#I got the same tattoo as ace from one piece but much smaller and on my right arm

[strawhatboy]

tattoo reveal 🥺 (no pressure)

of course, darling!

[atlafan]

The Boys Next Door

a/n: I have no idea where this came from. enjoy some smut and some other college!Harry. 

You lived in a college town, and your parents were landlords for many college students. They owned a few different properties along one of the street close to campus. You were twenty-one and going into your senior year. You didn’t mind going to school where you grew up. You went somewhere else your first year, just to get out of town for a while, but eventually coming home was the best choice. Plus, you got to live off campus in one of your parent’s apartments with your friends. You were having a great time.

They wanted to go on vacation, do a little traveling this summer, so they put you in charge of one of their smaller properties. The home you were in this summer was converted into two apartments, side by side. Your parents had someone else to run the larger properties, but they had a great deal of trust in you. You happily accepted, especially since you could take a cut of the rent as pay. You also weren’t too upset because the boys moving in next door were really cute. Soon to be seniors as well. They were international students, and as much as they liked going home, they were still college students. It was easier to save up the airfare for the holidays, rather than to fly home for the summer.

You’d be in your apartment alone. Your friends all had to go home to their families and jobs, not that you minded. You loved being crazy with them, but the alone time would be great. You put the keys to the other apartment outside under the mat, and emailed them to let them know. You also left instructions on rules for living there. Your parents weren’t in the business of dealing with idiots.

It was a beautiful day out, so you decide to set up the small inflatable pool out back, and throw on a two piece to sunbathe in. You get your lawn chair, put some sunscreen on, and dip your feet into the pool. You crack a hard seltzer open and throw your shades on. You sigh with happiness and relaxation.

The boys, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, and Louis Tomlinson, all show up to the apartment. They find the keys and head inside. They get all their things moved in and wheel their grill out back. There was no fence between the two sides, but it was still clear that it wasn’t an overly shared space.

“Oh shit!” Niall says, pointing to you. “Is that our landlord?”

“I think so.” Louis says.

“We should go introduce ourselves then.” Harry says. “After all, she could be hungry for somethin’ off the grill.”

The three walk over to you. You had your headphones in and you had fallen asleep.

“Excuse us.” Louis says. You don’t move. “Think she’s asleep…”

Harry rolls his eyes and nudges your shoulder.

“Huh?!” Your eyes snap open and you flinch when you see three very good looking men standing above you. “Um…can I help you?” You stand up and look for your cover up, but you never brought it out. Your two piece was strapless, and a little revealing.

“Sorry to wake yeh, I’m Harry.” You shake his hand. “This is Niall and Louis, we’re your tenants.”

“Oh!” You laugh. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys. I’ve seen you around though, you’re all on the soccer team, right?”

“That’s right.” Niall says.

“We were just about to fire up the grill, wanna join?” Louis asks.

“Sure! I actually have some fresh lemonade in the fridge inside, I’ll bring it over.”

“Sounds good.” Harry says.

They go back over to the grill and you go inside. You grab a large t-shirt to throw on, and the jug of lemonade out of the fridge. You grab some solo cups as well, and you head over to their side.

“I don’t wanna be a Debby Downer, but my parents wanted me to remind you guys that you’re getting a discounted rate because you agreed to mow the lawn, and shovel once winter comes. Everything you need is in the shed.” You point to it. “The keys for it are inside a combination box. The combo’s on the paper I left in the kitchen.”

“Thanks, yeah, we found that. No worries, the lawn will look perfect.” Niall assures you and you smile at him.

“Any other official business? I’d like to add some vodka to this lemonade.” Harry says, shaking the cold bottle in his hand.

“Nope, that’s it for now. Please, make the drinks.” You say.

“What can I make yeh, love?” Louis asks.

“I’d love a cheeseburger, please and thank you.” He nods to you and Harry hands you your drink. “Thanks.”

“So, you’re all alone in there this summer?” Niall asks.

“Mhm. My friends will come up for a weekend here and there, but I don’t mind it. This is my favorite apartment of the ones my parents own, I’m excited to be alone in it for a bit.”

“Well, if you ever get lonely, just give us a call.” Harry winks and you blush as you bite the rim of your cup.

You all enjoy mini BBQ and get to know each other more. You all talk about your majors and how excited you all were to be seniors.

“We’re gonna head down to the pub later if you’d like to join us.” Niall says.

“That sounds great!”

“What’s your number, we can text you when we’re ready.” Harry says. You hand him your phone and he puts his number in.

You head into your apartment to shower and wash all the sunscreen off. You throw on a crop top and pair of shorts, and do your make up. Harry texts you when it’s time, and you walk downtown with them to the bar. You all find a booth, and he happens to be the one to sit next to you. Niall grabs the first round of beers.

“What do I owe you?”

“As if I would ever make a girl pay for her drinks.” Niall scoffs. “You don’t ever have to worry about that with us, Y/N.”

“Oh! That’s really nice of you.”

You all clink your glasses, and take a swig of your drinks. They ask you questions about what it was like growing up in the area, and you talk about what’s changed and what’s stayed the same. Eventually, you get a pretty good buzz going, and it makes you want to dance to the music playing. There were plenty of people out on the dance floor already.

“Do you guys wanna dance?”

“Sure!” They all say at the same time.

The four of you make your way to the dance floor, and you start dancing. You all giggle and have a great time. You got a little more drunk than you thought, and it hit you like a ton of bricks when you left the bar at closing.

“I’ll never understand how these places close at one in the morning. We’d just be gettin’ started back home.” Louis laughs.

Harry looks at you and sees you sort of struggling to walk.

“Want a piggy back ride?” He offers.

“Seriously?” You slur.

“Sure, come on.”

You hope onto his back and you giggle as your eyes start to droop. Yup, way too drunk.

“M’just gonna get her settled, I’ll be home in a minute.” He tells the two of them as he takes your key.

“My room’s upstairs.” You mumble and he hums his response. He pushes the door open and sets you down on your bed.

“Thanks.” You smile at him. “Tonight was fun. This’ll be a great summer.” You yawn.

“Yeah, it will be.”

Harry goes down to your kitchen to get you a glass of water. When he returns you’re passed out on your stomach. He leaves the water on your nightstand, and heads out. Niall and Louis were on the couch, eating some cold pizza, when he got back.

“She alright?” Louis asks.

“Yeah, passed out already. I left her some water.” Harry grabs a slice of pizza and sits down with them. “She’s cute, I like her.” He says with a full mouth.

“You should ask her out then.” Niall says. “She’s a lot of fun so far.”

“Too soon for that. I need to play it cool.”

“You’re too shy for your own good.” Louis says.

//

You spend a lot of time with the guys over the next couple of weeks. You go out with them to the bar quite a bit, and you all share many meals. Your favorite thing to do was happen to be outside when Harry mowed the lawn. He would do it shirtless, and he loved when you’d bring him out something cold to drink. You also liked watching them get into little games of soccer.

Sometimes at night you would go over there and watch them play video games, or maybe they’d come over to watch a movie. You found yourself to have gotten the closest with Harry.

Harry: too hot in my room…2:02AM

You: no fan? 2:10AM

Harry: it broke :( 2:12AM

You: I have ac…2:13AM

Harry: is that an invitation? ;p 2:14AM

You: if you want it to be ;p 2:15AM

You slip out of bed, and stop to look at yourself in the mirror. You usually slept naked…you sigh and throw on a large bed shirt, but that’s it. It covered everything just fine. You go downstairs and open the back door for Harry. He was only wearing shorts.

“Hi.” He smiles.

“Hi.” You smile back. “What are Niall and Louis doing?”

“Oh, both of their fans work just fine. I’ve been too lazy to go to the store, but I suppose suffering in sweat just isn’t worth it anymore.”

“Well, my room’s nice and cool, so come on up.”

You and Harry go up the stairs up to your room, and you close the door behind you.

“Oh my god.” He moans as he stands in front of the A/C. “Now this is livin’.” You can’t help but giggle at him. He watches as you reach into your dresser for a pair of shorts. You wiggle them up your body. “Were you not wearin’ anything under that before?”

“Nope.” You grin and sit on your bed. You pat the spot next to you.

“I can just sleep on the floor…”

“Don’t be silly, bed’s plenty big for the both of us.”

He nods and gets on with you. You both lay and face each other.

“Comfy.” He says.

“Mhm.” You push some hair away from his face. “You have nicest hair, have I ever told you that?”

“No. In fact, you could stand to compliment me a lot more.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm. It’s the least you could do in exchange for all the free alcohol we give yeh.”

“Very true, okay, well, I also like your tattoos.” Your fingertips lightly graze his arm.

“You do?”

“Yeah, they’re cool.”

“What else do you like about me?” His leg gentle slides between yours.

“You have a great sense of humor, and you’re just really nice.”

“You’re nice too, and you’re really pretty.” Your cheeks flush, you were thankful it was dark. His leg inches up a little further between yours. “Sexy, actually.”

“God, I think you’re hot as fuck, Harry.”

“You do?”

“Mhm.” You adjust yourself on his leg, and move closer to him, your faces only inches apart now.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

He cups your cheek and pulls you into him, his mouth slotting over yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you sink further into the kiss. You open your mouth for him and he doesn’t waste any time getting his tongue on yours. You groan against him, and grind yourself on his thigh.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” He groans.

“Okay.”

“What?” He pulls away. “Really? Just like that?”

“Sure, why not? I want it, can’t you tell?”

“Sometimes it’s not about bein’ able to tell…you wanna have sex with me?”

“Yes, I do.” You turn and reach into your night table to grab a condom. You place it on top of the table for when you need it. “I’m on the pill too, but I think using a condom is for the best.”

“Agreed.”

He moves to hover over you, and starts kissing you again.

“How long, ngh, how long have you wanted to fuck me for?”

“Since we met.” He mumbles as he starts to suck on your neck.

“Fuck, why didn’t you?”

“I was tryin’ to play it cool.” He chuckles against you.

He motions to have you sit up to take your shirt off, and he marvels at your breasts. He cups both of them in his large hands. He tweaks your nipples and leans in to suck on one of them. Your head rolls back as he kneads the other one.

“Harry…I wanna, I want you to…”

“Need my mouth somewhere else, angel?”

“Please.”

He gets between your legs and tugs your shorts down. You were glistening. He licks his lips and dives in. He licks a flat stripe from your center up to your clit, and circles the tip of his tongue around you before sucking on it. You gasp when he does so, and your hands fly to his hair to grip on. Your hips buck up when you feel two of his fingers slip inside you. He pumps in and out as he continues to work your clit with his mouth. You were panting, your body had never felt so good before.

“Holy fuck! Oh my god, don’t stop, Harry!” You moan out.

He pumps fast, brushing your g-spot. It was all too much, and you release around his fingers. He retracts them sucks them into his mouth.

“Tastes even better than I thought it would.”

“Get the condom on, now.”

He smirks and grabs the foil packet. He gets it open with his teeth, slides his shorts down. His hard clock slaps against his stomach and your jaw drops.

“Oh my god.” You say under your breath. “Harry, you’re so…big.”

“I know.” He mumbles as he slides the condom down his shaft. “Don’t be nervous, I won’t hurt you.”

“M’not worried about that.”

He leans in and lines himself up with you and slowly pushes inside. Your head rolls back into the pillow as you feel him stretch you out. Your nails press into his shoulders. Once he’s all the way in he gives you some time to adjust.

“Alright?”

“Mhm, you can move.”

He starts with slow thrusts, rocking in and out of you. You can’t help the moans that leave your lips. You had never felt so good before. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“Go harder, Harry. I want you to make the bed shake.”

“Fuck.” He groans, and does as you say.

He grips your legs and puts them over his shoulders. He thrusts in hard and fast, and the bed does start to shake. His thumb finds your clit, and he rubs it furiously.

“Fuck, oh fuck, that’s it, oh my god!” He had you screaming. “Harry!” You cry out as you come around his cock.

He fucks you through it and comes to his own release, spilling into the condom. He collapses on top of you, and you kiss his neck over and over. He pulls himself up and gives you a kiss on the lips before pulling out.

“Where’s your trash, angel?”

“In that corner, next to my desk.”

He hums his response and gets up to throw it out. He hears you get off the bed and turns to look at you.

“Just going to use the bathroom, get comfy.” You smile.

He gets back on your bed and waits for you. When you come back you don’t even both with a shirt.

“I like to sleep naked, that okay?”

“You don’t see me wearin’ anything do you?” He smirks.

You get on the bed and lay your head on his chest. He puts his arm around you and rubs your back.

“That was, uh, really something.”

“Felt good?”

“Really good.”

“You took it really well. You were so wet, felt good for me too.” He kisses your hair line.

“You can come here to beat the heat any time you want.”

[who-is-olivia]

Side A, Track 2. Watermelon Sugar

Harry Styles x OC

Harry and Olivia enjoy vacation in a remote beach house and decide to experiment. [3.4k]

Genre: smut

Warnings: sexual language, substance abuse

January 2016

  Olivia drives back to their beach hideout, about an hour away from a city in the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro. She went shopping for groceries, mainly fruits she was dying to eat while they were living in paradise. One Direction just announced the hiatus and Harry needed a break from the spotlight. For the first time in years he has a blank schedule, so she booked them an intimate trip near a city she used to visit when she was younger. They spend the days in a private beach, go to the town center for shopping and eating then return to their hideout. It’s a perfect little paradise.

  She walks into the cabin in the sand, the sun is a couple hours from setting and the shore is starting to retreat. Inside, the AC is at the coldest trying to compensate for the summer heat. Down the hall through an open door she finds Harry sleeping soundly at their bed, his naked chest breathing slowly, relaxed.

  She drops the grocery bags in the kitchen isle and tip toes to the bed, eager to bury herself on his tanned chest. His side of the bed sinks as she sits on the cushions and runs a hand over his navel and up to the swallows on his collarbones, he sighs and fusses but doesn’t wake up.

  She goes for it again, taking particular interest in his butterfly tattoo, recalling the day it was done: she and Harry went to get small tattoos somewhere during the American tour, but he decided to get a massive butterfly in his stomach. He was fixated on that and she went along for the ride, getting a smaller version of the butterfly behind her elbow. Back then he said it would help cover his belly, little did he know few years ahead he’d grow into an Adonis. Not that he wasn’t handsome by then, but looking back they were almost children when they started to date, now they’ve grown into beautiful, successful individuals in their own rights and that passion never left.

   She continues to tease him without much success. She leans and kisses his sternum, licking it up to his neck aching to taste his warm skin but he’s in too deep slumber to react other than a small groan.

“Hey” she whispers, kissing his cheekbone tenderly.

“You’re back already?”

“I brought you some things”

He rubs his eyes tiredly, that delicious summer feeling still running through him. The tanned skin slightly aching from hours beneath the sun, the freedom of having no appointments, no tasks, no worries... only miles of sand to his left and right and the ocean ahead disappearing in the horizon. Nobody to boss him around, only the company of his best friend and lover to please and be pleased by. “Hm?”

“You’ll see” she grins, giving up on this approach as he’s clearly not up to respond the way she desires, “I’ll be in the kitchen, whenever you’re up”

“Just five more minutes” he stretches lazily as she walks past the door.

  The living area combining the kitchen and sitting room faces a glass pane where they can see the beach, and there Olivia watches the sky turn to beautiful shades of green, orange, lilac and pink. In summer, the sunset drags for hours, making every moment a different celestial watercolor.

  She takes a couple of fruits from the grocery bags and a bottle of cachaça, a local kind of liquor that tastes a bit sweeter than vodka. While Harry gets up, she prepares a drink with ice and pieces of seedless watermelon. She throws some other stuff in for flavor, obtaining a pink drink that’s sweet and refreshing. At last, years working at Uncle Jim’s bar amounted to something.

Harry takes his dutiful time getting up and dragging his feet to the kitchen where he find Olivia with all sorts of fruits and drinks. He raises his brow and grins, “You’ve been busy”

“I got a bit carried away” she admits, taking a seat on the high stools of the kitchen isle. He sits beside her and grabs one of the glasses. “Cheers”

“Cheers, love” he clinks their glasses and sips. She waits for his reaction and is gladly surprised with an approving nod, “That’s so good”

She shrugs, “I knew you’d like it”

“Did you just made that up?” he sips again, welcoming the sweet taste of the cocktail.

“Yes, I did” she smiles proudly.

“What should we call it?”

“The Styles-Cooper Pink... Cocktail?” he shakes his head disappointed.

“You can do better than that”

“I don’t know, all the drinks I know were baptized like 50 years ago” she takes some more of it, “By the way, do you know how Cuba Libre got its name?”

“No, why?”

“‘Cause it’s an interesting story” he raises a brow indulgently and pulls her legs over his lap, “Cuba used to be a Spanish colony, and when it was time for it to gain its independence the United States fought alongside them. They had this saying: America for the Americans, which sounds like colonialist bullshit today-“

“Naturally”

“But back then the europeans were the big villains of the story, so it sounded like they were fighting for the American continent to be its own thing. Anyway, to celebrate the alliance that got Cuba free from Spain, they mixed an American drink with a Cuban one: coke and rum, Cuba Libre” she tells.

“Is this the kind of know-how you need to be a bartender?” he asks mockingly.

“Oh, yes of course”

“You passed all your exams for that-“

“With flying colors, asshole” she kicks his stomach away playfully.

“Still, can’t think of a name-”

“Wait! I got it!” she holds her hand up in suspense, “You’ve got watermelons, you’ve got cachaça – which is like, a byproduct of sugar –, how about... Watermelon Sugar?”

He nods in approval and she punches the air, “Brilliant”

  Later, they lay together in a hammock watching the tides turn with dizzy heads. The sweet taste of their beverage masked how strong it actually was, so now they barely process up from down as the hammock swings.

“Haz” she slurs, “what’s that word for like, something you really like... sexually?”

“A kink?”

“That’s it!” she snaps and settles down satisfied with the answer, but still leaving him intrigued.

“... why do you ask?”

“I just had a grammatical curiosity”

“Bullshit”

She frowns, “No, I really just lost the word”

“Bull-shit” she giggles, turning her gaze away from him in annoyance. “You’ve got a kink you’re not telling me about” he encircles her waist, nuzzling her temple as the hammock presses their bodies together.

“It’s not that-” she tries to explain, but the words tangle in her mouth.

“Do you have a kink and you think it’s too weird for me? ‘Cause I’ve known you for a while, anything you might say will hardly shock me” he chuckles and she turns to face him.

“I wasn’t thinking about that, you creepy pervert... I was thinking about this” she touches the butterfly on his stomach, “when I first met you you barely had one tattoo and you also had a bit of a belly, now here we are... when did you get so fit?”

He chuckles, “Thanks, love”

“Don’t get me wrong, I was all about that baby fat life”

“You also changed”

“Not as much”

“But I noticed” he smiles to himself, only through appreciation he was able to observe the way her body changed and love every bit of it.

“Well, that’s what I was thinking about. You’ve always been sexy to me, even when you were eighteen and had not a trace of facial hair-“

“I still don’t”

“That’s not the point” she pinches his chin, “What I’m trying to say is that I always liked you, inside and out”

He smiles tenderly down at her, “It goes both ways, love”

  She presses a sensuous kiss to his lips, but before she can make any other move he breaks it with a smirk.

“Do you have any kinks you’re not telling me?”

She huffs and rolls her eyes, “Fuck’s sake, you can get so annoying sometimes...”

“I’m just saying we’re alone in here miles away from civilization, it’s the perfect place to do something... unusual”

Olivia raises an eyebrow in suspicion, “I see... what is your secret kink, Mr. Styles?”

He fakes modesty, “If you insist, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck out in the open. It could be on a beach, or a forest, anywhere cameras can’t reach...” he raises a brow. She bites her lip in curiosity, it sounds really inviting. “What ‘bout you? I think I know a few but I wanna make sure we’re on the same page”

“I got the usuals, but I think the one that turns me on the most is probably doing it while I’m high, like, mind-numbingly high”

“I’ve always wanted to know how that feels” he confesses.

“You know, we’re really, really far away from anyone... and I’ve got some hash...” he raises his brow in restrained excitement, “Why don’t we just... you know... get really crazy high and fuck on the beach?”

  He snorts and laughs out loud at her crass phrasing, but immediately agrees.

  She takes the hash from her purse and starts to roll a couple of blunts. While she’s at it, Harry tries to recreate her Watermelon Sugar, making himself an imperfect copy but good enough to drink. He holds his long hair up in a bun and sighs at the numbness already taking over his arms. He loves this sensation of being slightly out of touch with reality, every sensation feels a little stronger when stimulated. When he opens the fridge, the cold that hits him almost burns, then he takes a strawberry from the pot and bites it, feeling its acid nature clash with the sweetness and the crisp seeds cracking in his ears.

  Outside, the sky assumes a stronger shade of pink, the few clouds that float away assume a salmon coloration while the sun refuses to set. The low tide stretches a few meters between the sand and the shallow, creating a long water mirror that reflects the changing colors of the sky. Olivia walks over it, daring to find where her heels will sink into the warm sea, boiled by the relentless summer sun. She lights the blunt and drags, her eyes following the horizon as the smoke escapes her lungs. Harry steps out of the cabin and takes in the sight, the strange comfort of being alone with her. The skyline warps before his disoriented eyes and he tumbles a few times in the unstable ground, but he keeps balance enough to reach the water mirror.

  He holds Olivia by the waist and nuzzles her curly hair, taking in the sweet scent of coconut that remains after a bath. She turns in his embrace and rests her forehead against his, breathing him in and exhaling small traces of hash. Harry takes hold of both her thighs and pull her up to his lap, kissing her passionately. She cups his cheeks careful not to burn him and returns the kiss feeling her whole body numb except for where his touch connects them. They break the contact slowly so she takes a moment to pull once more, this time she breathes out in his lips so he can pull. When he’s done he captures her lips again, putting her down before taking the cigar from her hands.

  He rests the blunt in his bottom lip while he unzips the back of her flowing dress, letting the piece of fabric slide down her shoulders, the curve of her breasts and the bump of her hips until it falls on the water and is washed away back to the sand. He pulls more of the hash and blows away from her face as she pulls him by the short ties. In his haze, he holds her chin and presses a smug kiss on her lips, his shorts falling down to his heels and joining her dress somewhere behind him.

Harry stumbles over her for a moment and she holds him steady, “Hey, are you ok?”

“I’m alright, promise” he hugs her upper body close, crushing her chest against his. She nods reassuringly and kisses him, supporting herself by his shoulders. His hands run up her sides, thumbs brushing gently against the side of her breasts smashes against his strong chest, sliding down to grasp a handful of her butt cheeks playfully. Harry’s kiss slip as he imagines what to do next, his dizzy mind undecided between sucking her nipples, kissing her stomach, licking her ear... “I wanna taste you” he nuzzles her temple, “everywhere”

“What are you waiting for?”

  Harry smirks and drags his lips down her jaw and neck, peppering her collarbone and descending through her sternum and the valley of her breasts. He kneels before her belly, biting and tugging on the skin before pressing soothing kisses around her navel. Olivia feels like a tree swaying in the hot breeze, all her senses transcending as she feels the warmth between her legs spread and take over her spine. He pulls down her underwear and throws it away along with the rest of the blunt that burned near the filter.

  He tugs the back of her knees, pressing her to kneel before him too so he can lay her down by the water mirror. The sky reflected around her spins in his sight, every trace of light invading his dilated pupils. He leans over her thighs and drags his mouth over inner side of that handful of flesh. Savoring her skin, he goes for the that purple aching nub in her center, capturing it between his lips and running his tongue over it teasingly. A goosebump runs over her and stays as his agile kisses cause her head to spin in pleasure. She’s taken over by that sensation every time he finds that small spot in her he loves so much, in any other context it would make her hips swing madly for friction but this high she can already feel that burn building up. When he suck on her clit it gets too much, she grasps his hair keeping him there, then he flicks on it running his tongue deliciously up and down inciting new and  ecstatic sensations.

He pushes her thighs to part them wider and licks long stripes of her before sucking her harder than before, her back arches in delight, “Mhmm Haz... holy shit”, she cries. The tip of his tongue continues to hit that perfect spot that fires her whole body up and the first chills of her orgasm take over her. “Right there... right...” The last thing she sees is the fading line between the lilac and the green of the sky, then her eyes shut and it builds too much, her thighs clench and her whole body is taken by that incredible wave as if she instantaneously combusts. Afterwards, she descends like a feather on the wind, taking her time before returning to reality.

  Harry feels her relaxing after clutching him between her legs and drags his kiss up to her chest, climbing over her as her heat irradiates to him. At the sudden change, he takes some time to get used to the overwhelming amount of stuff to take in. Olivia cradles him against her heaving chest and chuckles.

She strokes the hair out of his face, he’s definitely not used to it, “You’re tripping”

“Pff, no I’m not!” he dismisses.

“Alright! Suit yourself!”

  She sighs, pressing his proud self closer to her chest. Despite the heat, it feels so good to have him this close, she loves him so much not even combustion could make her push him away.

Harry watches the sunset lulled by her hectic heartbeat slowly calming down. Even this low the sun still rages, there’s nothing like summer in Rio. “Come ‘ere”

He sits and helps her up, “Where’re we going?”

“The water”

  They thread carefully over the small waves, sloping down to a point where the warm water reaches their waists. Harry never understood how enjoyable it is to spend the day in the sea until he met her, the way she chooses to enjoy her surroundings is a completely unique feeling. He pulls her legs around him once more and she hugs his neck as they both watch the beautiful horizon stretch for miles on end, resting their temples against each other. The sea is peaceful, small waves make him feel lightweight but to be fair he had been feeling like this since the first drink.

“Is this part of your kink or a completely different one?” she asks, turning to find his eyes. When the sun hits them, they turn to a beautiful light shade of green.

“Call it ‘outside kink part. 2’”

“This really turns you on?”

He looks around at the beautiful landscape and the loads of space meant just for them, no cameras, no agents, no coworkers, total privacy to do what he wants without having to hide, and total freedom to express his desire, “A lot”

She feels him poking her thighs and smirks, taking hold oh his length and stroking it teasingly. “I see...”

He has to clench himself not to cum in her hand, it feels like her every touch is more accentuated, like he’s more loosen to get this hard without a single restriction. She leans to kiss his soft spot as she holds his shaft against her clit and grinds against him, making his head spin madly. The wet sounds of her kiss near the shell of his ear, the friction between his legs, the hash breaking down his walls... it’s too much, he feels so good it should be criminal. “Oli...” he licks his lips dryly, desperate for any relief.

  She ends his misery grinding a bit higher so he sinks inside her. They move together with the waves, rising and falling into each other in a delicious motion, their bodies so hot they could torch the sun. She turns so vulnerable in his arms, so willing as she whimpers softly, tugging strands of his hair until it falls from the bun and frames his face freely.  Slowly, he feels his mind escaping almost as if he can see himself from the sun’s perspective, a small dot in the sea transcending in pleasure.

  He returns only when he unleashes inside her, his heart calming down after such a wild experience. Oli leans back and floats with a relaxed giggle, her legs still clasped around his hips. The sun sets lower now, causing the water to assume a deeper blue tone and the sky a deeper shade of purple. As it gets darker, they swim back to the shore stopping by the water mirror. Harry sits on the sand, his chest still heaving and his sight fuzzy, disoriented. Olivia walks over to him, kneeling beside him and brushing aside the wet strands of hair that stick to his forehead.

“Haz... baby, look at me” his eyes dart to her, eyelids lazy and barely open. “Are you okay? Really?”

“I’m alright, love” he holds her waist, “just didn’t do this in a while, I’m a bit overwhelmed”

“Hope that’s a good thing”

  He nods, pulling her down until they both lay on the sand with her body over his. She cups his jaw and kisses him hard once more, enjoying the last moments of their drug-induced haziness. The sun is barely visible, so are they when the lights are all out. All that’s left in the summer evening is their wet bodies, the heat and a sweet-fruity taste plaguing their tongues. He cannot see her in the dark, but he can feel her, he can hear her small gasps that sound just like a song to him, Olivia is like the waves that wash him away and he happily drowns in the feeling of her.

Suddenly, they hear a stomach growl. “Was that you?” she asks.

“Maybe?” they giggle, hard to tell when they’re this high.

“You must be starving”

“How could you tell?” he mocks, bopping his nose against hers.

“It’s weed, Haz, if you weren’t hungry it would be a real achievement” she helps him up and out of the sand, holding him by the waist as they bump their way back to their cabin to get the berries she brought earlier.

Masterlist

[t-hornapple]

Commission Info

Commissions are open!

I currently offer sigil and tattoo design work.

a sigil commission with a border of datura and california poppy

Sigils

These are non-magical sigils, usually done in the style of the demon sigils from the Ars Goetia.

sigil with a more simple border

Standard Goetic-style sigils are created from one word or an entire sentence of your choice and are 2” in diameter. I draw them only once, ink it, scan it, and send you the original and a high-res jpeg. You can absolutely use these for tattoos, but if you want them on any product you plan to sell or use for branding, you will need to tell me so I can charge appropriately.

sigil with a standard border

I can offer more complex sigils in many styles, with or without borders & adornment. The Goetic style sigils use the English alphabet to create it shapes, but sigils can be made from (almost) any alphabet of your choice. I can offer examples of the same sigil in different alphabets if you like. All pictured sigils here are in the standard English alphabet, with a mix of lower & upper case.

Sigils are $13. If you want a decorative border, depending on complexity, they could be anywhere from $30-100.

I take payment through PayPal or cash.me

Email me at sorenhaxan@gmail.com with your idea if you’d like to commission one.

Tattoos

I’ve got a passion for spooky, weird, goth, occult wood-cut historical-lookin blackwork tattoos. This means: linework in black. I don’t do realistic portrait tattoos, or painterly tattoos. I can add color (flat or shaded) but usually like to focus on monotone pieces.

a commission for a cherry tomato plant for the shoulder & upper arm

I’m fluent in occult, hermetical, astrological and magical symbols and sigils, and can help you create something with meaning that’s only perceptible to you. I especially love designing botanical, occult and erotic tattoos and pieces with fancy lettering.

datura and the moon for the upper arm

The basic tattoo pricing is ~$20-25 per inch measuring the longest way, though this price is almost always adjusted due to the complexity or subject. For instance, if you want something that’s 4” long but only .25” wide, it might cost about $25 instead of $60. If you want something that’s 4” x 4” but is really intricate, or takes a lot of research and redrawing, it could be closer to $100.

Please do not ask for a very small tattoo and then have it sized up for tattooing. I’m sympathetic to having a budget; please talk to me about how much you can spend, or if you want a payment plan. Scaling artwork up too much can ruin the linework I put so much work into.

the ace of swords

How does commissioning a tattoo work?

Email me with an idea. It can be really vague or really specific. If you know exactly what you want, we can talk about size, placement, and style, and I can give you an estimate. I take payment half up front and half on delivery, usually through PayPal or cash.me, but we can set up a different payment option for you if you need it.

Never commissioned a tattoo before? Here’s an example of a good commission email:

Hey soren you’re the best person ever, I’d love for you to design a tattoo all about “vampire ass” for me. I’m thinking it could be a peach with like fangs or something! I might get it on my arm, so I’m thinking it should be around 3”x3”, maybe a bit smaller or bigger. I’ve attached some reference photos of peaches, and vampires, that I really like. And one of a tattoo I randomly found online where I really liked the linework style.

This is a great commission email because it tells me your idea, where you’re getting and how big it should be, and a sense of your taste in tattoos. This helps me know if I have time for it right away or will need to schedule it a little later, and if it’s a subject that I feel like taking on.

a commission based on Mater Dolorosa by the workshop of Dieric Bouts from 1480

If you’re feeling out an idea, I can offer sketches for a reduced price, but please remember that I do not draw for free, and coming up with ideas for you is the bulk of the work in tattoo design (or any design job.) You can tell me you want a tattoo that represents a certain idea and we can work from there. Will it be a symbolic plant or flower? A sigil? A combination of hermetical symbols? Something entirely different from this? These commissions take longer and can cost a little bit more—it really depends on how much drawing and research I do for you.

And I have to say this, though I’ve yet to have anyone try to pull this on me: if I design something for you and then you decide you don’t want it tattooed on you, you do not get a refund.

If you want something of mine from a flash sheet, just ask! Those are already drawn and can be purchased at a lower cost. You can look through flash here, but please note, this tag does include commissioned work which is not for sale or use to anyone.

Email me at sorenhaxan@gmail.com if you want to get something started, or have a question!

[g-2doc]

PIRATE AU

LINEART + DESIGN POINTS + BACKSTORY

(Murdoc did send out a memo about looking threatening in front of the cute hostage, but I don't think anyone got it in time...)

Taking this opportunity to discredit the tattoo designs as my own! They're compilations of bits and pieces of tattoo designs I found on Google - not designed by me in any right

So we have Prince 2-D (age 23), dressed in early 17th century fashion (oof I love 17th C fashion so much) - dress shirt, vest embellished with pearls, breeches, tights, ribbons around the calfs, no shoes because I'm lazy because the crew removed them. He's been taken hostage by Murdoc and his crew (who don't know he's royalty, but can tell he's rich and plan to hold him for a high ransom). Due to bad organisation, 2-D had been left unattended on his ship whilst at a stop on the way one of the British colonies - so when Murdocs crew boarded to steal supplies, they found him and snatched him very easily.

Captain Murdoc Niccals and his crew! The crew is only 5 people (incl. Captain) which is obviously very scarce, especially compared to the usual odd 30 aboard other ships. The crew includes (more or less in order of power) Murdoc, Noodle, Russel, Del and Ace. Whilst the crew is small in numbers, they have a somewhat sizeable ship for the 5 of them that they stole from the Portugese navy and find it easier than others at sea to keep the whole crew fed and comfortably sheltered. Whilst lacking strength in numbers, their ship is smaller hence faster than most others, and rather than simply a group of criminals, each member has their skills - making them a good team and giving them a good success rate (that, and they know not to bite more than they can chew).

Murdoc (age 32) has the same design as my siren au, mostly because I figured that it'd still fit. Now he has a sleeve as well, just because I loove Polynesian style tattoos... He has a sword on his hip with a raven on the handle which he specifically hunted for, because he's a slut for the goth aesthetic he loves ravens (he keeps Cortez in his quarters). He also has a pistol, but he'll always favour using a sword because he hates guns. He's captain of the ship mostly because he's the bossiest and no one else really cares enough to argue with him being the leader, and the ship's democratic anyway so it's not really even that important lol. Despite being an arsehole, he takes care of his crew and has a knack for orchestrating successful raids. When they aren't working as a crew, Murdoc mostly keeps to his quarters and tends to be rather antisocial most of the time - still he trusts the crew and they trust him.

Noodle (age 15 - phase 2 haircut is BACK) serves as first mate/quartermaster (not formally) simply because Murdoc trusts her the most. She was the first member of Murdocs crew, as he rescued her from her sinking ship as she tried to escape the isolationist Edo-period Japan in a boat she made herself in an effort to explore the world when she was 8. She collects jewellery and sells it for extremely high prices whenever they land, but keeps some for herself/her friends. She carries a revolver, which Murdoc dislikes, but she prefers long-distance weapons, which is why Murdoc allows it, as it's safer for her anyway. She doesn't have any tattoos due to ship rules (no tattoos until aged 16), but she desperately wants some.

Ace (aged 17 - he's got his hairline back!!) was picked up by Noodle during a visit to France 5 years ago. His role is similar to cabin boy, where he kind of helps out with everyone's jobs/does what they ask. His jacket used to have sleeves, but he tore them off on the evening of his 16th birthday (after he got his tattoo - Noodle was very jealous). The red beads were given to him by Noodle when he first joined the crew because Murdoc had made a joke about not having anything to give him to symbolise initiation to the crew. He's closest with Noodle, as they're the youngest on board and the ones that tend to have the most free time.

Russel (age 27) is the pilot, who steers the ship. They rarely have a goal location, so Russel looks for safe places to port (to raid ships in port) or non-navy, safely-sized ships to raid out on the water - Murdoc told him that they can raid navy ships but Russel pretends not to see them because he knows that Murdoc is an arrogant prick. He has a tattoo on his chest which consists of a mask surrounded by compass-like markings. He wears a gold locket around his neck that Del gave him, but he doesn't tell people what's in it, or even if there is anything in it. He shares quarters with Del for reasons the crew aren't supposed to discuss in the open (Russdel fuk yeh)

Del (aged 26 and ALIVE) spends most of the day in the crows nest (which is why he isn't pictured above) as he's the ship's barrelman. He's yells stuff down to Russel whilst he's steering because they're the dream team. He and Russel joined the crew at the same time 5 years ago, Murdoc befriended the two in a prison in London, where they'd been expecting death penalty for their relationship and he'd been waiting to serve a sentence for thieving, and the three had escaped together. Russel does the ribbon in his hair, and he changes the colour every fortnight or so. Also, Del knows who 2-D is and assumes everyone else does - but he's wrong because they're a bunch of loveable dumbarses

[pingo1387]

For the fanfic guessing game (One Piece fanfics but even others if you don't have WIPs of that right now): "hat". ^^

Woo! 

20COP 

Sam’s face was bright with delight as he quickly hung up his coat and hat. “I’ve got good news.”

~ 

A Dream Whose Name I Dare Not Mention 

The area he was in had changed. He stood on a broken part of a ship, facing a man with a pompous hat and dark clothes, his eyes piercing through Zoro like a hawk swooping in on its prey.

~ 

He looked around and finally spotted Nami watching him from a hole in the wall. She wore Luffy’s straw hat, and her eyes were wide with—worry? Fear? Shock?

~ 

Luffy stood and laughed, brushing some dirt from his hat and putting it back on. 

~ 

“You’re missing a lot of things, aren’t you?” Robin pointed out, adjusting her hat. She turned back to the floating man—Enel, Zoro remembered. 

~ 

“Sure as I’m the captain of this ship,” someone else said. Brook turned to see a man with odd tattoos on his face, dirty-blond hair, and a captain’s hat. 

~ 

“I’m certain of it.” Yorki removed his hat and played with it. “He’s not strong enough. Brook, will you tell him?”

~ 

“Look at that,” Yorki said, leaning over the railing and holding onto his hat. For a moment Brook thought he was looking at someone else, someone smaller with a different kind of hat and a similar grin, but the feeling was gone in an instant. “Look at that! The Grand Line! Isn’t it beautiful?” 

~ 

“Good job,” Yorki said once Brook had passed on the message. He tilted his hat, looking as regretful as the others. “I’ve spoken to Crocus. He’s agreed to take care of Laboon for a few years while we’re gone.” 

~ 

Sealed with a Kiss 

Law stared at them as they clopped along. After a moment he turned his gaze forward again, taking his time gazing at the street and people around them. Folks of all shapes and sizes milled about, some clutching their hats in a hurry, others stopping in their tracks to examine something, others entering the buildings surrounding them.

~ 

Two Households, Both Alike 

The snap of a twig made them whip around, knocking their heads into each other. Rubbing their temples, they looked up with guilty faces to see a trainer with dirty clothes, a straw hat, and a small scar under one eye. A Deerling with a blue-tinged nose and amber fur stood next to them, and both peered at Zoro and Sanji with curious eyes.

~ 

By the time the trainer with the straw hat wandered into the cave, the old man was beating Franky into the ground as quietly as possible.

~ 

A ruckus downstairs caught their attention, and up the stairs came the same straw hat-wearing trainer from before, along with his Deerling.

~ 

“Alright, I’ll tell you,” Sanji burst out as if he’d just cracked after hours of interrogation. “Remember that kid with the straw hat who caught us earlier? He had the Deerling with the—” He waved his hand and tapped a blue stripe on his shirt— “blue. The blue nose.”

~ 

“A Deerling?” Zoro said, attentive. “Did the kid have a straw hat?”

~ 

Something whizzed by them, screaming, and crashed into the mountainside with an impressive noise. They leaned over, staring, and saw the heaping wreckage of a trainer and his bike, wheels still spinning. The trainer sat up, putting his straw hat back on, and looked around.

~ 

“Oh.” Luffy took off his hat and brushed sand out of his hair. “Well, shoot, I already tried the desert, but it’s too stormy. And someone told me to come this way if I wanna get to Lavaridge, but the cliffs down that way are too steep.”

~ 

He pouted and put his hat back on. Chopper tugged on Luffy’s shirt, pointing with his head towards the Fiery Path.

~ 

We’re Here Together 

Zo//sa//n stared at them, trembling, and unfused. Zoro fell to the ground while Sanji yanked the ball hat off his head and floated up to Nami and Robin.

~ 

“I—It’s just that—” Luffy grabbed his hat, twisting it on his head. “Ace said—”

~ 

Finally, an ugly light shone from Luffy and Chopper. Luffy held Chopper close, and their bodies melded together. A straw hat hung around the new person’s neck, his head covered in fluffy black hair and adorned with antlers, and he was no taller and perhaps even smaller than Luffy, his hindquarters furry like a satyr.

~ 

“Whoa,” he murmured. A man about as tall as Zoro stood, looking over his hooved, furry limbs, just like Cho//sopp’s. His pants had disappeared (not a problem, thanks to the fur hindquarters), leaving a slim white T-shirt, bandana, and haramaki. His hair (Chopper’s hat hung on a string on the back of his neck) was fluffy and streaked brown and green like a forest, and when he turned to San//lu, his face showed a blue nose and three round, serious eyes.

~ 

“Huh?” Zambai said, lounging on the chair Franky usually occupied. “The captain’s got a hat, there was Roronoa with the green hair on the ship, the long-nose we beat up … why?”

~ 

“Alright, no one’s chasing,” they said. “I should be fine for awhile as long as I’m like this. Then again …” They took off their straw hat and studied it. “This might attract attention. But I can’t get rid of it. Oh, well, maybe they won’t notice.”

They put the hat back on and made their way to the streets, where they spotted a familiar head of green hair. 

~ 

“Okay, hold on, hold on!” Cho//mi changed form. They were now quite a bit taller, standing on two legs. Their antlers had disappeared (the hat, of course, remained) and they now had four humanoid arms, sticking out of Nami’s shirt (Chopper’s shorts covered the bottom), which they used to reach into the chimney and wrestle with Zoro’s swords.

~ 

Your Princess Is in Another Castle 

“Thanks so much,” the girl exclaimed, dusting off her short-sleeve cargo shirt and cargo shorts. She adjusted her miner’s hat. “I should give you a reward …”

~ 

She jumped and looked over to see someone in a white sheet with a conical party hat and a jagged smile painted on.

~ 

Thanks so much for asking! Ahh, if only school was over so I could have time to work on these! 

[sweetpxsin]

Soulmate AU! ; Bang Chan

        >> Genre: Soulmate AU! :: Fluff

        >> Member: Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

        >> A/N: None [ Request box open ] <Please I need help with writing ideas>

•Flower tattoos connected soulmates

•When they met both flowers will appear entwined on both of your wrist/forearm but will only intertwine when you make direct contact (look at moodboard for reference)

•And each person is born with a flower tattoo that resembles their soulmates personality

•Someone born with a Gardenia would have a soulmate with purity and sweetness and indicate a secret love but if your flower was to turn into a black rose that would indicate your soulmate  was on the verge of death/ has passed

•You were born with an alstroemeria flower, also known as a Peruvian Lily

•This meant your soulmate was devoted, prosperous, able to withstand trails of everyday life, and was following his/her dreams and achieving their aspirations

•And if you were being honest it would have made you fall more for your soulmate if it hadn’t been for the fact you weren’t really in a rush to find your soul mate

•Sure some of your friends had already found theirs and would post about cute things they did together

•And although it did spark a small jealousy in you, you pursuing your own passions were more important to you than love

•That being said you became a trainee at the infamous company YG

•Not only were you a trainee you had helped compose some songs for some of the groups

•You could say your hands were pretty filled with school and trainee life along with the fact you would help at your parents cafe

•So you could literally say you had no time to worry

•On the flip side your soulmate was very similar in some ways but was way more infatuated with the idea of soulmates

•His tattoo was of a red carnation meaning deep love and admiration

•He would find himself tracing  his finger over the small dainty flower on his wrist while he was trying to compose a song and would quietly smile to himself

•”Changbin-hyung… why is Chan smiling creepily like that again?”

•”I don’t know the old man is probably going insane from his lack of sleep.”

•”ExUsE mE bUT i cAN hEAr yOU, YoU LItTLE pRIcKS”

•”And?”

•Que eye twitch followed by a serious face

•AnYwAYs

•Sometimes he would write little songs about his soulmate and imagine cute things with you but never to the point it would interfere with his work

•Nevertheless you could say he was way more ecstatic than you

•One day while you were going to practice in one of the rooms you accidently bursted into the one were Stray Kids from JYP would have been practicing

•You had heard they would be doing the traditional JYP v YG but you never imagined or intended to accidentally burst in on them

•Your face progressively got hotter as all eyes landed on you out of surprise

•”I-I’m so sorry.” You bowed multiple times before leaving in a rush

•Although at the time you didn’t feel it Chan most certainly felt it

•As soon as his eyes had landed on you he pulled up his sleeve and was left with disappointment upon seeing that his flower remind alone

•Shaking  his head he guessed it was just his imagination and proceed to practice and help ease the younger ones nervousness

•Once it came time to actually meet the YG trainees you were long gone from his mind knowing his chances of ever seeing or meeting you again were slim

•WElL tHiNK aGAiN cHAn I think I’m funny

•Everything was going smoothly with meeting the other trainees actually till YG had walked in late, dragging a smaller trainee with him

•The room was filled with hellos till JYP had caught a glimpse of you

•After a little explaining You were introduced as one of YG’s aces and was asked to stay as part of it considering you’d make a good unbiased opinion

•it was awkward as hell for you considering they were the group you had walked in on you sorta had a hard time evaluating them but still complimented them on their skills because come on they obviously had something going for them *cough* talent *cough*

•Afterwards you quickly bid goodbye and good luck to the trainees and Stray Kids shaking each of their hands politely

•All was normal till you had gotten to the leader of the group

•You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t already caught your eye the moment you saw him start to perform but you never thought it was because he was your soulmate

•So instead of shaking his hand you opted for giving him a small smile along with kind words not sure if you could take the “burden” of him being your soulmate

•Chan noticed and frowned a little as he watched you leave the overwhelming feeling of affection was too strong from him to not notice or even ignore

•”Jeonwoong who was that  again.”

•”Why?”

•”They walked in on us practicing.”

•”Oh they’re (Full name)”

•With a smile he thanked the boy before slipping out of the room to try to find you

•It didn’t take him long considering there was only one room in the hallway that was blasting music super loudly

•Taking a deep breath he placed his hand on the door

•”Chan!”

•”Jesus christ Jisung!”

•”We’re leaving now let’s go”

•Just then the music cut off and Chan quickly grabbed Jisung and walked down the hall to exist the building

•”Hyung what were you doing.”

•”Nothing Jisung.”

•with a sigh he slumped  into his seat trying to figure out how in the world was he ever going to see you again

•Sure you guys were soulmates but that didn’t mean you both were destined to met

•After all some people had their tattoos changed into a butterfly weed meaning “leave me” indicating  their soulmate had fallen in love with someone else (Of course only appearing when the relationship was destined to stay ex. When their soulmate was to get married)

•Once they had made it back to the company Chan instantly walked to the practice room to wallow in his own misery

•With a sigh he opened up his laptop and took out a pencil and paper

•If he was going to be sad and mopey why not busy himself with creating a song

•And within a few hours Chan found himself staring at the clock that read the time of 2:34

•He could barely keep his eyes open but at the same time he didn’t have the heart to fall asleep

•Grabbing his laptop and things he walked out of the building and headed to the nearest cafe to continue his work

•Where were you?

•Well you were leaning over the cafe counter a book in hand as you waited for the next customer to appear from the busy streets of Seoul

•You look up when the door bells jingle and you instantly straighten up

•”Welcome to Brew and Bakery cafe.”

•When your eyes met the boy standing in front of you, you wanted nothing more than to pass out

•Lowering your head in a lame attempt to hide your face you waited for his order

•”Can I get uh…hot chocolate.”

•As a lowkey coffee connoisseur you lifted your head up in amusement totally forgetting your earlier dilemma

•”Really? I took you as an espresso kinda guy.”

•You joked as you punched in his order

•the fact that he laughed at your boring ass statement made your heart kinda flutter, you didn’t know if it was because you were tired or for the fact his laugh was just the cutest

•”I took you as knocking kinda person.”

•*cue fidgetiness*

•”Th-That wou-ld be *ahem* $2.95.”

•”Here keep the change.”

•You nodded and turned around to make his simple hot chocolate

•”So what makes me a expresso kinda guy?” He mused

•”You look like a sleep deprived dad.” You played along trying to lighten the atmosphere for yourself

•”I get that a lot.”

•With a smile you turn around and hand him his hot chocolate

•”Here’s your hot chocolate..”

•”Chan.” “Expresso man.” (Ya’ll taking in unison what cuties)

•He shot you a smile as he grabbed the cup his hand brushing against yours

•At the same time you both felt the overwhelming sense of affection and adoration again

•Taking a glance at your exposed wrist you noticed the intertwined flowers of peruvian lily and red carnation

•”I guess this means were soulmates.”

•”Y-Yeah.”

•”Mind if I treat you to some of my hot chocolate?”

•”I’m more of a (insert favorite drink) kinda person.”

•Shaking his head lightly he chuckles lightly

•Afterwards the both of you kinda bond with Chan explain about what he was doing up so late and you explain your thought process on the whole soulmates situation right now, in which Chan totally understands

•Thought Chan is totally up for the challenge of making you fall for him as much as he did when he laid eyes on you

•In order to do so he would often come late at night with a song of his asking for your advice or to just bond over coffee

•In all honesty the boy seriously knew how to make your heart flutter

•With his witty jokes, funny faces and determination to debut with his members as 9

•Not only that but you were a huge fan of his music as much as he was of your different coffees you would make for him

•But what brought ya’ll closer than anything else was music and it was the thing that brought you two officially together

•Chan had brought you to the company wanting to hangout at the practice room rather than at the cafe for one day

•Both of you sat in front of the small desk as  he worked on his most recent piece

•Despite being in your own chair your legs were on his lap with your arms lazily holding on to his waist with your head resting on his chest

•Chan honestly thought it was the cutest thing ever tbh

•and when you start to mumble his rap parts with him he just could stop himself from smiling to himself

•like you were literally being so cute and he just had to steal a kiss

•he’d dip down and give your lips a quick peck to see how you’d react

•once he saw the light blush on your face and how quickly you hid your face in his chest he knew he had your heart just as much as you had his

•guys I’m melting this is so cute omg..wow did I just compliment my writing..#concededisme

•wow I just ruined the moment…well in my defense it was the end…okay I’ll shut up now I hope you enjoyed it sorry for it being so long (and for that I’ll give you small bonus)

•dates with Chan would literally be so late but so worth it because you always end up wrapped up in his arms

•the dates are either at yours or his company or at the cafe

• The boys call you composing koala couple

•they literally gush at the sight of both of you

•when it’s just the two of you relaxing Chan has the cutest habit of tracing the flowers that are entwined on your wrist and will occasionally kiss the tattoo because he’s literally so in love with you and the fact that both of you are together

•literally can’t stop saying how much he loves and highkey enjoys it when he catches you staring at him

•tells you to take of yourself  and literally will ask you if you’ve eaten or rested well almost every day once a day

•and in return you give him words of encouragement/congratulations BeCauSE YOuR MAnZ IS tAlENtEd

•but overall both of you are just perfect for each others and love each other with every inch of your living being

[spookybooscarystorytime]

31 Days of Halloween: The Witches and the Circle by Eric Dodd

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31 Days of Halloween: The Witches and the Circle by Eric Dodd

My great-aunt had died the year before. Her house was locked up in probate until issues of inheritance were settled. My father was acting as caretaker of the property, which meant I took care of the place while my old man bought booze with my great-aunt’s money. I didn’t mind; it got me out of my place, away from my old man, and it made a nice place to have parties and hang out with my friends. My friend Chris loved the place. I think he also needed a place to hide, somewhere away from his own house with all of his dead mother’s things lying around, right where she left them, before a sleep-deprived truck driver snuffed out her life like a candle on a store-bought birthday cake.

Our big plan was to host a Halloween party, just for our small group of friends. Chris quickly latched onto the idea of having a seance, and spent a lot of his time at the library, or at some of the local used book stores, researching. I told him it was no big deal, that it was just a stupid party trick, but he insisted on getting it ‘right’. I guess Chris was messed up about his mother’s death. I should have thought about that, about why he was so concerned with contacting the dead, but he didn’t talk about her very much, and as I’ve said before, I was stupid. There are things that happen when you are nineteen that stay with you. You don’t think they will, but they do. If that’s not the definition of haunted, I don’t know what is.

I met Chris as he was walking back from the dollar store that evening. He was carrying several bags of Halloween candy, some chips and a few bottles of soda. He climbed into my car, and I drove us on to the house. He dumped the candy into a large plastic bowl, and smacked my hand when I tried to filch some. “That’s for the trick-or-treaters, jerk,” he said. As the afternoon faded into evening, the trick-or-treaters did show up, giggling in their Spiderman and Incredible Hulk masks. I doled out candy, while Chris ordered pizza and set up the food on the kitchen table.

Pete, Liz, and Sophia arrived by eight. I was excited that Sophia had shown up; I had been crushing on her for months, but at six four, one forty, and bright red, curly hair, I looked like a scarecrow that tried to dress up like Ronald McDonald. Sophia was tiny, cool, beautiful, with jet black hair and skin that may have never seen sunlight. She was my secret reason for having the party. I didn’t stand a chance, but a guy could hope. Liz was Pete’s longtime girlfriend. She was almost as tall as me, with a shaved head, several piercings, and full sleeve tattoos on both arms. I’m pretty smart, but Liz was a genius. She aced every exam without trying, and was taking college level classes in ninth grade. We had been friends for several years, and had shared several classes at high school until she dropped out halfway through twelfth grade. The vice principal told her in no uncertain terms that she would not allow a “tattooed freak” like Liz to represent the school as the Valedictorian. Liz broke the woman’s jaw in two places, and that was pretty much it for Liz’s public education.

Pete was wrecked when he walked through the door. I had been friends with Pete since we were toddlers; his mother had worked with mine at the same hospital, before my mother left town. I loved Pete like he was a brother, but he had several bad habits, self-destruction being high on the list. He nodded his hello, then staggered to the cabinet where my great-aunt kept her liquor, and liberated a bottle of peach schnapps. By nine, Pete had retired to the monstrous old red couch in the living room, cold cloth over his eyes and a bucket by his side.

“Why’s he over-indulging?” I asked Liz, as we shoved the furniture out of the way. Chris and Sophia rolled up the large area rug, exposing the hardwood floor beneath.

“Failed his driver’s license exam,” Liz said, rolling her eyes.

“Again?” Chris said, brushing his thick brown hair out of his eyes. “This is what, his fifth time to take it? I thought they just gave it to you out of pity after five tries.”

“At least he didn’t vomit blueberry pancakes on the instructor’s shoes, like he did last time,” Sophia said.

The heavy old grandfather clock in the living room bonged ten times. Chris stood up. “OK everybody, let’s get started.” Liz tried to get Pete to join us, but he was fast asleep. Chris returned to the room carrying a large wooden box. He opened the box, and removed a small jar of salt, and several candles. He motioned for us to sit in a circle, and he poured the salt in a double ring around us. He poured another, smaller double ring a few feet away, in front of the fireplace. He then carefully taped down several pieces of paper, onto which he had previously drawn strange geometric symbols. I took the candles and positioned them at points around the circles, then lit them with my Zippo.

Chris motioned for us all to sit within the larger circle. He dimmed the lights and joined us. We took our positions around a small wooden tool box. The circle was small. When Sophia sat next to me, her knee touched mine. I tried to concentrate on something other than her perfume. Chris folded open the top, and removed a metal bowl, which he placed onto a metal stand. He pulled some pieces of wood from the box, put them in the bowl, and lit them. He pulled a fabric-shrouded object from the box, and placed it in front of him. The dark cloth revealed a book bound in black leather, and when Chris opened the yellowed pages, instead of being brittle, they turned with an odd ease. Chris flipped through the pages, and when he stopped, the sallow pages lay slackly open, without a hint of curling. He began a low chant, in a singsong rhythm. While chanting, Chris dropped wads of dried herbs into the metal bowl. Heavy, acrid yellow smoke billowed up, stinging our eyes.

“Ancient spirits,” Chris said, as we stared at him with rapt attention, “Ancient spirits, hear us. We beseech you. Ancient spirits, hear our call. Ancient spirits, answer us. Ancient spirits, come to us. Ancient spirits, the way is open. Ancient spirits, take this offering, and come to us.” Chris ran a scalpel, a scalpel that none of us had seen, across the palm of his hand. Liza recoiled in shock. The blood sizzled as it met the flames in the bowl.

“Jesus, Chris!” Sophia said. He shushed her with a glare.

“Ancient spirits!” Chris called. “Hear us! The way is open! Answer our—”

The doorbell chimed.

We all jumped, including Chris. The doorbell chimed again. Through the door, we heard muffled voices. “Trick or treat!”

Sophia huffed and rolled her eyes. “The ancient spirits are here, and they want candy. I thought you turned off the porch light?” She stood up, and walked to the door. She flipped on the porch light, and opened the door. Two little kids were standing there, both dressed like witches, with pointy hats and green masks. They giggled, shoved their widespread pillowcase sacks towards Sophia, and yelled “Trick or treat!” at the tops of their lungs. Sophia looked around for the candy dish, then saw it on the kitchen table. It was empty, save for some wrappers.

“Sorry kids. We’re all out. That’s what it means when the porch light’s off.”

The kids looked at each other for a moment. “Can we come inside for a minute, ma’am? My sister really has to go to the bathroom.” Sophia nodded, and stood aside as two little pointy witch hats bobbed past. As the shorter of the pair went to the bathroom, the taller stood near the couch, next to Pete. She said nothing, and was very still. I found myself sneaking glances at her mask. It seemed far too elaborate for a child’s mask, and the black pits that hid her eyes seemed to drink in the light.

There was a crash from the hallway leading to the bathroom. Chris and I jumped to our feet, and ran to see what had happened. The smaller of the two children kneeling at the entrance to the hallway. “I’m really sorry. I broke the mirror on the wall. My hat is too big and it must have caught the frame. I tripped. I can’t see where I’m going.” She tilted her head down, and began to cry, softly.

“It’s just a cheap old mirror,” Chris said. He extended a hand — his cut hand, I thought to myself, without knowing why — and pulled her up. “It’s getting late. Your parents must be worried.”

“Yes, it’s almost midnight. Sister, we should be going.” We turned to see the sister leaning over Pete’s sleeping form, green mask pressed close to his ear.

“Hey, what are you doing to Pete?” Liza said. She stood and walked towards the taller child.

“He was sleeping,” the taller witch said, shrugging. Her rubbery, pointed green nose bobbled. “I was telling him to have sweet dreams.”

The two children left, clutching their pillowcase sacks and jostling each other as they walked down the sidewalk. I watched them go, and as I saw them turn the corner, I think that I may have seen them both take turns licking at the smaller one’s hand.

We shut off the lights, bolted the front door, and re-lit a few candles that had gone out. Chris picked up his book again as we rejoined him inside the salt circle. “Ancient spirits, hear us!” he cried. “Ancient spirits, we call you. Ancient spirits, hear our call. Ancient spirits, answer us!” The old grandfather clock began to toll, the first of twelve. Chris sprinkled more sage into the redly-glowing metal bowl. “Ancient spirits, we beseech you!”

A candle went out.

Sophia snorted, and put her hand on mine. My heart slammed to a stop — then I realized that she was only trying to pull the Zippo I had been fidgeting with out of my hand. She winked, then reached over to light the candle. Another candle went out. And another. The room was plunged into a murky darkness, only lit from the flickers of the coals in the metal bowl. “O-ok,” said Chris, with only a slight tremor to his voice. “The ancient spirits have heard our call and have responded.” He shifted slightly, and closed the box. On the top of the box was an ornate inlay of letters and numbers, in the style of an Ouija board. Chris drew a small white planchette from his shirt pocket, and beckoned for us to place our hands upon it. We moved the planchette on the board in small, slow circles. “Ancient spirits, are you here with us?”

Something crashed in the kitchen.

I made as if to get up, and Chris motioned for me to stop. “Don’t leave the circle,” he said. “Stay inside the circle. Never break it. Nothing can harm you if you don’t cross the boundary.” We placed our hands back on the planchette.

“Ancient spirits, are you here with us?” Chris asked again. The planchette slowly moved to a corner. YES. Boards creaked in the darkened room around us.

“This is too spooky, Chris,” Sophia said. “It feels like something’s watching us. It — oh.” Sophia looked down. In the twitching, red glow of the flames, a shadow seemed to spread across Sophia’s chest. She looked up at us and opened her mouth to speak. A flood of blackness flowed out of her mouth and down her chin. She slumped forward, knocking over the metal bowl. The burning coals scattered.

“Sophia!” I lunged toward her. A smoldering coal burned my hand, but I didn’t feel it. I could only think about Sophia’s beautiful hair. It was on fire. “Get the lights!” Chris yelled, standing. He shoved me off Sophia, out of the circle. I scrambled to my feet. I could see nothing in the inky blackness. Liz was screaming, over and over. A wall should have been inches away, but I felt nothing. I reached out frantically. My fingertips caught something, the sleeve of a shirt? It jerked away. There was a blinding, burning pain on my arm. I fell flat and away, clutching the wound. Blood soaked through the sleeve of my shirt. I crouched low, trying to see something, anything. I turned back to the circle. Liz’s face, mouth an O of surprise, jerked backward. Her slashed throat sprayed blood across the room. It smelled like copper.

I turned to the right, arm out. I ran. My hand slammed into a doorway with force. A fingernail peeled back. I dropped to my knees, then crawled forward. My fingers met the cold steel of the refrigerator. I flung the door open. Light flooded the kitchen. I huddled in the corner, shaking. I heard a racking scream from the other room. Chris! I snatched a heavy, cast iron frying pan from the stove. Heavy pan raised high, I stood to the side of the doorway. Blood trickled into a pool in the elbow of my shirt. I heard the slow slide of footsteps. There was a low whispering breath. I was paralyzed. What if it was Chris? Or Sophia? Light glinted off of the butcher knife.

I swung as hard as I could. My lips peeled back in a rictus grin, I grunted an involuntary “HAA!” The edge of the cast iron pan caved in Pete’s face as if it were a Sunday morning egg. He went down in an untidy heap. I swung and swung, bashing his head until it was a lumpy mess. Until his body stopped twitching. Still clutching the pan, I ran for the front door.

It took me an hour to reach the front door. The front door could not have been farther than fifteen feet away. It felt like miles. As I stumbled and crawled to the door, terrible things whispered to me, laughed at me, mocked me. I saw the dim shapes scuttle away as I looked, eyes straining to see my attackers. They darted in and gouged my flesh with claws and hot, grasping hands. I flailed blindly in the dark with the frying pan, but they only laughed. When I did reach the door, it was locked. I smashed the antique stained glass with a blow, then climbed through it, lacerating my hands and arms more in the process.

The official police report states that Peter McCaulty, nineteen-year-old Caucasian Male, several priors including vandalism and possession, was under the influence of a large amount of controlled substances (traces of Adderal, Effexor, PCP, psilocybin, and certain other unidentified), experienced a psychotic break, and killed several people. Initially I was suspect number one. A police officer found me walking down the middle of the street, covered in blood and bleeding from dozens of cuts, fist clenched tightly around a cast iron pan. The police took a dim view of my story, and once it was determined that drugs had been involved, they ignored it completely. As far as the cops were concerned, a bunch of kids took some acid on Halloween. They played at a ‘Satanic’ ritual, then one went off his rocker and killed a few of the others. It happens every Halloween.

I was remanded into psychiatric custody for two weeks. It was only after I was released that I found out that the police had only recovered three bodies, not four. They never found Chris, or any trace of him.

I have never gone back to that house. I think about going back, every night. I take my meds, meds that make me forget, mostly, and suppress the whispers that I hear in those long black hours before dawn. But sometimes, I still hear them. Every year, as Halloween approaches, the voices get louder, even if I up my dose. They tell me terrible things. They tell me it was my fault. They tell me I was the one with the knife.

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