#I laughed really hard reading thsi

[dark-elf-writes]

I have never consumed any ff7 media outside what you’ve talked about so here are my assumptions and thoughts on your au built around my very very very limited knowledge (pt 1):

Turks are a thing here. Is this like a post apocalyptic world where only Turkish people survived?

Or is this like a human classification type deal? Or a group?

Local small blond child is being raised by the best Turk. Is he the best at being Turkish or the best at being good? Very important. Ik one Turkish person and I hate them (derogatory x100) so this will affect my opinion of this man (?)

What tf is mako

Why is it in this child’s eyes

Are they mermaids? Have I missed their mermaid tails in fanart? Mako mermaid powers?

Is it magic? Fantasy crack? Secret government shit you shoot up in a back alley for a power up?

There’s a person (?) named Reno that’s probably rly fun to piss off

If angels exist here did Jesus? Did this Jesus have a sword?

Why does this Vincent person need to be tricked out of a box? Is he a cat perhaps?

Why is a blond child setting things on fire to wake someone up? A little extreme but it has spirit.

And why is the person in need of being woken up sleeping in a box? I’m not positive this Vincent isn’t a cat. Are Turks cats? Cat-boys?

The box was a coffin. A little dramatic considering he clearly isn’t dead. Like just get an eye mask fr.

He a vampire or some shit? Did they make him a vampire because he’s Turkish? Did they put him in a box because he’s Turkish? That’s rude

Oh there was a lock

If a tiny blond could break it I’m not convinced this Turkish cat couldn’t do it too

Whoever this hojo mf is I hope they know I’m watching their ass and am in full support of their murder

Who’s chaos and why are they in the Turkish cats head? Is this a naruto situation? Are they paying rent? Is this why Vincent was locked in a coffin?

Is shinra the government or something? An organization? The group of this hojo mf

There’s aliens now?

The alien is wrecking the world AGAIN? As in once the first timeline and now here? Or they wrecked it once already and are coming back for fun?? Do aliens not have anything better to do. So fucking lame.

If I saw an alien trying to wreck my plants shit I’d simply say “that’s loser behavior” and leave.

They’d be so stunned by my confidence they’d just have to stop

Ff7 is frankly just wild trying to explain to someone in general but in the broadest of strokes I can say that the Turks are basically spies/assassins/what have you for the evil uber corporation (Shinra) that is fucking up the planet. Mako is in essence the lifeblood of the planet that said evil corporation make into “renewable energy” (its not and is in fact just trying to heal the planet from the fucked up alien (JENOVA) thousands of years ago before he was banished to the timeout pit and unfortunately unearthed by you guessed it the evil corporation) and makes the very few people who don’t like die immediately insanely strong/fast/etc while also making their eyes glow. It’s weird to see on a child basically only seen by Shinras elite fighting force (SOLDIERs) and therefore worth mentioning a lot. Vincent was technically dead or at least was very much hardcore attempted murdered before being experimented on getting Chaos and a hand full of other murderous entities shoved inside of him by Hojo (evil scientist for evil company) who is basically the reason the alien was able to fuck shit up so bad in canon/the first time around in this au by implanting her cells into his unborn son. Vincent chose a coffin for a guilt/depression nap after he did and didn’t die a la a certain cat.

That’s the barest of bones not going into the whole eco terrorism weird soul bond mommy issues memory/identity theft and the cat robot… or the clones… or

Also the mind control there’s a lot of that too

Yeah it’s a lot.

[earlysunshines]

order for delivery!

pham hanni x fem!reader

synopsis: hanni is a terrible multi-tasker and it's very evident when her phone is in between her ear and shoulder while she orders delivery. she's messily figuring out what to tackle on her calendar first as she mumbles her order, what lecture notes to go over, when her midterms fall---and oops, she just said 'love you, bye' to the worker on the other end of the phone.

warnings: none(?) i think it's just rly silly and cute and fluffy ; anything else i didn't mention ; not proofread

a/n: ugh she's so cute and such a loser and UGH anyways i wrote this so quickly but maybe that's because i love thsi fic so much it was so so so fun to write omfg ENJOY!!

hanni is a terrible multitasker, it only ends up in her getting things mixed up and done slower. still, she does it anyway.

her phone is tucked awkwardly between her ear and shoulder, fingers tapping at the laptop keyboard while scrolling through lecture notes. “uh, yeah… chicken lo mein with extra chicken… and um also…” she squinted at the calendar on her screen. “what was i supposed to— oh, right… midterm next wednesday. right, cool.”

on the other end you listened patiently, smiling to yourself and holding back a small giggle as she mumbled half an order while clearly being busy with other things.

“wait, sorry!” she apologizes quickly, realizing she hadn’t ordered what minji and haerin had asked for. “also six steamed pork dumplings— no, twelve please. shrimp fried rice and… wait, i already said that, right? ugh—anyway, just, yeah, add that too.”

you ring it all up, smiling wider. “anything else?”

there’s a brief moment of silence until you hear, “huh? oh, no, that’s it.” she replies absentmindedly. she had been paying no attention at all, flipping through her notes and muttering to herself quietly about what she needed to review before the weekend. “uh, yeah, thanks—love you, bye.”

another beat of silence passes before you chime in, voice playful. “love you too.”

you could practically hear her freeze, the realization hits her. you hear a gasp on the other end of the phone, sharp and followed by a small curse.

‘w-wait, what?” hanni stammers, cheeks heating up like crazy. everything hanni had been bombarded with halts. her hands freeze on the laptop, her phone almost slips from her shoulder, and the papers she had been holding with the other hand have all landed on teh counter. everything hanni had been thinking about—midterm wednesday, lecture notes, module 2.2, chapter three reading—dissapear from her mind in a blink.

she hears a laugh on the other end, then a voice that sends a shiver down her spine. 

“your total is $28.41, by the way.”

“god, i’m sorry.” hanni rushes out the apology, face palming herself. “i didn’t mean it— not that i don’t love you! well, i mean, i don’t know you, so i don’t love you. not that i hate you! no hard feelings. i’m not saying you’re— okay i’m, i’m going to go. bye. thank you. sorry.”

hanni presses the red button on her phone, ending the call and cringing to herself. hanni is more than glad that her friends in the living room hadn’t heard the most embarassing phonecall of her life. if any of them were to witness it, she’d never live it down. her cheeks are fuming against her hand; she’s a mess, she really needs to stop tackling twelve things at once even though it brings her some type of comfort—less chaos during lots of chaos makes it seem like something manageable.

she clicks through a bunch of tabs, skims through a few lines on her paper, and then closes her laptop. she does this while being distracted by the whole one minute interaction from earlier, shooting herself in the head mentally everytime she thinks of it.

less than twenty minutes later, the delivery guy shows up. hanni knows it’s not the person on the phone, because when the man speaks, it’s not the same voice that sent a weird shiver down her spine when she realized they said “love you too” back to her.

she takes the two bags over to her living room, setting them down in front of two ravenous students—otherwise known as her best friends danielle and minji—watching their eyes sparkle just from the sight. she rolls her eyes at them, sitting down against her small couch and leaning against as they waste no time to dig in and unbox.

hanni’s the last one to reach in and grab something to munch on—mistake number one. mistake number two is catching minji furrowing her brows at a piece of paper, pickiing it up and reading, instead of stopping her before she can do any of that.

her best friend reads it outloud in a confused tone: “i put two extra fortune cookies in there,” minji begins, danielle scoots over to read too. “hope your fortune is as sweet as your voice. love, the girl you don’t hate, but don’t love :(“

“p.s. you sound cute when you’re caught off guard ;-)”

minji finishes reading, and then the two of her friends look up, staring down hanni.

“hanni, what’s this?”

“i— give me that!” hanni says, face burning up. she swipes the paper from minji’s hand, looking at the paper and covering it with her hand like her friends hadn’t just read it together. she cringes, closing her eyes and falling down on teh floor. “i’m an idiot.”

“hanniiiiii” danielle whines, scooting over to shake her by her shoulders while she’s on the floor. “what’s that about? do you have an admirer or something?”

“i can’t tell you, i just, i’m so stupid.”

“dude, what?” minji questions, completely ignoring the steaming, delicious food on the coffee table. “explain—now.”

hanni feels her heart beating like crazy, then she gives in and sits up. her face is most definitely beet red, maybe even worse when she glances at the note again.

“i accidentally said ‘love you, bye’ to the worker on the phone.” hanni says quietly, shaking her head. “and she said it back.”

“she what?” danielle and minji say in unison, looking at her in disbelief.

hanni lets out a weird noise, overwhelmed and flustered beyond words. she looks down at the note again through the spaces in her fingers as she covers her face, not noticing any name or anything that might lead to another encounter with the mystery girl on the other end of the line. this disappoints her a bit, but even if she were to have a name or number or anything, she wouldn’t be able to face you. 

after getting teased to death, the trio indulges in food after a very long and tiring study session. the conversation shifts to annoying professors, upcoming midterms, plans for when they all have free time—but hanni is still thinking of you, oddly enough.

—

a little over a week from that day, hanni orders takeout again. she’s somehow forgotten (for the most part) her embarrassing interaction, probably because her midterm is tomorrow and she’s completely forgotten to eat. her phone sits in between her shoulder and ear again, head tilted awkwardly to rush out an order. 

“alpha waves, altruism, anorexia nervosa… shit, sorry. um yeah, i’d like six steamed dumplings please, pork. umm… chow mein— no, scratch that. shrimp fried rice please.” her words are hurried out her mouth as she furrows her brows at her laptop screen, clicking through slides and trying to comprehend two units of psychology in one night. “that’s it, thank you, love you.”

hanni stops in place, frozen in shock. there is no way.

“wow, you must be smitten, huh?” she hears on the end of the line, followed by a small chuckle. “love you too, ‘hp.’” hanni had never used her full name when ordering things, well, only food. she always had this fear of sharing her legal name unless it was for unconsumable orders. “your total is $14.89 by the way.” 

you hear a groan on the end of the line, followed by what sounds like pens and pencils hitting the floor.

“...you alright?”

hanni, caught off guard by the whole conversation for the most part, but also the fact that you noticed how she had just spilled half her supplies onto her apartment floor, answers with a simple, “yeah.”

“that’s good to hear.”

“i’m really sorry, again, for the… you know.”

“your undying love for me?”

“what?” hanni says, completely disregarding the pens, pencils, and highlighters on the floor. “i- no! no. i’m not in love with you! i didn’t mean it—”

“i’m teasing, hp.” she hears the smile in your voice. “would you like an extra fortune? last time i had heard from you i remember something about a midterm.”

“you remembered?” it sounds a little pathetic, maybe desperate coming from hanni, but hanni couldn’t care less. she’s tired, overwhelmed, and has gone over so much work in the span of a few days that she really can’t think or function correctly.

“yeah, not many people sound as young as you. it’s usually a parent or something ordering for their family at this time. plus, you made my shift.” you confess, “i thought it was cute, you know, how frantic you had ordered your meal.”

“i’m really sorry about that, like seriously, i’m really, really sorry.”

“it’s okay hp.”

“right, yeah. i uh, i have to study. sorry— i don’t know why i’m saying sorry, ugh, sorry. thanks, bye.”

“no ‘love you?’” you ask, and before hanni can answer you respond, “kidding. i’ll throw in two fried wontons, have a good night hp.”

the call ends and hanni blinks a few times as she tries to process what just happened. she’s embarrassed beyond words, just as flustered too. there might even be a blush on her cheeks, she can’t stop thinking about how smooth you were with your teasing, plus the way your voice sounded. 

hanni thinks it’s the midterm getting to her, the stress. she cleans up the mess on the floor and goes through her vocabulary notes. she hears a knock on the door twenty minutes later which makes her jump in her seat.

she grabs the bag of fried rice and dumplings, placing it on the counter before taking everything out. hanni hears her stomach rumble a bit, she definitely underestimated how hungry she was.

before hanni digs in, she notices two fortune cookies and a note at the bottom. she completely ignores the cookies, grabbing the note and opening it up to see the same small handwriting from last time:

“i’m guessing your initials are hp? i could be wrong… 

hp like harry potter? it makes sense because you’re magical.

good luck on your midterm! hopefully you’ll order for a post-midterm celebration.

p.s. there are extra fried wontons ;p”

hanni smiles as she reads the note. pause. hanni stops smiling immediately when she becomes aware of the fact that she’s smiling because of a note. a note from a mystery woman on the other end of the line.

—

midterms are over, all of them. hanni had gone through all four midterms. all four. hanni’s burnt out to oblivion, finding comfort in her bed as soon as she gets back from her last midterm. she checks her messages and is greeted by the groupchat she’s in with danielle and minji.

minji: FINALLY i feel like a fish that’s been gutted out it’s not even finals lowk wasn’t even that bad actually how about you guys

danielle: my midterm is in an hour!  wish me luck :D how was yours hanni?

hanni: i’m about to PASS OUT why did i choose forensics

minji: because you’re a nerd don’t let one biology midterm screw you over who’s going to take care of my body parts when i suddenly get murdered

danielle: woah quite a situation, no?

hanni: uagghshhskafhjk i’m going to sleep GOODNIGHT do you guys want to come over later dani do you need time to unwind before you come over

danielle: no that’s alright! i find your apartment quite cozy i’ll just crash there right after, thanks han okay i’m going to review a bit more wish me luck!

minji: good luck mo dani!! you can do it  we love you

hanni: good luck! you’ve got this

danielle:  ❤️

hanni smiles at danielle’s message, she’s always so positive—even through text, even during these trying times. she decides to pass out for almost two hours, waking up groggy and finding herself almost tripping all the way back to her couch in the living room. she sighs as she collapses onto the cushions, waiting for minji and danielle to come over.

then her thoughts race back to you, embarassingly enough. she thinks about your stupid flirting, your stupid voice, and the stupid giggle she could hear through the phone. she thinks about how stupid she is for smiling, how stupid she is. everything is stupid.

hanni is fantasizing about some random person she’s ordered affordable chinese food from, she doesn’t even know her name. 

(hanni’s brain is mush.)

instinctively, she goes through her recent calls, dialing the number of the restaurant that serves her favorite dumplings. 

it rings for a few seconds before someone answers, “hello?”

the voice isn’t familiar whatsoever, hanni feels a strange discomfort in her stomach. 

hanni doesn’t realize that she hasn’t spoken a word until the second “hello?” is uttered. she breaks from her trance.

“hi, hello, yeah, hi.”

“hello, what can i get you?”

hanni purses her lips before replying, “oh, um.” she sounds like a sad child. “fried rice, i’ll do chicken. wontons, fried, twelve of them. could i also get beef-broccoli lo mein?”

she hears nothing for about three seconds, then a hum. “got it, could i get a name for that order?”

“hp.” 

“y/n’s ‘hp?’” who the hell is y/n? hanni thinks to herself. 

“what?”

“nevermind.” the worker says with her monotone voice. “will that be it?”

“yeah, thank you.” hanni doesn’t say ‘love you’ this time. she tells herself it’s because she’s not preoccupied with at least three things in that same moment, but a part of it is because it’s not the same voice that she had been expecting to hear. “what’s the total?”

“$24.12. it’ll be over in a little more than twenty minutes.”

“okay, thank you.” hanni says, and instead of hearing something snarky back—she hears a hum, and then the call ends.

…

you walk into work later than usual, one of your midterms had been pushed a bit later, so your hours were cut off. 

as you walk in, you catch your coworker’s head snap up. as soon as she realizes it’s you, she relaxes a bit.

“good evening haerin!” you beam, somehow upbeat and lively even after your grueling calculus midterm. “miss me?”

“just had to take more calls than i ever do in one week.” she sighs, watching you move over behind the counter and push your bag under the desk. “so maybe a little.”

“awww, you missed me so much.”

“shut up.” haerin groans, sitting down in the little chair where no customers can catch her. “you know what you missed?”

“what?”

“your girlfriend called—miss hp.”

“hp?!” you say it like you’ve just missed the train that comes every two hours. “seriously? did she say ‘love you?’”

“of course that’s what you’re so animated about.” haerin rolls her eyes at you, shrugging. “she didn’t.”

a sigh of relief escapes your lips, a very exaggerated one for that matter. then you frown, sitting down in the spinny chair nearby and rotating yourself in your seat like a little kid.

“i can’t believe i missed her.”

“you’re actually insane for flirting with a customer.”

“she has a cute voice.”

“you don’t even know her y/n.” haerin scoots over, but only to flick you in the forehead. she leans back in her seat, smirking. you rub your skin and pout at her, making her roll her eyes once more before she continues on, “she could be old, crinkly, and married or something. what if she’s like… balding? what if her teeth are falling out and she—”

“why are you assuming the worst haerin. you’re so— whatever. she sounds my age, i guess. it’s just fun to mess around, it’s cute.”

“i will never get you.” your coworker crosses her arms, jumping at the sound of the phone ringing. “could you get that? i’ve run out of social battery.”

“it’s a phone call haerin.”

“talking to you drained me already.”

you frown, making her giggle at you.

—

the next time hanni calls is two days later, because she’s a loser that can’t seem to get the thought of the chinese restaurant employee who keeps flirting with her (albeit smoothly) out of her head. the phone rings twice, then someone picks up, and hanni waits eagerly.

“hi, pledis plates, how can i help?” it’s you, it’s you. the memory of hearing ‘y/n’s hp?’ pops up in her head—could you be y/n? you have to be.

“hi.” hanni says simply, biting the inside of her lip. she hears a small chuckle on the other end of the line, slightly relieved.

“if it isn’t hp.” it comes out cheeky, making hanni blush. “missed you, you know?”

“what?”

“did you miss me too?”

“i–” yes. hanni did miss you, not like she’d admit it, at least out loud. “i’d like to order dumplings.”

“harsh.” you respond jokingly, “six, pork, and steamed, got it.”

“you memorized it?” 

“you ordered it last time.”

hanni can’t help but laugh, smiling as she holds the phone against her ear. “you must be head over heels to be remembering my order.”

“you’re the one who confessed first though?”

“that was a mistake.”

“uh huh.” amusement is laced in your tone. “it’ll be five dollars, should be there in less than twenty.”

“great.”

 hanni doesn’t know what else to say. you both pause, letting silence and the faint static ring in your ears.

“what happened to the usual goodbye?”

hanni feels herself shrinking in her bed, feet kicking slightly, blush forming. god, she’s head over heels, she’s insane, she doesn’t know a single thing about you other than the fact that you have a really endearing voice and that your flirting is enough to have her smiling like an idiot.

“thanks, bye.” neither of you hang up after hanni says it, knowing there’s something missing. hanni pinches the bridge of her nose, feeling her stomach closing in on herself and simultaneously doing a flip. her heart nearly jumps out of her chest as she chokes out, “love you.”

“i was waiting for that one.”

“a-are you— really?”

“yeah.” you simply state, and you say nothing else but, “bye hp.”

“you’re not going to say it back?”

you grin to yourself. hanni hears a small, amused laugh fromthe other end, sending a shiver down her spine. “i don’t fold that easy, maybe next time.” you hang up right after, leaving hanni dumbfounded.

hanni looks at her phone like you’re going to call back, but you don’t. she drops the phone on her bed, putting both hands over her face and feeling her skin burn against her palms. she groans, then groans again, and sighs finally. 

maybe next time. there’s going to be a next time—hanni has that at least.

—

hanni calls again the next monday, around two days after the last call. it’s the same day she had first said the infamous ‘love you’ to you on accident. she calls at around the same time, laptop on her lap as she taps lightly on the backspace key, though not enough to actually press it. she wonders to herself for a moment, is the dent in her wallet really worth it? has she really reached rock bottom?

“pledis plates, what would you like to order?”

it’s not you. hanni sinks into the cushion of her couch and feels herself deflate. she can’t always call with the assumption that you’ll pick up, there are other employees after all. this time, it’s the same monotone voice she had heard before, a stark contrast to your flirtatious, lively tone.

“hi, i’d just like—”

“ah, hp.”

“how did you—”

“i remember your voice from last time. y/n was quite sad when she realized she’d missed your call by twenty minutes.”

“what do you mean?”

“she came into work late, midterms or something.”

midterms. the information alone gives her the assumption that you’re also in college, maybe even in her grade, and if she’s pushing it maybe you even go to her university. she conjures up a better picture of you now, not quite clear or concrete, but it’s something.

“is she a student?”

“i don’t know if i can leak that, she told me to be very secretive about her. i don’t think you’ll have trouble finding out more though, she never shuts up.”

hanni snickers, so you’re a talker too. yeah, hanni’s into that.

“well now i know her name.”

“do what you will with that.” the girl mutters. hanni hears a small sigh, then another response, “hey, y/n was curious about you. are you in high school?”

“what— no! do i sound like it?”

“you sound young.” the girl on the end of the line—haerin—shrugs. she continues, “y/n thinks you’re the same age as her, she also assumes you’re cute. i guess no one will know until a miracle happens.”

“i can’t tell if you’re insulting me.” hanni chuckles awkwardly, but haerin doesn’t respond.  “but if it helps, anyway, i’m a sophomore in college. tell her i’m interested in forensics.”

“okay.”

silence follows again, but haerin hasn’t hung up, and hanni still holds the phone against her ear expecting something more. hanni decides to take another step, asking, “y/n, how is… could you like, describe her?”

“physically or…? well, i can do a brief description. to start off: annoying, jokes a lot, pretends to be all mopey when insulted. physically: taller than me—i’d say taller than a lot of women. she has a nice smile i guess, but it’s the kind you want to wipe off her face, ugh, it’s like she’s making fun of you when she does it. her hair is also always a little messy, she says its for the ‘appeal,’ but i see none.”

hanni fights back a giggle. this woman has just spilled a good amount, a perfect amount in hanni’s eyes (any amount is alright, anything more than a name). this ‘y/n’ is tall, taller than most women, and hanni is shorter than most; hanni is into that, she loves taller girls. and messy hair too? that’s cute, probably. as long as it’s not the same type of messy that men rock around—men that barely shower or do anything. essentially: compsci majors—then hanni will be alright. you sound wonderful.

“did you want to order anything? or are did you just want to flirt with the idiot.”

“hey! hey, hey. lets not— ugh, okay, could i just get um, six pork dumplings—steamed.”

“okay.” the girl says quietly, and then hanni hears some light tapping. “six dumplings for hp.”

“hanni. it’s hanni. my name is hanni.”

“got it the first time.”

“you’re bright, aren’t you?”

“your order is going to be there later, bye.” and then the girl hangs up, leaving hanni speechless.

—

hanni waits a few days to call, because she doesn’t remember dialing on tuesdays or wednesdays and hearing a voice that brings her a little thrill. she leans against her counter waiting for a response, then lights up when she hears,

“pledis plates, how can i help?”

“y/n.” hanni says, almost relieved. “hi.”

“hi hanni.” your coworker must’ve leaked that conversation, hanni thinks. “nice to hear from you.”

“likewise.”

“can i get six dumplings? pork and—”

“---steamed, yes.” you’re smiling as you say it, like an eager little child. “nothing else?”

“no.”

“alright.” you respond, clicking two tabs and ringing up her order. you don’t give her the cost or anything, staring at the screen and deciding to huff out, “forensics?” you’re starting a real conversion now, what a step.

hanni is smiling hard, she’s so giddy that she’s twirling a piece of hair around her pointer finger. 

“yeah, i think it’s nice.”

“cute.” you mumble, “i’m studying kinesiology.”

“is that so?”

“unfortunately.” you say lightheartedly. hanni doesn’t know what to respond with, she wants to continue the conversation and hear your voice longer, but there’s nothing she can think of. does she ask for your number? how you are? hanni is useless, she’s always been useless when it came to girls.

“hanni?”

“y-yes?” hanni cringes at the slight stutter.

“your total is five dollars. it’ll be there soon.”

“oh,” hanni says sadly, “i mean, um. okay.”

and then she hangs up, a little defeated, but there’s always a next time…right?

when her food gets there, she hurriedly pays the delivery driver, making her wallet cry even more. there’s a note in the bag, along with two fortune cookies. the note has your name and a number on it, making hanni gasp and smile to herself again. there’s a little ‘text me, miss hanni. i’m looking forward to it.’ and as soon as hanni reads it, she clasps her hands together, squeals quietly into them, giggles, and kicks her feet in the air.

hanni tries to do some schoolwork, managing to get ten minutes of reading down, a few sentences jotted down, and then the rest of the time she’s thinking about her new saved contact. she hasn’t texted you yet, mainly because she had been overthinking about what and when to text you. she contemplates texting danielle and minji about it, but she’d just be teased. 

this is the first time in a while since hanni’s gotten anywhere close to something romantic, or maybe this is platonic, but the flirting doesn’t support that idea. she’s tried tinder—once, once and never again—and going to parties. nothing works out, none of them make her giddy and giggly like this. 

before she knows it, two hours have passed, and so she decides to send a simple “hi, this is hanni!’ 

too enthusiastic? too bland? too basic? ugh. hanni groans, lying on her couch in an uncomfortable position.

you reply almost immediately with ‘hey, i’m off in twenty minutes. let’s call?’ and hanni has to put the phone to her chest, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief.

twenty minutes passes by too quickly, hanni hasn’t even figured out what to say. she looks at her phone, waiting for you to call, and when you do, she short circuits; hanni drops her phone on her face.

“hello?” it’s you.

it’s you.

“hey. um, how was work?”

“aw, even asking me about work.” she can hear the smirk in your tone, rolling her eyes as she smiles to herself. “it was fine, my favorite part was when this girl ordered pork dumplings though. she has a cute voice.”

“is that so?”

“yeah. hey, can i ask you something?”

“what is it?”

“i work tomorrow, but its the morning shift. i end at one, i was you know… wondering if you… wanted…” you sound nervous, this is a first for hanni. “if you wanted to share some dumplings, free of charge.”

hanni covers her mouth almost immediately, suppressing any signs of her freaking out.

“are you asking me out?”

“only if you say yes.”

you hear a giggle before you hear a “yes.”

“really?”

“mhm.” hanni smiles again, thinking of something that’ll leave you just as flustered. “okay, well… i’ll see your tomorrow. bye, love you.”

“love you too hanni.”

—

minji’s usually the one who picks up orders if it’s not delivery, and hanni is almost always taking the orders. so when hanni enters the shop for the first time, she’s quite fond of the smell of ingredients being stir fried or steamed, as well as the interior of the place. it’s very nice inside, hopefully the nice person she’s been meaning to see shows up soon.

there’s a girl by the counter, she’s only slightly taller than hanni, and her eyes are oddly cat-like. she looks up at her with those eyes, then shoots a small smile.

“hi, how can i help?” this is who the monotone voice belongs to. her image somehow matches perfectly with the voice.

“hi, i’m hanni.” as soon as she introduces herself, the workers eyes widen.

“woah, you’re real.”

“surprising, i know.”

“y/n is changing in the back—she was eager to get off fives minutes early so she wouldn’t be in uniform when you showed up.” haerin explains, shaking her head. “it’s nice to meet you, you’re very pretty.”

“thank you! i appreciate it. you’re pretty as well.”

haerin doesn’t get to respond. the person who does respond is the girl walking up to the register, scooting haerin to the side with her knuckles and tapping at the screen. the girl isn’t in uniform, and she’s also really good looking. 

you run a hand through your hair as you clock out through the system. “hey, did hanni ever stop by?” you ask haerin, not looking up from the screen because you’ve typed your code in wrong. 

“look up idiot.” your coworker snickers, and when you do, you’re met with the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen.

you notice her right away, hair flowing down past her chest, curtain bangs perfectly framing her face. her plump lips and striking features make you pause. sure, you expected her to be pretty—maybe even conventionally attractive, everyone is in their own way—but seeing her in person? she’s beyond that, practically model material. my god. your lips part slightly in surprise, and you catch yourself, quickly swallowing as you both smile at each other at the same time.

you clock out—thankfully not typing in the wrong code again from nervousness—and step out from behind the counter. a small tote bag hangs from your shoulder, and a plastic bag dangles in your hand. you glance down at it.

“twelve dumplings—steamed, pork, everything you like—for the pair.”

hanni’s smile lights up her face, and you can't help but think about how adorable she looks, how effortlessly charming she is.

“why thank you,” she says, her voice soft and playful. it sounds better in person than through the phone.

“you’re gorgeous, by the way,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, still marveling at her. “like, i expected you to be pretty, but… wow.” you can tell haerin is fake gagging or rolling her eyes or something like that from behind, she’s probably already on her way to avoid witnessing this interaction.

hanni blushes instantly, the red creeping up her cheeks. if she were at home, she’d probably be giggling and kicking her feet, but for now, she just looks away shyly, smiling. “thanks, you’re really cute too.”

“you think?”

“yes.” she meets your eyes, still flushed. “can we eat? i’m hungry.”

“right, yeah. i hope it’s not too forward, but is the park nearby good? we can settle down and, um… talk more. you know, more than just about your usual order.”

hanni laughs—you might die right then and there—before responding, “that’s perfect,” and then she nods, looking at you. her eyes are soft and warm and wonderful.

“great,” you echo.

“great,” she repeats, a small laugh escaping her.

you both walk side by side, still a little stiff at first, the mutual attraction between you creating an unspoken tension. but as you settle into the rhythm of conversation, the initial awkwardness fades away, replaced by the easy flow of natural chemistry. each step feels lighter, the distance between you shrinking with every passing word.

—

—

—

hanni hears a knock at her door, confused because she hadn’t expected any guests other than minji and danielle—who are already in her living room leeching off her netflix account. 

she opens it to see you, which immediately brings a smile to her face. she almost leaps over to hug you, nearly making you drop the large bag in your hand.

“someone missed me.”

“shut up.” hanni says before pecking your lips. she looks at you, your dorky, adorable face, and then presses another longer kiss. “come in babe. i didn’t expect you to be here.”

“i got off early because i had to cover. i wanted to surprise you, and i know you had company over.”

“oh yeah,” hanni had almost forgotten that her best friends had been there.

she leads you over, helping you take off your tote and setting it on her counter. her friends catch the two of you from their peripheral and wave, then their eyes light up at the sight of the familiar bag in your hand. you set it down, placing a the container of fried rice, lo mein, and dumpling down as they treat you like a savior.

“thank you so much, i owe you my first born.” danielle says, giving you a playful pout.

minji snickers, scooting up to the coffee table. “you’re the best thing that’s happened to us—to hanni.”

you look over to your girlfriend, that’s right, she’s your girlfriend. hanni is rolling her eyes at you, pushing your shoulder, and then pulling you in by the wrist to sit next to her. she’s not one for pda—especially in front of danielle and minji—but under the table her fingers graze your skin, which makes you smile.

you grab a secret container from behind your back, handing it to hanni. when she opens it, she opens her mouth, shocked and grateful for the six steamed pork dumplings that you brought just for her.

[inolienkiki]

OH MY FUCKING GOD DARK ONE FORGOTTEN im fuckingf sobbing what was that. why arent people talking about that. it was so good and im gonna have a headache tonight because i cried but i don't care because i heard this story. go listen to it now

and I had it in my notes! I had this idea in my notes!! (went and checked and it's not in my notes) ok but at some point I wrote down a character who uses a curse to their advantage, and then I read alcatraz and was like oh that's not what I meant but I guess it's fun, but THIS. THIS DOES IT. SO WELL. and at some other point I wrote a short story about a functionally invisible character and that was before i read the schwa was here and this is actually one of my favorite tropes but this is the best one. this is absolutely the best one. endorsing dark one forgotten as the best functionally invisible story

went on coppermind to find the actors and coppermind forgot about them tooooo chris and sophie don't even have coppermind pages wtaf why did no one listen to this

i think its rachel jacobs and sophie oda and i can't find much info about either of them but they were boht fucking amazing. dear god thank you rachel jacobs. the number of times you said the other actors were really good and then you completely blew them out of the water. you made me tear up at least twice and the other time it was sophie oda so points to all of you

the story. can't even explain waht thsi is. true crime horror mystery fantasy? and I don't even like the first half of that sentence but I don't care because the story punched me in the gut and I didn't even need to understand the worldbuilding. chris asked questions and consulted experts and ran experiments and she got my heart. skeptical about sophie but she was there the entire time. not her project, not her obsession, not her responsibility, but she stayed, and she helped. chris and sophie said they weren't a couple and I was immediately like "yeah if they weren't both women(, bitch) that would be foreshadowing" and IT WAS FUCKIGN FORESHADOWING istg. This. This is also the best romance. And I hate romance I'm arospec lmao but dear god this got me. the sheer dedication to stare at somebody for eight god damn hours straight and then the music box scene. the music box scene. I got to it and I knew it was going to happen as soon as sophie asked but it still blew my mind and broke my heart that she did. because sophie is the best person in the world.

I have not been making sanderson reread update posts, and I read rithmatist and all of reckoners, but I'd already read most of those and there's nothing notable about lux except the plot holes and they didn't hit me hard like fucking dark one forgotten did. i barely knew this existed. It came out during the year of sanderson and yet nobody includes it in the book count. (There were 8 books/stories released, cowards, not 5.) but also I feel the need to mention that I thought dark one was quite good as well, but also that it feels like only the first chapter of a story so I can't say much else as of yet, I guess? I need more dark one. now. anything mirandus. why is nobody talking about this thing

also I feel the need to mention that there were she-ra references? like, references to the reboot, which is hands down my #2 favorite show (can't compete with dark but nothing can lol). and they were good references and they made sense. I started laughing hysterically when sophie said "hey adora". has brandon sanderson watched she-ra and the princesses of power? is this canon? I mean he definitely needs to

[bingsoo-jung]

an rating of every piece of arthurian media i have consumed

Hi. So I really like Arthurian mythology. To an deeply concerning and obsessive point. This has led me to consume a lot of Arthurian media, and thus I figured I would give you this. Ratings of all the Arthurian media (up until now) that I’ve consumed.

This is going to be a doozy.

Books!

The Mabinogion. 9/10. It’s less Arthurian mythology and more proto-arthurian. But it’s welsh as shit and goes hard.

Historia Regum Britanniae. 6/10. 10/10 for iconicness. 2/10 because it’s geoffrey of fucking monmouth. This mother fucker cannot write and basically is responsible for the englishfication of arthurian mythology and eventually the frenchification of arthurian mythology. So I rightfully hate his ass.

Knight of the Cart. 6.5/10. 10/10 for iconicness. 3/10 because if I could accuse a man of cultural appropriation who’s dead and didn’t really commit cultural appropriation, I would pick Chretien de Troyes. You’re too french and too annoying and can’t even do chivalric romance well because the french are actually terrible at it. Like go read avicenna you illiterate french peasant.

The Vulgate Cycle. 5/10. It’s good. It’s iconic. It’s french.

Bulfinch’s Mythology. 4/10. It gets what the basics of arthurian mythology is, but fails to understand the actual point of Arthurian mythology and what it’s trying to do and it’s function.

The High King. 8/10. Such a good reference book on Arthurian mythology and the history behind the name and the title and how he came to be.

The Mists of Avalon. 5/10 it’s a solid retelling, and I like the arguably feminist stance it takes. I’m knocking 3 points because of quality, and 2 points because it isn’t gay, and I think the author got a little confused about what Celtic is. Like they clearly know it’s wales, but they seem to have gone for the bad folk etymology that Morgan le Fay/Morgana is somehow related to the Morrigain historically. Which she’s not. Also because the author should’ve gone full ass in on the anti-colonialist messaging. And neither of them did.

Grailquest. 3/10. It’s just… not good enough. Also for some odd reason it’s in Ancient Greece because a spell went wrong? So I think the author was just trying to make it enjoyable for youn boys.

Avalon High (the book). 4/10. It’s just not good enough.

Merlin’s Blade. 1/10. Literally the worst. Merlin is Christain and weird as shit in this. I would give it a 0/10, but I’ll give it kudos for having a blind MC. Even though he keeps talking to God about it and it sucks.

Le Morte d’Arthur. 8/10. One of the og’s. Honestly of the better cycles in the Arthurian canon. You can, and will, read worse than this one.

Legendborn Cycle. 10/10. Perfect. Should literally be added to the actual Arthurian canon. I don’t care if this is an unfinished YA book series that started coming out in 2019. Y’all are fools if you haven’t read this and I fucking laugh at for calling yourself an Arthurian Mythology fan if you haven’t. Literally laugh.

The Once and Future King. 8/10. So I love this book. That being said, this was written in the 40s by a british white man. Like… it fails me. And that’s where those two points have gone. A fun fact is that this book wasn’t published during WW2 because the author really hated war.

Magic Tree House. 6/10. Good. Could be better. I deeply appreciate that the entire series is Morgana and Merlin fighting for a fucking tardis treehouse. That alone makes this worth reading.

Idylls of the King. 0/10. Literal colonial propaganda. Fuck you Tennyson.

The Fall of Arthur. Like a 5/10. Unfinished. Not Tolkien’s better work.

The Green Knight (Tolkien Translation). 5/10. LISTEN I LOVE TOLKIEN BUT THSI ISN’T A GOOD TRANSLATION. He uses such estoric language sometimes that it shouldn’t be counted! As a fucking! Translation!

Camelot Rising. 4/10. Idc what you say and if it’s feminist. It’s not good enough for a higher rating. It also should’ve been gay and thus has been docked points

Once and Future. 4/10. I really really really wanted to love this book. It’s a queer arthurian retelling where arthur is sapphic and arabic. But it so deeply reeks of white queer people who make being queer a central part of their identity to avoid talking about queerness. On top of which, for some odd reason, the like… five thousand year old sorcerer seems to struggle with the concept of genderfluid people to me. Which makes no sense. It’s not good. It’s really bad. I’m giving it 4 stars for at least being gay and not outright offensive. It’s also a decent adaptation

Sword Stone Table. 10/10. IT’S AN DIVERSE ARTHURIAN SHORT STORY ANTHOLOGY. IF YOU DON’T LIKE ONE YOU CAN READ THE NEXT ONE. EXCEPT THEY’RE ALL EXCELLENT.

Once and Future (2019 comic). 7/10. YEAHHHH FUCK BREXIT. It’s just a good comic by my favourite comic book writer. Mr kieron gillen (not to be mistaken with karen gillan).

Gails: Quests of the Dawn. 5/10. I love Neil Gaiman but this short story collection reads like a roster of the white men of SFF. Which makes it mediocre compared to Sword Stone Table. Also OSC.

Plays + Operas + Music

Spamalot. 7/10. Not as good as the movie. Two extra points were given for Tim Curry as King Arthur. Yes. Local queer icon Tim Curry gets two points by his lonesome.

Camelot (Philippa Soo Broadway). 5/10. I love Philippa Soo. She does a really good job in this role. But she looses all the camp of the original versions.

Tristain und Isolde (Wagner). 3/10. I’m not a fan of wagner.

High Noon Over Camelot. 1/10. This is a bad retelling and I dislike the Mechanisms music. It’s also obnoxiously white.

Movies + TV Shows

Camelot (the movie). 7/10. It’s camp as fuck and there’s a song called the lusty month of may. Which is just about fucking. And i think that’s actually perfect.

Avalon High (the movie). 7/10. When I tell you that this movie rewired my brain and truly ignited my passion for Arthurian mythology? I mean it. This set me down a hole for years. Sure, is it gay? No. Is Arthur a girl in this though? Yes. And that makes it better than the book

King Arthur: Legend of the Sword. 2/10. I fucking hate this movie so fucking much oh my god. I DON’T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY IT’S NOT GOOD. THIS IS A BAD ADAPTATION.

The Green Knight. 9/10. I loved this movie! Weird as shit. But I did really love this movie. And Dev Patel is hot.

The Last Legion. 3/10. It’s a fine movie. But it’s a 3/10 as an arthurian adaptation because while I appreciate the attempt at historicity. It’s actually just bad at that.

The Sword in the Stone. 8/10. It’s less racist than the book which gets it points. It’s also not as *good* as the book.

Shrek 3. Both a 9/10 and a 2/10. Terrible Arthurian adaptation. But Shrek movies are so fun anyways.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail. 9/10. Unironically one of the best Arthurian adaptations ever. It’s so funny and ads and discuss the canon in a fantastic way.

Knightriders. 8/10. It’s a Romero film, who lowkey *invented* the zombie film. But it’s also… anti-capitalist? And gay? Also trying to not be racist? (Trying. It’s the 80s. But p successful). They are also REN FAIRE ACTORS ON MOTORCYCLES.

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010). 4/10. I like this movie, but it’s, say it with me, a terrible Arthurian adaptation.

Transformers: the Last Knight. 2/10. I will not speak further on this.

The Kid Who Would Be King. 6/10. Bad movie. Decent adaptation with fun characters who understand their point in this story.

Merlin. 9/10. Honestly a really good Arthurian adaptation that understands it doesn’t need to be source accurate. Also while it doesn’t commit to the gay. It’s still gay-tinged.

Camelot. 3/10. I hate the lighting and everyone in this is weirdly angsty and incestual.

Cursed. 5/10. It’s not good enough to be more. It’s just not good enough. But I do appreciate the diversity and Nimue as the MC.

Stargate SG-1. 0/10. Racism. I hate stargate because it’s just so obnoxiously racist.

The Librarians. 3/10. It’s not a great arthurian adaptation and it drops all the arthurian bits after a while. But it is a 9/10 tv show.

Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia. 6/10. Solid Arthurian adaptation. I just think it was a bit weak and put them in there to give credence to it’s magic things and system without having to justify them further to the watchers. Which makes this not really arthurian.

Fate/stay night. 8/10. I haven’t watched any of this. But Arthur is a woman who was called a man in this version because of sexism. And she’s kinda fruity. So that gives this an 8/10 in my book.

Hellboy. 4/10. I like Hellboy a lot. It’s just their Arthurian deal is just a single lone sad merlin.

Quest for Camelot. 2/10. It’s really just not worth watching.

A Kid in King Arthur’s Court. 1/10. I don’t even hate this one. It’s just so painfully mediocre it’s amazing.

Legends of Tomorrow. 7/10. It’s a really really good show and I like that it’s implied that King Arthur is Sara Lance who is just here to fuck.

TTRPGs + Video Games

Pendragon. 3/10. I appreciate it’s structure having read this entire game. It’s just… not got a great structure.

Runescape. 5/10. It’s fine. It’s just fine. It’s iconic. And it’s fine.

Sonic and the Black Knight. 1/10. Because I do actually have something against this. I hate the fact that Sonic is King Arthur and thus will be cuckooed. It causes me physical pain to think of this.

And that is literally every Arthurian adaptation I have consumed to date. I plan on reading Spear after I read this indigenous anti-colonial dragon fantasy book. I’m wary of Spear because although it’s gay, the author set it in ireland. And arthurian mythology isn’t fucking irish. Have respect and do what the rest of us do and set your arthurian adaptation on a different fucking continent.

[crispy-chan]

carriwitchet ch.5

pairing | han jisung x reader, 3racha x reader genre/warnings | fluff, angst, high school au, slow burn, friends to lovers, love square word count | 3k  a/n | sorry for the long wait. I really have to be in the right headspace for thsi series but i'll try my best to update it more often from now on. also - this chapter is a lil bit sadder than usual. enjoy <3

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CHAPTER 5

“Hello there N/n,” Changbin beamed as he ran towards you. (I trolled you all kekeke)

“Oh hi Bin,” you waved at him, as he tackled you into a bear hug. This wasn't unusual in your relationship, the both of you being quite affectionate people. However, the hug was getting a little too long, even for a person like you.

“Ugh, let go. I can’t breathe,” you groaned, patting his back.

After he finally let go of you, you got to have a proper look at him. He definitely dressed up for the occasion. He sported a crisp white button-down (that outlined his toned biceps) tucked into black ripped jeans and topped off the look with his signature high-end cap. Overall, he looked pretty damn handsome. Suddenly, you felt a bit underdressed in your cardigan.

Changbin turned around to find you staring. “Whatcha looking at?” he smirked cheekily.

You immediately blushed and swatted him away, turning around to pretend you were looking at the movie options. It was a stupid move since you guys have already agreed on the movie, but Changbin was thoughtful enough not to call you out on your bullshit.  

He must have sensed your discomfort though, because he leaned in and whispered in your ear, “you look really pretty today.”

You felt shivers run down your spine as he said that and felt a soft blush stain your cheeks. You pushed that thought out of your mind, focusing on securing a spot in the line so you could purchase your tickets.

Changbin looked amused at your antics but gracefully decided to drop it. Both of you approached the counter and asked for the tickets. You agreed on two back-row middle seats but argued for a while on who should pay.

“Stop being ridiculous Y/n, I'm taking you to the movies for your birthday so you're not gonna pay.”

“Oh come on, I can just pay for my own ticket,” you tried to protest but Changbin was already swiping his card on the terminal. 

“No. I'm paying and that's final.”

You wanted to further object but decided to drop it at the unamused expression of the part-timer behind the counter. You didn't want to be kicked out after all and the annoyed whispers of the people behind you led you to simply drop it.

You reached the minibar and started to roam over the menu. 

“Do you want to buy popcorn?” Changbin inquired, smiling at your apparent excitement.

“Of course. What's going to the movies without having popcorn?” you laughed as you stuck your hand in your pocket, struggling to pull out your wallet.

Changbin frowned at that, not liking that you wouldn't just let him pay so he put his hand over yours, halting your movements.

“Come on,” he whined, “just let me pay, ok? I invited you as a birthday present so the least I can do is actually pay for it.”

You groaned at that but finally agreed, albeit begrudgingly. Whiny Changbin was actually pretty cute. 

Wait for what?

“Fine but I'm paying next time, ok?”

Changbin just shot you a wink and a sing-songy “maybe,” as he went up to the counter and ordered one extra-large popcorn and two medium sodas.

He pulled out his wallet and took out his credit card before swiping it over the terminal. Damn, why did guys always look ten times more attractive when paying by card? That must have been surely the mystery of the century. After grabbing the order, he pulled you in the direction of where your movie was being played.

“So, are you scared?” he teased.

“Oh shut up Bin! I'm sure it can't be that bad, right?”

“Well good thing you've got me to protect you,” he chortled.

“In your dreams.”

“Which seats do we have again?” you asked while climbing up the stairs.

“Twenty-seven and eight,” he read from the tickets.

You finally got to your seats, placing the popcorn on the floor for a moment before shuffling around to sit properly, lifting the popcorn from the floor, and placing the sodas in the cup holders on the armrests.

“Don't forget to turn off your phone,” you reminded Changbin while pulling out your own to not disturb anyone.

“Your right, thanks.”

The lights in the room slowly dimmed as all the ads started to run. After about ten minutes, you were feeling a little tired as you absentmindedly leaned your head on Changbin's shoulder. The boy was startled at first but cracked a smile at your zoned-out expression. When the movie started, he gave you a light nudge to get you to focus on the screen.

You whipped your head up in surprise, your cheeks heating up at you slip up as you quickly sat back, eyes directly on the movie. Changbin internally chuckled at your flustered state, redirecting his gaze at the screen too. 

The movie was actually quite interesting, save for the occasional jumpscares that scared the shorts out of you. During one of the scenes, you could tell that the main character was walking straight into a trap and you really didn't want to witness it.

“Oh god, why is he going there?” you whined, “isn't it obvious that she's there and that she'll kill him.”

You couldn't stand it anymore, almost launching yourself onto Changbin's lap (while doing some gymnastics to get around the armrest in between you) as you pressed your head into his chest to drown out the movie completely.

“Why did I even agree to this in the first place?” you moaned, “I should have said no.”

Changbin had a hard time suppressing his chuckles at your adorableness. He'd never tell you this but he was actually glad whenever you snuggled up to him. At this rate, he was afraid though that the movie might be too much for you so he slightly nudged your shoulder.

“What?” you whispered, looking up at him with those big eyes. “Just that, you know - if it's too much, we can leave and go get ice cream or something,” he muttered, his palm going to brush some stray locks of your hair behind your ear.

You felt your heart skip a few beats at the gesture, choosing to snuggle back into his arm to avoid his intense gaze.

“I'm fine Bin, sorry for… sorry for acting like this. I should be fine now,” you smiled, moving away from him and sitting back in your seat. Embarrassment started to creep on you with how you just behaved. You hoped that Changbin didn't think you were too weird after this.

The rest of the movie went rather smoothly, none of the jump scares being nearly as frightening as the previous one. Changbin still did reach out to hold your hand whenever he sensed something even mildly alarming.

When the final credits rolled, the both of you started to pick up your stuff, heading out of the dim room while chatting about the movie.

“Look, I'm sorry for all that,” you started nervously, “but please don't tell anyone. I'd never live it down if they catch wind of it.”

He smirked at the display of you begging him like that but after seeing how worried you were, he decided to drop it.

“Don't worry N/n, I won't tell anybody. Besides, why would I share something as cute with the rest? This is now a thing between you and me only,” he smirked.

“Okok, that's enough,” you said firmly, not wanting to talk about it anymore, “let's go get something to eat.”

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You entered the cozy cafe and took a seat near the window in a quiet corner. You scanned the menu, getting a little too immersed in choosing what you want as you completely zoned out when the waiter came to take your order.

“N/n,” Changbin flicked your forehead lightly to bring you back to earth. “What do you want to order?” he asked, pointing to the waiting part-timer who was slowly losing his patience.

“Oh. sorry, I'll have the latte and a matcha pudding, please,” you murmured, hoping the boy heard you. Luckily, he did as he scribbled down your order and briskly walked away.

You sighed, hating yourself for spacing out like that and making a fool of yourself. You were zoning out all day and you didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the movie - you were quite scared after all, no point denying that but you had this underlining feeling.

After finishing your drinks, Changbin walked you to the bus stop (insisting it was late already, and you shouldn't walk alone) and thanked you for coming with him.

“Seriously. Bin, stop,” you chuckled, “why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you. It was lovely, I didn't realize I needed this but I actually really did. I had lots of fun, and I hope you too.”

“Of course I had fun N/n. As long as I'm with you, I’ll always have fun,” he patted your head with a wink, shooting you the finger guns as he walked away.

You were still laughing about it as you got on the bus, his corniness proving to be really funny as always. You realized you actually missed some of his stupid jokes, the momentary separation between you two suddenly seeming way pettier.

You softly hummed the melody of For You. Again. But you just couldn't help it, the song had such a calming effect on you. It was your go-to song when you were stressed, anxious, or overwhelmed with school. And hey, who knows? Maybe there really are blessings waiting for you.

Getting off the bus, you walked the short walk home and rummaged for your keys. After stepping in, you made your way to the bathroom. You jumped in the shower, feeling ready to wash off all the sweat and lather yourself in that coconut body lotion.

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On Monday morning, you walked into the school building, exhausted from just going up the few steps. You didn't get much sleep last night, opting for preparing for that chemistry exam even though it was on Thursday.

You see, chemistry was never exactly your forte. That's why you had mad respect for everybody that understood it, which was unironically about half of your friend group. Felix and Jisung were absolute chem and bio whizzes, making you wonder if they ate workbooks for breakfast. On top of that, Iris was also quite good which left only you, Mei, and sometimes Changbin to stick together

It was quite painful watching everyone understand the lecture and later not study at all, only for them to get a better grade than you, who had studied for three hours every day a week before the exam. You learned to suppress those feelings, not wanting to come off as rude, it wasn't their fault after all that you just couldn't beat those damn formulas into your head.

Chemistry today was especially hard, the teacher dividing you into pairs and handing you worksheets to complete with your partner. 

You were paired up with Changbin, who usually fared better than you but today, he was none the wiser.

“God damn, I have no clue how to do this,” he cursed under his breath, scanning the handout with visible distaste.

You laughed at his antics, going through your backpack to find your notebook. “Neither do I but I think we should manage with the help of my notes.”

“Yeah, your notes are a literal lifesaver, thanks.”

You plopped the notebook on the desk, opening it and turning the pages to find the needed material. 

With the help of your trusty notes, the two of you managed to complete the paper, even finishing before the bell rung and giving you some time to chat.

You left the classroom with a smile, feeling like you probably won't fail the next exam.

If you just put enough time into preparation, you could maybe even scrape an A. Today was Monday - that meant that you still had three days left to prepare. You studied for three hours yesterday, familiarizing yourself with the theoretical part of the topic. Now all that was left was to not forget it and go through the formulas to make sure you could build the proper equations.

Let's say you could cram in about two and a half hours of studying every day until Thursday. With that much dedication, you could likely do pretty well. While you were counting in your head and mentally planning out study sessions, Jisung ran up to you from behind and scared the shorts out of you.

“Wassup, N/n. Wanna hang out?” he put his arm around your shoulder and playfully nudged your side.

“No Jisung,” you threw his arm off, speeding in the direction of your locker, “sorry but not this week.”

When you saw his pouty face, you patted his hair and added, “the chemistry exam. I need to study as much as I can.”

“How come you didn't ask for help? I can tutor you if you want, I know how you despise chemistry.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I'll have to decline, Sung. I want to manage on my own.”

“I see,” he murmured, “that sounds a lot like you, actually,” he crinkled his nose and laughed. “See you tomorrow then.”

“Bye,” you waved at his retreating figure. Maybe you should have taken up on his offer. He was really good at chemistry, after all. You blinked, thinking about what would happen if you agreed, wouldn't do you any good. Plus, Jisung was a busy guy, he had a lot of things on his mind and you didn't want to bother him so it was better you declined.

You trudged your way home, entering your room and slamming the door shut. It was going to be a long day. Opening your notebook with a sigh, you started to go over the stuff for the n-th time. Oh, how you wished you were good at science. The stuff just didn't come easily to you and you had no idea why. You tried everything! All the methods there were but you could just never figure it out until you studied for hours. Maybe that's what you needed to do?  Just suck it up and study some more.

You were about to just do that but the sudden clang made you put down your notes for a second. And then you heard it. The beginnings of a loud argument that brewed between your parents almost every day. They always fought over the pettiest things like who put the dishes in the wrong place in the dishwasher? Who left their cup on the table? Where was the remote?

Whenever you heard someone raise their voice, you could feel your thoughts spiral down the deep end. It was like this trigger that sent your thoughts to this dark place. Blocking out the noise, you picked up your notebook and tried to concentrate on studying as to distract yourself. That's something you really needed at the moment.

At ten pm, you decided you had enough. Standing up to stretch your sore limbs, you threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, not even bothering to brush your teeth as you made a dive for your bed.

It was a dreamless night.

------

The next morning, you practically moved on autopilot. Pulling on your clothes and shoving breakfast down your throat, you left the house without even bidding your parents goodbye. You ran to the bus stop and pulled out your headphones to listen to some music.

“Yeah I know, we know If it's you, you can do it, ayy Don't give up, oh no You persevered up until now What's the worry? Believe in yourself”

That helped a lot. It calmed your racing heart and gave you hope. You struggled with some pretty harsh thoughts and just bottled it up because you didn't feel like you had anyone to talk to. Listening to their songs provided at least a little comfort and let you somehow channel this stuff out of your system.

------

The day at school was pretty uneventful, you were only assigned an English essay and a few math equations. Nothing you couldn't handle.

It must have shown that you didn't sleep too well, many of your friends asking if you were okay at the sight of the black circles under your eyes. You bit back a sob and tried to patiently assure them with a fake smile that everything was indeed okay. That you just binged a Netflix show till four am and were tired.

They all bought it.

Except for Jisung. 

He watched you like a hawk for the entire day, being extra kind and doing little things for you here and there to better your mood. You appreciated his efforts, you really did but no amount of candies and encouraging little notes would make you forget the upcoming exam as well as the stress piling up on your shoulders.

After class, you skipped lunch and went straight to your locker so you could leave as soon as possible without anyone noticing you.

“Oh hey, Y/n. Wanna grab lunch together?” Changbin smiled at you before bending down to tie his shoelaces.

Shoot. You completely forgot that Changbin didn't have lunch in the canteen on Tuesdays. You racked your brain for possible excuses, before eventually settling on the lamest one. 

“Sorry, I have to study for chem. I'll probably just get something to go near my place.”

With an apologetic expression, you backed out of the hall, and almost ran to the exit with a quiet “bye” thrown in the confused boy's direction.

You ran down the cobblestone path, ignoring the grumbling of your stomach. When you told Changbin you'd get something near your place, you were lying. You figured there wasn't time to spare and you planned to invest every second possible into preparing for the exam. You knew it was wrong, to skip meals and lock yourself in your room for hours but you didn't know any better. Every time, you told yourself it was the last time you'd pull a stunt like that but as they say...old habits die hard.

[silvercrystalwhump]

In a Ghost's Grip - W.I.J Day 3

Day 3 for @whumpmasinjuly and the prompt was Sleep. Vincent belongs to @ashintheairlikesnow (Sorry for the short length, I am working on a much longer drabble with these two love birds involving an encounter with Owen)

TW: stabbing, past implied noncon, Owen Grant, past injuries from horse incident

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Everything is fuzzy, the lines around the ceiling framing bend and bow with the slightest movement. Bile bubbles under his lips. A weight, to string to be blankets, suffocates him. A part of ghostly fingers wraps around his head and tilts it upward.

Owen lays on Vincent’s chest A smile, both doll-like and vivid, looms at Vincent. His hands are not tied down but they do not move no matter how hard he tries to budge.

“Vince,” Owen finally says, leaning up and resting his chin on Vincent’s sternum, “Did you really think you could get away.”

No, no wait. I was out, it’s been years... how!

As if reading his thoughts like a script Owen draws his face into a blood-chilling smile, “Oh Vince, you’ll leave me. You and I are meant to be glued at each other's sides.”

No- I was getting better. I have Dmitri-

Owen laughs and draws a finger under Vincent’s chin, “You only have me. I’m the only one you need.”

Silent tears burn down the sides of his face as Owen holds up a piece of paper. The words do not stay still long enough for him to make out the words. Yet, he knows all too well what it is.

“See this, it means you’ll never be able to truly get rid of me. I will always be here, with you.”

The words spill from his lips like cold maple syrup. Some do not sound like words but despite the slurring and breaks, Vincent understands the meaning.

“Just because you're faking thsi little relationship with that dirty mountain doesn’t mean that we truly belong together,” Owen chuckles as he tosses the NDA aside. He heaves himself forward and forces his lips onto Vincent’s. Even if he tries, he can't kiss back.

He does not want to.

I just wanna go home.

Owen smiles gleefully down at Vincent, “We love each other, what you're doing now is just a role you haven't realized you've taken.”

“N-no.”

Owen’s demeanor flips. The doe-eyes hardened into sharpened fury, “What did you say!?”

“I. fucking. hate. You.”

Owen sits up, reaches behind him, and pulls out a box cutter. Resting it on his ribs, Owen growls, “Take it back.”

Vincent blinks and the world clears for a second, “No.”

“Wrong answer,” Owen plunges the box cutter into his chest.

Vincent’s sight goes black and slowly uncurls in a dark room and an unlit drop ceiling. It is silent minus the desperate panting from Vincent’s nose. He can feel his pulse under the bandages wrapped around his waist.

Looking to his left, Dmitri sleeps curled under his gray comforter. His quilt is bundled around Vincent, snuggly warming him.

I’m here with Dmitri. I’m at his apartment because it’s much closer to the hospital if I need it.

The apartment feels nothing like the condo. The air conditioner feels like how McDonald’s sprite tastes. The ceilings are drop ceilings and have a bit of brown around the edges. The room is covered in paintings gifted to Dmitri by his cousins. Finally, the faintest smell of a car shop drifts into his nose.

Vincent inhales and scoots closer to Dmitri. The darker man’s chest rose and fell gently. His box braids splayed across the pillow behind him. One had a handful of beads in a rainbow pattern trailing up it, probably the work of one of his cousin’s daughters.

He sticks his head into the crook of Dmitri’s neck and just sobs.

Sleep, when it finally returned, had a bitter aftertaste.

[rq-s]

WATCH ME CRY HERE WE GO T~T thank you so much luna im glad i come off like that!! it’d be a total dream to be that cringy funloving cheery couple of the friend group aiowef i love this thank you ♡ 

Luna!! Congratulations on 1k♡I hope I'm not late to the party.. but could you spare me a match? My sun sign says I'm earth, my chart says air, but if we're talking avatar I identified with water the most! My aesthetic changes but its often light academia, when the warm sun comes out after a thunderstorm, and rooftop lounges in bustling cities. My ideal date would be going to an art, history, or science museum, and a cafe or diner afterwards! I can't decide which groups so let's just go with svt♡

aaaah hi katrina!!! 💕💕💕 thank you so much you’re so sweet 🥺 don’t worry you aren’t late to the party hehe!!

seventeen - lee seokmin

you give me such sunshiney soft happy vibes and so for that i gotta go with svt’s resident ray of sunshine seokmin!! i feel like that light academia sort of aesthetic really goes well with him, and i can totally see a museum + café type date with him 🥺 yall would have the most lighthearted and cute and fun relationship it’s so perfect 💗🥰 and i mean he is the definiTION of the warm sun coming out after a thunderstorm 😌

[thebossveigar]

30 minute VeiTris fic

Little note: I didn’t really proof read this and just wrote thsi for the sake of having a VeiTris story since I can’t find... any.  So yeah, judge me.

The night air was quiet and peaceful, the silence was only broken by Veigar mumbling to himself and the songs of sapphire crickets in the distance.

He didn’t know how to go about this. He was standing outside of a cozy cottage that belonged to Tristana - desiring to ask her to attend the upcoming summer festival with him. Ever since he met her, all his interactions with her were pleasant.

She was so nice to him, patient with him and dealt with all his outbursts as he adjusted back to life inside of Bandle City. The yordle had never felt like this in his life - that he could remember, that is.

‘Just do it.’ he argued with himself. ‘The festival is tomorrow night. You don’t have time to mess around.’

Swallowing his pride - he reached for the doorbell… and stopped. He felt shaky, anxious. What if she said no? She probably would say no. He was quite rude to her when they first met, and since her breakup with Rumble she likely didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with him.

He was too afraid to ask her to attend the festival with him. He sighed, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a note he had written for her - not with his name on it, of course! - and slid it under her doorstep. Maybe he’d feel more comfort just by getting it off his mind. He sighed, and turned around back to his home.

The next day was blistering hot. The croaks of forest frogs and buzzing of glade cicadas echoed throughout Bandle City, creating almost a song of sorts.

Tristana felt groggy. She didn’t sleep much the previous night. Her mind had been stuck thinking about Rumble, all the awful things he did to her, and what she would do if he dared to show up to the summer festival.

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard her doorbell ring.

“Trist! You coming? We have to set up the festival today.” the voice said. She knew that voice - it was Lulu. This was her first festival in a long time since relearning to live among yordles.

Tristana got out of bed. “I’ll be out in a minute, Lulu.”

She looked around her room. It was a complete mess. Blankets everywhere, cartons of ice cream from stress eating scattered about. It wasn’t something that could be helped right now. She had a festival to worry about, her house would have to wait. She put on a tank top and some shorts - her usual soldier attire wouldn’t be needed for such a relaxing festival.

She glanced over towards her front door, and saw the note on the floor. Tristana never got notes from anyone, really. Was it Rumble pleading for forgiveness?

Hesitantly, she opened the note. The writing… was hard to make out. It looked a bit scrappily put together, and no name was on it. Most of it she couldn’t make out, but she did make out the ending: “Will you go to the summer festival with me?”

‘Whoever wrote this must be nervous.’ she giggled to herself. ‘It’s kind of cute, really.’

She slipped the note into her pocket while she tried to find out who wrote it, and stepped outside.

“Hey Lulu.” she waved.

Lulu grabbed her hand. Lulu wasn’t very talkative, she liked to listen to nature and the voices of plants.

Lulu had taken Tristana over to her house. She looked up at Tristana. “I’m gonna go work on making food.” she whispered. “Help Veigar out with setting up the tables and chairs.”

Veigar felt a shudder go down his spine. She brought Tristana here? Now he knew this was his last chance.

“Hey Veigar.” Tristana waved. “I’m surprised to see you helping out with this since you usually just stay cooped up in your tower.” she was giggling at him.

He felt his face turning red and turned away. “Yeah… Lulu asked me to help and I accepted. That’s what friends do, or so I’ve been told.”

The two yordles started moving tables over to the main plaza of Bandle City. It was a bit of a lengthy walk, but it gave them plenty of time to converse.

“You know, I thought you hated me.” Tristana panted from carrying tables in the intense summer heat.

“You’re too nice for that…” he whispered under his breath.

“What?” Tristana looked back at him.

“Nothing!” Veigar scowled. “I never hated you, I just don’t like socializing.”

Tristana raised a brow. “Don’t pretend I didn’t hear that.” she giggled, reaching into her pocket.

“You wrote this, didn’t you?”

Veigar’s entire face at this point turned red, his ears sticking straight up. “Uh” he stuttered. “What makes you think I did?”

At this point, Tristana was just laughing. “You’re so awkward with your emotions, and your writing is scrappy. You can be honest with me, you know.”

Veigar felt so embarrassed, and was at a loss for words. It was that easy for her to figure it out.

“Look, Veigar.”  she grabbed his hand. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve had feelings for you too.”

He couldn’t tell if this was a joke, or what. His heart was racing, skipping several beats. “You mean it?” he asked.

Tristana giggled. “Yeah. You’re so awkward and funny, but really strong and can be so kind when you open up.”

He pulled at the collar of his shirt nervously. “So… will you go to the festival with me?”

“Of course, ya big dummy.” She rustled his head.

Veigar leaned in and kissed her cheek, much to Tristana’s surprise. Her face turned red like a tomato.

“Let’s finish setting up. This festival will be a good time with you by my side.” Veigar cheered, in perhaps the happiest tone he’s ever used.

Several hours passed, and the festival was soon to begin. Lulu came over with tons of meals and desserts.

“Is everything ready?” she asked.

“Sure is.” Veigar replied, holding Tristana’s hand.

Lulu was rather confused. “What’s going on here?”

Tristana smiled. “Veigar and I are dating now, Lu.”

“I’ve liked her for awhile now.” Veigar admitted. “I slipped a note under her door asking her to come with me here and bolted because I was nervous. Turns out, she felt similarly.” he giggled.

That night was one of the most memorable nights of Veigar’s long life. He was so happy he had her, after crushing on her for so long. Her laugh made him smile, and she much enjoyed his talks of “diabolical” plans. This was the beginning of a new era for Veigar and Tristana.

[memoriashell]

to you, who i write for

Characters / Pairing: Soriku; though it really just reads as Riku angst / pining. 

crossposted on ao3

Notes: This was the first thing I wrote post KH3 and I think I’m okay with putting it out at this point. So yes, warning for KH3 spoilers.

The formatting of this fic is a little weird quite frankly, because it’s a ( mostly ) texting based fic. I used strikethrough at points to indicate messages that were deleted / unsent, but since I know strikethrough can be finicky on some devices ( tumblr mobile ), so I’ve gone ahead and also italicized those parts as well.

There are also some obvious typos! Mostly for a touch of realism because Riku absolutely accidentally typos shit. There are other reasons that I hope are obvious when reading it!

Summary: Riku keeps sending messages because he doesn’t know how else to cope.

( somehow, i hope these words reach you )

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sorry I haven’t texted back in a while.

[ Text : Sora ] We’ve been busy. Not that that’s any excuse.

I’m sure you’ve been too busy to notice.

[ Text : Sora ] Mickey said to tell you he sends his best wishes.

Let me knwo if you need anything.

It’s an admittedly bad habit he’s gotten into, writing up messages that he won’t send. Riku means to cut off the urge before it become a habit, but here he is, still typing up messages for him and him alone.

It’s kind of therapeutic, to write up the things that he can’t really find the words to say aloud— and one would say he should invest in a journal before he accidentally sends a text he does not mean to, but he doesn’t think it’d be quite the same. Doesn’t simulate the same kind of conversation, even if that means a few things that he doesn’t mean to say slip through.

( If it were just anyone he was sending these messages to, Riku knows he might have more than a few reservations— but it’s Sora, who never judges him, even if there are more than a few things he would like to keep secret for him ).

So he continues typing up messages to get things off his chest, and if Sora finds it annoying that he spends more time typing up theoretical conversations than actually having them, he never says anything about it. Probably because Sora only understands how to use their gummiphones half the time to begin with.

Of course, he does send actual messages too, even if perhaps less frequently. Short little blurbs when he can tell that by the increasing frequency in his messages that Sora is worried ( and as bad as Riku is at saying what he wants, he can at least make sure he isn’t worrying for no good reason ).

Notifications of social media updates, text messages that were a litany of errors between them; the buildup of numbers bring some form of comfort.

Until they don’t.

[ Text : Sora ] It’s not like it’s nothing new. Being separated from you two.

We’ve done it before in worse circumstances.

[ Text : Sora ] It hurts?

Is this what it was like for you?

I think I understand your pain now. Srry.

[ Text : Sora ] Are you coming home soon?

[ Text : Sora ] It’s still weird to not wake up to you clogging up my notifications.

[ Text : Sora ] I guess I can return that favor for once.

I’ll try to keep you updated on hwo everyone’s doing.

[ MESSAGE UNREAD ]

If he had been dependent on his phone before, then it was most certainly his lifeline afterwards.

Old notifications are left alone, a flashing number remains constant—as if the moment Riku checks it, it will disappear ( and some of the hope that he clings onto will go with it ).

He sends messages when he needs someone to talk to, so, nothing has really changed in that regard. He thinks about it a little more like writing letters than a journal. Sora will see them eventually, he hopes—thinks he would laugh at how many messages he sends and what kind of things Riku chooses to talk about.

It’s better than thinking of the alternative—

( The illusion is jarring and broken more quickly than he would like to admit because Sora has almost always been quick to check his messages, regardless of situation, the fact that the device will remind him of the fact that his messages continue to go unread is jarring and hard to get used to.

He willingly clings to the hope that something might change )

[ Text : Kairi ] Why.

[ Text : Kairi ] Why was it you?

Why was it him?

[ Text : Kairi ] Was it all pointless?

I think it’s my fault.

[ Text : Kairi ] For not doing something.

Sooner.

Better.

Whatevr.

[ Text : Kairi ] It should have been me, not you.

[ Text : Kairi ] I want to see you two come back.

[ Text : Kairi ] We should talk when you both are safe again.

[ Text : Sora ] It’s weird.

[ Text : Sora ] Sometimes it feels like you two are dead or something.

I mean.

You kind of are?

[ Text : Sora ] But you promised. You’d come bcak.

I’m holding you to that.

[ Text : Sora ] Sometimes it just.

Feels like we can’t talk about you for some reason.

Guess everyone’s still hurting.

[ Text : Sora ] They miss you, though. I can tell.

They miss both of you.

[ Text : Sora ] I miss you both.

[ Text : Sora ] Come home soon.

[ Text : Sora ] You promised.

[ Text : Sora ] If I called, would you answer?

[ Text : Sora ] I guess not.

There are some miracles evn you can’t pull off.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m trying to act like it’s okay.

[ Text : Sora ] You can probably tell otherwise though. You’ve always been good at that.

Even if you can’t pick up on other things.

[ Text : Sora ] Srory.

About everything.

I’ll try harder.

[ Text : Sora ] I know you’d want me to.

[ Text : Sora ] I can’t

I haven’t been seleep?

Sleeping.

[ Text : Sora ] I keep.

[ Text : Sora ] Dreaming.

[ Text : Sora ] About yyou? I think?

Thats not really somehting new, though.

[ Text : Sora ] But it’s dffrnet this time?

I think

I know?

I’m seeing hwat you’re doing?

[ Text : Sora ] Im.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m nnot sure?

[ Text : Sora ] I’m worr

[ Text : Sora ] Im scared.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m scared for yuou.

[ Text : Sora ] I haven’t mentioned it too anyone.

I’ll have to eventually because I’m not sleeping enough

Can barely make sense of what I’m writing.

Pretty sure Aqua’s going to start casting sheep spells on me soon.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sure you would agree with her.

Probably would have beeen the one to fall asleep instead.

[ Text : Sora ] But.

I can’t tell them?

Not yet,

[ Text : Sora ] I don’t wwant them to have to hurt more.

[ Text : Sora ] I know you’d want me to rely on them but.

Trust me on htis one?

[ Text : Sora ] I 

I think

I know Im asking too much

[ Text : Sora ] I’m being selfish agian?

Sorry.  

[ Text : Sora ] Pleaes come back soon.

[ Text : Kairi ] I hate you.

[ Text : Kairi ] No.

I don’t.

I 

[ Text : Kairi ] I hate me.

I think you knew that already, though.

I’m sorry.

[ Text : Kairi ] I wish you were here.

I think you’d know how to handle thsi better than I do.

I miss being able to talk to you.

Both of you.

[ Text : Kairi ] I’ll make it up to you both.

Soon.

[ Text : Kairi ] I promise.

[ Text : Sora ] I miss you.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] You two have been gone for a year now.

It’s weird.

I guess we can officially hold a funeral?

[ Text : Sora ] I’m joking. Kind of.

It was a serious consideration, I think. By someone.

[ Text : Sora ] Probably Lea.

[ Text : Sora ] Still having dreams but.

Less frequently lately.

I’m worried. Is everything okay?

[ Text : Sora ] Before, I could always tell you were alright.

Just a feeling in my heart that told me so.

I’m starting to wonder if I can actually tell that you’re alive still

Or if I’m just being hopefull.

[ Text : Sora ] We miss you.

[ Text : Sora ] We haven’t given up on you two.

[ Text : Sora ] So you better come back.

I think they’ll cry if you don’t.

[ Text : Sora ] Because you.

[ Text : Sora ] For them.

[ Text : Sora ] We just.

[ Text : Sora ] Aynways.

[ Text : Sora ] Just hang on a little longer. Please.

[ Text : Sora ] I sthis my fault for not doing anything.

[ Text : Sora ] For not saying anything?

[ Text : Sora ] Im

I 

It’s too late now, I guess.

[ Text : Sora ] I wish I could hcange things.

[ Text : Sora ] It wasn’t supposed to be you.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] I miss you.

I wish I didnt.

I know it’s not weak to feel like this but.

[ Text : Sora ] I wish I ccould be stronger. For both of you.

[ Text : Sora ] Srory

[ Text : Sora ] Sorry

[ Text : Sora ] I love you.

[ Text : Sora ] It’s kind of weird.

Scary weird.

[ Text : Sora ] Sometimes it feels like everyone else has forgotten about you two.

[ Text : Sora ] I guess they’ve started moving on and I haven’t.

I always hold onto things too long.

[ Text : Sora ] Somehow it doesn’t feel that simple.

[ Text : Sora ] Don’t tell them, but

I’m scared they’re forgetting?

[ Text : Sora ] It’s happened before. Not tht you remember.

[ Text : Sora ] That’s why I have to keep sending you messages.

Even on the bad days. When I can’t

Dont know what to say.

[ Text : Sora ] So I won’t forget.

[ Text : Sora ] Sometimes I think I’m being irrational, though.

[ Text : Sora ] I know they still remember you.

[ Text : Sora ] They have to.

[ Text : Sora ] You haven’t forgotten about us either, right?

[ Text : Sora ] I can’t

[ Text : Sora ] Im trying

[ Text : Sora ] It’s.

[ Text : Sora ] Bad.

Feels bbad. Brken.

[ Text : Sora ] Haven’t written in a hwile.

While.

Sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] Cant figure out what I want to say.

[ Text : Sora ] Trying to be better.

[ Text : Sora ] Cloud be worse?

[ Text : Sora ] That’s not. Saying mcuh.

[ Text : Sora ] Sorry.

[ Text : Sora ] I’ll try to ttalk to you again soon.

[ Text : Sora ] Kairi came home today.

[ Text : Sora ] I’m sure you knew that.

[ Text : Sora ] We talked for a bit.

She couldn’t talk about you.

Can’t blame her.

[ Text : Sora ] You’re worrying me again.

What happened?

[ Text : Sora ] I think it’s been almost two years now?

Not srue.

Stopped keeping track.

Days keep blurring together.

[ Text : Sora ] I did a year before

So this shouldn’t be that much worse.

But it’s so much harder ths time?

[ Text : Sora ] Probably because I at least knew you were safe last time.

[ Text : Sora ] We’re trying.

[ Text : Sora ] Im try

We want you back home. Safe.

[ Text : Sora ] I’ll try harder.

[ Text : Sora ] Are you waiting for me?

[ Text : Sora ] I hpoe you’re just slaking off again.

[ Text : Sora ] Sora, I 

We

It’s so bad without uyou.

[ Text : Sora ] Please.

[ Text : Sora ] Come home.

[ Text : Sora ] We ccan’t.

[ Text : Sora ] I cant

Do this? Without you

I

[ Text : Sora ] We’re all still waiting on you.

His phone has become a definitive lifeline to keeping himself sane. Which isn’t saying much when he is haunted by another lifetime in his dreams, but—

He’s never cared for conventional, healthy methods, anyways. He takes too much care into making sure nothing happens to his phone because, well ( he doesn’t want to imagine what would happened if something happened— but he clings to the hope of a sign, anyways ).

The feeling of something distant in his soul, something missing— something rips at his soul and in the same moment something comes up on his phone—

He must have voiced some sort of anguish because he’s distantly aware of someone asking if he’s okay, but—

He can’t respond, eyes focused on the pop-up on his phone

[ ERROR: MESSAGE COULD NOT BE SENT TO RECIPIENT ]

[ Text : Sora ] I guess these aren’t getting to you?

[ Text : Sora ] That’s fine.

It was foolish for me to hope any of these messages could reach you.

[ Text : Sora ] I still haven’t looked at any of your old messages.

[ Text : Sora ] I like to think you were answering my messages.

Silly, but it helped sometimes.

[ Text : Sora ] Bfeore I could feel you. Knew you were okay.

But not today. What happened?

I know you can’t tell me but.

Wish you could.

[ Text : Sora ] Is this why Kairi couldn’t tell us?

[ Text : Sora ] I think the others can tell too.

That something is different.

[ Text : Sora ] I know I can’t call you, but can you call me?

[ Text : Sora ] It’s important.

[ Text : Sora ] Because I know

If you call, I’ll be able to find you.

[ Text : Sora ] Nothing could stop me from finding you.

Nothing.

[ Text : Sora ] So call for me?

[ Text : Sora ] I’ll see you soon, Sora

Promise.

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[clownsuu]

After that night Janitor and Principal talked even more than usual. They talked during school days and when they left the school. Whenever they saw eachother.

They were walking down the street. Just two if them cause sock was at the orpahange again. They were talking and principal just felt like he should tell him why does he like him. “No not yet… we get back at home.” Principal mumbled. “Did you say something?” Janitor looked at principal whos face was red again. “N-no..” He said and faced the ground.

They arrived at the house in silence. They didnt speak a word. “I have to do some paperworks now. Theres some food in the fridge take that.” Principal broke the silence and went to his room. He sat down and started to look trough his papers. He saw something more colourfull than his papers. He took the paper and looked at it. It was a drawing from sock. It had a picture of him and a heart on it. He placed the picture on the table and laid his head on the table hands as his pillow.

He stared at the drawing smiling. The paper fell of the desk when principal sighed. The paper was upside down on the floor and it had sole text on its back. Principal picked it up and read the text. “Ilysm dont work too hard.” He readed it quietly. This was janitors hand writing. He walked out of the room whit the drawing in his hand. He walked over janitor and hugged him. “I love you too.”

This was followed by an awkward silence. Then principal turned aJnitor around and spoke again. “When i first saw you i thought you are cute and wanted to know you bettet.” He looked janitor in eyes and continued. “When you came here i had a chance to know you better and i did it. Then i got real feelings towards you.” He said and his face wasnt so red like usually when he talks whit janitor. “I just felt so weird everytime we talked. It was like i had butterflies in my stomach.” “When we were close in the closet, i felt warm and wanted to be like that with you forever. When you kissed me i felt like i finally have a place in thsi world. Like i was a real person not just a shadow on the wall.”

His face was still red and warm. Janitor looked at him whit a little smile on his face. Janitor put his hand on his cheek and kissed him. They stand there for like 10 minutes or something.

“Okayokayokayokay.. say it one more time” Baldi said and looked confused. “Me and jani are dating and live together cause he doesnt have a home..” principal said slowly and carefully. “Do you have a problem whit it?” he continued and lookee at baldi. “No of course not it just.. was a big suprise..” Baldi said whit a little laughter. “Well congrats!” he continued smiling and gave princi a pat on his back. “Also if i see you two kissing in the middle of the schoolday.. you will regret it..” he said still smiling and looking at principal. “O-okay got it..” princi said bit nervous and left Baldis office.

“So where we going after the day..” Princi said lenaing against wall. “You’ll see then..” Janitor said smirking. “A restaurant?” Princi said curious and got closer to Janitor. “I told you, you’ll see..” he said and they were about to kiss when Baldi just appeared next to them whit his ruler. “What did i say about kissing princi..” he said smiling and stared princi creepily. Jani and princi let go of eachother and princi was red again like always. “Thats what i thought of” Baldi said and walked away. After baldi left jani gave princi a quick smooch on his forehead. “It will be fun i promise..” Jani said softly and left the hallway heading to his closet.

Princi was walking alone towards his home. He was walking alone cause jani had to stay at the school for a cleaning some stuff. As princi arrived at his house he felt weird. “This fucking thing again..” he mumbled and opened the door. Princi took off his coat and sat on the couch. He was really tired and just in a minute he was laying on the couch and sleeping. He was seeing a nightmare. “No i dont wanna lose you.. please sont die..” he mumbled in his sleeo and some tears were rolling down on his cheek. He was shivering and suddenly fell off the couch waking up to that. “Pl- OH FUCK!” He sweared and was laying on the floor holding his head. He hitted his head ln the coffee table. “Fucking fuck fuck..” he mumbled and stood up. Princis forehead had a little bleeding scratch that wasnt big so he just left it to be there.

Jani opened the door quickly and made princi drop his coffee. “Oh- FUCK” Princi shouted as he dropped his coffee on ground. “Oh its only you..” he sighed and kneeled down on the floor to pick up the pieces of his mug. “Whoops did i scare you..” Jani laughed and took his coat off. “Yes..” Princi said and carried the mug pieces in the trash. “So where we going..” Princi said and walked over to Jani. “To get somr chinese and then comeback to netflix and chill..” Jani smirked. Princi took the closest pillow and smacked it on Janis head. “You idiot..” he snickered and kissed Jani.

Janitor noticed the little scratch on Princis fore head and holded his face. “What did you do or who hurted you?” he said quickly and stared at the small scratch. “I fell off the couch and hitted my head on the tabel..” he said slowly and grabbed on Janitors hands taking them off of his face. “Dont worry im fine..” he said smiling and kissed Janitor again. Janitor anserwed the kiss and again they stood for a while there kissing eachother.

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After they stopped they decided not to go to the fucking date and just stay home and have some fun :))

fucking shoot my legs already the next chapter gonna be fucking lit

its bad i know hnn

[queenofgraveyards]

okay now ch 19!!!!!!!!!!

his pov 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 “this is still my company” YOU TELL EM BIG DADDY

i love reading his thoughts he’s so $2&:$/&/&/ and still holds himself as a composed person honestly goals i love that.

HE ASKED NIALL TO ASK IVY IF SHES SINGKE LMAOOOO this is so funny i hope niall fucks with him and tell him that he asked her or she’s lesbian! another win for the gayssss THE ARTICLES WERE ABOUT EMPLOYER-EMPLOYEES RELATIONSHIPS WOOOOOOOO omg grace he’s in love he is a man in love it’s not a crush anymore that guy is ready to announce to the world he likes her and that’s a bold move he wants to get his own company’s hr involved

“i want you to fucking admit that youre into our receptionist because youre acting like a teenager” truer words were never spoken!!!!!!! “i feel like the fact you said that means you already know and i dont need to say it out loud” AWWWWWW HARRY 🥺 he’s a softie indeed

NIALL ASKED HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM LMAOOOOO THSI IS EVEN BETTER

“i was pretty sure id spend the rest of my life trying to make her laugh as much as possible” i dont even have words for this. i cant add any comments because my heart stopped. this is sosososo cute

he’s jealous of niall calling her ives 🥺🥺🥺 please ivy put him out of his misery and fuck this man hard on his office table tell him you love him and that you want to marry him and have his babies plssss he’s desperate

and he caught tyler checking her out 😳 well it wasn’t nice meeting you tyler rip tho!

“let me know when youre going to fire him i wanna watch” chelsea is sooooo funny she also knows harry hates his guts lolololol +

LOVE the way u skipped over 18 bestie, fuck that lift scene

it is His company it’s his name on the paperwork and they need to remember it 😌 also yeah he’s like an adult so he has insane thoughts and manages to keep them to himself??? It’s wild

my dude is in Love and he’s just ready to ask for her hand in marriage but yeah he’s a big softie and he loves her and wants to make her happy bc she’s really pretty when she’s happy 🥺

oh don’t u worry….he has an office and ivy is a Hole

Tyler get fucked

[kaywritesthings]

Bruce: Bruce was, more or less, glad to be back on Earth.  It wasn't something he anticipated every happening- in fact after becoming the Hulk on Asgard, he thought that was it for him, and he's just be this monster forever.  Being back, and being himself- almost exclusively it seemed, for all that the Hulk had disappeared.  He busied himself in some of Tony's old labs, trying to figure out something, or anything to help.   He didn't know how to exist in this world anymore, and found himself in some ways, longing for the ease of life back on Sakkar, where he was trapped but knew how to live in a way he didn't here.  Bruce found he missed her too, though he didn't really know her in the way the Hulk had.  He had no idea what had happened to the Valkyrie after he'd been sent to earth, or if she was among the deaths or disappeared.  There was no way to know either, so he bent himself to his work and tried not to think about it.

Valkyrie joined the chat

Valkyrie: She didnt understand Earth, no not really. No one had real order in this city of New York. Not that Sakkar had much law, but it had fear. People here mocked their leadership. Which to her looked weak. People were not allowed to scream at other people, for it was rude.. There was no killing either. She longed for some comfort of sorts, and found herself where that Thor god was. She still was a bit bitter towards him for her people, but she was warming up. He was not like his sister. She went into the facility, she didnt know anyone and found herself in a lab. She picked up bottles and for fun tossed them against the wall. She had rage in her, that was not welcome here on Earth. She saw someone sitting at a table. "You there." She said. "bruce is it?" She said. "Remember me? From Sakkar.. They put me in fleece fabric so you might not remember."

Bruce: Bruce had been bent over one of Tony's more intuitive flat paneled screens, flipping through diagrams and trying to deconstrcut what he knew about infinty stones as if that would be of any help without any actual stones to study.  But he felt like he had to do something.  He was startled when he heard another voice and his eyes wided when he saw who it belonged to.  "Wow.  It's you," he said and had to work hard not to try and stumble over his words.  Valkyrie was like the kind of warrior woman you read about in comic books- beautiful, strong, could kill you with a look if she wanted- and he still had a hard time believing that they existed.  "Of course I remember you," Bruce said, anxiously adjusting his glasses.  "I thought we'd lost you back on the ship.  When Thanos and his men attacked."

Valkyrie: "You did for a bit" She said and jumped on the counter. She sat there looking over his work. Those eyes were so familiar. "But I am not that easy to kill." She chuckled picking up his reasearch paper and looking it over. "What are you doing?" She asked. She set the book down, feeling sad for all she had to leave behind. "This is where you and hulk are from ?Newest York?" She said, looking at him. She had heard the hulk was afraid. She had alwasy been there to comfort him in time of uncertainty.

Bruce: Bruce did love the easy way that Valkyrie moved, taking ownership over every space she was in.  Evenif a small part of him wanted to reach out and make sure she didn't knock sensitive equipment off of the table.  He leaned around her and straightened a beaker that was in danger of falling.  "No, no, you wouldn't be," he said and choked a little, looking up into Val's eyes for a moment before looking away.  "But yes, this is where we're from.  Me, now mostly.  The Hulk won't come.  I think he's happy you're here though," Bruce said.  "From waht I can tell."

Valkyrie: She smiled and looked into bruces eyes. "Hey Hulk!" She said and waved. She put her hand on Bruce's arm. "I miss you big boy!" She said. She had taught hulk how to speak better and to read.. She had been his care taker and loved every moment with him. When he wasnt made to kill, he was playful and fun. "Give him time, he'll come around. I believe in you" she said into Bruces eyes. "Can he hear me?"

Bruce: Bruce let out a surprised laugh when Valkrie waved at him like that and ducked his head.  "I know it's weird to say, but I miss him too.  I could have used his help." He looked Valkyrie over and sighed, just a little.  "I know I don't really know you, but he does.  So well.  It feels like I know you."  He pursed his lips.  "He's not talking much, he's still...scared I think.  But I feel warmth from him.  His own kind of happiness."

Valkyrie: She smiled an lean over to kiss his cheek. Giving it to the hulk. She touched his cheek. He still felt like the hulk was here with him seeing bruce. "I'm starving." She said and jumped off the counter. "What does bruce eat?" She asked.

Bruce: Bruce flsuhed when Val kissed his cheek and felt himself stuttering over his next few words.  "I...uh...is that how it was with you two?" he asked, still trying to peice some things together.  He pushed back from the lab table.  "I can show you the kitchen, Bruce eats what most humans do.  How does pizza sound? I have some leftover."

Valkyrie: "We were close, not like that." She teased. "He isn't sexual if that's what you wonder. At least not with me. He loved me like a mother i think." She said. "But maybe... you dont see me as one?" She laughed. "Pee sha? That is food? I want to try it, it cant be that bad if you like it, right?"

Bruce: Bruce flushed brightly and laughed, then shook his head.  "No, no, I didn't mean like that," he said.  "I meant more like...romantic.  Not sexual," he said and then flushed even considering it.  "A mother?  No," Bruce said and laughed, leading the way to the kitchen. "No, deifnitely not.  You're...gorgeous and fierce and there is nothing motherly in what I'm thinking," he babbled and busied himself pulling out the pizza.  "Yes, it's bread and cheese and tomato sauce and like five different kinds of meat.  You'll like it.  I'm sure," he said handing her a slice.

Valkyrie: "Sounds interesting. Are you ok" She teased, she seemed to notice he was nervous. A rapid heart beat. "Tah tah tah, calm down my friend." She rubbed his head the way she rubbed Hulks when he was getting frustrated. "We need to think of fishes, red fish, blue fish, angel fish." She said. "Sorry it use to work on hulk." She teased. "can i help prepare the pizza?" She asked. "What calms you down, Banner, what does banner love to do?" She asked

Bruce: Bruce gave Valkyrie a slightly confused look and then swallowed hard when she started to rub his head.  "I'm calm," he said which was a very big lie.  "You're just a very beautiful woman, and they don't usually touch me.  Ever," Bruce said and smiled just a little.  "It's perpared," he said, "thats kind of the beauty of it," he said and offered her a slice.  "It's cold, but some people think it's better that way."  He smirked.  "I like..uh..science.  Equations.  Research.  I'm really kind of boring compared to my counterpart."

Valkyrie: "You arent boring. You have PhDs." She said. "And I think you are cute. I usually like women. If you want to join me with women one day, that's ok. I think it's call a threesome." She smiled and pet his cheek innocently. "I like research too."She said. "This place, this earth, its more peaceful but more dumb, minus you. Your leader, trump? Hes not so good?"

Bruce: Bruce laughed a little, looking Valkyrie over.  "Do you even know what a PhD is?" he asked, lifting an amaused eyebrow.  "I uh. Well." Bruce said, not sure what to do with that invitation.  "I've heard of them, yes," he said and binked, trying to wrap his head around that.  Natasha being involved was the first thing that came to mind and it just made him flush more.  "It's not always peaceful here.  I promise that.  And don't even get me started on that."

Valkyrie: She laughed when his cheeks were pink and not green. "Bruce." She wondered why he was so lonely. Sometimes the hulk expressed feeling lonely. She took the pizza and held it to her lips. She took  a bit and let out a hapy moan. "It taste so different, texture so soft and spices so blended! It's better tan a bug!" She said. "What do you think of piza"

Bruce: Bruce felt like Val was trying to kill him here, with her little sounds, that moan, and the way she was so open to touch him.  Most people avoided getting close to him, and he avoided getting close to them.  He smiled though and took a bite of his own pizza.  "This is pretty much earth's delicacy," he said and smirked.  "It's one of the few things I really missed from here."  He took another bite and winked at her. "How did you even make your way here?  Why did you come?"

Valkyrie: "I dont know. I just landed here. Tony brought me in. " She ate the pizza quickly and grabbed another slice. It was delicious. She licked each one of her fingers. She loved how the cheese stretched. She giggled and held up a pepporoni. "Everything on this piza is already dead, it makes it easy to digest." She said. "Did you like our space food? I think I heard you SCREAM when you ate the squidish pasta."

Bruce: "So you've met Tony," Bruce said and smirked.  "That must have been fun for you," he said and watched as Val licked her fingers, feeling that almost phantom but very real part of him that was still a man react.   "Yeah, you'll find that about earth.  We like our food to be dead when we eat it," he teased lightly.  "I uh.  I'm glad that my food doesn't wiggle at me here."

Valkyrie: "Yeah, it can be a bit of a pain when yo uhave to fight your food in your mouth." She said with a laugh. she ate anotehr slice and then some of Bruces because he looked done. She downed a coke too. "Thsi food is good." she wa suse to eating a lot with Hulk.They both put it away. "do you have a partner?" She asked. "Hulk said you might be into iron man ." She blinked. Hulk sometimes tried to tell jokes, sometimes.. But they could sound like reality.

Bruce: Bruce laughed softly and went to the bar.  "I think you're probably an alcoholic to rival Tony, but I don't think there's any harm in having some," he said, reaching out to grab a bottle and poure them both a glass.  "A partner?" He laughed when Val mentioned Tony and shook his head.  "In the lab, sure, but not like that," he said and cleared his throat awkwardly.  "I'm not really.  Attached to anyone like that."

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived Ch.8

Aaaand thsi weekend’s final post, where I (attempt to) play Ron and Hermione and @bixgirl1​ continues to portray the randy prat with perfection; although in this chapter ‘randy’ seems like an understatement of epic proportions.because… well, you’ll see. xD For those of you who’ve only just stumbled upon this, welcome, we hope you’ll stay, and if you like, please go catch up with the previous few chapters, all of which you can find under the tag #virgin draco on @bixgirl1​‘s or my blog! ❤️

We���ll hopefully share another teaser for next weekend’s first post in a couple of days, and fuck but we cannot wait for you guys to read the next chapter omgggg!

Chapter 8: In Which Ron Questions His Friendship With the Randy Prat and Hermione Is Done With the Both of Them

Harry, fiddling with his fork over dinner: *talking a little fast, vaguely nervous*–So then Weatherby tried to say that the potion wasn’t illegal because he’d somehow obtained the mermaid scales legally– which, I mean you know mermaids, they’re never going to agree to that, not that it would matter with such a regulated substance–

Hermione, smoothly interrupting: And then he was let off with a fine, yes Ron told me. Now, tell us how things with Malfoy are? *sips wine while looking over the rim with bright eyes*

Harry, dropping his fork with a clatter and twitching: Fine. Things are good. Fine. You know. He’s having dinner with his mother tonight, so… They’re good. Yeah.

Ron, snorting: Yeah, I’ll bet they’re ‘good’. *leers* The ferret wearing you out, then?

Harry, flushing: Er, well… *shifts uncomfortably* Not– That is, Draco’s, uh… He’s… Sort of– uhm.

Ron, obnoxiously: Insatiable? Permanently randy? Can’t keep it in his pants ever?

Harry: *blurts it* A virgin. Like, a real virgin. An I-barely-know-what-sex-is-other-than-it’s-how-people-procreate virgin. *talking faster* A virgin who makes up his own weird names for things he doesn’t understand. A virgin who is– is shy and- and, innocent and blushes when he catches me looking at his arse! *miserably* It’s never been out of his pants, Ron.

Ron, mouth hanging wide open, bits of half-chewed roasted potatoes visible inside: *weird gurgling sound*

Hermione, lips pressed tightly together: …Well, I– that’s– not what one would imagine of Draco Malfoy…

Ron, wild screeching: Are you having us on?!

Harry, dejected: No! I never would have guessed either; I mean you know what he was like in school, so cocky, such an egotistical little shit, and Parkinson, I mean, she’s his best friend and you know how we’d see them out together at the Leaky after the war and she’d go home with a different bloke half the time? I just figured– I mean, even if he was just a– I figured he would know about stuff.

Ron: *stares suspiciously at Harry through narrowed eyes*

Hermione, taking a slow sip of wine: *licking her lips thoughtfully* Well, now that you mention it, Harry… It’s not that unusual, is it? *wilts back a little as they both turn to gape incredulously at her* I– I mean, he’s a Pureblood, isn’t he? *speaking as if that explains everything*

Harry, gazing dumbly at her: I think he’s mentioned the Pureblood thing once or twice, yeah. And?

Hermione, looking from one to the other as though bewildered by the need for further explanation: … Well, certain Purebloods are traditionally raised in incredibly conservative households; they often have a particularly archaic mindset when it comes to sex.

Harry: Archaic? Ron’s a pureblood, right? But he knew what kissing was called way before he’d ever done it!

Ron, cackling smugly: Yeah, I did. And when I finally did, it wasn’t so pure, was it? *nudges Hermione with his elbow, waggling eyebrows at her*

Hermione, dryly: I’m not sure. You had plenty of practice with Lavender first.

Harry, sputtering futilely: But–but Parkinson! Ron! They know what goes where, Hermione!

Ron, bursting out: And Malfoy doesn’t? *yelps when Hermione smacks him* No, I mean, he genuinely doesn’t know how things work? I mean– *ears turning pink* I mean, I know things are slightly different with two blokes, but…the same mechanics basically…

Harry, waving his hands in agitation: I know he knows the mechanics of– *quickly glancing at Hermione* of the male body, but….*helplessly* I really don’t think so, no. I mean… *softer* His first kiss was a couple of months ago, and– it was with me. *doesn’t seem aware of the smile that flickers around his mouth; looks up* And I’m not really sure what to do. Hes– he’s strange in a way I never would have guessed, you know? But I– I like him, like I said. And things are good, except for him not knowing– for me not knowing… *trails off, staring at the table*

Hermione, softly: It’s actually rather sweet that his first kiss was with–

Ron, exploding: Sweet? The bloke’s nearly twenty-six, Hermione, and he’s only just had his first kiss! *turning to Harry* So how far have you gone…you know, beyond the snogging?

Hermione, scandalised: Ron!

Ron: *waves an impatient hand in her direction*

Harry, swallowing hard, glancing at Hermione again: Just the snogging. A bit of– a bit of groping, he lets me– *clears his throat, blushing* Which is all fine, really. *looking at Hermione’s thoughtful expression and squaring his shoulders* I mean know how big a step just that is for him, and it’s bloody fantastic, if you care to hear the truth. Picked up kissing like a niffler finding gold. So, yeah. We do that a lot, and it’s great. Everything is great. Thanks. Think I just needed to get that off my chest, about him not knowing a lot. I feel better now. *smiles; takes sip of wine with a slightly shaky hand*

Hermione, smiling warmly at him: It’s really heartwarming to see you being so gentle and patient with him, Harry. I mean, despite your shared past with him… I’m really happy for you. *pats his hand clumsily* Right… Trifle, you two? *carefully Levitates their plates into the kitchen before following*

Ron, watching Harry impassively except for the smile looming threateningly at the corners of his lips: *glances around to check Hermione’s safely inside the kitchen* So… *casually swirls wine around in his glass* How’s it really going, mate?

Harry, leaning forward: *speaking in sharp, fast whispers* *eyes slightly wild* I need a charm.

Ron, on the verge of a laugh: Er… *leans forward too* What kind of charm?

Harry, whispering faster: A charm. A spell. A-a bloody potion! Anything. You’ve got to know of something, something wizarding that doesn’t get talked about. For sexual frustration. *breathing fast, staring intensely into Ron’s eyes* *seriously*I think I might die.

Ron, shoulders shaking with mirth: Sexual frustration, eh? *suddenly heaves loudly, quickly buries his face in his napkin to muffle his helpless laughter*

Harry: *low growl* Do not laugh at me, Ron. My balls are so blue I think they’re going to fall off. You don’t know. You don’t know what it’s like. *staring at Ron, pained arousal etched across his face* He comes over, every Friday and Saturday he comes over, and he sits in my bloody lap. For hours. For hours he sits in my lap and rubs against me and we snog the hell out of each other and I grope his perfect arse and I’m dying, mate, I’m really dying. It’s so perfect, he looks skinny but he’s really not, he’s just–his arse is round and he wiggles on top of me and I almost come in my pants, I’m wanking four times a day–

Ron, now looking slightly nauseated: Look, mate, I commiserate and everything but, Merlin… Feel free to leave out the details, I mean I genuinely don’t want to kn–

Harry, waving a sharp hand at him: *shakily* No, no, no, no you don’t get it, I really need something, I need something now. He lets me squeeze his arse, Ron, he lets me fill my hands with it, and massage it, and I can feel his cock against me, he–did you not hear how he wiggles? He does, he ruts into me like he knows what he’s doing only he doesn’t and I need something before I die. I might die. His cock–he’s so responsive to everything–to everything, Ron, I kiss him on the neck and he’s hard before my mouth has opened, sometimes he just climbs into my lap that way, and then I touch his arse, he lets me run my hands over the crevice, Ron, I need to have sex with him or get a potion or I’m going to die. You need to get me something, don’t you get it? *vibrating with tension* He–that’s not even the worst– you don’t even know the worst–

Ron, wildly uncomfortable: Harry, fucking hell– *shifts in his seat, looking around as if waiting for someone to rescue him* I– I get it, man, just– just stop, I don’t really want to know the wor-

Harry, quiet and murderous: *grinds his teeth* I listened to you through all of eighth year as you ranted about Hermione– about what it was like to touch her tits when she finally let you, you called them fucking pillowy marshmallows, Ron–

Ron, glaring as he looks around wildly to check if Hermione’s back: Would you shut up about that?! What the fuck is wro–?!

Harry, talking over him and narrowing his eyes: And you said her nipples looked like Muggle bubble-gum, and you used to rant about how she wouldn’t let you taste them to see if they tasted like Muggle bubblegum– they don’t feel like marshmallows, though, Harry, you said, not when she lets me fiddle when them a bit; I remember that part distinctly because that’s the exact moment I admitted to myself that I was gay, I really had no choice–and don’t even get me started on the things you described when she let you slide a hand into her knickers–

Ron, purple in the face: *angry hissing* Shutup, shutup, shutUP! *breathes heavily while tilting back dangerously in his chair to peer into the kitchen* What do you want?

Harry, jaw tight: *gives clipped nod* So we understand each other. *takes deep breath and continues rant* And the worst of it–the worst, Ron, it’s horrible, it’s fantastic and it’s the worst fucking thing I’ve ever lived through and I survived Voldemort, seriously– I would kill that noseless bastard a dozen more times to not have to keep enduring this–

Ron, weakly: What, what’s the worst part? I already regret asking but what the fuck is it that you won’t just shut–

Harry, with another grim nod at Ron’s defeat: I told him it’s okay, it’s all okay–to be honest with each other, we shouldn’t hide stuff, you know? Pull him out of his shell a bit, so he’s not so fucking embarrassed, because I know he wants me–I mentioned his cock, yeah? It’s so hard all the time, and I haven’t seen it, but it rubs against me every bloody weekend, I think it’s probably spectacular and I need to see it, Ron, I need to, feels nice and thick– *shakes head frantically* So I told him we should be honest about a month ago, we were snogging, and he got–he got excited, he wants me, do you get it– do you get it, Ron? But he doesn’t know how to want me, or what to do about it, rushed off to the loo and wanked and was so embarrassed and really I was turned on, so I did too, to show him it was okay, and now– and now–

Ron, on the verge of passing out from the surge of too much information: *croaks* And now what?

Harry, whispering so fast he’s tripping over his words: *shoulders high and tight; whole body shaking subtly* He wanks, Ron. At my house. Because I said it was okay. When he gets too excited, when he gets too close from the snogging, he goes into my loo and he wanks and sometimes–sometimes I hear him groan my name - you know my house and its walls - and then– *starts rocking back and forth slightly* Then– then– then because I told him to be honest, to not be ashamed of wanting me, he comes out and he’s started to–to tell me what he’s thinking about, what he thinks about me, my hair or my hands touching him, or my hands groping his perfect, round little bottom while he’s on my lap, he blushes–Draco Malfoy blushes–and bites his lip that’s all swollen from kissing me and then waits for me to go do it too so we can snog for another two hours before he leaves and I need a fucking potion. If you’re any kind of friend, you’ll find me a potion, your dad knows stuff, George maybe– George would know or Bill, somebody in your family; fuck, ask your mum, I don’t care at this point–I need something, please help me. *breaks off, gasping*

Ron, staring horrified into his wine, most likely wishing he’d chosen to sit with someone else when he was eleven: I– yeah, that sounds– Mate, I don’t even know what to say, I love you and everything but fuck, you can’t seriously expect me to–.

Hermione, suddenly appearing at the table, speaking tightly: So he’s finally comfortable with you and all you can think of doing is pushing him for something he’s probably not ready for? *glares at both of them in turn*

Harry, jaw dropping open: *shocked* No, Hermione, fuck!  I need the potion to help settle down, I’m–I’m dying because I’m not pressuring him, I need something so I don’t do something stupid and scare him away, Jesus! *mortified* How long have you been listening?! How could you think I’d–

Hermione, crossing her arms with a frown: Oh, long enough. *glares at Ron* We’re going to have words later, husband of mine. *turns to Harry* Now, I didn’t catch most of your furiously whispered rant, so tell me - what is it that you need a charm or a potion for?

Harry, cringing: *bursts out* My bloody cock is on fire, Hermione! I’ve wanked myself raw in the last few months,and in the last month it’s gotten worse, my balls hurt all the time, is that what you need to know?! I need the bloody potion to stop me from yanking down Malfoy’s trousers and just putting it to him before he’s ready so he doesn’t get scared and break up with me because all I want to do, when I’m on a case, or at the cinema, or fucking hell, eating dinner with you two, is touch him, his body is so perfect–did you eavesdrop on that part, Hermione?  On how his cock is driving me so crazy I think I’m losing my mind?  It’s thick, I can tell that much, and I don’t know how he’s so bloody hard all the time and it doesn’t seem to bother him, and he wanks and Jesus, I need the potion so I don’t die or do something I fucking regret! *breathing fast, glaring at her in embarrassed fury*

Ron, groaning into his hands: If it wasn’t already horrifying the first time, I had to listen to all that for a secon–

Hermione, slightly flustered and impatiently shushing Ron: I’d have thought the solution to this is rather obvious, Harry. *waits for him to miraculously come up with the answer* Well…? *sighs impatiently*

Harry: *sullen* I’m not going to live a life of celibacy– nor castrate myself.

Hermione, deadpan: Yes, because those are the only options. For heaven’s sake, Harry, I was referring to a standard Numbing Potion.

Harry, glare faltering: *mumbling* Why the fuck didn’t I come to Hermione first about this?  

Ron, vehemently: Yes, why didn’t you?! Merlin, Harry, I’m scarred for life!

Harry, sighing: *rubs his face* Standard Numbing Potion?

Hermione, matter-of-factly: They’re available over the counter and take about three minutes to take effect. All you have to do is– *turns pink but continues* –apply a few minutes before you start…being amorous and you’re good for the next three to four hours. *rubs forehead wearily*

Harry: *grimacing and flushing* *mutters* I haven’t had any problem keeping it up for three to four hours, ‘Mione. If anything, it never goes down.  I don’t need longevity, here.

Hermione, shutting her eyes for a second: Nobody is questioning your– stamina, Harry. *shakes her head*

Harry, uncertainly: Can you please explain it like you would to someone who hasn’t had full blood flow to their brain for two months?

Hermione, with a tiny, reluctant grin: It’ll just tamp down most of the discomfort for the duration of your activities, until you can– bring yourself some relief.

Harry, biting lip and studiously not looking at her: So then, uh, some of the–activities we engage in wouldn’t be so–so difficult to, er, uhm.  I’d be able to kiss him without wanting to– or uh, getting overwhelmed?  …And there are no harmful side effects? *grumbles* If that’s true, I’ll order a vat of the stuff; I’ll be using it every day for the rest of my life…

Ron, through grit teeth: Whatever it takes to make sure I never have to listen to you whinge about Malfoy’s perfectly round little bott– *slaps a hand over his mouth, looking mortified with himself*

Harry, scowling, swings his eyes up to Hermione: *casually* Hey, did I ever tell you about how Ron used to talk about you after you started dating?  I gather you might’ve heard a bit from the kitchen, but there was this really interesting time after he’d had dinner at your parents house when–

Ron, eyes popping: *shrill wheezing* What are you doing?!

Hermione, curiously looking between them: Wh–?

Harry, snapping: I was a bloody good friend to you that year, Ron.  I’ll tell you about the way Malfoy’s arse tastes if I’m ever allowed to find out, and you’ll listen with a smile on your face!

Ron, shaking his head wildly: N-no. NO! *beseechingly* ‘Mione? Say something!

Hermione, eyes dangerously narrowed: …You told Harry about the time at my parents’?

Harry, grinning widely, flashing all of his teeth: *slow nod, eyes locked with Ron’s*  He did, indeed.  I wonder how many details I could remember, if I let myself think about it… Ron?  How much do I remember?

Ron, face redder than his hair: Nothing, you remember nothing! *wilts a little under Hermione’s glare* …I’m always here when you want to talk, mate, you know that. *lame laughter*

Harry, with a sniff: Hermione?  No side effects, that stuff?  I really am probably going to be using it every day or something; Malfoy seems–he doesn’t seem to understand the effect he’s having, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to freak him out by pushing him on something.  He wants to– *shoulders tensing again* He wants to ride my lap for three hours with a wank in between? He can, until he’s comfortable enough to let me know he wants more.

Hermione, thoughtfully chewing on the corner of her lip: You know, Harry… Maybe - and I have absolutely no way of being sure about this - maybe, Malfoy is ready for more… you know?

Harry, huffing out a shaky laugh: He never tries to touch me other than gripping handfuls of my hair, really, or rocking on top of me.  He–sort of– lets me touch him, but that’s only because I asked and at first he said it was only okay for me to go at his arse with one finger. *shoots an I-told-you-so expression at their faces*

Hermione, ignoring Ron’s squeak: The hair grabbing - I don’t know, it sounds like he has a thing for your hair. The rocking– *slightly pink* –is instinctive. He lets you touch his– him, because you probably asked if you could. Perhaps he’s waiting for you to ask…about doing some other stuff? Maybe he’s ready for more and doesn’t know how to ask for it, and maybe he doesn’t touch you because, from the sound of things, he genuinely doesn’t know to to.

Harry, plaintive: But he comes out of the loo and–and tells me what he was thinking about in there.  If he didn’t know how, then he wouldn’t be able to–

Hermione, one eyebrow sliding up her brow: Have you told him it’s alright to voice out the things he finds arousing? Tell you about them in detail? Because he may just be following instructions like any novice would.

Harry, struck: *slowly* He– he sometimes reaches for my hands and– *cheeks darkening* –and puts them on him before I can. And he’s the one who starts snogging me rather than vice versa,more often than not.

Ron, mumbling miserably with his cheek pressed to the table: Because all you’ve done so far is snog the bloke and grope his bum and he’s already familiar with both activities and that’s probably his way of demonstrating consent. *lifts face and stares blearily, as if questioning his own sanity* The virgin sounds eager as fuck, Harry, so just fucking grope something else of his already. *thumps forehead onto the table* Merlin.

Harry, looking at him thoughtfully: But he’ll run for the hills if I ask him straight out. He thinks it’s inappropriate to talk about stuff like that–I keep having to tell him it’s not.

Hermione, Summoning the trifle, rolling her eyes: You need to start being more observant, Harry. *starts serving out three helpings* Watch out for signs– body language, what he’s hinting at without being aware of himself. He’s– *cusses under her breath* –he’s not bound to know what he wants himself– *suddenly looks up* I’ve got to say, Harry, part of me still can’t believe he’s as clueless as you’re describing him to be.

Ron, snidely: Yeah, you, me, and probably anyone else who finds out about this.

Harry, glancing at him sharply: No one is going to find out though, Ron, right?  Because you wouldn’t talk about my boyfriend in any manner other than complimentary to someone else, despite our history with him. Right?

Ron, hastily: Mate, of course. Merlin, that goes without saying. You seem bonkers about him and I definitely don’t want to be on the receiving end of one of your mental outbursts.

Harry, sheepish: *relaxes* Sorry. I mean, I don’t appreciate the term ‘mental outbursts’ but… Yeah. I’m sort of bonkers about him.

Ron, flatly: They’re mental. You’re mental when you lose your temper. It’s fascinating to watch when it’s directed at someone else.

Hermione, sighing: Ron.

Harry, flapping a hand and tucking into dessert: Whatever, just– I don’t want make things weird– weirder– for him than I already am. *sighs* Where can I find that Numbing Potion?

Hermione, shrugging: The apothecary at Diagon stocks them for sure. You could owl them an order during business hours and they’ll deliver it for free within the hour.

Harry, relieved: I’ll– I’ll do that, then. Thanks. *eats in silence for a few minutes* And I’ll pay more attention. It’s hard, when everything is… *lamely* well, hard. *mumbles around a mouthful of dessert* His body though–

Ron, slams fist on the table: Not while we’re eating, mate!

Harry: *sheepishly falls quiet*

~20 minutes later~

Harry, awkwardly lingering by the floo: Hey, er, I wanted to say– thanks, you know? For listening? *casts Ron’s tense face a doubtful look* And, I guess maybe sorry for getting–well. Detailed about Draco’s– uhm. *eyes go glazed* It’s just that he– *shakes head with a rueful smile*

Hermione, elbowing Ron pointedly: You know we’re always here if you need to talk. Harry. No matter the topic of conversation. *stares expectantly at Ron* Ron, gruffly: *clears his throat* Yeah, man, just– just come on over whenever you fancy a chat or whatever…

Harry, smirking:*dryly* I’ll take you up on that. *grabs a pinch of Floo powder and steps in* *absently* Give Rosie a mouth press for me. *disappears in a green flare*

Ron and Hermione: *exchanging a slightly bewildered glance* *burst out laughing at the same moment* Ron: Shit, the poor guy’s got it bad. Hermione, shaking her head as she sinks into the sofa: It’s oddly sweet, this whole thing. *mischievously* For Harry’s sake, though, I hope he finds some relief soon. *grins at Ron* Don’t look at me like that! Put yourself in his place for a moment. *wryly* You wouldn’t have lasted half as long as he has.

Ron, sitting facing her and dragging her into a kiss: Mmmm, probably a good thing that I don’t have to worry about anything like that, then… *gently pushes a few strays curls off her face*

Hermione, leaning in for some more: *airily* Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure. We still have to talk about all those things you told Harry after all. *grins when Ron blanches* I guess you’d better take me inside and do things to make me forget about that conversation altogether.

Ron, not questioning his luck: *plucks Hermione up and tosses her over his shoulder, smacking her bum* *heads to their room while she laughs*

[k-renne]

Summary: The Nightshade Witch of Ren, a name that brings fear. Harbinger of revenge and corrupt justice, he’s the number one target of The Church. You are an average young woman of the village, trying to escape your strict parents and The Church. Fate has it that your paths are intrinsically linked, to the disdain of well…everyone.

Kylo Ren was working on requests, when Armitage Hux entered his shop. He sold unspeakable things, magic that was widely used but left unacknowledged. He observed the man with narrowed eyes; watching as a sinister spirit seemed to swirl around him.

“Hux, what do you want?” This wasn’t his first time as a customer, Hux wasn’t afraid to abuse his wealth to attain power. He was quite well versed in the occult, to the misfortune of his enemies.

“I have a sea serpent’s scale and many moonberries, along with 50 golden coins. It’s more than necessary, but I have a feeling you won’t like what I‘m about to ask.” Hux lays his pay on the table for Kylo to examine.

“I need to know what you’re asking before I consider this.”

Hux pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “There’s this maiden,” He starts. Kylo raises his brows; he could tell already he wasn’t going to like this. “She is to be my betrothed, well supposed to be. Y/N L/N, I’ve been courting her for years.”

“Get to the point,” Kylo rolls his eyes.

“I want you to hex her, that little witch…”

“I’m amused that you use witch as an insult,” Kylo chuckles.

“Right, my apologies. But I’d like you to hex her, the woman has tricked me, making me think that she would marry me, taking my gifts and money, only to refuse my proposal!” Hux complains angrily.

“So you want me to hex a woman because she rejected you? Sounds like a personal problem.”

“If you don’t do it I’ll just go to someone else, it doesn’t matter who,” Hux threatens. The problem was that it did matter, people would call Kylo cruel but there were others that would torture people just for their own amusement and that mean that you would end up truly hurt.

“Give me some time to think about it.”

“Fine, but tomorrow you better have an answer.” Hux points. He leaves with his money and treasures, leaving Kylo to make a decision.

Kylo decided to consult his well of wills, to get some insight on who you were to help in making his decision. He places his palms flat atop of the black water and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

He sees a basket, full with various berries. Not far away is you, sitting near a bush and picking berries, piling them into your apron. Your hair is down, and you smile briefly as you’re imagining something happy. You look to see if anyone is watching, before taking some a strawberry and popping it into your mouth. Kylo takes a gulp of air as he breaks away from the trance.

There was absolutely no way that he could fill Hux’s request. You were a vision of beauty and kindness; you would never harm another soul. Kylo wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he hurt you, sure he could be a monster but only to those who he felt deserved it. Especially with this feeling in his chest he had at the sight of you, which made him feel warm and all tingly over, he had to make sure that you wouldn’t get hurt.

The first place he looked was the field, that he saw in his vision. Luckily you were still there, laying in the grass and enjoying the sun on your face. Kylo doesn’t know how to approach you, he might seem terrifying to you, dressed in black, his under eyes where even lined with khol. He didn’t belong in such bright light, he belonged to the shadows. He reminded himself that thsi was for a worthy cause and began to walk towards you.

You didn’t hear him, but when it seemed like a dark cloud blocked out the sun you looked up, only to see a man. He looked regal...perhaps he was a prince, a dark prince that is. He wore a long black cape that blew with the breeze, big black feathers covering his shoulders. His nose was particularly striking, standing proud against his face. His lips, pink against the contrast of his pale skin, probably from very little sun. They looked so pouty, kissable almost. Oh christ you were staring.

“Excuse me, sorry to bother you Lady L/N, but there’s something I must tell you,” Kylo addresses you. You sit up and get ready to stand, but he quickly kneels to your level. “No need to get uncomfortable,” He explains.

“I’m sorry but I don’t even know who you are?” You ask.

“You may call me Kylo, and that’s all,” He gestures with a wave of the hand.

“Okay Kylo, what have you got to tell me?” You asked. It was quite strange for a man to come up to you like this, normally you were always alone here. If your parents knew that you were alone, with a man, you certainly wouldn’t be allowed to return by yourself. Even if you felt yourself to be a perfectly capable young woman. They would find some way to interfere in your business. Enough of them, you needed to give this ethereal man your attention.

“It’s not pleasant, but someone has come to me with the intention to hex you, I’m sure you know him. Hux?” You roll your eyes at that name.

“Unfortunately, and did you say hex?”

“Yes, I am a witch if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Wow, how lovely! I’ve never met a witch before.” You had always been curious about witches, wanted to know if they were like what your parents said or the same as the books you read. Kylo observes this little sparkle in your eye when you say that, funnily you completely ignore the part where he said he was going to almost hex you. How cute.

“More importantly you have a man who wishes to do you ill intent, and since I plan on refusing him tomorrow it will mean that he will go to someone far worse than myself.”

“What do I even do about that, I don’t know anyone who could help me.” Normally most people would have a witch they could go for stuff like this, but growing up under The Church meant you were forbidden from even talking with one. Of course, at this point in your independence you could care less about such a silly rule that you didn’t believe.

“I can help you, that’s why I came here.” Kylo tells you.

“How kind of you, what do you need me to do?”

“We need to go to your home,” He explains. You must not know who he is, to trust him so blindly. He could tell that you were somewhat naïve, of course that only made him feel more strongly about you. He followed you to your house, helping to carry some of the berries you just picked. Seeing you in person was much different than his vision, in real life he could smell you and sense your energy. Both of which made you all the more enticing to him, he took a deep breath and got a whiff of your scent, which almost made him moan.

Everything about you was arousing...from your seeming innocence to the way your blouse hugged your breasts, Kylo was enraptured. He’d seduce you, but your safety was much more important for now. However in the future...it could certainly happen, and Kylo’s mind quickly wandered to what that might be like.

He’d imagine that you’d be incredibly soft in comparison to him, how lovely it would feel to press you against the mattress and spread you wide….Stop being a deviant! Damn he made himself hard, luckily it was easily to conceal under his thick robes. It was already serving difficult not to think such things around you, true though it had been a while for him, it was no excuse. But he couldn’t help it when your smile called to him like a siren, he was already lost to you.

“Kylo, you can walk besides me you know,” You look back at him.

“Yes, I’m just trying to look out for you.” Not just stare at your backside, a woman wearing pants was a lovely sight. You shake your head.

“Perhaps, but I’d like to converse with you and it’s annoying to keep craning my neck,” You quip.

“Alright, I suppose I can look out from here.” He strides to meet you in two steps.

“That’s better now I feel much safer.” You tease, making Kylo laugh.

It had been a while since he had interacted with anyone besides a customer, and you reminded him that not everyone was horrible. Some people were actually enjoyable to talk to, especially you. Kylo hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time that he’d see you, though he would probably find some excuse to visit you at some point. “So, what kind of things do you do as a witch?” You interrupt his thoughts.

“There’s no easy answer for that, I do many things,” He answers vaguely.

“Yeah but like what?” You want to hear more about the world that had always been hidden from you.

“You really don’t know much about magic do you?”

“No, but I’d like to learn.” You shrug.

“Someday I’ll tell you, but not now okay?” Kylo promises. You nod to him.

“This is it,” You point to your cottage. Kylo smiles, there are flowers all around, vines growing on the walls, it’s small but charming like he’d imagine it. He wondered how you ended up living here by yourself.

Kylo places charms and protectants around the perimeter of your home, and also gives you a charm to wear. “Here, this is my most powerful charm, it should keep you safe,” He hands you the charm. It’s a family heirloom, passed down from his grandmother, a simple white stone with pattern carved into it.

“Thank you Kylo, would you like to stay for tea?” You offer. Kylo considers it, he’d like nothing more than to stay but he knows that if he does he’d do something foolish like try to kiss you. He already felt like he had overstayed his welcome and he wasn’t ready to answer more of your questions, “I’m sorry I must go, I have some work to do.” He says.

“That’s perfectly alright, it was nice meeting you Kylo,” You smile warmly at him.

Kylo takes your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips to leave a soft kiss. “Enchanté my dear, may we meet again.”

The next morning you go out to fetch some water from the stream nearby, there and old woman gives you a gift that you cannot refuse. It’s a single rose and it reads as an omen. You’re hand moves before you can control it, taking it from the old woman’s hand. The thorns prick your fingers when you pick it up, the tiny prick of pain flooding your senses. The old woman flashes you a smile, and you’re filled with dread.

This girl, she’s pure

Bring lots of pain

A sprinkle of nightmares

And a dash of blood

Take her future away

The curse was set, laughter could be heard in the distance.

[nikkidee]

Daimon Kiyona and Sonanc have a Tacos and Mary!

A commission for Vanni @maitai-ippai

Once aupon  a time, there was a smexy man named Diamond Kyonita and he worked at the TAco Bell in the Tokyo ciy and he had black hair and a good but and he had to wear a uniform whil he was there at the job but he didnt were the rother stuf so he wore an apron and no oher thing and he was so sexy and all this coworkers were blush whne he cam to work!!

One day when it was rayning and sad in teh tokyo Sonnac was on a biusiness trip there and he had to go get a meal to eat while on his busienss trip so he went to the Taco Bell in the tokyo city tro get his food. He was tall and ahd the no hair but in a hot way and he had earrings nad wore a ncie read suit that everyone though twas super cool and he walked into the taco Bell and he said “I WANt ALL THE TACOS ERE PLEAES I AM THE HUNGER!”

    DAimon look at the Sonana and he thoguht this is the perfect man I want to marry hima nd he fell in love really hard with teh man and he wanted so bad to make a good imrpession so he said to himself im going to make the worlds bestes tacos!

    So Diamon started making the taco, and he made the frist taco and he said thsi is not good neough for the Sonnac!! And he made antohter nad then another and it looked like maybe he wasnt able to make the perfect taco but then he did horray!!

    He handed the perfect taco to Sonnac and it was perfect and on fire and it had meat and cheese and lettuce and sauces and a soft taco and a chunchy taco and it was spicy and really good and it looked amazing and Sonnax looke at thit and he thought thsi is hte perfect taco I Cant never eat another taco because none will ever be so good at taco as this taco and then he ate it.

    He ate the acto and it was so good he fell in love iwth Diamdon who was still in just an aprron and Sonmac could see his butt and he blush hard but he still look at he butt.

    Sonnac said “THis si the best taco I ever ate and I love you!”

    And diamon said “I love you too do you want to get marry!?”

    And sonnac mentioned “yes I want to marry you lest go get married and have hte sex time!”

    Diamaond said “Let’s go mary house to get marryed!”

    And so tehy went.

    Daimon say “I do” and Sonnc say “I do!” very happile.

And then they were marrie and they kiss a lot and Diamon took off his apron and evertyone gasp because he was naked in the marrigage hawse and Sonna laughed because hes hoosband was so funny and he loved his taco man so much!

And then they went to Lodnon to Sonac big fancy hous and Sonnac touched DAmonds no no zone but mom said I had to delete that part sorry.

The end.

[howyougetthegay13]

Why Taylor Swift Means So Much to me as a Gay Fan.

….Nov 22, 2014 This past August I celebrated my 8th anniversary being an out gay man. I reflect upon this as each year passes, but this year it just felt different. At the time I was preparing to move to Northern California where I’m currently attending school. The amount of anticipation, anxiousness, and excitement all seemed to hit me at once. This was my opportunity to re-invent myself. Not in the sense of being who everyone would like to see or act a certain way for others to notice me, but truly become in tune with the most authentic part of myself. If you would’ve seen me at the age of 15, I believe I already was self-aware, but growing up I never had any gay role models besides looking up to empowered women like Britney and Gaga. Although, I love and hold both in high esteem in a sense I felt isolated. I learned early on throughout the gay community that sexuality and maintaining a sense of shallowness in regards to others was key in order to be accepted and gaining “love.” Through social ideologies of “masculinity” we are so afraid to divulge real intrinsic raw emotions with one another. This in turn is why I feel many within the community often have such a hard time building and maintaining relationships. It’s not that we aren’t capable. We’re just afraid of being outcasted, being alone. This sense of fear I had seemed to be eradicated whenever I heard Taylor Swift. “Cold As You” was the first song I ever heard from her and I just felt like she was singing from a place of vulnerability, honesty, and heart. While so many artists at the time influenced peers in various ways. I felt a connection of finally having someone understand emotions I was going through. My first love, wanting my best friend to love me instead of his current boyfriend, and knowing that helping me see that one day I’d find my place in this world. Whenever I divulge my love for thsi inspirational artist it’s often met with a laugh or turned into a joke.Our lived experiences and identities could not be more opposite, but her presence in the music industry was and is needed more than ever. With every album myself and millions of fans have grown alongside her, we’ve transformed as has she, we’ve grown wiser. The thing that I love about her is she has such a strong sense of self and who she is. She’s really self-aware, surrounds herself with friends whom support, encourage, and challenge her, and she’s come to a point where she realizes that the love one has for themselves is far greater than what can be achieved through a romantic relationship. Moreover, she’s helped me see that when I do meet the right guy that we will compliment one another rather than complete each other. To love someone is to take all that they have good and bad, and somehow navigating through it day by day. That’s what makes it so exciting. I’m so grateful to the people in my life (hetero, queer, or in between ) whom have helped me reach this point in my life at the age of 23. At times I’ve felt lonely, but I know I’m never alone. While most people believe finding love is an essential part of life, love comes to you in the form of broadening your mind with new experiences, a good support system, and never giving up on oneself. i know that my sexuality doesn’t define me, it’s a part of my overall being. Taylor, if you ever read this I thank you for being a role model for me and countless others for showing people that class and intelligence outshines bare midriffs and asses, and that discovering who one is and developing that never goes out of style <3 @taylorswift @taylornation