#big bushy eyelashes.............. yes. beautiful

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Day 6 - Unnatural Eye Color

Say hello to Mr Cards, aka Eliza Marlow! I wanted to draw some of my OC's during the month, and while uh... (checks list) four out of my six Fallen London OC's have unnatural eye colors, I liked the idea of drawing the fluffy one most! Rip those big brown eyes you were born with, Eliza - they just can't glow menacingly like orange can!

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More of desi y/n imagines?? I really like all of yours imagines desi and other

DESI PREGO READER DURING QUARANTINE WITH HARRY!!

It was the best, delightful time in Harry’s life. During quarantine when they found out they were two months pregnant and to say the least Harry wouldn’t stop crying into Y/N's chest because he may not thought of becoming a dad so soon but it still cocooned him with such a sanguine feeling – he became a puddle of sweetness at Y/N's toes.

After telling their families. It was bunch of well wishes and advises from them well more of Y/N's mum teaching her a list of their old traditional tricks and eating habits to stay healthy.

Y/N didn’t need a pregnancy pillow at all. Harry fulfilled that role with such dignity and proud, happy to have her bump over his tummy and her thighs slinked around his own while she snored with little wheezy drooly breaths against his cheek wiggling everytime he traces his fingertips under the crescents of her plum tits.

They had all the time to themselves doing face masks made out of turmeric, yogurt and chickpea flour and he is never able to resist but to sneak his palm under bum and nudge her up into his lap to suckle soft kisses at her lips because she looked heart-achingly adorable in shalwar kameez Anne had tailored for her from one of her closest Indian friend for Y/N to wear in her pregnancy (because Y/N’s wardrobe’s already filled with many of them and she finds herself most comfy wearing them).

Her womb starting to get beautiful and big with passing months heralded Harry about her jesting cravings and her tremendous hormones.

He'd drive an hour to get to Waseem's grandma to get some desi makhan (organic butter) for Y/N since she’s Punjabi and it just rotted her mood when her favourite South Asian store down the block was shut most of the time, having dry parathas in brekkie used to be no fun.

“Hmm. Smells so nice.” Harry hums tipping his nose, nostrils expanding greedily to soak into it as Y/N made them passing him a cheeky smile, “It was worth tha’ boring drive,” The corner of his lips denting into a looping smile as he flutters his eyelashes up at her with his chin buried in his palm and elbow bent upon the counter.

“She even taught me how make desi makhan at home!” His chest boasted out proudly and Y/N’s head lulled at her shoulder with giggles slipping past her rosy mouth, she rounded over the counter to reach him and he had his hands already splayed forward to hold her and bring her into him.

“You’re g'na make makhan for me?” Pure love if you ask me so. When Harry rattled his head happily her lips wobbled terribly eyes glossing from feeling lightheaded with his affection and caring assiduousness for such intricate wishes for her spreading in to her bones.

“I love you, so, so, much.” She squished his cheeks between her spread palms and mantled his simpering lips, bushy cheeks and eyes with wet gaspy kisses -- sweeping his tufts of curls away to press her lips against his forehead while he kept on hugging her from belly swaying them ever so lightly.

..

They'd be binge watching Sharukh Khan's rom-coms on Netflix when she’d whine into his throat about how she’s craving jalebis so bad, she’s ready to walk bare foot to get a takeaway if that’s possible and Harry would just chuckle at her dramatic antics kissing her temple feeling the healthy pulse there and would take her along into the kitchen.

“No need fo’ tha’ baby. We could make them at home.” Harry learned to make jalebis for Y/N when they first started dating -- they had this huge fight and Y/N refused to let him be anywhere near her. Harry knew it shouldn’t have hurt him this much since he considered it just a fling, but when in a lonely bed all he missed was her warmth and her fragrance looming around him as some sort of comforting blanket he realized he wouldn’t be able to spend another night without her.

At, three in the morning he learned how to make jalebis and they might were topsy-turvy leaving stains on his clothes, sticky gooey fingers the sentiment behind it was just so pure and loving.

Y/N still remembers him popping up at her doorstep barely recognisable drenched in rain while he tried to keep the container safe under his hoodie all she was able to do was smash her lips against his wet slippery ones not caring if they tumbled into mud from her literal passionate attack.

“How ‘bout we open a sweets shop instead?” He grinned taking perfectly orange sorbet jalebis out from oil, bunny teeth fully displaying now when she giggled softly wiggling her brows at him, “Touring the world's no more fun ey?” Her heart thumps sadly when a pregnant pause lingered in air and she cooed when his shoulders slumped, fingers fumbling with the tissue paper.

“No more without ye'.” Her arms wrapping around his torso, cheek smushed under his shoulder blade as they let themselves divulge into tranquil calmness.

“Good thing's now you’ll come back to the two of us.” She tried to cheer him up and he just rubbed his stinging eyes with the heels of his palm, sighing then turning towards her to cradle her face to make her look up at him.

“You make me s'happy, y'know that?” His thumb swooning over her bottom lip tenderly and she gave him a playful nip with mischievous eyes, “Defo knows that –- gloats me ego.” She smiles into the their messy kiss tugging onto his flimsy shirt to keep her upright and snacking the plate of delights from behind him.

“Oi! Come back here y'greedy goat!” He'd complain practically stomping behind her to their bedroom.

..

The mornings are quite an experience for both of them. She’d wake up to the elated sight of him snuggled into her side, suffocating him with his rings of curls all over her face and his swelled up bulge resting heavy against her thighs.

To ease it for him she slithers her hand into his sweats brushing her fingertips along his stiffy length and giggles hoarsely when he stirs and squeezes her tighter whining aimlessly in her neck.

“Harry ...” She whispers knuckling a hand up his soft cheek and he quips lightly with a snore, “Mhmm. He’s asleep.” So, Y/N shrugs and retrieves her hand away from around his throbbing cock that supports a semi after her attention.

“No baby!” He pants out sleepily catching her wrist and guiding her touch under his heavy balls.

“Shh. Shh. Gimme a kiss.” She prods his chin with her nose to petal a warm smooch against his mouth and he pities a mewl panting ‘yeah —- yeah faster’ and ‘mhmm rub my balls uhmm j‐- just like that’ as he rocked his hips against her hand nibbling onto the sheeny skin of her exposed collarbone.

“Stop ..” He growls out pressing his bicep into mattress to lift himself up and skims tiny kisses all over her face when she whines a complain raking her palms from underneath his shirt, “But whyyyyy ....”

“Wanna cum inside you, love. Fill y’up nice and warm.” With a gentle push he presses her into pillows, hauling her leg around him —-- finger pads digging pudgy into her flesh as he lubes her to give her one of the best morning fuck.

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dear diary // chapter one

Hi, everyone! This is the first chapter of the new series I’ve started. I hope you enjoy and stick around for future chapters! 💕

Find a series “description” and other detailing here!

Word Count: ~ 5.3k

(*) Warnings: none

July 16th, 2020

Dear Diary,

Nothing would make me happier than to visit the city. The bright lights, the busy streets, the shops, the smell of car exhaust. For all the wonders I’d discover, for all the opportunities I’d face. For the experience, for the fun.

Living in a small town is boring. It’s the same, day after day. Then as soon as you bat an eye, you’ve turned eighteen and have barely left the state. Some would call me a hobbit, some would call me lazy. But it’s hard to get out of town when your family can’t really leave because of their job and you’re too scared to learn how to drive.

The diner that my parents own is great; awesome pancakes, delicious milkshakes, and every single pie flavor you could ever imagine. It’s called the Golden Griddle and it’s located right in the heart of Cedar Cove, Oregon. You’d have to be blind to miss the sunny yellow paint (that’s ever so slowly chipping away, but don’t tell my dad) smeared on the bricks.

Anyway. I’m Charlotte, but you knew that already, didn’t you? Of course you did. Well, if you needed a reminder of my sob-worthy life story...my brother and I are adopted. But you probably remembered that, right? Wow, I need to stop ranting about how you probably remember me. You’re a literal book for God’s sake.

Wait; back on topic. I want to go to see the city. So badly. Oh, and have I mentioned that I got accepted into my dream school? New York University, here I come. How have I not written about that yet? Holy crap. NYU preparations have been coming along nicely. I already have half my room packed and almost all my dorm stuff that my mom insists on buying. My brother Henry, too. He’s going to Ohio State on a football scholarship and a desire to pursue athletic training. Big dreams!

Me, you ask? Good gracious, Diary, stop interrupting! (Oh boy, I’m talking to myself. Skye would laugh...). I’m pursuing acting and theater, of course. A major in drama and a minor in production. I’m chasing the sun here, okay? I am a future Broadway star and actress with dreams as far as the eye can see!

I am ecstatic to make the big move at the beginning of August. More updates to come. Sorry if this ending was abrupt. My dad made his famous chili tonight and I gotta go get it while it’s hot and before Henry inhales it all like the vacuum he is.

Yours, Charlotte :)

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The faint, familiar smell of spices filled my senses as I put the old and tattered diary down. It was a gift I got years and years ago from a friend, but I never used it. May as well start before the wild ride of my new life starts, right?

I threw my blonde hair into a bun as I walked out of my room, avoiding boxes piled up high on the floor. Right as I stepped into the hallway, however, my foot met a ball of fluff curled right outside my doorway.

“Aw, Cooper,” I cooed, leaning down and scooping the little snowball I called a dog into my arms, cradling him close, “you’re missing all the food downstairs, buddy!”

A small whimper came from him as I made my way down the stairs. Henry was spread out on the couch and watching some sort of European soccer, er, football on the TV.

“Hey, just in time!” Henry smiled, waving me over to sit next to him. I obliged, setting Cooper down onto the floor and taking a seat next to him. 

...It was crazy how he was twice my size. And how I was the older one by three whole minutes.

“What’s up, Henry?” I asked, nudging his arm. A laugh escaped his throat as he gestured to the screen and unpaused the video (wait, it was paused this entire time?). I watched the screen to see a player get hit in the head with a soccer ball.

“Hah!” Henry laughed, his deep pitch echoing off the walls. I gasped and swatted his arm.

“Henry! Laughing at someone else’s pain is so rude! What if he got a concussion that ended his career?” I said, a twinge of amusement in my tone. All in all, I loved to see my brother get all flustered. He was such a goody-two-shoes that even something like this comment would make him blow a gasket--

“He’s laughing, sis. I don’t think the dude’s hurt.” Henry said, his tone smug. Maybe college was finally really going to his head.

I shook my head with both surprise and disappointment as I stood up, gesturing for the walking vacuum to follow suit. “C’mon, knucklehead. Dinner’s almost ready.”

We both walked into the kitchen to see the finishing arrangements being set up for dinner; Mom was retrieving bowls and utensils as Dad strained the water from the elbow macaroni at the sink.

“You two are in here early,” Mom teased, giving us a side glare as she placed the bowls and spoons on the counter, “what about?”

A sweet, innocent smile crossed my face as I batted my eyelashes at her. “It just smells so good that I couldn’t stay away!”

“I’ve heard that one before, you jest. Come get your bowls.” Mom chuckled, stepping away. Henry and I grabbed a bowl right as Dad turned to us.

“Get it while it’s hot!” Dad said, grabbing a bowl of his own. Henry and I both dove for the noodles and chili, somehow managing to get our servings without making a complete mess like we usually do. It’s crazy to think of how people mature over time...

The old seats at the table squeaked as we all sat down and started to dig into our chili. A comfortable silence blanketed the table and just as I got used to it, Mom broke it.

“So, you two have been packing, yes? Even the stuff you aren’t bringing?” Mom asked sweetly, dabbing a napkin at the corners of her mouth. She’d always been the politest one in the family; too bad no one else at the table had her mannerisms.

“My room is basically packed except for some of my clothes and books,” I said in between chews of the (extremely hot) chili in my mouth, “but otherwise I’m good.”

Henry nodded and pointed his thumb at me, his eyes never leaving his bowl. “Mhmm.”

“That’s great! Your flights leave in only a matter of days!” Dad cheered, giving Mom a high five. It was such a weird but common thing to see parents do: act like teenagers.

“You sound excited about that?” Henry questioned. I looked over to see half his bowl already gone. 

Mom heaved a sigh.

“We’re excited for you both to finally experience the world. We can’t wait for your lives to truly start!” Mom said, a smile encompassing her features. Her kind, brown eyes flitted between Henry and me.

“You two have the world at your fingertips,” Dad added, glancing at Mom. They shared a fond look. 

At that moment, for the briefest second, I wished that I had a connection like that; a soulmate, someone who you could spill your heart out to. Someone who you could love and be loved by. Someone who’d want nothing more than to see you happy. 

Also at that moment, I decided that I would make it a small goal of mine to make this wish come true during my time at NYU.

*

*

My blankets were soft around my legs as I sat propped up against my pillows. Leila and I had been talking on the phone all night. I felt like I was in that moment in Mean Girls where Gretchen was switching between Cady, Karen, and Regina. Except...I wasn’t switching between anyone at the moment. 

Leila Maciel is my best friend. She’s someone with a sarcastic personality and a snarky remark to anything. She’s as smart as a whip and could, without a doubt, put you in your place if you stepped out of line with her intimidating strength. Though, she also has a soft and caring side that she only reveals to those who she deems trustworthy. A confident, kind, and bold girl indeed. 

We’ve been friends for our entire high school careers, but it feels like I’ve known her my entire life.

During our freshman year, Leila was in an extremely toxic relationship. Her ex-girlfriend, a “sweet” but a rather manipulative girl, was to blame for our friendship. This girl, Sadie, ticked all of Leila’s boxes; beautiful, smart, compassionate, sweet... 

Remember that Leila and I had only known each other for a month at this point.

Leila and Sadie’s relationship was adorable from the outside. Both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed freshmen with hearts in their eyes. It was something you’d see in a more realistic version of High School Musical because let’s be real...those movies aren’t realistic. (I still love them, though!)

About a year into their relationship, though, Sadie transformed from sweet to sour. She used Leila to get what she wanted like she was her very own puppet. Her antics ranged from cheating on tests to almost stealing a designer handbag before I intervened. Then, like the cherry on top of this extremely nasty sundae, Sadie revealed that she cheated on Leila with a college girl for the majority of their relationship. Let’s just say that their relationship was terminated seconds after that bombshell blew up.

Leila was broken for months. She truly believed that she loved Sadie, but upon further examination, I found that Leila felt guilty whenever she had the opportunity to say no. It had never been any sort of love; it was an obligation. Also after that relationship, Leila decided that instead of focusing on liking girls, she’d be open and love anyone. She was sick of limits.

So, here we are today.

Now, as we talked on the phone, I thought about how she’d also be going to NYU, majoring in business. We were roommates! It was like a dream come true.

“Uh, Charlotte?” Leila asked with a laugh. “You alive?”

Reality snapped back into place as I blinked my eyes rapidly. “Oh, uh, yeah. What’d you say?”

“Did you buy a fan for our dorm?” Leila asked monotonously. This made me laugh for some odd reason. “Dear Lord, what’s so funny?”

Honestly, though. What was funny, Charlotte? One could say that I was losing my mind.

“I don’t know, spur of the moment? But otherwise, yes; I got the one you pointed out at Target.” I said, surprising myself with how even my voice sounded. A familiar hum came from the other end of the line in response.

“Cool. Then you’re all set to go for next week?” Leila asked, her voice making it sound like she was smiling. I laughed again and nodded to myself.

“Yes!” Was all I could say.

Leila’s sigh was so loud that I could swear that I felt her breath through the phone. “You’re not stressing out over this, are you?”

My eyes widened at her question. Was I stressing out about this? I’d been packing for days on end without breaks. I had folded, re-folded, and re-re-folded all of my clothes several times in my duffel bag. I had splurged on so many things, like that fan Leila mentioned, without a second thought. I don’t think I’ve had a proper shower in almost a week; I was too busy being a nervous wreck.

“Maybe a little bit, but not too much,” I responded, my tone a bit somber as I tried to conceal my lie. My fingers twirled the fringed fabric of my tie blanket around as I waited for Leila’s retort.

“Stressing out over this is like a circle, Charlotte. It’s pointless,” Leila said, her voice starting to reveal her exhaustion, “and you need to relax. We’ll be fine.”

Thoughts buzzed through my mind as I contemplated her words. Would we be fine? Is “fine” even the correct word to describe this situation? How about rephrasing the entire statement entirely by saying “there is a chance that we’ll survive, but it definitely ain’t high.”? That version was more accurate, in all honesty. Moving across the country for school didn’t sound like a situation that could only earn the word “fine”.

“Aren’t you worried, though? A big city, a new city, a scary city...we’re diving into the deep end here, Leila! We have no idea what the hell we’re doing!” I panicked, squeezing my eyes closed.

Now it was Leila’s turn to laugh uncontrollably. Though, hers was more of a witch’s cackle.

“Wow, okay. First of all, we’ll stick together. Second, not knowing what we’re doing is all apart of the college experience. We’ll seriously be okay if we stick together.” Leila assured, still laughing - she never was the sympathetic type in these types of situations.

“If you think so, then I guess I need to believe it.” I yawned, tucking myself further into my blankets. Leila broke out into a yawn as well, making me think that she was actually tired for once (the girl was the definition of a night owl).

“We should get some sleep. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later.” Leila stated. I could imagine her rolling her brown eyes at her own words. A laugh escaped me instead of the hum I intended on.

“Jesus, why do you keep laughing? Why do you have so much energy?” Leila groaned, making my laughter subside.

“I honestly don’t know, I’m a complete and utter mess. We’ll text tomorrow?” I suspired, resting my arm over my eyes to completely block out this embarrassing reality.

“You bet. Love you lots.” Leila said. Her declarations of love truly became more meaningful after that whole spectacle with Sadie. She had a ginormous heart of gold beneath that rough exterior.

“Love you more! Good night!” I said, hanging up after she murmured a farewell. I tossed my phone onto the soft fabric of my blanket and stared up at the ceiling, a nostalgic feeling washing over me. All of the nights during elementary school where I’d do this exact thing, except I would be thinking about my Barbie dolls or my recess adventures. Now, I thought about the future and what waited for me.

College better live up to its well-known reputation.

*

*

Before I could comprehend what was even happening, I was standing in the middle of Portland’s airport with the arms of my family around me. 

Days legitimately whizzed past with nothing short of a greeting. I mean, it was already August 4th...somehow.

“You have all your bags, right?” Dad asked, his voice wavering the slightest bit. I looked down at my belongings for the fourth time; a large duffel bag of clothes, a chest full of dorm stuff and personal items (including that stupid fan, yes), and a very large and heavy carry-on stuffed with all of my technology. And, for the fourth time, I confirmed that I had everything.

“It’s all here, Dad. For the last time.” I giggled, shaking my head. He could only respond with his usual eye roll and grin.

“What about Leila? Are you completely positive that she’s on your flight?” Mom asked, her eyes inspecting mine. A sigh freed itself from my lungs as I nodded.

“She’s already waiting for me by the baggage area, Mom. You even saw her when we walked in, remember?” I stated, returning her inspecting gaze as she fondly smiled in remembrance.

My hands were reaching down to pick up my bags before Henry lightly punched my shoulder. “Wait, whoa, where’s the love, sis?”

“It’s hiding from you,” I teased, punching his shoulder before I pulled him close for a tight hug, “I’m gonna miss you bunches, you know.”

Henry’s grip tightened before he pulled back to show me the tears in his eyes. I gave him a sad smile, knowing that familiar look in his eye; he agreed but didn’t want to admit it.

“Don’t worry, Henry. I’ll only be a call away if you ever need to talk to me,” I said, putting my hands on his shoulders, “and I’ll be a nine hours’ drive away if you ever need me in person.”

He cracked a smile that was identical to my own and let out a deep breath that turned into a shaky laugh.

“Shut up, midget. Go catch your flight.” Henry laughed, shaking his head to compose himself. His blonde hair was tucked away in a red hat with a big, fancy ‘O’ embroidered in gray and black on its face. My heart swelled with pride to see it, too.

“Ditto!” I laughed while reaching down to grab my bags. “Well, I ought to get going. Leila’s been waiting on me for a while”

“Travel safely and call us when you land, no matter the time!” Mom said, hugging Dad and pulling Henry close. My eyes burned with tears as I nodded.

“Can do,” I shakily breathed, “I love you guys.”

Mom blew kisses my way and Dad smiled. Even Henry gave me a rare, genuine grin. I waved, and with a final glance, turned around and headed to the gate that was just behind me without looking back.

The weight of the bags in my hands doubled with each step towards Leila. She was sitting in the waiting area, her bags all around her, scrolling through her phone. Her straight black shoulder length hair was accessorized with a jade green headband, matching her comfy outfit that consisted of a matching jade green tee and a pair of workout leggings.

“Took you long enough, you slowpoke!” Leila smiled, patting the blue seat next to her as she tucked her phone in her backpack. I dropped my bags in relief as I sat down next to her. “How emotional were your parents?”

“Enough to make me almost cry?” I laughed, wiping the wetness below my eyes. “Well, maybe I did cry a little.”

Leila laughed and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “It doesn’t take much to make you cry, Charlotte. But I am beyond glad to see that you held in most of your alligator tears.”

We both laughed, though our laughter faded after about a minute, turning into a stressed silence...

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” I said while taking a deep breath. After almost a year of building up the nerves, the day was finally here.  College...adulthood...life...

Leila turned to me, her eyes showing the most vulnerability that I’ve ever seen in them, and took a deep breath with me. “We may be crazy, but at least we’re crazy together.”

*

*

Bag security was a surprising breeze; little to no lines and no troubles. The security guys even smiled at me. Talk about weird.

Waiting for the flight time was tiring. I did, however, get a text from Henry saying that he’d successfully reached his gate and would be taking off for Ohio at dusk. So that was at least something to keep me occupied for a good two minutes.

Another distraction was to play matchmaker with Leila. It was our favorite pastime in high school, so why not continue the tradition?

“Ooh, that business guy over there wearing the red tie, and...” Leila trailed off, scanning the rows of seats until her eyes focused on a woman talking animatedly on the phone only a few feet away, “her.”

“Wait, the Adrian Raines-looking guy paired with that preppy woman?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. Leila hummed with approval next to me, making me cringe immediately; why, and how, would that work? They were polar opposites!

“Leila, listen. He looks like the type of guy that’d bite your head off if you gave him the wrong coffee order and she looks like the type of girl to organize a charity event. It’s all in the eyes and the cheekbones, even the eyebrows.” I explained, shaking my head. Leila, however, disagreed like she always did.

“They’d balance each other out. He’d soften up and she’d harden up. It’s that simple! Plus, it helps that they’re both very attractive...” Leila smirked, her eyes examining them both with a wistful sigh.

“And they’re probably much older than us, so don’t even get ahead of yourself.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “But back on topic. Are you talking about the whole ‘opposites attract’ lore? Because that’s just not...plausible. Maybe it is in the movies--”

Leila let out an exasperated breath that hindered the rest of my thought. “It is plausible, though! Just think about how you would feel in this situation. Would you want a guy who has a prickly exterior and a mushy-gushy heart?”

My heart started to palpitate as my hands started to sweat. I have learned to loathe Leila’s ‘boy talk’ because it’d always turn into her setting me up with guys that were either way out of my league or guys that just didn’t meet my expectations.

Her question, though, did deserve some deep thought. I guess I can set my pride aside for a mere second and give her some sort of approbation...

So, the question on the table: did I really have a thing for those types of people? Snarky but also impossibly soft? I guess I’ve never really been invested in relationships of my own. The idea of romance, sure, but not for me. It just never really seemed as important as the ACT or my GPA. I’m starting to regret my valedictorian title; I focused so hard on my studies that I forgot about the fun aspect of high school like the average, rebellious boyfriend with a leather coat and a motorcycle.

“You know what, Leila?” I started, carefully testing this ground as to not lead her down the matchmaking rabbit hole, “I would like a guy like that. A sarcastic and snarky guy with a secret soft side? Yes, please. Oh, and glasses that he’d push up his nose when he was frustrated? Even better.”

An uncharacteristic snicker escaped Leila; she was never one to snicker like that, and now that I actually think about it, our boy talk always had that stereotypical effect on her. Man, this hobby was melting her brain. Is there any research out there on how the quietest whisper of romance can turn the human brain to goo? If so, I need to get my hands on it ASAP. 

“I knew that you had a thing for that! I’ve been scoping this out for years, Charlotte!”

Of course she has.

“Glad you’ve been looking out for me. That or stalking me, but that’s up to you.” I teased, bumping my shoulder with hers only to receive a tired groan in response.

“Oh, hush. You know exactly how damn predictable you can be sometimes. Don’t even try to contradict that, either.” Leila stated, giving me a side glare. I gave her a bright, innocent smile in response as I fiddled with my duffel bag’s handles.

My mouth opened to bring up another round of matchmaker, but I was overpowered by a loud speaker.

“Flight one-hundred two for New York boarding at gate fifty-six!” A voice said gently over the speakers. Leila and I instantly looked at each other with the same anxious looks that slightly weirded me out.

“Um, Leila--” I stammered, trailing off as Leila hopped up and started to grab her things. She wore the biggest and brightest smile when she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

“C’mon, slowpoke! We gotta go! Move those short legs of yours!” Leila beamed, grabbing my duffel bag with her open hand. Before I could retort, I was ushered into standing and walking towards the luggage area.

“Alright, eager one, slow down a bit?” I asked through a huff. Only two months off of the cheer team and away from drama and I’m already bent out of shape.

Leila threw my duffel bag and her own suitcase onto the conveyor belt and so I followed suit.

This...this entire experience was moving faster than I expected.

*

*

The plane ride wasn’t really all that exciting. Just Leila falling asleep on me, like I expected. Throw in a couple packs of peanuts, a dash of watching Dirty Dancing and Grease religiously, and a sprinkle of a baby’s obnoxious tantrum...and you end up with the definition of a typical plane ride.

Woo, college. Already kicking off with such an exciting start.

*

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We were about thirty minutes out from The Big Apple when Leila finally woke up from her sleep. I felt my shoulder lighten and then felt the instant soreness from the five and a half hour flight.

“How’d you sleep?” I asked, busying myself by pausing Dirty Dancing on its second playthrough. Of course it was right as Baby started to awkwardly dance down the staircase and onto the bridge.

Leila’s response didn’t come when I thought it would, so I looked over to see if she fell back asleep on the plane’s wall. To my surprise, I saw that her eyes were glued to a figure a few seats over. 

The girl who sat there had this gorgeous auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her black headphones stood out against her pale complexion and revealed the slightest trace of taupe freckles scattered about her cheeks. Also from the girl’s side profile, you could just barely see the tint of matte black lipstick on her lips.

A gentle but teasing smile formed when I looked back over at a wide-eyed Leila, her cheeks now starting to redden with embarrassment.

“See someone you like over there?” I asked, softly nudging her arm with my own. She cleared her throat and blinked rapidly before turning her attention to me.

“I thought she was snoring?” Leila stammered, now rubbing her tired eyes. I looked back over at the girl - her head bobbing slightly to whatever she’d been playing on her laptop - and let out a laugh.

“Sorry to break it to you, Leila, but she’s completely awake.”

Leila whipped her head back around to see and then let another deep blush cover her cheeks. It was hard to notice against her olive skin, though it deepened enough to see from miles away.

“Okay, um, she was snoring a little bit ago. I swear on your life.” Leila said, pressing her hands to hide her bright red cheeks. 

I let out another laugh. She had never let herself get this flustered...ever. This was so rare that I’d only ever seen it once and that was back in high school. Leila locked eyes for a solid twenty seconds with a junior guy named Michael Harrison at lunch during our freshman year. She couldn’t stop blushing or stuttering for the rest of the day, and that’s not mentioning the dejected look she had when Michael walked out of the building with an unfamiliar girl on his arm after school.

As expected, Leila only responded to me with her notorious deadly side glare.

“Shut up right this instant, Charlotte Parker.” She hissed between her gritted teeth.

Did I listen? Of course not.

“Looks like Miss Maciel has been struck by Cupid’s arrow...” I teased, dramatically leaning into her lap with my hand against my forehead. She grumbled and leaned her head on her palm, looking out the window. After I sat up, I could see her brown eyes flit over in the girl’s direction every once in a while and couldn’t hold back my smile. Not teasing, but happy.

I knew that wistful look in her eye well enough to know that she’d been enamored.

*

*

The plane landed at about seven in the evening. Before getting off the plane, I looked over to the girl. She was frantically putting her computer away in it’s decorated case. I saw a patch with the familiar NYU bobcat...right next to another patch with the name “Skye” in this sort of horror-ish calligraphy.

Huh.

“I think her name is Skye,” I said, leaning in to whisper to Leila, “and I think she’s going to NYU.”

Leila glanced over as she stuffed her neck pillow (that she never used) in her bag.

“Cool. Um...Skye, you said?” Leila said, a blush blooming across her cheeks again. 

I’m seriously loving this.

“Yep, Skye. Maybe she’s a freshman like us?” I said. Leila bit her thin bottom lip.

“Maybe,” Leila said, a smirk crossing over her features, “just...maybe.”

*

*

Waiting for our luggage was so boring. I decided that it was even worse than waiting for our fight.

“Ah, it’s mine!” I heard a girl a few feet away from my tired figure cheer. She rushed forward to grab a gaudy pink suitcase bedazzled with fake gems. Leila pretended to gag next to me.

“Gross,” Leila sighed, though her eyes suddenly lit up, “hey, wait, those are our bags!”

She pointed toward a cluster of familiar bags on the conveyor.

“Ah! C’mon!” I stammered, rushing forward and grabbing them. We both started to laugh as we lugged them off.

“Jesus, this is heavier than I remember.” Leila huffed, lifting her bag onto her shoulder. I did the same, though almost toppled over because of the weight.

“Are we sure that these are ours?” I asked, unzipping the duffel bag to see my familiar coat. Relief flooded my features as I looked back at Leila.

Her face was a sickly greenish pale.

“Uh, Charlotte, this...this isn’t...” Leila stuttered, carefully shuffling through the bag. There were lots of black sweaters and lots of striped shirts. A couple pairs of ripped jeans, a few rock band tees along with an NYU sweatshirt...and a tag on the strap.

I reached out for the black tag on the strap and flipped it over. It read...

Skye...Crandall?

“Leila, remember that girl from the plane?” I asked, showing her the tag. Her face immediately fell, though I could see the flame of hope flickering in her deep brown irises.

“Oh. My. God.” Leila groaned, taking the tag into her hand. “You’re kidding. Charlotte, this seriously isn’t happening right now.”

Despite her panicked state, I laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

“I’m officially calling you Eliza Schuyler because you are helpless!” I giggled, doubling over. Leila loudly sighed.

“No, no no no...” Leila whispered, zipping the bag closed, “how are we going to find her now? I bet she left already with my bag.”

I sadly let my laughter subside as I wiped the humored tears from my eyes, being careful to not let my light layer of mascara run or smudge into a huge mess. That was the last thing I needed right now.

“Alright. Well, I think we should wait and see if your bag is still here. We don’t know for sure that she has it,” I stated, patting Leila’s shoulder, “but if it doesn’t show, we’ll track this Skye girl down and give her the right bag. Okay?”

Leila nodded, her face still contorted with a mixed emotion of annoyance and helplessness.

“Welcome to New York, where we lose your freaking bags and make you chase after freaking girls that you like,” Leila mumbled in a bad imitation of a New York accent, pinching the bridge of her slender nose.

“So you do admit it! Aww!” I cooed, booping her nose. She caught my wrist and gave me another glare, though this one was downright teasing.

“Shut it or I will mercilessly write on your face tonight with a Sharpie while you sleep,” Leila teased, “but let’s get going. We still gotta find our dorm and the sun’s already starting to set.”

I nodded and gathered up my stuff, taking another look back at the conveyor...

“Oh, everyone’s gone?” I questioned, my eyes scanning the now empty area around us. Leila rolled her eyes and started to drag me along towards the masses of people with her free hand.

“Yes, but now let’s go find this girl before I lose my mind. I need my bag and I can bet that she needs hers.”

[sentfromwolves]

oc prompt game .  ( queen of the meadows. uselessness / mars & laurel ) 

< hoes b4 bros >

hwa: mom

hwa: mom

hwa: mom

starmom: son wuat the fuck its 4am

hwa: o fuck i forgot timezones again

hwa: wait

hwa: why r u up ! !!  

hwa: MOM

hwa: go 2 SLEEP

starmom: no now im here and awake and alive enough whats up son

hwa: mom we need an intervention (go 2 sleep)

starmom: jesus christ

starmom: for who

hwa: mars said he wants 2 marry the dude from his plant class (seriously!! GO. TO. BED)

starmom: that class started literally 2 days ago

hwa: I KNO!!!!! (pls, mom, for the love of everyone around u and also me, get some sleep)

aspen groans and rolls over in his bed, peeling himself away from his sheets and staring groggily at his phone. it’s not unlike mars to get fleeting, would-be crushes on other green witches in his classes. usually he’ll ogle them for a day or two, wax poetic about their ass, and then move on. he’s a tall kid with a heart of goddamn gold, and wears every single emotion he ever owns on his sleeve. it’s caused trouble more than once, but generally he’s pretty good about loving, and realistic expectations, and knowing that you can’t marry a guy you met two days ago. frozen proved that much, if nothing else.

still, he cracks open the door to his room and sidles down the hall and peeks up the stairs. there’s no movement, but something clinks in the kitchen that connects to the living room, and he ambles in that direction, wondering what he’ll find. maybe yonghwa had also been texting cobalt, who is a habitual night owl. maybe cobalt is also in on this intervention thing too. after all, their witch bonds are stronger than most. when one of them feels something too strongly and doesn’t clamp down on it, often times the others will feel it too. and aspen knows that most of them have been feeling pretty ecstatic over the last few days, the stress mitigated by the unbridled adrenaline and raw energy of diving back into classes, into a sea of new faces and old as the new semester cracks open like an eggshell suspended above all of their heads.

what he finds isn’t cobalt hunched over the fridge with three popsicles sticking out of his mouth (a regular occurrence during summer). what he finds is mars draped over the living room couch holding his hand over his forehead dramatically, a spoon hanging from his fingers and a half-empty jar of gelato (his gelato, aspen realizes with a little bit of exasperation), looking like he’s ready to be painted by a young leonardo dicaprio.

“um,” aspen says, “you okay in there, buddy?”

“aspen,” mars says. “can you marry a guy you just met?”

goddamn it. they really do need an intervention.

“no, mars,” aspen says with all the patience of a man who just woke up at 4am because his witch family are being dumbasses. “you can’t marry someone you just met.”

“fuck,” mars says, and sits up. “okay, plan b.”

“plan b?”

“i’m gonna ask him on a date.” mars looks fiercely determined. so determined, in fact, that aspen breaks out into a laugh that threatens to wake cobalt up from his dead slumber upstairs.

“what?!” mars demands, his voice pitching high. “what’s so funny?”

“it’s just,” aspen says. “no, you know what? i’m not even going to say it. okay, so you’re gonna ask - “

“hot greenhouse man,” mars says dreamily.

“you’re gonna ask hot greenhouse man on a date,” aspen says. “cool. and how are you gonna do that?”

mars face drains of all color. because for all of his open-hearted adoration for people, his poetic compliments, his easily obtained sincerity, mars has never asked a person out before in his life. in the realm of dating, he’s as good as useless, and aspen’s gonna let him flounder a bit in the blind, desperate hope that he learns how to swim.

“i’m,” mars says, sputters, and says again, “i’m gonna figure that out. right. now.”

“cool,” aspen says, planning for the inevitability of mars chickening out by the time the sun has risen in the sky. “i’m going back to bed while you do that. wake me up when there’s breakfast being made.”

mars, in fact, wakes him up later on when breakfast is (rather poorly) made.

he also tells him that he knows hot greenhouse mans name courtesy of one of his rather nosy, gossipy friends.

his name is laurel. and aspen is worried he’s going to break mars heart.

***

aspen doesn’t have to worry for long.

the moment he meets laurel, he knows that this is as good as fate crashing into his living room floor and starting a forest fire. laurel has the fucking heart eyes of the century every time mars back is turned, and for all of their early floundering, he’s a good soul with a cute smile and (currently) light blue hair that fluffs up to minty green whenever he gets excited or happy.

however, there is one big problem. the biggest fucking problem in aspens world. something that keeps him up late at night, staring at his ceiling, asking the universe how two people can be so stupid that it’s almost funny for everyone involved except it really isn’t because how is he, the good samaritan stuck between a rock and two love-struck people so dumb about the feelings of the other that they don’t even know how to act, supposed to sleep soundly when he can’t knock the minute amount of sense into his best friends head to do the right thing?

the right thing, of course, being to ask one another on a date.

“three months,” yonghwa says on the phone with him one night. “aspie, it’s been three months and neither of them have asked each other out?”

“i know,” aspen moans, hitting his head against his desk, hands in the air. “i know! they’re both like, oh wow, look at this beautiful friend i made. and then mars waves him out of the house, turns around, and starts screaming because he’s so fucking in love! how can he not just - just ask him out? how is this hard?”

“listen,” yonghwa says, “i’ve seen one whole picture of them together and i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone look at mars the way laurel looks at mars. that guys whipped. and he’s not even gonna ask him out?”

“they’re dense, hwa,” aspen bemoans, lifting his head. “dense as bricks. denser than bricks. it’s like the cauldron gave them all the good looks in the world and then was like, hey you know what? good looks? well then i guess you can’t have any braincells around each other!”

“could you,” yonghwa asks, “could you like, give them a nudge? a push? a kick in the ass? throw them off a cliff.”

“i’ve tried everything,” aspen says, and looks up at his computer screen. yonghwa is bent over, painting his toenails as he speaks, the glittery polish he’s using apparently magically scented with blackberries and vanilla. “i straight up said, now is your chance mars, go ask him out! and he just looked at me like this deer in headlights. what if he says no, he said. what kind of bullshit!”

“useless,” yonghwa says, blowing on his big toe. the enchanted blow dryer aspen had sent him for christmas dances around his head, drying out his recently dyed silver-purple hair. “i wish i was there. i would just do it for them.”

“i wish you were here too,” aspen says, breaking from his complaints to let his words flow with genuine fondness. “i’m excited for when i can finally have you back here for real. i miss you.”

“i miss you too, aspie,” yonghwa says, and smiles up at him through the camera. “it’s only a while longer. and then the whole family will be together.”

“not quite,” aspen grumbles. “laurel should be part of this family. hell, he spends enough time over here that he should be on my chore wheel.”

“ah yes, the chore wheel,” yonghwa says sagely. “you should just add him. maybe they’ll finally get the hint.”

“no,” aspen says. “they’re both fools in love. i really don’t know what to do.”

yonghwa tilts his head thoughtfully.

“maybe,” he says, “they just need to suffer a bit more, and then they’ll figure it all out.”

“maybe,” aspen replies, but he really doesn’t think so, but he pulls all of his blind hope and shoves it into that one, tiny word.

***

one month later, aspen snaps.

it starts on a friday afternoon, when he hears the door bang open and closed, and a wail reaches his room where he’s trying desperately to finish a lit essay while talking with emerson about latin translations and books that he wants to set on fire.

“i gotta go,” aspen says, glancing behind him at his door.

“gotcha,” emerson, “wanna come over and dramatically recite shakespeare with me while i pretend to care about grading these papers?”

“please,” aspen says, “i think i’ll need it.”

“cocoa or tequila?” emerson asks knowingly. “or do you want some sort of bliss tonic? I think we have some leftover from the party.”

“cocoa,” aspen says, “i love you. talk to you later.”

“doors unlocked!” emerson calls after him before he ends the call.

in another life, aspen thinks, he’d ask emerson out on a date. but harper is madly in love with him, and aspen is madly in love with harper, and so he stays out of both of their paths, knowing better than to get in the way of something that could be wonderful for the two of them.

sighing, aspen closes his laptop, stands up, and prepares for the worst.

mars is on the kitchen floor.

aspen fights two spontaneously grown thorn bushes, a snapper plant that descended from the ceiling to eat his hair, and three rows of angry, bushy cactuses that have since surrounded the open dishwasher and its surroundings with all the grace he can muster.

mars doesn’t so much as move or bat an eyelash at him when he comes to stand at his head. he’s face down on the granite, arms splayed out in front of him, and he looks, quite frankly, like he’s just keeled over and died in the middle of the day.

aspen does the nice thing.

he kicks him (gently) in the head.

mars lets out a pathetic cry.

“what happened,” aspen says, and it’s not a question.

the only other time mars poisoned the whole kitchen with toxic plants, it had been because someone had called him a giraffe and he’d cried all the way home. he’d been seventeen at the time.

mars rolls over onto his back and stars up at aspen. he’s on the verge of tears.

“oh my god,” aspen says, crouching down. “baby.”

“aspen,” mars croaks. “i’m a dumb person.”

“oh my god,” aspen says. “no you’re not, mars. tell me what’s wrong.”

he sits down gingerly, ignoring the cactuses around them, and mars scoots up a little so he’s laying with his head in aspens lap as aspen brushes his fingers through the boys hair.

“i really like laurel,” mars says, like it hasn’t been painfully obvious for four months now. “like, really, really like him.”

“yes,” aspen says. “i know.”

“cool,” mars replies, staring glassy eyed at the ceiling. “so today, i go into the greenhouse early because like, i’m planning to give him this cactus i found down at the gardens to laurel, because the needles don’t hurt at all and make little bubbles when you tickle the head.”

“okay,” aspen says.

“and there he is,” mars says, lifting his hands to the ceiling like he’s looking at heaven and laurel is up there somewhere too. “beautiful. haloed in light. perfect. the most amazing guy i’ve ever been blessed with. and he’s getting kissed by some other dude.”

okay, that’s a hold up. laurel? kissing another man?

“are you sure?” aspen asks.

laurel has been madly in love with mars for months. this story doesn’t make any sense.

“yes!” mars exclaims. “like, the cutest fucking gesture and he’s just sitting there, laughing as it happens! and i’m sitting there with this stupid cactus like, oh! that’s why he never asked me out. he must’ve been like, dating this hot dude this entire time and was just taking - what, i don’t know - pity on me or something! i look stupid.”

mars actually wails at this.

“i’m a dumbass!”

aspen frowns.

“no,” he says, leaning down to kiss mars forward. “you’re absolutely not a stupid person, mars. you’re the best, sweetest, greatest person i know. and if that’s really true - which i’m not saying it is - then laurel is missing out on something incredible.”

“but i don’t want him to miss out,” mars says, and sobs.

“i know,” aspen says, immediately planning either murder or the biggest fucking Mom Talk he’s ever going to have in his life. “i know, baby. you’re the best thing i’ve ever had in my life. and you deserve the stars.”

***

the stars hiss at aspen the moment laurel makes it into their front garden, telling him hurriedly that the boy he’s been waiting on to arrive is finally here.

aspen checks his watch.

cool, three hours since mars breakdown.

enough time for aspen to school all of his emotions into neat little lines and prepare for whatever the fuck is about to happen downstairs. as requested, cobalt is diligently distracting mars upstairs with video games and an ongoing call with yonghwa, who’s hollering memes at them while dancing to the ponytail song aggressively.

aspen goes downstairs and opens the door.

laurel is standing on his porch looking wildly out of breath.

“is mars here?” he asks, all of his words blending together into one massive slur.

“amazing,” aspen replies. “you’re both useless.”

laurel freezes.

“um,” he says, very eloquently. which is great, because aspen doesn’t have time for him to go on any sort of ramble that dodges the point. aspen’s nonexistent love life might be a hot garbage fire that he’s given up controlling, but he’s not about to let mars go down in flames over what he hopes and prays is a misunderstanding of cosmic proportions.

“no,” aspen says, shutting laurel’s mouth with an audible click. “nope. don’t talk, laurel. it’s my turn. i get to talk now. mars is upstairs, by the way. my kitchen is a nightmare. and if this conversation doesn’t go right, i’m going to make you clean every single cactus out of my dishwasher before you leave.”

“what?” laurel asks, dumbly.

“listen to me very carefully,” aspen says. “mars likes you a lot. he might even love you, and for mars, that’s a monumental thing. he’s wanted to ask you out since he met you. he’s so far down the rabbit hole of affection for you that i don’t think his heart has room for literally anything else.”

laurel sits there gaping like a fish out of water. jesus christ - had he really been so dumb?

aspen tries to boil down every strand of exasperation in him.

“today,” he says, “even after months of friendship, you kissed someone else in front of him.”

“i - what?”

“don’t ‘i - what’ me, mars was crying on my kitchen floor for two hours because of this,” aspen says. “if you really didn’t notice that he was madly interested in you and you were just wanting to be friends, then i might be able to forgive that when mars recovers. and that’s a big if. but if you were leading him on, thinking it was cute to have him fawn over you while stringing him along, i will personally - “

“waitwaitwait,” laurel says, loudly, holding out his hands. “wait, aspen! please!”

aspen frowns at him, in what he hopes is his best scolding mom stare.

“you have five seconds,” he says, “go.”

“this is a whole, big, wild misunderstanding!” laurel says, so loudly his voice has to carry out through the whole house. “the guy that kissed me was one of my old frat brothers! he was just coming by to say hi! he’s got a girlfriend and a boyfriend for godsake! it was just - just platonic. i don’t feel that way about anyone but mars! i’ve wanted to marry that guy for months now. literally marry him! i’ll even get down on one knee - “

laurel is jumping down onto the ground before aspen can stop him, even as he rushes forward, trying to stop this mess of a man from also destroying his house with blooms of crazy fucking plants. he can already see the dirt around his front yard sifting, little tendrils of greenery poking on through.

“laurel!” aspen says, loudly. “laurel, please - “

“i love him!” laurel shouts. “please, aspen. i really love him! can i see him? i can explain it all, really, i just want to see - “

“laurel?”

aspen turns around.

mars is standing in the hallway, illuminated in the soft gold of the fairy lights floating around the ceiling, swimming like snakes above their heads.

he looks stunned and a little bit awkward, his massive cardigan slouching off of his shoulders, hair a mess, eyes tear-streaked and nose rudolf-red.

“mars,” laurel says, from his kneeling position in front of aspen. “mars.”

he stands up and aspen moves out of the way. laurel crosses the hall to mars and without hesitation, takes mars face in his hands and kisses him hard on the mouth.

aspen feels like he’s part of a korean drama. he thinks he must be at the season finale, because how could anything in his life get more dramatic than this?

“oh my god,” cobalt says from the stairway, holding his phone up and videotaping the entire thing. “they really are useless in love.”

aspen knows he should say something, because the whole hallway is filling with cherry blossoms and red roses, massive lilies and blooming sunflowers. but for a moment, he just sits down hard, and agrees with cobalt’s assessment. mars and laurel are useless in love.

but their love is more gorgeous and brilliant than anything aspen has ever seen before.

and how could something so beautiful be useless at all?

come ask my flower prompt questions here!

[kimjongdaely]

The Wizarding World of EXO [Chapter 7: Oh Sehun and the Dementor’s Kiss]

Hogwarts!AU

All EXO members

Summary: Welcome to the Wizarding World, ten years after the Second Wizarding War. Now, nine students at Hogwarts each have their own story to tell, secrets to discover and identities to grow.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│Chapter 6│ Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│Chapter 11│Epilogue

Oh, there she is again.

Sehun tries hard not to roll his eyes into another dimension as he sees her walk by. It feels like wherever he goes, she’s always there—sarcastic remarks and all. For two years now it seems like she has locked her eyes on him as someone to bully and tease. He’s never done anything to her before, and yet somehow she loves to pick on him.

He begins to look for a way to go around and avoid her. He is not in the mood to hear her speak today.

“Oh, look who’s here?”

Sehun mentally groans, turning towards her with a scowl, not amused by her pun—a pun which she says literally every time they meet. “What do you want?”

She bats her eyelashes innocently, giggling along with her friends. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about you’re such a disappointment.”

Sehun growls, eyes narrowing dangerously on her. “You’re not the one to judge if I’m a disappointment or not.”

“No.” She agrees easily with a hum. “But I bet your family is. I overheard your brother saying something about you being a disappointment a few days ago in the Slytherin common room.”

That certainly hit a nerve. Being a pureblood from a family of Slytherins, it was definitely a big surprise when he ended up in Hufflepuff instead. His family gave him the cold shoulder and treated him passive-aggressively for months before he decided to just stop going home during breaks altogether. Instead, he often went to Junmyeon’s house, since he’s like a brother to him.

“You know what?” Sehun seethes out, hand in his robe pocket, hold tight on his wand. “Slither out of this.” Before anyone in the courtyard could react, he has is wand out pointed at the ground in front of her, yelling, “Bombarda!”

The ground explodes, eliciting a shriek from her and her friends as they back away immediately, arms up to shield themselves from the blow.

Sehun grins, smug as he slips his wand back into his robe.

“Oh Sehun!”

Not so smug anymore.

He flinches at the harsh tone, turning to see a handful of professors hurrying over, with Professor McGonagall leading the small team. She looks furious, the wrinkles on her face deep. “How could you use an Exploding Charm on a fellow classmate?”

“I-I didn’t hurt her.” He stammers, heart pounding as he takes a tentative step back.

“But you could have.” Her tone is taut. “Detention.”

“Yes.” He whispers, head hanging low, “I’m sorry.”

Professor McGonagall turns sharply towards her, who is frozen in place with shock. Professor McGonagall narrows her eyes on the Slytherin. “Young lady, you will join him in detention.”

“What?” She squeaks, eyes wide. “But—”

One stern look from Professor McGonagall and she screws her mouth shut, a pout appearing on her lips.

“I can’t believe this.” She scowls, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she continuously glares at Sehun. “I’m stuck in detention with you.”

“Right,” Sehun rolls his eyes. “Like I want to be here with you.”

She huffs, though she stays pleasantly quiet after that. No mean remarks, puns, insults. Sehun should feel pleased, and yet he finds it rather strange, and he couldn’t help himself from glancing at her time to time.

“Yeh kids always gettin’ trouble.” Hagrid says as he walks in front of them, lantern in hand and Fang by his side. “Yeh like spendin’ time with me, don’t cha?”

“Yeah,” Sehun rubs his arm, feeling a chill as they go deeper into the Forbidden Forest. “Love to.”

Hagrid lets out a rumbly laugh, hugging his belly. “Well, alright. Heard there’s an injured unicorn around ‘ere. Go find it and bring it back. Take Fang with yeh and be safe.”

“Wait, wait.” She whimpers. “You’re letting us go in alone?”

“Well, yeh got your wands, don’t cha?” Hagrid raises a bushy brow at her. “If somethin’ happens, Fang will let me know, won’t cha, buddy?” He affectionately rubs the dog’s jaw and the dog wags his tail in response.

“Uh…Okay, I guess.” Sehun rubs his neck, glancing over at her who looks a little too pale.

“Meet me back here in about an hour.” Hagrid says, waving them goodbye as he goes another direction. “Don’t get into trouble!”

After his big form disappears into the darkness, the two of them and Fang stand there awkwardly. Sehun isn’t sure what to do, but it’s very dark and Hagrid took the lantern, so he takes out his wand, whispering, “Lumos.”

She does the same, her voice trembling the slightest bit in the silence. Sehun frowns, using the light of his wand to take a better look at her. Her arms are tight around herself, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she glances around, her skin paler than usual.

Things click into place as Sehun lets out a smug grin. “Are you scared of the dark?”

She turns to him with a scowl, eyes narrowing dangerously. “No.”

“Really?” He chuckles. “Okay.” He lets go of the spell, making the tip of her wand the only light source. She yelps, and before he knows it, her can feel her hands around his arm, tight, her body pressed against his.

“No, please.” She whimpers, voice tiny. He can feel her trembling, her forehead pressed against his shoulder. “Turn it back on. Please.”

He’s surprised with this reaction. He thought she was scared, but not that scared. Obediently he uses the spell again, creating another light in the otherwise pitch black forest. “I guess we’ll have to stick together then.”

He feels her nod, and he begins to walk. It’s strange to be this close to her—she seems so helpless and powerless. She always seems so smug and superior, laughing at others.

But wait.

She only laughs at him.

Come to think of it, he’s never seen her be mean to anyone else before. He furrows his brows, getting more and more annoyed. He’s never done anything to offend her before. She has no reason to be so cruel towards him.

“Hey,” he starts, though his eyes search around. Fang is sniffing the ground for signs of the unicorn. “Why are you always so mean to me?”

She shuffles, her head moving and he supposes her cheek is now pressed against his shoulder. Her body is warm, an inviting feeling in the chilling forest.

There’s a long pause of silence, and Sehun rolls his eyes. “Don’t tell me it’s something stupid like, ‘I just don’t like you’ or ‘your face annoys me,’ because I swear—”

“I’m sorry.” She whispers, and Sehun freezes in his tracks.

“…What?”

He tries to make out her features in the dark, and finds a pout on her lips, her cheeks puffed out almost cutely. “I said I’m sorry.”

Sehun is taken aback, not expecting that in the least. He expected a snarky, possibly stupid reason, not an apology. But still, he huffs, “Oh, what? You think a simple ‘I’m sorry’ will make everything better?”

“I didn’t—” She sighs. “I don’t hate you. Honest.”

“Right. I suppose you love me then. Is that why you try to crush my self-esteem every single waking moment?” He asks sarcastically. He never thought he would be able to talk to her like this before. It’s quite a bizarre experience.

“I—” She stutters out. “Fine. Don’t believe me.” To his surprise, she pulls away and stomps off, her form disappearing into the trees.

“Hey, wait up!” Sehun calls, running after her quickly, trying not to lose her. It would be terrible if they get separated. He finds her at the edge of a pond, sitting on the rocky ground with her legs tucked up against her chest. She looks unbelievably sad, pained, and he’s never seen such expressions on her before.

Perhaps he never tried to understand her.

He sighs, shifting his weight and wondering if he should go to her. Maybe he could sit down next to her and just talk. Like civilized people. Like friends even.

And then all his doubts are silenced when he sees something shifting in the darkness. Something even darker than the shadows.

His heart leaps to his throat, as he breaks into a run, screaming, “Get away! Run!”

Fang barks loudly, growling at what seems like nothing but Sehun knows better. She looks startled, scrambling up but she won’t make it. With a burst of energy, he jumps at her, pushing her away just as the Dementor reaches him.

Ice.

He felt ice in his very bones, clamping around him in an iron grip. He tries to move, but cannot. Everything around him fades into a white mist, fogging up his mind and he cannot think. He’s terrified, unable to even breathe.

Am I going to die?

“Look.” He hears a familiar voice in the distance—his. But not really his, this voice sounds smoother, deadlier. Through the mist he sees himself, his hair darker, eyes an endless void and a wide, malicious smile. The other Sehun holds out his arm, slowly rolling up his sleeve.

Sehun already knows what he will see.

The Dark Mark. The symbol of a snake coming out of the mouth of a skull tattooed permanently in his arm.

“Look,” the other Sehun says with a smile, caressing the mark. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

No. Sehun wants to yell, struggling with all his might against the Dementor’s hold on him, against the fears of his own mine. No!

“Expecto Patronum!”

Sehun gasps, feeling reality rush back to him. His wand is pointed at the Dementor, and a blinding white, gleaming wolf is in front of him, growling at the dark creature. In a flash, the wolf bounds, attacking the Dementor with its teeth and claws. The Dementor backs away immediately, blending back in with the dark forest.

The wolf stills, turning towards Sehun for a moment before it loses its shape and disappears as well, leaving everything pitch black.

“Sehun, Sehun!”

He groans, head spinning. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself in a large room…the Hospital Wing.

“Oh thank goodness.” A familiar voice breathes out in relief, and before he could blink, she has her arms wrapped around him tightly, her head pressed against the crook of his neck. “Thank goodness you’re alright.”

He’s baffled by this behavior, even more so when he feels his heart skip a beat. Awkwardly and shyly, he wraps his arms around her as well, pulling her close. “What…What happened?”

“You were attacked by a Dementor.” Madam Poppy Pomfrey answers, coming over to his hospital bed and letting out a small smile. Sehun feels her pull away instantly, her face slightly red afterwards as she sinks back into her seat. “I heard you used the Patronus Charm. Very admirable indeed—only Harry Potter was able to use that charm at such a young age. How did you know about it?”

“I—” He flushes. “I researched…you know, just in case.”

“Well it’s a good thing you did.” She says, handing him something. “Here, have some chocolate.”

He accepts it gratefully, popping it into his mouth and letting the sweetest take over his tastebuds. She looks at him with concerned eyes, and he manages to flash her a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“You saved me.” She whispers, tears glistening in her eyes. “Thank you. You almost died because of me.”

“You’re welcome.” He answers. He actually doesn’t remember much, since his body reacted on its own.

“When you were kissed by the Dementor…what did you see?” She asks softly, carefully. “When you were unconscious, you looked in pain. You looked terrified. Can you tell me?”

Sehun looks away, though he knows he can’t run away from his fear. He needs to face it head on, and perhaps telling someone might help with that. And for some reason, he doesn’t feel bothered to be telling her.

“I…” He starts, sighing. “Well, you know how my family are Slytherins, right?”

She nods.

“And Slytherins are often associated with Dark Magic or Lord Voldemort.” He lets out a lopsided smile, hoping he hasn’t offended her. He chokes out the next words. “I saw…I saw myself…with the Dark Mark. I’ve always been terrified that I would become a Dark Wizard. I don’t want that. So when I was put in Hufflepuff, it actually reassured me that I won’t ever become like that. Still…I can’t help but fear that maybe…maybe it will happen—”

“It won’t.” She cuts him off confidently. Then she looks down, brows furrowed and teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “I…I don’t hate you.”

“You said that already.”

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before whispering. “You were right. I love you.”

As soon as the words leave her lips, Sehun freezes. He stares at her with wide, shocked eyes, unable to believe what he heard. “What?”

She looks frustrated now, her hands clenched tightly into fists in her lap. “I love you. Two years ago…you saved me from a bully. I never thanked you for that.”

Sehun is absolutely speechless. “…So you decide to thank me and court me by also bullying me?”

She flushes, her lips pursing tightly. “I didn’t mean to! I don’t know why but I just couldn’t stop myself from saying all those things. Every time I see you I want to thank you and tell you how I really feel, but every time I open my mouth I end up saying the meanest things.” A tear falls from her eyes, shocking him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I really…I really hate myself. I hate how I act in front of you. You must hate me so much.” She buries her face in her hands, a sob escaping her lips. “And yet you still saved me. I’m such an idiot.”

“Whoa, whoa.” Sehun tries to soothe her, tentatively placing a hand on her shoulder. “I…I don’t hate you either.”

She sniffs, raising her head from her hands, tears swimming in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. “Really?”

Sehun nods, repeating, “I don’t hate you.” And it’s true. He hated the fact that she was always mean to him, but despite hating the things she says to him, he doesn’t hate her. It’s strange, because only a few hours ago he would’ve said he hated her without hesitation. Yet when he saw her in danger, he couldn’t help but push her out of the way, regardless of the consequences he would face.

No, he doesn’t hate her at all.

“You were always mean to me.” Sehun starts slowly, and her lip wobbles as she nods, head hanging in shame. “You always hurt my feelings. But,” he lets out a small smile, pressing his forehead against her and he hears her let out a gasp, “I don’t hate you.”

And then he presses his lips to hers.

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[amphxtrite]

Omg can I please get a male golden era harry potter ship?

My name is Kelsey, I am a slytherin, 5’8, I have dark brown shoulder length hair and pale skin. I also have hazel eyes and long eyelashes, bushy brows, long legs, a slim hourglass? figure, and finally, a few small tattoos (which all symbolizes meaningful messages/people in my life) on my collarbone, underboob, and arms. Although, like a true slytherin, I have a pretty sarcastic/cocky sense of humor/persona, I’m actually a very thoughtful and loyal person. I may seem mean and quiet at first glance but I promise if you get to know me I am the type of gal who will do anything if it means standing up for what I feel is right. My hobbies include listening to music, hanging with friends, or aka us messing around and having long conversations late and night, and painting/drawing. Also, I am big on my style and tend to dress in an odd mixture of both cottage core and grunge/alt clothing. My biggest downfall is my trust issues from past relationships which causes me to keep my feelings in and not want to open up to anyone. I am hoping for a guy who will truly make me feel special and treat me like his entire world. I also secretly love a good cheesy romance, like the typical calls me beautiful each day and randomly brings me flowers type stuff. Like, in public I may not seem like the type of person to be all gushy in a relationship but trust me, when I really love the person I will cherish them to the end, hoping they feel the same.

Thank you so much <3

I ship you with...

George Weasley.

how you two would meet.

George watches from afar as the girl with hazel eyes and brown hair doodled on a piece of parchment not to far from him in the library, he couldn’t help but watch as you eyelashes fluttered when you blinked or how your tattoos seemed to dance on your skin when ever you lifted your arms to stretch.

Your green tie hung low on your neck as you doodle over your potions assignment, fighting to keep your eyes open as you attempt to figure out Snape’s assignment for the day.

Something pulls your attention away from your parchment. A boy with red hair and brown eyes, leaning on his arm and staring right at you, with a soft look in his eyes and a resting smile. Quickly turning back around you blush to yourself, finding your resting frown immediately disappearing.

A shuffle of foot steps has you throwing your face up again, but at the sound of a deep voice, you can feel yourself melt.

“Hi there, I-I’m George.” He states, pulling up a chair next to you and sitting down.

“I just wanted to say I really like your tattoos, they’re so cool! I’ve always wanted to get them, but my mums always been a bit strict about it.” He laughs, lightly shaking his head.

Your face lights up and your smile widens.

“Thank you, and I’m sure your mum will let you soon, plus you can always hide them.” You smirk, placing down your quill and turning to face George.

“Well you’re rather sneaky aren’t you...” He pauses.

“Kelsey, my name is Kelsey.” You reply, shaking the boys hand.

“That’s a beautiful name darling. Say would you like to hang out this weekend? My brother’s stuck in detention and I just met the most beautiful girl.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow as a pink blush surfaces on his face.

“I’d love to Georgie.”

He loves your sarcasm and find it super attractive when you stand up for your friends or deal with bullies.

He’d find it hilarious and cute that you’d go from being all cocky in public to just melting in his arms.

“Hello beautiful.” every morning as your face heats up and he smirks.

“George we’re in the middle of class.”

“Does it look like I care, my love?”

He thinks your style is adorable and badass, and he even lets you dress him sometimes.

George notices you’re rather hesitant at the date and he does his best to make you feel confident in him. He holds you when you’re upset, paints with you, stays up into the early hours of morning talking to you about anything and everything, and even watches your romance movies on your muggle devices.

“Georgie, you’ve got paint on your face.”

“Does it look good?”

He actually cries when he watches those movies with you.

“But-why couldn’t he come back?? Where is he?”

“George, it’s just a movie, everything will be okay.”

“You wouldn’t leave me like that would you?”

“Of course not George, come here.” You sigh, opening your arms and allowing the crying gryffindor into your arms.

Fred is rather skeptical at first when he sees his brother with a slytherin, but as time goes on and he sees your personality and how happy you make his brother he loves you like a sister.

As time goes on and George thinks he’s finally proven his trust to you, he takes you out on the fields for a picnic and like the cheesy sap he is captures you into his arms and dips you low.

“Kelsey, darling. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Took you long enough, yes!” you try to be sarcastic, but your emotions spill through and you hold onto George with love and hope.

George kisses you for the first time that night muttering loving words and secret promises. Your heart swells with joy and your lips immediately respond, moving in sync with your lover.

“Kelsey, you’re a dream come true.” George murmurs against your lips as you pull apart.

Here you go! I hope you like it I had so much fun writing it!🤍🤍

[imagineromanreigns]

Summer Love (Sequel 2 H.I.S.M.A)

Can you do a part 2 on how I spent my anniversary? 

can you do a sequel? please with chocolate on top!

this def needs a part 2

The clock finally struck 4:00 PM and I was out of the door. I didn't bother to stay for the staff lunch or even acknowledge it was going on. There was somewhere special I wanted to go, and I've been waiting long enough! After pulling out of the parking lot, I tuned into my favorite radio station. My phone started to ring with one of my coworker's name on the screen.

"Nope." I mumble and put my phone on airplane mode.

Two hours later, the smell of BBQ seeped through my vents as I neared the parking lot. As I neared closer, it looked full. Crap. There were even vehicles parked in lines down the road. I came to a sudden halt when a round, curly redhead waved her short arms. My eyes lit up with a face splitting smile. It was Maggie!

"Hey, Candace! Pull in over here, darlin! Take that curve down until you reach the back of the bar."

I nod and drove through the opened gate. Once I parked, a red four wheeler roared down the road and stopped behind my truck. Maggie was holding on to a tall, thin man with a bushy grey mustache. She hopped off and immediately pulled me into a big hug. I hugged her with the same strength, as we said how much we've missed each other.

"It took long enough, hot stuff!" She perched her hands on her hips.

"I know! We don't have spring breaks, so I had to wait all the way until the summer."

"Well, I'm so glad you came. And uh," she looks back at the bar, "he still doesn't know." She winks.

I started to get excited all over again. "Oh, good! I can't wait to see him."

"I can't wait either! I've been anxious all day for this moment." She turns to the driver, "Chuck, this is Candace. My little friend I told you about."

Chuck hops off the four wheeler, grabbing my extended hand. "Nice to meet you, beautiful." He kisses my hand. "How was the drive?"

"Thank you, it was peaceful." I smile warmly.

"Sounds alright," he nods. "Well, you're just in time for some good BBQ."

"Oh, yes! Get out of those business clothes and get comfortable. Put your things behind the bar, then meet us on the patio." She kisses my cheek before heading off with Chuck up the road.

I grab my bag from the backseat and hurry into the bar. I change in the bathroom: jean shorts, converse, tank top, and a plaid button down that I left open. I graze through the thick crowd until I make it to the bar, where I place my bag in a cabinet. As I near the patio, I see him holding a beer to his lips before laughing at something. To his left was another familiar face, his friend, Charlie. Without guessing, I'm sure he was responsible for that laugh. Charlie looked in my direction with surprise as I stepped on to the patio.

"Shhh." I put my finger up and catch him nod with a smirk.

Once I was close enough with the smell of seasoned meat swooning my nostrils, I spoke. "Please tell me you haven't run out of those steak burgers yet?"

"Just laid down another round—," he turned around, "oh shit!"

I bat my eyelashes all bashful. "Hey, Joe."

He put the spatula down and hauled me into a big bear hug. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, breathing in the scent of smoke and body wash. A juicy kiss was planted on his cheek, as he returned one on my forehead.

"Don't tell anyone, but I've missed you." He says low against my forehead.

I giggle, finally allowing myself to let him go. "Likewise."

"Well, well. Hello again, gorgeous. Thought his ugly face scared you off." Charlie gives me a hug and peck on the cheek. "Happens to me all the time."

"Yet you still keep coming back around." Joe flicks his middle finger up.

Charlie shrugs, "the cost of not having any other friends, mate." He takes a swig of beer.

"Sounds like a bromance to me." I raise a brow at Joe.

Joe wrinkles his face, "Dreadful."

"Oh sure now that Candace's back, you don't find me desirable." He playfully sighs, "I get it. Guess I'll be on my way. All by my lonesome."

"Much appreciated," Joe nods his beer bottle as Charlie laughs and walks off.

I shake my head at the playful banter. "You too are adorable."

"Not as adorable as you are right now." He wraps an arm around my shoulder, kissing my forehead again. "This was a great surprise by the way. Now I see why Maggie was extra excited about today."

I place my hand on his wrist. "I know. I was worried she would get too excited and spill the beans by now."

He splashes marinade on the patties. "Nah, she's been keeping her cool this whole time. Straight poker face. But today I don't think she could control it any longer." He grins.

"May I?" My hand reaches for a juicy, steak patty in a tin pan.

"Wanna make sure they taste the same?"

"Absolutely!" I take a bite, instantly moaning.

"I take it they do." He laughs, looking down at my chewing mouth.

I just nod, taking another bite.

As the afternoon rolled into the evening, the guests were full of delicious BBQ and drunkenly singing karaoke. I've never laughed so hard in my life! So many deaf tone, off key singers and off beat rappers. But they were happy. Simply enjoying themselves at Joe's place. This added to my own happiness. As I casually glance back at the bar, where I last sat heartbroken and tipsy, two young women were being approached by two young guys. Their blushing was infectious, as the guys charmed them with their best game. Young love was being created right before my eyes.

"Alright, everybody! This song is going out to all of the lovers! Both single and taken!"

Everyone laughs at the small joke, as Maggie grabs the mic. “Jolene” by Dolly Parton starts playing and instantly the women were all revved up. One tipsy patron yelled out to Maggie to “SING THAT SHIT”, while others swayed their drinks in the air.

Joe’s arms draped over my shoulders, followed by a cheek kiss. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say my dear Maggie is really tipsy.”

“You know, it could be the only reason why she’d dedicate this song to all of the lovers.” I laugh.

We joined in with crowd, swaying and singing to the song. Every time Maggie sang the chorus, it sent Joe and me into hysterics. She would sing it with such passion and determination. Even though she’s been the only contestant so far who could actually sing, it didn’t stop us from laughing. The crowd gave a wild applause as Maggie ended the song and took a bow.

“Whew! That one does it to me every time!” Maggie spoke, “Is everybody having a good time?”

The crowd answers in ‘woohoos’, ‘Hell yeahs’, whistles and claps.

“I’m so glad to hear that.” She takes a napkin and wipes her face. “You know, we wanted to give you guys a special ‘Thank You’ for constantly keeping this bar afloat. To know that there’re so many people that come here from all different walks of life and leave in good spirits, it means so much to us.

“With that being said, I would like to give all of my love and appreciation right now to my young, handsome boss.” Maggie grabs a cup from someone in front of the stage. “Thanks, darlin.” She takes a sip, “Joe! Here’s to our four years and many, many more! I love you like my own son and you’ve been nothing but good to me. Cheers to Joe!”

The crowd send their drinks in the air, as they all look back at Joe with gratitude. I grab onto his arms, looking up at him with the same gratitude. He modestly put his hand up, smiling in appreciation. Then he blew a kiss at Maggie, in which she caught and placed over her heart. It was such a beautiful moment that I was honored to be apart of.

Maggie, Charlie, Chuck, and I began throwing away trash as the patrons were filing out. Joe was at the door bidding everyone a goodnight and thanking them for coming. When he was done, he joined us as we crowded the bar.

“Okay, guys. We can call it a night!” Joe claps his hands. “I appreciate y’all for cleaning up. Frank and his people will be in tomorrow morning to finish up with the floors and such.”

“Alright, mate. Get some rest. You did one helluva party!” Charlie and Joe slapped hands and hugged. “You too, gorgeous. Nice to see you again.” He kissed my cheek and hugged me as well.

A few seconds of us all bidding our farewells, we hauled out of the bar. Joe set the alarm and securely locked up. With my bag in one hand, he tossed his free arm over my shoulder.

“Ready?” He looks down at me.

“Yes sir.” I grin.

He drove us to his house in a comfortable silence, as the radio played Soft Rock. We turned down the road that led to his Bed & Breakfast. A smile crossed my lips. What a night we had there. We finally made it to his home that was behind the Inn.

“Welcome to your home away from home, Candace.” He looked over at me with a smile.

“Why, Joe. How thoughtful of you!”

He shrugs, “Well, ya know. What can I say?”

“Silly.” I shake my head on a smirk.

He unlocks the front door, letting me walk in first. It was just how I imagined: manly and tidy. It was almost too sophisticated to be a bachelor pad.

“It’s hard to believe that only a man stays here.”

Joe snorts, “I get that a lot. A man simply can’t have a clean, wholesome home?”

“It’s possible, but HIGHLY unlikely.” I retort. “It’s a beautiful home though. I’m a big fan of wooden interior, so that alone wins me over.”

“Thank you, Candace.” He wraps his arms around me from behind. “I’ve really, really missed you.” He spoke into my ear.

I closed my eyes on an inhale from those words. My head was glued to his chest and I felt his calm heart beat.

“I’ve missed you, too. Like crazy.” I began, “I thought I was being dramatic because it was only one night. But you made me feel so special and I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”

“No, you weren’t being dramatic. You made me feel the same way. It felt so natural with us that night.”

My eyes open at a thought. “Why didn’t you ask me for my number before I left?”

He sighs, “Honestly? I felt that I wouldn’t see you again. Yeah, we said that we’d see each other again but I didn’t believe it. You’re from the city. I figured there’s nothing here I have to offer you that’ll make you want to come back.”

I turned to face him. “That must’ve happened before?”

“Yep, a few times.”

“Well, as you see, I stand before you once again. I know it’s been a few months and I apologize for that. On top of not being able to take off from work like I wanted, I was still dealing with my breakups. I told myself that there wasn’t any way I would come back here with that baggage. I wanted you to see a happier me, not someone who was pitifully, broken-hearted. Not to mention, I also felt that you didn’t mean it when you said you wanted me to come back.”

“I understand wholeheartedly. You had to experience an unfortunate situation that would’ve gave anybody the blues. So don’t apologize for that.” His fingers twirl ends of my hair. “Plus, you’re a busy woman. I just figured that if it’s meant for us to see each other again, somehow, it’ll happen. But mark my words, Candace, I meant what I said. I wish now that I would’ve gotten your number. The sound of your voice would’ve given me less sleepless nights until I saw you again.”

I couldn’t resist it anymore. I planted a kiss on his lips, finally feeling restless from staring at them as the moved. Joe responded by engulfing me in his arms tighter, vigorously kissing back. My hands clasped his neck, pulling him more towards me. I dreamt of this moment since the day I left. I wanted to do this when he held me as we laid in front of the fireplace that night. My senses heightened for him, causing me to moan as we continued kissing. I pulled back to catch some air, while reigning in surprise at my actions.

“I’m so sorry!” I look up at him. “That wasn’t sup—oh!”

Joe effortlessly picked me up and pressed me against the wall. My neck was scorched in heated kisses.

“Joe,” I breathed.

After a few more kisses, he connected his forehead with mines. His chest was rising with every breath, eyes closed.

“Don’t you dare apologize.” He slowly peeled me from the wall and made sure my feet planted on the floor.

There was a moment. We just stood there facing each other not knowing what to say. The thick air was starting to settle around us. Our breathing was becoming steady. I still can’t believe I just did that. Was it the liquor from the BBQ that made me this bold? I didn’t think I drank that much. Or was it simply me making up for lost time? I don’t know where it came from, but I’m stuck between liking it and being totally horrified.

Joe cleared his throat, apparently trying to snap out of it as well. “Um, if you go down this way you’ll see my room on the left at the end. My bathroom is in there as well. So you can get settled in and shower if you want. I’ll go put on some coffee.”

“Sounds good. Um, thanks.” I nervously pick up my bag and head to his room.

After a quick hair wash and cleaning, I linger in the shower for a minute. The water felt amazing cascading down my skin. It just occurred to me that I’d been on the go since eight o’ clock this morning. I’m pretty sure it’smidnight by now. I turned the knobs off and climb out of the tub. The aroma of coffee beans filled the air. I could definitely use a cup right about now.

I let the coffee scent guide me into the kitchen. Joe was standing by the island going through his phone. He was now dressed in a white wife beater with loose burgundy pajama pants. His hair fell in damp tendrils and I could smell that body wash from earlier. He looked up from his scrolling with a grin.

“Everything good? I went ahead and used the guest bathroom for a shower as well.”

“Of course. It’d be much better once I get some of that coffee.” I grab a seat at the island.

“Coming right up.” He winked.

He poured two mugs of hot, black coffee. We added our own portions of cream and sugar.

I blew over the mug. “That was such a beautiful speech by Maggie tonight. I was almost in tears.”

Joe blushed, “Completely caught me off guard. She’s the greatest, I tell ya.” He takes a slow sip.

“She really is. If it wasn’t for her contacting my receptionist, I wouldn’t have known about the BBQ. You should’ve seen my face when I heard her voice!” I chuckle, “It was like an answered prayer. I truly couldn’t remember how to get back here. After all, I just drove last time and magically ended up at the bar.

I smile at the remembrance of our phone chat. “I missed her as well. She said she searched the internet nonstop for me until she finally came across the accounting firm.”

“I’m gonna have to give Maggie a raise for all of her hard work. She truly made my day, today.” Joe genuinely smiles. “By far the best surprise I’ve gotten.”

“Cheers to Maggie.” I lift my mug.

Joe clinks his with mines. “Here, here.”

I take a smooth sip of my coffee. “So how do you end your night after a busy day of running a bar?”

He bashfully answers and reaches his hand to me. “Come on, I’ll show you.

We approach glass doors that stood behind the kitchen table. He unlocked and slid one open, then led us onto a gigantic porch. He guided me to a reclined, patio chair. He grabbed my mug and placed it on the small night stand next to the chair. After he seated himself, he guided me down until I sat back comfortably on him.

“Look up at the sky.” Joe instructed.

I did so and was so astonished. “Oh my, look at those stars!” I gasped. “They’re so many.”

I’ve never seen the sky this beautiful in my life, ever! I could actually see the moon in all its full glory, just lightening up the several shades of black and blues in the sky. The stars were spread out like decorative ornaments. Their shimmers were undeniable.

“It’s a sight to see, isn’t it?” Joe chimed. “Sometimes I’m even left speechless. Looking up at these skies have gotten me through many tough times. All I have to do is stare up and breathe away everything that’s bothering me.”

“That’s exactly how I’m feeling right now.” I shake my head. “I’ve never seen the sky like this in the city. I’m almost jealous.”

“Don’t be, Candace. Just look at it this way: you now have a place to come and see it in this form whenever you’d like.”

I almost feel teary eyed. Joe was filling my heart up in ways I couldn’t imagine. Back home, an ideal date or romantic getaway would be an expensive thing. They weren’t ever this simple; a cup of coffee and gazing up at the stars. This was the most romantic thing I’ve ever experienced and I didn’t want it to end.

I gasp, “Is that a shooting star?!” My eyes spread wide at the white stripe zip through the sky.

Joe confirms with a cool grin. “That sure is. Hurry and make a wish.”

I wanted to shut my eyes like an excited child would to make a wish. But I was too amazed! When it was finally gone, I turned to face Joe.

“I’ve never seen a shooting star before!” I whispered, “That was so cool!”

He nods, “They appear all the time out here. I’ve been seeing them since I was a kid.” His hand glides vertically up my arm. “Did you make your wish?”

“Ugh, no. I was too excited to see it that I couldn’t close my eyes.” I pout.

“Well, you know you don’t have to close your eyes to make a wish with a shooting star.”

“Now you tell me!” I playfully slap his leg. “I take it you made your wish.”

“I surely did.”

“I want to tell you my wish.” I turn to face him, now sitting on his lap.

He sits up at attention and sets his hands on my thighs. “I’m all ears.”

I take a breath. “I thought back to when you said that you had nothing to offer a city girl. And I want to tell you how wrong you are. You’ve given me so much to appreciate and this is my second time seeing you. I’ve never had a man cook for me, actually listen to me, comfort me, and make me feel this way from simple things. Like drinking caffeine while star gazing. If this is what a country boy can offer me, then I’ll take all of it and more.”

I feel myself getting nervous, so I start to twist my fingers in my lap. Joe soon notices my nervousness and he rubs my thighs, coaxing me to take my time and relax.

“I say all of that to say I’d love to spend my summer with you, Joe.” I sigh victoriously, “That was my uh, wish.”

Joe stared at me for a moment, completely surprised at my statement. I almost regretted my declaration until my mouth was seized by his. They were so soft, kind, and sincere. When he grabbed my face, pulling back from my lips, his smile couldn’t have been more established.

“You’ve just made my wish come true, Candace.”

[thej13579]

Sora La Bouff (KH/TPATF Semi-Twinning)

After succumbing to the Power of the Waking, Sora finds a new friend in Charlotte La Bouff. But he soon finds himself succumbing to her desires.

Here's a story that I had planned for a while. This is actually part of my two year anniversary since I started writing here. I originally planned to have this paired with an unrelated Charlotte La Bouff TG story, but I decided to make this story part of a trilogy that will be released throughout March so I scrapped the unrelated story.

If you have any constructive criticism and feedback, feel free to comment or reblog.

Falling.

The last thing Sora remembered before he began falling was Kairi and then nothing.

As he continued falling, Sora began to see shapes forming. The area was beginning to resemble less the everlasting void he was in and more of a city. There were lights all around and people were celebrating. For what, the Keyblade wielder didn’t know. As Sora gently floated to the floor, he could see a sign.

“New Orleans?”

The keyblade wielder began looking around. It was now daytime. The place seems friendly, lively and upbeat. There were no Heartless around, thankfully.

What he found was a mud puddle, or rather he found his face right in said puddle. Must’ve forgotten to pay attention to the environment around him. Sora struggled to get up, the mud was tracking all over his clothes, getting dirtier as he pulled himself up.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Sora swept the mud out of his eyes to see a woman. She was wearing a pink flapper dress with a feather boa and a matching cloche hat. She looked fairly attractive with bright blond hair and a sweet smile on her face. Her hand extended towards the muddy teen.

“I’m fine,” Sora took the woman’s hand, allowing her to help him get up. “I dealt with worse. This is nothing to me.”

“Probably,” the woman shrugged. “But your clothes. They are so dirty.”

“It’s nothing,” Sora shrugged. “I can handle it.”

“Nonsense,” the pink-clad woman took Sora’s hand and began leading him down the road. “Muddy clothes are quite dreadful and you need a bath as well. You’re awfully filthy right now. We’ll get you all cleaned up at my house.”

As Sora was dragged through the city, the two approached a large house. They went inside and the Keyblade wielder could only look in awe at the fancy furniture and decorations throughout the area.

“That’s my place,” the woman said. “What do you think?”

“It seems like a nice place to live in,” Sora commented. “You’re rich, huh?”

“Yeah,” the woman nodded. “By the way, I never got your name.”

“I’m Sora,” the teen answered. “And you...”

“I’m Charlotte La Bouff,” the pink-clad woman answered back. “It’s nice to meet you, Sora. Now, let’s get you to my room.”

Charlotte wasted no time in dragging Sora over to her room. The Keyblade wielder was surprised at how girly it was. A large pink canopy bed, princess dolls and plushies filled Charlotte’s shelves alongside books of fairy tales and a wardrobe filled with princess dresses. It was a room fit for a princess… or more accurately, someone who adored princesses.

“Let’s find you something to wear.” Charlotte dashed over to her wardrobe and opened it up, allowing Sora to get a good look at the clothes on display.

“But the only clothes you have are…” It was then Sora put two and two together. “No. No way! I’m not wearing a dress!”

“It’s not all day,” Charlotte shrugged. “Just until your clothes are clean. I’ll arrange a maid to get those things all cleaned up. I doubt you want to wear these muddy clothes any longer than you have to.”

As much as Sora hated to admit it, he knew Charlotte was right. The mud on his clothes were starting to dry up, making them increasingly stiff and uncomfortable to wear. He may have to wear one of her dresses for the time being, but no one would have to see him in her clothes as far as he knew.

“I suppose I can borrow your clothes for a bit.”

“Wonderful!” Charlotte pointed to a nearby door. “The bathroom’s right here with everything you need. Knock when you’re done so I can give you your clothes. My clothes are too big for you, but I have some hand-me-downs that could fit you quite well. Toodles.”

Sora was quick to make his way into the bathroom. As the bathtub began to fill, he quickly took off his dirty clothes and went right into the tub.

He was quick to scrub off the dirt and any remnants of mud that got onto him personally. Cleaning himself up went smoothly even if he had to use Charlotte’s Berry Princessy shampoo and her Peachy Princess body wash in the process.

Sora looked down at his body as he dried himself off with a pink towel. He knew he was never a very hairy guy, but he noticed that all of his body hair had oddly disappeared while he was taking his bath. Maybe the Peachy Princess body wash was also some sort of that nair that he heard about?

“Probably not a big deal,” Sora stroked his leg. “But it’s still rather weird.”

Once he was done and completely dried, Sora ran up to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

“Um… I’m done.”

“Wonderful!” The door opened and Sora quickly found a bundle of clothes in his hands. “I bet these would simply make you look fabulous. Come out when you’re done.”

Charlotte quickly shut the door, leaving Sora alone with a bundle of her clothes. He set them down on a nearby dresser and went through each article of clothing: A pink bra and matching panties, a casual pink sundress, two-inch heels and a floppy sun hat to complete the ensemble.

Sora sighed. He knew he didn’t have a choice. He didn't have any spare clothes and the outfit Charlotte gave him is the only thing that could fit him at the moment.

It’s just clothes. It’s not like this was going to be permanent as far as Sora knew.

Besides, he had to admit that dress is kind of cute.

Once Sora was dressed, he turned to the bathroom mirror.

He had to admit that he looked better than he thought, but he still didn’t look great. His hair was spike-free from the bath he took earlier and it was covered by the sun hat. The dress fit fine on him, but he knew it was obviously meant for a woman; someone who had breasts and womanly hips, features Sora doesn’t have.

Sighing, Sora reluctantly left the bathroom, struggling not to trip in his heels. He couldn’t help but feel confused. He can jump buildings and he has light-speed reflexes. How is it that he can’t walk in these shoes?

When Sora stumbled out of the bathroom door, Charlotte was waiting for him. A smile crept up on her face.

“Oh, Sora,” Charlotte pulled the Keyblade wielder into a hug. “You look nice… what’s with the long face?”

“It’s just that I… feel silly.”

“Well, lucky for you, I know just the thing to fix that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte pushed Sora onto a chair and dragged it towards her vanity. “Nothing makes a girl feel pretty like a face full of makeup and I bet it’ll do wonders for you as well. Now then...”

All of a sudden, her hands were holding various makeup supplies - powder, lipstick, mascara, blush, a bunch of other things he doesn’t recognize at all.

“Let’s get you all dolled up.”

She descended on him like a hungry animal

An enormous cloud of face powder forms around him, making him cough and shut his eyes. Sora could hear Charlotte’s voice going a mile a minute as he felt various cosmetics being applied to his face.

“Those brows are too bushy and those lips need a little lipstick to be nice and kissable. I bet there are plenty of boys who would be dying to kiss you by the time we’re done. Oh-”

When he manages to open them again, he’s back in front of the mirror… and his face is now completely unrecognizable. Red lipstick has been applied to his lips, his eyelashes are longer and coated with mascara, he has subtle black eyeliner, his cheeks are pinker and his eyes are covered with blue eyeshadow. He looks down at his hands and his fingernails have been painted red and had extensions to boot. His ears even had pearl studs in them and his eyebrows were plucked into high, feminine arches. Completing the look was his hair which was styled exactly like Charlotte’s.

“What did I tell you,” Charlotte exclaims. “Don’t you look so much better with makeup?”

“I guess I do,” Sora admitted. While his body still looked a bit too masculine for the dress, his face looked beautiful. To him, it sort of looked like Barbie’s head and clothes were on Ken’s body.

“Now, since we still have plenty of time before your clothes are clean again, I think the two of us should have some nice tea together.”

Charlotte turned towards her bedroom door.

“Follow me.”

As the young woman proceeded to leave the bedroom, Sora looked down at his heels. He knew he didn’t want to trip and potentially injure himself, so he decided to emulate Charlotte’s movements as she could obviously walk in them without much trouble. He watched as Charlotte wiggled her hips and he could see her feet walking heel-to-toe. Sora proceeded to emulate both of those mannerisms and he found himself walking in heels with no trouble at all.

Sora quickly followed Charlotte down to the backyard patio where a butler was pouring some hot tea. He could feel a slight shiver as the wind gently passed through his hairless legs.

Charlotte quickly sat down, smoothing the skirt of her dress. Sora followed suit, taking care to follow Charlotte’s example. He didn’t want to wrinkle his dress. He knew Charlotte wouldn’t be too happy if he ran the risk of ruining it.

“You know, Sora,” Charlotte said. “Looking back on this whole thing, I feel like we developed a strong bond over these past few hours.”

“Really? I love making friends!”

“Well...” Charlotte nodded. “I feel like we’re more family.”

“I’m like a little brother to you?”

“More like a little sister,” Charlotte giggled. “After all, what little brother of mine wears dresses and makeup like you right now?”

“I suppose I do look the part. I look quite the girly girl, right?”

“Oh yes,” Charlotte nodded. “I can tell that you’re quite girly and I mean very, very girly. Why almost as girly as anyone can possibly be.”

“I’m not that girly,” Sora protested.

“But you are,” Charlotte rebutted. “I bet you love the dress that I let you borrow and don’t tell me that you weren’t smiling when I showed you the end result of your little makeover. I saw that.”

As much as Sora wanted to protest and as reluctant as he wanted to admit it, he knew Charlotte was right. He did like the dress Charlotte lended him and he definitely loved his little makeover.

“I guess you’re right,” Sora reluctantly confessed. “But…”

“It’s your body, right.”

Sora gasped. How did she know?

“Don’t be so shocked, Sora. I know that dress wasn’t meant for a body like yours. If anything, I’m surprised it fits you as well as it did.”

Sora looked down at his body. His muscular arms, rough frame and his lack of womanly breasts ensured that he would never look as feminine as his new friend. He almost felt ashamed to think of such a thing.

“Cheer up, Sora. That body issue you have is nothing we can’t fix.”

“Fix?” Sora wondered. “What are you-’

Before Sora could finish, Charlotte quickly shoved a piece of chocolate into his mouth. The young keyblade wielder couldn’t help but find the taste of the candy to be incredibly sweet. He couldn’t stop chewing it.

“You like it?”

Sora nodded.

“Then have some more.” Charlotte handed Sora a package of chocolates. He was quick to eat the rest of them, taking pleasure in each and every bite.

“I love the chocolate,” Sora gleefully said. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Sora. After all,” Charlotte grinned. “I’m helping you become a presentable woman.”

“Wait, what?”

It was then Sora felt a weird tingle throughout his body. He looked down at his arms in confusion and what he saw paralyzed him with shock. The muscles in his arms were slowly shrinking, leaving them soft and slender.

“W-what have you done to me?”

“I just gave you some chocolates,” Charlotte giggled. “Apparently, they have some sort of special chemical that’s supposed to make anyone who eats it more feminine on the outside and inside. I don’t know the full details on how it works, but that’s not the point. The point is that you’re already quite feminine in both areas so I decided to give you these chocolates to crank it up a bit. Aren’t you excited?”

“N-no!” Sora cried out as his body changed further. The chocolates were quick to work on his abs, shrinking his well-earned muscular figure into a much more dainty and delicate frame. His height wasn’t immune as he shrunk several inches. His build is now more resemblant of Kairi than his old self.

“I know the changes can be quite stressful,” Charlotte approached Sora. “Let’s go back to my room. I have just the thing to help you.”

Charlotte grabbed Sora’s arms and dragged him back into her house.

“L-let me go!” Sora cried. He tried to break out of Charlotte’s grip, but he couldn’t so much as budge her arm. What made his feelings of weakness even worse is that his chest began to swell. He could feel a pair of breasts pushing out from his chest, perfectly filling out his bra. He poked his breast with his free hand. It can’t be real.

Of course, Sora knew better. They were very real.

Before he knew it, Sora was back in Charlotte’s room. The young woman placed Sora on her pink canopy bed. The increasingly feminized boy reluctantly complied as he tried to relax. There was one part of his body that hadn’t been changed yet and he wasn’t looking forward to its replacement at all.

“Now then,” Charlotte pulled up a chair and sat down by Sora. “Time for the last step. I’m going to give you a bunch of my opinions. Those opinions would go through your head and your new feminine mind will gladly accept them as your opinions as well. You’re going to be quite the girly-girl by the time we’re done.”

“N-no.”

“Yes,” Charlotte pulled out a list. “For starters, as I mentioned earlier, you are girly and I mean very, very girly. In fact, you want to be as girly as possible. You adore anything feminine and you can’t stand the thought of doing anything masculine such as playing sports and fighting others. You’re disinterested in such masculine activities at best and downright disgusted at worst.”

“That’s not true!”

“But it is true,” Charlotte rebutted. “Your favorite color is pink and you wanted to make sure that everybody knows it. From your wardrobe to your room, not a single aspect of your life was spared. Ever since you were a kid, your most beloved hobbies are playing dress-up, tea parties and reading fairy tales. Even today, you still love doing those three things.

“No!” Memories began to flow into Sora. Playful spars with Riku and Tidus begin to fade away and in their place were tea parties with Selphie and other girls that he can’t quite remember the names of.

“Yes. You were always quite the sweet and perky young lady. You tried your best to be kind and friendly to everyone you meet. The thought of fighting others just simply scares you. After all, you’re just a dainty and delicate girl. You let men protect you and speaking of men, you want one.

“I want a man?” Sora reluctantly asked.

“Yes you do, but you don’t want just any man. You want someone handsome and brave, someone more than capable of sweeping you off your feet and holding you in his strong, muscular arms. You want a man who can make you feel safe when the danger has passed, someone who can make you feel like a princess when you’re with him.

“I don’t want a man!”

“Of course you don’t,” Charlotte responded. “At least, not just any man. You want a prince too. You always looked up to me as your big sister and you sought to emulate me in every way possible. Ever since you were little, you dressed like me, acted like me and you even decided to have the same dream as me. To this day, you wanted to be a princess and you want to marry a prince. I understand.”

“You do?” Sora asked. It was getting increasingly difficult for him to focus on the memories and feelings that he had as images began of dresses, princesses, fairy tales to pour into his mind. He can feel it consuming his mind.

“It’s not hard to see why you want to be a princess,” Charlotte replied. “I bet I have the exact same reasons as you. To have your body caressed by soft and pretty dresses, to hear the wonderful clacking sound of your heels against the ground. Don't you want to have a tube of lovely pink lipstick slowly applied against your lips leaving them plump and kissable? And then to have a dashing prince hold you in his arms and give those kissable lips of yours a long smooch? It’ll be true love."

“No,” Sora denied. “That’s not true, I can’t-”

He clutched his throat. His adam’s apple slowly disappeared into his throat, leaving the keyblade wielder with a rather girlish voice.

“Then give it a try. Just close your eyes and imagine yourself wearing the loveliest dress you have ever seen. Imagine yourself being swept off your feet by a handsome prince and as the two of you ride on his horse together, your prince will pull you into a long and loving kiss. Just imagine that. Wouldn’t it be so wonderful?

Sora finds himself closing his eyes again. But as hard as he tries to fight the image off, he can see it clearly in his head. He can see himself in a lovely pink dress with layers upon layers of petticoats. He can see a handsome and muscular prince sweeping him off his feet and taking him back to his kingdom. He can feel his heart racing as the prince leaned closer and closer to him.

“It’s going to be okay, Sora. Just accept your feelings and everything will be just fine.”

It was then… they kissed.

Sora can feel the last change being made to his body. His manhood quickly shrunk to the point where it barely existed anymore. In the blink of an eye, Sora soon found himself the owner of his new womanhood. In spite of such radical changes to his body over a short period of time, the process was fairly painless.

“And… done,” Charlotte set her list down. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it, Sora?”

Sora tried to say something, anything, but no matter what, he couldn’t get any words out. It was then something in him snapped, or rather in her. Sora knew any semblance of masculinity she once had was forever gone. She was a woman now, both inside and out.

“Speechless, huh,” Charlotte giggled. “No matter. Now, we got to get you ready for the party.”

“Party?”

“Yes, your birthday party, sis. Come on, let’s go to your room.”

Charlotte pulled Sora off of her bed and dragged her out of her room. She quickly took her little sister next door and into another room. It was the exact same room as Charlotte’s complete with dolls, princess dresses and books of fairy tales. The only real difference that Sora noticed was that her pink canopy bed was slightly smaller than Charlotte’s. She knew it was her room.

“Now…” Charlotte walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a bundle of pink fabric. “Let’s get you out of my hand-me-downs and into one of your own dresses.”

When Sora was completely dressed, she gasped at her reflection. Gone was the casual pink sundress that Charlotte gave her earlier and she was now wearing a rather familiar pink gown… it was the one from his fantasy from earlier.

Sora could recognize it from its extremely bright pink color, its layers upon layers of petticoats, the flowers embroidered onto it, the off-the-shoulder sleeves exposing a fair bit of his breasts… her breasts.

Sora looked down at her chest. It was flat just a few hours ago and now it’s containing amply sized breasts. At least a B-Cup. Those were far from the only changes that she noticed. He was now sporting an hourglass figure with girlish hips, slender legs and a vagina where his penis once was. Such massive changes without his knowledge or consent would normally make the former keyblade wielder scream, but she couldn’t find herself being able to care enough to do so. After all, the changes made her look much better than she did before. She would’ve looked like a joke if she wore that dress with her old body.

“How about you redo your makeup?” Charlotte asked. “It’s a little smudged and you could use some practice.”

“Of course.”

Sora went over to her vanity and began doing her makeup. As she applied blush to her cheeks, she can recall something from long ago. A vague memory. Something about a trip away from an island with a boy with silver hair and a girl with dark red hair.

Sora looked at her face. First, blue eyeshadow, then mascara. The contrasting colors would make his eyes stand out more. Sora knew that a woman’s eyes should be the first feature that a boy should catch rather than… certain assets.

Another memory popped up. She can vaguely recall teaming up with an anthropomorphic dog and a duck to find her two friends.

Sora applied bright red lipstick to her lips, forming an ideal "cupid's bow" shape that left her mouth almost begging to be kissed. Preferably by a handsome prince.

The last memory that popped up was what made Sora shudder. Hordes of Heartless running around hurting people and Sora was quick to stop them. She can recall dodging each attack and slaying the monsters through the power of the Keyblade.

Of course, it wouldn’t make sense for a dainty young lady like her to be out fighting monsters or do anything dangerous like that. She’s not Sora the Keyblade Master. She’s Sora La Bouff, the second daughter of Eli “Big Daddy” La Bouff, Charlotte’s little sister and a young woman who longs for her prince. While originally reluctant to do so, Sora was quick to toss aside her old life and take her place as the youngest daughter of the La Bouff family.

The last thing she did was put the silver tiara right on her head. She looked like a princess. She was ready.

“I’m done!” Sora turned to her sister who was looking at her with pride.

“I knew you can do it!” Charlotte pulled her little sister into a hug. “Before we go, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“What is it?”

“There aren’t going to be any princes here tonight. Now before you get upset, let me explain,” Charlotte said.

Sora could barely hold in a sigh of disappointment. “What is it?”

“First, even if there is a prince here tonight, you can’t ask him to marry you as you are still too young for marriage. About two years, I believe. But,” Charlotte grinned. “There are a few nice young men your age that I bet are dying for a dance with you. Now come on.”

Charlotte ran out of Sora’s room and she quickly followed. It wasn’t long before the two ended up in a fancy ballroom. Sora knew she had to put on a show to impress her guests.

She quickly cocked a hip towards her audience, threw a bunch of glitter above her head and blew out a kiss.

“Go get em, sis.”

At the behest of her sister, Sora nervously approached the center of the ballroom and as if it was orchestrated by fate, a young teen walked up towards her. He was strong, muscular and dwarfed Sora in physical size. He silently bowed to her. Sora quietly curtsy back and the man took her hand into his.

The two proceeded to dance throughout the ballroom. The other guests were silent, eagerly watching Sora dance with the boy before her.

As the young man pulled Sora towards him, her eyes leaned towards another boy her age not too far from her. Maybe she can have her next dance with him?

While Sora was dancing with man after man, two of his enemies were laughing maniacally over his fate.

“It’s done,” Maleficent grinned. “Sora will no longer be a threat to us anytime soon.”

“Well color me surprised,” Pete laughed.

“What do you mean you’re surprised?”

“Well, it’s just that considering our current track record with those do-gooders I’m shocked that our trap worked as well as it did.”

“Our past failures lately were little more than small hindrances on our road to victory. Sora’s mind and heart are now trapped in the little fantasy that I set up for him and with each passing moment, he is becoming more and more the dainty little lady you see before you. If the Heartless ever find him here, he’ll be completely helpless.”

“But what about if someone else comes in to rescue him like that silver-haired brat, Riku?”

“Then they will find themselves succumbing to the same fate,” Maleficent answered. “And for girls like Kairi, they will be in for quite a surprise.”

[wallezhang]

How to choose mascara-Mascara Head（1）

Many girls have a strange obsession with the flickering, doll-like eyelashes. Unluckily they don’t have a clever hand, the finished eyelash comes out far from the feeling of big eye like doll but like so many “fly leg” more instead, did not have even basic delicate feeling, let lone good thick curl beautiful eyelash!

But have you ever thought about, bad make up technique perhaps is the reason that appears “fly leg”, but there are some reasons that actually is the mascara , yes, you may not selected a proper mascara for yourself.

To get rid of flies' legs, follow Ourlash to carefully select mascara today. Ah, you don’t know who is Ourlash? It’s the best mink lash vendors in China, we do silk lash extensions wholesale and we also make strip lashes, the lashes you get online or the eyelash extensions you apply in a lash bar are all probably produced by Ourlash factory. Let’s come to the point now.

In general, the selection of mascara is divided into three parts, brush head, color and pasty fluid; this article will focus on how to choose mascara brush head.

Select brush head material

Nylon material

General mascara brush made of nylon material, hard to the touch, and although it is thick, but the hair is one and one on the brush, eyelash is dip in with can take more paste, so it can wrap eyelash to cream paste more on each eyelash, eyelash brush out will be unusually thick, can satisfy the demands of sparse thick eyelashes.

But for the girls that have bushy eyelash, it is not very easy to brush the eyelash to root and clear, so it’s suitable for those whose eyelash relatively sparsely.

Plastic material

The mascara that pledges with nylon material is contrary, plastic brush head is hard and sparse so it takes in less pastes, but this is helpful for people that has thick and beautiful eyelashes naturally, it can make every eyelash distinct.

But there's only so much mascara that can wrap around your lashes, so plastic mascara isn't a good choice for fairies with sparse lashes. Plastic material brush head is more suitable for the girls whose eyelashes are relative and bushy.

Rubber material

Rubber is more elastic than the hard plastic and soft nylon. Its brush bristle is distributed more even not only, tactile sensation is soft also, and the ability of grasping pastes is inferior to nylon material, the eyelash that brush gives won't be plastic material is qualitative in that way too clear, also won't be nylon material in that way too thick, because its flexibility is much more curved instead.

So rubber mascara is suitable for most lashes, and not too picky, but also for the girls who want curl eyelashes.

Besides the material of mascara head, the shape of mascara head is also very important. Due to space limitation we’ll talk about the shapes in next articles. Don’t forget to follow Ourlash to get more information.

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A Crash Course In The Most Important Beauty Tips

TIP! Take care to prepare your skin by removing unwanted hair or stubble the day before you plan to apply your faux tan. Shaving and waxing are both fine, but in either case, you need to wait a day to get the most out of your tanning product.

A lot of people try to look good all of the time. It feels great to look into the mirror and know you look great. Meanwhile, there are numerous tips that are related to beauty; the few listed below are tried and true.

TIP! Instead of paying for an expensive moisturizer, use coconut oil. Virgin coconut oil easily penetrates the skin providing soothing moisture, while at the same time reducing the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles.

An application of white eyeshadow to the area above the middle of your upper lip will make the lips appear larger than they really are. The illusion of fuller lip is the result of the reflection of the light that this highlighting provides.

TIP! You can adjust your hair’s cut and color to slim a fuller face. Long lines and a fair length can be very flattering.

Eating healthy will promote the health of your entire body, including your hair, skin and nails. Beauty comes from the inside in many ways. Varied nutrients are a vital part of any healthy diet. For healthy and strong nails, skin and hair, make sure to include lots of whole grains, zinc, iron and proteins in your meals.

TIP! Keep your eyeliners and lip liners sharpened. If you constantly sharpen them, they will be clean each time you use them.

Regular exercise is good for your looks. Getting daily exercise will help your body to stay strong and healthy. It is an important part of your beauty regimen. Fifteen or twenty minutes of healthy activity every day should do the trick. Simple activities such as vacuuming or walking around the block can help keep you active.

TIP! Do your nails always get scratched and chipped after you paint them? A top coat can help the look last as long as a week. Just remember that a top coat is not the same as regular clear nail polish.

You can brush your skin before you take a shower to help it look its best. This helps stimulate your body’s natural oils. Brush in a circular motion, from your feet up to your face, and then finish off with a warm shower and gentle soap.

TIP! Position the mirror below your face when you put on eyeshadow. Be gentle; don’t put pressure on your lids or pull on them.

Use a teabag to help fix a torn fingernail. To begin, take out the tea leaves from the bag. Then, cut a piece of the teabag that is the size of the tear. Simply, place your patch over the tear and coat the entire nail, including the patch, with nail strengthener or clear nail polish.

TIP! Curry leaves can fight off greying. This ingredient is natural and will boost the cells that create the pigments in your hair.

Keep some of your beauty products in the refrigerator. You definitely want to do this in summertime! Oils, lotions and toners that are refrigerated can be applied even in the worst heat. The cool, yet refreshing feeling will really be an enjoyable experience.

TIP! You don’t want to discover an allergy to eyelash glue when it is already on your eye! You need to test the glue out on your arm before you use it on your eyes. Then place plaster on that and let it sit for 24 hours.

Spend some money on a decent collection of makeup brushes. Yes, this can be pricey, but a quality brush can make a big difference to your makeup experience. When you can’t afford a lot, check online to find sales and add the brushes to your collection as you can afford them.

Petroleum Jelly

TIP! Toilet paper is excellent for blotting excess oil off your face. Surprisingly enough, the roughness of cheap toilet paper works great as an oil blotter.

Petroleum jelly will make your feet soft and smooth, as a long as you apply it regularly. Among the million skin softeners you can spend a small fortune on, the one that is most trusted to soften feet is good old petroleum jelly. Apply it on your feet to keep your heels and other areas from chafing. Used several times a week, you’ll enjoy healthy, smooth feet.

Bismuth oxychloride-free makeup won’t cause skin itchiness. If you want to use mineral makeup, there are several available that do not have this ingredient.

TIP! Daily conditioner use is best avoided if your hair is very fine. It would be more than enough to condition once, maybe twice weekly.

Wear sunscreen to keep your skin looking young and healthy. It is important to apply sunscreen year round, not just in the summer. During the winter, it is the skin on your hands and face that can easily get damaged.

TIP! It is important to exfoliate and shave before applying a spray tan. When you put in the time to make your skin ready, the color applied will take a more even tone and look more real.

It may seem like an obvious fix, but keeping your eyebrows groomed properly can enhance the appearance of both men and women. Groom your eyebrows, and make sure you can tell where one eyebrow ends and the next one begins. If you have a uni-brow or bushy eyebrows, try trimming them down for a more attractive look.

TIP! It’s important to take care of skin and to be healthy so you can be more beautiful. You should defoliate and moisturize your skin regularly.

If looking your best is a priority, you are in the right place. Feeling great about the way you look is an excellent feeling. Use these tips the next time you look in the mirror.

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Can I draw eyeliner or eye makeups after grafting eyelash extensions?

Recently we’ve got many questions on eye makeup, Christmas is coming and everyone want to show a best looking in the big days, so they’ll ask, can I draw eyeliner or eye makeups after grafting eyelash extensions? Today Ourlash will bring the answer to the question and the tips that you should pay attention to after eyelash extensions grafting.

 Eyelash extensions grafting can let our eyes change good-looking a lot of, without wearing eye makeup eyes also can have a mind very much, eyelash extensions grafting is also bushy roll become warped, bring eye makeup effect, so a lot of people are tangled whether they should  wear eye makeup.

 Can I draw eyeliner after grafting eyelashes?

Yes, you can draw eyeliners after eyelash extensions. After grafting eyelash extensions, false eyelash and true eyelash are an integral whole, more natural, it is ok to draw eyeliner to strengthen the beautiful effect of eye ministry. After drawing eyeliner commonly, the eye can change of more have a mind to become bigger.

If you need to draw eyeliner after eyelash extension is completed, you had better use the eyeliner pen that USES liquid form, which can reduce the difficulty of discharge makeup.

General eyeliner is drawn above root of eyelash, clings to the position of root of eyelash, pay attention that if be single eyelid, line appropriate is a bit thinner, inside double or double eyelid can be a few thicker relatively, bottom eyeliner draws the 1/3 of eye tail place commonly can.

 Can I draw eye makeup after eyelash extensions?

 Above all, Ourlash can tell everybody very clearly, after grafting eyelash it is ok to do eye makeup, but, have a few points to need everybody pay attention.

 The first, do quantitative light makeup, do not besmear mascara, because mascara can affect the effect of eyelash extensions.

If the false eyelashes fall off during walking or work, or if the wrong makeup causes the eyelashes become uneven, it's not worth the trouble!

 Second, keep the eyelash extensions clean.

If eye shadow or foundation accidentally sticks to your lashes, wipe them thoroughly with a wet paper towel or cotton swab.

If it is color makeup or foundation makeup causes obviously eyelash dirty, you should wipe gently with eyelash cleanser.

Either way, keep it gentle.

Otherwise it will decrease the aggrandizement of glues, and then accelerates eyelash extensions falling off.

 The 3rd, when using eyeliner pen, you should choose a softer eyeliner product.

Because choose hard pen or eyeliner cream, can cause the burden of eyelashes, rub eyelash root, bring about grafting eyelash to fall off easily.

 Other than the above, to stick eyelash strips is also a good choice for your Christmas makeups. You can find both eyelash extensions and strip eyelashes in Ourlash, Ourlash is one of the best lash factory in eyelash lines, we wholesale lashes and custom design lashes your business for you, we aim to be your best business partners.