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jouliejihan · 1 year ago

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑰𝑹! - hueningkai × fem reader

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: When Y/N and her eccentric friends decide to host the 'Love On Air' podcast, they think they can heal the heartaches of all HYBE Uni students. But when love begins to bubble up behind the scenes, Y/N finds herself at the center of a messed up love triangle. While she tries to save broken hearts, a shy student, Hueningkai, does everything to win her heart. With clumsy dating advice, accidental encounters and a chaotic podcast, will love triumph or end up in a hilarious mess?

"Tune in with us guys, cause Love is On Air!"

TAGLIST (open, send ask or comment to be added) @full-sunnies @enhacolor @mackjestic @beabeanice @beoms-sugar

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8 - dancing with the music

In the rehearsal room, music pulsed through the room as Sakura and Yeonjun moved with grace, demonstrating their modern dance skills. The attentive eyes of their colleagues followed every movement of the two talented dancers.

Meanwhile, Kazuha, the youngest of the group and the only one who specialized in ballet, was feeling insecure. She watched her colleagues with admiration, but also with a hint of nervousness, afraid that her ballet dancing might be mocked or misunderstood by others.

Sakura, noticing Kazuha's discomfort, stopped her dance and approached her.

"Are you okay?"

"So so, I’m just a little bit nervous."

"Don’t worry, we've all been there. The important thing is to do your best and have fun."

"I know unnie, but…" she sighed "It's just that you guys are so amazing, and I'm afraid I don't measure up."

"We each have our own skills and styles. What matters is to be authentic and dance with your heart. You're a talented dancer, Kazuha, and I'm sure your ballet will be as captivating as our style."

"She's right!" answered Yeonjun approaching them, while drinking his water. "Don't worry about what others will think. Dance is about passion and expression. You must trust yourself."

Encouraged by her friends' words, Kazuha took a deep breath and decided to move forward. She positioned herself in the center of the rehearsal room, preparing to dance. Kazuha decided to show off her ballet moves. She started dancing shyly, but as she gained confidence, her dancing became more fluid and engaging, revealing her true talent in ballet.

Every move was filled with emotion, and her dedication to the art of dance was visible in every step. When she finished, silence filled the room for a moment, followed by warm applause from her colleagues.

"That was AWESOME!"

"You really have an enviable talent."

"Thanks, guys!"

As they continued to rehearse, Kazuha plucked up courage and announced the exciting news to his classmates.

"Actually, the reason I'm so nervous. Tonight I'm starring in a show at the Magic Shop Theater!"

"That's wonderful, friend! I'm so proud of you!"

"Congratulations! We're excited to see your performance."

"Thank you! I can't wait to share this experience with everyone."

They offered to take her to the theater, but Kazuha politely declined, as she saw Yujin walking in the hallway near the practice room. Noticing their colleague's flushed cheeks and wide smile, they immediately understood what it was about and smiled understandingly.

“Actually, I'd like to go with someone else. If it's okay…”

"Sure! We hope you have a lot of fun!”

“We will all support and cheer you on, no matter how lucky you are.”

Kazuha thanked his classmates and, with a newfound sense of confidence, continued to rehearse with enthusiasm and determination. The friendship and support she found in her dance colleagues motivated her to pursue her dreams with even more passion and bravery.

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The Magic Shop theater, despite its mysterious name, has always been a place of magic and enchantment for Yunjin and Kazuha since they were teenagers, aged 16 and 15 respectively. On those summer afternoons, when the sun casts its golden rays over the theater, the two friends find their refuge on the wings of imagination.

Kazuha loved to dance. She moved gracefully across the empty stage, her feet sliding like rose petals over the wooden floor. Her eyes glittered with the promise of future applause as she gracefully performed ballet steps. Each movement was an expression of her passion for ballet and her desire to become a renowned ballerina.

Yunjin, for her part, found joy in capturing those magical moments in his sketches. Sitting in the front row of the audience, she watched Kazuha dance with a smile on her face and pen in hand. His attentive eyes captured every detail of the movements, the fluid and graceful lines that Kazuha traced across the stage. In her notebook, she drew sketches of delicate tutus and dazzling costumes, imagining how they would complement her friend's dancing.

As Kazuha twirled and leapt across the stage, Yunjin imagined the audience cheering to their feet, eyes filled with wonder. She wanted Kazuha to see herself as not only a talented dancer, but also the shining star that everyone looked up to.

After one of the impromptu performances, she stopped panting and laughed, her expression was radiant and warm in her friend's eyes.

“One day, unnie, I will dance on the most famous stages in the world!”

Yunjin grinned, sharing her enthusiasm.

“And I will be in the front row cheering you on and sketching every amazing moment of your journey. I'm sure you'll become a spectacular dancer.”

They approached each other and hugged.

“Thank you, unnie. It relieves me to know that I have a friend as amazing as you who makes me believe that anything is possible.”

She returned the Japanese girl's warm hug in return, feeling grateful to have such a determined and inspiring friend.

"We're going to make our dreams come true together, Kazuha. You, dancing on the world's stages, and me, designing the tutus that will make you shine even more."

The days at the Magic Shop theater continued to be moments of dreams and laughter for them. They created memories that would follow them through the years as they followed their individual paths towards their goals. But the theater would always be a place where their passions intertwined, and where their dreams took wings to fly high on the stage of life.

But everything changed when they grew older. Yunjin is now facing an emblematic process to unlink his image from that of his parents, who, since their first success in selling their brand, had their work and profits monopolized in their hands. Now, Huh Yunjin is the sole holder of Fearless. Kazuha, on the other hand, gained fame performing as the protagonist of major productions in Sector 17, at the age of 18, she was invited to perform at the great and renowned Bolshoi Ballet Academy and thus acquired her student scholarship at HYBE Uni.

When it comes to dancing, her heart explodes euphorically, but when it comes to love, hers misses every beat. The ballerina wasn't inexperienced, but she wasn't all that confident either. With luck, even before her big night, she had a piece of the solution in her hands - even if it resulted in the scorn of her friends.

When Kazuha found Yunjin sitting on a bench on campus, the sun was at its zenith, giving warmth and life to the clear blue sky. She had a shy smile on her lips as she approached her friend.

"Unnie?"

Yunjin looked up, surprised to see Kazuha there.

“Hey Zuha! Any particular reason why you're so excited?"

She looked nervous, this was evident from the sweat on her hands, the cracks in her voice and her rapid heartbeat, but when she remembered Love On Air's advice, she took a deep breath before speaking.

"Well, I wanted to invite you to join me at the Magic Shop Theater this weekend. I'm having a ballet performance and I'd like you to be there."

The American blinked a few times, surprised by the invitation. She knew how much ballet meant to her Japanese friend, and she was flattered to be invited.

"Wow, this is amazing! But are you sure you want me to go? I don't want to be in the way."

"Of course I want you to go, unnie. Your presence would mean a lot to me. And don't worry, this isn't a date or anything. It's just… I wish you were there as my friend."

She looked hesitant, her thoughts quickly going to Jisoo, her boyfriend. She pondered whether her presence would be appropriate, considering the commitment she had to him.

"I really appreciate the invitation, Zuha. But you know about my relationship with my love and…"

She raised her hand, interrupting her friend.

"Unnie, I understand you have your concerns, but I know how much you care about your friends. Jisoo is understanding and I know he will understand. Again, this isn't a romantic date, it's just about supporting each other as friends."

Yunjin looked into her eyes and saw the sincerity and anxiety behind them. She realized that her friend really wanted her to be there, not for any ulterior motive, but out of genuine friendship and support.

"You're right. My sweetheart will understand. And I would love to support you in your performance. I'll be there with a big smile on my face.

Kazuha let out a sigh of relief and smiled widely.

"This means a lot to me. Thank you for understanding and for always being such a great friend."

Yunjin smiled back, feeling happy to have such a special friend like her.

"You know I'll be there to cheer you on. I can't wait to see you shine on your toes!"

She again hugged her, thanking her for her understanding and support.

⊹⊱•••《 💗 》•••⊰⊹

The sun was shining on the HYBE Uni’s campus, painting the buildings and gardens in warm tones. Yunjin was sitting on a bench next to the study area, the glow of her laptop reflecting in her eyes as she typed with concentration. Her fashion studio was about to start work on the next collection, and she was eager to get the ball rolling.

After a while, she closed the laptop with a satisfied sigh. Her mind, however, was occupied with other thoughts. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Jisoo's number, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. When he answered, her heart did a little flip.

"Hi, Jiji,how are you doing?"

"Jinnie, hello! I’m good, and you?"

"I’m great. You know, I was just thinking…how about you stop by my studio this afternoon? I need to get some measurements and some photos done for the next collection, and I thought you might give me a hand."

"Sure, I'd love to help. I'm free in the afternoon so that's perfect."

"Great! See you then. Oh, and don't forget to bring your best model smile!"

"You bet I won't forget, hun."

After hanging up, Jisoo felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He was looking forward to spending time with Yunjin, but something was bothering him. He had agreed with the idea of the Hongs from Eunchae's family dating Eunchae's friend, and now he started to question whether it was really a good idea. He didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but the idea of being in an arranged relationship made him a little uneasy.

To clear his mind, he decided to steer clear of the busiest areas of campus. He found a quiet corner, where he sat on a bench under a tree. With his AirPods, he connected to Spotify and looked for something to distract him. When he came across the first episode of "Love On Air" among those recommended by the platform, his curiosity was piqued.

He started to listen, and soon his expression changed from concern to surprise and amusement. Y/N's lively voice and the comedic tone she brings to tell the funny stories attracted his attention. He laughed at some of the situations described and found himself completely immersed in the atmosphere of the podcast.

As the episode continued, he found himself feeling more relaxed. His mind was less clouded by worries and he was able to relax a bit. Her voice enveloped him in a way he hadn't expected, and he found himself smiling involuntarily.

At the end of the episode, he pulled out his AirPods, feeling lighter than before. He realized that he needed to deal with his own feelings and make decisions that were true to himself. He looked at the horizon for a moment, pondering what to do next. Anyway, he decided to repay the act with something she might like.

Walking through the cafeteria, he bought a cup of decaffeinated coffee, his favorite healthy flavor, but as he walked through the sprawling campus halls, one question pondered in his mind:

Where can I meet her?

Although they met twice, (one at the worst possible moment for her), they name have time to meet each other again, so he's left to make assumptions based on what he knows:

"She's Hansol's fellow in Linguistics, isn't she? Cool, so they're studying together." he thought

He imagined himself walking down the hall, peering closely at the classroom doors. Finally, he found her, sitting at a table, surrounded by books and notes, with Hansol at her side, also immersed in his studies.

He approached with a smile, but stopped when he heard their conversation. He was enthusiastically explaining some linguistic concepts, and Hansol nodded with a concentrated look.

Too obvious. I would bother them for sure.

Dismissing that possibility, he thought of another theory.

Soonyoung and her are roommies. I bet it shouldn't be hard to find them.

In his imagination, he would continue his search and soon spot her in another area of campus. However, something felt wrong. She was standing still, gesturing excitedly as she argued with Soonyoung. It looked like the argument was heating up, and he was surprised by the intensity of emotions involved.

Too invasive! Better not mess with them at their worst!

After considering these funny scenarios, Jisoo decided it was time to find her for real. He figured the best way to do that would be to ask someone who might know where she was. And so, he headed to a place where he often found answers: his group of friends.

He found Wonwoo sitting in a resting place, concentrating on his book.

"Hey, Jisoo hyung."

"Hey Wonwoo. Have you seen Y/N by any chance?"

"Maybe. But what about that coffee in your hand? Does it have to do with her?"

"Oh well, I was thinking of giving it to her, and…"

"And you intend to spend the whole afternoon alone with her after delivering the coffee, don't you?"

"Well, that's not exactly it... I mean, yes, but it's also a friendly gesture. You know." he stammered with his cheeks flushed

Just like his hyung, Wonwoo had no idea how to find Y/N until he remembered his conversation with Jake that morning about the whole Love On Air team.

"Got it, but how is Y/N in the team?”

“Oh, noona is a walking little sunshine, hyung! Pretty, funny, kind, smart, out-going… Shit Jake, focus! She’s just your friend! JUST YOUR FRIEND! he thought "But creativity is her strongest point."

“Is it?”

"Yeah. She likes to spend some time alone in the library, whether it's studying or writing."

"Write what?"

"It doesn't matter. But if you happen to see her there, don't interrupt her. She hates it when her creative moment is disturbed."

Given his vague memory of that morning, he gave his hyung this advice.

"That's it?"

"That's all I know, hyung. But if you want to see her so badly, the library is the best place to find her this late in the afternoon."

"Of course, the library! Thanks!"

Jisoo then headed to the library, laughing at himself for his funny ideas and imagined situations. He was looking forward to seeing her again, no matter where she was, and he gave her the coffee as a sincere gesture, to thank her for calming him down in his most conflicted moment.

Meanwhile, the wind was gently playing with the leaves of the tree, and the atmosphere of the campus seemed full of possibilities.

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In the back corner of the library, where the shelves met in an intricate labyrinth of knowledge, Y/N, listening to SEVENTEEN’s Falling For U on her headphones, was immersed in her own fictional world. Her notebook rested in her lap as her pen danced deftly across the paper. Every word she wrote was like a piece of her own soul, mixed with the yearnings of her character, Aylin.

Aylin, the protagonist of her words, was an audacious and courageous soul, whose heart surrendered to a man beyond her social class, Helio. He was rich, it is true, but his virtues surpassed material wealth. However, the plot of Aylin's life mirrored her own predicament in an almost harrowing way.

Her heart ached for the same reasons as hers. Helio was tied to a relationship arranged by his parents with a woman of high influence, reflecting the very bond imposed on Jisoo with Yunjin. Every trace of emotion Y/N traced in Aylin's words was a reflection of the inner battles she herself was facing.

The tranquil atmosphere of the library contrasted with its emotional turmoil. Each sigh seemed to contain the secrets of her deepest desires, her hopes and dreams that remain unexpressed in real life. The pen continued to dance, but it was as if each written word became a prayer, a plea for a happy outcome for Aylin and, secretly, for herself.

Then, while she was absorbed in her literary world, an unknown presence interrupted her thoughts. A soft aroma of decaffeinated coffee permeates the air. She took off the headphones and looked up in surprise to find Jisoo standing in front of her, holding a cup of coffee.

He smiled gently. "Hi, I thought you might need a little encouragement while you work your ass off here," he said, offering her the cup.

Her heart leapt in surprise. She had never mentioned her aversion to coffee to anyone other than her friends, so that men's innocent act to her was understandable.

She looked at the glass hesitantly. Accepting such a kind gesture from someone she secretly harbored feelings for was a mixture of gratitude and nervousness.

"Thanks", She murmured, with her voice soft. She took it, feeling the soft heat through the wall of paper that separated it from her fingers. Even if she didn't like coffee, his gesture touched her deeply.

As he walked away to continue his journey, she watched him for a moment before returning her attention to her notebook. A new wave of determination washed over her. Her words flowed faster, inspired by the unexpected act of kindness.

At that moment, she realized that the fictional universe she was creating was intertwining with reality in mysterious ways. Love couldn't be rushed, but it could be painted in small gestures and moments, showing all the colors in genuine emotions.

And as the aroma of coffee permeated the air and his words filled the paper, Y/N felt she was beginning to write her own story, one that could have an ending as incredible as the characters she loved to create.

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On that glamorous night, in the warm and bright dressing room of the Magic Shop Theater, Kazuha was sitting in front of the mirror, her gaze fixed on her reflection while her hands were shaking with nervousness. She wore her delicately embroidered ballet costume, her eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and apprehension before her big performance.

In that moment of vulnerability, the door opened smoothly, and Yunjin walked in with a warm smile.

"Hey Zuha. Oh, you look stunning!"

Kazuha looked up to meet Yunjin's reassuring gaze, a small smile appearing on his tense face.

"Thanks, unnie. I'm just a little anxious, you know?"

"I understand, but look at you. You've trained tirelessly for this. I know you're amazing, and your every move will be as graceful as ever."

"But what if I forget a step? What if I stumble and fail?"

"You know, both fashion and ballet are genuine expressions of art, their beauty is in the hearts of artists. Of course anxiety is part of it, but you're not alone in this. Remember all the successful rehearsals you've had and of the times we overcome challenges together." she responded by gently touching her friend's shoulder

"You're right. I'm not alone."

"And don't worry if the audience expects perfection, cause you're here to deliver the artistry and beauty of ballet, with the passion you put into every movement."

"Thank you. Your words always have a way of calming me down." the ballerina sighed in relief

"That's what we're here for, as colleagues and friends. Now, how about we put our nerves aside and focus on making this moment amazing? In my eyes, you're already a star."

"Okay, I'll try. And I really want to do justice to the dance that me and the other dancers worked so hard to present."

"Here, I'll help you finish your makeup." she said getting up and getting a small mirror to touch up. “Remember to look inside yourself to find the amazing artist that you are.”

As she carefully adjusted her friend's makeup, the dressing room filled with a lighter, more encouraging atmosphere. Yunjin's smile was infectious, and his inspiring words seemed to melt away the nervousness that had gripped Kazuha before.

Onstage, the curtain was about to rise, but inside the dressing room, they had created a moment of connection and trust that glowed as brightly as the stage lights. And as Kazuha got to her feet, ready to face the audience, she knew she had a friend beside her who believed in her unconditionally.

In about 10 minutes, the curtains opened on the majestic stage of the Magic Shop Theater, filling the room with an aura of anticipation. Kazuha was at the center of the stage, the focus of all attention, prepared to deliver her ballet performance with all the grace and elegance she had trained so hard to achieve. Her costume gleamed under the lights, a reflection of her determination.

Her movements flowed, every step and turn executed with precision and passion. Each movement conveyed a story, an emotion that was expressed through ballet. Kazuha was immersed in her art world, allowing her bodily expression to speak for itself.

However, while her heart was full of dedication, the audience was proving to be a bitter mix of polite applause and dismissive murmurs. Among the applause, Kazuha caught fragments of words that cut like sharp blades: "too exotic", "she doesn't fit in", "I don't understand why she's here".

Despite his dedication, Kazuha felt the impact of the prejudiced words like an icy wave. She continued her performance, forcing a smile, but hurt was in her eyes.

It was then that a voice rose from the middle of the audience, loud and clear, cutting through the murmurs. It was Yunjin, on his feet, facing the elite crowd with determination in his gaze.

"You dare to make fun of someone for their appearance and cultural heritage? You all dare to underestimate someone's talent and passion based on ignorant prejudices?"

The audience fell silent, shocked by her audacity. Her words echoed through the theater, as a response to the disdainful voices that had previously filled the space.

"Nakamura Kazuha is here as a talented and dedicated dancer! She deserves respect and admiration, not your ignorance. You can applaud the effort and beauty of her art, or you can leave to find something suitable to your taste, however, you won’t ever find a gem like her anywhere!”

The ballerina, in the midst of her performance, looked at her with eyes moist with gratitude. The friend's words not only challenged the audience's preconceptions, but also gave her the courage to move forward despite adversity.

Her performance continued, now surrounded by awed silence. Her dancing power, combined with Yunjin's passionate defense, created a unique atmosphere of beauty and endurance.

After the performance, when the curtains closed and true applause resounded, Kazuha approached Yunjin with shining eyes.

"Unnie, thank you so much. Your words... They meant everything to me." she thanked him with a trembling voice and her face wet with tears

"We're a team, Zuha. And I couldn't remain silent in the face of prejudice. Let's go, we're in this together."

The two friends left the theater hand in hand, the strength of ballet and their friendship overcoming adversity. The way back to the dorm was lit by the mutual understanding and resilience they had shared. And as the night unfolded, the message of resistance and support echoed in their hearts, reminding them that their union was stronger than any prejudice.

A/N: everyone and ANYONE can love, even the "heartless"

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worldwhightnight · 1 year ago

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Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag !!

Thank you for tagging me @smallfrogpleasedtomeetyou ! Sorry for long answer but here I am!❤❤❤❤

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

Aw aw aw OK! I'm really excited to finish my "Hiccup is adopted son of Grimmel" AU ^^. Hiccup was taught by Grimmel, but he's still different from others and his friendship with Toothless happens and there's a lot of family drama and Grimmel's depression hehe c:

2) Rec a book!

Hmmm I don't read a lot of books really. Hobbit maybe? I remember I liked it when I was a child.

3) Rec a fic!

Awww I have a lot of works to rec but I think I will choose "Ganymede" written by @halobolts

4) Rec Music!

Hmmm. Polnalubvi – Сердце. I listen it often these days, very beautiful voice!

5) Share one piece of advice!

Don't be afraid to take a rest from creating content because your mental health is more important 💫

It was funny and I thank you again!

Wanna tag some peeps here :^ @fictionalnormalcy @lucemond-defender @triumphantfury @cartoongh @halobolts @comfortable-dragon

#tag game #i like it ^^#kissing you sweethearts!!

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andillwriteyouatragedy · 2 years ago

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a domestic post-canon fic framed as a 7+1 about seven tattoos ed got for his family, and one tattoo he got from his family!

this fic will have eight chapters, and i have made it part of a series so i can add more afterwards if i want!! i'll upload posts here on tumblr for each chapter for you, too (including a special and mostly-unnecessary post for chapter one)!!! i've decided to make this chaptered both for ease of formatting for this specific story, and so i can upload at my own pace (while giving myself the freedom to write/post/work on other fics between chapters)!! the entire story is already plotted out; now i just have to finish writing, editing, and posting it!!!

also, blanket warning: this fic deals with a few heavy topics!!! this includes references to past child abuse, coping with mental illness, trans characters discussing body image, discussions of feeling dehumanized, and canon-typical themes of violence and internal struggle. a lot is tackled in this fic!! there's sad things and happy things and all sorts of things!! but i just wanted to let you know: take care of yourselves!!

i have been working on this fic for a whiiiiiiile and i kept holding back bc i get afraid of what people will think of me!! but that literally doesn't matter!!!! we must create the art we want to create!!!!!!!

so, this is incredibly niche and very much exactly what i wanted to read!! it's a passion project!! i love this little story and i hope you love it too!! but remember - i am exploring the story i want to write and read!! you are responsible for your own reading experience!! this fic is for me and if it doesn't mesh with you, that's totally okay!! you don't have to read it!!

if you do want to read this, though, i'm so happy to be here with you!! we love normalizing trans characters and trans bodies doing human things!! and if you've read my fics before you KNOW how much i love a good baby fic!!

okay i'm sorry i talk so much!!!! if you read this whole thing you are sacred to me!!! and now!!! it's time to enjoy!!! domestic family fic!!!! baby time!!!!! piracy!!!!!! talking it through as a crew!!!!!!! i'm so excited!!!!!!!!!

read an everlasting summer on ao3!

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hops-hunny · 4 years ago

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Hello?

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Request: N/A

Summary: Neville and (Y/n) get high together often.

Warnings: drugs( weed lmao), swearing, making out

A/N: This was based on the specific lyric below from Hello? by Clairo ft Reji Snow. Pothead confident Neville is my favorite headcanon dfregfefe. I also felt like writing for Neville bc after reading a lot of @lxngbottom‘s fics I was DEEPLY inspired.

“Are you into me, like I'm into you?

Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you?

You're so close, and yet so far

I wonder how you look when you're in the dark”

The Weasley siblings all found themselves in absolute bliss when their parents told them they were going on a getaway. Apparently Arthur had learned about muggle spas and thought it’d be a lovely idea to take his wife to one for a much needed vacation after many years she had been caring for her children (and sometimes their guess) without barely any breaks. The gaggle of gingers all found it to be quite a wonderful idea too, but for other reasons. Although they had varying reasons of why they were excited for their parents to leave the house, Ron’s being wanting to invite over the other ⅔ members of the Golden Trio, Ginny wanting to wear that skirt that her mum always told her was ‘just a tad too short, dear’, and lastly Fred & George wanting to try out new and exciting inventions there was that one thing that tied them all together: wanting to get blazed out of their fucking minds.

However, as quickly as that mischievous glint formed in all their eyes, their mother said something they all dreaded.

“Oh and by the way, we’re leaving Percy in charge!”

A collective groan was shared as the boy in question held a proud and cocky smirk that once again, he was the most trusted out of his siblings. However as per usual, Fred and George were not giving up that easily.

“What are we going to do?! You know Percy will rat on us!” Ron whispered yelled at the other three through gritted teeth. They all sat around the quaint little living room, distressed at what to do. Ron had already sent a text (is that what they were called? He wasn’t used to the muggle technology (Y/n) had got them all to use) to both Hermione and Harry telling them to pack their bags. He’d never live it down!

“Oh relax dear brother of mine! Me and Freddie here suspected something like this would happen so we came prepared. Right Fred?” George said with a smirk as he looked to his twin to the right of him. George nodded before pulling out an envelope.

“Exhibit A also known as ‘Blackmail dear Percival Into Leaving the House for the Summer.” he grin grew wider as he opened the envelope pulling out the photos. In the photos, Percy was shirtless during a party in the gryffindor common room. He had a half drunk bottle of fire whiskey in one hand and a blunt in his other which was held to his lips. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if dear ol�� mum and pop anonymously got pictures of their golden boy doing such awful acts?” he cooed, feigning a voice of disappointment.

“While you two idiots may not be helpful for jack shit else, leave it up to you to have a plan to get into trouble.” Ginny said rolling her eyes, a small smile forming on her face. “Well I guess that’s settled then. I’ll hit up (Y/n), Ron you hit up Nev and tell him to bring the loud. Lots of it too!”

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That’s how they all ended up where they are currently. ‘Exhibit A’ was more than enough to get Percy packing his bags and leaving for a friends house after their parents had left. And of course, Hermione, Harry, (Y/n), and Neville had all shown up at the Burrow bright and as happy as ever.

Although many people dealt around Hogwarts, Neville’s weed was always the best. He grew custom strains which were infused with other magical plants that had all sorts of properties. You wanted it to taste and smell like cheesecake? Done. Something odorless that packed a mean punch? Also done. He took good care of his product and went through the precautions to make sure it was not only safe but also that he didn’t get caught. He wasn’t always an avid weed smoker though. Originally, a friend had suggested it to him to help with his anxiety which had increased over the years but eventually it became less of an anxiety reducer and more of a favorite pastime. And hell, it left him with a pretty fucking nice amount of galleons in his pocket. It was also how he had met her.

He looked up at her form as she sat across the shed, looking as radiant as ever. She was laughing at something but he didn't know what over the sound of the music. One of his favorite things about her was how beautiful the whiteness of her smile was in comparison to her rich brown skin. It drove him absolutely nuts. It had only been a few weeks since he last saw her but as usual there was something new about her appearance.

He let his eyes wander over the work of art that was (Y/n). Her hair was different, her usual shoulder length black box braids had been swapped our for a beautiful set of honey blonde faux locs that stopped at her waist. In addition to her septum, she now had a nose ring on the left side of her nose and- was that a smiley piercing? Her skin was glowing vibrantly under the different hues of gold of LED lights that corresponded with the music. His eyes shifted down to her chest. 'Hm, she finally got the other one pierced' he noted due to the fact that her crochet bikini top left only the best bits of her breast to the imagination. And then he got to his favorite part. Her legs. Her supple, plush, smooth as glass legs. This wasn’t the first time he had stared at them longer than needed. He couldn’t help it, they were so fucking thick. And, were those his shorts? She must've stolen them from him last smoke sesh. He didn't mind though, she pulled off those denim shorts well and they hugged her in all the right fucking places.

“Bloody hell Nev, what’s taking you so long to roll the joint? Are you already that gone?” Ron groaned as he threw his head back. Neville looked down at the half rolled blunt in his hands, continuing to lick and roll it skillfully.

“Shut up Ron, just hit the fucking bong and leave Neville alone. Ol’ dramatic ass.” there was that honeysuckle voice he loved. God he could listen to her talk for fucking hours. I mean he had before. Her voice was sweet in the center and rough around the edges, a thick american accent still prominent in her voice. He smiled at that, looking up at her to find her already looking at him. As he continued to roll, he licked a fat strip on the wrap before shooting her a wink.

“Thank you, petal.” he murmured quietly knowing she hadn’t heard as he looked back down at his hands finishing up. He grabbed the same lighter that he carried with him everywhere before lighting the end. As he was about to take a hit, a certain pair of gloss coated lips leaned over his shoulders taking a hit as she wrapped her arms around his upper half.

Ron groaned again in irritation. “I hate it when you get the first hit! You always leave that damn sticky shit all over the blunt.” as he glared at the girl. She giggled before crawling off the wraparound couch taking her place next to brunette ruffling his long shaggy hair. He had been growing it out recently for no particular reason (definitely not the girl to his right).

“Ron you always buggin on something, nigga shut the fuck up! That’s why when you hit the blunt you leave it wet. Ol’ soppy mouth nigga I swear to god. Share with Mione.” she retorted as she leaned into Neville’s side looking up at him. He smiled down at her before wrapping his arm around her bringing her impossibly close. They both loved each other's touch when they were high. Whenever he’d touch her in one spot, (Y/n) always felt it in another- especially between her legs. She leaned up, kissing his freckled cheek with a smile. “Hey sir, how’s my favorite doing today?” she questioned as he bent down, placing a kiss right below her ear.

“You know I’m always content when you’re next to me, flower. You don’t even have to question it.” he whispered in her ear before pulling back. She felt her face heat up as she rolled her eyes shoving him lightly. She crawled in his lap, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He instinctively moved one to her waist, stroking the smooth exposed sepia skin that was there for his enjoyment.

“You always talking some mess, Nev. Why don’t you do something bout it?” she said, motioning for him to hold the blunt up to her lips. He ignored her, looking into her eyes as he took a fat rip. He removed his hand from her waist, gripping her cheeks with it, rings digging into her skin. He leaned impossibly close as he shot gunned the smoke into her mouth. His lips hovered impossibly close to hers. ‘Finally’ she found herself thinking as she closed her eyes. However, the feeling of his soft pink lips never hit hers and she opened her eyes to find him smirking at her.

“And ruin this little game we have? Never.” He said, finally passing the blunt to her. If he had to be honest with himself, he was scared shitless. He was afraid if he actually did make that final move, jumped that final obstacle that she would be gone from his life. Sure, they made out all the time. It was normal for the two of them to get quite handsy with each other during smoke sessions but he found not even that being enough. He didn’t just wanna have his hands on her when he was high or wasted out of his fucking mind, he wanted her all the time. He wanted to sneak into each other's dorms and cuddle till wee hours of the morning. To carry her things to class for her. He wanted to live, breathe, and sleep (Y/n). But, is that what she wanted? He never knew.

She sighed softly to herself, contemplating. It was very apparent to her that Neville wanted her just as badly as he wanted her. So, why had he never jumped the gun? Did he not want more? Was he really content with this little cat and mouse game they had? He couldn’t be, she knew who he was at heart which was a romantic just as she was. She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the familiar beat of Hello? by Clairo ft Reji Snow. She smirked at him, leaning her forehead against his as she began to grind softly on his lap.

“Are you into me? Like I’m into you. Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you?” she sung to him softly, her (e/c) eyes meeting his hazel ones. He moved his hands up and down her body as she continued to grind her hips down on his. He let his hands travel to her ass, gripping it firmly. She leaned back slightly as she hit the blunt before returning the favor he had earlier. “You’re so close, and yet so far. I wonder how you look when you’re in the dark.” (Y/n) continued singing as kissed up his neck, nibbling at the junction of his jaw and neck. He took one of the hands from her ass, moving some of the locs that had fallen into her face. He quickly tossed the blunt out of her hand into the ashtray in the table in front of them before leaning in and kissing her with such strong intensity.

The honey blonde haired girl moaned softly, already putty in the boy’s hands. Neville always knew exactly what to do with his hands. Where to kiss, where to tug, where to bite. Anything but actually dealing with the problem between her legs. She tangled her hands into the back of his hair, matching his lip movement. As he continued holding her ass with one hand, he used his other to stroke her cheek gently. A stark contrast to the kiss they were in which was wet, rough, and fast. He trailed his tongue over her lip which she gladly accepted. Their tongues danced together lazily as sweat began to build up on both of them. She pulled away partly, a trail of spit connecting them.

“Take this dumb ass jacket off. It’s the middle of July.” She grumbled as she began to unzip it, leaving him in some muggle band shirt she had gotten him one year from the states. She leaned back in, continuing to move her hips to the beat of the song. Neville began to move his hips up to match her movements. “Oh? So you got moves now huh? Who taught you those?”

“Don’t play dumb petal, you know you did.” He responded before gripping at her neck with his ringed hand. She gasped softly, looking into his blood shot blown out eyes. The music, the lighting, his touch? It was all much too much to handle. Her senses were overloaded by pleasure, the jane in her system. He tightened his hand some, leaning in closer. “You’re driving me absolutely mad, darling. Do you know that? I’d do anything you asked me to.” the movement of her hips had stilled but he kept going. She could feel the imprint of his member through his pants. Suddenly it was the only thing (Y/n) could focus on.

“Them Ravenclaw girls weren’t lying then, huh? You packin like that Nev?” she said suddenly. She knew he had asked her something a second ago, but the weed was really starting to hit. Her brain was foggy and hazed, the only thing she could think about now was him. She took one of her manicured hands, trailing it down his shirt till she reached his crotch. She gripped it in her hands, eyes widening slightly. He chuckled softly, catching her attention.

“Don’t act so surprised. You know I used to get around quite a bit.” He said, moving so his tent was resting against her inner thigh.

“Used to?” she questioned, laying her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. She took in his scent sighing softly. Neville always smelled like a mix of lavenders, cologne, and that loud. She knew it from anywhere, especially when she smelled it in the amortentia they brewed during potions that one time.

“Yeah I don’t really pipe girls like I used to.” He moved his hands up, embracing her close as he kissed the top of her head. “Ever since a certain pesky little American girl started making their way into my life, she’s all I could think about.” she rolled her eyes some, punching him on the arm as he began to laugh.

“Don’t fuck around like that, that shit aint even funny.” she grumbled, pouting as she crossed her arms. “I thought you had an actual answer!”

“On god that was my actual answer, (Y/n)! You asked why and I told you why. Absolutely anyone could tell I’m mad for you.” Neville said as he uncrossed her arms, holding her small delicate hands in his large ones. He intertwined their hands, her sharp acrylic nails digging into his hands slightly. “Did you know when Keaton Willis asked you to Hogsmeade, I was so mad that I wouldn’t sell to him for 3 months?!”

“But I didn’t even go with him! Me and you went together to go get ice cream, remember?”

“So?! He still fucking asked you. I’m getting heated just thinkin’ about it.” He mumbled as he looked away from her. He pulled her closer, resting his head on the top of hers. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you dating such a loser. He’s not even a good guy and he’s always fucking short with his galleons when he buys. I have to practically hound the guy for my money. Yknow what? Fuck it.” he looked up at the brown skinned girl before holding her face in both his hands. He took in her features. Her plump lips, edges laid to perfection, face ‘beat to the gods’ as she would say. “Go out with me. Be my girl, petal. I can’t bear you not being mine for another second.” he said. She pretended to ponder for a bit before she looked back at him.

“Depends, will I get free weed? I expect free weed from dating the weed man, you know.” she said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“You already get free weed! Don’t pretend you don’t.” he said loudly, catching the others’ attention.

“What? Nev that’s not fair! You always make me pay and we’re mates! What happened to bros befo-”

“Ron you finish that and you ain’t leavin this shed with an eye, I can promise you that boy.” she whipped her head around quickly, glaring at the boy. Ron quickly shut his mouth knowing first hand that her promises were never empty. He gulped slightly before nodding, turning back to Hermione who handed him the bong muttering something about how he looked like he needed it.

“But to answer your question, Nev baby, I’d love to be your girl. Nothing would bring me greater pleasure than doing so.” (Y/n) leaned forward, leaving a lip gloss print on his cheek.

“Well I’m glad you said yes because it would’ve been very awkward explaining to everyone tomorrow where that hickey on your neck came from.”

“Nev!”

#black reader #black!reader #poc reader #poc!reader #Neville Longbottom #neville x reader #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x you #neville x you #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter

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shadowpeachspost · 2 years ago

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SO FRIDAY EVENTS HAPPENED-

Ok so..I started school on Thursday and it was ok. LETS GO TO THE MAIN TOPIC!

So Friday, it had ups and downs and I shall go in order of how that whole day, changed my sophomore year..

Y'all ready?

Bet.

Early morning during 1st pd

All of my friends were either wearing camo or green. This is one of those days where we just show up in the same color/clothing. This is the 2nd time that happened [freshmen year we were all wearing black] and none of us planned it. So all you could see that morning was a table with camo, green, blue, white, and black clothing.

Skipping most of the day to 6th-9th pd

Earlier in the summer, after mcc 24, I heard a rumor saying "Dream won't be in the next MCC". And call me a dream stan all you want, I didn't believe it. In 6th pd Art class, my art teacher said, "Draw a happy event that happened this summer." I wanted to do a split of Dream reaching 30 million subscribers and him winning mcc 24. Obviously, I still have to finish it but it will be done.

7th pd Earth Science rolled around, and it was still related to summer. We had to make 2 memorable things on what happened. Me being an angsty kid, I made a grave and said, "I made a grave to be tributes to a youtuber and a flower shop :D".

Everyone was either weirded out or just confused on why I made those...

8th pd English class is where things started tumbling. Once I checked who was on this mcc teams, Dream was not in sight.. I felt my heart cracked, ready to break if something pushed me too hard again. [Explanation: Call me petty, dream stan, biased, whatever. I can't watch anyone besides Dream for mcc. It feels more comfortable knowing I still have a comfort streamer/youtuber around instead of another running their own kingdom above me. I don't have the same excitement while watching someone stream mcc unlike Dream and I really think it's kinda a problem for me. I'll try my best to stop this habit but it may take some time.]

9th pd Geometry class rolled around and I was almost in tears. After hearing Dream not participating in mcc, I was really not in the mood to do any math. What happened after was the teacher would switch our seats in alphabetical order [for attendance purposes] and keep it that way. So not only that I was in back of the class upset about an event coming up, but now I'm farther from my crushes(Daniel and Julyet who are both dating each other).

The water shield was ready to break from my eyes but I held it to the end of the day. Luckily, things started to get better. I was able to head to my cousin's house for the weekend [I'm back home now] and we had alot of fun.

The thing I wanted to talk about in this post [Still happened at my cousin's house]

Sooooooooo...

Around 9:43 pm, maybe later, Me and Daniel were just dming on insta. Then, he sent this:

Now at first I said, "YOU CAN'T JUST ASK THAT QUESTION RANDOMLY!!! AINT NO WAY YOU SAYING THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE BORED! YOU PULLED THAT FROM YOUR ASS!!"

But then, I thought about it.. "Why would he ask me that? Does he like me too? But, he's in love with Julyet. There's no way. Did someone tell him I have a crush on him?? WHAT IF SOMEONE DID???"

I was having a whole panic attack. I didn't want to tell him. But, it felt like if I didn't, the empire state building weighting on my back wouldn't be placed. So, I made up a half lie:

The 'oh' he texted sent shivers down my spine.. Thoughts, voices, racing in my head. "Why does he sound disappointed? Does he actually like me?? Is he upset he took Julyet away from me? Why is he leaving? I think I upsetted him.. Now I fucked up."

I had to tell him..

He needed to know the truth...

I just need to:

Let.

It.

Out.

I gave him a distraction about a small, fast, blue and orange car. He was interested. I wanted to get it over with. And so:

At first, I thought he would say, "I'm sorry but.. I don't feel the same.." I was panicking, scared, upset, afraid, all the words to describe this situation..

The emoji popped up..

I didn't know how to feel.

Do I feel good?

Bad?

I was shocked but also numb.

I thought, "What if it's just for tease? He would never.. Maybe it was a mistake. It had to be!"

I don't have the screenshot but he did ask why I liked him besides everyone else. Long story short, this happened:

He's compliments made me feel like I just came back from the worst news in my life and he just..saved me.

I was confused if he liked me or not. So:

So basically you can say we're friends with benefits. Just not sexual kinds. And, I'm glad he had feelings towards me. Sure it's not fully but hey, at least it isn't a no.

And yea! That's my weekend for you all. Did I expect this to go down? No. Do I regret telling him? Also no. Do I plan on telling Julyet about my feelings for her? Probably but, thats another story to stay too.

Until then, I must go.

Ciao lovelies,

Ray~♡

#lmk lady bone demon #lmk mei #lmk pigsy #lmk spoilers #lmk tang #lmk macaque #lmk mk #lmk monkey king #lmk nezha #lmk wukong #love #boy crush #girl crush #polyamourous #bigender #bisexual #genderfluid #lgbtqiia+

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classicjdiesandgoestohell · 3 years ago

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summer thoughts

i have an eventful summer this year, for literally the first time ever and im excited. i finished finals, my lowest score on any of my finals was 100% lol. schools over for good I can't believe I'm done with it for the rest of my life. but it doesn't really feel like it? its probably because i only went for 2 months, so when it finished it didn't feel that eventful. it doesn't feel like summer.

im dreading the month between summer break starting & when my fun stuff starts. glass animals concert is on june 14th, i was already sooo excited for that because they've been my favorite band for 5 years now. and ive tried to go their concert 3 times and it always fell thru. this one i bought the tickets for in 2020 and it got postponed. Finally i get to see them, and at red rocks of all places too!!!! Aaaand seeing my internet bestie of like 3,4 years now (mae, that is so strange. we met in 2018 i believe. i don't even remember how we started talking off of amino). added excitement bc that was cancelled and then now it's happening again l. soooo excited im starting to draw art for our art trade that was supposed to be via mail but now i can give it in person.

then of course The Main Attraction Of Summer, going to texas for nick. of course im fucking excited for that. i have calmed my nerves about it over the last few days, ive been thinking about things other than it the last few days (it was literally the only thing on my mind for weeks). i don't have much to say on this that i haven't said before. just so excited so excited man.

anyways the month stretch between these 2 things is... idk how im gonna make it. its not that im bored waiting for them to happen, i can handle the fact i have to wait. but school is out, and im aimless. im so bad at self regulating without having something like school to give me a schedule and purpose. i am afraid of falling back into a mental health rut, so ill be doing everything in my power not to. mostly i keep telling myself everything im doing is for the fun things later. like my dad asking me to do chores, i do them right away because its like karma for getting to do things this summer or something. that could actually be a post in itself, the way i function within my own brain is so odd lately. i can't remember how i was before, but i know that i wasn't always like this.

summer is good. im happy. this is the best year of my life so far.

#lucky strike #southview

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ariparri · 4 years ago

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Aahh it's here, it's finally here TwT

This story was written by cursedautumn on Instagram as her part of a story/art trade.

Woke up today to see that she was able to finish it and I just love it ToT

I just adore this ship so much and I'm happy the first kiss scenario exists through a story!

The original scenario has Veruca a bit more shy when asking for another kiss before Diego just smothers her and starts calling her cute. But this, this was perfect!!

And I think that last bit of the story may be a nod to Avis, Veruca's great grandmother, due to her patronus/symbolism being a blue butterfly. If it is, that's just so cute!

The June evening of that year was absolutely perfect for a date: the sky was clear, dark blue and starry, and on the horizon there was a strip of sun so bright ruby color that it was painful to look at it. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and wood, and the flower beds flanking the Westside Park paths were filled with scarlet roses, yellow tulips, and white peonies-in short, a beautiful profusion of flowers. In the twilight, the gazebo, festooned with glittering garlands and lit with candles, looked like a real magic house, and Veruca, who came here to meet Diego, marveled at the beauty and romantic atmosphere of this place. Diego had a way of surprising her, even though this was probably their tenth date. By the way, they never kissed, and he was still eager to give her a real holiday every time. Romantic!

"Do you like it?" Diego asked coquettishly, adjusting the collar of his snow-white shirt. Veruca nodded confidently. "I told you, this is a great place for a date!"

"And you were right as always!" she laughed. They began to pull out of a wicker round basket the provisions they had brought with them for the date: a bottle of rose wine, expensive cheese, a mind-blowing scented baguette with a thin crisp crust, glasses, a bunch of ripe grapes and a bag of cherries, chocolates and napkins. "I think there are more garlands here than there are stars in the sky."

"And the brightest star is right here, right next to me," he said. Veruca smiled: her boyfriend offered a few standard, but very pleasant, compliments. Diego took one of the cherries in his mouth and took a big bite. A drop of juice rolled down his chin and was about to fall on his shirt, but he caught it and wiped it with his finger so that Veruca blushed involuntarily and turned away, pretending to be very busy looking at the wine in the bottle.

She and Diego had been dating for quite some time, and she couldn't even remember exactly when it all started. Their relationship flowed like a river: from date to date, hugs, dancing, talking — but so far without kissing or anything more daring. It seemed strange to Veruca that she, a grown-up girl, didn't kiss her boyfriend, but given the circumstances, she could be forgiven for that. And then, what's the point of a relationship if you have to force yourself into it? Diego didn't force her. He just waited. Veruca understood what he wanted, and she often found herself wanting to finally expand the horizons of possibilities. But she just didn't feel ready for it yet. Maybe it will happen today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month. Veruca didn't make a wish. She had learned to expect anything from herself.

Although, frankly, she liked Diego not only in platonic terms. As a man, he was remarkable, but his merits were not limited to this. He was a rare beauty: dark, fit, muscular, with long, thick hair the color of bitter chocolate and pleasant dark eyes. When he undressed, smiled, ruffled his hair, Veruca was ready to devour him with her eyes, and inside she had a burning desire to kiss him. However, she held back. Controlled herself.

"Well, let's get started!" Diego said solemnly, picking up the wine bottle and carefully uncorking it. Veruca followed his strong, beautiful hands with her eyes. "Shall we start with a baguette with cheese? I'm starving."

They sat down at a table in the gazebo next to each other. The sun had set, and Westside Park was plunged into a romantic haze. They unwrapped the thin paper that served as the packaging for the baguette. Dark cherries and transparent grapes glittered enticingly on their round, glittering sides. Diego poured the wine into the glasses — the liquid sparkling and fresh as a morning lake.

There was silence for a while. Veruca sipped her wine. It was sweet, with hints of apricot, not too cloying or tart. Her throat burned pleasantly. It wasn't that she was getting drunk very quickly, but tonight the wine was particularly relaxing, and she quickly stopped thinking, stopped worrying, and leaned her elbows on the table with an exhalation. Diego didn't say a word, but his eyes said more: he looked at her with love and adoration. With each passing second, Veruca felt lighter and lighter, and wanted to laugh, jump up, and dance. She stared at his handsome face, at his broad shoulders, at his dark gold hair…

"Hey, honey!" Diego snapped his fingers in front of her face and smiled. "What are you thinking, mmm?" Veruca smiled and caught his hand. "Nothing, really."

"How's the wine?" he asked, rolling a seductive smile on his lips. Veruca shrugged, pretending to be only mildly impressed.: "Very pleasant. Light. I love that kind of thing."

"I know," Diego grinned, and moved closer to her. Veruca took a slice of bread and took a bite; it was fresh, crisp, and delicious. "Damn, this wine is crazy! I got it from a distant relative of mine, who works for Limmiani wine products."

"Oh, you're related to a Limmiani worker?" Veruca asked in a flirtatious tone. "I'm definitely not going to leave you now!"

They laughed as they sipped their wine and ate crusty bread, tender cheese, juicy, honey-sweet grapes and cherries, and hard but fast-melting chocolate. The sky overhead shimmered and glowed with cold bluish stars. It got a little cold. Veruca shivered, she forgot her coat at home. Diego noticed this and immediately asked her to take his jacket; she accepted the offer and did not regret it at all — the fabric was soft and warm, it smelled pleasantly of perfume and flowers. They sat there for half an hour, enjoying each other's relatively intimate physical company, until Diego asked her to dance.

"Dance? Here?" Veruca laughed, feeling a little light. It was already dark and not so warm. "That's nice, but I'm not sure I can waltz in my heels."

"Then take them off," Diego suggested. "The grass is soft, there are no insects here. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Veruca hesitated a little, but finally obeyed and kicked off her shoes. She put her bare feet on the ground. The grass was still warm, warmed by the afternoon sun, and very soft, like Wilhelmina's blue velvet dress, which she loved to wear on winter visits and of which she was insanely proud. For a second, Veruca thought she was going to fall, but she managed to stay on her feet and held out her arms to Diego.…

And at that moment, music began to pour out of nowhere. Pleasant, clear as a bird's song, it shimmered and flowed like a stream — a real delight for the ears! She relaxed, and she and Diego began a romantic dance in Westside Park, under the stars and trees.

Their dance was somewhat awkward, a little drunk, but pleasant and somehow natural, as if it wasn't some kind of surprise. Numerous golden lights blurred in Veruca's eyes. The scent of flowers, honey, and just-begun summer filled her lungs like fresh sweet wine filled a crystal glass. Veruca remembered the time she and Diego had been to the Hogwarts summer festival. It smelled like summer there, too. Memories intertwined with the melody, and suddenly it dawned on her — the same music played at the disco when they won the title of the best couple of the festival! Veruca wanted to laugh, but she didn't: she didn't want to ruin such a tender and romantic moment. Diego even remembered the music they had danced to when they were only sixteen or seventeen. Did he cherish everything connected with it so much that even the music from the festival was imprinted in his memory?..

Veruca's heart ached with love and tenderness. She rested her head on Diego's shoulder. He stroked her back with his hand. The rough palms touched the soft, exposed skin of her back; it was like a tickle, like a butterfly sitting on her back, and then it fluttered up, flapped its wings, and flew away.

She was frightened, excited, and attracted by their closeness. Veruca knew better than to be afraid of Diego, and she trusted him. No, perhaps it was not he who frightened her, but the unknown, the unknown romantic expanses. She was standing right on the edge of the abyss, ready to throw herself into it. The fear was gone. Veruca wanted to do something urgently, so that they would be even closer than they were now.

Even closer. Impossibly close.

The dance was not enough.

Breathing, too.

Veruca couldn't wait any longer. She lifted her head and met Diego's warm gaze. He was looking at her, waiting for something. His hands on her body felt like living, open fire.

Veruca cupped his face in her hands, raised herself on her toes, and pressed her lips to his. And Diego returned the kiss, holding her even tighter.

Veruca froze, feeling her hands grow cold, her head burn; her lips burned as his hot and sensual mouth pressed against hers, and she went limp and soft, her heart ached sweetly in her chest and fluttered with wonder and happiness. The smell of Diego enveloped her — the smell of hot chocolate, perfume and apricot wine, his warm hands, his shirt and smooth hair. They kissed timidly, carefully, as if they might hurt each other. It was... nice. Very much so. She had never been kissed before (the cheek doesn't count), and the kiss with Diego Caplan, her beloved man, was unexpected and completely beautiful. Everything around them — the gazebo, the darkness and cool wind, the wine and food left and the music — didn't matter, because Diego was there, and she was kissing him on the lips for the first time.

Finally, they pulled away. Veruca suddenly felt weak, vulnerable, and at the same time liberated. She did it! She kissed him! She kissed Diego Caplan on the lips herself, and he answered her! She was filled with a sweet delight in herself.

Diego smiled in surprise; he seemed equally shocked and delighted. Veruca heard his voice close to her ear: "What was that, Miss McQuaid?"

"Don't you understand, Mr. Caplan?" Veruca was not left in debt. Then she lowered her voice. "I think the second time you will understand for sure."

"Oh," Diego said knowingly. His eyes flashed. "Would you like to repeat it? I'd love to, believe me."

Veruca was flushed. Merlin, she had to be so drunk to pay compliments that gave a head start to Diego Caplan, the master of compliments! She laughed nervously and started to turn away, but Diego cupped her face in his hands — just as she had done a few minutes ago — and asked softly, "Did you like it?"

She bit her lip. "Yes. And you?"

"Me, too." Diego grinned with a raise of his eyebrows. "Can we try again?"

Veruca laughed and was about to agree when he kissed her. The second kiss was bolder, less innocent. They intertwined their tongues, bit each other's lower lip, hugged, squeezed and clung tighter, embodying in this kiss all that they could not express in words, all that Veruca was so shy, and what she could not get over. Finally, this barrier was overcome.

The second kiss was followed by a third. Veruca and Diego kissed hungrily, feeling an acute lack of each other's warmth. It had been dark for a long time, and the ground was cold, but they were warm, even hot. It was hard to stop. They finally broke away from each other, disheveled and flushed, and their hot foreheads touched.

"You're the best," Diego muttered breathlessly, "woman I've ever had. I adore you."

"And you're the best man I've ever had," Veruca replied with a sly smile. "By the way, I think we have some wine left. Why don't we finish it off?"

"Food is sacred," Diego agreed, and they walked back to the gazebo, holding hands and laughing. A butterfly with bright blue wings, hiding behind one of the light bulbs, fluttered into the air and flew away into the black sky, shimmering with flashing diamond stars, into a summer night full of love...

#dieruca #diego x veruca #veruca mcquaid #diego caplan #hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm fanfiction #hphm fanfic #post hogwarts

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emptymasks · 5 years ago

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Yancy being totally flustered and ruined by Illinois calling him pet names is totally valid but you know what’s better? The first time Yance feels comfortable enough and happy enough to be like ‘Aww, Illi, ain’t you a doll?’ and Illinois stops dead because HE does the pet names and complimenting, HE does the charming. No one charms him. But his heart is Bang Bang Banging and Yancy has a 404 adventurer on his hands.

ain’t you a doll // yancy x illinois

Pairing: Yancy x Illinois

Words: 1089

Rating: General Audiences

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Notes (more notes at the end): finally got around to writing something for these two. i put the call out for prompts for yancy/illinois two and a half weeks ago and im finally writing about them. i jsut finally felt inspired and woo boy this got really soft i was dying writing them holding hands.

@wexeatxthexrude thank you so much for the prompt

edit: fixed the formatting issue, damn you tumblr why do you like to warp my fics. thanks to those that let me know.

Another adventure successfully and mostly safely completed, and anotherpriceless artefact soundly and more than mostly safely delivered to the museum.

This wasn’t the first adventure Yancy had tagged along on, but this was thefirst time he’d come with Illinois to the museum to deliver what they’dretrieved and Illinois felt stupid for worrying about whether Yancy was goingto like it or not. Of course he was going to like it, I mean thisplace had the most complete triceratops skeleton in the world! Okay… that’sone of the reasons he liked it, didn’t mean Yancy would. Illinoisforgot a lot of the time that not everyone found old fossils and relics andremains as interesting or cool as he did.

Luckily, Yancy had been enthralled as Illinois walked him around theexhibits and gave him his own exclusive, honorary tour, that was packed withway more information, and much more accurate information, than the museum’sofficial tour guides could ever offer, and hey he also heard this exclusivetour had the best looking guide.

And also luckily Yancy hadn’t gotten bored or fed up of him rambling andgetting over-excited, he’d just listened to everything and smiled and been sosupportive Illinois hadn’t felt this… it felt too early to say ‘loved’…admired maybe… He hadn’t felt this ‘unnameable positive emotion that made hischest feel warm and tight’ in a long time.

“Hey you know, there’s a cafe next to the lobby in here, and when it’snice and hot like this they sell ice cream, you want to grab any? Mytreat?” He asked Yancy once he’d finally finished leading him around theexhibits.

“Aww, Illy, ain’t you a doll.”

Illinois froze.

What… just happened?

Did Yancy just… call him a pet name?

No, no, no, that was his job, he was meant to be the onefull of compliments and pet names. He charmed people, people didn’tcharm him.

People didn’t… When was the last time anyone had charmed him?Illinois tried to think back and sure he knew when people were looking at himlike they wanted to do something to him, or wanted him to do something to them,but no one really flirted with him unless the occasional confident soul shot afew lines back at him as he winked and smiled.

But no one called him pet names, people didn’t call him pet names, Yancyhadn’t ever called him by a pet name before. Yancy was cute and softer, whileIllinois was stoic and cocky and tough, not that Yancy wasn’t tough but… Theway Yancy had said that…

It was just a pet name, just one word, why the hell was he freaking out somuch? He felt the urge to put a hand on his chest to see if his heart reallywas having as much of a fit as he thought it was. His cheeks felt hot, had theyalways felt that hot? It was fairly warm in here but the museum did have airconditioning but it was the summer so-

Something flashed across his face.

There it was again.

It was Yancy’s hand.

“Ill? I didn’t break yous, did I?” Yancy was a lot closer than hehad been before, when did he move? Oh god Illinois prayed to whatever strangedeity might shine down on him that he hadn’t just been standing here for whoknows how long staring into space.

“No, no,” Illinois cringed and coughed as he heard his voice comeout almost squeaky. “Not at all darlin’ you just, uh, took me bysurprise with that is all.”

“With what?” Yancy tilted his head to the side.

Okay maybe he could get away with pretending this never happened. “Oh,nothing, don’t worry about it, but I was saying wasn’t I that I would-”

“It’s cause I called yous ‘doll’ ain’t it?” Yancy was grinning butthere was an insecurity there as if he was afraid of being embarrassed if hewas wrong.

“I, uh,” Illinois shook his head. “Alright, you caught me. Ijust… didn’t expect the pet name is all.”

“Yous seemed to short circuit on me for a second there. How not used toit are you?” Yancy laughed and Illinois dug thumbs under his belt andbalanced back on his heels as he ducked his head (something he was starting tolearn was a nervous tick of his, not that he got nervous of course). “Oh,real not used to it huh?” And Yancy knew what his body language meant andthat was something unusual but… sweet. Not many people had stuck around(whether by their own choice or… not their own choice) long enough to get toknow him this well.

“I suppose I’m used to being the charmer but not the charmee,”Illinois joked, or at least tried to, it must have not worked considering theserious expression on Yancy’s face. “Yance? That’s not… weird, right?How I reacted, I mean.”

Yancy’s eyes stayed serious but he smiled. “Oh not at all, doll.I'ms just thinking what I can dos with this information.” And he smirked,Illinois hadn’t even known Yancy knew how to smirk. “So, what was thatyous were saying about getting us ice cream, sweetheart?”

Oh no. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Yancy had too much power.

He his face heating up had nothing to do with the room temperature thistime. His hand found it’s way up and tugged at the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah,” He tried to shake the feelings off. “I’ll lead theway.”

Yancy, shyly but slyly leaned into him as they walked and brushed theirhands together. Illinois almost jumped, but pushed his hand back into Yancy andhe saw how Yancy’s face lit up from the corner of his eye. Something like thiswas a big step for both of them, both touch-starved from their time alone, butYancy was also so used to people touching him because they were hurting him.Illinois was making sure that never happened again, and was trying his best notto mess things up.

Yancy smiled and held his hand and squeezed it and just looked so darn cutethat Illinois turned his head to the side and slid his hand over his stubbleand over his mouth.

“Yous alright, Noisy?”

“I’m fine, Yancy.” Illinois sighed and dropped his hand, failingto fight the smile off his face.

“Alright,” Yancy cocked his head and grinned. “Doll.”

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bittybattybunny · 5 years ago

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I need more fluff before angst steals the show!!! Of all the food Hattie's shared with him, what is Snatcher's favorite? Do Snatcher and Hattie ever swim together? Has Hattie cried in front of Snatcher (and how did he respond)? Does Hattie enlist Snatcher's help to build the BIGGEST, most impressive sandcastles? Thank you for all the wonderful content for this AU, I'm LOVING IT

Oh don’t worry! It actually takes a bit before we even hit the angst in the au! I just like teasing about it because I’m living for the reactions. The fic is actually like 70% fluff with 25% angst and 5% suffering. There’s just some BIG angst moments that will hit. So don’t worry much when i’m being a lil gremlin with the angst! I just like writing it. (gods if you want angst you should hear what I’ve done to my oc Kai. Poor girl doesn't catch a break)

I just find a bit of angst makes the fluff sweeter.

also im gonna be wordy so---

okay in order!!!

Snatcher’s favorite so far has been the spicy chips she brought him! He loves spicy foods that burn his mouth to hell and back because he’s never got to experience that in the ocean eating raw kill, nor as a prince because they worried for his health (his guard would sneak him snacks sometimes; and even taught him to cook) when he becomes human; she introduces him to hot sauce and he never goes back. Poor Eclipse hates spicy food and he keeps cooking it and its suffering. He adores spicy hot Doritos and flaming hot Cheetos.

Yes all the time! Hattie loves swimming with him as he will let her rest on him when she gets tired. he also takes her to places most people cant get to because the sharks and such prevent entry! He scares sharks away just by swimming near them so he’s the best safety! He helps her find lots of cool seashells and such and even cleans them out if they have something living in it still! He even eventually helps her mother get used to the water so all three of them go swimming! (well, Hattie will swim with Snatcher, Eclipse kinda just, hangs onto him afraid of sinking.)

She has! A few times. Actually I was just writing a scene with her crying with him but that relates to a big angst so I won’t share that.

But she’s cried from falling on the dock, he freaked out and had to check her over. He did his best to wipe her tears however he was covered in salt water and made it worse. She wound up laughing in the end from his frantic attempts to comfort. She’s also cried when she was lonely as her mother had to stay at the doctor’s longer than normal and he wrapped around her until she fell asleep. When he’s able to be human again, she’s cried during thunderstorms, and he lets her curl up with him. This isn’t for a number of chapters still obvs since it’s human snatcher but have some dadtcher:

“I already did!” She beamed, running over in game to show him. Her mother’s blue and grey house was surrounded by black roses. “I put black ones for now. But I really want to get blue roses someday.” She grinned ear to ear, gasping and dropping her controller as the lights went out with lightning. She crawled into the poor man’s lap pulling the blanket close.

“It’s just a storm.” He said but, he kept his voice low and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close, “It will pass. You’re mom will come home, we’ll all go for a swim or something.”

“Can i just. Stay here for a little bit?” She whimpered as she clung to his shirt. She buried her head under his chin, tears on her eyes, “Please, snatcher?”

He sighed, “Well, Clearly I’m not throwing you outside.” He got up, holding her, “God, how does your mother swing you around without breaking a sweat all the time?” He groaned. Carrying her to the kitchen, “Does Eclipse keep candles around?”

Hattie shook her head from in the blanket, holding fast, “Mom doesn’t like fire.”

He stared at her, “She doesn’t like fire. She hates water. Does your mother like anything other than you and raw meat?” He sighed, “Then is there some.. Other power lights? Something without the main lights?”

“I think we have flashlights in the closet.” She recalled, “But mom keeps them with her work gear mostly.”

Giving a curt nod, he made way to the closet setting her down so he could rummage. Ropes. Climbing Gear. Shovels. Was that tnt? He stopped and turned to the blanket claude girl squinting, “Kid I didn’t ask because it’s never been on my head. What. DOES your mother do exactly?”

She clung to him as thunder snapped and shook her head, “Mom’s a dog trainer!” She beamed through her tears, “She helps train service dogs and police dogs!” She grinned.

He held up the, what he assumed was an explosive casing, “You don’t need a bomb for a dog. I don’t think?” He paused, he wasn’t even sure. He never trained a dog. They didn’t even really do that when he was a human. Well hunting dogs. But that was a family thing.

“It could be stuff from when she and Grampa DJ go out.” She thought on it, she had the blanket half over Snatcher as he felt through the closet, “They go off on adventures and come back all dirty, but I like when they do, because mom won’t have to work for a long time and I can hang out with her! Sometimes she brings me cool stuff.”

“That so?” they must be doing something dangerous, feeling in the dark he looked to the child, “So what’s a flashlight look like?”

“It’s the little thing I keep on my shoulder when I’m diving.” She stated.

“Got it.” He felt around finding it and handing it to her, “Okay do the magic.”

Taking the flashlight she clicked it on right into his eyes, illuminating the gold colors. He hissed, revealing his fangs and covered his face with his hands, “KID!” He growled.

“Sorry!” she aimed it away and used a hand to hold his shirt, “Can we go back to the couch…”

Rubbing his poor eyes, he got up holding her hand. Walking past the dead tv, he grabbed her switch from the dock, and picked up her discarded controller.He set them on the side table before grabbing her and falling back on the couch with her on his lap.

“I’m playing now.” He stated, putting the controllers on the main console. He set off on the island, to mainly fix Hattie’s flower power.

She rested against his chest, holding the light so it was aimed at the ceiling bouncing it off the white walls, “I worked hard.” The rain pittered outside as her voice trailed off. Soon enough as he kept one arm around her, the other focused on the game, she fell asleep. He sighed and pulled the blanket over her more. he gave her head a light kiss as he held her close. Thunder rolling outside.

It’s more like she builds the biggest impressive sand castles on him. he’ll just be napping on the beach and she’ll start piling sand on his chest and then he’s stuck there because he doesn’t want to ruin her hard work!

Ahhh thank you!!!! I’m really enjoying creating the content!!!! It’s been a while since i actually had this much fun just. doing this kinda thing. I don’t think I’ve really been this excited and worked up since gods i think when i first create Bells and Whistles (it used to be a fancomic for Summer wars, but I wound up pulling it away and it’s all it’s own standalone. I’m planning to tackle that after I finish Little Contractor and The Moon Guardian and the Lost Prince)

Like seriously this had been keeping me sane while I try not to panic at work everyday. Gotta love being super prone to panic attacks...

But it’s been a blast, plus I’m able to do something I love that I’m not super confident in! (I’m pretty shy about my writing; but everyone's been so nice and it’s uplifting and makes me want to write more)

Also it’s like really good for me art wise. I’ve gotten way better at posing and hands and such with all the sketches I do (plus the comic I’m doing for Eclipse and Snatcher) it’s so much fun!!!

Also i love reading comments and tags.

Yes im reading every tag you guys add. all of them.

Sorry i got a little wordy--! :’3c

#anon #the little contractor ask #not art #should i tag snatcher and hattie since the ficlet??#fan fiction #the little contractor #word vomits all over this poor ask #but hope that helsp your fluff!!!#also for teh record this is actually the chapter snatcher learns eclipse isnt human

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pennys-th0ughts · 5 years ago

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Robert Gray - The Origin of Pennywise 🤡 Chapter 1

Papers were scattered all over the desk and the dim light coming from an old oil lamp was fluttering in a lonely corner of the room. It was raining outside one cool November night of the year 1873 and the cobbled streets of Derry were almost empty. The sky was black ink like and the moon was bigger than usual. I was sitting on my armchair next to the window watching the last persons leave the street heading to the warm refuge of their homes.

The rain drops crashing against the window were falling down the glass getting thinner and thinner until the rain became a light drizzle. My eyes were focused on an old naked tree which had been stripped from all its leaves; it seemed to be dead since a crow was holding onto one of its branches looking erratically sideways. A seemingly endless night had woken up from its brief nap time, wet weather made it longer but sometimes the fresh breezes get to cool down my unstoppable mind from overthinking.

Stores were closed and finally the silence took over the sidewalks as insomnia used to take over my tired body and restless mind. I was twenty five years old and I suppose it was an advantage to be that young and have no commitments yet while being the sole heir of the only medicinal store in town. I could use my freedom at will and do whatever I pleased, managing my times since I was my own boss at work. The burden of such responsibility fell down on my shoulders when my father passed away, a couple of years after my mother decided to leave us because of a serious case of fever that my father couldn’t cure. I guess he felt defeated for not being able to cheat death this time and the corrosive feeling of guilt was what finally submitted him one night during his sleep.

The formalities concluded and after an orderly ceremony, the family’s lawyer made me sign some papers, then it all became in some kind of beneficious curse I needed to keep on going in order to survive. My father was the only apothecary in Derry and he began teaching me from an early age the art of mixing drugs to create specific medicines, so my grandfather did with him and so on.

Business flourished when a new disease wave attacked the small town leaving many fatal victims and several people in a critic health state. The only hospital was packed and people who couldn’t get medical attention in this facility had to stay indoors to prevent spreading the illness. There is when I stepped in. During a whole month I wouldn’t stop preparing thousands of dosses commissioned by the hospital and many other wealthy families. I would end up working night and day to fulfill the town needs for medicine to cure diphtheria, soothe the pain and reduce the fever. I got to really enjoy my work, but one day I couldn’t take the overwhelming pressure anymore that made me snap, so I started looking for an assistant to help me out with the preparations and also someone to deliver them. Speeding up the delivery could definitely save other people’s lives.

Shadows of death were still lurking and swallowing everything in its path, turning the alleys darker and the houses emptier. The plague was spreading faster than we could cure it and the atmosphere in Derry was getting heavier with sadness and hopelessness. During the nights, streets looked like pathways to afterlife and the little oil lamps hanging at the entrances were like golden eyes, always watching and waiting.

Two days passed and interested people didn’t make themselves wait much longer and started to come to the drug store asking for the jobs. They were all willing to help but none of them fit with the qualities I was looking for. Until one day I finally found her, or perhaps she found me. Her features were as I imagined them and even better; she had little hands and long fingers, she was meticulous and careful. Her name was Charlotte Wise but she was known in town as Ruby, a well-deserved nickname since her hair was red as the stone. The day she came into the store everything changed, as if a sudden peacefulness had taken over the place. My new assistant would transform not only my work but also my life from that moment on.

Spring arrived after the dark days left Derry and its people slowly tried to get back to normal. Charlotte and I began having more time to spend in each other’s company so I decided it would be a good opportunity to teach her something new related to her job. We were still working as usual but the environment inside the shop had some kind of magic that was making it springier. Andrew, Charlotte’s younger brother, took the delivery job and he was doing very well, we didn’t receive any complaints about time or packages delivered in bad conditions. The boy was attentive and helpful, just like his beautiful sister. Agility was on his side and he was making a great use of it with the bicycle he got for the job. When work increased we bought a new mean of transportation so the boy wouldn’t get caught under the suffocating heat or merciless storms.

That year ended with a happy ending for Derry and we started a new one even happier. Charlotte and I had gathered enough money to begin a new life; she wanted to live with me so we bought a small but modest house two blocks away from the shop. Her brother would inherit his sister bedroom in their mother’s house so things couldn’t have settled down any better. I proposed Charlotte to be my wife one hot summer morning to which she merrily accepted. We got married at the chapel and later we had a delicious brunch under the willows of the park. That day and the ones that would follow would be memorable.

August, 1875

Charlotte’s contractions were getting more often and she will soon start her labor. We found out she was expecting later that summer which to me was like more wonderful news. I was in the middle of a preparation to help diuresis when someone came to the shop and let me know that my wife was in the operations room. I left Andrew in charge of the shop until I got back and rushed to the hospital taking the carriage; it will get me there faster.

I got to the Derry Public Hospital just in time to hold my wife’s hand and help her with her labor. Although she wasn’t looking so well she was doing an amazing job, showing her braver side, as always. The nurses were extremely careful and gentle; they were coming and going, taking wet cloths and other objects to the room.

After a long struggle Charlotte finally delivered a beautiful baby girl into this world. The doctor cut the cord and put her on my wife’s arms; he turned around and made me to a side to talk privately.

– Congratulations Mr. Gray – the literate man said squeezing my shoulder-. Your daughter is in perfect shape – he made a pause and, with a lower tone of voice added- but I'm afraid your wife is in delicate condition now. She has lost too much blood and she will require an intensive iron treatment to overcome the anemia she might possibly develop.

The doctor gave me a prescription with the steps to follow and a food diet, I thanked him for his advice and went back with my wife that had fallen asleep cuddling our child. The little girl was oddly quiet, she seemed confused and curious yet she was paying attention to her surroundings very carefully. I came closer to take a better look at my tiny wonder and took her little hand with my fingers that she immediately held on to firmly. My heart was pounding inside my chest like a machine out of control, making me sweat almost profusely. Nervousness, excitement and curiosity were a complex mixture, as the ones I was so used to prepare with the only difference that this one was totally out of my knowledge.

Charlotte was indeed exhausted and very pale but I could see the joy sparkling in her face. She made a huge effort to open her eyes which eyelids seemed too heavy. Once she could finally fix her eyes with mine, she grabbed my hand and made me sit next to her. She looked at me in silence for some minutes as if trying to dig up my feelings somehow and figure out what was going on inside my head. Slowly the light in her eyes started to fade away, like a candle about to be completely consumed.

– Promise me you will always look after her, Robert – she pleaded in a whisper.

I nodded bitterly without saying a word knowing that, deep down inside she was, in some way, asking me to do something she wouldn’t be able to do and she just wanted to be sure we would be okay. I stroked her cheek so tenderly that the very contact with her smooth skin made the tips of fingers ache. I hugged them both as if I was trying to protect them from the world and the coldness it owned, but my arms seemed not to be enough. Nothing seemed to be enough to replace the turmoil of divided feelings I was being prey of that very moment so, I did what I was the best at, I began mixing them just to find the balance between happiness and sadness, wholeness and emptiness.

Five years later

Snow was covering Derry like no other time of the year and streets looked like unpolluted highways to heaven. There were some children playing in the front gardens of their houses, some were throwing snowballs at each other and some others were building snowmen. Augustine was having a hard time building her snowman since the snow kept on crumbling or the little branches didn’t stop falling from their holes. I was watching her through the window and her persistence was one of the many reasons of my smile. I grabbed my coat and went outside to help her finish what for her seemed to be a colossal monument. She was almost six years old and her mother and I had the chance to pick a name for her which I will always be totally grateful for.

Christmas was near and I had already bought Augustine her present. Andrew would spend the holiday with us since I started to enjoy my brother’s-in-law company and her niece loved her uncle very much. He became a great help when Charlotte passed away and our daughter was still a baby, he would take care of her while I was working and making the deliveries from time to time.

After Charlotte died I didn’t feel the need to bring another woman to work to the shop and less to start a new relationship, the hollow she left inside me was big enough to be impossible to be filled with somebody else’s presence and the fact was I wouldn’t ever try to replace my wife no matter how alone I could feel. My queen left her throne and I had a princess making her way to occupy it someday and that, for some unexplainable reason, was already a whole challenge that I had gladly accepted the very moment I looked at this little girl into her eyes.

To be continued…

#pennys thoughts #short story

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shiningliive · 7 years ago

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Oh that explains it! I'm sorry I sent my ask twice, I thought tumblr didn't send it~ Also congratulations! I hope you super enjoy your stay in japan~ also do take some pictures of utapri related in your trip pls! Thanks~ 😀

Thank you for being understanding! I had a really good time in Japan. I’ve been there once before with my family, but this time I went with a friend. I actually saved this ask for a while so I had an excuse to post some photos. Below the cut I have mainly Utapri related photos, but also a few others.

Sorry in advance for the not so great photos.

I’m going to start off with the Shining Countdown Posters I found. With my Bias for Tokiya and Ai, and my friends bias for Otoya, we happened upon some pretty fitting bois. We found two Ren’s (Shinjuku Station and Shiodome Station), Syo in Meguro Station (after we took the wrong train for 20 minutes), Tokiya in Okachimachi Station and honestly I can’t remember where we found Otoya. Considering we didn’t know where any of them were, we did pretty well.

Not very important, but I got excited seeing the large Prince Summer posters outside a K-Books in Ikebukuro. Also Ai! Couldn’t help the glare but I didn’t want to look weird trying to get a photo for too long.

ALSO! ! ! I was just wandering around an animate (?) or Kotobukiya (?) And! I found! the clo0thes that Shoutan wore in the Oushitsu Kyoushi Heine stage play! Now, granted, I havenent finished Oushitsu Kyoushi Heine, and haven’t seen the stage play, but I super love everything about Shoutan so aaaah. While we were there, two other girls came running to it and were talking about how much they loved Shoutan. I wanted them to notice me, but was too scared to say anything too them. I hope it got across that I also love Shouta! In any case it was a cool experience.

We found this vending machine that had this Utapri thing as well as normal drinks. We had no idea what it was, so my friend bought it and we got the msa one! It was a glass jar, and a small bag. Masa is pretty high on both our lists, so she kept the jar and gave me the bag.

Decided to put a few smaller things we saw into one image. We kept seeing these Danboard x Utapri gacha machines. I regret not getting one. Nearly missed this, but we walked past a Maid Cafe that advertised doing anime latte art. Spotted that Otoya there! As well as a Kuroo and that guy from B-project (I think) that I cant remember the name of. In another K-books (in Akihabara) we saw these ACTUAL SIGNATURES of Otoya, Reiji, Ren and Camus. I couldn’t get my phone out at the time so this is my friends picture. Sorry theres no photo of all of them.

And there’s me watching 3rd stage on the plane on the way back.

Now a few non-Utapri things (although I’ll try keep it to a minimum). These are mostly going to be things that I recommend you do, and places that I recommend you go to if you are thinking of going to Japan. Some of these places I had been to before, but others were new. Still enjoyed everything!

First off, we happened to find some magikarp taiyaki near Nakamise street. I had the chocolate one. It was really nice. We also both really enjoyed wandering around Ueno Park. Its a nice relaxing thing to do on your first day.

Heres some silghtly edited photos of the AMAZING lolita dress up we did in Maison de Julietta in Laforet. It was such a good experience. Didn’t really let on that we could speak a bit of Japanese until we got into the photo area, so even if you don’t speak Japanese the staff are really nice and speak some English. I’m not particularly afraid of showing my face, but I don’t want my photos to be used to promote the service without my permission, sorry you cant see the beautiful dress!

Butler Cafe Swallowtail was another expensive and a bit awkward but still really fun thing we booked. It was such an interesting environment in the cafe. We both liked the butler at the gift shop more than our actual butler haha. He was probably the nicest person we met while we were there.

If any of you are interested in Arashi, we went to Tokyo Dome to buy merchandise (mainly for my mother) and see if we could hear the concert in the distance.

Day trip to Mt Fuji and Hakone. We were supposed to go to 5th station, but we couldnt because of the weather. Still beautiful and we were able to do the ropeway and Lake Ashi Cruise!

If I recommend one thing to do in Japan, its to go to the liberally names Robot Restaurant. As far as food goes you can maybe get some popcorn and 5 dollar doritos, but its probably both of our favourite things we did in Japan. I don’t know how to describe it, but if “Robot Cabaret show” and lots of lasers don’t interest you already, I don’t know what else I can say.

And finally, heres my comiket haul. And oops I lied, theres more Utapri here. Honestly I bought more Utapri last time I went. Theres also the things I bought after comiket at Akihabara and my now larger Live colleciton. feat. four masato pins because it was his birthday and they were a bonus because I spent lots of money there.

I thought some people might be interested in that, even the non Utapri related things. Oops for long post but at least I put it under a break aaaay. RIP if they still haven’t fixed that on mobile. I also bought lots of pins and stuff as well as some clothes and a future ita-bag for Ai, but I’ll show that whenever its done.

If you want to know more about anything I mentioned feel free to message me!

#utapri #uta no prince-sama #japan #travel #me #cuddles-kanato

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myheartisbro-ken · 8 years ago

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Hi. How's your day or night so far? I hope it's good. Hmm, Summer school is useful to get ahead, but it involves a lot note in class time.🌹 A positive is that usually the professors grade a smidgen easier because 1. The kid is taking the class over the summer break, which is kinda sad AND 2. Sometimes they are paid per kid, so it's be bad to fail out everyone. Anyway, I'm anti-parties of drinking. I just don't do my college's part scene. I've off campus housing and prefer to chill there. 💙

Yes! The lack of respect annoys me. The students in my classes will start packing up before the lecture is even finished. It’s distracting/noisy, but more importantly it’s so disrespectful. Also, they’ll walk out of a lecture after signing the sign in sheet, so maybe after 30 min or so. Anyway, I think I had an ask and then forgot to send it.😅 Basically, I think JK is attempting to make a cash grab by adding the new school/houses. She could do as you said and add the lore, but that–(2) 💙 – probably wouldn’t sell as well. The houses allow people to further identify with the HP universe and feel included. Also, there’s the merch. It’s all about the 💸. On to Alex, I agree with you. She’s the protective older sister type…I doubt she’d even want Mon near Kara until he cleaned up his act some (i.e. not as arrogant/violent/sexist etc).💙 Also, yes to the Sanvers bit. I respect the ship and the rep is great, but it seemed a little fast. Let’s not discuss about that here tho. 😊 3Yeah, Cat was cool. She was very determined and driven. Oh, are you excited about her coming back for the finale? I’m curious how they’ll justify it, but I know a lot of her fans will be glad to see her. 😊 Maybe she’ll talk some sense into Kara…😐 Yes, Morgana is amazing. Hmm, I thought that FMK would be harder for you. I guess you’re a lady who knows who and what she wants. I’m kinda indecisive in general. I want to make the ‘right’ choice so I’ll dither for a while on the decision. (4). 💙 It’s cool that you read comics. I don’t, but wanted to get into it. I was more so DC as a teen/kid, but as an older teen more so Marvel. Now, I’m in both verses. Let’s see I’ve watched: the Justice League, Batman, something with like a young Batman? idk what it was called…I remember the art style though, Teen Titans, Young Justice, and the Powerpuff Girls (yes, I know that’s not DC, but I felt like adding that 😅). I’ve probably seen more, but don’t remember atm. 💙 Did you have fave series?

Hey! My day is okay, Lady has decided to take up some hysterical behavior, which is ironic since she has been castrated. 😁 Get it? cuz hysterectomy. I’m sooo funny.

So yeah, I’m very annoyed when people are disrespectful although I have to admit I have left a lecture or two before it was finished. Not because I had signed in, but because I really can’t stay sometimes, I need air and to not have to concentrate for a few minutes. I’m not much of a party person either, like they make me uncomfortable, but sometimes I get dragged and I don’t always hate it. though drinking too much leads to bad things. Last time I went out drinking really really bad things happened… and I don’t even remember half of it so… not planning on doing that again. I like drinking, but I draw the line. Also I live very far away from the campus and most of the people live near the campus, so going out would be hard even if I wanted to do it more.

Saying you can only do art for art is a little bit silly and hypocrite, but I also don’t agree with making soulless cash grabs just because you know people will buy anything you make or of that genre. That’s what it seems like JK is doing. A lot of things, lately fit that, and I’m not really cool with that. Like, of course, the money is important, but you shouldn’t think only about the money, there has to be a purpose. I don’t mean when you’re in a bad financial place though, like do what you need to not go hungry and to pay your bills, but when you’re at a level where you can dictate what you’ll do without fear of ending up homeless… well, you know. Tell your story, make that story serve its purpose and then move on, don’t go on just because you’re ahead because chances are you will crash and burn and people will only remember your failure.

I miss Cat sooooo much. But I’m afraid they’ll ruin her. Like, I’m torn between ‘Calista wouldn’t accept if it wasn’t up to her standards’ and ‘never trust CW’ so let’s hope they don’t ruin my will to continue watching. There’s only so much I’d do for Katie and Chyler and it’s been very hard to keep going.

I’m very indecisive, actually. It’s a symptom so it’s not entirely my fault. But I do have some preferences sometimes. And Kara is just that character that beats any other. I love her so so much, I’ll always choose her over any other on the show and some others (that’s why the RedK fmk was so hard for me, cuz if it’s RedK forever then it’s not really Kara, but if there’s a chance to get it off…)

Reading comics is a struggle. When I was younger my uncle had the entire collection of Spiderman and he didn’t give it to me but he gave to his son who was 5 at the time and destroyed it all… I’m still bitter about that… it’s been ten years. My mom always gave me a lot of incentive for me to read and a lot of comics, but she preferred when I read Disney comics, or Monica and those that are considered neutral, as in they are not ‘made for boys’. I did read a lot of W.I.T.C.H. like A LOT. I had all the issues and I read that over like at least 5 times. It’s kind of annoying when you talk to a boy about comics and you don’t know as much as he does about a specific situation, or even if you know more than he does, he just acts like he knows more about this, because he is a boy and superheroes are a thing that boys just naturally know more about and that’s how it is. It’s awful.

Power Puff Girls is always worth mentioning. ALWAYS. My stepfather bought a new toaster the other day and I started laughing and saying he shouldn’t leave it near the bathroom as to not get soggy toast and he didn’t get it and it was disappointing for everyone. I think you mean Batman Beyond. I didn’t like it much, I prefer the original series. Everything started with Batman so that’s idk, even if Batman is not my favorite superhero the Animated Series is special. Since it’s a whole universe of crossover/continuations I think I could get away with saying DC Animated Universe, but I won’t. If I have to choose it’s Young Justice, because it’s just amazing and it has Superboy, and Kon-El is a personal favorite of mine, I love him so much. I would sell my soul, if it meant they’d get a worthy version of Kon-El/Connor/Superboy in Supergirl. And I mean really worthy not this crap they did with Valor/Mon-El/Lar Gand just so Arrow fans would like the ‘girly’ show. Superboy is one of my favorite characters and his story is just very attractive to me. We had that in Young Justice so I’ll go with that. But Teen Titans was AMAZING. I would love for them to explore Tamaraneans (Starfire) in Supergirl, that would be cool too. I could go on talking about these cartoons because they are just awesome and a huuuge part of my childhood so I’ll stop now. ⚡ STATIC SHOCK ⚡ WAS ALSO FANTASTIC!!!!!!! okay, I’m done.

I was really into spy cartoons as a kid, did you like those? You know, like KND, Kim Possible, Totally Spies…

Hope you’re having a great day as well 💙

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