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[goodfish-bowl]

Ectober Day 24: Nightmare

Part 1

Summary: Mirrors make Danny uncomfortable. Continuation of Day 23, a Spork AU thingy. I suggest reading Day 23 first to understand what’s going on.

Contains: some violence, language, general ghost-hate, mirror realities

Words: 1471

Notes: huh. I’ve decided to make Human!Danny very rude (to ghosts). Maybe this’ll get more. Plot is forming.

Danny stared blankly at the sign for a minute, possibly even two. Park. Amity Park. Not Amityville, Amity Park. Parallel dimensions, a voice whispered inside of his head, sounding just like Ellie. Danny made sure his goggles were functioning correctly, turned on the ecto and infrared scanners, dimmed as to not impart his vision, but assist in the darkness of night, and began his walk into town, feet unable to keep up with his racing thoughts.

On the surface, everything was approximately the same. It was like a dream, a mirror of reality with only the slightest differences that gave it away. Some of the stores were different, some just had different names. However, why would anyone name a burger joint the Nasty Burger? He had no clue, but the food was exactly the same so… ? He checked some flyers someone had put up, looking at the date. It was the same. So it really was an alternate timeline, not somewhere in the past or future. He had no idea that Ellie was serious about alternate dimensions until he had thrown himself through the portal. He could almost easily see time travel now too. (He had a feeling he didn’t want to, especially of his own timeline.) His eyes caught ghost themed merchandise and stores all over town, and he frowned. Maybe ghosts weren’t as much as a threat here? Maybe there were more hunters, or the ghosts were weaker? He even saw plushies of one particular ghost he didn’t recognize. It was… strange. Ghosts were dangerous. They shouldn’t get merch.

Out of habit, and habit alone, Danny walked home, just close enough to catch a glimpse, of the building. Physically, it was exactly how he remembered. The bright, glowing FentonWorks sign, the Opscenter on top, and even the GAV parked in the driveway. Jazz’s car was there too. Jazz was still here in this dimension. Danny wanted to see her desperately, longing for his sister burning in his chest in a way it hadn’t since the invasion had started. But there was no guarantee she was the same here. (He wondered if Tucker and even Sam still lived in this Amity.) There was a stark difference though. It didn’t feel like home. It lacked the warmth that FentonWorks always gave off, like a home was supposed to. Here, it wasn’t a home, just a building. It wasn’t his home.

Danny realized he had a new problem. He was on his own, with no money and no place to stay. Danny cursed under his breath, but a violent chill stopped him short. Ghost.

“Wow, someone needs to wash their mouth out with soap.”

Danny had an ectoblaster out in less than a second, pointed directly at the ectoplasmic scum that had dared to sneak up behind him. Even worse, his scanners lit up with an ectosignature so dense Danny had only one to compare it too. It widened it’s toxic green-on-black eyes, raising gloved hands in a mockery of surrender. It looked young physically, mid-teens perhaps, and vaguely human. But with pure white hair, wisping like smoke as the edges, lavender skin, ectoplasmic green freckles, pointed ears and most likely teeth as well, there was little mistaking that it was a ghost in front of him. For some reason, it wore something he would’ve said was a Fenton hazmat suit if he hadn’t known better. In fact it could almost be. An exact inverse of the one he wore, silver gloves and boots with a charcoal black bodysuit, a silver symbol on its chest similar to a ‘D’. It made no move to attack, and neither did Danny. He could feel it eyeing him over.

“For a newer ghost hunter, you sure are packing that Fenton tech. You a fan or something?” The ghost asked, its voice echoing like all ghost’s did, buzzing inside of his head. Danny refused to speak to it.

Danny leveled his blaster and let it charge to max, and the ghost’s eye widened, its own glow mixing with the charge of the blaster. Danny’s finger was only able to brush the trigger before it was snatched out of his hand, and the blast went off in some random direction. Faster than his eyes could track, Danny found himself slammed into a wall, the breath from his lungs knocked out of him. The ghost’s eyes glowed an icy blue for a moment before returning to the standard dangerous green, its teeth bared like a feral animal. Danny’s wrists were forced above his head and bound by ice. Of course. A ghost of this level would have some sort of elemental affiliation, but it had to be ice of all things.

The ghost backed off, huffing in irritation, crossing its arms. Danny thrashed, pulling against the ice, half tempted to dislocate his hand and wrist in order to escape and wipe the post-sentient expression of its face. Danny snarled and spat at the ghost, spitting out insults and curses in one continuous breath. The ghost only looked mildly impressed.

“Ancients, calm down, will you? I’m not going to do anything.” The ghost frowned.

“What do you want?” Danny hissed, glaring at the bright glow of the ghost through his goggles, freezing cold but maxing out his ectosensor.

“Literally just to know who you are and what you’re doing so close to FentonWorks. For a ghost hunter I’ve never seen before, you’re really well-equipped. And also trying to hunt me. Don’t you know there’s been a peace treaty between me and most hunters? Even the out-of-towners know about that one,” The ghost babbled.

Danny reeled at the incredulity of the idea, a peace treaty, with a ghost. He could only see it since the one in front of him was at such a caliber that it would take the time and resources to catch and destroy. Just like it would for Pariah. Whenever he made it back home that was. But he had never met this ghost before either. If he could find the same one back in his own dimension, maybe they would have a fighting chance, even if it meant teaming up with a ghost.

“Who are you?” Danny demanded.

The ghost stared at him blankly for a minute before responding. “I’m Phantom. Who are you? I definitely haven’t seen you around before.”

“Danny Fenton.” Sure, he wasn’t the Danny of this world, but he was still Danny and that wouldn’t change.

Phantom seemed visibly startled, frowning. “No you’re not,” Phantom said with finality.

Danny huffed, “How would you know, ghost. I’ve decided to join my parents recently, which is why I’m here.”

“You’re not Danny Fenton.” Phantom hissed, and Danny glared at him.

For some reason, the stupid ghost didn’t believe he was Danny. It was even starting to show its true colors, fury in its eyes, barely contained.

“Of course I am-” Danny could finish that statement as his goggles, hood, and mask were ripped off of him, tossed to the ground.

Danny yelped as they were ripped from his head, taking a piece of his hair most likely with it. Phantom stared at him, his face going through a series of emotions. Smugness, then shock, disbelief, and then pure confusion all in the span of a second as the ghost undoubtedly recognized him.

“See, dumbass, Danny Fenton.” Danny snapped.

“You’re not Danny Fenton.” Phantom had the nerve to repeat, staring Danny directly in his eyes, “Are you one of Vlad’s?”

“I have no idea who ‘Vlad’ is. And how are you so sure I’m not Danny, anyways?” Danny snarled, well and done with this ghost. Extreme level or not, he was going to blast a hole straight through its chest for this.

Phantom floated down to the ground, and sent a quick look back towards the FentonWorks building, before resuming eye contact. Bright white rings blossomed from its waist, something he had never seen from a ghost before in his life or in his parents’ research. They split, running up and down Phantom’s form, blinding him without his goggles.

Danny blinked the spots away, and then had to adjust to the sudden lack of lighting, Phantom's glow was gone. In its place Danny stared back at eyes frighteningly similar to his own, except different in all the wrong ways. The skin was too pale and littered with different scars. Eyes that looked bruised from lack of sleep, hair obviously uncut and unkept, smaller in both stature and frame, the age wasn’t quite right either, younger only physically. The lack of a hazmat suit threw him for a loop, along with a shirt he hadn’t seen in at least a year. But it was undoubtedly him.

“Because I’m Danny Fenton,” his own voice echoed back, eyes still burning that awful ectoplasmic green.

And just like that, the dream-like reality he had entered quickly became a nightmare.

[junewild]

may we have your cupcake recipe? <3

HELL YEAH, thank u anon. i’ll give you vanilla, citrus, spice, and chocolate cupcakes & if you want anything else let me know! this is going to be stream-of-consciousness rather than linear recipe, because unfortunately that is how i bake. if you want a linear recipe, let me know which particular set of pieces you want and i can write it up for you. i’ll even guesstimate times and such.

BEFORE YOU READ FURTHER: this is very long. if you are not into cupcakes, bookmark this for later when you suddenly decide to make cupcakes and keep scrolling. now with new added read more for additional readability <3

making cupcakes takes me about two hours if i’m doing two batches or an hour and a half if i’m doing one. it might take you a little longer the first time because you don’t quite know what order to do things in or how long everything takes. i like to start my fillings first because they take longer to be ready, then turn on my oven, then mix my batter, then make the frosting while cupcakes are baking.

SUPPLIES

you will need: a cupcake tin, cupcake wrappers, at least one large mixing bowl (2 is recommended to avoid a lot of washing dishes between steps), a hand mixer or a lot of elbow grease, spatula, whisk, small bowl, a small grater or microplaner, a piping tip + bag (or just a plastic bag with a hole cut in one corner) and at least one saucepan or small frying pan. measuring spoons/cups are useful but i’ve tried to include thicknesses and alternatives so you can eyeball it if you have to (i usually do, just because i know what i’m looking for lol)

you will also need some of the following (check your specific cupcake type to find out which): a box of cake mix or ingredients to make your own cake mix, cream cheese, condensed milk, butter, powdered sugar, lemons/limes/oranges, chocolate, vanilla extract (real is recommended; i know it’s more expensive but the increase in quality is worth it if you can), lemon extract, heavy cream, pumpkin pie spice (or at least nutmeg + cinnamon), and fruit of your choice.

CUPCAKE

okay so: box mix is fine. it’s good. great, even. as long as you do this: replace the oil with butter. add an extra egg. i don’t care how many eggs it calls for. i know it feels like a lot of eggs. add an egg anyway. add a sprinkle of extra salt. a tsp or so. you’ve already made a good cupcake!

vanilla:

add a tablespoon (about three capfuls, if you don’t have measuring spoons) of REAL vanilla extract if you can afford it (or i really like the vanilla paste that has specks of bean in it. 10/10)

citrus:

one teaspoon (one capful) vanilla extract. two-ish teaspoons of lemon extract. zest of one lemon. zest of one orange (i like blood orange particularly much) or lime. replace 1/2 cup of the water with lemon and lime or orange juice. add about a tbsp of extra sugar.

spice:

two teaspoons pumpkin pie spice (you can see the spice in the batter without it discoloring the batter) + one tablespoon vanilla extract.

chocolate:

it’s already perfect xoxo. JUST KIDDING. add a tablespoon of vanilla extract.

instructions:

these ratios are for 24 cupcakes. take your cupcake pan and line it with cupcake papers. you can grease the top of the pan if you’re anxious, but it shouldn’t be necessary, especially if you have a nonstick pan. then just mix your batter until it’s not particularly lumpy and fill your cupcake papers about a third of the way full. a quarter cup measure is easiest for me to use bc the amount that easily comes out of it is about the right amount & it drips less than a spoon does. then i like to use a spoon to push the batter up the sides a little so it holds the fillings better.

FILLINGS

you can mix and match the hell out of these, honestly. i typically do cheesecake in everything & then fruit in vanilla or citrus cupcakes, specifically apple or cranberry in spice cupcakes, & chocolate in vanilla or chocolate cupcakes.

cheesecake:

one package softened cream cheese + 10 oz (2/3 a 14 oz can) condensed milk. stir on low heat until smooth, then add 2 teaspoons vanilla extract. DON’T add sugar. it’s not supposed to be very sweet.

fruit compote:

literally just half a cup or so of frozen or fresh fruit. i’ve done this with raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, cranberries, apples (fresh and cubed is best), and peaches. anything is fair game, honestly. i want to try stewed kumquats and plums at some point. if frozen, add a tiny bit of water. if fresh, add about as much water as you have fruit. squeeze some lemon and lime in there. add sugar to taste. for the apple spice mix, add another teaspoon of vanilla and a teaspoon of pumpkin pie spice.

IMPORTANT: you do NOT want this to be sweet. this is NOT jam. it should be a little tart when you taste it. if it’s not thick enough, slurry a tbsp of cornstarch in a little bit of cold water and stir it in. it should be thick enough to not drip off of a spoon when you turn it upside down.

ganache:

heat a cup of heavy cream on very low heat. i like to do a double boiler: saucepan half-full of water, bowl full of cream in the saucepan. when the cream is warm, stir in most of a package of dark chocolate chips. stir HARD—whisk the shit out of it. DO NOT let any of the water get into the bowl!! you want the ganache to be gloppy when you lift it with a spoon—it has to not soak into the cupcake mix.

instructions:

so you have your 1/3 full cupcake wrappers with the batter spooned a little bit up the sides. using a small kitchen spoon, drop a spoonful of cheesecake into each cupcake. then top that with a spoonful of ganache or a spoonful of fruit compote (or both! it’s your kitchen!). spoon batter over the top and down the sides. fully covered, it should come to just under the top of the cupcake wrapper—i usually have 1/4 to 1/8 of an inch grace.

pop that in the oven according to the box instructions. i usually find that cupcakes with fillings take the longer time listed, rather than the shortest one. when your time goes off, touch the top of a cupcake. if it feels firm (think: ripe plum; you can push on it and it’s soft but it doesn’t cave in), it’s probably done. you can also put a toothpick down one of the sides, rather than the middle. pull your cupcakes out of the oven, put in your second batch, and set these aside to cool.

FROSTINGS

there are two frostings that go well here. i tend to like buttercream for vanilla and citrus and cream cheese for apple spice and chocolate. your mileage may vary. this is where the sweetness comes from, without overwhelming the cupcake!

buttercream:

let two sticks of butter (one unsalted and one salted) soften on your countertop. DON’T melt them. when they’re room temperature and you could mold them with your fingers, put them in a bowl. a mixer is best for this stage, but you can do it with a whisk and spatula if you’re determined, have patience, or can switch out with someone else. whip the butter a little. add five cups of powdered sugar, a cup at a time.

for a vanilla cupcake, add a tablespoon of vanilla extract (or vanilla paste! the specks are SO cool looking!) and use heavy cream to even out the texture until you think it’s pipeable (you’re looking for “holds its shape without being Chunky”). for a citrus cupcake, add a teaspoon of citrus extract and lime juice until it’s pipeable. two sticks of butter is too much, but one stick usually isn’t quite enough, and i prefer to have extra to practice piping with.

cream cheese frosting:

let one package (8oz) of cream cheese soften on your countertop. mix it in a bowl until smooth. add about four cups (3/4 a regular water cup, i think) of powdered sugar—again, we’re looking for “pipeable without being inflexible”. add a tablespoon of vanilla extract/paste and use heavy cream if you need to soften the texture at all.

both of these frostings take coloring very well. something that i personally love is doing a sort of gradient, where i’ll add red to one side and mix it well, yellow to another side and mix it well, make some orange in the middle, and leave some white here and there. then spoon from each section into a piping bag and voila, free beautiful swirls. you can also use a knife to frost your cupcakes, but i think piping is fairly easy to pick up on if you try it a few times, and it makes your cupcakes look that much more professional.

instructions:

make SURE your cupcakes are COOL TO THE TOUCH before you frost them! pop them in the fridge if you’re in a hurry! a single layer of piping should be enough, but decorate if you want. icing sugar is pretty. don’t go too overboard with sprinkles—they make it hard to eat.

voila! cupcakes.

SUBSTITUTIONS

i have made these gluten-free, dairy-free, corn-free, vegan, etc etc. gluten free box mix is fine. your own powdered sugar (powdered sugar + tapioca starch) is great. you can do a coconut milk pudding instead of cheesecake or ganache. you can do baking soda + vinegar instead of baking powder (1/4 tsp bs + 1/2 tsp vinegar per tsp baking powder). if you’re allergic to fruit, i am SO SORRY for you but please try the chocolate ones. you can substitute any extract, any flavor profile, any combination of ingredients. if you’re using a commercial egg substitute, just add an extra 1/4 cup of it. if you’re using flaxseed, just add an extra tablespoon of flaxseed + 3 tablespoons water.

it may not come out exactly the same as the standard ones, but my friends with dietary restrictions still swear by them. i have never brought cupcakes home from a party. i don’t think anyone who’s ever tried one has not gotten a second helping. people who swear they aren’t cupcake people love these cupcakes. (it’s because they aren’t overly sweet or moist or dry and they aren’t one-note, because the fillings add complexity of texture and flavor. there you go, now you know how to describe your new cupcakes to people).

congrats! you’re about to be everyone’s favorite party guest!

[boymeetsweevil]

Heat Index

Grouping: Reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 2700 exactly!

Warnings/Themes: use of toys, mutual masturbation?, tae has a sweat kink probably

Summary: The town being in a heat wave puts Tae’s in a bit of a love drought. But even still, he makes do and (kind of) does you.

Another drop of sweat rolls down Taehyung’s face. It makes his nose itch with the gentle grazing sensation and falls on the cardboard flap in his hands. The sweat darkens the area it lands on and he stops for a minute to take in the perfectly circular shape haloed from the way the drop burst on impact. Normally he wouldn’t be so interested in his own sweat, but he feels as though his thoughts are slowed and dulled by cotton. It’s the heat.

“I’m really sorry, Tae,” you apologize as soon as you return from your kitchen, a single plastic-wrapped treat in hand. “They’re not putting in the AC until tomorrow.”

“It’s fine,” he says pleasantly while taking the popsicle from you. But it’s not really fine.

The heatwave terrorizing your town has been going on for almost 9 days at this point. He’d volunteered to help you move in, only for the weather to put a halt in your plans. But after the 4th day, you couldn’t put it off any longer and had to go meet the movers at your new place. Taehyung being the chivalrous boyfriend that he was—or that he wanted to be—kept his word despite the warnings from various weather people on his TV telling him not to leave his own air-conditioned apartment.

Though it might seem as though his priorities aren’t in place, Taehyung would honestly admit that the worst part about the heat wave was the lack of sex that came rolling in with it. With your new place being on the other side of the city and with the both of you relying primarily on public transport to see each other, your sex life seemed to be dwindling—no—frying in the sun. So, when you brought up the move yesterday he figured he’d just be helpful with unpacking until the AC installation finished and then suddenly become very helpful with packing you full of him. But that doesn’t seem to be in the cards.

He bites at the popsicle forlornly with his back teeth. You have your own popsicle that’s a subtle pale green. It’s lime. Your favorite. Even if he didn’t know you well enough to know that you loved all things citrus, he’d still know you were enjoying the lime pop. The way you happily slurp around the cylinder while leaning on one of the larger boxes makes for quite the mirage in Taehyung’s sex desert. Your back is arched elegantly so you can peer out the window on the opposite wall and admire the much better view you have in your new space. And your skin looks iridescent with the sheen of sweat the weather has lovingly draped upon you. Then you catch a stray juice trail about to run onto your hand with the flat of your tongue and chase the flavor all the way to the top of the popsicle and Taehyung suddenly needs a plan B fast.

You jump with a shriek when your neck meets something shockingly cold and wet. Turning your head, you see that it’s just your boyfriend running the edge of his snack along the place where sweat was collecting like a pretty dew on your skin. His tongue follows the sticky path he just made, causing your eyes to flutter shut on their own before you fight them back open.

“What are you doing, that’s so...gross,” your breath hitches when he bites down at the intersection of neck and shoulder.

“Nothing.” The popsicle descends again to follow the same trail he made but, this time, you only flinch a little. “Just enjoying my snack.”

“Am I the snack?” You give him an unamused look.

“You’re always a snack, baby.”

“Sorry,” you’re not sorry but still remove his hand from your shorts with some care, “but I draw the line after 80 degrees.”

His hand only retreats a little and ends up sitting on your stomach, laying like a hot coal there. You can feel the arousal twisting your insides and raising your temperature like it does. The only problem is that this time you really can’t afford to get any warmer. You’re sure that you’ve already sweat out all the important things in your body and if you so much as look at Taehyung the wrong way, you’ll become a puddle that’s 20% you and 80% limesicle.

“But it’s been so long.”

The tip of his nose reacquaints itself with the shell of your ear. The heat of his front does the same with your back.

“You won’t die. Back off and help me with these other boxes. There might be a fan in here somewhere.”

The promise of a fan measures up fairly well against the promise of (sweaty) sex and he immediately hunts for the scissors he was using to open more of the boxes. With the blades in hand, he cuts through the tape holding yet another wardrobe box closed with hope as his only means of staying cool. The flaps reveal no spinning blade treasure—only kitchenware that you promptly scoop up and rush out the room with. Taehyung stares dumbly at your fleeing back, slick and bare besides a black sports bra, before cupping himself lightly. It’s just to take the edge off, his thinks to himself.

After the kitchenware layer, the box is rather oddly packed. There’s a bunch of hangers, which he promptly puts into your closet, and some knick knacks he knows you plan on putting on your bookshelves once they have books on them. There’s even some winter clothes that he’s fairly sure should have gone in a different box while you were packing them. Before he can dwell too much on your lack of packing skills, he reaches the bottom of the box, which contains yet another box. It’s a simple shoe box. Which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary if you were a shoe fan like some people he knew. However, you aren’t a shoe fan. In fact, all of your other shoes were jammed into the bottom of another box that had been opened earlier. So why do you have this shoebox here?

Going solely off intuition and knowledge about you after nearly a year together, he’s guessing there’s just some random sentimental things inside that you didn’t know where to put. If that’s what’s inside, he knows he shouldn’t peek, but he’s curious to see if anything to do with him is in the box. He pulls the lid up daintily, like the secrets won’t escape if he’s gentle, only to slam it back down as soon as he eyes the contents.

Well, he supposes sex toys could have sentimental value. But they don’t have much to do with him.

He lifts the lid again now that he’s certain nothing in the box can tell on him. With the sounds of you organizing your kitchen as his personal soundtrack, his begins rifling through the box. There’s a few bullets, what he thinks is a dildo but it’s covered in scales and has a few unnatural bends in it, some beads of varying sizes, and a classic hitachi among other things. Some of them he’d seen before, and some he hadn’t. Perhaps some of them kept you company before he started to. After a few thoughtful moments, he grabs one of the toys before replacing the lid and stashing the shoe box.

You’re almost finished sorting through all the different families of silverware you’ve collected over the years, when two hands land on your unclothed waist. The feeling of his palms on your sweaty skin has you squirming a bit.

“On a scale of one to ten, how wet are you,” Taehyung whispers in your ear.

“Your romance never ceases to amaze me.”

“Sorry, but...is it really just me?”

His forehead bumps against the back of your head as he takes in the way you look in shorts and a sports bra. It’s an understated look, to say the least, but he’s always loved the way you look with sweat on your skin.

“No,” you groan when he presses an open mouthed kiss to the nape of your neck. “But it’s just too hot to be doing cardio for no reason.”

His tongue darts out and flicks at your lobe, sending a quick blitz from your core out to your extremities. A small gush of arousal rushes down and you squeeze your thighs together in a stubborn effort to keep calm.

“What if I told you it’s not too hot?”

“You found the fan?” You turn around in his arms with shining eyes and he feels like an ass for not being able to say yes.

“No,” he grimaces. He attempts to wrap his arms around your waist placatingly, but you brush him off partly in anger and partly because you’re overheated. “But, if there’s no cardio needed, is it really too hot?”

“No cardio?”

You eye him suspiciously but let him drag you by the wrist back into the living room. Clearly he’s emptied out and flattened several other boxes since you took all your mismatched forks to the dining room for sorting. Only a few boxes remain unopened. The question of what he’s planning is still lingering when he pulls you over to a little setup that looks like he wrapped something in a pillowcase

“I don’t get it.”

“You will,” he grins boxy reassurance at you before sitting before the bundle on the ground. You follow suit while he unwraps it to reveal a vibrator you hadn’t used in a long while.

“What’s the joke, again?”

“It’s not a joke,” he whines, “This is how we can be lazy and get off.”

“I never really liked that one. I got it for free in a raffle in college and it was weirdly shaped so I couldn’t really get it to work.”

“Please? I swear I can make this work.”

You’re really tempted to say no. There are several drops of sweat actually rolling down your back as you ponder having an orgasm in your now-90-degree apartment. It seems ill-advised and like more work than Taehyung is marketing, but he also makes a convincing case. The convincing case being him and the fact that he still manages to look nearly edible in the middle of a heat wave.

His hair is flat and darkened against his forehead, heavy and saturated with sweat after brushing it back with his hands. The summer sun has darkened him slightly, making his skin appear more radiant in combination with the layer of his light sweat. The fact that he’s been shirtless and handsy all day only works in his favor. You sigh in defeat.

“Fine.”

His expression brightens considerably and he scrabbles up to rest his weight on his knees and heels to tug off his shorts to reveal the simple black briefs he had on underneath. He returns to a reclined position before snatching up the vibrator. You don’t get much warning and only barely get your own shorts hanging off one leg before he’s switching the toy on and nudging it between your thighs.

“So how did you—Oh!”

He has it angled differently than you did the times that you used it, and you wonder through the vibrations traveling over you if it's actually supposed to be for someone else to use on you. The thought dissipates quickly with the sudden wave of acute pleasure that creeps over you. It’s the type of feeling that has you almost smirking to yourself as you bite your lip, eyelids drooping closed as you hum to yourself. Taehyung lets out a sympathetic moan when you start rocking your hips against the device ever so slightly.

When your underwear is wet enough that he can feel it dampening the tips of his fingers near the toy, he removes it from your center. Your breath catches in your throat in a needy scoff that he ignores in favor of placing the still pulsating toy over his own crotch. There’s a small wet spot darkening the material of his briefs where his swollen head lays tucked up. He’s never really ever used a vibrator, but he figures it can’t be too different an experience. But when he touches it gingerly to the base of his clothed erection, the vibrations knock his breath out his lungs.

“Fuck, oh my...god,” he chokes out. Greedily, his finger twitches to kick the speed up a half unit. The increase has him nearly drooling within seconds and creates a steady dribble of pre-cum. “Shit, that feels good.”

“Share,” you snap at him after about 90 seconds of neglect to you dripping center.

“Make me,” he mumbles before massaging the toy up and down his length, ripping a gasp from his own lips.

You don’t take kindly to Taehyung hogging the vibrator. So you kick off your panties the rest of the way and decide to sit on the toy to get some action where you can. Before that, though, you do him the service of tugging his briefs down until they bunch around his knees. Once you’re settled, you’ve effectively trapped him where you want him. On the floor with the toy nestled between your folds and his shaft.

With your added weight and the return of your subtle hip rocking, the vibrations feel more intense for the both of you. You hiccup above him, hands coming out to brace your weight on his chest. It’s the only point of contact between you besides where your pelvises are slotted together. Naturally sweat begins to pool in the small spaces where you’re both joined, but it’s minimal and you don’t care. Especially not after Taehyung’s clumsy fingers knock the pulses into one of the different pattern modes. The steady buzz between your folds becomes a sudden tangle of tiny bursts. The pleasure hits you in matching percussive beats and you curl over Taehyung helplessly as the first wave of your first orgasm hits.

His eyes are squeezed shut because he’s not accustomed to the intense vibrations, but the sound of your moans let him know that you just came. He’s quick to follow with a few shallow thrusts that have you instinctively tightening your thighs around his hips to maintain your balance. The low, drawn out sound of his groans is accompanied by his large hands coming in to lock at your hips, grinding you down against him, soaking him further with your arousal. His holding you down has you squealing and squirming with oversensitivity at first. But when he doesn’t let go even after he spurts onto his own chest, you feel the familiar curls of pleasure behind the acidic overstimulation. Your nails scratch a fiery trail down his chest, somehow further raising his internal temperature as you both struggle in the silent endurance competition.

Who can last against the toy longer?

With gritted teeth and a river of sweat dripping down from his forehead, Taehyung taps out first. He switches the toy back down to its lowest setting before letting out a bark and squeeze at the flesh of your hip in a silent surrender. Your breathing is harsh and you’re so exhausted that you don’t even bother to use the muscles in your thighs to get off him. Instead, you nudge the toy out from in between you and let it clatter to the floor between Taehyung’s thighs while you recover still in his lap.

“That was fun,” you pant after a few minutes of silence. The sweat cooling in the space between you and Taehyung makes you finally scoot off him and onto the floor.

“I told you it would work. We didn’t even have to move that much.”

“That’s also true.” You watch him use the spare pillow case to wipe off the tacky cum on his stomach. “I never doubted you for a second.”

“You definitely did!”

“I whined about how hot it is. I didn’t say I thought your plan would fail.”

“I guess.” He lays star-fished out in the middle of your sparsely decorated living room before popping his head off the ground. “We really do need to find that fan, though.”

[cruzrogue]

Nerdapoolza

#Fictober19 @fictober-event

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for fanfiction:

Prompt number: Prompt 27 “Can you wait for me?”

Fandom (AU if applicable): #arrow fanfiction #olicity

Rating:PG13

Warnings/Tags:  relationships conversations

Summary: A troubled Oliver visits his best-buddy and lands up having to hang with a bunch of nerds at a study group.

Notes: Oliver talks about his past relationships with a girl who listens and with her own advice things change…

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Nerdapoolza on A03

Oliver has no idea when and why he let things go so far. Doing both Lance sisters was a disaster in the making. So much so that the outcome when visiting his best friend on the East Coast his troubles happen to come along. He just loved having sex. He liked having a girl at home to placid his mother at least. He just really liked the opposite sex and what they had to offer.

What he could do without is the complication some girls brought to the table. Neediness, those girls who couldn’t distinguish between sex and love. Never happy and who can never get enough attention or help. They have no tolerance for being alone. They're clingy. They don't take hints. They call or text you continuously.

Oliver deleting another angry text by Laurel as he just goes to the TV room. Tommy laid out on the lounger watching an oldie.

“Woman problems?” Oliver just shrugs. “I told you to end thing eons ago but do you listen?”

“My mom liked Laurel.”

“Yea, because your mom is the one dating your girlfriend… I mean the ex-girlfriend, now right?”

“I had to leave Starling. It was insane. She’d show up wherever I went. Call, text, shoot even email me.”

“Well your free now. You need a cooling down period anyways?”

“Cooling down?”

“Yes. No girls for at least two weeks.”

“What? No way. Two weeks?”

“Whatever girl you date next shouldn’t fall into the mess you’ve got going on now.”

Oliver takes a moment to think this through, “Okay I get that but no way on the two weeks’ policy I’ll try to manage one.”

“There is no policy it’s just… You know what, if you could manage one without hitting on a girl. I’d be amazed.”

“Oh, please it’s not that hard.”

“Yea maybe when we were eight and we still thought them as yucky.” Tommy looks at his watch. “Alright I better setup for my study group I’m hosting tonight.”

“You actually hosting a study group?”

“Of course, Like my GPA to reflect how kick ass I am.”

“Nerdapoolza.”

“Ha, maybe if you actually cracked open a book, you’d be more than an average student.”

“Shit Tommy, you’ve insulted me in a few things today you want to try my manhood next?”

Tommy holds his hands up, “Bro, if the ladies are okay with you, which it seems they are because let’s face it they seem to bend over backwards for you.” Oliver rolls his eyes. “If you like you can hang out with us intellects.”

“Aren’t I lucky?”

“Here’s the deal. It’s a group of nine, four ladies the rest all guys. We all roughly go to different schools we met through online groupchat pipelines.”

“You just met these strangers online?”

“Well you meet face to face first in a public place and we had more of us but through semesters some have weened out.”

“Fascinating?”

“Ollie, I really enjoyed this. I’ve meet people with my same interests or people who make lackluster subjects that need to be taken easier. Also, there is a comradery.”

“Have you hooked up with anyone?”

“This isn’t like that. If I want to get laid there are better alternatives these are peeps, I want to mindcrush with.”

“So, no hot chicks?”

“There has been a few and well there is one that gets under my skin at times. You’ll meet her.”

“Plays hard to get?”

“No, she’s different?”

Oliver wonders if she is the crazy, bitchy kind of girl that is beautiful but out there. “Crazy? Pure lunatic? Or are you leaning the other way? Boring and predictable?” Seeing Tommy mum his lips, “Underage?”

“No actually she is legal since this past July.”

“Then what is wrong with her?”

“Nothing!” Tommy laughs. “She’s great. Smart to boot and she can dish out like the best of them. She just has different tastes than me.”

“She ‘ll be here tonight?”

“Yea, she’s also in charge of the chip selection.”

“Chips?”

“Yes, they’re brain food if you ask her and they are cheap enough that everyone can handle their chip turn.”

“You guys sound like the lamest party group on the planet.”

“Good thing we are a study group. Come on help me makes some drinks.”

“They won’t have any alcohol, right?” Tommy just sways his head in a different no position.

As there in the kitchen Oliver just watch Tommy take a veggie plate from the fridge. Placing some cut up fruit from a container onto a bowl. Oliver mixing some extra ice to the ready-made ice tea.

“So, what the subject for tonight?”

“Physics and Statistics.”

“Great!”

“In between we may play a game Charades but mostly we talk about what ails us.”  

“You really want me to actual negate points now?”

“Come on Ollie, you may actually enjoy a night of brainpower and sharing personal stories at its finest.”

“Shit, if I wasn’t so into proving I can lay off woman for a week I’d take off and enjoy the city’s nightlife.”

“You’d be missing out!”

As the first ring on the doorbell happened Oliver laughs, “Nerdapoolza here we come.”

“Hush!” Tommy opens the door to a Mike and then a Craig and Lisa join in. Soon Phil, and Jessica, and a Robbie joins them. When Carol joins the festivities Oliver wonders if she is the girl but she didn’t bring chips. As they spread around the nice living room the doorbell rings again and Oliver takes the lead to open it.

“Tommy, I got held up by the elevator. I mean why does your place’s elevator have it out for me anyway?” He can’t see her over the large bags of chips she’s carrying. “They had this sale and I couldn’t remember if it green or red salsa Lisa likes so I got them both. The had lime flavored popcorn that Rob likes and I also got you your nachos.” She keeps going and its weirdly amusing as she walks herself to the kitchen. She says hi to everyone without even glancing their way. As she dumps the chips on the counter, she simultaneously takes her backpack off.

From his vantage point he just sees her backside. A really nice backside. His eyes wavering until he focuses and what an interesting view it is. She’s wearing ankle grunge boots, her tie up leggings go up to a flair skirt and it seems she has a wraparound top. With the conversation earlier on this girl he can’t believe he didn’t ask for her name.

“Hence why I’m late and you know I’m an early bird.” She stops as she places the bag she has idly on her hand. Somehow, she is thinking it is weird that Tommy hasn’t stopped to add a colorful comment. “What’s gotten into you…” Her face shows shock the moment she realizes it’s not Tommy. “Who are you?”

“This is my best-buddy in the world.” Tommy says cheerfully as he walks into his kitchen. “We have been through some thick and thin times?”

Felicity glances between the two and then rolls her eyes. “Yea, I bet. Who drank the last beer and who was somber enough to get more?”

Oliver a little irked, “Wow! Really? He just means we made it through high school. Nothing to deep.”

Tommy can see Felicity size his friend up. Either she was going to go after his male ego or sock him.

“Well! Congratulations on that achievement. You know…”

Cutting her off, “Felicity, here is a Mathalon champion.” Oliver gives a don’t give a hoot look. “One of the reasons we are here tonight is how everyone of us has something to give. Tommy gives Oliver a freaking behave look. It has Oliver raise his hands in surrender but he still has a disgruntled look as Felicity is moving bowls and acting like she owns the place.  

Pulling Tommy to the side, “What’s her deal?”

“I said she was different. She’s the alpha here. Just go along with it.”

“You have got to be kidding me?”

“I swear Ollie give it some time. Just go with it. She’ll win you over.” Oliver just sighs and says fine to his friend. They join the others and Oliver just has a notebook he tries to at first follow everyone and after the first hour Oliver has just mentally closed off this group as he’s been doodling. It takes a hand to his thigh to get him to stir back to present time.

“I brought you a drink. You’ve been creating a really cool masked man, is that a bow?” Oliver looks down to his artwork and doesn’t really know why he drew this. “Well I think its cool. Not much into archery. Well… Not into many sports.”

“I’ve actually done some archery when I was younger.”

“I’m sorry about earlier. It was bad manners and I’m am sorry.”

He doesn’t know what to say so he nods and thanks her for the drink. Somehow from there on he enters the conversation with the group and finds himself walking the remarkable girl who grew on him this bizarre night.

They find themselves in a coffeeshop and there really is no topic off limits. Somehow dating became the subject and within the confides of what they’re talking about she off handily says, “Can you wait for me?”

“If your okay waiting about a week.”

“Huh?”

Seeing her confusion, he’d like to ditch the week thing but he decides to do something different tell her a truth, “I hate that I’m going to say this.” He huffs, “But I’m in a cooling period.”

“Oh! Though you gave yourself a week to figure out things with a girl?”

“What? No. I… I really don’t know much about this cooling off period thing but I’m not in a relationship. I messed up royally.”

“Do you want her back? Maybe talking to someone who isn’t Tommy would do you good.”

“Funny thing is I couldn’t fully ever break up with her.”

“Maybe there is something there. You really do need a cooling off period then.”

“Actually, you don’t understand. I’m not a good boyfriend.” Moaning, “I’ve cheated on her numerous times and yet she’d be disappointed but she’d take me back and the process would continue.”

“Hmm… It seems you are wondering if you a serial cheater? How many other girls have you cheated on?”

“I actually haven’t had many girlfriends. Other than Laurel they were all short lived and I guess no time to cheat.”

“Then you need to tell yourself what makes Laurel different than these girls?”

He doesn’t need time to answer because it flows through his lips, “Because she keeps my mom off my back.” Hearing Felicity making a displeased tone he needs to add, “Yea, I don’t think I need a longer cooling off period to figure that Laurel and I aren’t right for one another.”

“Okay, step one is figuratively figured out. Now you need time to reckon out what you want, to feel your own emotions, and to work on the next two things.”

“There’s more?”

“A week won’t solve anything but if you actually take the time.”

“If I take the time? Like another week?”

“I have no idea. It could take a week, a month.”

He blurts out, “Five years?”

“God, no. Five years would feel like a lifetime.”

Oliver just looks at the girl that is truly different like Tommy said. They keep talking and talking and after a week make it two, they’re still talking. Conversations that last longer as seasons change. Time may pass as they exchange heartfelt dialogue to one another in front of friends and family. Arguments over baby names. Sharing milestone anniversaries.

Although Oliver makes sure to have all the assorted chips under the sun. To him it commemorates one of the best celebrations as for one evening every year they host “Nerdapoolza.” From that one-day years ago every chat with Felicity has pushed him further to accept his situation and commit to change. He is this gleeful man today because he is loved and is loving the best part of him, his amazing tenacious wife.

***Thanks for reading as I try as I might to get all these stories out as soon as I can. It’s been a struggle at times. I have 4 more to go.Thank you all for reading!!!

[shawsbar]

fifty questions you’ve never been asked

Thanks @nine-niall for tagging me in this & a bunch of other stuff, it’s so fun reading about you!

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? blue

2. a food you never eat? salmon idk why I just can’t

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? trying to figure out what classes I’m going to take for the fall 2020 semester

5. what is your favorite candy bar? milky way

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? yes

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? I said goodnight to my dogs out loud lol

8. what is your favorite ice cream? strawberry or mint

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? orange juice

10. do you like your wallet? yes because one of my best friends gave it to me for graduation last year & it’s so cute 

11. what was the last thing you ate? this is so embarrassing but I made fake lunchables by stacking turkey & cheese on crackers I am a child

12. did you buy any new clothes this weekend? I don't think anyone did thanks to social distancing but I rarely buy new clothes anyways

13. the last sporting event you watched? my university’s last basketball game of the season :’)

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? my roommate has this lime popcorn that we make when we have movie nights and idk what brand it is but it's amazing

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? the same roommate from the popcorn question haha

16. ever go camping? I went along a few times when my little brother was in boy scouts but it’s been yearssss

17. do you take vitamins? yes because I have a deficiency but I feel the need as your local health sciences major to let y’all know that taking vitamins is unnecessary unless you have a deficiency :) talk to ur doctor

18. do you go to church every sunday? nah

19. do you have a tan? never

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? not usually

22. what color socks do you usually wear? a lot of different colors but I think black is the most common?

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? no and since I live in texas it drives people insane

24. what terrifies you? airplanes even though I fly pretty often

25. look to your left, what do you see? the door of my room

26. what chore do you hate? dishes

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? honestly Outback steakhouse commercials lollll sorry Australians

28. what’s your favorite soda? I’m gonna let y’all take a guess             🍊

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru usually

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my mom

31. favorite cut of beef? is this normal thing to have a favorite of?

32. last song you listened to? just the same by bruno major

33. last book you read? I read The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood for a class and it was amazing. The last book I read for fun was Brooklyn by Colm Toibin and it was terrible.

34. favorite day of the week? friday

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? yes

36. how do you like your coffee? a little bit of sugar and a little bit of milk

37. favorite pair of shoes? I have these combat style boots that are blue & red, hard to describe but I love them

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? normally midnight but during quarantine it’s been more like 2:30am oof

39. at what time do you normally get up? at 7 when I was still at school but now around 9

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunrise

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 2

42. describe your kitchen plates? since I’m at home they’re my mom’s pretty ceramic white ones but at school I have those teal plastic ones from target 

43. do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? I love wine

44. do you play cards? no I love Uno though

45. what color is your car? orange ghhfvhbI I swear this was not intentional it’s just cheaper to buy an orange car

46. can you change a tire? no but I should learn Amy Santiago would be so disappointed in me

47. what is your favorite state/province? New Mexico is so underrated

48. favorite job you’ve ever had? I’ve only worked minimum wage food service jobs so. I guess I made more friends working as a hostess in high school than at my current job.

49. How did you get your biggest scar? I don’t have any scars but I’ll tell a story bc it’s funny. I broke my toe running into the living room because the Out of the Woods music video was on TV

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy? I texted my friend for a while helping her with a biology assignment

it’s almost 2am so I’m not tagging people but do it if you want & tag me I’d love to read about y’all!

[thefangirlslair]

PERPETUAL WINTER (A Sasusaku Fanfiction) Part I

Note: It’s finally here!! Originally, I want this to be a one-shot but thought of making this a two-shot instead. What do you think? Or maybe I should leave this be?? Hmmm.. tell me what you think of this please coz I still want to include angst and Death Cab for Cutie. Hahaha! I have an idea for the continuation of this, should I decide to write it. Please please please, leave comments and suggestions. Thank you for reading!

PS. The third and final part for More Than Words and Never Again No will be out soon. Stay tuned and thank you for the ones who read those two. I appreciate y’all. Thanks a lot! Xoxo

PPS. This is up on ffnet as well! Click here. Thanks!

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Excerpt: He could barely breathe. He knew he wanted the spring, the colors and the hope it brings to anyone who experience it. He wanted some full living color in this monochromatic life of his and now that he got this, her of all things, he couldn’t even swallow his own spit.

The green man came on, and the current of people pushed him forward to her, and her to him. And as they move to meet one another in a city where they both fell in and out of love with each other, he was taken back to the time where winter was just a mere season, Bon Iver was playing on their shared earphones, and Sakura was his.

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Sasusaku Pairing (5,558 words)

A Poor Attempt at Writing Fics

SasuSaku Edition V

Perpetual Winter Part 1

  Winter has never been his favorite season.

It’s not that he feels the intensity of the cold because that’s not the case. Their whole clan has this inexplicable tolerance to extreme weather such as this. It’s like they have this built-in furnace inside that keeps them warm all the time.

His bestfriend, Naruto, has the same weird ass characteristic. But instead of a furnace burning with fire inside his body, it seems like there’s a demon living inside him, making him unbelievably winter-proof that he doesn’t even need winter coats to fight the cold.

As for him, he only need at least two layers of clothing to feel the right amount of warm in this chilly weather. He looked up at the sky, currently crying with snowflakes, and cursed it silently.

He continued walking towards his favorite café after purchasing poetry books down the bookstore across his apartment. His eyes are downcast and watch his sneakers leave footprints on the sidewalk as he moves with purpose. He wanted to get out of this snow and just read a goddamn book in peace with his coffee.

He really hates winter.

He stopped at the side of the road, noticing that the red man is still on. He buried his face under the thick white scarf around his neck, and his hands inside the pocket of his black trench coat. He exhaled and watched his breath evaporates as he wished that it was spring instead of this fucking winter.

Spring has always been his favorite season.

He has always been a minimalist. A black-and-white person, literally and figuratively. But contrary to popular belief that he only likes neutral colors, he actually loves vivid ones. That’s why he loathes winter so much because it’s just drained of hues. He likes it vibrant and alive. His eyes swept his surroundings.

The red of the stoplight at the other side of the road. The yellow of the boots worn by the little boy walking with his mother. The lime green of the phone case used by this tall man in front of the group of people waiting for the green to turn on at the other side. The pink hair of the petite girl behind him. The blue of t-

Wait.

Pink.

Pink hair.

 His eyes went back to the source of that rose color that halted his breathing and his heartbeat. His eyes has always been his best asset, because it never misses.

Especially her. He still believes that even in a sea of people, he would always see her. Even without that ridiculous pink mane of hers, she will always stand out among the ordinary people of this earth.

 It was like slow motion — the movement of her lips as she sings along to a song playing through her plugged earphones in which he’s pretty sure is a Bon Iver song (“It’s emo and perfect for winter! And besides, Bon Iver is literally ‘good winter’ in English. They’re supposed to be played during cold weather so you could mope and cry!”); a tendril of her pink hair caught in that mouth when the wind blew, her gloved fingers trying to brush it off; the arch of her scarf-covered neck as she looked up at the sky and offered a tiny glare; and the flutter of her eyelids as she faced the road and the spark of recognition in those emerald eyes of hers as their gazes met.

He could almost hear her right then and there, 15 meters between them with a throng of pedestrians just waiting to get to the other side just like the two of them, as she opens her mouth in a gasp of surprise.

Sasuke-kun, she’ll say.

But to his dismay and relief, she didn’t. Instead, she gave him a radiant smile. A smile that made this snow covered world a bit brighter and better and warmer.

He could barely breathe. He knew he wanted the spring, the colors and the hope it brings to anyone who experience it. He wanted some full living color in this monochromatic life of his and now that he got this, her of all things, he couldn’t even swallow his own spit.

The green man came on, and the current of people pushed him forward to her, and her to him. And as they move to meet one another in a city where they both fell in and out of love with each other, he was taken back to the time where winter was just a mere season, Bon Iver was playing on their shared earphones, and Sakura was his.

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 8 years ago

“What’s your favorite song?”

They’re cuddled together in bed, naked, her head on his shoulder with his arm around her and hers tracing his abs, his other arm folded under his head. It’s freezing cold because of the early winter but their naked bodies offer enough heat to each other.

He opened his sleepy eyes and turned to his girlfriend, and saw her looking up at him with those green doe eyes, “Hn?”

“I just realized, Sasuke-kun,” she continued, still looking up at him. “We’ve been dating for like almost a year now and I still don’t know your favorite song. I rarely see you listen to music. You’re always with your books and poetry.”

“No, I’m not,” he retorted. Is it bad that he likes to read?

“Uhm, yes you are,” she said back. “Either those or your coffee or any school related shit. I don’t even see you with other people aside from Naruto, of course, and your family.”

“And Colonel Mustard,” he answered.

“He’s a cat,” she answered deadpan.

He sighed. He moved the arm under his head and used its hand to hold her cheek, “You forgot yourself.” His arm around her tightened to pull her even closer. He whispered to her, “I’m always with you.”

Sasuke saw her blush and felt her hand on his abs slap his skin. He winced a little. Seriously, her hand could either make him gasp in pleasure or in pain.

“I know that already so stop distracting me!”, she scolded him. “I wanna know your favorite song. I know your favorite movie, favorite author, favorite dish, favorite ice cream flavor even though you always say you hate ice cream, favorite jeans to wear just to make me think about grabbing your beautiful ass every time I see you in it. I even know your favorite sex position even if you haven’t told me, for God’s sake!”

He almost choked on that last one. She had always have no filter with her mouth and that may be her biggest flaw, but that’s also her strength and charm. She’s so vulgar and frank and just straight-up business when it’s about to go down. And right now, it is going down with her.

“If you don’t say it right now I’m not gonna give you head for two weeks,” she warned. He would’ve been worried that he wouldn’t get a blowjob for two long weeks if he can’t get a different kind of pleasure just by seeing her come and unravel before his eyes whenever they make love.

‘As if that’s the only satisfaction I get from you’, he thought with a small smirk.

He ran his hand on her side back and forth, squeezing her hip when it landed there, “I don’t have any favorite song.”

“Bullshit. Everyone has their favorite song. Why won’t you tell me?”, she whines. In retaliation, she also uses her hand to caress his chest and abdomen. He shivers.

“Because I don’t have one,” he calmly answered, his hand still running over her. They’re both using the power of their touch to distract and to persuade. He likes this game, he decided.

“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to say it to me.”

“No.”

“Why won’t you?”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Is it embarassing?”

“What?”

 They didn’t notice that they moved now. She’s now on top of him, her pink hair cascading down on him like a curtain that hides them from the world, her arms caging his head as she looks down on him with determination. His hands are now both on her thighs while she straddles him, going back and forth as he feels himself get hard and heat up.

“Is it by some artist with problematic tendencies?”

He rolled his eyes, “No. I just don’t have one.”

“Is it a cheesy romantic ballad?”

“Sakura..”

“Is it by Skrillex? I swear to God I’ll strangle you.”

“Sakura..”

“Or is it from broadway? Don’t worry, I know you like theater and plays and I do, too! I love Mu-“

Out of slight irritation for too much talking and the sight of her naked breast on his face, he pulled her down and kissed the hell out of her. He heard her whimper for a second, followed by her moans as soon as his tongue found its way in her mouth. He groaned in response, she goes crazy when she hears it.

Unfortunately, it’s not enough to shut her up.

She broke the kiss and with a slight pant, “C’mon Sasuke-kun.”

He flopped his arms wide open on the mattress, and looked heavenwards before turning on her. “I could say the same to you. I don’t know your favorite song too.”

That made her halt in her movements, which is crawling backwards to sit on his crotch. She sat on his abdomen instead, “Really?”

 It’s a given that she will question him regarding this since she tells him absolutely almost everything. From her latest discovered band to a recent discovery in medicine by a genius dude whose name he doesn’t even remember, she shares it with him. Favorite anime character, favorite memory with him, favorite pair of underwear — he knows it all because she’s that open to him about things she love.

But his sharp memory tells him that she forgot to include her favorite song. It’s hard for Sasuke to remember things that doesn’t have any business with him, especially things he doesn’t care about. But since Sakura is his only business and definitely the woman he most care about next to his mother, anything that tumbles out of her mouth will automatically find its way to the storage in his brain and his heart and it’ll be there for him to remember forever, no matter how mundane it is such as a favorite scented candle or favorite episode of How I Met Your Mother.

He sighed while staring at her fondly, “Really.” She just stared back, her head tilting slightly like a puppy as she process this new information. She looked absolutely adorable in his eyes and he felt his lips turn into a soft smile.

‘Too cute’, he thought. If she’s not naked on top of him right now, he might’ve told her outloud.

Before he could even reach out to caress her stomach, she got up from her position on his abdomen and hopped out of bed. He leans on his elbow to watch her rummage through her bag, as nonchalant as a new born baby can be in just her skin and nothing else, and he continued to watch in awe and fascination.

“Yosh!”, she exclaimed after a few moments. She turned around and flopped down on the bed on her stomach, with her hands holding her ipod. She plugged in her earphones on the device and looked at him dead in the eye, “I love this dude named Justin Vernon.”

He was still leaning on his elbows when he suddenly sat up straight, “What the fu- who the fuck is h- I swear to God Sak-“ and continued to sputter shit.

“Shut your hole and let me speak you dumb baby,” she covered his mouth shut. “Do you think I’m capable of loving someone other than you?”

Sasuke immediately didn’t know what to say at that and even felt his stomach flutter a bit. He blinked once, twice, while looking at her. He was gonna lean closer to her when she added, “Though this dude could be a close second.”

His reins are up again and this time, Sakura just laughed at him. ‘The audacity!’ he thought internally.

She removed her hand on his mouth and continued, “He’s a dude that once holed up in his father’s hunting cabin in the mountains after a break-up and wrote the best album of all time.”

 After that, he found himself sitting with his back against the headboard of his bed, watching and listening to the love of his life talk about her love for this sad and broken man who made her favorite album. And for the first time, he didn’t feel jealous that she’s talking about some other guy and how she loves him so. He actually felt sorry for him, and yes, a bit impressed too. Making a classic album after a break-up? That’s neat.

He doesn’t know the pain to be dealt with when you’ve broken up with someone because Sakura was his first girlfriend. And honestly, he doesn’t, couldn’t, even think about being apart from her. Just the thought of them breaking up already makes him panic a little. He always thought to himself, ‘I will never let that happen.’

His position against the head of the bed gives him perfect view of her lying on her stomach, still animatedly talking about the girl, popularly known as Emma, who broke this Justin’s heart and inspired him to write a whole record.

Then she played a whole album for him, from start to finish. A roller coaster of emotions passed through him. He never knew music could transport you into another realm like this. At one time they stopped using the earphone splitter as they both listen to the whole album in separate earphones. They shared one pair of earphones and she finally played her favorite song which was also the last track on the record, “This is my favorite song of all time. It’s called Re:Stacks.”

Strums of guitar started to pour through and then he heard the song she loves very much. He heard a song of a broken man. His words penetrates through Sasuke and he found himself closing his eyes to absorb it all — the pain, the longing, and the acceptance in the end.

 He didn’t notice that the song already ended until he felt Sakura gently straddle his lap which made him open his eyes. He saw her looking at him, with a soft smile grazing her pink lips. “Hi,” she whispered sweetly.

He continued staring at her while removing the earbud from his ear. He sighed deeply and murmured back, “Hi.”

“What do you think? You seemed to like it,” she whispered again, still smiling at him, her hand reaching out to push his bangs back away from his face.

He nods, “It’s beautiful.” The intimacy of the moment made them want to whisper to each other, as if there’s an audience watching and listening. He caressed her thighs straddling his hips, “He seemed to be in so much pain and disbelief, but there’s a feeling of acceptance and letting go in the end. Sad but beautiful.”

She smiled brightly at him, making him tighten his hands on her thighs. She’s beautiful and she makes his heart ache so goddamn good. “I’m glad you liked it,” Sakura said. Her eyes suddenly trained downcast and her fingers fumble with the chain on his neck.

He frowned for a moment, not knowing what caused the sudden change on her demeanor. She’s such an open book and add that with the years of being friends and lovers, he could instantly tell what she’s feeling with just one glance.

He lifted her face by using his hand, the other tugging her closer so he could prop his knees up, “What is it?”

Sakura looked at him quietly, her green eyes slowly sweeping the features on his face. She traced it with her fingers and when she reached his mouth, Sasuke gently puckered his lips to kiss them. It made her smile.

“I know it’s a sad song,” she started. “Hell, the whole album is a sad one. Justin wrote it about ‘Emma’ and he was heartbroken and in despair for so long. Emma broke his heart — shattered it even.”

She licked her lips and subtly shakes her head. Then she continued talking, now looking at his lips, “And I know we’re happy and I’m hopelessly in love with you and I know you love me too, but..”

Green eyes met his black ones, “I want you to know that you’re my Emma. You always will be.”

 Sasuke’s heart skipped a beat. She said it so achingly vulnerable and soft and heartfelt that he felt it in his bones, rattling everything he believes in. She could tell him the world is square and he will believe her if she talks and looks at him like that.

She continued to babble, words tumbling out of her mouth trying to convey her feelings. He listens.

“And if I could write songs — damn if I could write a whole album — it would be about you. About us. About you and your stoic perfect face that makes me frustrated and flustered at once. The way you push your hair back, your eyes, your hands — everything about you. I will get holed up in a cave or in my own room and pour my heart in every song like Justin did and make you an album, but I couldn’t do that and I could only say these things to your face like this and I hope it’s enough. I hope it’s enough for you to never leave me, I hope that I’m good enough for you. And just like Emma, you will always have a piece of my heart when and if, God forbid, we ever broke up. I wi-“

He couldn’t take it anymore. His heart was about to burst out from his chest and her words are starting to get ridiculous because who would dare leave her? How could he ever leave her, let alone think about leaving her? If it ever comes to worst, which he will fight so hard not to happen, he won’t be the one to leave. Sakura might just realize how much he lacks and how unworthy he is, and that’s when she leaves. But right now, she’s here. And she’s kissing him. And she loves him.

And so he did what he does best.

He grabbed her face and slammed his mouth against hers. Sasuke heard her whimper and he kissed her harder. ‘Mine. Mine. Mine,’ he selfishly said in his head.

Her arms wound around his neck as he cradles her face closer to his, pouring his feelings through their passionate kiss. He felt something wet on his face and realized that Sakura was crying.

She has always been emotional and Sasuke knows she feels intense emotions at the moment that’s why she’s shedding tears. It made him break their liplock and kissed away her tears on her cheeks to her eyes. He felt her smile against his face and he kissed her again, softly this time. When he broke the kiss for the second time, he stared intently at her, “I love you.”

Sasuke shook her head a little to let her know he’s serious, “Sakura, I love you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re mine just as I am yours, and I love you so much.”

Sasuke will always be reserved when it comes to his emotions and hearing these words of love, affection and reassurance made Sakura cry a little harder. She hugged him, her arms tightening around his shoulders and her face buried against his neck. He kissed her hair, his own arms caging her to him.

They continued being like that — with the pursuit of knowing Sasuke’s favorite song forgotten, with Sasuke’s words earlier still reverberating around the room, and his unsaid ones echoing inside his heart, body and soul.

‘You’re my Emma too, Sakura.’

—

They met at the center of the road. From up above, you’ll see two opposite colors at the middle of the lane with a stream of people continuously going back and forth around them like a stream — her pink strands and his black mane. There they stood, onyx orbs meeting jade ones.

Sasuke looks at her — just that. Words have left him once his eyes reached her figure from across the road. It’s all he can do right now; just look at her and contemplate whether this is fate or a mere coincidence, a blessing or a curse. Maybe God heard his prayers and now spitting on him.

He opened his mouth to taste her name from his lips, unmentioned for the past 6 years. His friends have been very careful around him after their breakup. No one mentioned her name. During spring, the term cherry blossom is always used instead.

He wants to know now if the familiar sweep of his tongue when he calls her still gives him a sense of belongingness and home, because only God knows how much he’s never been home all these years. He will do just that when she removed her earbuds and beat him to it.

“Sasuke.”

 He might’ve shivered a little. Not from the cold, not even from the cadence of her voice or the familiarity of her eyes. It’s from the little ache in his heart, because it has been such a long time.

He also noticed how she called him without that suffix. Sasuke felt it sting a bit. He swallowed hard before greeting her back by saying, “Sakura.”

She smiled, “Hi.”

Her smile still brought a tiny smirk from him, earning him another smile from her. She always knew how to push his right buttons. “Hi,” he murmured back.

She looked around then, her eyes darting throughout their surroundings, “As much as I want to stand here and try to look like we’re shooting a music video in the middle of the road, we can’t.”

She laughed at that and surprising him, grabbed his arm and led him towards the direction he was going. She pulled him so that they could walk side by side and asked him, “You’re going to buy coffee and read, right?”

Surprise must’ve been written all over his face for she laughed a little and nodded her head towards the paper bag of books he’s holding. He looked down on it as she continued to say teasingly, “You always need coffee when you read. You still haven’t changed, Sasuke! Let me guess.. Bukowski?”

He’s never been so glad to have his scarf around his neck until now because he knows that his nape just turned red, as is his ears which Sakura noticed. She laughed again and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “Shut up.”

They continued to walk until they reached his favorite café. He opened the door for her and she halts in her steps and looked at him with an amazed expression, “Whoa there. You’ve never opened the door for me before. This is new. Thanks.” She proceeded to enter and left him there, still holding the door open, thinking about what she said.

‘Really?’ he thought to himself.

Sasuke followed her inside where he’s sure she will pick a spot near the glass windows so she could see the people outside. She always liked to observe people when they’re mostly in their most unpretentious, which is simply walking down the street.

But she surprised him again by choosing seats against the wall opposite the glass windows. Above their seats on the wall is a black and white picture of a couple sitting on a bench with shared earplugs and holding hands.

‘How apt,’ he commented on his head. Then he heard it from Sakura herself, “Hey, don’t they remind you of us before? Ah, nostalgic.”

She removed her white trench coat and now sitting, sporting a military green turtleneck sweater and denim jeans with black knee high boots. He admits she looked good, extremely good, and he pushes his thoughts away. He berates himself inwardly, ‘Now is not the time moron.’

He nodded his head in answer as he removed his coat and scarf, leaving him with a dark blue sweater. He placed his paper bag of books under the table and said, “I’ll order now.”

Sasuke knows her usual — coffee with one pack of sugar and three packs of cream — so he didn’t bother asking her. That’s why when he was gonna go to the counter, Sakura interrupted him with, “I quit coffee a long time ago, Sasuke.”

That made him stop on his tracks and face her again. She smiled a little, “I’ll have black tea. Oh, and a strawberry muffin. Thanks.”

He blinked for a while, then nodded his head in understanding. He went to the counter and ordered for them. As he waited, he watched her from the corner of his eye. His eyes took her in for the nth time since laying his eyes on her again after six goddamn years.

 Many things about her took him by suprise — her preference for a spot inside the café and her liking to black tea, her pink hair now in a messy bun at the top of her head revealing her forehead (she’s insecure about her forehead before that’s why she always wear her hair down with bangs covering it), and her being a bit more reserved, unlike before where she’s always on her feet most of the time because she’s full of energy and enthusiasm. She looks sophisticated now, with her dark red lipstick on her lips. She was never the dark color type of girl, but now she looks fierce and classy even with just a lipstick on and nothing else on her face.

But there are still things that didn’t change. She’s still short; a bit taller than she was back then but still way shorter than him. She reaches his chin before but now, she’s able to barely reach his nose. But then, he became taller since then so maybe she never grew at all. She still loves taking pictures of everything whether it’s a cute dog that passes by her, a pretty graffiti she spots when they’re in the car, or her shoes for the day. Right now, it’s the neon signs of the café, with her fingers posing to make a finger heart for her to capture. Fucking adorable, he thought.

Above all, she’s still bubbly. After all the shit that happened, he’s extremely glad she never lost her bubbly personality. He remembered the last time they saw each other, how broken she looked that day when they broke up, how much self-control it took for him not to reach out and take back all that he said. He was afraid he took out the best parts of her. But seeing her now made him release a thorn on his pierced heart, relieving him some of the ache that still lingers.

A tap on his shoulder woke him from his thoughts. He turned around and saw their literature professor in college, Kakashi Hatake.

“Mr. Uchiha, what a pleasant surprise,” the gray haired man exclaimed, his ever present mask still covering half of his face. They never knew what he looked like.

“Sir,” Sasuke replied. This earned a chuckle from Kakashi. He heard him say, “Still stiff as a board, I see.”

He snorted, “Still nosy.”

Kakashi laughed, “Been a while since I saw you here. I heard you moved out of Japan for good? Since what? 5 years ago?”

“Six, actually. I got back last year. Gotta take care of family business since..” Sasuke trailed off.

Kakashi’s eyes seemed to soften at that, and undeniably filled with pity. He nodded somberly, “Yeah.. Your brother would have been proud of you.”

His throat constricted at that statement. A pair of black eyes as dark as his looking at him — fondly, teasingly, lovingly — made its way to his mind.

Itachi.

��Everyone in Tokyo, probably in all of Japan, knew the death of Itachi Uchiha 7 years ago. Just a simple visit at the grocery, a luxury he didn’t have in his leisure since he’s the heir of the biggest manufacturing company in Asia, and all of a sudden found dead inside because he chose to protect the mother and child from being shot by a robber.

Everyone tells Sasuke he’s a noble man; people he didn’t even know showed up on his wake and said their condolences, and he said choked-up thanks, and he held onto Sakura’s hand tightly because nothing seemed to anchor him to reality anymore. Sasuke watched as his mother cried until she passed out, his father stare into space as he held his wife, and his own self drown in anger and misery.

How dare Itachi leave him alone? How dare Itachi sacrifice himself and die? How dare Itachi pass his responsibilities onto his shoulders, uncontrollably shaking so hard because of the wrecking sobs he let out once in the comfort of his dead brother’s room?

Sasuke averted his eyes for he knows Kakashi is as sharp as any investigator and he might see through him. He just nodded in response.

The other man noticed the change in Sasuke so he changed the topic, “So are you still with my favorite student?”

That made Sasuke look back at Kakashi and stammered a little, “I- I- uhh..”

Kakashi’s sharp eyes roamed around the café and obviously lit up when it landed on pink. He looked back at Sasuke slyly, “I see.”

Sasuke opened his mouth to tell him that he’s wrong but unfortunately, his order was already called. Kakashi just patted his shoulder again and saluted at him, taking lazy strides as he walked out of the café, his iconic copy of the first volume of Icha-Icha peaking through the pocket of his sling bag. Sasuke shook his head.

Lifting his and Sakura’s orders back to their table, Sasuke composed himself as he makes his way to her. They might not be the same as before, but he knows Sakura can see immediately through him if there are thoughts running through his head.

 He saw Sakura leaning against the table; her left arm folded across her chest on the table and her right folded at the elbow as she grips her phone. She finally took off her gloves, the said item tossed in her bag. When he placed down the tray, she took her eyes off the phone and gave him a small smile. As he sat down he heard, “Thanks.” He just nodded as a reply. What can he say anyway?

“Was that Kakashi sensei back there earlier?”, she asked. “I think I saw his anti-gravity hair but didn’t see his mask coz you were blocking it.” She laughed a bit as she sips her tea.

Anti-gravity hair, he chuckled inwardly. He fought a laugh as well, “Aa. He just annoyed me.”

She giggled, “That old man, still nosy as hell huh? For a guy, he’s so nosy that it’s borderline intrusive! But why didn’t he come over and talk to me? We haven’t seen each other for so long! Wow, so much for being his favorite pupil.”

He sipped his hot coffee as he looked at her, “He likes his porn better than you.”

She almost choked with her muffin. “True, but at least I know what he looks like underneath,” she smugly commented while smothering a chuckle.

Sasuke’s eyes widened, silently asking her to confirm if what he heard was right. She laughed a bit and teasingly said, “Don’t worry. You’re still much better looking. Though he’s a really close second, I’m telling you.” Then she laughed again, making him smile genuinely.

Sasuke’s heart squeezed a little. It was just like old times when they were teens, with their gazes lingering a bit too long to consider as a friendly look. They did this a lot when they were in high school having study breaks in the coffee shop near their school. Their undying affectionate banter filling up their space. Even when surrounded by friends, they always seem to have their own little world where only the two of them exist.

They were each other’s first love. And right at this moment, 6 years past the best and worst times of his life, Sasuke’s heart lit up with unexplicable spark. One more smile from her and he will lit up like forest fire.

A shrill of a phone ringing caught his attention.

A radiant grin from her caught his breath..

and a glimmer of something shiny on her left hand stopped it altogether.

It all happened in slow motion — the way her eyes shift from him to the black device on the table, the way her teeth was slowly revealed as she smiled brightly after seeing the name of the caller, the way her left hand’s ring finger containing the offending platinum band with a diamond hurt his eyes as she accepts the call.

 Then he heard her sweetly say, “Neji-kun.”

And the forest fire of hope inside him dissipates with the heavy rain of his despair falling down on him.

-fin-

(A/N: Special chapter is up here on tumblr and ffnet. See you soon!)

special chapter | part 2

[mangled-dreams]

Promising Sun: Part 2 - Lunch

Promising Sun: Lunch

A new series I’m working on. Please as it progresses, let me know if you enjoyed it or not. Thank you.

AntiXReader, DarkXReader.

The trio of you make it to the food court, with—you admit hesitantly a few bumps in the road. You'd nearly walked into the third floor glass railing it it hadn't been for Mark's arm wrapped around your waist. You apologized for the scare and walk to the elevator with your hand on the wall or railing.

You hear Gaurav greet your table. You can already smell the delicious chicken.

“Thank you, Gaurav, it smells delicious as always.” You say keeping your hands still on the table top.

“You are very welcome, Sunflower.” Gaurav responds smiling at you. There is a slight accent to his words which is very pleasant to your hearing. You love hearing the various accents in the mall. Today the mall is fairly quiet and you can hear Gaurav walking back to his eatery.

“You pretty much know everyone here, huh?” Mark asks. His tone's changed a little. It's deeper. It reminds you of that one video...oh, damn, what was it?

You nod your head and pick up your fork and gently stir your food to allow it to cool a little. You keep a hand around the edge of the plate, keeping yourself from going over the edges. “My mom's been here for nearly fifteen years. All the older stores knew us before my accident. Gaurav and I kind of grew up together. He's a few years older than me, but he's similar to a kind of guardian.” You say smiling softly.

“We...I wanted to ask you about seeing auras.” Mark says almost hesitantly. You pause in your eating. You'd guessed they'd ask about it, but it does surprise you it's Mark asking. You would have guessed it would have been Sean to ask you.

You weigh your options before saying, “I don't know how it came about, just that I can. What in specific are you curious about?”

“How does it work?” Sean asks.

You don't respond right away. It's hard to explain, like trying to describe a flavor. “It's hard to explained. So,” you pause, setting your fork down next to your place and think for a moment. “So the deal is I lost my sight about ten years ago. Everything is black around me, but around the second year without my sight I started seeing little blimps of color. At first I thought I was getting my sight back, my parents took me to the doctors, I went through a ton of tests, but they concluded that it was just neurons or something flashing or something. We all believe it was in my head until it became apparent it wasn't.”

You see Mark lean forward, his colors slowly changing again. The darker tones are taking over. Vivid crimson changing to deep maroons. You try to remind unaffected by the changes but even Sean's coloring is starting to change. You swear he even has charged electric energy crackling inside his aura.

“What happened?” Mark asks, his tone changing along with his aura. Deeper, more imposing.

“I avoided a man that was going to hurt me. It's not much of a secret that I'm blind, everyone around here knows that. They knew me before I lost my sight, but this one guy, I can't remember his name he liked to bully. A customer a lot of people actually kicked out of their stores because of his actions. I want making my way to my mom's shop when he attacked me.” You say trying to not relive the fear you'd felt that day.

“What did he do?” Sean asks, his tone changing as well. It's the higher pitch you heard at the elevator.

“He tried to push me down the stairs. In the main lobby there are stairs from the first to second floor along with escalators. I was still trying to navigate my world in darkness and I hated deviating from my path. I always feared tripping or bumping into people.” You'd nearly fallen down the stairs a few times before Oliver had tried to hurt you, which is way you'd always been extra careful on the stairs.

“Did he physically push you?” Mark asks.

You nod your head. “I was nearly at the top when he was coming down the stairs. I had my cane back then, and it was obvious I was blind. He shoulder checked me, grabbing the sleeve of my jacket. I had seen his aura color and it made me feel afraid. I grabbed the railing and caught myself. He clung to my jacket and ripped the sleeve off my jacket.” You tell them. “Thankfully a few of the shop owners kept��I guess they still keep an eye out for me. They saw the whole thing. I told my mom what happened and we further tested the theory that I can see auras, or at the time I thought it was souls.” you add with a shrug. “I didn't quite understand it. I guess I still don't.”

You watch them nod slightly. You still find it weird how well you can still read people without seeing them in a physical form.

“Can you read people?” Sean asks. You stare at his swirling aura. It's still so mesmerizing.

“About as well as you probably can. Each aura is different and unique, there are similarities between auras. There are certain aspects that just about every aura shares that helps me gauge levels of danger, sanity, and a variety of other things. Colors do have a little to do with personalities, but generally they don't amount to much.” You say softly.

“What's our colors?” Mark asks.

You stare at their colors. Mainly reds and pinks, hints of purples meaning he has blue undertones. Sean is green with lighter yellow greens. You like both their colors. It's like looking at an aurora borealis. It's simply beautiful. “Reds and pinks, hints of purples and blues. They're very beautiful. It's like a light show of different hues.” you say looking at Mark. “But there are dark tones, dark tones usually mean just that...darkness. Bad behavior or thoughts or actions, but you're at fleeting. So, it's hard to pin point.” you say softly, not exactly sure why you are explaining that much.

“What about me?” Sean asks.

You look to him. “So vivid. Greens and yellows. It's like looking at a forest of colors with spots of sun through the leaves.” You say softly. Where as Mark's colors are like a light show, Sean's calms you. Like watching the ocean's ebb and flow. “You have the dark tones too, but... there's also an electrical type charge to your aura. Like a lime green lightening storm.” You add knitting your brows together. “You are the first I've seen with this.”

“Is that good, or bad?” Sean asks.

You honestly don't know, so you say so. You take a few bites of your food, not wanting to eat cold food.

“That's rather amazing. Would you entertain the idea of meeting with us again? I would love to know more about your...abilities.” Mark says in his deep register. You study his soul. It's darker, but still so vivid at the same time...it's disturbing in a way.

“Do you have to go?” You ask softly. Had the time flown by that quickly?

“Unfortunately so. I do apologize, I received word that there is an issue at home.” Mark explains. You question the legitimacy of his response, but you don't call him out on it.

“It's quite alright.” You tell him. “I guess, if we cross paths again, I'd enjoy talking with you again.” You add with a smile. You do, for the most part enjoy their company, even if their auras confuse you.

“Hold on,” Sean says before anyone can move. “Are you free on Thursday evening?”

You think about it. It's a day you're off and as far as you can remember you don't have any plans. “No, I don't think so, unless Mom has something planned for me.” You says. Some times your mom like to inform you that she's set up a blind date, or as she likes to call them a surprise meeting.

“Good. Here.” Sean slips a piece of paper to your finger tips. You r hand moves without thought to take the slip of paper.

“What's this?” You ask being careful not to crumple it.

“My mobile number. It's an American number for the time I'm here.” Sean says his tone changing again. It's still higher in comparison to Marks, but nothing like it was a few minutes ago.

“Phone number? Do you think it's wise to give it to a blind woman?” you ask jokingly. You always as that when anyone gives you their number. You will have to ask someone else to enter it into your phone. Namely your mother.

Sean chuckles. “Like I said it's an American number. One of those disposable ones.” he tells you. You nod and slip it into your jean pocket.

“Not to be rude, but why would you give this to me?” You ask debating just tossing the number when they leave.

“So you can call me.” Sean says as if it's completely obvious, which in reality it is. Why else would he give you his number.

“For?” you prompt softly. You don't want to insult him, but he knows where you work, and that your boss is your mother. If he really needs to get to you he can always come to your work. There isn't much reason for you to have his number.

“So you can tell me your answer.” Sean says earning a confused look from you and Mark.

“Answer?” you repeat back, still confused. You'd already answered the question.

“Yeah. Will you go out with me Thursday night?” Sean asks you, leaving you caught off guard.

“What?”

When you get home that night you sit on your couch. Your special mobile phone in your hand. It's mainly speech operated with a few over sized buttons for phone calls. Sean's phone number entered into your contacts by your mother.

After losing your sight your self confidence has declined. Not that it was the highest in the world before, but you always find it surprising when anyone shows interest in you. Especially when someone as popular as Sean McLoughlin shows interest in someone like you.

You debate calling him.

Call.

Don't call.

[draconian-overlord]

Do all of the asks. All of them.

YOU TRASH BAG UGH FINE I’LL DO ALL OF THEM.

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

It does not exist and may never

french vanilla:

how old are you?

My existence exceeds the age of the universe

cotton candy:

three places you want to travel to?

Paris, Alaska, and Japan

strawberry:

a language you wish you could speak?

Sign language

coffee:

favorite cosmetic brands?

KVD, Urban Decay, and Shiro Cosmetics

mint chocolate chip:

indoors or outdoors?

Although I love the outdoors, the indoors has fewer ants

cookie dough:

do you play any instruments?

I play classical piano, and know one guitar riff

rocky road:

favorite songs at the moment?

Little Earthquakes by Tori Amos

butter pecan:

favorite songs for life?

Um, the same?

cheesecake:

what’s your zodiac sign?

VIRGO

toasted coconut:

the beach or the pool?

The beach because my dog loves to play in the sand

chocolate chip:

what’s your most popular post?

IDK THERE’S TOO MANY

bubblegum:

books or movies?

Mostly books, but movies can be great too

pistachio:

manga or anime?

Both are great- stories with more action work really well with anime since they are more exhilarating to see, but more complex stories are better told in manga because of their ongoing nature

salted caramel:

favorite movies?

UGHH I HATE QUESTIONS LIKE THESE. I literally remember nothing that I watch; if I have a favorite, it is somewhere deep within the void that is my mind. I know I loved the Falsettos movie, though!

birthday cake:

favorite books?

ANOTHER ONE. Okay, well, I love series, especially fantasy series. So my favorites are the Riordan books (there are too many to list), the Harry Potter books, and the LOTR books. I also like the Sisters of Versailles series (warning, they’re SIN), and probably many more I can’t remember at the moment.

moose tracks: (wtf is this a real ice cream flavor???????)

favorites for manga?

OKAY THIS I KNOW BECAUSE I HAVE A LIST-- I should do that for other stuff. Anyway, I love Black Butler, Yona of the Dawn, Princess Jellyfish, and Abide in the Wind (although that’s a manhwa, but oh well).

orange sherbet:

favorites for anime?

One Punch Man, Shiki, Orange, From the New World, Psycho Pass, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Nana, Boys over Flowers, and Sailor Moon

peanut butter:

favorite academic subject?

AP Biology is the most wonderful subject to ever exist, I looovved it

black raspberry:

do you have any pets?

A DOGGO WHO I LOVE MORE THAN THIS PLANE OF EXISTENCE

mango:

when and why did you start your blog?

When: July 2016

Why: Literally a whim after you told me to, Maia

mocha:

ideal weather conditions?

THUNDERSTORMS ARE HELLA FUN

black cherry:

four words that describe you?

Spontaneous, sensitive, small, and sordid

neapolitan:

things that stress you out?

Everything I get stressed when people tell me I need to fix something, when I’m separated from people I care about, when I’m in a room with strangers, when a room is really cold and has harsh lighting, when I’m walking down a narrow bright hallway, when I suddenly feel detached from my surroundings for absolutely no reason, when I lie awake in bed for hours trying to sleep but being distracted by thoughts, and when my shoes don’t fit properly.

raspberry truffle:

favorite kind of music?

I love Chopin’s Nocturnes, they awaken my inner witch, but I also love ACDC and assorted rock bands, as well as Tori Amos-esque pop, so my taste is kind of all over the place

chocolate marshmallow:

favorite brands of candy?

I love Cadbury chocolate since it’s literally all milk & sugar. Lindt truffles are universally acknowledged as heavenly, and Kit-Kats are pretty great. I’m not really a fan of hard candy, but blue raspberry Jolly Ranchers are cool.

toffee:

a card game that you’re good at?

Um. None of them? Maybe those memory games, I guess.

lemon custard:

do you eat breakfast?

I do! I’m usually STARVING in the morning, so I’ll have a bowl of cereal or toast, nothing too heavy. If I’m not hungry that early, I might have a fancier brunch later, like waffles or pancakes.

dark chocolate:

turn ons?

Oh my god. Um. Long, luxurious curls are pretty hot. As well as nice lips. Uhh, I like pretty clothes too?

fudge:

turn offs?

A lack of hygiene, definitely. Also, being nasty and a just plain awful person are clearly turn offs.

peach:

how do you relax?

Two words: I don’t. But, I do try to drink tea and take long baths, they sort of help.

praline:

a popular book you haven’t read yet?

The rest of the TMI series. I read book one, was severely put off by the incest, the blehhh writing, and the annoying protagonist, and never picked up another one.

superman:

do you like sweaters?

OH MY GOD I LOVE SWEATERS SO MUCH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ONE OF THE REASONS I HATE SUMMER SO MUCH IS BECAUSE I CAN’T WEAR SWEATERS.

cherry:

do you drink tea or coffee?

Both! But I prefer tea for the taste. If I’m really tired, though, I might have coffee.

dulce de leche:

an instrument you wish you could play?

I really want to learn how to play the violin! It sounds so beautiful, and it’s an instrument I can actually bring with me places. Pianos are a little difficult to carry around.

blackberry:

have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

SO MANY TIMES!! I laugh all the time, at anything, and then end up laughing so hard I cry ;v;. It’s really a problem when I’m wearing mascara!

ginger:

a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

Hmm, I think that NOT MESSING UP YOUR PLACE ON A BLOG WHEN YOU TRY TO REBLOG SOMETHING WOULD BE A GREAT FEATURE, NO???

blueberry lemon:

favorite blogs?

I GUESS that I’ll have to go with @lareinedelapoubelle (this is coercion i did not add her in of my own will i swear it), @a-million-stories, @space-rocks-trash-bin, @dracos-at-pigfarts, @astrae, @thebootydiaries, @pjoisboss, @writing-prompt-s, @zephyrine-gale, @norindraws, @astrorhea, @normal-horoscopes, @qiu-jin, @mysticmessengerincorrectquotes, @anyway-i-love-vanderwood, @lizard-is-writing, @missthingmessenger, @promiscuous-jalapeno, @cuipid, @artcemis, @myetie, @aquariumprincess23, @caffeinewitchcraft, and @jintii (I LOVE ALL OF YOU YOU’RE SO WONDERFUL ❤❤❤)

almond:

favorite mean girls quote?

WE SHOULD TOTALLY JUST STAB CAESAR!!!

butterscotch:

what color are your nails right now?

They are currently a sienna-reddish-brown.

cinnamon:

have you ever been confessed to?

Nope.

blue moon:

have you ever had a crush on someone?

Yep.

cappuccino crunch:

do you take naps?

Nahh, I can never sleep during the day even when I need it.

mint:

the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

I once tripped going up the stairs at a family friend’s house, and found myself rolling sideways from the top of the staircase I had just walked all the way back down. Unfortunately, I have still not lived that down.

brownie batter:

do you like sushi?

Yeah, it’s pretty great!

key lime:

where do you want to be right now?

In a tangled affair with a balding French Canadian waiter named Lemon. He kisses my hand, and we run away across the seas into eternal darkness.

red velvet:

do you wear prescription glasses?

I wear prescription colored contacts, so technically, I guess.

green tea:

favorite flavors of ice cream?

Cookie dough is love, cookie dough is life. I also love vanilla fudge swirl and birthday cake.

[trixcuomo]

4: The Daily Mail Org

Trixany tries to have a normal day out in the city with her pet dragon, but then it ends in an embarrassing disaster of world-boss proportions.

I gave up on my salad about ten minutes in. That’s how long it took Nautistrasz to decide I wasn’t paying enough attention to him and turn my meal into his nest.

I’m trying to be less shocked around my little Nightmare (and I do mean he’s a nightmare) Whelp. I think my getting upset mostly encourages him. So I pretended that I always intended to eat just one strawberry and a forkful of arugula out of the bowl before taking a cigarette break. Nauti nuzzled into the walnuts and berries, trying to use the larger pieces of fruit as a hat, perhaps, while garnishing himself with green on all the other sides of the bowl. The little dragon was just the right size to wallow in a salad bowl and look up at passerby as if he were the cutest thing in the world.

And then it got even worse. People started to fall for it.

Silvermoon, mid-day, can be lovely. People dressed their very best are strolling about taking their breaks. The angle of the sun is just right to make things seem bright and fresh. You can hear the ritual popping of champagne corks if you try, mingled in with the songbirds. Springpaw appetizers are roasting and aromatic… and if you can find Trixany Cuomo trying to scrape some silver together for a decent lunch treat for once, you will also see her pet dragon destroying it with his evil cuteness.

“What’s his name?”

“Aww… he’s covered in strawberries!”

“Is it really okay for your dragon to be eating all this arugula? If he’s anything like a puppy, eating the wrong thing will just give him gas later, you know…”

To all these charming observations, I had one thing to say.

“He bites.” And if they didn’t move on fast enough, “…Or, I will. Through bone.”

So I had my feet up on the café table and put my shades on. Sulking and being as rude as I liked.

This is what happens to washed up Horde B celebrities…

Wait, have I explained that part yet? In Kezan, I was a Kaja’ Cola girl. I can’t do this sort of thing in the Goblin homeland. My stepfather, a Goblin, is in the casino business. I was around exactly the wrong sorts of short green people growing up. Hustlers, card sharks, showgirls (my mother case-in-point), liars, cheats… so I grew up wanted to be a singer-slash-actress-slash-model in the same way that Silvermoon kids grow up wanting to be magisters or Farstriders. I needed in my life, I screamed and complained about it. So, after a few small gigs, by the time I was a young woman, I’d landed a big one. The Kaja’Cola company wanted to go into a new kind of advertising, with spokesmodels of all races hawking their products all over Azeroth. I was local, my stepfather was able to twist some arms, and I was good—pretty good—so I got to be Fiesta Lime Trixany.

That’s right. Trixany Cuomo officially has a flavor.

Well, between my charming shoots and the love of this quality drink, I was a huge success. I can’t rudely put my feet up on a café table in Kezan with a pair of sunglasses on to dissuade conversation. I get mobbed by fans. I’m not bragging—it’s an actual problem.

So, little did Nauti know, I was having a good enough day, despite him. Still, I wanted to do something to make up for the ruined salad. I’d crawled out of my freshly cleaned apartment after all, to celebrate. I thought about taking him on a walk, but he hated those. Murder Row had this funky consignment shop with a treasure trove of Zandalari clothing and jewelry. (I know, sounds impossible for Silvermoon, but that’s the whole point of Jani-Jani. Say “Hekekekek” and get twenty percent off, by the way.) But Nauti would find a way to ruin that too, somehow. I was still kind of nervous about staying out of doors for too long anyway, since Maiev might drop down out of the sky any moment and kick me around for outing her as a hopeless Illidan fangirl.

Well she should actually be grateful. Maybe now, her Illidaddy can finally come back and claim her.

Ha! I should go write for a trashy celebrity mag.

There really aren’t any great spots for shopping in Silvermoon since the war. I hate Arthas for an additional reason other than all the horrific trespasses against Elf-kind when he attacked… he also took my favorite twenty-four hour fashion show, combination night club with it. You could go party and then buy a new outfit off one of the models while they strutted on the giant, dazzling cat walk. They would seriously strip her (or him) on-stage for the right amount of gold at Puss-Puss. Damn that Arthas!

Yeah, I do get that Jani-Jani is trying to be the low-budget, post-bellum version.

The more I lingered, thinking about old times, the more my craving to shop grew. So, I decided to settle for the auction house.

“Come on, we’re going for another walk. Let’s go across to the other side of the Exchange.” I told Nauti. “Don’t you want to fly around some more?”

He glared at me. Faint smoke raised from his tiny nostrils. The day Nauti really starts breathing fire, with that personality of his, is the day I start renting a studio bunker underground.

“We’re going now, Nautistrasz—”

He shouted over me in his nasal juvenile squeak, “I’m purple!”

Ugh. No, he is not a purple dragon, far from it. But he does love irritating me according to the bizarre rules in his weird, baby dragon mind. I seriously doubt Nauti even knows what ‘a purple’ is, at this point.

And, he wouldn’t get out of the salad bowl. I’d had enough. There are a few ways to discipline things smaller than you. He wanted to be a salad rather than a dragon pet today, then fine. I picked up the bowl, and I took him with me. A lot of people laughed at us, which Nauti figured out was a bad thing after a while. Then he sulked.

I gloated at my dragon-like parental skill, “Heh. How’s it feel to not be cute anymore?”

“Like you!”

“Sonofa—you mean little dragon!”

I mean, I am aging, but come on! What a low blow from a creature that you’re supposed to own.

Also. Someone out there, please open a cute boutique in Silvermoon. Please.

Shopping at the auction house for a new outfit is so horrible. You have to wander around stacked crates and overflowing barrels of… stuff. I don’t even know what kind of stuff, because they have everything at auction houses these days, from Sylvanas toenail clippings (times are hard and her fanatics are getting desperate) to goop for junior alchemical experiments, along with newly polished armor pieces. I got tired of carrying my strawberry dragon salad like a baby and eventually just set it down on what I judged to be a clean-ish table while I browsed some blouses.

I would later discover that my dragon was being bid on across Azeroth as some kind of still-wriggling, blackened Undercity delicacy. But that’s a whole other episode.

The shirts were okay. I felt like I was searching for over an hour for anything unbelievably beautiful or very on sale to give me a high (shopaholics know exactly what I’m talking about), when I came to the novelties section. A few notable scrolls, then some steamy romance novels and the like were going for hundreds of thousands of gold. Ha! What a rip off. And then I circled back to something that looked a little too familiar. Painfully so.

The glass frame was dusty. The auctioneer hissed at me when I tried to touch it, so I feigned interest and rattled some coins in my hand. That got it cleaned off, fast as you like. I wish I hadn’t done it, though.

It was a picture of me. I was on the auction house.

I… explained about the soda modeling days. I probably have not explained (and hoped I never would) about what happened while I was at Tempest Keep and Kael’thas Sunstrider himself heard about my Kaja Cola modeling days.

Okay, so first off—it was the war.

Second of all, getting with Kael’thas back then was actually something to brag about.

Third! It was the war, I was upset, and it was boring at Tempest Keep between raids and he kept saying it was for his research so maybe I did pose for a picture or two!

I’m just saying… In my defense…

Alright, so there is no decent defense. There I was, sipping tea at the edge of a bed with Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, dressed in some flimsy Murloc costume. It was weird and horrible all at once. And he looked to be smiling a lot harder than I ever remembered, because I swear now that ‘tea’ he served on set was spiked with something… fel… ish.

The worst part? My likeness in a costumed, nude photo shoot with the late prince was going for 300,000 gold.

I also don’t remember autographing anything like that, but it was signed by me somehow. It did look authentic. I screamed up a storm.

“But Miss! This is a very popular item. The bids just keep going up and up…”

“I will KILL whoever put this personal property of mine up for auction. Go explain to them that me taking this back, now, is better than my death sentence!”

But the city guard were walking in by then. I was causing a scene, worse than a scene. I’d even forgotten about my pet dragon by then, if you recall.

“WHO put this up for bid! I wanna know!”

Auctioneer Feynna said something about a privacy clause. Discretion my ass! They’re not doctors or priests. The guards started laughing at me when they actually saw what the fuss was about. I used the distraction to knock Feynna down and give my threat a final time. (Not a nice girl, I used to be a Sunfury, remember? And I’m tall, so I can do this easily to most people, if you also recall. Especially my exes.)

“The Daily Mail Orgrimmar will want damages paid to me and the Royal Exchange itself, if you dare put your hands on me again!”

What.

“The WHAT?!” I shrieked. The guards grabbed me by the arms. “The…? But I don’t understand?”

The Daily Mail Orgrimmar. That’s right. Someone finally outed me.

But one thing I couldn’t get at the time was, who would have access to Sunfury era photos and Kael’thas memorabilia? You’d practically have to root through melted steel girders of Tempest Keep wreckage to locate anything belonging to Kael’thas. Only weird Illidan would be vengeful enough, or care enough. Illidan or one of his cronies still hanging around… And then, what motivation would someone connected with Illidan have, to sell a picture of mine to a trashy celebrity mag? As the guards picked me up off my feet, my mind raced through so many possibilities. Most of my frenemies from that era were dead or imprisoned or… still kinky Demon Hunters. I shuddered at the thought. Few Burning Crusade era bad guys were reformed and walking around as normies again, with fully resuscitated reputations and regular jobs, like me. And whoever the perpetrator was, they also must have had damned good connections. Possibly also famous. Okay, so I’m not really famous, but it would have been someone well in with Team Illidan, let’s say, that The Daily Mail Org would trust to have got their source right.

Wait.

No, it couldn’t be.

“Oh no she didn’t…MAIEV??!”

And then the Silvermoon City Guard dumped me right on my ass, in the middle of the street.

((For fun, I will actually put a Trixany autograph on the WrA auction house, if you care to buy it. Fun fact: there are even a few Trixay autographs floating around in-game. It started when I made a few and gave them away as gag gifts for a party. But it was so funny, I decided to just keep handing them out. At least one person has told me they’ve collected two different ones. There are three to collect so far. Ahem… well, here’s your chance to be officially on Team Trixany! And even if no one buys it, what a great stunt to LOL about later. Muaha.))