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naoko-world · 1 year

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1 year of Encanto: A summary!

I posted many things during this anniversary but I wanted to finish on a summary of this year for me related to Encanto!

November 24th

Off to the cinema with my best friend to watch Encanto, thinking it'll be shit at worst, or correct at best. First thing I posted about it when going out: "I just saw Encanto. It was very cool, with good songs and an old-fashioned but well-done story."

From that point I started listening to the songs everyday.

November 26th

I make my first analysis of the movie on a Discord server about Disney to say Bruno represent well the topic of the movie, what it is about.

December 18th

I realized I may have a crush on Bruno after spending two weeks downloading a lot of pictures and fanarts of him.

November 25th-December 26th

Harassing my best friend from Quebec into watching Encanto.

December 31st

Rewatching Encanto. I held a bit more than 1 month.

January 8th

I discover that fanfic on Wattpad making me discover Bruno x Reader fanfics can be actually be good with an interesting reader.

December-January-February

I slowly become active on Tumblr once again, attracted by Encanto posts. First I only check posts, then I started reblogging, before posting myself some things. My first reblog was about the triplets looking like their age, while my first post was about Bruno's fangirl, to say I already posted 4 chapters of it.

Around January

I probably I starts making memes and edits.

January 18th

I draw my first Encanto fanart, a drawing of Bruno.

January 23rd

After dreaming it for weeks and hesitating a lot to write it, I post my first Encanto fanfiction in french, then in english the day after after spending the day translating by hand and having it checked by my friend from Quebec before of how insecure I was about my english level.

February 14th

I spend my day reading Bruno Madrigal/reader fics and ends up getting depressed because I read one that gets me depressed when I compare mine to hers.

Probably around February

I become friend with @omgcheez make my first Encanto friend outside of this Discord server, and he becomes one of the persons I hold the most dear 💚

March 3rd

I write a dissertation about Bruno in French I decide to translate in english for Tumblr and will finally post on October 17th.

March 11th

I receive my Bruno ruana after ordering it on a cosplay website someone told me about! The first of a long collection of dolls, posters, cosplays, etc.

March 19th

I post my first Jared Bush tweet, about the triplets birthday!

March 26th

I post my first analysis, a short one comparing Bruno and Evil!Bruno!

March 28th

This Encanto animatic 💚

March 31st

This shot progression of the chase scene. 💚

April 10th

I decide to create my fanfic materlist and it encourages me to write my first Encanto drabble I posted on April 14th.

April 17th

I post for the first time one of the tweets of the account Best of Bruno on Twitter, after asking for permission of course.

April 22nd

I post for the first time some screenshots I took of Bruno.

April 25th

I gets a heart attack because a blog I loved a lot reblogged a ficlet of mine and I'm like "I'm not worthy!!!" (watching you @neon-green-eyes). Now we're friends though.

May 8th

I bought Clip paint studio and tries to draw again. First drawing I post on Tumblr.

June 4th

I edited Card Captor Sakura screenshots to replace Sakura and Tomoyo's heads by Bruno and Mirabel's, horrifying people.

June 16th

My first self-insert commission I asked to @kewkcommissions is finally finished!

July 3rd

It's my birthday. So I write a very self-indulgent ficlet with a reader supposed to be me celebrating her birthday with her boyfriend Bruno and the rest of the Madrigal family.

I gets some asks wishing me happy birthday too, which is touching me a lot!

July 18th

I find a very interesting post about a jewish view of Encanto, starting my interest in a Jewish Madrigals AU.

Then, I create my own private Encanto server under a friend's suggestion since I was hesitating to join one and which.

July 25th

Encanto milk day, launched by @breannasfluff! I write a Bruno/reader ficlet with Milkman Bruno, drink some milk, and write a post about milk related expressions in french, inspired by @lunaencantada's.

July 28th

Under @unskilled-dabbler, @lunaencantada and @mmollymercury weird suggestion that I should continue drawing, I decide to draw again and to show it on my blog so you can see how bad I am.

July-August

Kinshi decides to ask for commissions with only 5 slot. I'm sending her one, thinking I probably won't be chosen, then hyperventilate when she accepts my request. Once it's ready, I post it on Tumblr and use it as a profile picture.

August 14th

I finish my first DTIYS, @glitternightingale's that taught me things though I ended up panicking.

August 26th

I do better for @waitingonavision's DTIYS!

September 6th

OBB BRUNO 💚

October 1rst

I begin my participation to Encantober, starting my hell between Encantober, my fic for the Encanto Big bang, and finishing my Halloween fic.

October 26th

@aetherdecember is so awesome she proofread my huge Halloween fic. So I gift her one fanart of one of her fics!

October 29th

@dazeddoodles post a fanart of Madrigal triplets as the Sanderson sister and inspire me to write a ficlet for Halloween with this topic.

November 24th

Happy anniversary Encanto!

In the end, I watched Encanto 39 times during this entire year!

#encanto #encanto anniversary #anniversary #summary #summary of my encanto year #encanto 1rst year #encanto first year

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans. ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did.

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman’s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it.

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact.

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

“Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot?

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it.

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~]

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit.

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over.

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!”

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence.

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.

#Very teasy #Teases #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Roman #Virgil is a brat and Roman is one as well #Ticklish!Virgil #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #Kanene's Fanfic #Kanene's Art #Kanene's fic #Brief self tickles #Feathers #blushy bois #Writing this kind of fic is very fun and sdfghertcvgbhn kind of silly as well #Virgil: Tickle me// Roman: Okay// Virgil: *NYOOOM*#I still don't know how to tag this dfghjsdfghdcf #I feel like my writing is a bit weird nowdays but yeah I'm still proud of this!

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maggielindemanns · 3 years

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tag nine people to learn about their interests!

TAGGING: @ijzerengels @calumthoodshands @redrattlers @thenervousduck @arzkiya-hai @kritiquer @lesbianearn @sondergf @embeddedinmybrain @vexedtonightmares @tsjernobyl @bandsanitizer @tarcyjonsson and anyone else that wants to! idk who did this or not, sorry if you already did it but you may of course ignore me.

aaaa also thank you @ottelu for the tag! love u bestie <3

MUSIC

fave genre: r&b and pop, for sure

fave artist: ariana grande, halsey, savannah ré, normani, alina baraz, kiana ledé, chloe moriondo, troye sivan, the neighbourhood, bastille, 5SOS (& luke hemmings solo !!!!!! my baby) — basically i love music, we been knew, i have so many faves i can’t pick one

fave song: rn it’s for sure ur best friend by kiana ledé ft kehlani or girl on tv by chloe moriondo

most listened to song lately: according to last.fm, it’s wild side by normani agskdhsk i do wish she released it without cardi tho i’ll die on this hill idc its fine i just skip her part

song currently stuck in your head: you right by doja cat actually and ur best friend i couldn’t stop singing those two at work

five fave lyrics (in no particular order, there’s too many i love omg)

“i know i’ll never meet your expectations / but the picture that you paint of me looks better in your mind” — high, 5SOS

“you don’t believe in one divine / but can you tell me you believe in mine? / ‘cause you’ve been my god, my god / and when you’re gone i’m godless, i’m godless” — godless, banks

“you’re the only one, you’re the only one / i’m so wrapped up in a daze / hoping this is just a phase / but when all is said and done / i know you are still the one” — the only one, the black keys

“i get lost inside all the stars in your eyes, it’s a galaxy / you control the tide like the moon in the sky, you’re the gravity” — more than enough, alina baraz

“standing there, you look at me / understanding everything / yeah, it’s so fascinating / you patch up the blood and the cuts / but our blood got mixed up / so i guess we belong to each other” — love song, yungblud

BOOKS

fave book genre: idk i prefer like YA novels and romance i guess but idc really, i just don’t like fantasy stuff like harry potter or . historical fiction?? i guess you could call it?? (tried to read pride and prejudice for leisure ……….. boring as fuck like holy shit) or science fiction like boring boring boring idc no offense to anyone that loves it of course

fave writer: don’t have one really

fave book: aaaaaa i don’t have one of these either !! the one that always comes to mind though is giovanni’s room, but i just love that book, it was brilliant

fave series: mmmm i don’t really like series but caro’s got me into reading trc so i guess that’ll be my fave series once i’m done!

comfort book: rwrb <3

fave book to read on a rainy day: giovanni’s room sgsjdhsj i literally reread it bc it has some of my fave lines ever

fave characters: adam parrish, blue sargent, ronan lynch, gansey but he on thin ice, ari and dante, aiden navarro, alex claremont-diaz, charlie and nick (actually . everyone in heartstopper except the characters that are a plague <3), and more that i cannot think of most likely

five fave book quotes: (again no particular order i love so many)

“My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.” || “The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.” — the picture of dorian gray, oscar wilde

“topography on the map of you, a world i’m still charting.” — red, white, and royal blue, casey mcquiston

“It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.” || “I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again.” || “And here my baby came indeed, through all that sunlight, his face flushed and his hair flying, his eyes, unbelievably, like morning stars.” || “And there’s something awful about being at the mercy of a stranger.” — giovanni’s room, james baldwin (ik i cheated so bad w this SHUSH)

“And then I think we all realized what fools we’d been. We might get out sometime, but she was locked up forever in that body.” — girl, interrupted, susanna kaysen

“You and I, we don’t walk the lines. We just follow the echoes.” || “My mother used to say, ‘Don’t throw compliments away, so long as they’re free.’” His face was very earnest. “That one wasn’t meant to cost you anything, Blue.” — the raven boys, maggie stiefvater

TV & MOVIES

fave tv/movie genres: coming of age, romance (ehhh to some degree), i like indie movies, idk same as books i dont like science fiction, historical stuff, or fantasy im boring okay

fave movie: dont have one tbh

comfort movie: speech and debate or easy a

movie you watch every year: dont have one

fave tv show: dear white people or skam + remakes, i like other ones tho like stranger things

comfort show: skamverse <3 not exactly an answer but mhm

most rewatched tv show: skamverse or dear white people OR THE FOSTERS …. dude …….. i used to watch that all day every day then they took it off netflix …. now it’s dance moms i play for background noise and watch on occasion

five favorite characters: lionel higgins, joelle brooks, olive penderghast, lucas lallemant, eleonora sava, fallon carrington, howie (speech and debate), connor walsh, annalise keating, wes gibbins, archie coleman, ellie chu, beth harmon, lara jean covey (yes here i am overlisting again i’m so sorry)

#tag game #this was long but i enjoyed i havent done one of these in a while so yeehaw #its also been in my drafts for days rip sorry i know i got tagged eons ago

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harrysgoldenline · 4 years

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it’s me again,, & i’m back with another request!! what about something really fluffy but passionate inspired by ‘what a feeling’? is one of my all time fav songs & i know you’ll be able to bring my idea to life

YAY HELLO WELCOME BACK!!! Did I get WAY to into this? Yes. So I really hope you like it and is something like what you had in mind :)

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What a Feeling

Harry couldn’t help but stare at her.

She truly had never looked more flawless, dancing with Sarah under the spotlights as her dress gleams and glitters. They were celebrating the success of Harry’s album, but all he wanted to talk about was her. So many people were coming up to him, congratulating him on his success, asking him about the album and upcoming tour... but somehow he would always bring the questions back around to her.

“Yeah, it’s been crazy.” He chuckles to a random man from the label who gave his congratulations, “been very busy... happy to have Y/N by my side, she always makes sure I get everything done. Keeps me sane, that one.”

“Well you two make a very cute couple.” He smiles, giving Harry a nod.

“Oh uhm, no.” He chuckles embarrassed, “she’s not- umm... we’re just friends.”

The man chuckled, muttering a ‘whatever you say’ before congratulating Harry on his success again, adding a ‘go get her’. This earned a bigger smile from Harry then any talk about a place on the charts or money earned, all he ever wanted was to be with her. At that moment, he shakes the mans hand and quickly heads over to her, his arms going tightly around her waist as he sneaks up behind her.

“Harry!” She squeals, quickly turning around and facing him, “you scared me!”

He would just laugh quietly to himself, moving her hair out of her face as he stared at her in awe. Eyes going up and down her frame and taking in her figure in the beautiful, custom made dress Harry had done for her, “you look so beautiful.” He whispers, and she could hardly hear it over the commotion, “that dress is... wow.”

She blushes, nervously rubbing her hands down her dress as she gets flustered just like he always manages, and makes her go red, it’s one of his favorite things about her, seeing how adorable she was when she was blushing.

“Thank you. You do too... well handsome umm I don’t know... you look great.” She would shyly ramble, crossing her arms together, “thank you again for taking me to this... feel terrible you spent so much on me and you hardly ever let me get us dinner.”

Harry laughed at this, “oh shush” he chuckles, grabbing her hands and spinning her quickly before pulling back to him, slowing begining to dance with her, “you’re glowing, darling.”

“Thank you” she blushes again, looking down at her feet and giggling, “Umm Harry, aren’t you supposed to be talking to people from the label right now?”

“I’ve talked enough.” He shrugs, looking around the space before stopping their dancing, grabbing her hand and heading to the balcony, “matter o’ fact, I just wanna be alone with my best friend.”

She laughs loudly, covering her mouth as she gets some looks from higher ups, giving them an apologetic smile as Harry and her disrupted his own event, trying to ignore the intense sting of hearing the words friend.

“You’re going to get in trouble.” She smirks, watching as she closes the doors behind them, leaving them alone if the balcony and leaving the big fancy party behind, the music still softly being heard in the background, “we should go back.”

“Do you want to?”

“...No”

“Then we stay.” He smirks, walking over to the railing of the balcony, taking in the sights of the city, Y/N soon coming up beside him, stealing a glance and looking up at him before back at the city, missing as he looks at her as soon as she looked away.

The two have been best friends for years. With Y/N being a bit younger, Harry really took her in and always wanted to make sure she was safe, happy and protected. They were practically inseparable, with her even helping write some tracks with him. They were both in love with each other, one being too afraid to admit due to his high status and feeling incomparable to his last relationships. Meanwhile, he was too afraid to tell her how he felt because to him, he wasn’t sure of anything going through her head. She was never good at sharing her feelings, even over the simple stuff. She was reserved, never talked about relationships or love, really.

“I’m glad you came.” He says, breaking the silence, “couldn’t imagine anybody else coming with me.”

“Oh cmon.” She laughed, nudging her body against his, “you can have anybody in the world here with you.”

“Don’t want just anybody... everybody needs somebody around.” He shrugs, “and you’re the closest person to me.”

He wanted to scream, ‘you’re my person’. How he wants to hold her as close as he could and never let go. Tell her looking into her eyes was better than looking up at the stars, more beauty in them then anything he’s ever seen.

He wanted to tell her that he chose her to come along with him because nobody made him happier, more confident. Nobody can come him down and lift him up at the same time as her, she made him feel like a king.

“You’re mine too.” She softly admits, looking up at him with a shy smile, her cheeks red as per usual and heart pounding the way it always is around him.

“Yeah?” He chuckles, “what about that bloke you were talking to? What’s his name again?” He inquired, making it seem like a joke but he can’t help but pry, wondering if he was too late, if he ran out of time and someone else took the girl because he spent too much time worrying.

“Oh my god stop” she laughs, covering her face instantly, elbows resting on the railing, “that’s so embarrassing.”

“Young love is nothing to be embarrassed about!” He exclaims, forcing a smile and a laugh, nudging her body with his own this time.

“It is when he literally tells you that all he wants to do with you is have sex.” She admits, voice going a bit flat, “sorry, now is not the time for this. I didn’t even really like him that much.”

“No no no.” He chuckles, shushing her rambling and grabbing her shoulders, looking down into her eyes, “you can tell me, I thought you really liked him? What do you mean he only wanted sex?”

“I mean he’s okay... but I knew the whole time I’m he’s not the one, just a distractio-... but anyway I knew he just wanted sex, when he looked at me when we were at dinner and said he only wants to have sex with me.” She chuckles, face turning red, “sorry, can we change the subject? This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.” He dismisses, “didn’t do a thing wrong. But why didn’t you tell me sooner!? Would have given that arse a piece of my mind.”

“Oh please, you’re such a a softy! You could never!” Y/N laughs, Harry’s favorite sound getting louder as she imagines it in her head, meanwhile Harry was rerunning her words through his head.

“What do you mean a distraction?”

Y/N feels as if all the air was knocked out of her as her already pounding heart feels as if it’s tripling in speed and she thanks god he can’t read minds. If he could, he would know she just talked to that guy to try and get over him. She looks up at him slowly, unable to decipher the intense look covering his face. A mix of concern, confusion and consideration.

“Just... you know.” She awkwardly chuckles, “been waiting for the right person too long, so I just needed something, but literally nothing happened so I guess going back to waiting.”

“Can we leave?” He asked suddenly, “I wanna get out of here, do you? We can go to the pizza place you love.”

“Harry...” she sighed, wanting to say a million time yes, “this is your party! Everyone here is to celebrate your success and we’re just gonna leave... I feel bad.”

“Oh hush I know you want to.” He smirks, giving her a wink as he offers her his arm, which she very happily takes, “let’s bust outta ‘ere” he laughs, nearly sprinting as she follows close behind him as he quite literally has them running out of the party and soon out on the street.

It was perfect, nobody on the streets as the late night was going to be turning into early morning in a matter of hours. It felt like they were the only two in the world.

Y/N kept her grip on Harry’s arms, which had both of them smiling to themselves as they walked to their favorite, 24-hour hole in the wall pizza joint.

As soon as the entered, they were both greeted by name, being regulars at this hour and having their order placed within minutes as they sat alone, the only two in the restaurant.

“This is amazing, you in that dress is even more beautiful in this pizza place than that work party.” He smiles at her, unable to keep the compliment in, “Dress looks even better in this light, I can see you better than those stupid dim lights.”

She was at a loss for words, wondering how much Harry had to drink that he was throwing so many in depth compliments at her, but she tried not to think about it too much, settling for a soft thank you before they sat in silence, taking in each other’s company.

“You two eating here or need a box?” One of the employees they have grown close to, Sammie, asks, smirking at the pair.

“To go?” Harry suggests, looking at Y/N, “I got Disney Plus downloaded so we can watch all those movies you love.”

“To go please!” Y/N instantly giggles, grabbing the boxes from Sammie and thanking them, as well as everyone else, giving thank yous and see you soons.

The two walked in silence back to Harry’s apartment, admiring the sky and sparkling starts around them.

Not long after, the pair were in the elevator, Harry entering a code and swiping a card to allow them go up to the top floor of the building, to his giant penthouse apartment. The doors soon opening and they head down the small hall before Harry unlocks the door, letting them in.

Harry sets down his keys and the two take off their shoes before heading over and plopping down on the couch as Harry opens the pizza box.

“Can i borrow something clothes?” Y/N shyly asked, “if I got anything on this dress, I think I’d die.”

“Of course, love.” He smiles, “I should probably change too. Cmon let’s find you something.”

She thanked him before quietly following him into his bedroom and then walk-in closet, although this one was huge, it had nothing on the ones he had in London and L.A.

“Pick whatever you want!” He smiles, opening up one of his pajama drawers, grabbing his own pair of sweats and a Fleetwood Mac T-shirt, “I’ll go change out there and you just come out whenever your ready, okay?”

“Mhmm.” She shyly smiles, almost wishing he would stay, “thank you again.”

“Of course, anytime bug.” He smirks, nudging her before walking out.

Her eyes were glued on him, still struck by how easily he goes manages to make her heart and mind race. She ends up picking a giant Pink Floyd shirt, looking at the door and seeing it was shut before sliding off her dress, folding it neatly before slipping on Harry’s shirt. It fell to mid-thigh, and with her wearing spanx shorts underneath, she hoped it wouldn’t make him uncomfortable when she came out in just that.

She slides out the door, her dress in hand as she was going to set it on the chair in his living room, making sure she won’t forget it, but instead she was met with something else.

“Oh my god, sorry- I’ll uhm. Sorry.” She rushes after finding Harry pulling his sweatpants up, full legs in view and bare chest showing.

“You’re fine, Y/N!” He laughs, pulling them up the rest of the way, leaving the shirt behind as he started heading to the living room, her starting to follow close behind, “what’s got you so jumpy today?”

“I don’t know, guess the party.” She lies, “didnt wanna mess anything up for you in front of those hot shot label people.”

How was she supposed to tell him that all she wanted was to just be beside? Have him hold her in his arms and never let go? And with him loading on the compliments tonight, as well as him walking around without a shirt, didn’t really help the whole ‘getting over him because it’s never going to happen’ thing. She was always too late, ran out of time and he was with someone else. But there was no way out.

“Oh, please, we all know I’m the hot shot.” He laughs and she giggles rolling her eyes, “everyone loves you, how could they not?”

“Well what’s with you tonight then?” She laughs, speaking without thinking, “what’s with you, I don’t know... loving all up on me tonight?”

“Come on, I always love up on you.” He smirks, taking a bite of his pizza, “anything wrong with that?”

“No, just curious.” She blushed, coming and sitting next to him, grabbing a slice, “just seemed to be a little extra tonight.”

“Well, you look beautiful.” He shrugged, “you always do, but I don’t know what it is about tonight but... I don’t know, you just looked really pretty in that dress and you still look just as beautiful in my shirt.”

“Thank you.” She squeaked, the tension between them growing as it feels like all of the air in the room ran out, their minds running wild as it seems like they are both thinking the same thing.

They both stared at each other in silence, practically begging the other person to just say it.

“Y/N-“

“Harry-“

They both spoke in unison giggling to themselves, before them both nodding, signaling the other to go.

Harry stands, wiping his hands on sweats before reaching his hand out to her, which she takes without a word, following him out to the terrace.

They both end up side by side, holding onto the edge of the terrace, looking up at the stars and once again they felt like the only ones in the world.

“I used to come up here all the time...” Harry started, still looking up at the stars, “whether I needed to think, write or just breathe... I would come here and look up at the stars. But now... I look at you. You have stars in your eyes, Y/N, more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.”

She was frozen, feeling him shift his body and face her, a soft ring covered hand coming up to her face and moving it to look at him, “I... I just always need you around, always need you close.” He started, thumb running over his cheek, “I wanna be with you... and I think I know now that you wanna be with me.”

“I-I do.” She squeaks and instantly a huge smile covers Harry’s face. She turns her body and lifts a shaky hand, placing it on his arm

holding onto it like she has many times before, but this time it feels so different.

“What’s holding you back then?” He whispers, tucking a hair behind her ear, “what are you so afraid of it’s got you chained down?”

“I don’t know.” She whispers, tears welling up in her eyes, feeling extremely overwhelmed at the news that her best friend that she’s always wanted, wants her to, “You’re so important to me, I can’t lose you. It was horrible seeing you with someone else but I can’t imagine the pain of not having you at all.”

He shakes his head quickly, “never.” He whispers, “I’ve wanted you for so long, just didn’t think you wanted me so I had to try and get over you... never worked.” He chuckles.

He pulls her body tight against his, arms circling around her waist as hers go up around his neck, the two rocking back and forth, slow dancing on the terrace.

“What a feeling, huh?” He smirks, and she looks up at him as his hands soothingly rub at her back, “just you in my arms...not too close right?”

“Not too close, never.” she whispered, pulling him closer, resting against her face against his warm chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and she giggles to herself, “can you feel mine too?”

“A bit, yeah.” He chuckles, “you drive my crazy, you know that? I just wanna be here forever... you in my shirt, in my arms... but something missing tonight, yeah?”

“What?”

“You’re not mine.” He instantly says, “do you wanna be?”

She nods quickly, putting his hands up into his hair as she rushes out, “yes please, always wanted to be.” She breathes, “please... please kiss me.”

Harry smirks, not saying a word as he leans in gripping her waist as his lips gently meet hers and they both mold into one another as the moment they both have dreamed of is finally happening. His lips start moving faster, rougher and he still holds her softly, the contrast making her heart melt and mind race.

Her hands tug on his hair as his grips the extra material of shirt, squeezing her hips and a soft whimper leaves her lips, causing him to pull back.

“We should... do you wanna, I don’t know.” He chuckles, breathing heavy, “I wanna go at your pace, love.”

She nodded, kissing his jaw softly before whispering, “can we go inside, please?”

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sharkinlovewithadolphin · 3 years

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tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by @sofiawylics - thank you! <3

MUSIC

fave genre? i don’t have any, but i usually do prefer pop

fave artist? Hayley Kiyoko, Hozier, Bleachers, the 1975s, Måneskin, Lil Nas X, Years & Years, Greyson Chance, and many, many more. fave song? none

most listened song recently? uhhh idk

song currently stuck in your head? “i ate you up the day we first spoke/love bites so deep, we got tiger teeth” (Walk The Moon - Tiger Teeth)

5 fave lyrics? The first that came to mind were: 1) “Like context in a modern debate, I just took it out.“ + “And I was 25 and afraid to go outside; A millennial that baby-boomers like.“ (The 1975 - Give Yourself A Try) 2) “We didn't start the fire; No, we didn't light it; But we tried to fight it.” (Billy Joel - We Didn’t Start The Fire) 3) “When my time comes; Forget the wrong that I've done; Help me leave behind some; Reasons to be missed.” (Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest) 4) “Because you cut me wide open; Left teardrops on all my white roses.” (Greyson Chance - White Roses) 5) “Remember me, love, when I'm reborn; As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.“ (Hozier - Shrike) + “[...] So you know good things are happening; When the jackboot needs to jump.” (Hozier - Jackboot Jump)

BOOKS

fav book genre? YA, apocalypse vibes and fantasy

fav writer? Benjamin Alire Saenz

fav book? Ari and Dante, TPOBAW, Dead Poets Society

fav book series? Simonverse (Simon vs + Leah on The Offbeat)

comfort book? Ari and Dante

perfect book to read on a rainy day? hmmmm. idk

fave characters? hmmm... *suddenly forgets every character* let’s go with: Seth and Alice (Twilight), Dante (Ari and Dante), Nile (TOG comics)

5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart? 1) “The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.” (Ari and Dante) + "I love swimming and you." [...] “Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most.” (Ari and Dante) ((gives me mad RH vibes)) 2) “We accept the love we think we deserve.” (TPOBAW) 3) “[...] That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” (Dead Poets Society) 4) “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” (The Song of Achilles) 5) “Someone will remember us I say; Even in another time.” (If Not, Winter)

TV AND MOVIES (I won’t be counting anime and general animation into this, otherwise it would be far too long)

fave tv/movie genre? none

fave movie? The Old Guard, Deadpool 2, Love Simon, Venom, The Way He Looks, Fear Street, etc.

comfort movie? The Old Guard, Twilight, The Half Of It, DP 2, MIB, Detective Pikachu, etc.

movie you watch every year? Twilight, DP2, Venom, Mean Girls, The Grinch, Home Alone, etc.

fave tv show? uuuuuhhh right now it’s Andi Mack, Hannibal, Killing Eve, JATP, Gentleman Jack, Haunting of Bly Manor, Young Royals, etc.

comfort tv show? Andi Mack, JATP, Atypical

most rewatched tv show? I have no idea, but the quickest show I ever rewatched was JATP, which I rewatched the next day after finishing the last EP lol, and the recent one I rewatched was Young Royals

ultimate otp? Tyrus and Joe x Nicky of these, i think

5 fave characters? Deadpool/Wade Wilson, Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Bella Swan, Cyrus Goodman, Casey Gardner

tv shows or movie | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online Tagging: @dandelionmeadow @nenufair @hamykia @alona-marinelli @died-by-the-scimitar @elena-of-time @mehawiyu @milkymickeyway @spacewitchqueen

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ebthecelebrity · 3 years

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Tequila Sunrise

“Girl, just get on one of those dating apps and find you a boo,” said Kia.

Destiny sighs and sucks her teeth. “I guess I have gotten to this point to do so. I really did not want to go this route Kia!” Destiny replied.

“How else are you going to meet anyone? I say give it a try. I’ve heard there’s some good men on those apps,” Kia said.

“Which one should I download?”

“Um..someone told me ConnectedBLK was good. Gone head and meet you your tall, dark and handsome,” Kia answered jokingly.

“I’ll think about it,” Destiny replied un-enthusiastically.

“Lawd, you are going to be single forever with this attitude,” Kia replied.

Single Forever. That statement made Destiny’s heart race with anxiety. She was a 38 year old single mother who hadn’t been on a date in two years. The thought of meeting someone new was not an easy task for her. All she would ever do is fall in love like a hopeless romantic, only to get her heart broken. It’s happened too many times to count and too many times her heart could bear. The last relationship resulted in her seeking counseling. His name was Raheem, blessed with a gift for charm and a big dick. He was a manipulator who continuously cheated with no remorse. Whenever he got caught, he begged for her forgiveness on hands and knees; only to cheat again within months of reconciliation. Dating sucked but being lonely topped the cake.

“Kia, let me call you back. I’m about to start dinner for Jacob,” Destiny said.

“Alright girl, and don’t forget to downlo..”

Destiny hung up on Kia before she could even get it out. She knew that her friends were tired of seeing her sulk in depression, but she just didn't know if she could fathom another no good man who would talk the panties off her, sex her lies, and have her 13 year old son witness his mother’s downfall all over again. She was damaged goods.

Later that night, Destiny poured a glass of wine and sat on the couch. She turned to Lifetime where she started tuning into a movie that had already started. A very attractive couple was tonguing each other down against a wall in full blown lust. She sighed heavily and looked at her cell phone that was laid on the table. She picked it up and went to her text messages. The last text she received was from her Mom 6 hours ago, asking her what size her son wore.

She shook her head. “Damn, my phone is dry as hell. Is this really my life right now?” Destiny asked herself.

There was not a “Have a good night”, “I miss you”, or “I want to see you” text message in sight. She opened up her app store and searched “Dating Apps”. Upon scrolling, she found ConnectedBLK that Kia suggested. She proceeded to create a profile, contemplating using her real name and picture, but she did not want to get catfished herself. Instead, she let her guard down and was truthful. After 20 minutes of setting up a bio and uploading a sexy picture, she hit “complete” and closed out of the app. It was official, she was back on the dating scene.

Two days later, Destiny was typing at her desk at work. Her phone lit up with a notification. It was from the dating app. It read, “You have a connection.” Her heart fluttered with both anticipation and fear. She opened her phone up to see a handsome, professional looking man in the profile pic. She had swiped right on him yesterday. His name was Lenny. His pics were very stunning; Clean cut gentleman like. He mentioned in his bio that he had a young daughter and had attended a HBCU.

“A Capricorn….” she said to herself while studying his profile. She sat and read his profile again, stunned that someone actually had interest in her. A notification alerted her again. She opened it up and read….

“Hey Beautiful, it’s nice to connect with you,” he wrote.

Destiny’s heart fluttered and she smiled. Could this really be the one? Was Kia right after all? He sure did look like her Prince Charming.

“Hi Lenny, nice to meet you,” she wrote back.

She put down her phone and tried to get back to the email she was previously typing up, but she couldn’t concentrate. Within 5 minutes, she prematurely thought of marrying this man and having his babies. She shook her head to get refocused. She got another notification.

“Let’s go out for a drink tonight if you’re not busy,” Lenny wrote.

Destiny closed out the app and texted Kia.

“I got a date! You’re on auntie duty.”

Later that night…….

Destiny examined herself in the mirror. Her makeup was on point and her butt looked great in her high waisted jeans. She wore a crop top and big gold earrings to compliment them. She was able to get her son to Kia to babysit for the night at the last minute for her date with Lenny. He wanted to meet her uptown at “The Zoo”, a popular bar.

She arrived there just at 9pm sharp to see Lenny waiting for her at the front entrance. He was fine and early. He embraced her with a warm hug.

“I didn’t think you would meet me last minute, but I’m glad you did,” he said, admiring her.

“No problem,” Destiny replied with a smile.

His smell was intoxicating, like warm vanilla and cedarwood. He was clean cut from his hair cut to his fingernails. He wore a crispy white collar shirt and denim jeans, with a perfect smile to compliment the outfit.

“You look beautiful,” he said smiling.

“Thank you,” Destiny replied with a blush.

He moved out of the way for her to walk inside. “Ladies first,” he said.

They found seats at the bar. She could feel his eyes burning in admiration of her slim waist down to her pretty pink toes.

“What are you drinking tonight Miss Lady?” He asked.

“Um...I’ll take a Tequila Sunrise.”

“Top Shelf?” He insisted.

Destiny was taken back. She was impressed by his manners and his exquisite taste. “Yeah sure.” Destiny replied.

He flagged down a petite, light skinned bartender. “Excuse me. We’ll take two Tequila Sunrises, top shelf please,” he ordered. He put a visa card down and said, “I’ll start a tab as well.”

Once the drinks were ordered, he brought his glass up towards Destiny.

“Cheers to a memorable night,” he said.

Destiny hits her glass on his. “Cheers,” she replied seductively looking into his big, puppy dog eyes.

2 drinks later…..

Destiny was feeling more relaxed and a bit tipsy. “So I asked, do you really think black women have a chip on their shoulder all the time? I mean, what he was saying was so one-sided,” Destiny said enthusiastically.

“I can’t believe that man. Black women are Goddesses. You all have been through enough, it’s not a man’s place to cause more stress,” Lenny replied.

“Right!” Destiny paused for a minute. She admired his face and she suddenly felt a hot flash all over her body. She was flustered. His whole personality had her hot.

“What’s the matter?” Lenny asked while lightly touching her thigh. The touch sent a sensation straight to her vagina. She hadn’t been touched in so long. She closed her eyes for a quick 10 seconds and looked down to the ground. She couldn’t believe this was even happening.

“Uh...nothing’s wrong Lenny. It’s just….you’re so…..”

Lenny lifted up her chin towards him and kissed her lips. It felt like they were the only two people in the bar. She no longer heard the music, only her heart beating so fast and strong through her chest.

“I’m so what?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“You are just perfect.” Destiny chuckled a little. “It’s hard to believe that you are single,” she replied.

Lenny takes a deep sigh. “Yeah well, I’m picky. I want to make sure that the woman I date next is my future wife.”

“Well we are definitely on the same page,” replied Destiny.

Lenny looks down at her drink. “Another one?”

“Uhhhh…” Destiny was already feeling tipsy and knew she had to pick up her son in a few and work in the morning. She wasn’t a spring chicken anymore and knew another drink would cause a “sunshades and advil” type of morning the next day. Before she could answer him, he called on the bartender.

“Excuse me, she’ll take another Tequila Sunrise,” he said.

Destiny wasn’t 100% sure if that was a good move for her, but she figured she’d drink it and be done for the rest of the evening. The bartender was in the middle of making a big drink order for a group of people at the bar already. She nodded her head to acknowledge the order. Destiny figured she could make a quick run to the bathroom to freshen up and possibly splash a little water on her face to cool off before the drink was made.

“I’m headed to the bathroom real quick.”

Lenny licked his lips and stared at hers. “Take your time beautiful,” he replied.

Destiny got down from the high barstool and carefully made her way to the ladies room. She looked back and caught Lenny watching her backside as she walked away. She turned around and smirked. She made sure to give him a show and switched her hips to the beat of the music loudly playing.

When she came back to Lenny, he already had her drink waiting on her with a napkin underneath. She looked at his drink and saw that he barely touched the second one.

“I see you are babysitting,” she said jokingly.

He chuckled. “Nah, I have been just admiring you all night. Been too busy staring at those luscious lips.”

Destiny blushed and looked at her drink again.

“I won’t keep you out long Love. I know it’s a weekday,” he said reassuringly.

Destiny nodded her head and took a sip.

30 minutes later, Destiny was starting to feel the effects of drinking too much. She was half way finished with her drink. “Whew! I feel so good,” she said with a laugh and her body swayed.

“Do you now?” Lenny asked in amusement.

“Yes, I should have not gotten this tipsy on the first date Lenny. I am sorry. I don’t normally drink alcohol. I’m a wine type of chick.”

“It’s all good. Let me walk you to your car then,” he said.

Destiny grabbed her purse and suddenly the room started spinning. She sat there on the bar stool for a second to gain her composure. Lenny got down and grabbed her hand. It felt like her legs were rubber bands and she couldn't feel her face. He basically held her up to walk out of the bar. A man standing outside yelled at them.

“Aye, is she ok bruh?!” He asked concerned.

Lenny kept walking with Destiny’s arm on his shoulder. “Yeah man, she just drank too much tonight.”

“I hope she’s not driving,” the man said sternly.

Lenny walked them both to his car. “No, we drove together man, thanks.”

They arrived at his shiny black BMW in the gravel parking lot of the bar. Destiny could hear the conversation between Lenny and the random man outside but couldn’t respond much. She felt horrible, almost like she could collapse right there outside of the car. Lenny opened up his passenger door where she plopped down on his leather seat. He got inside and monitored her a bit.

“You shouldn’t drive sweetie. I’m going to take you back to my place so you can sleep this off.”

Destiny mumbled “ok” and closed her eyes. That was the last thing she remembered.

3:48 am…….

Destiny awoke to a sore vagina and naked in a dark room. She jumped up and gasped in shock. She turned to her left and Lenny was asleep next to her.

“OMG!” She yelled startling Lenny to wake up beside her.

He slowly put his arm around her lower waist and kissed her back. He then attempted to penetrate her again from the side. Destiny jumped up out of the bed in the still dark room.

“Where are my clothes?” She demanded with a shaky voice. Lenny was still laying in bed calmly.

“Relax,” he said.

Destiny asked again, this time raising her voice. “Where are my clothes!!”

Lenny sat up in bed and cut on a lamp sitting on his nightstand. He looked at her in disgust.

“What’s your problem?”

Destiny didn’t answer. She spotted her entire outfit in a pile on the floor in front of the bed and proceeded to put them on.

“You wanted to come over to sleep off your drunkenness and that’s what you did after we had sex,” he said reassuringly.

“I did not want to have sex with you like this Lenny and you know it. Something doesn’t feel right about this,” she replied back while searching for her phone.

“You wanted to sleep with me, don’t front,” he said.

Destiny looked at him in disgust. The Prince Charming that she connected with at the bar was no longer present, it was a mask he wore. He never had her best interest at hand. He had an agenda, and he conquered it and in return destroyed her. She glanced around his room. It was well kept, like the energy he gave off. High end furniture and expensive art graced his bedroom. His King sized bed was fitted in Egyptian sheets and quality throw pillows. She knew he was a powerful man, one who had a corporate job, a fancy car, and an immaculate house, but what he didn’t have was true authenticity, so he had to drug her. His ego wouldn’t allow him to watch her get in her car and go home after their date. His eagerness to have her most prized possession made him disregard the classy, respectable Queen she was. She felt defeated, dirty, and powerless. His abuse changed her forever, with an eternity of regret and anger to follow.

Lenny got out of bed and walked naked and confidently to the bathroom as if he were a Lion in the jungle who just caught his prey. “I’ll call you a Lyft,” he said nonchalantly.

This story is dedicated to all of the victims of Bill Cosby, who had to watch their predator be released from prison on drug facilitated sexual assault, rape and sexual battery. This is also dedicated to all those who are victims of anyone who has taken your prized possession from you. Noone deserves to be raped, sexually assaulted, abused, molested, and/or inappropriately touched in any manner. The stigma of powerful people being the abuser and this being ok is sickening. I pray all victims find healing and strength, one day at a time, we can change this narrative.

#daterape #billcosby #sexualassault #rape #tequila #dating #women #blackwriters

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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A - Appearance.

What are you wearing? I have a gray turtleneck and brown shorts at the moment.

What are on your feet right now? I never wear anything for my feet when I’m at home.

What color are your fingernails? I say this a lot on surveys but mine are never painted. Nothing against them, I’ve just never felt the need to spend on something like my nails.

What does your hair look like right now? I have apple hair at the moment to temporarily get rid of my bangs, which I am more than sick of at this point.

B - Best Friend

Who is your best friend? Angela and Andi.

What was the last thing you two did together? The last time I saw Angela we went to the BTS pop-up store. I haven’t seen Andi since January, but when we hung out that evening we just had Korean barbecue and we also parked somewhere in UP to just talk about life in my car. My breakup had been fresh at the time and back then I just needed someone to whom I could vent.

What is (s)he doing right now? I’m sure Andi’s doing something with Leigh, maybe having a video call or something since I think they tend to have one every evening. I’m not sure what Angela’s up to but considering her replies have been a bit slow tonight, I guess she’s somewhat busy at home.

Are you talking to her/him online right now? Angela just replied to something I sent her around 15 minutes ago but the exchange wasn’t meant to be a full-blown conversation, if that’s what you mean.

C - Crush.

Who is (s)he? Eh, I don’t have a crush these days; too obsessed with work to figure out what I find attractive lmaooooo. I do have a main celebrity crush and I might just cite them instead so that I can at least fill this section out.

What does (s)he look like? Curly hair; mismatched eyes; moles underneath his right eye, on his nose, and on his lower lip, and the widest smile I’ve seen on any person.

What was the last thing you two talked about? He’s a celebrity crush...

Does (s)he make you smile? Yes.

D - Dad

What’s your dad’s name? Edgardo.

What does he do for a living? He’s an executive chef for a luxury liner company. He hasn’t worked in a year and a half due to the pandemic and has stayed in the country this whole time, but we’ve *very* recently been informed that he can go back abroad in around two weeks! Of course it will suck letting go of him again after having him back for such a long time, but I’m just glad the family can finally be on track again, financially speaking. It had been something I’ve been worrying silently about.

What was the last thing you two did together? Had dinner last night, but we did that with the whole family too. We don’t really do things that’s just the two of us.

Do you get along better with him than your mother? Yes.

E - Ebay.

Have you ever bought anything from ebay? No. I’m not sure we have eBay here anyway.

Do you just shop around when you’re online? I don’t really shop ‘around.’ I usually have an idea of what I want to get myself, and it’s just a matter of finding the right shop from which to buy.

Do you know anybody who is addicted to it? I know a couple of co-workers who love shopping, like Gabi.

Have you ever sold anything on it? I’ve never tried selling, but I’m actually in the middle of doing something for the very first time – I’ve decided to get into trading! I got my BTS Butter album yesterday but didn’t get to pull the photocard I was vying for – the pull I got, though, was of the most popular member, which means it would be a very easy trade. I put the trade offer up the other day and I finally got a match yesterday.

F - Facebook.

When was the last time you logged on? Like five minutes ago. I constantly check it.

How many friends do you have? Just checked and it says I have 686. I wanna get rid like half of them though.

Do you hate when your facebook chat messes up? Hmm, that doesn’t really happen.

Who was the last person to leave you a wall post? Angela.

G - Google.

Do you Google everything? Yeah, I think I look up a random item or phrase at least once a day. Doesn’t hurt to learn a new thing each day. :)

What was the last thing you Googled? The K-Pop group g.o.d., since my teacher mentioned them in our Korean lessons earlier.

Would you ever trade Google in for Bing? No, I haven’t used Bing in like 12 years.

What do you Google the most? Synonyms, I think, since I’m constantly writing for work.

H - Hair.

Do you like your hair? It’s a love-hate relationship most days because I hate how thick and frizzy it can be...but I recently had mine trimmed all the way up to my neck and for some reason it’s taken on a wavy form, which I didn’t expect to come out at all. And I’ve found that it actually suits me quite a bit, so I’m enjoying my hair for now.

What color is your hair? Black.

What does it look like right now? Slightly damp since I took a shower not too long ago.

What kind of shampoo for you use? Just a normal Dove one.

I - Ibuprofen

When was the last time you took ibuprofen? I don’t think I’ve ever taken it? I usually take paracetamol...idrk the difference either. Do you rely on it for everything (cramps, headache)? I only ever take medicine for headaches/migraines.

Are you so thankful people made it? I mean sure, I’m glad there are those who have been able to create products that can instantly relieve pain or discomfort, but I’m not obsessively grateful.

Do you have any right now? I don’t think we have any.

J - Jobs.

Do you need a job? Nah, I already have one.

Where do you work? Media/PR industry.

Where would you work? I wouldn’t change jobs/industries. This is where I wanted to end up in, and I’m really really glad and fortunate to have landed here on my first shot, right out of college, and during a pendemic.

How much money would you like to get paid? An additional P5k (~$100) would probably be more satisfying, but considering my parents aren’t the traditional Filipino parents who suck 100% of my earnings right out of me the second payday comes, I’m able to enjoy a substantial chunk of money to myself, give them a portion of my earnings, and still be able to save.

K - Kissing.

Who was the last person you kissed? That would be my ex.

Will you next kiss be a mistake? I have no idea when that would be and with whom it will be shared, so I won’t be able to give you a definite answer.

Do you kiss someone everyday? Other than my dogs, nah.

Who was your first kiss? The aforementioned ex.

L - Love.

Who do you love the most in your life? My best friends. I’m also doing a whole lot better in the self-love department these days, so that too :)

Have you ever been in love before? Yeah.

Does it make you so happy when you feel the feeling of love? Sure. It feels light and comfortable, especially when it’s shared.

Why is this word so hard to describe? Because everyone feels love differently. < There we go.

M - Mom.

What is your mom’s name? Abigail.

What is she doing right now? She was watching The Good Doctor the last time I checked on her like five minutes ago. It’s her latest obsession.

Where does she work? She works in the food and beverage department of a 5-star hotel in the city.

Do you two shop together a lot? I rarely do my shopping with either of my parents.

N - Netflix.

Do you have Netflix? Technically, I guess. My dad pays for it and we have a family account.

If not, what movies would you order? I don’t think I’ve ever ordered a movie before. Before streaming on Netflix, I just used to get illegal torrents lol.

Do you rent a lot of movies? I’ve never rented a movie. Was too young for it, I think.

Do you have the tool where it just downloads to your tv? No.

O - Ohio.

Is this the state in which you live in? I don’t even live in the US. Never been there either. < Same.

Is Ohio State your favorite football team? I don’t like football.

Did you know Ohio Is For Lovers? I’m not familiar.

Have you ever been to Ohio? See first answer in this section.

Q - Quitting.

What was the last thing you quit doing? Practicing on Duolingo. I had an extremely short period of using the app again a couple of months ago, but I lasted all of two days hahaha I had been trying to get back on learning Korean, but I enrolled in official lessons not long after that anyway so it didn’t make sense to continue the stages in the app.

Do you need to quit talking to someone right now? Nope. The people I’m talking to right now in between this survey are all welcome conversations.

Would you ever quit school? That wasn’t an option for me and I never would’ve done it anyway.

Don’t you think quitting is stupid? No. Sometimes it can be the strongest thing you can do for yourself.

R - Reading.

What was the last book you read? Does my Korean lesson textbook count hahaha...if not, I haven’t really read anything in years.

Do you own a lot of books? I do, but they are all books from my childhood and teenage years. It’s been a while since I last updated my bookshelf.

Do you have a library card? No, haven’t had one since Grade 1.

Have you ever read a book that changed your life? Without Seeing the Dawn was pretty influential to me, but I dunno about ‘life-changing.’ I need to read more to find the book that would have that effect on me.

S - Safety.

Do you always wear your seat belt? I do these days. I didn’t really practice it when I used to drive to school, whoops. Always forgot to do it.

When riding a four-wheeler do you wear a helmet? I rarely get to do that.

Did you ever wear knee pads and a helmet when riding your bike? Nah. I can’t ride a bike either. Do you always think safety first? In COVID terms, yeah. I have a face mask and shield on as soon as I find myself outdoors.

T - Talk

Who was the last person you talked to? Reena. Who are you talking to right now? Nobody. It’s just me, this survey, and some music in the background.

Who did you last talk to before you went to bed last night? Angela and Reena, if I’m not mistaken.

Do you need to talk to anybody right now? No, I’m good.

U - US ARMY

Do you support it? I don’t know enough about it to have a bold opinion, considering I’m not even from the US and it’s been a while since their army has had any strong contact with my country.

Do you know anybody who is in the army right now? I think one of Angela’s uncles has a high position in our national army.

Don’t you ever wonder why their camo doesn’t match anything? Not really.

Would you ever go to the army? No.

V - Virgin.

Are you a virgin? Nope.

When did you lose your virginity? I was 18.

Do you wish you would’ve waited? Nah, it felt right when I did it the first time; and I maintain that stance now even though I’m no longer with that person.

Do you think you could have stayed a virgin until marriage? I could. Sex isn’t a big deal to me.

W - What.

What are you doing right now besides this survey? I’m also listening to mono. and taking bites from my doughnut every now and then.

What are you craving? Spicy tuna salad, but it can wait. Andi got me my favorite truffle baked macaroni because it’s CM Punk day today :D :D and that’s able to satisfy my savory cravings for now.

What do you need to buy? Shelves.

Why are you taking my survey? I’ve mentioned this before but I like categorized/themed surveys, so alphabetical ones are always fun for me.

X -Xanax

Do you know anybody who is addicted to Xanax? I don’t think so.

Have you ever taken it before? No.

Do you even know what it is? No, actually.

Have you ever suffered from anxiety or depression? I’m sure I have.

Y - Yourself.

Name. Robyn.

Age. 23.

Do you smile a lot? Sure, I’d say that’s common these days.

Z - Zebra.

Are you addicted to zebra striped? Not really.

Do you own anything zebra striped? Nah. I have some stuff that come in black and white stripes, but not zebra print. Is anything on any of your websites zebra striped? No.

#survey #surveys

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1, 7, 9, 12, 16

Thanks!!! :D I’ll also put the rest under a cut because one just does not simply write short texts.

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DIE ÄRZTE ASK GAME (click to the ask game!):

1. Wie & wann bist du auf DÄ gekommen?

It was in April 2009. My dad was on a German course and the book had “Männer sind Schweine”. The teacher (who was also later my German teacher!) liked dä so she played the song to them and my dad who’s very much into music, liked what he heard and at home of course searched for more. He then asked me (and my siblings) to come downstairs to his room because he wanted to showe us something - and it was the music video of Junge because he found it hilarious and the music really great.

At first I wasn’t sure what to think but said I could try listening to them, so then my dad started downloading and bringing me music on USB sticks all day every day until he got everything downloaded, and I just added stuff to my mp3 player whenever I got more songs. I did not speak German at all so at first I was pronouncing the name very much incorrectly (you know, “die” as in English), and sometimes I kinda miss it how I just saw a bunch of gibberish on my mp3 player screen. I still remember being in a work training at a horse stable and shoveling hay to a wheelbarrow, and my strongest memory is about the album Geräusch and I will always associate Anti-Zombie with this one horse box I was cleaning and it’s possible that I got obsessed with this album so that I started the day with it and was always cleaning the horse boxes in the same order. But I only remember Anti-Zombie and how I just suddenly realized that this song is one of the best I have EVER heard. (It still is! And Geräusch was my favorite album for a very long time and it’s still my favorite 2000s album.)

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7. Lieblings-Bandmitglied?

I don’t really have a favorite? Like, musically I like Farin’s songs the most but some of my ultimate favorite songs come from Rod, too, like Anti-Zombie, T-Error, Geisterhaus (I think the best Rod songs are on Geräusch and those are some of the best dä songs overall as well), Mondo Bondage, Morgens Pauken, Sohn der Leere, Bang Bang (Instrumental)... I bet there’s also great 90s songs but I just forgot about everything again. Anyhow, I’ve never been that much into Bela’s songs. He has many really great ones too, but usually my favorite Bela songs are those that Rod has written with him. Which also explains why I’ve never been that fond of Bela’s solo music (I own the first two albums) and why I like FU/FURT the most from these two. I can’t say anything about Rod’s solo stuff or other bands as I have never listened to those, but I’m very much into movie scores and kinda interested in hearing what his movie scores sound like but I’m lazy and have memory issues and motivation issues so I don’t know more than that. (But I wish he did more songs for dä, I miss the times when he still had more than just 1-2 songs on an album. Although, I never witnessed the release of those albums but still :D)

But if this question is about them as people, then I guess it’s Bela and because I’ve just always been so amazed by his open-mindedness, you know? Like, he seems so genuine and caring and that he has had his feet on the ground at all times? (Or if he didn’t when he was younger, then he has learnt from that and can see that now, at least from what I have read from the books.) A while back I had an ask (to an ask game) on my mainblog, to choose between Bela and Farin and that post got a bit longer and you can find a deeper answer to this from that one. But let’s just say I tend to get super protective over Bela if anyone dares to claim he hasn’t always been as open-minded as what he now seems to be :D

Farin is way too similar to me and even tho he’s very relatable, especially what comes to the sense of humour, I still don’t agree on everything he says or does. And too much is too much. About Rod I don’t know enough because he doesn’t speak much and when he does, I usually don’t understand what he says because he (and Bela) is sometimes really bad at articulating and as a German learner it’s very difficult to make sense of anything he (or they) say sometimes. AN ex-friend once claimed I don’t know anything about Rod because I simply just don’t care about him and like..... no??? Also I don’t control it what my brain finds interesting, but I swear that one day I’m gonna read both dä books from cover to cover and I’m not gonna skip anything and then I’ll know more about Rod too.

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9. Ein Lied, mit dem du viel verbindest?

“Allein”, definitely. Do you know that feeling when you listen to music, an album or song you have listened to so many times before, and then suddenly something just... hits and you hear a song the way you have never heard it before and you’re overwhelmed and mindblown? Yeah, that’s what happened to me with Allein. I don’t remember the exact year when that happened but I remember I was sitting in my car at a grocery store’s parking lot, listening to music and waiting for someone from my family to come out of the store.

Wait I actually found a post from my old Finnish blog from April 2010 about this song and the moment when it hit me!!! The post says the song became my favorite from Jazz ist anders! when I heard it for the first time, and this moment^ was the first time I read it lyrics and the first time ever I felt that lyrics also meant something to me. I was not able to translate anything myself yet but I found the song with English subtitles form youtube (now deleted) and that’s how I understood the story in the song.

So, I was almost 19 and relating to “Allein” a lot. Now it’s almost 11 years later and I’m (still) 29 and I STILL relate to this song so much and now also to the career part because I literally have been working with horses for over 10 years and have been studying them and I’m not sure why and now I don’t know if I even want to do this for the rest of my life or not. Idk, maybe it’s a bit sad too that for the past 10 years I have related to this song this much when it’s about loneliness... but it just doesn’t seem to end, idk if it will ever end, to be honest.

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12. Findest du die Musik von vor oder nach der Reunion besser?

I would say the music after the reunion, but I’m also really fond of their 80s music, especially the self-titled album. I was lucky enough to find the original -86 release on vinyl, in perfect condition even, and you don’t understand how much that record means to me. I hate the song Geschwisterliebe and I will always skip that (especially now as I am able to follow lyrics from audio somewhat) but I still refuse to own a version of the album without that song. So that record really is very dear to my and my treasure and I sometimes take it out just to look at it and to be happy about the fact it’s MINE.

But anyway, to answer this question, I think I have to answer that I like the post-reunion music more because the 90s is my favorite dä time of all times. Planet Punk is still my fave dä album EVER, 13 is also a favorite, and I love Die Bestie, and all the interview and live and other video material from the 90s is also something I never get tired of watching. Maybe it’s because I was born in 1991 and 90s was my childhood so it feels familiar and safe? I don’t know. But I tend to be drawn to 90s music with all bands I like and if those bands have had a 90s phase. I guess there’s something about the 90s punk rock that I just like that also dä has.

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16. Was macht Die Ärzte besonders?

Does this mean “what makes dä special”? Well, I’m gonna answer to that anyway even if it doesn’t mean that :D So I would say it’s the variety they have in their songs. They have loads of songs and albums and I still haven’t heard one song that would sound like some other song of theirs. (Apart from Hell, it has several songs that remind me of their older songs and I haven’t decided yet if that’s good or bad.)

There’s also pretty much something for everyone - which might also backfire because I actually knew someone who likes dä too but somehow we happened to like the opposite songs only. Like, you both can be fans and still not agree on favorite songs or even favorite albums or eras. It’s weird. So it feels like “yay we like the same band!!!” but in the end you don’t have anything in common because you don’t like the same things even within one band’s music...

For me dä is special because when I found about them, I was no longer actively searching for new music to listen to. And still they did and somehow all that diversity in their music was insane. Like, the singer’s voice is super important for me and I have turned down so many bands just because I don’t like the singer’s voice or singing style, and somehow this band has three singers and I like ALL OF THEM. Like, what are the odds??? So after getting used to their songs and learning song and album names and other stuff, I literally felt that I had actually found the music that has everything I need from music. I didn’t need to look for the best band ever because I already found it, no other band can top them, a band that would make better music than die ärzte just simply does not exist. And I’m totally happy with that which is why it took me years to even start listening to new music and new bands because I just didn’t need them anymore, I already had dä, you know. I was told (by the same ex-friend who said I just don’t care about Rod) that no band is superior than others but this person refused to understand when I tried to explain that they are superior to ME. And they are superior to me and I don’t give a fuck if others think I’m wrong, it’s my opinion and my favorite band and I have a right to say that they are the best band ever if they are the best band ever for me.

#answered asks #ask games #mcrmadness rambles

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rainbowdonkee · 4 years

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With 2019 coming to an end, I wanted to make a list of my personal top 10 video games that came out this decade. I was 12 in 2010, and now being 21 video games have always been important to me! Many of the games that are the most dearest to me sadly came out before 2010 (HG/SS barely made the cut with the NA release). I tried to not make recent releases be part of my bias (FE3H lol), plus there were many games such as Bioshock 2, Fallout New Vegas, DA2, ACNL, and many more that I love but this list would have been too long!

1. Dark Souls (2011)

2. The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (2017)

3. Pokemon HeartGold/SoulSilver (NA 2010)

4. NieR Automata (2017)

5. Final Fantasy XV (2016)

6. Bloodborne (2015)

7. Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia (2017)

8. Astral Chain (2019)

9. Granblue Fantasy (2014)

10. Deemo (2013)

Dark Souls: Although I haven’t really completed the game personally, I’ve seen many playthroughs and videos about the story and characters. Hidetaka Miyazaki is absolutely awesome in creating those fantasy worlds and characters, everything that Dark Souls ended up influencing was pretty groundbreaking. And the OST is always enjoyable to hear again.

Breath of the Wild: This game took quite a long time for Nintendo to release, and when it finally came out on the final year of the WiiU and the birth of the Switch... it was pretty emotional. Also to realize that Iwata-san never made it to see the rise of Nintendo’s success after the failure of the WiiU gets me everytime, but I hope he sees all the smiles and joy BOTW has brought since its release. The game changed not only what is a LOTZ game but what is an open world, I’ve played it twice and each time I picked it up was a new experience.

Pokemon HG/SS: This game was released around Fall 2009 in Japan, but for NA it was out in March 2010. I still remember the anticipation for Spring Break to arrive in order to spend all my week playing it! I never had the chance to play the original Gold/Silver, so everything was new to me. My 12 year old mind almost exploded when I ended up finishing the Johto League only to find out we were ALSO traveling to Kanto!!! I was shook! This game is amazing, and I’ll forever wait for them to somehow add our Pokemons following us around, that mechanic was so cute! And of course the OST is golden, and I can always listen to it and be brought back to those days.

NieR Automata: I never played any of the past NieR games (although I was aware of their existence). The first trailer I ever watched had the “Become as Gods” song so I was hooked from the start! And learning that PlatinumGames and Square Enix both developed the game made me hyped for its release. I love everything about it, the characters, story, music, themes. By the time I finished the game, it had brought me into a journey of questioning so many heavy topics about life...I really wasn’t expecting that about a game. Not going to lie it may or may not have brought me a mini existential crisis but with a game made my Yoko Taro can’t be too surprised.

Final Fantasy XV: The game I so often heard fabled tales since as back as 2009 and the hype was just building up for this game! I remember going to the movie theater when they were having special screenings for the Kingsglaive movie (I dragged my friend, little brother, and mom lol). The game went through so much, many cuts and changes were made but I personally ended up liking what we got. Still super sad that many unreleased DLC’s were cut off, but the love I have for the characters and music will always stay.

Bloodborne: Hey another Miyazaki game, what can you say...the man just makes brilliant games. He took everything I love about gothic, victorian era, and Lovecraftian esque and made this extraordinary game. I’m here hoping that maybe this 2020 we can hear a slither of news of Bloodborne 2, the theme for this game is too good for them to leave it as only one game.

Fire Emblem Echoes SoV: After the train wreck that was Fates, I literally was not expecting for us to get another FE title so soon! Japan waited 2 years for Echoes but thanks to localization giving us Fates in 2016, we got SoV a year later. I never heard of Fire Emblem Gaiden, before this game I never played any of the Japan only FE games, so when news was coming out about this title I tried 100% to AVOID it. Why? Because this was the first time I could start a FE game without personally knowing anything about it, and when I first played it, right from the start it felt so different, it didn’t felt like a Fire Emblem game (which isn’t bad at all). With the new art direction it also felt like a whole new world, I love Hidari and I hope we get to see them more in future FE games. The game had a simple plot which I didn’t held it against them, I knew this was a remake, and personally I’m glad they didn’t added things like an Avatar or S-Supports. They stayed true to its original source, and SoV will stay as my personal favorite FE game. Also Heritors of Arcadia will be the best vocal theme we got in FE series.

Astral Chain: Oh snap another PlatinumGames IP? This developers are just too good! Astral Chain came out of nowhere although I’ve heard it was worked on for a long time, supposedly even before NieR Automata was developed. I really enjoyed the game very much, from all the 2019 games that came out it caught my eye and I went in with not too many expectations but I had a good time. The story took a crazy turn and I could see some similar themes as NieR Automata but it held its own ground to become unique. The fighting mechanics were so much fun to play and the music was also awesome! I wish more people talked about this game since it is Nintendo’s new IP. I hope we can get the twins for Smash Ultimate!

Granblue Fantasy: I first new anything about Cygames back in 2016 when I saw the OP for Rage of Bahamut. After Seeing the OP for season 2, seeing Azazel in all his glory I knew I had to watch the anime! Luckilly Rage of Bahamut season 2 was continuing in 2017 so I was able to catch up just in time for its final 10 episodes. I LOVE Azazel and Kaisar and of course ROB Lucifer! Then to my surprise I found out about GBF, and I was dumb and thought the app was unavailable in the west which is technically true since you need a Japanese account to download the app which has an ENG text option. So it wasn’t until 2018 that I downloaded the game and started my journey through the sky. This gacha game literally changed what is a gacha game to me, the developers listen to fans, the community is fun, and just everything about this franchise is so great. I’m not a hardcore player so I’m not too worry about grids, I’m here for the cute husbands. (Lancelot, Sandalphon, Albert, Grimnir I lov u).

Deemo: I love this game, one of the best app games I’ve ever had. Back in the day I used to play TapTap Revenge and that was my first taste of rhythm games, Deemo brought me back to those types of apps. Whenever I was anxious I could always play this game and pass the time while keeping my mind busy. Plus without Deemo I would have never known artist’s such as Mili. The game is on the Switch which I’m so happy because I was able to just get all the songs without flooding my tablets storage space.

#i won't explain why these are my favs since it will literally turn into an essay #fire emblem echoes shadows of valentia #fire emblem echoes #dark souls #darksouls #botw #loz #the legend of zelda #pokemon heartgold #pokemon soulsilver #ffxv #nier automata #top 10 #bloodborne #astral chain #gbf #deemo #video games #list

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #314

“as above, so below / what you reap is what you sow / what you give comes back threefold / as above, so below”

What do you do for work? I'm currently unemployed. I only get paid now and again to do pictures for people. What would you ideally like to do for work? I'd love if I could just be a photographer. What are you doing in order to achieve this? Practice and shoving my extreme discomfort about it aside and trying to promote myself where possible and not in an overbearing manner. What do you think is the worst being on the planet? "Rapists, pedophiles, abusive people in general." <<<< This. Anyone who disrespects the existence of other and equal people. Have you ever been arrested? If so, what for? No. How big an age gap is between you and your siblings? My immediate sisters and I are two years apart. My half-siblings, I don't know. I don't have their ages memorized, but I do know 5+ years, some even 10. Do/did your siblings cause trouble? Not really, we were good kids. What's your dream vehicle? I don't really have one. Are you good at taking care of your finances? What finances? And I don't mean that happily. What's your favorite comic strip? I don't have one. How many people have you texted today? Zero. Someone cheats. Second chance? Nope, byyyyeeeee. Thoughts on kids? Clay that I'm not playing with. Are you a risk taker? No. What are you listening to? I'm currently going through a phase of playing The Evil Within 2's theme nonstop, jc. Is/Was your high schools dress code strict? Not like, mega strict, but it still was overboard. No spaghetti strap shirts, and I even once got in trouble for wearing a floral mesh shirt, despite having a normal tanktop underneath it. It was weird, like no one had ever had a problem with it before, it was just this one teacher that I passed in the hall. Who was the last person to request you on a social media network - and did you accept? Someone I didn't know, so obviously not. Who was the last person’s vehicle that you rode in? Mom's. Who was the last person to make you laugh or smile, and why? Another current obsession of mine: John Wolfe, another let's player who I think is super funny. He said something that made me snicker before I turned on music and started this. Who was the last person that you took a photo with? My half-sister while she was visiting. Who was the last person to pay you a compliment, and what did they say? In group therapy the other day, one of the other women told me that even if I don't believe it, I bring so much positivity to group and she was really happy to be there while I am. I was so so super flustered but flattered, too. Who’s the last person that you visited in the hospital? My mom, following her surgery. Who is the last person that you lent money to? Actually today to Mom. What was the last food that you ate? I warmed up a burger for dinner. What did the last pair of footwear that you wore look like? They're just black flipflops. What was the last kind of bread that you ate? Just plain white bread. What was the last app that you downloaded to your phone? Oh wow, I never do this. I want to say it was a game for my niece. When was your last work shift? I haven't worked in a long time, so idk. When is the last time that you had trouble falling asleep? This is literally every single night. When was the last time you saw a significant other? I ain't got one'a those. When’s the last time that you took a risk? What was the risk? Well, I did say I'm not a risk-taker... Where was the last place that you went on vacation to? You know, how long does it have to be to be considered a "vacation?" I would say not since I went to the beach with an old friend, but it was literally a day. Where was the last place you got lost? uhhhhhhh Why did your last relationship fail? We need to work on ourselves before we could properly support each other and stay in a healthy mindset. Why did you leave your last job? I couldn't handle the stress of serving people and having so many responsibilities at once. How long has it been since you last visited a doctor? How about a dentist? I literally went to the doctor today because I had a follow-up appointment about my weight gain again. I haven't been to the dentist in a few months; I had a normal cleaning my last visit. How big was the last fish you caught? Oh boy, this is stretching years back. It was probably something small, idr at all. Give me the first initial of your last name? D. Something in your home that’s on its last leg(s)? We just moved here, so nothing that's a part of the house itself. As far as items we actually own, idk. Where do you purchase most of your clothes? I haven't gotten new clothes in so long, idk. I would probably say Hot Topic. Describe your skincare routine. I don't have one, if I'm being honest. I just shower. What’s your typical morning routine look like? I don't have one of those, either. The only thing that's consistent is going to the bathroom, eating, and taking my meds. Even brushing my teeth, the time of day when I do that (if I'm not leaving the house) varies. Then it's time to just binge stuff on YouTube and do whatever on the laptop... Are you still playing Animal Crossing? I've never played it, actually. How has the pandemic specifically affected you? It's caused a lot of stress worrying about my mom falling ill, given her being immunocompromised. It's also held me back from searching for another job (even though I don't know what I'd go for, anyway...), because I absolutely refuse to risk bringing Covid into this house by leaving it daily or whatever. What is your main source of anxiety? Being mentally ill, really. It just affects a lot. Any bands or artists you’ve recently discovered? Not very recently, no. What kind of games do you play on your phone? Just Pokemon GO nowadays. Do you have a specific aesthetic? It varies. I love dark, gothic, and gory stuff, but then I also love everything pink and pastel?????? Pastel gore is especially where it's at. Describe the moment you realized you were falling in love with someone. I'd rather not. What’s your favorite sparkling water brand/flavor? I've never even tried it before. What’s your favorite makeup brand/brands? I don't wear nearly enough makeup to be even remotely familiar with any. What’s your all-time favorite movie? It'll probably always be The Lion King. Do you have any subscription boxes? No, but they're cool. What fictional creature would you like as a pet? On deviantART today I actually discovered a fantastic artist who does a lot of HTTYD fanart, and I would say as a dragon lover, Toothless would be soooo great. Have any local businesses closed that you’re sad about? I'm certain tons have closed, but none come to mind. How do you feel about TikTok? I don't feel anything about it. Did you/do you still have a Neopets account? Haha I've had like... two or three at different stages in my life. What were you doing at 9 o'clock this morning? That's actually when (virtual) group therapy starts. Are you wearing any jewelry? Yeah; my piercings (if you count them) and then two rings that I always have on. Are you good at hiding disappointment? No. I'm bad at hiding my emotions because they're so strong. What happened the last time you cried? lmaooo I was finishing watching a The Evil Within 2 LP yesterday, and like, the last hour or so of the game just rips me apart. I was hoping so bad that my mom didn't pass by and ask what the problem was. What would your parents be surprised to learn about you? Both would be stunned to know the situation I had with Joel/my former best friend's boyfriend when I was around 12. What fictional character do you have the biggest crush on? dARKIPLIER Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world? When all things are considered, like laws, seeing family, etc., somewhere in Canada, or maybe Alaska. Actually, Alaska would be really cool. What after school activities did you do in high school? I didn't have any, if you mean like, school sports and clubs. I did do dance once or twice a week, but it wasn't tied to my school. What’s the last book you really loved? I positively adored The Handmaid's Tale. If you could have been a child prodigy what would you have wanted to be skilled at? My writing was seen as very exceptional for my age as a kid, but it still would've been awesome if it was even better. If earth could only have one condiment for the rest of time, what would you pick to keep around? Uhhh I guess ketchup. I use that the most of all options. What is the scariest experience you have ever had? The night of the breakup. It was such an impossible concept to me that I genuinely thought my life was over, that I'd pull the plug at any moment. Who is a non-politician you wish would run for office? Oh, hunny, Markiplier lmao. Call it a bias all ya want, but he's just a genuinely incredible person that cares so much for everyone and is so serious about equality and just being a good person. Do you think it’s important to stay up to date with the news? It's very hypocritical of me to say, but yes, regardless. Do you own plants? If so, what kind of plants? If not, would you like to grow any? I've never been into growing plants, honestly. Is there a city that you have a particular fondness for? If so, what city is it and why? No, not really. When was the last time that you acted impulsively? Is this a common behavior for you? I dunno, I've gotten better at this. I probably said something I shouldn't have. If you received an allowance as a kid, what kinds of things would you buy with it? Were you more the type to save up for something big, or spend it on little things? I didn't get one. When you cuddle with someone, how do you prefer to position yourself? Would you rather be held, or do the holding? Or both? Are we sitting or lying down? Either way I think I have a tendency to lay my head on their chest while hugging them, and my legs generally curl up. If I'm upset, I definitely feel better and just a greater sense of safety if I'm the one being held, but if the roles are swapped, then I like to be the one doing the holding because I know that's what I want when I'm upset, so treat others how you wanna be treated, y'know. When you woke up today, did you find unread messages from anyone? No. Have you recently told anyone that you miss them? Yes. Can you recall the last time you turned down an offer, of any kind? Mom asked if I wanted to come with her to Ashley's a few days ago, but I said no. I wasn't in a social mood at all. Is there anyone you interact with every day on social media? No. What was the main character's name in the last fictional book you read? Sunny. Have you ever been rejected by a church? No. Is your family nice to you? Yeah. Are you comfortable with your gender? Yeah. What was your favorite Mary-Kate and Ashley film? I don't remember; we had a couple, though. What was your favorite book you had to read for school? The Outsiders. What was your favorite Nickelodeon show? ngl, I don't remember a lot of them and don't feel like looking up a list. Do you still live in the house you grew up in? No. Which Spice Girl was your favorite? I don't remember their names. Do you think you look the best you've ever looked? Oh hell no. Have you been hurt by religion? Yes, honestly. In Truth or Dare, would you rather choose Truth or Dare? I always choose "truth." Have you ever had more than one crush at once? Yeah, I think that's perfectly normal to feel, even for someone monogamous like myself. Just when you establish a relationship, then it's time to make a choice. What social issue do you care about most? This is hard to say with how passionately I hold my opinions, but probably LGBTQ+ rights. It's just... so disgusting to me that I was once homophobic. It's like I want to make up for it. Just the idea of being repulsed by love just because someone has "the wrong thing" in their pants is just... appalling. When was the last time you read a Bible? Many, maaaany years ago I started reading it, but I didn't get very far at all. Do you own a Bible? I personally don't, but I know Mom has one, maybe multiple. Do you discover new music regularly? No; I very much stick to what I know. It's great when I do, though, given that that's how I find new songs to repeat to the grave. What does your first name mean? "Of Britain" or something like that. What country do you live in? U.S.A. Do you believe that gays are born that way? Uh, yes? Who honestly believes a homosexual would *choose* to be in the discriminated minority? People are murdered and abused for simply their sexuality; no sane person would "choose" to risk that torture.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''as above so below'' by in this moment

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tamersmile888 · 4 years

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Life Is Strange 2: The Sims 4 Challenge Behind The Sims Lot 2

When I created this challenge, I was doing the challenge and making the rules up as I went. That way I could see what was possible and what would be harder to achieve. I took into consideration those who liked using cheats and those who didn't. I also considered how long it would take and if that was something a player would want to slug through.

If I would have known that in order to complete this Lot, I'd have to repair and upgrade every single appliance and plumbing system in the house...I would have maybe picked a smaller house instead of this 3 story mansion with multiple bathrooms, TV's and computers. Even though it took a very long time to complete, I really love this house and the renovations I made to it. (Which I now have to fix because I'm just now seeing that some of the roof trim is the wrong color...Oopsies...) Fun Fact: I was going to include beds in the upgrade but they had a million beds so I decided to drop that idea. But it is a bonus if you want to add it to the list. I did upgrade Sean's bed so he could get more energized while sleeping.

Daniel came in and started cleaning up on his own. He's so cute! Also, this made it tough for me to neglect him for Abraham in this storyline, therefore, I kind of cheated in the background and made sure he and Sean had some brother time. I couldn't help it. I felt horrible.

This Lot was much easier because Sean and Daniel were a lot happier. They could shower, eat good meals that weren't just lying around on a park bench, and take nice long jogs in a wealthy neighborhood. I got this house from the gallery. I'll write a separate blog telling you were I got some of my lots from so you can download them too if you'd like.

This is actually a gas station I got from the gallery that I temporarily made into a "hardware store."

If you've played LIS 2, you know Sean is an artist who draws in his sketchbook to record his journey. In my head, I'm thinking, "I wish I could do something like that. I guess he's just going to have to create random paintings. We'll pretend this is his journal." Little did I know....

I had no sims could paint from reference. I was praising the Lord for this amazing discovery because this was exactly what I needed. Sean could actually draw what was right in front of him and build a collection that truly captures his experience. I'm so thankful. This little touch made a huge difference. Thank you God! Thank you Sims team!

School was not meant to be a part of this challenge. I thought I could get away with them missing school entirely, but...something cruel happened instead.

If you neglect to send your child to school long enough, they will get whisked away in glittery purple dust never to be seen again. Thank God for autosave! I did manage to get him back, and all was well again. I guess because nothing happened in Lot 1, I didn't think it would be a problem, but I was wrong. And the homeschooling plot was born. So please remember to send your sims to school. I'm not sure if the same thing will happen to Sean, but I wasn't taking any chances.

Proof that Esteban is in fact still alive. I wanted to show footage of him coming up to the house and knocking on the door, but I forgot to take screenshots of that. Then he started calling instead, checking up on them. Esteban relax. Your boys are fine. You'll see them in a couple of months. Please step away from the set of this movie you made me make because you raised your boys to be great chefs with hardly a level 1 cooking skill.

The frog plotline was also supposed to be a thing. I wanted Sean to eventually catch a frog with Daniel so they could have a pet like Mushroom in the original LIS 2. Since I don't have Cats and Dogs because I'm playing base game only, a frog was the next best option. Plus, it feels right giving them a pet from the wild. Sadly, I forgot about this plot entirely.

Thank God for the Hot-Headed trait. It kicked in right when I needed it. Fun Fact: My first attempt at creating Sean was...not so good. I'm so glad I tried a lot harder this time. I originally gave him the outdoor trait, but then I thought it was insensitive. He was only outdoors because he was forced to be, not by choice. So then the next time I made Sean I gave him the Hot-Headed trait and it kicked in most of the time I needed to. I didn't even need to be mean to anyone, which is good because I really don't like clicking the mean interactions...

Like here. He is fuming. I didn't even think sims could fume. He did this all on his own. It's one of my favorite screenshots of Sean because it's one of the more realistic emotional expressions I've seen.

(I had to redo this scene because I forgot to put Sean's easel back into this inventory lol)

Conclusion: The hardest part of this lot was the nonstop repairs and the overload of upgrades. I did enjoy spending time in this house though. I also found out that if you get a high enough handiness skill you can upgrade your TV to have the music channel! There are so many cool treasures hidden in base game! If you find yourself getting bored, explore. You never know what you might find.

God Bless! Love, Charly

#LifeIsStrange2TheSims4Challenge #LifeIsStrange2 #TheSims4 #SeanDiaz #DanielDiaz #tamersmile #gaming #basegameonly #TheSims4Basegame

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jinxfirebolt18902 · 5 years

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Captivated (Nick Robinson Imagine)

Mini Serie (?)

This is Part 1. Also, I was drunk when I wrote most of this (edited only the orthographic mistakes and added a bit of contextual info) Conclussion: Drunk Writer me beats Sober Writer me.

Words: 2.647

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Going out in a different country than my native was scary at the beginning. Although I loved the idea of travelling the world alone, actually doing it was significantly different than imagining it and having fun was quite a challenge. The risks were higher. I am a woman, I live alone and I move on my own, if something happens to me it would take a few hours or days maybe to get my family notified. Of course being 24 years old is socially considered that you’re old enough to take care of yourself, and I did. It’s just I was starting my dreamed adult life at the other end of the continent and with no one to trust near me.

When I first arrived in Los Angeles everything was so big and alive all the time. There was no way I would remain inside my apartment, especially not after working hard during the weekdays. Now there came the thing with making new friends in a country where people were quite the opposite of mine (or so I’d been told). You see, leaving aside the fact that “my people” was emotionally attached to everyone; North Americans weren’t exactly presented to me as… affable. So I had been kind of insecure about how I would become friends with anyone. That’s why I sometimes found it difficult to believe I’d come across someone like David.

-x-

Tonight’s bar had been chosen by Dave. The place had great music and, although it looked pretty expensive and kind of exclusive, it seemed a good option for having fun. David’s friends were teasing him by the place selection and I laughed at his failed attempts to defend it as we were all crossing the streets towards the club’s fancy gates. Dave was such an interesting guy, one of those you don’t get to meet and stick with. Don’t get me wrong he is cool, respectful and fun to be around, but I’ve been here barely for a bit longer than a year and since I met him he’s been inviting me to parties and to tag along with his friends all the time. So what I mean when I say he’s one of those persons so good you don’t get to meet and stick with, I mean I don’t know what he’s seen in me to want me in his close circle.

—Guys c’mon the place is okay… give him a break. —my words were followed by a smile.

I immediately felt Dave’s strong dark-skinned arm surrounding my neck and pulling me towards him. He kissed my hair and shouted to the others “I told you this one was a keeper”.

—Well if you keep suggesting this kind of places you’re gonna scare her off! —Elizabeth, one of the girls from the group answered and then different laughs were heard.

I turned my head with my smile still plastered on my face and saw my friend’s face. He was actually pouting. I shook his hair making him push me off so I wouldn’t mess his dreadlocks (even more than they already were).

—They all whine about my places but they all have a pic with their fav stars because of me and my places…

I let out a small laugh and shrugged my shoulders. Dave was such a cool guy and so easy going that somehow he had become quite popular among some famous people living here in LA. Well of course he also had a lot of money.

The group had distanced a few meters from us and when we were getting on the sidewalk he took a good look at my outfit and remained silent. I was observing him with a look that read “what are you going to say?”. He nodded no with his head to look me in the eyes after.

—What? —I couldn’t erase my smile from my face nor from my voice. I felt happy.

He laughed a bit —Nothing. I’m just wondering how long will it take for some guy to take you away from me gurl… Actually I’m kind of surprised it hasn’t happened yet… It’s been months since I met you.

—Oh stop it now nigga—Nah nah, just promise you won’t forget about me in a week once you got yourself a man!

I hit him slightly on his shoulder and rolled my eyes. —You know perfectly well what I think about the boyfriend thing. —He laughed and walked in front of me and the others to tell the security guard his name. Yes, Dave had a few privileges.

We instantly got inside and the atmosphere changed abruptly. The room was dim and misty with some green and blue lights moving around. The song playing was some tropical electro, chill. Being the drunk asses we were obviously the first thing we did was hurry to the bartender to overload him with orders.

-x-

Okay so far the night was great. We’d been drinking at a table until the place was full. It didn’t take much more than an hour after we got in. Every now and then somebody would go greet some acquaintance or famous person and come back. In my case, I only saw some recognizable faces from TV programs or stuff but I couldn't care less honestly. I had enough high society people in my job every weekday so… Dave was the only one who barely spent time with the group as he kept running into friends.

Music and alcohol were starting to get to me, not that I was hard to get into the party mood. My body was asking for some dancing moves. I took one of the girls, called Minette, by her arm and carried us both to the dance floor. We hadn’t been there even for 5 minutes and the music turned a totally different path. When we glanced at the Dj, Minette and I shared a look of understanding.

—He’s unbelievable right? —I nodded with my head as a response and let my latin blood take the lead.

Dave was next to the Dj and apparently, he had asked him for something more… let’s say: Caribbean. Minette had latin blood mixed in her veins too so we didn’t have a problem moving our hips and not giving a shit about the condescending looks we were receiving, especially from other girls upset by some guys staring at us. At some time, a Mexican boy had joined us and we were laughing and dancing a lot, finding ourselves in a state of euphoria. Then the Dj picked a particular song that I couldn’t resist dancing with all my energy and I gave myself to it. My body was then covered by a thin layer of sweat because of the rapid movements. Going up and down, jumping, shaking my hips and my waist had definitely gotten the best of me.A moment later, Dave came next to me laughing and giving me sweet looks.

—C’mon let’s get you some water gurl, I don’t want you dehydrated. —he was leading me towards our table pushing me gently by my lower back so I wouldn’t get lost between so many people. We were almost at the table when we heard someone say ‘Yo! Dave!’ behind us. We both turned to look and saw this lanky guy with at least three chains hanging by his neck.

—Yooooo what’d up man?! —Dave went to hug the guy and his 4 friends sitting next to him. I was just looking from behind but my gaze stopped on one of them. I recognized he was an actor, but I didn’t know his name. I remembered seeing him in a few movies. The guy was cute. White skin, perfect nose, deep bulging almond-shaped brown eyes, plump pink limps… Jeez.

I hadn’t realized I had unconsciously stared and my lungs had stopped working the air out. Maybe it was the music, maybe the alcohol or the extremely delightful sight I had in front of me, or maybe it was all together what was making me sweat even more, my pupils dilated. I felt a rush of heat run down my body. I felt like I needed some fresh air. I was about to leave to look for an open space but unluckily, David had catched me glancing at this guy, which got my friend grabbing me by the arm and posing me in front of him to present me.

This is my friend Virginia. —he gave me a look and smiled mischievously. I greeted with my hand not moving even one step from my place and mumbling a shy “hi” loud enough to be heard and received their greetings along with a nod plus an intense look from the pretty boy. If my eyes were not tricking me, he might even have shown a little sided-smile. Damn I was done.

I just walked away on my heels following the fresh air and getting to a secluded area for smokers. I lit a cigarette and looked up at the sky. I took a deep breath and tried to forget about the gorgeous face I just saw. I knew I had not like, the minimal chance to be with this boy who’s name I didn’t even know, but which also unfortunately excited me even more.

I was finishing my cigarette when a male voice said my name. When I turned to see him I was a bit taken aback.

—Uhm… Hi

—Hey, name is Nick.

I nodded once.

He looked inside the club and then at me again. A smile reached his face before his eyes reached mine.

—Do you have a lighter?

I looked for it in my purse and handed it to him. If I thought I was done before, then with a cig between his lips, looking all bad boy, his eyes so full of mystery and that damned smile…

Out of a sudden my glance flickered over the inside of the club and I swear I saw Dave smiling evilly. I rolled my eyes and signaled my middle finger to him, obviously causing him to laugh out loud. My head turned to give another glimpse. Damn wasn’t he a sexy piece of work…

I was caught by him anew. Once again his dangerous smile making an appearance on his perfect cutis… Unintentionally, my lashes went up slowly. We found ourselves sharing a kind of trance. Our eyes were acting upon themselves, provoking each other. He sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly let it go. And that’s when I lost it.

—I need a drink. —I thanked the Universe for walking towards the bar on my own without the need of my brain processing that information because I just didn’t give it time to do so.

Luckily I got across the room hurriedly without interruptions. The guy prepared my drink. At the moment he spotted my glass “Nick” was next to me. My head turned to let my eyeballs get fascinated by this boy.

Excuse me —the bartender nodded before going away to serve someone else —I’m sorry, can I have a vodka shot too, please?

The little glass was in front of me waiting to be downloaded quicker than my previous order. Just after sending a quick peek towards Nick I took the tiny glass and emptied it hastily. I felt his brown eyes on me. I knew he was following my every move. Once I had taken that anxiety off myself I dared to truly look at him and lock eyes. The guy wouldn’t back away.

—Are you being a creep following me over, Nick?

He held his hands up in surrender —Take it easy girl. I just thought we could do something about… this weird chemistry taking place between us —he made a signal moving his right hand between our bodies.

I raised my right eyebrow in a swift. —Oh really? What chemistry are you talking about? —shit I couldn’t even control myself. My body naturally drew itself closer to him. Alcohol and lust were controlling me.

His eyes darted on my tight black dress from bottom to top until he landed on my eyes again. Then he eyed the place as if he was checking for everything to be okay. I didn’t understand this attitude at first but then I remembered he was kinda famous and he probably didn't want anyone knowing about his night with some random girl. I took a few deep sips from my drink closing my eyes, I needed the nerves to disappear and what better than my dear liquid friend to do it.

His right arm signaled a path and I walked in that way. The moment he was behind me his hands fell on my waist to guide me. They weren’t even touching my skin and I already could feel my body reacting to them. We ended up in a darker side of the club. There were some couples making out and smaller groups of people chatting. I laid my back against a cold white wall, letting the wall’s temperature contrast with my own, causing my eyes to close at the good feeling. A second later I opened them and found him right in front of me, close. Even with my high heels he was taller than me so our eyes were almost at the same level. His brown irises with his black dilated pupils made him look like a predator watching over his prey. But here’s the thing, I wasn't a prey. Either this was a predator-predator thing or he was about to become the prey.

Before I could do anything he moved his mouth near my ear so he could speak up and I’d listen over the loud music.

—You’re driving me crazy.

When he backed up, a serious look could be seen on his face. I couldn't help myself. It was my time to smile dangerously. I finished up my drink and left the glass somewhere before flashing my arms at his soft neck and shoulders. His beautiful eyes glanced down at my lips and came back up to my eyes quickly over and over again. His hands were gaining confidence in my waist by each minute that passed. His tongue glided over his pink bottom lip making it look even more desirable. My eyes were glued to that movement and to the wet lips.

I swear I was going to change positions and put him against the wall. I swear I was going to show him I was in charge here but the moment his body came crashing into mine I forgot everything. The moment my lips felt his and his humid tongue my mind went blank. His head was moving against mine. Our tongues were colliding, giving new sensations to each other. My fingers were drawn into his soft brown locks and his hands squeezed my waist as if his life depended on it. When I thought it couldn't get better it did. He fucking dared to moan into the kiss. How was I supposed to deal with that amount of sensuality?

His tongue pushed itself inside my mouth at the same time he pressed himself against me while I was pressed against the concrete, his groin making friction. Air. I interrupted the kiss and looked up at the ceiling as I took a deep breath, my lungs were burning. His hair ended up pretty messy and it looked even better, if possible. How could this boy get hotter by every minute that passed? His breathing was heavy too. His cheeks had turned very pink and now his once cute innocent eyes were so dark you could get lost in them. Dopamine was written all over his look. I felt a black hole was swallowing me. And hell knew I was ready to let it take me.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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A Neverending Story (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 2.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader (eventually) - the story is more driven by the relationships in the gang.

A/N: Right now, I was on a two-day trip through half of my country and I downloaded the complete season 1. and 2. into my phone, so I am full of excitement.

Warnings: Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley being best friends and dorks together.

Word count: 2.3 K

Tagging: x

Master list: The Eighties Blast Collection

The ride with Nancy was actually quite enjoyable since she wasn't shying away in front of you, her summer-holiday childhood best friend. You two, working but still teenagers, sang as loudly as you could, making Nancy laugh and forget about the realization that Johnathan was gone from Hawkins.

You totally rampaged the local supermarket buying some sweets and popcorn for the night while talking about what should you watch that night. You settled down on Raiders of the Lost Ark - because you both thought that Harrison Ford is definitely a hottie in that one.

When you stop at the store, Nancy opened her mouth and then looked at you with sparks in her eyes. She didn't know that another of your childhood summer friends had a shift that day, but apparently, there he was.

“He is going to be thrilled to see you.” - She sang to your ear as you walked to the shop. Last three years you were visiting uncle Jim, Steve Harrington turned from a lovely dork to a douche - at least that was what Hop told you about him. You saw him only once or twice, riding the street down in his car, smoking a cigarette, looking all badass.

You two haven't spoken in what felt like a whole zenith.

“You sure about that? Last time I saw him, he was a jackass.” - You told Nancy as you entered the shop together. Steve Harrington with his hair game on was behind the counter, talking with a young chick and tried to charm her panties away. - “It's nice to see that some things and some people never change.” - You chuckled quietly to Nancy and left for searching the movie. And you were clueless because there were so many movies to choose from.

“Alright ladies, I saw that you're little lost in our beautiful land of fantastic movies. I am your guide, Steve, so hold me tight.” - A voice started to speak behind your back. You almost freaked out so much you kicked him in the balls. So you just put your hand on your chest, laughing lightly.

“You are still actually five, huh?” - You turned your face to him and Nancy turned to him with a smile as well. He opened his mouth and almost shouted before he picked you off the ground to spin you around. He. Was. Still. Such. A. Child. Jesus.

“I can't believe you're back! Big city life was too boring for you, huh?” - Steve put you down, freaking out. A girl came after your group with an opened mouth, silently asking Steve if he went crazy or what. - “Oh, this is my best friend Robin and this is our summer friend Y/N. Hopper’s niece. I gave this lady my best years.”

And when you started to think that you could miss Steve at least a bit, there he was all in his jackassness.

“Summer friend? Best years? You're mentally still on year five to year seven, dingus. Name’s Robin.” - She smiled at you, her grip on your hand was pretty firm. - “Hi, Nance. Well, I'm gonna watch the counter while you're trying to pretend you're not a dingus. Ladies.” - Robin smiled and walked away.

“So... A ladies night?” - Steve looked at both of you, playing with his fingers at a fast pace. - “Are you looking for a romantic movie, a comedy, a horror maybe?” - He rose his eyebrows and you stopped for a moment. This wasn't that idiot Jim was sending to hell all the time. There must've been something going on, otherwise, you couldn't comprehend.

“Actually, were here for the Raiders of the Lost Ark because Harrison Ford is always a win.” - Nancy giggled and Steve made his best-surprised face.

“Adventure it is, then. Follow me, ladies, and try not to get lost.” - Steve turned around in nothing else than another dingus move. It couldn't be named differently even if you tried to. Nancy leaned to you. - “I told you that he will be thrilled.”

Steve tried another of his dingus tricks on you - but then you realized why is he acting like that. Hopper. He knew about Hopper. He was doing it to make you laugh. Were you softening a bit too much or did you find it nice of him? That was the young lovely boy you remembered.

Then you proceeded to the counter, Steve insisting on marketing your order so he could to you for a moment longer.

“So, you're here to just say hi and then you'll leave to live your big city life or you'll be staying for a while?” - He looked at you while he packed your order. Nancy was leaning to the counter by your side and smiling at the both of you.

“Guess you will see me more often from now on.” - You shook your shoulders and took your purse out. But he made you put it back - did he seriously paid the renting of the movie?

“That’s a blast! We can have a hangout, just like the old times, having some dinner and maybe fo to the movies? Or hang out at the quarry? What do you say, girls?” - Steve gave you the bag, leaning his elbows to the counter as well. - “We can take Robin with us or plan something with the douchebags.”

“I will be busy. Work.” - You took the bag, preparing to leave. Nancy smiled at Steve. - “Same.” - She said.

“Where do you work? Here? In Hawkins?” - Steve asked - this time his face was totally serious.

“You're looking at the local deputy Hopper. You try to break the law and you bet that I'll be there to arrest your ass, Steve Harrington. I know where you live.” - You joked and entwined your elbow with Nancy’s while you laughed.

“You would put my irresistible face to jail? Come on, Y/N.” - He yelled with laughter while you and Nancy were leaving the shop.

“It would be my pleasure, Harrington! And don't flatter yourself that much!” - You yelled back before the door closed.

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Steve and Robin stood behind the counter of a completely empty store, watching after it. Robin was loudly dotting to her calculator, which Steve could only barely stand. She was obviously doing it completely to fuck Steve up, but he wasn't giving himself in too easily. But when she was doing it for almost half an hour, he couldn't but snap.

"When you will hit the calculator harder it doesn't mean that your mathematical problem will be solved quicker, Robin." - He snapped with a smile, but even though he said it gently. Robin looked at him innocently, like she hadn't a single idea why is he mad at her.

"If my calculations are correct..." - She rose up the machine which had 8008135 written in the small display, which could be also read as 'boobies'. - "You have it hard for that girl."

"Nancy?" - Steve exclaimed with an unbelievable laugh. - "I'm far behind it, Robin. Thank you, next, that relationship was here, didn't last long and now it's far gone." - He sat on the counter, jamming to a song in the background. Robin put both her hands next to his thighs, opening her mouth wide.

"I totally forgot about you and Nancy, wow. It feels like centuries ago, doesn't it?" - She giggled. - "But I'm talking about the other one. Hopper's niece.”

“Y/N? Are you crazy?” - Steve bumped into her forehead with his pointing finger. - “She is like a girl, but she is dangerous and scary, just like her uncle.” - Steve admitted without a single doubt. Y/N Hopper was just as scary as her uncle Jim when she needed to. And now, she was even a badass since she studied the police academy.

“She doesn't look like Hopper at all. She maybe speaks like him, but she's way more gentle than him. I like her.” - Robin leaned next to him while playing with a minx smile on her posh lips.

“Don’t even try to hit on her. I don't want to see you get hurt, asshole. She is into boys, I am sure of that.” - Steve raised his eyebrows and chuckled a bit.- “I remember that one time before the sophomore year when she found her very first boyfriend like... Ever. Hopper was capable of tracking him down and kicking his sorry little ass to a ball." - Steve said with a sad smile, trapped in his own memories. Robin smiled as well, but she didn't answer for a moment.

"But don't try to tell me that you, the biggest ladies man in Hawkins didn't think of her as a lady. Come on." - Rodin bumped her first into his upper thigh. Steve thought about it for a second before shaking his head.

"I had actually never." - Steve said with a new burst of self-confidence. - "See? That's a step up from my former persona." - He told her loudly as she walked into the depths of the shop with laughter.

"But she's a good sparring partner if you want to use irony and be all kinds of tough. She seemed fun. And it all looked like flirting if you ask me." - She smirked at Steve before disappearing completely. Steve just stood there without words.

Did he miss something in translation or was Robin just a dumb swine? The second thing was way more probable.

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You took Nancy to Hopper's old place, all cleaned up and renovated from the base of the house to the roof. It looked definitely more comfy and welcoming than in Hopper's days. You decorated the outside with a small bench and some flowers - but the truth was that it was still a bit too far away from everyone. Like you were a part of Hawkins - and weren't at the same exact time. Just shying away.

“This looks nice.” - Nancy stepped inside and took her jacket off her shoulders. - “And it is definitely warmer here than outside.” - Then she took her shoes off as you locked the door.

It still had the same layout it had when Hopper lived there with El - the kitchen and the living room were still on the same spot, still as her room. It only looked cleaner, it smelled better and it had newer furniture. But the disgusting, on some places even torn apart a bit, green armchair was still on the same spot.

And the bedroom now had even door, which was definitely an upgrade since Hopper was living there. And the closet was definitely more organized.

“You can take a shower if you want.” - You mumbled when you were turning on the old heater in the corner of the room. Nancy shook her head and went to prepare you something to eat. You needed to say, you truly were hungry since you have eaten only something small and quick what Joyce made you from the last supplies she had in her house.

“I’m good. What about you taking a shower, taking some fresh clothes and then, before the movie, we can move the boxes in here?” - She asked and tried to think about how the stove works in that cabin.

“Sounds neat.” - You smiled and went to take a long, almost boiling hot shower. It was a pretty strange feeling, to be back in the town with the people you knew - and to see what the destiny prepared for them. And the strangest thing was to see some of them leave.

When you were a small kid, you hoped that the fourteen days in Hawkins were like a neverending story. You hoped that the day when your father comes to pick you up never comes. At that moment, you had to say goodbye to Hopper - knowing that you will see him on a weekend that was two months away, on your birthday. It was your gift every year, you never wanted anything else than to stay at Hopper’s, even if your father would buy you every single thing under the sun just so he never had to see his brother’s fucking face again.

But as you got older and your priorities changed, you started to realize that nothing in your life is forever. Or that your life might be a fairytale. No. It was more like a horror movie. With your father and mother? Definitely.

Just as Nancy said and promised, she cooked the dinner while you took a long shower to calm yourself down - then, before the light died, you moved the boxes of your things into the cabin, letting them be on a horde in the middle of Eleven’s room. Then you ate - she made some sandwiches with some yogurt sauce, lettuce, and chicken meat, which were totally and completely delicious. Nancy definitely took something from Karen’s cooking.

Then you both laid on the couch, watching that sweet, sweet Harrison Ford movie, both falling asleep around half of it. So when the morning’s alarm went off and your uniform was still half wet from the laundry machine, you truly almost panicked.

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365daysoftododeku · 5 years

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3rd July 2019

Author: Kenyoda

Admin’s Note: Hallo! If you’ve been following the Candid Shoutos series by @ebonyphd, here is a new update! The idea is inspired by @crzangel‘s headcanon here.

Warning: Mild mention of suicide attempt

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Suffering for S(omeone)ubscribers

Shouto found Izuku to be one of the most amazing people he had ever met. He still had a hard time believing that Izuku was so enamored with him. He was far from social, had enough baggage to fill a moving van, and far more practical than romantic. But Izuku still told him he loved him every morning, still whispered about how beautiful and sweet Shouto was when they were alone. Still mumbled about how lucky he was.

Honestly, Shouto often felt like he was the lucky one in the relationship. On top of all of Shouto’s internal flaws, he had plenty of external ones as well. He had a huge scar that took up a quarter of his face, and dripped down his chest, throat and back. On top of those, he had gained plenty more scars from training and fighting villains through his time in UA. The stress from everything often left him drained, pale… and his weight was dropping again. He hoped no one noticed.

Izuku though, thrived on the action. He was at his best when he was saving people. Whether it was from a villain, a natural disaster, or simply the fear brought on by a nightmare, Izuku shined. The boy was born to be a hero. Shouto was not. He could admit that now. It wore on him in the worst way. But his boyfriend lived for it.

Izuku’s usual nature made the present situation all the more confusing.

They were currently sitting on Shouto’s futon, the laptop in front of them. A game was pulled up, which they had downloaded for a specific purpose. In the aftermath of their accidental relationship reveal, Shouto figured things would go downhill. But things just kind of continued. Sure there were those that had plenty of negative things to say, his father being the worse, but for the most part it was old news within two weeks. The most surprising thing was the outpouring of support. It was really humbling. There were so many people that were happy for them and wanted to see their relationship succeed. He held that close to his heart for those days that were especially difficult, right next to his love for Izuku.

In order to celebrate the candid_shoutos page getting 5,000 followers, they had polled their subscribers on what they would like to see more of. Videos was the top choice. So, they naturally asked what they would like their first video to be on. And naturally, they wanted him and Izuku to play a horror game together. Shouto had not felt one way or the other about it, and Izuku was always happy that their followers were happy. So, they began looking.

They couldn’t do a long one because PlusInsta only allowed short videos. Finding short games was kind of difficult. However, Kaminari suggested a short one that he claimed was not too scary. It was all of a minute long and not too complicated to play.

So here they were sitting and staring at a black screen with the words Death Trips printed in white block letters. Izuku was staring at the screen like it was going to bite him. They were capturing their gameplay using a game recorder, again thanks to Kaminari, so, Shouto was watching the camera which was showing Izuku’s pale face. He had never seen his boyfriend look so unsettled.

“You know… we can do something else.” Shouto suggested.

“No, no… this is fine.” Izuku said. Though he made no move to start the game. Shouto sighed.

“Clearly it is not fine,” Shouto argued. “You are pale, love, I can see the freckles by your collar.” Izuku finally turned to look at him. His eyes held a little fear, but Shouto also noted the hunched posture. It was not saying afraid so much as frustrated.

“I just— it’s so stupid. It’s nothing, let’s just get this over with,” Izuku said with a huff. Shouto flinched at his gruff manner. It was unusual. Izuku was normally happy to open up to him about anything. So, Shouto was really worried. What should he do? How can he help?

“But, you’re upset?” Shouto tried again. Izuku’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

“This so stupid! I’m supposed to be a hero and I am scared of a game. There is nothing that can actually hurt me and yet… I don’t want to do it,” he moaned. Tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes. Shouto blinked. He thought this was out of the blue, but then he remembered that Izuku usually skipped out on the class movie nights when people brought out horror movies. The one time he had been humiliated into staying, he cried through the whole thing.

As Izuku continued to wallow in his self recrimination, Shouto was struggling to find a way to make him feel better. Izuku just always seemed to know what to do or say. Shouto was more likely to make an unintentional joke or make something awkward. He fell back on old habits and decided to be blunt.

“So? You’re a human being, just like everyone else… and everybody is afraid of something.” he said as he wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, pulling him close. Izuku did not push him away, thankfully, instead hugging him back.

“I mean, I know… it’s just so unjustified.” he sighed. Shouto looked back at the screen, thinking back to the movies he had seen with some of his other classmates. In all honesty, Shouto did not get the point of horror movies. A part of him felt disgusted that people paid to see people frightened, distressed, sometimes murdered ruthlessly, or frightened into insanity. Shouto did not find it entertaining, he hardly even remembered them once they were over. The SAW movies had been the final straw for him. It had been exaggerated, sure, but it had hit a nerve for Shouto.

Jigsaw had claimed that he was trying to show people that they really wanted to live, by torturing them until they either had to murder someone else or endure horrific actions to leave. It sounded too close to Endeavor’s reasoning about his “training”. All the pain, scars, phobias, and complexes Shouto had to contend with on a practically daily basis was seen as necessary at best and imagined at worse. Shouto shuddered at the thought. His back burned at the reminder of the lengths his father would go to.

“Fear doesn’t have to be, it just is. Besides anyone can bullshit justification. We both know that,” Shouto darkly. Izuku’s glance went from frustrated to concerned.

“Your dad’s not hurting you again, is he?” Izuku asked, becoming more alarmed by the second.

“Not yet,” he huffed. There was no use in pretending. Both of the people in this room knew about Endeavor. His father had been blowing up his phone. Back to back phone calls when he was not in classes, most of which were left unreturned. This usually ended up with Shouto having to endure an hour long verbal lashing session when he finally was weary enough to answer the phone. The results of said session would last for weeks, resolving itself just in time for him to start up again. But Shouto would take the man’s vitriolic tongue over his flames and fists.

“The bastard better not,” his boyfriend snarled. His face contorting into an angry grimace.

“Calm down, Izuku, he hasn’t been near Musutafu in months. I’m fine,” he insisted. Liar… his brain accused. Izuku gave him an exasperated look. Apparently, Izuku knew it, too.

“Uh huh, but your PTSD is worlds away from my childish monster phobia…” Izuku lamented. Shouto felt himself relax at Izuku’s willingness to move to another topic. This was swiftly followed by frustration and guilt. Even now, Izuku was calming him down, when Shouto was the one that was supposed to helping Izuku!

“Didn’t you hear what I said? Fear is not rational. It just does its job. It’s not like you are freezing up during an attack. You are in the safety of your own room. You can be human here… heaven knows I won’t judge you. I lack Bakugou’s gall, you see.” Shouto joked weakly. Izuku spluttered and dissolved into a fit of laughter. Maybe Kaminari was not joking when he said Shouto was funny.

“I guess… I just… All Might is counting on me to look after Japan in his place and I just don’t know if I’m doing this right…” Izuku sighed, dropping his face into the pillow. Shouto felt for his boyfriend. He understood that kind of pressure too well. That pressure had been sitting on Shouto’s shoulders since the manifestation of his Quirk. While Shouto knew that All Might and Izuku had a relationship that was completely unlike the one between him and his sire, the whole protege thing did not sit well with him at all.

Basically, their meeting was a simple accident. A man who had run into a wall and out of time and a child desperate for a chance. All MIght had basically offered Izuku his dream in exchange for the ability to live his own life. Shouto found himself wondering if Izuku really knew what he had done that day. Even if he didn’t, Shouto knew his boyfriend would not change his decision. Because Izuku was loyal like that. His relationship with Bakugou was telling enough. His father would easily call Izuku foolish for it.

If Shouto were honest, he was only upset for one reason. At some point, whether either of them wanted to or not, Izuku was going to have to choose between Japan or him. There was just no feasible way to do both, at least in Shouto’s mind. It hurt to think about. What made it particularly rankling was that if Izuku had remained Quirkless… few of those people that Izuku would give him up for would have even cared what happened to him. Shouto himself never would have met him, either. He may not have even made it out of his first year.

He had never mentioned to his boyfriend just how low he had been then. He had hit some pretty low points since his first year but he now had friends and Izuku to keep him steady. He had not fallen back to that point in a while. Back then Shouto had hurt from the inside out. He had stopped caring. Yes he sniped and snarled at his father, but they both knew it was impotent… his father had found it irritatingly amusing some of the time. After all, the man had ripped out any real teeth or claws Shouto had a long time ago.

Shouto had been planning to overwhelm his opponents with his ice and take 1st place, then go home and hang himself with the medal. It was a last, desperate ‘fuck you’. Shouto was not stupid, deep down he knew he would never be able to replace All Might… not with ice alone. After all, most people despise winter and pray for spring or summer. Winter and all it brought was constantly used to personify all the things that humanity despised and feared. The sun, Shouto was not. He would have never replaced Japan’s Shining Sun, All Might.

But then, he met his own personal sun in the form of Midoriya Izuku, a boy that would cry at the drop of a hat, his heart too big for his body. Though lately, it had been doing its best to catch up. Shouto loved and hated it. He loved the feeling of being wrapped in Izuku’s strong arms, sheltered from the world and his worries. He hated it for pretty much the same reason. He had grown soft since they had been together. Shouto had stopped seeking safety or kindness long ago. But since Izuku, he had changed, so much so that Shouto could no longer bare to sleep alone.

Another heavy sigh drew Shouto’s attention back to Izuku. Right, he can wallow in his own issues later.

“Look, I know I am no expert, but honestly… there was a reason I singled you out as being related to All Might,” he started. Izuku groaned.

“No! Shouto we have talked about this... “ he complained, a hint of an unwilling smile in his voice. A smile pulled at his own lips in response.

“Let me finish. You constantly remind me of him… you are always smiling. You always leave a room better than when you found it. When you are present, I feel safer… like everything will be ok. You are so genuine in everything that you do, trust me… that is a rarity. And you care… so much…” Shouto said, letting all the words of praise out that he had often left behind his lips out of fear of being seen as insincere. Izuku lifted his head up from the pillow, eyes wide glistening with tears.

“Shouto…” Izuku whispered, his name sounding like a prayer.

“I am sure you are doing just fine.” Shouto said. “You saved Iida… you rescued Bakugou… you saved All Might at the USJ. You have saved countless lives including mine. If that does not qualify as making you a good future hero and symbol of peace… then… I fear for the rest of us,” Shouto said thickly, a lump growing in his throat. Izuku sat up and pulled Shouto into his arms, squeezing him. The warmth of his hug melted the lump in his throat, and it escaped him in the form of tears. He didn’t even know why he was crying. A wave of misery had just rolled over him and he was helpless to stop it.

For a long moment, the two clung to one another and cried. Once his sobs died down to sniffles, Shouto pulled away.

“Sorry, Izu, I don’t know what came over me,” he apologized roughly. Izuku wiped at his own eyes with his wrist.

“I think we both needed that. The accidental reveal… the Sports Festival… training… you and your sperm donor and just stress up to our eyeballs. Something was going to have to give,” Izuku sighed. But he did look better, Shouto’s chest had certainly felt lighter.

“Yeah,” Shouto conceded. They settled back into each other’s arms. After a while, Izuku let him go.

“Thank you for helping me through that, Shouto. It still floors me that you think so much of me,” he said with a chuckle. A small but genuine smile on his face.

“Same,” said Shouto feelingly. Izuku’s smile grew along with a blush on his face.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said. Shouto noticed that his boyfriend was still apprehensive but he was no longer pale. Shouto nodded. Izuku gets into a better position and finally clicks

play

. A block of text shows up explaining that the player is a detective hunting a serial killer named Lady Death. The detective has tracked her down to a motel.

The screen lights up to show a simple motel lobby. There were a few paintings to look at but nothing to really interact with, not even a person behind the reception desk. Izuku commented on how strange it was. He mentioned that horror games were usually about the atmosphere, at least according to Kaminari. Shouto snarked about trusting Kaminari as an expert on something. Izuku insisted that Bakugou agreed with him. After that, Shouto did not say anything else.

Izuku finally got tired of stalling and approached the elevator, hunching his shoulders. Shouto realized that he expected to be jump scared. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s midsection, offering reassurance. Izuku turned to him and smiled. Then he pressed the button to go up and waited. The elevator dinged. Izuku stepped on it and squeaked as the doors closed. Shouto squeezed him and Izuku’s unoccupied hand came to rest on Shouto’s.

The doors finally opened to a dark and empty hallway. Izuku whimpered. Instead of moving forward, he sat back both hands squeezing Shouto’s now. Shouto sighed and freed on of his hands from under Izuku’s and continued the game. The moment the character steps out of the elevator the lights in the hallway come one by one, buzzing in a creepy manner. Shouto was more concerned about the fact that Izuku’s hand was squeezing tighter and tighter with each light.

“Uh… Izu, I really mean no offense… but I need my hand,” Shouto finally said. Izuku immediately let go, eking out a weak apology. Thankfully, the final light takes a beat to turn on. When it does it is accompanied by a loud horn riff and the villain at the end of the hallway is illuminated. Izuku shrieked.

“OhnoOhnoOhnoOhnoOhno..! Nonononononononononno!!!!” he cried in terror as the villain, an unfinished model, comes tearing down the hallway towards them. Shouto was pretty much clueless about what to do given the game gave few instructions. Izuku’s panic was starting to rile up his own.

“I don’t know… can we go back…?” he asked, voice trembling vaguely. The model was getting closer and closer.

“I DON’T KNOW!” Izuku squealed, voice shrill with panic. Shouto was preparing to watch the character get slaughtered...

Then the villain tripped.

“Wha…?”

“Huh?” Shouto blinked at the screen as the villain continued to lay still, a vase and the table it had been sitting on the floor next to them. He then turned and blinked at his equally bewildered boyfriend. Izuku blinked back. Shouto looked back at the screen in time to watch it transition to the credits. After the credits, there was a single phrase:

Yeah that was it.

Then it went back to the start screen. Then it hit Shouto.

“Death trips!!!” Shouto howled before dissolving into uncontrollable laughter, snorting and squealing all the while. He hated his laugh no matter how many times Izuku said it was adorable. But there were two things that never failed to get a laugh out of him: puns and slapstick. They were often so unexpected that Shouto almost always laughed. Thus, he became conditioned to laughing at them which only made it worse. This game did both.

“S-shouto… I don’t… wait— pfft!” Izuku snorted before falling into a hysterical heap next to him. They laughed and laughed. Shouto clung to Izuku, moaning in pain but he couldn’t stop. Finally, their giggling faded into breathless wheezing. Once they got a hold of themselves, they turned back to the camera and thanked their followers before promising to do another non-horror related video soon. They saved the video and Izuku promised to edit it soon and post it. They stretched out on Shouto’s futon and happily basked in the peace that had settled over them.

They ended up falling asleep that way.

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thenamedragon · 4 years

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An astronaut beaver

TW: allusions to and mentions of sex

"This is... finished? Partly finished?" I didn't want to assume that the piece was incomplete just because pencil lines showed. I let pencil lines show sometimes. It just seemed like it wasn't quite done.

"Yeah, no, that's been like that for over a year now."

"Oh. Are they planning to finish it?"

"No. Well, I doubt it. They said they were going to paint it, started it, and then left all their supplies here. I haven't heard from them since."

My brain went in several directions as I tried to curb my excitement for potentially free art supplies. I guess they could tell, because they asked:

"Why? Do you want to finish it?"

YES.

"Yeah, that'd be cool. Do you know if they had a plan for it?"

"I mean, I don't care how you finish it. Anything you do will be better than what it looks like now."

Flattering.

"Cool! I can send you layouts for ideas. Once I have ideas, I mean."

"You don't have to do that. I'm sure whatever you do will be great."

I could tell they were looking at me out of the corner of my eye, in that way that made me feel like I needed to put another wall up. Instead, I imagined the canvas covered with a starry purple sky and a large astronaut beaver floating to the left. Was it intended to be sexual from the beginning? I still don't know. Or maybe it's more accurate to say I haven't decided yet.

"Ok. I'll probably send you layouts anyway. Just in case."

"Ok, whatever you want." They smiled - I could dig a moat as well - and we went back to their room to pick up where we left off.

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It was cold on the day we met. For summer, at least. I inspected my pants for stray hairs while I waited for them on the steps outside the bar. We went in together, ordered a couple beers, and walked through the bar to sit in the back. We talked for awhile. Or, they talked, and I mostly listened. I'm used to being the listener - I don't like to fill the air for the sake of filling it. I don't mind silence. Some people do, so they fill it, and I listen.

We got food and one more drink and then walked to their house. We played a game for... I'm not sure how long. I was a little crossed. It was late, though, and for all the talking, I couldn't tell what we wanted from each other. Or what I wanted from them.

I did know I wanted to sleep.

I said as much, and checked the bus schedule. They didn't do anything to stop me. Just gave me a short side hug on the stoop.

I'm not sure I'll see them again? I wondered on a loop on my way home. Or maybe we could be friends? I'm not sure if I care? I'm not sure I'll see them again? Or maybe we could be friends? I'm not sure if I care? I'm not sure if I care?

I slept like a rock.

---

"This is the stuff they left behind," they said, plopping a plastic bag onto the counter. "I'm not sure how much paint is actually there, but I can buy more if you need it."

"Sweet, sounds good. And thank you!" The bag felt pretty light for the amount of paint tubes in it. Still, paint is paint. I set aside the colors I would need, and then checked to see if they were still usable. You could hear dry paint shaking around some of them. How old was this paint? Just a year?

"What do you think?"

"Yeah..." I started. I didn't like feeling like I owe someone something, especially when communication about boundaries is lacking. But I was the one finishing this massive canvas so they didn't have to look at it like this! And for free! Yeah. "I'm going to need more paint."

We went to a hardware store together, a break from me muttering to myself about what order I should paint things in. I was still a little surprised that they were ok with the astronaut beaver. They didn't even blink.

In a moat building effort, I stuck to the far side of the sidewalk from them with my hands in my pockets. I hoped that my body language communicated I don't know how I feel about whatever it is that we're doing, so don't try doing anything cute. I had high expectations for the amount of detail and tone my body could convey, even though I already knew my body wasn't great at communicating. My tight lipped stiff kisses didn't seem to deter much. That was maybe because the rest of my body said other things. For whatever reason, opening my lips to use words seemed out of the question.

I took my hands out of my pockets to air them out briefly before shoving them back in. I couldn't tell if they noticed.

---

I was surprised when I heard from them again after our first... hangout? Date? It didn't matter. We watched their favorite movie, each sitting in our own chairs about five feet apart from each other. Yep, this is classically a friend thing. They asked if I just wanted to sleep over since it was so late already. That'd be nice. Still a friend thing? We laid next to each other, not even touching hands. I was flat on my back. Still a friend thing, I thought. And then, abruptly, not a friend thing. At least, not a friend thing by my understanding. The situationship wordlessly shifted, and I didn't know to where, or why. I kept my lips tight in uncertainty.

---

“Do you mind if I play music in here?” It wasn’t a question of whether or not I would be listening to music, more of a question of how I would be listening to music. Ear buds or speakers.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Cool.” I had two playlists downloaded, one a little slower and sadder than the other. I started with the other.

Everything I needed was on the floor in front of me. I had lightly drawn a general layout of things on the canvas, and had a plan written out in my sketchbook. Black layer first. Then purple. Then blue. Then light blue. That would be most of the painting, actually. The rest of it was just the astronaut beaver, and then adding star stuff at the end.

I sang as I worked, painting almost the entire canvas black. This really was easy work, as long as I followed my plan and adapted as needed. They hovered around for awhile, ducking in and out of the room, asking questions about the process. I didn’t mind any of this. In hindsight, it would have felt weird if they only watched me the whole time, or if they didn’t stop in at all. Somewhere in the middle was nice.

At one point, they stepped closer and hugged me around the waist from behind. I was pleasantly surprised, but tried not to show it.

“Oh. Hi.” It was nice being hugged - I craved that innocent human contact. But I was working now. My hands were covered in paint and several brushes would have needed cleaning. I kept working. They left without a word.

---

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you too, I’ll see you around.” I brought myself back to Earth from my buzzed daydreaming. I was enjoying my own little silence while they talked to a friendly stranger outside the bar. As they talked, I noticed they were having a soft power struggle with each other, mirroring the other’s posture, one upping their service industry horror stories. I laughed to myself and enjoyed my constructed silent space.

“Ready to go?”

“Yep.”

We walked back to my apartment, wandered up the stairs, and flopped down on my bed in a cuddle puddle. It wasn’t late, but I was sleepy anyways. We talked about random non consequential nothings. When there was a lull in the conversation, I sighed and filled the silence.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not really into sex. I’m asexual.”

“I kinda figured. At least something, like when you kept saying wait.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. It’s just, sometimes it’s hard to tell when to tell people, or how to tell people. And it’s more complex than a lot of people realize. It’s not all or nothing. Not for everyone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, asexual just means that someone doesn’t feel sexual attraction. Anything after that, like if people only sometimes feel sexual attraction, or have sex, or masturbate, or have relationships, and why, and with who, or how many people - that’s all different for everyone.”

I let that take up the air space for awhile. They let the silence be.

“Have people like... I don’t know. Do people respond well...?”

“Do you mean have people left because I’m asexual?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Some have.”

A breath of silence.

“I um... I kind of have some extra walls up because of it. Like I assume that people are going to leave when I tell them. So it’s easier... or I guess it feels safer to just not let people in that far.”

“That sucks.”

Thanks?

“Thanks.”

Another breath of silence.

“But you like making out, and stuff?”

“Yeah. Making out is fun. Most of the time. I’m not really into much else though.”

“Hm.”

I hoped they wouldn’t ask me to clarify. I knew I needed to practice communicating the “much else,” because the “much else” changed from person to person and how comfortable I was. But the “much else” was currently covered in several layers of shame.

“When we hang out... do you hope that I’ll touch you?”

My breath of silence. Will they ask me for specifics?

“Yes.”

They didn’t.

---

“I think it’s done,” I announced, already gathering up brushes to wash them. They wandered in, taking in the canvas from my point of view. I had stopped looking at it - any flaw that I noticed at this point would be a part of it.

“Looks nice.”

“Glad you like it. I’m not the one who has to look at it all the time.” They grinned.

“You know, I have another, much longer canvas that I was going to commission someone to paint. We should do it instead!”

I raised my eyebrow at them.

“I mean, you should paint it.”

I started putting paint away.

“If you want to.”

“Hmm,” I kept looking down as if I was focused on gathering supplies to clean, but really I was avoiding eye contact. I didn’t want to do it, and I didn’t want to say no to their face so immediately. Maybe I should have.

“I don’t know,” I said instead, “Maybe.”

“Yeah, just let me know.”

The thing was, I finally put together how I felt about whatever it was that we were doing. I didn’t like not being asked if they could kiss me. I didn’t want to kiss them. I didn’t like them telling me what I should do. I didn’t like listening all the time. Sometimes silence can just be silence without needing to be filled. I didn’t like how neither of us communicated the important things. And I didn’t know how to communicate that.

For whatever reason, using words seemed out of the question.

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Two: Game Console ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“Hey.”

“...hey!” Turning from her locker to look at Sasuke fully, Hinata takes a moment to adjust. It’s still taking some getting used to: him talking to her again. Only this past Summer did they finally break the years-long silence between them that bloomed from the loss of Sasuke parents, Mikoto and Fugaku. The time prior - where the pair of them had been best of friends - had then seemed like a bygone dream.

And now, it feels like she’s dreaming all over again. It’s strange, and yet...in some ways, it’s like they never stopped. But a lingering feeling makes her cautious: like if she makes one wrong move, he’ll just...leave again.

But she tries not to think about that.

“Doing anything tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Uh…” A moment to think. “I don’t think so?”

“You wanna come over? I just got a new game I’ve been waiting for in the mail.”

Hinata blinks. “...sure!”

She’s not much of a gamer herself - her father’s mostly against the idea of video games. Thinks they’re a superb waste of time. But he indulged her every so often as a child...mostly to keep her out of his hair. Hinata got a Gameboy for a birthday one year, and a Gamecube several after that. And recently, she saved up and got herself a Switch. Nintendo’s all she’s ever really branched into. Pokémon, Mario, Legend of Zelda...maybe childish in some eyes, but she grew up with them, and just...never really got into anything else.

Something tells her that’s not Sasuke’s style, though.

With the day over, they walk home together...which they’ve done since he started talking to her again. For the most part, they just chat and walk. But every so often, he’ll glance her way, and she suddenly feels shy all over again.

She tells herself she’s just...still adjusting to it. That’s all.

“So, um...what game did you get?”

“It’s a zombie game.”

“Z...zombies…?”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of zombies, Hyūga.”

Her cheeks puff with a pout - partly at him calling her a scaredy cat, but mostly because he’s still calling her by her surname despite her insistence otherwise. “I’m not scared, they’re just...creepy.”

“Which means you’re scared of them.”

“No I’m not!”

“Then how do you feel about them?”

“I just...don’t like them.”

“Are you sure you still want to come over, then?”

“I won’t be playing it, so...i-it’s fine.”

“You play any games, Hyūga?”

“Yes!”

“Let me guess: cutesy ones. Or dating sims.”

“What? No! I...I play, um...retro...games.”

“Retro.”

“Yes.”

“Like…?”

“M...Mario. And Zelda. And...Pokémon…”

She fades into silence, expecting him to poke fun at her.

“Classics. Can’t go wrong with those.”

Or...he’ll like them? “...my dad doesn’t like video games. Says they’re useless. So I don’t really have a lot to play...”

“So are most hobbies. Hobbies are just ways to waste time and keep your brain busy. Show him one of those articles talking about how they help people with Alzheimer's. Maybe he’ll change his tune.”

“They do…?”

“I think so. Something like that. And, there’s people who play games for a living. Streamers, professionals on competitive teams...there’s money in it if you do it right. But, for most of us...it’s just a way to engage our brains and not be totally bored. Like a book...but better.”

That earns a small snort. “Hey, books aren’t bad!”

“No, but games are better.”

“That’s your opinion, Sasuke - not a fact.”

“And some opinions are better than others.”

Hinata just rolls her eyes as they turn onto the proper block. She doesn’t remember him being so...sassy. But then again, he’s a teenager now. The last time they really spoke was when he was seven.

How things change.

Heading into the house, Sasuke kicks off his shoes. “We’re probably here alone. Itachi’s gonna be home for the weekend but I don’t see his car yet. Shisui’s working, and so’s Manami. Staying for dinner?”

“Um...I guess -?”

“Okay, cool - we do takeout most nights cuz she works too late to really cook.”

That earns a frown. “...well, I could make so-”

“You’re a guest, you’re not gonna cook for us.”

“But I’d be happy to! I cook at home a-all the time!”

Pausing at the base of the stairs, he looks back at her. “...well, guess I can’t stop you from digging through all our stuff.”

“T-that’s not what I -!”

“I’m kidding, Hyūga. Do whatever you want.” Something shifts in his gaze. “...you’re home now...remember?”

She stills.

“...come on, let’s go boot up my game.”

Stepping into Sasuke’s room is like opening a time capsule, but...in reverse. It’s completely different from when he was a little boy. Posters litter the walls, and bookshelves are full of games, CDs, movies, and figures of...something. She doesn’t recognize any of it. A high-end PC sits on a desk, case glowing softly as it sleeps. It’s otherwise tidy, and he collapses into a beanbag chair in front of a flat screen TV, complete with a game console, once it’s all powered up.

“So...what one do you have?”

“PS4. Drives Naruto nuts cuz he’s a Microsoft fanboy.”

Hinata blinks. She...has no idea what that means. “Um…?”

“...he has an Xbox. We can’t really play together much.”

“...oh!”

“What do you got?”

“Um...a-a Switch. And...I still have my Gamecube.”

“Yeah, retro,” Sasuke replies with a grin as she goes pink. “Well, have a seat.”

Eyeing the beanbag next to him, she asks, “Which one of us is retro again…?”

“Hey, I think they’re comfy.”

Hinata eases into one, immediately feeling like it’s swallowing her up.

“I had it downloading and installing all day while I was at school, so we’re all good to go.” Sasuke boots up the game, navigating his way through the console menu, game startup, and then finally into the game itself. As expected of a zombie title, it’s dark, grim, and immediately spooky.

Hinata sinks a bit more into her seat.

The introductory level isn’t too bad...but it segues with a jumpscare that makes her eep.

“C’mon now Hyūga, we’ve only just started!”

“T-that wasn’t fair! It...it jumped out, and -”

“You wanna play?”

“N-no!”

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure! It - it’s too -!”

“What?”

“Scary!”

He just smirks, apparently prideful he got her to admit it. “C’mere.”

“What?”

“We’ll play together. Come sit with me.”

She’s...not exactly sure what he means. With him? These beanbags aren’t huge, she can’t exactly sit with him on it. Not unless...they…

Seeing his expectant look as the game pauses, she heaves a small sigh before managing to free herself from her own. Standing nearby, she curls a hand at her chest hesitantly. “...um -”

“Here.” Controller in one hand, he uses the other to tug her down to...sit between his knees. Arms around her and holding the device at her front, he says, “You tell me where to go.”

“B-but -?”

“You’ve clearly got better reflexes than me. You jumped a whole second before I even knew that scare happened.”

Another pout. But it’s hard to concentrate of being miffed when she really has no choice but to lean back on him to make room for his grip. Hinata’s heart pounds in her chest, all too aware of just how much of her is currently touching him.

“Where to next?”

“...u-uh...l-left?”

Off he goes, watching from over her shoulder as he stares at the screen. No matter how many times Hinata glances to him, his gaze doesn’t waver.

Unlike hers.

They continue like that for a while, Hinata giving directions and Sasuke following. Every time a zombie comes up she can’t help a sound of fright, one so bad she actually turns and buries herself into Sasuke’s shoulder.

Above her, unseen, he grins.

And, of course, it’s right then that Itachi opens the door. “Sasuke, have you heard from -?”

Both teens turn to look at him, and Hinata immediately goes bright pink.

The elder brother blinks, but otherwise doesn’t seem phased. “Have you heard from Manami or Shisui yet tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Hm...I’m going to go give them a call. Any preference on dinner orders?”

“I-I can make dinner!”

Both brothers look to Hinata, whose eyes are wide and face pink, but otherwise determined.

“Hinata, that’s not nec-”

“I know! I-I want to!”

Itachi perks a brow. “...well, all right then. Let me see if I can get ahold of them, and...we’ll plan from there.”

“...’kay!”

He takes his leave, and Sasuke looks down at her.

“...what?”

“...nothing. C’mon, we can do another level before he gets back.”

OMG I've wanted to continue Day 63 FOREVER and I finally took the opportunity xD I dunno why this prompt jumped out at me to, but it did! This is a follow-up of the piece where Hinata and Sasuke were childhood friends in a modern-day verse...until he lost his parents and became reclusive. They had a brief reunion at the end of 63, and...I finally continued it! With some fluffy shenanigans to counter the angst of the first part, lol But yeah, that'll do it for tonight! I had a rather long day including treating a sick moo, so...I'm gonna call it a night. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha itachi #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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