I kinda struggle with the "Family Proclamation," but not in the way most people do

"By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families." It's a small thing, and when I see quotes from the Proclamation, it skips this part over. But I can't

I'm left wondering "what's wrong with me." I want to be a good Father, and a good Priesthood Holder (neither of which I had growing up), but I want to be the parent staying home. Me & my wife discuss, and we go back & forth on this issue, but we won't even have kids for a few years. It shouldn't be an issue then, but it is

I love cleaning the house, making dinner, and all those those activities that would've been called "women's work" in the savage ages. I have trouble holding down a job, no matter how much I like it (in fact, I try harder when I dislike it, for some reason). And this leads me to ask "how can God love me as much as other people, when he made them according to his divine design, but makes me against it." It's like when I realized I was attracted to my best friend (who was also AMaB), and wondered why God made me that way

It's kind of a stupid thing to get hung up on. I was able to keep my testimony from the worst slander the Baptists could throw at me (and I mean dig deep for stuff like "Adam-God" or "Blood Atonement"), from my own discovery of bisexuality, from my Liberal politics, from literally being told I couldn't go to the Celestial Kingdom because I didn't want to be sealed to my abusive mother (fun fact, I first met my wife when I was crying about that particular gem), but I struggle with this!? And I still believe the Book of Mormon is true, and Joseph Smith was a Prophet (as well as Brigham & having the Apostolic Authority, reinforced by the Savior visiting Lorenzo Snow). So, is this a case of God wanting me to suffer, or the Church getting it wrong?

And there's ways around it. My wife says we fall under "Disability, death, or other circumstances," which "may necessitate individual adaptation" (I have ADHD, Autism (which is just self diagnosed for now), and Depression). My father says I'm "providing for the necessities by making sure my wife is able to not worry about home." Both, while possibly true, just don't strike with me. But why can't I accept them!?

Whatever the answer, I hold on to the Testimony I have, that men are that they might have joy. Not joy in some far off future, but here and now. That we are called to build Zion, and I will do my part (even if the part of Zion I'm called to is only found in my home. Or even if it's across the world). That the Savior is my perfect example, whether I stay at home, or go abroad

But, I'm hoping for an answer sooner rather than later. Obviously, I'm looking for Work (Amazon is firing me because their Health Leave policy is crap, and they should obviously make a guy who is regularly passing out work but heavy machinery that has killed people before), because damn it, I don't want my kids to survive, but thrive. I'll work as much as I can to save up for them, and for mine & my wife's retirement. But if we ultimately decide, when we have them, that I'll be the parent staying home with the kids, I don't want to be constantly consumed with thoughts that I'm defying God's will

(And I do understand how heartless this may sound to the Queer Mormon Community. I'm in a Straight passing marriage (to someone I'm actually attracted to), and will hopefully have kids one day. In the Church where we're constantly told that's the ideal. I am not trying to be whiny, or take attention from the issue of Queerphobia in the Church, because it is an issue, and people are obviously struggling more than me. I hope it doesn't come across like I'm entitled or trying to say I'm suffering on the same level as some other people. I'm sorry if it does, and I'll do better next time)

Ep1: wuji still fucking slays

I've watched some parts of this show more often than other parts, but I would estimate this is my...fourth or fifth rewatch, it has been a solid two years

god I forgot how long the op is. unlike netflix, viki doesn't have a 'skip intro' option

SECT LEADERS YAO AND OUYANG APPEAR BEFORE ANY OTHER NAMED CHARACTER BESIDES WWX. SCREAM

read in a joke yaoyang fic once that they did attack each other during that fight but I assumed the fic author made it up

editing is really overwrought, especially in this first ep. far too many fast zooms imo. seems clumsy and juvenile, tho I know a lot of editing on this show is really good. sets and music and (eventual) character work more than make up for it

don't really like this first ep tbh.

subtitles are WAY different than netflix's. I can hardly follow what the characters are saying sometimes

wwx's voice is way deeper than I remember, too

this confused me so bad but it's nice to have a reminder that wwx IS in his og body, but mxy always concealed his face so the mos don't actually know what he looks like and so wwx showing up to replace him doesn't seem weird to them. they must have been very similar in height, build, skin tone, etc. lucky coincidence

wwx looks so handsome in those beige robes gotta say

he mentions that peanuts and wine both don't taste as good as they used to, which is a curious addition that I assume is temporary because he doesn't mention it again. and because he's chugging that emperor's smile later like it's the only solace in this cold harsh world

WUJI!!!! the emotions I felt when it started during the first flashback to lwj....GOD what a fucking good song. all the music in this show is good but wuji is just hitting it out of the park. ACHING yearning. HIGH romance. POWERFUL pathos.

oh shit ding and tong were sweethearts in the book but I forgot they were also in the show, tho only briefly

this was also in the book. they have protective sigils sewn into their robes, which is implied here but I guess I missed it when I watched it the first few times. honestly a lot of this is still quite confusing to me

you know I give lsz a lot of crap for being so boring but it was genuinely very nice to see him be like 'please respect disabled people and be kind to them and believe them when they make accusations against people more powerful than them' bc wwx does a similar thing in the next episode and I feel like it's one of those things that gets swept under the rug amidst the louder themes of the story but besides just being a 'good' and polite boy he genuinely does care about and advocate for people who are denigrated and mistreated by the more powerful figures in their society

is it just me or is this shot kind of horny

wwx's reaction to lwj actually does make sense to me because he's still clearly mooning over him but he also can't trust that lwj will be on his side considering that in the past he kind of wasn't and wwx is probably still a bit paranoid and mistrustful so it makes sense? he's very sad about like. being reminded of him + knowing what he can't have and also is kind of freaked out at the idea of seeing him again

I FORGOT THEIR MONEY IS CHUNKS OF SPRAYPAINTED ROCK AND STARTED LAUGHING OUT LOUD. I LOVE THIS SHOW

EYYYY LITTLE APPLE!!!!!!!!!!!! I fucking love little apple bro

THERE HE IS!!!!!!!!!!! RED AND BLACK LEGEND IS BACK!!!!

Personal highlights: ep1

wwx going 'lan zhan' all heartfelt and gutted when playing wuji on the piece of grass

sexy lwj hand shot

the way that money looks

Prompt 9: Fair

To Bosuko Suko's credit, he knew when to back down.

Even as he smirked over Broti's obvious cowardice (the man was practically cowering behind Roaring's calves) he was still outwardly polite and cordial with the roegadyn, and without much prodding owned up to taking advantage of what had, on paper, been a mostly fair deal. Broti had come armed with his ledgers and future projections showing that had the other male just kept his end of the bargain they were actually positioned to increase both their incomes exponentially; by taking the lazy way out Bosuko had only harmed his long-term profits, something he was also willing to concede to.

Dissolving the contract did not take long -- both men agreed to simply end things with neither party owing the other anything, even if something were to come along that technically fell under the agreement (such as a future shipment, or payment owed). Broti had strapped Roaring's coin purse to his shoulders like an oddly shaped backpack, to leave his hands free to carry the ledgers, and was practically skipping along at his side as they left Bosuko's office in one of the more opulent corners of Ul'dah's administrative areas.

"I-I can't believe it... I'm free! Haha! Free!"

"Remember your half of this agreement," Roaring said, voice low out of consideration and privacy.

Broti's smile faltered and he ducked his head. "I...yeah, I um, I know. I just... How?"

The roegadyn took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "How did you begin here?"

"Ah, well, I um - I found the owner of the space my stall is in, and I um, applied to use the space and we struck a deal and- Oh. I, I guess I should...just...do that wherever I end up?"

Roaring nodded.

Broti huffed. "But where should I go? I've never been outside of Thanalan... D-doesn't Limsa Lominsa have pirates? And Doma is so far away... And-"

Roaring tuned out the man's babblings as his linkpearl chimed softly in his ear; pressing a finger to it he was surprised to hear Tataru's chipper greeting.

"Hello, my favorite hero! I don't suppose you'd have time to come discuss a couple things in person? About that personal project I mentioned last month, I mean."

Ah, right... Something about an island somewhere. She'd briefly spoke to him about it and said she'd have more information soon. "Where?"

"Currently I'm in Sharlayan - do you mind coming here?"

"No." He glanced down to where Broti was still yammering along beside him - not even being out of breath in trying to keep up with the roegadyn's stride had put a stop to the words spilling out of him, and he seemed completely oblivious to the fact Roaring wasn't listening or offering any kind of opinion or response to his 'dilemma.' ...and that gave Roaring an idea. "Can you or Krile arrange entry paperwork for one more? Lalafell male. Merchant. Broti Boboti."

"I...can, but why? Who even is that?"

"Acquaintance. I'll explain when we're there."

Tataru giggled in his ear. "All right then, I'll see what we can do. I'll see you on the next ship in!"

The linkpearl went silent; Broti still had not.

Roaring bent down and grabbed his coin purse, lifting it and Broti attached to it clear off the ground.

"WAH- HEY!" Broti yelped, dropping his ledgers and swinging limply in the air. "What are you doing?!"

After picking up the dropped books Roaring headed off toward the apartment block he knew Broti lived in, able to navigate the crowd much more quickly without having to keep Broti's tinier stature in mind. Broti looked mortified at being toted like a handbag and had covered his face not long after Roaring had set off and stumbled a bit when he was plunked down on the doorstep leading into the main building.

"Pack."

"P-pack? Pack what? What's um, what's going on? Where are we going?"

"Just pack for several days. Bring your ledgers, inventory list, and business plan."

Broti stared up at him. "But where are we going?"

"Away from Ul'dah," Roaring replied.

He turned and left, able to feel Broti's bewilderment as a tangible presence in the air. If Broti wasn't going to be decisive then Roaring would be for his sake, as well as his own sanity; Tataru would surely know what to do with him or where to send him to find a fair deal and a new life somewhere.

Fingers Through Johnny's Hair - Part 2

Part 1

I heard you guys wanting me to continue this story so here it is! I'm so sorry for it to take so long. I took a long break from Tumblr as I was not in the mindset to write but I'm definitely there now. Enjoy!

Characters: Johnny Depp x Reader

Summary: Continuation of the blossoming story between you and Johnny. He really shows how much of a gentleman he can be.

Warning: Fluff

I opened the door to my empty apartment switching on the lights. I unzipped my black boots at the door and took off my coat. It was finally the end of busy week and I felt it. I wanted to shower, have dinner and chill for the rest of the night.

I walked over to the kitchen and looked in the fridge to see what potential could be tonight's dinner and caught my eye on a Chinese menu on the fridge door.

I took it and glanced at it

"Treat yourself y/n" I mumbled to myself feel the hunger build in my stomach.

My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter tearing me away from my hungry thoughts.

Frances: I think you're going to love me ;)

Seeing the winky face, I was suddenly worried wondering what she was up to. I couldn't seem to have one quiet weekend since I met her. She seemed to always invite me to small get togethers with other people in the company. I didn't want to come across as cold and uninterested in getting to know her and the people around her so I would hesitantly go.

After 3 weekends in a row, I could feel the pain, spending through my paychecks.

Y/n: What you up to now?

I put down my phone still pondering over the menu when my phone buzzed again.

Frances: I may have given someone your number... I think you'll know very soon, who that is.

I stared at my phone for far to long, making sure I read the text right. I felt my palms get slightly clammy from the thought of who it was.

Y/n: Frances! What have you done now ?!

My phone started vibrating continuously. A phone call. A random number. A number I didn't know. I put my phone down on the counter feeling myself instantly freak out. I brought my hands up to my head, making myself focus on breathing.

I picked up my phone and cleared my throat. I took one more deep breath and swiped across the screen.

"Hello?" I said confidently, trying to not let on knowing who was on the other side.

"I didn't think you were going to pick up there for a second" A familiar male voice chuckled lightly

"It's Johnny, by the way" He continued.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be on the other end" I lied.... poorly.

I touched my cheeks feeling them radiate heat. I began to fan myself with my other hand.

"I hope you don't mind. I asked Frances for your number." He explained in his ever so velvet voice.

"Of course not! Ha." I forced a laugh.

I pranced back and forth in my kitchen, trying to calm myself down.

"What the hell is wrong with me" I mouthed to myself bringing my hand up to my temple.

"So I was wondering if you would like to get a drink with me tonight? Only if you're free, of course." He asked

I couldn't get over how polite he was. I also couldn't believe this was real.

"I would love to get a drink with you, Johnny" I smiled to myself.

It was just surreal saying his name out loud.

"Would 7pm be okay for you?" Johnny asked

I looked at my watch, noting it was 5:30pm

"P-perfect" I stuttered

"I'll text you the address of this little place I know" I could sense him smiling when saying that.

"I can't wait, see you at 7pm" I grinned to myself like a fool.

"See you soon, Y/N"

My heart skipped a beat when he said my name. I felt somewhat stupid for having this reaction from him but it felt amazing at the same time.

I stood in there, staring at my phone for what felt like a couple of minutes.

I snapped out of my daze and immediately rang Frances.

"Hey! I was about to call you" Frances said cheerfully.

"I can't believe you!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Look, I had nothing to do with it! I swear" I imagined Frances having her hand on her chest when saying that.

"Sssuurree" I rolled my eyes.

"Let me explain. I just got home, I was cracking open a bottle of wine. My phone started ringing" She paused for a brief second and I could hear a quiet gulp of said wine.

"I picked it up and it was Johnny. We had a bit of a chat and we landed on your name for some reason" She continued.

I walked over to my bedroom mindlessly while clinging on to her every word.

"He chimed in about how he really enjoyed getting to know you that one day. I told him from what I know, that you're single-"

"Frances! Could you be anymore obvious?!" I blurted out sitting on the edge of my bed in shock.

"Look, honey when you get to my age, y-you have to get to the point." She hiccupped

"Oh god, continue" I brought my thumb up to my mouth picking at my half broken nail.

"It clearly didn't scare him away. He asked if it would be okay to have your number. That was that. You know the rest." She sighed

"I'm freaking out a little" I whispered

"I know you are. But you have nothing to worry about. You're a smart, kind, beautiful girl and Johnny probably seeing all of that. You'll be fine. He's a sweetheart" She reassured me.

I smiled to myself, feeling a warm comforting sensation in my stomach. Frances was one of those people who really knew how to comfort people. It was a gift she had.

"I don't even know what to wear" I whispered looking over to my closet seeing all my clothes hung.

"Those are the minor details honey. You'll be fine. Now clean yourself up and call me after. Tell me every detail. Promise?" She assured

"Promise" I grinned.

"Talk to you soon"

"Bye" I hung up and bounced to the bathroom and began the process of getting ready.

_____

I stepped out of the cab just outside this quant little restaurant. I readjusted my simple black cocktail dress and small black heels. I didn't want to go too out there in case this was more casual than I thought. I walked up to entrance and patted my hair down making sure nothing got too disturbed on my travels.

I opened the door and there was a host greeting me.

"Would you like me to take your coat ma'am?" He smiled reaching his arm out.

"Yes, that would be great, thank you" I gently shrugged off my coat and handed it to him.

I looked around and Johnny wasn't wrong, this place was small but intimate. About half of the restaurant was full and the smell of delicious food was in the air. My stomach was screaming at this point but I just didn't have an appetite being a bundle of nerves.

"I'm here to meet someone." I told the host

"Mr. Depp?" He glanced down at the book and smiled.

"Yes, that would be him" I grinned feeling my stomach drop again.

"This way, Ma'am" He step away from his table and directed me around, I walked past a couple of tables of people talking quietly and enjoying their meals.

"Here you go" I looked over to see Johnny getting up from his seat, smiling at me.

I was immediately dazzled by seeing him coming towards me. I shook my head slightly bringing myself back to the present.

"Hi" I grinned walking over to the table

"Hi" He leaned over giving me a light hug before gesturing to the seat pulled out for me.

I gave a general glance to see him wearing a fitted navy shirt with the first few top buttons undone. His sleeves rolled up making some of his tattoos peeking through. His hair was messy in a sexy way, making me want to run my fingers through it again knowing how soft it was.

"I'm so glad you made it" He grinned.

"Me too, this place is so beautiful" I looked around see the delicate decor. It felt like I was in Paris.

"I got us a table near the window, I hope you don't mind. I like to people watch" He beamed

"I don't mind, I love people watching too" I agreed.

Our server came over asking what I would want to drink. He asked me if I wanted to look at the wine menu for tonight.

"Actually, by any chance do you have Kraken?" I asked

"Yes, we do ma'am" He answered

"Could I have that, neat?" I could feel Johnny's stare on me.

"Perfect" The server walked away, checking in on other tables while walking back.

I brought my eyes back to Johnny who was looking at me in a peculiar way. His mouth slightly open and curious maybe?

"You must like your rum. I admire that" He smirked taking a sip from what looked like an old-fashioned.

"I never could get into wine. I find it too bitter." I grimaced thinking of the last time I had it.

"Yeah, I feel the same way" He chuckled.

I took a drink from my water, feeling my throat instantly rehydrate.

"You look beautiful tonight, by the way" He leaned in bringing his dark warm eyes to mine.

I could feel myself blush. My throat was dry again in that second.

"You look better" I smirked

"I really doubt that" He chuckled lightly

We gazed into each other eyes for a second. I looked down, feeling myself heat up intensely.

We ordered our food and continued to talk about our lives. He kept asking about things going on in my life. Every now and again I tried steering the conversation towards him. I told him I bartended for 5 years, before my journey as a hairstylist, and asked me to taste his old fashioned and rate it.

"I give it a solid 7" I said tasting the lingering flavours in the back of my throat.

I gave the glass back to him and noticed I left a little lipstick stain on the side.

"A 7, really?" He questioned jokingly.

"Well every bartender has their own way of how a old-fashioned is made. There's a couple of different methods to go about it" I explained.

"I never thought I would find someone explaining the concepts of a drink to me so attractive" He teased, bringing his glass up to his mouth looking down and noticing the lipstick stain, but continuing to bring it to his mouth and take a sip. He brought his eyes back to me and licked his lips.

I could feel my heartbeat in my ears and shifted in my seat slight to ease the heat I felt between my thighs.

We decided to share dessert as we were both full but wanted to end on something sweet. We got a bowel of ice cream and taking small spoonfuls we both started looking out the window people watching.

Half way through the ice cream I forgot I had lipstick on. It's not something I wear on the daily.

Johnny looked at me and an amusing smile came upon his face.

"What?" I smiled reaching up to feel any food on my face.

"I think you smeared some of your lipstick" He chuckled and pointed at his face to show where it was.

"Oh no" I frown embarrassed and picked up my napkin and began to rub where he shown. I felt so stupid. So close to the end as well.

"Here, let me. It's not very much" He leaned over the table.

I slowly lowered my napkin hesitantly avoiding to meet his eye.

"Do you mind?" He asked gesturing at his thumb, he licked it and made sure I was okay with what he was going to do next.

I shook my head giving him permission and feeling his hand caress my jawline while his thumb every so lightly rubbed the edge of my mouth. I looked up into his eyes and he was completely focused on my lips but bringing his stare to meet mine. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and feeling my breath get caught in my throat. He stopped and we admired each other before our server came over and interrupted us.

"Uh- would that be all for tonight?" He asked looking at both of us.

I looked behind him to see the last table was about to get up and leave.

How long were we here? I looked at my watch to see it coming to midnight.

"Oh yes, sorry. The bill, thank you" Johnny smiled appreciatively

"I didn't realise what time it was" I said bewildered by time flying.

"I know" Johnny smirked before getting handed the bill.

"Oh Johnny, let me at least pay half" I offered reaching for my purse,

"No, I asked you out on this date, so it's only fair I pay" He said assertively.

I gotten taken aback when he said date. I knew it was a date but I was second guessing myself. I smiled to myself and watch Johnny take out his card and placing it with the bill. He was so handsome but genuine and down to earth. I could watch him all day.

He hooked his hair behind his ear and brought his attention back to me. He reached for my hand and softly caressed my knuckles.

"I really enjoyed tonight Y/n" He looked at me with gentle eyes bringing his stare down to my lips every now and again.

"I haven't had this much fun on a date it awhile" I giggled.

I looked down at our hands not believing that we were touching even though I could feel him.

The server came back with the bill and Johnny signed off on it. We both got up and made our way to the entrance waiting for our coats.

"Do you live far?" He asked taking the coat off the host and helping me put it on.

"Not too far, I'll be able to get a cab" I assured him.

"Thank you, you're a gentleman" I complimented feeling spoiled on how I was being treated tonight.

"I'm only doing the bare minimum" He shrugged his coat on and readjusted his collar.

"Well then you have a high standard for the bare minimum" I chuckled.

Before I could even reach for the door he had his hand on the handle and opened it for me, gesturing me to go through.

I looked at him and smiled in appreciation.

We stood outside, coming accustom to the cold winter chill in the air.

"I would love to take you out again, if you would like to?" He asked putting his hands in his pockets.

"I would love that" I grinned.

He raised his arm as he saw a cab came by and opened the door for me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and we hugged. He released me but brought his hand up to my face. His face was merely inches away.

"I've been staring at your lips all night. Would be okay if I gave you a goodbye kiss?" He asked flickering between both of my eyes.

I nodded feeling myself going into shock realising what is happening. I looked down at his soft tender lips and felt him lean in. His thumb continued to caress my cheek and our lips met. He was light and gentle. I could feel him lean in a little more. I opened my mouth slightly wanting to taste his tongue. He brushed his tongue against mine just enough. He pulled away keeping his hand on my cheek.

"Good night Y/n" He took a step back letting me into the cab.

"Good night Johnny" I said before he closed the door and I watched as he disappeared as we drove away.

I sat there for 5 minutes. Just looking out the window, digesting everything that just happened. I could still feel his lips against mine. He was so delicious and my core was blazing.

I took out my phone knowing Frances is waiting for all the details. But I don't think I'll tell her everything. I'll leave somethings just between Johnny and I.

Still into you

A/n: idk where this idea came from but all of a sudden it was inspired by still into you by paramore - also proposal warning and fluff😂

The cool wood met your feet as you walked around your home, tidying up the dirty house that was a result of a stressful period. Both you and Luke getting lost in the whirlwind of life, in between work, social gatherings and responsibilities there hasn’t been a lot of time for neither your relationship nor taking care of the home you had build together.

The slow Saturday morning that had met your eyes as you woke up next to Luke for the first time in weeks had set your domestic inspiration on fire. The counters were cleaner than ever before, the floor shined like a million stars and no clutter were to be spotted. As your home came together your mind wandered off. Luke was hidden somewhere in the house desperately trying to finish the latest track so he could spend some time with you. He knew the last couple of weeks had been hard on each of you and possibly even harder on your relationship, he wanted to make it up to you and take you out, somehow work still took up some of his day, much more than he had expected.

Around 5 pm you stared at your phone, you had waited for Luke to walk out of his office. Closing the door behind him and diving into mending your relationship, instead you had been left to yourself once again. Annoyed you made your way to the kitchen, getting ready to make dinner for the two of you. The slight anger you had felt started to fade away as you heard the loud muffling and grunts of frustration conning from your boyfriend. You were so proud of him and everything he had accomplished, sometimes it was hard to remember that he didn't ignore your existence on purposes, he was just really stressed and pressed. As you remembered this you felt happy that you were allowed to be there for him. Even on the lowest nights you were still into him.

Placing dinner down you shuffled your music before heading off to his office. Politely you knocked on the door before cracking it open, he looked over his shoulder before turning all the way around. A smile was on his face as he saw you standing there "hi baby" his voice was soft and all frustration was left somewhere else "hi Lu, dinner is ready." His tall body stood and he took you into a hug, hasty lips pressing a kiss to the top of you head. Dinner was eaten with a genuine conversation flowing between the two of you, almost as if time has stood still. Every time your eyes look into his while he was laughing you heart skipped a beat and the rest of the world became irrelevant.

Hours later you were in bed, head resting against Luke for what felt like the first time in years. Butterflies erupted as he leaned closer and whisper "I love you, my pretty girl" the smile that took over your features made your cheeks hurt, content your lurked back "and I love you."

You both laid there in silence until Luke tucked you further into his side "I wondered, do you have time to give me your whole day tomorrow" peaking your interest you lifted your head and faced him, eyes searching for his. With a confused look you nodded slightly hesitant.

You were awoken by his lips kissing all over your body, hands cupping every curve as if he had forgotten the body he has roamed for so many years. A strained moan slipped from your lips "Good. Morning. Baby" each word was punctuated with a kiss, you giggles before slinging an arm around him, forcing his lips to meet yours "morning handsome." He took his sweet time allowing your both to wake up in a gentle way. After getting ready he took you out for breakfast, the car ride was filled with your favorite songs, and on the way to your second location he played Our Song by Taylor Swift, and he loved how you got so into it. The out of pitch voice that belonged to you made his heart sing, and your little dance that went with the song made him beam with pride of calling you his.

Arriving at the second location, it finally made sense to you why he had told you to wear athletic clothes. You were at the spot where you had had your first date together. A nice tracking trail that led you around a lake, where you both enjoyed to take a nice cooling dip. Today was no different, as you reached the usual spot you raced each other, Luke being the first to reach the water with his long leg. He disappeared into the water and you followed closely. A high pitched sound left your lips as he sneaked closer to you, tossing you into the deep blue. Ready with perked lips as you emerged from the water. The day was filled with love and laughter, everything you needed. Hands were intertwined as your reached the car, he opened the door for you and gave you a kiss before driving you home.

A few hours later you were ready to leave the house again, this time dressed fancier as Luke had asked you to do. He took you to a rooftop restaurant, no one was there but the two of you. Luke was romantic but never like this, and you appreciated that he put in the work. Through dinner laughters was shared and deeper thoughts, wishes and dreams and future hopes were tossed across the table. Leaving you both with butterflies catching on fire. You melted as he looked as you, his icy blue eyes so warm that they burned with love. As dinner was finished he took you for a walk at the beach. You loved the beach. Hand in hand as you shared life, the small gesture making your both feel better. The loud crashing sound of the waves reminded you of how strong your relationship is, as you had overcome all the doubt of the world.  Your walk came to a halt as you reached Luke's destination, in front of you were a scene straight out of a movie. Blankets scattered on the sand, fairy lights lighting up the dim scene. Luke pulled you onto the blankets, hands resting on your hip as you stood face to face. The lukewarm air suddenly was filled with the tones of your song "still into you". Luke sang the song while holding you close, your arms wrapped around his neck. Tears evident in your eyes, and his as well.

The song came to an end and Luke kneeled in front of you, a gasp left your lips before your hands were clasped over it. Luke chuckled and took a shaky breath " wow can't believe I'm doing this" he laughed again and you joined in "me neither" your eyes met before he continued " baby, we've been together for years, and it’s real life so there has been ups and downs, but even on the worst nights I'm still into you. Even when we are screaming at each other with tears and snot running down our faces I'm into you. There is nothing that could take me away from you. You are my sun and my moon. Everything in one person. My happiness and my future. So dear y/f/n would you do me the honor of marrying me?" You were full on sobbing at this point, hands shaking and knees weak. You recalled the talk you had with your mother after the first date "he is the one mom" and the first time you met his mom and accidentally heard him say "she is the one mom" and now here you were, he was on his knee, and you were ready to scream yes from the top of your lungs. "Yes, god yes Luke" relief flashed on his beautiful face before he pulled you into a kiss that meant so much more than any words ever could. The beautiful ring was slipped onto your finger and just like that you were tied together forever.

✨Haikyu Headcanon(s) of the Evening! ✨

Author's Note: These are just lil' roomate headcanons I came up with cause I just wanted some so I decided to make some! Anyways this is a part 1 out of 2 (I think and hopefully) and as always I hope y'all enjoy! 😊 ~Pidge

Miya Atsumu:

• God this chaotic bastard where do I even start

• Well let's just say you were looking for a roomate and stuff and welp he took the opportunity and idk why but you accepted him (I guess he checked all the boxes for you congrats🎉🎉🎉)

• Now actually LIVING with him can either be a pain in the ass or quite enjoyable

• He gets up at a decent time, early for volleyball (maybe 7-8am) but SLEEPS IN when he doesn't have to go. (I believe like 2-3pm at times) one time you thought he was dead and almost called the hospital, he almost smacked you for that 🤣

• I see him as not being the apartment that often cause of volleyball but he'll be in the apartment just to chill or just to annoy ur ass if he's bored.

• HE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE DESINGNATED MOVIE NIGHTS!!! he also might invite ya know bo, hinata and sakusa but there's sometimes where he just wants to chill with u~

• I believe he's not really a good cook and you would have to make most of the meals or at least remind him to have a decent meal once in a while (if your not a good cook welp... y'all will suffer together I guess)

• He'd be snacking CONSTANTLY I👏SWEAR👏 (This is why ya gotta remind him to have decent meals all the time). I mean there will be nothing in your pantry. It's a literal compition that he wins most of the time to who gets the last packet of pocky. Smh 😑

• I feel like his room would be half messy and half not? Like there would be clothes on the floor but he would make sure to make his bed and his dresser would be a bit messy but not too messy. (Ya know? I hope you get it cause I'm not changing it)

• Please give this man the head pats before volleyball practices (he'll find it cute and if you look close enough you might see him ~blushing~)

Bokuto Koutorou:

• YES ITS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE HIMBO!!! god I LOVE him

• Such a caring man AND WITH SO MUCH RESPECT WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE HIMMM

• anyways

• I hope y'all were friends before you decided to move in together PLEASE SAY YOU WERE (well too bad, I'm the writer, you got no choice in the matter)

• He takes afternoon naps... end of headcanons (no but really when u come back from school or work and he's home before you, you can sometimes hear a soft snore from the couch and you just decide to put a blanket on top of himmm)

• On the contrary of Atsumu, I think he'll be a great cook! I think he'll know how to make 3-4 meals very VERY well and present them to you and be so proud of them. He'll puff out his chest and everything (gosh he's making me so proud just writing this)

• He might once in a while ask you politely if his friends can come over and might borrow the apartment for a while (you'll be out till they leave but hopefully you don't mind)

• If he comes home and he's in his emo mode, you either 1. Call Akaashi or 2. Make him soup and build a blanket fort (it will either be chicken noodle or just some comforting soup... anything to get this baby happy again 😊😊😊)

• This may or might catch you off guard (depending on how close y'all get) but he may ask for random hugs. Just for the sake of it and because I believe he's touch starved and craves physical affection.

• Even tho I said before that he might politely kick you out if he wants to have the home/apartment for the bois, at least PLEASE have some games of chaotic Jenga with them like COME ON (I play chaotic Jenga with my friends all the time and hoooo boi)

• Like Atsumu, he deserves the head pats too! I believe there will be a lot of physical touch/affection in your relationship and it's just so sweet! GAH Y'ALL ARE ADORABLE!

• Anyway, Bokuto Koturou would make a great roomate... MOVING ON

EDIT: Damn I forgot to add that he'll probably join in if you decide to paint your nails. Alright now let's continue!

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

• ngl idk how you became roomates with him but congrats 👌👌👌(I guess by pure chance I guess??? ) anyways...

• Y'all would have assigned cleaning chores of course. If you're having a bad day or not feeling good, he wouldn't mind doing your chores for you and taking care of you.

• Ya know I feel like just doing a puzzle with him so y'all might have some puzzle nights and try to challenge yourselfs after each one you complete.

• LOVES TEA. Will recommend tea and different types of tea to you. Will bring different types of authentic teas into ur apartment and y'all can rate teas together! 🍵🍵🍵

• Not that affectionate but will accept words of affirmation. Really does appreciate a 'thank you' and a genuine compliment once in a while.

• Will remind you to wear a mask outside ALWAYS, he doesn't want you to get sick what can I say?

• Even if it might not look like it, Sakusa does care about you. He will give you those gentle reminders to drink water and eat everyday, say lil' thank yous' here and there and genuinely respects as a person.

ANOTHER EDIT CAUSE I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF APPARENTLY: But ALL of them would in some way sing in the shower:

Atsumu and Bokuto just BELTING without any care or regret (especially bokuto, some of you've seen tiktoks)

And I feel like for Sakusa he would either silently hum or either have a mini conversation with himself (like a lil' podcast or somethin' 😂) ALRIGHT IM DONE IM DONE

Another author's note: This already seems romantic but I meant it in a platonic way. When I make both parts keep in mind the the relationship is platonic! (Don't worry I might make a part where they go from roomates to lovers if I can gather the brain power 😂)

ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE! :

https://profoundpidgeon.tumblr.com/post/642970351801958400/haikyuu-headcannons-of-the-evening

HEY LOOK! I MADE A PART 2! I hope y'all enjoy! 💖💕💖

Whatever It Takes

A sequel to "A Forgotten Memory"

Alex is once again tasked to continue his mission in pursuing the threat that had caused hundreds of missing persons turn up dazed the next day. But now he isn't alone, join him along with the elite Task Force 141 as they hunt down Nero, discover the secrets behind his plans and put an end to this memory erasing nightmare.

Chapter 1 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

"Resurgence"

"Alex"

CIA Warcom

Boracay Island, Philippines

Alex basked himself on the warm sandy beaches of the Philippines. He wasn't able to enjoy his vacation after the Nero mission, because he was sent immediately to Urzikstan and Verdansk immediately followed. And now that all of those were over, he now laid down on a beach chair and let the ocean breeze blow on his relaxed state.

Philippines was a nice country, the people were hospitable, the food was delicious and unique and the scenery was beyond amazing. Despite his metal leg, people still looked up at him the way they look at tourists and he was all of the hospitality and attention from his fellow Americans who are also on vacation to locals who were just amazed on how the leg works.

It's been a lot of months ever since Samantha forgot him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they'll meet again, that's why no matter many women try to show interest in him, he shrugs them off politely by pretending he has a girlfriend. A simple lie that he built for himself in hopes of a miracle of meeting her again.

He always brought her letter with him, some edges of it got burnt from the time he manually detonated a C4 explosive to destroy a gas factory, It was almost torn and faded, but he couldn't leave it somewhere safe. He wanted it to be with him wherever he goes. 

'Don't you dare forget about me'

His phone rang. He quickly fished it from a small pouch he bought that the locals made and immediately answered.

"This is Alex speaking." he chimed.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this time of day Alex, but I have a feeling you'd want to jump in on this." a British accent so familiar informed him over the other side of the line, It was none other than Captain John Price or Bravo Six, a comrade he once fought with back in Urzikstan.

"I'm all ears." he said, sitting up straight and letting his metal leg sink in the sand.

"Looks like your boy Nero is back on the grid. That Sneaky bastard kidnapped the Daughter of the Head of Defense, again." Price relayed.

Alex's heart thumped faster, his breathing became quick. He wished to meet her again but not like this. Not her being in harm's way all over again.

"Shit. Count me in. But.." he hesitated. He wanted to help but remembered he disobeyed CIA orders back in Urzikstan, making him unable to provide support.

"I've talked to Laswell. She's creating a special assignment for you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means welcome to the 141, Alex." Price said as he cut off the call, followed by a message regarding his departure to their base.

~

Alex can't help but worry about Samantha's condition. They've played with her memories multiple times and he thought that it would all be over after she decided to alter everything about them. Guess the enemy didn't know and they're still after her.

The soldier leaned on to the small circular glass pane as he looked at the clouds pass by. His hands were fidgeting each other while his non-metal foot bounced up and down at a fast rate. His seatmate, who happens to be a teenager, noticed his distracting leg movement but ignored it as rock music blasted from his ears. He was a completely different Alex right now and he believed that he'll be back to normal as soon as he sees Samantha safe and within his grasp.

When you have a heavy metal stick as a leg, customs is going to be the most annoying place in the world. Everyone looked at Alex as soon as he passes the metal detector and everyone else's eyes were on him. Of course with a few more safety checks and a whole lot of explaining, Alex was good to go. 

"So, you're the one they call Alex" the heavily British accented driver mused, breaking the silence of their ride to the 141 base. He was looking at him via the rearview mirror, chewing on what Alex hoped to be gum.

"Yep. That's me." he replied, turning to the view of the British streets which confused him a lot as it was the opposite of American or even Global streets.

"Heard they thought you were dead back there. In Georgia." he added. He was quite the chatterbox but CIA Agents are all about the information.

"Yeah. Tried to manually detonate the C4. After that… I just ran for my life." Alex answered, his head was realizing why he did it. What pushed him to think that he could make it out alive. Was it because it's for the greater good? The idea of freeing Farah's country from the harm of the gas? The idea of a chance to meet Samantha all over again? Or something he couldn't explain.

"Well, we're glad to have you back, Alex. But it's a shame it's no longer in the CIA." the driver waved as Alex opened the door and unloaded his stuff.

"As long as it's still about saving the world." he replied, making the driver smile. 

"That's what we do, right?" he agreed as he entered in his car leaving Alex in front a quiet gray building, the Task Force 141 Base, his new home.

Alex pushed the heavy doors open revealing a large hall, multiple round sofas were embedded to the ground and a huge staircase that split left and right greeted him. Multiple heads turned as he opened the said door and slowly walked his way to the nearest person who happened to be panting from exhaustion by the sofa. His metal leg clanked on his every step as the soldiers begin to recognize him. They smiled as soon as Alex's eyes met theirs and some even waved, Alex met them from several missions from the past, some were from the Demon Dogs and his previous designations, Delta Force.

"Where's the briefing room in this huge building?" he asked the soldier in a black t shirt drenched in sweat as he spun his towel trying to keep up with his breathing. He didn't speak but he nodded in acknowledgement and pointed to the hallway on the left. Alex left him a thanks and he walked his way to the direction where he pointed.

Just a few steps after the beginning of the hallway, the people from the main hall cheered and laughed, this made Alex turn around and he saw a young blonde man with spiky hair dash across him, he looked like he's on his way to your destination as well.

"Excuse me! Sir!" he yelled and Alex immediately halted. The young man panted in front of him and took a few seconds to breathe before he countinued his words.

"I'm Gary Sanderson, and I was supposed to guide you to the briefing room. You must be Alex." he reached out a hand and Alex shook it, quietly making your way to the room.

The huge door slid open and they found themselves in a dimly lit room, a huge screen loomed just by the wall and chairs were placed around a long circular table. Alex could spot a few familiar faces, faces he once saw and fought alongside with in Verdansk. There was the balaclava boy, Ghost, the Mohawk Man, Soap, their Captain, John Price and a few big heads from the United States. There were also new faces like Gary, who was now discussing something with another new soldier, a female soldier who sat by Price and a few new more who were already sitting on the chairs. There's also someone missing, Kyle Garrick, he pondered where he was.

The former CIA quickly saw Gary rush to Price's seat and whispered something causing him to lean on his chair, stand up and walk to his side. 

"Glad to see you back in the fight, Alex." he muttered, patting Alex's shoulder.

"I won't skip out on this mission, this one's close to home." he replied, patting his back in return.

"Yeah, heard this was your last mission before the Russian Gas." 

"Yeah. It's a loose end on my side." Alex nodded, crossing his arms.

"Good thing Shepherd had some sense in him. Not unlike your CIA heads, huh?" 

Alex nodded. He remembered he did an illegal thing against the CIA, and that was siding with Farah's forces, who were reclassified as global terror groups at that time. He silently thanked he could still step back in the fight along with the good guys even after that event.

"Yeah. I might have to thank him soon enough." Alex murmured and Price guided him to the briefing which was about to start in a few minutes.

~

"Before we start our mission briefing, I'd like to welcome each and everyone of you to the 141. A group of the most elite warriors from around the world tasked to eliminate terrorist threats lurking in the shadows. One of which, goes by the name Nero…" General Shepherd's voice was deep and serious, while the screen showed a photo of the guy they're after. His face looked punchable, as manifested by the way Alex clenched his fists while he stared at his soulless eyes.

"… whose goal is still unknown. He poses a threat as he has been out in American soil, which we believe is the one behind the multiple missing and reappearing person cases across the country." he continued, eyeing Alex. He knew a little bit about the case, maybe because he read his report.

"Since he poses no evidence of terrorist activity as of now, we are assigned to rescue and locate the daughter of Richard Coleman, America's Head of National Defense. We don't know why she was kidnapped but we believed it is or ransom or threatening purposes." The general explained, pacing back and forth, his shadow covered the screen.

Alex wanted to say something. Something about the details surrounding the case. It was written on his report. But then again, maybe the general already knew about the alteration, and since Samantha doesn't remember any IP Address, it was no longer worth noting.

Samantha's face was projected on the screen. Alex's heart began to beat faster, she looked different now, a little chubbier, longer hair and her smile felt happier. It was heartbreaking that she got caught in the crossfire again. After all those efforts of making her life normal.

'If our paths would cross again, I hope you'll remember me the way I remembered you before I take this operation, A good memory that's supposed to last forever. '

'Don't you dare forget about me.'

Her words echoed in his mind, using the same voice she had when they were together. 

"I will save you again if I had to.." he promised to her mentally, as he tightened the clench he was already doing.

"Our intel reports that twelve hours ago, local informants spotted an unknown flying vehicle just by the Georgian Border, local authorities confirmed that this wasn't one of their aircraft and we believe it could be the getaway vehicle of Samantha Coleman and her captors… We are still looking on to this so for the meantime I want each and one of you to be fully alert and ready for deployment."

Everyone else fell silent. It meant they agreed at what the high ranking official said. A few more words were exchanged such as new additions to the team, aside from Alex. He didn't seem to focus much on the second part of the brief as his mind worried a lot about Samantha. If his instincts were right, she's probably sedated once again, taking a trip down her own memory lane.

Chapter 2 : F.N.G.

Illyana Rasputin x Reader (n) They Remind me of them

Word count-1210

Edited

Hey! so this a neutral (n) chapter meaning there is no assigned gender to this story. So please enjoy it!

Also please leave request. For any character.

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I huffed and fell on the couch of the common room "Something wrong Y/n?" Danielle asked from the floor, next to Rahne as she always is "I am so annoyed right now." I spit out as I flipped around on the couch to be sitting.

"Why?" Rahne questioned, I leaned forwards and thought for a second about what just happened "Its so small, i don't even know why! I'm annoyed. I mean it happens every-"I was cut short from my rambling by Danielle "What happened?" she asked with a small smile.

A few hours before

Y/n walked around outside for a while before coming back in for a while. It was starting to become fall after a very hot summer "Reyes!" Y/n yelled as the door opened and they walked in. The sound of whistling echoed down the halls as y/n walked down them. it made the place 10x scary, but the group knew it y/n everytime.

Mostly because if you scare them when they are zoned out, which is most of the time. You will be energy blasted into the wall.

"Hey Screamer." Illyana said as she walked behind y/n. y/n jumped and turned around "What the fuck dude, Not fucking funny."  an they pushed Illyana shoulder and continued walking, Illyana skipped behind them.

"Your mutation is kinda stupid, you know that." she taunted y/n from behind. Y/n took a deep breath and continued walking "Come on, talk to me. Banshee." y/n stopped walking and turned around "You know what? So is yours."  they said with a smile.

Illyana laughed "I'm the most powerful mutant here, all you do is scream and blast things into walls. What is so special about that?" y/n rolled their eyes and turned around to start walking again, not really wanting to fight today "Your not the strongest, and you know that. All you have is a sword and a puppet. Ok barbie." they said with a smile that Illyana couldn't see.

"Now, politely." y/n stopped walking and turned around to face the blond behind them "Fuck off." Illyana huffed and crossed her arms, watching y/n turn down the hall.

present time

y/n pov

I finished telling Danielle and Rahne about what happened. I wouldn't call them close friends of mine, but we're friends "Wait I'm so confused, what is going on?" Roberto asked as he sat down on the couch "Oh my fucking god." i rubbed my forehead "Fucking blonde doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. I swear I'm about to scream and make her head fucking explode in the courtyard." I expressed my annoyance to the group, roberto laughed "VIolent, huh?" I faced him and glared.

"You would be violent too if shes been teasing you since you first go here. I can't stand the bitch." I took a deep breath and ran my hands down my face. Danis smile dropped as she looked behind me "What ups bitch?" I said from behind "How'd you know? you got super hearing or something." she walked behind me and put her hands on my shoulder. I grabbed her wrist hard "Take your hands off of me, Illyana." I stated keeping calm, she leaned down to my ear and whispered "Or what? what are you gonna do? scream to mommy to come get you. oh wait, shes dead."

3rd person

That was the final straw. Y/n jumped up from the couch and turned to face Illyana. The couch was the only thing in between them. Rahne and Dani watched from the floor as Roberto go up from the couch to stand behind the table with the other 2.

"What did you just say?" Y/n Said in a low voice, Illyana smirked "Your mom is dead." She replied. The two looked at each other in the eyes, Dani perked up from the back "Hey guys. Lets not fight okay? it doesn't-"Dani was cut off by Illyana "Shut up."she yelled.

"You wanna fucking go? Ill go now, and I won't hesitate to not blow your brains." Y/n Yelled at the girl in front of her. The room knew they were lying at what they had said. They didn't take jokes about family lightly.

"You wanna go? then come on, your not scared are you?" Illyana said in a taunting high pitch voice. Illyanas eyes turned bright blue and her arm started to transform. y/n walked around the couch, Illyana stepped back towards the other side of the room, making space in between the two mutants.

"Oh wait you guys are gonna fight here? and now?" Roberto asked from the corner of the room, Illyana turned to him "What does it look like? A Tea party?" Illyana sassed back.

As Illyana had her back turned Y/n sent an energy blast toward her. Illyana shot back into the wall. Illyana gasped as her back hit the concrete wall "I'll do it again. Wanna see?" Illyana tried to stand but was blasted again onto the floor against the wall. Dani and Rahne had moved to the over side of the room as to try and not get hit. Roberto had done the same.

Y/n chuckled and looked at Illyana, as she got to her feet. Illyana fixed her grip around the handle and took a deep breath before charging at the person across from her. Illyana almost hit y/n before a scream echoed around the room "Y/n!" Danielle screamed as her, Rahne, and Roberto covered their ears. Illyana fell to the floor cupping her hands over her ears.

"Y/n!" was heard as a field went up in the room, containing the screaming person. Y/n stopped screaming and took a deep breath. They looked down at the floor, and Reyes looked around " Are you guys okay?"  she asked, Roberto looked up and so did Danielle"What the hell." danielle whispered, she had never seen Y/n's mutation in action before.

"What is going on?" Reyes said loudly and helped Illyana up "They threatened to kill me!" Illyana pointed at Y/n. Reyes took the shield down and looked at them "Im disappointed in you, Y/n. We had come very far, and you almosted messed yourself up like that." y/n played with their hands and reyes escorted them out to confinement.

"where are they going" Danielle asked the room, Rahne looked up " To confinement. But not the one we know. You know those padded rooms you see on horror TV shows?" Rahne asked Dani, she nodded "Y/n is going there. I don't think it's the best as all they do is scream while they are in there but Reyes superiors believe its fine." Illyana picked up Lockheed and put him in her back pocket, he had fallen out when she had hit the well the first time.

"The room is 'soundproof’ you know? you can still hear them scream if you go close to the room." Roberto said as he exited the room, Rahne nodded "The room is in the other buildings. To make sure everyone is safe."

"They deserve it." Illyana stated, Dani looked towards her "What is your problem with them?!" Dani yelled in a stern voice, Illyana scoffed and turned around "They remind me of the men." and with that,Illyana walked out.

The Lovestruck~Chapter 22

(17 January)

11:25 am

Here you were sitting on the bleachers with Ria, watching boys practicing for their upcoming game. Your eyes were following your boyfriend who seemed too concentrated on the game which made him more attractive. While your bestfriend took this opportunity to stare at every guy in the field.

Just as you thought, they were getting more serious, suddenly Jongin passed the ball to Minseok and it hit him on his arm and a gasp left your both of your girls lips.

Then, Minseok shot a glare at him and threw back the ball to him which he instantly dodged and it hit Junmyeon behind him and like that it became chaotic.

You and Ria couldn't help but started laughing at their sudden act. Kyungsoo and Junmyeon looked so done with them but still couldn't stop them.

Not long before, Ria excused herself to washroom and then Kyungsoo took a seat beside you leaving a chair between. He drank his water before shaking his head at them and looked at you.

"They are crazy aren't they?" He chuckled.

"But they look happy." You smiled looking at Baekhyun ducking his head as Jongdae threw the ball towards him.

"Baekhyun looks happy nowadays, well, he is goofy and cheerful but he looks really happy and I am glad that you're by his side." He said, smiling at you and you smiled back. "Baekhyun is really lucky to have friends like you."

He chuckled before you felt someone's presence in front you who turned out to be Baekhyun himself. You handed him the water bottle and he grabbed it smiling before sitting between you and Kyungsoo.

"What were you two talking about?" He gulped his water while eyeing you two suspiciously.

"I was telling her that how much of an idiot you are." He said gripping Baekhyun's nap and he yelped while you chuckled at them.

"Aren't you gonna save your boyfriend?" Baekhyun asked and you shook your head playfully.

"It's between friends so..."

"She's smart." Kyungsoo commented and Baekhyun gave him a look before nodding proudly. "She's my girlfriend."

Kyungsoo groaned before slapping his neck lightly and walked back to the field.

Soon Ria came back and at the moment Sehun threw the ball towards Jongin where Ria was right behind him. Jongin ducked down and the ball was about to hit her causing you panick and Ria closed her eyes in reflex.

However, it didn't hit her as Chanyeol instantly dragged her aside by holding her and your jaw dropped witnessing the dramatic moment making you fangirl internally.

Baekhyun chuckled at your funny yet cute reaction as he closed your mouth before he leaned in. "Do you think something is going on between them?"

You nodded suspiciously. "I also think that."

"Guess, we're going to have another couple in the group." He smirked and you smiled nodding slowly.

You both kept watching the scene as Chanyeol asked Ria if she's okay while Ria was blushing and your eyes widened.

"She's blushing?" You muttered and Baekhyun heard it since he sitting close to you.

"You think she's the only one who blushes?"

You looked at him confused before noticing his smug grin and lightly pushed him away making him laugh causing you smile too.

***

10:12 pm

"Ow! Gimme that!"

You whined stretching your hand with your body towards your bestfriend who kept taking away the chips from your reach.

"Y/n! My face mask!" She exclaimed as you accidentally hit her face and instantly snatched the chips from her before fixing your mask to see if it's peeling off.

You and Ria were in your room having a night stay while watching kdramas on the laptop infront you with you both leaning against the headboard.

"Woah! That Ajjumma is really something." You commented amazingly watching the hacker who was an middle-aged woman in Healer drama.

"I know right! And Park min young is definitely smart too." Ria stuffed her mouth with bunch of chips and half of them fell on your bed.

"Yah!" You slightly slapped her arm before gesturing her to clean the mess as you hate your bed getting dirty but she still does it.

The scene came where Ji Chang Wook and Park Min young were getting dressed up for a mission together and that's when the door of your room opened.

"Why are you two still awake and what's this on your face?" Your mom barged in with her neverending scolding.

"Buddy! Come here! It's Ji Chang Wook!" Ria exclaimed gesturing her with her hands and your mom's eyes lit up as she skipped to your bed.

She always scolds you for being a fangirl as how every mother does but whenever Ji Chang Wook appears on the screen, she can't stay back until she see him.

Well, she was your mom for a reason.

"Show me!" She sat on the bed shoving Ria to the middle and watched the scene where he was walking out in a suit.

"Ah ha, look at you." Ria shot a smug grin towards her and earned a smack from your mom and you laughed watching until you got one too.

"What are you doing here?"

Your attention went to the door seeing your dad standing at the door with his folded arms.

"Let's go, I'm sleepy." He yawned and Ria nudged your mom with a teasing smile and your mom glared at her before walking out with him.

Your parents had a love marriage and it's been years to their marriage but your dad still can't sleep without your mother.

"Uncle is really romantic." Ria commented making you smile before she turned to you. "Speaking of romantic, is Baekhyun Sunbae romantic?"

You made a face at her question to hide your flustered state and cleared your throat. "Speaking of Baekhyun, what's going on between you and Chanyeol Sunbae?"

Ria's smug smile faded as a surprised expression took over and she blinked before looking at the laptop screen. "What's going on? Nothing is going on."

"Really? Are you sure?"

She looked at you for a brief minute before sighing. "We are hanging out and yeah I do have a little crush on him but I don't know how he thinks. I mean yeah, he treats me nicely but i don't want to think more than that so I won't get my hopes up."

You listened to her attentively and her words seemed just like how you used to think about Baekhyun but that's not always the case. To you, Chanyeol seems to like her but you don't know for sure until he says it and you don't want to give her any hopes too.

You just nodded and patted her back before cracking a lame joke to make her laugh which she did and continued watching drama until you both slept off.

***

(12 January)

Next day

You walked out of the classroom and Ria excused herself to the library as she had to return some books and you nodded while making your way to the music room again since you were called by your boyfriend again.

As you exited the building, you were stopped by a voice calling you from behind and it was Sooyoung. She was your friend whom you two besties getting close to slowly. She had asked for your notes as she got late in class and you lend your notes to her before she gave you a polite smile and walked away.

"Junior Y/n!"

You startled by the voice and looked further to see Sehun waving at you before walking to you. You smiled as he approached you and began to walk with you.

"So? You needed something?" You asked suspiciously and he chuckled fishing his hands into his pockets.

"Not really. But who was that girl?" He hesitantly questioned rubbing the back of his neck.

"What girl?"

"Uh, that, who just talked to you." He told stuttering a little making you look at him in surprise.

"She's my classmate. Park Sooyoung. Why?"

"Park Sooyoung." He muttered with his lips twitching in a smile and you gave him a suspicious look which he instantly noticed.

"Ah, thanks, junior Y/n. I'll get going then." He spoke and jogged away leaving you dumbfounded there.

You shrugged but then gasped slapping your forehead as you were going to meet Baekhyun and instantly sprinted towards the music room.

As soon as you entered inside, you were pulled by a hand grasping yours firmly making you yelp but relaxed seeing Baekhyun smiling at you.

All of a sudden, he twirled you around and started swaying your bodies together making you giggle at him. "What's going on?"

"I did it." You looked at him confused before he twirled you around and pulled to towards him with your back resting against his chest.

"I went to meet my parents yesterday and had a talk with dad too. And this time, we didn't really argue but calmly conversed and just like you said, he will believe in me and will root for me." He smiled, pecking your cheek and you blushed but instantly looked at him smiling.

"I'm so happy for you." You stared at him and he kissed your temple before resting his head against yours while his grip around your waist tightened.

You both were enjoying your moment but you weren't that lucky as the door burst opened and you both flinched making you pull away from eachother.

Boys came inside and Minseok was the first one to come in before he got startled to see you both. You instantly hid yourself behind Baekhyun being too embarrassed to face them as one by one they entered.

"Get a room." Jongin commented as soon as he stepped inside with an exhasperated sigh and you unconsciously held Baekhyun's forearm while placing your forehead against his back making him chuckle lightly.

"This is a room." Baekhyun replied to Jongin nonchalantly and you slapped his back lightly before slowly standing beside him avoiding eye contact with them.

"We also use this room." Kyungsoo snapped at him and Baekhyun rolled his eyes before they all started to tease you both which include your bestfriend.

You shot a glare at her before Sehun walked up to you with a smile sheepishly causing you smile back and as he stood in front of you, Baekhyun instantly blocked him.

"What business do you have with my girlfriend?" He crossed his arms over his chest squinting eyes at him and you rolled you eyes.

Sehun groaned. "Stop being a jealous boyfriend!"

Baekhyun looked unfazed while you shook your head before gently scooting him aside and faced Sehun. Baekhyun playfully glared at you which you ignored making him pout slightly.

"Yes, Sehun Sunbae?" You smiled and Baekhyun almost felt annoyed seeing you smiling at Sehun.

"So, um, that girl..." He stuttered out rubbing his nap and you almost laughed out loud at his nervousness while Baekhyun eyed him with concentration.

"You mean, Park Sooyoung?" You completed his sentence while acting innocent and his eyes lit up as he nodded.

"You!" Baekhyun exclaimed but you instantly hushed him with bringing your index finger to your lips and he frowned but nodded.

Then Sehun asked a little bit more about her and you told him whatever you knew and by the expression he had, he was going to make a move. Baekhyun was astonished and you wanted to laugh at his face.

Soon, you three joined the others where Chanyeol's and Jongdae's bickering weren't stopping and Junmyeon looked like wanted to bang his head on the wall while demanding to Kyungsoo to treat dinner as it was his birthday.

Ria being the extrovert girl was engrossed in their conversation and you were happy to be with them. They were becoming like your family now and all because of the person beside you who's smiling face is enough to make your day brighter.

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(15 January)

10:12 am

"Gosh! I'm so late!" You exclaimed running down the stairs where your dad's head whipped towards you before he shouted careful and you just gave him a smile.

"Dad. I'm taking your car!" You shouted picking it from the wooden key holder and sprinted towards the main door passing by your mom who's hair flew back and she halted at her spot processing what just happened.

You buckled your seatbelt before your phone started ringing and with a huff you answered your bestfriend's call.

"Y/n! Where the hell are you?!" You pulled your phone away from your ear at her shouting before putting it back.

"I'm coming! Just overslept, but I'm on the way."

"Hurry up! The game has started now!"

"Okay!"

You sighed before starting the engine and drove off to your college.

Today was the D-day. Their last game of the year and you wanted to be their early for your Boyfriend and the boys but luck wasn't your side as you overslept and now you were speeding up.

The game has begun and the boys were doing well but Baekhyun's attention was somewhere else. He hadn't seen you since morning and you weren't even at the bleachers where he was seeing Ria cheering.

His mood was getting down by now as he wanted to see you first and to wish him luck but there was no sign of you yet.

You parked your car successfully and got out before running off to the basketball court. As you walked inside, you saw boys playing and the cheers were loud as usual before you approached your bestfriend.

"How's the game going?" You asked panting sitting beside her and she made a face before pointing towards the game with her chin.

The game was halfway to the end and the other team seemed to be ahead by few numbers. Your eyes automatically stopped at your boyfriend who looked exhausted and down somehow which made you worried.

You wanted to stand up and cheer loudly for him but since you were a shy person, couldn't bring yourself to do that.

Tapping your foot rapidly, you eyed him worringly and huffed before standing up.

"Screw it!" You muttered before bringing your hands close to your mouth and closed your eyes.

"YOU CAN DO IT! FIGHTING!"

You opened your eyes to see everyone staring at you, including your bestfriend who looked like as if she left the world and you just wanted to dig a hole and blurry yourself in it.

Baekhyun looked towards the crowd hearing the voice he wanted to hear so badly and there you were cheering loudly. His shook face suddenly changed into a smiling one and as if your cheer just recharged him, he began to play with diligently.

Suddenly, the crowd went crazy with cheers as the game got more tempting and it happened so fast that the game was now coming to an end.

As expected, your college won the match and everyone stood up cheering loudly with you both bestfriends smiling at them who were now doing a group hug.

As Baekhyun locked eyes with you, he instantly smiled widely before winking at you leaving you shook and Ria nudged your shoulder teasingly before they went back to their locker room to change.

You and Ria also exited and walked outside as you got a text from Baekhyun that they'll meet you outside since the boys would have lunch outside.

As they were out, everyone proceeded to go to the restaurant which Kyungsoo recommended in their car meanwhile, Baekhyun drove your car with you.

Reaching the restaurant, everyone occupied their seats and then Kyungsoo ordered the dishes as he was the one who suggested and everyone let him do it as he knew the best.

Not long before, the dishes were served and everyone began to eat while complimenting it.

Rowoon excused himself to get himself the side dishes and Ria took this chance to ask something as she knocked the table gently taking everyone's attention. "Have you guys noticed, Lauren wasn't in the cheering team today and I haven't seen her lately here and there too."

Your eyes enlarged at her point before giving her a nod as you both looked at the Boys who were having a nonchalant look where Jongin spoke."Of course she wouldn't be seen since she's too embarrassed to come."

You frowned and looked at Baekhyun confusingly where he just shrugged pointing at Sehun who smirked. "That day when she did that drama with you, Baekhyunee Hyung asked me to reveal her little thing about her bullying her juniors to principal and I think she's just too embarrassed to come now."

You and Ria had your jaw drop and Baekhyun giggled at your expression as he closed your mouth before Ria clapped giving Sehun a thumbs up. "I respect you for doing this. No wonder she hasn't showed up yet."

"And do you know that?" Jongin spoke smiling at Baekhyun and then to you. "Baekhyunee hyung was the one who asked Sehun to hack the college blog and deleted your video."

You looked at Baekhyun surprised who just gave a smile making you smile back before you shook your head squinting eyes at them playfully. "You guys are so mean."

Sehun gasped dramatically before looking at Baekhyun. "This is what I get for helping? I want my thank you."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "You have been leaching me off a lot and you still want more?"

You laughed at how Sehun rolled his eyes sassily before Rowoon walked in and everyone stopped talking about Lauren as you all decided not to bring her up in front of them and continued eating.

As Boys started to talk about the game earlier where they brought the topic of you causing you choke. A glass of water was passed to you by Baekhyun and he kept rubbing your back gently.

"Why did you have to bring that up?" You slightly whined and glared at Jongin who just shrugged acting like nothing happened.

"But it was definitely a scene to watch." Sehun snickered. "Baekhyunee hyung just started playing as soon as he heard her cheering."

You sighed hiding your face in your palm as everyone gave you a teasing smile while Baekhyun just chuckled stroking the back of your head.

"But why were you late?"

You looked at him smiling sheepishly. "I overslept."

He nodded. "Must be having a drama marathon."

You chuckled nodding before continuing your meal and he just shook his head smiling.

This guy beside you, surely knows you well and you weren't complaining too.

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A CERTAIN ROMANCE

CHAPTER FIVE: A SPECIAL DAY

Author’s note: Hello! We have finally reached the awaited date between Harry and Alma. I was really excited for this chapter, hopefully you will enjoy it as much as I did, forgive me in advance for any mistakes, my beta reader (my boyfriend) was unavailable, so this is a good time to say that if anyone out there has the time and willingness to beta read any future chapters send me an ask or message to let me know. Enjoy! (:

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Harry wakes up feeling excited, nervous and hungry. He takes care of the latter, decides to make some blueberry pancakes, turns out he can't eat more than two and a cup of coffee. Not that the pancakes weren't great, in fact they were fantastic, he even decides to brag about them on an Instagram story that is published for his close friends only. Nick quickly replies to it with a laughing emoji.

You should take a Tupperware full of them to your date ;)

The reason behind his excitement and nerves make his heart race, he decides to type in a polite 'fuck off' to his mate before heading to the shower. Under the warm spray of water he tries to sort out his thoughts. Harry doesn’t want to think about his upcoming trip to California. 

It was necessary for the album or so he thought last week, after going through a box with the very few memories he kept from his ex. He wasn’t in a right state of mind then, he feels pathetic. The only reason why he wanted to spend time in Los Angeles was because everything there —from the pavement to the sky— was tainted by her. 

Why would he want to go back to that place where the constant reminder of his pain was literally living in the same neighbourhood? Because it would provide him the cathartic release he was looking for. That’s the line he used after Sarah and Mitch tried to dissuade him from flying across the Atlantic and Harry was so proud of himself when it worked. 

That very same day, he got the first text from Alma, it was the address like she promised. ‘In case one of your talents isn’t stumbling upon my work place ;)’ the second text read and Harry had to endure Sarah’s questionnaire about the girl that made him blush with a mere wink emoji. Not that he minded talking about her, he could go on all day.

He usually preferred a shower before breakfast, usually even work out before then but well, hunger clouded his judgement earlier today. Even with that taken care of that dread still niggled him away. Just slightly. So, he decided to pick up his guitar for a moment and strummed. There was no real intention to play seriously, or to write anything down on the journal by his desk. It was more of something he enjoys too much not to do it, a way to keep his hands and mind busy, faffing around with chords. With a bit of luck he might come up with a song, a tune which just worked, that just... clicked.

Contrary to what people might believe, genius didn't strike him here and then. Not like when he'd come up with Sign of the times or Two ghosts. But finding a neat little pattern of chords a good thirty minutes later makes him smile, it's something he can work with. It needs a little polishing from Mitch and company, sure, but it has a good rhythm. He scribbled down some notes on his journal and sent the audio to his fellow musician.

Maybe he will find the words in one of the old notebooks that are somewhere in the other room, perhaps on the ones that are still on his unpacked suitcase from Japan. Silently he also hoped to find the lyrics around London. He had lived in the capital for a few years now, but he had been different then. Now he likes to think that he's a man, no longer the teenager from the boy band or the shiny new solo artist. He has new perspectives, sights, smells in this new home of his. New ideas.

Harry gazes out his bedroom window; the view is not great –mostly of the other houses in the complex. His mind focused on the cloudy sky, confused because he swore it was sunny just a few minutes ago, can bet on his life that he woke up to dazzling sunshine rays of a warm yellow colour peeking through that same window. He puts his guitar away on the bed with care and makes a beeline to his wardrobe. He needs to figure out what to wear, pronto.

Skipping her afternoon kip was not something Alma did, it was a rare occurrence which meant one thing: something special was happening.

Walking down Oxford Street, trying to decide where to get some lunch without a care in the world, that was until the calmness faded, when her schedule for the day hit her.

She had a date with Harry. A date, with Harry Styles. It was weird to go by his full name in her head, she couldn't bring herself to call or think about him as The Harry Styles.

Maybe she'd settle to call him Harry the tube guy.

The clock on her phone showed that it was no longer single figure hours, she needed to get some food now or starve until her shift was over, and then he would have to watch her feast at whatever place he chose. Alma groaned, thought how ridiculous it was to worry about him watching her eat. Harry was a grown man; of course he knows that women eat too, right?

Walking into the nearest Sainsbury's she decided to take a deep breath. He's just some guy, she concluded after paying for her chicken baguette. Nothing to stress about.

Harry showered again, while belting out some classic pop tunes. Namely Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears, something that in the past he'd swear blind you'd misheard and it was actually The Rolling Stones or Pink Floyd. But he'd come to terms that he liked what he liked.

Towel clad in the bedroom, trying to shirk off hypothermia, he was quick to put on some pants and jeans, before throwing on some simple white tee proclaiming some fading band name. He uses a dry clean towel from the closet and attempts to dry his hair, as he styles his flopped mop the thought of a haircut crosses his mind. It was getting a bit long.

One last look at the clock and he is ready to leave. "You'll be fine. Trust me." He quietly speaks to himself before closing the last few buttons of his green parka and fixing the newsboy cap on his head.

When he walks out of Colindale tube station, a little earlier than half past five, he sees the bakery from her instructions just below the large modern building Alma was kind enough to describe. She was right; the bakery is right across the street, he waits for the green man to light up to cross, shoving his hands in his pockets. The huge front windows of the establishment allow Harry to see her behind the till, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. She looks better than she did three weeks ago. He hesitates about going in for a few minutes, but feels it ought to be better than to lurk on the street.

Alma can feel his presence the moment he sets foot into the shop, her eyes are drawn to him and a content close lipped smile is the best greeting he could ask from her. The only customer in the place can feel the shift in the atmosphere when they lock eyes. So, picking up her bag full of baked goods, she steps out and leaves them alone.

"Sorry if I'm too early." He begins while she takes off her apron and hangs it in the back wall.

"You're right on time," Alma says after checking her watch, "I'm off Carlos, see you tomorrow!" She hollers to the employee that is taking a non-allowed nap in the back. Harry holds the door open for her and follows out of the warm store. "Shall we take the tube?" At his affirmative response, she then takes out her Oyster card and leads the way.

The café was not somewhere Alma expected Harry to go, the little shop with soothing music and simple stools full of the scent of organic coffee brewing is dazzling and unique. A bit like him, she thinks. She liked it. It reminded her of the places she used to frequent when she had recently moved into the city.

Harry orders a black coffee at the counter before asking Alma what she'd like.

"A cappuccino, and remember I'm paying for our food," she hands him a tenner that he reluctantly takes from her.

"Absolutely," he iterates the order to the woman behind the counter and adds two salted caramel cupcakes handing over the cash. "If you get a seat, I'll bring it over."

Alma thanks him before scampering across the room to sit at the back two seat table tucked in the corner. It was right beside the large back window, dimly lit. Before she sat, she removed her signature burgundy coat and Harry couldn't help his eyes being drawn to certain aspects of his companion. Nice arse, he remarked with a raise of his brows before the woman behind the counter tells him for the third time that his order is ready, a look of disdain as she probably caught his gaze. Giving her a sheepish smile to appease her, he manages to balance the two plates and mugs in his hands and walk over to the table.

"They asked if you wanted whipped cream or foam and I settled for foam, hope that's not a problem." He plonks himself on the seat across from her, removing his parka in a clumsy manner before hanging it in the back of the chair.

"No problem, I actually despise–

"Whipped cream, yeah, I kind of remembered what you told me about that birthday party of yours," the green eyed lad finishes for her and scratches the back of his neck. "You know with that dare..."

Her eyes flickered down to the cupcakes laid out before them and she started picking the caramel out of one, hoping to hide the nerves his words caused.

"Right enough, yeah... I can't believe you remembered that or that I told you about it." She chuckled nervously at the anecdote she chose to share with him, it was a bit inappropriate due to the amount of vomit around it, literally. But he shrugged with a charming smile. No big deal. "Nice place," she noted.

"I know it's a bit of a strange choice. It doesn't strike me as, you know, the kind of place you put so much effort into for a first date..." Harry stops talking and now his eyes meet the cupcake in front of him. "Bollocks I must have sounded so daft, I'm sorry." Lucky for him, she doesn't laugh, instead she reaches out to stroke his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

"Nothing to be sorry about, I can be quite daft so..."

"I doubt that Miss suave." He gets a laugh out of her then, one that is almost a snort and earns a few glances from other customers.

"I’m far from it! Honestly, I once accidentally stepped on dog shit and didn't notice until my date couldn't bear the stink anymore and checked my shoe, in a very fancy restaurant. Terrible story. Trust me, I can be daft." Alma held up her hands and the musician giggled at her.

"Promise you won't laugh?" he raised an eyebrow at her, pleading. She promised. "Well, I kind of always wanted to have a first date here. It's always one of the first places I visit when I'm back in London, the food is amazing, and service is excellent. Came here completely hung-over after my twenty-first birthday party. I guess it has a lot of good memories." Pinked cheeks gave away Harry's embarrassment, he wanted to relax and for her to be more comfortable around him.

With a sincere smile Alma placed her hand over his resting on the table. "I think that is very sweet." This reply was not what he had expected; she leant in and beckoned him closer. "For your information Harry, this is exactly a great place for a first date." Up close he swore the darkness of her eyes were about to swallow him whole and spit him out to an alternate universe. He swallowed hard and took a sip of his coffee to distract himself a bit. Perhaps caffeine was not a good choice on a day where his heart was speeding so frequently.

"Did you have a good day today at work?" he asks with a familiarity that Alma can get used to.

"Yeah, had a bit of free time to plan my next video blog. It's been ages since I uploaded one." She bashfully admits. "This cupcake was delicious, a great flavour choice." And just like that they fall into easy conversation until their cups are drained. The place is almost empty around quarter to eight and they both know it's almost closing time –the death glances from the employees behind the counter gave it away. They put on their garments again before leaving.

Harry makes his way to the door expecting Alma to follow. Instead she first gathered up their mugs and plates, to place them neatly on the counter and thanked the three workers behind it with a genuine smile. Harry looked surprised; she didn't quite have to do that. She noticed.

"Just being polite," she stated the obvious, before walking under his arm that held open the door. He chose not to comment and fought back a smile.

They stood outside, not really sure of what to do next. Usually he would suggest going back to his place. It was near, but he watched her yawn discreetly and he suddenly remembered that she had a real job, well actually jobs in plural. He broke the silence.

"It was nice to see you again Alma." He meant it and she smiled as she toyed with the buttons of her coat. British summer weather was hardly cold, but today it seemed to be punishingly windy. Harry near gave a shiver, but instead took a deep breath before speaking again. It was now or never. "It'd be quite great, if I could... I'd like to see you again. Please." He shifted on one foot, nearly drowned in the silence that followed.

"I'd quite love to see you again," Harry gave a slight gulp, very slight and got out strength from the words she spoke to take a big risk, the first of today.

He stepped closer and cradled her face in his hands before leaning down and kissing her cheek. It wasn't the full on kiss he wanted to give her. But it is something he'd been dying to do since he first saw her today, something he hoped would make clear how attracted he was to her. Harry smelled like coffee and caramel. God this man's lips are prettier up close, she thought right before he straightened up.

She stayed close to him before speaking again. A low murmur so that the passing London traffic wouldn't steal her words from him.

"This was an amazing date."

Alma walked with him the long distance of one mile to the tube station, their hands brushing against each other. He was desperate to just hold hers, kiss her soft knuckles and ask about the lightning-shaped scar on her little finger. But decided against it, he knew that West Hampstead was not a common area for paparazzi, but he didn't want to risk her. Especially after the splendid afternoon they just shared.

They said their farewells.

"I'll call you," he said again. She warned that he better, before entering the station, he took great delight in watching her walk away from him, his gaze falling once more to her bum now covered by the coat. Harry spun on his heel and walked the short distance to his home.

Surely London could help him find the lyrics for that tune, this city definitely had something.

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Bad idea

request: Can u write a fic w Sinan, having a secret crush on Kerem's sister, so Eda, isik and Osman find a way to distract kerem to leave the two alone. your last imagine was very good, I loved it.

tag list: @peraltwolf @zaynlikfalls @wwafangirld

(a/n): these two hate each other so much, I found it hilarious and so ironic if Sinan ended up falling for Kerem’s younger sister, that would be like the tip of the iceberg and the rest just helped that mess to be created.

In a household where your mother expected you to be a dutiful and charming daughter and your father acted like an emotionless soldier, it wasn't a surprise that you were the only one for Kerem.

It was with small things, like patching him up after the many fights that you told him to stop or calming him down after your father's patronizing comments. And he would do the same whenever you would get frustrated with your mother for not hearing you or telling you to act more like a lady.

That was why you two were always for each other, hence the reason you were going to one of his classmates' house after he almost got expelled.

Truth be told, you had a lot of experience in that topic. After all, you had been expelled a few months before from an all-girls' school, making your parents send you to your brother's school.

While he knocked loudly on the door, you bit down on your lower lip to avoid laughing. "Can't believe you're getting expelled now."

He only rolled his eyes before going inside, bumping his shoulder against the boy who had opened the door. "Let's talk about whatever we need to talk."

While the other boy glared at him, you stepped inside. "I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you." You introduced yourself politely, wanting to make up for your brother so you two wouldn’t get kicked out.

That was the first time you had ever talked to Sinan. You had seen him a few times in the hallways, but since you weren't in the same year you didn't share any classes.

Before he could reply, his eyes looking up and down at you in a not so subtle way, another girl entered the house. "Move." She ordered him.

You only gave him a side smile before seating down, wanting to get everything over with so your brother wouldn't get expelled too.

That night you got to know the rest of your new friends. While Kerem found himself interested in Eda, you couldn't tell him that you found yourself staring at Sinan most times when nobody else noticed. You couldn’t tell him specially for how they seemed to dislike each other so much.

Sinan didn't do much to show that he cared, he mocked Kerem every now and then and you usually ended up being the one who calmed things down.

“There’s also this, “That’s how my father used to do it”.” Sinan continued with his rant after school while you tried to convince Işik to come to the rock concert.

“That one is about manners.” Kerem shot back.

Sinan, standing next to you, rolled his eyes. “No, I interpret it as, “I’m a moron. I don’t have my ideas”.”

“Dude, I swear...” Your brother started.

“Kerem.” You warned, standing in front of Sinan so your brother wouldn’t cause a fight.

“Calm down.” Osman tried, pulling him back slightly.

Once he calmed down, you took a sip of your ayran before you shrugged. “I don’t think you’re right.”

Sinan looked at you raising his brows, probably a bit surprised by your attitude. You weren’t annoyed by him, but you still wouldn’t allow him to act that way with the rest.

“Oh, yeah?” He asked emotionless while you bumped your shoulder into his in a teasing way.

“Yeah, well, we all got the same shit taught as kids.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, then you shut the fuck up.” You quoted with a smug smile.

He scoffed. “So that’s your life motto.”

“Better than tearing people down.” You replied like it was obvious.

He swallowed hard, clearly confused about why you hadn’t gotten annoyed at him like the rest but still contradicted him with good arguments, different from Kerem. Or at least, that seemed to him. “Even if you have to lie to them?” He continued, trying to get another reaction from you.

“It’s not like being kind will kill you, unlike that hatred that you’re harboring.” You explained, finally making eye contact with him once you finished your lunch.

You two continued like that for a few seconds, the rest oblivious that you had stopped bickering. While you bit the inside of your cheek to avoid blushing, you felt something weird inside of you as you watched Sinan’s face softening, not as frustrated as before.

Before you could think anything about that, Kerem cleared his throat. “Yeah, don’t even think about it.”

“Kerem!” You complained while your brother only shook his head and pulled your arm to stand next to him.

“You’re not going to bother my little sister too.” He announced while you sighed exasperatedly.

You glanced at Sinan, his jaw slightly clenched as he looked away, cheeks slightly pink.

You already knew that if you had an older brother, things with boys would be hard. Having Kerem as an older brother only made things 10 times harder. He wouldn’t let any boy even glance in your direction because of how protective he was.

Not once in his life did he ever turn a blind eye in your direction, and any boy that ever made you a mean comment or made you cry, left with a black eye once he found out.

It didn’t exactly help that he absolutely hated Sinan and how he always mocked him acting like he was more intelligent.

But still, you didn’t have to worry much about it. You didn’t even have a crush on Sinan, you weren’t only hanging out with him to help Kerem avoid being expelled. That’s what you continued saying to yourself whenever your mind went back to the boy.

“You’re too young to go on dates.”

You scoffed, almost stopping in your tracks while Kerem only continued walking towards the school. “Are you kidding me? I’m turning seventeen in a few months, you’re only one year older.”

“But I’m older.” He replied like a fact.

“Yeah, well, I don’t care.” You said sarcastically, stopping at a red light, mentally cursing your parents for not giving you a ride to school, saying that you were old enough now. “Besides, when did I ever say anything about dating? I only told you that you don't need to watch out for me all the time.” You tried to change the topic of the discussion.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Don’t act dumb. I’ve seen how he looks at you.”

“He?” You asked furrowing your brows. “Who’s he?”

Kerem only clicked his tongue as you two stopped in front of the school building. Before he could even answer, Sinan arrived with Osman. You would have to ask him later about that.

“What’s up?” Eda greeted you.

While you fixed your tie a bit, you didn’t notice Eda nudging Osman and clearing her throat.

“Kerem, we um...we need you to...” The girl trailed off.

“To talk with Coach Altuna.” Osman added. “Yes, we need you to talk to him.”

Your brother only shrugged. “Fine.”

When he didn’t even move, Eda sighed. “Now, go.” She ordered him, grabbing his arm pulling him with her.

Before he left, he turned to you one last time. “We’ll finish talking later.

“Yeah, yeah.” You brushed him off, clearly not concerned.

While you leaned against the railings behind you, Işik fumbled with her hands. “I um, I have to speak with Miss Ayse.”

“And I have to make some calls.” Osman said.

It only took them two seconds to leave, leaving you and Sinan alone. You pursued your lips into a line, dropping your bag as you took a sharp breath.

“And then there were two.” You mumbled.

Sinan didn’t answer, only moving to stand next to you and leaning against the wall.

You raised a brow at him, subconsciously fumbling with your hands. “Aren’t you going to leave too?”

He swallowed, shaking his head before looking at the ground. However, he looked at you once you started talking again.

“They left you here with me because they don’t like me, right?”

“What?” He blurted out.

You didn’t notice his incredulous look, so you only continued with your rant. “It’s obvious, they must think I’m only Kerem’s annoying and clingy sister and only hang out with me because I’m new and I don’t know anybody. You don’t have to lie to me, I’m sure they pity me or something, that has to be the only reason they hang out with me.”

“That’s bullshit.” He interrupted you. You finally looked at him, your eyes meeting as he continued. “We aren’t an exclusive club or some shit like that, but you’re part of us.” He explained.

You remained silent for a while, a small smile appearing on your face because of what he had admitted. “Thanks.” You mumbled.

He only gave you another small smile before you picked up your bag and grabbed his arm. “What are you doing?”

“I say we skip school.” You thought out loud. “I’m sure they won’t come back and they already left us. Besides, you really want to class now? Last time you went to the infirmary to sleep.”

“Why shouldn’t I go and sleep now?” He asked even if he didn’t want to.

You smirked. “Because I’m more fun to hang out with. I’m the better sibling, you’ll like me, you’ll see.”

He sighed, slowly picking up his bag and jacket before following you while you grinned. “You’re a bit handful even if you’re younger, I can see why you were expelled.”

“Fuck off.”

Kerem was furious with everything. You tried to hide it pretty well, after all, it wasn’t like you two were dating. You were only friends who were slowly growing closer, just like any friendship.

But still, Kerem noticed every smile, every flirtatious push, every teasing comment that had another meaning, and how you two always stood close to each other.

It was the next days when things started being weird.

“Uf, I’m so hungry. Can we go and buy something to eat?” You asked leaving your umbrella on the ground.

You all had convinced Miss Burcu to work alongside Coach Kemal, and the plan seemed to be going smoothly, which made you proud.

Once you gave Sinan, who was standing next to you, your best puppy eyes to convince him, he nodded, a faint smile on his face that made you cheer on your inside.

“We’ll all go,” Kerem added, glaring at Sinan which made you sigh.

Still, while Işik shifted in uneasiness, she glanced at Eda to do something.

“Kerem, I need your help with something,” Eda said all of a sudden dropping her red umbrella on the floor.

As soon as Eda said that, your brother nodded. You only rolled your eyes with a small smile on your face, amused with how he was acting like a lost puppy.

“I have to see something about a few debts, sorry.” Osman announced before leaving as well, a not so subtle smirk on his face that made you furrow your brows.

Isik grinned. “Osman, I’ll come with you! I have to go to the library. We’ll be back in a while. You two go and have lunch. Bye!”

“See ya.” You mumbled still confused while stretching your arms.

You glanced at Sinan, the only one who didn’t even move an inch from his place. His hands still fumbled with the piece of white paper everybody had already left on the ground, his eyes looking everywhere but you.

You judged him with your elbow. “Hey, I’m starving.” You said with a soft smile as he finally looked at you.

He thought about it for a moment before leaving the paper on the ground and walking alongside you. “Fine, let’s eat.”

Once you two bought some döner kebab, you sat on a bench nearby school, your legs crossed and knees touching.

“Thanks for not being that much of a dick to Kerem the last days.” You mumbled, voice slightly muffled because of your food.

He shrugged like it wasn’t such a big deal. “Maybe you were right after all. The whole kindness thing.” He explained before taking a bite of his food.

You fake gasped. “Don’t tell me I managed to change your mind.”

He bumped his shoulder into yours while you only chuckled, taking a sip from your soda. Forgetting about everything, about your friends, your brother, and your classes, you only focused on the boy and the many shops in front of you.

“Why were you expelled?” He asked curiously. “From your former school, I mean.”

You doubted for a moment, your hands playing with the paper your food was wrapped in before you let out a breath.

“It was because of my grades.” You started slowly. “It was a very strict school and a lot of pressure so I didn’t do that well in tests. Truth be told, I wasn’t really expelled because my parents changed me before everything happened, but they had to pay a lot for me to be allowed here. Ugh, they were so mad that their daughter was such a dumbass.” You said sarcastically, slumping in your seat.

“I don’t think you’re dumb.” He said quietly. “I’m not saying you’re a genius, and high school grades don’t show our intelligence and only work for a system in which we’re classified into different...” He started with his rant a bit nervous to change the subject.

You sighed loudly. “Ah, Sinan, I like you but shut up.”

“What?” He blurted out with his eyes widened.

You didn’t even move to pick up your bag you had dropped on the ground, too shocked with what had just slipped out. Now, he had to be sure that you were absolutely dumb.

“Um, yeah...” You started awkwardly. “I...I like you.” You admitted, carefully reading his expression.

He raised his brows, a smile appearing on his face after a few seconds. “Really?”

“Yes, I do.” You repeated yourself, now a bit more confident.

You finally connected the dots on the many occasions the rest had dragged Kerem away, leaving the two of you alone. As his hand slipped in yours, you smiled at him before you remembered something.

“We can’t tell Kerem.” You said completely serious while he only furrowed his brows. “I mean it, he’s going to break your arm if he finds out. I promise I’ll tell him when the time’s right.”

After sighing, Sinan nodded. “Alright. He certainly won’t be happy that I’m with his little sister.”

You chuckled, playfully bumping your shoulders into his. “Slow down, you haven’t asked me yet to be your girlfriend.”

As he rolled his eyes and pushed you too, you smiled. Things would be hard with Kerem, but you would manage to convince him that you really liked Sinan. Or at least, that’s what you thought while you intertwined your fingers.

I'll be your optimistic black hole, full of love I can't control

Parkner Febufluff Day 13 & 14 – Bouquet of Roses & Valentine’s Day

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*

Back in Tennessee, Harley was used to being one of the smartest kids in town. Rose Hill was a small place filled with people who would end up going nowhere. Everyone in his class would end up taking after their parents, working as teachers of Rose Hill High or at the corner store or in the little pubs around town.

Harley, on the other hand, had Tony Stark on speed dial. He had a garage filled with Stark-approved technologies. He used to build pop can robots and potato guns using the junk he took from his mom’s work at one of the pubs. And then he started building real technologies using the things that Tony bought for him.

He was used to be being the smartest. He was happy being top of the ranks, the one voted for The Person To Go The Farthest at the award ceremonies. He had never been anywhere but comfortably a genius compared to the other kids at his skills.

And then he arrived to Midtown High, in the middle of junior year.

He went from being the smartest kid in Rose Hill, to being the stupidest kid in Midtown.

He was supposed to be Stark’s kid, the smart kid, the one everyone went to for homework help. It shouldn’t be hard for him to pass his classes.

But fuck was he ever wrong.

His grades were slipping through his fingers, his nights were spent crying out of frustration at his desk when he just didn’t get it. He couldn’t understand the numbers and words floating around his pages.

And exams were rolling around soon. Only a couple weeks until then and if Harley fails his exams, he’ll fail his classes, he’ll fail the semester. He’ll end up back in Rose Hill, back to pretending to be the smartest kid like he isn’t struggling to understand everything.

He was going to fail.

* He’s half-asleep in English class, somehow the only class he’s passing decently, when somebody sits in the vacant seat beside him, the seat that’s been empty for the past two months that he’s been in New York.

He didn’t have any friends, but he knew the boy beside him.

Peter Parker was the kid that got pushed into lockers, punched behind the school, lunch money stolen, teased and tripped and tortured by Flash and his group of dumbasses.

Peter was also well-known as the smartest kid in school, acing all his classes despite his less-than-perfect attendance record. He wore thick glasses and button-ups under his sweaters, wide bambi-brown eyes filled with a sort of childish innocence.

“Hi,” Harley says dumbly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Normally, Peter sits front and center just like he does in all the classes they share.

Peter smiles brightly, eyes crinkling behind his glasses. “Hi. I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

“Harley. No offense, of course, but why are talking to me?”

“Yeah, I, uh, I don’t wanna overstep or anything, but I heard from my not-quite-friend that you were having some trouble in Chem and I was wondering if you wanted any help?”

It’s said with such ease, such carelessness, like it isn’t the thing that Harley’s been beating himself up over for months. Like this hasn’t caused tears, hiding his tests with failing grades from Tony and hoping to god he can make those marks back later.

“The exam’s coming up,” Peter continues, blushing under Harley’s gaze and averting his eyes to the floor. “And I don’t wanna be that guy but I’m a tutor for the school, so if you needed some help, I just wanted to let you know I’m always available.”

Tears fill his eyes as the embarrassment, the shame, burns his chest, hands shaking under the desk.

He’s supposed to be smart. He’s supposed to be able to understand this stuff without a fucking tutor.

But he can’t do it.

He feels so fucking stupid all the time, going from The Genius of Rose Hill all the way down to The Stupid Kid Who Needs a Tutor at Midtown.

“Just let me know, yeah? I’m always around.” Peter moves to stand up, offering another timid smile.

Just as he’s about to turn away, to leave Harley who’s barely said a word, Harley grabs his wrist. He’s weak. He’s so fucking weak, but he needs this. He needs help. He needs to get his head above water before he fails his exams.

“I, uh, I kinda need a tutor, yeah,” Harley says, shoving down the burning shame.

Peter’s quick to sit back down, a gentle smile gracing his features. “Yeah, of course, I’m happy to help.”

“I’m failing my classes,” Harley admits because he’s been holding that secret in his chest for two of the longest months in his life. “Almost all of them. I just- I can’t fail my exams too. I just- I don’t get it. I feel so fucking stupid.”

Somehow, someway, there’s no disgust in Peter’s expression, no confusion, no hatred, no judgement. Just the same bright kindness that he manages to constantly radiate.

“That’s okay, everyone gets a little in over the head sometimes. You’re smart, Harley, I’m in your Tech class, I would know,” Peter says, smile never fading. “Just because you’re having trouble with memorizing the concepts or getting a hang of the ideas, doesn’t mean you’re stupid.”

It’s such a simple, casual thing for Peter to say, but it loosens something in Harley’s chest, makes the insecurities quiet just a little bit.

“So you’ll help me?” Harley asks quietly.

And Peter smiles, bright and incomparably. “Course I will, Harley.”

* There are only three weeks left until his exams, so Peter decides to devote all of his free time to Harley like he has nothing better to do.

It starts with just a few lunches and a couple after-school tutor sessions at the school’s library, but by the second week, Peter’s decided he wants Harley to absolutely ace his tests, so they start spending every lunch and afternoon together, pouring over Harley’s textbooks.

And on Friday of the second week, Peter invites Harley back to his place for a few extra hours of studying.

Peter’s a genius. He knows everything, it feels like. Harley believes Peter’s IQ could even rival Tony’s, though he’d never admit that to his mentor.

He lives in an old, small apartment in Queens with his aunt, a wonderful woman and Harley immediately understands where Peter got his unconditional kindness.

May left for work while they were studying on Friday and they lose track of time.

(Harley gets caught up in the way Peter laughs and smiles, so open and bright, and the way he teaches, devoted and thorough, and the way he’s so wonderful with every question Harley has, every complaint about he feels stupid not getting their classwork.)

And eventually, they realize it’s gotten pretty late and Harley has a dozen or so missed calls from Tony.

“Oh shit, I should probably-” Harley says, preparing to stand and leave, despite wanting to stay.

“If you’re allowed to, you can stay the night,” Peter offers shyly, a soft blush filling his cheeks. “We can study for a little longer, I think we have some leftover takeout.”

Harley can’t help the smile that stretches over his face, ignoring the warmth that soothes all of his worries.

“Lemme call Tony and ask.”

* Tony said yes, along with a lot of teasing about staying the night with another boy, but after that Friday night, they hang out for most of the day on Saturday, and again on Sunday.

Though, they spend Sunday watching movies and hanging out as friends more than they really get any homework done. Peter claims that Star Wars is educational too, and it’ll help Harley with his classwork, but Harley knows better.

The next week, the two boys are practically inseparable.  

Peter claims he’s only sitting beside Harley in all his classes to help him with the work, and Harley says he only walks Peter from class to class to protect him from Flash because he needs to make sure his tutor is in perfect shape for exams.

They hang out at the library or Peter’s apartment after school every day, and they spend lunches together, and the weekend before exams, Peter comes to the tower and they spend all three days cooped up in Harley’s room (which he actually cleaned before Peter came over) to make sure Harley was absolutely prepared for his exams.

Even Tony gives them space, which is crazy considering it’s Tony. But all he does is knock on their door every few hours, offering snacks or meals or asking if they need any help. Otherwise, he doesn’t bother them.

* And then, before Harley knows it, exams are over.

He did it and he did them with confidence.

They get their grades back the second week of February, but Harley doesn’t care anymore because Peter’s back to sitting in the front of the classrooms, back to just offering polite smiles when they see each other in the hallways, back to not hanging out with Harley.

He doesn’t know what he expected, but he didn’t think Peter would go back to not talking to Harley. He didn’t think Peter would just leave him as soon as Harley stopped needing him.

But it’s fine.

Harley doesn’t care.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself when he watches Peter sit across the room with his stupid, beautiful smile and messy curls and adorable skip in his step.

He doesn’t care.

* Grade Average of Eighty-Eight Percent.

Holy fucking shit.

The report card is shaking in his grip, page crinkling in his sweaty hands.

Peter managed to get his grades up from failing, up to high 80s. How? Harley doesn’t know, but the numbers stare back up at him from the page, real and right in front of him.

“You should get your study-buddy a gift,” Tony says.

He found out about Harley’s grades when he found his progress report hidden under the couch a few days prior. He wasn’t happy, not that Harley was failing, but because Harley didn’t feel like he could go to Tony for help.

After a long discussion about intelligence and about asking for help and about how Tony will be proud of him for whatever grades he gets as long as he’s trying his best, things went back to normal.

“He isn’t talking to me anymore,” Harley admits quietly.

Tony lets out a little laugh, quickly stifling it when he sees Harley’s sour expression. “Just talk to him. I saw the way he looked at you, kiddo. From what you’ve told me, he probably just doesn’t know how to be your friend.”

“So… what? What am I supposed to do?”

Tony shrugs, leaning back against the counter and offering a smile. It makes Harley miss Peter’s smiles. “It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, kid. Get him some flowers or something, let him know you did well on your Exams and then ask to hang out sometime. Stop overthinking this.”

“And what if he says no?”

“Then he’s missing out. And you can play it off as just wanting to say thank you, nothing more. No harm done.”

That’s how Harley ends up walking down the hall with faux-confidence, bouquet of roses clutched in one hand, his report card in the other.

Peter’s at his locker, a heavy book in his hands. He looks pretty, like he always does, cheeks flushed a light pink, bambi-brown eyes scanning the pages, a soft smile gracing his face.

“Peter!” Harley calls out.

The boy looks up, pushing his book into his locker to focus his whole attention on Harley. He’s already grinning, eyes light and sparkling.

“Harley,” Peter greets, smile unfaltering, even as he takes in the roses.

“I wanted to get you a thank you gift for helping me out this past month,” Harley says, his mouth is suddenly dry and his heart is pounding in his chest. “Guess who has an eighty-eight average?”

Peter’s jaw drops and his eyes got wide, and then his arms are around Harley’s neck, face against his shoulder.

“Holy shit, that’s incredible!”

Harley’s quick to catch the younger boy, sliding his arm around Peter’s waist, careful not to disturb the flowers.

Peter pulls away, just enough to look up at Harley, face beaming with pride. “I knew you could do it. I told you, you were smart, didn’t I?”

With Peter’s face just inches from Harley’s, beautiful and bright with that wonderful kindness, arms already around Harley, nobody can really blame him for crossing the few inches of distance and pressing their lips together.

Another wonderful turn of events, and Peter’s kissing him back, arms tightening around Harley’s shoulders, drawing them closer together.

When they’re eventually pulling away, Peter smiling shyly, blushing and obviously flustered.

“I, uh, I-” Peter stutters, eyes wide. But he looks happy.

“You wanna go out sometime?” Harley asks. “Not school-related.”

Peter’s face lights up in another one of his beautiful smile. “I’d love to.”

Peter kisses his again, leaning up on his toes to reach Harley’s mouth.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Peter.”

“You too, Harley.”

Another point of view in sexy killers documentaries

Who has watched #sexykillers documentaries on youtube? I bet, all of you are in an anger emotion. Yes, I'm also emotional. But, let me show you a little bit different perspective. This thought made me ridiculed by capitalists, but we need to understand the reality, before we can think about and propose solutions. In a super-super simplified manner, the conclusion of #sexykillers documentaries are: 1. Industry and coal business could damage a nature. 2. Both of candididate from election, although promising "Indonesia is better" have a stake in this business. 3. Whose victim? yes, we the little people again. 4. All "political elites" seem to not concern this problem. Most, talk about it but not full with urgency. Why? Because “the cuan” can be threatened. 5. 6. 7. 8. etc. please add, but the point is to make some people even want to be abstentions. Come see the other side First side: ENERGY Yes, what else do you do? From the start of the film, it's been mentioned about the electricity that we use: what is the wattage of this tools, what is the wattage of that and so on. There are not many renewable energy sources in Indonesia. As far as I know, new renewable energy exists in wind power plants and some solar panels in scale are not very big. The rest? PLTA, PLTU. What PLTU uses? Coal!!!! Other power plants as if they have not been seen in Indonesia. Geothermal, waves, nuclear, etc. Whatever the reason, the energy source has not been able to develop in Indonesia. The reason? technical, safety, and finally profitability. Which ultimately leads to the next point of view. Second side: IT'S A BUSINESS !!! Supply and demand are the keywords here. 1. Why are many power plants built? yes because the demand is high. The village needs to be illuminated, the factory needs to produce, your cellphone needs to be charged, your laptop too. There are 250 million + souls who need electricity. 2. Why should coal be used? isn't there a lot of energy? Now, this is what makes you feel good. Vicious circle. Want to implement energy sources (solar, wind, nuclear, geothermal, etc.) NOT EASY. Even if it works, it's not easy! Starting from research, the feasibility study, engineering, construction, until the distribution is not an easy thing. I have had discussions with friends who are majoring in geophysics. He said, to make a 1 estimate geothermal power plant really needed 1 trillion rupiah. With a success ratio of approximately 50%, the output is not necessarily as good as other power plants, and the maintenance is EXPENSIVE Meanwhile, we are middle class, which is arguably the most energy-consuming, when the price of electricity goes up complaining and protesting Yes, if you want cheap prices, you can't make other energy sources for thrive We put aside our emotions first. I know that we are all hurt that we see the fishermen who were evicted in Batang. But now, our emotions get rid of first. Imagine you are a business owner. For example, if one of the political elites has a coal business, they want to build a power plant Freeing the land, permits, tendering, and so on has come out in tens or even hundreds of billions, and then the locals know about your project, threatening its sustainability. While you have signed a contract here and there, there are also many parties who have signed and have already invested their money in you The picture is if the project has such a large scale, just a one-week delay can make a billion-scale loss. Not yet local thugs, unscrupulous officers etc. As a businessman, what would you do? Cancel the out of conscience project? Follow conscience? Nope, you will find a way to minimize losses. One of the easiest and cheapest ways (I know, it's sickening) is to pay the apparatus or pay thugs to evict the area. Evil? Yes, but this business is the right thing to do, because: 1. You save money, you can save tens of billions 2. You saved your company from a bad reputation 3. You might save your employees from unemployment Without making emotions and sentiments, 3 was enough to be an excuse against "several hundred local residents" who don't benefit your business on a business basis Still connecting to the point that this is a business, there is another point of view: THIS IS A WORK FIELD! If I admit, which engineering graduate doesn't have a dream of working in the mining and energy sector? Big salary, okay facilities. Well, this is the dark side of the job that you dreamed of. Welcome to the real world And back to supply and demand, there is a lot of labor supply in this sector. Demand in terms of energy needs is a lot. It's the match. If we just want to stop coal activities (oil palm, oil and other activities that destroy nature), imagine how many hundred thousand people lose their jobs? Okay the last side I want to discuss is an old issue. Corrupt systems and politicians. Ideally, businesses that exploit nature should have been designed and equipped with natural recovery efforts. For example, cutting down the forest will be reforested. After mining, the hole is closed Take for example Sweden. One of the biggest natural products is timber (wood), but Sweden's forests from the past until now are relatively maintained and sustainable. Why? yes because the recovery effort is good. Now back to Indonesia ... Which businessman wants to get a fee, let's say 20 billion to cover mine quarries? Or which entrepreneurs "want to be patient" don't profit for 15 years until the forest begins to recover? While the price can't be defeated by competitors and bills here and there must be paid? Up a little, the people protested. Until here, how come the problem is complex? Bear with me, this rant is about to end Okay. Let's skip to the solution. What is the solution if you like this? Yes, there is no single solution. We need to look at the nature of humans and business. 1. Humans are willing to change if he believes the "change" he has to do can bring him more profit. 2. Businesses want to change if there are regulations that force (and enforce) and / or if the changes make them more profitable (decrease the cost or increase revenue) We must find a solution that can accommodate: 1. The risk of entrepreneurs losing / not profitable with "not damaging" and "not displacing" 2. Even if there is, usually not for a moment -> How can people be displaced and the damaged nature can be accommodated until the change is realized Sadly, overseas graduates with fancy majors are "Renewable energy", "Sustainability", and many of them even work in corporations that have nothing to do with their majors, even in companies that in quotes destroy nature. I won't judge. I know looking for a job is not easy. But I hope their enthusiasm during college is still there. Maybe they (and we too!) Must start thinking and groping how to in the near future, we can fulfill our energy demand, without over-damaging nature and without sacrificing the small people How to do? Yes, our heavy duty Gen X, Millennial, Gen Z. Aside from working and raising money, let's learn about renewable energy, how to exploit natural resources that are not too damaging to nature, and most importantly how can this be profitable without having to sacrifice people We already know the system is screwed up. Instead of "Ah, I'm a golput", I strongly suggest that we really learn so that in the future there won't be any other sexy killers documentary about Indonesia. Do your thing. This will not be profitable, it can even be dangerous. But if we are moved by conscience, let's start looking for ways to fight. We must learn renewable energy and its implementation. Study business. Learn and jump into the political arena and other learning. I know the work is tired. The lecture was tired, taking care of the family was hectic. But still, we need to do this. 1 Elon Musk who works 100 hours per week for 20 years can establish SpaceX, Tesla, and others. Imagine that in the next 20 years we work 60 hours a week (20 hours outside working hours) to learn to make Indonesia better, then multiplied by the number of us who care (how many? 1000? 2000? Million?) Imagine the changes we can bring Keep up the spirit, guys! In the meantime, instead of golput, we can review and review our choices. Look for candidates who are likely to choose if we can facilitate our research and learning towards the ideal future that I said Our future is in our hand. Keep Fight!!