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scared - part one | k.r

A/N: first kylo fic. I think it’ll be two parts, unless I feel like adding on more, who knows. <3 Pairing: Kylo Ren x Y/N Warnings: A curse word. Nothing else, I think?? Words: 2k.

Parts: one, two, three, four

“Is this the girl?”

You heard the metallic voice before you saw him. You looked up from your chair, watching as a tall man clad in black from head to toe stepped into the room. Was this the supreme leader? He was wearing a mask. A quite frightening mask.

“Yes, Supreme Leader,” a man by the door said. You looked between them as the masked man sent the other one out of the room. There was a long silence after the door shut. The room felt much smaller in this man’s presence.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“I… I don’t think so,” you said, your voice quiet. This man frightened you, but you didn’t feel any need to be afraid – you hadn’t done anything bad. You had been asked to follow the stormtroopers, and you had. You didn’t make a fuzz.

“I believe you have something that could be very useful for me,” the man said, walking towards one of the walls. It wasn’t much of a wall actually; it was just a huge window looking out at the ships surrounding the one we were on.

“When I began working here, they didn’t allow me to bring anything,” you said, a confused frown on your face. What could he want from you when you didn’t possess anything? He couldn’t be talking about the small necklace you had hid under your pillow. What would a supreme leader want with a necklace?

“I’m not talking about an object,” he said turning to you, his voice calm. Your confusion spiraled.

“Well… then I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“Have you heard of the force?”

“The force? I heard about it in a story,” you murmured, looking out the window, trying to recall what you had been told.

“Magic, apparently very powerful,” you said, biting your lip. He kept quiet as you thought. “I heard someone could even move things without touching them,” you continued, a shy smile on your face as you looked at him. It sounded silly to you. “It was just a story though.”

“What if I tell you it’s not?” He asked and the frown on your face appeared once again.

“Then I would have to ask you to prove it,” you said, lifting your shoulders in a small shrug. “I haven’t ever heard of or seen anyone do it in real life.”

“What if I tell you, that you have the ability to use the force?” he asked and you were quiet for a while, trying to process what was going on. Had the supreme leader really taken you of all people, to talk about fairytales?

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t think I understand what you mean,” you said, hoping you weren’t offending him. You had heard some rumors about him being quite the ruthless man.

“I have a proposition for you,” he stated as he moved to stand in front of you, towering over your smaller frame on the chair.

“Okay?”

“You come work for me, as my apprentice, and I will make sure your abilities are put to good use,” he suggests, and you stared at him for a good minute, wondering what in the hell you could do for a guy like him.

You agreed. He promised the conditions of both the new living quarters and the work would be better, though once he began training you, you understoodd that only one part of that statement was true.

He had revealed his face to you at the first session and you had blushed the whole time. He was younger than you had expected, and a lot more handsome. His face was in a constant scowl, and you had an urge to know what he looked like when he smiled.

The training was t o r t u r e. You had to stay on your back on the floor for at least 15 minutes after the sessions, just trying to catch your breath. Your palms were blistered from holding onto the wooden stick he had you use for practice.

Practice for what?

You spent every day following him around the ship, learning whatever he could teach. There was a lot, and you didn’t even bother pretending you got everything – there was too much going on everywhere at once.

When you first connected with the force, you passed out from shock. The feeling had been too much for you, the surprise of such a thing being real. He had looked at you differently when you woke up, and he changed his attitude towards you after that. He was colder.

He was always cold, but he had seemed a bit looser around you. He never smiled or talked about anything other than what was happening in front of you, but after you had passed out, it was as if he didn’t even want to look in your direction.

This feeling made you realize you had really enjoyed the weeks of being around him. You had liked them more than a girl of your position should. He was mysterious, and his stare was intense, and you had felt so scrutinized under his glare, yet you had liked it. It was something special – it was him. You liked him.

He wasn’t like that anymore, he was distant. Worked you harder in the sessions, then left without a word. Your stomach felt heavy whenever he turned his back and walked out on you.  You didn’t get to follow him around as he made commands around the ship anymore, he had you follow Hux. You didn’t mind Hux, but he wasn’t Kylo.

“Focus!” Hux hissed quietly next to you, and you had leapt a foot in the air, your head snapping to the side to look at him.

“What?” You stuttered, and he rolled his eyes, walking away. You were left at the deck, looking at the spot where he had stood. What was wrong with you? Why had you not been able to focus? Was that why Kylo didn’t want to look at you anymore? Because you had disappointed him?

Speaking of the devil, he appeared on the other side of the bridge. You could never tell if he was looking at you when he had his mask on, but his head was turned directly towards you. You knew your expression was probably looking like that of a rejected child.

Before anyone could say anything, and before you could notice him move towards you, you bolted out of the control room, heading for your chambers.

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You were awoken by loud noises, alarms blaring and the whole room shaking. You had been frozen, upright in your bed – your still half-asleep mind not being able to grasp what was going on. You weren’t able to snap out of it until your door opened and Kylo had stepped inside in a hurry, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of your bed.

Being painfully aware of the small amount of clothing you had on from sleeping, you tried to reach for your long pants, put he had pulled you along before you could put them on. There were people everywhere, running wildly about like frightened sheep.

The shorts you had on weren’t too short, but you felt very exposed. Your sweater covered your whole upper body, so you at least had that. Your pants were tucked under your arm as you half jogged after Kylo. His strides were long and fast.

When you stepped into the hangar, you could see the massive chaos outside the ship through the opening in the wall. You had stopped out of shock, gaping at the absolute war that had broken lose outside the ship. Kylo had growled at you and you ran after him towards his ship.

It wasn’t big, but there was enough room for three or four people, though you were the only two in it. He sat down and began pressing all sorts of buttons while you pulled your pants on outside your shorts. You had never been in a small ship like this. You had never been in a ship except the one that took you to this big one.

He ordered you to sit and strap in, so you sat in the seat next to his, fumbling with the belts. You had no idea how they worked, but you tried, what could you say. Kylo had reached over and angrily strapped you in, and you felt a blush rise on your cheeks in embarrassment. He was angry at you. You were slowing him down.

You didn’t understand why you were so upset. It wasn’t like you had huge aspirations for becoming whatever he was training you to become.

Kylo flew the two of you out of the hangar and into the middle of the war. You held onto the sides of the seat tightly as you gasped at the speed and all the laser beams flying by the ship. You were terrified and certain of death when a ship flew right in front of you, shooting directly at your ship, but Kylo was a good pilot. You had shut your eyes, your body stiff as a pole.

After a while, everything was quiet. So quiet, you thought you had died. Peeling open your eyes, you found yourself in the middle of space, no other ships around. You looked around, as if a ship would appear out of nowhere and shoot you down.

Glancing over at Kylo, you saw his head was facing forwards, his body more relaxed than yours, but he seemed to be deep in thought. Somewhere far off into his mind.

You wanted to ask him what was going on. You wanted him to speak, to tell you that you were safe, tell you anything. You felt tears well up in your eyes as the adrenaline from earlier was running out. You were scared. And rightly so. Even if you didn’t know a whole lot about anything on that ship, you knew the shaking had been the ship taking hits.

The enemies wanted you all dead, and they hadn’t cared about the civilians on the ship. What assholes! Your thoughts went to the girls you had worked with before moving up to train with Kylo, had they made it out? Would they survive? Would the ship survive the hits?

You were pulled out of your thoughts at the hissing sound of him removing his helmet. He looked at you. It was the first time in a month he had looked at you. You felt pathetic at the fluttering in your stomach.

“What’s going on?” You asked before you could stop yourself. Your voice was barely audible, but in the small space you heard it clearly.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he answered, his voice low as he turned his attention back to the window.

“I don’t mean the battle,” you mumbled, looking down.

“Then what?” he asked, sounding annoyed and you swallowed thickly.

“You seem… different,” you whispered. “I don’t like it.”

He was quiet for a long time, just staring out of the window. You were slowly growing agitated at him. You were trying to mend the bond between you, even if it was just as master and apprentice.

“You don’t need to like it,” he commented and something in you snapped.

“If I did something wrong, just tell me. I don’t like playing games like this. If I did something to you, then look me in the eyes and tell me!” You demanded, looking at him with an angry frown.

“You want to know?” He hissed, looking at you and you leaned back in surprise, though the small space didn’t allow for you to move all that much.

“You passed out,” he said, and you threw your hands in the air.

“I’m sorry!?” You asked, incredulously.

“You fucking passed out, and I was scared to death! I don’t get scared, Y/N!” He growled, his eyes on fire. He leaned back in his chair, refusing to look at you. “I don’t get scared,” he murmured.

“I… What?”

The Angel & The Devil Ch. 5 His Guardian Angel

Arriving in Mexico looking for Red Hood, Guardian attempts her first mission outside of Gotham. Running out of time, she must rush to help her estranged lover who is choking on his last breaths. Sihuanaba watches with a smile. The last chapter! I hope everyone enjoyed hehe, let me know if you’d like to see more of these two <3 - - - - Mèrida, Yucatán: 15 minutes earlier

Guardian dropped from the top of a spire connected to the Mèrida Cathedral. This was her first time operating out of Gotham and to say she was nervous was an understatement. Her long wings sprung from her back and caught her falling form, flapping up and down to cradle their owner into the dark sky above. The cathedral's external lights were now on and the few people walking by most definitely heard the gush of wind her wings created. Reading over the case file Jason had created showed that 16 children and 13 teenagers had been found dead from Sihuanaba’s take on fear toxin. It was made primarily from plant-based chemicals and would paralyse the victim before the acid would slowly melt the internal organs of the unlucky bastard. It didn’t make their deepest fears come to life, but many victims were recorded screaming and rolling around in their final moments of life. Sihuanaba: the shape-changing spirit that takes the form of a beautiful long-haired woman from behind but once lured, transforms into a hideous horses head or skull.

- - - - That’s what the quick google search had said and for Anita, it was more than enough to give her goose bumps. She just prayed Jason wasn’t being as reckless as Artemis had implied. No one deserved to go through that, especially not Jason. All the data Artemis had given showed a major lead the Red Hood was meant to follow tonight. Gerardo Bernal had been boasting of a new business him and his brother Antonio Bernal were investing him at a bar not too far from the cathedral. With the two frequently entering and exiting nurseries all around the area for the past 4 weeks. Sifting through even further, Anita noticed that all the bodies had been found within a 2km radius to one specific nursery: Vivero El Ciprés. This could only mean one thing; this new business venture was with the Sihuanaba, a trade of young impressionable children to test on for a bag or two of Sihuanaba’s finest batch. “Disgusting.” Anita had uttered as she put on her knee length white boots and mask. She couldn’t wait to take these bastards down. Landing a minutes�� walk away from the nursery, Guardian spotted two, young children running her way. They stopped when they saw her and the little girl hollered: “Leave us alone!” Guardian laughed, kneeling down to their height with her hands out in surrender, “Whoa, slow down there missy. I’m here to help.” “Red and white?” The little boy asked, holding out his hand for Guardian to take. Guardian nodded, squeezing his little hand. “That’s right, I’m with Red Hood. Have you kids seen him?” The two kids looked at each other. “Are you an angel?” The girl asked, pointing to Guardians wings. “To good kids like you I am! Red Hood says I’m his guardian angel.” She doted, they seemed to be warming up to the winged woman. “Well then he needs your help! We got in the car and then he told us to run and he stopped moving.” “Was it near the nursery?” “We’ll take you!” The girl said, tugging on Guardian’s other free hand. “How about you guys stay here instead? It’ll be safer, ok?” The two kids pouted but let her hands go, pointing the way to the nursery. Guardian smiled and gave a little wave before flying down the street. To say Red Hood needed Guardian’s help was an understatement. The vigilante was writhing on the floor, his helmet off his head and a tall, robed woman standing over him. “You should have stayed out of this, Señor. Now you face the wrath of Sihuanaba.” She uttered, having taken one of his guns and aiming at his exposed head. Jason groaned and coughed up blood, trying to reach for his other pistol but feeling his limbs grow stiff. “I don’t think I’ll need to waste a bullet on you. But just in case.” The woman moved the barrel of the gun to his knee and Jason closed his eyes, waiting for the pain that never came. Instead a rush of wind ruffled his hair and a white blur threw Sihuanaba into the nursery wall. Moving his eyes, as his neck had fallen asleep, Jason spotted the auburn coloured hair that could only belong to one woman. If his face wasn’t paralysed, he’d smile right now. “Get off him, you stupid horse bitch.” Guardian growled, throwing up a wing when Sihuanaba started firing.  Realizing it was useless, the villain threw the gun aside and opened her robe to pull out a needle gun. “Let’s see how you handle these!” The woman howled, shooting her toxin at Guardian. The winged woman dodged them effortlessly, snaking a wing around Sihuanaba and closing it around her long form. Squeezing her left fist, the wing began tightening around Sihuanaba and she screamed something intelligible. “I think you were much better as a myth.” Guardian quipped before lifting her wing and slamming Sihuanaba into the ground, her body going limp as she fell unconscious. Guardian grinned, that had gone better than expected. But a gargle from Jason quickly snapped her out of her reverie. Rushing over to his side, Guardian ripped off her mask and began checking Jason’s pulse. The man was trying to say something even with his mouth full of blood and eyes bulging. “Shit, Jay! Stay with me, okay? Artemis gave me a few vials just in case. Fuck, fuck where did I put them? I need a bigger utility belt.” Another choke left Jason and Anita pulled down the zip on his Kevlar top, exposing his scar-littered chest. “Hey it’s gonna be okay, please just keep breathing. Please.” Anita pleaded as she finally found a vial of the antidote and filled a syringe with it. Then she pierced the vein on his neck and administered the cure. Time seemed to slow as Anita waited. "Please, handsome. Don't die on me." Then Jason gasped, lifting his now free body and puking on the pavement. Anita cried in relief, slowly rubbing his back and saying soothing things. “Artemis sent you?” He asked, wiping his mouth of puke and zipping up his Kevlar top. “Nice to see you too.” Anita mused, running a hand through his hair. Jason hummed, missing her touch after all this time apart. “But no, she didn’t send me. She told me you were being reckless, and I wanted to check up on you.” Anita admitted, grabbing his helmet so he wouldn’t see the blush on her face. “I-I’m glad you came.” Jason started, God he had so much to tell her. In what order should he? “Thank you for saving me and I’m sorry, for everything.” Anita smiled, taking his gloved hand and squeezing so Jason continued, “I understand if you don’t want to be together anymore, Angel. But if there’s even a slight chance then I want to fix things. We can go at your pace, but I want to earn your trust back. You mean… So, fucking much to me. I would quote Shakespeare, but I don’t want to hide behind someone else’s words when I say I love you.” Anita laughed then, helping the nervous man up and cupping his cheek. “Thank you for your apology, Jay. I appreciate you acknowledging your mistakes. I must admit, I said some terrible things up on that roof and I’m sorry. But it’s gonna take a lot for us to get back to where we were.” “I’ll do it all, Anita. Just name it.” Looking into his eyes, Anita knew he meant it. She hung the stars for him just as he hung the moon for her. Overwhelmed by the giddy feeling in her chest, Anita gave Jason a soft kiss on the lips, trying to ignore that tell-tale smell of puke. Jason huffed softly, obviously wanting more. “How about an ice-cream date at Hoops & Scoops?” Anita giggled. “Done.” Jason couldn’t hide the grin on his face. “Good. Also, there were two kids down the street. We should go get them.” “Shit, are they okay?” “Oh fine, I think they’re your biggest fans.” Anita smirked, fixing his jacket as he slipped back on his helmet. “I thought you were?” The mechanical voice cooed. “Hmm, buy me a few more Banana Splits and I’ll think about it.” “You’ll make me broke, Angel.” The two laughed, it felt nice to be near each other again. Neither realizing how much they missed the banter. Beginning the trek back Violetta and Jorge, Anita suddenly had an idea. “Hey, handsome?” “Yeah?” Jason turned, happy to hear the pet name again. “I think it’s bridal style time.” “No.” “But you said you’d do anything!” Anita pouted, holding her arms out for him. Under his visor, Jason rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the smile on his face. Walking over and letting her carry him. “Just until we get to the kids.” He stated, wrapping his arms around her neck. Anita grinned cheekily, that was more than enough time.

highway to hell - chapter 2

pairings: bts x reader (bit of member x member too)

genres: seven deadly sins!au, devil bangtan!au, fluff, angst, smut

warnings: future smut, violence, death, swearing, NSFW, literal hell

summary:  Y/N had always been the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the light in people’s life. She had always believed that she would never do anything wrong, be a perfect little angel. Until her life turns upside down, and she meets seven very handsome, very dangerous men.

a/n: The end of school year is nearing which means tests, exams and end of the year assignments. This means I will be quite busy and probably quite stressed. Therefore, I will in advance apologize for the lack of updating, or not updating frequently. I hope you understand, thank you!

”Shit, shit, shit” Y/N looked at her clock for the third time in the last two minutes. She couldn’t believe this. She was going to be late, on her first day. This was nothing like her, she was always on time. Always. She just hoped that her teacher didn’t realize or could care less. Y/N looked around one last time, grabbing her keys on the table and checking the clock one last time. If she really hurried, she could still get there in time. Shutting her door harshly, she began running down the staircase leading to the school campus. “How the hell am I going to get to the other side of campus in 20 minutes?”

One thing was for sure, Y/N really needed some fucking exercise. Not even 5 minutes went past, before she had to stop up and take a deep breath. “Holy shit, I’m going to die.” She looked around quickly, huffing slightly, to make sure no one saw her compromising position. Luckily, it seemed like there was no one around, on the other hand, it probably meant everyone was in class. Resuming her run, Y/N rounded the corner of the building, but didn’t continue any further. Instead she found herself running into a hard surface, the force making her jump back and drop some of her books. Looking up at the wall she’d run into, she was surprised seeing an incredibly handsome boy. Y/N forgot everything about her running late, or her books lying on the ground. She could only look at the boy’s face, watching his eyes searching her up and down. Was it even allowed to be that attractive? His face had to belong in a museum, he looked like he was a piece of art.

“You dropped your books” His voice was deep and saturated, and it send chills down Y/N’s spine. Breaking out of her trance-like state, she felt her cheeks grow red from embarrassment. “Sorry” She bend down quickly picking up her books, feeling his gaze on her. Straightening up again, she looked at his face once more. It was now being donned by a smug look, his eyebrows slightly lifted at her, the expression making him even more attractive. There wasn’t a lot of strangers, that Y/N would willingly get down on her knees for, but the blond in front of her was definitely an exception.  

“Don’t worry about it, princess” He leaned down and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. If it had been anyone other than the handsome stranger, then Y/N would have been uncomfortable with the close proximity, but standing here she was more than happy about him touching her. “I should’ve been more careful” His breath felt hot against her face, and his eyes pierced into hers. Y/N only had to move a little bit forward, and her lips would touch the strangers, but before she could do anything, he pulled away again, almost making her whine. What was happening with her? Had it really been that long since she had gotten some, that one touch from a pretty boy was leaving her a mess? She shook her head slightly, realizing that the stranger was already a decent way away from her. He turned around to look at her again, opening his mouth to perhaps... ask something? Y/N was already pulling her phone out to give him her number. “I think you’re late for your class, princess” Her movements stilled, and the boy winked at her, before turning around and disappearing. Pulling her phone out of her pocket completely, she looked at the clock, loudly cursing when she realized what time it was.

Her class had started 15 minutes ago.

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After giving up, and deciding no to go to her first class, Y/N stood waiting for one of her dorm mates to finish her class. Her name was Jihyo, and even though the two hadn’t spoken much, had they still become friends pretty quickly. Meeting in the cafeteria, they sat down and ate their food, while Y/N complained about the stranger preventing her from getting to class. Leaving out the fact, that it was also her own fault to some degree. Jihyo laughed at her inconvenience and shoveled some rice in her mouth. “But he was pretty, right? You should’ve said he owed you his number” Y/N buried her head in her arms and groaned at the older girl beside her. “You aren’t helping at all!” Jihyo laughed and gave a quick apology, before continuing to eat her food. “My professor is going to hate me, I’m dead meat” Shutting her eyes, Y/N began thinking back to the stranger she had met this morning. There had been something eerie about him, something weird, she was sure of it. She just couldn’t figure out what exactly it had been.

•        

Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot!

The words repeatedly rang out inside the house, encouraging the boy in front of Y/N to down his 11th shot glass. Which was quite impressive, but she didn’t actually really care for the show, still there was nothing else to do at the party. Y/N didn’t know why she had come. The first reason being she wasn’t even  in the first place much for partying and the complete madness of it. Second one being the gathering turned out to be just another typical college party. She thought that she would be dealing with a different crowd once coming to university, but apparently people didn’t grow up anymore. And on top of that, she was pretty damn sure, she saw a couple of college kids running around too.

Looking around the room, Y/N froze as her eyes landed upon the blond stranger across the room. The man had been on her mind since their first meeting and seeing him across the room made her stomach warm up. His sculpted face was handsome, even under the dim lights of the party, and Y/N had a strange feeling of wanting to kiss every place on his face she could reach. Trying to shake the weird thoughts of her, she spotted the other man beside her stranger. ‘Man’ wasn’t quite the right word to describe him, he looked young and boyish. Even then his beauty was just as apparent as the blond beside him. His brown ruffled hair adding to his charm and making him appear more fresh looking compared to the sexy facade of the her stranger.

As if feeling the eyes on him, the brown-haired boy turned to stare directly at Y/N. His eyes contrasting his kid like features. They were holding a certain kind of dominance to them, his powerful gazing making her look away in embarrassment. Sneaking a glance once more, she saw not only the kid looking at her still, but also the blond staring with his eyebrow raised. He was smirking slightly, and his eyes were glinting with amusement, like he knew her awkwardness just by staring at her. Feeling her shoulder shoved lightly, she flinched slightly, breaking out of her trance.

“I thought I’d lost you, you just disappeared from beside me!” Jihyo laughed a bit, obviously tipsy but not yet fully drunk. Y/N muttered a slight sorry and gave her a sheepish smile. “Found any hot guys in the meantime?” Jihyo sent a wink at her, and her cheeks reddened slightly, sneaking a glance at the two boys across the room, who now looked to be debating with each other. Apparently, she hadn’t been so subtle as she thought, because Jihyo turned around, staring straight at the people across the room. Y/N saw her eyes widening slightly, before she let out a loud groan. “No, nope, no. You’re staying far away from him” She turned back around again and grabbed Y/N pulling her a bit closer. “That’s Jeon Jeongguk. We went to the same college, don’t know how the fucking menace got in here” She made a motion with her hands, pretending to throw up. “Anyways, don’t even try. He’s messed in the head, heard his friends were too. Don’t let the hotness fool you” Y/N’s eyes widened slightly at Jihyo’s clear hate for the boy. “Messed in the head? What do you mean?” She looked at Jihyo, who was still cursing the boy – Jeongguk - quietly. “Listen here, he’s weird okay? He collects things – no, not only things, everything. Food, friends, girls, he’s just weird okay? He once told me ‘I’ll never be satisfied, not before I’ve had a taste of everything in this world and more. Seeing is devouring’. I don’t know if he was high or something, but that’s still really fucking mental. What does that even fucking mean? Anyways, just stay away from them.” Jihyo had pulled Y/N outside doing her long rant, ending it with a short ‘We’re going home’. The trip home was entirely silent, only one thought occupying Y/N’s thoughts.

Jeon Jeongguk and his friend interested her more than they should.

Tag: @d-noona 💕

come to me

rating: pg 

word count: 2668

characters: you x chanyeol

genre: fluff!

summary // after a rough day at work, all you wanted was to drive aimlessly around for hours to relieve your thoughts. and although you didn’t expect your uber driver to take you on a date to cheer you up, you were glad that he did.

Both of your index fingers and thumbs were placed at two lower corners of your first report to your department manager as you handed it to her for review before final revisions. You quickly pulled your quivering hands back to hold at your stomach to try and keep yourself still, to not show her how nervous you were. A measly fashion article for a teen’s magazine about what shade of pink matches their skin tone was one thing but you were just freshly transferred to one of the more prestigious sections of the building. And the head was just as intimidating as the rumors made her out to be.

Her large blue eyes scanned over your large stack of paper that was compiled of the final product as well as all of the notes and magazine clippings of inspiration as beads of sweat were threatening to spill over your forehead. “Rewrite it,” she said nonchalantly as she slid your heavy document over the desk as if it was nothing.

You quickly caught your papers before it could fall off your desk, “what about it should I change?” Your eyes were shaking as you held the draft close to your chest.

“Everything,” she said disinterested as she began to type away on her desk. “You need to remember that you’re not writing for children anymore. This isn’t Vogue but it sure isn’t Teen Vogue.”

You nodded and said a quick “thank you for you time,” before heading towards the door to escape from the suffocating atmosphere from her penthouse office.

“Oh and one more thing,” she called out as your sweaty hand was ready to turn the golden doorknob. “I don’t need your notes with your product, it’s the results that matter.”

Your face burned with embarrassment as you nodded and closed the door softly to her office. The sounds of your heels clanked in the halls back to your cubicle, alerting many other colleagues who had been mouthing off about you ever since you came.

“I heard she was only promoted because she sucked up to her former manager.” “I mean how else would she have gotten here? She needs that many notes to write a shitty article?” “Yeah, I can’t believe she was assigned that instead of us.”

Your mind wasn’t at ease until you left the office at almost exactly 12am after writing multiple revisions for your manager. You knew that since you were new, it wasn’t going to be easy to adapt to the new standard of writing and sophistication but you didn’t expect to need to write 14 before you got the final okay. Tears of relief almost escaped your eyes when you heard her say, “you have promise. I just need to push you to see if you can handle it. Nothing is easy in this world to come, so keep trying to improve.”

Her words were kind yet had the delivery of a warning or threat and you weren’t really sure if you could handle that type of pressure and workload every single day as well as the snarky comments surrounding you while you were trying to work. You definitely didn’t want to stay here long enough to become one of your gossiping coworkers either.

With heavy feet as well as a heavy mind, you dragged yourself to a bench at a park to wait until someone was able to accept your request of, “I just need a drive aimlessly, feel free to refuse.” And many drivers did refuse, they would rather have a solid destination to get on with their next customers rather than drive in circles in the busy streets so they didn’t linger too far from their customer hub.

You felt as though you’ve sat enough when you felt the midnight chill raise the hairs up on your arms as well as the developing sensations of pins and needles on your bottom. As soon as you stood up you heard a car pull up near the park and honk, not seeing who requested the ride. You looked down at your phone and didn’t realize that someone had accepted; you were probably too lost in thought.

Trying not to get the heel of your black pumps stuck in the crevices of the park’s path of bricks, you waddled over to the shiny and freshly polished black Sedan. “Chanyeol?” You asked to confirm that you had the correct driver.

He turned to face you, taking you back at your handsome Uber driver whose veins were prominent as one hand gripped the steering wheel while the other was placed on the back of the passenger’s seat. “Hop in,” he smiled. You tried to smile back as you sat in the back but could only muster up an emotionless curling of the corners of your lips. “Destination anywhere, right?”

You nodded slowly as you pulled your seatbelt into its chamber, making a satisfying click before you leaned back into the cool seat. “Just my luck, I wanted to drive around before I called it a night.”

You closed your eyes to regain moisture; sitting and staring at nothing in the breeze had probably dried out any tears of stress that could have formed. “So that’s why you were the only one who accepted my ride?” You laughed, not meaning to sound as self deprecating as much as it had came out.

You didn’t need to open your eyes to know that he looked back at you before pulling out of the street corner to start driving to who knows where. “That tough, huh?” You felt his face turn back around to focus on the road, the red and blue lights filling the blackness of your closed eyelids every once and awhile. “Rough day?”

“You could say so,” you replied. Was it a tough day? Head in chief was definitely nicer and less demanding than what you had expected but it was no less than the Devil Wears Prada. But you knew one thing for sure, you were stressed and uncertain of your career and future.

You opened your eyes slightly to see him looking directly into your ears from the front mirror whilst you were stopped at a red light, “do you want to talk about it?”

A ball formed in your throat as a sweet smile of concern followed his question, causing you to look away. “I wouldn’t want to bore you to death with my life problems.”

He laughed carefreely, easing your thoughts almost at how contagious his happiness was, “enlighten me. I bet it’s better than the story I heard today of how this guy made the world’s best inventions of apple and broccoli sandwiches or how a mom was late because the nail tech did her nails coffin instead of stiletto.”

A genuine grin spread across your face as he started to drive once more, reaching the highway instead of the loud and crowded city. “I think I’d rather hear those stories to be honest.” Chanyeol shook his head, the waves of his fluffy black locks bouncing every abnormality in the road. He was waiting for you to air out your problems.

You weren’t the type to express your feelings to anyone close but here you were, ready to reveal them to a complete stranger. “I just got transferred to a new department and I don’t know. It all feels like the Devil Wears Prada and it doesn’t help that I’m in fashion.” You saw him nod and use his free left hand to rub his chin insightfully. You knew that 2 sentences wasn’t going to satisfy his curiosity. “I had to write around 15 drafts until my boss was happy and she said I was good but it was only going to get harder but I thought, ‘I don’t even really like this job too much to go through this.’ You know?” Chanyeol nodded. “Maybe I should just be grateful that I have a prestigious job…”

Chanyeol shook his head, “don’t put down your problems like that. You have every right to feel what you do without being guilty.” He pulled out of the highway and into a parking lot of a relatively secluded strip mall. “I’m feeling hungry how about you?”

Now that he had asked, you realized that the only food you were running on was a bagel for breakfast and a quick microwaved spaghetti and meatballs you had at 12. With all what was on your mind you realized, “wow now that you mention it I haven’t ate in 12 hours.”

“Unacceptable,” he said with a scolding finger shaking in front of you. He reached over to his phone that was mounted on a holder and ended the right prematurely. “Let’s go eat, I haven’t eaten all day.”

“This is out of your own time though, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” You also felt as though he was feeling bad for you after your little sob story.

Chanyeol was adamant on his decision and pulled the key out from his car and closed the door to open your side and let you out. “I was going to get McDonald’s after my last ride anyways. And besides I’d rather eat with company at a restaurant than eat at home alone.” He held his large hand for you to take, “c’mon.” You were hesitant. “Or we could drive for another 30 minutes and you can watch me order a number 2 at Mickey D’s.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and took his hand graciously to step out, he slammed the door and locked the car afterwards. His hand was placed at the small of your back to guide you to where he was planning to take you but not too close to touch you. Gentlemanly, you thought. “So what is this great restaurant that you’re so keen on?”

Both of you walked until you saw the infamous red and yellow sign resembling one of McDonald’s but even better. “Denny’s, my favourite.”

“You’re not making fun of me are you?” He looked at you cautiously before opening the door for you.

You turned back to face him, “nothing better to have at midnight than some pancakes and shakes, right?”

Chanyeol’s face practicably beamed in your reply and hummed in agreement, “you’re going to make someone very happy someday.” Your cheeks flushed, wondering if he was implying him. But the thought was pushed out of your head as the hostess placed the two of you at a cubicle of the empty diner.

After flipping through the menus in a hungry flash and ordering, both of you sipped on a birthday cake milkshake, agreeing that one would be enough for you two one top of what you had ordered. “So do you do this with all of the people you drive?” You asked, pulling away from your straw.

His veiny hands rubbed the glass, wiping away the cold condensation in the process as he shook his head with his mouth still sipping on the milkshake. “Spur of the moment.” He wiped his hand on a brown napkin, “and I’m assuming you don’t go eat with all your Uber drivers too?”

You nodded, lips curved in his witty reply. “Do you do anything other than Uber?” Both of you thanked the waiter after they served you hot plates of food; pancakes, sausage links, eggs, and toast.

“I’m actually in a band, I play the drums.” He took a bite of his food before continuing his thought. Your eyes were settled on him as you began to dig in, filling your empty stomach with a satisfying warmth and weight. “I can’t really have a regular job with set hours so I work on my own time.”

“What’s your band called?”

“Exo,” he said nonchalantly as you nearly spat of your mouthful of sunny side up eggs.

“No way! I was listening to your song ‘Tempo’ on the way to work!” The corners of Chanyeol’s eyes creased in excitement at your reaction. “I’d want to make something I’m passionate about like you.”

He frowned a little bit, “you can do that.” You shrugged, can you? “Think about it this way. Are you planning on staying there forever?” You shook your head. “Are you happy with where you are?” You shook your head. “Have you looked at any other options.” Again, you shook your head, struggling to understand where he was getting at.

Chanyeol put down his cutlery and clapped his hands once. “That’s what the problem is. You’re stressed because you think you don’t want to be doing this forever as if you have to but the reality is, is that you don’t need to stay there.” You almost felt stupid to not realize that. “You don’t need to suffer, it’s just temporary afterall.”

You didn’t know what to say after, “thank you.” But to play off how much insight he gave you you joked, “maybe motivational speaker should be a third job.”

He chuckled and placed his hand lightly on yours and grabbed it more firmly when he saw that you were comfortable with his touch, “hey, just know whenever you’re down, I believe that you can reach better things that you can enjoy.” He noticed the grateful tears that were glossing over your eyes but didn’t acknowledge them to embarrass you or to risk the chance of them spilling. Instead, he ruffled your hair lightly to comfort you.

Once the waiter set the bill on the table after you two finished eating, he reached for the receipt but you had already snatched it away so that he wasn’t able to pay. “C’mon, I dragged you here. I have to pay.”

You shook your head and placed out a 50 bill which was enough for your food as well as a generous tip, “no your company was a priceless therapy session for me.”

Chanyeol still insisted but cursed under his breath when he realized that he forgot to grab his wallet from his car’s compartment before locking it. “Alright, but the ride’s on me and I’ll repay you back next time.”

You looked at him flirtatiously, “there’s a next time?”

“I hope so,” he said shyly before walking you out to the car. As he was fumbling with his keys, he took off his heavy leather jacket and placed it on top of your shoulders as he saw that you were shivering. He unlocked the car and opened the door to the passenger seat and closed it after you had sat down.

When he got into his seat, he reached over to secure your seatbelt, taking your breath away at how close he was to your face. He didn’t seem to notice your pink face as he started to reverse out of the driveway with his hand at the back of your headrest.

On the ride both of you had continued your conversation and had exchanged all of the contact information that you two had. A sense of sadness washed over you as you reached your front door. You wanted to invite him inside but you had work at 7 the next morning and it was already about 3 in the morning.

His hand was touching the back of his neck awkwardly, silently debating whether it was too brash to kiss you when he had just met you but you leaned in and quickly sneaked a “goodnight” kiss before turning to enter your house. But that peck had given him reassurance in your returned feelings and he turned you around to give you a more passionate kiss; his hands rested at your waist with yours wrapped around his neck.

Chanyeol had left you breathless as he pulled away, “good night,” he said before walked slowly from your front steps and waving back one more time. You closed the door behind you and finally heard his car pull out when he was sure you were safe.

You weren’t sure about how this came about, but you were happy that it did.

Anime for Halloween

I should have posted this before my movies list. But hell, It’s here now and Y’all can binge-watch over the next month. But little disclaimer. These are anime I have seen and ones I associate with Halloween because they have to do with something from the holiday. So anything with Vampires, witches, demons, etc. Anything I got a Halloween-y vibe from. This list is gonna be kind of long. Now time for me to suffer typing it and yall to get an idea from reading it. 

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Everything in bold is strictly my opinion. Agree to disagree with me, and put down your own opinion in repost or in the comments but be respectful. Rude or anything of the sort will be deleted or reported depending on the severity.

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07-Ghost

Teito Klein, a student at the academy, is one of the most promising soldiers produced. Although ridiculed by everyone for being a sklave (German for slave) with no memories of his past, he is befriended by a fellow student called Mikage. While preparing for the final exam, Teito uncovers a dark secret related to his past. When an attempt to assassinate Ayanami, a high-ranking official who killed his father, fails, Teito is locked away awaiting punishment.

This one is religious, HOWEVER, Demons and the Gods of Death kinda make it more Halloween-y so :p Also as a side note; It’s only subbed so all y’all who prefer dub are gonna be disappointed.

Ancient Magus Bride

Chise Hatori, a 15-year-old Japanese girl, was sold for five million pounds at an auction to a tall masked gentleman. Abandoned at a young age and ridiculed by her peers for her unconventional behavior, she was ready to give herself to any buyer if it meant having a place to go home to. In chains and on her way to an unknown fate, she hears whispers from robed men along her path, gossiping and complaining that such a buyer got his hands on a rare "Sleigh Beggy." Ignoring the murmurs, the mysterious man leads the girl to a study, where he reveals himself to be Elias Ainsworth—a magus. After a brief confrontation and a bit of teleportation magic, the two open their eyes to Elias' picturesque cottage in rural England. Greeted by fairies and surrounded by weird and wonderful beings upon her arrival, these events mark the beginning of Chise's story as the apprentice and supposed bride of the ancient magus.

I love this one so much. My only issue is what would have made it more Halloween inspired would have been if they’s gone through Samhain and not skipped straight to Yule. BUT monsters, mages, witches, alchemists, and fae make this anime perfect for magic inspire Halloween watch.

Another

In 1972, a popular student in Yomiyama North Middle School's class 3-3 named Misaki passed away during the school year. Since then, the town of Yomiyama has been shrouded by a fearful atmosphere, from the dark secrets hidden deep within.

Horror, horror, horror and gore. Enjoy this with friends and family who have a strong stomach and are old enough to not get scared. The deaths are absolutely horrific and it takes place all around a middle school class. (Read the novel, of the same name, it’s based off if you dare)

Ao no Exorcist

Humans and demons are two sides of the same coin, as are Assiah and Gehenna, their respective worlds. The only way to travel between the realms is by the means of possession, like in ghost stories. However, Satan, the ruler of Gehenna, cannot find a suitable host to possess and therefore, remains imprisoned in his world. In a desperate attempt to conquer Assiah, he sends his son instead, intending for him to eventually grow into a vessel capable of possession by the demon king.

Anyone who’s been around anime long enough knows or knows of this anime. Who wouldn’t have added this into their Halloween Anime list? It has to do with Demons and the Son of Satan.

Black Butler  

Young Ciel Phantomhive is known as "the Queen's Guard Dog," taking care of the many unsettling events that occur in Victorian England for Her Majesty. Aided by Sebastian Michaelis, his loyal butler with seemingly inhuman abilities, Ciel uses whatever means necessary to get the job done. But is there more to this black-clad butler than meets the eye?

Classic as well. Don’t forget the movies and season 3. We don’t speak of season 2 0.0″ Also the manga has taken a VERY dark turn as of recent so if you’re looking for reading material, there you go.

Blood-C 

Peaceful schoolgirl by day, fearsome monster slayer by night, Saya Kisaragi is leading a split life. Equipped with a ceremonial sword given to her by her father for sacred tasks, she vanquishes every monster who dares threaten her quiet little village. But all too soon, Saya's reality and everything she believes to be true is tested, when she overhears the monsters speak of a broken covenant—something she knows nothing about. And then, unexpectedly, a strange dog appears; it asks her to whom she promised to protect the village, curious as to what would happen if she were to break that promise. Tormented by unexplainable visions and her world unraveling around her, we travel with Saya through her struggle to find a way to the truth in a village where nothing is as it seems.

Another very gory anime. Children, please do avoid.

Bloodivores

60 years ago, a strange case of insomnia struck the population, forcing them to stay awake for more than a full week. The victims, completely sleep deprived, all went mad. To cure this illness, a new medicine was produced, but the side effects turned the patients into vampires. Humanity went to war against this new species and triumphed, but some of the vampires managed to survive. Born from a Human and a Vampire, the main character Mi Liu, "The Child of Hope," is to represent the new hope that will connect the two species. Ringleader of a bank robbery, Mi Liu is arrested and transferred to a special prison of the National Defense Agency that monitors Vampires.

Genetically created vampires. Need I say more?

Blood Lad

Staz Charlie Blood is a powerful vampire who rules the Eastern district of Demon World. According to rumors, he is a bloodthirsty and merciless monster, but in reality, Staz is just an otaku obsessed with Japanese culture and completely uninterested in human blood. Leaving the management of his territory to his underlings, Staz spends his days lazing around, indulging in anime, manga, and games.

A vampire otaku... Thank you, this is exactly what I needed. 

D.Gray-Man

Losing a loved one is so painful that one may sometimes wish to be able to resurrect them—a weakness that the enigmatic Millennium Earl exploits. To make his mechanical weapons known as "Akuma," he uses the souls of the dead that are called back. Once a soul is placed in an Akuma, it is trapped forever, and the only way to save them is to exorcise them from their vessel using the Anti-Akuma weapon, "Innocence."

*Piece of advice. D. Gray-Man the first series was not finished in Dub if you’re one who prefers Dub. So heading into D. Gray-Man Hollow, you’ll be confused as hell. It’s best to just watch Sub so you don’t have to worry about missing a huge chunk of info. 

But if you like anime about demons and exorcists there’s more than just Blue Exorcist. This one I suggest because it’s phenomenal, but that’s personal opinion XD

Dance with Devils

Ritsuka Tachibana has always been a good student, so she is completely shocked when she is suddenly summoned by the student council. Even more, they seem to think of Ritsuka as a troublemaker. Led by the handsome Rem Kaginuki, the student council—also consisting of Urie Sogami, Shiki Natsumizaka, and Mage Nanashiro—tries to question her, but it soon becomes clear that they have ulterior motives.

This is one based off an Otome (Dating game) so try YT for gameplay if you wanna see the whole story. Yet another about demons and exorcists, but this time there are vampires and Cerberus added to the mix. Plus for those who know-how Otome heroines are basically pushovers, this one has a strong-willed girl as our protagonist. Thank you, Ritsuka for breaking the mold T/\T

Diabolik Lovers

At the behest of her father, Yui Komori goes to live in a secluded mansion, home to the six Sakamaki brothers—Shuu, Reiji, Ayato, Kanato, Laito, and Subaru—a family of vampires. Though at first the siblings are confused as to why the girl has arrived, they soon realize that she is to be their new "sacrificial bride," not to mention their other, more carnal intentions for her. After meeting the brothers, Yui quickly begins to question why her father would have sent her here and why she feels a strange, new pain in her chest. With each brother more sadistic than the last, Yui's life as a captive takes a harrowing turn in her new home. As her days turn into endless nights, and each brother vows to make her his own, Yui falls deeper and deeper into madness and ecstasy.

Otome with like 4? games, try YT for gameplay. I’m a little sad that it only has two seasons and the episodes are like 13-15 minutes long. Still, if you like Otome based games, you’ve most likely seen this. DO NOT EXPECT VANILLA ROMANCE. THIS IS NOT A FUN RIDE IF YOU EXPECT THAT.

Death Note

A shinigami, as a god of death, can kill any person—provided they see their victim's face and write their victim's name in a notebook called a Death Note. One day, Ryuk, bored by the shinigami lifestyle and interested in seeing how a human would use a Death Note, drops one into the human realm.

Classic... But not my personal cup of tea. I added it because it’s a salute to one of my dear friends.

Little Witch Academia

"A believing heart is your magic!"—these were the words that Atsuko "Akko" Kagari's idol, the renowned witch Shiny Chariot, said to her during a magic performance years ago. Since then, Akko has lived by these words and aspired to be a witch just like Shiny Chariot, one that can make people smile. Hence, even her non-magical background does not stop her from enrolling in Luna Nova Magical Academy.

This one is just cute and intense. Witches are starting to die out but one girl wants desperately to be a witch like her idol was. I love how this brings in witchy elements and some fairy tale elements.

Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist

The story revolves around William, an aristocratic family's progeny with rare intellect. One day, his uncle lost his possessions after his business failed. Fearing that his family's name has been tarnished, William returns home and searches with his family's butler for anything that can be converted into cash. A search of the premises yields an underground room left by an ancestor. In the room is a magical seal, and William unintentionally summons a devil. The summoned devil tells William his name Dantalion and reveals that William is the designator who can choose the acting ruler of the demon world.

If realists were like William, I think the world would be on fire. The poor people that have to deal with him. At least most of them are demons, maybe that will knock his head into gear... right?

Miira No Kaikata 

High school student Sora Kashiwagi is accustomed to receiving bizarre presents from his father, who is on an expedition around the world. Unfortunately, these gifts have been nothing but nightmares. As a result, when his father sends him a huge package from Egypt, Sora prepares himself for the worst, only to be greeted by Mii-kun—a cute, pint-sized mummy! While initially wary, Sora soon learns that Mii-kun is harmless, a delicate creature yearning for attention.

I can understand people who don’t like horror or gore. I was there once. So here’s a cute anime about a boy and his pet mummy. Sanrio really did a great job turning the manga, which was darker than the anime, into something so cute and so wholesome.

Mirai Nikki

Lonely high school student, Yukiteru Amano, spends his days writing a diary on his cellphone while conversing with his two seemingly imaginary friends Deus Ex Machina, who is the god of time and space, and Murmur, the god's servant. Revealing himself to be an actual entity, Deus grants Yukiteru a "Random Diary," which shows highly descriptive entries based on the future and forces him into a bloody battle royale with 11 other holders of similarly powerful future diaries.

I have no word on this.

Owari no Seraph

With the appearance of a mysterious virus that kills everyone above the age of 13, mankind becomes enslaved by previously hidden, power-hungry vampires who emerge in order to subjugate society with the promise of protecting the survivors, in exchange for donations of their blood.

The Apocolypse starts and vampires rule the world. I dunno if that sounds like heaven or hell for me? But in this world, it would certainly be hell. Vampires rule the world but that doesn't mean the humans are gone. An army rises to protect what’s left from the bloodsuckers. And did I mention demons? Along with the concept of corrupt angels? Oh yeah, that’s gotta be hell on earth.

Pandora Hearts

To young Oz Vessalius, heir to the Vessalius Duke House, the perilous world called the Abyss is nothing more than a folktale used to scare misbehaving children. However, when Oz's coming-of-age ceremony is interrupted by the malicious Baskerville Clan intent on banishing him into the depths of the Abyss, the Vessalius heir realizes that his peaceful life of luxury is at its end. Now, he must confront the world of the Abyss and its dwellers, the monstrous "Chains," which are both not quite as fake as he once believed.

I couldn't have found a better gif for this anime. It’s Alice in Wonderland inspired but with a much darker twist than what Disney gave us (and yes I do mean both the original and the Tim Burton version). Enjoy this one because it’s not all dark there is humor to break up the heart-wrenching. But don’t expect it to always be comical. 

Phantom in the Twilight

Set in modern-day London, the story takes place in a world where "Shadows" are born from human fear and anxiety. A young girl arrives to study abroad, only to be caught in a bizarre incident as she enters university. In a city with no acquaintances, the helpless girl wanders into "Café Forbidden," a mysterious café that exclusively opens at midnight. She meets an assortment of handsome men employed at the café, where guardians who protect the boundary between humans and shadow convene

Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and even demons; this one would be great for Halloween. I will admit though, it’s lackluster considering these guys are supposed to be Dracula, the Wolfman, and so on. It might be someone’s cup of tea, just not everyone’s 

Rosario to Vampire

Youkai Academy is a seemingly normal boarding school, except that its pupils are monsters learning to coexist with humans. All students attend in human form and take normal academic subjects, such as literature, gym, foreign language, and mathematics. However, there is one golden rule at Youkai Academy—all humans found on school grounds are to be executed immediately!

I couldn’t get through this one. I’m not gonna lie. It was basically light hentai and I’m not into that kinda stuff, but I feel like someone would have called me out for it not being here so T-T

Servamp 

Mahiru Shirota firmly believes that simple is best and troublesome things should be avoided at all costs. It is troublesome to do nothing and regret it later—and this ideology has led the 15-year-old to pick up a stray cat on his way home from school. As he affectionately names the feline Kuro, little does he know that this chance meeting will spark an extraordinary change in his everyday life.

I’m gonna be completely honest, the manga was better. I love the anime don’t get me wrong. I’ve rewatched it many times. But it cut out so much from the manga. So as an anime, watch it first before reading the manga, then go back and nitpick. If you do it the other way around you may be more disappointed.

Soul Eater

Death City is home to the famous Death Weapon Meister Academy, a technical academy headed by the Shinigami—Lord Death himself. Its mission: to raise "Death Scythes" for the Shinigami to wield against the many evils of their fantastical world. These Death Scythes, however, are not made from physical weapons; rather, they are born from human hybrids who have the ability to transform their bodies into Demon Weapons, and only after they have consumed the souls of 99 evil beings and one witch's soul. This one is perfect for Halloween with it’s dark but funny themes. If you prefer the cutesier stuff like I do sometimes try Soul Eater NOT! The concept of soul-eating monsters and a school that teaches teens to fight and destroy them, A+ content. Plus some of those teens turn into actual weapons. Where is my sign up sheet? I would gladly take that over normal boring high school. Also add the grim reaper into the mix then give him a funny voice and disposition. Gold I tell ya.

Togainu no Chi

In the wake of a third world war that left Japan in ruins, an organization known as Vischio seized control of Tokyo and renamed it Toshima. Taking place in its back alleys are battle games known as Igura, overseen by the Vischio, in which contestants battle and bathe in each other's blood to earn the chance to go up against its tournament's king, Il-re.

This one is for all my lovely fujoshi/fudanshi peoples. It’s a dark anime and based off a rated M, BL Otome. Sinners welcome.

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo has become a cruel and merciless city—a place where vicious creatures called “ghouls” exist alongside humans. The citizens of this once great metropolis live in constant fear of these bloodthirsty savages and their thirst for human flesh. However, the greatest threat these ghouls pose is their dangerous ability to masquerade as humans and blend in with society.

This one is mainstream for a reason. It’s a good story, anime or manga. Mainly manga. Anyway, I haven’t seen Re yet, but I’ve heard it’s sheit. Still gonna watch it though cause why the hell not.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Growing up as an orphan, Yuki Sakurai questions his reason for living and the ability to see a person's painful memory by simply touching them. After receiving anonymous notes telling him to die, Yuki is unable to shake off the nagging feeling forming inside of him. Unbeknownst to him, he is being watched, both by people who want to harm him and those who want to protect him.

Reincarnation from a girl to a boy and the girl had a hot lover that is now with her male reincarnation. And the lover is a vampire. Man, that’s confusing but the story is good. I have yet to read the manga. The anime was great from what I can remember, so give it a shot. It’s another BL anime, so proceed with caution.

Vampire Knight

Cross Academy is an elite boarding school with two separate, isolated classes: the Day Class and the Night Class. On the surface, Yuuki Cross and Zero Kiryuu are prefects of the academy and attempt to keep order between the students as classes rotate in the evenings. As the Night Class is full of utterly gorgeous elites, this can sometimes prove to be a bit difficult. It is completely necessary, however, as those "elites" are actually vampires. Yuuki and Zero act as guardians, protecting the secrets of the Night Class and the safety of their ignorant morning counterparts.

If twilight was an anime, but Bella and Edward were siblings and Jacob was another vampire. This is not a great anime but let's face it, some of us watched it as preteens, enjoyed it, and were head over heels for Zero and/or Kaname. It’s a trash anime, but great for those who are 21 and over. Do I hear drinking games, anyone?

All synopsis came from My Anime List (where the links take you). Also, I’m sorry it’s a lot to read, I just didn’t want to cut them down. Feel free to add what you think should have been on here, or what you think is a Halloween favorite on reposts. Comments are welcome and have a happy spooky season!

The Joker x Reader - 10 Things The Joker Randomly Does That Kind of Prove He Cares

1.   J is in a good mood more often. It strangely happened after he met you: the first year he had two good days the whole year, the second year he had four and this year is about to have the sixth day and the year is not even over yet! A new record.

The King of Gotham calls you Insanity when he’s in a good mood; that’s the signal you can ask for pretty much whatever you want and he won’t say no.

“Hey Insanity,” J greets when you open your eyes in the morning.

You gasp. OMG, he’s gonna be in a good mood today, such a rare occurrence!

“Hi handsome,” you kiss him super-fast and don’t waste a single moment so you start your tirade:

“Can we spend the day at the beach?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we make love instead of having sex?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we hold hands more than 20 seconds?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we say lovey-dovey things to each other?” “Don’t push it, Insanity.”

Crap.

But you remember your secret weapon and sweetly smile. J squirms, uncomfortable. “Ummm…maybe…no guarantees.”

Jackpot!

“Can we make out for more than 10 minutes before you undress me?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can I call you “my sexy Metal Mouth” after you undress me?”

“Don’t push it, Insanity!”

Crap.

Oh no, here’s the sweet smile again and your boyfriend fusses under the covers, uneasy.

“Ummm…maybe…just once…no guarantees…”

Jackpot!

2.   The Joker never buys you flowers but he makes sure fresh ones are delivered for each room at the penthouse every three days. He likes to break a random one from the bouquets and places it behind your ear.

You’re usually reading a book but stop when he does that.

“Thank you baby,” and you smile in such a sweet way it catches him off guard. You go back to your reading and he sits there, staring and mumbling words. “Want me to get you anything?” you offer, turning the page; can’t really tell what he said.

“No, I have stuff to do!” he sulks, slowly walking away. What J actually said was that you look very cute with that flower but got pissed at himself since you almost heard him. A very unique way to give his girl flowers but it counts; gets a solid E for Effort.

3.   He is reeeaaally straining to do something nice for you once a month.

It’s July, 95 degrees out there; scorching hot and The Joker places his jacket around your shoulders. He saw that in a movie once and figured chicks dig it.

“I’m so hot already,” you try to give it back and see he’s getting angry and then it hits: must be that one nice thing he does monthly. “On the other hand, the air conditioning in the car is going to be full blast and you know I get cold easily.” You keep his jacket and J keeps his cool.

For August he plans to outrun every single nice thing he ever did for you: since you can’t swim he’s going to push you in the river, leave you in there for a bit and save you before you drawn. My God, you will love that for sure!

4.   He takes you to casinos because you like to gamble.

His business partners own your favorite so they close out and seal a whole room just for you two to play the slots machines.

“Baby, I’m not winning!” you stump your foot, pouting.

J loses his shit.

“Why is my girl not winning, hm?” he yells at the guys.

“Well, sir, it’s just luck,” one comments and The Clown Prince of Crime is not happy with the answer.

“My woman needs no luck, SHE HAS ME ! If she doesn’t win in the next 15 minutes, you’ll see what happens !!!!” and J hands you over another stack of 100 dollars bills because you like to play maximum bet and you run out of money pretty fast.

Fortunately, you win $100,000 and it makes you so excited you jump up and down, clapping and laughing. The Joker is excited too for a different reason: he keeps on glaring at your cleavage and your boobs almost bursting out of the tight fabric.

You don’t collect the money because you don’t need it: you just like to win. The blue eyed devil just KNOWS you will be this enthusiastic next month also when he will toss you in the river to let you drawn. You will certainly jump up and down after he saves you.

Probably J’s gonna have a huge surprise regarding his plan, but for now we’ll let him believe in his dream; gets a solid D for Delusional.

5.   The Joker goes insane if he only gets a hint somebody is disrespecting his Queen.

Once he shot somebody because the man said “hello” to you and J didn’t like the tone of his voice. Actually, the dude had a cold; that’s why he sounded weird. Oops!

Another time J thought a guy was giving you the evil eye and stabbed him on the spot.Actually, the dude just had corrective eye surgery and was blinking faster than normal. Oops!

Today is legit though. Both walked in at the meeting right when two smugglers were talking garbage about his Princess. They were saying you look average, not that attractive and The Joker could do better.

He absolutely lost his marbles ! Beat them to a pulp while screaming:

“My woman is not that attractive?! By whose standards you pieces of shit ?! Every time I look at her, my pants are getting tighter !! Do you understand what I’m saying?! I like her and that’s the only standard there is!” and he keeps on kicking them and punching them, completely out of control.

After he’s done and your henchmen take bodies away, you have to ice his bruised up hands; the skin is scraped too.

“Thank you,” you kiss his knuckles and emerge them back in the iced water, smitten by his actions. “Nobody did this for me before, you’re my hero,” you point out, drunk on euphoria.

“This town already has a hero; goddamned Batsy takes all the glory! The bastard is selfish, hates to share the spotlight!” J rolls his eyes.

“Who cares about him?! You’re my hero,” you kiss him and have to say: “I think your pants are getting tighter,” and he growls:

“Either I need new pants or I need to get laid.”

“We’ll go with the second option, OK?” you sweetly smile again and he’s feeling warmer even with his hands in ice.

“If you insist,” he sighs, hating the fact that he did two nice things for you this month instead of just one.

6.   The Joker can’t cook but once a week he makes breakfast in bed.  

Takes him an hour and a half to finish and you are famished. Finally shows up with toast, a boiled egg and salt.

“What took you so long? I’m starving!” you whine, seeing there is almost nothing on your plate…again.

“You can’t rush these things, Kitten ! It has to be perfect, OK?” he raises his voice and you realize you talked too much.

“It is very good,” you take a bite of your toast. “You are getting better and better at this!” you praise his aptitudes and strike his ego.

“I am basically a chef,” J concludes and you peck his cheek, mesmerized by how he has such an outstanding opinion about himself.

“And my hero,” you add and he takes a deep breath, pride making his chest go up and down faster. “Batsy can’t even compare to you.”

“Precisely, Pumpkin. He’s just a psycho out of control.”

“Indeed,” you agree, wanting to emphasize that nobody is sexier than your sexy Metal Mouth but you already used the opportunity when he was in a good mood the other day so you shut up.

7.    J is aware you love his purple coat so he custom ordered an outfit for you made of the same crock material, this way you match.

It’s a two piece ensemble: a very skimpy little bra and an equally flimsy thong, only for him to see. You were thinking you’re getting a halter top and a skirt or something? Ha! Forget about it!

8.   The Joker comforts you when you cry.

“Seriously, Kitten, you’re not ugly,” he caresses your hair while holding you in his arms.

“I am ugly!!” you continue to bawl, making a mess of his favorite silver shirt.

“Hey, look at me,” J lifts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet, this way maybe he can save whatever is left of his shirt also. “When I wake up in the morning and I see you, I don’t get scared. If you were ugly, I would freak out. But I don’t, which means you look fine.”

“You mean it?” you sniffle, squeezing him harder.

“Absolutely. It could be much worse.”

“So now I look bad and I could look worse in the future?!” whaling restarts.

He walked right into this one unprepared.

“Nahhhh, it can’t get worse than this,” he kisses you and then adds since you cry your eyes out. “ What the hell, I’m teasing; calm down woman! Crying makes you very ugly!”

You stop instantly.

I guess he was prepared after all.

9.    He gives you massages even if you don’t ask for them.

For some reason, his hands always slip in your undies.

“That’s not my back,” you utter and J is quick to respond:

“My bad, Pumpkin.”

For some reason, his hands always get to your boobs afterwards.

“That’s not my back.”

“My bad, Princess.”

“Did you just say my Bat?” you tease and your butt gets pinched.

“Hilarious! Want him to come and give you a massage too?!”

“I wouldn’t mind,” the reply makes The Joker turn you around and you get pinned under his body.

“Watch it, you bad girl!” he snarls, smelling your freshly washed hair.

“Did you just say Bat girl?” you giggle and he grinds his teeth:

“Are you starting to get a kink for Batsy?”

“Me?! No way! I like my hero,” you stretch your neck to kiss him and he purrs, wanting to get the most out of it.

“I am your hero; remember that next month in August,OK?”

He is surely referring to that nice thing he’ll do for you when you’ll be pushed in the river to drawn and he’ll save you in the last moment. Oh, yeah, you’ll enjoy it tremendously!

10.   J learns French just for you.

Spent the whole day fussing around with the dictionary, three laptops and five books until he realized he got what he wanted out of it.

“Princess, I’m done,” your boyfriend announces, victorious.

You can’t wait to hear everything, you’re gonna lose your mind. The Joker takes a deep breath and pronounces with perfect accent:

“Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” (Do you want to sleep with me tonight?)

That’s all he knows.

Holy Commissar Gordon! That’s sooo hot because it’s the only French you know too. Plus the answer:

“Oui, (yes)" you wink at him and he is totally turned on.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you didn’t tell me you speak French fluently!”

“Surprise,” you grin, signaling him to come closer. “We gotta compare notes, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” J licks his lips, ready to comply since his pants are getting tighter.

Hmmm…either he needs new pants or he needs to get laid. I suppose you’ll go with the second option one more time.

 Also read: MASTERLIST

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My First Request!

Well I’m going to say this now this is not my best work but I got called into work and had to rush this, I’m sorry Maria. But other than that… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIA!!! I actually have no idea how old you are turning but your lovely friend Anna made this request on your behalf and I hope you like it! I hope you other readers enjoy as well!

Summary: Maria gets kidnapped from a club by Kai and Luhan. They took her for Kris, who is Maria’s childhood love, and friend, because when ever her birthday comes around. Kris had to leave Korea when he was 18 to take over the family business, leading the Asian mafia, and refused to return to Maria because he thought she would be in danger. But once he sees her again, he knows he won’t be able to let her go.

Word Count: 3,786

Kris x Reader(Maria)

Mafia AU

“Kai I told you, leave the girl alone,” One of the men scolds the platinum haired devil, who is smirking at me. He has been inching closer and closer to where I am curled up on the seat most of the ride. With my wrists and ankles bound I have nowhere to run from him and that only seems to excite him.

“Come on Hyung,” The devil whines playfully, “Just a few minutes.”

The one in the drivers seat glares back at the younger through the rearview mirror, “You touch that girl you will be explaining to Kris why she is so upset.”

“Because being kidnapped hasn’t made her distrait at all.”

“I believe there is a line between kidnap and rape.” I’m trembling in my seat, trying and failing at keeping my tears from falling. A small whimper escapes my lips and makes it through the tape covering my mouth. The devil gives me a warning glare, his threating words about keeping my mouth shut earlier echo through my head.

“Who said I was going to rape her? Just a little fun,” He purrs, his eyes scan my form again.

“You had plenty of girls to pick from at the club, many of them willing, I don’t know why you seem so interested in the one Kris wants.”

“Because he picked the prettiest one,” The devil suddenly reaches out for me, he grabs my by the chin and pulls me almost out of my seat so we our faces are only inches apart. “Come on, just a little taste.”

The SUV jerks to a stop, sending me on the floor between my seat and the divers, Kai barely catches himself on the passengers seat in front of him. But he does just slightly smack his head on the head rest, giving me a tiny bit of pleasure.

“What the hell Luhan?” Kai snarls.

“Watch your fucking mouth and keep your hands off the girl,” The pretty man roars back. “You ask to touch the girl one more time I sear to god I will not get in Kris’s way when he tries to murder you, understand?”

“Yes Hyung, I’m sorry.”

The pretty man, whose face I haven’t really seen until now, looks down at me, “I didn’t mean to throw you on the floor, I should have buckled you in, sorry. We are almost there so you should be fine there for a few minutes.” He turns back around and begins driving once again. Kai doesn’t look at me again, he doesn’t say anything, just pretends I don’t exist, I’m thankful to the driver, Luhan, for keeping the devil at bay. But I’m still shaking at the thought of where we could be going. Kris. They’ve been talking about him the whole time, I wonder who the hell he is and why they are taking me to him.

My mind, that is still foggy from whatever they drugged me with at the club, drifts back to the moments before I had a rag over my mouth. I was standing at the back of the club while my friend, Anna, was dancing with this handsome guy with a Cheshire like smile. She was having fun, something she really deserved but I wasn’t really feeling the club scene. I really should have been on the dance floor with her, or at the bar, anywhere but near the back where there is a hallway that apparently leads right to the back alley way. The pretty man, Luhan, came out of the hall behind me and put the chloroform soaked rag over my mouth and was able to drag me out of the dark club without anyone noticing. I woke up about 15 minutes ago to Kai staring me down like he was ready to eat me.

Luhan pulls me out of my own flashback by stopping once again and turning off the car. He climbs out, Kai does the same, and comes around to my door. I would have hit the ground once he opens the door if Kai wouldn’t have caught me. Once I realize it is him holding me I squirm in his grip.

“I’m not going to fucking hurt you,” He snaps, not calming me at all but I do my best to obey. He carries me princess style towards a massive mansion. If my mouth weren’t taped shut it would be hanging open in aw at such a beautiful home. It looks like a castle with stonewalls and long Victorian style windows. Large stone steps lead up to the grand front doors that are propped open at the moment. Just as we reach the top of the stairs another car door closes behind us, stopping Kai and Luhan. They turn us around to find the man who had been dancing with Anna, the same sly smirk on his face.

My eyes go wide, I scan the long drive way for any sign of her but come up empty, the man notices my wide eyes and chuckles, “Your friend is safe. I sent her home in a taxi so rest assured.”

Even though I am in my own deadly situation the fact that Anna got home allows me to calm my heart, even if it’s just a little bit. Kai turns back around, the four of us walk into the grand foyer, a massive chandelier hangs from the tall dome ceiling. We don’t stay in the room for long, we move on to a short hallway that leads to another domed room. Nine men are scattered in the beautiful living room, some on the couches or a few are standing by the tall doors that line the far wall that seem to lead out to a patio. The one that catches my eye though I standing in front of the grand fireplace, his arm rests along the mantel, a glass with dark liquor in his hand, chatting casually with some of the other men. He seems familiar, but I can’t imagine I could ever forget where I saw a face like that.

Dark eyes shift to me, the handsome smile that had graced his face a moment before is replaced with his lips pressed in a firm line. Pushing away from the fireplace he straightens his shoulder, revealing his full height. Stalking towards us, suddenly I find myself safer with Kai than I did before. The man is fuming with anger, I honestly think he is going to murder either me or one of my kidnappers but he stops just a foot away he stops. I’m trembling once again, swallowing my whimpers to keep myself from making a sound but it’s hard not to cry in a moment like this. Kai and the silver haired man stare each other down, this is until the man holds his arms out expectantly and Kai quickly obeys by handing me over without a care.

“What the hell?” The silver haired man snarls.

“It wasn’t my idea!” Kai snaps back before stomping off, completely done with everyone yelling at him, leaving Luhan under the new man’s glare.

“It was a group effort,” Luhan shrugs, unfazed by the glare. “We thought it would cheer you up, you always get so depressed around her birthday.”

“So you kidnapped her?”

Again he just shrugs, “I did my part, get the girl, what you do with her now is none of my business.” With that the pretty man leaves in the same direction as Kai.

“I just distracted the friend so we could get her alone,” The Cheshire man offers. “By the way, is she single?” He smirks, “Because damn that girl can dance, I would love to do it again if this whole mess can get figured out nicely.”

“Chen,” The man holding me warns, “Shut up.”

Chen huffs but says nothing more as he goes to join the others in the room still. The man holding me closes his eyes for a moment before walking back the way we had came. I hope that he will take me back to the car and drive me home but that idea is crushed when he turns and takes me up the stairs instead. I want to kick and fight but I know that would get me nowhere but in trouble or possibly thrown down the stairs so I just hang limp in his arms. He is muttering things under his breath in Chinese, I knew I should have paid more attention in my second language class in high school. I take this time to look up at him threw my lashes, taking in his sharp jaw line and angular features.

He is wearing a neat all black suit, I wonder what kind of event they were having for all of them to be dressed so nicely. This is not the time to think about them Maria, I tell myself, snapping out of my daze. He could kill me, he could rape me, he could torture me, yet here I am wondering about them having a party. He stops in front of heavy wooden double doors and kicks one open before slipping inside and kicking it back in place.

We stand in a room that is made for a king. The far wall has the same tall doors from down stairs, there an enormous bed on the wall to my right, and a door that most likely leads to the bathroom across from that. The room is dark hues of red and brown, making the room feel surprisingly warm.

He sets me down on the soft bed, surprisingly gentle as he unties my hands and feet, when he comes back up to remove the tape he stops with his hand on my cheek. Our eyes lock in some intense stare down I’m not expecting, because unlike Kai’s death glare there is warmth and love in his eyes as he stares down at me. A large hand caresses my tear stained cheek, wiping away the black eyeliner tears with the sleeve of that neat suit.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles softly. He continues wiping away my eye makeup until it’s gone, his sleeve now covered in sparkles and gold eye shadow. “But I’m thankful,” He adds a moment after, “I’ve missed this beautiful face. Those eyes… I’m sorry I should take this stupid thing off. But before I do, I’m warning you now Love, do not scream okay?”

I nod.

He chuckles, “As I remember you have quiet the pair of lungs on you, so I’m just making sure you don’t scream bloody murder in my face.”

Remember? Have we met before? The longer I stare at his face the more clear the memories become of the handsome Chinese man. Oh so slowly he peels off the tape allowing me to breath out the name that is now obvious in my mind, “Yifan oppa.”

He smiles at me, “So you do remember, I was starting to think you had forgotten me.” All of my fear melts away at the sight of that beautiful smile.

“Well being kidnapped can shake a person up a bit, so are you going to explain what is going on here?”

“I’m not really sure myself. I think you are a present for me.”

“I figured that much out but why?”

“Because they know how much I really wanted you.” His hand returns to its place on my cheek, caressing it softly.

“It’s been eight years,” I point out.

“And?”

My voice cracks as the sad memory appears in my mind, “You are the one who left.”

“I had to go back to China, you know that,” His voice is gentle, as if he is trying to calm a crying child.

“You could have come back. You could have came looking for me, apparently I’m not very hard to find.”

“I couldn’t Love, I am not the same man as before.”

I scoff, pushing his hand away, I glare at him, “Apparently. My oppa would never have left me alone for eight years after everything.” I try to push pass him but he catches my shoulders and pins me down on the bed.

“You are not going anywhere,” He states like there is no room for debate.

“Let me go!”

“No. We talked about this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Think back Love, thing back to what I told you when I left.”

………..

Eight years ago

I can’t stop myself from bawling. Yifan has his arms around me, rocking me back and forth gently, afraid I might shatter in his embrace. He continues to shush me as more people walk by carrying furniture and boxes. The workers pay us no mind regardless of the fact we are standing in the middle of their path. Yifan and his family are moving back to China now that his grandfather has passed and they need to take care of the family business. But after being childhood friends for years I can’t just let him go.

“Please stop crying, you are breaking my heart,” He mumbles into my hair.

“I can’t stop, how could you just leave me?” I cry into his chest.

“I don’t have a choice, you know that.”

“Take me with, please?”

“I would if I could but I don’t want you anywhere near where I’m going. It’s not for people like you,” His words sting, I pull away to glare up at him.

“What do you mean, ‘people like you’?”

He pulls me back against him, ignoring my small struggle, “Innocent people.”

“When will you be back?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Will you ever come back for me?”

He holds me tighter, “When I know I can protect you, I will come back but until then, know I’m always looking out for you, okay?”

“I just don’t understand why we can’t still talk? China isn’t that far away!”

He cups my face, he forces me to look up at him, “I am going to a world you can’t even begin to understand, I want you nowhere near it, which means you have to stay away from me.”

“I don’t care! I want to stay with you!”

He groans, “Maria!”

“Yifan!”

“If you want to be with me you have to know that I will keep you locked up where I know you will be safe! I am not going to loose you because of something I did, or something my family has done! I am going to leave but if you ever get too close to my world I swear to God I’m not going to let you out, understand?” His hands are shaking when he pulls away.

“But Oppa,” I mumble, “I love you.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, “I love you too, more than you will ever know but I am not good for you.”

“I don’t care! I want to be with you!

Yifan walks to his black sports car and pops the door open. Before he gets in he gives me one more stern look, “Heed my warning Love, and run while you can, you won’t be able to escape me next time.”

…………….

Present

I stare up at him, “Does this mean?”

“You aren’t going to leave me,” He leans down and buries his face in the crook of my neck. “I missed you so much.” We just lay there for a few moments, thinking about the past and the present, and about how many times I dreamed of this moment. Of Yifan storming back into my life, picking me up, and carrying me off into the sunset. I mean I guess this is only slightly off.

“The world you were so worried about me getting into, is it this?” I wonder.

He nods.

“What world is this exactly? That man, Kai, he said he wanted to play. Luhan and Chen, they seem like they’ve done something like this a million times before, who are they? Who are you?”

Yifan pulls away to stare down at me, “We are the Mafia.”

“You mean you…”

“I’ve killed people,” He admits with no shame. “I’ve hurt lots of people, I’ve stolen, I’ve threatened, I’ve tortured, I’ve become a monster.”

The only word I can force past my lips is, “Why?”

“Because this is my world, it’s what we do.”

“Can’t you just leave? I’m sure the Don or whatever can find someone else to take your place.”

He chuckles at that, “Oh my sweet Maria, I am the boss, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“What?”

“I. Am. The. Leader. Of. The. Mafia.”

“Are you fucking serious?” I blurt it out before I can stop myself. I cover my mouth in a sad attempt to catch the swear word but it’s gone and the man is grinning. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” He laughs, “That just wasn’t what I was expecting. I was expecting tears, maybe a little hitting, but not little Miss. Maria cussing.”

“I know I’m sorry, Anna would be so mad at me,” I tap my head as a reminder to keep cuss words out of my vocabulary.

“Anna? The pretty little thing Chen was talking about? She isn’t a fan?”

I shake my head, “She doesn’t like it at all.”

He snickers, “That boy is going to need to clean out his mouth.”

“Now back to the whole Mafia leader thing,” I redirect. “How serious are we talking?”

“All of Asia.”

“Holy cow,” My jaw drops. “How could you not have told me you were going to be a mafia leader? We were best friends, how did you not just blurt that out?

“I wasn’t planning on you reacting this well. Most people can’t get passed the whole I murder people thing.”

I nod, “That can be a mountain to climb over.”

“Do you think you can look past it?”

“Even if I said I couldn’t would you let me go out that door?”

He hums, “Nope.”

“The people you kill, they are bad people right?”

“Usually.”

I nod, taking all of this information in, thinking I might just be insane for not reaction how he thought I should, “Okay.”

His brows are up in surprise, “Okay? You are okay with all of this?”

“Not really. I guess I’m alright with you keeping me here, I don’t have much to get back to. I’m not a fan of the whole mafia thing but as you said I’m not going anywhere, so how I feel about that doesn’t really matter, right?”

“You are correct.”

“So I guess things are settled?”

“If I had known it would be this easy to kidnap you and keep you hostage I would have done it the moment I returned to Korea.”

“I would have preferred you knocking on my door and asking me out on a date.”

“Why?” He hums, leaning back down again, “You already know I love you. I know you love me.”

I stop him, my hands on his wide chest, “How can you be so sure?”

“Because look at you, cheeks flushed, lips parted just slightly, begging for a kiss. You haven’t fought me, I know you’re a scary girl when you wanna be, yet here you are. Completely compliant.”

“Maybe I’m just luring you into a false sense of security.”

He pushes my hands out of the way and settles on top of me once again, pushing me farther into the bed so my legs can’t touch the ground. Thin hips settle in between my legs, his face in the crook of my neck, arms snake their way around me. “You are doing a great job.”

“I’m being serious!” No, I’m not, my stomach is filled with butterflies at such skinship from the man I’ve been pinning over for years.

“If we are being serious, I’ll let you know now even if you manage to get away from me, there are eleven other men who will stop you.”

I groan, how could I forget about them.

“Trust me Love, this is the safest place you could be in the world.”

He props himself up on his elbows, long fingers play with my hair that is spread out on the bed. For the first time I reach out and touch him. Yifan bites his lip when my fingers graze his jaw line, with his eyes closed he is quick to lean into the touch. “Am I really safe?”

Those dark eyes snap back open, “Do you really think I would hurt you?”

“You said you are a different man. I know Yifan oppa would never hurt me, but I don’t know Kris.”

“I would kill myself before I ever harmed you.”

I gulp at the intensity in those eyes, “What about the others? The other eleven men?”

“They would never.”

“Try telling Kai that.”

“Don’t worry Love, I will punish those boys for scaring you in the morning, right now I have something else I would much rather be focused on.” With that he places a soft kiss on my lips. I freeze, confused on how I should react. I should push him away. I know I should but my hands do not agree. They tangle themselves in those silver locks, pulling him closer. My lips move on their own as well, opening when Yifan’s tongue requests entrance. I can’t stop my thighs from tightening around his hips, or my arms from wrapping around his neck. It just that…

He pulls away for air, lips red and swollen, I imagine mine look the same. With a deep breath I mumble, “I’ve waited so long for that.”

A smile graces his face again, “So have I.”

“I do, you know,” I’m blushing so hard right now but I feel the need to say it, “I do love you. Ever since we met in elementary school, I’ve loved you.”

“I love you too, happy birthday Love.”

I’m sorry, after the cussing my snarky personality kind of leaked into it. This is a request so there will not be a sequel in case anyone was wondering! I don’t really plan on doing request but I will make an exception for birthday requests but you cannot do them anonymously!  I will need to ask you follow up questions!

The High School Game Part 5

Sam DAY 39 Saturday

Soccer game was the last obligation he got before thanksgiving holidays, where his mother's family will come for celebrations. They did not have auttumn holidays, but one week at thanksgiving. Anyway, since Wednesday party, he lived the best part of his 11th grade year. First of all, Shirley and him made up, and they had sex. Only once, but he loved it so much that he wanted to make it again as soon as possible. Of course, his girlfriend, always cautious, was less enthusiatic, but she admitted that have been awesome. Moreover, his mother Nadia started some training for thankigiving feast, and tried at every diner differents recipe he ate with gusto. She was an amazing cook, and he finished overstuffed every evening, enjoying wonderful cakes, pies and other desserts. He could not understand why he had deprived himself during more than one year. The nurse said he was in shape, still handsome, and Shirley said the same. It seemed like Raphaël was wrong, after all. By the way, Sam tried to convince his bestfriend to relax a bit, but this one declined. He is addicted to sport anyway... Right now, they had a soccer game against the last team of their pool, before the return match. With a victory, they would be the first of their group. Shirley encouraged him this morning : she came home and made a fuss of him. She provided him energy with snacks, donuts from Liliano's bakery, and even cooked with his mother a real feast. He came on the locker room happy and fired up. Raphaël glanced at him, and smiled.

"Seems like you're ready to win, dude."

"Sure I'm. Why not ?"

"Well, you were sick on Thuesday, and coach have heard it. I think he will replace you during the match, but don't take it personally, okay ?"

"But, I'm cured now. I can handle the whole game, for god sake."

"That's not coach opinion, and it's better to not contrary him just before the holidays. But no worries, we will win anyway."

Sam acquiesced, reluctant. At least, that would mean more time on the bench with Shirley.

During the half-time, coach Litman decided to replace Sam by Gregory, an other 11th grade student. The young lad, depite being forewarned, took it personally. Okay, he was exhausted and gasped loudly, but only because he outdid himself. Seriously, I'm ten times better than this fucking Gregory. Who even know him, after all ? They were in the same class, but Gregory being discreet, Sam did not even notice he praticed soccer. And this replacement was unfair, because the brown guy was cured. Fucking cured.

"Seems like you're angry." whispered Shirley. "But you have to understand the coach, he still wants to try his recruit."

"And why the fuck he replaces me every fucking time ?"

His girlfriend wanted to say something, but suddenly, Mr. Litman decided to replace Raphaël too. This decision brought to a dismayed silence. The blond lad smiled.

"Don't be afraid boys. We are leading 2 goals at 1 and you all are quite good. You don't need me to win this. And I told coach to try the recruits now, because we are fine whatever is the result. Just... do your best."

It was time to get back to the field, and Sam sat down on the bench with the captain and Shirley. She offered her boyfriend some donuts, while they encouraged the team. And, at the end, they won. Wow... team is better than I thought. The whole team shouted with joy. They were head of their pool. Like every time, Tobias organized a suprise party at his home (his parents were absents, as always) and they all went to his manor. Shirley and Sam were excited as hell, and he realized this was a new occasion to have sex. And he was right.

Shirley DAY 47 Sunday

During the holidays (because they had a whole week, unlike other high school), the girl did not see her boyfriend that much. With family meetings, very long meals and her workout routine, she was overbooked. And now, on Sunday, after a competition of athetism (she finished 3rd, which was a good performance) she was locked in the bathroom, anxious. Like every year, she loved and hated Thankgiving at the same time. Loved because she met up her whole family. Her grand-parents, her cousins, her aunts and uncles, they all came for the week at her house. It was consequently very animated. Hated because of this fucking whole family. She had no time for her. She was required for the cooking, playing with the youngest childrens, speaking with her drunk uncle... She hardly managed to exercise 15 minutes per day, and now, she wanted to see the damage. She was persuaded she lost some definition and gained weight. But, well, the scale will tell her the truth, after all. Please, if there is a god, be kind. She stepped on the device, and waited the result. Tomorrow, it was the first Monday of December, and the nurse will make her monthly check-up. Shirley did not want to be surprised. Well. 53 kg. Exactly like last month. She sighed, reassured. That's so good to know. She left the bathroom and reached her bedroom. She could hear the burst of laughter downstairs of her parents, Dan and their cousin (this one left them tomorrow morning). Laying down on her bed, she watched her phone. Finn called her two times this day, but she did not anwser, because of the lack of time. And right now, she wanted to call Sam first. Moreover, her fatty friend was distant since she made up with her boyfriend and submitted to Raphaël. He realized something changed... And I can't blame him, he is right. I let them made fun of him now... I have to find a solution to conform him in the delay. She would think about that later. First, she called Sam.

"Hi babe," he picked up, "just a minute."

She heard him moving onto his bed, and then he started again.

"I'm fine now. Babe, how are you ? Everything good ?"

"Yes, it's fine, thanks. I wanted to speak with you a little before diner. How are your holidays ?"

"Well, we had a lot fun with my cousins. They all say I look fine and heathly. But I miss you."

"I miss you too honey. Did you finished your homework ?"

"Well, Raphaël did the composition for me, but I achieved the remainder."

Shirley heard her sisters knocking at the door. It was time to go.

"They call me for diner honey. I need to go. I love you, enjoy your own diner and see you tomorrow."

"See ya, love you."

She hung up and smiled. She could not wait to see him.

After the diner, she took sometimes alone with her brother. They barely spoke together during the holiday, filled by the family. Unlike her, he was not complaining about this task, and took it seriously. Like the meals. Dan overstuffed himself everyday, at noon and the evening. Even his breakfasts were huge, composed of bacons, cereals, eggs and milk. Needless to say, his body showed the result. Dressed with a sweatpant and a large shirt, his burgeoning belly was largely noticeable now. It made a bump under his clothes when he sat down. She loved watching this tummy, bloated with food and beer. And even empty, it was rounder than ever, with several layer of fat. Love-handles were blossoming, and he outgrew his jeans (their mother promised to bought him some news, but meanwhile, he wore sweatpants). Nevertheless, nobody told him anything about his weigth gain. Many men of the family were overweight, including their dad who carried an well sized potbelly. Dan asked, wrestling her away from her thought :

"Are you watching my prominent stomach ?"

"Not at all." she said quickly. "I wondered where you found this pull ?"

He smiled.

"I know I packed on the pounds sis', you don't have to be accommodating with me."

Dan put a affective hand on his tummy, making her even more embarassed.

"Everyone grow a little bigger during Thanksgiving holiday." she affirmed. That's a natural things."

"Well, you don't. But anyway, I gained 2 kg (4.4 pounds), and I'm not ashamed of. It packed all on my belly, but I feel confortable. I'm not that fat I guess."

"Nah you're not. I think you are perfect."

He smiled again.

"Thanks sis'. I just hope Raphaël will not joke too much about it. He is a real comical guy when he wants to and he will notice the changes now."

So the devil himself loved to tease her brother about his weight gain ? She supposed it just was joke between two buddies, but deep inside, she hated more the blond lad.

"Whatever, it was a good thankgiving." stated Dan. "I'm waiting the next with enthusiasm. Now, let's get ready for the start of the school."

Sam DAY 48 Monday

Reunion with Shirley after one week far away from her was perfect. She cuddled him the whole morning before class, happy to see him again. And all his worries during holidays fled away. I love her so much. Despite the feasts of Thanksgiving, she did not change at all. She still was this perfect girl, with an handsome body in great shape. Himself indulged a lot in his training during holiday, remaining at 2 hour of exercise during the whole week (as said the nurse). His mother did an effort to gave him the best dishes of the world, and when he went at the grand-parents house, he were treated like a king. Yesterday, he were a bit stressed, because his preferred jean was snug, but he realized his mother sucked at laundry. He asked her to buy some new clothes, because of her failure, and she kindly agreed. Plus, Shirley told him she found his body better than ever. It was an evidence : even with less exercise, he still got a perfect shaped body, with defined muscle. Raphaël got it wrong since the beginning. Nevertheless, the truth would be revealed by the nurse soon, because he waited his turn for the monthly check-up. Indeed, she announced :

"Sam Boiley, come in please."

Anna Lovely was the cutier nurse he had ever seen. She wore a white coat unbuttoned, letting her big breasts visible. It's the only thing Shirley havn't. Boobs.

"How are you," she asked, "after those holidays ?"

He answered laconically, while she measured him. 182 cm (6'0"). Then, she asked him to undress and get on the scale. 72 kg (159 pounds). Wow, I lost 1 kg (2.2 pounds) ? This observation stressed him, but Ms. Lovely rapiditly reassured the young lad when she said :

"Well, you look fine for me. As fine as the last time, and your grades are increasing, especially in mathematics. Any question ?"

In fact, he had one. Since the start of the holiday, with the differents feasts her mother made, he felt his belly slightly bigger. Nothing important, but for a while, he thought he gained weight. And now, he discovered he lost some.

"Am I supposed to eat more in order to keep my weight under control ? I lost 1 kg after all."

She raised an eyebrow, surprised, then smiled :

"Not necessary. If you intend to do more exercise, that could be good to eat more. Obviously, it's a matter of nutrition. Do you want me to explain ?"

Hell no, thanks. Nurse and their speech about fruits and vegetables. He largely preferred burgers, pizza and pie. He thanked the nurse and left her office, satisfied.

During the break, Sam joined Raphaël and smiled. His buddy, despite being the most popular teen of the town, was often alone during breaks, and loved the silence. But this time, the brown guy had some important information for his bestfriend. I can convince him to do less exercise and find a girlfriend. Sam could not wait for double date with Raphaël and another girl. Maybe Barbara (according to him, she was the cutest girl after Shirley).

"Dude, the nurse check-up ended well. She said I'm healthy as ever."

The blond guy turned towards him.

"That's good, I guess. However, healthy mean different things according to the person using it."

"Dude, you don't realize what that foretell ? You can stop your intense training now, and search a girlfriend !"

"Are we talking about you, or me ?"

Raphaël tone was oddly cold. He stared at Sam, his face frozen with curiosity.

"Well, you always told we needed to exercise daily in order to keep a muscled body, but Ms. Lovely proved you're wrong. Now, you can save time and find a girlfriend, you know ? Why not Barbara ? She had a crush on you and she is quite cute. Maybe not as much as Shirley, but..."

"Who the fuck do you think you are ? Are you seriously trying to decide for me ? Just because a fucking stupid nurse said you're healthy ?"

Sam laughed, unaware of his bestfriend anger.

"Calm down buddy, you can choose whoever you want, I truly don't care. But you have to choice a girlfriend, you have time for this now. And this is important for your social life."

"And what if I don't ?"

"Mate, you know how nasty people are. They will think you're a coward, and addicted to sport despite you don't need as much to keep in shape. And I will become more popular than you. Maybe even captain of the team. Seriously, you have to find a girlfriend."

Raphaël let a long and deep silence set in. He seemed annoyed, but Sam could not understand why. Find a girlfriend with his awesome body and his intelligence would be easy. Even easier than for me. Why his bestfriend was so reluctant ?

"The secret to play the game is to be desired, but never obtained." whispered the blond lad. "I will not choose a girlfriend because this is pointless, and you can become more popular than me if you want, I'm still the leader of the crew. Soon, you'll see that by yourself."

Sam did not fully understand what those words mean. He just thought his friend organized a big party. And did not want a girlfriend because he preferred that the girl made the first step. Is Raphaël shy, after all ? Sam decided to not ask it yet. The bell rang, and they reached the class together.

Gregory DAY 48 Monday

"68 kg (150 pounds), 1 more than last month. Not bad."

Gregory sighed while Ms. Lovely wrote his weigth on her notebook. Despite overeating the whole holidays (he took advantage of thankigiving period to feed himself as much as possible) and doing 30 minutes of workout per day, as exiged by Raphaël, he hadn't gained muscle at all. That was THE problem of his life. The team captain promised him more game if he could manage to build his body, but he failed. Standing at 180 cm (5'9"), his weight was still too low. Unaware of his thought, the nurse proclaimed :

"You are really heathly and in a good shape. Maybe try to eat more vegetable, but well, I gave this piece of advice to the whole 11th grade promotion."

Her smile was contagious. She had big (okay, enormous) boobs, inspite of being quite lean herself. Gregory could not resist : he ogled like a perverse kid. She probably think I'm a freak. He tried so hard to make some friends in this high school. His family moved in town two years ago, and he started as a 10th grade student here. His first year sucked. Nobody noticed him, not even the professors for his rather good grades. He decided, for his 11th grade, to play soccer with the most popular boys, in order to get some attention. At start, it did not worked at all : even Finn, the fatty, was more famous than him. Girls only thought about Raphaël (Gregory could understand why), Sam and Tobias. Plus, the new girl, Shirley, was the center of attention and rumours since she betrayed Finn to date Sam. So much stories, and not even one with my name in. Well, eventually, the team captain accorded him some attention, and gave him advice, but Gregory had hard time apply them.

"Well, seems like you don't have any question." laughed Ms. Lovely.

He realized he was staring at her for... like... 2 minutes without a word. He blushed, ashamed of his own stupidity, and left the office.

Gregory went in mathematcis class and sat at the bottom, next to Jessy Trevor. He started to write the lesson, concentrated on Mr. Pitts, when Sam and Shirley came in, late. They sat down, and someone laughed :

"Big Pig was waiting you Lady B."

The professor intimated them to shut up, but Gregory could hear the whole class laughing. Teenager's lives was not easy. Himself tried to blend in with the crowd, and followed rumours with passion. Sam, was one the most popular guy and the right arm of Raphaël, unleashed girls. Everybody started to notice his transformation. Jeans were snug against his waist, and when he was sitting, his tummy hung over a little bit. He seemed to have enjoyed his thanksgiving. Of course, it was visible only because he wore super-tight clothes (like, size 28), but girls were losing their mind. And we all wonder what Raphaël thinks about that... He probably blamed Shirley, alias Lady B. B for Belly, because she appeared to love guys with meats on their ribs. Finn first, and then Sam put in weight since they met her. And needless to say, others girls in the class hated her. But she made a pact with Raphaël, and obtained the right to keep Sam for her... I don't know what really happened anyway... Gregory just envied her. He dreamed of being popular, and under the spotlights. He wanted to heard his name, mentionned by rumours. He wanted to feel the look of the girls at his back. And I have to do workout as hell for this... The bell rang, annoncing the end of the class, and he left, head full of dreams.

Surprisingly, Raphaël waited for him in the schoolyard, before they went to gym class. The blond lad, holding his bag with one shoulder, smiled to him. Oh... That's new.

"Gregory." he whispered with a soft tone. "We have some matter to discuss together. Can I nickname you Greg ?"

"Of course."

Only insane people declined the team captain application.

"Okay Greg. Times are changing. I have a mission for you..."

Oh wow... Raphaël should trust him more than expected to entrust a task to him.

"I heard from some spy our rivals in the soccer pool did special training in order to defeat us. We have to unite our strenght against them. I think you and Sam could be good friends and even more, good partners on the field. But you have to know him better before that."

"What do you want me to do ?"

"Well, you probably noticed Sam's love for... junkfood recently. I was hoping you could bring him to some fastfood during the lunchtime, after the canteen. Both of you could learn from each other in peace, far away rumours."

The team captain move closer to Gregory, his eyes plunged into the young lad's ones.

"Plus, I promised to Shirley a delay to let Finn conform... And she can success only without Sam around her. Can you distract him every lunchtime for two weeks ? Or is it too hard for you ?"

Gregory gulped. His team captain asked his help. It's my opportunity to become famous in this high school. Determined to succeed, he gladly agreed to Raphaël's request. Distract Sam would be easy, for sure.

To be continued

Gregory is the new character we’ll follow now :D He’s quite unpopular for now, but his relationship with Shirley and Sam will be... explosive :D

By the way, Raphaël started his own plan now :P Let’s see soon how Shirley will react against the devil !!

Couch surfing is deceiving. It looks easy but it’s really hard

In my inaugural post, I concluded by saying I was heading to Los Angeles for a change of scenery and to explore opportunities. And as it happened, one of the conversations I’d started before arriving, became real on my first full day in LA. We agreed to a 3-month trial and if we both decide it’s a good fit at the end of the 3 months I’ll be relocating from NYC to LA.

The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying. Of course, you want to deliver great results, so that you are asked to stay on, but am I really ready to leave NYC? I mean LA is a fun place to visit, and I’ve talked about it moving here, but with the security of knowing I was locked into NYC- until now. Which brings me to lesson #1 in this post: Don’t underestimate the little things. Remember me espousing the belief that I am currently tethered to nothing and no one? Not entirely true. My family is outside of Philadelphia less than a 2-hour drive from my Battery Park apartment. I have an amazing network of friends with many of the friendships running more than a decade. My favorite workouts, restaurants, hell even the “go to” drycleaner, who can literally get out any stain. And so much more. It’s called a life and I was so wrapped up in thinking about a job and a relationship that I forgot about all the other things that make up a life.

And now here I am in LA with no net. Not even a go to Dentist. Clearly, I’m not in a 3rd world country, but you get the point. Familiarity breeds contempt, but man when everything is unfamiliar, the longing is palpable.

And I’m still dealing with the post-traumatic stress of the most recent fallout with my ex. (I know horrendous to bring him into a 3rd post, but whatever it’s part of what I am dealing with). Friends who don’t read my blog (and most don’t) have no idea I have seen him in the last year or more. And the ones I confided in are so sick of hearing about it, the ability to have any sympathy is just non-existent. And I don’t blame them. I have zero sympathy for myself at this point. And do question my sanity.

So, all of this is happening, while I start a new job, where I need and want to impress. I’m in a strange city with only a handful of friends. And I’m couch surfing, i.e. staying with an incredibly generous friend. Which brings me to lesson #2 in the post: True selflessness is a humbling. I feel a combination of guilt, relief, and the kind of gratitude you have for someone who has saved your life. Guilt because she has more on her plate than any single person should have to. And adding another body in your already full house is a lot. And let’s be honest — I’M A LOT! She couldn’t be more welcoming and gracious but I feel/am a tremendous imposition. Relief because I don’t have to pay two rents, and I get to come home to a familiar and beloved face (faces including her two kids and 10 -month old lab puppy — more on him shortly). And gratitude for having someone extend such kindness. This is more than a good friend. This is family.

So while I am not technically couch surfing — I have a lovely room which I have taken over from her 6 year old son (yes you read that correctly), I am living in someone else’s home, and just generally imposing on every aspect of her life. Because despite the awkwardness, it just doesn’t make sense to look into something of my own until I have clarity on whether or not this is a permanent relocation. And as it so happens, she and her children are out of town the bulk of the summer leaving a mostly empty house.

Which brings me to lesson #3 in this post: Be careful what you wish for! All those times I wished I could be more free-spirited and accepting of others generosity? Let me tell you this is harder than it looks. I have listened to stories over the years of mooching friends, wondering how they “pull it off,” and thinking, “man I couldn’t do it, but really wish I could!” I’ve always prided myself on total self-sufficiency, and if anything, being the one to pay the tab or let someone crash with me because I was “so sorted.” Also I am a bit of a control freak. I like having my own space, with my things organized just my way, and my whole routine. So being in someone else’s home, carless for the moment, without knowing the places to run errands, or having any of them be walkable, makes you feel incredibly dependent and unsettled.

And there’s the shame of asking a million stupid questions — is there a Starbucks between here and work (don’t worry I’ll make you coffee); how about a drycleaner (I’ll drop your stuff); is there a drawer I could use (give me a few days to clear out my son’s clothes); Do you want to go hiking this weekend (sure! Even though I know the answer is most certainly — NO) Cringe-worthy.

And so, this control freak became determined to be the best damn couch surfer/house guest. How could I do it? Could I cook dinners? No. As it became immediately apparent everyone ate on different schedules. Could I book my trainer friend to train us? Maybe. But would that even be a workout she liked and a time that worked? Keep thinking Julie! And then the answer seemed handed to me on a silver platter…

When my friend picked me up from my AirBnB and was driving me to begin my stay at her house, she mentioned that he puppy was pretty out of control and might be the most challenging part of my stay. THERE IT WAS! I would train this puppy! So we walk into the house and I meet Kota. Well my student was a handsome devil. Pure white with a big square head and inquisitive expression. He was a large one too — about 70 pounds full of wriggling, constant moving, chewing, and barking puppy power. My immediate diagnosis — this dog just needs exercise. So, shortly after entering the house, Kota and I were off for a walk

Kota didn’t have a prong collar, typically a helpful way to train big strong dogs to heel and walk properly. I was not deterred. I’m big and strong and I can do this. Well this dog dragged me to and fro across the neighborhood streets, sniffing and wiggling with joy and abandon. I could see he was happy to be out, but I was beginning to realize I might be in over my head. I had grown up with big German Shepherds, but they were all trained by my mom. And my own beagle, Beemer, had come to me as a show dog — trained and saintly.

But I figured I’d get into a routine, great for both of us. I’d wake up early and walk the loop of my friend’s hilly 1 mile neighborhood. Hell maybe 2x around! Start the day off right for both Kota and me. And I’m sure the more I walked him the better he’d get. I’d pick up a nice prong collar and we’d take it from there. So Thursday am I woke up tired and slow moving on the heels of The Grateful Dead show. But off I went. Letting Kota drag me about half way through the neighborhood before giving up and turning around. Tomorrow would be a fresh day, not hung over and stressed about a new job. We’d start then.

Following work that same day, I arrive back to Bel Air. My friend and her kids were relaxing after dinner and watching some TV. My new best friend Kota greeted me with interest. I had some new hire paperwork and first day email follow ups, so I set up at the breakfast bar in full view of the family so I could maintain some sense of sociability and do what I needed to do.

Which brings me to less number #4: Don’t underestimate your task! I quickly became engrossed in some personal emails and my friend and her kids made their way up to get ready for bed. I remained perched at my breakfast bar stool, face fully into the computer. Kota was downstairs with me. I assumed we were together in companionable silence. We’d probably been alone for 10, maybe 15 minutes when I looked down and noticed one of the two espadrilles I had put on the ground beside me was missing. And almost instantly I knew the culprit. Kota. Sure enough, it was dangling from his mouth. He had been waiting for me to notice. I stood up and watched over and in my most authoritative voice demanded he drop it. Instantly he stood up and ran to the back yard, and then popped his head back in the house and the chase ensued. That fucker was most certainly having a glorious time taunting me. I alternately tried to cajole and demand. Neither worked. I got desperate and offered bread. It worked. Only the damage was done. The entire strap was chewed off and its contents, including the buckle were in Kota’s stomach.

I went upstairs to complain to my friend who was trying to enjoy some quiet time with her daughter. She asked me gently for a few more minutes. I sheepishly left the room and went back downstairs to face my tormentor. And in the 2 to 3 minutes since I’d gone upstairs Kota had not gotten hold of a pen. At some point, he had ripped up a significant area of my friend’s white living room rug and lay chewing on the pen in the newly bare spot on the rug. So not only was it bare it was blue. As was his feet and his tongue. Arghhhh this fucking dog!

This dog, that I was going to train, as the legacy of the greatest couch surfer of all time, was making me look like really really really bad. Actually, more like the worst house guest ever. Causing more problems than anything. I had to grab my friend abruptly from her daughter’s bedroom as I literally how no idea how to handle her new blue dog, who by the way wouldn’t drop the pen, and wanted to engage in another game of “catch me if you can.” So, after she windexed as much blue from him as she could and I apologized as much as you can in this kind of situation, I made my own quick exit to bed.

And as I lay in her 6-year-old son’s bed, I was feeling blue. A lot like Kota looked actually. What was I going to do? I was now feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the prospect of this dog. Especially with a new job, which after only one day I knew was going to be long and arduous hours. And as I continued to ruminate on how quickly things had unraveled this evening, it dawned on me that Kota and I had a lot in common, We were both antsy and anxious beings who didn’t know what to do with our excess energy and anxiety and instead of having any ability to self soothe or channel our energy productively we got destructive. Hmmmm. This thought might be too deep to tackle in this post, and it certainly was at 10pm that night. So, I did what the experts say you should do during moments like this– I went the fuck to sleep.

And this brings me to the final lesson for this post: There is always a silver lining! When I woke up in the morning I had new resolve. Surely, I was humbled, but I wasn’t yet ready to give up. I would walk this dog every morning and at minimum and goddammit that was something. So off we went as my friend again readied her kids for school. This time, I managed to let Kota drag me through the whole neighborhood loop, and there were a few minutes where a passerby might think this dog was walking quite nicely! And even better this loop is steep hills throughout. Good for Kota and even better for my ass! WIN WIN! And so here we are. The dawn of a new day and new possibilities for me and Kota, and for finding my missing ass ;)

Cuatro

Elizabeth had had an odd first few classes at Hogwarts. Tom hadn't talked to her the entire day which confused her, considering she had been her ideal interest for the previous night. She had just been dismissed from Potions with a short, large bellied man named Horace Slughorn, when he called her back.12

"Elizabeth, I am aware you've just joined Hogwarts and may be in need of some friends," he started.18

"You know, I've made quite a f-"

He interrupted her, "I have a small gathering every so often with whom I think are the brightest and most successful students. I hear you were one of the most intelligent at your previous school?" Elizabeth nodded, "It is called the Slug Club; we eat dinner and discuss whatever may be on our mind. I'd be delighted if you could make it."138

"Oh, uh, sure, when do you all usually meet?" Elizabeth accepted his offer.

"No specific days, they're quite random actually. I will usually notify you a day beforehand. There are a few other Slytherins in the Slug Club also, you could walk down with them."15

"Okay, thank you sir," Elizabeth smiled and turned, walking out of the classroom and making her way to the Great Hall for second dinner at Hogwarts.

As she always did from her first night, Elizabeth greeted the woman with the bread, which who she know knew as Dholora Freintin, a former author of various novels. "Hello Dholora," Elizabeth stopped in front of the vibrant portrait.16

"Enjoying your classes?" Dholora asked her.1

"Very much, yes," she smiled up at the woman.

Dholora leaned in, not making much of a difference, for she was inside a painting, "Newton Scamander, you know him, painted down by the Potions room, he says Professor Slughorn has asked you to join the Slug Club!"256

"Merlin, word travels fast," Elizabeth was fascinated at how quickly Dholora had found out. She said goodbye and walked into the Great Hall. Elizabeth quickly found Matilda and sat down with her. "Where are Walburga and Melissa?"5

"Who knows," Matilda rolled her eyes and picked at her chicken.

"If everyone could please settle down," Headmaster Dippet stepped to his golden podium. The entire hall went silent with the exception of a few goblets clinking down onto the wooden tables. "As you all are aware, midterms are upon us. This doesn't mean I'm allowing you to slack off, but I would advise the professors," he looked back at the table of witches and wizards behind him, "to minimize the out of class work." A few students cheered and clapped, some smiled and others weren't paying attention.15

"That's amazing! Now I'll actually have time for the Hogsmeade trip next weekend!" Matilda exclaimed.

"Hogsmeade? What is that?" Elizabeth wondered.

Matilda began gushing, "It's this adorable little village with a lot of shops. My favorite is Honeydukes; they have the most amazing treats there."3

"I'll definitely have to come with you," Elizabeth smiled.

"Did your parents sign your permission slip?" Matilda asked.

Elizabeth frowned, "I didn't know there was one."

"Oh man, now I'll have to go alone," a pout took form on Matilda's lips.1

"Can't Walburga or Melissa accompany you?"

Matilda rolled her eyes again, "They never come."

"Why not?" Elizabeth was truly confused with the whole situation.

"Tom rarely goes," she said in an annoyed tone.13

"Oh," Elizabeth realized.

"Speak of the devil," Matilda whispered as Elizabeth felt a presence behind her.29

She turned around and sure enough, Tom Riddle was standing there with his charming grin. "Miss Aleita," he addressed Matilda, "Could I borrow Miss Maryn for a quick moment?"82

Elizabeth looked at her with a look of reluctance, hoping she would understand, but Matilda just grinned and nodded.

It's like my opinions don't even matter around here, Elizabeth thought as she stood up and walked with Tom out of the Great Hall. As soon as they had reached privacy, his charming demeanor flicked into a cold facade.26

"What kind of dark magic did they teach you at Baxtart's?" he demanded as though it'd been racking his brain all day.81

"Why do you want to know so badly? What good would it do to you?" she narrowed her eyes slightly.1

"It is in your best interest that you tell me," he said, threateningly.41

Elizabeth's confidence wavered, "What are you going to do if I give them to you?"

"Miss Maryn, you are very stubborn, you do realize that?" he said cockily as an amused grin danced upon his lips.35

She mentally rolled her eyes. "What are you going to do with them if I tell you?" she repeated.

Tom stepped closer to her and whispered in a tone that made her want to run and hide, "Simply...academic purposes."138

His eyes were darkly connected on her own and for a slight moment, she felt her mind soften. Elizabeth felt an oncoming urge to tell him everything but then recognized this feeling.5

"I know what you're trying to do, Tom, and it's not going to work," she started walking away, but was then pulled back by his hand around her arm. She felt a warm tingling sensation down her spine that she scolded herself mentally for feeling. It alarmed her how cruel he was being as minutes earlier he was deep in conversation about Quidditch with their Astronomy professor.29

"I will be seeing you at Slug Club," he whispered and turned, walking away into the dimly lit hallway, soon fading from Elizabeth's view.22

She gripped her arm where Tom had grabbed her, for it hurt terribly. "Complete bastard," she said under her breath as she walked back into the joyous feast.25

Matilda was eagerly waiting with a smile, "So, what happened?"

"Nothing, he was just asking if I knew when Slug Club was," Elizabeth felt a pang of sadness, for she felt the need to lie to her new friend.10

"I think he's got some feelings for you, Beth," she wiggled her eyebrows and munched on a bread roll.30

"Yeah," Elizabeth sighed, "Some sort of feeling."

"So I was thinking, what if you owled the permission slip to your parents?" Matilda suggested.

Elizabeth shrugged, "I'll ask the Headmaster tomorrow morning at breakfast."

"Maybe Tom will show up this time," she raised her eyebrows and grinned.

"Let's cross our fingers he doesn't," Elizabeth replied

Matilda groaned dramatically, "Why don't you like him?"

"I just don't."

"What's not to love? His green eyes and the way they sparkle in the daylight, his perfect hair is always messily perfect. Bloody hell, he's gorgeous," Matilda gushed.166

Elizabeth barely made a closed-mouth smile. She looked around while Matilda gulped down her goblet of juice. As Elizabeth was about to dismiss herself, a boy walked over to them.

"Hello Matilda," he said to them. His eyes wandered over to Elizabeth, "Who is this?"5

Elizabeth took the time to observe his features. He was no doubt towering over every other student in the hall, yet seemed small in a way. His hair was caramel colored and down at his shoulders in a messy fashion. This boy had the boldest green eyes she had ever seen that fit perfectly against his olive skin which was sprinkled with a few freckles. The voice that came out of him was relaxed and carefree.71

"This is Beth-"

"Elizabeth," she interrupted. "I just got here yesterday, from America."

"America!" he sat down on the other side of Elizabeth. "I've always wanted to go there," he marveled. "I'm Pevlos, Pevlos Valitius."134

"Are you in Slytherin too?" Elizabeth asked him.

He nodded, "Yeah, although," he chuckled, "I have a twin sister, in Hufflepuff. Our parents were so disappointed when they got the news; they were both Gryffindors."67

"Mine were Slytherins," Matilda bragged, raising her chin up.

"My dad was a Hufflepuff and my mom, a Gryffindor. They moved back to America when my mom had me."3

"So you were born in America?" Pevlos clarified.19

"Yes," she answered.

His eyes brightened. "I went to California when I was a little boy with my parents. Of course I don't remember it, but they loved it there."8

Elizabeth nodded.

"Do either of you know where Melissa is?"

"No, although I heard she was off snogging Malfoy," Matilda giggled.220

"Oh shove off," he pushed her shoulder. "Malfoy's over eating with Riddle." He walked off in search of Melissa.20

"Are him and Melissa...together?" Elizabeth asked, watching him walk away.

Matilda snorted, "You can't separate them."

Elizabeth didn't see the two as a good couple. Melissa was short and looked younger and youthful whereas Pevlos seemed in relation to a twenty year old man.

"Do you see any boys you fancy yet? Other than Tom of course."

Elizabeth scanned her eyes down the Slytherin table, hoping to find an answer. Her eyes met those of a green color. They looked at each other for the most of an awkward second, but Elizabeth tore her gaze away. He could very well be her answer. He was very handsome, but he was Tom Riddle.43

"No," Elizabeth answered. "Who would you recommend for me?"9

Matilda, gushing at the chance to set Elizabeth up with a boy, began immediately pointing out students among the hall. She pointed her frail finger over to the Gryffindor table and when Elizabeth followed her gaze, her eyes rested on the most handsome boy she'd ever seen. His hair was hanging around his face in golden curls, with dark eyes that she couldn't tell the exact color of. The area where he sat erupted with laughter, as Elizabeth was sure he'd said something hilarious. As he smiled, he revealed a smile that anyone would die to see; it was bright and cheerful. Elizabeth sighed, dearly hoping he would look over and see her, but why would someone like him, like someone like her?148

Elizabeth didn't classify herself as pretty. If her features were described in the best way, you'd be picturing a small, brunette, too-beautiful-for-her-own-good kind of girl. She had brown wavy hair, but it was rarely in tact; small frizzy bits would occasionally ruin it. She was actually quite fond of her own blue eyes, but that made no difference. She had always had a little more baby fat around her legs and stomach than her other friends, but it was hardly noticeable by the naked eye. She was a very beautiful girl, although like any other, she would never admit that to herself.89

"What's his name?" she nodded towards the Gryffindor boy.

Matilda concealed a wide smile, "That's Joshua Corrington. His family is filthy rich. He's only ever had one girlfriend before, Olive, but she cheated on him so many times he decided she wasn't worth it."82

"Whoa," Elizabeth replied.14

"He's in Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms with us. Ooh, Beth you should talk to him!"

"Shh," she calmed her friend. "I'll try, but if not, you have to promise you'll let it go?"

"Fine," she replied.2

Being done with her meal, she dismissed herself and walked out of the Great Hall and down towards the Slytherin common room. She was stopped by a voice she recognized as her Transfiguration professor, Dumbledore.

"Elizabeth, may I have a word with you?" he asked, a hint of worry barely surpassing his smooth smile.

"Of course," she nodded and walked into his office.

He sat down behind his desk, "Please, sit down."

"What is it, professor?"

"I've noticed that a certain student has taken an interest in you recently," he started and Elizabeth's mind flashed to Tom, although she wasn't about to admit that to her professor.

"You mean Walburga? I mean we're friends-"63

"Tom, I mean, Tom Riddle," he said and Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat.5

Elizabeth remembered how brilliant of a liar she could be as she smiled innocently. "I always thought he was particularly fond of Walburga Black, wouldn't you agree?"6

"Elizabeth, I'm aware he wants to know the kinds of dark magic you've been taught," said Dumbledore in a smooth tone, skipping over her lie.

"Why would you think that?"

Dumbledore twiddled with a small, hollow sphere, rolling it among his free hand as he talked. "You'll find the portraits are quite talkative," the corners of his wrinkled lips turned up. "But only you can confirm their rumors, correct?"17

"He's asked me, once or twice, but I haven't told him anything," she admitted.

"I know you're quite a bit younger than him and the rest of those in your year, but nevertheless smarter. You're a bright witch, and I am confident you can try to hold back your information from him."7

"I have no interest in talking to him at all, but why would he want to know dark magic in the first places?"

Dumbledore's face relaxed at this, "I cannot tell you the details of this, but I know that if he can get his hands on dark magic, he'll cause nothing but evil."

"Why would he do that?" Elizabeth questioned.21

He sighed, but his tone didn't waver, "I've seen the future of the wizarding world and he will acquire the most dark of magic, but it mustn't be from you."38

Elizabeth's eyebrows furrowed as she wondered what on earth Tom could do that would have such an impact.22

"I promise, professor, I haven't even told my parents the kind of spells they taught me at that school," Elizabeth smiled, sealing her promise.3

Dumbledore thanked her and escorted her out. Soon, she was faced with the familiar empty hallway that she had become familiar with.

"Beth," the familiar high pitched squeal of Walburga rang through her ears.30

How many times will I be interrupted before I can reach my dormitory?, she thought to herself. Elizabeth reluctantly turned around to be met with a furious and red-faced Walburga Black. "How are you doing?"9

"Nevermind me, what the bloody hell is going on with you and Tom?" she crossed her arms over her chest, stopping in front of Elizabeth.25

Elizabeth's face distorted into a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

"He's taken a great interest in you, haven't you noticed?" Walburga yelled, not caring about those around her.48

"There's nothing, don't worry," Elizabeth tried to convince her.

Walburga's face transitioned quite a few times from looks of anger, understanding, pity, and relaxation. She sighed and abruptly hugged Elizabeth. Taken hostage by Walburga's tight embrace, she widened her eyes and slowly hugged back.

After a few seconds, they both pulled back. "I'm sorry, Beth, it's just, you know how much I like him and the fact that he's spoken to you more in the past days, than me in the past six years."151

"I can guarantee there is nothing going on between me and that...strange boy," Elizabeth smiled softly.

Walburga smiled and tilted her head to the side, "Perfect." With that, she strutted down to the Great Hall as if she were the queen.63

Elizabeth felt herself relax as she had dealt with all of her issues, Tom and Walburga related. As she was making her way back towards the Slytherin common room, she hummed the song her muggle friends had taught her in their early years: You are My Sunshine by Jimmie Davis. Pausing from her humming, she said, "Pureblood," and entered the common room.52

As she walked through the door and hummed, she saw Tom Riddle, causing her humming to halt. He was quietly discussing something by the green fire with his friends. Elizabeth didn't dare look over to him, for she felt as though he'd ask her about the spells again. She walked down the stairs and entered her dormitory, slamming the door and sinking down against it.

"The spells are all he wants. If I just gave them to him, he'd leave me alone. But I promised Professor Dumbledore I wouldn't and I won't," she softly reminded herself.

She walked over to her bed and opened up her trunk, pushing some of her clothes away to reveal a framed photograph of a young boy with brown hair and sad eyes.

"I promise, Andrew, I won't let anyone else get hurt," she silently hugged the small picture before she put it back in her trunk.

The High School Game Part 2

Sam DAY 6 Monday

This morning, motivated by his new relationship with Shirley, the young boy ate two bols of cereal and drank one big glass of milk, then rushed the high school. Like always, she was here, standing next to the covered playground with her friend, Finn. Sam joined them happily, and took her hand, oblivious of the stranges glances. He tried to kiss her, but she moved fast, laughing :

"Slowly, honey, slowly. I don't want to heard rumour."

What ? What she was talking about ? The beautiful girl was dating one if the cuter students, and she was scared by rumours ? That was weird ! Anyway, Sam nodded, decided to be nice, and look up at Finn. This one wore a black pull, enough loose to hide his belly.

"You got your morning donut, Big Pig ?"

"Don't start man." begged Shirley. "We have a long..."

"Start what ?" asked Raphaël heading towards them with the whole soccer team.

He smiled. Sam proudly show him his new girlfriend, before the bell rang. They all joined the class, for two long hours of mathematics, but the young lad was too happy to be bored. He got a girlfriend and nothing would make him happier.

Lunchtime came, and as usual, Sam and his friends chose to eat in the canteen. Today, pasta and fish made the pleasure of the hungry boy. He noticed Raphaël meal, made at home, constitued of a salad, eggs and fruits, and then dug in his own meal. And as usual, when he finished, he decided to tease Finn a bit with his buddies. Life could not be better.

Gym class came, but Shirley, who followed this lesson only 2 times per week, asked him to join her. Sam although uncertain, made the choice to pass a moment with his girlfriend. He left Raphaël, Tobias and the others and went to Ms. Luliano's bakery, where Shirley was waiting him.

"Hi honey." she said when she saw him. "I'm doing some shopping for my family and we can go wherever you want. Do you want anything ?"

"Nah, I'm fine thanks."

She gladly nodded, and then went to the checkout. Outside, she asked :

"What do you want to do ? I need to know you better if we want to grow closer."

"Normally, I would exercise to be in shape, but..."

"You must be joking. You are exercising like 30 minutes per day, and doing soccer, and doing gym lessons. I'm sure you can skip one day."

"Well." he stated. "Raphaël told me you are doing the same amount of exercise by yourself."

She laughed.

"That's different, honey. I'm a girl, and I havn't a metabolism like your. Boys can eat whatever they want and be in shape... girls havn't this luck."

They reached the park. With her short skirt, exposing her athletics legs, and her T-shirt with a low-cut neckline, he was under her charm. Damn... she is too hot. He could feel his cock get hard-on. But obviously, she did not want sex yet. Shirley sat on a bench, and while oppening her bags, asked :

"Tell me more about your family and your taste."

He joyfully did.

"I'm living with my mother in a little house, near to the midtown. Well, her and I ain't in good terms, because she is worried about my grades, but whatever... I really enjoy soccer, and workout. That's a great part of my life, because as Raphaël say, a shaped body is a key to be loved. Oh, and I have a good sense of humor."

For real... I feel so dumd. Sat here, eating a mini-donut, Shirley aroused him. With every bite, her throat and breast moved slightly, making him horny. She is so hot... Discreetly, he shifted his trousers to let place for his cock.

"I already knew you were a comical guy." she eventually say. "My god, I think I bought too much of these..."

"What ?"

"Mini-donut of Liliano's bakery. They are so tasty, I decided to take a bag of six, but I could only manage to eat two. I'm ridiculous, you know ?"

She showed him the bag. It smelled tasty, and he salivated, realizing he have not taken his usual snack because of their date.

" My family will tease me for, well, three hours because of this..."

She sighed, and Sam realised he did not know anything about her. I know Dan, because he is a buddy of Raphaël, but nothing more...

"I can eat them for you, if you want." offered the brown guy. "And your family will never know."

"For real ?! Well, it' late, and I have to go, but can I give you the bag ?"

"Of course."

Pleased, she kissed him on the cheek, and then left him with the donuts.

Shirley DAY 6 Monday – DAY 7 Thuesday

This evening, the blonde girl came home with her brain full of ideas. She had dinner, and then went to the bathroom for her traditionnals push-ups. One, two, three... Sam, although he had a tough attidude, was especially idiot. He pretented to be his boyfriend, but had insulted Finn all day long. Seven, eight, nine... Behind the door, her sisters, Mary and Loly, yelled :

"Please, Shirley, we need the place ! Go away to do your push-ups  !"

Fuck off. The teenager stopped her exercise and left the bathroom for her demonics twins sisters. Every night, she had been doing some workout for fun, but she had not a count of her performance. Morning exercise and Sunday ahtletism were more important to her. And gym class, like 2 times per week. She went in her bedroom and checked her phone. One sms from Finn asked how was my date, and one from Sam saying nothing interesting. The boaster filled her thought. She may have a solution to help Finn and avenge him against bullying. But, it was hard, and she was not sure if she had the right to do that.

The next day, she met Finn at Ms. Lialino's bakery. The boy, already eating his big donut, said hello. She smiled, and went in. After all, they got atleast ten minutes before the start of the class. She decided to buy a bag of mini-donut, and then, went to the high school. Sam was waiting for her at the portal, eager. She greeted him with her cutiest smile.

"Hi honey, how are ya today ?"

Finn, cautious, went in the class, letting her alone with her imposed boyfriend. She saw Raphaël looking towards them, but he did not came, for her delight.

"I'm fine (he wanted to kiss her, but she skifully avoid) and you ?"

"Everything is good. Really good. I thought you would love some donuts, so I bought a bag of six."

He smirked.

"Thanks."

He took the bag, and ate one donut.

"I must admit, after those I ate last night... They are delicious."

"Sure they are."

They joined the class in silent, the boy eating two other donuts before the beginning of the lesson.

After an hard lunchtime, where Sam, Raphaël and their friends had made a lot of fun about Finn the "Big Pig", lessons went well. In mathematics, they got an exam pretty hard, but she managed to finish the whole things. She was confident about her grades, ans her parents were not really strict about it. Right after, the whole class headed for gym class. She decided to join, because Sam would probably not come for a second date two days in a row. I have to be careful. Like always, she loved gym class, especially when the sport was running. But, she also hated this lesson, because Mr. Litman  has an obvious lack of authority. In no time, Raphaël overtook Finn, and then Sam and Tobias did the same. The three boys made fun of her friend, without any pity for his effort. I know he is trying really hard... Her buddy, despite his overweight, made a lot of sport. Like 3 times per week, as demanding by the nurse. But he loved to eat too much... I don't blame him, he is more handsome than those three jackass. Maybe, if he was more brave, she would be his girlfriend by now. Anyway, she finished her own run, and then went to the locker room for a shower.

Back home, she met her brother Dan, eating a whole pie alone in the living room, watching TV. Slumped on the sofa, his tummy created a little bump over his T-shirt. By the look of it, he was pretty bloated for a day of stuffing himself. College seems good for that... Back in June, at the end of his high school years, Dan was as lean as Sam (but less muscled). He just gained like... well, she did not know exactly he weight, but he seems like he gained 2 or 3 kg (between 4 and 6 pounds approximately) in 4 month. That's a lot. He was going for the freshman 15, she guessed. He looked at her.

"What are you watching like that ?" he asked.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm happy to know you are still at home with me for this year. With my new class, I will need some support."

"Oh yeah ? Well, I heard you and Sam were rather fine."

Of course he knows... She hated speak of her boyfriends with her family since primary school, except with Dan. But for Sam, she wanted to wait before telling anyone. Sadly, when Sam had something, he always told it to Raphaël... And Raphaël told it to everyone. When I consider that he is the devil...

"I'm not sure yet." she said. "Maybe it will last, maybe not. I don't want to overestimate our relation."

Sitting up himself straight, Dan ate the last slice of his pie and opened a can of beer (not the first, obviously).

"Sam seems like a good guy. Maybe a little full of himself, but I think you will be fine."

She smiled.

"I hope too."

Since ever, her brother was this kind of people, searching always the goods parts of the personnality. But she knew Sam better than him. He was a fucking bastard, and she will make him pay for this bullying against Finn. Well, at least if everything works fine.

Sam DAY 11 Saturday

This weekend was a special event because of the first soccer match of the year. The team was so much excited. They worked hard for this. Well, Sam had indulged a little this week, but that was not a problem. In fact, he had just gone on date with his new girlfriend Wednesday and Friday after class, skipping gym class. But he had still done his work out every morning like Raphaël advised him to do. Right now, he was waiting Shirley behind the locker room. They had 30 minutes before the start of the game, and he wanted to see her. Since they were dating, he could see how much she was pleased by him. She offered him donuts every morning, and snack during their dates, like chocolat bar and candies. He could say she was under his charm, now. But she is still cautious... Everytime, he wanted to make sex, and he was horny as hell, but she avoided every attempt, probably too shy.

"Hey honey, ready for the game ?"

Lost in his mind, he had not see her approach. She wore the red sweater of their high school and a tight jean he found attractive. His crotch started to rise.

"Hell, yes I'm." answered Sam. "We will win this one. I'm glad to know you managed to come."

"I would not miss my boyfriend match, honey. By the way, I brought you some... support."

She hand him a bag with donuts from Ms. Laliano's bakery. My favourite. She is too good. He took the bag and chose a tasty chocolat donut. With a smile, he ate it, and then took a second one. Those mini-donut were so good. He feel his cock, hard as a rock under his sweatpant. Damn, I have to be more discreet. To spare Shirley and him from living a awkward situation, he ate the whole bag, kissed her in the neck (the only place she let him kiss) and went into the locker room (empty, because his teammates were already changed. He sat on the shower and put his hand on his dick. She is too hot, really...

He joined his team in sportswear in the field. Raphaël glanced at him, but he ignored his buddy. During the whole game, knowing Shirley was watching, Sam did his best. And his best worked. After 90 minutes of running, pass and yells, his team won. They went back to the locker room happier than ever. The season started well.

"Everybody !" shouted Tobias. "Party tonight at my home ! Come over and bring all the high school !"

Screams of joy answered his invitation. We are fucking good. Sam took a shower and got dressed before leaving the place, glad.

"I said, you should try something during this party. She seems open-minded, with our victory."

Sam lower his eyes, reluctant. Raphaël suggested he and Shirley should have sex right now, in Tobias manor. After all, there were plenty of empty room, and with the atmosphere, she would probably accept. But if she doesn't... He drank his beer (not the first, not the last) and grumbled :

"She'll decline."

"And what ?" Raphaël smiled. "You have nothing to lose buddy. A refusal don't mean she will break with you, you know ? Plus, Dan told me she was happier since she dated you. Be more confident, boy."

"I can give it a try, but..."

"There is no but, just move your ass and go fuck her."

Shirley DAY 11 Saturday – DAY 13 Monday

As noisy and muffled than the previous one, this party was even worst, because Dan was not here. The young girl hated standing here, pretending to have fun when she was just annoyed. And well, Finn being Finn, he was eating the whole buffet, without any interest for her boredom. And so, she just sat and watched him stuffing his face. On monday, the nurse will make her monthly check-up, and Shirley was pretty sure her friend gained some weight. Despite his exercise, he was eating like... well, three person. And none metabolism was able to deal with that. When he bleched after an umpteenth slice of pizza, she saw Sam coming closer. Since last monday, she started a plan for his imposed boyfriend, whit balanced result. He kindly had eaten everything she had offered. Donut, candies, chocolat bar, he had taken all of it. Plus, he had done less training, skipping some class to be with her. Unfortunately he had still been working every morning, and had assisted to 3 lessons. This instant, he was slightly bloated , because he drank many beer and ate a lot, but it was not permanent, and hardly noticeable despite his super tight shirt.

"Hey sweetheart." stated Sam. "I have something to ask you in more... private conditions."

She knew Raphaël sent him here. She knew why. Sorry, but no way man. She followed her imposed boyfriend upstair, and stopped just before a door. It was better to discuss here, where people could see them. I don't know what he is capable of, after all.

"Okay, it will be awkward." he said. "Anyway let's go. Shirley, you know I love you and I think you're the best girlfriend on the earth. I'm... hum... aroused every time I see you..."

She knew that too. Sam worn often skinny jeans, maybe waist 28, to unveil his muscles (and his ass). Of course she saw several erection when they were close, like now. But... well... not even in my second life. You're an asshole and a dumbass. Needless to say, Sam had been teasing Finn the whole week, just for fun and against her wish. He did not deserve what he was asked.

"I think you will decline, but, can we go in a bedroom and see what will happen ? Please ?"

At least, you don't miss confidence. This self-assurance was impressive.

"You know, I can't do that." she said. "I want to do it slowly, and first, I would like to meet your mother."

Shirley remenbered Sam had been saying he was upset against his mother. She would save time with this strategy.

"I understood, clearly I do. So... I will invite you to see my mother as soon as possible, okay ?"

She approved, and left him to join the party.

Monday came pretty fast, and the routine strated again. On the morning, she bought six mini-donuts, and gave them to Sam, who happily ate the whole thing in two minutes. Finn, watching this, sighed.

"He devours food like I do, and he call me big pig... This world is unfair." he whispered.

"It's only because he is exercising every morning. Nothing more."

"Well maybe, but still, I'm fat and he is not. And you are playing his game by feeding him like this, proving I'm an unhealthly boy."

She sighed.

"Don't worry, that's not my goal. I will do something..."

Finn barely listened to her, and reached the class. Poor buddy... She could understand his anger and his rage. After all, she was dating his bully. Not by choice, but she was...

"Big Pig was hungry ?" asked Sam.

Okay, time to play my role again. She smiled.

"Let him alone. We have other matter to discuss."

Curious, he let her continue.

"I thought about what you said and... well, I want to become closer with you."

"Sounds cool for me, but what is the point ?"

"We don't see each other enough honey... Look, during the day, we are both working for our grades, and we cannot spend time together. The afternoon, we date sometimes, but we often go to the gym class, and we both love it. Not to mention the bonus it will be in the average. So, I thought you could come every morning and pick me up before school. Would you ?"

He hesitated. She knew it was an hard move, but it probably was the only one. Sam would never wake up earlier, and he would skip his morning workout in this case... But he will decline. Fuck off, he will decline... Shriley winked at him and came closer.

"Would you do that for me honey ?" she asked.

He smiled.

"Probably. Let me the end of the day to take a decision please, and I will tell you."

She agreed. That was better than expected. Hopefully, he would not share his doubts with Raphaël, and said yes. They entered the classroom, both thinking about this important choice.

To be continued

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