#Sorry if there's any mistakes I'm tired and sick but I wanted to post this

[connectionterminated13]

When Michael got Cassie he had been living in a motel room. He didn't want his new daughter to grow up in a motel room so he went back to his childhood home and they live there for a long time. Then after the events of fnaf 6 Michael got a job working on the tech part of the pizza plex construction. All workers got free housing in a small pop-up town nearby. That's where Cassie spent most of her life.

It was very chill but some of the more superstitious neighbors could be a bit rude to Mike... Add the homophobic ones to a whole other issue

[roseofdarknessblog]

Little miracle (Postwar!Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 2 674

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: Three years after the Rumbling, you and Levi finally get the chance to grow your little family.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: Learn to live again

Little miracle

Sitting on a little stack of wooden crates, you were watching as your husband gave out sweets to all the kids in the refugee camp. The happiness on their cute little faces made your heart melt over and over again. And even though you couldn't see Levi's face, it was more than obvious that he enjoyed doing this. After all, he always had a soft spot for kids, since the very first day when you got to know him back in the Underground.

„Not feeling up to anything?“ Yelena asked, when she walked past you, carrying a crate with a couple of toys in her hands. They were from a toy store, that was right next to your and Levi's tea shop back home. „I don't see you helping us at all today.“

„Yeah, sorry. I'm not feeling my best,“ you said to her, running a hand through your hair. „I just didn't want Levi to come alone.“

She rolled her eyes at you with a small smirk on her lips. „Always looking out for each other no matter what.“

„That's what married couples do,“ you reminded her with a chuckle, proudly showing off your wedding band. „No, look... I'm sorry I'm so useless today. I don't know what's wrong.“

You lied.

For a few days now, you knew what was wrong and what was making you feel sick every single day. Or rather who was making you feel like this – the baby, that was growing inside your womb. The baby only you and Falco knew about. You didn't tell him but when he randomly found you throwing up three days in a row, while he and Gabi were helping you out in the tea shop, he put two and two together.

It was truly a miracle, that you were able to keep your pregnancy hidden from Levi. Or maybe if he suspected something, he was waiting for you to tell him. Not that you were afraid to tell him, you just didn't know how to do it. It was something very special and you wanted Levi to remember such an important day in the best way possible.

„Are you sure everything is okay?“ Yelena asked, her big eyes observing you closely.

You nodded, putting on your best smile. „I'm okay, just didn't get much sleep last night.“

„Oh, the Captain kept you up?“ she teased you, looking over at Levi for a moment.

„Even if he did, it's none of your business,“ you tried brushing her off and got to your feet, adjusting your skirt. „I'll go help you, okay?“ Leaning down, you picked up one of the crates and followed her. When you walked past Levi, you flashed him a loving smile, reassuring him that everything was perfectly fine.

It was... until you found yourself behind one of the tents half an hour later, bent over and puking your guts out. The so-called morning sickness was bothering you more and more every day. On top of that, you felt extremely tired and dizzy almost constantly. Just yesterday, you almost fell over in the tea shop, when you got lightheaded while returning from the kitchen in the back. Fortunately, Levi didn't see anything. He was too busy talking to one of the customers.

Sighing, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and tried to catch your breath once again. Only then you noticed two of the kids staring at you, one of them eating a lollipop he got from your husband. You gave them both the sweetest smile possible at that moment and walked away as if nothing happened. After you had some water you found Yelena with Onyankopon again, and joined them, taking care of everything important for the next hour or so.

„Hey, are you holding up okay?“ Levi asked as soon as you were done talking to two little girls, who stopped you to tell you how much they liked your skirt. „You didn't look too good this morning, I just didn't want to argue.“

„I'm fine, yeah. The weather is really nice today, isn't it?“ you asked with a smile, trying to hide the once again growing nausea. „It's good that we came here. The kids looked happy and that's what matters the most.“

The day was really nice, the sun was shining and summer was just around the corner. Even if summer wasn't your favorite season, you loved the warm weather since it always helped Levi with his chronic pain. Meanwhile, the cold usually made him feel much worse, mainly when it came to his left knee.

„It was nice but I can't wait to be back home,“ he sighed quietly. „Are we going to open the tea shop for at least a couple of hours?“

„I don't think anything catastrophic is going to happen, if we stay closed today,“ you said and came closer, reaching for one of his hands. Since nobody was really around, Levi didn't hesitate – he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled you closer to him, making you sit on his lap. „We'll have a nice romantic evening. No work, only love.“

He smirked, resting his back a little better in his wheelchair. Three years after the Rumbling and he still needed to use it daily. When he felt good enough to do it, he was able to walk short distances. Mainly around the tea shop. But for the most time, he wasn't able to rely on his injured knee – not even after multiple surgeries or rounds of physical therapy.

But as years passed by, Levi's outlook on his life started to change. From hating the way his body changed, to slowly accepting the new life he and you got the chance to live. It took a lot of time, energy, and tears, but after three years, both of you were finally feeling... good, content, and satisfied. Everything was like it was supposed to be. As painful as it was, the lives of your fallen friends brought you a safe and bright future.

„What's going on with you?“ Levi asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You shrugged and brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead. „What do you mean? I'm fine.“

„You're not.“

With a smirk, you kissed his forehead. Keeping anything from him wasn't even a little bit easy. And maybe it was truly unnecessary. Making a big fuss of this whole thing. This time of your life was supposed to be the most beautiful, not full of stress about every little thing. You wanted to truly enjoy this time – something you never thought you would be able to experience.

Having kids was off the table while you and Levi were in the Survey Corps. Years back, you had a pregnancy scare, but it all turned out well, fortunately. Since then, the two of you didn't seriously talk about having children. Not really even after the Rumbling. With Levi's health issues and all the major changes in your life, there was simply no energy left to think about starting a family.

Despite that, you agreed that you're not going to try to prevent a pregnancy. If it happened, you would simply have a child together. However, months and then years went by without you getting pregnant. Not even once did you suspect anything. So when this little miracle happened, the two of you weren't really trying for a baby. But it looked like fate knew what your marriage was missing.

„Are you going to tell me or should I ask?“ he raised his brows, giving you probably the last chance to say what was on your mind.

„I guess you already know,“ you sighed, resting your head on top of his. The sun was brightly shining down on the refugee camp all around you, the light wind making the hot air a little bit more bearable. „Don't you?“

„I have my suspicions, yes,“ he nodded, gently caressing your side. You were feeling more and more nervous as each second passed, suddenly not being sure how he was going to react. „Your period always makes you pretty damn sick for the first two or three days, each and every month. And it's been around seven weeks since I last saw you in such a state,“ he said in a calm tone, not wanting to make you even more anxious about the whole situation.

„I wanted to tell you, just didn't know how. It's such an important moment in our lives and I wanted to make it special for you.“

„So I'm right? We're expecting a baby?“ he asked directly, not giving you another chance to change the topic of the conversation. „I'm going to be a father?“

„If everything goes well...“ you shrugged, giving him a hopeful smile. „Then yes, you're going to be a father in a couple of months.“ It was hard to tell what Levi was thinking or feeling at that very moment. His expression was almost impossible to read. His good eye was fixed on your face, his lips pressed into a thin line. „I'm not sure how it happened after so much time. To be honest, I stopped thinking that we would ever have kids. After more than three years...“ You shook your head, a smile making its way onto your lips.

„Guess it simply wasn't the right time until now. And our bodies knew it,“ Levi said, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. „How long did you know?“

You opened your mouth to speak, but suddenly Onyankopon showed up, calling on the two of you. He seemed a little shocked at first when he saw you sitting on Levi's lap, but he quickly managed a smile. It was apparently time to say goodbye to the people in the camp and return home. This wasn't your first time doing something like this, but leaving never got easier. You wanted to help these people much more, mainly to all the kids running around.

In a way, they reminded you of all the kids from the Underground back on Paradis. Since you grew up there as well, you sometimes wondered what happened to that place and to all the people living there. Did they finally have a better life? After the Walls were torn down, when the Titans inside them started moving at the beginning of the Rumbling, you were sure many things changed.

While Armin and the others went back there for peace talks with Queen Historia, you and Levi stayed behind. It was... better, in a way. Leaving all the political work to the younger generation. Maybe it sounded selfish to some, but you simply had no need to get involved with the new military regime on Paradis. Their problems were no longer yours.

Not after everything that happened during and after the Rumbling.

Not after being called traitors just because you decided to kill Eren and stop the madness he unleashed upon the world.

It was already late evening when you came back home. After dinner with Onyankopon and Yelena, you finally closed the door of your little ground-floor apartment, sighing exhaustedly.

„Finally...“ you said and sat down on the little stool by the door. Being on your feet throughout most parts of the day made you as tired as ODM gear training used to be back in the day. And you had only your pregnancy to blame. „I'm so tired.“

„It was a long day,“ Levi said and wheeled himself a bit closer to take your hands in his. „And we still have an important talk to finish.“

You nodded, interlocking your fingers. Being so tired suddenly left no room for feelings of anxiety or nervousness. You knew this moment was coming, it was inevitable to have this talk about your future. And the sooner it happened the better. You kept stealing glances at him during dinner, but his expression didn't show anything. Your friends had no way of knowing something was going on.

„Are you mad that I didn't tell you earlier?“ you asked Levi, looking at him in the dim light of the little entryway. The scars on his face healed more than nicely throughout the years. Now they were barely visible. Or they maybe seemed like that because Levi's face changed in different ways as well – slowly, but the signature dark circles under his eyes started disappearing since he was sleeping much more and better than ever before. Sometimes when you looked at him, he almost seemed younger than ever.

Levi shook his head, his thumb running over your wedding band. „I have no right to be mad. It's our kid, but it's your body.“

„It is but... you know...“ Finding the right words was suddenly way too hard. Your whole body was suddenly overflowing with so many different emotions. „These past three years... I knew you wanted a baby. And I wanted to give you one... at least one. But you know that it simply wasn't happening, I wasn't getting pregnant even if we never did anything to prevent it and...“

„Hey, hey, hey! Shhh, don't panic. Take a deep breath,“ he encouraged you, his thumbs slowly rubbing your knuckles. Focusing on the soft expression on his face, you took a couple of deep breaths to calm down a little. „I hoped we would one day have a child together. Not really when we were still in the Survey Corps, but after we settled down here. But that doesn't mean I wasn't happy with just you by my side.“ Levi talked slowly to make sure you were able to follow his thoughts.

„We're so not ready for this, Levi. But I don't think we'll ever be.“ You laughed nervously and leaned closer to plant a soft kiss on his lips. „You'll be the most amazing dad ever. I'm more than sure,“ you whispered into his lips, kissing him once more.

„Guess I'll learn,“ he smirked, placing one of his hands on the back of your head to keep you close. „And you will too. We'll manage.“

„It probably won't be harder than killing Titans.“

Hearing him chuckle was a very nice end to this day. You thought about a moment like this many times before – about telling Levi that your little family will soon have a new addition. And now it was reality. You were talking about a baby that was already growing inside you.

„Aren't we too old for this?“ Levi suddenly asked, kissing your forehead. His lips were still very slightly curled upwards.

„Probably not if we managed to actually make a baby,“ you giggled and slowly got up, standing in front of Levi. His right hand, which was missing two fingers, gently rested on your lower abdomen.

Your body didn't look any different yet, it was still way too early. And maybe because of that your pregnancy didn't seem real to you. Perhaps later, after your belly will grow a little or after you will feel the baby move for the first time. But for now, you still felt like your old self, just more tired and nauseous.

„Falco knows, right?“ Levi asked suddenly, his thumb very gently stroking your stomach, while he was looking up at you. „Either that or he did something and doesn't want me to find out.“

„He knows, but not from me. I didn't tell him, he figured it out himself after seeing me throw up so many times when they were last here.“ Levi nodded, his face still showing signs of amusement. „But he's the only one and he swore not to tell Gabi.“

„Good. I don't think anybody needs to know for now.“ You nodded, putting your hand over Levi's, which was still gently resting on your stomach.

It was more than obvious that he needed this baby. He needed to be a father. After so many horrific events that took place in his and your life, you both needed something so pure and innocent.

Something so precious.

A true miracle.

[moonbiscuitsims]

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[headcanonenthusiast]

Alex Keller SFW relationship headcanons 

Since my first post on this man did good, here's some SFW relationship headcanons to feed your delusions 😀

No warnings on this one, folks. Was made with both masc and fem readers in mind, but some of the specific headcanons are leaning towards a specific gender.

Enjoy!

-Love languages are physical touch and acts of service. Loves giving + receiving touch, but feels more inclined to spoil you by doing things for you.

-Will do chores you despise if you're sick/tired. As much as you may insist it's fine and that you can do it, every once in a while you'll find your designated chores (as well as the ones Alex already does) finished.

-He passes out compliments like it's candy, and his words are honestly as sweet as it, too. So sincere with everything he says, no matter how self-conscious you may be, he'll do everything in his power to make you feel like royalty.

-A big fan of just relaxing with you. Y'all could be doing basically anything, whether it's watching TV or making food or cuddling, and no matter how mundane things may be, Alex would much rather just enjoy the simple moments and appreciate the time he's able to spend with you. 

-Nicknames for you include: Baby (baby girl/boy/doll), sweetheart, sunshine, dolly, darling and the occasional love or sugar. 

-I feel like he's a God at back massages. No particular reason why, he's just good at them. 

-The inside jokes are top tier. The type of inside jokes you and Alex have are probably so ridiculous that to anyone besides you two, you guys look insane. 

-Whenever he sees anything that reminds him of an inside joke y'all have, he'll literally have to place a hand over his mouth while snorting. Then he'll text you about it so fast he makes like 12 spelling mistakes. 

-If you have a favorite animal, color, show, etc, you best believe he's going to go out of his way to buy you gifts of those things. He'll just come home one day with a plushie of your favorite animal with the widest grin on his face. 

-"Look what I found at the mall! You still like bears, right?" (Totally didn't use bears as an example bc my favorite animal are bears..) 

-Loves relaxing on your chest. Whether you're taller or shorter, it doesn't matter. Your chest = his pillow. 

-Loves it when you run a hand through his hair or touch his facial hair. Also, please cup his cheek and give him as many kisses as you possibly can.

-Will MELT if you fall asleep on him. 

-His favorite places to kiss you are the cheeks, forehead, nose and ofc the lips. 

-Always has an arm around your shoulder or waist or holds your hand in public. He's not very possessive or anything, but he just feels the need to show you off. Its kinda like he's saying "Hey, look at the absolute eye-candy I scored." And he gets all smiley when someone compliments you. 

-Favorite cuddling positions are spooning (he always insists on being the big spoon), or where you're practically on top of him and using his chest as a pillow (and vice versa). 

-If you also want kids and can get pregnant, he's completely fussing over you the entire time. You're not allowed to lift a finger 

-He'll also do the same if you're sick or on your period if you're afab. 

-Once, while he was on deployment, you got sick and told him about it. 

-"Aw, sunshine. I'm so sorry to hear that :(" is what his text said, before asking you exactly what you needed. Then boom, all of a sudden his mother pays you a surprise visit and makes you some soup. It's totally not like he asked if she'd be willing to check up on you or anything because he couldn't be there..totally not 🙃

-Also, I headcanon him to be a major mama's boy. Maybe he's got an older sister or two as well, idk. 

-I feel like family is very important to him. As such, he's always dragging you over to see his family. 

-Always getting you to play with any nephews/nieces he may have and when you do, he gets massive baby fever. 

-Either way, I feel he's fairly knowledgeable on things like periods and such, which is probably why he's so good at taking care of you

-If you're amab and need some new clothes, he'll gladly go through his old ones and see if anything catches your eye. 

-Will let you wear a shirt of his regardless of gender, though. 

-He knows how much you love wearing his t-shirts and sweaters, regardless of if they fit you or not. So, one time while he was on deployment, he "forgot" a shirt at home and once he "realized" he'd "forgotten" it, he told you to keep it safe. 

-"Alex? I think you left a shirt behind." 

-"Thats alright, sunshine. I've got plenty of other clothes. Can you please keep it nice and warm til I get back?" 

-Y'all always have a meal over FaceTime together when he's deployed. 

-Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he sends you a text and a picture of said thing. 

-And said thing is usually either really beautiful, like the sunset or a flower that caught his eye, or something really stupid like a pic of a weird looking cat from the internet or a giant rat he saw around base. 

-"Saw the rat that's been terrorizing the base's kitchen today. Reminded me of you ❤" 

-"Wtf"

-"Why would a rat remind you of me?" 

-"Because it steals my food and leaves crumbs everywhere but is still pretty damn cute." 

-"🖕" 

-"Love you too, dolly." 

-Def wants some sort of pet with you, especially a dog. 

-If you're allergic to dogs, he'll try to get a hypoallergenic breed.

-Although he's certainly not opposed to most other pets! Prefers dogs to cats, but he still likes them, so if you would prefer a cat he's down to get one. 

-Asks for pics of said pet while on deployment constantly. 

-And when he's home, his entire camera roll is just filled with the goofiest pet pics. 

-Such a bad cameraman when it comes to animals for no reason. Will make the most beautiful, expensive and well-groomed ragdoll cat look like a sewer rat with just one photo 💀

-Somehow takes amazing pics of you, though. Manages to make you look absolutely gorgeous/handsome everytime. 

-Stays up late just chuckling at messages between you two on deployment. Does the same for pictures of you, too.  

-When he returns home, though, there's barely a night where he's up past 11 pm, because you're there to cuddle him to sleep. 

-Overall, Alex would just be such an attentive, loving partner. You, your safety, your family and making you laugh are his main priorities.

Another one done! Definitely enjoying writing these, so let me know who I should do next.

[lacrimae23]

seriously, i'm so sick of hating on felicity, making fun of her, mocking her etc. i know i'm biased, i know, okay, i know. i love her, she's my queen, she's my icon etc. BUT i can love her and not hate other characters at the same time and i would just be really thrilled if that was the case with felicity haters. i know not everybody has to like felicity, or even tolerate her, but literally hating on her like she did something bad to you personally??? can we just- um- stop? i'm really tired of this. i really understand SERIOUSLY I GET IT that you don't have to like her but- oh my google seriously- all this energy used just to hate on female character from a superhero show. what's the point yes it hurts my heart i'm so tired of this so yes i had to write this quick rant also, i can't imagine how it would be if i was in arrow fandom on time. because i'm so late so i don't see this hate everywhere, just in some old posts etc. but if i was on time- my my i would be so frustrated more, i know oliver deserved so so soo much better but i can love him and see his flaws at the same time (same with every other character. felicity is not perfect either; i'm not saying otherwise) and i know that there is really many defenders of oliver queen and it's great! i'm all for it. i would be/am(??) one but i think felicity needs it more, to be honest. and i know arrow ended but i would like to call myself her defender and lover even now. i think she deserves some love as a counterweight for all this hate from the previous years i know i'm not the only one and i'm so grateful that there are people who love felicity and appreciate her but they are not active now (understandable i'm just sooo late for arrow *crying in the corner*) so now i will say this: openly loving adoring appreciating defending felicity smoak => ON =>

usually i'm really reluctant with writing my opinions about shows/characters openly etc. because i'm afraid of the drama that could follow (i know internet quite well to know that there is ALWAYS the possibility of it) but well here is my little safe corner so maybe it'll work out i don't want to cause any drama with my opinion. i don't want to argue with someone who has other opinions. i just want to openly love&appreciate felicity smoak on this blog so this is kinda also a warning that MAYBE there is more to come of this kind of posts. it's okay not to agree, i don't want to offend anyone. it's just me&my love for felicity 🥹

sorry for typos mistakes or lack of punctuation i was on a ranting roll 👀

stay safe everyone 💜

[oconist]

azda your tags on that 'oconundrum' post are just...*chef's kiss*

the whole 'esteban has been a shitty teammate' narrative is so overblown and every time redditors repeat that or some other dumb shit about esteban it fucking boils my blood.

the amount of times people bring up alonso's dnfs last year to declare that 'esteban was actually shit' even though they're qualifying paces were very close. and the 'deep analysis' and 'calculations' people would do to estimate how many points alonso lost last year were...questionable. like people were actually saying alonso lost out on 60-80 points in the 2022 alpine...girl be for fucking real. not to mention they don't bring this same argument up in regards to esteban's 5 dnfs compared to checo's 2 in 2018 or literally right now with esteban's 8(!!!) dnfs compared to pierre's 3. nope just automatically 'wow esteban's so shit - he's never beaten a teammate in the championship standings!'

and the amount of vitriol and ire over a single incident from 5 years (in which both people involved made mistakes) is so fucking ridiculous. there have been so many documented instances of esteban and max being friendly since brazil 2018 and people still act like max hates him. the fuck? we all saw the rbrs crash in baku 2018 but everyone acknowledges that maxiel's doing just fine. like what the fuck? also there's max's entitlement in brazil 2022. or his use of racist and ableist slurs? any issues with that today - apparently not! but esteban accidentally crashing into max while trying to unlap himself - devil he's the devil. don't even get me started on the whole 'max was totally justified in shoving esteban - he had a arrogant look on his face'...

reddit goes on and on about how 'they're not toxic like other forms of social media like twitter or instagram' which is such fucking bullshit. daniel made a little quip last year about getting esteban for secret santa and literally everyone was all like 'see even daniel hates esteban! and they were teammates. esteban's a shitty teammate with no friends. hur de dur!' cut to daniel's gift to esteban being arguably being the most personalized and highest quality one of them all...

fuck...that was a HUGE ASS rant i'm so sorry. i'm just...so sick and tired of the esteban slander. this is my safe space.

no because you are speaking facts as usual. este's car last year also was damaged/bad but didn't dnf a couple of times, so if we start adding stuff like that, we should also add a hundred variables more to see who truly was better.

este was unlucky to have his longest teammanships with two guys with crazy ass fanbases, the amount of hate is so much to the point where i have seen alonsistas themselves be like 'hey too much' to other alonso fans regarding ocon.

like with pierre, pascal and daniel, zero issues.

i think the ratio of fans : haters or at least people that seen him as persona non grata is so disproporcionate towards the hater side because he's easy to punch down. he´s not vocal when he's not at fault, and when he was (the infamous renault radio) he's seen as a whiny crybaby as usual. people in the neutral side get easily swayed by the amount of hate people have towards him, but at least the situation is improving!! at least this brazilian gp, tons of brazilian fans were being very nice towards him and i've seen more and more people defend him, even spaniards.

feel free to rant any time you want <3

[valyrra]

Hi! Anon 🐈‍⬛ here, I need some advice, I'm going insane. I live in an opressive family, they behave like I'm not a person and they love to shut me up all the time when I have to say anything and even then they don't listen to what I have to say. They say that's because I don't have a job... (They love mentioning I'm jobless even though they KNOW about my state of mind)

I'm extremely depressed and scared to meet other people because of negative experiences. They conditioned me to stay silent and listen, but after years of silence I got sick of it and got more argumentative. For example: father (who is so obsessed with eating healthy that he made it everyone's problem) today made so much drama because we drank a sweet drink. He told us that it's deadly and told mother that she is the worst mother and started insulting her. It is not the first time he's doing this, he and her (sometimes) make us feel bad about eating something ("You will get cancer from it", "It's deadly", "You're going to get even more fat"), essentially shaming us for eating the food. We are not rich, we can't afford the "healthy" food and we live in a country that has food standards, we can't die from eating food or drinking a drink.

It was a lime flavoured powder that dissolves in water that you drink. It was a looooooooong time since we drank anything like that. He was very agressive about it and I'm on my second day of period so guess what happened. I got angry and told him what his problem is (we have been eating tasteless food for years because of his "Salt is death" (his words), he's obsessed with nutrients, TikTok recipes, and shoving his opinion on food and politics down everyone's throat) and mother and brother started shouting at me (brother insulted me as well) while he ate his lunch at peace. It's a constant cycle that never stops, he starts drama and threatening abuse, I intervene sick of his behaviour, they insult me, shut me up and it is peaceful until this cycle begins again for YEARS...

It was always like that, but since COVID it's getting worse and worse (there were times I almost k*lled myself from the stress), I have nobody to talk to...

He also almost k*illed us because of toilet paper on brother's 18th birthday, I had a horrible mental breakdown and was laughing and crying the whole time. My mental heath is so horrible that when I'm having a breakdown I start laughing (unfortunately like Joaquin Phoenix's Joker). Therapists are not that trustworthy because the one I had told mother about our sessions (what I said in them) and I stopped trusting them. People are snitches around me ready to tell any secret I have to other people. My trust has been broken so many times...

I'm telling you this because we are moots and you've been so kind to me even though we don't communicate much, however, you liking some of my posts and replying to my comments make my day.

I'm afraid to speak about this publicly (from my account).

I'm very very very very sorry for trauma dumping and grammar mistakes, I don't know what to do anymore, maybe I'm beyond saving, it has been going on for years, I'm tired...

Thank you for listening and if you ever need anything, I'll be there for you. I wish you all the best.

Anon 🐈‍⬛.

ok, first of all sorry that I am replying this so late. i'm glad that we are moots and somehow i help your state. don't be sorry for trauma dumping secondly, man, my mental health is like pretty fucked so i'm not sure what kind of advice you want from someone like me…. I'm like legit…….. not sure what can i propose to you besides what helped me to stay alive I've been abusive myself and I still am sometimes. it's kind of hard for me to talk about jobs and ED specifically, but like im not sure what age are you and what country are you in - i would certainly advice you to contact a specialist, even a local hospital (non commercial idk how it works anywhere outside of Russia). and probably its better to not tell anyone + tell the specialist that you'd rather keep this between you two. I've changed like 6-7 psychiatrists. some were bad, some were better. you just need to learn to trust. not all of them are bad Good prescribed meds can stabilize your brain in order not to fall into negative stuff. + somehow keep your nerveous system safer. which IMO is so important? like…. people usually don't realise how many health issues come from stress. from free stuff - sometimes guided meditations help me to relax and prevent incoming anxiety attacks like I think you should bit by bit build your own strength and overcome your fears. there's no one in the world who will make you do this shit, unfortunately. we live in a world where it's not always rainbows and sunshine, but you've been strong enough to live to this moment. i believe you can achieve your independence from your family. my first job was as a waitress and dude I've barely talked with anyone besides customers. only if it was necessary, all because i had like large anxiety and other stuff. it was hard as fuck, I've had drunk shitty customers who touched me and tried to kiss me, i've had a bartender who raised his voice at me like for smallest inconveniences. i had a cook who kept telling me he's going to r* me with his assistant because he was just dissatisfied with my performance lol. but like…… I've also made a great friends and built some social confidence. push yourself, no one will push you… to be independent is kind of a…. solution if you don't trust anyone. I hope you will find your peace.

[a-buisness-panda]

✨️Hello people, hello internet✨️👋 and welcome to my MHA fanfic page. This is going to be a y/n type of blog. Ah, yes! Another abomination in an ocean of disappointments of posts. 🥰🌺

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So, before we get started here's a little disclaimer:

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• So, on the first hand, l know how awful this fandom can be with all the sexualization and toxic shipping and everything this kind so l want to let you know that this blog is going to be a 100% safe blog w/o any of those things. I am sick of seeing all those disgusting stuff about literally minors written and posted everywhere and people being ok with it. I want this to be a change in the fic category of the fandom and l want to represent some real things that this teenagers would do. 😄✌️❤

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• On the second hand (this is more of a me problem but that doesn't stop me from saying it 😘), l'm tired of people making y/n's character LITERALLY 120CM TALL, FUCKING 30 KG AND SUCH A soFtIE THat NeEDs aLL TimE prOtECtIoN, like bruh. You're in a hero school, a school that is made for training HEROES. And l don't say that being short and soft is a bad thing but the way her character is written being thoes things is extremely irritating and annoying and it makes me want to die. 💕😊🌸 So in the next post you'll see how the character of my y/n is going to be like.

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• On the third hand, if you're homophobic, rasist, a toxic fan or just an asshole in general leave and do something about your life loser. This blog is not made for anyone to spread their hate so if you dislike or don't approve with something you can tell me in the comments or in private and I'll see what can l do about it. And if it's really something I can't do much about it you'll have to learn to live with it babe. I have own own ships and I'll let you know what they are but l won't focus much on them. 🥰💖

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• And on the forth hand, l'm not american and my native language is not english so I'm sorry if I'll make any mistakes. Feel free to correct me. 🤗

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💕I hope I didn't wasted your time and I hope you'll stick around from now on too.💕

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[inkrabbit]

Sorry my bad! I still mistake their names (of all ghouls actually I'm new around here)

Now you got me curious again about their deaths. Can you post it please? I can send you my heart if you want

You’re fine, anon! Below the cut is all of the boys and how they died, along with their age. Formatting might be wonky because I’m doing this from my phone

Ares was 28 when he died. he was a mechanic that generally tried to help anyone and everyone, and just tried to see the good in people. he went to an old abandoned house with 3 friends he was close with. like friends who always invited him out, were always so nice to him, got him gifts, etc. they wanted to do a séance since it was getting closer to Halloween. just something spooky. friend 1 had the bright idea of "hey, how about one of us goes into the broom closet?" and friend 2, who had originally been picked to go in, was way too scared. that's fine. Ares volunteered to go in instead because he didn't believe in anything. so they shut him in, had a little laugh about it. Ares kept making jokes to make sure friend 2 didn't freak out too much. he may or may not have had feelings for them. but the candle friend 3 was holding got a little too close to the decorative blanket that was hanging on the nearby wall and it caught fire. Ares didn't know what was happening. he just thought his friends screaming was to freak him out. you know, until he smelled the smoke and heard the crackling of wood. the door was stuck because the hinges were old and rusted and, in the end, the 3 friends ended up leaving to save themselves when the fire got too much. Ares was trapped in the broom closet, frantically trying to open the door but he couldn't. and in those final moments, he blamed them. when he got to Hell, he thought it was a sick joke that he was a fire ghoul and he carried his rage close. every single person that summoned him was shitty and it only made him worse. so when Nihil summoned him he was just so tired and angry and he just didn't wanna do it anymore

Astraeus was 25 when he died. while he was a Viking, he spent a lot of his time as a skald (a poet). his whole clan loved and adored him, and he did have a love interest. his best friend growing up, who had eventually become the leader of the clan. Astraeus stayed as their right hand, as well as their confidant. and everything was going great. the night before their raid, his friend asked him to sing them a song. so he did. he picked up his old lyre and strummed it while he sang of a man that had hopelessly fallen for someone well out of his league. and his friend seemed to love it. in the morning, they packed everything up and, as usual, Astraeus took his position by his friend. but this raid was different. nearly all of their own had been killed. but like the ever loyal berserker, Astraeus stayed right beside his friend up until the end. they managed to kill off all of their enemies and even found the loot his friend was looking for. a very joyous moment that was cut short when Astraeus felt a sharp, stinging pain in his back. his friend had stabbed him. and then proceeded to stab him over and over and over again, even after he fell to the ground. he wasn't offered any closure. he was just left there to bleed out. and right before he finally died, he watched through lidded eyes as his body was set on fire. even as a ghoul, he was abused and betrayed. his real name was used against him in order to make him submit and his previous masters did whatever they wanted to him. when Nihil summoned him and he saw the other ghouls, he was worried the same thing would happen

Neptune was 31 when he died. he lived in the same town as Silvanus, and died a week before him. his home life was actually very loving, and he grew up with two brothers and two sisters. Neptune was the oldest and had no problem taking care of his younger siblings and helping his parents. he proved to be a skilled hunter and took on the role of getting food for his family. fruits, veggies, meat, whatever they needed, he went out and would find. but Neptune had gotten a little too ambitious one day. it was getting closer to winter and he knew that meat and food would start to dwindle. his family wasn't the richest and he knew they relied on him. so even though he was so exhausted from his hunting through the day, he pushed on well into the night. when he finally couldn't take it anymore, he made a little camp, right beside the lake he loved to visit during the summer. he could barely keep his eyes open and ended up nodding off by the fire. his pant leg got too close and it caught fire, lighting up the rest of his clothes and body quickly. in his panic to put it out, he jumped into the lake, but the sharp temperature change threw him into shock and his body locked up. he fell below the water's surface, and though he tried desperately to call for help, the water only filled his mouth and soon his lungs. he woke up in Hell in a confused haze. an older ghoul was the one who had to explain to him what was going on. Neptune, however, was very lucky. all of his masters were respectful of him, or just in complete surprise that a ghoul actually existed. when Nihil summoned him, he just assumed it was another sweet master that he could server

Notus was 19 when he died. originally from Germany, he moved to America in order to go to college and get a new start. he missed his parents, but he loved the freedom he had on his own. surprisingly enough, he fell in with the jocks, and even was gifted a letterman jacket by the star quarterback. he always questioned his place in the group, but he never left. the day he decided to take the train to go to the city, however, was when an argument turned into a fight in the subway. he tried to ignore it and tell himself that it was okay. he would be away from it soon. but one of the men got shoved backwards and, in turn, was knocked into Notus, who fell onto the tracks. he landed face first on the metal, breaking his nose and putting him into a daze. he didn't get the chance to realize exactly what was happening before he heard the train's horn. the last thing he saw was the train barreling towards him. he woke up in Hell, scared and alone. the ghouls ignored him, save for one that tried to take him under her wing, both literally and metaphorically. Notus lacked a backbone, and the ghoulette talked him through everything. she told him to never give a master his real name, and also told him that some masters were vile and cruel. she was summoned before him. Nihil is Notus' first and only master, and while he does miss the ghoulette that helped him in the beginning, he's happy to be with his pack and actually feel like he belongs

Silvanus was also 31 when he died. his father died from a disease when he was 5, leaving his mother to raise him. she was a saint that originally came from Okinawa, and she taught Silvanus everything he needed to know. how to cook, how to sew, how to be kind to people and stay peaceful. he grew up with a Japanese accent that he eventually lost as he got older. eventually, at the age of 20, his mother took ill as well. Silvanus stopped everything to take care of her, even quitting his job at the local shop when she got worse. a lot of his savings went to medicine for her, along with the best foods money could buy. he gave her the world, and even insisted that she took it easy when her illness waned. desperate for money, Silvanus became a bounty hunter and, eventually, became an amazing sharpshooter. his mother was worried, but he always told her he would be okay. he never told her that bounty hunting helped distract him. severe depression had taken hold when she got sick, and the adrenaline of shooting and killing helped him ignore his sorrows. but he hid it well, even when she got worse again. he had come home from a successful job one day and found her laying motionless on the floor in the kitchen. he completely broke that day. he lasted for a week, but he wasn't himself. he became cold and hostile towards what little friends he had out of nowhere in a desperate attempt to cut ties and save everyone the heartache of his made up mind. he grabbed a metal box, his parents' wedding rings, and two pictures: one of his parents after they had gotten married, and one of him and his mother. he put them all in the box, locked it up and carried them out to the woods. he attached a note to the top of the box that requested it be buried with him. and when he felt ready, he slit his throat. Hell wasn't too bad. he kept to himself most of the time, but it was his masters that ruined him. they yanked his antlers and tail, pulled on his teeth, made him fight other ghouls. but he always came out on top. and he always killed his masters for their abuse. he thought the same would happen with Nihil and refused to believe in a "happy ending" until he was finally proven wrong

[easily-bullied]

GIRL! GET OVER IT! ugh is that I WANT to be love sick?? Im so sick of first dates and second dates and feeling awkward. I'm so sick of picking an outfit. in so sick of trying to figure out if you're supposed to kiss or if you're supposed to hug or if I even want to be there. it's so annoying. can I just skip the first month? like I did last time? where it ended up going poorly because there was no basis for the relationship? can I repeat my mistakes just to feel like I did for that brief period when I had hope that things were going to progress? what do you even WANT? is it even actually them?? like what is it about them? and tell me that it isn't just cause they were hot. like PLEASE tell me it wasn't that. (it wasn't that and you know it, it was that PLUS the fact that they made you chase and chase)

I hate feeling like a dumb small girl. I hate it a lot actually. not worth it for the validating feelings. 'oh I got burnt by a bad boy, I'm just gorl' BORING. it's so fucking boring. I'm so fucking bored. in hanging out with people every fucking night and I'm SO bored and none of them are giving me that electric feeling and I can't decide if that electric feeling is love or if that electric feeling is neglect. isn't that so fucked up? fundamentally broken I think. is this gonna be a self defeating post? is this me hating on myself? will that help? nope. I'm tired of trying to do things the right way. FUCK

if anyone found this I'd die lmfao. god imagine it. well if you're reading this, just text me. just tell me that you're sorry. and tell me if it was real before. and then tell me that you don't want me any more. just let me know that it's over. just tell me that you don't want me. be firm about it.

Momo you are the dumbest bitch on the planet I stfg. at least I'll get laid again next week. at least someone will tell me I have beautiful tits again. that always works I guess. have fun on your date tonight bimbo. what a waste of a life so far. what even is it for. I need a vacation. I need a vacation from consciousness. I need to close my eyes and then wake up and it's 2030

[pwblogarchive]

April 2004

April 1, 2004

“hey heartbreaker, you'll never work in this town again”

I think someone is impersonating me online. Could be a joke. But if you talk to someone online and they say they are me, they aren't. I don't talk to anyone online. Texas is fun. We got some sick clandestine hoodies. They've got bats on the hoods and all. Sidenote: I love nickplan. Sorry my words don't have the same weight they usually have right now. Usually they feel stuck in my throat, today it feels okay inside my skin. Oh yeah chicagoland. We want to roadtest some of our new songs so we will be playing around unannounced on shows at really small venues in the next few months. If you snooze you lose. You never know what show we may play.

April 4, 2004

“we love life”

Texas was sex. Dallas being the most amazing. Its hot down here. We played with a band called DV8, this really young band (13-15). They were rad. The bassists bass was bigger than him. Me some rad kids in arkansas, they were starry-eyed and made me tongue-tied. I've been writing a lot lately. All my old charms and curses are back in full swing. I can't wait to get home. Well take these hearts and rename them dangerous and invincible. Well make them too hard to break.

Peterpan

April 7, 2004

“a man-made monster with every human emotion (clandestine explained 1)”

So a lot of people have been asking us about these hoodies and shirt with bats on them. It is not a clothing company. It is not a new band. When I was younger I had this same nightmare over and over again- so my friend tim biedron and I made a story of it (www.timbiedron.com to check out his art). The story is finished and we are waiting on some of the illustration. You may love it or hate it but its something that was stuck inside my head for a long time. We will be selling shirts and skatedecks online soon (www.clandestineindustries.com) and the story will be available this summer. Take the time to check it out if you get a chance.

Love peter

April 10, 2004

“ice age, heat wave cant complain”

i really like the new modest mouse cd. it's called good news for people who love bad news. purchase it.

April 11, 2004

“the moon has one third less gravity than your earth, i don't know if you can comprehend that”

im home. i love aqua teen hunger force. its hilarious. i wanted to let everyone know that if you haven't heard the point id suggest checking them out. a good mix of core and punk rock type stuff. i really really enjoy the hell out of them. www.thepointrock.com

still listening to modest mouse. still think you should get it. being home is nice. im full of food and really clean and im wearing my hood up. im way tired.

April 11, 2004

“I want to sleep on portraits painted as perfect as you”

Thanks for fun on tour. For the record for those in freeport- we had a little bit of fun with you. I will not ever drink. Its not my thing. So if you think there was more than water in that beer bottle, I have a bridge you might wanna buy too.

April 12, 2004

in response to a post on our messageboard, i want to say that i eat only cocoa crispies. i dont dig any other cereals.

April 14, 2004

“in case you're keeping score”

Being in a band is the ultimate friendship ruiner. Went to two shows tonight. In addition to all the smoke got to hang with: akas, beautiful mistake, dld, apo, senses fail and rufio. Being in a band is the best friendship maker. I am getting this awesome bass custom made, black with a red pick guard, no knobs, wired "on". I think it got me weird, so I dyed my hair red and black. Its sex or maybe not. I have 80 pages of lyrics to wade through. New songs soon. New love soon. Style update: I'm only gonna wear little polo tees with the collars up from now on. The clandestine webstore is almost up. I want to get "mom" tattoo for mothers day.

Peter

April 14, 2004

i just wanted to welcome the academy to the family. it's cool cause i've seen these guys go from the beginning and now we're here....

- petey

April 15, 2004

“who dares wins.”

i have been having such a rad time at home. but i must admit i haven't gotten used to sleeping with out hearing my friends breathing in hotel rooms. my bed doesn't feel the same. we leave again today. i am excited to see old friends. i am excited to see some bands too. the full clandestine website is going to launch on april 22 at www.clandestineindustries.com - we'll have some gear at the next couple of shows.

i was gonna post some pictures of my experiments with shaving and hair dye here. but i don't know how so go on over to: www.fueledbyramen.com/journal to see em.

love peterlewiskingstonwentz

i've found that liars always sing the loudest. heart in mouth, ego on sleeve. you've always got the right girl and the right line. i swear to god, take this mic and cross my heart and hope you die. i'm singing this one just flat of the key of love. liars always sing the loudest. the act is getting old but i'm sure all the fools will follow like vermin down the hole.

April 15, 2004

hey jerks. i got bored and dyed my hair red and black- oooh scary. when i am home i only wear sweatpants and don't shave. here's a look into the life of a loser:

make me say ugh nahnahnahnah

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there's that quarterback smile we all hate 

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born to lose 

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pretty emo bro, you could use this one to score on live journal 

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and here's the after shaved and ready to do some stagedives. new jersey or bust. 

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this may in fact be photo evidence that i am gay 

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now that we have that out of the way. the full clandestine site should launch on april 22. we'll be selling some gear at skateandsurf and at a couple of these shows on the way out. tour never ends. for real go and listen to my friend ben's band, it's called Not Enough Gold. they smoke. our tour this summer is gonna be called "believers never die" get into it. sorry for all the pictures, this ain't my space biatch, send me some.

1 2 3 L U V!

- petey

April 26, 2004

so much has been going on. my head has been moving too fast, i can't catch up. clandestineindustries.com is up.

i've got a picture from skate and surf in new jersey. we will have more soon, excuse the quality. you can see how insane this room was.

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- petey

[americancowgirl19]

Your Forever

Summary: It's you're seven hundred and twentyish birthday and you spend it with Thomas Shelby, a human, who makes promises to be with you forever

Warnings: angst! Fluff! Smut! Dark moments, possessive moments, bloodyish sex, light gruesome death details, character death

Reader: Male Vampire Reader

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Male Reader

Word Count: 7,624

A/n: Requested by @charliedakotariley ... First off I'm so sorry it took forever to get this out! Secondly I'm sorry it's so long! I got carried away! I hope it's good! I've been working on it forever! So I'm sorry if towards the end it gets stupid, I'm tired. lol... I really want to post it so I'm going to and then reread it tomorrow to fix mistakes and if you don't like it I can fix whatever you don't like. I hope you enjoy it! I hope this is kind of what you were thinking!

Masterlist

As the last light from the sun disappears below the horizon your eyes open. The room is pitch black but you never needed light to see. Your tired eyes adjust the longer you're awake.

You shift onto your back and release a low sigh. It had been a long week and knew that the days to come would be just as tiresome. Needless to say it took you longer than usual to leave the comfort of your bed.

Normally by the time you're walking downstairs you're dressed and ready for the night but you couldn't find it in you to look put together. So, you ignore your freshly pressed pants and ironed button up in favor for your thick robe.

You leave your room in your comfortable sleeping pants hanging low on your hips accompanied with severe bedhead. Your bare feet scrape across the hardwood floors as you make your way toward the kitchen.

When you enter the maids all pause. They had never seen you like this before. As stated earlier you usually looked put together whenever you're around others.

Why was today different? Why didn't you have the energy to compose yourself? The simple answer is because it's your birthday.

Birthday's are all fine and dandy when you have a limited amount of them. However, this one is roughly your seven hundred twenty-ish birthday. Somewhere around there.

One thing you have going for you is your young body and handsome face. You were a peasant when you were human and didn't really care about your looks. Your mind was far too focused on surviving to the next day.

As the centuries passed you went through phases with your appearance. Some years you enjoyed how you looked while others you hated looking at any reflective surface. In the earlier years it was easier to avoid your reflection since almost all mirrors were backed with silver thus rendering you reflectionless.

Depending on your mood you did different things for your birthday. Some years you threw the grandest parties the world has ever seen. The parties ranged from royal and sophisticated gatherings to so scandalous that the devil himself would be hesitant to attend.

Then there were years where you'd spend the day isolated and moping. Living several hundred years had plenty of downsides and your birthday only served as a reminder that you would have to keep... living.

"Ladies," You greet, politely. The younger ones continue to stare until your head maid claps her hands and shoos them out of the room while quietly scolding them.

"Good evening, Mr. Y/l/n," She greets, standing by the entrance with her fingers intertwined in front of her.

"Good evening, Ms. Carlson," You return the greeting as you take a seat at the near by table. She goes toward the fridge and pulls out a red bag.

"Would you like for me to warm it up?" She questions.

"Please do," You mutter grabbing the newspaper.

On this day many years ago you fell sick with a disease that was destroying your village. You don't remember how it happened exactly but you turned into what was then called a 'demon in the night'. Today they like to call your kind vampires.

Being a creature that can't step foot in the sunlight can be tricky but you've gotten the hang of it by now. You have a very large fortune that pays for your home and the staff that takes care of it.

The more seasoned staff members know your secret and are compensated for their silence on the matter. The newer staff have their theories but don't truly know anything.

Ms. Carlson has been your maid for the last few hundred years. She's a dear friend and you knew you wouldn't have made it this long without her. Every so often you assure her that she doesn't need to serve you but every time you do she reminds you of how useless you are without her. A very true statement.

"Mr. Shelby rang not too long ago," Ms. Carlson says, bringing you a warm cup of blood. You visibly perk which brings a soft smile to her face. "He's stopping by in a few hours," She tells you.

"Good," You say, relaxing in your seat again. "Good," You mutter, bringing the cup to your lips.

Thomas Shelby. You've known a lot of people throughout your years. Over the last century or so you have come to the belief that there is no longer a person in the world that could surprise you. Of course once you get this in your head you meet Thomas Shelby.

You met him during the war. He had caught you feeding on one of the corpses during a battle. He had been horrified and even shot you in the chest. You found the entire situation amusing.

You had originally planned on killing the soldier but decided against it. Despite all the mud, sweat, and dried blood covering the man you could see how handsome he is. His striking blue eyes never failed to captivate you.

In fact you specifically remember thinking 'such beautiful eyes shouldn't close prematurely'. For those who don't have a poets mind you were thinking that such a beautiful man shouldn't be killed before his time or something like that.

You never thought that you would see him again. The war was spread throughout the world and you were constantly moving around. You weren't with a specific unit. You just enjoyed the killing and the daily feast.

Then the battle of Somme came. When you saw him huddled in the ground with a handful of his men you knew he was something special. He had a fire in his eyes and you knew that he wasn't done with the world yet.

When you got him and his men out of there alive he wouldn't let you leave without talking to you. He had asked what you were and why you had saved him. Thinking you would never see him again you didn't see the harm in telling him.

You had told multiple humans the truth of your existence over the years. It was more of a way to find entertainment than to expose your species.

The humans you told usually lost their minds. They would try to spread hysteria. They would try to get others to know the truth but nobody ever believed them. Maybe you were a little sadistic. You liked watching them fall to insanity and fear. Hey, you've been alive for this long you need someone to give you a laugh.

Only Thomas didn't lose his mind. He didn't give into fear or hysteria. He believed you when you told him what you were, how old you were, and what you were doing in the war (mainly feeding but also helping Britain win battles here and there).

You found yourself seeking Thomas out. You enjoyed his company and the way his mind worked. He took things in the way were no matter how insane they seemed and used everything to his advantage.

When the war ended you bought a home near Birmingham to stay close to Tommy. He knew that you couldn't step into the sun but also knew most of the work happened at night. He offered you a position with the Peaky Blinders and you took it.

You didn't always do what he told you to do but your ability to say no to him was nearly nonexistant. Plus you enjoyed the jobs he gave you. It ranged from hunting men down to hypnotizing one of his friends in an attempt to help settle his damaged mind. Anything he wanted you gave to him.

You hadn't even realized how close the two of you were getting until recently.

***

- Two Months Ago -

The rain was pelting down all around you. You had been soaked within a minute of stepping outside of your home. The jacket you were wearing was supposed to be water resistant but the rain had long since seeped through the material.

While you couldn't get sick you could still feel the coldness that accompanied the rain fall. Despite the rain and the wind and the dreadful cold you continued on your path. You were supposed to meet Thomas Shelby at the Garrison. You had never been late to a meeting before and you weren't going to let a little rain stop you.

When you arrived the Garrison was nearly empty. Thomas was seated at the bar while Harry was pulling on his coat. You bade Harry a good night and held the door open for him. You promised to leave the pub the way you found it before locking the door behind him.

You shed your jacket and hat off before approaching Thomas. In hind sight you would have realized how weird it was that he had yet to greet you. He wasn't even facing you but you thought nothing of it at the time.

"Quiet night?" You asks, walking around the bar to fix yourself a drink. It was a Friday night. Usually the Garrison was packed on Friday nights. Although, you assumed the heavy rain had kept some people away but usually the drunks made the trek no matter what.

"I sent everyone home," Tommy says, his voice deep and slightly scratchy. You hummed quietly keeping your focus on your drink. When it was finished you put the bottles back and then looked up at him.

You may have been cold before but the sight in front of you made you sent ice through your veins. You could feel your eyes darkening and your fangs trying to extend in response to the sudden anger.

There was a large bruise covering half of Thomas's face. His lip is split and eye is nearly swollen shut. Now that you listen you notice a slight wheeze in his breaths.

"Give me a name," You said, your voice calm in contrast with your surrounding aurora.

To a normal person you would look as calm as you sounded but Tommy knew you better. He knew the rage you were feeling by not only the darkness in your eyes but through the edge in your voice. He knew what you were capable of and a shiver raced down his spine when you spoke to him.

"Quinton Terek and his brothers on the west side," Thomas said. Those boys had been giving the Blinders trouble as of late. There weren't many of them but they were sneaky, highly trained, and had a thrill for causing trouble.

You first instinct was to leave and hunt down the men that had harmed him. You were already planning what you would do to them. They would beg for death before the first hour is spent.

Only a different instinct over took your initial one.

You walked to the sink and grabbed a clean rag. You drenched it with cold water before putting some ice in a bucket. You walked around the bar and took a seat beside him. Tommy didn't stop you from turning his chair towards you.

With a tenderness you didn't know you still had you began to wash the blood and dirt from his face. Every time he winced you would try to be gentler but didn't stop until he was cleaned up. You then used the rag to hold the ice.

"Put this on your face," You said softly knowing that his head must be pounding therefore you didn't want add to his pain. "What else hurts?" You ask, lowering your hands from his face to rest on his legs.

You don't know when you started to get touchy with Thomas but he never complained so you never stopped. Your hands always found their way to him in one way or another. Whether you were pressing a hand to his back, brushing your knuckles against his or caressing his thigh you had to touch him. Maybe that should have been a hint to where things were going.

"I'm fine," He gruffs, reaching for his drink. You watch the glass go to his lips and then watch his throat move as he swallows the contents. Your eyes zero in on his neck as you take in a deep breath focusing on his mouthwatering scent.

"You're struggling to breathe," You note, your eyes going back to his.

"That's a little bit of an overstatement," He says.

"Are your ribs broken?" You ask him. He stares at you for a moment before he shakes his head. "Mind if I look?" You ask. He watches you for a moment before setting down the rag of ice on the bar top. When he nods you hands go to his button up.

His eyes stay glued on you as you watch his slowly revealing chest. When you undo the last button you push the shirt open for a better view. You resist the urge to lick you lips as you gaze at his chest and abdomen.

It only takes you a moment to focus on the large bruise on his side. A second flash of anger courses through you when you see how dark the skin is. Your fingers delicately brush along it which causes him to breathe in sharply.

"Sorry," You mutter, glancing up at him. As always, his crystal blue eyes captivate you making it nearly impossible to look away.

"Will I live?" He asks jokingly with a serious face. A small smirk comes to your lips.

"It'll be close but you should pull through," You say, reluctantly pulling your hands from him. Before the return to your lap one of Thomas's hands latch onto yours. Your smile deepens and you give his hand a squeeze. "I'd tell you to take it easy the next few days but I doubt you'd listen," You whisper.

"How would you know if I did or didn't? You sleep all day," Tommy jokes lightly.

"Are you suggesting that you sleep at all? Thomas, my darling, you sleep less than I do," You squeeze his hand again. "At least go home and try to rest until the sun rises," You plead with him.

"Why would I rest at night when you sleep during the day?" Tommy asks.

"Because your human and that's natural," You remind him. "Besides, I have business to attend to tonight so I cannot be your entertainment," You say standing up. "Rest, darling, I'll know if you don't," You wink at him. You press a soft, lingering kiss on his forehead, trying to ignore the fact that he leans into you, before stepping back.

"Using my aunt as your informant is dirty work," Thomas calls after you knowing that she's your spy.

"We just want what's best for you," You say from the door. You pull on your jacket and hat. "I know you won't but I'll still say it. Take a day off of work and I'll visit tomorrow night," You promise.

"You'll visit either way," Tommy states. You smirk before disappearing into night.

***

- Present -

You had seen Tommy hurt before and it had never really bothered you until that night. That night you had felt more rage than you had in centuries. That night you spent every second before the sunrise dragging out their deaths.

When their bodies were found they made national news. Everyone around the country heard the gruesome tale of their deaths. No death that violent had been reported before.

You took pride in your work but Ms. Carlson spent a good couple hours scolding you for allowing the bodies to be found. She didn't like how ruthless you could be but always accepted that it was apart of who you were. However, she tried to get you to at least clean up after yourself.

Ms. Carlson may have scolded you for most of the night but you never regretted it. They hurt Tommy. You couldn't allow them to live after that.

The night after their death was when it occurred to you what was happening. You had only lost control like that for one other person. That person is the light of your life and the one you hold closest to your heart. If you were reacting like this for Tommy then that meant something.

When the realization hit you you didn't know how to feel. You were scared, you could admit that. But you weren't scared enough to run away. Only too scared to indulge any further than you already are.

When you told Ms. Carlson that you weren't going to progress with Thomas but continue as things were the old bat had the audacity to laugh at you. She knew what you knew deep down. Keeping your distance from Thomas was an idiotic thought.

"Oh, and happy birthday Y/n," She says, softly. You pout which just causes her to laugh lightly. She presses a motherly kiss on top of your head before slipping out of the room.

By the time Tommy arrived you managed to get dressed and comb your hair. Your trousers were a simple black with a plain white button up accompanied with black suspenders. You didn't style your hair as you normally did opting to just run a brush through it a few times.

When Tommy arrived he knocked but didn't bother to wait for someone to answer. He had taken his own coat and hat off before you had greeted him.

"What brings you by tonight?" You ask, leading him into one of your private study rooms. The walls were lined with book shelves and musical records. You walked to the bar table while Tommy made his way over to the records.

As he looks through the records he recalls his day. He talked about the fight Arthur had gotten into and the trouble John had caused. He spoke about Ada's newest act of rebellion and the new horse he's looking at.

You listened to his every word. Silently you handed him a drink while taking the record he chose and began to play it quietly. Eventually the two of you made it to one of the couches and sat closer than what would have been acceptable but neither of you cared.

"You must be tired," You mutter, shifting in a more diagonal position. Your arm rests along the back of the couch going behind Tommy. He releases a long sigh and slouches enough to rest his head on your forearm. The action makes you smile.

"I wanted a peaceful night," He whispers, closing his eyes.

You loved the fact that he found peace here. He knew that even if he went back to his place his family could still bombard him. They would continue to bring either business or family drama to his door step. He also knew that nobody dared step within a mile of your home unless they either knew they were welcome or had a death wish. He knew he was safe with you.

"Do you want to be alone? Or have company?" You ask him.

While you wanted nothing more than to be in his presence you would give him space if he needed it. It was enough that he came to you, that he's in your home.

He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at you while keeping it rested on your arm. His eyes are tired but oh so beautiful. You desperately wanted to pull him closer but restrained yourself.

"I always want your company," He mutters candidly.

"Then you shall always have it," You say softly. The two of you spend a few songs simply being in each others presence until you take his class, along with your own, and set them on a nearby table. "Come here," You whisper, slowly laying down.

Tommy doesn't miss a beat. The two of you shift until he's laying between your legs with his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He breathes slowly. You rub his back helping him destress after a long day.

Your body tenses for a moment when you feel his lips press against your neck. You stay still for a moment not sure what he wants. You knew you wanted him. You knew Ms. Carlson was right to be amused when you told her you wanted to keep Tommy at a distance. You knew your desire for him was too strong to ignore. But you also knew you wouldn't do a thing without him wanting you just as badly.

Tommy slowly lifts his head until his crystal eyes are pouring into yours. Your hands naturally find their way onto his hips. You don't move. You don't pull him closer nor push him away. You wait for him and you don't have to wait long.

Before the song ends Tommy is pressing his lips on yours. In an instant your hands are digging into his hips. The soft kiss unlocks a primal desire to take everything Tommy is willing to give.

The kiss doesn't stay innocent like it had started. A low moan comes from your throat as his hips press down into yours. Every second the kiss continues you can feel your control slip.

"Thomas," You whisper, your lips brushing against his while you say his name. "What do you want?" You ask him. His nips at your bottom lip and bumps his nose against yours.

"You," He whispers back. "All of you," He kisses along your jaw. "Every inch,"

"If you let me have you, my darling, I'll never let you go," You tell him.

"Don't let me go," He whispers. Your hand leaves his hip and comes up between the two of you. You grip his chin strongly and force him to focus on you.

"I won't let you go," You tell him slowly. "You give me one tase of what you have and I'll keep you,"

"I'm yours," He says softly. A small smirk comes to your lips. You pull his head down and gently kiss his lips.

"You're mine," You whisper back. Your hand goes back to his hip. Both of your hands slide over his hand, giving it a long delicious squeeze, before stopping at his thighs.

Swiftly you pick him up and speed him through you home to your room. By the time you have him on your bed his eyes are wide and he's breathing heavily. He had seen you move that fast before but had never experienced it himself.

"You've had a long day, my beautiful gem," You whisper, taking off his shoes and socks. "Let me take care of you," You say, looking into his eyes.

It was clear that the thought of not being in control made him cautious. You waited for him to fight you on the matter but all he did was relax against the mattress. He may have been nervous but he let you take the lead.

"Good boy," You whisper, running your hands up his legs. You spread them and kneel in the new space. You hover over him and reconnect your lips with his while undoing his belt and pants. "I'll make you feel good," You promise against his lips.

"Please," He whispers to you. You smirk.

"I don't have your trousers off yet and you're already begging," You tease. "You're far too quiet though, we'll have to change that," You mutter, taking your kisses down to his throat. You nip and suck on his pulse bringing a low moan from him. "So responsive," You mutter. "I'm gonna have fun with you,"

Tommy shifts under you but you're quick to still him. Your lips return to his as you work on taking his shirt off. You lean back and he sits up not wanting to break the kiss. Your hands explore his warm chest and your fingers tweak his nipples. He whines quietly.

He shrugs off his shirt and practically rips yours open. You chuckles as you toss it into the dark beside his. The kiss between the two of you becomes more desperate.

His hands roam your back while yours make a mess of his hair. You straddle his lap and begin to grind against him. His fingers dig into your skin.

"You can't hurt me," You whisper. "Give me everything. Hold nothing back," You encourage before resuming the kiss. His fingers claw into your back. The pain is temporary for you but oh so delicious. You moan loudly showing how much you love him letting go with you.

You knew he had the weight of the world on his shoulders on a day to day basis. You didn't want him to have that stress on his mind when he's with you. You wanted him to be free. You wanted him to use you to let out his frustrations on.

As selfless you want to be with him you're nowhere near a saint. You let him grip you hard enough to bruise and kiss you dizzy but with ever move he makes the fire in your stomach is fueled. Your carnal desire to devour and claim him as yours clouds your head. You need all of him and as he shows you that he wants you just as much you feel your control slipping.

You use your speed to finish undressing not only yourself but him as well. You force his back against the mattress and his hands above his hair. Your eyes stare deeply into his.

"You're hands are to stay there until I say so," You command. Tommy moans as you begin to take complete control over him. He experimentally tries to breaking your demand but his hands refuse to move. His cock hardens.

You press a light kiss to his lips before going down his body. His eyes follow you but he otherwise stays still. You press open mouthed sloppy kisses down his chest. You were content with playful nips here and there but he wasn't.

"Bite me," He pants. For the second time this night he has you tensing. You're eyes snap up to him. He isn't a man who likes to repeat himself so he stares at you knowing that you heard him.

"Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down," You say, not moving an inch until he verbally assures you that he will. Your eyes slowly rake down his body. "Oh, so beautiful," You whisper, lowering your head. You take in his scent and groan. "What'd I do to get you?" You ask yourself, placing a gentle kiss on his sternum.

Unable to resist the temptation you go back up to his throat. You groan as he automatically moves his head to give you access.

"Such a good boy," You whisper, pressing a kiss under his jaw as a reward. He huffs in an attempt to suppress a whine.

You lick his neck a few times, your saliva providing a small amount of numbing sensation. When your fangs break his skin all he feels is pleasure. So much pleasure that his back arches off the bed and his eyes roll back.

His blood is unlike anything you've ever tasted. It's rich but also tainted. It's so him that there's no mistaking it. Within a few gulps you find yourself addicted.

You pull from his neck only to bite his shoulder and then your eyes set on his bicep. Every bite you take only sends pleasurable shocks through his body. The feeling of being fed from is so enrapturing that he's surprised he hasn't came yet.

When you pull away from his wrist your eyes instantly go to his face. He looks high and completely blissful. He has an almost loopy look to him. You give him a crimson smile which only turns him on even more. He realizes that he loves seeing you with blood covering your mouth. Especially if the blood is his.

You move faster than his head can register. When he catches up you have him in a deep and feral kiss. He moans and bucks his hip up into yours. You grind back down on him moaning when both of your cocks move against each other.

"You're a drug," You moan, nipping his lip. Not to draw blood but just to tease him.

"Please," He whispers. You hum and lightly press kissing over his face. "Touch me," He pants. Your look into his eyes and lower your hand down to your cocks. Your hand wraps around his. A smirk comes to your lips as his eyes roll back.

"You're a masterpiece," You mutter, slowly but firmly jerking him off. "So beautiful... A work of art," You compliment. You scoot down the bed and lower yourself to take his cock in your mouth. His jaw drops and he begins to pant again.

You swirl your tongue and bob your head. Your hand grips the base of his cock tightly while you tease the top. Curses escape his lips only to grow louder the deeper you take him in your mouth. You let him buck into your mouth until you decide to hold him down and take his cock all the way.

"Oh, fuck," Tommy pants. Sneakily, you slip a finger into his entrance. You instantly find that spot that you know will drive him wild. You add another finger and abuse the hell out of the spot while bobbing your head around his cock. "I'm so... so close... Oh, fuck! Please!" He pulls at his hands but is unable to break your control.

Deciding to be a little evil you stop all stimulation and pull away. The look he gives you is murderous. You love it. You rest your hands on the headboard above him and lean your face close to his.

"When you come you're going come with my cock deep in that tight ass and my hand wrapped around your throat," You whisper, trailing a finger along his Adams apple. "I want to year you cum to the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall. I want you to wake everyone in the house and show them all you belong to me," You whisper.

"Then fuck me already," He snaps. You smirk lowering your head to his ear.

"Careful what you wishful, little one," You whisper. You place a delicate kiss on his jaw before thrusting inside of him without anymore prep. His cries bring a sadistic grin to your face.

You give mercy by stilling until he's used to your size. As you wait for him to relax you begin to lick at your multiple bites which helps them heal while adding more stimulation.

"Fuck me," He mutters, his voice quiet. He knows you hear him and you know he knows you hear him but you still hum for him to say it again. "Fuck me," He snaps. The words barely leave his lips before your snapping your hips in and out of him.

"You can move your hands, my darling," You whisper to him. They go from above his head to clawing at your back. You thrust in and out of him until you flip onto your back. He sits on top of you and takes you in deeply. His hands trace your chest as his head lays back. "Use me," You whisper. He looks at you drunkenly. You smirk and massage his hips. "You want to come? Go for it, gem,"

He's slow and unsure at first but soon finds a rhythm. You moan watching him bounce on your cock. You whisper compliments on how perfect he looks and how good he is for you.

When he gets close again you sit up and bring his lips back to yours. He rocks back and forth. You help him find a pattern with your hands.

"Touch yourself," You whisper against his lips. His hand instantly goes to his cock. Your hand goes to his throat. His breathing becomes quicker as he remembers your words. "If you want it... beg."

"I want to come, please," He whines. You tighten your hand which makes it harder for the words to come out but you love the sound of the struggle. He begs and bounces and jerks himself off until you give him your permission.

The sounds this man makes when he comes is like sounding heaven. They're low groans and pants. His breath will hitch every few seconds before he relaxes and lets out another low moan.

He gasps when you flip him onto his back and begin to drill into him. He cries out from the overstimulation but you don't stop until you're own release is pumping into him.

When you relax, Tommy welcomes your weight onto him. You stay buried deep inside of him. You nuzzle into his neck.

"So good, baby," You whisper. "So good for me... You're mine now," You innocently kiss his shoulder. "You're far too good, much too delicious for me to give up," Tommy just hums and slowly falls asleep.

You slip out of him which causes him to whimper but you caress his body and place gentle kisses along his skin until he settles back down. You quickly clean yourself and him up before resettling on the bed.

"Come here," You whisper again. More than half asleep Tommy moves to cuddle with you. Your eyes close as the sun breaches the horizon.

Surprisingly, Tommy stayed with you. He stayed by your side during the day. He cuddled with you for hours before moving to the desk in your room to eat a little food one of the maids had set out.

His body felt sore. Pleasantly sore but there was still a little wince when he went to sit down. He could only imagine the pleased look that you'll have when you see it.

He doesn't mean too but he can't help but watch you sleep a little bit. With the sun up you barely have any other choice but to sleep. He had never seen you so vulnerable and he can only think of things he'd do to the person who'd try to hurt you while you're like this.

When night began you awoke. Tommy was in the kitchen doing some work he had brought with him when you sauntered in. You were half put together. Your pants were on and suspenders clipped but hanging by your legs. You button up was around you but not buttoned.

"You stayed," You whisper, a pleasant smile on your lips. Tommy glances at you. His eyes look down and slowly come back up. He gives you a small grin from behind his glass but he says nothing.

"Mr. Y/l/n," Ms. Carlson greets, coming into the kitchen. "Oh, will you button your shirt," She rolls her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I was under the impression I was in my home," You mutter playfully. She gives you a look.

"This may be your home but there are other people here and you had your lazy day yesterday. Now button up," She says pointing at you. Tommy raises his eyebrows at you but you just shrug and do as told. "Here, yesterday and today's mail,"

"Why didn't I see the mail yesterday?" You ask, taking the envelope's from her hand.

"Because you were sulking and then fucking. Which one was I supposed to interrupt?" She asks, tilting her head.

"You know the last person who tried to mother me died," You warn but her gaze hardens.

"I'm already dead," She states. "Thanks to you," She adds. "You don't intimidate me, Mr. Y/l/n. Now, be a good host and make sure Mr. Shelby eats. He looks far too skinny to put up with your ruthless behavior. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a house to run," With that she leaves the kitchen.

"She was never a pleasant woman," You mutter teasingly. You're quick to dodge and then grab the plate thrown at your head. You knew if you let it break Ms. Carlson would have your head despite the fact that she's the one who threw it. "Don't you have a house to run?" You ask. She points at your warningly but softens when you give her a flirty smirk.

When she leaves the kitchen you turn to the envelopes. You toss most of them on the table until one catches your attention. Instantly, you face lights up more than it was. You eagerly rip it open and read through it.

"What is it?" Tommy asks. You look at him, your hand on the card tightening.

"A birthday card from my daughter," You tell him. He's obviously surprised seeing as you have never mentioned her to him.

"Daughter?" He asks and you hum. "Why did you never mention her?"

"I don't make her existence known to anybody I don't completely trust. She's my most beloved daughter and I will protect her at all costs," You tell him. He stands up and walks towards you.

"And you told me," He mutters, grabbing your untied tie. You hum softly. "Can I meet her?" He asks. You nod.

"She'd like that," You say softly. His eyes glance up to yours. "I might have mentioned you once or twice," He smirks a bit. "Come. If we want to see her before sunrise we have to leave now," You say, walking around him.

"We're seeing her today?" He asks.

"Yes," You nod, your smile slipping. "You might not get many more chances," You say softly, before leaving the room. Tommy follows you out to the car. It's a little bit of a drive to her home but when you arrive you all but drag Thomas inside. "Edna!" You shout. "Sweetheart, I'm here to see you!"

"I'm in here," She says knowing you could hear her from anywhere in the house. You pull Tommy to see her.

Tommy had expected a young woman. A woman that shared your vampirism. What he saw was a frail woman well in her eighties.

"Hello, my sweet," You say, kissing the top of her head tenderly. "I brought someone to meet you,"

"Thomas Shelby, I presume," She says, looking at him.

"Ma'am," He nods politely to her.

"You're handsome," She says. "You didn't do him justice," She says looking at you. Tommy looks at you but instead of embarrassment you just smirk.

"I told you it would be hard to capture his beauty in words," You say, speeding to his side. "Relax," You whisper sensing his anxiety. You grab his hand and caress his face. "She's much more tolerable than Ms. Carlson," You mutter but amazingly Edna heard you.

"Don't be mean, dad," She lightly scolds. "Ms. Carlson is a godsend,"

"God can have her back," You tease, pulling Tommy to sit beside her. Edna smiles and shakes her head at you.

"I'm glad you came to see me," She whispers. You reach for her hand and she holds on as tightly as she can. You ignore the pain in your heart at the lack of grip. You lift her hand to your lips.

You stay silent as her and Tommy get to know each other. You were ecstatic that they were getting along so well. They clicked instantly. You didn't even mind when the two of them ganged up on you as long as it kept her smiling.

"The sun will be up soon," Edna whispers. You glare out the window. "You have to go," She says and your jaw ticks. "I know you don't want too but I'll be here tomorrow," You look at her. "Come and see me," She smiles. You relax and give in.

"I will, my sweet," You promise, kissing the top of her head. "I love you," You whisper.

"Do you mind if I steal Mr. Handsome for a few minutes?" Edna asks.

"As long as you don't steal him from me," You tease before turning to Tommy. "I'll be by the car," You kiss his head before leaving the room.

"I'm so happy he found you," She whispers. "I haven't seen him smile so much since I was a child," Tommy just smiles not knowing the words to say. "He was in love with my mother but she just wanted one thing. To be a vampire. She was pregnant with me when he met her and turned her after I was born. When she completed the transition she disappeared. She got what she wanted and left. He was devastated but for some reason kept me,"

"He loves you," Tommy tells her.

"I never once doubted that," She assures him. "And I love him just as much," She whispers. Tommy moves closer to her upon seeing the tears in her eyes. She clings to his hand and he lets her hold it. He uses his other hand to rub calming circles on her frail skin. "Look at me Tommy and what do you see?" He doesn't get the chance to say anything. "I'm old... I won't be around for much longer and he'll be alone again. Before he met you he was determined to finally end it when I died but now he has hope again. He has you and I can see it in his eyes. He wants to live. He wants to stay with you and he will. He'll stay for you but when I go he'll be broken for a long time. He'll heal but he'll always grieve. That's just who he is..."

"I'll be there," Tommy vows. "I'll look after him. I won't leave him. You don't have to worry. He won't be alone as long as I'm alive," He promises. Edna visibly relaxes as if the weight of the world was just lifted. "And I'll love him every second," Edna smiles.

"I know you will," She whispers, nodding. "You bring out the best in him... You bring out the man I knew as a kid and I can't thank you enough,"

"You don't have too," He assures her. "If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to ask,"

"I won't," She promises. "You should go. He needs to get back before the sun rises," Tommy nods and gives her hand a gentle squeeze. He kisses the top of her head naturally as if he's done it a thousand times. It brings a bright smile to her lips. "Look after him, please,"

"I will," He promises again before joining you in the car. The ride home is relatively silent.

When you both return home you're on Tommy. You barely make it into the home before you're pawing at his clothes. You make your way to your bedroom at a human pace. You push each other against near by walls and kiss the life out of the other.

This time it's less about claiming as it is about loving. You needed to be inside him. You needed to know you weren't alone and he needed you like he needed to breathe. It was slower but shared the same intensity and desire.

The next morning when Tommy awoke he noticed you weren't in bed. It was strange. The sun was up and you should be asleep but you weren't. Instead he finds you with empty bottles of liquor around you in one of your study rooms.

When you manage to look at him your eyes are dead tired and blood shot. Your cheeks glisten and Tommy's heart drops.

"She's gone," You whisper, looking away from him. Your eyes return to the picture of your beautiful girl. She's younger in the photo. She was always so bright and full of life. She made you smile and gave you the will to live.

Tommy sits beside you. He doesn't say anything but his presence is enough. His arm wraps around you and you fall into him. He tightens his hold when you begin to sob.

A watch falls from your hand. You stare at it but don't pick it up. The watch was her first gift to you. She had been so excited to give it to you because it was the first thing she was able to afford with the money from her job at the time. Her first purchase with her own money. She was so proud and excited. You had never take it off our person since she gave it to you.

It had worked perfectly until the early morning. Until the moment you felt it. The moment you awoke with the empty feeling. The moment her heart stopped.

You turned your head in his chest and Tommy held you even tighter. He hated seeing you like this and he could only imagine how many times you've been through this. You have lived for centuries. Centuries to gain and lose people. To love and be broken. An endless cycle.

"I want you," Thomas whispers. "I want you forever. I want you for your forever not mine. Mine's not enough, I want your forever," You lift your head.

"A life in the darkness isn't for everyone," You warn him. "Don't do this just for me,"

"You're more than enough to make this decision," He says, cupping your face. "I want you for your forever. I love you. You've ruined me for anybody else. I don't want you to be alone and I don't want to die without you. A human life isn't enough to do everything I want to do with you. I want a long future,"

"A future," You whisper, leaning your head against his. "Our forever," You mutter and he hums, crawling onto your lap. You lean back against the couch.

"Whenever you're ready to change me I'm ready," He says. "I want you, don't doubt that,"

"I don't," You assure him. "We'll have our forever. I promise,"

[diesukitsuki]

hi, Novah! I'm kinda nervous, i love your blog, amazing work! I am thinking about starting posting my stuff in my own blog, but something really stresses me out, i don't know if it's good enough or if people will like it..i would love some tips!

Anyways, if you're here for the thirst, here I go! Dragon King Bakugou, who has a counselor who likes to tease the king in front of the whole court. so he needs to teach her a lesson, fucking her on his throne, where anyone else could walk in and see the scene of the so smarty and confident king's counselor reduced to a mess with his thrusts.

(sorry for any mistake, English it's not my first language, have a nice day! Drink water, eat good, have enough sleep! If you want to identify me, i could be 💜 anon!)

CW;; 18+ only, spit play(?), impact play(?), condescending bakugou, breeding (light-ish), fem reader, um.. idk if i’m forgetting anything. Blogs w/ no age indicators and minors DO NOT INTERACT

WC;; 1.7k

note;; yall i ain’t gonna lie im so shit at smut. so forgive me.. 😭 and i’m tired asf so there might be typos and shit… also.. i blueballed yall sorry :(

PLEASE. This is so.. god, this is so fucking *puts my fist in my mouth* /pos.

ugh but can you imagine.. like he’s not used to that kind of treatment?? He’s so spoiled. He expects everyone to treat him with respect despite not returning it, and he assumes he’ll get what he wants with the snap of his finger. He does whatever the fuck he wants, and if he wants something, he’ll take it despite what anyone says.

He preens when people always follow his command and cower in his presence, basking in the elegance of a king like snot-nosed brat. He expects so much from the staff of his kingdom, and the court was sick of it having to always bend over backwards for him. They mutter amongst themselves at his ineloquent behavior, chittering about ways to tame this spoiled brat of a king.

So they hire you… without his knowledge.

When he meets you for the first time, his pretty counselor, he thinks you’re one of the concubines for his harem. You stood in the middle of the hall unassumingly, trying to ease your nerves before you met the king. Your nose is buried deep in a moleskin journal, sucked in by the copious amount of notes about the king that you wrote prior. A hand runs over your hip as he pulls you to his side with a smirk. You slap his hand away with a sneer, pushing him off of you. Disgust strikes through you, and you’re not shy when it comes to showing it on your face.

He flushes at the rejection. His eyes are wide with shock before pinching into choler. He chokes on his curses, fists curling and shoulders bunched up at his ears as you towers over you. You don’t seem to react.

Before he could straighten your ass out, his court rushes to introduce you, stammering out your name and precipitating from trepidation as they announce your new role in the kingdom. A roar of a laughter bounces around the kingdom walls. It fades quickly when he sees the court members shake and eye each other awaiting him to realize that they’re serious.

Bakugou expected you to bend at his will like everyone else did. He expected you to stammer and nod your pretty little head as he commanded you to do this and that. He expected you to praise his ideas with a wry smile. He expected you to be a good.

What he did not expect was for you to talk back to him, make irritating little comments about this and that, give him a little haughty response after he barks at you for correcting him. You even have the gall to call him dumb— in front of his court at that!!

You were infuriating, but his cock couldn’t help but twitch every time you bitched at him. Your brows furrowed, hands at your hips as you snarl are him. You had this habit of bending down and staring him right in his eyes as he sits on his throne. His eyes greedily glides down to your tits as you chewed him out with a smirk, happy that he was taking a beating to your words.. happy to see that he’s looking.

Even in the privacy of his own chambers, your face and annoying ass voice invades his head. His cock is annoyingly hard every time you make his way to his head, being all snarky and bratty. His tip is sticky and dripping whenever he frees his heavy cock out, fucking his fists to the idea of shoving his cock in your mouth just to shut you up.

One day, you were nagging him about something, calling him careless and dumb as you recalled something he did this morning— He sent a group of soldiers to terrorize the village located at the bottom of mountain, which was NOT apart of his territory.

His cheek is cradled into his hand with a blank look on his face, watching your plush lips smack together, makin’ words he doesn’t even care to process. You have your hands on your hips while that stupid journal of yours is tucked in between your armpit. He eyes the opening of your blouse, watching your breasts heave as you continue to scold him for this and that. The bored look on his face told you he didn’t know nor did he care about what you were yapping about, and you sigh:

“Are you even listening, my king?” The nickname was supposed to be mocking, but it did quite the opposite effect you wanted to.

Before you knew it you’re on his lap. Your stupid notebook thrown to the side, and Your pencil skirt bunched up at your moving hips. His cock buried deep into your cunt, dragging itself up and down against your gummy walls. He groans under the bite of your nails as they plant themselves on to his broad shoulders. Large hands gripping onto your hips, guiding them up and down, while his mouth latches onto your nipple as he watches you ride his dick.

You were so cute trying to get yourself off on his dick. Huffs and whines fly out of your plump lips, pouting at the fact that you’re barely at the base of his cock. Your brows are scrunched up together letting something so big consume you. A growl leaves him, and you shiver in return. Your concentrated expression makes him want to eat you alive, makes him want to show slam up into you and give you all of him… But he holds himself back, promising himself that the end result would he better if he waited.

He lets go of your tit with a pop.

“You love this cock, don’t cha baby? You love your king’s cock?” He coos. A smirk hooks at his lips as he watches you try and undo yourself.

You almost forget to answer the question, too caught up on feeling his fat cock split you open. The curve and girth of it pressing into the right places, leaving you drooling.

You nod, dumbly, eager to please. The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy swallowing his cock bounced off the high ceilings and vast walls of the throne room. Embarrassed and afraid of unwanted eyes, You bite back your moans.

“C’mon. ” He goads. The head of his cock kissing your cervix as he thrusted his hips upward with a grunt finally bottoming inside of you. He groans, “Oh fuck, yeah.”

You let out a choked moan, eyes widening at the sudden movement. You hunch over in pleasure. Your sticky forehead pressed against his shoulder.

He quickly pushes you back so you could look at him. You looked so stupid, so dumb. Your cockiness no longer present. He thrusts himself back into you again, amusing himself while he watched your eyes cross.

“Say something, girly. The fuck you being so quiet for, hah?” He squints at you, his condescending smirk never leaving his lips. “You afraid of getting caught? Poor baby’s afraid is gonna be caught on the throne fucking the king? Your king?”

You nodded dumbly, whimpering. Drool dribbles down your chin as you continue to sloppily ride his dick, tits bouncing in front of his face. Bakugou brings his hands up to tug at your nipple before slapping one of your tits. You mewl.

“Is that all you can do? Just nod?” He laughs, “My dick makin’ ya stupid, honey? C’mon, you’re a smart girl, use your words like a big girl.”

“Ye—Yes, My—hngh— My king..”

“Tha’s right.. s’good for me, hm? I tell you what to do, and you’ll do it for me, right?” Moans pour out of your lips as you eagerly nod, “Atta girl.”

“and I get to do whatever I want with your body, right baby?” Your head bobs up and down as you whine around his cock. He slaps your tits again. It jiggles in impact, “C’mon, say it.” He grits.

Your hazy eyes blink rapidly, trying to form words as you cried out. “Ye—Fuck, Hngh,, Fuuck, yes.. You can do wh— Hah— Whatever you want with my,my body..” Bakugou groans, delighted with your obedience.

“Is that right?” He chuckles, “ Gonna let me breed you? Gonna let me fuck the shit out of you and knock you up?” A deep guttural moan leaves his lips at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. “You like that? You like the idea of giving me some little brats?”

You give him a shakey ‘fuck yes’ before slowing down. The weight of your body drags you down as you sloppily attempt to drags yourself up and down. Bakugou can feel your leg quiver. He unsheathes himself from your aching cunt.

Your hands find their way around his wrist as his hand comes around your throat. You look at him with hooded eyes, whimpering as he presses softly against your throat before pressing his lips against yours. He nips at the bottom of your lip before pushing his tongue through. You moan under the pressure of his tongue poking and prodding at your mouth. Once the two of you separate, a thin line of saliva connects the two of your before it dissolves into nothing. Your eyes are lidded and hazy when he searches for your reaction.

The hand on your throat slides up your throat. He slips his thumb through your lips. You take this as a sign to open your mouth. Your pink tongue peaking past your lip. Bakugou feels his cock ache as you innocently look at him. Your eyes rounded and expecting, willing to do anything for her king. He praises you with a quiet ‘good girl’ before shooting a white glob of spit onto your tongue. You happily trap your mouth shut. He can feel the your throat moves as you swallow.

When you open your mouth back up, the spit is out of sight. His eyes rolls to the back of his head as he groans.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking nasty.”

You’re dizzy when he flips you over and lays you on his chair. Your neck being forced to crane up because of the back of your chair. Bakugou towers over you as he pulls your legs apart with his hands on your knees. His cock slaps against your stomach, showcasing how deep it going to go.

The man in front of you stands back with his cock in hand. A wicked smile stretches across his face as he slaps the pink mushroom head onto your cunt.

“Beg for it.”

[iv-aur-y]

Diluc Ragnivindr !

diluc ragnivindr ;; inevitable

synopsis ;; diluc presents you with divorce papers, not being too keen on admitting to his mistakes

foreword ;; ah, i wrote this on a whim, and felt like posting it somewhere. please note that this is nowhere near the level i usually write on my wattpad. also, this was inspired by a youtube playlist regarding this topic. ++ you can also find this oneshot under the video.

There wasn't much to think about it in that moment, he didn't need to look carefully into her eyes to see the pain swirl in her beautiful (e/c) hues. She stood towering over the table as her fists tightly clasped the papers he had presented her with. In all honesty, he didn't want this.

Too prideful to admit he was guilty, Diluc hated himself for being so in the wrong, but he would never apologize first. If only she would ask him to stay, if she could say sorry prior to this, he would. He would never leave her side.

But she needed to beg him to stay. She needed to admit to the faulty accusations he pressed into her, even if they weren't her own. She needed to take responsibility for it, for everything.

"Is this what you want, then?" she spoke, breaking the silence. Her glare pierced his skin as she cocked her head to the side. "Even after all I've done for you, even after all that I've gone through, you want to end it right here because of a petty reason such as getting along with your brother?" Diluc's crimson gaze didn't waver. The stoic look on his face remained still and calm as he sighed. "I'm a damn captain of the knights, while he is my subordinate. How do you expect me to keep away from him?"

The response from Diluc, or rather lack thereof, ticked her off even more. She tried keeping her anger to herself, hoping to keep calm. She didn't want to get mad at him, she wanted to continue believing that her love would reach him and persuade him to own up to his mistakes. But it felt like a wish that would never come true. And maybe even the gods of Celestia couldn't grant it.

"I've known Kaeya since eons past, you're being so petty about our friendship, oh enlighten me so, Master Diluc, why is it that you can't see past your big ego?" her voice was seething with anger, and the regret the filled Diluc made him cringe. The way she called his name wasn't as loving as it used to be. Why did she say it like that? Why was she mad?

No. This wasn't the way he had planned things to go. By this time, she would've been on her knees begging for him to forgive her. There were so many women out there who wished to be with Diluc and yet, how could she try to leave him so easily?

"And if it's divorce you want, then behave as you please, because I'm sick and tired of this." her hand reached out to the pen as Diluc watched her sign the papers he had given her. As she met eyes with him, she slammed the papers onto the table. Making long strides towards the door she heard the man behind her finally speak;

"Wait." she paused to look back at him. She watched as he walked up to her, eyebrows knitted together as if he was in some form of distress. "I'm sorry." her expression twisted into anger and she lifted her hand to his face but it fell limp as she turned around. Aggressively shutting the door behind her.

And the results of that night were a divorced couple and a man who cried himself drunk. Drowning in the sins he once pursued. She wouldn't be there for him when he came home late. She wouldn't make his favorite dish when he was sad. She wouldn't massage his shoulders when he was tired.

She wasn't his any longer and the hurt and guilt that enveloped him finally broke him as he finally began to understand how much he loved her. How much he needed her like how humans needed oxygen.

The crimson-eyed man felt his stomach churn, as the pained silence burned into him. His mind was hazy and his chest felt suffocated. Would she come back to him if she saw him in this state?

[servicetopkaradanvers]

I'm not sure if this is exactly the right place to say this, but I don't know if there is. And you're a smart person and critical thinker who has talked about this before. If this is totally weird, you can just delete it ofc. I've never properly watched Supergirl but I started reading fanfic around the time my mental health got real bad so it was a comfort thing I didn't bring too much thought to. I really identify with Lena and in the past, part of me has understood her actions-

and I know that they're wrong. The anti-alien rhetoric is obviously an allegory for racism or homophobia. She's violated people's basic human rights. And I'm scared that I'm a bad person because sometimes, I kind of get it. Which is insane because i'm a lesbian enby of color, i mean i get targeted by most of the -ist/ism actions. And I'm also too tired to think about things critically all the time. Supercorp was my comfort fic, content thing-

I knew it was problematic (the whole James thing makes me sick to my stomach, scared and sad) but I didn't know that Lena as a character was written that way. The metaphors never really clicked in my head because I never thought about it, but now I feel absolutely horrible about myself because I like and identify with Lena. I'm not really sure how to move on from here- I'm just tired. I wish there could be just one thing, one piece of media that wasn't prejudiced (granted sg is not the place to go if you want decent rep and the like) and all of those things I said earlier. Its just me somehow trying to justify how I felt and empathized with something I shouldn't have. So yeah, sorry that was really long. I hope you have a lovely day- sorry for the spam

FIRST of all, you’re fine, babe! Both in sending me this and in enjoying The Bad Media. That’s my thesis here: You’re fine. With this in mind, let’s unpack this big ol suitcase:

We’re living in a fandom moment where more than ever before, we’re thinking about the ideas we consume in fiction and how they may or may not affect us. This is a net positive! Fiction is not reality, but it undeniably impacts it, so for this and many other reasons, we should always think critically about what resonates with us and why. Does this mean dissecting every facet of something to find all the ways it might fall in line with oppressive power structures? Absolutely not.

You, as an individual, do not owe anyone an explanation for why you enjoy anything. Period. How you relate to a given character or why you like them is nobody's business but your own.

Supergirl, as a piece of media, is singularly awful in its lackluster lipservice to progressivism while simultaneously refusing to deliver any progressive themes. Socially and politically, it is a useless liberal wet dream. Kara is an immigrant from a dead culture working as the muscle for a secret FBI offshoot with zero accountability for all of the other aliens in diaspora she has rounded up and dumped into a cell without trial. Alex is allegedly a lesbian, but the key points of her endgame relationship are constantly deemed not important enough to get screen time, which is made even more absurd when examined from the angle that this series is marketed directly toward LGBT people. An embarrassing percentage of villains on this show are women of color, which is particularly loud when there are only 2 women in the main cast who aren't white. And "main" is extremely generous, given that Kelly is just there to Give Advice Good and everything M'gann says and does is as dry as toast.

My point here is that the whole show is rotted to its roots, and whatever quietly libertarian or even fascism-enabling bullshit they push onto Lena in a given week is par for the crusty, shitty course. Kara deciding that she's ok with the alien detection device because "there are bad aliens" is a lovely (read: awful) microcosm of why this show sucks so fucking hard. "People are entitled to their opinions" is for debates on whether pineapple goes on pizza, not for whether we should casually out, endanger, and disenfranchise our [insert minority metaphor here] because some of them are mean.

But what I would love for this fandom to wrap its head around, and what I hope you understand, anon, is that just because it happens on the show, doesn't mean we have to give a rat's ass about it. What the hell is The Canon, anyway? Especially in the case for Supergirl, which can't even get its own continuity right. Especially for an IP that has been rebooted dozens of times before and will be rebooted again in the future. We can just decide that Lena realized the horrible injustices she enabled through her position of power. We can even decide that they just didn't happen at all! This is all fake. It's not set in stone. Who came up with it, anyway? A network with a list of buzzwords they want included and a couple of D-tier showrunners cranking down caffeine to meet an absurdly tight deadline. It's not special. I can guarantee that you care about it infinitely more than they do, and you haven't even watched the damn show.

On a more personal level, people who are hurt, depressed, or traumatized have always and will always look for themselves in fiction. Myself included! And despite what lofty platitudes there may be on the matter, suffering does not make us kind. It does not make us better. Sometimes it's just suffering. Often it pulls us further from who we are meant to be. Often it just makes us "worse."

Trauma has made Lena emotionally brittle. A lifetime of manipulation and abuse has taught her to compartmentalize herself and lock her feelings behind a maze of doors. When she does let love in, she accepts it so wild and vulnerable that she can't see the red flags behind the rosy lenses. She latches so hard onto people she deems virtuous that she holds them to a standard none could fulfill. Her pain has to go somewhere, so it oozes out of her, into Non Nocere, into the post-reveal rift. She's a powder keg, and Kara spent 4 years shoveling more gunpowder onto the pile while holding the match between her teeth.

And despite these fatal flaws that make perfect sense through the eyes of Lena's trauma, she is so full of love. Like Kara, her suffering did not make her kind. She is kind in spite of her suffering. These are the characters we are drawn to when we're hurting. Lena’s trauma is an inextricable part of her, but it is not all of her, and neither are her mistakes.

There truly is not and never will be a piece of media that is absolutely innocent of the harmful structures thrust upon us by society, because we ourselves also participate in that society whether we are critical of it or not, whether we strive to change it or not. I'm flawed. You're flawed. Bettering ourselves is not a journey toward an ultimate destination of perfection. It is a garden we nurture in an endless labor of love because the joy that comes from seeing it flourish and change vastly outweighs the work we put into it and the weeds popping up around its unkempt edges. This is a lesson Lena herself could probably stand to internalize. Probably with lots and lots of therapy. Lots. And lots.

So, to circle back to the start of this? You're fine. You recognized the logic in a traumatized character's mistakes because our own gravest errors more often than not stem from the ways we have been harmed in the past. It's what makes Lena (or, at the very least, the many adaptations of Lena that exist in this fandom) a good character. She is, to her core, characterized proof that a crumbling foundation and poisonous soil do not define us. Which is why watching her heal and grow and learn a healthier kind of love is so, so wonderful.

In closing, I think it's worth mentioning that being critical of media does not mean that we stop enjoying the parts of it we like. There is a lot of gold to be pulled from the steaming pile of shit that is CW Supergirl, and that's why we're all here in the first place. So I really hope you can continue to enjoy it in whatever way makes you smile <3

[dreamii-yume]

Hi Yume! I wanted to tell you that I love all your writings and that you are a truly fantastic writer! Sorry if I seem indiscreet, but I'm curious to know what pushed you and / or pushes you to write your sinfics. Don't feel pressured to answer at all, everyone has their own reasons and everyone has the right to write what he/she/they wants. Sorry for the inconvenience and be safe and remember to drink enough water!💕 (In addition English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes) Hope you have a good day! 😘✨

Hello~! ♥︎

Don’t worry, Darling (〃ω〃) I don’t feel pressured at all, I’m actually pleasantly surprised that you asked this question! You’re going right into Yume’s origin story now lol (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

I started writing fanfics myself when my taste was getting a little too…specific.

I think I mentioned once here that I get easily bored this is such a mean word, I’m sorry of anything I was once interested in if they’re not constantly doing things to keep me entertained lol So, I used to read A LOT of fluffy fanfictions, once that makes you rot and squeal— no smut, just very ｐｕｒｅ vibes (U w U) You know, like the typical teenager that I was lol I couldn’t even read any smut at that point because I view them like the ✨spawn of the devil✨ and it ✨ｃｏｒｒｕｐｔｓ✨ the characters I loved or something 👁👄👁 and also probably because I was a minor But oh how things have changed…Yes, I was that pure kid in school who didn’t know JACKSHIT about anything sexual \(//∇//)\ Bruh I remember covering my eyes every time I see a pp in my science textbook lol ☠️

…To tell you the truth, Yume once wrote a now completed fluffy fanfiction of a certain show and posted it on Wattpad _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): Yeaahh, I’m not gonna elaborate more on that but the fic is still there with a million views holy shit and it’s still haunting me every night that it still exists.

But then, I started getting bored of fluff because— it’s just the same trope over and over again and yeah, yeah… (c" ತ,_ತ) So, I decided to expand my taste a bit more and boom, look what I found— The ✨ｙａｎｄｅｒｅ✨ trope 👁👄👁 Ever since then, I became OBSESSED with these kinds of fic because with these kinds of fics— It doesn’t really…give a shit about what is wrong or what is right so, you can literally write anything you want with it (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡ It’s the kind of love that ｐｅｒｓｉｓｔｓand I love it because you don’t know where a yandere fic can go most of the time, you know? That keeps me hooked and wanting for more! ♥︎

And finally, when I turned legal— HAHAHA, We all know where this went lol ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I started reading ｓｍｕｔbut not just any kinds of smut, no no…ｙａｎｄｅｒｅ　ｓｍｕｔ(O w O) And that was a start of a beautiful friendship— ♥︎

So, I started wanting more, yeah? I discovered new kinks and realized I…liked the most fucked up ones?? Lol Even I don’t know exactly why I like Non-con so much— When I see a fic that doesn’t have any non-con in it, or anything fucked in general because im hornii I get less motivated to read it lol Maybe because I was so sick and tired of seeing two characters falling in love that seeing only ONE character fall into an unrequited love is so fucking spicy and a lot more interesting to me— like, where is it gonna go (O w O) I’m interested!

Bonus points if their love never gets returned through out the story and they become even more obsessed with their Darling until they decide to just…snap and neglect fuck everything else— HAVING DARLING IS A MUST （╹◡╹）

So, yeah— I basically read almost all Yandere Non-Con fics in existance at this point (°▽°) But it just wasn’t enough to quench the ｔｈｉｒｓｔ in me and I was honestly disappointed because there was always this one fic idea in the back of my head with very specific ｙｉｋｅｙ tags that I wanted someone to execute but never found one in my time of reading fanfictions （；＿；）So I just kinda…started writing them on my own lol the ultimate fine ill do it myself moment lmao At first, it was just for self-indulgence and never to be revealed in public because the content is so yikes, yknow? I have that fear of getting judged like— Why would anyone like these kinds of fics…lol

And then, the pandemic came and I was bored as hell— I discovered tumblr and decided to just fuck it, what’s the worse that can happen lol Thus, Yume was born and I was soo happy to see Darlings saying that they like my fics! (๑>◡<๑) And I finally felt liberated like, holy hell— I wasn’t alone with these kinds of kinks lol I started to not give a damn anymore and write whatever the hell I want, pushing my dark fantasies into each coming fics that I actually started calling them…Sinfics lol im a sinner and im proud

And I think that’s what pushes me to write more lol I absolutely LOVE talking with other Darlings who shares common interests with me!

Sorry for the long post, by the way~! But at least, you now know just a little bit more about Yume, yeah~? ٩( ᐛ )و Love you all, as always ♥︎