#and yeah i know the show isn't perfect by today's standards but i still love it anyway

[destiel-wings]

have you watched Angel? Just curious ?

OF COURSE I HAVE!! It's one of my favorite shows!! ❤

Buffy was literally my foundation, i first watched it back in 2004 and it's been my first and main obsession (up until 2021, when the Supernatural/destiel brainrot consumed me). So yeah, I've always seen Angel as an extension of the Buffyverse, even though it's a very solid show by itself too.

[baronessvonglitter]

if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 10 | "all the wrong things for all the right reasons"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 3,228

Summary: you and Dave finally have a night alone to explore your desires and he teaches you how to please him.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is early 20s, Dave is early forties), light d/s tones, TW for mentions of past child abuse/domestic abuse (reader's family), mentions of Dave's past infidelities, first time, oral (f + m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex (reader is on the pill), dubcon (starts off rough but reader gets into it), reader bleeds her first time, choking, creampie, little bit of bathtub sex, a little bit of bloodsucking (but maybe not the way you think), Dave is adopted(!)

Author's Note: Please note that for the sake of the story there is mention of bleeding during MC's first time having sex. This isn't common, I just used it to show Dave's dark interest in blood and inflicting pain. It also goes to show how the MC is losing her innocence little by little as she is introduced to her new role as his mistress.

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You walk together through the side entrance of a five-star hotel. "Have you done this before? Taken a girl to a hotel?"

He gently grasps your hand, giving you a little smirk, but doesn't answer. You can already guess that you're not the first but that doesn't matter to you.

At the front desk he checks you in and you hang back, taking in the spacious, elegant lobby. It's almost afternoon and there aren't many people around, but you still feel wary of running into someone Dave knows. He puts his arm around your waist and leads you to room 308. You commit that number to your memory, placing it among just one of the many significant details of this day. You hold his hand as you take the short elevator ride to the third floor.

"Where does your wife think you are right now?" you ask curiously.

"She thinks I'm out with friends."

There's a part of you that likes the lying, deceptive aspect of this relationship. You're doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons.

The hotel room, your sanctum of sex and desire for the night, is elegant yet understated. It looks more like a high-rise apartment than a hotel. A king size bed adorned in tasteful neutrals, a large TV, a minibar complete with every type of alcohol, and a view overlooking the city.

You turn to Dave, who's watching you with an amused expression. "Up to your standards?" he asks, removing his jacket and watch, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves as he comes close to you.

"It's perfect," you tell him, removing your own jacket. In his arms you softly kiss his cheek.

"No more of that," he says gently. "Kisses on the cheek? Now you'll have to do better than that, my girl. Kisses for me have to mean something. I want to feel you, savor you."

Eyes wide, pupils dilated with lust, you lean in and kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like desire and you can't get enough of him. Dave trails hot wet kisses down your neck.

"Strip for me," he commands, already unbuttoning his own shirt. There's but a small pause before you acquiesce. Slipping off your clothes you are left in only your bra and panties, a peach silk set you're glad you wore today. Dave eyes your body hungrily, and the bulge in his pants grows. "Sit on the bed," he tells you, and you perch yourself on the edge, parting your legs, keeping your eyes on him as he removes his shirt and unbuckles his belt. The sound of the metal, of the leather being pulled through the fabric loops, discomposes you. The next thing you know, Dave is kneeling before you, his eyes full of concern.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "I thought I lost you for a minute."

Coming back to your senses, you feel foolish. "Yeah.. yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

This doesn't necessarily dissuade him. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he says in a serious yet comforting tone. "You looked out of it. What were you thinking about?"

You would never dream of ruining this time with him with such talk. "Right now all I can think about is you.."

He smiles and puts his hands on your thighs, letting them travel up then back down to your knees which he hooks over his shoulders. You scoot yourself to the very edge of the bed, nerves thrumming with anticipation. Dave brushes his hand against the growing wet spot on your panties. "I have so much planned for you, sweetpea," he whispers, gently lapping his tongue against your wet spot, pressing his tongue hard enough for you to feel through your panties. You give a loud, needful moan. Dave pulls your panties down and kisses his way up your thighs. Each kiss is like fire upon your skin, and your breaths get shorter as he inches closer to your pussy. "Look how wet you are. And I haven't even done anything to you yet."

Your breath comes out in short puffs, and Dave gently blows on your clit, making you exhale with a sweet sigh. He holds your thighs, keeping them pushed back to expose more of you, and he takes in the sight of your already drenched folds. Without a moment's hesitation he dives on, devouring you with unbrideled fervor.

You moan in surprise, hips arching up to press yourself against his mouth, his tongue gliding along your clit as he inserts two fingers inside, intent on making you cum as hard as possible. All his patience with you dwindles the moment you dig your fingers into his hair, demanding more of him. He's never gone down on you until now and he wishes he'd done it sooner. "You taste so fucking sweet," he growls. Time seems to stand still, minutes seem small eternities while Dave works his magic. Your hands grab his hair, his shoulders. whatever you can grab hold of and the sounds that leave your mouth are absolutely wicked.

Spurred on by this, Dave gently takes your clit between his teeth, using his fingers to fuck you. You try to give him encouragement, to communicate your appreciation, but your mind is a mess and you can only generate feral sounds. You tremble all over, even your thighs which Dave clamps down with his arms. Only at the right, precise moment are you able to speak: "Oh my god Dave, I.. I.. oh!" A powerful wave rolls through you, carrying you to bliss.

Dave talks you through it. "There it is, my girl, yes.. you're so beautiful and this is all for you." He continues lapping at you, sucking up the juices of your arousal.

"Dave!" you moan as another great wave overtakes you. A thin sheen of sweat covers your body. "I don't know how much more I can take!"

"Just let yourself go, let me take care of you." His voice is soothing, hypnotic, almost romantic. You follow his gentle command and unleash the onslaught of pleasure that's been building up inside you, crying out his name, gently pushing him away when you become overstimulated.

He chuckles, laying next to you on the bed. "Do not ever be ashamed to tell me when you're done. Was that the first time you've ever had your pussy eaten?"

You nod, too overcome to speak just yet. Your eyes are bright, skin glowing. Dave sees this and pulls you in for a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "What do you say to making that a regular occurrence? Tonight and as often as possible," he says. "But you understand that now I have to fuck you. I've been waiting so long, imagining when and where you'd finally become mine."

"You think I haven't wanted that too? I've fantasized about this moment forever. Make me yours.. leave your mark on me." You take his hand and guide it back to your pussy, and he readily takes over, fingering you again, gliding smoothly, stroking that soft, hidden part inside you that makes you scrunch your face in pleasure. He teases you relentlessly, filling you up but not wanting to stretch you out too much - you're so tight and he wants to relish that feeling. He's excited to be your first and he has no doubt he can make your first time memorable and pleasurable.

Only just before you come do you feel him unclasp the front of your bra, fondling your breasts and nibbling on the hardened points with his teeth. This is what propels you over the edge. He fingerfucks you through your orgasm. At the same time it's too much and not enough. "I need you inside me, Dave. Please.."

His response is little more than a growl as he moves over you, getting rid of the rest of his clothes. You cast your bra to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Dave stares down at you on the bed and you think you can see a bit of tenderness beneath his intense gaze from the foot of the bed. "Come here first. I want to fuck your mouth," he commands.

You get on all fours at the edge of the bed and he moves your hair away from your face. This creates a Pavlovian response in you to open your mouth. "Good girl," he says, pulling your hair back as you take his cock into your mouth. You know by now what he likes, but this time you let him take charge because that's what he likes in this moment. "You take my cock so well," he praises. "I'm turning you into such a good little slut. But only for me.. my fucking whore."

He pulls away when your lips tighten around him and your tongue caresses the underside of his dick. "Not yet, sweetpea. I want to cum inside that perfect virgin cunt. Regarding birth control," he continues smoothly, "you're on the pill, right?"

You have a questioning look on your face then you realize how he knows this about you. "I forgot. You like to go through my room." He must have found your pills in your bedside drawer. "Yes, I am," you answer him.

"I just wanted to see if I could trust you," he says easily. "And you, sweetpea, do you trust me? With your body, with your emotions, with your soul?" As he asks this his hands roam your body, appreciating every curve, every plane, and the triangle of soft hair that covers the entrance to your best-kept secret. God, each little touch, no matter how innocuous, dares to send you into a frenzy.

"Yes," you sigh, your heartbeat a timpani drum beat pulsing your entire body.

He hooks your knees over his forearms and positions yourself at your entrance. "This first time is just for you, sweetpea. The next time and all the times that come after are for me."

He pushes in and you gasp at the intrusion. You're wet enough to take him but it's still a matter of acclimating to his girth. He gives shallow strokes, easing deeper each time until he finds your barrier. "Look at me. Breathe," he commands in that low, soft voice. You do just that, then he slams himself against you, causing you to cry out at the brief yet searing pain. The shock wears off soon enough and you feel him fully sheathed inside you, and the first word out of your mouth is, "Fuck!"

Dave takes a moment to let the feeling sink in. He's never been in such a tight pussy. He has to hold back just from cumming right then and there. Slowly he removes himself, eliciting a slight wince from you. There's a little blood on his cock. A real virgin he thinks in wonder. Not just someone who's never been fucked, but someone who's bled for him, given something up for him. He brings you up to a sitting position. "Suck it off."

You do, and it feels ceremonial. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and let him push into your mouth a little bit. He stares at you with what you might think, if you didn't know better, was love.

He pushes you back to the middle of the bed, joining you on the soft sheets as he presses into you again. There's less pain this time. You cease to think of anything except what is happening between you, the slow and gentle movements.

"You're so warm, so tender, and so god damn tight, sweetpea," he whispers. You whisper his name over and over, a prayer of lust and love. You kiss his face, his shoulders, his chest, wherever you can put your lips. There's the centralized feeling of the momentum of his hips rocking against yours, moving steady and deep. Meanwhile Dave is cupping your ass, bringing your legs over his shoulders so that he's in as deep as possible, a look of concentration and determination in his dark eyes. The eye contact alone is a type of eroticism, as you're both unable to feign anything in your compromising position.

"Oh god Dave.. please!" you moan.

"Please what, sweetpea?" he replies, a smug smile on his lips.

"Harder! Please!" you beg, and are rewarded with the smooth, quick pistioning of his hips, his thumb caressing your clit. An unstoppable wave of pleasure washes over you and you give a ragged cry as you cling to him.

He takes a moment to pause to revel in the feel of you pulsing around him, the way your cunt dares to consume him whole. Then he deftly maneuvers you on top of him and without being told what to do you ride him, sinking down on him, impaling yourself upon his cock. "You take me so well," he murmurs again, his hand reaching up to graze your jaw and travel down your neck. "You've already come for me like a good fucking girl. I want you to come again and again until you're a fucking quivering mess." His hand slowly grips your throat, lightly squeezing, his thumb pressing down on your windpipe just enough to make you gasp. Your hand covers his and for a moment Dave thinks you're going to remove his grasp, but to his utter delight you press his hand harder against you. He restrains from squeezing too hard yet he can see the effect it's having on you. "My girl likes a little choking? Likes it a little rough?"

Your only answer is a stifled moan as you continue to move on him, finding a rhythm that feels the best for you and that makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. He continues pressing until you ask him to go easy and he does ease up, just enough to keep you under his thumb. "Come for me, baby. You've got another one in you." His free hand cups your breast, teasing your nipple, rising up to kiss you. You wrap your arms around him, grinding your hips harder, opening your thighs wider to accommodate his girth. This time an even greater surge of pleasure engulfs you, makes you feel as if you're drowning in this long, drawn-out climax. Dave lets out a surprised grunt, shuddering as he comes, and you feel the warm rush of his seed. In that moment he leaves a piece of himself with you and it feels like a gift, like a secret. You stay locked together in this embrace, catching your breath. Though he is satiated, Dave looks at you as though he could ravage you all over again.

"You're mine now," he says. "You'll never belong to anyone else, not really."

"Why would I want to?" you smirk and it damn breaks his walls.

He puts you on your back, legs still spread so he can see his cum dribbling out of you. "I took it easy on you this time," he says, using his fingers to push his cum back into you. You wince, still sore. Dave notes this and is more gentle with you. "How do you feel?"

"A little achy, but not bad.. my bones feel like jello," you give a little laugh.

Dave smiles. "I have an idea."

The tub is warm, full of frothy bubbles, and you're lying with your back to Dave's chest as he lazily strokes down the middle of your chest. "I suppose this isn't the first time you've been unfaithful to her," you say softly even as the bathroom tiles echo your voice and make it louder.

Dave agrees, nodding. "You're right, this isn't the first time I've been unfaithful."

A twinge of jealousy pricks at your heart even though you know such a reaction is silly. "So the others were just flings, or...?"

His voice rumbles against your spine as he speaks. "The others started as just flings. I had some fun.. there were quite a few.. some I even took home right after meeting at the office, others I met on business trips, but never anyone close. Never anyone like you. You're different."

You take those words into yourself, even though they sound like a bad line from a teen TV drama. You're different, not like other girls. You're better. You can't be upset about things he did before you met. And you have to admit part of you thinks his double life is hot.

"Has Carol ever caught on?"

He pauses. "Couples will usually have arguments about faithfulness or the lack thereof, but her accusations have never been very strong, just mild critiques about how I'm away from home so much."

"You seem to have such a good relationship with her.. sometimes I watch the two of you and it seems so surreal, like one or both of you is putting on an act."

He tenses up a little at that. "What do you mean?" His voice is on edge.

You pause. "Tell me about what you were like growing up.." You tilt your head to look at him and he gives you a quick kiss. "There's not much to tell. I was in the foster system from a young age and the family I was eventually adopted into was a military family. We moved around a lot from base to base, different countries. So naturally that became my calling as well."

"And your family was okay? I mean, they loved you?"

He nods. "Yeah, we were really close, and still are."

"What happened to your birth parents?"

"I don't know. I don't care," he says with a shrug.

"My parents were shit. Well, my dad was. He used to drink a lot, beat my mom. And she never did anything about it. She was helpless."

He moves to face you. "Did he ever hurt you?" His eyes take on a ferocious look.

"Sometimes, but more than that he was manipulative. He knew how much I loved him despite everything and he used it against us, moreso with me than with my mom or my brother."

"He should have protected you. A father is supposed to be someone you can depend on," he says, and he strokes your damp hair with such love and tenderness that it almost makes you cry.

"It doesn't matter anymore. He's dead. He's been dead five years." You look up at Dave and manage a smile. "I see now why you're so dedicated to your family, how much you love your daughters. It's part of what attracted me to you. I guess I see your happy family and I want that."

"Maybe it's why you're fucking the father of that happy little family," he suggests, a provocative look in his eye as he takes you into his arms. He positions you on top again, facing away as his hips roam your slippery hips and you fit over him like a perfect glove. "This is what playing house gets you, sweetpea. Now you have to let me use you how I want.."

Your head tilts back as you slide over him, grateful to have this with him, for him to fill you up any time he pleases. This is your only chance for happiness and you're going to take it.

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[itsclydebitches]

IT'S BEEN A DOOZY OF A DAY, FOLKS

Yeah I've got a couple asks about it lol. (Always a terrifying experience when you log onto tumblr and immediately wonder why your inbox blew up...)

Man, I don't even know how I'm feeling right now. We've spent so many months working on the semi-confident assumption that RWBY would be cancelled that on the one hand I can't feel very shocked about this. On the other hand there's definitely a wide-eyed part of my brain going, "Holy shit the 'RT is failing' theories finally came true O_O" I'm kinda devastated that a company that's been a part of my life for almost a decade (and for other fans far longer) is just up and gone, but simultaneously I don't care because what I loved about RT hasn't existed for some time now. We've already been dealing with that nostlgia for years, we just got a hell of a concentrated dose of it today. There's admittedly some level of vindication regarding those who've been pulling shit in the company for so long and empathy for those who were just getting by and are now suddenly out of a job. There's regret that (despite my tendency to fall VERY behind on projects. RIP I owe everyone in this fandom a massive apology) I'll probably never have an official end to my RWBY Recaps. And there's worry about how this will impact the fandom...

Yeah, not to jump on the pessimism train, but I feel like this is going to catapult some fans' misreadings into new territory. RWBY is now forever the show that was canonically unfinished and thus its perfection is assured. Think there are major issues in Volume 9 and earlier? Nah, that's setup for Volumes we just never got. Catch a contradition or other mistake? They would have explained that if they could. Any possible issues with the show if it gets picked up by someone else? Well, of course there are issues, RT isn't writing it! This was already a fandom where having accurate, nuanced discussions about the text was hard as hell... but it just got so much worse.

Honestly, I say let it go. If they're going to do anything I'd prefer a complete reboot/reworking so that this story might stand a chance. Airing new RWBY Volumes was already beating a dead horse. Resurrecting the horse to start beating it anew just feels ridiculous. Yes, I'm sad for those fans who wanted an official ending, but we've spent so much time waiting on RWBY, being worried about RWBY's future, and I personally have encounted so many shows lately whose finales soured my enjoyment that there's something reassuring in the combination of definitive ambuguity here: you know you're not getting an ending by RT, so just have fun imagining your own.

Overall, I feel like I've got to sit with this for a while, you know? I totally get why so many fans (partiuclarly RWDE fans) are celebrating and/or releasing a sigh of relief right now. I'm honestly surprised I haven't seen any crabs yet lol. But maybe it's just because I'm "old" my tumblr's standards, but there's something undeniably sad about losing that part of your fandom life. Or at least, losing what led to/represents that life. Getting introduced to RWBY by a friend, binging it for the first time, pulling new people in, finding like-minded friends here on tumblr, analyzing it for thousands of words, tracing its history and watching how radically it has changed... that's gone now. Not actually because RWBY still exists, as do my friends, and there's nothing stopping me from writing as much fic/meta as I want, but it still feels like someone closed a door on that part of my life. That's not wholly a bad thing given what RT has been lately, but I do think it'll take more than one post for me to unpack it all.

[breanime]

Thank you for the Buck gifs! I hope you like this! Last one for tonight :)

"So it's your girlfriend's birthday and you're not spending it with her?" Eddie asked, smirking as he took a sip of his beer.

"She's not my girlfriend," Buck countered, "And we're meeting for drinks later, so--"

"Wait, wait, wait," Chim interrupted, frowning in confusion, "So you're telling me you've been seeing this woman for months, exclusively, talk about nothing but her all day long, spend all your free time with her, and you aren't even dating?!"

"I don't talk about her all day long," Buck muttered.

"Yesterday you spent almost half an hour grilling me about the best place to take her for your next date," Eddie drawled, "while I was wrist deep in a guy's leg."

Bobby nearly choked on his soda, "You what?"

"It was fine," Buck waved a hand in the air, "the situation was under control, the guy even chimed in, too."

"Okay," Chim shook his head, "Well, today, you showed me pictures you took of her apartment--"

"--to get your opinion on where to move the couch, we haven't been able to decide!" Buck shouted, already exasperated.

"Yeah, moving furniture and going on dates isn't exactly standard booty call behavior, bud," Eddie said, trying not to laugh.

"You introduced her to the whole team, Buck," Bobby added, "She's been to my house."

"And you brought her with you to our apartment, like, over a dozen times," Chim pointed towards Buck with his beer bottle, "She babysat Jee!"

"She's good with kids!" Buck argued.

"Alright," Bobby leaned forward, making sure he had Buck's full attention, "Buck, you need to be honest with yourself. Now you've spent months getting to know Y/N, you've met her people, introduced her to yours, and today is her birthday and you're not doing anything to celebrate... and you're okay with that?"

"We... I mean, we're going out for drinks later," Buck answered weakly.

Bobby gave him a look, "You think that's all she deserves?"

Buck floundered, unsure of how to answer. He'd asked you if you wanted to have a drink with him, and you said yes--but maybe you were expecting more. Maybe the two of you, what you were to each other was... more. Finally, he shook his head. "No."

"And the way you feel about her," Bobby continued, "if she's just a fling, you'd be fine with her ending things?"

Buck didn't need to think about his answer to that question, "No," he frowned, realization dawning on him, "no, I wouldn't."

"What about other men? If she started seeing someone else?" Eddie shrugged. "You'd be cool with that?"

"...No."

"And would you consider seeing anyone else?" Chim prodded.

"No--no, I'm happy with Y/N, she's... She's perfect," Buck paused for a moment before looking off to the side, smiling a bit, "Oh."

"And theeeere it is," Chim said proudly, leaning back in his chair, "Case closed."

"No no no, reopen the case," Buck stood up, his beer still in his hands, "What do I do now? I mean, things are good, we're good, if I tell her I have feelings for her, what if it messes everything up?" He looked at his family, blue eyes wide, "What if I mess everything up?"

"You won't," Eddie said, certainty clear in his voice.

"Leaving things how they are now won't do either of you any good," Bobby shook his head, "She deserves more, and so do you, Buck. If she makes you happy, and you make her happy, then you should pursue something together, something serious. You can't let your fear of messing up stop you from being happy, and you deserve to be happy."

"Damn right," Eddie nodded.

"Here here," Chim raised his bottle, grinning, "So what are you waiting for, Romeo? It's your girl's birthday--what better day to make things facebook official?"

"Go get her," Bobby chuckled, "and tell her happy birthday from us."

Buck grinned, all golden retriever, and nodded before rushing off, accidentally spraying the group with his drink as he ran off, totally forgetting that he was even holding it.

Eddie groaned, wiping the liquid off of his arm, "Love that guy, but he has no self-awareness sometimes."

"Yeah, well, he isn't the only one," Chim laughed, "How much you wanna bet Maddie, Athena, Hen, and Karen are having this exact conversation with Y/N right now?"

Boddy chuckled, shaking his head with a fond smile, "They were meant to be."

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This was my first time writing Buck and the firefam guys, lemme know what you think!

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[georgieluz]

fuck professionalism and neutrality, i wanna hear alllllllll of your opinions!

okay, you've convinced me!

no, that didn't take much, bc i am, in fact, not professional or neutral at all! i am loud and annoying, so here we go!

musically, soar is my favourite. it just hits all the right spots for me and builds flawlessly. i just can't get enough of it and it really was a 'fall-in-love-at-first-listen' for me. i've had it on loop since the day it was released and there isn't a single section of the piece that i don't absolutely adore. i think it takes care of all its elements so well and transitions between sections beautifully. just truly 11/10, like i can't express how hard this score goes. blake neely truly outdid himself on this one. i have to mention how much i love the rest of the score for the show too, not just the main theme. i know that's not the topic of the poll, but i think he did a fantastic job and some of the scoring for the flight scenes genuinely raised my heart rate up high enough that my apple watch had to send me three warnings whilst i watched episode 5. but yeah, just a perfect score imo! and if i were being completely honest, in a very unbiased way, my outright favourite.

i do have a nostalgia bias for the band of brothers theme though, and i do think it's absolutely gorgeous and has a delicacy to it that the others don't. it gently prises open your rib cage and wraps its hand tenderly around your heart, squeezing just enough for a single tear drop to roll down your cheek. there's something inexplicably sad about it, but because of that tiny silver lining of hope that runs through every note as well, you can't quite pinpoint why you're sad. it's like you've had your memories erased, but you know you lost something more than just that, that something overwhelmingly sad happened to you, but you just don't know what. it builds so gently as well, and then finally, it soars just for a second right at the end, before landing us back down on the ground again ever so lightly.

so, those two are generally my two favourites, i would say, but as someone in the notes called out, i will admit that had i listened to both of them fresh for the first time today, i would feel more drawn to soar, because it's the kind of piece i really gravitate toward. whilst band of brothers is a show that i've held pretty dearly in my heart for about a decade now, so it has an element of familiarity, that comes from loving something for so long, helping it out.

someone else in the notes of the poll made a great point about gen kill's use of music (or lack of it) being a character in itself, and i thoroughly agree with them and think gen kill's handling of sound was spot on. it's whole thing is next-level-gritty-realism and it wouldn't have been as impactful, or successful, if they'd done it any other way when it came to sound design.

plus, ray providing the soundtrack is just top television!

honor is somber but also light in a way, so it doesn't overpower you too much, i prefer the beginning and middle sections, as the end builds into a more standard patriotic sounding piece (still beautiful but i find myself enjoying the earlier section much, much more). but yeah, it's still a favourite to listen to, i just don't tend to feel as drawn towards it as much as the other two.

i'll stop rambling now but i could go on all day about how much i love soar like i can't seem to shut up about it?

there's no right answer tbf like all these scores are great but soar kind of is the right answer really, for me at least.

– ask is in reference to this poll

[divineerdrick]

Warhammer World Reveals for Mar 2, 2024

So I'm late on this, and not looking to not be late on these any time soon. Still, I really enjoy blogging these reveals.

In case you didn't hear, this time we didn't get a live show. My guess is that this isn't because live shows won't be a thing anymore, but just because they don't have many reveals this time around. Still, we'll have to wait and see what they're up to in the future.

We still get our WarCom article above, so let's take a look at what we've got!

NOW DATZ PROPPER ORKY!!!

LOOK AT DAT MECH SUIT!!!

LOOK AT DEM WEAPONZ!!!

Seriously! This Big Mek is badass! I definitely prefer the alternate head sculpt with the iron jaw. But if you're someone who pictures your Waaagh's Mek as being a little more kunnin', the main previewed sculpt is still good.

We also get some stats. That is a nice big gun, but in keeping with standard Ork themes it's going to be very swingy. While fly can be a relevant keyword, you're not bringing this git for his firepower.

This, on the other hand, is a perfect reason to bring him. Re-rolling advance rolls isn't anything to sneeze at, and this will make his unit really hard to screen out. Very dangerous, especially if Calling the Waaagh remains unchanged.

There's an interesting box for you!

I'm not going to speculate on whether or not this box will be any good, since we don't know what's going to happen in the codex. But three of those kits are pretty relevant right now. And if you've ever wanted a Stompa, here's a potential discount if you need or can split the other models.

Finally we have our Codex reveal. Haven't been the biggest fan of this Edition's Codex art so far. Don't get me wrong, it's a cool piece of art, but it doesn't really sell the army well to me.

Next we have our reveal for the Custodes. And yeah, sorry, this doesn't bring as much excitement for me as that Big Mek.

Our second new mini is a new Shield-Captain. He definitely looks suitably ornate and imposing, but I'd keep the helmet on. I think the expression on that head sculpt is supposed to be contempt, but it's just not reading clearly as anything. In fact it just as easily reads as, "What the hell happened to this galaxy while I was stuck on Terra?" Fitting maybe, but not really portraying the majesty of the finest warriors in the galaxy.

The Shield-Captain can now take a Pyrithite Spear, which is appropriate since you'd think a Shield-Captain could basically wield whatever they wanted. Previously, this weapon was limited to Forge World. Melta may have lost a step in 10th Edition, but Custodes have plenty of ways to get more out of it.

This model is also coming with it's own box set, including a full six Vertus Praetors. Those aren't doing particularly well right now, but they could get some love in the upcoming Codex.

Again, that's a very well done golden man, but there's nothing here to sell the faction or inspire a player. Why aren't they doing battle scenes on these covers anymore? Seeing a Captain and three Guard holding their own against a horde in their elegant combat stances would go much further to depict just how epic these warriors are.

This ties in with Hammer and Bolter, bringing characters introduced there to the table top. As such, I feel like this is going to be a bit niche.

The sculpts are definitely nice, but I'm not really seeing anything that screams AoS about them.

One of my greatest praises for current GW has been how they've used the Mortal Realms to really let their imaginations take flight. So many of the new factions are just such wonderful reimaginings classic fantasy races. But these look like they would feel at home in any dark fantasy world. You could easily see them stepping off the pages of a Conan novel from the 1950s. For some, this will be a good thing. But especially now that Old World is back, I want Sigmar to keep pushing and keep giving us stuff that is new and cool.

There's also no hint at rules, or even system, for this band of killers. I'm betting we might eventually see rules for both AoS and Warcry. But it would be nice if they got some Underworlds love too, even if maybe the Singri has to stay behind.

This is the one reveal I'd had spoiled. This is so much fun and Blood Bowl is the perfect place for it! When I saw the preview of the goose, I was honestly thinking that maybe it was something for halfling cooks for Old World. But this is way better!

These are a lot of fun, but I do kinda wish they'd gone a bit further. These gnomes don't really look like they're playing the most brutal sport in Fantasy. But I can't help but think of how much fun, and thematic to the game, it would be to see a bunch of wild animals just let loose on the field.

Remember, there's no rule that says a badger can't play Blood Bowl!

Final Thoughts

This was fun! Although I had a lot to say about Codex covers, that Shield-Captain's face sculpt, and some generic bad guys in AoS, these were still fun reveals. I can also definitely understand why they didn't really hype us up for them or do a live show. But as a casual release for a Saturday news post, this is perfect.

And yeah, I'm not gonna stop being salty about 10th Edition Codexes any time soon. So it will probably take something impressive to make me cheer a Codex reveal.

[mollywilcoxvo]

So, my RCCC experience today was waiting in line for a Taliesin Jaffe  autograph, and meeting a couple of interesting and kind humans waiting in line with me. When it came my turn, I wasn't sure what he'd say about it.

There's a lot of Critical Role characters wandering the con regularly, because they're just sort of... Well... There. They've kind of dominated the D&D scene. Not that this is a bad thing, it just is.

And here I am, in a Vampire character Cosplay of Carver from LA By Night - an anarch vampire who chose to turn a human rather than watch her die, not out of altruism, but because he knew she was capable of being someone who could potentially change the political world of Darkness. Not quite evil, but definitely not great.

So, I walk up, and he is still sort of getting his bearings from being photographed to all hell, and now in the autograph/selfie line... And he looks up and *really* gets a good look at me...

Taliesin (about my Carver Cosplay): Oh boy, oh man. OK, THAT'S cool. The hair...

Me: Yeah. He's honestly my favorite of your characters. And I got the necklace this morning to finish it off.

T: You - you know the meaning of the necklace, yes?

Me: Oh yes, yes indeed.

T: Cool, cool. Oh man that's... Wow.

Me: Oh, wait... Hold on... (I turn to show him the back of the jacket)

T: Holy. Wow, OK, yeah.

Me: yeah. I had to paint the back off season 4, because it was too perfect.

T: Man I loved That character. Dude, that. Yeah, wow. He was evil, I miss him...

Me: Thank you for everything you've done. It's weird, we actually have family history. My great uncle was George Heyes, who was a director/producer in Hollywood, and supposedly worked with George Axelrod at one point)

T: (scribbles down my gran-uncle's name, checking the spelling) Woah. OK. That is weird - I'm definitely going to look that information up. That's cool.

Me: Yeah it was that, and you, were part of my inspiration to go into voice acting.

T: Oh wow. Well, welcome - it's a weird gig. *chuckle*

It's interesting, because as much as he was gracious, and kind, thoughtful and lovely, I definitely appreciated the fact that  I wasn't even remotely in the same league as he and Anjali Bhimani.

A friend asked if Taliesin and I were going to hang out after and talk shop, and I had to laugh at the thought. I mean, sure, who wouldn't love to. But... I mean, if I had at least a couple of years in VO, I *might* ask if he was free to chat at some point to give me pointers... But I haven't even landed a single job.

I've only just barely scraped the surface of VO, and only had one voice teacher - Sonny Strait. And him telling me in a class that I had talent and he wanted me down in Dallas to record, isn't the same as actually getting a job.

Because of the panini, and a lack of funds, I couldn't go to Dallas and stake out Funimation and/or follow Sonny Strait around til he hired me as a background extra. So, I've had to go a different route as a storyteller. And, we don't have even a moderate following. I mean, it's not horrible, but it's definitely not up to CR or even By Night standards. We're just a little homegrown thing.

Being clear here - there is nothing wrong with being what we are. I'm incredibly proud of the work we've done, and the following we have - but it doesn't mean we have the chops of asking to hang with the big dogs.

And yes, I put people like Erika Iishi, Jesse Jerdak, Ginny D, and KP in that lineup as well. As much as I've appreciated the lovely and kind interactions I've had with them, they are well and beyond where I am in all of this. And that's OK. They've worked hard to earn where they are, and they've kept working every day for what they love to do.

I hope that if I end up getting to that level, I am able to remember that being kind is a free action, and is appreciated everywhere.

[gingerparker]

LIE WITH ME

Pairing: Teacher!Tom Holland x Teacher!Reader

Summary: Tom is single, has been for a while. Everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. His family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. So, out of frustration, he tells them he's gotten engaged! He's hasn't. He crosses his fingers that he'll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé.

Warnings: fluff, drinking, lots of dialogue, 18 + (minors look away!), innocence/inexperienced kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, mentions of a previous bad relationship, could be some errors sorry in advance!

Word count: 8.9k

A/N: So, this is my writing debut in this fandom! I'm excited about it!! This is part of @venomsilk 's valentine bingo, thank you for organising such a good writing experience and letting me be a part of it :) I chose: fake engagement, coworkers and innocence/inexperienced kink

Tom's already dreading answering his phone. His mother's name and her contact picture stare at him, it would probably start laughing at him if it could. Spring half-term holidays are coming up and every single Holland is expected back home- Tom is always expected with a partner. He's been single for too long by his family's standards, his secret flings, and one-night stands just won't do. With a sigh, he presses the green phone on his screen and brings the device up to his ear.

"Hi, mom" he smiles as he speaks in hopes that his reluctance to talk doesn't reach the other end of the line.

"Tommy! I wanted to confirm when you'd be making your way home for the break" his mother spoke in an excited tone. She is always happiest when all her boys are together. She brings out the old pictures, makes sure everyone's rooms are perfect and she even gets Tom's father to cook the boys' favourite meals with her.

"My class finishes at 2:20 tomorrow, I should be able to arrive at around 3:30" Tom looks around the teacher's lounge as he speaks. Only one of the math teachers is in the room with him. She seems completely drowning in papers which he can only assume are exams in need of correcting and grading. The great thing about being a gym teacher, barely ever having to correct and grade paper essays.

"That's good, that means every Holland should be here by quarter past four" Tom can feel the question coming, he senses it. "Should we be expecting anyone else this year? A last-minute reveal of any sorts?" she questions hopefully.

"Mom-

"You're not getting any younger dear! I'm getting worried!" his mothers scolds him through the phone.

"I'm still young!" Tom lifts his head as if to show off his youthful features, not that anyone is looking; the math teacher is unbothered and probably unaware of his phone call.

"You are but your father and I are impatient... We'd love grandchildren and for you to find love" his mother knows nothing of his countless flings and string of one-night stands. She wouldn't be impressed.

"Well, mom, you and dad will-" and then you walked in.

You had a cafeteria tray with today's lunch on it. It seemed to be some sort of pasta with a side of steamed vegetables, a pudding, and a juice box. Nothing special but does the job. Tom looks you up and down, stopping at the shiny rings that adorn your fingers, as you sit in front of him with a smile, he smiles back as an idea forms in his mind. A great idea, a brilliant one. He holds up a finger and points at his phone before standing up and walking out of the lounge, he sees you smile again and give him a thumbs-up before he walks out.

"Tom? Are you still there?" he hears his mom's voice in his ear and snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry"

"What were you saying?" the hopefulness is back in her voice. Oh, how his plan will work perfectly.

"I was just about to say to get another chair ready around the table!" he leans on the wall as he speaks. He hears his mother gasp and her telling his father.

"You have someone? Tommy this isn't a joke, right??" she rushes to speak as if taking too long would cancel out what he'd said.

"It’s not" he looks ahead and sees the poster for the upcoming school play, a boy is kneeling in front of another with a ring in his hand. That's when Toms's plan gets even better. Forms itself into something worthy of a movie, his family won't believe this! "I got engaged just after New Year"

He hears an even louder gasp from his mother and a call of his father's name, she's probably telling him to come and join the call.

"You're engaged? To who? Thomas Holland, you didn't even tell us you were in a relationship" that's his father's voice that now reaches his ear.

"Well, you'll have to wait and see her on Friday, won't you?" this plan is going beautifully, Tom's best one in a while for sure.

"Oh, I can't wait... we'll have the best dishware out! I'll even get that fancy cereal you all love so much" his mother's voice is dripping in excitement he can practically see her large smile.

"You do that mom. I have to go now, see you two on Friday" Tom's plan is already going flawlessly, he's proud of himself.

"Bye Tommy, we love you," his mom says before hanging up. Tom pumps his fist up in the air in victory. Finally! His family will stop asking him about his barely existing love life. And all he had to do was lie a little, oh what a perfect plan. All thanks to the jewellery you always wear and the school play, he’ll have to thank you with a gift. Maybe some flowers or even a cafeteria pass that would allow you to never pay for a meal for the rest of the school year.

He walks back into the lounge and joins you again. You’ve eaten the pasta, but the vegetables have been left to the side, though there is half a carrot gone so he guesses they weren’t very good. You’re sipping the plastic straw of your juice box as you scroll downwards on your laptop. When Tom shakes the table slightly as he sits, you look up at him and smile again.

“What’s got you so giddy, Mr. Holland?” you laugh. Tom is practically exploding with pride, with excitement and with relief.

“I’ve finally conquered the beast that is my love life” He shrugs as he grabs his meal out of his bag. He has leftovers from the night before as he can never seem to understand how to cook for a single person. Your eyebrows raise and you push your laptop aside. Tom barely ever speaks up on his love life, so this is a big piece of gossip he’s given you. Last you hear was about a booty call he cut off after seeing her “four times too many”, his words not yours.

“Do tell” you urge him.

“Believe it or not but I’ve gotten engaged” he smiles in triumph. Who knew his plans could ever work this flawlessly? That’s when your jaw drops. Tom Holland? The gym teacher at the school you teach at? A known flirt and lover of not having a single string attached to him. That Tom Holland? Engaged??

“Lies,” you say through a gasp, “To who?”

“No one”

“Tom! Come on who? I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me…” you cross your arms and lean back in your chair.

You and Tom have been working at the same school for over 5 years now and have been close ever since his first day. He had been called to be the substitute teacher for a few gym classes after the original teacher had gotten pregnant. He had been signed on for the rest of the school year, about 6 months. He’d gotten lost on his first day. Instead of making it to the teachers' lounge, he had found your classroom. You had just ended a class and were waiting for the students to pack away their instruments when he came in. Ever since then you two had become close friends, you even made sure to see each other out of work hours. The original gym teacher had decided to become a stay-at-home mom, her wife was an incredibly successful surgeon. So, Tom was offered a permanent contract which he very gratefully accepted.

“No really, (Y/N), I’m engaged to no one” his smile turned into a smirk, his plan had even worked on you. Your reaction just proved to him how incredibly amazing his idea was, he mentally high fives himself.

“You’ve lost me, Tom, did one of the students throw a ball at your head again? Is this you with a concussion?” your face twisted in confusion.

“No. I’ve just finally gotten away with being a bachelor to my parents” he waved his right hand around before taking a bite of his food. Your expression didn’t change so he chewed quickly to keep explaining. “I may have lied and told my parents I’m engaged to make them stop asking about when I’m going to settle down” he chuckled before taking another bite.

“Aren’t you going back home to see them for the break?” you squint at him as you think you’ve found a flaw in whatever he has planned.

“Yes, going to stay there till the 20th,” he says through a large mouthful. Charming.

“Are they expecting to see this imaginary fiancé of yours?” you lean forward and tilt your head. Tom senses that something isn’t right, did he make a flawed plan?

“Yes, I told them to get another chair ready around the table. What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” he seems to pout a little when he ends his sentence. In any other situation, you’d coo and poke his protruding bottom lip but you don’t even glance at it now.

“Tom, who are you going to bring? Who is going to play the role of your soon to be wife?”

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Yeah, his plan was shit. Why did he think he could just lie to his parents like that? They were now expecting an actual woman to walk into his childhood home with him. The future Mrs Holland. The one with who he would have children and the person with who he would share a home. His parents would probably not believe that his fiancé has invisibility power… So basically, he's fucked. How is he going to convince anyone to play the part of the love of his life? Maybe it's time he came clean to his family.

They'll be heartbroken, understandably so. Toms' fabulous plan was anything but good. Y/N helped him see that. You've always been the voice of reason between them. The one to calculate the next move, to think things through and make sure everything goes correctly. One of the best teachers in the school, Tom’s closet friend -maybe don't tell Harrison this… you'd never lie about this to your close ones without having a fake spouse to be ready to go. You'd nail a fake engagement; everyone would believe you. Maybe you should be the drama teacher!

“I'm so screwed” Tom sighs as he walks into his flat. He can hear Tessa frantically making her way to the entrance to greet him. He smiles and hurries to take his boots off. His dog does tend to tackle him with love. She runs to him, immediately jumping into his awaiting arms. “Did you miss me, baby?” he coos squeezing her to him. If shit is happening in his life, Tom knows that Tessa will always be there to cheer him up.

He makes his way to his cramped kitchen, after all, tea always gets his creative juices flowing. His kettle is ancient, he thinks so anyway, he got it at a second-hand store but imagines it’s been in at least 5 other households before it got to him. It was pretty much given to him for free, so he has no real complaints about it. “It’s got character” is what you had said when you visited his flat for the first time 5 years ago.

It was raining cats and dogs, your coat was ripped after getting it stuck on a doorknob as you practically ran out of your flat that morning and your phone was completely out of battery. You were having a horrible day. Classes were done and you were about to run, run as fast as you possibly could to the nearest underground entrance. You crossed your fingers hoping- praying that your barely existent coat would help save your bag full of your students' music sheets. What could go wrong now?

“Y/N? Do you need a ride home?” Thomas Holland; gym rat, amazing teacher, heartthrob. Now you could add ”the kindest person you know” to that list.

He took you home for you to realise you didn’t have your keys. You had texted your roommate and she answered saying that she would only be back in two hours. So, Tom proved himself to be your new favourite person by inviting you over to his place and to wait it out there.

When you got yourself seated on his… vintage floral couch he offered you some tea and waved his kettle excitedly.

“Wow, that kettle has seen things! It’s got character I like it”

Oh… OH! How could he have not seen this? You were quite literally in front of his eyes all along! You would make the perfect fake fiancé. Friendly, smart, gorgeous and his family already knows you so it would be believable enough. With his cup full of tea, he leans on his counter and video calls you.

“Hi Tommy” Your voice cracks through his phone speaker as your face comes into view. He may love getting furniture and cooking utensils from thrift shops or Facebook marketplace, but he doesn’t cheap out on technology. His phone is the latest release and he's got a huge TV mounted on his wall. He tells people it’s because he needs the best tech to stay in shape, but he just wants to be able to watch superhero movies in the best quality. Such good quality that he could imagine himself as Spiderman in some of the scenes. Nerd.

“Hey Y/N, what are you up to?” he takes a slow sip of his tea, how should he ask you this favour? He doesn’t think you'll need that much convincing, so he's not worried about finding a plan b.

“Just left the mall, I could not decide on an outfit for tonight, so I just went a bought on” You lifted the bag that was in your hand to show Tom.

“What’s tonight?” he put his cup down with furrowed brows. “Hot date?”

“Yeah, with the entire faculty!” you laughed “Do you not remember? Tonight is the teacher meeting or party as some call it”

“That’s tonight? Fuck, I forgot” Tom groans. Faculty parties, an excuse to get drunk for some and a chance to hook up for others. Tom has done both. Not his best ideas, especially not when he slept with Michelle Rioux, a lunch lady, she got only a little obsessive, and Tom had to date her for a bit. She ended up moving away for a better job, he really didn’t know how he was going to get out of that relationship at first.

“Figures. You have to go, Thomas! You can’t leave me alone, I won’t get through the night all on my own” You seem to be walking, probably to your car with a cold expression on your face. You don’t want to be abandoned by Tom.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll go. Only because the drinks are free” he chugs the rest of his tea and makes his way to his bedroom. “It’s at 7, right?”

“Yup! At the usual pub, so you better start getting ready, you love dolling yourself up” you laughed as you got into your car. Tom laughed with you as he looked through his closet. “Help me choose an outfit?” he asks without looking at his phone.

“Of course, do you have any dark green? Like emerald?” you asked him. Tom hummed and put his phone down as he dug deeper.

“Why emerald?”

“So we can match obviously” your toned suggested that it was the most obvious thing. How could he not have understood that from the start? You had to be matching. Tom smiled at what you said, it seemed so domestic, so couple-y but it didn’t worry him. He knows how much of a sucker you are about matching your outfits together and he's never been able to say no to you.

“I have this, think Haz gave it to me” he pulls out a deep green silky shirt. He can’t recall ever wearing it before. He hears you go “Ooh” through his phone before you answer him.

“That’s perfect! It would look amazing with those sort of kaki plaid pants you have. You know the ones I’m talking about” Your face is so close to your screen; you want to see up close how this outfit forms.

“Mh yeah, it’s cold so I’ll wear my beige coat and my signature boots” he takes the pants you described from his wardrobe and laid them on his bed so you can judge the entire look.

“I’ve outdone myself with this one Tommy! Can’t wait to see you in it” you wink when he looks at you after flipping his camera back to his face. He smiles again and winks back.

“Think I can find my future fake fiancé in this?” he grabs a belt and some socks so he can have everything he needs out.

“Mh, only if you leave a few buttons undone. Then you might even have me at your feet” you fan yourself dramatically as you chuckle. Tom blushes at your comment and shakes his head.

“I’ll see you there love, we both have some dolling up to do”

It’s only after he hangs up that he realises he didn't ask you to take part in his failed plan to convince his family… he’ll have to find an opportunity sometime tonight.

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It’s now 9:47, you and your coworkers have passed the term tipsy. You all sit at the same table laughing and talking louder than you probably should. Tom is sitting next to you; he has a pint in one hand, and his other arm rests on the back of your chair. You’re warm, too warm, but you can’t pinpoint if it's because of the alcohol or because of the arm that keeps grazing your back. So far no one has started making out or ran off to the bathroom for a quick fuck, so tonight is a pretty good night. There shouldn’t be any awkwardness in the teacher's lounge tomorrow. The first-grade teacher, Holly Kan, gasped loudly after downing her strawberry daiquiri in one go.

“We should play a game!” she announces as she ties her hair up into a ponytail, she must mean business. As soon as she hears a few people accept her proposal, including you and Tom, she smirks. “Never have I ever with my favourite brandy,” she asks the bartender for an entire bottle of brandy, but he doesn’t give it to her. She goes up to him, flirts a little, and comes back with the bottle held up high.

“Who goes first then?” Tom asks, he lifts his head a little to speak to Holly, almost as if looking straight ahead is impossible with the sombre lighting in the pub and the alcohol in his system. Whoever decided to do this gathering on a Thursday did not think it through.

“Well, you can Mr. Holland!” She pours everyone a shot and settles back into her chair. Tom sighs, throws his head back and strokes his chin with the hand that was holding his beer.

“Never have I ever… stolen someone's lunch from the fridge in the lounge” 6 out of 11 of the people in your group drink. Tom looks at you from the corner of his eye and scoffs. “Better drink up Ms. L/N, I’ve seen you take mine”

“I have never done such a thing!” you gasp, putting a hand to your chest as you stare him down. He only lifts one of his eyebrows as a response. You both know that you’ve taken his meal more than once, he’s a good cook and sometimes you don’t want to risk it with cafeteria food.

“Sure, whatever you say,” he says right before pinching the skin at the back of your arm. You swat his hand away and lean forward, this way he might not pinch you again. A few more people go before it's your turn.

You think about an act you've never done that others could have for a second. You look at Tom, trying to inspire yourself with his face or his soft-looking hair or his firm pecks -they peak out of his shirt, tempting you almost. When you lock eyes with him again you smirk.

“Never have I ever gotten a drunken tattoo of Pac-man on my inner thigh” you snicker your way through your sentence. Your eyes never leave Toms face, allowing you to see his stoic expression change into one of shock and annoyance. Your coworkers join you in making fun of Tom as he downs the shot Holly had filled up again.

“You're a pain in the ass” he shakes his head at you. “Thought I could trust you with that secret” he teases you filling up his shot glass again.

It's Holly's turn after yours. She seems in deep thought before finding something to share. Something you wish she had never chosen to say.

“Never have I ever had someone besides myself give me an orgasm” she laughs as she looks at everyone drink but then her eyes fall on your still full shot glass. “Y/N?? I’m waiting till marriage what’s your excuse?” her eyes are wide as if waiting for you to drink. You shrug looking down at your hands.

“Wow wow, weren’t you in a relationship with your high school boyfriend till like a year ago?” Mr. Carwilde, a history teacher, exclaims from the other end of the table. His wife, Ms. Carwilde the after-school activity organiser, slaps his arm.

“I was yes” you sigh not looking up. You feel Tom gently tap your arm, signalling for you to look at him. His face reads confusion. Mouth wide open, brows knit together as his eyes shift to every part of your face.

“He never made you cum?” Tom whispers his question probably wanting to avoid letting the other hear but it’s no use everyone is silent waiting for your answer.

“He was an incredibly selfish lover, I always had to finish myself off” you look away from Tom awkwardly, his gaze too piercing. “I haven’t been with anyone since him, sex seems pointless and sort of unappealing really” you take a sip of your iced water, maybe your body heat will go back down to normal if you drink enough of it.

No one says a thing. Complete silence overtakes the table, only the other guests are heard and the mixing of drinks behind the bar. Tom gently takes your hand dragging you away from the group. He makes sure to grab both your jackets before bringing you outside. The fresh air immediately cools you down, sobers you up a little as well. He gently drapes your coat around you before putting his own on. The streetlight next to you makes him look good. Too good. No one should look that good when piss drunk under a yellowish light.

“Thanks,” you say as you lean on the brink wall behind you.

“No need to thank me, I figured you needed to get out of there” he shrugs walking in front of you. Maybe to shield you from the outside, after such humiliation you, naturally, don’t want to be looked at by anyone.

“Yeah, didn’t think I would ever admit to that, I'm drunker than I thought” you let out a dry laugh, “at least everyone knows that Zayne is an asshole in bed” you look up and meet Toms’ eyes. He seems conflicted.

“He never got you to finish? You two were together for so long” he rests a hand on your shoulder, grounding you. You appreciate the gesture, but it reeks of pity, so you shrug him off.

“As a teen, I didn’t care, figured he would learn. Then we got… comfortable in our relationship and I didn’t dare break it up or even speak to him about it. I was scared I wouldn’t find better. So, I stayed with him even if he was horrible in bed. He only cared about himself, never even ate me out” you scoff as you remember it all.

“What?? He’s crazy, that’s one of my fucking favourite things to do. It’s addicting” he throws his hands up in the air and paces in front of you. You smile at his reaction, no one else would be so offended about this than him. “So, you have never been eaten out, ever?” he’s in a state of shock as you shake your head. You? His Y/N? Never had someone do that to you? “Did he ever ask you to suck him off?” you nod. Now Tom looks pained as if he’s just received the worse news of his life. “What an asshole” he mutters ruffling his curls out of his face.

“It is what it is I guess…” you put your arms into your sleeves and check your phone; it’s now close to midnight. You call yourself a taxi and offer to get one for Tom as well, but he declines. His flat is only a few streets down, so he wants to enjoy the fresh air.

Tom looks at you. Really looks at you. He sees the sad expression on your face, the way you stand straight trying to hide it, he looks at your body or at least what he can make out of it as a lot of it is in your jacket. He knows you’re pretty, gorgeous. When he first was hired, he tried to get in your pants more than once before you told him you had a long-term boyfriend, Zayne (the orgasm withholder). He stopped his advances as soon as you told him but that didn’t stop him from admiring you. You were always so kind to him and always made sure he knew where he was going in the school after his first day. Now, you’re single and still completely his type. Maybe you two could work something out…

“Y/N,” he says your name sweetly like it’s his favourite word. You look at him once again and tilt your head in questioning. “Feel free to slap me”

“Slap you? Why would I do that” you giggled as you look at him.

“I’m going to propose something weird here, so I’m giving you permission” he makes his way to you again and you now make out the determination on his face. You nod, letting him know to keep going.

“I need a fiancé to bring home tomorrow” he starts, and you nod again “and you have never had good sex” he adds. You start connecting his thoughts and your jaw drops. “So how about we make a deal” he shuts his eyes, anticipating a hit but you’re frozen in your spot. The gears in your head turn rapidly. What do you even want to think of this?

You’ve always thought of Tom as an attractive man, fluffy hair, bright eyes, a kind smile, and a mouth-watering physique. Anyone would jump at the opportunity to get into bed with him, so, his proposal isn’t the craziest. But what do you think of it? An orgasm would be amazing… wouldn’t your friendship suffer from such a huge shift in your dynamic. Yes, you flirt with each other constantly but that’s not the same as letting him get his mouth on you, is it?

Tom peeks one eye open reading your expression. It’s unreadable so he decides to open both of his eyes and wait. Wait for any kind of reaction from you. You look into his eyes and start to speak. Before you can even get a syllable out, you’re interrupted by harsh honking. You look over Toms’ shoulder and see a taxi waiting for you.

“Um, bye” you manage to say before rushing away. Tom turns around to watch you go before calling your name causing you to stop just before sitting in the car.

“I’ll take over all of your recess and detention duties for the rest of the year” he bargains something else. Something that shocks both of you a lot less. ��Lying to them with you will be easier” You let out a breath and nod.

“Okay, see you tomorrow after class, fiancé”

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You stand outside of the Holland household, Toms’ hand in yours with a fancy ring you bought yourself a few years ago on your ring finger. You and Tom spent the entirety of your lunch break picking the intricate details of your love life. Any question his family would throw at you, you’d both be ready. He looks at you one last time before knocking on the door. Even if it’s his childhood home he figures it’s best to knock, maybe it’ll give you a few more seconds to get mentally ready.

As soon as the door is yanked open Tom smiles seeing his mother. He steps into the house dragging you inside with him. Your hands clasped together. Nikki looks you over and smiles immediately nodding at Tom. You aren’t too sure what to make of that look, but you don’t let it get to you.

“Hi again Y/N, it’s so nice to see you after so long!” she hugs you tightly.

“Thank you for having me Nikki” you smiled at her as she pulls away. You take off your boots and your coat as she hugs Tom.

“Can’t believe you two kept this a secret from us! We have been rooting for you two since Tom first introduce you” she shakes her head in disbelief, taking your left hand into her own. “Oh, Tom this ring is gorgeous, you picked a good one” Tom isn’t sure if she’s only talking about the ring.

“Had her friend help me out” he grins as the three of you make your way to the living room. You already see four more heads sitting on the couch ready to be introduced.

“Boys look who it is!” Nikki says excitedly walking towards them. She gestures towards the two of you when she’s in front of them. All four of them turn around in a synchronised motion. Harry gasps when he sees who’s hanging off his brothers’ arm.

“You owe me 20 pounds Sam!” he cheers nudging his twin with his foot. Sam groans and waves the other off.

“So, everyone this is Y/F/N, my fiancé” Tom smiles widely and hugs you to his side. Everyone greats you, they all have a shared gleam in their eyes. Some sort of hope. You great all of them back answering their questions before you are dragged to the couch between Nikki and Dom. She had prepared the coffee table for Tom and his partner arrival. Many family picture books and art projects -you can only presume they were all made by a younger Tom- are stacked on the wood and are ready to be looked through.

“Please don’t embarrass me too much, I still have to look somewhat cool to her” he groans as he sits down directly in front of you on a footrest. His brothers laugh at him as their mother instantly goes for the pictures of Tom terrified at a theme park. He’s in tears in every picture, Nikki explains that he had a slight fear of mascots and kept getting shocked. He still had fun but only on the rides and he’d burst into tears as soon as they were back on the ground. You laughed as you looked through each album with his family. They all gave more details behind each picture, even Tom shared some embarrassing stories about himself. Your cheeks were in pain as you hadn’t stopped smiling. You looked at trips, first school day, pool days, graduation, athletic competitions and so many moments of Toms’ life that you didn’t know about before tonight.

Tom was looking at you interact with his family. The most important people in his life. You seemed to fit right in with them with such ease as if you always should have been there. Laughing at pictures of him giving himself bubble beards during bath time or cooing at his first Halloween costume, a banana onesie. It should scare him. How much he likes seeing you there, having brought you with him. He’s never been the type to bring a girl home, he doesn’t do that. So, even if fake, having you here and him being so okay with it is a sort of revelation to him. Maybe no other girl had been worthy of the spot you sit in right now, between his parents. Maybe he’s found someone he could keep breaking his boundaries with.

A little later you all ate dinner together. Sharing more stories and anecdotes. You were getting more questions about your relationship, so you were very glad that you and Tom had taken the time to figure these things out.

“I’m glad it’s you Y/N, Tom has been enamoured with you for so long now. He talked about you all the time, I’m happy he gets to be with you now” Dom speaks with a gentle expression on his face. He’s pleased to see this relationship has bloomed well, that his son is with someone good. You don’t let the shock you feel show as you.

Tom enamoured with you… The man that doesn’t do anything more than hookups and very short flings? What his father said sounds like he’s been having emotions or at least that you've been stuck in his head for a while now… You knew that in the beginning he wanted to do you, that was no secret, but you thought it didn’t get any further than that, how could it have? You look at Tom hoping to get something from him but he’s not looking at you.

“My dad is exaggerating… I talked about you a normal amount” he brushes it out coolly taking a bite of his steak. You smile tightly taking a sip of the drink Nikki gave you. This new tension between you and Tom is invisible to his parents and his brothers but you both can feel it crash over you suddenly. You’re reminded of the feeling you had when he had offered to make you orgasm. The rush of different emotions, clammy hands, a speeding heart and being unable to formulate a coherent thought.

“Have you two had any thoughts about what you want the wedding to look like? Where do you want to go on your honeymoon or even baby names?” Nikki asks excitedly looking at the both of you.

“Um, we haven’t really thought about any of that just yet” Tom scratches the back of his neck before stuffing his mouth full of food, avoiding being questioned again. Nikki rolls her eyes and looks directly at you.

“What about you, dear? Anything you want?” she clasped her hands together and leans on them. Her eyes are kind, but they want answers. She has been waiting for this moment forever now.

“I mean… I’d like an outdoor wedding probably near a castle or palace of sorts just for the pictures. I don’t want something too big, but I want all our families present and our closest friends. I know Tom loves the outdoors and hiking so maybe Iceland for our honeymoon, we could see some aurora borealis. For kids, I’m not sure. I want 2 or 3 maybe… names I don’t have anything right now so, yeah” You finish your glass after sharing your thoughts. Marriage and such had been something you’d looked at before. Being with Zayne for so long, that was the next logical step at one point. You’re glad it didn’t get to that though.

Tom smiles when he realised you’d included him in this plan. Even if it was fake, he liked that you’d thought of him and his interests for a honeymoon, Iceland would probably be amazing with you.

“That sounds lovely, darling,” he said kissing your temple gently.

Tom leads you to his bedroom after you have all had dessert, he carries both your bags. He stops in front of what you assume is his bedroom door and you open it, letting him go in first. He sets the bags on the floor next to his bed. The room is cosy, he's clearly changed it since his years of living with his parents. There's nothing really in it that screams teenage Tom, no superhero decor, no video game console or even half-naked girls hung up on his walls. He had shown you pictures of himself in high school, some showcased those glorious pictures. He claimed they were “accidentally” exposed.

“So what do think of the Hollands?” he asks you as he throws himself backwards onto his bed. His eyes are closed and his arms are thrown up above his head.

“Just as nice as the last time I saw them” you sit next to him, you contemplate laying down next to him but it might be too intimate. Too intimate might just scare him off. He nods with a grin.

“They seem to like you enough, think they believe it all” he leans up on his forearms and looks at you. You turn your body towards him. His curls are pushed back, eyes lidded with exhaustion and a tight turtleneck framing his athletic build. He’s not wearing anything too crazy, it's an outfit he's worn countless times before but fuck. He is dangerously attractive. So dangerous you're close to being trapped, tangled with him in ways you'd never thought you'd be with him. Well, at least not really… Ok yes, maybe you'd thought about it once or twice. Or a few hundred times before. He's hot ok!?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he's now sitting, body leaning towards your own. Your breath hitches but at the same time it gets quicker. His face is inches away from your own. You could count his lashes if you wanted to.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me alive” his smile ever so slowly forms into a smirk. You meet his eyes rapidly when you notice they'd been stuck on his lips. Hypnotising.

“Maybe… maybe I should take the floor” you mumble, placing a hand on his shoulder and lightly pushing. He doesn't budge nor even a little.

“Nonsense, we'll share the bed, fiancé. Thank my parents for buying me a queen size bed in high school” he places a hand just above your knee and pushes himself up, back onto his feet. “I'll have a quick shower, I'd offer for you to join but I’m betting my mom will be in here any second now” he winks and leaves his bedroom. The door shuts softly behind him.

You breathe in and out slowly before letting yourself collapse onto his maroon linens. Dangerous.

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Tom and you do end up sharing the bed but there was no more… tension? At least not the same kind that happened before he got washed, not the kind that had you clenching your thighs together when he walked back into his room with a towel low on his hips. Definitely not the kind that made you feel slightly ashamed when his mother peeked her head in to say goodnight. But then again you liked that kind of tension.

It's early in the morning. The sun peeks through Toms window, illuminating his bedroom in a soft yellow glow. Tom is still sleeping with a gaping mouth that occasionally lets out soft snores, charming really. You're scrolling through your phone, liking a few pictures as you go. You keep getting distracted, Tom twitches a little in his slumber. Not much, it's almost as if to remind you he's laying there, right next to you. He did once tell you he liked cuddling well mainly with Tessa but still. Maybe he's trying to hold onto something.

You put your phone back on the bedside table and lay down facing him. You're, once again, close enough to count his lashes. You don't but you could. He twitches again and it makes him close his mouth harshly, maybe he's dreaming?

You notice that his forehead is damp, oh so too warm. You pull the covers away from him gently, revealing the rest of his body. He had said that he usually sleeps in his underwear but stayed fully clothes for the sake of sharing a bed so that might be why he's overheating. When his body is out of the blanket you look him up and down, your eyes quickly snapping back to his face.

That's why he's been twitching so much?? Seeing Tom Hollands morning wood, even covered by his clothes, was not something you were ever expecting to see. In your dreams maybe but in reality, so close to you? Never.

You could try and get out of the bed but that would risk him waking up and seeing how flustered you are. So staying right where you are is the best option, at least for now. You carefully grab your phone again and try distracting yourself with anything you scroll upon. Cat videos, cooking recipes, DIY tips, anything! But then you're seeing one of Tom's posts, him at the gym. Nothing unusual, he loves showing off. He even has an account for children workouts, he lets his students follow that one. This one though it's private, only for the people he chooses to let in. You're there and able to see every single picture of his active lifestyle.

Your eyes drift back to him, to his crotch. You feel dirty looking at him like this but it's so difficult to look away. Mr Holland… What a sexy sexy man. You suck in a breath and move closer to him, not necessarily to wake him up or to start anything. You can feel his body heat this way, he's truly overheating. As you shift into a comfortable position, your phone slips from your grasp and down between the wall and the bed onto the floor. It clatters loudly, startling Tom awake.

His eyes snap open and he takes in a sharp breath. He turns on his back as he rubs his face. His eyes blink a few times before he looks at you. He smiles tiredly, wraps his arms around you and shuffles closer to you. You're pressed to his side; head on his chest and the rest of your body stuck to his.

“Morning, love” he croaks out before clearing his throat.

“Hi” you answer him. You make sure your hands are kept to yourself and that your eyes don't drift down. It would be embarrassing getting caught having a staredown with the bulge in his pants.

“Did u sleep well?” you ask him trying to distract yourself.

“Yeah, think I ran a bit warm though” his free hand travels to the base of his shirt fanning himself a little. You're not sure if he's purposefully choosing to ignore his dick or if he's still stuck in a half awake haze. You made an affirming sound still looking away, you will not look down, you will not look down, you will n- why are you looking down?

Tom's hand is resting on his stomach, moving in slow circles seemingly giving himself some belly rubs. Would be cute if it wasn't for well that. He shifts his body a little and then stretches his legs out. When you feel his entire body stiffen you think he's finally felt the situation happening in his pants.

“Shit, shit I'm sorry Y/N” he lets go of your body moving away from you, probably wanting to get up and far away.

At first, you let him. He's almost out of the bed when your mind drifts to when you agreed to this. When he's suggested trying to give you an orgasm. You think about what his first offer was and how it made you feel. You grab his wrist and tug. He stumbles back into a sitting position and stares at you. You gulp as you sit up, his wrist still held tightly in your hand.

“Do you, um, remember what the first thing you offered me was?” you don’t dare look up. You're terrified of what he might say or of what his face may look like.

“You mean the night of the faculty party?” his voice is low but you can't hear any disgust so you look up at him. His eyes are stuck on you, chest going up and down rapidly. You nod, your voice stuck in your throat.

“Maybe… maybe you could show me what good sex feels like” you're surprised at how strong your gaze is, it doesn't even waver and stays locked with Toms. His is piercing, analytic.

“Yeah?” his body is slowly getting closer to yours, moving with practised ease.

“Yeah” you nod again tugging him towards you.

He looks at your lips and back up to your eyes. He searches for resistance, hesitation, he doesn't want to do this unless you absolutely want to. When all he finds is determination, the hand you aren't holding goes up to your neck. His face is practically on yours, he's so close, not close enough. You tug him forwards again and press your lips to his.

Addictive, sensual, dangerous. Tom's lips move against yours roughly, like he's trying to meld the both of you together. Your breaths are loud between kisses but there's never a long moment before you meet again. You let go of his wrist and immediately start tugging at the base of his shirt. He takes it off but doesn't waste a second to reconnect your lips. His hands wander your body they go onto your cheeks, your waist, your ass, anywhere he can reach.

Your mind can't think it can only chant “Tom” over and over again. It's like he's taken over every single part of you, your body heats with want with need. Your lips already feel blissfully numb it's the kind of feeling that lingers.

Your hands travel his naked chest, reach around to his back pulling him closer so his front is pressed to your own. You break away from him to slip your shirt off, freeing your upper body and allowing Tom to see your bare chest. He sucks a breath in through his teeth and brings one of his hands up.

“You're so hot” he mumbles as he leans down to take your nipple in his mouth. He licks it before wrapping his lips around it and sucks, your other breast isn't left unattended for long as he takes it in his free hand. The moan you let out surprises you, not used to getting this kind of attention.

“Tom” your voice is airy, quiet. You push him away, allowing yourself to lay down and get comfortable against the pillows you were both sleeping on just a few moments ago. Tom smirks but he doesn't join you. Instead, he stands up making your brows furrow in confusion. Before you can ask what he's up to, his pyjama pants are off and he's left standing in his boxers. Your eyes lift to his wanting to avoid direct eye contact with his cock. Your heart races and you feel warm all over so you decide to follow Tom's lead, removing your pants. You're left in your soaked underwear. His knees almost buckled as he looks at you, looks at all you're letting him see.

“So fucking pretty, love” he crawls on top of you with lidded eyes. “Gonna be so good to you, I'll make you feel things you never even knew possible” he kisses you softly before starting to trail them along your jaw and down your neck. A full-body shudder makes its way through you as Tom makes his way down your frame. Your hands tangle in the sheets below you and your eyes never leave him. You watch his every move as you pant softly, anticipation coursing through you.

“You're so responsive… it's incredibly arousing” Tom mumbles against the skin of your inner thighs. He pressed his soft lips to them before sucking, taking the skin between his teeth for only a second the feeling goes straight to your core. Heating up your already warm cunt. You're so wet, your dark panties probably don't show it but you can feel it.

“Take them off” you beg between pants. You're already so overwhelmed and he hasn't even touched your core.

“You're going to fall apart so quickly, darling,” he says or more so affirms. You both know his words are true. Your first orgasm that wasn't from your own hand or helped along with some toys is, hopefully, happening soon.

“Let me teach you all the ways you can feel” he adds as he takes hold of your panties and drags them down your legs until he can toss them away.

Your folds glisten with wetness, pent up arousal leaking from you. Tom groans at the sight, a deep throaty sound that almost makes your back arch of the bed.

“Please, just do it” you whine softly, reminding yourself that you aren't alone in this house. Your left-hand lets go of the sheets to tangle itself in Toms curls, desperately tugging him forward.

He doesn't waste any time, connecting with your cunt sloppily. His tongue makes quick work of locating and licking your clit. He circles it, alternating between that and lapping at you with a flat tongue. You feel his hands go up and down your legs, slowly getting closer to where Tom works.

He leans down and starts thrusting his wet member in and out of you. It's so wet, so messy, so good. Your moans are most likely too loud for what they should be in this setting but you don't care. You've never felt this good and you make sure to tell Tom. Not that he needs the ego boost.

He takes his face away, wet from his nose to his chin, clearly enjoying himself.

“You like that, doll?” he presses a soft kiss to your mound, you shiver almost violently letting out a whimper. “Want to come on my face? Feel something you've never felt before, huh?” his hands finally meet your folds.

He looks down at you as he parts them, rubbing them all along your lips; teasing your entrance. Your back lifts and Tom snakes a hand in the space between his bed and you, holding you at that angle.

He pushes his fingers into you slowly, leans back down; savouring your taste once more. His thrusting makes you squirm, you have never been touched so gently yet so full of purpose. Even if Tom is pushing his fingers in and out of you at a laboured pace, he keeps reminding you to stay here, with him. Not to get too lost in your head, he wants to see everything you feel, everything you're thinking about. His mouth connects with your wet folds again, stimulating your sensitive bud as he's entering you. Your pelvis rocks back and forth helping yourself along.

“Fuck, don’t stop, please!” you choke out. Your moans keep getting louder and more desperate, you’ll wake the whole household at this point, so you let go of Tom's hair and cover your mouth. Hopefully, you’re able to muffle the sounds that leave your mouth. Tom hums against you, pressing his face forward to get more of you on his tongue. His hand never stops moving, his digits rubbing at your walls rapidly. He must sense you getting tighter as you get more desperate the closer you get to falling apart completely.

“You’re so close, Y/N. Cum for me, only for me” he insists against you.

Your eyes roll back as your thighs quiver around Tom's head. His face buried in you not stopping for a second his lapping or the thrusts he does with fingers. Your back is arched off the bed and your muscles are stiff. It courses through you, making tears drip down your face and eager whimpers slip through the barrier you’re creating on your mouth.

Suddenly you fall limp. All tension gone from your body leaving you in a sedated cloud of pleasure. Your breath is irregular and heavy as if each inhales and exhales demand incredible amounts of energy.

Tom gets up from the bed and quickly walks out of his bedroom to the bathroom to get a damp rag and to rinse off the wetness you leftover on his face. He’s back before you can even register he was gone and he takes care of you. You look at him through your lashes and a dopey smile forms as you lock eyes with him.

“Should have accepted your first offer” you mutter when he helps you slip your loose pyjama shirt back on. He laughs softly and sits down next to your limp body. That’s when you realise the hard bulge still present in his underwear. The reason as to why this even happened.

“So want me to suck you off? Return the favour?” you ask him with a cheeky smirk. He shakes his head, he can see that you’re seconds away from falling into an intense orgasm slumber.

“Not now, darling. Maybe I’ll take up on that later though, when you can sit up on your own” he winks just before your eyes fall shut.

“Mh can’t wait” sleep takes over you and Tom runs off to the bathroom.

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tada

[urdgealesisbaby]

Hii!! I would love to request for a shy reader how would them react if reader is insecure about herself and thinks she has an horrible body (too much breast,and hips and a little of tummy)

The request would be for Guren,Shinya ,Crowley and Kureto

Thank you :3

Hi,hi,hii!!

I'm in a very good mood today idk why but yeah let's go with it xD🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🌹

Loving these requests because they have a kind of dynamic I like,I find myself in them in a kinda way.I tried my best to be canonical but since I m feeling sometimes like the reader I added some thingies that I would have wanted to hear in those periods that I was harsh at myself! 🎶

✨Guren,Shinya ,Crowley and Kureto with a s/o that is insecure and thinks they have a horrible body✨

✨Guren Ichinose✨

-he..yeah..he resembles this gif

-he is kinda disappointed at you,like are you blind or something?

-like he does not know where you get those opinions from?!??!you are straight up perfect to him at in his brain it does not make sense what you are saying?!?

-he is like error 404 brain.exe has stopped working

-and as I was saying,he is kind of disappointed,likeee!??! don't you know how beautiful are you to him!!??!he is shocked

-this man will go to buy you some glasses because yeah you need them.

✨Shinya Hiiragi✨

-yeah idk you gonna fight this man.

-this man concerned about you??!!like what has happened to you that you are thinking this way!??!

-I think Shinya would be so determined to see what is with you that he almost begins to search up therapists and things like that

-and I mean yeah because he is panicked that you might start hurting yourself physically from these thoughts

-will have some discussions with you about this subject because he does not think that this is okay.

-he will bring you many cookies because Shinya soft man as a cupcake.

✨Crowley Eusford✨

-this man confused af excuse my language

-but yess like he is very VERY confused

-is this some kind of things that humans do?!??!!

-do they start being blind at some kind of age or period or what is wrong with you!??!

-still confused

-kind of like error 404 like Guren but I have a feeling that Crowley and the other 80% of the vampires don't know what an error is lol

-what he is going to do is he starts to pat you everyday.... yeah that's what he thinks is going to help

-does it help? yeah kinda

✨Kureto Hiiragi✨

-umm this man is going to have called everyone,and when I mean EVERYONE it really means everyone

-his subordinates will be at their duties which surprisingly isn't the Seraph of the End project,but making YOU happy

-I'm writing with caps because Kureto is very very strict when it comes with his darling

-you are going to be cared of at the highest standards

-also he is going to have a serious talk with you and calm you down because I feel like he (deep down) knows how to help you

-as I said in my previous headcanons I feel like he has a soft spot that only shows to his very very loved persons in his life

Have a nice day and remember do drink water and eat food!!🎆🎆❤❤❤❤💖

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Never enough |Chuuya comfort x Reader

Angst and fluff time

Never enough |Chuuya comfort x Suicidal depressed Reader|

Warnings- mentions of Self-harm, heavy depression, suicide, lack of love for one's self. -I honestly wrote this as a self-comfort cause I needed something, so it really is triggering-

Word count- 1,700 words (roughly)

Life is a storm, full of calm eyes and rough winds that threaten to knock you over. Within life, there are ups and down; rough and soft moments in the storm. Tears are like rain, drizzling and pouring. There are light cries and heavy cries just like the sky. Happiness, fear, sadness, anger; emotions are weather. There are sunny days; happiness, thunderstorms; fear, rainy days; sadness, hurricanes; anger.

The clouds wept today. Wrapping around the moonlight, it hid the light. Water made heavy clinking noises against metal. The rush of cars swooshed against water as they sped by, the sound of a silent street followed. There were no voices, no couples, no people within eyesight or earshot. Today was a rainy day; a sad day. Tears fell in pattern with the falling water. Crimson dissipated within the water. Flowing down the roof the water washed it away. Clothing stuck, hair fell, eyes continued to look down.

You felt alone, afraid, disgusted, and angry with yourself and others. Your legs dangled off the edge of the roof. Listening to the music of sadness; a rainy night, you hummed. There was nobody else there with you, besides your thoughts you were alone. Though it was no surprise, it happened all the time.

People leave, people move one, people are not permanent. There is death in life; life in death. You pondered the meaning of such similes often. Running arms over your soaked clothes you choked on sobs. Letting out silent cries you shed the pain. Out of alcohol and still sober enough to feel you tossed the empty bottle to the roof entrance. It shattered to hundreds of pieces, adding sound to your cries. This isn't normal; to feel like this. You hated the things you’ve done, the job you could not back out from. You hated the way you looked. It didn’t matter what people said to you about being perfect the way you are. The small voices of people who put you down stood out. The ones that edge this crippling insecurity stuck out the most. They say the smallest flame can do more damage than the largest flame. It makes sense though, a large flame grows from the smallest flame. The large flames that start that size often take a while to do the same damage a building flame has done. Words worked like that; the smaller words that came from those close built into raging flames.

You shouted curses under your breath, looking to your lined arms, you choked back another sob. Why, why did you do these things? They were temporary freedoms from this pain but it never lasted; like drinking. Everybody needs a way to tell these feelings to fuck off, but at points, it doesn't work. Those thoughts cross the mind. The permanent solution to what they call a temporary problem. It isn’t always temporary, sure it goes at times to reveal the sun, but then it returns three-fold. It never leaves forever, they say it gets better, but sometimes it's hard to see that light at the end. Sometimes it's so far away it seems impossible to reach unless somebody else can help.

Everybody says it’s alright to be like this. Yet, they never help, they never offer up their hand to pull you out of the quicksand. They never attempt to push you forward in the tunnel. They stand, and they watch you break, until it’s suddenly benefiting for them to step in. Then, they dare to ask why you’re like this. It’s not a choice, it’s not something that can be so easily controlled. It’s a monster with its talons tearing into you.

So maybe, that’s why you did it. That’s why you inched closer and closer. Maybe that’s why you looked up and shut your eyes. Tapping fingers against the rooftop's edge. Humming tunes to try and steer your thought from doing the last resort. Just before the wrong decision could be made, you were grabbed and pulled back.

You felt so far from the world, nothing was clicking or connecting the dots. A harsh sting to your cheek brought your mind swirling back to the present. Noticing you were paying attention, the dark silhouette of a short male shouted words. “What were you thinking!” he hissed holding your shoulders with a firm grip.

“I… I don't know?” you mumbled feeling the tears swell in your eyes again.

“You don’t know? What the hell, I know we're all a little messed up but you can't…” it fell on him, his voice cutting out as he fell to his knees. His hands slid around you. Firmly holding you, he yanked your soaked body to his. His umbrella only hid your bodies from the wind with his ability. “How long, tell me how long.” his voice was breaking but still stern.

“I don’t know? Weeks, months, maybe years?” you don't move, afraid and cold, you could not meet his eyes. “Why do you care? You’ll just end up the same as everybody else. I’m worthless right? I mean, everybody leaves me alone. I don't fit beauty standards to perfection. Nobody would want me so, why not? Why not take the shortcut to happiness?” you were slapped again. It was light, but it stung enough to snap you from those thoughts again.

“Ya well think about somebody else! I don’t need two suicidal idiots! Having one to worry about is enough! Not that I worry about that mongrel! I do about you though, you’re my drinking partner. You’re the one who managed to get me to open up to being touched! I don’t hug or act... soft with anybody else! You don’t get to take that away! I don’t care what you look like, sound like, fuck, I don’t care about anything but what’s in there. In that fuckin heart! I am not a softy, you know I don’t say shit like this often but… you can’t do that! If you're miserable enough to really be willing to toss it all away, then you should talk to somebody!” his voice was panicked. Yes, he was being selfish. He knew that this wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t a feeling you could so easily overcome. Yet, here he was hoping that you would let him help you.

“I'm sorry! I’m so sorry! I just… I thought… wouldn’t it be better for everybody though? Sure you'd be sad at first but you'd forget about me!” Chuuya shook his head. Meeting your eyes with his clouded ocean ones. Tears fell, almost unnoticeable within the pouring rain.

“No, no I wouldn't! I wouldn't because I love you! I fell in love, I don't know how or when it… it just happened! Isn’t this enough? One person, am I not enough? If I had known I’d have held you to me, given you all the cuddles you ever needed!” he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t care if you felt the same or not at this point. He just needed to let you know somebody cared for you.

“Chuuya…” a light in the tunnel, it formed inside the tunnel.

It is, as they say, eventually you will meet that light. You will find meaning in your life. Something good will happen, then, all the people who put you here will be nothing but bad memories, and lingering ghosts of the past; You can move on. A light will come to you eventually, no matter how dark it seems, that light will show itself. In a friend, a relative, a job offer, an achievement. Those beads of light spread and eventually, they will pull you out enough to know true happiness.

When Chuuya looked worriedly to you, he was taken aback by your arms tossing around him. Your tears being muffled by his own lips. He kissed back before pulling away. Even if you still felt low you were slightly feeling better. Just knowing there was somebody to hold you like this was enough to curve the thoughts for a while.

He took his jacket and wrapped it around you, lifting you into his arms. He carried you to his penthouse, setting you down on the couch located in his bedroom. He looked around, finding one of his larger hoodies he tossed to you. He started hot chocolate as he waited for you to change. You’d probably be sick tomorrow, given it had been cold and you were drenched.

He carried the mug back to the couch, placing it down, he frowned. Walking to a closet, he pulled a small towel out. Rubbing it against your skull as you sniffled, he sighed. “Do you need anything else?” shaking your head, you grabbed his arm.

“Just… some cuddles?” he nodded holding you close, trying to warm your frigid body up. “Did you mean it? You'd really care if I…”

“Yeah, I did, is there a problem? I know it may not mean much. I know how depression works, at least a little bit. It’s not something that can be easily controlled. I just want you to know that you are perfect to me. If somebody ever tells you otherwise, I'll crush them to a pulp.” cracking a small smile, Chuuya's eyes lit up. “There we go, a small smile is a win. So you like me being all protective? Good, I’m a little territorial.”

Looking at him you nodded. “Yeah… okay.” you still sounded so sad.

“I'm serious! I’d squash even Mori if he insulted you in any way! You’re the most perfect thing I've ever seen and known! You're beautiful outside and inside, people are just jealous of how perfect you are.” he was trying to lift your spirits and it seemed to work a little.

“Can we just stay like this?” Chuuya nodded, letting you lean your head on his shoulder. He didn’t move even as you fell asleep.

[fictionalmenmistress]

🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

🌸 the end 🌸 (for more, visit my hashtag: #fictionalmenmistress in the tags 🥰 requests and headcannons are also open!)

[chaos-writes]

Spoiled! A Rikiya Yotsubashi x reader fic

Warnings: so basically the reader gets called "little one" a lot. Call it what you want, but it is not CG/L (at least the kink side of it. It is more or less the therapeutics of it). There is a lot of softness and tenderness, and there is a bath scene. Not s*xual, but a bath nonetheless. Slight angst. Lots of comfort. Reader has a job (anywhere, doesn't matter) and there are descriptions of physical pain. It is so comfortable and fluffy that I have literally fallen asleep writing it. Twice.

Word count: ~2k

"Hey Rikiya, I'm home!" He was sitting on his squishy armchair, in gym shorts and an undershirt, hair down and sleepily flipping through the newspaper. He turned to look at me and gave a lazy smile. "Hello, Little One." I just got home from a long day at work and could quite literally pass out. "My nerves are shot. I had such a bad day today." His smile faltered a little, concern beginning to nibble at his expression.

He gently laid the newspaper he was holding onto the coffee table in front of him and motioned for me to lay on the couch next to his armchair. He sat a soft pillow down on the end of the couch closest to him. I layed down on the leather couch and took a deep breath. He stroked my hair a few times before planting a kiss to my temple.

"I know how hard you have been working lately, my dear. I want you to understand that it won't go unnoticed by me. You deserve so much, Little One. Now... what can I do to help make you feel better?"

"I would love to just rest. I barely have any energy left and every customer that came by had such an attitude and my boss was so mean today and- and..." tears welled and bit the corners of my eyes hard as my voice began to crack. Rikiya slid off the armchair and kneeled by my side, turning me onto my side and hugging me ever so tightly.

He then pulled me up and sat on the couch, having me straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. I was only able to get a small glimpse of the tears shining in the corners of his eyes before I was enveloped in a pair if strong arms and given a warm soft chest to rest my head and cry into.

He spoke softly into my hair, "It's all right, Sunshine. It's okay to cry. I want nothing more than to take all of that pain away from you." He went on and rocked side to side as I silently sobbed into the crook of his neck and sniffled. "You're allowed to have these big feelings and show that you're having them. You're allowed to take up space and express how you feel. Let it all out, darling. Everything is going to be okay."

He held me until I no longer sniffled, cooing at and comforting me. He continued to encourage me to relieve all my worries from my mind. After what felt like ages, I sat up and he carefully cradled my face in his hands. "Are you okay? Do you feel a little better now?" Rikiya's tears dried and stained his cheeks now. His eyes spoke a million words of sorrow and shined brighter than I have ever seen before. I reached up to wipe his cheeks as gently as I could and rested my hands on his chest as I spoke.

"Yeah. I feel better. I dont know what made me do that, normally I can handle it..."

"It's alright, Little One," He said. He caressed my arms and waist and spoke, "You were probably bottling it up without realizing. You know it's always okay to come to me to talk, alright?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby. Let's get you something to eat. You must be so hungry after such a long day." My hands traveled from his chest to my stomach. It's true, I thought. I forgot to eat…

I climbed off of his lap as he sat up and unlocked his phone. He pulled up one of those food delivery apps and leaned closer to me. "What looks good? Ooh, I know! How about pho? I think some warm food is what you need."

"That sounds pretty good right now. Can we get seafood rolls too?"

"I was just about to ask if you wanted some. I love those things!" He giggled and smiled his dorky smile at me. I giggled back. He placed the order and typed in the information.

"You know we can split it, right, Rikiya?"

"Nonsense. Tonight is about you, Little One. Don't worry about money or having to pay for food. You've dealt with enough today." He kissed my forehead and closed his phone.

"What do you say we watch a movie while we wait for the food? Your pick." He turned on the TV and flipped through the subscriptions. "How about one of those Tim Burton movies you like?"

"Yeah! What about The Corpse Bride?"

"Of course Dear!" He smiled widely.

About a half hour later, our food arrived. He walked out the living room, answered the door and thanked the delivery person. He returned with two small bags, one for each of us.

I started to slide down the couch to sit at the table, but Rikiya stopped me. He grabbed a cushion from underneath the table and took my hand in his. He gently helped me down onto the cushion and set up my food for me.

We ate silently with the movie playing in the background. I noticed in my peripheral vision that Rikiya was smiling to himself and looking at me every time I paid more attention to the TV rather than my food. 

He started to play with my cheeks and hair and smiled. He gingerly kissed my cheek and. I giggled and quickly dipped my finger in the warm broth. I swiped it onto the tip of his nose and we laughed. 

After a few moments of silence, he grabbed onto my hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. In that moment I knew I was going to be okay.

I ate slowly and savored every bite and slurp of those noodles. They felt so wonderful finally filling up my empty stomach and they warmed me right up. I have never felt so relaxed. 

As the end credits rolled around, I started to pick up all of the trash left on the table and collected it in one of the takeout bags it all came in. I hummed along with the soundtrack of the credits and wasn't aware of my surroundings in the slightest. 

I heard Rikiya get up from the table and felt his warmth as he sat himself behind me so that I sat between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a warm and comforting embrace. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck and pressed small, gentle kisses to my jaw and shoulder. I reached over and started rubbing and patting the side of his leg. 

We sat in a comfortable silence as the movie finally finished and embraced each other for a while. I leaned back into Rikiya. "Rikiya?" 

"Yes, Little One?"

"I'm starting to hurt again. The food and everything was able to distract me but now I need to actually relieve the pain..." 

"I have an idea. I'll run a warm bath for you and set up your favorite aromatherapy things. Does lavender sound good, Darling?"

"That sounds wonderful, Rikiya." I gave him a sleepy smile.

He helped me up slowly and sat me down on the couch. He grabbed a blanket off the armchair and draped it over me to keep me warm while he handled everything. He kissed my head ever so gently and got to work, walking to the bathroom and setting everything up. 

Rikiya laid everything out on the counter so it was reachable from the bathtub. Lavender and cedarwood lotion, gentle shampoo, conditioner, lavender bubble bath, and rosehip and lavender candles. He grabbed some fresh extra-soft towels out of the closet and prepared them to be thrown in the dryer about halfway through the bath. He poured the bubble bath, lit the candles, finished running the bath and dimmed the lights. It was sunset, so it was still light enough to be able to navigate the bathroom and the different products.

I was laying on the couch, dozing off, when I felt a pair of hands on my blanket. Then, one was interlocking beneath my knees and the other around my back. I lazily opened my eyes and looked up at my carrier. He cooed at me and smiled. 

"So precious, my Sunshine."

I yawned and reached up to pet his cheeks while we were on our way to the bathroom. Soon enough, he stepped through the doorway of the bathroom and gently and slowly stood me up on my feet. 

Rikiya held onto my arms gently and spoke earnestly, "If you're okay with it, I'd like to stay in here with you to make sure you get to relax fully. The last thing you need is to worry about washing. You're in pain." 

"Okay. No funny business, though," I giggled. He smiled and shook his head. "No. No funny business. I just want you to relax. You had a hard week as it is." 

I undressed and got ready to get into the bathtub. Rikiya grabbed my hand and helped me down into the warm, inviting bath. I slid down and took a deep breath. "Perfect. You're such a wonderful being. So precious, so valuable, you're worth it all Little One... everything."

"You have no idea how good of a boyfriend you are, Rikiya."

He… winced?

He spoke carefully, "Thank you, I really do appreciate that. But something just isn't quite right with the term… boyfriend."

"Oh… did you have something else in mind, then?"

"What about 'partner'?" He smiled and caressed my cheek gently.

"That's fine. As long as we're both comfortable, I guess." I played with the bubbles and swiped some on his hand. He laughed and we both fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence. 

He grabbed the stack of soft towels he put out earlier and ran them to the dryer. He came back as quickly as he left and went back to kneeling next to me.

"Alright," he said, reaching for the different bottles. "Time to start washing."

He grabbed a cup, filled it, and began wetting my hair with the water. He filled the palm of his hand with some shampoo and gently lathered and massaged it through my scalp. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He tilted my head back and poured the warm water over my hair to rinse, continuing to massage in between pours.

He cleaned my hair completely of suds and oil and went to work on conditioning. He gently combed the conditioner through and worked it into my hair before rinsing throroughly. Rikiya then grabbed a wash rag and rubbed some moisturizing body wash into it. He rubbed my arms and legs and back, and continued washing me to his standard of cleanliness.

I continued to play with the bubbles and talk to Rikiya as the water cooled down from how long the bath had been.

"You're spoiling me, Rikiya," I said, petting his hair and caressing his cheek and neck.

"Well, that makes two of us, then. I feel so spoiled just being around you." He smiled and lifted the drain plug. I smiled and yawned. "Let's get you dried off and in some warm pajamas, okay?

"Okay."

After he dried me off with a warm towel and pulled on my pajamas, he guided me along and walked me to bed, which has been made, and complete with a cup of chamomile tea and heating pad waiting for me. He picked me up and gently laid me down. He pulled the fluffy blankets over me, tucked me in, and kissed my forehead.

Rikiya turned on the lamp and turned the bedroom lights off. He tugged off his undershirt and gently climbed into bed by my side. "I love you so much darling. You are my world."

"I love you too, Rikiya."

[h0nkch0c0late]

Tommy Slater

Summary: just Y/n, Tommy, and their secret in the woods

Y/n could still feel his soft lips on hers, the kiss gentle and sweet, his hands cupping her cheeks as her arms wrapped around his neck. And to top it all off, there was a sunrise that they were able to see through the trees.

The woods were their meeting place. A place where they could go and forget their real lives for just a few moments. Somewhere where being from a town doesn't matter.

Y/n was from Sunnyvale, a cheerleader at her high school. It's not like she wanted to be, she honestly just wanted to be able to go home after school and spend hours on the phone with Tommy. Instead, she had to do a sport that her parents forced her into, have a reputation that she absolutely hates, and has to be everything she's not.

Tommy is from Shadyside, he also has a perfect reputation, well, in Shadyside's standards at least. Unlike Y/n, he enjoys his reputation. Wants to keep it perfect, and well, another part of it was because he didn't want Y/n to get into trouble and forced away from him. He hates having to do it, but he tries to see it as protection for her.

They went out to the woods every chance they got. Whether they made the excuse of "I just want to go for a walk" or "sorry, I have to do some chores today" it didn't matter. No one ever suspected it was anything different.

Tommy smiled to himself as he lay on his bed, thoughts of last night swirling through his mind. The way she smiled at him as he held her close in his arms, how soft her lips felt against his, the faint taste of her cherry chapstick on his lips.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard soft thuds coming from his window. He looked over to see pebbles being thrown against it, pausing every few seconds before another one hit against the glass.

Tommy chuckled to himself as he got up from his bed, walking over to his window and looking down.

Sure enough, there was Y/n. A handful of pebbles in one of her hands as she had a wide smile on her face, looking up at him and waving her free hand rapidly in excitement.

Tommy opened his window, hanging his head out as he looked at her with an amused grin, "what are you doing?" He whisper-yelled down to her in question, though knowing the answer already.

"I'm coming to get you so we can go to the woods again like we always do!" She whisper-yelled back excitedly.

Tommy's amused grin turned into a widened smile as he kept his gaze on her, rolling his eyes playfully at her before quietly going on his way outside to meet her.

It was later than usual, the sun had already gone all the way down, the moon shining bright like the stars surrounding it-the stars only a little bit brighter as they littered the sky.

He met her outside, grabbing her hand as they started walking towards the way of the woods, him chuckling as she dragged him along. "It's a little late, isn't it?" He asked, though he wasn't complaining.

Y/n's head turned towards him, the large grin still on her face, "it's never too late when I'm with you." She replied cheesily.

Tommy laughed quietly as he quickned his pace, letting go of her hand and stepping beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist as they entered the woods.

They walked to their favorite spot, where they could see the sky perfectly through the tall trees.

Y/n pulled Tommy to the ground with her, both laying down, Tommy wrapping his arms around her as she snuggled close to him, their legs tangled together.

Y/n looked up at the night sky, looking up at it in complete wonder and amazement about how pretty it was, the grin never had left her face, her dimples showing clearly as Tommy stared at her.

She looked absolutely astonishing in the moonlight, and he couldn't help but stare at her in absolute adoration.

It was like that for a couple more moments before Y/n turned her head back towards the boy, giggling as she saw the look on Tommy's face, "Tommy, you're staring."

That didn't stop him, and he shrugged, "so? I can't help it, you're just so beautiful."

Y/n's cheeks flushed with red, and she hid her face in the crook of his neck, trying to hide it. "You're such a flirt." She mumbled into his skin.

Tommy smirked, even though she couldn't see it. "Oh, I know sweetheart. That's the whole point of my existence."

Tommy could feel it as she quietly laughed, tilting her head to look up at him, him looking back down at her.

"I love you so much, Tommy." She smiled softly at him.

Tommy smiled back, pecking her soft lips before pulling back, "I love you too, sweetheart."

It always made Y/n's heart skip a beat whenever he called her that, and she absolutely loved it. She giggled, nuzzling her head back into the crook of his neck, her eyes slowly closing.

"If I fall asleep, you better carry me home." She mumbled.

Tommy put on a fake pout, "awe, really? It's such a far walk though."

Y/n chuckled, "fine, fine. You can drive me home. You're just lucky that my parents are really heavy sleepers."

Tommy's eyebrows raised, "oh really?"

"Yeah, I should know. I tripped and fell over like, five things trying to navigate myself through the dark to get out of the house, and neither of my parents woke up from it. I'm sure you'll be fine." Y/n responded, a yawn escaping her lips.

Tommy chuckled, one hand tracing different shapes gently on her back as the other slowly tangled itself into her hair, "guess that settles that, then."

They laid there in complete silence after that. Just basking in each other's presence as Tommy held onto her, him staring up at the night sky as Y/n slowly fell asleep.

They lived for these moments. Just them, the woods, and the night sky.

And they wouldn't have it any other way.

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I had to redo the ending because it didn't save the first time 🥲🥲🥲

[triviareads]

(Same anon as mother being imperfect seen as devils) I think it does have to do with how we view mothers in lit. For the Bridgerton book series - Violet and Mary are the only good mothers who are still alive. The books treat them as perfect - knowing their kids, saying the right things, kind etc. Any flaws they have are not treated as such. Same thing happens in fanfic and fandom. Mary & Violet are perfect -kind,know what’s best for their kids, know what they are thinking, give perfect pep talks and are always supportive. They don’t have any flaws - they are perfect mothers. This is also often in contrast to Portia (and other society mothers) despite her being more complex in the show. Like look how good Violet and Mary are caring about love marriages but all those other shallow mothers only care about material wealth. They are genuine & care whereas other society mothers are just desperate harpies who are jealous.

In violets case the fanfic or posts who show her in a bad light are always to do with Anthony. It’s done either to give Anthony more trauma or to absolve him of the whole berbrooke situation. And the only reason she is demonised is bc the show didn’t portray her as constantly praising Anthony for being responsible like fandom wants her to. She is a more realistic character & not always a perfect mother. Even in certain fics - Mary is portrayed as the better/perfect mother (Mary would never behave like violet, she treated her children equally) bc we still haven’t seen her in the show. I am sure if Mary is anything less than perfect, again pple will complain that her character and relationship has been ruined.

Disclaimer -Obviously pple can write/think whatever they want but this is a pretty common trend.

I have... definitely felt this one, although I do think Mary is a more pragmatic woman than Violet, but that's probably by virtue of her relative situation in life. And I too liked the nuance to Violet's character in the TV show. AND I also liked how Portia Featherington was portrayed on the show. She was not stupid or shallow in the slightest. She just had unorthodox (by our standards) and not-so-good (and occasionally clueless) methods of Getting Shit Done. Her advice to Marina on finding things to take joy in was kinda touching ngl.

And as for those "other mothers" who are "desperate harpies who are jealous", that can so easily be chalked up to them never being taught better by virtue of their education and socialization, and add to that desperation to see their daughters settled because they know there is no other way for a woman to be safe/prosperous, at least in a socially acceptable way. For example, I imagine Lady Cowper was once given the same advice by her mother that she now foists upon Cressida. It's basically a cycle that has taken generations to break, and we still feel it today (ex: isn't viewing other women as competition when it comes to men very much a modern phenomenon as well?).

But yeah, I've definitely thought about this too which sort of influenced how I write mothers in my fanfiction. Siena as a mother, for example, sometimes imparts dubious marriage/courting advice on her daughters because as a former courtesan, she still kinda views relationships as transactional and her advice can be summed up as "ask yourself what the man wants, what he wants from you, and see if you can give it/be it." It's very pragmatic in some ways, but it doesn't really align with the aristocratic circles her daughters travel in as Lord Bridgerton's daughters. Clairmont's mom and Charlotte Bridgerton are other "imperfect" but fundamentally decent mothers in my fics.

[deafeningwizardsquare]

Self love is not properly loving yourself. It's more like: "if I'd only knew what you were you'll be still stuck in that portrait as you should."

Now kids, Jacob is the perfect dimostration of "how to not make a decent character" or "how to not be a brother and I only typed 'brother' because adding the adjective good would be too much."

He's...Terrible.

You can't just leave after 5 YEARS of reseching YOUR OWN SIBILING just because dinner isn't ready or you know something criminally dangerous that maybe MC and MC's fanboys should really now because plot demands it but liquidating everything with: "WHO EVEN CARES ABOUT LOGIC LET'S DUEL!!"

Because come on, he clearly has a more solid idea of R, Rackepik or WIW than MC, if he's a positive character than why he's constantly passively refusing to help whoever has YOUR SAME objective?

I'm still on the position that Jacob isn't the cheered person that the game wanted to show. It's a tragic and dark young men with a darker past (aggravating by the fact that we don't know anything about who was Jacob during school's years) & tons of ambiguities for his own that left me everytime more convinced that at the end of the day there is something wrong in all of his abits.

Most of all, he's not even definable as a brother.

If you wanted to be addressed as that, you can't just leave and appearing randomically.

Funny how we say "randomically" but it fits better "uselessly" since his contributions to MC's progression in whatsoever MC's doing is just an attempting to flirt with Merula as if she wasn't a minor and duels.

The worst about Jacob is, in fact, the way that he's been portrayed.

Because what can I see today it's just a mere reflection of a dude that it's still refusing to faces the consequences of his actions.

Or avoiding.

Nobody will give back Duncan's life. You have sacrificated your best friend'a life for nothing, letting a ghost begin manically sad and full of remorse, you didn't either showed up to say "sorry", Olivia Green however is still waiting for you and so does Angelica.

It's sad that they deleted that secondary mission. It was in fact well made and our only concrete source to understand a little bit of Jacob's past.

It's insanely BAD how MC had to refer all those years to Bill, Orion or the prefects for a familiar figure. It's bad that it was their work to manage to create a considerated all a moronic nice person even after year 5, it's bad that it was Bill who followed every steps of MC as if she/he was the 8th lost sibiling of the Weasly's, it is bad that Jacob can't even WRITE A LETTER to his consanguineous to say that he's fine.

It's bad to say that I aspected him to be a mixture of Bill and Orion.

Ah, JC, WHY!!!!

(Since I accidentally posted something without revision (you love spoilers, don't you?) and I hate to see grammar's errors everywhere or lines without a logical sense (English is my second language, hoping that I'm doing well with it whoever my tongue and my keyboard are definatly 'standard Romanian language stan account: mood always on' so I'm trying to correct everything that I can. It's an honest job that requires some days of work. So yeah, my fault, but you'll see it somehow sooner than you think. I ALSO ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISHED THE MAIN IMAGE BUT NOW IT'S EVERYTHING FIXED!)

Sorry!

:'D

[word-addict-lisette]

Dear Lisette,

I am back in you inbox, yay! How was your day? How's life? How's school?

I am really mad because we had this piece of work and it was like "pen down your idea on this statement, 'i can do whatever i want on the internet as long as i don't get caught' and i put down my thoughts which were 'this statement is true, i stand by it and you can do whatever you like as long as you don't get caught and don't own up' and then people were like throwing shade at me and i looked at it. I have 5 comments.

My teachers tried to delete it, my classmates literally lectured me and then she read it out loud and the whole class went looking for that one note i made. In the comments, people are spelling my name in caps. It was my opinion, and oh, look all of them are basically hypocrites. Let me just say, these people make me uncomfortable, they don't talk about exactly nice things or approriate things and they are all commenting ( without names too may i add) like "KAT, THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK!" but with my real name and just arghhh.

Also if my teachers wanted me to say, "no, that isn't the right thing to do," or any other answer that the others provided them with, they shouldn't have asked for my opinion. They should have just forced us all to just type the same thing. The other people all wrote like, "no, its unethical and bad" or "False, no, its bad" and stuff like that, filmsy evidence and elaboration. I HAVE MORALS, i am just saying the truth. I feel like the victim of a hate crime. People don't like me enough already, i am a very intresting person, uh, yeah, we are gonna stop there.

Enjoy the rant i guess? I don't know? I am sorry for loading on you but there's a little extra rant so uh, yeah. im just gonna take this out, one sec.

Ok, so uh my teacher was like, next week, we are making pancakes. Fluffy pancakes. It was changed to pancakes without eggs? and now we have to make it ourselves, at home. Where do i get flour? What do i do with the extra flour? I don't know how to cook at all, my partner who has been extremely controlling and like kinda driving me insane, ( ahem i did the whole coursework) also she uses my friend's name for everything? Like, bestie i was literally helping out and you went all, "Oh you don't want (friend's name) to see you burnt right?". Obviously i don't but if i burnt down my house, she wouldn't be surprised. I BURNT MYSELF LAST YEAR, SHE SAW ME BURN MYSELF. Well, my friend burnt me and then the week after that, she burnt herself.

This happens a lot. Also, the very common questions and statements of, "Are you straight?" , "aren't you and (friend's name) dating?", "you guys would make such a cute couple" , " aren't you bi?" and "i thought the two of you were dating," there is nothing wrong with being bi but i am not attracted to her like that. So, they use her for leverage over me to get me to do what they want and also think im dating her? If we were dating, we would both be homeless. I like my house. This doesn't only happen with her. I once got shipped with my brother. I hugged him and some guy was like, "oh you guys like each other," that was awkward. Can i just add, a lot of people like majority of that community know we are siblings.

I also get shipped with his best friend, thanks to a rumor my brother made up. So, sometimes, i would get like comments like, "oh, you like him" or "(brother's name) told me that you and (brother's best friend) are dating," we are not dating. WE ARE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. I LIKE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. LEAVE ME ALONE. Also, everytime i have a picture of a guy on my phone or something my cousin just has to tell my brother. THEY ARE STREAMERS. ONE IS OF V FROM BTS SO I CAN TRAMATISE MY FRIEND.

Everytime i cry, someone comes in my room. It is so annoying. LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO CRY. This is why i started reading sad books, listening to sad songs, watching sad movies so i have a reason to cry. There was this once, i wasnt selected to be part of my choir's competition and i was sad about it because i didn't feel good enough. THEY SAID I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. So, i cried but it wasn't enough so i read the saddest book i could find so i had a reason to cry but by that time, my feelings were gone. This is why i get breakdowns when im overwhelmed because of all this. You know how old i am. I have to deal with this and the pressure of always wanting to be perfect. What else can i do? I am not pretty or smart or talented or have friends, i have like 6 friends and nobody ever keeps me company. So, i focus on being perfect. 100%, i deal with not having any attention because my parents didn't pay me any attention just because i was "independent" or something?

Did i mention, i babysit all my siblings? I am the second child. I baby-sit my older brother. I am sleep-deprived because i can't sleep well at night and i constantly worry about everything and i have to take care of all my friends and it is so exhausting. Yet, i can not cry.

Thanks for staying with me through whatever that was. Uh, yeah, i took the quiz and got chaotic academia. That is my aesthetic. I really want one of those fancy skirts they wear like on pintrest and stuff? Like you know what i mean? The academia skirt? Yeah, i don't have one yet.

Question of the day, what is your dream profession or you could answer my other question which is what would you want to look like? Or you could answer both?

Ok, thank you again. i am gonna go study. Love and hugs and just literal joy sent your way!

- Kat, the ultimate dino mom of Leo, Billy Bob, Jessica, Sophie, Jackson, Sarah, Lily, the Micheals and all her other kids. (Jessica, Sophie and Jackson are mailboxes and Lily is a computer, Micheal is my screwdriver and laptop pencil, there are two micheals.)

Dear Kat,

It's really good to see you in my inbox. I'm sorry for replying late, but exams really had occupied my schedule today and I got my Saturday exam tomorrow. This week is going to be stressful and today's day has been pathetic. I had nothing to do except study and write exams. I feel like I haven't really been social recently and That I'm losing touch with people that I used to be close with and basically I'm letting overthinking take over my mind.

That is so sick. Why is someone's genuine opinion bothering them so much? I totally wouldn't be able to tolerate that. They ought to understand that there is a fine line between a fact and an opinion, and what you stated was just an OPINION. they have no right whatsoever to come at you like that. I totally agree... the teachers ought to have not asked for your opinion if all they desired was a particularly specific answer which opposed the statement. one of the reasons I hate the schooling system has to be THIS. people who are putting comments like that ought to realize that what you stated is exactly what they do in real life. They just want to be seen as the good kid here. At least you have the guts enough to speak the truth.

Miss! You don't have to worry about ranting out to me. You can rant to me for days and I'd still listen. Just go on ranting nobody is stopping you.

Ahhh! I've had that happen to me. I really understand how tough that can be. I really really hate being shipped with someone who I am just platonically friends with like you've got no valid proof to believe that we are romantically involved with each other. I've burnt myself plenty of times too. It's not a pleasant experience. Plus I also hate having controlling partners. Cause all they do is boss you around while they are barely doing a thing. It sucks.

Why? Just why? Why does it even matter to them? Who you date and what your sexuality is, is none of their business. I have no idea why people concern themselves with topics that really don't involve them. It's like people are just ready to make gossip out of anything. A person can't have a bestie without not liking them? I don't get what's so difficult to understand about that. I hate it when I'm casually talking to a guy and people start shipping us and start spreading rumors of us being in a romantic relationship. Another thing they do is, if a person likes me, they automatically assume that I like him back when I've barely even ever spoken to that guy. And yes! I like fictional characters! Don't even assume I like any of you fools cause You idiots bully me and ship me with total crackheads... And my standards are good enough for me to not include you guys in my list of *appropriate candidates* which consists of non-existent people.

Similarly, the moment I'm chatting with some guy, or like have a pic with someone on my mobile phone people just assume that fact that I'm crushing on him. Like no! I don't. We are friends... the others are celebrities, Why can't you understand that? I can't imagine how thick their skull must be considering they can't let a small statement like that sink in.

The crying thingy... I feel personally attacked. Nobody lets me do anything in peace, let alone crying. I literally use the washroom in my room and even my sister comes in there just banging on the door asking me to get the heck out of there and go somewhere else, like can't she use the other two washrooms or what? I like listening to sad stuff and reading angst cause somehow or the other it calms me down... it makes me feel at peace cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like crying. I've got a lot of friends, nobody remembers my birthday, I remember all of theirs'. They don't even text me, It's always me who takes the first step. All my friends just want me by their side cause I'm a smartass they want to show off as a trophy and cause I've got much better sarcasm than them. They just want to benefit from me. That's all. GOD, I'm not pretty at all. I look like a random idiot all the time. I look pathetic. And I lack talent... And you! I warned you, miss! You are pretty, beautiful, talented, smart, friendly, caring, kind and THE BEST!!!

I've never been given attention. Never ever. My sister has always stolen the spotlight. And I hate it. Not even my friends acknowledge me, my parents just ehhhhh. No matter how good I score, No matter how good I behave, No matter what. I'm just never good enough. My parents think of me as a rebellious kid. And I don't know what to do about that. All I've ever done is listen to them. My parents never allowed me to go out and play with my friends when I was a kid, they never let me go on overnight trips, and they barely let me spend time with the few friends I have. They never let me go to outings my school friends planned. Despite that, I never complained. I never had good friends because of that, yet I never complained. A lot of kids my age roam around in shopping malls by themselves, have sleepovers, spend money, roam around with tons of makeup on their faces, are in relationships, and even get into illegal shit. I've never done anything Like that. And yet... I'm never the good kid. I'm still the rebel.

I've got to take care of my sister almost every day. Get her to study, study myself, take care of myself while tolerating my grandmother. I really don't like my grandma, she s very fussy and just keeps yelling around the house the moment my dad and mom leave the house. I've got sensory overload because of her voice. And now I sit and have an anxiety attack almost every time she speaks. I've always got to strive for perfection as well. And I too can't sleep well at night just cause all the worries of the world, keep weighing me down.

Chaotic academia sounds good. It's the same aesthetic my sister got when I asked her to take the test! And oooh! Me too! I love those skirts and outfits they show on Pinterest. I'd love to have them someday.

My dream profession has to be that of a writer. Or perhaps even running a library. just something cozy. Ohh! I'd love to have brown hair, and I'd want to be tall just a little shorter than What I am right now. I just reached my father's height yesterday. And more or less, I'd like the rest to stay just as it is. and perhaps a lighter shade of skin tone. What about you though?

My question for you! If you were to be stranded on a beach island for a week. Who would you bring with you and how would you spend your time there. You can include whatever elements of nature you want to include like forests, lakes, and all.

Sending love, warmth, hugs, and whatever I have to spare that you would like to you!!!!

-Love from Lisette

P.S. That's an interesting family you've got, right there!