#i mean i got a milkis pack as well but that's too much sugar post lunch lol

[miss-floral-thief]

lol interesting even before 6pm the brightness lessened despite the heat

[dauriculaire]

Léa, the wonderful owner of the blog Otome Street (*c’est en français) asked me a few questions about otome CDs a while back, and here are my answers! ( • v • )

1. Tell us a little about yourself, and what you do on your blog! ~

Hello! ( • ᴗ • ) I’m Dauri, and I run a small niche blog that exclusively covers “adult”/(R18) drama CDs in the otome category, a genre that has recently gotten popular within the past few years. I translate and post information about new releases, and occasionally make not-witty-but-sort-of-witty jokes and commentary about them. Sometimes, I even have enough spare time to answer asks!

And if anyone asks, yes, I’m legal.

2. How did you get interested in otome CDs?

Me and smutty drama CDs go way back, but I remember that my thing was otome games before I got into otome CDs. All of this started 5-6 years back. There was a seiyuu* whose character and voice I absolutely adored, so I naturally tried to find his other work to fill the empty void when I finished his route in the game for the 1000th time. Then I found out that he voiced a character in the (SFW) otome drama CD series, Shuukan Soine (週刊添い寝 )... and then he was announced to be in a new R18 drama CD—a genre, that, as I mentioned, was really rare at the time. Because I was thirsting after him like no other wanted to hear his voice again, I was totally down for that and the rest is history...

*I doubt anyone can guess who the seiyuu on the first try because he’s not actually considered one of my favorites anymore, but... you can try... ( • v • )

3. What do you think is their "appeal"? Why do people get drawn to them?

For non-rated, SFW otome CDs, sometimes the plots are actually really interesting, and I think listening to a drama CD that’s like that is quite like listening to an audiobook, in some way—except that, if it’s a CD in which the character is speaking directly to you, the listener, you may feel more of a connection and are thus more drawn to the character and the plot.

On the other hand, while some rated/adult otome CDs have very intriguing plots as well (Hanakagami, Milky Chain, D’avrilmoon, Operetta, and Hitsujigumo are the top producers that come to mind when I think of plot-heavy) the emphasis is on the carnality and the loveliness of hearing a character (or a seiyuu) in question moan into your ears. ( • ᴗ • ) I think that reason is self-explanatory and perfectly reasonable, no? It’s smut for the people who are more excited about audio than they are by visuals. It’s often said that women, which otome CDs are made for, can be more aroused by audio and text than they are by visuals, so it makes sense that a lot of women are drawn to rated drama CDs instead of other... adult media.  

Plus, some people just have a voice fetish. (*Raises hand*)

4. Are there different "types" of otome CDs and if so, what is your favorite?

Well, you can characterize otome CDs in a variety of ways—by character types, plot lines, voice types, and purposes. In the rated/adult genre of otome CDs, the common character types are things like the senpai, the kouhai, the teacher, the boss, the co-worker, the boyfriend, the yandere, etc., and these are often crossed with a sort-of-generic plot-line like “more than friends but not lovers,” “forbidden love,” “just fluff,” and the list goes on and on. I’m not an expert on non-rated otome CDs, but I feel like non-rated otome CDs can be sorted by plot more than rated otome CDs can be. (Because let’s face it, not a lot of people listen to smut for the plot, unless you’re Dauri.)

If you’ve seen my blog, you can probably guess what my favorite is now. Anything consensual and smutty. I like a lot of fluff (癒し系) oriented CDs but I’m kind of a glutton for drama at the same time, so I do like conflict and angst in my plots from time to time.

5. What are your favorite otome CDs, and the ones you would recommend to "beginners" who are just getting to know the world of otome CDs?

My favorite non-rated otome CDs were the Shuukan Soine series, the Danna-sama series, and the Honeymoon series. If you’re asking about what my favorite R18 drama CDs are, I don’t think I could possibly answer in a few words, because I’d have to make another list... 💦 

But for R18, in general, any CD produced by Milky Chain (Twinkle Blossom, Enemy Coupling, Switching!?, Koibito vs Nijigen) or Apricot (Kare to Soine), and any CD that features do-M boys (like the Namidame series*) could probably be considered to be favorites of mine. Then again, there are a lot that don’t fit those categories but I love them dearly anyway. If you’re curious about my opinion about something, you’d probably have to ask me specifically about a series or a CD.

(Disclaimer: The following recommendations are the SFW sort, and I’m assuming the beginner in question has a foundation in upper-basic to intermediate proficiency in understanding spoken Japanese.)

If I was making an recommendation to an absolute beginner, I’d actually start them off with apps like Situation BF, Voice Supplement and Sleepy-time Boyfriend (which is based off of Shuukan Soine), where there isn’t really a plot, and you can sort of figure out if you like the idea of a nice voice talking to you directly as the listener or not. 

If you decide that you like the concept, I’d move on to lighter series-oriented CDs like those from Otomate.  

Assuming a solid grasp of Japanese and an interest in more dramatic CDs, I think you’d be fine moving on to CDs like the infamous feelsy Shinsengumi Wasurenagusa series by Rejet, or really, anything by them if you’re into drama and feels—aside from their occasional forays into lighter-hearted stuff like √HAPPY+SUGAR=DARLIN.

Then again, as I’ve mentioned earlier, I am by no means an expert on SFW CDS ( • v • );;—unfortunately my collection is more of a ratio of 1:20 SFW to NSFW CDs, maybe even less, if I had to guess... But there are plenty of other people on Tumblr that would be wonderful resources about SFW CDs if that’s your thing.

(I’ll just be here in the gutter if you need me. ✨)

And I’m sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think I could even get started about R18 for beginners here, because there would be way too much I’d want to say, given that’s my area of expertise. 🙃 I’m this close to making a beginner list/starter pack though, maybe if someone put in an ask...

*Not for the faint-hearted, as I always say...

But that concludes this brief very long Q&A, thank you again to Léa @1filletterevolutionnaire for the opportunity to answer such interesting questions! ❤️

[losille2000]

Home, Chapter 15

TITLE: Home CHAPTER NUMBER: 15/? AUTHOR: Losille2000 WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom GENRE: Romance/Drama FIC SUMMARY: Tom returns home grouchy and exhausted from a cramped flight after four months on the road for work. Unfortunately, there’s already someone sleeping in his bed. RATING: M (sex, language) WARNINGS:  None. AUTHORS NOTES: Chapter 14 was posted Friday evening, May 12th. Make sure you’ve read it before this one. Thank you all so, so much for your support! Enjoy!

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Chapter 15

 Marigold set her napkin down on the table in front of her and looked across at Tom as he sipped his coffee. He was silent as he watched her from over the rim of the cup, a new contemplation in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Marigold could only guess that he was finally warming up to the truth about her abilities, because he’d been quiet—contrite, even—while moving the rest of her boxes into the house.

 After finishing with the boxes, but not completely emptying them, she’d gathered him up and trundled him off to Cambridge for lunch. Well, she said it was for lunch. What she really wanted to do was stop in at the new age shop and ask a few questions. The problem was that if Tom followed her across the square, there was a chance he’d make an ass of himself and embarrass her once inside the store. Even though he’d seemed rather placid after her impromptu demonstration of her healing abilities, she didn’t trust him out in the public. He’d turned on her with less provocation.

 She grabbed her purse from the seat beside her and held it against her chest. Violet’s journal inside the purse pressed against her, a corner digging into her abdomen through the leather bag. She cleared her throat. “So, there’s a shop I need to run to across the street.”

 “Okay,” he said, grabbing the phone and wallet he’d set on top of the table when they’d sat down, in preparation for joining her.

 “No, it’s okay.” She held a hand out to stop his movements. “I’ll go by myself. You’d be bored.”

 He considered her for a long moment. “Witch stuff?”

 “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about it in the open like that,” she said.

 “Why?”

 Marigold rolled her eyes. “There’s a reason my family survived through the ages of inquisitions and trials, Tom. And it’s not only because we effectively warded our land to keep everyone away.”

 “Oh,” he said. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

 She shrugged.

 “But why would you go to a shop to get stuff when it’s so prominently out there?”

 “Because normal people just think it’s all that new age-y hippie stuff,” she said. “You know, for people who like ‘natural’ living. Or, you know, for people like you who think we’re looneys.”

 He nodded his head and considered again. Finally, he sighed and set a hand on his stomach, scratching through the cotton of his shirt. “Alright, then. I’ll just head to the market and start on our list.”

 “Perfect,” she replied. “I shouldn’t be long.”

 Marigold popped out of the restaurant before he had a chance to stop her again and made her away across the street to the shop. Tiny bells tinkled as she stepped inside to a dimly lit room, packed to the gills with magical products of every type, some actually used in the craft and others of pure novelty for the sightseers who happened to wander into the store. Strong smoke carrying the bitter scent of sage floated through the air; she paused to close her eyes and breathe in deeply. It smelled like Violet.

 A small, shriveled old woman materialized from the back room, hunched over a cane she used for both support and for guiding her way through the maze of standing displays. She stopped in the middle of the store, placing the bottom of her wooden cane down in front of her like an anchor, using with enough force to elicit a thump on the carpeted floor. She folded her wizened hands in an elegant fashion on top of it. Her black outfit, which seemed to be some modified form of a robe, swished into place around her ankles.

 “I wondered when you were going to show up, Marigold,” she said.

 Marigold swallowed her surprise at being known; it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, but she wasn’t used to others like her. “Uh, hi.”

 The old lady smiled. “How did you like the box I sent you? Jess is such a lovely girl to think of you.”

 “Um, it’s wonderful. I got to use it this morning, actually,” Marigold replied, pushing further into the room and closer to the little woman. She looked as if a good breeze would knock her down, and yet she seemed sturdy as Marigold moved toward her. “Who are you?”

 She cackled. She was the crone people wrote myths about with the paper skin wrinkled with time, and milky, unseeing eyes. The only thing she didn’t have were giant hairy warts on the end of a hooked nose—or green skin.

 “Cora,” the woman said.

 It all slid into place. She remembered Cora, but just barely on the edges of her memories. She was one of the witches Violet regularly invited to feasts and sabbats in the forest they owned. Marigold had always thought Cora was older than dirt, but fifteen years had stooped Cora’s shoulders more profoundly and dug deeper furrows into her skin. She was still beautiful, in a way, with her silvery white hair wound into a bun on top of her head like a wisp of a cloud. The most important part of her memory, though, was about how powerful the old woman was. To have lived so long using magic and not meet the same fate of Marigold’s own grandmother and great aunt, said a lot. Cora was not a woman to anger, but she was also a woman with a lot of experience who could help her.

 “I remember you.”

 Cora grinned again and nodded slowly. “And I remember you, dear girl. I suspect you came to visit me about the problem you’re having with your beau.”

 Marigold choked and coughed into her hand. “He’s not my beau.”

 “Perhaps,” she sang, her body in motion again as it crept across an aisle toward an old wingback chair. A teapot and two teacups sat on the small table beside it and another matching chair, in the same threadbare upholstery. “Come have some tea with me.”

 Marigold knew better than to refuse the woman, even politely. She already knew Cora would become an important source of wisdom and teaching, with or without dealing with Tom. Best not to start off on the wrong foot. “Sure.”

 She settled across from the old lady and watched her meticulously pour out steaming water into the porcelain cups and set two metal steeping balls inside them. Even with the limited—or no—use of her eyesight, she seemed like an old pro.

 “Sugar?” Cora asked.

 “No, thank you,” Marigold replied, taking one cup from her outstretched hand.

 Cora sat back in her seat and held her own cup in front of her face, enjoying the steam bath on her skin. “Did you bring me something?”

 “Well,” Marigold chuckled, remembering the book in her purse. “It’s written word, so I don’t think it’s going to do much good.”

 “But you can tell me what it says,” she prodded.

 Marigold sighed. “My aunt Violet—”

 “Powerful healer, that one,” Cora interrupted. “But she bore a lot of darkness.”

 “I’ve come to find that out.”

 A knowing smile stretched Cora’s thin lips. “You’ve come to see me about the lemon cake.”

 Cold shivers crawled up Marigold’s back. She didn’t know why it was surprising. Clearly, the woman had other sensory powers. “Uh, well, yes. And no.”

 “You want to know what she means by your belonging to Thomas.”

 “You know?”

 “We spoke on it many times,” Cora said. “I tried to counsel her to cease her foolish vendetta against that family, but she was headstrong, even knowing it would hurt you. Your aunt didn’t want you to know each other; she wanted to keep you separated so you would never know your true happiness.”

 Marigold frowned into her tea. “Hurt me?”

 Violet had always doted on her when she came to visit—hell, she’d gifted her a sizable inheritance, too. Had she been making up for the problems her spell on Tom might cause? Had she felt guilty?

 “Have you not come to my shop because you want to reverse whatever spell she used to cause the rift? Because it has hurt you?”

 “Well—”

 Cora sighed and set her tea down.  She leaned forward in her seat and hunched over her cane. “You can’t use another spell, dear girl. You have to wait for it to burn away.”

 “So there’s no ending in sight?”

 “I didn’t say that,” Cora replied. “You can do things that will hasten it. I imagine you’ve already seen the holes.”

 “Well, yes,” Marigold said. “Sometimes it’s really good between Tom and me, but other times I want to dash his head with a rock. I’m seeing more and more holes, as you say.”

 “Time is the only thing to break it,” she explained. “It’s why Violet had to redo the spell every year, to keep it strong. But once your Thomas moved away from his parents, she couldn’t continue feeding it to him. It started the lengthy process of breaking down.”

 Marigold groaned and closed her eyes. “So it’s taken at least eighteen years for us to be able to be in the same room with each other without ill affect. What does that mean for what’s left? Do I have another eighteen years to wait?”

 “No, it’s nearly at its end,” she said.

 “How can I poke more holes?”

 Cora laughed. “You’re an anxious one.”

 “I want him to understand. I want him to see me and not think I’m insane.”

 “That, dear girl, will only come from him seeing your powers in action,” she replied. “But once he believes, he will be yours for life.”

 “What can I do now?”

 Cora leaned back in her seat and held her hands in front of her. “Physical contact. The more you touch him, the more he’ll see through the spell.”

 “But it hurts sometimes—the shocks—”

 “Oh, yes,” she said. “It’s one of those nasty side effects of warding magic. It’s a last attempt by the spell to do its job. Of course, it must be failing spectacularly if you’re here. When you touch him, the magic breaks down further, because it’s an explicit and willful contravention of the spell. Your magical connection with him is stronger than any spell will ever be.”

 “My ‘connection’? What kind of connection do I have with him? Why did Violet say I was his?”

 Cora nodded emphatically. “Why, you’re twin flames.”

 Marigold sat back and blew out a stream of air up her face. Well, now that was going to be a problem. She’d already considered their connection had something to do with that, seeing as Violet had likened her relationship with Rose to that between her and Tom. Violet and Rose were twin flames in the purest sense, a non-romantic iteration of the idea of soulmates, because they were biologically identical. Twins in spirit and in body. The thing between her and Tom—well, it could remain platonic. But after everything that had happened this morning, Marigold knew exactly what type of twin flames they were destined to be.

 “How did they know? How could they tell?”

 “Rose had a vision,” Cora said. “And they said it was confirmed when you were introduced to him as children. Violet said your mother set you down and Thomas came straight over to you, sat beside you, and wouldn’t leave your side. He cried when they took you home.”

 Marigold sighed. “But he’s been horrible to me.”

 “It’s the spell, dear girl,” she said. “You mustn’t hold it against him.”

 “Spell or no spell, he didn’t have to say the things he has,” Marigold replied.

 Cora held her hands out in a placating motion. “I do not know what he’s said, but you must consider that he may not have otherwise said them if he weren’t being acted upon by a malicious spell.”

 Marigold shook her head.

 “The person who deserves your anger is Violet, not Thomas,” Cora continued. “She is the one who elected to controvert nature and your destiny. But of course, there’s always the thought that maybe this was your destiny, all along. Maybe if you’d never had something keeping you apart, you and your Thomas would have grown up together, and fallen in love, even married early. You might have a whole passel of children now. Think, though, about what you’ve learned and who you’ve become. Think about the important contributions both of you have made to the world separately. Twin flames who meet early in life can end up stifling each other, but this has allowed you both to grow. Now you’ve reached a point where you need each other for some reason, and your bonded souls are calling to each other.”

 “So basically, what you’re saying is that we’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t,” Marigold said. Honestly, she didn’t know who, or what, to be angry at. This spell hadn’t only made Tom disagreeable. It had also fucked with her life. Her string of college boyfriends were unhappy dead ends because there had been someone out there—someone she’d already met—that was her perfect fit. She might not have known it, but it explained why her romantic life had been shit. It was why she’d sworn off romance and sex for ten years. Because it never went well. And until this moment, she’d steeled herself to being unhappily alone for the rest of her life.

 It was one of the reasons why she decided to move to England, to the middle of nowhere. So she could be by herself.

 Cora reached across the space between them and set her hand on Marigold’s arm. “Keep touching him. It’ll fade away.”

 “It’s finding excuses to touch him that’s the problem. He just thinks I’m some crazy person talking about magic,” she said.

 “I think that’s changing,” Cora replied. “I can feel it. He’s staying with you at the cottage?”

 Marigold pulled her arm out of the old woman’s grasp, wanting to break the connection she’d tapped into, though sensing the woman could see it without touching her. “Yes.”

 “You wanted to be intimate with him this morning.”

 It was a statement of fact. It brooked no argument.

 Marigold’s face bloomed with heat. “N-no!”

 “Are you being honest with yourself?”

 She groaned, covering her face with her hands. “No.”

 “The good news is that this spell is hanging on by a thread,” she said. “The bad news is that it’s still there. And unless you forge ahead, you’ll have to wait for it to dissipate naturally.”

 “I don’t have to sleep with him, do I?” Frankly, it wasn’t the worst idea in the world. The problem was convincing him to sleep with her.

 Cora cackled again. “Oh, dear me, not if you wouldn’t like to. But a kiss wouldn’t go amiss. It might be just enough to sever the thread.”

 “True love’s kiss, huh?”

 The old woman sat forward in her chair and grabbed Marigold’s hand again. “Being a twin flame doesn’t mean love at first sight. It simply means that your souls sing together in a harmony no other soul understands. Romantic love—well, you still fall into that the old-fashioned way. Being a twin flame makes it easier, though, because you’re already each other’s compliments.”

 Marigold nodded. “Thank you.”

 Cora smiled. “Go home. Beltane Eve is tomorrow. Light a fire and honor your ancestors and dance. See what happens.”

 “With… him?”

 “No,” she said. “You alone. Reconnect with the earth, with your forest, and then things will seem clearer to you. Trust me.”

 “I do trust you.”

 Her milky eyes blinked and her smile widened. “You are a dear girl, Marigold. Your aura is a bright light like your grandmother’s.”

 Marigold gathered her purse to her side again, but stopped when the cell phone in her pocket began to ring, metallic bells ripping through the sedate shop. She pulled the phone out to find that it was Tom on the other end.

 She put it to her ear. “You couldn’t wait like ten minutes?”

 “I need you,” he huffed.

 Marigold swallowed down a suddenly parched throat. “Why?”

 “It says flour on this list,” he replied. “But what flour? There’s like ten different flours in the baking aisle.”

 “Unless I say a specific kind, always pick up all-purpose,” she said, glancing at Cora again. “I have to go, Tom.”

 “Hurry up,” he said. “I need help.”

 Marigold laughed long and hard at that. “You have no idea how much help you need.”

 With that, she ended the call and slipped the phone back in her pocket. Cora looked chuffed. “Yes, by just a thread. Not even a thread—half of it is cut through already.”

 “I’m glad you’re so optimistic,” Marigold replied.

 Cora smiled sagely. “When you get to be my age, it’s all you’ve got. Now go, but don’t be a stranger. My granddaughter, Sylvie, is eager to meet you. She actually runs the shop. I’m only here while she’s picking up her babies from nursery.”

 Marigold stood up and stretched her legs. “I’ll probably be back after Beltane, depending on how this clarity thing goes.”

 “I’ll be waiting for a full report, my dear,” she said, waving her farewell as Marigold wove back through the shop and out the front door.

 Marigold sucked in a deep breath of the chilly spring air, enjoying the slight burn in her lungs. Cora had been an invaluable source of information, but that still didn’t bring her any closer to Tom. She still had to do that all on her own.

 At least she had a solid path to take, whether or not any of Cora’s suggestions worked.

[londonparker]

Cloud 9

part 6

tom x reader

My heart stopped as I waited outside right next to Tom just standing until the anticipation was over and Tom’s little brother opened the door in shock to see me standing there.

h-oh my god! This is y/n?

t-yeah! She is a little nervous so don’t-

And just then Harry leaped forwards and lunged onto me squeezing me really tight

Tom’s face went emotionless and finished his sentence from before

t-make her feel pressure...

h-what?

t-nothing the time passed

y-I..uh....HII! I’m y/n and It’s so great to finally meet you

Harry lay off me a bit putting his hands on my shoulders scanning my face and showing an amused face as he looked directly at Tom

h-she is really pretty!! Damn Tom

I then turned to face Tom with a curious look on my face

I think he panicked because he stuttered in response

t-oh uh...please...don’t mind h-him...that’s h-harry for you

He then let out an awkward yet uncomfortable laugh

y-so you don’t think I’m pretty?

I then smiled at him

t-WhAt? NO, NO that’s not what I meant!! 

y-I’m kidding Holland, don’t take it seriously

t-oh right

he replied while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand

s-oh my soul! Tom you’re back!! And you brought company!

t-yeah Sam this is y/n!

s-woah! Even better in person 

y-thank you

Sam also then embraced me with a warming hug

We eventually got inside and Tom helped me place my bags down just for now

I waited downstairs in the lounge with the boys ready to greet Nikki and Dom I was so scared but I knew they were lovely people

The three of us chatted for a bit before we all heard Nikki excitedly exclaim Tom’s name!

n-Darling! You’re finally home, I missed you love, how was your trip?

t-hey mum! It was great, I did bring someone along!!

n-omg yes y/n right? Where is she?

Just then Nikki caught my eye and of course I awkwardly waved at her and smiled

n-aww come here love!

Nikki out of all gave me the biggest welcome as Dom came in the room as well!

d-it is so lovely to finally meet you! Tom has told us so much about you!

y-he has?

d-oh yes! He always talks about you and how you are so-

t-ALRIGHT! THANKS DAD...what do you say we go make some tea?

y-yeah sounds good! 

He dragged me out of the lounge and into the kitchen as Harry and Sam followed 

I boiled the kettle while the three of them got the mugs, teabags and essentials for making tea

I placed the mugs on the table and made my way over to Tom who was looking in the cabinet for the sugar. I lay my back against the counter and leaned my arms behind my back for support. I was shorter then Tom being 5′5 I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. 

t-what’s wrong?

y-nothing! I was just wondering who made the better tea?

He then went wide eyed knowing I may have started a battle, Tom stayed silent not knowing what to say....the only thing he whispered was ‘crap’

h-well for starters it definitely isn’t Tom

s-hey buddy you’re not much better yourself

h-excuse me I might be better then you actually

s-I don’t think so mate! 

t-guys please calm down...

h-SHUT IT MILKY TEA 

t-...

s-damn harry....WAIT!...why doesn’t y/n judge??

h-we’ve done this so many times mate is it necessary again?

y-listen people...first off I don’t think I feel like judging, secondly I guarantee I can make better tea then all three of you boys

h-I like her

s-yeah me too! Friendly competition for another day hey...

y-friendly?? Oh no....you got me all wrong if it’s tea we competing against I go very hard mode

h-well then....let the games begin y/n and may the best tea maker win!

y-better watch your back that’s all I’m saying

t-y/n are you sure about that? 

s-yeah listen to him!

y-no I’ll stick with the competition. And we can get your parents to judge and they won’t know whose teas are whose

h-sounds good to me!

We then made our way upstairs to his room so I could kind of see how he grew up and oh my word. Was it not a Spider-Man mess but at the same time the cutest thing ever!

y-aww man! You truly weren’t joking but this is very cute!

t-thanks 

I then plopped myself on his bed laying down letting out a deep sigh. Tom sat himself next to me laying down to get to my face level. I smiled and hid my face with a pillow

y-so uh have you thought about Paris fashion week at all?

t-oh uh not particularly, I thought we could discuss it during dinner just to give me time to think about it

y-oh yeah no rush you still got loads of time!

I then rolled off the bed back onto my feet, I looked in the mirror just to fix my hair and neaten out my outfit before going back downstairs

y-one last question...where do I sleep?

t-oh yeah right! You’ll be sleeping in one of the twins room if that is okay?

y-I’m not picky! Sounds perfect

t-great follow me then this way

Tom took me to one of the rooms and left me alone to have a few minutes to myself. I started to unpack my clothes and started hanging them and packing them in the cupboards. When I finally finished unpacking I took out my laptop and set it up on the lovely long desk Harry had in his room along with a few note books that I set up to continue with my writing.

I updated my Instagram story by posting a quick mirror pick with a London location in the photo. As soon as I was ready I headed back downstairs to see everyone Around the table. I made my way down and saw them setting the table in time because they were about to make dinner

n-hey y/n! 

y-hey can I please help with something?

n-we just finished setting up...can you cook?

y-me? of course! I can make some mean Greek dishes as that is my nationality

n-oh great! maybe you could cook us something tomorrow night? Sam wanted to make you our favorite dish we have as a family especially on special occasions as so today

y-aww no of course! Can I at least make a salad?

n-that would be perfect thank you love

y-no problem! 

I made my way into the kitchen setting up my little station where I would work with a cutting board, knife, bowl, seasoning and of course the ingredients. I washed the lettuce, cut it and put it into the bowl same for the tomatoes, cucumber, spring onions and sprinkled feta on top! I then made the dressing to go on top with olive oil, oregano, lemon juice, salt and pepper and added it in a little container to add to the top if wanted. As I was making my dressing Tom came to check up on the chef and me

t-it smells delicious Sam as always

y-it truly does! Thank you for taking the time to make it it looks amazing

s-no problem I’m in my element

t-and how goes the Greek cuisine?

I laughed as I corrected him

y-well it isn’t a Greek salad it has lettuce, Greek salads don’t

t-oh well it looks great!

y-wanna taste my dressing?

t-sure why not 

I then offered him a little spoon of it as he tasted it and seemed to enjoy it

-that’s actually quite refreshing it isn’t to heavy

y-exactly, anyways I’m going to take this to the table then come clean up!

I took the salad bowl and placed it on to the table along with the dressing to go along with it, I went back into the kitchen and cleaned up my work space and washed everything straight away. I had made Sam a little plate and left it in the kitchen because the family had already started dishing out salad as a started I’d assumed. 

y-here you go! Just a little something while the others eat it to and uh I also left some dressing so you can try it before you add it

s-aww thanks y/n that’s really sweet of you! 

I gave him a smile and made my way to sit with the others

Dom sat at the head next to Nikki and Paddy next to Nikki the same side opposite them sat Tom and then me with Harry at the other head of the table. They all plated some salad and seemed to enjoy it because after a few minutes it was gone

d-that really was great y/n thank you so much! 

y-of course it s the least i can do for you guys. After all you are letting me stay here a few days until I settle in my place

n-right we did hear about it from Tom

y-yeah when my parents passed they left me the house I just haven’t been yet so Tom offered me to stay here while we start a new journey I guess

h-aww that is so sweet

y-it truly is! 

t-yeah I was thinking tomorrow we could go past and starting opening it up, spend the next two days working on it?

y-don’t you have things to do I mean I can go and start while you spend time with your family

t-no it’s okay

y- I insist you haven’t been with them for long! I’ll start tomorrow then you can join me the next day

t-alright then

s-DINNER IS READY FAM!

We heard Sam yell from the kitchen as Paddy had a little laugh. We made our way there and dished up some food it was Holland’s shepherd's pie, his moms recipe and it was Tom’s absolute favorite

t-aww mate I am so happy you made it!

p-y/n you have to try it

y-of course I will it looks amazing! 

t-it is my favorite food ever! My mum makes the best pies

I laughed as he got really excited explaining how much he enjoyed this recipe

y-ok ok Holland I’m trying it

He wasn’t wrong my expressions showed it all. The pie was absolutely amazing

y-wow this is flipping amazing! 

t-right I knew you’d love it!

y-oh have you decided if your going to Paris fashion week?

t-right....well

y-yeah?

t-I’ll go on one condition?

y-hey I don’t want to force this on you

t-no you’re not but I’ll only go if you are my plus one

y-WhAt? nO. What about your mom or Sam or Harrison or..

t-but I want you plus my family have been to so many events and my friends are busy 

y- I feel so honored I’m in shock, I’m literally shaking Tom! THANK YOU!!

I could contain myself I've dreamed of being on those carpets to be noticed for my roles and books!. I hugged him so tight and when I let go I forgot we had everyone else with us

y-I’m so sorry! 

n-no need to be! 

Dinner went on for another hour or so just getting to know more about them after a while I had said I would clear the table and help Tom wash the dishes

t-thank you for making them laugh today and just being yourself

y-of course! Thanks for so much I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you’ve done so much for me

We finished off with the dishes around 9pm. I grabbed myself a glass of water before making my way upstairs now outside Harry’s bedroom. I turned around to see Tom

t-so uh tomorrow I’ll come past we can start working on it

y-yeah but you do what you need to first before me! I am not the priority ok first sort yourself out! promise?

t-I promise

y-thank you

t-goodnight y/n

y-goodnight Tom

I reached up for a hug and gave him a quick hug before closing the door and into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take out my hair before landing straight on to the bed and falling asleep

~Aesthetic~