#it's november!!! you know what that means!!!! ....school work hell

[breezy-cheezy]

Wow, October's over already?? Ok here's not-whumptober art LMAO

Cute lil Sanji from my read-through of One Piece that I redrew and colored :> (it's my discord PFP now) It's also getting heckin cold where I live so I felt this was appropriate to share, whew...

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Poly!plastics x Smartass!reader

Readers is a smartass plain and simple they do not know when to stop running their mouth someone telling them they look stupid? “That's what your mother said when you popped out.” it usually ends up in a fight win or lose reader will never shut the hell up

Magic Kisses

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, jock picks on reader, reader making smartass remarks, regina standing up for reader

|| Summary; during lunch, reader overhears a comment a jock makes about them. They take matters into their own hands, but Regina steps in before things get worse.

Requests closed!

Started; November 12th

Finished; November 12th

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Little thing about you, you never knew when to stop running your mouth. From morning to night you always seemed to have something to say. Usually some smartass remark in business that wasn't your own. Most of the time, your girlfriends found it pretty amusing. When it didn't land you in trouble.

Getting to school felt like such a rush this morning, you didn't realize how late it was until you heard the constant honk of Regina's horn. Clearly more than impatient as she waited for you. As you walked out of the house, she rolled her eyes and looked you up and down. "You look like you just rolled out of bed."

"Gee, thanks. Aren't you just a ray of sunshine this morning?" You huffed, getting into the back with Karen. Gretchen sat front seat next to Regina, feeling a little fidgety after your remark.

"So- so! Uh, sleep well, Y/N?" Gretchen asked, trying to make conversation and avoid looking at the glare Regina sent you. You just smiled sheepishly at the blonde, who rolled her eyes and started the jeep, before turning your attention to Gretchen.

"No, didn't get to sleep until late and then when I was asleep I kept waking up. And overslept past my alarm this morning." You sighed, leaning back against the seats of the jeep as Regina drove the four of you to school. Karen looked at you with a frown, noticing how tired you were. She gets an idea and immediately smiles. Karen cups your cheeks, giving you a kiss. You melted under her touch, lips moving against hers while one leg went over Karen's lap. Moving her closer. The kiss ended and you looked into her eyes. A little confused," what was the kiss for, baby?"

"Magic kisses. They help when you feel sad!" Karen said simply, giving you a pat on the head. You blinked, surprised by her response. Then laughed and smiled, already feeling a little better. Magic kisses, huh?

"Well hey, look at that. It worked." You gave her a kiss on the nose and she giggled.

Getting to school didn't take long; it was only about a five minute drive from your pace. When everyone got out of Regina's jeep, Gretchen skipped over to you. Looking happy as she pecked your lips and wrapped an arm around your waist," I hope your day's better than your night." She smiled at you and you smiled back, giving her ass a little squeeze while you held her close.

"Thanks, Gren." You gave her a proper kiss and she melted against you. It didn't take a lot to get Gretchen swooning. Regina and Karen walked ahead, Karen holding hands with Regina and babbling on about something. While Regina looked incredibly bored with the conversation. Just occasionally nodding her head.

School was boring right up until about lunch time. You sat with your girls, sitting comfortably next to Regina. The four of you making light conversation. Gretchen keeping you all up to date with the latest gossip. You left the table to go get another snack and passed by one of the jocks. Overhearing him say," I don't get why the plastics picked them. Like, they're just stupid. There's nothing special about them."

You glanced at the jock, raising an eyebrow that could only mean to say 'seriously?' and scoffed. Getting his attention. You folded your arms across your chest," I'm sure your mother said the same thing when you popped out." You retorted, a smirk growing on your face. His eyes widened and he looked at you. Both him and his buddy caught off guard for just a moment. Before they recovered.

"Listen here, you little shit-" He started walking towards you. Only for Regina to get in front of him. When you hadn't been paying attention, she walked over the moment she saw you talking with the jock. With the kind of mouth you had, she knew trouble would start. And she was right. Gretchen and Karen watched from the sidelines as the jock stuttered under Regina's glare," uh- Regina- heyyyy-"

"Apologize to them." Was all she said, hands rested on her hips. She just radiated power and dominance. The guys shared a glance, the jock that had spoken swallowed.

"I'm sorry..." He muttered through gritted teeth.

Regina rolled her eyes," not to me, to them." She pointed to you," while you're at it, get on your hands and knees." She smirked.

The jock looked utterly humiliated and humbled as he got down. Resting on both knees, head tilted up to you. The glare in his eyes ever present, showing just how much he hated this." I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you sure look it." You smirked and walked over to Regina, giving her a kiss. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close while you made out with her. The jock, though you couldn't see, looked incredibly jealous. When the kiss parted, Regina looked into your eyes and sighed. Losing the tension in her shoulders. She grabbed your hand and took you back over to their table. Damn, she was hot. Your eyes didn't leave her for the rest of lunch.

[sophiashifts]

first time shifting to resident evil storytime ٠ ⭑ ݁ .🕷️ ࣪ ✮₊ ˚

‼️disclaimer‼️

shifting to games like resident evil, silent hill, last of us, etc.. can be very intense most of the time and are not for everyone. this does not mean you shouldn’t be shifting to here just because it’s a lot to handle, i just recommend scripting safety hazards and making sure your mental health can handle realities like this. happy shifting 🤍

٠ ⭑ ݁ .♟️ִ ࣪ ✮₊ ˚.🕷️٠ ⭑ ݁ .♟️ִ ࣪ ✮

unfortunately, i forgot the date but i know for sure it was sometime in mid to late november— and i think it was a sunday as i had school the day after (whatever it’s not important tbh💀)

i had recently been in a great mindset at that time and i had reprogrammed my mind. i hadn’t used a method that night, i just meditated, said affirmations, then set the intention to wake up in my resident evil dr. this reality takes place in the events of raccoon city. it’s kind of like a mix of resident evil 2 and resident evil 3

i was woken up with loud banging on my door, i was confused because i didn’t have school that morning and didn’t have to be up for anything, as i opened my eyes i realized i had shifted. i was inside my apartment which was so much more cozy than i had expected. my room had so much decor and ugh i could go on forever about it ANYWAYS.. i had to take a few deep breaths because i knew if i didn’t i would probably just freak out.

btw, the banging was NOT scripted so obviously i expected the worse (a zombie😭) so i grabbed the gun on the kitchen counter as i opened the door, to see it was only leon. (as he lives in the same apartment complex as me) he was telling me how the zombie outbreak was getting worse by the second and we need to find out what’s going on and leave the city and i’m like dude i can’t go i have a lot of work to do for my job (im a journalist for the fbi, and at this time there was a LOT of things to do💀) but he convinces me i need to be safe blah blah blah okay whatever i go with him (but i make leon wait a minute bc no way i was going out in my pajamas…)

so we make our way out of the apartment and surprisingly only see one zombie which i literally shot?? hello that was so crazy to do 😭?? our main mission atp was to get somewhere safe where zombies couldn’t reach us and leon had already made a plan to go to the subway as he had found a map and said he knows the way, and then to the police station.

also, i wanna mention as we were getting to the subway mf nemesis appears?? and i wonder why the hell i didn’t script him out😭😭 we luckily got away but rest assured i scripted him out for my next shift🧍

so as we make our way to the subway, we run into carlos out of nowhere?? so we tell him we’re trying to get out to the subway and he should come with us and he decides to help us because leon got the directions wrong 🤦‍♀️

so me, leon, and carlos, got to the subway and went to raccoon city police department for answers, leon decided to split up from us as he went looking for survivors (dumbass could’ve died) while me and carlos stayed at the police station to search for anything. i had learned a lot about carlos that night and we came close

i had then shifted back because i had school the next day and already so much had happened. soooooo that was my first shift to resident evil if you read this whole thing i love you

let me know if you have any questions i’d be happy to answer 💗💗

[jessicaloons]

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 1

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Miss Americana

May 2019:

"And you’re sure you can handle it? I mean working here and college?" Peter Hastings was a nice, middle aged man, looking for a new nanny for his 6 year old son, Gabriel.

"I’ll wake him up at 7:15. Make breakfast and get him ready for school, drop him off at 8:30 and go to my classes. At 3 I’ll pick him up. Help him with his homework. Soccer on Monday and Wednesday. Piano lesson on Tuesday. Prepare dinner. Make him bed ready and then you’ll take over. Monday till Thursday. Fridays I’ll pick him up at 12. We’re going to the park, museum, zoo whatever. Have lunch and I’ll bring him home by 4, where you take over. And if you need a babysitter on the weekends, you’ll call me." Rachel repeated the schedule Mr. Hastings had presented her with, hoping he would hire her.

"Impressive. Well your report looks great, I understand why you’ve got a scholarship for the MCPHS. I’d say you’ve got the job." Mr. Hastings smiled at the girl.

"Thank you, Sir! Really!"

"Gabriel liked you, you have strong ambitions. I think you’re perfect. Now let’s talk money, shall we?" he clapped his hands and Rachel nodded.

With a full scholarship and a well paid job that still gave her enough time for her studies, she could start saving up money to get the hell out of Woburn, after graduating from college with her nursing degree hopefully.

"I know this was not what you applied for, but I’ll ask anyways, if you say no, you’ll still keep your job starting in fall!" her new boss said and she looked up "My current nanny, well she left, family emergency, so I would need someone from now on, during the summer until you’ll take over at the end of August. I know, you just graduated and probably already planned your summer, but I thought I ask anyways. Again, feel free to say no, the job is yours regardless. It’s only one more month of school and then it’s… well a full day job, I’m off for the entire August, but before that I’m loaded with events here and there…"

"I’ll do it." Rachel said immediately, every reason to leave Woburn earlier was a good reason.

"Yeah? You sure? I mean like I said, you don’t have to!" Mr. Hastings said but the girl shook her head.

"No it’s fine. Really. I have nothing planned. And like this I can get used to Boston."

"You can stay here. Our old nanny has her own studio in the backyard. That way you don’t have to drive every morning from Woburn to here."

"Are you sure? It’s no problem for me to drive!"

"With traffic in the morning you’ll be in the car for an hour or longer. That’s ridiculous. Come on I’ll show you the studio. You could even stay there when you start college. Thinking back to my college times? The dorms weren’t the nicest place to stay." he laughed and got up, leading the young girl outside through the kitchen.

"I mean. I haven’t seen my dorm yet… but from what I’ve heard, yeah, not the nicest place to stay indeed."

The studio was clean and modern. A kitchenette, a table with two chairs. Sofa, TV and a bed. A little bathroom. It was definitely more quiet and private than any dorm at her college.

"Are you sure it’s okay?" the girl asked.

"100%. It’s yours if you want it. Free of charge. You just have to keep it clean yourself. And if you want to bring friends over, just give me a little heads up."

Free of charge. The money she would safe. Only paying the tuition fee. The rest of her scholarship could go into her savings as well. She could leave home earlier than planned. It couldn’t get better than this.

"I guess I’m moving in then."

November 2021:

Rachel always dreaded driving home. The rare occasions over the past 2 years where she had driven home were all proof why it was better to stay away. But something in her father’s voice when he asked her if she would come home for his birthday gave her the chills. When she parked her car in the driveway of her rundown childhood home, she felt the pit in her stomach grow. Calming down her nerves she opened up the door, walking inside. The house smelt rancid. A mix of liquor, smoke and bleach.

"Dad?" the girl walked inside the dark living room when suddenly the light got switched on. She flinched looking at the man sitting in the armchair facing her.

"If it’s not Miss Americana fresh off of college." Tony.

"Where’s my dad?" her voice not as strong as she hoped.

"Come." he got up and dragged her outside with him.

"Stop. Tony! Let go of me!" Rachel tried to get away from him.

"Get in the car. You can do it on your own or I’ll make you." his jaw clenched.

The girl got inside. Shaking.

"Where’s my dad?" she repeated.

"Your dad… he pissed off a lot of people… he was a capo once… but his drinking? Mamma Mia… he became useless the day your mother died… fallen from capo to soldato… and now? A shame really…" he sneered.

"What did he do?" Rachel asked with a shaking voice.

"Oh bella, you know I can’t tell you. Otherwise I’d have to kill you. And I really don’t want to kill such a pretty girl." he laughed and the girl swallowed hard "Just know that he owes a lot of people a lot of money…"

They drove to Winchester and the girl knew immediately where they were going.

"When was the last time you were here? When your mother died?" he asked, although he didn’t sound one bit empathetic "A long time ago… then again, it’s never a good sign if you have to go to Winchester… our family parties are usually held somewhere else…"

The driveway up the hill to the dark manor made Rachel’s insides churn.

"Get out." Tony parked the car and she did as told, following him inside.

"Oh Rachel! Mia bellissima ragazza! Look at you! What a beautiful, beautiful young lady! You should look for a girl like her, Anthony, not the skanks you’re going for." Rosaria Romano pulled Rachel in her arms, before kissing her cheeks "The last time I saw you was before you left for college and now look at you! You’re skinny! Don’t they feed you well at college? All the money they take and then not feeding their students? Che cavolo! You’re staying for dinner! Anthony, tell your father I’m feeding this sweet girl first, before he can talk to her!"

"Mamma! She’s not here to eat!" Tony grabbed the girls arm, but he shrugged away under the cold, hard gaze of his mother. He rolled his eyes, walking away, cursing in Italian.

"Now come, mia ragazza, you can help me with dinner." Rosaria lead her into the kitchen where already a handful of women were cooking away "Here, put that on. We don’t want your beautiful outfit to get stained with pomodori!"

The next hour Rachel cooked together with the ladies, told them about college and how her life was going. She knew all too well that she couldn’t tell them everything. Giving away too much was dangerous, so she lied mostly.

"And what about the boys at college? Someone special there for you?" nonna Viola asked right as Tony came back.

"She’s coming with me now." he grabbed Rachel’s arm, pulling her with him. A muscle ticked at his jaw. His hold on her arm made her whimper in pain.

"Anthony! You hurt her! Stop! Don’t make me swing my mattarello at you!" nonna Viola raised her rolling pin and Anthony let go of the girls arm "There you go, stupido!"

"Come." he glared at the girl who took off the apron, handing it Rosaria.

"When the men have finished whatever their having to talk about now, we’re finishing our conversation, Rachel." she smiled and Rachel nodded.

As she followed Tony down a long, dark hallway the bad feeling she had, since hearing her father’s voice on the phone earlier that day, only intensified.

When they stopped in front of a big oak door Tony pushed Rachel hard against it, caving her in. His nose rubbing down her cheek. His breath reeked of smoke and liquor.

"You won’t like what’s happening next and let me tell you, I understand you. But then again… mhhh look at you." he whispered in her ear, making the girl shudder "My mother wasn’t that wrong, I should go for a girl like you…"

"Anthony?" Don Vito’s cold voice rang out through the door.

"We’re here, papa!" Tony said with a sadistic grin.

"Bring her in then. We have a lot to do."

January 2022:

"Miss Lombardi? Miss Lombardi!" the screeching voice of Professor Cullers made Rachel flinch "Ah great. You are with us again… well, do you know the answer, to Miss Edwards question?"

"I- umm… I don’t. No." the girl looked at her professor "Sorry."

"Maybe stop daydreaming then and start listening to what I’m teaching you."

"Yes, ma’am." she nodded.

The rest of the class Rachel kept writing down everything Professor Cullers said, listening carefully and when the bell rang she was one of the last to leave.

"What’s going on with you?" Stuart asked, waiting at the door for her.

"What do you mean?" they walked side by side to their next course.

"You’re absent. Pretty often. For weeks now…"

"It’s nothing. I’m fine. I promise." Rachel faked a smile and Stuart sighed.

"Ok, cut the crap. What’s going on? Since you left for your father’s birthday a couple of weeks ago, you’re acting strange… what happened at home Rachel?" he looked at her and she took a deep breath, shaking her head.

Stuart was the only friend she made in college, he didn’t talk much, but there was a sense of understanding between the two after she accidentally overheard a conversation between him and a stranger behind the cafeteria one day. Rachel since knew that their backstory was similar and that he broke off all ties to his old life. He would understand her, if she told him what happened. But then again, she knew that she might endanger him if she told him too much.

"How hard was it? Leaving everything behind? Cutting off all ties to your family?" she asked instead and Stuart contemplated his answer for a moment.

"It wasn’t easy, that’s for sure. But I had to do it, so I powered through…"

"But I mean… how did you do it? Where did you get your new identity from? What happened to your old one?" the blonde girl pressed.

"I know a guy who knows a guy… but it costs a lot… also, starting a new life somewhere new isn’t for free either."

Rachel thought for a second, all the money she saved from her scholarship so far, because she only had to pay for the tuition fee and work materials. All the money she saved from working for Peter, which she barely had touched. It was a nice little sum and should keep her afloat for a while.

"Why are you asking me all this? What happened?" Stuart asked again and Rachel sighed "You can tell me, Rach. Nothing you can say will scare me away… I know how you grew up… I know how it is… so come on, tell me."

"I need to leave. Like for real… I always planned on moving to Boston after college, but they won’t let me… I only have time after graduation and then my old life will catch up with me again… I will be pulled into this mess that my life is if I don’t run away." Rachel almost whispered and her friend looked at her wide eyed "They wanted me to leave college immediately but I managed to convince them that a nurse with a degree and all qualifications is more helpful, more useful for them, so they agreed, but as soon as I graduate they will take me back to Woburn or rather Winchester… I can’t go back, Stuart…"

"And you shouldn’t have to go back, but Rach this is a dangerous thing to do? Killing off your old self, start a new life… it’s going to cost you more than just money…" Stuart said and Rachel nodded.

"I’m willing to do whatever it takes…" the young girl said determined.

"Then I’ll help you. But it won’t be easy…"

"Everything is better than staying here…"

"I need to make a few calls, then we’ll see." Stuart smiled at her.

"Thanks Stu. You’re a good friend." Rachel squeezed his hand.

"I’m currently your only friend… so that’s that."

"True…"

April 2022:

"Rachel? There’s a letter for you!"

"Thanks, Peter!" the girl took the letter from the counter, while stirring the pasta sauce "Waterman and Krieger? What is that?" she asked when she saw the sender of the letter.

"They’re a law firm. Inheritance law if I’m not mistaken." Peter looked up from his newspaper.

"Inheritance law?" Rachel ripped the envelope open, unfolding the letter. She went silent, staring at the letter, the pasta sauce bubbling.

"Rach? Hey? Rach?" Peter grabbed the sauce pan and shoved it off the stove top "What happened?" he looked at the girl worriedly.

"My- umm… my mom… she left me some money…" Rachel said slowly, looking at Peter "They write that mom set up a trust fund for me before her death. I have access to the money when I turn 21. Which is in three months."

"Oh wow…" Peter squeezed her shoulder "Do you need a moment? I can finish up dinner and I’ll send Gabe to get you when it’s ready?"

"Is that okay?" the brunette asked and he nodded "Thank you."

Back in her studio she looked at the letter and saw that there was also another smaller envelope inside. She knew the handwriting immediately.

My sweet Rachel,

when you read this letter it means I am no longer around to gift you with my last treasure.

Every money I earned from winning beauty pageants and later from working and that wasn’t needed, I put aside for you.

I know you’re a smart girl and every college would offer you a full scholarship, but just to make sure that if not, we have the money.

I never told your dad about this money, I was too afraid that he would use it. Your father is a great man and I love him dearly. But he’s surrounded himself with the wrong people, they poisoned his mind. And over time he had to drink more and more to forget what he had to do daily for Don Vito.

Please don’t tell him about the money. Keep it to yourself. It’s enough for a fresh start, if you know what I mean.

I’m sorry, that I couldn’t be by your side for longer. That I couldn’t give you the home that you deserved.

Promise me to live a good life. Go live your dreams. But please never forget that I love you, my little Miss Americana.

Love always,

Mom

Rachel leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. When her mother died, she felt lost, didn’t know how to move forward, didn’t know how to continue with her life. Her father lost himself in alcohol, maybe even drugs. He disappeared for days, just to be laid down on the front porch by some of the men he worked with and for Rachel to get him inside, making sure he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. She knew what he was doing. She knew who he worked for. From the day she was born she was part of a world she never wanted to be in, as she later realised. Movies and pop culture didn’t do this life justice. It wasn’t glorious or mysterious. It was scary and dark. Where other kids her age went to school and made new friends Rachel always had to stick to the kids from the family. To make sure she wouldn’t spill anything about her father’s work. Her mother had to fight hard with her husband to allow her to take Rachel to beauty pageants, after the little girl watched her mother getting dolled up for numerous pageants herself and wanting to be just like her when she was older. Rachel was talented, just like her mother. Her beauty apparent from a young age and it didn’t take long for her to win her first pageant. She loved competing in pageants. But what she loved even more was the time she spent with her mother. She was always so carefree and happy at the contests, a stark contrast to her usually quiet and almost depressed personality at home. She was always trying to not show Rachel how sad and worried she really was, but unfortunately it didn’t work out and Rachel had asked her more than once what was going on and why she was so sad.

"It’s nothing, my little Miss Americana, grown up stuff, nothing to worry about for you, my pretty girl." she had always said, followed by a kiss on Rachel’s forehead and a "I love you, my Rachel."

But with every year she got older she figured out more and more why her mother was so sad. And why the only times she was happy, careless and free, was when they went to pageants together. Because for a short while she could forget in what danger she was living with her daughter. What her husband did for a living. And the fear of the day where she, or worse Rachel, would have to pay the price of her husband’s job.

Ultimately she paid the price. After Rachel won the Miss Teen USA pageant in September 2016, and she had floated on cloud 9, her mother decided she deserved a treat and on the way home from Boston, where the pageant was held, she stopped at a little diner.

Rachel remembered how her mother ordered a strawberry milkshake and fries, she herself got a chocolate milkshake and fries and as soon as their food had arrived her mother looked around, a big grin on her lips before she nodded.

"No one’s watching… go!" she chimed and began dipping her fries into her milkshake.

Rachel laughed but did the same. Her father was always grossed out when his wife and daughter did that, laughing at them for their craziness, saying they better watch out or the food police would arrest them.

They were so happy that evening, her mother saying a million times how proud she was of her and what amazing and exciting times were ahead now for Rachel. But that happiness was gone in an instant when 2 men entered the dinner and her mother’s face turned to stone. She stopped laughing and looked at her daughter, shaking her head. To not draw any attention to them she silently held up her hand when the waitress looked over to them, signalling for her to come over. Paying in silence Rachel’s mother took her by the hand, guiding her outside, back into the car where she locked to doors immediately, starting the engine. She remembered how her mother called her father, telling him that two of Volkov’s men were at the diner. But before she could say anything she looked into the rear view mirror, her face turning pale when she told her husband that they were being followed. It didn’t take long for her mother to speed down the main road leading into Woburn, faster than ever before in her entire life. On speaker Rachel’s father telling her that their men were already on the way. But it was too late. She felt her mother grab onto her hand, clutching it tightly in her own, when the car was hit with something and soared through the air. She closed her eyes, holding onto the grab handle, listening to the sounds around her, when a searing pain shot through her left thigh. The pain was mind numbing and she tried her best to not focus on it. She tried to listen to the sounds around her but after a short while she only heard her own blood rushing into her ears. Then she felt her mother squeezing her hand and she opened her eyes, her first look was on the bright digital watch in the dashboard, then her mother squeezed her hand again and Rachel turned her head a little, looking at her.

"I’m so sorry, my beautiful Rachel. I love you so much." her final words as Rachel later had to find out.

After that night her father was never the same again. After that night Rachel was never the same again. She had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days, the doctors all confident that with the right care the wound on her right thigh, caused by an open break of her femur, would heal without leaving a big scar, so she could still compete in beauty pageants. But to her it didn’t matter. Without her mother she didn’t plan on continuing. And because of her not responding to any of the calls, mails or letters from the Miss Teen USA committee, regarding her upcoming tour through the United States, they stripped her off her title 6 weeks later, appointing her runner up, Caitlyn Summers, as new Miss Teen USA 2016.

Rachel absentmindedly rubbed her thigh, feeling the scarred skin through the thin fabric of her leggings. A reminder of the night that changed her life forever. That destroyed her life forever. She had to blink away tears, wiping her cheeks when Gabe knocked on the door, making her flinch.

"Rach! Dinner is ready!" his happy voice sounded through the door and the young girl cleared her throat.

"I’m coming in a minute Gabe!" she replied and listened to the sound of his steps on the gravel.

Rachel got up and looked into the mirror, wiping away the last remaining tears. It had been a while since she thought back to that night. The memories still too hurtful and real. After a minute of composure she followed Gabe back into the main house trying her best to not show the emotional turmoil she was feeling.

When Rachel went to bed that night she felt exhausted, drained, but also determined. Determined to escape her life in Woburn. Or Winchester. Escape her family. Live a happy life, just like her mother wanted her to. She would honour her mother’s last wish, give her all to do so. No matter what.

Chapter 1 - and that’s it. First chapter done. I tried something new this time, writing this story from a third-person perspective and also switching between Miss Americana/The Heartbreak Prince centred chapters. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! 🩷💜

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[spliff-sparkledog]

'It's not all tails and masks!'

Tiktok has tarnished the true meaning of therianthropy and pushed the community back. Let's get a definition up first.

According to the therian Fandom.com page,

"Therianthropy is a genuine intrinsic experience of having a non-human animal identity. A Therianthrope or therian for short, is someone who identifies as the animal. This identity may be experienced through physical sensations (such as phantom limbs or movement patterns), psychological aspects (such as thought patterns or instincts), and spiritual understanding of one's nature."

Currently, most tiktok videos seem to state therianthropy as a non-physical or more spiritual based ideology. This is not true. Therianthropy is an identity it is not completely voluntary. Watering it down to a simple idea or funny trend absolutely erases the huge amounts of history Therianthropy as a culture has created. Therianthropy dates back to the 1960s, that's over 60 years of change, acceptance and pride in identity.

If we really want to be generous, we could use the mythological definition, defined by wikipedia. (Shitty source I know).

Therianthropes are any mythical shapeshifters that are known to (in)voluntarily transform between the forms of a human being, a non-human animal, or a human-animal hybrid. They may be humans who transform into animals, animals who transform into humans, or some other type of entity with shapeshifting powers.

According to a quick google search, this would set therians to be around since the beginning of humanity. The oldest depictions of therianthropy originate in an ancient cave, dated around 43,900 years old. The cave paintings depict humanoid beings with animalistic heads.

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Tiktok is definitely tarnishing the community, creating new definitions which are either different 'kin' terms; (i.e. Alterhuman, Otherkin, Otherhearted, Animalhearted, ETC). Humanity is not ready to accept therianthropy yet, and that is clear from how odd our community is. Creating new definitions and concepts could muddy the waters even more.

It's not all masks and gear, it's personal struggle as well. As a physical therian I feel major dysphoria, even to the points where I break down and have to sleep or shower it off. Hell, last week when I was under the influence of CBD, I got a huge species dysphoria hit, causing me to not even be able to walk right and have weak legs, only being able to walk on all fours. Thankfully it was late at night and I was just in my room, but still, therianthropy isn't just a fun little trend, it's an identity that can cause severe body dysphoria and even pain with rough mental shifts.

Dysphoria is the next and final topic I will be speaking on. It affects the whole body, head, limbs, torso, genitals and mind. With the whole therian packer discourse that went on back in November, it's very clear that tiktok doesn't understand how therianthropy truly works. If you are a therian without species dysphoria, the least you can do is sympathize with those who do suffer from it, not exclude them or push them away. The creator got doxxed, harassed and even school calls over how unaccepting tiktok therians can be.

There was also a heavy double standard on there, with 'popufurs' calling him out and then praising or even buying from companies that sculpt actual erect animal genitalia for sexual pleasure. The whole controversy really ruined how physical and dysphoric therians are viewed on tiktok. To this day I still receive DMs containing mindless accusations and even mild ableism towards my system over the packer I made and only showed off to farm views. Hell, my entire ex friend group views me as a zoophile and some WERE therians.

The second you discriminate against another therian in this community for being physical or having species dysphoria, I do not view you as a therian. We are a small group, family even, and we should not be excluding others from our worldwide pack for how they want to identify, with what they want to put in their pants, with what they want to do. It's not issue! As long as they have no intention to harm others, there is no issue or reason to shun.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You’re the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 5

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NOVEMBER 23RD 2020

Incoming text from Josh Fatu: good morning, can’t wait to see u tonite ❤️

Airielle stared at the text message with a smile on her face. Even though she was happy she was also extremely nervous, this would be her first date in 3 years since…Airielle quickly shook her head trying to get rid of those thoughts. She jumped when Yasmine burst through the door carrying shopping bags. Airielle rolled her eyes as Yasmine passed her a Victoria’s Secret bag. 

“Just something sexy to wear.” Airielle laughed and thanked her. “You nervous? It’s been a while since you been on a date.” Yasmine paused “Even though I still think those other two should count but whatever.” She shrugged. 

“Yeah im freaking the fuck out honestly.” Yasmine reached over and grabbed Airielle’s hands, giving them a squeeze. 

“Just remember, you are not defined by what happened to you. You are the light that refused to surrender.” Airielle smiled softly and looked away from Yasmine. “I know I give you shit about getting back in the dating scene,” Yasmine grabbed Airielle’s cheeks to make her look back at her. “But I just want you to know how proud of you I am. Just have fun and be free.” Airielle pulled Yasmine to her in a tight hug. 

“Yo bro.” Josh looked over at the door when Jon came strolling through. 

“I know this ya house, but I could’ve been naked.” Jon shrugged and plopped his body down on the bed. 

“You ready for tonight? I can’t believe she actually agreed to go out with you.” Josh sucked his teeth and glared over at his twin. 

“What the hell that's supposed to mean?” 

“You ugly as fuck uce” Jon laughed then held his hand up, trying to shield his face and body from Josh’s hits. “Aight, Aight Damn.” 

“If I'm ugly, you ugly. We twins jackass.” 

“I hope you got my girl some roses.” Trin said as she came into the room and sat on the bed next to Jon. Josh nodded and scrubbed his hand over his face. If there was an emotion beyond nervousness, that's what he was. Trinity noticed and placed her hand on his shoulder. 

“This gon be my first- first date since high school man, The last time I was this nervous was with the boy’s mom.” Jon and Trinity winced at the fact he wouldn’t say his ex-wife’s name. “And I was fifteen, i’m thirty-fucking five, why am I so nervous?” 

“Cause you like her uce. And technically yall already went on y’alls first date.” Trinity nodded her head in agreement. “Just be yourself man, she gon fall in love with you.” 

Airielle looked at the clock and cursed. Josh was supposed to be at her place in 30 minutes and she still didn’t decide which dress to wear. She let out a sigh of relief when Yasmine came into her room holding her IPad, on facetime with their other cousin Ashley. 

“As the family fashion expert. We need your help.” Yasmine flipped the camera and showed Ashley all of the dress, shoes and jewelry options they had. 

“Bitch are those my earrings!” Yasmine rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. 

“Focus Ashley-” 

“I’ve been looking for them everywhere hoe!” Airielle giggled and took the IPAD from Yasmine, turning the camera to herself. 

“I need your opinion Ash, I’m stuck.” Ashley rolled her eyes and nodded. 

“Fine,” She muttered. “Show me again.”  

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Yasmine had just finished curling the last piece of Airielle’s hair when there was a knock at the front door. Airielle felt like she had to throw up. She was about to run into the bathroom when Yasmine stopped her and pushed her towards the door. 

“No running. Go enjoy yourself.” Airielle nodded and took a deep breath before opening the door. 

“Damn,” Josh said lowly, licking his lips as he shamelessly raked his eyes over her body. “I mean,” he cleared his throat. “You look beautiful.” He felt his cheeks heat up as he passed her the bouquet of white, red and pink roses. 

Airielle took them. “These are so pretty.” She said as she lifted them to her nose to smell them. 

“I mean, beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.” They both stared at each other before bursting out into laughter. 

“That was so corny,” She said as she shut her apartment door and started walking towards the elevator. He chuckled as he followed her. 

“Yeah aint gon’ lie. That wasn’t my best work.” 

Josh had just pulled up in front of the restaurant and Airielle was about to get out of the car when Josh stopped her. 

“Whoa, whatchu’ doin?” Airielle froze with one of her hands on the handle of the car door. She turned her head and frowned at him. “Opening the door?” She said as more of question and Josh chuckled. 

“Nah, don’t touch that.” He said getting out and rushing over so he could open the door for her. “I got you.” He said as he held out his hand for her to grab. She rolled her eyes with a smile and grabbed his hand, letting him help her out of the car. She smiled wider when he didn’t let go of her hand as they started walking towards the restaurant. He only let go of her hand to hand the valet his keys and a twenty dollar tip. 

“Wow, this place is nice.” She said as the host led them to their table. She smiled at Josh as he pulled out her chair for her. 

“Yeah, Jon recommended it. Said he takes Trin here all the time.”  They sat there in silence. Glancing at each other over their menus, sending secret smiles to each other. 

“So i’ve been told.”Airielle started off, breaking the silence between them. “We technically already had our first date.” Josh nodded with a chuckle. 

“I mean, technically yeah. So what this’ll be our.” He stopped to count on his fingers making her scoff. “Third date.” 

“You did not just count to three on your fingers.” He shrugged with a laugh as the waiter came over to take their orders. Once he walked away Airielle turned her attention back to Josh. “Ok, so tell me something about you that I don’t know.” 

“Damn,” Josh said as he blew out a breath of air. “I can play the piano.” 

“Oh wow foreal?” She asked, eyebrows raised in shock and he nodded. 

“Yeah, me and my brothers. My momma kept us busy so we weren’t tearing up her house. It was so much shit she put us in man, uh- karate, soccer, baseball. Man, any sport that you could think of my mom had me and my brothers there. No your turn.” 

She placed her chin on her palm and smiled at him. “I used to dance and cheer competitively. My parents' garage is literally full of medals and trophies.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him when he started to smirk. “That’s kinda hot.” 

“I was a kid Josh.” She chuckled and threw a piece of her dinner roll at him when he shrugged. 

The rest of their date went amazing. They never ran out of stuff to talk about. They didn’t even realize they were the last two people in the restaurant until the waiter came over to tell them. 

On the ride back to her apartment, they stopped to grab some ice cream. Neither one of them wanted the night to end. After he parked in her complex’s garage they walked slowly to her apartment, holding hands. 

“This was like the best date I've ever been on.” She said, turning towards him as they stopped in front of her door. Her statement made him feel good. 

“Yeah? Me too.” He said with a wide smile. Airielle was about to turn to walk into her apartment when Josh stopped her by grabbing her hand. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and Airielle nodded immediately. She honestly thought she would have to make the first move. He grinned before pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her waist. He hesitated before leaning head forward and capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. They stood there, lost in eachother only breaking apart at the sound of a loud squeal and a loud clanging sound, like something had dropped coming from inside Airielle’s apartment. 

“Sorry.” They both chuckled at Yasmine’s muffled voice. He gave her another kiss before telling her that he would text her when he got home. After he walked away, Yasmine ripped open the door and yanked Airielle inside. 

“Bitch tell me everything.” 

Happy Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it.)

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[yourbestprincess]

HIIII! I was wondering if u could write a michael afton x fem reader smutt where they're coworkers as security guards and they kinda hate each other but somehow end up f-ing at work? Kind of like enemies to lovers :D thank uuu

YES OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH 🙏

WARNINGS- Smut 🫶, Fem!reader/Dom!Michael afton, lap sitting, kissing, p in v, creampies, Mike being super possessive, enemies to loves trope 🙏, Mikey falling for you, vulgar language (you should know that by now), slut shaming, daddy kink..,SLIGHT humiliation IF you squint. Enjoy!!! :3

BEEP! BEEP!

You flinch out of your sleep. The alarm clock on your cutesy nightstand said 11:00pm.

“Stupid ass alarm..” you mutter to yourself, barely awake. You dread going to work most days. It’s not the job itself, the jobs great, kinda. It’s a fun adrenaline rush, but what you hate the most, is Michael. Michael Afton. You had known the guy since high school. You always thought he was the cutest and most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on, but man, was he a jerk. He was so rude to you, especially.

Why me…

You think about the times back in 83’ where he would bully the hell out of you. At some point in the midst of him treating you like a dog, you begun to treat him equally. The bulling never stopped, even if you wanted it to. Michael was always so nice to everyone else, but he would say the meanest things to you, and you didn’t even deserve it. Poor thing.

It was a terrible miracle to work with Michael. You got to be around him all the time and he was almost warming up to you. The bulling was never as bad as it was in high school, but you still dreamed of being adored by him.

You move yourself gently to the edge of your pretty pink bed and slide off, putting your slippers on so your feet don’t get cold on the wood floor. You grab your black skirt and black t-shirt, then lastly slide the security vest over it. You put your black converse on, pretty pink ribbon as laces. You gain the willpower to move yourself to the bathroom. You brush your teeth and put light makeup on so that you don’t look half-dead.

After readying yourself, you grab your purse and keys. You go out to your car, already freezing from the coldness of November. You blast the heat in your car as you drive off to go to the best worst office.

I hope I’m here first. You think to yourself. I need to be here before Michael. You were usually there early anyway. 11:30, on the dot.

You quickly walk up to the front door and shakily get out the key for the door.

“Mrs. Early bird, huh.”

You turn around before putting the key in the lock. It was Michael. He was there early, for once.

“Yeah? what about it.” You say back, reluctance in your voice because you don’t feel like getting bullied tonight.

“Didn’t know you got here so early.” He roughly grabs your arm and turns you towards him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

The sudden jerk of your body sent shock flowing through you. “o-oh, yeah. m’ sorry mike.” You said, blush burning at your nose and cheeks.

“Lemme unlock it cause you can’t seem to be able to do such a simple thing, princess.” Michael scoffs to himself.

Did he just call me princess? You turn even more red from the sudden ‘kindness’

After he unlocks the door, both of you get inside and rush to the office.

Michael looks down, into your eyes. “Okay dork,” his British accent is faded, but still there. “I’m working on the left today, so you take the right. I’m trusting you on that side.” He mustered out.

“Oh, um, okay, I guess.” You look back up at him.

“Mike, I just got one question.” You spoke.

He rolls his eyes at your statement . “And that is?”

“Why are you still so mean t’ me? I don’t think I deserve it.” The red, still flushed over your nose and cheeks as you speak.

“I- I um, I don’t really know. I don’t think I know how to stop.” Michael says, completely phased by the question.

“You knew how I felt about you in high school. Why did you push me away? Why did you resort to making us enemies?” You speak as you check down the hall with the built in light.

Fuck. You think to yourself. I said too much.

“I gotta go check on the…uh, whatever. I’ll be back.” Michael walks away with watery eyes, maybe you did say too much, or maybe you said it wrong? The feeling of messing up more with Michael makes you feel like you’re sinking.

You sit in the chair that Michael usually sits in. It was comfy and had a big cushion in the back. You tuck your knees into your oversized t-shirt and pick at your nails, waiting for him.

“MIIIKE! hurry up! It’s 11:50!” You yell across the pizzeria, hoping he would come soon, considering the time.

Did he leave me here all by myself..?

You hear fast footsteps outside the left door, holding something in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” He comes up to you, pries your hand open, and let’s you grab onto what he was holding… a plush version of Chicas’ cupcake.

“My da- I mean, the owner won’t care if you take this.” He said softly.

His dad?

You smile warmly, “Thanks Mike.”

He looks into your dark brown puppy eyes, “listen, I’m sorry about the past. I was and still am an asshole, I know, I’m sorry.” He sighs, “All I’ve ever wanted to do was to treat you good. I couldn’t stand you being with anyone else that wasn’t me.” He covers his face with his hands.

“It’s okay Mike. I forgive you. Y’know It was always obvious how much I liked you in high school.” You say, flustered.

“I- really? You did? I didn’t kn-“ before he can finish his sentence, you move grab his face gently and pull him in to look in your deep gaze.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” He says shyly, the bully in him leaving rather quickly.

You nod as Michael pulls you closer. Both of you indulge in the kiss, taking as much time that feels right.

You pull back, “Mikey…you feel so..good.” He picks you up, off the chair and sits down in your spot. He motions you to come sit on his lap, and you do.

“I’m so sorry, princess. Just wanna treat you so good. I need to make you feel so good, baby.” He slurs out.

“Please..” you whine, grinding yourself against him. At this point, his jeans will have a wet mark on them because of you.

Michael unbuttons and then unzips his pants, letting you rub his clothed hard and veiny cock.

You began to be impatient, so you take matters into your own hands and slide down his boxers. His cock springs out.

“Mike..how are you going to fit-“ your words being silenced by his lips again.

He lifts you up closer to his shaft and moves your soaked lacy pink panties to the side so that he can get access to your pretty pink pussy.

“Like this, baby.” He says as he shoves his length inside of you, making you whine like a bitch in heat.

“AH- fuck! Michael! Too much…t’ much…” your words become slurred by the pleasure of Michaels lengthy pushing on your g-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Atta girl, just like that baby.” Michael growls and whimpers from you bouncing on him over and over again.

“Mikey…feel so good in me, ugh can’t take it~ feels so good!” You whine out as you get pounded by him.

“Sweetheart, I’m sososo sorry. I needed to fuck your tight pussy so fucking bad baby.” Michael yells out. He picks you up and makes you bend over the desk.

He chuckles, “Better check those cameras while i fucking pound you, pretty girl.”

You turn the cams on, looking for any missing animatronics.

“looks clear for now..”

“Good job, princess. You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He giggles, “I bet you fucking love this don’t you. God your just such a slut for my cock aren’t you sweetheart?” He says pridefully. His words cause you to whine out.

“Oh cmon baby, just cause I don’t treat you like shit anymore doesn’t mean I don’t get to tease you, and both us know you fuckin’ love it.”

“Mikey…t” much…it hurts! Slow down!!” You whimper

“Oh yeah? I know you can take me. That’s what good girls do, baby. They take it like a good fuckin’ slut. Now, don’t you love?” He says as he picks up the pace, slamming into your walls.

“Oh fu- Daddy..~” you moan out, getting close to your orgasm, white heat flowing over you, taking over your body.

“Say that again.” Michael demands.

“Wh-“ you barely say before Michael thrusts deeply and painfully into you.

“I said fuckin’ say it, I didn’t studder now did I princess? You better say it before I don’t let you cum all over my cock.” He growls.

You whine and yelp, but you know you need to cum now, there’s no reason to fight it now.

“Fuck~ daddy… I need t’ cum so bad daddy! Please mikey, m’ so close…” you cry out. Your pussy grips him tightly, practically begging to cum.

“Holy- yesss, that’s fucking it. Good girl. Cum for daddy, just like that baby. Fuck yourself dumb on daddy cock.” The white heat fills up both of you as you go dumb by being fucked this hard.

“Mikey! I’m cumming, pleasepleaseplease-“ you helplessly cry out, Poor baby.

“Fuck! Me too, sweetheart, where do you want it?” Michael groans.

“Inside, please…”

“You want me to…fuck…breed you?”

“Yes! please daddy! I- ’m cumming!!” He continues to thrust into you sloppily, forcing his cum inside of you.

“Oh- oh my god- you feel so…so good.” Michael falls into your back, having his still-hard cock inside of you. His breath trickles down by the crook of your neck as your catch your breath.

“Oh shit! Check outside the doors!” Michael pulls out of you and looks outside of the left door.

“Fuck! Bonnie!” He slams the door down.

“Maybe next time we do this at my house, hm?” He says leaning against the door.

TO BE CONTINUED-

[imjustabeanie]

Matchup exchange

For @november-solarstorms

Not gonna lie your match was difficult and it's because of the fandom. Kuroshitsuji characters are hard to write in general without going too oc. Also it would be so ironic if we picked the same guy...it was nice talking with you

Your Black butler match is....Undertaker!

Now the match was very obvious. I did hesitate with Sebastian but after speaking to you I ruled him out. Undertaker seems like a more fitting match to your calm yet passionate personality. I also ruled out William as he’s too serious and frankly you two would make a good team but will need a third party to break the ice.

I was thinking to include your current life in the scenario. You’re a medicine student, field imposes that you get anatomy knowledge. Undertaker is…well it’s in his title! Your school had an agreement with him where students could assist to his job and gain practice. Most of them didn’t like going with him due to his eccentric personality. But those who went could only praise his work and the experience they gained with him. That’s why you picked him. And he liked teasing you, as you’re tough to crack and a loner. You sometimes remind him of Ciel. Actually you remind me of Ciel a lot but it would be weird in a romantic match to say that considering his link to Ciel.

Despite your aloof and quiet personality, Undertaker enjoys your serious and hardworking side. Plus he knows when to get down to business and wouldn’t damper on the knowledge he’s giving you. It’s just he wants to see your nicer side more with all the time you two spent together. That’s why he has the patience to finally crack you down after months. It started with banters and some teasing. Oh the whole building shook when you finally cracked a joke. In conclusion, your friendship started with him working on getting you to warm up with jokes and bribery till he won. But you’re still a hardworking and successful duo. He finds himself teaching you more as you catch on quick and can analyze fast. Hell he even gave you some cases to try and crack. Undertaker will then tell you if you’re right or wrong over tea.

Undertaker isn’t difficult to get along with, especially when he wants to. The very hard part is actually getting to know the real him and dating him. To whoever read the manga or saw the movies you know what I mean. He hid a lot of things for years if not centuries! None got close to him besides Vincent Phantomhives. Undertaker realized he valued you as a person and not just an acquaintance from one of his jobs when you expressed interest into joining that famous cruise….His mind already went to the worse scenarios and he got serious. That’s one of the rare times where you saw another, more honest side of him. It’s when he told you not to go, and even spoiled it a little by saying there’s going to be dubious events due to an auction made by a cruise. It’s natural for you to be curious, to press more, and to know he was somehow involved. Now what prompted him to tell the truth is something even he doesn’t really know. It was out of character but Undertaker doesn’t want to live with regrets if something happened to you. Finding people who can tolerate him is rare, finding someone who can befriend him and get him to remember them is a real chore. The last ones died early, he can’t let this one go too. He shall give you space and go on the cruise. After he comes back he’ll invite you for tea and well lay a lot of information down. After all, he genuinely enjoys your company. And it would be a shame if his now enemies targeted you and turned you against him. Undertaker doesn’t want to kill a possible friend.

It’s from that moment that Undertaker sees you in a different light. You go from close acquaintance to confident. He can give you more advices and uses his connections to make sure you can engage in any thrill seeking activity you want. It’s a whole new person, you have access to a more honest century long wisdom. While you get to know the real Undertaker, aka Adrien, he finds himself wanting to be closer to you. Once he realizes it, he at least has the decency to be romantic. To deepen your connections and get a high ranking and paying job, you need to attend social events. Undertaker will manage to get an invite for you and will invite you.

“Dearest, would you consider going with me not as a friend but a potential lover?”

Yeah that’s how he confessed. Good thing you accepted or it would’ve been awkward.

Undertaker is a mysterious boyfriend. He can disappear for days and then returns late at night. I can imagine him barging into your room from the window and saying

“Darling! Guess whose back from the psych ward!”

If you know the video you know. So yeah he is full of surprises. But he is also very romantic. His love is in actions and little gifts. Flowers every week, dates whenever he can, meetings. He helps you out in whatever you want and always has your back. He enjoys joining on your reckless behavior as he knows he can save you if anything bad happens like an incident while diving. But Adrien will scold you if anything bad happens. And the staff will face an angry grim reaper who will coldly remind them of what could’ve happened.

Undertaker is quite protective. He knows you can take care of yourself but it’s the outside factors that worry him. You never know when the queen of England can send an angel to immolate you. That’s why he pops up where you are when he can and makes sure to keep your relationship private, until he shows everyone his hidden agenda that is. When this happens he will insist you live nearby. After all, his now enemies have no qualms and will go after you to reach him. Hell if he can he would send you to another country to do whatever you want. He’ll get you a job offer there, anything so that none can trace and hurt you. I think these kind of moments would be the only ones where you two fight as he can be quite too much. It’s as if he believes you can’t protect yourself. Hopefully both of you will communicate well in these moments.

In private you two are very close and share wholesome moments. From dancing in the kitchen and Adrien counting his past to exploring ruins only he knows about. His free days are scarce but he always makes the most out of them. He helps you work out on emotions by giving you tips he picked up over the years and you help him find love again. Your house is now decorated in various trinkets and even magic books. He swims in the mystical and doesn’t mind teaching you about it. Hell you two will even make some potions from time to time. He’ll only put a stop on dark magic as he doesn’t want you to fall down that path.

Undertaker loves taking pictures of you two. He knows that a together forever would be a rather grim ending that’s why he makes the most out of the present and wants tangible proof for him to live in the past once he collects your soul. While he dreams of a perfect picture ending he knows it won’t be possible. He can’t give you a human romance. Some nights, he watches you sleep over your study notes and a tear rolls down his eyes. The what ifs twirling in his minds. That’s when Adrien wishes to go back in time and meet you while he was alive. He would’ve been able to give you a love that truly ends when your heart stops beating to hopefully join in your afterlife. Perhaps that’s the curse of a grim reaper, watching mortals get what you left behind and existing with regrets.

Ironically and sadly, I can see undertaker breaking up with you if he knew a human would be a better match for you or if he feels like you’re in too much danger. Just as I can see him bringing you back from the dead or attempting to turn back time if he can’t let go.

[the-al-chemist]

Not Mine Is The Glory

For Day 2 of @thethreebroomsticksfic’s Weasley Week, the focus is all on ickle Ronniekins. As Ron struggles with jealousy and insecurity, maybe a talk with a family member can help set him straight.

Warnings: none, really. A little hurt comfort.

November 1994

Since the start of term, all that anyone seemed to talk about was the Triwizard Tournament. And now, the day before the first challenge, everyone was talking more than ever.

Everyone except Ron.

Ron couldn’t have cared less about the tournament, not anymore. He just wished that it was over with already, so that everybody would move on and he wouldn’t have to hear about it.

He kept himself to himself for most of the morning, eating his breakfast in a sullen silence and barely uttering a word during his lessons. At lunchtime, the only reason he didn’t seek further solitude in the library was the protest of his groaning stomach. It was fortunate that he decided to pay attention to his appetite, however, for as he was halfway through his sandwiches, an owl flew into the Great Hall and dropped a letter on his plate.

A little confused, Ron opened the letter, which read:

Come to the Quidditch stands after your lessons finish for the day. And try to be subtle about it, please.

Though the letter wasn’t signed, the handwriting was familiar somehow. Frowning, Ron peered around the Great Hall to see who might have sent him the message, but no one was looking his way. Of course they weren’t. No one ever did.

No one was looking at him when he left his last lesson of the day and headed straight for the currently disused Quidditch pitch, wondering as he walked whether he was making a mistake in following the nameless instructions. What if the letter had been sent by Fred and George, hoping to make him the butt of yet another of their practical jokes?

This concern grew in Ron’s mind when he saw a stockily built wizard with red hair on the edge of the pitch, leaning against the stands. But though this wizard looked like both Fred and George, it became clear as Ron grew closer that this was neither of them.

It was Charlie.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” Ron asked his second oldest brother, who half-smiled at the question.

“Great to see you, too,” he said, before laughing good-naturedly and giving Ron a handshake that turned into a hug. “How’s it going, mate? Alright?”

It was not going alright at all, but Ron wasn’t ready to admit that, not even to Charlie. He nodded and made a humming noise before frowning again.

“Seriously, why are you here? I thought you were back in Romania.”

Charlie hesitated for just a moment before answering Ron’s question. “I’m here for the Triwizard Tournament. First challenge is tomorrow afternoon.”

“I know,” Ron muttered darkly. “So, you’re coming to watch it, too?”

“Er, sort of,” said Charlie, with a shrug. “Yeah, I guess I’ll be watching it in between.”

“In between what?”

“Working.”

“Working? But why would you be working here during…” Ron’s voice tailed off, and his eyes widened. “No!” he half-gasped. “No. There’s no way they’d let a bloody dragon loose in the school.”

But even as he heard himself say the words, Ron doubted them. The look on Charlie’s face only served to confirm his suspicions.

“Dragons? That’s the first task? Dragons?”

“I didn’t say that,” Charlie said slowly.

“So…”

“I didn’t say that. You guessed.”

Ron blinked twice, hard. “What?”

“You guessed, so no one’s cheating. Right?” asked Charlie. The look in his eyes was pointed. Slowly, Ron nodded his head. “That means that if you tell your mate Harry that I was here, and he guesses, that’s not cheating either.”

It might not have been cheating, but Ron still couldn’t tell Harry anything. He stayed quiet, hoping that Charlie would change the subject. He didn’t.

“How is Harry getting along, anyway?”

“I dunno,” replied Ron, after a short but awkward pause. He avoided looking at Charlie as he explained, “We aren’t really talking at the moment.”

“You’re not?” Charlie sounded more surprised than he did judgemental. “Did you have an argument or something?”

“Not really, we just… I’m just tired of it.” Ron sighed angrily and kicked up a patch of mud with the toe of his shoe. “He’s already this prodigy at Quidditch, and he’s not bad at school either, and now he’s School Champion as well.”

Charlie raised one red eyebrow. “You didn’t really want to be the school champion, did you?”

“I’d have liked to have the chance, at least. But I didn’t get to try, because Harry didn’t tell me he’d figured out how to get past Dumbledore’s age line. I mean, he’s supposed to be my best friend, but he entered the tournament and didn’t even tell me about it!”

Ron had been bottling up his feelings ever since the champions had been announced. Now that he was letting them out, he couldn’t stop.

“After all we’ve been through together for the last few years, I would’ve thought that he’d have wanted to do this together, too. Or maybe even let me have a chance at being the one who gets to have the glory for once, but no.” Ron shook his head. “It’s like he likes the fact that I’m always in his shadow, or something. I dunno.”

A few moments passed before Charlie said anything. When he did, his response came as a surprise to Ron.

“I do,” he said sincerely, before almost laughing at the look on Ron’s face. “Come on, Ron. Of course I know. What do you think it was like going to school two years after Bill? You weren’t here while he was getting twelve O.W.L.s and being the Head Boy. You didn’t see the girls tripping over themselves to get him to notice them. I did. So, I get it.” He leaned back against the stands again. “But, you know, being overshadowed has its perks. There’s less pressure, fewer expectations of you. You get more freedom. Merlin, I wouldn’t swap places with Bill for the world. Would you really want to swap places with Harry? Really?”

The obvious answer to Charlie’s question was ‘yes’, but Ron knew that answer wasn’t entirely truthful. Charlie seemed to know it, too, because he continued:

“It’s tough, being so close to the one who gets the glory, but that gives you something. Strength or… I don’t know what it is exactly, but from my experience people who always get the attention need that. They need people like us, even if it’s only to keep them grounded sometimes.” Charlie gave Ron a sympathetic half-smile. “I bet he really misses you.”

“I miss him, too,” Ron admitted. He swallowed hard. “I dunno what to do.”

“You know what I’d do?” asked Charlie. Ron shook his head, and Charlie’s gaze drifted towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest. “I’d do whatever it took to not lose my best friend.”

There was a stubborn finality to his tone that made it clear that he didn’t expect an argument. But Ron was stubborn, too.

“Why do you care so much?” he asked his brother, who shrugged.

“Real dragons aren’t like the ones you read about in stories, Ron. You met Hagrid’s Ridgeback, you know what I mean. And that was just a juvy. These ones, the one’s Harry will be facing, they’re the real deal. They’re dangerous. Your mate deserves to know what he’s up against.” Charlie’s expression became less grave as he added under his breath, “Also, there’s a small but very scary woman who won’t forgive me if anything happens to him.”

That didn’t surprise Ron one bit.

“Yeah, mum’ll lose it if Harry gets hurt,” he agreed. “Hermione too.” An idea struck him. “That’s it! Hermione!”

“What about her?”

“She’s still talking to Harry, and me too, sort of. I can tell her what you’ve told me—”

“I didn’t tell you anything.”

“— and she’s bound to help Harry. If anyone can come up with a way to get him to beat a dragon, it’s her.” Ron glanced over his shoulder at the castle. It was almost dinner time, and if he ran, he might just manage to intercept Hermione on her way from the library to the Great Hall. “Thanks, Charlie. Good seeing you.”

And, barely noticing his brother’s wave goodbye, Ron returned to the castle, where he found Hermione just leaving the Great Hall.

“Hermione,” he said, taking hold of her arm and pulling her into a corner to speak without anyone over-hearing them. “I’ve got to tell you something.”

“Can it wait?” asked Hermione impatiently. “I promised that I’d help Harry with… something.”

That ‘something’ could only be the challenge the following day. Ron didn’t let go of her arm.

“Dragons,” he whispered.

“What?”

“That's what the challenge is tomorrow. I saw Charlie by the Quidditch pitch, he said he’s here working. It’s dragons.”

Ron was not sure how he had expected Hermione to react to this revelation, but he certainly had not been expecting her to tut and roll her eyes, nor to tell him: “Yes, I know.”

“Wait, what? You know? But how—”

“Hagrid saw the dragons this weekend. Harry and I have been preparing for them ever since,” Hermione said matter-of-factly. She softened slightly, and looked almost apologetic. “Look, Ron, I really do have to go and help Harry. It’s just that the task is tomorrow, and… well, it’s dragons.”

An hour ago, Ron would have been annoyed at the fact that Hermione was leaving him so abruptly to help Harry with the challenge. An hour ago, he might have been annoyed that the two of them had figured it out without his help. But now, he only felt relief that Harry had Hermione on his side.

He let go of Hermione’s arm and nodded. “Fine. Go and help him, then.”

“Thank you,” said Hermione. Her large front teeth grazed her lower lip. “Ron?”

“Yeah?”

“You will come and watch the challenge tomorrow, won’t you?”

Ron didn’t really want to watch the challenge. He wanted nothing to do with it. But, he could see how anxious Hermione looked. She wanted him to come for her sake as much as Harry’s, he was sure of it.

“Alright,” he agreed. “I’ll come and watch it with you.”

Somewhat awkwardly, Hermione hugged him. And as she did, Ron couldn’t help but feel glad that yet again, Harry was the one getting to have the glory.

[zodiactalks]

These Zodiac Signs Demand Too Much of Themselves

Work, school, relationships, family life, friendships, hobbies, and more; nowadays, it seems like there's far too much to do and too little time to do it all.

The only consolation is that this is a trend exhibited across the board. We all feel like there's too much pressure and that we should be doing more to improve our situation...Or do we?

While it's true that we all feel a certain level of pressure to fulfill all of our obligations, the truth is that some people just pressure themselves more than others.

Call them perfectionists or highly-driven personalities; the following zodiac signs will run themselves into the ground in an attempt to excel at anything they do.

Virgo

August 23 - September

Virgos can be quite the perfectionists and are well known for putting too much on their plates.

They think highly of themselves and their abilities, which translates into the habit –both good and bad– of trying to do too many things at the same time.

For Virgo, being average is unnacceptable, and it shows with their insistence to try and do everything perfectly without any kind of outside assistance.

Cancer

June 21 - July 22

Cancers aren't known for being perfectionists, but they're known for having a hard time relaxing and just cruising by.

While they're okay with not being the expert in a subject, they still enjoy being the best around, which means their competitive spirit might shine through in the worst moments.

A Cancer will always try their best to be as well-informed and educated as possible on the subjects they care about, and if the opportunity arises to turn that knowledge into a competition, they'll be all over that.

Capricorn

December 22 - January 19

Known for their love of luxury and comfortable lifestyles, Capricorns aren't afraid of getting their hands dirty to get those things.

While working to fulfill one's dreams and expectations is always an admirable trait, Capricorns tend to take it to the next level and will actively work to the point of exhaustion just to get what they want.

We all want to achieve our goals, but Capricorns will go to hell and back to get theirs, even if no one asked them to.

Scorpio

October 23 - November 21

Driven and ambitious, Scorpios are the kind of person who will work relentlessly to get what they want and, more often than not, they will achieve it.

The problem with Scorpios, however, lies in the fact that they don't always know what they want.

Oh, they know what they want at the moment, but they're a naturally envious sign, which means "what they want" often depends on what other people have.

Because of this, Scorpios have a hard time being satisfied, and that leads them to demand more and more of themselves.

How's one supposed to stop and enjoy what they've achieved when you measure your success based not on your goals but on other people's?

Leo

July 23 - August 22

The king of the pride holds themselves to incredibly high standards, in part because that's just who they are and in part because they know some people look up to them.

Driven by their need to impress and to be the very best, they'll work as hard as they have to work to maintain the illusion; and it is an illusion, for no matter how much they like to pretend otherwise, Leos are but mere mortals who need as much rest as everyone else.

Their drive is commendable, but Leos could benefit from letting others see their more human side.

Aquarius

January 20 - February 18

Renowned for their creativity and out-of-the-box thinking, Aquarians are nevertheless trapped by this very talent.

They know they're supposed to be the creative ones, so they'll try their hardest to fit into people's expectations, even if they're feeling completely drained at the moment.

Aquarians will snatch victory from the jaws of success if it means appearing a little bit more creative, a trait that doesn't win them any fans amongst friends and co-workers.

While this drive to be the best and the most creative can be commendable, Aquarians need to understand that sometimes "good enough" is seriously good enough.

[dinosaur-land]

WARNING! THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING I'VE POSTED BEFORE. AND I AM JUST LOOKING FOR HELP!!!! PLEASE HELP A MINOR IF YOU CAN!!

(This is a 16-year-old girl's cry for help.)

So, lately, my current living situation is like hell on earth. I work on a farm, and it's just me and my dad. We're supposed to be getting paid, but our boss hasn't paid us since November. I've had to put a lot of important things to the side because of my work. Aka taking care of myself, school, and being able to survive my teen years.

And the people I work for are absolute pos's. If they aren't trying to kill us with their truck, they're verbally abusing us. Right now, it's pretty hot, and we can't have a break. And we've been working all day every day since November.

What should I do? If we leave our current situation, we'll be homeless. If we stay, I'm going to have a lot of things to talk with a therapist about. I've been thinking about setting up a Gofundme, but I don't want to look like I'm just asking for money just because. I don't know what else to do. Please give me advice. I'm scared.

And we barely even get fed. I haven't had much food for a while. Mostly because of being bodyshamed by my boss and just going without.

Sorry if this sounds like I'm venting. I don't mean to, but please help me.

[kinetic-elaboration]

November 15: The Bi!Jane AU Pt. 1

It’s been a while since I handwrote any actual fiction—versus planning, notes, outlines—but, you know, what do I have to lose? I’m gonna try out a little thing, see what happens, if it’s fun, etc. Like a tentative sketch.

Alternative universe, probably D/J, high school era

*

Daria wouldn’t say that Jane is a ‘friend’ she made in her self-esteem class because she doesn’t want to jink it but after a week or two she starts name dropping her at dinner anyway because what the hell? It’s no secret that she’s always hanging out somewhere else after school. Her mother doesn’t actually believe she’s joined a gang.

Quinn interrupts her after half a sentence.

“Gawd, Daria, don’t you know she’s a lesbian?”

No. She hadn’t heard that particular rumor. Her eyes widen for a half-second and then she pretends she had.

She leans in across the table, holds Quinn’s gaze steady. “What do you think we’re doing alone in her room every day after school?”

“Daria!” Helen sounds honestly scandalized, Jake just oblivious as he pops one pinkie finger out of his ear and asks:

“Yeah! What?”

Quinn rolls her eyes. “Very funny. I don’t mean a lesbian like you, like a girl who never dates. I mean like a girl who likes girls.”

Wen Daria brings it up to Jane, she just laughs. “Oh yeah. Major dyke. Just ask anyone my fourth-grade class.”

So there it is. Easy. “Ask anyone in mine,” she says.

She’s ready to change the topic there but Jane hesitates. Over the metallic clang of her locker as she closes it, she says, “I do like girls though. Is that gonna be weird?”

Daria’s eyes flick past Jane’s shoulder, to the end of the hall and the Fashion Club turning the corner, her sister holding court in front of yet another entranced crowd. “And I said glitter is so back. I mean if one could say it ever left. Who could ever resist adding a bit of sparkle to one’s look? But the trend toward bigger accessories…”

Daria follows the group’s progress, silent, expressionless, until they disappear again at the other end of the hall. Then she turns back to Jane.

Only if you get a crush on my sister,” she answers.

Something around Jane’s shoulders deflates. She lets out an aborted laugh that sounds like relief. “If I get a crush on your sister, call the deprogrammers immediately.”

Daria hikes her backpack up on one shoulder. “And pray that it isn’t too late.”

*

On the walk home after school, Jane tells her the story of how she hooked up with one of the girls’ soccer players in the locker room during a pep rally last year. Jane had been avoiding the rally. The other girl was bitter that no one ever acknowledged sports other than football. They were found out when one of the cheerleaders had an emergency zit situation, and not even threatened blackmail over the zit could get her to keep her mouth shut. The next semester the girl and her family moved to Montana and Jane ended up in self-esteem class.

“I don’t know if it was because of the gay thing or because of my lack of pep,” she adds, lightly musing, and then shrugs.

“Go Lions,” Daria answers, perfectly deadpan.

Jane arches a brow. “Very heterosexual of you.”

A sentence that makes her face feel warm. She’ll work out the why of that later and for now only mumbles something like vague assent and half-relaxes when she hears Jane laugh. That rough, gravelly, low laugh. Like she’s still getting the hang of it, like she’s worried about jinxing this, too.

*

“So if she hadn’t moved away, would you have dated her?”

Jane shrugs, looks down at the paint on her palette. “I’ve never really dated anyone.”

*

Half the school assumes they’re dating and then, after a while, they either forget about it or get bored with the notion.

“Maybe they’re disappointed we don’t make out in front of our lockers,” Jane says, and pulls a slice of pepperoni off the side of her pizza slice with her teeth.

“We’re not Kevin and Brittany,” Daria answers with a roll of her eyes and too much bite. As if that were the core of it. As if their relationship were something different than it is: a friendship, with a steady, safe, physical distance built into it.

“And thank God for that,” Jane answers, after a moment, and raises her glass for Daria to toast.

*

At the Zon, where they’re probably the youngest patrons, except for a couple of burnouts she recognizes from the sophomore class, Daria has become way too distracted by the band. Spiral is playing the late set tonight, which Jane has assured her would be fine, as long as they left at intermission. They’ve played all their good stuff by then anyway, she’d said.

And Daria didn’t say, “Good stuff?” even though the part of that can’t just like anything had thought it.

The truth is that Jane’s brother’s band isn’t terrible and tonight in particular Daria has become entranced by Jane’s brother’s hands. She sips at her coke until it’s suddenly gone and then clinks the ice cubes around the empty plastic cup. Trent’s fingers on the frets are surprisingly nimble and if she watches them carefully enough she’ll be distracted from the questionable lyrics, the minutiae of 20-something alternative male angst. It’s not impossible that someday he’d notice her as someone other than Janey’s friend, really. He doesn’t treat her like another kid sister but like an equal, so she can almost imagine maybe—hanging out with him alone sometime. After the show, waiting for Jane to come back from the bathroom. She’d have something on her cheek. He’d wipe it away with his thumb. She’d find herself distracted by his tattoos, tracing the pattern of ink against skin with her eyes. He’d have to get her attention again, perhaps by carding his fingers through her hair. She’d be startled for a moment, glance up to see his eyes on her—

The song ends, with too loud and roughly played chords that do not quite mesh, the sort of discordant sound that might precede the smashing of guitars, but doesn’t. Daria jolts. Trent’s announcing the end of the set, which means he’ll be coming off stage soon, and Jane—Jane is no longer by her side.

She swirls and clicks the ice cubes around her cup again. That’s the alarm. Yes. Time to be anywhere but here.

She heads to the bar, ditches the empty drink, and disappears through the swinging door into the ladies.’ Both stalls are occupied but there’s no one at the sink. She leans in close over the mirror and tries to figure out if her face looks flushed.

After a moment, she hears the toilet flushing in the smaller stall, and then the lock sliding back, glances over to see if it’s Jane but it’s not. She might be in the other one, the bigger one. The distinct possibility that Jane might have ditched her rears up, which is impossible, but also plausible in a nightmarish way, in the way that all nightmares are when you’re having them. She tilts her head to check out the shoes visible beneath the door—

Stops up short with two realizations at once. She recognizes Jane’s gray boots. And there’s another pair of legs in there with her.

Daria stands very still, with her hands curled around the sink edge. If she moves, shifts her weight, breathes too hard, they might hear her. And in the silence she’s created, she hears them.

A laugh, feminine and bright, in a voice she doesn’t recognize, which cuts itself off at its height and becomes a sort of pleading oh and then a moan. The other woman is wearing ankle high black boots and ripped fishnets. The way the four boots are positioned, Jane must be standing between the other woman’s legs.

Daria listens and listens for the sound of Jane’s voice but doesn’t hear it, unless that’s something of her tone in those hints of deep, ragged breath.

When the bathroom door opens, pushed open tentatively and only halfway by an outstretched hand, she jumps, and barely swallows down a yelp.

“Janey? Daria?” Trent’s voice calls in. “Are you in here?”

Daria calls back, without thinking, “Just a minute!”, considering only how she needs to buy Jane time, not how in doing so she’s given herself away.

“All right.” The hand pulls back, the door starts to fall closed. “I’m out here if you need a ride.”

The door settles on its hinges. The noises from the larger stall have stopped.

She has enough time to get herself the hell out, but she doesn’t, and much later she’ll admit that it was curiosity that made her stay. A minute passes, and then the lock slides back with a hard wick of sound and a click, and the door swings open, and the other woman steps out. She’ll imprint herself in Daria’s mind as no more than a vague sketch: tall and pretty, unfamiliar, like she goes to another school or is already out of school. Long brown hair and purple lipstick and a top that shows a significant amount of cleavage and isn’t fitted quite right. She looks at Daria but doesn’t seem to see her, that is, is not embarrassed by her. Jane doesn’t come out until she’s gone.

Her face is flushed a high red, and her eyes flick across Daria’s face like she can’t stand to settle there, but won’t admit it. “Yo,” she says, at almost the exact moment that Daria manages, “First set’s done.” Then she watches Jane wash her hands with a large amount of frothy, astringent, club bathroom soap, and then reapply her lipstick, her face as close to the mirror as Daria’s had been.

“Do you want to stay for the second set?” Jane asks, even as Daria is still contemplating asking, who is she? As if she didn’t already basically know. She recognizes it even at the time as a sort of apology. “Or part of it? It’s not that late.”

It is late, and the second set doesn’t start for another twenty minutes, but she says yes anyway. She wants to know if Jane will try to find the girl again, make eye contact with her across the room, talk to her again. [1/23/25: obviously I meant this to imply that they leave the bathroom and go out and watch the second set but in retrospect it’s not clear so pretend it says something of the sort!]

Instead Jane says, without prompting, “She wasn’t a very good kisser.”

“Does that mean you didn’t have a good time?” The question comes out more acerbic than she’d fully intended. Jane doesn’t act like she’s been bitten.

She shrugs. “What’s the point if the kissing’s no good?”

“Then I guess it’s okay that Trent interrupted.”

“Yeah.” She glances at Daria out of the corner of her eye, seems to weight the words for a while before she says them. “Or you could have.”

Daria swallows hard and takes a drink.

They stay through two thirds of the second set, then get a ride with this guy Jane knows, a friend of her brother’s. It’s late by now, way past curfew late. Even then, she’s not sure it will matter, being so late, sneaking in. But Helen’s in one of her involved-mother moods, so for the next week, Daria is distracted by parental due process experiments and house arrest and barely has room in her thoughts for anything else.

…Anyway that was way longer than I had any intention of it being. Quality TBD but it was fun! But—oh no—have I embarked on yet another Project?

[aventurineswife]

Sorry to hear about the hate you received in your school days 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

But damn, f it, gonna make this public (without using the actual legal names lol maybe just the initial) cuz i swear this was a wild ride

So a little context on me : i was bullied my entire time in middle school. And no my situation at home wasnt that much better.

A little context on the highschool too : for many years it was a vocational school before sort of expanding to have philology as well. My class was the third generation of philology.

As i said, it happened in my freshman year, it was some time in late october or early november. We were few in class, and we had math that day (obligatory for 9th and 10th grade. cant remember if i had 2 of em back to back that day), and so the teacher asked us if we minded if she brought a senior class (constructions, mostly guys) in to work on some math for their finals, and we didnt.I just minded my own business, reading from a book and eating a lollipop.

At some point i got up to throw the lollipop stick in the trash can at the back of the classroom (i was sitting that day somewhere in the middle) and thats when i hear one of the guys say loud "thats your wife!"I turn my head and one guy (not the one crushing on me, probably the one who shouted) was staring at me, and i was veeery confused. I just returned to my seat and after that, once the seniors left our classroom, my girl classmate told me one of the senior guys (B) is crushing on me. I looked at her like "girl, you pulling my leg or what?" because :

1. I am NOT conventionally attractive, i am at best average when it comes to my face. In rest, ya got an awkward trash panda, couch potato situation going on.

2. I wasnt going to believe for a second, even a small millisecond that it was real. I mean, it hadnt been long since i graduated middle school for crying outloud. That bullying put me more on the survival mode than ever

And so, for the following few months, once in a while I'd pass by those seniors (small high school ><) in the halls and they'd call out "B's wife" every time. Allegedly, the guy who was crushing on me was shy, thats why he wasnt around to talk with me or ask me out, so his friends decided to be the support gallery 😬😬😬😬

I didnt care that he had a car (as if that would woo me), that he was a soccer player, if he's a nice person, he was....i think id sound like a hypocrite if i say average looking, but wasnt a out of a teen's magazine with the face either. But he wasnt my type. And oh, smoker, which big no-no for me since im unfortunately a second hand smoker.

ONE OF HIS BUDDIES EVEN GAVE ME HIS NUMBER (allegedly). Course i didnt call it wtf.

All came to an end in May. Until 11th grade, we had a small shop within the high school from where we bought snacks, coffee, water. And that day we also had fruits, bananas and oranges. B happened to be there when i went over and he asked me for some change, i refused. And when he asked if i wanted a banana (at the time i wasnt big fan of em) i dunno why i slightly raised my voice when i refused. Maybe it was my defensiveness on high still, and he got upset. Maybe it was my tone too, dunno if he thought i thought of the mature connotation for the banana, but all i know is that after that it ended anyway.

Was i a little douchey? Maybe, but i cant blame myself much when i had to just....accept the bullying in middle school and be on high alert for the following years. Luckly i wasnt bullied in high school at all.Havent seen the guy since.

Probably moved after he graduated. But if i do, and he asks me what the hell was up with me at the time, ill just be honest on that.

-Smooch Anon 💋

Don't worry, I had those going since kindergarten because of looks and later because I was a teacher's child 😭 (never had actual friends growing up so I never knew what actual friendship was like without being taken advantage of lol)

Okay, anyways!

Wow, that's a rollercoaster of emotions and experiences, and I’m glad you felt comfortable sharing it. First off, you’re so valid for feeling the way you did during all of that. 😔 Being bullied in middle school really does a number on your self-esteem and how you approach situations, and it sounds like you were just in survival mode for a long time. Nobody should have to go through that, and it's perfectly understandable that you would be defensive and skeptical when someone showed interest in you, especially after all the crap you’d been through. 💖

It sounds like B was shy, and his friends kind of pushed him to act on the crush, but it also seems like he wasn’t super upfront or clear with you. I can understand why that would be super confusing, especially if you weren’t feeling the vibe and weren’t into the whole situation. And that banana incident? Honestly, it’s just a little awkward, and I don’t think it makes you a “douche” at all. You were protecting yourself, and that's totally understandable. 🫂 Sometimes, our past experiences make us react in ways we don’t even realize.

It also sounds like you’ve done a lot of growing since then. You’re aware of how your past shaped your reactions, and that’s a huge step. If you ever do run into him again and he asks about it, being honest about your past makes sense. People don’t always understand what others have gone through, so giving him the real story could lead to some clarity and maybe even a chance for closure.

You’re not obligated to explain yourself, but being real is always powerful, especially when it comes to situations like this. You’re not a "bad person" for your reactions—just someone who’s had to cope with some tough situations. If you ever find yourself questioning anything in the future, trust your instincts. You’ve got this! 🙌💖

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 27

So... I'm pretty unsure about this piece... I didn't want it to be too sad but then again the subject is quite serious... I have to say I was having a hard time trying to imagine the feelings and emotions of an eight-year-old in that very situation... I hope you like it nonetheless, and please do let me know what you think in the comments...

21st November 1995, part 1

Middlewick House

The night had been hell. It hadn't been before 5am that Camilla had finally fallen into an unsteady sleep, tortured by all different sorts of nightmares until Andrew woke her again at about 7am. Andrew… She couldn't express her immense gratitude that, after everything that had happened and gone wrong between them, it hadn’t even taken him half an hour to get into his car and straight to them, his ex-wife and her illegitimate child, to speak the truth in all its cruelty, apparently, at least as he told her, more or less by his new partner Rosemary’s command. “She thought you might need someone to look after you…”, he’d grumbled while manoeuvring that poor little picture of misery that she had turned into, onto her bed, which was obviously amongst the only few pieces of furniture that hadn’t been dismantled yet. He had then gotten two glasses and a whole bottle of Whiskey for both of them, sat down next to her, put his arm around her and let her cry, until there hadn’t been a single tear left anymore. “Alright Milla.”, he had finally started, clearing his throat. “I’ll stay here with you until everything is fixed. But Rose will come over tomorrow as well. I want her by my side.” “Of course.”, Camilla sobbed, gulping a few sips of the Whiskey. She liked Rose and she didn’t mind her coming over at all, but somehow it bothered her to hear that he actually wanted a woman “by his side”; in all of the 20 years of their meanwhile divorced marriage, he’d never wanted her “by his side” the way he demanded Rose now. “I’ll meet our lawyer tomorrow.”, he then went on. “We need a plan as soon as possible. Have you heard anything from Charles yet?” Camilla shook her head. “I unplugged the telephone immediately, after…”, she explained and looked so desperately that it almost broke his heart. “Sure. Don’t worry, I’ll contact him.”, he promised. “It’s important that we’re all working together now. Thea will stay home tomorrow and you’ll tell her the truth. She needs to hear it from you. You can go on a walk or ride together and take all the time you need. But when you return I will be here and reassure her that I’m still and will always be her daddy. That’ll be important for her to know.” Camilla had almost cuddled up to him as if they were still married; she couldn’t believe how wonderful and supportive he was of both her and her daughter, but maybe it was due to the Whiskey. “Why are you doing all of this, Andrew?”, she asked, her eyes filled with tears again. Andrew looked at her in amusement, casually shrugging his shoulders. “Because you will always be a part of my life. A part of my heart will always belong to you and everything we had. We might not have worked out as husband and wife, but we’ve always been good parents to all our three children. Milla - I love Thea like my own flesh and blood. I brought her to life-” “You did…” “-and I will not allow anyone to hurt her or put her at risk in one way or another, no matter if it’s the press or the bloody Princess of Wales.” Camilla had started crying again while she’d been listening to him, but these were actually tears of joy, pride and relief that, despite everything, Andrew was still being such an amazing daddy for her little darling daughter. God only knew how she was supposed to explain to her that he wasn’t her biological father tomorrow… it’d surely break her heart. "I know you'll find the right words.", Andrew said. "You always have. You're an exceptional mother, Camilla."

"What do you mean, I'm not going to school today?", Thea asked and looked at her mother in irritation. She was maximum confused. Why on earth shouldn't she go to school today? It was an ordinary Tuesday. Of course she was going to school, unless something really serious had happened… "Well, darling, the two of us need to… talk about a few things.", Camilla murmured, nervously stirring in her breakfast tea. Thea frowned her forehead. "Mummy, I've got quite an important maths lesson today… The exam date is next week! I can hardly miss it!" "I know, darling, and I wouldn't do that if it wasn't for a really important cause… Please, just trust me, darling." Her mother's almost begging voice and the desperate expression on her face made Thea's little heart ache. She loved Mummy, she knew that she only ever wanted what was best for her and that this had to be a really serious thing if it bothered her that much. "Okay, Mummy… What are we going to do?", she asked. "I mean, where are we going?" "Where would you like to go?", Camilla countered, hoping for her daughter to name a place of two where she'd feel comfortable, happy and relaxed enough to record that sort of news… "What about a picnic in my tree house?", she suggested, referring to the really impressive and beautiful tree house which had been lovingly built up by Andrew and Tom a couple of years ago. "We won't have it for much longer anyway." Of course they couldn't move the tree to their new home so Thea was totally right when suggesting that they'd take every chance to spend a bit of time in it as long as they could… "Alright then. Let's wrap up warmly and meet up there in half an hour!", Camilla agreed and Thea nodded approvingly.

"Okay, Mummy, cutting to the chase: what's the matter?", Thea asked easily, looking at her mother in happy and curious expectations. They'd sat down on a blanket on the floor in her tree house, cuddled up tightly and covered in another, particularly soft blanket, each of them holding a good, hot cup of tea in their hands. Camilla nervously cleared her throat. "Well, darling… remember when Tigger had her puppies last summer?", she began a little uncertain, referring to Charles' beloved Jack Russell Terrier who had, indeed, had puppies last year, and Thea nodded enthusiastically. It had been a joy when Tigger had her puppies last year, they'd gone over to Highgrove every day and watched the little ones grow until they were old enough to be gifted to some of Sir's friends, they had kept one, too, Freddy was his name, and he was an absolute sweetheart. "And… um, darling, have you ever wondered how… the babies were… let's say put into Tigger's tummy?", she asked further and had to really pull herself together. Having to have this talk right here, right now, just felt so unbelievably ridiculous. Thea casually grabbed a macaron from the hamper Camilla had prepared, eating it with relish. "She must have been mated by a male dog?!", she replied, looking at her mother in confusion. "Y-yes, exactly…", Camilla responded, equally shocked and surprised that her daughter was already that familiar with this sort of vocabulary. "And, um, do you know what that… means?", she asked further and Thea rolled her eyes. "A tiny cell from a male body joins with a tiny cell from a female’s body.", she explained casually, almost precociously and Camilla almost choked herself with a macaron. "That's… right, darling, that's just… how things work.", she confirmed and helped herself to a glass of champagne. It was only just 10am but specific situations called for special measures. "And, do you know that it works just like that for humans, too, darling?", she tried to build the bridge to the actual point of their conversation, and Thea frowned her forehead. "But humans have sex to make babies.", she said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, casually grabbing another macaron, while Camilla almost spilled her champagne in shock. "W-what do you know about… sex?", she asked anxiously. She was her innocent little baby, she wasn't allowed to know about these things yet…

"Laura says it's a very private, grown-up cuddle.", Thea bubbled. "Oh does she?", Camilla wanted to know and couldn't help feeling very proud of her oldest daughter for having described it so beautifully. A very private grown-up cuddle… brilliant! She herself would never have come up with that! She absolutely had to tell and thank Laura for having explained it all to her little sister so clearly and carefully, or maybe rather not - it'd probably make her feel embarrassed… anyway. "She says that's what grown-ups do when they're very much in love. And that sometimes they get a baby… afterwards.", Thea added, and Camilla pulled her into her arms. "Yes, darling. That's true. And, um, you know… Mummy and Sir are very much in love, as well…" "So you have made that sex thing, too?" Once more, Camilla almost choked herself. "Yes, we, um… might have.", she replied, unusually shy, blushing in shame. "And now you're getting a baby?", Thea asked and, for a moment, Camilla didn't know whether she'd rather scream or laugh. Goodness. What a ridiculous thought! But of course reasonable from her daughter's point of view. "No, darling, no, no, no.", she chuckled, pressing her daughter against her chest. "At least not… now. But, you know, darling, a couple of years ago… I did have a baby after I'd had a… very private grown-up cuddle with Sir… In fact, it was almost exactly nine years ago. And nine months later… a little girl came into this world, and made it so much brighter and filled it with nothing but joy and love… and the little girl was named Theodora." Camilla hadn't been able to hold back her tears anymore as she had finally told her daughter the truth, pressing her against herself, desperately hoping she wasn't going to hate her for the rest of her life. Thea twisted around in her mother's arms, looking at her in a mixture of disbelief and excitement. "So - you're saying that Sir is actually my father, aren't you, Mummy?", her little sweetheart asked so cutely and attentively that it almost overwhelmed her. Camilla nodded, tears running down her face. "Yes, darling. He is.", she confirmed, sobbing heartbreakingly. "But why are you crying then, Mummy?", Thea wanted to know and lovingly wiped away her mother's tears. "It's okay. You and Sir are in love and I'm very fond of Sir, too. I think he loved me, too. Is he also Tom and Laura's father? But - wait, what's with Daddy?" Her clever little girl had so many, reasonable questions and, of course, Camilla was going to try and answer them all as best as she could. "No, darling, Sir's not Tom and Laura's father, that'd be Daddy, and Daddy will always be your Daddy as well. He loves you so much and this will not change anything between you two.", Camilla assured her. "He'll tell you himself as soon as we're back at the house, he's actually here, you know…" Thea's eyes widened in excitement. "Daddy's here?", she asked enthusiastically and Camilla nodded verifying. "He is, darling. And he can't wait to see you - wanna go and say hello to him?" "Yes, please!", Thea exclaimed cheerfully, and off she went…

[hullomoon]

hullomoon's 2023 works: part two

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! i had a pretty busy year so i didn't post as much, but i also know i did more longer works. so it probably balances out in the end. if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, 2021 roundup, and 2022 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

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[podfic] you're the reason i'm hanging on | Stranger Things | Robin/Nancy, Robin & Steve | 01:55:25

Max picks at the hem of her sleeve. “Did you see the clock?” It occurs to her, distantly, that Max is seeking comfort as much as she’s offering it. Robin feels something stir in her chest, and she thinks she should say something. Do something. She thinks she would normally know what. Now, she just doesn’t. or, the obligatory Robin gets Vecna'd fic

[podfic] Erre Con Erre | Pokemon | Emmet & Ingo | 01:31

Los gemelos están cansados y recuerdan una rima de su infancia.

[podfic] and they'll never tear us apart | Check, Please! | Jack/Bitty | 0:43:56

Bitty's got a secret long distance boyfriend. It affects the Haus-mates, frogs, and said long-distance-(Canadian-hockey-robot)-boyfriend in different ways.

we're a team | Stranger Things | Steve & Robin | 463

The Fourth of July is right around the corner and trauma has a way of rearing its ugly head

[podfic] come lie with me and let silence treat us kindly | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 0:24:00

Eddie learns that sometimes Steve will just lie down on the floor and simply exist while the world around him continues. The Party know that, call it "floor time", and generally leave him be until Steve is ready to be back. Eddie doesn't mind, because it offers him even more opportunities to just look at him. To watch him. That is, until Eddie himself is in dire need of just lying down and letting the floor work its apparent magic. It's a good thing, he finds, that Steve understands him without as many words and is very ready to just take care of him. Eddie might be a little bit in love, actually. Or: In which they lie on the floor and take care of each other, falling in love somewhere along the way between music and silence.

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It takes a while for Robin and Steve to realize they've developed a fear of needles

[podfic] pinkie swear | Stranger Things | Steve & Robin | 09:48

Traffic is miserable. Robin passes out during the first traffic jam. Steve puts on Tears for Fears last album and hopes she doesn’t wake up and give him shit. Doesn’t think about the “Break for Emergency” Spotify playlist they all share. Or his yearly plans to get the hell out of Chicago for the Fourth of July. Completely ignores the mess that is late October through November. He weaves through traffic —Robin doesn’t even move when he’s cut off and he lays on his horn. or, forty years of steve & robin’s friendship

[podfic] coming home to you | Schitt's Creek | Stevie & David | 0:11:49

There’s a room in the cottage that’s always ready for her, whenever she needs it. It’s not a guest room. David and Patrick were very clear on that. The third bedroom is the guest room. But this, this is her room. There’s Rose Apothecary products in the bathroom, even though she’d still use the drugstore brand if left to her own devices. There’s the old, battered quilt on the foot of the bed that David said didn’t go with the decor, but left it there for her anyway because he knew how much she loved it. There’s even a Sarah McLachan poster on the wall. There’s a room in the cottage that’s always ready for her, and that’s why she’s definitely not crying on this airplane.

it's hot when you're going through hell | Stranger Things | Chrissy/Nancy | Explicit | 2.2k

Every college-aged woman in Hawkins knows: if you have a problem with an ex, you went to Nancy Wheeler

[fearsate]

⊹₊⟡⋆ [ ella purnell ] + [ she/her ] ⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting [ the tradition by halsey ] through their airpods is [ genevieve "viv" vanderbilt ] . oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the [ twenty-nine ] year old [ heiress ] who just went viral for [ getting divorced after 72 days ] . yup , the one that drives a [ ferrari roma spider in black ] . i hear they’re pretty [ alluring ] , but others have claimed that they’re quite [ narrow-minded ] . that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as [ the defrosting ice queen ] .

basics:

full name: Genevieve Louise Vanderbilt

nicknames: Viv

gender: Cis-female

pronouns: She/Her

sexuality: Biseuxal

aesthetics: Cherry flavored lip-gloss, skinny dipping under a starry sky, collecting antique paintings, live as only you can, blasting music while driving around the city at 3am, half opened jewelry boxes, half heaven half hell, perfume clinging to silk sheets, the clinking of champagne flutes

age: Twenty-Nine

date of birth: November 20, 1995

zodiac sign: Scorpio

residence: Currently resides alone in a mansion within the comforts of the rich in Beverly Park in Los Angeles, California

occupation: Heiress

character trope: The Defrosting Ice Queen

appearance:

faceclaim: Ella Purnell

voice claim: Ella Purnell

height: 5'5"

weight: 134lbs

eyes: Brown

hair: Brown

piercings: Earlobes

other distinguishing features: Other than Cel's long, light brown hair, she has no distinctive attributes upon recognizing her

scars: A small scar by her right eye from falling on her head

personality:

positive traits: Busy, Business-like, competitive, complex, deceptive, experimental, modern, proud, questioning, stern, stylish, unpredictable

neutral traits: Busy, Business-like, competitive, complex, deceptive, experimental, modern, proud, questioning, stern, stylish, unpredictable

negative traits: Arrogant, careless, deceitful, greedy, impatient, jealous, mean, quick-tempered, ruthless, selfish, sneaky, vengeful

family:

mother: Louise Vanderbilt (neé Walsh)

father: Jack Vanderbilt

siblings: None

birth order: First, Only child

status: Divorced, Single

children: None

pets: Salem, a black cat with light green eyes

other random stuff:

first love: Her ex-wife

usual mood: Content

defining moments: The death of her parents

· Born to an American father and a British mother, Genevieve, or Viv, Vanderbilt was meant for greatness. At least, that’s what her parents believed. Completely and entirely loaded with money from both sides of the family, it was no struggle for Viv to live a grand life. Her parents spent a lot of money donating to children’s hospitals and research that makes them look swell; their daughter knew the truth. They were hard and they were mean. They expected everything from Viv. Perfect grades, perfect look, perfect views and perfect, well, everything. She hated it but she didn’t want to disappoint.

· So, there was a persona that she portrayed when enduring Catholic school. Her anger and her aggressive was put towards a facade of bitchiness. She had her group of popular friends, often picked on the "little guy" of the school. In truth, she did not care what happened to other's. She was a Rich Bitch and she knew she was untouchable thanks to her money and status among the community. Though, she never forgot her purpose.

· She never, really, had a real job. She was rich. Her parents gave her a plethora of money, but she still went to college. She pursued journalism but never did anything with the degree. Her life revolved around going to galas, premieres and everything else a rich woman who has a presence in rich scene. Instagram popped off, she enjoyed Tweeting. Somewhat, she became an influencer in her spare time but it was never a full-time job.

· She was twenty-five when her parents died in a car accident while visiting the States. That's when things truly change. She received their money, officially became an heiress and didn't need to work a day in her life. Even if she wasn't too close to her parents, it changed her life entirely. The Ice Queen started to melt.

· At the age of twenty-eight, she got married to her first love. However, it was within 72 days they got divorced. Proposal, engagement, wedding and honeymoon all took place yet their "love" did not last. The news was out quick. It was all over the place and, in truth, she was embarrassed. She hated it. Rumors about the marriage were all over every social media platform, on terrible magazines - everywhere. She felt as if she could not get away from it. Perhaps it was some sort of karma for being a bitch and, unfortunately for the terrible persona, she was becoming a little too humbled.

· Beverly Park is where she lives her life. However, the karma can't seem to disappear, as rich kids have started to be killed off and, truthfully, she wonders if she'll soon be next.