#not in an 'i hava crush on him' way

[liverpool-enjoyer]

dominik i fall more in love w you every day

[xerith-42]

tell us about your oc? i wanna hear EVERYTHING

Anon, I don't think you can comprehend the beast you have let out onto this world with this single ask. You wanna now EVERYTHING? I'LL FUCKIN TELL YOU EVERYTHING!!

obligatory reminder that this post is going to be long as hell (seriously this is the longest post I've ever put on this site) and I do not expect any of you to read all of this

This is Haven (no last name), the twice dead heir to the throne of Havas and she's a fucking freak!! (art by @/greenpumpkinart)

And I mean a freak! In both the neurodivergent and the sexual way, she's just a freakazoid! For a bit of insight as to why, she was the firstborn to the king of Havas, and destined to be the eventual Queen. Haven was raised by her mother who taught her how to play guitar and violin, as well as teaching her to sing and dance as a child. Music was one of the most important things to her mother, and Haven instantly inherited it and was said to have a gift with song from a very young age.

It was also at a young age that tragedy struck. When she was 6 years old, Haven's mother gave birth to her baby brother Nerrus, and didn't survive the process. A common phrase in Tu'la, especially in Havas, is the idea that "Menphina takes life as Irene gives life." There's a balance to the world that the Divine maintained, and this is one of the most literal representations of that. The joy of her brothers birth is nearly overshadowed by the tragedy of her mothers death.

Despite this, Haven swore she would take care of her brother, swore that he would get a life he deserves, swore that she would be the best big sister she ever could be-- For about 7 years. At the age of 13 the clerics and doctors of the castle staff became incredibly worried for Haven's health as she had shown significant irregularities in her development compared to her peers and her own family.

It was then that they made the diagnosis that she would never be able to bare children. Initially, this was something Haven was unbothered by. She was literally 13 and just developed her first crush on a young guard in training, and she might be able to sleep with him with no consequence? Sounds like a great deal. Until she remembers what her father values. Continuing Menphina's sacred bloodline. How can Haven take the throne if she will have no child of royal blood to take the throne when she passes? She could adopt one, but that would ruin the "sanctity of the inheritance".

Lucky for her father, Nerrus is right there! So he can become king when he's older! Gg ez!! There's a wedge driven between her and her brother as he trains to become king legitimately, while Haven still desperately holds onto her mothers memory and tries to be the queen she's meant to be.

Haven gets another 5 years in her castle where she just kind of... does her own thing. She still has her guards and attendants, but the cadet she once fancied died in combat, and the neglect her father was already prone to became far worse. Haven spent most of adolescence unsupervised as a pansexual polyamorous little goober with something deeply disturbed going on in her head, a song in her heart, and a massive chip on her shoulder.

Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, word spread through Haven's attendants that there was a hit on her life, one the King was aware of but would do nothing to prevent. As a result, Haven was rushed out of her home in the dead of the night and onto the ship of a known thief and scoundrel to the kingdom who promised to take Haven somewhere she wouldn't be recognized. That somewhere was O'Khasis, and Haven wasn't exactly told the details of her escape. Just that home wasn't safe anymore.

And she wasn't really bothered by this, at first. She always identified more with Kul'zak the Wanderer, someone who would jump at this opportunity, so she attempted to do the same once she was in O'Khasis. Where she was arrested for sleeping on the streets and being a fugitive. She was able to lie her way into the heart of the Ro'maeve family, threatening her father's wrath if she wasn't treated like she deserved. As a result, she was taken in for a night and got to meet the entire family (this all takes place literal days before Vylad is killed), particularly bonding with Zianna because Zianna is a literal treasure we do not deserve, and Vylad because he's also a musician.

Garroth and Garte both take a very neutral stance on her, though she does get to share a single brief but meaningful talk with Garroth. Zane on the other hand fucking hates her, doesn't trust her, and eventually picks Haven's cover story apart so well that her only recourse is to kiss him and then jump out of a window and book it out of there. This is one of the reasons Zane wears a mask, largely because he knows the chances of them running into one another are slim, but he's not gonna let her or anyone else get the jump on him like that.

It's during her escape that she stumbles into the village of Falcon Claw and makes quick friends with it's lord despite his seemingly standoffish nature due to their shared love of music. It might even have the potential to be more than friends, especially because Haven, the fuckin queer, also fancies his incredibly hot wife, but they have a kid and she doesn't want to be a total homewrecker. After spending a night in Falcon Claw, Haven is let loose onto Ru'aun to just... vibe.

She travels wherever she wants, finds odd people in strange places with the sound of a song, and makes her living off of befriending merchants and getting tips for her performances. She plays a lot of songs, I mean A LOT of songs (this playlist covers he entire story ashdfhjdsfg)

It's during these travels that she actually encounters quite a few canon characters, primarily the women :tm:. She and Lucinda have a brief romance after Lucinda is kicked out of Pikoro, before she moves onto Scaleswind and accidentally seduces the future lord Nicole without even knowing that she was the future lord, she just thought the redheaded woman was pretty. And then when she ends up in Brightport she gets to meet a few familiar merchants (Logan and Zoey), and she meets someone who would eventually become one of her closest friends. The first catfolk she's run into since running away from home: Nana.

Nana and Haven are absolute besties from second one, and when Nana tells Haven that she plans to open a bakery on the road from Meteli to Scaleswind, Haven tells her that she'll find her there once she's done visiting Phoenix Drop and Meteli. And Phoenix Drop is a nice little village, the lord is kind, as is his wife, and while the head guard never spoke to Haven, he didn't show outright animosity towards her like most guards.

Most guards don't trust Haven for one reason or another. Whether it's because of her music and magic combo that makes all the Lords and Ladies swoon, her tendency for a little bit of crime, or racism towards catfolk, Haven is used to guards not liking her. One not talking to her is like a breath of fresh air. What a nice little village, I sure hope nothing bad happens to them :)

On the road to Meteli she manages to semi-befriend a kooky shaman who has a fondness for her because his chickens really like her songs. Castor calls Haven the "Crazy Music Lady" and it's one of her favorite titles. Speaking of titles, she has a few. When she had a small stint with the leader of a thieves guild, she learned that Ru'aun has forgotten Kul'zak was a Wanderer and instead regards him as a fellow Keeper. So for quite some time, she goes by Haven the Wanderer. She later gets renamed to Haven the Undying, but we're a long ways away from that.

It's in Meteli that Haven's plans to just breeze through every village comes to a screeching halt when she comes face to face with the Zvahl siblings. One is eager to make clothing for a new model who fancies her in such a fun way, and the other is instantly smitten with her before he even hears a word out of her mouth. And in a frustrating twist of fate, she feels the same way about him, and ends up spending three months living with the two of them. Most of those three months are spent either helping Cadenza, or bothering/flirting/sleeping with Laurance.

Three months is the longest Haven has stayed in a village since she came to Ru'aun. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she's terrified that O'Khasis will find her and hurt the few fools she really cares about. Ultimately it's this paranoia and her desire to see Nana that gets Haven to finally leave. No fanfare, but not running. It's a quiet goodbye with Cadenza as she helps her get to bed, and a tearful kiss with Laurance when she's at the outskirts of Meteli. She promises they'll find one another again, in spite of her hopes that such a thing never happens for his own safety.

It's while she's at Nana's bakery that the plot of MCD finally catches up to her. Haven spends six months at Nana's bakery, largely as a performer/worker/caregiver when Nana exerts herself too much. To the unsuspecting eye just stopping into Nana's bakery for some sweet treats and the song of a lovely young lady, they're just really close friends. Just gal pals living together and running a business together and sleeping in the same bed-- What who said that?

N e ways, it's during an ordinary day like any other when a bright eyed woman comes bounding into Nana's bakery with so much life and love that Haven hasn't seen from someone during a first impression in so long. This woman is Irena (Aph), showing up in Episode 32 of MCD (one of the worst episodes) to finally drag Haven into the plot. This is really done when Nana shuts down shop and decides to move to Scaleswind while Haven decides to wait for Irena so she can go back to Phoenix Drop with her, see how the village has changed while she's been gone. And just when Irena is about to arrive at the bakery after finding Levin's mom, someone else swoops in on a wyvern and sweeps Haven off her feet all over again.

Haven returns to Phoenix Drop and is overjoyed to have Laurance back in her life and she finally learns the name of that silent guard she met about a year ago. And his name is Garroth?? And he sounds exactly like the one she met in O'Khasis??? Hm, odd coincidence huh? Laurance and Irena are quick to rush off to Meteli to try and rescue the missing Cadenza, and while Haven tags along, Laurance insists that she stays behind once they find out where Castor has been taken to. He can't risk her getting hurt.

Four days later Irena returned to Phoenix Drop with the news of Laurance's sacrifice. Haven spent the next month holed up in an old friends house in Brightport desperately researching the Divine, Realm Barriers, and the Shadow Abyss (Nether), hoping she could find the key to get him out of there. Or make sure he stayed there. She wasn't ever too sure of what she wanted, largely because the chance that Laurance's calling latched onto her was incredibly high given his fondness for her.

She returns to Phoenix Drop for Donna's wedding, and JUMPSCARE, that noble little prick you pissed off like three years ago is now the high priest of Irene, future lord of O'Khasis, and wants you fucking dead! Oh and while you're constantly paranoid, on edge, barely sleeping because you might be killed in your sleep, your boyfriend comes back from the other dimension he was in and is blind now! Horray! Aren't we having fun?

The rest of the plot is like this, largely being carried out in the same way, but Haven is there and contributing, primarily through her music and magic. She's a bard who can cast healing spells, and people just keep getting injured like every single plotline, so she keeps playing more and more songs to help aid them in the recovery process. Because she's previously befriended so many other characters she finds a sense of belonging as her friends move into Phoenix Drop, and while she never gets a house there, she couch surfs between the houses of all her girlfriends and also the guard tower when she feels like sleeping with Laurance, much to Garroth's chagrin.

This also means that when Katelyn shows up, she's petrified. She spends most of the end of the season hiding in Lucinda's house because she can't have anyone from O'Khasis finding her, or they will arrest her and anyone who gets in the way. Oh, and before all of that happens, she has a chance encounter with a man who's camped out around Phoenix Drop who is... eerily familiar. She can't put her finger on it.

The thing that makes Haven break her cover is when news gets out that Nicole is missing. That's when her desperation takes precedent over her need to survive and she starts searching. Katelyn is on their side at this point, but she doesn't know that, and is willingly risking her life just to ensure that Nicole is safe and Phoenix Drop doesn't go to war. And she's with the rest of the group when they go to the Irene Dimension.

Season 2 is when things start going a little off the rails due to Haven's presence, largely once Michi and Tu'la start becoming major players. When Michi kidnaps the small group, Haven is a part of it. And while Michi sells off her friends, she takes Haven herself and plans on taking her back to Tu'la, who believe Haven has been dead since she left about 18 years ago. Michi thinks that if she can take Haven back to Tu'la, she'll be forgiven for her crimes. This obviously doesn't work because Michi sucks at holding people hostage for longer than a day, but Haven gets hit with a one-two combo the minute she's safe.

Because she's safe in Scaleswind. Where Nicole is now lord, a position Haven once offered to help her run from, and she's a mother and lying to everyone about the father. Haven can see right through her bull shit and is honestly so disappointed. She leaves for 15 years and then everyone forgets that polyamory is an option. Smh. But Haven sure hasn't, especially once they stumble upon that cursed island and there's an incredibly handsome, flirty, awkward dork who's absolutely smitten with her from minute one.

I'm so serious about this Haven and Travis know each other for like five hours, share one meal together, and then sleep together. It's her current personal best for "Sleeping with a new party companion any%". Honestly when they get back to Ru'aun, Haven's feeling actually pretty okay with life. Her and Katelyn are becoming friends, she's rebuilding her friend group that's also a polycule, the cat is and has been out of the bag about who Aaron is since the end of Season 1 (and he is part of the polycule, just quieter than everyone else). Vylad is in her life again and slowly becoming a surrogate brother, and Irena wants them to go traveling? She gets to go back to Nahkra and visit the old thieves guild, It's like a dream come true--

WOMP WOMP YOUR DAD IS INVADING O'KHASIS AND YOUR BROTHER IS TRYING TO KILL YOU AND IF YOU DON'T SPILL ALL YOUR FAMILY SECRETS RIGHT THE FUCK NOW YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS ARE PROBABLY GOING TO DIE

And that's one of the main reasons Haven exists. Because the threat of Tu'la doesn't really feel like that big of a deal in the main story, at least not to the main character. It's a problem that she has to solve, but there's little to no personal stakes in the conflict until Garroth comes back. Well not anymore!! Now it's a direct threat to Haven's safety and she has what seems to be a blood thirsty monster hunting after her. Haven knows from personal experience how cruel her father and his kingdom can be, and she'll be damned if Ru'aun falls under their rule. She's the one who really starts driving the plot as Irena's scatterbrained and seemingly flippant attitude isn't suited for trying to prevent a war of this scale.

When they find the island, Haven is also a primary leader in getting stuff done there because the sooner they get this alliance set up, the sooner she can help lead an attack against Tu'la, even from the sidelines. And while progress is slow and steady, she manages to have a lot of meaningful moments with the people she cares about, she even manages to reveal to her traveling and wandering friends that she isn't dead. This, along with the knowledge that her kingdom and it's refugees regard her as dead is what causes Haven to take on her new title, Haven the Undying. The world has thought her dead twice, and yet here she is still kicking.

She holds a celebration after their alliance has been established. A celebration of their return, the new alliance, and just so she and her friends can all play in one place. It's a beautiful moment of Haven bringing her worlds together, expressing her love for others freely, and being able to just live in the moment.

The next day the refugees she met back in Scaleswind are attacked on their way to Phoenix Drop, and while Haven is in the middle of taking care of them, SOMEONE has to blow up!! I didn't go too in depth on it, but needless to say Aaron and haven were close. She was the only one in the group to know of his past before he joined, and as I said before, there was something happening between them when Haven first showed up in Ru'aun that blossomed into something real after the Irene Dimension. He was her favorite duet partner, and now he's dead.

Haven enters a grief spiral where she's unable to speak or play for a few days, but the memory of how happy Aaron looked when playing with her motivates her to play in his honor. It motivates her to keep going, to tell stories about him, sing songs about him, and even finishes the song they started writing together. Furthermore, once Garroth is back the two rekindle their old friendship, especially during the war.

But before the final push against Tu'la can take place, something... strange happens. While bothering Emmalyn in Kul'zak's crypt, Haven finds a hidden room home to many of his treasures. Including half of his relic, which instantly bonds to her and nearly kills her. She survives, but it starts really fucking with her life. She gets random memories, especially in the abandoned city, sometimes she disappears in her sleep and ends up in the lake that Kul'zak and Menphina once hung out in, and worst of all, one of the times she's there she sees Menphina. Or rather, Menphina's relic holder, her brother.

Eventually she leads the charge against Tu'la and they win!! Wahoo!! She gets to enjoy time in O'Khasis in peace, start some kind of real romance with Garroth, and just enjoy life. She even goes back to Falcon Claw to pay her respects to everyone there, along with getting some funky relic memories while in O'Khasis. She returns to the Alliance and becomes its Lord so Irena can focus on raising her children, and she even adopts a little Siamese cat and names it Gyb.

And that's as much as I have written out. I know where her story is inevitably going to end up, and it's not pretty. Before everything completely collapses she does get some respite. She gets to reunite with her brother and talk out what happened between them over their fathers rotting corpse. This is also when the two finally learn the truth about their relics. They both were given half a relic at birth. Haven was given half of Menphina's, and Nerrus was given half of Kul'zak's. And then they each got the other half of the relic they didn't have, which is very confusing for the both of them. But it does allow them to learn to love one another as family before the entire world is plunged into darkness.

Let's just say that in that battle against Araphel to decide the fate of the realms, she fights incredibly hard, she fights valiantly, she's one of the main people who's able to survive in the hellscape he spreads, but it isn't enough. In the end, she and what few of her friends remain have to make the hardest decisions they've ever had to make. In order to ensure that they can survive together, she has to become a Shadow Knight, a complete one. This means someone has to kill her, and then she has to kill the last mortal she holds dear in her heart.

In the end she does eventually get something she wanted. All Haven could ask for was a life with the ones she loved where they could live in peace. And in the end, she still has the one person who means more to her than anything. In the end, even if it feels superfluous at this point, she gets to fulfill a promise she made back when they were exploring and found Lilith on that island. In the end, she gets to marry the love of her life and live a twisted happily ever after with him.

TLDR: I'm literally in love with Laurance Zvahl and did all this so my self insert oc could marry him and have as much hot steamy sex with him as desired without worrying about having kids cause I hate kids.

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Last song?

The Way I am by Charlie Puth (I was singing with my window up)

Current reading?

Falling Slowly by @musings-of-a-rose Slow burn with the reader and Tommy Miller. The Tommy Tower has cookies 🍪 Warm cookies that melt in your mouth.

Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese You had me at Javier Peña and I stayed for the poetic storytelling and watching the slow descent into attraction between the reader and Javi. I’m behind on it but I plan to catch up.

You were Marked by @handspunyarns Din Djarin has a bounty in an unknown region of space. What he finds, is beyond his comprehension and understanding. It changes him and who he meets. (Make sure to review author’s warnings before reading).

Be My Little Darling by @megamindsecretlair The push and pull between Loki and the reader make the crux of the story. Their enjoyable banter and the mystery at hand keeps things moving through the chapters.

Working Title by @rhoorl Sadly, another one I’m behind on, but I’m gonna catch up because Dieter Bravo! Slow burn romance is my jam. Doing hair and makeup for your crush shouldn’t be awkward right?

I’m sure there’s more but I need to better organize fics I’m following. 😭

Last Movie?

Wonder Woman 1984

It’s karaoke night, what are you singing?

Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse

Love Come Down by Evelyn “Champagne” King

Tokyo by Lianne La Havas

Lipstick by Charlie Puth (reminds me of Red Light Special by TLC)

Obsessed by Calvin Harris, Charlie Puth and Shaneesa

I enjoy singing. My neighbors may not 🤣

Currently working on?

A multi chapter Dieter Bravo fic, My Frankie fic, My Javier Peña fic, two Dieter drabbles, a Joel assignment, planning two Din Djarin fics, one Ezra fic I’m toying around with

Are there too many WIPs? Always! 😆

My mind’s a mess, can’t you tell?

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[greenorangevioletgrass]

crash course (t.h.)

masterlist | ko-fi?

pairing: tom holland x bi!musician!reader

summary: fresh out of a breakup, tom moves in with his childhood best friend. she teaches him a thing or two about moving on.

word count: 6.8k (phew)

warnings: best friends to lovers, flatmates au, sexual tension, reader is a fuckgirl/chaotic bi, tom is an idiot, language, drinking, weed, fluff, minor angst, smut!, fingering, oral (m/f), protected sex, dirty talk, bro talk lol

song inspo: hozier - moment's silence / john mayer - in your atmosphere / harry styles - woman / lianne la havas - courage / billie eilish - when the party's over

notes: soooo it was based on this ask but it turned into... a monster lmao. i absolutely love y/n here; she's like a combination of harry styles, st. vincent, hozier, and john mayer and i hope you enjoy it!

***

After a rigorous nine-month long shoot and a tough breakup after a two-year relationship, Tom feels like he’s due for a fresh start. He’s had enough of wallowing in his parents’ house, taking Tessa on long quiet walks at the park, and taking the piss out of his brothers at home. No more of that. He needs to be somewhere different. New.

Hence why he’s taken his car and his stuff to this newish apartment complex in Battersea. (And yes, he’s aware that it’s only a half-hour ride from his family home. But it’s more of a… mental distance more than anything else.)

And there she is, like the most constant thing in his life, standing at the curb in her old grey hoodie and ratty sneakers, with a smile she’s always sported for as long as he’s known her. For a moment, he doesn’t feel all that nervous about this impulsive move.

“Tommy Shelby!” Y/N exclaims as he gets out of the car.

“Not my name,” he deadpans, but hugs her anyway.

She pats him squarely on the back and gives him a brief kiss on the cheek. “I know it’s not. How are you, man?”

“Honestly? Meh.” he pulls away, grimacing. “But I’ll live. Come on, help me get my stuff up.”

She follows him to the boot of his car, surprised and confused by what’s in it. Two suitcases, a duffel bag, and two boxes. All this for a whole-ass international movie star in a multibillion dollar franchise.

“This it? What are you, a student?”

“Are you kidding? I got my golf clubs, too. Do you think I was raised in a barn?” Tom shoots her a funny look as he takes out the suitcases and slings the duffel bag across his shoulder. “You take these, I’ll get the boxes.”

That’s how their relationship has always been. They met back in BRIT School, right around the age where girls and boys can’t be seen together without the rest of the class thinking they’re together, so they established a very 'bro-y' friendship. Funny quips and borderline mean insults to veil just how much they care about each other. First as friends, and then--

Life takes them into different directions. Tom's movies take him all around the world, and Y/N is busy making her own name in the music industry, as a singer/songwriter and producer. Their daily exchanges turn into semi-regular catch-ups and occasional run-ins at events. So, when they bumped into each other at a Tesco three weeks ago and Tom moaned about living at home, it was a no-brainer for Y/N to offer her spare bedroom for him.

Nevermind the fact that her childhood crush is resurfacing and she needs to find a way to get over it.

“You sure you can still see what’s in front of you? What with this… tall stack you’re carrying?” she grins, knocking the top of the box playfully, leading him out of the elevator.

He scoffs at her dramatically, following her into the hallway. “Shut up, I’mma kick you in the shin.”

“Alright, little soldier boy. Here it is!” she welcomes him into the flat, throwing her key into the bowl on the console table.

He drops the boxes next to where Y/N leaves his luggage, by the door. The light blue sofa faces the TV, flanked by a mint green armchair and a red round ottoman. Her digital piano sits on one corner, her guitars adorning the wall, while the other side opens up to a kitchen/dining area with a balcony. The shelves are sparsely filled with books and picture frames and awards, and Tom feels less like he’s intruding on someone else’s living space.

"Mi casa es su casa. Literally,” Y/N says with an easy smile.

He stands in the middle of the bedroom-- his new bedroom. The sun streams in from a floor-to-ceiling window, and he’s thankful for the view of the nearby park. The double bed is flanked by built-in wardrobes and a desk, with two rows of bookshelves over it. The room is sparsely decorated, save for a few tasteful black-and-white photos of tulips and calla lilies on the wall. She leaves him alone to unpack, saying something about a welcoming party as she walks out.

The welcoming ‘party,’ as it turns out, is attended by them and them alone, sitting on the living room couch with pizza, beer, and a joint. It’s a remnant of simpler times, of all-night movie marathons and video games. And a stark reminder of growing up, given how comfortably drunk and high they are.

It’s one hell of a nice evening.

"You seem a lot more comfortable under the influence than I remember." she observes him take a puff, struggling to stop staring at his delicate lips over the haze.

"I've gotten a lot more accustomed to it over the years," he brings it back up to his lips one more time. "'m not that kid who freaked out about one puff for a whole hour anymore.”

“No, you’re not.” Y/N laughs, her head laid on the seat of the couch, near his broad shoulder. “You were a bigger pain in the ass high than you were sober back then. How is that even possible?”

And with that, he laughs wryly. “I think I’m an even bigger pain now, moping about for a whole month after my girlfriend dumped me-- thanks for taking me in, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” she brushes him off. “I’m pretty happy to have you… slummin’ it here with me.”

“I wouldn’t call this ‘slumming’, really.” he looks around at the sleek light fixtures, fancy TV, feeling the soft, fluffy fabric of the sofa underneath his hand… stopping just an inch from her back. "You seem to be doing alright for yourself."

"Well…" she shrugs somewhat sheepishly. Truth be told, she has been doing pretty well. A sleeper hit album, a successful tour across Europe...

"Aren't you?" he looks deep into her eyes. For a moment, the humor fades out; there's just soft, genuine concern in his features. She can feel his arm around her shoulders, solid and reassuring.

And God, it melts her like hot knife on fucking butter.

"It's just…" she takes the joint from him and takes a deep drag. "It can get a bit lonely sometimes. I mean, I'm sure you know how it feels."

"Oh, yeah. All too well."

"Mm. One minute, you're in a hall so crowded, you can barely hear yourself think. And then you come back to your hotel room or your flat and then it's just… dead silence. It's nice to have some company." she smiles softly.

"Well, say no more. You got company right here.” he rests his head on her shoulder, all snug and comfy.

She leans back into him and sighs, the animal documentary playing on TV feels fuzzy and distant. The weed grows faint, the beer tepid. And the company… she just hopes the company doesn’t drift away as quickly.

***

They fall into an easy routine in no time. Tom wakes up early, goes on a morning run or a round of golf, and whips up some breakfast-- sometimes a fancy French toast, and other times just… jam on toast. Y/N usually rolls out of bed from the sweet smell, and Tom is always more than happy to make enough for both of them.

"Ugh, can you just be my malewife forever, please?" she mutters one morning, half-asleep as she takes a bite of Tom's homemade raspberry waffles. "You can quit acting and just… do this."

He hums into his tea. "I don't think you can afford me as a trophy husband."

She pauses, as if making budget calculations in her head. "Yeah, you're right. I can never compete with that Marvel money."

"Sorry, love.” Tom smiles, looking not sorry at all.

"Shame. Would’ve loved to see you rockin’ aprons and… hoovering around the house all day.” she hums into her coffee this time.

During the day, they would do their own thing. Y/N would write music on her piano, mix tracks in her little workspace in her room, or occasionally go out to a proper recording studio to work. And Tom would… he would do whatever new hobby he decided to pick up. Meditate, journal, read a book (as much as his attention span allows him anyway), paint, watch a movie, puzzle, woodwork...

Y/N comes home one afternoon to Tom sitting on their balcony floor, the sound of sandpaper against wood filling the air. The back of his plain white t-shirt is stained with sweat, and she wonders how long he’s been at this.

"Honey, I’m home! Make me a sandwich!” she hollers into the flat in a saccharine sweet voice.

Tom didn’t even look up; he just replies knowingly, “Kindly fuck a duck.”

She leans against the glass door, curiously eyeing the planks of wood of various sizes spread all around him. (That's a lie, she's completely eyeing the ripples of Tom's back muscles doing manual labor.)

Of course, he’s much too focused to provide any further explanations, so she prods on, "Whatcha up to, you sexy lumberjack?"

“Making a little shelf for your...” he gestures at the array of pots and terrariums on the other corner of the balcony, “...green babies.”

“Aww, cool! Thanks, man. Just don’t forget to clean up all the grit, yeah?”

“You got it, boss lady.”

It must be a strange sight to see him transform into a basic bitch, he’s sure of it, but he’s grateful that she doesn’t say anything. Truth be told, she seems to be unfazed in whatever weird shit he does in the slightest.

That's not to say that she isn't supportive-- she is, just not through coddling words of encouragement. What she does do is treat him as normal as one would, as if he’s always done this-- and occasionally join him. Casually helps out with his puzzles when she’s taking a break from her work. Buys new essential oils for the diffuser and meditates with him. Park herself next to him on the couch with some beer or crisps and watch (or heckle) the movie, especially if it’s something obscure and artsy. And truth be told, it is refreshing as fuck.

“So…” Y/N speaks up, not even three minutes into Paterson. “Is this movie basically just… Adam Driver living up to his name?”

“Huh?”

“Because he’s-- you know... a driver.” she motions at the screen, which shows his character driving a bus, fighting back a dumb grin.

Tom groaned. “Are you for real?”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. The guy’s…” she tilts her head to the side as she studies the man on the screen. “...strangely hot. He looks like he’s into some freaky shit.”

“I don’t need to know that,” he shudders.

“You’re just jealous that I’m thinking of boning--”

“Shh! Shut up, you’re making me miss what they’re saying!” he puts his whole palm over her laughing face, shoving her away while she snuggles closer into him.

And in the evenings, they would have dinner. Tom cooks mostly; he has the time now, and it gives him a chance to experiment on new recipes. It doesn't always work (like that one time when his chicken noodle soup tastes like seawater), but when that happens, they're always happy to get takeouts and a few beers.

And occasionally, Y/N would drag him to the pub or whatever venue she's playing in. Just to get some fresh air. Interact with the outside world.

Maybe meet someone.

He tries to convince her it’s not necessary. He’s more than happy to sit back, nurse his pint, and enjoy her set. The melody she sings is soulful, but the guitar riffs she plays matches the heart beyond what words can convey. And her band follows her lead; the steady rhythmic guitar, the thumping bass, the banging drums-- a gritty, bluesy sound against the absolutely ethereal backing vocals. It’s a bit hard to believe that she’s singing a song about oral sex, so riddled with religious allegories, but the way she plays it… he can’t imagine it being anything else.

“Like a heathen clung to its homily, let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me. So summon on the pearl rosary. Let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me…”

It comes to no surprise at all that she has all kinds of girls and boys chatting her up after her set. And she’s so fucking good at that, too.

“Seriously? That’s amazing!” Y/N beams at this petite blonde who came up to her at the bar. “I’m absolutely hopeless at all that. But my friend Tom here... hey, Tom!”

Tom turns toward the girls with a friendly wave.

“Tom does absolutely everything-- gymnastics, aerial, martial arts… you name it,” Y/N smoothly segues the conversation into a three-way. “Tom, this is Bailey. Bailey, Tom.”

“It’s not as impressive as it sounds. I’m not an Olympian or anything,” Tom bashfully smiles as he shakes her hand.

“I somehow don’t believe that,” she quirks an eyebrow playfully, like she recognized him but doesn’t wanna make it weird. “I think you’re being very modest.”

He laughs, catching how Bailey sizes him up. And he sizes her back up, too. Her greenish eyes and her little black dress and her pastel nail art… and in the background, Y/N subtly raising her glass and nodding in approval, slowly pulling back from the conversation so they could get to know each other better.

She might just be the most perfect flatmate he's ever had.

Well.

Almost perfect.

***

The first time it happened, he thought it was an honest mistake. She hasn't had any flatmates since she moved into this place, so she probably didn't know just how well sound travels through these apparently thin walls. She just carries on having loud sex with the girl she brought home that night.

And he's not even annoyed by her. If anything, he’s impressed because it sounds like Y/N is rocking the absolute socks off this girl. He could hear her whimpers rising up and winding down, over and over again. Over his friend’s warm laughters that turned into velvety moans. Coming together in an erratic duet of euphoric cries of release. Tom would be lying if he wasn't the slightest bit turned on.

"Oh, my God, Y/N, please give it to me, I can’t take it anymore!"

The girl in question said something indiscernible through the walls, followed by a sharp SMACK!

And Tom simply teases Y/N in the morning with a knowing smirk. “Hot date?”

Y/N, as freakishly rowdy and obscene she is in bed, didn’t kiss and tell.

The second time it happened, Tom began to suspect that’s simply how she fucks. His electric drill was whirring into planks of wood as he installed new shelves, but even that couldn't drown out Y/N's signature airy moans and the deep growls of her partner-- some guy she’d met in Amsterdam last year. At first he thought they were taking advantage of the mechanical noise. But he stopped, and he swore they started fucking even louder.

And he gets it. There's something inherently alluring about her. It's not just her music. Even in a crop top and jeans, she oozes sex appeal. The spotlight hits her smooth skin, beads of sweat rolling down her neck like crystals. Fingers expertly working the strings, glossy lips hovering over her mic almost like she’s making out with it… one can't help but imagine how good she is with her hands and mouth.

Tom would take this to the grave, but he totally retreated into the shower and jerked off to the fantasy of her mouth on his cock, like the song she sings about. He wonders if she could elicit those sounds from him, too.

He aimed his orgasm at the wall and just stood there under the shower, letting the droplets ricochet on his back with the ultimate realization.

This is fucked up, Tom. You’re in a weird funk and jacking off to your flatmate fucking some random guy in the other room. You need to get laid.

The next time they went out, less than a week later, he’s determined not to end up alone at the end of the night. Halfway through his third pint, a girl sat next to him and discreetly leaned his way.

“Don’t freak out, but… people are staring at you. And don’t worry, I checked; you don’t have toilet paper stuck on your trousers.”

“Thanks for looking out for me,” he chuckled, partly in relief, looking up at the girl in question.

“I'm Brooke, by the way." she offered her hand.

She's pretty cute, with wavy blonde hair down to her shoulders and dark brown eyes that seem kind. She didn't seem to recognize him either --or if she did, she wasn't very affected by it. And for that, he's willing to see how this goes.

"I'm Tom." he shook on it. "Can I buy you a drink, Brooke?"

“That’d be… really nice.”

She turned out to be nice, too. A nurse who works long shifts and has no time to catch up to the hype of the MCU, for which Tom is insanely grateful-- it's much easier to flirt when the other person didn't have any preconceived notions about him. Loves Richard Curtis movies and comedy panel shows. Has the sense of humor to show for it, too.

Somewhere along the way, he caught Y/N’s gaze from across the room as she performed her solo acoustic set. He subtly tilted his head towards Brooke, who had her back turned towards the bar, flashing a hopeful smile towards his friend.

“I’m gonna steer clear, or burn up in your atmosphere. I’m gonna steer clear, ‘cause I’d die if I saw you, I’d die if I didn’t see you...” she crooned, soft and wistful, in lieu of her usual witty smirk.

They locked eyes for a split second, he felt like she was singing straight to him. The pub suddenly cleared out, the distance closed between them, and she might as well be a breath away from him. And he didn’t know what to make of it. What the hell was she trying to say? That she wanted him but she couldn’t?

The moment was gone as quickly as it started, and Y/N looked out to the audience. It’s incredibly subtle, but Tom could see her switch back into performing mode.

“Think I’m gonna stay, gonna stay in the gray.” she looked out into the distance. “All the streetlights say never mind, never mind. And the canyon lights say never mind. Sunset says we see this all the time. Never mind, never you mind.”

The crowd’s cheers and applause were like a fresh slap in Tom’s face, awaking him from his thoughts. He’s imagining things, he’s sure of it. Y/N has been nothing but a good friend through this ordeal and he’s reading too much into the smallest things she does. That’s not fair. Brooke was right there with him and she deserved his undivided attention. So he turned to her and said,

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

They were enjoying themselves. She was pretty vanilla, all tender kisses and quiet sighs, which Tom didn’t mind at all. He kind of liked it that way. No fancy stuff, no adventurous kinks that pose a lot of risks, no pretense that this is anything more than it looks like… it was just that.

Nice.

Well.

Up until they were done, but the couple in the next room… wasn't. It was a uniquely awkward thing to lie there with ragged breaths and inadvertently listen to more intense, ragged breaths through the wall. And frankly, it made Tom second guess just how much Brooke really enjoyed herself.

He sighed, annoyed. "I'm really sorry. My flatmate is... I swear to God--"

"It's okay," she waved him off, sitting up from Tom’s arm. "I think I should go, though."

"Oh." his eyes followed her around the room, gathering her discarded clothes. Putting her shoes back on. Shuffling around to find her purse.

Tom kissed her goodnight at the front door, and then simply threw himself back into bed, deflated. Blindly reaching for his AirPods to keep out all the commotion --he’s been telling himself he’s not annoyed, but maybe now he is.

Just a little.

Partly at his roommate, for ruining a perfectly nice evening with a perfectly nice girl. And maybe, just maybe, at himself for briefly thinking Y/N was giving him time of day like that.

And he is fully planning to set things straight first thing in the morning.

***

Y/N wakes up cranky.

She’s had one too many drinks after her little solo set-- partly from the rush of testing out new unreleased songs, partly from annoyance that Tom bailed on her mid-performance. But mostly from that split second she may have revealed too much to Tom.

Oh, the scene plays out so clearly even amidst her persistent hangover. The harsh jet of water from the shower does nothing to obscure the memory of his dumb smile, fading away as he caught her in a moment of brutal honesty. I’d die if I saw you, I’d die if I didn’t see you. He saw it, and dipped. With that pretty blonde, no less.

She shuffles into the kitchen, hoping to get her coffee without bumping into him. But, of course, Tom's already beat her to it and hands over a fresh brew in her favorite 'let’s keep the dumbfuckery to a minimum' cup.

"You are godsend. I love you so much," she murmurs, her voice low and raspy in the morning.

"You talkin' to me or the coffee?"

"The coffee," she answers immediately, still managing to maintain the facade. "But you're alright too."

"Gee, thanks."

She sips her coffee in silence. "How'd it go with, um… the blonde girl last night?"

He stretches his arm, muscles flexing right before her eyes. "Brooke? It was good. Didn't stay the night, though. Figured it was a bit too loud too--"

Before Tom could finish giving her shade, he stops at the sound of approaching footsteps from her room. Y/N turns, finding a girl walking this way. Her yellow dress and warm smile are bright against her stunning dark skin. She remembers how wonderful she was last night --sweet and eager and right in more ways than one. But now her presence just feels… out of place.

"I had a great time last night." she leans down to give Y/N a long, hard kiss, and Tom makes it a point to mind his own fucking business and not make any eye contact, busying himself with his tea.

Y/N pulls away, gently tucks a few strands of the girl’s box braids behind her ear. "Alright, darling. I'll see you around?"

"See you." she steps back with a wave, but then stops in her tracks when her eyes catch Tom’s.

Oh, no. Tom knows that look. She clocked him. And the last thing he wants is to get recognized in his own home by his flatmate's hookup at 8 in the fucking morning.

"Hey, aren't you--"

"Tom Holland? Yeah, he gets that a lot," Y/N smoothly intercepts. "This is Nick Miller...ton. My friend Nick Millerton. Nicky, this is Lana."

"What’s the craic, darling?" Tom greets her in an Irish accent, taking a whole two seconds to realize how dumb he must have sounded, and how much it's killing Y/N to stay cool.

"Sorry, I thought…" she responds from her spot, somewhat embarrassed by her 'mistake.' "Anyway. Bye, guys."

They smile and wave until the door shuts behind her. Click, and then their heads whip toward each other.

"Nick Millerton? You've been watching too much New Girl," he scoffs at her.

"Oh, and giving yourself an Irish accent is a good idea?" she retorts. "You sound like a walking stereotype!"

"Well, jokes on you because I've been sitting down this whole time!"

Y/N burst out laughing, and just like that, the tension between them has died down. It’s that easy.

And as quickly as it crashes in, as quickly it fades away, and soon enough, they’re left with a heavy silence.

Tom puts his mug down, trying to play it off casually. "So... I suppose things went well with Lana?"

She mutters behind her coffee cup, "You can say that."

"Oh, come on! We both know that's an understatement." Tom cries impatiently, then pauses thoughtfully. "How do you even make 'em sound like that?"

"It's really just about… paying attention. Figure out what works, and work it. You're an actor, you get it." You’ve played pretend and pleased an audience, she thinks.

"I mean, I like to think I'm alright, but those girls… shit. What are you, a pussy whisperer or something?"

She chuckles, absentmindedly opening her Twitter. "I can teach you if you want."

And just like that, a hush falls over the room. Tom just stares at her. Trying to process what she really just offered him. He's not even sure what she offered. And somehow, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is,

"I… didn't even know you liked me like that."

And Y/N softens. Quiets down. And there he caught her again. One of those moments of brutal honesty. And Y/N figures if she plays it cool and nonchalant, he would drop it.

"You walk around the house half-naked, sweaty, looking like that, painting and woodworking and shit… 'course I'm attracted to you.” she shrugs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

But Tom knows her too well. He sees right through her and presses on. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were getting over a relationship! I didn’t wanna make things more complicated for you.”

“So you just… keep bringing all these random people to shag?”

“I gotta channel all that energy somewhere, right?”

There’s no denying, no charming her way into an excuse anymore. Not only has she been pining over her long-time best friend, she also has a batshit way of coping with it. She can see the gears turning in his head, and once it clicks, it’s over for her.

No more company. No more friend, probably.

Tom slowly leans back into his chair, choosing his words carefully as he speaks his mind, "I've... always been into you, too. Like, since school, if you can believe it.”

“What?”

“Why’d you think I freaked out so much when I got high the first time? I was worried I might… slip and say that I’m head over balls in love with you,” he admits, his eyes stubbornly glued to his clasped hands.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she echoes his exact question not even five minutes ago.

He shakes his head, staring far out the window. “I don’t know. We’re friends… I just thought-- I don’t wanna make things complicated between us.”

It’s fucking hilarious to hear it back, and Y/N can’t help but laugh. Her whole face lights up and there’s no way Tom could go another second without being infected by her mirth. Their eyes meet again --voluntarily honest, for the first time. The warmth of their friendship somewhat cloaks them, but not quite. There’s an air of… newness over them.

“Oh God…” Y/N rubs the bridge of her nose. “So what now?”

The boy is quiet for a moment, giving it a good thought. “I mean, we can finish our breakfast or… we can, you know, go back to bed. Together.”

The cocky glint in his eyes is back, and she stares for a moment, wondering how much he meant it. “Would you like to?” she tilts her head to the side inquisitively.

"Well… yeah,” he admits in earnest.

She puts down her cup, making a soft thunk against the table. "Let's go, then."

Y/N truly brings out the best and the worst of him. Tom’s nervousness is now overshadowed by the strong desire to prove her wrong. Wrong about what, he’s not entirely sure.

He squares up and looks her in the eye. "My room or yours?"

"Up to you."

"I got fresh sheets?" he offers.

"Deal.” Y/N smiles. Then, she leans in over the table as if going for a kiss, making Tom’s heart leap out of his chest, and stops a breath away. “Race you to your room.”

She may be quick in her banters, but Tom is quicker in his movement. Within a few strides, he manages to wrap his arms around her waist, giggling like a maniac as he turns her around. They’re already breathless from laughing, the warmth emanating from each other akin to a part of their own. And when their lips finally touch, it takes an extra three seconds for it to really sink in.

He tastes sweet and earthy. Of black tea and honey. His lips are as soft as she imagined him to be, although he kisses a little rougher than he looks, mouth hungrily chasing hers. And how could he not? This unbelievable, impossible girl is melting into his kiss, all too glad to let him take her into bed.

He pushes her into bed, stares at her sprawled up on the mattress as he takes off his ratty t-shirt, climbing on top of her with a newfound gusto.

But when he closes in on her, she smiles. “I win.”

“Huh?”

“Told you I’d race you to your bed, right?”

“Maybe I let you win. Make it fair.” he nuzzles her nose, nipping at her lower lip.

"Why, because you're gonna lose?" she’s quick to capture his lip between her teeth.

He rolls his eyes. "Exactly, so just let me have this, alright?”

“Ugh, fine,” she dramatically groans, throwing herself back into bed.

He swerves down to her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down the side. His finger tread the line where her bare skin meets the fluffy bathrobe, following its path to the knot on her torso. With one tug, he unveils her bare body like a newly minted sculpture.

“Holy fuck." his big brown eyes impossibly darken at the sight of your tits. "I waited ten years to make a move on you?”

She humphs. “You and me both, bro.”

“Don’t call me ‘bro’ in bed.”

“Gotcha.” Y/N nods along, pulling him in for another kiss.

He loves how filthy her kisses are. Tongue laving into his mouth, nose clashing into his, teeth biting at his lower lip. Tom is both scared and horny for what comes next.

He pulls away, brows furrowed in curiosity. “I do mean it, though. How do you make ‘em sound like that?”

“Why? You got more girls to bang after this?” Y/N smirks playfully.

“No, there’s just this one girl… heard she’s pretty good in bed, so I wanna show her a good time," he pouts, playing up his boyish charms as he draws patterns on her hip.

“Nice.” she grins at him, not so much flattered as she is amused by his efforts.

“Thank you, I try.”

“Well, I told you it’s all about figuring out what she likes.” she toys with his curls, twirling it around her fingers. “So… why don’t you go ahead and find out?”

And with that, off he roams all over her chest. Marking his trail with kisses all the way to the swell of her breast. The hitch in her breath doesn't go amiss when he sucks a pert nipple, nor does the little moan when he pinches the other. He nips at the hardened, dusky brown thing and she moans. Crystal clear on his ear, as opposed to distant echoes through the walls.

"Ooh, you like it rough, don't you?" His face lights up like a fucking naughty boy with a new toy.

She smiles blissfully, giving his hair a firm tug. Sure enough, his eyes close and mouth opens in pleasure.

"Apparently, so do you," she retorts, not missing a beat, feeling his erection with her thigh. "Go on, off you pop."

He feigns annoyance, pushing her thigh aside and pinning it down with his own so she's spread wide open. His hand glides down between her legs and nearly slips from the wetness.

Their eyes meet --openly, deliberately- and he watches her eyelids grow heavy as he massages her swollen clit. Her sharp, keen eyes glaze over as he rubs faster. Presses harder. He watches her jaw drop as he slides a long, thick finger inside of her.

"Fuck!" she rolls her hips as he pumps into her, one finger and then another. Shamelessly showing how much pleasure she gets from his massive hand.

And through it all, she watches him, too. She watches the frown between his eyebrows as he concentrates on finding the right rhythm, right vibe for her. The dirty glint in his eyes when he makes her twist and turn. The half-lidded, slack-jawed look he's sporting as she arches into his scissoring hand with no shame.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop…" she rambles on feverishly, eyes rolling back as her orgasm looms near.

And he doesn't. With his thumb on her clit and two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, he watches her come undone --twisting and turning and moaning, all from this. From him.

And he doesn't stop. Not until she's literally jolting from the touch and squirming away from him.

"Jesus Christ, you're pretty as fuck," Tom pulls away, eyes glazed with wonder as he licks his wet, sticky fingers clean.

Y/N will have to get used to these compliments, because right now, she could feel the warmth creeping up on her cheeks. "Stop it."

He blushes, growing hot himself. "So how'd I do?" he sidles up next to her and gathers her into his chest.

"Not bad…" she can't resist the temptation to fuck with him. "I'll give you a B plus."

"B plus?!" he gasps, tickling your side until you're absolutely wheezing and crying for mercy.

"Alright, fine!" Y/N swats his hand away. "A minus. Because you're insufferable."

"Sure, you don't look like you're enjoying yourself much…" he rolls his eyes, a lighthearted smile tugs on a corner of his lips and she can't resist kissing him then.

"Want me to show you how it's done?" she quirks an eyebrow.

"Do you worst." He's all too happy to let her get on top, watching her shrug off the bathrobe.

Gosh, what a sight is she to behold. Perched on his lap with wild tousled hair and kiss-worn lips like some forest fae. Ready to enchant him. Or curse him.

Either way, he'd die a happy man.

Her mouth is everywhere. She takes the time experimenting how she kisses, licks, and bites him. Slow and thorough. It drives him mad, really.

"Fuckin' hell, Y/N…"

"Hmm?" she mouths at his earlobe, her voice seems to surge right into his dick, all light and airy and deceivingly innocent.

He groans, unable to voice what he wants. He's not even sure what it is he wants. He just wants… more.

She rubs him through his sweatpants and he couldn't buck into her touch fast enough.

"Is this where you want me?" she murmurs into his neck.

But her mouth latches onto his skin, warm and soft with an edge at the same time, and he couldn't shake off the idea of it on his hard length.

"Fucking suck me off," he mutters, "Please."

She pulls away, and he's not sure if she's gonna indulge him right away or mess with him some more. "Well. Since you asked so nicely…"

Y/N tugs his pants down and bites back a grin when his dick slaps onto his stomach, eager to get out of its restraints.

Tom's heartbeat echoes right on his eardrums. His clothes and bedsheets might as well rustle like foil wraps to him as reality sets in. She straddles his thigh and puts a steady hand on the base of his cock. This is really happening.

A moment's silence as she puts her mouth on him.

She is every bit as sensual as she is with her kisses. Slobbering along his shaft with the underside of her tongue, tasting the leaking pre-cum on his tip, taking his whole length down her throat… His surroundings fade to black; in that moment, there's no thin walls, no decorum, no fucking pretense anymore.

"Holy fuck, Y/N, feels so fucking good--" he groans as she pulls back and sinks back in around him.

"So fucking mouthy," she chuckles lazily.

The vibrations from her voice make him thrust into her mouth, one two three times before she gags. But instead of pushing away from him, she grabs his ass, nail digging into his skin as she controls his movement.

She's so good, so warm, so… tight around him that his brain short-circuits. For a hot second, the only thing on his mind is coming inside her, before he realizes he hasn't even been inside her.

"Wait, wait, wait…" Tom slurs, tugging her hair back, her mouth emptied of his cock with a pop. "Don't-- wanna be inside you when I come."

"You were inside me."

"No, not your mouth," he all but whines, "Your, uh…"

"My what?" she challenges, catching the way he blushes. "Say it."

"Your cunt." There’s a bite to how he says it and it’s truthfully hot as fuck.

Y/N smirks, smug and devilish, as she crawls over to his bedside drawer for a condom. Behind her, Tom greedily nips at her hip, hand trailing up her inner thigh to find her soaking cleft once more.

"Where the fuck is your-- oh!" she gasps, feeling his mouth on her pussy, gripping the edge of his drawer at the shock.

The search for the condom is halted as Tom shifts the focus on her cunt. He grabs her hips and eats her out from behind, tracing out new patterns on her clit and her slit as she bends down on all fours. She’s absolutely dripping out of her core, and he can’t get enough. She tastes so good, and she sounds even better, trembling through her second orgasm.

“Check under my Advil and sleeping mask.” He bites at the swell of her butt cheek and lets her off.

She turns toward him with a surprised and dirty look. "Aren't you a surprise."

"Still think I'm a B plus?"

"A minus," she corrected. "And we'll see how your dick game goes first, bro."

He catches the condom she throws his way. "Stop calling me bro, it's such a boner killer."

"I don't think it is, bro." she grins as she straddles his hips, feeling his very much persistent boner between their stomachs.

Tom smacks her thigh in response.

"Alright, alright. Take it easy, buddy."

"Buddy?! Fuck y--" his words are cut off with a moan as Y/N sinks down on his cock with absolutely zero warning.

She revels in the pleasant burn of his cock stretching her walls. He fills her up so well-- no amount of toys or fingers or imagination could ever compare. It just feels different. It feels… like Tom.

"You were saying?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Shut the fuck up." He grabs the back of her head and gives her a bruising kiss as she starts to bounce on his beautiful, curving length.

She laughs, which makes her clench around him tighter. He throws his head back and pulls her closer, moaning in her ear. Mouth crassly seeking her tits. Finding himself lost in her catch and release.

God, what bliss.

He matches the motion of her hips with every thrust. Hitting the deepest parts of her even she never knew before. And the words cease. No quips. No banter. Their mouths are too occupied with more pressing-- more carnal matters. Just unrestrained, unapologetic cries of pleasure, released into the still, morning air. Heat building up as their pace grows more erratic.

Y/N grabs a handful of his hair as Tom hits her sweet spot and rubs her swollen little nub. Again and again and again until they're completely shrouded in waves of pleasure coursing through their veins. Cock and cunt pulsating in unison.

"Holy fuck." Tom's the first to speak up, arms still wrapped around Y/N, who's currently flopped on top of him. "No wonder those people you brought home would go screaming their tits off."

She smiles lazily, looking up at him. "I think we both got game."

He matches her dopey grin and gives her a crisp high-five and a hearty kiss. Things will be just fine between them.

***

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Hello how are You?? May I ask for headcanons with dazai having this crush ar the Agency for a femele non ability user? Shes entered the Agency After yosano and shes super strong since shes bene trainer by Fukuzawa and shes a Sweetheart with everyone but can throw Hand If shes wants? Thank You hava w good day ❤️❤️❤️

Pretty and Badass?

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Fluff

Dazai swears he stopped breathing for a second when he first saw her.

Masterlist

The first time he sets eyes on her, he's gone-

He had heard about her, about Fukuzawa's new pupil and how she'd passed the test flawlessly.

Dazai isn't one to fall in 'love'. At all.

He's thought people are attractive after all, but he's never experienced the feeling of just freezing in place and staring at someone.

Cue Y/N entering the room from Fukuzawa's office.

Damn.

The first thing that struck him was how utterly beautiful she was

The second thing was how unbelievably sweet she was to everyone.

Even Ranpo, yes, Ranpo, offered her some of his snacks with a smile when you helped him find his glasses.

He needed to talk to this person, so naturally, on her first day of the job, he strolls up behind her and places a hand on her shoulder, leaning over to talk to her.

The moment her starts talking, he somehow finds himself pinned to the nearest wall, face first.

Dazai takes a minute to process, before he realises that you just flipped him and had him pinned in five seconds flat.

Damn.

Pretty and Badass?

He looks over his shoulder and he swears he's developing hear problems when he sees the fierce expression on your face.

A beat of silence passes.

"This may just be the best day of my life." Dazai grins at her, prompting her to snap out of it and release him, taking a quick step back.

She's unlucky, however, losing her footing in her surprise, mid apology. She's stumbling backwards, bracing herself to hit the ground.

She never does.

Instead, warm arms wrap around her, holding her securely in place.

She finally cracks open her eyes and meets his brown ones. Her face feels hot as she takes in his warm smile and their proximity.

"My my, what a lovely introduction." He grins

It only goes uphill from there.

Dazai takes every moment he can to spend time with you.

Walking home? Would you look at that, so is he!

"Dazai, you're house is the opposite direction-" "I've been meaning to explore this are anyway!"

On your lunch break, so is he!

"Dazai you're lunch break ended 15 minutes ago-"

She won't lie, it makes her very happy to spend time with him. She finds his presence fun and easy to be around.

Once she's been part of the agency a while, Dazai and her get even closer.

Dazai's the one to confess first, after assessing the situations slowly over the past few months.

He does it in a classic, cheesy way.

The both are walking in a park at night and he drops the fact that he likes her casually into conversation-

Needless to say, that was an interesting night, and he was over the moon when his feelings were reciprocated.

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(29/05/2021)

[sociallyanxiouss]

The Sister (Neville Longbottom) (Part 2)

MASTERLIST 

PART 1

pairing : neville longbottom x potter! reader 

summary :  you’re the overlooked potter twin, but as you grew older, you grew more graceful and cause people to finally looked at your way, but you didn’t realize that a herbology genius has been looking at you for some time now. 

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a/n : i have been trying to find harry imagines to read but i feel like i’ve read most of them, but i know that there are some gems hidden. please send me some works of other people for me to read! anyways, here’s the second part!

you can admit that it took a while to find your happy place. six years was extremely long to some people to find happiness. but to you, all was worth the wait. 

it made you feel more grateful of the people you surrounded yourself with, and made you realise how important time is, and to not waste a second of it. 

but seriously, some days you did lay on your bed and think about how long it took for you to be comfortable and confident in your own skin. 

but that didn’t matter anymore, you have found amazing people and you appreciated it. 

confidence can really make a huge change, now that you thought about it. people only spoke to you, came up to you, smiled at you only when you finally came out of your shell and exerted your confidence. 

thus, you were happy that you took the right path, there’s only one more year of hogwarts, and you didn’t want to waste it. 

you sat in the great hall, next to your brother this time, instead of hermione, talking about random stuff about potions and the classes you had earlier when you heard dean thomas cheering. 

you and your brother looked up to see the small commotion, curious to know what the cheer was for. 

you saw dean thomas and seamus patting neville on the back. wait, more like slapping it, really, with how hard they were patting it. you were sure he would get some bruises afterwards. 

you looked at harry, sharing the same look with each other, with even more confusion. what was it they were so loud about? 

“what are you lot screaming about?” ron, seated opposite of harry, who just was shoving food into his mouth. 

“our neville finally kissed a lady.” the boys around them cheered louder. 

your heart dropped. he did what?

the confusion on your face contorted into a sad, gloomy look. you looked at your brother again, knowing very well that he probably would be looking at you too. 

and you were right, your eyes met each other. he gave you a look of sympathy, something you hated over the years that you learnt to love yourself. but this time, it felt worse. 

it felt like a thousand needles were going through your chest, puncturing your quick pumping heart. 

“oh no.” hermione whispers to herself. but you heard it, and so did ron and harry. they knew exactly what she meant with the tiny whisper she let out. 

you gave your friends a small smile, to show that you’re fine, that they have nothing to worry about, especially not you. 

“it’s okay to not feel okay, you know?” your brother whispered to you. 

you gave him a tight lipped smile, stood up and got out of the great hall, walking to your dorm to get some rest. 

the moment you sat on your bed, a single tear left your eye, dropping to wet your cheek. although you felt safe enough to cry and wail in the safe space of your dorm, you didn’t want to feel weak. you hated the feeling. 

so you sat on your bed, wiped your one tear off your cheek and sighed. 

you heard your door open, footsteps coming in, and the door closing. you knew it was hermione so you turned to look at her. 

“it’s okay to cry.” hermione coos as she walks closer to you. 

“i know, but i don’t feel like it.” you told her. 

“you’ll feel better after, i promise.” she tries to tell you again. 

you held a lot of hurt in your heart. you really liked neville, even before you became someone. you might even say you love him, with how much care you held for the nerdy boy. 

but somehow, you didn’t want to show it,. you didn’t want people to know how much you were suffering with what just happened out there. 

you hated the feeling of being weak. you felt it too much years ago, and now, you’ve grown.  

“no tears.” you simply told hermione. 

she comes to sit next to you, not before glancing at you to look at your face.

she rubs your back, trying to offer comfort to you, although you seem to be okay, she knew you weren’t. 

neville saw you walking out the great hall, and hernione following you closely behind. sure, he did kiss ginny and he was initially happy, but now, he was more concerned. 

you were his first crush after all. it’s just that, he felt the need to move on from you. many boys he knew, even girls wanted you now. 

not that he felt he had the chance years ago, but no one really saw you like he did all those years ago. and now that you received all this new attention, it was a matter of time before you found yourself a good looking partner. 

and he couldn’t live with that thought, he felt like knives were stabbing into his heart. all he felt was pain. 

so he did what he thought was the best choice for him, and he followed what his friends told him to do. move on. 

so he tried to fall for ginny, to catch feeling for her, to love her, to care for her as much as he did you. 

but he couldn’t. so he did what his friends told him to do, kiss her. to go on a date with her. 

and like any other group of teenage boys, they’d make a huge fuss over a small kiss. and ginny’s friend did too, since it had been both your first kisses. 

when neville first leaned it, he thought that this was going to be it. that his stomach would be filled with butterflies, just like he imagined what yours and his first kiss to be like. 

but it wasn’t. although he felt regretful the moment his lips touched hers, he couldn’t just run away. that would make her think that he’s a weirdo. so he acted calm. 

but she saw it right through him. 

“i know how much you love her.” ginny told him. 

he was shocked. did he make it too obvious. 

“it’s fine, i’m not hurt. go get her while you still can.” he was told. 

he felt relieved. relieved that she understood him, that she didn’t feel used. although he knew he was using her for the time being to heal himself. 

“she doesn’t like me like that.” neville told the girl standing in front of him.

“you don’t know that.” she tried to tell the boy. 

“she has so many options, ginny. i’m no one to her.” he sighs. 

“then you must not realise how she looks at you.” ginny told him, walking out of the common room. 

neville stood there shocked at what she told him. but he didn’t believe him. a million people could tell him the same and he wouldn’t believe them. 

he woke up the next morning, on a saturday and all of a sudden, the news had already spread like wildfire. everyone knew what had happened. 

and he had to act like he liked it, the attention. but at some point, he glanced at ginny, who had the same look on her face. confusion, yet sympathy too. 

she felt bad that everyone now knew about them now, and that you were one of them. 

you. he looked at you, too. 

and he saw the confusion on your face before it changed to a funny look when you found out just why his friends was cheering. 

you turned to look at your friends, while your brother told you something. neville could see their faces change, too. 

they seemed sad, like they knew something about this mad you sad, or mad. neville couldn’t really tell what they were feeling. they weren’t looking at him or at anyone else, really. they looked at each other, as if it was a matter that only the four of them knew. 

neville’s heart broke, he didn’t want to see you sad, or mad, or whatever you were feeling at that point. he wanted to be there for you.

and at that point, he felt useless, seeing you leave the hall in some kind of hurry, hermione following closely behind. 

neville looked back at ginny when he felt her gaze. she gave him a look, a look of sadness, like she felt bad. she saw you walk out, didn’t she?

neville shook his head at her, to tell her that her running out had nothing to do with him, not even a little. 

ginny gave him a look, a look like she didn’t believe him. that look made him feel like he was missing something. something everyone saw and he didn’t. 

there was no way you liked him, did you? if it had been so obvious, dean and seamus would have told him. right?

and you still sat on your bed, hermione beside you, no tears. yet she was still ever so understanding. 

how couldn’t she? she knew how it felt, when ron kissed lavender when she clearly had feelings for the weasley. you were glad that you had someone who completely understood you, even if hermione had been telling you that you havae it harder than her. 

you had to move on, and you knew that. sure, he saw you as you at some point, both before people knew you and after. but that didn’t matter. 

it wasn’t like he liked you like that. he was probably being nice to you, since you are a potter after all. 

but somewhere in you, you knew he wasn’t like that, that he didn’t just acknowledge you because you lived a killing curse. he couldn’t.

you sure did seem miserable in the few weeks after that day. you weren’t sure if everyone could see it through you, but you knew your circle of friends knew for sure. 

but you thought wrong, apparently. everyone saw right through you. they could see the anger, the sadness, the resentment, the huger in your eyes as you walk past them. 

but apparently none of them opposed to it, the anger looked good on you. 

it changed you as a person. no, you weren’t snappy or grumpy, you just had this different look in your eyes. 

you didn’t look pretty anymore, to them, you are now hot. they loved it. 

you smiled, just not as brightly, not as often. you laughed, just not as loud. they saw it all, but it looked amazing on you. 

you sat next to hermione this time, messing up a first years’ hair as you walked to your seat. you felt the entire school stares on you. you were no longer oblivious as you were years ago.

“you know, i like this version of you.” ron started. 

you looked up to him to see harry elbowing ron’s side. you laughed, you knew what he meant. 

“as much as i hate to say this, i agree.” hermione backed her boyfriend. 

“wait, no. you weren’t supposed to encourage this.” your brother spoke up. 

you smiled at him, giving him a teasing look, like he couldn’t win this time. 

“majority wins, sorry bro.” you teased him some more.

harry rolled his eyes at your teasing. it was clear that this was not what he had planned in his head for the conversation to go. but even harry couldn’t deny, you did suit this version of yourself. 

so moving forward, no one ever spoke about the change of your appearance ever again. 

it was weird after a while, when slytherins started talking to you. don’t get it wrong, you were still kind, the only thing changed was your looks. you thought maybe your new look did attract slytherins. 

not saying that any of them were mean to you, aside from the name calling that every gryffindor recieves, but they’ve never been this nice. 

you even started getting close with blaise, one of draco malfoy’s best friends. and although you and draco never saw eye to eye, your friendship with blaise was too strong for someone to come between. 

yes, before anyone thinks differently, you and blaise are strictly friends, best friends, even. but never more than that. blaise knew how hurt you had been from neville and he spoke a lot about his player ways. 

you two just knew if feelings were to get involved, it wouldn’t work. 

but of course, it is a school full of teenagers, they didn’t understand how two genders could become friends and not catch feelings, so rumours did arise. 

not that you two ever cared, anyways. 

neville watched carefully, like he always did. you were mellow for a while, and then you became friends with blaise. 

he saw how blaise made you happy, how your smile would brighten every time he was in the same room as you. that made neville happy, at first. and then he realised that you two had something special. 

just like what he thought before, he never had a chance and he never will. and it proved him right when you got close with blaise. 

it was weird, though. although you two are close, there hadn’t been series of public display of affection following it. unless the usual forehead and cheek kisses blaise gives you every time you meet each other and part ways. 

besides that, everyone can say that they have never really seen you kiss or held hands. you two did squeeze each others hands when one of you are anxious, but nothing more. 

again, it was non of neville’s business, so he didn’t think it far. 

but that didn’t stop him from watching you. 

“and the couple arrives.” dean says loudly, purposely loud. 

you and blaise looked at each other, smiling after hearing what dean said. you two are clearly used to the comments people make. 

blaise and you separate, you sitting with the golden trio, blaise sitting with his group of slytherin friends just the table opposite you. he let you walk to your table, not before giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

“i can’t even get my boyfriend to do that.” hermione sulks beside you when you finally settles down. 

“trouble in paradise?” you teasingly asked ron and hermione. 

“shut up, will you?” ron snaps.

“fiesty.” you mumbled, still laughing, now along with harry. 

you nudged hermione’s arm, to find out what the couples’ fight is about. to which she mouthed “later” to you. 

“you and blaise seem close” harry starts. 

“you jealous?” you asked. 

“what? no? i’m curious to what’s going on.” he tells you. 

clearly you interpreted it wrong. you thought he asked since you and blaise have a closer relationship now rather than you and harry. a sibling relationship, not the other kind. 

“we love each other like siblings, nothing more.” you told him, seriously. you didn’t want anyone to misunderstand. 

“you two would be cute together, though.” hermione chimed in, ron and harry nodding along. 

you turn back to where blaise is sitting and caught his attention. 

“they think we’d look good together.” you told him, smiling, waiting for a response. you knew he had the same sense of humour as you did. 

“we would make beautiful babies, huh?” his tone very much joking. 

“we sure would.” you joked back, turning back to your group as blaise does the same. you could still hear him laughing at your antics. 

you shrugged your shoulders to your brother, who seemed tense that he made eye contact with slytherins. 

“wait. you two are not together?” you heard pansy shrill. 

now you’re confused. you and pansy are pretty close, if you said so yourself. so you were wondering how could she not have known that you and blaise are friends?

you turned back to look at them, blaise already looking at you, asking for help. you shook your head to pansy. 

“damn, i was planning a wedding for nothing?” she said, loud enough for people close to hear. 

you and blaise shook your heads at her stupidity. there was no way she was actually planning a wedding ahead for people, was there?

well, she is one unpredictable woman. 

you looked at blaise again. “well, might as well make use of that wedding.” you clearly joked.

he laughed along with you. you saw draco roll his eyes, but smiling slightly. he was envious of the relationship you two have. 

blaise stood up by the second, signalled a fourth year next to you to move as he sat down next to you. 

this was a common occurrence , him eating with you, so no one said anything. he ate from your plate and utensils, clearly have done this a lot now, with how comfortable he is with sharing. 

he conversed with your friends, catching up with some gryffindor drama that he hadn’t heard from you. 

he would feed you at times, when he was too busy listening or talking to eat. that was his way of showing he cared. 

you felt the stares, even hermiones. the stares were of ency, but hermione’s was different. hers was teasing. you knew what was to come later. 

“i won’t have to cancel that wedding after all.” you heard pansy said as she saw blaise trying to make you drink water. 

neville got up abruptly. “NO” he shouted so loudly, his voice bounced off the walls of the great hall. 

blaise ceased his movements, putting down the goblet containing water away from your lips. 

now the attention was on neville. what was he trying to do, anyways?

blaise gave you a look. you knew what that meant. you shook your head, not knowing what this was about but you were as curious as he was. 

“no wedding.” neville said, this time softer. 

you saw his friends beckoning him to sit down, to stop embarrassing himself. 

“and why not?” blaise tried to encourage him to speak. you nudged him, silently telling him to stop. 

“because-.” neville started but stammering over his words. 

you stopped looking at blaise, now focusing your full attention on neville instead. 

neville’s eye moved to look around, making eye contact with one person and then jumping to another. and then his eyes landed on yours, making eye contact. 

you raised your eyebrow as he kept stumbling on his words, not really saying anything that made sense. 

“because i love her. i’ve loved her from the day i saw her on the train with harry.” neville rambled.

your eyes widen. and then confusion clouded your brain. 

so why had it took him this long to even make it seem like he noticed you?

you heard blaise laugh under his breath, but sounded like a scoff to the people he didn’t know. 

“took you long enough.” blaise said, now smiling from ear to ear. 

“wait, what?” neville becomes shock, now clearly uncomfortable with being in the spotlight. 

“you really hurt her, man. but you can change that.” blaise stood up from your side, patted him on the back and came back to you to kiss your head before giving you a not to subtle wink. 

“you might be needing that wedding after all, just not for me.” blaise jokes. 

“oh, shut up.” you rolled your eyes. 

you didn’t even have time to comprehend before neville reached you. 

he came down to your height, since you were still seated. and in the matter of seconds, his lips landed on yours, not giving you enough time to understand the situation. 

you relaxed into him as he place one of his hands on your face, the other on your cheek. 

as you two broke apart, it was hard to ignore the stares. 

you looked away from his eyes, gave a glare to the others, rage in your eyes overtaking the love that had just been there a second ago. 

“what are you idiots looking at?” you snarled, to which shocked people since you weren’t the violent type. 

but still, they looked away to give you two some privacy. 

neville guided your face to look at him with the hand that was still on your cheek to kiss you once more. the red in your eyes disappear as he calms you down. 

safe to say, blaise made some calls after your graduation together. he was the main sponsor of your wedding. 

[unnamed-atlas]

Okay, here we go, music recs :) @sleepyblr-plant

Plant I know you already know half•alive but for anyone who doesn't here's some songs I'd suggest for first looking into them

still feel

aawake at night

the fall

arrow

ok ok?

pure gold

creature

The Correspondents! We love The Correspondents. Their music videos are pretty wacky and I love them

Fear and Delight

Inexplicable

What's Happened to Soho

Devil's Lighthouse

WHO KNEW

Finally

Well Measured Vice

You can't ask for my music recs and not expect me to hand you an entire plate of Shayfer James songs so here's that part :)

For the Departed

Under the Willow

Weight of the World

None of the Above

Tombstone Road

Tiny Gods

Mercy Down

Crack a Bottle, Run a Bath

You also can't expect me not to give you just the entire discography of The Antlers. So I'm not even gonna bother with songs, heres just my three favorite albums

Hospice

Burst Apart

In the Attic of the Universe

I know you've all probably already got Jack Stauber on lock down, but here's a few of my favorites by him that are less popular

Small World

Dead Weight

Just Take My Wallet

What Did You Do

There's Something Happening

I don't really feel the need to suggest AJR, since they're probably the most popular group I listen to and also I talk about them a lot. So I'm not gonna list any songs here but I am throwing the suggestion out there and you can ask me for some specific songs if you want.

I will however give y'all some songs from The Mountain Goats! 10/10 would suggest their music

No Children

This Year

Heretic Pride

Heel Turn 2

Down Here

Pigpen Theater Co. is a band I'd really suggest that I ligit never see anyone talk about

Bremen

The Graveyard Song

Crow

My Only Son

I'm sure this one kinda goes without saying but Mother Mother is really good and I'd definitely suggest their stuff

Ghosting

Verbatim

It's Alright

Body

Arms Tonite

You honestly can't expect me not to give you a list of Tally Hall songs so here we go

Ruler of Everything

Hymn for a Scarecrow

Spring and a Storm

Hidden in the Sand

All of my Friends

Turn the Lights off

&

Misery Fell

I don't listen to Tessa Violet super actively but some of her stuff is really good so here's a few of her songs I really like

Bad Ideas

Games

Crush

Poor Man's Poison is definitely a band I'd recommend and my two favorite songs from them are

Providence

Pressure Cracks

You know who I've literally never heard anyone talk about that y'all should definitely listen to? Eleisha Eagle

Hooked (Addicted You Might Say)

Neither Here Nor There

The Quittin' Kind

Okay so i am forced to finally admit that Lemon Demon has grown on me over the last few months so here's some songs from that dude

Touch Tone Telephone

Cabinet Man

Redesign Your Logo

Of course we love Caro Emerald

Pack Up the Louie

That Man

Liquid Lunch

And Saint Motel

To My Enemies

Dear Dictator

Do Everything Now

Old Soul

Save Me

A Good Song Never Dies

My Type

And here, my good friends, is a list of songs I really like, from artist who I haven't really looked into yet

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

Satellite - Guster

Clap Your Hands - Pale Young Gentlemen

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott

Harder, Better, Faster Stronger - Daft Punk

Tag - The Scarves

Life 2: The Unhappy Ending - Stars

Cradles - Sub Urban

Blame - Air Trafic Controller

Closer - The Tiny

Hava's Lament - This Way to the Egress

Riverside - Agnes Obel

Mr. FEAR - SIAMÉS

Better Go - Mal Blum

Curses - The Crane Wives

Who Could Win a Rabbit - Animal Collective

The Rifle's Spiral - The Shins

Hollow - Cloudeater

Everything Black - Unlike Pluto

Black Puddles - Beggars Canyon

[nixmatize]

Making Room for Someone New (chapter 1)

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My contribution to @marigami-week​ - I plan on writing all the days into one cohesive story, but my work might be delayed a bit due to college. Feedback is much appreciated since this is my first time actually writing something that’s not an assignment in a long time.

Day 1 : Sleepover

Everything hurt. Ladybug was so sick of these akuma battles; even when she and Chat Noir won in the end, the hours of getting slammed into buildings or tossed into cement stuck stubbornly in her bones as phantom aches and pains.

Much as she hated to admit it, they couldn’t keep going like this forever.

Ladybug dropped down into her room and fwumped onto her mattress, too exhausted to do more than mutter, “Spots off.” Tikki zoomed out of her earrings, already chattering away at her chosen, but Marinette closed her eyes and dropped instantly into unconsciousness.

X

Thankfully, Marinette woke up to a quiet Saturday. Less thankfully, her busy kwami started buzzing over her the moment she cracked her eyes open. “Marinette! I was so worried when you just dropped like that! Are you okay?”

Marinette yawned once, before smiling for her kwami. “I’m okay, Tikki. Thank you for worrying about me.” Her smile slowly slipped off her face. “Though… I don’t know how much longer Chat Noir and I can do this like we are. The akumas and amoks seem to only be getting stronger, much faster than Chat and I are.”

Tikki nodded. “I know. As the guardian now, however, you can choose heroes of your own! Perhaps it’s time to select another holder?”

Although she had known that being the guardian meant she could hand out the miraculous as she chose, Marinette had never really been aware of that fact. There was no Fu to explain her choices to, or to decide whether she could or could not give someone a miraculous. And choosing a permanent holder would be helpful – she could give it to someone that would be able to fight at their side at a moment’s notice, and who she wouldn’t need to take a break from the action to retrieve.

There would be so many benefits to having a third member of the team, and yet… if she chose poorly, another miraculous holder fighting against them could easily be the death knell of Ladybug and Chat Noir. She would need to be smart and careful.

What made the decision even harder was how alone she felt making it. She was the sole guardian of the miracle box now. The only people she could discuss her choices with would be Tikki and Chat, but…

Tikki meant well – she really did! – but her advice often turned out to be more detrimental to Marinette than helpful. And Chat was great, but not the most reliable partner. If she asked him, there was a fifte percent chnce he would insist on equal power in making the decision, which would compromise her abilities as guardian to give the miraculous to who she thought would be the best option, and a fifty percent chance he would be too blasé about the decision.

She shuddered considering the second option – Chat would probably be unbearably fussy about her choosing a male miraculous holder, due to his perception of the “competition for Ladybug’s heart.” And there was always the chance that choosing a female holder would just give Chat another target for his flirting, further distracting all of them from their actual jobs. It would be even worse if he had any power over the decision, as he would likely be a jealous kitty and choose someone she would never crush on, that he could also flirt with. Which, no offense to her partner, would be one of the worst outcomes beside a partner that turned evil.

No, between Tikki’s overly-trustful history of victim blaming and Chat’s immaturity, there was no one else she could go to for reliable help with this issue. Marinette was alone in making this decision.

Marinette dropped off her bed and went to her desk, pulling out a sheet of paper to start jotting down ideas. Alya and Nino? Too unpredictable. And, selfishly, after the whole Lila debacle, she was a bit more reluctant to work with them or trust them. Adrien? Although she liked him and liked the idea of giving him a miraculous, she herself was too much of a loose cannon when he was involved, and it wouldn’t do to have Ladybug any more distracted. Chloé? No. She had been given so many chances, but had not changed anywhere near enough to prove herself worthy of being a permanent hero. Alix? She knew that eventually Alix would make a great holder, but she didn’t have enough of a reason to choose Alix for the rabbit yet.

Kagami? Marinette paused.

Kagami was… a great fighter. Strong. Determined. Willing to do whatever it took to win. Clever in her tactics. In so many ways, Kagami would be a great choice… but despite their (very) new friendship, Marinette just didn’t have enough of a reason to trust her with such a large power yet. But if Marinette could trust her, Kagami could prove an invaluable asset to the team.

Torn, Marinette circled her name a few times in thick lines. Perhaps it was time to stop sitting around thinking, and start acting?

Impulsively, Marinette spun her chair over to where her phone was resting.

M: Hey Kagami

M: I was wondering if you’d want to do a sleepover sometime soon?

M: No pressure though :)

“Marinette,” Tikki gasped, looking at her paper. “You already crossed of Alya and Nino as heroes? But they have the most experience!”

“I know, Tikki, but after all the drama recently… I just don’t know how much I trus them to fight by my side.”

Tikki frowned in disapproval, her little antannae tilting forward despondently. “Marinette. As their friend, you shouldn’t hold such a silly little mistake against them. We both know Lila is a very convincing liar.”

Marinette was so tired of this kind of fight – the ones that go in circles forever without ever really getting anywhere. Tikki would never change her mind, because forgiveness and generosity were just the little bug’s nature. Once, Marinette would even have agreed with her, hava apologized to her kwami and to her classmates. But recently, Marinette was just so tired. She didn’t have the energy to keep saying sorry after everyone else abandoned her without any apology for dismissing her so easily.

“Tikki, I can’t work with them. I won’t. Can we drop this?”

Tikki’s little frown only deepened further. “Marinette, I expect better of you. As Ladybug, it’s your job to reach out to others and spread friendship. Right now, you’re acting more like a moody teen than a good Ladybug.”

“Well maybe that’s because I am a teen! I should be allowed to be a teenager! Maybe… maybe I dodn’t want to be Ladybug all the time!”

When she opened her eyes, there was nobody there. “Tikki? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper.” But there was no response; just Marinette, talking to herself alone in her bedroom.

She took off the earrings, noticing immediately the liveless sheen of a deactivated mmiraculous. She didn’t think her frustration was enough to temporarily stop the bond again, like it had been that second day, but…

Perhaps it’s for the best, Marinette thought, After all, this would allow both her and Tikki plent of time to cool off so they could come back to the argument calmer and more rationally later. She tucked the earrings back into their special box, and tucked them away in the corner of her room – hidden and protected from any prying eyes, but still close enough to the surface of the collection of fabric scraps that she could quickly retrieve the ladybug miraculous when Hawkmoth struck again.

Just as she was sitting back down, preparing to relax and unwind from the stress of arguing with her kwami (again), a chime came from Marinette’s phone.

K: Yes. Mother says tonight is my least busy night. What time should I come over?

Marinette almost threw her phone in her haste to rush downstairs. At the counter, her maman was boxing up an order for a customer.

“Maman! Can I have Kagami over for a sleepover tonight?”

“You know your friends are always welcome here, dear,” Sabine said as she passed the boxes of pastries over. She turned to smile at her daughter. “I’m glad you’re inviting a friend tonight; the apartment’s been too quiet since Alya’s stopped coming over.”

A touch of pink bloomed in Mariette’s cheeks under her mother’s attention. “Thank you maman! This will be great!”

Marinette’s papa poked his head out of their kitchens. “Did I hear that my little girl was going to be having a sleepover tonight?” He came out into the main area, smiling as he crushed his little girl in a floury hug. “I’ll get started on extra pastries!”

As her dad disappeared into the back, Marinette pressed one last kiss to her maman’s cheek before disappearing back upstairs into her room.

M: Does 19h work for you?

X

Marinette heard her maman’s voice through the floorboards saying, “her room’s just up that way, dear.”

She took a calming breath. Priority one: determine whether or not Kagami would make a good member of the team. Priority two: make sure her friend had a fun night.

She pressed her nice shirt back into place just as Kagami knocked. “Come in!”

A wide-eyed Kagami entered the room, blinking dazedly at the abundance of pink and various fabrics throughout the space. Marinette noted that Kagami still wore her regular outfit – the stylish white blazer over the tie and plaid skirt – but that now she had a small plain black duffel bag with her, presumably filled with pajamas and toiletries.

“Kagami! Hi!” Marinette did her best to smile and look welcoming to her newest friends, fighting the habit of running up to her and hugging like she would have done with most of her other friends – Kagami seemed very protective of her personal space, after all.

Kagami’s face didn’t twitch into a smile (which perhaps was for the best, given how deeply unsettling her fake smiles could be), but did relax into a more pleasant expression. Seeing how her eyes softened and the corners of her mouth relaxed made Marinette suddenly feel wrong-footed, like she did during the friendship competition. It seemed like being invited to a sleepover mattered a lot more to Kagami than she had expected.

“Marinette. It is a pleasure, as always, to see you. Thank you for the invitation.”

Marinette laughed, stepping back a bit to invite her friend in all the way. “It’s no trouble! Thank you for agreeing on such short notice!”

Kagami set her bag down next to one of the makeshift blanket-beds on the floor, glancing curiously over to the other. “You already have a bed in here – why are there two makeshift beds? Will there be another person coming?” Her voice had an odd note to it that Marinette struggled to decipher.

“No, just you and me. I thought we might sleep closer together though, so we can hang out until we fall asleep? If that’s fine with you, that is! I wasn’’t trying to make you uncomforatble – obviously the bed is for the sole purpose of making you comfortable – but I didn’t mean to presume that you wanted me to-”

“Marinette. The two beds seems like a good idea.” To Marinette’s surprise, Kagami’s mouth had twitched into a small smile at her rambling, one of the first real smiles Marinette had gotten to see from her. It suited her, making her seem lest of the flawless, imposing fencer and more of an awkward yet kind rich kid.

This girl, the one that smiled at Marinette’s rambling and seemed to really enjoy her company, was the type of person Marinette wanted to fight beside. Of course Marinette needed to be very careful who she passed the miraculous out to, but she also needed to trust her instincts – and the longer she spent with Kagami, the more her gut seemed willing to trust the girl.

Marinette’s thought process was cut short as her father stormed upstairs, proudly presenting a tray of fresh assorted baked goods. “Snacks for my little girl’s sleepover!” he called, descending back downstairs.

Kagami wandered over to look at the offerings, before tentatively taking one croissant. Marinette grabbed one as well.

Marinette cleared her throat awkwardly. “Would you like to watch a movie, then? We could set lay next to each other on the bed to watch, and then climb down here to sleep?”

“That sounds acceptable to me Marinette. You are the one with actual sleepover experience.”

Marinette looked at her in surprise, though Kagami was entirely nonchalant as though she had said nothing strange. “You’ve never had a sleepover at someone’s house?”

“No. Before this year, Mother did not allow me time with ‘friends.’”

Marinette fought valiantly against the urge to crush her in a hug, but in the end it was a losing battle. “May I please hug you?” she asked, wide doe eyes on display.

Once she got a slight nod from Kagami, she leaned in and pressed her into a full hug. Kagami was stiff and unsure at first, but gradually melted into the embrace, tucking herself against Marinette and locking her arms around her just as tightly. They stood like that for a few moments before Marinette gently pulled away. It seemed like Kagami got warm a bit easily, since her face was already pink from just a bit of shared body heat – Marinette made the mental note to reduce the pile of blankets on Kagami’s temporary bed by a sheet or two so that the other girl wouldn’t be uncomfortable or overheat during the night.

Both girls got ready for bed, brushing their teeth, dressing in pajamas, and bringing all of the uneaten pastries downstairs. They both climbed together into Marinette’s loft bed, and she wrapped them up in the Marinette-brand Patent Pending Friendship Burrito, with both of them being side by side in a big fuzzy blanket, with pillows under them to lean against, while Marinette’s tablet played the movie.

As the movie began to play, Marinette looked over at her Friendship Burrito companion. Kagami seemed enraptured with the movie, her wide dark eyes reflecting the screen and giving her whole face the impression of a soft glow, like the moon reflecting light from the sun.

Marinette was glad that she had done this sleepover today. Kagami was generally an intensely private person, so the extra time didn’t really let hear learn anything about her that Marinette didn’t already know – but it was one of the first times in a while she had hung out with Kagami and just Kagami without Adrien or Luka to distract her, and it only reaffirmed her positive impressions of the girl. It was clear that Kagami was a good fighter given her skill in fencing and her prowess when wielding the dragon miraculous. However, if Marinette’s gut instinct was to be believed (and so far it had very, very rarely led her astray), Kagami’s actions today during the sleepover had only cemented her trustworthiness as a potential miraculous holder.

Although still somewhat awkward, Kagami seemed earnest and open to making friends. Furthermore, she didn’t seem like she was the type of person to make trouble for no reason – there has been ample opportunity that night to bring up Adrien if Kagami had wanted to warn her off him or something similar, but Kagami seemed willing to focus on Marinette’s company rather than their shared crush, which Marinette could appreciate.

Yes, all together tonight had been a success – Marinette was fairly confident in her assessment of Kagami as a good miraculous holder and potentially-permanent partner for her and Chat Noir. Now she just needed to decide which miraculous would be a good fit for Kagami, since the dragon would be the clearest choice but Hawkmoth may suspect Kagami as the wielder if that was the one she ended up choosing.

Marinette came out of her thoughts at the sound of a contented exhale next to her. Beside her, Kagami was already asleep, curled into Marinette inside the blanket burrito. Marinette had never seen her face so relaxed and contented, and against all logic, felt her heart swell with the need to protect Kagami: from Marinette’s own past cruelty, from all the other students who so wrongly called her the “ice queen,” and from the mother who had controlled so much of Kagami’s life.

Marinette sneaked one arm out of the blanket to shut off the movie before pulling Kagami closer and letting herself drift off to sleep. Hawkmoth, the miraculouses, Adrien – all of their problems could be dealt with tomorrow morning. For now she was content to enjoy the warmth of Kagami’s presence and let herself drift off to sleep.

[cozydnp-archive]

hey aly it's gay advice anon and uhhhhhhh my girl crush (aka my bff) just got broken up with by her boyfriend (who also happens to be my ex) and in a super sucky way (over text) and i don't know how to comfort her that well because *i* was the one that broke up with *him* when we were dating (i did it in a sucky way so idk how to handle it). so i just wanna help her cos she's angry and upset and just downright devastated but also i wanna ask her to homecoming but she needs to heal just ugh idk

Honestly right now it’d just be a really good thing to listen to her. Be there for her when she’s upset, distract her if she’s sad and ask if she wants to vent or needs to talk. Whatever happened in the past, it still sucks the way she was broken up with and the two of you can acknowledge that anyway.

I know you like her so it may not be the easiest thing but asking her to homecoming in a friendly way might be fun for both of you and help her hava a nice night with her best friend to take her mind off things. I went to prom with two of my best friends, one of whom I had a crush on at the time and it was really lovely even if it wasn’t a date. Start with just being there and doing what you can to make her happy. Keep showing her love and support and when she’s better you have all the time in the world to see if you can make things gay ❤️

[shutdownld50-blog]

The Biennial of Very Fine People, On Both Sides

In 2017, Shut Down LD50 encountered Daniel Keller as one of the prominent voices opposed to protests to shut down the LD50 gallery space after it was revealed to have hosted an extensive programme of talks by racists and activists on the extreme right. Keller is not himself a fascist, but he represents a tendency that is familiar in the contemporary artworld, of mediocre liberal ‘commentators’ who position themselves as experts in contemporary right-wing culture, appear in many ways to enjoy it, and who experience terrible convulsions of indignation whenever anyone tries to get it the fuck out of their face. 

The latest victim of Keller’s litigious free-speech ass-scratching is the artist Luke Turner. Turner objected first to the artist Deanna Havas belittling him after he received anti-Semitic abuse online (which she seemed to endorse), and then to Keller’s upstanding attempt to leap to Havas’s defence, on the grounds that Turner has more industry visibility than she does. (The fact that this could have something to do with Havas’s deserved rep as a right-wing goon was bracketed in Keller’s account, presumably because he cares so deeply about class solidarity.) Turner then wrote to the curators of the Athens Biennale, at which both he and Keller were due to present work, and demanded that the curators disinvite Keller for facilitating the abuse. The curators refused to do so, and Turner published an open letter announcing his withdrawal. On 4 September the curators responded by declaring that ‘We will not participate in attempts to silence another anti-fascist Jewish voice, that of Daniel Keller, or other voices against anti-semitism’ and that ‘Turner’s public address is false, defamatory and contributes to the trivialization of the issues it purportedly addresses’. By attacking a victim of anti-Semitic abuse, the curators accuse a Jewish artist of trivialising anti-Semitism by protesting it. This is as unacceptable as it is absurd. By reproducing almost verbatim Daniel Keller's slanders against Luke Turner ('trivialisation', 'defamation', etc.), ANTI are de facto defending a posture of constructive ‘engagement’ with the far right, while gesturing inanely towards the need to 'host' opposition to it. Their merely verbal fence-sitting conceals a practical partisanship. In support of Turner, SDLD50 would like to note the following: ·         The curators’ attack on Turner, their refusal to take seriously his experience of anti-Semitic threats and provocations by online abusers, and the extraordinary upside-down logic of their self-representation as defenders of ‘anti-fascist Jewish voice[s]’,  is totally continuous with the crushing stupidity of their pet project. The Biennial’s vision of ‘ANTI’ (the name of this year’s Biennial) as an ‘attitude’, as non-conformity detached from any definite political orientation, and of ‘marginality’ abstracted from social history, is presented as a daring transgression of rigidified political correctness. It is in fact a badly written celebration of the ‘pleasure’ of political centrism.   ·         This 'pleasure' operates on many different scales. It is at once the ‘sense of humour’ that Daniel Keller says that Luke Turner should develop when it comes to getting attacked again and again and again by alt-right anti-Semites on the internet, and the general sense of relief that the ruling political class experiences when it clings on to political power by implementing stricter border controls. (The fact that the curators of the Athens Biennale are too distracted by their own verbiage to recognise this, is all part of the joke.) ·         Anti-fascist culture begins with an acknowledgement of the situation we’re facing. Nazis attacking migrants in the streets in Chemnitz, African trade unionists gunned down in the fields in Sicily, British prime ministerial candidates publishing crude slurs against Muslim women, people living impossible, illegal and invisible lives, facing brutal hardship, fear and death, and managing nevertheless to organize, to form bonds of solidarity with working-class people in the communities to which they move, to create lives for themselves and organisations of self-defence. ANTI begins with a list of places where middle-class artists go to spend the money that they earn by making a mockery of all that, with a ‘migration office’ thrown in for good measure: ‘[T]he gym, the office, the tattoo studio, the dating website, the migration office, the shopping mall, the nightclub, the church, the dark room’. ·         More important in this case than the issue of platforming or non-platforming is a basic strategic choice. Do we resist fascism by (i) 'engaging' with its advocates, befriending them online, and winking at their abusiveness (as Deanna Havas patently does), perhaps while producing jocular 'summaries' of their culture for publication in liberal arts magazines; or do we do so by (ii) fighting fascists, denying them access to our spaces and refusing to tolerate their provocations? A simple experiment for anyone who wants to answer this question: check out just how many fascists, misogynists and Trump supporters proliferate in the Social Media timelines of those who choose to fight the good fight by doing outreach in the fascist community.   Fascist tendencies thrive in cultural environments organized around the principle that there are some very fine pleasures on both sides. By reproducing Keller's slanders against Luke Turner ('trivialisation', 'defamation', etc.), the curators of the Athens Biennale only prove how widespread in the artworld that principle is. They say that ‘ANTI is not a neutral discussion platform but an agonistic space hosting different approaches on how to deal with ominous tendencies in politics and culture. Diverse voices are essential to initiate a meaningful discussion on how to combat such issues. Dealing with these controversial issues is the exact core of the conceptual framework of the exhibition and denotes the urgency of ANTI’. But all that this amounts to is yet another confirmation of the disabling self-regard of the bourgeois arts professional for whom nothing is more urgent,or more terrifyingly under threat,  than the ‘diverse’, ‘meaningful’, ‘controversial’, and ‘agonistic’ sound of their own voice, along with all of the vulnerable adjectives that they are paid by the word to say in it. SDLD50 supports Luke Turner in calling out anti-Semitism where he sees it. We stand behind him, also, in rejecting the glib, ersatz ‘anti-fascism’ that sets more value on the perpetrator's ‘experience of ambiguity, polarity and contrariness’, than it does on the victim's unambiguous self-defence.

[lunapaper]

Album Review: ‘Collapsed In Sunbeams’ - Arlo Parks

Born Anaïs Oluwatoyin Estelle Marinho, Arlo Parks’ coming-of-age is an interesting one.  

She grew up in South West London. She’s half Nigerian, a quarter Chadian, and a quarter French. She’s bilingual, learning to speak French before she spoke English. In her own words: ‘I’m a black kid who can't dance for shit, listens to emo music, and currently has a crush on some girl in my Spanish class.’

She’s also highly observant and deeply poetic. On her debut album, Collapsed In Sunbeams, the British singer navigates the turbulence of youth through a vivid collection of diary-like confessionals, while also finding beauty in restraint with the help of longtime collaborator Gianluca Buccellati.

The title track (a poem) takes joy in simple pleasures – feeding a lover's cat, slicing artichoke hearts – while describing shy, awkward flirtations with an aching sweetness usually found in first love (‘I see myself sitting beside you, elbows touching, hurt and terribly quiet’).  

On ‘Too Good,’ she recalls the rips in her Nikes, the bump in someone’s wrist they were born with and the Thom Yorke quote that leaves their lips just before they kiss. ‘Green Eyes’ is directly inspired by Frank Ocean’s Blonde, where a hazy, summer romance is sadly doomed by rampant homophobia (‘Of course I know why we lasted two months/Could not hold my hand in public/Felt their eyes judgin' our love and beggin' for blood/I could never blame you darlin'’).

On ‘Eugene,’ meanwhile, the singer’s dreams are surrounded by a purple haze (‘I had a dream, we kissed/And it was all amethyst/The underpart of your eyes was violet/You hung a cigarette between your purple lips’), a tale of burning jealousy that’s all too relatable no matter your sexuality. Humming with bass, the bisexual Parks takes note of the way her straight friend smiles with all her teeth at the titular boy, how she plays him records Parks gave her and reads him Sylvia Plath (‘I thought that was our thing...’)

The theme of heartbreak and trauma run deep throughout the record, with Parks the source of comfort for several tortured souls.

‘Hope’ sees its main character Millie reminisce about ‘apricots and blunts in Peckham Rye’ while wearing her suffering ‘like a silk garment or a spot of blue ink.’ ‘Hurt’ shrouds Charlie’s grief in a Motown-inspired haze, drinking away the days while watching Twin Peaks. ‘Black Dog,’ though, is yearning and helpless, wanting to ‘lick the grief right off’ a friend’s lips in an effort to rid them of their depression.

Most striking of Parks’ vignettes, however, is ‘Caroline.’ An ‘exercise in people watching and seeing situations unfold without context,’ you can clearly picture the titular woman’s ‘strawberry cheeks flushed with defeated rage,’ how she throws her necklace back in her boyfriend’s face and her ‘panicking and weaving through the crowds of Oxford St,’ a tense and desperate situation offset by folkish trip hop reminiscent of Dido’s ‘Thank U,’ making it feel all the more bittersweet.

Collapsed In Sunbeams radiates warmth, the kind of a summery nostalgia where heat rises off the pavement and lovesick feelings tangle with the cool breeze, preserving scenes like Polaroid shots (the final track is even titled ‘Portra 400,’ referring to a type of vintage Kodak film).

Her delicate, soothing vocal drifts atop a mix of folk, neo-soul, RnB, jazz, psychedelic pop and shoegaze; sultry and languorous, if a little repetitive at times. Her lyricism is raw but the groove is confident, which makes her charming and sometimes unusual turns of phrase work so well because she commits to them so earnestly, in a similar vein to Beabadoobee, Hayley Williams, Lianne La Havas and Clairo (who contributes guitar and backing vocals to ‘Green Eyes’).

Minute details are given so much sentimental value that they threaten to break under the sheer weight of it all, endearingly so. As the self-proclaimed ‘empath’ told the Guardian:  

‘Sometimes I am just drowning. Even if somebody just sends me a message about my song, I take on that weight. I find it so hard to separate myself … it means that I give too much. But it’s a gut thing: if someone is going through something tough, I just need to be there for them.’

At its core, Collapsed In Sunbeams is about finding light amid the darkness, or as the singer so whimsically puts it: ‘making rainbows out of something painful.’ As she reminds listeners on ‘Hurt’: ‘You're not alone/Like you think you are/We all have scars/know it's hard.’ With a maturity that belies her 20 years, Arlo Parks offers a glimmer of hope in these uncertain times...

- Bianca B.

[mysafehaneul]

BTS as the kdrama Characters i want them to play

Kim Seokjin :

Doctor!!

Nurse

Idk i want it to be medical related!!!!

Jeez.... Like the flirty one who hits on rather say compliments everyone

Has dated most of the nurses but cuts them off in the sweetest way possible!! #noharshfeels

Even Granny's like him....

Him Being Himself he'll flirt with them... amazing with kids

Prince for young girls...

"hey *looks at the name tag* Christy! What a beautiful name just like the person *makes her blush* can u pass this file to the female ward in charge *walks away after handing the file* and ya *turns* your eyes tell me a story i could hear over and over again wanna grab coffee sometimes *winks*

WhAt An A-hole..... (But i love him)

Min Yoongi :

Mystery writer

Or an architecture firm Ceo

If a mystery​ writer always hanging out the police station to get more information and flaws in his fic character

Silent majority of the time

If architecture, boi oh boi.. man he gonna be a perfectionist af!! #igaurantee

His assistant would have a crush on him (whom M i kidding all of the employees even the men who are confused would have a crush on him)

When he is in a party....... Man if he sets an eye on a person he is going home with them #nostringsattached

Jung Hoseok :

Duuuudee!!!! He gonna be teacher!

DANCE TEACHER!!! Damnn boi.... G2g i have to screame first....

Those hips don't lie boi....

Every female dancer/student in the college may hava crush on him... Sometimes work harder to get his praise, if u mess up! Dude if its minor it's ok

But mess up bad you're totally sure u dont wanna attend the next few classes feeling abit embarrassed

When u go back after the class he will try to apologise n make a good teacher student relationship

He just doesn't likes imperfections!!

Had an unappreciating family...

But still in contact with his omma

Appa idek.... But I'm sure he misses him

Good in bed... But doesn't fucks around that much as his passion keeps him busy!!

Had a affair with the yoga teacher in the past.!!

Kim Namjoon:

"Detective kim on duty sir!"

Analyst mind

Good on solving mystery crime

Joins 1+1 within matter on mins (1+1 means one hint + other= solving case) (phsss i can also join 1+1 its= giyomi)

" I think the driver is the killer...as he had all the valid reason to kill the man.. *after introgation* You were right Kim! Keep it up"

Doesn't sleep around...

Broke up with his girl to keep up with work commitments...

Most of the times busy!!!

Proud parents

Mother pushing for marriage lol basic!

Has a German Shepherd!! Rescued one! Always attentive!!

Clubbing but only grinding or even blow job.... but no.sleeping

Park Jimin

Single dad!

Beautiful daughter

When he was a college fuck boi! He knocked up someone bad, which ended up giving him the reason to wake up every single day

Ceo

CEO!

C-to the-E- towards the fucking- O!!

Chief Executive Officer

U gotta make way for a jibooty in those suit pants even his assistant couldn't help himself and checks him out forget the female workers!!

His mother may not be a fan of his daughter that much but as the time passes she loves her... Even if she tries she is her grand daughter! The babygirl is already grandpa's princess!

U don't wanna get on his nerves!

He may be small but his body is enough to make anyone feel under his dominance

Never fuck him over... For sure

He may not be with that many women!

But when he sleeps he never! I mean never brings the women over his place it would have a bad impact upon his daughter!

Hottest Ceo dad of the year! Tho!!

Kim Taehyung

Bitch keep ur dick inside ur pants

The fuck boi of the year goes to him #nodoubts

Playboy! Enjoys his fathers money! Gonna take over his Daddy's empire! Soon....

Mama's Boy! That's why he lives the fullest.... Only Son!

Woo's everyone

Gold heart! But not for everyone!

Everybody loves u bae

But! Who's your daddy in the bed

*smirks*

Tounge disrespect

Yet to fall in love... Cos he cuts ppl off before they start catching feels

Spoils his sugar babies

Jeon Jungkook:::

Boxer!

Fight for my way u muscle pig!

Illegal fight cos he wants to pay off his fathers debt

Fucks one girl!! But no feel for her he just wants to take out his frustration

Was an orphan! Taken in at the age of 12 by a trained boxer who ended up as a alcoholic gambler

Have u seen the upper cut he gives before finishing off the fight. Shesus!!

A+ student

Quiet

Goal oriented

Rides. A. Bullet. Bike

Leather is his shit!

He invented black jeans!!

[sidrisa-blog]

Power and Magic

Pairings: Loki x Reader and the lightest Sif X Thor

Chapter: 6/104 Hard Truth

Warnings: the usual: sex, death, and violence with light smatterings of misogynoir

Summary: The princes come with their exalted Father arriving amidst a hail of pomp and pageantry all parties would rather forgo. This is war, where men die, their blood purchasing land and peace until it’s time for more men and more blood. But your mother adheres to the old rules of hearth and hospitality. The Lords of Asgard must be given their due despite the grim business precipitating their arrival. It is too bad they don’t deserve it. There is nothing to recommend him, Loki, Prince of Asgard. He is rude and cold and childish. You try to find some merit in him. You find none. Exactly none. But maybe, after trial and tribulation,

You will.

The first scream stole the breath from you, too much breath for you to scream again so you wheeze with a thin and reedy whine that sends Loki into a fit of laughter.

“You even sound like a horse!”

You puff air from your throat, trying to make a new sound with your mouth. “H--ha…”

“Oh? Laughing at your own expense?”

He’s off the chair and hovering over you, his face inches from yours. His hand alights on your forehead and your cheek. He’s checking for fever but his touch stings, you groan and strain to move away from him, repeating the sound “Ha-- ah.”

You squirm away from him as he assesses you with his magic, his hands on both sides of your face to keep you still. “Ha!”

“I don’t speak horse. In fact, according to legend you should. Common or hold your tongue girl, I’m only trying to help you.”

“Hava!” You bite out. “Where?”

“Who?”

“Hava!” Her name comes easier with every repetition, so you make it a mantra, a prayer. “Havahavahavahava!”

“Silence!”

His shout is laced with magic, it takes your voice. Your lips move, the air leaves your chest but your throat doesn’t vibrate with sound. Your good hand, the one you pulled away from Loki, clutches at your silent throat. Tears slip free from your eyes sliding into your nest of thick, kinky hair.

You are mute but your mouth keeps moving, making the shape of Hava’s name with your lips. You speak it like a spell, hoping that if you say it enough times you can summon her back.

His eyes and your eyes are locked and focused. He can't shut you up, he's already done that. But he can't pull his gaze away from the desperate agony in your eyes and he hears you without hearing you.

You change the shape of your mouth and add a new word. Suddenly your voice returns and you plea rends apart the quiet.

“Please! Hava! Please!”

He feels something stab at him, something that feels like lingering grief. The woman in the spell.

“Hava is the woman who was holding you in that ditch?”

You nod so hard you think your neck breaks. It certainly hurts enough for you to believe you have.

Loki takes an involuntary step back, convinced you'll die on the spot if he reveals the truth.

“Please…”

You gurgle on tears and pain instead of blood, it compels the answer from him.

“She’s dead. Long dead.” He chooses to keep to himself the part where he’s the one who banishes her spirit away, who breaks apart her spell that protected you.

Your eyes close squeezing a river of tears free. Your lips stop moving aside from their trembling.

You cry making very little sound as it hurts so much in the body and the heart.

“Cease your blubbering little princess. It won’t bring her back and you needn’t die of dehydration so soon after waking.”

You don't hear his cruel sympathy. You don't want to. It's unreasonable to believe he killed Hava but you settle on that verdict anyway. To do anything else would require you to acknowledge your guilt and your fault.

Unable to turn your face away from him, you keep your eyes closed but both know you aren't asleep.

“Horse girl?” He calls, but you remain still crying through closed eyes.

“Little princess?” He calls again, insistent. He wants to tell you something but you refuse to acknowledge him.

Loki throws his hands. “Fine!” He leaves your uncle’s letter on the chest at the foot of your sickbed before storming out. Outside, he finds the nurse he dismissed over an hour ago.

“You! Why are you still here, I told you to leave!”

She’s curled in a little sleepy ball by the door, almost crushed when Loki throws it open. She untangles herself from the floor and manages to fold herself into a polite bow. “I...I can’t go back m’lord. I’ll get in trouble. I’m supposed to…”

“I don’t care! Attend to the princess. Do whatever you’re supposed to do for her.” The Prince turns on his heel to stalk off to his wing of the palace, he’s a good five paces away before he turns and marches straight back to seize the nurse by the shoulders. “You will attend to her every need. Every. One. And if I find you’ve gone to sleep on her, I’ll ensure you never have a peaceful night’s rest again. Do you understand me?” He shakes her a bit to lend credence to his very real threat.

“Y-y-yes!”

**

It doesn’t feel like you slept. Your eyes were closed as you cried for Hava and when you opened them again sunlight was pouring through the tall window on the opposite end of the room. There was a pallid and sickly looking woman hovering over your bed, eyes dark ringed and bleary. It looks like she kept vigil over you all night, but she had to hold her eyes open with her fingers to do it.

“My lady…” she slurs. “Do you...need...any...thing?”

“No.”

Your voice still works, good. And you’ve restored another word to your spoken vocabulary.

“Okay.” She answers dumbly but you suspect her exhaustion has a hand in that. The nurse startles awake with a little squeak like a crushed mouse when the door opens, a woman with straw gold hair clad in flowing silver silks floating in.

Despite the kindness in her face, the woman holds herself like a statue, stony and aloof. A bit of that stone fractures when her pale silver eyes find yours and smile.

“You are awake child. I am glad to see this. Nurse, how long has she been awake?”

“She...uh...I don’t know, Lady Frigga.”

Your eyes widen, you know this name. You shift in your sheets, willing obedience into your limbs but finding them stubbornly ignoring your orders to move. You should not greet the Lady of Asgard on your back.

“Calm yourself child. No need to pay respects when you’re like this. But I take it, since you react this way to my name, you know who I am?”

You nod, your neck still feels like it’s broken and you groan with the movement. Frigga’s hands are on your neck instantly, a tingling sensation imparted to your skin at the touch. The pain subsides, slides off you. You sigh and sink a bit into the bed.

“Better?”

“Yes.” You croak. “Thank...you-- -y la-y.” The words flicker in and out, and it’s exhausting speaking the sentence whole.

“It is nothing child, I am merely glad you are awake and well.”

Frigga spends the next few moments passing her magic hands over your body, making note of your progress and how far you’ve yet to go.

“I suspect with you being asleep for so long, it will be a good while before your strength returns. Rest well and take your time. You could undo all your recovery with too much exertion too soon. And I know my son Loki would hate to see his work wasted.”

You bristle at the mention of his name and Frigga notices. “Oh Heavens, has he mistreated you? Tell me true?”

“I’ve done no such thing to the horse girl! In fact she should be grovelling at my feet for all my charitable efforts!”

Frigga sighs and casts a withering stare at her younger son before it softens into a smile. “I told you your magic would improve. Did I not?”

Never one to acknowledge an obvious ‘mother knows best’ moment, the emerald prince shrugged.

Loki comes into your view looking as vile as he did when he left you the night before. There’s guilt needling in your heart. You shouldn’t hate him, he saved your life. But your useless body and your hate are about all you have left to you that’s your own now. So you keep it, satisfied with how the sneer you make for him feels on your face.

A sneer that deepens when a new voice sounds. “Brother, mother, I heard the princess is awake. Is this true? Hogan will owe me coin if it is!”

“She is awake yes.”

Thor fills her vision, squeezing out Loki and his mother. “She looks ghastly.”

“The alternative to being an actual ghost.”

“Silence my idiot sons, have either of you any manners?”

Loki and Thor both laugh, the answer incredibly plain.

Frigga gently pushes some hair from your face, her fingers getting a bit tangled in the unkempt poofy mess of your hair. Her nail snags on a nap and you wince. “I’m sorry child, the nurses didn’t seem to know what to do with your hair.”

Most don’t, you remember, Hava knew though. So did your mother.

“Has anyone told her what’s happened?”

“Can she even remember? Princess,” Thor calls. “Do you who you are?”

“Of course she knows you oaf!”

“Loki please.”

“Yes.” You answer, straining on the word.

“Do you know where you are?” Frigga, with a glare, directs her oldest son away.

“As-ard.”

Thor and Frigga take turns asking you establishing questions. Your name. Your favorite food. It’s exhausting, you’re not simple. You start struggling with the questions, too impatient to answer them, anxious to make them understand that your mind works just fine when Loki--who has been silent observer up until now--asks the important one.

“Do you remember what happened to you?”

Your eyes widen, they light up, you nod vigorously despite the pain it causes you. The words bubble in your throat before they spill all over.

“My Uncle...attacked.”

You remember everything clear as the diamonds on Lady Frigga’s neck. How could you forget, you dream it every night and have since it happened. You tell them of the ambush. Of the dead servants and the murderous guards men. You tell them in broken and half formed sentences of your confrontation with your uncle and your cousin’s betrayal.

You move your hand to your ribs, you can feel the scar there even through the heavy cotton of the dressing gown you’re wearing.

“Here.”

Your hand moves higher up your chest. “Here.”

Down to your side above your hip, the scar feels exceptionally nasty, bumpy and rigid flesh under your fingers. “Here.”

You run your fingers over your ruined flesh, Fa’Rey’s blade there is the last thing you remember aside from a shout.

“N’ara!”

After that, nothing. You shake your head, now at the end of your recollection.

Loki steps in to fill in the missing gap of your memory. “Your woman got you out of the palace. Used a protection and a teleportation spell. Very powerful. The effort, combined with the injuries we found on her, is likely what killed her.”

Your chest expands with a gasp. You knew he didn’t kill her no matter how much you wanted to believe, but you had no idea that it was directly because of you that Hava died.

“Hava…” You whisper brokenly.

“Who was she child?” Frigga dabs your eyes with her sleeve. You turn your face from her, unworthy of the gesture. “Nursemaid. All my life.”

“She took care of you.” Frigga finishes and you nod.

Thor stands mutes, uncomfortable with the strained silence. Loki mimics him, but keeps his distance. It’s not a complete lie that Hava died expending her last to protect you. But perhaps, had he not been--Loki--the part of her she left behind may have lingered. To comfort you. Maybe make all this a little easier for you. He knows what it’s like to be alone, isolated, hurt, and hated. Now you will too.

“Do you know what’s happened to your mother?” Frigga asks stony face hardening for another hard truth to deliver.

“Dead.” You answer, but your face sparks again, you move, try to sit up. “How? Where?”

“Ah!” Thor jumps at the new opportunity. “Now this I can help with! Your mother died in a hail of glory, battle cry on her lips as she--!”

“Enough, Thor!” Loki’s scorn shreds Thor’s enthusiastic retelling. “I’m the Prince of Lies here and yet I can't stomach the tale you mean to tell.”

“I was trying to lift her spirits! To let her know that her mother died gloriously!”

“There’s nothing glorious about death! Ask any of the heroes in your tales, dig their bones, I would think they’d prefer life to death no matter how gloriously ended.”

Loki grabs the letter he left behind, crushing it in his hand before your face. “Your mother died in mud, crushed under her horse. Our lines were fractured. The enemy, those barbarous bastards, gave us more trouble than they were ever worth.”

You listen to him unflinching, your body is weak but it can handle the brutal truth he wields. You’re grateful for it.

“Loki, perhaps it is better if she’s--”

He cuts off his mother. “Do you want the truth? With all it’s ugliness?”

You nod, it hurts, it shakes more tears from your eyes but you keep nodding.

He waves a hand over your face and your eyes close. You imagine the scene as his words take hold. Then you dream. Then you live it.

It’s dark, the sky splits open with Thunder and Lightning, proof that the Thunder Prince of Asgard has taken the field. Rain falls but you don’t feel it. It passes through you.

“Sister!”

You discover you can move after you’ve already started to reach for a sword or your halberd or a dagger, anything to run your uncle through the neck. But you have no weapons, and he runs through you, still screaming.

“Sister! It’s a bloody rout. There’s no way we could have prepared for the surprise attack! Odin gives too much away in strategy. They could see us coming for miles! We walked right into their trap.

“That doesn’t matter!”

Your mother is covered in grime and blood you hope isn’t hers, but her face is clean of dirt or fear.

“We must win this battle or the whole of the low countries will be open to attack and pillage. Ours foremost among them! If we lose, Odin will retreat to Asgard to recover and call for reinforcements from farther across the realm. The only reason why he didn’t do that first was because he came to us!”

“And we foolishly answered!”

“We answered the way honor demands we must! So we must not lose. Rally the guard, defend this position, I can break them with a charge.”

“Sister, you left the Royal Cavalry at home!”

“For good reason! Still, we are who we are yes! As long as we can sit a horse we will not lose. A charge will break them.”

“And you with it you madwoman!”

You watch your mother’s face fall. “Aye.

“No! Manmae no!” You cry for her, scream, beg her to change her mind.

But you’re not there. And you have no power here. This is not a dream, this is a memory.

“Prince Loki.” Your mother looks beyond you to the pale man equally splattered in gore. His staff is red from the blade down to the grip, blood drips over his hands, staining his fingers. He looks exhausted and annoyed. It was Odin’s punishment for his display in that strategy meeting that he assist with the Horse Lord’s vanguard. “Tell your father what I mean to do. If he fills the hole I intend to make with his troops, we can win this day yet.”

He doesn’t acknowledge what he heard, instead he turns to you.

“Thor was not wrong. Your mother was very brave. I watched her lead her charge into the heart of the enemy formation. They cut down half of the riders with her first pass. Then half of that with the second. And...well you get the idea. But it worked. They were so worn out that when we arrived they couldn’t mount a defense fast enough. We slaughtered as many as we could find.”

The scene shifts, shimmering like the illusion of water on a hot horizon. The Asgard Lords are vicious as they hammer and sword and magic their enemies to death. Not all fall. Some flee. But Odin’s forces are exhausted almost to ruin and don’t have the numbers or strength to give chase. It is a victory in name only.

“Some soldiers find her later with your Uncle crouched over her dying body. I am not with her when she dies so I cannot share with you her last words.”

You already know them. You don’t think your uncle was lying to you about what she said.

“Goodbye katkat. Manmae is sorry she has to leave you alone. Hava will take care of you, not that you need. Not that you don’t.

The scene changes again and you see your mother’s body, born away a stretcher attended by your uncle.

“The Horse Queen is a fool!” You hear Loki hiss to his father once the body passes. “She should have allowed the princess to bring her Royal Cavalry. They would have been enough.”

“And.” Odin finally speaks. “It would be the Princess’s body on that bier.”

“Or not, if she’s as good as they say, they could have routed the beasts with little casualty.”

“Loki, what about this day suggests ‘little casualty’? Do not be so quick to second guess a mother’s judgement….Or her love.”

**

Your eyes open but they are surprisingly dry. The knowledge that you could have prevented your mother’s death and that you caused Hava’s own strips the soul from you leaving you blank and empty. Numb.

“Thank you Prince Loki. Prince Thor. Lady Frigga. I am tired now. May I rest?”

They leave one-by-one with Lady Frigga promising to check in on your in a few hours.

Loki remains.

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[biofunmy]

Jewish Summer Camp With Campfires, Crafts and No Lights Out

As if on cue, the first camper I meet is a guy named Josh: a nice, 27-year-old Jewish boy with kind eyes, a subtle smile and the same name as my husband, another nice Jewish boy, back home.

“Do you know where Malbec is?” asks this Josh, Josh Blake, rolling his eyes, and then his suitcase, over a wide dirt path flanked by rickety cabins that have been renamed for the weekend. (Malbec and Cabernet, for the men; Pinot Grigio and Rosé for the women; Raisins for all.) “I don’t want to walk all the way over there, if it’s back there …” he says, sounding not unlike Woody Allen.

I don’t blame him. The camp is desert-hot and dusty. And he’s ultimately here, he later admits over bagels, because his parents paid the all-inclusive $525 for him to be. They met on this very land, albeit half a mile away. “Talk about pressure!” he says, laughing.

Ilana Rosenberg, 31, sitting nearby, agrees. “My mother said, ‘Have fun! Go meet your Jewish husband!’ My sister was like, ‘Mom, she could find a Jewish wife, too, you know’.”

American Jewish University owns these 2,800 acres in Southern California’s Simi Valley, which is home to rolling hills and herds of cows, the university’s Brandeis-Bardin Campus and Camp Alonim. Over the next three nights and four days, this 66-year-old summer camp for Jewish kids has been commandeered by a new kind of summer camp — Trybal Gatherings, for Jewish adults.

Trybal Gatherings was founded by Carine Warsawski, 34, a buoyant, Boston-bred M.B.A., with the goal of fostering lasting community among Jews in their 20s and 30s, and, ahem, a few in their 40s.

She held her first Gathering at Camp Eisner in the Berkshires in 2017, roping in mostly friends of friends. Over Labor Day weekend, it sold out, with 125 campers and a wait-list dozens’ deep. Last year, she added Wisconsin; next summer Atlanta, and has plans to expand from Seattle to Austin to Toronto.

Whereas traditions like Birthright Israel offer free trips to the homeland, Ms. Warsawski’s aim is to offer an immersive, low-commitment experience closer to home — one rooted not in Zionism or religious doctrine, but in the shared nostalgia of a Jewish-American rite of passage, complete with archery and horseback riding, and a roster that reads like it’s from the Old Testament. (At one point, I’d forgotten my name-necklace. “That’s O.K.!” someone joked. “It’s probably either Sarah or Rachel.”)

There are two main differences between Jewish kids’ camp and Jewish adults’ camp: No bedtime, and booze, lots of it. Kiddie-pools brimming with hard seltzer at Bubbe’s Beer Garden. Bottles of cheap wine at supper. Compostable flutes of bubbly at Arts & Crafts.

Also, adult campers have careers, though no one talks about them. Web developers and screenwriters, wedding planners and wardrobe stylists. And yes, a few doctors and lawyers. The majority came solo; others hand-in-hand and interfaith or happily married in matching outfits, like Emily and Rachel Leavitt — my Secret Santa, er, Mystery Moses.

It’s a mix of die-hard camp people reliving their glory days, once-homesick campers redoing their awkward years, and first-timers wondering what all the fuss is about. “My parents were immigrants from Iran! They didn’t know about camp!” says Baha Aghajani, 30. Neither did Saraf Shmutz, 39, who moved from Tel Aviv to San Diego. “My summers were ‘go play soccer and bug off.’”

As a writer who hasn’t been back to her camp, Young Judaea, in New Hampshire, in 25 years, I signed up to learn what’s moving Jews to opt for uncomfortable bunk beds and kosher-style mess halls, in lieu of a real vacation.

Trybal isn’t the only over-21 camp cropping up these days. Nor is it the only Jewish one. Camp Nai Nai Nai, which also operates on both coasts, and attracts a post-college, more conservative crowd. And “55+” Orthodox Jews have been davening at summer retreats for decades at places like Isabella Freedman where campers crochet kippahs and take day trips to Tanglewood, in the Berkshires.

Trybal is arguably the only camp, though, that starts the day with an “Abe Weissman Workout,” a calisthenics routine straight out of “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.” (Tomato juice refreshers included, but no rompers.)

It’s also, explains Ms. Warsawski, “a place for people who are more -ish than Jew.” Like Molly Shapiro, 28, of Berkeley. ““This is my jam!” she says. “Synagogues today aren’t really designed for us. We want something less traditional, more affordable, more fun. I mean, playing cornhole isn’t Jewish, but we’re playing cornhole together!”

Togetherness is what Trybal is all about. The schedule is packed from early morning to midnight with get-to-know-you-games and group activities like partner massage and mah-jongg, pickling and pool time.

The next morning, I pass up dreamcatcher-making for challah baking. “Oh yeah, this is what I’m here for,” says Abel Horwitz, a young Robert Downey Jr., kneading dough we’ll later braid and adorn with toppings beyond the traditional sesame. Rainbow sprinkles. Peaches. Jalapeños. “Will 20 loaves be enough for all 60 of us tonight,” some Jews worry.

Next, it’s a tossup between the relationship workshop and the ropes course. I decide I like humans more than heights and head over to hear what the visiting Rabbi Sherre Hirsch, has to say. She reads a passage from the 20th-century philosopher Emmanuel Levinas and tells us to partner up. A 26-year-old named Sam and I stare into each other’s faces for a full five minutes. “Sit with the discomfort,” the rabbi urges. Reluctantly, I do. I smile. He winks. I wiggle, examining his wrinkle-free forehead and bushy eyebrows bound to grow bushier in old age, until my awkwardness turns to calm. I’m overwhelmed by a deep feeling of curiosity and compassion for this man, for myself, for humanity.

“That was a good reminder,” Ms. Aghajani says afterward. “To give people more of a chance. To not swipe so fast.”

After a grilled cheese buffet, there’s solar art and yoga and Slip-n-Slide kickball. I head for the hammocks, where a guy with long red hair is lounging in a tie-dyed Helvetica T-shirt that reads “Falafel & Sabich & Hummus & Schwarma.” It’s his third Trybal. He is the camp guitarist, and a rocket scientist in real life.

“I come to be a kid again,” Jeremy Hollander, 34, says. He pauses. “And to, you know, be with my people.” In real life, he doesn’t bring up the fact he’s Jewish. “‘Hollander’ isn’t ‘Schwartzenbaum’. People see me and usually think I’m Scottish or something.” He feels safer that way. Especially today, he says, with rising anti-Semitism. “The flame is being fanned. You never know who has what opinions. Here, I can let my hair down.” (Although, technically, it’s in a ponytail.)

“The only one thing I have to worry about at camp,” he says, “is when am I going to squeeze in a shower?”

Still, before sundown, we all emerge from our bunks neat and clean and dressed in white. “Can you believe I got this for $2.99 at Saks Off Fifth!” exclaims Lauren Katz, a volunteer staffer wearing lace. (We can’t.)

Picture time. “Say Cheese!” the camp photographer instructs. “But we’re lactose intolerant!” someone cries from the crowd.

We gather in a stone-lined grove, to sing and sway and cheek-kiss “Shabbat Shalom,” before making our way to the dining hall for a sit-down dinner of roast chicken. And, of course, plenty of challah.

It’s all so familiar to me. The tunes are different, but the Hebrew words are the same. The trees are eucalyptus, not pine, and Mr. Hollander is not the longhaired, tie-dye-clad musician from my old camp, and yet — he could be.

I agree with what he said earlier. There is something easy and assuring about spending a summer weekend like I used to (albeit for eight whole weeks): with my people. Or, at least with people who remind me of my people. New friends bonded by old memories.

Trybal is like a modern millennial shtetl, where gesundheits fly. And “Hava Nagila” plays at a Hawaiian luau. And campfire stories include, “How I Became a ‘Nice Jewish Guys’ Calendar Model.”

It’s an alternate, insular world where I find myself running through a field, streaked in war paint, chanting: “We have spirit, because we’re Blues! We have spirit because we’re Jews!”

It’s a universe where conversation flows from the Netflix show “Shtisel” to the lack of Jews in Santa Barbara to the universal disdain for online dating (despite the fact that Trybal is sponsored by JSwipe), to whether Ms. Rosenberg indeed met her future husband.

“We’ll see,” she says, smiling. She did make-out at Arts & Crafts with the Trybal barista: a boy she barely remembers being at her bat mitzvah.

On the last night, I slip quietly out of the luau, where the D.J. is rocking “Lean On Me.” I leave the Leavitt ladies in their twin Hawaiian shirts and my Rosé bunkmates dancing the macarena. Mr. Shmutz and the Cabernets are making reunion plans. Mr. Blake is flirting with one of his crushes.

I have an early flight to catch. Back to my husband and kids and, in a way, the future. In the morning, I’ll miss the friendship bracelets and the compliment circle and, like a true last day of camp: tears. For a moment I have FOMO. And then I realize, it’s fine. Sometimes an Irish goodbye is just as good as a Jewish one.

Rachel Levin is a contributor to the Travel section and the author, with Wise Sons Deli, of “EAT SOMETHING,” to be published in March, by Chronicle Books.

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I responded to a newspaper ad recently and bought a 1971 vw beetle. The car had no plates and no paperwork that I could find. There were several telltale signs that the car had sat a number of years, but I understood it to be a project. The seller said he had originally bought it at auction with the intent of using its (good) engine for a sand rail dune buggy, but that like many other good plans requires time. Once paid for, I was provided no bill of sale which I feel I was owed. It was as if the seller felt that since he had let the car go very cheap, that he owed no person any more, and if he did, he should've either charged more or wrecked it instead. Like he could have gone to the trouble but would be put out for something extraneous. The seller has a shop in an easy to find location, so it is not as if I cannot find him, and he doesn't appear to be trying to hide, hes just a strangely irritable and crotchety person.""

Ohio health insurance?

Can someone recommend me a good health insurance for college student? I live in Ohio, non-smoker Thanks""

What are the contents of an insurance premium?

What are the contents of an insurance premium?

How can I get a health insurance that I can afford?

I work full time and my husbant too but our jobs don't offer a health insurance. We hava just enough money to pay the mortgage, other bills and to survive the month. We would like to have a baby and the only thing that is holding us up is no insurance. I could only find family insurance that's over $500 a month and we could never afford that. And we make too much to qualify for help from the government. Does anyone know any affordable insurance or help from somewhere. Also, without $1000s in deductibles and coinsurance?""

Where can I sign up for health insurance?

I have tried the phone and nothing and online I cant seem to find a website. So does anyone know where I can do it locally. Im located in north hollywood california. Or any help would be great thanks:)

16 and my parents don't have car insurance!?

hi there! I need some help! :( I am sixteen, g1 and next year i am planning on getting my own car.. thing is, i am under 18 so i cannot get my own car insurance. So to get my own car before i am 18.. how can i get insurance if my parents do not have any insurance policies to put on me. They do not drive, or even have their licence, and all of my family live in different cities hours away, and my sister does not drive. So i have no one to put my insurance under. Any options or advice, how do i go about getting my car insured by next year! :) Thank you!""

How much (Aprox.) would car insurance cost for a living in Iowa?

19 year old male living in Iowa, zip code 50659 '96 Camaro.""

""I am finally getting my own insurance policy, but what is pip insurance?""

I am trying to get a quote from geico and they are asking me to select a type of PIP insurance. Which should I choose? I just moved out of the house, so I don't have a lot of money. PIP full pip primary PIP full health primary PIP med only PIP primary PIP med only health primary""

If you get your drivers license do you have o pay insurance?

im 16 and my mom wont let me get my license because she says she would have to pay insurance

What value car would you recommend Comprehensive insurance?

What value car would you recommend moving from Third Party Fire + Theft insurance to Comprehensive Insurance?

Is it possible to negotiate the weekly premium deduction of company offered health care insurance?

I was told I could not enroll in the Affordable Health Care plan because my employer offered a health care plan that meets the requirements of the Affordable Health Care Act. However ...show more

Receive workers comp benefits disabled age 62 can i received medicare or any supplement to health insurance?

Receive workers comp benefits disabled age 62 can i received medicare or any supplement to health insurance?

How much is mobile home insurance in South Florida?

Looking to buy a vacation home in West Palm Beach. Does anyone out there who actually lives in a mobile home in South Florida tell me how much to expect? The park is on the Intercoastal, I was going to buy for cash but now the douche bag owner raised the price so now I am going to look else where and may have to finance some of the purchase price and I am assuming that I will have to insure it. I am expecting the worse. Please only answer if you really know a number.""

Is it illegal to drive without auto insurance in Fla?

Someone told me that I absolutely need insurance on my car or I could face charges. Is this true?

How should i best pay car insurance?

Okay, so I'm trying to understand car insurance. It says my premium is $833.75 which I guess is the total amount for the insurance for the entire year. I pay $157/month for the full year which is $1000 over that premium. Is that correct? Can I change my month to month plan to annual and just pay the rest of what I owe up front to save me money? Why does it cost so much more month to month?""

Car insurance -- help!?

So im 19, dont know nothing about how car insurance works.... im trying to get an online quote to see how much id be paying roughly and i came across this question.... Collision Deductible Specific dollar amount your insurance company requires you to pay when you are involved in an accident. the options are $500, $1000, or decline what does that mean? and what would probably be the safest route to go..""

""What's wrong with my car, Damage and Insurance Question?""

Two days ago, I was involved in a car accident. Allow me to explain what happened. I was stopping at a stop sign, and as I put my foot on the brake, there was some black ice, and my car slid through the stop sign, straight into the intersection, where a woman hit me in the rear end of my car, which spun my car around, making my tap the back of her car as well. My car was barely left with a dent, and driving away from the scene, my car was just fine. However, when I went to drive it this morning, I noticed something was up with the back end. Whenever I hit a bump, it feels like the back end backs up, and fishtails away from the front of the car. Can you tell me what's up with my car, and how much it would be to fix whatever it is? Also, assuming you understand what happened in the accident, and knowing that I and the other woman have insurance, can you tell me who would end up paying for the damage done to her car, and whose fault it really was? Will insurance cover her damage, and if so, whose company is going to cover it? Hers or mine?""

How can I cancel my geico car insurance?

I pay for my geico car insurance every six months because I save some money instead of paying monthly. Here is a thing I am going to out of US for 3 months and I do not need insure my car however I already paid for the 6 months.

Do I need to buy car insurance before I buy the car?!?

I'm going to buy my first car. Do I have to show the dealership proof of insurance before they will let me go with the car? OR I can buy the car just fine and it's not their business whether I have insurance or not ? I doesn't make sense to me to buy insurance for a car I don't have yet. How does this work? thank you.

How do you get temporary insurance?

I need insurance just for one diagnosis and possible surgery. Is there any way I can get temporary insurance? How much is it and what do I need to do to get it??

Car Insurance for Highschooler with good grades?

Hello, I'm getting a car soon and my family has Statefarm. I'm getting a 2008/2009 Honda Civic. I'm 16 and I had straight As first semester, and 1 B second semester. Do you know how they're good student program works? How do I show/prove my grades? I didn't pick up my report card but I can easily go over to my school and do so.""

What is average cost for insurance on a 2013 Kia optimum comp and collision?

What is average cost for insurance on a 2013 Kia optimum comp and collision?

What is the best car insurance for teenagers who got their first car?

It's an older model car and I'm 19. One of my friends pay I have a friend who has state farm and pays 100 a month. Also believe it or not I have another friend who got insurance under her parents insurance company and she got a discount for it.. She is under Progressive and pay 50 dollars a month. I'm a male and I can only dream of my insurance being $50. That isn't going to happen.

What are the insurance rates on a chevy S10?

it is a 2-door, v6, 2WD, extended cab truck, no mods, just stock""

Insurance to drive?

I'm a college student and I have student health insurance. I just got my permit and I was wondering which insurance I need to get to drive??

What's the cheapest new car in terms of insurance?

Strictly in terms of insuring the vehicle, which new vehicle would be the cheapest? Preferably an SUV, but a sedan would do as well.""

Are there any Uk car insurance sites whose multiple car insurance quotes actually do work out cheaper than?

separate for each car

I have full coverage auto insurance and i am wondering what happens if my car breaks outside of an accident?

my cars been acting up lately and i think the front end my go out soon and i was wondering if my auto insurance will pay for me to get it fixed

Health Insurance and Auto Insurance.?

Just wondering how this works. Let's say this happens one day.... I cause an auto accident and I'm injured. My insurance will cover up to $5,000 for my medical bills. I have a heath insurance policy that has a 3,000 deductible and once that limit is reached, the health insurance company will cover everything else. (0% coinsurance on my behalf). Will the auto insurance be used towards my health insurance deductible if the above said scenario should happen?""

What are some cheap but nice older cars to insure?

I am 16 and I am looking to get an older car, i am hoping for a 79 Firebird, mustang or a camaro, but i am just looking for something relatively cheap in all categories. I don't have to worry about repairs, as i can do all the work at my school. PS would it be expensive to insure a car from the late 60s? like a charger?""

Is universal life the best for a 25 yr old?

will the premium go up as I get older.When can I see a substantial savings account when I am about 55.What a good reputable company.What r the drawback.I know term goes up every year.Thanks in advance

Vespa scooters...insurance? Motorcycle license?

I'm thinking of buying a vespa scooter or something like it but if I'm not sure if it'd be worth it if my insurance goes sky high. Do I need to worry about insuring it? Also, would I need a motorcycle license?""

What types of policies have been losing money for insurance companies?

Are property insurance policies in Florida (Hurricane area) still costing insurance companies? Any other kinds?

What happens if you get caught driving without insurance?

In Florida I'm just wondering :o

Got a 150CC scooter for surface roads commute upto 20 miles/day. How much does it cost to get it on CA roads?

Classes + license exp + Registration + Insurance + locks (?) + Helmet + Hand Grip = ? a. How much is the rough running cost? (are these high maintenance?) b. Is it safe in an ungated community with chain lock? Should I move it inside my apt? And yes, primary transportation. Thanks for reading.""

What is the best auto insurance company?

i live in Chicago, Il and whant 2 know the best auto insurance company.""

""Classic Car Insurance, 17 years old, unlimited miles?

Im 17 and have a classic vehicle (1986) are there any insurance companies that has a classic insurance plan for a 17 year old with unlimited miles? I live in New York

Why do I have to get car insurance?

Insurance guy lied, my fun sporty little 04 Mitsubishi eclipse gt (5 speed manual v6) was actually going to be $200 more monthly than he said it would be. It was fun to learn how to drive it. But now it's as good as gone (parents were helping with the insurance). Who's to blame? Why do I have to deal with insurance goons to start with? Couldn't there be a better way? In a slightly more perfect world what theoretical system would cut out the goons?""

""After receiving a check from car insurance company, am I obligated to use the car shop that gave me the quote?""

My car was damaged by hail. I took it to a shop recommended by my insurance company, they gave me a quote, and the car insurance company gave me a check for that amount. Am I obligated to use that same shop that gave me the original quote, or am I allowed to still take it somewhere else that might repair it for less?""

Military Auto Insurance which state?

I am active duty military. I have a California Drivers License. I was temporally stationed in Florida where i bought registered, and insured my car. I Just Got reassigned to Virginia. Do i have to register my car in Virginia? Can i have my Car registered in Florida and insured in Virginia?""

Why my car insurance is so high and how can I lower it?

Recently I moved my house and my insurance went off the roof. For a 03 reg ford-ka its 2300 whereas the car cost only 1400. I also have passed pass-plus, but in vain. Checked on gocompares and other sites, but of no use. I am 28yrs old. I don't know what to do, I love to drive and want that car so bad? Do you guys have any idea? Should I go and check out with my bank for insurance and stuff? please help?""

What kind of business insurance is needed for a small business retail store?

& on average, how much does it cost (it will be in Brookly/NYC)""

How does life insurance work?

i talked my dad into buying life insurance but he says that i just want him to die but i told him only to take out a 50 thousand dollar policy for the funeral and other expenses nothing else i don't need a million dollar policy and how does life insurance work if i talk my dad into getting a 50k policy does the insurance pay it all at once or does the insurance give it month to month or year to year explain it all just in case he wants to get more which i highly doubt he will but anything from 25k to 50k will be find i don't need a million dollars to plan a funeral and how much do you think it would cost to make him have a 50k policy and i asked this question before and i got the response 50k is too much i see people who get 5million dollar policy im not trying to get rich im just trying to get enough to pay for the funeral if i really wanted something i would ask for more because im paying off his 500 thousand dollar house with my money and my pay so he can at least appreciate what i do for him

Whats the best car insurance?

I am an at risk drive at age 19 driving a 2005 toyota sequoia that hasn't been paid off yet i have one at fault accident ( i hit a car in a parking lot with nobody in it) and i have two speeding tickets now i need full coverage because im still making payments but I would like to know what to go with because so far all my quotes are really expensive! please help me out guys i cant afford 300 dollar car insurance!

Do I need to buy car insurance before I buy the car?!?

I'm going to buy my first car. Do I have to show the dealership proof of insurance before they will let me go with the car? OR I can buy the car just fine and it's not their business whether I have insurance or not ? I doesn't make sense to me to buy insurance for a car I don't have yet. How does this work? thank you.

Average motorcycle insurance?

What is the average motor cycle insurance for a 22 year old female who's taken the motorcycle driving course? Anybody know a ball-park figure?

Transfering Auto/Insurance Title/Policy?

Short story - I did not qualify for vehicle finance - girlfriend finances the vehicle for me. We have 5 day to furnish insurance. How i do go about getting the truck in my name and furnishing insurance on it? I do not have the registration or title (coming in mail). I cant open an insurance policy on a car thats not mine. And if she opens an insurance policy on the car she would have to add me to it (but she's not going to drive it which makes for a waste of money?) Thanks for any help

I am in texas and want cheap auto insurance (liability)?

I only need what texas law requires (liability) have 2 accidents 1 moving violation my policy doubled please help me find better deal

How much does car insurance in florida usually cost for a 19yr old girl .... i've never had any?

How much does car insurance in florida usually cost for a 19yr old girl .... i've never had any?

I just got my permit... do i need insurance?

I just got my learners permit and my dad thinks that he has to add me to the insurance (geico) but a lot of people say I don't need my own insurance.

Is there insurance you can get that will cover pregnancy?

I just found out that I am pregnant and I don't have insurance and I make to much for State covered insurance. Is there an insurance company out there that covers pregnancy now?

Car insurance?

Your Open QuestionShow me another  Car insurance? I have comp ins from kwik-fit ,my car was reduced to cinders at the w/end and they have told me i dont get a replacement car [apparently because it is criminal and malicious damage],does anyone know the ins/outs of this, its the first ins claim in 20 years""

Is it possible to get some good life insurance on a 72 year old woman?

Where can I look and what do I need to be aware of?

""I know it seems crazy, but whats the insurance per year of a 16 Year old with a Corvette?""

Lets say a 1995 Corvette with a V8 5.7 Liter Engine? I want to get a broken down one as a project car, I'd have to get insurance but how much would it be? Don't tell me its a stupid crazy idea just stfu... its only an idea.""

How long do you have to file a claim with car insurance?

I hit a lady on january 25. I made a little crack on the inside of her car. She sais to just give her money to fix it and she won't claim it. How long does she have to claim this with her insurance?

What kind of new car is the cheapest to insure ?

I currently drive a leased 2011 Hyundai Santa Fe SUV. The full coverage insurance on this car is now $113.00 per month. Last year it was $108.00 per month. I will be in the market for a new leased vehicles soon and I want to know what cars or SUV are the cheapest to insure. Any websites I can look at ?

Does your home insurance go up when you have a boat?

I want to buy a 21 foot boat and keep it in my back yard when not in use. What costs am I looking at? The boat and trailer need new registration but is that just a one time payment and I'm good to go? thanks

Why is car insurance to high in my area aged 23?

ive been passed for 4 years now - and when i first started driving i was paying 800 on a 1.6. now if i was to do a re-quote on the same car it comes out to 2800, which is stupid. now if i was to do a car insurance search say 3 miles away from my house the car insurance on a astra is only 1000 which is a big change, so why im being ripped off on car insurance.""

Motorbike insurance quote 1202 (UK)!?

Could someone please let me know as to why my motorcycle quote is so high? I'm 18 years old and have recently passed my CBT. The bike I am purchasing is a 2009 YZF-R125 with a value of 3000. My friends bike, a CBR125, only costs him somewhere around the 400 per year mark. I don't understand it... Thanks for any replies.""

How do I get a homeowners insurance for an LLC?

Me and a partner have an LLC under which we own the home we live in. We are now looking for a homeowners insurance but are having some difficulties finding one for an LLC. How do we go about this?

Auto insurance for a 16 year old female?

*im adding some details i forgot to add last time, sorry for the question repost I was trying to do the online quote thing but i cant because its asks for a phone in order to generate the rates , and im most certainly not about to give them my phone number. No way jose.thats why im asking. -Im a 16 year old female -Dont have a license (yet) -im single -I would be driving a 2001 kia... i think sephia? Idk but it looks like a very basic car. -I have good grades -i have never gotten tickets or DUIS -I live arizona -I would only be driving to school which is approx. Seven minutes away fron where i live -I would only also be driving to work which is about 15 min away -I work part time So do any of u have an estimate??? Also please dont comment something irrelevant or pointless""

How do Insurance companies pay for medical bills?

I was in an accident last year that led to me being in the ICU for a few days. I incurred a hefty medical bill as a result. The accident was not my fault, and the driver was insured. I am going to a mediation to decide how the money the insurance company can pay will be divided between those of us that were injured. My question is, when we come to an agreement, will the insurance company send me a check or will they send a payment to the hospital where I owe money?""

Please help about car insurance?

I'm about to get my license when I turn 18. So I was wondering how much would car insurance be for an old car that's already paid off?

How much does medical insurance cost per month?

I'm talking about medical insurance gotten through an employer. And I'm interested in the FULL premium, not just the employee's share. (So if your employer pays half, multiply your payment by 2.) Whatever your situation, please let me know. Because I want to know what to expect for each of the following situations: - Employee Only Insured - Employee + Spouse - Employee + Child - Whole Family Thanks!""

Why can't we have Medicare for all?

Old people love it?? I don't get it. It's so unfair. My cousin has MS and she couldn't afford Health Insurance and her employer didn't offer it to her. By the time she could qualify for Medicaid, her MS became much worse, and she is not doing well right now. All Americans should have the right to be healthy. It's not a privilege, it's a right!""

How much would insurance be on a dodge stealth?

i am going to be sixteen and i may be buying a 92 stealth and i need to know how much insurance would be. it is only a 5,000 dollar car. but the speed meter goes to 160mph.""

Cheapest women car insurance on a provisional?

im 23. got my own car, white, k reg, clio, automatic (1993) im only on a provisional license an ive found so far that my quotes r not very good. my highest as been 2027.57 an my lowest is 678.98 will i get anything lower. i know its cos of my age an cos im the main driver but if any women or men know any insurance companys that ave good lower prices then help me out thanks u never know wot ur get in return lol""

Are others here getting rebate checks from your Health Insurance companies based on the new Health Care Law?

I just got back $178 from Humana. Per the form: Enclosed is your health insurance premium rebate check which is required by the Affordable Care Act - Health Care reform - and the Medical Loss Ratio provision. The purpose of this requirement is to lower the cost of health care coverage.

What car insurance would one recommend that's good and not too expensive?

I currently have geico but paying too much and looking for something more of low cost,any ideas?""

Best/cheapest car w/ durability and power?

I'm going to buy a car in the near future, but I'm just having some trouble finding a good one. Here is a list of what I'm looking for: -0-60 in less than 7 seconds -Over 20 MPG -Easy to work with -A few aftermarket parts -Manual -CHEAP INSURANCE!!! Optional: -Not a convertible -RWD preferred. -DURABLE Thanks for your replies!""

Do I need to buy car insurance before I buy the car?!?

I'm going to buy my first car. Do I have to show the dealership proof of insurance before they will let me go with the car? OR I can buy the car just fine and it's not their business whether I have insurance or not ? I doesn't make sense to me to buy insurance for a car I don't have yet. How does this work? thank you.

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