#and i've been internally screaming about it for 2 weeks

[andithil]

feeling real normal about them

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Hiii love your writingggg, could you plsss do very innocent!reader and pervy!ethan 🫶🏻

Hiii! I hope you like it, even though you requested this MONTHS ago.

I'm not innocent, so I'm not the best at writing it🙃 Hopefully this is okay:)

Creep - Pervy!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You ask Ethan for help in econ, and once Mindy mentions the empty bedroom in the apartment she shares with Ethan and Chad, you agree to move in. But you realize that your sweet, dorky new roommate has been stealing your panties.

Contains: Pervy kinda creepy Ethan, innocent inexperienced reader, fingering. m!masturbation.

A/N: Okay...this needs a part 2 but I'm already at 5k words lmao. A lot of fics I've read along these lines had had Ethan more subby, but not in this one. 👀

*For the poll I posted earlier today, this one had the most votes at the time of me posting this fic. I'm going to write them all in the order that they're wanted:)*

It seemed like your life was starting to fall apart. You couldn’t stand your roommate, your boyfriend had broken up with you, and your grade for econ was starting to tank. When you brought up your grade to your professor after class, hoping to figure out some way to raise it, she suggested that you talk to Ethan Landry.

The next time you had class, you beelined towards him once he walked in. He noticed you, getting a little nervous the closer you got. He wasn’t the best at talking to girls, he even thought this could’ve been a figment of his imagination that the girl he struggled to take his eyes off was walking to him. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, his eyes not leaving you until you were finally face to face.

“Ethan, right?” you sweetly said, as he nodded. “I hear you’re the best for tutoring, and I desperately need your help if you have the time.”

“I’ll make the time,” he spat out, before he internally screamed at himself for sounding so desperate to help. “I mean, I can help you.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you said, as you pulled out your phone. “What’s your number?”

“Oh, um…” he trailed off, racking his brain for those ten digits that he suddenly forgot. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long day.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, “Are you okay with me just giving you my number and you can text me so we can set something up?”

“Yeah,” he said, as he pulled out his phone and went to create a new contact. He passed you his phone as you typed in your name and number, before you handed it back to him.

“Don’t forget to text me,” you said, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you turned to walk back to your seat.

“I won’t,” he said, tightly gripping his phone in his hand as you turned to smile at him once more.

He was struggling to focus as he sat through that class. His fingers kept rubbing over the phone screen that your thumbs had moved across, and he started to realize how pathetic he was for already being so addicted to you when you’d only spoken to him once.

Later that week, you were supposed to meet Ethan in the library to study. You both completely forgot about the renovations they were doing, the normally quiet space filled with the loud sounds of the various pieces of machinery on the opposite side of the room.

“Maybe we should try to do this some other time,” you yelled over the noise. “I can’t concentrate on anything you’re saying.”

“Oh, okay,” Ethan said, looking down so you wouldn’t see the sad look on his face. That’s when he started to get an idea. “My apartment is only two blocks away. It should be quieter. You want to come over to study?”

You liked to be cautious, and you normally wouldn’t go to someone’s apartment that you barely knew, but Ethan seemed innocent enough, and you desperately needed to pass the class so you wouldn’t have to take it again.

“Sure,” you said, wincing as the noise in the room got louder.

You walked beside Ethan as you went to his apartment, and even though it was just for studying, he felt a glint of pride as he walked with you. He hoped that anyone who saw you together would think you were his.

“Hopefully my roommates won’t be too loud,” Ethan sighed, as he stuck his key in the front door.

“Nothing is worse than what’s going on in the library right now,” you said, as he shrugged.

“You say that now…”

You barely made it inside when you heard arguing. Ethan sighed in defeat before he turned to you, “I moved in with my friends, and they’re constantly arguing.”

“Oh,” you giggled, as you followed him into the living room of the apartment. “Oh, hey Mindy,” you said, as she turned to you and smiled.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she asked, as she walked over to you. Chad just stood there, still worked up from the spat they were having when you walked in.

“Ethan’s trying to help me not fail econ,” you said, as she nodded.

“I remember you mentioning you were having trouble with it.”

Ethan was confused as he stood there, because Mindy had never mentioned you, but she seemed to know you quite well. The two of you talked for a few minutes, and once Ethan heard another guy’s name get mentioned, he immediately got jealous.

“I’m proud of you for not giving him another chance,” Mindy said, as you let out a small laugh.

“I’m not going to say I didn’t think about it, but I don’t need him making my life any harder than it needs to be right now,” you sighed, “On top of the bullshit with him, my roommate is just so awful. Like, she woke me up blasting music before the sun even came up today. I’m trying to find somewhere else to live, but I haven’t had any luck yet.”

“Well, we’re looking for a fourth roommate…” Mindy trailed off, as Ethan’s eyes grew wide. “It’d be nice to have another girl here.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you joked, as Mindy smiled.

“Seriously, think about it,” she said, before she started to yell. “Chad!”

You noticed that the other boy was no longer in the room, but you saw him again as he turned the corner and groaned. “What?”

“Okay, don’t be rude,” she snapped, “I’m trying to convince her to move into the fourth bedroom.”

“Oh,” Chad said, his annoyed face turning up in a smile. “Hey, I’m Chad.”

“Hey,” you said, before he started to go over rent and other things you’d need to know. “Why would I want to move in when you two argue like this?” you joked, as Chad tried to play it off.

“We shared a womb, we lived in the same house until we moved into our dorms, and I finally got a break from her,” he said, as she scoffed, “But now we have to live together again and we’re trying to figure out how to do that.”

“I’ve never lived with boys before…and I’m sure my parents would kill me if they ever found out, but I’ll definitely think about it,” you said, before you turned to Ethan. “I’m sorry, you want to study now?”

“Yeah, let’s go to my room,” he said, as he led you there.

You both got settled on his bed. He sat across from you, his back against the headboard as you adjusted to get more comfortable, laying on your stomach. He bit his lip once he noticed the perfect view he had down your shirt, the neckline barely covering anything as your chest was pressed against his bed.

“So, where should we start?” you asked, your soft voice barely getting his attention as he kept staring at your chest. He wanted to squeeze your boobs, suck on them, fuck them, even. “Ethan?” you questioned as you looked away from your notebook, and opened your laptop, completely blocking the sight he was fantasizing over.

“Oh, uh…” he said, as he opened his laptop. “Maybe let’s work on the quiz that’s due this weekend. It’ll show me what you do and don’t need help with.”

You spent over an hour studying with Ethan, and you felt like you were having a little bit of a better understanding. You were starting to get hungry, so you closed your laptop. Ethan glanced over his screen the second he noticed, getting another peak down your shirt again. This time, he saw a part of one of your nipples peaking out of your bra, the sight making his pants grow tighter. He fought off the sound that was threatening to come out before you sat up, once again taking his perfect view away from him.

“I’m starving,” you said, as you started to put your stuff away. “But thank you so much for your help, and I hope you’ll want to keep helping me. You’re my only hope.”

He softly chuckled at your words, “If you move in, we can study whenever you want.”

“You’d be cool with it?” you asked, smiling at him. “You didn’t really say anything out there and I didn’t want to actually start considering it until you said something.”

“Yeah, I think it’s cool,” he said, “If you do want to, and you need help moving or anything, let me know.”

“Thanks, Ethan,” you said, smiling again before you made your way out of his room.

He wanted to walk you to the door, but he knew the second he stood up, his hard cock would be so obvious. He ran his hand over the spot you were laying on the bed, your warmth still soaked up by his comforter. The view down your shirt was burned in his brain as he got up and walked over to the door, shutting and locking it before he dropped his pants to give his aching cock the attention it desperately needed.

The next time you had econ, you walked in and sat down beside Ethan. He didn’t notice at first, but he soon smelled the familiar scent that he couldn’t get out of his head after you’d left his apartment a few days before. He wasn’t sure if it was your hair or the perfume you were wearing, but it smelled delicious.

“Hey,” he smiled, his pupils growing large as he saw you. “Are you okay?”

He took in the stress on your face, and how tired you looked.

“Yeah, are you sure you’re cool with me moving in?” you asked, “Because I can’t deal with my roommate anymore.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, “What happened?”

“She invites her boyfriend to stay over whenever she doesn’t have class the next morning,” you sighed, “I don’t want to explain all the sounds I had to listen to while I tried to sleep last night.”

“Oh,” he said softly, “Well, your room would be beside mine, and I wouldn’t keep you up all night.”

“I bet that’s why I’m failing this class right now. I never sleep,” you said, as you looked over to him. “Wait, you don’t have a girlfriend that stays over?”

“No,” he said, his cheeks turning pink at your question.

“Sex is overrated,” you shrugged, “But I really thought you would’ve had a girlfriend.”

“Really?” he asked, as your professor walked in.

“Yeah, you’re a cutie,” you smiled, before you directed your attention to the lecture.

Ethan was thankful that you were so focused and didn’t see the cheesy smile on his face. The girl he’d been thinking about as he jerked his cock for the last few days called him cute, and his heart was swelling.

After a couple weeks, Ethan, Chad, and Mindy showed up to the apartment you currently lived in while your roommate was at her boyfriend’s to help you move.

“First, I want you guys to know that none of this mess is mine,” you said, as soon as you answered the front door for them.

“Whoa,” Chad said as he glanced around. “There’s no way you live with a girl.”

“Yeah, you’ll never guess what I found on the kitchen floor this morning,” you said, as Mindy started to think.

“With the mess, I’m going to guess…dead mouse?”

“Not even close,” you said, as you shook your head and shuddered as you thought about it. “It was a condom.”

“Like…in the wrapper or…?” Chad asked, as you, once again, shook your head.

“Used.”

“Ewwww,” Mindy said, cringing at the thought.  “Okay, is anything in the kitchen yours?”

“I already boxed that stuff up. Except the dishes that she’s refused to wash,” you said, as you led them to the living room. “The TV is mine, and that lamp,” you said, as you pointed, “But other than that, I really just have to worry about my room.”

“I think it’d be best to have all the heavy stuff in the living room so Ethan and I can worry about that,” Chad said, as you nodded and led them down the hall.

You had already packed up most of your room, which made it so easy for your new roommates to help you. Once Chad was carrying your mattress out and Mindy had ran out to get coffee, Ethan started to glance around your room. He noticed the hamper full of clothes in the corner, and he found himself inching closer towards it as he listened to you and Chad talk in the living room. Before he could stop himself, he grabbed a shirt off the top of the pile, inhaling its scent. He let out a deep breath before he went to put the shirt back in the hamper, before he noticed some black lace sticking out under a pair of your jeans. He snatched it out of the basket and put it in his pocket before he put the shirt back in it once he heard footsteps coming back down the hall.

“Did you need help with this?” Ethan asked, pointing to the basket, trying to make it not seem like he was being weird.

“Shit, I forgot to do laundry,” you groaned, as the realization hit him that the panties he’d grabbed had been worn. “I’ll carry that out.”

“Okay,” Ethan said, before Chad motioned for him to help with the dresser.

Later that day after you got your stuff moved into your new room, you flopped on your freshly made bed as Mindy popped in.

“So, I’m going to try to convince the guys to share a bathroom so you don’t have to share with Ethan,” she said, as you shrugged.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, “I just hope he doesn’t mind all the girly stuff in the shower and the makeup and stuff.”

Ethan didn’t mind at all. In fact, he’d already been in the bathroom, smelling your body wash, your shampoo and conditioner. The skincare products you used. He realized that all those things together were the cause of the scent that made his head spin.

Later that night after you had takeout with everyone, Ethan excused himself to go to bed. He couldn’t stop thinking about your panties that were still in his pocket. Once he pulled them out, he ran his fingers over the lace before taking in your scent. He softly groaned before he dropped his pants, the thoughts of his face buried in your pussy making him harder by the second. He had them tightly clutched in his fist as he started to stroke himself with his free hand, small whimpers flying out of his mouth as he tried to imagine how soft your hand would feel wrapped around him. His bottom lip was in between his teeth once he started to get louder, the tip of his cock red as be brought himself closer to the edge. Just as he was about to cum, he deeply inhaled the scent of your panties one more time before he rubbed them against the tip of his cock, his thick, white ropes covering the lace.

You thought living with boys was going to be difficult, but your first month wasn’t bad. You were surprised at how clean they liked everything to be, and Ethan always put the toilet seat down. You started to get close to your dorky roommate, especially once you spent so much time studying together. You already thought he was cute, but once you actually got to know more about him, you realized that he was so sweet, so nice. He might’ve been a little shy, too, but he got to the point where he was doing cute little things to make you laugh.

One day, you went to do your laundry in the apartment. You walked over and were about to throw stuff in when you noticed clothes were already inside, and Ethan quickly rounded the corner with the rest of the stuff he needed to toss in.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, “You want me to take my stuff out? I can wash it later.”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll wait,” you said with a smile, before you noticed something familiar in the washer. “Oh,” you said, your cheeks turning pink as you reached out and grabbed your panties out of the washer. “Must’ve dropped these in.”

Ethan’s eyes grew wide as he noticed them in your hand, the realization hitting you that they were sticky.

“Eww, what is all over these?” you said, a disgusted look on your face as you tried to figure it out. You looked over to Ethan, his face bright red and his eyes huge, when you pieced it together. “Ethan…”

He just stared at you, the silence deafening as he tried to think of something, anything to say to you. He’d gotten away with stealing your panties for a month, but it was a way for him to feel close to you, and satisfy some of the sexual frustration he had whenever he thought about you.

“What’s on my panties?” you questioned, as he tensed up. “Actually, I don’t think I want to know.”

You tossed them back in the washer and walked past him and headed straight to the bathroom to wash your hands. When you went to your room and shut the door, Ethan huffed and tossed in the rest of stuff that was in his hands before he started the washer.

As the day went by, you couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan, and how you’d noticed that pairs of your panties had been going missing ever since you moved in. But then you’d randomly see them again, in the top drawer of your dresser after a few days. You didn’t think Ethan was like that, and it made you feel a little uneasy to live with him.

Later that night, you had to say something to him. You walked out of your room and glanced around the apartment for him, before you walked to his closed door and started to knock. He eased it open after a few seconds, his eyes connecting with yours through the small crack.

“Can we talk?” you asked, as he took a deep breath and hesitantly opened the door for you.

You walked in and took a seat on the side of the bed, your gaze on his floor as you tried to think of the right way to talk to him.

“You want me to leave the door open,” he asked, barely above a whisper as you shook your head no.

“If Mindy or Chad come home, I don’t want them to hear the conversation.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, before he took a seat beside you. “I’m sorry.”

“Why were you stealing my panties?” you asked, as he took a deep breath.

“I can’t explain it without sounding like the total creep you probably already think I am.”

“So…that was what I thought it was on them,” you said, as you turned to look at him. He nodded, looking away to not meet your gaze.

“Again, I am so sorry,” he said, “I know you probably hate me, and I understand if you don’t want to be around me. I’ll stay in my room so you don’t have to see me.”

“I’m just a little confused,” you said softly, as he finally let his eyes connect with yours. “What’s so exciting about my panties?”

At that moment, one thing you said to Ethan started to play in his head. ‘Sex is overrated.’ He was questioning how much experience you actually had.

“Do you really not know or are you fucking with me?” he questioned.

“Like, does it feel good? How does it even turn you on?” you asked, curiously staring at him.

“They uh…yeah, it feels good when I uh…rub them on myself. And they smell like you.”

“They smell like fabric softener and laundry detergent,” you said, a small laugh slipping out as he shook his head.

“I haven’t been stealing clean ones…they smell like you.”

“Oh,” you said, as you looked away from him. “That turns you on?”

“You have no idea,” he said, and even though the conversation was uncomfortable, he was getting hard.

“Why are guys so weird?” you thought out loud, laughing a little as you shook your head. “So does that mean that you like me? Or you’re like…sexually attracted to me? I still don’t fully get it.”

“Both,” he said, “I think you’re so beautiful, and I’ve had so much fun with you this last month…but I also think about you in a different way, too. Ya know?”

“I’ve thought about you that way, too,” you admitted, “It’d kind of hard not to. I hear you through the walls all the time.”

“You’ve heard me?” he asked, a blush spreading to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I know you hated when you heard your old roommate.”

“I like it when I hear you,” you said so softly that he barely heard it.

“Do you touch yourself when you hear me?”

Your breathing got heavier at his question, and Ethan noticed. You were getting so flustered under his gaze.

“I…I’ve tried to,” you said, as you took in the curious look on his face.

“Tried to?” he asked, “What do you mean?”

“Like…I know what feels good, but I can never get myself…there, if you know what I mean.”

“You’ve never made yourself cum?” he questioned, admiring how cute you looked as you got embarrassed.

“No one has.”

“No one?” he asked, his throat dry at the thought. “Are you a virgin?”

“No…but I’ve never enjoyed sex. Like, it feels good, but I think it’s so disappointing when you hear how amazing orgasms are and then I just never get one.”

Ethan expected the conversation that was happening to go so differently. He thought you hated him, but there you were, telling him that you’d tried to get yourself off when you’d heard him. The thought of him being the first one to make you cum had him salivating, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if he offered.

“Have you ever…given someone an orgasm?” you asked, as he nodded. “I’m jealous of whoever she is.”

“Don’t be,” he said, scooting a little closer to you. “Fuck, I’d make you cum all the time if I could.”

“Really?” you smiled, “If you ever want to, I’m right next door,” you joked, as he smiled and shook his head.

“Hey, don’t offer that or I’ll be in your room every day.”

You were starting to squirm against his bed, your thighs rubbing together so subtly that he could barely tell. The sexual tension was so thick, your breathing getting heavier as you thought about how good Ethan would make you feel.

“I think I need to go back to my room,” you said, as you started to stand up. That’s when you glanced at Ethan’s lap, noticing the tent in his sweatpants.

“Do you really want to?” he asked, “Because if you want me to take care of you right now, I will.”

“Seriously?” you questioned, as he smiled and nodded.

“Come here,” he said, reaching out to grab your hands, pulling you to him.

Once Ethan leaned in to kiss you, he was almost taken aback by how quickly your lips were moving against his. He was desperate for you, but you were just as desperate for him. He matched your pace before he pushed you back on the bed, his hand running from your hip, up your ribs, until it landed on your breast. You gasped into the kiss once he squeezed it.

You had massive butterflies in your stomach once you felt his cock pressing against your thigh through his sweatpants, your head was spinning, but you were loving every second of it.

“Hey, I have an idea,” he said, once he pulled away to catch his breath. “I think we should go to your room.”

“Why?” you asked because you didn’t want to stop. You needed his lips back on yours.

“Because you have that full length mirror leaning against your wall,” he said, chuckling once you noticed the confused look on your face. “I want you to see what I’m doing to make you cum…in case I’m never here to help you.”

“Okay,” you said, as he stood up and grabbed your hands.

Once he opened his bedroom door, he listened to make sure he didn’t hear anyone else in the apartment before he walked out and to your room next door. He shut and locked your bedroom door once he made it inside, before he pulled you into another kiss. His hands held onto your hips until they started to rub against the flesh under the hem of your shirt. He kept inching it further and further up, until he pulled away to pull it over your head. His lips went back to yours as he reached around to unhook your bra, his hands squeezing at your breasts once they were free.

His mouth moved to your neck as his hands explored your body, before they snaked under the waistband of your leggings. He moved them down over your hips as you shimmied out of them, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He recognized them as the first pair he ever stole, the black lacy ones.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, as his hand moved to rub you over your panties. The material was soaked as you moaned at the feeling. “That feel good?”

“Yes,” you said, quickly nodding your head just in case he needed the extra confirmation. “So good.”

“I hate that I have to take these off you,” he said, as he inched the fabric down your thighs, leaving you completely nude in front of him. “I’m going to sit on the floor in front of the mirror, and I want you to sit between my legs.”

“Okay,” you said, as he took a seat on the floor, his legs spreading for you to sit. You did as he said, looking at him in the mirror as he spread your legs, placing your feet on either side of his legs on the floor.

You watched him lick two of his fingers before he placed them against your clit, rubbing slow circles. Your eyes stayed on the reflection of his hand, your mouth parting as you started to breathe faster. He added a little more pressure as you fully relaxed back into his chest, the softest moans slipping out as he went a little faster.

“Ethaaan,” you whined out, the noise quickly becoming his new favorite sound.

“Shh, I don’t know if anyone else is here,” he said softly, “Just keep your legs spread for me, baby.”

He rubbed a few more circles on your clit before his fingers moved lower, one of them slipping inside you. He pumped it in and out for a minute before he added another, as you angled your neck to look up at him. He leaned down to kiss you as his fingers moved, before he started to mumble against your lips.

“If you ever finger yourself, this…” he said, as he curved them just right, a low moan flying out of your mouth, “Is the spot that needs attention. Okay baby?”

“Okay,” you whimpered, as he moved his fingers faster.

The sounds you were making just kept getting louder, and Ethan was just hoping and praying that no one else was home. One of your hands clung to his thigh as your other hand wrapped around his wrist, as you started to feel…different. It felt so good, and the last thing you wanted was for him to stop. Once he went even faster, the squelching sound of your wet pussy and your whimpers filling the room, your legs were trying so hard to close as your toes curled against the carpet on the floor.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, your fluttering eyes watching his hand in the mirror as your body started to tingle.

“Cum for me baby,” he encouraged, as you finally let that feeling wash over your body. You were jolting, your eyes screwed shut as his fingers started to slow, his free hand roaming your chest as you let out all your sounds.

Once you fully relaxed in his arms, he placed a kiss to the top of your head as your hazy eyes connected with his in the mirror.

“Now you can’t say no one’s ever made you cum,” he said with a smile, as he slid his fingers out of you. “Did it feel good?”

“That was better than I thought it was going to be,” you said, “Thanks, Ethan.”

“You’re welcome.”

You sat there in silence for a minute as you felt his cock pressing against you, and you wanted so badly to take care of him, until you heard commotion in the apartment.

“Hey, guysss,” Chad yelled, as he walked down the hall.

You tensed up as you glanced at your door, before Ethan whispered, “It’s okay, I locked it.”

You relaxed again before Chad started to yell again, “Tara’s here!”

You forgot about hanging out with Mindy and Tara for the night, and you didn’t want to pull away from Ethan, but you hesitantly did, your legs wobbling as you tried to stand. Ethan got up to help you, and once you got your bearings, he started to grab your clothes off the floor for you.

“Thanks,” you said, before you noticed him pick up your panties.

“No, thank you,” he joked, a smirk playing on his lips as he backed towards your door. “I’ll see you when you get back in the morning.”

“I better still have panties in that top drawer when I get back.”

[wolfiesmoon]

Phone number

Haruka Sakura x fem!reader

hello this is my windbreaker debut 😍😍😍

i've been thinking about babyboy sakura way too much lately, and come on how do you expect me to resist a tsundere who gets flustered easily

speaking of flustering sakura...😈

"Hey. You're a member of Bofurin, right?" you tapped Sakura on the shoulder while he was walking down the street.

Two weeks ago, you happened to see him patrolling the town and beating up some bad guys that were causing trouble. Ever since then you haven't been able to stop thinking about him. Maybe it's the strange yet intriguing appearance or maybe it's the serious, no nonsense expression on his face that you can't get out of your head.

You're still kind of processing it since it came out of nowhere, but you think you might have a crush on him. At the very least, you're interested to the point where you want to meet him again and shoot your shot.

This brings you to where you are right now. You happened to see him again while running errands around town and thought to yourself "now or never".

"Yeah, what do you want?" he sounded like he was slightly bothered by you approaching him, but you happened to notice the slight pink dusting his cheeks which let you know that might not be the case.

"I need help with something." you intertwined your fingers, putting on your best sweet smile and trying not to show that you're nervous as hell right now.

His expression became slightly more serious, somewhat like the cool expression he was wearing during the fight 2 weeks ago. It was a silent way of telling you to go on.

"Something's missing and I need help finding it. It's your number." you screamed internally because that line sounded way cooler in your head and hearing yourself say it now makes you feel like the biggest idiot on Earth.

He stared at you weirdly for a few excruciating seconds like you did in fact just say the stupidest thing ever which made you instantly lose all the confidence you built up.

"So, uh, you know, if you could give your number to me, that would be nice?" it's almost like you enjoy digging your own grave.

He furrowed his brows as if he's thinking hard before turning completely red all of a sudden. You giggled about how he looks like a tomato internally but on the outside you were too mortified to do anything other than wait for his response. He changed colors like those LED lights. It's almost impressive.

"My number? T-To you?" he seemed genuinely surprised to say the least. He looked shocked to a comical degree.

You nodded and he fumbled around his pockets to pull out his phone. He stared at it for a few seconds before awkwardly asking "How do I do that, again?"

He was firmly avoiding eye contact with you now, which is kind of strange compared to the way he was confidently exchanging eye contact with you a few moments before. You aren't sure if he's embarrased because you're asking him for his number or if it's because he has no idea how to exchange contact info. But if he's embarrased about it, that means he's atleast a little interested, right?

"Give it here." you gently held out your hand and he gave you his phone without saying anything. You added him on LINE, probably wearing a stupidly giddy smile on your face while doing that without even noticing.

"There..." you handed his phone back to him. "So, um... see you around?" you smiled at him one last time, turning around to get the hell out of this awkward yet exciting situation and waving back at him. That was the most awkward you've felt in a while and you kind of ended the interaction suddenly because you couldn't take it anymore.

"S... see you." he choked out, barely audible to you.

When you were firmly out of view, he realised that he has a nosebleed. A girl... just gave him her number. A girl... just... He feels like he might just faint from all the blood rushing to his face. Not to mention he's going to have to clean up his nose before anyone notices.

He stared at your contact name with a little heart next to it for far too long when he was all alone that night.

[konniesreality]

Hey Konnie, I'm going to share my success story with you.

So, for context, I've known about the void for I think over a year and I've been in the LOA community since I was 8. I've also had the most disgusting life all around especially when it came to my spiritual life but that's not important right now.

I've always been lazy when it came to the void, like on one hand I was like "Finally a method that guarantees success no matter what" but on the other hand I was like "Ugh, this is too much I don't feel like doing this right now" and kept making excuses. Because I knew about waking up in the Void State I'd go to bed and just fall asleep after listening to subliminals and affirming thinking that was going to do anything for ME personally. (P.S. just because it didn't work for me doesn't mean it won't work for you.) I did this for MONTHS and kept wondering why it wasn't working. Like I knew I was lazy but I just really couldn't bother at all...until recently.

I decided that I wanted to change and that I'd go back to the basics of the Void. I switched out the subliminals that I used before and created a fresh playlist. Link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLA_GYb1XT6i7XafhzWTNCnerDt1x9HOiz I simply worked on fulfilling myself internally and went within entirely. Then, two weeks ago I randomly decided to just "meditate" into the void. So, I just laid down, stayed still and RELAXED. I didn't even think about the Void, my attention was to simply relax and be. Eventually, I did relax to the point my body went slightly numb so I took it as a sign to start affirming for the Void. The affirmations I used are "I am" and "I am void". I started experiencing soooooooo many symptoms such as the floaty feeling, losing my senses, the darkness behind the eyes getting darker (I wanted my void to be pitch black hence why it got dark) also that really weird eye fluttery thing idk what that is called but yeah I had that too. I was literally spinning and my heart was about to jump out of my chest istg BUT I focused on my breathing and my affirmations.

Then the weirdest thing happened. Now, mind you, I've NEVER gotten this close to entering the Void IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. But I kid you not, I felt myself literally DETACH from my body, well I more felt it in my face/head because I couldn't feel my body but you get the point. Like I felt HOLLOW like WHAT. I was internally screaming and I started to smile because I was like "I'm finally entering the void after how long now." Buttttttt when I was literally five seconds away from entering the Void completely my lovely father came in the room to ask me something so I OBVIOUSLY snapped out. (Still salty btw) But I can tell you that I was 90% in the Void and they weren't lying about feeling pure bliss and happiness and feeling calm as well as being one with yourself because I felt it too. And when I "got out" I felt SO SMUG cause I was like, I finally figured out what method works best for me AND I know when and how to do it.

So, my directions in case you want to try it out.

Go to bed around 30 minutes - 1 hour earlier. Or do it when you're going to take a nap, but it works best for me at night. Also, make sure your eyes are like slightly burning, not ask why just trust me. but not to the point it's watering just enough to make sure you're a little sleepy and will make you relax easier because I find that works best.

2. Then, relax your body and allow all thoughts to float by, don't pay any attention to it. Also, focus on your breathing. (You can do breathing techniques but I just went with a slow but natural pace of breathing, for me of course)

3. ANY SYMPTOMS IGNORE THEM ALL!! It may be hard but honestly, it's kind of like ignoring someone when they talk shit- bad example but you knowww. Just focus on breathing and affirmations here.

4. Make sure to affirm when you are ready, trust me you will know because it'll be like a gut feeling. Or when you feel really relaxed like you're in a tropical paradise or something just start to affirm. Also, I would imagine things that I'd be doing in my hr (home reality) because affirming is kinda boring after a while so I interchanged them.

And that's about it, I think the important thing to take away here is to do what works FOR YOU. If you know that this method doesn't work for you but you saw it works for me, that is not an invitation to change your method. Also, remember always that the void IS YOU, it will not exist without you so don't put it on a pedestal. You got this always and have fun living your dream life. You were born a master of the void so no excuses.

Also that new subliminal that you made is LITERALLY the only sub I use now and it's BOMB. But I obviously linked my playlist bc I used to use it.

OMG IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! Thank you so much for using my subliminal and most importantly sharing your success! It’s the truth! Find what works for you and R E L A X I know you will get in again!! TSYM for linking the playlist too! 💕💗💗

[scrubbinn]

Slime HRT: 13 Months “Such a fickle thing”

“Recording now, starting dialog in 3, 2… Alright! Another month, another recording for the good doctor to listen to. You better be listening to this Theodore. Ugh, your name sucks, bad mouthfeel. I'm just gonna stick with doc. So then, where to start. It's a bit hard to focus on any one topic. A lot can happen in 30 days. Not to mention this isn't my first recording this month. I’ve been having trouble creating memories lately, so it’s nice to have a way to note things down. It's certainly been an interesting time to say the least.

Ok, I'll be honest, things have been rather difficult lately. I've been experiencing severe sharp pains in my whole body nearly everyday. Moving around without assistance is impossible some days. The theory goes that it stems from internal organs changing into slime, but most of my organs should already be made out of goo. At least according to Mayday's journals. But the pain is still there, and I can't understand why it won't disappear… At least I'm getting used to it. I'd rather not have the staff here constantly worried about me. Val, the head witch, offered some potions to help alleviate the pain. I sort of declined out of habit, but then I collapsed in the hallway. She insisted after that. They ended up helping a little bit with clearing my head. Wait, should I be starting at the beginning of the month? The pains really only started a week ago. How do you want me to present these? My memory is worse than I thought.”

“Ok just to be safe, let's go back to the start of the month, when you got back to me on that chunk of skin I sent in, and we found out it's made of fat, lye, and a few other particulates. Lye is the biggest component I'm made of, which makes sense. It's what a lot of soaps are made of, and it's what allows this body to jellify any meat I consume and break it down. It's kinda gross but it's a little cool at the same time. The other bits found though, well, I know you said it was nothing to worry about, but something about finding traces of dentin and enamel, something about it doesn't sit right. You mentioned it's just my dissolved teeth, still stuck inside, but they turned to rubber around 10 months ago, and eventually turned to goo. Shouldn't that mean a different material would be floating around if the hard tissues had already transformed? But the alternative ideas are, distressing, to say the least. And to say the most, if I start growing teeth from my skin, I will see how many lawsuits it takes to bankrupt you doc.”

“Moving back to the discussion of skin. My face and neck are now fully covered, besides the lips and eyeballs. Thanks to the numbing potions, it only tickles a bit. You don't want to know what it feels like when they wear off. I’m probably not going to be awake for most of the next month due to my face dissolving in on itself. I've heard horror stories from other slimes about getting your eyes and organs dissolved. Can’t say I’m looking forward to that. I’ll just have to ask the staff to be ready when they end up hearing screaming coming from my room. Though, come to think of it, my organs are already made out of goo right? It feels like they’re still holding their shape and even normal functions. Maybe it just, won’t, hurt when they’re integrated and dissolved? I'm already dealing with a lot of pain now, what happens when it really starts getting bad. Abigail was right about how dangerous this medication could be…"

“No, can't go thinking about that stuff now. Let's just try talking about something else. Oh! We can talk about eating! Ever since we found out what I’m made of, I’ve had a bit of a change in diet. Lots of fatty meats. Turns out I no longer digest plants anymore. I’m a pure carnivore. Abigail and I are planning a trip outside of Hyper city to visit this great little sushi place we used to go to. I hope they don’t mind if I just order a few whole fish. Er, yeah, I can’t deny I'm eating a lot of food. You’d imagine with no greens, grocery bills wouldn’t hurt the wallet so much. Well turns out meat is expensive, and when you buy a lot of it… Well I’m just glad T.H.E.M.S gives me a place to sleep."

Besides a diet change, I’ve been conducting my own experiments. It’s nothing too dangerous, I’ve just been ingesting different types of poison. Wait, no, hold on, before you speed dial my number! Ok, so I’m not doing something crazy like eating nightshade or anything, just the stuff I can find growing around here like ivy and those berries birds eat. But Lye is a type of poison. I think. So it makes sense that similar chemicals could be incorporated. After all, I don’t seem to have any acid inside me, it’s just poisons and venoms that break down cells, so I should be able to make different kinds. Figuring out how is still a process of trial and error, but don’t worry. I am being careful about it. So please, don’t get mad at me… Besides, imagine if I did learn how to control that sort of thing, I could create a bunch of different chemical compounds! I could be a walking chemistry lab!… Actually that sounds like it’d involve even more city paperwork. Let’s just keep that idea to ourselves, ok doc? And before you say anything! No, the poison is not causing my spikes of pain! That’s not how they work!”

“What else, what else to talk about… Have I talked about the memory troubles yet? It's been a bit of a disaster when it comes to scheduling anything. I need at least five reminders on my phone for any kind of appointment, and even then, you know I've missed a few checkups. I think my brain is getting replaced with slime instincts. I've been enveloping a lot of things without noticing. Arms and legs have been absorbing things without so much as a thought going into them. I spent a solid three hours searching for my phone only to feel it vibrate inside later and most of that time was spent trying to remember what I was searching for. I don't even know how it got there, I left it on my bedside table. I've heard a lot about what other therians have referred to this sort of mental change as a crossroads. Is that approaching? Did Mayday already agree to go through with it, and that's why I'm here? I feel like I'm losing my mind. End recording.”

“Ok, new tape… I think. Recording supplemental now. I have a theory about all the odd changes that have been going on. I looked back on Mayday's first journal. She somehow never made much thought about the doc mentioning the addition of chromatophores, a type of cell found in color changing animals. Though it seems they still haven't formed since I can't change colors at all. Combine that with my limbs moving on their own… There's a good chance that quack doctor combined some type of animal into the slime medication. Like an octopus, or a cuttlefish. It doesn't explain the bits of teeth floating around inside me, but the more I talk about it outloud, the more I realize I need to confront him about what exactly I'm taking. This doesn't feel like it's just a slime HRT, not anymore at least. I just have to remember to confront him. Memories are getting worse, concentration is completely shot from the pains. I just have to remember. I just need to remember… I just need to… I… I'm… hungry………………………

“hm? A recorder? Oh right! I was recording for the doc today, I'll send him this later. I feel so famished right now, when I get too hungry I start forgetting things and all that. Well… bye!”

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TRANSMISSION 14!!!!!!!!

ohhhhhhh my god.

AHLAAM, SIA, AND DAKKAR FORM A DYNAMIC TRIO???? ONE THAT WE WILL LEAN ON HEAVILY FOR EPISODE 4???? I AM SO EXCITED????

hi I already adore all these characters and I can't wait to get to know them better in just three days (holy shit)

Ahlaam —

Traveler proficient in several magical disciplines

okay so we know there's different kinds of magic, even more than just the Radiance and Ahlaam's sick waterbending. I'm guessing that the Radiance could be the primary magic and the other disciplines are more secondary, maybe?

valuable leader, has more fun than all the other islanders combined, quick to help people smile

I am so glad that Ahlaam is the fun Traveler just like I'd been hoping. It also speaks to Matt's character writing skills because we get like 2 minutes with her in TGOA and that was enough to be like "oh she's a silly one" lol <3

also ayyyyyy confirmation that there are more people on Lincoln Island than just these named characters!

guiding hand, glue that holds Lincoln Island together

....I am suddenly afraid that something could happen to Ahlaam. If she's that important to the island and the Bad Guys know it, then she could be a target to try and make everyone vulnerable and weak.

Dakkar —

serious and intense, unmatched fighting spirit

oh my god I hope he's broody. if he's the opposite to Ahlaam then he's gotta be a tortured, brooding guy, right? please? he can fill the Haunted Soldier Man void AJ left behind!

chiseled by his past & anchored by time, always right here while being somewhere else

hi! 😀 what the fuck does this mean? ❤

fr tho are we going to get more time weirdness beyond just traveling through it??? is Dakkar split between time and/or space?? is that an intentional magic thing, or an invention thing, or a curse of some kind? lab accident? is he conscious of different times/places at the same time? when he's with Rose two weeks in the past, is he ALSO with the others in the present, like some sort of Traveler bridge??? is he even a traveler??? it didn't explicitly say he's a traveler???

his magic is critical to the operation & safety of the island

oh okay, so he could also be in serious danger from the Bads. gotcha. goooootcha. welp, I'm fucked, I'm already attached. Matt Dahan has so many ways to hurt me in three days, lmao. I'm lowkey scared. (Bring it on Mr. Dahan, I will make art as revenge for any and all future heartbreak. 🥰)

fiercely protective of those close to him

...Dakkar, buddy, you're not beating the AJ similarities allegations.

oh god if I wasn't already 99% certain that Morgan won't be in this episode then I would be going crazy over thinking about these two interacting. ...might go crazy over it later, just for fun.

has a knack for science and technology

and if I said Anna is hanging out in his cool traveler lab and that's where she and John reunite— /hj

if Dakkar does technology stuff, could he have created the orreries? I've had a theory that Margaret could have made them (my only evidence is the orrery in her apartment and Kal saying it's fitting that he found her while looking for an orrery) so maybe they had developed them together? idk, just a thought

also, if Ahlaam is the Fun One and Dakkar is the Serious One then I can totally see Sia as the common ground between them—more serious than Ahlaam but more lighthearted than Dakkar. and was Margaret once a part of this group? where does she fit in? OH MY GOD WHAT IF SIA TEAMED UP WITH AHLAAM AND DAKKAR AFTER SHE LOST KAL AND MARGARET???? if Kal was the fun one and Margaret was the serious one....... aough please excuse me while I scream internally for a while.

Captain Addison Arvad —

is on Lincoln Island

how????? Sia didn't know what happened to her, how long has she been here????

enthusiastic, knowledgeable, the kind of person that's used to doing ten things at once

adhd multitasking queen captain, I love her

important part of the story that unfolds for our heroes

ahem....

AS THE #1 ADDISON FAN AND THE FIRST PERSON TO MAKE A POST IN HER TAG,

I, PERSONALLY, WIN.

she has a dog, Top, who works just as hard as anyone else on the island

🥺🥺🥺

okay, maybe Addison didn't see her captain's journal as a Wreck This Journal. maybe Top saw it as a chew toy. maybe her dog tried to eat her captain work.

if anything happens to this dog I swear to god... 😭

Searcher is a type of person with their own set of guidelines and rules

fascinated by this bit. what guidelines and rules are these? are they about morals? about how to use their magic, if they have magic at all? is it about how they engage with the world(s) and the people in it? what are the rules and guidelines for Travelers?

feeling very John Herschel in my living room right now (I have so many questions) and have I mentioned I already adore these characters???

anyway, to conclude this ramble:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!

[waitmyturtles]

Wandee Goodday: I'm caught up and I love this show and here are my thoughts AND! (aka, In Which I Partly Ruminate On Golf Tanwarin's Thematic Overlaps Between Wandee Goodday and The Eclipse)

(Thanks to the homegirls @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm for catching me up on @bengiyo's wonderful meta round-up here!)

Through @bengiyo's round-up linked above, I *think* I'm caught up on what was going around the Wandee Goodday fandom last week; I myself, because of LIFE. EVENTS. fell behind two episodes, and only caught up with this generally fabulous show last night, and I wanna bust a couple words on it.

I surprised myself a couple weeks ago by having a touch of Wandee brainrot at week TWO, which is generally absurd, but I'm still stuck on the theme of medical observation and how that theme has permeated this show so far. More on this in a second.

Out of transparency, I also want to note that I'm coming off a close rewatch of Golf Tanwarin's The Eclipse for my Old GMMTV Challenge project, and not just because of LIFE. EVENTS., but also because of some deep thoughtfulness that has surprised and delayed me in my review of The Eclipse, I can't help but recognize that there's some thematic overlap between The Eclipse and Wandee that Golf's getting into -- a coincidence that I'm absolutely loving and screaming internally over.

(As an aside, I've been working forever on my Eclipse piece because I'm struggling with the meaning of having a huge debut branded ship in FirstKhao helming that show, and what that meant for GMMTV in 2022 and its BL future. I'm not feeling that same branded ship pressure here in Wandee, especially as Inn Sarin and Great Sapol were both separately established actors who joined GMMTV for this project, and the future of this ship is unknown at the moment. That's a part of the reason why I love Wandee -- I don't feel fandom pressure about the ship, per se, at this moment, but I might be missing hype on the tag.)

While the stories between The Eclipse and Wandee are clearly different -- the ways in which Golf offers commentary about internal and external homophobia, ESPECIALLY vis à vis macro-level interactions of micro-level humans in systems like boarding schools and hospitals/medical systems, is deeply thrilling for me. I admire Golf as a former politician, Thailand's first transgender member of parliament who was unceremoniously kicked out for economic concerns (and likely their affiliation with the Future Forward/Move Forward parties). As someone who's been around the way with smart politicians, I'm not surprised that this is a space in which Golf lives -- the space in which they explore how homophobia is expressed at macrosystemic and micro-emotional levels.

In The Eclipse, Golf explores:

social pressures to conform to hetero-social standards

the internal destruction that those pressures cause to individuals

how that internal destruction impacts the ways in which young high-school men interact with each other, and develop social and/or romantic bonds, and

how that internal destruction also impacts general social group dynamics, and how individuals police themselves and each other into conforming to the hetero-social standards dictated by the environment around them.

There are many, many issues with The Eclipse, but generally speaking, Golf weaves between the internal and external, the micro and the macro, in that show, cyclically, to depict very messed-up young men fumbling through their experiences of social conformity and love.

As I've been writing my Eclipse piece for my OGMMTVC, I have referred often to @bengiyo's FABULOUS post from the Our Skyy 2 x The Eclipse days, about how some of The Eclipse fandom was concerned for the stability of AkkAyan vis à vis their romance in OS2. As Ben writes, these fictional boys were messed TF up. It was natural, in OS2, to witness their continued fumbles as they still confirmed their love for each other. The conflation for "real" affection between First and Khao aside, this demand for clean-cut romance dominated the fandom discourse at the time of OS2, and it wasn't aligned with what I think Golf's messaging about the emotional states of the boys actually were.

We're certainly NOT THERE (YET) in Wandee Goodday by way of romance. We're squarely in the midst of Wandee's, Yak's, and Ter's very clear emotional and competitive fumbles. We're only at episode 4, and what we've gotten is just a tremendous amount of information about the internal and external struggles these very messed-up dudes have (and to confirm here, we know Ter is Satan/Dr. 666 Devil, we are literally told that, and I'm so thrilled for Podd to finally get the role he deserves, amirite @lurkingshan).

We are seeing similar social conformity pressures from The Eclipse to Wandee by way of the hospital setting -- long a globally misogynistic and highly pressurized environment that humans have played destructively in. Ter being an absolute ROACH with Dee's feelings is so apropos. (Oh, and Ter clearly not being committed to Kwan? That girl's gonna go AWF, I swear.)

We're seeing the same pressure by way of boxer Yak going public with his bisexuality, and taking an ENORRRRRMOUS risk in faking a relationship with Wandee, in front of titchy hospital staff who will likely narc Yak out to the media.

[I think this is a slip of the show, by the way. I don't think Yak is dumb enough to not recognize this risk despite his empathy to Dee, and I really wish the show would spend more time on the risks that Yak takes in showing public affection to Dee at the hospital. I think the show can actually take some time to explore the risk that Yak is taking, because it would simply illuminate the continued themes of homophobia and its ever-presence in the sports AND medical settings that Golf is exploring. (And separately, the meaning of having Yei and Cher helm the boxing gym means so much to me -- literally as a sports fan!)]

@bengiyo's meta round-up also nicely covers the meta out there about Dee and his very conflicted and hypocritical behavior. It's no duh that Dee only has one friend. The guy is a fucking ant. A very cute and sympathetic ant! But he's cute (and hawt), sympathetic, an ant, AND a jerk, someone who is driven to "win," both against Ter and Yak. Dee might be an ant BECAUSE of the impact of what was likely an intense and complicated medical education, as many a former medical resident around the world may relate to! That's a macro-level systemic reference that I wouldn't be surprised Golf would be making intentionally.

Both Wandee and Yak could and should be more accountable to themselves and to each other vis à vis their feelings and the very complicated pressures they both operate under.

They haven't gotten there in their intimacy yet because -- like Akk, Ayan, Kan, and Thua, they're fucking messed-up dudes dealing with homophobia at internal and external emotional levels due to the pressures of their homophobic macrosystemic environments in which they operate!

The social conformity pressures of the worlds in which Dee and Yak live are messing them up so fucking much that they're both acting like bumbling dillholes.

Is it DELIGHTFUL TO WATCH? OMG, YES! I'm obsessed! I LOVE THEM, YER HONOR.

I LOVE WATCHING COMPLICATED HUMAN BEINGS BE COMPLICATED. THIS SHIT IS COMPLICATED!!!!!

Fucking Dee stringing Yak along? YAK GOING ALONG WITH IT? Kickass Taem sees the necklace around Dee's clavicle and KNOWS what Yak's heart is actually doing/saying. Yak may even be "making up" this whole Situation with Taem to jealously win Dee over, maybe?, but we also know Yak actually is attracted to Taem, and so, fuck, THAT'S MESSY AND COMPLICATED, and also, oh so real! Fuck Dee, man! We've ALL BEEN STRUNG ALONG, hello song break, Dee, get it together, you jackass m'fer:

In other words, ha! People act like jerks when their micro- and macro-levels, their internals and externals, are out of sync and whack, and they don't have the emotional toolboxes to deal with it. There is so much mess-mess-MESSY-mess-mess, escalandos, poopy-woopy-shit all over the place in this show, and at least for right now, it's just delightful to watch it happen and unwind (as opposed to The Eclipse, when Akk's repeated stalking of Ayan just got a little tired after episodes 4 and 5, it was like, dude, Akk, if you're saying you don't like him, just stay the fuck away, on GOD. ANYWAY).

Who has the emotional tools to deal with this complicated-ness? Dr. Kao, Drakey-poo, Drizzy!

Dr. Kao, our OBSERVATIONAL asexual BFFFFFFFF, is shown, literally, helping dyads through their issues. He's addressing binaries on binaries -- a couple coming at sex from two different perspectives, and creating compromise between them.

I love, love, love this inclusion of this observational commentary. Kao is depicted at creating communication and compromise against a topic (sex) that he himself has a complicated relationship with. He is shown, professionally, keeping his shit out of the needs of his patients in order to help them with their medical goals.

Kao is practicing, in essence, a transcendence of sorts -- transcending his micro-personal issues with sex in his practice to help his patients achieve at least happiness, if not at least compromise and satisfaction, in their lives.

I appreciated seeing that the client couple in the show wasn't necessarily trying to "win" against each other. They just had different issues about sex that they were working on -- TOGETHER.

The competitive triad of Dee, Yak, and Ter is certainly not there yet. 666 Devil Ter will likely shake up any delicate balance that Dee and Yak MIGHT achieve. But Dee and Yak, a hopeful binary dyad that we are cheering for, are caught in all of their personal and professional competitions themselves, and are nowhere near transcendence at this moment.

The mess, right now, is making sense, within the script. Things can certainly go awry via the script, as my elder friend @bengiyo has warned me regarding Thai BLs these days. But as of right now, I'm finding this mess delightful, because it's VERY real, to me, against a standard of people acting like bumbling, intentional, and unintentional assholes, and living in worlds of emotional complications that are very difficult, in real life, to unwind from by way of macro-social pressures -- except with time, grace, patience, and eventual maturity.

[ktamina]

Intro post I guess

It's been a year since I have this blog and i didn't have an intro lol... so here it is (no one cares):

Basic stuff¡¡

𓉸ᡣ𐭩: My name's eva but you can also call me nain, that's the only allowed nickname if u don't know me

𓉸ᡣ𐭩: I'm from Argentina, english is my second language... so be patient w me

𓉸ᡣ𐭩: I'm fifteen and I don't care about your age if you follow me lol

𓉸ᡣ𐭩: Sidney my beloved

𓉸ᡣ𐭩: My question box is open to literally anything ♡

𓉸ᡣ𐭩: @kill-genesis personal blog

More personal stuff¡¡

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 I'm a BIG fan of music, here's a little list:

Argentinos: Dillom (lo amo con toda mi alma y mi corazón), Intoxicados, viejas locas, 2 minutos, sumo, los piojos, serú giran, los redondos, soda stereo, babasonicos, callejeros, saramalacara, k4, juan lopez, muerejoven, broke carrey, taichu, lali, blair, kaktov, oddmami, wos, mhtresuno, ill Quentin, fazzini, etc etc...

International:

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 big fan of: Korn, slipknot, the offspring, seventeen (and a lot of kpop groups), all Sid's discography, murderdolls, limp bizkit, radiohead, nirvana, the cure, blur, gorillaz, gwen stefani, ayesha erotica, Lauryn hill...

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 casual listener of: static-x, sepultura, coal chamber, smashing pumpkins, pierce the veil, mcr, corpus deliciti, hole, alice in chains, blink 182, green day, avril lavigne, melanie martinez (i used to be a really big fan..), mudvayne, kittie, weezer, sza, c418, azealia banks, mars argo, grimes, a LOT of kpop groups of the 3rd gen, AND A LONG ETC...

I'm also a cd collector! here's my collection

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 I'm not a big fan of movies or series but a big fan of the saw franchise and the first scream movie. My fav saw movie is the sixth and the fourth one.

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 I love old internet and old webs

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 My fav member in slipknot is Sid Wilson... a little obvious. My second favorite is Joey and the third one it's Chris.

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 Horror games are my favs

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 ...I talk a lot and I'm very confident, so you can text me and I'll talk for hours

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 HATE DRY CONVERSATIONS RAAAAH

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 I consider myself a babybath, but I've been in a lot of subcultures

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 Lesbian :'P

𓉸ᡣ𐭩213 is my lucky number, so you'll see it everywhere in my blog

𓉸ᡣ𐭩 I love making new friends and yapping about NOTHING AT ALL!!!

I'll update this shit every few days/weeks/idk so stay tuned (no one cares)

babaii:'v

Last update: 06/07/24

[makemeimmortalwithahug]

for anyone wondering where the prompt fics and those song analysis posts that I've been working on are, my laptop hasn't been working properly for almost a week and I am screaming internally about my stupidity that is not writing in google docs or anything else I could open on my phone

So yeah, that stuff will come eventually. Maybe it'll be in time for the season 2 announcement

[beardedmrbean]

I'd be slightly more charitable towards the "the Israeli invasion of Gaza is a genocide" crowd if they didn't immediately flip-flop between that and "but forcibly driving the Jews out of Israel wouldn't be".

"Anti-colonizers" are fucking morons, man.

Can't colonize your homeland, Jews never left, they've been there 3,200 years on the official record depending on how you interpret the Merneptah Stele, which even if it is only mentioning a "people" that would be Isaac son of Abraham which honestly the Islamic crowd probably hates that even more since they claim that Arabs are the "true" children of Abraham through ishmael the kid Sari's handmaiden had with him, never get any mention though and honestly Arabs are indigenous to Arabia anyhow which is to the east of the Levant where "shocker" Saudi Arabia is.

The Mizrahi never left, or at least they've been there since before the Greeks showed up, still a small number of Samaritans as well, they're from the northern kingdom after Israel split following Solomon's death. Genetically at least the 2 European branches of the Jewish family are undeniably more closely related to the folks that never left than they are to any European genetic group.

But ya, the whole genocide thing is ridiculous. I'd be more inclined to believe people actually cared about genocide if they actually looked around the world where that kind of thing is happening in a major way.

inb4: muh fox news.

It's not like the information isn't out there, NYT thing is the only one that's more than a week or so old, so why after this has been going on for years is it still mostly crickets from the peanut gallery.

It shouldn't be a competition though I know, but you'd think this kind of thing would at least rate a mention from the noisy people on the internet.

Gaza situation it's gonna be hamass doing the genocide both ways anyhow, you install a military installation under, in, or in extremely close proximity to civilian structures any deaths that result from taking those structures out are on the people that turned them into military targets in the hopes that the PR would sway people and they wouldn't get called out for using civilians as human shields.

Not to say that Israel is by any means innocent, they screw up and the IDF screws up and innocent people die, some of whom were undoubtedly murdered and I hope the people that have done these things are held to account for them.

But again it's telling that I've seen a half dozen or more posts about palestenian children and it being international children's day and well did you know that November 25 is the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women as decreed by the un, got to see pieces about all kinds of stuff for that day and almost nobody mentioning all the women who were raped and murdered on 10/7

There's people on here that I respect that have a differing view on the situation than I do, different ways to resolve the situation and end the bloodshed none of which involve genocide, so them I can take seriously on some of this stuff.

The screaming lunatics that have decided that of all the ethnic and religious minorities in the world that Jewish people are the ones that aren't allowed to decide what is and isn't derogatory and that anything short of something like 'gas the jews' has layers and nuance instead of listening to what the Jewish people have been saying for years and years and years that both 'infatda' and 'from the river to the sea' are calls to genocide, they don't get much respect.

As for the apartheid claim, why would any country let non citizens vote in their elections or any of the other nonsense people are trying to claim like 'segregated' communities because apparently the concept of 'little' Italy, Havana, Saigon or any of the various districts like the Chinatowns where different groups have congregated to be their own community within a community aren't things that form organically or anything like that I guess.

[piracytheorist]

During Jump Festa, unfortunately there was no announcement regarding when they will release sxf season 3.

Maybe it's to give Endo more time to develop the manga. Or (I heard) that one of the studio (WIT) has to do other project first.

With the release of season 3 still being uncertain, will you not join us to binge read the manga???

Come come join us to the dark side.... 😈😈😈 (joking).

I SHALL NOT BREAK NOR GIVE IN TO TEMPTATION!!

All joking aside, I doubt it'll take longer than a year to release season 3. Calculating by the rough number of manga chapters I know have been released, they have more than enough to do one 12-episode season while Endo develops the manga during 2024. And even if Endo takes a (well deserved) long break, they can still release season 3 in fall of 2024 and then see if they have enough manga content to adapt to another 12-episode season in fall of 2025. I mean, the content for season 3 is practically already there. What's stopping them from working on it now?

Considering the success of Spy x Family, I would be surprised if WIT Studios decided to work on another project. They practically have most of the script and storyboards ideas for season 3 ready in the form of the manga chapters, season 2 has been doing great, sxf in general is selling like crazy, why put it in the background when it's pretty much a guaranteed success?

Unless they want to put more work in animating it, which would be awesome. I would totally wait longer if that's the case (while kicking and screaming internally, but that's my business).

Since the movie is just about to come out, maybe they thought it would be better to announce season 3 after the movie is out? I mean, last season ended with just an announcement for the movie and a "2023" as a "release date" for season 2, with teases for the bullet-in-butt date and the cruise arc. We knew absolutely nothing before that (us mere mortals anime onlys who don't brave far into the internet, at least) so I'm not surprised they didn't say anything yet. I hope we get an official announcement as the last episode airs... and maybe a couple teases for the next season?? 👀👀

I want to hope my resolve won't break during the hiatus. Last time was difficult, and I did give in that one (1) time, but this time I've got a more fulfilling job, more things to spend time on, and more ideas for crack recaps. Maybe doing one crack recap per week will help fill the void, lol! So I think I will manage. Besides, I'm not really a binge enjoyer (the fact that I binge-watched the first cour of first season in about six hours notwithstanding) so it will feel super weird now if I binge all those chapters and then have to wait two weeks for what I've been used to seeing as half an episode. Even though the anime comes in small packs of episodes and not as often as I'd like, I like the pace of it.

[jasminelee324]

GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU!!!!!!

jjk rant

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ALERT POSSSIBLE JJK SPOILERS/SPECULATIONS AHEAD!!!!!!!!!

i am nooooot okay. Gege is an actual villain. I have been listening to nothing but deathbed by powfu, some song by Laufey with froyo edits on tiktok (song is Promise, aka "it hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with youuuuu), and Mr. Loverman ON REPEAT for THE WHOLLLLLLLLLE MORNING. i HAVENT EVEN HAD MY HEARTBROKEN (recently). FELL ASLEEP AT LIKe 4 am to fluff after the chp spoilers found on tumblr and even awoke to try to write some comforting fluff myself. like fr I don't even fw Gojo that heavy -nananim stans- but this stuff that mangakas are pulling is getting out of freaking hand. the day Yuuji dies I don't want anyone to talk to me bc if I'm not okay right now I have no idea what state I will be in. i have literally been snuggling with my teddies for 1/2 the morning trying not to cry. like seriously eyes were almost getting blurry as I type this and Loverman plays in the background. this is NOT okay. they are fictitious characters so why the actual fudge am I so sad.

and to make matters worse I saw a glimpse of a rumor on tumblr that satorou is dead but there going to put yuuta, who is also apparently dead, in his body to use him as a weapon to fight sukuna who has POSSESSED MEGUMI!!!!!!! And then someone had THE SHEER AUDACITY to create a post with Gojo, Yuuji, and Yuuta smiling on top, and Poor little Megumi curled up in a ball in some domain all by himself. And it read top: "and tell your 'babies' bottom: that I'm your 'baby' too" and after that I had to go to bed bc this is not alright. idk what type of pain Gege is getting off to but this has got to be sick twisted and ILLLEEEEEEEEEGAL. AND MIND YOU I'M NOT EVEN WATCHING THE ANIMEEEEEEEEEEE! Virtually everything Ik ik ik against my will thx to edits and genreal content floating around online and yes ik "the algorithm yada yada" but RIGHT NOW I DO NOT CARE bc this level of international cruelty should not exist. yes ik there are really issues going on and I cry myself to sleep about those other days of the week but rn the wave of grief I'm feeling over all of this screams to be attended to.

literally got a call today and will have to call them back bc if I picked up the phone my voice was gonna sound sore as if I were crying and how THE HEY HEY HEY am I supposed to explain to him that I've been in bed rotting for hours and watching edits of heartbroken lovers that met tragic ends, on the brink of bawling my eyes out over people THAT AREN'T REALLLLL!!! Yeah, I'm in no mood for a psychiatric visit, so yeah no<3

Gege when I Catch you. No bc AOT was one thing. That beach was sad af. but this is a whole other story. in the aot verse there were so. many. characters. There were nations at war, factions, squadrons. they were AT WAR. there were hundreds, thousands, millions, but this is just sick and twisted bc I feel like the jjk storyline is slightly less character dense and so you truly have an opportunity to find a sense of intimacy in the relationships that you have the opportunity of viewing and getting to know and EVERY TIME GEGE BEARS THE DEPTHS OF A CHARACTER'S HEART, WILL, AND SOUL TO THE AUDIENDICE THEY WIND UP DEAD !!!!!! this is no longer ok. call help. SOMEBODY PLS GET HELP. Gege has to be held accountable bc this is getting out of handddddd😭😭😭😭(yes I am aware that I am griping and moaning and that realistically speaking artist reserve every single right to do whatever the heck they want with their art and don't owe anyone ship. A girl is simply in her feelings and will continue to do so until further notice.)

[priincebutt]

from that 100 dialogue prompt post, 85 please! :)

85. “I almost didn’t recognize your voice when it’s not yelling at me.”

(Funny you requested this -- I've been wanting to do a "bad idea, right" by Olivia Rodrigo fic for so long, and this lent itself perfectly to that scenario. So, here's the start. Probably going to develop this into a hatef*ck smut scene down the road but I was so pleased with the start of it I wanted to post it!)

“I almost didn’t recognize your voice when it’s not yelling at me.”

Henry can hear the smirk in Alex’s tone – it’s right there, bright and haughty and self-righteous; it sings ‘I knew you’d call,’ and Henry, well, he hate’s that he’s stooped so low.

It’s just that… they’re both in Paris for fashion week. Henry had seen Alex’s picture on the glossy covers of tabloids, June’s arm draped in the crook of his elbow, dressed from head to toe in fucking Louis Vuitton, and he looked like a goddamn dream. A dream Henry can’t shake, a dream that isn’t his anymore. He’d made that abundantly clear when he’d broken up with Alex at the palace all of those months ago.

He’d screamed. He’d cried. He’d told Alex to leave when Alex asked for the words.

Nothing had hurt that much, but this – Alex’s smugness – is a blow straight to his pride.

“Yes, well… I saw you were in town, and…” And what, Henry? Wanted to relive the glory days? After all, Paris was where they’d first woken up beside each other. Paris feels special still, because his heart aches for those days even if he’d given all of that up. “It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Alex bites out, and the words sting, and affirm that Henry is, in fact, a massive masochist. He’s a sucker for whatever pain Alex is willing to inflict on him.

The line is silent as both men think long and hard. Then there’s a sigh from Alex, and Henry feels that dangerous flutter in the cavity in his chest where his heart was, before he’d decimated it. “What do you want, Henry?”

“Have dinner with me tonight.” It’s out before he can think better of it, and he immediately bites his lip, knowing it was the wrong way to go. If Alex knows he has something Henry wants, he’s going to make him work for it. Really and thoroughly work to deserve it.

“No. You broke up with me, remember?” Alex sets his boundary, and Henry backs off, respecting it.

“How can I forget?” He mutters, more to himself than to Alex, though it does earn him a harsh chuckle. “Come to my hotel then, after whatever dinner you have planned.”

“Are you really booty calling me – in fucking Paris – at noon on a Tuesday?”

Henry lets out a crisp sigh and nods emphatically, then remembers that Alex can’t see him and turns the conversation around. “You’re going to the Louis Vuitton Men’s wear show at 2, right?”

Alex is quiet, making Henry wait, playing hard to get, and Henry knows he deserves it. “Yes.”

“Then you’re going to go to a dinner with some people you don’t really like very much, and you’re going to be bored out of your mind. You might as well get something out of this trip, right?”

Once again, Alex drags the silence out, and Henry’s sure he’s relishing it. “What, hate sex with my ex who chose his duty to his country over me? I’m not interested.”

“Are you sure about that?” Henry’s voice is curious, genuine and raw, because he can hear the hesitation behind Alex’s words, the way his sentence structure is crumbling with want to say yes. It hasn’t been long enough for Alex to be moved on, and Henry doesn’t know if he wants Alex back, or if he just wants to have some really fucking good sex, which he’s not had since the last time he’d been with Alex.

It had been a bold move, but he doesn’t regret it. And he internally cheers when Alex lets out another dramatic sigh.

“Fine. Where are you staying and when should I meet you?”

[alicia-18]

UNNAMED DRACO X OC FIC CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER TWO : THE TEA PARTY

"One second, did you just say you're having a tea party with Narcissa Malfoy?" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows as she watched her sister run her hand through her dark brown hair. The sentence alone made all of the girls let out an incredulous giggle at the thought.

"Seriously Rory, how do you manage to get yourself in these situations?" Ginny couldn't help but let the snort leave her nose as she laughed. The thought of Aurora having to sit across from her school bully's mother and discuss muggle literature over little cakes and cups of tea was enough to make Ginny let out a cackle. This made those also walking down Diagon Alley glance back at the trio of women.

"Yes, laugh it up guys. My life is just a bloody comedy at this point." She chuckled along with the girls, though internally was panicking majorly for the afternoon ahead. I think anyone in their right mind would be anxious about it. After all, this was Narcissa Malfoy! Her last name itself was a red flag.

"It's going to be fine, I've got my notes in my bag with me. I'll just have one tea, talk a little then make an excuse as to why I have to leave." Hermione shook her head, her unruly curls following her movements. Hermione was the more headstrong sister, hence why she was a Gryffindor through and through. She would of been brave enough to deny Narcissa's offer straight away. But it just wasn't in Aurora's nature to disappoint people. Mrs Malfoy probably just wanted some company that wasn't a stuck up elitist.

"Good luck with that. We both know you'll be stuck there for 2 hours and probably roped into going there twice a week." Ginny spoke, to which Hermione nodded rapidly.

"She's not wrong Rory, you're accident prone. And what if - Godric forbid - Malfoy turns up? Then what?" Hermione shuddered at the thought of their school bully. The idea put a deep carven in between Auroras brows as they knitted together. She hadn't even thought of that. What if Draco did in fact turn up? How would he react to his mother sitting in her company? Sitting with a 'Mudblood' as he had previously taunted her with. Would he kick off? Or simply just ignore her all together?

These thoughts made her stop in her tracks, leading to the two girls stopping and staring back at her. The wizards and witches walking around them glared at the rudeness of stopping in the middle of a packed street, though the Gryffindors didn't care to move and Aurora was spiralling too far to notice. "I hadn't thought of that." She mumbled, mainly to herself. The girls rolled their eyes in unison.

"Why am I not surprised?" Hermione tutted, walking forward and gripping her sisters hand to bring her back from the rabbit hole her mind was falling into. "It's not too late to cancel Rory." The shorter Granger snapped her eyes to her older sister, her head shaking frantically.

"Of course it's too bloody late to cancel! Oh Merlin, how do I always manage this shit?" Aurora cursed herself, her palm hitting her forehead. Ginny grabbed her hand and lowered it to minimise the strange looks they were receiving.

"You'll be fine. Get in, get out." Ginny spoke like a Sargent of the army, her hard blue stare empowering the Hufflepuff woman.

"You're right. It surely can't be that bad... right?" Ginny and Hermione have her slightly anxious looks, though continued giving her a pep talk until the time arrived for her to head to the manor.

Deciding apparating would be the most appropriate way to arrive led to her staring up at the daunting manor with fear stricken eyes. Although she attended therapy for all that she had experienced during the times of war, actually facing Malfoy Manor was something she hadn't thought through enough. The bold, tall, intimidating building glared down at her. She could practically hear it screaming 'Mudblood' at her before she had even started approaching it. Memories flashed behind her eyes. The drawing room in which Bellatrix had a 'girly chat' as she described it was the most present.

"I wish I was a bloody Gryffindor." She muttered to herself, willing for the universe to push some bravery into her bones, though her prayers weren't answered. She approached the brass knockers on top of the dark wooden door with trembling hands and what felt like a Cornish Pixie gnawing at her stomach lining.

Aurora took a deep breath, inhaling classic Hufflepuff positivity and exhaling all of the negative energy which encapsulated the building. She would get through this. After all, it was only tea and books. She could handle that.

She only had to knock once before a house elf had creaked open the door, peering round it with large green eyes. "Hello, I am Aurora Granger. I'm here to meet with Mrs Malfoy." Her voice somehow stood strong as it left her lips, a bright smile on her face. The elf nodded frantically, pushing open the heavy door with their weak arms. She worried their arm may snap off in the process, though knew better then try to help. These elves were Malfoy elves, and if Dobby was anything to go by, they didn't take kindness too well. She didn't want the poor creature concussed.

"Of course Miss Granger. Mippy will take you to Mrs Malfoy right away." The elf bowed before leading the way to Narcissa. Rory kept her eyes on her heeled feet to avoid pushing the memories this place gave her to the forefront of her mind. Though after walking for a couple of minutes, she entered a room she hadn't seen before.

One wall was entirely made of windows, including a completely transparent glass door which showcased the Malfoy estates garden well. Though garden was a horrid word to describe it. From what Aurora could see, it stretched on further then her eyes would allow her to behold. An extraordinary crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and vases full of bright flowers adorned most of the flat surfaces in the room. Her eyes fell on the extravagant and sleek black grand piano which sat in the corner of the room, a clear vase of white peonies sat on top.

In the centre of the room sat Narcissa at a small glass table. She looked as elegant as ever with her black and white hair completely straight and down, though none fell into her face. She adorned a simple yet clearly expensive black dress with matching black stilettos. She smiled widely as her electric blue eyes fell onto Aurora.

"Good afternoon Aurora darling!" She rose from her seat to glide over to the young adult, immediately kissing both of her cheeks as a greeting. Aurora felt a little bit stunned at the sheer beauty of the room she was in, but managed to click back to reality.

"Good afternoon Mrs Malfoy. How are you today?" She was glad her voice didn't rattle at all as the words came out, yet also mildly surprised. Narcissa led her to the glass table where her copy of 'The Great Gatsby' sat, as well as another vase of peonies, though these ones ranged from a pale pink colour to a deep magenta. When Aurora visualised the manor, a room like this never even entered her wildest imagination. It felt comforting, yet completely regal. Much like Narcissa herself.

"I am well dear, extremely excited for our little chit chat. I couldn't tell you the last time I did something like this." Aurora held back a snort. Her brain automatically thinking: I doubt a Muggleborn had ever seen this room before.

"Mippy, could you please get the selection of food and drinks you have prepared?" The elf nodded rapidly once more before disapparating. Rory went into her handbag and pulled out her own beaten copy of the book, as well as a small brown notebook which contained all of the notes she had made about the novel.

"I can't tell you how glad I am you accepted my invitation." Narcissa placed her hand on top of Aurora's, making her eyes snap up out of her bag. Her cheeks burned at the solid eye contact Narcissa had no trouble maintaining. She cleared her throat subtly before responding.

"Of course, I honestly could talk books all day." She nervously laughed, thankful that Mrs Malfoy had removed her hand from her own. She felt entirely out of her depth in this place.

"My Draco is the same. He inherited my love for literature." Pure unfiltered pride radiated off of Narcissa whenever her son was mentioned, which warmed Auroras heart immensely. Of course, her opinion of the Malfoy heir was a sour one, but a mothers love was something that always brought a smile to her face. It made her miss her own mother.

"That's lovely Mrs Malfoy, shall we-" She was interrupted.

"Call me Narcissa darling. There's no need for such formalities." Mippy appeared once more, accompanied by a large wheeled tray of different afternoon tea style foods such as finger sandwiches with many different fillings, various cakes, scones with clotted cream and jam, as well as an assortment of french patisseries. An expensive china teapot and matching cups and saucers were also on the tray, a dainty milk jug and sugar cubes beside it.

"Thank you Mippy." Narcissa smiled at the elf, which bowed before leaving again. She stood and poured tea into the cups, asking how Aurora liked hers and even serving it to her. The Muggleborn wasn't too sure if this all was real at this point. It felt like a wild fever dream.

"I was thinking we could discuss any of our favourite quotes from the novel first?" Aurora sipped her tea, opening her notebook to reveal her scribbly writing. She never usually shared her thoughts of different literature with people, so the notes she made were messy yet extensive. Narcissa nodded, sipping her own tea and leaving a red stain from her lipstick which seemed to never smudge.

The two women spoke for a while, Aurora actually finding herself laughing at some jokes Narcissa made, as well as finding her thoughts extremely insightful. She was apprehensive to admit it, but she was genuinely enjoying herself.

"Let us take a break from the book for a moment." She placed the pastry she was consuming down onto her china plate and delicately wiped the edges of her mouth to rid any flakes being on her. Aurora was sure she didn't look as presentable as Narcissa did in this moment, but didn't particularly care.

"How is it that you, Aurora Granger, are simply a book shop clerk? If I remember correctly, you and your sister were always top of your classes at Hogwarts, along with my son of course. I'm sure you could have any occupation you desired." Something twinkled in her eyes, but Rory couldn't place what.

"When at Hogwarts I was studying to be an Auror, though recent event made me realise I didn't actually want to pursue that." She started, refusing to address the war. Narcissa nodded, intently listening to her words. "I think, in all honesty, I would like to teach Muggle Studies one day. I don't think the subject is given enough credit and to Pureblooded wizards, I believe learning the wonders of the Muggle world could be extremely interesting if given the chance." Her cheeks burned at her honesty, having never really admitted this to anyone before. The previous Muggle Studies teacher, Charity Burbage, flashed in her mind.

"Well why not go for it?" Although Narcissa was apart of two notoriously dark families, she gave off a very warm, motherly energy after a while. It was strange yet lovely at the same time.

"I can't afford to pay for the teaching course set since the war. Hence the book shop job. It pays the bills as well as a little extra to save for the course." It was slightly humiliating admitting to this clearly wealthy woman that she herself was having money struggles. Narcissa's features softened at this confession, but a noise outside caught both of the lady's attention.

"BLAISE ANTHONY ZAMBINI! GET YOUR ARSE BACK HERE NOW!" A woman seemed to screech from the Malfoy garden. The name used made the blood in Auroras veins freeze over. And that voice sounded awfully familiar.

A tall, stocky, dark skinned male tore open the door connecting the tea room with the garden and sprinted in. "Hide me Cissy!" The man squealed rather femininely, throwing himself under the piano without even looking at either of them. Narcissa giggled at the boy, her eyes watching as a woman rushed into the room similarly. Her onyx eyes darted around the room before they fell on Aurora, her glare softening to a confused stare.

"Uh— Hello." The queen of Slytherin herself awkwardly greeted the other two women, her eyes bouncing between them both before a small knock caught her attention. Her scowl returned as she stalked over to the piano and used her sleek wand to send a harmless jinx at the man underneath. He yelped, rushing out and holding his hands up in surrender. Finally, he recognised not only Narcissa was watching the scene unfold and his warm hazel eyes fell onto the Granger girl. He too looked equally as confused as the woman did before, both of them looking at each other before turning to Narcissa and Aurora.

"Blaise, aren't you going to greet my guest?" Narcissa smiled playfully at his perplexed look, making him reanimate back to life.

"Do I have brain damage from that Jinx, Pansy?" He spoke rather quietly. Pansy jabbed him in the side with her elbow at his stupidity. "I must have because I'm imagining Little Granger is sat drinking tea and eating cakes with Cissy. Now I know that can't be right." Aurora cleared her throat awkwardly as the door squeaked again. This time, two men entered, though they both froze in the doorway. At the front was the floppy brown haired and green eyed Theodore Nott. He was known for his charismatic personality all over Hogwarts. He too stared at Aurora and Narcissa as if they had grown three heads.

"Why stop in the bloody doorway you-" The gravely voice Aurora hadn't heard for about 3 years sounded, but quickly diminished upon seeing why Theodore stopped in his tracks.

Draco Lucius Malfoy stood in the doorway of his mothers tea room, his cold steel grey eyes boring into Aurora's warm chocolate hues. She noted how he had changed since she last saw him. He no longer looked plagued by the war as he did when it first ended. His face was less hollow, yet his cheekbones were still high and pronounced. His hair was still stark white, mainly pushed back (though not as aggressively as it was in their first and second year) barring the odd strand which fell over his forehead. He seemed slightly taller too, and more broad aswell. He clearly was no longer a boy, but now rather a man.

"I don't know what has gotten into you all this afternoon but could everyone stop staring at my guest as if she is an animal?" Narcissa broke the tension filled silence, a small tut leaving her mouth as she poured herself a fresh cup of tea. She once again served Aurora her tea, making the Slytherins even more confused.

"Mother." Draco stepped further into the room, his classic sneer settling onto his face as his eyes never left Aurora. It felt strangely nostalgic seeing the scowl settle onto his face as he approached their table. Almost as if they were all teenagers again. "Why in the name of Salazar are you sat with this-" Narcissa held up her hand, cutting off the insult that was about to fall out of her sons mouth. She stared at him and shook her head.

"For Merlin's sake Draco, do stop being so dramatic, would you? As I'm sure you are all fully aware, this is Aurora Granger. I invited her here today as she has been a great help recommending tremendous Muggle literature to me and I wished to discuss a specific novel with her in more detail." Mrs Malfoy spoke so nonchalantly, as if she was telling the room she was having a meal with someone she often was acquainted with. However, her words just led to the room being even more confused.

"I think I best be leaving anyways-" Once again, Narcissa cut off Aurora.

"Oh but I was greatly enjoying our talk! Perhaps you could come again during the week?" For fuck sake. Ginny was right.

"Again?! Mother, have you hit your head recently?" Draco spluttered, now tearing his eyes from Aurora to look at his mother. He didn't want to admit it but it was obvious Aurora Granger was no longer the small Hufflepuff girl he remembered her being. She had sprouted into a full fledged woman, with curves she didn't hold during school and her hair having grown to the bottom of her rib cage rather then the shoulder length bob she had the entirety of the time she spent at Hogwarts. Her lips were fuller, more pouty looking. Though her big chocolate eyes still had the same sparkle in them as he remembered glaring into for the majority of his teenage years. Eyes which made feelings of distaste spiral in his stomach.

"I—I wouldn't want to be a nuisance Narcissa." Aurora stood from her chair awkwardly, feeling extremely uncomfortable with all the eyes on her.

"Nonsense dear, my son here is just being silly. I think you'd even enjoy the afternoon we just had Draco if you wasn't so set in your ways. You know Aurora, he always has been awfully stubborn." Draco rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. He couldn't believe the predicament he had currently found himself in.

"I'm so confused." Theo muttered as he made his way beside Pansy and Blaise, all three of them bouncing their sights between the other trio like they were watching a ping pong match. Aurora placed her notebook and beat up copy of The Great Gatsby into her handbag whilst Narcissa and Draco quietly argued between themselves. It ended rather quickly as Narcissa gave Draco a look which screamed 'do not push me right now'. He cracked his knuckles before sneering at Aurora once more, looking her up and down.

"Well didn't you say you should go?" He snapped, venom pouring from his mouth much like it did during school. Narcissa rounded the table and kissed both of her cheeks again, this time as a farewell.

"I apologise for my son. In fact, he can walk you to the door whilst he himself apologises." Narcissa smiled, turning to her son who glared menacingly at her. She, however, was not fazed. They had a silent staring match for a moment before he scoffed.

"This way, Granger." He sarcastically smiled at his mum before stalking to the door she entered from and walked through it. Aurora scrambled to follow, not wanting to be lost in the huge manor. She shouted a final goodbye over her shoulder before the door shut.

"What are you playing at Cissy?" Pansy asked, completely dumbfounded. Narcissa smirked at the trio who remained, a satisfactory glint in her blue hues.

"Don't you worry dear, I know what I'm doing." Was all she said before sending them a wink.

"Will you slow down? Godric sake Malfoy." Aurora panted trying to keep up with Dracos long strides. He abruptly halted, making her crash into his back and almost onto the floor. She caught herself in time to save her from the embarrassment.

"Listen to me and listen good Granger." Draco spun around and stood tall over her, much like he did during Hogwarts. His body easily towered over her own, casting her into the shadows of Malfoy Manor. She felt bile rising in her throat as being trapped in the hallway with the boy brought back memories she thought she had previously worked through.

"I'm not sure what you're playing at trying to suck my mother into your weird Muggle ways but you can fucking stop it. I thought I'd finally be able to exterminate you and your aggravating friends from my mind once the war ended." Aurora winced at his tone of voice, the mention of the war not helping. Her cheeks and ears burned, her throat had gone scratchy. She used to be accustomed to his menacing scowl and deep voice lashing out insult after insult, though she was no longer accustomed to such vile things.

"Trust me Malfoy, this whole thing wasn't my idea. You think I'd actively choose to be talking about muggle literature with your mother in this place!" Aurora jabbed her index finger into his hard chest. His features hardened, a sneer settling even deeper into his face.

"My mother? What's that supposed to mean, you filthy—." Draco cut himself off before the insult he constantly called her at school tumbled out. Rory was obviously stunned that he hadn't said it. He never missed an opportunity to call her it before.

"I'm genuinely shocked what a delight Narcissa is due to what a pompous arse you are. I guess like father like son." She gasped at her words, slapping her hand over her mouth as soon as it fell out of her lips. Sure, she didn't like Draco. Not in the slightest. But everyone in the wizarding community was aware of where Lucius Malfoy was now, as well as how evil that man truly was. Not even Draco deserved to be described as that callous man. "Malfoy, I'm sorry that—" He cut her off with a scoff, his grey eyes rolling as he did.

"Watch your mouth. I'm sure you remember what Lucius was capable of, do not make me show you the true meaning of 'like father like son'." He spat out, looking down his nose at the Hufflepuff girl. He held an intense fury behind his storm cloud eyes, to a point where Aurora could see lightning striking. She gulped slightly before nodding slowly. Draco backed up, cracking his neck with annoyance and setting off again towards the front door.

Both remained silent for the short walk, though both left the exchange feeling aggravated immensely.

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can i request some tharion romantic headcanons if crescent city is available :0❤️❤️

omg, hi bambi! ofc! I love tharion and he's such a flirt. ugh, my heart. this one is semi-spicy, idek if this is what you really wanted but I will definitely explore his romantic sides from all angles :D

the fact that this is so long. lmao

tharion was always the one to flirt consistently.

he definitely and quite clearly made his intentions to court you known.

the first kiss was slow and sweet. the second had more passion but was still gentle.

on the third kiss, you wanted more than just the sweet gentle passion-filled kisses. you wanted heat.

you two had been taking it slow since this was your first time having a boyfriend.

of course, you've had sex but those males didn't matter to you like tharion did.

over the span of a month, you two had begun to tease each other.

tease each other enough to get the other riled up.

it was like an unspoken agreement that both of you would wait to fulfill your desires.

it was a thrill to see who would break first even though that didn't last long.

on the fourth week of you two being officially courting, the teasing had gotten more and more intense.

every night now, you would have to try and relieve the ache but every time you did orgasm, it wasn't enough.

you wanted his fingers instead of your own or his tongue for that matter.

wet dreams claimed you each night and when you awoke, you were always breathless.

you're pretty sure he's scented your arousal in the mornings from when you had to calm your throbbing core from those delicious dreams.

though, this night, you hadn't been able to get any sleep.

cthona, you just wanted some damn relief from the brutal aching that throbbed between your thighs and for you to finally be able to sleep.

groaning, you sit up on your bed and turned to your phone.

if you called him, would he even be awake?

it was a little after 2 am and you hadn't been able to sleep with the need for him.

you grabbed your phone but when you went to push dial, doubts swirled and tangled in your mind.

what if you upset him by waking him up?

what if...

your thoughts halted when a small gentle tap came from your window.

you grabbed the sheets and held them close to your body as you walked to the window.

and there was the mer himself.

his hazel eyes met yours and you swore your heart wanted to break out of its cage.

your muscles went taunt and you're sure that tharion could sense your scent.

a smug grin tugged at the mer's lips, "hello, little pearl," he purred.

shivers snaked down your spine when he called you by your favorite pet name.

"hello, darling,"

you motioned for him to come in and he happily obliged.

as you walked back to the bed, an arm snaked around your middle and pulled your back flush against his bare chest.

"fuck," he groaned into your neck.

you had let your eyes flutter close but the thought of your vibrator still laying on your bed made you internally scream.

"I see I'm not the only one struggling tonight," tharion nipped at your earlobe earning a small whimper from you.

your cunt throbbed even harder and when his lips made contact with the sweet spot on your neck, your knees buckled.

"you've been teasing me all week," you whined.

a dark chuckle left the mer's throat and walked you toward the bed.

you had let the sheets fall into a pool around your feet before your knees could touch the edge of the mattress.

"want me to help soothe the ache, pearl?"

all the answer you could give was a small whine.

that didn't satisfy him though, he needed to hear your words.

"use your words," he growled,

"yes, please relieve it." you whimpered.

you could practically hear his smile as he gently laid you on the bed.

"spread your legs," pure dominance gripped his tone and in seconds, you exposed your soaked cunt to him.

"I've been thinking about devouring you for weeks," he said as he got down on his knees and began to leave small kisses on the inner part of your thigh.

shit, and when his tongue began its assault on your poor swollen clit, you were sure the neighbor on the level above you would be filing a complaint on you for being loud.

you didn't care.

your legs trembled as his tongue flicked and sucked over the sensitive bud.

moans, whines, and whimpers never stopped falling from your lips as he dragged orgasm after orgasm out of you with just his tongue.

it was going to be a long night and a very pleasant one at that.

I hope you liked this! if any of you want to send me prompts/requests, I'm all ears!

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I have a guilty confession. Since the start of the tour I have been quietly and internally judging people who talk about 'losing' surprise songs, because to me every song played has felt like a gain. She hadn't played a song live before, and now she had. She hadn't played a song in over 6 years, and now she had. That felt like a win for the collective. But now my first show is under a week away (Cardiff) and I'm finally experiencing empathy around this /1

That list of remaining songs has some of my top tier songs and also some of my absolute least favourites. So I am scared. I think this serves me right for lacking empathy before 😂 Anyway, praying she plays Hoax at Cardiff because screaming those lyrics might make up for the year I've had 🕯️🕯️🕯️/2

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Firstly! I hope you have an amazing time at your show in Cardiff - what a blast!!! I hope it goes great for you.

Secondly! LOL I love when a TSSer can admit to being a little bit sulky and judgey - we are all guilty of it.

I think we all can acknowledge it's a silly / low stakes thing to be "sad" over and that most of it is hyperbolic (with some lowkey genuine tinges of the sad feels).

Also a fun reminder that the list has effectively 'reset' and also that Taylor no longer plays by the no repeats rule (as she's said so herself - there are no rules). Which is both fun but absolutely frightening!