#and you can't let yourself show that yeah you're kinda upset. because to do that a) isn't fair and b) lets them smell blood

[beeseverywhen]

Nothing quite prepared me for how humbling playing any part in raising a teenager is

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: #6 and #9

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summary: despite your love for joe, you absolutely detested his fashion sense. you and him take up a little bet and if you win you could pick out one of his game day fits.

warnings: none, fluff

pairing: joe burrow x reader

imagine universe: into the mystic

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(y/n’s pov)

"joe. i love you more than anything, but i'm not letting you wear that in public." - you

"what?! i was expecting you to say something along the lines of 'oh god joe, you'll look so sexy in that. i can't believe you're my husband.’" - joe

after the twins were asleep joe and i would usually savor our alone time because with 2 toddlers, it doesn't happen often. we'd either cuddle up on the couch and watch a show, or lay in bed and just talk. 

currently we were sitting on the couch, joe was online shopping for game day fits and i was texting my dad. i wasn't really paying attention to what joe was looking at until out of the corner of my eye i saw one of the most atrocious suits i had ever seen.

"baby... i'm so sorry but i'm not letting you wear that." - you

"why?" - joe frowned

"joe, do you actually like that?" - you

"yes." - joe

"it's a little much, babe.." - you

"i get it. you'll be embarrassed of me." - joe

"what? no of course not. joe i'm never embarrassed of you-" - you

"you know people will say stuff about it so you don't want me to wear it knowing you'll be embarrassed of me." - joe

"are you kidding me? do you literally hear yourself? if this is the kind of mood you're in i'm going to bed." - you stood up from the couch

"y/n wait.." - joe sighed

i pretended that i didn't hear him and kept walking towards the stairs.

"baby!" - joe

when he noticed that i wasn't going to stop i heard him mumble a silent "fuck" out of defeat.

he knew he shouldn't think of me like that. joe knew that i'd never be embarrassed of him no matter how colorful and outgoing some of his game day fits were.

once i was upstairs i brushed my teeth and then slipped into bed. it wasn't long after that when i heard joes unmistakable footsteps in the hallway.

i heard him shuffling around the room; probably changing out of his clothes since he just slept in boxers. soon after, the bed dipped and i felt his arms wrap around my waist.

"baby?" - joe whispered

since i was facing away from him i thought i'd be able to hide the fact that i wasn't actually sleeping.

"i know you aren't asleep, honey." - joe whispered again

all i did was nudge his arms off, to which he let out a defeated sigh.

"please don't be upset with me, i don't want to argue.." - joe

i rolled over to face him, and as soon as i did he knew he was going to get a talking to.

"do you know how much it hurts when your partner questions if your embarrassed of them? it makes me question how i’ve been as a wife." - you

"i'm sorry.." - joe

"joe you should know better. i've never and will never be embarrassed of you. i'm so proud to be your wife, even if you have questionable fashion sense." - you reached forward and rubbed his cheek

"i know you are. i was just kind of annoyed in the moment. if you don't think i should wear it i won't, do you have any outfit ideas you'd like me to wear?" - joe smiled when he asked the last part

"how about a cowboy hat, some nice boot cut jeans partnered with boots, and a fitted white shirt." - you

"anything but that." - joe

"please, joey?" - you

"nope im not doing it." - joe

"how about we do a bet. if you win you can wear that suit you wanted, but if i win then you have to wear my suggestion." - you

"okay, i like how you talk, burrow. what kinda bet are you thinking?" - joe smirked

"how about we do a scrimmage at the practice fields?" - you

"like a football scrimmage?" - joe chuckled

"yeah." - you

"sweetheart that's like an automatic win for me, i'm a professional." - joe

"i'm better than you think, j" - you

"we'll see about that.." - joe

*a week later*

"okay so i asked zac if we could have a scrimmage and he agreed. it's gonna be in 3 days, after practice that day." - joe

"okay sounds good, am i gonna get my own jersey?" - you

"cant you just use one of mine? it's already got your last name on the back." - joe grinned

"i'd prefer to have my own, i think itd be less confusing for the team if i had a different number." - you

"okay fine. i'll get you a jersey, do you want a specific number?" - joe

"nope you can pick, just not 9." - you

"okay sounds good." - joe smirked to himself as he got his phone out to pull some strings and get you a jersey

the day of the scrimmage i walked over to the practice fields 15 minutes before practice ended.

joe wasn't doing a drill at that time and immediately spotted me.

"hey beautiful!" - joe walked over and kissed you

"flirting with the competition?" - you

"that's what happens when the competition is my gorgeous wife- oh also i have your jersey." - joe

"where is it at? i was thinking about changing early." - you

"my locker. it shouldn't be too hard to find, it's the only jersey that doesn't have a 9 on it." - joe

"what number did you pick?" - you

"you'll see when you get it." - joe smiled

"cmon babe, tell me!" - you

"nah- oh i think coach needs me." - joe

"i didnt hear him call for you?" - you

"is that a whistle i hear?" - joe jogged away

"you're so stupid!" - you grinned as you watched joe run away

i made my way over to the locker room and over to joes little corner. after digging through his messy ass locker that i've been begging for him to clean for days, i found my jersey. it was pretty easy to find since it was significantly smaller than the rest of the ones hanging up.

"burrow, #6" is what the jersey read.

i wouldn't find out till later the reasoning behind why joe chose the number but in the meantime i thought it was because it was an upside down 9.

after i changed and put my hair into a ponytail, i walked back over to the practice fields. the team has just gotten done with their final huddle so was able to talk to joe before he became my opponent.

before the game started i told some of the players on my team what the bet was so they made sure to play their best.

joe naturally was quarterback for his team, and i was qb for mine. joe wouldn't admit it during the game but he was actually surprised with my throwing skills.

long story short; my team ended up winning.

i'm not even gonna lie, i was definitely surprised that i won.

even after losing, joe congratulated me with a smile on his face.

"good game, burrow." - joe smiled and stuck his hand out

"good game, burrow." - you smiled back and took his hand shaking it for a second and then pulling him into a hug

later on after all the guys had showered, everyone was walking back to their cars. joe and i held hands as we followed behind the other guys. all of a sudden i had the urge to ask him the question i had been asking myself ever since i got my jersey.

"why'd you pick 6?" - you

joe shrugged with a slight smile on his face but some of the other guys just laughed to themselves.

"what?" - you looked into the direction of tee and jamarr who were dying laughing

they didn't say anything back to me, instead ja'marr whispered something to joe mixon. i'm guessing explaining why joe picked the number that he did.

"that's pretty funny burrow!" - joe mixon

"anyone care to explain it to me?" - you

"y/n why do you think joe made you stand on his left when a photographer got a picture of your backs?" - tee laughed

"i'm confused.." - you

joe stopped walking and pulled his phone out, he pulled up the picture tee was referring too and zoomed in on our numbers.

"6...9..69?! joseph lee!" - you shoved his shoulder as him and the rest of the guys laughed

"that's so immature!" - you

"it's so funny though!" - joe chuckled

"oh my god." - you rolled your eyes

"cmon, you know it's funny y/n." - tee

"whatever." - you rolled your eyes and tried your hardest not to laugh

joe slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him more.

"i love you" - joe

"i love you too, but i think for now on i'm gonna leave the football to you. i need a hot bath after that." - you

"sounds good to me." - joe smiled

"EW. i'm out. goodnight guys." - ja'marr

"i think you guys are cute, but i'm out too." - tee

"y'all have a good night. tell the twins that uncle tee loves them." - ja’marr

"we will. remember you're always welcome to come over and have a play date with them." - you

"i appreciate it, bye guys." - tee walked away

"bye tee!” - you

"see ya higgins!" - joe

on our way home i ordered joe’s cowboy game day outfit even though he complained the whole time.

"you're gonna look so handsome." - you

"oh whatever." - joe

"you are!" - you

"i think i'd look straight up sexy in the outfit that i wanted to get." - joe

"absolutely not." - you

"you're missing out, baby." - joe smiled

"oh my lord, just shush it and drive" - you

joe laughed before turning up the radio and putting his hand in my lap, lacing his fingers with mine.

"i love you." - you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb

"i love you too." - joe

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authors note: fic to wrap up today’s win!!!

hope you enjoyed! ❤️❤️

[lovelyiida]

If it's fine, may I request Todoroki and Iida (separate) X shy reader?

THIS IS LITERALLY SO CUTE! I kinda gushed when I saw this, even though I make a lot of Bakugo content at the moment, my favorites are Iida and Todoroki (depending on the day honestly).

HOW IIDA ACTS HAVING A SHY PARTNER is honestly so cute, I'd imagine that you'd be under his shoulder all the time.

even though having a boyfriend as the class president isn't really easy since you're so shy. sometimes random people would come up to you asking about your boyfriend.

which all you could do was stammer and stand around looking like an idiot trying to search for your boyfriend, hoping for him to save the day.

you guys are definitely the type of couple to go to a restaurant date together and when your order is wrong, your too shy to confront the waitress so you just sit and stare at the food.

"honey, if the food is wrong I can ask to take it back-"

"no, Iida please! I promise, it's fine-"

"no, I'm not gonna let you sit here and starve because your order is wrong, here's the waitress- excuse me!" Iida yells out, causing a couple of heads to turn.

you sink into the cushioned booth, sulking in embarrassment

"god..." you groaned quietly.

you watched your boyfriend through the small slit your made with your hands. you were covering your face in embarrassment of course.

"excuse me, my parter asked for no hot sauce on their dish, could you remake this please?" he says the words that you hate to say (that you would never even mutter to yourself) so easily.

the waitress apologized and quickly took the plate off the table and rushed into the kitchen to get it fixed.

"see? all better" he smiles, you roll your eyes and playfully mock his words which causes him to let out a laugh.

"if it wasn't for me you would be starving right now, show some respect." He says, you chuckle and mock his words once more, your hand rising above the table making it talk, mocking him even more.

"you love me, don't you?" he says, suddenly making your face heat up. shocked by his words you place your face deep within your hands again.

"yes...I do."

HOW TODOROKI ACTS HAVING A SHY PARTNER is nothing far from how he already acts.

since you're so shy, sometimes it feels as if the both of you just decide to exist together. you guys barely talk or show couple-like skin-ship. the both of you just exist around each other.

even though I would say that Todoroki has the same amount of shyness you have, his personality differentiates drastically.

one day, the both of you were talking in the hallway about some random conversation you were having on the phone last night. your shy smile present as you slightly rock your body back and forth.

"hey, L/n!" you hear a voice yell out.

looking over, you notice it's Denki. eyes blinking towards him, you show a polite smile towards him.

"hello Denki-"

your words were abruptly cut off by Denki putting his arm around your shoulders. "Hey, do you have today's homework by any chance? I was working out late at night and didn't get a chance to do it ha ha!" he chuckles out.

yeah, his B.O. was definitely a strong indicator that he wasn't lying.

"um, sorry Denki I can't give you my work this time. you copied it and didn't change the words around so I got in trouble-"

"oh c'mon!" Denki pleads, shaking your body roughly, making you grunt out uncomfortably. looking over you could see your boyfriend visibly upset.

"hey," Todoroki's voice cuts through Denki's whines sharply. Todoroki harshly pushes Denki's arms off your shoulder, a frown present on his face as his eyes pierce through Denki's soul.

"get your hands off them, the next time I won't be so nice, lets go L/n."

Todoroki grabs you by your hand and briskly walks away, looking down you blush at Todoroki's active display of affection.

Looking around, you notice people were seeing the both of you holding hands. eyes widening, your face grows hot and you look down to the ground.

soon the both of you stopped, finally raising your head you notice you’re in some random empty classroom. "are you alright?" he says, his tone still showing slight irritancy.

blinking, you nod furiously.

Todoroki let's out a deep sigh, the both of you began to awkwardly look around for a moment before looking down at each others hands.

the both of you jump, quickly unlacing your fingers from one another. a light blush dusting against Todoroki's cheeks.

you let out a nervous chuckle, "thank you Todorki."

Todoroki looks at you for a moment, letting out a soft smile he nods.

"no worries."

i think Iida's is a little shorter, so I apologize if it's not to your liking :(

⎯ lovelyiida ♥︎

[icycoldninja]

Hey! How are you... it's mother's day in India today. And my mother and my relationship strained, though she doesn't know about it.😂

Anyway, not trauma dumping. But can I request lots of angst, followed by lots of love. Basically Dante and fem!reader (his wife) has a cute five year old daughter, she and Dante plans mother's day something for her. As far as trying to make no-bake cake (cause seriously, Dante can't bake for his life and baby is baby.)

I just want it to be followed by the reader questioning after the celebration at night, if she is even a good mother that one day she is turn controlling and obsessive like her mother, when she is alone with Dante. And the baby was awake walking through the hall and overheads. She and Dante make sure the Reader knows she is doing great as a mother. Dante goes as far as saying she is as good a mother as Eva.

Yes, Instagram is giving me a baby fever.

Aww, I'm so sorry to hear that. 💜 And yeah, I get it, when you see how happy other moms are, you kinda wanna be a mom yourself. Here you go, I hope you enjoy and have a great day.

Am I a Good Mother? (Dante x Fem!Reader)

"OK, what's the next step?" Dante asked, bending over your little daughter's shoulder to read the recipe.

"It says...add milk and stir." Said your daughter, standing up on her tiptoes to peer at the recipe sheet taped to the kitchen cabinet.

"OK, I'll get on that," Dante said, patting your daughter's head. "While I do that, go check on your mom and see if she's still watching TV. Do it quietly, though, don't get caught."

Nodding, your daughter scampered off to spy on you, returning a few seconds later with a smile on her face.

"Yup, Daddy, she's still watching TV," She announced, proudly. "And she didn't see me."

"Great job," Dante chuckled, giving the cake batter a good stir.

Today was Mother's Day, and like any loving family, Dante and your lovely 5 year old daughter were fixing up a surprise for you. Earlier, Dante sat you on the couch and turned on your favorite show, ordering you to relax and just enjoy the afternoon. You'd taken the bait and were now absorbed in the aforementioned show while Dante and your daughter made a cake for you, destroying your kitchen in the process.

"OK, now what do we do?" Dante asked, pouring the cake mixture into a glass dish.

"It says chill it." Replied your daughter, walking over and opening the fridge. Dante, slid the dish of cake mixture into the fridge, set the timer, and sighed.

"Great job, Princess," He said, playfully missing up her hair. "Now, go wash your hands and you can go play, I'll keep an eye on the cake."

"OK, Daddy," Said your daughter, grinning.

Several hours later, the cake was ready to be served. You, Dante, and your daughter especially, enjoyed it. After all the food had been eaten and your daughter had been pu to bed, you and Dante had a quiet moment to yourselves, where your dark worries came out.

Dante knew that you and your mother had a rather strained, uncomfortable relationship due to her controlling and obsessive, tiger-mom behavior in the past, and knew that unlike him, you never had the joy of feeling safe around your mother. You always had to put on an act to appease her, never being able to be yourself around her. He never brought this topic up in conversation because he didn't want to upset you, so the matter went largely undiscussed.

Tonight, however, was a different story. Tonight, you started tearfully divulging your fears to Dante, as you lay in his lap.

"I'm just...just worried that someday I'm gonna become like my mom," You told him, tears welling up in your eyes. "You know the saying, like mother like daughter. I don't want our little girl to go through that...I don't want her to have to deal with that pressure, I don't want her to put on an act when I'm around her. I don't want to be like that."

Dante let out a small sigh, running his fingers through your hair.

"Baby, don't talk like that, you're not gonna grow up to be like that old bitch--"

"But you don't know that!" You cried, burying your face in his lap, soaking his pants with tears. "You don't know that. I don't know that. I-"

You were cut off when a sleepy little voice called from the hallway, startling you.

"Mommy?" Called your daughter, stumbling forwards in her pajamas, one chubby fist rubbing her eye. "Are you sad?"

Both you and Dante were speechless for a moment; all you two could do was watch as she continued padding forwards, a concerned little pout on her face.

"Daddy, why is Mommy sad?" She asked. You immediately sat up, straightening your clothes and hair, though you were unable to hide your red, puffy, teary eyes.

"Mommy's not sad," Dante said slowly, trying to figure out a way to hide the truth from your little girl. "She's just..uhh...tired. Yeah, just like you when you get tired, Mommy cries."

"Really?" Your daughter asked, wide eyed. "Grown ups do that too?"

"Yup," Dante nodded, relieved his lie had worked. "I'd better put both of you to bed now, it's getting really late."

You chuckled as the man stood up, lifted your daughter into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom, with you following behind.

"Hey, Daddy?" Your daughter asked, as you neared her room. "Do you cry when you get tired too?"

You and Dante exchanged a brief glance before he answered,

"Yes, I do."

"Does Uncle Vergil cry when he's sleepy too?" Your daughter inquired, now very intrigued.

"Yes, he does," Dante affirmed, laughing. "Now shush, it's time for bed." With that, your daughter's curiosity was sated, and after being tucked in bed, looked ready to fall asleep.

"Night baby," You said, kissing her forehead.

"Night-night Mommy," She whispered, yawning. "I love you. You'e a great mommy."

Dante gave her a kiss and a tickle, and afterwards, he guided you back to the living room, glad to see a smile return to your face.

"See, babe? She seems to think you're a great mom."

"I...guess...yeah," You admitted, shrugging.

"And she ain't the only one," Dante told you. "I think you're an excellent mom too. Hell, you're just as good as my mom was."

"You really think so?" You asked, blushing slightly.

"I know so," Dante chuckled, leaning forwards and kissing you. "Now come on, let's get you to bed before you get too tired and crying again." You laughed at that, the small smile on your face widening into a big, happy grin.

"Thanks, Dante," You said, resting your head on your husband's chest as he scooped you into his arms and carted you off to the bedroom. "I love you...and thank you for...well...telling me what I needed to hear."

"I love you too, babe, and don't think it's just something you needed to hear," Dante said, patting your shoulder as he walked. "It's also the truth."

[omkookie]

Rio Ortiz NSFW alphabet.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) The softest, sweetest, and most cuddly pillow talker. He'll snuggle against you, and hold you comfortably until he falls asleep next to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favorite part of himself is either his broad shoulders, or his chest. His favorite part of you is your hands. Your hands are the hands that saved him, and took care of him during rough times 3 years ago. Of course your beautiful and caring hands are his favorite.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He likes when you let him cum in your hands, or between your thighs, inside you, etc, etc. He just likes when you make him cum because if how good it feels.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He used to jack off to you before you started dating. He was literally fantasizing about fucking you whenever he was horny, and that's why sometimes he couldn't face you without looking away in shame.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?). He hasn't been with anyone before you. Does he know what he's doing? Well... Yeah, kinda. He has basic knowledge about sex. But knowledge and practice are still two very different things.... Rio gives it his all though. Your first time together goes well and you're both satisfied by the end of it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Standing oral (With your leg over his shoulder), cowgirl, missionary, doggystyle, prone bone, hitting it from the back while you're bent over. They're all positions he loves.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He's more serious during the act, but sometimes he might end up accidentally cracking a joke while he's on top of you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) The carpet matches the drapes. He keeps himself well groomed, and he has good personal hygiene. He's even considerate of you, and makes sure to use good soaps that don't have a chance of upsetting your ph balance.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Very sweet, very attentive, his eyes are constantly on you, and his lips are on your body. He loves you, and he both shows and tells you he does.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He used to jack off to you a lot before you were dating. You were literally his fantasy, his goddess, and his dream. Whenever his fingers were squeezing his cock, and his palm was coaxing his orgasm out of him, he would fantasize about you. He doesn't masturbate as much anymore. But, honestly if he does, then it would be to you touching yourself in front of him, since that makes him cum the hardest.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Maid outfits, bondage, s&m, power play, femdoms.... Edging and orgasm denial.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) His room, your room, The library, the backroom, the storage room. Silvio's room / j

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Literally you. You're sexy and cute. Bend over the desk to get something, and you'll feel his erection press against your ass.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Sharing you. He absolutely REFUSES. He's jealous, and he can't stand the thought of having somebody else touch you when you're in a relationship with him. You're his, and only his. He's also only yours.

Standing 69. He doesn't even want to think about it... His arms burn at the thought.

Being called daddy. It's not his type of thing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He loves to give. Also loves to receive. He's the type to apologize and make up to you for something by eating your pussy. He's also the type to melt whenever you give him head.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's usually pretty vanilla and sensual, but he gets a little rough a while into it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He's down to fuck and get frisky in unusual areas. Ooorrr before having to go work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's down to take a risk at least once. He wants to experiment, and try plenty of new things out. You're his first after all, of course he's curious and willing to experiment.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) "As many as you'd like! As long as you'd like!" (Rio) He has a thing for overstimulation. So, even when he feels tired, his mind and dick just want more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) YES. He's taken one very big interest in sex toys, and wants to shop for them together with you. He currently owns a pink pair of handcuffs which he likes you to use on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Oh, he loves being unfair and teasing you when he's in charge. Heck, he'll try teasing you even when he's subbing for you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He's relatively vocal. He doesn't shy too much from letting his voice slip out. He'll let out some moans, quiet grunts, and even whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He's be down to film sextapes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He's pretty. He's girthy, long, veiny, and a bit darker than the rest of his body. He tip curves up a little, and it's also the most hyperpigmented.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, but also sometimes pretty average. It really depends on how he feels after work, and also how you feel.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) It takes him about 10-15 minutes to fall asleep. 5 if he's really worn out after sex, and you gently stroke his head.

[webslingingslasher]

trouble being super sick (100% projecting rn) and not telling peter and he hears about it from her roommate and he’s a little upset she didn’t say anything but is just super attentive even when trouble tells him to leave because he’ll get sick 🥲



my laptop isn't showing your emoji :( also- boyfriend frat!peter 🥹

you lightly stomp your foot, 'no! not allowed.' peter turned up at your door, unannounced, after two days of staying away. you were rotten with the flu, it sent your room mate to stay with her boyfriend for a few days.

her boyfriend was in peter's frat, and when he noticed ally staying over he asked if you had a fight, she lets him know you were dog sick and she wasn't catching it.

of course, he called you and you told him to stay away at all costs. you'd never forgive yourself if he got sick, you know how bad you feel and you wouldn't risk passng it to him.

but he couldn't stay away.

your boyfriend pressed his lips to your forehead, a pout formed. 'you're feeling pretty warm, trouble. have you taken your temperature?'

'no. just tylenol when i feel sweaty.' he tries to squeeze past you but you stop him, 'no, i'm not getting you sick.'

'honey, you can't take care of yourself right now, let me do it.'

'i'm fine and i'm not getting you sick.'

peter shakes his head, 'i won't get sick.' you huff at him, 'you don't know that, plus i feel gross and ugly.'

'you've never been more beautiful to me.'

'that's offensive.'

you whine when peter butts himself in, pointing you to your bed as he headed for your bathroom for a thermometer. you hear him open and close drawers, he emerges with a plethra of supplies.

peter drops everything to your desk and pulls out the thermometer, turning it on and shaking it in the air.

'symptoms?'

'um... fever, i think. body aches, headaches, stuffy nose. and i get really, really cold. i'm also super tired.'

'hungry?'

'not really.'

'eating?'

'... not really.'

'fluids?'

'kinda.'

'if the flu wasn't doing it first, i'd kill you.' your boyfriend holds the thermometer to your mouth, 'open, tongue up. hold it.' you watch him move around while you wait for the result.

he's lining up everything he was able to find, vapor rub, tylenol, mucinex and emergen-c. peter plucks the thermometer out of your mouth when it beeps.

a wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, 'my poor baby, one hundred one point four.' his hand cups your face, 'when's the last time you took the tylenol?'

'i dunno, three episodes worth of love island.' you nuzzle into his palm when he strokes your hair. 'alright, i'll give you some more.' you frown when he pulls away, feeling your heart swell when he refills your water bottle and passes it your way with two pills.

you sit up and take it, he kisses your forehead. 'sleepy?' you nod, 'take a nap, i'm gonna go get you some drinks from the dining hall. any requests?'

'juice.' another kiss, 'you got it, trouble.'

---

peter woke you a few hours later, you squinted and pushed him away.

'sorry, trouble. i need your temperature, and you need to eat something. i have crackers and gatorade.'

'apple juice.'

'apple juice after electrolytes.'

'no, i'm sick. apple juice.'

'anything you want, after electrolytes.'

you grumble when he holds out the thermometer, 'you hate me.'

'yeah, you're the worst. which one you want, blue or red?' you point to the one in his left hand, he cracks cap and sets it next to you, a sleeve of crackers following.

peter cheers when your fever dropped, 'ninety nine point six, you're my little fighter.' you bat at his shoulder when he kisses your cheek, closer to your mouth than you'd like.

'no! you'll get sick! and i haven't brushed my teeth.'

'i won't get sick, trouble. i've got super human immunity.'

you suppose he's right, you scooch over and pat the space next to you.

'cuddle me better?'

another kiss to your cheek, 'anything you want,' a kiss to your forehead, 'after electrolytes.'

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Yandere Jean and Scott X Men Evolution and Jean's little sibling who can control blood (even if it's inside of someone else)

Aaaawwwww! Those two are so cute! And you bet those two are overprotective. Let's try this out:

It seemed the mutant gene was part of her family. Jean knew this because her little sibling was here, dropped off by their parents, and grinning up at her.

"Hey, Jeannie-Bean. How've you been?" they ask, pulling their suitcase a little closer to their legs. Their skin seems to be a bit pale and ashen, as though they had anemia or had lost some blood.

"I could ask the same about you. What happened, Reader?" She's worried, especially since her parents didn't say what your mutation was or what they think might have brought it to the surface.

"I'm fine... I, uh... Had a small accident. But I'm okay! I can, just... kinda control blood, is all," you mumble. And your older sister stares at you... Then is looking you over, calling for someone inside the large mansion.

"SCOTT! Get out here! I need someone to help make sure they aren't hurt anywhere!"

A voice answers her, and suddenly the tallest person you've ever seen steps out, and is standing next to Jean, looking down at you, his eyes obscured by red glasses. "Oh... Um... hi?"

"Hi."

"Scott! Help me make sure they're okay!"

"Jean, I'm fine! I can control blood! Anything that was there is barely scabbed over, if not just a scar by now!" you yelp, pulling yourself back a bit. You look up at the tall teen, and at her tall friend. "So... you're Scott."

"Um... yes?"

"Jean talks about you a lot. You're a good guy. Keep being good to her, or else I'll slow your blood pressure," you say, then walk into the large building. "How big is this place?!"

"I... that's your sibling?"

"Yes! They're pretty cute, aren't they?"

"Yes... Did... did they say how their power showed up?"

"No," Jean replies. She's worried about that, too, but, her sibling isn't going to say what happened if they think it will upset her.

"We can find out later. Okay, let's help them get settled," Scott decides, and then the two are going after Reader, hoping to show them everything they can about the Institute.

Scott finds that he likes Jean's sibling. A LOT.

They're funny, they care about others, and whenever someone gets hurt, they help control the blood flow so there is minimal bruising and damage. They're a nice kid. That being said-

They wanted to tell him something.

"I, um... Scott. You and Jean are friends, right?"

"Yeah... What's up? Is something wrong?" he asks carefully.

"No... Yes... I... I wanted to tell you how i... kickstarted my powers..."

And that explains why they're so nervous.

"Why not tell Jean? She's your sibling, she'd help you through it," he offers, trying to comfort them with that.

"Yeah. That's the point. She worries, Scott. She worries so much, and I just- I can't keep adding to that worry. She's got so much going on, and I just- I can't bring her down," they answer quietly. A few tears start to leak from their eyes, and they sniffle quietly.

"I- I had an accident. A really, really bad accident Scott. There were bullies, an-and police, and there was s-so much blood... I- I th-tho-thought I was gonna die, Scott," they cried, then without hesitation start bawling.

Scott does the only thing he can think of and holds them, rocking them back and forth the way Jean would do with him or Kitty or Kurt when they were upset. "That's it, kid, just let it out... You're okay, you'll be okay..." He isn't sure how long they stay like that, him holding Reader while they cry their heart out. And it all makes sense now.

This kid really is special, aren't they?

Jean sees the good, loving nature in them, the way they smile and soldier on, the way they try not to hold grudges, how they do their best to make her and others smile and feel loved-

But they also need all of that, too. Given and given in spades.

Later on, he tells Jean about what her sibling told him, which ends in them holding each other as they try not to cry.

They make a promise to each other. A few, actually.

"If anything happens to me, Scott... I want- I need you to take care of them. Please," she whispers, a tear rolling down her cheek. He wipes it off with a gentle touch, giving her a small kiss.

"I will, Jean. We'll both do it, together. Please, please help me keep them safe. Please let me help you watch out for them," he says, and his answer is a short sob and nod.

They know they're both scared. That for as strong as they are, for as strong as Reader is, that there is only so much they can do. But with what they can do, with what power they have, they will do everything to keep them safe, to keep them loved and cared for. It's a promise, and not one they intend to break.

"I think we can have a movie night with them... They love those," Jean adds after awhile, and the two share a watery grin. They'll do what they can, starting with making some popcorn and getting Reader up to watch some of their favorite movies with them.

[targaryenofrph]

Short N Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter Sentence Starters

Some of these will be NSFW. Change the pronouns and tense as needed for your verses.

I leave quite an impression, five feet to be exact

Every time you breathe his air, just know I was already there

You can have him if you like, I've been there, done that once or twice

I know I have good judgment

I know I have good taste

It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way

I promise them that you're different and everyone makes mistakes

I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy

Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right

Please, please, please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another

I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker

Well, I have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside

I know you're craving some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice

We could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me

Don't mistake my nice for naive

You should stay in my good graces

No one's more amazing at turning loving into hatred

I won't give a fuck about you

I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed

Left me with a lot of shit to second-guess

If that was casual, then I'm an idiot

I'm looking for an answer in-between the lines

You're lying to yourself if you think we're fine

You're confused and I'm upset, but we never talk about it

You found God at your ex's house

Seems like overnight, I'm just the bitch you hate now

We never talk it through how you guilt-tripped me to open up to you

Without her even being here, she's back in your life

Last week, you didn't have any doubts. This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth

Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs

Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew

Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?

I can't relate to desperation

My 'give a fucks' are on vacation

Too bad your ex don't do it for ya

I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

He looks so cute wrapped around my finger

You're so dumb and poetic

It's just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic

Every self-help book, you've already read it

Cherry-pick lines like they're words you invented

Just 'cause you talk like one doesn't make you a man

Fuck with my head like it's some kind of fetish

Guess I'll end this life alone

I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me

This boy doesn't even know the difference between "there", "their", and "they are"

Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing, you just get it

You make me wanna make you fall in love

Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?

I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

One of me is cute, but two, though?

You make me wanna make you fall in love

I showed my friends, then we high-fived

Sorry if you feel objectified

Give me more than just some butterflies

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

Have you ever tried this one?

There's no need to pretend

I've never seen an ugly truth that I can't bend

I'm stupid, but I'm clever

Yeah, I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever

We love to read the cold, hard facts and swear they're incorrect

We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest

Don't smile because it happened, cry because it's over

You think it's happy hour, for me it's not

I want you to miss me

Try working on you

I promise you'll be much happier if you do

[dumbkatsu]

You ask and I deliver! I'm so happy everyone is enjoying the Mu Qing hc, so let's start:

Mu Qing would notice the littlest things about you.

From how you style your hair, how you prepare your coffee/tea, what you put first in the bowl if it's the cereals or the milk to the little gestures you do when you're nervous.

He just loves your little mannerisms so much. He finds them endearing.

Even the way every week you organize your books in a different system

He would notice how you sometimes forget to take care of yourself properly so he would help.

If you are a very busy person in the morning and forget to eat breakfast he'd prepare it for you to take away with a sticky note saying: "Don't forget to eat dummy"

When you first introduced him to MBTI he was really confused.

And when you explained the concept to him he low-key thought it would be another zodiac thing.

Which made you really pissed

So you made him do the test.

(And during the test he was a bit bored ngl)

It gave him ISTJ

At first, he was confused but as he read his results he was starting to doubt his convictions and so he became interested in mbti's

Cue you sending him a shitton of mbti memes 24/7

And whenever he saw a meme roasting your mbti he would def sending you

You would def make him dress up as your mbti for Halloween

But he wouldn't mind

Because if it made you smile he would do anything for you

When it comes to communication in a relationship, he can get a bit shy and insecure, so there will be times when he won't say wants to say. But if you talk to him and show him that you can give him a safe space to express his feelings he will become more confident and it will show.

OH! I totally feel like mu qing is the type to avoid you when he realizes his feelings for you (pre-relationship)

If you were close friends before and this starts happening it can be very hurtful.

You try to corner him but to no avail, he just gives a half-assed excuse and weasels his way away from you again.

It takes Xie Lian, Feng Xin, and even a tiny roast from Hua Cheng to make him apologize and confess to you

"Mu Qing you should be honest about your feelings, it's clear that they like you too!"

"Yeah bro you need to go head in and do it, it's been too long and now that you decided to very obviously distance yourself they've kinda been upset these past few days"

"Only a pussy bitch boy wouldn't admit their feelings and just confess instead of causing mindless hurt to both parties, isn't that right Mu Qing?"

"San lang..."

Yes that was basically the last drop for Mu Qing and he decides to drive up to your place

(cliché warning: I'm about to be so corny on this one I hope you can forgive me)

It started pouring rain and Mu Qing cursed himself for not doing this sooner and just being a blatant coward.

When he reached your driveway he calls your phone

"Hey, why are you-"

"Come outside"

"Mu Qing it's raining"

"I don't care just come outside, I want to take you somewhere"

"Fine. Give me a minute"

You basically leave in your pajamas and go on a late-night drive with Mu Qing.

He obviously gives you the aux cord bcs he likes your taste in music

You guys drive for a bit until he stops at a place with a nice skyline

You guys stay silent until he turns the engine off.

Mu Qing sighs to himself as you look at him expectantly

"Look Y/n I'm sorry. I have been a first-class dick these past few days and I really didn't want to hurt you by doing it but...it's just that... " he stops.

The words he wants to say can't get out of his mouth it's stuck in his throat until he feels your hand on top of his giving him an encouraging nod

It's incredible how you make him feel like he can conquer the world without uttering a single word really.

"I have feelings for you y/n. I never felt like this before. I feel like I don't deserve to feel like this, I feel like I don't deserve you in my life because I can't treat you like you should be treated. You've been here for me through thick and thin and I would do anything for you. But I am honestly feeling very fucking scared for what it might happen next."

You stay quiet trying to process all of the information you were just told. It was a lot to take in. Until you broke the agonising silence.

"I like you too Mu qing. I always have" you said with a beaming smile

"And yes you were being a total asshat, I was so confused. I thought you were upset that I ate the last chocolate pudding in your fridge"

"SO IT WAS YOU?? I THOUGHT I WAS FENG XIN! I MADE HIM BUY ME 4 MORE"

You two broke in silly laughter and when you opened your eyes you saw mu qing really close to your face.

He was looking at your eyes with such adoration that it was hard to maintain eye contact with those grey eyes.

He momentarily looked at your lips and his Adam's apple bobbed

He looks back at your eyes again moving closer. Your lips almost touching

"Can I k-kiss you?"

You guys can figure out the rest ;)

[multifandom-lesbian09]

Hey so I watched all of “My Life With the Walter Boys” today and wrote down my commentary.

“What a way to tell someone her parents are dead.”

“Ginger woman! Ginger woman!”

“You guys have nine boys, at least one of them’s gotta be gay.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, continue being upset about your… situation.”

“I would actually kill myself before I had to stay in a house with nine boys.”

“That one’s gay. I’m calling it; he has a gay haircut. If it’s not the 90’s and you have a Shawn Hunter Haircut, there is no way you’re not fruity.”

“Y’all just ran outta good names, didn’t you? Benny.”

“FARKLE? WHY IS HE WEARING FLANNEL AND PLAYING A GUITAR?”

“I’m afraid of actually liking this show. Like, that is the most Wattpad name. My Life With the Walter Boys, like… no.”

“A stable family life? You keep an emo Farkle upstairs, what about that is stable?”

“What is that shirt? Oh my god, how many of you are gay?”

“That title makes me want to do things to myself that I don’t normally want to do. Bad things.”

“You, I don’t like you, you can go die.”

“Kill yourself, that’s what I think.”

“I don’t know who she is, but she’s very pretty. I hope she ends up being gay.”

After she introduces herself and says she’s from New York. “And I’m very pretty and my parents are dead.”

“She just did the Hannah Montoya Main Character smile. I bet she wants to go lay in the road while it rains.”

“Her name is Jackie Howard, and she is froM NEW YORK BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO CALL HER NEW YORK. COLE.”

“Don’t sit her next to your girlfriend. That’s dumb. You’re dumb.”

“Oh, so you're an emo and a nerd.”

“Oh no he bought her lunch, it’s the end of my life! You’ve literally known her for a day.”

“He looks like if Sam Winchester was a Chad. And a cat.”

“You can’t look that much like Jared Padalecki and be such a DICK.”

“Yeah. Me too. But also I think that I deserve ice cream after watching that performance because it was kinda cringy.”

“What are you gonna do? Stand there and watch her eat? Go away.”

“I was gonna say that this better not be a Marcus and Ginny thing, but Marcus is superior and you can go kill yourself.”

“Why are the mediocre looking ones the ones we’re worried about? Let’s look at the Shawn Hunter looking ones.”

“Oh, so he does have a tragic backstory. Because… he can’t play football. What a terrible life he has. With his… multiple girlfriends.”

“Why did you just say oh my word? You’re a teenage girl, say fuck.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. This has the logic of a Wattpad story, too.”

“Preppy Longstocking? Is this a Disney show?”

“OH. OH. THEY’RE GAY. I LITERALLY CALLED IT FOR BOTH OF THEM. I’M SO GOOD.”

“You’re becoming friends! And that’s really good because I love your face.”

“Bro said he peaked his sophomore year…”

“NO, STOP. NATHAN NO.”

“NO. WHAT THE HELL GUYS. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, COLE, THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE YOU.”

“Your brother… and your friend… is in the HOSPITAL. So why don’t we go SEE HIM? Stop MAKING OUT.”

“OH THEY KISSED. OH MY GOD YAAaaaaAAAaY.”

“Yes, she’s holding her banana up to you. Because she’s choosing you.”

About how it shouldn’t have taken Will and Haley breaking up for him to realize she’s more important than any job… “No, it shouldn’t have.” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason*

“Yes! Jesus Christ, I���ve been telling you people to go to the courthouse since the first episode and you didn’t LISTEN TO ME.”

After Skylar and Nathan kiss “Literally I’m so happy that they’re together. I knew he was the gay one.”

“Screw all of you guys for getting me invested in this show.”

“Who’s Morgan, and why are we ignoring her?”

Reading the note that Cole wrote Jackie “nothing is broken that can’t be fixed…” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason: the sequel*

When Jackie and Cole are making out “STOP. STOP THAT YOU DUMB FUCKS YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THIS CAN'T BE A REPEAT ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“No, because she’s in the wherever with Cole. Because it happened again, because Cole’s a dick. A DICK, I SAY.”

When Jackie is on the plane back to NY “Really? Really? Really? Really? Really? REALLY? You dicks.”

[therealvikingstrash]

To the anon who needed to distinguish themselves from the previous one and decided to be nasty with having no background information whatsoever:

Did I hit a nerve on your own shortcomings in fandom? Boo- fucking- hoo. I'm not sorry.

The way I talk to people depends on how people talk to me. How they treat me. If someone assumes I'm a slotmachine for fic and gifs, I will treat them accordingly. Also, you didn't see the other anons, which influenced my tone.

If someone is nice, I'm nice. (You can check it out in my #vtrash answers tag btw, I'm not lying)

With me, you always receive the energy that you sent out. And this one was wack. Three anon asks within a couple minutes of each other and the tone was absolutely NOT okay. It also sounded like this person wanted to start some discourse and I'm not here for that bs.

Let me ask you this: if someone hits their dog over and over and over and one day the dog snaps, who's at fault? The dog for snapping or the owner for abusing it repeatedly? In this equation I'm the dog and I moderately snapped. I didn't even bite, but you make ME responsible? Weird way to out yourself as not being able to understand action and reaction.

Look, the really disgusting person is you, because you think telling someone the truth and giving them a reality check is being mean. Also, did you forget this new feature tumblr has where they can trace back who sent the anon? Not your smartest move.

Either way, I think social media warped your mind and you assume people aren't allowed to be people anymore- aren't allowed to express their emotions. We can't be upset by upsetting things, we can't be mad or angry when people make us angry, can't be sad, cuz god forbid you show any signs of feeling down, then you're crazy and toxic.

No, no, we all have to be these perfect little hollow dolls who never say "fuck" and always stay polite, even when other people are nasty. Upholding a MASK that isn't your true self at all costs. Kinda fucked up and dishonest, if you ask me. Screw you, I don't want to be like that. I've always been kind and quick to give out advice when needed, or words of encouragement to literally everyone who crossed paths with me, but was stabbed in the back multiple times. And for what? Fuck if I know. Was it jealousy all along or were those people just downright evil? I don't fucking know.

But I won't ever be that way. I'm a truthful person and I will always tell people what they need to hear and not what they want to hear. I'm not a fucking coward who hides behind anon.

This anon needed to know that they should put some fucking effort in fandom in order to have people create more 🤷🏼‍♀️ in this specific case me, but it goes for every other author and artist who's made to feel like an art and fic-slotmachine.

And yeah, I am of the opinion that the Vikings fandom specifically could do with more people reading, commenting, reblogging, sharing creations in order to NOT die.

Wow, what a bad, bad person I am for having such thoughts and saying out loud what basically every creator already knows. How cruel to hold people accountable for their refusal to take part in a fandom they claim to love. It's a fucking team effort to keep a fandom alive, in case you didn't notice, you dunce.

But funnily enough, for the longest time the only people on this team who actively tried to keep the fandom flowing with creations are all the same:

@vikingsbigbang - that's me and @tlkvikings (that was public knowledge btw)

@vikings-archive - surprise, surprise: me

@vikingsevents - also @tlkvikings and I

And of course the Vikings Server on discord that I created and am modding with @tlkvikings as well, to somehow get a cohesive community going.

Why did we never brag about it, you might ask? Why did we never advertise it? Put our name to it for credit? Because we just wanted to get this fandom going without any prejudice. To keep it engaged and running. We didn't want people thanking us specifically. We were happy when people engaged and showered one another with love at events we just gave them the opportunity for. We basically created opportunities for everyone, that's all. And we didn't ask for anything in return. Even after the very same fandom demonized and hated us. Yeah, that sounds like I'm a horrible, awful person, you're right.

But it's so much work, with nothing in return. The occasional "thank you" if we're lucky, but that's it. If only more people would at least engage in those opportunities to create and share, that would be enough, but even those rates have been going down. No one even THINKS of who runs these blogs (like they aren't run by people who can get exhaused, overwhelmed and discouraged) and how much work it is to keep up.

OF COURSE my own blog isn't posting new stuff all the time. Like, wtf do you think I am? A fucking god? Fuck no. I'm not online all the time, I have a life too, you know. It should be obvious that someone who has done so much for the community will get frustrated when people only ever ask for more.

We're basically the backbone of this fandom and in return not so long ago a group of people ran a smear campaign against us (slid into peoples dms and told lies about us, sent disgusting anons, made call-out posts full of lies, tried to doxx another friend of ours FOR OVER A YEAR and I'm still here) while the whole fandom watched and didn't help at all, our art gets stolen, our works ignored and THEN people ask FOR MORE?! And you think it's not an appropriate reaction to give someone a moderate fucking reality check? Be for FUCKING real, you cunt.

I can assume you're in the vikings fandom too, since you said you saw the post due to the tag, so I'm hoping you will see this as well and feel ashamed of yourself for not even using your brain for a fucking second.

[anniciox2]

OMG FIRST TICKLE FIC IM SO EXCITED I've never written any kind of fanfiction what so ever so please go easy on me!!

The fic is about Courtney x Duncan so yeah I hope you enjoy! (Sadly I can't think of a title and English isn't my first language)

It's a warm summer afternoon,All the campers are cooling off in the lake.After a long day of challenges, this is MUCH needed. Everyone showed up except for one camper. This said camper is none other than: Courtney. And judging by her facial expressions she's not doing well, I wonder what could've happened?

As she walks towards her Cabin,she hear's rustling coming from a bush. As curious as she is she decides to ignore it,afterall, she's too upset to care. As she sits down on the stairs of the cabin porch she hears that rustling sound again,now she's getting a little spooked but she's still too scared to look. Its dead quiet, As she tries to calm down...she hears it: "CourtneeEeey" Her heart stops. "CourtnEeeEeey" the voice cries out once again

"w-who's there...?" She asked...no answer "c-cmon this isn't funny!" Once again,no answer. Again it was silent,the only thing that could be heard were the voices of the other campers in the distance "atleast THEY'RE having fun..." she thought to herself,but then her thoughts were interrupted,by footsteps. Just as she was to look behind herself..."BOO" Roared a familliar voice "AAGH!" Yelled Courtney.She couldn't see who stood behind her,she tried to block out the sun with her hand, Standing behind her was none other than Duncan. "What do YOU want?" She scoffed "Hanging out at the lake wasn't as much fun without you,princess" He said as he sat down next to her "Hey, why weren't you at the lake anyway?" No answer "Uh, hello? Earth to Courtney?" He said as he waved his hand infront of her face,grabbing her attention "Oh! Uh,well...none of your business!" She said "None of my business,huh?" We'll see about THAT" He said as he teasingly quickly tazed her side.

"AH! haha!" She giggled

"Hey...You're ticklish!"

"I most certainly am NOT" She declared

"Oh really...?" Before she could even notice,he quickly squeezed her side a few times in a row

"AH! Hahaha! Cut it ouhouhouhout!" She laughed

"No...way!"

Before she could even notice he placed his hands on her sides

" wha- DUNCAN, what do you think you're doing?" She said with panic

"Oh...just testing something" He said with the biggest smirk on face

Just as Courtney was about to say something, Duncan glided his fingers down her sides

"AH! Nohohahahahaaa~!"

"This is gonna be the start of something beautiful" He thought to himself while looking up

As he looked back down at her he started tickling her sides

"WAHAIT NO, AHAHAHAAAHAHA!"

He never thought he'd see her like this,it was actually kinda nice

Just as Courtney thought it could get any worse,Duncan switched over to her armpits

"STOHOHOP *snort* HAHAAHAHAHAA!" She begged

"AND you snort? Hah! Weirdo..." He said,even tho he thought it was kinda cute

"PLEAHEASE *snort* , ILL DO ANYTHIHIHING!!" She pleaded

"Is that so? Tell me why you didn't show up at the lake then!" He demanded as he continued to tickle her

"NO WAHAHAHAY!" She screamed

"Suit yourself! Tickle tickle ticklee~"

"NAHAHAHA *snort* HAAHAHA"

Duncan stopped tickling her armpits and tickled her sides again,as this was happening Courtney lost her balance and fell with her head on Duncan's lap

It made him blush a little,but he wasn't gonna let her off THAT easy

"Mind telling me...NOW?" He roared as he tickled her some more

"N-NEVEHEHER HAHAAAHAHA" She laughs as she curls up into a ball.

As Courtney's laughter fills the air, Duncan can't help but laugh with her

He then stops tickling her sides and puts his hand into the crook of her neck

"AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA *snort* NOT THERE!"

"What's the matter,princess,ticklish?"He teased

"HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA *snort* STOHOP, PLEAHEAHEASE, HAHAHAA!"

Duncan wished this would never end,but unfortunately he HAD to let her live

"Alright,but only because I'm a decent person" He said

As he stopped tickling her he also took a break,his hands were pretty sore from all that tickling. As he looked back down he noticed she'd been staring

"You're mean...!" Courtney said as she got up and wiped her tears

"What can i say? I don't go easy on poeple"

"Okay but now you ACTUALLY have to tell me what happened, or else..." He said as he wiggled his fingers in the air

"Well uh, I feel like no one really appreciates what i do for my team and that everyone's apart of some inside joke that I don't get. I just KNOW that poeple think of me as "annoying", I didn't tell you cause i thought you'd laugh at me.."

"Yeah,you can be PRETTY annoying" Duncan said without hesitating

"Not.Helping." she said angrily

"What? I'm being honest"

Courtney looked down at the ground with tears in her eyes

"But!"He said "Nothing sucks more than thinking YOU'RE annoying. As long as you think that your good at what you do, then it's all good"

Courtney looked up at him

"You can be weird sometimes, but you always have so much energy for anything, I think that's pretty tough"

"You think..?" She asked

"I know" He responded

"..thanks,Duncan" She sighed in relief

"Anytime" He said calmly

"Anything else you wanne get of your chest?"

"Well,yeah there's few more things.." she said

"Well?"

"I'm.not.telling you!" She said confidently

"Back for more,huh?"

Hi! Thank you so much for reading ❤️ tips are welcome, Byee!!

[wisteria-lodge]

burnt lion primary (bird model) + bird secondary

Hi! I love your Tumblr and your posts about shc but for some reason, I still can't figure out what my sorting is (probably because of how much I'm overthinking it...) so hearing what you have to say would mean a lot and really help me out.

First, I'll start with primaries. For Badger Primary I do somewhat care for others but I feel like it always has something to do with the rules I made for myself from my experiences. For example, I had some kind of rule in my head which was like "You have to befriend new kids at school because you always used to think that people should come up to others who are alone because you didn't have any friends before."

"Make rules in my head, and then act accordingly" usually means Bird...

I also used to think I was a Snake Primary because of how much I think I'd be loyal to my people but now I think I might be one of the Idealist houses because I've found it pretty easy for me to let go of the friends I had in school because of how I was treated by them but also because of not agreeing with them on particular things that are part of my morality and ideals.

Yeah, I'm thinking Idealist too.

I think I could be a Lion Primary because of how stubborn I can be

Stubbornness can honestly come from a lot of places, both primary and secondary. More data is needed.

with the ideals I have especially with the rules I made for myself when I was younger. However, I'm also leaning towards Bird Primary because of the rules I made for myself to go on with life and also because of how much I research things then doubt it then check again then feel bad about going on with life without making sure if it was right or not. I do become guilty when I'm not 100% sure if something I'm doing is wrong or right morally if I read it was not okay somewhere.

Okay, your system building is sounding a little frantic here. Research → Double Check → (feel bad if you don't) Triple Check → try to get unanimous consensus. We're either looking at a slightly exploded Chidi-style Bird primary, or something else. Possibly a Bird primary model.

But actually, I feel like in the end if I don't go with how I feel about something I'd be pretty upset

Like, you think you hypothetically would be pretty upset, or you ARE pretty upset if you don't go with gut feeling?

(except for now cause I keep doubting how I feel about things but I also don't know if how I feel is reliable enough if that makes sense.)

It's actually very possibly you're a kinda Burnt Lion primary. Burnt Lions often look like really stressed out Birds.

As a kid, doing things I didn't feel I wanted to do enraged me so much more than bothering somebody. For instance, once someone got me to wake my mom up for something which wasn't a big deal. But I felt like I shouldn't so I didn't want to do it and when I did I felt worse that I was right and I still let them make me do it - rather than being upset about getting my mom mad from waking her up from her sleep.

I think you're e a Lion primary. This example - of being pissed at listening to other people instead of yourself when you knew you were right, and then being angry at yourself afterwards, instead of at the people who gave you the bad data, or sad about hurting someone you loved... that feels VERY relatable, and VERY Lion.

Ok, I think that's all I have for Primaries so now I'll start with the secondaries. I honestly think I might be a burnt secondary because I just can't figure out for the life of me which one of these I value and comes naturally.

Like I think I might not be a Badger secondary because I think I care about the end result more than the work. If I worked hard on something and didn't achieve the result I'd feel pretty bummed out but I also do see why it's necessary to work hard so you can achieve your goals I'd just rather not work too hard because I'm worried if I do then I fail that'll mean I wasted my life for nothing.

You have a perfectionist streak. It's showing up in the way you write about your primaries too, and I don't have to tell you that perfection is not an attainable goal. You've got a "If I do not try then I cannot fail" thing going on, and *yeah* that's evidence of a Burnt secondary. The Badger secondary wisdom is that it's not a binary - some work is better than no work at all, and it all adds up.

(I do agree that you're probably not a Badger secondary though.)

Now for Bird secondary, I think I might have it as a secondary because I tend to plan every scenario in my head that could happen when I'm anxious/scared of doing something or when I know I have to think it through etc.

This could be Bird secondary. It could also be a Bird secondary model used as a coping mechanism (very common) or just like... catastrophizing.

I'm also not sure if this is a Bird secondary thing or something else but I remember a time when I did tell myself to make sure of one thing I should do when I was about to confront someone about not sending her part in the group project which was that I just had to make sure I don't sound rude just in case I'd have to complain to my teacher about it and show her the messages that were sent

That slightly calculated move... probably isn't Lion, but could be any of the others

but I improvised the rest when I realized she'd lied to me about working on it and I got mad (so I don't know if that's improvisation or prep work secondary).

You could be an improvisational, in-the-moment secondary. Getting mad that someone lied to you is just a human thing though.

For Snake secondary, I hate being vulnerable in front of others including my loved ones. I tend to get scared of letting people know every side of me, especially a side of me that would make me feel less safe.

Huh. There's a part of you that feels unsafe? That's not Snake specifically. I'm not sure what that is. I'll put a pin in that, hopefully it makes more sense later.

I also do like the idea of finding creative solutions to things for example when I was a kid I used to find it dumb when like someone tells someone the truth about something when it's obviously going to get them or others hurt. I also did create a mask when I was younger that I still kind of use when I go to school which is the nice and shy student because it has helped me out a lot and I honestly haven't been able to get out of it because of how long I've been in the school I'm in

Hmm. This sounds like either a Snake secondary, or a fluid Actor Bird. And I'm... sort of leaning more Actor Bird. Nice!Shy!You is your constructed mask, your tool for specific situations (not something you tend to fall into around a specific person.)

but I'm also thinking about moving out because my school has lowered my confidence in using my social skills because of how I present myself there so I think it'd be better to go someplace else as a more confident person or something like that, I don't really know.

That kind of conscious social calibration is very much a Bird secondary thing. The idea that you think 'go someplace else, construct a more confident persona' would even work says Bird to me.

Also when I was younger some teacher did end up telling people that I was a "bad kid" at home because my mom probably told her how much louder I am at home which made me terrified so that might also be a snake thing I'm not really sure. I just have a problem with letting people know more about me cause I feel they could use it to their advantage at any moment.

It sure seems like you've got a lot of anxiety. Not to armchair diagnose. Just... I hope you have someone you can talk too. No one's out to get you. The scary (but also wonderful) truth is that no one cares what you're doing that much. It's hard being vulnerable, but it's worth it.

Enough about that, now for Lion secondary I think I might be one because I have sometimes wished that I'd do what I felt was right rather than what was best for the external situation

I think you're a Lion *primary.*

but I also do tend to get upset at others when they do that because then it creates disagreements and arguments that I don't want to be involved in. I don't know if I'm okay with being "misrepresented" or not because I still don't really know who I am but I definitely wouldn't like people to say that I'm something that's against my principles. However, I do have trouble with deciding if I should sacrifice my outward integrity or not (which I read was a Lion primary thing) because I do value sticking to your outward integrity and not caring what other people will think about it. Thank you so much for reading this and sorry if nothing I wrote helped because I feel like I rambled about everything that's been stuck in my head here.

There's a lot of fear in this ask. A lot of it is directed inward - you must do all the research (you can never do all the research.) You must be perfect (you can never be perfect.) You can't be vulnerable (if you are you'll frighten people.) It seems like a stressful way to live, and no wonder you don't trust your Lion primary. You don't trust yourself.

If there's any burning in this ask, it's coming from your primary, not your secondary. You've got a pretty robust Actor Bird secondary - which is a little constricting maybe, but you've got it under control. Get better at trusting yourself, little baby steps, and I think that will make it much easier to trust other people. All this is so heartbreakingly relatable, and there is nothing I see in you that is frightening or broken.

[sleepy-exe]

Mechanic AU - 16

Kyoutani x f!reader

<< Part 15 | Part 17 >>

Summary: After a late night call, Y/n finally gets to see Kyoutani’s home.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings/Genre: sfw, mdni, mention of regrets and minor violence, fluff

Part 16: Come Over

The sound of a ringtone pulls you from your sleep, your phone's screen giving off enough light to sting your eyes. "Ugh.."

Kyou's name stares back at you, and a quick look at the time shows you haven't been asleep for too long.

Oh, right. You asked Kyoutani to call you hours ago. Either you scared him off earlier and he just now got the nerve to finally answer you, or he was mad or even disgusted by your behavior and is about to let you have it. You still can’t believe he was over when you lost it on the phone with the dealership employee. After being so worried about things between you and him due to the romantic feelings you're hiding, you really went and gave yourself something else to worry about.

Now he’s seen what, you scream over the phone earlier, how you call people up when you’re losing yourself in a manic high, that the usual person to answer those calls is your damn boss. You’re pretty sure he saw you break that guy’s nose at a club the last time Terushima called for a rescue. How many times will you make a fool of yourself in front of him, showing the worse of yourself?

With a gulp you answer the call and nervously bring the phone to your ear, almost as if you expected to hear yelling right off the bat.

But there's no harsh words spilling through the speaker. Only his usual greeting in his usual tone, “Hey.”

“Hey," you reply timidly, no evidence of sleep in your voice to your surprise.

For an uncomfortable moment neither of you speak. You lay in the darkness of your room without a word, phone pressing warmth into your cheek.

Kyou is the one to break the silence, “You wanted me to call you.”

You almost startle at his words when they pull you from your empty gaze into nothing. “Yeah, um.. I’m sorry-“

“No.” His words are abrupt, firm yet gentle.

As sure as he sounds in the meaning behind that one word, you can't seem to grasp the meaning yourself. “..No?”

“None of that.”

“Wha- I-“

“You think I've never done that shit?” You don't know how to respond, so instead just listen. “I don’t know what had you so mad but.. We all get mad, right? Whatever.”

A deep voice muffled by your closed door and the sound of plates clattering tells you Toshi arrived after all. Likely getting his fill of hayashi rice and something else too.

The thought of the lovebirds reminds you of how you snapped at Satori, making you sink in on yourself. “I shouldn’t have gotten that mad over it. It was something small and I shouldn’t have went off on Tendou or you or the guy on the phone - hell he probably wasn’t the one that had anything to do with it.”

“You didn’t bother me, or Tendou that I could tell. I just didn’t like seeing you so upset is all.” He sounds sincere, but just because your actions didn't bother him or phase Satori doesn't mean it was acceptable and your guilt doesn't falter.

"I, uh, kinda got worried when you left without saying anything and didn't answer my messages. I thought you were mad at me or something."

"Over something like that? Nah." You can hear how at ease he is about the whole ordeal and it brings you some relief. "Seemed our plans were canceled and I thought I'd let you sleep. Thought I'd get some things taken care of at the house and go for a drive just outside the city. And, well, I can't clean with my phone on me or I get distracted."

A grin tugs at your lips, probably the first time in days. All because of something as silly as the thought of Kyoutani getting distracted easily while cleaning.

The smile fades as sounds from the other bedroom travel to yours. Seems Satori is getting the ending to his night that he was hoping for, with disregard for you or the neighbors.

Knowing them, they likely won't make things quick and you'd rather not listen to them go at it for the next hour or two. Plus, having Kyoutani on the phone makes it more awkward even though he surely can't hear a thing.

You could go for a drive. Would Kyoutani join you if he just got home from a drive of his own? And what if your car ends up not being fixed and overheating again? No way you could handle that tonight.

"You're being quiet again."

You're wanting out of the apartment, but not feeling up to really going anywhere and you’re not so sure about hitting a touge road at the moment without checking your car's condition and it's too dark out to do that.

You’re also missing having Kyoutani by your side, having found that his presence gives you some comfort in general. Even more so when your nerves have been pricking at you.

An idea comes to mind. “Kyou, um, do you care if I come over? I know it’s late.”

Silence.

“Hm. Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Come over.”

The drive to Kyoutani’s place is pretty straightforward, so you had no worries of getting lost along the way. Afterall, you've never been to his home. You have always invited him over or would go out somewhere or to a friend's place, but never to his.

It almost makes you start to question why - until the drive dragged on.

Does he really live this far from you or did he give you a random address?

No, he wouldn't do that to you.

Driving down his street, you know you've found the right place before your GPS announces your arrival. To your surprise, Kyoutani appears to have a two car garage and yet his Subaru is parked outside.

Parking your own Subaru next to his, the man himself is walking out the front door before you can close the driver’s door behind you. There really is no need to send a text when the rumble of your boxer engine is plenty loud enough to let him know you’re here. You almost want to apologize to his neighbors, but you’re sure they’re used to it will his exhaust being even louder than yours.

"You have a nice house," you call out as you walk up to his porch, glancing around at what little you can see. The place is awfully large for one person, making you wonder if anyone else lives with him. "I see you have a garage. Do you normally leave your car outside?"

Looking towards your cars, he opens the front door and motions you inside. "It's cold out. Come on."

Entering his home for the first time, you take in your surroundings as you take off your shoes and make your way down the hall following closely to Kyoutani. The rich wood beneath your feet, how the white trim makes the grey walls look darker than they are, the matching wood of the stairs just ahead.

The two of you don't make it too far into his home when he asks, "So why'd you want to come over anyway?”

You brush off the rudeness given that you invited yourself over, and late at that. It's only fair if he's trying to gauge what sort of late night visit this might be.

“Uhm, okay.” He sighs before you can work up your apology, knowing now that you did in fact come over to apologize when he denied an apology over the phone earlier. “I still kinda wanna apologize and that’s better in person.”

He crosses his arms, leaning into the stair railing. Giving you his attention with a face that says he expected this much.

“And when I woke up and you weren’t there, I just," your words trail off as you fidget in place. “And also Satori and his boyfriend were being quite intimate in the next room over so..”

“I don’t want an apology.” Tilting his head with a smirk, he adds, “Maybe though for coming over just because your ex is fucking someone.”

“Ah! No, that’s not the only reason!” Flustered, your wide eyes snap to him, “I did want to see you.”

“This late?”

“What can I not want to see you after,” pocket-less, keys in one hand and phone in the other you check the time, “11pm.”

He motions to the stairs behind him when you blink away a yawn, “Come on.”

“Hm?”

“You were probably going to bed when I called, right? You shouldn’t have driven tired," he says, taking lead and heading up the stairs before you.

Your eyes flicker down his backside before returning to taking in his home and following him up. “I- Uhm, I was in bed when you called.”

He stops momentarily to point at your Halloween themed pants and oversized shirt, you had thrown on the first pants you found when leaving home. “Yeah, I figured. You asked me to call you.”

“Yeah, I wanted you to. Glad you did. Didn’t think you were gonna.” Reaching the top of the stairs you find a short hall with a few closed doors.

Kyoutani is opening one door while pointing at another farther down, “Bathroom’s there, other is just a spare room. Come on.”

Stepping in behind him, he flips a light on and reaches for the hall light switch just outside his bedroom door leaving darkness behind you. The walls and floor in here match the rest of the house you’ve seen so far, continuing with the dark furniture theme. His room is larger than your own and so is the bed in the center of the room. Making yourself at home you climb into bed, losing the pajama pants and crawling under the blankets.

He chuckles watching you before turning off the light and making his way over to join you. “So, how's the car?”

“Oh.. It's fine.” For once you didn’t mind it much on your drive over. Too focused on where you were going and all that has happened today, including how you acted in front of Kyou earlier.

“They fixed it then?” He asks, holding an arm out to invite you into his personal space.

You happily accept the offer to cuddle, absorbing what body heat you can after being in the cold night air, even if it was only briefly.

“I assume so. I, uh, it’s dark and I am a little tired,” running a palm across the sheets below you and burying your face into the pillowcase, you commit the feel and smell of his bed to memory, “and I didn’t want to get started again if it’s not..”

“Hm, I’ll drop it then.” Perhaps after earlier he knows not to push the subject, but if he can pull a smile from you he will, “But if they didn't I’ll kick their asses.”

And you do smile, with a giggle as well. “As if I can’t do that myself?”

“Nah.” He pulls you closer now, one hand wrapping around your bicep, the other at your waist, “Pretty sure you’re plenty capable. You know, Kanji talks about you. About watching you work. I remember him saying something about how rough you were with his car.”

You gawk knowing exactly what he’s referring to. “No! Look, the damn rotors were stuck. I was just knocking them loose!”

You relax once more when you catch his smile in the light sneaking past the window blinds. How can he still look at you like this after everything he’s seen? “Yeah, well. I’m sure you’re the toughest chick I know.”

“Just out of the chicks?”

He mutters sleepily into your hair, nuzzling even closer, “Iwaizumi probably has you beat. Sorry, doll.”

Doll?

The bed is warm and so is he. Feeling yourself sink comfortably, you wonder if this is really okay. Dragging yourself over here, sharing a bed even like this. Wondering if giving into your feelings would be okay. Maybe things would go smoother with him than you've worked yourself up to believe.

“Iwaizumi?” You also wonder.

“Never mind."

Part 17 >>

Taglist: @cantchoosejust1

[stormyoceans]

hi monica! maybe you don't wanna talk about this and that's okay, you don't have to answer this, but i just wanted to come here because your blog is a safe space for me and i know you enjoyed vegaspete's story as much as i did (you even made the experience more enjoyable for me during the kp days tbh). i haven't been following the cast or biblebuild a lot since the fandom became extremely toxic imo but the news of build resigning made me sad for some reason, i can't even explain why but i feel so bad... these last few days were a confirmation of how vile and nasty the fandom is and maybe that's also the reason i'm feeling like this. idk, like idek what's the point of this ask i guess i just want to know if you're okay or if you understand me, vegaspete was a great ship and i was kinda excited for 4min so the way things have ended are just the worst... i even feel bad for feeling bad because the allegations were pretty serious for me to be feeling bad for him/this whole situation... anyway yeah. it's all very confusing and it sucks, i've never experienced this before... hope you're okay and take care, sending you a hug xx

hello, anon!!!

first of all, im really happy to know that you consider my blog a safe space, because this is what it is for me and what i'd like it to be for the people who follow me as well!!! this is also why i tend to avoid talking about certain topics on here, though, because they're just very upsetting and life is already hard enough as it is, so i'd rather focus my energies on happier things

im also slightly older than the average user base and i've been in fandom for most of my life, which means that i've actually witnessed this type of "drama" happen quite a few times before and the one thing i've learned in all these years is that parasocial relationships never end well. to me actors are simply a vessel through which characters and stories come to life, so i never get particularly involved in them as people or in their personal life, and even when that happens (like with jimmysea in these last few months) im very aware of the boundaries and of how much im gonna actually let them affect my life

i don't mean to sound condescending, so i hope this isn't how im coming off right now, but this is just to say that i have a lot of experience and thicker skin and im doing fine because i know how to deal with it, didn't care about build himself, and haven't been too involved in the fandom in a while. however, this doesn't mean i can't understand you or that there was never a time where i did let myself care about an actor way too much and get thoroughly disappointed, and precisely because it did happen to me in the past, i know how upsetting this entire build and poi situation can be

i don't know if this can be of any help, but i think it's completely valid to feel sad about it and about the repercussions that's going to have, even if it's just about a ship or a show. i personally don't believe that caring about those means you don't care about the allegations or the real people involved in this, because they're things that made you happy and that you were looking forward to and that made life a little bit more bearable, so it makes sense that you would feel bad at the idea of losing them, it's just human

that being said, i think at this point we should all just take a huge step back from this situation and let the law deal with it. it happened and there's nothing we can do, except being kind to each other. there are still other things to be excited about and that can bring us happiness, it's just a matter of finding them, so just take care of yourself and take all the time you need to deal with what happened. i hope you can feel better soon, anon, im sending you a hug too!!!!

[startreatment]

i can't believe i haven't asked for your in depth thoughts on the car yet but i am asking it now! has the top 5 changed?

so i just checked and my top 5 was mirrorball, big ideas, hello you, sculptures and mr schwartz and tbh i don't think it did. i'm not sure about mr schwartz, i think it might be switched for the car or jet skis on the moat, but yeah. some thoughts on each track individually:

there'd better be a mirrorball: instant classic, come on now! gorgeous production, THE STRINGS!!, smooth vocals, so hazy, beautiful and atmospheric. i cried to it more times than i am willing to admit, it really is a tearjerker. i've seen some people say that lyrics are the weakest part of the album, which i obviously disagree with, but especially on this one. it's pretty simple, but still effective and touching. "i'd throw the rose tint back on the exploded view darling, if i were you" always gets me.

i ain't quite where i think i am: FUN!! the weakest one on the album, but i genuinely love it. WAAAAAAH!! i am a she looks like fun enjoyer as well, so i guess i just like having fun idk?

sculptures of anything goes: no words to adequately explain the sheer grip this one has on me. everything i wanted and more. so dark, ominous, rich and textured, we love her!! and the title's very cool, too. it is a career highlight idc what y'all say!! 5 years from now we're gonna treat it with the same respect and love we treat crying lightning, four out of five and other pretties. love. alex turner work on a portishead inspired album challenge

jet skis on the moat: didn't grab me on the first listen, but it's actually very cute! gives me western vibes, one of the songs that reminds me of TBHC the most, for some reason. love the way he delivers "or are you just happy to sit there and watch while the paint job dries?". "you know that it's alright if you're wanna cry" thank you alex, but i have been bawling since the first track so <3

body paint: still sad it didn't live up to my very high expectations that were set up by that damn kings theatre live "leak", but i appreciate it way more in context. the piano riff is insane tho, sometimes it just randomly plays in my head throughout the day. also, really enjoy the first lyric. "for a master of deception and subterfuge you've made yourself quite the bed to LIE in" ok we get it you're very funny. also. "and i'm keeping on my costume and calling it a writing tool"? yeah he's.......... mhm

the car: ruins me the same way ultracheese does, which means i sob uncontrollably until i feel like there's no air around me at all. childhood memories always get me so hard and the strings add a sense of melancholy i can't handle. very sick of them to put it in the middle of the fucking record! anyway, it kinda reminds me of faust arp by radiohead, which is a win, because in rainbows is very good. good track!

big ideas: have i ever said that we should artists grow? let them change and flourish and explore new things? hm, idk. lyrically it's a bit too on the nose, which is not what i was expecting at all, but it's a welcome change from cryptic TBHC lyrics. sometimes i just want him to say what he thinks, you know? and we're gonna stop analysing the lyrics now, because i don't wanna get upset.

hello you: the first make me hold my breath and stop me in my tracks no matter what i'm doing (kinda like nfwmb foof and diwk do so. do with that what you will). that piano riff (? can you call it that idk i know nothing about music) is CRAZYYYY. also plays in my head throughout the day, so catchy and fun. lego napoleon moveh. vortex to vortex. the buisness they call show. 'ello gruesome. HELLOOOO YOU. might be my favourite from the record if i'm being completely honest. sorry, i love a good instrumental, what can i say. i actually saw someone say it's pattern with no miles, which is pretty accurate!

mr. schwartz: my head hurts. again, not getting into the lyrics, but i HAVE to point out that "and if wе guess who i'm pretending to be, do we win a prize?" makes me wanna lay down for a sec. also FINGERPICKING!!

perfect sense: why is it so short. melancholic (what a surprise), but doesn't make me wanna die! it's the type of melancholy that you feel when you're watching the last episode of your favourite show. a nice farewell song that sounds sad but hopeful, a gorgeous closer. they Know how to write a good closing track for sure. love it!!

my overall review: makes me cry, but it's very good. would love to have a couple more tracks that sound like i ain't quite or hello you to dilute the ... whatever's going on in the middle that makes me sob, but i can also appreciate the fact that it's just 10 tracks. still, we want b-sides @ am. make it happen!!!!! a 9/10, already in my top 3 (which is tbhc > humbug > fwn = the car), taylor swift cant't relate