#reblog it like you're supposed to if you wanna answer that bad

[kedreeva]

i really hate that allowing replies means I get emailed when someone replies to my reblog that isn't originally my post, especially since I don't get emails when someone @ mentions me in replies on other people's posts. I feel like it should be the other way around. I should only get emailed when people reply to a post I made, and I should get notified if someone is trying to get my attention. Anyway I'm cranky today.

[jackhues]

how'd you make it? - mockingbird! au (platonic! hughes)

requested by: @toasttt11 , anon :)) - combined two bcz they fit rlly well

notes: continue sending in requests for the au! check out the request rules below! thanks for requesting <3 this ones got a focus on luke, but there's a cute quinn moment! ALSO, there's a cute surprise in this one, hope you guys like it (takes place in summer '24)

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"go back outside," you laughed, shoving jack's face away from yours.

you were at the hughes' lake house for the summer, spending most of your time wakesurfing, swimming, and hanging out on the boat. today was the one day you wanted to stay inside on the couch and finish the book you'd bought while the boys had the day to themselves.

of course, jack had other plans.

"i don't wanna," he groaned, plopping down on top of you.

"jack!" you laughed, trying to shove him off of you. finally, you gave up, putting your book to the side to let jack lay on top of you.

"why don't you wanna go outside?" you asked him softly.

"because i wanna spend time with you," he answered simply. "quinn went out with his girlfriend to that chinese place for lunch, and it's awkward being the only one with luke and his girlfriend. they're like... weird hormonal teenagers."

"oh, so it's because your brothers are gone that you're spending time with me," you rolled your eyes, laughing a bit.

"even without that, i'd still wanna be with you," he answered in a matter-of-fact voice. "it's why i'm gonna marry you."

"jack, stop making me blush," you hit his shoulder lightly.

"what," he laughed, pulling away. "there's a ring on your finger for a reason."

you smiled, admiring the way he looked at you with such adoration in his eyes. he acted like it was so simple. like he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and that was that. in some case, you supposed it was simple.

before meeting jack, you wouldn't have been able to imagine something like that, let alone believe someone could love you that much. but he changed that.

and you loved him so much for it.

"you're thinking," he said, getting up off of you and helping you sit up. "is it good or bad?"

"it's good," you promised. "i'm just thinking about how much i love you."

he grinned stupidly at that answer, "well of course you do. with these killer looks, how could you not?"

"you're such an-"

"luke! luke, what's wrong?"

your laughter was cut off as luke marched angrily past you and up the stairs and towards his room. behind him, ellen followed.

"i don't wanna talk," luke called, causing ellen to stop.

you and jack got up from the couch, making your way to the base of the stairs by ellen.

"what's wrong?" you asked. "why'd he storm up to his room?"

"i have no idea," ellen sighed tiredly. "he just came inside looking all mad, and then ran up."

jack furrowed his brows, "i thought he was outside with his girlfriend."

"did something happen with them, maybe?" you asked.

"i don't know," ellen muttered. she looked up the stairs, where luke had headed. "i'm going to go check on him. you two don't worry about him, i'll make sure he's okay."

you and jack nodded, letting ellen check on luke.

"are we sure it's not something bad?" jack asked you. "what if he's really upset over something?"

"ellen went to check on him," you reminded him. "it's better not to overwhelm him right now. we can go check on him afterwards if you want."

jack nodded, agreeing. "yeah, you're right."

the two of you headed towards the kitchen to take out your lunch. you and jack took a seat on the table, across of jim.

"did you finish your book yet?" he asked you.

"i would've, but someone didn't let me," you sent jack a look.

he held his hands up, a guilty look on his face.

jim looked up as ellen made her way back down. "any luck with luke?"

"he's asking for y/n," she said, looking at you. "honey, could you go upstairs and see what's going on?"

"yeah, of course," you answered, a little shocked.

jack squeezed your hand as you walked by, heading up to luke's room. you knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

"go away," he muttered from the other side.

"luke, it's me," you called. "ellen said you wanted to talk to me."

you heard some shuffling, before luke said softly, "you can come in."

you opened the door, finding luke sitting on the floor next to his bed. he sat against the wall, his knees folded up to his chest and his head down. he didn't even look up as you entered.

"hi lukey," you said softly, sitting next to him. "you okay?"

luke sniffed, looking up at you with red rimmed eyes. "not really."

"c'mere," you muttered, pulling his head into your lap.

luke lay his head down, allowing you to softly run your fingers through his curls. his tears slowly subsided, and you waited calmly as he built up the courage to talk.

"how'd you stay with jack?" he asked finally. "like, it's been five years, and you guys are getting married in a few months, and not once have you guys even thought about breaking up. how?"

you pursed your lips, pondering the question. truth was, it took a long time for you to be this open and accepting to jack's love. you'd never received that same love as a kid, and never imagined to receive it as an adult.

"it's not easy," you answered him finally. "we were young, eighteen year olds when we met. i never even had a boyfriend before him. and then jack was some famous nhl player, and everyone knew him, and everyone hated that i was with him. but... honestly, we grew up together. we matured together. we made mistakes, but we learned to communicate and understand each other. it takes a lot, but we managed somehow."

you ran a hand through luke's curls, "i'm gonna take a wild guess and say something happened with you and your girlfriend. am i right?"

luke nodded sadly. "she-- she cheated on me. and then, and then she just said it like it was nothing. and then she started talking bad about you and jack, about how you guys probably aren't even a real couple, and i just-- i got mad. i told her she can go and do whatever she wants because i'm done." he looked up at you, "did i make a mistake?"

"no, no, you didn't," you assured him. "cheating's a choice, one that she made. when i said jack and i didn't have it easy, that's not what i meant. i meant that we both had things to work on in the start of our relationship. he was dealing with a lot of stuff with his rookie year, and i was still learning what a healthy relationship looks like. we worked on our relationship together."

"thanks, y/n," he smiled, closing his eyes a little. "that helps."

"anytime lukey," you smiled. "anytime."

--

outside the door, quinn smiled to himself.

he was walking past the room after his date, hearing your and luke's conversation. he'd spent the last four years doing everything to show you that you were family, that you were part of the hughes.

he was happy to see that you were believing it.

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[plutoispurplw]

Cardigan PT2

Summary: Spencer is feeling guilty and reader is nervous about the pregnancy.

Couple: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Spencer being a bad boyfriend, mention of miscarriage (not the actual baby), pregnancy nausea.

A/N: appreciate this and plss reblog

note: English is not my first language and I'm accepting requests!

The days passed. The team tried to reach out to you, to talk about what happened but you didn't answer except when Penelope called you.

She was the only one who knew about your pregnancy, she probably would be worried about you and the baby so you decide to answer.

"Hi Y/N, what are you doing?" Her voice sounded animated, it felt warm and made you comfortable to talk, she was the person you could talk to right now.

"Doing laundry at my friend's house, I need to do something to keep my mind clear."

"Dear I know you don't wanna talk about him but have you told him about the baby?" Her voice was empathetic, you know she was worried about your mental health and you hiding your pregnancy from him.

For a moment you felt your eyes start to crystallize, the wound was still new and it hurt. "I couldn't, how could I if he had been acting weird for the past months?"

"You're gonna come back?" She asks you again, her voice sounding more sentimental and nostalgic. You didn't wanna leave her too like Derek had to.

"I still don't know but we're gonna still be friends so don't worry, you can't escape from me." You try to comfort her with your words but you still feel like it doesn't work, you decide to send her a photo of the ultrasound where the baby was a little visible.

When she saw the photo she nearly yelled with enthusiasm. "She or he looks so cute already, I can't wait to buy baby clothes and toys."

"Me too."

Two weeks later you came back to the BAU office, and everyone looked surprised to see you there, you supposed that they already knew about the fight and that you left the apartment but not the reason why.

When Spencer saw you he looked guilty, you could notice small changes in him because, after all, you're the one who has been waking up by his side for almost three years.

The dark bags under his eyes were more noticeable and his expression looked like he hadn't been sleeping well all these days. His hair looks a little more messy. The guilt was eating him alive

Jennifer couldn't look at you when she saw you she walked to another place in the office, you decided to try to be the most civilized you could with them but it was hard.

How could she listen to you talking about Spencer being less affectionate with you and acting more distant while she knew the reason?

The only reason why you haven't yelled at her was because she had been supporting you after you had a miscarriage, she hugged you telling you that she knew how you felt. She comforts you

That's what hurt you the most, that they decided to lie to you in the face, that they acted like nothing was happening and yes, they never had an affair but the feeling was there, the stares, the internal jokes, everything. She loved him after all these years and he maybe loved her too.

You couldn't bear that thought.

You only talked to Spencer when was necessary in the cases, there was always a certain tension in the air when you both talked. The anger maybe or the sadness, maybe a mix of both.

You thought many times about finally telling him about your pregnancy. When you were pregnant the first time and you told him he cried, he was so happy about knowing he was gonna have a child and that he was gonna be a father.

He promises you to never be like his father and always take of both of you. He took care of you like you were a porcelain doll that could break if the air was strong.

When the miscarriage happened he stayed with you in the hospital, holding you while you cried. He was the reason why you got up from the bed even on the worst days.

In another case you were throwing up in the bathroom, the pregnancy nausea was the worst thing you ever had experience and the worst part was trying to hide it from the team.

When you got out of the bathroom Spencer was there and he looked concerned about you. "Are you feeling well? You have been throwing up these last days."

"Yes, I'm just feeling bad because of something I ate." You try to convince him but you can see in his eyes that he didn't believe a word of what you said.

"I wanna talk to you about something, after this case, you wanna go to the apartment to talk? You don't have to come back but I need to talk with you." He sounded nervous, it was the first time he looked you in the eyes after everything.

Surprisingly you decide to go accept. "It would be okay." Maybe you could listen to whatever he says, it wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t it?

It was time to tell him the truth, for the sake of the baby and your mental health, you live worried about having a miscarriage again. Sometimes you fall asleep after crying for the baby.

After the case ended and everyone was back again in Quantico, you decided to go to Spencer's apartment, your apartment.

When you knock on the door you hear things moving inside and footsteps, after a moment Spencer opens the door. "Hi Y/N" He gave you a small smile, the most precious smile you ever seen.

"Hi, Spencer." You try to make your voice more gentle and you smile at him too. You cover your belly with your bag, just trying to cover your pregnancy for a couple of minutes more.

He moved to the side and let you pass, the apartment looked clean, and you noticed something on the coffee table of the living room, there was a gift bag of your favorite color. When you saw it Spencer took the bag and moved it to the bedroom, maybe it wasn't for you.

You walk towards the couch and sit on it, Spencer sits on the opposite side. The silence was awkward, you were playing with your bracelet waiting for him to talk.

"I'm sorry" When you turned to look at him you found him looking at you, his eyes were filled with affection again, it was like before.

"I'm sorry for being for distant from you, you didn't deserve it, I was an idiot for treating you like that and making you have questions all the time." His voice sounds regretful, his eyes stay on yours. "I'm not gonna ask you to forgive me if you can't, if you want you can stay in the apartment and I move out, you don't have to worry about anything."

You felt tears running down your cheeks, this was the end? If it was you decide to ask him the only question you want an answer "You love Jennifer?"

He stayed quiet and you thought the worst when you tried to get up he stopped you. "No, I don't love her, I was confused about my feelings for her but right now I promise you that I don't love her."

He got closer to you and wiped your treacherous tears from your cheeks, he cupped your face with gentle hands, hands that caressed your skin like it was silk. "I love you, you're the love of my life and If you wanna stay with me I do whatever you want, I can stop being her friend, we can move to another state, whatever you want."

You started to cried harder, you felt his arms involving your body like a warm blanket. Your face was hiding on his chest, pouring your tears on his shirt. You felt at peace right now but deep inside the sadness was still there, haunting you like a ghost.

He then tried to kiss you but you pulled away from him. He look at you confused waiting for you to say something. "I still don't know if I can forgive you Spencer. I'm still very hurt by everything and I feel like if I take a decision right now I would be rushing everything." Your voice was apologetic even if you didn't do anything wrong here, but still you felt guilty.

He gave you a slightly nod, a silent way of telling that it was fine. "It's okay, you don't have to take a decision right now, I will wait." He look regretful, you could see right through him and all you see was him feeling like he didn't deserve your forgiveness, a part of you felt like this too.

All the next week Spencer had been avoiding you and you also notice that he wasn't longer talking with Jennifer, just if it was necessary for the cases. On the weekend you were back in his apartment to take dinner with him that was more like talking and telling him about the baby.

While you were having dinner, you could't keep the secret anymore from him.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant." You whisper to him, he stop moving for a moment after hearing those words falling from your lips, the unbearable pressure on you was gone, it was lifted from your chest letting you breathe freely after a a long time.

When his genius brain started working again he got up from the chair and walked towards you, he pulled you from the chair too, his arms embraced you in a blink, his face hiding on your neck.

You feel how your body was being crushed in the most loving way in the world.

He pulled you from his embrace enough to see your face, he couldn't believe it. "How long have you know about the pregnancy?" His words were serious but you still could feel the happiness from knowing that he was gonna be a father.

"Since almost three months ago, before it happen all of this." His expression become remorseful, the happiness that he had gotten only moments ago was gone again like the waves of the ocean.

He then stopped hugging you and left the room for a moment, and minutes later he was back with the gift from earlier, and he handed it to you like it was fragile. "Open it, it's a gift for you."

When you open it you found a vinyl from your favorite artist and a pearl bush tone cardigan that had sewn stars of a gray tone. You took the cardigan from the bag and tried on your body, it was a little big for your body but you didn't mind.

"You think you can give me second chance?" He whisper against your hair, voice that sounded hopeful for your forgiveness.

You still were conflicted by everything but you know he was your baby's father, you would always be linked to him. A invisible string was tying you to him.

So you said the words that your mind keep telling you to wait more before speaking them. "I give you second chance."

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[dark-type-appreciator]

Intro post! :3

Hello! Like my description says, I'm Liam! I'm 16 and I found this website a while back and decided to finally make an account!!! I really like dark type pokemon (bet you could guess that XD), and I'm always open to talk about them! I also really like other catmons ^w^ curse of being a warrior skitties fan I guess...

I also like drawing, warrior skitties, and roleplaying! I have other interests but those are my main ones! I play games sometimes, but I'm not very good at them x_x

I'm not really a pokemon trainer… I only have one pokemon haha! His name is Goldie, and he's a purrloin! He's kind of a cranky old man but he loves me!

umm, what else? I get confused sometimes, please be patient, I'm autistic (and other things). Same goes the other way around!! If u need me to rephrase something, please tell me! Also i misspell things a lot, auto correct is my best friend. Hopefully its not too bad!

Oh! Also I am a furry! :3 I almost forgot to mention that asjhdjahs

Here's my pokesona!

not the best reference, it's kinda old... Maybe I'll redo it someday!

Also- if we're friends, pls tag any bug types!… I have a really bad phobia of them, and I don't wanna see them at all. Thank you!!!

also- look look look!!

They're friends.. :3

[OOC under the cut]

Hello! Actias/moth (@act11as) here with a new blog! On a different account! Wowie! Follows will come from here, of course! Once again, general unreality warning! Out of character posts will be green, and tagged as #ooc and #Moth's yapping to avoid confusion.

Dark themes will be explored on this blog, such as past abuse and neglect, general mental illnesses, dysfunctional family dynamics, emotional and psychological abuse, as well as (witnessed) domestic abuse.

Everything will be tagged (and please tell me if I missed something!) But please be safe when interacting!

These themes will not always be present, and Liam's blog will usually stay lighthearted. Still, it's good to keep in mind!

Boundaries, and so on!

No NSFW or suggestive things! Both the muse and mod are minors. Don't be a fuckin' weirdo. *Almost any kind of blog is allowed to interact! Sentient Pokemon, Eeby Deebies, Evil teams, fallers, etc! *Self-Insert fallers, please do not interact. I personally cannot handle these kinds of blogs. Self-insert ocs are fine, but the idea of a real person on rotomblr being isekaid into Pokémon is not. (Liam will likely not believe you for a while- unless he has significant reason to. He'll think it's a roleplayer, otherkin, or something like that. He will be willing to play along though!) In-Character Anon hate is allowed! Feel free to bully him, but remember that I'm not obligated to answer everything! Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are off currently! You may be able to convince him to turn it on! Mystery Gifts are closed! Though if this and Pelipper mail were to open, this one is preferred! Musharna mail, and Musharna malice are always on! Magic anons are off.

Organizational Tags! (HOW DID I FORGET FOR SO LONG)

Liam Chatters - General post tag! As long as he's saying something in the text portion, it'll be tagged. Reblog! ^w^ - Reblog tag. Pretty self explanatory Future Sight (queue) - Queued posts tag! Again pretty self explanatory. Liam used Doodle! - Art tag! Liam's art will be tagged as this, for those who want to see it. Foresight - Out of character tag. It marks posts that will potentially be important in the future. This can range from his opinions on things to heavy lore posts! Good tag to read through if you think you're missing something!

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#Tari mention - tag for Tari from @/pokemoncryptids #faith is friending - tag for Faith from @/faithispokemoning

ONGOING ARCS:

Mask Off Arc - [summary will come after it ends]

PAST ARCS/EVENTS:

#Lucy Strikes! - One of Liam's friends stole his phone while they were supposed to be visiting. General warnings for bullying.

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These are blogs Liam has blocked in-character! usually for lore reasons! these are not blogs that have personally been blocked, feel free to interact on anon if you're on this list!

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[hischeapcigar]

Strawberries and cigarettes part 3

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader  

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most   

Word count: 4.9k  

Warning: none except your father is a bit deranged so maybe that's all, and a little angst 🚬 

a/n: idk how to stop writinggg. To think that this originally was supposed to be a oneshot but here we are lol. Like always comments and reblogs are appreciated <3 🍓🍓 

“Kiss me Joel-”  

Joel closed the distance between you as he smashed his lips on yours. Your eyes closed at the contact. The taste of strawberries and cigarettes invading your mouth along with the hallucinatory taste of his lips. His lips moved fast then slow, hard then soft. He tugged your hair, tilting you so he could kiss you better; biting your lower lip, earning a moan from you.  

 You clutched the shirt on his chest, while he tightened his hold around you, pulling you impossibly closer. You wished that the kiss would never end, but like waking up from a good dream, 

He chased your lips when you pulled away for air. You both breathed heavily, making up for the lost oxygen. You were unable to open your eyes, scared if this really was a dream.  

Only when you felt him trace his thumb on your lips, did you open your eyes, only to see him looking at you with pure delight.  

He leaned in and pecked your lips once more, clearly not getting enough.  

“Sweetheart...” he sighed; his voice hoarse  

You only stared at him, too blissed out by the kiss,  

“That was…” he licked his lips, 

“Straight out of heaven?” you whispered,  

“Exactly” he held you as a leverage as he got up to sitting position, that had you straddling his laps.  

You quickly removed yourself from him, Joel keeping his gaze on your crimson cheeks, looking for any sign of regret.  

Tracing your own lips, unable to come down from the high he put you on. You reluctantly met his gaze, your eyes shining with a different glow. You both stared at each other in pure awe, with you breaking eye contact. Too shy, too flustered. Joel smirked at your state, knowing exactly what he was doing to you  

“Y/N… I'm not good at asking…but-” he scratches his nape, avoiding your gaze, “do you maybe feel the same?” 

If you weren’t paying undivided attention to him, you would’ve missed the last part he uttered.  

You smiled at him, who was looking too eager to get the answer,  

Carefully you sat closer to him,  

“Now tell me, you don’t get it, do you?” you asked cupping his face with your delicate hand, 

He shuddered at the soft touch, “get what?” he whispered, like you had, moments ago 

You bit your lower lip, searching for the right words to express your feelings, “that you drive me crazy, that you make me wanna sneak out my house like I’m in high school”  

🍓🚬🍓🚬 

  Ever since the first kiss, all you want is to keep your lips on him forever. You were drunk on his touch. You would steal a kiss any chance you get.  

  Every day was a spring to you, nothing annoyed you anymore, not even your father. Bad day? You would just shrug it off and flood your mind with Joel.  

You were happy. Joel was happy.  

🍓🚬🍓���� 

You were at Gina’s place, helping her pack her stuff. She was moving to Philadelphia the same night. You were happy for her. She wanted to be a chef and she finally got the chance.  

Your father kept nagging you, “even Gina is moving out to do something better, do you even plan to do something with your life?”  

“I told you I'm moving to L.A next month, just bear with me for one fucking month, dad,” you slammed the door to your bedroom, 

  You were annoyed, you were frustrated. You wanted to be with Joel, the memories weren’t helping. 

🍓🚬🍓🚬 

“I told Mrs. Ivy that I'm seeing someone” Joel murmured one night  

You had your head on his lap as he mindlessly played with your hair. Sitting on the back of his truck on a splayed blanket, Joel rested his head on the glass of the front panel.  

“Wh- Joel? Why would you do that?” you sat up to face him, your brows furrowed 

Joel rubbed his face with his palms as he sighed deeply, “she wouldn't stop droppin’ hints, hell, at this point she was straight up askin’ me out” 

  You giggled, “My boyfriend really is hot, what can I do?”  

He just playfully glared at you 

You reached out and held his hands, “so didn’t she ask who was the lucky lady?” 

  He chuckled, “yeah, as much as I wanted to show you off, didn’t want no trouble for ya. I said it’s someone outside the town”  

  You rested your chin on his perched-up knees, “well it won’t be a lie in the next month,”  

  You swore you saw his face fall, you waited for him to say something, anything 

 He struggled with his words, “I- is this the time to talk ‘bout it?”  

You nodded, “could be, or we can wait-” 

“No- no let’s just get this over with, ‘s already messing with my head”  

“Okay so,” you began, untangling your hands, both of you sitting across each other, “I'm moving to Los Angeles because I don't think I can do anything here,”  

“Like you know I want to teach, and I applied to this school here and they didn’t have any vacancy and I want to get- God how do I explain this,” you ran your fingers through your hair, then Joel calmly held your hands, rubbing soothing circles to relax you, which you did. As much as it sounded corny, you really believed his touch was magic, he would stop the tide from drowning you.  

“Look I want to get away from this town, maybe I'm tired of all the same things,” you admitted in a low voice, 

There was a moment of silence before Joel spoke, “you know I would never hold you down, right?”  

Every word he uttered was genuine and unfeigned, you looked up at his eyes that were offering the same thing,  

“I know Joel, but I don’t want to leave you behind,”  

There is a pure look of adoration when he brings his hand up to your face, tucking the strand of your hair behind the ear, “oh darlin, I'll be right here, we can pick up right where we leave off”  

Don't leave then. Stay. please. We’ll make it work. This town is bearable because of you. He wanted to scream but he knew better than to hold you back, he could never be the one to clip your wings, he could never add to your problems 

“Can’t you come along?” you asked meekly 

“I can’t, sweetheart. Sarah’s school, my job, ’s all here,” he explained 

You looked down, nodding.  

You wanted to stay for Joel, but you can't keep hiding your relationship forever. Can’t risk him being beaten by your father again. But most of all you were tired of your father’s constant complaints. 

“We have this time together until we don't, so don’t stress yourself out” Joel said when he saw that familiar crease between your brows 

“Yeah,” you moved as he lay down, putting his head on the makeshift pillow made of some blankets. You lay beside him, your head on his chest, your arm across his chest, holding on to him, holding on to the time that you have together.  

Joel’s mind was running through a million thoughts. His heart was begging him to ask you to stay but his head was stopping him. His thoughts were cut short when you readjusted yourself and held him tighter.  

Silently asking him; stay in the moment.  

He tightened his arms in return, okay 

🍓🚬🍓🚬 

J- “hey, can we skip tonight?”  

It was the first time he ever asked you to skip. The only nights you skipped were Sunday nights when you were on closing shift.  

  But reading his text made you anxious, you were confused. Is he getting tired of it? 

“Sure. Is everything okay though?” 

J- “yeah! Sarah was asking for a movie night, and I've been stalling for a few days now” 

You stared at his text. He really had you wrapped around his finger. He sent you another text, 

J- “wish you could join us”  

“Someday, miller”  

The guy, Luna, who you were in contact with regarding your shifting to LA, and your job in the school, called you just as you sent the text to Joel, 

“Hey, Luna! How are you?”  

“I'm well, thank you. Listen, I wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t urgent. We need you here a week earlier, think you can do that? We have so many applicants”  

Your mind went haywire just when you wanted it to focus, 

“I- uh, Luna, I-” you stammered 

“You can tell me first thing in the morning, but as a friend, I'd suggest you try and be here”  

“Okay, I'll call you in the morning”  

“Goodnight, y/n” he hung up 

Originally, you were leaving 2 weeks later but now you’d have to leave in a week. A week? Suddenly it all felt so surreal. You wished you could share this with Joel, but you didn’t want to ruin their night with something that was your decision from scratch.  

You paced back and forth, calming yourself to focus.  

I have to leave either way, sooner or later 

Do I really want this? 

Am I ready to leave everything and Joel? 

Am I ready to face the foreign land?  

Do I really want this? 

“Do you even plan to move out?” your father voice echoed 

Do I really want this?  

“You can’t stay stuck in this town honey” Gina 

Do I really want this? 

“Do yourself and us a favor and just move out” your father 

I really want this. Fuck it. I'll figure it out. 

You called Luna 2 hours later and waited for him to pick it up. Your leg bounced impatiently while you sat at the edge of the bed, biting your nails. 

“Hello?” said Luna  

“Hey, Luna, I'm ready, sign me up”  

🍓🚬 J o e l 🍓🚬 

y/n - “Someday, Miller”  

He stared at her text, contemplating if he should ask her to sneak out and join them. But it was risky. And on the other hand, Sarah didn’t know about them, neither did Tommy.  

He put away his phone as he heard the door opening, it was Tommy. 

“Hey, brother” he sang as he tried to hug Joel who just grunted in response,  

“watcha got there?” Joel asked taking the bag from tommy 

Sarah showed up just then, “uncle tommy! Did you get the movie?”  

“of course! Joel, show her,” tommy told Joel who was staring at the CD that he took out of the bag. 

The three of them settled on the sofa along with snacks. The movie started playing and Tommy and Sarah were already too invested. Joel sneakily took his phone to text you. Just to talk to you but decided against it.  

Around the end of the movie, Sarah was long asleep, with her head on Joel’s chest. And Tommy had slidden down on the rug during the movie. 

Joel turned off the movie as he carried Sarah to her room. He returned to the living room to see Tommy sitting on the sofa, clearly wide awake.  

“ya stayin’ the night?” Joel asked, picking up wrappers of snacks littered around 

Tommy shook his head ‘no’.  

Joel returned to the sofa after cleaning up the mess but before he could say anything, Tommy beat him, 

“Joel, is there something I should know about you and y/n?”  

Joel’s face went paler as if he had seen a ghost, 

Play dumb. Play dumb. 

“wh- y/n? Why- who's y/n?”  

He mentally smacked his face. What the fuck was that? 

 “Joel.” tommy was serious 

“What happened?” Joel was persistent, but he silently gave away his answer. The truth.  

“Look, I know y/n’s dad hates us, or you, I can't tell, but yesterday at the café someone said that he- I don’t know if it’s true, but he threatened you?”  

There was no point in lying, Tommy knew the truth even though they never talked about it.  

Joel curtly nodded his head,  

“Joel, y/n is a nice girl but why are you putting yourself in danger? You know her father is mad-”  

“I know Tommy” Joel's voice was stern and harsh, “I know” he repeated softly, “but I can’t help it, I'm- I think- I really love her, man”  

Tommy's expression didn’t change to shock, except his face softened. Watching his brother fall in love.  

“So... it’s all serious, huh?” tommy smirked 

“don’t know man, she leavin’ in two weeks” Joel voice shook, just the thought of you leaving sent shivers down his spine,  

“Where to?”  

“LA”  

Tommy winced, “all good girls are leavin’ the town man, think we should too,” he chuckled but stopped when he saw unamused look on his brother’s face 

“What? C’mon man, you’re really sad she leavin, how long have you guys been seeing each other?”  Tommy pushed 

“4 months” Joel grumbled, as he leaned back on the sofa, resting his head. He rubbed his hand over his face,  

He explained Tommy why you wanted to leave, and Tommy listened, 

“So, why didn’t you ask her to stay? She can move out and stay in the town?”  

“I can’t hold her back, Tommy, it’s her dream to see the LA and everything that world has to offer, and I've only got 2 weeks with her. 2 weeks and she’s gone” his voice wavered in the last part 

“bullshit” tommy stomped his foot as he got up,  

“Excuse me?” Joel was tired and the thought of you leaving was exhausting 

“it’s bullshit, Joel! You love her, she loves you and you can’t even ask her to stay? You think she’ll leave if you asked? That she’d fight you-”  

“-no that’s the problem, she won’t argue, she won’t fight, she’d stay but I can’t be the one who holds her back! I can’t do this to her” Joel almost yelled, as he sat up with his elbows supporting his pounding head.  

“Fine! Then make these two weeks count” were the last words tommy said before he stormed out of the house 

As the silence subsided, Joel's head was filled with thoughts. thoughts of you, your images, your everything.  

 🍓🚬 

                                          - 

“I'd follow you anywhere, Miller” you laughed, throwing your card. You both were sitting on the back of his truck. Surrounded by strawberries and cigarettes. Playing some card game.  

You were referencing your line to the game.  

You looked up at him as he studied his cards and inspected which card to put. You realized you were in love. Truly, madly and deeply.  

He played his turn, as he shook his head, a small smile on his lips, 

“I mean it... you know,” you brought his attention to yourself, “I'd follow you anywhere,”  

Those words captured his entire soul as he threw his cards to the side, swiping away the cards in between and reaching out for your wrist,  

“Joel!” you squealed as you easily gave in as he put your cards to the side and pulled you on his lap, 

Your faces were inches away, his breath fanned over your lips. 

There were countless kisses that you stole, but something about these deliberate moments that had you feeling light-headed.  

“You mean it?” he whispered, 

“Yes Joel,” you breathed 

As soon as the words left your mouth, you were quick to close the distance and put your lips on his. To seal the promise.  

Joel never said anything, but he poured all his emotions into the kiss. Bit your lip to get a gasp out of you, he took this opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. His hands mapped every inch of your body. As if he was learning all the curves.  

You broke the kiss together but didn’t pull away. He rested his forehead on yours, 

“Darlin, you’re gonna be death of me,” he mumbled 

“that’s right, Miller, but I don’t want you to die before me” you pouted which Joel was quick to place a kiss on.  

He chuckled, “fine, I'll stick around for ya”   

 🍓🚬 

Joel shook the memory away; it was too painful for him.  

Two weeks. 

“Stop her, man” Tommy’s words repeated in his head 

Two weeks 

“I want to get away from this town” you 

Two weeks  

“You love her, she loves you and you can’t even ask her to stay?” Tommy 

Two weeks  

He quickly looked for his phone to text you. As soon as he opened your chat, his thumb danced over the keyboard not knowing what to say, 

Don’t go to LA 

He had typed but he was too scared to send it. His breath stuck in his throat as he saw three dots indicating you’re typing 

It was almost morning, why the fuck were you awake,  

His phone chimed,  

y/n- “Joel?”  

He didn’t get the time to reply because you had sent another text,  

y/n- “I know you’re asleep, but Luna called, I'm leaving next week”    

He choked on his breath as he read your text. He put away his phone once again. His hands trembled.  

He couldn’t stop you.  

He had to act okay when he meets you  

He had to support you  

He lied on the couch, too tired to go to bed.  

One week 

------ 

You thought you were hallucinating that Joel was typing but the three dots quickly disappeared  

- “I know you’re asleep, but Luna called, I'm leaving next week” 

You hit “send” as you put the phone in the nightstand. You were lying on your bed, but you couldn't sleep.  

The decision was made. Just one week and then you’re gone. You started wondering about how the town would be affected. Will they miss you at the café? Will Sarah miss you? Surely Joel would. Just the thought of leaving Joel made you tear up again.  

It had been only half an hour since you came to the café. You yanked Oliver to the side to disclose the news to him. His face lit up,  

“Are you serious, y/n? Next week?”  

Oliver was the one who introduced you to Luna. He helped you throughout the application process and you were grateful to him.  

“Yes,” suddenly there was hint of uncertainty in your voice, Joel. 

He still hadn’t replied, it’s early, he must be asleep. You told yourself 

As minutes passed, you informed the rest of coworkers about your decision. They were all happy for you.  

Only Joel and your parents were unaware, or so you thought.  

You and Oliver were conversing along with preparing orders. Early morning had a lot of people coming in for breakfast, so you were engrossed.  

One of the coworkers, Emma, ran to the kitchen,  

“y/n” she called you, catching her breath as she pointed to the kitchen exit door, 

“Joel’s here”  

Your heart was in your throat, threatening to beat out. It was like you were seeing him for the first time, you were nervous.  

Quickly you abandoned the latte and your conversation with Oliver as you asked Emma to take over.  

Wiping your hands with the small towel you emerged from the door, and you saw a very confused looking Joel standing beside the counter.  

Your breath hitched as your eyes met his.  

“Joel” you tried to sound casual, minding the people in the café. You're not supposed to be seen together  

“y/n” his voice was strained 

His eyes were heavy with bags accompanying them 

“Did you even sleep last night?” you pretended to be busy behind the counter, ruffling the papers, though Joel had your full attention, 

His hair was messy and voice hoarse. His gaze flickered to your lips before snapping back up. And God you wanted to hold his face and kiss him hard. But you resisted, you knew he was resisting it too.   

“Uh- yeah, movie night, y’know” his voice low, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be here 

You only hummed, silently asking him to state the purpose of him being there out of the blue.  

“I- uh, I got your message...thought t’was 2 weeks?” He pretended to read the menu card, eyeing you every other minute. 

“Yeah, um, well, Luna called, said it was preferable if I showed up sooner- hello ma’am,” you shifted your expressions, putting on a big fake smile as you assisted the old woman with pancakes to go.  

As soon as she left, Joel leaned into your space, causing you to jump and take a step back. You looked around to see if you received attention, but everyone was busy with their stuff.  

“Can we meet a little earlier tonight?” he asked in a hushed tone, don’t give away your true emotions he told himself 

There was another man in line behind Joel, 

“Yes sir, you can pick the order at 9.” you brought back the fake-smile face, as you emphasized the timings to Joel, who turned his head to acknowledge the presence of the man behind him,  

“Thank you, I heard you offer the sweetest” he returned to you playing along. He winked as he turned his back and left you a blushing mess.  

His heart was breaking but he couldn’t let it show. He knew he shouldn’t 

🍓🚬🍓🚬 

“Remember the carpenter, Alan?” your father was saying, “his son moved out to better focus on his job,” “no he doesn’t live with his parents”  

You knew he was jabbing the words at you. Pouring the milk in the cup, you sat at the table where your parents were conversing.  

“I have decided-” 

“About time” your dad cut you off, placing his elbows on the table, leaning in 

You shook your head at his behavior, “I'm moving to LA next week,”  

“This is a wise decision, I support you,” your father laughed, “you know it's your home, you can stay as long, or come back whenever you want”  

“Sure, dad”  

But you saw your mother’s smile drop when you revealed the news,  

“Honey, are you sure?” she asked nervously 

“of course, she is! My daughter is very capable and independent, she can do it” your father answered, 

You only rolled your eyes at his act 

- 

j- “I'm here to pick my sweetest order”  

A smile crept to your lips as you put aside your checklist to reply to him, 

“The package is-”  

You had typed when you heard the knock on your door. You stilled, and before you could answer, the door opened, revealing your mother 

Not now please. You wanted to say but you put your phone aside to give her attention. Sometimes you even felt sorry for her for being a wife to a man like your father. She was one of the kindest people, never pushed you to do something you didn’t want to.  

“What is it, mom?” you asked, putting the blanket aside to make room for her to join you on the edge of the bed 

“I know you’re leaving because of Dad,” she says 

You sighed, feeling guilty, “look, mom, I had to leave one day or another, I mean, I'm a grown up you know,” you chuckled lightly to lift the tension 

“I know but you shouldn’t be forced to-”  

Your phone rang, it was Joel.  

You reached for it before your mom could see and silenced it,  

“Who is it?” she asked 

“Oh, it's just a customer” 

Your mother didn’t hate Joel, but she never really defended him either. And she will be a lot furious if she found out about you, so it was better to keep the information from her 

“You can take, I'm leaving anyway” she says getting up and walking to the door, agonizingly slow. Looking at the posters as if she was in your room for the first time,  

“Hello?” you said it into the phone 

“Honey, are you ditching me tonight?” you could imagine him smirking  

“No, sir! Um I'm- I'm sorry for the delay, it should be delivered soon,” you scratched your forehead trying to sound casual  

“Is everything okay?” Joel’s voice was laced with worry 

“Yes of course, sir”  

“y/n... is someone with you?” he asked as your mother finally left your room 

“Was. Yes. Mom was here, I'm sorry. I'll leave in a few minutes, just to be safe y’know”  

“’Course, I'll be here, text me”  

You waited a few minutes before you texted him before sneaking out. He had gotten out of his car when you reached him. He helped you get in the truck before himself. Unlike any other night, he didn’t wait to drive a distance before he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles, both of them.  

You were taken aback by his gesture, but your face flushed, nevertheless.  

“How are you, princess?” he asked, turning the key and started pulling up.  

“I'm okay, how’s my handsome man doing?” You hardly flirted back, and whenever you did, it made Joel's heart beat a little faster and blush creeping up his face.  

He raised his eyebrows at you, smirking. He knew he was making this week count; a week was all he had.  

You chatted the rest of the ride about the dumbest things, but it didn’t matter. You had gotten used to the roads and bridges. And you knew you were gonna miss it a lot. 

“Back of the truck or by the garden?” Joel asked as he parked the vehicle 

“Back of the truck is okay, I got a bug bite that I found out about the next morning” you complained causing Joel to snicker. 

“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets,” he nodded as he grabbed the blankets from the backseat.  

He had started to keep a spare pillow for your comfort.  

You helped him set the makeshift bed, as you both climbed in. 

“You’re flirting a lot tonight, no?” you asked, nudging his side 

“You mind?” He fake-gasped, feigned a heart attack.  

“No, I could never” you settled beside him, holding his arm between both of you 

He sighed, “I thought a lot about you today” he didn’t tear his gaze from the dark sky 

“Yeah? What were you thinking about?”  

“I was picturing you in LA”  

“Was I happy?”  

No. No you weren’t.  He knew he pictured it because he was being selfish, because it would be him who would be sad 

“Yes,” he lied instead. 

- 

The rest of the days of the week were a blur. You officially resigned from the café. Oliver helped you with a few documents that you needed. Your mom helped you with packing. And you didn’t miss a night with Joel.  

🍓🚬🍓🚬  

It was Friday night; you were leaving in the morning. You had your head on Joel’s chest as he played with your hair. Both of you were silent, content in each other’s embrace.  

“Sweetheart, can you get up for a moment?” he asked softly 

You were confused, but you sat up looking back at him. He produced a small box from his pocket. Your eyes were glued to the box, not knowing what it held inside.  

Carefully, Joel opened the box revealing a silver locket with a tiny strawberry pendant 

You gasped when you squinted to read his initial carved in it, looking up to see Joel displaying a look of admiration 

“May I?” he asked holding the delicate jewelry between his fingers.  

You quickly nodded and turned your back to him, lifting your hair with your hands. You whimpered softly as you felt the calloused skin on your neck. He removed his fingers letting the pendant fall to your chest.  

You traced it softly, adoring its beauty. Joel pulled you back from your waist and rested his chin on you after placing a tender kiss on your shoulder blade. He intertwined your fingers with his on your lap. 

“so you don’t forget me when you get to LA”  

“wh- oh yes, I'm already losing memory, who are you again?” you joked back as he chuckled 

You wished you could bottle up the sound of his laughter and keep it with you.  

“I'm gonna miss you, Joel” your voice wavered, tears welling in your eyes.  

He took a deep breath, “I'll miss you too, darling” you heard him sniff, and you turned around in his arms to see his glossy eyes and that was enough for your eyes to break the barrier and let the tears flow down 

Joel quickly engulfed you in a hug, gently rocking you, “it’ll be okay, baby, you’ll be fine”  

You let him hold you as you silently cried, and he kept pouring sweet nothings in your ear until your tears had ceased 

You detached yourself from him, he quickly wiped the remnants of the tears away, “sorry-” you began but were immediately cut off by Joel, 

“no” his voice was stern, “it’s okay to feel nervous because it’s a big step for you, but I want you to know that if you ever feel like coming back, you know where my house is”  

You nodded at him 

Silence fell between the two of you as you both settled and lied back on the pillows. Your one hand twirling the locket between your fingers, the other held Joel’s.  

You only had tonight. 

You squeezed his hands 

I love you, Joel, you wanted to say but you couldn’t bring the words to your tongue. Too scared of reality.  

He squeezed back, 

I love you, y/n, he wanted to say, but he was too scared of the future.  

You aren’t coming back to the town, it’s not worth it.  

You deserve so much more than this. 

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[littlesislovesyou]

I am and I hope get things easier soon too 😭 I just need those good days to come sooner and preferably with morning, noon and night head and sex 😩 I appreciate you always being here though ty <333

Nah like I said it's nothing you have to change. Because my mind fluctuates constantly. Like one day I'll react to big brother or Daddy in a much more excited manner then the next day I'll be more neutral and I'll just adjust my own ask in accordance but it's nothing that makes me uncomfortable if you were to call me either or all of them. All make me happy I just noticed you had adjusted for me and I wanted to appreciate your effort. It's entirely unnecessary or optional for you but it made me happy that you did it anyway when you saw that and it shows that you're paying attention to me (like I do my best to constantly do stalking you <333) and that's enough. I can always talk about it later in dms or change my mind if it makes me uncomfy but as far as I know my biggest hurdle so far here was accepting I've fallen into your blog's hole and being unable to climb out. To no longer wanting to climb out and feeling comfortable in your presence 🤭🔪

Thank you for reaffirming and reassuring that that I'd safe and welcome here always that makes me so happy 😌🫂

Yk I ask that same question whenever you tease me at work...crazy how we both know the answer to that. Because it's fun~ And we're both insanely horny...and insane. You take your pick I suppose lol but I love ruining your panties I'd love to see them ruined one day nothing would get me harder faster knowing it's what I've caused 😈 I'm so glad you think of me too and of course I've got your notifications on...how would I ever know when you're around so I can stalk you, hm? I'm glad you enjoy it though. Just imagine my phone getting a notification from the tracking device app when you're in range~ 😌👀

To answer your question...no I can't resist stalking you just like I can't resist you nor resist doing filthy depraved fucked up things to my sweet girl and taking care of you after...speaking of. I don't wanna presume. You might have mutuals you think of like that but...that puppy reblog post with all the abuse and hitting and fucking into aftercare...surely you weren't imagine that between us are you honey? Forgive me if I'm assuming too much lol but that'd be very cute if it was (and hot ><)

Of courseeee, pshh, you don’t have to thank me, if only I could be there to be the one to give you that release 💓👀 you deserve that<33

I think if we were ever in person together we probably would be like animals in heat honestly 💓😭 you have a dangerous hold over me and my pussy<3333

And also I really appreciate you just checking in on me, it means a lot to me🩷 I did feel bad because I don’t ever mean to make you wait so long! I always read your asks as soon as I see them<3

And of course🩷 that’s not a problem at all, I just wanted to be sure for future reference<3 I just wanna be sure you’re comfortable and.. enjoying yourself as much as I am;’)🩷🩷🩷

Hey now who said I was insane?;’) kiddingggg I know I am<3 but hey as long as we can be insane and horny together then I see no problems at all

Someday I’ll show you just how much you affect me;’)🩷 I’m excited to dm you someday!

Aghhh that’s so hottttt 🥺💕 hehe now anytime I post I’m just gonna be thinking about you, not that I don’t already;’) just hoping you like it and think of me<333

Hehehehe;’) and what if I was hm? 🩷

[imperial-topaz2003]

Imperial-Topaz ranks SWTOR Romances

To mark my return, I decided to do a SWTOR ranking, this time with the romances. I'm gonna stick with just vanilla ones for now, and do expansions at a later time. Also, I'm not doing any of the 'one-shot' romances, or I'll be here till the next century. Again, this is just my opinion, let me know what you think on these romances in the comments or reblogs. Anyway, this is gonna be a chonkey one, so let's get into it.

19. Kaylio Djannis

What a surprise. Anyway, she's down here for one reason in particular. She's literally the only romance option that fucking cucks you.

Yup. Honestly, Kaliyo is such an unlikable piece of shit. She trash talks you even if you're flirting with her and probably doesn't see you as anything more than a one night stand. I don't wanna look at this bitch no more. Next! 18. Doc

Yeah, you know how I feel about Doc already. The walking sexual harassment lawsuit who can't take 'no' for an answer. If you're a female knight who doesn't want to romance him (or at least wants to take things easy and not rush), you're in for an uncomfortable time. But what if you're into his flirts and return them? Is the relationship a bit healthier? I suppose, but his attitude makes it hard for me to take his commitment seriously. I just have this feeling that he'll run off to bang a hotter chick if given the opportunity. I mean, he already fled a wedding once.

So yeah, fuck Doc and his ugly ass crowbar mustache. 17. Nadia Grell

Before you crucify me, I like Nadia, okay? She's a great character. Her romance on the other hand is...eugh. There is a lot of unfortunate implications. You guys already know I'm not a big fan of Padawan and Apprentice relationships, it's just creepy for me. Also, you start romance literally after her father dies. I'm serious, it almost plays into the Sex for Solace trope. Also, the Consular is coded to be an older person, while Nadia is really young. I mean, ngl, I don't mind age difference as long as both parties are the age of majority (which, to give credit, they are) but still. Honestly, I just like Nadia better as a surrogate daughter/little sister to the Consular.

16. Corso Riggs

Yeah, Corso is...not the best in my opinion. I'll give him credit, he's got good looks and plenty of gentlemanly charm if you're into that sorta thing. But then again, his romance setup pretty much forces you to take advantage of him while he's drunk. Already that bumps him down a few spots for me. Personality wise, I find his whole 'don't hurt woman at all' shtick to get really old, especially when he does it towards women who are actively trying to kill him and the Smuggler. Buddy, you can defend yourself and still be a Gentleman at the same time. His jealousy also kinda gets on my nerves. Not my cup of tea, but I won't judge anyone who picks him.

15. Jaesa Willsaam (Dark side)

Some may not like that I put her this high, but the reason Dark!Jaesa is above the last four for me is simple: the entertainment value. Honestly, her romance is also roughly how I feel about her character: not actually 'good' per say, but so hilariously over-the-top and edgy, that I can't help but laugh. A perfect fit for a chaotic dark side Sith Warrior. However, as a genuine love interest? Not the best. There's better options you can pick for that. Also, I'm not discussing in this list Light!Jaesa, since I believe that's an expansion-only romance.

14. Raina Temple

Alright, done with the bad, now we can move onto the good, starting with Raina. She's alright in my opinion. I don't have much to say, honestly. I like her whole everywoman theme, she's cute, she's got some complexity to her, and she's not Kaliyo. Not an absolute fav, but she's good in my book.

13. Andronikos Revel

Again, not much to say. Revel's got a good arc to him: starts off casual and laid-back, but once you get to know eachother, he opens up and it becomes more serious. I also like how he's flirtatious and not an absolute creep about it...unlike a certain someone... So yeah, simple and sweet. 12. Risha Drayen

Don't have much to say for Risha, either. I like her, but I'm not crazy for her. I will admit, I do have a soft spot for the whole princess x rogue type of romance, and she is a pretty likable and personable character. I just prefer the other romance option for smugglers, but we'll get to that in a bit. 11. Felix Iresso

Someone give this man a hug, a blanket, and some snacks. He did not deserve any of the shit he went through. Hurt/comfort aside, I like Felix. He's calm, mature, friendly, and straight-forward in a good way. I know I sound like a broken record, but honestly, I am having trouble of what to say. Moving on! 10. Ashara Zavros

The one thing holding Ashara back for me is the master/apprentice dynamic. That's really the only problem I have with her romance. I just find it creepy. That aside, Ashara's pretty good. I love her character arc of her realizing the conflict between Jedi and Sith isn't as Black and White as she initially thought it was, and how it ties into her romance. I especially like romancing her with a Light Sided Inquisitor. It's just so sweet.

P.S. They did her dirty in KOTFE 9. Vector Hyllus

I know how beloved Vector is and some people are really not gonna like me not putting him the top 5. That's only because I only did his romance once. However, I did enjoy that playthrough. Vector is a very wholesome and quirky character with some interesting romantic themes. I'll have to play through him again someday. 8. Akaavi Spar

Man, I love warrior women. Especially ones who soften up over time, just like Akaavi here. I honestly have a soft spot for characters who completely wall themselves off from everyone else, but slowly begin to let other people into their boundaries as they open up. I know some people might not like me putting her over Risha, but I can't help it. Akaavi is just great.

7. Torian Cadera

Once more, not a whole lot to say, but I do enjoy Torian. His loyalty and courage are always endearing. One of my favorite moments in this game is reciting Mandalorian wedding vows with him. IDK why, but it's just so adorable for me. He, the Hunter, and Mako are an OT3 of mine. 6. Elara Dorne

Elara's romance is pretty adorable. She slowly begins to fall for you, spends time trying to adjust to a more casual relationship, and even goes out of her way to fill out heaps of paperwork and bypass regulations just so she can be with you. I love it. The one downside for me is the fact that you're her CO and she's technically sleeping with the boss. I don't hate it as much as the master/apprentice thing, but it does come a bit close. Other than that, she's great.

5. Malavai Quinn

Kicking off my top 5 is Quinn. The reason he's not number 1 is because I have a few issues with his romance. For one, you can turn the relationship very possessive and abusive as a dark side character. It's pretty scummy that the game lets you do that, and there is a sadly not insignificant amount of people who like to take that route. I won't call names, but still, it can get a bit iffy. On the other hand, if you're passive with him and respect his boundaries, his romance is considerably sweeter. It's really rewarding to see him show his undying loyalty and affection for you if you're not aggressively demanding it from him, and I love how you can rebuild your relationship after the Quincident. Really wish more people would go down that route. 4. Mako

Honestly, Mako has one of my favorite companion dynamics in the whole game, romance or not. She's charismatic and quirky gal to contrast to the generally gruff and straightforward bounty hunter, but still badass enough to keep up with them. And the romance, again, is pretty wholesome...and I'll leave it at that. Just plain cute and heartwarming. 3. Vette

Vette's dynamic with the Warrior is pretty much about the same as Mako's with the hunter. Which is why I really like her. I'm a big sucker for noble x commoner type relationships. Also in comparison to Malavai's, I like to take things slow with her, too. Instead of pushing every flirt button, it's wholesome to see her slowly come to a decision on her own and profess her love to the Warrior. NGL, though, I absolutely love how she literally jumps with joy upon being proposed to. Oh, and BioWare, how dare you make me choose between Torian and her! 2. Aric Jorgan

It's grumpy cat time. Another trope I have a soft spot for is the Defrosting Ice Queen (or King in this scenario). I love it when characters don't initially hit it off at first, but eventually warms up to eachother. Sure, when rushed, it comes off as contrived and unbelievable, but when done right, it's just amazing.

And Jorgan is just that, his friendship/romance evolution with the Trooper is a bit slow, but also believable. By the end of the story, he ends up straight up dedicated towards you. I also love how flustered he can get in romantic situations. Now if only BioWare made him bisexual... 1. Kira Carsen

@swtorpadawan and @magicallulu7 are gonna like this. Anyway, Kira might just be my favorite vanilla SWTOR companion. Playful, snarky, but still goodhearted and brave. And throughout the years, she'd still remained a favorite, both character and romance wise. I know, master/apprentice stuff, but I never see the Knight as her master. I see them more as Jedi partners (and perhaps more) if anything. I really like how you do help her overcome her past trauma and develop into a more responsible figure. Honestly, making her Bisexual in Onslaught was a chad move...if only BioWare did that for other companions. Conclusion

Holy fuck, that was a lot! Either way, I hope you guys enjoyed this ranking. If you disagree, please don't flame me for my opinions, or else I will cry. instead, tell me how you'd change the rankings and what your favorites are.

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Comfort in His Arms

Summary - Part 19 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - none

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 

Back in the apartment, Dean is met with Suzy holding a stack of books on purity and abstinence. 

“There you are, I thought I’d scared you off.”

“Never. Just had to take a call.”

“Everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah…” His eyes drift back to the DVDs sitting on the cabinet. “Actually, not really…Carmelita.”

Her gaze follows his and her eyes go wide in shock. “So, you've seen my...work. Listen, I don't blame you if you want to be assigned a new counsellor. I-I get it.”

“No. No, no. Are you- are you kidding me? I mean, you're- you're a freaking legend.”

“No! I-I am -- I'm not that girl anymore. I moved here. I changed my name. That girl was- was horrible.”

“Listen, uh, Suzy, I've seen a lot of awful things, the stuff of nightmares, okay? But you- you're the good dreams. And nobody in Hartford knows?”

“Yeah, what am I supposed to say? Oh, yeah, hey, I used to be a porn star. Let's pray?”

“Well... They do not appreciate you. I mean... the things you can do- the scene with the tacos. My g-let’s just say that was a fun one to reenact…” 

“Yeah.”

“Made me want to join a mariachi band just to be near you.”

“Well, you are now.”

“I am, aren't I?”

“You're not like... the other guys in town, are you? You're kind of a... a bad boy.” She moves in close wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I don't know. Why don't you ask me that in Spanish?”

“Eres un Chico malo?”

“Sí.” She closes the gap between their lips, pulling him close. 

He pulls her head in and hungrily kisses her back. After a moment he pulls back suddenly, “Shit! Shit! I can’t do this! Shit! I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, you just got reborn today and I’m already ruining you. Look, this was a mistake. You should go.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” He quickly leaves the apartment and walks down the street as it starts to rain. He pulls out his phone and calls Y/N’s number. It goes straight to voice mail, he tries multiple times and leaves a number of apologetic texts begging her to call him. He walks for a few more minutes before his phone starts to ring. He answers quickly not caring to check the ID.

“Y/N? Baby! I’m so sorry! I-”

“Dean?”

“Sammy! Hey.”

“You gotta come to Peoria.”

“What’s going on? I’m working a case with Bobby. Anyway, what are you doing in Peoria, you’re supposed to be at the Bunker with Y/N.”

“I know. I promise to explain everything. You just gotta get here.”

“Bobby has the car, I’m on my way to the library to meet him. You can explain while I walk.”

“It’s about Y/N, Dean. She’s gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean gone? She went to Peoria? Alone?”

“Not exactly. Listen, Bobby and I had a plan. You work a case with him while I work one with Y/N. So, we came to Peoria. But we had a fight and she left.”

“You had a fight?” Dean arrived at the library and leans against the Impala as he sends a quick text to Bobby to meet him outside ASAP. “Have you tracked her phone? The car?”

“That’s the thing, her phone and the car are still here. I think something took her when she went outside. I was inside and then there was a bright blue flash in the car park and when I got outside she was gone.”

“You let something take my girl?!” 

“I didn’t let it, Dean. She’s a hunter too, I thought she’d be okay.”

“A hunter who’s in recovery from surgery and who wasn’t thinking straight. I hope you’re damn proud of yourself.”

“She’s not just yours, Dean. I love her too. Look, I’m not the villain here. Just get here and help me find her.”

Dean hangs up and gets in the car as Bobby hands him the keys. Bobby gets in the passenger seat as Dean speeds off.

“Drop me at the motel. Jody and I got this one. You and Sam get our girl back. Let me know if I can do anything to help.”

“Blue light, Sam said there was a blue light. Same as our survivor here. Could it be the same thing? How can it be in two places at once.”

“Nearest I can tell we’re dealing with Vesta, Roman Goddess of the Hearth. She needs virgin sacrifices. Unless they went and got reborn today, she doesn’t fit the profile.”

Dean pulls into the motel parking lot and pulls out his phone in desperation. He texts Sam asking if they went to church today. “He said they didn’t visit any churches.”

“So, it’s something else. Jody and I’ll gank this God and then meet you boys in Peoria,” Bobby says as he gets out of the car. Before he shuts the door he says, “She’s a fighter, Dean, she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.”

As Bobby steps back, Dean takes off towards the highway at full speed. 

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It’s the early hours of the morning when Dean pulls into the motel where Sam’s waiting for him. He jumps out of the car and bangs on the door. “Sammy!”

Sam opens the door quickly and then sits back down at the table in front of his laptop and mess of paperwork. 

“We gotta find her, Sam. I swear to you if we don’t-”

“I know. I want to find her just as bad.”

Dean snatches the files and reads over them as he sits at the end of what was Y/N’s bed. That’s when he noticed all her bag sitting beside him untouched. He opens it and rifles through her stuff finding her knife and gun at the bottom. He twirls the knife in his hands admiring the etching of their initials. “She’s out there alone and unarmed, Sam. We gotta find her. I can’t lose her. Not like this. I can’t.”

“I know. We’re gonna find her. Just help me research.”

Dean pulls Y/N’s laptop on top of his lap and starts to research with Sam. When the sun’s starting to rise Sam says, “I'm pretty sure of it now. We're hunting a Djinn.”

“A freaking genie took my girl? You mean she’s in some abandoned warehouse somewhere being drained of her blood.”

“At least we can find her now. There’s an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. She’s gotta be there.”

Dean slams the laptop shut and tucks Y/N’s knife and gun into his jacket before standing up and rushing outside and into the car. Sam follows.

As Dean speeds off Sam says, “I wonder what she wished for?”

“Once I would’ve said I knew. But now, I don’t know. And I don’t know if she’ll fight to come back. When I got caught that time I fought hard to come back. I couldn’t blame her if she couldn’t find a reason to fight it. To want to come back to me.”

“She loves you, Dean. Pretty much unconditionally. She’ll fight for you. We’re gonna get her back.”

It’s not long before Dean’s pulling a park in front of an old dilapidated factory. They practically jump out of the car, quickly gathering weapons from the boot before making their way inside cautiously. They split up and search the rooms down the opposite ends of the hall. After searching five rooms and coming up empty, panic starts to settle in. Dean can’t stop his heart from pounding. The thought of losing her drives him to keep going. Searching room after room, tearing them apart. As Dean enters a dirty and crusty store room a bloodcurdling scream echoes through the halls. It’s a sound that breaks his heart and sends him into a fury – he’d know that scream anywhere. He sprints down the hall in the direction of the sound, Sam meeting him at the door. Dean pulls out his gun and takes the safety off as Sam opens the door in front of him. 

As soon as they enter, you start to run over to them. But your muscles are weak and you only make it a few steps before you trip. “Dean? Sam?” Dean catches you before you hit the cold cement.

“We’re here, Sweetheart. I’m here. You’re safe.” Dean engulfs you in his arms carefully. He takes in your pale skin and sunken eyes – the telltale signs of blood loss. He picks you up bridal-style and begins to carry you towards the door. As Sam opens the door you’re met with the ugly tattooed face of the man you’d met the night before. You burrow your face into Dean’s shoulder as Sam reaches out and stabs the djinn in the heart. You start to cry and Dean pulls you tighter to his chest.

“It’s over. You’re safe. I got you.” He keeps whispering reassurances to you as he carries you out to the car. He climbs into the backseat with you and continues to hold you close. After a few minutes Sam returns, having searched the room for any of the other victims. He takes the keys and drives back into town to the local hospital. Where the boys would muscle their way through this, Dean insists on getting you checked out, especially after the pregnancy.

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A few hours later you’re sitting in the motel bed in Dean’s arms. You’re feeling much better after getting some blood, fluids and painkillers pumped into your system. 

“So what was it like? What’d you wish for?”

“Like you don’t know.”

“After what I said to you last night I really don’t.”

“That hurt, I won’t lie, and we’ve got a lot to talk about but I still love you, Dean. I just hope you didn’t mean what you said.”

“I meant some of it. I meant what I said about you making me feel safe and happy. I meant it when I said I should tell you how much I love you more often. And honestly, I have felt lost since...But the rest…the rest I regret with everything I have.”

“We had a little boy, Sammy Jr., he looked just like a miniature you and he loved Scooby Doo as much as you do. And I was pregnant with a little girl. And we were happy. Married even. The whole nine yards.”

“But?”

“We were too happy. We didn’t fight. And we didn’t hunt…”

“Still not seeing an issue. I thought that was your dream. Get out, start a family-”

“Sam and Bobby died helping us get out of the life. I wanna get out Dean, but not at their expense.”

He nods and hugs you tighter to his chest. “So, how’d you escape?”

“I drowned myself in the lovely bath fake you drew for me.”

“Too bad this divey old place doesn’t have a tub. When we get home, I’ll draw you a bath and we can enjoy it together without drowning. But for now, why don’t you take a nap? I promise I’ll be here when you wake up and we’ll talk more then.”

You nod and snuggle into his embrace as he kisses the top of your head.

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ୨୧

Hi!! I had no idea who you were at first, but when I looked at your blog and saw you're @golden-jeon-jungkook, I fangirled for a moment! I was so honored you sent me this ask! I really like your blog! Bless you for the Jungkook content!! I feel like there aren't that many Jungkook biased accounts creating their own content here!

Ok, so, five things that make me happy! I'm going to cheat a bit since some of these are connected to each other...

Jungkook? And BTS (obvious answer, sorry, but it's so true, they are on my mind 24/7). Fun fact, I finally, fucking finally, saw a poster of Jungkook's third CK campaign (you know, the photo when he's leaning back against the wall, all pouty), on a CK store near me! I fucking flipped and made my mom stressed thinking something bad had happened, lmao. Nope, just finally saw a BTS member in Portugal... I took pics and everything. I'm pretty sure the store lady saw me... I also saw one of the jackets JK wore in the campaign, and it's like I could picture him wearing it - like holding the jacket was like holding Jungkook or something. I'm not crazy! but it's amazing how something so small, like a poster or clothes like the ones Jungkook wore, can brighten my day... That's BTS's power... I know that when get sad now, I'll pass by the store if I can and it'll make me feel proud of Jungkook and BTS, and happier to see my baby. Just like randomly hearing LC play on a playlist at that same shopping mall melted away the irritation and anger I was feeling at the time, leaving only pride and excitement behind...

My parents (should probably come first, lmao)

Having dinner and time to myself after a long day at work (there's nothing quite like it, I'm like 'no thoughts, head empty', just wanna chill; it's honestly the only thing that makes work seem meaningful, although that's a lie)

Going on longs walks during the weekend (it's a great way to burn calories, build muscle, and force myself out of the house! I'm all about building muscle), and, tbh, just working out in general and getting stronger (I'm proud of my arms but they should be bigger! I wish I had JK's body lmao)

The vegan pastries, cookies and sweets I buy on Friday and during the weekends (hence, why I need to work out so much)

I know it's supposed to be 5 things, but I want to add my sustainable and ethically curated wardrobe and stuff...

Anyway, thanks for the ask!!! Sorry I ramble so much! Love your blog <3

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Hold and Release

Summary: Kenny's old enough to move out and live on his own in complete freedom, the only problem is that not only does he not have enough money to rent anything, Karen is still stuck at home- at least he can talk too Kyle.

Warnings: implied child abuse, blood, panic, ambulances, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: day threes prompts was confinement/freedom, I chose freedom, although it ended up rather depressing at the end, again. So enjoy this story with bonus Karen and Ike being best friends cause I can do that, it only gets angsty after the hair dyeing segment if you want to tap out. I'm not American so I was guessing the cost of how large the price would be. anyways! if ya'll enjoyed maybe consider dropping a reblog or checking out the Ao3 port

Kenny has just turned eighteen and he's fucking free.

But he doesn't really know what to do with that freedom, especially with Karen still stuck at home. Still stuck in their parents grasp, still there to take the shit end of the stick, still being held onto like she's caught in a bear trap.

And Kenny is free to go and she's encouraging him to leave because they both know it's bad. He's free and she isn't and he doesn't know what he's supposed to do to get her out of there when he can't even afford an apartment.

He's still stuck in the same pit as much as she is, the only difference is that he could leave and they can't do anything about it now. He sleeps in the same bed, sits at the same couch, eats the same food- he can just go. Not many places but he can spend the night at a hotel if he has enough money. He doesn't, but he does have enough merit to stay the night at his partners place and let Karen tag along so she can hang out with Ike.

-/-/-/-

"Thanks for letting us stay the night," Kenny said as his partner drew him into a hug.

"Of course Kenny," Kyle said, "The Broflovski household is always open to the McCormicks."

Kenny gave a smile, "Love you."

"Love you too, now! What does everyone want for dinner?" Kyle asked, turning to face Ike and Karen.

"Kraft Dinner," Came Ikes answer, obsidian eyes being used to bait Kyle into giving in.

"Kraft Dinner works for me," Karen answered with.

"Alrighty then," Kyle said, "Me and Kenny are gonna make dinner the then we'll be able to set up a show to watch."

"Wanna play some video games?" Ike asked, attention already fixed on Karen, "I got a really cool one on my computer a while ago."

"Totally!" Karen answered with before following Ike up the stairs.

Kenny followed Kyle into the kitchen patiently, getting a pot while Kyle grabbed two boxes of macaroni. He filled the aforementioned pot with water before putting it on the burner and leaning against the counter.

"You think this is what parenthood is like?" Kyle asked, question coming from nowhere.

"What?" Was all that Kenny could muster in response.

"This, making food while kids go play somewhere else?" Kyle asked once more, gesturing about as he spoke.

"I'm just trying to get real freedom for me and Karen man, I can barely afford food for the both of us to eat and there's still broken glass on the floor, and the roof still leaks- my life is hell," Kenny explained, "I don't even want to think about parenthood when I can't even live on my own."

"Understandable," Kyle said, "You and Karen can live in the attic if you'd like."

"I would but she's not old enough to be on her own, our parents could cause mondo trouble if she did," Kenny answered with, "I don't want that for her."

"So you're gonna keep suffering, for her?" Kyle asked.

Kenny nodded.

Kyle instantly wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He squeezed him a bit, "You're so sweet, and kind, you're too good for me."

"Incorrect, you're too good for me," Kenny countered with as he pressed a kiss to Kyles cheek in response.

Kyle gave a contented hum before letting go and reaching for the boxes of Kraft Dinner. He tore them open before speaking, "So, attic, even if Karen can't stay you're welcome whenever."

"I doubt your parents would be pleased," Kenny answered with as he watched Kyle cook the pasta, the water burbling loudly.

He shrugged, "I don't really care so long as you're outta that house."

"Thanks, for everything," Kenny said, leaning over and pressing his forehead against Kyles.

"Love you too," Kyle said as he pulled down a strainer, "Go get Karen and Ike, foods basically ready."

"Be back in a minute," Kenny said, "I love you."

-/-/-/-

"You know what's really fun?" Kyle asked as he watched Kenny haul boxes across the attic, trying to clear it out enough for a futon to fit.

"What?" Kenny asked as he sat down on a box labeled as 'junk' and leaned forward a bit.

Kyle held up a small bottle of hair dye, "The color green- neon green."

"Kyle I am not dying my hair neon green," Kenny said, "You could."

"How about sky blue then? Or a couple red streaks?" Kyle asked, holding up the aforementioned colors as he spoke.

"How you got so much hair dye is the real question," Kenny said with a bit of a smile as he stood up, "I guess we could put in some red."

Kyle simply grinned as he reached further into the box and pulled out some plastic gloves that looked like they were stained with blood. He pulled out a comb next, "Meet in the bathroom, leave your parka somewhere it won't get ruined," He was already making his way down the ladder as he was spoke.

Kenny shoved aside a couple more boxes before shedding his parka in the small pile of stuff he had started on bringing over. He gently folded the fabric so it wouldn't crease too much in places the fabric was already wearing out, he did not have buying a new parka in his budget. Especially considering he'd been patching and restitching this one since he was in grade ten, he didn't grow as tall as he wanted if he was being honest.

He made his way down the ladder quick after Kyle to find him in the bathroom, one hand holding red jar, the other holding a towel stained in many colors. Kenny sat down on the edge of the bathtub and let Kyle wrap the towel around his neck and shoulders.

"So," Kyle began, "Where do you want it?"

Kenny lifted the hair at the back of his head, tugging on the low ponytail he wore frequently, "Underneath," He pulled out the hair tie and let his hair waterfall around his shoulders.

"Cool, I can do that," Kyle said as he reached for some clips and started pulling the upper layer to the top of Kennys head. He repeated the motions until he had enough to tie into a quick topknot, "Is this a good amount?"

Kenny nodded, "Perfect."

"Alright," Kyle said, popping open the bottle of red and taking a considerable amount in hand.

"This isn't gonna sting, is it?" Kenny asked, tapping cut nails on the enamel.

Kyle shook his head, "Of course not."

He took a section of Kennys hair and worked in the dye. It was lukewarm but still made Kenny shiver as Kyle pressed at his scalp, working it into the roots. He made use of the comb to pull it down to the tips of his hair, slowly doing the same to another section until he had finished the first part. He swiveled around Kenny a couple times, using his 'clean' hand to tilt his boyfriends head to make sure it didn't go to far up.

"Done?" Kenny asked, "It's sort of ticklish."

"Wait until you try bleaching your hair, it gets really stingy," Kyle said as he crouched down and swung open the sink. He pulled out two more bottles, "Now, we have two options."

"Which are?" Kenny asked as Kyle washed off the comb of the deep red hue.

"Well, we could do the tips in a brighter red, or we could also do them dark red," Kyle said, holding up both bottles. He studied Kennys expression, "I'm guessing bright?"

"Yeah, bright," Kenny answered with as he stiffened his posture.

"You're not just saying that?" Kyle asked.

Kenny shook his head, "You know me perfectly."

"Maybe I do," Kenny said, tugging off his gloves and grabbing fresh ones that he instantly doused in crimson.

He stepped around to be resting behind Kenny, using the comb to brush down the dyed bits a little more before slathering one some bright red. He worked in the color with a bit more ease, Kenny tapping his heel against the tub as he Kyle went along. His nerves were on fire whenever Kyle leaned close enough that his breath ghosted on the back of Kennys neck. He still held perfectly still despite that, the tapping of his foot paused whenever it happened.

"Now we let it sit!" Kyle said, clapping his hands.

"How long?" Kenny asked as he stood up and brushed down his pants.

"I usually go for an hour, but it only has to stay for thirty minutes," Kyle explained as he stepped out of the tub and tossed his gloves into the sink.

"Thirty whole minutes?" Kenny asked, almost incredulously.

"Yep! Thirty whole minutes," Kyle said before leading Kenny back out, "We could keep cleaning or we could bake."

"Let's bake," Kenny said, following Kyle over to the kitchen.

"Cookies?" Kyle asked, reaching for a tray to bake on and turning the oven to 350 degrees.

"Cookies," Kenny answered with, grabbing the bucket of flour and sugar, both kinds.

"Chocolate chip?" Kyle asked, reaching for the eggs and placing the carton down on the counter.

Kenny grabbed the bag of chocolate chips, "Obviously, anything else?"

"Butter, baking soda, and some salt," Kenny said, grabbing the baking soda and salt as he spoke.

"On it," Kenny said, popping open the fridge and pulling out the butter, "Softened?"

"Softened," Kyle echoed back, reaching for the measuring items.

"Softening," Kenny said as he placed the cube in and bowl and into the microwave.

Kyle slid over the flour and grabbed a large bowl, "Measure some out for me."

Kenny nodded as he dumped two and a quarter cups of flour into the bowl, followed by salt and baking soda. He slid it over to Kyle who handed him the egg carton, "Could you stir it?"

"Of course angel," Kyle said sweetly, relishing how red Kennys face was at the pet name. He whisked together the items easily, "Beat the eggs?"

"Yep," Came Kennys answer as he beat them into a smooth blend of yolk and whites.

Kyle pushed aside the two bowls as the microwave beeped, he popped it open and pulled down the butter. He dumped it onto a bowl alongside the required sugar before mixing, "Think we actually need an electric mixer?"

"Naw, it'll be fine," Kenny said, "I'm sure of it," He poured the egg into the bowl with the flour before Kyle added into the bowl.

"Just beat until it's dough," Kyle instructed as he laid down a sheet of parchment paper on the tray.

Kenny nodded, "Wait," He dropped his spoon, "Chocolate chips."

Kyle grabbed the bag, "Measurement."

"Measure that shit with your fucking heart Kyle," Kenny said, watching with intent as the chocolate chips hit the bowl, "More."

Kyle shook the bag, "I think we just ran out."

"It'll have to do," Kenny said before folding the chips into the dough until they were spread enough. He tore off a chunk and took a bite, "It's pretty fucking tasty."

"Dude, I love you, but we're baking," Kyle said, balling up some dough and dropping it onto the tray.

Kenny followed suite, "I like eating raw cookie dough sometimes," He rearranged a few balls of dough.

"We all do, but I also like eating fresh cookies sometimes," Kyle said as he pulled open the stove.

Kenny rolled his eyes as he rolled up the final few and handing the tray to Kyle. He closed the stove door after Kyle stepped back, "Ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes," Kyle echoed back. He swiveled around to check Kennys hair, "I think we're done with your hair."

"Let's go rinse it out then," Kenny said, tugging Kyle along to the bathroom.

"You look good with a topknot," Kyle said, "Especially with the colors."

Kenny gave a hum as Kyle flicked on the tub faucet, "Maybe I won't get it cut."

"Would be a waste of dye anyways," Kyle chided as he tugged the towel from Kennys neck and held up the dyed bit, "Just put your head right beside the faucet, I'll help."

Kenny raised a brow.

"Dude, trust me."

The McCormick reluctantly leaned over the edge of the tub, knees resting on a folded towel and head beside the water flow. Kyle stood beside him and ran bits of the dyed chunk through the warm water, Kenny watched as red flooded the porcelain. It was visceral, almost like blood but thinner, he really hated the fact that he could make that comparison.

"It looks pretty fuckin' red, is there any left in hair?" Kenny asked, tapping his pointer fingers on the edge of the tub.

"Yep! Don't worry, red bleeds the most," Kyle explained as he scruffed up Kennys hair, wringing out some water and rubbing off the stray dye on his scalp.

Kenny gave a hum of laughter, "Irony."

Kyle pulled on Kennys shoulders a little bit and he sat up, "It's looking pretty good, need to rinse a bit more. Kenny, rinse it while I search for the hair dryer."

"Got it boss," Kenny said, giving a mock salute before working more extra dye out of his hair.

"You might have to just towel dry it," Kyle said as he flung open the doors and rooted around for a hair dryer.

"My head is under a faucet I can barely hear you!" Kenny spat back before standing up and turning off the water, "What'd you say?"

Kyle dropped back down and plugged in the hair dryer, "Doesn't matter, now, turn around."

Kenny did as told like a dog.

He held as still as he could even when the dryer started to whir loudly, he jumped a bit when the hot air hit his neck. He did enjoy the sensation of blunt nails gently hitting his skin whenever Kyle tugged up a section to dry. He tapped his foot absently on the ground as Kyle dried his hair, it was impossibly calming. He felt like he was turning to mush just a bit with how nice it felt.

The rest of his hair came down atop it and the comb was pulled through after being briefly rinsed and dried. He swung around to look at himself in the mirror, "Damn, I look hot as fuck."

"You always look hot as fuck," Kyle said tacked on helpfully as he ran his hands through Kennys hair from the bottom up, shaking it a bit.

"I know, and you always look adorable as fuck, and perfect as fuck, and just down right amazing," Kenny said, hitting Kyle with a smattering of kisses between each compliment. It drew a bout of giggles from the redhead.

"Stop," Kyle whined, smiling all the while, drawing out the 'o' as he spoke.

-/-/-/-

"I move my pawn to capture your rook," Kyle said as swiped Stans rook off the board.

"Shit," Stan muttered as he hesitantly moved his bishop.

Kyle captured it with his queen, "Checkmate."

"You asshole," Stan said, swiping the chess pieces off the board and packing them up.

A loud banging on the front door, "Kyle!" more loud banging.

"Be back in a second," Kyle said as he stood up. He brushed down his pants before making his way to the front door.

He swung it open and he was absolutely paralyzed at the sight laid out before him.

There stood Kenny, heaving his breaths with a clear cut across his face and his hair mussed. There was a fresh tear on his parka, right on the shoulder, presumably from taking a hit for someone else. Karen lay in his arms, a horrible wound on her face, nose seemingly broken and bloody. She was passed out and fresh bruises lay on her forearms, guard reflex only saving her face for so many hits.

"Kyle, please help her," Kenny pleaded as he tried to take another step forward, his foot aching from kicking the door.

"Stan! Call an ambulance!" Kyle shouted back before Stan rushed over.

"What is it man?" Stan asked, he stopped short a couple steps from the door frame, "I'll call the ambulance, get her on her stomach so she won't choke."

Kenny nodded before taking staggering steps further in, Kyle lending an arm to lean on. He tried to gently placed her down on her front, blood dripped from her nose and Kenny didn't know what to do. Firstly he collapsed, buckling to the carpeted ground and trying not to freak out despite everything happening around him.

His little sister has a broken nose. His mom is dealing with his drunk dad. He's already spiraling out of control despite the hand on his shoulder. Stan is calling an ambulance. He won't be let in because he's too panicked. His sister is hurt, his sister is terribly hurt and he can't do anything about it except file a claim and hope it gets noticed.

"Kyle what do I do?" Kenny got out weakly, words coming out choked. His face was hot and the fact that he was tightening the hood of his parka didn't help.

Kyle reached to tug off the hood, Kenny tightened it more. He just rubbed circles on the McCormicks back, "Breath, it's gonna be alright."

"She's never had anything broken Kyle. I'm supposed to be the one who gets broken. I'm supposed to be the one who gets hurt. I always bounce back, this isn't right," Kenny choked out, drawing his knees to his chest and resting his head between them, "It's not right."

"It really fucking isn't," Kyle said, unsure of what else to say, "She's gonna be okay, the doctors have it covered."

"Kyle I can't pay for a broken nose, that's like, four thousand dollars. I literally do not have the fucking money," Kenny sobbed out as he threw back his head. Everything in his body felt tense and too hot and too cold, he just wanted to pass out or know that everything is going to be fine. That's his sister in trouble, that's his sister passed out on the couch. He doesn't know what he'd do if she was gone, "I'd rather starve than let her die because of a broken nose, Kyle she's not gonna make it because I'm too fucking poor."

"How much do you have?" Kyle asked gently.

"Not enough," Kenny said, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a small wad of bills and a credit card. He let Kyle count out the bills, watching as all of his money was spread out before him.

"That's just over two thousand dollars," Kyle said under his breath, "I can cover the rest of it."

"It's fine, I have a bunch of shit I can sell," Kenny said, raising a hand to wipe off his face.

"Well what happens when I want to help try and pay for my sister in laws medical bills?" Kyle asked.

"Really?" Kenny asked quietly, turning to face Kyle.

"Yeah. Really. I promise I'll foot as much of it as I can manage," Kyle said, he gently placed a hand on top of Kennys, "I love you, and I'm gonna help you through anything."

"Hey guys," Stan interrupted with stiffly as he leaned back and forth on his feet, shifting his weight left and right, "They said the ambulance will be here in ten, and to put ice on it."

"Okay," Kenny said quietly.

"I'll get the ice," Stan said before turning to the kitchen.

"I set up the lights in the attic if you want to come see," Kyle offered, trying to pull the subject away from Karen.

Kenny nodded a bit before standing up, "Sure, let's go check it out," He released a heavy sigh.

"She'll be fine," Kyle said as he stood up. He held onto Kennys hand, "I promise."

"Alright, I don't think they'll me on the ambulance," Kenny said, "Make sure Stan goes with her, she trusts him."

"Of course angel," Kyle said, placing a small kiss to Kennys cheek.

"You're too good for me," Kenny said as he watched Kyle pull down the attic ladder.

Kyle gives a soft smile, "I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do for the people I love."

(Kenny woke up next to Kyle and he tries his very hardest not to start crying. He doesn't deserve someone so perfect)

[big-pp-energy-ven]

This is just a miscellaneous post of my inner rants, I expect no one to engage with this other than myself when I find this post in like 5 years from now

Based on the previous reblog where it was poll on what kind of gay I was in high school, I was a choir kid (derogatory)

I say derogatory because,,, I had mix feelings about it.

I got into choir in 7th grade middle school, and was in choir up until 12th grade of high school (excluding the covid year, I was online). That's almost 5 years of choir.

Those first 3 years were alright, I might even say great. I had pretty good directors, I especially liked my 8th grade director- excusing that one time she yelled at me tho and made me cry... (maybe).

Middle school choir was about what you expect, I feel like it wasn't all that serious. No proper techniques, just... singing to the crowd. The only shit that was a constant issue was drama amongst the clique of 11-13 year olds. My 8th grade director was great cuz she gossiped with us and she fr kinda ate... she was a middle aged latina woman who had a new jersey accent... loved how real she was.

Then I get to high school choir, and of course everything is different. The director, who we called "Mama", was the sweetest woman and she made choir the best for me. She was like my 8th grade director but more sassier and a loud mouth (affectionate)

You might be saying- what was so bad about choir?

All I will say, the one thing that Mama would get on our asses about whenever we weren't meeting her expectations was attitude and egos. I've seen how some my classmates acted... she was right in most cases.

Something to admit, right off the bat, being in choir for those 3 years was the 2nd time I had ever felt lonely. I mean, 10th grade concert choir, is when I made friends with people I'm currently friends with now! It's funny because I remember seeing how my buddies interacted and I thought they were weird... but then I gradually warmed up to them and realized that I was just as weird.. (that's on that neurodivergent behavior).

While I did make friends with those weirdos (affectionate), I recognized that I spent most of my time alone. Quiet and just watching the other choir students talk and stuff. Whenever someone did talk to me, I remained friendly and said hi, but it always felt kind of forced. Like I couldn't exactly hold a long-lasting conversation. I think I spent more time listening/watching than actually talking. I did have to force myself to talk to people and be a part of a group, I didn't wanna be completely alone. Even in 12th grade, I tried my best to put myself out there... but there weren't a lot of people I vibed with except maybe like 5 of them (there were at least 50 people, btw).

I was in the beginner choir for 2 years, I was supposed to go to the bella voce (all women's) choir my 11th grade year, but covid happened...

So it was surprising when I was chucked in chamber (advanced) in 12th grade. You had to audition and do an interview to get in, and you would be added according to the schedule. Mama always found a way to get in you in multiple choirs... but I was surprised when I was put in there, cuz I didn't have to do any of it.

Mama always mentioned how she saw the best in us and knew who was hard working. Me, however, didn't see that.

I think that's when I started to develop imposter syndrome or at least started to notice it. I felt like I didn't belong in chamber. Everyone in there were great singers and were in theater as well. I know I shouldn't have been comparing myself, but it's kinda hard when you're surrounded by so much talent

I remember we were having a discussing and Mama was asking if we saw ourselves as an ensemble (a person who works collectively with their group) or a soloist (someone who's having a performance of their own... /negative). Most answered ensemble. I answered soloist, and when I explained my own reasoning, I said something like "It's not that I'm intentionally singing alone, I don't feel like I'm apart of the ensemble and I'm my own island." Mama took note of that.

I worked to better my vocals, I sang during karaoke days, and I was considered one of the strongest altos in my section, but I still felt like I wasn't trying hard enough. Senior year had become a weird period where choir became my least favorite class unlike before... I didn't hate it, but it became something I didn't look forward to.

The rehearsals felt monotonous, the drama felt constant, the current state of the world was no longer the same, and I had to worry about passing, so choir wasn't my top priority exactly. I still did what I needed to do during those last 40 minutes of the day, but outside of choir, I was focused on other stuff.

My friends were either in different choirs or were doing dual enrollment, so I was alone for the most part in that class period. Yes, I had friends outside of choir, but I only saw them during lunch. I feel like senior year was lonely... that 1 hour lunchtime didn't seem like enough time.

Now, MPA (basically a choir exam) was coming up, and we have these really advanced pieces we're performing. Mama, love her to death, was working us to the bone. She was harsh. She was critical, but I'd say it was mostly tough love... and this was also when the interpersonal drama started to ramp up, and she had gotten involved to some extent. A lot was happening now (..uh time frame, this was early 2022).

There was one day where the tension was... well tense. And Mama was not having it with us. I was stressed out of my mind at this point, I felt like I wasn't working hard enough, and it felt like I was experiencing the weight of the situation.

The rehearsal went on, and she distinctly told us, "You're gonna close your eyes and sing this right. If you open your eyes, then you aren't taking this seriously, and you don't have the right to be in this choir."

That, for some reason, got me. In the middle of the song, I got choked up and was so ridden with anxiety and sadness that I froze up. I was rubbing my pants' legs and shaking, all with my eyes closed. One of the guest teachers had to touch me to calm me down.

Of course, there was discussion afterward... I was put on the spotlight. I don't even remember what I said, but I spoke out how I felt about the performance. I was mess. I still think about that day because it makes me feel exhausted thinking about it. I remember how much I wanted to quit after that. It's been a year since that happened. I don't know why I felt so burdened during that rehearsal. It might've been due to my own fears of failing, I already had the constant thought of not being good enough and not belonging. I still don't know what set me off to this day.

I find it a little messed up to say that I was happy when I left choir and graduated. I remember seeing my choir mates crying and hugging the seniors. Meanwhile, I was just happy to get out of there. I did say goodbye to one of my favorite underclassmen. I felt no attachments to the choir anymore. The only reason why I cried is because it was due to seeing two of my favorite teachers front row (Mama and my English teacher). That got me, god.

Mama was a great teacher in terms of how she taught and lifted us up. Not only that, she was a good counselor... she was very vulnerable with us, and that, in turn, made us vulnerable with her, and she's the most supportive teacher on campus. I hope she still works there.

The only things I did enjoy from choir were the songs. I can remember a few of them. Also, I'll never forget that I listened to Ubi Caritas for 2 hours straight... I learned it, though. I can't listen to it, thought without feeling sad, as it reminds me of that rehearsal day.

My dad always asks if I'm still singing, and I would say not really... I mean, I do sing on occasion, but I still don't think I'm good. I don't see myself joining the singing career. I still have moments, though, where if/when I listen to someone sing, I listen to techniques and silently correct them. I'm glad I'm more focused on visual arts than performance arts... I was in tech theater though, that was fun.

Sorry for anyone that happened to read this entire mini Bible.. I've had this on my mind for a year.

[steviesbicrisis]

"if we don't like it, we make it gay" that isn't the point, though. so many other people have said this more eloquently than i can, but you can't claim "death to the author" when the author is alive and actively lobbying for the genocide of trans people in the uk and influencing (and funding, iirc) republican politicians in the states to do the same thing. if you say "fuck terfs" but then continue to engage with the franchise and ignore the multitudes of jewish and lgbt+ people telling you the reasons why you shouldn't, the reasons why this franchise is literally killing us, your trans and jewish friends/followers are going to be cautious of you. *i'm* cautious of you, now. you're not only supporting a terf by giving her engagement, but jkr is a fascist. i can't assume your response to this, and this isn't sent out of malice, but i hope you can ask yourself if a book series and nostalgia are more important than the real people being affected by the political career of its creator.

I'm going to answer this as best as possible, but please be mindful that English isn't my first language, so I might not be as eloquent or exhaustive as I could've been in my native language.

Leaving this premise aside, I say this with no malice nor desire to sound bitter/defensive: please take a step back and stop assuming stuff about me.

I don't even know where half of the things you said come from, I genuinely thought you sent this ask to the wrong person until I read the "fuck terfs" part.

"continue to engage with the franchise" how am I doing this? I have 1 word associated with it, that's it. Do you see me promoting the books or the movies? do I reblog stuff about the franchise? Do I go around showing anything related to this? I've stopped giving money to that author the moment I found out what she stands for. I have one post related to the franchise before I knew how big of a deal it was to make fan-related content (I thought it was okay to still go on with stuff she doesn't get money from), which I decided to not continue writing it the moment I understood it might've been hurtful to someone.

You also assume I don't listen to fellow friends/followers. The thing is, you don't know me, this is Tumblr, I do not show everything about me in my blog. I have lgbtq sources I go to inform myself on how to approach topics that interest the community but not me personally because I wanna be supportive. You also have to understand that I get my information mainly from Italian resources and the approach on the topic might be different. This is not me speaking for the Italian trans community, obviously, but they seem to not really care if you engage with fanmade content, while I see in the "internet world" trans creators who don't accept fanmade as well and some do. I simply don't know where I stand but in the meantime, I'm not engaging even with fanmade stuff just to be safe.

All of this to say, I have no problem admitting that I don't know what I should do about fan-made related content because I tried to understand but with the mixed up opinions I simply don't know. Me not knowing translates to me engaging with any content until I understand better.

I'm trying really hard to not see malice in your words to be honest, since you've been assuming so much stuff about me. Everything else you touched upon it doesn't apply to me (like having nostalgia about the books, I never once said anything like that).

All of this being said, I am sorry to know that people are cautious about me. I hope you can understand that this blog is supposed to be a happy place to talk about Stranger Things and have a nice break from chaotic everyday life and I'm really saddened to know that it isn't as lighthearted as I thought.

To the people who were disappointed/had hard feelings after reading my bio, I am sorry. I mean it, I would never write something anywhere with the intention of hurting everyone.

To anyone who reads this, I hope you don't see me in a bad light after what this anon wrote and my response, I'm trying to handle this situation the best I can and be mindful of everyone's feelings. I am far from perfect but I am trying.

(I'm leaving the bio as it is if people wanna check it out after reading this but I'm going to change it after a little while.)

[slashingdisneypasta]

For the ask game- 💔💘🏠🎤⚔️? Hope its not too much?? 🦊

Ahhh, thank you!! That's not too much at all ^^

💔 The slasher you’d LEAST like to meet IRL.

Remake!Freddy Krueger without a bloody doubt. Absolutely no thank you. Though I certainly wouldn't wanna meet OG Freddy, either. I've talked about this before- this is just not the Slasher for me 😅 I'm better suited to surviving, like... Childs Play. I'm very neurotic and very thorough XD

💘 The slasher you’d MOST like to meet IRL.

Oooh, probably Jennifer! (At least today- I definitely fluctuate! Haha) If I can befriend her I WILL XD I can put up with a lotta shit, so as long as she doesn't tryta kill me, which I suppose she wouldn't considering I'm not a boy, we can work this out XD 😅 I wanna have sleepovers and watch true crime with her!!

🏠 If you could live with only one slasher who would it be? How’s the experience?

LIVE? So you're promising that they wont kill me?? 😅😅😅 Hmm... I'm thinkin Foxy Coltrane XD Not Otis, Not Baby, none of the rest of the family (Though Rufus and Tiny do seem to be little more chill 😅 XD )- Just Foxy. I like him ^^ He's kinda chill but also kinda wild??

The experience! Well... he makes me watch his black and white movies, which is stressful because he's so passionate about them, but then he lets me force bad Slasher movies upon him- so, there's give and take XD You'd end up being the only two people who fully get each and every one of eachothers movie references! Which i think is a very underrated form of affection.

Other then that he disappears for weeks on end, which gives me a lotta blessed alone time to myself (Perfect). And he brings back weird shit to show off.

🎤 Which slasher has the nicest voice?

Uh

*shifty eyes towards This post I just reblogged.

XD Nah, really though I have a real soft spot for Chucky's voice. He can do no wrong, not with a voice like that!! Everything he says is just perfect. Iconic. And Brad Dourif's execution of each line is just- ahhh! I'm obsessed. I would watch Antique Road Show, I swear, if only Brad Dourif narrated it XD

"Its not an addiction, it is a choice. And it is NOT SOMETHING- THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE TO HIDE- IN THE CLOSET!" (That is one of my favourites XD )

⚔️ What slasher do you think you could beat in a fight?

Oh... boy... Well, I'll try and fight almost everyone as long as its not Baby Firefly honestly (That scene in 3 From Hell when the horrible guard leaves her alone, in cuffs, in a room with two mean lookin uncuffed prisoners to try and get her killed or hurt and Baby somehow fucking RIPS THEIR INNARDS OUT?? haunts me).

But um, I guess I'll go with Billy Loomis?... I will kick him so hard in a certain place that he will not be able to speak for several days. Honour code? Not me thanks, if someone's coming at me I will go for the balls, the face, the throat, the nipples, the hair- whatever I can get at.

I was gonna pick Drayton but I just dont want to... I love him!!...

Please 🦊! - if you want to- tell me your answers to these questions!! ^^

[thatwriterwiththeblock]

Been a while since I thought to update my QP playlists! I kind of forgot I was posting those here and I haven’t been listening as much, but it’s grown!

You can find past posts for these under #qp playlist, and the OG playlist can be found here.

Feel free to comment or reblog with more songs for the collection 👀

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Follow Through by The Altogether

- And I'll make you happy, hon/If you let me feel a ray of your sun/And although this promise to you/Might seem hollow, I will follow through

Bloom by The Paper Kites

- Shall I write it in a letter?/Shall I try to get it down?/Oh, you fill my head with pieces/Of a song I can't get out

World is Ending by Matt & Kim

- Please tell me what you want from me/I gave it all I got and the world is ending/You worry about everything/But wash it all away cause the world is ending

No Choir by F&TM

- And if tomorrow it's all over/At least we had it for a moment/Oh, darling, things seem so unstable/But for a moment we were able to be still

Sinners by Lauren Aquilina

- So let's be sinners to be saints/And let's be winners by mistake/The world may disapprove/But my world is only you/And if we're sinners then it feels like heaven to me

The London Air Raids by Vian Izak

- But I know that I'm safe here with you/'Cause we made it through everything, the old and the new/Just wake me up when all this is over/Wake me up and tell me it's not true

Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe/FINNEAS

- We've been living on a fault line/And for a while, you were all mine/I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart/I swear that I'll be yours forever/'Til forever falls apart

Glory by Bastille

- And then you put your hand in mine/And pulled me back from things divine/Stop looking up for heaven/Waiting to be buried

Guillotine by Jon Bellion/Travis Mendez

- The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave/There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway/And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed/I know that you love me, love me

Ghost Stories by The Narcissist Cookbook

- There is a 'how, ' I suppose, don't really understand it though/Maybe if I dug around a bit in the soil/I'd find out where all this love comes from and what it's for/But then the question would be answered/Ghost story would be over

anarchy by Egg

- And I hope when the end comes around/We'll be old enough to spend it in a house that we found/Hiding in our secret rooms to keep the zombies out/And never running out of silly things to talk about

Ancient Rome by Kayla Seeber

- I'll be the jester/As long as you are the queen/Make a fool out of me/I wanna be the source of your laughter

Romance is Boring by Los Campesinos!

- You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, still yawning/We're proving to each other that romance is boring

Grilled Cheese by Peach Face

- You got me sleeping in my makeup/Ruining your pillow cases/Never wanna wake up/Too lazy to tie my laces

Aromantic Moodboard by Maxwell Anthony

- And my Aromantic Moodboard makes it cool to be alone/A collection of bad poetry and photos on my phone/And you're the closest body to me/I think that I'm in love

Shitty Gay Song About You by Ezra Williams

- I'm listening to the songs you told me to/I don't really like them, but I'll pretend for you/I'll learn some lyrics, so I can sing when you do/But I keep thinking of only you

Dance With You by Caitlyn Kinnuen/Isabelle McCalla

- I just wanna dance with you/Let the whole world melt away/And dance with you/Who cares what other people say?

[lasttree-garsennon]

I posted 3,979 times in 2022

That's 3,630 more posts than 2021!

144 posts created (4%)

3,835 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@parsnipt

@injuries-in-dust

@nitewrighter

@mujhe-rone-do

@a-really-hot-caterpillar

I tagged 405 of my posts in 2022

#oldie answers - 64 posts

#me - 22 posts

#me and who? - 11 posts

#struggles of oldie - 9 posts

#protect psy - 7 posts

#same - 6 posts

#purple my beloved - 6 posts

#protect sana - 4 posts

#the machine uprising - 4 posts

#good - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#uh no you can't you can get one for a bike that doesn't have gears but not for a car unless they recently changed the rules

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Orange

I want to get to know you too

26 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

@mujhe-rone-do what THE FUCK are you doing up

29 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#3

okay so like

first tehre was a lot of confusion abt which subjects we had

then somehow out of three two subjects students already got fixed and locked

so when the third subject teacher asked who wanted to do this one day before the festive vacation i raised my hand

and she picked everyone except for me and one other girl

she picked the girl sitting DIRECTLY NEXT TO ME and not me

nd im very good at SST btw i love social science and i get good grades in that out of 20 i got 19.5 last time so im validated too

and

i was like what no i am gonna do this

so i approached her and said "hi helo i wanna do this" and shes like "we have like 7 ppl already..." but i insisted so shes like "okay ill keep you as an extra" and drew a line under my name and put my name along with the other girl whom she had not picked lets call her s

so

then

she forgot (??) to put me in the gc in which they were discussing it

but she put s

lmao

and it was the vacaction and i dont have my own phone nor the teachers contact info

so i just. didnt know till after the holidays upon which i appraoched her and asked why i wasnt there and shes like oH oOPs or whatever and tells me i can help out if they need anything

so i went there but the kids just basically made me gvethem my statinary and then treated it like trash

and then disrespected me (whole diff incident) upon which i got mad and called a kid who had been dismissing me very much a problem and then i felt bad cuz i usually dont do shit like that like i just

dont say mean stuff back

but i did

anyway so

none of the kids, all of whom were in my class, reminded her i was supposed to be there too

idk if they forgot or what but s was literally next to me she knew she approached the teacher at the same time as me

so like. wow. after all my effort, after almost dying with the sleep deprivation and work load im just. forgettable. lmao

Do no harm but take no shit it's good you said some mean stuff to them and your teachers an idiot

Also you're not forgettable not to me

31 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

ahhghgdhgaha i very tired today but i lots of tasks to finish

ill just tell you what i have to do and then update you with how many i finished if thats okay; if it's not just ignore this ask

finish textbook russian revolution

friend 1's early christmas present readied

friend 2's ''

finish cover 1 of TMOD

finish chem homework

english entrepreneur assignment

of this i have done eactly one aka chem homework i got other tasks done which i didnt write down tho

It's okay if you only manage to finish Chen homework today I'm proud of you

63 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HELO HELO how does one flirt with a cis boy

in theory i know how and usually i can but i have exactly 1.5 weeks to make this work and i need it to go well and hes a hyperactive adhd as FUCK bitch like me so we bOTH KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED AND LOW KEY AWKWAR CUZ WE DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO

HELP PLEASE HSKHDKS

Sorry kid you came to the wrong place

I know exactly nothing about flirting

Let alone het flirting

129 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

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[kazewhara]

petrichor.

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha

# — warnings: brief description of making out

# — tags: fluff, modern au, reader's got it bad for kazuha, yes this is self-indulgent, tiny angst drop

# — notes: i'll go stand in the naughty corner now. it's almost 4 am and i'm still stuck on masked kazuha. i was supposed to sleep. i'll stop now, promise. as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

wanna join the tag list?

✧ — 🍁 — ✧

"can i...?"

you tentatively reach towards his mask, your fingers hovering over the material in question. the man before you reaches up and closes his hand around your wrist gently. "what are you asking for?" he asks in return.

you swallow thickly, your mouth suddenly too dry for you to form the right words. you wish you could see his eyes better so you could have a clue as to what he's thinking. you only ever know that he's looking at you from the way the hairs on your body stand on end. right now, your entire body is on alert, prickling at the feeling of being watched. "i..." you reply dumbly. "i don't know."

"you're lying." he tugs you closer by your wrist, so that your nose is practically touching that of the mask. if his face was uncovered, you would be sharing a breath. "tell me the truth." his voice, though muffled by the mask, cuts straight through your senses. outside, rain begins to fall, the battering of raindrops on your windows filling the silences left between his words. "what do you want?"

it amazes you, it really does, how you've come to this point with him. three months ago, you were afraid that this man would turn his katana on you for having seen him carrying out his missions. you were, and still are, a liability, one that he should have taken care of long, long ago. yet here you sit, across from the man whose true name you don't even know, shuffling in place as you hesitate to ask to kiss him.

your feelings for this man, who introduced himself as 'momiji' for the sake of anonymity, came as no shock to you. call it cliché, but it was impossible not to fall for this masked stranger. he's the reason why you walked away from your first encounter with your life; he's the reason why your first aid stock has tripled in size over the past few weeks; he's the reason why your friends have had to shake you out of a daze at least once everyday.

and though he carries a lethal weapon on his person at all times, and though you've seen him in action, drawing blood from the throats of many a man, he's carved out a space for himself in a corner of your heart and securely tucked himself away.

the man's grip tightens on your wrist. "are you not going to answer me?"

you blink yourself back into reality. this is why your friends tease you these days. "no, that's not it." you hurry your response. you had a plan to answer him but got so lost in your thoughts that you forgot it. now that you've remembered where you are and what it is that you want from him, you find yourself back at square one.

you trust this man with your life and from the way he acts around you, you assume he trusts you with his. he wouldn't let you tend to his wounds so often if he didn't, you remind yourself. you have to tell yourself that you trust him, you do, and you respect his decision to keep his identity a secret, but no longer can you dampen your curiosity. that, coupled with your feelings for him, have led you here.

you let your fingers brush the side of his mask. it's made of a firm plastic, you note, and it covers the entirety of his face. you can't even see the corners of his eyes like this. "you know... that i trust you, right?" you whisper.

the masked man breathes a soft chuckle. you wonder what his smile looks like. "haven't i told you that that's a bad idea already?"

he has. many times. "then why do you keep giving me reasons to?" you retort. you admit that you sound a bit childish, but in your defense, he didn't have to make good on his promise to ensure your safety during the nighttime. after your fourth meeting, he promised to watch over you whenever you headed home from work. from that day onward, you hadn't had any run-ins with muggers or shady figures. it was always only him, if and when you came across him. how could you not trust him?

"touché," he agrees, letting go of your hand. he's letting his guard down. "i've been too nice to you."

"still, i wanted to thank you," your words come out rushed and airy, and you pull yourself back a few inches for your sanity, "for keeping me safe... and alive, i guess."

there's a snicker from beneath the mask. "you guess?" he releases your wrist. "i won't reject your gratitude," he folds his arms over his chest, "but you first need to tell me why you were reaching for my mask."

you suddenly feel the confidence bleeding out of you. "i, um.. it's tied to my, uh.. gift. for you." you hate that you spent days working up the courage to be so bold with someone like him, and now all of your hard work was crumbling by the second.

but for someone with quick reflexes, he sure is slow to catch on. he tilts his head silently, encouraging you to continue. you try to drown out your apprehension with the sound of the rain pouring outside. you move closer to the man, trying to rebuild the foundations of your confidence.

"i won't ask you to take off your mask." you lean back in to where you were before, your eyes scanning the mask. you wish you had x-ray vision right about now. you can practically feel the way the man examines you up close. you wish you could see the way he's focusing on you and you alone. "not completely."

he sits up straighter. "you want to see a part of my face?" he's quiet as he seemingly thinks it over. "i don't think i can--"

"i want to kiss you." you finally blurt. your face begins to burn. "if... if you'll allow me to. if not, that's okay. i just think this would be... an adequate reward for saving my life." when he says nothing for more than thirty seconds, any and all conviction you may have had vanishes. "alright then."

but just as you start to move away, he takes your wrist in hand again, and you freeze. "where... do you plan on kissing me?"

you gawk at him, too stunned to speak. instead of replying verbally, you just tap at your own lips. was he agreeing, then? you screw up your face a bit before you chuckle, the peculiarity of his question finally settling. "where else would i kiss you?"

"fair point." he places your hand on his mask then, and nods slightly. "not my whole face." his words are a warning. you'd be remiss if you didn't pick up on that.

your throat closes up, choking you. you nod in return, not trusting your voice. you hook your fingers on the underside of the mask and your knuckles brush his chin. already, your heart is fluttering in your chest; you think it stupid, considering how you've already seen him half-undressed by this point. slowly (and without breathing), you push the mask up, revealing his lips.

the lips of another person shouldn't be so astonishing to you. everyone has them, and it's not like you were expecting him to not have any, but you most certainly weren't expecting them to be so... pretty, for lack of a better word. entranced by him, you trace his cupid's bow with your thumb, your eyes widening at how soft his lips feel against your fingertip.

his lips start to curl into what you assume is a smile. pretty, you think -- it's all you can think. pretty, pretty, pretty.

"is this how you kiss people nowadays?" his smile only grows, revealing the prettiest set of white teeth.

your brain switches on at his taunt. "you're pretty." you tell him matter-of-factly. "this is all i'll ever get to see of you, so i'm taking my time."

that shuts him up immediately. his mouth opens and closes a few times before he gives up with a sigh. "i see."

you lean closer, close enough that your lips are almost brushing his. "are you sure about this?" you ask him one final time. maybe it's just you, but you feel a sobering sense of finality. the last thing you want is for this to be the last you see of this man.

rather than answer you, he takes your face in one hand and closes what little distance there was between you two. plush lips press against your own and you gasp, obviously not expecting this. you move your lips hesitantly and he does the same, taking your breath away. the sound of your lips connecting does wonders for your heart, each one burying itself deep into your memory. you savor every bit of him that he gives you, not letting a single second pass you by.

then, he pleasantly surprises you with more. he pauses the kiss for a bit to whisper something special.

"kazuha." his voice is on the deeper side and his lips are still hovering over yours. before you can ask what that's supposed to mean, he slots his mouth over yours again. it isn't until his tongue brushes your bottom lip that you realize he just told you his name.

kazuha. kazuha, kazuha, kazuha. it plays like a broken record in your head and you whisper it like a prayer when you let him deepen the kiss. it gives your feelings -- your love -- some more meaning. he takes your every iteration and swallows it down as he licks into your mouth, returning the favor with some mutters of your name as well.

outside, the rain continues to pour, bathing you two in the moment.

✦ i... i have no words. but i realize that i have revealed that i wanna make out with kazuha, and that i have a thing for kazuha with a mask and saying his name over and over. just.. kazuha. that's it.