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bootyful-seventeen · 4 months

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Oh gosh okay so I went back to marinating more on long haired Jihoon, but specifically long haired Jihoon getting pegged has me chewing on the bars of my enclosure to get out

Like just think of how pretty he'd look when he's on all fours and your fucking into him!! His chest blushed and heaving from how needy he is for you and the way your touch just feels so good and electric running along your skin! Your fingers then threading through his hair to pull his head up to see his thoroughly fucked out and flushed face in the mirror you placed in front of the bed. His eyes rolling back into his skull as cute little whimpers and cries slip from his lips when you brush your lips along his shoulder and licking up his neck before nibbling on his earlobe. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh and even the louder moans he'd make if you gripped his cheeks in your hands and pounded him into the mattress, his back arching so nicely that you can't help but run a hand up his spine and wrap his long hair around your fist while he trembled underneath you whimpering about how he's gonna cum. Your eyes dropping down to watch his slick hole swallowing your strap on with ease from being played with for so long before getting bent over. Jihoon's whines getting louder from hand slipping between his thighs to jerk off his leaky cock until he's releasing spurts onto the sheets under him. Tears springing from his eyes as you fuck him at a harder and faster pace until he was left gasping for air, his thighs shaking from keeping his ass up when your strap slips out of his trembling hole and a relieved smile on his face as you cooed about how good he was for you, and how he looks so pretty all fucked out like this between kisses along his spine

#seventeen smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut #i'm sorry i'm back in my geto jihoon thoughts of him with some long hair. like long ass hair like him and this started cuz #i saw a post on ig from the alley saying that they'll have more jjk merch coming soon and i really wanna get the keychains #especially since my slutty little toji is included too like oh my god #but yeah i think i might be good enough to try writing again but bit by bit #mostly cuz the ways i've been coping with stress and anxiety hasn't been as effective but writing this has helped me calm down a bit #and get me focused on something else cuz i've had too many peer reviews that i think i should probably get assessed by a doctor soon #but yee ya girl sammy is making baby steps of a return rn since writing this didn't feel draining at all and it made me so happy!!!#this shit has me feeling like austin powers when he got his mojo back lmaooooo #m:jihoon

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heavywoolcoat · 7 months

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#hi lads #i got my mojo back #so i thought I'd try to get rid of it by doing inktober👍#(i give myself exactly 3 days before i start ripping my hair out👍)#anyway #here's day one #the prompt is 'dream'#(the promts are rubbish this year... too)#anyway 2.0 #inktober?#pinktober #syd barrett #pink floyd #art?#art

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picnokinesis · 2 years

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I have done SO little art this year it’s terrible, but here’s a piece i did for the @thirteenfanzine back in February! Extremely proud of how this one turned out and I’ve been dying to post this since then hahaha

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #jodie whittaker #jo martin #fugitive doctor #ruth doctor #doctor who flux #ONCE AGAIN #I DRAW THE PINK TREE #taka draws #doctor who fanart #dw fanart #thirteen #the doctor #i'm so tired lads #but i'm trying to get my mojo back #one day i'll draw a full piece again lol

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yoinkschief · 8 months

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Hello Jay, I would like to hear your headcanons about Tom and his mom 👀👀👀 Go on, speak into the mic 🎤

AAA HI NEIL I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Taps mic 🎤 ahem

Buckle in cause this got absurdly long I did not expect to get this long omll

So I guess I'll begin when he was younger,, when his mother and father first got married they were just going into their 30s, and while weren't actually trying for a kid they did end up having one: Tom

Barbara (Tom's mom) was ecstatic at having a kid whereas Peter (Tom's dad) was terrified, he knows he has anger issues and is very aware of how he's gotten easily frustrated with children in the past and doesn't want to get angry towards his soon to be son (though Barbs has been a dear with helping him and his anger, truly he'd be in jail by now if not for her)

Fast forward a bit, Tom's born and while Peter isn't magically cured of any anger issues, Tom is just the sweetest little guy and he, genuinely throughout his fatherhood, has not once gotten angry at his son. Gotten angry a good few things, but his son and wife weren't in that list

Tom is also born completely nonverbal (this is a little reference to how 2004 he's drawn without a mouth,,, I know that all the characters are at this time because mmm animation but in most fanart of 2004 only Tom is the one kept without a mouth because that and his one eye gives him creechur vibes I love it so I incorporated it like this) due to his autism, and he did get formally diagnosed early on due to this

It's a bit of a struggle trying to figure out what he's saying but he's a quick learner for how to read and write so if he can't get what he's trying to say through hand motions or actions he'll go and write it down (at least when he gets around 5yo, the years before were hard and they had to learn a weird, Tom version of sign language,, to clarify not actual sign language just learning what motions of his mean what)

One interaction I think about a lot with Tom and his mother is in Tom's youth when he's, maybe, 4? And he sees his mom shave her hair for the first time. Tom didn't like the sudden change as she looked like a different person and was having trouble understanding why it was gone

It took Barb a while to fully understand what he meant, why he was crying and whatnot, but finally able to sit him down in her lap he started making a lot of motions towards his own hair and then Barb's, and the interaction goes something like this:

"Are you talking about my hair?" Barbara quietly concerns, gesturing to her now bald head.

Tom made small grunts with wide eyes, rocking in his mother's lap incessantly.

"Okay, okay," She nodded holding her son's hand gently in her own- less so holding and more resting them in her own. "It's gone, baby."

Tom didn't seem to like that answer, shaking his head no with his hand reaching up to grab and tug at his his in distress. His eyes were screwed shut, why would his mom do that? But Barbara was quick to respond with carefully holding her son's hands again, their fingers interlaced as he squeezed on her hands instead in his temper.

"You don't like that it's gone?" She tilted her head to the side, bringing Tom's hands away from his face and towards her chest.

He shook his head no with an upset grunt, swinging his hands (and by proxy his mother's) side to side to drive the point further.

"Ohh,, pumpkin," Barbara gave Tom a sad smile, resting their hands in her lap as she gave him a small, reassuring squeeze.

"It’ll be alright-”

Tom hated that answer more, giving a frustrated noise as his eyes started welling with tears.

“Honey,” Barbara frowned at the tears coming out of her child’s eyes, it hurt to see him so upset, gently running her thumb along his cheeks to swipe them away. “I’m still mama, I’m still you mom.”

She led Tom’s hand over her heart, letting him feel the steady beating of it. The constant and steady pattern of thumping seemed to entrance him for a moment until his mild rocking and distressed noises slowly came to a halt.

“See? It’s still me, baby.” She cooed, running her thumb along the back of her son’s hand. “My hair is gone, but I’m here.”

“Sometimes, in life,” Barbara began, setting Tom’s hands down in his lap again now that he was calmer. “things change, and we can’t control it. Like my hair, you couldn’t control that, could you?”

Tom looked up from watching his hand feel the steady movement of her heart pumping, looking up at his mother’s face. He still looked displeased and upset, but less so, even going as far as to reach for where her hair used to be, trying to grab at the air around her head like it was still there. Fruitless.

She held his hand again, pressing it against her cheek with a broad smile, one she gave him often. He couldn’t keep his resentment for long, giving his own goofy smile back with a giggle. The way her gap tooth showed when she smiled that big was forever burned into his memory, only disappearing from her face so that she could kiss the palm of her son’s hand.

Tom shook his head, frowning at the thought but keeping a wide eyed expression to his mother as she continued her lesson. She smiled to him once again.

“Well, that happens a lot in life.” She sighed, cupping Tom’s cheek in her hand. “And no one likes it, you’re not alone for thinking that. But what you can control is how you deal with the change. Like how you showed me how upset you were, so now we’re talking about it. Do you feel better about it now?”

Tom took a moment, eyes casted down as he thought on it. He gave a small nod as he looked back up at her.

“Good.” She beamed. “And from now on, I’ll do my best to let you know beforehand when I make a change like that, alright?” She kissed Tom’s forehead, causing the child to give a small giggle. That was her favorite noise.

Now, Tom was always a Mama's Boy (not in a derogatory way, he just loved his mom a whole hell of a lot) but even moreso after his father died. They both were grieving and so it caused them to cling closer together because of it, to the point that had it not been for his friend (at the time only Matt, but later Edd too as this was before Tord was introduced to the friend group) he probably would've completely self isolated

They do a ton of things together as Tom gets over and they both eventually heal from Peter's death, baking, sewing, shopping, watch movies, anything they can do when they have the chance to hang out together

They were so close in fact that Barbara was genuinely the first person he came out to for being nonbinary (He/They pronoun user :) ) and of course she loved him unconditionally, but he didn't even tell Matt, Edd or Tord (now in Highschool and having been introduced to delinquent) that yet

However, later in his highschool years, around late Junior year (11th grade) or early Senior year (12th grade) of highschool his mother dies as well. Not from a freak bear with a gun attack though, instead from Pneumonia, which is something she tends to get a lot and always had in her youth, and while it usually isn't fatal and there is treatment and whatnot and she definitely took as much as help as she could, this time just hit different it seemed.

This really fucked with Tom during some of his most important years of his life and caused him to go into a BIG depressive episode for a long long time

Side note that I guess also kinda applies: Had it not been for Tord being just as stubborn of a jackass as Tom, he would've completely self isolated. Edd and Matt helped a lot in his youth but he also had his mom to encourage him, but now with his immediate family all gone he didn't see much of a reason to interact with people. And where Edd and Matt lack in persuasion, Tord more than makes up for in the lack of giving a fuck and would literally drag Tom outside even if he was kicking and screaming. This is mostly because Tord is second only to Tom himself in how durable he is, like a brick shithouse (built like one, too) and not afraid to make Tom hate him if it meant getting him better in the long run (a running theme I have for their relationship :) they're less so "GRR I HATE YOU I HOPE YOU DIE /GEN" and more of like have this weird understanding with eachother where like "I'll literally kill you if you touch me but I'd kill anyone you touched you" type beat, unafraid to get the other to hate them for the greater good because they have the understanding that they wouldn't do something so wildly stupid for no reason. Yes that plays into The End and the future events of WTFuture)

I love them so much oh my god you have zero idea

Anyway, TL;DR

Tom and his mom are extremely close and helped each other get through the worst of times while Tom continues to learn the lesson of "everything changes, it's out of your control, and you can only control how you proceed with it"

#jay talk #jay answers #also i just wanted to add: the reason Tom's mom is bald has nothing to do with any sort of illness or genetic disorder #she just was like “fuck it” and decided she wanted to shave it off #i know that sounds weird but i try to incorporate it in the way she dresses too #i chose this because one: [insert bowling ball joke here]#and two: to show her openness as a character and that's got nothing to obscure who she is #not wearing layers. usually not wearing long sleeves unless it's cold. same thing with pants and they're usually skinny if she does #character design is my passion and psychoanalysis is my game I'm sorry you have to deal with it lol #i really need to draw her more i love Mrs. Barbara Inkwell #and thank you Neil for asking this #I'm bursting at the seams /pos #and I'm trying to get back into the writer grind 💪💪 so this helps lol #sorry it took me so long to respond to this ask lol got my creative mojo back so I'm grabbing it by the reigns and multitasking #to the best of my ability without burning myself out that is #i guess i'll add the ew tags cause this is like a headcanon rant so #eddsworld #ew #ew tom #tom #ew tom's mom #tom's mom #ew oc ?#barabara #barbara inkwell #peter was mentioned #fun fact: he took barb's last name cause he despised his own last name :)#also her name's inkwell and that's sick as fuck #eddsworld headcanons

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shelikestv · 2 years

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"Maybe you should have left," Dean says.

He isn't sure if it’s an accusation. Maybe grief? No, fuck, it's always that.

Cas laughs anyway, lungs scratchy. Naked limbs and smoke wrap them hard and tight and it's these moments that feel the least secure.

Dean can be an asshole, but somehow Cas is even more of one–he huffs, shaking his head and says it:

"I know I should have."

There’s a before and after.

Dean has never loved like this, never lost like this–before Cas, after Cas.

The night sky is smudged through the window, sun set but light not fully gone. Dean's mind feels the same--desaturated. He wants to leave, but the warm weight by his side keeps him breathing, heart beating. An angry, needy comfort.

The overhead fan turns too slow, barely scooping air and Cas bites his lip.

"C'mere," he says, and pulls Dean in.

Nobody is the strong one here, but if there were it'd be Cas. Yeah, he might be fucked on pills, but there are places crumbling inside Dean that only he can reach.

His hands are soft, far away.

Not long ago, he’d always stood too close, too much–before Dean, after Dean.

The air is charcoal-ringed, moments warping, forging.

"Don't say it," Cas tenses, clamping tight lips around a cigarette and shuffling cold toes into the blanket.

But Dean’s an asshole, too:

“You stayed, anyway.”

On the outside it looks like gratitude. They both know better. Cas’s skin has spots to prove it–Dean grips too tight inside the bedroom, and he's constantly bruising him. He never says anything, but he thinks he might need evidence to breathe. Without it Cas is too slippery. Without it, he'd fade away.

Cas doesn't complain. Dean thinks he needs it, too.

The stars in the window are starting to poke through the sky one at a time. Camp Chitaqua isn't even quiet really, but Cas is, exhaling rings of smoke and staring like he's paralyzed.

Dean crawls on top of him, diving deep. He’s kissing him hard and biting, hard and scared.

It’s a sinking ship.

It shouldn’t matter.

But when he opens his eyes, for a moment, anyway, Cas is back, gaze lazarus blue.

“Don’t leave,” Dean says, even though it’s him who feels halfway out the door.

Their skin shines and for a minute they’re the moonlight.

Cas doesn’t break eye contact.

“I don’t want to.”

It hurts. Loss on loss, world getting smaller.

Cas stayed. Dean needed it. Sometimes Dean wished he would have gone.

The truth is, though, Cas never says it.

He should have left.

He should know it.

He never says it.

“Did you ever want to? Would you?” he asks, weight on Cas’s stomach, legs straddled, feeling small and lost and warm.

Cas twines their fingers. The camp is descending into darkness. They’re both cracked and descending, too.

Before and after. He’s not sure he’d rewind time, even if he could. There’s so little of it left, and it scares him how possessive he’s become of every second.

He’s gripping too tight again.

Cas kisses him softly, gently back.

Sweaty foreheads connect. Cas is lucid, serious, yet soft in his jaded kind of way. Their words get lost in shadows, but this one sticks.

One word.

Always the same.

It’s not a love confession even if it’s meant to be. It might hurt more. It might be deeper, better. It’s a wound and it’s a promise:

“Never.”

#guys idek what this is #a writing exercise really #to try and get my mojo back #lindsay writes #destiel drabble #angst #endverse!destiel #spncreatorsdaily

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salty-rey · 11 months

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Something that I was working on before losing enthusiasm lol

#trying to get my mojo back #sundrop #fnaf #fnaf sb #self insert #rubberhose #cartoon

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semperintrepida · 5 months

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"It's said that Spartans appreciate the sight of a woman's thighs."

I might be writing on something that isn't my novel. 👀

#unlike those uptight ATHENIANS #honestly just trying to get my writing mojo back #after a couple of weeks away from the grindstone #regaining my motivation has been a struggle #oh hey i can still write kyssandra in a happy relationship 😅

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stcrforged · 9 months

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inbox call (and please specify character or i will just choose randomly)!

#‧₊˚✩ REWRITE THE STARS ₊˚✩ / starter call #for new and old mutuals ofc <3 #trying to get my mojo back #gonna reblog this tomorrow too

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stillresolved · 1 month

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( verse: a string of pearls - 3/??? hcs )

aeri is les*bian. she has dated men in the past and very publicly too. these relationships never lasted for long, the longest one lasting about a year. the media used to say that aeri collected men, the way she collected handbags

this is mostly because either a. of her insistence on putting work and art first or b. they ended up realizing she was actually high-maintenance aka someone who wouldn't be pleased with just being given finery and luxuries.

this isn't to say that aeri doesn't have experience with girls. those relationships just ended up being more on the dl due to u know, family expectations–

even if she is considered the family disappointment, girl still has to keep her reputation clean....her mother used to the say the only way aeri could possibly redeem herself is by marrying and having kids, especially since 'perfect sera' wasn't doing so hot in the latter category...

it probably should have been a sign that she wasn't attracted to men since she ended up being more emotionally invested in the women she had relationships with...

she met her longtime girlfriend & now fiancée, devora diana song (@devangelis), at one of her family's work functions. initially, aeri thought deva was a suck-up seeing how deva would shamelessly approach the other cliques that always formed at these functions...deva was only here to kiss up to aeri's father and brother, probably

this perception changed when aeri learned that deva is a self-made CEO, which would explain her braziness.... it also helped that when deva talked to her, she actually treated aeri like a human with her own opinions. amongst all the reporters who write about aeri's string of blow-ups, deva is one of the few who actually tries to get both sides of the story

so aeri took it upon herself to help deva adapt to the cutthroat society the kangs rule, whether that's dressing her or informing deva on the more intricate and subtle norms of chaebol society

and of course, a relationship ended up blossoming from the sheer amount of time they spend together.

I do think that deva is probably the reason aeri got the courage to further pursue her designer career.

unlike previous relationships, aeri kept the relationship private at first. for first time, this was a relationship she actually wanted to work out. only her cousin and a few friends knew about the relationship

of course, that went crashing and burning when one of her friends blabbed to dispatch about the relationship in exchange for clout...and perhaps to curry some favor with the kangs? after all, aeri is the outcast of the family, being friends with only her doesn't really mean much–

the girl also had the nerve to come to the next kang function in a very beautiful white dress that aeri designed and sewed herself.

aeri was told 'not to engage with her' and to 'keep a low profile while the family lawyers sorted her mess out (again)'; however, seeing her (ex-)friend looking like the queen of the ball after leaving a mess that for once, aeri wasn't even responsible for–

well, we can't have that can we? cue a scene like this except aeri is the instigator and she makes ari look nice :) she splashes red wine on the girl's dress and grabs her by her hair

"bold for vermin to show her face around here. with a face like that wearing my dress, i thought it needed some...alterations. of course this'll the last time i lend dresses out to two faced assholes. how about I tell people about where you got your nose done in return?”

more to be added!

#( about: a string of pearls. )#polish your rage like a diamond ( aeri. )#( verse: a string of pearls. )#annnd here’s the devari post 💕#Been helping my parents with moving so #not as much time to write/do other things 🥲🥲🥲🥲#I also need to get back to ppl ooc too 😅😅😅#…and outside of tumblr as well 🥲#ANYWAYS pls take this in the meanwhile while I try to get my writing mojo back on here once more 😐

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fanficwriter284 · 8 months

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Can we have some our favorite couples angsts (childhood angst)

Of course Anon! Hehe I seriously need to get back into writing! So!! What’s better than some…ANGST

It was a rather dim Thursday evening, the rain had been lightly drizzling, each droplet seeming to race each other down the window frame of Tiffany Valentine's home. Normally she’d watch the insignificant droplets stream down the glass, however, today was different. Charles Lee Ray, or Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt as she had recently learned to be his real name, had been in her presence to accompany her, dulling the feeling of loneliness she often felt in her home. Charles simply sat beside her watching the droplets beginning to grow heavier, as the rain began to pour. He knew well that he should have been home by now, especially with the growing rainfall...however, his mother and brother were both dead, only leaving his father and him. Lukas Ray had often spent his time at the look pub drowning away his pathetic sorrows, leaving his remaining son alone at home. So, thinking this day was no different the young boy chose to take a visit to his best friend's home.

It was a normal house, with three rooms for three residents, 3 beds, widows, a couch, a sink, and old curtains decorated by some odd distorted floral pattern scattered across each one. And that was it. Everything a house needed, but not a home. There were no familial photos, the only ones that had been scattered across the house were that of Ms. Valentine. She dressed in somewhat revealing clothing, well intended for people much younger than her, though Ms. Valentine didn't seem to get the memo. Her smile was there, however, little emotion came from it, her face powdered and covered in a cakey mask of cosmetics. There was one photo of Ms. V that stood out to Charles, one that gravely disturbed him, he felt at with every step he took the photo's eyes would follow, and with every glance, he took her eye would widen as well as her mouth. Distorting themselves in horrific ways. He gently took the frame and set it face down, hiding the cosmetic-laced women.

"Charles come on this way! This is my room"

Hearing his best friend call to him he quickly scurried across the house, and right by her side, practically glued to her. He didn't want to spend another moment in the open area of the household. Tiffany's room looked decent, somewhat homely, with photos of her and her family, along with shiny lip glosses and doll accessories. If he was being completely honest, he wasn't fond of the dolls in her room. He wasn't quite sure why, perhaps it was with how close they resembled humans, without actually being sentient. However, since he was a guest and she was kind enough to allow her into her room, he held his tongue burring any negative comments he had. He was curious as to why she had so many.

"They make it feel less lonely" she whispers as is she read is mind.

"Huh?"

She pointed a finger at one of them. "The dolls. They make it feel less lonely"

The young boy gave a silent nod, yet understanding nod, and sat on her bed, allowing his eyes to wander around her room. Other than that, her room, felt warm and somewhat welcoming. However, the feeling didn't last long when he heard the front door swing open and heard the clicking of heels coming closer to Tiffany's room. The unsettling feeling in his stomach only began to worsen seeing his friend's expression contorted to one of fear and immense worry. She yanked on his left arm, practically pulling him off her bed and to his feet. Before he could utter a single phrase, he was hushed by Tiffany with her putting a finger to her lips. The young brunette shoved him into her closet, tossing some of her blankets and pillows onto him, making sure he could not be seen. He still remained silent watching Tiffany's bedroom door swing open thing the silts in her bedroom closet.

Charles bit his lip until it bled, he finally had got to witness the cosmetic women in person. Her features were similar to that of a porcelain doll, with her face pale, to the shade of ivory, makeup heavy, and beginning to crack at her cheekbones. Her body was slim with her skin tightly attached to her bones, and her heels high giving her a decent 2 inches. However, she may have been able to stand taller if her posture wasn't hunched, making her appear like an old witch, like the ones he'd seen in the movies.

"Tiffany...what did I tell you able smiling with your mouth open?"

Her voice caught him off guard, almost causing Charles to let out a gasp. By the sound of her, he would have assumed her voice cords had been severely damaged. By the sound of it, she had the voice of a heavy smoker, with hit deep and static, cracking every few seconds. Through the slits in the door, he saw Tiffany's head lowered in shame, while her mother stood over her, glaring viciously.

"That I shouldn't smile with my mouth open"

"And why shouldn't you?"

Charles leaned closer, curious as to why Mrs. Valentine would make such a comment. Tiffany was a pretty girl, her hair soft and maintained, often styled with a headband or bow, her outfits cute, mainly consisting of skirts and blouses.

"...Because I ruined the photo's, with the gap in my teeth"

"...Exactly"

This reasoning caused an eyebrow raise in Charles, he thought her smile was adorable, it was sweet and cheerful...and contagious. Whenever she revealed her pearly whites, he found himself grinning along with her.

Tiffany shuttered at her mother's touch, feeling the woman's nails grip deeper into her soft unblemished skin.

"Smile Tiffany"

The young girl let out a quiet sigh and gave her mother a fake and what appear to be rehearsed smile, this time concealing her whites.

"Perfect"

Satisfied, she released her daughter from her cold grip, dusting her hand off, and letting both of her newly manicured hands at her sides.

"And Tiffany I'll be out for the rest of the evening...dinner's on the stove, have your sister heat it up for you"

The young girl gave a slight nod, and watch her mother exit her room, not bothering to shut the door behind her. Once she was gone, Tiffany let out a sigh of relief and shut her door motioning for Charles to come out of her bedroom closet. The boy kicked off all the heavy blankets and pillows and emerged from his friends' closets, shaking himself off. Before the young girl could speak, Charles cut her off.

"Does she always treat you like that?"

Tiffany just stood, swaying her body from side to side, and rocking up and down on her heels. He took her silence as a yes and stepped closer to her noticing a small dot of crimson on her lightly freckled cheek.

"You're bleeding"

Upon hearing this Tiffany raised her hand, and lightly ran it across her cheek, feeling the warm liquid on her fingertips.

"Oh...I guess I am"

Charles looked around the room and spotted a box of tissues and grabbed one from the box and cleaned off the blood from Tiffany's cheek.

"Do you have any band-aids?" He asked still staring at her cheek that appeared to have another crimson bubbled forming.

"Um...In the bathroom, under the skin she be the first aid kit"

Charles nodded and scurried along and quickly spotted a bag with a white cross on it. He snatched at and hurried back to Tiffany who was now sitting on her bed staring at the ground.

"Got it" he showed her the bag as proof and sat by her side. Grabbing an alcohol wipe and disinfecting her face. As he rubbed the wipe over the wound, he heard faint grunts coming from Tiffany. He didn't blame her since he too hated applying alcohol to his own wounds.

He tossed the disinfectant wipe into the trash can and gently applied the band-aid to her cheek, making sure to apply it with care and ease.

"Better?"

Tiffany didn't speak, she just sat staring off into space, her expression dull, and full of sorrow.

"Why does she hate me?"

Her question immediately made Charles feel uncomfortable. He despised dealing with emotions...especially his own. They were always so complex... no logic around it ...people weren't logical, numbers were...not people. However, he felt bad for what Tiffany had to endure so...he decided to make an exception.

"People are complicated...sometimes...they do things...that don't make sense....no matter how hard you try to make things better...."

He hoped his answer would suffice because that's all he could think of at the moment. He felt his body tense, feeling Tiffany rest her head on his side, he allowed it....for now at least.

"Thank you for being my friend"

He gave her a shy pat on the back.

"....Thanks for being mine..."

#raysforever #Chiffany #Childhood Chiffany #young chiffany #tiffany valentine #charles lee ray #charles lee loman reinhardt #sorry it's a tad on the short side....trying to get my writing mojo back #Hope ya like it

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