#*irene laurent

[mayzie-grobe]

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that feeling when you realize you embarrassed yourself in front of someone famous without even knowing who they were....😳

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[David]: Don’t sweat it too much, Junior. You’ll get the hang of it.

[Noah]: Yeah, it just seems like a lot because you’re new.

[Royce]: Everyone here more or less grew up together, so that’s what makes it a bit complicated.

[David]: ...Great.

[Noah]: Oh!

[Noah]: Angie’s here, hang on guys.

[Noah]: Hey!

[Junior]: Angie?

[David]: Angela Ward, mom’s a big movie star. She was a child actor too. Did that one show, uhh, Empty House?

[Royce]: And that’s Irene Laurent.

[David]: They’ve been close since Angela’s mom bought that summer house in Tartosa. Ugh.

[Royce]: Doesn’t Angela go by Haukeland now?

[David]: What — I don’t know.

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Dulce... what a brat! She's always been catered to, hasn't she? Always taking advantage of Noemí and Erick's good attitudes and Ángel's kindness. Esperanza won't lie, she was genuinely warming up to Dulce because she's fun to be around and thought she was finally maturing; however, she went and put the family business in danger! How is the entire family okay with this? How were there no big repercussions? Did everyone forget about this rash decision? Well, yeah, Alfonso Alto got sent to prison for drug trafficking charges thanks to Dulce's video... but that's beside the point!!! Esperanza sees that Dulce is really starting to make a name for herself and that scares her. Is Dulce truly ready for a responsibility like that?

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Esperanza: Hey, Dulce. Everything’s been good for you like always?

Dulce: ...Yeah? My life is pretty great. Thanks for asking?

[Esperanza sighs.]

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Harper's Bazaar October 1990

Irene Pfeiffer wears a generously sized Swingy red and black plaid 3/4 coat with a button-down collar. By Yves Saint Laurent Haute Couture. Gold nugget drop earrings, also by Saint Laurent. Hair, Madeleine Cofano for Bruno Dessange; makeup, Rob Van Dorssen.

Irene Pfeiffer porte un manteau 3/4 à carreaux rouges et noirs Swingy de taille généreuse avec un col boutonné. Par Yves Saint Laurent Haute Couture. Boucles d'oreilles pendantes en pépites d'or, également de Saint Laurent. Coiffure, Madeleine Cofano pour Bruno Dessange ; maquillage, Rob Van Dorssen.

Photo Torkil Gudnason

[yae-energy]

HI YVESSS!!! <33

hi ireneee <3

how are you ml??

[manawari]

THEY ARE MARRIED YOUR HONOR.

Bonus+

[iveryne]

♰ ꓹ old french names. ── ── fem , masc.

feminine.

marie ꓹ jeanne ꓹ marguerite ꓹ yvonne ꓹ madeleine ꓹ marcelle ꓹ marth ꓹ lucienne ꓹ renee ꓹ helene ꓹ josephine ꓹ lucie ꓹ fernande ꓹ gabrielle ꓹ angele ꓹ odette ꓹ therese ꓹ augustine ꓹ elise ꓹ blanche ꓹ francoise ꓹ cecile ꓹ genevieve ꓹ emilianne ꓹ mathilde ꓹ leontine ꓹ claire ꓹ julienne ꓹ irene ꓹ amelia ꓹ amelie ꓹ aline ꓹ camille ꓹ aimee ꓹ victorine ꓹ reine ꓹ rosalie ꓹ francene ꓹ clemence ꓹ solange ꓹ valentine ꓹ augusta ꓹ alphonsine ꓹ celine ꓹ clementine ꓹ clotilde ꓹ philomene ꓹ celestine ꓹ felicie ꓹ irma ꓹ rosa ꓹ caroline ꓹ elisa ꓹ alexandrine ꓹ ida ꓹ therese ꓹ simone

masculine.

fabien ꓹ germaine ꓹ gautier ꓹ valeray ꓹ antoine ꓹ andre ꓹ edouard ꓹ roch ꓹ amoux ꓹ lothaire ꓹ thiery ꓹ clement ꓹ armand ꓹ cyril ꓹ didier ꓹ florent ꓹ gilles ꓹ gustave ꓹ matthieu ꓹ valentin ꓹ yanis ꓹ luc ꓹ loris ꓹ rene ꓹ regis ꓹ emeric ꓹ marcel ꓹ laurent ꓹ ambroise ꓹ sacha ꓹ nael ꓹ basile ꓹ amir ꓹ albin ꓹ gauthier ꓹ verdell ꓹ arsene ꓹ sylvain ꓹ aymer ꓹ olivier ꓹ jehan ꓹ sanson ꓹ perceval ꓹ rolant ꓹ guillame ﾉ guillalme ꓹ estiene ꓹ charlon ꓹ franceis ꓹ jasque ꓹ peire ꓹ loeis ꓹ lohier ꓹ yvain

[calisources]

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : here are a list of 55 female names, 55 male names and 55 a song of ice and fire valyrian names and last names. You can do variations to the names and eveything because, you know fantasy, but I chose those that I thought sounded good. If this list is good, I found a generator for more fantasy names centered in ASOIAF for different kingdoms and lands. you don't have to give credit but please like or reblog if you find useful.

Male Names.

Kallias, meaning beauty.

Dimitri, earth lover.

Teivel, the devil.

Kaiser, Emperor or ruler.

Harvey, Strong warrior.

Lysander, liberator. 

Erel, angel and messenger.

Asael, made by god.

Laurent, the bright one.

Perseus, avenger, destroyer.

Chrysander, golden protector.

Zale, strength of the sea.

Cahir, warrior, battle man.

Magnus, great and powerful.

Nikolai, people of victory.

Kian, king.

Damien, to tame.

Micah, who resembles God.

Kaemon, joyful.

Arsenio, strong, potent.

Lucius, light or genius.

Loan, light.

Calix, very handsome.

Rowan, brilliant red.

Egan, little fire.

Adonis, lord.

Declan, full of goodness.

Arzhel, bear prince.

Thaddeus, courageous heart.

Alastor, vengeance.

Carden, wool carder.

Leone, lion.

Osian, little dear.

Ezekiel, strength of god.

Zion, highest point.

Asher, blessed.

Kratos, strength, might.

Zadkiel, righteousness of god.

Arwan, king of the other world.

Malakai, messenger.

Acheron, river of sorrow.

Elijah, the lord is my god.

Jace, lord of salvation.

Killian, little warrior.

Cyrus, the sun.

Deimos, personification of fear.

Bryson, child of a noble.

Conan, little wolf or little hound.

Maverick, independent one.

Lennone, keen.

Anteros, god of required love and defender of unrequired.

Denarius, silver coin.

Lorcan, little fierce one.

Ariston, excellent.

Vortigern, high overlord.

Female Names.

Naima, tranquil.

Freya, noble woman.

Alora, beautiful dream.

Danyi, sweet.

Juniper, evergreen.

Arcadia, adventurous.

Cora, virtuous.

Rosela, rose in italian.

Rhea, river.

Kyra, sun.

Solasta, shining, light.

Evangeline, messenger of good news.

Narcissa, flower.

Nyssa, new beginning.

Nyx, night.

Elodie, great fortune.

Gemena, intelligent.

Elis, god’s promise.

Irene, peace.

Samira, wind.

Melantha, dark flower.

Odeliah, praise god.

Aleyah, noble, elevated.

Sariah, princess of the lord.

Ilaria, happy and cheerful.

Odessa, long journey.

Jezebel, pure.

Brielle, heroine of god.

Emersyn, brave, powerful.

Marilla, shining sea.

Braelyn, meadow.

Enora, honor.

Sereia, mermaid.

Seraphina, fiery ones.

Kaena, praise.

Zenaida, of zeus, eternal life.

Isadora, gift of Isis.

Faera, bringer of gifts.

Fayra, gift of god.

Lilibet, pledge to god.

Orlaith, golden princess, sovereign.

Thalassa, sea or ocean.

Visha, deadly poison.

Sora, sky.

Leysa, defender of man.

Cassiel, angel of saturday.

Calia, beautiful person.

Aloisia, famous warrior.

Isleen, vision.

Elowen, elm tree.

Davina, beloved.

Elysia, from the blessed isles.

Gwenna, blessed ring.

Mairween, blessed rebellion.

Esmeray, dark moon.

ASOIAF Valyrian names.

Daenar Tarreos

Baesenyx Barreos

Jaererys Laeraellis

Tyraerion Laenaenor

Jacaegar Laeneneos

Gaedar Aglaeris

Raenor Gonnalys

Rhaegon Maentigar

Vimar Arnalys

Vahaegaron Nargyreon

Laegor Naeltigar

Aeron Taeltheon

Maerya Barnaris

Alyhna Caeneneos

Vysenera Naeltaris

Daessa Baelnaris

Baessa Rahmaereon

Haelera Veltheos

Saerena Arinarys

Alaenna Lenyreos

Elaessa Narnareon

Jaelanya Galgyreon

Vhaenys Dortalor

Saerera Raeldaerys

Visegon Goniar

Jaedor Gaelennis

Malaelor Maentheos

Rahaelon Baeltigar

Maerion Laergaris

Visegon Qargaeron

Vahaeron Arreos

Gaelyx Arlaeris

Garaevon Calnalys

Naelara Dalreos

Eraerla Raenlaeris

Daenenera Maenanyon

Haerys Narnalys

Hera Aergaris

Vysessa Qarareon

Elaerya Aerlaeris

Maeharys Malreos

Tahaenyx Rahiar

Aeganar Gaelralis

Balaevar Lendaerys

Daegar Valanyon

Gaegar Nohaellis

Matagor Vellaeris

Rahaemon Laendaerys

Daelon Aeraeris

Aerena Mallaeron

Daenelys Callaeris

Renaera Raelennis

Daenelys Dortheos

Raevor Daerlaeron

Bamera Caenennis

[asherloki]

My tiny

Sherlock x petite!reader

Request:- Hello! Fellow writer here :) 8 and 9 on the smutty one liners for sherlock x reader? Maybe he was thinking about her in his head (mind palace, whatever lol) and he called her to baker street and deducted she wanted him back? :) take this as far as you want or don't do it at all. Nothing but love <3 ~ @run-clever-boy

Smut

Word count:- 4144

A/n:- I'm not good at smut, I hope you still like it.

Prompt lists!

I walked upstairs almost as fast as I can and stood infront of Sherlock's door. As I came home after office I recieved a text from him "come at once, case ... Mostly - SH". Sherlock Holmes is the one who discovered my talent which I never knew I had. Solving mysteries. I was never into detective fiction either, until one day I met him he immediately asked me a few questions. He says he deduced I have an analytical brain, a brain to form thousands of theories, imageries which often are the reason for my distress, so he wanted to use my brain for something good. I started to tag along with him and John Watson. He took me to the cases which weren't dangerous for a woman. To him I'm rather a tiny woman, he even calls me tiny sometimes, which I first showed irritation to, but in my heart I know how much I like when he calls me that. So, the cases which are dangerous for a tiny woman like me he makes sure I solve, or help in solving them from their flat. As much as possible. He even let me talk to clients. I don't know what is the name of this relationship of ours, is he a guide, shaping me into a better person or ... I don't know but I actually like the fact that he doesn't care about women. Except for some, Molly Hooper his friend, Mrs Hudson his landlady, eurus his sister but it's complicated, and there's been someone else who intrigued this poor detective with her wit. He talks rather highly of Miss Irene Adler. His respect towards her makes me like her too, even though she's a criminal. Also that compliment, well I hope he meant it as a compliment when he said, "you're witty, like the woman". He likes my wit, intellectual debate. He sometimes brings up such topics of which I can speak of passionately, passion, he likes it. He also -

"Why didn't you knock?" The detective came opening the door, reminding me I've been standing there like a fool without knocking.

"Oh ... Sorry, I just-" I ran out of excuses, "let me in detective" I entered, his tall body couldn't stop my 5ft tall one to pass through the door.

"Welcome I guess" he said closing the door, "well it's my chair" he pointed towards his chair which I occupied.

"So? There's still alot of space there" apparently Sherlock himself is a lean man and I am petite as well, "anyway you said there's a case for me".

"Oh yes wait" he nodded and recalled about it, he went straight to his mantle piece and pulled out a letter which he handed me saying "here".

"From Mr Laurent" I read, "isn't he a detective too?"

Sherlock nodded in response.

"To miss... Wait it's for me?" I was stunned, a detective needed help but from me and not from.., "I don't understand".

"Seems like Mr Laurent has a crush on you" he said anything, I rolled my eyes and opened the letter,

"Let's read it" I said and read the letter contained the case Mr Laurent needed my help with, an old man was murdered in Venice, his four sons and their wives were in the house with three strangers, he's known for his reckless lifestyle when he was young, Mr Laurent also sent me a ticket to Venice. I read the whole thing out loud and Mr Holmes, my friend, I hope I can call him so, listened attentively, "he needs my help? But it's rather clear, who did it."

"Who did it?" No comment was made on his part to the request of help instead he asked about my theory for the case.

"Isn't it obvious, three strangers at his house exactly at the time of his murder? I mean, look he was known for his reckless lifestyle when he was young, which I'd like to believe involved women, who knows, how many enemies he harboured for himself and who knows how many illegitimate children, atleast one wouldn't surprise me, we need to check on the strangers, if the family members were to do it they would've done it anyday, won't even make a fuss about it, even though it's possible they chose this time to put the blame on the strangers but I believe the wealth of this old man would go to them anyway, they're the legal family but these strangers." I looked at Sherlock, he stood at where he was, staring at me, I know these eyes, he only stares like that when I'm making a point, a theory, a solution to the mystery, "we can check on these strangers I guess ".

He came closer to me, slowly, I didn't know why but the air was... Sultry, I didn't feel such things for him, never ever, he's not really... My type.

"Yeah" he said clearing his throat "are you going then?"

I shook my head "no, I don't know this person " I stood up, "I can't spent time with someone I barely know."

"I'd suggest the same" he said taking that ticket away from me, "he just wants to get into your..." He stopped.

"Into my?" I asked..

"Nothing " he said and put that letter away.

"Into my bed, I know" I answered making him chock, "was it vulgar?"

He glanced at me, it's not that vulgar, I said many vulgar things intellectually that just made everything less awkward for John, Sherlock and I never had an awkward moment, we have same vibe, same mentality, same everything.

"No it wasn't " he said coming closer, it's bizarre, he's like everyday, clad in his black trousers, white shirt, his same dressing gown, something hot surrounded us. I've barely felt any such tension after my fling with Thomas ended. It was all about Sex and Sherlock hated it, he never objected but he hated how we just banged wherever we got the chance, we didn't spare his bathroom. He doesn't know about it.

"What's in the corner of your lips?" He asked touching the corner of my lips, almost, I didn't move, consenting him silently to touch them.

"What's there?" I enquired, to my own surprise my voice came out as a sultry whisper, never happened with him.

"May I check?"

I nodded and I wasn't aware of what I was going to experience. His lips touched mine, the first time ever, we kissed? I couldn't believe my own senses we actually kissed.

He pulled away, smirking as he replied, "there was nothing".

Can you believe it?

"Very funny" I replied sultrily and walked towards the kitchen, "what was that supposed to mean ? Jealousy?"

He furrowed his brows as I said something impossible, "jealous of what?"

"Mr Laurent?" I replied.

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know, perhaps the fact that he asked me to come with him and if he's handsome then we might.."

I didn't have to complete my sentence when my detective came almost running saying,

"Don't you dare bang him all over Venice".

"I'm not a whore"

"I know you aren't, but Thomas"

"He was my fling so..."

"Shut up you're my tiny detective" he literally called me tiny and didn't let me act offended, rather crashed his lips on mine, bless Thomas for teaching me everything I needed to be good at this. I let our tongues dance as we parted lips to let them enter.

"I've been thinking of this, and more everytime you formed theories of a case, solved them, did some analytical research or simply said something intellectual with.." he said pulling away, "with passion, so much passion, you're a spark, a fire and I would be cold without you" my ears as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing, he was vulnerable, expressing himself however he could, "make me warm Sunshine, tiny little detective".

"I'm not.." I couldn't even object, he interrupted.

"Miss 5ft."

I'm tiny, his tiny... I did say his didn't I?

"Tiny one, hated when you banged Thomas" Sherlock said booping my nose lightly.

"Could see it in your eyes" I replied letting his fingers trace the features of my face.

"Pretty Little face, cute little exterior" he said out loud then leaning to my ears he whispered "only I know how much thirst is in there".

Yes, the thirst. Never thought I'd actually do it with him but..

"Guess we're gonna..." I stared.

"Do something else " he picked me up and I wrapped my legs round him as he carried me to his bedroom. I'm so petite that I fit perfectly in his arms. He has comforted me many times when some violent case triggered me, I love his embrace and I am loving whatever we're upto. He dropped me on his bed, and he climbed on top of me.

"So, what's your plan?" I asked confidently knowing he has little to no experience in bed.

"You'll see tiny" this time it hit a nerve.

"If I'm petite then why do you wanna fuck me" I said a little agitated. He smirked knowing he's successful in driving me up the wall.

"Because, your anger and passion turns me on" he said as his hands fumbled with my shirt button, "and your intellect is my porn".

Now that was a big sixer by Mr Holmes. Making a woman like me whimper. And that made him raise a brow.

"I see your body reacting to my comment." That was sultry just like his voice. No wonder I've always admitted one thing about him, he has a sexy voice.

"Because words are our thing detective" I played my turn as well.

"I see, tiny detective" we both are detectives. And we both get a bit excited by intellectual word play. He and I know how to trun people's heads with words. He did it Jeanine and I, too with some men to get information.

"What if we actually..." I began to touch his buttons, "do the action this time, without all the talk?"

"I like that idea" he said, he and I both unbuttoned our shirts. Tossing them to some corner of his room. As soon as we both sat half naked his lips attacked my neck. Leaving prominent marks, for people to know to whom I belong, for now or... Forever Mr Sherlock Holmes.

I brought him even closer as the sensation was different, special, we've solved many cases together and this does feel special. Alot special. His hand roamed to my back and unclasped my bra. My nails dug into his skin. I wasn't ready for him to see me like this. His tiny detective at his mercy, does sound sexy doesn't it?

"May I?" He whispered in my ear, asking for permission if he could see my breasts.

"Ofcourse, it's not like your tiny has the biggest set of boobs" I joked to which he raised his face and looked into my eyes,

"Good, then they'll fit perfectly in my palm" he said, still not for once looking down at me. As I nodded and gave my consent then only he looked down and took no time into brushing his fingers against my hardened nipples, sending shivers, a touch from a man I trust, the hands which keeps me safe, the safest touch.

"You've never been into bodies did you?" I couldn't help but ask. He kept marking my neck and in between pinching my tits as he replied,

"A good body will lose it's charm with time, but a charming personality as yours, a passionate mind as you, an intellect like yours will never."

He does have a point, we'll still be eachother's favourite even after we're old as a goose.

"Also.." he continued, "your eyes will also remain beautiful, bright, reflecting your charming personality, a mystery I'll spend my life solving".

I allowed myself to bring him even closer and kiss him more lovingly this time, as his hands started to undo my belt and then pulling my jeans away. If I knew something like this would happen I would've come prepared, but... Guess he doesn't really care about all that.

"Don't overthink it" he said, "you look fine, I..."

He trailed off, wonder what he wanted to say but yes, I won't be a spoil sport with my overthinking. I got up and treated his trousers the same way he treated mine. And the twitching member of him was making sure to make his presence prominent.

"Should I do something about it?" I asked kissing his neck, feeling his body reacting to it under my fingers. I made him pull his pants down leaving him in his boxers, preparing myself to finally be the person to see Mr Holmes's thing. Wonder if anyone else got a glimpse... Oh right, Jeanine.

I kissed his chest as I put his boxers down, his twitching member finally got a bit of freedom. He let out a soft whimper, his cheeks turned pink, so he's shy? It didn't seem so the way he kissed me. I looked his member, wrapping my hands around it making him let out a whimper again,

"May I?" I also should take permission if he did. He nodded and I brought my mouth to his tip, leaving a light smooch on it. I knew what I was doing, Thomas was a good practice. He stared at me, breathing heavily. I guess I smirked when I licked his length, then wrapping my mouth on it I started to work on it, with both my mouth and my hand. He controlled for sometimes but he moaned, finally he let himself be vulnerable, he liked what I did.

"I never kn..." He tried to speak as I made it incredibly impossible for him to do so, "never knew... You...ah" see? Incredibly difficult as I fastened my pace, "you could do ... It so... Ah... You're great".

That lifted my confidence and I...

"What the?" As I planned to make him cum in my mouth, I see he has something else in mind, he pushed me down and pinned me to bed.

"Let me return this favour tiny" his heavy voice whispered in my ear. I knew what he meant, I squeezed my thighs together, knowing there's a wet spot in my panties. His voice wasn't helping, rather was making it worse. Thomas was good, but I never knew he, Sherlock Holmes knows how to do to a woman. He got down and almost ripped my panties away. I really don't know whether I'd be able to wear them again after we... It's okay, I sometimes forget my pants at home. I still squeezed my thighs, keeping him from seeing what he wanted to.

"Are you eager?" I teased, I told you, I'm well trained by my fling. He smirked, but his smirk was innocent. My teasing was gone, I felt... I... With Thomas it was just good sex, but I... Felt safe with Sherlock. Never happened before, no one cared for me like he does, no one values my wishes like he does. He gives me more than I ask. And I'm not even talking about material stuffs, he... "My my". He forced my thighs to spread to give him a good view. He looked down and then at me,

"Tiny" he said seductively, "just like you" I was thinking of something sexy to say until he said, "I like it".

And then? He dived like a starved man would for food. His tongue touched my clit giving me shivers, making me moan loudly, thank goodness doctor Watson is married and out of this flat. Otherwise he'd have heard me moaning, as his tongue played with my clit. He didn't stop there, he let his tongue run through my slit, I tried to move upwards in his bed, his big hands grabbed my waist and pinned me in my place. I put a finger between my teeth to keep me from screaming. His tongue felt good, even better and I know now why. He kept on eating me out as I put a hand on his head, grabbing his curls and pulling it slightly. That's how horny I can get, don't go on my looks. He finally pulled away from my pussy, staring right into my eyes,

"Few more licks would've painted your face white Mr Holmes" I said panting.

"Guess you can paint my dick all white" he said stroking his dick. That's a sight I liked, the posh detective and his tiny childish assistant, newspapers called us "the detective and his sunshine", "posh detective and the tiny woman", "detective's childish assistant". Only if they knew, posh detective, cold detective and his childish, innocent, tiny, intelligent girl is doing dirty on his bed. He positioned his tip to my entrance, gave me a look, I nodded, ready to have him in me. And he did push himself into me,

"Ah fuck you're big" the only thing I could scream as his big cock entered me. But that's it, he's in me, I realised something I never did, now I want him, him.. I stretched my arms out, asking him to come to me. He wasted no time and leaned on me, giving me a kiss he stared to rock his hips, slowly and sensually. It felt good, my tall man, his face burried in my neck, his thrusts hitting perfectly. He protected me from bullies, showed me I'm extraordinary to worry about those ordinary people, made me realise he and I are worth better things and ... Now that I know all these, I'm not ever going to stray again... I hope. I'm staying Sherlock Holmes. He took his pace and fuck it felt nice, it felt perfect,

"My go- oh yes" I moaned, he raised his face to see mine,

"Oh, little miss tiny is about to beg" he said to tease me, I remember he told me about Irene Adler wanting him to beg, and ended up begging for protection from him, twice.

"I don't beg, men gives me anyway" I didn't wanted to be a self absorbed person, especially not now, it's just ... Came out. He replied with a sudden thrust that found the spot,

"Ah yes right there" I screamed, arching my back. He stopped, his cock in me.

"What if I don't fullfill your desire?" He does that to people, being rude but never to me. I showed my puppy eyes (which I always do and it works on him)but eventually my mouth spoke,

"Pretty please?" Which apparently means I begged for more.

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.” he said with a smirk and resumed his thrusts at my g spot. I brought him closer and wrapped my hands around him. The most intimate, he and I. I could stay like this forever, but he eventually got up and fucked me faster, the roomed filled with him painting, my moaning and our skin slapping. His cock worked fine in me. And we both knew I was close.

"So am I" he said between his pants. With some more thrusts I let out a scream, eyes closed, I painted his dick white. He pulled out of me immediately, shooting white strings to my belly.

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We got up, we cleaned ourselves and sat on his bed with a chessboard.

"Oops got your bishop" I mocked as I replaced his bishop with my pawn.

"Aww poor your queen" eventually he trapped me and got my queen that made me gasp,

"You did not" I, surely am offended by Sherlock's intelligent move, "not my queen, I can never win without it".

"Oh I'm sorry tiny" he didn't seem sorry at all, "be careful next time" his voice was gentle, soft as he explained how I should play and be careful next time, "you got it?"

"Sherlock?" I called him, not answering his question, I can play chess well, now if you play with Sherlock Holmes you're never good enough, but I wanted to ask him something else, "how was it?" He blushed, I'm too bold, I can ask anything without thinking twice, "anything you imagined?"

He nodded fumbling with my queen, "the world is filled with ordinary and notoriety you know tiny" he said looking into my eyes, "reality is often cruel, I... I saw your innocence and potentials in your eyes. You were wasting your time with Thomas, fling is useless, I hoped you'd find something better, worthy of your time, all I could give you is my adventures. You.. you're very intelligent, emotionally. You're an unique, creative thinker as well, you're hard to describe just like me. Can't let those ordinary people bully you, can't let those ordinary men lay finger on you, I couldn't stop Thomas since you consented but I want you to understand, you're here for something better." I just listened to his words, made sense why I always felt no one understood me, sitting here on his bed, wrapped in his white bedsheet with a chess board. If feels safe, he makes me feel... Understood.

"What I mean to say is I'm terrible at expressing emotions, yet I feel them just like you do, I saw you couldn't fit in with your dull boring, bimbo classmates who ultimately back stabbed you. But I see you here, with me, smiling, laughing, feeling safe I hope. This world is dull for people like you and me tiny, these people are cruel, boring for us, you and I couldn't settle down with any ordinary profession or people. We're too similar. The only thing though I believe you have extra is, your innocence. With you, reality is better than my dreams, my imagination. Because my imagination came with the reality of the world that I faced, but with you I saw a different side of it. You're different, innocent, you think differently, you're kind and you don't do things to please people. You don't want to be ordinary, you hate being boring, you're far more me than I am, you're far better me I must say, you're a better Sherlock Holmes, you bring out the better Sherlock Holmes in me, my tiny. This reality is better, and I am not just talking about sex."

Can you believe? His puzzled words did make sense, it's better here just him and me.

"I realised today that you love me" I spoke as a tear fell from my eyes, remembering how everyone treated me and how he does, I'm his better world.

"Glad you know" he said looking down at the board. I didn't know where we were at the game but I moved another pawn of mine.

"Sherlock..." I spoke, "if you wanted someone good, I believe there are many people who are... Good. You know I can't control my temper, I have no filter, I am also pretty childish and-"

"If by good you mean ordinary people, who doesn't have personality, who copies others, brags to you, lies to you, use you" he knows everything I've been through, he knows how people treated me, "ordinary people often thinks they're extraordinary, especially to those who actually are... Rare. You know my university life". I nodded, he was a lonely kid,

"So was my school life" I certainly was a lonely kid in my school, we're both eccentrics.

"We can live in our safe bubble, here, with our stupid adventures if you'd like" he proposed and I loved it, guess my grin proved so,

"And I" I got up and threw my arms around him, "love it".

He hugged me tightly, the sorrow we experienced, all was transformed into a certain joy, he always felt relaxed holding my head to his chest,

"But detective?" I had to be myself and make a proposal of mine, "I like your handcuffs." He looked suspiciously at me,

"Fine, my tiny's wish is my command".

[biscuitblinkeu]

Kiss and Make-up [8]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2940

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You’re in a club, drinking alone. This was a different place than the one you went to with the girls. You heard about it courtesy of your bartender friend you exchanged numbers with before. It wasn’t as big as the hotel one, but still filled with people. You could hear the music, feel the bass reverberating in your bones. Your hand fidgets in your lap while you sip on your drink, watching the way people danced, jumping and laughing.

It was an impulse decision of yours, coming here. It was a Monday night and you needed to blow off some steam, get your mind off things. Get your mind off a certain blonde. The alcohol helped with this. Helped a little — because as much as you were trying to forget about Rosé, every time you closed your eyes you saw her; reminded of what she said. Daggers to the heart.

“Did the drink insult you or something?” A sudden silvery voice makes you jump out of your skin, a chuckle following after.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you turn to the culprit, who has taken the seat next to you. “I’m Irene.” Well, this Irene woman was beautiful. She has refined and soft features— like a work of art with a lot of detail.

“It’s okay,” you reassure with a laugh, shaking your head, “(Y/n).” You offer your hand to shake hers. She accepts easily, warmly smiling and giving your hand a soft squeeze.

Oh?

Her smile sends warmth through your body and you lower your gaze shyly. “You were glaring at your drink, what’s on your mind? If you don’t mind me asking.” Irene asks softly, leaning over to you slightly, resting her chin in her hand.

“Was I?” You muse, turning to her fully. You contemplate if you should tell her, and she picks up on this. “I’m just a stranger you met in a bar, so you don’t have to tell me. Just try talking to someone about it sometime. You’re too pretty to be thinking that hard.”

“You sound like a therapist.” You tease, making her scoff playfully, her lips pull into a smile.

“I would be a terrible therapist, I’d want to know all the details and it wouldn’t even be a therapy session anymore. More like gossip between friends.”

You giggle at her words, “You’ve already thought about it, huh?”

Irene shrugs nonchalantly, “Well yeah, I’m nosy.” She smiles cheekily at you. “But seriously, it's not good to bottle up things.”

You hum, finishing off your drink— your liquid courage. “Okay, I won’t. Let’s dance?”

…

You and Irene had returned to the bar after spending an hour dancing together on the dance floor when you felt your phone vibrating against your thigh.You curse quietly, answering it without glancing at the caller ID. A familiar voice comes through the speaker, “(Y/n)?”

“Jennie?”

“Yeah it’s me, you’re somewhere safe right? Weird question but it’s hard to hear you because of the background music.”

“Yes I am, just…”

“Don’t, I have an idea what you’re doing,” Jennie laughs, then nervously she gets out, “so, Rosie…she—”

“I really don’t wanna hear about her right now, Jennie. I’m sorry.”

Jennie looks at Lisa who sits across from her for some help, her wife just shrugs. They all got word of you and Rosé’s situation when they met up in her office. She was acting off so they forced it out of her. Made her realize things.

“Alright, for what it’s worth, Rosie can be an idiot sometimes— but enough of that, I hope you have fun tonight, don’t get in strangers' cars!” Jennie whispers her next words, like she’s telling you something top secret. “And, for the sake of our ship, kiss and makeup for me. Okay bye!”

“Of course, and thank you?”

Kiss and makeup?

You go back to chatting with Irene after you hang up. You can’t help but wonder what Jennie was trying to tell you though.

Twenty minutes later, she gets out of her car, decked in Saint Laurent; a wool blend jacket, silk shirt that’s unbuttoned and tucked into high waist leather shorts, and over-the-knee ivory leather boots. She advances to the entrance and walks in.

She’ll have to thank Jisoo and Jennie; the only ones you follow on social media who have access to your location. They make everyone share their location with them in case of emergencies. It’s no surprise you’d ignore her calls after what she said. So when she tortured the info out of Jennie, she had to see you.

It doesn’t take her long to find you, smiling and laughing with a dark-haired woman. It was like that moment in movies, like the people in the room were positioned in a way she could only see you.

Rosé was on a mission. She wanted you away from that woman. She wanted you away from this club & bar, where anyone wouldn’t hesitate to take a chance on you, as proved by the woman next to you. She wanted that woman to see that you were hers and nobody else’s, to realize you’re taken by her. And if not now, soon.

Rosé strides across the floor to the two of you, the sound of her boots attracting your attention just as she makes it there. The look on your face is pure confusion and hurt when you meet her eyes. Something Irene picks up on. “Rosé? What…what are you doing here?”

“It’s not important. But I have to talk to you about earlier.”

Rosé watches the way your eyebrows knit together and your lips pull into a frown, fury returning in your eyes and she feels her nerves starting to grow. She’d let you yell at her as long as you want, as long as the outcome is you letting her plead her case.

The woman you were talking to places a hand on your knee and you scoot a little closer to her, attention turning back to the woman— Look at me, she thinks— and opting to ignore Rosé. She doesn’t like this, and she has a feeling you know it too.

“Who’s this?” Rosé asks casually, moving to your side. The jealousy on her face is poorly masked but she stays civil. (For now.)

Irene was about to answer for you when you spoke up first. “None of your business.” You quip and Rosé narrows her eyes in suspicion. Narrows her eyes at the hands snaked around your waist. Her fingers drum against the countertop and she purses her lips, not quite knowing how to defuse the bomb that is you. The expression on your face makes it clear you don’t want to talk to her. Understandable.

“I know you’re upset, but can we please just talk it out?” She pleads.

“There’s nothing to talk about right now.”

“Yes there is. I need to apologize, I shouldn’t have said what I said. I need you to know none of it was true-”

“Then why did you say it?”

Rosé begins to respond, and you shake your head. “Actually, don’t explain.” You didn’t want to find out it was an ego or pride thing of hers. That would hurt more. “Please just leave me alone, why don’t you find someone nice to talk with?”

Someone that’s not you. Surely she gets that you need some time?

“(Y/n), I can’t do that. I want to talk with you. I was so wrong and—” She’s cut off by a hand being placed on her chest, firmly pushing hers back a couple steps. Irene stands in front of you, a little to the side. She’s been watching the whole argument unfold.

Rosé is in shock, it’s written all over her face. But she’s also about to explode. It’s building up, the rage, the regret, the mess of her feelings and this situation, and she thinks she might just—

“Why don’t you back off? She’s been telling you to leave her alone.” The short woman speaks up, and she’s met with Rosé’s glare. Irene holds her ground.

“Who the fuck are you?” Rosé almost sneers. She stands tall, stepping closer to the woman with no shame in the slightest. “I don’t know who you think you are, but—”

“Rosé!” You hiss, ripping her attention away from the woman. You were sparing Irene from the words that would come out her mouth. “You need to go cool off, away from me.”

“But…” She begins, only to be met with your glare and she retreats without another word, giving you her signature curt nod before disappearing in the sea of bodies. Rosé takes a seat at one of the tables across the room, you're still in sight though.

She was determined to apologize to you. To make things right.

Despite the lingering looks she’s getting, no one dares to approach her with the sour look on her face. And if they did, she’d tell them to get lost.

But apparently someone didn’t get the memo. A body blocks her vision.

“Hi, my name is…” Rosé didn’t care, “I find you extremely attractive and couldn’t help coming over here and…”

Get lost. All it takes is one look.

The woman trails off, her voice getting smaller until she excuses herself. When she gets rid of her you’re gone, you and that woman. Frantically, she looks around and is eventually able to spot the two of you heading out the building. She practically sprints to you, standing in front of the two of you.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” If a kicked puppy could talk, this would be the example. Worry and jealousy were evident in her tone.

You rolled your eyes, “Clearly, I’m going home with her.” The confidence in your voice makes Rosé think you’re out to get on her nerves. If you are, it’s working.

“Don’t, please. Let me take you home.” Her eyes dropped to your hand, intertwined with the other woman’s unrelentingly. She narrows her eyes at them.

“Rosé—”

You’re immediately cut off by her soft lips being pushed against your own. You feel a hand slither around your waist, pulling you closer to her and away from Irene. As she continues to kiss you, her hand slides down your arm and rips Irene’s hand out of your grasp, replacing it with her’s.

You don’t know why you kissed back, why you responded back just as eager despite how she hurt you— yet that didn’t stop your heart from beating out your chest. Irene fled the scene, feeling out of place. But you did catch her smirk and give you a thumbs up. Then you thought about how she reminded you of Jennie.

Kiss and makeup..

You didn’t know anything, didn’t really have control until you were at the parking lot of the building where her high rise apartment was.

“Don’t move.” You heard. You sat there confused but complied. Rosé hopped out the car and jogged to your side, opening the door for you. You shook your head in disbelief, amusement, and let her take your hand.

…

“Uhm…you can use my shower, I’ll get you something from my closet, if that’s okay?”

“That’s fine…”

She gave you a clean towel and wash rag, and when you turned the fancy looking shower on you came back out to ask Rosé if you could use her toiletries but she was already gone.

So you just helped yourself. She won’t mind.

When you're out, an oversized hoodie and some black sweats are laid out for you along with some (new and clean) undergarments. The sweats pool at your ankles and the hoodie sleeves are slightly longer than your arm span. The clothes smell like her, and like a weirdo, you find yourself smelling them.

You fold your previous clothes up and put them in the hamper she has in the bathroom before grabbing your towels and walking out. Freezing upon Rosé crouched on the ground interacting with a dog. You wondered why the dog wasn’t here before and if it was her’s.

“Hankie,” she cooed, in the high-pitched voice people use only to talk to animals or babies. She scratches him behind the ear. “Good boy.” She grabs a dog brush and brushes his shiny fur. Rosé looked up to meet the dog’s eyes but found him looking behind her.

Confused, Rosé looked back and found her answer. You were fresh out of the shower, a towel folded over your arms as you leaned against the wall with an indescribable look. Rosé sat up, holding Hank in her arms before addressing you. “Why do you look like I’ve grown another head?”

“It’s nothing, just weird seeing you so domestic…I mean, soft. It’s adorable, I didn’t think you were a pet person.”

“Really? Well, you're going to learn a lot of things about me.” Rosé studies you with a soft look, making you fidget and pull at your(her) hoodie sleeves. You weren’t used to this side of her.

Rosé smiled, “I love you in my clothes, but I’d also love if you’d follow me to the kitchen. I’m going to make us chicken stir fry.”

Your neck heats up and a grin threatens to appear on your face. Rosé and you go into the kitchen and she pulls ingredients out of her fridge. She doesn’t mind it when you hop on the counter to watch her cook, your legs dangling and swinging. She doesn’t know it’s so you could stare at her side profile more.

“When did you get a dog?” You ask, staring at the brown and white dog in his dog bed. Occasionally he’ll run over to you and you’ll hop off the counter to pet him.

“I’ve had Hank for two years and I found him when I clicked on an adoption advocate where a nice lady was posting about dogs that need to be adopted, and then I saw hank. Hank was abandoned by his previous owner and he had severe conditions… When I brought him home he was scared and jumpy, but he’s got used to me now. I just fell in love with him and he’s so adorable.” She finished as she smiled at the dog who sat by your feet.

“That's so sweet of you, Rosé. He’s lucky to have met you.” You lean forward, resting your head on your forearms as you watch her work. A comfortable silence lulls in the air, you content just watching her focus on not burning things.

She deserves a second chance…

You’re immediately cut off by her soft lips being pushed against your own and you feel a hand slither around your waist, pulling you closer to her and away from Irene. As she continues to kiss you, her hand slides down your arm and she rips Irene’s hand out of your grasp, replacing it with her’s.

Her hand was warm, her lips even warmer— but then she pulled away, looking you in the eyes. You could feel the nerves radiating off her.

So, breathlessly, she pleads once more. “Please, and I know it’s cliche, but hear me out. I’m not asking you to forgive me because what I said was terrible, but—”

“Okay. Okay…fine.” You agree, finally. Rosé squeezes your hand before leading you out of that noisy bar & club.

Now in her Mercedes, Rosé fidgets around thinking of how to start her apology. She knows starting off with “I’m sorry” is not gonna cut it.

“I was scared.” She begins before pausing. You go to ask her “of what” but she starts talking again. “I was scared that if we started a relationship I would fuck everything up— which I already have in a way— but I was scared of causing you problems, pain, I was trying to protect your heart,” she sighs, “It’s just, most of my life I’ve been told I’m hard to love and it kind of just stuck to me like a bad omen. And I want you to know I said all those things so you would keep your distance.”

You’re stuck, appalled; you don’t know how to respond other than a stuttered “Oh” and a nod. It seems to be enough for Rosé though. “I want you to know it wasn’t a mistake, and it meant so much to me. I’ll do anything I can to make up for it if you’ll let me. I’m sorry.”

She definitely has a way with her words.

And the way she looked at you when she finished? — like heaven on earth.

You might as well be six feet under.

How are you not supposed to fall for her? And right now, in the middle of the night, surrounded by the vibrant buzz of energy from the city, everything her, you can't help but look at her lips that she bites in concentration.

You were biting those just a few days ago yourself.

You know what she tastes like. And you really, really want strawberries right now. Her lips are so soft, so plump, and the way she kissed you? You think you might be ruined for anyone else.

Kiss me again, you think.

Rosé’s brows pull together and she stops chopping the vegetables. "(Y/n), I think you might still have some alcohol in your system."

"What?" You’re on the verge of getting mad because you know you're sober.

"You just said… I might not be hearing right.” She shook her head, dismissing it.

"What did I say?" You pry, curious yourself. Rosé glances at you, heat blooming on her cheeks.

“You said…kiss me again.”

A/n: KISS AND MAKEUPPP KISS KISS AND MAKEUP 💃🏾

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[tallysgreatestfan]

My faceclaims/drawing references for my Risen Empire faves and my actual drawings of them:

Nathan Stewart-Jarrett - Captain Laurent Zai

Mandip Gill - Senator Nara Oxham

Mary Chieffo - Rix Commando h_rd

Irene Böhm - Militia worker Rana Harter

[silviascorcella]

Caterina Gatta p/e 2020: nell’archivio c’è la fonte della bellezza futura

“Di una cosa ero sicura, non volevo fare la fashion designer”: suona curiosamente paradossale pronunciato da Caterina Gatta, che con la sua moda di giovane e talentuosa stilista, è sempre felicemente riconoscibile perché non  è mai stata imitatrice né debitrice di estetiche standardizzate e massificate, vero? Difatti, l’unicità è una dote che accade raramente: ovvero, quando le creazioni sono una combinazione non solo di grande passione e bravura sartoriale, ma anche di una dedizione profonda per la ricerca agganciata ad un senso del tutto personale della bellezza, e di un istinto rispettoso che va oltre il mero fascino dell’estetica, per andare a conquistare e condividere il valore prezioso della cultura che tramite l’estetica si esprime.

Ecco, Caterina Gatta nel mondo del suo brand, che con lei condivide anche il nome e cognome come fosse uno specchio che ne riflette tutto il ventaglio di bellezza, esercita proprio questa combinazione pregiata. L’ha fatto sin dall’inizio del suo percorso di giovane promessa del fashion italiano, e lo riconferma tutt’ora nella collezione s/s 2020, che del suo percorso è anche una  rinfrescante sublimazione.

A ben vedere, forse il segreto di Caterina Gatta e della sua moda potrebbe essere raccolto proprio nell’essenza di  quell’affermazione: che, badate bene, non ha nulla di perentorio né altezzoso, tutt’altro! Anzi, è per l’appunto l’incipit spontaneo del suo itinerario poliedrico e generosamente curioso nella moda: che al fashion design approda come fosse il contenitore professionale perfetto dove raccogliere e esprimere le illuminazioni scoperte durante il percorso. Che inizia  con lo studio in Scienze della moda e del costume, mescolato ad esperienze lavorative assai eterogenee, cioè l’esperienza in un negozio vintage, lo studio dei diamanti presso un azienda import export, lo stage in America come associate new business per un agenzia di PR, l’assistente di una giornalista durante le fashion week di Milano e Parigi. Esperienze diversissime, ma che già custodivano il fil-rouge che da lei, e del suo brand, è tanto amato: l’amore scoccato per i tessuti vintage appartenuti alle grandi griffe che del made in Italy son state pietre miliari per eccellenza di qualità manifatturiera e per meraviglia di creazione estetica. 

Una scintilla scoccata con l’incontro casuale di un tessuto vintage firmato Irene Galitzine, da cui Caterina Gatta aveva avviato una collezione personale: oltre un centinaio di stoffe splendide, provenienti principalmente dai favolosi anni Ottanta e Novanta appartenute, tra gli altri, a Gianni Versace, Mila Schön, Valentino, Ungaro, Yves Saint Laurent , Givenchy, Fausto Sarli, Lancetti e molti altri. Una collezione presto divenuta ispirazione per il suo progetto di moda.

È il 2011 quando il progetto di Caterina Gatta riceve la benedizione di Franca Sozzani e Sara Maino per la partecipazione al ‘Vogue Talents corner’: aveva ragione Caterina, a voler creare abiti dall’appeal contemporaneo a partire da quelle stoffe testimoni di una bellezza unica e irripetibile, profondamente italiana e straordinariamente creativa.

Da quel momento il brand è cresciuto e maturato, naturalmente: si è anche ampliato a collezioni dove i tessuti sono ideati e progettati da lei, con un’evoluzione naturale della ricercatezza divertita dei motivi stampati a dar forma a silhouette squisitamente attuali.

Ora, per la p/e 2020, Caterina Gatta torna alle origini con consapevolezza entusiasta: torna al suo archivio prezioso di tessuti vintage, materia prima il cui valore è anche nel gesto, a suo modo ribelle e salvifico, di riportarli nel nostro presente e plasmarli in creazioni sartoriali perfettamente contemporanee, perfettamente coerenti con il gusto di Caterina Gatta, fatto principalmente di appiombi netti e linee asciutte come base solida su cui costruire volant plastici, gonne a corolla che sbocciano con brio pop, tagli fendenti che aprono geometrie affacciate sulla pelle, silhouette anch’esse felicemente caratteristiche del brand come la tuta pantalone con i volant appoggiati sulla vita e gli abiti imbottiti con la tundra di seta e organza tripla, dove per fare un mini abito servono più di dodici metri di seta pura.

Restano intatti i giochi di accostamenti e sovrapposizioni di colori vividi e stampe che sembrano sottratte a opere d’arte: resta intatta la creatività libera, assieme alla passione per l’arte in connubio con la moda. 

Forse Caterina Gatta ha ragione: se avesse voluto fare la fashion designer, non avrebbe tracciato un viaggio così personale e intenso! 

Silvia Scorcella

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[mayzie-grobe]

transcript under the cut

girl talk 💅 but no seriously, a little insight into the relationship dynamic between angela and irene 👀

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[Angela]: What did you end up doing about, um, Junior?

[Irene]: What do you mean?

[Angela]: Well, I mean, you're his aid. Aren't you supposed to be like..helping him or something?

[Irene]: He told me he didn't need any help.

[Angela]: ...Irene..

[Irene]: What? Look, he's a judgemental creep and I have absolutely no doubt that he knew exactly who you were when he first met you.

[Angela]: I'm telling you, he didn't! Can't you just trust me on this?

[Irene]: Fine! But if he really needed help then he'd have to come to me himself. Not have you begging for him, or whatever. Wait. That loser hasn't been bothering you about this has he?

[Angela]: No! I just, well, I just noticed. That's all!

[Irene]: Angie, I swear. Just stay away from him. Guys are bad news.

[Angela]: Oh really? And how would you know?

[Angela]: Does this have anything to do with you sneaking about before tennis practice?

[Irene]: I have no idea what you're talking about.

[Angela]: Oh my god.

[Angela]: You know, one of these days you're going to make Katrina pop a blood vessel.

[Irene]: And ruin her pretty, little forehead? As if.

[matchalovertrait]

Dulce is now working on the mixology skill!

For any new readers or people who need a refresher (it's been a little while), here are the character descriptions for Hilary, Irene, and Teodor :)

Transcript:

Dulce: Wow, the 30-minute lunch breaks here are the best!

[Castel Ravello] [Tartosa, Italy]

Hilary: This is a fairly new thing.

Teodor: Is this the way we run our businesses now? What a way to raise morale.

[(Dulce's) Totally unaware of what's happening between her aunts and uncle.]

Dulce: I wonder if I can flip this in the air.

Hilary: Still envious that I'm the favorite aunt?

Dulce: Whoops.

Irene: Just give us the table for two, Hilary.

[shitpostsfromtheinvisiblelibrary]

Kai: so you took two black birkins, two lady dior bag, one dior saddle bag, two pair of ralph laurent suit. Why did you do that?

Irene: err... Did you know that the receipts you get in the store after shopping are not recyclable?

Kai:....

Irene: the plastic coating on them prevents them from being recyclable. So they have to end up in the landfill. Sustainability for me is to forego the receipt by ✨stealing✨

[yae-energy]

not bae writing songs about me 😂😂😂

[multifandotakugirl]

The Prankster

Alice Jane "AJ" Wilson Amber Corbin Anastasia "Ana" Lewis Andrews "Andre" Adair Anna Branson April Holt Astrid "Sassa" Isbert Blair Parker Bree Winters Carson Elliot Cherry McLaine Constance "Connie" Willis Cory Pierson Devonne "Devon" Flynn Ethan Morton Evangeline "Eva" Flynn Gabriella "Ella" Finn Dahlia Hills Isadora "Izzy" Night Jasmine "Jaz" Asher Kalista "Kallie" Ryans Katyona "Katya" Egorovna Kaycee "KC" Bethel Lyssa Dexter Mackenzie "Kenzie" Lewis Mallory "Mal" Hale Marina "Mara" Morozova Mercedes "Mercy" Orlando Mia Hills Michaela "Mickie" Griffin Nadine "Nadia" C. Mitchell Paris Stein Parker Howell Quintana "Quinn" Jones Reid Swayde Rowan Esteriac Sadie Lightborn Vega McLaren Vera Moen Emily Hiller Rickie Howell Damon Howell Ezra Howell Salvador Martell Medus Martell Harper Gardner Gabriel "Gabe" Flynn

The Victim of the Prank

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Is your OC be more likely to be the prankster, or the victim of the prank?