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reidjumpers · 4 years ago

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silver platter

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning/Includes: none! Spencer being happy

Summary: Spencer meeting your family for the first time

Note: this idea pop up out of nowhere. he is truly every in law's dream dare i say.

There was a line of dust flour across your face, Spencer noticed. There was laughter and pure happiness hanging in the air. It made him both fuzzy and dizzy, an odd combination that he couldn’t really tell why it was there in the first place.

When you had told him that your parents invited him to join your family gathering, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go. He had met your parents two times in total throughout his life before, once as a federal agent and a coworker and once as a good friend of yours. It would be his third now, and for most, they wouldn’t be as nervous as he would be when the prospect popped up for the third time.

But this time, he would face your parents as a man who loved you with all of his heart, a man who proudly called himself your boyfriend over and over.

You had warned him this morning that while he had met your parents twice, he hadn’t met the rest of your extended family before. A harmless warning that you had come from a big family with aunts who love to pester new people with a bunch of questions and cousins who love to poke some fun here and there. You had warned him, with the most serious look you could muster that did nothing to him but made him want to laugh at the way you tiptoe to make yourself look taller, nose scrunched adorably, that while your family are good, they could be draining.

Spencer had just smiled. Placing a chaste kiss to your forehead in order to mask his own unnerving nervousness brewing at the pit of his stomach. It was endearing that when it should be him who worried about this whole ordeal of meeting your whole extended family for the first time, it was you who took all the downfall and stressing out about his own comfort. He kissed you again, to reassure you that it would be fine, while gently tucking away his own worry so you don’t have to worry about anything else.

His worry and nervousness almost immediately melted away when he entered your parents’ threshold. Your mother smiled and lit up brighter than a Christmas tree when she spotted you hand-in-hand with him. Spencer’s eyes widened in both surprise and delight as your mother embraced him like he was one of her own, welcoming you and ushered you both inside.

It was hard for his nervousness or any unpleasant feeling to grow inside. All of them are lovely people who had loved you twice as much, and consequently, had extended their love for him too with a wide welcoming arm. It was hard for him not to fall into the warmth of a familial love when he saw you surrounded by it, a bright smile on your face as you reminisced childhood stories with your cousins, or letting out defensive screeches when your mother pulled out an old photo album.

You were such a cute kid, he thought, and an even cuter adult now.

He found himself bombarded with innocents, endearing questions from your aunts. It was hard for him not to smile and laugh, as they ask about his favorite food and insist on knowing his input on their cooking. He found himself cackling at the game of wild play tag your nieces and nephews conduct, engaged in a really competitive monopoly game with your cousins, and had a nice small talk with your siblings. It made him crave to have a family of his own.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught you smiling at him as he sat in the middle of the living room. Your nieces and nephews surrounded him like he was the center of the universe, eyes wide with anticipation and excitement as he hung his magic trick in the air. A loud, excited squeal broke as he pulled a string of cards from behind your niece’s ear, and a loud clap and booming laughter coming from the adults made his heart swell.

When he sat and watched you moving around the kitchen with your sister and your cousins, talking animatedly and eagerly about trying a recipe you had always wanted to try, he wondered why he had to be worried in the first place. He sat down at the kitchen counter, tried his best to ignore the whiff smell of freshly baked cookies waiting to cool off in the counter and barely registering your brother slipped into the empty seat next to him, when he was so busy thinking that he was sitting there as no one but a boy who loved you with all of his heart.

When the day finally set and the night slowly came, the excitement had worn out a little bit. The little kids now had ushered into empty rooms, asleep, and tired from running around for the whole day. He found himself sitting in the living room with your father pressing a drink into his hand.

Spencer glanced into the brandy on his hand, bracing himself for the stern talk coming from your father. He remembered Morgan had mentioned it once to him in a teasing manner when he revealed he’d visited your family for the weekend that some fathers are protective and unkind to boyfriends.

“I’m glad that Y/N is coming with you,” your father instead started the conversation with an easy opening like that. Spencer glanced up from his drink with a barely concealed surprise, didn’t expecting such a statement coming when he had been preparing himself for another.

Spencer took a small sip into his drink to ground himself. “It’s honestly an honor that you invited me.”

Your father smiled. He remembered him as a really good man, although barely talked to strangers, but he didn’t make himself look unwelcome or cold to him when he first met him. You had mentioned to him that it took a while for him to warm up to new people, and Spencer couldn’t blame him for the fact that he did take his time too.

“You’re a really good man, Spencer. And if my child were to date any man, I am glad that it’s you.”

Spencer took a sharp breath, gently fiddled with his glass to calm down his erratic heart. Your father had just handed him his approval like it was nothing. A big trust and honor that most probably would work their ass off to have, handed to him on a silver platter.

“I promise I’ll protect Y/N with all my life, Sir.”

“You know Y/N doesn’t need a protection,” your father cocked an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Y/N has always been a fierce and strong child who can handle themselves. If anything, they just need a reminder not to carry the burden of the world alone. You just have to convince them to share the weight with you.”

He nodded, agreeing. Then the conversation flowed like a river after that. He talked about his mother and your father talked about his job and some wild stories coming from it. You emerged from the kitchen fifteen minutes into the conversation, blinking when you spotted him laughing together in an easy conversation with your father, and smiled.

The clock had struck midnight when he found himself laying on your childhood bed in your old room, staring into the ceiling littered with constellation stickers that were haphazardly put. It had been a long day and the exhaustion from the day slowly catching up to him.

“Hey,” you said, whispering as you nuzzled closer to him. There was a line of dust flour across your face, Spencer noticed. And you smelled like cinnamon.

“Hi,” he whispered, shifting closer to you. Although the day had been well-spent in his humble opinion, he couldn’t help but to notice he was mostly away from you and now he is aching to be with you.

And bless your heart, you understand him without a word needed to be said. You moved yourself close to him, hand easily snaking around his torso as your head found its way to the crook his neck. “How was your day?”

“Lovely,” Spencer answered quickly. “I teach Lily some of my magic tricks.”

You huffed at the mention of your niece, frowning at the fact he was so deliberately sharing his magic trick he guarded from anyone but your niece, apparently. Spencer ducked down to kiss your forehead, smiling when you drew a half-hearted pattern on his chest.

“What were you talking about with dad, by the way?”

Spencer’s mind flew to the conversation that he had earlier, his mind replayed the conversation over and over. He smiled as he pulled you closer to him, squeezing your figure slightly. “Nothing. Just an honor handed to me on a silver platter.”

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anxiousgaypanicking · 4 years ago

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All Eyes On Monopol-Me

Analogical (Virgil x Logan) Prompt: an exhibitionist one where the other sides watch logan and vigil do it and logan teases Virgil and Virgil is sub and the others are there to help fulfill his fantasy but they don't touch Warnings: exhibitionism, degradation, handjobs, sex, minor mentions of blood, hair pulling A request from my wattpad.

The others knew what they were doing, but Virgil didn't have to know that. Although, if he did, Logan was sure it wouldn't ruin the fantasy too much.

But Virgil was squirming on Logan's lap, hardly keeping his noises contained as one of Logan's hands had slithered it's way down his pants, and was rubbing and palming at his cock through his boxers.

The table they sat at did little to hide Logan's obvious arm movements, but he wasn't necessarily trying to hide it. The others were supposed to know. That was part of the fun.

Well, for Virgil at least. Logan didn't much see the point, but he was always willing to indulge his boyfriend.

"Virgil, it's your move," Janus suddenly says, motioning towards the game board. They were just playing a friendly game of Monopoly, more so as a cover up so that Logan had an excuse to hold and touch him in front of the others.

Virgil gulps, as he reaches for the dice, only for Logan to suddenly roughly grab his cock through his boxers, earning a squeak.

The others act like they don't notice, while Virgil's face flushes in embarrassment and he mutters curses under his breath. Logan trails a few sweet kisses up his neck, before whispering softly in his ear "hush, Virgil. Do you really want the others hearing how pathetic you are?"

His voice was hushed enough that only Virgil could hear him, but the others could guess based on his reaction to what Logan had said.

Remus went to open his mouth, only to be nudged in the side by Janus, earning a whine.

His previous thought is discarded, as the intrusive side instead says "Virgin, hurry up! You know I get impatient." He's pouting, and he looks a tad bit annoyed. He knew what Virgil had to deal with, but it didn't take that much effort to roll a pair of dice.

Virgil goes to reach for them again, only for Logan's hand to slide down his boxers and grab his cock, giving it a few strokes. Virgil jolts, hand coming down hard on the table, as he bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Remus mutters, before he takes the dice and tosses it carelessly onto the table. "Boom, you rolled a four. Logan, can you move his fucking piece for him?"

Logan nods, while Patton scolds Remus for using such naughty language. He moves Virgil's piece four pieces across the board, before he rolls his own turn, his hand still "discretely" stroking Virgil under the table.

When Patton goes to take his turn, Logan shifts Virgil's position slightly, raising his hips in order to swiftly tug both his pants and boxers down past his ass. He further pulls them down past his crotch and down to his knees, before stopping there.

It's quite the noticeable action, but the others act oblivious, and all going around the table taking their turns. Janus and Roman's back and forth bickering about a chance card provides enough cover for Logan to undo his zipper and tug his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal his half hard cock.

All of Virgil's squirming had worked him up quite a bit, but he wasn't complaining. Before he can grab the lube from where he'd tucked it in Virgil's hoodie pocket, Roman dramatically announces it's Logan's turn. Logan doesn't bother holding back a sigh, as he instead rolls his dice and moves his piece. Normally, in such a game, Logan's rather competitive, but here he can't find himself to care all that much. He ends up taking Virgil's turn for him as well, before nudging the dice to the side, and resituating himself.

Virgil eventually gasps when he feels one of Logan's slick fingers prod at his hole. "Logan!" he whisper-shouts, although he's not doing too good a job at being discreet.

Logan merely shushes him, before saying "you want to be a good boy for me, don't you, Virge?" He receives a curt whine in response, so he adds "besides, you love the fact the others will be watching. And here I thought Roman was the attention whore, but no. It was you all along." His finger slides into Virgil's hole, Virgil's breath immediately hitching, as he pathetically tries to hold back a moan.

"Admit it, you want to let them watch as I fuck you senseless," Logan continues, moving his finger in and out of Virgil's ass. "You wouldn't voice a single complaint if I were to slam you over that table and use you like a toy, would you?"

This time, Virgil moans, and now everyone's looking at him. His face goes bright red, but before he can even think about covering his face, Logan slides a second finger into him. Virgil leans forward slightly, hands gripping the edge of the table, as he slides partially off Logan's lap, his knees rubbing against the ground.

Janus and Roman bicker momentarily as they work to move the game to the floor, deciding they'll have a much more entertaining sight before them soon.

Virgil's half-lidded eyes watch as they do that, but he doesn't get the chance to before he's pulled up by the hood of his hoodie, and then he's slammed back down onto the table, his chest hitting it rather roughly.

He doesn't bother trying to push himself up with his hands, instead allowing Logan to do as he pleases. He's positioned towards Remus and Janus, both of which who are watching him with rapt attention. Janus is smirking, clearly enjoying the fact Virgil is being repeatedly forced into increasingly embarrassing positions and situations, meanwhile Remus is shamelessly touching himself to the sight.

"Honestly, Virgil," Janus begins, leaning towards him. "Who knew you'd be into something so humiliating? You look quite pathetic like this."

"I think he looks hot," Remus says, rather bluntly, followed by a grunt, as he strokes is cock faster. "Hot and weak."

Virgil whines, turning his head to the side to avoid looking at the two of them, and instead sees Patton, who's staring with the same intensity as the other two. A third finger pushes into him, and at this point Virgil knows Logan's teasing. He didn't need to be stretched in the first place - Logan had a surprisingly high libido, so Virgil knew him drawing out the prep was meant entirely to further embarrass him.

And he hated that it was so excellently working.

After a few more moments, Logan pulls his fingers out, and Virgil is left whining as he buries his head in his arms, waiting oh-so desperately for Logan to finally fill him.

"Logan," he begins, only to be sharply cut off as Logan roughly pushes into him. Logan's leaning over his body, and one of his hands suddenly tangle itself in Virgil's hair and roughly yanks his head back. He wants Virgil to see all of his friends watching him be used like he's just a toy. A loud, drooling, pathetic toy.

Wanting to look away from Janus and Remus, he turns his head to the other side, instead being met with Roman, who is looking at him with a more shy expression. The position of his arm, and the less-than-subtle movements of his arm allowed Virgil to easily guess what he was doing, and noticing it made him whine.

He turns his head again, wanting to look at all of them. Were they all getting off to him? All of them stroking themselves to the sight of his small body getting wrecked? Yes, yes they all were.

Janus and Remus were way less shameless about it, and even Patton was biting his lip with his cock clear in sight, stroking quick and squeezing his cock tighter whenever Virgil moaned.

Virgil suddenly jolts and cries out Logan's name, his blunt nails scratching against the wood of the table. "Fuck; Logan!" Logan's hand in his hair tightens, and keeps his head still, but Virgil's eyes are squeezed shut as drool dribbles down his chin.

"Is that the right spot, Virgil? Am I making you feel good? Tell me I'm making you feel good," Logan orders, pressing his chest against Virgil's back. He trails his teeth over Virgil's neck, easily tugging Virgil's head to the side due to his hand tangled in Virgil's hair.

"Fuck- Lo! Feels so good! Please, please don't stop," he begs, mouth open unashamedly in a moan. He was feeling too good to register his absolute humiliation at the moment, but that just made the others hornier.

Logan praises him for being good, before his hand goes to squeeze at Virgil's cock, before roughly stroking him in tandem with his thrusts.

"Logan! Close," he cries out, before he's momentarily distracted by Remus's loud moans as he comes over his hand and chest, and partially onto the table. He's drawn back to Logan with another tug to his hair.

"Let them come first, Virge," Logan responds. "Don't want to force them to finish after the show, do you?" There comes no response, so Logan's hand squeezed hard around his cock, drawing a loud moan. "Do you?" he repeats, a bit more stern this time, and Virgil shakes his head.

"N-no!"

"Good boy." And without warning, Logan buries himself deep inside Virgil's ass and comes, Virgil jolting forward on the table, and desperately attempting to hold back his own orgasm per Logan's orders. However, Logan's hand expertly working his cock doesn't make this easy for him.

A soft moan comes from Virgil's left, and when he turns his head, he watches as Patton quietly comes over the edge of the table. Virgil whines at the sight, before streaks of come hit his face, and he jolts backwards, only to be reminded Logan's cock is still inside of him, and Logan himself is still holding him in place.

Virgil's head turns back to the front to glare at Janus best he could through his flushed face and raised eyebrows, and Janus is grinning back at him. He's clearly amused at the fact he managed to come partially on Virgil's face. Virgil doesn't find it nearly as amusing, but he doesn't bother wiping it off.

Roman's the last to finish, and Virgil is close to begging by the time he finally moans loudly, head thrown back, before he comes with a few final strokes of his cock, and then Virgil eagerly pushes back against Logan, who's free hand comes to his hip in order to hold him still. Logan's thumb slides over the slit of Virgil's cock, pumping him fast in order to finally drive him to come.

And Virgil does just that, rather intensely too, coming over his own chest and the table he was partially leaning on. Logan's hand works him through his orgasm, before it falls away as Virgil starts to whine. There's a bit of catching their breath, before Logan pulls Virgil back to the floor, and back against his chest, Virgil immediately trying to pull his pants up in an attempt to re-cover his body, despite the fact he was messy.

"Come on, Virgil. I'll go start us a shower," Logan says, as he helps tug Virgil's jeans up, before he picks Virgil up entirely, Logan's strength making the other four ogle. He carries Virgil away, really only caring about his needs at the moment, and leaving the other four to clean up their own messes.

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years ago

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Moral of the Story

Summary: Steve’s girl likes to party all the time and he’s at his wit’s end. Then he meets you.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader.

Warnings: Alcohol, Smut, ANGST

Words: 5k

A/N: This is for the wonderful @captain-rogers-beard challenge. Congrats Doll! My prompt was “Party all the Time” by Eddie Murphy.

The music was a bit louder than you would have liked, but at least the song was catchy. You sipped on your drink as you watched the dance floor, your friend’s waving you over.

With a smirk you shook your head and lifted your drink, far too sober to dance.

“I think they want you to join them?” A voice boomed in your ear.

You did a jump as you turned to see a gorgeous blonde next to you.

“I don’t want to spill my drink.” You ran your hands down your now wet dress.

“Oh Jeez, I’m so sorry ma’am.” He reached for some cocktail napkins. “Let me buy you another.”

“It’s okay.” You began to pat your dress dry. “It’s probably better on my clothes than down my throat. I don’t drink often.”

“Me either.” He gave a warm smile.

“Then why are you in a nightclub?” You turned to the bar, trying to block out the loud music and not have to yell so much. “Here to pick up women?”

“A friend invited me.” His gaze went to the dance floor.

You followed it and saw he was looking at a dark haired man. You couldn’t see his face because it was being covered by a gorgeous brunette. She pulled away and you blinked a few times, she had to be a model, a perfect ten.

“I think your friend is going to get lucky.” You turned back to see his jaw clench up.

“Yeah, it looks like it.” He looked away, there was a pain in his eyes. “If I can’t buy you a new drink how about a cup of coffee?”

“Oh, I don’t think they sell coffee here.” You shrugged.

He erupted in laughter and you glanced around, not noticing the punch line.

“There’s a diner a block away.” He leaned against the bar. “Open twenty four hours. I know I’m a stranger, but I could get out of here and by the looks of it so could you.”

“I’m game.” You put your glass on the bar and started walking to the door.

“I’m Steve by the way.” He held out his hand.

“I know who you are.” You smiled. “I think the whole world knows who you are.”

A confused look spread across his face. The brisk nighttime air made your arm get some goosebumps, but you let out a sigh of relief when the music died down.

“That’s not the reaction I get from most people who know who I am.” Steve grabbed his chin. “Maybe I should grow a beard again.”

“Would you rather I asked for an autograph and a selfie?” You raised an eyebrow, then put the back of your hand to your forehead. “Oh Captain my Captain?”

“Alright, I get it.” Steve laughed. “So what’s your story? I guess your the one whose the stranger here.”

“It’s not like I know everything about you, just the headlines.” You winked. “Workaholic, I love my job, it keeps me busy. In my free time I do the basics, read, watch movies, attempt and fail at the newest workout craze.”

“Pilates man.” Steve pulled the diner door open. “It’s a lot harder than it looks.”

“I fall in every yoga position.” You followed Steve as he slid into a booth. “Zumba was fun, but I’m lacking in rhythm.”

“You?” Steve’s eyes went wide. “You look like you would be a great dancer.”

“I’m great at a lot of things.” You flipped over your mug. “But bad at more.”

“I’m really bad at board games. I flipped the board last time I played Monopoly.” Steve leaned back in the booth. “But I am amazing at tic-tac-toe.”

“Oh yeah?” You reached in your purse and pulled out a pen, drawing the lines on a napkin. “Prove it?”

“Even with all this coffee and stimulating conversation.” You brought your hand to your mouth to stifle the yawn. “Exhaustion is setting in. I’ve got to get to bed.”

“How far do you live from here?” Steve reached for his wallet. “It’s almost 4 am. Can I walk you home?”

“Four am?” You hadn’t checked your phone since you told your friends you were safe after vanishing, that was five hours ago.

Sure enough the device read 3:56.

“Damn.” You grabbed a menu. “Might as well order breakfast then.”

Steve looked shocked, but then nodded in agreement, not pulling a menu. The server took notice and came over.

“I’ll have a meat lovers skillet, side of country gravy, sub American cheese, eggs over easy, wheat toast?” You but the menu back.

“I’ll have the same.” Steve leaned forward.

“Really?” The waitress was confused. “Not the usual?”

“I’m being adventurous tonight.” Steve winked.

“Okay.” She walked away.

“I like the way you know what you want.” Steve leaned back. “Kind of no nonsense. It’s refreshing.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You laughed. “Maybe when it comes to diner food at 4 am. I’ve been eating my whole life after all.”

“So why isn’t there anyone special in your life?” Steve almost seemed fidgety.

“There’s lots of special people in my life.” You smiled. “I’m very close with my parents, my siblings, have some great friends I’d call family, my coworkers are amazing too.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Steve’s eyes showed a strange wave of vulnerability.

“No reason.” You wished you had a better answer. “I’ve dated plenty, had some serious partners, some not so serious. I guess I’m picky? What about you?”

“The friend who invited me to the club tonight, it was the girl.” Steve gave a pressed smile. “We were very serious, she broke it off about two months ago. Wanted to try being friends. I agreed to give it a go. I don’t see how it’s going to work.”

The perfect 10 brunette. Your heart started to ache for the man. He was heartbroken. It was all over his face, body language. Everything clicked.

“What a bitch.” You brought your hand to your mouth and looked at him with wide eyes.

He laughed and you relaxed.

“There you go, being honest and direct again.” Steve put his elbows on the table. “I don’t think people can be friends with exes. It’s not in the cards.”

“I’ve never tried.” You were more of the it’s done it’s done type. “My philosophy is look forward. The future. Thinking about the past, it’s a dangerous trap.”

“I’m starting to think the same thing.” Steve’s eyes lit up. “She is a big party girl, I mean, she’s a model so sometimes its a networking thing. But I never really fit into her life.”

“Wait, were you guys like a tabloid couple?” You tilted your head. “Can I read all about your breakup on instagram?”

“No!” Steve rolled his eyes. “That was part of the problem. I think she wanted that. Being with me could elevate her career and it made me feel used, so I wouldn’t allow public photos. There’s a few that leaked, but nothing confirming our relationship.”

“Wow, you celebrities are a different breed.” It never once crossed your mind to post about who you were having coffee with.

“I am not a celebrity.” Steve wagged a finger at you.

“Oh I’m sorry.” You brought your hand to your chest. “Historical figure.”

Steve cracked up. His laugh was infectious and you joined, chuckling away.

“Without being too forward young lady,” Steve reached out and grabbed your hand, sparks shooting down your arm. “Could I have your telephone number?”

You knew he was bating you for a joke. But you preferred the natural type.

“Yes.” You reached for your phone, breaking the hand touch. “You can have my number.”

Noon hit and you forced yourself out of bed, six hours of sleep was doable. You began to make your mental checklist of projects for the day while you brushed your teeth.

There was a giddy ness in the back of your mind over last night. He was a cool guy and it was a fun time. Your brain started to think about work. You had to call your parents and check in, probably explain to your friends about where you went, you would leave out the Captain America angle.

You grabbed your phone and your jaw about hit the floor. There was a text from Steve already.

Are you going to say good morning?

You didn’t think you would hear from him for at least a few days. It made you smile and wiggle as you sat on the bed.

Good morning! Or afternoon?

Before you set the device down the reply bubbles started to form. You parted ways seven hours ago. It was a Saturday. This was unexpected. The bubbles disappeared and then reappeared several times. You were on the edge of your seat.

Then your phone started to vibrate. You almost threw the thing, seeing Steve’s name pop up. Instead your smile grew as you slid it to answer.

“Was good afternoon not appropriate? Technically it’s 12:15, that is literally after noon.” You tried to stifle the excitement.

“You want to have a beer with me tonight?” Steve’s voice was just as sexy over the phone. “I would say dinner, but I know you had some things to take care of. There’s this sports bar I love, I promise I won’t spill anything on you and coffee keeps us up too late.”

“I’d love to.” You didn’t see a point in trying to act coy.

“Great, nine o’clock? I’ll text you the address.” Steve’s smile carried over the phone.

“Sounds like a plan.” You ran your hand over your hair and wondered if you could get away without washing it.

“Have a great day. I”ll see you tonight.”

“Bye.” You clicked off the phone and did a little happy dance.

You didn’t see that one coming.

Your phone lit up with Steve’s message right away. You sent a thumbs up emoji. To your surprise, Steve responded:

Emojis, it’s like hyrogliphics are coming back? Why did we skip the sonnets?

You didn’t even think before responding.

You: Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s Day? Thou art more lovely and temperate.

Steve: Sonnet 18, one of the greats.

You: I stole it from Clueless.

Steve: What’s Clueless?

You woke the next morning, at your normal 8 am. Even more thrilled with the date from the night before. It was fun. It was a fantastic time. Of course the texting all day long made the conversation flow right to person-to-person.

“I can’t sleep until noon tomorrow.” You stood up from the bar stool. “Plus I hit my three beer maximum. Maybe once I know you better you can meet four beer me.”

“You’re guarded in the strangest ways.” Steve beamed at you.

“Me?” You were shocked. “I’m an open book. Nothing to hide.”

“Well would this bother you then?” Steve cupped your cheek and before you could react his face leaned in.

Warm lips met yours. You melted into him, your body felt like it was floating. Nobody in the bar paid you any attention as his tongue slid into your mouth before pulling out. A little moan came forward when he pulled away.

There was a devilish grin on his face as he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Let’s get you an Uber.”

All you could do was nod in a numb state. This amazing man kissed you. It was like a dream.

You were all smiles as you rolled out of bed, straight to the bathroom. Sundays were your lazy day, but you missed too much yesterday that you had to squeeze some work in. It wouldn’t be too much.

When you left the bathroom you grabbed your phone. Your heart exploded when you saw there was already a text from Steve.

Today you can say good morning. I have faith.

Steve Rogers was perfect. Three dates in a week, not including coffee night. Every other day he wanted to see you. He made you laugh, listened to you, was always available. Sent you little comics you found funny. You giggled at the last gif he sent you of a puppy eating bubble.

You: I’ve got to head into a work meeting. I’ll text you later.

Steve: Knock ‘em dead.

Supportive too. You smiled as you slipped your phone into your pocket. It had only been a week, but you couldn’t remember the last time you connected with someone this way, if ever.

“You’re smiley.” A coworker bumped you with her arm. “It’s almost like you have a glow.”

“Just a happy person.” You shrugged. “How is your son doing? Any luck on that math test?”

“Oh he did much better!” Your coworker dropped her shoulders in relief. “That tutor was worth every penny.”

She continued to talk and you tried to listen, but your thoughts kept drifting to Steve. This was the best week of your life.

The meeting got your adrenaline pumping. You left and went straight to your office, typing away the e-mails, ready to get the new project off the ground. It was almost time to call it a day, the sun was starting to set.

That was when you picked up your phone. Two messages from Steve. Fuck. Guilt set in.

How was the meeting?

Everything okay?

You grabbed your phone and started typing.

You: Sorry work got crazy. Major project. Just leaving now.

Steve: Do you want to over to my place for dinner? Unwind? I can have a meal and some wine for you, straight away?

Unwinding with Steve sounded perfect, plus you were more interested in the version that didn’t involve a meal.

You looked down at your work clothes, your makeup probably long smeared off, but did that matter? Steve didn’t seem to care about your appearance. He wanted you for who you were. And right now that sounded perfect.

You: Do you have ice cream?

Steve: Oh my freezer is overflowing. Any flavor you like. Popsicles too.

You: I’m in. Text me your address?

Every other time you arrived at a paramour’s place for the first time you were nervous. Not this time. Your brain played a slide show of the last week. The way Steve listened, hung on your words, followed up with questions. He made you feel like the most important person in the world.

Your past experiences taught you that people were either fantastic talkers or listeners. You prided yourself on being both, but Steve seemed to fall in that same category.

With a strange confidence you hit the buzzer for his apartment. The door unlocked and you walked up the stairs, speeding up with each step.

When you got to his floor you spotted him hanging out the door, waving at you. This was going to be the hard part.

“Before I step inside, I have to let you know something.” You rehearsed this in your head a few times. “Work was insane today, and I know tomorrow is Saturday, but I have to put in a few hours. This happens about twice a year, not a common occurrence. But as much as I want to, I can’t spend the night.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded and held the door open. “Again I love your honesty.”

You walked in to see all the only lights on in the apartment two candles on the clothed kitchen table. Your heart started to sink at the thought he’d put into it, but then you noticed the meal set out at each end and began to laugh.

“Full disclosure, all I had was some TV dinners.” Steve came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “And there’s no ice cream or popsicles. But I can think of something I want for dessert.”

You spun around and put your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He reached underneath you and scooped you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you, deepening the kiss.

Nothing had ever felt so right in your life. It was as if the cosmos had brought you together.

“You’re too perfect.” You pulled away as he dropped you on the bed.

“You’re a one-in-a-million.” Steve’s breath was heavy as he started to pull at your clothing.

Hands were everywhere, lips randomly touching whatever skin they could. Shoes and socks flying off with pants and shirts. You shoved his boxers down as he unhooked your bra, the feeling of your bare chests pushed together making you shudder.

Steve grabbed your panties and yanked them down as you settled back on his bed. On your back, legs spread, knees up. His arm encircled your thigh as he began to kiss. You moaned and fisted the blanket, lifting your pelvis up inviting his mouth.

He wasted no time and began to devour you. You tried to pay attention to what he was doing, but you couldn’t keep up. Was that his tongue? His lips? You cried out when something slid inside of you.

“FUCK!” Your body convulsed around his mouth.

Your chest heaved while your brain tried to keep up with the pleasure. Steve kept licking, touching, working you. Everything was frenzied. Your head collapsed to the side and you tried to regain control.

“I knew you were primed.” Steve kissed up your stomach. “But you have one more in you.”

He climbed until he was over you, his cock lining up with your entrance. Never had you came that fast from another person.

Steve pushed forward and filled your aching pussy. You squealed and grabbed onto his shoulders. Rolling your body against his.

“That’s it.” He nipped at your neck. “You were meant for me. Never felt this way before.”

You grabbed his face and pulled his lips to your own, enjoying the taste of yourself on him while he railed into you. He returned the kiss and sped up. Slamming his cock, teasing your clit while your g-spot came to life.

There was no hiding your moans and his grunts as your bodies melded together. Your breath started to tighten, and then your muscles started. The edge came fast and you flung yourself over.

Your head went back into the pillow as your screamed, it was impossible to tell if your vision went black since the room was too dark. But Steve let out a grunt and pulled out of you.

Instead of blowing all over your stomach he pushed your head down. You slid down the bed and opened your mouth.

His aim was perfect and for the second time you tasted yourself, enjoying the way he finished in your mouth, letting your lips wrap around his tip. Drinking him all down while your body shook.

“I think I’m falling in love.” Steve pushed forward before pulling out and landing on his back.

You nodded, breathless as you curled up to him. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head.

You ignored the tears forming in your eyes, fighting them away. If pure happiness existed, this was it. How did you get so lucky?

Steve: I’m going to hug my pillow all night wishing it was you.

You glanced at the clock, it was already approaching midnight.

You: I’m sorry I couldn’t stay. Thank you for a wonderful night and a gourmet meal.

Steve: Get some sleep. I miss you.

You: I miss you too.

You grabbed your pillow. If Steve was pretending his was you, maybe you could do that same. A huge smile on your face as you drifted off.

You woke with a smile. Maybe Smiley could be your new nickname. You grabbed your phone eager to see what Steve had sent. To your surprise, there was no message.

All week long you’d woken up to messages. You smiled even bigger, maybe you’d finally worn him out and the man needed more sleep than you did.

You rolled out of bed to brush your teeth, thoughts filled with nothing but Steve.

Work was so intense, you turned your phone off. No distractions. When the team broke for lunch you flipped it on, your heart racing to see Steve’s messages. When the screen came to life you saw nothing.

Maybe it was wrong? Messages glitched sometimes. You clicked the app open, all you saw was your last message. It said read at 12:03 am.

You shrugged it off. Steve knew you had a big work day. He was being respectful. You thought about texting him, but you had to get back to it and didn’t want to come off as needy. It wasn’t like you could text him all afternoon.

The project finished an hour early, 4 pm on a Saturday. Everyone gave themselves a round of applause and you did a lazy golf clap as you reached for your phone.

Your heart exploded when you saw a message from Steve.

Steve: How was your day?

You: Good. I have so much to tell you!

There was no bubble response, or read receipt. You stared at your phone. Maybe turning it off had been a bad idea.

After saying goodbye to your colleagues and walking to you subway stop your phone dings with a message.

Steve: Can we meet for coffee?

You giggled.

You: Why not dinner? The real kind this time. It was a big day for me! I want to celebrate, you can supply dessert again.

Steve: Coffee. Now? First night?

Maybe he had a big day too. He’d been so supportive of you, it was due to return the favor.

You: Sure. I’ll be there in twenty.

You headed to the other subway line, more than eager for a sleepover tonight.

When you arrive at the diner you scan it, not seeing Steve anywhere. Maybe you beat him here. You were about to grab a random booth when a man in a black hoodie, baseball hat, and sunglasses sticks his hand in the air.

You smile, wondering if this is some Avenger’s mission.

“Are you going as the Unabomber for Halloween?” You slide into the booth. “I couldn’t even recognize you.”

“There’s no easy way to say this.” Steve cracked his jaw. “Ashley called me last night. Very upset.”

“Whose Ashley?” You blurted out the first thought that came to your mind.

“My ex.” He let out a huge sigh. “She’s a mess.”

“The bitch from the club?” You were a little interested in the drama.

“She’s not a bitch.” Steve put his hands on the table and your blood ran cold. “She has some problems. She is working on them. And we have a lot of history and she needs my help.”

“Oh.” You felt like your soul floated out of your body.

“You’re so perfect.” He reached out and grabbed your hands. “But she needs me. You don’t need me. We have a lot of history and I owe it to her to try.”

“Oh.” Everything went numb.

“I wanted to let you know in person and before things got too serious.” Steve squeezed your hand. “If I could take back last night, I wouldn’t. It was perfect, you’re perfect.”

“You already said that.” Your voice was getting tight.

“But I mean it.” He pushed the hood off his baseball cap. “I can’t leave her. Without me, I mean, you saw her at the club that night. She’s a disaster.”

The tears started to boil in your throat they were so deep. You yanked your hands away, thoughts flying to wild to speak clearly. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream at him or plead with him to pick you.

“I hope we can stay friends?” He let out a sigh. “I mean, you’re amazing and you made me so happy this past week. Probably the happiest I’ve been in my entire life. You’re smart, and witty, and beautiful, and you’re everything.”

The way he said week hit home. It was only a week. Not a month, not a year. Just a week. A lot of digs ran through your mind, ways you could make a joke, ways you could state your feelings. But instead you said one thing.

“Sure.” Your brain started to scream at itself.

“That’s such a relief.” Steve dropped his shoulders.

“I had a really long day.” You stood up from the booth. “Talk soon?”

You didn’t look back as you ran to the door, the tears spilling over. With a shaky hand you pulled out your phone, screaming at yourself for being so stupid to develope feelings, but smart enough to do one thing. You highlighted his contact and clicked delete.

Friends, family, whoever would talk had to listen to you cry. You didn’t hold back for them. You made sure they alternated duty. You even took a week off of work.

“If I would have stayed that night, would he have ignored her?” You sobbed to your best friend.

“No hunny.” She ran a hand through your head. “No. You got caught in a weird game.”

Steve: How do you kill a circus?

It’s a random number not saved to a contact, but you know that’s the first text you get from Steve. You know the punchline, but rather than responding you delete it. The last thing you want is to memorize his number.

You would’ve broken down and sent some very dumb stuff you would’ve regretted. It’s only been five days. He should send his girlfriend those jokes, not you.

Three days later you get another.

Steve: How are you?

You think about deleting it, you think about screaming you broke my heart, acting cool like you’re busy, or just gushing about how much you miss him and what a great guy his is.

You: Fine.

Steve: Glad to hear.

You don’t hesitate to delete the thread.

Steve: I miss you.

Your heart races. It’s been two weeks since the night you had the best sex of your life. The tears sting your eyes. You’ve been apart longer than you were together. Did he realize he made a mistake? Was he coming back to you?

You start typing: I miss

But then you stop. No. You had to frame this right. State it right. But what was there to do? Yell at him into loving you? Did you love him? Your heart hurt like it had, but this was wrong.

With a shaky finger you highlighted the number and moved it to block. The sobs came again and you cuddled your phone, regretting your choice.

The day you hit the month mark you were trying not to think about Steve, but then the celebrity hit: CAPTAIN AMERICA ENGAGED! It ran all over the headlines.

Him and his fiance were plastered everywhere. You couldn’t escape. It hit you then. You were a rebound. You were nothing. A temporary step on his life path. It hurt. It hurt more than anything. No ice cream could repair the hole one week with Steve Rogers had created.

“I’m glad we got you out tonight.” Your friend poked you in the side as she screamed in your ear. “What’s it been, months since you’ve been in a club?”

“Yep.” Two, but you tried not to think about how your last time in a nightclub ended, how it could derail your life. “But I’m here.”

You still hated the loud music. Memories of a sports bar with Steve tried to come forward, but you buried them before they could.

“Let’s dance!” She grabbed your hand.

“Not yet.” You yanked it away. “In a few drinks.”

“I’ll wait with you.” She settled next to you. “But that dance floor is inviting.”

The bodies were moving and you scanned the area. Your eyes bulged when you spotted a familiar face, tongue down a mouth.

“Is that…..is that Captain America’s fiance?” Your friend grabbed your arm, you never told them the mysterious Steve’s last name. “She’s not kissing Cap.”

She pulled out her phone ready to take a picture, but you put your hand out and lowered her arm.

A wave of clarity rushed over you.

“His girl wants to party all the time. He buys her champagne and diamonds.” A weird smile settled over you. “He thinks he can fix her.”

That was the problem. You didn’t need fixing. And if you ever did you would figure it out for yourself, with the support of people around you. Steve hit the nail on the head when he said you didn’t need him. You never would.

“Go dance.” You gave your friend a playful spank on the ass.

For the first time in two months you felt like yourself and turned back to the bar hoping to block the music.

A finger tapped your shoulder and you looked up with no jump.

“It’s loud in here.” A handsome man with dark hair looked down at you.

“There’s a coffee shop a block away.” You stood up. “Can I buy you a cup?”

“Yes.” He nodded and set his drink down.

“What’s your name?” You yelled over the music.

“Stephen.” He was right behind you.

“Do you go by Steve and what are your thoughts on needy women?” You pushed open the door to the club.

The air was hot and you rolled your shoulders back, embracing the lack of obnoxious music.

“If I went by Steve I would have introduced myself that way.” His intense eyes glared at you. “And I am a surgeon. Everyone I encounter is needy. I don’t have time for it in my personal life.”

You stifled your laughter at the response. At least Steve had taught you to speak your mind. Having a flashback to leaving the bar with him.

“Well Mr. Stranger, I will never need you.” You grinned at him. “Except for good conversation and occasional support.”

“It’s actually Doctor Strange.” He chuckled. “I think that’s the first time I laughed in months.”

“Tell me about it...literally.” You kicked at the sidewalk. “How do you kill a circus?”

The man scoffed at you and then wiped off his sleeves.

“You go for the juggler of course.”

#Steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel #marvel fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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chickenmcfly1 · 3 years ago

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Fireworks (McFly July Day 4)

here’s the tooth rotting fluff that I came up with for today lol (under cut)

“I’m sorry” Marty says for what’s probably the hundredth time in the last hour.

“Marty, I promise you, it’s fine, no big deal,” Jennifer responds, just as patiently as she said it the first time.

Still unable to shove down the guilt churning in his stomach, Marty buries his face in Einstein's shaggy fur to avoid facing Jennifer. He knows she’s wearing that kind and understanding, but also kind of worried and sad expression that Jennifer looks at Marty with all too often these days, and Marty doesn’t know if he can face that look without going to pieces. He already feels like the world’s shittiest boyfriend. Seeing that will just add to it.

A loud whistling sound fills the night and knowing what follows, Marty tightens his death grip around the hot water bottle that he’s been clutching to his chest like a lifeline, leaning closer to Einstein and Jennifer.

A series of booming pops and bangs explode in the sky and Einie whimpers miserably, the urge to flee and hide underneath something barely trumped by the sheepdog’s loyalty to his terrified second owner. Marty notices none of that though, going rigid at the sound of the fireworks, his spine turning to ice as Marty screws his eyes shut and clutches harder at the hot water bottle, moving even closer to Jen and Einie, desperately needing the contact.

It’s just fireworks, It’s just fireworks for the Fourth of July, you’re okay. You're fine.

But no matter how many times Marty repeats the reassurances in his head, the urge to flee because someone coming after him, to play dead so he can disarm Mad Dog and run, or to burst into tears and run up the stairs and get to Doc to safety immediately because holy shit the Lybians are here and Doc is going to die and nothing will ever be okay again is so, so insanely strong.

With the increased panic, Marty’s breathing pace picks up and both Jennifer and Einstein quickly notice, Einie moving to rest his front paws against Marty’s chest, putting a comforting a grounding weight by Marty’s rapidly beating heart, and Jennifer moving her arm that had been wrapped around Marty’s waist to his back, rubbing circles on the denim Marty’s wearing.

“Sorry,” Marty says again, feeling like absolute shit.

He and Jennifer had been going to the Hill Valley Independence Day fireworks together since freshman year and Marty and Jen had both assumed their tradition was still on for this year.

Before the show, Marty had picked her up, taken her to get dinner and they’d laid out their blankets, cuddled in each other's arms as the show began. The night had been perfect right up until the first firework went off.

At the first boom, Marty’s whole body had gone fully rigid and he’d felt a fear so intense, Marty could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating all together for a full second before launching into Marty’s throat and beating so fast Marty was sure it would explode.

All it had taken was one firework and suddenly, Marty was alone and terrified in a million different years and incorrect timelines all at once, the guilt of screwing up the delicate balance of the universe and pressure of the entire space time continuum on his shoulders as he barely escaped the jaws certain death. The next firework had gone off before Marty could even get another breath in and the consecutive popping noises had transported Marty right back to his literal worst nightmare, watching Doc get obliterated as he stood alone in the parking lot of Twin Pines Mall.

Jennifer had taken one look at Marty’s ashen, shell-shocked face and immediately put two and two together, grabbing Marty’s hand and weaving him through the crowds and back to the truck. Marty hadn’t really been much help, stumbling behind Jen, heaving and gasping and then trembling in the passenger seat, the entire ride to Doc’s.

Doc had pushed a hot water bottle into his hands and ushered him to the basement as soon as Jennifer had led him through the door, then quickly went back up the stairs, promising to return as quickly as possible with more things to help Marty relax, rambling about how Einie was afraid too, so Marty didn’t need to feel bad.

Before Jennifer could open her mouth to accept Marty’s 101st apology, a young voice cuts through the tense silence.

“Marty, Father told me to inform you he’d be down in two or three minutes for sure; he’s waiting for water to boil so he can get you a more adequate sized heating device,” Jules announced, climbing down the basement stairs.

“He’s bringing food too,” Verne adds from behind his brother, mouth stuffed with one of the red white and blue snacks he had begged Marty to get during their afternoon grocery store excursion, “Me and Jules brought games too so we can all stay down here and have fun with you until the fireworks are over. Do you wanna play Monopoly? Dad said you were sad and it always cheers me up! But I don’t exactly know how to play . . . Dad usually just lets me make my own rules,” Verne rambled excitedly, not even noticing the eye roll his last sentence elicits from his older brother.

“Sure,” Marty croaks, scooting closer to Jen and Einie to make room for Jules and Verne in the little corner of the basement he’s stuffed himself in, “thanks guys,”

“Yay!” Verne responds, pulling pieces out of the box, “Can I be on Jennifer’s team? She’s smart and I wanna win this time!”

Verne trails off, not waiting for a response before excitedly setting up the game. Marty watches, grateful for the distraction, however little.

Every firework still sets off a terrifying panic response in Marty, but with Jules and Verne’s happy chatter filling the air, and Clara’s presence being added to their little congregation, Marty finds it’s a little more manageable.

When Doc comes down the stairs a few moments later, a little bit of the ice in Marty’s chest melts, the part of his mind screaming that Doc was dead at every single firework finally relaxing.

“Here,” Doc says, handing Marty another hot water bottle and draping a heavy, grounding blanket over the teenager’s shoulders. Doc’s eyes linger on Marty for a couple extra seconds as Marty takes the bottle, clearly gauging his mental state and wearing the same expression he wears when looking at a malfunctioning machine. The one that says ‘I wish I knew how I could just take away all your problems.’ Still, Doc doesn’t ask any questions.

Their relationship has always been that way. Doc never pushes Marty to talk about his problem unless Marty is ready, but when he is ready, he offers undivided attention.

“Thanks Doc,” Marty says, adjusting the blanket and giving his friend a smile that hopefully says don’t worry, I’m okay.

Doc gives Marty’s shoulder a little squeeze before taking a seat next to him, smiling adoringly at his family.

“Now, who wants to play Monopoly?”

#lol I wrote this in like 15 mins #marty mcfly #doc and marty #Doc Brown #McFly July #bttf #Back to the Future #Clara Clayton #Jules Brown #Verne Brown

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ladyloveandjustice · 3 years ago

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The Westing Game Chapter 23

Strange Answers

This chapter starts off with an extremely sweet moment, where Flora shows Alice a picture of her late daughter. Rather than make any snide comments out of jealousy like usual, Alice finally seems to grasp the whole situation, saying, “I think I would have liked her, Baba. Rosalie looks like a very happy person. I think she would have been fun to have around.” My heart MELTED.

Another sweet and kind of sad note is that we do get confirmation Angela knows what Alice did for her and that Alice had to convince her not to confess. Alice thinks to herself, “now Angela would have to love her forever”. She would have loved you forever even without this, Al! God, this poor child.

I also like the moment of Judge Ford deciding to come out wearing awesome African fashion, possibly intended as a ��screw you” to Westing- wherever he’s watching from. Sandy’s micro-aggression-ridden response just makes me more suspicious of him. Ford generously gives him all of the 10-thou they both receive to help him in his fired state.

(oh, also, I guess it WAS a wax dummy that was at the previous will reading, not Westing’s actual corpse? Somehow I missed that. Whoops. Reading comprehension.)

Meanwhile, the Wexlers have been rekindling their love for each other, which for them apparently means GETTING SMASHED. The tragic fittingness of Grace flat out being unable to recognize Alice …you know, I do hope Grace gets better, for her and her family’s sake, but I also just... want Flora to adopt Alice and Angela (if she wants), that would be the superior ending.

Doc Douchebag seems to have gotten a lot more subdued and generally has been helpful to others lately? It’s weird? I wonder if it’s entirely thanks to Angela ignoring him now, or if something happened we’re not privy to. Anyway, he’s checked out if there are records for plastic surgery on any of the heirs or Otis for Ford, and there are none. He also brings up that Sandy’s face is kind of beat up, which is a detail I forgot. What if Westing didn’t get plastic surgery and HE’S Sandy and Sandy’s face is a result of the accident? I can’t find a description of Sandy’s face even doing a Kindle namesearch to confirm if that’s possible, though…

But lets get to the meat of things. Everyone reveals their guess for Westing’s killer and as well as their new ideas for what their positions in life are, gotta note those!

Jake accidentally put bookie, so I guess he’s being MORE HONEST whether he likes it or not, Sun is still “cook” but she’s actually here this time, at least!, And since these two haven’t really been working on the case, they don’t give an answer other than Sun trying out one of her fave English words, “boom”.

Alice has changed her status to “financier” and her answer is ‘HECK YEAH I PLAYED THE STOCK MARKET AND AM INCREASING MY CAPITAL”, good for you, girl.

Chris is now “ornithologist” courtesy of his brother giving him a fancy title. Denton (since he’s not acting like one right now for the most part, I’ll skip calling him Douchebag) simply put “intern” rather than giving the name of the hospital, does this indicate he’s more humble now and feels less of a need to brag? Or is just that everyone knows by now?

Sweet kid that he is, Chris decides not to accuse anyone despite all previous suspicions. He notes that he’s been given medicine and good things have happened to him since this started (his stammer has gotten noticeably better!) and decides based on that “Westing is a good man” for his answer. I wouldn’t go THAT far, but it seems Chris shares my theory this whole thing might be an attempt at atonement. Denton goes along with it.

Chris also notes Sandy is limping, why?

This time, Ford has simply put down “judge” rather than her fancy complete title. I wonder if she was simply tired of writing the whole thing down, or it this is an indication she no longer feels the need to prove herself to these people. Poor(?) Sandy puts “fired”. Ford chooses not to answer, as part of her “plan”. Mysterious!

Grace has changed from heiress to “restaurateur”, ironically taking on Hoo’s title. Probably also a good sign, she’s happy with the work she’s doing right now and isn’t depending on Westing giving her a windfall. This is reinforced when she drunkenly announces the reopening of the restaurant rather than giving an answer. Hoo has put “inventor” now, showing he gaining confidence in his creations (which seems to be his real passion) again. He says the answer they’ve worked out, “Ed Plum”, rather hilariously making the lawyer put down his own name on the murder suspects list.

Otis didn’t change his answer, but Crow’s is now “mother”, even though she doesn’t remember putting it down. Otis specifically remembers her putting down something different too, so this is definitely Westing manipulating shit (and this confirms Otis isn’t Westing or in on that nasty little trick). Crow decides her answer to the 'who’s the murderer” question is “mother”, showing she now feels responsible for Westing’s death, or just feels the sin of her botched motherhood means she should take the fall regardless.

Doug puts “champ” for his position, aw, he’s so proud, Theo put “writer” this time, showing he’s no longer defining himself as his brother’s caretaker. Theo, despite previously suspecting Otis, chooses not to sell him out after having seen him working at the soup kitchen.

Sydelle and Angela (I already discussed their changes), on the other hand, have no problem fingering Otis for it. They think it’s him based on “purple” being in their clues rather than “amber” waves of grain, buuuut I think this is down to them not having all the clues. After all, “purple” DOES appear in “America the Beautiful”, and I think we’ve gotten only one purple among all the clues that have been revealed, rather than two. Then again, there is that thing of “purple waves” being repeated...

After the clue reveal, Westing’s will specifies that Crow must get the refreshments, which is incredibly suspicious, why her? Alice and Angela do follow her, but I wonder if something happens to them while they’re out that will be important later...or if she’s being set up for something.

But hey, Theo wins the chess game with the invisible opponent that might be Westing! That means…something, I’m sure. Maybe that Westing will be caught, since he made a “careless” move?

At the end of the chapter, the will says “Go directly to the Library, do not pass Go” just so Westing can make it super clear to everyone he’s playing Monopoly like the ultimate capitalist. WHAT WILL THEY FIND THERE?

#this is the last one!#for today!#super long three-for-one special!#nev reads the westing game

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janeyseymour · 4 years ago

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Fight or Flight

In both the past and in this life, Jane Seymour fled from fights. They didn’t even have to be her own fights, she would still flee the scene. She was trying to get better- she really was. But it was hard to shake old habits.

“Catherine! Are you fucking kidding me?” Anne would shriek.

“Shut up Bo-loser! You’re just pissed I beat you at Monopoly again!”

“You were already going to beat me anyway! Why did you have to bankrupt me?”

“That’s just the business of the game Anne.”

“Jane!” Anne whined to the blonde. “Tell Catherine that’s not fair.”

“Jane!” Catherine drew out. “Tell Anne that’s just how you play the game and to stop being a sore loser!”

“Oh, I’m the sore loser? If I can remember correctly, up until recently, you were still pissed you lost Henry to me over 400 years ago!” Anne crossed her arms.

“Because you stole him from me! This is different Anne! It’s just a stupid game!”

“Don’t be bitter cause I’m fitter!” Anne quoted her song. The two continued to go back and forth arguing, not noticing that Jane was getting more and more panicked. Before the two could go any further, blonde fled the room and made her way to the car.

“Jane!” Catherine called after her. “Jane?”

“You two need to figure this out before I come back,” The third queen sighed as she turned on the engine.

“It's 12:30 querida. Don't you think it’s a little late to be driving around?” the first queen tried convincing the third to come back into the house.

“I just need to-” Jane pulled away.

At 3:30 in the morning, the silver queen pulled into the driveway safely, much to the golden queen’s relief.

“Katherine, I thought I asked you to take the trash out three times already? And yet it’s still sitting here? This is ridiculous!”

“I’m right in the middle of watching this movie though!” Kat argued back, not taking her eyes off of the screen.

“You weren’t the first two times I asked you to do it!” Jane refuted.

“Can’t you just back off? I’ll get to it when I get to it!” The fifth queen turned up the volume louder.

“Katherine Howard!” Jane’s voice boomed.

“I-” Katherine stood up immediately and went to take out the trash.

“Was that so hard?” the usually kind queen asked in a mocking tone.

“I know you’re frustrated, but you don’t have to be such an ass about it.”

“Fuck this,” Jane stormed out of the house, car keys in hand.

Three hours later, the blonde returned, visibly more relaxed.

“I’m sorry I called you an ass.”

“You were right love. I’m sorry I was being an ass.”

“Jane, come on. Can’t we talk this out?” The sixth queen pleaded with her less confrontational friend.

“Love, I don’t know what there is to talk about. I desperately pleaded with you not to continue to write into the night, and you did. Because of that, you slept in and missed the one breakfast I was really looking forward to making. It really hurt my feelings, and now I’m going to go on a drive and cool down before I lose it on you.”

“Jane, I apologized a million-” the front door closed.

The blonde got into her car and began to drive. She ended up three towns over before she broke down crying. Knowing it wasn’t safe to drive in the state she was in, she pulled over into a small parking lot and turned off the car.

“I just-” she began to talk to herself and talk out her feelings, something she rarely did despite what the fandom thought. She was rather reserved in her own feelings other than the show. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

She looked up at the place she had parked. On one side of the parking lot was a tattoo parlor, and on the other was a pet store.

If Anna could have a dog and Anne was allowed to have a tattoo, why couldn’t she?

The blonde returned home with a small “VI” on her ribcage because despite the fact that the other queens angered her quite often, she knew all she would need is six. It didn’t make it any less meaningful when she remembered that her Edward was also known as Edward VI of England. And she returned with a fish: a small white betta named Eddie who she spilled her feelings to on the car ride home.

“We remade breakfast,” Cathy offered with a guilty smile.

“Thank you love. All is forgiven though.”

“You bought a fish?” Aragon tilted her head to the side slightly.

“I did. Meet Eddie.”

“After...?” Kat smiled softly.

“Yes.”

“He’s perfect,” Cleves had already begun to take out the fish tank tucked under Jane’s arms.

“I expect him to stay in your room.”

Jane Seymour spoke to the fish quite often about anything and everything hoping that maybe, just maybe, Edward up in heaven could hear her. And she never ate fish again. She couldn’t bring herself to.

“Anne! That’s my chocolate milk! Stop trying to take it from me!” Kat whined.

“Well, I don’t see your damn name on it, now do I?” Anne teased her cousin.

“Mum!” They both yelled at the same time.

Jane, who was up in her room and had already heard the girls yelling, found her keys and walked down the steps.

“Mum! Tell Anne to stop taking my chocolate milk!”

“Janey, tell Kit that I can drink whatever the hell I want in the house! It’s not just her chocolate milk!”

“Well, it would’ve been nice if you would’ve at least asked!”

“You don’t ask if you can drink Janey’s almondmilk!” Anne was getting more and more frustrated.

“I used to! Right Mum?” Kat batted her eyelashes, hoping she could use some of her Howard charm on the blonde.

“Kat! That’s not fair! You can’t do that when you know she’s going to take your side as soon as you give her that look and call her Mum!”

“What I’m saying is true!”

Jane had enough of hearing the girls’ bickering over something as stupid as chocolate milk, and half shouted, “Enough!” The other two were quite startled by this outburst. “This is a ridiculous argument to begin with. Kat, you know when you’re fighting you can’t drag me into this. You also know that since we’ve all gotten more comfortable living together that if it’s a drink or something small, it’s fair game. And Anne, you know that if it’s everyday, you should probably buy some more, but you never do. It’s always up to me. And yes Kat, you did used to ask, but you know now that what's mine is yours. That doesn’t just go for her, Anne. That applies to everyone. I just ask that everything gets replaced in a timely manner. Now, are we done arguing or...?”

“Well, I was going to grab the chocolate milk, but Anne took it before I could get to-” Jane held up a hand, signifying she heard enough. Without another word, she walked out the door.

The woman came back two hours later, two gallons of chocolate milk and a sharpie in hand. She had already labelled them for the two feuding queens. To her surprise though, there were already two brand new jugs of milk. It would last them a week before they began to fight again.

Jane may have had a tendency to flee from fights when it was between her own family, but if someone from the outside tried to come at any of the queens, she was the first one to fight. No one was to mess with her family.

The six were sitting down for an interview about a month before their show debuted. Yes, Jane was very nurturing to all of her sisters, but the love that she felt for them was much stronger than any of them had realized.

“So,” the reporter turned to face the first queen. “The first divorce. The one responsible for the Church of England. The one responsible for Bloody Mary. Why are you the best wife?”

“Sir, I do hope that you will try to conduct this interview as professionally and as kindly as possible,” Jane butted in before any other queen could, already noticing all of their discomfort.

“Quiet down Miss Seymour. Right now, this is focused on Aragon.” Jane eyed the interviewer before glancing at Catherine. She obviously was getting uncomfortable and was looking for a way to evade the questions at all possible costs. After a few questions of unbelievable prying and disrespect, the third queen had enough.

“You know what sir, I do think this part of the interview is over. All you’ve done is degrade Catherine and her legacy, and I’m sure I don’t want to know what you’ll say to the rest of us.”

“Jane, we can-”

“No Catherine. This man is not going to try to put us in a box anymore. We came back and started our show to show people that we aren’t just who they thought we are. So, sir, let me tell you how this is going to go down. I’m going to be asking the questions to all of the other queens, and then afterwards, you can ask me anything you please. But mark my words, if you so much as try to box us in anymore, I will lose my temper. You don’t want that.” Jane said fiercely before she folded her arms in her lap, the fire in her eyes slowly dying as she reverted back to the mild mannered woman she normally was.

“Yes ma’am,” the reporter gulped as he wrote down a few notes.

“Okay. Catherine, can you tell me what it’s like in our household?” Jane started off kindly.

“Well Jane, we’ve all grown quite a bit since we first came back. It’s been so wonderful watching each of us go on our own journeys and see how far we’ve come since we were first reincarnated. Our house is truly a home, and wherever I go, I know home is wherever you queens are.”

“Very nice. Now,” the third queen turned to Anne. “Because this is me conducting the interview now,” Jane laughed with a slightly bitter tone. “How has the dynamic of the group changed since we’ve all been together?”

“Oh?” Anne smirked a little, knowing that Jane was alluding to the fact that she could give details about how there are no rivalries anymore. They were done being pitted against each other; really, just simple politics if you were Anne. “Well, in history, we’ve always been put up against each other to see who is the best, who had it worst, who he loved more. And when we all came back, there was definitely some tension between a lot of us. For example, as you know Janey, Lina and I used to fight all the time. We still fight now, but it’s a lot more playful. And you and I had some tension, but now there’s no point to it. Cathy and Lina had some awkwardness but they sorted it out, and now Cath calls Lina ‘Madrina’. Kit thought Anna hated her, but there was no such hatred. At first, we all competed against each other, but in the end, we all realized-” she pointed to Cathy with a smirk.

“All we need is SiX,” Cathy quoted from the show.

“And Anna,” how do you think we all compare to each other?”

“Well Seymour, there really is no comparing us. We’re all our own people. We’re good at things, we’re bad at things, and at the end of the day, we’re all just human. None of us have to be better than anyone. As long as we’re being us, that’s more than enough for this family.” Anna emphasized the word ‘family��.

“Katherine, do you have anything to add?”

“Uh, not really Mum,” she let a small smile slip.

“Hold up. She calls you Mum?” The interview cocked an eyebrow.

“What’s it matter to you?” Jane snorted. “We’re all a family.”

“Yeah, we’re all a family. We have a strange dynamic, but it works, and I for one, wouldn’t change it for the world,” Kat said earnestly. The blonde shot her a small thumbs up. It was wonderful watching her surrogate daughter break out of her shell once in a while.

“And Cath?” Jane faced the writer of the group.

“All we need is SiX. We don’t need anyone to tell us who we are, or how we should act and be perceived in the public. We’re all perfectly fine with being ourselves and rewriting our stories- the way they should have been told all along. We are so much more than the few things we’ve been remembered for in history.”

“And Mr. Williams, do you have any questions for me?”

“No Miss Seymour. I think I have all that I need.” The interviewer gave a curt nod.

“Very well. Thank you for having us.”

Two weeks later, the article came out.

A few weeks ago, I had the absolute honor and pleasure of meeting the six wives of Henry VIII. At first, I began to ask Miss Aragon questions about the past, to which Miss Jane Seymour quickly shut down. She began to conduct the interview, not based upon the past, but based on what happens now that they are back.

I was able to sit back and listen to these six queens have a conversation, and let’s just say that they are here to reclaim their stories.

Catherine of Aragon, or “Lina” as she was referred to by the others, spoke with as much elegance as one would think, but her love for her fellow queens was clear. She stated that wherever the others are is where home is. She spoke highly of all of their self-journeys.

Anne Boleyn, master of politics, was able to explain that despite what happened in the past, all they truly need now is each other. While there were some rivalries in the beginning, the queens find no point in fighting over who was the most important queen or if one was better than the other.

Anna of Cleves, also known as Anne of Cleves, was able to add onto this by saying that there is no comparing them anymore. They are all individual women with different life journeys. So long as everybody is doing their best, it’s enough for their family.

Katherine Howard, the youngest and most quiet, was able to contribute to the idea that they were family simply by calling Miss Seymour her “Mum”. At first, this struck me as quite odd, but the queens were well aware. The dynamic of the household is “strange”, as Miss Howard put it, but it is something that she “wouldn’t change for the world”. The other queens quickly agreed, Miss Seymour even giving her daughter a thumbs up.

Catherine Parr, or Cathy, made it very clear that they were here to reclaim their stories. No more are they going to be put into the boxes or simple rhyme that we hold them to. These girls are going to reclaim their stories in the musical SiX, which debuts next month.

As for Jane Seymour, this queen herself lived up to what all of the others had said. Jane Seymour, widely known as the most demure queen, showed that this was her life. She did not shy away when I began to ask questions that were a bit too intrusive in hindsight. No longer should she be known as “bound to obey and serve”. No, she proved that to me quite quickly.

None of these women are bound to obey and serve the stories we’ve placed for them in history. I, for one, am looking forward to seeing what these queens have to share with us. SiX the Musical debuts in August. Be ready for the histo-remix.

As an addendum, I would like to address this to the queens themselves, if they decide to read this (I would not be offended if they chose not to). Queens: I am terribly sorry for my lack of privacy and the way I began to conduct that interview. You are all absolute treasures who I can not wait to see on stage. Thank you for this eye-opening experience, and best of luck to you all! Keep using your voices!

And to Miss Seymour: I’m terribly sorry for acting so out of line. Thank you for putting me in my place.

Jane smirked when she saw that last line. She found her voice, and she was determined to stop fleeting from confrontation. It had done the queens good.

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bakuhoes-slut234 · 4 years ago

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Bakugou x reader fluff

All of class 1-A (except Mineta) were sitting in the lounge in a circle.

Today Mr.Aizawa decided to give you the day off.

You all watched movies and play games all day long.

It was currently 20:45 as you all (Except Mineta) say in a circle.

After playing twister, monopoly, tag, building a blanket fort and playing cards, you all decided to play truth or dare.

"So Y/N, truth or dare?" Asked Mina.

Mina is your best friend and is the only person who knows about your crush on a certain boom boom boy.

You were going to choose truth, but you were afraid that she would make you confess to Bakugou infront of the whole class, so you went with dare.

"D-dare" You stuttered, fearing what her friend will dare her to do.

"Ummmm, let's see....oh, I know!" She exclaimed and gave you an evil grin. "I dare you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with Bakugou"

"WHAT!" you stared at her wide eyed.

"I mean, you could either go with Bakugou or with Mineta. Your choice"

"B-but Mineta isn't even p-playing" you argued.

"So, that cup of vinegar that I had to drink wasn't playing. Now choose, Bakugou or Mineta?" She smiled evilly at you again.

"I'll take Mine-" you cut yourself off, physically unable to complete that sentence without gagging. "Mine-uuugggg" you gagged again.

Your reason for choosing Mineta was that you could just tie him up and leave him in the corner until the seven minutes were up. You didn't want to choose Bakugou because of your crush on him. You didn't want him to know about your crush on him but you also wouldn't know what to do with yourself if something happened in the closet between the two of you and it be just a one time thing.

"Minet-uuuuugggggg" you tried one last time, bit this time, your dinner came up as you gagged. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from puking in the floor.

You ran to the bathroom and released your dinner. Once that was over, you quickly brushed your teeth before returning to the group.

"You okay?" Asked Uraraka.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"So, who are you choosing?" Asked Mina.

Sighing in defeat, with your head hung low you said, "Come one Bakugou, let's go"

Bakugou grumbled something and stood up.

The rest of the group shoved you two into the closet and locked the door.

"I'm setting a timer, starting......NOW!" Mina shouted and walked away from the door.

You leaned against one wall and Katsuki on the other.

You heard Katsuki mumble something under his breath. He looked upset.

"What was that Bakugou? I couldn't hear you" you said.

"Am I really that bad that you tried to choose Mineta three times?" He asked.

What you didn't know was that Katsuki had a crush on you. Since the first day of school. Of coarse he didn't tell anyone other than Kirishima who practically forced the information out of him. When you were dared to spend 7 minutes in heaven with him, he was happy and nervous at the same time. A blush had blessed his cheeks, but not dark enough for anyone to notice unless they looked really hard. When you tried to choose Mineta, he felt his heart break a little. He knew he wasn't the easiest person to be friends with. Heck, he knew that he wasn't the easiest person to be in the same room as. But it stung when you wanted to choose Mineta over him. Was he so bad that you would choose a pervert over him?

You stood there shocked for a moment, not believing what you are hearing.

THE Bakugou Katsuki, who is the definition of confident, looked insecure.

"What? " Was all you could think of as a response.

"I said, am I really that bad that you chose Mineta over me?"

"No, you're not bad at all" you said, realising that you had hurt him.

"So then why did you choose him?" He asked in a defeated tone.

"I-I...um....uh....mmmm" you whimpered, not sure if you should tell him or not.

"Well? Why did you want to choose him?!" He snapped then looked at you with a horrified face. "Do you like him?!" He practically shouted.

"WHAT? NO" you shouted back. "Couldn't you tell that I hate him so much that I physically couldn't say his name?"

"I could tell" he mumbled. "But then why?"

You felt bad. You have hurt the person that you have feelings for.

"Bakugou, why does it bother you?" You asked

"Because I like you, you fucking idiot!" He shouted. You flinched at the sudden increase in volume, covering your ears with your hands and eyes screwed closed.

Your eyes snapped open when you realised what he just said.

You looked back up at him. He was slouching against the wall, slowly sliding down.

He finally landed in the floor, bringing his knees up to his chest and letting his head rest on his knees.

"Can you say that again? I think I misheard you" you said and stood infront of him. "Because to me it sounded like you said that you like me"

His eyes flicked up to look at you.

"That's what I said" he said, sounding broken.

"Bakugou" you said, almost a whisper.

You sat down on the floor infront of him on your knees. His eyes flicked up to meet yours.

"I like you too" you said, looking away.

"Then why the fuck did you want to choose him?"

"Because Bakugou! What if I chose you instantly, and something sexual happened between us?! I didn't want just a one time thing. What if we did something and then you just walked away like it never happened. I don't know what I would do with myself after getting a taste of what I could have had but never got to have it more than as a one time thing in a fucking closet!" You shouted, tears pricking in your eyes.

You looked away from him so that you didn't have to see his reaction.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. Bakugou pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly.

"Y/N, look at me" he said.

You tilted your head up to look at him.

"It wouldn't have been a one time thing. I like you too, there's no way I'd let you just walk out of the room" he said in a soothing tone.

"But, I'd didn't know that you like me so..."

"Well you do now."

"I'm not in the mood to have sex right now" you said and Bakugou laughed.

"Me neither. You can call me Katsuki" he gave you a small smile.

"Ok" you smiled back.

"So, Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked

"If coarse you idiot" you laughed and he joined you.

"Good" he kissed your forehead.

Suddenly the door flung open.

"Hey guys, time's-" Mina stopped mid-sentence. She looked at both you and Bakugou on the floor in each other's arms. She saw your tear stained cheeks and Katsuki just holding you.

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU! WHAT DID YOU DO TI HER?!" she shouted and you both winced at the volume.

"Relax Mina, we had a small argument, and then confessed to each other. Then I cried. Then he made me feel better and now we're dating" you summarised for your friend.

You heard Katsuki groan as he knew what was about to happen.

"Quick, cover your ears" he said.

You laced your hands over your ears and he did the same for himself just in time.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWEES MY GAAAAWD!" squealed Mina and you couldn't help but laugh at your friend.

"Yeah" you said sheepishly as you and Katsuki uncovered your ears.

Katsuki pulled you closer to his chest and kissed your forehead again.

"Mine. Don't touch her" he growled when Mina tried to hug you.

She just nervously backed away.

"Ok, I'll just leave you two here then. The rest of us are going to bed anyways. NIGHT!" She shouted and ran out the door.

You turned to face Katsuki and laughed.

"A bit too over protective babe" you laughed.

He just squeezed you tighter "Mine"

#Bakugou #katsuki #katsuki Bakugou #Bakugou Katsuki #my hero academia #mha #bnha #fluff #fluff x reader #x reader

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good-doctor-imagine · 4 years ago

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Scar » five

four // six

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: Some shenanigans at the Loser’s sleepover leads to the discovery of your soulmate.

Word Count: 2400+

Warning(s): swearing, a sexual comment, not proofread

It was the weekend before school officially started, before you and Richie had to stop playing at the arcade continuously, before the losers had to stop everything in their lives to do homework or study. Taking this as their last opportunity to do something fun together, the losers decided to have a sleepover. You weren’t technically invited at first, which really didn’t bother you, but Beverly convinced the rest of the losers to let you go as well. The guys didn’t really mind, you were quickly becoming part of the group anyway. Plus, all of the other losers were convinced that there was something going on between you and Richie and thought this would be the perfect opportunity to expose you two.

Beverly’s plan was different. She knew that you had a scar on your hand but she swore that she wouldn’t look for your soulmate. Beverly would never break your promise, but a selfish part of her wanted to understand her own soulmate’s scar. When she noticed a couple of months ago that her own scar blended in with her soulmate’s, her heart stopped. She knew it was one of the losers because she obtained both of them on the same day. Beverly hoped that she could eliminate some possibilities through you finding out who your soulmate was. However, she wasn’t going to go against her word and deliberately seek out the scar that matched yours, she was hoping that it would come more naturally.

You, of course, were clueless about this. You were excited to spend the night with the losers but also a bit nervous given that you were only one of the two girls attending. You trusted the boys and knew that they would do anything to cross the line but you never spent more than an afternoon with all of them before. Just from those afternoons, you knew their dynamic was a bit… rambunctious. It could get very wild very quickly and you wondered if you’d ever get sleep that night. There were two people in the group that would intervene if it ever became too uncontrollable. Mike was the person who put most of the losers in place and sometimes Stanley would help too. However, two people trying to calm down five other people was not too promising in your eyes. Before you left your house, you waved your sleep goodnight and headed to Bill’s house, ready for an all-nighter with permanent markers and warm water.

When you arrived, everyone was there except for Eddie who strolled in shortly after you with red cheeks and a sweaty forehead. “Sorry guys, I had to do the dishes before I left.”

“Aww, mommy made you do the dishes?” Richie sang with a proud smirk on his face.

“Shut up Richie, at least I know how to do the dishes. You’d probably break ten plates before you would successfully clean one.”

Richie was going to bite back at Eddie but was interrupted by Bill who sat in the living room in front of his TV. “S-So,” He started, hands pulling out some VHS tapes from his TV stand, “W-What movie do w-w-we want t-t-to watch f-first?”

Beverly made her way over to Bill and crouched next to him, eyes drifting over the tapes that he pulled out.

“Really? I came here to have some fun, not watch some lame ass movies all night.” Richie whined.

Bill didn’t respond to Richie, instead, he seemed too focused on the girl next to him. His eyes were not moving from her, only moving slightly as Beverly comfortably sat on the floor.

“Okay,” Mike spoke up, “So what should we do instead?”

“Hide and seek?” Ben suggested, his eyes shifting between Bill and Beverly.

“No offense Ben but that game is for sissies,” Beverly smiled, “How about truth or dare?”

“Hell no!” Eddie hollered, “Richie would make me do something like lick the toilet seat or something. There is no way in hell we’re playing that game.”

“You could pick truth,” You responded, although no one seemed to hear you.

“Maybe we could play seven minutes in heaven?” Richie beamed, eyebrows wiggling as he looked at Bill almost like he knew something.

“Beep beep Richie,” Stanley interjected, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh of defeat.

“C’mon Stan, you’re just mad because you can’t get any-”

“OKAY!” Mike once again spoke up, being the mediator of the group. “How about we start with something easy, like a board game or something?”

“Board games?” Richie was quick to jump in, “What are we- eight?”

“You just say that because you know you can’t win a game,” You teased, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re going to regret that sugar,” Richie threatened before turning towards Bill, “Do you have Monopoly?”

“U-Uh, I th-think so,” Bill responded, head snapping from Beverly to Richie. In an almost robotic fashion, Bill stood up from his position next to Bev and traveled to his basement door, hand hesitation before he turned the doorknob to walk in.

It had been a few hours since you started the game, deciding to play with partners so everyone could participate. You were happy that you chose Mike as your partner. Not only did he calculate the decisions you made, but he would also calm you down whenever Richie would try to rile you up. He often made the smart decisions to use your money wisely rather than using it all at once like Richie tried to pressure you to. In the end, you and Mike were the ones that ended with the most money while Richie and Eddie found themselves in third, right behind Bill and Stanley.

“What the fuck?” Richie cursed when Eddie told him how much money he counted. “Are you bad at math or something? Let me see.” Even though Richie recounted the money that was on their side, they still ended up losing.

“Told you you’d be a sore loser,” You sent Richie a teasing smile while patting Mike on the shoulder.

Although Richie was normally quite playful, his response to you was fueled by his competitive nature and underlying humility. “It’s okay because you were riding Mike’s di-”

“I-I-I’m going t-to m-ma-make some popcorn,” Bill spoke before Richie could finish his comment, his face pink as he left the room.

“I’ll come help!” Beverly called after, rushing to go to the kitchen, not noticing Ben’s face fall when she left his side. Of course, Ben tried to cover it up before anyone noticed but you caught him.

“Are you okay, Ben?” Your voice was quiet so you wouldn’t attract the other’s attention.

Richie scoffed at you as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. Eddie rolled his eyes at his best friend, knowing that Richie was staring at you the entire time.

“Oh so now you care about people?” Richie complained, tilting his head roughly to the side making his glasses droop again.

“I only care for people who aren’t assholes like you,” You shot back, your mind completely shifting away from Ben. Ben felt a bit out of place, not sure whether to answer your question anymore.

“Bitch,” Richie shot back, successfully angering you.

“You want to fight?” You shot up, jokingly taking steps to Richie.

Mike put his arm in front of you to make distance between the two of you, once again calming down the situation. “How about we set up for a movie before the popcorn gets cold,” He stated, not even leaving room for comments.

You walked to Bill’s couch, trying not to pay attention to Richie as you walked around him. Plopping onto the furthest side of the couch, you let yourself sink in as you got comfortable. Richie whined again, stomping over to stand in front of you with the corners of his lips pulled down.

“That’s my spot.” Richie stood so close in front of you that you had to pull up your feet so that you wouldn’t touch him. Eddie shook his head and rolled his eyes before sitting next to you, crossing his legs in front of him.

“Really?” You feigned sympathy, leaning forward to look behind you. When you turned around, there was a proud look on your face. “I don’t see your name on it.”

“You can sit on the floor with me,” Ben offered, taking a seat on the carpet.

Instead of fighting, Richie grumbled and took a seat in front of Eddie, making it a point to glare at you.

Sometime in the middle of the movie, you began to notice Richie and Eddie conversing quietly next to you. Eddie was crouched over while Richie leaned up, whispering into his ear causing Eddie to start giggling. To mute himself, Eddie covered his mouth with his palm. When you made eye contact with Eddie your face was contorted in confusion, eyes squinted at him as if you were trying to decipher what they were talking about.

Richie, being the loudmouth asshole he is, sent you a glare and spoke despite the movie that was playing. “What are you looking at, sugar?”

“I could ask you the same question,” You quickly quipped, sending Richie your own nasty look.

“Will you just shut up?” Stanley’s voice boomed from the other side of the room. The glow from the TV allowed you to see part of his face when he rolled his eyes and begrudgingly looked back at the screen.

Although you wanted to say it wasn’t your fault, you just crossed your arms and leaned back into the couch, eyes avoiding Richie and Eddie at all costs. To your surprise, Richie didn’t respond either and turned his attention back to the movie.

Eddie and Richie didn’t try to talk to each other for the rest of the movie. Only after Bill turned the lights on and everyone else started talking about the plot of the movie did they continue their secret conversation. With Eddie and Richie being between you and the rest of the losers, you were bound to get annoyed and a bit suspicious of their whispering and giggling. You didn’t hold back from the hard looks you made sure to shoot at them as you tried to pay attention to everyone else but them.

All of that was thrown out of the window when Eddie just about pounced on you, making you paralyzed from the waist. As you tried to maneuver his body off of you, Richie lunges for your feet, fingers dancing across the bottoms causing you to jump and start to kick.

“W-What are you doing?” You rushed out, the rest of your air lost from your laughter. Richie was giggling as well, telling Eddie to keep his hold despite your protests. He was determined in getting payback for telling him off and what was a better way than making you laugh until you cry?

As you were flailing your limbs around, the heel of your right foot caught the ground and dragged against the floor, pulling your sock from your foot. Noticing this, Richie reaches out for it, knowing that it would be more sensitive than the other with no barrier in between. When he got close, however, he froze. Your movements didn’t stop, your foot swinging up and hitting him in the face, kicking him backward.

Feeling your foot connect with something, you instantly cursed and put all your force into pushing Eddie off of you and onto the cushion beside you.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” You apologized, clambering to the floor in front of Richie. His eyes were wide and unfocused and his face was pale.

Your hand reached towards his face, where there was a growing red mark from your foot colliding with it. Before you could touch it, Richie flinched away, shaking his head. You were surprised, Richie was never one to move away from you.

“Are you okay?” You asked with a more serious tone, afraid that the force of your hit was a bit more powerful than you realized.

Richie was in shock, his mind trying to replay what he just saw. He remembered the time back at the quarry when he swore he saw a line at the bottom of your foot but he convinced himself that it was just him imagining things. Now that he saw it again, he was having trouble denying it. There was no way that his brain could be tricking him again.

“What is that thing on the bottom of your foot?” Richie asked when he found enough courage.

“The bottom of my foot?” You shook your head, beginning to believe that you did hit his head too hard. You glanced at the sole of your foot before focusing your attention back on your injured friend. “Are you talking about my scar?”

Richie didn’t respond, his breath leaving him once again. Now he could confirm that it wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him.

“W-Wait what?” Eddie peered at you. His face was a bit red from the roughhousing just a minute prior. He knew about Richie’s soulmate mark, as well as Stanley and Bill. They were the only people to know other than Richie’s parents.

“Uhh, I-I think we s-sh-should leave th-them alone,” Bill spoke up, leading most of the losers to the kitchen. Eddie didn’t listen to him so Bill just grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

Your mind was completely perplexed at the situation that was unfolding. You had no clue why Bill wanted you and Richie to be left alone, or why Richie was so quiet.

After a few more moments of silence, you decided to question Richie again. “Richie, what’s going on?”

The curly-haired brunette swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. “How did you get that scar on your foot?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and throw a tantrum. You just wanted to know what was going on, not talk about the scar you’ve had since you were little.

Begrudgingly, you decided to tell him anyway. “I was pretty energetic when I was two and didn’t listen to my parents when I stepped on some glass.” You were expecting for Richie to follow up after, but he just nodded his head, eyes wandering off and glazing over as if he was lost in his head. You started to get annoyed, starting to feel dumb from not understanding what was happening. “Richie, what the hell is going on?”

He, of course, did not answer your question. Instead, he avoided it by asking a question of his own. “Do you have any other scars?”

“Yeah, Richie,” You scoffed, letting yourself roll your eyes, “I have one on the palm of my hand. Now tell me what the fuck is happening.”

Once again, Richie failed to answer your question. His hands took a hold of your left, forcefully turning it around so your palm was facing the ceiling, revealing the scar that formed a few weeks earlier.

“Holy shit,” Richie swore under his breath, eyes not leaving your palm.

“What, Richie?” You snapped. Just as you were retracting your hand, Richie took his left hand and flipped it over, uncovering a scar that was identical to yours.

“Holy shit.”

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simptasia · 4 years ago

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for the ask game!! 2, 11, 12, 16 (pasta lovers unite!!! <3), 23, 46, 69, <3

thank you lisa!! :D

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

no, fuck the cold, it makes me grumpy at best, i hate it

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

ohh there’s so many, and i don’t know ‘em off the top of my head, its more situational. uhh, oh, there’s me and katie saying “terrible, just terrible” in an overly wobbly sad voice. we’re quoting a leland orser star trek character

12: what’s your favorite planet?

[snorts] earth! everything that matters to me is here! i live here, man, and so does my family and computer and food and star trek

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

first of all, brand: san remo

and i dunno the pasta type exactly but my fave is the little spirals that come in three flavours in one bag: plain, tomato and spinach. add tomato sauce (if anybody is gonna insult me over this, you will be blocked) and boom

shout out to elbows, penne (smooth & ridged) and spinach fettucine

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

those days happen to me my life in general

i’ll pick a few: play sims 2, watch youtube videos, hang out with katie on discord, make text post memes - especially of the LOST variety

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of

ahhh i can’t think of one off the top of my head like that, they just come when the situation calls for it, i don’t remember them

uhhh, the phrase “i’m so punny” is inherently doofy, thats all i can think of

69: what are your favorite board games?

monopoly, chess, the game of life, scrabble

#agardenintheshire

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dogboy-willgraham · 4 years ago

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Merry Crisis @lunarmultishine! Or at least Crisis Eve, my family always gives the gifts we got for each other today, so I’ll give yours to you now too. Hope you enjoy your present!

It was a dark and stormy night, and The Four Friends were stuck inside, with nowhere to go. Oreos was tucked between Krill and Sam, and Tubbs was sitting on Kingston’s lap. The fire crackled, sprinkling some differentness into the constant pounding of rain and booming of thunder. The night was still young, and with none of them really being tired enough to go to bed, Sam had made a suggestion.

“Why don’t we play a game?”

“We’d have to light another lamp if we wanted to see,” Krill said.

“We can do that,” Sam responded. “But really, guys, why don’t we play a game? I’m getting restless sitting here inside while it rains, do you know how much I want to go outside and run around without my shoes? But no, lightning and zombies are ‘dangerous’, and I could be ‘killed’ by them,” She made air quotes with her fingers.

“They are dangerous,” Krill said, rather confused. “And why did you put air quotes on ‘kill’, you’re making it seem like you can’t be killed,”

“God tried to nerf me once already,” Sam held up her arm, the metal glinting in the dim light. “Do you really think They’re gonna try again? Do you think They can nerf me in any way that matters? I am unstoppable, dead or alive,”

“You scare me Sam,”

“Good,” Sam grinned and leaned back. “Wait, we had a point here. Are we going to play a game or not?”

“I’ll play with you Sam,” Jules unwrapped herself from Kingston and sat up. “You just have to get more lamp hash,” He shuddered at the thought of heading up into the attic.

“Please stop calling it hash, we agreed on this,” Kingston groaned.

“No we didn’t,” Jules protested. “The vote was a tie, and me and Sam won Sorry, so we’re calling it hash. It’s funnier,”

“Krill, help me out here,”

“I don’t like it anymore than you do Kingston, but Jules is right. They won,” Krill sighed defeatedly.

Jules laughed in victory. “He’s right Kingston, I win this time sweetpeas,”

“I’m filing for divorce,”

“Sweetpeas, we aren’t married,” Jules said softly.

“We’re getting married so I can file for divorce,” Kingston stated rather bluntly.

“I think you’re overlooking the real issue here you two,” Krill said. “The government is gone, you can’t get married or divorced in any real way,”

“Shut up,” Sam said. “Marriage is what you make it, fuck that piece of paper and get a squirrel to officiate, get a deer if you want. Go make a blood pact, go break the blood pact and damn yourself to hell for it. The legal definition of marriage is a lie,”

“Thank you Sam,” Kingston smiled.

“Wait, are we still playing a game or what?” Jules asked, once again redirecting the conversation back to where it had begun like Jörmungandr eating its tail and swallowing it deeper as it wrapped around the Earth.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam said. “Why not some Monopoly?”

“Yeah!” Jules ran off to go get the old and worn game.

Kingston and Krill gave each other a knowing look, one of deep pain and annoyance, with a sprinkling of ‘Being Utterly and Truly Done With This Shit’ on top, a well seasoned dish of emotion.

“We’ll sit this one out Sam,” Kingston said, speaking for both himself and Krill. They nodded in agreement with the statement.

“Alright,” Sam shrugged, and got up to go get some lamp hash.

“Do you think they’ll get bored of calling the lamp fuel weed?” Kingston asked Krill.

“If we’re lucky,” Krill answered. “But knowing them, they’re going to make it stick,”

“I told Jules I loved him for this, didn’t I?” Kingston sighed. “I signed up for this. “Tell her ‘To the stars and back’” they said, ‘It’ll be so sweet’ they said, ‘He’ll never leave your side’ they said. Well they didn’t say it would entail this,”

“Well, that seems to be love isn’t it?” Krill responded. “You’re Mario in the great Mushroom Kingdom of life, hitting the mystery boxes with your head, and sometimes you get fire flowers, sometimes you get red shells,”

“And we keep hitting the box,” Kingston finished. “And despite the red shells, I’ll keep hitting the box,”

“Hey, you two being simps in here?” Sam asked as she stepped back into the room, with a bright and just-started lamp. “This is no time to be simps, we are in serious times, the game of betrayal and lies is going to begin soon,”

“I have the game of betrayal and lies,” Jules walked in, holding the worn box.

“Ah, thank you,” Sam said. “Let us begin setting up the game of betrayal and lies,”

Kingston and Krill shared a deep sigh, trying to prepare themselves for the long, long evening ahead.

“Are you okay with having blood on your hands?” Jules asked. “My blood, on your hands?

“I literally don’t give a fuck,” Sam said. “A woman must do what she must, even if it takes everything,”

“Even if everything includes me?”

“Even then, I must,” Sam stated.

“Please, we’re playing Monopoly, please,” Krill begged. “Please stop this,”

“Remember, we love them, and like hitting the mystery box, love is random,” Kingston said. “And there’s no helping them, they’re too far gone,”

“I can’t stand and watch this,” Krill said. “I’ve watched this multiple times but I just can’t anymore,”

“Patience is a cruel lesson to learn, give it another two years and you won’t feel a thing,” Kingston set a hand on Krill’s shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can make it that long,” Krill said.

“We can hear you, you know,” Jules said, looking up at them. “We’re right here,”

“We know,” Kingston said. “Do you have a problem with hearing it?” He asked, genuinely.

“No, we just wondered if you realized we can hear you,”

“I’m very concerned about you two,” Krill said.

“Who isn’t?” Sam asked. “My parents said that to me when I was twelve and look where I’m at now, even less okay,”

“Mood,” Jules said.

“Do you guys need to talk about something?” Kingston asked.

“Probably, but not tonight,” Jules said, and Sam nodded her head in agreement.

“Alright,” Kingston said, relaxing in his seat a bit. “In your own time,”

“Thanks, sweetpeas,”

“Of course, just try not to kill each other while playing this? Okay?”

“We will try,” Jules smiled.

#sam #krill #kingston #original stuff #ocs #oc stuff #merry crisis #writing #jules

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brbfawzi · 4 years ago

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character stats

Full Name: Fawzi Hakim

Faceclaim: Avan Jogia

Age: 29

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hometown: San Amore

Residency in San Amore: Valentine Cottages

Occupation: Co-Owner/Manager of Chance & Counters, a board game bar in Kissing Gate (Previously known as Chance Encounters, a cocktail bar owned by his mother.)

bio under the cut - tw// death, cancer

Fawzi was born and raised in San Amore with his younger sister. His parents both were very ‘well-to-do’ - his father being a PR consultant for a famous fashion designer and his mother owning the popular cocktail bar Chance Encounters in Kissing Gate, which meant that the two children lived quite comfortably for all of their childhood, but unfortunately never got much attention from their work-invested parents. Most of their childhood was spent with nannies or other family members, which seemed to bother Fawzi more than it did his sister.

Fawzi was always trying to get the attention of his parents by playing the fool and getting into trouble, but it never seemed to work. If anything, it seemed to make them drift away from their ‘problem child’ even more. He found his antics caused a great deal of commotion in school however, and found that being the class clown got him a great deal of attention from his schoolmates. He enjoyed making a spectacle of himself and loved to hear people laughing, whether it was with him or at him.

One of the drama teachers in his school seemed to cotton on to this, and had a chat about him trying some form of performing, be it stand-up comedy or just regular acting. After taking part in the school play, Fawzi found a love of acting. On stage he felt like he could do or be anything that he wanted, and while he was doing it, everyone’s eyes were on him.

Much to his surprise, in his last year of sixth form, his parents actually attended his school play. They were impressed with his performance and dedication, and offered to pay for him to go the Cal Arts once he finished the year. Fawzi was grateful for his parents’ generosity, and spent his years at university doing his best and buckling down to hone his skills and become the best actor that he could.

While at Cal Arts he joined a few societies to try and make friends, one of which being the board game and table top society on the recommendation of one of his classmates. He had never really seen the appeal of games like Monopoly - to him it seemed like it was all up to chance. But the games they played in the group seemed to be more based on strategy and using your wits, which Fawzi instantly became hooked on. He especially enjoyed Dungeons and Dragons, which in his opinion was basically just acting and maths (two of the only things he felt he was truly good at).

Unfortunately during his second year of university, his mother discovered that she had stage 4 cervical cancer which had gone unnoticed. Fawzi’s father, unable to deal with his wife’s illness, left her and the children to fend for themselves. This left Fawzi and his sister to look after their mother, and also run the bar while she was ill. Four months after she was diagnosed their mother passed away, and it was a shock to everyone in the community.

Fawzi had made it very clear from a young age that he had no intention of working in his mother’s bar, but in her will she had left both him and his sister ownership of Chance Encounters, and requested that they both run it together. He sat down with his sister and discussed their options, and during their conversation had an idea. He wanted to be able to carry on his mother’s legacy, while also adding to it himself so that he could be invested in it. And so Chance & Counters was born, a new board game bar in the heart of San Amore. A lot of people in the community were upset and some even enraged by the change, but Fawzi felt that he had made the right choice.

It’s been a few months since his mother’s passing and since the rebranding happened, and business is booming. Chance & Counters has been so busy that Fawzi hasn’t really had time to grieve or even process the loss of his mother. Not that he really minds - the more he works, the less he has to think about it.

personality:

Fawzi can be a little ‘out there’ at times. As no one was really around to say no to him when he was younger, he’s very impulsive and does whatever he wants. He loves making a fool of himself for attention and enjoys making people laugh. He’s quite oblivious to the world around him and other people’s feelings and issues. He’s not good with subtext or hints about things, he needs to be told directly or he’ll just never figure it out. Though he can be selfish at times, he is mostly a caring person and will do anything for a friend in need.

connections:

I have a few ideas for connections!! Here’s a quick list, I’ve also included the ones that I put in my application in case those take anyone’s fancy! if you fancy plotting send me an IM or like this post and I’ll come to you !!!

Friendly Neighbours - The kind that can walk freely into each others house like it’s normal behaviour. Very close and would be good friends.

Rival Businesses - They would never say it out loud to any one else as it’s terribly unprofessional, but their rivalry runs deep. Always trying to one up each other and poach each other’s customers.

Chance & Counter Regulars - Customers that always make his day when they come into the bar. He knows their orders off by heart, and sometimes sits down with them to play a game or two.

D&D Players - This could be fun I think - a weekly game of Dungeons and Dragons run by the boss man. Maybe your character is a pro D&D player or absolutely new. Either way, Fawzi would be more than happy to rope someone into his favourite pastime.

Childhood/Family Friends - They’ve known each other for years and know almost everything that there is to know about each other. They’re terribly close and nothing could pull them apart. Or so they say.

app connections:

( AVAN JOGIA ) FAWZI HAKIM is searching for HIS YOUNGER SISTER WHO HE CO-OWNS CHANCE & COUNTERS WITH, with the following suggestions of NAOMI SCOTT, CHARLIE XCX, ALHIA BHATT, OR ANY HALF GURJARATI FC. ( AVAN JOGIA ) FAWZI HAKIM is searching for A REGULAR OF CHANCE ENCOUNTERS THAT DISLIKES HIM FOR REBRANDING THE BAR, with the following suggestions of ANY FACECLAIM. ( AVAN JOGIA ) FAWZI HAKIM is searching for 4 BAR STAFF AND 2 BOARD GAME GURUS THAT WORK IN CHANCE & COUNTERS. THE GURUS WOULD HELP CUSTOMERS PICK BOARD GAMES AND TEACH THEM HOW TO PLAY. with the following suggestions of ANY FACECLAIM.

#bio #intro #tw: death #tw: cancer #hello !!! ah !!! !#i'm so excited to start writing with you all!!

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heckyeahponyscans · 4 years ago

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I’ve decided to copy & paste a translation of this article for posterity, since nothing lasts forever on the internet.

Keep in mind this was originally in Chinese and Google Translate . . . didn’t do the best job. :P

“Large-scale ‘True Fragrance’ scene Hasbro cross-border and double chat”

On October 16, the 2019 CLE China Licensing Exhibition was grandly opened. It's another year when the well-known IP shows their fist and fights against each other. What are the weapons of "powder"? Let's take a look!

　　Some people may be wondering, Hasbro is not the favorite of children, how come there are so many fashionable and cool "big friends" products? You do n’t know, "Girls Heart" My little Pony, cool Transformers, the booming real estate tycoon and the super cute big-eyed girl BLYTHE rag dolls, these cute and charming and trendy IP images are not only children's exclusive products, but also every "White Moonlight" by a big friend.

　　As one of Hasbro's most popular women's brands, Pony Pony combines the "girl heart" and " fashion sense", especially the retro image of Pony Pony, which has been favored by young women with today's aesthetic trend. A series of cross-border derivative products have been launched continuously, capturing the "girl hearts" of batches of fashionable people.

　　The local tide brand TSMLXLT has developed a group of fantasy girls' adult women's clothing based on the retro image of Pony Pony in the 1980s. These "salt and sweet" autumn wears let you quickly become a sweet and cool girl.

　　Fairies in the "horse ring" should all know that TSMLXLT has created a Pony-themed marketing campaign this summer. Fairies who have been to the site have been crazy to call: What are you waiting for, buy it! The eye-catching theme window layout is simply Punching Holy Land, I heard that punching photos burst your circle of friends?

　It's no exaggeration when the internet celebrity Ma Baoli meets the internet celebrity "beautiful summer". The new autumn clothing launched by Pony Pony and "Xia Mei Xia Xia" is so beautiful that it bursts. Superb color matching, super dreamy visual effects, you must first start to be strong friends!

After reading these co-branded series of clothing, is your girl's heart overflowing? Don't worry, Pony Ma brings to the younger sister more than that.

　　At this year's Shanghai Fashion Week, the original bag brand WANACCESSORY also aimed at the sweet and fashionable little pony. Designer COKO WAN Wanmengyi blends the 80s retro image of Pony Pony with the newly developed double-sided cowhide, double-sided sequins, bright pink PVC, Symphony TPU, Symphony resin and other materials. You want the fashion you want. It feels like it's all there.

　If anyone in the fashion circle can compare with Pony Pony, it must be BLYTHE. BLYTHE is not only a beloved "baby circle", but also a darling of the fashion industry, many fashion big names are favored by her.

　　As a fashionista , you must not forget the romantic story created by Five Plus and BLYTHE. The dream-chasing girl performed by BLYTHE has gradually become a dream singer from an unknown name. When the dream shines into reality, BLYTHE has not stopped its fashionable footsteps. The stylish and sweet dressing match makes you easily become the focus of passers-by.

With the most in- apparel , how can you not match the trendy hair color? BLYTHE and Fesili's cooperation in hair care and hair coloring products allows you to have a popular red hair color and become a fashionable little fairy.

　　After reading so much, did the younger brothers start to doubt life and say that the good men and women are equal? Don't worry, Yu Lujun has said it!

　　If you are a very trendy little brother, when you are busy punching the movie "Bumblebee", you must have noticed this group of Transformers joint series of the trendy brand INNERSECT founded by Edison Chen.

　　In this joint clothing series, the "Bumblebee" movie was used as the design inspiration, and the street culture of INNERSECT was combined with the nostalgic elements of Transformers. The bloody childhood memories of the little brothers were evoked at once.

After watching the movie and buying clothes, the little brother who returns home can also unlock the “transformation” as the Panasonic fingerprint lock “Bumblebee” single product, which brings convenience to smart life. The superhero guarding the earth can guard your daily life beside you. Surprised? Surprised?

The little brothers who pursue a personalized lifestyle must not miss the TSMLXLT x Monopoly co-branded Good Luck series. Booty put on your body, holding a real estate tycoon money counter, you are a rich boy with a gas field of 2 meters.

Such a fun and fun real estate tycoon grandpa and pop play brand POPMART bubble Matt hit it off, and together created the Molly version of the real estate tycoon series of board toys and dolls, which instantly ignited the collection enthusiasm of trendy men and women. This "pit" jumped willingly.

　　Here is another piece of good news to tell you! Those who want to fully experience the charm of the real estate tycoon game can also go to Hong Kong Taiping Mountain Peak Plaza to experience the immersive entertainment experience brought by the world's first real estate tycoon theme entertainment center . From sightseeing and entertainment to gaming experience to dining and shopping, a family entertainment center that contracts a family fun experience is bound to become a new punch card holy place.

Only you ca n’t think of it, you ca n’t do it without them, the more and more Hasbro will be closer to our lives. Next time, what kind of surprises will Hasbro give us? Let us wait and see!

#Hasbro #China #long post #long #My Little Pony #Blythe #Transformers #Monopoly

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