#UGH ANN SHUT UP

[sieglinde-freud]

hapi and constance flirting with eachother when you have them do their paired warrior stance like oh my gosh… LADIES we are on a battlefield rn villagers are dying can we keep it together for a bit longer… “I love being with my Coco” like omfg okay gosh

[anothermansjeans]

i might be a little buzzed rn so if you see me later i apologize

[shu-of-the-wind]

the way i am already dreading the mayfair witches adaption because that book series TRAUMATIZED me as a freshman in high school and i still have nightmares about it lmao

[zordanna]

𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓮

A fluffy fic inspired from this old drawing I did🍃

English is not my first language and I hate writing so don’t expect too much. It’s just a small scene where Sebastian realises he’s in love with my MC, you can imagine yours there too of course! I ain’t stopping you🫡 enjoy I guess?

Sebastian yawned softly as he kept silently reading his history of magic notes while sitting on the carpet and resting his back on the couch, Eleonora was next to him laying fully on it while reading the chapter trying really hard to not fall asleep.

“Ugh I swear I’m failing this time”

She mumbled while flipping pages. Sebastian rolled his eyes and spoke back with annoyance.

“You literally have the highest grades of all the students in our class, shut up-”

Eleonora huffed and gave him a soft nudge with her knee in response.

“Just because the competition prefers wandering in the restricted section more than studying actual subjects. You know- instead of  forbidden ones”

Sebastian groaned and rested his head on the couch seat cushion to look at her better.

“You are a pain in the ass.” He breathed out glancing back at his notes pretending to ignore her.

“The feeling is mutual”

She ruffled his brown curls gaining a soft laugh from him , the boy rested one cheek on the  cushion and gazed at her while his notes ended up spread around the intricated embodied carpet of Russel  living room. Sebastian  glanced at the book and got an idea.

“I can read it for you, if you want, so we both learn something at least”

His proposal sounded quite nice to Eleonora, she gave him the book and set herself comfortable as he cleared his throat. He started reading and he could almost feel her gaze caressing his skin, Sebastian didn’t know how he managed to say the words correctly without fumbling while having that lovely pair of blue eyes staring at him, the warmth of her presence, her sweet scent of lavender and soap pervading his nostrils…Merlin help him!

On the other side Eleonora’s eyes were looking at his freckles, she always thought they looked like a starry sky , sometimes she would find full constellations in them while stealing glances at her friend’s features. She  glanced  at his lashes, was it even legal to have them so long and soft? The way they fluttered while he was  reading, the way the sun was making them shine with a warm orange shade. She was mesmerised. That’s for sure. The words sounded like a sweet lullaby rather than an actual lecture on how their ancestors channeled magic trough the years, her eyes felt heavy and her body a little too relaxed. 

Maybe if she closed her eyes just for a second…yeah that should do it.

Sebastian was reading the last paragraph when he heard  soft snoring coming from his right side ,he turned his head a little to check on Eleonora and a warm smile formed on his lips as he realised she had fallen asleep. He closed the book putting it away before adjusting himself leaning closer to the sleeping girl. He rested his elbow on the couch cushion careful to not disturb her rest, as usual Eleonora needed her afternoon nap.

Memories of their third year flashed in his mind, rainy afternoons spent napping all together on the same couch down in the undercroft between a mess of books and unfinished candies. Anne was still…well Anne. No curse, no pain just Anne, sleeping peacefully while her tiny head would rest on Ominis shoulder as he was  nestled up almost like a cat. Eleonora’s long blonde hair would tickle his nose as he often found himself using her soft curls as a pillow. They always smelled so good it wasn’t his fault they felt so comfy.

Instinctively Sebastian brushed off some of her blonde strands that were framing her face, very carefully as if she was made of porcelain. Her long blonde curls that once were left wild and free were now tied up in that blue ribbon he gifted her almost two years ago.

“You keep wearing it all the time mh?”

He mumbled softly more to himself than to her. The soft blue satin fabric was a bit smudged near the knot after years of wearing it every day, that’s what happens with the things you love most isn’t it? They change. 

Sebastian always questioned why she would refuse to buy another one, a prettier one maybe made from the most expensive silk with embodied details but she always said that one was just perfect. She loved it.

And he loved how beautiful she looked with it. He loved the way it always made her eyes stand out matching their colour, he loved how it swayed like a swallowtail when she would rush around the hallways late for classes trying to not trip on other students. Swallows are a sign of hope and freedom, he was certain that if she had to be an animal she would be one of them. She was always there trying to see the good side of everything, which in his darker days was both infuriating and yet comforting. It was reassuring  having her slapping some sense in his thick skull sometimes, he couldn’t deny it.

He also loved that, her scolding tone, her stubbornness and resolution whenever he was acting like a complete ass. He loved the way she would ruffle his hair to annoy him, he loved how her soft hands were making him feel butterflies flying around his stomach every damn time…

Sebastian’s chocolate brown eyes were fixed on Eleonora’s delicate face as the sudden realisation hit him like a whole bombarda in his chest.

He was falling in love. No. He was in love. Utterly. Undeniably in love. 

He didn’t realise his face was few centimetres away from hers till now, his lips dangerously close to hers. Before doing something stupid and reckless he pulled away slightly and took a moment to gain his composure, his eyes wandered around the luxurious living room of her family’s manor, the paintings of the Russels were almost staring at him, judging him with their cold gaze.

Who was he trying to fool? He was nobody compared to her family, an orphan living in a cottage with his grumpy uncle, it would never be fair to her. Knowing her parents Eleonora had probably her life planned since day one, as her older sister Ofelia once told him they lived in a golden cage with all comforts but still a cage. It was all doomed from the start so- for now it was better to suppress those feelings. To pretend they never had been there.

For now having her friendship was more than he could hope for, Sebastian looked at the big wood carved clock and checked the time, it was getting pretty late, he sighed and with a soft spoken tone called for her.

“Hey…Birdie”

The world would never want them together, that’s what he was telling himself, yet when he saw those blue eyes and that warm sleepy smile greeting him Sebastian thought that the world could burn or destroy itself in that exact moment.

The world would know Lady Eleonora Russel but Birdie. Birdie was just for him and that was all he needed.

“Birdie? What am I a chicken?”

Eleonora said with a snort while sitting up and stretching a bit letting a yawn escape her lips.

“No more like a goose.”

Sebastian retorted with a cheeky grin. She had no idea of what passed by his mind all the short time she was asleep.

“Ouch- did I snore loud?”

“Terribly. I mistaken you for a troll or something at some point.”

Eleonora laughed at  the statement and crossed her arms in a proud stance. 

“Was I annoying you?”

“Terribly.” Sebastian said faking an exasperated sigh.

“Good. I can consider my mission accomplished then”

She added with a chuckle while they both got up to walk towards the kitchen for stealing a snack or two. Luckily her parents wouldn’t be back till next early morning considering their habit to attend balls and ceremonies  maintaining their high social status connections. That was a relief for the two of them but also for the servitude. The house elves were quite fond of Eleonora, a true ray of sunshine in that toxic household.

The afternoon passed by with their usual playful bantering like any other. It was better pretending nothing happened for Sebastian, it was for the best really.

Was it? Only time would tell. For now they were just fifteen, sitting on the kitchen counter munching a stolen slice of lemon tart while yapping about how they were both convinced Professor Garlick was hiding “special plants” somewhere in the greenhouse. 

It was a normal  spring afternoon during the end of the 19th century.

Flowers were blooming , birds were chirping and the air smelled like clean laundry and soap.

Winter was just a distant thought, none of them could ever imagine how everything  would irreversibly change in few months.

Moments like these would be soon turned into distant faded happy memories but for now…it was all that mattered.

[mrs-nightshade]

Here we go again :3

Harlequin and Harlequin Swap Au's by @tadc-harlequin-au

Purple/Lilac by @just-mary-ann

Also honorable mention for outfit ideas @thore-lb

Once again introducing

Red

Red... Red and pink... Caine's eyes weren't Red and pink, they were blue and green... But...

"Ugh... I feel like $#¡@..." Caine spoke groggily as he sat up, his attempt to swear censored by his filters. He'd fallen off one of the support beams in the middle of the bunker like an idiot and Pomni had rushed down to make sure he wasn't damaged, but there was something wrong, Caine had tried to swear... Caine never swore, he adamantly refused to even, even though it was censored Pomni knew Caine would never talk like that...

"Wow... You're gorgeous..." Caine blurted out, ripping Pomni out of her thoughts so fast it felt like she'd gotten whiplash.

"What..." Pomni had to have misheard him, there was no way he'd ever say that, especially with the tone of voice he used. His voice sounded smooth and sweet, nothing like the harsh, brash personality he usually showed...

"I said you look stunning, My lady~" Caine spoke with that same softened tone, pulling Pomni's hand up to his face and pressing his lower jaw to it for a moment in a mock kiss before pulling back.

"I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING! SHUT UP!"

The gruff sound of what Caine would have normally said rang through Pomni's mind as Caine pushed himself to his feet and held out his hand to help Pomni up herself.

Pomni went to take Caine's hand, hesitating a moment before simply standing up on her own like she would have usually. "Well, let's get back to the upper levels, I have things to do, including keeping an eye on you now."

Caine drooped slightly when Pomni didn't take his hand, seemingly pouting for a moment before popping back to a straight posture and sweet demeanor. "Of course my darling puppeteer!" Caine spoke cheerily, quickly walking ahead of Pomni to open the door to the stairwell for her with a bow.

Pomni was once again shocked by Caine's change in demeanor, usually he'd complain that her work was "useless" and "wouldn't lead to anything in the end". She could practically hear what he would have said normally.

"OH YEAH, LIKE YOU'VE GOT ANYTHING TO DO OTHER THAN SMOKING, YOU'RE GOING TO CLOG UP YOUR INNER MECHANICS!"

His change in personality was surprising, but the thing that truly confused her was how he reacted to her... It was almost as if he though he thought SHE was his owner...

...

OF COURSE! When he'd fallen he'd jostled something that shifted who he saw as his owner, and his personality was made to copy after his owner!

But... How was she supposed to fix him then, she didn't know how to do that kind of thing, she barely had the knowledge to lightly modify herself, let alone-

"Hey Pomni! I'm back!" Able called, coming down the stairs, likely looking for me. Of course! Able knew how to do this kind of thing, modifications, messing with code and whatnot!

Though Able's sudden entrance had definitely started Caine and he immediately drew his weapon, though Pomni quickly shut him down before he could even move to attack Able with a single, sharp command. "HEEL."

Caine immediately straightened his posture and put away his weapon, standing at attention and looking to Pomni as if waiting for further instruction. Though she could still swear she heard what he would have usually said.

"DON'T GIVE ME COMMANDS! I'M NOT YOUR DOG!"

Able was extremely confused by the scene that unfolded before him before Pomni walked over and explained the full situation. He agreed to check out Caine's program and see if he could do anything about the situation.

Upon close inspection Able found that Caine's program hadn't completed broken, it was simply a glitch in his personality block and would probably go away after a while, though he couldn't give any estimate as to how long "a while" would be. They also found that he only seemed to have limited things he remembered...

Once everything was said and done and Caine was set back online Pomni saw that Caine's clothes were still all dirty.

"Caine, go clean up and put on some fresh clothes." Pomni commanded smoothly, though unlike usual she didn't have to fight him to do what she wanted.

"Of course my dearest Puppeteer~" Caine spoke with that same romantic tone, giving a full bow before turning on his heel and leaving to do as she asked.

"OH THE DIRTS FINE! WHAT, ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT ME STAINING YOUR CARPET!!!"

Pomni could practically hear Caine's rougher voice ringing in her head as she also turned to go to her office.

Later on she was preparing a blend of herbs to put in her pipe when she heard a knock on her door. "Come on in." She spoke without looking up, though when she finally spared a glance her eyes were caught like flies in a spider's web.

Caine was in a completely different outfit, though she quickly realized that he'd actually knocked, Caine never knocked before entering her office... Though looking closer at his outfit he had gotten rid of his hat, bowtie, and overcoat. As well as changing to a different white undershirt with full length puffed sleeves and a puffed out piece of red fabric on his chest, he'd also changed to a black vest instead of his usual red one. He altogether seemed more put together than usual, cleaner...

"How do I look ma'am?~" His voice seemed so smooth, it was almost uncanny in a way.

"Hm... You look quite good in that..." Pomni muttered softly, though seemingly more to herself than him.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS STUPID COSTUME!?!?"

Caine turned his head as if he'd heard something before shaking it off. "May I come over there, my dear Puppeteer?~"

"Yes, go ahead and close the door as well." Pomni spoke as she loaded the herbs into her pipe with practiced ease, not taking her eyes off of Caine as she did.

"POMNI!! YOU UNTRUSTWORTHY CRIMINAL!! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO!!"

"Something you're too scared to ask for~" Caine silently whispered to himself.

"OH, YOU CAN HEAR ME! GREAT! NOW TURN AROUND AND LEAVE!"

"Oh, I simply want to feel her body against mine~" Caine all but purred to himself.

Caine smoothly sat down in the chair across from Pomni's desk, his posture straight and proper but still softer and more relaxed than before. Even the slight expression of his eyes was different, softer, more relaxed... No... This is not Caine... Not the one she knows. The Caine she knows would never act like this, never dress like this.... The Caine she knew would never ask before entering her office and would never listen to a word she said... This was not Caine. This was not the puppet she told herself she didn't love.

"Caine," Pomni found her voice to speak. "do you remember anything before waking up at the bottom of the bunker?"

"Does it matter all too much," He leaned over Pomni's desk towards her. "I'm here now, all yours my dear Puppeteer~"

Pomni didn't know how to respond. Looking deeply into the red and pink eyes that were partially hidden by his teeth. She put a hand under his jaw, feeling him press into her hand as she tilted him up.

"HEY! HEY!!!! HANDS OFF WOMAN!!! HANDS OFF!"

Caine's eyes went lidded and he hummed contentedly in Pomni's hold. A faint blush was visible on Pomni.

"WHAT THE HELL! I SAID OFF!! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! THAT'S NOT EVEN ME!!!"

"How do you like me now?~" Caine asked, seemingly out of the blue. "Aren't I better than before?~"

"Before?" Pomni latched onto the word. "What were you like before?"

"Unrefined, rough, disobedient, messy, always running around causing problems," Caine gently trailed his hand along Pomni's arm watching her light the herbs in her pipe. "But now I'm proper, obedient, clean. And I'll never cause you problems again." Caine stood up, leaning over the desk as if to kiss her. "I'm all yours now my darling~"

"NO! NONONONO!!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!! DON'T YOU DARE!"

Barely anything separated them. But suddenly Pomni let out a puff of smoke, pushing Caine back down into the chair across her desk.

She quickly moved around the desk, turning the chair he was in and pressing its back against her desk.

"Oh, my dear puppeteer, so assertive~" Caine leaned back into the chair.

Suddenly Pomni was looming directly over him, pinning his hands to the armrests of the chair.

"Mh, don't be too rough with me, my darling~" Caine said, spreading his legs slightly.

"Caine..." Pomni said seriously. "I know you're still there! Get out here already you damn bastard!"

"What!" He said, stunned.

"AHAHAHA!! YES! IT'S ME! ALSO DON'T SWEAR!!"

"HUSH!" Caine whispered harshly.

"Caine, this other personality appeared because of a glitch in your character block. It shows a hidden side of you, one you're ashamed of. Its overplaying these qualities and is trying to take over your body. Don't let it overwhelm you!"

Caine's eyes sparked for a moment.

Caine found himself in a dark, endless seeming space facing what looked like himself. Almost, at least the figure before him looked all too similar and all too different at the same time, both him and not at the same time...

"Tch, really just had to ruin my fun, didn't you..." The other Caine spoke mockingly, voice low to the point of almost being a growl. He adjusted his clothes, tossing up his cane slightly and clicking out the spikes to prepare to fight, though he kept one hand behind him.

"This is my body! You insolent glitch!" Caine spoke as he drew up his own weapon.

"But I think our dear puppeteer likes me better." The mirror of Caine threw down the small bottle he'd been holding behind his back, which exploded into a puff of smoke showing one of the times Caine had actively tried attacking Pomni rather early in their relationship. "All you ever do is fight her, clashing at every turn, but our dear Puppeteer has needs~. Needs you're too afraid to help with, but I'm not~"

"That is extremely inappropriate!" Caine suddenly lunged at his mirror self, swinging his cane, though his other self easily dodged. "And it is not a "need", we're robotic, that kind of thing is unnecessary!" Caine called out to his other self.

"Oh but even if it's not needed as you say, it's still something she wants, craves, desires, something she wants with you~" The other Caine called out mockingly quickly trying to hit him with an attack of his own.

In the real world Pomni could hear their entire conversation, their eyes blinking and switching colors whenever who was talking changed.

"I think that information is none of your damn business..." Pomni muttered softly as she heard that last line from the other Caine.

"I believe I'd be well aware if Pomni felt anything like that towards me." Caine all but growled as he readied his weapon again.

"Oh, of course you are, how do you think I know what she feels for you~ You're just scared to admit it~" The other Caine spoke as they slowly started circling each other in their mind.

As they continued circling the other Caine smirked slyly.

"Why not let her decide, hm? I believe she'll fairly judge which one of us she wants~"

In reality Pomni stared down at Caine's red and pink eyes. She knew that if she was entrusted with the choice she'd pick the original, but she also knows Caine hated easy wins.

The original Caine blinked at his other self a few times as if questioning his audacity before lunging forward suddenly.

"NEVER!" Caine landed a solid hit to the back of his other selves legs, knocking him to the ground. "THIS IS MY BODY! I'LL CHOOSE MYSELF!! AND YOU CAN DIE!!" Caine yelled out as he attacked his other self, catching his breath before silently whispering to the other version of himself. "She is MINE."

Caine struck the final blow by smashing the other Caine's heart with his cane.

As Caine felt his other selfs heart crack apart under his weapon he blinked his eyes open, shining blue as the ocean and green as the grass, taking a moment to adjust to controlling his own body again. He took a few deep breaths despite thinking that they seemed unnecessary, though he'd never felt like he needed to before now...

After he readjusted he realized that Pomni was still looming over him, looking at him almost appraisingly. He noted that her breath smelled nice, a mix of lavender, pine, and some other herbs that seemed to blend together... Wait since when could he!?-

"Hey." Pomni spoke sharply, tilting Caine's head up to look her in the eyes. "You back lap dog? You seem out of it..."

Caine was easily snapped out of his confusion and mild distress by Pomni's words. "Hey! I'm not a lap dog!"

"Oh really?" Pomni leaned closer again, her lips were centimeters away from Caine's teeth.

Caine barely registered what was happening as he moved without thinking, pressing the seam of his teeth to the lips of Pomni's mask feeling something run along her lips before he pushed her away slightly at a sudden influx of sensations.

Caine coughed a couple times before speaking. "Bleh... Lavender doesn't taste as good as it smells..." Before either Pomni or Caine could dwell on what he said for long enough to understand what just happened Able opened the door to Pomni's office and they had to stumble through explaining their current positions.

[hecatemoon87]

Makeup Sex with Eddie Brock

Warnings ⚠️ SMUT

Minors DNI

"Wait, come on! I'm sorry, okay?" Eddie said, following you down the stairs of his apartment complex.

You round on him, seething with rage. "No! How many times have I told you to stop texting Anne?"

"Look. Baby, we're just friends, honest!" He said, tripping over the last step.

Why is he so God damn adorable? It's hard to stay mad at him.

"Eddie, you almost married this woman. You can't just get rid of your feelings for her. You are texting her because you can't let go!"

Eddie looked nervously around and waved awkwardly to one of his neighbors, "Hey, how are you, Mrs. Lawrence?" You can tell he's embarrassed.

"Goodbye, Eddie," you said, leaving him a worried mess on the landing.

After you left, Eddie walks back to his apartment, goes straight to his room, and falls face first into the mattress. "Why am I such an idiot!" He groans into the bed.

*this is your fault, again. You have a perfectly good girl friend, why are you texting another woman* said Venom.

"What? You're the one who misses Annie, you traitor! That last text was from you!"

*I missed her. Annie isn't my ex-fiance, the rules are not the same* Venom said.

"Oh, shut up! She doesn't understand that! Ugh, I gotta make this right, or I'll lose her!" Eddie said, grabbing his phone and texting you frantically.

You ignore his texts. You're at a bar, having a drink to calm down. It's around eight pm and you and Eddie were supposed to have a date.

But you saw his phone receive a text, and you just so happened to catch who the message was from, Anne.

You certainly lost your cool, but what the hell? Weren't you enough for him?

You spend an hour out, taking in a few drinks to calm your nerves. Finally, you check your phone.

16 missed calls and 20 texts. Good lord, Eddie.

You check your voice messages: you have 9 voice messages.

Your curiosity allows you to listen to the first message.

"Hey, it's Eddie...uh, I'm sorry. That wasn't cool, I know. But it's Venom, he likes Annie. I'm trying to explain to him it's not okay...look, please call me? You are the only girl for me. I promise, just call me,m"

He sounded so sad, it broke your heart. Fine. You'd go back to his apartment.

He opens the door to find you on the other side.

"Thank God, okay, hear me out..." he tried to say. But you pushed him back inside, closing the door and locking it behind you.

"Bedroom, now please," you said, sauntering back. Eddie follows willingly.

He watches you undress, then perch yourself on the end of the bed, naked.

"Say you're sorry with that tongue of yours," you said seductively.

Eddie smiled and, in turn, removed his clothing and got between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs, then glided his tongue over to your mound.

He gave you a pleasant lick, then hooked his arms under your legs, pulling your bottom right on the edge of the mattress, burying his tongue into your core.

You rake your fingers through his hair, making sexy sounds, letting him know he's doing a good job.

Eddie is an eager boy. He always wants to please you. But sometimes he's a stupid boy who makes poor decisions.

You gently pull his head back, looking him in the eyes. He gives you his puppy dog eyes and says softly, "I'm sorry, baby."

"I know, but you've been a bad boy, so you're going to do what I tell you, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, like a good little boy.

"Good, now finish your dinner," you said, leaning back again and spreading your legs a little wider. He gave you a grin, and you giggle before he dives back in.

He obeys and cleans you up nice. He licks and sucks and brings you gushing forth over his tongue.

After your moans come to a silence, you sit up and push him down to the rug on the floor. He is hard as a rock, and you tease him with your tongue. He moans, and then you kiss his well toned abdomen.

"Fuck, baby. You gonna blow me?" He whined, sliding his fingers through your silky hair.

"Mhmmm," you purred against his base, then kiss upwards on his shaft, nipping his bell.

"Oh, god. Please, baby, don't tease me too much," he whimpered.

"But you've been bad," you said, low and sultry.

"Yeah. I have, really bad, teach Daddy a lesson," he said breathlessly.

You smile and straddle him, sinking your heat down on his erection. Eddie closed his eyes and moaned, grabbing hold of your hips.

"You like my pussy, baby? You enjoyed your meal, huh, daddy?" You purred as you began sinking up and down on him.

"Fucking delicious, I'll eat you any time," he said, bucking his hips.

You laugh softly, then close your eyes, enjoying his thick cock dividing your core.

You ride him slow, making him buck his hips from time to time, wanting to pound you harder. "No," you tell him firmly, as you sink down on him hard, pinning him to the floor.

You lean forward, slipping your fingers into his hands, and pushing them to the floor as well.

You slowly rotate your hips, and he groans with pleasure.

"Stop misbehaving, or you don't get to cum," you said, looking down at him.

"Huh, you serious?" He said, laughing nervously.

"Yes, and don't test me on what happens if you cum before I allow it," you said, kissing him deeply, shoving your tongue into his mouth, pressing the back of his head into the floor. Eddie moaned into your mouth as you pinched his nipples and clenched your cunt around him hard.

"Okay, okay, okay! Fuck, I almost came," he said, turning his head to the side.

You giggled, enjoying him wiggling below you.

"Poor baby, ask me permission to cum," you said, sitting back up, and rocking your hips again, thoroughly pleasuring yourself with his big cock.

"Please, can I cum?" He said.

"Oh, you can beg sexier than that, Eddie," you teased.

"Fuck. Yeah, yeah, sure. Uh, please mistress? Let your naughty fuck toy cum?"

"Mmmmm, sluty, you're a sluty fuck toy, baby," you said, clenching again.

Eddie whimpered out a sexy little groan and corrected himself, "Sluty! Fuck, yeah. I'm a sluty little fuck toy, mama. Let me cum, please?"

His voice was strained, she knew he was at his limit, so she rode him, letting him cum.

Afterward, both showered and dressed in your pajamas, Eddie was rubbing your feet on the couch while you watched TV.

"That was fucking amazing sex. Maybe I should piss you off more," he said, grinning.

"Watch it pal. Any more shenanigans from you and I'll have to peg your sweet little ass," you said.

Eddie's eyes widened, "Um, okay. I'll be on my best behavior then," he said, nodding with commitment.

"Good boy," you said, winking.

[sloanesallow]

a little less sixteen candles

Something I wrote for Sloane's birthday (April 28th, 1875). I didn't anticipate it being so bittersweet, but that's what happens when your MC's birthday coincides with the end-game events.... (art by puri.dew) SWF | 2.6k words [read on Ao3] | [read on wattpad] | [tumblr masterpost]

It's spring—late April, to be exact. Flowers bloom all over the Scottish Highlands, and students take advantage of the warmer weather to spend their afternoons and evenings outdoors. Most travel to Hogsmeade and the surrounding hamlets, some take to the Quidditch pitch, and others lounge in the courtyards to daydream and watch the clouds pass by.

Instead of enjoying the beauty of nature or spending quality time with his friends, Sebastian is holed up in the Undercroft, scribbling notes on a blackboard with the last nub of chalk. On the table nearby, several textbooks and dusty tombs are spread open, their margins littered with more of his scrawl. He dusts his fingers off, smearing white across his pant leg before grabbing a quill to hunch over the latest pilfering from the Restricted Section.

Curses, Curses, and Even More Curses

It is an encyclopedia of sorts, one Sebastian found tucked away in some dark corner of the library's basement, being used to prop up a wobbly cabinet. The book smells like it has been fermenting in the lake and is icy cold to the touch, but the few pages that remain legible offer more information than he's been able to gleam in recent months. Despite having Salazar Slytherin's spellbook, it has taken considerable effort and time to translate, and even then the ancient writings refer to artifacts and magic Sebastian is just barely starting to comprehend.

He is reading a particularly interesting passage about blood sacrifices when he realizes he is no longer alone. Ominis stands on the other side of the table, eyebrows bunched together and lips pursed in an everlasting state of dissatisfaction. When the bloody hell did he sneak in?

"I won't bother with asking what it is you are doing, as I have no interest in arguing with you this evening."

"Lucky me," Sebastian quips back. Their friendship has been strained ever since Anne's curse, the relationship gradually turning into something far more toxic. But the fear of losing one of his best and only friends is overshadowed by the deep dread that consumes Sebastian every day—he will not let Anne die.

He attempts to refocus his attention to the yellowed pages of the old tome. "It must be a special occasion, if you're letting me off so easily."

"Now that you mention it," Ominis replies, sardonically.

When he doesn't elaborate, Sebastian glances up and finds himself curious for a new reason. His friend is dressed up, or rather, dressed down, in a neat but casual ensemble that is so uncharacteristic it might as well be a prank. Since when did Ominis walk around in anything less than his school uniform?

"Today is a special occasion," Ominis finally clarifies, though his tone makes it obvious he is teasing Sebastian for the gap in knowledge.

"Uh..."

What day is it? He wonders, furrowing his brow in thought. Tuesday? What important event occurs on a Tuesday other than...potions? No, he attended class that morning, even if he cannot recall the details of Professor Sharp's lecture. Crossed Wands? That isn't until Friday. All Sebastian really remembers from the last twelve hours is bartering with the kitchen-elves for leftovers after missing dinner, again. That, and being shooed away from the library by Madam Scribner, again.

The prolonged silence causes Ominis to scoff, more irritated than before. "Seriously, Sebastian?" he snaps, shaking his head. "Do you really not remember? Ugh, why am I even surprised? I only came down here to confirm for myself that you truly are lost."

"I am not—"

"Shut up," Ominis cuts him off with a pointed look that is a tad more menacing than usual. "After all she did to remind us—you—" he sighs, temper simmering. "Siobhan did well to hide her disappointment, but even I could tell by the sound of her voice she was upset by your absence."

"Sloane?" Sebastian blinks several times as the realization dawns on him. Tuesday. The twenty-eighth day of April.

Today is Sloane's birthday.

He drops the book and threads his hands through his hair in exasperation, cursing under his breath, "shit."

"It is remarkable, really, the patience that girl has," Ominis remarks, ignoring the way Sebastian starts to frantically pace. "More than I posses, at least. I do not know the details, nor do I wish to, but it is a small miracle she considers you a friend, for all you have put her through."

Sebastian pauses to glare at his friend, almost daring him to repeat the snide comment. What the hell does he know? But, for what seems like the millionth time in five years, Ominis is right. In his pursuit for a cure, he is slowly alienating the people he cares about. Sloane is a recent addition to his inner circle, though sometimes it feels as if she's been there all along. His feelings for the Hufflepuff are...complicated, to put it mildly. Sebastian knows he likes her, perhaps more than he's ever liked a member of the opposite sex. However, inexperience and denial leave him unwilling to call it love.

He lets out a pitiful groan, palms pressed hard against his eyes.

"I can't believe I forgot!" The memory of Sloane inviting them to a small celebration in Hogsmeade crashes into view, adding to his shame. He's been so wrapped up in research and schoolwork that it slipped his mind. "Merlin's beard—I'm an arse!"

"Yes," Ominis flatly agrees, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Good thing wallowing in self-pity solves everything."

Sebastian frowns, his gut twisting with regret, frustrated by his own preoccupation. The spread of journals and scribbled notes seem to taunt him, his head and heart torn between obligation and desire. He returns to pacing, murmuring incoherently as his brain tries to prioritize what the first step should be. Bathe? No time. He unceremoniously sniffs under his arm and winces—a cleaning charm will have to suffice.

"Is she still in Hogsmeade?" he asks, allowing some hope to flourish when Ominis nods. "Do you think...she'll forgive me?"

"She shouldn't," Ominis says, sighing again. He shakes his head, almost as if he is humored by Sebastian's enthusiasm. "But she will."

Sebastian allows himself thirty minutes to get to the Three Broomsticks. It's still early, but Sloane and her friends have already been celebrating in Hogsmeade for most of the afternoon. Better late than never, right? After fixing his appearance as best he can in the nearest washroom, he rushes to the kitchens and haggles with the kitchen-elves for the second time that day, this time for pastries so he doesn't show up completely empty handed. He will need to procure a proper gift when his mind isn't so rattled.

By the time Sebastian exits the great hall, the sun is just setting beyond the horizon. It's warm, and as he speed-walks across the viaduct courtyard, sweat forms on his brow and neck and elsewhere he does not want to think about. Knowing his luck, he'll be a perspiring, smelly mess by the time he makes it to Hogsmeade. How attractive, he mumbles to himself, checking over his clothing again to make sure he's properly buttoned and tucked and—

"Sebastian?"

He freezes mid-step, snapping his gaze up to find Sloane and two of her Hufflepuff roommates—Poppy Sweeting and Lenora Everleigh—standing at the top of the stone steps. Sebastian opens his mouth to speak, but his short-circuiting brain won't allow a coherent sentence to form.

Eventually, he squeaks, "me."

Poppy and Lenora giggle while Sloane's lips curl into a sympathetic smile. All Sebastian can focus on is the pale pink of her dress and the way the curve of her neck and collarbone are exposed, making it that much more difficult to speak. Her cropped hair has a slight curl to the ends, and...is that rouge on her cheeks? He's never seen her look so...

"Wow," he breathes, perfectly aware of how lopsided his grin must look. Sebastian straightens up a little, clutching the small, wrapped box of baked goods in his hands. He lets out a shaky laugh. "I was...just coming to find you, actually."

"You were?" Sloane's eyes widen in surprise—is his presence that startling? He tries not to frown at the gut-wrenching realization that she didn't expect him to show up at all. When her friends don't budge to give them any privacy, he reaches up to tug at the knot of his tie, the suffocating feeling lingering as they stare down at him. Sebastian feels like he might faint, or retch, or both.

"Sloane, I—"

"Oh, this'll be rich," Lenora mutters, rolling her eyes. The dark-haired Hufflepuff is consistently disapproving of his relationship with Sloane, though he can't imagine why. Or maybe he can.

Poppy hushes her and the three return to holding similar, expectant expressions. Sebastian clears his throat.

"I—I'm an absolute git for forgetting your birthday," he starts, hoping he sounds as earnest as he feels. Multiple excuses tickle the tip of his tongue but he knows better in that moment than to offer any. This is his fault, his burden to bear. "I'm so sorry, sorrier than you can imagine."

"That's what he said last time, isn't it?" Lenora mumbles.

If Sebastian isn't trying so desperately to look forlorn, he would glare at her. Now's not the time for a reminder of how he's unintentionally, or perhaps intentionally hurt Sloane. For all the mistakes he's made, she has forgiven him time and time again, and everyone in their circle has noticed. Regardless of how much he wants it, maybe he is undeserving of her grace. Maybe the best gift he can give is to cut himself out of her life for good—one less burden for her to worry about in an already chaotic first—fifth—year.

His heart sinks to the pit of his stomach and his hopeful smile falls into a dejected pout. Before Sebastian can fully spiral into another pity-party of one, he flicks his gaze back to Sloane and decides that surrender simply isn't in his nature.

"Can we talk?" he softly asks. He'll beg if he has to, even at the risk of making an even bigger arse of himself in front of Sloane and her friends. "Please?"

Even though Lenora and Poppy are hesitant to let Sloane go, she waves away their worried whispers and nods. "Okay."

While her friends reluctantly head back towards the castle, Sebastian and Sloane find their way to the boathouse, the long walk accented by their echoing footsteps and sideways glances. More than once he thinks about reaching out to hold her hand but refrains, not wanting to further muddle their already shaky friendship. Sloane surprises him when they reach the pier, balancing herself against the wall so she can discard her heeled loafers and stockings. She perches herself on the dock's edge, bare feet just barely grazing the dark lake waters. Sebastian follows suit, tugging off his boots and socks before sitting down next to her, making sure there's a comfortable distance between them.

Before he can find the courage, Sloane breaks the more than awkward silence, "what do you want to talk about?"

It's an innocent enough question, one that puts control of the conversation in his hands. Sebastian could easily take the cowardly route and skip past an apology, force some laughter and pretend nothing is wrong. Instead, he digs deep and swallows his pride.

"I really am sorry, Sloane," he starts, finding it nearly impossible to look at her directly when it feels like his heart might burst out from his chest. All the regret he's been carrying rises to the surface. "I've had so many chances to make things right between us and I've mucked them up over and over again that I honestly can't fathom why you give me any of your time at all."

"You are..." he trails off in hesitation, remembering that a little bit of vulnerability can go a long way. "You are one of the better aspects of my life. One of the kindest, if not the kindest person I know. And...while we haven't been friends for very long, I'm bloody well terrified of losing you over my own stupidity."

Sloane flashes him a curious look. "Losing me?"

"You know what I mean," he quickly replies, even if he is still figuring it out himself. Or maybe he is too scared to admit the truth. The last thing he wants to do is push his luck when it has already run dry. They are friends—it is selfish to hope for more. The uncomfortable tightness in his throat returns. "Am I...too late?"

For a moment that feels like eternity to a fragile boy like him, Sloane doesn't respond, her gaze focused on the water and the reflection of the moon. Her pensive expression is impossible to read, but he takes it as a good sign that she hasn't run off or shoved him into the lake for the squid to drown. She sighs and slowly turns her head to look at him again.

"You're here now is what matters," she says, lips twitching up into the faintest smile. Sebastian should feel relieved, but the guilt lingers. Perhaps in an effort to change the subject, Sloane gestures to the small box, partially crumpled by his anxious fidgeting. "Is that...?"

"Oh! Right," he hesitantly hands it over, watching as Sloane lifts the lid to reveal several squished lemon tarts. He rubs the back of his neck as he lets out a self-deprecating laugh in an attempt to save face. "They're meant to look like that. It's an after-hours kitchen specialty, I'm told."

Sloane's smile widens slightly as she plucks one from the box, generously handing it to him before taking one for herself. Emboldened, Sebastian quickly conjures a small candle to press into her share and carefully ignites the wick.

"I already made a wish," she explains.

Sebastian isn't discouraged. "Well, now you can make a second one. Happy birthday, Sloane."

He continues to watch her as she momentarily ponders, the flickering flame reflected in her eyes before she softly extinguishes it with a soft breath.

"What did you wish for?"

"The first or second time?" Sloane responds, somewhat cheekily.

Sebastian doesn't push her to offer a real answer and instead allows for a comfortable silence to settle between them as they nibble at the lemony treats. The lake water gently splashes at their hanging feet and for the first time in recent memory, he feels calm. It might be temporary, but he allows himself to sink into the feeling, smiling as Sloane offers him a second tart.

"Sebastian?"

"Hmm?"

He turns his head just in time, barely registering what is happening as Sloane moves closer with her head tilted just so. Her lips meet his and Sebastian is stunned, taking several rapid heartbeats to react, fluttering his eyes shut as he leans into the kiss. If he knew that her lips would be this soft and warm, he would've kissed her ages ago. As greedy as he is to taste more, he allows the kiss to remain chaste, inching his hand across the short distance to cover hers.

Sloane eventually pulls away and when he peeks open his eyes she is smiling, cheeks dusted with a blush he yearns to brighten. Sebastian is still too flabbergasted to utter a response, nervously laughing when she reaches up to brush away a crumb from his cheek. He catches her hand before she can pull away, squeezing her fingers in his own. The momentary calm of his heart explodes into a burning inferno he struggles to contain. This time, he is sure he knows the answer, but still asks.

"Your wish?"

"It already came true."

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“He needs to be stopped.”

“Whadda want me to do about it?!”

“I dunno, but you gotta do something!!” Futaba whined, clinging to Ryuji sleeve. “He’s become a monster!”

They both glanced back to the middle of the room where Akira sat with Ann, Yusuke, and Makoto- all of them groaning in sync as Akira set down another eight- flushing out the cards with a smirk.

It was true- in terms of Tycoon, Akira had become scarily good. It was borderline terrifying, he seemed to know everyones tells- and showed no mercy to anyone. Anyone.

Akira placed down his final four cards, leaving the rest scrambling as he called a revolution. He proudly sat back, the title of Tycoon still sitting proudly with him- round 2 being yet another victory for him.

“See?? Cmon, Ryuji- you're like, the only one who can save us here!” As the rest finished off the round, Ryuji pulled his hand to the back of his neck, groaning.

“Cmon, ‘Taba, what can I even do?? Ya know well as I do that breakin ‘Kira outta a focus is a pain in the ass!” He bemoaned- besides, he had already had his own ass kicked multiple times in Tycoon, and not just by Akira. He showed no weakness to anyone, not even his best friend turned boyfriend.

“Which is why we catch him off guard.” The grin on Futaba’s face suddenly sharped, a wicked look that almost seemed to reflect Akira’s for a second. Ryuji felt a shiver shoot down his back- god no, there were two of them now.

“..whaddya mean by that.”

“What I mean is that we gotta do a major sneak attack on his ass. Ambush him just enough to throw him off his game and give literally anyone, mostly me, but anyone a chance to win! So heres the plan…” By now, their vicious whisper arguments had dragged some minor attention, but they both shut up as the final round ended, Akira once again being placed as the Tycoon.

“Ugh, no fair!” Ann whined, tossing her remaining cards onto the pile. “Begger is not fun at all.”

Makoto just sighed, pushing the hair from her face.

“You are seriously too good at this game.”

“Indeed. It's really quite impressive- a display of passion.” Yusuke may have ended up the Poor, but it was better than his usual beggar. He much rather would build a house of the cards, besides. “Exquisite display as always, Akira.”

“Who’s next then?” His grey eyes darted around the room, landing on where Futaba and Ryuji were still huddled up in the corner, their whispered argument having come to a halt. In a few seconds, Futaba bounced up, exclaiming that her turn was next, and that she was gonna take Akira down.

“I have a secret weapon~!” She proclaimed with her whole chest, hands on her hips- glasses falling slightly askew. “You stand no chance, Kurusu!!”

“If you say so.” Without fail, he met her challenge, shuffling the deck with ease as she plopped herself on his left. “What about you, Ryuji?”

“Nah, man- I've had enough of gettin my ass kicked.” With a slight chuckle, Ryuji lifted himself from the little corner alcove, grabbin the chair to sit on it. Morgana leapt from his sunbathing spot, exclaiming that he wanted to play- though no one was quite sure how that would work until Haru offered to hold his cards for him.

The final spot was taken by Makoto again, her fiery desire to take the crown from Akira once and for all still shining bright.

And so, the round began yet again, Futaba starting them off. It was an average round, Akira quickly taking control of the turns to get as many cards down as he could. It was fascinating to watch, the ease in which he took everyones attacks into stride- quickly twisting them to his advantage. In a card game of all places, Akira’s abilities truly shone.

Not like Akira had gotten a great hand, either- Ryuji peered over his shoulder, grimacing slightly at the cards Akira held. Not a great start, but Akira made it look effortlessly easy- manipulating the cards just right to force others to place their highest cards.

And when Akira pulled a stop to the round that looked like Morgana could take by slamming down his three of spades- they all collectively groaned, knowing this round was over.

“You are too good.” Makoto sighed as she took Rich, placing her final card she had been holding for far too long. Morgana-Haru duo took Beggar, and Futaba placed Poor, making her grumble as she hid her face in her knees- eyes narrowly taking in the sight before her.

“About that secret weapon, ‘Taba-”

She shot Akira a glare, making him laugh a bit as he finished shuffling. He handed the deck to Haru, letting her deal the stacks, customary of beggar.

“Just you wait. Your goin down, pretty boy.”

“You think I'm pretty?”

“Ugh, gross!”

The entire team had to hide a laugh as Akira faked a pout, Futaba just sticking out her tongue at him. Both took their hands from Haru, who was still giggling a little before she began to organize Morgana’s hand for him.

Ryuji’s leg started bouncin.

As Morgana began the round, he could feel his cheeks light up, not failing to notice the sideways looks Futaba was giving him. They had a deal, he couldn’t back out now- besides, it would be nice to see literally anyone win other than Akira. Sure, he was datin the guy- but other people deserved at least a chance, right? Thats what the Phantom Thieves did, gave the chance to the good people in the world.

So about halfway through the round, Futaba whined out an elongated version of Akira’s name- the signal.

Red flooded his neck and cheeks as he meandered up from where he sat, rubbing the short hairs on the back of his neck. Ugh, was he really goin through with this.. ?

Akira looked back, Ryuji comin up directly behind him.

“Yuji? Whats wrong?”

“Nothin, man.” Miraculously, he managed to keep his voice even, lips twisting into a scowl as Futaba snickered. Tiny gremlin.

“Oh, then, let me finish-”

He didnt get a chance to turn back to the game, Ryuji leaning over his shoulder and catching him off guard. Akira’s eyes widened as his glasses were knocked askew, the entire team going dead silent as Ryuji pulled back from placing the kiss on Akira’s lips.

“Im uh- Im gonna go grab some more snacks. Ill be back.” Despite the red on his face, Ryuji barely managed to play it off, a shaky shark grin dancing on his face as he got back up. It didnt take much for him to skid down the stairs- stealing a glance at Akira as he dashed down.

His glasses were still askew, eyes open in what could only be described as shock.

By the time he was down the stairs, he kinda lamented not looking longer- was his face pink, or red maybe? He was pale as eff, so Ryuji’s bet was on red- just how red was what he didn't quite know.

He idly shifted through the fridge, right- snacks. Where had..

Luckily, Boss had shut down the cafe for the night hours ago. They had all been lingering, since Akira was on room lock right now. Still had people thinkin he was as dead as could be.

“You’re mean.”

Looking up from where he had his head practically buried in his backpack, Ryuji felt a grin on his face grow upon seeing Akira at the base of the stairs. Mussed up black hair n all, glasses discarded who knows where- and pink rouge still lingering in his cheeks.

“Sorry, man- Futaba offered me a good deal on an exclusive manga she got her hands on.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. God, he needed a haircut. “Didja win?”

“..no.” Rolling his eyes, Akira finally stepped onto the cafe floor, leaning on the bar. “The secret weapon worked.”

He got a laugh at that, before tugging out a pack of salty snacks he had and tossing them at Akira’s chest.

“Sorry, dude- someone had to humble you eventually.”

“Oh, cause my ego is practically soaring above yours.” He snorted, catching the pack and easily tearing open the side. “How mean of you to absolutely crush it like its nothing.”

“Hey! If ya wanna blame someone, blame the gremlin!”

“But my beloved boyfriend betrayed me.”

Ryuji just rolled his eyes, but there wasn’t a bone in his body that could retort to that, face lighting on fire as he tried to laugh it off.

“Cmon, man- yknow I wouldn't do that.”

“...Yeah, I know.” The sudden softness in Akira’s voice made Ryuji’s head dart up, surprise dancing across his tan face.

It was quickly clouded up by black hair, that damned, piercing stare looking at him as a quick kiss was pressed to his lips again, red splotches immediately growing across his neck and cheeks- but he wasted no time in returning the favor, rolling his eyes as he felt Akira snicker. Bastard.

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The Secret Weapon- Your Brother's Boyfriend

awriternamedart

[m0thergoose]

TOWL EPISODE 5 SPOILERS AHEAD MY RAMBLY THOUGHTS AS WATCHING THE EP

LOSING MY SHIT IT’S FATHER GABE MY MAN MY IDOL OMG

NOT how I expected this episode to start omg unWELL

I truly have no idea what to expect from this ep holy hell

Rick is passenger princess confirmed

The hand kiss 🫠

Honeymoon take 2 woopwoop

TASTEFUL NOODS SHUT UP

AND THE MUSIC SHUT UP

OTP on a scenic road trip I’m in love with this

Look at them looking lovingly at Carl

HE’S FINDING GIFTS FOR HIS SON

MAKING A GIFT FOR HIS WIFE 😭😭😭😭

MICHONNE GETTING RJ AN AX IM KILLING MYSELF

TOOTHPASTE FUCK OOOOOOFF

I WAS IN LOVE WITH MY SON’S BEST FRIEND I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO - ARE YOU FUCKING KIDIDNG ME 😭😭😭

RICK KISSING HER NECK 🫠🫠🫠

they found a cabin, they on a real vacation now baby

I NEVER LET GO 🙌

New people I’m scared I don’t like it

Rick is really at Michonne’s beck and call ‘they look pretty hungry’ INSTANTLY drops his bag to find them food lmaoooo

OHHH DONT try this with Richonne you silly silly people

‘Well how bout you just listen’ 😂😂😂😂😂

That’s right Michonne you take your food back lmaoooo

Rick emptying the bullets into michonnes hand sooooorry I’m unwell

Keep your promise asshole 😂

Us against the world 💖

Toothpaste, booze, what are you up to grimes???? I’m just working with what I got - the necklace 💖 RICK LOVES HIS WIFE SO MUCH

RIGHT who is this now??? Is this GABE?

WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK???? GABE AND JADIS????? IN CONTACT????? Noooooooooo I AM CONFUSION

GABE TALKING ABOUT RICK TO JADIS FUCK THIS

GABE IF TOU KNEW RIGHT NOW YOU’D KILL HER YOURSELF AMEN

FUUUUCKING HELL JADIS WAKING THEM UP, it’s like when Jesus walked in on them their first night lmaoooo but this is 1 million times worse!

Michonne looks so hot rn haha

I actually could give a flying fuck about Jadis, hurry up and kill her richonne lmao

YAAAS RICHONNE

OMG GABE ONE DAY RICK SAID THAT I SHOULD MARRY THEM 😭😭😭😭

And he’s kept a wedding ring for Rick actually shoot me rn

Gabe is a richonner confirmed 💖

Now I want Gabriel to be the one to kill Jadis because this is sick and twisted from her

HE GAVE HER RICKS RING GABRIEL YOU BETTA NOOOOT

okay so they’re gonna kill Jadis and as she’s dying she’ll hand him the ring

And next year same day same place it won’t be Jadis that meets Gabriel, it’ll be richonne

HERE we go fuck her up Michonne

Here Ricky dicky goes, fuck them walkers up

Jadis is scum these people better not help her

HAHAHHAHA Michonne just wants to kill this bitch ‘maybe just maim first’ yeah ok Ricky dicky 😂

THATS WHAT U GET FOR TRUSTING JADIS YOU DUMBASSES

UGH DONT KISS HER GABRIEL IF YOU ONLY KNEW

WHAT THE FUCK JADIS WHAT DID SHE DO TO GABRIEL

THIS BITCH SHOT HER MAN MICHONNE IS DEFO GOINGG TO GUT HER LMAOO

Omg

Michonne what you gonna do

Michonne has a plan yes

OMG ARE THEY SPLITTING UP TO SAVE EACH OTHER

‘You’ve looked better’ sassy Rick lol

I’m stilll hoping Michonne just fucking murders her

YEEEEES FUCK THIS BITCH

PAINFUL WALKER DEATH FUCK U JADIS

side note Rick looks v handsome rn

I’ll see you next year Ann - noooo you’ll see richonne next year gabey baby 🤞

‘We’re gonna do that’ ricks like sure whatever you want baby

THE RING KILL ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I don’t want a proposal in front of jadis save it for when you’re alone Ricky dicky

IS THIS A PROPOSAL RIGHT HERE IM CRYING

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

‘I could never have imagined this but it could only ever have been you’ 🥹🥹🥹🥹

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 😭😭😭😭😭

THE PROMO ‘are we crazy’ ‘certifiable’ LMAOOOOOO

ALSO how the fuck are we wrapping this up in one more episode, we deserve MORE dammit

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

Hey! I love your collection of snippets and I have one that I think could be fun! It's been a few centuries and Klaroline come knocking on some vampire's door for info, and he's absolutely scared shitless because of the horror stories he's heard...of Caroline. He has no idea who Klaus is. (Klaus is delighted by wifey getting the props she deserves)

“Just let me handle this.”

“You handled last week’s negotiation, let me have some fun with this one.”

“Negotiation,” Caroline snorts. “You call plotting to hang a vampire from the ceiling by their intestines while you remove their fingernails negotiation? That’s cute.”

Klaus sends a glare her way. “He spoke out of turn.”

“He didn’t get a turn to speak at all, what with you compelling him to eat his own tongue. Just let me handle this, would y—”

The door swings open, and she and Klaus turn towards their newest victim. “David Lennon, I presume,” Klaus says darkly, and Caroline throws him a filthy look at stealing her thunder, and Klaus, the absolute ass, looks completely shameless.

“Uh, yeah,” David says, looking at Klaus quizzically, not noticing Caroline at all. Ugh. “Who’re you?”

Klaus cocks his head to the side, a smile curling his lips. “Your newest nightmare. Now, mate, care to explain that pesky disappearance of my hybrid pack in Connecticut? My witch tells me you were quite conspicuous, really, if you're going to murder for fun, at least do it well.”

David scoffs. “Look, man—”

Klaus looks ready to kill at the name he’s been called. “I suggest you choose your next words carefully, unless you—”

“Oh, shut up,” Caroline says irritably, pushing Klaus aside. “How are you dramatic about murder?” She grabs David by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. “Make this q—”

But David’s face goes slack, his eyes bulging out of his head. “C—Caroline Forbes?” he stammers, his face white.

Caroline frowns, pushing him harder against the wall, digging her fingers into his skin, making him whimper. “Yeah. He asked you a question. Why did you kill—”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” David babbles out, his hands raised in defence. “Really, I didn’t know it was your pack, Miss Forbes—”

Miss Forbes? What the fuck?

“—if I had known, I never would’ve killed them, I'm so sorry, please don’t kill me—”

Caroline growls. “I don’t want excuses, I want to know why you killed our allies. Talk.”

“A witch blackmailed me to, told me she’d desiccate me if I didn’t. She had some bad blood with the alpha, I think, something about him triggering his curse by killing her brother. I didn’t want to do it, Miss Forbes, I'm sorry, please forgive me—”

Caroline lets go with a disgusted noise, dropping him to the floor, where he falls to his feet, looking at her with terror. “If there’s anything I can do—”

“Who’s the witch?” Klaus breaks in. “Is she part of a coven?”

“Some weird ass chick called Jane-Anne Devereaux. I don’t know, she could’ve been lying—” David breaks off, staring at Klaus suspiciously. “Who’re you?”

The look on Klaus’s face is comical. “Who am I?” he growls. “How bloody stupid are you?”

David sneers at him. “How stupid are you, to think people know your name—”

Klaus lunges for him, only to be blocked by Caroline’s hand. “Wait,” she tells him, glancing at the vampire. “I still have to talk to him.”

“Is he your friend, Miss Forbes, I'm sorry, I didn’t know—”

“Stop,” Caroline grits out, “apologizing. Your snivelling is giving me a headache." Next to her, Klaus looks impressed.

“Yes, Miss Forbes, anything, please don’t kill me—”

“Shut up. Is Jane-Anne Devereaux part of a coven?”

“Yeah, it’s their family coven, an old one.” David looks up at her pleadingly. “That’s all I know, Miss Forbes, I swear, and if I'd known that was your pack—”

“My pack,” Klaus growls.

“I never would’ve done it. I'll do anything you want, Miss Forbes, please don’t kill me.”

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Klaus grinds out.

David looks at Klaus like he’s an idiot. “Are you nuts, man? Don’t talk like that in front of her, she’ll kill you.”

“Wh—”

“Don’t you know anything about how Caroline Forbes murdered those vampires in Georgia after they spoke out of turn?” David shudders. “Like, don’t even ask.”

Caroline wants to laugh. So. Hard.

David turns to her frantically. “Mad respect and all to you, Miss Forbes. My friend told me how you tortured those witches who went after your friend, and, honestly, it was kind of inspiring for all of us—hey, I don’t suppose you’ve ever given thought to having a proteg—”

“Mate, I'm begging you to quit while you're ahead,” Klaus says, and Caroline wants to snort at the look of mirth on his face. “We wouldn't want—”

“Of course, anything, Miss Forbes,” says David, giving her a look of reverence one would give to the Pope. “My sincerest apologies.”

Caroline chokes out a sure, then grabs Klaus’s hand and drags him away. Once they’re both out of earshot, they both start howling so hard one of Klaus’s hybrids pokes his head out of the SUV to ask them if they were alright.

“He hadn’t even heard of you!” Caroline wheezes. “Hadn’t heard of Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid! And he's scared of me! Oh, this is hilarious. A thousand plus years of maiming and torture and murder for you, Klaus, and this kid’s terrified of me. I haven’t even done anything compared to you.”

“Well, kudos to you, then, love,” Klaus smirks. “You're finally starting to catch up. I'm so proud.”

Caroline snorts. “I'm on my way to becoming the next Klaus Mikaelson. Lucky me.”

“No, no, love, weren't you listening? You're Caroline Forbes.” She lets out a cackle at the words, never have imagined her name to be spoken of in the same depth of fear Klaus’s is. “He looked ready to build an altar in your honour.”

“He might’ve even called me the queen.”

Klaus smirks, and she knows what he’s going to say even before he says it. “Well, you are—”

“I totally gave you that one,” Caroline accuses.

“It was too good of an opportunity to miss.” Klaus shrugs. His gaze suddenly turns calculating, and he looks at her mischievously.

“Oh no. What?”

“Well, seeing as you're on your way to becoming the next scourge of the supernatural underworld—” He ignores her derisive snort— “You'll need a moniker.”

“What the hell is that?” she asks, grabbing his arm and slinging it around her shoulders as they walk back to the car.

“An infamous nickname, of course. You’ve heard mine—Klaus le Fou, Klaus le Dement, Niklaus der Mordor—and those are just the few in French, the last one’s from Germany, when I murdered those few witches, that was particularly gory—”

“I actually want to cry at how bad those all are.”

“Well, there’s the one in English, Klaus the Mad—”

“Ugh,” she groans. “They're all so unoriginal. If I'm going to have one, can't it be interesting?”

“Well, we have a variety of choices, in a variety of languages, and I did always think one in French would suit you well…”

[moviecritc]

soo, some of the drivers said their favs movies and as a proud filmsis i feel the need to comment on that bc i have mixed feelings (mostly hate feelings) (i'm rough with this so beware of that)

george r's are the james bond ones, which makes a lot of sense. it's basic british rich kid so yeah cool with that.

charles' are the harry potter ones. that guy is never beating the basic, boring, and absolute weird kid allegations. pls you're 26 go watch interstellar or smth

ocon's is the dark knight rises. why of all the three, you choose the worst? like, i get it anne hathaway is looking good there, but... tho is not one of the worst choices.

(i skip yuki bc i haven't watched the transporter and i'm not planning to)

the max's are the hangover and the wolf of wall street. ugh. everything would've been fine if he just shut his mouth after saying the hangover, it's a cool light comedy movie and yk bradley cooper looks hot af. but the wolf of wall street... dude that's bad. that movie is so messed up. like, it's """"""""satire"""""""" but knowing scorsese (the director) and di caprio, i looks more like a based on real events

and finally, alex albon chose the grand budapest hotel. he knows. i'm the biggest fan of wes anderson's movies and even tho it's not the best of him, still a good one and definitely the best one of all the choices of the rest

and yeah that's it, this was like super long but idrc, i'm really strong abt movies. cheers

[creepypastasomethingsomething]

CreepyPasta Incorrect Quotes Pt. 8

Zalgo: I made tea

The Slender Man: I don't want tea

Zalgo: I did not make the tea for you, idiot. This is my tea

The Slender Man: Then why are you telling me?

Zalgo: It's a conversation starter

The Slender Man: That's a lousy conversation starter

Zalgo: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

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(Y/N): How petty can you get?

BEN: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about

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Jason the Toymaker: Have you seen a person named 'Kagekao' around here?

Liu: Ugh, yes. He made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Bloody Painter: It looks fine to me?

Liu: IT USED TO BE WATER!!??

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(Y/N), in the house Sally haunts: I'm going to lock myself in here with the ghosts

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Jeff: Lui, what if there are monsters?

Lui: Don’t worry, we’re top of the food chain.

[Later]

Jeff, lying awake at night: I am the monster

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Masky: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.

Toby, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

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Lui: You kidnapped (Y/N)? That's illegal!

Clockwork: But Lui, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing (Y/N) or destroying our dreams?

Lui: Kidnapping (Y/N), Natalie!!!

Kate: Lui, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Lui: What, to kidnap people?!

Clockwork: To work together!

Lui: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!

Jane: Lui, we all agreed a celebrity is a not a people.

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Hobo Heart: What if people had food names and food had people names?

Jason the toymaker: Hey, spaghetti, we're having Helen for dinner.

Bloody Painter: What is wrong with you people?

Kagekao: Shut up, chocolate.

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Nurse Ann, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you're doing it all wrong.

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*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*

(Y/N): I will not let you down.

Jame: Sounds fun.

Hobo Heart: K.

E.J: No, I'm fucking not.

Dr. Smiley: Do I have to be?

Lui: Please god, I am so tired.

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The Puppetteer: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper?

Bloody Panter: I feel like we've all done that at least once

Judge Angels: I ate it too-

Bloody Panter: See?

Judge Angels: -On purpose

The Puppetteer & Bloody Panter: ...What?

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BEN: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.

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Toby: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person

Toby: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

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Lui: Would you like something to drink? *opens fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Jeff: Spiders?

Lui: Spiders it is then.

Zalgo: No, that wasn't-

*Lui then pours Jeff a brimming glass of spiders*

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Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut?

(Y/N): Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Head auror Harry directing missions from the offices at the MoM strolling around the room, sipping tea, clipping his toe nails or some shit, listening to his charmed ear piece, and making shitty fucking jokes and he's unflappable, like he's faced so many dangerous situations where he had to be quick and think on his feet and had his heart racing and adrenaline pumping throughout his life that at around age 40 he ran out of fucks to give and just literally cannot react anymore to a single piece of information about a national or international level emergency like

Auror: Sir we just stormed the abandoned house and set off billions of dark curses with a radius of a million miles

Harry: ah too bad

Auror: what do we do?!!

Harry: fucking disapparate, you twats, God I can't believe I gave y'all badges

*

Auror: Sir the dark wizards want to blow up the muggle parliament

Harry: ugh those Guys are Fawke-ing with my dinner plans haha geddit?

Auror: Sir they are about to close a deal with corrupt muggle government officials, what do we do

Harry: oh shit is it gonna be on the 5th of November??? Can you fucking imagine

Auror: Sir

Harry: Floopowder, flu season and snot amirite?? hehehe

Auror: Sir please whom do we arrest they are about to make an Unbreakable Vow

Harry, stubbornly: didn't you understand my joke?!

Auror, crying: I'm gonna lose my job, sir

Harry: are you crying right now like do you think I cried when I pretended to die at 17

Auror: I just want to go home

Harry: fucking fine, stun the lot of them and call for backup. My god

And then one day there's a gigantic mission underway and Harry's preparing to go into the field after sitting on his arse for like 7 years but this time it's just that serious and then there's a voice on the magical earpiece (that everybody on the case is connected to)

Secretary: head auror sir I have an important message for you from home

Harry, strapping on gear: tell him to shut up, I remember I need to pick up apples

Secretary: ...no that's not it

Harry: what does the git want

Secretary: he...said he went home to find the fridge left open again and the dog got in. And the cat. And your daughter's bunny. And your snake almost ate the bunny but the dog kept him off

Harry:

Secretary: and the milk went bad

Harry, paralysed with fear: listen, Ann, they need me I need to go now

Secretary: he's screaming in my floo, sir

Harry: could you order a dozen apples to be delivered home

Secretary: he says he's coming here

Harry: gotta go

And he's gone for like three days until draco has calmed down. The mission is taken care of in like 15 minutes tho.

[beah388love]

Don’t Mess with the Mood Swings

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Pregnant Reader

Summary: Ian and Teddy Poked the bear…

Warnings: pregnancy,fighting,arguing,insults,crying,scratch,smoking,alcohol!!!(please tell me if i missed any!!!)

Ian and ted loved to 'poke the mama bear' but took it a step too far.

"Hello y/n/n" Ron smiled as he walked into the Esmeraldas barn.

You smiled and walked over to them and sat down at the booth they was in.

They put their cigars out and waved the smoke away.

"Hey ronnie, what you been up to?" You smiled Ann he shrugged his shoulders.

"Mh..not much we've been trying to read what paynes saying" Ron said as he looked over to Payne.

"Ah, well as I walked past it sounds like he's talking about tax payments" you shrugged as you grabbed a breadstick.

"Your getting bigger eh?" Teddy half joked and you shrugged a laugh as you held your bump that was indeed getting bigger.

"I can barely get up now..." you giggled as you chewed on another breadstick.

"Are you sure it's now triplets?" Ian laughed and it kinda hurt, you didn't know Ian that well so it was kind of an insult then a joke.

Teddy stifled a laugh but Ron didn't.

You didn't say anything until he piped up again.

"Maybe quadruplets eh?" He laughed even harder as he pointed to the breadstick you was about to eat.

You got kinda sad, you had already been insecure about how big you was getting and this just kinda made it feel real?.

You put the breadstick back down and Teddy didn't laugh this time.

"God it was just a joke! Ugh women eh? So over reactive" Ian moaned to Teddy and Ron but they ignored him.

And that was when Reggie came out of his office and was talking to Payne.

You tried to stand up to go over to him but you had to push yourself up with the arms of the chair.

You was out of breath just by that and then Ian piped up again.

"God you can't even stand up" he chuckled and you lost it.

"Shut up!" You half shouted at him and it took Teddy by surprise.

"God i was jokin! Mood swings..." he said looking at Ron and ted expecting them to laugh but they didn't.

"I may have mood swings! And I may be big! But I am not taking your bullshit!" You yelled at him.

"Don't talk to me that way! Your a pathetic women! You should be at home!" He yelled and you gasped at how obnoxious he was being.

"That's right! You shouldn't even be here! All your for is to make babies! To carry on us men's legacy." He spat at you and you was furious.

So you slapped him. And you didn't regret it one bit.

You slapped him across the face so hard he fell into teddy.

"Woah!" Teddy said as he held his hands up to push Ian away from him.

And that's when Ian stood up again and lunged at you and he managed to only scratch your arm but Ron stopped him.

"Don't.fuckin.touch.her.you cunt." Ron said as he punched him between every word.

"Oi! What's going on!" Reggie said as he rushed over trying to stop Ron.

And that's when he saw Teddy holding you away from Ian,

"What the fucks goin on?!" Reggie yelled and Ron finally stopped punching Ian.

"Eh?" Reggie said looking at Ron,Ian and Teddy.

And nobody spoke up except Teddy.

"Ian tried to uh- hurt y/n reg.."  teddy said as he held your arm holding it away from reg, because you both knew if he saw it he'd go mad.

"What? Are you alright?" He asked you and you nodded.

"Pat. Take him out." Reggie ordered angrily as he headed over to you and held you close to him.

Taking you into his office.

""Doll what happened?" Reg asked you as he held you close to him.

"I- well he was saying loads of shit to me. He said I was an over reactive,pathetic women who shouldn't even be here, and then he said I was only here to have your babies and continue a man's 'legacy' " you said trying to hold back your tears.

"Oh and he said. 'Are you sure you're not having quadruplets' " you said now crying.

Reggie was beyond furious. He was seeing red. He felt every nerve end in him was on fire.

But he still held back to look after you first.

"And then he lunged at me and he only scratched me but-" you rambled on wiping away your tears.

"What"

Reggie said as he then began looking over your body until his eyes landed on the scratch in your arm.

Reggie's head was racing with thoughts.

I'm gonna kill him.

Are you alright?

He tried to hurt a pregnant woman. Especially you.

I'm gonna fucking kill him.

"Are you alright?" He asked you and you nodded, it didn't hurt it was only a little scratch but reg was still furious.

"Stay here Kay?" Reggie said as he gave you a kiss on the head and stroking your bump.

"What are you gonna go?" You asked and he stopped.

"Don't worry, just stay here"

"Don't go bat shit crazy…I just wanna go hom-”

you said tiredly before cutting yourself off.

You could feel the twins kicking you in the ribs making you groan.

“Woah are you okay?” Reggie said rushing over to you, and helping you sit down on one of his chairs.

“Mhm I’m fine just a double kick to the ribs thas all’ you winced as you held into Reggie’s hand.

“Can we please just go home” you said and he nodded helping you up, holding your bump and the small of your back protectively.

Reggie lead you out of his office and held the door open for you, “Oi! Payne! This is tomorrow’s business do ya understand!” Reggie said as we left his club.

“Can you tell Ronnie and Teddy I said thank you” you said to reg and he nodded hiding a little smile.

“I will doll, you feeling alright?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Mhm, the twins have calmed down now” you giggled as you felt a light kick where Reggie’s hand was making him smile ear to ear.

The next day Reggie didn’t kill Ian but he did give him a ‘physical threat’

[elliesnotes]

please mommy? ! spencer reid x reader

⭑ you’re off to work but your daughter and husband are doing everything they can to make you stay

this takes place during cm: evolution ! reader is referred to as mom !

your alarm blared loudly in your ears as your hand hit the nightstand trying to shut it off. you hear your husband beside you groan in annoyance at the noises, which causes you to roll your eyes. i’m sure you had two hours of sleep too, babe.

a sigh of relief came from your mouth when you finally hit the alarm. you groggily forced yourself up and stretched your arms with a yawn. you make your way to the bathroom for a cold morning shower to wake and freshen you up. after your shower, you brush your teeth and change into your clothes. then you head downstairs to make breakfast for your daughter and husband while they’re still sleeping soundly, something you wish you can get more of.

you constantly check your phone to see if someone from the bau texted you. thankfully you haven’t received any messages yet, which gives you more time with your family. you finish cooking and you start setting up the table. three placemats, three plates, three sets of spoon and forks, two coffees, and one glass of milk. it’s been a long time since you were able to have a spot of the table. usually you’re out of the house right now, but not today! you rush quickly upstairs to wake up everyone for breakfast before the food gets cold.

“ann?” you called out, “ann, sweetheart, time for breakfast.” you peeked into her room and noticed that something was off. you inch closer to her bed to shake her awake. you placed your hand gently on her leg and gave her a light shake. odd enough, that was definitely not her leg. you lifted up the blanket and saw that it was a pillow under!!

your daughter was nowhere to be seen.

“diane!?” you yelled. you frantically rush out of her room and into your shared bedroom. “spencer! where is diane!?” you yelled at your supposedly sleeping husband.

you then hear a giggle from diane and a hush sound coming from spencer. your widened eyes then softened when you realized your daughter’s whereabouts. “ohmygod don’t ever scare me like that again.” you said. a fake snore erupts from spencer and your daughter yawns.

you crossed your arms and pouted. “i know you two are awake.”

“no we’re not!” your daughter says as she peaks over the covers to look at you.

“oh then i guess i’ll eat all of the breakfast then..!” you shrugged. a worried look plasters your daughter’s face. she quickly got out of bed and hugged your leg. “nooo mommy don’t!” she cried. spencer props himself on one arm on the bed and stared directly in your eyes. “nooo mommy don’t!” he mimicked. a scowl appeared on your face and it made him laugh.

“go brush your teeth so we can have breakfast before i go to work.” you said. a smile plasters her face and she quickly runs to the bathroom. she rarely ever has breakfast or lunch with you around, so she’s always excited when you still have time. you then walk towards your shared bed with spencer and you sit on the edge next to him. “did you tell her to come here?” you asked.

“no, she ran here herself,” spencer laughed. “she said if mommy couldn’t find me then she can have breakfast with us.”

“awh… wait— stop doing that!”

“doing what?!”

“that— ugh whatever.” you pushed him with all of your force yet he still didn’t go down. he chuckles at your pathetic attempt of getting back at him. you frown and grab both sides of his face. you plant a small kiss on his forehead, then his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. “look who’s laughing now,” you laughed as spencer became red and shy.

“whatever…” was all he could mutter.

“okay let’s go have breakfast before—“ a ding suddenly interrupts you. a sigh escapes your mouth and you hope and wish it really isn’t who you think it is. you hesitantly turn on your phone and see the notification. “speaking of the devil.” you stared at luke’s text telling you that rossi got a lead and we need to meet as soon as possible.

“you have to go to work?” spencer asks. you turn to look at him and he’s giving you those big brown puppy eyes. “those don’t work on me anymore—“

“you’re going to work mommy?” a child’s voice comes from the door. you turn to look at diane standing at the doorframe. she runs up to you and clutches your leg. “but you can’t!” she cries, giving you the same big brown puppy eyes.

you sigh as you say, “but those do work on me.” you picked up diane and placed her on your lap. “i’m sorry sweetie but—“

“no! you’re having breakfast with us! please please mommy! with a cherry on top!” she begged. you couldn’t resist your daughter’s pleas and her puppy eyes. you think about all of your lates and absences… but you couldn’t think of any time you were late or absent… because you were never late or absent, unless it was mandated. you turn to look at spencer, who was now sitting beside you. you stared at him for an answer. and he gives you one. a very, unsatisfying answer.

“please mommy.”

you glared at him. “what?” he innocently responded to your look. spencer acting clueless is driving you insane. you looked back at your daughter who’s still looking at you with those pleading eyes. but you didn’t miss the quick glance exchange she had with your husband, though. you turned back to spencer and see him staring again with those pleading eyes. they resemble each other so much it made you jealous.

you can’t count how many times you sighed this morning, but you sighed in defeat. “fine i’ll text work. but if i get in trouble then it’s both of your faults!”

diane and spencer cheer happily. your daughter hops off your lap and hugs spencer’s leg. “we did it papa!” she exclaimed.

“yeah, we did.” he said as he still stared at you. his puppy eyes were replaced with those loving ones, the ones he used to openly show that he was admiring you (because he’s always admiring you of course, but sometimes he wants you to know that he is). “race you to the table!” he challenges diane.

she quickly removes herself from his leg and runs downstairs with giggles. you and spencer get up and follow behind her. your steps were stopped by the stairs as spencer pulls you into a hug from behind. “are you sure you want to be late?” he asks, his breath fanning on your neck.

“i’m already late anyways.” you said, turning and tilting your head to look at him in the eyes. “well thank you mommy.” he gives you a quick peck on the lips. you roll your eyes and pull him into a long, passionate kiss. you both pull away and his eyes travel all over your face.

“what was that for?” he laughs.

“for being a jerk.”

“looks like i should be a jerk more often then.”

you smile as you hit his shoulder, “no, shut up. our daughter is waiting.”

you guys moved quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen. diane was sitting down at the table eating, “you gushs ‘re shooo slow!” she says with her mouth full of food.

“ann, don’t talk with your mouth open.” spencer reminds as he makes his way to his spot at the table. he grabs a tissue and wipes pancake off of diane’s mouth. you stand still and stare at the both of them. you process the sight and take as much of it in as possible. its been a long time since you were able to have a loving, family breakfast. “come on mommy, your pancakes will be cold!” your daughter calls.

you smile and sit down at the table. you grab your phone from your pocket and scroll to find luke’s message.

you: gonna be late, let the others know.

luke: 👍

luke: that’s a first. did something happen?

you: spencer and diane happened.

[fizzyellouw]

Pigtails🪆🐰

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A little moment I wrote out of boredom 🏃‍♀️

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Ragatha was in her room sitting in front of her cute dressing table, she was brushing her beautiful red doll hair with her pastel pink brush with colorful hearts, she was humming nonstop while brushing her hair, until she jumped from the chair to hear a huge noise of the door opening

"Dolly!!!" Said the annoying voice that was definitely Jax's

"Jax! You don't know how to knock on the door!?" Ragatha shouted, irritated by the purple rabbit's voice.

"Why if I have the key to your room?? So I can come in whenever I want" said the rabbit, turning the key to the doll's room on his index finger and with his wide smile that no one in that circus likes

"Whatever, say what you want and leave" said Ragatha still brushing her red hair

"Ah, nothing much, I just want to disturb you hehe" Jax said, sitting on the edge of the doll's bed

"Ugh wow, big s[beep]" Ragatha said, closing her eyes for a while but still brushing her hair

"Wow, you think you're a little princess brushing your hair to go to the ballroom" said Jax mocking Ragatha

"Ugh, what the heck Jax, shut up for at least a minute please" Ragatha said putting away his brush

"Nah, I love bothering others, especially you and the lego pieces" said Jax

"Stop calling Zooble Lego pieces! Zooble doesn't like that nickname or any nickname you give them!" Ragatha said with an irritated tone

"How do you know I'm referring to Zooble??" He said with a smile and raising an eyebrow

"Uh..." Ragatha said nervously thinking about an answer, sometimes she doesn't have the courage to say what she thinks

"Ah come on Raggedy Ann, say what you have to say, I'm not going to tell Zooble" said the rabbit still with his smile

"Oh right, I will never trust you for anything" Ragatha said with an irritated expression

"So you mean Zooble looks like a bunch of Lego pieces?" Jax said laughing at Ragatha's face

"U-uh what?? N-no! I didn't mean anything!" Ragatha said with a nervous tone in her voice.

"Tell that to Zooble, dollface!" Getting out of bed looking like I was going to run out and tell Zooble

"N-no please!!" Ragatha said, getting up from her dressing table stool.

The bunny was making the poor doll nervous and angry, she thought that bunny was going to tell Zooble that she called her Lego pieces, but that was just another lame joke from Jax, as always, to stop him. she quickly ran to Jax, but that damn rabbit put his foot in front of her so she tripped and fell face down on the ground, the rabbit died from laughing so hard at the face of that doll lying on the ground

"Ah Jax! dummy!" shouted the doll angrily

"Hahahaha, that never loses its fun! God, you're so stupid!" Jax said, unable to laugh so hard.

Ragatha carefully gets up from the ground and brushes all the dust off her bluish purple dress.

"You're so unfunny!" Ragatha said with hatred

"Ah, come on doll, it was just a joke! Sensitive!" Jax said laughing.

Ragatha ends up analyzing her hair, it was messy due to hair loss

"Oh no! My hair!" Ragatha said with anger and sadness for her hair and for Jax

“Oh, I messed up the little princess’s hair?? How clumsy I am!” Said Jax with his flat, boring tone

"Stop making fun of me! This isn't funny..." Ragatha said, shaking his hands

She then walks to her dressing table to get her brush again and goes back to Jax.

"You will fix this!" Ragatha said, pointing the brush at the rabbit in front of him.

"Ugh, you're so..." Jax was interrupted by Ragatha pointing the brush even more with more stress

"God, okay little princess, okay..." Jax said in an embarrassed tone

Finally, Jax finishes combing the ragdoll's hair, he made two pigtails, he just made a hairstyle that wasn't funny so Ragatha wouldn't hit him, but it would be very funny, for him. Ragatha looked in the mirror of his dressing table and his eyes eyes widened, she appreciated the hairstyle that the purple bunny did on her hair, and also confused, Jax would never do something like that.

“Wow… it looks… beautiful…” Ragatha said, admiring the simple but beautiful hairstyle

"Thank you..." Jax said looking away blushing, with his arms crossed and a frown on his face, he really thought the doll was cute with two simple pigtails in her hair, but he pretended he didn't think anything, but the doll doesn't notice because she was admiring the beautiful hairstyle that the rabbit made in her hair.

Weeeell and that's it 🤷‍♀️ I'm not very good at writing