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[v-sansings]

Hello! :D

My name is V-San! I'm an artist, a writer, and a VA. And this is my intro card!!!

20 she/they and bisexual🩷💜💙

I am also actively making oc x canon stuff in my brain! Currently, my character crushes are the two versions of ENA from the webseries and DBBQ and Caine from Digital Circus! My tags for them are #lemonberry lady , #white chocolate cherry , and #sweetchew , respectively.

I love my weird and off-putting goobers, and there will be a lot of reblogs on this page. If that's not your thing, then you might like my art! I'm a self-taught artist of about...mmm.. give or take 7 years, and I think I've come a long way from the stick figures of middle school. I'm still learning, but I hope my silly lil doodles can make you smile :))

I have the basic dni: no pro Israel on my page, no anti selfshipping or bullying, no pro/comshipping or stealing my ideas for pro/commshipping(that's theft and nasty make ya own shit and keep it off my blog), no homophobes/transphobes/terfs, and no nsfw. This is an sfw blog, and I want minors to feel safe.

Thats about it, methinks.

Hmmm... OH WAIT ONE MORE THING-!

My ask box is also open! I have a lot of stories to tell, and I'd love questions about those, any OCs ya come across, or my selfships!

Hope y'all have fun here!!!👁🩷🔥💜✒️🧡

[overbearingstruggles]

LA 10/11/23

[aapaww]

GUYSSS WHY ARE THERE SO FEW NOTES?!?!!!

I'm disappointed

🍓 16+ Commission done for @aspxiety ! No nudity, just slighty suggestive. Thank you for the support and enjoy! 💕

Emergency commissions are still open

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[nordickies]

Monarch we deserve sexy norway, the world need to know his sexiness

[Pretends to be shocked someone would request this] You guyyyss...

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

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art credit: marbipa hey guyyyss im backkk!! I had a great break and I even had fun with it as well, the loooonngg awaited Chapter 6 has finally arrived. Now to continue I also have created a discord server for us Miguel lovers out there, the only requirements are to simply be 18+ and that's it !!also you may get to chat with your favorite ff writers on the server !!

click on this and you'll be redirected to the server !

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Warnings: some angst and lots of rotting fluff Words: 1.9k

Chapter 6: La Belle et La Bete

Later that night as the beast takes a bath…

“YOU SAID WHAT ?!” “I KNOW I KNOW…I well… we were sitting outside out at the rose garden and well.. I said that she made the world look more beautiful and if I could have a dance with her.. I NEVER expected she would say YES ?!” Miguel said as another bucket of warm water got doused over his body. He sputtered some of the water away from his lips as he wiped his face from the water. “What was I thinking Peter…” Peter chuckles “No, Miguel… It's perfect, you know that the rose has a few petals left which means that by the time the dance shall be held, you can confess your feelings for her”. Miguel gets up from the tub and looks over the curtain “I feel like an idiot…she won't ever love me anyways” Miguel shakes his body from all the water, splashing Peter in the process.

“You know she is the one”  “Oh quit it Peter..” Miguel said discouraged…”i shall see you in the morning” he said as he put on some clothes and retired for the night. Peter on the other hand smiled and left his bedroom to meet with the rest of the staff.

As Peter arrived at the kitchen,Jess was in the kitchen as always directing the dishes, forks, and knives to their respective drawers. Miles was simply watching over little Mayday, Gwen was dusting the shelves with her plumes, and Lyla was simply just chatting away with Pavitir

“Everyone, we have work to do, Miguel has finally and formally asked Y/N to a dance…. it's finally time to make this castle shine!” 

Miles cheers “and we’ll be human again !!” Jess sighed as she envisioned herself as her ladylike self “human again indeed…” Peter smiled, “When I’m human again, I’ll be good looking again, and I’ll be able to hug my baby in my arms again!” Miles cheers “when I’m human again, I’m going to run out into the garden just to feel the blood rush to my feet!” Jess chirps in “we’ll all get our chance to do what we miss when we’re human again, but for now…we have a dance to prepare!”

The entirety of the staff who lived in the castle cheered in excitement as they could finally tend and maintain their home. Pavitir, who was in the ballroom, started playing music on his keys to compose enough songs for Miguel and Y/N to dance to. Hobie, in y/n’s room, started picking and choosing fabrics in his cabinets and deciding which color suited Y/N the most as well. The brooms started sweeping, the mops and buckets started to work together to start cleaning the floor as well, the coat hangers helped pulling down the dilapidated curtains throughout the castle and replacing them with new curtains, the candles started organizing themselves onto the chandelier, and the cook had started picking and choosing courses for the dinner that will be eaten. 

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A week later…The day of the dance has arrived, and here Miguel is taking a huge bath in the tub. Soap is constantly lathered onto his fur, and dirt is removed each time until the water turns clear.

“I-I I’m not so sure I can do this…” Miguel says hesitantly. Peter scoffs “Oh please, Tonight is the night you’ll be able to confess to her, It’s now or nothing!” Miguel looks down as he has a bucket of water thrown over his body “b-but…what can I do?” Peter rolls his eyes “oh please, you have to be bold, daring, and smooth” Miguel nodded as he took note of what Peter was telling him. 

After his bath he was taken to his vanity and sat there as Peter kept on babbling in excitement “There will be romantic music, candlelight provided by Lyla and Miles and when the moment is right, you profess your love to her” Miguel sighed “oh please… how would I even know when the time is right?” Jess, who was standing on the vanity with Miles, Gwen, and Lyla all looked at him as they saw his nervousness. “Just some tips from a woman, all you gotta do is woo her with the music” Gwen pitches in “I think you’ll get nauseous when telling the truth...” Miles tries to encourage him “I think you’ll do fine sir…”

Peter looks at him and sighs “stop being so nervous and just tell Y/N how you feel because I swear you will be drinking cold tea for the rest of your life!”  Miguel gulped a little and nodded. The hairdresser finally arrived and immediately started working on Miguel’s fur, Others who worked in beauty polished his claws, brushed his teeth, cleaned his horns, and added perfumes onto him. Gwen used her feathers to add foundation onto his face and add his makeup. By the time they were all finished, they turned him around to look at the mirror and everyone’s face dropped .... clearly…the poodle looking updo and white makeup did not look great on his fur. “Ok…I-I can fix this" Peter says.

On the other hand, at the east wing, Hobie was helping Y/N getting into her golden gown. The two of them worked together as Y/N picked the design and Hobie used his magic to make the gown come to life. After Y/N got into the dress, Hobie looked at her and hummed “There sum missin ‘ere” He then looked into his drawers one more time and pulled out some gold accents. The wardrobe smiled at Y/N as it decorated her gown and added sparkle and shine “now yer ready Dovie” he says softly. Jess arrived at her door and cleared her throat “it is time...”

Y/N stepped out of her room and stood by her side of the stairs, on the other side she spotted Miguel, his mane was tied with a ribbon in the back and wore an extravagant blue suit. Y/N blushed a little at his appearance, seeing how his arms bulged out a bit from his suit and how tall and gentlemanly he stood. Miguel on the other side saw her and his heart melted, she was truly gorgeous and seemed extremely precious in his eyes. The two slowly descended from each side of the staircase and met in the middle. “Join me for dinner?” Adenira smiled and nodded as she held onto his arm and walked alongside him for dinner. The two sat beside each other and enjoyed a nice 3 course meal, the two laughed and dined and enjoyed a pleasant meal together. Eventually Pavitir arrived with a small ensemble and started playing music. Y/N heard it and smiled and got up and grabbed both of his arms “come, dance with me “she said excitedly. Miguel was just too enamored by her and got up with her to the ballroom. “Pero…no sé cómo bailar…”  Y/N smiled and brought his arm around her waist and held his hand on the other side “then learn with me” She then started waltzing with him. Miguel was a little awkward but eventually figured out how to dance with her and confidently led her and twirled her around the ballroom. Y/N was just so happy to be dancing with him and laid her head against his warm furry chest. The two waltzed and waltzed until both of their feet hurt. Once the two danced their hearts out, Miguel led her out onto the balcony and looked at the stars with her. He sat down on a ledge and nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he built some courage to speak to her.

���Y/N?” Miguel says tenderly. Y/N looked up at him and smiled as he got closer and held her hands. “Estás feliz conmigo ?” Y/N smiled at him and nodded “claro que si” she said softly but then she suddenly looked down. Miguel noticed and frowned “what’s wrong?” Y/N sighed... “Well…it’s just that…I wish I could just see my papa…por solo un momento…I miss him dearly...”  Miguel looked disheartened for her and thought about how to make her wish come true. Then he remembered…the magic mirror, He smiled at her and held her hands tightly “there is a way, come follow me!” 

He excitedly took her all the way to his room in the west wing and took her to where the rose was on the table. On the side there was the mirror. He took the mirror into his hands and handed it to her “this mirror can show you anything you wish to see” Y/N took the mirror into her hands and whispered, “I’d like to see mi papa…please” The mirror glowed yellow and revealed to her the current state of her father. In the mirror it showed Mauricio lying in bed weakly with what seemed to show that he was ill and with a fever. “No…papa…” she said worriedly “Esta Enfermo, h-he may be dying and he’s all alone” she said looking up at Miguel. Miguel looked at her with worry as well, he didn’t want Y/N to feel so anguished over her father’s current state. He took a look at the rose and looked at it with all the pain in his eyes…. he knew what to do…he knew the consequences…and he knew…that this could be goodbye... “Then...you must go to him.”

“Que?” Y/N looked at him surprised and approached him. “I release you… you’re no longer my prisoner...” Y/N looked at him with relief and with much empathy towards him “I’m free?” “Yes…” 

Y/N approached him to return the mirror to him. “No…keep it.. So you could at least have something to remember me by” Miguel looked at her lovingly and also with much hurt in his eyes. He had to take in her appearance one more time before she left, caressing her hair and watching as the locks fell from his paws. “Thank you for understanding how much he needs me now.” she said softly. Y/N’s eyes were filled with gratitude and with so much tenderness…she was afraid of never seeing him again, but at least the magic mirror would give her peace of mind if she wished to see him again. Y/N caressed his face one last time and left the room. Miguel reached towards her but stopped himself. His ears drooped and he sighed.

Jess noticed Y/N walking away from the room and she peeked in to talk to Miguel “I hope I can assume that everything went perfectly” she said with a smirk. “I let her go.” “What? But why? how could you do that Migs ?!” Jess said in shock. Peter walked in and his heart dropped as well watching the scene before him. “I had to Jessica…I did it because…I Love Her...”

Jess sighed and walked out of the room to break the news to the rest of the staff. Little Mayday sniffled “so I won't bwe a whittle girl again?” Miles hugged her tightly as he comforted her. Lyla sighed “but we were so close!” Peter chuckled to himself as he looked down dejected “After all of these years, He’s finally learned to love.”

Heartbroken, Miguel watches Y/N ride Felipe out the palace gardens and to the gates And he roared….

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[tunacasserolequeen]

Hi guyyyss here’s some pink sketches for valentines

[inkbagel]

The line is out. I’m. I’m. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SO FIRST OF ALL. I also caught up on arcane and it’s sooooo amazing but I’m saving that for another post. I’m also so excited to see how this song plays into the story it’s going to be so gorgeous. I’m also not going to talk about arcane any more in this post bc I’m not a snitch this is a spoiler free zone

This song is so fucking good ugh it’s so gorgeous the lyrics are so. Mmm I don’t relate to this song at all I’m totally normal!

“Did I disappoint you? Will they still let me over? If I cross the line?” TYLER JOSEPH SIR. AROP IT WITH THE JESUS ANALOGIES FOR FIVE SECONDS THEY DRIVE ME CRAZYYYYY /POS but seriously that part is sooo important to me both in a religious sense and in a personal sense. I can’t put into words what I’m tryna say but it’s like being a christian and begging for forgiveness even when you feel unforgivable. When you’re so far down in your own bad thoughts and actions you don’t think anyone can love you again but god still does and that’s so beautiful

So with the religious stuff talked about, this song feels really different from their other songs but also the same in a way? I mean first of all, the drums in it aren’t necessarily bad but they’re not as loud and daring as they usually are. Second, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a violin in a tøp song but I might be forgetting something. I like it tho it’s good

Third, the lyrics remind me of Ruby and Addict with a pen for two different reasons. It’s like Ruby bc of the way the lyrics are structured and it’s like awap bc it’s telling the same message about religion

Tyler’s vocals in this song also???? THEYRE SO GOOD AAAABNGNG he’s so good at his job omg. This song is so beautiful.

It’s soossoosos good please everyone listen to it RIGHT NOW!!!!!!! ITS ON SPOTIFY AND YOUTUBW GUYYYSS!!!!!!!!

I’m going very insane if you can’t tell. It’s so gorgeous

[medicalunprofessional]

staring it absolute horrror.Drew boyds hand wrong.Thumb should be in front..Its just his other hand okayyyy guyyyss :) Okayyyy….Ignore how it makes the pose awkward

[myerschna]

right so look at vinnie's account again (the harem getting worse)

UWAAAA NNNNNRRE NOOO GUYS SROPPPPP GUYYYSS PLEASE. PLEASE GUYS STOP PEGGING MY DAD HES GOT A HUSBAND AND A CHILD (ME) PLEASE GUYS… UUWAHAHAAAAAAA

they don’t even have the decency to harass him in his own inbox. COWAARDS

[victoriangel911]

HIII PEOPLEEE!!

It's been a while ik, but I didn't have much to tell you guys..

I fucked my ex.

In the midle of July I told him that he could spend the night In my apartment and he said yess

It was like reliving our past together, we did it 2 times just like our first time in that same apartment.

He kept telling me how beutifull I was and he told me that he cared for me and that we could do it again some time.

After our first round we went on the balcony outside to smoke some weed (I don't smoke but he does)

I was wearing his shirt, a pair of white socks and my underwear. He was wearing just a pair of shorts.

He sat on a chair and I sat on top of him while he was smoking, it was like 3am. and I kept looking at the city lights and wishing that that moment could last forever.

We slept in the same bad and in the morning he told me that he really enjoyed the night.

Last time I saw him we just said hi to each other.

going crazy right now guyyyss!!!

[misscherrys-world]

Welcome back to:

Random things I think about.

Marty from Gilmore Girls

First, it took me so long to write I had writer block or I was burned out with myself idk, sorry for the wait.

Second, we don’t have a huge fandom for marty nor content so I’m trying my best to make it worthy.

Third, thanks for the beautiful soul in my comments who gave me the idea for most of the headcanons I hope you read it.

Warning: I didn’t check or edit any mistypos or grammatical mistakes bc I’m so lazy, sorry and forgive me guyyyss. Also I am yapping.

Let’s get started!

It’s a bummer we didn’t get much of Marty, not enough screen time.

Some people hated Marty for the way he treated Rory after she rejected him politely. He’s just being realistic.

He tried to avoid Rory, he was coping with heart break, also the writer Amy wanted to show us that not everyone would worship Rory the way they did back at high school or stars hallow.

Marty was the reality college boy. He got rejected, he’s out of your life. Unlike maybe Tristan? He knew Rory had a boyfriend and still didn’t leave.

Rory was polite yes, but imagine yourself in this situation, hurts doesn’t it?

So after a year I guess? He met Lucy, I see he takes like on energetic girls who give golden retriever energy.

He tried to move on from Rory by being with Lucy. That almost worked until it didn’t.

When Rory appeared again in his life he tried to be cold and distant even he played dumb by saying “nice to meet you” like they were not friends before.

It was to protect his relationship with Lucy and part of him didn’t move on from Rory.

The fandom went “how dare he!” No the boy got a good point.

But unfortunately he crashed all of this, well not entirely his fault.

Logan was really pissed because he was jealous (logan baby, leave the love birds alone)

Logan basically destroyed Marty’s and Lucy’s relationship by being so fckn selfish.

Also Rory should’ve known better, she should’ve stayed away from Marty and Lucy, but out girl Rory must have what she wants, right?

So here’s what I think happened after the dinner incident:

Of course Marty and Lucy went through a huge fight which included confessing he had a crush on Rory and he still didn’t move on.

Lucy is so hurt and mad, ending everything with Marty.

So Lucy went back to Olivia, breaking down, they both agreed on hating Rory and Marty.

So after the finals Olivia planned girls trip with Lucy and some of their friends to make Lucy feel better.

Back to Marty, he’s depressed and broken, almost failing his finals.

He busied himself with work, he burned himself out with work to take off his mind from the break up, promising himself he won’t look at Rory’s direction ever again.

He realizes that Rory almost destroyed his life. So he hated her (love turned to hate).

He decided he wanted to finish school and move to another state with the money he gained from over working himself.

He moved to LA, started a business and succeeded and after many years he’s married to a beautiful woman and have two kids.

He met Rory again when they were in their 30s, she was a mess, and said her pitiful story about she can’t find her underwear box.

And how she’s glad he’s succeeded, he doesn’t say a thing about his hatred but he says it’s all thanks to her.

He got in touch with Lucy again she became an actress and he watches many of her performances when she comes to LA. She loves the theater and sends him, his wife and the kids tickets to her shows and premiums of her movies.

Marty is a very caring and kind person, his love is genuine and he gives it generously.

So if you’re in a relationship with him except lots of love languages. (Quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, gifts)

Although he didn’t have that much money but he would love to spend his last two cents in his bank account on you.

He is a supportive bf, he would support your interests no matter how stupid they seem to you. He would love to set and watch you do your thing.

He knows your favorite way to drink coffee, and he won’t stop showing first thing in the morning every day with your coffee. “To keep you awake during your first class” with a little smiley :).

He memorizes all your small details.

He’s a jealous jealous boy.

He won’t get mad, he’s a walking green flag, but he would like you to keep distance with your male classmates, not cutting them off, but to set boundaries.

When he’s mad at you he won’t yell or do anything to hurt your feelings, but he would give you the silent treatment. Until he’s cool and you sort things out together.

His favorite season is spring, because he loves taking you on dates or trips in spring break. He loves how the weather is getting warmer but still chilly. (So he can cuddle with you)

So that was it for me I hope you like it my loves. Have a nice day and tell me at the request box your opinions.

🤍✨

[mondayjelloonly]

If you guyyyss didnt know, i play roblox and I like to make a bit of classicish-modern look every once and awhile The party dude is newer while the swimmer guy i just updated :) yes swimmer guy is wearing sunglasses under his goggles. And look! they both have pets!!!! they are both wanted for public indeciendity because party guy made balloons with curse words on them while swimmer guy put beans into public pools and private ones. I'll definately draw these sillies :P :D

[writingchalamet]

I’m happy for you … 2

Hey guyyyss! It’s been nearly 2 years since I have posted anything, I’m so sorry firstly I would like to say I hope everyone has been managing okay through this pandemic, I have been working throughout the whole thing so have had no time to do anything, but I now have 3 months off due to an illness so I’m hoping that means more time for writing, while I’m back I want everyone to know that this is still an open space for ideas and if anyone needs to talk please feel free to message me! Lots of love! Oh and by the way I am completely winging this one shot I’m making it up as I go along so let’s hope it turns out ok!

It had been seven months since Timothée had left the apartment. The first month you spent mostly sobbing into his pillow at night, trying to encase your self in whatever scent was reminiscent on it. You would find things around the house of his that he had left behind, like his watch and an old jumper that he would always moan at you for stealing, lying crumpled up at the bottom of the wardrobe. He had left his razor and shaving foam in the bathroom cabinet and you hadn’t the heart to throw them away. All things that were replaceable for him but for you they held a certain sentiment.

You used to love sitting on the edge of the bath brushing your teeth as he shaved trying to hold a conversation while your mouth foamed up, which often lead to the pair of you in fits of laughter. So you held onto the razor for safe keeping. Another month past and your friends suggest it’s time for you to get out of the house, other than for work, though you had admittedly found it immensely hard to leave even for that, for walking the streets of New York gave you a new found fear of bumping into him and…her.

You had seen them on his social media before removing yourself from the sites, they seemed happy and in love and it killed you, to think that the person you were in love with was in love with someone else, and you don’t know how long for. Your tipping edge with social media was a lovely picture of the pair sharing a kiss for her birthday post, which was close to yours. It felt like a knife had been plunged through your chest. On one side you were happy to see him so full of life, something he had been missing the last few moths of your relationship but the other half just wished things could have worked out. You hated the fear of opening your phone to find another picture of them, but at the same time hated the idea of blocking him out of your life, hence your social media blackout.

More months past and eventually things started to feel normal again, you’d plucked up the courage to take down the photos of him surrounding the walls of the apartment and get rid of the rest of his belongings. You’d even decided to redecorate the apartment to make it feel more you, and less him. Strolling down the aisles of a hardware store with your friend Oscar you look through what seems to be a thousand shades of green before landing on the perfect one.

“Now y/n are you sure you don’t like breakfast room green?” Oscar gives you stern but playful look, you can tell he is getting tired of looking at paint cans but you are just glad to have some company. “No, I definitely think it’s forest green for me thanks” you smirk and take the paint can from his hands and place it back on the shelf. “What else is on the list?” Oscar asks hesitantly, you’d already been shopping for an hour and we’re too ready to get back home. “Nothing, this was the last thing so let’s go”

You had found tranquillity in your new environment and in being alone, but still didn’t have the confidence of going out, admittedly there were times you forgot Timothée existed, your friends refused to bring him up and you never went on your phone anymore to see anyone mention him. But seven moths down the line you still haven’t let loose and lived your life since he’s been gone.

“C’mon y/n you have to come, it’s Christmas Eve, you can’t sit in alone all night, especially when you’re not seeing your family tomorrow, for one night just please c’mon!” Your closest friend Erica pleaded to you over the phone, there was a Christmas party happening in the east village and for weeks now you had been putting off the invite, always coming up with some excuse or the other but she knew you better than anyone and she knew the only reason you didn’t want to go was because of Timothée. “Y/n, I’m gonna keep begging until you say yes, please please please please please plea-“ “okay fine I’ll go, just please shut up, and if we bump into him, I’m leaving okay!” You protested eyes scrunching, you held your phone away from your head as you heard Erica screech from the other end of the line. “Yes, okay deal, but he won’t be there, in all of New York I can guarantee there will be at least a hundred parties going on tonight so don’t worry yourself, just put on something sparkly and I’ll see you in an hour!”

An hour passes and sure enough there is a short buzz from the intercom to your apartment, you walk over to the door picking up the phone checking it’s Erica, “hello?” You quiz, “yeah it’s me genius you expecting anyone else, now let me up it’s snowing and I’m freezing!” She snaps you laugh and buzz her in. Shortly after you hear her heals clicking up the stairs in the hallway, you left the door on the latch for her to walk straight in. You eyeball her appearance and your eyes nearly pop out of your head. “Seriously Erica, a slip dress and a leather jacket? You’re gonna get hyperthermia where’s your coat?!” You practically shout , waltzing towards her, “what are you my mother! Now put on a red lip and let’s go!” You roll your eyes but do as she says to save yourself an argument. You put on your coat hat gloves and scarf and make your way back out the bedroom. “Jesus Christ you’re supposed to look like angel Gabriel not the Virgin Mary, why have you covered up so much!” “Because it’s winter Erica. And in case you didn’t know, you can take off clothes but you can’t recover from pneumonia when you’re dead, so I suggest you wrap up and shut up because we’re gonna be late.” Her mouth drops in shock but soon closes in the realisation that this is the first time she has seen the ‘real’ you in months, she borrows a coat and you both head out the door.

The party is already in full swing by the time you both arrive. You soon find the rest of your friends and you have to admit you have missed going out and socialising and just feeling normal again. You dance abs drink and have a good time feeling all the festivities. You admire the Christmas lights that gleam around the room and the open fire and stop for a second and think about tomorrow, how this will be your first Christmas not spent in the chalamet household, with his mums cooking, and watching him and his sister joke and feeling part of a family. It all gets too much just for one split second. You breathe “I’m just gonna go and get some air” you smile at your friends so they don’t let on that you’re not okay. They have spent too long missing out on things because of you, you don’t want them to lose another night.

You weave through the crowds of people everyone and then muttering a ‘sorry’ as you bump into someone. You finally see the patio doors insight and walk just a little bit faster, not looking at all where you’re going when you crash into someone with their hands full with at least four drinks in their hands. The cold liquid spills all down your front and you gasp at the icey liquid touching your skin. “I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going I-“ you would recognise that voice from anywhere, it was him.

Though as soon as his eyes met yours they dropped, as though he felt guilty about something, but what did he have to feel guilty about? You stood there for a moment like a deer in the headlights just staring at him before you bolted in the opposite direction, headed for the front door. “Y/n! Y/n come back, shit” you distantly heard your name being called but you didn’t care, you don’t know why you ran but you just knew you weren’t ready for whatever was about to happen. You reach the front door and run out into the snow, quickly realising what a terrible idea it truly was having forgotten your coat inside, luckily you still had your bag, so it would only be a short walk to a main road to hail a cab. You shivered as the freezing air pinched your skin like daggers. You silently thanked yourself for wearing boots instead of the stiletto option you were going to go for, though still tricky to walk as the heels of your boots have you little to no grip on the snow. “Y/n… y/n please wait!” You heard behind you and the front door slamming, though you had gotten quite far down this ridiculously long drive way you could still make out his figure bundling towards you. “Go away Timothée!” You yelled back towards him careful not to slip as your twist yourself back to face him. “Y/n you’re gonna freeze out here, please just come back inside” you hear him speeding up and soon after a thud followed by a grunt, you turn yourself to see him lying on his back in the snow. “Are you alright?” You yell, you don’t wait for a spoken response his nod and his sitting up is enough for you, he has gained enough distance now to be in reach of you, so you decide to turn around again and make your way to the road. You stand there for a few moments waiting for a cab to drive past before bailing one down.

When one pulls up you slide yourself in the backseat, and miss Timothée’s slick manoeuvre into the other passenger side next to you. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!” You whisper shout at the boy beside you. “Making sure you get home okay, you still live at the apartment?” You give up protesting and nod facing the front. Timothée tells the driver the address and you sit in silent the rest of the journey. You arrive at the apartment and Timothée follows you up to the flat, you open the door and he steps inside for the first time since his departure. He takes in a deep breath and looks around the place a lot has changed since he had left, the place looked more girly, more to your taste, but In Timothée’s mind it still felt like home. He walked around the front room stopping at the picture frames that used to hold his images, he stopped and started at them and frowned for a moment, for his spot had been taken by your friends and family, and pictures of cats, you had always loved cats and the pair of you had always spoken about getting one some day.

“I like what you’ve done with the place” you let out a breath and nod your head. Your heals clicking against the hardwood floor as you shuffle your feet. “What are you doing here Timmy?” “Timmy, been a long time since you called me that” you interrupt him “you didn’t answer my question”. He sighs and looks you dead in the eye. “Amy and I broke up, a while ago actually, I wanted to call you, text you, I even stood outside the building a few times waiting to see if you’d come outside, I never saw you though. I figured you’d moved on, moved out of the apartment.”

“No I never left. In fact tonight was my first actual time out of the house since we broke up, so while you’ve been out having a good time enjoying your life. I’ve been here miserable, everyday. So I ask you again, what are you doing here?” A tear slipped from your eye as you realised he had only come he to gloat.

“I’m still in love with you y/n, that’s what I’m doing here.” He launched himself towards you his hands wrapping themselves around your arms but you protested, Shoving him away from you, you trod around to the other side of the sofa creating some space between you much like he did all those months before. “No, Timothée you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to come into my home after all these months when I’m finally getting back to normal again and turn things upside down because that’s not fair! I waited for you for months, I kept your things, I kept your photos up for fuck sake I didn’t even wash the bed sheets because I didn’t want to wash away anything that had been touched by you. And you never showed up” you break into a fit of sobs finding it hard to breath being around him after so much time. He stumbles towards you naturally in his mind to comfort you, you try and push him away but he only pulls you closer.

“Please, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, I don’t know why I did what I did, but all I can do know is tell you I love you, shh please calm down” he strokes the hair away from your face occasionally kissing the side of your head, he keeps cradling you out of fear you’ll slip away like he did all those months ago. You gain your steady breath back and scramble your way out of his lap, the large sequins on your dress shaking and knocking together as you stand, you wipe the tears from your face and head towards the kitchen for a glass of water, once you’ve contained yourself you stare at the boy in front of you. He looks disheveled and out of sorts but all you know is you still love him.

“I love you too, Timothée” his head raises in hope and he takes a step closer, your hand reaches out to stop him before he can get any closer to you. “But you broke my heart, and I don’t think I can trust you not to break it again” your eyes fill with tears again and you feel your heart sink in your chest even more than it did the last time. “I think you need to go, Timmy” he nods his head eyes not leaving the floor. He reaches door as he makes his way out he turns to you once more “y/n, if you have truly moved on with your life, I’m happy for you” and then the door is closed.

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GUYS!! GUYYYSS!!! I commissioned @megaramikaeli to do fanart of my Cad “Dad” Bane and his adopted kid Meeyan and... Just look! I’m over the fucking moon!! You can check her ig, her prices are very reasonable, and she was so fast, I don’t even wanna tell how fast in case I set unrealistic expectations.

I love it so much I wanna cry... And order a tee-shirt of it! (๑❛ω❛๑)♥

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Heyyy guyyyss... I know we’re all talking about the Traitor AU, but I wrote this story a while ago in which Scissors IS sorta like a traitor, but becomes a good guy! Anyways, enjoy!

They huffed, their heart pounding and face slicked with sweat. They won. They actually- well, of COURSE they won, that should be no surprise there as they ALWAYS win. However, that was most certainly a challenging battle, one they didn’t expect to be so tense (or surprising in a turn of events). 

After a brief moment of catching their breath, the dual-bladed duelist turned around to lay eyes upon their defeated opponent. Mario- the so-called hero of the Mushroom Kingdom. The one who has defended those flimsy paper-y beings from the king of koopas and his army (who laid helplessly as scraps of paper matting the floor, all thanks to them). Now he laid crisp and still on the stone floor: eternally sliced in two halves at the neck, a face of pure horror and shock. Just as they expected.

Scissors smiled. That was a fun challenge, especially considering how worthless and weak all their past opponents have been. Time and time again it was an easy win, which made sense, seeing as though they were a pair of SCISSORS in a world of PAPER. They were practically a god on earth. It grew boring. So they improvised by coddling their future victims: using their sheath and going “easy” on them to see how long the predictable battle could last. But even that was uninteresting.

But laying before them was their most worthy opponent. The one they heard so much about… and did not disappoint with a TRULY entertaining dual. He put up a great fight; however, his attacks were still laughable. What surprised them, however, was his ability to dodge their attack destined to kill him in one hit. Then there was that origami bear monster. And then- they tensed at such... cheating and dishonorable methods of hitting a dog when it was down. They still felt rather chilly and hazy from prior.

They cleared their mind and decided to take the body as a trophy.

Suddenly, a yellow blur whipped out of the front overall pocket of the body and hovered over him, seemingly anxious. Upon closer inspection, the yellow thing was in fact, the origami princess, King Olly’s sister. Olivia was her name. Scissors was so busy with the plumber, they almost forgot about her. The duelist peered over her, close enough to read and hear her, but far enough for her to still be pleasantly unaware of their presence. 

Why couldn’t they just cut her to pieces already? They (just barely) had a mutual respect for royalty and besides which, it was a strict order of their overlord to not harm her. Had those rules not been given, they most certainly would have done so by now. 

Well then what was such a fearsome knight doing, standing and observing her? They didn’t know, but perhaps they wanted to humor themself.

Listening in, the origami girl cried meekly in shock, “M-Mario! It-it did this to you?! You- you’re all cut up! I-I-” She seemed to stammer some more before keeling over him, folds curled and floppy, almost hugging his thin corpse. Then the child wept softly, barely audible, “I-I’m so sorry! I never got to thank you for all you-you’ve done for me. I couldn’t save you- l-like you saved me. We’ll never stop my brother… A-and we’ll never live happily together-I never got to know you- I’m so, so sorry Mario...” She continued to weep and whisper apologies and regrets to Mario’s lifeless body. A lump formed in the duelist’s throat.

What was this? Pity? For the enemy? No, they had to remain cool and collected as usual.

Scissors loomed over her and cleared their throat loud enough to grab her attention. Olivia starred up, eyes widening in fear like a deer in headlights. Scissors peered at her, their face stone cold and straight as they examined her up close. She looked just like her brother, only younger, girly, and yellow.

“Young origami child,” They began calmly and slowly, as if forgetting they stood over their victim’s corpse, “I, Scissors, The Dual-Bladed Duelist, am required to return you to your brother, my lord, safely. You may not object.” Olivia’s eyes seemed to bulge out of her head as tears still rolled, crinkling her crisp, folded paper face. She did not budge. They continued, a bit more harshly, “You have no other choice but to come with me and return to your home. (You’ve already caused enough trouble.) Understand?” She really didn’t. Her dear friend was cut to pieces and the entire koopa army lay below her feet. Her flimsy origami arms could hardly pack a punch and there was nowhere to run off to. She still did not oblige, remaining glued tight where she kneeled. They grew impatient, tempting to just scoop her up right there and go.

They remained fixed in this staring contest for minutes. Scissors slowly bent over closer to Olivia’s wary and tear struck face, nose to nose and just above eye level. Her big and glossy black eyes and wrinkled face were clearer now; there seemed to be tear tracks from before. A lump in Scissors’ throat formed again. They ignored this and swallowed.

“Child,” they hissed, “This is your final warning. Get up and come with me or else-”

“Or else what?” A small voice croaked. The duelist was taken aback: how dare the child, this weak and flimsy child no less, speak to them in such a way! They hid their shock with narrowed and disapproving eyes. Olivia peeped once more, eyes full of weak and mustered courage along with rolling tears, “Y-you already hurt all my friends, what else could you do to hurt me?”

How brave of her, Scissors thought, half sarcastic and half impressed. The child was hardly a fourth of their height. Fine then, if that's how she wants to play.

Scissors reached out to grab her by the arm until Olivia pulled herself up. She looked like she was weighed down by concrete. She dusted her yellow poncho dress. Finally, They were growing irritated by such nonsense. 

Then, Olivia zipped away, dashing around their legs and slamming through the double door entrance of Bowser's throne room and out into the castle’s unknown. She moved so quickly, appearing as a yellow blur leaving a trail of tears behind. Fine. They could play these games all day.

On quick command, Scissors’ great black construction paper wings wrapped around their waist as a belt unfolded, the large black bow in the back opened like bird wings and expanded out, revealing two large, tattered and torn, enormous black bird wings. Two can play at this game, they thought bitterly. They began to flap in a figure eight motion, generating a gust of wind that sent some paper scraps to be pushed away. Quickly, they pushed off the ground and darted out of the throne room after Olivia, wings flapping violently, almost like a giant bird.

They scanned every possible room that the yellow girl could be in: it should have been easy, seeing as though she was the only light colored thing in the castle. She was also the only moving, living thing. However, she was rather small and could hide in any corner or crevice. She was also origami and most likely held the same abilities as her brother- but it’s not like she would ever use them.

The castle felt baron and abandoned despite an army in its quarters, the only sounds from the flickering torches and outside winds. It was eerily peaceful, the way they liked it. But that child, the only other living thing, was nowhere to be found. There was only one more place to look, the basement.

They pushed open the smaller doors to the right of the main dining quarters that served as a hub for the leading hallways. Inside was a great corridor, cold grey damaged columns, stone and debris lay haphazardly on the stone floor and red carpet, creating a hazardous and ruined maze-like appearance. Wall torches still flickered while everything still seemed so still. Scissors skimmed through the area, glancing at crevices and nooks without a second thought (they had rather sharp vision), to no avail, of course. At the end of the hall was a grand doorway that led to the basement and sleeping quarters, that last possible place where Olivia could be hidden. Finally, they were growing bored of this game of hide-and-seek.

The hallway was dark and dank, a perfect hiding spot. The duelist would bend down and peep through the little open windows and peer into the dorm rooms, scanning for anything out of the ordinary, or any signs of life. This cycle repeated until Scissors reached the room with the magikoopa statues on either side of the door and King Olly’s portrait face down on the floor below. How dare they disrespect his image! They picked up the portrait and hung it back on its rightful position: covering the portrait of Bowser overhead. 

Peeping through the window, they saw nothing. Despite this, it felt like SOMETHING, something living, was in there. They just couldn’t shake the feeling. She’s there; I know she is, they concluded.

Their black wings slowed to a stop and they were placed on their feet. As quickly as it began, the enormous torn wings tucked back into a bow wrapped cleanly around their waist. Then, (they always hated doing this) Scissors folded down and crawled through the doors, squeezing through and popping out the other end.

The dorm was tiny and cramped. A bed lay in the left corner while a desk with an open book leaned on the right. It was a perfect hiding spot.

Scissors observed their surroundings. Everything seemed to be in order. Actually, no. Something caught their eye: the bed looked different. A thin layer of dust glazed the partially wrinkled bed, except for some areas of blanket that had looked like someone made a poor or lazy dusting attempt. The sheets wrapped over the edge of the bed, so naturally it would have taken a good eye to realize the other end of the bed was exposed.

What a clever girl, the duelist hummed, But she could have done a better job concealing herself. Perhaps they should muse her for finding such a good hiding spot (albet, rather cliche and predictable, but so predictable no one would think of doing so. However, she made them search for her for an irritable amount of time).

They sighed, "Oh origami child, why must you make this game SO difficult…" A small peep of a giggle escaped from underneath the bed. Had the castle not been this quiet, Scissors would have never heard this.

The fencer hooked their fingers around the edge of the blanket hanging over the bed's edge, a squeak of fear emitted this time. Flipping the blanket onto the bed revealed the origami girl curled in the back wall, whimpering and shivering. She scampered farther underneath the bed into a dusty corner, back against the wall.

Scissors kneeled down and narrowed their eyes at Olivia. They snapped, “No more running, child. Get out now or else I’ll have to resort to violent measures.”

“Y-yeah? Well I have the power of the Bibliofolds- an-and I’m not afraid to use them…!” She retaliated, rather timidly. But she and the knight knew very well how the Bibliofolds worked: the strength it took to harness its magic was so powerful, it required a specific Magic Circle to activate its power and as far as Scissors could see, there were none in this room (or anywhere at all, really). 

They weren’t doing this anymore. Promptly, Scissors grasped the bottom of the bed frame and hoisted it onto its side with relative ease and like a house centipede, Olivia scampered out from the corner of the wall, zipping towards the exit. Right then, Scissors pounced in front of her, blocking the door. Olivia attempted to swoop to the left and fake out. Scissors lunged to the left. Oliva flew to the right. Scissors thrust to the right. Back and forth this game of outsmarting one another went. 

“Alright, that’s enough!” Scissors finally snapped while jumping towards her, causing Olivia to flinch and back away. The duelist huffed, “I’m tired of playing these games, origami child. For the last time, you are coming with me!”

Tears began to sprout from the girl’s eyes. She responded, almost angrily, “Well, why don’t you just hurt me instead already?” The words stung into the knight’s mind, releasing a sharp pain of guilt? Pity? Sorrow? Whatever it was, it felt almost wrong to hear that come from this small yellow child with a tear struck, crinkly face.

They shook themself out of this and answered coolly, “Because it is forbidden by my king to do so. He also demands that you return home to him.” Olivia stared at them in a mix of guilt and pain upon the mention of the king. They quickly added, “It is also against my warrior code to harm a defenseless opponent.” That was a lie: they had ambushed and cut up paper folk before (most notably, the koopa king’s son), but that was because they made the first move, and thus needed to be put into place. But this child was the exception. She truly was defenseless and Scissors would not (and could not) dare touch her. Perhaps that was the truth.

Olivia inched slowly backwards, eyes glued onto the duelist. “No! You can’t take me back to my brother!” She cried, some tears beginning to trickle down her crinkly face.

Scissors remarked, hoping to convince her to follow non objectively, “Of course I can. It is my DUTY after all to serve the king. Speaking of which, he would not admit this to anyone else, but he says he misses you. There is an empty throne besides his for you, and you are more than welcome to sit in that seat, DESPITE your past mistakes. You could rule side by side, just as he wished. He will so kindly forgive you for your insolent behavior should you follow me and return to his open arms. What do you say?”

Olivia burst into tears, crumbling to the ground and burying her face in her hands, sobbing wildly. Scissors bent down on one knee and loomed over her.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’I don’t know what to say-” Good. Maybe finally they could move along. “I can’t-I can’t just l-leave everyone for my brother… There’s still so much to do-and so many people to help… I just can’t do it- not after everything he did. It is my duty to fix his wrongdoings and see the error in his ways… But I- I just don’t think I can anymore...” The girl continued to sob into her lap.

What is this? Scissors speculated, Some sort of mindgame? Some sort of manipulation or power to play with my emotions? She jabbed at the king- what does she want?

“Why do you tell me this?” Scissors mumbled, the lump forming in their throat along with a sharp pain of guilt.

“I-I don’t know...” She whimpered. Obviously, she did know: she was lying, manipulating them to feel pity for her and give into her demands and betray the king. No. They will not fall for this trap. They were too smart, too cold and unsympathetic for it… but Olivia seemed to be rather persistent. She was the embodiment of child-like innocence, destroyed and weeping below them. Something about it warped their collected, distant, imposing mind to fall victim to her pathetic pitifulness.

Scissors for some unexplainable, uncontrollable reason, slowly lifted a shaky arm from their side and brought it over to Olivia’s shoulder. A curse must have been placed upon them: they didn’t know what they were doing. They had full control over themself, but it didn’t FEEL like it. Something must have been wrong with her. Or them. Or both. Olivia flinched and tensed. She pulled her drooping head and looked at them, face still wrinkled and tears still rolling.

The lump in their throat hardened while the knight’s voice cracked as they spoke softly, “...Don’t cry...” The girl stared at them weakly, a look of surprise upon her face. That was a poor choice of words, Scissors realized, if they were her and heard this, they’d have a loss for words out of utter irritation for the other. “Don’t cry”- what kind of command is that to someone who is CLEARLY crying uncontrollably. That was rather foolish, they had to admit. The origami girl is going to lash out or cry even more.

Surprisingly, Olivia thrust into the duelist’s chest. Scissors braced for impact, preparing to guard for some weak attack in retaliation, but there was none. Rather, the child clung to their chest, wrapping her arms around them in a tight hug as she sobbed into their coat, tears soaking into the fabric.

How could she do this? Scissors wondered. Olivia was in perhaps one of the most vulnerable states in front of her worst nightmare, and yet she only brought herself closer to them. Was this another trick? But it didn’t SEEM like one. They had to keep their guard up. 

The duelist stared down and took a better look at the child’s delicate body. Like her brother, she was of the same composition and folded to perfection, crisp creases and an almost flat body. If they really wanted to, Scissors could rip her to pieces with their bare hands. But that would have been twisted as the child was a defenseless and hopeless creature, she did nothing but attempt to defend herself and cry. Her face sunk deeper into their coat. The child had not wronged them in any way, aside from being an annoyance, but that was not her fault. It also was not her fault she made the duelist feel this way, she was just foolish that way. If it was anyone’s fault, it would have been them for taking a part in such a horrible plot. They ran this thought through their mind, staring blankly at Olivia.

At last, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Scissors slumped over, pressing their head on top of her’s, and wrapping their arms around her, returning the hug. The lump in Scissors’ throat released tears that rolled down their cheeks, onto their nose, to the points of Olivia’s folded hat. They both sat together, curled into a tight hug, sobbing quietly.

Soon, when they were exhausted from crying, Scissors ripped Olivia away and they stared at each other tiredly. The knight thrustly wiped their eyes with their sleeve. Their emotionless demeanor returned as they pulled themself into a kneeling position, attempting to get close to the eye level of the sitting child. Their back arched and their right hand rested on their left knee as their head slightly lifted to meet eyes with her. Olivia’s eyes widened disorientedly.

“Origami princess,” Scissors saluted hoarsely and quietly, attempting to remain in the same composed voice, “It is my duty to return you home… but it is also my duty to care for your wellbeing- as you hold a position higher than I.”

“N-no! You can’t take me- I won’t let you!” Oliva squeaked, taken aback by how this thing was acting. “How could you? After everything you’ve done!”

Scissors was shot with guilt. They were so overwhelmed with emotion that they almost forgot what atrocities they commited. They sighed. “I know. But you have my sincerest apologies, child. I will do what I can to redeem myself… but I suppose that won’t right my wrongs.” The girl’s face seemed to soften. She didn’t deserve this. “Now come.”

Scissors pulled their heavy knees off the ground and unfolded their black wings and briskly left the room. Sooner or later she will follow.

Just as predicted, when the duelist arrived back at the throne room, Olivia followed suit. She stayed hovering at the doorway when she called out to them, “Are you going to take me to my brother?”

“No, that is no longer my responsibility. My new duty is protecting you,” the knight murmured, eyeing the flayed corpses on the ground. They took a few steps close to the girl before she quickly floated over to them, keeping some distance. “I know you still fear me, I don’t blame you, but at LEAST let me-” they cut themself off. They couldn’t blame her for being afraid of them, but it still angered them as their efforts felt wasteful.

The girl’s eyes darted around the room to the lifeless body on the ground and then to the green streamer. Cautiously, she floated a bit closer to them, “Can you let me do something first?” While vague, Scissors obliged, they doubted she would backstab them.

Then, Olivia gently landed on her knees in front of Mario, the one who loved her like a daughter, perfectly sliced in two. Scissors stood behind her. “Don’t worry, Mario,” Olivia whispered mournfully to his body, “I’ll never forget you. And-and I’m going to finish what we started and destroy the streamer and stop my brother. Oh, I’m so sorry this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have-”

The girl was swept off her shakey feet as the knight scooped her up by the arms and held her at eye level. She squeaked and attempted to wriggle out. They snapped, rather abruptly, with tears welling in their eyes, “No. Don’t ever say it is your fault. It was not your fault for what happened. Please, do not blame yourself for what you could not control. Understand?”

“Yes...” she whimpered, eyes watering. The duelist set her back down gently and rubbed their eyes. She did not deserve to feel this way. Of course, there must be a reason for this. The duelist rather guiltily had a small feeling of who, and it was just a matter of comforting her.

Scissors squatted down, looming over her. They spoke, “Tell me about my lord-your brother.” They almost winced. Was this betrayal? Was it even worth it to risk treason for this child? Yes, they thought, Everything was ripped away from her, it would be cruel to hurt the poor creature who has done nothing against you.

Olivia thought for a moment and then responded, “Why?”

“Is it wrong to want to know you better?”

“Well, ok. You see, I love my big brother, he’s nice and we have a lot of fun memories together. But he can be mean, and he doesn’t understand that he’s hurting everyone and I need to stop him from hurting everyone or worse, himself! I worry about him and-” She cut off, choking and holding back tears.

“I suppose that is why you were trying to destroy the streamers,” Scissors replied calmly.

“Yes! But we can’t anymore because Mario is-” the girl burst into tears and buried her face in her hands. The knight drew her into a quick hug and her crying seemed to amplify as she clutched their coat. 

Scissors pulled her away and stood over her. Olivia stared up in confusion and shock. They made their way to Bowser’s throne and stared at the logo holding the green streamer wound up. The logo seemed to stare back at them with its judgemental eye. They gingerly pulled out their blades, which were tied sheath-less to their back from a black construction paper strap. 

Olivia watched in shock as Scissors violently thrust their blade into the center logo of the streamer, piercing its plastic and causing it to crack and crumble. It changed to a glowing yellow light color, Scissors stepped back, it burst in blazing light and disintegrated into green confetti that fluttered to the earth. They watched as the rest of the streamer that twisted and led far out of the throne room crumbled into confetti. Their blade previously injected into the logo now fell to the ground. 

It was a bittersweet moment. There was no going back, but what did it matter? Scissors cocked their head to Olivia, who stared in awe and sniffled. Scissors bent down to her level and reassured, “Please, don’t be alone in this. I want to help you, but you need to cooperate. Understand?”

Olivia snuffled, “I-I don’t know… But I can’t believe you did that. Aren’t you worried about my brother?”

Scissors sighed mournfully, “No, he does not concern me anymore. But are you sure you don’t want my help?”

“Well, as long as you don’t hurt anyone anymore than... yes,” Olivia mumbled unsurely. 

“Very well then, origami child-er-OLIVIA. We can start off this partnership by attempting to revive your red friend. I was sure there was a spring designated for such events. Now come along, or else I’ll carry you.” The duelist assured peacefully. They stood up and scooped up the two cut halves of Mario, still cut by the neck and still in perpetual shock. They clutched him delicately, pressed against their chest with one hand to avoid wrinkling.

Scissors paced slowly to the exit, occasionally whipping their head towards Olivia, who eventually stood up and followed after them.

A strange sensation overcame them. They felt… happy? Perhaps for this child. But also sad. They failed their duty and betrayed their king for his sister-this girl was their new responsibility, she needed them more than he needed them-melancholic perhaps. But when they inevitably meet the king, they will certainly have a talk. For now though, the one thing on Scissors’ mind was protecting this child.

[intheweedsx]

Chapter 2: The MET Gala

Chapter 2: The Met Gala 

The night before the MET Gala Calvin was supposed to arrive tom after his  3 month tour and she couldn’t be more excited

“honey im here” shouted Calvin from downstairs

Taylor quickly applied her lipstick and looked in the mirror as she just wore a black lace bra and panties. She decided to slip on a see through shirt and she headed down stairs to greet Calvin. 

Taylor ran to Calvin and embraced him in a longing hug. It felt like forever since they had seen each granted it had been three months. 

“hey babe” taylor said 

“hey I’ve missed you” Calvin said groggily as he yawned 

“hey love I’m going to go to bed early I’m so exhausted after the fourteen hour flight. 

“yea sure babe. The bed is already made and if there is anything you need I’ll be down here”

“hey Calvin do you want me to unpack your things so you don’t have to do it in the morning”

“yea sure thank you so much”

Taylor took his 2 suitcases and started to unzip them when a pair of dark purple panties fell out. They seemed to have fallen out of Calvin’s suit along with an empty condom wrapper. 

Taylor’s heart shattered as she knew that Calvin had cheated in the past but that was in the beginning of their relationship and she had thought they had worked it out and he promised her wouldn’t do it anymore. Taylor started tearing up knowing that their relationship was done. Taylor knew she couldn’t let him keep cheating on me not when I wanted to start a family with him. 

“calvin can you come here” taylor said wearily 

Calvin slowly came down the stair as he had just gotten out of bed

“can you explain this” as she held the panties and condom up 

“you swore you wouldn’t cheat on me anymore and this is what you bring home. The filth of your mistress. I can’t believe you Calvin I really trusted you. And the worse part is she definitely  wasn’t the only woman you fucked on your 3 month tour. We are done. Please get your shit out of here”

“Babe I promise it won’t do it again I was just so desperate for some action after not being with you for months”

Taylor looked like she was going to explode 

“How dare you blame my lack of presence for you cheating. I did not have the urge to cheat while you were gone even though I missed physical contact so much I sucked it up because I knew how import this relationship was to me and how I could never hurt you like that. But it seems it was quite easy for you to throw what we had all to waste. Please get of this house right now”

Calvin turned around and headed up the stairs to gather his things because he knew that the relationship was over and there was no going back. 

Calvin came back down with his stuff packed 

“she was better than you anyway” Calvin said as he left slamming the door. 

Taylor broke down crying knowing she would have to tell her family and the whole world that yet again she could not make a relationship work. 

All of a sudden Taylor heard her phone buzzing. She went to go check who was texting her and it was Joe. She was confused as to why he was texting her cause she hasn’t  spoken to him since the night after she got black out drunk

“hey Taylor I know we haven’t spoken in a while but I was wondering if you were going to the MET. I kinda assumed because you are a high profile celeb and all that fancy stuff. Anyway get back to me when you xo”

“hi Joe I am going hope to see you there :)”

Well that was strange she thought but alas its time to wallow with some well deserved chocolate ice cream. 

-The day of the MET Gala- 

“Hey Tree, is it really necessary that I go to the MET Gala especially with all the Calvin stuff”

The news had not broke yet about Calvin and Taylor ending their relationship but Taylor was still very upset about the breakup and needed time. 

“Taylor everyone already knows that you are going you need to make an appearance at least for an hour”

“ok ill see you then bye”

A few hours passed by and it was already time to get ready. 

Taylor went through her closet and found the silver robot looking dress that she was given to wear. When she slipped it on Taylor realized it wasn’t as pretty as she remember but it has to do because there is nothing else I could wear. She freshened up her red lipstick and called John to pick me up. 

Once Taylor arrived at the MET gala she was bombarded with tons of paparazzi asking “where is calvin” “will he be coming later” Taylor didn’t know what to say so she just shrugged off the questions. Even if we were together Taylor doubted  hhe would want to come anyway he always thinks he is too good for these frivolous events. 

Taylor made my way into the main dining hall where she saw Gigi and Karlie

 “Hey guys how are you”

“we are pretty good” they chimed in while they seemed to be looking in the other direction 

“guyyyss what are you looking at” Taylor trying to follow their gaze 

“remember that guy from the bar back in April look he is here, I may go say hi” Selena said as she started walking towards him 

Taylor had not told her friends that she had kept in brief contact with Joe or that she may have cheated on Calvin with Joe, that was not certain but she was pretty sure she did. Taylor started to walk over behind Karlie and Sel

“hey Joe” Selena drunkly shouted

Joe looked up confused and then look relieved once he spotted Taylor hiding behind Sel and Karlie

“Hey guys I haven’t seen you guys in forever how are you”

The three girls nodded in unison saying they were good 

The group chatted for a few minutes and then Taylor was interrupted by a tall handsome man 

“hey Taylor” a British accent said 

Taylor looked up and noticed it was Tom 

Taylor and Tom had met a few days before the MET Gala and had hit it off. Taylor found him incredibly charming and really handsome. 

“heyy tom, do you want to go sit down over there”

“bye Joe it was nice seeing you again”

Joe saw Taylor walk away with another man which pained him but he knew that to Taylor Joe will always be the man she met in the bar and nothing more. 

Tom snaked him arm around Taylor’s waist which caused Taylor’s stomach to fill with butterflies. As they approached the table Tom pulled out the chair and Taylor graciously sat down. 

“so tom how have you been since we last say each other” 

“great I have been a bit busy with casting for the upcoming marvel movie but other than that it has been great to be in the states”

“hey tom let’s go dance no one else is dancing right now”

Taylor and tom started dancing and soon enough more people joined them on the dance floor 

Joe saw Tom and Taylor dance from the other side of the room and was instantly jealous of the beautiful pair

Taylor looked into Tom’s eyes and then Tom twirled her around and brought her back closer to him almost hugging her then he spun her out again. Taylor was having the time of her life dancing away the thought of Calvin. 

However, Taylor noticed that everyone was looking that and then she realized that the general public still thought she was with Calvin. 

“hey Tom, I’m going to go to the bathroom to freshen up okay?”

“ya that fine meet me back here when you are done” tom said as he winked as her which brought Taylor to a smile. 

Taylor started to rush to the bathroom because she did not want anyone to ask her any questions as to why she was dancing so feverishly with Tom 

Joe saw Taylor running to the bathroom and he thought something was wrong and he followed her 

When Taylor got to the bathroom she locked the door and started to break down crying because with all the events of the last 24 hours she was just done with being the center of everything and she needed a break from everything. All of a sudden to heard a knock at the door 

“hold on I’ll be right out” Taylor shouted 

“hey tay it’s Joe are you are okay?” Joe asks softly 

Taylor rolls her eyes thinking why is following her she just needs to be alone 

“hey Joe do you mind leaving me alone for a bit”

“are you sure you are okay love”

Taylor thought it might not be bad to have some company and she opened the door and let Joe in

“hey Joe” Taylor said while wiping away the tears on her cheek

Joe looked at Taylor sympathetically and brushed his thumb on her cheek hoping to wipe away the tears 

“thank you” taylor said wearily and she held back her tears 

“love whats wrong” 

“I just can’t do it anymore, yesterday I broke up with Calvin because I found out he was cheating and today I’m dancing with Tom hoping to put yesterday behind me but all the memories came flooding back when we were dancing and I just can’t do it anymore Joe” Taylor said while crying into his shoulder

Joe started to rub Taylors back and tell her that everything was going to be okay that she didn’t have to worry

Taylor then realized that she had been in the bathroom for a while and that Tom will probably be worried 

“Joe I’m going to need to leave Tom is probably worried about me” Taylor said as she looked into the mirror wiping away the tears 

Joe let her go and Taylor looked around and mouthed thank you 

Taylor knew in that moment that Joe was going to be a very special person in her life that she could hopefully count on in him in the future 

Taylor and Tom danced the night away and later that night left together and went to Taylor’s home in new york 

Tom and Taylor snuck in through the back entrance 

“Tom stop it” Taylor giggled as tom started kissing the back of Taylor’s neck 

“do you really want me to stop” as tom twirled Taylor so she was facing tom 

Taylor shook her head no and tom leaned in to kiss her 

Soon enough Taylor’s dress was on the floor and she was left in just her black panties and push up bra. Tom similarly only had his pants on while showing off his set of abs. 

“hey tom do you want to go upstairs” as Taylor smirked 

Tom smiled and hoisted Taylor up so she was straddling him while he was carrying her up the stairs. 

When he got to the top of the stairs he found the bedroom and laid Taylor down on her bed

Tom quickly slid his pants off and he was left in just his boxers with his throbbing member showing

Tom started to climb on the bed and he started leaving trails of kisses from Taylor’s thighs all the way up to her breasts

Tom unclasped Taylor’s lace bra and started to leave kisses around her next and eventually on her breasts

Taylor was getting impatient and started to reach down for tom’s boxers when he stopped her and pinned her hands above her head

Tom made his way down to Taylor’s hips and slowly started to take off her black lace panties. He slid his fingers into taylor and started thrusting which elicited several moans from taylor. At that point taylor was getting impatient and just wanted Tom inside of her 

Tom saw that taylor was getting impatient and he took his throbbing length and slowly inserted it into taylor to which taylor let out a moan. Tom slowly thrusted himself in and out of taylor having her feel every inch of him

towards the end when both of them were reaching their climax tom lifted Taylor’s leg up and started to thrust in and out faster and faster until both of them came together 

Both tom and taylor laid on on top of each other for five minutes before they could regain themselves. 

“thanks tom” taylor whispered gratefully as that was some of the best sex she has had in a while 

“welcome love” tom added 

After an hour of cuddling Tom started to redress himself as he had to leave because he had an early day tomorrow 

“bye love call me whenever you are free” tom added 

“bye bye see you later” taylor said as tom left her bedroom and she heard him leave through the back door 

Taylor did not have a problem with tom leaving because usually when she has a one night type stand like this she doesn’t expect anyone to stay over

After a few minutes taylor slowly fell asleep.