#how yall doin

[nobodyhorse]

20 years ago if you wanted to marry the wife of a powerful danaan king you would have to go out and abduct her with the aid of the gods, now everyone just saunters into your palace and thinks they have a chance with her.

[novelarrts]

these may be outta character but they made me laugh🔥🔥🔥

[cocorulesz]

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 - chapter ¹!

hey, y’all! couple things befo we start! ..

- please do not steal, copy, use, translate or repost/remake my work anywhere. i work really hard on these and the image alone took some time. you get me? igh, COOL!😛

- i don’t swear😭 (expect no cussing)

- warnings: heartbreak idk?😂

tags: @trippinsorrows @shes2real

word counttt: 900+!!💓

OKAY, ENJOY, DUMPLINGS! (who the frick.)

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The air was thick with anticipation as she stood at the entrance of the grand hall, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Her father stood beside her, his comforting presence a steady anchor in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She was about to become a Mrs. Fatu, a title that filled her with both excitement and a touch of nervousness.

Her dress was a masterpiece of elegance, a flowing white gown that hugged her curves and cascaded down to the floor in a sea of satin and lace. The intricate patterns sparkled under the soft lighting, making her feel like a princess in a fairy tale. Her dark skin glowed with a radiant beauty, the contrast against the white dress making her look even more stunning. Her hair was styled in soft waves, a delicate tiara resting atop her head, completing the look of a bride ready to walk down the aisle.

As she glanced at her father, she saw the happiness in his eyes, and it gave her the strength she needed. She was excited, yes, but also nervous. The thought of committing her life to Joshua Fatu, the man she loved, was both thrilling and terrifying. But as the music began to play and the doors slowly opened, she knew in her heart that this was the beginning of a beautiful journey.

“You ready fo’ this, baby?” her dad asked, leaning in so his daughter could hear over the music she had picked. She smiled and nodded, still looking over at Joshua and replied with “never been more ready for anything, daddy”. Matthew, her father, acknowledged the response with a nod and led her further down the aisle. Josh turned around as everyone stood from their seats happy to see the bride. But instead of turning around with a big smile plastered on his face and tears rolling down his cheeks, he looked more worried. Scared, if you may.

As she reached the altar, her mind raced with thoughts and emotions. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Josh’s worried expression was unsettling, but she reminded herself of the love they shared and the journey that had brought them to this moment. “You look beautiful” Joshua had said, in which Mariella responded with “Thank you, you look good too!”, not forgetting to add a smile. Josh’s eyes met hers, and for a brief second, she saw a flicker of the man she knew so well. His dark hair was neatly styled into his classic mullet, red at the end, and his tuxedo fit him perfectly, highlighting his buff, bulky build. Despite the worry etched on his face, he looked every bit the groom she had dreamed of. She took her place beside him, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to him. Josh allowed her to take his hand but he looked away, resulting in Mariella dropping her hand from his. The warmth of his touch reassured her anyways, and she felt a surge of determination. Whatever was troubling him, they would face it together.

The officiant began to speak, but her focus was entirely on Josh. She searched his eyes for answers, hoping to understand what was going through his mind. As the ceremony progressed, she felt a mix of hope and fear. She wanted to believe that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle, but the uncertainty in Josh’s eyes made her heart ache.

When it was time for their vows, she took a deep breath and spoke from her heart. “Josh, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with. Today, as I stand here about to become a Mrs. Fatu, I promise to love you, support you, and face whatever challenges come our way, together.” Joshua couldn’t help but to smile.

When it was Josh’s turn, he took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers. “F-from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You’ve brought so much joy and love into my life. Today, standing here with you, I .. vow to always support you, to be your rock, and to cherish every moment we share. I vow to be the, uh, best partner I can be, to-“ he sucked in a breath and muttered the rest. “-g-grow with you, and to face…and to face, uhm, every challenge together.” he coughs awkwardly afterwards.

As he finished, there was a brief pause. The officiant then asked the pivotal question, “Do you, Joshua Fatu, take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?”

Josh’s face tightened, and he hesitated. He looked deep in Mariella’s eyes, a permanent smile put onto her face, and took both of her hands. As he hesitated for around 5 seconds, Mari’s eyebrows furrowed slightly and her wide smile lessened. The room seemed to hold its breath, everyone hoping for the best outcome.

Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, “I..I-I do not.”

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and her heart shattered. She felt as if the ground had been pulled out from under her. The man she loved, the man she was about to marry, had just said no. The pain and embarrassment were overwhelming, and she could barely process what was happening.

…………

At that moment, Mariella woke up from her sleep.

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not i left y’all on a cliffhanger? womp, womp. lol sorry, that was rude 😭😭

[lickithrice]

I think I’ll blog today.

[eternityagain]

I’m backkkkkkk lol……It’s good to see that some things never change I guess?

[gingerjolover]

Untitled Angst Fic - Part 1

Naomi Mcpherson (MUNA) x reader (soft!gf coded)

pls give me a title

read the preface here!

Synposis: Naomi is too busy working on the album to listen to thjeir gf and she's had enough :(

G's notes: come get y'alls juice!!! (also im sure naomi is a great partner this is RPF don't come for meeeee)

Wc: ????

Warnings: RPF, angst, fighting, mean!naomi, negligent!naomi, producer!naomi, leaving?, no fundamental physical descriptors, reader is soft!gf coded so she/her pronouns/afab?

It's been 6 hours since you left the house. LA traffic doing wonders for you, listening to angry music, twirling the engagement ring on your left hand anxiously followed by a quick vent sesh with the mom-to-be (and bless her since she's got so much more to worry about besides your relationship). Despite the time away, parking in the driveway puts a frown on your face, not sure what you'll face when you get inside.

As soon as you walk in, it's almost like you never left. Naomi sits on their laptop, albeit in a different place than when you left this morning, the doors to their office wide open. There's soft music playing from the speakers, their torso covered in a shirt and despite their comment about not needing to be dressed in their house to work, some dickies pants cover their legs.

"C'mere...hi, I missed you, hm?" you say sweetly to your dog and cat, both animals clearly starved for attention and affection.

Naomi perks up a little, watching you squat down to greet your fur-children, a small smile on their face gets wiped off when they remembered how pissy you were when you left, and how long were you gone anyway.

"Missed you too," Naomi mumbles sarcastically, as if greeting your pets meant negating them. Their fingers move quickly over the keys, eyes never leaving the screen as they begin to talk.

"...Sooo, are we gonna talk about it? Or are we just going to pretend that whatever happened this morning didn't happen?" Naomi asks, eyes fixated on the work in front of them.

There's something so deeply offensive the way that Naomi delivers the question, not even being able to see their eyes feels like they asked it because they should, not because they wanted to. All you can do is roll your eyes, sighing softly as you put your bag down on the dining room table, ignoring Naomi's question as you walk into the kitchen.

Naomi's eyes quickly flit to the edge of their laptop, seeing you walk away. They mimic you, rolling their eyes, sighing deeply as they look back to their screen. "Guess we're pretending it never happened, got it," they mumble sarcastically to themselves. "I can be petty too, I'm just gonna mind my own business then, it's immature to give me the silent treatment so I'll just let you do your thing," they mumble venomously, their words send a chill up your spine, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

You sniffle softly, wondering if the flames moving up the walls are even present in Naomi's mind. The energy in the house has been off for weeks, your anxiety and Naomi's attitude taking turns twisting the muscles in your chest until the house feels like its on fire and you're inhaling straight smoke.

You wipe your eyes, slipping on walking shoes before grabbing the leash. Your sweet chunk of a dog sits politely in front of you, wagging his nubby tail as he sees the leash in your hands. "Let's get you outside, yeah? Hm? Wanna go on a walk with mama?" you whisper softly, rubbing his ears when he sits so good for you while you attach the leash.

Naomi hears the click of the leash to the collar and stops typing, looking up at you. "Where are you going?" they ask, emphasizing their annoyance, ignoring the redness in your eyes.

"On a walk? Since you couldn't be bothered to get off the computer," you mutter back in a snarky tone, grabbing the poop bags and your water bottle.

"He went out twice today, I'm not- whatever," Naomi scoffs, turning back to their laptop.

"Might as well take the cat too," Naomi mutters, like it was a stroke of genius.

It takes everything in you not to shut the laptop on their hands and yell "fuck off". But you bite your tongue, wiping your eyes again and open the door, getting the dog outside and slamming the door.

"Well that was dramatic," Naomi mumbles, their eyes flicking over to the front door after it slams, feeling a little bad that you slammed the door. They allow themselves to feel annoyed again when they remember that you implied that they didn't take care of your dog all day.

The time moves quickly, within half an hour, worry starts to creep up Naomi's neck. It's going to get dark soon and you don't live in a busy or unsafe neighborhood but you're taking longer than you normally would alone.

"Where are you?" Naomi texts, checking your location, finding it unable to load.

15 minutes later you walk into the house, having to sit on the curb half a mile away just to cry, wondering if this is a prolonged ending to your relationship.

Naomi can tell you've been crying, that same worry crawling back up their neck as they look at your glassy eyes, cheeks flushed.

"Sit Bruno...good boy," you say softly, taking the leash off of his collar, hanging it up in the hallway before moving to the kitchen to fill his water bowl.

Bruno's paws tap across the tile floor, Naomi smiling softly as they type on the computer. "Hey," they call out, position unchanged. "Did you get lost?" they ask, feigning ignorance.

"No, we went on a walk, I said that when we left," you huff, toeing off your shoes.

"Okay yeah but you took twice as long as you normally do," Naomi says, finally looking up at you with a slight frown, waiting for an explanation.

"Okay? Sue me Naomi, I don't know what you want me to say, we went on a longer walk," you explain exasperated, throwing your arms up.

"You know what, fine, don't tell me," they say, looking back towards the laptop, typing away again.

There's a beat of silence, your eyes widen at their quick dismissal.

"Is what you're doing really more important than me?" you ask suddenly, eyes staring wide at Naomi, flooding with hurt.

Naomi looks up, slightly annoyed at the question. "No?" they say, voice sounding resigned. They sigh loudly, "Fine, you can have my attention," they say looking up. "Now, where have you been?" they ask, eyes stern.

"God, you're... forget it Naomi," you say, tone going from livid to defeated in 5 words. You shake your head, walking up the stairs, heading to the shower.

Naomi just shakes their head, rolling their eyes at the dramatics of it all. But as they sit there, the clock ticking, Bruno's collar jingling as he scratches, the scratching the cat is doing on the cat tree, and the faint water running - Naomi sighs again, a shame creeping up their neck at their own stubbornness.

When Naomi saves their work and finally makes it upstairs, they linger near the ensuite door, heart cracking at the sounds of your sobs hidden between a stream of hot water.

"Baby," the say quietly, knocking on the door lightly.

The crying stops immediately, almost like you were trying to get your voice back to normal.

"What?" you ask, and it comes out harsh. Honestly, could've come down harsher if your voice wasn't thick with emotion.

"I'm- I'm sorry, I've been a total... dick today," Naomi says, tone slightly defeated and aware. "Can I come in?" they ask. And the question hangs, like a rancid herb, drying between the two of you. And Naomi is met with sternness.

"No."

"Can I at least talk to you?" Naomi asks, temple resting against the door. They feel ashamed for how they've acted, replaying the interactions with you over and over in their mind.

"You can't wait til I'm done?" you ask, because the absolute audacity of Naomi to interrupt a shower cry.

"I want to talk about it now, when it's still fresh," they speak through the door. "I'm not gonna wait in the hallway for you to finish showering," they say with annoyance and disdain. The rational part of Naomi that realizes you can't have a productive talk while you're in the shower and that cornering you like this was a mistake can't come to the phone right now because they don't even exist.

"Well considering I'm always waiting on you to have conversations, I think you can wait until i rinse the conditioner out of my hair," you spit out in a snarky tone.

"What? I'm not always making you wait on me," Naomi says, incredulously at such an implication.

"Oh my god, can you let me shower?" you practically exclaim, exasperated beyond belief.

"Fine, jeez," Naomi mutters, rolling their eyes and moving to the edge of the bed, taking out their phone. It's only a few minutes later that Katie, Jo, and some of the MUNA team get on a joint call, Naomi pacing back and forth in the bedroom while listening and giving updates on the production.

When you open the bathroom door wrapped in a towel, its disappointing but not at all surprising to hear Naomi on the phone, passionately giving updates about the production they've been working on. At this point you're done, what else can you do? People could say you're being difficult but what's so difficult about asking to be left alone in the shower and then expecting your partner to be ready to speak when you get out?

You move quickly towards the walk in closet, Naomi frowning when they see the lack of fire in your eyes, nervous about what it means that you're no longer angry. Their voice falters, trying to finish their thought concisely as they watch your shoulders sag, walking towards the dresser.

"So I should have it done- um..." Naomi's words trail off, watching you slide sweatpants up your legs, picking out one of your own oversized shirts and not theirs. "Look, can I... call you guys back? Or I'll send an email, it'll be easier.... yeah thanks, talk soon," Naomi speaks, hanging up the phone while their eyes bore into your back.

Naomi leans against the doorway of the closet, staring at your wet hair dripping on the carpet as they push their phone into a pocket.

"Are you going to talk to me?" Naomi asks, they ask, watching you towel dry your hair.

"Do you have the time to talk?" you respond, tone almost sassy, flickered with annoyance.

Naomi frowns, rolling their eyes softly. "I just got off my phone call so we could talk," they say like it was a huge sacrifice. "...are you implying I'm always busy?" they ask offended.

"Oh yeah, how noble of you," you scoff. "I'm not implying it, I'm saying it out loud. We barely talk since your eyes are glued to your computer or phone, locked away in your office all day and night."

There's that same shame, realizing that they haven't been as present lately, trying to downplay it in their mind. "Babe, I- you know I can't do everything at once... we have a deadline... there's work I have to get done..." they trail off, realizing the poor excuse for prioritization over your feelings but trying to justify it for fear of being in the wrong.

"Then go get you work done Naomi," you mumble, pushing past them to go into the bedroom.

Your dismissal drives Naomi crazy, shaking their head at your ability to walk away when a conversation is clearly needed.

"Since you don't want to talk it out, fine, be that way," Naomi mutters angrily, walking out of the bedroom and downstairs to their office. Grabbing their laptop and beckoning the dog inside, they slam the french doors to their office shut.

The slam of the doors is followed by your head dropping, hands on the nightstand as you try and breathe through your diaphragm, willing any air to get to your lungs, the tightness in your chest unbearable.

It's like functioning on autopilot. A quick text to Kelli, the pull of your duffle from the closet, a moment of contemplation over your ring dish if the rock on you finger is worth dragging out, and the shoving of clothes and toiletries into the bag, the final zip like a punch in the mouth.

The silence is deafening, staring at the bag at your feet. Texts from Kelli pull you out of the haze, slipping on socks before quietly padding down the stairs.

It almost feels normal. Hair still wet from the shower, opening the pantry to fill the animal's bowls, refreshing their water. Except you don't start cooking, Naomi doesn't pinch your ass and wrap their arms around your shoulders, cold fingers don't rub the warm skin of your hips, chapped lips don't cover the skin behind your ear in kisses.

Instead you grab the bag, slipping on shoes, taking your keys off the hook and look to the french doors of Naomi's office. Their shoulders are tense, hunched over in their chair. To the bottom left, your cat and dog sit, almost like statues. You wonder if they know what's happening... if they can sense the end before you can.

Slamming the door feels final, but you know its a signal. Its the begging for attention you're too prideful to do yourself. Your ring weighs you down as you walk to the car, eyes unfocused.

G's notes: there will be a part 2 and 3 pls do not fear

[mickeytheticklee]

Get in loser I'm tickling you

Pairing: Ler!Regina George x Lee!Reader

Summary: Regina accidentally hurts y/n's feelings and tries to make it up to her

Warnings: Tickling, one mention of a raspberry, I hate how there's more plot than tickling, Regina is extra mean for no reason I'm sorry y'all

An: This is what drinking espresso does to a mf. Anyway I'm adding to the mean girls tickle content cuz I'm down bad for Renee Rapp :)) Also shout-out to blushyeleven for inspiring this fic

Already Regina was in a mood, and it wasn't because her stubborn acne was coming back.

It was Wednesdays, routine was meant to perfect on this day. It was her chance to overdress in her favorite color without any judgements. Based on the rules she created that her inner circle of friends had to abide by. Yet there was a small detail that ticked her off, sent her thru the edge. Made her extremely mad she couldn't even flaunt how gorgeous she was to everyone.

Regina kept looking at her phone, trying to see if you messaged her back. Still no response since last night, when Regina asked which outfit she should wear for today. It was what you guys did every morning, which seemed like the only time Regina can truly be normal. Out of the mean girl act of hating everyone you were the only person she can tolerate. She would spend mornings with you on the phone, gossiping about people you didn't exactly know, or care to know. In exchange you would talk about what show you've been watching or share homework answers with her as she claims she's too pretty to do it herself. Even though you would talk about the most boring things as it didn't involve sex or drugs Regina liked it. She loved hearing your voice blabber on in rants or opinions that'll never apply to her. She found it more entertaining than anything.

Without it, Regina would be in an extra feisty mood that not even her friends can control.

“What's with you ignoring me? Thought that was my thing.", Regina confronts you immediately. Her tone irritated and ready to combust. Usually you would be scared, like the rest of the students who hide in her presence.

“Its nothing Regina.", you slam your locker.

“You say it's nothing but you're being a dickhead about it. Real classy move." She says, her tone setting you off. You turn around, feeling triggered by the name she calls you. It gives you flashbacks of her bullying you when you two were younger.

“I heard what you and Gretchen said yesterday in the bathroom, calling me a loser and whatnot.", feeling confident in confronting her you still couldn't face her direction.

“Yea, but it wasn't towards you it was just Gretchen being chatty. I mean I call Karen a whore ten times a day but she doesn't take it too seriously." Regina says, taking it all as a joke. To you it wasn't a joke, it was a small insecurity that stuck to you like getting gum in your hair.

“You know I don't like being called a loser, I thought you were working on not calling me that."

“Yea but, you make it seem like I've called you the worse name in existence. Saying you're a loser is like middle school cringe level." She has insulted you with worse names, yet as unoriginal as loser was it struck you the hardest.

“All it does is remind me how you've never changed since middle school." You say, walking away in anger that it was close to stomping. Regina tried to keep her composure together. She was close to crying in the bathroom stall, ruining her makeup and wanting to make everyone at school as miserable as possible. But she doesn't want to admit to anyone how her breakdown was caused by a nerdy girl she wouldn't dare sit with at lunch.

You thought it was the end of the short lived friendship you had with Regina. Now back to insults and comebacks that are even more cruel thanks to the history you two have. During Calculus you were met with fifty messages per second by Regina. You saw your phone screen blink with overflowing messages of Regina. You thought it was threats for messing with her. But the messages prove that since the beginning of you two talking again that she was down bad for you.

These were the texts you dare not to show anyone.

Plsss baby

I miss youuuu

Forgive me

Im sorry for being such a bitch

I'll cancel my plans today to be with you

That's how you knew she was really sorry, she would never skip being at the mall. It was her second kingdom besides school. As much as you didn't want to give in to her spam of apologies you couldn't help it, she texts like a desperate boyfriend. When Regina wasn't a bitch she was a clingy puppy who couldn't last a day without you. As much as it was hilarious it gave you butterflies, which you hated as your former bully had such a grip on you. Multiple spams later you decide to respond.

Oh rlly??

What happens if I say the only way I can forgive you is with tickles and kisses?

Seconds later you were wishing you could unsend that message. Your mind spoke over your rational decisions this time, and that her clingy messages were putting you in a delighted tickle mood. Before thinking of unsending it bubbles came up, Regina was going to respond. This was either another insult grab or she was actually giving in, which she rarely does to requests like this.

...

Hope you can run

Regina didn't mean that, you can walk as slow as possible to her car and she would still wait for you. You turned your phone around, trying to focus on school for the rest of the period without distractions of Regina's possible teases. Teases weren't distracting enough, it was her appearance that couldn't make you any less excited. Pink clothing, manicured nails, the rare time the blonde wore bangs. The cold hearted bitch radar was soon to come off.

“I'm not going to give in.", you say, immediately sprinting to her pink Jeep. It was the first you didn't any physical activity for a purpose. You pushed, shoved, said a few I'm sorrys to get to her vehicle. You were exhausted, dehydrated, feeling better after letting all that anger out in running but you finally next to Regina. Her smile soften, feeling calm as if she didn't ruin people's lives extra hard for no reason. The car ride was silent, smiling at each other and holding hands so no unnecessary pokes come out.

“Your still ticklish on your tummy right?", Regina asks, breaking the ice. There was no point in asking, she knew what spots were ticklish from the last time. She just loved how bad you malfunctioned from ever trying to answer.

“Uhm uhm...I don't know, it might've changed since the last time I've been tickled." You say, avoiding eye contact by staring at the window. She smiles, knowing you'd lie to her face about it.

“Youre right, I just wanted to know. Since I love wrecking you to tears right baby?", Regina says in your flirty tone that makes you internally shriek. You bit your finger away from a smile, still not looking at her. Although it was noticable that you weren't ready for the destruction Regina was about to cause based on those pinky pink cheeks.

She parked in the driveway, automatically holding your hand and tugging you inside the house. Regina does it in a quickly fashion to get away from her mother, who usually swarms her with questions after school. Regina rushes you upstairs, going into her room and locks the door without any further interruptions. She leads you to the bed, getting on top of you as you giggle by the close contact between you and Regina.

“Getting giggly already? I haven't even touched you."

“Sorry.", you didn't know what else to say. You were too busy staring in her eyes to even contrapt a thought in your brain.

“It's okay baby, I just thought you were going to try a bit harder in being mad at me. You're doing a bad job with how your slightly these spots slip.", Regina says, diving immediately to your armpits. You let out the loudest laugh you've ever had around Regina. Sometimes you'd try to contain your laugh so it wouldn't be too annoying for Regina. But based on how hard Regina was trying to insert your hands into your armpits it was like she was purposely making you laugh that way.

“STAWPSTAWPHAHHAH!!", you squeal, barely trying to even squirm. Your legs fall flat as you just enjoy the forgiving tickles from Regina.

“I'm not stopping until you forgive me. And I know you don't forgive me too easily.", She lies, you're a forgiving person unless it's Regina. You've already forgiven her the second she guided you inside her house.

“Who knows, maybe I've changed."

“Really? Even when I do this?", Regina says, now reaching for your hip bone. She uses both thumbs to dip to your hips, your shirt slightly exposed due to how short it was. You did more yelling than laughing, Regina getting warmer to your worst spot. Eventually you did have to squirm, making Regina get off you so you can squirm freely.

“AHHHHHHHHAHAHAHA!", Regina could've covered your mouth by now to not raise questions but she was enjoying it. You can hear the evil chuckles mixed in your laughter. She stops, laying on her side facing you as your giggles get quieter. You cross your arms, pretending to be mad even if she tickled all the anger out of you five minutes ago.

“Still mad at you."

“I'm sorry baby. What nickname would you like besides loser? Would you like tickle toy instead?", Regina asks, causing a small grin from you. Her hand lands on your stomach, slipping under your gray shirt for a few finger tickles. You hid a few giggles in, trying not to answer but Regina pesters you with a few more nicknames. “How about my little lee? Pink blusher? My tickle me Elmo?" Based on how she was holding eye contact with you she was serious, she expected an answer. You barely contained it while her fingers drifted up and down your sides, making sure you felt every sensation of tickles.

“Baby sounds fine...", You say, smiling and letting her fingers roam around your mid section. Her smirk rises, going up towards your ribs, and feeling your body twitch at every tickle. You felt her getting closer to you, her lips getting closer to your ears. You made sure to hold still to hear what evil teases she might say.

“Baby sounds too simple don't you think?", Regina questions, then wrecks your tummy causing an outburst of tickles. You laugh all the way off the bed, causing a loud thump on the ground. Regina laughs, waiting for you to get up knowing you weren't really hurt. You get up, trying to be a brat towards Regina for tickling you so hard.

“I think we're done here."

“Really? Because I don't think I'm finished wrecking you just yet.", Regina says, tugging your body back in bed to be tickled once more. Once you were back to laying down your tummy was full of scribbles and pokes. You were screaming with laughter and still Regina loved it. Of course you weren't in misery, you would be miserable if you weren't tickled.

“FUCKKKKKKHAHHAHAHHA!!", Your laugh was high pitched, sort of like a hyena. It gets scratchy sometimes or airy, but it's those begging for mercy screams Regina craves the most.

“Gosh don't tire yourself out I haven't even gotten to the good part yet.", Regina says, stopping as her nails touch the hem of your shirt. You get nervous, wondering what the good part even was. It was the first Regina ever said such a phrase.

“Whats the good part?" You say, touching her soft hands just in case she plans to attack.

“Don't be so tense baby I think you'll like it.", Regina says flirtatiously, lifting up your shirt quickly and scribbling it again. You pulled it down, although it made no effect to the tickling. Regina's tickling was addictive, you didn't want to be away from it. She knew you weren't trying to run away, you were trying your hardest not to squirm so far apart. It was the lightest tickles she could inflict that caused you scream in laughter as if you were in agony.

“BABEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!", You move your body back and forth as if that'll help. The tickling lasts for a solid hour and ends with a raspberry on your fully exposed tummy. The raspberry was unexpected, usually she wasn't a mouth on tickling learner. She'd complain about fixing her lipstick of her foundation being ruined but for today it just felt right. It was worth it to see your face red of giggles and stomach cramping from how much it tickled.

Regina fans your overheating body, making sure you reach back to body temperature. You had a big smile, wishing she would do it again. But Regina's special tricks weren't something to try twice. You looked at her, tucking her hair behind her ear and touching her cheeks.

“I forgive you."

“I know you do. It's physically impossible to hate me when I tickle you this good."

[princema-k]

forgot i had a tumblr for a hot moment. anyways maikol afton

[okaydays22]

[jostystyles]

i don’t know what i’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you.

[driveforfive]

been so long since i’ve been here but i need it to be indycar season right NEEOWWW

[zukkoke-knight]

Hope everyone is having a good Sunday!

[ninja-potato-shelby-solomons]

NINE PEOPLE I WANNA GET TO KNOW BETTER

Thank you @bouncydragon and @loricasquamata for the tag. You really made my day 🥰 I miss Tumblr so much 😭 Once life calms down I gotta get back here regularly!

LAST SONG: Never Say Goodbye - Bon Jovi (we were having an 80's day at work and Jon Bon Jovi will forever have my heart)

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Blue/red

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Fire Country. AEW. Also rewatching Interview with the Vampire because they're so pretty. So gay.

LAST MOVIE: I think it was the 4th Harry Potter movie with @saintshelby

SWEET/SPICY/SAVOURY: savoury! Gimme cheese! Gimme chips!

CURRENT OBSESSIONS:  Tommy/Alfie/Peaky. Also just been making a lot of crafty crap lately, it's a great distraction from stress

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: Where to buy those damn peelable mango gummies I keep seeing. Of course Australia doesn't have them! 😫

Tagging with no pressure: @hoodeddreams13   @wooood1   @red-write-hand and anyone else who'd like to join in 🥰

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Helping Mimir headcanons

heyyy god of war hyperfixation come thru

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-You make a little cloth to hold him in while walking after watching him get bounced around while Kratos fought

-Imagine those baby / cat holders for the front, that’s what you have

-Atreus cannot stop laughing once he sees Mimir tucked in there, but Mimir is so grateful (even if he cracks a few jokes about finally getting away from Kratos)

-You definitely clean up his face after an adventure

-Replacing his ropes if they start to get too rough on him

-Listening to him ramble and tell stories as you re-braid his beard or clean up his face

-Sometimes you set him in your lap while you both read, and it is without a doubt one of his favorite activities

-You make a little pillow for him to rest on the table, he swears he has never met anyone as enchanting as you

-As a thank you one day, he asks you to hold your hand in front of him

-He kisses your hand?! When you pull away, visibly embarrassed, all he can do is give an exaggerated wink and laugh as you speedwalk away from him

-(You come back later and give him a peck on the cheek as payback. He was not prepared for that one. Him stumbling over his words is something you’ll never forget)

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Clean bowl, gonna smoke this new flower :3

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Hello tumblr people I have no idea how to use this app, Here's a season 1 empires scott I did a lil while ago