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Kingdom Hearts IV predictions

New Orleans (The Princess and the Frog)

Takes place during the movie.

Is visited by Sora.

Starring the voices of:

Peter Bartlett as Lawrence

Kwesi Boakye as Newspaper Boy

Paul Briggs as Two Fingers

Corey Burton as Mr. Harvey Fenner

Bruno Campos as Prince Naveen

Jennifer Cody as Charlotte La Bouff

Michael Colyar as Buford

Brian Cummings as Eli “Big Daddy” La Bouff

Jim Cummings as Raymond

Keith David as Dr. Facilier

Dave Fouquette as Darnell

Kelly Hoover as Stella

Jerry Kernion as Mr. Henry Fenner

Jennifer Kilger as Swooning Girl

Emeril Lagasse as Marlon the Gator

Jenifer Lewis as Mama Odie

Ritchie Montgomery as Ritchie

Randy Newman as Cousin Randy

Phil Proctor as Cajun Firefly

Kevin Michael Richardson as Ian the Gator

Anika Noni Rose as Tiana

Danielle Moné Truitt as Georgia

Seth R. Williamson as Prince Ralphie

Debra Wilson as Eudora

Mick Wingert as Travis

Michael-Leon Wooley as Louis

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[navybrat817]

Hold You Tight: Part 4

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 3 | Series Masterlist | Part 5

Chapter Summary: You try to continue the date like "normal" after Bucky's promise.

Chapter Word Count: Almost 3.4k

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, unease, tension, possessiveness, mental and emotional whiplash, reader is trying to stay calm, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies enjoy and thank you again for the feedback so far! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . I no longer do taglists, so please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“You’ll be out of your apartment before the end of the month.”

The statement played on a morbid loop in your mind as Bucky pulled you up from your chair. The guard gave you two plenty of room to enter the penthouse again. You looked at him, trying to convey in your expression that you needed him to do something. Anything. The man gave you nothing in return. It was pointless to try. He worked for Bucky, not you. He wouldn't care.

“Did you mean what you just said? Your promise?” You asked as you followed Bucky to the dining room table. You wanted him to take it back, to tell you it was a joke. He couldn't make you leave your home by the end of the month. He had no right.

“I think you know the answer,” he said, pausing when you yanked your hand away and crossed your arms.

“And I think you have a lot of nerve,” you uttered as he pulled out your chair. “Where the hell do you get off? And how do you even plan to get me out of my home? It’s not like you own the building.”

You had no idea how deep Bucky’s pockets ran. There was a chance he could buy the building tomorrow or bribe someone into evicting you. Would he stoop that low?

“I adore you, Kotyonok, but I’m not going to tell you and ruin the surprise,” he smiled, gesturing for you to take a seat. “And you haven't seen me get off yet.”

You ignored his comment as you sat down and stared into the flame of the candlelight. The familiar scent of the meal drifting from the kitchen put you at ease for the most part, but your stomach turned. Would this really be where you'd spend your meals from now on? It didn't matter that the penthouse was beautiful. You had a home. Maybe it wasn't as nice as this, but it was still yours.

Did Bucky care about your distress at all?

You blinked when you saw your wine glass on the table. The guard had grabbed both of your glasses from the balcony. For a man of his size, he sure as hell moved quietly. “Thanks,” you whispered, taking another swig to help calm your flaring nerves.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

“You know, I was so excited to have you in our home I don’t think I introduced the two of you,” Bucky said as the man stood tall. “This is Raymond, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you call him Ray since you’ll be seeing a lot of him.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Bucky said “our” again. Not “his”. You wanted to go back to bed and hide under your covers. “It’s nice to meet you. Is it okay if I call you Ray?” You asked, not wanting his boss to speak for him.

How and why did he work for him anyway?

His eyes were a brighter shade of blue than Bucky’s, but still had a touch of coldness. Though his expression did soften a fraction as he considered your question. “You may. And it’s nice to meet you, too,” he replied, nodding toward the kitchen before he stepped back.

The chef walked over seconds later with plates in hand, a large smile on his face. “Here we are. We have the…” You tuned him out as the dish was set in front of you, your eyes on Bucky across the table. He didn’t look at the chef either, your gazes locked in a silent battle. Your hand began to ache before you realized you were gripping the handle of your knife. You released it and looked away, but you caught his smirk anyway.

He won.

“Enjoy!” The chef finished, clasping his hands together.

Bucky shot him a look before he could walk away. “I’ll enjoy it once I know she does,” he said, his smile soft as he turned his attention back to you. “Dig in.”

A beat passed and all eyes were on you, waiting for you to have the first taste. It was unsettling to say the least as you blindly grabbed a piece of flatware to take a bite. You slowly chewed the food and wished you could've appreciated the additional flavors the chef added to make your favorite meal that much better, but being under the scrutiny of the entire room took away the delight.

“It’s delicious,” you announced, bringing another piece to your mouth. The chef’s audible sigh made it hard to swallow. What would Bucky have done if you didn’t like the food? “Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you,” Bucky added, still gazing at you like you were the center of his world. “Ray, would you show him out please?”

The chef didn’t have to be told twice as Ray wordlessly led him away.

You didn't miss the way Bucky's eyes followed your motions as you continued to eat. They told you he’d rather have you for the meal. That he’d reach under the table at any moment and part your thighs to gather the taste of you on his fingers. You firmly pulled your legs together.

“Are you not hungry?” You asked. He hadn't touched anything on his plate. Too busy staring at you. Why was he so fascinated with watching you do something as mundane as eating?

“I wanted to make sure you ate enough before I dug in,” he answered, finally taking a bite. He groaned as his eyes slipped shut, the sound making you press your legs even closer together. Being handsome didn't excuse a thing and you refused to let him get to you. “You're right. This is delicious.”

You averted your eyes when he ran his tongue over his lips. “Well, you hired him, so I imagine he's an amazing chef.”

“He is. I’m not a bad cook, but I don’t cook as often as I'd like.”

You nodded. Running a club likely kept him busy, but he could've used his free time cooking or doing something else instead of looking into your life. You ranted about that already though.

“Maybe we can have a day of the week where we make a meal together. We’ll take turns picking different meals to try, like pizza. We’ll have to make a pizza together,” he said, leaning forward as his eyes lit up. “I could even set up a projector on the balcony if you wanted to cuddle outside and watch a movie. Or we could do something indoors.”

“What if I don't want pizza? Or a movie night?” You asked, trying to gauge his reaction since you actually enjoyed pizza and movies.

“If that isn't what you're in the mood for, we can figure it out together,” he offered.

“Can we?” You asked, pushing a bit of the food around with your fork. “Or will you just make the decisions for me?”

You were speaking as if you planned to continue with his delusion. That you would actually have dinner dates and movie nights and cuddle. Things you always wanted with the right partner. The one you chose.

He twirled the knife in his hand before he pointed it at you. “I told you I don’t want to control you.”

“Yet you’re putting me in a cage.”

“You have a lot of freedom,” he retorted, taking another bite. “It’s not like I’m telling you to stop spending time with your friends or not have hobbies. I just want you close by. And about your job-”

Your eyes flashed. “If you’re about to tell me I have to quit, I will throw wine on you.”

“Thought you said it was too delicious to waste.”

“I’ll throw your glass on you and enjoy the rest of mine,” you said, warmth creeping up your neck when he chuckled. “Don’t laugh. I’m serious, Bucky. I’m not going to quit my job. I don’t care how much money you have. I love what I do.”

He laughed still, but held a hand up on surrender. “Kotyonok, I won’t make you quit your job. I know you love being a florist and I’m not about to take something away that makes you happy.”

You reigned your inner claws in. “So, I can keep working like normal? And why are you calling me Kotyonok? What happened to doll?”

“Doll, Kotyonok, you suit them both.” He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, looking every bit like the king of his castle. “And you can.”

“Oh. Well. Thank you,” you said, wishing you didn’t feel the need to thank him when it shouldn’t be his decision to begin with.

The two of you ate in semi-comfortable silence after that. You wanted to trust that he wouldn’t mess with your job, but he was interfering in the rest of your life. Maybe it wasn’t a cage he had you in after all, but he did have you on a leash.

Either way, you were his pet.

“Dance with me,” he stated once your plates were clear.

“There’s no music,” you said before a soft melody began to play in the room. You glanced around and tried to find where the speakers were. Ray must’ve turned it on.

You allowed him to help you up from your seat to hold you close. You bit back a protest when he guided your hands to rest at the base of his neck. There was hardly any room between you as he rested his hands on your hips and helped you sway to the slow beat. It contrasted with how your heart raced and you had to close your eyes to escape his gaze.

“I felt like I’d been asleep for a long time until you came along. You woke me up. Made me feel,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. “We’ll be happy together.”

His words had you catching your breath. He wasn’t the kind of predator who went right for the kill or the kind that merely stayed in the grass to bide his time. This was a cat and mouse of sorts. He caught and released you. The scary part was you didn’t know how long he’d hold onto you before he sank his teeth in or how long he’d let you run before he caught you again.

“I really want to kiss you,” he murmured, your heart thudding more as he rested a hand on your cheek.

“Not on the first date,” you said, hoping it sounded more like a tease than a complete refusal.

He chuckled and brought his lips to your ear. “What does our second date get me?”

You didn’t want to say the wrong thing, especially since he was playing along. But how long would you be able to fight off his want for you? “I guess we’ll play it by ear,” you answered.

“Making me work for it. I respect that,” he said, checking his watch as the song changed. “Speaking of being respectful, I should probably get you back to your place.”

As eager as you were to leave, you still asked, “No dessert?”

His heated eyes swept over you as he traced the diamond necklace with his finger. “I want you for dessert, but I’m trying to be good,” he replied, his voice husky as you held your breath. “I also made sure we’d have dessert to share in the car. Why don’t you go get your clutch and we can go?”

“Sure,” you said, taking one last look around the place as you went to get it. Bucky went to Ray and whispered something you couldn’t make out, but you went to the door instead of trying to eavesdrop. You didn’t want to know what the conversation was about. If it didn’t involve you, well, it wasn’t your business to begin with. And if it involved you, you were bound to find out anyway and you were too tired and mentally drained to deal with it.

A bath and more wine wouldn’t even help.

“I hope you like it,” Bucky smiled, holding up a small container as he joined you with Ray right behind him.

“Let me guess,” you said, taking the container from his hand. “It’s my favorite.”

“Of course,” he said, opening the door and putting an arm back around you.

You looked back when Ray didn’t follow you into the elevator, wishing he’d join you so you wouldn’t be alone with Bucky in there. You supposed it didn’t matter. Would he stop his boss if he tried anything or just look the other way?

It was surreal to leave the penthouse. You half expected him to go back on his word and not let you go. You glanced at him as the elevator went back down to the garage. Besides being a walking red flag, he was still a mystery.

“You said your mom would’ve loved me. Past tense,” you said, seeing his jaw clench. “Did something happen to her?”

He tightened his arm around you as the elevator stopped. “She’s gone and that’s a topic for another day,” he said, pausing to give you a tender smile. “But thank you for asking.”

The man had issues, but you hadn’t meant to touch on a sore topic. Why were you asking personal questions about him anyway? You weren’t his girl. He wasn’t going to be your guy. This wasn’t a fairytale. If it was, he would be the villain disguised as a king.

Bucky helped you back into the car, once again not waiting for the driver, and got in beside you. He barely had the door closed before you pulled you into his lap, the container almost falling from your hand as the other went to his chest. “Bucky, what are you-”

“I said you could sit in my lap after dinner,” he smirked, running a hand along your thigh. Your body went rigid as his hand trailed higher. “I won’t do anything except feed you.”

You stayed perfectly still as he moved his hand away and opened the container. He promised he wouldn't force anything tonight, but you didn't want to throw fuel on the fire by shifting and inadvertently teasing him. It would be fine. A short drive and you’d be back at your apartment.

“Open,” he ordered. You obeyed, your mouth opening up for him to place a piece of the dessert on your tongue. He swore under his breath as you closed your mouth to chew and his hand found its way back to your thigh. “Swallow it, Kotyonok.”

You were lucky you didn’t choke, the normally sweet treat sliding bitterly down your throat. He probably imagined saying those exact words to you in a very different sort of scenario. Feeling his hips move slightly beneath yours, he was likely imagining it right this second.

“Good girl,” he sighed, feeding you another piece before he buried his face in your neck. “I can't wait until you're really home.” His breath tickled your skin. “I won't have to say goodnight and watch you walk away. You’ll be beside me and fall asleep in my arms.”

“In your home,” you whispered, tilting your head to give you some space, but he followed.

“Our home,” he corrected you. “End of the month.”

Your chest ached, but you breathed evenly. You were almost home and could panic once you were alone. “It’s too soon. You understand that, right?”

“I went too long without having you by my side. You understand that, right?” He asked, cupping your cheek to make you look at him. “You went too long without me, too.”

It wasn’t fair that he was trying again to prey on your loneliness. “Bucky, you have to give me some leeway here.”

“We can figure it out together,” he said, the same thing he said during dinner. Dismissive. He thought he was going to get his way. And he would, wouldn't he?

“Well, we aren’t figuring that out tonight,” you said, pushing off his lap when the car came to a stop and fixing your dress since it rode up. “Good night.”

He stopped you from getting out. “I have to walk you to your door.”

“I’m not letting you in,” you warned. You needed your space.

“You do remember that I can get in your place without you opening the door for me, right?” He cupped your cheek again when your eyes rounded. “But I won’t do that tonight. I’m just making sure you get in safely.”

“That’s ironic coming from you,” you mumbled.

He chuckled and helped you out. Your building normally looked like a safe haven, but it was like there was a clock overhead counting down the moment until it was no longer yours. “I really do love how sweet you are, but I love your claws when they come out.”

“Careful. I just might scratch you.”

He groaned, leading you inside. “You know, you’re welcome to scratch up my back. Leave your mark on me and I’ll leave one on you.” He winked when you caught his eye. “And in you.”

He caught you when you stumbled. “Stop saying stuff like that, please,” you begged, straightening yourself out. You weren’t sure how much more you could take tonight.

“I can’t help myself,” he said, taking your phone from his pocket once you got to your door. “I had a really nice time tonight.”

His fingers touched yours as you took your phone back. “I had a nice time, too,” you said. Under normal circumstances, a romantic dinner and diamond necklace would’ve been a dream come true. “Good night, Bucky.”

He lingered as you unlocked your door. You turned to remind him that you weren’t inviting him, but you couldn’t speak when he leaned in. His lips brushed the corner of yours, all too gentle and intimate.

“Sweet dreams, Kotyonok.”

You ducked inside without another word and locked the door, listening for his footsteps. It took a moment, but you heard him walk away before you slid to the floor. It felt like you could finally breathe again since you were home and he wasn’t going to bother you again tonight.

Your heart sank though when you checked your phone and saw a message from Addison.

“Change of plans for tomorrow and I’m so sorry, but Brady somehow got us a reservation at The Terrace. Can you believe it?! Maybe we can hang out the day after?”

Tears burned your eyes. You were looking forward to seeing her. It would've been nice to pretend that everything was normal. Or maybe you would've told her at least something about your situation.

Your mind drifted to Bucky. The Terrace was one of the best restaurants around and usually booked a couple of months in advance minimum. Was it a coincidence that Brady somehow got them reservations on the day you were supposed to hang out with Addison or did your new suitor have something to do with it?

Speak of the devil, you received a new message from the man himself.

“Thank you again for the wonderful date. Are you free tomorrow night? I’d love to introduce you to some of my friends.”

Your eyes narrowed. The second you see that your plans are broken, he messages you? If you didn't think he meddled before, you certainly did now.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

He messaged back seconds later. “Yes, you do. I can have it sent over or have it ready for you here.”

You huffed out a laugh before a couple of tears fell. Meeting Bucky’s friends would be another step in his plan to make you his. If they didn’t like you, maybe they’d sway him into forgetting about you. It was wishful thinking. Because you knew in your heart that Bucky wasn’t going to let you go.

But if he was going to play, maybe you could find a way to throw him off his game.

“I actually have plans. Maybe another time.”

You didn't bother looking to see if read the message or if he responded. Your life was your own. Bucky would have to deal with it. But knowing how he handled things so far, he’d find a way to have you on his arm tomorrow night.

Yay to @targaryenvampireslayer for guessing who the guard is! And what's Bucky going to do since you declined meeting his friends? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[gyllenhaalstories]

FETISH — RUSTY SABICH

summary: something something you needed a job and raymond offered you to work at the office. something something there is a misunderstanding and you pique rusty's curiosity.

warnings: this story happens before the events of presumed innocent so rusty is still a prosecutor, includes tommy molto (with mentions of barbara, carolyn, nico & raymond), sexual harassment, cheating, smut (masturbation, underwear smelling). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3360

gif credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: raymond is the star of this fic and so is @sizzlingcloudmentality's idea that saved this story 📂 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

You were thankful for Raymond Horgan. He considered you as his niece, he had helped you more times than you could remember. He bought you the biggest dollhouse you could dream of when you were a child, he set an absurd amount of money aside for your education and now he had offered you a job most law students of Chicago could never even dream of. Most of the time, you were thankful for Raymond.

"So, let met get this right... You found the file in a recycling bin?" Tommy's voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. The twisted grin glued to his face sent a shiver down your spine.

You were not thankful for Raymond at this precise moment. He left you all alone to answer his phone calls while everyone in the office had left to enjoy their weekend. You assumed that no one would care to call the district attorneys on a Friday afternoon. No. Evening. The sun had started setting, you did not even see the day go by. You assumed that no one would bother, but Raymond had never been more popular. "For the third time, yes, I found the documents in the bin and I thought it was important material so I grabbed it before the janitors did. If I had known, I would not have touched it. I can assure you of that, Tommy."

"Mister Molto," he rectified, he pursed his lips. "It's Mister Molto for you."

"Since when are you so passionate about recycling, Mister Molto?" You spat out his name with disgust. There was just something about Tommy. Everyone in the office had been pleasant, you had no trouble believing that Raymond knocked on each door and instructed them to treat you with the upmost respect. Everyone listened, except Tommy.

Tommy's gaze fell on your hand, he watched you tap your fountain pen on the notepad nervously. You were always so nervous in his presence, surely this must mean you liked him. You liked him but you were too shy to admit it. "What did you do with the documents?"

You grabbed your notepad, imitating your every action. Maybe, you thought, the man would understand better if you gave him the visuals. You explained how you pulled the file out of the bin and set it down exactly where Tommy had found it: on Nico Della Guardia's desk. You assumed he would know better than you what to do with it, but Tommy had the reflexes of a cat and snitched the papers before anyone else could see them. "Is it more clear now? Do you want me to tell you the whole story again for the fourth time?"

You were making an excuse to talk to him longer. He found it endearing. His thin lips curled into a smile, he shook his head. He looked down at the file he gripped on tightly, so tightly that the sweat of his palm began to warp the material. "In this office, we value being thorough..." The phone rang, cutting his lecture off. Tommy looked down again. He recognized the code written on the file, he even recognized the handwriting. It was from a case Carolyn Polhemus had worked on with Rusty Sabich.

You exhaled dramatically and let the phone ring three times before picking it up. You repeated your greeting like a robot, expecting the caller to insist you made Raymond magically appear so they could talk to him.

"It's you." A familiar voice resonated through the phone. Rusty was calling. "Hi." You could practically hear him smile. "I was just wondering if you saw my stapler anywhere. Ray always steals it, and..."

"We also value respect around here." Tommy pulled your attention back to you, annoyed that you picked up the phone without excusing yourself. "Anyway." Another grin, another wave of shivers. He rambled about how you should stick to your tasks, how you would be a better secretary if you did not go snooping around people's trash. Apparently, he could not even begin to comprehend the concept of a simple mistake.

You narrowed your eyes while he continued his monologue. You could not believe what your left ear heard, as your right ear burned against the phone while it perceived words about Raymond's kleptomaniac's tendencies regarding office supplies. You tried to breathe through your nose to calm down. Overwhelmed. Overstimulated. You wanted this day to be over.

"Am I disturbing something? I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother..." Rusty frowned, trying to recognize the other voice he heard. He could not see the scene, but he started to imagine the agitation. "Who's with you?"

Tommy's expression faded into a dark one. Annoyance, perhaps. You could not read him well and you certainly did not want to. He gave you... Ick. There was something else, a spark in his eyes that made you swallow a knot of nerves stuck in your throat. "Evidence from a trial is not to be messed with. I hope you learned your lesson. Or maybe... You wanted to see me. So we could have a little talk just the two of us. And the problem is that you can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"

You scoffed. "That's inappropriate." Tommy was not annoyed. He was aroused. There was a double meaning to his words that made you sick to your stomach. He lost no time defending himself, hiding behind his inflated ego to justify how his comment was perfectly normal.

Rusty had trouble discerning a single thing from the word vomit that fell out of his colleague's mouth. He tried to inquire about what was happening in vain. He had to pull the handset away from his ear, Tommy and you argued in full volume. However, Rusty heard one thing before you violently hung up the phone, forcing it back into the receptacle. He remained unsure of who you directed your rage-filled words to.

"Go fuck yourself!"

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"Go fuck yourself! Go fuck yourself! Go fuck yourself!"

The sound of your voice echoed in Rusty's mind. It had been all he could think about. He was fixated. Obsessed.

He replayed the scene over and over again. By now, he understood you spat these words out at Tommy.

Rusty spat on his hand, squeezing it around his cock that he pumped to full hardness.

You sounded like a broken record in his head. By now, he still did not understand why these words had such an effect on him.

His left hand dived into the teal laundry basket, feeling around. He pulled out the towel he used after his session on the treadmill earlier. He also pulled out a bunched up piece of black fabric. The plastic basket was roughly pushed to the side before Rusty flattened the towel on the counter. His right hand moved up and down on his cock, he was desperate for some relief.

You spent so much time with Tommy. Too much time. Why? Why did you spend time with Tommy? All the small talk by the coffee machine or the elevator. Why was Tommy going down in the elevator with you? Why was it always him?

Rusty pulled his hand away from his cock that twitched. He looked down at the counter, grabbing a clothespin to fidget with. He was thankful there was a window before him and not a mirror.

A pathetic sight.

He pulled his sweatpants down below his ass, a drop of precum even left a wet stain on the front. His cock throbbed with the desire to be touched again. His thoughts fought an unfair race.

He wanted to think of you.

But he was thinking of Tommy. Of his jealousy towards Tommy. He could not see straight. Rusty was too blinded by his insatiable lust to remember all of the times he caught you grimacing after Tommy walked away, flinching when Tommy initiated physical contact with a squeeze of your shoulder or a pat on your lower back. You hated Tommy. Rusty hated Tommy.

"Go fuck yourself!"

You resisted Tommy. Why were you not resisting him? Why were you always so pleasant and nice with him? Rusty remained charming and resourceful. When it came to working his way through a case or helping you with a task Raymond gave you that seemed way above your skill set, he was the smartest guy in the room.

Rusty was stupid for wanting to think of you.

He dropped the wooden clothespin on the counter and proceeded to continue. His dominant hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his long fingers grazed over his balls. His left hand brushed over the bunched up fabric. Clumsily, he unfolded it and it revealed to be a pair of panties.

He should think of Barbara.

He brought the panties up to his nose. He brought his hand up to his tip. That would work. That usually worked. It had not worked for a long time, but... But it had to work right now.

He inhaled her scent and he moaned. "Good. Keep going." He traced his fingertip over his slit, smearing the precum over it while he relaxed. He closed his eyes, images of Barbara flashed. His face buried in the crook of her neck, his eyes blinded by the black curls of her hair, his hands squeezing on the soft flesh of her ass. He kept going. He kept thinking of Barbara.

Barbara's features started to morph with yours. He imagined your smile. He imagined your curves. He imagined the sound of your voice moaning his name.

"Fuck!" Rusty shouted. His thin upper lip curled in frustration. His face twisted with anger towards himself while his mind became a mosaic crafted with the memories he had of you.

He barely had anything. It was all office related. It was all Raymond related. It was all Tommy related. He barely had any memory alone with you. You should tell him to go fuck himself. You should push him away. You should resist him. Resist. Resist. Resist.

He needed to resist you.

He wrapped Barbara's panties around his cock and he used them to jerk off. His shoulders loosened up. The fabric dragged over his cock, a familiar sensation that used to make him climax effortlessly. Just the thought of it would make him hard.

Like a fetish. His wife's panties used to work like magic. It could work again. He needed it to work again.

He threw his head back, his eyes fluttered close. "That's it, that's it. Feels so fucking good..." He mumbled. His hand and the panties blurred together while he stroked himself hard and fast. He fought the frustration with pathetic desperation. You appeared in his mind again.

Like a fetish. He could not get rid of his thoughts of you. A fixation. An obsession.

Rusty tightened the grip on his cock. The panties got bunched up at the base, caressing his sack deliciously while he focused on his leaking tip. His breath came in short gasps. He felt so close.

His balls tightened, his orgasm imminent. He propped himself up a bit on the tip of his toes. Just high enough. Quick strokes. Tight quick strokes.

Would you jerk him off this way if he begged you to? Did you even think about jerking him off? Or would you tell him to go fuck himself?

He groaned, he fought the urge to close his eyes so he could aim at the towel.

Did you ever think about the two of you fucking? On his desk. Against the wall. On the floor. He did. He thought about it many times. A fixation. An obsession.

"Fuck yes!" He cried out when he spilled all over the towel. His entire body tensed up. Ropes of white cum painted the navy blue towel. It felt so good to cum for you. It would feel even better to cum inside of you.

He slowed the movements of his hand and squeezed the remaining of his release on the cumrag. He set his feet flat again, his chest heaved while he panted.

For a moment, a moment that did not last long enough, his mind seemed blank. No imagery, no thought. A void. It was peaceful, but volatile.

He opened the door of the washing machine and threw in his cumrag and Barbara's underwear after he wiped his cock clean with them. He added the rest of the dirty laundry and poured a generous amount of detergent with the hope it would wash away what happened.

Rusty noticed a spurt of his cum squirted on the counter top. He grabbed the small tissue box and wiped it clean. He shook his head, unsatisfied. He rummaged through the cabinet and found cleaning wipes. He dragged the wipe over the counter with force until it started to tear up.

He looked out at the window. Rained poured outside, the clouds looked menacing. A bad omen.

Later, he would tell himself this was inoffensive. He could be very convincing, very persuasive. He would make himself believe this was not harmful. He used Barbara's panties. He finished on a cumrag. How could it be harmful if he did not even touch you?

He never touched you. He needed to touch you.

He would fixate on you. He would obsess over you until you granted him the privilege to touch you.

*~*~*

Exactly a week after the incident, you returned to the office with Raymond. He handed you a box, the type of boxes they used to store files. He had already found you another place to work in a less anxiety inducing setting. He reassured you that your departure would not inconvenient you in the future. He also mumbled something about how he would like to have a word with Fuck-Thing One and Fuck-Thing Two. You figured who carried these endearing pet names.

Rusty came into work every morning this week with the hope of bumping into you. Nobody had warned him about how you had been strongly advised to quit. He could tell Raymond was grumpy and Tommy was annoyed. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You leaned the box on your hip and put in the few belongings you had brought to Raymond's office. A set of highlighters with two missing colours, a box of cookies that only had a sleeve left in it, a pad of sticky notes with a smiley face scribbled on it. It felt as though you had never even walked up those infamous stairs in front of the building. You assumed everyone would forget about your short employment, like you had never worked here at all. You gave the stuffy room one last look before you closed the door behind you.

There was nothing out of the ordinary except for the knock on his door during lunch break despite it being wide open. "Come in." He invited you after you waited patiently outside. A patience he could not reciprocate. Not around you.

"Hi, Sir." You took a couple of steps in his office while the man leaned back on his chair, spinning slowly from left to right.

"Screw that." He brushed the formalities away with his hand. "No Sir or Mister with me. Didn't I tell you this on your first day?"

And on your last day too.

His eyes glanced from your beautiful face to what you carried in your arms. "Box full of stuff. That's bad news." Rusty's enthusiastic smile faded. He had waited so long to see you and now you were going away. Bad news indeed.

"Bad? Depends for who." You chuckled dryly. "I'm happy to get away from him."

Rusty nodded, acknowledging what you referred to. "Office gossip. It goes around." You arched a curious brow. "Rumour has it he's not happy."

You laughed, this time more genuinely. You looked at the content of the box, remembering what you came here for. You set the box down on a chair across Rusty's desk and you pulled out the stapler he asked for the other day. "Better late than never."

He stretched an arm across his desk to grab it, his fingers brushed against yours. He wondered if you felt the shock that went through his hand when your skin touched his. Sparks? Probably just static electricity. Rusty tilted his head back to look at you.

"I didn't come here for the stapler... Ray definitely stole it. He always steals things. He says it's endearing, it means he loves you. In my opinion, he probably thinks everything is free real estate." You reacted to your own amusing comment.

Oh how Rusty loved the sound of your laughter. Tommy would be jealous of him if he knew how many times he heard it, how many times he made you laugh.

"You've been working with Ray for how long?" Rusty opened his mouth to tell you the number of years, but you cut him off. "A hundred years or something? And you didn't know that! Wow." You clicked your tongue, mocking him like you truly disapproved of his ignorance.

His smirk turned into a frown of confusion when you quickly switched the topic.

"I came here to apologize for lashing out at you the other day. I was yelling at Tommy, not you. But yeah, I just wanted to say sorry. And goodbye."

"Don't even worry about it." He held his hands on his thighs. "I figured you weren't talk to me. One way or another... You would have ended up telling me to fuck off anyway."

You reacted to his words, squinting your eyes while trying to figure out what he meant. While Tommy had been nothing but a pain in the ass, Rusty revealed himself as one of the nicest people you met in the office. He brought you a cup of coffee, remembered how you preferred it. He paid for yours and Raymond's lunches so he could tag along. You smiled to yourself, remembering your stressful first day and the way it took the two of you to fix the printer by getting a scrunched sheet of paper unstuck.

Rusty caught that small smile of yours and he mirrored your expression. Silence lingered in the office one moment too long. His gaze lingered on you one moment too long as well. He swallowed thickly and fixed his tie back in his vest.

"Well..." You put the lid on the almost empty box and picked it up. You turned on your heels and headed in direction of the glass door.

Rusty was not ready to watch you leave just yet. "Got anything lined up? I can write you good references if you need. Whatever you need." His voice dropped to a whisper with the last three words.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine, but I appreciate the offer." You explained what Raymond did, The old man called up a few connections, offering a round of beers at the bar as a thank you for the special treatment. "Although I'll have to work on my language, or so I've been told." You rolled your eyes playfully.

Rusty did not understand why it had been such an issue. He would have lost his job a long time ago on the basis of telling people to fuck off one too many times.

"Whatever that new place is, I'm just happy that it's Tommy Molto-free."

"I'll... We. I mean we'll miss having you around!" Rusty slipped up, his nostrils flaring while he inhaled deeply to try and dissipate the potential awkwardness.

You answered that you had a good time, that you appreciated his help. It felt so good to hear these words of praise from you.

"You know, after a while... I'm sure you'll end up missing Tommy too."

You basically cackled at his words, now stepping out of the glass door. "Oh, fuck you, Rusty."

"Fuck me?" He raised his voice so you could hear him loud and clear.

You remained immobile to let him finish.

"Is that a threat?" He pulled his glasses off in one swift motion and let them fall on his desk covered in scattered papers. "Or a promise?"

[aheathen-conceivably]

My fellow Cajun simblr out here giving a shout out to our people…I grew up in one of the hotheads of Cajun country. My grandparents are some of the few people I know who still speak our native French, and even they don’t remember much of it. This is a lovely story about lovely people, if you’re ever interested ❤️

To my previous post...

If you are curious about the history of the Cajun people of Louisiana, a refugee people who became exiles, whose culture and heritage is slowly dying out, their language (a purely spoken tradition) heard by very few nowadays (discouraged, punished and nearly stamped out by the government), you can watch this short documentary called Against the Tide - The Cajun Story.

[plussizedreader]

Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

[annymation]

How would Asha, Aster, and Chiara react if they found out that a random firefly-addicted boy named Raymond was liking Evangeline?

Judge me, but I'm loving this family dinamic

I don't judge ya, I love writing them too.

For her dad first: I can't imagine Aster being like those stereotypical dads we see in movies that is all intimidating on the boyfriend like "So, what are your intentions with my little girl?" no, not Aster, and not because he doesn't care, it's just that he sees no malice in anyone, so if Evangeline came home with a boy, Aster would be like Mulan's grandma:

As for Asha, she'd also be happy and encouraging, though maybe the firefly obsession would tick her off a bit and she'd have some questions about where does that come from, though I guess she'd gladly listen to Raymond geeking out about them like a nerd for hours. I guess she'd also give some mom advice about taking things slow, to which Evangeline would just respond with "You and dad fell in love in one day, you don't get to ask me to "take things slow" mom" with a playful sarcasm.

And Finally, her sis wouldn't really live with them most of the time since she has to stay in the sky, but I'm sure she'd use her powers to throw some magic intervention to help her sister out during dates.

So yeah, pretty wholesome family :)

[jjhoa]

The Fireflies

In a mysterious, isolated land lies the forest of everlasting darkness. Sunlight does not find its way here; upon entering, the light from outside is suspsended, replaced by a bioluminescent glow that spreads throughout the forest. Here lives the mysterious tribe, commonly referred to as the 'Fireflies' for their glowing features. The Fireflies live amongst organisms that radiate light, relying on their glow to navigate ways and survive; however, one day, the animals and plants start to lose their brilliance. Engulfed in shadow, they become hostile creatures—The Fireflies must find a way to regain the light. 

1. Dayla, the archer

Laconic yet concise, the Archer is an essential part of the team; she's in charge of striking the creature at its weakness to illuminate a target point that others can see. As an exceptionally loyal member, she's willing to follow the Pathfinder's orders without hesitation; to anyone who shows even a hint of doubt, she shows deep disdain.

2. Adler, the hunter

As the main attacker of the team, the Hunter is a young and brave soul that sometimes may come off as reckless. He takes great confidence in his talents, and although his ego sometimes gets the best of him, nobody can deny his skill with weapons. He tries his best to cooperate and listen to directions, albeit his individualistic side often shows. He respects the Pathfinder, but doesn't get along with the Archer.

3. Raymond, the pathfinder

The Pathfinder is in charge of researching the creatures, creating a plan, and giving out orders at the time of battle. An expert at impromptu, he manages to bring the team to its utmost potential in every situation. Away from technical skills, he also has a knack for interpersonal management, always taking the arguing Archer and Hunter to a consensus; it's safe to say that without him, the team would fall apart immediately.

[bloodsalted]

get to know the mun.☺

what's your phone wallpaper: post-apocalyptic steampunk bernie sanders. yeah. you read that right. ilovebernieok? last song you listened to: moving on (so long) - blue october (one day justin's gonna be a hunter, vampire or werewolf i write inspired by his lovely self. i adore that man.) currenly reading: nothing at the moment. partner's replies. what tops that? nothin'. last movie: abigail. (yeah. we watched the same movie last. lol!) last show: supernatural rewatch. still neck deep. what are you wearing right now?: stitch nightie. ♡ how tall are you?: 5'5" piercings / tattoos?: tons of tattoos no piercings. arms, leg, back of neck, thigh, shoulder. bernie sanders, a mardi gras scene with voodoo dolls and a voodoo hello kitty, the gate for the saint louis cemetery in new orleans, another voodoo doll on my leg with a heartagram symbol wrapped around it, a heartagram on the back of my neck, a tim burton style kitty on my shoulder, 4711 from rocky horror on my thigh, a door marking from hurricane katrina, raymond from princess and the frog. finishing my mardi gras scene soon. going to redo raymond's lining cause he faded from a thin needle and put a sky in. then move onto my medusa tattoo next! glasses / contacts: glasses! last thing you ate?: peanut butter sammich. favourite colour: dark green, teal like that color of really teal green blue water omg so much, burnt orange, wine colored purple and black. current obsession: umm. castiel? dean? crowley. sam. supernatural in general cause i'm way in deep, thanks sarah. my dogs. always my music. do you have a crush right now?: i got a crush on chris evans? like always. favourite fictional character: carol peletier, daryl dixon, tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam and dean winchester, crowley, castiel, eric draven, the firefly family from rob zombie's house of 1000 corpses universe, dexter, hannibal, deadpool, beetlejuice, r from warm bodies, mad sweeney, laura moon, & so so many more. last place you travelled: seattle.

TAGGED BY: @theirmadness TAGGING: all of u. period. do the thing.

[disneydarlin]

Disney's the Princess & the Frog: Ray —Aesthetic

Raymond's Character & Personality

Raymond, or Ray for short, is an old Cajun firefly from the Louisiana Bayou of New Orleans. He lives there alongside his massive family. With his age, Ray is quite intelligent and wise. He's also family-oriented. This exceeds to Ray's lover, Evangeline, who was a firefly prior to passing away and becoming the evening star. The firefly is friendly, helpful and has a big heart. Due to this, he's extremely loyal to his loved ones. In addition, Ray is extremely generous and helps others without expecting any reward. He enjoys music, singing, zydeco, joking around and entertaining guests of all kind. Beyond this, Ray has no real fear. Although he's undeniably sweet, the firefly quite eccentric, as he's very excitable in spite of serious situations.

[herroyalbubbliness]

MASTERLIST

Let's talk series and movies

Series:

1. Afro beats: The Backstory

2. Alchemy of Souls

3. A Teacher

4. Black Bird

5. Blacklist

Raymond Reddington

The Inner Voice

6. Blood & Water S2

7. Bridgerton

Quick Thoughts on S2

Additional Thoughts

8. Chernobyl

9. Cowboy Bebop

10. Echoes

11. Firefly Lane

12. Gilded Age

S1E1

S1E5

13. Godfather of Harlem: Home

14 Gossip Girl:

Gossip Girl Reboot S1E4

Gossip Girl Reboot S1E5

16. Inventing Anna

Gossip Girl Reboot S1E6

15. Interview With The Vampire

In Throes of Increasing Wonder

17. Killing Eve:

Villanelle

Villanelle 2

Is there really a side to pick?

Can't help but think of Villanelle

Parallels

It breaks my heart

18. Leverage: Redemption

Thoughts on S1E1-S1E8

Thoughts on S1E9-S1E16

Thoughts on S2E1-S2E3

19. Lucifer

A Scene From S4E1

S6-The Finale

20. Money Heist P1V1

21. Never Have I Ever: A Celebration of Quirks

22. Power Book II

S2E2: Selfless Acts...?

S2E8

Detective Diana

23. P-Valley

S2E8

S2E9

I miss the valley already

24. Scenes From a Marriage

S1E3

S1E4

25. Severance

26. Sex Education

27. Shadow and Bone:

Kaz Brekker

Matthias Helvar

General Kirigan

28. Ted Lasso

Intro

S2E12

Fatherhood

29. Tell Me Lies

30. The Bold Type

31. The Chair

32. The Handmaid's Tale

33. This World Can't Tear Me Down

S4E10

S5

34. The Time Traveler's Wife

35. The Witcher

S2 Intro

Who is a Monster Really?

Don't You Just Love Their Banter?

MINE

Scars To Your Perfect Ying Yang

I want to be powerful

Parallels

Kim Bodnia

The Darkness Growing Within

36. Virgin River S4

37. What If...?S1E2

38. Why Women Kill

39. You

S3

Film

1. Don't Look Up

2. Encanto

3. Everything Everywhere All At Once

4. Free Guy

5. Gunpowder Milkshake

6. Help (Channel4)

7. King Richard

8. Kissing Girl Booth 3

10. Passing

11. Taylor Swift - All Too Well

12. Tick, Tick... Boom

13. The Harder They Fall

14. The Last Duel

15. The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

16. The Suicide Squad (2021)

17. The Tragedy of Macbeth

18. Vivo

[ofanna-arendelle]

Task 10

Alien - Javi Jookiba

Angel - Peter Pan

Black Widow - Rosamund Van Der Woodsen

Blue (2) - Ashley Quinlan

Bookmark - Wendy Darling

Bumble Bee - Honeymaren

Busy Bee - Honey Lemon

Chick - Fawn Fauna

Chipmunk - Kronk Caberra

Cobra Bubbles - Lilo Pelekai

Cube - Elsabeth Arendelle

Daddy Cool - Lucius Best

Darwin - Gwen Pleakley Dashing Rogue - Flynn Rider

Dodgson - Alice Little

Elle Woods 4 President  - Travis Montgomery

Firefly - Raymond Bug

Frankenstein - Broden “Barrel” Borror

Friend of Dorothy's - Sunny Scamsalot

Ghost - Zach Casper

Grape - Rachel Crowne

Highscore - Ralph Wreczycki

Hollywood - Minnie Myshkin

Hot Wheels - Freddie Slothmore

Icon - Iridessa Sol

Invisible - Violet Parr

Kettle - Miriam Potts

Luck - Oz Borror

Makeover - Morgan

Maps - Barbie Mattel

Marshmallow - Ollie Malo

Mustang - Colt Phillips

One of a Kind - Reagan Rackett

Paws - Adam Legrand

Pearls - Ella Fontaine

Picture Perfect - Ashley Tomassion

Pink Tiara - Charlotte LaBouff

Princess - Marie Beaumont

Red - Lady Lannister

Regina George - Anastasia Tremaine

River - Sabrina Ogawa

Romeo - Toulouse Beaumont

Smarty Spice - Abby Mallard

Songbird - Sofia Bach

Speedy - Vidia Brisa

Spool - Sally Finkelstein

Storybook - Jim Hawkins

Tails - Rowan Rackett

Trending - Arista Neptune

Tweet  - Penelope Deery

Whiskers - Remy Reinhardt

[mxmorganmorph]

Task 10: Super Sleuth

Here are my guesses.

Alien - Javi Jookiba

Angel - Peter Pan

Black Widow - Rosamund Van Der Woodsen

Blue (1) - Edmund Charming

Blue (2) - Ashley Quinlan

Bookmark - Wendy Darling

Bumble Bee - Honeymaren

Busy Bee - Honey Lemon

Captain - Amelia Smollett

Chick - Fawn Fauna

Chipmunk - Kronk Caberra

Chocolate - Anna Arendelle

Cobra Bubbles - Lilo Pelekai

Cube - Elsabeth Arendelle

Daddy Cool - Lucius Best

Dashing Rogue - Flynn Rider

Dodgson - Alice Little

Elle Woods 4 President - Travis Montgomery

Firefly - Raymond Bug

Friend of Dorothy’s - Sunny Scamsalot

Ghost - Zach Casper

Grape - Rachel Crowne

Hollywood - Minnie Myshkin

Hot Wheels - Freddie Slothmore

Icon - Iridessa Sol

Invisible - Violet Parr

Kettle - Miriam Potts

Luck - Oz Borror

Maps - Barbie Mattel

Marshmallow - Ollie Malo

Mustang - Colt Phillips

Paws - Adam Legrand

Pearls - Ella Fontaine

Picture Perfect - Ashley Tomassion

Pink Tiara - Charlotte LaBouff

Princess - Marie Beaumont

Red - Lady Lannister

Regina George - Anastasia Tremaine

River - Sabrina Ogawa

Romeo - Toulouse Beaumont

Smarty Spice - Abby Mallard

Songbird - Sofia Bach

Speedy - Vidia Brisa

Spool - Sally Finkelstein

Star - Penny Forrester

Storybook - Jim Hawkins

Sunny - Sally Carerra

Tails - Rowan Rackett

Trending - Arista Neptune

Tweet - Penelope Deery

Whiskers - Remy Reinhardt

[happiestplacehq]

Find Your Valentine !!

Below the cut you will find the list revealing the identity of each codename. As mentioned, it is now your responsibility to reach out to your partners and get threads going.

[Here] is a link to the latest starter masterlist for the event. According to our poll, the option with the most votes was Spin That Wheel, Babyyyy so a post will be up shortly for how that works.

Linked [here] is a list of the paired codenames for you to reference. Winners for the guessing game will be messaged tomorrow.

Alien - Javi Jookiba

Angel - Peter Pan

Black Widow - Rosamund Van Der Woodsen

Blue (1) - Edmund Charming

Blue (2) -  Ashley Quinlan

Bookmark - Wendy Darling

Bumble Bee - Honeymaren

Busy Bee - Honey Lemon

Captain - Amelia Smollett

Chick - Fawn Fauna

Chipmunk - Kronk Cabrera

Chocolate - Anna Arendelle

Cobra Bubbles - Lilo Pelekai

Cube - Elsabeth Arendelle

Daddy Cool - Lucius Best

Darwin - Gwen Pleakley

Dashing Rogue - Flynn Rider

Dodgson - Alice Little

Elle Woods 4 President - Travis Montgomery

Firefly - Raymond Bug

Frankenstein - Broden “Barrel” Borror

Friend of Dorothy's - Sunny Scamsalot

Ghost - Zach Casper

Grape - Rachel Crowne

Highscore - Ralph Wreczycki

Hollywood - Minnie Myshkin

Hot Wheels - Freddie Slothmore

Icon - Iridessa Sol

Invisible - Violet Parr

Kettle - Miriam Potts

Luck - Oz Borror

Makeover - Morgan

Maps - Barbie Mattel

Marshmallow - Ollie Malo

Mustang - Colt Phillips

One of a Kind - Reagan Rackett

Paws - Adam Legrand

Pearls - Ella Fontaine

Picture Perfect Ashley Tomassian

Pink Tiara - Charlotte La Bouff

Princess - Marie Beaumont

Red - Lady Lannister

Regina George - Anastasia Tremaine

River - Sabrina Ogawa

Romeo - Toulouse Beaumont

Smarty Spice - Abby Mallard

Songbird - Sofia Bach

Speedy - Vidia Brisa

Spool - Sally Finkelstein

Star - Penny Forrester

Storybook - Jim Hawkins

Sunny - Sally Carrera

Tails - Rowan Rackett

Trending - Arista Neptune

Tweet  - Penelope Deery

Whiskers - Remy Reinhardt

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

About me my name is Laura i'm born in the 90's MMPR came out the year before I was born, i love to read i'm a beta reader and book reviewer. I own 311 R.L. Stine books a ton of Nancy Drew books and about 100 other books.

My favorite genres are mystery, murder mystery, horror, thriller, suspense, ya, teen and children.

My favorite author's are R.L. Stine, Carolyn Keene, Diane Hoh, A Bates, Michael grant, tikiri herath, Candace Robinson, Barbara venkataraman and Hudson warm.

My favorite TV shows are flashpoint, castle, Power Rangers, law and order svu, rookie blue, alias, firefly, jem and the holograms, felicity, veronica mars, goosebumps, dead of summer, eye candy, FBI, the rookie, the rookie feds the amazing race, dancing with the stars, endurance, flight 29 down, battlebots, Dr pimple popper, dynasty, covert affairs and hardy boys Nancy Drew mysteries. 

TV show I have watched a lot of are

Rugrats, Mythbusters, yes dear, friends, everybody loves Raymond, the king of Queens, the golden girls, full house, the Brady bunch,  star trek next generation, gilligan's island, gunsmoke, the big valley, the Andy Griffith show, the munsters, the honeymooners, M.A.S.H., supernanny with jo frost, I love Lucy, Rizzoli and isles, fear factor, the apprentice, worst cooks in america, america's funniest home videos, thirty minute meals with Rachel ray, survivor man with Les stroud, dual survival, how it's made, naked and afraid, north woods law, the people's court, judge Judy, judge Alex, judge hatchett, christina's court, judge mathis, judge joe brown And yes I have watched my feet are killing me. A ton of kid shows on nick,  cartoon network and Disney.

Some of my favorite bands and artists are

Celine Dion I came out of the womb listening to her, Stacie orrico the first album I remember buying. Aqua, Roxette, Daze, toy-box, hit' n' hide, Amy jo Johnson, jo jo, the Jonas Brothers, Anastacia, heart, Eurythmics, Phil Collins, Katy perry, Hannah Montana the bee gees and big time rush to name a few I also own a lot of Taylor swift and enjoy the the backstreet boys. My mom loves tina turner and my dad loves stevie nicks, they are both amazing artists.

As for movies, I have seen all of the Star Wars movies. I am evidence is a great documentary that mariska hargitay did on ending the backlog of untested rape kits. 

My favorite movies are

 Jumanji, the Poseidon Adventure, Night of the comet, panic room, flight plan, contact, rv, mmpr the movie, aquamarine, turbo a power rangers movie, perfect body, stick it, home alone, the hunger games, spy kids jurassic park despicable me, secret life of pets, princess diaries, scooby doo, was a huge fan of Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, I really like Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli  films. Anything Nancy drew related, Pixar or Disney anime is cool.

Some of my social media pages are :  

my tumblr https://takeeachdayonebookatatime.tumblr.com/

My twitter https://twitter.com/Laura8759 Has 243 followers 

my Instagram https://www.instagram.com/laura8759/

I also have a goodreads

here is a  page full of 122 reviews

https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/28121506-laura8759?page=1&shelf=review

[aster-spiral-30]

Hopefully Alastor gets dragged to Double Hell.

(Dr. Facilier was presumably dragged to regular Hell. However, his crimes were far less severe than Alastor’s are. Except when he killed Raymond the firefly near the end of the movie)

Hey Viv, Disney called, they want their voodoo witch doctor back.