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a whole bunch of rhythm doctor fan kids! (including @granat-sof @tricklingm0nsters @megaminerjenny and @emphasis-on-the-oopsie's designs)

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lowkey us tbh… hear me out 😔

AAA MY TWO WIFEYS!!! this is SO us im going insane 😭😭😭

[paigesbasketball]

Under Oath

Prologue

NEW YORK CITYThe buzz of the city below barely reached the quiet sanctuary of my office, high above the chaos. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a sprawling view of Manhattan, but I was too busy typing away at my desk to notice. At 25, I had accomplished what most could only dream of—an undergraduate degree from Syracuse, a law degree from Yale, and a career as one of New York’s rising legal stars.

I was in the zone, preparing briefs for my next high-profile meeting, when my secretary, Sammy, knocked on the doorframe. “Ms. Johnson, you have a call from UCONN on line two.”

I froze. UCONN. Just hearing the name stirred an old, bitter ache. It wasn’t my pain, exactly—it was my sister’s. Her time there had been a nightmare, filled with humiliation and hardship. Picking up this call felt almost like a betrayal of everything she’d endured. But duty called. I sighed, composed myself, and answered, “This is Catayela Johnson, Esq. How may I help you?” My voice was professional, but there was a tinge of annoyance. People rarely called my office without an appointment—it was practically an unwritten law.

The voice on the other end made me pause.

“Hey, girl! How’s it going? Are you free right now?”

I blinked in surprise. “KK Arnold?”

Most people knew KK as a lively, chatty social media personality, but I knew her differently. She was my childhood best friend, the one who had been my rock through thick and thin. Without her, I doubted I’d even be here today.

“Girly, I’m never free,” I teased, “but I think I can make an exception. What’s up?”

Her voice shifted, becoming unusually serious. “Would you come to UCONN?”

I laughed nervously. “KK, I told you I’d catch one of your games someday. It’s just been hard—”

She cut me off sharply. “It’s not about that. It’s a legal matter.”

The shift in her tone immediately put me on edge. Concern crept into my voice. “Does this need to be handled at UCONN, or can you come to my office?”

There was a muffled sound on the line—whispers I couldn’t quite make out. My worry deepened. “KK? HELLO?”

“Oh, sorry!” she said, snapping back. “I think it’s best if you come up here tomorrow.”

“Alright,” I said, already mentally rearranging my schedule. “I’ll clear my day. See you tomorrow.”

As I hung up, I leaned back in my chair, staring out the window. What could KK have gotten herself into? “Sammy,” I called out, “cancel my meeting tomorrow. Just one, right?”

She nodded and immediately set to work.

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AT UCONNKK’s POV

The team stood around me, their expressions a mix of anticipation and skepticism. I tucked my phone away and turned to face them.

“She said she’ll talk to me tomorrow,” I announced, shrugging. “So I guess we’re driving to New York.”

Confusion rippled through the group. Jana tilted her head. “Wait—did she say we all could come to the office, or just you?”

I hesitated but brushed it off with a grin. “Okay, fine—she technically said just me. But trust me, she won’t mind. I’ve known her my whole life.”

Jana didn’t look entirely convinced, but before she could argue, I threw my arms up. “Alright, Huskies! Next stop: New York!”

The team broke into excited chatter, but I noticed one person hanging back. Paige sat in the corner, her expression distant and sad.

“What’s up, Captain? You look like you just lost a game,” I said, nudging her playfully.

Paige glanced at me, her blue eyes glassy. “I need a different lawyer,” she said softly.

I blinked, confused. “Wait—I just got us one. And trust me, she’s good. Top-tier. Yale graduate. One of the best in the city!”

“It’s not about that,” Paige said, shaking her head. “It’s…personal.”

I frowned. “Personal? What are you talking about?”

She hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I knew her when we were kids. It didn’t end well. She’d never willingly help me—not after what I did.”

“What could you have possibly done?” I asked, stunned.

Paige’s voice dropped to a near whisper. “Something unforgivable. And the worst part? I still have feelings for her.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re joking.”

She gave a bitter laugh. “I wish I were. But trust me—what I did was bad enough that she’d refuse to help me, even under oath. ”

[ninii-winchester]

You’d never know (Final)

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.8k

Warnings : slight angst, fluff, steamy kisses (?)

A/n : just so you know I’m not a doctor.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

"I just had a vision." Patience announced.

Claire who had been sobbing in Kaia's arms, looked up at her expectantly. She had been feeling guilty knowing it was meant for her but Y/n had saved her. She hated it, it was always Sam, Dean and Y/n saving her every damn time.

"What? What is it?" The blonde girl asked, looking at the psychic with hopeful eyes.

"She'll live." The moment Patience said that, couple of relived breaths were heard along with a flapping of wings.

Castiel appeared at the boatyard and knelt beside Y/n's almost lifeless body. Dean looked at his best friend with relief and gratefulness.

"I came as soon as Sam called." Cas said placing his hand over the wound, he couldn't heal her completely since he was not at his full potential but he managed to close the wound enough to stop the bleeding, however the wound was still present. Her heart rate had picked up and was beating steadily but she remained unconscious. "You need to take her to the hospital right now." The Angel added.

Dean didn't waste a second before hauling her up in his arms and running out of the boatyard. The others followed behind. While Sam and Cas went to the hospital with Dean, Jody and Donna took the girls back home, with the promise of coming to see her soon.

They arrived at the hospital soon enough and Y/n was taken to the ER. Dean had spent the past hour pacing around the hallway.

"Sammy, thank you for calling Cas. She wouldn't have made it, had you not. God I wasn't even in my senses....I" Dean rambled nervously walking back and forth, waiting for the doctors to tell him something, anything. After an hour or so a doctor emerged from the room.

"Y/n Paige's next of kin?" The doctor called out and Dean's pacing came to a halt.

"It's me." He said walking up to the doctor.

"You're her?" The doctor questioned.

"Husband." Dean nodded trying to look convincing enough. "I'm her husband."

"Well Mr. Paige your wife's condition is stable for now. The stab wound was pretty deep, but it managed to avoid any vital organs or nerve damage. We've cleaned and closed the wound. But we still need to keep her under observation for a few days. And she needs to rest." The doctors words seemed to ease Dean out of his misery. "Your wife is a lucky one Mr. Paige, and one hell of a fighter." That made Dean smile a bit. "A wound like that," the doctor trailed off with a sputter. "God saved her." He added. Dean looked back his best friend, mentally correcting the doctor.

It wasn't God who saved her, it was an Angel of the Lord.

"Can i see her, doctor?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Sure we'll shift her to a private room and then you can see her. Although she might be asleep for a long time." The doctor said before he left.

Sam came behind his brother and patted him on the back. Uncharacteristically Dean turned around and hugged his brother, shuddering a bit as he did so. He was about to lose the love of his life. Had it not been his brother's quick thinking, he would've lost her forever. Sam happily returned his brother's embrace, hoping to provide him with a sense of comfort.

After Y/n was shifted to a private room, Dean went in to see her. He settled on the chair beside her bed. His hand found hers and he held onto it for dear life. He pressed a kiss to get knuckles before he spoke,

"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry. Please just wake up." Dean sniffled a bit resting his head on her hand. "I love you. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Dean didn't know when he fell asleep but he expected Y/n to be awake he woke up. Much to his dismay she wasn't. It was around three in the morning, The machines in the room were beeping steadily, and he had hoped for her to wake up soon. The more he waited the more anxious he felt. Thousands of what ifs creeped up in his mind. What if she doesn't wake up? What if she doesn't forgive me? Hell what if she doesn't remember me?

Three hours later, Dean felt her move. Her fingers brushed against his' as she slowly blinked her eyes open. She immediately closed them back due to the bright lights. She blinked slowly before opening her eyes again.

"Dean?"

"Goodness baby you're awake." Dean sat up straight, relieved as ever. "I'm gonna get the doctor. The doctor checked her vitals and asked her basic questions. After the doctor was sure she was okay, he left the room.

"Do you need anything? Is anything hurting?" Dean asked standing beside her bed.

"Water please." Dean nodded and grabbed her a glass of water, bringing it near her face to help her drink it.

"Why?" Y/n whispered. Dean froze as he was putting away the glass. He hadn't expected her to jump right to it. He sighed sitting back on the chair.

"Sweetheart-"

"Why did you say that Dean? Has that always been on your mind? Do you think that i don't know what a mother is just because i never had one?" She asked quietly and Dean would've preferred her yelling at him instead of that because her small voice just shattered his heart into a million pieces.

"No, not at all baby I'm so sorry, i really am. I never wanted to say any of that, I wasn't thinking straight." Dean said as softly as possible. "I was just too stressed and she wasn't cooperating and you then you jumped in front of my gun. I just..."

"It doesn't justify your actions, Dean. You knew it was a sensitive subject for me and you just had to home." She cried and he sat on the bed beside her.

"Don't cry baby," he said wiping her years with his thumb. "It was a low blow and i would never forgive myself for what i said. I just need you to know I'm sorry. That i love you. And I'm nothing without you." Dean rested his forehead on hers and she didn't lean away from his touch. "I want you to know that my life literally went to shit since the moment we were apart. Got stuck in a goddamn bad place and you had to come save my ass." She chuckled through her tears. "If only i hadn't been so stupid, you wouldn't be here, I am sorry sweetheart."

"Dean, you hurt me." She said stating the obvious. "I really want to forgive you but it's hard. I need time. I need some time away." Dean's face fell at her words. He wasn't ready to let her go. Not now, not ever. He'd do anything for her to forgive him but he can't let her leave.

"Away?" Y/n nodded looking away. She didn't want to look at him, not when she's vulnerable and emotional. She knows the minute she looks into those mesmerising green eyes she'll fold. And she knows she'll forgive him eventually too but she can't do it right away. She needs to stand her ground.

"Baby I'll do whatever you want me to do just don't go anywhere. I'd do anything. You can't just leave. The bunker's your home, sweetheart. You need to rest and we won't be sure of your safety anywhere else."

"Dean-"

"Anything you want." Dean bargained pleadingly.

"I'll go back to bunker with you, on one condition."

"Anything."

"You'll give me space." Dean didn't want to. He wanted to refuse out right. He just wanted to hold her in his arms for as long he could.

"Let me take care of you until you heal." He caressed her cheek softly. He was making it harder for her than it already was. She was already putty in his hands and she knew she would forgive him sooner than she intended.

"You're so stubborn." Y/n groaned pushing his chest lightly. "Fine." Dean grinned at her placing a soft kiss at her forehead.

After Y/n was discharged from the hospital, Dean drove her back to the bunker. He had been the complete gentleman, from opening the car door for her to carrying her inside the bunker. He even brought her flowers before they left the hospital. He knows he fucked up big time but he's grateful that she intends to forgive him and he will never take that forgiveness for granted.

It took two weeks for Y/n's wound to heal completely and Dean had been going full on mother hen on her all through that time. All through this time Y/n had been distant and aloof. It did dishearten Dean to no end but he wasn’t willing to give up. He was taking care of her in every way possible.  Reprimanding her for walking on her own, not letting her do anything around the bunker, feeding her and reminding her to take her medicines on time. Not to forget bringing her flowers every time he went out.

Another week had passed and Y/n had been sleeping in own room for the past three weeks. She missed Dean. She knew he was remorseful of his actions. She quickly threw the blanket off her legs and made her way towards his room. She knocked on his door. The door opened revealing Dean, looking soft as ever in just a tshirt and sweatpants, his hair a bit ruffled.

"Were you sleeping?" She asked shyly.

"No." His voice a little gruff and tired. He rubbed his eyes with one hand while the other was still at the doorknob. She took a step forward.

"I missed you." She whispered before pressing her lips to his'. He was shocked at first but immediately grabbed the back of her head with his hand and kissed her roughly. The hand in her hair slipped down to her back and further down. He moved his arm under the curve of her rear and she jumped a bit wrapping her legs around his waist. He picked her up effortlessly and closed the door. He took her to bed without breaking the kiss and laying her onto the bed.

"Missed you so much, darling." He mumbled leaving open mouthed kissed onto her neck and jaw. Y/n grabbed the back of his head pulling him up for another steamy kiss. Their lips moved in perfect sync as well as their hearts beats.

"I love you." She murmured against his lips.

"God sweetheart, I love you more." He panted, pulling away, hovering above her. "I swear I'm never gonna do anything like that, ever again." Though his body was fire with insatiable lust but his eyes were filled with sincerity and adoration.

"You better not or else I'll-" He interrupted her threat.

"Cross my heart, baby." He sealed his promise with a passionate kiss.

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[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Regina George as your girlfriend headcannons (Part 4)

To make you jealous on purpose she will say Sammy from jersey shore is kinda cute. And she’ll look at you to see how you respond

So you give her a look. “Oh, really?” You said. “Then go be her girlfriend!” You said. And you were about to walk away.

”Baby no I’m sorry!” Said Regina. She hugged you and put you on her lap. “I don’t want her. I only want you”. Said Regina.

And you smiled. “Besides…I was just testing you”. Regina said to you

You gasped. “Meanie”. You said to her.

She is super faithful to you super loyal to you

Out of all the girls in the school she only has eyes for you

She will hold your hand too and if it’s in front of teachers of the principal she will still hold your hand

She keeps a diary about wha she writes in about you

And every Paige is about how happy you make her and she can’t wait to kiss you everyday

You love laying on top of her while she cuddles you

[lawtiematty]

Why does nika give heavy bisexual vibes maybe that’s why her and Paige were twins twins like they are basically the same omg

it’s so hard to tell with these sports girls, like, nika sometimes gives straight, but then she can be so 😝🤘👊👊 💪ykwim? as a lesbian who’s in love with her, i really want her to be bi, but after that interview that sammi got asked about diversity and inclusion and then nika’s question was about being an ally was really giving straight, sooo…

(and not to be weird, but i can totally see her w a woman, like aubrey and nika?? yanna and nika??? kate and nika?? i could totally see that

[malin-moon]

We've been having a tough time in QL fandom as of late, so I thought I'd throw out another one of my random asks to perhaps lighten things up! If you could recast one of your favorite non-ql dramas and turn it into a QL with your favorite ql actors, which drama would it be and who would you cast as the main characters?

Oh fun!

Okay, so, I'm going to go with Charmed because who wouldn't want a Yuri version of Charmed? I'm going to give it to Thailand and GMM. Hear me out for a minute lol I just have an undying need to feature their amazing female talent that they tragically ignore. And it's my show now so HA!

Here we go!

Thank you @hallowpen for the Thai language help!

Ciize Rutricha as Prue Halliwell

Prue doesn't die in our Yuri version of Charmed OR if she does, it certainly won't be permanent or for very long, we've got magic for heaven's sake. She gets to meet Paige and be the older sister we know and love! Ciize sold me on her ability to play an older sibling with her emotional scene in 23.5. I loved Prue and Andy in the show, so they'll be the pair I put together in my GL world. Same death rules apply to Andy! No exceptions!

Milk Pansa as Piper Halliwell

Piper was always my favorite of the sisters. The middle child with so much responsibility on her shoulders. Milk would EAT. Piper and Leo were the staple couple of the show and they'll remain the same in this version💚 Be still my MuvMuv heart.

June Wanwimol as Phoebe Halliwell

June was the first actress I thought of for this. I think she'd be the perfect fit for Phoebe. Our first divergence from endgame show-canon relationships. I think almost everyone who saw Charmed was rooting for Phoebe and Cole. Well in Charmed Yuri, they end up together. Sorry, not sorry, Coop. After all, "You're not really one of us until you've dated a demon." 

Film Rachanun as Paige Matthews

Paige! Welcome to the power of FOUR! My show, my rules lol Film felt like a no brainer for this, as well. She can bring that unique dichotomy of innocent and badass that exists within the character. We're going to take some liberties with her pair in the show, too. We already have a witch-human love story with Prue. I'm going to give Paige a different relationship dynamic! Sorry Henry. It's nothing against you, I swear!

Kapook Ploynira as Andy Trudeau

I haven't really seen Kapook in anything, but I thought her and Ciize made a cute looking pair. I'm trusting GMM's call on this one. I have a soft spot for high school sweethearts and first loves. Andy and Prue were so good together and Andy won't die! They will get their happy ending if I have anything to say about it!

Love Pattranite as Leo Wyatt

Everyone's favorite whitelighter! The love of Piper's life. "I have to lose you to save you." Come on! They were relationship goals. They had ups and downs, but they never gave up on each other. Love as Leo? No question! MilkLove would knock this dynamic out of the park!

View Benyapa as Cole Turner

I think it'd be fun to see View take on a villain turned love interest. She and June have so much potential! I need more of it. In my world, Cole stays redeemed! None of this Source of All Evil business and doing terrible things to Phoebe. They are a demon-witch power couple on the side of good, kicking ass and loving each other the right way!

Namtan Tipnaree as Richard Montana

Ha ha! I bet you all forgot about Paige and Richard. I actually really liked where the show was going with them. There was a lot of untapped potential. Namtan would nail the psychology and emotion of a character resisting temptation while being in a relationship with someone who uses magic when she can't for fear of losing control. Succumbing to the temptation, finding a balance, stripping powers? There's so many ways this can go and have it be an important part of their relationship with Paige. This way we get a witch-witch love story, too.

Thank you Sammi! This was so much fun thinking about who I would cast and what I would change about the original story to have it fit my gl whims lol We'll probably NEVER get something like this, but it will live on in my imagination! LONG LIVE CHARMED YURI! new character names pending

[hockeygossipdaily]

Pre-covid Leafs tea was WILD!! The Paige Lorenze drama when she was with Kasperi Kapanen? This man had the most dramatic girlfriend and love life. Paige outed him for cheating on him and went on a tangent exposing the Leafs and Penguins wags and the whole hockey world. Like it was insane!! Good times. Kappanen also had a DUI like last year or something. His current girlfriend might have a shady past? He’s not catching any break let me tell you.

William definitely has been distancing himself from him after all that drama. Kappy liked the Alex and William post. But, I would not be surprised that Nylander has been cutting ties or does not want to be involved/associated with him…

That tea was on another level, like you guys think the Sammy tea is intense? It’s NOTHING compared to Anika and Paige Lorenze. We see how hockey has become more and more media trained.

^^^^

[justforbooks]

The actor Lou Gossett Jr, who has died aged 87, is best known for his performance in An Officer and A Gentleman (1982) as Gunnery Sergeant Emil Foley, whose tough training transforms recruit Richard Gere into the man of the film’s title. He was the first black winner of an Academy Award for best supporting actor, and only the third black actor (after Hattie McDaniel and Sidney Poitier) to take home any Oscar.

The director, Taylor Hackford, said he cast Gossett in a role written for a white actor, following a familiar Hollywood trope played by John Wayne, Burt Lancaster, Victor McLaglen or R Lee Ermey, because while researching he realised the tension of “black enlisted men having make-or-break control over whether white college graduates would become officers”. Gossett had already won an Emmy award playing a different sort of mentor, the slave Fiddler who teaches Kunta Kinte the ropes in Roots (1977), but he was still a relatively unknown 46-year-old when he got his breakthrough role, despite a long history of success on stage and in music as well as on screen.

Born in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, Louis was the son of Helen (nee Wray), a nurse, and Louis Sr, a porter. As a child he suffered from polio, but became a high school athlete before a basketball injury led to his joining the drama club. His teacher encouraged him to audition professionally, and at 17 he was on Broadway playing a troubled child in Take a Giant Step, which won him a Donaldson award for best newcomer.

He won a drama scholarship to New York University, but continued working, in The Desk Set (1955), and made his television debut in two episodes of the NBC anthology show The Big Story. In 1959 he was cast with Poitier and Ruby Dee in Raisin in the Sun, and made his film debut reprising his role in 1961. On Broadway that year he played in Jean Genet’s The Blacks, in an all-star cast with James Earl Jones, Cicely Tyson, Roscoe Lee Brown, Godfrey Cambridge and a young Maya Angelou; it was the decade’s longest-running show.

Gossett was also active in the Greenwich Village folk music scene. He released his first single Hooka Dooka, Green Green in 1964, followed by See See Rider, and co-wrote the anti-war hit Handsome Johnny with Richie Havens. In 1967 he released another single, a drums and horns version of Pete Seeger’s anti-war hymn Where Have All the Flowers Gone. He was in the gospel musical Tambourines to Glory (1963) and in producer Mike Todd’s America, Be Seated at the 1964 New York World’s Fair.

His plays became more limited: The Zulu and the Zayda and My Sweet Charlie; the very short run of Carry Me Back to Morningside Heights, in which he played a black man owning a white slave; and a revival of Golden Boy (1964), with Sammy Davis Jr. His final Broadway part was as the murdered Congolese leader Patrice Lamumba, in Conor Cruise O’Brien’s Murderous Angels (1971). Gossett had played roles in New York-set TV series such as The Naked City, but he began to make a mark in Hollywood, despite LAPD officers having handcuffed him to a tree, on “suspicion”, in 1966.

On TV he starred in The Young Rebels (1970-71) set in the American revolution. In film, he was good as a desperate tenant in Hal Ashby’s Landlord (1970) and brilliant with James Garner in Skin Game (1971), taking part in a con trick in which Garner sells him repeatedly into slavery then helps him to escape.

In 1977, alongside Roots, he attracted attention as a memorable villain in Peter Yates’s hit The Deep, and got artistic revenge on the LAPD in Robert Aldrich’s The Choirboys. The TV movie of The Lazarus Syndrome (1979) became a series in which Gossett played a realistic hospital chief of staff set against an idealistic younger doctor. He played the black baseball star Satchel Paige in the TV movie Don’t Look Back (1981); years later he had a small part as another Negro League star, Cool Papa Bell, in The Perfect Game (2009).

After his Oscar, he played another assassinated African leader, in the TV mini-series Sadat, reportedly approved for the role by Anwar Sadat’s widow Jihan. Though he remained a busy working actor, good starring roles in major productions eluded him, as producers fell back on his drill sergeant image. He was Colonel “Chappy” Sinclair in Iron Eagle (1986) and its three dismal sequels.

But in 1989 he starred in Dick Wolf’s TV series Gideon Oliver, as an anthropology professor solving crimes in New York. And he won a best supporting actor Golden Globe for his role in the TV movie The Josephine Baker Story (1991). He revisited the stage in the film adaptation of Sam Shepard’s Curse of the Starving Class (1994).

Gossett twice received the NAACP’s Image Award, and another Emmy for producing a children’s special, In His Father’s Shoes (1997). In 2006 he founded the Eracism Foundation, providing programmes to foster “cultural diversity, historical enrichment and anti-violence initiatives”. Despite an illness eventually linked to toxic mould in his Santa Monica home, he kept working with a recurring part in Stargate SG-1 (2005-06). A diagnosis of prostate cancer in 2010 hardly slowed him down.

Most recently, he played Will “Hooded Justice” Reeves in the TV series Watchmen (2019), in the series Kingdom Business, about the gospel music industry, and in the 2023 musical remake of The Color Purple.

His first marriage, to Hattie Glascoe, in 1967, was annulled after five months; his second, to Christina Mangosing, lasted for two years from 1973; and his third, to Cyndi (Cynthia) James, from 1987 to 1992. He is survived by two sons, Satie, from his second marriage, and Sharron, from his third.

🔔 Louis Cameron Gossett Jr, actor, born 27 May 1936; died 28 March 2024

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[itcameuponamidnightqueer]

okay so it only took me a month after the end date to finish the summer bingo card from @queerliblib! yes, i could have kept going to fill out the rest of the squares, but that would have taken me til the end of the year at least. i really appreciate this challenge for the way it required me to look for books beyond what i gravitate toward naturally (short stories: not usually my thing!)

full list of marked off squares under the cut:

genre fiction: hearts still beating, brooke archer (zombies) coming of age: last night at the telegraph club, malinda lo comfort read: everyone i kissed since you got famous, mae marvel comic, manga, or graphic novel: becoming who we are: real stories about growing up trans, various artists/authors (collected by sammy lisel) memoir: how far the light reaches, sabrina imbler

poetry: space struck, paige lewis queer pulp fiction: i am a woman, ann bannon short story anthology: love after the end: an anthology of two-spirit and indigiqueer speculative fiction (collected by joshua whitehead)

format swap: the story of silence, alex myers (read as an ebook instead of audio) indigenous author: love after the end

main character doesn't share your identity: red, white, & royal blue: casey mcquiston lambda award winner or nominee: lavender house, lev a.c. rosen set in the past: even though i knew the end, c.l. polk

book with a protagonist older than 40: something to talk about, meryl wilsner set in the future: the long way to a small, angry planet, becky chambers

[obetrolncocktails]

Karma Sutra | Sammy Kiszka X Reader | Part 3

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI! FINALLY SOME SMUT, FOLKS! (Sexting, guided masturbation, teasing, giving head (f. Receiving), fingering, dirty talk.

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: He's impressed you, and though there's still mystery behind his eyes and motives that you aren't fully sure of yet, there's something addictive about him that you can't ignore...for now you'll go with the flow.

had dropped you off at your door sometime around two A.M after hours of talking. You had minuscule alcohol in your system, yet you still found yourself piecing the evening together, attempting to draw an imaginary line between arriving at the party and ending up in Sam Kiszka’s arms. You were splayed across your bed, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan, idly tracing the outline of your lips with the tip of your thumb. Your phone chimed, alerting you with a text. Lifting the phone and squinting from its brightness, you read the message. 

“So? Give me the dirty details about Ryan!” A text from Paige. You paused for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Your fingers ghosted above the screen, debating on how best to tell your best friend the truth. 

“Yeah, about that…it wasn’t Ryan.” You tossed your phone onto your bed as you returned to your previous position. Ding. You felt the buzz and looked to the side, watching the screen illuminate. 

“Thinking about you.” A text from Sammy. Your lips spread in a wide grin. You responded to him quickly, deciding to take a risk. 

“Oh yeah? What about me?” Send. You decided to pad to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. Another buzz erupted in your hands. 

“Oh you know…” You rolled your eyes with a wide grin. Just as you began to text back, Paige’s contact picture popped up on the screen as you received her call. You let the ringtone play out for a moment as your heart raced; you really didn’t want to have to explain yourself to her, but reluctantly, you answered her call.

 “Hello?” You leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of water.

“What do you mean it wasn’t Ryan?” Her tone was inquisitive and curious. 

“Well, I might have fibbed a little bit about the name.” You reached with a hand to idly tousle your hair. 

“Okay…” She paused. “Well? Who the hell is it?” You cringed as she pressed you for information. 

“What would you say–” you paused, dreading the fall of the second half of the sentence, “If it was Sam?” The line was quiet between the two of you for a long moment. 

“Sam?” She gasped in realization. “No! Not Sam fucking Kiszka…Y/n, he’s such a prick.” You cut her off before she can continue. 

“I know, I know, I didn’t expect it either, but we had a great time tonight. He’s sweet and…we kissed.” Admitting the words out loud made you blush–something so simple and human had set you ablaze, because in truth, it wasn’t kissing that you were thinking about. 

“Shit! Give me all the tea. I have to know everything.” Paige’s tone was incredulous, yet impressed. 

“How the hell did you swing a Kiszka?” She continued to talk, going on and on about growing up with Sam, and how his antics had earned him a scathing reputation. 

“Huh?” You asked blankly, no longer able to focus on the conversation. Sam had sent you another text, distracting you from the phone call. The message appeared on your iphone as a black blob–an invisible message that you had to rub like a lottery scratch off ticket to reveal. A picture? Your eyes widened as you discovered what’s underneath. It’s a picture of Sam, taken in a mirror from the chest down. He was wearing sweatpants, but it is obvious that he is going commando underneath. You examined the picture, your eyes focusing on his bare chest before moving further down to his happy trail. You felt your breath hitch as you viewed the picture. 

“Y/n? Hello? I was talking.” Paige attempts to regain your attention.

“I’m sorry, what?” You offer, still entranced by the text message in front of you. 

“Like what you see?” He sent a follow up text, the final nail in your coffin. 

“Uh, sorry Paige. I am going to have to call you later.” She sighed with annoyance. 

“This isn’t over–call me later after you get some sleep. Y/n?” She left a final question lingering. 

“Yes?” You asked.

 “Don’t let him break your heart, or I might have to beat his ass. I love you, talk to you tomorrow.” You smiled, reassuring her. 

“Goodnight, I love you. Talk to you later.” Your phone buzzed once more in your palm.

“...are you asleep?” Another text from Sam. You sauntered back to your room, fingers typing and erasing over and over again until you finally decided to hit send. 

“What if I was? Definitely depends…” You returned to your previous position, watching the blades of the ceiling fan spin. After a few moments you found yourself almost hypnotized by the repetitive motion. Buzz. “Sammy emphasized a message.” The picture that Sam had sent appeared on your screen once more. 

Replying to it, you texted back,“What’s got you so excited?👀” You turned on your TV, busying yourself with the first recommended show on Netflix. Your phone screen lit up once more. 

“Well, I’ve got a couple things occupying my mind–one of them could be you…” You bit at your bottom lip as you shot back another response. 

“--Could be me? Sounds like you need some motivation.” You were already blushing with an idea spreading across your face. With a grin, you changed position, lying on your back against several pillows. You weren’t dressed particularly sexy, just an oversized t-shirt and black lacy underwear, but you knew how to work your angles. You took several pictures and landed on one that made you feel the most confident. It was an intentional decision to leave them as live photos, something for Sam to find later. 

***

It was dark in Sam’s bedroom, save for a sliver of light that peeped through the cracked bathroom door. Sam sipped on a beer, scrolling through his phone, only stopping when he received a text from you. Lowering the bottle from his lips, he moved to set it down on the nightstand. It was a photo of you, your hands pulling up and bunching your shirt up against your breasts to expose the bareness of your belly down to the waistband of your panties, which you have pulled down to fall just above your pubic mound. Sam’s cock throbbed through his sweatpants, leaving him aching and needy. Slipping his hand in his pants, he began to touch himself  as he closely analyzed the photo. His thumb grazed the photo for too long, revealing the live photo, showing you pulling your panties down your waist. 

“Fuck,” he whispered absently. Sam hastily snapped a photo of himself, careful to showcase his bulge through the crotch of his gray sweatpants. 

“I’m definitely thinking about you–are you thinking about me?” he typed a quick message above the image before pressing send. Returning to his cock, he stroked himself lazily, imagining if you were feeling the same sexual ache. 

“You have no idea, Sammy.”

***

You were taking risks tonight, but you didn’t feel insecure; in fact, Sam’s advances made you feel sexier than you had ever felt before. You couldn’t exactly pin down the reason, but you couldn’t deny the way that your body responded, either. 

“You have no idea, Sammy,” you respond, finally adding the nickname. You were horny and the only way to fix it was to handle it yourself; you slipped your hand into your underwear and began to finger at your clit, closing your eyes as you imagine Sammy touching you, fucking you. You jolted as you heard your phone’s ringtone. Sammy–Accept or Decline. The prompt flashed across your screen, beckoning you to answer the call. You pulled your fingers from your underwear and swiped across the screen to answer the phone. 

“H-hello?” you asked, unsure how to proceed. 

“I’m not calling for a conversation, Y/n.” He paused. His voice was breathy and shallow–needy. 

“Okay, why are you calling then?” He chuckled lightly. 

“Because if you could see what I am doing right now…I think you’d understand why I am otherwise preoccupied.” Your face reddened at his confession. “Are you touching yourself right now, Y/n? Don’t lie to me.” In truth, you couldn’t lie. You’ve always sucked at it. 

“Yes.” You uttered the word quietly, the admission leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet lustful at the same time. “Yes, I am touching myself.” Shame crept in, scrambling your thoughts and composure. 

“Mmm, and how does that feel? Are you imagining me touching you?” He spoke through the phone in a low murmur, his voice colored with desire. You took a few moments to debate how to respond; you knew that Sammy was masturbating on the other side of the phone–you could hear it in his voice, but something about the phone call left you feeling awkward and exposed. Taking a risk, you decided to go with the flow and try to relax. A quiet moment passed before Sammy spoke up again. “Insert two fingers inside yourself and imagine I’m there with you.” You obeyed, switching up your movements to slip two fingers into your opening, adjusting to feel more comfortable. You closed your eyes, filling your senses with his scent, physique, the touch of his hands…In your mind, Sammy was there with you in your dark bedroom, finger-fucking you with a smug grin. In the silence that he allowed, you heard yourself moaning, your consciousness floating in and out of your needy stupor. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you finally say. 

“It’s Sammy, Y/n. I’m pretty sure If I get to hear you fuck yourself, you can call me by my nickname.” He pauses before continuing. “Lick your fingers and bring them to your clit. Start slow and take your time. I’ll tell you when to speed up.” You nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see you. 

“Okay.” Bringing your fingers up, you licked them as he directed before returning them to your folds, swirling shapes around the swell of your clit. A distinct warmth began to wash over your body, an orgasm no longer a possibility, but a necessity. 

“I’m close, Sa-.” He cut you off quickly. 

“Faster, do it now.” You willed your fingers to work as fast as they could across your clit; the sensations were almost unbearable. Moans and groans escaped your body, filling the air space between yourself and your partner. “Cum for me, Y/n.” His plea sent you into oblivion; you threw yourself backward into your mattress and pillows. Your fingers cramped as you worked, and your body began to stiffen as every synapse in your brain fired, demanding euphoric release. 

In a breathless fury, you began to seize violently. You threw your legs out straight, squeezing your thighs tightly closed against your hand. 

“Fuck!” Your voice hitched, strangled in your throat as you cried out. 

“That’s it, Y/N. You sound so fucking sexy cumming just for me.” You hold your breath, pulling as much pleasure as you can from the orgasm possessing your body. It took you several moments to come down and compose yourself. 

“I can’t believe I just did that,” you said, reaching up to push your hair from your face. You waited for a long moment before realizing that he wasn’t responding. 

“Sammy?” Another moment passed before he responded in a low murmur. 

“Come to your door.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you try to make sense of his request. 

“My door? Wha-Are you her-” He cut you off with a needy and demanding tone. 

“Y/N, come downstairs. Please.” Sitting up, you rushed to fix your hair and what little clothing you had on. Forgetting to hang up with him, you left Sammy on the other side of the phone as you bolted downstairs. Padding to the door, you checked the peephole, seeing him from the other side cast in blurriness through the glass. Reaching for the deadbolt, you made quick work of unlocking and opening the door. He glanced at you through dark lashes, leaning up against the brick exterior of the entrance, his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. “Damn, Y/N, the pictures didn’t do you justice. You look sexy, don’t get me wrong–I just wish that t-shirt were mine.” He takes one last lazy puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground, stamping the tip into the cement. He moves in front of you, his expression turned smug. “You had no trouble being loud over the phone, what’s got your tongue now, hmm?” He stepped forward, invading your space. The tips of his fingers make their way to your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. “May I?” He asked the question lustfully; his body moved with intention and want, but he couldn’t bring himself to proceed without permission. You nodded lightly, shaking your head. 

“Yes.” 

He stepped forward, his lips connecting  easily with yours; your hips met in a secure embrace, different from the first kiss at the piano gallery. This time, there was no hesitation, no unasked questions; he wrapped his body around yours so naturally that you felt no need to map your steps backward into the house. He guided you inside with ease, shutting and locking the door before returning again. Sammy’s breathing was becoming elevated, the taste and smell of tobacco becoming more pungent on your lips and tongue. 

“It’s an awful addiction, I hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t thinking,” he whispered against your lips, his features pulled in the award-winning smirk you had become well-acquainted with. 

“Well, it’s extremely sexy right now, so I don’t give a shit.” He smiled, falling into you once more. You felt his fingers dig firmly into your sides as he pulled you close. You were unbothered by it; truthfully, there was very little that could have distracted you from the moment. Time stalled as he backed you against one of the empty living room walls. Taking your hands in his, he lifted them both above your head so that you were pinned against the wall. He pressed his body to yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away, using his teeth to bite at your bottom lip. 

“Is this okay?” He asked, his voice low, but attentive against the curve of your ear. 

His hips ground into yours, leaving you acutely aware of his touch. He moved from your lips to trace his along your ears, neck and collarbone. You reflexively tilted your head upward as he moved; releasing soft moans in audible encouragement, you could only think to utter his name. “Sammy, please.” He ravaged you like a house fire, consuming you completely, leaving you burning and helpless–gasping for air. “Please.” You were almost willing to beg him to go further, to touch you the way that you knew that he could. 

“What do you want me to do Y/n?” he said the words in between traveling kisses. You felt the cool metal of his necklace grazing your skin as he moved, igniting goosebumps all over your body. “Use your words and tell me what you want.” Finally, he took a moment to meet your gaze; his eyes were reassuring and steady, yet filled with yearning for you. You found yourself overwhelmed, knowing that he could see your worry and hesitance. You felt the grip on your wrists loosen. Softly, you felt his hands travel down to cradle your chin. 

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice colored with concern. “Am I going too fast? I don’t want to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with.” He gave you a moment to gather your thoughts.

“No, you’re perfect. I’m just nervous about where this could lead.” Car headlights shined through the blinds, painting bright lines on his face as you spoke. The moment brought you out of your head and into the room, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Can we take this somewhere more private?” You asked him. 

“Of course,” he said with a warm smile. Taking his hand, you lead him to the stairs. He squeezed yours with reassurance as you both made the ascent.

***

Despite his reputation, Sam always tried to be respectful to the women he took particular interest in. Even more so now, he was deliberate and thoughtful with his actions; the impending bet he had placed earlier was beginning to weigh on him. Guilt from the bet made him feel dirty; you were no longer just some girl to him. You were quickly becoming someone he would never want to hurt, especially in such a sensitive manner. The seriousness of the situation was finally real to him, leaving his movements slowed, deliberate, and careful. 

You guided Sammy into your bedroom, watching as he silently observed the room. His eyes grazed the unmade bed, leaving him to think aloud. “Damn, I wish I could’ve seen you instead of heard you on the other end of the phone. I bet you looked so sexy laying there moaning my name.” 

Your face flamed as he spoke, but this time you felt like you had the upper hand. You walked to the bed and resumed the position you held before, meeting his eyes with a sly grin.

“Well, you can watch me this time if you want.” You took extra time letting your hands wander about your body before parting your legs and reaching into your underwear. Slowly, you began to rub loose circles around your clit, finding it more swollen and sensitive than before. The crotch of your panties had darkened from wetness, proof of your budding arousal. Sammy couldn’t decide where to look. His eyes scanned back and forth between the expression on your face to the action happening much lower. You watched as he brought a hand to squeeze his cock, now fully erect beneath his sweatpants. 

“Fuck, Y/n, this is torture.” You bit at your lip before responding, 

“Then how should we fix it?” You murmured, reaching with your free hand to knead the softness of your breasts. You could see him growing restless. 

“Please, Y/N. Can I touch you?” You aimed to tease him, finding his eagerness extremely sexy. 

“I don’t know, I’m doing pretty well here by myself.” You intensified your movement, releasing soft moans. You watched through squinted eyes as he continued to stroke his clothed cock. You couldn’t help but notice a small circle of wetness showing through the crotch of his pants. 

“I’m sure I could do it better.” His eyes were glassy as he touched himself. 

“You’re imagining your tongue inside of me, aren’t you? Your eyes don’t lie, Sammy.” Bringing your hand to your mouth, you make a show at licking the tips of your fingers before bringing them back down to your folds. 

“Come here.” 

Soon, his body was hovering over yours, ghosting kisses above your lips and back down your neck. 

“Mm, I like seeing you from this angle. Let me finish what you started, baby girl.” You spread your legs, beckoning him forward to take over. “Hmm, these won’t do.” He wrapped the tips of his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your hips and thighs before tossing them to the floor. “Lift up your arms.” You obeyed his demand, throwing your hands up above your head. In one quick motion, he whipped the t-shirt off of your body, leaving it forgotten at the end of the bed. Silently, he linked his hands around your ankles, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. 

“Getting right to it, are we?” you giggle as he moves you. 

“What can I say, I’m efficient.” He grinned as he moved to kiss you softly before moving lower. Starting at your collarbones, he peppered your skin with hot kisses, traveling lower to your breasts. With his tongue, he drew shapes around each of your erect nipples before taking one in his mouth, suckling and nibbling on the swollen bud. He was intent on making eye contact with you, flitting the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You moaned softly as he advanced, finding yourself shivering with goosebumps despite the warmth of both his touch and the room. “Y/n.” He hummed against your skin, pausing for a moment. 

“Hmm?” you asked, busying your hands at the back of his head, tousling the softness of his hair. 

“You aren’t very quiet–I’ve barely touched you.” Heat rose to your cheeks, but you answered matter-of-factly. 

“Do you want me to be quiet?” You tugged at his hair slightly while asking the question. He shrugged.

“It was merely an observation–as long as you’re moaning my name at the end of it, you can be as loud as you want.” You fell silent, rendered speechless. 

He continued his work, drawing a straight line down your belly with the tip of his tongue, moving lower and lower. “Everything okay?” he asked after a moment, noticing that you’ve gone silent.

“Perfect, Sammy. Keep going.” Your response was heavy with anticipation. He reached to your sides to grab your hands, squeezing them from above his head as he arrived just  above your pussy. 

“So beautiful,” he disconnected his hands from yours, bringing them down to move about your thighs. You adjusted to watch, propping yourself up one your elbows. 

“Like what you see?” you asked, echoing the same words he had asked when he sent you the picture earlier. 

“Very cute, Y/n.” Bringing his head down, he planted languid kisses on the insides of your thighs, actively avoiding your most sensitive areas. 

“Sammy, please.” Placing one last kiss, he brought his head up and asked you, his face painted with feigned innocence. 

“Please what?” He wanted you to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you–a task which you had no problem completing. “I want you to eat me out, Sammy. Show me what all the talk is about.” 

Wasting no time, he moved his fingers to your pussy, parting your folds and sinking into you with his tongue. “God, you’re so fucking wet, better than I imagined,” he said after a moment, returning to stroke the flat of his tongue through your folds, testing your sensitivity. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, grabbing handfuls of your sheets. “That feels so fucking good, just like that.” With your encouragement, he continued with more pressure, flitting the tip of his tongue against the swell of your clit. As he worked, he brought his right hand up to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, leaving you to squirm as your brain fought to process the increased stimulation. His other hand was secured to your hip; his fingers dug into your skin–a sensation that would usually be considered uncomfortable, but in this context, it only added more to the heat of the moment. 

“How does that feel, baby?” He asks, breaking from you momentarily. 

“Your tongue feels so fucking good on my clit, Sammy. Don’t stop.” Obeying you, he returned. This time, working with his right hand, he inserted two fingers inside of you, situating them in the perfect angle, stroking your G-spot as he curled them repetitively. His touch was an electric current; no part of you was able to deny his advances as they charged through your body. Your brain was left fizzling like TV static, your thoughts becoming incapacitated by your inescapable need to release. You reached down grasping the waves at the crown of his head. “Sammy, holy fuck!” He hummed against your pussy, the vibrations skidding about your skin in a flurry. 

“That’s it, Y/N. Cum against my tongue and fingers. I know you’re almost there.” His tone is low and husky, coated with lust. 

You arched your back in an effort to throw yourself closer and closer to climax against Sammy’s face. In the next moment, his mouth was flush with your opening once more, lapping at your juices which slickened his face. “You taste so fucking good–so wet. Cum for me, baby.” Moving his free hand from your hips, he brought his fingers against your clit, swiping furiously back and forth. The movement sent you into oblivion, desperately grasping and yanking at his head to pull him away from you as you finally came. You shouted his name through gritted teeth as your back arched in an extreme curve, your head tilted at an awkward angle. Your knees buckled reflexively against his head, opening and closing in desperation. After a few moments, Sammy rose from you with a grin. 

“You are so unbelievably sexy when you lose control, Y/N. I love it when you lose your composure.”

End of Part 3.

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[puckthedrama]

so many people connected in hockey social culture ( - means they know each other/affiliated)

glen powell - sienna schmidt - paige lorenze - jake shane - kennedi draper - sammy marcus AND kienan draper - maggie pibilsion - adam fantilli - cole sillinger - tate mcrae (besties w jake shane) - ethan edwards - luke hughes - quinn hughes - olivia bonn - siennaschmidt again - jack hughes - alex turcotte - kate tifford - dixie damelio - trevor zegras - emma macdonald(paige lorenze) - maya eve - mat barzal

SORRY IF THIS IS CONFUSING but something i noticed even if you’re not playing the game you’re connected to it some way or another

yup!!

the nhl lore in general is so messy it’s crazy, they literally all know each other.

[laytonnpcbracket]

Welcome to the Layton NPC Showdown!

This is a bracket to determine which of the many memorable NPCs from across the Professor Layton games are the greatest.

GAMES INCLUDED: Every game except LBMR. Eternal Diva characters are also not included here.

WHAT COUNTS AS AN NPC?: Anyone who doesn't have a puzzle animation. Characters excluded are Layton, Luke, Flora, Clive, Emmy, Randall, Aurora, Des, Espella, Phoenix, Maya, Katrielle, Ernest, Sherl, Hastings, and Emiliana.

WILL THERE BE NOMINATIONS?: Nope! Every NPC will be included.

WHAT ABOUT THE LAYTONMOBILE/MOLENTARY EXPRESS?: No vehicles. Not characters.

WHAT ABOUT THE PUZZLE LADS/LASSES?: I only plan on including characters that we can speak to in-game, so no Puzzle Lads or Lasses. Sorry to the people who like them 😔

WHICH CHARACTERS ARE INCLUDED, THEN?: Anyone who isn't an exception listed above that is in the profiles of the game! A full list is enclosed below.

WHEN WILL THE TOURNAMENT START?: More information forthcoming on that! I have to seed the bracket first :)

WHY IS NAIYA YOUR ICON?: In my opinion, she's one of the more underrated NPCs of the series. I'll probably cycle through some of the ones I have available to me right now.

WHAT CRITERIA SHOULD I VOTE ON?: Whatever makes you happy :)

ARE ALTER EGOS SEPERATE CHARACTERS?: No. For instance, Ratman is not included because his secret identity is in the tournament.

US OR UK NAMES?: I will try to make available as many names for the NPCs as possible! Which includes their Japanese names and as many names in the localizations as I am able to obtain from the wiki and my own sources. I'll probably reliably have the English (both versions where applicable), Japanese, and French names for every character when I do the bracket rounds. The list below however is entirely in English.

And now for a list of the entries! I didn't check all of these for inconsistencies, but I attempted to ascertain that I used the US versions. Some of them might be UK versions though because that's the version of the game I have (specifically Diabolical Box NPCs and Last Specter NPCs -- I know some of their US names but not all).

Franco

Stachenscarfen

Ingrid

Percy

Marco

Ramon

Matthew

Lady Dahlia Reinhold

Gordon Reinhold

Simon Reinhold

Claudia

Beatrice

Deke

Agnes

Pauly

Crouton

Flick

Rodney

Chelmey

Lucy

Zappone

Gerard

Jarvis

Adrea

Pavel

Crumm

Prosciutto

Archibald

Sylvain

Martha

Giuseppe

Augustus Reinhold

Granny Riddleton

Don Paolo

Bruno

Andrew Schrader

Anton Herzen

Katia Anderson

Sophia

Mr. Anderson

Beluga

Sammy Thunder

Macaroon

Chester

Babette

Tom

Ilyana

Geoff

Garland

Nigel

Jacques

Barton

Grousley

Steve

Capone

Mitzi

Lili

Sally

Marjorie

Conrad

Karla

Romie

Dorothea

Clabber

Oscar

Nick

Gabe

Balsa

Wurtzer

Lopez

Laurel

Parcelle

Lulu

Albert

Madeline

Remy

Angus

Kostya

Dylan

Joseph

Rory

Lila

Damon

Felix

Niles

Duke

Hopper

Olson

Derby

Dawson

Joanie

Krantz

Grinko

Marina

Opal

Ray

Gregorio

Narice

Gertie

Hamster

Precious

Winston

Claire

Dimitri Allen

Bill Hawks

Spring

Cogg

Dean Delmona

Shipley

Puzzlette

Beasley

Parrot

Subject 3

Bostro

Family Goon

Lockjaw

Splinters

Marzano

Layman

Fisheye

Silky

Shmelmey

Shmarton

Ward

Smith

Florence

Vito

Art

Niklaus

Anita

Alfie

Hazel (UF)

Adeline

Max

Becky

Margaret

Pallard

Dupree

Natalia

Harold

Horace

Hardy

Cuthbert

Segal

Catanova

Rosetta

Colby

Rudolph

Misha

Dylan

Viv

Pepper

Checker

Avogadro

Maya (UF)

Myrtle

Belle

Graham

Slate

Ernest (UF)

Berta

Minnie

Paige

Raleigh

Beacon

Mark

Rosa

Grosky

Keats

Clark Triton

Brenda Triton

Arianna Barde

Tony Barde

Doland Noble

Levin Jakes

Loosha

Toppy

Crow

Marilyn

Roddy

Scraps

Tweeds

Wren

Socket

Louis

Badger

Aldus

Charlie

Jasmine

Bucky

Fische

Beth

Mido

Clarence

Joe

Molly

Marion

Browne

Hugo

Dominica

Paddy

Brock

Aunt Taffy

Shackwell

Greppe

Goosey

Mimi

Hans Jakes

Maggie

Yamada

Sean

Olga

Finch

Sebastian

Cornelius

Chappy

Hannah

Mick

Colby

Monica

Thomas

Nate

Ewan

Chief Engineer

Naiya

Chippe

Bram

Ghent

Nordic

Gilbert

Roland Layton

Lucille Layton

Henry Ledore

Angela Ledore

Alphonse Dalston

Leonard Bloom

Sheffield

Billson

Mrs Ascot

Pascal

Guy

Lapushka

Gustav

Gonzales

Drake

Tyrone

Sterling

Mordy

Collette

Maurice

Juggles

Puck

Yukkles

Murphy

Cookie

Tanya

Firth

Madelaine

Stumble

Artie

Michelle

Nils

Frankie

Conner

Humbert

Policeman (MM)

Yuming

Esther

Lionel

Doug

Mr. Collins

Leon Bronev

Raymond

Prima

Harald

Donna

Mascha

Georg

Mackintosh

Solveig

Erik

Hazel (AL)

Igor

Sonya

Moos

Larisa

Karpin

Boris

Dariya

Pavlova

Carmichael

Amelie Chelmey

Policeman (AL)

Tommy

Morel

Chestnut

Amanita

Blewitt

Chanterelle

Button

Lepidella

Bud

Javier

Benny

Miranda

Martine

Barbara

Ruby

Scarlett

Flint

Old Red

Jesse

Derringer

Julien

Romilda

Sheppard

Piet

Felicia

Rik

Beatrix

Umid

Banu

Dana

Temir

Mehri

Nassir

Adler

Robin

Macaw

Plover

Grouse

Gannet

Swift

Carmine Accidenti

Olivia Aldente

Allan

Bardly

Zacharias Barnham

Newton Belduke

Birdly

Boistrum

Cecil

Cinderellia

Constantine

Cracker

Cutter

Darklaw

Dewey

Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil

Patty Eclaire

Eve (cat)

Flynch

Foxy

Jean Greyerl

Hoot

Judge

Kira

Knight Captain

Knightle

Lottalance

Lyewood

Lettie Mailer

Balmung

Mary

Muffet

Muggs

Ridelle Mystere

Nozey

Petal

Petter

Ms Primstone

Emeer Punchenbaug

Robbs

Old Rootie

Rouge

Servius

Shakey

Johnny Smiles

Snowy

Storyteller

Tuggit

Price

Wordsmith

Pipper Lowonida

Phineas Barnone

Madame Doublée

Liza Wight

Grant Sloans

Cesar Chance

Mustafa Fulhold

Hans Lipski

Aleks Lipski

Maverick D. Rector

Seymore Fraymes

The Major

Eddie Torre

Hayes

Maid

Wooooster

Bianca Teller

Security Guard

Shadee

Taboras Lloyd

Douglas Dert

Ratboy

Mo Heecan

Mrs Slow the Tailor

Midas Pullman

Declan Swabber

Abel Seamon

Felicity Hastings

Gene Ohm

Billy Kidd

Royall Britannias

Clover Pryce

PC Beate

DC Booker

Waiter

Séan Butchin

Bo Bells

Hessie Tate

Benjy

Bess

Keane Fisher

Bob Bracket

Stripey

Patch

Cat

Yapper

Gudrun Weldon

[ginnyrules27]

To clarify about the ships in your Choosing series, yes, all the ships. Existing and new.

Gotcha! :D

Whoo, hold on to your hats people cause this will be a long one. Putting a read more after this so I don't spoil it for people who don't want spoilers but at this point, people know the characters are coming lol :D

Ships: (edited due to errors in original post)

Existing characters:

Ben/Mal

Evie/Doug

Lonnie/Jay

Carlos/Jane

Harry/Uma

Chad/Ginny

Harriet/Sammy

Ryan/CJ

Emir/Emma

Akiho/Elle

Phillip Jr/Melody

Evan/Hermie Bing

Conner/Rowyn

Rachel/Aziz

Robin/William

Rose/Li

Ruby/Caspian

Ashaki/Robert

Henry/Claudine

OC Who Shall Not Be Named/Audrey

Kitty/Roland Hood

Lucy/Bobby Hood

Hadie/Alex Charming

Celia/Cyrus (an OC who's only been named, he's one of the Hun kids)

Nick/Brooke

Jake/Morgan

Freddie/Ally

Gil/Macaria

Neal White/Grace Hatter

Quinn/Brenden

Jade/Miguel

Dizzy/Lacey LeGume

Locklyn/One of the Stabbington Cousins (I hc their names 'Switch' and 'Blade')

Strat/Gillian LeGume

Georgia LeGume/Rick Ratcliffe

Derek/Piper LeGume

Edmund/Paige Hatter

New Characters/Next Gen:

Stephanie/Ethan

Maurice/Chloe

Bianca/Aiden

Christopher/Hali

Helena/Jason

Danielle/Cameron

Sebastian/Hazel

Percy/Clara

Ursa/Lei

Emmett/Maddie

Milah/Jaxson

Brandon/Archer

Emily/Elliot

Kristy/Leo 

Ryder/Faith

Eva/Willow

Hannah/Colton

River/Roman

Riley/Raelynn

Katie/Hamed

Caroline/Rebecca

Joya/Winston

Charlize/Raegan

Luna/Ali

Alec/Arianna

Nicole/Matthew

Wyatt/Arabella

Paige/Luke

Gwen/Logan 

Markos/Lily

Felicity/Breanna

Luke/Breanna

Nova/Caleb

Gideon/Crystal

Genevieve/Eloise

Gabriella/Maya

Okay I think that's everyone...@descenderwithanamethyst did I forget any ships?