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[thattheaterlee]

Unbearable 

HEYOOOO! I finally got something done for once! :D Now, I've been snoopin' around a bit, and know a little bit about the discourse going on in the community recently. I won't say anything on it, not now anyways. But, I made a cute lil fic just to take your minds off of this insanity Enjoy!

Warning: Some swears, but mostly Boylen and her chaotic energy 

Ship: Romantic! Aralyn

Roles: Ler! Catalina and Lee! Anne

  The night was calm, cool air flowing through the trees as the moonlight kissed the treetops. The air had a tranquil aura, and all was peaceful. And on this very night, Anne Boleyn was being particularly unbearable.

 Maybe it was the fact that she lit the blender on fire, or maybe it was due to her and Anna getting the group kicked out of the supermarket for having a "shopping cart race". Either way, she was being her most chaotic today for no particular reason. Nobody was safe from her chaos, not even her girlfriend. 

  Catalina sat in the polyester sectional sofa, a small but thick book held firmly in her right hand. She twirled her burnt umber curls between her thin fingers, as her honey brown eyes lazily scanned the pages of her novel. As disorderly as the day had been, she could rid herself of her worries while sitting down and reading a good book. All was well. Then, she heard it.

 "Heeeeeey Cathy"

Well damn, Aragon thought to herself as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. She hardly needed to look up to see two shimmering, emerald eyes staring back at her.

  "Hello, Anne" she spoke calmly, adjusting herself on the sofa so the girl could sit besides her.

  "I pissed off Jane so badly that she pelted me with pillows" Anne chuckled, taking a place besides Cathy. "I didn't even know she get mad like that"

  "Sounds about right" Cathy mumbled and continued to read her book. Curiously, Anne rested her head on her lover's shoulder and look over the pages with her. She then sighed and sat back up. 

  "How many times are you gonna reread the same story? Cause I've been counting; that's FOUR times this week"

  "I'll have you know that "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe is a very insightful book. Perhaps you should consider reading it; or consider reading at all. Maybe picking up a book could help the two brain cells you have left learn something". The laugh that came from Anne's mouth made Cathy's heart flutter.

  "Yeah well I'm bored now" the Boleyn girl stretched her legs out and laid her top half in Catalina's lap, shoving the book to the side and staring up at her with a grin, fiddling with her hands. The taller women sighed.

  "Anne, this day has been an absolute wreck, could we please end it on a peaceful note where you don't end up annoying me?". Anne stared deep into Cathy's eyes for a long minute. Then she burst into loud laughter. Cathy rolled her eyes, ever so slightly annoyed. "I guess not".

  "Hehe, awww, don't be like that" Anne teasingly replied, tucking Cathy's hair behind her ear. Then she squeaked. She fucking squeaked. As soon as Anne heard this, she started laughing even harder. Cathy's cheeks flushed and she folded her arms as the girl besides her fell into hysterics. 

  "Hohoholy shihit! That was AMAZING!"

  "Q-Quit rubbing it in!" Aragon spluttered out, fumbling over her words.

  "Am I REALLY making the Great Catherine of Aragon stutter? Hoo man, I've GOT to tell the others about this" she boasted, and fell back into laughter. Frustrated and embarrassed, Cathy jolted up and held her hands over the smaller women's torso, startling her.

  "Oh I'll give you something to brag about, Ms. LaughsALot" and dug her fingers into her sides. Anne screamed.

  "WAHAHAIT, CATHY NOHOHO!" she screeched, feebly attempting to push her hands away. Cathy feigned a gasp as the squeaking started. 

  "Am I really making the Great Anne Boleyn squeak? Oooh, wait till the ladies hear about this!" she mocked, her finger fluttering over Anne's ribs.

  "YOHOHOU JERK!" she yelled between her laughter, knowing good and well what she was doing as her girlfriend faked offense at this.

  "Rude much! Well, if that's how you wanna act, so be it", and then, she stopped. It was so abrupt, that Anne continued giggling for a few extra seconds, becoming calming herself. Slightly sad she stopped so soon, she sat up, catching her breath.

  "Th….thank yo-" she started, but had no time to finish her sentence as Cathy wrapped her arms around her and brought her close. She yelped and giggled nervously as Cathy smirked at her.

  "Oh I'm not done with you just yet, Annie" she drawled, emphasizing the nickname she had given her. Suddenly, she looked up and her brow furrowed as she confusedly stared forward. "Wait, what's that?" Anne, also racked with confusion, turned her head to look at what Cathy had noticed. Then, without warning, something warm pressed against her neck and she let out a loud squeal. "Just kidding!" she giggled, peppering kisses along the side of her neck. Anne futilely flailed her arms as her laughter increased in octave, a few snorts and slipping out here and there. 

  "NOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" Anne pleaded, squealing and failing to keep up her cocky composure. "CAHAHAHATHY!"

  "Yeah Annie?"

  "STAHAHAHAP!"

  "Stop what?"

  "WIHITH THE TIHIHICKLES!"

  "Well, since you asked so nicely,"Cathy halted her attack and patted her head as Anne struggled to catch her breath.

   "Hhhhhh…..hoo god…". 

   "You good?"

   "Hell yeah!" Anne announced, a bit more ecstatically than she meant. Cathy smiled at her and smoothed down the frizzy ends of Anne's shamrock highlights. 

  "So ya gonna leave me be for the night?"

  "I dunno who told you that, but they were wrong" Anne's cockiness instantly returned, as she leaned her head on Cathy's shoulder. "But…..you get a few minutes". With a sigh, she returned the gesture as they leaned against each other in a warm embrace for a few silent moments, their fingers locked together. But as Anne knew, the night was still young, and she wasn't fully satisfied. Yet. With her other free hand, she reached up and brushed her fingertips behind Cathy's ear, causing her to flinch and tense up a bit."Soooo, about that squeak I heard earlier~"

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Procrastination is one helluva drug. But still, hope you lovelies liked the fic! More will come when I finally get off my butt and do something for once ⁽⁽◝( • ω • )◜⁾⁾. Love y'all, and stay sweet~!

Tagging @secretly-tword-obsessed for the ask from FOREVER ago. Pls be satisfied (o^ ^o)

[thattheaterlee]

Six the musical tks are e x t r e m e l y rare. So i ask of you one ancient thing no one has ever thought of : Lee Catherine Parr

:00000 G A L A X Y B R A I N!!

Lee! Cathy Parr:

I'm probably in the minority when I say this, but I don't see Cathy Parr as being COMPLETELY serious and hardworking 24/7

She probably radiates childish energy when she's not working herself to the bone. (But that's just me(´ ω `♡)

But when she thinks she's about to get wrecked, she still tries to keep up her mature persona

By mature persona, I mean butt-scooting away and repeatedly asking "w-what are you doing?" with a wobbly smile on her face

She is definitely the primary target of surprise tickle attacks, mostly by Jane or Anne

She very smol!! Perfect sized lee for holding bridal style and absolutely tickling to bits and pieces

Knee scritches and squeezes get her s c r e e c h i n g. Be cautious though, you WILL get kicked in the face of you aren't careful

Giving the palms of her hands light scratches will elicit the cutest giggles from her holy h e c c-

Getting her on the one spot on the back behind the shoulder will send her to the 5th Dimension

She's just a buncha walking nerves hshhghfhdgdsg-

She has to be pinned down somehow, because one accidental kick or punch from Parr could send you f l y i n g. Anna learned this the hard way.

Basically, very squirmy girl!!

She has this really airy laugh that's just full of snorts

"Nohohot nohohow! I need to wohohork!"

The other ladies have lovingly dubbed her the nickname "Little Piggy" due to this. It gets her all flustered everytime she hears it.

Would she ever ask for tiggles? Probably not often, out of sheer embarrassment. But she wouldn't fight back much nonetheless~

I didn't even think of lee Parr hOW- but you, frendo, are on big brain mode. I salute you for your bravery, oh ancient warrior. (─‿‿─)♡

[thattheaterlee]

b r o. i d a r e y o u t o m a k e t h e l e e p a r r f i c . i d a r e y o u.

Maybe I will, c o w a r d (・`ω´・)