#ugh gosh i hope i’m wrong

[kissdeficiency]

random thought, but what if this was also apart of apology tour? and that this is just stolas telling his version of what went down as he’s singing?

[sturnwh0re]

*- eyes on me -*

M.S.

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CONTAINS: soft!matt, sub!reader, gentle, p in v, praise, overstimulation, aftercare, pet names, oral!fem recieving, begging, whining.

description: your boyfriend was busy on his game but you couldn’t help but be jealous at how much attention he was giving to his monitor screen and not to you.

Matt was almost hypnotized by his monitor as he played his most played game— Harry Potter Legacy. His eyes were almost plastered onto the screen. I was laying on his silky bed behind him as I made a small noise, clearing my throat to try and get his attention to me.

“Eh—em..” I said looking at my phone although my perepheral vision was focused on Matt. His hands were going wild on his controllers his rings could fly off if his fingers weren’t big enough. I was impatient so I decided to scoot closer to his chair and mumble his name

“Mattt..?” I said looking up at Matt in his chair as I was laying on my stomach. He ignored me for a couple of seconds before speaking to me and actually acknowledging me.

“hol’ on baby..” he said in his focused and quiet voice. His words vibrated through his neck. His words shuffled through my brain but I just wanted his attention. His fingers were still going wild on his controllers as his finger veins popped out further.

“babyyy..” I whined. I got up from the bed and came from behind his chair to massage his shoulders. I was so needy for his attention but I wasn’t wrong for wanting the attention of my handsome ass boyfriend— was I?

He ignored me again as he bit his lip and his fingers were twiddling around the controller even faster. He could sense me getting more impatient. He looked from the screen quickly and pull me by my wrist. “Here— sit here baby.”

He pulled me into his lap so I could have his affection as well because he could tell I was becoming upset. I wrapped I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms and controller around me.

He still aggressively played his game and fiddled the controller even more. He let out little mumbled to the game like— “come on..” “fuck..” and “ugh.” Those were enough to get me wetter then then the fucking ocean.

I had started to shuffle around on Matt’s lap, looking for a more comfortable spot before he put his controller in one and and with the other held me down to his lap “don’t move like that.” He grunted. He pulled his hand back to his controller, his focus back onto his monitor.

I giggled now that I was able to get his attention. I shuffled slightly again and he took a deep breath as he tried to ignore it. I began to grind slowly on his lap as his breathing got heavier and he tried to block it out and focus on his game.

“babyyy..” I whined. He didn’t hesitate and he threw his controller onto his desk. He held my waist and his silver rings shivered my waist.

“What? Why are you acting like this, hm?” He said acting disappointed. He brought my face to be face to face with his as he kept me on his lap.

“I want your attention, and you’re too busy on your game all of the time.” I whined again. I really did want his attention. I wanted it all over me. I felt myself growing hotter as the desire for him grew. Gosh— I just hope he was feeling this same tingle between us.

“Well sweetheart, I just wanted to play some game.” He chuckled rubbing his thumb against my cheek. He smiled at me showing no teeth, but it was just as handsome if he were to.

I had started to grind on his lap again that made his grip on my waist tighten. His eyes widened as he looked down “Matt.. I need you.. you don’t understand.” I whined again. I couldn’t get rid of this whiney feeling until Matt’s length was punishing me.

“Fuck— sweetheart..” he said still looking down at me grinding against his now hard cock. He was breathing heavy and now really deciphering whether or not he should continue playing his game or stop now. “Baby— you don’t wanna wait until I’m done on my game? Or do you want me now?” He mumbled kissing my neck.

“Now baby.. I need you now..” I mumbled again, letting out a small gasp as I felt Matt’s lips meet my neck. I felt his hands grip my thighs as he stood up from his gaming chair. He held me and I wrapped my legs around him before he gently placed me on the bed.

Matt kissed up my neck to my lips as he left a few light pecks. He put my hair behind my ear and slowly started to take off my shorts “your so beautiful baby.” He spoke. He said it softly in a meaningful manner. He gently slid them down to my knees and off my legs as he threw them to the side.

He gently rubbed my clit through my wet panties. He has started to untie his sweats. The heat between us filled the room and it made me wetter knowing how gentle and loving he is. “mmh.” I lightly moaned as I waited desperately for Matt to release himself from his pants.

He had finally sprung his cock free and threw his pants and boxers with my shorts. “Do you need some fingers first to adjust baby?” He said kissing my jawline.

“No— no I need you now..” I mumbled through the thickened air. I couldn’t wait any longer and didn’t want any fingers, I wanted him.

“Okay sweetheart. I’ll be gentle.” He spoke softly as he slowly pulled down my laces undies. He threw them with my shorts and his sweatpants, stacking them up into a small pile.

He put his hand on my lower stomach and my legs on his shoulder in a swift motion. He looked at my face for any type of discomfort as he slowly pushed into my tight and warm shaft, using my own wetness to slide in.

He leaned down and groaned, getting close to my face. “ohh fuck.” He grunted. The noise from his mouth ticked my neck as he slowly thrusted in and out of my walls.

“ngh..” I moaned lightly. He went slow to let me feel every bit of pleasure he was serving for me. Gosh.. he felt so good. The slight tilt to his length and tickled my G-spot, making me moan alittle louder each time.

“Im— im gonna go faster baby..” he said leaning up and holding my knees as he increased the speed of his movements. He started to thrust faster as he looked to my face for any discomfort. “your taking it so well.. so proud of you..” he said rubbing my cheek, letting out a groan

Gosh.. I couldn’t help but fein for his gentle praise, but fast thrusts. He kept telling me sweet nothings to keep me going. He knew how to get me to fold into him. “shit..” I moaned out again.

His hips were slapping against my legs as he groaned loudly. “You’re doing so good..” he grunted. “Atta’ girl..” he let vibrate through his neck. He knew how much I loved when he said that to me. After he went silent I felt a knot start to form in my stomach and a pulse went to my pussy.

My back arched against the bed as I started to moan louder. “I’m.. I’m close.” I whimpered out. I close my eyes and I shot them back open to feel Matt’s hand push my lower stomach down to keep me flat against the bed.

“stay flat sweetheart..” he mumbled as I felt his thumb slowly rub my sensitive bean. My legs were shaking slightly and moans kept escaping my lips and into the thickened and heated air.

“you got it baby.. deep breaths..” he said slowly quickening his pace. The knot in my stomach felt like it was going to pop out of it if it got any tighter. He felt me clench around him as my eyes fluttered closed. “open your eyes baby.. I wanna see you..” he said brushing his thumbs against my lip.

I fluttered my eyes back opened as I felt the knot in my stomach pop. My legs were shaking and I moaned loudly, as it echoed through the room. Matt slowed his thrusts down and stopped his movements as he leaned down and kissed the crook of my neck. “good job baby.. you did so good..” he mumbled.

I was still catching my breath and I felt Matt’s still hard cock slip out of me. Matt’s thumb was still gently rubbing my clit, keeping my legs trembling. “Ngh.. mhm..” I moaned with my lips sealed. Matt finally stood fully up again and took his thumb away from my clit. He bent over and kissed down my thighs then kissed my sensitive clit. “Fuck—“ I gasped.

“Want me to clean you up sweetheart?” He said softly. Before rubbing the insides of my thighs.

I had nodded and laid my head back. His tongue was addicting, not only when it explored my mouth but also when it explored my pussy. I heard matt take his invisiline out before kneeling between my two legs. He gently licked my entrance dipping his tongue in to tease me.

“Mmhm..” I moaned out as I reached for his fluffy hair. I used my fingers and pulled it from his eyes. Matt then started to swirl his tongue around my clit before gently sucking them releasing the suction. He kept his eyes on me as he sucked my clit. “a-ahh..” I whimpered out.

He spread open my folds and licked my insides before kissing my clit one last time and getting off of his knees to stand on his feet. He kissed my cheek and sat me up on the bed. “you feel better sweetheart?” He chuckled.

I nod with a lazy smile as I collapse back onto the bed in a sleepy manner. I heard matt let out a handsome chuckle again. “You sleepy?” He said putting his cock back in his boxers. I also hear him walk to the pole of clothes and get my panties that he slid back on my body.

“Mhm..” I said letting a sigh right after it. Matt smiled and picked me up from the end of the bed and carried me to one of his pillows. He laid me down in the bed then laid down right after me. He snatched the covers up and right under our shoulders. He held me close and kissed my cheek again.

“I love you so much.. you’re so beautiful..” he whispered, to keep the calm environment in the room.

“I love you— too..” I smiled.

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I forgot who asked for this fanfiction, but let’s hope they see this.

another Matt fanfic for you freaks lol.

if you spot mistakes, sorry, I’m human. And I read these myself to make sure there are none but if there are, sorry again.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Temptation Chapter 3

Summary: Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants.  So why does this fallen angel tempt him so?  You cannot serve two masters.  Will he choose God, or his heart? This is a short chapter...Priest!Bucky x curvy!reader Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

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The day after Christmas Y/N snuck into the church quietly.  It was late and she didn’t want to risk running into Bucky.  She skirted around the edges of the area as nuns walked around, cleaning up after Mass the day before.  She managed to get one nun’s attention.

“Excuse me, Sister, um, are confessionals being held tonight?”

“Yes, they are, both Fathers are here tonight,” the Sister smiled at her.

“Okay, uh, could you tell me which one Father Richards is in,” Y/N felt like she was shaking as she asked.

“He’s in…oh, he should be in that one on the far end.  I don’t think anyone is in there now.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N walked over to the farthest confessional room, tapping on the door a few times to make sure no one was in there before entering.  As she shut the door behind her and settled on the uncomfortable seat she sighed, waiting for the telltale noise of the screen moving so that the priest could hear her.  There was a scraping noise and a rattle, and she could hear the sound of breathing on the other side.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” Y/N immediately started.

Bucky nearly choked as he heard her voice.  He looked over, being able to slightly see who was in the box even though they couldn’t see him.  There she was, looking apprehensive and jittery.  He cleared his throat.

“What troubles you?” he asked, trying to make his voice sound different.  He wasn’t sure why he did this.

“Father Richards?  You sound…different, are you alright?”

And there was his reason.  She wanted to talk to Richards, not him.  He knew this was a lie, but felt compelled to keep up the ruse.  “Forgive me, I’ve been battling a cold for a while.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I hope you feel better soon,” Y/N rattled off, very little care in her tone.  Bucky smiled at that.  “Um…I’ve been having impure thoughts lately.”

“Impure thoughts?” Bucky ventured.

“Yes, about someone that I shouldn’t be having them about.”

“And may I ask who you’re thinking about?” Bucky didn’t need to be asking this, Father Richards would probably have not asked, but he needed to know.

“It’s about…Father Barnes.”  Bucky let out a quick breath.  He was feeling elated, pure ecstasy flowing through every limb.  “And I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way, thinking these things.  He’s a priest for Christ’s sake…oh God I’m sorry!  I mean gosh!  Ugh,” she grunted in frustration.  

“I see,” Bucky kept his voice low, trying to sound less than interested.  “And how long have you been having these thoughts?”

“8 months,” she breathed, rubbing her face with her hands.  “I’m trying so hard not to.  No offense but I hate coming here, so I never do, and yet somehow we keep running into each other.  I was just wanting, needing, a friend, and it very quickly morphed into this sick, twisted thing that I don’t know how to stop.  I feel like I can’t trust myself.  And then Sister Carter called me his temptation, a Jezebel–”

“She called you a what?” Bucky seethed, somewhat keeping up with the facade.

Y/N sighed heavily, a hard sniff coming from her on the other side.  “A Jezebel.  That bitch…sorry,” Y/N sounded exhausted and exasperated.  “That’s what Father…I mean, someone else called me a long time ago, and now I’m just…I don’t even know why I’m doing this.”

Bucky tried to regain control of his rage as he vowed to give Sister Carter a verbal beating.  “I’m sorry she said that to you, that was wrong of her.  You are not either of those things.”  

Y/N scoffed.  “Aren’t I, though?  She said she sees the way I look at him, the way he looks at me.”

“What did you mean when you said you can’t trust yourself?” Bucky reverted to her earlier statement.

“Oh…awkward,” Y/N huffed out a laugh.  “Yeah, I uh, I’m afraid of being left alone with him.  Not that he would hurt me or vice versa, just that, if given the chance, I wouldn’t say no.”

Bucky palmed himself through his pants.  Listening to this was torture, sweet, delicious torture.  “I understand,” he cleared his throat again.  “So you want him…sexually?”

“Desperately,” Y/N whispered.  

Bucky’s head tipped back as he absentmindedly reached into his pants.  He was definitely going to hell now.  Jerking off to a confessional?  He hadn’t touched himself in years, and it felt too good to stop now.  “What are these thoughts you’ve been having?”

“That seems kind of personal, Father,” Y/N sounded dubious.

“You’re right, but I need to understand the level of impurity so I can help you…” Bucky slowly stroked himself, biting back a moan.

“Um…well, just, things of a sexual nature.  Him having me in some, inappropriate places, in inappropriate ways.  Like the altar,”  She sighed.  “Me taking him to my favorite places I’ve traveled…having fun on a beach in Bora Bora.”

Bucky bit his lip, his eyes shut tight as he imagined it.  Him and Y/N on a beach, her barely covered curvy body on top, riding him into oblivion.  Him laying Y/N down across the altar, hiking his sermon robes up and taking her right there in front of God.  He shuttered and then felt his balls tighten, a sudden gush coming from him.  He covered his groan with a cough.  He tried his hardest to keep his voice even.  “What do you plan to do?” 

”What can I do?  He won’t choose me.  I don’t want to make him choose at all.  I have to leave.  Once everything is figured out, I’ll move on and get back to work.  I’ll be the temptation, the harlot he was able to withstand.”

Bucky wanted to jump through the screen and shake her and scream.  How could she think of herself that way?  She wasn’t in charge of him or his choices.  As much as he wanted her, as evidenced by the mess he made of his pants just now, that was his choice he made.

”You are not a harlot.  Temptation is not a sin, and even giving into it isn’t always a sin, either.  You are human, as is Father Barnes.  I think…” he paused, unsure of how he wanted to go about this.  “I think you should talk to him.”

”Talk to him?”

”Not as a confession, just as a friend, to clear the air.  And then you can decide what to do from there.  Until then…” he snuck his hand out of his pants, using one of the tissues in the room to wipe his hand, “I absolve you of your sins.  Say three Hail Marys.  The Lord be with you.”

”And with your spirit,” Y/N answered automatically.  She scoffed at herself.  “Thank you Father.”  She left the confessional room.  Should she actually talk to Bucky?  It felt like putting herself in the line of fire.  Father Richards was getting old, maybe he just had too much fun hearing about a congregant having a crush on his junior priest.  Pervert, she thought.

**picture if from Pinterest, it's A.I. so there's no "artist" or "creator"**

@wintrsoldrluvr

[baileypie-writes]

How about Smile Precure villains with smart but shy S/O? Romantic or platonic depends on the character.

A/N ~ Sure! I only did Joker and Wolfrun, bc they’re the only ones I write for(I decided not to write for Akaoni anymore). Hope you enjoy!

~Joker and Wolfrun with a Smart but Shy Parnter~

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Fandom: Smile Precure!

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Characters Included: Joker and Wolfrun

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: Akaoni slander

~Masterlist~

~Smile Precure! Masterlist~

Guide: The purple dialogue is Joker, the blue dialogue is Wolfrun, and the uncolored dialogue is Reader.

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

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~Joker~

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~ Joker is quite the smart man himself, but not the type that you are. You’re good at math and science, he’s just good at messing with people’s heads. So he’s impressed by your knowledge.

“I must admit my dear, you are quite the smart cookie.”

“Oh… yeah. I guess I’ve always been smart.”

“No need to be embarrassed. It’s quite impressive.”

“Oh… thanks.”

~ He finds it a bit of a shame how shy you are. He believes that someone with as big of a brain as you should be showing it off. And that just what he encourages you to do. He always tells you how you should go out and show your knowledge to the world.

“Look Joker, I don’t like attention. So I don’t want to go show off or whatever.”

“But you deserve it! Most people don’t have the brain capacity to store so much knowledge. In fact, maybe you should help them become smarter. You should try Akaoni first.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. Akaoni could use- wait, no!”

~ Joker tries his best to get you out of your shell. He mostly does this by asking many questions, getting you to talk more and more until you begin rambling. He finds it adorable how flustered you get once you’ve realized how much you’ve been talking.

“-and I find this theory interesting because- oh wait. How long have I been talking for? Oh gosh…”

“It’s alright, my dear. I don’t mind. Now, what were you saying?”

“Wait, are you getting me to talk on purpose?”

“Of course not! Now, why do you find that theory interesting?”

~ When with others, he often brags about your knowledge for you. He lets people know how incredibly smart you are. He only lets up once you let him know how much he’s embarrassing you. He apologizes, but still believes you deserve to be known for your smarts.

“You lot don’t have the brains to even comprehend (name)’s knowledge. Just hearing their intelligence would put you into a coma!”

“Joker… please.”

“Honestly, they could defeat the Pretty Cure without even lifting a finger! They could just outsmart them!”

“Oh gosh…”

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~Wolfrun~

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~ For the most part, Wolfrun couldn’t care less how smart you are. Knowledge isn’t something he worries about. But, while he won’t admit it, he’s pretty impressed, and even intimidated by your big brain.

“Hey, when did we get grapes? Whatever, guess I’ll eat them.”

“Wolfrun no! You’ll die!”

“What? What are you talking about? It’s just grapes.”

“Grapes are deadly to dogs!”

“Ugh. I’m a wolf, (name).”

“Wanna risk death?”

“….no.”

~ He finds it almost offensive how you barely talk, despite how much you have stored in your mind. If he didn’t know you so well, he’d think that you were using your shyness as a cover. But still, sometimes he fears that you’re planning something.

“What are you planning in that big brain of yours?”

“Planning? I’m not planning anything.”

“You sure?”

“Wolfrun….”

~ Unlike Joker, he doesn’t try to get you to talk or become less shy. He just lets you be. He honestly prefers this, because that way, he can do all the talking. He likes to talk.

“I mean, I know Akaoni’s stupid, but come on! Even a five year old wouldn’t make that mistake!”

“Haha! Yeah.”

“Huh. You know, you really don’t talk much more than when we met.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m just not a big talker.”

“Eh, not like it matters. Anyway,-“

~ Like mentioned before, Wolfrun can be a bit intimidated by your knowledge. He automatically feels this way when anyone is better than him at anything. So while he doesn’t like being proven wrong, he knows not to challenge your brain.

“C’mon, (name). There’s no way that’s true!”

“Wolfrun, I’m telling you it is!”

“No way!”

“Do I need to remind you how often I’m right?”

“…no.”

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~~baileypie-writes

[xolliwritez]

hellooooooo i’m back with another request hehe could i request a lee loid fic where he’s in a tickle fight with anya and winning but yor comes home and anya’s like “mama save me !” and yor comes to save the day hehe thank you🖤

Boo Boo's & Laughter || Spy x Family Tk Fic

A/N: dani, you never seize to make such amazingly cute ideas you sweet pea!! i do hope this fic is to your liking queen!! i'm so glad to have chatted with you slightly and sorry it took so much longer!! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)♡

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"Noho! Stay away papaha!" Screamed the pinkette.

The day had gone on as normal, Loid struggling to get Anya to study, per usual. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the 'fun' type, his studying tactics bland for the little girls tastes, so it was obvious why she's complain about this type of work.

Well, that was until Loid had accidentally found out about the great Anya's weakness. He was fed up with her attitude and went to pick her up, only for her to move out the way and get her side squeezes just enough to make the young one shriek. With this newfound information, he decided it'd be the best way to tire her into studying.. that was until it became a complete game of cat and mouse. Embarrassingly enough, the spy found this.. fun? Is that the word? He didn't know, right now that didn't matter, what mattered was catching this troublesome child and getting her into her studies.

With a wrong turn, she had slipped and skid her knee slightly, making her well up with tears, seeing this, Loid's father side came into play as he pulled her into his lap, investigating the knee to see how bad it was (even though they both were overreacting now).

"P-Papa." Whined the smaller, a singular tear streaming down her face, followed suit with a few more, the sight of seeing her hurt physically and mentally hurting him just as much, if not, maybe even worse. "Hey, it's okay, how about I put a bandage on-"

"Can you kiss it better?"

What? What type of question is that? Is she stu- no, she's a child, she doesn't know any better. Loid refused to stoop down any lower, holding up what little pride he is by closing his eye's, "Anya, I can't do- that.." he peeked and eye open, and he instantly regretted it. She looked at him with puppy dog eye's, her bottom lip sticking out, along with sniffles here and there from her crying, ugh.. maybe it wouldn't hurt, he supposed.

"If I kiss it better, will you study?" He asked, not surprised when she shook her head. He sighed and smirked, mischief sparkling in him like never before, "Fine then, I guess the tickle monster will take his toll on you." He wiggled his finger's, his heart tugging at every angle seeing her squeal and squirm in place, her once crackling voice from crying now filled with playful excitement.

And with a new goal in mind, his finger's descended onto her tummy, the corners of his mouth tugging wider as he heard the excited laughter escape her lips, gosh how was she so adorable!?

"EEP! Pa-Pahahahapa! Nohoho! Bahad pahahapa! Bahad!" She playfully scolded, making him snicker slightly, "Oh, I'm the bad one now? Sorry agent Anya, but I've got to put you in your place." He then growled, acting like a 'monster' as he blew a raspberry against her tummy, "AHA! WAHAIT! MAHAHAMA! MAHAMA HEHELP!" She reached out, "Mama won't save you- WOAH-!" Loid squawked as he found himself pinned against the ground. He was so caught up in his game that he didn't even notice Yor came home early.

"Sorry, but.. I have to save agent Anya! It's my duty!" Yor played along. Loid had tried to get up but found himself completely stuck, how much strength did she have!? Yor couldn't helo but pay attention to Anya almost immediately, "Oh my, Anya, you're hurt!" Yor said, worried from the skidded knee. "Papa did it." Anya lied, that damn child! How dare she-

"Eh!? I did not- no!" Loid found himself squirming slightly as he felt Yor scribble against his side, "How rude of you! And while I wasn't around to protect her either?" She playfully scoffed offense, though Loid couldn't help but still be offended. "A punishment must be in order." Yor demanded, now sitting herself comfortable against his lower back, nails skittering against his clothed side's with relative ease, even though he had extra protection and immaculate endurance, he couldn't help himself but feel this get to him rather quickly. He puffed out random splurts of giggles here and there as Yor kept being persistent with the tickling.

What he didn't expect was for Anya to poke at his socked foot, the newly targeted spot making ot even more difficult to hold in, Anya and Yor exchanged glances before smirking down at Loid, making him buck as Yor massaged her palms against the back of his ribs, whilst Anya sat down and scribbled her tiny hands over his foot. If he weren't trained in endurance, he'd be at their mercy right now, yet here he was cackling boisterously into his sleeves, his body quivering from the tingly sensations, ghost tickles making their way up to his stomach and fluttering there like a heap of butterflies with feather like appendages.

"Kitchi-kitchi-koo, honey~" Yor's confidence came in, leaning down and whispering into his ear, making him snort and scrunch up his shoulder's to cover his ear's. "What's wrong? Does this not.. tickle your fancy?" She'd give him an obviously rhetorical question, yet with his state right now, he didn't realize, "Y-YohoHOu ahARE!" He squealed into his sleeves once again, ugh, if Anya weren't behind him right now, he'd be slamming his feet into the ground to try and reduce the ticklish sensations just the slightest bit.

"If it really doesn't tickle, how about you try and het up right now?" She challenged, keeping at her spot. Loid took this literally as he used his forearms to boost him up, only to snort and flop back down when she scribbled into his pits each time he attempted to get up. "KYAHAH! Y-Yo-YOHOR! NOHO! Wahahait, thiHIHIS IHI'sn't fahAhAIr!" His attempts became futile as he just gave in, curling inwards ever so slightly, snorting and squealing each time she'd come back up to scribble under his arm's, before returning to massaging at the back of his ribs.

As his laughter became wheezy and crackled, that's when Yor stopped, "Anya, his had eniugh sweetheart!" She smiled sweetly at the pinkette, the young girl stopping and walking up to pat Loid on the head, "Want to get him a cup of water? He deserves it." Yor said, Anya immediately going off to get that cup of water.

"Sorry if I took it too far!" Yor immediately changed back, her cheeks dusted a bright pink as she muttered apologies, "I'm super sorry, I was just in the moment an-mmph?" Her cheeks couldn't get any redder, her speech cut short when Loid gave her a gentle kiss, his cheeks flushed and his breathing still unsteady along with some random giggles here and there from the tickle attack before. "You're okay, if anything, I, eh.. en-enjoyed it?" He said, making Yor look as if she passed away, "HUH? YOR ARE YO-" "AAA YOU'RE SO CUTE!" She hugged him, smothering his face with kisses, making him chuckle, blush and smile widely, enjoying the affection.

"Mama and papa are flirting."

"ANYA!"

It seems Loid forgot what he was tickling Anya for anyways.

[miniscule-meow]

Accidents Happen

Some unnamed characters, and a scenario that has played in my head since I was 13 that I finally got around to putting words to?

Warnings: angst. hurt/comfort, death mention, panic attacks

Word count: ~1.2k

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“What were you thinking?!” He shouts, causing her to cower away from him. Her hands immediately come up to cover her ears. It’s not just that he’s loud, but she can feel the vibrations of him shouting at her rumble through her whole body. She stares up at him with wide eyes, unable to do anything to stop him as he digs her out of his backpack. His gigantic fingers pull her into his palm. She’s all tangled up in the chords of his old headphones. He makes an exasperated noise as the headphones come out with her. “See? You got all- ugh. You could have been hurt! Seriously hurt! I didn’t know you were in there! How long where you there? All day? Oh my gosh. You were in there all day weren’t you.” His enormous digits fumble around her as he tries to untangle the mess of wires that she’s found herself in. Looking up at his face she sees him frowning, deep in concentration. He’s trying to manipulate her limbs and free her from the wire without hurting her.

“I” She tries quietly, but he interrupts.

“No, listen If I threw my backpack down too carelessly, or if I leaned against a wall wrong, or – seriously a million different things could have happened with you in there! Why didn’t you think that through for even a second!” He's so upset, his fingers tremble around her.

“I-“ She tries again, but he ignores her.

“You could have gotten a concussion, or broken bones or- or- Seriously, you could have died! Do you understand that? You could have literally died. And! And, If I didn’t check my bag, you could have been stuck in here for days and- ack! I don’t even want to think about that. Imagine what that might have been like for me! I go and open my backpack and see the-the-the pulpy remains of my friend all in there! That would have scarred me for life, and also might I mention again, you would be literally dead! Gah! What the hell were you thinking?!” He finally gets the chord unwound from around her, he tosses it roughly aside.

She is suddenly painfully aware of how big he is, and of how absolutely miniscule she is in his hands. It isn’t a surprise, but it’s like she’s seeing him for the first time again. His torso towers before her like a wall, she has to look straight up to see his face looming above her. His disapproving frown fills her entire sky. His fingers curl around her, and she’s surrounded on all sides by his pulsing warmth. He’s gentle, but he’s overwhelming.

He’s mad. He’s really angry. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen him angry before. She’s certainly never seen him angry at her. If you had asked her yesterday if she trusted him, she would have said absolutely. But now, held in his grasp as he yells at her, she would say… maybe? She would say… she hopes so? He’s just so big. And he’s right! That’s the thing that shakes her to her core. He’s completely right. She could have gotten really hurt. She could have been trapped in the pocket of his bag for weeks without him noticing. She could have died, and he wouldn’t have even noticed until he found her later by happenstance.

“Shit.” He whispers, shifting her in his hands. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright.” He’s talking softly now, trying to comfort her. His voice still vibrates all around her, a gentle tremor instead of a shaking earthquake. “I am so sorry. Hey. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have said any of that. It’s okay. Accidents happen, and – I’m sorry I didn’t notice you sooner. Okay? Breathe, breathe. You’re okay. Nothing bad happened. I’m sorry I put all those images in your head. I- Please breathe. Please.” His tone has shifted completely. He tries to comfort her but she can’t focus on his words long enough to grasp what he is saying. All she can do is fight to breathe.

“It was an accident!” She finally shouts up at him. Instantly, he freezes. “I was trying to climb up your desk, like I’ve done a million times, and I fell. I fell into your bag, got tangled in the wires, and you didn’t notice me. You just zipped up your bag and went to your classes, and now here we are! Okay? I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to be here! I didn’t want any of this! I tried to get your attention and – and you didn’t hear me.” She’s losing it, and fast. Her breathing becomes sporadic, she trips over her words, “You didn’t hear me! A-and I know I could have died and, and, and I’m sorry! I was- I was really scared, and I wanted you to notice me be-before something bad ha-happened and- I- I’m sorry. It was a- It was an accident.”

She cowers in his palms, curling in on herself and sobbing into her hands. She feels his eyes on her, scrutinizing her, taking in every inch of her all at once. She can’t hide. Anxiety rips down her spine. She can’t breathe. Her stomach twists into knots. Her heart hammers in her chest like it’s trying to escape. She curls in tighter on herself, but she still feels his eyes on her. She digs her fingers into her hair covering her head, but she knows he’s still looking at her, watching her fall apart right in front of him. She wishes she could get so small that she would just disappear. She can’t think, she can’t breathe. She’s lost completely in her spiraling panic attack.

“I could have died. A-and I really tried to get your attention, I did. I really did.” She’s still pleading with him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. I wasn’t paying attention, and that’s- that’s my fault. I am so, so sorry. You’re okay. I’ve got you now, okay? I’ve got you. You’re okay now. Everything is okay.” His thumb strokes up and down her back, trying to soothe her.

“I- You shouldn’t – You shouldn’t have to always be-be on high alert though!” She doesn’t look up, she just shouts into her knees. “That isn’t- it isn’t fair to you. You shouldn’t have to walk on eggshells in your own apartment, thinking that – that at any moment you could – you could kill me or – or” Another wave of anxiety tears through her, she holds herself tighter.  

“No, no, no, don’t think like that. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.” He pulls his hands close to himself. “I’m sorry I yelled at you for something that was totally my fault. You didn’t deserve that.” He continues murmuring comfortingly to her until she catches her breath enough to stop crying.

“Are you mad at me?” She asks, gripping his shirt with her still trembling hands, and pulling herself closer to him.

“No! no, I’m not mad at you. I’m glad you’re okay.” He says softly.

“Okay.” She shivers, calming down enough to look forward to the stale, drained feeling that comes after a panic attack.

[auspicious-manner]

ngl I keep coming back each day to read your stories, they are really good! can you do another story on newsies era mike faist and the reader? thank you :)

thank you so much, it means a lot :) even though i don’t update daily anymore, lol. although, i was better about it this week, and it only took me 6 days to update instead of 7, go me! small improvement!

female reader x mike faist

warnings: none

I’m So Tired

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“dude, open the door!” a voice sounded from the outside of Y/N’s apartment door.

“gosh, give me like five seconds!” she yelled back as she finished packing her backpack to head to the theater.

there was a long pause. “it’s been longer than five seconds!”

she grabbed her bag and flung the door open to find an impatient mike looking down at her disheveled state.

“my goodness, you are insufferable.”

mike raised an eyebrow. “i’m insufferable? you’re the one who has made us behind today. we’re going to be late because of you.”

Y/N walked out of her apartment and turned to lock the door. “we’re going to be just fine, stop being so dramatic.”

Y/N and mike had a very close bond. after being cast in newsies together, with mike as morris and the understudy of jack kelly and Y/N as hannah and a bowery beauty, they became best friends due to constantly being together. every day, they would commute to the nederlander theatre together. mike lived further into the city, so he would drive his car to Y/N’s apartment building, park it in the street, and together they would take the subway.

with mike being a year older than Y/N, a lot of their debates resulted in mike trying to act as an older figure to her, with her firing back and saying something snarky like, “you’re not my dad”. given the fact that both of them had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor, their personalities fit together like two puzzle pieces. not only that, but their relationship was full of constant play-flirting that both of them though was based strictly off of friendship.

“i’m going on as jack today,” mike told her as they walked down the busy streets of new york.

Y/N yawned. “no kidding? that’s cool.”

mike sighed. “you could have just told me you didn’t care.”

Y/N quickly looked at him, realizing her yawn came off the wrong way. “i didn’t mean that sarcastically, really. i didn’t have time to make coffee today and i barely got any sleep because my neighbors dog was screeching all night,” she stopped walking, resulting in mike also coming to a stop. he stared at her sunken eyes. “i’m so unbelievably tired.”

mike nodded and continued walking. “i get it. if it makes you feel any better, we’ll share at least a little bit of stage time today since i’m going on as jack,” he said with a hopeful grin.

“ugh, that does not help my mood.”

the pair continued to the station, safely got on the subway, and headed off. on the subway, Y/N’s eyes began to flutter as if she was fighting off sleep. she’s pretty sure at some point she actually did manage to fall asleep on the short ride to their stop.

“are you… sleeping?” mike asked when he saw her head slumped to the side. he pushed her arm gently and she shot up.

“are you okay? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this tired,” he asked her with real concern.

“i’m fine, i promise. i just didn’t get a lot of sleep, that’s all.”

mike stared back at her, not fully believing it. he put his hand to her forehead. “you feel a little warm. do you have a fever?”

“who knows, i might,” she started, being interrupted by a yawn. “i’ll just take a nap in my dressing room before i have to get ready, then i’ll be brand new.”

mike sighed. “Y/N, you are one tough cookie.”

they got off at their stop and walked into the beautiful nederlander theatre. sometimes they still couldn’t believe they did this for a living. the feeling of walking into the empty theater never changed, even after performing hundreds of shows.

they signed in and separated to their dressing rooms to prepare. she got to her shared dressing room early and was able to squeeze in a short hour of sleep before being awoken by her cast mates.

“Y/N, if you don’t get ready now you’ll never be ready in time for the show,” kara lindsay said, leaning over the girl sleeping on the small couch. she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up.

“this is going to be a long night,” she murmured before getting up and sitting in front of the mirror. she began to pin strands of hair tight against her head in order to prepare for her wig to be placed.

“what’s wrong with you today? you seem off,” kara asked as she did the same thing as Y/N.

“is it really that noticeable?” she asked, resulting in a nod from kara.

“i slept horribly last night, and i think i’m coming down with a cold. i’m just so tired.”

“just think about how rewarding your sleep is going to be when you finish the show tonight. you just have to get through two hours, and you’re free to sleep,” she consoled.

Y/N nodded and yawned. “i guess you’re right.”

she continued getting ready with kara and the other girls who played the nuns and the second bowery beauty by her side. she was friends with kara and merely acquaintances with the girls, but her only close friend out of the entire cast was mike. she hated to admit it, but she almost thought there was something more seriously flirty between the two of them. something beyond the nonchalant play flirting.

as if kara was reading Y/N’s mind, kara cleared her voice and began to speak. “you and mike are together a lot. do you like him?”

Y/N froze. was she going to admit her feelings for mike to kara?

“what? no. we’re just friends, nothing more,” she said, clearly not believing her own words.

kara smiled. “the way you guys look at each other and blush as if on cue isn’t something friends just do. when you guys finally realize there’s something more, give me credit,” she stated confidently before going to the wig room to get her wig placed.

Y/N sat contemplating what kara said, and looked at the three other girls to her side that were too engrossed in their own conversations to really listen to hers. she sat back in her seat and continued her hair, the conversation never leaving her mind.

after completing the process of pinning her hair back and doing her makeup, she got her first wig placed and her hannah costume on. after she was completely ready and waiting for her first call, she laid back down on the couch and closed her eyes.

there was a knock outside the dressing room door. she heard it in her sleep, but didn’t have the energy to answer it.

the knock sounded again, but instead of stopping afterwards, whoever it was came in.

“i-Y/N, are you sleeping again?”

Y/N sat up and saw mike in his jack kelly costume, standing over her.

“yeah, i was sleeping,” she replied, dazed.

“you’re not okay to do the show tonight, you never sleep before we go on like this. you should have called off,” mike said, sitting down next to her.

“i can do it. it sucks, but i’ll be fine. it’s just one show, and then i’m free to sleep in as long as i please tomorrow. i promise i’m just fine, pinky swear,” she said playfully, holding out her pinky.

mike glared at her before rolling his eyes and interlocking his pinky with hers. “i’m trusting you on this one.”

everyone was called to the wings, and mike stood by Y/N. she felt his glance lay on her, but she ignored it and looked onstage where the final props were being set up. she could hear the bustling audience beyond the stage.

mike placed an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, causing her to lean in and rest her head on mike’s shoulder. she could have easily fallen asleep right there.

it was mike’s turn to go on. “good luck buddy, you’ll be great,” she said, patting his back.

“you too, Y/N. don’t fall asleep out there!” he whispered before running to his place.

the show actually went smoothly, to Y/N’s surprise. the roar of the audience gave Y/N a boost of energy, and she was mostly able to get through the show. however, she noticed that any time she sat down in one of pulitzer’s chairs onstage, sleep threatened her again. along side the sleep issue, she felt her cold symptoms beginning to worsen, and her throat became scratchy and her nose was beginning to get stuffed up.

while being one of the bowery beauties, mike and Y/N got at least a few minutes of indirect stage time together. when the show allowed, they made eye contact and Y/N would look back at him, dazed with both tiredness and admiration for her friend.

towards the end of the show, Y/N watched mike perform onstage, and he was magical. he was captivating, and talented, and she wanted nothing more than to watch mike perform for hours. he ran off stage, catching her eyes staring directly at him.

“you okay?” he whispered, leaning close to her ear.

she yawned in response. “all good.”

he laughed before running off. she smiled to herself, feeling oddly giddy. mike was her best friend, why was she feeling excited at mike recognizing her?

finally, after a tiring two hours, it was time for curtain call. Y/N felt like at any time, her body would collapse under the weight of her heavy eyelids coercing her to sleep. she took her bow, and grinned when mike came out on stage as jack kelly. every time he went on as jack, Y/N’s heart fluttered with pride. she wasn’t exactly sure if it was normal for her to feel this strongly about a friend.

she retired to her dressing room, undoing her costume, hair, and makeup as quickly as possible. it took her longer than expected, though, due to her drowsy and slow movements.

all of the other girls finished before her, and she was left alone in her room. she was on her last task: unclipping her head of hair.

“oh gosh, i can’t do this,” she mumbled, resting her head on the table in front of her. luckily, before she could fall asleep at her table, mike barged in the door.

“hey Y/N- oh do not tell me you’re sleeping again,” mike said, standing behind her.

“not this time. i was close,” she lifted her head up and looked at mike through the mirror in front of her. “i just want to go home. i don’t even have the energy to take my hair out of the clips.”

mike thought about it, hesitated, and spoke up. “if you want me to, i can unclip it for you. you can rest your head for a little bit and i’ll get your hair done, okay?”

Y/N blushed. “would you?”

mike smiled back. “anytime. now, head down.”

she rested her head on her arms in front of her, and dozed off into a very light sleep. she knew mike was still talking to her, but she couldn’t decipher it or reply.

mike patted the back of her head. “all done,” mike exclaimed. “now, if you don’t hurry, we’ll miss our ride and i don’t think you want that.”

Y/N stood up slowly, finding it hard to walk due to her exhaustion. they made it outside of the theater, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk the few blocks to the station.

“mike?” she asked softly. matching her energy, he turned around and gave her a gentle look.

“what’s up?” he asked.

“c-can you carry me?”

mike tried to hide his red cheeks. “yeah, of course, but just this once. you’re crazy if you think i’ll be doing this for you every day.”

Y/N laughed and jumped on his back. “don’t worry about it, i won’t ask again.”

she got herself situated in a piggyback position on mike, and he carried her to their station. she rested her head comfortably on his back, and the sound of his breathing quickly lulled her to sleep. the only time she was awake was when mike set her down at the station and when they arrived at their destination. on the subway, she rested her head on mike’s shoulder and took a power nap.

Y/N instinctively got onto mike’s back again after they got out of the station, and he carried her all the way to her apartment door.

“i’ll get you settled inside, and then i’m going to head out,” mike said as Y/N unlocked her door.

“you can stay. your shoulder and back was comfy to sleep on,” she said, surprising herself with how bold she was being.

“are you sure? i don’t want to interrupt your sleep.”

Y/N stopped in the middle of her bedroom as mike told her this. “dude, i literally fell asleep on you multiple times tonight. you help me sleep,” she replied.

“if you say so,” he said, smiling lightly.

they got into bed, and unbeknownst to the other, they were smiling at the thought of sharing a bed together.

Y/N laid her head on mike’s chest, and he placed his arm around her.

“is this okay?” she asked, not wanting to overstep her boundaries.

he grazed her shoulder with his fingertips. “it’s perfect.”

“goodnight mike,” she said, already half asleep in his arms.

“goodnight Y/N,” he whispered back. she swore she heard a small “i love you” from mike, but before she could decide if she did or not, she was passed out cold.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

https://www.tumblr.com/gh0stsp1d3r/753814463982059520/hey-dudes-shes-gonna-have-a-bigger-part-im-so

it’s so refreshing to see people that actually like her😭

they either like riara or they just don’t like her for no reason🧍🏽‍♀️

me personally i think they’re gonna be so cute and hopefully have a lot of domestic and intimate scenes together🙂‍↕️ and i really really hope she’ll be rafes safe space and the person he can turn to when he needs someone

also they better have a lot of kiss scenes i need to see that so badly gosh🙈

UGH NO FR 😭!!

I do not wanna see anyone hating on Sofia this season, no no.

YOURE RIGHT. It’s either because 1. They wanna see riara be canon (it’ll never be.) 2. They believe he should stay single because they’re too in love with him. Or 3. They’re just misogynistic!

I need them to have more scenes tg fr! I need Rafe to be happier this season pls and thank you

YESSSS. kiss scenes pls im begging

like from what we saw of her she was rlly sweet and kind, and Rafe seems to trust her enough to confide in her. he seems to like her company.

SOFIA GET BACK I WILL DEFEND U W MY LIFE 🤺🤺

also unrelated but I have seen people say her character saved no purpose? YOURE WRONG.

she served as a real, stable thing in Rafe’s life when everything else seemed to be going to shit. he had no one else at this point, not his father, not Barry, no one. but she gave him advice and he took it to heart. He knew what he had to do. she serves as sort of an anchor for him, something to keep him kind of grounded throughout all the crazy.

I’m really excited to see more of her and Rafe tg. I love them with my life actually

[phobiaoftickles]

Suspense

Tickletober day 3: Suspense

Summary: Marshall thought it be funny to mess with his boyfriend with the thing he loves the most.

A/N: I don’t know what suspense means, and it’s kinda embarrassing, but I hope this is what this means.

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Marshall Lee told his beloved Gary, to watch his back for now on bc there is someone, or something, lurking behind him, and it’ll strike when he leasts expect it. The pink haired teen just recently tickled the shit out of his younger boyfriend, so he really was hoping Marshall tickled the shit out of him too as revenge.

And if he knew anything about his gutarist boyfriend, when he’s in a ler mood he would always wear this all knowing look on his face, the one he’s wearing now.

2 weeks has passed, and Marshall showed no signs of getting Gary back. The pinkette felt saddened by this, and he wanted to tell Marshall to tickle him without telling him because Gumball hadn’t ever mention anything about liking tickling, and he wants to keep it that way too.

The Prince walked past his boyfriend and acted like he was grabbing a cup, having his whole side exposed, but all the guitarist did was grabbed his cup of coffee and went to go sit back down on the couch. Gumball beilieves in second chances.

A couple days passed, and Gumball became more angsty by the second. He wanted, no… needed, his boyfriend to just tickle him back already. Why is Marshall Lee being so stubborn?! Gumball propped his bare feet on his lap, hopping he would just trace a line down his soles, but nothing came. All that happened was Marshall showing his boyfriend a funny meme on tiktok. Gumball just rolled his eyes and walked off. “What? You don’t think these memes are funny? Haha.” The guitarist went back to his previous sitting, laughing like an idiot to his phone. If only the vampire can make his prince laugh like that. Well, third times the charm, right?

Gumball slept in way later than his usual wake up times, so Marshall came in to try to wake him up, all apart of the pink haired’s plan. “Good morning, sunshine, it’s time to wake up~.” The vampire tried nudging him, but he didn’t wake up. “Come on, Gary, it’s 1:13, you usually wake up at 10:00, is something wrong?” Marshall shook him four more times and with every push, he pushed harder. Then he finally gave up. “Well, alright, I’ll let you sleep in, but I don’t want u sleeping in tomorrow, I want to do stuff with you.”

Before he walked out the room, he heard Gumball’s heavy sigh. “Oh my gosh, Marshall… babe…” He flipped over to meet the gaze of his boyfriend.

“What’s wrong, bub? You seemed out of it these past 3 weeks, I’m worried about you.” Marshall came over to kiss his boyfriend.

“Ugh… please… can you just… *sigh* tickle me… please?” Gumball gave the vampire these cute puppy dog eyes, the same eyes that he uses to get his way.

“Hahah, you want me to tickle you? That’s so cute~.” Marshall carressed Gary’s sleepy face with his finger.

The prince pulled a pillow over his beat red face, this is so embarrassing he actually wanted to die right where he’s laying. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m sorry, you’re just too cute. Hahaha, anyways, you could’ve just asked babe.”

“Well, I didn’t want to ask, that’s the problem. The last time I tickled you you said ‘watch your back’ so I just assumed you would’ve tickled me from the get go. Why did you wait so fucking long~~~” Gumball wanted to shut up, but his mouth just kept talking.

“I was gonna tickle you, but after I saw your face after saying that, I’d thought making you ask me to would suffice just fine for me. Now, lay there like a good boy, and let me do all the work.” Marshall climbed on his boyfriend, straddling his waist, and pinning his arms down. That afternoon was filled with bubbly laughs, and let’s just say, Gumball went to sleep with a huge smile on his face.

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (10) 

@tastetherainbow290

chapter 20

i’m scared for this chapter

my death predictions are vanity, peter, irene, and one of the death eaters (i can’t remember their names) (please let me be wrong please let me be wrong)

i’m only reading this one for now bc it’s “quick” according to the author

sirius pov! ok that’s good

ugh slughorn. die.

oh no the death eaters found peter

peter noooo omg. do not die right now.

they’re just. beating him to death. 

WHY DOES PETER ALWAYS BETRAY THEM IN EVERY FIC

james pov ahhhh dramatic irony

VANITY NO

and there goes willa

VESPA NO you will be missed

hodge no not vanity please

poor james oh my gosh

no vanity vanity no why no

tears

ok i need to be somewhere in 20 minutes this is horrible timing but i have to stop reading now

guys im back. it’s been like an hour i am not ready

“She never got her first kiss. She never got to fall in love. She never got to go home. Her prince never saved her. Her prince killed her. Her prince is dead.” SOBBING

why would you write this. i’m so serious rn WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THIS

peter saving regulus ❤️

IRENE NO

why would you write this. 

ugh poor mathias. they didn’t mean to 💔

irene no what are you doing

MATHIAS TOO NO

JAMES NO what’s gonna happen i’m scared

i know james isn’t dead but regulus doesn’t and no one can tell him james is still alive ugh poor regulus 

sirius pov

yes sirius send regulus a secret message

rip juniper 💔 i know i would’ve been sad if we saw more of her

every time the death count shows at the end of the chapter i get so sad when i see evan’s name

chapter 21

maybe this one is happier?

ugh i hate slughorn

the two victor thing this is just like the hunger games (every time i say smth like this it’s like… yeah… that’s the whole point 😭)

sirius you’re so smart i love you

dorlene yay!! i love them even tho this is SAD

dorcas running FOUR MILES to see marlene 

i love them.

dorcassss tell her about the orderrrrr

“you’re a good friend” ❤️‍🩹

remus pov switch

regulus putting everything in the river ok

he’s keeping his own stuff that’s good

is regulus going to LEAP ACROSS THE RIVER

okay he didn’t. good.

run regulus run go find james

“It reminds Remus vaguely of dogs getting the zoomies” 😭

i lowkey forgot to be writing my thoughts down

“fancy a trip to space” sirius 😭

hanky panky time

MOON

AHHHHHHHH

why are they stopping 😯

oh poor sirius ☹️ ugh i just feel so bad for him like. the way the hallow treated him was so unfair 

chapter 22

james pov!

james 💔

“happy birthday hodge” TEARS

eeee regulus is going to find james

james talking to regulus in his head

“regulus never fails to look up” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

poor james just out here suffering

james getting high off anesthesia 😭

come on regulus you can do it go find james

HE FOUND HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

james thinking regulus was sirius ☹️

regulus just going with it

the james pov of this 💔

not him trying to sell sirius about regulus’ “parting gift” 😭 i hope he does get to tell him eventually

he’s realizing

“you came and found me” “of course i did” AHHHHH

kiss kiss kiss

ok they’re hugging i love them

this is so sad but reunion!!!

sirius pov

joffery?! what is your offer

chapter 23

regulus telling james abt irene ☹️

why is this sad

they’re flirting

ope nevermind flirting over

regulus holding james ❤️‍🩹

i bet the audience is eating this up. which is kind of really sad. like. they’re having a moment and everyone’s just. watching.

SOUP 

they’re literally katniss and peeta in that one scene

“thank him” im just as confused as you are regulus

regulus feeding james (this is giving me the ick lowkey)

them talking about their relationship i hate that regulus is only doing this for the games

ugh i hate that james is being so james right now like. i want them to do this in peace and privacy and without the context of the games

“I used to collect brown rocks if they reminded me of your eyes” if someone did that for me i would cry

regulus telling james he was his first love

KISS ALREADY

i feel bad rn bc im like. the audience. intruding on their private moment. i know this is purely fiction but still. 

😯 they kissed

a sad kiss but a kiss nonetheless 

they’re kissing for real now eeeee

“That was one of the happiest moments of my life” ☹️☹️☹️

“now James knows that Regulus would kiss him in the pursuit of saving his life, if there literally was no other option” i am so sorry james

“peter wouldn’t betray me like that”

the tension rn (and not in a good way)

my sister is watching my favorite episode (s2 e13) of regular show rn im getting so distracted this is going to be my last chapter

“You can't protect me from this, because I'm already here” 💔

why is this SO SAD

“If there's one thing all of this has taught me it's that I've always cared” 

the end notes: “everyone: WHEN WILL THEY KISS??? me: be careful what you wish for” this feels targeted

[yostresswritinggirl]

Ooo, I love the thought of Tighnari and Cyno throwing flowers and petals to the Reader after a performance!! I can see the Reader blowing a kiss towards them both in response if they manage to see them in the crowd.

I’ve been thinking about some more Ballet/Tap dancer Reader from Fontaine with Cynonari scenarios I’d like to share again, I hope you don’t mind me talking about it some more, fgkjh-

So, I’m going to lean into the ballet dancer side for the next few thoughts/scenarios. I can’t help but imagine the Reader telling Cyno and Tighnari about their experiences in ballet; bad instructors, funny and happy moments, ballets they’ve been in, and opening up about any body image issues they dealt with along the way (more on this in a moment). In the world of ballet, there is a lot of pressure put onto you, both by instructors and yourself. Instructors correct you constantly (“Your footing is wrong, you need to do this…” “Your position is wrong, you need to that…” etc.) and you’re pretty hard on yourself as well. Linking back to the body image issue, in ballet, there is pressure to look a certain way, to attain bodily perfection. At first, the Reader really did struggle with this pressure, but has gradually built up their confidence in themselves over time. Although, if they do still deal with some body issues and insecurities, then Tighnari and Cyno will shoot down any negative thoughts and reassure/comfort them.

Reader: Imagine being required to show up for work each day dressed in a skin-tight leotard and leggings, where every perceived flaw is visible. Now imagine you spend most of your work-day surrounded by wall-to-wall mirrors, and you’re asked to constantly monitor your own appearance. That’s what it is like for ballet dancers. Overcoming the pressure to look a certain way was a pretty big challenge for me. 

Reader: “Will the crowd notice me if I am more attractive? Would they like me more if I was ten pounds lighter?” Those sort of thoughts ran through my head. I only saw what my instructors saw in myself - something that needed improvement.

Despite all the stress and hardship the Reader has endured, they still retain a love and passion for ballet.

On a more lighter note, I’ve been thinking more about the statement that Fontaine “revers true beauty and elegance” and trying to incorporate that into different displays of affection. One ‘elegant’ way I thought of was the Reader kissing their lovers’ hands. The thought of the Reader gently taking up their lovers’ hands and pressing their lips on their knuckles makes me so soft,,, And love letters!! Another way could be the Reader writing love letters to both Cyno and Tighnari. Also, I have this weird headcanon that courting in Fontaine is more ‘polite,’ if that makes sense?? (it’s mainly because Fontaine’s based off of 1910 France-) Like, opening doors for the person you like, offering an arm when you walk together, that sort of thing.

And the Reader learning more about Sumeru! The wildlife, the people, and everything else about it. They always have a wonder and curiosity about their surroundings.

Reader: Oh, wow! Tighnari, what’s this?

Tighnari: *looks over his shoulder*

Reader: *pointing to a pretty, but incredibly poisonous mushroom* :D ?

Tighnari: Okay first off-

I’ll give one more scenario with ballet dancer Reader- Parts of ballet dancers’ bodies can just crack at any time and they usually feel really sore. So when Reader cracks one part of their body Tighnari and Cyno just cringe at the sound-

Reader: (Ugh, my whole body aches…) *they flex their toes and the loudest cracking noise just,, goes off*

Cyno: *stops what he’s doing* *turns around*

Reader’s hip: *c ra ck*

Cyno:

Cyno: (Name),

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

I love it, I love it, gosh darn all of it

I can definitely see Cyno and Tighnari kind of paralleled their lives in the Akademiya with ballet reader's in the sense of their critic struggles. How despite art and academics are in the other end of the spectrum, the hardships weigh just the same in what they had to deal with

Hearing about the body issues and pretty much just knowing how important physique is (which is also kind of a weird thing for them both seeing as Cyno and Tighnari most definitely do not worry about looking good, not their priority pretty much, despite slaying so much), they do their best to assist in a more practical/applied way. Tighnari definitely would act like a dietician in keeping watch of their nutrient intake and suggesting meals

All a balanced diet, after all he's not a believer of cutting back in food, he knows that the best way to get in shape is to make sure that your food is carefully picked out in terms of the nutrients. Cyno in the other hand would help with exercise by either training (usually in the guise of combat) or just his daily routine of workouts, they like to do it near an oasis or any body of water so it would be refreshing.

Ballet reader does give me a regal vibe of like - a princess acting princely, elegant and androgynous somehow! Like in their tip toes, arm behind their back as they bow and take the hand of their lovers to kiss, a wink thrown in too as they do it. Cyno and Tighnari feel like princesses being charmed by their ballet prince haha

Oh oh and can't forget, I can definitely see them dancing on top of the huuuge mushrooms in Mawtiyima Forest after Tighnari showed them there accompanied by fireflies and the blue glows of the plants! It's so beautiful there for a ballet routine, Cyno and Tighnari always sneaks over to watch

And they also can make a popping sound on their knee when they move their leg a certain way too haha man, I wanna see how Cyno reacts when he sees how they break in their ballet shoes (bonus points if it was his gift to them too hahaha)

[jasntodds]

The Lucky Ones [2]

Pairing: Bartender!Tom Holland x Reader

Words: 3,842

Warnings: Swearing, fluff? Kind of? lol 

Summary: What happens when a cynic and a hopeless romantic have a chance encounter?

A/N: I definitely got the idea of the reader’s date from Reddit lol I hope you guys like this!! Lemme know what you guys think!! Next chapter will be up on Thursday!!

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Lights are still on when you enter your apartment, not really a surprise since Jess has been texting you up until five minutes ago. The pitter-patter of small feet trot to you as you close the door.

“Atlas!” You bend down, a smile splitting your face as you pet the black and white dog. “Who’s a good boy?” You scratch behind his floppy ears.

“Where the hell were you?” Jess asks, arms crossed as she walks towards the doorway.

“I told you, I was cooling off after the bad date.” You shrug her off, not wanting to go into details about Tom via text.

If you did tell Jess you were with another guy, Jess might get the wrong idea, think maybe it was a second date you neglected to tell her about. Or worse, Jess might think it's some type of signal that wasn't previously discussed and Jess would have shown up in fear for you. She's a great friend for that but she's also seen one too many true crime documentaries and you don't want Jess just showing up worried some cute boy is kidnapping you.

“Yeah, but you’re never out this late and you weren’t answering your phone. I thought you were kidnapped.” Jess’s voice is hinted with a slight bit of annoyance and panic.

“You and I both know they’d return me. I’m annoying.” You deadpan as you stand up, kicking your shoes off on the shoe rack. “Um, yeah…” You furrows your brows. “A weird thing happened though.”

“Mhm,” Jess quirks a brow, the displeased expression not budging.

“Met a guy.” You chortle, walking past Jess towards the kitchen with Atlas right behind you. “Like after the date, it’s why I wasn’t answering.”

Jess shakes her head, pulling out a chair and gesturing a hand in front of her. “Is he cute?” The worry has evaporating from her tone and is now replaced with curiosity.

“I mean…yeah.” You laugh, your cheeks heating up as you think back to Tom just half an hour prior. “He had a bad date, too so that was….weird.”

“Oh my gosh!” Jess squeals.

“What?” You narrow your eyes, knowing what the squeal meant.

“Maybe it’s fate!” She beams, toothy smile and wide eyes on you as you show no interest in the thought, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed. "A meet-cute!"

“No.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Fate doesn’t exist. We make choices and those choices have results.”

“Ugh.” Jess rolls her eyes right back. “You're a cynic.”

You place your hands on the counter, lifting yourself up to sit. “You're,” You point to Jess. “Credulous.”

“I’m just saying like maybe….” Jess offers.

“Anyway, no, we’re gonna go on really bad dates and see who gets the worst ones.” You say with excitement and the wiggle of your brows, cutting Jess off.

You don't normally cut Jess off but Jess is so in love with the idea of love that it drives you completely insane. Jess is the kind of person who believes in fate and destiny, love at first sight. She's had her share of bad break ups but Jess seems to always bounce back super fast because, the way she sees it, it just wasn't meant to be and her one true person is out there somewhere. She was supposed to go through that bad breakup to eventually lead her to the person she's supposed to be with. It makes you want to bang your head against a brick wall until you pass out. You believe in taking fate and destiny by their horns and doing whatever the fuck you want. But, maybe you’re a little envious of how Jess views it all. She seems happier.

Jess’s face contorts and scrunches as if she were solving the answer to the creation of the universe. “That’s weird. You’re going to intentionally go on bad dates?”

“Yeah,” You nod, slowly, looking up and back to Jess. “Yeah, I hear why that’s weird now.” You laugh softly, shaking your head with a shrug. “I’m gonna do it anyway, maybe it’ll be fun, you love my date stories.”

“Remember that guy that brought his snake on the date because he thought you could cure it?” Jess laughs, head in her hands.

“And it was just digesting its food like a normal reptile!” You yell, shaking your head with a laugh. “I did advise him to go to the vets office, though if he’s worried as I did not have an X-ray and I’m not a vet.”

“That’s my favorite story.” Jess giggles softly.

She worries about you. She’s your best friend and she worries because you have all these bad dates stories and she knows you better than anyone else in the world. Jess can see past the disdain and disgruntled eye rolls you give her when she talks about true love. Somewhere inside of your detached heart, she knows you’re lonely. It’s why you keep going on bad dates. She wants you to be happy. You can be happy on your own but...she knows you’ve always wanted someone, too.

“See, bad dates come with good stories.” You wink at Jess.

”I guess.” Jess sighs. “So, new guy make your bad date not so bad?”

“Yeah,” You voice is soft and a sad but gentle smile comes to your face. “It was nice, he was really nice.” Your phone dings in her pocket. You pull it out and the sadness of your smile dissipates into something that actually seems happy.

“Make it home ok?”

“Good.” Jess smiles, deciding not ask any questions while you type away at the keyboard.

You’ll do this thing where if anyone starts asking too many questions, you’ll shut down and drop anything and everything of the topic. After a bad date, you’re usually in a bad mood for the rest of the night, not that some random guy ruined a night or that you had a lot of hope going into the date but because it’s more like that’s one less person you don’t mesh with. It makes you feel alone, in the department of romance. Those people are typically assholes but it hurts and is more of a disappointment to yourself than anything else. But, Jess is watching you smile as you type away, knowing it has to be the new guy because you wouldn’t be smiling if it were anyone else. So, Jess doesn’t push, she lets you be.

While Jess goes to her room, you grab a leash for Atlas and take him out for a quick walk before bed, just up and down the sidewalk, all while texting Tom. You weren’t sure if he’d actually text you at all but you really didn’t expect a text from him tonight. It’s kind of nice. And you aren’t talking about anything in particular, just talking about what you’ll do for the rest of night and the next day. You both have work and plans to go bed soon. It’s nothing special but you find yourselves with bubbling stomachs and you both chalk it up just talking to someone new who you happen to find attractive and that’s it.

Over the next week, Tom and you continue your texting. You have a little different sleep schedules but you seem to make plenty of time for each other. Conversation seems to flow. It’s usually about your dogs or family, sometimes it’s about pop culture or a TikTok you saw. You’re mostly just enjoying having someone new to talk to that isn’t a complete jerk. But you’ve also been active in your dating profiles, matching with a few people here and there. The goal is to have a date for Monday night, figuring Tom’s schedule is a little easier to work with instead of trying to go on dates at 2am and it not sounding like a one-night stand deal.

Now, it’s Monday and you’re sitting at that booth where you met in that one diner. You’re giddy, stomach doing flip flops and a smile etched across your face as you wait for Tom. Part of you is excited to tell him about the bad date you had that didn’t even finish but the other part, is actually just excited to see the boy with brown eyes and a goofy eyebrow. He’s been on your mind more than anyone else has.

“Hey.” Tom greets with a cheeky grin, dressed in a navy button-down shirt and black slacks.

“Hey.” You greet as Tom sits across from you. “How was the walk?” And it’s like a swarm of butterflies all escape from their cocoons at the same time in your stomach.

“Bit chilly.” Tom chuckles, summer finally coming to an end. “Yours?”

You’re wearing a maroon sweater, your hair doesn’t seem to be done in a special style, nothing special, really but Tom thinks you look beautiful. He can feel the giddiness in his knees as he watches you hug yourself and the tint of a smile tug one corner of your mouth. In this moment, he can't believe he's thinking about how he missed seeing you. One night, after just one night, he missed seeing you as if you were old friends reconnecting for something more. It's an odd feeling so he shakes it off as you answer him.

“Cold.” You laugh as the server comes over to see if you know what you’re going to order.

You had plenty of time to figure out what you would get and Tom looked at the menu while he walked over, figuring if he didn’t have to look at the menu, you’d have more time to talk. You have work in the morning so he figures you won’t want to be out too late.

You both place your orders with the server before you jump into your conversation.

“So, how was your date?” Tom asks, taking a drink of his water.

“Oh, the usual, he clipped his toenails on the table.” You look at Tom, your voice nonchalant as you wait for the reaction you know is going to be good.

Tom coughs, nearly choking and you laugh, tilting your head back. “I’m sorry, on?”

“That’s what you’re concerned about? Not him, cutting his toenails in the middle of a restaurant on a date? But that he took it a step further and cut them on the table?” You question through your laughter, waving your hand around.

“No! I’m fuckin’ concerned for it all but…at least if it were under the table…” Tom says quietly, gaining a smirk as he tries to hold back his laughter.

“GROSS. NO, YOU DON'T CUT YOUR TOENAILS IN A RESTAURANT. That’s so unsanitary.” You scrunch your face into a disgusted scowl.

“I agree but on the table just pushed it over another line.” Tom chuckles. “What’d ya do?” He asks wishing he could have seen the look on your face when this went down.

“I blinked for a few seconds, said I had to go to the bathroom, found our server and warned them. Then I apologized and explained this was the first time I met him and then I gave her $30 as a tip. Then I left.” You laugh. “So I’ve been here forty-five minutes.”

“You could have texted.” Tom groans, his date sucked, too and he would have left had he known you were here alone.

“Oh, no, I didn’t to let my stomach settle because his toenails were also filthy and his feet smelled. The bottom of his foot was black like he had stepped in tar.” A shiver runs down your spine thinking about it in more detail again.

“Did he have shoes?!?”

“MHM. He took off his shoe, took off his sock, then put his foot on the table. Then took out toenail clippers from his shirt pocket.” You scoff. “He was...prepared. I was sure I was being Punk’d.”

“What in the fuck?” Tom laughs. “Where do you find these people?”

“I think they find me, surely I have to give off a vibe at this point.” A huff leaves your throat as the smile finally falls. It’s like the realization about another bad date is settling in.

“Nah, it’s not you. It’s them.” Tom assures you with a scoff and he catches the twitch of a smile back on your face.

“I swear, it was gross.” You shake your head. “How about yours?”

“Uh, well, she told me she was there to make her boyfriend jealous who was also there with a friend.” Tom nods as he smacks his lips.

“Really?” You scoff. You would have traded anything to have been on that date instead of with Toenails.

“Yeah, then the whole time she just talked about him and I guess this is something they both do.” Tom lets out an exasperated sigh. “They get jealous and go on a date with someone to make the other jealous.”

“Mhm, yes, the completely normal and healthy thing to do.” You nod quickly, pursing your lips in fake agreement.

“Right? He also saw and was giving me a look the whole time. It was awkward.” Tom looks down and back up to you, defeat in his eyes.

“That’s just weird.”

“Not as weird as toenail guy. I think you won this round.” Tom huffs with a smile.

You do a pitiful bow in your seat. “Finally, I’ve won something.”

Tom laughs. “I don’t think that’s something you want to win.” He shakes his head but the smile on his face is as steady as a rock.

“Oh, I’m very competitive, don’t underestimate me.” A cornered grin comes to your face.

Tom chuckles. “Riiiggghhhttt.” Tom clears his throat.

It falls silent for a few minutes as the server brings out your meals. In the wake of talking about your bad dates, you almost feel a little hopeless. Here's this guy who's attractive, seems to dress well, is funny, and really nice and even he can't catch a break. If someone like him can't catch a break in the world of romance, how will you? You’re the person who tends to come off a bit cold and detached, sometimes is a bit too snarky. If he can't find someone, how will you?

Tom, on the other hand, finds himself wondering why he agreed to this in the first place. He knows that if you were to have made this a date, it would have been the first good date either of you have been on in awhile. You've gotten along just fine the two times you've met and texting has been a lot of fun. You’re so pretty and funny and he loves how snarky and sarcastic you are. But, he keeps going back to the fact that it’s you and if you were to go on a date, maybe it'd blow up in your faces. Maybe you're both just cursed.

“You know, Jess had a date tonight.” You let out a sigh, cutting into your food.

“Oh?” Tom raises a brow, glancing from his food to you.

“Mhm, she was talking to him awhile which ya know, in hindsight, might be our problem. We don’t talk to people long enough before we decide to meet up with them.” A half-scoff half-laugh leaves your throat as you look away from Tom.

“Ah, ya, the bad dates are consistently our fault.” Tom huffs with a smile.

“In toenail’s defense, what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey I’m gonna cut my toenails at the dinner table?’ That would be one hell of an opening line.”

“You would have went out with him anyway just to see if he was serious.” Tom starts laughing. “Or, uh, you would have done it to win.”

“An excellent point has been made.” You mock. “Anyway, she was talking to him for awhile, pretty excited about it.” You poke at your food.

Your reaction to your best friend having a date catches Tom off guard. You don’t seem too happy about it and he can’t help but wonder why. Surely, you’re not the type of person who gets bitter or jealous because your friend has a better date. The way you’re poking at your food and chewing the inside of your cheek, he thinks it’s deeper than that.

“You not happy for her?” Tom asks, giving you his attention instead of his food.

“No, I am, it’s just…she doesn’t have bad dates. She comes home and either has a good time and it just doesn’t work out for one reason or another or….she had a good time but they don’t work, I guess. Envious, I suppose, of her…..unwavering belief in soulmates.” You shrug as you take a bite of your food.

“Don’t believe in soulmates?” Tom raises a brow.

“Nope, I think it’s a load of shit. I think people fall in love, over time. But that is not definite or infinite. It happens and it either works or it doesn’t. You gotta put effort into it but there’s not like a destiny or something all mapped out leading you to your one true love or whatever. Fate, destiny, whatever you wanna call it, doesn’t dictate how you’re gonna feel about people. It just happens because of a decision you made. Not the universe.” You clear your throat, watching as Tom shifts in his seat a little. You regret the rambling because he's giving you the same look Jess does. “You believe don’t you?”

Tom shrugs, a tiny grin tugging at his lip. “What’s the harm?”

“No harm, probably better to believe in that stuff in the long run.” Your voice is nonchalant as you shrug your right shoulder.

A faint, sad smile grosses Tom’s lips just for a split second, and he hopes you don’t notice. But you do. “At least she tries, ya know? Haz hasn’t, uh, been on a damn date or even really talked to anyone in…I don’t remember how long. He doesn’t believe in any of it either. Envious of that sometimes.”

“Why?” Your brows furrow, never hearing someone feel envious towards a cynic before.

“He doesn’t feel he needs to be with someone, bit cynical like you.” Tom gives you a side smile, his eyes softening as he looks at you.

“Mhm, the two hopeless romantics pick two cynics as best friends. A tale as old as time.” You deflect the look he gives you with sarcasm, hoping to soften the booming of thunder in your chest.

“Oh shut the fuck up.” Tom groans, and the light comes back to his face.

“We should hook them up.” You change the topic from you two and go to your friends.

Sometimes, conversations get too deep and this one was heading there. You have no problems in telling people how you feel about things. It's never something that's bothered you much but you don't know Tom and a part of you worries that the more you talk in depth about your view of true love, or lack thereof in this case, it'll scare him off. And he’s asking a few too many questions about it.

“What?” Tom coughs. “Didn’t you just say she was on a date?”

“Mhm, I don’t like him.” You continue to eat your food casually.

“You haven’t met him? Have you?”

“Nope. It’s a vibe.” Your eyes widen and Tom can't tell if you’re being serious or facetious.

“Judging people on vibes now.” Tom nods along, waiting for further explanation.

“Gotta pass the vibe check.” You keep a straight face and Tom still cannot tell if you’re being serious or not so he decides to just play along.

“And I suppose I do?” Tom raises his brows, narrowing his eyes just slightly with the question, breaking the straight face you were holding.

“Do you?” You quip.

“You do.” Tom wiggles his brows and you stutter.

In the week you’ve been talking, Tom’s noticed you have a habit of always having some smart or snarky remark to anything. You’re quick. But now he’s made you stutter and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart skip a single beat and feel like a kickdrum in his chest.

“Always do. I’m a prize.” You hold your head up high with burning cheeks.

“You won worst date, again, not something you should be happy about.” Tom quips back.

“If you say so.” You shrug. The thundering in your chest is officially becoming a little concerning. Are you having a heart attack? You know you’re not because it’s only when he looks at you like that. With a cheeky grin and big brown eyes that could stop time if he wanted. The thundering is becoming almost too much to ignore. Almost. “Anyway, I don’t like him. She showed me some messages and, I don’t know.” You scrunch your nose. “He seemed…off. I didn’t like it. But, you’re cool so you’re best friend probably is.”

“Is this your way of just trying to see me outside or our bad dates?” Tom asks, fully hoping to make you pause again and you do.

This stupidly cute boy is making you lose your touch in sarcastic wit. So, you play along.

“Maybe.” You grin, hoping he’ll switch back to the topic because maybe the reason you brought it up is to see him outside of these dates without having to ask.

This time it's Tom who pauses and you take notice. A sense of triumph comes over you with the millisecond of a pause. And all Tom can think about is seeing you outside these dates. If hooking up your friends is a way to do that without going on a date or making it sound like a date, that's perfectly fine with him.

Tom sighs. “Right, okay, working tomorrow. You and Jess could come by ‘round 8. I’ll make sure he’s there.”

You smile wide, a little surprised he agreed. “We will be there.” Your phone dings with your words, Jess’s name popping up on your phone. “This was fun, I have to go.” You shake your phone in Tom’s direction before going to your bag for your wallet. "Ironically enough, Jess's date didn't go well."

“I got it.” Tom offers. “Good luck.” There’s a sadness in his smile now.

“No, we’ll split it.” You shake your head, turning the offer down. This isn’t a date.

Tom sighs. “Consider it your prize for winning.”

You laugh, pausing to look at him. “I thought it wasn’t something I should be proud of?”

“It’s not.” Tom chuckles. “All the more reason to pay for your food.” His eyes are soft and warm with his words.

“Alright, you win and I’ll pay.”

Tom nods. “Yeah, alright.”

You gather your things, catching a glimpse of Tom from the corner of your eye and you can’t help but notice the look of sadness. It’s faint, it’s not like he’s pouting or sulking. There’s just something with the way he’s finishing his food that seems sad now.

You walk beside him, Tom looking up to you and he’s got this puppy dog look that sends warmth through every one of your veins. “I think you’re great, just for the record. Not, just as a company after a bad date.” You offer him the softest smile Tom has seen from you yet. Tom smiles, looking down. “I’ll see you, tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, I’ll text you the address.” Tom’s cheeks flush with the kickdrum banging in his chest.

You turn to walk away and before you reach the door, you pause. “Also, for the record,” You say looking over your shoulder back at Tom. “I really like hanging out with you.”

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[saitama-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Lola Takahashi

~~ July 30th ~~

“A wonderful dress can infuse a woman with confidence and inner beauty, empowering the way she moves and feels.”

Login Lines:

“Hm? Oh hey, babes! It’s sooooo good to see you! How you’ve been? Oh? What’s this?”

“Oh gosh, it’s that time of year again, huh? Aw, thank you for the present sweetie! Here’s one from me to you!” *mwah*

Voice Lines:

“On the contrary, I actually like celebrating my birthday. Aside from everyone celebrating me in all my amazing and sexy glory, it does allow me to reflect and I feel proud getting to where I am today. I worked hard, I deserved to be celebrated.”

“My phone keeps blowing up with notifications from my PROFILE, I get a happy birthday message at least every few seconds, don’t get me wrong it’s very sweet and I’m so grateful to my adoring fans but I have to put my phone on silent for the rest of the day.”

“Just like last year, the entirety of Saitama is very keen on celebrating my birthday with me. I’ve been hoping from party to party all day! I don’t mind of course, I love my city dearly and it fills me with such joy seeing everyone enjoying themselves.”

“Sayaka! Sweetness! I’m so happy you managed to show up! Are you having a good time? Oh, I’m so glad! C’mon, let’s head over to the Heaven area, there’s someone I want you to meet-hm? You have something for me?”

“Oh Honey! These are so adorable! I love them! Honestly, it feels like we’ve known each other far longer, I see you as a sister too and I genuinely can’t imagine my life without you, Kureha, and little Yoshiko. Don’t worry about the extravagance this is more priceless than any diamond necklace or platinum earrings I have.”

“Kureha! How’s my little ray of sunshine?! Aw, c’mon, you know I’m kidding, would you feel better if I say that you’re my special little rain cloud? Ahahaha, okay, okay, I’ll stop! So, judging by that look in your eye, you’ve come to give lil ol’ me à présent so come on! Lay it on me!”

“Aw, sweetie! This is so beautiful! It reminds me of your speakers, so very aesthetically pleasing. Hm? The sun is supposed to represent me and the moon is supposed to represent you? Oh god, you’re such a poetic emo, it’s so adorable! Aww, hold on, babe, come back! I was just teasing!”

“Dolly Darling! Thank you thank you thank you soooo much for hosting this party! I’ve been here, there, and everywhere but no place is better than the Afterlife! Look! You even got a statute of me! Damn, that looks good! Hm? Oh I see that look in your eyes, what do you got for me now, pretty?”

“No fucking way!! You actually managed to get it! Ugh, you have no idea how badly I’ve been craving these! Especially since they don’t sell them in Japan anymore! Oh thank you thank you, baby! You’re the best! You treat me so well!”

Sayaka Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Lola! You always know how to throw a fun party, I’m having so much fun! Oh, wait, before we go, I need to give you your present! Here you go, dear!”

“I know it’s not fancy or extravagant as what you usually wear but I had meaning to give you something like this for a while, you’ve always been like a sister to me, way better than the one that I already have and words cannot describe how lucky and grateful I am for having you in my life. I know that our bond is deep to the point where we don’t need something like these but sometimes it’s nice to have a physical reminder of how much family is important.”

Kureha Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Lola. You are the only person that I would endure going to a party longer than 20 minutes for, also could you not call me that?! That’s so cringe, ugh, that’s even worse! Will you just shut up and take this already?”

“I cashed in a favor with a jeweler friend of mine, the design was my idea. I know it looks like my speakers but that’s not the point, the sun represents you because of how brightly you shine and how you always light up the area around you whereas the moon represents me, calm, toned down, a beacon in total darkness…ugh, and with that, I’m leaving. Happy birthday, dumbass.”

Bonus! Dolly Lines:

“Heyyy bitch! Happy birthday to the sexiest whore in the city! You know that I love to do something special just for you, the whole staff was begging me to do a celebration in your honor anyways, I’m just glad you managed to show up. Anyways, I wanted to give you a little something since it’s your big day and all, something tells me that you’re gonna need it after all this.”

“Haha yep, I knew you’d like it. I know how bummed you were when they stopped selling these here so I decided to cash in a little favor and get you a carton, it wasn’t that difficult to get but try not to smoke the whole pack in one sitting, gotta save that beautiful voice of yours, okay? Happy birthday, baby.”

[fardell24b]

Spider Quinn 01: Quinn and the Spider

Spider Quinn

Let’s do this one more time. My name is Quinn Morgendorffer and for the past several years, I have been the one and only SpiderGirl. But let’s start at the beginning…

01 Quinn and the Spider

It was an ordinary day at Lawndale High. Quinn Morgendorffer certainly thought so as she headed to her science class.

“Good morning, Class,” Ms. Janet Barch said. “The field trip is today. I hope you have given your permission slips to the office. This field trip will cover much information on Genetics and Entomology, so be sure to take notes. There will be a test next week. Oscorp is one of the leading companies in biotechnology today. Too bad it’s lead by a MAN!”

Everyone in the class was familiar with Barch’s opinion of men, so they didn’t asks questions about that.

They were soon on their way.

“Have you heard about Brooke’s latest surgery, Quinn?” Sandi Griffin asked.

“I have, Sandi,” Quinn replied. ‘Ew!’ She didn’t want to think about it.

“I haven’t, Sandi,” Stacy Rowe answered.

“Wha-at?” Tiffany Blum-Deckler asked.

Sandi sighed.

“What do you think this field trip is about?” Quinn asked, trying to change the topic. ‘Something about genes?’

Sandi glared at Quinn. “Qui-inn! That is a question I would expect from the mouth of that girl who lives with you!”

“No, she would already know, Sandi!” Quinn pointed out. She didn’t like to be reminded of Daria by Sandi!

Stacy gave a nervous look.

“I give you that, but you don’t need to know, Quinn,” Sandi said.

“I hope we don’t have to wear those ugly safety goggles,” Stacy said. “Ugh!”

“Would those make me look fat?” Tiffany asked.

Quinn sighed.

“Back to Brooke,” Sandi said.

“Let’s not,” Stacy said.

Sandi glared at Stacy.

“Eep!”

“We are talking about Brooke,” Sandi said.

“She’s suddenly so weird,” Tiffany added.

“I wouldn’t know,” Quinn said. “I haven’t seen her around.”

Sandi sighed.

The bus soon arrived at the destination. Ms. Barch supervised the class as they disembarked. “Make a straight line as we wait for our guide.” She grumbled as the thoughts of her ex husband came to her mind yet again. ‘I hope it’s not a male!’

‘How likely is that?’ Quinn wondered.

A guide soon approached. “Welcome to the Oscorp Lawndale Genetics Laboratory,” she said.

Ms. Barch gave a quick smile before they followed her inside.

After going through other rooms, the class entered a room filled with cages containing spiders.

“One project is the addition of genes from multiple species to create a hybrid,” the guide explained.

Quinn noticed that one cage was empty. She wasn’t the only one.

“One of them is missing,” Joey Black said.

“The researchers are probably working on it,” the guide said.

In fact, the spider had escaped! It was spinning a web near one of the air vents. A sudden gust dislodged it from the web!

It fell on Quinn’s shoulder! She noticed it. “Ew!” She tried to brush it off. But it bit her.  “Ugh!” She squashed it. She then went pale and her vision went blurry.

“Quinn, are you OK?” Stacy asked.

“Dizzy!” Quinn said, before stumbling.

Sandi saw Quinn stumble after Stacy asked if she was OK. “Ms. Barch! Quinn isn’t feeling well.”

“Wha-at?” Tiffany asked.

Sandi saw that the bite site was swelling.

“What’s wrong?” Ms. Barch asked.

“Quinn’s not well!” Stacy answered.

“There was this spider,” Quinn explained.

Ms. Barch looked at Quinn.

“Class, we’re going back to school.”

Nurse Chase turned to Quinn. “Here’s some antivenom.”

She injected it into Quinn’s arm.

“Good thing, you have it.”

“There are spiders that Pavlov misses. But you still need to go home for the rest of the day.”

“Thanks,” Quinn said.

Helen was home early.

“Mom?” Quinn asked as she came inside.

“I was concerned when I received the call,” Helen responded.

“I’m feeling a little better.”

“Go up to your room and rest.”

Quinn didn’t argue.

Quinn entered her room in a daze. She looked at herself in the mirrors. “Gosh! I look pale!” She flopped onto her bed. She was asleep before she hit the sheets. She began to dream.

In the living room, her father was fretting. “Quinn was bitten by a spider! On no! We should take her to the hospital!”

“Jake! The school nurse gave her antivenom,” his wife, Helen said reassuringly. “She would have sent her to the hospital if she had concerns. We’ll see how she is in the morning.”

“The morning?”

“Yes.”

Quinn’s sister, Daria was in her room, on the phone with her friend Jane Lane. “…. So now, Quinn is recovering in her room,” she said.

“I suppose whatever date she was going on was cancelled,” Jane said.

“No doubt.”

“You’re going to be easy on her?”

“Not a chance,” Daria answered. “She will be back to her usual self tomorrow.”

“Or maybe she’ll be more insufferable.”

“Is there a word for insufferabler?”

Later that night after her parents and Daria had gone asleep, Quinn stirred, but remained asleep. However, she then started sleepwalking. She got out of bed and went downstairs.

She grabbed some food from the fridge and ate it. She headed back upstairs and to bed.

She awoke after sunrise. “I feel better, but something’s weird… What is it?” She went over to her mirrors. Something was off about her appearance. She found that her abdominal muscles are more defined. “What’s going on with me? Is this a nightmare?”

She decided to try to go back to sleep.

She awoke again and looked at the time. “Breakfast!”

She slipped at the top of the stairs. She summersaulted and then landed on her feet. “What just happened?” she asked herself. She wasn’t sure.

Helen was preparing breakfast when Quinn entered the kitchen. “How are you this morning, Quinn?”

“I feel a lot better.”

“We were worried.”

“You mean, Daddy was,” Quinn responded.

“Yes.”

Daria then entered the kitchen. “Oh. You’re up and about,” she said.

“I feel a lot better,” Quinn said again.

“I didn’t expect otherwise,” Daria said.

Quinn met Sandi and Stacy at a door as she arrived at the school. “Are you feeling better, Quinn?”

“I do,” Quinn responded.

Sandi gave a dubious look. “There’s like, a Fashion Club meeting this afternoon.”

“That’s fine,” Quinn responded. “I’m a lot better.”

Sandi gave another dubious look. “Good,” she said.

Later, in between classes, Quinn saw Brooke Peterson approaching.

“I see you were sent home yesterday,” Brooke said.

“So what?” Quinn asked.

“Something happened, didn’t it?” Brooke asked.

“Something,” Quinn murmured.

Brooke then tried to attack Quinn. Some sort of tingle caused Quinn to move out of the way. Brooke tried again, but she missed!

“Uh!” Brooke said. She swung again, hitting another locker. “Stay still!”

Quinn moved out of the way again.

Brooke then leapt at her.

Quinn jumped, quite high, right over Brooke!

Quinn was confused, something was definitely happening to her. She ran.

Quinn ended up on the roof. ‘What is happening to me?’ she wondered. ‘Was it that spider?’

She suddenly realised that she needed to get to class. She grabbed the doorknob. Her hand than somehow stuck to it. “Oh no!” she said as she panicked. The knob then came off in her hand. “Oh no!” Then a web came out of her wrist! “Ew!”

She was shocked and sat down. ‘What has happened to me so far?’ she wondered.

She sorted through the memories from earlier in the day. That her muscles were more defined. That there was some sort of danger sense that allowed her to avoid being hit by Brooke. That she was sticking to things. And that a web had come out of her wrist. She thought more on this before looking at her watch. “Yikes!”

Quinn ran late into History.

“You’re late, Ms. Morgendorffer!” Mr. DeMartino said.

“Sorry, something came up,” Quinn said.

“That’s alright, Ms. Morgendorffer. Just don’t do it again!”

The rest of the day went by without further incidents.

“See you at the meeting,” Sandi said they left the school.

‘I didn’t forget the meeting, Sandi!’ Quinn groused to herself as she walked away from the school.

She headed downtown. ‘This is a good time to test what I can do now.’

She looked at her right wrist. “What can I do with these webs?” She looked at a nearby building and remembered seeing a spider spinning it’s web.

“Right!”

She produced a web but it didn’t get far.

“Again!” she said with determination.

The second web came out faster and hit somewhere higher on the building.

She then jumped high, but came down on the ground.

‘I’ll try again.’

She ran and shot a web. This time she swung up at an angle. But she still slammed into a wall.

“Ugh!” she said as she fell down the wall. But not far. She found she was sticking to it. “Oh!”

‘I’m sticking to the wall! Can I climb down? Or up?”

She moved down the wall to the ground. “Even more like a spider! Ew! But can I climb up?”

She then climbed up.

She got to the eave. “Time to try swinging again,” she said as she looked at it. She produced webbing again, and swung.

This time she ended up on the roof. “That worked!”

She walked to the edge of the roof, and shot another web.

Soon she was going from rooftop to rooftop through Lawndale’s downtown. But she soon came to the edge of the downtown, where it and the suburbia met. ‘This is going to be more difficult,’ she thought as she looked over the sprawl towards home.

She swung to the ground.

As she went towards home, she wondered if she could swing from trees. There was only one way to find out.

She shot out webbing and it connected to a branch. She smiled and swung. She found that it worked, but not as well as in the built up area.

Ten minutes later, she swung up onto the roof of her house. She looked back in the direction she had just come. ‘I wonder what the future has in store.’

[junsei-draws-rotasu]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III 1990 (Live reaction blog)

When I saw the poster, I thought this was a Christmas-themed film, which is odd, but hey, that means Santa would surely be the villain here. Until I look more closely. It's time travel, meaning Renet! So, without further adu, let's hit start!

Starting at Japan, 1609, so specific.

The opening sun is like Lion King, but more war like

Whoa, did they really filmed this in a beach while riding a horse?

Gasp! A ninja!

Oh? A runaway prince?

Oof—smooth transition

Why are dancing?

Fun training montage

Aw Raph, why hit the music ?

Ah yes, the universe really likes proving Rapheal wrong

Oh! April got a new haircut! Neat!

I'm jealous, I wanna look like a boy sometimes

So, no renet? :(

Another great transition!

We’re obviously continuing where we left off

The western outfit stands out when it’s sorounded with Japanese samurai’s armor

Ooooh, son talking back—wait, war?!

Oh, so suddenly your worried for you son’s well being when you were moments away decapitating his head until you were interrupted by Walker

Why is there must on the ground?

Dramatic much, prince?

Kozo means brat, right?

Siding with the enemy? Hmmm… I have no sides yet since I don’t have all elements to decide

Wow, serious anger issues, prince Kenshin

Oh wow! The turtles were documented?!

They don’t look like Kappa! Look up a Kappa and they don’t look like them!!! Where’s the weird bowl flower that Kappas supposed to have?!

April! Just drop the staff!

“She’s a man!” Wish it were that easy

Now how will April communicate when she can’t understand Japanese?

Obviously, the rat has more fear than a turtle

Looking great April, still jealous of your hair tho

How come that managed to travel with you? Wait, do you even have a bra with you?! Wait, is the prince wearing your bra???

Just splash him with sewer water guys

Oh! Good, at least April won’t be killed since they can speak English

I forgot being called a witch is bad

That might be very expensive guys!

Damn, April has no fear. Granted, he life became crazy, so I don’t blame her

April! No! Just say no! My gosh

Good for the prince being complimented

Eeey! Casey Jones! Good to see you!

Why would you need someone to help a MASTER ninja???

I’m about to comment on how old school trap until I remember she’s in the past

Why is that man so sweaty???

Glad she isn’t the first

Are this steel bars or sticks? If sticks, April should make a plan then escape

That’s Casey??? Huh???

Oh, mistaken identity

Ah yes, love, whatever

Mikey got a point

More like Teenagers

Oh heat, Mikey idea worked!

For honouuuur!!! I say this sarcastically

And Mikey is riding the horse with style✨

“I swallowed a Frog… hope it isn’t an ancestor” Since when your Part frog???

A Ninja?

Will this ninja be Karai—wait, is this Mitsu?

Now I wonder who stole those

As always! Listen to the master!

Hearing honour guards from Kenshin father is weird than hearing it from Kenshin

I don’t see the difference between the normal and honour armor

Or they could’ve guess they were killed instead being missing

Guns gets rekt in TMNTverse or any superhero universe.

I’m pretty sure the clan sustain itself from traders. Sure traders need costumers, but they look for one

Shut up, Niles

The disrespect! Ugh

Agree with the sweaty man, Niles is annoying

Stop calling the sweaty man fat! Clearly there’s a reason why he’s chosen to look over prisoners!

Bruuh, I feel the disrespect for rounded people

Are we going to do some killing?

No? Okay

Seriously, number is the strategy? Alright

Okay, I just heard a robotic “I’ll be back” wtf. Is it my website or the actual movie?

You mean facies(poop)

Oh, Fake-Casey got left behind

Why did you guys prison Mikey in your vegetable storage?

Fake-Casey?! Where did you come from?

Don’t flirt with her! She already have a Casey back home

Yeah! Plam strike!

Glad there isn’t any kills, cuz I’m pretty sure thats the revolution group

It’s too early for a victory dance guys. We’re halfway through the movie rn

Ugh, colonizers

Yoshi!? Heh???

There's no thoughts behind his eyes

When they screamed, Mikey proceeds to laugh menacingly.

As they ran away, Mikey continues to mess with them

“Clint Eastwood?” Who?

Niles 😒

Put the fire out! That’s what you do!

You the hero Mikey!

Oh? Does Leo have magic hands in this version?

Oh, CPR. Wait! MEDIC LEO 1990 version!

Wow, Leo has a Talent for horses

Is it me or did your skirt got shorter, April

He could adapt. That’s what humans are good for…

Ah yes, the good ol’ Telly. That’ll work for distracting them

You burnt it Mikey.

Look at Raph, giving non-violent advice 🥹

Aw, Look at this Feudal Japanese men becoming American modern men, he says with sarcasm

This are the honour guard? 🤨

Knew we’ll get murder

In this tugged of war between Raph and Mikey, I bet they’ll break the septer

Man, this kid is dark

Wait is that—

So it was Yoshi who got it! Wow

Gasp! I didn’t expect that! I thought it was Yoshi being a kid wanting to Raph to stay longer! Not this tactical decision of war!

I don’t buy it old man

Betrayals everywhere!

Knew Fake-Casey was bad news the moment he plead for freedom

Looks like the Daimoy is a coward

So, first turtle kill is from Leo?

An indirect death with bell???

No? Aw

“Who’s your Tailor? “We’re naked” Mikey is killing me rn XD

Yes! Psychology play!

You should’ve kept a poker face to make your bluff effective

Oh… did walker just killed the Lord?

Nvm, he got a new haircut on top of his haircut he got from Leo

You really love that bird huh?

Weird Cut, but okay

Mikey! Why?!

What about Splinter?! Or Pizza! Mention Pizza, bet that’ll change their minds

Yeah, Mikey is just staying because of Mitsu isn’t he? 😒

Omg, not the warriors removing their clothes XD

Man, I like this warriors attitude

And Mikey got left, didn’t expect that

Oh! Nvm! Glad he’s back

I understand nothing going on here

Heh???

Hockey! *bows*

Kenshin learned that move from modern times!

Aw, Splinter making his son laugh 🥹

[dreamwritesimagines]

“Yet, it wasn’t enough to stop you.” they’re like horny teenager sneaking around this is so cute and so funny at the same time LMAO. but awww :(( Anthony didn’t get to do Aftercare which is very very important and which is prolly why she feels a bit iffy afterwards. 

“Last night was perfect, and so had been the morning—up until that point.” sigh......i mean, what did i say last time. it’s never going to be easy, especially when you hear it constantly. and she really needs to open up to Anthony about it too!

the museum! <3 it still baffles me that Cece actually owns a museum all bc of one (1) painting she liked but Elias just said, nope you’re having ALL OF THEM ALSKASK. we love a whipped golden retriever <3 “Of course,” you lied through your teeth. ugggggh she needs to stop bottling this upppp. she’s not helping herself by shouldering this alone tbh. “Vices and Virtues theme” ....inch-resting.... and the men going as vices and the ladies as virtues...sounds about right lmao in that era, at least. “What is Anthony going to be by the way? Lust?” Cece always making all the sense LMAO BC THAT’S SO FITTING. but what would he wear tho?? a white button up with all the buttons undone? LMAO Cherie would DIE. i mean tbh, Anthony could literally wear anything and he’d STILL be the personification of Lust lmao. “But then we realized Elias is going to be there, so…” pfft, i say go for it. make Elias squirm LMAO. “He will be Pride.” lmao yeah, that’s fitting as well alksalkslaks

“Wrath.” course she is!!! AND I CANNOT WAIT FOR HER BAD BITCH ENTRANCE!! as t.swift once said, she don’t dress for women! she don’t dress for men! SHE’S DRESSING FOR REVENGE! she’s on her Vigilante Shit™ and i am HERE FOR IT.

“You will tell me what’s wrong.” THANK U CECE. i love her so much. like i loveeeee how nothing ever gets past her and ugh their friendship <3

“Because it’s starting to feel less like we’re pretending each day.” gosh SHE NEEDS TO TALK TO HIM. like i’m sure it’s nothing, and she’s just getting into her head a lil. but i guess their moments are being cut short so she also can’t find the time really. and when they’re together their mouths are busy with.....other things. BUT STILL. TALK TO HIM.

“No, that’s not normal.” aslkalksalks why’d i find this so funny. obvs since Cherie is so energetic it is kinda weird that she’s tired but like, everyone can simply be tired Anthony LMAO. even the most energetic of people. it’s why we sleep LKASLASALK but hey, maybe that’s just his Husband-tuition, he just knows something is wrong without knowing what it is yet.

“I have a gift for you.” GASP IS IT THE??? omg OMG OMG I REALLY HOPE NOT BUT MY BRAIN JUST. WHAT IF SHE’S GOING TO TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY??? THAT ANTHONY BOUGHT HER A HOUSE??? AND IT’LL MAKE HER THINK THAT HE’S TRYING TO GET RID OF HER??? i really hope not and that’s just my overthinking but AAH.

“You got me a ledger!” LMAAAAAAAAO this reminded me of that video of that kid who got a potato for christmas and he was just like “it’s a potatoooo, thaaaanksss” in the cutest and happiest way bc he didn’t mind he got just a potato alskalkslaks

Happy tears rushed into your eyes THANK FUCK. okay i can breathe now lmao. panicked for absolutely nothing alskalkslaksal. but no this is SOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEE. love a man who buys you a house in the street, hell, the country you grew up in no less. don’t settle for less alkslakslaks i’m kidding but aaah this is so sweet <33

“Tell me. What made you think that?” ugh he’s too good for this world stooop. “Darling, nothing could make me love you less.” AWWWW <33 see what happens if you just TALK about your feelings??? aksalkslas 

“Like a second honeymoon?” yep he should deffo dress up at Lust™ like he just has it in his blood if i’m honest. Anthony is like 50% man, 50% lust LMAO. “Would they hear us do you think?” on second thought let them BOTH be Lust. matching like the Obsessed Harlots™ that they are <3

gosh i love the concepts of the ball, how the design of the outside is very different from the inside. omg....half an hour fireworks????? so we’re going all in on this huh jfc. “Fire breathing?” MY THOUGHTS EXACLY LUCIE LMAO “It’s safe!” // “It’s fire!” LMAAAAO Lucie is so me right now. “If a lady or lord that I don’t like catches fire, I’m not going to help you extinguish it.” SHE IS ME I AM HER. she’s such a mood i love her.

“I got it.” i can’t insert a gif but *insert “ladies and gentlemen, we got him” meme here* lol “He signed it.” LIKE THE FOOL THE HE IS BWAHAHAHA. “Who could’ve known all that drinking with Eli would actually pay off?” yeah no shit LMAO. good thing neither of them had alcohol poisoning bc i’m pretty sure it was getting there alskalslaks

“Well, the ball is only days away.” oh.....my......genius, absolute GENIUS. I TOLD YOU SHE’S ON HER VIGILANTE SHIT™️ !!! that’s her whole vibe next chapter i swear. we LOVE a public execution but not gorey or anything like that but more a, rich, fancy and classy way. i mean, it’s a ball, nothing fancier than that.

“I think we all deserve to see him dragged out like the traitor he is.” YES YOU DO. AND WE ALL NEED TO SEE IT. AAAH I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THIS MAN GETTING DRAGGED TO THE MUD. JAIL TIME FOR U BROTHA.  Anthony chuckled. “If that’s what you want.” WE LOVE A SUPPORTIVE MAN WHO ENABLES OUR NEED FOR A DRAMATIC REVENGE lksalksalks

but gosh. that ball would be the talk of the ton for YEARS i tell you. and that’s how you show them who’s the Boss Bitch™️ and the Badass Queen™️ i loveeeee. we’re closing this series with a bang i see and i cannot wait for it!!

– TM Anon™️

TM ANON MY DARLING, I AM SO FANGIRLING OVER YOU RN OMG-

YOU’RE AMAZING, AND YOU’VE MADE ME SO HAPPY WITH THIS! ❤🥰🥰

Yessss, I think that’s exactly why she feels weird! Like, aftercare always happens with them, and that was the first time it didn’t 💔

They need to talk about it! ❤

Elias is such a golden retriever 😍 What do we think he will go as btw? Because I doubt he will go as a vice, he’s too cute for that 😁❤

a white button up with all the buttons undone? Oh Cherie would totally die if she saw him in that😈 Elias on the other hand would be grumbling for the whole night 😂

He will still be lusty in Pride costume I’d say 😏

She will have such a great entrance! And considering literally no young lady ever really wore red in that era, since it was the era of soft colors like white and pale pink and blue and stuff….It will make such a great impression on the ton 😈

Cece can see right through her 😂

“THEIR MOUTHS ARE BUSY WITH OTHER THINGS” I AM SCREAMING 😂

Husband-tuition I’m so making this a part of my vocabulary now, because it’s genius 😂

Omg I actually considered that idea! We think the same! ❤ At first I wanted to make her panic a little for thinking Anthony bought that house to send her away 😱❤

Lolll she was so happy with the ledger! 😂 I feel like all the characters think that Cherie loves grand gestures and expensive gifts and everything, but she actually just likes gifts from the people she loves 😂 Anthony could just buy her a simple ledger and it would be so precious to her 😍

They are learning slowly but surely how to communicate lolll😂 Like, if it were a couple of months ago, Cherie would refuse to talk about it but now she’s starting to see how important communication is, and they’re like…improving as a couple! ❤

yep he should deffo dress up at Lust™ like he just has it in his blood if i’m honest. Anthony is like 50% man, 50% lust LMAO. LUST FITS HIM PERFECTLY😂 And yesssss, Cherie is almost as bad as him at this point, neither of them can get enough of each other 😈

That ball will be the biggest ball of the season 😏 Cherie knows how to throw one, and the ton has been waiting for it ever since she and Anthony got married ❤

Lucie is so convinced that Cherie will either burn down the house or make someone catch on fire 😂

HE GOT THE PAPER! 😏

I’m still surprised they didn’t get alcohol poisoning in Stormview OR when Anthony asked him to be his best man 😂  

YESSSSS IT’S GONNA HAPPEN AT THE BALL! 😈 And considering the whole ton will be there… He’s going to pay for what he put Cassie through 😏

Anthony is totally going with whatever she wants 😂 He is so in loveeee🥰

We definitely are closing the series with a bang, and you’re right, that ball will be the talk of the ton for years for sure 😈😈 Cassie would be proud lol😂

Darliiiing I hope you’ll like the final chapter as well! ❤ You’ve made my day so so much better with this, I hope you know how amazing you are! ❤❤❤ ILYSM, thank you! 🥰❤❤