#continuing to be the cutest bitch at target and i will always be the cutest bitch at target

[cozylittleartblog]

cute clothes ✨

#ootd #outfit of the day #fashion #art #doodles #1940s #1960s #dat me #(that i all own. because i got cute clothes for christmas. as i should.) #continuing to be the cutest bitch at target and i will always be the cutest bitch at target #unless its the day of the week where i dress like a hot topic employee #in which case im still the cutest bitch but like. edgy edition #third one is now my second most favorite outfit ever #behind the outfit with the red vest and frilly shirt #a lot of my energy the last many months has gone into shop work but i have made a lot of new stuff and i think #im gonna let my shop idle for a bit and not add anything new really. so im gonna focus on making more fun art again :) #just gonna relax and get back to doodlin #i just put in an order for washi tapes and sticky notes though so that's really fun those will be in in a couple months

[tiffsyub]

" 5:30 p.m " — gyeongsu x fem!reader

genre : fluff, friends to lovers troupe, confession

warning : grammatical errors, english is not my first language.

finally it's sunday, a good day to relax and chill. on-jo and i-sak invited me to a carnival opening nearby the city, i immediately accepted their invitation since i have nothing to do today.

i walked out from my house and went through the gate as two figures appeared and startled the shit out of me. i held my chest in shock and throwing glare stares at them.

"could the two of you stop scaring me like that.." i ranted and they just laugh at me as i rolled my eyes. on-jo just pull my wrist and playfully swing it side to side giving me big smiles which made me smile too.

" you should stop frowning so much or you'll aged faster!" i-sak teased. "whatever" i replied as we continued to our destination.

after a short bus ride, we've finally arrived at the carnival that been exclusively open today.

of course, crowds spreading everywhere. families, couple and friends were chatting and strolling anywhere the carnival. as while i am observing the place, my eyes widen as i spotted the person on the crowd. it was gyeong-su.

"wait, is that cheongsan? hey! guys!" on-jo seem to notice where i was looking and started to scream on the crowds. three heads turn to glance at our direction.

cheongsan slowly approaches as gyeongsu and suhyeok joins. i was shaking—my hands were shaking, it's only gyeong-su just act normal damn it. i-sak notices my state and a smirk planted on her face.

"don't you ever..!" i mumbled at her but it was too late. i began to feel embarrassed and turn away, my back facing them.

"hey we never expected that we've bumped to you guys!" i-sak said and on-jo nodding as she agree with i-sak's statement. i was only looking at the floor, dumbfounded. i should have stayed at home.

"are you okay (y/n)?" a hand rested at my shoulders, shaking me lightly. i look up and saw gyeong-su looking at me with his concern eyes. i awkwardly give him a wide smile and brush his hand off from me.

"i'm totally fine! j-just excited! that's all." i said, gyeongsu seems satisfied with my answer and nodded.

"let's split!" on-jo said and suddenly look at me, giving me a teasing look and now i know where the hell this is going. i rub my temples, i am here to have fun not get stressed out.

so it's finally planned, on-jo with cheongsan, i-sak with suhyeok and yeah, me and gyeongsu. i don't know if i should get happy since i got to have a time alone with him or not.

things between me and gyeongsu are starting to get awkward for me, since the started to develop these feelings for him. i avoided him thinking these feelings would stop but it didn't. it's rarely for us to hang-out not like before, except for lunches since all of us always eat together. i feel sorry for myself, i just don't know how to handle crushy thingy.

" so hi " gyeongsu asks cutting our quite atmosphere between us. " well hi " i replied as my fingers fidget in each other waiting for him to make another conversation.

"they seem to set us up, i knew those guys were planning." gyeongsu chuckled as he scratches his nape. "yeah i will those two bitches right after this." i said and gyeongsu just continued giggling.

"so what do you want to do? it's my treat." gyeongsu offered and stuffed both his hands inside his pocket. i shake my head. "no it's okay, i can pay mine!" i rejected.

"don't worry about it! it's just been a long time we've been hanging out together alone." gyeongsu look at me and smiles. i just stared at him as he suddenly pulled my wrist.

"let's play that one!" gyeongsu chirped happily. i wish this day will last long.

i look around the stall, it was full of plushies and other adorable stuffs. and suddenly there was something caught my eyes, it was a cat stuff toy. the most cutest thing i've ever seen.

gyeongsu started to play, he grabbed a ball as he tossed and target. i silently cheered for him. his first attempt was failed, and his second attempt was also failed, only one ball is left. he grabbed the last ball, i closed my eyes as climax began to build inside of me. i hope he do great this time.

" here, for you." i slowly open my eyes, revealing the cat stuff toy that is drool for earlier appeared in front of me. my eyes sparkles in joy and snatch it from his hands.

" thank you, and how did you know i want this? i didn'teven ask for you to get it." i asks, as the two of us stroll away from the stall.

"just a pretty guess." he replied. i smiled at him as he return it too.

"okay, it's my turn now! what do you want?" i asks and hold his wrist urging him to stop at our track.

"but it's my treat?"

"no, let me."

he gave up.

"okay, maybe mmmm.." he was humming.

"oh! let's ride that carousel!" he said.

i bought two tickets for us, i was about to hand him the other ticket when he immediately pulled me inside without any hesitation. just seeing him getting excited over something just made my heart skip a beat. it's crazy.

"sorry about that, it's just been awhile since i ride in this." he said as i notices a pink tint glowing both in his cheeks, god why do you have to be so adorable.

the carousel starts to go around slowly. gyeongsu was riding beside me, his contagious smile spreading in his lips made me feel like i'm in heaven. i keep glancing at him and unexpectedly he turn his head to me and stared at me. i quickly look away and breathing in and out. that was a close call.

" (y/n)."

"yes?"

" i have something to tell you right after this."

"well you can tell me now?"

"no, just later."

"oh, okay.."

i was clueless and definitely very curious of what he gonna say to me after this. the carousel stops, and we hop out of our horses and went outside.

"that was amazing!" gyeongsu cheered as he lift his two arms up in the air, i giggle at his actions and he notices as it making him starts to feel embarrassed.

we kept strolling around the different stalls to try different games, riding merry-go-rounds, eating variety of sweets foods and then i realized, the awkward feeling of me to him is gone. totally gone.

" wow it's already 5 pm, gosh i didn't realized we've been that long touring around the carnival." i stated as i continued lick my ice cream.

"yeah, maybe the others had gone home now without us." he replied and the both of us laughing.

"by the way, you told me that you have something to say to me right?" i asks as my curiosity starts to building up.

"oh yeah i almost forgot about that." he grinned.

" (y/n), why did you avoid me all of sudden?" he asks, a hint of sadness where visible in his voice. i stop licking my ice cream, and stare at him. i was lost in words, i don't know what to say.

" it's just..."

say it.

" it's nothing, don't worry about it you didn't do anything wrong." i lied, i totally can't do it. i hate myself for this.

"if there's nothing wrong, why are you avoiding me?" gyeonngsu still pushing me, he is still not satisfied with my answer.

" this really bothers me (y/n), like i can't even sleep properly without even thinking about it, it's just i miss your presence with me." i was in utter shock when he said the last sentence. i didn't know this will affect him so much.

"so why (y/n)? please be honest—"

" I LIKE YOU OKAY! " i didn't bother let him finish. i grip hardly onto the edge of my blouse. i can't believe i am confessing at him right now.

" i try to avoid this feelings cause i don't want to ended up like this, but i failed. i don't know what to do about it, so I decided to cope it all at my own. i really don't want to ruin this friendship but my heart just can't help it." i'm in urge of tears and confronted him. the ice cream in my hands starts melting, there's a total silence around us.

"if you don't feel the same, it's okay i don't have any intentions to have this friendship in another lev—"

before i could even finish my words, a soft pair of lips smashed at mine. he kissed me, his lips were a bit cold due to the ice cream. i close my eyes as i feel his tongue waiting for my permission to let him in. i rest both of my arms in his shoulder as our kiss began to get deeper and deeper until we ran out of breath. we pulled away in each other's touch and he was starting to lick his lips.

"sorry, there was an ice cream on it, i like the flavor of your ice cream but i like you more (y/n)." he confessed.

before i could react at his confession, it's already blue hour. the magic hour, the skies were already calm and painted in deep blue making the tension between us more romantic.

"i didn't know you where this cheesy, gyeongsu." i teased.

"hey! at least i tried to confess my feelings to you too!" he ranted. i know he won't shut up his mouth until he won against me teasing him so i peck his lips and pulled his hands and clasps it with mine.

"it's fits perfectly, now let's go home." i glance at our hands and look back at him. he was very flustered. i just playfully roll my eyes and smiles.

"we still have school tomorrow come on." i said. he stayed silent and still flustered.

today is gonna be the one of the best day of my entire life, forget about the thing I said earlier that i should go home, i take it back. tomorrow will be a long long day ahead for the two of us.

#gyeongsu #gyeongsu x reader #all of us are dead #aouad fanfic #aouad #han gyeong su #gyeong su #ham sungmin #fluff #aouad imagines #gyeongsu imagines

[prettyyboyspence]

World’s Best Dad

Warnings: fluff, swearing 

Word Count: 2.3k

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Spencer Reid loved his job. Going out on cases and catching bad guys. It’s what he did best.

But when Spencer Reid met you, things changed.

He wanted to be there for you. He held back and was more careful. He thought through his decisions before he made them and then made the safest decision possible. All so he could come back home to you.

He wanted you to be in his life forever, which is why he married you two years ago. Married life has been great for the two of you and you both have never been happier.

Except for the day you told Spencer you were pregnant. That was, as of right now, the happiest day of your life.

“Hey, I’m home,” Spencer said as he walked into the apartment.

“Hi, baby, how was your case? Catch the bad guy?” You said with a teasing voice as you stirred the spaghetti you were making the two of you for dinner.

“It was alright,” he sighed as he took a seat at the kitchen table and set his head in his hands.

You frowned at him as you looked over, “was it kids?” Cases about kids always made the whole team in a gloomy mood. It’s never nice when kids are being taken from their homes and possibly killed.

He nodded, staying quiet. He had nothing to say. He really didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, I got you a present, today, while I was out. The bag on the table. I saw it and it made me think of you.”

He looked up at you but you kept your back to him to hide your smile. He grabs the Target bag and pulls it towards himself, taking out the box.

You spun around when his attention was fully on the present and smiled at him. He opened the box and pulled out his new mug.

“It’s a coffee mug, y/n.” He said, unimpressed, as he looked at you.

“Turn it around. Read it, babe,” you said with a smile.

He spun the mug around and read it. And then read it again.

World’s best dad.

“I— world's best dad? Are you— are we… pregnant?” He said as he slowly got up from his seat, a smile was creeping onto his face.

You put your hand over your stomach with a smile, “I went to the doctor yesterday, I’m six weeks pregnant.”

“Oh my god!” He said with a laugh as he ran up and gave you a hug. “Oh my god! We’re gonna have a kid! A real child! Oh my god, I’m gonna be a dad.” He picked you up and spun you around as you held him tight.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you said and kissed the top of his head.

That almost seven months ago. Now you look like you’re about to pop. Spencer didn’t wanna go on cases now, not when you could go into labor at any minute. But your due date was in two weeks, he had time.

As Spencer walks onto the jet and takes a seat, he pulls out his phone to call you. He always calls when he steps on and off the jet, to let you know he’s safe and to check up on you.

“Hello, my love, how are you?” You answer the phone. He can hear the smile on your face.

“I’m good, getting back on the jet now. How are you? How’s the baby?”

“Me and the little peanut are fine. We are having dino nuggets for dinner,” you say as you pull the chicken nuggets out of the oven.

“Dino nuggets?” Spencer asks with a laugh.

“Yes, stop judging me. I’m carrying your child and I want dino nuggets, leave me be!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Thank you for carrying my child and feeding him or her dino nuggets.” Spencer says causing the rest of the team to laugh, overhearing his conversation.

The BAU loves seeing you two together and there is no group of people happier that you guys are having a child. They love Spencer, he has always been the baby of the BAU and they’ve always been a little extra protective over him.

They were skeptical when Spencer first told them about you. They didn’t want anyone to hurt him. But when they met you, they knew that you two would get married and be together forever. You were absolutely perfect for him. You listen to his random genius rants and actually ask questions instead of dismissing him. He trusted you and that was enough for the rest of the team to trust you too.

Also, you brought a nice bottle of wine.

“Thank you for this judgment-free zo— uh oh.”

“Uh oh? What’s uh oh?” Spencer says into the phone, holding the attention of his teammates.

“Uhh, how long did you say it would be until you got home?” You say with a soft voice. Spencer can tell something is wrong.

“Y/n, I’ll be home in like two hours probably. Now, what’s uh oh?”

“My water just broke.”

Spencer's jaw dropped as he froze, “wha- what do you mean? I’m not home. What do you mean your water broke?”

The rest of the team gives Spencer a shocked face as Hotch gets up and walks towards the front of the jet. Probably to tell the pilot that he needs to go as fast as fucking possible.

“I thought you were a genius, Spence. I mean my water broke. I mean I’m about to have a fucking child and you’re in the middle of the air two goddamn hours away.” At this point, you are slightly panicking.

You and Spencer had talked about this moment. How he would drive you to the hospital while holding your hand through the contractions. But he wasn’t here. He couldn’t drive you. You’re on your own for now.

“Okay, alright. Calm down. It’s gonna be fine,” Spencer says even though he is also panicking. “Just stay on the phone with me, baby, okay?”

He takes his head away from the phone for a second, “JJ, can you call an ambulance to my house, please? And can someone tell Garcia? She’s the only one in DC.”

JJ nods and Derek says he’ll take care of Penelope.

“Okay, love. JJ is calling you an ambulance and Derek is calling Penelope, she’ll meet you at the hospital, okay? I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Spencer. Oh, god. Ow! Fuck, I think I’m having a contraction. Wow, this hurts like a mother fucker,” you curse as you walk back to your shared bedroom and start grabbing some clothes. You figure you could be in the hospital for a few days so some clothes wouldn’t hurt. You throw Spencer an extra outfit in too just in case.

“Okay, you’re okay. I know it hurts but you’ll be okay.” Spencer coos into the phone. He hates this. There is nothing he can do, he can’t take your pain away, he can’t even hold your hand through it.

You have two more contractions before the ambulance gets to your house. They’re 8 minutes apart, Spencer timed them and made you tell the paramedics.

You eventually hang up the phone with your beloved husband and get into the ambulance. When you’re on route to the hospital he texts you to let you know Garcia is there and waiting for you. It calms you down to know you’ll at least have someone there that you know to hold your hand.

When Spencer finally gets to the hospital you are only 7 centimeters dilated and you are mid contraction.

“Y/n! Hi!” He says running into the room to see Garcia holding your hand as you scream in pain, “I’m here, baby,” he rushes to your bed and grabs your hand which you immediately squeeze.

“You! You did this to me, you bitch!” You groan out in pain, “holy fuck, ow!” It causes the other nurses to laugh as you blame your husband for your pain but it only causes him to frown.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Spencer says as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “But we’re gonna be parents baby,” he grins.

“Yeah, you can smile because you don’t have to push a watermelon-sized baby out of you!”

“Well actually, babies are often compared to—“

“If you finish that sentence, Spencer Reid, I’m going to kill you and this baby will be an orphan because I’ll be in jail and you’ll be dead!”

This continues for another 3 centimeters until you are fully dilated and ready to push. Spencer really is the best husband, even if you keep yelling at him. He holds your hand the entire time, through every contraction. He keeps telling you that he’s so lucky to have you and how you are going to be the best mom in the entire world. You would not have been able to do this without him.

Spencer runs out into the waiting room to see his whole team sitting there. They all look up at him with questioning faces. Is everything okay? Did you have the baby?

“It’s a boy!” Spencer cries, “I have a son!”

Everyone cheers as they pull him into hugs and kiss the top of his head.

“When do we get to meet the little bugger?” Derek asks the new father.

“Now, if you want,” he answers.

“Of course, we want. I can’t believe our boy wonder is a father.” Garcia squeals as she pulls him into another hug.

Spencer grins as he leads the team down the hallway and into your room. You look up at them with tired, yet happy, eyes. They all smile at you and the little baby in your arms.

Your husband reclaims his spot right next to your bed as he looks down at you with a smile and takes his son out of your arms.

“Guys,” Spencer starts, “meet Atticus Morgan Reid.”

Derek gasps as he hears the middle name. He looks between you and Spencer with a grin, “are you guys serious?”

You both nod, “of course we are,” you say.

Derek Morgan was practically Spencer's older brother and since you had met him you felt the same way. You knew he would do anything for either of you and although they just met, he would also do anything to protect your baby. Derek Morgan was an amazing person and definitely a good person to name your child after.

The entire team takes their turn holding Atticus and telling you and Spencer how cute he is. You both can’t help but agree because he is the cutest baby either of you has ever seen.

Atticus is in JJ’s arms as he begins to cry. Spencer gasps, clearly scared, as he looks at you.

“What- what do we do?” He asks you, concerned for his son.

“Give him to me, Spence,” you chuckle as you watch your husband take your son from his best friend and hand him to you.

“We’ll leave you be,” Emily says as she drags the rest of the team out of your hospital room.

You hold Atticus, cradling his head, as you look up at Spencer. “See, baby,” you say to your husband as you begin to rock your son and his cries calm down, “you just gotta stay calm and he’ll stay calm.”

He takes a seat next to you on your bed, “I can’t believe we’re parents. I’m a dad.”

“You’re a dad, baby. You’re gonna be a great dad, okay, Spence? Worlds best.”

He nods, “yeah. Yeah. And you’re gonna be a great mom.”

“We are going to be great parents to this little peanut,” you say as you look down at your now, sleeping son.

He hasn’t been crying a lot and when he does he's easy to calm down and you’re grateful for it. You know Spencer is worried about being a dad. His dad never taught him how to be one, she has no idea how to be there for him.

But, honestly, neither do you. No one is taught how to be a parent, it’s just something you learn along the way. And if Spencer is good at anything, it’s learning.

He takes Atticus into his arms and lays him down in the crib the hospital brought into your room. He smiles down at the little guy before pressing a kiss to his forehead and whispering a “goodnight, buddy.”

You hold your arms out for him to come to your bed. When he turns around and sees you he smiles as he takes a seat back in your bed and lays down with you.

You turn towards him and lay your head on his chest, “I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you, too.” He says with a kiss on your head as you both fall asleep from a very exhausting day.

#Spencer reid #Spencer Reid fic #criminal minds #Spencer Reid fluff #Spencer Reid masterlist #Spencer Reid smut #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds smut #Spencer Reid with kids #dad!spencer #dad!spencerreid

[artificialqueens]

Hotel California, Chapter 5 (Gigi/Jackie) - Roza

summary: jackie is beginning to struggle with her own anxiety and worry about the situation at home while gigi seems to be in nothing but an utter euphoria.

author's note: thank you jankie candle for all the support and to meg for being my wonderful beta! I hope you all enjoy and tumblr is @leljaaa as always xx

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— *.✧

Three fateful days had passed since Gigi and Jackie had officially slept with one another.

Jackie kept track, it was something of importance to her.

It was definitely a bold move on both of their parts but especially the Persian who was still the refugee, the one who would be twice as targeted for it, the one who would take all of the blunt force and trauma as the news would roll in more and more about the revolution.

Gigi was in utter heaven knowing that she had no restrictions as long as they were alone or decently private and away from everyone else though Crystal caught on rather quickly and it was only natural Jan was told, the blonde smiled wide and gasped the minute the other had told her over the phone.

They giggled softly like high schoolers once again even if in the back of their head they knew that this was not a good idea for either Gigi or Jackie.

Being in love.

Not just being in love but being in love with a refugee from Iran, being hopelessly devoted to Jackie who still had that ticket to Canada set in stone. Gigi attempted to simply convince herself that the eighties would be better and that all of Jackie’s internalized homophobia would eventually cease when the revolution died down.

It has to end eventually doesn’t it?

The American only hoped innocently for things to return as they were as she slowly engulfed herself more and more into the politics of Iran so Jackie would not feel so damn outcast and alone. She was not perfect but it was a step, one that the Persian beside her appreciated leaps and bounds.

Every endeavour together ended with a long and loving kiss before Gigi would become flustered and watch Jackie chuckle at the red speckles across her cheeks.  

She awoke gently to mumbled newscasters going on and on about the current headlines as she realized she had fallen asleep on the couch by mistake. She wished she had fallen asleep with Jackie instead.

“I don’t care,” she groaned out as she took a sip from the already opened can of Pepsi that sat on the coffee table beside the arm of the brown couch. Her fingers tapped every button possible before she reached an international headline that made her eyes widen.

“Breaking news...On the morning after the Shah declared martial law, security forces fired on a large protest in Tehran’s Jaleh Square. At least 100 have been killed as the revolution continues…”

Gigi jumped up as she instantly raced for the door, not caring that she was still in her outfit from last night; Jackie was the only thing on her mind constantly but hearing the news only made her twice as ridden with horror not even being able to imagine what the Perisan felt.

Running down the field as she skipped a long to the complex beside her home did not feel one bit weird, she needed to see how Jackie was doing even in her dusty old dress from the night before where they had managed to make hummus, Gigi failing terribly though the Persian saved the day and made it delightful.

“It’s me,” the blonde yelled as she knocked twice on the wooden door, her lips unknowingly curling into a smile the moment she heard Jackie’s muffled talking from the other side. The door opened as the Persian smiled gently, her eyes utterly red and stained with tears.

She definitely knows what happened.

The Persian pulled her friend into her current home as she sniffled, hands on her hips as Gigi tugged her sleeves and opened her arms. Jackie grinned with a snicker as she felt herself happily drop

“I ran down the hallway as soon as I heard,” she admitted in a faint mumble as Jackie kissed her lips, not wanting to even think about what was currently going on. Gigi was her favourite distraction from her own issues and problems, she would use that to her advantage.

The blonde smirked, always happy to kiss the Persian even if it was more for personal reasons than to be romantic. Her hands dropped down to her waist as she enjoyed the impromptu make out session as best as she could.

Jackie hummed, admitting that this had been an awful day but somehow Gigi managed to take all of the pain away. It was a harsh reality that the Persian had to live with but somehow her happiness came perfectly on time in the form of a slightly shorter, blonde biker with the cutest smile and best one liners.

“I’m convinced we can solve world peace by just kissing quietly,” the Persian smiled as Gigi cackled, nodding her head at the statement.

“Kissing you is like heaven, what can I say?” Gigi mumbled against her lips as Jackie grinned slightly, never one to reject a kiss from her the blonde. Her fingers gently ran through her hair, twirling strands of the curls as the Persian wrapped her arms around her neck.

It was always going to be difficult for Jackie to take in all of these strong, new feelings towards the blonde for multiple reasons but she was simply attempting to win the war against herself and her own preconceived notions.

Just because I am in love with a woman does not make me any less of a human being or any less of a Persian.

They sat on Jackie’s bed together, listening to the birds who chirped outside on the trees as the both of them were silent, tangled together and holding each other.

 “Do you want to go riding together? I can take you for some very overpriced, very mediocre ice cream,” Gigi asked against her skin as Jackie couldn’t help but smile wide and nod her head, entranced.

“I would love to.”

— *.✧

“This is quite nice, do you really find it that awful?” Jackie asked curiously as she licked her pistachio ice cream beside the blonde who seemed to instantaneously devour her mint chocolate chip ice cream in the span of three minutes.

“I think it’s fine just not worth ten dollars but consider this a date,” she winked as the two rubbed shoulders, strolling down the neverending beach and sand that plagued the coastline.

Jackie shrugged, gently beginning to bite her cone curiously as she sighed in relief. She had never lived near a beach her entire life so being near a beach felt like a privilege.

“Do you come here often? The weather is quite lovely, I am surprised no one else is here besides us and the one woman we saw a few minutes ago,” Jackie asked aloud before Gigi shook her head, admitting that Hollywood Beach was never of interest to her unless Crystal and Jan wanted to spend the day in the water or attempt to surf.

“I have never been a huge beach person and I was born at the hospital in Long Beach, a coastal city we have here in the state; the utter irony.”

The Persian sighed in relief as she stared out at the open ocean, wandering if her family was okay as Gigi pressed a kiss to her neck, interlocking their hands tightly as Jackie nervously shook her head, clasping her own hands together.

“Jackie…”

“Not in public,” she whispered, the blonde sighed as she knew that from the beginning it was Jackie’s biggest rule and fear. Gigi beating up and stabbing the two men outside the grocery store a few days ago did not help this sentiment.

“I love you,” she mumbled quietly as the waves crashed onto the shore, their feet becoming wet with the cold Pacific ocean beneath them as Jackie mouthed the words back not skipping a beat.

The Middle Eastern woman stared off into the distance, finding herself stuck in a constant day dream about being back home in Iran, even with the ongoing revolution and then the fantasy of staying in California with Gigi and living the rest of her life by her side.

They spent another two hours laughing aloud on the beach and strolling aimlessly before the heat became unbearable and they wanted to leave and go back to an air conditioned room.

“Do you want to spend the night with me?” Jackie asked out of the blue as they made their way back to Gigi’s motorcycle. The blonde smirked, knowing exactly what that would entail as she nodded heavily.

“That would be perfect,” She added as Jackie hopped up on the bike behind her, arms once again around her back tightly as Gigi took off for the ride back home.

Jackie attempted to focus on all the palm trees or the colorful buildings that molded her vision of California however nothing was being played except that damn headline.

Over and over.

Slowly the revolution grew not only more violent but to a larger international scale, she had to see the news from American outlets and not her own family though Jackie assumed hearing it from home would only be worse.

She had not yet gotten the chance to call her family but planned to do so the next time they went out early or late at night, time zone conversions had become the biggest bitch of all.

Jackie felt lost, she knew Gigi was attempting to at least get a grip on politics and stay informed on the revolution but it did not feel the same as speaking to her best friends or university classmates or family.

Everything she attempted to say felt lost in English, she felt five times dumber and knew that even though everyone complimented her consistently on her well spent degree and her skills in the language she was still the outsider.

Not just the outsider but the Persian outsider.

She was currently the butt of the joke, the insults were all directed her way and she simply had to keep a straight face against all of the accusations and comments.

"My mother didn't raise me to yell at uneducated street rats," she would tell Gigi as hecklers would pass by them on the streets, cussing out Jackie who definitely looked Persian enough to get long stares or subtle glances consistently.

And now, she wasn't just Persian she was a Persian in love with a woman.

Her lips were utterly sealed to her family when it came to the matter of Gigi and her current endeavour and relationship with the blonde.

She simply said that she had met some good American friends around her age that were helping her explore California.

Who knew I would be deep in exploring things besides America.

Jackie simply tried not to think about it though that always proved impossible considering her entire status and story in America was that she was a "helpless" refugee from Iran.

Crystal occasionally spoke to her in comfort, admitting that seeing her mother who had immigrated from Mexico to California almost two decades ago for a better life still being teased simply for being her the moment they left the comfort of Los Angeles or Hollywood was unbearable to hear.

I deserve to be here just as much as someone who was born here.

Gigi parked the motorcycle and turned off the ignition as she gently hopped off, holding Jackie's hand as she dusted down the red romper Crystal had gifted her with a smile.

"You look good in that, so much better than Crystal did," the blonde flirted as Jackie snickered, unable to hold back her laughter upon hearing the comment.

Almost as if on cue the two of them saw the redhead in the distance, across Gigi's house waving in her floral printed Hawiian shirt as Jackie gestured her over.

The blonde cocked a brow, a bit disappointed that they wouldn't be alone as planned though she couldn't possibly complain if their company was her best friend.

"You look so great," Crystal chirped as she adjusted the sleeves for the Persian girl, Gigi grinned in utter heaven staring at Jackie as the redhead snapped her best friend out of the trance.

"We get it you think Jackie is hot," she groaned aloud quietly as the blonde rolled her eyes, punching her shoulder teasingly as Jackie gave a bright smile and pushed her hair back.

"So lovebirds, are you going back to Jackie's place to hang?"

"That was the plan."

Jackie nodded before asking if Crystal would like to join them for some drinks and food for at least an hour or two.

"So polite, I love it," Crystal winked before Gigi coughed wildly, feeling her jealous side begin to peak as she watched the redhead make an attempt to flirt.

Jackie shushed Gigi as the Mexican girl admitted that she could stay for an hour but no more because she had some more work to do for the recreational center.

"Oh shut up, my dad loves you, he's not going to care if you take a few hours off especially not with me."

Admitting defeat, Crystal raised her arms and laughed as she followed the couple back to Jackie's place. The three of them shuffled towards the hallway before the Persian gently opened the door and let Crystal and Gigi enter first, snagging a kiss from the blonde as she walked through the doorway.

"Would you like anything to drink or eat Crystal?" Jackie asked as she opened the fridge, grabbing the bottle of tequila that Gigi had managed to steal from the grocery store a few days ago.

"Your girlfriend is so wonderful Gigi," she teased obnoxiously before giving a thumbs up at the tequila bottle. The blonde scoffed, kissing Jackie's forehead as she grabbed the glasses.

"I've never seen Gigi so speechless, I'm so impressed Jackie," the younger woman admitted as the Persian heard Gigi mumble something along the lines of "I'm speechless every night you just don't get to hear it."

Crystal laughed as Jackie gently grabbed her lover's chin, whispering at her in Farsi to stop speaking so dirty in front of her own friend; somehow expecting for Gigi to understand a lick of what she was saying.

"I don't know what you said but I'm completely turned on right now," she whispered as they pressed their lips together, grinning wildly as Jackie gave Crystal the tequila bottle.

"Cheers to being single!" She awkwardly added aloud as she shotgunned the tequila she had poured. Gigi frowned, defending her best friend and saying that eventually she would find someone.

"I thought I did but clearly she had other plans," Crystal admitted bitterly as Jackie widened her eyes in shock, a bit confused though both her and Gigi turned their attention to Crystal.

"Jaida is happy where she is now, I won't blame her or Jan," the minute the words left Crystal's lips Jackie gasped in shock.

"You and Jaida? I had no idea I'm so sorry," the Persian mumbled as she rubbed Crystal's shoulders for comfort.

"It was only a few months, don't worry about it, of course you had no idea obviously."

"I did not know about this either," Gigi replied a bit angry as Crystal bit her tongue anxiously in front of her best friend, apologising for the long held secret.

"So is that why you two were avoiding conversation at the rink?"

Crystal nodded in silence.

"You will find that person, your soulmate; trust me, it might be in the most unexpected situations," Jackie added sweetly as she smiled at Gigi, gazing at her lover towards the end of her sentence.

"Oh so I'm your soulmate? How romantic," Gigi mouthed as Jackie stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes.

"I was really in love, what a shame." She hummed before adding that she and Jan had no bad blood about it, it was simply just a lost cause to fight about it at this point.

Jackie could understand, Jaida was extremely attractive and seemed sweet, grounded and intelligent and quite the catch especially for girls as bubbly and extroverted as Jan and Crystal.

"Never say never," Gigi hummed. "In my heart of hearts if you want the truth I still think she's in love with you and not Jan. Give it a solid month or two and I think she will realize that you're the one."

Crystal and Jackie looked beyond interested to how the blonde had come to that conclusion so quickly after just two minutes ago she said that Jan was Jaida's perfect match.

"I might love Jan and think they're cute but I saw her staring at you when you were skating, I'm not stupid."

Jackie ran a hand through her partner's hair as she offered Crystal some food she had prepared last night.

The redhead shook her head, attempting to hide the permanent frown painted across her face.

"No thank you, I'll stick to the alcohol."

— *.✧

Jackie smiled as she felt Gigi wrap her arms around her waist and pull her closer in the bed, the two of them beginning to become sleepy after all the physical activity they had just done to say the very least.

"You're perfect," Gigi mumbled as the Persian beside her flushed not knowing how to genuinely respond to a compliment of such high praise.

"I believe you are also perfect," Jackie finally responded as she ran her fingertip's through Gigi's long, blonde hair as she occasionally planted a kiss near her earlobe.

"So I'm your soulmate?" The American teased beside her before Jackie groaned, admitting that maybe it was a strong choice of words for them only being together for barely two weeks.

"It was beautiful, I almost teared up," Gigi admitted as she tilted Jackie's head back to her own so she could gaze into her eyes.

"My English improves bit by bit," she joked before Gigi shut her lips with another kiss, the two of them giddy and gently melting into every affectionate gesture.

"I hope you never leave," the blonde whispered as she laid her head on Jackie's bare chest with a permanent smile planted on her mouth as she closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

Jackie swallowed her breath, unable to even speak on the matter.

"Goodnight Gigi," she said as she turned off the lamp beside her before running her hands through her partner's hair once again, thinking about all that had managed to happen these past two weeks.

I have to leave but I will keep quiet about that for now.

#rpdr fanfiction #jackie cox #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jaida essence hall #jan sport #gigi x jackie #jaida x jan #crystal x jaida #song fic #lesbian au #seventies au #historical au #hotel california #roza #s12

[fluffyseapancakes]

I wish you would write a fic where… Peter Parker finds out the Reader, the big, scary bully of the school, who's usually cold and intimidating, is completely weak to tickles. Whenever she's tickled, her tough exterior breaks, and she becomes flustered, shy, giggling, snorting mess, and Peter begins to fall for this side of her. He begins to fall HARD

Your wish is my command! That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard and I just HAD to write it out. I hope you like it!

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Students cowered when you walked down the hallway, you heard them whisper about you and stare like you had three heads or something. You really didn’t start out as the school bully, but your brutal sarcasm and short fuse scared everyone away. It didn’t help that you enjoyed wearing t-shirts of death metal bands and was a little heavy handed on your eyeliner, you also had what your brother called a “resting bitch face.” Your parents were shocked when you were accepted into the Midtown School of Science and Technology, and immediately pressured you to attend even though your family couldn’t afford the tuition. Thankfully you were awarded a partial scholarship and your parents happily sent you on your way to find a cure for cancer or whatever. Now let’s recap.

Resting bitch face? Check.

Acne? Check.

Awkward sense of humor? Check.

Wardrobe full of black clothes? Check.

Scholarship student? Check.

You knew you were easily going to be targeted by all the students. At your old public school, you were able to blend in because everyone was more or less similar to you. But at MSST, you knew you were in huge trouble.

On the first day of school, you expected the students to laugh and tease, but to your surprise, they all looked at you with…what was it…fear?

“What band is that?” A dorky looking kid in chemistry pointed at your Cannibal Corpse t-shirt.

“One that your ass can’t handle,” you replied snarkily, not thinking about the words that came out of your mouth. You immediately felt guilty at the hurt expression on the boy’s face but it was too late, the damage was done. Most of the class heard your reply and word spread throughout the school that you were someone not to be messed with. At first you were hurt and ashamed by it, but then you realized, it was better to be feared than to be in fear.

Rumors spread across the school about your history and life at home. The most popular one was that you were part of a Satanic cult and you lived underground where you held ritual sacrifices. Another was that you murdered your family and broke out of a psychiatric unit for criminals and changed your identity. The truth was you lived in a suburban neighborhood with your parents, an older brother, and a younger sister that you loved dearly. Your mom worked late hours waitressing at a diner and your dad was a construction worker, so you essentially raised your sister and your brother dropped out of school to be a mechanic to bring in some extra money. Your family was extremely close-knit and played boardgames every Tuesday.

But of course, no one at school knew the truth.

There was one kid who never contributed to the rumors or looked at you with fear. He was the dork that you snapped at on the first day of school in chemistry class. Other students picked on him often, but you tried to avoid hurting his feelings again. His name was Peter Parker and was the smartest in your classes, you felt his eyes on you every time you entered the classroom or walked down the hallways, it wasn’t the feelings of fear or disgust in his eyes, it was more like curiosity. He was cute in a dorky sort of way and was always kind to everyone, even after getting beaten down by awful words and insults, he had that aura of confidence around him.

“Everyone please partner up, it’s time to do a group activity,” your anatomy and physiology teacher instructed. Your stomach dropped, group activities always brought that shameful and embarrassing feeling when you were the only one left out and the teacher had to put you in a group. You looked around the classroom, seeing that almost everyone had partnered up and were sliding their desks together. Almost everyone except Peter Parker.

“I guess it’s us two,” he chuckled awkwardly. You watched him as he dragged his desk next to yours and sat down on his chair.

“I know that band by the way,” he nodded to your shirt, “Nirvana right?”

You tried not to look impressed and you replied quickly, “Everyone knows Nirvana.”

The week’s unit was on the sensory system and your teacher instructed the groups to touch different areas of the body to decide what type of senses and receptors were used to interpret the stimuli. Everyone started the assignment but you and Peter sat quietly, deciding who was going to make the first move.

“Hold your arm out,” you groaned and picked up your pen. Peter slowly held out his arm and you lightly dragged the tip of your pen across his fair skin. You saw goosebumps appear on the surface and you wrote down your observations on the assignment.

“Okay um, don’t move,” Peter reached out and scribbled his fingertips against your neck, you instinctively scrunched your shoulders and a soft giggle escaped from your lips before you could stop it.

“What was that?” He grinned, writing down something on his page.

“Nothing,” you snapped, “you just surprised me.” You flicked Peter in the forehead and he flinched. “What was that for?” He laughed, you almost smiled at his childish voice but you quickly stopped yourself. “Well it’s the assignment,” you wrote down your observations, “your turn.”

Peter thought for a second and before you could make another harsh remark, he reached over and tweaked your side. You jumped nearly out of your seat and covered your mouth to mute the squeal that escaped from your lips. You heard Peter laughing and he continued to squeeze and poke your sides. You felt laughter bubbling up from your chest as he gained enough confidence to dig into your belly. You slouched over on your desk, shoulders shaking from laughter threatening to burst out from behind your hand.

“P-Peter quit it,” you barely managed to whisper out, squeaking as he tweaked your ribs.

“We need to complete the assignment Y/N,” Peter grinned cheekily, that was the first time you’ve heard him say your name and for some reason that made a warm blush spread onto your cheeks.

You were a giggling mess and what made it worse was that you couldn’t move away or get up without the entire classroom knowing. The last thing you wanted was everyone to see you cackle like an idiot.

Peter shifted his hands back to your sides and dug in a little harder, he heard muffled laughter coming from your mouth and suddenly a snort. It wasn’t loud and he barely heard it, but it was definitely the cutest snort he’s ever heard in his life. He stopped tickling you and you slowly raised your head to look at him, the happy smile and red cheeks made Peter’s heart skip a beat and his cheeks matched the same shade as yours.

“Enough information for you?” You were still giggling hysterically and instead of sounding scary, you ended up sounding like a flirty school girl.

“Yeah,” Peter coughed, you noticed that his face was bright red and his legs were getting twitchy under the desk.

“That’s enough for today, please turn in your assignments at the front and have a good weekend,” your teacher clapped his hands loudly and announced to the classroom. Peter shot up from his desk and basically ran out the door, tossing the assignment haphazardly on the table. You were left sitting there confused. What is wrong with him?

Peter escaped from the classroom and took a deep breath, he still felt his face burning as he texted Ned: dude i think i like y/n.

#avengers #prompt #tickle fic #reader x peter parker #ler!peter parker #reader insert #ticklish!reader

[unclejuho]

🚨 Weewoo weewoo 🚨 You've been held back by the love police! 👮 Say something nice to 10 of your mutuals and pass the message around 👮 Let's spread love not hate ❣️

ooaabhjdbhj this took me so long to answer but here i go!!! im late!!! and im repetitive!! but all these people make my heart go u*u

@jaevoon  ((((her name is liz?????))

liz,,, you were like the solid first person i came to talk to on tumblr bc of your stupid lizard youngbin ask n then made the greatest decision to watch about time with the squad. i love your loyalness to jaeyoon, your even more loyalness to doyoung and your tags that always make me angery wheeze. and uh. i guess youre actually most loyal to yoelin, h u h. your soft huevos tag says it all. and i love your personal blog

@rowoonst

moving on to my next target, dear miss dawONSt,,,, i cant compliment you the same as liz bc loyalness, dont know her. im actually surprised roro is your icon. guess you really love seafood huh ;))) i love your face and your love for all your mans. like.. your obsession with shownu sim is still my favorite thing about you, but recently i havent had the pleasure of seeing him in the chat,,, hmmm,,, maybe you and liz should do your next spam with shownu sim.

@cheondae

louise im feel like i always say this but youre lowkey my absolute favest blog on this entire flop site… i know we dont rlly talk but dbhjbhbh youre such a dear mutual to me???? like you just make my dash the best it can be and ugh. i love your love for sf9 so much its so cute and so pure and god youre so funny and also. french??????  je aime a french bitch!!!! anyway yea you make me soft and i just highkey always wish to remain mutuals bc when we do talk its so much fun and you always make me smile so much  ♡♡♡

@sunnpils

SAMMMMM UGH… my sweetest???? my loveliest?????? i just have a soft heart attack whenever youre online in the chat bc like. i love talking to you ashhjsbhs honestly??? youre so easy to converse with it feels lovelie. youre so cute and your gifs are!!!! so good!!! and so much goals!!! honestly you deserve to be the top tier blog out of all the rose, day6 and got7 blogs if youre already not!!!! i love you sam!!!

@rapperravioli

LARA SO I KNOW WE HAVENT TALKED IN A WHILE EITHER which is all bc of my dramatic switch of blog styles but i love you so much and asdbbhsj youre my favorite ravi stan ever???? who honestly deserves HIM so much??? if not you deserve more which… how is that even possible tbh… but omg youre always so cute and so nice to me nnn,, even though lettuce is your favorite food (ill never forget it im sorry i just)) youre one of my favorite people on this stupid site abhabhsh. honestly i hope you do get to see ravi bc i havent asked you yet bc if you dont i may actually cry… your instagram is also so PRETTY LIKE i get a heart attack whenever i see you on there i sometimes forget youre a 100/100 goddess like… i love you so much

@baektoyoo

OUR QUEEN OF TALENT??? OF DRAWING??? OF BEING SOFT AND JUST????? BEING so amazingly sweet im??? bawling???? ugh im still smad we couldnt meet up when you were in holland like.. i need me to go to canada asap… ugh i love how nice you always are to everyone plus,,, your cartoon drawings… im actually obsessed.. i cant believe youre actually gonna make me a juwoon one someday too… sO NICE.. and like i just love you so much asdbhahbsbh youre always so sweet and you just make my day when i see you on my dash its actually a bit embarrassing but shhhh… i also love sassy soph that we so rarely get to see ;))))

@hwiyyoung

another QUEEN??? just (hwiyoungs) queen of general being the most amazing??? oof em i have so much respect to you and everything you do like. your gifs are so amazing and youre overall so nice to everyone and just. whenever you rb a post of mine and compliment smth i do i just get giggly and proud and ugh you make me so happy!! plus youre so cute and asdbhjhb i love talking to you… also your selfie tag gives me butterflies hows the aesthetic like that. do you remember when we all trolled you as ems 8)

@javajaeyoon

ALE??? MY SWEET ALE WILL YOU ACTUALLY SEE THIS??? omg alex honestly the first thing i think of is us voice calling and just. shbjhadhbj talking to you is so much fun ugh… im smad we havent talked in a while but ALL IN GOOD PEACE since i know youre busy and go you.. so good at staying away from the web.. anyways alex i love you sm ugh.. youre always so funny n so cute and hhhhhh i just thought of your selfie n i choked again that hair was on fleek and youre so gorgeous!!! you and youngbin jaeyoon would be so cute im sure of it… my otp 8(((((

@woodawns

miss sflop9???? my dearest inseong anti?????? my gOOD hwi stan friend???? my UNNIE??? sahdabbahds god.. or should i say,, heol??? omg shi talking toyou is so much fun n we’re always the same with our spams.. n our thirst abt our mans even tho you say you hate inseong n all he stands for but i KNOW DEEP DOWN in your bONES you love that guy a whole much! also its so funny ahsbjd your love for drama… a true kpop stan… ugh i know you dont like showering me with love but ill continue to shower you with my love till the end of times bc thats just how it be!!! heol youre just so funny n im glad we r talking like we r because you make my days a lot more progressive hhh and im glad to be sharing these fine men with you.. even if you call juju zaddy which. im still not on board with but whatevs!!!!!

@jikseu

I SAVED THEBEST FOR LAST???? my lovlie inna!!!!!! im lov you forever!!! and you know no one can take that away! i hope you know im always here for you and you can always come to me

#me struggling to write paragraphs bc im not a writer bitch but heres everything shortened down to a sentence #if any of you are too lazy to read this wordfart #: i love you all

[hopeishappinessff]

Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 16

Chris

“I don’t know what to do. It’s been almost a full week and I haven’t heard from her. I call, but her phone goes straight to voicemail. I text, but get no reply. I’ve even gone to her room, but somehow Destani always opens the door and she’s never there… I forced my way in three days in a row so that Destani could prove to me that she wasn’t just hiding, but she just… she wasn’t there. I don’t know where she is… I don’t know what to do.” I could feel myself getting light headed by the lack of oxygen entering my lungs as I rambled on without a breath in between.

My therapy session couldn’t have come at a better time this week. After the day that Hope had come to my room and found Tawny in there with my half naked ass, she’d literally disappeared from the face of the earth and I could feel myself losing my mind with each minute that ticked by without hearing from her. I knew she would avoid my calls and texts… I wasn’t expecting her to happily wanna engage in a casual conversation about what she saw, but I also wasn’t expecting her to just dip the fuck out either.

“Christopher, you’re very frantic today… you’re talking a mile a minute,” Dr. Yates spoke gently from where she sat behind her desk, “You’re overwhelmed, I know, but you’ve got to calm down.”

“I can’t!” I nearly screamed right in this woman’s face, “That girl means everything to me and I fucked up! I fucked up and now I don’t… I don’t even know if she’s still in a relationship with me or not.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself Christopher. Don’t allow the lack of communication between the two of you to force you into any assumptions. It’ll only get you further worked up and you know that one of our goals here is to learn how to respond to any situation, whether it is one provoked by your anger or one provoked by your sadness, in a calm and reasonable manner.”

I shut my eyes abruptly in the middle of her sentence. I needed to start up a slow count to perhaps forty to avoid lashing out and jumping over the desk at Dr. Yates. As much as I was beginning to warm up to her and her gentle demeanor, no one and I mean no one should ever tell me to calm down in any situation involving Hope. I wouldn’t even calm down if President Obama stood at my side and threatened me with hard time in Guantanamo Bay… Hope was my entire heart and without her, I literally felt like I couldn’t function. Sure we’d gone a few days recently without talking because I was being a dick and completely ignoring her, but in the back of my mind I always knew she was there. Now though, I knew there was a possibility that things had gone awry in the relationship and the thought alone made me wanna slit my throat.  

“You’re improving significantly with your counting strategies, I see. Though it is unfortunate that I am indeed the target for your anger right now, your progress is wonderful Christopher.” I wouldn’t say it to her, but I was amazed that this lady could remain seated so serenely as I sat there boiling over like a hot pot on a stove. I could feel the inflammation of anger in my face and I’m sure she could clearly see it, but she simply sat there staring at me like a proud mother as I remained in my stance and finished my count.

Slowly prying open the eyes that no longer felt like my own, I glared across the desk at Dr. Yates. I was over the emotional stint, just that quick. He had grown tired of all the rambling of how emotionally distraught I was and he was about ready to cut this whole therapy session short.

“Chris…”

“You know, I think I’m gonna head out now and get some… fresh air.” I muttered with a smirk. Dr. Yates stared at me for a prolonged moment before calmly jotting something down in her infamous little notebook and raising her curious gaze to meet mine.

“Do you feel as though you’re… restrained and composed enough to leave this office right now?” She asked.

With my eyes still on the little notebook, I slowly nodded my head and finally locked eyes with her “Yeah… I feel restrained… and composed.”

“And you don’t feel the urge to leave this office and go searching for Sy’Diyah again?”

“I’m not gonna look for that bi… girl,” I quickly corrected myself as I felt irritation rising in the pit of my stomach, “I’m good, Doc.”

Her brows rose briefly with surprise, but Dr. Yates maintained her composure as she always does and simply sat back in her seat, scribbled a few more things in her notebook, then slid it shut and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Very well Christopher. We had about another fifteen minutes left in our session today, but if you feel as though you’ve had enough for the day I cannot force you to stay.”

“Right,” I smoothly rose from the black leather chair across from her desk and adjusted the snapback atop my head, “Thanks for the sesh. See you soon.”

And with that I turned and quickly made my way to the exit and didn’t bother sticking around to hear her dismissal. Oh how I loathed going to those fucking sessions, specifically when she was the topic of discussion. I didn’t understand what the damn obsession was with her, but that sensitive and bitch ass emotional side of me was just head over heels for the girl. Sure she was probably the most beautiful girl I’d ever been with and had by far the best pussy I’d ever slipped into, but there was no need to have my head stuck so far up her ass. Like it almost sickened me how much we were wrapped around her little finger and I was determined now more than ever to change that completely.

I had finally exited that depressing ass building and I had already made up my mind that within the next ten minutes, I was gonna find my next nut for the day. If I really wanted to, I could just stand my ass outside the building and the pussy would just waltz right up to me, but I’d left my patience back up in that stuffy ass office and I didn’t wanna wait. I moved swiftly toward the Tate Student Center where I knew nearly all the ethnic community would be hanging out. It was midday, so rather than going somewhere to grab lunch between classes niggas would often just hang out in there like it was the parking lot of a club.

I’d barely even made it within a ten-foot radius of the building before I spotted my target… only because her wide chocolate eyes were locked on me like I was her prey. The girl stood between two other chicks just outside the building where several other people lingered about. I knew I should be more careful with doing this sort of thing smack dab in the middle of the day in the public eye because word had quickly spread that I had a girlfriend and I knew it wouldn’t take people long to piece together exactly who she was, but let’s just be honest right now… who gives a fuck?

This girl kept her eyes locked on me the entire time I walked straight toward her and I couldn’t ignore the sexy smirk plastered on her cute little lips. She was bad, no lie. Her hips were the first things to catch my eye and I shook my head discreetly as thoughts of how much fun I could have gripping those thick things coursed through my mind. I could tell just by the way she stood that her ass had to be fat, but what had me nearly salivating was just how tiny her waist was in comparison to those hips. She wore her hair in these intricate little Janet Jackson braids that fell all the way to her waist line and again, I imagined just how fun they were gonna be to play with… and pull on.

“What’s up?” I said with one quick nod once I was finally up close and personal with her. Her two friends stared at me with just as much lust in their eyes as her, but I’d already made up my mind that she was who I wanted to walk away from this campus with.

“How you doing gorgeous?” She asked with the cutest giggle. With my good ole charming smirk locked into place on my already moist lips, I quickly swiped my tongue out over my lips just for the effect and glanced at both of her friends before locking eyes with her.

“Well, I’m good sweetheart… but I think I would be better if you took a ride with me.”

And just like that, I’d hooked her and reeled her in. Before I knew it, she held a firm grip on my hand and together we made our way to the student parking lot to my truck and I listened closely as she gave me seductive directions back to her apartment.

 Hope

I sat on the floor in the living room with my back pressed against the couch and an assembly of books and papers all around me on the floor. I had a big exam coming up within the next week and I’d been doing nothing but burying my head in my books and notes lately to make sure I was prepared for it. Lately I’d also been swamped with assignments from several of my classes and to make matters worse… I couldn’t deny that I was dealing with a crumbling relationship. With every day that passed, I could feel myself losing the firm grip that I once had on my beautiful relationship. I didn’t know what was going on with Chris. He was drifting, that much was for sure, and I had no idea why or how to even reel him back in. I tried not to focus so much on the reality of my unfortunate situation and instead chose to immerse myself as deeply as possible into my studies.

My brows remained furrowed as I nibbled into the corner of my bottom lip and glared at the paper in my hand. I was reviewing notes for the upcoming exam and my focus was strong… so strong that I failed to notice the front door of the apartment opening and closing softly. As I lowered the paper back to the floor with my eyes still glued to it, I nearly jumped right out of my skin at the feeling of a hand against my left shoulder. Abruptly swinging around to my left, I spotted Cammie falling back into the cushions of the couch clutching at her stomach as she cackled loudly at my expense. After snatching out my ear buds, I glared at her and held a hand over my chest in an attempt to catch my breath.

“Girl,” She wheezed as she continued to laugh, “That shit was fucking hilarious! You alright?”

With a roll of my squinted eyes, I huffed and quickly reached down to pause the music still blaring from my phone “Yes I’m fine, but you scared the crap out of me Cammie.”

“Man I’m sorry, but you were looking so damn focused… I knew I would be able to get your ass good.”

I rolled my eyes once more, this time playfully as I failed to contain my own small fit of giggles. I couldn’t help but shake my head at the thought of how at ease my mind had been for the past few days around Cammie and Angel. After showing up at my own dorm room in a completely angered daze immediately following the incident with Chris and the girl in his room, Destani called an ‘emergency girls time meeting’ where she proceeded to explain what’d happened to Cammie and Angel. And after making them aware of exactly what would happen if I stuck around in my dorm room for too long, they quickly swooped in like my personal saviors and offered to take me in until I left for my dad’s for the weekend.

“Every time I see you in here, all you doing is sticking your head in some book… what are you working on anyway?” She inquired as she sat upright on the couch and curled her legs beneath her comfortably.

With a deep sigh, I glanced down at the stack of papers and books scattered in front of me on the floor and eased a hand up through my wild mane of hair “I have a test coming up in my biology class that I’ve been trying to study for.”

“Oh shit, my bad girl… I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She said.

“No, it’s okay,” I muttered as I shut my book and placed it strategically over the notes on the floor so as to not tempt myself to bury my face right back in it, “I need to take a break anyway.”

Resting my head back against the seat of the couch, I shut my eyes and crossed my arms loosely in my lap.

“Are you okay Sy?” Cammie asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine… just a little tired.”

“No… I mean are you really, okay?”

Slowly easing my lids open, my eyes locked on the ceiling as my head remained back on the couch and I took a moment to truly absorb her question… was I really okay? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out exactly what she meant at this point, but the question was more complex than she would probably ever understand.

“I don’t know Cammie.” My voice came out in less than a whisper and I didn’t know if she’d even heard me. I could feel her tugging lightly on one of my many loose curls. She curled it gently around her finger in a comforting manner and I willed myself not to fall asleep from the gesture.

“Listen Sy’Diyah, I don’t know the whole story of your relationship or what’s really going on with you and your dude, but I want you to know that you can stay here as long as you need to.” “Thanks Cammie… that really means a lot.” I said.

“Hey, maybe you can even hit up Destani and tell her to pack up some shit and come over so we can have a girls night in tonight.”

“That sounds like it would be fun, but I actually need to pack up my stuff here and head back to my dorm in a bit. Destani and I are going to my dad’s tomorrow and I need to go get ready for that.”

“Oh, well that’s good… maybe some time with your pops will make you feel a little better too. And whenever ya’ll get back we can still plan a girls night… in or out, it’s up to ya’ll.” She suggested.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely take you up on that and I’ll let Destani know,” I said with a closed lip smile, “If you’re not too busy though, would you mind taking me back to my dorm?”

“You know I got you boo. Come on, I can take you now.”

Within the next few minutes she helped me get all my belongings packed up and down to her car and eventually, we were on our way back to campus.

--

“My little love muffin, I missed you!” Destani screeched the moment I set foot in the room. I couldn’t contain my laughter as she bombarded me at the door and snatched me into her grasp, squeezing me tight against her chest as though she hadn’t seen me in years.

“Okay, Destani… okay, let go!” I huffed through merriment and lack of oxygen.

“My bad, I just really missed my roomie and bff!” She exclaimed as she finally released me and swiftly stepped out into the hall to help me lug the few bags I had back into the room, “How was your stay with the girls?” “It was really good. I got a lot of work and studying done and they were both so helpful and welcoming.” I said as I finally shut and locked the door.

“Well that’s good baby girl. You know the squad wasn’t about to leave you hanging while Mr. Crazy Man was running around like a chicken with its head cut off looking for your ass.” Her face had contorted into a deep scowl and she rolled her eyes as if ‘Mr. Crazy Man’ himself stood there in front of her.

With a giggle, I shook my head and made sure all of my belongings were shifted over to my side of the room before I began to gather the necessary items to take a quick shower “Was he really Dez? Did he come here?”

“Tuh, did he girl? From the night we got you outta here up until last night, the nigga has been by here banging on this door like crazy looking for you. The only reason I even opened the door for his ass was so he wouldn’t draw attention and have the RA down here investigating all the noise. And he wouldn’t just knock then ask where you were… ole boy would literally barge his way into this room every time demanding that I prove you weren’t here.”

“Wow,” I muttered, barely surprised by Chris’s obsessive behavior toward me, “That really doesn’t surprise me much though… that’s just unfortunately how he’s always been with me, since before we even got together. I even had to shut my phone off for most of the time I was at Cammie and Angel’s because he constantly called and sent me text messages.”

“Sy’Diyah what the fuck did you do to that nigga that’s got him so fucking sprung like that? Yo pussy must me molded with pure gold and topped with the world’s rarest diamond honey… shit!”  

We both burst into a fit of giggles and I could even feel my cheeks warming from her blatant comment. Once I scooped up the last of my bath items, I grabbed a large towel then turned and made my way toward the restroom.

“Well I’m about to hop in the shower really quick. Hopefully he doesn’t show up.” I chuckled, with complete doubt in my mind that he would be foolish enough to come back to the room searching for me for the fifth day in a row.

“You know what, I’m not even gonna tell you not to jinx yourself on this one because I’m almost positive he’ll be here as scheduled shortly.”

I continued to laugh as I stepped into the quant restroom and shut the door behind myself, not bothering to lock the door since neither Destani or I ever saw a need to. I placed my things neatly atop the closed toilet seat and moved over to the shower to turn on the water and adjust it to my liking.

Once I was stripped down to my bare skin, I stepped into the shower and immediately shut my eyes as the warm water cascaded over the top of my head and down over my shoulders. After basking in the steamy oasis for nearly twenty minutes, I opened my eyes and swore that I could hear commotion on the other side of the door. I didn’t think much of it though and continued to wash the conditioner out of my hair. Just as I turned around to shut off the water, I nearly slipped and plopped down right on my butt when the unlocked bathroom door flew open.

“Nigga get the fuck out or I’m calling the RA and telling him to call fucking security on your ass!” Destani hollered.

A loud gasp rolled from my lips the moment the shower curtain was yanked aside, revealing a flustered Chris who stood there with wide eyes and bright rosy cheeks. His nostrils were flared and his brows were furrowed with frustration, but the moment he zoned in on my cowering naked body his entire demeanor calmed within seconds.

“Hope…” He whispered, flinching suddenly when a small fist collided with the back of his broad shoulders.

“Damnit Chris get outta here, now!!” Destani was putting up as much fight as her petite body would allow, but she was no match against the athletic build of Chris who simply turned and gently pushed her out of the doorway and shut and locked the door right in her face.

“Chris… wha… what are you doing?” I stammered as I quickly crossed my arms up over my chest, leaving no hope for my completely exposed lower half.

His eyes remained locked directly on mine though and it was only then that I noticed just how red and swollen they were… had he been crying recently?

“Hope, I’m sorry… please listen to me.” He spoke so urgently, I nearly stopped completely to actually hear him out, but I smoothly remembered that we were indeed still wedged together in this not so large bathroom space and I was indeed still standing beneath the streaming shower completely naked and soaked from head to toe.

“Chris, let me get out of here and put on some clothes…” “No, you can’t… Destani’s only gonna freak out and attack me if we leave this bathroom.” He spoke quickly and quietly just as Destani slammed a hand down against the locked door.

“Sy’Diyah, I called the RA… he’s in the café right now, but he’s on his way!” She hollered.

I couldn’t peel my eyes from Chris’s sad and exhausted stare. Without him having to utter a single word, I understood that he was hurting more than I could fully comprehend and even after what he’d done to me, as his girlfriend and the missing link to his puzzle of chaos… I knew that we couldn’t afford any additional attention in his moment of need. He needed time to break down right there in the small square of a bathroom and I needed to be all ears for him.

“Destani call him back,” I shouted over the steady pound of the water around me as I continued to stare into those distressed yet stunning pools of copper, “Tell him you were mistaken and that everything is fine.” “Sy…” She started.

“Destani… please.”

There was silence on her end and I didn’t even bother considering whether she’d taken what I said seriously and moved away from the door to call the RA back, but I didn’t care. All that mattered in that moment was my boyfriend that stood there, emotionally crumbling before my very eyes. Silently I reached forward and latched my hands onto the hem of his black hoodie and I made sure to catch the t-shirt beneath it as I began to pull it up. He didn’t ask a single question or make an attempt to stop me… he simply complied by lifting his arms while I raised the articles of clothing up over his head. I moved on to his sweats and slipped them as well as his boxer briefs down as he stepped out of his shoes until he too stood there completely naked. Gently grasping his left hand, I silently assured him that it was okay to step forward and enter the hot shower with me. And he did, slowly but surely until we finally stood face to face and the water doused his back and rained down over his shoulders.

Though he spoke volumes with his eyes alone, I knew I needed to get him to speak up soon. I eased the tips of my fingers up along his perfectly chiseled chest until I reached his neck then I stopped just below his jawline and cupped each side of his face.

“Talk to me.” I said.

“I’m sorry Hope…” He muttered and I simply nodded my head, encouraging him to continue on, “I didn’t mean to hurt you… I don’t ever mean to hurt you.” “Then why do you?”

“I…” I could sense his hesitation to go on, but I knew he harbored an answer to that question… an answer that I had no idea would eventually impact our relationship immensely.

“Talk to me… please.” I pleaded as I caressed his cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.

“You’ll judge me. I can’t handle your judgement… I can’t.” He said as he raised his hands and latched them onto my wrists.

“Stop it Charlie, that’s not true… I would never judge you.” I fussed quietly as I gently shook his head in my grasp. I shut my eyes as he suddenly tugged me forward and leaned down to mesh his forehead against my own.

“You will judge me…and I’m afraid that you’ll leave me too. I don’t want you to leave me… I can’t handle that… there is no more me if there is no you.”

The depth of his words startled me, but I maintained my composure as he held me there in his grasp. Lord, what was happening to him? This wasn’t the Chris I knew. This wasn’t the young handsome next door neighbor who I subtly fell in love with at the age of eight years old.

“I love you with everything I got Hope,” He whispered, easing his head down to my shoulder where he placed the gentlest of kisses just before dropping his face into the crook of my neck, “Promise me you’ll never leave me. Promise me that no matter what, you’ll always be by my side.”

I couldn’t ignore his light sniffles as he begged me to make him a promise that I’d vowed to keep from the moment he asked me to be his girlfriend. I pulled my hands away from his cheeks as he shifted and moved them to the back of his head. His hands had found their way down to my hips and he buried the tips of his fingers there as if holding me in place, afraid that I’d leave him again. Because we were in the shower and the water continued to drizzle down over the back of his head, I couldn’t actually feel his tears against the skin of my neck but I knew they were there.

With a sigh, I slithered the tips of my fingers through his fine hair and pulled him so close to me, my breasts meshed against his chest uncomfortably “I’m not going anywhere Charlie.”

“Promise me…” He begged urgently.

“I… I promise. I’m not going anywhere.” And there we remained… him holding onto me desperately as though I was the only piece of sanity left in his muddled life, and me gripping onto him just as tight praying that somehow if I squeezed him tight enough, I could simply take some of his pain away.

#chrisbrown #chrisbrownff #chrisbrownfanfic #jasminesanders #chrisbrownfanfiction #jasminesandersff #teambreezy #teambreezyff #fanfiction #fanfic

[magistralucis]

🔀 :0c

🔀 Maroon 5 - Payphone

I’m at a payphone trying to call homeAll of my change I spent on youWhere have the times gone, baby, it’s all wrongWhere are the plans we made for two

Here are some voicemails long since deleted by Franck Rivoire.

Voicemail 01: Recorded Jun 26, 6:23pm

Gesaffelstein: Monsieur Rivoire.

G.: [Short pause.] Good afternoon, Monsieur. The Chairman conveys his regrets that you couldn’t be here today, and he hopes that you’ll be well soon. [Pause. Shuffling of papers.] Your article is still due on Friday, of course. Specifically the one from when you visited Nantes. Alone.

G.: [Small intake of breath. Five seconds.]

G.: … That will be all, save for one more message from the chairman. There will be a party at some point in the next month or two, to celebrate his first full year at the office. The date is not yet set, but the announcement came an hour ago; it was only right to let you know. [Pause.] You will find out more as the days pass, I imagine. As far as I know, it will be held at a function room in one of the hotels nearby. Plus ones are permitted, as are friends. We are encouraged to bring some as he is quite intent on making an impression.

G.: But then, of course. I forgot.

G.: [Quiet snicker, followed by a markedly lowered tone of voice:]

G.: You don’t have any friends now, do you, Franckie?

[END VOICEMAIL]

Yeah, I know it’s hard to rememberThe people we used to beIt’s even harder to pictureThat you’re not here next to me

Voicemail 02: Recorded Jul 18, 10:16pm

Gesaffelstein: [Inaudible murmur for the first twenty seconds. Sound of water running in the background, perhaps a bathtub. Radio and TV both on, one of which is the evening news, full volume; all of those sounds are so loud as to drown out the foreground noise, G.’s own voice included. G.’s voice is increasingly stifled with emotion as the recording goes on.]

G.: - not a writer, not a journalist, and definitely not an artist. I know you’re watching the story too, even if you aren’t taking my calls; you hear that, Franckie? You want me to turn the volume up from this end? [Does not.] Because I know you’d hate to miss it. Imagine going out of business because the mayor of goddamned Nantes sued you for slander. [Laughter.] 

G.: Oh, it’ll pass. I mean, there’s fuck all to do in Nantes; you were just the convenient target, just be sure to thank the chairman for bailing you out later. Yeah? They only didn’t name you out of some theoretical respect for your dignity, but really, you aren’t shit, Franck Rivoire. Not that you needed to hear it from me for the hundredth time, but what the hell. [The tap is abruptly shut off.] Have a present. Why not! It’s our one month anniversary - of you breaking us up! I’m so glad we made it, Franckie, let’s be miserable together forever! [Bitter laughter. Faint splash of water.] 

G.: Jesus Christ.

G.: [Continues to laugh, until he begins to sob instead in earnest. A full minute passes before either the TV or the radio is shut off, though the other remains on in the background.]

G.: Franckie. Franckie... why?

[END VOICEMAIL]

You say it’s too late to make it,But is it too late to try?And in our time that you wastedAll of our bridges burned down

Voicemail 03: Recorded Aug 12, 3:30am

Gesaffelstein: [Slurring very heavily throughout the recording; clearly intoxicated. Pronunciation unclear in some parts.] Hello? Hello? It’s me. Mike. First of all, it was lovely seeing you last night, chickpea, it’s been a-a-ges; funny how like... fucking hell, you were the one person I ought to’ve expected... heh. Never doubted you for a second [Inaudible], you always take me by surprise.

G.: Thank you for the coupons. I didn’t want to say it out loud in front of everybody, but you were spot on: I don’t think I’ve walked past a spa since I began working here. I’m overdue for a good old sugar scrub at the least; you’re right, I do need a day out to myself, don’t I. [Pause, seven seconds. The sound of a cork popping.] Too much’s been going on. Hell. Thanks for putting a word in for me at Lancôme, too. [Inaudible] - of the modelling business for so long it’s surprising anyone remembers me, let alone wants me back occasionally. [Pouring sounds. Pause. Three seconds.]

G.: That said, darling.

G.: [A glass clinks heavily upon a wooden surface.]

G.: Are you out of your mind?!

G.: [G.’s voice is a little clearer from this point on. Coaxing.] My dearest. Sweetheart. Honeybun. I thought we were over this years ago. Wild horses couldn’t drag me kicking and screaming back to the modelling industry; thanks for getting my name out there, but as for working for them? No thanks. You know how bad it was there. You were the one who helped me get out in the first place; so why, why, oh why on earth would you want me to go back? [Laughter.] Did I look that unhappy at the party or something?

G.: [Laughter, bittersweet, but not malicious.] Not that I blame you. I am unhappy and you had every reason to think that, even if we didn’t get the chance to hash it out. [Pouring sounds.] I don’t blame you, chickpea, you’re just trying to help a friend out at his time of need. Speaking of that, though - did you get a chance to talk to Franck at the party? You’ve got to spill the beans if you did, I’ll spill mine; Jesus, you won’t believe what the bastard did to me. [Heavy thud.] I’m no use to mistreatment - all that time with my fellow models, oh yes, with those glorious sons of bitches, we’ve all been bought, been sold - and yet after all this time taking the high road you’d think there would be some...

G.: ... Fucking... wrong number.

[END VOICEMAIL]

I’ve wasted my nights,You turned out the lightsNow I’m paralyzedStill stuck in that timeWhen we called it loveBut even the sun sets in paradise

Voicemail 04: Recorded Sep 24, 3:03pm

Gesaffelstein: I went to our old pâtisserie today.

G.: [Pause.]

G.: Well. Mine. I never got to take you. [Pause.] They still do your favourite macarons. The melon one’s still exquisite, you know. I mean. I know. 

G.: Didn’t think they’d recognize me after so many months away. They remember you, too, and gave me an extra box of cinnamon and red bean for you. [Longer pause.] ... Just... call me... or leave me a message, when you get this... and I’ll put them on your desk on Monday. 

G.: [Lengthy silence. Quiet breathing sounds, at one point marginally louder, as if the receiver was hitched closer to his lips.]

G.: ... There was a couple in there. Two men. I’d say a little older than us. [Pause.] They were holding the cutest little boy in their arms. They were in front of me at the counter and I waved at the kid and he smiled at me. Well. Maybe a he. I couldn’t tell. Just a baby, really. A happy family.

G.: [Silence. When he next speaks his voice is very quiet.]

G.: ... I’d have liked one, too...

[END VOICEMAIL]

If happy ever afters did exist,I would still be holding you like thisAll those fairy tales are full of shitOne more fucking love song, I’ll be sick

Notes: w e l p

I knew that I was going to do this the earliest out of all the shuffle fic requests I received but it took me this long to figure out how lmao. I’m so sorry I’m lagging behind on everything let me die ;A  ; aaaaaaaaaaaaaIn the absence of identifying information I am going to assume you’re an anon aware of the shenanigans happening over at @akchotesuggestion. So yeah. Something to sink y’alls teeth into. Try comparing some of the voicemail dates here to the earlier ‘cher journal’ entries (like this one) for a nice bonus :3

also pls keep the wrong number person in mind

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[wacheypenaart]

Enchanted Romance Chapter 2

Previous Chapter

Summary: What led to Leonard's current situation.

The Invierno Kingdom, like its name implied, was a cold and harsh place. There was still enough food and natural resources to make a decent living, but some families barely scraped by. What families did manage to flourish only did so out of thievery and war, which often times left a different group of fairies in charge of everything. Thus, one's alliances were always changing, fairies who were once allies became enemies.

 Not even family could be completely trusted, if Lewis Snart were anything to judge by. He was willing to sell off his own daughter for a half-rotted fish! Leonard, his eldest offspring, had been working off Lewis's debt at the time and couldn't prevent it. But he damn sure got her back before her buyer had any chance to touch one hair on her head.

 His doing so had cost both him and his sister a home, but by that point in their lives they were better off homeless. It was certainly easier stealing for two and sharing the spoils equally rather than giving the lion's share to the abusive, no good son of a bitch that had been their father.

 It wasn't too much later that two became three as Mick Rory literally burst into their lives via an explosion he had caused. His family were a rare sort of fairy-type that could produce bursts of flame and often times worked as bombs for hire. That is, until someone found them to be a threat and killed all but one of them off. Mick was that lone survivor, and he had been on a revenge spree when he stumbled upon Leonard and Lisa huddled together trying to stave off the cold.

 The pair reminded Mick of his lost siblings, which led to him taking them in and offering them shelter in his den. It wasn't much, and they were wary of him as much as he was wary of them, but it beat dealing with the cold. And it was certainly better than being alone.

 It took Lisa getting sick and Mick finding what they needed for medicine before Leonard began trusting the other fairy. Then, it was just a matter of time and practice until the three of them earned a reputation as the best thieves for hire. At least in their sector.

 There was an official thieves guild, but like everything else, leaders and other powerful members tended to change with the seasons. Their rules, on the other hand, generally stayed the same, and it was those more than the constant power struggle in rank that bothered Leonard.

 First and foremost: if a fairy snitched, they got ditched. Reasonable, as no one wanted to associate with someone who'd so easily betray them. That rule though didn't consider the fact that if a fairy was caught, they were put through rigorous torture till they gave up something. Of course this led to their second rule: don't get caught. A task easier said than done as it required either teamwork or immense skill to avoid any security provided by their target. The former was clearly not a reliable option. So the vast majority of the guild's members were loners always on the look out for someone better to work with and use.

 There were other rules too, but Leonard found fault with all of them, because they encouraged fairies to look out only for themselves. He couldn't imagine himself sacrificing Lisa or Mick for some petty score. So when they were offered positions among the guild, he declined, his family backing up his decision without question.

 Apparently, no one had ever rejected the guild before, and they didn't like it if the sudden increase of bounty hunters were anything to judge by. They had their own guild too, but Leonard had no intention of getting familiar with them anytime soon if he could help it.

 Instead, he chose to concentrate on their latest score, which was some ancient family heirloom the current rulers were eager to pay handsomely for. They had to get it fast, as there was no telling how long this family would have the goods to give in reward.

 Lisa, being the fastest flier of the three with her sleek black and gold wings, stayed out and circled around the decrepit building as a lookout for any trouble. Any hint of it and she'd give the signal in the form of a whistle before flying off to their chosen safety point.

 Inside, Mick and Leonard moved at a cautious but fast pace, sticking to the shadows in case there were any others already inside trying to steal the loot before them. It had happened before, but that didn't mean they couldn't take it from them if the opportunity arose. After all, there wasn't a rule that said the first people to retrieve the item were automatically entitled to the booty.

 Another reason it was fruitful to both stay quiet and hidden: owls, such as the one they found resting in its nest. Among the strewn about grass and feathers were various objects, including the artifact they came to steal.

  This is where Leonard's own rules came into play. Yes, despite his contention for the guild's codes, he knew they were necessary to survive. And his rules were: make the plan, execute the plan, expect the plan to go off the rails, and throw away the plan. Despite its simplicity, it was far more effective and hadn't failed them yet.

 Using hand signals, Leonard gestured for Mick to startle and frighten the beast away with a fire blast. The other fairy nodded before moving away to find another entrance into the bird's nest. The closer he could get without being seen the better. Leonard moved to do the same, only his goal was to get closer to the treasure.

 The next few moments were tense as Leonard waited for his friend to strike, his body taut and ready to move. No harm would actually come to the bird, but it was a threat they needed to get rid of.

 At the first sounds of crackling in the air, Leonard moved, knowing they were the noise that preceded Mick's attacks. Flames followed, hitting the bird's rump and causing it to squawk in shock before it flew up out of its nest in clumsy haste. It failed to notice Leonard nearing its refuge, which gave him time to snatch up what they came to find and start running back out of sight. He didn't pause to look for where the bird had gone, because it would've slowed him down and increased his chances of getting caught by it.

 Once safely hidden in the shadows, he finally took the chance to listen for the bird's location, and more importantly for his sister. The bird had caused such a ruckus he hoped she had heard and had taken the time to hide.

 Unfortunately, that was not the case as he heard her scream in alarm, the owl hissing in response.

 Instantly and without hesitation, Leonard was flying out of the ruins and towards the owl itself. When he was close enough, he threw the very thing they worked so hard to steal at the bird. His sister's life was more important than any stupid trinket.

 His attempt to get the owl's attention worked, and a little too well as it set its sights on him. He barely had time to shout at his sister to find Mick and get to safety before he was flying as fast as he could, drawing the bird away. He would have to use every trick in the book to survive this encounter.

 The owl was fast and quickly catching up to him so he attempted to dive towards the ground, its talons nearly ensnaring him by his wings. But the move only gained him a moment before the bird was on him again, this time managing to clutch onto his upper body. He couldn't help but shout in pain as the owl attempted to crush him in its grasp, snapping bone. But the beast didn't count on him freeing one of his arms and pulling a knife to stab at its feet.

 Immediately released, Leonard flew away with what strength he had left, not caring what direction he was headed, so long as he found a place to hide. There was no place close enough though, and he continued to hear the owl's hissing behind him. He had to keep going!

 Functioning on pure adrenaline, he failed to notice the change in his surroundings as night in the Invierno Kingdom faded into a morning in Primavera. Not familiar with the area, he bumped into plants he hadn't seen before, causing himself further injury. The hissing finally stopped though, which was a relief and allowed Leonard to slow his flight so he could carefully land and figure out what to do. At least, that had been the plan till he blacked out.

 When he next awoke it was with a painful groan and the feeling of soft bedsheets. He panicked, sitting up despite his body's protests, and tried to figure out how he could've gotten into a bed when the last thing he saw was dirt. Who had found him?

 His answer came in the form of the cutest fairy he had ever seen. This fairy was tall and lanky, with short brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and a smile as bright as the sun. Said smile also looked relieved as the other fairy greeted: "Hey, glad to see you're awake! I brought some water in case you were thirsty."

  "Thank you," Leonard replied politely, which was rare for him to do, but he felt so flustered and unprepared. He took the offered glass and drank it to both soothe his throat and calm his nerves.

 "You've probably got some questions, like where you are, which is the Primavera Kingdom by the way, and oh-- my name is Barry. Barry Allen," the other fairy stammered in explanation, a light blush staining his cheeks, which made him even more attractive.

 Leonard must have hit his head during the fall, he was acting silly.

 "Are you okay? Did you need more water Mr...?" Barry asked, his concern quite clear. He looked so sincere too, which made sense if what little Leonard knew of the spring fairies were true.

 "Wynters, Leonard Wynters," he replied. He was still within the right mind not to give away his real identity as it often led to trouble with some people. He had no way of knowing if Barry was related to any of his enemies.

 "Oh, well, Mr. Wynters--" Barry started to say.

 "Just call me Len," Leonard said without thinking, proving he wasn't completely in control of his faculties as only Lisa and Mick were allowed to use the nickname.

 Either way, it earned him another smile which he found himself admiring once again. Was there something in the water? Maybe the plant life had some special pollen in it?

 Or perhaps this fairy with wings Leonard had only heard about was just that enchanting?

 -tbc

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[survivormarmoreal]

Episode #10: “He wanted to have this ginormous dick energy" - Brian

Well losing Keaton wasn't in the plan. He was one of my closest allies. I may have screwed things up with Brian. Maybe if I can come up with a lie good enough, we could believe me. Sharky knows that I liked Keaton so maybe theres still trust there. Hopefully. Im still working with Nathan but hopefully he still wants to work with me even though Keaton is gone. I know for sure that I have Bryce. At least that's one ally but who knows.

OKAY OKAY OKAY. Thank fucking GOD. Everything worked out. All the other votes were for Matt so there is no question who is a liar. Because everyone is a liar. But it doesn't matter because our plan worked. Matt is still here. I'm still here. AND KEATON IS NOT!!! Now of course everybody is scrambling to apologize to me. Nick is like oh it was so last minute. Maynor is like "i liked you both so it would keep you both". Nathan is spewing some nonsense. Bryce honestly kind of owned up and laughed it off which tbh i respect. And of course my girl Anna checked in and I told her we are golden. Because we are. Anna was 100% up front with me about this plan so I trust her A LOT now. I told her Brian and I didn't tell Matt about the plan, which is a lie, but it's the smart thing to tell her because it keeps her from being put in another tough position. And I never told Matt Anna was the leak. So Anna should be safe from any fallout after this vote. Nothing to do now but move forward and hopefully Matt or I win immunity and the FB Bois can carry on.

Update: I'm sure as hell not winning immunity because I only got 3 out of 25. Embarrassing. Physical threat who?

Bryce is my final 2.  There, I've said it.  I'm 100% solid on this man as my fellow finalist!  I really hope that we are able to navigate our way to finals together... like, we have our plans, we spilled all the tea... basically Nick and Maynor just continuously lied to me, and like... idk... I feel like Bryce could be lying, but I just feel too good about this connection that I think it's a real final deal.

So fuck me with a spoon and call me Sally because I finally feel amazing about an ally to the end.

Also, we have our "potential vote order."

8. Nick - A goat that could just be brought to the end.  He's not too bad, but he's also someone who could easily replace me in the Sharky-Matt-me trio. 7. Annabelle - Break her duo with Nathan up while also breaking her trust circle with Sharky.  I think it would be ideal for me to take her out now. 6. Sharky - He's the biggest threat and you can't keep the biggest threat around for too long, no matter how much you trust them.

Top 5: Me, Bryce, Nathan, Matt, and Maynor.  This isn't the cutest final 5 ever, but I feel like this sets me and Bryce up for the best final 2.

5. Biggest challenge threat, whoever that may be. 4. Biggest challenge threat now (if it's final 2).  If it's final 3, then biggest jury threat. 3. Final loser (if it's final 2).

1+2. Me and Bryce.  Kings.

omg so brian is my f2 now and thats so iconic... so we think the boot order is gonna be like nick anna sharky and then reevaluate for comp threats.... like so i didnt want to vote matt bc i didnt want to lie to brian bc i really wanted to work with him but nathan convinced me to anyway esp bc we knew anna voted matt already and then GHOSTED. but then matt played idol so someone (maybe nick) prob told him/sharky about the plan... sketchy anyway it worked out bc i hate keaton and am happy hes gone. so when tribal ended i noticed sharky brian matt werent leaving call and they were all the minority voters... well majority bc of the idol... so i went into damage control. it was so iconic bc i didnt even pm sharky or matt just brian bc i really only felt bad about lying to him bc i wanted to work with him so much and matt doesnt respond that much and well sharky maybe i was a lil bad feeling about lying but w/e. i just joked around with them didnt hide anything and was my usual charming self... so i was honest with them about what happened bc i realized like i dont want to work with ppl who lie to me. i forgot if i mentioned this but like keaton and nick refused to tell me they were voting matt even tho we were all supposed to be in on it. and while everyone else was lying about why they voted or when the plan was formed i decided to be forth right. idk if thatll come back to haunt me but hope not NNNN. i was on that call for 7 hours. thats dedication NFJAJDFSHKAJS although they were all iconic and fun to talk to anyway so wasnt that hard but i sleep at midnight the latest usually and it was 2am. but w/e i pushed through bc tiredness is passing but positioning myself properly is NECESSARY. once it was just brian and i we shared everything or at least i did KJFASDKJFA he kept being a lil shady but i think it was fair bc i did just lie to him. i told him about nathans vote spy and the og absolem (minus nick) alliance and all the stuff ppl were saying and he told me about how he knew of matts idol bc he himself had a vote steal and they traded info. so loved that tbh!!! like if we have to use it this round itll set us up good it think, plan is to take out nick bc he can be goated to the end and flipped to and we dont want that. then anna bc shes good at comps and wanna split nathan/anna up. then hopefully work with maynor/nathan/(maybe matt) to vote out sharky bc if he gets to the end he'd win we feel like. after that we gotta see who we can beat in comps so we can beast our way to the f2. we think its f2 bc how days line up but like im bad at math so KFJASDHFJSD. anyways me and brian are like the michele and cydney that make it to the end so get ready for that. sorry nathan, thank you next!

I dont know if i said it last confessional but losing Keaton at the moment was really bad. He trusted me and was working with me. But now it looks like Matt want to start a little alliance. Sharky wasnt bad, was just happy it wasnt him, and Brian not mad but upset. I think i literally may be working with everyone left. Scream team with Sharky. OG Dinah with Brian. Shatter but still together me nathan annabelle and bryce. My rams alliance with bryce. And nick talks to me but is only one who hasnt said we should work together.

So we out here still! I am really happy that the idol play worked and it seems to have shaken the 5 who voted against myself, brian and sharky a lot. they are all seemingly panicking and its quite amusing to watch ngl. However, I am pretty sure I can capitalise on this to my own advantage, to swing the numbers my way or at least to take myself to like 5th (which for me is always a good placing). I am sure as hell not done playing yet so woo lets go bitches!

worried brian is closer to matt than me... annabelle once again ignoring. i dont know how to have a convo with matt like on call sure easy love it on discord? not happening. nick... maynor seems off today but we still chatted for a while... maybe im over? whomst knows! love ain

These questions were all out of left field like wow. I didn't even get to read all the questions. I randomly looked at a question and picked a number. I actually knew more of them than the ones I picked. I only got one right and that was Mickey Mouse and I don't even like him that much. Lets hope people are thrown off by these questions and panic like I did.

So Nathan has come and apologized. I really do believe his plan, although it was super selfish, was to get our group of 4 further. So I'm not mad. But the thing is that more so than Nathan lying it showed that he has real POWER in this game. He was able to get a 6 person majority to do what he wanted and convinced them all to lie to me and Brian. So he won't be my next target because he has my back but I don't have his anymore so he better watch out. Nathan is the biggest threat left in this game.

Okay so it's seems all is at peace. Anna had been worried that Nathan would come after me but it seems that passed. And The Jock Destroyers Alliance actually seems to be on the same page for once. Nick is just seeming like an unknown to all of us and we want to cut down on unknowns this late in the game. None of us can guarantee Nick is with us and that is worrisome. So as much as I've tried to work with Nick these past few weeks it might be time to cut my goat loose and move on with a new flock. I guess we'll find out.

I WON IMMUNITY!!! My wig is flown... now I can be more ballsy over the next 24 hours.  I want Nick gone.  For Nathan and Sharky to think that they're the ones doing this, though, is so annoying because I was literally the one to open this can of worms.  In addition, the reason I want Nick gone is because I want him out of Sharky's ass.  I don't need the two of them to be besties anymore!  I know Sharky is OK with voting him out, but I know Nick thinks him and Sharky are like besties so...

I think that 5 that voted Matt last round were thrown into a tizzy when Keaton went, and so I'm just out here like... lemme revel in the chaos!  Maynor and Nathan both were so anxious for my reaction... Nick went explaining to me right away what happened... ugh!!  My mind is so big... Sending Nick home this round will be one step closer to fulfilling my top 2 fantasy with Bryce.  I love it so much.  I really hope all goes to plan, but I am immune so I can't really be too worried since I'll still be here after 24 hours lmfao!!

I would love to be the hero by the end of this season, but I already see my villain arc coming up, and I'm left sitting here like... well, it was bound to happen.  The second I turn on Sharky is the second I hit that arc, and it's a plan that's coming sooner rather than later!!

i feel like... im going home its so quiet like brian won immunity and pushed on nick so like he should go but its just so quiet hm.

Well. It looks like it might be me. 🤷‍♂️ No one hs been talking to me so I guess its may be my last day!?

So the vote is either between Me or Nick tonight. And i dont like that. Going to see if I can get Nick and atleast 2 other votes to atleast make it a tie. The only other option right now is to take out Sharky. Im looking to try and get Bryce, Nick, and hopefully Nathan. Brian is safe. That leaves Matt, Annabelle, and Sharky. So like 🤷‍♂️ Imma go out fighting if its me.

So like, this tribal is really quite quiet, but seems to have a clear target in  Nick. SOmething of which i will HAPPILY take for myself, as I am just fed up of getting voted atm lmao. Like yes please just give me 1 round of respite then you may come for me again cause I will be ready. I feel close to Maynor and Nathan, mainly cause I have worked on them over the past few days so i feel good about myself and where i stand. will I win? probably not. Am i ok with that? no but if I have to settle I will

Okay for once it seems like there isn't much scrambling. I could be completely wrong and I'll get sent packing but who knows. It should be a quick and easy vote for Nick.

I jinxed it. The moment I said it should be easy NICK GOES OFF IN THE TRIBE CHAT. Trying to basically threaten all of us with the idea that he may have another idol. THEN BRIAN CALLS HIM OUT. And he puts Nick on blast for leaking the Matt plan to us. Which he did do. BUT Anna is actually the one who told us. So Nick either actually has an advantage and will save himself (in which case I don't think I'm his target) or his whole game just BLEW UP. It's messy messy messy.

Well Nick just ruined all the possibilities ih trying to save him. Nathan doesnt seem like we could get the votes so that also gets rid of Annabelle because they are very tight. So my vote is gunna be Nick but just watch its actually me. 🤷‍♂️  I would die but nothing i can really do know.

maybe im boo boo the fool??? theres been iconic fights and stuff and now nick is gonna vote me which is rude but he says hes voting maynor but i doubt that bc maynor tried to save him earlier this round so idk whats happening ppl are saying like dont worry he doesnt have the votes but what if he idols or what if ppl flip or like i dont want any vote against me in the first place. all these ppl so stable bc they arent the ones getting voted. the AUDACITY nick has when ive put up with his bland unanswering self for all these weeks to vote me on his way out??? no ty!!! maynor is like the most NNN idk he just has the worst pokerface i went with his annoying save keaton plan last week and im pretty sure he is going to vote me now too like... maybe dont do that what happen to the stupid :rams: :rams: aries thing we had going... make it add up!

Looks like I’m going home... the only chance I have at staying is if bryce gets out but I’m worried that’s not going to happen... I guess we will see wha happens in a few hours…

AHH!!  So I got into a fight with Nick earlier.  He wanted to have this ginormous dick energy in the main chat about powers he has and how he KNOWS who mentioned his name... girl, you know NOTHING!  He still thinks I've voted for him twice, and highkey if I had read my PMs about the idol before 7:45pm, then I would've voted for him exactly Z E R O times.  So fucking ugly...

So yea, I fought him.  And I'd say I won.  I just hope everyone sends his ass home.  Bryce and Nathan are updating me on, like, everything, and we have Maynor who just is beyond sketchy with his PMs.... I really just... WHEW.... I hope Nick's straight ass goes home and it isn't Bryce.

This tribal is going to be one big fat mess... but like i’m ready for it

I dont really want to do Nick tonight but its the best thing for now not to rock the boat. Im just hoping that everyone isnt lying and its some how me tonight. 🤷‍♂️ Just need to trust people who are saying they are doing Nick. But having a weird feeling and hopefully its a false alarm.

Tbh Brian not voting makes me feel sketch about tonight. It may be nothing and just me being worried that my name was thrown out. He said he was going to sleep early but he could have voted early for Nick so like. 🤷‍♂️ Paranoid and im going to die.

Nick is voted out 5-1-1.

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