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benedictscanvas · 2 months

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hey love! im sorry your request box hasnt been what you were looking for but maybe this will work! can i request a ball with benedict bridgerton where feelings are only realized when one of them dances with someone else? i dont really mind if its reader or benedict but i just think it would be cute!! hope you’re doing well <3 <3

hello my lovely. you're the sweetest, thank you so much for such a gorgeous request. I've got a pretty similar fic where Benedict realises his feelings, so I was super excited to do the other way around, I hope you enjoy <3 <3 | 1.5k words, fem!reader

There is a woman in Benedict’s arms and it isn’t you and you think you might throw your lemonade at her. Accidentally, of course.

You don’t know her, and if the reasonable side of your brain was in charge, you’d probably think she looks quite lovely. Her hair is adorned in elaborate braids and her smile is demure but still a little goofy - she isn’t shrouded in the fake humility that she finds so many ladies of the ton carry around with them.

But still you find yourself fantasising about a large lemonade stain painting the front of her dress, the poor girl hurrying away in her shock and distress.

Away from Benedict. Who’s now laughing. At something the girl has said, no less. Why, you’d never seen him laugh at any lady of the ton who wasn’t either his sister or, once, Lady Danbury.

And yourself, of course, but you didn’t count.

At least, you didn’t think you counted. You didn’t think you wanted to count, content to while away the balls and the promenades by Benedict’s side, sometimes Eloise’s, whispering about so-and-so’s hat or whats-his-name’s hair. He’d never asked you to dance, although you’d never wanted him to before. Now that he was dancing with someone for the first time you could recall, however, you could feel that changing very swiftly.

”You know, looking vexed in the corner isn’t likely to win you many adoring suitors, Miss Y/L/N.”

Eloise always knows just when to get on your nerves and she’s grinning at you slyly when you turn to face her, finally breaking the spell that Benedict and his new dance partner had placed on you.

”Since when have you believed that was my endeavour, dear Eloise?”

”Since you’ve spent the entire night glaring at pretty young Miss Pennyforth. It’s making you look rather jealous, to the untrained eye.”

You turn away from her, fixing your eyes on her brother yet again. They’re not talking anymore, just staring at each other as he twirls her again and again. Maybe it was better when they spoke after all, because now your stomach is twisting into something that does indeed feel a lot like jealousy.

”Yes, well, you know better than to think I’m jealous. Though I do seem to be in a foul mood.”

Eloise nods exaggeratedly, a pretend-sympathetic pout on her lips.

”Yes, you poor thing. And it obviously has nothing to do with the brother of mine that you can’t take your eyes off.”

You pointedly look at her again but she just dissolves into giggles at the look on your face.

”If you have a point, Eloise, I suggest you make it.”

”Oh, no point at all. Only that the one ball where Benedict decides not to stand with you and ruin his prospects all night, you seem to be very dour indeed. With no correlation, of course.”

You glower at her as best you can. You have the irritable feeling crawling out of your stomach through your throat that you might be about to cry, and you refuse to do so here, or to allow Eloise to think it’s her fault if you do.

”You run along and find Penelope or I shall tell your mother there’s a gentleman asking after you.”

She gaped at you, quite genuinely.

”You wouldn’t,” she murmured, but then promptly hurried away when you fixed her with a look that told her you most certainly would. It was a lie, because you could never bring yourself to do that to your friend, but it was a ruse that allowed to slip away from the ballroom.

You cast one last glance over your shoulder at Benedict to see him kissing the back of Miss Penny-something’s hand and your eyes began to sting.

- - -

There was a little bench hidden away to the left of the grand entrance, just dark enough to not be spotted by those near the carriages. You managed to shed a few tears in private, silent silly things, and you wiped them away angrily.

It was only Benedict. Quiet, mischievous, generous Benedict. He was creative and caring and could come up with the most brilliant insults you’d ever heard. Obviously, he also had a beautiful face, but you’d never given it much thought. All the Bridgertons were beautiful, it felt like a requirement.

”Did Lord Tennesby try to talk to you again?”

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes with your head bowed. Of course he’d find you. If anyone was likely to be looking for a quiet spot for a moment’s reprieve, it was him.

You wiped at your face in vain before looking up at him with what you hoped was a convincing smile.

“I’d be halfway back home if that was the case. What are you doing out here?”

Why aren’t you with Pennyfuzzy? was the unspoken second question that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to ask, knowing how spiteful it would come out. You wished you had realised you might want more from Benedict in the comfort of your own home, where you could take a week to process those feelings and prepare for how to deal with them.

Instead, you’d just have to see what happened in this conversation and go from there. Sounded promising.

”I was going to ask you the same thing. Have you…been crying?”

”I think it’s the flowers,” you point over at the hyacinths in the nearby flowerbed, “They often get the best of me this time of year.”

”Daphne’s ball last year was filled with hyacinths and you didn’t so much as sniffle.”

You frowned at him.

“I probably sniffled.”

“You didn’t. I would have noticed. I would have offered you a handkerchief like the dashing young gentleman I am.”

It was enough to pull up your frown at the corners, which in turn propelled him to take a seat beside you on the bench. You busied yourself with a crease in your dress when you talked to him.

“Maybe you’re not as dashing as you think.”

“I’m incredibly dashing,” he argued, pointing his chin upwards in that silly, mighty way you always giggled at, “I swept Miss Pennyforth off her feet just moments ago.”

Like an ice cold bucket of water poured right over you. You almost shivered.

“Ah, Miss Pennyforth. Has someone finally captured your wayward attention, Mister Bridgerton?”

You looked up at him and tried not to sniffle or snuffle or anything else that might give you away. He was just looking puzzled.

“What? No, I meant I quite literally swept her off her feet. I got the steps wrong, according to Eloise, who helped me up once she had a hold of her laughter.”

You blinked at him.

“You fell?”

“Into quite the heap. Miss Pennyforth was a good sport about it all but she did end up with a rather unfortunate lemonade stain all down the front of her dress. I think she was a little embarrassed.”

He had the decency to look a little embarrassed himself. There you had been, ready to hurl the contents of your cup at the girl and Benedict had solved your predicament for you. A twinge of guilt tugged at you.

“I’m sorry I missed it,” you said honestly, face overtaken by a wry smirk since Benedict had not sat down singing her praises. Still you had to be sure, “She was looking a very good dancer before I left, I was afraid she might steal away my conversation partner.”

It ended up sounding far more transparent in your intentions than you’d hoped. But you held his eye contact defiantly when he grinned.

“I knew you missed me,” he said, smug, “I took one look at your face and I could see it plain as day. Really, you should have hidden it better.”

“I don’t enjoy these events and you know it, Benedict.”

Back to his first name and by the light in his eyes, he’d noticed the switch. He stood up and held out his arm for you.

“I know. I’m very grateful for it. Now come along, I’ve done my duty to my mother dancing with that girl and now I would like to do my duty to myself.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, not moving a muscle.

“I would like to make fun of the Featheringtons with my most cherished friend. Would you do me the honour?”

Something skipped inside your chest. Light and airy again, no longer weighed down and chained to something churning your stomach. His most cherished friend. Despite the evening’s revelations, that sounded heavenly.

“Is Eloise inside waiting for you then?” you can’t help but tease and he promptly puts his arm back by his side with a huff.

“You are intolerable. I’m going without you.”

“No - wait!” you laughed, following after him gleefully as he turned away from you and started walking. You managed to catch him on the stairs, threading your hand into the crook of his elbow with ease as you did.

The smile he sent you would take at least the next week to contemplate but you had time. You could be a very brilliant 'most cherished friend' for now.

(and you were far more cherished than you knew, of course, but he wasn't quite ready to tell you yet)

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luvtak · 2 months

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sandcastles, lfx x reader

✧ genre/ tw f2l <3!! sugary sweet fluff, angsty confessions, a couple pet names, a very sweet kiss, and felix and mc being unbearably down bad for each other, unedited <3

✧ w/c 2586

✧ a/n okay so i am writing this at 2 am after basically throwing this up, I've had this idea in my head for a couple days and finally had time to execute it, I am a sucker for f2l!felix and I hope you enjoy this very sweet confession, as well as the fun summery vibes I hoped to embrace the story in, happy reading! mwah <3!!

The first time you saw him you thought he was a daydream, sun bright and shiny–a made up boy for a lazy sunday afternoon. He came with golden hour, everything orange and yellow and the floral july smell was creeping around you. At twelve, you’d never seen a boy so sure of himself or so kind. Usually, the boys at school were listlessly mean or energetically cruel–ever patient in their mission to bother you. But here was Felix, funny and sweet and asking to be your friend.

The summer passed in oceanfront days and popsicle covered nights, pop songs on the radio as you talked from the backseat. Goofy and glamorous months spent together as you awaited Fall. You remember those days like the lines of your palm, linen sheets wrapped around your bodies as you told scary stories and held each other to ward off nightmares. Some days, going to bed with the sun still high in the sky–naps on the beach with his head on your tummy.

Felix’s sister’s hands in yours while you played ring around the rosie, giggles loud when you let go. The little girl’s voices as they yelled they all fall down! And Felix's own little voice asking if you were all okay, always worried about skinned knees and chipped nail polish. Childhood flashed with bandaid kisses and sandy shoes, freckled skin and ocean covered giggles.

You’d never forget when you realized he was beautiful–stepping out of the ocean like Aphrodite herself, a boy born from sunshine and seafoam. His wide eyes were crinkled with sun, surely adding more stars to his golden skin, and he was smiling. Smiling at you of all things, bright and incandescent Felix grinning at you like the happiest man on earth.

You think of that boy now as he sits next to you, watching the movie with an almost exaggerated delight. Taking in the action and the humor like someone just shown technicolor after a life of black and white. He’s grown up so much, grown up and away from you as you’ve gotten older. Those summer nights are just an origin story for who he is now, a big bright star like you always knew him to be.

As his very first fan, you always saw in him this man he could become, but sometimes under the cover of midnight you selfishly wished you could have kept him to yourself. He was always just yours; until he wasn’t… Always your north star, leading you on your journey since you were just a little thing, and now he’s that to thousands of people–none of them knowing he was yours first.

If you told him this he’d giggle up a storm and tell you he was still yours, but he wasn’t, not really… not in the way you wanted him to be. How could you tell him you loved him when in an instant he became bigger than you or any childhood wish.

“Silly, why aren’t you watching the movie? It’s the best part!” eyes gleaming and mouth pouty, Felix looks so pretty in the tv light, “I know we’ve seen this one like a billion times, but that doesn’t mean you can’t pay attention.” He huffs, undeniably pretending to be annoyed with you. He can’t really, couldn’t even if he wanted to. You’re just so dear to him, one half of his heart, and he could never attribute any negative feeling to you, even if you deserved it.

When he came home and saw you, more grown up and more beautiful than his phone screen allowed, he couldn’t believe he ever left you. He was so excited to watch your movie together, and while Ponyo had lost the astonishment of childhood, it still held its charm. The film was the background of so many childhood memories–putting it on after midnight nightmares or days spent sick in bed; children versions of you wrapped up and watching every sleepover.

It was silly, he had you there right next to him, but he still missed you until the movie was on, and here you were not watching it.

“Sorry, Lix, I just can’t believe you’re actually here.” your voice trembles a little, hiding the true emotions and fear that he’ll find you out. He would never stop being your friend just because you had a little crush on him, could never abandon you for something so little as a flutter in your tummy. But this wasn’t just a crush or a flutter, this was a stampede. You’d been in love with him for so long now, kept it hidden away in teenage diaries and grown up journals. A secret between you and the moon. You could never be sure how he’d take it, that for years now you’d been cowardly and afraid of him, a boy so brave he conquered his dreams.

“Well, believe it baby! And watch the movie… or else…” He said it in a funny voice, and even though you knew he meant well, the pet name pushed an ugly feeling in your gut.

Quietly and painfully you looked back to the screen, avoiding the way you can feel his body breathe next to you. For so long you missed this, the knowledge that your best friend was next to you, but now you think he should go home. Back to Seoul where he doesn’t hurt you by being him, sunshiney and starlit him. “Hey, seriously, are you okay? Where’d you go?” Felix is genuinely worried now, a sinister feeling arising in his chest that you’re not okay, and that it’s because of him.

Sure, he’s been gone a lot the last couple of years, but he never forgot the way your eyes got misty before you cried. He grew up alongside you, nursed bloody knuckles and broken hearts and he could feel when you were sad–knew like the back of his hand when you were devastated and hiding it, but was this just because you missed him?

“I’m fine, star boy, I just always get a little sad when I watch Ponyo. You remember don’t you? The way I would cry and cry when Sasuke promises to love and take care of her?” you mutter, softly without any conviction, and while the boy knows this to be true, he can’t help but notice your fidgety hands and the way you won’t look at him.

You’re so worried, crushed beyond belief that one night home and he’ll figure you out. You could never keep a secret from him, running to tell him as soon as someone told you a whisper of hidden truth. Since you were twelve you told him all your innerworkings and private feelings, all but this one. It was easy when he was gone, easy to train your voice to sound happy over the phone, but you couldn’t hide anything with his eyes so close to you.

Shoulder to shoulder you sat on the sofa you grew up on, right in this position with this beautiful boy. Watching this movie at 12 and 15, holding hands to ward against scary movie monsters. You couldn’t keep this secret here.

“You’re a shitty liar, Y/n, is it some boy? Do I have to defend your honor?” it was so silly to him, you were so silly. How could he think any other boy mattered to you but him? Him with his golden hair and bright eyes, star studded cheeks smiling at you in the sunshine.

You would never forgive yourself for that day on the beach. The day he became more than Felix, your best friend. You used to gag when your parents teased you about him, winced when one of your girls would say you looked cute together, and then all it took was the sun hitting him just right.

You would never forgive yourself for this night either, you had to tell him. Had to make sure he knew it didn’t matter if he couldn’t feel the same. Who were you other than his friend? He was an angel and you were just someone he knew before he ascended.

“Yeah, I guess. Some boy who I just can’t get out of my head.”

“Oh, my silly sweetheart, is he devastatingly handsome.” he was giggling, the way he always did when you brought up boys to him, like it was ridiculous you would think a boy was cute.

“I think so, he’s handsome and sweet, and I’ve never known anyone like him.”

“This sounds intense, Y/nie, you must really like him…”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

You can’t help but notice his body language shifting, turning inward and hesitant. His voice got quieter too, shifting back into his normal voice. You wonder if you transferred some of your fear to him, then dismiss the thought–your Felix has always been brave.

The movie still plays, little kid voices filling the otherwise silent room. The picture can be seen in his eyes, lighting the dark with bright oranges and blues. They're looking at you, and some tiny part of you can tell he seems sad. That piece of you that always knows how he’s feeling; attuned even when he’s in South Korea and you feel with all parts of you that you need to send a message to cheer him up.

You feel that now, and reach out to take his hand, calloused and warm in yours.

You stay like that for a while, finishing the film hand in hand like you did when you were both still small. Until finally, he asks so quietly you can barely hear him,

“Do you like him more than me?”

Shocked, you can’t help but let out a surprised laugh, which stuns Felix enough to pull his hand from yours–rubbing with his other hand where yours touched. He’s hurting, and you’re laughing at him, and this is enough to pull all of his bravery into you. Deep breathe in and out until you are sure every ounce of courage he’s ever had is running through your veins. You need to tell him, and even if he never speaks to you again, it's better than if he never knew he spins your whole world around.

“Oh my god, Felix, it is you.” it comes out in a breath, faster than you’ve ever said anything and more relieving than any sentence you’ve rattled out before. The tears you’ve been fighting off all night come tumbling down, cascading over your cheeks with reckless abandon into your shaky hands. He’s silent for so long, barely even moving from his place next to you. The only indication he’s still hear the shaky breaths he’s releasing, and still you don’t look at him.

You’re waiting for him to leave, to walk out the door and go home, waiting for him to walk out of your life and back into his place in the sky, when finally you feel his hand on your wrist. His hold is so delicate, nervous as he moves your hands from your face and can finally see your eyes. Eyes sad and exhausted and so familiar to him, even through the tears their lovely–a reminder of home and unconditional love, and growing up. He can’t believe you would like him, Him with all his idiosyncrasies and softheartedness, you were so beautiful and so strong and you liked him. Thought he was handsome and sweet, you’d never known anyone like him…

How long could this have been going on, how could he have been living never knowing you felt this way? Never knowing he felt it too, not just butterflies in his belly, but falcons, wings so strong and so big they started hurricanes.

He looked at you like he always did, like you were the most important thing in the room. Eyes on yours and a smile of disbelief rising on his face. Slowly, without any reservations he brought his forehead to yours, looking down at you in all your snotty glory and lifting a hand to swipe at the falling tears. His voice is a whisper, deep and familiar, the same voice he used to tell stories and secrets,

“It’s me? You promise?”

“It’s always been you, Felix, how could it be anyone else?”

He shudders, the hand sitting atop your cheek bone falling to your neck before he moves closer, settling his lips next to yours. Eyes lifting in a silent question, is this okay? With a nod and a close of your eyes he’s leaning in, moving to kiss you with all the desperation the moment requires. His tongue wiping up all the fallen tears as his lips moved with yours–when you were children he always kissed your wounds better, sweet pecks over bandaids and foreheads, and here he was now fixing up a broken heart–putting it back together.

When he comes back up for air his eyes settle over your frame, flushed and hair messy from his hands, and he smiles. He’s loved you since he was a boy, since you asked to build that sand castle, 12 years old and braver than anyone he’s ever known. He’s loved you through teenage tantrums and silly crushes, it’s always been you.

“We’ve been so silly, sweetheart.” he finally gets out, laughing at the impossibility of it all. The one secret you kept from each other being the same. Like always, exactly on the same page–telling the same story over and over again until you met in the middle. “When did you know? When did you know you loved me?”

He’s so happy, you can feel it in the way he’s holding you, in the way his hands haven’t left your skin since they arrived. You can’t believe it, this beautiful boy is holding you.

“That day you told me you were gonna audition… you came from the sea smiling and covered in sunshine, and I saw you for the first time–larger than life, my dream.”

His eyes closed, and then he laughed. A great big wonderful laugh that took him away from you, falling onto his back with happy tears streaming. It was such a lovely sound you couldn’t help but join in, giggling with him even if you didn’t know why.

When he finally speaks again his voice is still twinged with laughter, breathless and happy when he says, “You were so late” pausing to laugh, “I loved you since we were 12, you were covered in sand and I was in love.”

You move to him quickly, settling your body on top of his as gently as you could manage, and you take in his happy face. This is what he looks like in love, not any different than he’s ever looked, but the shock of it–the fact that it’s you who he loves and is loved in return makes you want to cry again.

This is where home is, here in his arms with your movie playing, smiling at each other in awe. There's so many moments you can share with him now, moments you shared with the moon and shooting stars, things you never thought you could tell him. Days and weeks holding a secret that he carried too. How silly you’ve both been, to deny what everyone has told you since you were children–two humans made for each other, sculpted out of the same sand. Lives entwined since that day on the beach when you asked him to build a sandcastle, how funny looking back, that you never did.

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vacayisland · 5 months

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@!; Christmas Time at Vacay Island Spruce (Bruce) / Reader

"Summary"! What I think Christmas time with Bruce and your little family is like! <3 (there's not enough content for him.) (Also I love Brandy with all my heart, but we're going to pretend that Bruce and her are just co-owners in Vacay Island. She's literally so sweet though) "Tag"! Fluff, fluff, fluff, FLUFF!!

@!; Being parents of 5 little Trolls and two on the way can be rather taxing during the holiday seasons. With Halloween costumes and makeshift trick-or-treating at the hotel, Thanksgiving at your parents place, and then finally Christmas! You loved the Holidays, more so now with your family. And Bruce.. oh Bruce. In short, Bruce went wild during the Holidays. Sure, this was a summer Vacay resort and it was basically summer all year around, yet that has never stopped him from going buck wild during the holiday season. "Hey, Honey?" Bruce called from the back of the reception desk, looking through the closet in the office to find the Christmas decorations. Though despite knowing how much he was struggling at the moment, you couldn't help but be a little goofy. "Yes Dear?" You asked, acting clueless to why Bruce could possibly be calling you at this moment. And you could hear his chuckle from the back, which he tried to stifle but failed to. "What did you do to the Christmas decorations?" "What's Christmas?" You tried to stifle your own laughter, turning just in time to see Bruce poking his head out from the back with the most exaggerated shocked look, like I had uttered some sort of curse on our first born children! "Did you throw out the Christmas decorations?!" "What?? Of course not! They're in the back, probably behind all the summer decorations you oh-so-love to take out seasonally despite us being literally beach side!" The snicker was all Bruce needed to see to know that he had completely over looked the box that the decertations were in. An his quirky, slightly nervous smile back was all you needed to know what that he overlooked them. "Thanks Babe!" And he disappeared back into storage room that that smile you oh so love.

@!; Christmas with Bruce is nothing short but magical, and a little goofy. You stood in the kitchen of the little suite Bruce and you lived in on-property, baking chocolate chip cookies with one of your girls, Lyre, as the rest had flocked to help dad with the tree; putting up all the lights and ornaments, garlands and stocking. It was a warming sight to watch while you whipped up the cookie batter, hugging your young one to your side. "Papa! Where does this one go?" Your youngest, Aspen, bombarded Bruce with the largest grin, his two front teeth missing. In the background, your eldest, Holly, was helping the second youngest, Colt, place an ornament in the middle of the tree. Bruce held a box of the more special ornaments, "Where ever you want sport!" He would exclaim before shifting the box in his hands and quickly ruffled Aspen's hair; in which Aspen took his words as a sign to literally place the ornament anywhere. He reached up for Bruce, "Come down!" He would giggle and receiving a playfully suspicious look from your husband as he leaned down. You could tell by the look in his eyes he knew what Aspen was going to do, hook the ornament (which thankfully didn't have a hook, yet rather a silk ribbon) around Bruce's ear. "There! Now you look more- uh-" Aspen failed on his words, so he simply preformed little jazzy hands and gestured to the 9ft tree nearby. "Christmassy? or rather incredibly handsome?" You laughed as Bruce played along with Aspen, failing to notice your second eldest, Dolly, grabbing one of the special ornaments from right under his nose; swiping it like a little thief and giggling as she ran off with it. The giggles were the only thing that alerted Bruce of the thievery, in which he was quick to place the special box down before rushing after the little thief. Playing a little game of catch around the apartment, slowing down and speeding up, looping around the rooms and peaking in and out from behind walls, playing ring around the table and couch. It was defiantly a sight to see. Lyre couldn't help but giggle, watching her older sister being chased by her father, "Run! Run, Sissy!" She clapped and cheered as you bounced her up, so she wouldn't slide off your hip, and slid the bowl of cookie dough off the mixer; turning to grab the chocolate chips. "Hey, hey! You're meant to be cheering for me!" Bruce playfully pointed at Lyre as he 'ran' (more like jogged) past the kitchen after Dolly. Lyre let burst out in giggles, playfully kicking her feet. "That better not be the ornament my parents gave me Bruce!" You shouted after your husband, measuring out a cup of chocolate chips before you poured it into the bowl. "Don't worry I got this, Honey!" "Or the own from our anniversary." A small snicker as you poured the cup of chocolate chips into the batter, sliding the bowl back into the mixer and turning it back on. "It's not!" But you heard Bruce's whisper next, "Dolly come here your going to get me killed!" "Bruce!" Your playful shout towards your husband as Dolly squealed in laughter, having finally been caught by Bruce, caused Aspen, Holly, Colt, and Lyre to burst out in laughter. They then let out playful "ooo"s and "Daddy is in troouble!", before giggling louder. Bruce let out a small huff, smiling as he walked back into the room; Dolly under one of his arms, she was wiggling and struggling to break free but giggling nonetheless. In the other he carried an all too familiar ornament, which caused you to place a hand on your hip and give your husband an all too knowing look. He choose to ignore it, but you knew he saw it. "Don't worry kids, dad as saved the day." Bruce held up the ornament, which (thankfully) wasn't cracked or broken.

He carefully placed it back into the box, cushioning it so it would be protected until it was hung up. He let out a dramatic 'phew!' and wiped his forehead. Dolly giggled and finally managed to pop herself out of Bruce's hold, rushing over to help her other three siblings decorate the tree. "Those cookies are smelling lovely, honey!" Bruce called as he picked up a box of regular ornaments, a cheeky smile spread across his cheeks. "Uh-huh, thank you, Love." You knew he was trying to change the topic and get his ass out of hot water. You didn't know why, you weren't even mad at him in the first place! But god did you love your husband and all his goofiness.

@!; Christmas with Bruce is staying up late watching movies with the kids, putting them to bed, then staying up later listening to festive music and wrapping gifts. It was a tradition you both started when you started dating; keeping presents away from each other until the last minute. You would hid at different sides of the couch or counter, playing festive music, and wrapping presents to give each other. Now you could sit side by side, watching as Bruce struggled to fold paper over a cylinder as you wrapped up a box with ease; sliding it off to the side, meeting the pile of already completed gifts. "Having trouble there, Dear?" You would tease as you reached over him, purposefully being obnoxious, as you reached for another present to wrap. Bruce tried dodging your arms, ducking to look down at the cylinder below him with this oh-so-serious look on his face. You couldn't help but laugh softly at him as you rolled out the wrapping paper, placing the box on top to measure how much you would need. "This would be easier without you next to me. Your beauty is oh-so-distracting while trying to wrap this cylinder." Bruce flirted, glancing up at you with the most mischievous eyes as a grin pairing it grew on his lips. You pointed a finger at him, a silent warning to not start with his little shenanigans. You guys had so many presents to wrap! But Bruce had a mind of his own, a mind that you both loved and cursed at times. Rolling your eyes, you turned away from Bruce as he began to wiggle his eyebrows at you. "Do not try and get out of your task with flirting, Bruce! You said you could handle the cylinder and you're going to wrap that cylinder-" But the protests didn't matter much when Bruce had made up his mind, and had already cupped your cheeks and brought your face to his. He littered your face with so many kisses that it began to tickle. "Bruce! Bruce stop!-" You giggled and cackled, trying to shove Bruce away with the brightest smile. But it was to no use, before you knew it Bruce had you both laying on the ground as he continued to attack and pepper your face with kisses. He wouldn't stop until your laughter was wheezy and airy and you were smacking him on the shoulder, not being able to breath due to how hard you had been laughing. Even when he stopped, you still couldn't help but laugh and he was quick to use your weakness to scoop you up into cuddles; though he also couldn't help but laugh with you at the silliness of what he had just done. Even if he had peppered all those kisses on your face with all the love he had for you. Every single one of them was very serious in meaning! You both laughed and giggled and wheezed until you couldn't anymore. And even then, while enjoying being in your husband's arms, you playfully smacked his shoulder and drew away; giving him a square look with a playful smirk, knowing he was just trying to bribe you to get out of wrapping gifts. "You're so evil!" You whispered to him, exaggerating your words a little; causing him to snicker and snort. "Oh says the one who handed me a cylinder to wrap!" He would cock up an eyebrow. "Well you said you could handle it!" "Honey, you know I was just trying to impress you." Bruce grinned and you stared at him for a moment before shaking your head; knowing he was being serious about that. "Oh yes, because wrapping a cylinder would make you so attractive in my eyes and impress me so much." Your voice dripped with sarcasm. Bruce didn't care! He peppered another kiss on your forehead, "See? I knew you would understand it, Honey! You know what? This is exactly why I married you-" "Alright up, up, lover boy! We have to finish these presents before the sun rises unless you want to deal with rowdy kids on zero sleep and a bunch of hot coco!"

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iridescentdove · 4 months

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Helloo, I was thinking about a scenario with Nikolai and a twin sister reader who’s similar to Lynette if it’s possible. Tyy 💕

Nikolai Gogol x Lynette! Reader

Hello anon! I'm back ... again. I'm an on and off person in this app at this point lmfao. By the way, requests are closed for now everyone! But you can still ask me questions and other stuff. Let's start.

Lyney is a more reserved girl. She rarely talks to others out of her own accord, letting Lyney (in this case Nikolai) do the talking for her, and dissuades essentially any attempt to speak with her by saying bizarre responses. Whenever she needs to talk, she speaks briefly and frankly.

NIKOLAI GOGOL:

Both of you are literally the polar opposites, it's kinda funny. Nikolai is that one fun dude at parties and you're just the one sitting in the corner watching him like 🗿

Nikolai: dumb bitch

You: dumb bitch's caretaker and sister unfortunately but whatever

Honestly he's not annoying, he's actually just cheerful around you and loves to hang around you. He's one of those rare actual good big brothers! <3

Often you're very reserved and prefer to keep to yourself, so he does most of the talking.

He doesn't let you see Fyodor, or even breathe in his direction. We all know why. And i'm pretty sure even Nikolai is sane enough to know he won't let anything happen to you. You're his precious little dove, aren't you?

People find you two a fun duo ngl

Like, you're also his assistant when he does magic and you both are unintentionally goofy as hell.

It's not even a coincidence at this point, I can totally see this guy being Lyney. Imagine he's just being down bad for Fyodor and you have to drag him away like "not again bitch"

He fr needs to chill. Like we know you want to kill him but tf that light skin stare for 🤨

I'd like to think that both of you take the time out of your day to have some fun together. Given BSD is just death, death and more death.

I totally headcanon Nikolai to love amusement parks.

He cannot stop trolling. The moment you're not looking he's out here making children CRY

You have to drag him away to stop him from getting kicked out or something.

Nikolai isn't overprotective, but he's not chill either. I'd like to believe that he trusts you, but at some point if someone even so much as looked at you weird–

They'll be in the seventh circle of hell pretty quick.

He honestly loves how chill and seemingly reserved you are, the fact you're so patient with him, he appreciates a lot.

But will be very dramatic when it comes to showing love to you. Come on now, he's a clown. what did u expect

"My dear sister says she is on her period. I am too. It's uterUS." "That doesn't mean you can wear my PADS"

... 😐

Okay nevermind, sometimes he does get overbearing. But you guys are the perfect siblings anyway.

Sorry if I couldn't do a scenario, I had no idea what to do. Writers' block still has me.

#nikolai x y/n #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #decay of angels #doa x reader #nikolai gogol #genshin #lynette

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danineedshelp · 3 months

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Squeaky Toy

Charlie: Hey Dad?

Lucifer: yeah?

Charlie: If I squeezed your sides very softly would you squeak like a rubber duck?

Lucifer: *slightly blushing Lucifer* uh....I don't know

Charlie: Oooh can we find out?! *Very excited demon girl*

Lucifer: Heh Charlie dear I don't think that a good id-

Charlie: *squishes her father sides*

Lucifer: *rubber ducky noise* ehehehe char*goofy choked giggle* charliehehehe!

Charlie: awwh you do that's adorable!

Lucifer: Nohoho its not ehehehe let go!

Charlie: *wiggles her fingers on his side* awwh but this is the first time I've heard you giggle like a 5 yo.

Lucifer:*rubber ducky noise* hehehe charliehehe stap!

Charlie: I'm sorry dad but I must continue..

And so she did not granting her Dad any mercy until about 3 minutes passed but the after sight was adorable there was a curled up blushy lucifer sitting in her lap(bro so small that he looks like a big kitty sitting in his daughter's lap)

Okay I'm done I'm cheesy and I'm already working on a lee!lucifer comic lol it will probably come out tomorrow though

I'm bored as fuck

#sfw tickling community #tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickling #lee!lucifer #ler!charlie #help #lol

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annymation · 4 months

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🎶Wish Away- the villains song

Magnifico and Amaya's villain duet for my Wish rewrite

So... I was in a silly goofy mood, searching for inspiration to make the Magnifico and Amaya's villain duet for my rewrite.

And what do you know, I came across a deleted song from EQUESTRIA GIRLS 3, YEAH, EQUESTRIA GIRLS, and that inspired me the most... Like, I found exactly what I was looking for, and adapted the song to fit my vision.

The song that inspired me was "Free the Magic (Demo)" and it has the exact kind of tempo and style I think are fitting for two manipulative monarchs, very sophisticated and classy but also hiding a lot of malice.

I may or may not change the lyrics as time goes on, but so far here's what I got:

So first things first, here’s the deleted Equestria Girls song that inspired me. Give it a listen first or while you read the lyrics so you can get a feel for the rhythm and feel of the song. Although in my version the very last verse would play differently, sounding a lot more intense.

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If this was a Disney song tho it would obviously have more instruments than just a piano, which could really elevate it, I imagine there could be different kinds of instruments depending on who's singing.

Also, so you can better picture the scenery. Magnifico and Amaya are trying to convince Asha to give away her wish instead of just working hard to get it by herself.

They take her to that room we saw during “This Is The Thanks I Get” in the movie, with the miniature model of the kingdom and the lil dolls.

The dolls will serve as the backup singers, as Magnifico uses his magic to give them life.

The rooms is mostly dark, and the king and queen start out very gentle with Asha but their demeanor becomes more aggressive as the song progresses.

Lyrics in green- King Magnifico 🫧

Lyrics in blue- Queen Amaya 👑

Lyrics in bold white- little puppets from Magnifico’s model 🎎

Lyrics in purple- Asha ✨

Wish Away

You've been an outcast in this land

For far too long

It's time you show to them

That Rosa's where you belong

There's a wish in you

That just cannot wait to soar

So tell us, Asha

What do you wish for?

THINK!

But before you answer

Look around and just see where you're from

From a kingdom with no sadness, no pain nor dismay

And it's all because they

Wished away

(aah-ah, aah-ah, aah-ah)

MAY!

I give a suggestion?

What you lack might be just

Some self reflection

You don't know who you are

So how could you ever go as far

To know what's your purpose in life?

(aah-ah, aah-ah, aah-ah)

Strife and hard work is fine, dear

But it's oh, so much easier

If you give me that wish of yours

Think just how far you'll go

Once that wish is mine-

I mean ours! I mean yours

hehehe

And what about your future?

Will it be just some doodles, my dear?

There's much more you can achieve (thanks to me)

So forget with no-

Forget with no regret

I don't know what I want, I've never knew

Too many pains to count, so much I've been through

But I know a wish will be for me to grant

So thanks for offering, but, I need no enchant

Little one, I don't think you comprehend

(Your wish will be the king’s command)

With my magic I can make all that pain

end

(You can be one of us)

If you let us help you

Just wait and see

(You should be pleased)

I have a hunch this wish

Shall set you free

(free, free, free)

Is this really the hill I'll die on?

(Wish a-way, wish a-way)

There's no hope for you

No stars to wish upon

(Wish a-way, wish a-way)

Should I give up on my integrity?

(Give it all away, You cannot get away)

I'm the ONLY ONE

Who'll end your MISERY

SO COME ON! WISH AWAY!

SO YOU MAY FIND YOUR WAY-

OKAY!

… Okay?

… okay … I have a wish …

Thank You For Reading!

#disney wish #wish #wish 2023 #wish asha #wish disney #wish movie #wish rewrite #king magnifico #queen amaya #song rewrite #demo song #equestria girls #wish reimagined #I scare myself with the lengths that my hyper fixations go sometimes

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lefresne · 2 months

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Hi! Sorry for the silly questions but i would like to ask you ,what are yoy fave relationships in Arthuriana and wht^ (romantic ,platonic ,bitter enemies ,familial etch)

Have a Good day !

Hi what a fun and delightful question !! Honestly if it’s done well I can pretty much get behind anything but I do have a few relationships that really make me go crazy in the best way:

Arthur and Morgan: people who don’t understand why a woman who seemed hellbent on destroying Arthur might also be the one to comfort him as he dies just. don’t get it. Like that’s her baby brother!!!you can spend your life scheming against him and coming up with silly goofy plans to undermine him but at the end of the day that is your baby brother. When Malory has her say « dear brother why have you tarried so long away from me? » HELP???

Morgan and Guinevere: just. Fascinating relationship. In the vulgate cycle Morgan starts to suspect that Guinevere is having an affair with lancelot when she spots his ring because Morgan has the SAME RING (with minor differences) and it was also a gift from Guinevere. I’m speechless. these monks really said that morgan and guinevere exchanged love tokens at one point. « We were girls together » or however it goes. like. so true. they were girls together!!!

Gawain and Guinevere: Camelot mean girls. Agents of chaos. Having little parties and gossiping. Guinevere riding out alone to meet him in the knight of the two swords and embracing him and covering his face with kisses because she is so happy to see him…thats (platonic) love baybee!

Gawain and Lancelot: i believe they loved each other. Like I really do. I’d go as far as to call them soulmates but in a sort of fundamental way I can’t quite explain. Gawain wants to be a woman so he can be with lancelot! Gawain asks Lancelot to kill him! Gawain is DEVOTED to that man. Very compelling.

Lancelot and Guinevere: fascinated by all iterations of their relationship. It’s so complex and interesting. Like the power dynamic is so rich, especially when you think of Lancelot’s ambiguous relationship with gender. They do love each other, even when it’s difficult and it looks like they don’t. Their final parting in Malory is SO painful to read.

I think what these all have in common is that they make me reflect on the nature of love and how complicated and interesting love is, in all its forms!

Thank you for your question <3 and if anyone want to tell me all about their fave arthurian relationships they can <3

(Edit: I also forgot to put Perceval and his mother on the list!! I am obsessed with them)

#asks #also I’m sure there are more these are just the ones off the top of my head :)

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the-roo-too · 10 months

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do you write for blackpink? if you do then can i request for jennie fluff alphabet ❤️🫰🏻- 🌸

i write for nmixx, nwjns and le sserafim, tho i can take requests for other girl groups! if i’m familiar with the idol, they’ll be put under the ‘others’ part of my masterlist :D

just like the jimin fic

candy -> jennie ruby jane ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- being with someone like jennie in the industry like this is hard, so she definitely admires the fact that you still decided to stick with her! waking up with you in her arms just makes her go all soft :((

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- your neck 👹 for neck kisses ofc, very affectionate 🥸

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- jennie really likes cuddling when one of you is sitting on the other’s lap 🤭 it just feels so secure and private yk?

dates (what’s her ideal date)- deffo a secured place, maybe a picnic somewhere? jennie prefers domestic dates 😌

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- she feels like you’re the one person who won’t ever judge her, so she expresses what she feels always, be it verbally or just by her behaviour 🧍‍♀️

family (does she want one)- definitely does, but not right now, not while she’s a big public person 🥶 jennie will probably want to have a lil family with you in a couple years time tho! 🫶

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yesss 🤭 i’ll talk about it later, but holding hands makes her feel calm! 🤝

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- ma girl jennie goes l i v i d 👹 she will burn the cause of your pain with her bare hands, im not even joking

jokes (does she like to joke around)- a bit? it’s normal for her to be slightly playful, but jennie isn’t the type to tease you all day or something. she’s just chill

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- i already mentioned that, but neck kisses! loves them like 🤭🤭 they are very soft tho, it’s not a sexual thing, just casually planting a lil smooch on the side of your neck <33

love (what’s her love language)- jennie is filthy rich, her love language is definitely gift giving! you could wake up on a random day and there’s just a very expensive bag or new perfumes sitting on your nightstand with a little note ‘thought this was cute, have a good day love!’

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- sneaking out to get snacks at 3 am 🤭 it was during your movie night on your 6 months anniversary and the memory is just very dear to her <33

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- it’s not about sleeping directly, but jennie is big on skincare routines before bed! she posts cute photos of you two wearing face moisturising masks on her secret spam account

oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- acting like a grownup one second and then using baby voice on you is pretty quirky 💔

pet names (what does she like to call you)- i’m sorry but she isn’t creative in that field 💀 ‘love’, ‘honey’ yk the usual ones. not really anything out of ordinary

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- jennie LOVES to spill to you all the tea she has on famous people 😭 that’s her favourite part time activity tbh

rush (does she rush into things)- absolutely not, jennie has everything planned out with you. dates, outings with friends, she likes to keep things under control

secrets (how open is she with you)- in her field of work, she needs to keep some stuff to herself. i feel like jennie doesn’t like not being honest to you, so she tries to avoid topics she can’t talk about

time (how long did it take for her to confess)- 3 moths 🥶 she was scared you wouldn’t like her back! who wouldn’t like her back tho but she took you on a cute lil friendly date to the park and very shyly confessed her luv for you :((

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she does that goofy baby voice idk if you know what i’m talking about 😭 but jennie like coaxes out of you what’s wrong :((

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- i’m sorry but yes 😭 we’re talking about jennie, there’s a 50/50 chance the public would skin you both for existing so 💔 she’s actually more scared that people would attack you if the two of you did actually come out :((

warrior (how often do you fight)- jennie is a busy person and while you don’t fight too often, it does annoy you when she misses a date or comes home late and just lays down in bed. you’re very understating tho :(( so even if a argument does appear, you quickly try to resolve it

x-ray (is she able to read you)- let’s be honest, jennie knows you better than you know yourself. she knows all your needs and can read your emotions pretty well, she’s a true one 💪

yes (how would she propose to you)- balloons everywhere, lights! both your families are present, your friends, a suspiciously expensive photographer and all that stuff. when jennie does propose to you, she does it in the flashiest way possible 😌✨

zen (what makes her feel calm)- holding hands 🤭 it kinda grounds her, reminds her you’re there with her and she’s not alone! <3

part of [the fluff series]

#jennie #jennie kim #jennie ruby jane #jennie x reader #jennie kim x reader #jennie ruby jane x reader #blackpink #blackpink x reader #lisa #jisoo #rosé

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HI HI HI HI! I just wanted to ask if you could do a Nagumo fic where he falls in love with reader after they took down someone twice their size with their ridiculous strength. And literally just punched the guy out of fear, they were in a mission with Sakamoto and Rion too but reader got ambushed if that makes sense😪 BASICALLY THAT MITSURI SCENE WHERE SHE'S FIGHTING THAT UPPER MOON AND SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF THE DRAGON TREE THING if you can't do it it's ok thank you for your time :33

scaredy-cat / nagumo

ngl i never expected anyone to actually put smthing in my inbox but thank you!! dear anon!! not the proudest of this fic but i think its a little goofy. sakadays is a fandom where i dont think about a lot but i love nagumo my baby girl!!! also there's not a lot of romantic things in here? i kind of rushed this fic TT also the reader's personality is more like kobeni than mitsuris because i never had really watched demon slayer that much lel i hope you enjoy it :3 xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

wc: 1036

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff-ish, not much romantic intent but use ur imagination ^_^ xanax mentioned.

you were about to piss your pants.

your palms were sweaty as you cradled the sheathed sword between your hands. your head was down as you looked at the ground.

you were in a car with rion, nagumo, and taro. rion was bickering with nagumo in the front seat while taro was sitting quietly in the back with you. taro, being more observant than everyone else, sensed that you were nervous. well, you were always nervous…but he could tell it was more than being nervous. extreme anxiety perhaps.

“...is everything okay on your end?” he asks. you nod, not being able to form a sentence properly. you were scared out of your wits.

you were dragged by rion to join her and her crew (nagumo and taro) to a mission that you really, really, REALLY, didn’t want to go on. she bribed you with a pizza bun. out of everything. this trip was not worth a convenience store pizza bun. but you went because rion liked you and was very much your only friend. the other two however, you didn’t know that much except for rumors and whatnot floating around them. taro, was a man of few words. he wasn’t as emotionally interactive but he was kind to you so you didn’t mind. nagumo was an undoubtedly attractive tall man with dark hair and eyes. you only recognize him because he’s a classmate in one of your classes that he only shows up once a month in. you always let him borrow a pen or any weapon on you, and he was very talkative towards you. you had a feeling that he was observing you in class but you didn’t really pay mind to it. he was an assassin–a great assassin, so maybe that feeling was normal. if he weren’t an assassin, he’d make a great model or even an idol. you’d definitely be one of his fans. you were a sucker for pretty men.

the car swerves to a stop while everyone goes silent (well, taro was always silent anyway).

“we’re being followed,” rion quietly announces.

you look cautiously behind you. you could sense a presence even though you didn’t visibly see anyone. you grip your sword even harder, you could feel a pool of sweat forming. rion sighs and pulls out a hidden pistol under her shirt. nagumo pulls out an swiss knife while taro face hardens as he looks behind him.

“exit slowly,” taro says to no one in particular.

the four of you exit slowly, before any of you could react in time a gust of wind was felt. everyone turned around too late and everyone was thrown in different directions. except for you. for some reason. you were about to seriously throw up.

“you fell into my trap,” the perpetrator sneers.

you turn around to see…the convenience store man?! you recall the time seeing this huge burly man as you were clumsily knocking everything over before ruining his display of various snacks on the counter. to be fair you were high on caffeine from an all-nighter. you also remember his face when you knocked them down, he looked astonished and angry that you almost wanted to become his employee to pay him back. but you fled out of fear that you would piss him off even more.

yeah, you were going to piss your pants.

luckily, rion swoops you out of the way before the convenience store man striked you.

“i’m really sorry about this, i never knew that this guy had a grudge on you,” she grimaces while pulling you up as she thrown both of you into the tunnel wall. “um…i’ll treat you, again, sorry.” you felt bad but before you could even accept her apology, she grins mischievously. “at least i got you out of your dorm for billions of years!” you retract your acceptance to her apology.

the man charges toward both of you before nagumo and taro block his way pulling out their respective weapons while rion pulls out her gun and shoots. as the three of them were distracted, another perpetrator behind you grabs you by the throat.

“watch out!” nagumo yells, noticing you while the others swivel back in time with his voice.

“sorry about this,” the monotone voice says. you turn just in time to see who was doing this to you, a woman with yellow eyes stares at you back. the janitor??? from the convenience store??? you were so, so, so, SO confused at this point. you didn’t inconvenience her (no pun intended) at all. possibly. who knows. it didn’t matter anymore anyway because you pulled out your sword and slashed her face because you were terrified. an automatic reflex that you had ever since you became an assassin.

the woman falls back in surprise and in shock as she looks up at you. a large gash on her face appears.

you were surprised too because you totally forgot you did that.

rion, nagumo, and taro were surprised (well only taro was because nagumo had a weird smile on his face while rion’s face was a mix between taro’s and nagumo’s expression).

the convince store man charges at you as the others were gawking at you, you even more terrified punch the shit out of the man with closed eyes.

he crashes upon the tunnel wall as the others look at him in amazement and amusement. nagumo was really staring at you now, intensely trying to make eye contact with you as you looked away from this whole thing while walking briskly to the car. you needed xanax.

the car ride back to the school was quiet, but you could tell that they were somehow telepathically talking about you. you shrink into the car seat. when the car is pulled to a stop and everyone gets out, you’re stopped by nagumo as the other two walk ahead of you. he smiles with closed eyes practically copying the “^_^” emote.

“that was amazing, i knew there was something more to you!” he pats your arm as you slightly flush. “see you around, [reader].”

you could feel your heart beat even faster than the time where you punched the shit out of that guy.

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 02.24.24 , do not repost or translate my content :^)

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tamtamandtim · 20 days

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Season 3 of Moominvalley (2019) Once again is banger after banger and has honestly become a show that I’ll definitely rewatch again!! (Especially since I now have someone to watch it with!!) P.S THIS IS PROBABLY GONNA BE A PART ONE BECAUSE IM ✨TIRED✨

To be honest I think Jack Rowan as the new voice of Moomintroll is honestly a pretty great choice, he sounds like he took time and grew into himself. With a nice hint of Moominpapa in his tonality (especially when being dramatic) but still is relatively soft spoken and mixes well with the rest of the cast.

God Episode 3 got me in the guts too, seriously what is it with this show and knowing just where to attack me. Little My’s struggle with feeling like one of the family, especially with her father figure is. Once again very relatable considering so when Moominpapa said he loved her, my heart warmed up so much because goddamn I wAnT tHaT…. And seeing the family growing closer together is always a delight!

Stinky going around saying ‘pinch, grab, take, steal’ over and over is so goofy and that Moominmama has/had a bad girl streak feels so appropriate for her. We love a badass, good mama.

I’m honestly shocked that Moomin didn’t immediately go to Snufkin when it came to taking toffle home p.s my partner literally was like

“ah there’s ya boyfriend” (he hasn’t fully watched the show he’s just watching with me now)

I was so hyped for the lonely mountain episode and honestly it was pretty darn great and fruity with just the right amount of pinning!!

“Your wetter than a fishes flannel”

Lil Ma’am w h a t. We lost our minds to that

Jesus Moomin found him so fast like I know Snufkin said where he was staying but like GODDMAN THERE WERE SO MANY MOUNTIANS. I also love how Snufkin immediately was like ‘alrighty let’s warm you up dear ^-^ ‘ and then immediately got overwhelmed. Once again completely understandable, especially since my partner had just moved in the week before we started watching it so we’re learning to co-exist and I’m so glad the Moomin parents were there to save the boys and the possible confession of Snufkin In which way? Who’s to say.

I’ve very much enjoyed this season and I’m super hype for what they have planned next!! I’ll probably post part two tomorrow sometime!! (Also how is this style of formatting?? Please let me know!!) but thank you very much for reading this!! Have a lovely day/night/time!!

#snufkin #moomins #little my #moominvalley #snufkin moomin #moomin valley #moomintroll #moominvalley 2019 #snufmin #moominmama #moominpapa #the moomins #springdove

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kaminocasey · 3 months

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Beauty and the Grump (Part 1)

Pairing: Roy x Reader

Summary: You run into one of the grumpiest men you've ever met and then when you think you don't ever have to see him again, boom. Life has a funny way of working out!

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst-ish? Drunk friends.

A/N: Everyone meet Roy from @highgroundanimations's Tukk Tales (Which we are all highly anticipating I'm sure and are patient as can be!) Jan has done something magnificent. He's given us new clones and therefore we must cherish them and hold them near and dear! Thank you, Jan for letting me write this! <3

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The cool nighttime Coruscant air hits you perfectly in the face as you exit 79s with your friends. It’s refreshing compared to the stale air inside, making your flushed cheeks finally cool down. It’s the first night you’ve had off in two weeks since you’d started your new med job with the GAR. You’d decided you were gonna let loose a little but ultimately decided the exhaustion in the morning wouldn’t be worth it.

You’re now officially a medic of the Grand Army of the Republic. Wow… All that hard work finally paid off.

“Oh! Sorry!” You trip over your feet, bumping into someone as they round the corner of the bar.

“Hey! Watch it!” The person yells, but still catches you anyway.

You look up, and are met with hard brown eyes and firm arms around your frame, holding you up right. Your hands find hard muscled arms and you can’t help the flush that creeps its way back into your cheeks.

“I’m really sorry.” You give him a sheepish, apologetic smile, admiring the way that the neon lighting casts a glow over his warm skin.

“Drunk idiots… I swear.” He stands you up straight and pulls away, shaking his head at you.

Okay, wow…

“I said I was sorry.” You tell him. “And I’m not drunk.”

He stops and turns toward you, eyeing you up and down. “Right.”

Your eyes widen with hurt. Normally, you try your best in not letting strangers hurt your feelings. But this man… this incredibly handsome man… who doesn’t even know you, seems to have you pegged as some ditsy drunk. Two things you’re not even remotely close to being…

“Whatever…” You try to will your tears back, but his eyebrows furrow quickly, obviously noticing them. “I said I was sorry. Have a good night.”

You just hope that he doesn’t notice the slight quiver of your lip as you turn away to catch up with your friends who are indeed drunk.

You wipe the tear that unfortunately escapes down your cheek and pull the sleeves of your jacket down over your hands, immediately appreciating the safe warm feeling after your embarrassing moment. Your friends didn’t even notice your run in with that jerk… or your absence. Oh well. The likeliness that you’ll see your friends again anytime soon is incredibly slim for the foreseeable future.

The GAR is well known to keep you busy. You were told today that you’d be with Hill Company from here on out, starting early tomorrow morning.

“I’m heading home.” You tell the girls.

“Alright! Be safe out there! Thanks for coming out with us tonight!” Your friend, Lili tells you, hugging you.

“And definitely find yourself a cute clone boyfriend!” Your other friend, Teia giggles.

You roll your eyes as you hug her goodbye. “I’ll see you guys in a few months.”

“Remember what I said!” Teia points at you as the cab door closes on her.

She starts pointing past you with a big goofy grin on her face, but you don’t have time to ask her what she’s pointing at, because you hear a low cough, indicating someone is behind you.

Turning around, you find the clone from earlier, the one you ran into. “Oh… you. Great. Come to berate me some more?”

“I… uh…” He looks visibly uncomfortable.

“What?” You cross your arms, confused.

“I just wanted to… apologize for my… rude behavior a moment ago.” He tells you, looking behind him.

You lean slightly to your left, following his gaze and find two other clones, grinning wildly at their friend. When they see you, they quickly turn around, pretending to look elsewhere. The one with the wavy hair keeps subtly glancing at you and the man in front of you.

“Right…” You stand up straighter, ignoring his buddies. “Well, forgiven. Have a good night.”

Starting to turn away, you hear his friends hollering at him to offer to buy you a drink, but you put your hand up, pausing him in his tracks.

“I don’t drink. Have a good night.” You quickly glare at his friends and then get in your speeder, closing the door behind you.

As you start the speeder up, you glance one last time at the man just standing there, staring at you with a slightly bewildered look on his face. He insulted you. There’s no reason to give him a chance, his friends were the ones forcing him to apologize. Why should you give him the time of day?

You surprisingly wake up before your alarm. Probably from the sheer excitement you’re feeling. You’re shipping out, finally. Your whole life, you’d been stuck here on Coruscant. But now… you actually get to go somewhere. Be something.

As you pull yourself out of bed, you start your caf pot and then hop in the shower. It’s good to enjoy it now, because you heard that the showers in the barracks weren’t as pleasant. So you let the water flow over you as you wash your hair and then your body, standing there for a few extra minutes.

When you get out, you look at the chrono on the fresher wall and realize you’re running two minutes behind.

“Kriff…” You groan as you quickly dry off and then your hair, throwing on your clothes as quickly as possible.

Good thing you double checked your pack last night. Everything is ready to go, and so are you.

The cab ride to base isn’t that long, thankfully. When you arrive, you quickly book it to your assigned gunship in the hangar, where they’re going through their checklist of soldiers, medics, and other staff.

You can’t help but look up in awe at the gunship that’s taking you to the Star Destroyer above the atmosphere, which you’re even more excited for. You’d only ever seen them in photos or on the news.

You hear your name behind you and when you turn, you find your former trainer. A clone medic named Fin, carrying a crate of medical supplies.

“Morning, Fin.” You smile.

“How’d you sleep?” He smiles back.

“Like a baby.” You reply, picking up a crate and following him to the storage area.

“Good. That probably won’t happen again for a while. Get yourself a last good shower too?” He teases.

“Sure did.” You chuckle.

You and Fin walk back down the ramp to grab the last two crates and you stop dead in your tracks, nearly dropping your crate when you look up and see the three clones from last night.

“Captain.” Fin nods, his hands full.

“Captain?” You ask, looking at the wavy haired clone with furrowed brows.

“Captain Tukk, ma’am.” Tukk winks.

Oh great…

The rude one from last night finally looks up from his data pad and stops dead in his own tracks as he stares at you, mouth slightly agape.

“This is Roy.” Tukk smirks, patting Roy on the back. “And Checklist.”

“Alright.” You smile, politely and then continue taking the last crate to the storage area with Fin.

What are the odds that the men from last night are a part of Hill Company? Of course that’s your luck. It doesn’t matter, though. You need to focus, be your usual chipper self and let last night roll off your back.

“I take it you already met our captain?” Fin chuckles.

“Ummm… not in so many words.” You rub your neck as you find a seat. “I ran into Roy last night on my way out of 79s. Quite literally ran into him. He was less than… pleasant.”

Fin lets out a laugh. “That’s Roy for ya. Grumpy as can be. But don’t let it deter you from him. He’s got a heart of gold.”

“Right.” You smile, then glance over at the open hatch as Tukk enters with Roy and Checklist behind him.

Roy doesn’t even so much as peek at you. Clearly he’s over last night as well.

So why can’t you stop looking over at him?

When you exit the gunship into the hangar of the Star Destroyer, you nearly fall over. It’s so much bigger than you’d ever imagined.

“You dropped your jaw onto the floor back there.” Fin teases, elbowing yours.

“Wow…” You grin.

“Let me show you the medbay. You’ll definitely need to have your jaw fixed after that.” He gestures for you to follow him.

You start to walk down the ramp but not before nearly bumping into Roy again, of course.

“Oh, excuse me.” You smile up at him.

He does a small, subtle double take and Tukk doesn’t even try to hide his smirk. You ignore the teasing looks and continue walking with Fin into the corridor and down to the medbay.

When the doors slide open, Fin is absolutely right. You drop your jaw to the point where you’re not sure if it’s going to reattach. It’s so big.

“Just remember, the field isn’t this nice.” He leans against a desk, crossing his arms.

“Right.” You nod.

“Hey Roy, what do you think of the new girl?” Checklist asks Roy as he starts taking his inventory.

Roy looks over at Checklist as he holds a crate of weapons.

“Yeah, Roy. What do you think of the new girl?” Tukk teases the grumpy man in front of him.

Roy glares at his brothers, completely irritated. Why do they have to be so nosy? He’s not really one to notice women. Not because he wasn’t attracted to them, but because he figures why waste his time? He’s busy, he’s tired, and he’s usually in need of a drink when he gets planetside.

“Don’t you have something to do?” Roy grumbles to his brothers, walking away.

But you… You’d not left his thoughts since the moment he saw you tear up at his rude comments. He’d felt like such an asshole when he saw your lip tremble. He’s not one to normally dwell on people’s feelings, but when Tukk told him to go and apologize, he didn’t take any coaxing to do it. He wanted to. And then today… when he saw you again… He nearly dropped his data pad. He thought to himself maybe he could finally right his wrong and truly apologize. But then you acted like nothing happened. You even smiled. It didn’t feel like a true smile but it still made his stomach do something it’d never done before. And he didn’t much like that.

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#high ground animations #tukk tales #tukk tales roy #clone trooper roy #roy x reader #clone trooper roy x reader

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poetthewriter · 1 year

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🔮Carnelian Trinkets🗝️

Vex!Scar x Reader

thank you to my 🪶feather anon for requesting this I'm sorry I accidentally deleted you're request but from what a remember you said you wanted a vex!Scar x reader where scar likes to give reader trinkets and little gifts because of his vex side! please enjoy and feel free to leave tips (p.s im not so proud of this story but I hope at least you guy like it<3)

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐬&𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬🌱🧄🌿

Scar had decided to go on a little adventure as he liked to call it but in Y/ns case it meant being left alone for a few days, it not like Y/n couldn't be by their self or that they constantly needed to be with Scar but tonight Y/n will be all alone with no date for the party.

A small gathering happens every so often in Hermitcraft where all the hermits get together and have a nice evening with drinks and treats for all, even though there's so many members as well as a few guests coming from their empires it feels right to give everyone a little thank you gift. pulling out tiny little boxes Y/n walks out of their house and into the mines, after hours and hours of mining and polishing a scatter of crystals lay on a table, from ruby to agate there is a set of handpicked personalized crystals for every guest.

Gold or silver, crown, necklace, bracelet, or ring, smooth or pointy. hundreds of decisions lay in front of Y/n but at the end of the day around 40 sets of jewelry are set in boxes to be given to the person there for.

Amber ear cuffs for Impulse, aquamarine and pink coral tiara for Queen Lizzie of the Ocean empire, golden peridot anklets for the one and only fae girl Gem, and a jasper pendent like amulet for the prince of the lost empire Joey.

The only thing that catches Y/ns eye is a carnelian ring with a engraving inside saying " I Love You, Dear " a little bit of disappointment hits them as they remember Scars absents but all they do is close the box and throw it in the basket.

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The stars shine brightly around Scar as he walks down the paths of the Ender capital, people pass scar left and right from Endermen hybrids to Nether hybrids hes surrounded, some people stare at him and his vex features uncomfortably as others pass and don't bat an eye.

Markets and stalls are set up everywhere going from one to another nothings right, some potions and magical seeds end up in scars inventory but there's something hes looking for that he just cant figure out what it is until a small sparky shine catches his eye.

A flow of magic wisps through the air pulling scar in all he wanted was something personal to give Y/n so all he can do is hope this light can lead him to the perfect thing, slowly he steps over to the shine and a small chest of colorful crystals, rare buttons, and mini empty bottles sits Infront of him his eyes light up and his wings flutter at the big and small trinkets to give his partner.

walking back to the portal to the over world, end flowers, and little pieces of shiny metal litter the ground, more and more bobbles clutter into scar bag and cut his hand and he picks up sharp pieces. reaching into a different pocket for a bandage Scar communicator tumbles out of his bag a bright yellow message takes up the whole screen leaving his face shocked.

"GATHERING AT NINE HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON!"

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Y/n stands there looking in the mirror at their fancy attire, their shoes click as they walk across their house grabbing the big basket full of little gift boxes, a load knock echos through their house slowly but surely Y/n walks the open the door but when they get their someone is already their waiting for them.

"SCAR!"

Y/n runs up the him, he pulls them into a soft hug slowly lowering to the ground.

"oh my god.. I am so sorry, I totally forgot about the party tonight I never meant to do that Y/n, I missed you so so much"

a small kiss opens Scars eyes Y/n just sits there with a goofy smile on their face as they tug on his arm standing up, Y/n yanks Scar to the table they rummage through the big weaved basket and pull out one box slowly opening it they hide it in there hands and slowly slide it on to scars ring finger, he looks at it for a few moments before Y/n asks him a question.

"Do you like it!" they say swinging side to side in excitement, Scar looks up at them and lifts them up with a huge smile on his face, giddy as heck he pulls Y/n in to a seat.

"I LOVE IT!! LOOK LOOK I HAVE STUFF FOR YOU AS WELL, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT" Scar pulls out the big box of little knobs and treats, if he was a dog his big golden retriever tail would be shaking faster then lightning and all Y/n could do is match his energy the trinkets doesn’t matter anymore as much as Y/n loved their partners little gift they were just exited to be with him.

Walking to the party scar runs off like a little child to grab sparkly nicknacks and give them back to Y/n and they just swing their basket excitedly like little red riding hood.

The vex boy rests at his lovers side as they enter the party with everyone. The night was long but the energy never died gifts were given, hugs were shared and the night ended of with cuddles in their warm comfy bed.

#hermitcraft x reader #goodtimeswithscar #goodtimeswithscar x reader #3rd life #mcyt x reader #Mcyt #<33333 #anon answered

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scorpioriesling · 27 days

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Unsettled (part 4)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

Pairings: Tamlin x reader (oopsies)

Warnings: Mentions of wine / under the influence

Summary: It’s time for the masquerade, and Y/N still hasn’t been completely honest with her parents. Her night is turning out just as she hoped… or maybe, just as she needed.

SR’s Note: AHH one part left after this one! Go back and read part 3 first if you haven’t or else you’ll be so very confused. :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *

After 4 weeks of relentless practicing, sessions with Tamlin on ball etiquette, and meetings with Alis to choose fabrics for your gown, it was finally almost here. It was the night before the Spring court masquerade ball, and though you were sure your feet could fall off by this point, you were teeming with excitement.

You’d let your mother and father in on your plans earlier on… sort of. It was no secret that you were attending a ball for exclusively High Fae (in which you were not), but something about telling them you’d be going with the High Lord of the Spring court just didn’t sit well with you. The only way you could justify an invitation was to tell them your new friend Lucien was in need of a guest to accompany him, and you were the perfect fit.

Around midday, you sauntered out of your front door and began heading into the square. Passing by buildings of every color and age, you headed for the dress shop that Alis had sent your chosen fabrics to. It was the day of your final fitting, and you couldn’t be more excited.

The bell jingled when you opened the door, and a petite brunette female glanced up at you from the front counter. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Well hello!” She beamed. “You must be Y/N.” She rounded the desk, and walked over to you. Extending a hand, you took it and she shook.

“Yes maam,” you answered.

“Pleased to meet you! Right this way dear,” she began to walk toward a small sofa near the back, sitting in front of a large floor length mirror.

“You have a seat here, and I will go get your dress for you to slip into.” She motions for the sofa, and disappears into the back room for a few moments. When she arrives again, she has the most beautiful auburn gown in her hands, and you physically gasp when she holds it up.

“So? What do you thi-“

“It’s magnificent.”

She smiles.

“I haven’t even shown you what it can do yet.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

“Y/N! Are you almost ready dear?” Your mother calls from the foyer below. You’ve been in your bedroom for an hour, staring in the mirror at the transformed girl you’ve become. It’s the day of the ball, and all of the caterpillars have hatched into butterflies inside your stomach. Your gown is absolutely perfect, fitting in all the right places. You spent the entire morning getting every hair on your head curled, braided, or pinned in a way that screamed High Fae; and you’d done more than just light makeup for once. Twisting your hips back and forth, you admired how the fabrics of your dress swished once more, a big goofy smile on your face you weren’t afraid to hide. Not afraid until you caught a pair of golden and amber eyes gawking back at you from your open doorway, a reflection behind you in your mirror. You quickly spun around, cheeks immediately pink.

“Lucien! I didn’t; when did you-“ You stammer.

“No, no, it’s alright.” He smirks at you. “Continue to admire yourself.” He strides over to you, and you’re forced to look up to meet his gaze. “I was just doing the same.” You can’t help but smack him in the chest, and he lets out a low chuckle at your minimal efforts.

“You look nice too, Luce.” You turn your back to him, reaching to grab the golden mask from your dresser and face your mirror once more. You feel his eyes roaming over you, and you’re not exactly angry about it. When you turn back to him, he clears his throat.

“Shall we be going then?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

You exchange hugs with both parents, your mother crying as though she’s seeing her daughter off on her wedding day. You beg her to stop, but secretly you know you love her and appreciate that she cares for you so much. Lucien hugs your mom too, which you find touching for someone usually so full of attitude.

Lucien gives your dad a firm handshake, and your dad kisses you on the cheek.

“Have fun tonight, sweetheart.” He says. “You take care of her now, Lucien.” He raises his brows at the redhead beside you. Lucien nods to him.

“It’d only be my honor.” Your father’s smile grows. He isn’t a particularly stern man, but for a girl who doesn’t really bring men around, he’s seeming to like the first real male you’ve had in your home with you. Well, even if the whole thing isn’t truly real.

Your mother opens the door for you, and you almost fall to your knees when you see what is at the end of the driveway. A large, ornate gold and white carriage sits at the edge of it, a tall white horse bedecked in gold carrying a footman at the front. Your hand flies to your mouth as you stand frozen in your path, taking in every golden swirl and curve on the vessel. Neighbors have gathered at the edges of their homes and in the streets to admire it as well, gaping and gawking at the sight. You turn to Lucien.

“Oh my — Lucien is this —“ He laughs, his full smile stretching across his face. You could shed a tear at the sight, it’s wonderful to see that rare, full smile. He leans to you slightly, placing your hand around his upper bicep.

“You said you’d never been to a ball before… I wanted the first one to be memorable for you.” You stare at him, wide-eyed. He chuckles one more time before beginning the walk to the carriage, leading you with him. You look back at your mom, and she’s bouncing with joy, smiling at you. Did she know? You didn’t know. That would be something to definitely ask later, once the euphoria wore off. You weren’t sure if it ever would after tonight.

Lucien opens the carriage door for you, and helps you inside. Despite being lovely and ornate outside, it is a bit small on the interior. Nonetheless lovely; covered in painted golden florals of all kinds. It’s definitely from the Spring court, if anyone had it confused. Lucien waved to your parents once more before hopping in and sitting across from you. Your knees were touching.

After a few minutes of silence and pretending not to stare at the handsome male across from you, you finally found something to say. “So… how many of these have you been to?” Lucien breaks his gaze from the scenery outside to look into your eyes.

“Only a few, Tamlin doesn’t do masquerades often, but when he does the turnout is usually quite well.” You nod. Great. A million other High Fae will be there. Maybe that will be a good thing? Maybe it will hide from the fact that you don’t quite belong.

“Hey,” he places a hand on your knee. You glance down at it, and he leans forward to speak more intimately with you. “I know what you’re doing to yourself right now. Don’t go there. You’re absolutely meant to be here tonight, and you look wonderful, Y/N.” Your cheeks heat, and you stare at him with wide eyes. He shakes his head as if he catches himself, and sits back in his seat, coughing once and crossing his arms. He readjusts his hips and continues looking out the window.

“I just mean you look good and Tamlin will be happy.” He says flatly. Your face drops. What just happened? Why is he being all loving one minute and distant the next? He’s so hard to read.

The rest of the ride passes in silence, but you don’t miss him sneaking glances at you. It’s silent until you hear the faint sound of classical music, and the consistency of the ground you’re riding on changes as you approach the front entrance of the estate. You lean over to the window, peering out. You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face when you see other High Fae milling about the grounds, staring back at you as the carriage trots by. Nerves begin to take over as you remember it’s time. It’s finally time. You’re here and Tamlin is inside waiting for you.

The carriage halts and Lucien steps out, extending a hand for you to take as he helps you out of the carriage. You offer him a small smile, but you’re met with a face of pure stone. You take a deep breath. Guess you’re on your own now.

Mask in hand, you begin the ascent you’ve done so many times over. High Fae around you begin to whisper, and you look left and right and notice the array of florals lining the staircase. Warmth spreads through you when you realize these are all flowers you’d seen before. They’d come from you, you’d brought them here. He’d kept them alive and put them on display for everyone to see tonight.

The grand doors are wide open, not that you needed to be instructed on where to go. You’re 5 steps from the top when Tamlin appears, green eyes shining from the setting sun beneath his mask of gold. He smiles when he sees you, and bows at the waist. You complete the walk to him and offer him a curtsy in greeting.

“Y/N, you look absolutely wonderful this evening,” he breathes, taking both of your hands in his. You smile at him, and he takes your mask from you and walks behind you. Leaning in close, his breath tickles your ear. “May I?” You nod in response.

He gently positions the mask over your eyes, and you hold it in place as he ties it behind your head in a delicate bow. When he’s finished, his fingers take yours in his, and he begins leading you into the estate.

“I saw you kept my flowers,” you say. The abundance of fae around you cause you to have to shout a bit, but he hears you nonetheless. He grins.

“Of course I did. Gifts like that deserve to be seen by everyone.” You smile at his kind words, and he continues walking through the estate towards the grand ballroom near the southern end of it.

You end up stopping every few minutes, people saying hello to Tamlin and him politely introducing you to them as well. No one has yet to show you any prejudice, which you thank the Cauldron for. This night couldn’t be going any better so far, except for the fact that Tamlin keeps speaking as though you’re just friends.

“I’d like to introduce you to my dear friend, Y/N.”

“I don’t think you’ve met my friend, Y/N!”

“Y/N, this is so-and-so. So-and-so, this is a close friend of mine, Y/N.”

What?

Weren’t you here as a date? Didn’t you come here for months, practicing, dancing so intimately, working on ball etiquette… all to be referred to as a friend?

Maybe you’d read the whole situation wrong. Maybe it was you who was the fool. Maybe Tamlin only asked you to come as a guest; a friend, if you will. He was the High Lord after all; you’re lucky to even be here, seeing as you are lesser fae. He was a very kind friend, but why did he act so flirty with you sometimes?

You needed a drink. You were getting yourself too worked up over this.

“Is there a buffet per chance?” You ask Tamlin. You’re almost to the back of the estate, and after being here month after month, you’d know that the kitchen is near. He turns to you.

“Yes, yes of course. My apologies, I didn’t offer you anything to drink or eat,” he starts. You shake your head and give his hand a little squeeze.

“It’s quite alright! I was just hoping to make a stop before we went into the ballroom for a while.” You say. He nods at you and extends an arm toward an open archway to your left.

“Do you see where that lady is walking — the one with the red dress, and ridiculous feather mask on?” You can’t help but to giggle. Tamlin must appreciate you laughing at his jokes, as he offers a small smile in return. “You’ll enter through there. I’ll wait out here for you and we can head over to the ballroom together.” You turn to him.

“Sounds like a plan.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

It was probably a good idea Alis was manning the wine bar, as she found it best you not be over-served. You didn’t drink much, and she’d known it doesn’t take much to make anyone, fae or not, feel the effects of the beverage upon consumption.

You’d made your way back to Tamlin, and were now in the ballroom mingling alongside him as you feel the effects of the wine hitting you. You tried at first to remember the names of other High Fae you’d met; now they began to blur together. You were glad you only had a little bit, as you were able to keep your composure for the most part. What was the most uncomfortable was how hot the room felt with all of the people in it, moving and unsettling dust and pollen dragged in from the outside.

Outside. That’s what you wanted. A breath of air.

You’d politely waited for Tamlin to finish speaking with an acquaintance of his before tapping him on the shoulder. He looked at you with innocent question in his eyes, but you pulled on the hand you held in yours so his face was level with yours. He smirked at your sudden movements.

“Is everything alright?” He asked with a chuckle, eyeing you. You shook your head.

“Do you think we can go outside for just.. maybe… a little bit?” You asked. Tamlin straightened, and glanced around, looking a bit weary.

“Pleeeease,” you pleaded with him. “I just want some air. We can be quick I promise?” You held up a pinky, and he chuckled at you and took your hand in his instead.

“We will have to make it quick; the first dance will begin soon.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

The small garden outside the ballroom was quiet, not many people knew about it. The moon was rising in the sky by now, illuminating a path on the ground that led to a small stone fountain. Hedges lined the path as though you were in a maze; your mind raced as you walked along it. Concentrating on not twisting an ankle in your heels, the fuzziness the fae wine made you feel inside, and the confusion on your mind being called Tamlin’s friend, despite arriving here as his date to the ball.

The liquid courage was all you needed to ask him about it.

Once you got to the fountain, you sat on the lip of it, Tamlin following behind you. He perched on a spot quite close. Closer than any friend, you thought.

“How are you enjoying the ball this far?” His low voice asked from beside you. You stared at the hedges, trying to figure out how to answer him and lead the conversation in the direction you needed it to go.

“It’s… well, it’s nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Thank you, again for inviting me…” You said. He half smiled beside you, his cheek so close to yours that you could practically feel his warmth. Sneaking a glance at him, you decided to add, “…as a friend, I mean.”

His brows knit together. “Of…course? You are here with me though, you know that right? I mean, as long as you’d like to. Be here, with me, I mean.” He’s stumbling over his words. Isn’t this a good sign?

“I think I’d like to be here as more than your friend, Tamlin.” You turn to face him. You’d never quite seen him speechless, but all he can do is look at you, mouth slightly parted in surprise.

“Are you… sure? About that?” He asks quietly. You smile, and lean in close, lips only inches apart.

“Can we see for sure?” You ask innocently. One hand rests on your knee, the other lightly cupping your jaw. His thumb brushes small strokes along your jawline as he leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, and you don’t have time to think. Think about how many nights you’d imagined it; the fireworks, the confetti, the cheering and clapping. The tangles in your tummy finally combed free, the butterflies finally released for flight.

But none of it comes.

There are no fireworks.

No confetti.

No butterflies.

“But I don’t understand,” You pull back quickly. Tamlin looks at you, releasing his hands. You stand up quickly and start pacing. “I don’t get it. I don’t get any of it.”

“Don’t get… what?” He asks, cautiously. He rises as well, slowly approaching you. You halt your pacing, turning to him.

“You don’t feel it? You haven’t felt that, that thing,” you point to your abdomen, “in here for months? It’s unsettling, it’s so damn unsettling.” You humorlessly laugh. Tamlin is staring, slowly lowering his hands. “You asked me to come tonight, I thought because you liked me, and I thought I liked you,” he takes your hands in his again.

“I do like you, Y/N.” He begins. “I think you’re a great person and I’ve loved getting to know you — I really, really have!” He’s whisper shouting now, not with any malice but with a seriousness to make you listen. “But I just don’t think it’s supposed to be more than a very good friendship for us.” His voice cracks at the end of his sentence. He feels bad, he’s thinks he’s hurting your feelings. He couldn’t be more wrong.

“Tamlin — look. Okay,” You drop his hands and bring yours to your temples. “I agree, okay? You’re a very, very wonderful person and I’m so glad to have you as a friend; I think that kiss just proved that there is only that between us.” You say, and he nods in agreement. “But why though? Why invite me as your guest tonight and kiss me out here and be flirty with me sometimes?” He smiles at the ground.

“I apologize, Y/N. I guess I was a little bit flirtatious with you, and I didn’t mean to be.” He steps closer to you. “As far as being my plus one to the ball, I asked you because I wanted to, and I truly did want to get to know you and have you by my side to spend my time with tonight. These things can get rather boring at times, you know.” You chuckle.

“Well, no. I don’t know.” He lets out a small laugh in response, understanding the meaning.

“We should be getting back-“ He begins.

“Wait,” You say. “One last thing.” He turns back to you.

“Of course.”

“Why did you keep ordering flowers from me and doing all the extra additions to keep me coming here if you didn’t, well… you know…” you trail off. A wicked grin takes over the lower half of his face, one you hadn’t seen before.

“To be perfectly clear; I wasn’t the one ordering them. I simply kept them alive to show to the other guests tonight. When they ask where the arrangements came from, I’m sure to tell them they’re from you,” he explains. Your cheeks turn pink. “Y/N, I live atop a garden, Cauldron’s sake. I dont need any flowers. What I do need is for you to teach Lucien how to keep them alive — he can’t keep anything living beyond a day no matter how hard he tries.”

You’re already walking back to the ballroom before Tamlin can finish his sentence. He catches up with you quick, and before you can go back inside, his hand finds the inside of your elbow.

“Hey,” he says. “I’m really glad you came tonight.” You offer him a closed mouth smile, and he grins back at you. “But… I think you should maybe spend the rest of the evening with someone else.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

Part 5

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15. What do you love about the lees you know? I would love to tell you. Call out time!!

@magicaltickles who I’m so so so glad I met and whom I love dearly. They won’t admit it, till the day they die probably, but they’re actually such a cute lee. They’re very bratty and dealing with that is fun as hell as well as right up until they crumble to a blushy giggly mess. When you know just how to get them it’s a treat actually. Love it~ . They’re very soft. Giggly Em is best Em and also because I’ll never shut up about it, cutest fucking laugh and smile ever. I can’t wait to get you my silly <3

@redderthanatomato the other half of the sunmoon couple that I’m also so fucking glad I met and who I also love dearly. Actually so fucking adorable hello? Their reactions. The fact that I made them squeal. Once to my knowledge at least. Or curl up X3. Just aa aa aaaaa. But yeah I’m the one that gets flustered easily, huh?~ You did in fact pick the perfect name. Also don’t listen to her when she says she’s bratty. It won’t take long to get rid of that <3. Also girly’s laugh and smile as well? You best believe it. Adorable. I can’t wait to get you too silly girl <3

@faleesia My shawty bae!! One of my first true friends here that I honestly can’t imagine my life without them either. While I haven’t had many lering experiences with her because she’s usually the one murdering me, I caught a slither of it when they easily folded from the mention of scribbles under their chin. That was absolutely positively adorable and I smile about it every time I remember. Also her giggles are so so cute and I cannot wait to get my hands on them either and get rewarded by hearing them from my own doing <3

@anothertickleblog My sweet boi!! Another beloved sweetheart. I don’t have much lering experiences with them either. Buttt there was a time before I actually discovered I was a switch where I told him if I ever met them even though I’m not a switch I would get them anyway because of how cute they are which they were denying at the time. That reaction after that I got was oh so adorable <3. Also there were times when they got quickly flustered at the mention of a poke and those were great too. Also has an adorable laugh ugh.

@oceanic-vampire my favorite goth🥺. Love youuuu. Never teased them for long(usually because they turn the tables and I crumble wayyy too easily <3) but when I did? Ugh adorable adorable wanna squeeze them. Never forgetting when they made me laugh really hard telling me that they actually don’t have knees. Also very adorable beautiful laughter. You’re too kind being amused at my goofy stupidity <3

@shyleereading my dear!! Love her enjoy her company can’t wait to meet her🥺. And find a way to get overwatch so we can actually play🙄. She’s actually adorably easy because she can’t take compliments and watching her short circuit and deny and deny is so so fun and cute. You deserve them dear. But yknow I find that I have to beware 👀.

And last but certainly not least @thecutestler as I’ve always said is actually just the cutest lee. So stoked we’re friends X3!! Just adorable adorable! I actually can’t take it. She gives me cute aggression actually. Her reactions make me giggle /pos. Saying my name if a tease especially got to you is too fucking cute. <3

In conclusion everytime I have teased all of you the happy stims went crazyyyyy. Cough n e ways-

19. Already answered dear

#gracefully grey #I hope you don’t mind me tagging and talking about you despite the fact you’re on hiatus 👉🏾👈🏾#90% of this post is just me talking about how cute my mutuals are LMAO #and it would be longer if I really talked about much I love these people <3 #endearing em #remarkable red #funny fal #extraordinary ess #sparkling serena #kawaii keke #tickle ask game #tickle asks #I got an ask!!#tickle blog #tickle community #tickle fluff

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