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boosari · 10 months

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hiii ! can i request anniversary date with minghao?? thank you 😄

have this dance — x.mh

pairings: boyfriend!minghao x reader

genre: pure fluff

warnings: established relashionship

wk: 0.5k

summary: your boyfriend takes you to his home country for your anniversary.

For your 4th year anniversary, your amazing boyfriend Minghao had a very particular yet elegant idea.

You actually never expected something like this as a date, since usually people would go to fancy restaurants, movie nights or picnics.

Here you are, in Hangzhou City, in China. Your boyfriend's home country. The city is futuristic, yet so traditional it actually impressed you.

"Hao this place is beautiful" you exclaim, turning towards him and flash him a wide grin. He looks at you, returning the smile.

"I knew you would've liked it my love, that's why I chose this city specifically". Your heart melts at his reply.

Not only he spent so much time in organising this trip, he also considered your likings. He knew you so well.

You look around and the buildings are huge, everything is made out of glass, you've also seen the big dome that stands at the side of the city.

After having a delicious lunch at a simple chinese restaurant, your boyfriend took your to Lingyin temple, then walked you through the botanical garden just to arrive at the Hefang Street, with its beautiful bridge.

Night has finally arrived. Indeed to say, you had a beautiful time. Learning about your boyfriend's culture and home country made you happy, it was very intriguing. And your boyfriend was even more happy to know that.

"Where are we going, Hao?" You ask giggling while your boyfriend dragged you by your interlocked hands.

"You'll see" He replied, a smug smile on his face.

After walking for a while, you arrive at a beautiful lake.

You let out a small gasp at the beauty in front of you. The lake had a clean colour, the sunset made it even more beautiful. The gente sound of the water made you close your eyes and breathe deeply. You felt relaxed.

Minghao silently watches you, satisfied with your reaction. Meditate with you definitely had its effects.

"What do you think?" He lets out, voice barely coming out, sounding like a whisper.

You slowly open your eyes. "It's...beautiful indeed". You turn to him and smile.

He smiles back and takes your hand, leading you towards one of the causeways.

You arrive at a small, very small temple, that was empty in the centre.

You couldn't get the smile off your face. Minghao looks at you and gently grabs your hand.

"Have this dance with me, my pretty lady" He looks into your eyes, lovingly.

You giggle, your eyes also locked with his. "With pleasure".

Minghao has one hand holding yours and the other rests on your waist. While one of your hand rested on his shoulder.

You rock your bodies back and forth, he turns you around, spins you. Pushes you forward just to re-pull you closer to him. Both of you smiling the whole time.

After the final spin, your back is pressed against his chest. He kisses your cheek, resting his face against your head.

"我爱你" (i love you) he murmurs in your hair, kissing it.

"我也爱你" (i love you too). You reply, turning your body back to him, your forehead now resting against his. "非常". (so much).

He pulls away and looks at you, smiling. "You improved a lot".

You laugh, throwing your head back. "It's all thanks to my amazing teacher". You also look at him, smiling.

He keeps looking at you, your eyes and then his gaze falls to your lips. He leans in and kisses you sweetly, while the sun sets behind your connected bodies.

"Happy anniversary, my love".

a/n: hi i'm on vacation rn but this was staying in my drafts for way too long (sorry for the wait heh). i don't really like it honestly but i hope you do! (i also hope my researches are correct cause i've never been to china nor i know places in there😭).

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12boogaloo · 3 months

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Okay, I cant take it anymore. The brain rot is REAL

Been on a writing hiatus since 2019 or 2020 (I honestly don’t remember so don’t @ me)

And what gets me to finally start writing again?

You guessed it ladies, gents, and serpents!

Fucking TROLLS 3

Let’s get this bread or die trying y’all 😈

~•~

So first things first: I didn’t come up with the AU’s I’m using here! They were created by TheMiraculousMat and Keebsification on here and AO3

The AU’s in question are The Eldest and The Youngest and Out The Train Wreck

I just love it when people see John Dory and think “hmmm yes this grown man can fit so much eldest daughter energy in him” cuz SAME

So I thought: what if I just… put em together? OTT! JD and E&Y! JD have a grip on my soul and I’m filling a formal complaint in the form of fanfiction for not just 1, but 2 other pieces of fanfiction!!! Cuz why not

I’m gonna post the notes I’ve had about this idea for the past 2 week, at least the first part.

Well… it’s half notes, half chapter really…

Maybe. MAYBE. I’ll clean it up and post it on AO3. Maybe… probably lets be real

Anyway. Y’all can call me Boog and this is Project: Hyperfixation Won

Actual story name pending…

~•~

Part 1: Author’s Actual Notes because they are a nerd

Got an idea

Gonna scratch the itch

Half brain rot dump and half story here

Combination of the Eldest and Youngest JD and the Train Wreck JD

I also head canon that trolls have tails and claws and fangs

They’re lil creatures

Basically the same stuff happens in TW with the manager and John being Branch’s father.

Branch grows up knowing JD is his dad while everyone else thinks they’re brothers.

He and Luka are dating. He’s basically Branch’s other dad.

Luka gets taken and John thinks he died. He keeps his glove to remember him.

The fight still happens. John still leaves but promises Branch that he’ll come back.

He goes to the Neverglades for the next four years.

When he gets a letter about Rosiepuff and Branch he immediately heads back to the tree to take care of him.

Pretty much all of E&Y happens but with the change of Branch knowing JD is his dad.

Makes the trauma of him leaving worse in a way which adds to the angst of the first parts delicious, but it also makes their bond really solid later on.

John forgot that everyone in the village knew them as brothers until Poppy asks him if John is Branch’s daddy out of the blue. He panics and says “no” on instinct and they both decide to just go with it. Easier than explaining it to everyone.

She still doesn’t know. Nobody does.

John still loses his arm trying to save Creek(nasty ass).

One morbid silver lining John felt was that at least it wasn’t the hand he wore Luka’s glove on. Small miracles. Lol I’m sorry

Branch doesn’t remember Luka anymore, at least not really. He sorta remembers a burgundy haired troll that he thought was important but couldn’t remember anything else about them so he didn’t think too much about it.

John doesn’t really like talking about him and Branch hasn’t ever asked so he doesn’t bring it up.

He starts dating Hickory and he does tell him about Luka. He admits that while he definitely is falling for Hickory, a part of him will always belong to Luka and their relationship will always be really important to him.

Hickory is more than okay with that and even tells him that he would’ve loved to have met the man that made his sweetheart so happy and kept him safe before it was his turn. (John just about cried when he said that same buddy and agreed that they’d probably get along pretty well.)(He shows Hickory pictures of him and Luka one day and they laugh over the fact that John clearly has a type.)(And, based on Hickory’s own light blush, same.)(He immediately said Luka was ‘real cute’ and John still laughs at him for it.)

He also tells him about Bold and how Branch came to be. (Hickory spent solid hours comforting him afterwards and spent an equal amount of time thinking of ways he could get Dickory to help him torture the bastard if he ever saw him.)(He decides in that moment that he’d do anything to protect his boyfriend and his son. Anything.) (He’s also even more grateful to Luka when he hears about how he protected his love the day they met. He really wishes he could thank him…)

Branch makes jokes about not calling Hickory his stepdad till they get married, which makes John flush bright blue. (Hickory just laughs and winks, the traitor.)(Hickory secretly really wants Branch to call him ‘Pops’ and he’s so obvious about it.)(Branch finds it hilarious and doesn’t on purpose. He’d actually love to call him that, he’s just being an ass.)(You’d think he wouldn’t ever want to but no. For some reason, it’s only thinking of Hickory as ‘Papa’ specifically that makes him feel wrong. Like that’s not available to him. I wonder why.)

After saving Floyd, the boys all start spending more time together as a family. Floyd and Clay move into the bunker with John and Branch. Bruce still lives on Vacay Island but he tries to visit at least once a week, even bringing his wife and kids with him if he can.

They still love doing shows together and will do a big one every two weeks at least.

A few months later, they’re getting ready to hangout together after a performance in PopVillage. Hickory isn’t with them, he was actually watching with Tiny in the crowd, so he can’t see them.(Lil dude is really attached to his “Uncle Cowboy” and “Uncle Johnny” it’s adorable.)(And yes Guy is close by, Tiny is still very very grounded.)

Poppy wants to introduce them to a former stage manager that she’s worked with before that had come to see the show from TrollCity. Branch has met him once before and thought the guy was weird and a little creepy but nothing else made him feel suspicious so he kinda just ignored it. He figured if Poppy trusted him, it was fine. (Obviously he still kept an eye on the old bastard, cause your boy isn’t paranoid for nothing. And you never know.)

They all agree to meet and when they get backstage… it’s him.

Bold.

The bros old manager. The man who hurt their eldest unimaginably.

JD basically shuts down as his younger brothers immediately shield him from view.

They need to get out of here without causing a scene. Fast.

“Poppy, I think we need to go…” Floyd mumbles, his usually soft features twisting in both anger and slight fear as he stared the old troll down.

Poppy looks at them in confusion, “Wha- but you guys said you wanted to see everything we set up!!” She looks between the brothers and the older manager, Branch joining her as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, kids, I don’t think we can do that…” Bruce doesn’t take his eyes off of the old man as he steps back, closer to Clay and Floyd who were holding John Dory’s arms and hands to keep him steady in their safety bubble, their tails wrapped around his waist. “Not when he’s here.”

Poppy blinks in confusion. “What do you mean? Have you met Mr. Bold before?” She asks.

The old bastard chuckles. “Don’t worry, Miss Poppy.” Poppy huffs a bit at being called ‘miss’. (She’s Queen, dammit. Only Hickory calls her ‘miss’ and it’s always as a joke.) “I was the boys’ manager back in the day! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other.” He looks over each brother, clearly trying to get a look at John Dory and noticeably souring when he’s blocked. Then he smirks, taking a few steps closer, his wooden cane thunking against the floor. John flinches with each tap, tap, tap. “You’ve all grown up so much.”

Bruce holds his ground, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders, his bigger body blocking most of JD from view. Clay was growling behind him, both him and Floyd curling closer to John and their ears pressed back in irritation. Bruce gives a humorless chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, we’ve grown up, Bold. We grew up and you’re fucking old now.”

Poppy gasps. “B-Bruce, that’s not nice!” She turns to Bold and smiles nervously. “I’m so sorry-“

The man waves her off. “Don’t fret. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s right after all.” He looks at them again all smugly, leaning on his cane. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

Floyd scoffs. “Not long enough.” He growls, baring his teeth. His claws start coming out and he’s thankful he’s holding John’s prosthetic arm as he feels them scratch the metal.

“Woah, okay, what the hell is up with you guys?” Branch finally steps in. That was so unlike Floyd to say something like that. He’s never seen the older troll that angry before, he’s never seen any of his uncles that angry before.

Bruce huffs. “What’s up is that we’re leaving. Now.” He goes to turn around to start steering his brothers out of the room when he hears Bold chuckle, making them all freeze.

“You all really have changed so much,” He says, his tail swaying side-to-side behind him. John looks up and they manage to lock eyes, Bold smiling sickly as John stares in horror. “Especially you, Johnny Baby.”

John feels sick. He feels like he’s gonna pass out. He feels his legs start giving out as Clay and Floyd rush to hold him up. He feels his body going completely limp and his vision blurs and his chest hurts and he can’t breATHE-

Bruce tackles the old troll, immediately landing brutal hits to the bastards face. He screams between punches, “DON’T TALK TO MY BROTHER!” Bold tries to hit him back, only managing to smack Bruce in the side once with his cane before continuing to get pummeled.

Branch and Poppy jump in frantically to pull him off of the man and the three of them stumble back. Bruce shoves them off and glares at Bold again. He was lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose, there were scratches and bruises on his face and he was covered in his own glittery copper blood. “Stay. The FUCK. Away. From John.” Bruce pants and shakes out his hands, flexing his exposed claws. He spits on the ground. “Bastard.” He turns back to his brothers. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.” He lifts JD up bridal style and Clay and Floyd follow him as he starts rushing to the door.

“Wait, hold on!” Branch runs after them, leaving Poppy standing in confused horror at what just happened.

~•~

That’s what I’ll give for now lol

I have like wayyy more written out but I’m mean so 😈

Anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Lmk what y’all think ig

Check out the folks that created these AU’s plz @matmiraculous and Keebsification (idk their tumblr so plz don’t yell at me) both on AO3 where I found them

Later yall

#trolls band together #hickdory #eldest and youngest au #out the train wreck #trolls john dory #holy shit what has happened to me #hyperfixation ftw #trolls clay #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls bruce #my fav besides John Dory

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townlizzardposts · 14 days

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Ladies, Gents and others, I present you:

The three genders!

Introducing:

-pretty girl

-pretty boy

-Senshi from delicious in dungeon

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sallage · 7 months

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Your Turn, Blasty

Alright, this fic is a self indulgent spin off based off of @wreckingtickles’s Auction series! This fic is taking place in Bundle 2 immediately after Shindo says,

“Too bad. I would have loved to show Blasty here a good time.”

Enjoy!

Words: 2,797

Reading Time: 11 Minutes

“Too bad. I would have loved to show Blasty here a good time.”

Bakugo snarled and cussed while Shindo only went on smiling

Suddenly, the cuffs covering Shindo’s wrists opened and his arms flew down, unprepared for them to actually grant his request, he banged his elbows against the metal arm wrests. The bonds around his legs opened as well and after a moment of shocked realization, he shot Bakugo an evil, shit eating grin.

Bakugo blanched. “What? What the hell?” He yelled, watching as Shindo stood slowly from his chair, stretching his arms over his chest and dusting himself off theatrically.

Non-Ladies and Non-gents, It would take less than a second to put Black back into his chair, so I personally would love to see if he could get Orange to squirm! What do you all think?

The unseen crowd erupted in excited applause. Bakugo tugged uselessly at his arms once before throwing Shindo a dangerous glare. Shindo sauntered casually over to Bakugo, making the blonde’s heart race, which pissed him off even more.

“You bastard!” Bakugo growled. “Don’t you fucking-“

“You think cursing at me is gonna make me go easier on you?” Shindo happily interrupted, stopping in front of Bakugo’s chair. He lifted his hands out and sent vibrations through them. The vibrations shook his hands like a massager gun, making the blonde’s heart leap frustratingly hard into his throat.

“You motherfu-“

“You have no idea how much fun this is gunna be for me.” Shindo smiled sharply.

“Shindo, STAahahahHAP! Leheheheave him alone!” Kirishima giggled out before the mechanical hands dug in harder sending him back into laughter.

“Yohohou can- ahahahahha get- ahahahas ouhuhuhut!” Midoriya managed through his tired giggles.

“That would be true if this was real,” Shindo made a show of rolling up sleeves he didn’t have, refusing to take his eyes off of his deliciously helpless target. “But in this dream or whatever this is, hands materialize out of nowhere and float. In a world where we are trapped by a…?”

Interdimensional announcer!

“Yes, an interdimentional announcer that could make that happen, I could get snatched up in a second if I tried anything. Less than a second if anyone was paying attention.”

Right again! That’s two for two!

His condescending eyes rested on Bakugo’s. “I might as well get some fun while they’re letting me.” He looked up into the darkness. “You wouldn’t wanna share that chart you have on em’, would ya?”

Right again! Isn’t he bright, folks?

Shindo shrugged and placed his hands on the angry blonde’s sides. “Guess I’ll have to figure it out myself.” Bakugo bared his teeth at him like a wild animal, an irritated vein visibly pulsing in his temple. Shindo sighed dramatically and spoke again.

“It sucks that not everyone here can focus enough to witness you break, I’m sure they would get a kick out of it.”

What do you say everyone? Shall we turn down the noise so we can enjoy the Grinch’s struggle? I personally would love to hear every little sound he makes.

The unseen crowed cheered again and the hysterical laughter of his classmates died down. Soon, all that could be heard was heavy breathing and chair creaking.

Shindo’s smile widened. “Your turn, Blasty.”

Before Bakugo could react, he dug in.

Shindo didn’t use his quirk right away, instead he raked his fingers over Bakugo’s sides and stomach, recalling how hard he was trying to hold in his reactions while these spots were targeted. He felt the blonde’s muscles tense and saw goosebumps appear on his skin. He smiled wickedly.

“Fucker!” Bakugo spat. “Get your damn hands offa me!” Bakugo felt the urge to struggle again, to yank his arms and kick his legs, but he knew it was useless and would do nothing but make him look sensitive and weak. So he stayed where he was, teeth grinding and unmoving.

Shindo knew what he was doing. He lightly traced his fingers over Bakugo’s stomach and scribbled them over his sides. Bakugo’s body reluctantly leaned to the right when a stray finger scratched at the edge of his stomach toward his sides. Noticing the reaction, Shindo doubled down, using his other hand to mirror it, scratching lightly.

“Get the fuck away from me, damn it!” Bakugo yelled, steeling his body of any reactions. “You fucking creep!”

Pick up the pace, Black! You only have a few minutes before we continue.

Instead of being discouraged, Shindo smiled and Bakugo’s eyes widened when he started feeling the faintest vibration coming from the other’s fingers.

“Aw boo, looks like there’s little time to waste.” Shindo placed his thumbs over Bakugo’s hips, making the other scowl.

“I’m not ticklish there, you freak. Didn’t you see that or are you that stupid?”

Without a response, Shindo dug his fingers into Bakugo’s waist with vibrating fingers, pressing his thumbs into his hips in agonizing circles. Bakugo flinched, face contouring into a confused expression. Earlier, when the hands attacked him there, he hadn’t felt ticklish. But now, as Shindo was drawing circles onto his skin with those vibrating thumbs, he couldn’t ignore the jolt of electricity that seared into his chest and made him buck.

Like I said folks, Black’s quirk is perfect for tickling. Our hands didn’t elicit a single reaction from Orange, although we truly weren’t trying, but Black doesn’t disappoint!

Shindo chuckled at the commentary. He moved his hands down, pressing into the soft spaces below his hips. Bakugo twitched in his restraints, glaring and cursing in his usual fashion.

Black seems to be messing with Orange, even after knowing his time is quickly running out. Anyone curious as to what he’s up to?

The invisible audience all grunt in agreement as Bakugo finds it harder and harder to hold still. Knowing that there was a time limit on Shindo further solidified his resolve to stay absolutely still as the fool in front of him rubbed and pinched at his skin like a delusional dumbass.

Yawn! Seems like he was all talk, folks! What do you say, should we pull him and continue?

In that moment, Bakugo made a horrible mistake. One that Shindo had been waiting for. The announcer threatening to pull Shindo caused him to get cocky. He slightly relaxed, a premature celebration when he assumed that Shindo only had a few seconds before he somehow ended up back in his own chair. Not to mention how hard he failed at making Bakugo so much as squirm. So in that moment, he dropped his guard. But as soon as Shindo saw it, he took his hands off of the Blonde’s hips and latched them onto the middle of his ribs. His thumbs kneaded and wiggled roughly into the skin, vibrating harshly and precisely.

Before he could stop himself, Bakugo let out a surprised bark, yanking once at his arms before holding them in that tight position, his biceps straining against the straps. He arched his back slightly and grunted, averting his eyes to avoid the gaze of the smug hero in front of him.

Whoa! I might have spoke too soon! Looks like Black finally struck a nerve! This is so good, we don’t even care about the wasted time. Don’t worry, folks, he’ll pay handsomely for it.

Shindo shrugged his shoulders at the threat, as if didn’t mean much to him. “Looks like I gotta get my moneys worth.” He said with a grin. Bakugo shifted his eyes, a steady stream of curses flowing from his mouth through clenched teeth.

“I’m gonna kiiiaAAAAAAAAAHHH!”

Well would you look at that, looks like Black didn’t need his chart after all!

At one point, Shindo and his school had been doing charity work with the student of U.A. Having heard of Bakugo and is animalistic behavior at the famous sports festival, his ear caught the Blonde’s name as he heard talk amongst the students of class 1A. Unable to hear all of the specifics, he gathered that Kirishima had accidentally discovered Bakugo’s ticklishness, and the rest of them ganged up on him until he inevitably broke, revealing his weakness to just that small group of classmates.

Shindo found that quite embarrassing. Not only was the feral asshole extremely ticklish, but his friends shamelessly blabbed out loud about it, not bothering to check if anyone like him was listening. He eventually lost interest and walked away, but not before he learned some information that he never thought would be so valuable.

Not until now.

Shindo had never particularly planned to use this information against Bakugo, but if there was an optimal time to do it, that time was now.

Bakugo bucked his hips and lifted his entire body, trying to leap out of the chair. Although he could barely lift himself a few centimeters, he stayed in that position for a few moments until he let himself thud heavily against the seat, shifting his body away from those damned vibrating fingers as much as he could. But no matter where he went, they stayed glued to his horrifically ticklish ribs.

“No cheating me out of my moment, Blasty!” Shindo teased. Bakugo jolted with a yell when the vibrations became more intense and the two thumbs kneading his ribs turned into ten fingers on each side, harshly jellyfishing and kneading ticklishly into the taut skin.��

Bakugo choked and thrashed, feeling himself losing control with every second the Ketsubustu bastard raked and clawed at his skin. He pressed his hot face into his bicep, mouth and eyes clamped shut and twitching, chest and throat punching with restrained laughter. He held his breath, the determination and stubbornness not to let this fucker, of all people break him was so fierce, he was willing to hold his breath until he suffocated.

Instead, his breath was forcibly released in the form of a high pitched gasp when those fingers wandered upwards to knuckle into the spot under his arms at the top of his ribs. His “silence” lasted about 5 seconds.

“MMFFH! AAAKKK! AHHHHH SHIT! AHAH! MOTHER FUHHUCK- YOHUHU FUCKING- NAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAH STAHAHAHAP!”

Bakugo spluttered and thrashed in his restraints, moving every which way instead of away, despite his constant pulling, cursing and threatening, his arms stayed trapped above his head and his legs firmly taut to the chair.

And there it is, folks! Orange’s number one spot, revealed to us by his fellow hero! Doesn’t it look good to see a smile on that constantly grumpy face? We’ll add an extra 30 seconds for Black, just because this is so good!

Shindo smirked and placed his knee on the edge of the hysterical blonde’s chair, right between his legs. To Bakugo’s dismay, the entire chair started vibrating.

Bakugo threw his head back, writhing in ticklish agony. Not only was the freak attacking his absolute worst spot, which Bakugo thought was more of a secret than it obviously was, but now the damned chair was tickling him. The metal vibrated along his sides and back, spreading along the outer portion and bottom of his thighs and knees. Bakugo desperately tried to lift his body off of the chair, unintentionally pushing himself more into Shindo’s tickling fingers. He didn’t know how, but he felt the ticklish sensation at his inner thighs were stronger than the ones teasing his back and legs, which caused his reddened face to shake back and forth, sweat spraying tragically from hair.

“NO! GET AHAHAHAHAHAFF! AHAHA HAHA HAHAHA! GAAHHHAHAHAHAH DAHMN IT, STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Impressive! Black is thinking outside of the box and is simultaneously tickling multiple spots! Color me impressed! You have 15 seconds left, Black. Make it count.

Stuck between a vibrator and a hard place, Bakugo tried to lift himself out of the chair as much as he could, curses mixing into the pot of his laughter induced hysteria. Shindo mercilessly dug into his ribs, watching with sadistic glee as the blonde’s face turned from red to blue from lack of oxygen. Positive that the Blonde could handle another 15 seconds, and not really caring if he could either way, Shindo increased the vibrations and dug in harder, suppressing a giggle himself when Bakugo’s eyes shot open. His laughter rose in pitch when he suddenly felt vibrations cover his feet like swarming ants. He felt it teasing his heals, running up his arches, swarming torturously over the balls of his feet and running around and in-between his toes. His laughter reached a pitch that would make singers jealous before turning completely silent. All that could be heard was the low hum of the chair and the cracks and creaks of Bakugo fighting desperately against the restraints.

5 seconds!

Shindo suddenly abandoned Bakugo’s ribs. The Blonde breathed in a quick greedy gasp of air before it was forcefully pushed out of him again.

Shindo was at his feet, raking dull nails formed into claws up and down both of his soft soles. He had no time to tease or drag it out, so he went in with all he had. Bakugo threw his head back and went wild, his entire body thrashing, face contorted into a look of pain, and laughter that was silent but with periodic and uncharacteristic squeaks and chokes that would break it. Shindo quickened the pace, immediately finding that the balls of his feet garnered the best reaction. It didn’t matter that the black haired pervert was focusing on just one part of his feet, he felt it all over, even the tops. In the back of his hysterical mind, he was starting to feel lone ticklish vibrations spread over his shins and calfs, which unexpectedly added to the plate of agony he was being served. You would think after a while, he would start to feel numb to the sensations, but in all of his tortured horror, it felt like quite the opposite. So Shindo stayed there vibrating and scratching, vibrating and scratching until…

Aaannnndddd that’s time! Back to your seat, Black!

Bakugo slumped forward as soon as Shindo’s fingers left his body. His was coated in a sheen of sweat and his breathing was heavy and loud. Residual ticklish sensations left him twitching and groaning and he huffed in frustration when they persisted. He kept his eyes down, unwilling to lift them to face everyone who had undoubtedly watched the entire scene unfold.

That was a fantastic job, Black! Don’t worry folks, as exhausted as Orange looks, he's not getting a break any time soon and will continue participating. In fact, his suffering is FAR from over. With Black now magically and unexplainably back in his seat, we can move on to the bidding!

Shindo casually rocked his head back and forth in his seat, as if he were bopping to a really good song. He caught Bakugo’s side eye and lifted his eyebrow, that stupid smirk never leaving his face.

“No hard feelings?” Shindo mocked, amusement plain as day in his eyes.

“You’re… fucking dead… when I get out of this… bastard. I’m going to fuck you up… so badly, you’re not going to be able recognize yourself… when you look in the fucking mirror!” Bakugo spat.

Shindo rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Save your breath, Blasty. Besides you obviously needing it, there’s only a few bundles left and one of them has that sweet spot marked in bright orange ink.”

Bakugo cursed at him and looked away. He felt Kirishima’s hot gaze on him but refused to meet it, furious that he was put in that humiliating situation. He couldn’t deny though, that after glancing quickly at Midoriya, he noticed the green haired loser was sitting upright instead of slumped to the side, eyes bright with rejuvenated energy. The same could be said for everyone else. As tortuous and embarrassing as that was, he realized everyone got a short break out of it.

Bakugo finally chanced a glance at Kirishima, who hadn’t looked away from him once. The redhead offered a reassuring smile and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Whatever, man. Brush it off, no big deal.”

Bakugo growled, gave him a dirty look, and glanced away, refusing to feel better about what happened.

He knew one of those bundles had his stupid spot listed, and after what he just experienced, he knew that this Interdimensional being wouldn’t want to be topped by Shindo. He knew that this little stunt was going to unfairly cost him, but looking at everyone once again, watching their strength and stamina rebuild them to almost 100%, he couldn’t decide if the break was going to be good for them, or since their energy was back up, make it more fun for these sick freaks to drain from them again. Either way, he swore he wouldn’t break again.

No matter what.

#lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #t word content #t word #t word community #bnha tickle #mha tickle #tickle fic #sallage-mha

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belit0 · 9 months

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Since Indra likes a reader who obeys him… can you do Indra x reader where reader gets praised by Indra for her perfect compliance - extra spicy please <3

I do love me a challenge... sweet praising Indra, ladies and gents.

"I've been waiting all day to put my cock in you" He whispers, biting on her earlobe and leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck. He takes his time giving love to each area, slowly reaching her collarbones, licking every spot as if his life depended on it.

Indra can be rough, but he has a soft spot just for her, and (Y/N) enjoys every second of it. When everyone sees a terrifying, scary, murderous man, she sees her handsome husband, the one who loves her with literal madness and gives up everything for her.

He concentrates on her nipples, and while biting one, squeezes the other between his fingers. The sensation sends a shiver straight to her pussy, and the Otsutsuki sees her tremble under his tongue. Dark satisfaction shines in his eyes as he watches her disarm so easily before him, ready for whatever he desires. "I love the effect I have on you, (Y/N)."

Normally, Indra's tone of voice will be riddled with obscure demands, commands that if not obeyed could lead to a terrible death, but when he addresses her, it is with such tenderness no one would believe her if she tried to explain it.

As he takes care of her breast, he rubs his growing bulk against her, generating delicious friction despite the clothes in between. (Y/N) runs her hands through his hair, stroking it gently and generating the courage to inflict the pain he so much enjoys.

Indra growls as her probing fingers twine through a few strands, tugging with just enough force to draw him into her mouth and connect in a fiery kiss. His tongue pierces her with the same need he will fuck her in a few seconds, bathing her in raw actions that don't match the gentleness of his words.

(Y/N) quickly runs out of breath, searching for space as her mouth moves and losing track of how Indra's fingers slide under her clothes, finding that wonderful spot between her legs. "You're so beautiful when you struggle for me. Look at this… you're dripping wet already."

His fingertips gently touch her clit, drawing circles as his lips attack her neck again. Moans soon follow, and the room fills with them. There is something extremely exciting about having the most powerful man in the world between her thighs, treating her like a queen and praising her like a goddess.

(Y/N) closes her eyes, feeling the mocking smile of delight the Otsutsuki must have on his face. She knows he will devote the entire time of their encounter to her and her enjoyment, behaving as if he has to serve and give her absolutely everything she desires. From the first moment, she thought it would be the other way around, mentally prepared to give him everything he demanded in bed and be treated like a slave, but Indra surprised her with the delicacy of his touches, and concentrated purely on her pleasure.

Stripping her of her clothes, she becomes completely exposed under him, and Indra wastes no time, inserting two fingers simultaneously. Both digits concentrate on spreading her wide, preparing her for his size, rubbing that inner area that makes her toes curl. "You open up so nice for me, pretty girl." Indra assaults her mouth while fingering her pussy, dividing his attention two ways and taking excellent care of both tasks.

His thumb concentrates on putting pressure on her clit while his fingers graze her g-spot from deep inside, making her moan madly and staring at her with red eyes when (Y/N) runs out of air again. He records every second of it in his memory through the Sharingan, storing it in his mind for future use.

Just as she is about to jump over the edge, the Otsutsuki withdraws his digits, slowing down all his stimulation at once and waiting for (Y/N)'s reaction. The girl, engrossed in her pleasure trip, opens her eyes in indignation, unable to formulate any sentence beyond a "Ple-ease!"

"I think if you beg a little more sweetly, I might be convinced." The man smirks at her state, looking her up and down and teasing her cunt with his fingers on the outside. He hovers over her, resting a hand just above her head while his hair rains down his back, creating a curtain of privacy. "Ple-ease, Indra, I can't-"

"Yes, yes you can. You make such pretty sounds; I love hearing your voice. Beg, (Y/N)." There is no doubt in his eyes, and she knows unless she obliges, their moment will end here. Indra relies on giving her pleasure and destroying her under his hands, but he loves to be in control of every situation, handling her as he pleases. If she doesn't beg, nothing else will happen tonight.

"Say that which delights me to hear, please my ears with your beautiful supplications, ask for it." There is anticipation in his features, and his teasing smile never moved from the place. "Indra... I can't-"

"Very well then, I'll get ready for slumber." He exclaims casually while peeling himself off of her, getting up from the bed, and walking away as if nothing happened. Before he can leave the room, (Y/N) yells, covering her eyes so as not to see his reaction. "Indra-a!... please… fu-uck my pussy-y raw… and fill me-e up!"

Standing still on the spot, he sighs with satisfaction, and (Y/N) can imagine the erection he is carrying between his legs at this moment. Nothing gives him more pleasure than hearing her talk dirty and unfiltered, and he always pushes her to her limit before giving her whatever she wants.

"Let's reward that effort." The Otsutsuki purrs, approaching the bed and undressing in the process. He positions himself on top of her again and kisses her passionately, while slowly inserting himself. "You're doing so well, letting me stretch you out (Y/N). Keep taking it just like that.... fuck."

He patiently lifts his pace, allowing her to adjust to his size and not hurting her in the process. She can do nothing but moan into his lips, seeking desperate kisses to cooperate with the immediate pleasure. Two of his fingers continue to concentrate on her clitoris, not letting her rest for a second between all his stimulation.

It doesn't take long for her to finish for the first time in the night, having been prepared before and with an orgasm snatched at the exact precise moment she was about to cum. Indra got her so ready it didn't take much encouragement to see the first signs of her finally giving in. The girl falls prey to burning overstimulation, shuddering on his cock, and seeking to drive him away because of the sensitivity. "One more, love, you've done such a good job enduring for me."

He relentlessly thrusts into her, viciously pumping in and out of her body with determination and seeking his own release. His hips pound against her in dry, power-packed strokes that bring him closer and closer to what he so desires.

"Fucking beautiful girl, you're a pleasure to use." (Y/N) unravels under his fingers, exploding around his cock again and milking him with need, feeling Indra surrender to his orgasm and filling her with his seed.

#otsutsuki indra x reader #indra otsutsuki x reader #indra x reader #otsutsuki indra #naruto #indra otsutsuki #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #uchiha clan #naruto x reader #naruto smut

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wingekprincessproffssor · 1 month

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Yandere sebastain x reader

Summary: you were an villager who has a small bakery shop , but theres was this day ciel and his butler sebastain dropped by your bakery and to your suprise they really liked your baked goods but his butler had another plans for you

Its a warm spring day in england, birds were singing, the weather was warm and also refreshing and you were happily selling the baked goods that you made with so much passion and hard work

"Here you go sir! " you said with a smile as you give the old man packcage of cinnom rolls and he politely thanked you and leaved you let out a sigh of relief, with the a mount of cosmuters you were having today was exsuthing but you were proud of yourself , you were managed to handled it all by yourself. As the your day countined , you were cleaning the empty shells that once were filled with a lots of baked goods before now emptied by your cosmuters , once you finshed with the cleaning, you make your the way to filled the shells with the new baked goods, as you were placing them on the shells, you heared your door bell ring as the two man with a young english boy entered inside, you immidetly recognize the boy, its was no other than ciel phantomive and his butler sebastain michealis

" hello my lord, how can i help you today? " you said kindly as you give the boy a smile

"Hello, miss my master would like to buy one of your baked goods" his butler replied with a warm smile on his face and ciel nodded as a approvel of his words

" of course , which one of them would you prefer my lord? " you asked the boy

" i would like to have some of your apple pies and bagels " he said pointing the shell where the apple pie and bagels are , you give him a slight nod and approach the shell filling the bag with bagels and a apple pie as you perpared the bag , you gentely handed the bag to his butler as his butler paid for the things, he give you a smile as he leaved with his master. As they were gone, you stood there taking a deep breath feeling proud of yourself that you managed handled it without messing up with exticement , as you the hours passed, you countined your work in the kitchen, your cosmuters send you letters to give you thier orders so you have to do a lots of baking today, as you finished making thier dough and shaping them, you put them on the oven letting them bake, you let a sigh of relief, feeling relived that you manged to finish your tasks , this all took you for 3 hours or maybe even more you were only a one person after all, you sit on the kitchen's couch letting yourself have well desvered rest, as you rest you read one of the letters one of the cosmuters that send you as you read this one wanted a pumking pie and a cherry pie, which you were finished making it and now letting it bake in the oven, after a hour they were gone baking and you put them out of the oven as the smell of the baked goods filled the kitchen , you couldnt help but sniffing the smell, its was beutiful and very delicious as you put them on the table covering them with a soft mistress so they can rest for a bit as you leaved the kitchen, you make your way to the to the outside to grab some things for your next baked goods, as you walked in the streets of england, you admired the beutifull weather and its was still afternoon so you could still admire the weather as you stopped at your favorite shop, you went inside and greeted the old lady whom always give you the right things and treated you kindly which you appriceted a lot

" hello dear, is it the usual again? " she said giving you a warm smile

"Yes, the usual " you giggled as she handed you , your stuffs which were baking poweder, sugar, sugar, vanillia, cinnamons, strawberries , cheeries and pumking as you take them from her hands you paid for the things you bought and thanked her then leaved as you were walking you were too drifted in your thoughts about the butler that you couldnt the man in front of you which you bumped into , your head hitted his hard chest you hear his gentle voice " miss, are you alright? " he says while his one of this arm holding your waist and one of them holding your bags, as you turned to look at him , you regonized him, its was ciel's butler sebastain, as the realzetoin hitted you , your cheeks started to get cherry red

" oh!, am so sorry sir! " You say as you get more flustered and embressed , he gives you a polite smile " dont worry miss, theres nothing to worry about " sebastain says as he gives your bags

" thank you sir, i really appricete it" you say to him with a smile

" its was my pleasure miss" he says in the gentlest tone making your heart skip a beat as the butler about to make his leave he stopped his tracks and come to you " by the way, my master really liked your baked goods miss , i must say you are quite good at it too " he smiles at you then he speaks again " oh and one more thing, my master wanted to give this letter , its has his orders in it, he hopes you can make them in 3 days and i shall be the one who will come and pick his orders, until then i hope you will manage to finish them miss " he says as he hands you to the letter and leaves , as he was out of your sight , you were left with the letter in your hand and you wondered what his orders , a spark of caruoistiy hit you but you remind yourself that you need to go to your home and read it there since you were carrying your bags still so you made your way to your bakery and as you arrive , you put your things on the table and place them on the closet which you put your baking stuffs there, as you close the closet , you were left with the letter as you open to read it, its was written prefectly with a perfect english, and in the letter it was written that master ciel wanted a cherry pie which to your luck you have enough things to make that also he mentoined that he wants an freshed baked buns as you give them to the butler he thanked you and leaved giving you a smile then he leaved with his bags after he leaved , you were left alone and you make your way to the kitchen to make the cherry pie and the other things he wanted from you , you papared the intgitedents for the pie , and you diced to make it , papering the things for the pie , as you were peraping the things, you give flour its shape and made it suitable so you can put it on its on iron shaped palate, as you finished putting the pie covering it with a thin balanket so no bugs wont lay on it, as you put the balanket on the pie so that no bugs could lay on it or leave thier dirt on it after all you worked so hard to make it and you also put it on the frige so it wont get rotten , as you put it on the frige, you felt proud of yourself that you manged to finish your tasks for today, you were quite tired and you wanted to rest a bit so you sit on the couch , trying to catch your breath and relax for a bit, as you were sitting on the couch, you opened the letter, you read it once again, you realized that master ciel wanted a pumking deseret as well so with that, you started to make the dessert as well, while the cheery pie rests , you started to make the pumking dessert and cutting the pumking and.pelling it its skin after that you put the pumking slices on the boiling pout , making them cook for an hour as they cook, you papered some nuts to sprinkle on the pumking pie dessert once you finish carcking the nuts,and turining them into a dust, you place them on a plate. You also checked your pumkings too, which they were done boiling so you take them out of the pout, and put some sugar on them then the nuts that you cracked and you turned into a dust, you spirnkle on them , making the dessert look more delicous, you put the dessert on the box and put it in the frige, letting it rest, as you were finished your work , you hoped that ciel would like the things you made for him, so as the hard working baker that you are , you start cleaning the kitchen which made you tired after cleaning it , you were so tired making his orders made you waste all your engery well so after you done cleaning the kitchen you make your way to your bed room, letting yourself sleep after working so hard today, as you lay down in the soft mattress, you closed your eyes and drift to the dream land as you sleep, you see him in front of you and he leans in and whispers softly.

#yandere sebastian #yandere stories #sebastian micheals x reader #black butler #sebastain michealis

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aemonds-wifey · 1 year

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A cheeky kiss

{for @moonchildrenandflowercrowns 🦋}

Summary : Your on a romantic date with Tom Glynn Carney

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“So….where next…?” Tom asked as he finished his glass of plum red wine

“Hmm” you hummed as you took a mouthful of cheesecake, you put the folk down and looked at Tom. As you ate it he smiled at you waiting for your response.

As you swallowed the black cherry and dark chocolate goodness you took a sip of wine “How about a walk or we could go for a drink somewhere?” You suggested

Tom kept his smile as he fished for his wallet in his back pocket “A walk sounds good…”

You watched as he found his wallet , opening it up and whipping out his card.

“What are you doing?” You asked

“Paying for dinner…” he said with a slight frown

“Why?” You asked

“Well because it would be extremely rude if we didn’t pay for that delicious meal…” he chuckled

“I know but I -“ you began

He reached over and clasped his hand over yours “I asked you out again…dinner is on me…” he smiled.

🔐💕

As you walked side by side through the empty streets , you felt a set of fingers lace with yours, squeezing them every so lightly- making you smile with a tender shyness, which also Made Tom grin a little.

He pointed towards the bridge “see over there” he said standing behind you lifting your hand with his.

“What is it?” You asked

He rested his head by your ear lobe “they have padlocks on the bridge…you etch your initials in it and lock it on the bridge wire….it’s called lovers Bridge.” He said

The exhale he took saw your hair dance against his breath, as it tickled your skins you felt slightly more aware of how close he was.

“Been there a few times have you?” You asked playfully nudging him.

“Nope. Always wanted to go though.” He said suggestively .

“Well then.” You said , holding his hand tighter and you both began to walk towards the bridge, as you walked together with a hand in his he occasionally side stepped to make a gap between you both but always bringing you back close to him. The way your clothes brushed against each other , it was electrifying and yet so magical .

As you got to the steps of the bridge he let go of your hand and took a step back “Ladies first…”

“Such a gent”

You said, catching a glimpse of his smirk as you went up the stairs first- he followed closely and when you got to the top of the bridge the view was glorious.

The city lights reflected so beautifully on the water that you stood above , elegant sharp blues mixed with bright reds and greens to make a canvas of art wriggle in the water. You were captivated by it , so much so you didn’t notice Tom produce a padlock from his pocket “Shall we?”

You turned to see him standing with a silly goofy expression holding the padlock, he held a sharpie pen in his hand and handed you the padlock. He leaned in and wrote his and your initials in on the metal, before dropping to his knee and locking it on the wire of the bridge.

“There we go …not bad eh?” He said grinning.

“Nice one Tom.”

As you looked down at the padlock he had placed , he gently swooped down and found his lips on yours. His lips were soft and sensual against you skin. He briefly broke apart to study your reaction, he cocked his head with a cheeky smile as he waited .

You simply leaned forward gently and kissed him. You both smiled against each other as he returned the affectionate kiss. As you both broke apart he kissed the corner of your lips and then the edge of your nose. Smiling once more as he wrapped you in his arms, leaning your forehead against his upper body. As he held you against him you felt the tender kiss against your head. Both of you enjoying the view you were graced with , in pure bliss enjoying the moment .

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#tom glynn carney fic #tom glynn carney #Tom Glynn carney one shot #Aegon #fix #date #house of the dragon hbo #dance of dragons #one shot

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eleanor-bradstreet · 8 months

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Okay, Stags intrigues me so much! Anything you can tell me about it? Thanks for playing, love!!

Hello and thank you again for the tag!

Ohoho, you hit the mother lode of smut 😅 Stags is the filthiest thing I'll ever write, no doubt. I'm itching to finish it after my Halloween fic and while LMBYA is rolling in the background. The premise is x Reader, where you are a lady of the night working in a classy London brothel frequented by....several men of the Bridgerton universe. Four parts, five gents - you do the math 😉 Filthy snippy below the cut!

Thank you for the ask - I think this one will be enjoyed 🤞

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This was frantic, a snarling whirlwind as you tore at each other’s clothing, mouths moaning and open, seeking the other’s flesh. You didn’t speak a single word of greeting or arrangement. You didn’t discuss any details. You both knew what you wanted and were taking it unapologetically. In a flurry of motion he lifted you, wrapped your legs around his waist and slammed you into the wall with enough force that one of the nearby paintings clattered to the floor. A shift of your dress, an angle of his hips and he plunged inside, a length and girth that left you breathless. You clung to his broad shoulders, reveling in how his muscles flexed as he held your thighs open to his onslaught. There was no build up. You were both ready and wanting and he worked to deliver your relief, hips snapping fast as he struck your hilt and started a delicious ache.

#answers from el #turn off the shame filter for this one

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kopykunoichi · 4 months

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Christy, by Catherine Marshall. Chapter 35 Excerpt (part 2)

Over the doctor’s shoulder I saw that Jeb Spencer had set the fiddle against his chest and was tuning up. Wraight Holt had joined him with a banjo. With twangy chords sliding into a fast jog and Jeb’s bow singing across the strings the music started. As in the past Uncle Bogg was in the middle of things ready to call the figures. I marveled that from all appearances the old man had recovered so quickly from his son’s murder. Or, I wondered, was this just another example of Uncle Bogg’s callousness? “Scrooch them settin’ chairs against the walls, boys. Gonna need a heap of room.” The old squire was clapping his hands. “Gyarner ’em in, folks. In—a—cir-cle. The Tenn’see Wag-on Wheel. Here—we—go!” The tune was the familiar “Skip to My Lou.” The music snaked across the floor, swirled around my ankles, set my toes to tapping. Dr. MacNeill saw. “Come on, Christy. Into the circle we go."

“Cir-cle left!” . . . Cir-cle right! . . . Swing your partner . . . Now . . .” The doctor was surprisingly nimble. I had never done much square dancing, so did not know all the intricate figures. But by whispered instruction and skillful leading, he was steering me with scarcely a step missed by either of us. The rhythm beat and surged around us. The man must have learned this dance in his cradle! “La-dies back . . . Gents to the cen-ter . . .” Close up, some of these men were a little pungent. Out behind the cabin or somewhere the jugs were being tilted. “With a Right Hand Wheel . . . And back the other way . . . With a Left Hand Wheel! . . . Pick up your partner!” The doctor’s strong arms lifted me off the floor as easily as if I had been a child. Whirl and twirl . . . bend and swing . . . round and round. The music was so delicious. It ached behind my eyes and pulled and titillated. “Swing your part-ner!”

I was spun through the air, blood racing with the music, aware of the doctor’s face close to mine, sometimes half-smiling, sometimes laughing, drawing me to him. “Right—left, Right—left . . . Right—left, Right—” “And now, once a-gain, swing your part-ner—Prom-e-nade!” We were making an arch with our raised arms and the couples were coming through. “Bend low! Through the tunnel. Follow the leader . . . Now for the Bas-ket . . . All to the center! . . . Ladies stay in and the gents come back!” This one was really ingenious. Soon I saw how “the basket” was made. Women in the inner circle joined hands raised; men in the outer circle ducking under. We were joining arms at waist level to circle the basket. As complicated and delightful as an old quilt pattern, I was thinking. The American frontier had its dangers and its hard work but it also had a rare talent for making its own fun. “Off the floor . . .” And the Tennessee Wagon Wheel ended.

I half collapsed against the wall. “You aren’t—breathless—a bit—” I chided Dr. MacNeill. “Used to it. Anyway that was only a middlin’ fast tune.” More music . . . Jeb had itchy fingers for his fiddle bow today. But no one was dancing this one, so I took it to be an in-between tune. In a rich baritone the doctor started singing the words:

Cheeks as red as a bloomin’ rose,

Eyes of the deepest brown,

You are the darlin’ of my heart,

Stay till the sun goes down.

All around us, voices picked up the song. Such an enigmatic look on the doctor’s face! What did that look mean?

Shady Grove, my little love,

Shady Grove, my dear,

Shady Grove, my little love,

I’m goin’ to leave you here.

Only a song, but why did he keep his eyes on my face? “I’m thirsty,” I said abruptly—and turned toward the one sawhorse table left pushed against the wall. There were pitchers of spring water and what looked like several kinds of fruit juice. I poured a little of one and gingerly tasted it. Raspberry juice, I thought. It was refreshing. So I poured a full glass.

#christy #catherine marshall #christy huddleston #neil macneill #neil x christy #MacChristy #christy: chapter 35 #the doc can dance #christy is flummoxed by his endless enigmatic looks #one of these re-reads I'm going to track how many times she uses that word to describe the look on Neil's face when he's studying Christy #somehow i don't think that juice is just juice

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queensknight87 · 5 months

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realveronicafalcon #whywomenkill holiday lunch! Thanks #marccherry for a delicious lunch and for getting us together at the table. These ladies and gentlemen are fabulous, we missed some of our cast cause they were out of town, next time for sure. Happy holidays!! Loved seeing you all! @lanaparrilla @virginiawms @cannonbk @kerryromalley @jordanechristie and #marccherry we missed you @allison_tolman @thejessicaphillips @friedgold @matthewdaddario @davidwarrendirector and @eileen.galindo #whywomenkill #castmates #holidayspirit #ladieswholunch ...and gents too

#lana parrilla #veronica falcón #why women kill #alison tolman #allison tolman

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afoolandathief · 1 year

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15 Character questions

Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer, thanks!

Tagging @fearofahumanplanet, @thegreatobsesso, @jezifster, @kudzucataclysm, @flowerprose, @artbyeloquent, @captain-kraken, @blind-the-winds and anyone else who would like to join!

I went with both Jade and Caz for this one. This got really, really long, so I'm putting this under the cut:

Are you named after anyone?

Jade: Well, my middle name is Elizabeth, after my mom. Jade was just a pretty rock my mom decided to name me for. Caz: I'm named for my grandfather, as well as a Polish king.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Caz: Oh, well, likely ages ago, when - Jade: It was last week. Caz: Excuse me, Shaw? Jade: You're either a liar or you don't remember. Last week when you got drunk and spilled pig's blood on your tie. You were bawling. Caz: Okay fine, when was the last time you cried? Jade: When I was 17 and my mom died. Can we move on?

3. Do you have kids?

Jade: No but I have my pets: my two cats Ada and Lovelace, my gecko Newton, and my tarantula Hypatia, who's also my familiar. Caz: Jesus, Shaw, that doesn't count. Anyway, it's a no for me. I'm always very careful not to let that happen. Jade: Huh. Caz: What now, Shaw? Jade: No, it's just, you seem to be really good with kids, in the few times we've interacted with them. Caz: Trust me, Jade, someone like me should not be a parent.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Caz: Nah, I can get by on my charm just fine. Jade: Well, that's a fucking lie. You can be such a sarcastic bitch, Caz, especially when you're hungry. Caz: Well, what about you, Shaw? Jade: Noooo, I'm never sarcastic at all.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Jade: I am, um, not great at looking directly at people. A lot of the time I first sort of go over what they're wearing, what they're holding. Caz: Since I became a vampire, their smell. Humans have a distinct scent. Not to scare ya, but usually a delicious scent.

6. What's your eye color?

Caz: Silver. But when I was human I had some gorgeous blue eyes. And golden hair. And rosy cheeks. I mean, can't say I'm not popular with the ladies and gents now, but back then I was hot. Jade: Ugh, they're brown. Caz: Well, don't say it like that Shaw. Your eyes are, ya know, warm. Like whiskey. Jade: Thank you for comparing my eyes to a type of alcohol, Caz. Next question.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Jade: When I was in high school I was kind of obsessed with being edgy and watching horror movies — the more obscure and bloodier, the better. But lately I've been marathoning Miyazaki films with Violet. It's been ... nice. Huh, you know who you remind me of, Caz? No-Face. Caz: I don't know what the fuck that means, but I'm guessing you're trying to insult me. Anyway, I don't like movies with a lot of gore, but they also don't have to end happily. Give me a good story, especially a good love story. My favorite films are Casablanca and Titanic since — pula mea, Jade, don't smirk at me like that!

8. Any special talents?

Caz: I've been told I have a decent singing voice, and I can play quite a few instruments. And I'm double-jointed (extra bendy, if ya know what I mean). And there's the also the shapeshifting and hypnosis, I suppose. Jade: Uh, the ability to see the future, I guess?

9. Where were you born?

Jade: A health clinic in Moapa. Caz: My family home outside of Bistrița.

10. What are your hobbies?

Caz: Listening to music, playing music, singing, and I'm also an excellent dancer. And I like to cook. Mostly blood-based recipes, but I always treat my guests to a nice breakfast in the morning, if ya know what I mean. Jade: Caz, we always know what you mean. Anyway, I don't know if I have many hobbies. I'm pretty busy. I used to play bass, and I like to draw.

11. Have you any pets?

Jade: Well, I already talked about them, but do you want to see this video Hypatia eating a - Caz *shuddering*: La naiba, Jade, no one wants to see that creepy-crawly! Jade: Oh fuck off, blood boy. Caz: Anyway, I used to have this dog, Boian. Huge, white fellow, who could fight off bears and wolves and helped me watch the sheep. Jade: Wait, you were a shepherd? Caz: Next question, please.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

Caz: Besides some wrestling I used to do in my village, I'm not one for sports. But have I mentioned I'm an excellent dancer? Jade: Yes, you have. And, um, I'm not great at sports either. I used to skateboard a lot as a teenager. And I go for jogs in the desert. Caz: Ya know, maybe I should start working out again. Break out the ol' sweatband and cassette walkman. Jade: Holy fuck, I forgot how old you are.

13. How tall are you?

Jade: 5'7" Caz *smiling smugly*: 6'4" Jade: Caz, it's not 1500 or whatever anymore. It's not that impressive.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Caz: Well, we didn't really have school where I grew up, but shortly after I was turned I went to Constantinople and studied under several tutors there. I excelled in languages. Always have. Jade: It might be kind of obvious since my PhD is gonna be in stats, but math.

15. Dream job?

Jade: Once I get my PhD I'm going to apply to be a professor. Research, teaching people at a distance with limits on when and where they can talk to me? That's the dream. Caz: I, uh, can I skip this one? Most jobs don't apply to me anyway, with the whole can't-go-out-during-the-day thing. Jade: Caz, come on, I've seen you both get shot and sing Don't Stop Me Now at the top of your lungs during karaoke night. You can't be scared of this. Caz: Fine. Well, I couldn't take this job anyway, but I've always liked to be a professor, too. Of linguistics. I have a lot of first-hand knowledge on the last 600 years of Indo-European languages, after all. We could even teach at the same place together! Jade: Wow, I never knew that. Caz: Yeah, I've dreamed about it quite a bit. Jade: Well, maybe if you - Wait, when you say dream, do you mean -? Caz: Fantasies of hot grad students unable to resist a tweed-covered Professor Mraz? Jade: I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.

#tag game #15 questions #something wicked #jade shaw #caz mraz #tw: language #tw: alcohol mention #tw: death mention #tw: blood mention #tw: food mention #tw: sex mention

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thissmallplace · 1 year

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Thunder In The Land Of The Sun

Chapter 2

(There is bilangual Spanish-English conversation here. The Spanish version is shown in between slashes (//).)

The town square was picturesque and there were trees and carefully kept flowerbeds all over it. Thor noticed some older women looking at him in shock and confusion.

"Fear not!" Thor said. It was a mistake. That is what biblical angels say everytime they have to talk to humans and it had an immediate effect in the elderly church ladies who crossed themselves quickly, one of them even fell to her knees.

"¡M'hijo, ve a la iglesia y trae al padre! ¡Un angel bajó del cielo!/Child, go to the church and bring the priest! An angel has come down from heaven!/" One of the women told a young boy who was standing near her.

"No es un angel, abuelita. /He's not an angel, grandma./" A teenage girl said."Es Thor. ¡Es el Vengador más poderoso!/He's Thor. He's the most powerful Avenger!/" She explained and grinned delightedly.

Thor regretted not having changed into Midgardian clothes then. He walked toward the confused, kneeling woman and very gently took her arm and lifted her up on her feet.

"/Mi señora, por favor, no hay necesidad de incarse. Yo...sólo soy un visitante amistoso. La joven doncella tiene razón. Soy Thor Odinson. Vine...vine a ayudar a su gente a mantener la paz y seguridad en su hermoso reino./

My lady, please, there's no need to kneel. I'm...just a friendly visitor. The young maiden is right. I am Thor Odinson. I...I came to help your people keep peace and safety in your beautiful realm." He explained.

The elderly lady looked up at Thor in awe and fear, but when he smiled kindly at her she relaxed and shyly smiled back at him.

"¿Estamos en peligro? ¿Viniste a protegernos? /

Are we in danger? Did you come here to protect us?/" The young girl asked Thor as more and more people gathered around, curious about their visitor.

"/Por ahora están a salvo. Pero siempre pueden llamarme y vendré aquí a ayudarlos, mis amigos midgardianos./

For now, you are safe. But you can always call me and I'll be here to help you, my Midgardian friends." Thor said.

The priest had come and looked half impressed and half angry at Thor.

"/¡Oiga, usted no puede venir a decirles que le recen a usted. Esta gente ya cree en el único Dios verdadero!/

Listen, you can't come to tell them to pray to you! These people already believe in the only one true God!" The priest said with a slightly shaky, angry voice.

"/Mi buen sacerdote, puede que usted esté un poco confundido. No hay un sólo dios. ¡Conozco a muchos dioses y diosas!/

My good priesr, you might be a little confused. I know many gods and goddesses!" Thor replied with a soft smile."/Sé de su dulce dios de la paz, el amor y la carpinteria. Puedo ver que es amado y adorado aquí./

I know of your sweet god of peace, love, and carpentry. I see he is loved and worshipped here." He added.

"/ Nosotros los dioses tenemos, cada uno, nuestras propias responsanbilidades. Yo, por mi parte, soy el dios del rayo y trueno, del cielo, la fertilidad y la agricultura. Y estoy seguro que su dios los cuida también./

We gods all have our own responsibilities. I, myself, am god of thunder, the sky, fertility and agriculture. I am sure your god looks after you, as well."

Before the priest could say anything else, a young man got closer to Thor. He was rather short so he had to tilt his head back to look at Thor's face while standing close to him, but his deep, firm voice was clearly heard by the blond, smiling god.

"Sir...your highness...Mister." He said a little nervously." Would you like us to show you around town?" The youth was nervous and excited. Two other young people came closer and they didn't hide the admiration in their dark eyes.

"Call me Thor." He said as he smiled at the young Midgardians he found so endearing."I would love to see your town. And I'd be grateful if you led me to the place where they are cooking whatever it is that smells delicious."

The young people agreed immediately and guided Thor to a small restaurant that was bright and welcoming with some colourful decoration. Thor hummed because the intense aroma of good cooking was much more intense there. Three women and a man came out of the kitchen and the elderly gentleman behind the counter dropped the notebook and pen in his hands when he saw Thor standing there by one of their tables.

Thor squatted to pick the pen and notebook up and handed them back to the elderly man.

"¡Jesucristo salvador! /Jesus Christ our saviour!/" The man exclaimed because he recognised Thor from the news.

"My apologies, sir, but, that's not I." Thor said in Spanish while looking at the man, confused by what he had exclaimed.

"No, no, claro que no eres Jesús. Eres uno de Los Vengadores. Eres Thor, el vikingo del espacio /No, no, of course you're not Jesus. You are one of The Avengers. You're Thor, the space viking!" The man grinned at Thor and familiarly patted on Thor's arm.

Well, Thor found that really warm and welcoming and he beamed friendily at the man.

"My friend, would it be possible for us to taste the tempting dishes you're preparing in your kitchens?" Thor asked.

"Of course!" The man said and then he greeted the young people who had guided Thor there.

In almost no time Thor found himself sitting comfortably at a table with a view of the busy street. He was surrounded by his self-appointed tour guides and smiling and thanking gracefully when the servers came bringing him some "café de olla" with cinnamon and brown sugar, a large plate of green chilaquiles with fried eggs, a bowl with colourful fresh fruit salad, a pitcher of bright orange juice and a tray of tempting "pan dulce".

The young people and the restaurant owner tried not to stare at Thor but they were eager to see his reaction when he tasted the food. The fruit was more familiar, Stark kept his kitchens well stocked, but the fruit in the bowl seemed fresher and sweeter. He was particularly delighted by the mangoes. He took a sip of the orange juice and hummed in approval. It was like drinking syrupy sunshine. When he took his first bite of chilaquiles his eyes widened.

"Oh, my friends, this is some hearty delight!" Thor exclaimed."Another!" He added jokingly and then he looked at the woman who had brought him more orange juice." My lady, what is your name?" He asked her.

"Guadalupe... me dicen Lupita. /Guadalupe...they call me Lupita/" She replied shyly and a little nervously.

"My lady Lupita, would it be all right if I asked you for some more of your wonderful, spicy chilaquiles?" Thor asked her.

The woman's face lit up with a bright, proud smile and she herself went to the kitchen to bring Thor another steamy plate of green chilaquiles.

Meanwhile Thor was chatting with the young people and sharing his meal with them. One of the girls had brought in two musicians. One played the guitar and the other played the accordion and they sang and played some songs for Thor and his friendly companions.

"Le vamos a cantar el corrido de Los Vengadores, mi jefe./We're going to sing The Avengers corrido, boss./" The older musician told Thor who stopped eating to listen attentively to them.

Thor clapped enthusiastically when the song was over and stood up to go and shake hands with the musicians.

"You are excellent bards. You'd be very welcome and praised in any of the best Asgardian taverns and inns!" He congratulated the musicians. He made a gesture for them to wait and gave each a bag full of heavy Asgardian gold coins as a tip.

"It's what you Midgardians call gold. I think you can exchange it for goods." Thor explained. The musicians thanked him gracefully and left trying not to look too excited about the little fortune they had just been given by Thor.

After enjoying his meal Thor paid the restaurant owners with more gold coins and took his leave. A group of excited and curious Midgardians walked with him to the outskirts of the small town.

"¡Te habías de quedar, mi buen Thor! ¡Quédese, compa'! / You should stay, my good Thor! Stay, buddy!" A man wearing a cowboy hat told Thor and he patted Thor's arm.

"I like your attire, my friend." Thor gestured to the man's hat. "I promise I'll come back soon to visit your town." Thor shook the man's hand and, before taking off with Mjolnir, he posed for selfies with everyone.

Thor took off with Mjolnir and traveled down to the Capital, Mexico City. Traveling alone was both soothing and terrible for him. Being alone was always like after the ordeal with the dark elves. Feeling weightless, airborne, looking at the sky and the distant ground made him feel numb. But the terrible part was that his memories were relentlessly there, the loss, the excruciating grief.

Being surrounded by mortals, helping them, knowing them better, protecting them, all that kept him busy and made him feel a warmth that had kept him sane. But when he saw them among their loved ones, when he saw parents reunited with their children, siblings holding each other, crying tears of joy to see their brothers or sisters safe and sound, Thor's heart sank and he felt a deep pain a thousand times repeated.

He was admiring the colourful land underneath him as he flew over it, letting the wind dry his tears. The turmoil in his heart was affecting the weather. The brilliant blue sky started darkening with the quickly gathering clouds. A storm started a few seconds after Thor approached a high, snow-capped moutain not too far north of Mexico City.

Thor wasn't summoning lightning, lightning wasn't emanating from him either and he distinctly noticed how the lightning seemed to come from earth, from that high mountain.

And then the lightning aimed at him. It didn't hurt Thor at all. He absorbed its power. At first he thought it was a strange coincidence, but when more and more rays were aimed at him he knew someone down there in the mountain was shooting lightning at him.

He flew down until he got close enough to see his attacker in his magnificent attire which included a beautiful helmet decorated with long, blue and turquoise feathers.

To be continued...

#fic: thunder in the land of the sun #my fic #thor odinson #loki #thor #thor and loki #thor feels #loki odinson

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Dinner or a Show, Part 3 (END)

The continuation of the Dinner or a Show short...

Title: Dinner or a Show, Part 3 (THE END) Word Count: 1272 Characters: the Lady, the Thin Man, the Maw Crew CW: Heavy Language Use

The Thin Man stepped out the elevator and entered one of the main halls that lead to the kitchen area. He goal was to first tell the crew that he was in charge for the night. If that went as well as he hoped, the rest of the night should go smoothly. But, he knew he was still generally unliked by the the Maw Crew. Even with the Lady's words, he imagined this was going to be a uphill battle convincing them.

He ducked his head as he passed through a water-tight door. The delicious smells of cooked foods and lively chatter greeted him before he could make his appearance. As soon as he came into view, the warmth from both turned to quick iciness.

"You..." The Janitor sneered at the sound of the Thin Man's approaching.

"Da' fuck you doin' here?" One of the Twin Chefs stood up with a knife in hand.

"Gents...hi." The Thin Man held up his hands defensively. "The Mistress has asked me to take charge of tonight's shift."

"Why?" the other Chef asked quickly, "The fuck happened to her?" The rest of them rose from their seats, ready to pounce, in case he said the wrong answer.

"Nothing," the Thin Man answered calmly, "She's fine. She just wants to see me in pain as I try and succeed at doing her job." The crew didn't seem to like his response. "If I tell you we have a bet, does that change anything?"

"No," the Janitor and the Twin Chefs answered collectively.

"Guys. You know what...how competitive we are. She thinks she can do my job, and I think I can do her job. We just want to see which one of us fails first."

"So, where is the Mistress?" the Janitor growled.

"In Pale City," the Thin Man replied, "Trying to do my job. I'm here to do hers, but better."

"But, the Mistress didn't tell us about this..."

"It was a spontaneous thing." The Thin Man watched the three of them turn away and mutter something amongst themselves. "What?"

"Well..." started one Chef.

"Usually when the boss leaves, we have to put in the fail-safes in check," his Twin finished, "You know, just in case the ship sinks."

"The ship will sink?" the Thin Man asked, half alarmed and half with skepticism.

"Yes," the Janitor snapped, "Literally, in this case. I better get the Old Hag." He hopped down from his seat and hurried to the exit.

"Wait-" The Thin Man stepped forward suddenly. "What do you mean "literally"? The Maw will literally sink without her? Like...SPLOSH!...will actually submerge itself underwater?"

"Yes, you idiot!" The Janitor whirled around and barred his teeth. "I've tried to patch all the holes, but it's the Lady's magic that keeps us afloat. Why do you think she always makes sure things are okay here before you steal her away from us?"

The Thin Man was taken aback from this fact. He always thought the Lady was being overly diligent with her duties before she came over. He quickly thought if he could use his powers to keep the Maw afloat, but it wouldn't work. His abilities were too different from hers. "It's just for an hour or so, though..."

"Still more than enough damage done to the ship without the fail-safes," the Janitor replied quietly.

The Thin Man sighed. If anything happened to the Maw, he'll have to pay more than refunds. "Fine, I'll go get her." He turned to head back to the Residency. "Hope she doesn't think I gave up so easily..."

Once he was back upstairs, the Thin Man heard the gross sounds of sobbing. "Mistress?" He doubled his step to the source of the sound and found the Lady sitting in a fetal position near the t.v. He moved swiftly to her side and knelt down to touch her shoulders. The Lady gasped and flinched away fiercely. "Hey! Hey, it's just me..."

The Lady's face was runny and ruined. The Thin Man was alarmed by the distraught look in her eyes. "What happened?" He took a seat next to her on the floor, folding his long legs close to his chest.

The Lady held back a snivel and shook her head violently.

The Thin Man held her face in his hands. "Dearest, what happened?" He had never seen the Lady cry before...not like this. It scared him. When she didn't answer the second time, he repeated his question again, sterner but not too aggressively.

"N-Nothing," she finally coughed out, "I just..." The Lady wiped away her tears with her hands and sleeves.

The Thin Man backed away to give her space. He didn't want to press her, but his anger started to bubble. "What did they do to you?"

"Nothing!" The Lady held her knees close to her chest. "You really do that all day?"

"What?"

"The..." She pointed to her eye with a shaky finger. "Eye-Mind thing." Tears started to stream down again.

"What Eye-Mind thing?" the Thin Man asked.

"The thing!" the Lady shouted hysterically, "Where they replay what happened in the last episode!"

It took a second, but he got it. "Oh that...fuck." The Thin Man clenched his hand into a fist and looked away in anger. "They shouldn't have done that. They didn't need to. All you needed to do was create a new episode from scratch. Fuck..." A tiny jolt of electricity raced around his body, a clear sign he was angry by this.

"They wanted consistency." The Lady looked away, too; and wiped away some more tears. "How have you not gone mad from that?"

"Oh, I have," the Thin Man answered quickly, "On more than one occasion. The Eyes help me keep track of things, but even they get things confused. Some details get mixed up with different shows, story lines change or end up going to other characters; it's just madness in the long run."

"And Mono has to inherit that!?" the Lady exclaimed.

"Why do you think I work so hard trying to keep him from the worst of it?" The Thin Man looked at the Lady sadly. "It's one of the reasons why you're do important to me. Before you, I had all that running in my mind all the time. With you, I actually get a break from that. You literally keep me grounded."

The Lady smiled at the sincerity in his voice. "You sad boy. Okay, you have the worst job." She laughed at the end.

"Maybe," the Thin Man smiled more at her laugh than winning, "I wasn't allowed to get to your job. Apparently, the Maw will literally sink without you and your magic."

The Lady blinked. "Oh...yeah. I forgot about that." She saw him purse his lips. "Oh, stop. You would have been fine."

"Roger says otherwise," he joked. Then, the Thin Man leaned in closer to the Lady, and brought her knuckles close to his lips. He gave her a quick, soft kiss. "Truce?"

The Lady gave him a glance. She took back her hand and rested her head on his shoulder. "Fine. You can get the stupid bunny costume."

"I think we both lost in this regard, dearest." The Thin Man wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I could pay the refunds, but I think this needs more than that."

"Hmmm..." The Lady laced her fingers into his, and gave his hand a squeeze. "Spend the night?" she asked.

"Here?" The Thin Man thought it over, but there wasn't much to debate against it. "Sure..."

The two sat on the floor in easy silence, enjoying the company.

#little nightmares #the Lady #the Thin Man #dream granted #short dapples

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sheerfreesia007 · 1 year

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Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 21

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 21

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,009

Warnings: Harassment, Cynthia

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @a-gent-galahad

The evening was just starting to creep in on the busy day as Cynthia parked her freshly washed and waxed Aston Martin Vantage convertible in one of the designated spots for the HOA board members. She smirked as she saw all the heads of the younger men in the neighborhood turn to stare at her car. Slowly slipping out of the vehicle elegantly she managed to make her movements as sultry as possible while she smirked knowing that the men weren’t only appreciating the car. She beeped the lock before sauntering up the sidewalk towards the front doors of the clubhouse.

Her eyes roved around the parking lot idly as she walked trying to see if Jack was anywhere around. She hadn’t seen him in a long time and needed her fix of that delicious man. Opening the doors she spotted a few of the neighbors loitering in the front foyer of the clubhouse outside the main room where meetings and parties were held. She kept her head tilted up as she passed them knowing she didn’t have any spare time for them.

Entering the main room she smirked importantly to herself as she watched Diane come rushing over to her from wherever she had been. Cynthia’s eyes continued to travel around the room looking at all the people who had already gathered for tonight’s meeting. She was surprised by how packed it seemed already but she figured it was due to tonight being the start of the re-election season. Cynthia wasn’t worried about her spot as she was always re-elected but there was going to be an empty spot that she knew a lot of the neighbors would want Bunny to fill. Cynthia was prepared to do everything that she could to prevent the woman from taking that spot. She couldn’t afford to have Bunny on the HOA board if she wanted to get rid of those eyesore playgrounds that littered the community.

Just then Cynthia spotted Jack standing half way across the large room with his back to her, he was talking to someone but Cynthia could care less as she began to saunter over to him with an extra swing in her hips. She focused solely on him as she moved across the room with a purpose, she watched as Jack’s posture straightened as she approached and smiled coyly up at him as her hand fell to his elbow and then traveled up his arm when she came to his side.

“Good evening Jack.” she cooed at him and Cynthia watched as Jack frowned softly at her words, she scowled softly at his reaction before schooling her features back into an enticing look. He turned to her and smiled tightly down at her while nodding his head shortly.

“Evenin’ Cynthia.” he said in greeting without any warmth that Cynthia craved from him. She internal raged at the fact that he was so standoffish with her. He didn’t respond to any of her advances and it drove her absolutely mad. Jack seemed to be the only man that hadn’t reciprocated her attention and it was unheard of to her. Just then Cynthia noticed that his eyes were surveying the room behind her and she tried to draw his attention back to herself as she pressed her elbows under her breasts so that they strained against her dress. Jack suddenly lit up and Cynthia began to flutter her lashes at him while simpering hoping that he was finally giving her the attention she solely deserved. But the bottom of her world fell through when Jack called out to someone behind her. “Bunny! Es! Over here ladies! Excuse me Cynthia.” Jack said dismissively as he side stepped her and walked over to Bunny and his daughter as they entered the room together.

Cynthia turned and watched Jack walk over to the two of them and felt the rage begin to fill her slowly as if it was pouring into her. She gritted her teeth and began to breathe heavily as she watched Jack embrace both of them. Red began to creep into her vision as she watched Jack wrap his arms around Bunny in a warm hug that was reciprocated by Bunny who laughed softly at his antics while he talked animatedly to both of them.

“Cynthia, they’re going to start the meeting soon.” Diane said softly and Cynthia whirled around angrily on her friend before huffing loudly and stalked over to the front table to take her seat. Plopping down in her chair her eyes followed Jack, his daughter and Bunny as they moved to where Jack had been earlier at the opposite side of the room from where Cynthia sat. Crossing her arms over her chest she glared at Bunny heatedly, just then she watched as Bunny looked down at her phone with a frown forming on her face. Understanding dawned on Cynthia and an evil smirk slowly crept across her face as she watched Bunny continue to glance at her phone with a frown.

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“I would like to nominate Bunny for the open position on the board.” Penny Rogers spoke up as she stood from her seat. “I feel like she has the whole community’s best interests at heart and would steer the community in the right way that would work well with the residents and the board members. Plus she’s crafty and thrifty so her skills there would be a benefit for the board.” Penny explained eloquently and Bunny smiled softly at her friend as she sat back down in her seat.

“Anyone want to second Bunny’s nomination?” asked one of the board members. Bunny watched as Sarah raised her hand and stood from her seat.

“I would like to second Bunny’s nomination. I agree with all the points that Penny brought up and I’d like to add that Bunny is a key member of our community, she has helped run numerous events that we have held. And she has been in charge of the landscaping of the flowerbeds every year since she moved here. I think it would be remiss of the board to not choose her as a board member.” Sarah explained and Bunny smiled widely up at her before she sat back down on Bunny’s right. Esme squirmed in her seat on Bunny’s right and grabbed Bunny’s hand hurriedly in her excitement.

The audience all murmured their agreement with Sarah’s words and Bunny felt her phone vibrate once more in her pocket. Huffing softly she fished it out and stared down at the phone screen for a moment. Her happy warm moment that Sarah and Penny had formed for her suddenly came crashing down as she saw the words, Zoe it’s Tim. C’mon you can’t keep ignoring me. Bunny felt as if the world had suddenly gone silent and that she was deaf as she realized who had been sending her texts for the better part of today. It had been an unknown number and she hadn’t responded at all to any of the messages thankfully but now that she knew who it was it was almost as if her reality had shattered.

“Bunny!” hissed Sarah and Bunny shook her head as if she was clearing away the visceral image that text message had given her before looking up to the front table where one of the board members was staring at her expectantly.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” she asked with uncertainty and Cynthia scoffed loudly from her chair.

“See! She’s not even paying attention! She shouldn’t be on the board at all.” Cynthia cried indignantly and Bunny frowned softly at the woman.

“Bunny, do you accept these nominations for the board member position?” asked the member again.

“Yes, I do accept them.” Bunny said confidently as she scowled at Cynthia who glared back at her with a slight smirk on her face. She knew that the woman didn’t want her on the board of members because of their rift between each other but she didn’t think that the woman would actively try to block her. Rolling her eyes gently she knew she should’ve realized that Cynthia would do this.

“Then we have our first nomination of Bunny for board member. Do we have any other nominations?” asked the leader of the board as he looked around the room.

“I nominate Diane Wilson.” Cynthia spoke up and nodded her head at her friend who was sitting in the audience in front of her.

“Anyone to second Diane’s nomination?” asked the leader and Bunny watched in shock as no one raised their hand to second Diane’s nomination. She felt a little bad for the woman who looked around the room eagerly before deflating as she saw that no one was going to second her nomination. Bunny moved to raise her hand and was stopped by Sarah’s soft hand as she gently shook her head at Bunny.

“Cynthia would just make it more difficult for you to win if you seconded Diane’s nomination. Plus Cynthia should get some karma for trying to block you from the board spot.” Sarah said softly as a grimace fell on her face. “It’s sad that she’s going to just throw her friend into this situation but that’s Cynthia’s doing. You don’t need to make it better for Diane at your disadvantage.” Sarah explained softly and Bunny reluctantly agreed with her as she nodded her head gently.

“I’ll second Diane’s nomination.” said one of the other board members at the side of the table with Cynthia. Cynthia was nodding her head at their words as she smirked at Bunny from her seat. Bunny’s phone vibrated again and she looked down to see that Tim had texted her again, sighing softly she quickly opened her phone and muted his text messages not ready to deal with him just yet. She knew it would take an emergency therapy session before she would be able to handle dealing with his text messages let alone responding at all. She would have to pull out her restraining order paperwork and see what the terms were, she wondered if a call to her lawyer would be a good idea too.

“Hey Bunny, you coming?” Jack asked, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked up from her phone to him and saw him watching her with a look of concern on his face. Everyone was leaving the clubhouse since the meeting was over. Bunny nodded her head and stood from her chair before following Esme and Jack out of the clubhouse. “Hey, so I know we need to have a conversation.” Jack said softly as they all began walking down the sidewalk towards their houses, Esme skipping ahead a little bit giving the two of them an ounce of privacy. Bunny’s eyes darted over to him to see that he was rubbing the back of head as he stared down at the ground while they walked next to each other.

“Yeah, we should definitely talk.” Bunny agreed softly as her eyes darted over to Esme to keep an eye on her as they all moved down the sidewalk. Her mind was still buzzing with the text messages from Tim and what she needed to do to handle that. So her mind wasn’t fully on what Jack was talking about. “But it’s going to have to wait, something just came up and I have to focus on that right now. We’re okay, just hit a little snag.” Bunny said reassuringly to him as her mind began to organize everything that she needed to do in regards to her ex-husband.

“Oh, okay. Is everything okay? Anything I can help with?” Jack asked surprised as he turned his head to her.

“No, no. I’ve got it taken care of. Just a little bit of a nuisance.” Bunny said, shaking her head. “But we’ll find time to talk just not right now.” Jack nodded his head at her words before the two of them fell silent as they continued to their houses both lost in their own thoughts.

#my writing #kingsman the golden circle #flilo #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x ofc

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