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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months

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Torn II

Kewis x Child!Reader

Summary: Being sick is never fun

With Mommy now playing for West Ham, it means you get to hang out with Harper.

Harper's not as rough as you and Mommy always has to remind you not to be so rough with your playing in case you both get hurt. Harper doesn't seem to mind though because she always gives you a little kiss hello and goodbye at the end of the day.

Harper's mommy Mini tries to stop her a few days ago because she caught an illness from kindie but she wasn't quick enough.

"No," Your Mommy says firmly when you lean in to kiss Harper's cheek too," Harper's sick remember?"

You grumble a little bit but don't argue, content with just being allowed to hold Harper's hand in yours as you all troop out to the cars. You wave goodbye to her as Mommy bundles you into your car seat.

Mom is already at home when you get there and you try to run off to greet her but Mommy snags you by the back of your shirt.

"Remember," She says," Slow and careful."

You huff but nod, moving slowly like you're a T-Rex stalking its prey.

Mom smiles at you. "Come on, Chook," She cajoles," You can move faster than that."

You snap into action faster than Mommy can stop you and you crash into her.

Mom laughs and lifts you up.

You whine a little wiggling away and she frowns.

She lifts up your shirt and sighs. "Did you fall again today, Chook?"

"Was playing with Harper!" You reply," Was only a little fall!"

"Well, that's not a little bruise. Kristie! Can you chuck me the bruise cream? Chook's got herself hurt again!"

"Doesn't hurt," You deny. You try to squirm away but Mom lathers cream all down your side. You stop fighting a little quicker than usual though because out of nowhere your head starts aching.

Mom adjusts her positioning so her knee is properly stretched out as Mommy comes to sit down on your other side, letting you sip from her drink.

You grow bored of hanging out with your moms though and squirm out of your seat to go and find Helen and your dinosaurs.

Your head starts pounding on and off for the rest of the day and you push your food around your plate even if it's one of your favourites.

Mommy tries to change you into your Spinosaurus onesie but it's much too hot for you and you keep pulling the zip down no matter how many times Mommy pulls it back up again.

In the end, Mom makes Mommy change you into pyjamas that you only really wear when it's stupidly hot but they're still dinosaur themed so you like them.

"Stop touching it," Mommy says sternly when she notices you poking your bruise.

You don't understand why she gets so annoyed. Bruises are super cool and this one has gone a really dark purple colour. Mommy gets worried when bruises are like that so you stop poking and prodding at it even though Mom's laughing at it all.

Your nose feels kind of runny and you swipe at it before Mommy can see.

Mommy worries a lot. She worries even more now that Mom hurt her knee so you go to bed without telling her about your achy head, your runny nose and your scratchy throat.

Tomorrow's her day off anyway so it's meant to be the day that Mommy can relax.

That's why when you wake up the day after feeling so much worse than before, you don't tell anyone.

You sit in your play corner where you can keep an eye on Mom and play with your dinosaurs. Helen mews softly as she approaches, headbutting you in the arm before sitting down next to you.

You tickle her behind the ears but your arm feels a bit heavy and you drop it to the ground. Your other arm feels heavy so you stop playing with it too.

In the end, you just sit facing the wall, staring at your dinosaurs and making up a story in your head.

Sam narrows her eyes as she watches you, staring. You don't move for a long while and if it wasn't for the small rise and a fall of your shoulders, she'd have thought that you'd fallen asleep then and there.

You're being a little strange today. You hadn't woken up early like you usually did on days off. You hadn't come running in demanding someone play with you outside or squirmed away when Kristie inspected your bruise at breakfast.

It was out of character for you and Sam can do nothing but stare as Kristie blows out her nose next to her. She must have caught something off Mini at practice.

Sam knew Harper had been ill recently and it all begins to make sense.

Everything happens at once. Your bad behaviour suddenly has an explanation just as you convulse suddenly in your play corner.

Helen meows loudly, jumping up and running away as the sound of something wet hits the carpet.

You burst into tears.

Sam stands up too quickly and falls back onto the sofa as her knee radiates pain in protest.

Kristie surges up too, perhaps too fast as well because her head throbs but she's really the only uninjured person in the house.

You've thrown up all over the carpet and your favourite dinosaurs. It runs down your chin and you sob.

"Oh, Chook," Sam says, stubbornly getting up again and reaching for her crutches," It's okay. Don't cry."

Kristie makes quick work of taking your top off and then your bottoms even though her own medicine hasn't kicked in yet and her head still aches like hell. You've clearly gotten the worst version of this sickness.

You just sob harder, blabbing and gagging when you realise that you've got the same taste of sick in your mouth. "No, no," You say when Mommy begins to walk you into the bathroom, "Mom-Mom...Her knee hurts."

"I think you're the priority here, Chook," Mommy says but you shake your head as she pops you into the bath and turns on the taps," Mom's a big girl. She can take care of her own knee right now."

"No...No! You help Mom's knee! I'm not sick! Was an accident!"

Mommy just hums as she gently washes your face with a flannel.

Mom pops her head in through the door.

"I've got medicine for her and her Stegosaurus towel."

Mommy takes it. "Go and sit down, Sam," She orders," Take some painkillers and ice your knee."

"I'll clean up the sick first."

"I'll do it," Mommy insists. She plucks you out of the bath and puts your towel over your head. It's a bit like your onesie where it's got a hood that makes you actually look like a stegosaurus. You really love it but today you couldn't care less.

Mommy flips the hood up and you gag again.

You're moved quickly over the toilet and you throw up inside of it.

Tears prick in your eyes when you notice Mom still standing there. She goes to reach for you, to bend her knee but Mommy blocks her way.

"Go, Sam," She says," Go to bed and ice your knee. You're not any use to me right now. I'll send Chook to you once she's ready." She takes the medicine from Mom's hand and all but pushes her out the door.

"Sorry, Mommy," You say through your tears," Didn't mean to."

Mommy softens considerably from when she was dealing with Mom and she rubs your back as you weakly gag over the toilet bowl and nothing but bile comes up.

"Don't say sorry, Chook," She says to you," This isn't your fault. It's just bad timing is all, no one's angry."

"You were angry at Mom," You say, crying much harder than before," 'S your day off. You have to look after Mom. Sorry I made it harder."

Kristie's own nose is blocked and stuffy and her head pounds in agony (although she knows the medicine should start kicking in soon) but she still draws you in for a hug as you sob on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Chook," She coos even as you apologise over and over again," It's all okay. You're being brave. You're so good. You're such a good girl."

"I'm sorry!"

"Hey," Mommy says as she pulls away, gently wiping away your tears," You have nothing to be sorry about." She spoons the medicine Mom brought into your mouth. "Why don't you head on to bed with Mom? I'll be there in a little while."

You sniffle. "I can clean."

"No, Chook. You're very sick, like Harper was. And Harper's mommies didn't make her clean up, did they?"

You shake your head.

"Then you don't have to clean up either. Go on, go to bed with Mom."

You shuffle into Mom and Mommy's bedroom. Mom's got the tv on and a bag of ice pressed against her knee.

"Hey, Chook," She says when you come in, leaning down to lift you up.

"Sorry that you hurt your knee more, Mom," You whisper, knocking your head against her collarbone. You stay slumped on top of her as she gently works her fingers through the knots in your hair.

"It wasn't your fault. Accidents happen. I'm sorry you're feeling so sick."

Sam reaches to the side and drapes your favourite blanket over you. It's got little images of Mosarsaurus and Baryonyx on it and you go limp when she tucks it around you.

"Hey," Kristie says softly from the doorway.

"Hey..."

"I'm sorry," She continues," For yelling at you like that, in the bathroom. It was all..."

"Overwhelming, yeah, I know." Sam keeps gently stroking your hair as you sleepily puff out air against her collarbone. "I want to be more help, Kristie, I do-"

"Your knee won't let you, Sam. Don't beat yourself up about it. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. We're all trying our best here."

"But you're sick too. It's not fair that you have to take care of all of us."

"I'm barely sick. It's just a headache and a runny nose. I'll survive. What we need to work on is getting Chook to tell us when she's feeling sick, okay? We were caught off guard today. It won't happen again."

"Mommy," You say softly," My tummy hurts again."

Kristie sighs though she's smiling when she does it and lifts you easily into her arms. She doesn't get very far though when you're tummy has had enough and you throw up all over Sam's chest and your front.

She sighs. "If you get me a bin bag to cover my knee with, I'll hop in the bath with her."

"I'll get the Pterodactyl towel out of the dryer."

"It's a Pteranodon," You sniffle," Not a Pterodactyl."

Mom strips out of her shirt and takes you from Mommy.

"Sorry, Chook. Pteranodon, then."

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mdemontespan1667 · 1 year

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STUPID GIRL

BLIND SPOT (3)

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

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18+ ONLY

SOFT DARK WALTER MARSHALL X READER

SUMMARY: YOU'RE JUST DOING YOUR JOB. TOO BAD SOMEONE DOESN'T AGREE.

(I moved the dates of this to the current year instead of 2018 so hopefully my dates match. I used what character information I could find for Walter and either filled it in with the actor's info or just winged it since no explanation was ever given for his accent. I did my best to research the neighborhoods and streets mentioned. If I made a mistake I apologize.)

SERIES WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON/GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/TORTURE/DEATH/DESCRIPTIONS OF DEAD BODIES/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX/ANAL SEX/REFERENCES TO SEXUAL ASSAULT/REFERENCES TO MURDER/STALKING/CHOKING/SLAPPING

“Detective Marshall, Is this the 8th victim of the Hennepin Hatchet?”

“No comment.”

The man bristled at the name, barely concealed disdain in his expression.

You didn’t like the name any better.

Giving murderers cutesy names took the focus off the victims.

But the Press, yourself included, had to call this psycho something.

“Get out of my fucking crime scene”

“I’m not in your fucking crime scene.”

You gestured to the yellow police tape, flapping in the bitter wind, which you were currently behind, barely.

Detective Marshall grunted, clearly annoyed.

“I’m just trying to do my job. The public has a right to know if a serial killer is operating in Minneapolis.”

Crossing his arms, he fixed you with a bored stare.

“What makes you think this is serial? Prostitutes get killed all the time. Hazards of the profession.”

“You’re joking right?”

You rolled your eyes.

“All the victims were last seen in the Hennepin area, all petite blondes, all sexually assaulted, stabbed and mutilated. There’s no way in hell this isn’t the same guy.”

“No comment.”

The dark haired Detective walked away, effectively dismissing you.

“Can you confirm Madison Harper was missing her left breast?”

Turning back he lumbered toward you.

Oh shit.

Detective Marshall was a veritable bear of a man, with a rumored temper to match.

And you?

You’d just poked him, big time.

“Where did you get that information?”

“No comment,” you sassed.

Apparently you had no sense of self-preservation.

“If you don’t get the fuck out of here,” he growled, “I’m gonna have your ass arrested for interfering with a police investigation.”

“C’mon. Give me something, anything.”

You tried your best to bat your eyes.

“Officer Barton,” he shouted to a uniform, “I need you to..”

“Ok, Ok,” you threw up your hands, “I’m going.”

You stomped to your ancient, beige Subaru.

“Fucking prick.”

Driving away, you shivered, convinced the killer was just getting started.

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“I sincerely hope you're hitting submit as we speak.”

“I’m working on it.”

You glowered at your laptop, its blank Google Docs page taunting you.

“Uh, you know deadline’s in 3 hours?”

‘Yeah Brent, I know. I’m..I’m working on it.”

You hit the red dot, ending the call.

Brent was a great colleague, an even better friend.

SInce moving to Minneapolis a year and a half ago he was the only person you had gotten close to.

Even so, the last thing you needed right now was more pressure.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Milton Turnbaldt, the editor of the Digital Division at the StarTribune, had finally moved you from Special Interest to the Crime Beat.

It was the next step in “THE PLAN” you’d mapped out since graduation.

Imagining yourself a modern day Helen Thomas, visions of Pulitzers had danced in your mind.

Reality had been a bit different.

Two years writing bar reviews for Bar Fly and one disastrous year at Chicago Suburban Family had been followed by a three year stint at the Chicago Sun Times, where the closest you got to reporting anything was letting Maintenance know a lightbulb was out in the Ladies room.

Getting hired at the StarTribune had seemed like a dream come true, even if you’d had to move to Minnesota.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

It was obvious this woman was the 8th victim.

Problem was every other reporter knew it, even if the cops refused to acknowledge the fact.

Your one advantage was your intuition.

The women had to have been comfortable with the killer, therefore, he was most likely good looking, charming and came off as harmless. Every victim had voluntarily left their comfort zone, something sex workers usually refused to do.

The pre- and post-mortem mutilation meant the killer felt confident enough in his surroundings to spend hours with the women, unconcerned about noise or the mess. His secondary location had to be isolated enough for his purpose but close enough to Hennepin Ave that the victims had been willing to take a chance.

Unofficial autopsy reports on each victim listed copious amounts of lube found in the vaginal and anal cavities. It wasn’t unusual for sex workers to use lube but this seemed excessive. The ME had attributed the internal micro-tears and bruising to the sexual assault. That, coupled with the lube, had you leaning in a different direction: The killer was having sex with the dying women.

Too bad you couldn’t prove any of it.

Neither could you publish the information about the missing body part or lube without totally outing your source at the morgue, although that ship had kinda sailed when you showed your hand to the detective.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Praying for Divine intervention, you started typing.

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“What do you think Claude?”

The overweight Tabby cat yawned.

“Thanks for the support. I’ll remember that next time you want a treat.”

Looking at your reflection in the full length bathroom mirror, you critically assessed your outfit: short, pleated black polyester tennis skirt, metallic silver cowl neck top, dingy, thigh high, white spiked boots, and a cropped, pink fake fur bomber jacket.

Heavy eye makeup, red lips and purposely mussed hair completed the disguise.

This classy ensemble, courtesy of the local thrift shop, had cost you a grand total of $53.98, an amount you really couldn’t afford.

But since the police, one surly detective in particular, weren’t talking you were just gonna have to find someone who would.

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Your feet were numb.

Whether it was from the insanely high heels or the -2 degrees (F) windchill you didn’t know.

Or care.

After walking the Hennepin Ave circuit for 3 hours you had a whole lot of nothing.

The sex workers definitely knew something.

Clustered in groups of 3 or 4, they murmured to themselves, cell phone cameras flashing, warning potential customers they were being watched, however, no one was willing to talk to a stranger.

A midnight blue, extended cab pickup pulled up, idling at the curb.

“Come here.”

“Uh, sorry, I’m..uh.. off the clock.”

He wasn’t the first guy who’d tried to engage you.

Maybe your refusal to leave with a client had given you away.

“Come here or I’ll bring you here.”

Tentatively you stepped closer.

“I said I’m not…Are you fucking kidding me Marshall?”

He sat hunched over the steering wheel, eyes blazing at you.

Beyond annoyed, you hissed, “Go away.”

“Get in the truck.”

“No.”

“Get in the goddamn truck now.”

Mimicking his earlier behavior, you crossed your arms.

“You can’t tell me what to….”

The cab of the truck flooded with light as he opened the driver side door.

“Fine!”

In a huff, you climbed in, fastening your seatbelt before throwing him a scowl.

He ignored you, smoothly merging with the heavy Friday night traffic.

“Where’d you park that piece of shit car?”

You refused to answer, making a show of sulking.

“Answer me or..”

“Or what?” you interrupted, “You had no right harassing me, asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

His harsh tone was a clear indicator you’d pissed him off.

“Your car?”

“It’s at my apartment. I took an Uber.”

The Detective sighed.

“Exactly what the hell were you trying to accomplish out there?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“You’re no help so I…”

“You what? You decided to play fucking dress up? Do you have any idea how dangerous the streets are? Some freak is killing prostitutes and your stupid ass is running around pretending to be one.”

“Are you finished?”

He clenched his jaw, cheek ticking.

“Contrary to your belief I’m not stupid. I can take care of myself.”

You reached in your bag producing a sleek, highly illegal taser.

“Plus I have this. And yes, I know how to use it.”

Taking a sharp left turn he headed South.

“Um, where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“How do you….”

“Born and raised in the Gold Coast area of Chicago. Only child. Undergrad at University of Chicago, Masters in Communication from Loyola, which your ridiculously rich mother paid for. You worked at two small time local papers then the Chicago Sun where you, what? Got coffee for three years? You took a job at the StarTribune 18 months ago writing online fluff. You live in the East Phillips neighborhood, don’t drink, smoke or do drugs and generally have no social life. I like to know who I’m dealing with.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, more than a little angry he’d checked you out.

“Pretty good,” you retorted, “My turn.”

“Born in the Channel Islands. Strict Catholic upbringing, four siblings, three boys, one girl. Attended St Michael’s Prep before transferring to Stowe School your Sophomore year, sorry, you call it Year 11. Joined the London Metropolitan Police Force in 2008, the same year you married Angie Stultz. She was interning for Warrener Stewart right?”

You rambled on, not waiting for an answer.

“Your daughter Faye was born the next year. Four years later you were promoted to the Criminal Investigations Department. You started out in Street Crime, then Organized Crime, until landing in Major Crimes in 2015. January of 2017 you and the little family moved to Minneapolis, where your wife was from but you didn’t start with the police department here for another 5 months so I’m assuming you were a house husband until your emigration papers cleared. Apparently you weren’t a very good husband, house or otherwise, cause your wife filed for divorce under “Irreconcilable DIfferences” a little over a year ago. You live alone, don’t smoke or do drugs and are generally recognized as a bully. I like to know who I’m dealing with.”

You flashed a Chesire grin.

Uh, oh.

If looks could kill, you’d be dead, buried 6 feet down, “Here lies a stupid idiot who wouldn’t keep her mouth shut” carved in the marker.

“Um, this is me.”

You pointed to a two story brick building, an empty storefront on the first floor, your studio apartment on the second.

“Why do you live in this shithole? With mommy’s money you could be living in the Carlyle or Legacy.”

“I wanted to prove I can make it on my own. And this neighborhood? It’s not as bad as people think. The Pizzeria over there? The old, Italian couple that own it let anyone who needs to use the free wifi. On the weekends they stay open late and offer a free slice and drink so the kids have a safe place to go.”

You became animated, warming to the topic.

“Mrs Freemantle, in the brownstone next door, invites me over three or four times a month. Her oxtail soup and mac and cheese are freaking amazing. She doesn't get around too well so I run errands for her once or twice a week.”

You peered out the windshield.

“Those two guys on the steps, the ones you gave the stink eye to? Andre and Tony? They fixed my car for a six pack and a pizza the last time it crapped out.”

“Probably with stolen parts,” he mumbled.

“I bought the parts, you judgemental ass.” you spat.

Jerking the handle, you exited the vehicle.

Snow swirled in the open door.

“People here care more about each other than anyone ever did in the swanky condo’s I grew up in. Thanks for the ride.”

You flung the door closed with a thud.

Trekking up the sidewalk, you quickly unlocked the outside door, your mind already on a molten hot shower.

“Honey, I’m home,” you announced to the tiny studio, tossing your bag and coat on the fifth-hand orange and green couch.

You stretched, exhausted, looking forward to…..

It happened so fast.

One second you were contemplating splurging an extra ten minutes in the shower, the next you were slammed against the kitchen wall, Detective Marshall’s forearm across your neck, other hand over your mouth.

You flailed at him, hitting and kicking.

It was like fighting a marble statue.

He leaned in, leg slotted between yours.

“Taser ain’t much help now is it.”

You pushed at his arm.

“How fucking stupid are you? You didn’t even lock your fucking door. Anyone…”

You bit his fingers, drawing blood.

He let go, surprised by your counterattack.

“Get the hell out of…..”

His hand closed around your throat.

Your chest heaved from adrenaline, his booming heartbeat matching yours.

Without warning, his lips crashed to yours.

The kiss was desperate, all consuming, his beard scratching your delicate skin.

His hand slipped under your top and cheap push-up bra, palming your breast, rough fingers pinching the already pebbled nipple.

The kiss deepened to something dark, Marshall taking control.

You rocked your hips against his muscled thigh, your core on fire.

Snaking down your belly, he slid his hand beneath the waistband of you skirt, callused digits gliding through your damp, plumped slit.

He circled your clit, applying light pressure with each pass, thumb randomly sweeping the bundle of nerves.

Lost in a sea of sensation, you mewled, the sound swallowed by his warm, searching mouth.

“Tell me to stop.”

Afraid he wouldn’t stop, even more afraid he would, you remained silent as you unzipped his jeans, freeing his heavy cock.

Gathering the sticky wetness from the tip, you stroked his length.

“Fuck.”

The whispered obscenity went straight to your cunt, fresh slick coating his hand.

He tore your black tights in one motion, leaving you bare.

Marshall lifted your leg, curling it around his waist, his cock poised at you sopping entrance.

“Last chance.”

You draped your arms around his shoulders, balancing yourself.

Taking that as a sign, he pressed into you, you channel stretching painfully.

You cried out, the burn almost too much.

His lips latched to yours, tongues sparing until his cock was fully ensheathed in your heat.

He pulled out, briefly hesitated, before thrusting in again.

Breaking the kiss, you buried your face in his neck, fingers tangling in his dark curls.

He fucked you now, hips pistoning, his fingers digging into your flesh.

Marshall’s feral grunts mingled with your needy moans.

Tendrils of electricity surged along your nerves.

He lifted your leg higher, changing the angle of penetration, his cock hitting the soft, spongy spot repeatedly.

“Please,..please..” you choked out.

“I’ve got you.”

You came with a sob, hips pumping in time with his, cunt clenching, the sheer intensity of your orgasm frightening, wave after wave threatening to drown you.

He drove into you faster, chasing his own release.

All you could do was hold on, tears staining his coarse, coal gray sweater.

You felt him swell, hips stuttering.

His muscles flexed as he came, pushing you against the wall, milky ropes of cum splashing your walls.

Fevered lust dissipating, he rested his cheek on your head.

Untangling limbs, Marshall fastened his jeans.

He didn’t stay, instead turning towards the door.

Hand on the brass knob, he paused.

“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.”

His words froze the question in your throat.

Door closed, you collapsed to the floor, head bowed, knees to chest.

“What the hell just happened.”

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vntagetee · 4 months

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starter call ―﹙ horror film muses. ﹚ / please specify the muse !!

bonnie harper. ╱ the craft

nancy downs. ╱ the craft

shelly webster. ╱ the crow

john tate strode. ╱ halloween h20

riley mckendry ╱ hellraiser

helen shivers. ╱ i know what you did last summer

pearl. ╱ pearl

rachel keller. ╱ the ring

tatum riley. ╱ scream

erin hardesty. ╱ texas chainsaw massacre

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musical-failgirl-fight · 9 months

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MUSICAL FAILGIRL FIGHT ROUND 1

you all know the drill. here we go. i used edit.org to make this

voting for this is based on who you think encapsulates the "girlfail" trope best - who is the messiest and most pathetic. i will reblog any attached propaganda beyond "vote [x]" and i will post any asks i get.

this is just for the funnies, please be civil. please do not make jokes like "ill kms if [x] doesnt win" or threaten anyone for liking [y] - they are upsetting and not in the spirit of the polls.

links to the brackets are under the cut.

Helene Bezukhova (Great Comet) vs Maria (West Side Story)

Delia Deetz (Beetlejuice) vs Persephone (Hadestown)

Trina Weisenbachfeld (Falsettos) vs Sally Bowles (Cabaret)

Brooke Rodgers (Goosebumps) vs Riley Williams (We are the Tigers)

Jane Doe (Ride the Cyclone) vs Katherine Plumber (Newsies)

Rose Red (Ghost Quartet) vs Alana Beck (Dear Evan Hansen)

Eurydice (Hadestown) vs Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Sara McRae (Murder Ballad) vs Ruth (Pirates of Penzance)

Beatrix Campbell (Adamanti) vs Ariadne Minos (Ulysses Dies at Dawn)

Eponine Thernardier (Les Miserables) vs Nellie Lovett (Sweeney Todd)

Regina George (Mean Girls) vs Lee Green (Vide Noir)

Dr. Carmilla (Dr. Carmilla) vs Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

Judith Ford (36 Questions) vs Emma Perkins (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals)

Natasha Rostova (Great Comet) vs Jutta von Sponheim (In the Green)

Harper Perkins (Don't Stop Me) vs Kate Monster (Avenue Q)

Mimi Schwinn (A New Brain) vs Madame Thenardier (Les Miserables)

#musical failgirl bracket #round 1

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aylinaliens · 2 years

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Any 🌶️ book recs?

hello anon!! of course i have 🌶 book recs! i prefer meatier plot wise but i do have a few that is straight up the ‘plot what plot’ tag.

the kiss quotient + the bride test by helen hoang: these two books were like my intro into 🌶 adult books so they have a special place in my heart. not only does it have good rep for those on the spectrum but the relationships/spice is so good. the kiss quotient is about a woman with asperger who hires a male escort to ‘teach’ her how to be better in the bedroom. the bride test is set in the same universe! this has a forced marriage/marriage of convenience and wjxjwjjxd the SPICE!! esme & kai are my beloveds <3

the mindf*ck series by s.t. abby: full disclosure GO LOOK AT THE TRIGGERS because this series is heavy. heavy HEAVY. a ceral killer who wants to exact revenge on this small town falls in love with the FBI agent that is assigned to her case. sounds messed up and it is but the romance between lana and logan stays surprisingly wholesome?? and the spice was so good. this series is a crime/thriller first and a romance second so be aware of that

get a life chloe brown (+ the next two book in the series) by talia hibbert: rarely do i blush or have any physical reaction whilst reading but hdjwjxjd yeah this series has me 😳 the whole time. the series follows a trio of sisters who all get their love story. the brown sisters are equal parts hilarious and lovable. i can’t even pick a favorite one or couple because they all are so good

it happened one summer by tessa bailey: this book is literally just a schitts creak au skdjwjjdjd piper bellinger is a spoiled rich girl who is sent to a tiny little coastal town with her sister after she throws a party that is a little too out of hand. she ends up meeting a rugged fisherman. it’s the grumpy x sunshine trope on steroids. the spice…idk what kind of water tessa bailey is drinking but it’s next level. this sequel about pipers younger sister was actually one of the books i picked up today and i’m so excited to start it!!

how to fake it in hollywood by ava wilder: this is a newer release that came out like two months ago so it’s not recommended that much and !!! i’m so confused why?? as soon as i got the arc i completely devoured it in a few hours. it’s an age gap (in a non-weird way) between a hollywood starlet and an A-lister who fake dates for publicity. this one is heavier but the smut we get is *chefs kiss*

promises & pomegranate by sav r. miller: this is one of my ‘plot what plot’ book cnjwjdjs this is a very loose hades & persephone retelling with a little bit of mafia romance thrown in. the whole thing was weird but the 🌶 was excellent even though some of the scenes made me set the book down because they got a little bit too wild (and maybe not in a good way)

a brush with love by mazey eddings: this is what i like to call my ‘comfort soft smut 🥺🌶’ book. if you read fanfic you know what i mean by soft smut. the whole book is so fluffy it makes me want to cry. and the smut is so sOft it gives me butterflies. it’s a little slice of life that follows two dental students who fall in love. the tension and chemistry between harper & dan is sizzling!!

romancing mister bridgerton by julia quinn: this is the only book the bridgerton series that has manage to put me in a chokehold. penelope and colin are my idiotic beloveds who i love to hate. slowburn (SLOWBURN as in 10+ years) and friends to lovers is my weakness. i frequently think about multiple 🌶 scenes from that book every weak because it was that good…without getting too graphic let’s just say mirrors hit differently for me now

dating dr. dil by nisha sharma: THIS BOOOOK!!!the 🌶?? legendary. it has the typical fake dating/engagement trope but the dynamic between the characters was everything. i’m a suck for bickering and the antagonizing slow push and pull that exists. and kareena/prem push and pull a lot. the spice was also steamy too

mistakes were made by meryl wilsner: the fact that i got an arc for this book is still so surreal like ?? what did i do to deserve this?? okay so for those who crave the ✨sapphic✨ 🌶 you need to check this out. it’s about a college senior who hooks up with her best friends mom. the two have a one night stand and the very next day they are thrown together. i loved this GIMME more adult sapphic 🌶

delilah doesn’t care by ashley herring: another ✨sapphic✨ book because <3 the spice…A H jdjwkdksjdkd it was so ??? i can’t even ??? how this book manages to be so sweet and so hot at the same time is a mystery

one last stop + red white royal blue by casey mcquiston: pretty sure these are two of the most recommended lgbtq+ spicy-adjacent books out there but i thought i would throw them in anyways because despite how hyped they are i adore these books so much!!

the lady’s guide to celestial mechanics by olivia waite: lesbian historical regency era 🌶 romance?? need i say MORE????

fingersmith by sarah waters: this is an older book but it inspired the handmaiden film (if you haven’t watched it gooooo check it out pls). it’s more plot heavy but yeah…historical sapphic spicy books 🤧 love them dearly

neon gods by katee roberts: …another hades & persephone retelling because ?? i am utter weak at the knees for them. it’s another ‘plot what plot’ book for me

ali hazelwood books: i would not say her books are SPICY because they only have like two scenes (talking about you the love hypothesis) but the novellas get very very smutty. ali hazelwood is my guilty pleasure author. her books kill my brain cells but they are entertaining enough to make me forgive the flaws

i hope this helps anon! these book vary on 🌶 level. i didn’t just want to give you a list of all the popular spicy booktok favorites so i tried to throw in some more less talked about ones! if i’m not watching dramas i’m reading so if anyone wants recs let me know because i love gushing about my favorite books

#i’m also fairly new to the 🌶 genre! i’m slowly working through my backlog on KU and my TBR #ya/historical fiction/fantasy are my true loves but i’m trying to expand #so if anyone has any book recs for me those are welcome too cjwjdjwjjd #kay answers #books #kay reads #this blog was going to be a bookblr but then i watched extraordinary you/cloy and went ‘nevermind’

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sleepystreetsworld · 2 years

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Jung Yumi for Harper’s Bazaar Korea x Helen Kaminski June 2022

#jung yumi #jung yu mi #harpers bazaar korea #harpers bazaar #pictorial #helen kaminski #the school nurse files #train to busan #kim ji young born 1982 #korean actress #kactress

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queenclaudiabrown · 1 year

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Baby Names

Fandom: Fringe Pairing: Peter Bishop x Olivia Dunham (main canon pairing) Content warnings: pregnancy, spoilers? Word count: 432 Author's notes: set between the season 4 finale (Brave New World) and the Invasion of the Observers, while Olivia is pregnant

Eight-month-pregnant Olivia Dunham sighed, closing the webpage on her computer. Yet another list of baby names that had all sounded wrong to her had come and gone. Given that she was due in just a few weeks, Olivia was rather anxious to have at least a few possibilities lined up for her daughter when she was born.

The blonde ran a hand through her hair, wincing when her engagement ring caught a few pale strands. She and Peter weren’t married yet- they’d agreed to wait until after their daughter was born- but they had begun some tentative wedding plans as well. Just general things- what color the bridal party (Astrid, Rachel, Ella) should wear, what time of year they’d like best, and so forth.

The doorknob rattled for a moment, attracting her attention, and a moment later the door opened. “Honey, I’m home.” Peter called.

“That’s such a cheesy line.” Olivia returned, grinning.

“Yeah, but you love it.” He replied, matching her smile as he stepped into the living room. His gaze swept across the coffee table. “Can’t find any baby names yet?”

She rolled her eyes in irritation at the issue. “They’re all too old or too new or too this or too that.” She sighed again. “All I know for sure is I want it to start with H.”

“Thank God.” He chuckled. “For a minute I thought you were gonna say you wanted it to start with Z or something.”

Olivia frowned. “What’s wrong with Z names?”

“There’s like, none of them, and they’re all weird.”

“Zoey, Zinnia…” she began to tease, but paused. “That’s where I run out. You might have a point.”

“Of course I do.” Peter joked. “So, ‘H’ names?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Well, let me think. There’s ‘Holly’, ‘Hazel’, ‘Heather’.”

“Hazel is an eye color and heather and holly are plants.” Olivia retorted playfully.

“Alright, alright. Hannah- with or without the second h, or any version of Hayley.” He offered. Studying her skeptical facial expression, he continued: “Uh, there’s Hope, Harper.”

The blonde shook her head. “Mm-mm, it’s a little too modern.”

“Old-fashioned, then?” “Helen, Hester, Heidi.”

“Those aren’t not bad. I’ll keep them in mind.”

Peter hummed to himself. “Those are somewhat older names, so… Harriet, maybe, or Harietta.”

She canted her head. “I like that even better.”

“The only other one I can think of like that is Henrietta.”

Olivia nodded, her eyes lighting. “That’s it. It’s perfect. I love it.”

“Henrietta.” Peter repeated thoughtfully. “I like it.” He bent down and kissed Olivia’s belly, flooding it with butterflies again. “We’ll see you soon, Henrietta.”

I know I'm super late to these postings, but I've been super busy lately.

a gift to my fellow Fringe fan (say that three times fast) @clawedandcute

#fringe #peter bishop #olivia dunham #etta bishop #henrietta bishop #pregnancy #baby names #fluff #fluffuary2023

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joshdonnas · 2 years

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♡ links for the mobile app under the cut ♡

episodes

episode list

pairings

josh x donna

josh x donna x cj

toby x josh x donna

josh x cj

donna x toby

josh x toby

donna x cj

donna x sam

toby x cj

josh x joey

cj x sam

characters

abigail bartlet

ainsley hayes

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annabeth schott

c.j. cregg

charlie young

donna moss

helen santos

joey lucas

josh lyman

josiah bartlet

kate harper

leo mcgarry

matt santos

sam seaborn

toby ziegler

will bailey

zoey bartlet

others

parallels

a gifset for every tww episode

lyrics

misc

deleted scenes

extras

cast

#this is mostly for me lmao #because i don't like the nav link leading out of the app #please ignore <3 #mobile navigation

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vntagetee-archive · 7 months

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#╭ menu. psa #i can't decide y'all

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queen-aelin-of-terrasen · 3 years

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Elias: I am cold. I am stone. Nothing affects me.

Laia: *exists*

Elias: What’s my name again?

#an ember in the ashes #a torch against the night #a reaper at the gates #a sky beyond the storm #laia of serra #elias veturius #helene aquilla #avitas harper #elias x laia #helene x harper #aeita

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vntagetee · 5 months

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muse list.

*-primary +-secondary &-request only !-private

movies.

the covenant kate tunney. eighteen. heterosexual. fc: jessica lucas. + sarah wenham. eighteen. heterosexual. fc: laura ramsey. +

dc comics barbara wilson. nineteen. pansexual. fc: alicia silverstone. + chase meridian. thirties to forties. heterosexual. fc: nicole kidman & suki waterhouse * rachel dawes. twenties to forties. heterosexual. fc: daisy edgar-jones & keri russell. *

disney ella tremaine. twenty-two. heterosexual. fc: lily james. * snow white. eighteen. heterosexual. fc: emily browning. * ursula. forties. asexual. fc: melissa mccarthy. *

don't worry darling alice chambers. twenty-five. heterosexual. fc: florence pugh. +

misc. comedy gloria. ( barbie ) thirty-nine. bisexual. fc: america ferrera. + president barbie. ( barbie ) thirty-eight. asexual. fc: issa rae. * weird barbie. ( barbie ) thirty-nine. asexual. fc: kate mckinnon. * allison reynolds. ( the breakfast club ) eighteen. bisexual. fc: jenna ortega. + dani dennison. ( hocus pocus ) early-30's. bisexual. fc: holliday grainger. + lorna cole. ( lethal weapon ) thirties. bisexual. fc: renee russo & jessica chastain. + pamela. ( saltburn ) thirty-eight. pansexual. fc: carey mulligan. + venetia catton. ( saltburn ) twenty-six. bisexual. fc: alison oliver. *

misc. horror bonnie harper. ( the craft ) nineteen. pansexual. fc: neve campbell & india eisley + nancy downs. ( the craft ) nineteen. homosexual. fc: fairuza balk & sophie thatcher. * shelly webster. ( the crow ) twenty-six. pansexual. fc: angelina jolie * john tate strode. ( halloween h20 ) forties. heterosexual. fc: josh hartnett. * riley mckendry. ( hellraiser ) mid-twenties. pansexual. fc: odessa a'zion + helen shivers. ( i know what you did last summer ) eighteen. pansexual. fc: sarah michelle gellar. & pearl. ( pearl ) twenties to eighties. pansexual. fc: mia goth. * tatum riley. ( scream ) eighteen. heterosexual. fc: rose mcgowan & billie lourd. + jessica wright. ( thanksgiving ) eighteen. heterosexual. fc: nell verlaque. + bobby-lynne parker. ( x ) twenties. bisexual. fc: brittany snow. + maxine minx. ( x ) twenties. pansexual. fc: mia goth. *

promising young woman cassie thomas. thirty. bisexual. fc: carey mulligan. &

teenage mutant ninja turles april o'neil. twenty-eight. heterosexual. fc: emma stone. *

titanic rose dewitt bukater. twenty-three. heterosexual. fc: kate winslet. +

tv shows.

angel cordelia chase. twenty-one. heterosexual. fc: charisma carpenter. *

the artful dodger lady belle fox. mid-twenties. heterosexual. fc: maia mitchell *

batman beyond dana tan. twenty-one. heterosexual. fc: arden cho. +

dawson's creek jen lindley. eighteen to twenty-one. panromantic. fc: michelle williams. +

fargo dolores 'dot' lyon. early-thirties. heterosexual. fc: juno temple. *

gotham fish mooney. early-forties. bisexual. fc: jada pinkett-smith. kristen kringle. early-thirties. heterosexual. fc: chelsea spack.

mr. robot angela moss. mid-twenties. pansexual. fc: portia doubleday. + darlene alderson. mid-twenties. bisexual. fc: carly chaiken. *

the musketeers constance d'artagnan. twenty-five. bisexual. fc: tamla kari. & queen anne of austria. twenty-five. heterosexual. fc: alexandra dowling. &

peaky blinders ada shelby-thorne. twenty-six. bisexual. fc: sophie rundle. * lizzie stark-shelby. thirty-two. heterosexual. fc: natasha o'keefe. +

power rangers kimberly hart. nineteen. bisexual. fc: kaia gerber. &

reacher frances neagley. mid-thirties. lesbian. fc: maria sten. * karla dixon. late-thirties. heterosexual. fc: serinda swan. *

succession jess jordan. thirty-three. homosexual. fc: juliana canfield. * rava roy. forty-two. heterosexual. fc: natalie gold. +

the last of us sarah miller. thirty-three (survivor au). bisexual. fc: alexandra shipp. *

the white lotus daphne sullivan. thirty-three. heterosexual. fc: meghann fahy. * portia. twenty-seven. bisexual. fc: haley lu richardson. + tanya mcquoid. sixty-one. heterosexual. fc: jennifer coolidge. +

comics.

dc. chloe sullivan. eighteen to twenties. bisexual. smallville only. fc: kathryn newton. * lois lane. twenties. bisexual. smallville only. fc: erica durance. * martha kent. forties. heterosexual. smallville only. fc: annette o'toole. + martha wayne. forty. heterosexual. fc: rebecca hall. * selina kyle. thirty-two. lesbian. fc: zoe kravitz. * vicki vale. forty-one. bisexual. fc: jessica chastain & holland roden. *

ghost world. enid coleslaw. eighteen to twenties. homosexual. fc: thora birch. *

literature.

gone girl amy dunne. forty. bisexual. fc: rosamund pike. +

interview with a vampire claudia. appears eighteen. pansexual. fc: anya taylor joy *

psycho marion crane. thirty-one. heterosexual. fc: samara weaving. +

robin hood lady marian. twenty-five. bisexual. fc: alicia vikander. *

romeo & juliet juliet capulet. twenty-two. heterosexual. fc: kristine froseth. *

the talented mr. ripley richard 'dickie' greenleaf. mid-twenties. pansexual. fc: nicholas galitzine. +

#✦ ・ ooc 𓂅 ﹙ muses. ﹚

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