Summer Is For Jumping Fandoms Like A Rabbit On Crack.

Summer is for jumping fandoms like a rabbit on crack.

On my momma if I can't find this fic Imma cry.

if you don’t like children’s shows what r u even doing

what are friends for.

pairings. theodore nott x slytherin!fem!reader, small lorenzo berkshire x slytherin!fem!reader

about. blaise and enzo know theo is in denial about his feelings for reader, so they give him.. a little push

warnings. gif not mine, swearing, underage drinking,

ricky rocks. 4 my theo fans

the slytherin common room was kept nice and quiet aside from a dying fire being the only distinct sound. the full moon peaking through the dark green drapes that hung from the high ceilings was the only thing illuminating the naturally dark room and black furniture that was nicely kept for how old it was— and with that, soft moonlight shone on the side of theo’s face.

his features were calm and relaxed as he was pressed into one of the two couches with his arm draped over the top of his head while the other laid limp aside him. he looked much younger, as if no worries or sorrows ever crossed his mind or harmed his body.

you smiled softly to yourself at his loosen state. your hand lightly and hesitantly laid upon his shoulder while the other slightly swooped his long growing curls from his forehead to prevent them from drooping too low to his eyes.

“theo,” you shook him once and he woke, “you fell asleep on the couch again.”

he didn’t seem surprised as he adjusted himself to sit up, inhaling sharply as if catching his breath and coming to realization of the reality that surrounded him. your hands fell from him and sat back in your lap as he scoped you out, staying silent and no longer looking so young with his stress lines filling back into his face.

he felt hot and he looked around for a moment before looking back to you, it made your stomach flip and you felt intimidated as he sat himself up and got to his feet while he begun to loosen his tie even more than it already was.

“go to bed,” he voice was rough and his eyes didn’t meet yours but instead the previous fire that was now crackling embers. his eyes struck yours one more time before he moved toward the stairs, “it’s late.”

°•

“you’re rather strange, theo ole’ boy,” blaise had his feet kicked up on the coffee table, his homework sat in his lap, waiting to be completed as the boy looked up and across him where theo sat, content with his own work running though his mind. “i mean.. very-”

“get to the point,” he didn’t bother looking up as he bit his thumb, going over his answer before moving on to the next one.

“i mean you had a pretty girl wake you up from the couch for the past few nights and you haven’t made on single move,” blaise tsks with a slight head shake, “how have you not got on that?”

still, not bothering to look up, theo mumbles while changing pages, “why would i?”

“your feelings are very obvious, mate.”

he now looks up, almost making it obvious he was caught off guard but he only pressed his lips into a thin line, diverting his eyes back to his homework, “no.”

“no?”

“what are you two on about now?”

blaise’s head tilted back to see enzo sauntering over to a seat, “nothing, just theo denying his feelings about dear y/n.”

enzo coughed a laugh, “really?”

blaise hummed.

“you’re quite silly, theo. that girl adores you, which i’m not sure why,” enzo shrugged, his arms lining the armrests of the chair. “if you don’t make a move, someone else will.”

typically theo would never listen to a word lorenzo said. the boy always had something to say about everything and most typically if it came out of his mouth, it probably wasn’t true. but when it came to you, theo had a hard time sorting out what was true and what wasn’t no matter what mouth the assertion came from.

“whatever,” he shrugged continuing to write down formulas for his potions class. “if you want to, why don’t you just say so.”

blaise’s eyes crossed to enzo fast before crossing back to theo, both their jaws falling slack to the realization of what he had foolishly said. mischief already pierced enzo’s hazel eyes as a snide smile picked his lips up, “if you say so, theo ole’ boy.”

**

“well, well, well, if it isn’t the slytherin princess herself,” george weasley crossed his arms with a dashing smirk on his face as you dipped into the entrance of the gryffindor common room with a group of your friends. the tall red head shifted to the side, jerking his thumb in your direction. “check this out fred, royalty itself decided to bless us with its presence.”

you smirked up to the boy with your hands pinned behind your back, shifting from side to side in amusement as fred’s face overcame with an astonished expression, eyes going wide like full moons and mouth dropping to convey his shock even better. “oh what a blessed day. this party is already off to a great start.”

“i was thinking the exact same thing,” the boys shared stares with amused smiles before looking back down to you where you smiled, always finding enjoyment to their taunt.

“anything for my favorite gryffindorks,” you extended your hand out to lay on both their shoulders before turning around, finally allowing yourself to immerse within the chaos of the party.

red and yellow lights flooded the large room, but theo could still see you so clearly smiling so broadly up at the weasley twins. you were always scolded and teased hard by the group for being friends with them, but no one ever said a word when a week rounded around to a party hosted by the rivalry house. it was very obvious you were the only reason they were invited.

theo’s jaw tightened as he tried to shift his vision from you but he couldn’t. he knew what would happen tonight and the encounter with the mischievous red headed boys were the least of his problems. enzo made it very obvious what his intentions were with seven words and theo was all at fault for it. blaise made sure he knew it the moment it was just the two of them by slapping the back of his head with a piece of newspaper and whispering lowly in a harsh tone about how you should never challenge a person who’s always scouting for an opposition.

“what are you saying?” theo had frowned, rubbing the back of his head as they continued to walk the dark halls of hogwarts.

“i’m talking about lorenzo you fool. that twit has been looking for an opening with y/n for weeks and you just gave him one,” blaise huffed, clearly more worked up than theo which was sending him deeper into frustration as the dull light of theo’s eyes stayed just as they always did—he was at least hoping for a bit of gleam, but theo’s face stayed blank. “look, if you want that girl, you better make a move and fast before enzo’s dreamy eyes and lips get to her first.”

he hated how right blaise was. he always was.

the thing was, theo wasn’t fully aware of his feelings until he saw enzo slowly ease up on you by laying a hand on the very top of your back before sliding it down slowly to the point where to was almost touching your butt. it made theo scoff with a shake of his head before getting to his feet. he would pick you over anyone in the group any day. you were the one he sat by on the train. you were the one he walked with when the group made impulsive decisions to invade to forbidden forest. you were the one he sat by at all meals of the day.

you stayed at the top of his list and he hadn’t really realized why until now.

“who are we looking at?”

theo glanced up to see hermione smile at him softly before falling back into the seat next to him. she leaned slightly closer to theo to see where his line of sight was while she took a sip of the red punch in her glass. she smiled once her eyes landed on you before looking up to theo who was already looking down on her blankly.

she didn’t say anything and he didn’t either. she swallowed more of her drink before reaching it up close to his face. he hesitantly took it, still looking down at hermione who must have had more than fruit punch in her system.

“liquid courage, theo,” she nodded, leaning further into the couch, “you’re going to need it.”

he shook his head but drank the spiked punch, “does everyone know?”

“no,” she hummed, staring at you as you did shots with enzo knitted to your hip. “but i am your best friend aren’t i?”

he shook his head, “i don’t have a best friend.”

“mh, that hurts.”

he grunted in reply.

“listen, nott,” she slapped his chest, her voice calm and words almost slurred, “if you don’t kiss her tonight, someone else will and it’s not neville.”

he looked over to her, his eyebrows knitted but she got up fast before he could say anything. she wasn’t wrong; neville would piss his pants if you even looked in his direction.

°•

he hadn’t moved from that couch all night and it was killing blaise as his eyes had constantly switched between you and enzo to theo… who was also watching you and enzo.

“you’re sulking, mate,” blaise confronted him, disappointment laced in his voice. “you’re practically asking for him to make a move by staring, he loves an audience.”

“he won’t make a move.”

“i wouldn’t be so sure,” blaise glanced over his shoulder to see enzo’s hand lightly holding your chin, his face close too close to yours for it not to be considered a move. “theo-”

theo was on his feet immediately with his mind spinning fast. he found enzo’s move uncalled for even as it was expected and well.. fair—theo was a bit out of sorts due to the multiple drinks that had made their way in his direction and for the past two hours he had been sitting in his own anger and frustration. he wasn’t trying to be subtle as he bumped into multiple people without a second thought and he practically shoved enzo to the ground once the two of you were at arms length.

“you shouldn’t kiss that sleezebag.”

you could see enzo recover quickly from the corner of your eye, a smirk on his face as he shifted away faster than you could process with a drink in his hand. he made his way to where blaise stood with a smirk of his own before sliding hands with enzo.

mission accomplished.

theo was too busy staring at you to have notice. your lips slightly twitched upward before looking up to theo’s tall leaning figure, “oh yeah?”

“yeah,” he licked his lips fast, “he doesn’t care about you.”

“and you do?”

“yes.”

you were taken aback as you shifted slightly backwards on the balls of your feet. your jaw went slightly slack before he leaned further down, pressing his lips against yours while his hand held the side of your face.

he was hot and you suddenly wanted to drop all of your close with how fast you had warmed up with just the slightest touch of his hand on your cheek and his lips on yours. but you still wanted him close, closer, just so you could feel the heat of his body better. you thought your chest was going to explode from how hard your heart was pounding.

theo swore he was dreaming and you’d wake him from the couch in seconds. he pulled away making sure you weren’t a blurry version of your face that he always saw in his sleep, but you were clear as day, breathless with dark and hopeful eyes that he longed to see.

“maybe it’s a good time to tell you i don’t want to sleep on the couch tonight.”

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I’d like to request a Tommy fic where he’s struggling to cope with the fact that he has a crush on/fallen in love with the reader because he hasn’t felt this way since Grace died. It scares him because it’s way more intense with her than it ever was with Grace. I absolutely live for pining, secret crush/lust Tommy, all in his feels and totally unable to control his thoughts around this girl 💕 Thank you! x

Totally loved this idea! Finding new love must be so hard after losing a loved one. Hope this was what you wanted....

Note- I made this to exist in a world, where Grace was never a barmaid. She was still a spy, who was working in one of Tommy’s companies. She died a year into their marriage. Charlie was never born.

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Knocking lightly on the glass office door, the gold letters stared back at you. “Shelby Company Limited” Hearing a harsh “Come,” you twisted the handle, entering. A radiant smile upon your face. Files balancing in your arms.

Despite the late evening, you enjoyed your job. So didn’t mind the time that it was. Having been widowed two years ago, you didn’t have anyone to go home to.

No husband, no children, just a cold dark humble abode.

Eight months, you had worked at the factory. Part of Shelby Company Limited, having proved your worth. And the fact you could be trusted, could look the other way. You had quickly moved up the ranks.

Now, you managed three of the offices, on the ground floor. Plus, worked alongside Mr Shelby. Tommy, as he liked you to call him. Like you he was a widow, his wife Grace had died last year. Had been shot, so you had heard.

It hadn't surprised you at the time, you knew their line of work.

The danger.

Tommy looked up, as you entered his office. A pencil stuck in the top of your hair. You were wearing the purple dress, he noticed. You seem to favour this dress on a Friday.

It was his favourite too. The way it clung to your ass. Accentuated your waist.

Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, he met your eyes. It was 10pm now, having thought you had left for the day. He was surprised to find you here.

“Still here, ey?" he mused, as he lit a cigarette, offering you one.

Pursing your lips, you fought the inner battle to refuse the cigarette. But, took it anyway. "You are a bad influence on me, Mr Shelby," you stated, as he leant forward to light it.

"Tommy," he countered back, as you placed the files down. "You can have a whiskey too, if I'm that bad, ey?"

Standing up, he walked to the drinks cabinet, gazing at the factory floor. Everyone had left, it was in complete darkness.

The temptation to kiss you, ravage you on the desk, sink his cock inside of you was strong. He fought against it. Again.

"Surely, I am not meant to drink on the job, Tommy," you answered, as you subconsciously ran your tongue across your lips. Accepting the whiskey from him.

"I won't tell the boss, if you don't," he flirted back. Was he flirting? No... just being friendly.

Though, you had never witnessed him, being friendly to anyone else.

With a shy smile creeping on your face, you opened the files. "I have managed to finish the wages, the books are balanced. If you would like to check," pushing the files towards him.

You expected him, to pick them up and read it. Nodding with a slight pout, he found himself staring at you.

“Yes? No?" you asked with a slight chuckle, at his silence.

Fuck Tommy, stop staring he chastised himself. "Oh erm, I trust you," he replied, closing the file.

"Anymore word, about this Jessie Eden, ey?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

Legs spread wide, his knee touching yours. As you sat in close proximity to him. You found your eyes drifting in between his legs, but quickly corrected yourself.

"Yes," you sighed, "She visited the workers at the Spark Hill factory, so I have been informed. She's yet to blow her whistle, so no strikes yet,"

Again, he nodded, eyes on yours. Flicking to your lips, you felt your cheeks heat up. Was it the whiskey? Or the closeness.

It had been six months, since you had last had sex. God you needed it. After a brief fling with a man from your old job, you quickly ended it. He wasn't for you. You had been single since then, focusing on your job.

"Thank you for the drink, I should get going," standing up, you picked the files back up.

As Tommy sat upright in his chair. Clearing his throat, he decided to bite the bullet. "Do you have anyone, Y/n?" he asked you outright.

"Sorry?" you asked, turning back to face him, the hem of your dress swooshing as you did.

Standing, he took a step towards you, "At home? A man? Waiting for you? To keep you warm on the cold nights?"

Shocked at his question, you found yourself staring at him. "Oh...me?... no, no, I use the fire for that," you smiled, feeling awkward. "To keep me warm,"

Saying your goodbyes, you left. Thinking it was a strange question, for him to ask you.

Flopping back down on his executive leather chair, he was pissed off with himself. What sort of a question was that? "To keep you warm on a cold night?"

Tommy, you dick.

Why did you have this effect on him? It's like you had him under some sort of spell. He was drawn to you, like a magnet. You were the breath of fresh air he needed, after Grace.

As much as he had thought he loved her at the time, he now was unsure. Yes, he missed her of course, he did. But, at the time, it had been a forbidden love. He shouldn't have been with her.

She had betrayed him. His whole family had hated her, fought against them being together. But, he had pushed back. It was fucking nothing to do with them.

After they had been married, the passion soon fizzled out. Yes, they had still had sex. But, it wasn't like in the beginning. Not how he imagined it would be like with you.

How he longed to please you, to roam his hands across your body. Kiss your soft lips.... he would cherish you. Protect you, have you want for nothing.

Monday morning soon came around, and Tommy found himself looking forward to seeing you. He had thought about you all weekend. As he entered the factory, he decided to seek you out.

He could easily be in one of his other offices today. But, had chosen to come here. Entering the room, he could see you standing at the filing cabinet. A red dress you had chosen today, hmm you suited red.

"What are you doing here?" a voice spoke to him, turning he found Ada sitting at one of the desks.

"I had some papers to pick up," he lied. Turning, you gave him one of your radiant smiles.

"Morning Mr Shelby," you responded, as you swooped past him to leave the office. Hmm, your perfume had a hint of Jasmine today. And your lipstick was a bit darker.

"Morning Y/n," he called after you.

Pushing her chair back, Ada looked her elder brother up and down. "No," she warned him, following his eyeline as he stared after you.

"Ey?" he asked, "No what?" Dumping his breifcase on her desk, he removed his cap. As he reached for his cigarettes.

"Y/n, just no," she scowled up at him, "She is an employee, you could choose anyone to keep your bed warm Tommy,"

Ada liked you, since you has started here. You had both clicked together. And she admired your work ethic.

Blowing the smoke away from Ada, he ran his hands through his hair. Getting pissed off at Ada's attitude. "It's not to keep my bed warm," he started, inhaling more nicotine. "I like her, alright?"

"Careful Tommy," Ada laughed, sipping her now cold tea, "That sounded like an honest confession,"

Stubbing his cigarette out in the already full ashtray, he picked his briefcase back up.

"Yeah, I do like her," he continued, "Y/n... she is a breath of fresh air, ok? The light in all of the fucking darkness, I find myself fucking thinking about her. She's up here,"

He stated, pointing to his head. "I want to get to know her, take her out, spend fucking time with her!"

Ada continued to grin at him, which incensed him even more.

"Is that enough fucking confession for you?" he barked at her, as he turned on his heel and found you standing behind him.....

Confession (Eggsy x reader fanfiction)

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

Your phone buzzed and lit up, catching your attention. You glanced at the clock, 10:58 PM. And although for some, the night was still young, you, who could certainly count the number of true friends she had with one hand, wondered about who would want something from you at that hour. Shifting your attention from the unfinished work on your computer, you pressed the button on your phone which screen had now dimmed to black.

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

Eggsy, the contact read. Gary, or Eggsy, Unwin had been your friend for years, even if you don’t count the years he’s been MIA from your life. You’ve been with him before he lost his way, before the stolen cars, before his stepfather’s abuse. You were one of the people who stood by him, letting him cry his frustrations out and also one of the few who stayed when he suddenly disappeared after a huge dispute between him and his abusive stepfather. You were never really angry at him (although the thought did cross your mind a couple of times) for leaving without a word, as you thought you didn’t need him as much as he needed you. You also reassured yourself that he would come back, as that’s just the type of person he was. And true enough, one summer morning, there was a knock on your door, a lad with a charming smile on your porch, and a bouquet of lovely carnations on his arm. Instantly, you forgot how deep inside, you almost wanted to not forgive him.

“Are you drunk?” You replied, knowing it was out of character for him to text you something in that nature, and also knowing that his favorite princess recently just got engaged to an equally charming prince. Although Eggsy and Princess Tilde never met again after spending the night together, you had a feeling that deep inside, he always longed for her to come looking for him. “She isn’t worth it, Eggsy.”

“Haha, it’s nothing serious, love. :)” 

Maybe it was just a British thing but he seems to like calling you a number of seemingly affectionate pet names which you really don’t know how to react to or much less to deal with, not being British by blood yourself. At this point, though, you were used to your heart jumping a little bit whenever he calls you by anything aside from your name or whenever he throws his arms over your shoulders.

“Don’t be out too late. Michelle will worry.”

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

You tapped your nails on the table. Seems like you can’t get away without giving him an answer. You contemplated on what to say as you glanced at the clock. 11:11 PM. You sighed deeply and began typing.

“I can’t remember how many times I caught myself staring at my digital clock, waiting for 11:11 just to be able to wish for you.”

Your thumb hovered over the send button for a solid minute before you grew big enough balls to hit send. You glanced at the clock once more, 11:13 PM. You rocked yourself on your chair in an effort to calm your nerves. When it didn’t work, you got up and started pacing. ‘Oh god, that was totally a confession. Why did I write that? I could’ve said something totally platonic instead!’  You mentally cursed yourself for finally being unable to contain your romantic feelings from your friend. It’s true, you’ve liked him for quite a while now. He used to be just a happy crush whose presence you appreciated, but recently, you discovered that it may be more than that. When did it start, you wonder? Maybe ever since he showed up on your porch in a pressed suit with that goddamn grin and those gorgeous flowers. He just looked so goddamn handsome, and having known him for quite some time already, his getup caught you off-guard. He never really wore proper clothes like that and he just cleaned up so goddamn well. You stayed in love with him even after he told you about all of his escapades while you two sat on the porch on that same day, the wildest one (in his opinion) being the time he fucked Tilde in the ass. Of course, that part broke your heart a little, but he just looked so fucking proud of himself that you started to feel proud of him too. After all, it seemed like his life was finally turning around. A job, a house, and a maybe-girlfriend. You honestly couldn’t possibly be any happier for him. When you still haven’t heard your ringtone, you glanced at the clock once more. 11:15 PM. Really? It seemed as if eons had already passed.

Tired both physically and emotionally, you lied down on your bed and closed your eyes. You almost didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep if you hadn’t been woken up by the sound of rocks pelting your window. “What the–?” you glanced at your clock once more. 1:24 AM.

You groggily trudged your way to your window, cracked it open and peered outside, looking for the perpetrator, only to come face to face with your longtime crush.

“What the? Were you sleeping?” He accused, glancing at your messy bed. “How can you sleep at such a crucial time? That’s just fucking cruel!” He complained, making himself welcome, slumping one leg over your window.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, confused and still a bit groggy. “Is this a dream..?”

You could see with the way he turned, the way his eyebrows furrowed and with the way his lips contorted that he was about to snap at you. Instead, though, he took one look at your sleepy face and his features softened, his mouth fighting back a smile. “I assume you haven’t read my texts?”

You shook your head. “Go on, then,” He sighed, slumping himself on your windowsill.

You stared at him for a moment, he still looked gorgeous even when he’s out of that suit you loved so much. He was massaging a sore spot on his shoulder while trying to fight back a yawn, though ultimately failing in the end.

You walked over your desk and pressed the button on your phone. Six messages, three missed calls. All of them were from Eggsy. You read the messages one by one.

“…is that a confession?” 11:24 PM.

“Love, was that a confession?” 11:29 PM.

Missed a call from Eggsy. 11:32 PM.

“(Y/N?) Please, doll, explain what your text meant.” 11:53 PM.

“Sweet, I’m too drunk for this. Please don’t make me beg too much.” 12:13 AM. ‘Kudos to him for maintaining proper spelling.’ You thought.

Missed a call from Eggsy. 12:19 AM.

“That’s it, I’m coming over. Are your parents home?” 12:48 AM.

“My friend’s driving, he didn’t drink. Don’t worry” 12:50 AM.

Missed a call from Eggsy. 1:18 AM.

You glanced up from your phone to Eggsy, who was now leaning forward, resting his arms on his knees while intently staring at you. Not knowing how to break the ice, you waited for him to speak. Eggsy, however, didn’t appreciate your silence, resting his back on your pillows once more while shutting his eyes and rubbing his forehead. “Darling, if that was a love confession and the reason why you’re still mute is because you’re still unsure about how I feel for you, then honestly, you’d be unbelievably oblivious.” He said with a frustrated sigh, leaning forward again, his eyes piercing your own pair once more. “Why the hell do you think was I so frantic if I didn’t like you back..?” He asked, his last few words almost a whisper.

Your eyes widened a bit, still quite unsure of what he said. Did he just say he liked you? His head hung low and his hands went to the back of his neck after getting things off his chest, almost as if he realized too late that what he said was embarrassing. Inhaling sharply, you made your way closer to the boy, while he stared at the floor, unaware of what you were doing. You kneeled in front of him, startling him a little, his face now only inches apart from yours. You placed your hands on his knees and you almost thought he wasn’t as nervous as you were because he never broke eye contact but his sudden gulp gave his façade away.

“I like you, Eggsy. Maybe love, even.” You mumbled, staring at his lips for a moment before taking them into yours, kissing him softly. You closed your eyes and felt Eggsy reciprocate almost instantly, inhaling sharply while his own lips kissed yours with urgency, both his hands cupping your face. He tasted mildly of beer, but you didn’t mind. His lips were finally on yours and it just felt so goddamn right that you thought nothing could ruin that moment. Without breaking the kiss, he gently lifted you up and sat you on his lap, his hands finding their way to your waist. Yours were now over his shoulders, pulling him as close as you can to your body. Not long after, the two of you were breathless and were forced to pull away. You stared at Eggsy, who stared back at you with a flushed face. You wondered whether it was the beer.

“I-I…”

“I know, Eggsy.” You cut him off, your right hand touching the back of his neck to bring his face closer to yours once more, already missing the sensation of his lips. You heard him grunt slightly, his own kisses turning slightly more aggressive over time. He picked you up and placed you on your bed, supporting his own body with his arms on your sides doing all this without breaking any contact between the two of you. When you two finally did, he was breathless, slightly sweaty and his face was redder than before.

“I love you. Be my girlfriend.”

You bit your lower lip, you saw it coming but hearing him say the words felt way better than simply reading between the lines. You gave him a nod as you found yourself unable to speak. Eggsy grinned at you, lowering his face to your neck and giving you gentle kisses.

“Good girl.”

The two of you laid side by side while holding hands after finally getting tired of eating the other’s face out. It was past three in the morning but the both of you were still awake, staring at the ceiling. You shifted your position to face him, his arm now wrapped protectively in yours while you kissed his shoulder lightly.

“Babe, my lips are right here.” He teased, looking at you sleepily before closing his eyes, waiting for your touch.

You raised yourself a little and gave his lips a small lick, whispering into them, “My parents aren’t home… sleep over.”

His eyes were suddenly wide open, surprised both by the sudden wetness on his lips and by your suggestion. When he looked at you, however, you had your eyes closed, sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. He smiled to himself, adjusting his position so he can wrap an arm around you. He licked his lips before closing his eyes, clicking his tongue and grinning to himself, thinking you may have the tendency to fall asleep on him during the most crucial times and that he may have to get used to it if he plans to stay for long.

“So unbelievably cruel.”

Author’s note: Hello people, this is my first tumblr post. I actually wasn’t sure where I should post this, but I figured maybe this would be a good way for me to start up this account. Not entirely sure whether I’d be posting more content like this or if I’ll just end up abandoning this account (like many others) but hopefully the former rather than the latter. Please feel free to leave comments and requests (regarding a sequel, for example) and I’ll see what I can do about them. Thanks for reading! P.S.: This will also be posted on my new Quotev account, in case tumblr becomes a total flop.