#cringe but free 💗

[mrsfitzgerald]

dresden 19.05.24 🕺 video: @kimifillovny

[pastelpousay]

UHHH IVE BEEN MEANING TO MAKE A REFERENCESHEET FOR HERRR BUT I HAVET YET BUT I WILL

Anyways this is my s/i oc Rina for Disney’s Hercules (cuz hades was lookin a bit too fine like zamn bbg where are you headed mr sir) but yea!! (Someone please like this please I worked hard on this 😭😭)

Anyways her and hades are just so in love (I need to work on their fic a little bit but yea)

[xoxoalette]

Eddie I Wana drink ya piss so bad 😞

Eddie when you send him the 10th most craziest text you could muster up at 5am in the morning

[almond-tofu-chan]

watching PreCure gives you so many vocal stims istg

[sunny-sourzii]

It's 'moon being obsessively and hopelessly in love' hours

Inspired by this song💗💗

I am cringe and I am free💕

[sugawhaaa]

SEONGHWA X READER

{Chapter one}

Blue paint red apple

Warnings:: mentions of guns and swords/abusive relationship

Pairing:: pirate!Seonghwa x princess!reader

Genre::pirate AU, ur fiance is clearly jealous LOL

A/N::I got this idea from a character of janitor ai so credits for the inspiration: marshwa4! I don't have this story fully planned out but I know it'll work out and PLEASE TRUST ME IT LOOKS SUPER STEREOTYPICAL AND CRINGE BUT JUST READ THE FIRST 3 PARAGRAPHS ITLL GET BETTER‼️

REMINDER‼️ this isn't 100% historically accurate and should be taken with a grain of salt. This story is also set in the late 1800s to early 1900s specifically in Europe but if you want you can imagine it wherever else you'd like, it is a fictional story after all 💗

Park Seonghwa wasn't an uncommon name to hear around the kingdom. It was more of a fairy tale name than anything. Stories of his rebellious and vicious acts travel around villages and kingdoms quickly. He has been seen by many royalty and merchants but rarely caught. Officials estimate that he's killed over 400 people in his 2 years of being a pirate, with the help of his crew of course.

You were much too concerned with your citizens to care about politics and things. Being the second heir to the throne meant that you didn't have to worry about politics or officials, you were worried about your people. You were a big part of one of the children's schools. A few times a week you'd head down to the children's school and teach them some things about being a princess and simply just hang out with the kids. That was pretty much the entire highlight of your life.

Most of the time you spend in your castle. You didn't really have duties to attend to and you didn't have many friends. Most people your age were too scared to talk to you.

You sat in your room painting a massive canvas in a soft green dress, a little apron over your body to protect your expensive dress from getting ruined. You held your palette in one hand and the paintbrush in the other. You step back to look at the entire canvas, a sad sigh escaping your lips. Disappointment in your eyes. The maid in the corner comes to your side.

"Is everything alright princess?" She asks kindly.

"Yes, quite alright," you say as you put down your palette and brush. You take off your apron and hand it to the maid. "I'm going for a walk around the village," you say as you leave your room. You go downstairs to see your fiance and father talking by the doorway. You stop your hurried steps and go down the stairs cautiously and gracefully, switching your persona. "Prince Herrington," you say as you approach your soon-to-be husband. He bows to you and you force yourself to swallow your pride and curtsy.

"Where are you headed?" Herrington asks with his chin up, looking down at you.

"I'm going out to retrieve some…" you paused and tried to speak while looking at his dispiteful face. "Paint," you nod and Herrington looks at you suspiciously.

He stands to the left of the door and holds it open for you. You walk out with a respectful nod towards him before heading for the village streets. You gaze around the streets taking in the Seabreeze and fresh air. You stop by one merchant who seems to be painting. You look at his table to see paints and hand-carved palettes. Once he notices your presence he stands up and bows.

"Princess Y/N, it is an honor," he says as he sits back down. "What can I offer you?" He says eagerly with a smile. You spot one beautiful blue paint and pick up the bottle.

"Could I have this? How much would it be?" You ask kindly.

"Free of cost for royalty," he says with an eager smile. You look at the bottom of the bottle to see £1.75. You toss him two pounds before walking off.

"Keep the change," you smile with a gentle wave. You turn to continue your walk before bumping into someone, stumbling backward from their force. You dust off your dress. "Excuse me," you say with a displeased expression as you look up to see a tanned-skinned man with his hair slicked back. Your lips parted in shock from such an exotic-looking man. He looked down at you with a blank expression.

"Pardon," he says in a rough voice. He leans down slightly to reach your height. "My, aren't you a rare sight," he says as leans closer. Your breath quickens as you step back a little. He picks up an apple from the stand next to you. He takes an aggressive bite as he examines you. You're at a loss for words as he analyzes you, his gaze heavy and lustful.

"Y-You're going to pay for that right," you raise an eyebrow at him and he looks down at the apple, standing up straight again. He tosses it behind him and a short and scruffy man catches it, his teeth gold and rotted as he smiles at the apple.

"And if I don't?" He crosses his arms with a little smirk. You adjust your dress and try to stand tall to him. You open your mouth to speak before stopping. "Cat got your tongue princess?" He chuckles as he looks down at you.

"You will pay for it. I command you to," you frown and cross your arms. He puts his arms down and scoffs.

"You command me to? Oh~ I'm scared," he says as he tosses a few coins to the merchant who stands there distraught.

"You should be," you say before instantly regretting your words, realizing how stupid you sound.

"Oh you're so cute," he chuckles and your cheeks grow pink. His eyes flutter down from your pink cheeks to your neck. His smirk faded to a stern look as he followed the chain around your neck, to the top of your dress, his eyes ever so slightly peering down your dress. You cover your chest and look away from him. He puts his hand on your waist and pulls you close. You gasp and put your hands on his chest. He notices a ring on your ring finger, silver with a blue gem in the center of it. He lets go of your waist and grabs your wrist, examining the ring on your finger.

You look at him sternly and he looks into your eyes. His eyes suddenly avert behind you to see a few soldiers. "I look forward to this," he smirks when the soldiers come up behind you.

"Who is this?" Herrington says in a loud voice, trying to stand his ground. You sigh and turn around to look at your Fiancé. You force a smile as you look at him.

"He's just a man I bumped into by accident," you chuckle with an innocent smile, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

"Let go of my wife," Herrington says in a strong voice trying to intimidate the man holding you. The man scoffed and let your hand down.

"I'm not your wife," you mumble and the strange man looks at you with curious eyes. Herrington grabs you and examines you carefully.

"Are you alright Y/N?" He says as he runs his hands over your body. You look away from him.

"I'm alright," you say in a lifeless tone. Herrington holds you close to him as a soldier points a gun at the man. You look concerned as they point the gun at him.

"What's with the guns~?" He mocks as he puts his hands on his hips. "I haven't done anything wrong, I paid for my food, I conversed with the princess for a moment, and now I'm on my merry way," he says as he turns around putting his hands up.

"He's right," you nod up at Herrington.

"He's armed!" Herrington calls out and gestures to the sword case on his left hip. The man quickly grabs the sword and points it at the soldiers. The dull wooden tip pointing to their guns.

"It's wood," he chuckles. "I use it to teach kids how to use swords," he laughs and puts the sword back in its case before walking off to find his crew of men who ran away earlier. Herrington encourages you to come back with him to the castle as he reminds you to never go outside without protection. As you walk back you look down at your ring, the blue gem glistening in the sunlight.

[Time skip]

That night you lay in bed. Your hand is raised above your head as you admire the ring. A maid rolls in a tray with tea and biscuits on it. "I heard about your encounter with Seonghwa earlier today," the maid says as she waits for you to sit up. You fix your nightgown and look at her surprised.

"Seonghwa? Like the pirate?" You ask confused as she offers you the teacup.

"Yes, princess. I was told by Prince Herrington that he was holding you in the street, interrogating you," she says in a worried tone as you take a sip of your tea.

"He didn't seem like Seonghwa, I thought he was just some man," you say as you look at the specs of leaves in your tea. "He was very well dressed for a pirate," you explain before looking at the maid. She takes your cup and offers you a small plate of biscuits. "I guess that explains his inappropriate behavior," you sigh before taking a bite of the biscuit.

"Oh? If you don't mind me asking, princess, what did he do?" The maid sits next to you on the bed. You clear your throat and prepare to speak.

"He looked down the top of my chest," you say as you rub your upper chest and the maid's eyes widen.

"Oh my," she gasps. "How vile, I'm so sorry for you," she says as she places her hand on your leg comfortingly. You shrug and pick up the teacup. "Well, you need to get some rest for your big day tomorrow. I'll be in my room if you need anything," she says before wheeling the trolls back out to the hallway, closing the door behind herself. You finish your tea and look at the canvas in the corner of your room. How different things would be if you hadn't gone out today, if you hadn't got mad at your painting, what would've happened? You sigh blow out your candle and lie down.

Your mind races with the memories of Seonghwa. His eyes, his touch, his voice when he spoke to you, the way his body was drawn to you like a magnet, his lips inches from yours. You daydreamed about someday meeting him again...

[universalitgirlsblog2]

🍥💗EDWARD ART SERIES💗🍥

(1) NO ONE TO CHANGE BUT SELF. 🍥Change your attitude towards the past which inevitably changes future towards that event .

💗It's not about that event. It's not about changing the past or the future, there's no one to change but self and self is simply your mind.

🍥When you experience something you disliked and it happened a years ago . Where do you think this experience is taking place? If you fear future, where do you think it is taking place ?It's all happening within your mind.

🍥Past and future only exist in the mind and you have the luxury to change what you wish in the mind.

💗The way you change self is to imagine with feeling anything you want,it must be something you want, not something you think you should want , something you have to want or else.

🍥Remove consequences from the mind, remove all punishments , impart yourself from guilt. Remove having to get things. Remove that stress. You do this by simply imagining what you want with the feeling of actual freedom to do so. A memory bothering you ? You find yourself cringing when you remember those memories?

💗 Ask yourself. Where is this taking place? Within Me.Who was cringing? Me . Who was imagining this ? Me. Once you reassure yourself that it's all within you , you change it. Ask yourself again. Can I change my feeling ? YES! Can I change it this how I wanted it to go ?YES! . Can I let this go entirely if I wish to let it go ? YES!Can I imagine what I wish ? YES! then do it , don't wait. Even if it's nagging you , don't fight but change it to what you want.

🍥If I'm imagining exactly what I want , the feeling will happen naturally. It must be exactly what I want or else I struggle to feel.

💗CREATING MY OWN HEAVEN IN MY MIND IS MY GOAL.

🍥Neville tells us not to live in desire. The Bible tells us to stop sinning. William Blake tells us not to suppress our desire. Take these words very seriously. If you have any tiny bit of desire , no matter how small . Neville tells us to fulfill it mentally. Keep pruning each day . Remove all the rules and consequences. Remove the outer world when you imagine. Remove all ideas of what you should do or have to do. Do what you want.

💗Whenever I am not not feeling and imagining well , the answer is : " I am not imagining what I want ." This is always my answer. The moment I actually go towards exactly waht I want , I become fulfilled. The fears go alway and bliss comes. I do not care what fear pops up. None of that matters to me. All that matters is that I fulfill it within me. MAKE CONSCIOUSNESS MY ONLY REALITY.

🍥Neville said this " You want to be free of all embarassment? How would you feel this night If you were not embarrassed, that not a thing in this world could embarrass you ? How would you feel where it so?".

💗When I assume it , I do not care about how it will happen or when or even if it is possible . All I care about is changing my entire feeling to exactly what I want. Then it's my own strange way, it grows my world. This is what I mean by giving yourself what you truly want . Find something deep that you want , and dare to assume it. This is what truly changes the "self" and that " self " will be expressed.

(2) LET GO OF CONTROL AND CONTROL SELF. 🍥There is no objective reality. Meaning the idea of coward to one is different to another. Everyone perceives things different. You may be grand in ones eyes but evil in another. The trick is not care about either and go to what you want.

💗Neville forgot to exercise the law. But he did not blame himself, instead he went straight to the law. He let go of all the HOW'S and slept in the assumption that he was married with that woman. He fell asleep as the one he WANTED to be. It was what his hearts desired. " NEVER BLAME, ONLY RESOLVE" - Neville.

🍥Who else can fulfill the desires in your heart, other than you?

💗Neville imagined to change his MIND. TO CHANGE HIS FEELING OF "I". He imagined to change the only thing that is expressed himself. Neville, at this time, knew he can change reality, if he changes himself. Since he was solely imagining on changing the FEELING of himself,he was able to persist regardless of circumstances. He did not care what others said , where he was at this world or his rejection. He ONLY cared about IMAGINING what he wanted.

🍥He let go of controlling his outer world and controlled himself. The world is reflecting self. And " SELF" is everything you think you HAVE and ARE. He may have got rejected and thought, " I am stuck . I have to stay there ". Instead, he changed himself , he changed what he believed he was and had in his mind. Now he believed he was back in New York. He HAS his bed back , his wife back etc. He has what he wants in his mind.

💗"This is how I do it: When I close my eyes this world is shut out and I , like Isaac , am blind to the outer world. Then I feel myself into the state of my desire. With my inner eye I see it all around me , I sense it's solidity, and when my five senses are awakened I have the feeling of relief, knowing it's accomplished. - Neville,Wonder Working Power.

🍥Neville removes the idea or concept of there even being an " outer self " when he imagines. He then FEELS what he wishes,see's what he wishes.

💗The great secret is the most freeing. It is to do anything you wish in your mind. You truly are the most high in your mind. You are powerful in your mind that NOBODY can imprison you, you can only imprison yourself. Nobody can free you,you can only free yourself. You are the RULER in your mind. You can be the king or the peasant. It is the entirely up to you, to what you desire to be in your mind.

🍥Don't think in terms of things coming to you. Think in terms of things coming FROM you. This means it was within you along.

(3)HE WHO WILL NOT LIVE BY LOVE MUST BE SUBDUED BY FEAR. 💗Fear will eventually , even if it is slow , conquer you, if and only if you are not filling your mind with what you love. If you do not choose LOVE you must be subdued by fear.

🍥The first manifestation of fear is withing the body. The body becomes afraid, the gut tightens and the muscles tense. Breathing becomes shallow and frustration start to form. These irritations then come back to the kind and the mind naturally starts to think of things it dislikes. Fear bears fruit of guilt, paranoia,uneasiness, sabotage, rage etc. But the ROOT is FEAR

💗The goal is to NOT change each and every fearful thought. It is not to argue and contemplate on the fear. However, doing that is not in itself harmful, but it is more of a detour. To get to the true heart of the issue, we must REMOVE FEAR ENTIRELY.The ONLY reason you are even thinking fearful things is because you FEEL fear. If you did not feel fear, you would not ever think fearful things.

🍥Do you fight them? Try to reason your way out of the feeling of fear? Try to force a good thought? This is the wrong approach. You still are not understanding who you are WITHIN if you do that. NEVER BLAME YOURSELF FOR FEARFUL THOUGHTS. Never blame, only resolve them within. You have the power to resolve to what you want. Don't waste that power on blaming yourself.

💗YOU ARE THE CREATOR. This means you are creating that fearful thought. When the fearful thought comes up, take FULL RESPONSIBILITY for it! See it as your creation! This means you are ALWAYS GREATER than what you are creating in your mind. The fearful thought is only there because you created it to be there. It has NO power of its own. It is truly all your dream.

🍥When you take responsibility for that fearful thought as your creation, ask yourself this simple question, "What is it that I would LOVE to think?" From here as the Creator, you can start to go towards LOVE. LOVE is the most powerful "thing" if you will, within you. Why? Because it never fails to TRANSFORM "SELF." Fear can be stagnant, but LOVE TRANSFORMS.

💗Your world is REFLECTING SELF. Since it is reflecting "SELF," then how can we transform "SELF" in the most efficient and best way possible? Through LOVE. By actually going within our minds and doing what we LOVE, having what we LOVE. This changes us at our very core.

🍥 From this new feeling of freedom and love, you will find it incredibly easy to think what you want. You will even find it harder to feel fear. This ease and love starts to become your natural State. People will start treating you in a better way. You won't even have to imagine every little thing going your way, it just will. Things you wanted months ago, start appearing in your world. Things that bothered you deeply, literally has no effect on you anymore. Why? Because you are no longer DESIRING, no longer FEARING. You are living in FULFILLMENT. Fulfillment in Love. You are actually living what you LOVE within, and this love expresses itself without.

(4)INNER MAN MUST BE EXALTED. 💗In order to feel completely free, you must identify yourself with the one within you.

🍥When Neville says "Leave the world just as it is and change self. No one to change but self," he means the self that is within, the only self there is. Why leave the world alone? Because it is only an expression of "SELF!" 💗That voice, the one in you that imagines, is YOU. THAT IS THE ONE WHO IS DESIRING. THAT IS THE ONE WANTS TO BE EXALTED. THAT IS THE ONE WHO WANTS TO HAVE THEIR DESIRES FULFILLED.

🍥You will identify yourself from within and you will grant your every wish from within. It does not matter if it is impossible, if your "SELF" wants it, grant it within. There are no rules for that "Self." If it wants guilt gone, then remove guilt in the mind. Feel forgiven and its all fine, that Self the true you, is desiring that. There are no rules that says you cant have. The beautiful thing is that the inner world can give you anything.

💗If you embarrass yourself in your mind, or hurt yourself, spark fear into yourself, you are doing that to "Self" the true you which is expressed. You worry about what society thinks, what so-so might think? Who is worrying? SELF! It is ALL YOU. Then you feel hurt, scared and you feel you can have what you want but who is hurt and scared? Your body? No, it is the inner you, the true you. The one who can shed its skin (state) like a snake. When you are fearing, who is doing it? THAT "SELF!" YOU. IT IS IMAGINING IT! But that "Self" does not want to feel that fear anymore, it desires to imagine something new. But since you identify yourself with outer-world and outer-self instead of your True Self and inner-world where everything is possible, you remain stuck. "SELF" becomes irritated, fearful etc. You feel fear in your body, your irritations, that angst will forever remain until you fulfill it within.

🍥You want to change ? Then leave the fearful, embarrassing, irritating world just as it is. Do exactly what Neville says. Then identify yourself FULLY with your True Self, the one that is desiring within. Then fulfill all your dreams to its fullest. 💗Identify yourself, not with this world, but with the one within, the one who is truly desiring.

(5)IMAGINING IS FUN. 🍥 Thoughts come FROM your feeling.

💗All those thoughts of fear, all those thoughts of what bad thing could happen, all the thoughts of "what if it never happens?" Every one of them, comes FROM the FEELING.

🍥If is the FEELING that is the cause of the thought, then that means the thought HAS NO POWER OF ITS OWN. That means the thought HAS NO TRUTH IN ITSELF. That means the thought IS CREATED. It means that if you change your FEELING all the thoughts necessary for you to think for your bridge of incidents are ALREADY LAID OUT FOR YOU.

💗 Change the word "belief" to FEELING. Think only in terms of these: Creating, Feeling and Thinking. You create the feeling you want and from that thoughts come. That is a STATE.

🍥 Remove this idea that beliefs are hard to change and they are blockages in your subconscious.

💗Change the word "belief" to "feeling" because the word "belief" sounds too difficult to change. But once you understand a belief is merely a FEELING (just like desiring is just a feeling), the idea of "changing a feeling" sounds completely achievable.

🍥Fearful Feeling gives birth to Fearful Thoughts. If you change your feeling, you would simply see there is no truth in your fearful thoughts. The only reason why you "believe" them to be true is simply because you feel it.

💗Remember we think-FROM our feelings, this is how we KNOW if we are in a State. So, just FEEL and FEEL and FEEL. Give yourself entirely to the FEELING (because the FEELING is your "end"), then you will NATURALLY THINK-FROM that position. There is NO WORK ON YOUR PART.

🍥FREE YOURSELF IN YOUR MIND ENTIRELY. Stop caring if it will happen or what will happen, REALITY IS YOUR MIND. IT REFLECTS "SELF."

💗FEEL EVERYTHING YOU WANT AND THE THOUGHTS WILL COME. IT IS FUN!It is only fun if you imagine and feel what you want. It's not fun "trying to get" or "trying to manifest" or "checking the world to see if it is growing." Growth, getting what you want, experiencing what you want is WITHIN!

[chelseachilly]

baby, just say yes | social media au

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: your engagement and wedding with ben <3

a/n: needed a quick break from writing the last chapter of this love so decided to make this, it was super fun so you can expect more smaus from me!! 💗

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yourusername @benchilwell is always full of surprises but I think this was the best one yet...can't wait to spend forever with you my love ❤️

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benchilwell I love you so much ❤️🥹

masonmount Took you long enough mate! Congrats you two!!

sophiaamelia omg congratulations!!! so happy for you both 🤍

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benchilwell Thanks to everyone who celebrated our engagement with us today and to our incredible friends @madders and @ kennedyalexa for hosting 😊

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kennedyalexa Our pleasure, such a perfect day! 🥰

madders Only did it in exchange for free babysitting now that we're in London

yourusername Any time!! Ben could use the practice 😉

chelsfan uh oh chilly's in trouble 😂

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benchilwell Mr & Mrs Chilwell 🤍 The best day of our lives

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masonmount So much love guys ❤️

kennedyalexa Can't get over how stunning you looked Y/N 💗

benchilwell what about me???

madders bloody gorgeous mate

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yourusername A few more because I’m kinda crazy obsessed with my husband (!!!) love you forever BC ❤️

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benchilwell Not as obsessed as I am with my wife 😘😘😘

alexchilwell You two are dangerously close to becoming one of those cringe insta couples

benchilwell 🤷🏻‍♂️

[ambrozjas]

I feel like two-bit is the kind of guy to be scared of spiders and then he just atarta get mad and freaks out that the spider is there and starts crying because he's mad(I feel like he would cry when hes mad😭🙏🏻)so could you maybe please do two-bit with a fem reader helping him kill the spider or being scared about it with him please

(also I love writing so much and your theme is so cute💗💗)

“f-fuck—!” two-bit said, drawing out the ‘f’ sound as his eyes widened. he hopped up onto the kitchen counter, knocking over a few bottles in the process as he let out a shrill cry.

you appeared from the hallway, eyes frantic as your head turned in every which way trying to find the threat. “what? what is it?” you screamed. all two-bit did was aggressively point at the floor, to which you squinted at it. and there you saw it. a small black spider. it looked harmless, maybe even cute, really. you bit your cheek to stop yourself from laughing when you heard your boyfriend screeching from on top of the counter for help.

“alright, alright! where are the paper towels?”

“you’ll need a flamethrower for that damn thing! there’s—there’s pro’ly more of ‘em all over this damn house!”

“yeah, ‘cause you don’t clean it, keith.” you snorted, your eyes landing on a small roll of paper towels near the kitchen sink. you sauntered over to them, making sure to go extra slow just to rile him up.

“can’t you go a little faster?! i’m dyin’ here!” he shrieked, extending his hands outwards in an exaggerated motion as his grey eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“are you fuckin’ crying?” you asked as you watched two-bit’s eyes glaze over with a sheen layer of tears.

“just get the damn spider!” he shouted, his voice cracked a bit on the ‘damn’ to which you laughed. all it took was one swift move and you scooped the small arachnid up, clenching it in your hand with the paper towel so it wouldn’t escape.

“y’done bein’ a baby, now?” you tilted your head, your free hand on your hip as you watched two-bit climb off the counter. he cringed at the sight of the paper towel and muttered incoherently as he saw you go to the bathroom to flush the spider down the toilet.

when you came back, you saw two bit pouting on the couch. once you had sat down on the arm of the sofa, you put your hand on his shoulder and asked about his worries. he simply flashed you a cheeky grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners before he asked.

“wanna get me a few more beers, pretty lady?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this request was so cute!!! ughhh and youre so sweet thank you sm 💕

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[nikatyler]

💗 Celebrating Women CAS Challenge 💗

You know me, I love a long CAS challenge, so let's do another one! Let's create 31 amazing and diverse female Sims in March!

As always, it's up to you how you decide to do the prompts, there's no right or wrong. I encourage you to get creative. This might sound cheesy and cringe but women come in all shapes and sizes (and I'm not just talking literal body shapes and sizes).

Participate once or do the whole list, combine prompts, get inspired to do things your way, all is fine with me, there are no rules, just have fun!

Add #CelebratingWomenCAS2024 and I will try to get around sharing your post as soon as I can.

Want more? Not vibing with a certain prompt? Got ya. You can mix and match them with my list from last year!

I would also like to say that trans women are women and my content is not for terfs 💕

Prompts transcribed under the cut.

💗 An Ordinary Woman 💗 In the Hospital 💗 Artistic Eye 💗 Explorer 💗 Online Icon 💗 Modest 💗 Unbroken 💗 An Inspiration 💗 Magical 💗 Quirky 💗 Academic 💗 Movie Star 💗 Bimbo 💗 Mother 💗 Singer 💗 Activist 💗 Mystery 💗 Country 💗 Alternative 💗 Cat Lady 💗 Heroine 💗 Disco Diva 💗 Trendsetter 💗 Plant Mom 💗 Hot Girl Summer 💗 Wordsmith 💗 Retired 💗 Detective 💗 Vintage 💗 Ballet 💗 Free Space! Celebrate yourself or a woman in your life <3

[homkamiro]

I LOVE THE TF2 MLP AU SM. it gives me sm nostalgia to when i was a kid and i and everyone in the fandom made pony aus of franchises we liked- im so happy cringe is dead and tradition is alive 🥹

ALSO THE INFECTION AU POST. GOOD SHIT;!;!!!!!!!!!! gore and body horror are inseparable from (hopefully only the mature part of) the mlp fandom and i felt so giddy jumping for joy kicking my feet up seeing that it had a resurgence!! Your post of this au with your tf2 ponies was my introduction to it!!! Nature is healinggggg

That post is BOMB. WE GOT: 1) HEAVYMEDIC ANGST. 2) PYRO & ENGIE ANGST. 3) BOOTS & BOMBS ANGST. 4) DADSPY ANGST. 5) SNIPER ANGST. ITS GIVING💅🏽💅🏽💅🏽 and the way the disease spreads differently for all of them is so creative!!!!!! Engie wants to sever the infected body part but cant cus its on his back and he needs medics help for that (and med is way too far gone to do any operation), and scout doesn't want his wings severed even tho that would save him cus he still wants to fly!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

also soldier misinterpreting the request is so good. And pyro wanting to help but not being allowed to cus they'd try to burn engie. Demo drinking himself to death cus he cant handle seeing his friend in the state that he's in. Sniper disappearing cus he wants to be with his parents during this horrible time even tho they have a strained relationship. Spy wanting his son to live through this so much that he's planning to sever his wings himself. And heavyyyyyy. Heavy breaking his heart everyday still taking care of medic knowing he's going to have to kill the love of his life soon. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyways sorry for fuckin. Screaming in your asks and basically just repeating what you wrote sgjdjd. I just really love this au (and especially that comic with scout, medic and engie!!!) and the infection au post made me so nostalgic to the early days of the mlp fandom that the adhd went mental and i had to shout about it lol- feel free to not respond to this! Youre awesome! Keep doing you!!!!!!

(also youre really good at drawing gore????? Hello teach me pls)

WHAT A BIG FEEDBACK OHMYGODヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ

Anyway I'm really super puper glad you liked my au!! I was a little hesitant to post it, since AU in AU sounds weird but I'm glad I thought otherwise - cringe culture should be dead!! Mix your hyperfixations it's good for your health!!!

AND AHHHHGGGGGH You noticed so many details thankyouuu🥺💗💗💗The best thing about this AU is that every ship and brotp can work so well in this story. Engie first helping Medic but then ending up being also infected??? Spy checking up on Engie and making him eat since he's too stressed to take a break??? Demo, Heavy and Pyro comforting each other after loosing their friends??? Spy and Scout both raging on Sniper for leaving like a coward??? Or maybe Heavy, as an earth pony, comforts Scout after he just got his wings amputated??? So many possibilities!!

Don't worry, I love when people are noticing all the details and just get,, really invested into my stuff, it really brings me joy and you made my day so much better!!🥺🥺I feel honestly a little insecure, since my pony designs and thoughts may not be the best, but I'm glad that so many people still like my mlp×tf2 stuff!! It's really endearing to know that finally something I like making is also likable to you!

About gore -- I have no idea😭I love gore but it's a pain to draw properly and scary, you'd need practice and references (I mostly use art references since yknow,,,real photos can make me sick)

[everafterwhat]

YOUR ART IS SO CUTE IM SCREAMING AND DYING I JUST WANNA STICK THEM IN MY POCKET 🌸

To everyone who sends me sweet messages, it really warms my heart. I really struggle with my artistic worth and hearing this kind of thing makes me not only feel valid for how special Ever After and Monster High are too me but also that my work is appreciated by people.

Thank y’all for supporting my art and feel free to send in requests!!

💗💞🖤💗💗💞🖤🖤💞💗🖤🖤💞🖤💞🖤💞💗💞💗🖤

(Not me drawing a cringe af illustration of my fav fictional characters hugging me🤪🤭💞)

[zzoomacroom]

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @tj-dragonblade! 💗💗💗

I haven't had much time to write lately, and I'm having one of those "everything I write is cringe and I hate it" moments, but hopefully I'll get my groove back soon.

Last thing I wrote was for the next chapter of Rain Is Coming Down. I'm not really happy with how this scene is coming together, so I will most likely be making some big edits.

Context for what's going on in this snippet: Retired Dream is pregnant, and Hob is telling Death about the difficulties he and Morpheus have been facing while trying to find prenatal care. The character mentioned here, Eileithyia, is the Greek goddess of childbirth and midwifery, whom I have adopted as an OC because I decided actually there should be even more mythological figures who have beef with Morpheus.

In the end, the best candidate Hob managed to find had been a veterinarian with a discreet side practice treating human patients. When he had brought it up to Morpheus, well… if looks could kill and Hob could die, he’d have been reduced to a pile of ash on the spot. He’d almost made a joke about the vet being perfect for his angry cat of a husband, but he didn’t fancy sleeping on the sofa for the next decade, so he’d kept his mouth shut. “I suppose,” Morpheus had conceded through gritted teeth, “I would be willing to speak to Eileithyia. If there is truly no better option.” So it worked out brilliantly after all, and Hob couldn’t be prouder of Morpheus—the man’s held grudges for billions of years, so this is big. “Yeah, she’s been a life-saver,” Hob says. “If it weren’t for her, we would’ve had to go with one of my, er… underground contacts. And they’re all either glorified drug dealers or so-called ‘doctors’ with questionable credentials whose usual gigs involve extracting bullets from mobsters. And of course anything through the NHS is out of the question.” “Of course. Can’t have your secret getting out,” Death winks. “Too right,” Hob agrees before downing the last of his tea. It’s a relief talking to someone who understands. “Only it’s a bit frustrating; not like we can tell any of our friends the real reason we’ve got a midwife making house calls instead of going to an obstetrician like normal people living in the 21st century. Suze keeps trying to talk us out of having a home birth. I think now she thinks we’re just artsy-granola-hippie types. What was it she was asking you the other day, darling?” “She was impressing upon me the importance of vaccinating the baby,” Morpheus replies. “And reminding me that there is no shame in getting an epidural,” he adds with an endearingly perplexed frown.

No pressure tags: @ralkana @fleabagoftheendless @linzod @menthol-drops Not sure who has been tagged for this recently, so consider yourself tagged if you see this, and/or feel free to tag me on your post! ✨

[mamayan]

ooo for the even may I request 20,21,28,77,and 100 with teacher! Sanemi? 🤞💗

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Sanemi Shinazugawa

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” || Lesson || Sensitive || Professor/Teacher

tw: NSFW • Teacher/Student • Thigh Fucking • Sanemi makes you do math idk • Fem! Coded but no terms or gender mentioned

wc: 971

“Mr. Shinazugawa?” You approached the door nervously, heart racing as you tried to calm your mind and figure out why your Calculus professor was calling you in after his office hours. Though undeniably attractive, you admitted the man was rather intimidating.

“Come in,” he sounds tired you note, slipping into his office and closing the door softly behind you. He doesn’t look up from papers he is grading, only muttering a “sit” while his hand constantly moves, red pen glaringly obvious. You obey, sitting down in a plush armchair in front of his desk, quiet but fidgeting as you wait for him to acknowledge you further.

He doesn’t.

Once you’re sure ten minutes have passed, you interrupt as politely as you can.

“Mr. Shinazugawa, if there’s nothing then…” his pen halts, and so do you.

Then those sharp wide purple eyes glare at you, his fierce expression striking you with trepidation.

“You’re failing.” You froze, heart hammering as panic consumes you. You hadn’t thought you were doing so poorly, how could you—it’s obvious how you’re failing when you realize he’s grading midterms. The grade hadn’t been entered yet, so he was aware who was going to fail his course after grading them.

“I-is there something I can do? A retest or—,” he interrupts, “I don’t do retests.” You visibly deflate, dread creeping into your veins as you stare at the devilishly handsome man before you.

Shame creeps into your cheeks as you swallow before trying again, “Is—ah, is there anything I can do, Mr. Shinazugawa?” It came awkwardly, the sultry touch you added to your voice as you scooted closer to the edge of your chair. “So that I can pass your class…?” It’s a long shot as you look up at him under your lashes, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip while trying to appeal to a softer side to him.

His startling bark of laughter has you flinching, cringing away from him as he slaps the desk and leans over it to look down on you.

“L/N, you’re pathetic, you know that right?” His tone is condescending and mean, but his eyes are on fire.

“I-I didn’t—,” you stammer.

“Stand up and put your hands on the desk.” His order is obeyed shockingly with ease, your blood rushing as you realize he seems to have accepted.

Sanemi walks around his desk to where you stand with your hands splayed on the wood of his desk, body jittery as he grasps your hip and crowds your space.

“I didn’t take you for an extra credit student, are you offering this to all your professors?” His hot breath in your ear makes your mind go blank, only squeaking out an answer when he squeezes your rear roughly. “No!”

“Hm,” he seems uncaring almost as he starts to unbutton your bottoms, your hand twitching but ultimately staying in place as your lower half is stripped in his office of all places.

“Mr. Shinazugawa th-the door—,” he chuckles as he bares you, rough palms you wouldn’t expect a professor to possess running over your skin.

“You worried? Guess you should’ve thought of that when you offered yourself like this.” He grunts, smirking as you shiver under his touch, his fingers finally skimming your sex as you gasp and arch your back.

“Press your thighs together.” He orders simply, but even as he says it he’s pressing his foot to yours and helping you along. Once your thighs press together, you hear his pants unzip, head turning to see him free his rather thick cock. He’s shameless as he grins, pumping it with a clenched fist right behind you, and making a show of letting his spit drop down onto the veiny rod.

“Mr. Shinazugawa…?” He likes the uncertain look on your face, clearly in over your head but excited nonetheless.

“Scared?” His grin is a nasty, fierce expression, only amplifying it as he grin and slips his cock right into the soft portion of your inner thigh.

“Oh,” you’re crowded farther against the desk, hands clammy as you slip a little and he pressed himself firmly against your rear. A glance down and you can see the reddened pretty tip poking through against your sex, mind clouding with lust as he begins slowly working himself between your thighs.

It feels good. The tip continuously grazing over you and sparking your arousal as his leaking pre-cum mixes with your own arousal, the wet sloppy noises beginning to worsen as his pelvis meets your ass. “Sensitive?” He asks in a huff. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, voice graveling as he moans. “Fuck you feel good, and from how you’re soakin’ me, I guess you like this too.” A moan is his answer, feeling your body heat at his words and the deep sounds he keeps echoing in your ear.

“Please,” you don’t mean to sound so needy, but you feel your release approaching the rougher he gets, balls slapping against the back of your thighs as he rubs against you.

“Hah? Please what,” he lets one hand release your hip to tangle in your hair, rutting against you as gasp and choke on another moan, the feeling intensifying as he forces you to arch your back.

“Please let me cum!” The words burst from your lips, climax so close.

“Looks like you can be taught something,” he chuckles, hips driving even harder against as he whispers in your ear, “Cum for me.”

You shudder as you come apart, not even paying attention as he makes a mess between your thighs, grip tightening and forcing you close against him.

“So… my grade…?”

His eye twitches, “Come in tomorrow, you’ll be doing some reviews before you retest.”

He leaves you standing there stunned, storming out of his office with a wide grin.

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@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi

[emilsendo]

Hii!! I saw you were doing requests and I read some of your works and I love your writing!! Could you do Toman with a partner who does dance- all styles but mainly ballet, jazz, and lyrical -and goes away for competitions and stuff?? Just stuff like it they’d go watch them or things like that? Idk I hope that makes sense, sorry💗💗

Hiya! I'm glad you like my writings, it makes me so happy :) I hope you will enjoy this post.

Mikey

The best boy ever.

At your competitions, he would be THE LOUDEST, 'cause he support ya will all his heart.

He is literally your Number one fan, and if someone will judge you because of your passion for dancing "'Cause that's cringe". Trust me, Dude. He will beat the living shit out of them.

He would act childish (nothing new) when you refused to go out together because you had to practice for a dance competition. He would try to bribe (force, ahem 👀) you to go with him.

Bro is the type to learn dance with you and call ya his "teacher", just to tease you.

Sometimes when you're dancing, you can see Mikey lying on the floor on his stomach, one hand supporting his chin while he looks at you with a smile and a loving face. Of course, he would then eat dorayaki too.

Draken

Supportive boyfriend af.

He would be like your bodyquard. He is very protective of his partner, so when they are begin bullied or judged by stares just because of their passion for something, he isn't afraid to end the stranger's life with strong punch in the face.

After every dance you do, he will clap with his hands and whistle with adoration, having a small smile on his face.

When you will try to teach him how to dance to some of the songs, I have to warn ya, he's stiff as hell.

He have a big secret. Ya want to know what? Bro tried to learn how to dance to one song, so he would not feel awkward when you will ask him to join you. But he failed miserably.

Keisuke Baji

He would dance with you, I think he have a thing to dancing too.

But he would laughs his ass off when he saw you dancing ballet....Don't get him wrong, he just find this type of dance funny.

Keisuke will always be there for you at your dancing competitions, even if it means failing a year because he forgot to study for a test.

If he found a nice song he likes, he will quickly go to you and ask you to make some dance system, so you both could dance to at your free time.

If he felt bored from watching you dance for too long. He would slowly approach you and then bite your neck to get you to pay attention to him.

Nahoya Kawata(Smiley)

This little bitch would distract you a lot.

He one time even played a romantic song without lyrics, while looking at you with this evil smile. Before saying "Oi, Y/N~ Can ya dance to this?😁"

Idk why, but I am feeling like he would "look" at your ass all the time xDD

If someone will judge you, I swear, Nahoya would give them the most sadist, bombastic slap they ever receive.

Please, have patient, 'cause the boy will be sometimes VERY annoying with his words and actions. Example: You're dancing to (type of music), while Smiley was sitting on the couch in your room. He was also eating VERY loudly a chips, he was doing it on purpose. After he ate them all, it was silence for a minute, before he process to call you without stopping. "Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! BAE! BAE! BAE! BAE! BAE!!!!", and when you answered "WHAT?!", this mf said "Nothin'😁".

Souya Kawata(Angry)

This cute blue bean would be embarrass while watching you dance.

He thinks that you're at some moments too attractive for him. Yea, that's true. Dancing makes you look hotter than you look, in his opinion.

When you will ask him to dance with you, he would not know how to make some steps to the music. But he wasn't bad too! Actually, he is kinda good at dancing.

He loves watching you dance jazz, ballet and lyrical. Even if he feels shy, he finds this whole thing beautiful to watch and listen. The movements you are making with grace and perfection, without any small mistake. It's just a peom for Souya.

Mitsuya Takashi

He would act like a supportive husband.

You have competition? He is there, supporting you with all his energy. You want him to watch you dance? He will do that, while giving you a lovely advice about some things in it. You need clothes for dancing? No problem! He'll sew you the most beautiful and elegant suit/dress ever.

He loves helping you with achieving your dreams, but he HATES when you're overdoing with practicing for competitions.

He feels like choking you for not listening to him about taking care of yourself!

Mitsuya went out of the kitchen and enters the room where you were dancing. He smiles at that sight, before he said with calm voice. "Y/N! Breakfast is ready, you have to eat somethin' to have energy for your training." When he noticed that you're too into your thing, he narrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. "Coff Coff" He faked a cough. Catching your attention. "Are you again overdoing yourself? Y/N, we have talked about it..." If you would try to complain about giving you one more minute or some, he would raise an eyebrow and you already know what that means. NO.

Pah-chin

His yelly brain would not understand WHY you have this kind of hobby. He is finding dancing as a borning thing to do.

Don't ever ask him to join you, he will say "No".

At your competitions, he would bring you your fav snack as a reward.

He would sometimes forget about your competitions.....don't blame him! After he will realize that you have it, he would run as fast as he can, even if he hates running.

"*pants* I- AM! *pants* h-here!! *pants, pants* I would- NEVA forgot, *at the end of passing out*"

Chifuyu Matsuno

He would actually dance with you with a lot of enthusiasm.

Even if he doesn't know how to dance ballet or jazz, he would try to dance it while clinging to you affectionately at some time.

You two even got peke j to dance with you two. Ya all looked like a happy family.

He is your biggest fan, of course, Peke J is too.

He treats you like his private teacher, he wants to dance even a bit similar to you. So he need to learn from a master, right?

"Y/N, I am doing it good?" Chifuyu asked softly, as he repeat the same dance movement after he got your attention on him. "Almost perfect, you need to be a bit faster and less stiff with it. Let me help." You put your hand around his waist, making him blush a bit. Then your other hand showed him the right way of doing the dance move. When he did it right, he laughs happily and hugs you to thank you.

[peach-and-bugs]

I'm so glad someone's taking requests for YJ! But I'd like to ask for adult Misty x reader with dialogue 3 please!

💗Confessional - Misty Quigley (2021) x fem!Reader💗

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: Misty doesn't know the difference between a crush and a squish (the want to be close to someone in a friend way) and is quite surprised when she realizes the difference!

Warnings: mention of cannon death and body disposal (Adam) and alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2,385

A/N: Hello Loves! It's Misty's turn! I absolutely love Misty and she's definitely in my top three favorite characters. But honestly, she's kind of hard to write for, so I don't know how much I like this one. Fortunately, I do have more requests for her, so she isn't going away anywhere and I've got time to work more with her. This was another Yellowjackets dialogue request, so feel free to send in anything you'd like with Misty or another one of the girls with one of the prompts! but as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading 💗

Misty Quigley Tag List:

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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Misty entered her house with a rather loud sigh and a crash from the slamming of her backdoor. She practically threw her groceries on the counter, mumbling under her breath as she left them be to get something to drink from her fridge. She said fuck it and cracked open a coke, taking one long swig before setting it back on the counter and returning to the grocery bags. However, she was interrupted once again by a knock at her front door that had Caligula squawking. He must have been frustrated by all the interruptions as well. She grumbled again and maneuvered through her house to the door, opening it with far more vigor than she’d intended to. She was startled to find you at her door at this hour and she seemed to have startled you as well.

“y/n! I wasn’t expecting you,” she forced with a shiny smile. You chuckled, relaxed, and smiled as well. Misty had known you for quite some time now, however, most of that time had been spent over online citizen detective forums and eventually texting and phone calls before you finally met up in a local coffee shop a month or so ago. After that, you’d kept in pretty regular contact. Shed decided recently that she liked you. And considering that Caligila had gotten comfortable with you holding and petting him quite quickly you must be a good pick after all. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop in so suddenly but you'd been so quiet lately and I dunno, I got worried,” you grew shy as you gave her your reasoning, absently brushing loose hair behind your ear. “Oh! And I brought cookies,” you added, wrinkling your nose as you smiles. Misty grinned, enjoying the concern, and shrugged.

“It’s alright, I’ve been helping my friends with something is all. Do you want to come in? I was just putting groceries away before prepping dinner,”

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother-”

“Nonsense!” she chirped, reaching out her hand to take yours and tug you inside. She managed to take your purse from your shoulder and hang it on one of the free hooks by her door. “I’ll cook for us and we can catch up. What have the forums been talking about? I haven't had the time to read any of them,” she fibbed as she made her way into the kitchen with you trailing behind. She flicked on the small radio on her kitchen windowsill to whatever random radio station she'd been listening to previously. 

“Oh! Did you hear about that Adam guy on the news? Some people online have been looking into that. It looks like someone could have been behind him going missing,” Misty had to refrain from physically cringing at that comment, seeing as how she’d just come home from the dead man’s apartment and the funeral in which she eliminated the crucial parts of his identification. 

“Pfft, that case? That’s going nowhere. He probably just hopped on a boat and is across the world by now. I bet something will come out about money laundering or something eventually,” she flat-out fibbed as she pulled carrots and celery out of her grocery bags to put them into her fridge while you stood awkwardly holding your plate of cookies in hand.

“Um ok,” you mumbled “Well, is there anything I can do to help you? I wouldn’t want to just stand in the way,” you chuckled nervously. Why you found so nervous Misty couldn’t tell, but there seemed to be a strange feeling in the kitchen's air, one she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But she smiled again and looked down at her grocery bags, holding her hands in the air and wiggling her fingers as she contemplated what she could have you do. 

“Ah! Why don’t you give those to me and start boiling some water while I finish unpacking this, hm,” she suggested as she began digging through one of the paper bags, to pull out a newly bought bag of spaghetti noodles which she offered to you in exchange for the plate in your hands. After a second you initiated the exchange and made your way to the stove as Misty pulled out a pot for you to boil. 

You scooted around each other in the small space as you filled the pot and she continued organizing her groceries. Every few seconds your hand would brush against the small of her back so naturally that she might not have noticed, so when she needed to move past you she’d gently cup your hip, though it was more like her hand hovering over you. Even so, she still thought she could feel the prickling of your skin under her touch. It was endearing, she realized, to have that sort of effect on someone, though that's how friends were supposed to make each other feel. So, you were her friend now. That was nice. 

“How much of this do you want me to make?” you asked her as you opened the bag. 

“Just dump it all in there. I can eat the rest over the week for my lunches at work,” she decided as she pulled the ingredients she wanted to use for her sauce and meatballs. She had leftover sauce from when she’d made it before at a far larger portion size than she had intended to that was still good and she pulled out some of the new ground beef she’d bought along with bread crumbs, eggs, garlic, and an assortment of other spices. 

She began organizing her ingredients before rolling out her meatballs, but before any of that, she got her sauce back on the stove to warm up next to you in a large saucepan. She casually checked on the noodled, which you were salting and they seemed to be coming along quite nicely. She moved back to her meatballs as her sauce was going by you with a lid on, but as she made the last part of the meal she couldn’t notice that strange feeling again. 

She wasn’t sure who it could be coming from, if not from the both of you, but something other than the smell of dinner was in the air. The strangest part was how it was such a comforting feeling to Misty. There was something so natural about having you in her kitchen with her. Maybe it was because she hadn’t seemed to make many friends into her adulthood, besides her high school friends, of course, though they didn’t seem to talk much anymore. Could it just be that you were here and interested in being with her? You had come to check on her when she’d been quiet after all. That had to be it then. 

She tossed the meatballs into the now boiling sauce to cook. She stood next to you awkwardly for a moment before reaching over you for a ladle to scoop some of your pasta water to add to her sauce, which she stirred around. You unexpectedly moved to take the ladle from her, accidentally taking hold of her hand in the process. She noticed the way your eyes widened eyes dilating for a moment or so, which she found quite curious. She tuned in long enough to realize what song was now playing. It was one her mother used to play when she was a child. 

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Her eyes scanned over your face. You bit your bottom lip, taking it into your mouth

I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say:

She let go of the ladle and smiled. 

“I need to go feed Caligula and get the table ready,” she said quickly, taking a step back from you. She turned on her heels and rushed far faster than she had intended out of the kitchen and into her lounge and to her bird’s cage. He squealed quietly and Misty smiled, opening the door to the cage and petting the bird’s head. He cooed, shitting his eyes as he nuzzled into the palm of her hand. 

“Caligula, do you have any idea what’s going on with me?” she murmured as the bird climbed on her hand, up her arm, and onto her shoulder as she went to throw away the uneaten food in his dish and refill it for dinner. He began messing with her hair, preening her as he always did at dinnertime. Misty craned her neck to peek into the kitchen, quietly watching as you walked across the room to find plates and utensils and a strainer for the noodles. 

Misty finished refreshing Caligula’s dinner, coaxing the bird back into his cage to eat and she shut the door behind him. She moved on into the dining room, still keeping an eye on you. As she did, she opened a drawer and found an old candle setting along with a lighter she’d never gotten around to using. She figured out why not and arranged the setting, as well as two table placements on the table, dimming the overhead lighting as you walked in with two full plates. 

You paused at the dining room’s entryway, staring at the candles and the table settings placed one at the head of the table and the other directly diagonal to it on the long end of the table. When you didn’t move Misty took the plaits from you and set them both down before trotting off into the kitchen. 

“Now, I have a pinot noir, but I’ve also got a cabernet sauvignon that is just divine!” she allied from the kitchen. You didn’t reply as she rummaged through her cabinets for two glasses. You hadn’t moved from where you stood just yet and noticed after looking back. “y/n, you alright?” she asked, tilting her head with curiosity. You perked up at the sound of your name and skirted to take your seat at the table. 

“Oh! Um, you made the cabernet sauvignon sound very good,” you answered in a rushed attempt at sounding normal that Misty didn’t quite pick up on. She grabbed what she was told, along with a wine opener, and made her way back to the table. She stood as she opened the bottle with a satisfying pop and poured each a glass, which you tentatively grabbed, and took a few confident sips as Misty took her seat and her fork to dig in. You paused for a moment, messing with your hands in your lap before eating. 

“Misty, I have a confession,” you started, not looking up from your hands. 

“Well, it better not be to a murder because I can’t deal with that right now,” she answered back without the skip of a beat. You looked up, quite puzzled, and scrunched your brow.

“Um, I’m sorry, what?” you asked, nose wrinkling. Misty fully looked up and finished what she was chewing, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized your reaction. 

“Oh! No, I just mean I’ve been a little stressed lately is all, but I'm only joking, I promise!” she could tell she hadn’t recovered well at all as she could practically feel the way you cringed and clenched your teeth, pulling back from her, eyes refusing to meet hers. Had you always been this shy with her? You sighed, pulling her from her thoughts.

“You know what, this was a bad idea. I need to go,” you said rather rushed as she had moments prior. Before she had time to react you'd left your seat and headed back to the front door. Misty heard the jingle of your keys and the click of her front door before she got up, frantically wiping her mouth with her napkin. 

“y/n?” she called, watching you slip out the door before she began to sprint in its direction. By the time she made it to the door, you’d made your way down her front steps and were headed to her car. “y/n!” she yelled fully now, a strained crack in her voice. You stopped in your tracks, fearing the attention she might bring but it gave her enough time to grab onto your hand tight and stop you. Adrenaline had started pumping in a way that felt like fear, but of what she couldn’t pinpoint. 

“y/n, did I do something,” she asked quickly, her eyes frantically searching her face. You seemed startled by the sudden desperation in her grasp and her voice and you bit your lip, your brown scrunching as you frowned but shook your head. 

“No, it’s just stupid,” Misty squeezed your hand and reached up to turn your cheek to look at her. 

“No it’s not, tell me. I promise whatever it is it's not stupid. I’d never find anything you say stupid,” she insisted. You met her eyes finally and sighed with defeat. 

“I was going to ask you on a date,” you said in what could only be described as a whisper. Misty perked up, confused. 

“A date?” she questioned. She felt your cheek burn under her fingertips. 

“Yes! A date! I know it's silly, and I’m acting like a child but,” Misty grinned, vibrating with excitement. 

“I’d love a date with you!” she exclaimed. 

“What?” you were the confused one now.

“I didn’t know you liked me,” Misty mused, practically purring.

“Well, yes I’ve always liked you-” you started. 

“But I mean I didn’t know you liked me,” she reiterated, accentuating what she meant. You grew shy again. 

“Well, I didn’t know either but I got so nervous with the cooking and the candles,” 

“Then this can be our date!” Misty decided. 

“Really?” you chuckled under your breath. She’d gotten you to laugh and that was even more exciting than getting asked on a date. 

“Yes! I’d love to take you back in and on our date,” you chuckled again (she got you to laugh again!) and nodded. Misty eagerly led you back inside and realized just what she must have been feeling before after all.