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BECAUSE SHE DID. her book made me love her tenfold and made me so cold towards everyone else lmao.
February 16, 2025 at 9:15 PM
BECAUSE SHE DID. her book made me love her tenfold and made me so cold towards everyone else lmao.
fucking ADORE that show
February 16, 2025 at 7:32 PM
fucking ADORE that show
it has made me cackle and it has made me sob i am obsessed
February 13, 2025 at 12:54 AM
it has made me cackle and it has made me sob i am obsessed
haven’t felt this way about a fic since i started like 2021 i feel ALIVE
February 12, 2025 at 9:44 PM
haven’t felt this way about a fic since i started like 2021 i feel ALIVE
this might be the prompt that gets me going
February 5, 2025 at 12:27 AM
this might be the prompt that gets me going
”Oh excellent.“ She beamed at him. “Wanna get out of here?”
Neville didn’t so much as glance over her shoulder. He just grinned, and held out his hand.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Neville didn’t so much as glance over her shoulder. He just grinned, and held out his hand.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
February 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
”Oh excellent.“ She beamed at him. “Wanna get out of here?”
Neville didn’t so much as glance over her shoulder. He just grinned, and held out his hand.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Neville didn’t so much as glance over her shoulder. He just grinned, and held out his hand.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Does he?” She could tell he didn’t buy her innocence. A pout formed. “Only a little?”
His smirk lit up something deep inside of her. “Well, he looks like he’s about to either throw up or punch your Dad in the face.” He cocked his head. “Or both.”
His smirk lit up something deep inside of her. “Well, he looks like he’s about to either throw up or punch your Dad in the face.” He cocked his head. “Or both.”
February 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
“Does he?” She could tell he didn’t buy her innocence. A pout formed. “Only a little?”
His smirk lit up something deep inside of her. “Well, he looks like he’s about to either throw up or punch your Dad in the face.” He cocked his head. “Or both.”
His smirk lit up something deep inside of her. “Well, he looks like he’s about to either throw up or punch your Dad in the face.” He cocked his head. “Or both.”
To see if she would do it all on her own. Choose him, all on her own.
Her steps never faltered as she reached him.
“Hi,” she said.
His smile bloomed slowly. “Hi, Princess. Billy looks a little upset.”
Her steps never faltered as she reached him.
“Hi,” she said.
His smile bloomed slowly. “Hi, Princess. Billy looks a little upset.”
February 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
To see if she would do it all on her own. Choose him, all on her own.
Her steps never faltered as she reached him.
“Hi,” she said.
His smile bloomed slowly. “Hi, Princess. Billy looks a little upset.”
Her steps never faltered as she reached him.
“Hi,” she said.
His smile bloomed slowly. “Hi, Princess. Billy looks a little upset.”
Past the pompous, slimy, coiffed set of women, not caring for their whispers and their giggles behind manicured hands.
She didn’t care anymore.
Neville let her come to him. He didn’t step forward, didn’t shorten the distance. It was a test, whether he was conscious of it or not.
She didn’t care anymore.
Neville let her come to him. He didn’t step forward, didn’t shorten the distance. It was a test, whether he was conscious of it or not.
February 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
Past the pompous, slimy, coiffed set of women, not caring for their whispers and their giggles behind manicured hands.
She didn’t care anymore.
Neville let her come to him. He didn’t step forward, didn’t shorten the distance. It was a test, whether he was conscious of it or not.
She didn’t care anymore.
Neville let her come to him. He didn’t step forward, didn’t shorten the distance. It was a test, whether he was conscious of it or not.
Flashes of their last conversation—argument—came back to her. How her hesitancy, her misguided devotion to her father and his will had torn them apart.
She was already moving, ignoring her Mothers horrified face, and her father’s outstretched hand.
She was already moving, ignoring her Mothers horrified face, and her father’s outstretched hand.
February 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
Flashes of their last conversation—argument—came back to her. How her hesitancy, her misguided devotion to her father and his will had torn them apart.
She was already moving, ignoring her Mothers horrified face, and her father’s outstretched hand.
She was already moving, ignoring her Mothers horrified face, and her father’s outstretched hand.
He stood next to the doors, hands in his pockets, a picture perfect image of nonchalance. But she knew him—she knew him now. There was a hard line to his shoulders, and his hands were undoubtedly clenched into fists in his pockets.
Nerves. He was nervous.
Nerves. He was nervous.
February 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
He stood next to the doors, hands in his pockets, a picture perfect image of nonchalance. But she knew him—she knew him now. There was a hard line to his shoulders, and his hands were undoubtedly clenched into fists in his pockets.
Nerves. He was nervous.
Nerves. He was nervous.
Gasps echoed throughout the room.
“Pansy!”
But she wasn’t listening, because she’d just caught sight of who had entered the ballroom.
“Pansy!”
But she wasn’t listening, because she’d just caught sight of who had entered the ballroom.
February 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
Gasps echoed throughout the room.
“Pansy!”
But she wasn’t listening, because she’d just caught sight of who had entered the ballroom.
“Pansy!”
But she wasn’t listening, because she’d just caught sight of who had entered the ballroom.