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WE ARE BEING FED OH MY GODDDD

challengers x heathers 🙂‍↕️

the story is so sad, but lewis in this movie did something to me...

i played as spot in my school's play and i fucked up the brooklyn's here number. like that's my time to shine

Spot Conlon x Reader

Written in first person (I, my, me) I did not proof read but oh well. There’s no smut or nsfw. Just Gabriel Damon.

As I passed the group, the newsies tipped their hats in acknowledgment, but one gaze lingered longer than the rest. Spot stared at me, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. My heart raced; it was peculiar to be the subject of such attention. Racetrack and Mush stood nearby, giggling and nudging each other, clearly entertained by Spot's lovestruck expression.

Days passed, and I couldn’t shake the thought of that moment. It was pure chance when I found myself at the same area Spot frequented. He was there, leaning against the wall, chatting animatedly with his newsies. Gathering my courage, I approached him, the aroma of smelly orphan boys filling the air.

“Hey, I’m—”

“Spot,” I interrupted, grinning. “I know who you are. You’re doing some sort of strike with the other news boys?..”

There was a spark between us, but his passionate discourse about the strike quickly began to cloud my thoughts. He spoke endlessly about the injustices faced by the newsies, their struggle against the bulls, and the hope for a better deal. My interest in the fight for fair wages was overshadowed by a more personal yearning.

To my surprise, he suggested we grab lunch together. I felt both excited and nervous, trying to listen while my mind wandered back to his passionate eyes.

The next week, the city was alive with discussions about the strike, and Spot’s enthusiasm was contagious, but my distraction was palpable. Just as I found a moment to speak up, the unmistakable sound of angry shouts and marching boots echoed nearby.

“The bulls!” Spot exclaimed, his eyes widening. Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hustle of the streets. The adrenaline surged through me as we sprinted away from the approaching police, laughter spilling from Spot’s lips.

We dashed through the back alleys, weaving expertly as the chaos of the chase enveloped us. My heart raced not just from running but from the thrill of being next to him. I felt alive in a way I had never experienced before.

Finally reaching the docks, we paused, panting and exhilarated. The night sky was painted with stars, and the gentle rocking of the boats below mirrored the fluttering in my chest. Spot turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper.

“Thanks for runnin wit me,” he said, his voice softer now.

Before I knew it, he leaned in. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, the world around us fading away. It was a moment that felt like destiny, sweet and fleeting.

When we pulled away, Spot’s expression softened, and I knew then that we were no longer just a girl from Mew York and the king of the Brooklyn. Together, we had become part of something greater—each other.

Days turned into weeks, and as the summer sun began to dip below the horizon, our love blossomed amid struggles and strikes. Together, we made memories that would last a lifetime, weaving the threads of our lives into a beautiful tapestry of adventure, friendship, and love—just like the stitches of my sewing. And so, with every challenge the world threw our way, we faced it hand in hand, writing our own history in the city that never sleeps.

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posting this here bc tiktok sucks and I really like how it turned out

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Grown ass man and i dont care

My special guy he sent me this from his first day at school I love him so much I hope he has fun with his tennis 😂😂😂

me hitting these poses when the lecture boring af

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dilf!art seeing babysitter!reader on her night out ۶ৎ

۶ৎ prev part

nights off were rare when you worked for two parents who’s job’s took up most of their time; so when tashi had let you know that lily would be by her grandmother for the weekend and that you needn’t come in, you were ecstatic, already planning a girls night for the friday evening.

truth be told you’d been avoiding art since lily’s ballet recital, his words bouncing around in your head each time you’d make eye contact with him, quickly busying yourself with lily so you wouldn’t have to talk to him.

it wasn’t that his choice of words bothered you per se (although it should have), it was more that unnerving feeling of guilt that consumed you whenever you were around tashi; why wouldn’t he correct that woman?!

you’d dolled yourself up, quickly sending a text to your friend’s to let them know that you were on your way as you got into the uber.

it was safe to say that this girl’s night was much needed, yourself and your two friend’s, bella and alex already giggling, three rounds of cocktails deep, your cheeks warm as you laughed, rocking back and forth at something bella had said.

“oh oh! you still haven’t told us about what it’s like working for the donaldson’s!” alex spoke out, grimacing in response, the alcohol in your system causing you to over exaggerate every facial expression.

“look no no they’re nice and lily is so sweet it’s just—guys you have no idea how hard it is trying to do your job with art fucking donaldson around! the man looks like a greek god! and the first time i met him he literally walked out in a towel! god his dick print—“ you’d ranted, words slightly slurred, moving your hands along as you spoke, delving down into everything that had happened between art and you so far, especially his choice of words at lily’s ballet recital.

bella and alex’s eyes were wide as they listened, smiles spreading over their faces as you told them every little detail; “oh girl he definitely wants to fuck you,” alex blurted out, yourself and bella bursting into a fit of laughs, clutching your stomach before face palming yourself, keeping your hand there.

bella rubbed a hand over your shoulder, prying your hand away from your face, “hey no don’t do that—okay look you haven’t actually done anything with him so you don’t have a reason to feel guilty,” she paused, shrugging, before speaking up again, “and from what you told us, it seems like their marriage isn’t doing good anyway. if you ask me? tashi’s probably fucking someone else too, so stop feeling so bad!” she says, shaking your shoulders causing you to laugh.

she had a point, tashi’s relationship with the tennis player she now coached seemed anything but just professional, her late nights out a testament to your friend’s words; so yeah, you had no reason to feel guilty right? RIGHT?

the night dragged on, your head spinning as you bid your farewell’s to your friends, reassuring them that it’d be fine if they stayed; just because you had to be up early the saturday morning didn’t mean they had to end their night early too.

you settled your portion of the bill before pulling out your phone, squinting down at the lit up screen as you slightly stumbled out of the bar, vintage prada heels clicking against the pavement once you were outside, trying to book yourself an uber.

you rubbed at your eyes, shuffling slightly as you tried to steady yourself and focus on the task at hand, getting home. your head hung low as you peered down at your phone, completely missing the hard chest you were about to bump into, phone clattering to the ground as a result.

“shit shit shit,” you mumbled to yourself, crouching down to grab your phone, about to scold the person that had bumped into you (although it was your fault for not looking up but your inebriated mind didn’t think so) until their very familiar voice said your name, eyes widening as you looked up; of course, art donaldson, decked out in a black half zip up and jeans. the universe must be playing one big fucking joke on you.

“art oh my god i’m so sorry!” you winced, blinking rapidly to focus your vision on his face, god he looked extra handsome tonight, your pupils dilating as you took him in properly.

“you’re fine,” you heard him say, pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked down at your phone, speaking up again, “wait wait what are you doing here?” you asked him, the uber you were planning to get completely forgotten now.

“i was uh—i was catching up with a friend from college, are you okay? you’re not alone here are you?” he asked, his large hands reaching out to gently move you out of the way as someone walked passed you.

“oh no, my friends are inside but i was just about to leave,” you awkwardly spoke, your heel getting stuck in a crack in the sidewalk, trying to get it out only to send you stumbling, right into art’s arms, his hands settling on your waist to steady you.

you covered your face with your hands, already regretting having all those cocktails, “i hope you’re not driving,” he spoke, his hands still planted on your waist, unconsciously tugging you to his chest as people passed, the close proximity paired with the alcohol in your system making you all the more hotter.

“no no was gonna order an uber,” you croaked out, words coming out slightly slurred as you raised your phone to accompany your words.

art shook his head, already ushering you, slowly but surely, to his jeep, “there’s no way i’m letting you get into an uber like this, i’ll take you home alright?” he hummed, trying not to peek down at your top that left almost nothing to the imagination; i mean the man had only ever seen you in modest shirts and bottoms, your top on the complete opposite end of the scale, so could you blame him?

“i can’t ask you to do that—seriously i can get home by myself,” you awkwardly laughed, looking up at him, hugging yourself as a cold wind passed.

“you’re not asking, i’m offering, so let me,” he murmured, noticing the way you tried to keep yourself warm, immediately reaching down to pull his half zip up over his head, his muscles bulging at the action, his undershirt lifting to reveal a silver of his skin, nearly drooling at the sight.

without a word he tugged the half zip up over your frame before opening the passenger side door for you.

your brain was short circuiting, his scent now all around you as you climbed into his car, bottom lip tugged between your teeth as a preventative measure, ensuring you didn’t vocalise every dirty thought rattling through your mind now.

the drive to your apartment was quiet, safe for the quiet hum of the car radio in the background, your eyes trained on art’s large hand’s gripping the steering wheel.

lost in thought, that need for an answer arose once more, fiddling with the end of his zip up before speaking up,“art—“, you paused, trailing your eyes up to meet his as he casted you a quick look before trailing his eyes back to the road, “why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

“mhm? i’m not following?” he spoke softly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you took another breath, looking out of the window before answering, “why’d you let her think i was lily’s mom? why wouldn’t you let me correct her?” you asked, voice shaky as you did so, glare burning into the side of his face as you asked him.

he nodded in response, finally following along; he was wondering when you’d address it, he was hoping you’d do it sooner but better late than never right?

“i didn’t feel the need to; you spend more time with lily than her actual mother does so you might as well be,” he hums, one hand on the wheel as he changes the gear, turning into the road leading to your apartment complex, casting you a glance before looking back at the road.

“if i made you uncomfortable i’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention,” he finishes, his words sitting with you; you guessed he was right, you did spend more time with lily, hell you spent more time with art too.

“no no i wasn’t uncomfortable no,” you reassured him, reaching down for your bag to get your keys ready, “guess i was just a little confused about it? but yeah it’s fine now,” you stuttered out as he parked his car, the engine shutting off.

“i’m glad we cleared that up then, was starting to think you were avoiding me,” he laughed, that signature side smirk planted on his lips again, only making you smile even wider, looking away as you loosened the seat belt around yourself, opening the passenger side door to get out.

he walked you up to your apartment, hand lingering just so slightly on the small of your back, fumbling with your keys as you unlocked your apartment door.

“soooo thanks for the ride art,” you awkwardly spoke, laughing through your nose, rocking back and forth on your heels as you looked at him, another question on the tip of your tongue, the angel and devil perched on your shoulder’s arguing back and forth with one another on whether you should ask him, your loose tongue (courtesy of the cosmopolitan’s you downed like water) blurting it out before they could come to a conclusion, “do you maybe wanna come inside?” you asked, tilting your head as you looked up at him.

god as much as art wanted to say yes, as much as he wanted to stay with you and just forget about everything else, he knew deep down if he agreed and followed in after you, everything would need to change, he’d need to have you, but it was too soon, he had to be patient. he will have you, he thinks to himself, all in due time.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” he mumbled, blue eyes tracing every feature of your face, trailing them down to your lips, his gaze lingering just a little too long on them, “why not?” you asked, eyes wide as you anxiously awaited an answer.

he all but scoffed at your words, chuckling to himself as he shook his head, “goodnight sweetheart,” nodding your head along to his words, tongue poking the inside of your cheek in disappointment but it was probably for the best, you thought.

as he turned on his heel to leave you suddenly remembered you still had his zip up on, stumbling back out of your apartment and calling out to him, “wait wait your top!” you called out, reaching down to attempt to lift it over your head.

“keep it, looks better on you,” he hummed, halting your movements, allowing your arms to fall to your sides, “see you on monday,” he spoke finally, his figure disappearing around the corner, leaving you with the biggest smile on your face as you shut your apartment door behind yourself.

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i need fan arts of this rn ☹️

I hear your snoopy!patrick and woodstock!art but can we talk about how art is literally schroeder????

and if you REALLY want the muh luh muh, i WILL give you lucy!patrick, though i don’t see it as much