#also yes granny has a name now

[pigeonpeach]

Genshin bachelorettes and bachelors proposing!

Characters: Jean, Diluc, Eula, Itto, Kuki Shinobu, Kujo Sara, Navia, Clorinde, Arlecchino

Cw: fem reader, fluff mostly, some suggestive themes.

Arataki Itto

Oh this was a hard decision. Not that he didn’t want to spend his life with you but if now was the right time to propose. He isn’t exactly the most well off. His gang camps out in the wilderness and he knows your parent’s expect him to improve. And he wants to. With Shinobu’s help he starts to get a education much to your surprise. Slowly working himself up to have more than a basic reading level. When he can land a more steady income then he’ll propose. He wants to get you the best ring in all of Tevyat. Unfortunately he can’t afford that. But Shinobu advises him to aim for more affordable but still pretty rings.

As for the proposal itself. He’s definitely going for either the big party with friends or if he’s spent most of his mora on the ring already he’ll just ask you on a quiet little walk with just you present. But knowing Itto, you probably would’ve found the ring before all that.

Itto may not be the best in terms of providing money, but he’d never slack off elsewhere. His granny raised no coward! If you’re the breadwinner he’ll gladly take up the house chores. He is a bit dumb yes but he is the most loyal and devoted man you could meet. With unwavering support and loyalty. Never will he let you face anything alone.

Eula Lawerence

Marriage is a bit complicated for her. She has renounced her family yes, she is disowned yes. But the subject of last names is what gets her. Truth be told… her last name is a small price to pay for you. She knows the other option isn’t ideal. If you take her name it’ll ruin your reputation.

But.. she’s certain its you she wants. Its you she wants to come home to. Its you she wants to sleep next to every night. And its you she wants to grow old with and feed birds with. She decides to discuss it with you.

Her proposal is less romantic and more straightforward. She knows this is a serious discussion and doesn’t want any miscommunication or misunderstandings. She wants to know if you would take her last name or have her take yours. The decision is yours sure but eitherway she wants only you to be her bride. No one else. No matter how many letters her family sends.

Diluc Ragnvindr

Oh he’s shy! Diluc’s been thinking for so long. How the naked ring finger on your hands seems to irritate him. How he perks up, red and flustered like a schoolgirl when one of his business partners accidentally calls you Mrs Ragnvindr. Said business partner later told him he should consider getting a ring soon. With that he starts planning.

A romantic little date alone at the winery. He takes you out for a picnic near the lake. There is a great deal of preparation taken into this. The entire slime and hilichurl population nearby is turned to zero. Adelinde planting many flowers along the path he’s planning and in the spot he’s picked out. You can be certain Diluc has left nothing to chance here other than your answer. He prepares the finest suit and the finest dress for you. Afterwards there will be a engagement party.

Kuki Shinobu

She too is also more straight forward and less romantic. One night you two were cuddling as she just randomly asked if you want to marry her. Bit jarring sure but hey at least she asked in a semi romantic context.

She handles all the coordination. You two work like a team to save money for a court house wedding with a killer after party. Needless to say the Arataki Gang is heavily involved in throwing the best celebration ever for Kuki Shinobu.

Kujo Sara

For so long Sara believed she was undeserving of love. That her only place in this world was serving the shogun and keeping the peace. But you gave her something other than the shogun to report to. Her home felt more welcoming with you in it. You didn’t change much yet she felt more at ease. She lets you preen her wings, picking out old or damaged feathers to let new ones grow. But unlike the family who took her in you keep her feathers. You say it’s because you can’t throw away something that was apart of her. She secretly likes seeing you collect them. Maybe you’ll even have accessories made out of them and then that sends her to the conclusion that she needs to marry you. Her position is dangerous yes. But she can’t imagine a life without you.

She very much leans to the traditional methods. Asking your parents for their approval. Setting a nice dinner to ask you during.

The ceremony is quite special, she’s a nervous wreck as she worries about anything that could go wrong. But as long as she has you, she won’t have much. To worry about anymore.

Jean Gunnhildr

Oh she’s been planning this for awhile. She’s had the ring ready but she’s been too nervous. The romantic set up she prepares end up not being perfect enough for her so she plays it off. Until you end up proposing yourself, of course she agrees but she’s embarrassed she took too long.

A traditional and beautiful wedding. She ends up letting you plan most of it as she’s already busy but she’s more than eager to help. Its a biggggg event. The acting grandmaster getting married is treated almost like a festival. The people of Mondstadt send you their well wishes and plenty of gifts. To your surprise alot of businesses offered lower price’s because of Jean. She is well beloved by the nation so no doubt is no one going to overprice it. Catering, flowers, decorations, you used the extra money saved to tip the servers well. The Mondstadt Chapel being the location, it was like half of Mondstadt attended. And those who didn’t receive a invite would wait outside. Lord Barbatos seemed to pleased with your union, with clear skies and only a tickling wind. It’s intimidating walking down the isle to see half of Mondstadt looking at you. But when you see just how smitten Jean looks. How she wipes tears as she tries to maintain composure. You don’t feel as scared knowing just how happy she is. She can hardly keep her hands off of you either.

Your honeymoon is in a nice cottage far from the city as you two go together. Lisa left in charge, knights making sure to maintain the perimeter. Its perfect.

Navia

Her proposal will infact be a crazy set up. Sending you on a goose chase to meet with her, each location being a significant place in your relationship. The restaurant you had your first date at, the alley you had your first kiss in, etc etc. the clues hidden closely. Passerby’s participating by helping out or giving you clues as well. And when you finally find her its in Poission, with the flowers blossoming and the wind in your hair. The guards place a pillow on the ground before she gets on one knee, a ring displayed. The ring her father gave her mother. She wants you to have it. To be hers forever and for all eternity.

The wedding is no less complicated. Creative decorations, dozens of desserts, etc. the macaroons decorated to look like either yours or her face. The cake is beautiful. Youve never felt so pretty as when she takes your hand and showers you in praises that would have you marry again if you could. Just the look in her eyes alone has you under a spell. Pure and raw devotion. A lone tear as she knows she’ll never be alone again. Four seats are left empty. Two for her parents. Two for Melus and Silver. But she knows they’re cheering from the grave as she pulls you in for another kiss and another dance. Navia has been through so much heartbreak. You can tell she’s pained at the fact she cannot do her own father daughter dance, not with her dad or Melus. So you make extra sure to be close. But you… all dressed in white… its a great distraction for her. Reassuring her that she’ll never be alone again.

Clorinde

She is a sappy but subtle person. She goes through the effort of the surprise. Making sure you would say yes though. She prepares only the best, a reservation in a private table, the best foods for you to stuff yourself with. She smiles slightly wiping your face herself. The ring is hidden in a cake, with the box sitting ontop. Protected from the icing. You recognize it immediately.

She’d likely prefer a more small wedding. If you want something big then she’ll compromise but for the most part it is mostly close friends and relatives. Clorinde goes through the typical groom and bride stuff where she avoids seeing you in your dress. Walking in to your dressing room, blindfolded to give you a kiss to reassure you everything is fine. She has the finest of everything picked out. No accidents allowed. Her sword is also still hidden on her person at all times just in case. By the end of the reception your lipsticks have blended into one color as she just got too excited.

Arlecchino

She is a romantic at heart yes, but she’s also extremely business minded. She will make her intentions of marriage clear to you. Presenting the pros of it. She’s relieved when you agree but she decided to stage a proper proposal randomly. She wants to surprise you but not too much. There’s some red herrings for you for a little bit. False headings. Until Lyney and Lynette perform a private little magic show in which she magically appears to slip the ring on your finger. Of course the children are absolutely delighted!

The wedding happens in two parts. There’s the business one. With her harbinger colleagues and others. You got to meet the Tsarsita who bestows you with her blessing, a nerve wracking ordeal indeed. You spend the entire day at Arlecchino’s side trying to dodge the confusing questions the harbingers ask. They feel oh so scary but fear not, for she will not stand to watch her beloved wife be intimidated. If they get out of line she will not hesitate to put them back in their place.

The second one is for the orphanage. All of her children called to attend in the biggest ceremony. A large celebration filled with warmth and joy for you. Your family and friends can come to this one and only this one. It’s something you actually were more than fine with considering her colleagues. The children are so very happy to see their father so happy too. Her hand never leaves your side. You dance until your feet are sore. Unfortunately you teo don’t get to have a honeymoon but the kids will make sure you have no chores for a week straight while you and your husband wife relax.

[galaxynajma]

Blue Lock driving headcanons Why? Well why not

Btw I have zero idea what I’m even talking about here

Isagi:

Isagi was always use to either his dad or mom driving him around so he wouldn’t really think of getting a license ( especially when he’s in bluelock ), but at some point in few years he realized that the number 1 striker should probably know how to drive

Bachira

Probably knows how to drive a bike, besides that the closest thing he ever got to driving a car was one of them toy ones his classmate had

He would just let one of his friends ( aka Isagi ) drive him around , he’s more of a backseat princess than a passenger one

Chigiri:

Chigiri just lets his mom drive him around to school and such . His sister does as well when he’s visiting her

Chigiri is just a princess

Kunigami:

Sister kunigami was actually teaching Ren how to drive… but then Bluelock happened.. and then the wildcard

But after everything is settled he does touch the idea of learning how to drive again

Barou:

Barou got a sports car, black with red leather seats, for his 18th birthday from his father. A week or so later he got his license

he drives his two little sisters EVERYWHERE. The moment one or both of them are feeling a little down by just a little, Barou immediately gets the car ready to go to the mall and spoil them rotten

Barou has a couple of rules when it comes to having people in his car . And the number 1 rule is " NO EATING IN THE CAR ". Also has extra floor mats

Those rules don’t apply to his sisters btw

Shidou:

Does Shidou have a license? No , does he know how to drive? Yes , is he good at it? WELLL-

You won’t die but the amount of stress you’ll feel probably isn’t good ( unless your name is Itoshi Sae )

Aiku:

He knows how to drive ofc , after training with the U20 team he’s dangling his carkeys loudly with a cocky smug smirk asking if anyone’s up for a ride

He wants to learn how to ride a motorcycle at some point, do you know .. increase his popularity with the ladies

Karasu:

When Karasu’s 18th birthday was around the corner his older sister and grandma were teaching him late at night. Granny kept nagging at his ear the whole time .. but don’t worry everything tuned out alright, took his driving lesson a week after

Otoya:

Otoya thought about learning about how to drive just so he can seem more cool but ends up forgetting about it .after he met Karasu during bluelock he just uses him as his personal ride from now on

Yukimiya:

Yukki knows enough to drive around late at night he knows that if his eye condition gets worse that he won’t be able to do something like this again 

Rin:

Rin always knew that he’ll get his driving license eventually but he wasn’t in a rush… but the moment he heard both Isagi and Sae have theirs , Rin had to get his as soon as possible when he turned 18

Sae:

Sae has a license, he just likes it when other people drive him around instead( aka his manager)

The only reason he ever got it was because he wanted to go to the beach late at night alone without any worry

Lorenzo:

Snuffy had the great idea of teaching Lorenzo how to drive! … yeah the first time didn’t go so well.. might have ended with Snuffy needing his car fixed.. but Lorenzo is definitely getting better!!

Kaiser and Sae had the misfortune of being Lorenzo’s first two guests to ride around with… Kaiser felt like he was gonna have a heart attack meanwhile Sae was regretting his life choices that lead him here

Kaiser:

Kaiser finally had it .. a beautiful custom designed sports car , a hunk of steel and metal that was peak german engineering , something to show off how far he has come , something he bought from his well earned money

Ray Dark: it’s beautiful . Good choice, Kaiser.

Kaiser: oh ah- Well you don’t think that I, Michael kaiser , would have poor taste.

Ray Dark: No no of course not .. you’re no longer that helpless 15 year old I found. Why don’t you take her for a little ride?

Shit.

Kaiser: OH- um why of course - just give me a -

Ray Dark: You don’t know how to drive, don’t you?

…

Ray Dark: * sigh * I guess you’ll have to take some lessons first . Don’t want you getting into trouble

Ness:

Ness has always ridden a bike growing up, honestly if it was up to him he would use a bike forever

It fits his whole aesthetic you know? He has a lot of silly little wizard themed stickers on his old bike

He thought about riding a motorcycle before… hmmm

.

The end

[coldinternetllama]

My thoughts on Maomao and her parents

Spoilers for Maomao's backstory and maybe for some future instances in the LNs. Also this is not a proper analysis, do not expect much structure, lol

One of the saddest things to me in this story is that Maomao probably craved Fengxian's love until the very end, regardless of what she is saying. After all, who wouldn't want to feel their own mother's love, right? Maomao keeps saying that she doesn't know how to love, however I believe this is simply a coping mechanism for her. We know that she loves Luomen, her sisters, the Granny, even Xiaolan and Loulan (yes, I do think she loved them). Hell, she also has "certain affections" for our beloved red flag, as she herself states in her mind. Yet she doesn't classify any of that as love proper. Instead, she comes back to the cut tip of her pinky and repeats her favorite phrase about how she left that feeling somewhere in the past. There where she also left her mother, who is now just the woman who gave birth to her. Still, she administered Fengxian's medicine time and time again. Still she set up the perfect opportunity for Lakan to find her. Still she danced for her under the night sky with a heavily injured leg. Still she bowed to her remains and played her last game of go for her. I don't think she had it in herself to love the woman who pushed her away, but part of Maomao wanted to love her, I believe. And to be loved back. Granted, Luomen and the women at Verdigris house did their best to raise Maomao, but it wasn't enough to replace what could have been.

If anything, our dear apothecary is probably more frustrated than anything. She doesn't hate her parents, no. I would go as far as to say that she actually feels bad for them ( I mean, who wouldn't). Of course, she would never admit that, which leads to her other coping mechanism, namely her extremely abrasive language when referring to Fengxian and Lakan (come on now, breeding mare and stallion? Girl, chill). She would rather feign indifference, lest she has to confront her feelings, which is her least favorite thing to do, as we know. After all, it's these two people's feelings that got them all to that state. If even such intelligent people could make such a blunder because of feelings, why would she want to feel love or be loved? This is also reflected in the scene where she is telling Jinshi that she wants to be executed with poison. Jinshi answers that he would never execute her. Maomao's answer? It doesn't matter what he wants to do, it only matters if he CAN do it. To me, this is a direct reference to her parents' story. Lakan wanted to be with Fengxian, but couldn't. Fengxian wanted to reach out to him, but couldn't. It all ended in ruin because of that damn feeling called love. Of course, this is also why Maomao just refuses to even consider that she can love (btw, I don't mean strictly one type of love, this is a very vast and complicated feeling with many facets, and I mean all of them here). So she simply claims that she doesn't, yet her actions tell a different story.

Now, I have never been in a similar situation, so I do not claim to know what a person like Maomao would truly think and feel of this. But I think that deep down she wonders what it would have been like to have been loved without being hurt. For her cries to have been met with warmth and not with silence. For her mother to have hugged her instead of having chased her away. And maybe Fengxian wanted the same, but knew that it was not possible. Maybe she was ashamed and disappointed in herself. What good would it be for that child to love her? The child, whose destiny might turn out not too different from her own. Indeed, in the end, no matter what anyone wanted, Fengxian could only become the woman who gave birth to Maomao. And Maomao could only learn to accept that.

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

When Words Aren’t Enough

“There are no such things as stupid questions, only stupid answers,” Sherlock tells Rosie.

“Since when?” John wants to know. “That’s not what you usually say.”

“Well, I obviously meant from our daughter, John. Do keep up!”

The great detective winks at nine-year-old Rosie Watson-Holmes, who’s seated by the kitchen table at Sherlock’s parents.

“Ok. Names and flowers,” the little girl starts. “I have a flower name, just like Granny and my teacher, Lily. I know that boys also can have them, but that’s not common, right? Why?”

She looks expectantly at her Papa, who ponders the questions. Sherlock takes everything Rosie says seriously, and John is still astonished by how patient he is with her.

“That is correct, bumble. It probably has to do with something absurd, like that a flower related name isn’t masculine enough. And most of such names are more related to plants, herbs, and trees than actual flowers. The infamous Narcissus is the only one with a flower name that springs to mind at the moment.”

“I have another question related to flowers too,” Rosie says, having evidently binned the thought of male and female names for now.

“Let’s hear it,” Sherlock coaxes when his parents enter the kitchen from different directions.

Sherlock’s mother comes through the door from the living room, while Sherlock’s father enters from the garden. The latter is cradling a bouquet of violets in his hand, which he hands over to his wife. Violet Holmes looks at her husband with starry eyes and kisses him briefly on the lips.

“Thank you, my love,” she whispers and turns to find a vase to arrange the flowers.

Walter just turns and walks towards the garden door again, and is gone the next second. Before Violet places the vase on the table, she buries her nose in the flowers and inhales deeply.

“He still does that,” Sherlock murmurs, sounding a bit bewildered.

Violet hums in agreement.

“You know he’s not as good with words as you and me, Sherlock. So, when words aren’t enough, or fail him, this is his way of communicating his feelings. It’s quite wonderful,” she says dreamily and starts to make tea.

“That was what I wanted to ask about,” Rosie whispers.

She seems a bit taken aback by the loving encounter. Not that she’s unused to affection between adults. It’s been years since Sherlock and John were embarrassed to kiss in front of Rosie, but her grandparents doing the same thing, seems to have put her off kilter.

“What was?” John prompts when Rosie isn’t forthcoming with her question.

“Oh…um…flowers. I mean, there’s something called the language of flowers, yes?”

“Indeed!” Sherlock beams. “Let’s investigate that. It might come in handy in my work as well.

John shakes his head when the two curly heads lean over John’s laptop to read about roses, violets, daisies, tulips, gardenias, carnations, and zinnias.

***

Some weeks later, John comes home from work and finds an absurdly grand bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table. Rosie and Sherlock are in the park, so John has the flat to himself for a while. He looks for a card and finds one stuck between two green carnations.

My dearest, John

Words can’t describe what I feel for you, so I have turned to nature for guidance. A thousand kisses if you can decipher the meaning behind every flower.

Yours forever. Sherlock

The card quivers minutely in John’s hand and his eyes fill with tears. He indulges in the sentimentality that fills his body for a few minutes before he hastily retrieves his laptop from the coffee table. There’s no way of knowing how long it’ll be before Sherlock and Rosie return, and John is rather keen on getting the promised number of kisses from his husband.

It doesn’t take as long as he thought to gather the evidence and what John finds make his heart ache with longing and love for the remarkable man that has chosen him as a life companion.

He doesn’t even have to check what the green carnations mean. They are a symbol of homosexuality, closely associated with Oscar Wilde.

Then there are:

Honeysuckle – Bonds of love

Yellow lily – Happy

Myrtle – Love in a marriage

Sunflower(dwarf) – Adoration

Red tulip – Passion

Daisy – Loyal love

White camelia – You’re adorable

Red rose – I love you

Blue salvia – I think of you

Violet – Faithfulness

To John’s glee, Rosie stops at Mrs Hudson when they come home, and John gets to enjoy his prize, willingly delivered by his soppy romantic of a husband.

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This is also my entry to this month's Sherlock Challenge and the prompt language.

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[sugar-omi]

Now you got me thinking of MC who notices cove stealing her panties and leaves the good ones on top for him to find (burying the🩸granny panties at the bottom)

Or she notices the cum on her bikini bottoms and she’s gross like him and just happily wears them as a new way to tease him

HELP NOT THE 🩸GRANNY PANTIES ik thats right. id be furious if he saw those LMFAO

but yes imagine feeding into his fetish without him even knowing...

all your new underwear are your and his favorite colors, and traditionally sexy colors like red, black, or even white.

ohh the white ones would get him going... he'd be so turned on seeing the white underwear. makes him start thinking about what you'd wear on your wedding day

he'd spiral, imagining you in a garter belt and thigh highs. starts thinking about what you'd get up to on the wedding night...

it'd be easy to tell if someones taken your underwear, especially since sometimes i think he gets a bit greedy.. taking 2 pair at a time on occasions...

or you favorite pair coming up missing just as frequently as you wear them.

of course they reappear just as easy as they disappeared. cove is across the street after all, and it's not like he has to fight to get through your door.

so yeah, you may not notice at first. but god when you do it's so easy to see who it is. and the fact it turns you on feels criminal

but you feed into it anyway.

leaving a risqué, lacy panty on top of your laundry. or purposefully bending over in front of cove, letting him see what you're wearing today

and even though he washes them out before he returns them to you, i wonder if they still smell like him, smells like his laundry detergent.

or when he sneaks into your bathroom while visiting or using your shower after a day at the beach, the scent of his cum and sweat soaked is into the fabric, your scents merging together on your undies

it's disgusting. it's so fucking disgusting. so why does knowing that he jerked off with your undies before sitting besides you at dinner turn you on?

and it's just as disgusting that you masturbate with that soiled pair of underwear in your hand, pressing the fabric against your nose and your thighs trembling around your wrist as you try to tame the heat in the pit of your stomach

and when he uses your bikini bottoms to get off.. of course you left your swimsuit laid out on the bed on purpose. an open invitation to use them, stain them. soil them with the musky scent of his cock, stain them with his cum, anything. you just need something in return...

you're stand outside the door while cove "changes", straining to listen to his muffled gasps, his low curses and hisses of your name. sliding your hand over your dress, rubbing at your clit through the thin fabric of your clothes.

you wanna see his face, you wanna hear him moan that pretty, raspy moan right in your ear. you wanna see how his cock twitches and leaks all over you hand...

you really want to bust into your room and "catch" him using your panties, push him on the bed and use him, punish him for doing something so dirty, so fucking disgusting, and pathetic

but you also wanna see how long you can drag it out. see how long it'll take for someone to snap, or someone to make a move...

of course you wait to knock on the door once you hear a deep groan, presumably cut off by cove covering his mouth. and your heart is jumping out your chest when you hear him stumbling around to get dressed

you can hardly contain your excitement. your thrill.

you have cove in the palm of your hand and he doesn't even know.. you see that blush on his cheeks,

he plays it off like it's just the weather. and it is hot today. but he looks way too thrilled to be troubled by california heat. there's a spark in his eyes and he's standing up straighter...

he clearly thinks he's gotten away with it. but even if you didn't leave your bikini out on purpose, you feel the wet patch on your bottoms, you can smell his scent when you bring the bottoms to your nose, the fabric thick with the scent of sex and cum.

you can let him be arrogant for a little longer, eventually, one way or another, cove will come get what he wants without sneaking around

maybe making it harder for him, making him sweat... will make him crack?

[hanafubukki]

What if Malleus isn’t the reason Silver succumbs to his sleeping curse?

I keep thinking this but I find the whole Malleus somehow causing Silver to fall into a deep sleep (either by his own hand or indirectly as a result of his actions) too predictable. 🤔

I feel it is something that we all kind of expect because of the animated and live action movies. The more I think about it the more I wonder if Yana will go this route that everyone kind of expects her too.

And if we know Yana, she’s full of surprises if the previous books have anything to say about it. So I can’t help but wonder who or what can cause Silver to fall asleep.

Yes, Malleus has the spindle as his staff, but his main symbol isn’t a spindle/spinning wheel is it? No, he’s a dragon.

So I can’t help but wonder who else can cause Silver to fall asleep?

One name stuck out:

Maleficia Draconia

Despite the fact she’s being mentioned more often, she has been MIA and she also has more than enough reason to curse/cause Silver to fall asleep.

She, as far as we know, might not know Silver’s birth origins. She also has more than enough reason to hate humans. Yes, there is a truce. But you can’t tell me that she won’t harbor some ill will towards the murderers of her daughter or their kin.

And you know what suddenly came to mind? Mama Shroud was able to hack into those who fell asleep and see their dreams.

Who’s to say Maleficia Draconia can’t do the same? Since she’s stronger than Malleus in terms of power?

What if she has already been watching? What if this opened old wounds again? Her daughter’s death and also seeing her grandchild suffering. And now? Finding out the kid of her daughter’s murderer lives.

What if she causes Silver’s cursed sleep? It would certainly explain the silence on her end.

It might seem sudden, but the shock factor is there and the emphasis of her being mentioned constantly justified.

What if, during that moment, it is Lilia’s and Malleus’ love that wakes up Silver?

And she’s shocked, the two who should hate humans and especially Silver, woke him up with their love.

And she can’t help but wonder, has she been stuck in the past this entire time?

I know this is based on conjecture, but the possibility is there.

In this way, we can combine the true love of both live action movies as well depending how they go about it too. 🤔

What if I add “What if Malleus ends up taking a hit for Silver and dies?” The dragon whose death is supposed to end the spell? The spell his grandmother sent towards Silver to kill him or put him to sleep.

What if that’s how the spell breaks? Because she tried to curse Silver and then tried to kill him?”Both then would need to be brought back.

Malleus either has to be talked down or killed. Imagine him almost getting talked down but then Silver gets cursed by his grandmother and Malleus tries to save him when his grandmother tries to do a killing blow. And it’s the tears of true love that brings Malleus and Silver back.

Malleus and Lilia who should hate humans and hate Silver love him and Malleus defending Silver and dying would be a shock to both Lilia and Granny.

Or what if Lilia blocks the killing blow and dies? And it is the true love tears of Malleus and Silver that brings him back? What if this also gives Lilia some extra time and magic? And he ends up living longer now because of it? Like how Maleficent was reborn stronger and with more powers.

I feel either scenarios would fit, but in terms of stopping Malleus, it would fit even more for him to die and be brought back. Possibly with the power to also heal Lilia or give back the power that Lilia gave him.

I just find the idea of Malleus being the cause of Silvers sleep too predictable, even though lore wise, it would make sense. But there’s so many ways they can go about it, so many twists and turns, I’m excited to see which route they end up going ☺️🥳🌺

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim, grandson of Santa, is also the grandson of Mrs. Claus. Mrs. Claus, and that's all of her name she allows anyone to have except her husband, runs the workshop and keeps everything on track and she has plans, back up plans, and back up plans to the back up plans to make sure all holiday events run smoothly. She and Tim will bond by coming up with worst case scenarios and planning appropriate responses.

Mrs. Claus really hates leaving the north pole though, absolutely despises the idea. She loves her cute little grandson but there is no force in the universe that will pry her from the north pole, thus why she's having Tim deliver presents while she's waiting for Nick to pull himself back together.

Tim does meet the elves and yes there are elves. The workshop is great for an elf that wants to study mechanical or electric engineering and various other elements that are involved with designing, building, and generally putting together toys and getting them to the appropriate person.

I'm glad the elves seem to be doing alright and willing work for Santa. As far as their skills, perhaps (since Earth believes their existence is fake) they use North Pole as a job reference for other places in the galaxy.

Since Santa Clause delivered coal to Darkseid, it's not far-fetched to say he also delivered gifts to other planets. Maybe he enters trade with them for the parts of the year that aren't Christmas season.

Tim, as grandson and Santa Clause delegate, now had to also help elves with the recommendation letters, help with trade, etc. until Santa comes back.

I'm curious about Mrs. Claus as well. I would love to hear more about her. I'm hcing her as a granny with huge guns/muscles

[sidsinning]

I could write an essay about how much I love my GOAT Toji seriously

Like he represents everything a jujutsu socerer shouldn't be and uses EXACTLY those traits to solo both the socerers and the curses they work so hard to exorcise

The fact that he has NO cursed energy at all, what made him worthless in the Zenin clan's eyes, was exactly what sealed all their fates in losing to him is an INSANE twist to pull

(Yes there's Maki, but she feels more like she's trying to work within the system despite her limits (like the glasses she wears to adapt), unlike Toji who is totally free due to overwhelming raw senses alone)

His introduction opened up a whole new way to see the power system of cursed energy while making complete sense with what has been established, for me at least

(I wasn't super interested in the jjk power system personally until Toji showed how its strengths can be the user's own weaknesses if exploited properly)

He is an iconic infamous stain on both the socerer world inside of JJK and to one of the most important characters which kicked off the whole plot

He EASILY solo'd the world's most powerful socerer at the time- someone who represents everything that is the opposite of himself- with base planning and strategy

Didn't break a sweat the entire time

But despite all this power he has, despite the reputation he has for his strength, despite seemingly killing the world's strongest socerer at the time- the man was a deeply depressed and jobless bum

He is not any happier before or after his assassinations are done

Feels good in the moment then he's back to his life doing nothing but gambling his money away until the next job

This man who has beaten everyone of every age and species now in the series (he said these hands are rated E for everyone) was actually a WIFE GUY

He was living a shitty life in his clan who abused and feared him but found fucking LOVE and turned his ENTIRE life around for ONE PERSON to be a normal man, even having a child with her

And after she dies he spirals into deep depression, to the point he is incapable of being a good father; he knows on some level that his mental state is so bad he couldn't take care of Megumi properly- THAT is how DEEPLY he loved this woman

HE SOLD HIM THO WHICH IS TERRIBLE

BUT AGAIN

Showing how he's shit (making money from it) but also tries in his own way (I'm too mentally fucked up so a proper family should take care of him)

Then just looking into Megumi's eyes during his zombification knocks his consciousness back into himself, showing if there was one thing he truly cared about during his final moments, it was his son

Then sacrificing his life for his son in the end without asking for anything but his name to rest in peace

BUT ALSO HE MURDERS EVERYTHING WITHOUT REMORSE LIKE?

THE JUXTAPOSITION????

Literally kills teenagers and even during his final moments and his comeback he doesn't give a shit

Like he did a crazy anime fight to kill Gojo which was brutal but still a cool magical fight to watch

Then he fucking snipes a teenage girl in the head with a gun

A plain gun

No crazy stunts

No regrets

THE GOAT? 😭

ALSO THE WAY YOU CAN TELL GEGE LOVES HIM LOL

You could easily write his zombie ass out of the Shibuya Incident Arc but the man wanted to draw him again so bad he made room for necromancer granny to kick start the GOAT's return for a hot sec

HIS FIGHTS ARE SO COOL LIKE HE DON'T GOTTA RELY ON ANY SOCERER SHIT JUST HIS HANDS AND AN INVENTORY ON HIS SHOULDER ARE ENOUGH ITS SO RAW THAT HE CAN GO HEAD TO HEAD WITH WIZARDS AS JUST A DUDE AND WIN

[lillypad910]

Chocolate Cake Milkshakes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chubby!Girly!F!Reader

Word count: 2450

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! Smut, protected sex, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), pet names (Sweetheart, Princess), parent/child favoritism that’s not reader, perfect older sibling and disappointment younger child dynamic (only for a bit), a little bit of fat shamming. Not proof read, sorry for errors!

Summary: You have a date with your boyfriend Eddie Munson, who, like the gentleman he is, picks you up from home. Your mom favors your sister once again but you don’t let it deter you from the dinner your boyfriend takes you on at Benny’s for your favorite shakes and the rest of the date spent in his van by the lake.

A/n: for my fellow chubby girls that get told they don’t need that milkshake, or can’t wear that dress, or eat like a child. You are seen, and you are PERFECT. Be that main character I know you are.

All images found on Pinterest

Eddie couldn’t help but feel excited as he pulled his van into your driveway. His heart pounding in his chest as he stepped out of the still turned on vehicle before walking up to your front door. After a single push of the doorbell, the obnoxious ringing being heard even from outside, your door swings open. Your mother stood before him, smiling.

“Why hello, Eddie!” She greets him, “Come in, (y/n) should be ready in a moment.” She opens the door wider to let the tall boy in.

Your mother is a known individual among the residents of Hawkins, being an ex cheerleading captain when she was in her prime. Still to this day she has kept her shape.

Eddie sits in the living room on the plush plaid couch, glancing around the room. He had been to your house a few times already, but never explored. He’s always just snuck in through your window at night after your parents had gone to bed, so he takes the opportunity to look around.

There are pictures all around the room of your parents and your older sister, Stacy, but he notices fairly quickly how there are significantly less pictures of you. He sees the pictures of Stacy in the Hawkins Pageant, winning first place every time, her cheerleading photos, her photo as prom Queen and her graduation photo, but the only pictures he sees of you are you with the rest of the family. Specifically one catches his eye, you were a lot younger, maybe three or four. You were standing in front of the water at the beach, your hands in the sand as your swimsuit top’s strap was hanging off your shoulder.

“Mom, have you seen my pearl necklace? I can’t find-” you step into the living room, stopping when you see Eddie. You had on a cute dress that flowed out after your waist, cutting off at your knees. “Oh! I didn’t know you were already here! I’ll be ready in just a second, I’m sorry to keep you waiting!” You hold up your hands defensively before walking into your kitchen. “What was that, dear?” Your mother asks. “My pearl necklace, do you know where it is? I can’t find it-” she cuts you off before you can finish, “Oh! Yes, Stacy has it, she asked if she could borrow it from you last week, I guess she hasn’t brought it back yet.” Your mom simply smiles, unfazed by your smile dropping.

“What? Mom, I told you I don’t like her using my jewelry! That was Granny’s! She gave it to me-!” “Well, Stacy wanted it, you know I can’t say no to her, dear.” You sigh, being reminded like always that Stacy’s wants are more important than your own. “Now run along and finish getting ready, you’re making poor Eddie wait on you for too long. Also,” your mother glances at Eddie before turning back to you and looking you up and down, “are you sure you want to wear that dress? I mean…” she leans over and pats at your stomach.

Your eyes widen and you subconsciously suck in your belly. “I… I thought it was cute…” you try to defend your decision. “If you say so…” your mother goes back to making dinner for herself and your father. You sigh before running back upstairs to find a different necklace.

You don’t bother changing, thinking your mom was just being how she usually is. That’s until you stand in front of your mirror one final time, noticing the subtle chub of your stomach poking out of the loose fabric of your dress. But before you can even begin to pick out another dress, you remind yourself you have a poor boy downstairs waiting on you, with your mother.

You enter the living room once more, smiling at the lanky guy on your couch. “Sorry,” his head snaps in your direction when you speak. “Ready to go?” He asks you, standing up from the couch. You nod, and your mom comes running in. “You two have fun! Eddie, make sure to have her home by 11, please.” Eddie nods, “Yes, ma’am, I will.” You both leave, and as you step out of the door frame, Eddie’s fingers intertwine with yours, making you smile.

“So,” you speak once the door shuts behind you, “Where ‘re we going tonight?” He looks back at you and smiles, “I was thinking going to Benny’s for food before heading to the lake? Wayne’s off tonight so I don’t really wanna go back to my place.” His face flushes at the inclination. “Sounds good!” You smile, walking up to his van, “I’ve honestly been craving one of Benny’s chocolate cake milkshakes, those things are diabetes in a cup but they are so good!”

When you both make it to the diner, Benny greets you with a smile, “Good to see you two again,” he pours some coffee into the mug of one of the costumers at the counter before making is way over to you as you both slid into a booth by the windows. “Always happy to have regulars! Let me guess, two chocolate cake shakes and a double quarter pounder with cheese, extra fries” he says pointing at Eddie, “and a 6 piece tender basket with honey, buttered toast, and cheese curds?” he points at you. You both smile as Eddie leans over the table to you, “do we seriously come here that much?” You can’t help but laugh. “Apparently.”

When the food is brought out to you, you both dig in quickly. “I swear I will never get over this shake,” you say, leaning back into the booth’s cushion as you suck up the delicious chocolatey goodness from the large straw. Eddie nods, shoving fry that he dipped into the whipped topping into his mouth. “For real, you’ll have to beg him for the recipe one day.”

Eddie watches you sit the glass down, before ripping a tender in half and dipping it into the sauce cup of honey, quickly shoving the steaming chicken into your mouth. The soft hum that escapes you as your body sways side to side, eyes closing out of pure glee from the taste of the food.

Eddie was always happy watching you eat, from your little dances to excited squeals when the food was placed in front of you, he never got tired of it. He loved seeing you all happy.

After the plates were emptied and your shakes sucked down, Eddie went up to the counter to pay, leaving you alone to suck the last remaining drops of your shake. When he returns, he laughs as he watches you suck up the air in the glass, aggressively trying to get whatever you could out. You finally sit the glass down, “ok I’m done.” He chuckles and holds out his hands, which you take, and he helps pull you out of the booth.

You both drive down to the lake, heads banging to his new cassette tape by Metallica, his long curly hair whipping around as you giggle. “Eddie!” You laugh, trying to fix his hair when he finally stops, getting it out of his face so he can actually see.

When you pull into the lake, the sun has already set and he turns to you, “So,” he smiles, suddenly all sheepish. “What do you- hey!” You quickly unbuckle and squeeze yourself to the back of the van. His litter of blankets and pillows cover the hard surface of the folded back seats and his trunk floor. “Oh come on, Munson, don’t look at me like that.” You place your chubby cheek against the side of the headrest of your original seat. He unbuckles, that cute toothy grin on his face, before shoving himself in between the seats with you. You giggle as you pull him through, grabbing at his arm and pulling towards yourself.

When he flops through, falling with his back flat onto the bed of the van, you quickly lean over him. Your lips interlock, his arms quickly grabbing at your waist and pulling you on top of him. At first you’re hesitant, not wanting to put all your weight on the scrawny guy, but he quickly pushing your arms out from under you, making you fall flat on him.

“Eddie..!” You giggle when he kisses across your nose and cheeks. “What?” He pulls away, his brown doe eyes staring back at you. You huff, faking annoyance as you sit up, and lay your back against the side of his van. “Sweetheart,” he flips over and crawls to you, his hands brushing up your legs, as he smiles up at you, before lowering himself down to place soft kisses on your left knee. “Don’t be mad at me,” he smirks, obviously knowing you’re not actually mad at him.

His lips graze over your legs, placing soft kisses down your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you want him. “Eds…” you lower your hand down to cup his cheek as his corse fingers ride up your thighs, pushing your dress up to reveal your panties for him.

“You’re already all wet for me, Princess,” he brushes his thumb against the edge of your panties by your right inner thigh, his other hand squeezing at the fat of your left thigh. You blush, your breath suddenly getting heavy as you breathe harder. He hooks his finger around your underwear, pulling them down your legs before dropping them into the front seat. “So pretty.” He stares down at your slit, his fingers pulling your folds open. You watch him lick his lips, making you whimper. “Eds,” he looks up at you, pupils all dilated, that lovely brown color now just black. He moves closer to you, leaving a soft kiss to your cheek before leaving one on your neck. He lowers himself down lifting your legs to be over his shoulders as he goes below your dress.

You moan as his tongue moves over your folds, lapping up around your entrance. “E-Eddie…!” You gasp as his fingers dig into your hips, creating small crescents in your fat. His tongue moves slow at first, licking stripes from your slit to your clit, before flattening over your cunt. His nose brushes into your clit and you gasp, reaching down and grabbing at his hair. “S-Shit…! Eddie…!” You moan when his tongue plunged into you, spreading you open.

He pulls his tongue away only replacing it with two fingers, thrusting them into you slowly while his mouth returns to your clit. You mewl over the sensation, your legs shaking as your thighs press against the sides of his head.

His hips start grinding into the bed of his trunk, trying to get any kind of friction he can. You grip tighter at his hair, holding him in place as you come undone on his tongue, gasping for air as your vision goes white.

Eddie pulls away from you, his fingers leaving your cunt to your annoyance. “Did…” he tries to catch his breath, “did I do good?” You laugh airily, still having your brain a bit fuzzy from the orgasm he just gave you. “Holly shit, Eds. Yes.” You reach out to him and pull him closer to you, pressing your lips to his. He kisses back eagerly, the taste of you still on his lips and chin.

“Eds, I need you,” you pull away from his lips, placing soft kisses down his neck. He groans at the attention. “Fuck… ok, I know.” He pulls away for a moment, reaching into his front seat and opening the glove compartment. He comes back into view opening a condom out of the foil. He unbuckles his jeans before pulling down his boxers. You will never get over the utter size this skinny boy is when his cock smacks against his stomach.

Eddie rolls the condom down on himself, before grabbing at your thighs and lifting your legs. Your breath hitches as he presses his tip against you. You stare up at him, reaching up and cupping his face, before pulling him closer for another sloppy kiss.

You moan as his cock pushes in you, flattening your palms against the base of his neck. You nosed brush against each other as you breathe against his lips, “fuck…” he groans, placing his hands firmly on your waist, pulling you closer, letting you bottom out on his dick. “S-shit, just sitting like this feels good.” You laugh a bit, laying your head on his shoulder as he pulls you away from the side of the van, laying you against the floor of the trunk.

You moan when he starts moving, his hips softly thrusting into you, not wanting to overpower you just yet. “Shit…” he leans over you, your legs up around his waist as his are folded by your hips, constrained by the small space. “Eddie…” you moan into his ear, making him start thrusting faster. He groans, finding your hands in his before pressing them into the pillow by your head. “Fuck… you feel so good, Sweetheart.” He moans, beginning to thrust harder.

You both gasp and moan as he thrusts into you. Before long his thrusts get sloppy, and his hands drop yours, moving down to your hips, now pushing you down against his cock. “E-Eddie…!” You grip at his shoulders, both of your bodies sweating from the vans heating and the body heat you are both creating.

“God, fuck… need you to cum again, baby, please? Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.” He moves one hand in between you both, rubbing his thumb against your clit. You gasp, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer. You whimper as he leans down and kisses you again, your stomach pressing into his. You tits and belly fat rock with his thrusts, his fingers rolling your clit as you come undone around his cock. He groans at the feeling as your pussy flutters around him, his thrusts getting harder. “Eddie…!” You gasp, your post orgasm unable to come down from the high.

Almost immediately, Eddie drops his head on your shoulder, his hair damp from his sweat as he finishes.

For a moment, you both just lay there, entangled legs and arms around each other, bodies squished in the confines of his van’s trunk. You run your fingers through your hair. “You ok there, Eds?” You ask, a small giggle leaving you. “Yeah,” he sighs, “yeah, just… Need a second.” He presses his nose into you neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin. “Not gonna lie to ya, Sweetheart, you kinda tasted like one of those milkshakes.”

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[lanabuckybarnes]

Tha gaol agam ort.

This was originally a drabble, now it’s probably a mediocre one shot but the words kept coming and my fingers kept typing.

I just wanted an excuse to boast that I’m Scottish lol. I hope you enjoy. There should be a rough translation with every word or phrase but if I’ve missed any let me know!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Scottish! Female reader

Trigger Warnings: Swearing is all! Unless you count the use of Y/N as one. Also I call Scots a dialect once, please don’t come for me my people.

Word Count: 1.9k (oh my god it’s over 1000 words!!!)

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When Bucky had first met Y/N, he had no clue what she was saying but the confusing phrases and silly placement of random words she intrigued him. Originally just her speech had him interested but it wouldn’t stay like that.

It was only after 4 months of getting to know her, speaking to her almost everyday, whether she was happy, sad or drunk until Bucky had been confident enough to say he understood what she was saying. Most of the time.

The others though, they hadn’t a clue.

It was winter, the temperature dropping rapidly each day. The crime didn’t stop. Bucky and Y/N had just finished their patrol, thoughourly soaked to the bone from the unrelenting rain.

The doors to the elevator opened on the communial floor, Y/N popping out first with a grumpy Bucky, looking akin to a soggy cat following behind.

“Fuck me it’s baltic out there like” the thick accent boomed across the living area, the others looked at her in confusion. Bucky gazed at their bewildered faces, sighing.

“She said it’s cold”. At the translation they all gave a variation of agreement, they were thankfully Bucky had spent a lot of time around her. They needed a translator, and he needed a girlfriend.

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Lover boy. Sam had started calling him around HQ and it stuck, much to Bucky’s bemusement and confusion. He didn’t see the heart eyes he’d gaze at Y/N with, after all. ‘They were just too lazy to learn’, he said to himself, pummeling shot after shot into the thick punching bag.

“Careful lover boy, you’ll knock the stuffing out of it” Sam quipped, entering the gym, his skipping ropes hung loosely over his shoulder.

“Lover boy” Bucky repeated lowly whilst sending a vicious right hook into the leather, he was thinking of Sam’s face. The nickname tasted disgustingly bitter on his tongue, Sam just laughed.

‘Lover boy? What the hell kind of name was Lover boy anyways?’ A deep scowl settling itself onto his features as he thought. He almost didn’t hear the gym door squeak open again.

“Ooft, don’t look in the fridge you’ll turn the milk sour” She giggled at her own joke. ‘Very funny Y/N’ Bucky mused in his head. His scowl worsened, if it was even possible but he failed to repress the small blush at the sound of her chuckles.

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Bucky had been stuck on those words all day. The the nickname never failed to leave his head after any one of the group called him it, the foul mood it brought following it as well. The only person Bucky hadn’t chewed the head off of was Y/N. Which the others weren’t particularly surprised about.

Watching a grown man shovel cereal into his mouth was probably the most interesting thing Y/N had ever seen, sorcerers and aliens be damned. The conversation she was having with Nat and Sam fading in and out of her mind in favour of watching Bucky chew violently, throughly slaughtering the wheat O’s.

“What do you think?” Nat asked, a smile playing on her lips. She’d caught her staring at Bucky, again.

“Huh?”

“About love, Sam thinks that everyone has a soulmate but I’m not so sure. What say you?” Nat clarified, leaning forward on her chair.

“Well my granny used to say, ‘What’s fur ye, will no go by ye’ so I suppose that’s my stance” She smiled at Nat who’s jaw had dropped in utter confusion.

“Hey lover boy, translate that” Sam shouted over to Bucky, his icy gaze turned in the direction of the trio. Allowing himself to linger a little too long on Y/N’s soft features.

“Hey!” Clicking his fingers at Bucky, Sam directed his attention back to the conversation.

“She said what’s for you won’t go by you. It means if you are bound to get something you will get it”. His features turned almost deadly “and click your fingers in my face again and you’ll get what’s coming for you”

“Ok, ok. Keep the heid” (calm down) she interjected, her small hand coming up to rest on the metal of Bucky’s shoulder , her soft fingers grazing over the sensitive skin at the edge. Such a simple gesture shouldn’t have caused his heart to flutter in the way it did.

As soon as Y/N had disappeared, Nat following behind, Bucky cornered Sam in the kitchen.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” He questioned. Sam picked up on the threatening tone laced through his voice.

“Calling you what man?” He chuckled back, trying to act innocent but he crumbled, laughing at the tension.

“Lover boy.”

The sound of Bucky’s angry voice saying those words had Sam buckled in two. He laughed hard, his palm slapping against his thigh as he propped himself up with the other.

“You don’t think we haven’t seen those looks, for a grumpy old man you sure do give her the heart eyes” Sam spoke once his fit of giggles subsided.

“Banner ‘hypothosised’ you were falling in love the first time you translated for her. Not a single person in this building knows what she’s saying except you, it’s not friendship that’s making you want to learn”

Bucky’s faced was flushed red, from anger or embarrassment at being caught out? he had no clue. Probably from both.

“Steve is the least laziest man I know and even he couldn’t learn, he tried many times” Sam explained. Bucky remebered the few occasions Steve had grabbed him by the shoulder or wrist, asking what the misspelled phrases or words in his little red book had meant, phrases you’d said to him that flew over his head. Sam was right.

“Steve also had 10$ on you having a crush on her” Sam let slip, tucking in his lips as soon as the words escaped.

“You’re taking bets on me!” He hissed

“Come on man, how could we not. It was Tony’s idea” Sam was trying to save his own ass by pushing others under the bus.

“I cannot believe you” Bucky snapped before turning on his heel, he’d deal with Sam later. Right now he had to relax. His feet moved on their own, seeking out a familiar room.

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Her door rattled, its hinges threatening to break if they were shuddered any longer.

“Alright keep your hair on I’m coming” she exclaimed, rushing from the bathroom with a pale green facial mask painted on her face.

“Bucky! w-what are you doing here?” She asked, embarrassment filling her body at the thought of her appearance.

He didn’t say a word, pushing past her and flopping down on her bed in a way a huffy toddler would flop to the floor if they didn’t get their own way.

“Ok then” she mumbled to herself, taking a seat next to his sprawled out body.

“Who shat in your cereal?” A normal thing for her to say, he knew she was only asking what was up. Even if her tone was a little mocking.

“Sam”.

“Oh how did I guess?” Laughing at her own words as she lay back beside Bucky, her head unintentionally resting against his inner arm.

He thought of moving, thought of whipping his arm to his side but the soft hair slightly tickling his flesh was grounding him. Allowing the anger to dissipate from his body.

“You know they keep calling me lover boy” He stated. ‘Lover boy?’ She thought. ‘Why lover boy?’.

“Why lover boy?” She asked, the question mimicking his thoughts from earlier.

“Well that’s what I asked Sam. I didn’t like his answer, not that it was much of an answer” Bucky responded, although Sam had told him bluntly he didn’t feel comfortable enough to repeat it to her.

He turned his head to watch her soft features try to determine the answer of her own question, she hadn’t even noticed his sapphire eyes watching her. With those same heart eyes that Sam had mentioned.

Gazing lovingly into the side of her head. His pupils dilated, watching every twitch of her brows, every time her eyelashes brushed against her cheek as she blinked. Every time her pink tongue peeked out to wet her plush lips.

Oh my god! Sam was right. He hadn’t just learned her dialect because of genuine interest in the meaning, but because of his interest in her.

He pulled his body up suddenly, her head flopping against the bed causing her to squeak in surprise.

“Gonnae no dae that!” (Don’t do that!) She yelped in surprise, the accent coming through thicker than ever but Bucky was far too focused on his own thoughts.

“Bucky?” She sat up as well, leaning forward almost comically to catch a glance of his frustration streaked face.

“Are you alright?” ‘Fuck that accent was distracting’ he thought. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t keep his feelings bottled up, he didn’t want to lose Y/N as a friend but the longer the feelings festered the worse they got felt to keep hidden.

“No. I can’t do this anymore Y/N, I can’t be around you everyday, I can’t watch movies together, I can’t drink with you anymore. I can’t do anything with you anymore. Not until I’ve said what I have to say” Bucky exclaimed. He was sure he sounded angry to her but after all the pent up frustration as a result of having to keep himself from smashing his lips against hers had built up to its boiling point, he was hoping she’d understand.

“What the hell is going on?” She sounded crestfallen, the words breaking her heart. Had she said or done something wrong? Offended him in some way?

“I have spent too much time together with you, as friends. I can’t keep denying my feelings anymore, it’s hurting me physically to hold myself back. I’m borderline insane because I have to contain my thoughts of you” He took a deep breath, looking everywhere but her wide eyes.

“I love you, I have done so for a while. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, I mean I’m a horrible person. The things I did as the Winter Soldier to you, to everyone I’m surprised you even consider me a frie-“

He didn’t get the chance to finish his rant before she’d pulled him towards her. Stealing his lips away from his words selfishly.

The realisation of what exactly was going on clicked, he acted quickly, pulling her close. Almost too close to his own large frame. He groaned into her mouth at the feeling of her long nails scratching his scalp lightly.

His tongue poked against her mouth, fighting for dominance against her own when she let him in.

He’d never imagined he’d feel a kiss like this, not ever again but here it was. If he could’ve, he would’ve died of asphyxiation right then and there. She pulled away first, her breath heavy against his swollen mouth and reddened face.

“You’re an eejit” (idiot) She beamed, pecking his lips again.

“Tha gaol agam ort” she whispered, as if anything louder would scare him and his thoughts of her away.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he knew a lot of phrases but this one had him stumped. She noticed the confusion in his features.

“It means I love you” she explained, tucking a loose strand of his soft brunette hair behind his ear.

“I love you too” he replied, mustering up all the passion he felt for her and squeezing it into those few words. Her eyes widened slightly, a laugh bubbling up from her throat. She tried covering her mouth but he pulled her hand away.

“What? What is it?” He smiled as well. Her giggles setting off bubbling fireworks in his abdomen.

“You have my face mask all over you”

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Ahhh, im actually proud of this. Even if it was a little selfish of me to write one with this topic.

AND it’s over 1000 words which is a big deal considering I can’t seem to stay focused for 2 minutes. I can’t wait to never write something as good as this again lol

I hope you enjoy x

[ggidolsmuts]

Guilty Pleasures - Dreamcatcher Gahyeon

"Damnit Gahyeon I've been here for 30 minutes already."

"Sorry sorry! The train was late, and it was packed and I had to wait for the next one," Gahyeon sneaks in the real reason at the end. "And I overslept."

"Ugh, are you this late to schedules? Why do I even put up with you."

"Because that's work, unless you're paying me to be here, this ain't work. And I'm the most good-looking person you know, now shut up and follow me." Gahyeon pulls you into Dongdaemun Fashion Town. You and Gahyeon cut an odd pair—a fashionably dressed yet fastidiously anonymous woman dragging a shabbily attired man around the shops, the two of you stood out for very different reasons. The two of you were rivals in school, but Gahyeon went on to become an idol, and you went on to become an office worker. You suffer each other's company begrudgingly: Gahyeon because you weren't a star-struck fool who asked her for favors, and actually gave her shit when it mattered. You because she stuck around, made an effort to stay in touch rather than fade away and into her celebrity life.

"So who are you meeting? Do you have her insta? Does she have any exes on her profile?"

"Don't they delete all of those?"

"They might just hide their faces, I want to see what they dress like, see what her type is."

"Oh, anyways no, a friend set us up, I just have a name and a pic."

"No college, no background?" You tell Gahyeon what you know, and with a few taps she brings up an instagram profile.

"Is this her?" You're left to wonder if Gahyeon might just be in the wrong line of work as she starts scrolling through the pictures.

"I think so? Looks like the photo." 

"Damn, no guys, or at least guys that look like exes."

"Just pick what you think looks good then."

"Hmm okay, then let's go!" Gahyeon has you following her like a puppy as her head turns on a swivel, walking down the many rows of shops. Suits, t-shirts, outerwear, innerwear, the place had it all.

"This and this, try them together." "Do this one instead." "Try the black one again? It looked better than the navy."

It also happened to have sleek spaghetti tops, skirts, and pretty one-pieces.

"Hold on to these for me?" "How does this look?" "Wait here, I think I liked the other one better."

You swear by the time you exit the market at least half of it is Gahyeon's purchases, and that you're holding all of it.

"Omo, you're such a nice boyfriend, helping her hold all the shopping." An old granny comments at the two of you exiting the area.

"What?" "HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Gahyeon shouts loudly over you. "Some of it is his stuff too!"

"Aigoo, poor you." Gahyeon shoots a death glare as you kindly wave your hands at her.

"No granny, we're just friends."

"Do friends do that hmm? Have one person hold everything while the other one walks around like they own the place?" Gahyeon's flabbergasted, her mouth opening and closing comically as she slowly grows redder and redder.

"No no, this is me repaying a favor, she helped me pick some nice clothes!"

"Did she now?"

"Yes I did! Y-You shouldn't comment if you don't know anything!"

"Aigoo sorry, you know, kids these days, all of them are couples. Here, a little something for entertaining little old me." She pushes a box into each of your hands, and you nearly drop yours as you struggle to carry the bags.

"We don't have money," you say automatically, wary of being scammed.

"No no, it's just a little trinket, help you two grow closer together." Before you could thank her she turns around, disappearing into crowd, as quickly as she appeared in front of the two of you.

"Right— Hey!" Gahyeon grabs her bags from you, tossing the box into one of the bags unkindly before stomping off.

"Fuck it, I'll carry themself! Tch!" You watch her crash through the crowd for a little bit before switching to using two hands. You catch up to her quickly and take the shopping bags back from her.

"Come on, you just carry the bag with the box in it." Gahyeon continues to pout, and after some cajoling and a lot of dessert you finally see her off in a taxi, loading the bags into the back seat for her.

"Thanks, let me know how the date goes!"

It went well, we're having a second date next week! Gahyeon swipes away the notification without a thought—it only hinders her from the porn she's watching. She licks the same finger and slips it between her legs once more, your message a mere detour to her destination. A low breath slips past parted lips as she rubs small circles on her clit before pushing two fingers in.

The woman's legs are held open, held at the knees as her partner begins thrusting. The loud slaps of flesh are even louder in Gahyeon's ears. She is forced to stop watching the video as her eyes close, a soft groan as she reaches a peak—a weak one, but it'll have to do. A shower later she finally gets to looking at her phone again.

That's great, see, told you I could dress you well! Gahyeon's message lights up your phone screen, but you don't see it on your desk. You're too busy stroking it, reading smuts and watching porn. Your hand quickens and with a long exhale through your nose you spill into the tissue.

You don't get to her message until the next day.

*Days later*

Gahyeon's walking out of the shower, mostly dry. Something catches her eye as she towels her hair dry—the box the granny had given her. She had forgotten about it and left it on her desk unopened. Curious, Gahyeon flips it open and nearly drops it!

"What..." On the floor lay a simple dildo, innocuous and hopefully unused. Gingerly Gahyeon picks it up, examining it closely. She takes it to the bathroom and washes it before touching it more thoroughly. Why did the granny give her this? And didn't she give you another box, did she give you a dildo too? Gahyeon is lost in thought as the water continues to run over her hands and the dildo. Those thoughts turn dirty as she absentmindedly runs a finger up and down the shaft—fuck, how long had it been since she got laid? The dildo felt longer and thicker between her fingers as she got wetter and wetter between her legs.

Making up her mind Gahyeon cleans the dildo again before turning off the tap and heading to bed. The shorts and panties quickly come off, and Gahyeon spreads her legs, her breath catching as the hard tip of the dildo rubs over her slit—that felt too good already! The tip nudges left and then right, and it pushes her lips open. Gahyeon holds her breath and closes her eyes as she slowly pushes the toy in. Her pussy reacts greedily, swallowing the dildo and tightly squeezing every inch Gahyeon feeds it.

She curses under her breath when it's fully in, and immediately she starts pumping the dildo in and out of her, relishing in the satisfaction of being filled. Gahyeon's arm strains to saw it even faster through her, and the friction is enough to get her there. She plants her feet on the bed and lifts her hips, biting back a moan as she crests over the top, her pussy clenching around the dildo deep inside. She keeps herself plugged for a while longer, the last aftershocks of pleasure making her toes curl on the sheets. Eventually the dildo is extracted, and Gahyeon brings it to the bathroom. She feels the slick on the toy collect on her hand as she strokes it up and down—Maybe I'll keep it, she thinks to herself as she cleans it for the third time. Instead of putting it back in the box, Gahyeon places it in her bedside drawer. She doesn't think about it or take it out again for a long while.

*Said long while later*

I'm sorry, I don't think we'll work out, wish you all the best! You read the message with a sinking heart. You look at the clothes Gahyeon picked for you—all you can do is shrug and shut the closet. You notice an out-of-place box on the closet shelf. Right, that granny had given you the box, and you had simply left it there when you emptied your shopping bag. You open it, and on the list of things you expected to find, a fleshlight definitely wasn't on it. You wash it in the bathroom before placing it on the desk—what do you do with it?

"Fuck it..." you mutter, getting rid of your shorts. No better way to get over an unsuccessful match by stroking your worries away. You fire up the porn, but it is not needed at all. The fleshlight felt amazing, hot and wet around your shaft, and it seems to pulse with life, like a real pussy!

"Hnngh!" Gahyeon squeals as the dildo suddenly feels warm and fleshy inside her. She's still pumping it manually, but it seems to be moving with a mind of its own, getting deeper than she normally would. The intense pleasure sweeps through her body, and Gahyeon bites her t-shirt to stifle her moans. Her legs tense and quiver, and she's quickly rolling to an orgasm as the dildo seems to throb inside her, bigger and harder!

Then the worst happens.

"Gahyeon-ah, are you there?"

Gahyeon stills her hand, keeping the dildo firmly stuffed inside her.

"Y-Yes unnie?"

"I'm going to get some groceries, do you want anything?" Despite her staying still, Gahyeon feels the repeated thrusting of the dildo inside her, and she can't hold on.

"No it's— Ah!" Without the t-shirt to bite on, Gahyeon yelps before biting her lower lip. Her thighs close around her arm, trapping the dildo inside her. The orgasm rages through her, driven to violent heights as it seems to climax with her, throbbing against her clenching walls. Her abdomen seems to get warmer, and Gahyeon rolls over. Her feet kick wildly, and she screams into the pillow as she feels herself getting filled up, the impossibility leading to ecstatic insanity.

"Gahyeon-ah, are you okay? Can I come in?" The voice seeps into her consciousness from a mile away. The dildo has slipped out, taking its place above the wet spot on her sheets.

"N-No unnie, sorry, I stubbed my toe." Gahyeon wipes the drool from her mouth.

"Omo, does it hurt a lot?"

"It's fine, it's fine!" Gahyeon hastily replies. "Actually, can you get me some cola?"

"Cola? Okay sure, I'll be back later."

"Thank you unnie!" Gahyeon takes a deep breath as she hears the footsteps get softer and softer from her door. She grabs the dildo and examines it closely—it doesn't feel lifelike at all, and there's no moving parts, so how could it thrust into her? She dips a finger within herself, yet there's no sign of cum or any other foreign fluid, so why did it feel like she was getting filled up?

"What the fuck..." two people gasp simultaneously.

Across Seoul you're doubled over at your desk, having dumped your load into the fleshlight as it seemed to milk you with a mind of its own. No masturbation ever felt quite like this, like you were having sex with someone! You pumped the toy over and over until the pleasure finally ended. Only now do you remove it from your cock. It felt warm and wet earlier, yet when you look at your shaft, there was nary any lubricant, no slick, and yet you had definitely felt it!

You stumble into the bathroom and wash it clean. Fingers in the fleshlight confirm that there is no motor, no battery, yet it was definitely grasping and clenching around you, seeming to orgasm right before you did. You're too drained to think about it, and you leave it in the box again.

You don't throw the toy away however, and neither does Gahyeon.

The two of you reach an understanding with each other, not that either of you were aware of it—using the toy at certain times felt really fucking good, specifically when you two were both using it at the same time. You two assumed that the toy had some special function at those times, and so it became almost a routine to masturbate then. There were times when it didn't work, when Gahyeon was abroad on tour—timezones threw it off, but neither of you made the connection.

There was the nagging fact that the granny had given you both a box, but neither of you wanted to bring it up with the other person. How could Gahyeon ask you about the dildo she got? How would you even bring up the fleshlight with Gahyeon? The indulgence of the toy became a guilty pleasure for both of you, something intimate that should be kept at arm's length otherwise. The two of you remained blissfully oblivious about each other's nighttime proclivities until one road trip.

"Aish Gahyeon, we're not going to make it in this jam! How are you late on Lunar New Year's eve? You still had schedules?!"

"No I just overslept my nap okay? Blame our families, why do they have to live so far from Seoul!" The two of you are stuck in what could be called "traffic", although that requires some movement of cars. As far as you can tell, you have moved about a meter in the past hour, and the sun is already setting.

"What does the navigation say?" you groan and ask Gahyeon.

"Uhh, 3 hours."

"Fuck, we're gonna miss dinner."

"Yeah... Sorry." You bite your tongue, deciding not to further cuss out Gahyeon for making you miss your dinner with the family.

"It's fine, let's just see how far we get, then figure things out." You continue tapping on the steering wheel, but it doesn't make the cars go any faster, and an hour becomes two, and then two and a half. You make your decision, swinging across several lanes towards an exit.

"What are you doing?!"

"It's too late, we might not even make it before midnight. Just tell your parents you'll come in tomorrow. Let's find a motel or something to stay for the night, it'll be way less jammed tomorrow morning."

Gahyeon lets out a long breath and sighs, "Want me to text your parents too?"

"Yeah, thanks."

You manage to take the exit off the highway, and Gahyeon directs you to a motel she found on her phone.

"Room for two?" The concierge asks.

"No, two rooms please, just for the night." You ignore the weird look from the concierge and look at your phone, responding to your parents' message.

"Of course, here are your keys."

"Thanks." The two of you go to your neighboring rooms, but before you can slam the door in frustration, Gahyeon asks quietly.

"Do you want to do dinner together? Might as well." She's right, not like you have anyone else to eat with.

"Sure, might as well," you sigh. Dinner was a sullen and quick affair, the two of you a lonely duo in the otherwise empty fast food joint—the only place that was still open.

"What time should we head out tomorrow?" Gahyeon asks you on the elevator up to your rooms.

"7 am? Is that too early?"

"No, I won't oversleep, promise!"

"Good, I'll leave you here otherwise." You wouldn't of course, but just to scare her into actually waking up on time for once. Gahyeon sees through it easily though, offering you a hug.

"Liar, have a good night, and happy new year I guess."

"Happy new year, night." You sigh and flop on the bed. You check your messages again—more pics of the feast you should have been eating. Aimlessly you scroll through your phone, until you hear something you really, probably, shouldn't have heard.

"Mmm..." Gahyeon moans softly. She felt terrible for oversleeping, frustrated at herself for making you late, for making you miss your family dinner as well. She needed relief, so she's sprawled out on the bed, pushing the dildo into herself.

"Ah..." In addition to it being something you shouldn't have heard, you really shouldn't be getting hard at listening to Gahyeon get herself off. But you're too aroused you can't bring youself to put on earphones, so you reach for the fleshlight instead to work off your stress—might as well make the most of the "distraction".

"Nngh!" Gahyeon lifts off the bed suddenly as the dildo is "active" again. She checks her phone quickly—it's outside of the dildo's normal “schedule”, but she's not going to complain as it throbs and penetrates her delightfully. Propping herself against the headboard she sits up and plants her feet on the mattress. Gahyeon's toes curl and grip the sheets as she plunges the dildo into her with more purpose. Now she's going to get fucked.

You groan under your breath as you pump the fleshlight over your shaft. It is tight and wet, even more so than usual—surprisingly it is "working" at this time. Gahyeon's moans get louder through the wall, and you stroke it even faster, even harder.

Gahyeon's biting her shirt again, and she's starting to slide back down the bed as the pleasure overwhelms her. The dildo is particularly active, striking her powerfully deep, even faster than usual.

"Hmmmm!" Her hips lift off the bed in orgasm as she's driven to her first of the session. Gahyeon's body seizes up in pleasure, and her arm is rigid, keeping the dildo plugged firmly in her body. It seems to keep thrusting, and Gahyeon shuts her eyes and bites down on her shirt further.

The fleshlight tightens around you perfectly in time with Gahyeon's deep moan, and it urges you to your peak. You hear Gahyeon panting and gasping through the wall, seemingly riding out her own intense orgasm, and you squeeze the fleshlight so tightly you might break it.

"Yah! Mmmmm, mmph!" Gahyeon yelps as the dildo continues moving. Normally one orgasm would be enough, and the dildo would "orgasm" too. Little did she know that you are extra-motivated from her moans, and you last longer than your normally do. Gahyeon has to twist into the pillow, moaning loudly into it as she cums again. The sound waves make their way through the wall, and it becomes unstoppable waves of pleasure in your body.

"Fuck!" Your moan is short but loud, and you finally explode into the fleshlight.

Gahyeon doesn't hear your moan, too lost in pleasure as the dildo seems to finally "orgasm" too, going rigid before throbbing wildly inside her. The familiar warmth of a creampie, imaginary or otherwise, makes her sigh as she goes limp on the bed.

Separated by a thin wall, the two of you come down from your orgasms, toys thickly coated with bodily fluids. You eventually sneak out of your room with fleshlight in hand, looking to quickly wash it in the communal bathroom. You then go for a shower, and as you finish up, you run into Gahyeon leaving her room, and you hurriedly pocket the fleshlight.

"H-Hey."

"Oh it's you, umm hey. Have a good night!" Gahyeon blushes, and she's hiding something behind her back. She hurries by you, and though you don't see what she's holding exactly, you turn to see her placing a box on the sink—the exact same box you have, the one the granny gave you!

A crazy thought forms in your head, and you had to ask Gahyeon. You wait to hear her return to her room before jumping up and knocking on her door.

"Hey, are you sleeping soon? I have a question." Gahyeon peeks through the gap in the door.

"Not yet, come in." Gahyeon sits on the bed, dressed in a large t-shirt and shorts underneath. "What's up?"

"So umm, I happened to see the box you were holding earlier." Gahyeon's eyes widen and she blushes. "Is that the box the granny gave us last time?"

"Y-Yes? I was just using it to hold my makeup."

"Can I ask what was in your box?"

"My makeup!"

"No, when she first gave it to you. Was it a... An adult toy of some sort?" Now you're blushing with her. Gahyeon one-ups you and blushes deeper, nodding.

"Okay, so it wasn't just me. Listen, don't freak out, but does it feel really good sometimes, when you use it?" Her eyes widen in shock, how would you know that?

"Don't kill me, but I overheard you umm, using it just now, did it feel really good then?"

"Yes," Gahyeon replies hoarsely, her throat suddenly dry. No way, no fucking way.

"Okay so I, mmm, I was using mine too, just now." The silence hangs in the air, the implication clear.

"No, not possible. Bullshit."

"I know, I guess, but—"

"Get out, I'm going to sleep."

"Gah—"

"Out, I'll see you tomorrow." You sigh and get up from your chair.

"Okay, good night." You return to your room and bang your head against the door. That conversation went about as well as you could expect. Now you're just left with a burning curiosity—is the fleshlight connected to Gahyeon's toy? Were you "feeling" Gahyeon?

Little did you know that the same question was burning a hole in Gahyeon's mind too, and she tossed and turned as she tried to sleep. What, or who was she feeling? Was it you, no way, right? She didn't want to think about it, to continue using the dildo worry-free, but she couldn't help it, especially as she stared at the box across the room.

It was almost a little too much guilt in the term "guilty pleasure", and so you are surprised but relieved when Gahyeon wakes you from your sleep, rapping the door loudly.

"Who is it?" you mumble sleepily.

"Me, I want to come in." She barges in as soon as you open the door, and you see she's holding a dildo. "Where is it?"

"What?"

"The box, the toy." You hand her the box, and she takes the fleshlight out. You can't read Gahyeon's expression, and she's holding it so tightly you fear she might just throw both toys on the ground and smash them.

Gahyeon's more nervous than she lets on, but she keeps her voice steady and tosses you the fleshlight.

"Let's use it, let's find out."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I need to know. Are you going to be able to use it if you don't?"

"I... No, same. Okay, how do we do this?"

"I-I don't know," Gahyeon admits, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Maybe we should just face away from each other?"

"Okay, I'll sit here then." Gahyeon turns to see you sit in the hotel chair, your back turned to her.

"Don't turn around, I'll- I'll take off my shorts." You hear the rustle of clothes, and silently you slip off your own boxers as well. "I'll go first." The slight breath she expels is more than enough to drive your imagination wild.

"Is it in?"

"I thought I should be the one asking you that," Gahyeon jokes shakily. "Go ahead."

"Okay, putting it in now." You groan at the wetness enveloping you, but is nothing compared to the erotic whimper Gahyeon makes. It is pointless for you to ask her if she feels it.

"Turn around," she orders you quietly.

"What?"

"I don't believe it, turn around, I need to see it."

"I'm not wearing my boxers Gahyeon."

"I know, please, I just need to see it." You settle for an inbetween, grabbing your discarded boxers and covering yourself best you can. You swivel the chair around, taking in Gahyeon—her t-shirt hides most of her body, but it fails to hide her smooth legs. The fabric bunches up at the very end, unable to hide the fact that her hand is between her thighs.

"Here." You push the boxers down your thighs, showing off the fleshlight over your cock.

"Move it— ah..." Gahyeon moans when you do as she says, giving the fleshlight one pump. You feel her moan, the toy clenching around your cock and getting wetter. She's bent over in pleasure, her long hair tickling her thighs.

"T-There, enough?"

"No, I need to see nngh— feel you move it, keep going." Slowly she shifts one leg, and then the other, on to the bed. Her hair still obscures her vision, but your gaze is unobstructed. Underneath her shirt you can see the dildo slowly moving in and out of her, copious coating of collecting contentment conclusive confirmation of her condition—close, so close! Soon Gahyeon disappears from sight as you close your eyes to relish the feel of her pussy clenching on you. The two of you silently masturbate, pumping fleshlight and dildo over and into your bodies.

"Fuck!" "Gahyeon!" The two of you harshly whisper into the room, and it snaps you out of it. You two look straight at each other, eyes wild and needy. Only one thought is in your mind.

Fuck Gahyeon.

The toys are tossed aside as you launch yourselves at each other. Your body weight means you land on top of her, and in an instant Gahyeon's grabbing your shaft, lining you up. Unreserved moans leave the two of you as you plunge straight into her. Her fingers grip your arms tightly, and her desire is clear.

Fuck me.

Her hand grabs your ass needily, trying to shove your dick into her like a dildo. Your hand is on her butt, squeezing and groping it, trying to use her like a fleshlight as you pull her towards you. It is less sex and more mutual masturbation the way you two are treating each other, as a tool for maximum pleasure.

Gahyeon is growing a taste for your meat in more ways than one—she's biting on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. The dildo was good, but this real dildo is ten, no, a hundred times more intense! She came on the first thrust, and then the third, and then the seventh, and then she loses count.

The fleshlight felt more amazing than ever before, and you thrust madly into it. Gahyeon's cries feed your arousal, and you're pounding into her, pulling her up against you to stroke yourself faster. Her legs hook around your thighs, and her nails dig into your arms—she needed this just as much as you did. You never wanted to stop, but your body has its limits.

"Ah!" Gahyeon's voice cracks as you unload into her "fleshlight", flooding her with cream. She grabs on your dildo tightly, milking it to further that sensation of warmth—she finally feels real and thick cum coating her walls.

You collapse on top of her, and you are greeted with bare skin. It smells nice, and you bury your face in it, kissing and sucking on it. You feel lips on your neck too, and you groan in response. When your heartbeat finally stabilizes, reality sets in.

What the fuck did you just do? Who the fuck did you just do?!

You try to get off Gahyeon, but she holds you close, holds you in her.

"N-Not yet." She slips out from underneath you and gets on all fours. It was a sight to raise the dead, a sight to revive your spent erection—Gahyeon's ass presented in front of you, your load seeping out of her, A visible handmark is on a cheek, from where you grabbed her ferociously. She doesn't turn back to speak to you, instead taking off her t-shirt and burying her head in the pillow.

"Use me... Get us off."

Gahyeon's head is still in the clouds as you push into her from behind. How many times has she been in this position before, on all fours as she tried to shove the dildo deeper into herself? Yet her hands are free now, free to pull on the sheets as she lets herself get penetrated over and over.

This "dildo" is so much better! she moans to herself—she pushes herself deeper into the pillow to muffle her moans, in denial of everything she's experiencing. She doesn't really want to acknowledge the fact that it is you doing it to her, pumping her full of ecstasy. The dildo was supposed to be just a toy, and you are supposed to be just her friend, not her fuck buddy or lover. Yet here Gahyeon is, creaming herself all over your shaft like never before, letting you shove your cum deeper into her. It's so filthy it's good.

She prays you don't hear her squeal when you press yourself against her back and your hands find her peachy perky breasts. Fuck, no dildo ever felt her up like that! Squeezing and pinching and pulling at her chest, Gahyeon's careening into another orgasm, making you grow harder, ready to burst.

Through her climax Gahyeon feels you get deeper into her, far deeper than the dildo has done before. It's no longer mutual masturbation—you're humping her, having sex with her, fucking her now. Heat wells in Gahyeon's core, eager for you to reach your peak, she needed to know you felt good, that she's making you feel good, just as much as you make her feel good. Your tip bumps against the entrance to her womb, and she surrenders.

He's making me cum again!

Gahyeon finally moans your name, admitting the fact that you, not the dildo, are the one giving her all the pleasure in the world. It is the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard—your stamina goes to zero, and you're firing everything you have left into her. The two of you freeze in place, your hands still squeezing her tits, kneading them like her pussy massages your shaft. You line her walls with ropes of seed, and only when you relax does Gahyeon go limp, falling forward onto the bed with you closely behind. The two of you breathe heavily, exhausted and drained. Bodies tangled together you fall asleep almost immediately, too tired to even process what just happened.

You wake up the next morning to a loud voice message from your parents.

"Yah, I thought you're making it for lunch?! Are you on your way yet?" You check your phone—it's 11 am!

"G-Gahyeon!" You hastily remove your arms from around her, but she grabs them and draws them back around her.

"Mmm, just a little longer..."

"Gahyeon we have to go!" you hiss. She snaps wide awake upon recognizing your voice and throws your arm off her.

"Uh... Uh..." She's speechless, holding up the sheets to cover her body. She blushes when she sees her clothes strewn all over the floor.

"We should er, clean up, I'll see you downstairs in half an hour." You face away from her, and hastily she gathers her belongings and runs back to her room.

The two of you are a disheveled pair when you check out of the motel, and the final stretch back home is deathly silent.

"Listen—" you start as you reach Gahyeon's place.

"Thanks for the ride, let's talk soon okay?" Her glance tells you she did not want to talk about it right now. “Happy new year.”

"Yeah, happy new year."

Your parents fuss over you, stuffing you full of food, and the relatives visiting are a welcome distraction from Gahyeon. It is merely a distraction though, as you stop in front of Gahyeon's place mere days later to drive her back.

"Aigoo, thanks for driving Gahyeon back, are your parents well?" Gahyeon's mom and dad greets you warmly.

"Yes they are, thanks for asking, I hope you are well too!"

"Gahyeon hurry up, don't make him wait!"

"I know I know!" She dumps her suitcase in the back before taking a seat in the back. Well, she would have, until her mom slaps her on the hand.

"What is he, your chauffeur? Go sit in front! He'll get bored driving back by himself with no one to talk to."

"It's okay, she doesn't have to—" But her dad is already opening the door and shoving Gahyeon in.

"Have a safe drive back!"

"We will, bye!" Gahyeon's parents disappear from the rear view mirror as you speed away. She takes her mom's words to heart and eventually breaches the silence.

"Did you have a good new year? Are your parents well?" 

"Yeah, thanks, you?"

"Yeah, it was good, you saw them, they’re doing good."

"Yeah."

You stop at one of the many traffic lights on your way back to Seoul, and you take a deep breath.

"Can we talk about what happened?"

Gahyeon nods, and between the traffic and the lights, you two spend a long time talking.

*Weeks later*

Your phone buzzes, and the message prompts you to check your phone. It's 2 in the afternoon.

Hey, you up? 

it's 2 pm, of course I'm up

call?

ok

Gahyeon calls you, and you find the fleshlight before picking up.

"Are you busy?" she asks.

"No, why would I be busy on a weekend?"

"It's still Friday here." Right, she's on tour again.

"What time is it?"

"Dunno, like midnight? We just finished a show."

"Shouldn't you be asleep then?"

"That's why I called you didn't I? Video?"

"Sure." The screen flickers on to show Gahyeon's bare face, her eyes already drooping. She smiles sleepily when she sees you.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself, you look like you're already sleeping."

"No I'm not!" she opens her eyes wide in defiance, but as soon as her head hits the pillow again they close a little.

"Fine, are you ready?"

"Mmhmm."

"Putting it in." The two of you gasp in pleasure as you bring the fleshlight over your cock.

"You're wet."

"Well yeah, was trying to get one off before bedtime, but here we are. Hnngh slowly!" She whines as you pull the fleshlight out too quickly.

"Oops sorry! How's the tour?" you catch up with Gahyeon, watching her body rock slightly as she slowly plunges the dildo into herself offscreen.

"Good, fun, long, wish I was back home." You're slowly moving the fleshlight over yourself, the two of you having lazy sex from across the oceans.

"That sucks, how many more days?"

"A week I think, then I'm back."

"Cool, can't wait." You miss Gahyeon's slight blush, your eyes closing as she grips you tighter.

"Y-yeah, can't wait, now shut up and do me." The two of you move your toys more needily, and the call devolves into soft moans, quiet pleads of "Right there!" and "Yes!" You watch Gahyeon bite her lower lip, stifling a loud moan when she climaxes. Across timezones you feel her clench around you, and you grunt and cum into your toy. For your benefit Gahyeon keeps the dildo in her until you finally open your eyes again.

"Feel good?" she asks, almost mischievously.

"Yeah, you good?"

"Wonderful, thanks for the help."

"Of course, have a good night Gahyeon."

"Thanks, good night oppa."

The call ends and you go to wash the toy once more, questioning again what sort of twisted relationship have you gotten into with Gahyeon.

She gets back a week later and immediately drags you out shopping.

“Did I really just let you bribe me with food to carry your bags?” you mutter as Gahyeon drops another bag on your overladen arms.

“No, you let yourself let me bribe you with food to carry my bags, thanks! Oh, that looks good over there!”

"Hi there! Are you two a couple?" You and Gahyeon freeze in place, but thankfully it is not any granny, but a regular salesperson.

"Ah no, we're not," you answer for the two of you, stepping in front of Gahyeon before she could explode at them.

"My mistake, I'm so sorry, I thought—"

"What if we are?" Gahyeon interrupts the salesperson from behind you.

"Eh? Oh, well we just have a promotion for couples, it's a couple set, you get good food and it comes with matching cups that you can bring home with you. I thought maybe you two would be interested."

"We are then, shall we, oppa?" Gahyeon blinks her eyes cutely at you. “Remember I’m paying, so I choose,” she adds, threatening you adorably.

"S-Sure." You roll your eyes and let Gahyeon drag you away. When was the last time getting free stuff went wrong for the two of you?

You look at Gahyeon smiling back at you and your heart skips a beat—maybe nothing has gone wrong yet after all, but your life has certainly been turned upside down.

A/N: Happy lunar new year! Spent time traveling and with the family, so didn’t have much chance to write.

This is one of those rare ideas where I don’t even know how I came up with it, in what world does “magically connected sex toys” make sense, it doesn’t even pop up in JAV or hentai! Anyways, hope it worked well, somehow made it a little fluffy at the end too, thanks for reading!

[babiebom]

Hey! Hope you're having a great week!

I'd like to make a request about harvey and witch!reader (GN) who gifts him potions or invites him to do little rituals.(stuff like that)

This could be HCs or a little oneshot or whatever you're comfortable with!

(If that's too much, sorry/gen)

🦉-

A/N: you wanna know something funny? I wasn’t gonna announce it yet(as if anyone cares lmao) but I’m planning on doing musical inspired fics and the very first one I’m writing is about witch!reader(gender neutral) x Rasmodius! So you were literally in tune with me about the reader being a witch lmao. Also I hope you’re having a great week(and all the great weeks for forever) too!!

Tw:Witchcraft? Some stuff may be inaccurate I do not practice witchcraft at all so I am very ignorant. Cursing. A sexual mention (not bad or graphic I promise it’s just a lil jokey joke.) 1 mention of the war going on in the game.

Wc: 17 bulletpoints (i think) 0.6k for the oneshot

Sdv Masterlist

I personally think that Harvey has no experience AT ALL with witchcraft and magic or anything.

His experience is that he has watched scary movies with witches, and has seen every single episode of Charmed.

So he’s not really scared, just wary, especially since there is an actual Wizard that lives right outside of town.

So when you start becoming friends and you tell him that you’re a witch and partake in witchcraft he’s very….

I literally cannot explain without using an emoji I hope y’all can see it it’s just 😃

Like he’s literally like “hmm okay guess that’s something that’s part of my life now”because he likes you so much

If it was anyone else he would’ve been sorta like…that’s something I’m not comfy with

But with you he’s like “yeah okay I guess I can deal with this”

The first time you gift him a potion he is very confused like wtf is this for

You’re like “hehe it’s to help you have more energy🥰”

He is VERY HAPPY with how well it works and the fact that you made the potion taste GOOD

Like the medicine he sells in the clinic for energy tastes like absolute ass and he never takes it himself.

But you literally gave him a solution

Also a potion to get rid of insomnia(at least temporarily)

He is all for it especially since it’s you teaching him.

He actually allows you to sell your potions in the clinic for certain things like helping Granny Evelyn deal with her bad knees and arthritis.

Actually in love with you, and he has decided that even if you used a love potion on him he wouldn’t care at all.

The moon is slowly rising in the night sky by the time Harvey can lock up the clinic to head to your farm. He’s nervous, he has been to your place before, yes, but this is the first time you’ve invited him to be a part of a ritual that you’re doing. He doesn’t know what it is specifically, while on the phone you were very playful and vague. It takes him an hour to get to your place, he walks briskly, the wind whipping his hair around.

The closer he gets, the more his heart pounds and he feels the urge to turn back and go home. It’s not that he’s scare of you, in fact he trusts you with his life, he just is anxious about the ritual and what you have to do. His phone buzzes in his pocket the second he stops and he sees your name pop up.

Farmer: don’t you dare turn around.

i’ll turn you into a frog if you do.

okay i won’t but hurry up and get here.

He couldn’t help but smile at your words, and how you knew that he was getting cold feet. Harvey sends a reply and continues walking. This night is going to change his life, he knows it.

He knocks on your door, bouncing on his feet as he waits, too cold to just stand there. You open the door, and he is hit with the smell of what he thinks is cinnamon, and the warmth of the inside of your home. Your smile is so bright that he insults himself internally for even thinking of turning around.

“You’re here!” You grab at his arm to pull him inside, helping him take off his coat to hang it up. “I thought you would’ve changed your mind.”

“Never, not when you invited me.” You send a soft smile his way while leading him to your bedroom. He had never really been in it before, only seeing it from the living room or hallway when he’s passing by. It makes his heart thump so loudly that he fears that you can hear it.

“You ready?”

“Yeah…what kind of ritual is this?”

“A sex ritual.” He chokes on his saliva. You invited him to do a sex ritual? He thinks for a second that he doesn’t think that you were at that point yet, but he isn’t mad at it, he wouldn’t oppose it if this is really what you want to do.

“A sex ritual?”

“Yeah,” your eyes shine with mischief, “to make us super horny, totally. We’re gonna summon an incubus.”

Harvey can’t stop his eyes from widening at your words. “O…Kay?” You laugh loudly at him, doubling over and wheezing, your eyes closed in delight.

“I-“ you almost fall to the ground still laughing hard. “I’m joking! We’re doing a ritual to make sure that the beginning of next year will be good for everyone, and we’re doing a second one to protect the valley from monsters, especially with the war going on.”

He lets out a loud breath, sort of relieved but also sort of disappointed. He really did want to see you summon some sort of sex demon, it would be really funny now that he thinks about it.

Taking his hand, you grin as you pass him some ingredients. As you begin to read off how to do the ritual, he decided then and there that he has to ask you on a date, and maybe to do a ritual to make sure that the date goes well, he’d regret it if he didn’t.

[sirtotallynotatimetraveler]

I made a Pizza Tower AU! : Candy Castle

So the jist of it is, it’s a Swap AU, based off of the hit fangame Sugary Spire, but Instead of swapping the personalities and roles of the characters, it just swaps the roles of the characters, keeping the personalities of the characters the same. This AU idea was inspired off of the Undertale AU TS!Underswap that does the same thing. Some swapped roles are based of Sugary Spire and some are just my idea.

In this AU, Peppino never went into war, (yes i know that McPig said it wasn’t canon but shhh), because of that, he never got his pizza business going. He instead became shrouded in debt, needing to work unfulfilling dead-end jobs to make ends meet, as his involvement as a war veteran actually paid the bills and the pizza shop he could have bought. Instead, Theodore/Teddy Gobbstopper (The Noise), a New Yorker stereotype, sugar-obsessed candy confectioner buys out the building that would’ve became Peppino’s Pizza Shop, now named “Teddy’s Candy”.

 A corporate candy company builds a nearby castle/factory across from Teddy’s candy shop. The money hungry boss of the company sends his mascot of the company, Granny Candydimples who warns Teddy that they’ll smash his candy shop with a comically large hammer if he doesn’t do anything about it. Teddy gives in, pops in a few butterscotch candies in his mouth and sugar rushes to the Candy Castle at Mach 4 speed. 

Some Tidbits of the Characters shown so far! : 

Teddy Gobbstopper - The Noise:

He gained his earnings as a TV show actor for half of his life. As a sugar-addicted maniac, he’s always been relying on candy to aid his needs at all times. His love for candy sparked his desires to become a candy maker and is the reason why he’s always on a never-ending sugar rush, annoying the hell out of people when he’s around others.  But because of rival corporations stealing his customers, he’s become in debt.

Suzy Sugarplum - Noisette :

She owns a separate candy shop of her own and is also affected by the rival candy corporation. Teddy and Suzy fell in love after meeting in the Candy Castle, although Teddy tries to hide these feelings. She later tames a hedgehog named Sock. She’s very optimistic and silly, but she means serious business when it comes to candy sales.

Mr. LollyStick - Pizzahead:

He’s Teddy’s landlord and accountant who always bugs him to pay his bills by acting overly annoying in a joyful type of way, popping out of absolutely nowhere and playing endless pranks if you don’t pay your taxes on time. While he doesn’t care about the money as much, he does want to make ends meet.

Captain Crackle - Peppino Spaghetti :

Full name, Peppino Ravioli Crackle, has been in debt for years, trying to work his way into finally fulfilling his lifelong dream of owning a Pizza Parlor. He’s been subjected to signing a painstaking lifelong contract of selling his likeness to be the mascot of a sugary cereal brand, Captain Crackle, a joyful, charming cereal pirate roaming the 7 milky seas. He even had to change his last name as part of the contract. He’s a short-tempered anxious mess, constantly wondering if he’ll make it out of debt and out of a job he hates. He seeks comfort and joy out of the little time he has out of work, making pizza and singing opera tunes in the kitchen.

Mr. Gus - Gustavo :

Like Peppino, Gus, full name Gustavo, also is in debt, hoping to also open a restaurant of his own. He’s Captain Crackle’s sidekick who does most of the work and he’s also a bunny themed mascot for his own cereal Chocklinz, where he always gets bullied by goblins who tell him “Chocklinz are for Goblins”. He secretly works on the side as a bartender at a hidden place called Gus’s Soda Tavern. 

Oh, and here’s the Swap Chart! :

The Noise <--> Peppino

Noisette <--> Gustavo

Pizzahead <--> Mr. Stick

Snick <--> Brick

Gerome the Janitor <--> Pepperman

The Priest <--> The Vigilante

The Fake Peppino counterpart would be a Fake Ted, but maybe instead of being like a mutant science experiment maybe it will be a weird rusty robot version of Teddy,

Granny Pizza (The pizza that guides you through the tutorial and stuff) <--> Pizzaface

Mort The Chicken from the hit game Mort The Chicken <--> Cookie Blair from the Copyright Hit game Cookie’s Bustle 

I’ll be making a Part 2 in the near future! Stay tuned fellas!

(Oh, and if you want to make fan art of my AU, please do! Just be sure to credit me as the creator of the AU and link my blog page!)

[mariamakeslemons]

I'm playing in @ghouljams sandbox, with a tiny, hurt child. She's a combination "normal" person and unable to see her own hurt.

I don't own Witch, that's Ghoul's OC/Reader insert. I do own Racheal/Lilac.

Racheal shakes as she hesitates to knock on the door. Granny told her that the witch living here may be her only hope of actually understanding the magic she has. But the witch here also has ancestral magic instead of having to rely solely on the magic her own body creates. Which Racheal has to do. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, the girl knocks on the door and flinches at the sound she’s made, clinging to her barely made grimoire tightly.

The door opens and the prettiest woman blinks down at her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Are you lost, sweetie?” she asks Racheal. Squeaking, the girl shakes her head and hands the woman her Granny’s letter. The woman blinks before accepting the letter, frowning at the writing before turning back to Racheal with a smile.

“You might as well come in, okay?” the woman offers with a smile. Racheal nods and scurries in, glancing over her shoulder nervously. The woman hums and moves through her house with ease, leaving Racheal to scurry after her.

“So, how old are you, sweetheart?” the woman asks, as she opens the letter.

“…E-eleven, ma’am,” Racheal answers, flinching at the woman suddenly stopping in the hall. Slowly, the woman turns to look at Racheal, her hand moving to toy with the hagstone necklace she has.

“…Eleven,” she repeats, and Racheal can’t do anything but nod. Granny always said she was too stupid to start learning when everyone else started, because she couldn’t even tell what the difference between using lavender or using sage would do to certain spells as a five year old. The woman closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before a smile crosses her face.

“Well, let me finish reading this and we’ll start outlining what to do to help you,” the woman offers with a nice smile. Racheal perks up at that, eager to learn what she can and hopefully please at least one of her teachers.

“Y-yeah! That s-sounds like a plan!” Racheal agrees, flinching at her stutter. Granny told her proper witches don’t do that, but she can’t really help it. It just comes out. But, she thinks while looking up at the woman who only smiles at her excitement, maybe it’s just a coven thing.

“Okay,” the woman says after Racheal dropped off her meager belongings in the spare room she had pointed out (Racheal wasn’t really allowed too much, she was too stupid to own things according to Granny), “Let’s lay out some rules. One, I’m to be called Witch, okay? That is what the majority of people know me as, and it’s easier to remember than knowing my actual name.”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Racheal agrees easily enough. That’s easy to remember. Miss Witch smiles at her, her eyes softening nicely.

“Now, I need to know your fae name,” she instructs, “Because that’s what I’ll refer to you in public with.”

“It’s S-Stupid,” Racheal answers. Miss Witch sighs and smiles, almost looking amused.

“I’m sure it’s not, sweetie,” she says, “You don’t have to be shy.”

“Oh, uh,” Racheal starts, realizing that Miss Witch didn’t understand, “N-no. I m-mean, my n-name. It’s Stupid.” Miss Witch freezes, her smile in place, but something brewing under her pretty eyes. Slowly, her face changes to something thunderous and Racheal shrinks on herself, waiting for the strike that’s sure to come. She’d deserve it, after all. She upset Miss Witch.

“No,” the woman says, startling Racheal, “I’m not calling you that. We’ll think of something else.” Racheal blinks at her, confused by her reaction as Miss Witch hems and haws over a thought.

“What’s your favorite color?” she asks suddenly. Racheal jumps, blinking at her in shock.

“…I can h-have one of th-those?” Racheal replies, stunned. She’d heard about that sort of thing, favorite things. Granny told her that only smart people could have them, that she’s too stupid to have any kind of preference. Miss Witch hums and nods, although something in her face tells Racheal that she’s angry. But, she wants to know what color is her favorite. And she really likes purples, especially light purples like…

“Lilac,” Racheal decides.

“Then, that’s what I’ll call you,” Miss Witch tells her. Racheal, Lilac, smiles and nods eagerly, only to jump at a knocking noise from what looks like Miss Witch’s backyard. The woman huffs, almost fondly, before patting Lilac’s head.

“Stay here, okay, sweetie? I need to speak with someone,” she tells Lilac with a smile. Lilac nods eagerly and stays right there, although she wonders if Miss Witch would be upset if she sat on the floor. She’s really tired from having to stay up to catch the train, then the plane, then the bus, then the other train. Maybe she can sit for a minute, then stand back up.

“I’m going to kill a fellow witch,” you chirp to Price, holding back every piece of rage you feel. He raises a brow at your declaration, surprised that you decided to greet him with that.

“Is it the little one in your house?” he asks, curious.

“No, she’s the reason why I’m ready to commit murder,” you tell him. The poor girl is too thin and small, obviously malnourished. Then there’s the stutter and that name. Oh, that name. And to top everything off, the witch who sent her wrote the letter like complaining about a stray animal that needs to be put down, not a child that needs to be guided.

“Deep breaths, love,” Price soothes, reaching across the bricks to grasp your hand within his. You comply, taking a deep breath before slowly letting it out.

“She’s eleven and, according to the letter, she barely knows what the herbs do, let alone any spells,” you tell him. Price freezes at that, obviously understanding what you’re implying. After all, witchcraft is a craft, one that must be started young to be able to use the magic safely and confidently. Most witches start by reading to their children from their own grimoire, teaching what a symbol or plant means and is used for.

“…A child,” Price sighs, smoke pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“An abused child,” you correct, watching as he breathes out of his nose, hard. Smoke bursts out of his nostrils like a bull or a dragon, an anger burning in his eyes and you find yourself at ease.

The relationship between children and fae is always tricky. A child could be coveted or prey, depending on the fae in question. However, with Price’s reaction, you can tell he would rather burn down the world than harm a child. Perhaps it has to do with how children are easy prey, something that Price has told you was boring. Perhaps it has to do with what little you’ve found out about Ghost, the fae following L- no, she needs a different name… Pink? Sunny? Ugh, well, the fae that follows the Shop Keeper’s friend around.

“I’ll tell my boys to behave around her,” Price said, pulling you from your musing. He smiles, “That’ll spread the word that she’s under my protection.”

“You don’t even know her,” you argue without any heat. Price chuckles, leaning against the wall with that sly grin of his.

“You like her, pretty witch,” he purrs, sending a shiver down your spine, “That’s more than enough for me.” You huff, but the smile that fights its way on your face probably tells him how amused you are by his declaration.

“I should finish getting her settled in,” you tell him, brushing your hand against his own. Price catches your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’ll see you around then,” he promises, giving your hand a soft squeeze before pulling away. You turn back to your home and go inside, only to stop and sigh. Lilac is curled up on the floor, asleep, with her grimoire clutched in her arms. The dark circles under her eyes tell you how little sleep the girl gets and you feel another wave of anger threaten to drown you. How could anyone do this to a child, let alone one who so obviously wants to please? When you get the chance, you’re going to burn down the witch’s house and adopt the girl. Or, maybe help her find a family if you can’t.

[writeronartblock]

A play-by-play of my reaction to reading ORV ep/chp 220 (it's 2 AM, I wrote this at fucking 2 AM)

THE FACT THAT THE OPENING SCENES OF THIS CHAPTER HAS ZERO DIALOGUE AND HAS FIVE OF THE GROUP MEMBERS CRYING BEFORE DOKJA AND JOONGHYUK START TRADING BLOWS

JOONGHYUK'S FACE, ANGUISHED AND MAD AND SAD IN AN EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED WAY

HIS GONNA GET KILLED BY THE SWORD THAT THEY BOTH HAVE! THE SWORD THAT THEY MADE WITH EACH OTHER

"I hopes that the moment when I have to use this would never come."

"Likewise. Though, not anymore."

DON'T AGREE WITH HIM, PLEASE?!

[The Constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is Despairing]

ME TOO URIEL, ME FUCKING TOO

[The Constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is Sighing Deeply]

ME TOO WUKONG, ME FUCKING TOO

THE SWORD NULLIFIES THE EIGHT LIVES ATTRIBUTE SO HE WON'T GET REVIVED AGAIN

PERSEPHONE IS WATCHING

THE CONSTELLATION WHO HAS NOT BEEN NAMED GIVES HIS FIRST STIGMA TO HIS INCARNATION AND IT'S CALLED "SACRIFICIAL WILL"??????

OH YOOSUNG BABY, OH NO

AND HE'S THANKING THEM

[The Incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed by the one he loves most.]

AND THEN IT SHOWS HIM READING TWSA ON THE TRAIN FROM WORK, LIKE THE START OF IT ALL

SECRETIVE PLOTTER IS WATCHING

WHEN THE PROPHECY SAID HE'D BE KILLED BY THE ONE HE LOVES MOST IT DIDN'T REFER TO ANY ONE PERSON. IT REFERED TO THIS STORY, TWSA

URIEL IS WATCHING

SUN WUKONG IS WATCHING

ABYSSAL BLACK FLAME DRAGON IS WATCHING

GENERAL YI SUN-SIN IS WATCHING

THE SEQUENCE OF THE CHARACTERS????

WHEN DOKJA FIRST MET THEM AND THEIR BIGGEST DEFINING MOMENT????

HELLO????

TWSA BECAME HIS STORY! HIS!

TWSA FELT LIKE A STORY SPECIFICALLY MADE FOR HIM, IT'S SINGULAR READER WHO READ IT TILL THE END

AND NOW IT'S A STORY THAT HE CLAIMED FOR HIMSELF BECAUSE IT'S FILLED WITH STORIES THAT HE HELPED CREATE AND HIS PRECIOUS COMPANIONS UEUEUEUEUEUE

WHEN EVERYONE STOOD BY HIS SIDE AND HE LOOKS TO FIND JOONGHYUK IN FRONT OF HIM?? AND THEY ALL JOIN HIM??? SANGAH AND SOOYOUNG ALSO LOOKED AHEAD!!!!

THE SMALL CONSTELLATION FROM PEACE LAND IS WATCHING

ALL THE CONSTELLATIONS OF THE KOREAN PENINSULA ARE WATCHING

JOONGHYUK HOLDING HIM UP BY HIS SHOULDER

YES, IT'S BEEN A WONDERFUL STORY! BUT PLEASE!!!

THE WAY ALL HIS STARTING CONSTELLATION SPONSORS DIDN'T WISH FOR HIS DEATH

THE WAY URIEL BEGGED HIM TO NOT DIE

JOONGHYUK GRIPPING HIS SHIRT ONLY FOR IT DISINTEGRATE, REACHING FOR HIM AND SCREAMING HIS NAME

YOOSUNG RUNNING AFTER HIS DISINTEGRATING FORM WHILE CRYING, THAT'S YOUR INCARNATION!!!

THE WAY EVERYONE OUTSIDE THE CASTLE REJOICED AT BEING LIBERATED FROM THE SCENARIOS

THE WAY HIS MOM AND THE GRANNY JUST STANDS LOOKS AT THE NOTIF SCREEN

LITERALLY EVERYONE IS CRYING

BIHYUNG!!!!! ALL THE DOKKAEBIS LOOKING IN SHOCK

[Your Modifier is 'Demon King of Salvation']

SHUT UP! FUCK OFF! DON'T COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME!

[locution-youngster-enjoyer]

💗Granny May

💗The Narrator

💗Leslie

💗Charlie and Meatloaf

Oh sweet Jesus Christ /hj

You’ve opened a whole can of worms with that one, ESPECIALLY for the Narrator

Granny May

I don’t have a lot to say about her because I don’t care that much about her overall, so I don’t have that much to say about her backstory-

She’s been in the villain business for a long long time and was more respected in her younger years. Her husband was also a criminal, but before him she dated Hal Hardbargain, who made her the mech suit she uses. They’re now bitter exes, and constantly fight because they’re cranky old people. Unfortunately, Granny May’s husband passed away, but she Carrie’s on her villain career because it fulfills her.

Granny’s mom is not a villain, and didn’t exactly approve of Granny’s career, but still loves her a lot.

Eugene and Granny don’t really talk anymore after the shorts. Granny is disappointed he gave up on his villain career so early, but otherwise doesn’t focus much on him.

Uhhhh yeah that’s all I got for her, I haven’t really given her much thought lol-

The Narrator

HAAHAHHAHA oh god

Ok so- in my AU headcanon thing (Idfk at this point), there’s three different levels of reality. There’s the irl world (aka us, yes you person reading this), the middle ground, and any fictional world. Narrator’s live in the middle ground, aware they’re fictional but also living out there own lives in some strange form of free will. This means that it’s possible that any narrator from any media could interact, though it’s typically separated between film/tv show narrators, and game narrators.

Also, most of them without canon names just go with whatever name their VA has, so the Narrator would be named Chris.

Chris is happily married to the Powerpuff Girls Narrator (aka Tom)

Time works differently in the fictional reality (aka the whole show of Wordgirl) then it does in the Middle Ground. Time skips that are shown in the show aren’t actual time skips to the Narrators. Chris will literally just walk off and do something else until whatever time is being skipped to. While he can just stick around after an episode, there’s no real reason to, but he sometimes does so anyway because he actually likes his protagonists.

Tom is a whole separate thing so if y’all want me to talk more about these two please let me know. I love ‘em :))

Idk what else to mention, I just like the silly voice guy

Leslie

MY GIRRLLL. I have so much to say about her

In my au, Leslie and Victoria Best have a strange mentor and student relationship.

This is because that Leslie had a very similar childhood to Victoria. The reason she seems to be so multitalented is because as a kid, her parents put her through so many tournaments and extra curricular activities. Kids viewed her as either weird or mean because she was working all the time. Unlike Victoria, Leslie didn’t constantly boast about being the best, but she did have a silent air of superiority.

Until around 8th grade, when a teacher called CPS on her parents. They lost custody of her (because of the horrible shit they would do to her), and she started living with her grandma.

No longer having the constant force telling her to be perfect, Leslie’s mental health and self confidence tanked. It why as an adult she gets stage fright easily.

She went to a really prestigious high school filled with several people with rich families (including some other characters). One of said characters was Claire McCallister, who she quickly befriended (they also dated briefly, but it didn’t really work out, with them leaving on good terms)

Eventually, her high school and another high school participated in an event where they competed with each other, and that’s where Leslie met Lady Redundant Woman, Ms Question, and Mr Big (pre-transition). She specifically hung out and befriended Shelly, and helped him realize he was trans, so for a while they were absolute best buds.

After school, Leslie started working in economics, but was pretty bored with her life, until she heard of a job opportunity as a secretary for an up and coming company. To her surprise, she ends up reuniting with Mr Big.

Mr Big didn’t originally have Mind Control is his company statement, he suddenly got the idea from a random joke Leslie made that he took way to seriously.

Over time, Leslie started to lose her energy for the job and her self esteem started to sink again. The lack of credit and the overworking she received do nothing to help her.

Charlie and Meatloaf

These guys are so silly :]

Meatloaf’s actual name is Joe

These two were roommates in college and were best buds ever since. They both got a job at a construction company together, and they began to befriend a certain Dr Boxleitner who kept calling for their help because he kept blowing up his lab.

Post the accident, Two Brains ‘hired’ them to come work for him, since they were the only people who he knew and who were willing to help.

They’re also in an asexual relationship with each other