#I DIDN'T HAVE IT IN MYSELF TO GO WITH GRACE

[bratzkoo]

WGM episode 1 | dk

episode 1: the first date

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: seokmin x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Word count: 1.6k~ Warnings/note: fluff, fake marriage, and real feelings. cursing, seokmin curses a lot in his head.

summary: WE GOT MARRIED is back. Seokmin and Y/N pairs up to shoot 10 episodes for a special. Turns out, there are more things happenings off-camera than what meets the eye.

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Seokmin arrived at the baseball stadium thirty minutes early, because of course he did. What else was he supposed to do? Show up on time like a normal, non-desperate person? Ha!

He paced outside the main entrance, checking his reflection in his phone camera every forty-five seconds. Is this jersey too much? Not enough? Should I have worn the home team colors instead? Why didn't I consult Minghao about this?

His phone kept buzzing with texts from the members, who had apparently formed a task force dedicated solely to his dating life:

Hoshi: FIGHTING!!! Remember everything I told you about baseball metaphors!!  

Jeonghan: If you don't hold her hand at least once, you're sleeping in the practice room for a week  

Joshua: Just be yourself. But maybe 20% less loud.  

Mingyu: I bet Wonwoo 50,000 won that you'll spill something on yourself within the first hour  

Vernon: Just breathe, hyung  

Seungkwan: I PREPARED A SONG LIST FOR ROMANTIC MOMENTS PLEASE CHECK YOUR EMAIL

Seokmin was about to text back a series of increasingly panicked emojis when he spotted her walking toward the entrance.

Oh.  

Oh no.  

She looks PRETTY pretty.

Y/N was wearing a white sundress with a denim jacket and sneakers, her hair slightly tousled by the spring breeze. Seokmin's brain immediately emptied of all thoughts except one: If I mess this up, I will never forgive myself.

He shoved his phone in his pocket, completely forgetting his members' existence. The cameras were following at a discreet distance, but for once, he wasn't thinking about them.

"Hi," he managed, desperately trying to remember how normal humans greet each other. "You look nice."

Nice? NICE? That's the best you can do? She looks like a literal angel descended from heaven to grace this sweaty baseball stadium with her presence, and you said NICE?

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear in that way that made his heart do a weird flippy thing. "Thanks. Is this okay for baseball? I wasn't sure what to wear."

"It's perfect," he said too quickly, then remembered the gift. "Oh! I got you something."

He pulled out the team cap he'd spent forty-five minutes selecting last night, trying to find one that would look cute on her without being too small or too big or too anything. "Every fan needs one."

"Does that make us officially a couple? Matching hats?" She took it with a smile that Seokmin felt in his soul.

"That's the first step," he confirmed, slipping into his performer persona because it was either that or spontaneously combust. "Next would be matching phone cases, then matching hoodies, and eventually matching gravestones."

She laughed, and the sound made Seokmin mentally high-five himself. YOU MADE HER LAUGH. POINT FOR TEAM SEOKMIN.

"Quite the commitment trajectory," she said.

"I don't make the rules of Korean couples culture," he shrugged, feeling a tiny bit more like himself. "I just follow them religiously."

She put the cap on, adjusting it slightly. "How do I look?"

Like everything I didn't know I wanted. Like the answer to a question I hadn't thought to ask. Like someone I'm going to embarrass myself over repeatedly for the next ten episodes.

"Very sporty," he said instead, the understatement of the century. "Ready to learn about America's favorite pastime?"

"I thought that was complaining on Twitter."

Seokmin burst out laughing, genuine and unfiltered. Is she always this witty? How am I supposed to survive this?

"Second favorite, then," he managed.

---

Inside the stadium, Seokmin's chaotic energy went into overdrive. The camera crew was setting up around them, but all he could focus on was how close they were sitting. Their elbows could touch. That's practically third base, right? WAIT, BAD BASEBALL METAPHOR. Erase that thought immediately.

"So, rule number one," he began, desperate to seem knowledgeable about something, anything, "you have to eat stadium food. It's mandatory."

"Is that an official baseball rule or a Seokmin rule?" Y/N asked, eyes twinkling in a way that made his stomach do gymnastics.

"Both," he declared, committing fully to the bit. "It's in the official rulebook: 'All spectators must consume their body weight in overpriced food to maintain the economic ecosystem of professional sports.'"

"Well, we can't break the rules on our first date," she agreed solemnly.

First date. She called it a date. IT'S JUST FOR THE SHOW, SEOKMIN. GET A GRIP.

He signaled to a vendor with perhaps too much enthusiasm. "Two of everything, please."

"I was joking!" Y/N protested, laughing.

"I wasn't," he insisted. "You need the full experience."

Soon their seats were surrounded by enough food to feed the entire team. The camera zoomed in on the spread, then on Y/N's wide eyes.

"This is ridiculous," she said, but she was smiling.

"Welcome to marriage," Seokmin replied, handing her a hotdog and trying not to think about how their fingers brushed. "Sharing calories is the foundation of any good relationship."

When she took a bite and a tiny bit of ketchup appeared at the corner of her mouth, Seokmin experienced what could only be described as a gay panic, except heterosexual. He fumbled for a napkin so violently he knocked over his soda, barely catching it before it spilled everywhere.

Great. Now Mingyu was 50,000 won richer.

---

As the game began, Seokmin tried to explain the rules while simultaneously:

1. Not staring at Y/N too much

2. Not sounding like a know-it-all

3. Not accidentally touching her

4. Not spilling anything else

5. Remembering how baseball works

It was a lot.

"So the pitcher throws the ball, and the batter tries to hit it," he explained, pointing to the field. "If they hit it, they run to the bases—first, second, third, and home."

"Like a relationship," Y/N observed. "You go through different stages before coming home."

Seokmin nearly choked on his pretzel. Is she flirting? Is this what flirting feels like? I'm dying.

"Exactly," he wheezed. "Baseball is just a metaphor for love. That's why they call it America's pastime."

"What's a strike then?" she asked, leaning slightly closer to hear over the crowd noise.

THE PROXIMITY. HANDLE THE PROXIMITY.

"When you say something stupid and your partner gives you that look," he replied automatically, pantomiming a withering glare.

Y/N laughed again, and Seokmin felt like he'd just hit a home run.

The first few innings passed with Seokmin gradually relaxing, falling into an easy rhythm of explanation and banter. He was just starting to feel confident when the stadium's giant screen suddenly displayed a heart-shaped frame with "KISS CAM" blaring across the top.

And there they were, in high-definition glory.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god.

Y/N looked equally startled, her eyes wide as the crowd began to cheer.

"We don't have to—" Seokmin started to say, but the noise was too loud. His brain short-circuited completely, all systems failing simultaneously.

In a moment of pure panic, he yanked off his own baseball cap and placed it over his face, then leaned toward her with his face completely covered.

The crowd roared with laughter. When he peeked out from behind the cap, Y/N was doubled over, shoulders shaking with mirth.

"That," she gasped between laughs, "was the smoothest avoidance maneuver I've ever seen."

"I panicked," he admitted, ears burning hot enough to power a small city.

"It was perfect," she assured him, placing a hand briefly on his arm.

PHYSICAL CONTACT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REMAIN CALM.

His phone buzzed. Thirty new messages, all variations of keyboard smashing from the members who were undoubtedly watching the live game broadcast.

---

By the seventh-inning stretch, Seokmin had:

1. Explained the entire history of Korean baseball

2. Told three embarrassing stories about himself unprompted

3. Memorized the exact sound of Y/N's laugh

4. Developed seven new heart palpitations

5. Caught himself staring no fewer than twelve times

6. Not spilled anything else (A MIRACLE)

During the crowd wave, their hands accidentally brushed, and Seokmin felt it like an electric shock. When Y/N didn't pull away immediately, he wondered if she felt it too.

Don't read into it. It's for the cameras. It's for the show. It doesn't mean anything.

But when the home team hit a home run and everyone jumped to their feet cheering, Y/N impulsively hugged him in celebration, and for just a moment, with her arms around him and the roar of the crowd surrounding them, Seokmin forgot about the cameras completely.

---

As they walked out of the stadium after the game, Y/N still wearing the cap he'd given her, Seokmin gathered his courage.

"Did you have fun? Even though we lost?"

"Are you kidding? It was the most fun I've had in ages," she said, and he desperately wanted to believe it wasn't just for the show.

"So, for our next... episode," he began carefully, "would you be up for something I plan? Since Hoshi picked this one."

"I'd like that," she said, smiling that smile again. "Surprise me."

The production director called a wrap for the day, and the cameras finally turned off. There was a moment of awkward silence as reality reasserted itself.

"Can I walk you to your car?" Seokmin offered.

"Sure," Y/N said, falling into step beside him.

As they walked, Seokmin quietly slipped the game ticket stub into his pocket. A souvenir of something that wasn't real, but felt like it could be.

Later that night, after enduring an hour of teasing from the members about his kiss cam panic, he received a text:

Y/N: Thanks for today. I actually had a great time. You're a good teacher. :)

Seokmin smiled at his phone like an idiot for a full minute before replying:

Seokmin: Anytime. Looking forward to our next "date." Sleep well, fake wife.

As he set his phone down, he tried not to think about how much he was looking forward to episode two. Or how the word "fake" was already starting to feel like a lie.

[heedmywarnings]

"Freminet, please don't talk to strangers..."

A/N: First sagau fic in uhh... a long time. A very long time. I hope the quality of my work improved as I've been focusing on persinal projects thus far. Anyways, here's platonic self-aware Freminet, Lyney, and Lynette (This might be a series)

~♤~♤~♤~

Waking up in the waters of Fontaine was NOT fun at all. But you know what was fun? Being saved by Freminet and accidentally becoming somewhat of a parental figure

"Your grace... surely your time can be spent over something—or someone else more important?" Freminet murmured as he twiddled with his thumbs. "What business? Surely I have no task that rivals the importance of.... combing your hair," you said, giggling to yourself as you comb through the boy's hair for the umpteenth time. "Shame your hair's too short for me to braid, I'd love to style it," you huffed, playing with each blonde strand. Freminet was much too easy to tease. A timid boy like him ought to do better with more praise. Seriously, Arlecchino could do much more by complimenting her children once a day!

"Your grace..." Freminet whined but inevitably accepted his fate as he hugged Pers. This didn't last long as a voice called out for the young boy. "Freminet! Freminet?" And another voice followed. "Fremmy?" The boy in question froze up after hearing his name but eased down as he recognized who was calling out for him.

"It's my siblings..." he muttered to you. "Mm, Lyney and Lynette, yes?" You hummed. "What an iconic pair," you remarked with a chuckle, but that made Freminet's shoulder tense for a moment. You made no comment on it, seeing how he might be uncomfortable he is with the situation and given the little amount of time you both had. Maybe next time. "Off you go now, Frem," you waved him goodbye as he dashed off to his siblings.

---

"Freminet!" Lyney called out as he spotted his brother approaching. "Goodness, where have you been running off to lately?" He berated, sounding like a less strict version of the Knave while Lynette dusted off Freminet's head, back, and shoulders. "Uhm...?" Both brothers stared at Lynette. "Lynette, what are you doing?" Lyney asked, almost forgetting that he was scolding Freminet. "I'm making sure that there aren't any ghosts following him like last time," she replied curtly.

"That—! That was only one time..." Freminet tried to reason. "But it couldn't be the last time," Lyney crossed his arms. "I'm capable of looking out for myself, too you know..." he said, desperately wanting his mask on—wait did he leave his mask back there?! Lynette sighed. "We know that, but—"

"Freminet?"

All three looked towards the source of the voice. Freminet visibly tensed up, to which both twins notice. "Oh, is this... a bad time?" You awkwardly scratch your head, holding Freminet's diving mask.

Suddenly the twins felt a pull from their soul. A pull towards you. A pull they felt when the creator bestowed their blessings upon them. In usual synchronization, the twins yell out in surprise:

"YOUR GRACE?!"

---

A/N 2: Woah they make xmas colors :0

Anyways, this is mostly a Freminet appreciation post. I love him so much, I swear. He's just like me ughh

[oacest]

Hello. I'm pretty new in the Oasis lore stuff. Gallagher lore actually.

I wanted to know if you can explain or redirect me to some sources on the feud they have with Robbie. They looked like getting along in the early days, specially Liam. So, how did this beef actually started and continued to this day?

(Thanks a lot and sorry if maybe this is actually knowledge or repeating question ♡)

hey sorry, this one got lost in the depths of the inbox for a few days.

the long and short of it is that take that (the boy band robbie was in) + oasis were hot on the music scene at more or less the same time, until robbie got kicked out of take that and wandered around in a drug addled daze for a while. he and liam became friends in a manner of speaking, aka got absolutely hammered together and hung all over each other in public, particularly at glastonbury in 1995. (inexplicably enough, robbie was also slumped nearby looking sullen and unsober when noel debuted wonderwall for the first time backstage at glasto.)

including at one point the pair of them drunkenly dancing around onstage during an oasis gig. robbie was also at the charity football match infamous for liam's egregious flirting with damon albarn. everyone likes to forget liam was crawling all over robbie at the time too lmao. obviously all of this revolted and enraged noel on a number of levels. it seems, from context clues, that he did one of his fun older sibling psychological tricks on liam to make him understand that hanging out with robbie was Cringe Actually (and he was right tbh, more on that in a moment).

But the romance didn't last long, souring when big brother Noel put an end to their antics. Like a jealous child who wanted his toy back, Noel declared that Williams was a just a "fat dancer from Take That" – from which point Liam, it appeared, was not allowed to come out to play. (x)

thereafter, liam and noel were sensationally mean about robbie at p much every opportunity. at the brit awards in 2000 robbie publicly challenged liam to a fight (while liam was out of the country, it should be noted). he also said, um, this:

&

to which liam responded, with characteristic grace, by calling robbie a queer at the q awards.

And, speaking to the Daily Star afterwards, Liam explained: "The Q stands for queer - because that's what he is. I reckon he's been told to leave the building by his people 'cos I'm gonna knock him out." Referring to an Access All Areas article in July - when Robbie jokingly said he wanted sexual relations with Liam - he added: "The guy says he's going to give me brown love. I don't take brown love from anyone. He deserved the Q Awards for queer." (x)

furthermore, robbie used to date nicole appleton before she married liam. bc britain just loves to be incestuous. <3

the general shittalking continued over the years:

"Ultimately, I’m a huge fan of Oasis and [always] was. I was there and I was part of it, and it was f***ing unbelievable: incredible hedonism, reckless abandon and rock’n’roll. [...] And also they were gigantic bullies too, to the whole industry, everybody in it – and I didn’t like that." (x)

to which liam replied "i've never bullied anyone in my life" lol (x)

--

Soon, when Oasis made history by selling out two nights at Knebworth Park in 1996, Robbie got his revenge by selling out the stadium three nights in a row. Robbie also allegedly sent Noel a pair of tap dancing shoes with a message reading: “Dear Mr N Gallagher, you said two nights at Knebworth is history. Well, I guess three is just greedy. Yours, Rob. “PS: Finding it difficult to find adequate support for my show. What are you doing on the 1st and 2nd? Oh, and the 3rd?” (x)

--

"We didn't make songs to please people, [Beady Eye] was our project. Robbie Williams said that the songs are good, but it would be better if they had a chorus. I would sooner kill myself by shooting my balls with a revolver than follow his advice." (x)

there have been a lot more little nasty jabs and incidents over the years (although apparently last week robbie made an effort to say some nice things about them re the reunion), but that's the gist of it.

as for our opinions on noel probably being correct to split liam and robbie up in the 90s, his unnecessarily cruel methods notwithstanding, if you haven't watched robbie's recent biopic, better man, aka the ape monkey movie, well. lmao. lmfao. lol even. i recommend doing so, just once. never has a human being so unwittingly(???) put themselves on such heinous blast for no fucking reason. i would not have let my little brother play with this guy in 1995 either.

[two-sides-halved]

"Yea... that's completely fair. No one well adjusted would be ever ready to see a version of themselves be impaled on a weapon similar to the one in their own hands." Gem Steven cleared his throat.

"I know it wasn't the best kind of thing that would happen at sword training but I know from experience that everything can always get worse so I'd consider this situation pretty good in comparison." His voice a bit uneasy as if he wasn't sure how to comfort the other. He scratched the back of his neck, unsure of how to continue until she asked about Classic Steven.

"Oh... ahh... yea... he's fine... just sorta passed out... not a big deal really... I mean yea with everything going on it makes sense how his superhuman empathy picked up on all the stress filled energy my brother was trying to stuff down while trying to focus on sword training with you.... and all that rush of stress, anxiety, survivors guilt probably didn't help... it was no doubt probably on par or worse with how the Cluster had felt for him... but Steven'll be fine with some rest now that everyone's fine... ish." He paused. "I'd offer to make food but I know not everyone's up for stuffing their face after having a bad time... so I am just a bit lost on what to say next." He chuckled a bit, turning to check on his brother hearing the fact that their soft little noises had stopped.

Human Steven was dusting himself off, and helping Connie get up from the ground, gently gracing her fingers over the area where she had impaled herself on his sword, seeing the blood soaked on the end of his blade. He shuddered but shook his head turning to look at the others. Human Steven walked over toward them. "Hey, I'm sorry for what happened during today's training session... I guess I'm a little out of practice." He chuckled weakly. "... I should have told Pearl that I couldn't handle it, I should have let Gem Steven handle it... I should have done a lot of stuff but I stressed myself out over getting this just right so this wouldn't happen." He replied. "Only for it to all just sort of happen all at once like a car crash no one could look away from.... I thought maybe it was a long enough time since that incident and now that maybe I could have handled it and I shouldn't have just thrown my feelings on the backburner knowing how intense those emotions were...."

"Connie, I don't know how much of my panic attack was real or how much of it was in my head, but I want you to clearly understand that none of this was your fault even if seeing you with a sword made me a little uncomfortable... I can hardly handle my girlfriend picking up a butter knife these days and that is entirely not on you, and I'm sorry if I made you feel like any of this was your fault in any way... and I'd completely understand if you were upset I ruined your training."

Classic Steven was still out cold on the bleachers, not even the sounds of peoples quiet voices were coaxing him out of his empathic induced naptime.

Classic noticed all the shaking Human Steven was doing, and glanced back toward Gem Steven and Pink Connie seeing their concern painted on their faces. Something was indeed wrong, he could recognize it just as Connie herself could.

However, Classic Steven was confused as to why he was having what seemed like stage fright. He tugged at Gem Steven’s shoulder to get his attention and whisper in his ear that he thought something was up with Human Steven. “Gem, Steven’s sweating up a storm over there… I know that you mentioned you had bad stage fright, but I thought he was ok with us watching him train.”

Gem Steven looked over wanting to sooth Classic Steven’s worries playing it off as first time jitters, but he could feel the guilt and panic from his brother creeping up his own back. And if he could feel it with his connection to his brother and the knowledge of what they went through he couldn’t deny it was only moments before his brother would need an out. He didn’t say a word to confirm or deny Classic’s worries and just whispered back. “Let me worry about him, buddy, and things’ll be ok, just trust me on that.”

Classic Steven nodded a bit and sat back down watching his other older brother look miserable as he stands there like a statue. He held himself a bit feeling how this uncomfortable aura was building.

“Connie’s expecting you to make the first move, and here you are frozen in fear like she’s some monster or corrupted gem like when you were a kid.” Human Steven took a few shaky breaths, the air felt too thin that he couldn’t get enough of it, but felt so heavy like it was like a thick molasses preventing his forward movement. Human Steven didn’t hear the other address him as his thoughts were so focused on not messing this up that his internal monologue was so much louder. His fingers were starting to be indented by the strength of his pressing in on the swords grip.

Human Steven’s frustration grew with himself further, upset with himself for freezing up. “Come on, Steven. This is a one time thing… But… just because you’re a little uncomfortable doesn’t mean that Connie doesn’t deserve your best…”

Human Steven mentally yelled at himself. “You choose to be a music tutor so how is training her in the art of music any different from the art of sword fighting?!” Even with his eyes shut, he could still see the butterfly fluttering in his mind, before more added causing a swarm to swirl around him. His eyes opening to see that the scenery had changed. He recognized the cracked landscape, the errie green skies up above him. His irises visibly shaking, his pupils contracted as his eyes land on where the younger Connie was standing in her fighting stance now replaced with his own Connie, dead on the ground.

Human Steven’s vision settling on his Connie’s corpse in front of him. He muttered, deathly quiet. “No no no…” As he backed up, both his hands on his sword tightening in the grip tighter than before. He backed up further, seeing the consequences of his actions playing out as if it were happening in real time. He couldn’t breath other than in choked sobs as his eyes flooded with tears. “No no no, please, not again…” his voice a little louder this time, but still soft, nearly inaudible.

Pink Connie and Gem Steven looked at each other. Now was the time to intervene, however as Gem Steven took a moment to stand up, his eyes fixated on the scene his brother was going through, and he couldn’t move. Tears bead at both brother’s eyes, Human Steven’s falling off his cheeks as he muttered the words, no, and I’m sorry over and over as he was backing up unaware that he was getting closer and closer to the edge, while Gem Steven’s tears boiled on his cheeks near instantly causing them to turn into steam. Classic Steven couldn’t see the visual disturbances that the others were seeing but he started to feel physically ill from the stress. It reminded him of how he was feeling during the cluster. But the Cluster wasn’t around and that problem was already solved, and the only thing he knew his brother wasn’t feeling good, but why did it feel this bad over stage fright? He didn’t understand what was going on, and he couldn’t stand up on his own from the pains caused from his own empathy powers being intensified by what felt like guilt and panic.

Pink Connie made no hesitation to leave the stands and rush to Human Steven before he nearly fell off the edge of the arena. Human Steven’s foot almost falling off the side of the arena they stood in, and as he felt the ground give way. Pink Connie pulled him in close by his wrists stabbing the blade into herself for the extra leverage, not an ounce of care given toward herself or the mild pain in comparison to how she could see the Steven’s reacting to everything as it happened in real time. She slammed Human Steven’s body back into the arena enough to slide the blade out of herself. Her body barely bleed but the blood was more evident on his blade. She took the blade out of his weakened grip and slid it out of his view so he could focus on her face.

Gem Steven’s eyes fixated on Steven in his state of shock seeing Pink Connie impale herself, gasping loudly, before he looked over at Classic Steven seeing he had passed out from the peak of stress and anxiety, glad that he didn’t have to witness that but then saw Connie standing there unsure if she opened her eyes just now or if she had seen all of it, but regardless, I think it’d be safe to say that training should probably be concluded even if not much training got done other than someone’s mental fortitude.

Human Steven was holding his eyes shut, shaking his head, trying to deny what he was seeing a moment before feeling another pair of hands suddenly on his face, face peeling his hands away, as she held his cheeks. “Steven, its ok… I’m here.”

Human Steven sobbed and held her close burring his face into her chest. “I’m sorry… I thought I could handle it… I’m so sorry….” “Shhhh its ok, just let it out… I was due for a shower anyway.” She joked lightly petting through his curly locks. Human Steven laughed a bit through his soft crying.

Gem Steven gently looked over at the two of them, rolling his eyes as they managed to make it all cutesy even with Pink Connie’s open wound, though it was healing as if nothing happened. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water, handing on of them to the young Connie. “Are you ok?” He asked,, standing in front of her. “I know that was a lot to handle, even for someone who reads epic novels, it’s not the same as seeing that stuff in real life…. trust me as a horror movie fan, I know how that stuff can be.”

[tess-from-neverland]

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

While playling a game where someone akss you question, but you can't say yes or no, I was asked if I drool or talk in my sleep, and instead of replying I turned towards him to ask him if I did.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

At almost every route's emotional low point, I have a song come to mind that matches my emotions/the situation. I wonder what song it'll be for Alfons's route

Two potential options are "All 2 U" from Helluva Boss if the MC hasn't figured out his motivation yet. Or "sry ily" by Elliot Lee

[soulstagger]

"I like that." Jeanne did little to stop or help Yuuna find some ease to the burning sensation inside of her. Sure she might have stripped that bunny suit open, but there's no urgency in giving Yuuna what she wants.

The cute bunny knows their body well enough to play with it on their own, especially as Jeanne hums on how best to use this bunny going forward. "Like a school girl's first crush. But you are right, it is right now. Your soul that belongs to me, your essence, your every fiber. But in the sense of mind, in the heart. You get to linger awhile."

"My little bunny, it's because your heart's rotten, that I think it'll be fascinating to watch you feel for me more and more. And not just for that physical need.. not for sex. I'm excited to see your face when you cling to my body, just because you want my attention like a love struck college girl."

Jeanne joined one of Yuuna's hands, the taller woman graced with such long adept fingers would treat the eager rabbit with a few gentle touches. A little prep before so gingerly sliding that long index in first, bending upwards to rub inside. Her thumb passing her entrance as Jeanne whispered.

"You call yourself a pet, dressed like a rabbit, almost like you're always in heat. Ah, so let's try it?"

Her other hand left Yuuna's thighs, coming up to her breast before slowly resting against their body. Unlike before where ample pressure was suddenly applied to hold Yuuna in place, this was different. Before her very eyes Yuuna would watch as Jeanne's hand sank into her body.

It didn't break skin, it didn't cut or crunch, it passed into Yuuna's body effortlessly. The feeling for Yuuna however, would be uncomfortable, like something was moving her insides around without actually doing so, her body would freeze up as if all control had been robbed from it.

She'd have to watch as Jeanne's hand slipped further in, the feeling of fingers moving near her lungs and the compressive feeling a giant holding their enter body followed. It was like Jeanne was grabbing 'Yuuna' the person, the concept, all at once.

Of course such mean feelings wouldn't come without reward, she'd still get to feel the other hand's fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy as Jeanne tinkered away.

"You know, Red Smile Beaulieu is a name they give me. The Red Witch, but at my core. I am... a soul witch. It's my specialty, with my hand inside you we can do whatever we want. Change proportions, make you older, younger. Add a pound or take it, just as I can do to myself... just as I'll show you soon but.."

Yuuna would feel a pressure against her back, and Jeanne's lips on her ear... but how? Jeanne was so much taller, Yuuna's ears were nestled against her breasts on each side.

Yet that little bite would persist, the dancing of fingers inside Yuuna ceased and slowly, without damage her hand exited Yuuna's body. Returning her freedom to move back to her.

"There... now you're much better suited to be my 'pet' right? My cute little rabbit." She traced her hand around Yuuna's side, down her back between them. And with a little squeeze, gave Yuuna a nice surprise, curious to see how she'll react to suddenly have a real bunny tail, and real bunny ears that Jeanne was so happily nibbling on.

When she was so suddenly tugged and moved around to be sitting on Jeanne's lap again, a gasp escaped Yuuna's lips, followed by a soft groan as she could feel herself shivering again, specially when feeling herself rest against the bigger woman like that.

By mere reflex and habit she even spread her legs slightly, letting her head tilt so her lips could meet with the blonde's hand, tasting that blood still while the caressing against her thigh made her tremble a bit.

She hated how her mind was split between panicking about the situation for what it entailed, what it meant to her, how her life could change, but at the same time, her libido was cursed to scream for her, to make her burn of wanting to drown into the touch of this woman.

Still frowning softly, she let her lips part so she could lick and suck on the offered finger, looking elsewhere by the corner of her eyes as she did so, and still frowning before her teeth would clamp a little against the witch's finger. Nothing harsh, however, until the bunny girl let it go, now clean.

"For fuck's sake…you make it sound like I'm gonna be obsessed with you like if I was a student going after her first crush-" Great. Another addiction- another obsession to keep her awake. Partially it wasn't anything new, in a sense, but she despised that this obsession would resolve around one person rather than around herself. This cut her possibilities when it came to calm that thirst, even if Jeanne said she could eventually grow used to it.

…no, she wasn't going to grow used to this. It would be torture.

"…you're a bitch. But I'm sure ya know that already." Bold, but she bit her tongue when she could feel that hand caress her inner thigh further, sensitive and making her swallow a sound of pleasure. To someone else, being this wet down there would've been shameful, but it was Yuuna. Shame abandoned her years ago. "But you're mistaken. It's not my heart that is yours, it's my soul." She made a pause, before trying to arch her head backwards to rest it between Jeanne's breasts, to look up at her from there.

"My heart has been rotten for too long. Doubt there's something left-…h-hmn…" She can feel the fabric tearing so easily under that magic touch, exposing her wet crotch and so close to be touched, that her chest goes up and down from the accelerated breathing; blue hues looking to the side, away from her.

"I-I don't even care about everyone else…just…holy shit, just make sure you come fuck me, yeah?…that you will do that now too, yeah?…" Perhaps in an attempt to rebel against Jeanne a little, the bunny girl moved one of her own hands to her crotch now that it was uncovered, with a pair of fingers to moan softly.

"H-Hmph…and I'm sure it means nothing…but if you don't take good care of your pet, I will kill myself so ya don't have me farming those other people for ya. The other bunny girls pale in comparison to me...most aren't even addicted as I am."

[gu6chan]

was yapping to my sister about that annoying person that thinks they're god and knows true labour for gifting everyone a machine-translated copy of DOD1 Side-Story and spent sLeEpLeSs NiGhTs making it look less rough (they straight-up do not even know japanese) because it "hadn't been translated in 22 years and probably never will" (I deadass told them I had the plan laid out to TL it as soon as I finished with all the OTHER shit i was busy translating) and i jokingly sent this with "what it feels like to be a fan-translator in the drakengard fanbase" and it was meant as a little "lol" type thing but ngl this might accidentally be the most spot-on thing i've seen in a while

[upgrxded]

callum & rayla

placing the bread roll into the cart the man grinned. he'd planned a delicious meal of pasta and this bread roll would add to the meal. home made garlic bread - his head was swimming with the idea of dipping the bread into the creamy sauce. he was completely in a world of his own when his cart hit the others, a soft oft falling from his lips. "shit i'm sorry." callum admitted, pushing the hair back off of his face. "let's just say i was in a world of my own."

@sunshiinefades

[asinglesock]

I realized I was baking and knitting and crocheting to cope and suddenly wasn't able to do any of it anymore

[zukkaoru]

forming one-sided beef with my sister's english teacher

[takenene]

guess who got a ✨bad grade✨ at socializing today

[privatelife]

i really am so sick of being alone i am funny and smart and interesting and pretty, and i deserve to be thought of and admired, treated with care. it's a shame nobody has discovered this yet. when eartha kitt said i fall in love with myself, and i want somebody to share it with...

[shadowmerer]

replaying da2 and brought aveline to night terrors for the first time and. WHAT was that reaction.

told my mage hawke to her face (on a friendship path. after she wasn’t even mad about the whole betrayal thing bc she’s still in her people-pleaser attitude at this point) that she was less opposed to the gallows bc she, personally, could not resist a demon and implied she didn’t think of mages as people?

and then when hawke asked if she should be locked up the answer was ‘i don’t know’? i can only imagine after hearing that she went and collected anders & merrill to go on some super important business that she desperately needed their help with a good ways outside of kirkwall and fell off the map for a few days at least because she’s an apostate from a family of apostates and that sort of sentence set off every ‘pack up and run‘ instinct she had.

[warriorprincesstramp]

actually almost started crying on a walk to my tears ricochet thinking about my friends from my little books. they can go anywhere they want just not home 😐

[redglittercoffin]

it's killing me to see you go / come on don't leave me like this / some day when you leave me / if you walk away i'd beg you on my knees to stay / help me hold on to you / i'm so terrified of if you ever walk away / i didn't have it in myself to go with grace / one day i'll watch as you're leaving and life will lose all its meaning