#I know everyone miss this ghostly gal but she is now back!

[vomitingstars]

It's a Sleepover Baby! Pt. 1

FunShine Jill x Fem!Reader

Summary: FunShine Jill and y/n have an epic girls night adventure. Typical girl stuff like decorating cupcakes and practicing kissing?

Contains: manipulation, sneaky shit, Jill is a sneaky perv, this is just the intro the real shit begins in part 2

"Come on, Sunspot! It's Saturday. We can't spend all day in bed wasting away." Jill gently attempts to shake your groggy body awake. Whines of exhaustion escaped your lips.

"Jill, please. I'm 'eepy..." Your buff bestie lifted your limp body out of bed and slung you over her shoulder, then carried you off to the bathroom to help you freshen up. You felt a little jealous of her. She always looked so well put together. Constantly energized. Hair perfect. That sweet scent. Maybe that's one of the perks of being dead?

"Yeah yeah. You can rest later tonight. Just relax and let me take care of you~" Jill wets your toothbrush and applies a splat of toothpaste with a little giggle. He well manicure hand gently pries your mouth open. Thrusting the toothbrush in your gaping maw without hesitation. You could've sworn there was something a bit off with her smile. Your brows knit together in a moment of protest but she's quick to notice in the mirror. Distracting you with chit chat about your plans tonight.

"We'll decorate cupcakes, sing karaoke, paint each other's nails, tell spooky ghost stories! Oh, I'm so excited!" Lost in her excitement, Jill thrusted the toothbrush a little too far back towards your throat, causing you to gag. She apologized for accidentally causing you to choke.

You glared at her. Could've sword there was just the tiniest smirk on her face for a split second. Well, it wasn't much of a glare. It was more of an annoyed pout. "I'm not letting you brush my teeth anymore. You like it too much."

Jill whines about you being unfair and just wanting to make your life easier. Your brain isn't fully awake right now though. You're only half aware of the fact that she's done washing your face and carrying you off to the kitchen table for breakfast. She's prepared a fruit salad and blueberry muffins. It's tasty and really shakes off that tired, low energy feeling.

You ghostly gal pal carries you off princess style to the bathroom once more and strips off your pajamas. "You always seem to forget I have legs." You comment while shaking your head with a laugh. It's not a real complaint. If anything, you love being held. Jill makes you feel small, but in a good way. At least most times that is. She preps a bath for the two of you. The bath is mostly Jill chatting your ear off about her adventures in Cloudy Town as she scrubs your body thoroughly. She really doesn't miss a single spot. You would feel embarrassed if you hadn't grown accustomed to Jill's touchy feeling treatment.

You used to cover your body and ask for privacy. For her to leave the room or at least turn around when you change clothes. Of course, Jill managed to help you see, it really isn't a big deal. "Come on, Sunshine, we're both gals. It's nothing I haven't seen before! We're both girls so it's okay right?" You guess it makes sense. It's the same thing as changing in the locker room. Right? So why did this feel different? More...intimate?

The day passes by quickly as the two of you finished up the prep work for your sleepover. You went over your mental slumber party checklist. Sparkly pink drinks, a large pizza with your favorite toppings, and a slasher film playing on tv. The kitty kitchen timer rang loudly, letting everyone know the tray of cupcakes you had baked were ready to come out of the oven.

Jill pulls them out, lickety-split. Admiring the scent as they sat out of the oven to cool. Jill seemed really fond of the 80s slasher film you had put on. She sat you down in her lap and randomly started braiding your hair and chatting your ear off. She knows you're tender-headed and makes you squirm a little. She stifles a little chuckle when you do, and playfully scolds you for moving too much.

"Keep still, Sunspot or I'll have to start over." She wouldn't dare. Oh wait. She would. And she did. You're pretty sure she just wanted an excuse to hold you close. Jill really is an affectionate one. And you're pleasantly surprised when she holds a rose gold mirror up to your face so you can see the fruits of her labor.

"Jill, this is amazing!" You praised. Absolutely enamored with your reflection. Jill's praises were lost in a wave of bliss as you felt a cool sensation running along your scalp. She's taking a well-manicured finger with a bit of hair grease and just massaging your troubles away. It's a nostalgic feeling, really. Everything feels nice and calm, and the final girl succeeded in her endeavors.

"Ready for cupcakes?" Jill doesn't wait for your answer, already lifting you up and towards the kitchen for the next phase of the sleepover. Cupcake decoration.

[lilbluebastard]

Lil lady

Sooo I’m bored and I thought I’d share how this lil lady became a ghostly gal

(She was born in the 1800s and died at the age 18)

She was getting married to her loving fiancé Markus , she was head over heels in love with him! He was sweet and so so romantic but after there wedding he brought up the idea of having a family, still young and innocent, she got excited being 18 and really wanting a family of her own,

As her husband led her to there newly shared room to start there family, still being completely new to this topic, Savannah was time to turn around and cover her eyes, only for a sharp pain to her her in the back of the head, causing her to fall unconscious, her husband standing over her…….

As the days went on, Savannah had been reported missing, her husband and family all mourning her missing, devastated and feeling nothing but sorrow , only to the doors to the mansion to swing open, father Jacob’s, holding the blood bloody of Savannah her bloody gashes stuffed with flower petals as an attempt to stop the smell of decay and keep her hidden, the room was filled with screams of horror and distress, father jacobs rushed savannah to the doctors

Everyone followed after crying and absolutely heartbroken especially her mother Veronica, sobbing and hugging her baby, her only child now dead and gone, her brown hair was so cold and frozen it looked white, her skin was pale and cold to the touch her beautiful chocolate brown eyes were glossy and cold but the things that shocked them, was that they found her diary stuffed inside her stomach……

Stained with her blood and covered in those blue flower petals , they were confused as to why it was in her stomach!? What freak would do this to her, they ripped her beautiful wedding dress, cut up her legs her face and her chest, the cut open her stomach and slit her throat, her fingers were bruised and bloody, showing that she had struggled, father Jacob could do nothing but pray, just when her life started it tragically ended.

Father jacobs prayed for god to give her another chance, sobbing as he prayed with her mother, giving her one more chance,

“Please! Please!” Veronica bagged sniffling and choking on her sobs “please give my baby one more chance, I know life is a gift we get once but please! She’s so young and pure, truly it’s not her time please!” Sobbing into father Jacob’s arms

Markus just held his brides hands before leaving his face cold and full of rage…….

Later that day, they had her funeral……Markus left “heartbroken”……

Father Jacob placed the diary on her desk, which was scattered with sketches of her family, her and father jacobs and paints and pencils, and a picture of her and her mother…

(Sorry if this is boring to read, I tried lol, I’m not really the best at writing stuff 😅)

[astral-dragons]

he he he it's allll comin' together >:)

So I started this last session by asking Sylviel's player to roll a perception check for me, no further explanation. Tell me they got a 22 so I PM them and tell them they find something else inside the invitation envelope from Strahd: a very familiar lock of hair...

A short tangent to summarize Sylviel's backstory, they used to be part of a rogue guild with this gal named Sabrina who they had a lil bit of a thing with. Some stuff happened though, and Sabrina, not wanting to see Sylviel get themself killed (funny looking back), leaves them. The two haven't seen each other since.

Sylviel decides not to tell the party about the hair, having not even told them about their past with the rogue guild. Everybody heads back to the winery and Davian agrees to finally explain what's going on. He takes them down to a secret bunker inside the winery's cellar and welcomes them to the Keepers of the Feather's headquarters.

The headquarters is covered in maps, and writings on the order's history and dealings. Davian gives them a brief overview of the order's history, their founding under his great great aunt, Jennica Martikov (one of Tatyana's reincarnations, but the party doesn't know that yet 👀) followed by her sudden disappearance one night.

With night encroaching, he leaves the party to get some rest. Having their first bit of downtime since the Abbey, Ireena decides to take a look at a few of the journals lying around, Victor wants to study "Susan" a bit closer to see if he can determine the source of its magic, and Ismark is pacing, being paranoid as has become the norm with him. Fenro tells him to calm down, and he decides to leave the bunker for a bit, to "go for a walk."

Meanwhile, Sylviel mentions that they're beginning to feel a bit hungry. Victor helpfully chimes in that vampires can usually go about a week without blood before the consequences become severe. Second time he's proven to be suspiciously knowledgeable about vampires, but nobody questions it for the moment.

With Ismark having been gone for a bit at this point, Sylviel offers to go find him. They find him a little ways off the main path to the winery, giving him a bit of a spook as they approach. After some back and forth, Sylviel calls Ismark out for being jealous of Izek. They have a long talk about how he needs to give Ireena space to do things and trust she'll be alright. After a while, the two head back, but not before Ismark lingers for just a moment longer in the woods...

Back at the bunker, Fenro is helping Victor by attempting to attune to "Susan." Fenro's successful, and immediately picks up on several emotions being emitted by the sword; sadness, betrayal, uncertainty, then picking up on Fenro's presence, a cautious curiosity. Fenro, not needing another sword, hands it off to Ireena. She expresses that she feels an odd familiarity to the blade.

Around this point Ismark and Sylviel return, and Fenro decides to test a theory. First he has Ismark take Susan, who seems to feel no familiarity to it, then to Izek who feels the same. Fenro tells the others that he thinks that Susan may be connected to why Ireena and Izek are missing parts of their memories, or to Ireena.

It's only now that the others notice that Sylviel's been acting anxious since they returned from Yester Hill, and Fenro eventually pushes them into saying what they found. Sylviel pulls out the lock of hair to show to the party, but to everyone else it appears only to be a bundle of dead grass. Sylviel wants to take Strahd up on his invitation as soon as possible, to confirm of Sabrina is okay or not.

Above Sylviel's head appears the same iridescent paint they saw in the Abbey, "Not yet," it tells them. Sylviel is frustrated by this, and for the first time the being leaving these notes for the party appears; the ghostly figure of a young boy, sticking his tongue out at Sylviel. The party asks for his name, and he writes, "Call me 'E'" he continues, "Lake, aboleth, help." Fenro remembers the strange creature he encountered in Lake Zarovich, and E confirms his suspicions by drawing a picture of the aboleth. Looks like the party has to go back to Vallaki once more. E parts with two final words, "Save Ez," and then he's gone.

The party heads to bed for the night, waiting until the morning to decide what to do. During the night however, Fenro has an odd dream: he awakes in the bunker to see that everyone else is asleep still, but someone is watching him. It seems the hallucinations of his late father have returned. Riardon taunts Fenro for a while, but eventually lets him return to his rest with a few parting words, "Say hello to Ludmilla for me," he requests.

After some debate, the party agrees it would be best of Victor and Izek stayed behind, in case they run into Lady Wachter again. Ireena wants to go with the party however. Apparently she found something interesting in those journals, and wants to see if she can find more in Vallaki. Ismark goes to stop her, but relents; it seems Sylviel's advice got through to him after all.

So Fenro, Sylviel, Dimitry, and Ireena all leave for Vallaki, arriving in the early evening.

I'm pretty excited for next session! I've always planned that the party was gonna have to return to Vallaki to deal with the aboleth at some point, but after fleshing out Victor's character a bit more, I think it's also time for them to meet Stella >:)

I've made a couple minor changes, some to make Victor a little more morally grey, and some to just make Stella a little less ableist (Cause cos has a HUGE problem with making mentally ill characters that aren't made to be spectacles of horror :')) But I'm excited to see how it's gonna go, and how the party's gonna react to this new info about Victor.

And then the party's gonna get to meet Ludmilla soon! I've decided that she's kinda working against Strahd in secret with the intention of taking over Barovia for herself. And with the help of an undead aboleth, she's gonna try to basically mind control the Barovians into becoming an army for her to use.

Only got one out of context quote for today, but it's a fun one:

"Who's writing these messages exactly?" "God." "The wall."

[chineseghostlygirl-archive]

[nooneactuallyasked]

Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 12

Requested: Nope

Word count: 2,661

Warnings: Not that I know of.

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: So writer's block on the last chapter/part of your story sucks a whole bunch but we finally did it! I finally finished this – we don’t need to talk about how many months it’s been, sh! THIS IS THE FINAL PART!!!

A few songs in this chapter – I’d recommend listening to them as you read:

Jump in the Line/ Dead Mom Reprise – Beetlejuice the Musical

Obvious – Dear Evan Hansen

ENJOY!

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Part 1 here   Part 2 here   Part 3 here   Part 4 here   Part 5 here   

Part 6 here   Part 6.5 here   Part 7 here   Part 8 here   Part 9 here   

Part 10 here   Part 11 here

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After a few hours of frantically drawing and writing up the final setlist, plans, room arrangements and digging through Cal’s office to find the list of reserved tables, Y/N was finally ready to call her job done. And now to jump right back into ghostly matters, which started with finding Julie and Willie and hoping they had some sort of plan figured out.

“Hey hey, look who’s finally back from the other side!” Flynn’s exclamation was met with winces from the boys and a wry smile from Y/N, “It sure was an adventure, Cal really should organise that office. How’s decorating going?” Flynn sighed in response, “It would be a lot better if some people actually helped out instead of talking to thin air.” She sent a mock glare to Julie who sent an eye roll straight back, “Kinda dealing with bigger and more important things right now, but sure I’ll blow up a balloon right after.”

“So, how has the whole possession thing been going? Any solid way to get Cal back?” Y/N asked, anxiety crawling up the sides of her stomach. Willie looked around at the group, all of whom were fidgeting and avoiding his gaze, sighing he turned back to her, “There is a way, but there’s no guarantee it will work.” Y/N nodded, gesturing for him to continue, “You have to establish a connection first then everything after that is up to Cal and his willpower. This situation is a little different to the one these guys got themselves into, and I’ve also never seen this before so this is the best I can come up with.”

She scrunched up her brow, how on earth did you make a connection with a possessed person? And so she asked exactly that, “Do something that means something to both of you; you’re in the music business, are there any songs that you two would sing together? Something like that. Apart from making the connection, there’s not much else you can do. I’m sorry.” Willie responded, Alex rubbed his arm comfortingly, “This isn’t your fault, it’s no one's fault but Calebs.” Y/N nodded in agreement, “Exactly, you’ve been so incredibly helpful, you all have,” She looked around the group, yes that includes Flynn, and smiled, “Thanks a bunch, you guys.” Her smile quickly transformed into a smug grin, “Luckily, I know exactly which song to use.”

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A few hours passed and Le Paradis du Chanteur was ready to go, all of the evening’s acts were either out front or preparing in the back. She had seen Julie and the guys a few times in her rushed panic to get a song ready and change the setlist last minute, everything was completely ready and fine, of course, but it didn’t stop Y/N from worrying.

All that was left was to let the guests in, find Cal and make sure the first act was ready (not in that order). She huffed as she hunted down the first act, she supposed they weren’t actually that bad – in fact she could tolerate their outfits somewhat and their music was good. The members were a little annoying but good at what they did so who was she to judge.

Their clothing was easy to spot – they do look like a pack of highlighters (as their nickname would suggest) so it took Y/N no longer than 3 minutes to find them and less than 5 to check in and see that they were practically ready to go on the spot.

Now to find Cal, a challenge she was ready to face head-on, probably. It took Y/N quite a bit longer to find him but, after asking around and getting her co-worker to point her in the right direction, she found him sitting in the kitchen, blank as ever. Y/N sighed and pulled him into the main area, hoping he would at least interact with the guests if they spoke to him.

She hoped that this evening wouldn’t turn into a disaster but who knew at this point – she walked to the entrance and put on her best smile, and went to let everyone in.

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 A couple of acts had already gone and she was up next on the newly improved setlist – here goes the performance of a lifetime.

Y/N breathed out, stepping towards the mic, “Hello, everyone! I hope you’re enjoying your evening so far, we have only a few acts left to go! Before we continue, I’d just like to sing a little something in honour of our amazing manager, Cal!” A series of applause and a few whistles followed her words, Y/N relaxed, if anything went wrong at least she could say she tried. “As I’m sure some of our regulars know, Cal has always been one to enjoy a good musical, you’d hope so with this line of work.” Another ripple of laughter and a few cheers, a grin spread across her face. “When I first joined this diner as a performer, I auditioned with the song I’m about to sing for you now, I like to think of it as our song. Not to mention the fact that for at least 2 weeks after I got the job I couldn’t stop singing it, I think every one of the staff here tonight, and those who aren’t, know the song word for word now, sorry about that. So, with no further ado, I give you my audition song.” Taking the mic out of its stand, Y/N stepped back, spotting Cal sitting in the back corner, face empty of anything, as the backing music started up.

 Shake, shake, shake, Senora

Shake your body line

Shake, shake, shake, Senora

Shake it all the time

 Y/N hopped off of the stage and skipped around tables, whenever she passed a staff member she dance with them for a second, before they would both move on, quickly forming a line.

 Work, work, work, Senora

Work your body line

Work, work, work, Senora

Work it all the time

 The line quickly made its way back to the stage, everyone now singing to each other and dancing together. Y/N closed her eyes and quickly prayed that this was working. She skipped around the line, pointing at different staff members to sing the solo lines.

 My girl's name is Senora

I tell you, friends, I adore her

And when she dances, oh brother

She’s a hurricane in all kinds of weather

 She laughed as she went back to her place in the line, smiling at her co-workers beside her.

 Jump in the line, rock your body in time

(Okay, I believe you)

Jump in the line, rock your body in time

(Okay, I believe you)

 The line jumped slightly to the left every time they sang that line and then danced with the people around them, some workers went to tables and started dancing and singing with the talent scouts or any families or regulars that had booked a place that evening.

 Shake, shake, shake, Senora

(Ahh)

Work, work, work, Senora

(Ahh- Woo!)

 Y/N grabbed Sam’s hand and led them to the middle of the floor as she sang, turning to face them, trying to contain her giggles, as they did a mock opera performance.

 Cal, I know you’re listenin'

Doesn’t this just blow your mind?

I was on a mission

This is what I left behind

 She made her way over to Cal, hoping to see something behind his eyes. Y/N pulled him up by his hand and danced him over to the line of performers at the front.

 I'll miss you every day

Seek a little strange and unusual

And you will find

 The line, still acting as her incredibly enthusiastic backing vocals, started spreading out, a few stayed on the stage while others jumped off to dance and sing with the guests. Sam came over to Y/N and Cal and brought into a weird little circle dance as Noelle and Casey cackled from a nearby table.

 Life beyond all comprehension

A mess in multiple dimensions

A little unconventional, I know

 Y/N’s eyes widened in worry as Cal groaned in pain in front of her. She waved Casey over who quickly grabbed him and sat him down on a nearby, empty chair.

 But, Cal, I am home

I'm home

I'm home

 As soon as she had finished singing, Y/N rushed over to Cal. “You okay?” He grunted in return, “Been better, but then again I could probably be a lot worse.” Her breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes tight and groaned again. His breathing quickened slightly before he let out a big breath and a purple light appeared on his neck. Y/N pulled his collar down to get a better look at it but as quickly as it came it faded away again. “You doing good, Callerina?” He rolled his eyes, “I will be when you stop with those nicknames…and when Sam stops dancing like that.”

She laughed, tears pricking at her eyes, as Cal snorted at Sam’s ridiculous dancing, they were completely embarrassing Noelle as they forced her to waltz around the room. “I thought they said they were a professional dancer when I hired them. Oh well.” He turned to face Y/N, the twinkle back in his eyes, “I thought my return would be more dramatic, I’ll be honest. But this is alright too.” Y/N rubbed at her eyes as she scoffed at him, “Of course, only you would say this wasn’t dramatic enough.” Cal shrugged, “Well when you reach old age, like me, you’ll learn that even bending down takes a lot of effort, might as well make it worth the trouble.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Cal, you’re 31. You’re not that old.” He sniffed in response, “I watched you grow into the ghostbuster that you’ve become, didn’t I? I think that’s old enough.” She scoffed, though a fond smile played on the edges of her lips, “Well, since you ruined our nice moment I might as well get back to orders and making sure all of our acts are okay.” Cal’s eyes widened at that, “I forgot, I’m so sorry you had to do that all alone, I’ll let you steal anything you want from the diner kitchen after this as a sorry and thank you gift.” She grinned, “As if I wasn’t gonna do that already.”

Y/N walked away, giggling to herself as she heard Cal squawk in indignation behind her. This was totally worth it, she had her family back and a new family as well.

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 It was now the end of the night, lots of people were ordering the last things to eat or drink or finishing up what they already had before they left. All performers were out on the floor, taking orders, entertaining young children or talking to talent scouts if they had the time. It was the noisiest it had been all evening, even with all the bands and music, performance and dancing that had occurred.

Julie awkwardly stood on stage, fiddling with the mic stand. “Excuse me? Hi. Um, so I know this is kinda weird and short notice but one of our band members has a message for a special someone so we hope you enjoy.” She steps back from the mic and moves over to the keyboard towards the front corner of the performance area, Reggie practically vibrated behind the mic whilst the other two musketeers glared at him to chill out before he caused the mic to screech.

The audience had quietened down and now sat in expectant silence, Y/N continued serving, though the short notice act did seem to capture most of her attention (albeit confused stares but her attention nonetheless). Reggie took a few deep breaths, readying himself to poof and basically confess his newfound feelings to a living girl who captured his undead heart, wanting what you can’t have really had been taken to that level, huh.

Julie’s fingers danced across the keyboard as Reggie poofed in and strummed along on the acoustic guitar Julie had pried from Luke’s cold, dead hands, he had wanted to keep the song simple, strip it down to its purest form, mirroring his feelings. That and the fact that he had done this last minute and dragged everyone around him into it, so showing off and using flashy techniques was something they just didn’t have the time to add in.

 When we know something is true

Beyond question or doubt

There's no particular point

In pointing it out

 Reggie strums his guitar, looking solely at either the guitar or the mic, trying to gather up his courage. He wrote this song for Y/N, why couldn’t he just look at her?

 Blue is the colour of sky

'Cause mothers all worry

And old people die

A phone rings, a bee stings

It's something you don't need to hear

It's just clear

 He looked back at Julie, finding her smiling at him encouragingly. He smiled back at her in return. He could do this!

 Why go stating the obvious?

It's so painfully obvious

How could you miss

Something that's this plain to see?

When it's glaring and staring

Right at you

So obviously

 He looked up to meet Y/N’s eyes, she had stopped moving around after handing out her last order, instead, she stood staring at him, completely awestruck. He almost chuckled, how could she stare at him like he hung the stars when she was brighter than the sun?

 When you get bored you draw stars

On the cuffs of your jeans

You still fill out the quizzes you find

In those teen magazines

And you dance like nobody's there

Awkward and perfect

You don't even care

Something courageous, amazing, contagious

And kind

All combined

 Y/N huffed out breathy laughs as she stared at him, the stupid, leather-covered, ghost boy. She knew she hadn’t fallen in love – she hadn’t fallen anywhere, she had walked into her feelings, completely aware and content. He made it easy, Y/N hoped she made it easy too.

 Why go stating the obvious?

It's so painfully obvious

How could you miss

Something that's this plain to see?

When it's glaring and staring

Right at you

So obviously

 Sam grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards the stage until she was right in front of it – right in front of him, “Have fun with your Romeo, don’t forget about us when you’re off on dates.” They cackled as they ran away, narrowly avoiding Y/N’s punches.

 Sometimes the words

We tend to withhold

But they're exactly the words

Someone needs to be told

But oh, thinking they know

We never say "I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you"

 Y/N smiled up at him as he beckoned her onto the stage. She never thought when she took up this part of the job that she’d end up meeting a bunch of ghosts and their human companion + friend, have her manager be possessed and garner feelings for the golden retriever incarnate.

 'Cause why go

Stating the obvious

It's so painfully obvious

How could you miss

Something that's this plain to see?

When it's glaring, and staring right at you

So obviously

 As the song quieted down, Julie shared looks with Alex and Luke pretended like he wasn’t tearing up at the sight of the pair on stage. Sam and Noelle smiled at each other and Casey rolled her eyes, she truly was surrounded by idiots that she had somehow adopted, not that she regretted it necessarily but she would never admit it.

“Hey, Y/N,” Reggie stepped away from the mic, “I’m not in love with you or anything, but I think I could be if you’d be okay with that?” The girl in question chuckled, “I think I could love you too, eventually. But how about we get to know each other for longer than a week first, sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Diner Gal.”

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[multifandom-world8]

SECRET OBSESSION-CHAPTER 5

We had a few more days in London before we fly to San Diego for the comic con.

Henry texted me that he wants to take me to breakfast and that whenever I’m ready he’s waiting at the lobby.

I put on a wintry outfit since and it was a bit chilly outside and left my room.

“Good morning love” Henry smiled when he saw me “good morning” I smile and kiss his cheek.

He took me to a restaurant called

‘Victory garden cafe’, it was style like an old Greek place, vintage.

“Good morning and welcome Mr.cavill and Ms.heard follow me”

The hostess said as she gestured us to follow her causing me to frown

“I’m a regular here” Henry shrugged

and I chuckled.

After we both ordered our food we shared some experiences from past movies we filmed.

That is until my dog sitter called

“Oh I've gif to take that one in sorry” I quickly apologized to Henry Henry before I picked up

“Lea, is everything alright?” I asked her

“She has stomach aches y/n what do I do?” Lea asked me in a panicked tone

“Okay give her the special dog food and rub her belly until it passes, she’s joining me soon tell her that she’ll calm down” I instructed her “okay I’ll keep you updated on her condition” Lea said before she hung up.

“You have a dog?” Henry asked me

“Yes, a Siberian husky, her name is Isabel but I call her Izzy all the time” I smile as I show him a picture of me and her that’s also my Lock Screen.

“She’s so beautiful, almost as big as my dog” Henry chuckled

“Yeah Kal is HUGE” I chuckled too

“He’s coming to San Diego too, maybe they’ll keep each other company” henry suggested

“Sounds good but can your dog sitter handle both of them? Because I won’t have mine” I chuckled

“Yeah that’s no problem” Henry shrugged.

We both enjoyed an amazing breakfast before we went to have a little tour. Henry was here before so he took me to all of the beautiful and time-worthy places.

Back at the hotel, I thanked him for the amazing tour and we had dinner together too before going to sleep.

The next few days we spent by interviewing local news and signing autographs before we finally headed to San Diego for the comic con.

I was beyond excited to fly to San Diego, not only because it’s my first time there, but also because it’s my first comic con.

When we landed at the airport I saw Lea with Isabel, my dog,

And immediately ran to her, not caring than I just abandoned Henry with my suitcase.

“Oh I missed you so much” I hugged Isabel tight While she licked my face “did she behave?”

I asked lea

“She was amazing as usual. But she got a stomach ache again on the way here so I stopped giving her her sweets for a while” Lea said as she handed me Isabel’s bag

“Thank you so much, Lea, enjoy your vacation” I hugged her and when we broke she ran to her gate to catch her flight.

“She’s so cute” Henry said once he catches up to us

“Omg hen I’m so sorry I abandoned you with my stuff” I apologize

“It’s alright I would’ve done the same for Kal” Henry chuckled

“Well then you’d have to kiss your suitcase goodbye because not all of us have crazy muscles as you do”

Isabel licked my face again before she ran and started jumping on Henry, trying to get to his face

“Traitor” I muttered and Henry chuckled “she’s so cute” he said as let go of the suitcases and bent down to pet her.

Seeing Henry so sweet and caring with Isabel made my heart swell with happiness.

I no longer saw him as Henry that was had a dark side, but Henry the giant softy.

This time henry and I decided to share a room at the hotel with princess and Kal.

Kal was waiting for us at the lobby with Henry’s dog sitter and surprisingly, Isabel liked him immediately too.

The two just jumped around each other excitedly.

“They are so adorable!” Gal said as she joined Henry and I

“Just like their owners” Jason smirked

“Oh shush you” I blushed deeply.

Jason, gal and Henry kept talking about something while I noticed Ben glaring at me from the reception area.

“Hen I’ll be right back, keep an eye on her for me?” “Is everything okay?” He asked me “yeah yeah just need to talk to Ben for a second” I reassured him before I handed him Isabel’s leash.

“Okay, what’s with the glares? You’ve been giving me the stinky eye ever since we left London” I asked Ben

“Is everything a game to you?” He spat

“What are you talking about?” I frowned

“Did you use me to get a reaction from him? Huh? I thought you said he was mean to you and had a thing with amy” Ben growled

“Woah take a chill pill man. I was not using you, we went out for a drink, I thought it was a friendly hangout. And he wasn’t mean on purpose amy was blackmailing him” I explained even though I didn’t think I had to justify my actions to him.

“You’re lying. Amy may be crazy but she would never do such a thing” Ben scoffed

“she’s a class a psycho ben, You know what if you don’t believe me ask Henry I’m fed up with all of these accusations” I told him angrily before I stormed off back to henry.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Henry asked me once he noticed my angry expression

“I’m not in the mood to talk about it” I said as I felt tears threatening to fall.

I took my room key and went up to the room with Isabel and hugged her as I cried.

I guess I cried so hard because I didn’t hear Henry walk in until I felt Kal licking my cheek.

“Y/n please tell me what’s wrong”

Henry said as he sat next to me on the floor

“I’m so fed up with all the criticism” I sobbed

“What did Ben tell you?” Henry asked, a hit of anger in his tone

“He thought I was using him to provoke you, that I’m a liar” I whimpered.

Henry pulled me into a hug and brushed my hair with hands softly

“I’ll talk to him later, you’re amazing y/n, you saved me from Amy, I don’t know what I would do without you” he muttered and I felt myself smiling as I lean into him more.

“Thank you hen, I needed it”

“No problem love” he kissed my head.

We stayed like this a little more until it was time to get ready for an interview we had with all of the cast(except for Amy thank goodness).

I was seated between Henry and Jason, making me feel like a complete short ass next to these two giants.

“Guys welcome! So nice to see you all together. Are you feeling like a proper family?” Jamie, the interviewer asked us

“It’s like a family reunion every time you know” Ray chuckled

“So, like if you were a family, who’s got the worst habit?” Jamie asked

“I think Ezra” I said “I chew my nails a lot, and it’s apparently bad for your nails in a long term, is it really bad or is y/n just messing with me again?” Ezra asked

“I don’t think” Gal shook her head

“Jason has a habit of taking our clothes off all the time” Ben said and Jason raised his hand proudly while saying guilty making us all laugh

“Henry in this film has a habit of being dead so you’re gonna see him” ray shrugged “yeah I’m the dead uncle” “that’s right ” ray chuckled

“It’s nice to see the ghostly figure. Spotting some nice facial fluff” Jamie said, referring to Henry’s mustache

“He had it before” I said “really?”

“Yeah” Henry chuckled

“Well I wanted to talk to you about something and it’s beardy Batman” Jamie said as he looked at Ben

“Beardy Batman, yes. At the beginning of the movie you get to see bearded Batman which we haven’t done on screen before and uh I thought it was kind of cool and just so you know they added in the white streaks in the beard, those were not present before” Ben explained

“Well obviously with all of you in together you get to see your very cool costumes, was there any costume envy?” Jamie asked

“I was jealous of Gal’s costume because Unlike mine hers is not tight” I said causing her to laugh

“I could barely breath in it”

“Yeah I was kind of envious of ray because he didn’t have a costume” Ben said “I had an onesie, I was calm cool and collected. I did have a muscle suit that I wore sometimes with like the hoodie and sweatpants and I got the feel of what it's like to be them on a certain level. But I envy their costume because they actually exist you know?” Ray smiled

“What’s the costume like at the end of the day?” Jamie asked

“Sweaty” Ben and I said at the same time

“Smells like a foot” Ezra added

“Yeah even mine” ray chuckled

“Costume people on this movie earned their money” Ben said

“Re you guys ready for the world of the dc family? A few of us have done a few of these films now. They’re absolutely obsessed aren’t they?” Jamie asked

“Passionate for sure, I wouldn’t say obsessive but we all are we love our characters” I said and everyone nodded in agreement

“You’re doing these movies knowing there’s going to be expectations from the fans, they’re going to pay a lot of attention to the details and everything that comes out to the internet,even the minor nonsense turns into a big story” Ben explained

“Gal you tweeted yesterday and already have 46,000 likes “ Jamie said

“How much?” She gasped with a smile

“46,000 likes” Jamie said again

“look at her- how many likes?” I asked as I intimated Gal’s voice

Causing everyone to laugh

“I think that the fact that people care so much about these characters is pretty amazing because I think that there is this amazing device of universe that we can tell stories with and so many people are interested in hearing what we have to say. It’s an amazing thing and it’s not to be taken for granted and this is the reason why we keep on making these movies...because people care so much” Gal told Jamie

“Okay thank you guys so much for coming, it was fun” Jamie said and the interview was over.

Henry and I returned to the hotel to have dinner together before we headed to bed.

“You were quiet today during the interview” I told Henry “well most of the questions were not directed to me so but I did talk” Henry shrugged

“It was fun to be with all of the crew” I smiled

“I’m glad you had fun love, now rest up, we had a long day” Henry kissed my head before he turned off the light and we fell asleep.

A/n-I’m opening a tag list for my stories, comment if you’re interested to be in it!💕

[wildenda]

Hyungwon x Reader - Dark Masquerade

Summary: You make your way to the annual event for this year, unexpectedly being whisked away by something more than you had bargained for.

Genre: vampire, masquerade, Hyungwon x Reader, Victorian, romance

Word Count: 4091

Author’s note: Hello! Kim here! I really wanted to share this romantic vampire!Hyungwon au with you all! I was itching to write my own fantasy of the dark night and this is what I came up with! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it~

Oh, also I really recommend listening to this soundtrack as you read! It really helps with the feels: 

As well as photo references:

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The slight, cool breeze licked your cheeks as you watched town pass from the window of your carriage. The uneven pavement from the dirt roads rocking it as well as the steady clop of the horses’ hooves made it difficult to calm your nerves. You were heading to the grand ball that was held at this time of year when the leaves fell as it grew close to the colder season. It was not the fact that your corset was too tight or the worry of your heels that were too high for your own good that made you anxious, but rather the mingling of the people that bothered you. Why must you socialize and speak to all these people who could only fake emotions towards you? The women with their snobbish comments and noses held high and the gross men who only seemed to charm another for a night. You couldn’t bother to notice them. The only reason you had to even go was due to wanting to leave your godforsaken anarchic of a home that you had. Your father always going on and on about your attitude and for not being so ladylike or whatever that meant to him. Not to mention your mother who never sided with you but rather criticized all you did and sided with father. You rolled your eyes in just thinking about what you’ll hear once you got home without a man to bring home. You tossed those thoughts away as your carriage stopped in front of the central castle in town that held major events from time to time. The coachman stepped down from his seat and opened your door with a bow and hand held out. You took his hand and he guided you out of the coach to the pavement beneath you. “I will be waiting by the stables, Mademoiselle, should you need to leave.” You nodded and thanked him as he drove off with the horses around the bend of the building. You took in a deep breath as you looked at the high frame of the doors in front of you. You straightened out the gothic red and black dress of yours. The black fabric in the front hugged by a deep burgundy from all around and the chest binded together with strings of the same color red. Small frills of the fabric ran down the edges of where the two colors meet, almost giving the illusion that you were wearing a coat over a black dress. The arms were long and loose, ending with flowy sleeves with black lace which were expertly sewn in. You wore a black felt choker with a ruby to match with silver dangling earrings and an intricate black mask that didn’t hide much from your face. Your hair draped long curls over your shoulder and you added a red bow to top it off. Your makeup made you look paler than usual with a dark rouge lipstick covering the plush of your lips. You also bathed in rose water for good measure since you didn’t want to scare anyone away throughout the night.

You carefully headed up the stairs, with invitation in hand. The guard let you through with a mere look and you entered the grand building. People already whispered around you, giggling for the fact that you came alone. You ignored them and went in further the heart of the ballroom. Ceilings high with a beautiful crystal chandelier that radiated over everyone. People of all shapes in sizes, short, tall, fat and skinny. Some you could recognize and dreadfully and quickly avoided cause just a mere more of a moment would have you leave this instant. You found a small open space near the front of the ballroom to squeeze into and you hushed a small apology to a rather slender and tall gentleman. You wondered how a dress as large as this could not be inconvenient. The gentleman you had bumped into, however, did not seem to mind at all and went back to minding his own business. You couldn’t help but to look back and observe him. He wore a dark blue suit with a long tailcoat clad with a black mask with gold trimmings that decorated the edges. He had white gloves on with a black handkerchief tucked away in his pocket. Gold buttons and cufflinks stood out upon his suit. He did not wear a top hat like most did and his black hair was short and framed his small face wonderfully. Even with the mask, you could tell he was a dashing young man who may be not much older than you. The women around him stole glances and giggled behind him in awe and delight. The mayor had finally stopped talking and the orchestra began to play the intro to the long night. You, however, stayed put as you did not have a partner nor were in the need of searching for one. You watched as men and women quickly partnered up and spun around across the ballroom. Even the gentleman beside you was now waltzing with some gal in front of you, though he did not seem much entertained as the woman gripping him were. She was practically having a giggling fit as it were, the blush very bright on her face.

Two songs… three… four… and not a single person has yet approached you nor did you try. Hopelessly bored, you looked around observing the gathering of people here and there. You were then taken off guard by a hand reaching out to you. You turned back at the owner only to meet face to face with a rather portly short man.

“Care for a dance?” He said with a drunken smile.

“O-oh I couldn’t.” You gently tried to turn him down but he clearly did not get the message. He took a step closer and the smell of alcohol reeked from his person.

“How could I let a pretty flower as you stand alone all night long? I know much more fun things we could do instead if that is what a woman of your measure would like instead.” You twisted your face in disgust and pulled away from him as he advanced closer.

“Pardon me, I do believe she saved this dance for me.” The gentleman from earlier quickly stepped in and offered his hand.

“I thought you’d never ask!” You said and quickly took hold. Swiftly as he came, he led you out on the ballroom floor, escaping from the predicament you were in. You had no choice but to take at least this one dance for all eyes were now laid upon you and your now knight. He elegantly bowed to you and you curtsy in return before he took your left hand in his, with his right hand gently holding the small of your back. A dark and mysterious waltz number begun and he started to lead with you following behind.

One, two, three, one, two, three. You nervously counted the steps in your head, praying that you wouldn’t accidentally miss a step and make a fool of yourself. You looked up at him and his brown dark eyes had a ghostly shine to them, unmatched with the canny smile across his face.

“Thank you for saving me earlier, one minute more and I would’ve most likely been taken away by the guards.” You chuckled. He grinned with a closed smile,

“Now we wouldn’t have wanted that, now would we? Although he wasn’t wrong with not wanting a beautiful woman as yourself be a wallflower for the rest of the night.” He spun you out and back into his arms in first position. You never would’ve thought you danced so well with a stranger for the first time. Perhaps father’s dancing lessons were for naught. 

“I bet you’ve said that all to all the ladies you’ve danced with tonight.” you scoffed.

“Oh? So you were watching me then?”

“No! I was doing no such thing!” You flusteredly attested. He laughed, “I may have danced with many but only you have entertained me as much.”

“You’re a dangerous one, aren’t you? You asked jokingly.

“Dangerous as I’ll ever be mademoiselle.” The number ended and he stepped away bowing and kissing the tips of your fingers that he held. You curtsy and feel the heat rising to your cheeks in his gesture.

“Come, there is a quieter place that I know of that would be better to your liking.” He led you away from the clamor and out to the gardens behind the castle. In the middle of the tall bushes was an open gazebo that sat under the moonlight. You could still hear the music playing but not as loudly as it was before. You sat on a stone bench that faced a fountain with a statue of a woman cupping her hands as water spilled from them. He was right, it was a much more pleasant place for you. You could finally breathe again, away from all the noise and drunkards of the night.

“The moon… it is so beautiful and full tonight.” You spoke softly, admiring the glow of night.

“It pales in comparison to your complexion my lady.” He teases. You blush with his compliment. Never would you have thought that a man could sweep you off your feet as he did. He had a gentle soul, almost that of an aged man, yet he still had the elegance, humor, and good looks of the younger. There was something about him that drew you closer, making you want to pick all the locks that opened to his secrets. And still, you hadn’t the slightest idea what that mask hid beneath it.

“So what does my hero of the night look like underneath that mask?” You asked him.

“Ah, so the lady is now curious, hm? I guess I should not disappoint! However, only on the condition that I may see yours as well.” You agreed. He reached towards you, taking the ribbon that held it together.

“May I?” You nodded and he unraveled it, the mask falling away making you feel exposed to him.

“Beautiful…” he whispered with a glint in his eyes, different from the look you saw before.

“My turn.” You said and he closed his eyes as you reached behind him, pulling away the mask. You felt like you lost your breath when he opened his eyes. He was even more handsome than you could have fathomed. There was not a single imperfection on his skin from the rounded button of his nose to the plump and full lips that any woman would have been envious of. He was absolutely breathtaking and full to the curious eye, almost unworldly for a being of his caliber to even exist.

“Am I that enchanting that I’ve captured you in this stare, my lady?” He chuckled, breaking the silence you had created momentarily.

“Yes, I would certainly say that for many would die for looks such as yours.”

“Perhaps they would have to.” You looked at him questioningly for such an odd reply. He took your hand, brushing off the look on your face and kissed it again as he did before.

“May I ask, what is your name, mon chérie?”

“I-it’s ___.”

“Ah splendid, I am Hyungwon. Your name is just as lovely as you are.” He flattered. You were mesmerized by the look in his eyes as he held your hand to his lips. He leaned in closer to you guiding your hand to rest on his shoulder. His face grew closer to your left shoulder and he left a small old kiss, the feeling almost electrifying through your body. He moved up towards your neck and breathed in.

“This smell, you are absolutely delightful,” he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss there. Finally, your anticipation running high, his lips were now close to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in, his lips just barely touching yours with a feather-light brush. You fell in deep to his kiss once you finally connected, and you swore your heart was beating out of your chest. Never have you had such an intimate feeling with another, let alone with a man you just met tonight. He was gentle with the first kiss and with the second, but you wanted something more. You found both of your hands holding the back of his neck and you tried to kiss him deeper, yet he pulled away.

He chuckled, “I’m flattered by the notion but I’m afraid it’s getting late. We can save more for another time.” You grew a deep red and wanted to bash yourself for being too forward.

“Come, we’ll get you home.” He kissed you again softly and offered an arm that you happily looped your own into.

“I promise that we will meet again. I will send you a letter as to when and where by night.” He leads you back to your carriage and you to your dismal watched his figure grow smaller into the distance. 

It had been only days since the first letter and then days became weeks and weeks become months when you spent more and more time together. You were kept busy by day from all your home lectures and classes that father had given you, endlessly waiting until night when you could sneak out to the gardens or a walk through town with Hyungwon. You never complained that you did not ever go for a stroll when sunlight was out, but you couldn’t help but feel the nostalgia of the first meeting under the moonlight. Plus the moon and stars above comforted you, unlike the bustling busy life the sun brings by day. He never pushed you to do the things you didn’t want to nor did he advance much further in intimacies. All were just soft melting kisses and not much more. You could never suspect why he never wanted to go further but you didn’t dare push for more. He had respected you and your boundaries so you should only do the same for him. You grew to learn more about him, like how much of a gentle and emotional man he was that hid beneath the flirtatious actions. Or how he loved to speak of the unknown world and what yet is still to be offered to the unknowing eye. He was intriguing and still a little mysterious but it gave him a charm that no one else had.

Tonight you were to meet him where you first met as it was the anniversary of that day. Instructions in the note he sent told you to wear what you wore that night and that he’d do the same, only without masks. After you were sure the house was asleep, you escaped through the back window and made your way briskly across town. In a few minutes time, you made it to your destination, Hyungwon’s lean figure in the suit you loved, waiting for you at the entrance. He smiled widely as he always had done and led you in with him to sit.

“Tonight, my love, there is something I wanted to ask of you. Something that I’ve been stuck in thought for a very long time.” He kneeled in front of you, taking a ring off his finger before presenting it to you.

“This is my family crest ring that has been passed down from generation to generation and at this moment I want to ask you. Will you be mine and be the next to carry on this ring’s history with me?” You couldn’t have been more delighted to agree, taking the ring from him and placing it around your ring finger. He leaned up to kiss you gently, but this time with much passion than most.

He pulled away and held both your hands, “There is still one more thing I must show you, however, I need you to promise me to not be alarmed and always trust me.” It was an odd request from him, but surely it wasn’t too big of a secret? After all, you have been together for a whole year with nothing strange to notice.

“I promise.” He looked at you, staring intently and suddenly you saw the glint of his eyes change front the warm brown you loved to a crimson red. You were wrong.

“W-what?” You said, but he didn’t stop there and took your hand and delicately placed a finger in his mouth. You felt the normal rows of teeth that anyone would have and questioned why you were doing this until you felt a sharp tip. You pulled away and he smiled with teeth for the first time you had been with him and saw the oddly elongated canines he had. Now things were starting to come together from the first night until this very moment. Why his body always felt cold, why he never spent time with you during the day, and why the kisses were never anything more. He was a damned vampire that you heard about from the stories your household maid told you as a youngin. He looked at you anxiously with the unfamiliar eyes he had and you were more shocked than scared of him. You had so many questions but the main one was why you couldn’t find a normal gentleman to fall in love with? This is why people made fun of you ___.

Stressed, you closed your eyes and gently rubbed your temple with your fingers.

“So you’re a vampire?”

“Yes.”

“You have color-changing eyes and fangs?

“Yes.”

“Do you drink blood?”

“…yes.”

What were you supposed to think now? Maybe that he never truly did fancy someone like yourself but more what was coursing through your veins? You were hurt more by the possible chance that you wasted time on someone who didn’t really love you to begin with.

“Hyungwon.” You said with a whisper of a voice. “Did you ever once truly show affection for me? Or did you deceive me up until now for only the red that runs through me?” He stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating his answer.

“Yes, I had at the beginning of that night when I had rescued you from that drunkard, but after the dance and the moment we spent out here, I knew it was something more. It was companionship… an intimacy that I craved. I wanted to be more for you, a hero, a part of your life… a part of you. I’m begging you to please stay by my side regardless of what my initial intentions were that night. Please…” his eyes begged you for forgiveness and genuine sorrow spilled from each of his words. He seemed to be telling the truth, only letting his heart open up more to you for who he is. The loneliness in his eyes only spoke truths of the meaning behind those words he tried to convey.

“I…I believe you and I forgive you for all the deception as I can imagine what it would be like in your position. It is hard for me to say that I can’t trust you since I have blindly loved you for this long and you only ever being so gentle with your actions,” you said carefully. He rose to hug you tightly, emotions overwhelming him as he held you close. Hyungwon pulled away and tucked a loose curl behind your ear, being as careful as he always was and has been. 

“My love, I would like to make a contract with you. I swear with my life that I will never lay a finger on you, never tempt or to drink from you unless you ask me of it. Even if I’m dying of thirst and hunger, I shan’t harm you. You are more precious to me than my entire being and I don’t want to lose you. Not one strand on your head will be harmed while you are with me.” He looked down at you with such affection and care, each touch of his as floating as the last. Those crimson eyes may not have been the same color as they once were, but they were still of ones of the man you have loved for this short while. You reached up to hold his face in the palm of your hand, softly brushing the high of his cheeks with your thumb. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, placing his own over yours never wanting this moment to end. You leaned up, placing a kiss on his other cheek, then burying your head into his frigid chest now only noticing the absence in the sound that was supposed to keep him animated. He opened his eyes a little and looked down upon you as he spoke, “I suppose this is where I must take you home. It’s only the beginning of the night but I fear my hunger is starting to arise and I do not want to startle you more with what I’ve done already.” He continued to explain to you that as the brighter the moon was and the duller his eyes appeared, it meant he had an immense desire to feed. He didn’t want to ask you for anything more in fear it would drive you away. But you felt like that maybe you should allow him to feed on you. Have it be the first bond and promise of this new remembrance that tied you both closer together. 

“Mon amour, why don’t you drink the life from me?” You asked him, still hesitant in your decision.

“Non ma douce, I could not bear seeing you ache. It will sting and I do not know if you could take such pain.” he declined.

“I want it to be a special memory for us. Tonight while we are standing beneath the moonlight as one. I want to be a part of you as much as you’ve longed for in your lifetime. Let me be the one.” He thought about it for a moment and sat down on the stone bench, motioning for you to sit in his lap. You promptly sat down into his embrace and he held you tight, placing the hair that covered your neck aside. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” he questioned as he placed fluttering soft kisses of where he was to prick the skin. You nodded but he still was unsure. 

“Please, tell me again so I know I’m not dreaming of this moment.”

“Hyungwon, drink from me and make me yours,” you whispered in his ear as you held the back of his head. His lips brushed across the side of your neck before he hummed into it. Your heartbeat raced as you felt the hot breath from his open mouth and felt it dance across your skin. Shortly there was sharp pain as his teeth pierced your skin into your vein eliciting you to cry out. He quickly retracted his fangs, stopping for a moment to rub your back in comfort to let the pain subside before continuing. He began to draw blood from you in small sucks, taking his time to not overdo it but to savor your taste as well. You felt a chill as the warm liquid was reaped from you, it was as if your very life force was being consumed by him. Blackness and blur started to flood your vision as he took his fill, your grip on him loosening as you ran out of strength to keep holding on. He quickly finished, lapping the last droplets from the wounds he made and closing them up. He laid your head across his lap, holding the back of your hand to his cheek, worry written across his face. 

“My love, are you alright? I fear that I have taken more than you could handle.” 

“I-I’m alright… I think I just need a rest for a minute. “He feared the worse when your once warm hands were nearly as cold as his own and your reply was slow and sluggish, but you assured him that you only needed a good night’s rest and you would be just fine. His eyes were beautifully radiant like the moon that shone behind him and you could only be in awe of how perfect he looked in the light. 

“I love you, Hyungwon.” You whispered to him.

“And I love you, forevermore.”

[pastwinter]

heya, dears!! i’m just reposting this list of neato, romantic plots since it’s been a while and the list has gotten a little longer -- as usual, like this or shoot me a message if there’s something you’re interested in!

baek jinho | runaway manhwa artist | heterosexual | 24

a lil inspired by the truth untold by bts, i’d love!! a plot in which emotionally cautious jinho develops feelings for muse b ( a literal light! someone who really knows how to pull jinho out of her shell ) , and as is her habit, she keeps it all bottled in and hides it -- but! she’s awfully honest in her latest manhwa in which she depicts the protagonist finding the courage to admit her feelings, and it’s honestly so obvious!! that the love interest is a portrayal of muse b!! to everyone except muse b who has yet to read the manhwa ( or maybe they’re just oblivious ) . and maybe if we want to take it down the angsty route, muse b gets into a relationship with someone before jinho can confess her feelings?? 

ideally i’d like for muse b to have an outgoing personality seeing as jinho can lean towards reserved. age doesn’t matter so much really?? but she’s heterosexual, so muse b must be male.

jinho’s 24 and she has a little brother who’s 19, so anyone around that age she’ll label as a “ kid ” and dote on them like she would her brother so if anyone wants a classic “ i like you but you treat me like a child B(( ” plot, come at me!! and either gender could work here, but it’ll be angsty if your muse is a gal since jinho can’t return her feelings... and doesn’t that sound like fun : )))

“ you keep confessing to me and i keep turning you down bc i’m honestly scared out of my mind that i would ruin everything but good golly gosh you’re very persistent aren’t you?? and psh no this isn’t a date! i’m just humoring you bc i feel bad ( but we both know that’s a frikkin lie ) ”

also see this post for a few other plots i’m dying for starring my lil runaway!

lee gwangmin | youtuber | bisexual | 23

a second meeting with his first boyfriend!! bc while gwangmin cared for him deeply ( maybe even?? this guy was his first love?? ) , i can see the two having broken up bc gwangmin refused to acknowledge that his parents had an issue with his sexuality despite their uncomfortable words of support. he refused to talk about it and went to lengths to avoid having his parents and boyfriend around each other for extended periods of time, and that had to be frustrating!! and stressful considering this would have been around the time they’d be graduating/had just graduated high school. so maybe that’s why they broke up? 

the reason can always be discussed, but i’d love a second meeting in which both of them have grown up a little! and maybe confront the fact that gwangmin is STILL avoiding the problem.

also gimme a prickly pear who isn’t so prickly around gwangmin bc he’s such a wholesome sweetie pie and makes them feel so good about themselves and just!! happy in general!! and maybe they start to like him more than they should and gwangmin can tell but stays quiet bc... they’re so... CUTE when they’re trying to hide it!! and when it comes out on accident or they witness someone coming onto gwangmin and they get embarrassed and frightened of his reaction, he’s just grinning bc of course he likes them!!

y’all i’ll admit it right now -- i’m weak for cliche plots but who isn’t??

kim nari | professional dork singer | bisexual | 18-21

so my little ray of sunshine can be played during her time as a trainee or during her time as an idol 

so pretty pls gimme a sunbae-hoobae relationship that’s 90% platonic and mentor-like and 10% something more. but is that something more acknowledged?? not if you want to avoid scandals and secret relationships!!

but maybe... it DOES get acknowledged... and they gotta sneak around... but nari’s just debuted finally, and if it’s revealed she’s dating, that could be really bad for her... “ the timing might be bad but n o we’re not breaking up bc of a ‘ what if ’ ”

“ you’re that boy i ran away from back in middle school when you confessed to me and continued to avoid afterwards but now we’re older and dating isn’t so scary and you grew up to be incredibly handsome wow... also i’m so sorry ”

maybe said boy is a fellow idol?? a producer?? or she just runs into him by chance?? either way, it’ll be awkward for nari B ))

bc i’m weak for the idea ( and is it cliche?? MAYBE ) , consider your muse joining a show in which idols are paired with their “ ideal types, ” and nari just so happens to be on the show, too. now, this could go a few ways!

the producers are mistaken in pairing nari with your muse bc the two of them HATE each other!! but maybe not as much as they first thought.

OR they’re utterly smitten with each other... but they’re not paired together! they’re someone else’s ideal types, so do they pine and never act on their feelings or do some sneaking about without anyone knowing??

also give me a prickly pear who isn’t so prickly for nari bc she’s the actual sun and makes them feel so warm and soft :’ ))

choi donghae | lost soul | bisexual | 20

you know what i’d love?? an angsty plot in which your muse assists donghae in moving on aka brings his murderer to justice before danbi has a chance to kill him and before he’s able to take another victim. and while it’s a happy moment bc he and his sister can finally be at peace, it’s bittersweet bc your muse sincerely cares for him

i’d also give my left shoe for a plot where donghae starts acting as your muse’s guardian angel bc he misses them and doesn’t know what else to do with his extra time and they eventually figure it out bc no one has THAT much good luck

also donghae pretending to be human around your muse and starting to fall for them but that sweet boy just can’t!! keep such a big secret from them!!

and if we wanna go down the human!donghae route, gimme that classic “ bad boy/girl meets good boy ” but instead of corrupting donghae, he starts to rub off on them and that’s not good for their reputation, dude

choi danbi | bitter specter | bisexual | 20

" i’ve been pretending that i’m not dead by appearing to you when barely anyone is around but you ran into my mom and mentioned me and now you’re confused and shaking bc according to her, donghae and i are still missing, so i suppose i owe you some answers now ”

“ i saved you from getting mugged one time and it was very freaky and ghostly and now you’re purposely looking for me in random allies?? are you dumb??? and why is this so endearing to me?? ”

and for human!danbi, how about a rival athlete who she Hates but kissed one time when she was tipsy and now... now she hates them even MORE bc they won’t let her forget about it!!

son daehyun | grim reaper | heterosexual | o l d... but looks 28

before i even start, let me point out that daehyun is based upon the grim reapers from tvn’s goblin, but he’s part of a unit who specializes in finding the souls who were never allowed to move on

so... how about he's assigned to find a soul who was supposed to die YEARS ago, but narrowly avoided death through a miracle only a greater being could have caused and like... he’s gotta keep an eye on her bc she shouldn’t even exist but there’s no way that he can reap her when she’s living her life! but every time she finds herself about to die, daehyun is there against his better judgement to save her until he’s too late 

but maybe... she finds her way back to him bc she refuses to let go of their memories :’ ))

and gimme senior reaper dae having to show this rookie reaper the ropes and he’s trying to act all tough and cool for her, and while it’s so obvious how soft he really is, the rookie lets dae do his thing bc it’s cute. and she tells him so -- and dae is flabbergasted 

“ cute?? me??? nO i’m not blushing shut up ” 

ALSO dae meeting his love from a past life!! i already typed up a starter for this scenario a while back, but i’d also really love to plot it out!

son soojin | old soul | pansexual | technically old as heck but 26 in this life

lil info before we begin -- soojin is a reincarnated soul who chose to keep her memories in hopes of being reunited with her lover one day

what if… her lover was actually an immortal being of some sort?? and they’ve been sad bc they’ve gone all this time thinking they’d never see her again but wait!! it’s her!! she just has a different face bc reincarnation is apparently a thing!!

or similarly – they were broken up about her death but it’s been centuries, dude… they’re Over It and have moved on and are in love without someone else. sucks to be soojin.

oR soojin’s fallen in love with someone in this life, maybe even contemplating marriage when who is that she stumbles upon?? her lover from her first life?? well fRIK

O R soojin finds her lover, they don’t recognize her bc she has a different face, and she withholds who she really is bc they seem so… happy with their s/o. happy without her. and maybe it’s time she lets them go bUT WAIT A SECOND THERE SHE SLIPS UP and says something only SHE would have known/said!! her cover’s blown!! uh oh : )))

chae jihoon | vampire bar owner | bisexual | 94 but looks 24

how about you gimme jihoon seeing his first love for the first time since they turned him and ran away : ))))

so originally i wrote the person who turned jihoon was a lady, but!! it really doesn’t matter tbh. they just need to be on the wild side with a soft center :’ ) and apparently have a fear of commitment!

but really just!! give me a surprise meeting or maybe it’s on purpose -- maybe they really missed jihoon and just wanted to see how he was doing after all these years. maybe they want a second chance or a chance to apologize. whatever the reason, give it to me!!

also give me this horrible situation that ends in disaster : ))) once again, the gender is flexible since i haven’t put a ton of thought into this person who wiggles their way into jihoon’s heart during his darkest time. 

and who knows?? maybe our muses can have a happy ending instead of that sad ending! or... maybe not : )

also give me this softness right here thanks!!

and now just some general scenarios i’d love to see!!

polyships pls and thanks!! gwangmin and nari are one cute duo or could be paired separately with two other muses, as well as most of my other muses -- the only ones i don’t think would be up for it ( or at the very least be very difficult to convince ) would be jinho bc she's so wary of relationships to begin with and daehyun.

but give me the cute first date, the cuddling and kisses and before that, the proposition of dating each other. give me the angst where one thinks the other two don’t like them as much as they do each other. give me breaking up just to get back together bc it being just two of them doesn’t feel right anymore.

any sort of fan meets their idol plot! i’m Weak for them

best friends to lovers bc who doesn’t love those??

“ i’ve got a tough/cold image but i’m soft for you ” plots!!

[pinktacofury]

Wraith or not... You’re kinda cute.

Hey guys and gals, tapping out another Shadowhunters imagine, three to follow this one eventually, hope y’all like it, Lurv PTF.

Warnings- so muuuuch sass.

Summary- Amortentia Hothburn liked to mess with people, she was a bored wraith it was what she did for fun, unfortunately for her when she messed with three strangely dressed young people she got into a bit of trouble, getting out of dodge was easy... staying out of sight while being hunted by shadowhunters, not so much.

A/n- As always, I own only my OC, I own none of the people places, images, gifs or things in this imagine.

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“Come play with me...” Amor giggled as she disappeared then reappeared a short length down the hall, she so enjoyed the running and the occasional screaming only this group flipped the game on her, she had to keep a brisk pace to keep any kind of distance between her and the group of three who chased her down... she wondered slightly what would happen if they caught up with her although from the angry shouts she figured it wouldn’t be anything good.

     Amor had had enough and disappeared from the building some time ago, the other three were still chasing shadows she guessed. Appearing in the large apartment of her favorite wizard, one Magnus Bane, he hated when she dropped in... Mostly because she was always followed by thick fog when she was incorporeal which was almost always.

“Magnus!” She called in a sing song voice as the mist flowed across the floor like thick smoke swirling in a light breeze. 

“Amor! What have I said about the mist!! This is not a good time!” The man called from the other room, with a bit of a ghostly giggle she materialized, taking her solid form.... she didn’t want to admit it but Magnus had rubbed off a little of his flare on her sense of style, as she now wore a long floor length glittering midnight dress with her long black hair fanning out above her head like black tail feathers atop a crown of obsidian... it took alot of energy to pull off but she liked it.

“Sorry... sorry Maggy I can’t help it you know.” She chirped with a flourish of her hand as she walked into the livingroom where Magnus stood with the three beings from earlier that night and a random ginger girl... perhaps they weren’t as stupid as the others.

“Hehehe awkward.” She mused, the echoing lilt to her voice forever present even as she turned solid giving her a permanent ethereal feel which if she was honest usually made people nervous, even downworlders avoided her.

“That’s her!” The darked haired one standing rather cosily beside Magnus called out pulling a long bow from his back and knocking an arrow, as he let it loose Amortentia released her hold on the mortal world and the arrow flew right through her chest crashing into something that sounded rather expensive, she remained a shadow as she waited for the trio to calm down, the blonde rushed her swinging his sword through her stomach, the dark haired female cracked her whip sending the tip through her head and the ginger stood there looking shocked as mist poured from Amor’s shadow figure.

“Oh come on.... It wasn’t that bad, only a little hair pulling, some wall manipulation and a jump scare or twelve... It was all in good fun.” She chuckled the sound echoing off the walls like ghostly bells as the three stopped dead in their tracks scoffing at the same time, the blonde chose to speak first.

“All in good fun? You shoved Izzy down the stairs.” He growled gripping his sword so tight his knuckles turned white.

“No I poked her and she fell down the stairs when she over reacted.... that wasn’t my fault.” She sighed walking forward and poking the man in the forehead.

“You pulled out some of my hair!” The dark haired on eremarked placing his hand to his head where the hair had been pulled out.

“No, you yanked away while I was toying with it... you pulled your own hair out and before you say anything, I did not run the blonde into the wall, he ran into it chasing me, it is not my fault he cant see two things at one time.” She defended as she walked past him brushing his super soft hair before standing next to an annoyed Magnus who reached over and placed his hand on her forearm, he was the only being she knew who could touch her shadow form, he put gentle pressure there lowering her a little as she floated a foot above their heads forgetting to keep her ‘feet’ on the ground.

“Why were you toying with us? What do you possibly have to gain from taunting shadowhunters?” The blonde asked as he walked over to her looking into the dark cloud like shape that was for the moment Amor.

“I am a thousand year old wraith... what else am I supposed to do with my time? Teach levitation at the local YMCA? Nope already tried... everyone went nuts, hold poker tournaments with my pals? Guess what... the only person who isn’t totally freaked out by me is Maggy and he barely tolerates me... All I have is time and no way to spend any of it.” She gave a sigh as she turned and made her way to the door, the group had killed her mood.

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“Magnus, have you seen Amor? I need her help.” Jace asked as he strode into the High Warlocks living room, the sight he was greeted with was strange to say the least, Amor lay on the couch her head in the mans lap watching Casper the Ghost. The moment she saw him she gave a little growl then disappeared from the room.

“Try the abandoned asylum off of fifth and Broadway... she likes to hide out there... it’s supposedly haunted and no one ever goes in there.” The Warlock mused as he shifted on the couch and continued to watch the movie.

                                             Ohakula Asylum

“Amor? Amor? I know you’re in here. Please come talk to me? I need your help!” Jace shouted as he checked all the rooms, he didn’t know why he bothered but it seemed like a good idea at the time... before he remembered that the woman could go through walls and literally become a shadow.

“Nobody is home, go away, didn’t order any take out, all stocked up on boy scout popcorn and I don’t read magazines so bye bye nice to see you again.” Her sigh echoed down the halls from the right, he turned and found her sitting with one leg crossed over the other as her feet dangled off the edge of the desk with her head bent down.

“Look at me Amor, I want to be your friend... hell more than that eventually, Wraith or not... You’re kinda cute.” He murmured as he took several steps closer to her, she made no move to get away as he stopped in front of her.

“No you want to use me for your own selfish reasons then throw me away once my use has run out.” She did eventually look up at him, her eyes hooded slightly by her lashes and what stunning eyes they were.

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      Amor bounced happily down the hall of the institute, since Alec had taken over command several things had changed, certain downworlders were allowed in for instance and that lead to some pretty funny things happening. Amor took the liberty of lightening the mood around the place playing pranks on all of the members of the clave there, she didn’t care what they would do to her as long as she was amused, she stayed in Jace’s room at night although she didn’t really need to sleep but for the sake of having his arms wrapped around her she made an exception and forced herself to. Each time they went out on a mission Amor tagged along assisting where she could, holding a demon through a wall, cutting off demons on the move, every once in awhile she would trip a downworlder who wasn’t cooperating then feeling bad about it. Almost everyone was happy about the new arrangement... except for Magnus who found he actually missed forced movie night at his place and Clary who kept grumbling about her man being stolen by a floating freak, Amor made sure to force Magnus into watching movies again and for the most part ignored Clary, except when she was the butt of one of Amor’s many pranks or practical jokes. Eternal life was good.

[have-some-mercy]

JunkratxCisFem Reader | Part 1 | SFW |

Warning! Cussing, bad relationship, mention of death, mention of death of the young, mention of wanting a family, bad self esteem,depression,anxiety

I got your other messages, no worries. 

NSFW will come next part if not for a possible 3rd part.

Junkrat’s speach will be in Bold

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Tired from a mission your attitude was more agitated then anything. Such a rare event when the mission was a complete success. However you found your emotional wall put up. All you wanted to do was curl into bed and sleep. Yet rest was something you couldn’t attain, at least not yet with all these papers that had to be filled. Today’s missions resulted with many dead. Mostly the enemy but casualties did occur. Some included kids, the very thought put your mood even further down the dump. Your team couldn’t get to them in time. To top it all off you all were talking about families on your way over. Later joking on the cliche with movies “the one who mentions their family dies first!”. 

You sighed. Though having won the battle the ongoing air of defeat still lingered. Aside from earlier event the thought of the topic still created something. Or more so re-open a thought to which you actually confessed much to everyone’s; including your own; surprise. “A family” you murmured. Mostly to your self, absentmindedly grazing your stomach with your elbow. You have wanted one for so long yet not at the same time. Wondering such had you think of your relationship. It has been rocky to say the least. Your in a poly relationship but the issue was your partner who has had diligent attention on others. Where as for you it has been…lacking. If not gone entirely. The thought at the back of your mind causing an audible scoff. Relaying the words in your mind as your body acted them with exaggerated detail. Air quoting it all. “Oh don’t worry babe your always my number one! ”, “yes babe i know, we need to love each other equally”, “but babe give them a chance! There such a good fuck!” And on that note you growled at the notion. Firstly you cant just mindlessly fuck someone. Even in your desperate state you always needed a connection, to know them well, and frankly you felt like you didn’t know your s/o at all anymore. Especially when all of this could have been prevented, and yes you tried to do just so. Being the mindful person you are you never asked for much let alone often. Always insuring there was time yet it always ended up the same. 

When it came to your needs it was always, “oh I’m sorry I’m just too tired, can I take care of you another day?” Yet right away a text led them out the door. It never failed. “It never fuckin failed… Auuggg!” You hated your self more at the thought. Feeling inadequate in every way. ‘was their something wrong with me?’. Catching your reflection off your phone you fixed a stray strand of hair. ‘am i not attractive?’ You would get compliments from new recruits but it only lasted a week till they would all shy away from you. ‘onto the next best thing’ you thought before quickly burring it. Covering your face, careful with the pen in hand as you curse your self for even worrying about that. 'you fuckin attention whore.. Maybe that’s why they don’t do anything to you..’ The more and more you thought about your flaws the worse you felt.  The pen soon came down hard as you filled out more paperwork. “I’m such a fuckin self absorbed bitch..“The room carried your voice like a ghostly echo as you steeled your self from brimming tears. Such causing you to jolt at realizing you just said it all aloud, hearing it echo back. Unbeknownst to you the door was closing behind you. Your thoughts snap back to work. Shaking it off with a sigh. It was late anyhow, no one wanted to be up at this hour and no one usually was. After filling out the last line of your current page you soon found not everyone slept soundly.

The sound of the door closing and the familiar scent of gunpowder had you whip around from where you sat. Glaring as the tall blond grinned down at you. Such a look on your face made him titter. Your self growling at the invasion of privacy. “How long have you been here?” You sounded as annoyed as you looked. The display had his interest peaked.  Swinging his peg leg he slowly walked to you. “You know, fer an Overwatch agent ya sure have a bad watch on yer back! Been 'er a while now.” Growling you turned back to your paperwork. Embarrassed at the fact. “I’m at base, I can have the privilege to leave my guard down you know. ” angrily working you heard the junker hum.“true but what you said earlier seems a'bit mooorree” rolling his hand as he gestured to your confessions.

Slamming your hands down you blushed. You wanted to die as the realization dawned you. Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes, the one agent who did not know the word incognito/and your best friggen friend! Heard you. You knew him-oh you knew him WELL-the way you felt was also more than a friend should but he didn’t know. You made sure he would never know. After all the first person you felt this way ended out so…- shaking your head you turned ready to spit fire but soon drew back. 'When did he get so close?!’ Breath caught as he loomed over you. Soon resting on his elbow, smug grin at your reaction. “You know..” He drawled. “If ’m not mistaken, you n your luvy.. ” rolling his eyes at the last part but his annoyance soon hidden with a grin. “Ye both seem.. Done.” Nope, nope you weren’t having this. About to get up he soon stopped you. Soot covered finger soon pressed against your lips. “ only sayin cuz i heard 'em havin quite the time tonight!-” before he continued it was your turn to intervene. “We’re in a poly relationship. They can do so if they want.” However this night i particular they didn’t say anything. From what you knew they said they’d be on a mission. Your answer seemed to have caught the lanky man off guard. Raising a brow. “So.. They can fuck who ever? ” His words left a bad taste in your mouth. Scrunching your nose as you spoke. “No, it’s all based on trust. We let each other know. We say who we’re dating and make time for each other, as do we do so for our other loves. But like-if they want to go have one night stands we talk before hand and just insure they’re safe..-wait why am i explaining this–” Quick to reply “ 'cuz I’m ya friend n wana help. Look darl, correct me if am wrong but ah haven't seen hide nor hair of 'em round your barracks.” You wanted to interject but he continued. What surprised you was how accurate but also how annoyed he was getting.“an if what ya say is true then why havnt they least said hi to you? ” again you opened your mouth but more was said. “N even in the breaky hall! They be just a table away but clammer on with there mates n pals!!”

You forced a smile now. To hurt to be angry anymore. “Well.. They say hi, and we text all the time just-” as you say that he got your phone. Such an action making you jump for it. His stern expression shocking enough to have you stop and turn away. Recoiling as he flipped through. Sneering as he read out loud. Tone mocking how your s/o sounds. “Day 7. Luv u. Day 8. Morning luv! Day 23!!! Miss you-this was when they had the fuckin day off–” you reached for your phone desperately. “Well they probably had a lot of work-” he jerked up and seems to click out of text into social media. Continuing “Day twenty-funkin-three! Had the best day of my life with twins! ” By now you only stood shakily. Fidgeting nervously,still forcing that smile as you spoke. Voice inching towards a weak sob but you’ll be dammed if you let someone see you cry. “well maybe it was the twins from work?” “OF COURSE IT’S THOSE SKANKS!!! How else ya think they got the job? Cuz i don’t hear much about work wit em- and trust me! Ol Fawkes is well informed! ” Your voice near pleading as you spoke. “Jamison they are- A cheatin fuck face?- No i mean they work so hard-on fuckin anythin that moves?! Cept for the one they been with for how fukin long now?-we haven’t had time to talk- The one gal who has been with em-Jamie-put up with more of their shit-please!-then ANYONE SHOULD EVER HANDLE-its cuz their struggling and- but she still gets cheated on but-'oh! Its ok because they STILL GO BACK TO EM!!”

You broke. Walls all crumbled as your first sob escaped. How long has it been since you cried? Actually cried? In front of someone no less? Nearly missing the chair it skid slightly with how you dropped. Gritting your teeth as you wiped your tears that seems to never end. You hated this feeling. Feeling so weak, so helpless and vulnerable. It’s why you never get cry. Let alone in front if this man. Such something you never wanted to admit but he somehow made you feel.. Safe? However right now you were to overwhelmed but you needed to hear this, but you didn’t expect it to end up like this.

Seemed this was not what he expected either. Hearing you sob snapped him out of ranting. He never meant to get like that and right away he quickly tried to hold you. Uttering many apologize as he wiped your tears. Cursing at himself at the fact he let himself snap like that. He was always good with holding in his emotions but with her.. Well-they had a way of making him feel relaxed. Too relaxed from what hes now gathered. “Ah fuck love ah-ah didn’t mean to hurt ya.. I swear m’ not usually like this-y-you know that right? just..that’s.. That’s all fucked up and you don’t deserve that shit!” Wincing at his angry tone along the end. Inwardly cussing himself out once more.

Your words were choked on tears, a seeming whisper on the wind. “I know…” “Then why stay?” Tilting your head as he said such. Your puffy eyes looking away. “Because… Because things can change..we’ve been trying to get better… It'l get better right.” “When?” Even you questioned the thought. Such letting more tears out as you hiccuped into your arm. Your chest started to hurt as you let it all out. To your surprise you liked being held as you did such. His prosthetic moving your arms around his neck so he could lift you. The junker soon sat on the chair. You on his lap, chin atop your head. Reflexively you withdrew your hands close to your chest once he sat. Clutching the harness on his chest as if it save your life. You have not cried in so long. You have not felt so.. So..  You didn’t even know this feeling anymore and that just made you bury your head further against him. Sobbing out of frustration,anger,but most of all pain. His arms held you close, himself gritting his teeth at the fact someone could make you feel this much pain. He hated the fact he had you cry but knew you needed to let it out in the end. The sight sparked something inside him, he was familiar with it but never to such a degree-let alone for a human. He thought on what to do, planning how to pay them back for all your suffering, but your voice woke them from delving further into those thoughts. The sound of your voice ripped his heart at how utterly defeated, broken, and vulnerable you spoke. “…..what do i do?… ” you looked up at him through glossy eyes. Silently pleading for an answer. He has never seen you like this-he knows no one else has either. You always smiled, you always spoke so happily with such a joyous spark. Always with a skip to your step that seems to have declined over the years of your relationship. Your anger earlier was something rare, usually from video games or losses in general but this.. This was something he wanted to make sure wouldn’t ever happen again. Cupping your cheek he thumbed a tear. You finding your self leaning into his warmth. Slowly he pressed your heads together nose to nose and followed with a kiss on the forehead. The action surprising you enough to look up. He wasn’t grinning, he just watched the door now and held you closer. Before you could ask he looked at you. Lopsided smile that seemed so soft and different then the others hes given. “Well darl’ that’s where bein a master thief comes in! ” your confused gaze was met by his hand holding yours. Pulling you to meet his lips with yours. You blushed heavily. Feeling like a teenager in love all over again. He only parted slightly. “It eats me up seeing something so rare an beautiful get treated like shit.” Kissing you once more, almost desperately through now heavy breaths. “So am stealin ya. Ok?” The kiss lasted long, longer then either of you expected. The flush apparent on both if your faces once parting. Your self quivering at the feeling it gave you. Himself steeling something else reacting.

The very thought of him stealing you away had you blushing like mad-if that  weren’t happening already. “W-whah-but Jamie I-” His hands held both yours tight yet gently. Keeping you close but still giving you the choice to back off. “Y/N i’d never wrong ya like that.. Yeah ’t be different cuz am not x'actly poly but.. I know how ta treat someone right-'spesialy if 'ts you. ” he wanted to kiss you again but steeled himself once more. “Doll you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen-an i have a discerning eye!-but that’s not just why!-just-your-…..-you!!-” panicked to not sound like he just liked-no LOVED her for her body he shouts. “YOU DRIVE ME INSANE!-just-more! ” scrambling for the right words he inwardly face palmed. He was a genius with many things but this was not one of them. Or at least with you it wasn’t. “You make everythin so difficult you know-wait that sounds wrong!-not like that but your like distracting and shit-ah-Like i luv your body but there more to this feeling-wait!-you just make me feel better??-different?!-WORDS- OH FUCK IT ALL MATE! THINK!–I MEAN I CANT THINK!! ” You giggled, such making him look away with a defeated groan. Covering his face with a slap, wincing as he realized to late he used his prosthetic. The other still in ur grip. “well.. Ah dun fucked it up” Yet your hand puled him from thinking more, tugging his slightly. Peeking through metal fingers his expression lightened from seeing you smile. It being contiguous as he found himself grinning ear to ear, still embarrassed if the blush didn’t already show it. Your thumbs gently stroke the back of his hand. Reassuringly, trying to calm him. Sniffling slightly as you spoke, the light back in your voice. “Jamie, relax. Take a breath o.k.?” He rose a brow but complied. Prosthetic falling on the arm rest as he took an exaggerated deep breath, letting it out justly. He couldn’t look you in the eyes with out burning up so your turn to speak. “So… Am i really that distracting?” Thinking back when you worked together you recall his pace seeming slower then normal. Or so the bigger junker would state. Remembering missions together were always more difficult as his post would always be left. You would find him causing havoc near you instead. Yes it made it more difficult but later you seemed to note the pattern as the team ended up assigning such to happen rather then it do so unplanned. The thought made you smile. “C'mon. Fantastic Mr.Fawkes, this little runt can’t create that kind of effect.” Oh he looked ready to say the most detailed explanation on how everything about that was wrong until he saw you giggle once more.Covering your smile behind a hand. “Do I really drive you that crazy?” You said with a smile that’s now uncovered. Such as soft as he’d always wish to see for him. The question earning a chuckle. “I know it seems impossible but ya 'ave a way of bringin things outa me ah thought were nonexistent!” Your blush had the mans stomach feeling butterfly’s all over again. His confidence back as he cupped your chin to look at him once more. He watched as your hand soon cupped his once it moved to your cheek. Expecting it to pull it away yet great full if not gleeful when you held it more firm. Almost as if you were admiring the feeling. “So..” You spoke “do you really think I’m beautiful?” With out missing a beat. “More than any secret treasure in all 'f me life! ” Shaking your head as you giggled you couldn’t stop the grin. “Are you sure your 'Discerning eye’ ain’t wrong? I’m pretty sure i’m damaged goods by now.” Closing the gap which dwindled from each word he left you both nose to nose. Looking down as he Eskimo kissed you. “Hah, i’d stake my career on it-oh wait-I already do! ” as the two of you shared a laugh but never parting he finalized. “But uh-I find the best things are when ya work together on it. Long as you don’t mind my broken parts fillin in the gaps?” Your smile was so filled with happiness. The air alike as you spoke. “Wouldn’t have it any other way!”

You two shared nervous giggles as the realization set in. He didn’t want to let go, and you didn’t want him to either. After a few moments enjoying each others embrace, along with cuddling and nuzzling, he was quick to catch your lips. Quick pecks that soon roamed all over your face. Causing little squeaks as you let your self relax and just absorb it all. This felt so.. So perfect. So loving yet perfect. You couldn’t recall the last time you felt like this. It was so heart warming, so beautiful, so relaxing and peaceful and pure. You wept, sniffling again. The sound and wet sensation making Junkrat draw back. Worried he over step but your smile had him quirk a brow. “Wot?” His voice confused. Wiping your tears he leaned back in in case your voice was mere whispers behind the sobs. “Its just..” Giggling once more. “I feel so loved. ” your words made him blush, cheeky smile as he soon went back to being nose to nose with you. You couldn’t hold back a grin either. “This is bliss!” Your words left Jamison laughing gently. “Hey! That’s my line!” Quick to respond it was now your turn to shower the man in kisses. Such earning a whimper and a melting Junker. One who soon purred as he leaned against the seat. “Nn. Your right tho..cuz ’ve finally reached heaven!”

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Fiddler on the Ropes (TGG, Season 4, Episode 18)

Today Eli is forced to watch and recap Fiddler on the Ropes, Episode 18 of the fourth season of The Golden Girls.  The gals are attempting to invest in their future, but when Sophia squanders their savings on a young Cuban boxer, will her risk venture prove to be a knock out success, or leave the crew down for the count?  Keep reading to find out…

First of all, Jon, you did your customary great job reviewing The Power of Three, which as you already mentioned, I consider to be a pretty forgettable episode.  It’s one I generally haven’t bothered revisiting, but your recaps always get me interested in checking out episodes all over again.  The next episode is a pretty big one though, so I’m looking forward to your take on it.  And don’t sweat your tardiness, I find myself in the same boat quite a bit (often as a result of my lengthy adventures in Persona 5).  For now, I have my own bout with an episode to face, so let’s head to Miami!

Buttocks tight!

Episode written by Kathy Speer and Terry Grossman, directed by Terry Hughes

Dorothy and Rose are busy cooking when Blanche returns home from work.  She needs some reassurance that she is competent at her job (as well as in the bedroom), because she had a bad day and her boss is a big jerkface who watches her every move.  Sometimes she just wishes she could throw in the towel and retire, but it seems that none of the girls have invested their money wisely.  They are attempting to remedy that oversight somewhat by putting $3,000 in a certificate of deposit.  This isn’t exactly going to make them wealthy, but at least it will give them a good feeling.  However, Rose reveals that she sent Sophia to the bank with the money, and Dorothy is suddenly upset and worried that her mother will wander back home with some magic beans instead of a sound financial investment.  Sure enough, Sophia returns to reveal that she didn’t buy the CD after all.  Instead, she bought a Cuban boxer from a man at a bus station.  Seems reasonable.  Kid Pepe the prize fighter enters the kitchen, and performs some shadowboxing at Sophia’s command (though he seems unable to speak or understand English).  Despite the protests she is hearing, Sophia promises that this is the chance of a lifetime, and that the girls will have a guaranteed profit from the fight in one week.  Dorothy isn’t buying any of this.  The girls also learn that Pepe will be staying with them at the house in the meantime.

Jumping ahead, we find Sophia helping her star boxer train.  She may not know much about the Sweet Science, but she does know how to take a man down.  Dorothy has been on the phone to research the contract for the fight, and learns that it’s all valid.  With more enthusiasm now, the girls embrace that they will be trainers until next Tuesday.  Sophia also mentions that twice the money is earned if Pepe actually wins, so Dorothy immediately gets in on the sparring action.

The night before the big fight, Dorothy can’t sleep.  She is worried about their money, and whether they will actually recover it.  Sophia (who is rooming with her due to Pepe’s presence) provides a Picture It! (Sicily, 1920) to try to be helpful, but it doesn’t do much good.  She tells Dorothy that she was always the practical one, while Dorothy’s father was the dreamer, and just this once she wanted to follow a dream as a tribute to Sal.  Thankfully, Dorothy isn’t buying any of this, because Sophia is basically winging it on the spot.  Still, she assures Dorothy that they will all be fine.  After all, Pepe simply has to get in the ring for the gals to get a payday.  Very predictably, after this sentence, the girls learn that Pepe is missing.

Following a clue that they find in his room, the girls track Pepe to an old building where they hear beautiful music being played.  Upon further examination, they find Pepe practicing violin under the instruction of a teacher.  The boxer has some explaining to do.  Pepe does begin to explain, and in perfect English.  It seems he was putting on a bit of an act, and played dumb to let their assumptions about who he was take the lead.  He was afraid that if they knew he was an intelligent young man with an upcoming audition for Julliard, they wouldn’t put up the entrance fee for his match.  Wait, Sophia didn’t mention an entrance fee…oh well.  At any rate, Pepe assures the girls he will still fight, because he needs money himself for his education.  He also takes the opportunity to deliver a powerful monologue adapted from The Merchant of Venice (“Hath not a Cuban…).  Hey, he was also considering acting in case the music career didn’t work out.  His music instructor begs the girls to stop Pepe from fighting.  If his hands were injured, he might never be able to play violin so beautifully again.  Sorry, teach, but there’s no way that Sophia is letting him out of this match.

The girls are up late eating and thinking things through.  Sophia is worried that they are going to cave and tell Pepe not to fight.  Blanche tells a story of the dreams of a young man, who just happened to “turn gay” after being rejected by Blanche.  Dorothy attempts to explain that people do not become gay, but rather are gay (which is pretty damn progressive for the show, I should say), but Blanche still isn’t convinced.  Somehow though, she also comes up with a plan: Pepe should just throw the fight without ever throwing a punch.  Everyone will win; the girls will still get paid, and Pepe’s hands will be spared.  They agree to ask him to take a dive.

We cut to the match, where Kid Pepe is seated in his corner preparing to fight.  The girls arrive, and share their plan with Pepe.  He is reluctant to throw the fight at first, but eventually agrees.  There wasn’t much need, however, as Pepe is knocked out after only one punch to the head.

For our final scene, we arrive at the big day of Pepe’s Julliard audition before a panel of three judges.  His head is bandaged, but his hands are fine.  Unfortunately, he seems to have some memory loss from the head trauma and can’t remember how to play his audition piece.  Realizing that Pepe is about to miss out on his one and only shot for this, the girls throw him a prompt by mentioning that the judges won’t give him another chance because he’s Cuban.  Taking their lead, Pepe delivers his “Hath not a Cuban” speech and wins them all over, getting accepted into Julliard’s acting program.  Everyone gathers to congratulate the talented young man, including Sophia, who fakes some enthusiasm for his sake.

The End.

You know, lately I have been so distracted by ghostly, murderous dummies that I haven’t been giving Sophia’s devious schemes the attention they deserve.  Just two episodes ago, I suspect that she knocked off one of her elderly “friends” in an attempt stir up fear of mortality in her own daughter, and score a trip to Space Mountain.  Just last episode, she was attempting to weasel her way into a public arcane demonstration, and even seemingly disappeared from a magic box into the Void, summoning Bob Hope (and the evil Mr. Jangles) in her place.  And now we find that she has taken the life savings of her friends, and used those funds to purchase a Cuban man to send into battle for profit.  Thankfully it seems that things worked out for both the girls and Kid Pepe, but you know Sophia wasn’t being entirely truthful about the terms of the arrangement or the prize involved.  As far as the episode goes, this was another one that I liked well enough, but it was a bit too random and zany to keep me all that invested.  I also just can’t believe that anything from the boxer acquisition, to the terms of the match, to even the Julliard audition would actually occur in the manner depicted.  That being said, I liked the actor who played Kid Pepe, and there really were some solid jokes here.  I probably shouldn’t say this, but we watched the episode with our 11-year-old daughter, and she LOST IT at the joke about Stan needing to be naked to count to 21.  Not a bad effort, but this really wasn’t in the same league of the best episodes of the last two seasons.  I would give Fiddler on the Ropes a score of 3 poofy hairdos out of 5.

Be sure to stop back in tomorrow, when Jon will give us his take on The Angels Take Manhattan, the next episode of Doctor Who, and I’ll be back on Tuesday with a recap of Till Death Do We Volley, the next episode of The Golden Girls.  Until then, as always, thank you for being a friend, and for being One of Us!

[pastwinter]

there are some romantic plots below for each of my babes that i’m dying to write!! feel free to like this or shoot me a message if something catches your eye!

baek jinho | runaway manhwa artist | heterosexual | 24

a lil inspired by the truth untold by bts, i’d love!! a plot in which emotionally cautious jinho develops feelings for muse b ( a literal light! someone who really knows how to pull jinho out of her shell ) , and as is her habit, she keeps it all bottled in and hides it -- but! she’s awfully honest in her latest manhwa in which she depicts the protagonist finding the courage to admit her feelings, and it’s honestly so obvious!! that the love interest is a portrayal of muse b!! to everyone except muse b who has yet to read the manhwa ( or maybe they’re just oblivious ) . and maybe if we want to take it down the angsty route, muse b gets into a relationship with someone before jinho can confess her feelings?? 

ideally i’d like for muse b to have an outgoing personality seeing as jinho can lean towards reserved. age doesn’t matter so much really?? but she’s heterosexual, so muse b must be male.

jinho’s 24 and she has a little brother who’s 19, so anyone around that age she’ll label as a “ kid ” and dote on them like she would her brother so if anyone wants a classic “ i like you but you treat me like a child B(( ” plot, come at me!! and either gender could work here, but it’ll be angsty if your muse is a gal since jinho can’t return her feelings... and doesn’t that sound like fun : )))

“ you keep confessing your love for me and i keep turning you down bc i’m honestly scared out of my mind that i would ruin everything but good golly gosh you’re very persistent aren’t you?? and psh no this isn’t a date! i’m just humoring you bc i feel bad ( but we both know that’s a frikkin lie ) ”

lee gwangmin | youtuber | bisexual | 23

a second meeting with his first boyfriend!! bc while gwangmin cared for him deeply ( maybe even?? this guy was his first love?? ) , i can see the two having broken up bc gwangmin refused to acknowledge that his parents had an issue with his sexuality despite their uncomfortable words of support. he refused to talk about it and went to lengths to avoid having his parents and boyfriend around each other for extended periods of time, and that had to be frustrating!! and stressful considering this would have been around the time they’d be graduating/had just graduated high school. so maybe that’s why they broke up? 

the reason can always be discussed, but i’d love a second meeting in which both of them have grown up a little! and maybe confront the fact that gwangmin is STILL avoiding the problem.

also gimme a prickly pear who isn’t so prickly around gwangmin bc he’s such a wholesome sweetie pie and makes them feel so good about themselves and just!! happy in general!! and maybe they start to like him more than they should and gwangmin can tell but stays quiet bc... they’re so... CUTE when they’re trying to hide it!! and when it comes out on accident or they witness someone coming onto gwangmin and they get embarrassed and frightened of his reaction, he’s just grinning bc of course he likes them!!

y’all i’ll admit it right now -- i’m weak for cliche plots but who isn’t??

kim nari | professional dork singer | bisexual | 18-20

so my little ray of sunshine can be played during her time as a trainee or during her time as an idol 

so pretty pls gimme a sunbae-hoobae relationship that’s 90% platonic and mentor-like and 10% something more. but is that something more acknowledge?? not if you want to avoid scandals and secret relationships!!

but maybe... it DOES get acknowledged... and they gotta sneak around... but nari’s just debuted finally, and if it’s revealed she’s dating, that could be really bad for her... “ the timing might be bad but n o we’re not breaking up bc of a ‘ what if ’ ”

“ you’re that boy i ran away from back in middle school when you confessed to me and continued to avoid afterwards but now we’re older and dating isn’t so scary and you grew up to be incredibly handsome wow... also i’m so sorry ”

maybe said boy is a fellow idol?? a producer?? or she just runs into him by chance?? either way, it’ll be awkward for nari B ))

bc i’m weak for the idea ( and is it cliche?? MAYBE ) , consider your muse joining a show in which idols are paired with their “ ideal types, ” and nari just so happens to be on the show, too. now, this could go a few ways!

the producers are mistaken in pairing nari with your muse bc the two of them HATE each other!! but maybe not as much as they first thought.

they’re utterly smitten with each other... but they’re not paired together! they’re someone else’s ideal types, so do they pine and never act on their feelings or do some sneaking about without anyone knowing??

choi donghae | lost soul | bisexual | 20

you know what i’d love?? an angsty plot in which your muse assists donghae in moving on aka brings his murderer to justice before danbi has a chance to kill him and before he’s able to take another victim. and while it’s a happy moment bc he and his sister can finally be at peace, it’s bittersweet bc your muse sincerely cares for him

i’d also give my left shoe for a plot where donghae starts acting as your muse’s guardian angel bc he misses them and doesn’t know what else to do with his extra time and they eventually figure it out bc no one has THAT much good luck

and if we wanna go down the human!donghae route, gimme that classic “ bad boy/girl meets good boy ” but instead of corrupting donghae, he starts to rub off on them and that’s not good for their reputation, dude

choi danbi | bitter specter | bisexual | 20

" i’ve been pretending that i’m not dead by appearing to you when barely anyone is around but you ran into my mom and mentioned me and now you’re confused and shaking bc according to her, donghae and i are still missing, so i suppose i owe you some answers now ”

“ i saved you from getting mugged one time and it was very freaky and ghostly and now you’re purposely looking for me in random allies?? are you dumb??? and why is this so endearing to me?? ”

and for human!danbi, how about a rival athlete who she Hates but kissed one time when she was tipsy and now... now she hates them even MORE bc they won’t let her forget about it!!

son daehyun | grim reaper | heterosexual | o l d... but looks 28

before i even start, let me point out that daehyun is based upon the grim reapers from tvn’s goblin, but he’s part of a unit who specializes in finding the souls who were never allowed to move on

so... how about he's assigned to find a soul who was supposed to die YEARS ago, but narrowly avoided death through a miracle only a greater being could have caused and like... he’s gotta keep an eye on her bc she shouldn’t even exist but there’s no way that he can reap her when she’s living her life! but every time she find herself about to die, daehyun is there against his better judgement to save her until he’s too late 

but maybe... she finds their way back to him bc she refuses to let go of their memories :’ ))

and gimme senior reaper dae having to show this rookie reaper the ropes and he’s trying to act all tough and cool for her, and while it’s so obvious how soft he really is, the rookie lets dae do his thing bc it’s cute. and she tells him so -- and dae is flabbergasted 

“ cute?? me??? nO i’m not blushing shut up ” 

son soojin | old soul | pansexual | technically old as heck but 26 in this life

lil info before we begin -- soojin is a reincarnated soul who chose to keep her memories in hopes of being reunited with her lover one day

what if… her lover was actually an immortal being of some sort?? and they’ve been sad bc they’ve gone all this time thinking they’d never see her again but wait!! it’s her!! she just has a different face bc reincarnation is apparently a thing!!

or similarly – they were broken up about her death but it’s been centuries, dude… they’re Over It and have moved on and are in love without someone else. sucks to be soojin.

oR soojin’s fallen in love with someone in this life, maybe even contemplating marriage when who is that she stumbles upon?? her lover from her first life?? well fRIK

O R soojin finds her lover, they don’t recognize her bc she has a different face, and she withholds who she really is bc they seem so… happy with their s/o. happy without her. and maybe it’s time she lets them go bUT WAIT A SECOND THERE SHE SLIPS UP and says something only SHE would have known/said!! her cover’s blown!! uh oh : )))

and now just some general scenarios i’d love to see!!

polyships pls and thanks!! gwangmin and nari are one cute duo or could be paired separately with two other muses, as well as most of my other muses -- the only ones i don’t think would be up for it ( or at the very least be very difficult to convince ) would be jinho bc she's so wary of relationships to begin with and daehyun.

but give me the cute first date, the cuddling and kisses and before that, the proposition of dating each other. give me the angst where one thinks the other two don’t like them as much as they do each other. give me breaking up just to get back together bc it being just two of them doesn’t feel right anymore.

any sort of fan meets their idol plot! i’m Weak for them

also... baby plots. single parent starts dating again plots. gimme some kids and the difficulties and all the cute moments :’ )))

“ i’ve got a tough/cold image but i’m soft for you ” plots!!