#Shes so incredible o my gosh

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

What did Madeleine do to sing Elsa's song like that. O my goodness. Her voice throughout that entire song has me shaking. She sounds so haunted. It sounds haunting. Like a ghost creeping over your floorboards and a picture frame you can't get rid of and the way your ribcage creaks at night under the weight of your broken heart. How.

[gangplanksorenji]

Kinknuary Day 20: Choking

Pairing: ITZY Yeji  x Male Reader

Word Count: 5,582

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“Going somewhere, huh?”

“Don’t talk to me.”

She’s a killer and a villain—those eyes strike daggers towards you to distance yourself away from her because if you don’t, then you’ll feel her wrath and you’re not going to like it. Stuck on an elevator, she seem repugnant about your demeanor, more so, your existence—you weren’t even lying onto that line but you guess that’s just how she judges you, and you’re in power to influence her with that as one word that comes out of your mouth is just drawing yourself closer to hell.

Of course, you love the risk and you’ll break it apart from her, no matter what happens.

“I don’t know why you are acting like this, Yeji?”

“And why the fuck are you even here?” Yeji retorts, laced with venom as her fierce eyes glared at you, making you pique your interest about her even more.

“I’ll attend a party, that’s why and you can’t stop me, Yeji.”

“I don’t fucking care—go on and just don’t be near me.” You can sense how she really despises you and it’s all going well according to plan—even though you know how she truly doesn’t like your presence, you can sense how it’s maybe a faux demeanor of hers and it’s a strong one. Maybe it’s just your way of clothing that she intensely disgusts because you caught her in the act—her eyes really lit up once she saw your body and you could only think of how she’s thirsty for you but of course, she needs to act tough because she’s always been like that.

“You know and probably, everybody knows in this company how I always like riding in elevators alone, unless it’s the specific people I want in and your stubborn brain probably didn’t know this, don’t you?” Yeji remarks and slaps you with what she’s entitled to and of course, you brush those off because the world doesn’t always go on her path, even luck not even lying on her side as always.

“I’m not stubborn and that’s not how it always works, Yeji—” Your choice of words infuriates her as she glares at you, her rage unable to be contained further as she lashes out how she’s so ungrateful to be in the same, compact space with her and god, you just want to shut that bratty mouth of hers.

“You shut the fuck up and listen—my dad is the C—E—fucking—O of this company and you wouldn’t dare to—oh!” The both of you yelp in response as the elevator thuds a little, knowing something’s off and that hint of anxiety kicking in because of the fear coursing down your veins.

“Fuck, we’re stuck in the elevator—oh no…”

“Yeah no shit, smarthead…” Yeji chides as the latter is filled with sarcasm, feeling uneasy as she doesn’t want to be late to the party upstairs and quickly contacts the emergency services but with an expected response, they wouldn’t meet Yeji’s complaints as you laugh because of her immediate panic and struggles.

“Twenty minutes? You’re joking, right? But please, can you just be quick cause’ I don’t want to die here because of suffocation! I’m telling this to my daddy!!”

You know that she’s over exaggerating and selfish, in all means because first of all: elevators are ventilated and you neither of you will suffocate because of this and second of all, she should’ve expected the slow service and just be patient, not acting like a goddamn brat just because of her connections and nepotism—god, you really hate her but you can’t lie, you find her incredibly hot and pretty that you just want to teach her a lesson that will sure make her a different person once you’re done with her but that would be settling on your imagination, for now.

“Stop over exaggerating Yeji, we will be fine here—”

“Shut up, loser! If it weren’t for you, this wouldn’t happen! You’re such a walking bad luck, argh, gosh!” Of course, Yeji would always respond like her anger is boiling through the roof and holding a deep grudge against you—you barely know each other and she’s acting like a psychotic freak who's always thinking for herself and you, will change that.

“You know your whining wouldn’t help anything, Yeji.” You feign a little concern over her, knowing that having a calm disposition and being completely composed would make both of your minds in a better state but because of her stubbornness and the unwilling act towards your suggestions, it will just put some salt onto the wound as she whines more because of you and how she detests you.

“Just shut the fuck up—-hah, god…” Yeji rests her head onto the metal walls, feeling defeated as being stuck in an elevator are one of the last few things she wants to see and she’s not really having it. You know with the complete silence of hers, marks something that there’s something unorthodox happening in her—you could catch her taking a glimpse of your body and maybe even your crotch but she wouldn’t mind even interacting seductively towards you and you don’t mind it because time will tell about each other’s fate.

Well, maybe the stars are aligning and something’s swerving inside her—she’s being unorthodox as something disturbing the force—

“Props to you though, you have a nice body…” Yeji catches you off-guard, averting her eyes towards you as she presents a coy demeanor with her faint smirks from time to time. You don’t know what got into her but you wouldn’t complain, and it’s drawing herself closer to your plan and you’re absolutely loving where this may go but of course, you need to fake your demeanor and won’t switch up easily.

“And what got into you, Yeji?”

“Oh, come on. I know I acted like a bitch earlier and I apologize for that—” Yeji inches closer towards you, her strong, floral scent nudging against your nose as you can feel the heat emanating from her, captivating you even more but you fight against that urge of yours, for now. “—won’t you wanna have some fun for now?”

She’s clearly alluring you towards something you’re probably oblivious of—of course, your clever mind isn’t nowhere near that, and you know where this will end as your cognizant mind will take this as a golden opportunity for your deepest desires.

“Is this the way you really want to kill time, Yeji?” There’s no frivolous disposition that can be seen on your face as you’re faking your disbelief against her suggestive propositions. 

“Then what other way can you think of, hm?” You shrug, clueless about what could be the answer of your own question as she proves her point even further. “See? Nothing.I mean, we’re going to be stuck here for a while so…” Yeji inches closer towards you, feeling her hot, minty breath brushing against your nose as she smiles at you like a vixen, seducing with her sultry tone and her dainty fingers tracing circles at your chest. “Shall we have some fun?”

As much as you want to deny her, Yeji herself exudes such exuberance and hotness that you can’t resist—mostly her calm yet enthusiastic approach made for your decision and her beauty is beyond exceptional on your own books and you would love to get that fun with her, or rather, in her.

“You know—I know how you want to fuck me with those eyes. I can sense them, hm…” Her fingers run onto the hem of your sleeves up to your collar, subtly teasing you as her voice makes you melt and fall under her spell. “Maybe it’s time for a test, you know?”

You mock her, intimidating her as she just smiles with your constant rants, knowing that you’ll fall into the abyss of desires soon and you can sense it in her eyes, that’s why you want to play. “Do you think that’s going to work, Yeji? Oh please, make me~”

“You’ll see…” Yeji’s taunting gaze sends you into a state of captivation, where butterflies seemingly take over your stomach, making you fall for her attractive advances towards you and there’s no way in this world you’ll ever find herself unable to allure you. You know she’s growing impatient once she knelt down hurriedly and looked up at you, with a smirk as she’s about to be delighted with a treat that she’s been longing for. 

“You don’t mind this, don’t you?”

“Well, do your thing, Yeji—it’s like I can stop you from here.”

Yeji scoffs as her hubris intimidates you, knowing how you’ll easily bite into her trap and your words laced with sincerity. “Glad you knew that.”

Not going to play with such golden time, she treasures every second and gives you a sinister smirk before tugging your pants and unbuttoning it, deftly enough before you could even comprehend what she’s been really doing to you. Yeji’s hands swiftly caressed its way to your thighs, making your little member grow enraged, filling it with lust as she eyes on it like its prey, her voracious needs only clouded her mind to slobber all over it and savor every second of tasting it. “You know you made me this stressed? Then, I guess I’ll need to find a way to de-stress myself using you.”

Without uttering a single word anymore, she swiftly brings your boxers down to your ankles as she’s flummoxed with your erected-length, almost hitting her in the face. Her pupils gradually dilated, her eyelids fluttering as she’s attracted to the musky scent of your shaft and the incredible length on it and with her curiosity peaking, she brought her hands around the base of it and stroked it slowly. Her touch brings you down onto your knees (figuratively) as the coldness of it breaks the heated atmosphere that has been emanating because of such suggestive actions.

“You know, let me share one thing about me.” Yeji flickered her tongue against your sensitive head, tasting only a hint of you as she never broke her intimidating façade, making your ears piqued onto listening to only her. “I like choking on a good fucking cock like this, hmmm—mwah, this is so perfect to look at and god, you know how I’ve wanting this for a long time now…”

She does love choking on a good fucking cock like yours, moreso, sucking it as her lips peppered kisses all over the vicinity of your shaft, not leaving any area untouched with her soft, plump flesh. You can bet her lipstick stains will stay onto the base of your shaft for later, and you’re just anticipating that because she’s nearing her way there, now taking a desirable length of your dick inside her slutty mouth.

Even though she’s clouding your mind with the stupendous work of her vacuum of a godlike mouth, you can’t help but think on why her demeanor suddenly changed. You know it has to be the unbearable boredom or she saw something in you that she became starved—yes, your goddamn crotch was her weakness and it wasn’t even hard for that to be not obvious. Her constant eyeing and lip bites was just enough for a strong evidence of hungers towards you and you just can’t believe how everything escalated quickly right now—you just can’t believe the fact that the C.E.O’s daughter is basically giving you mind-boggling blowjob at an elevator and the best you can do is to savor every second on what her lips can muster.

“So hungry for my cock, hm?”

Yeji constantly slurps on your succulent shaft as it took her a second to respond, too concentrated on sucking you off and giving you the most intense pleasure of all time. “Yeah—no shit why I slurped so hard on this delicious dick of yours.” 

She continues her oral masterclass with more bobs as she takes you halfway in, slurping onto your length like it’s a delicious meal. She then grabs your hips for a better leverage on sucking you off and without anymore foreplay, it is time for the main event on why she even got into this mess in the first place. Constant bobbing ensues as the pace escalates ridiculously, you moaning in delight as you get to experience such fine pleasure from the beautiful orange-headed girl in front of you and you couldn’t really ask for more now. The hollowing suction of her cheeks tends to really make you feeble, pairing it alongside her talented mouth slobbering all over your shaft and making a filthy mess with her copious amounts of drool. You already knew how she loved the living fuck out of your cock when saliva inevitably seeps out of her mouth and lathering everything it meets around the vicinity and with that sight alone, is extremely arousing in levels you can’t even comprehend—add up the mascara running down her cheeks due to her tears running down because of her aggressive actions on your shaft, pushing herself over the limits.

You know Yeji won’t have enough nor even bother speaking at you when your addictive length is over her sight, ready for her slobber on and wanting her to pull out and give herself a breather, you mock her about how she’s not taking you whole and how she can do better than this. Everything that's happening right now is going well just according to your plan and you can’t wait for her to get baited to your trap as it’s just meters away from a surprise you wanted her to take.

“You know how I need to fucking taste every inch of you first, isn’t that ri—mmfh—mfh!!”

“Just shut the fuck up and choke on my cock, Yeji.” You know you can’t bear her talkative mouth to be all over the place, constantly ringing around ear when you can shut her up with a heartbeat, or rather, your entire length curried inside her slutty throat. You catch her off-guard with your actions but she doesn't complain but rather, further pushes herself more until her sharp nose is buried onto your pelvis, deepthroating you with hints of ease and struggles because of her constant gags.

Her iron will to penetrate herself deeper using her throat is phenomenal, and rather gave you the best oral service you’ve ever had as she bobbed her head furiously on your shaft, signaling her starvation onto it like it’s her favorite popsicle—this will be definitely her favorite popsicle to suck on, knowing how she’s enlightened on how succulent it is. She alternates between breakneck bobs up to five-second deepthroats which make you moan in need and your member throbbing violently because of its tightness.

She definitely loves choking on a good cock, she really does and this is just getting started.

“Fuck—your d-dick, it’s incredibly delicious—hmm, mwah, I l-love it…” Yeji continues to suck on your swollen slit, lapping the leaking precum coming out of it as her vixen eyes averted towards you, probably proposing to you something that you wouldn’t deny. “Give me your phone, quick.”

You can’t really comprehend what the hell is going through her right now—

“Come on, give me your phone! I don’t have all day…”

Well, you know what’s going to happen now and you would love to have a bad bitch like her to be just a call away on your contacts. Pulling your phone from the pockets inside your long sleeve suit, you quickly gave it to her as she grabbed it swiftly, going to your phone log and typing her number with a single hand and honestly, you’re impressed with her multitasking as it’s difficult to avert your attention onto two different things and giving them equal attention. You can clearly see the dexterity of her fingers as tapped the numbers correctly (probably) as she’s still ensuing a great pace with her other hand gripping your hips for the best leverage.

“Here you go…” Yeji then gives your phone back to you as you insert it in your pocket yet you’re in utter shock at what she just did and decided to really ask her about how worthy you are to save her number on your phone.

“But w-why? Didn’t you hate me for just breathing earlier?”

Yeji, again, didn’t respond attentively as she’s occupied in both ways: her mouth and her brain all averted onto her oral masterclass as after a few more bobs, she pulls her incredible suction of your constantly throbbing member, preparing herself to answer your profound question.

“This cock…” Yeji gives your length leisure strokes as you subtly moan in response, her hands really giving the paramount of pleasure as she continues her hand work all over your member. “Is my type, and you’re actually cute, honestly—I don’t know, should’ve not judged you that harshly earlier if you’re treating me this fucking beast.” She slaps her face with your rock-hard shaft as she continues her oral session with no time to waste. With an incredible pace already being ensued by her skillful mouth, you can’t help but just indulge to the gratification that she’s giving and to further make it worse, she doubled the time of her deepthroats between mind-boggling bobs, which completely makes you lose your own mind—most likely, in the verge of it but you’re doing your utter best to fight against it.

Knowing how close you can be with your member constantly throbbing onto her tight, pleasurable mouth, Yeji knows how she can make this mess a lot more filthier than what she has already done, further setting you up onto an arousing sight that will never forget.

“Why don’t you fuck my face to add up the mess, hm?” Yeji seduces you with her sultry voice as she lures you in to your deepest, lustful desires of filthiness and thinking about it, makes you even want to dive in to your temptations—you’re already given this golden opportunity, and it’s up to you to take it.

You should take it, you’re not going to lose anything about this but have everything to win it all—“Then I’ll fuck your goddamn face, Yeji—”

She gags on the spot as it comes with another one, constantly struggling with your entire length shoved down her throat as she encourages you even go rougher and with the given green light, you let the feral beast inside you go berserk.

You grab onto her orange locks, pulling it to form some makeshift-pigtails and further gave it all—you can find your hips ensuing a velocity that you thought you could never muster, as it goes rough on her mouth, pounding it like it’s going to be your last. This definitely wouldn’t be your last, and this will be your introduction to her own world as you continue thrusting into her mouth in full force, her constant sounds of her gags becoming apparent that it resonates around the elevator—you just hope no one would hear the profanities and sin the both of you are moaning about. You can see the filthy mess that has been all throughout her beautiful visage as the once fierce and modest vixen was now degraded into a perfect, sullied mess and it’s just the best thing to lay your eyes upon.

“You want to fucking choke on it? Then fucking choke it, Yeji. This slutty mouth is so tight I’ll pound this until your throat becomes sore, do you understand?” Yeji could only nod as your rampant thrusts makes her yelp because of your rough treatment—you know how much she loves this as the lustful glint in her eyes says a lot, now being converted to tears that adds up to the ruined mess that further ignites the heat of the sinful atmosphere. It wouldn’t be that long before your reservoir comes into a breaking point—you could feel yourself closing in and there’s no better way to end this on a complete filthy mess of a Hwang Yeji, on her knees, begging for your damn load to be deposited deep in her throat.

“Going to cum—you better take it all, Yeji—” She just constantly gags as the concoction of different, indistinguishable liquids are just all over the place sets up the most arousing part yet. You bury her nose into pelvis again, your balls pressed onto her chin as you unload everything you got, to the point of no-return and god, you’re just in heaven because of how enchanting this experience is.

Surprising enough, she takes it all as every spurt that shoots down on her walls makes her yelp in warmth but she fights to the urge of pulling out, not wanting to disappoint you in any means. She knows what she’s up to and a masterclass of her act, as she shows the abundance of your thick, warm semen at her tongue and suddenly, with two gulps, it all faded away from your sight within a blink of an eye, all stored for her to be savored by her stomach.

“God—that’s fucking delicious, not gonna lie to you, shit…” Yeji, still perplexed by what just happened, continues to compliment the taste of your seed as you smile because of it, your confidence now going over the roof. She smiles in return because of your harsh treatment on her mouth, loving every second she chokes and gags onto your whole length as she wants more of it but sadly, all great things won’t last for an eternity, meeting its painful demise as surprisingly, the elevator can now be felt working finally as you feel the both of you going up.

Now cleaning both of yourselves up, you prepare and make yourself presentable because of a freaky session the both of you went into by Yeji as she breaks the awkward silence. “Aren’t you going to join a party?”

“Nah, I was kidding earlier—I’m actually going to just meet someone way up the building but I guess we got stuck here so… yeah.���

Yeji nods as she further wipes her tears with some tissues, the elevator can be heard by a single ding, marking the arrival of her destination.

“I guess this marks the end of our meeting, hm?”

“I guess so…” You scoff as Yeji scouts herself out of the elevator but before she does so, she leaves words for you for further reassurance.

“I’m not done with you, meet me at the ground floor at 11 P.M. You better be there because I need to know you more, baby.”

And there, your heart beats unexplainably fast before the elevator doors close and you could just see her scrumptious frame swaying, walking like a model of your dreams and god, what a fucking experience you dived yourself into and it all feels like a damn dream…

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“Didn’t really miss my call, hm—ohh…”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

You continue peppering her neck with kisses that further ignites the heat of the atmosphere around, making everything a runback on what happened earlier but this is way better and more intimate than ever before. Yes, this was just the girl who despised your existence earlier and is now equally naked as you are, sharing such intimate kisses and filthy talks meant to arouse the both of you, up to the roof.

“Was really hesitating at first but—” Your soft pecks releases the sultriest moans from her lips, voicing out how incredibly skilled you are with your lips and how you can make her feel good, yet you continue, “—I know how genuine your tone is, and probably, wishing for chance…”

Yeji looks at your eyes, endeared but full of lust as she speaks at you, “And that chance is fulfilled right now…”.

This is just phenomenal, no matter what you say. You still can’t fathom how this is real but you’re not complaining at any means but rather, cherish every second that passes with this beautiful woman. Now, with Yeji pulling herself out of your lips’ warm embrace, she can’t contain her primal urges anymore and with the scrumptious sight of her, the feelings are just mutual as she breaks another silence—“Fuck me now, baby. Show me what you got.”

Giving her a faint smile and then a smirk, you then let her lie down on the bed as she rests on but then, you got to know how she really wanted it as you want to treat her roughly but in her own accord. “I want it from behind, baby—where you can see everything you want to see~”

You never expected Yeji to lay such a perfect invitation for you, her lazy, sultry voice alongside her momentary alluring moves towards you just makes your heart be captivated and you can’t ask for more with that. With her constant wringing of her ass for you to further fall onto your deepest temptations, you brushed your full-erected cock onto the heat of her core, teasing her with a pace similar to being stagnant in which she whines because of your leisure actions.

“Don’t tease me, baby—I want it all rough inside me—please, ohh…”

As much as you want to do the opposite, the thought of being rough towards Yeji is turning you on so much that you could imagine all of the possible ways to really sully her into oblivion. That wouldn’t lay onto the cloud of thoughts as soon as you place both of your hands on her hips, caressing them to further absorb that lustful energy she’s emanating by her constant sways and within a second, it all went onto the state of utter bliss.

Like what Yeji said from the beginning, she wanted it rough with you then you’ll have it that way as your hips ensued such a ruthless pace, not giving her a breather as you caught her off-guard, constantly whimpering with your whole length ravaging her velvety walls without a break. Of course, you’re merciful, you won’t commit at such a ridiculous pace enough to break her but with her complete wetness, it didn’t become a struggle to pound her yet her inevitable tightness would like to have a talk, constant gripping on your shaft like it wouldn’t let go.

“You’re fucking t-tight, Yeji—god!”

“And you’re fucking big i-inside—ahh, m-me—but fuck me anyways!!”

Of course you will, as you completely disassemble her tough, bitchy demeanor into a state of submissiveness, further oscillating your hips onto a constant rampage of ruthless thrusts that makes both parties succumb onto their deepest desires—all committed onto the most sinful act possible in mankind. Her moans became orchestrated to the point it became a subsequent noise that’s music to your ears and it’s just making your arousal skyrocket up to the sky. With her buttcheeks constantly getting shaken like an earthquake because of such powerful magnitudes of your thrusts, you compose a proposition that will make everything elevated: slapping the porcelain skin of her butt would probably ignite the lust even more, and you did just that. Yeji loves how you’re going rough on her backside as the constant clashing of bodies denounce the deepest sinful act the both of you could possibly be into and she further encourages you for more but something’s breaking the lustful noise with her profound wants.

“Gosh—ahh, fuck! Choke m-me while you’re—gahh, f-fucking me, please! Fucking c-choke me—oh my god!!”

You saw that coming and thought she would actually forget about that because of your length constantly ramming her tight cunt which makes her brain go haywire and would only think of your constantly-rough treatment. You never knew a girl like Yeji would be into such a wild fetish and you can’t blame her for that—the fact that she treated your cock in her mouth earlier all sloppily and ruthless says the fact that both feelings are mutual, again.

With her wants all over the way, she didn’t even bother to talk as you fulfill her request, further pounding into her tightness while wrapping your hand almost around her neck with your palm onto her nape, further igniting the lustful asphyxiation that she’s been into. Her moans now are becoming broken because of the lack of oxygen as the thrill turns Yeji on, more than what you could expect and guess what, it’s maybe evident that it’s one of her real fetishes. You can find her tight cunt constricting around your rapid length as the utmost stimulation and lack of breath is overloading her senses, between the risky play of life and death coming to play as she moans erotically because of your actions. You don’t want a beautiful girl laying down unconscious as with her constant swears, you let go of your tight grip around her neck as she catches her breath as soon as you let her airflow be present again.

Formulating the right ways to make her arousal go up in the sky, you alternate your hands on spanking her buttcheeks and choking her neck, the play of her fetishes finally making the experience of sex more elevated, her subsequent moans letting you know how much she loves it. You could really feel the utter wetness that has been seeping out of her core right now, forming rivulets of her own juices and coating what it can around the vicinity—might as well change her bed sheets because Yeji wouldn’t help sleeping on a wet bed mostly because of her. Because of your ridiculous pace and your rough treatment towards her, Yeji can’t help raise the volume of her angelic moans and soon enough, her highly-anticipated high.

“Oh my g-god—choke m-me, baby—I wanna f-fucking cum while—you, ahh—choke m-me!!”

Then you’ll fulfill her needs because she’s the star of this show, and you’ll do whatever she requests you to do. You maintain your firm grip around her neck as your other hand grabs her hips, opting for a great leverage onto chasing her own high, ravaging her tight pussy like it’s her last. With your harsh onslaughts of ramming thrusts, it wouldn’t take long before she reaches her desired peak, coming closer to the promised land and then letting out series of sultry profanities—

“Fuck—I’m g-gonna c-cum, baby!!”

With the constant pulsation of her cunt, you know her high is approaching a near velocity as you gave her the final thrusts she deserves. Yeji, not minding her orgasm from breaking her apart, wants you to continue ravaging her pussy even though she’s in the ascending state of bliss, so euphoric that she can’t be arsed to think about anything but her orgasmic trance. You do as she says so and god, she’s climaxing hard, multiple streams of her own nectar flowing out around your constantly-ramming length as she screams in delight, further closing herself towards peak gratification.

“I know y-you’re going to cum s-soon—please—ahh, c-cum inside me—oh god, fuck!!”

She knows how close you are as she helps you to reach your own anticipated high, further fucking her scrumptious frame onto your raging length until it’s all too much to handle and you could only succumb onto the inevitable fate of your own orgasm. Releasing the grip around her neck, you gently grabbed her perky mounds and fondled it, making her whimper in need as you bury your entire length in her, filling her up to the hilt with multiple spurts of your creamy mess, painting every inch of her hugging walls white. You groan because of the intense pleasure coursing down your veins, every thrust opting to extend your orgasm as she’s too insatiable for you to stop yet your mind does so, inevitably slowing down your hips as your orgasmic trance is now meeting its demise, and you, utterly enervated and feeling euphoric. You slowly pull out of her as your member is getting flaccid, admiring the mess you’ve made between her snug hole as you feel like you’re in heaven right now and, god, this is splendid.

“You came a lot, baby~” Yeji is in subtle awe as she looks at the cum-filled mess you’ve deposited inside her but then, worry settles in and Yeji being clever, reassures you that everything’s going to be alright.

“You’re fine, baby—I’m safe today…” Yeji then grabs your muscular arms, pulling you into a torrid kiss as she savors the taste of you, making sure that both parties will be elevated into utmost affection and endearment. You then pull out right after as you admire her beautiful visage, every feature making you in awe as she’s the epitome of perfection and you couldn’t ask for more.

“God—I just can’t get enough of you, Yeji…”

“And I can’t, either.” You continue peppering her with kisses as you worship her neck with multiple pecks, making her subtly moan as she voices out her satisfaction with almost-inaudible moans. “You can sleep with me here, for the night—I need to know you more…”

You scoff as you're in utter shock, not knowing that it will end up like this—you may have or have not expected this outcome, to be honest—but nonetheless, you’ll take it. Yeji then gets up from her previous lying position, legs still a little wobbly as you wanted to help but she didn’t insist on it, letting you know that she can do it on her own yet you can hear her voice, calling you out and presenting another proposition.

“Another round in the showers? There’s plenty of room here, baby~”

And maybe you’ll end this stupendous day with another load buried deep inside her cunt—

[reallyromealone]

Ganon omegaverse 2 baybee

Fluff, male reader, omegaverse, made up Hyrule lore, mentions of the Oracle's as I have been playing seasons and ages again as they're the best Zelda games fight me

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(name) was in awe as he looked at gerudo valley, the endless sand dunes and the hot sun as they took a break at the Kara Kara Bazaar "we prepared clothes for you, the weather's aren't as fair as they are in the castle" Ganon said smoothly as one of the guards presented him with clothes.

Omegas were treated the same as women in Geredo town, many omegas saught refuge there and were welcomed, so it made sense that omegas wore similar clothes as the gerudo people "uberosa has graciously offered to help you in any way" Ganon said and (name) nodded as he was led to the small inn, the Gerudo who ran the Inn bowing to their king "Sav'aaq...my mate needs a place to change his clothes, could we perhaps use a room?" Ganon was calm and kind to his people who nodded "o-of course! It would be our honor!" One said and they were led to a large bedroom "Sarqso" Ganon said and (name) said a soft thank you with a curtsy to them much to their suprise.

"Uberosa can help you change as needed...I'll be outside" Ganon said smoothly and (name) nodded, the trip had been a bit of a blur so far.

"Did you know of the engagement?" Uberosa asked casually as she helped him clasp anything and adjust, when needed "I wish I did... I-I don't know why my sister would keep something like that...not just from me but from everyone-- aside from betraying me she could have caused /war/"

"The pain it would cause both our people... it's selfish of her" he said and Uberosa was quite shocked, so far the Omega seemed dainty and like many omegas in upper class status but to hear him openly call the Queen selfish /and/ think of not just his people but the Gerudo was quite refreshing.

"I formally apologize for my sister's negligence" (name) bowed to the Gerudo who pulled him up "Fret not little Omega, you are not responsible for your sisters actions"

"I just hope I can make a good impression with your people"

"/Our/"

"Hm?"

"You are mates to my brother, you too are a Gerudo"

"Wait-- you're his sister?" (Name) whispered in awe "you're my sister in law?"

"I am" she smiled softly at his look if awe "A-and you do combat? That's so cool! Zelda knew how to use a sword but I wasn't allowed because I was an Omega, gosh I have so much to learn about the Gerudo people!"

Uberosa found the smaller Omega (compared to her any Hylian was tiny) quite fascinating as she helped him finish up, dressed in lovely Gerudo clothes, the poor Omega fitting in their more teen sizes.

"Fit like a Gerudo" Ganon said smiling as he could see (name) beam from behind the delicate silk that covered his mouth "you think? It's so much more light weight than Hylian clothes" he said happily and Ganon led him back to the carriage "you look wonderful".

The valley was vast as Ganon pointed out things in the far distances, landmarks and such "that is the temple though it's far to dangerous to go into at the moment" he explained and (name) nodded, fully paying attention as he looked at where the other pointed. Ganon found his curiosity precious and was incredibly pleased his mate loved the valley as much as he did "this will be your home, so it's best you know things about it that aren't from books" he looked at (name)s outfit, enjoying the sight of his exposed stomach and knew (name) was sneaking glances at him, the male Gerudo clothes showing his muscles fully and he could faintly smell the attraction from the other who desperately tried to hide his scent.

"Welcome to Gerudo town" he said as they stopped before the sandstone walls that hid the large city, Ganon stepping out as the door opened to help the Omega out and smiling internally at the look of awe on his face "better than the books?"

"Far..." The hot sand slid slightly against his flats, the hot desert Sun like no other but he was giddy none the less.

Between the sandstone buildings were vibrant shades of colored fabrics as stalls lined the townsquare, merchants selling their wares and the sound of water from the stream running through the city. He felt his body shake in excitement and eyes looked around with wonder "you live here?"

"We live here" Ganon said to the other who flushed slightly "we can give you a tour of the town tomorrow, for now we should get you settled in yes?"

The rooms were grand, soft looking blankets and pillows adorned the room he was led to as windows looked out the endless cast desert "I prepared you a room of your own, I didn't want you to feel pressured sharing quarters with me just yet" (name) chirped at his kindness as Ganon took his hands in his own and gently kissed the knuckles "I will leave you to settle"

When night rolled around, (name) had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he gazed through the large windows of his room, the valley was beautiful at night as stars littered the sky like flecks of paint... It was like nothing he had seen before at the castle. It was colder too, the Omega shivering slightly under the thick blanket "troubles sleeping?" (Name) turned around to see Ganon dressed in a Bastian shirt and dark pants and shoes.

"It's pretty..." Was all (name) said as his fiance walked to where he was and (name) reached out "care to join me?"

The two couldn't understand their attraction to one another, it was predestined for centuries but it felt like the stars aligned in their favor.

"Absolutely"

(Name) let himself be sat in ganons lap as they looked at the stars, (name) pointing to the constellations that were not able to be seen from Hyrule Castle, what he learned in his books coming in handy as he spoke "that is the constellation for din, it's said the star shines brighter when a season changes" he explained and Ganon hummed "in Hyrule, we could only see farores... What do you think the Oracle's were like?"

"I was told that Din was a traveller, a Nomad one could say... She was one of the first to settle in Gerudo valley..." Ganon said softly, holding pride in his people "it's said nayru still lives, she travels through time and visits periods and watches over to make sure time stays right"

"And farore?"

"None is known about her but it's said she travelled to ta neighboring kingdom and lived in a tree not unlike our Deku tree" ganons voice was soothing as (name) settled in his chest, the smell of spices and honey comforting him as his eyes slipped shut, enjoying the sweet words his fiance spoke.

Ganon stopped speaking when he felt (name) slump, smiling at the Omega who was sleeping so gently against him.

He was truly made for him.

[bbangi]

Comfort Food

Hailee Steinfeld × Actress!Fem!Reader

Summery: You had a really rough day and didn't expect your girlfriend to make your comfort dish at home.

" Lee? I am home!! " You said like if you were in a sitcom, even though you were tired, you would never let Hailee know it.

" Oh, Hi Babe! " Hailee excitedly said, appearing in the kitchen's door frame. You quickly noticed that her hands were covered by gloves that looked sticky.

" What are you doing there? Must I worry about you and the fire's relationship? " You said chuckling as Hailee's expression went from excitedly to playfully offended.

" You must not! I am not using fire, " She said and quickly got back to the kitchen.

You made your way to the kitchen to try and soy on Hailee, but she was quicker than you using her well-known Spider 6th sense.

" Don't come in here now! Go take a shower, then you can come back and eat. "

" Ok ok spider girl, imma take a shower," you said, giving up and starting your way totally he bathroom " Don't burn the kitchen down!! " You screamed at her.

" I will not chef! " She screamed back.

Hailee was too invested in doing whatever she was cooking for, noticing you getting back into the kitchen after a relaxing shower and going right behind her.

" Whatcha doin' baby monster? " You ask, scaring her while scanning the table. Spam, two bowls of white rice with a brown sauce in it and two fried eggs.

" Hey! What are you doing here??? You're not supposed to enter until I say so! " She says, putting her hands on your eyes. " Go to the table, I'm almost finished "

Y/N waited for about 10 minutes. That was when Hailee came to the table with two bowls of spam poke and chopsticks. You could not lie. You were really surprised, Hailee it's not someone you can trust in the kitchen but this... this looks amazing and tasty.

" Florence told me about your day, Love," Hailee said in the sweetest voice you've ever heard coming from her. " So I am here to help you this night, please enjoy your favorite meal! "

" O-oh my god, thank you so much Lee. I love you " You said in shock and gave her a quick peck on the lips before you dived on the food.

" My Gosh Hailee! This is incredible! " You said with your mouth full.

" Really!? " And now you busted her ego " I think I have the talent for the kitchen you know? " She said with a sly smirk on her face.

" I think you should stay in front of the cameras my love "

" I agree, never doing this again. Unless is for you. I love you "

" I love you too, thank you so much Babe "

[yanderend]

All Yandere's reactions when you hug them!

Requested by an anon (well, sorta...)

— The Detective

As far as Charlie's concerned, your hug came out of nowhere! He knew he was successful in you starting to feel more comfortable with him— but wasn't expecting this!

His initial response is to push you off, out of shock and embarrassment.

Seeing your face, all affectionate and smiley makes his heart race, and he's not quite sure what to do! Usually he's the one trying to render you blushy.

What can I say? Cuddles make him feel soft!

Quickly, he pulls you back into the hug, this time holding you so tight you can barely breathe.

'Don't you dare share this with anyone, okay? You know what'll happen...'

He speaks with his usual malice, but it's a little less threatening than he'd like when you can feel the heat burning from his cheeks.

— The Childhood Friend

· Eli never knew how much she missed the feeling of a good, long hug. You two have almost always been fine with physical touch, but after her spiral you seemed to become a bit more wary— and she hated that!

So, oh boy is she happy to have you finally be physical with her again!

Your hug might result in a few tears, as she holds you tight and shakes with happiness.

'I- I thought you hated me...' She sobs, nuzzling into your neck. 'Please never stop again... Don't let go.'

Not that you'll be physically able to let go, anyway. She'll have an iron grip on you until she's cried all her tears out.

Just like old times, eh?

— The Worshipper (cw: suggestive at the end)

His prayers have been answered! Kazuo has spent days on end asking for a crumb of touch.

(It has been 48 hours since you last hugged him. What are you doing, starving the man?)

He simply can't help it, standing there, frozen as tears well in his eyes, overwhelmed from the feeling of warmth with your body wrapped around him.

'O-oh dear... Oh gosh...' He whimpers, hands flailing, unsure of whether he should hug you back or not. 'I'm not- I'm really not deserving of this, my love! Please--'

When you give him permission to hug back, his touch is incredibly gentle; careful, even. Kazuo feels like he's melting into your touch, wondering if this is what heaven will be like. He sure hopes so.

Even when you let go he feels the warmth residing on his body— leaving him in a fuzzy afterglow all day.

He's a desperate boy, and the slight scent of you on his robes drives him insane. He berates himself for thinking such sinful thoughts, but can't help wondering how long he could've kept you there... Touching him.

He wants more, always hoping, every time he sees you, that you'll do it again. Maybe you'll do more, that time..?

— The Queen Bee

• Anya's immediate thought is to take a picture— preserve this moment! A defining moment of your relationship, to be sure!

Whether it's a short hug or a long one, she'll be sure to make little comments; an attempt at convincing you to hug her more often.

When you hold her, her bout of narcissism comes back in full.

'Look at you, getting all friendly! It's alright if you're falling for me, cutie. We both know I'm irresistible, haha!'

She plays it off as a joke, but she means every word. Your affection solidifies her ideals of you two being a power-couple.

It takes a minute to hit her that you could be this open with others, too. Anya won't allow that, no way!

'Careful not to go around giving everyone this treatment, you don't want to give them the wrong idea, do you? No, I don't think of you that way, of course!' She takes a second to think, bringing her hand up to run it through your hair. 'In fact, why not just keep the hugging to me, yeah? You're soooo super cute when we're alone, after all!'

— The Fanclub

★ The excited squealing of lovestruck girls is one you should get familiar with. You're going to hear it a lot after this.

Fortuna becomes a stuttering mess immediately— she needs to say something, anything! But nothing's coming out except for excited and incompressible whispers.

Aurora is a little more forward, but her heart is still beating way faster than she can keep up with, and she's a little lost too.

The former will shake in your grasp, carving every detail of your body this close-up into her mind. She'll be thinking about this all day, if not all year.

The latter will place a hand on your heart, cozying up and testing the waters as to how close she can get. And also... to gauge if your chest is thumping as loud as hers. (Though, if she picks up any heartbeat at all she'll take that as a 'yes' and let her imagination run wild.)

'H-hey! Um... you're not like... acting like this with any other fans, are you?'

You're confused by the 'fans' sentiment, but that just makes the two of them high-five and interpret it as a "you two are my favourite ladies, so you get special treatment" response.

It wasn't that at all, but it's much safer to let them think that.

— The Deity

Nitai's head has a buffering moment, responding with a 'huh?' when he feels you burrow into his chest.

He wraps muscular, super-soft arms around you, and gets a dopey smile on his face. A hug has never felt so good...

'Am I winning you over, my little angel?' Nitai hums softly. 'Good, good. You're being so nice and loving to me today.'

His nearly inhuman height and strength only gives him a warmer feeling in his chest— you're so very fragile, holding onto him like that.

It's decided! He has to protect this, protect you! There's nobody that should share this experience. They could hurt you!

Nitai will now ask for cuddles CONSTANTLY, his craving for physical attention now overriding everything else.

Any chance The Diety has to hug you goodbye, or crawl into your bed when you're having trouble sleeping— he'll use anything as an excuse to snuggle up close, even something ridiculous.

He's reminded of all the previous followers of his who would've given their right arm to hug him— Oh well, he's always been a fan of nepotism.

— The Anomaly (cw: mild body-horror)

Yvetan was wondering when you were going to do something like this. They chalked the lack of impromptu hugs as having to 'act professional' in front of the armed guards.

They let out a not-quite-right sigh, and let their entire, sore body rest in your arms. They're a lot lighter than you expected, to note.

Yvetan's eyes flutter open to look at your face, their head leaning comfortably on your shoulder. They're wondering why they didn't just miracle you into doing something like this in the first place.

It means even more to them that you did it of your own accord, though. Even more to cherish. What a truly pure human...

'You two,' they speak suddenly, not even turning to look at the guards behind them. 'Look away, now.'

The guards look to eachother, and then to the two of you, stating that they're can't do that as it'd be against protocol.

Yvetan huffs, and you can feel their body go tense for a moment, holding you with their left arm.

From the position you're in, you have clear view of the guards faces crumpling up in horror before one drops his weapon to raise his visor up in a panic.

No eyes. The entire upper half of his face had been flattened out — removed of any features. The guard standing next to him doubles over, dry-heaving before facility medics run into the room to escort them out as they start to scream.

You can feel The Anomaly smile against your skin as they start playing with your hair.

'I can't let them in on this intimate moment of ours. You understand, yes, dear soulmate?'

— The Idol (cw: suggestive)

## Jamison has been open with touch since the moment you met, and has himself constantly prepared to hug you if you need it. (Or if you don't.)

He's never been good with such a genuine emotional connection until you, though, so having a meaningful hug full of so many feelings has him shaking in your grip.

He gets so excited- and not even in the sexy way he normally is! This is just so much for him...

You think he was bad when he broke his arm to get your attention? You've seen nothing yet. Minor or major injuries will become worryingly common— and the only thing he ever asks for when you ask what you can do to help is a hug, or a peck on the lips, if he's feeling cheeky.

Naturally with The Idol, he's going to take every opportunity to invite you to hug him in the public eye so that people know who you belong to. No-one's going to mess with a celebrity's partner right in front of them.

After you initiate PDA, he might take it a bit far and try and get steamy with you on date night. Surely, you want him as much as he wants you, so what's the problem there?

You get groped a bit more often than usual now, and Jamie can't help but be a little disappointed you don't do it back (as often, at least.)

[justauthoring]

needy.

prompt(s): bachira with an s/o who has a diva attitude, like she’s sassy and into high fashion, loves self-care and stuff, she would always say she’s independent but turns out she just wants to be babied by bachira all the time 🥰 gosh i love him. can i ask for first kiss scenario with him? ahhh i loved your bachira one (freaks)! sending you another bachira one if you don't mind. i would love something like ego allows them to give a phone call for like 30 minutes at home to a relative or something (but for some reason it's public or via the speaker phone with or without video, IDK), and everyone in the team is pretty surprised bachira calls a girl. bonus, mommy bachira may be there. thank you! some guys at blue lock being shocked bachira has a cute female friend ( could be a crush or something mutual) so they are being a*holes to him and tries to " show" reader they shouldn't be hanging with bachira.

a/n: i hope you all dont mind me combining your requests! i felt they combined nicely and inspired me so... yeah :) pairing: bachira meguru x f!reader word count: 1,699

Bachira had been in Blue Lock for a few weeks and as a reward for being one of the few who’d made it through second selection, he and everyone else who’d made it through had been granted a visit from any one person they may wish.

You’d figured Bachira would choose his mom – a fact you had no problem with. You knew Bachira was incredibly close with his mother and given the fact that it was just the two of them, it was something you hadn’t really thought otherwise of. Until his mother calls you one Saturday morning telling you that she practically insists you see him and that she just knows how much her baby boy must be missing you. 

(He’d told her so.)

When you’d tried to fight her on it, all she said was she’d see her boy plenty when he got home and that she’d rather you be able to visit him – because she knows how much you’ve missed him. That had promptly brought a bright flush to your cheeks and a warmth of embarrassment throughout your entire body, but you’d been too flustered to deny otherwise. And honestly, she was more right than you’d like to admit.

Better yet, rather than a quick visit like you’d expected, Bachira had been granted one single Saturday out of the facility to do whatever he’d like with said one person – you.

The second you’d finished your phone call with Bachira’s mom, you’d dropped any ideas of having a lazy Saturday. Your plan of staying in your pj’s all day disappeared from your mind completely at the thought of seeing him, butterflies fluttering in your chest already without having even seen him yet. You’d rushed to get yourself ready, prettying yourself up like you always did, and putting in special effort like you always did when it came to Bachira. Dressing yourself up in a flowy skirt and a flattering blouse, while pinning your hair up in just the right way so it flatters your face – an hour later you were ready and rushing out the door so you weren’t any more late than you already were.

You went to the address Bachira’s mother had given you, and couldn’t hide the excitement that courses through your entire being when you see Bachira standing out front with a couple of other guys around him.

His name leaves your lips in an excited cry, pulling his eyes on you as he blinks at the familiar voice but not the voice he’d been expecting. When his eyes settle on you instead of his mother, there’s confusion, of course, but nothing can beat the wide grin that spreads across his lips as he pushes himself past the boys that had been standing with him, rushing to meet you halfway.

“Meguru!”

He wraps his arms around you, sweeping you off your feet in the next second as he all but spins you around in the spot. It makes your head spin but you hardly care, pressing your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself when he sets you back on your feet, a puffed breath leaving your lips as you meet his gaze.

“I thought my mom was coming,” Bachira explains, shaking his head. “She called you?”

Shrugging, you bite your lip; “might’ve yeah.” Nodding, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, hands slowly drifting off his shoulders before settling on his chest – you don’t want to let go of him quite yet. “Are you disappointed? I know you must miss your mom.”

“Disappointed?” He questions, eyes practically twinkling. “Are you crazy? I’ve missed–”

“Bachira, whose this?”

You blink at the new voice, turning your head to stare past Bachira shoulders. Your lips part at the sight of the boys who’d been standing with him before slowly making their way over to the two of you, a boy with black hair having been the one who’d spoken.

“Oh, this is Y/N/N-chan.” He introduces, gesturing to you before meeting your gaze. “And Y/N/N, this is Isagi, Chigiri, Raichi and Igarashi. They were on the team I was put on during the first selection.”

Your lips form an ‘o’, tilting your head slightly in a way that has all four of them unable to look away, “nice to meet you all,” you greet, smiling brightly.

Little do you know the way you smile, eyes sparkling and all prettily has all four boys internally drooling. Having been surrounded by only boys for the past few weeks had more of an impact than any of them had expected, and they feel almost dazed at their first sight of a pretty girl – especially when some, more than others, barely even spoke to girls before coming here (...Isagi…). 

Especially when said girl – you – came for Bachira no less. A fact some find harder to believe than others.

“And you two are...?”

“Oh,” Bachira blinks, “Y/N/N’s my girlfriend.”

All four pairs of eyes bulge at that.

“Nice, man,” Isagi grins, lightly knocking his shoulder into Bachira’s, an action that has you rolling your eyes but smiling nonetheless, knowing it was in good nature. You can already tell you like Isagi, him and the pretty red-haired boy, Chigiri – they’re the only two of the four not staring at you like you’re the last girl on earth.

And also the only two meeting your eyes.

“Seriously,” Chigiri snorts before turning to you, “it’s nice to meet you.”

You bow slightly in response, happy that Bachira was able to meet such nice boys while in Blue Lock. You knew he’s already had trouble making friends in the past and amongst many other things, you’d been worried Blue Lock would be more or less the same. However, it seemed he’d been able to make at least a few, unlike the other two who are still staring at you and–

“How’d you manage to get a girl like her, bangs?” The blonde one, Raichi you believe, all but cackles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leers down at you. You’re not a fan of his words or the nickname. “She might be a little too, um, what’s the word? Sophisticated for you?”

Brows furrowing, your lips part to argue, before the bald-headed one cuts in before you can.

“Bachira can barely even eat by himself.” He laughs, a jeering sound as his eyes turn to you, finally meeting you in the eye. “Seriously, what do you even see in him? Is it his skills in soccer because I’m a pretty good–”

“Guys,” Isagi cuts in, frowning. “Come on.”

“What?” Raichi shrugs, “we’re just wondering, l*ser.”

Lips still in a heavy frown, you flicker your gaze over to your left, towards Bachira, noticing the pout on his lips and the way he’s gripping onto the sleeve of your jacket. But honestly, it’s the distant look in his eyes that concerns you, that same look he always gets when he’s getting stuck in his own thoughts – thoughts that were without a doubt brought about by these two a**holes.

“For your information,” you cut in, finally speaking up as you turn to the two with a heavy glare. “I am very happy to be with Bachira. He’s sweet to me, never fails to make me laugh, I’m endlessly proud of how he’s pursuing his career and he treats me far better than I’m sure either of you two could. Not only that, but I think I need him far more than he needs me.”

There’s an echo of silence as your words sink in, both Raichi and Igarashi stunned silent as Chigiri and Isagi take one look at each other before bursting out in laughter at the two’s misfortune – a sight that brings a smile to your lips as well. But then, Bachira’s hand is slipping into your own and when you turn to look at him, he’s smiling bright-eyed and it’s like he’s never looked prouder in that moment.

Good. He shouldn’t listen to those two anyways.

“Well, we only have one day, ‘Guru and I’d like to be able to spend as much of it with you as possible. Shall we?”

You gesture to your left, and with that, Bachira eagerly nods, letting you lead him off with a final wave Chigiri and Isagi’s way (but not without sticking his tongue out at both Raichi and Igarashi who are burning red in the face from embarrassment).

A few steps later and still within viewing of his friends, you stop Bachira, confusing him as you turn to him, grabbing him by the arms before leaning up, and promptly pressing your lips against his own. He freezes at the action at first, obviously not having expected it, but it doesn’t take him long to return the affection, slipping his hands around your waist much like he had moments ago. Except this time he’s gentler, a simple hug that presses you against him as he moves one hand to the back of your neck.

When you pull back, you’re breathless and dazed but you’re all too happy when you realize that they’d been watching – just like you’d wanted them to be.

“Sorry,” you breathe, “I know I said I’d give you my first kiss when you came back but…”

“Hey,” Bachira calls, uncharacteristically soft as he lets his hand cup your cheek, gently guiding your gaze upwards and at him. “That was perfect.”

Biting your lip, you grin. 

“They were watching?”

Gripping his shirt, you nod. “Yup,” you assure, popping the ‘p’ as you press your nose against him. “Just like I wanted them too.”

“God, I really did miss you, you know?”

“Me too,” you pout faintly, “I can hardly survive without you.”

Bachira giggles, “just so you know, I do need you.”

“I know,” you shrug, “but... we both know I can hardly survive without you. You don’t know how hard it’s been.”

Grinning, Bachira shakes his head; “I know, baby. Must’ve been hard, huh?” He coos at you, brushing back a strand of hair as he presses' a kiss to your cheek.

And who are you to deny the truth.

[manicplank]

I'm sorry but it was going to be asked eventually.

What would the character's reactions be to their s/o telling them that they're pregnant.

fuck I guess you're right

Preganananant (kind of a tw I guess???)

Peppino: Stares as if he saw you stab someone. They... They're... But... YYEEEEEEAAAOWOWOWOW

Gustavo: Oh! Oh my gosh! How wonderful! Let's get to planning.

Mr. Stick: They're WHAT?!?!?! ARE THEY CRAZY? BABIES ARE SO EXPENSIVE!!!

Pepperman: OK? And???

The Vigilante: HOW??? But... We're... We're not even the same species!!!

The Noise: Plan A? He shrugs, it's up to her (but he really doesn't want a kid).

Noisette: Plan A??? She thought it was called Plan B! (It was Plan B, he's just stupid. The last thing the world needs is more Noises... Let alone Noisettes...)

Fake Peppino: ?????????????????????

Pizzahead: Oh, wonderful! He loves kids! Joyous occasion! He can't WAIT!!!

Pillar John: But rock reproduction doesn't even work like that? He is incredibly confused! And kind of worried! Are they gonna die? How do babies even happen???

Gerome: Huh... Well what do ya know about that? He's confused, but... Something in him feels like he would make a proud father.

[palepinkgoat]

tag game Wednesday Thursday!

thank you for tags and mentions @gallawitchxx @thepupperino @wehangout @blue-disco-lights @gardenerian @deedala @energievie and @jrooc !!! I love you all so much.

how did you get into the fandom? Girl, let's get in a Time Machine to 2013.

I had just had a massive injury that left me unable to walk or leave my bed for months. In this time, I was watching YouTube a lot. YouTube knows me well, so one night said "oh, this is gay, you will like it." The clip was the van kiss. Like, the first kiss. It piqued my interest and soon I'm in a YouTube wormhole. Season 3 had finished so there were some newer uploads. I loving the morning scenes with the Gallaghers too, and once I kind of pieced it all together I went on amazon and bought the first 3 season digitally. There I was, obsessed and bed bound. After a little googling I found Tumblr around Christmas, and lurked until season 4 started. Then I started poking my head out a bit and reblogged some stuff. But I wasn't really fully "in" until I started writing fics in 2014. Then I got more active and after writing a series called Four Eight, more people learned who I was (via a post by a super "popular" and now deactivated Tumblr account). Then I was in. sidenote: Eventually I did physical therapy around the time the club kiss aired (being there for that in real time?? Guys, I'm still screaming) and I'd watch that over and over as I iced my weak leg and took half a prescribed Percocet. The club kiss was better than the Percocet.

how long have you been here? So technically I guess I've had Tumblr 10 years. In December it will be 11. HOWEVER I was not active for several years in between like season 7ish until after the series ended, so I guess I should subtract. But that gets too be too much math.

what’s the first fandom channel you found? (Youtube, Reddit, Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, FB, other?) Youtube at first since that's how I found them. I was also really into watch fan video edits and watched them OBSESSIVELY.

what’s your favourite now? For fandom, Tumblr! Nothing quite like it. I'm glad to be back.

which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom? Oh my gosh. @captainjowl, @wehangout and @the-rat-wins are the ones who come to mind but I'm sorry if I'm overlooking some. So many people left!

which tumblerino’s did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and wanted to get to know? I remember really loving @captainjowl and being so glad when we got to be friends. Then because I almost have a Tumblr Season 2 life, I was really impressed by @heymacy and she just JUMPED off the screen. I wanted to be friends so I sent a message about chapell roan and now we talk ALL THE TIME. I've met so many newer to me people and I am so glad I know so many cool people.

first Gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember) I wish I remembered the first fic I read!! Sexual Harassment in the Workplace was posted around the time I started writing fic and of course that's amazing. I know works by anythingbutgrief were some of the first too. Beautiful.

first fan art that blew your mind? @steorie blows my mind every time. That's the first person I remember just losing it over. But there are so many incredible artists!!

fanfic trope that you were sure wasn’t for you but now you low key (or high key) love? a/b/o! But I mostly was like "what the fuck is this about?" And then got on board pretty fast.

What surprised you most about this fandom? the level of talent is absolutely wild.

moment in the show (or YT vids if you’re one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with Gallavich? the first one was probably s3 "not everybody gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute!" because i was like, OHHH OH THIS IS GONNA HURT ME & then it just kept getting worse.... @gallawitchxx just said it best BUT! I have a tattoo that says "sorry I'm late" so I guess you could say I'm into that one too.

Ian or Mickey? Ian is my baby, my friend. my familiar. I adore them both and it's hard to choose, but I loved him right away and never quit.

Which Gallagher or Milkovich are you? I'm honestly a lot like Ian. But maybe if I swung Milkovich I'd be Sandy.

[thereaderinsertlady]

Something I find forever funny:

I desire to request or commision

I am broke.

My brain looks at Nastasia from Super Paper Mario and goes "god she's underrated in the X reader stuff"

I am but a disaster lesbian just awkwardly staring from a distance BC your fics slap and I feel like I am Bad with Words Today but oh well dkfjjf

o mi gosh nassy 😭 an incredibly underrated reader-insert bbg. I can certainly understand the struggle of not having hardly any content for a character and being unable to do commissions (I would liiike to commission people to draw good ol' Dimentio but ooooh well a girl gotta eat.) I have been HEAVILY slacking on general requests too, and I don't wanna bother my friends so I can write some requests with them. However. There is just absolutely nothin' for nassy x readers and I've seen you around my blog for a whiiiile soooo errrm..,, here's something a lil small. It really isn't much since I have been so hyperfocused on finishing commissions and just dealing with life in general, but I really can just understand having NOOOOTHING for a litel lovely character. Here's the link on ao3, and I do hope you enjoy this teeny tiny fic.

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Nastasia x Reader - Burny Juice

“You need to be more careful,” Nastasia mumbled, kneeling closer to your legs once adjusting her glasses.

“Really? Careful is my middle– ouch!”

Deep within the dark walls of Castle bleck was Nastasia’s bedroom. As Count Bleck’s right-hand woman, she has very important duties to take care of. Keep track of everyone’s chores, watch people train and make sure things are going accordingly… aaand to fix up any silly little boo-boos.

“As far as I know, your middle name is not ‘careful.’ And keep still, ‘k?” She dabbed a wet rag along your knees. Of course, this rag was wet with burny juice. An… antiseptic, you think she called it? Something like that. Either way, it did not feel good.

“Can’t I just eat a mushroom?” You gave a confident smile for good measure. She had to be tired of you by now. And… probably of Dimentio too. But mostly you– you were like Dimentio, but worse and clumsy. At least he didn’t get hurt every other day. At least he wasn’t sitting in here with carpet burns on the knees. After a certain point, you could trace the dark pattern on her purple bed sheets without looking. 

She sighed. “You still have to sweep and mop the halls. A mushroom will make you groggy.”

“Oh come on. Can’t I skip chore-duty today?” When she didn’t relent right away, you lowered your bottom lip and gave her your best set of puppy eyes. “Just this once? Please? Pretty please?” Your knees felt like they were on fire from the burny juice. “Pretty pretty please?”

Nastasia gave you a long look, expression unreadable. Though, before long, her shoulders sank. “Alright,” she patted your calf, “Alright. You may go lay down once I’m through, ‘k?”

…

“On your bed?”

When she didn’t respond right away your smile turned sly, expression becoming cheeky. 

“Well? Can I lay down on your bed Nassy– ooouch! Don’t pinch my leg!”

Even if it was hard to see her eyes from behind her glasses, you could tell she was ever so slightly amused. “I want you to finish your chores tomorrow. ‘K?”

“Yeah, yeah… thanks…”

“...Of course.”

[jahayla-parker]

Love of a Lifetime : Freddy Carter x Reader Wedding Day & Ceremony

Desc: 4.5k wc, depicting Freddy and y/n’s experiences during their wedding day and the ceremony. Includes getting ready, first look, photos, and the ceremony, etc. Fluff.

Warnings: few curses, Freddy being so lovely it hurts

Notes: y/m/o/h - y/n’s maid of honor, f/b/m -Freddy’s best man, y/b/m/#- one of y/n’s bridesmaids.

Y/n laughed as her maid of honor stifled a yawn while the pair walked into the venue. It wasn’t that early. But she knew y/m/o/h was up late ensuring everything was ready for today. Despite y/n’s offers to help, y/m/o/h had shooed her off to bed and handled it herself. As such, y/n was fully rested and truly eager to start the day. And, while she was a bit sleepy, y/m/o/h wore a smile that matched y/n’s as they made their way to the bridal suite. Y/n’s fingers danced freely along the walls as she blissfully walked to the door that had “Future Mrs. Carter” written on it in bold decorative cursive. With an excited breath, she turned the handle and opened the door to the bridal suite. “y/m/o/h, oh my gosh,” she grinned, “this looks incredible”.

The bridal suite was fully decorated last night during the rehearsal, but y/n wasn’t to see it till today. Y/m/o/h had decorated the room beautifully, fresh flowers filled vases all around and even the miscellaneous items having belonged to the room were tucked away neatly. The colors for her and Freddy’s wedding scheme coated the room effortlessly. On the long makeup table were the gift bags for each bridesmaid, their matching robes hanging above their respective bags on a hanger with the bridesmaid’s name on it as they hung from the light bar above.

“I’m glad you like it,” y/m/o/h grinned proudly. “I was thinking, this is where you could sit,” she stated, pointing towards a corner of the room where y/n would be able to see everyone. “And, if you needed a moment to yourself,” she added, pulling out a decorative room divider from against the wall, “voilà!”.

Y/n hugged y/m/o/h tightly, “it’s perfect, thank you!” She grinned as she pulled back and began to venture through the room be spending a good portion of her day in. “I love it, and I love you,” she exclaimed, spinning back to her best friend.

“Okay, so now that all the stuff we need to get ready is inside,” y/m/o/h said, setting down the last tote. “I’m going to see if the caterer is here with breakfast and make sure they’ve got everything they need for tonight,” she added before slipping back out into the hall.

“Ahhh!” Y/b/m/1 cheered as she stepped past y/m/o/h as she exited. “I’m so exited for you!” She greeted, skipping over to y/n with a grin.

“Thank you,” y/n beamed happily. “So am I,” she giggled, moving closer to give y/b/m/1 a hug. “Oh, here’s your bag,” she explained, reaching over and pulling the bag with y/b/m/1’s name on it to them. “Your robe is hanging up,” she added with a point towards the makeup table.

“This is so cute! You’re the sweetest, I’m going to go change into my robe now!” Y/b/m/1 cheered. “Actually, no! I should probably bring my dress in from the car first,” she laughed. “Speaking of, where should I put my dress?” Y/b/m/1 questioned.

“Oh, here,” y/n instructed as she gestured for her bridesmaid to follow. She walked into the attached bathroom and pointed towards the bar that hung across the back wall. “I figure we can hang them here next to mine,” she said, her lips curling up as her eyes caught sight of her wedding dress.

“This is so good,” y/b/m/2 hummed as she ate a breakfast croissant with her eyes closed. “Thank you for getting us breakfast,” she added between bites, “you’re fantastic”.

Y/n giggled and shook her head. “It’s nothing, I figure you guys are all here for me today and it’s early so you deserve breakfast,” she explained with a shrug. “Speaking of, what time is it?” She asked as she faced y/m/o/h.

Y/m/o/h looked at her watch as she set her drink aside. “Quarter to eleven,” she answered.

“Freddy and his groomsmen should be here soon,” y/n pointed out. “Can someone ensure their room is ready and the caterers have their brunches ready too?” She asked as she mentally went through the task list and schedule for the day.

“Already done,” y/m/o/h promised. “The gift bags are in place, the room is ready, and Alex with catering will be bringing the food in one the boys get settled,” she informed y/n.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief as she relaxed into the cushioned couch behind her.

“I’ve got it covered, so just try and relax,” y/m/o/h teased lovingly. “All you gotta do is sit there and look pretty until it’s time to marry the love of your life,” she winked.

“Yeah,” y/n murmured dazedly as she pictured herself staring down the aisle to where her soon-to-be husband would be waiting in a few hours.

Freddy grinned as his mates thanked him and y/n (in spirit) for their groomsmen gifts. He pulled his phone from his pocket to check his messages. He and y/n had texted each other good morning but had otherwise planned on staying off their phones today unless one of them needed something.

“Ahhh ah,” Freddy’s oldest brother Tommy scolded playfully as he quickly snatched Freddy’s phone from him.

Freddy chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I was just making sure she was doing alright,” he defended, hands held up before him in dramatic surrender.

“I’ll go check on your bride,” Lewis, one of Freddy’s best mates and one of his groomsmen offered. He stood up from his seat and walked to the door, patting Freddy on the shoulder supportively. “Anything else you want me to pass along or anything I should bring back with me?”

“A kiiisss,” Freddy’s other groomsman, Thomas, taunted in a sing-songy voice.

Freddy groaned comically and rolled his eyes, “Fuck off”. He turned to Lewis as the men laughed at the banter. “No, just see if she needs anything or if there’s anything I would do to help get the venue ready,” he answered. “Oh, and give her this,” Freddy added, pulling a note from his pocket.

Y/n leaned back from her makeup artist’s brush as a knock echoed through the room. She gazed around and saw all of her bridesmaids were already present and getting their own hair and makeup done. With a raised brow, she went to stand, only for y/m/o/h to hold out her hand to stop her.

“I’ve got it,” y/m/o/h stated with a smile. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as another knock rang through the door. “Who is it? If it’s Freddy, you know you can’t be here,” she prematurely scolded, causing the room to erupt in laughter.

“Hey,” y/n tsked, “if it is him, he probably needs something, be nice!”

Y/m/o/h squinted at the door as she slowly cracked it open, being sure to not allow the person outside of it see y/n yet. “Oh,” she said letting out a sigh as she saw it wasn’t Freddy. “It’s you, alright,” she relaxed, opening the door a bit more.

Lewis chuckled and nodded. “Is y/n in?”

“Duh,” y/m/o/h joked.

“Can I speak with her?” Lewis clarified.

Y/m/o/h dramatically made a show of looking around Lewis and into the hallway as if thinking Freddy was possibly secretly hiding out in order to pounce once the door was opened fully. “Alright,” she hummed, standing straight, “I’ll allow it”.

Y/n laughed loudly and excused herself from her makeup area as she moved towards the door as Lewis made his way in.

Lewis smiled softly at y/n as he made eye contact with her. “You look beautiful,” he complimented sweetly.

Y/n bit her lip and laughed lightly, “I’ve barely started my makeup and I’m in a robe”. “But, thank you,” she smiled. “Is Freddy alright?”

Lewis nodded quickly to assuage her. “Yes, he’s great, he just wanted me to check in and see how you were doing,” he explained, arms held behind his back.

Y/n smiled and shook her head softly. “You can assure him I’m doing great as well,” she hummed.

Lewis nodded. “He also asked me to see if there was anything he, or we, needed to or could do to help,” he added. “He has looked over the list of things you guys created earlier, and they’re all done, but he wants to be sure nothing else came up”.

Y/n yet again so her head in loving disbelief over her sweet fiancé’s efforts. She looked over at y/m/o/h for a proper answer.

“If he wants, I could use someone to double check that seating didn’t get messed up between last night and now,” y/m/o/h said, nodding towards the window that overlooked the room below where the ceremony would be held. “Oh, and to bring in the extra order of ice that should arrive in the next twenty minutes”.

Lewis nodded, “noted”. “Lastly,” he grinned and pulled out the piece of paper Freddy had given him, “he wanted me to give you this.”

Y/n bashfully took the paper from Lewis as she whispered a soft thank you. Her thumbs rubbed over the folded paper softly as y/m/o/h escorted Lewis back out. Once the door was shut, she slowly made her way back to her makeup chair and began to unfold the note. Her eyes glistened as she read Freddy’s loving words. She smiled widely to herself as she gently folded up the note and passed it to y/m/o/h, “can you..-”.

“I’ll put it in the keepsake box,” y/m/o/h nodded knowingly as she softly pulled the note from y/n’s hand with a grin. She of course wanted to know what it said. But she knew the couple liked to keep such things private and she respected that. She tried to not giggle as she felt y/n’s eyes on her up until the note was safely placed in the designated box.

Y/n’s eyes were closed as her makeup artist began working on her face, but she had a smile on her lips as she listened to her friends getting ready beside her and giggling. Her smile grew as she thought of the reason they were all here today. She was getting married. To Freddy. To the only man she could ever have imagined spending the rest of her life with. To her soulmate.

“Are you okay?” Y/m/a asked, her brush paused and lingering over y/n’s skin upon noticing a few tears roll down her face.

“Ye-yeah, sorry,” y/n mumbled, dabbing her eyes with her fingers carefully.

“Y/n?” Y/b/m/3 questioned worryingly as she slowly made her way over to her friend.

Y/n chuckled bashfully and shook her head. Before she could find the words to explain why she was crying, y/m/o/h found them for her.

“She’s just really happy,” y/m/o/h interpreted, knowing the bride like the back of her hand. “She’s ridiculously in love with her groom,” she hummed, walking over and squeezing y/n’s hand lovingly. “If the groom was anyone other than Freddy, I’d be worried they didn’t deserve her and such deep love from her,” she said sweetly with as shake of her head, “but you two are meant for each other”.

“You.. you should say that,” y/n whispered in a quiet plea.

Y/m/o/h teasingly raised her left eyebrow, “I just did”.

Y/n giggled loudly and shook her head, “shut up!” She rolled her eyes and said, “I meant tonight, during the toasts, Freddy deserves to hear it”. She smiled at the thought, knowing just how much it would mean to him to have someone so close to and protective of y/n say he was worthy of her.

“I think I can find a way to work it into my amazing speech,” y/m/o/h winked.

“Hold still mate,” Charlie groaned as he playfully glared at his younger brother. When Freddy gave him a bashful look, Charlie chuckled and shook his head. “A bit eager, are we?” He teased as he adjusted Freddy’s bow tie.

Freddy’s cheeks flushed as he bit his bottom lip. “Excited,” he corrected with a grin.

“Bloody excited,” Freddy’s groomsman Thomas smirked.

Freddy merely nodded in agreement, his grin growing. He faced the mirror and straightened his tux jacket needlessly. He gave himself a glance over and hummed in acceptance. He was now ready. Well, he was physically ready now. He had been ready to marry y/n for a long time now.

“Y/n, he could see you,” y/m/o/h reminded the bride with a sympathetic sigh. The girl had been cooped up all day in the bridal suite. It made sense she wanted to step out for a moment.

Y/n shrugged. Freddy wouldn’t care. “I wanna see everything before it truly starts,” she explained, “besides, my dress isn’t on yet”. She tightened her robe as she stepped out into the hallway. She neared the banister and gazed out at the venue. Her lips curled upwards as she leaned against the railing. Her eyes found her fiancé as he and Lewis adjusted a few of the chairs surrounding the aisle. She bit her lip as her grin grew uncontrollably. He looked so handsome. And the smile plastered on his face made her heart flutter. She allowed herself another few seconds but stepped back from the edge when he began to turn in her direction. She grinned mindlessly as she began to make her way back to her bridal suite. Her face heated up quickly as she noticed the photographer that had been documenting her and her bridal party getting ready had followed her out and had been taking photos of her dreamily gazing at her soon-to-be husband. Her bridesmaids were also now surrounding her with smug but loving expressions as they too watched her. She giggled bashfully as she wordlessly walked back to the bridal suite to finish getting ready.

“Mate?” Lewis asked, tapping Freddy’s shoulder upon the man suddenly freezing as he looked up to the floor above them.

“Sorry,” Freddy chuckled, shaking his head to clear his mind as he turned back to the task at hand. Although, to be fair, the chairs were already fine. There were a few stray edges to some of the ribbons on the chairs at the edges of the aisle though that he was thoughtfully tidying up. Today would be perfect. He wanted it to be and y/n deserved for it to be. So anything he could do today to help ensure that it was flawless, he was happy to do. Besides, it gave him something to do as he waited to be able to finally see his bride. Which he obviously needed given what Lewis had just caught him doing.

“What was happenin’?” Lewis chuckled, tilting his head to the side in question. He looked between Freddy, who was now trimming the occasional frayed edges of the ribbons again, and the balcony above that held the bridal and groom’s suites (as well as whatever other rooms the venue typically held). He noticed the crimson color on Freddy’s cheeks was far too deep to be caused solely from him being slightly bent down.

Freddy’s eyes narrowed analytically as he used the tiny pair of scissors to correct the ribbon edges. Once done, he bit his lip as he stood upright. “I.. uhh…,” he mumbled shyly.

“Mhm?” Lewis encouraged.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” Freddy confessed, never having found the words to describe the way he always seemed to know when y/n was nearby. He could just feel her comforting presence. “I thought y/n was there,” he chuckled, shaking his head at himself.

“I mean, she is mate,” Lewis acknowledged, nodding his head towards the bridal suite door. “She’s right in there Freddy,” he laughed lightly.

“Obviously,” Freddy laughed as he rolled his eyes at his friend. “I thought…”. He hummed and shook his head again.

“What? Did you see her? Maybe she stepped out for a moment?” Lewis suggested supportively.

Freddy shook his head. “No, I just thought I would.. I don’t know,” he laughed, “I suppose it doesn’t make sense”. He shrugged as he moved to examine the next row of chairs. “I guess I’m just a bit too impatient,” he confessed.

Lewis laughed, “well that goes without saying”.

“Fuck off,” Freddy groaned with a chuckle as he playfully smacked Lewis‘s arm.

Y/n tried not to tap her foot nervously as she waited behind Freddy. His back was to her as he waited for the approval to turn around. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous. Even if she was wearing a garbage bag Freddy would still find her beautiful. But, she couldn’t help the way she held the bouquet tightly in her hands at the front of her torso as she took a silent but deep breath. Once the photographer signaled they were ready to go, she slowly began walking closer to Freddy. While he kept his back to her, she could see his hands begin to fidget as he waited.

Breathe. Freddy tried to listen to his internal monologue that had realistically been saying nothing more than to stay calm and breathe for the last few moments. Ever since Lewis and Tommy had positioned him in the hallway to wait for y/n to exit her suite and come tap him. His nervous hands smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles on his tuxedo as he tried to make sure he was fully presentable. Although he knew that y/n always found him attractive, he couldn’t help but want to impress her.

Y/n smiled to herself as she noticed Freddy’s unnecessary nervous energy. It’s time. She took one last deep breath as she gently lowered her hand to rest on just shoulder, signaling that he could turn around now. Her heart fluttered wildly as he spun around to see her.

Freddy’s head dropped as he shook his head in loving disbelief. Wow. He lifted his head so he could meet her eyes but quickly found his own filling with tears. His hand came up to rub at his face in a futile attempt to compose himself. He blindly made his way closer to her, his hand still trying to take care of the tears that were flowing down his face.

Y/n let out a relieved but silent laugh as she watched Freddy’s loving reaction. This was it. This was everything she could’ve hoped for and more. This was what she wanted. What she needed. She’d known long ago that she’d found her soulmate. But his reaction only solidified that even further. She moved her bouquet to just one hand before tenderly setting her other hand on his outer bicep lovingly.

“I’m..-,” Freddy mumbled, lowering his hand for a split second to look at y/n again. He shook his head at himself. Words. He had none. There was no way to describe the sheer joy, excitement, and pure unconditional love he felt. No way to describe how absolutely beautiful she looked. His hand quickly moved back up as he continued to tear up at the sight of her before him. His bride. His soulmate. And soon, his wife. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled with a shy laugh as he worked to compose himself.

Y/n lovingly shook her head, “shhh”. She set her hands on his tuxedo jacket where the buttons met up and rubbed gently. “You have nothing to apologize for Freddy,” she soothed with a smile. “I take it you like the dress?” She teased sweetly.

Freddy nodded, his hand leaving his face again for a moment. “I…,” he mumbled quietly, his voice cracking slightly from his tears and the emotions he was trying to control. His hand moved back up to his eyes as he once again tried to dry his face.

Y/n grinned confidently. She reached up and stroked his cheek as she moved to grab his hand that was rubbing at his eyes. “Easy, I still want you to be able to see by the end of the night,” she joked with a wink.

Freddy laughed, a grin taking over his features. He let y/n gently interlace their fingers as she lowered his hand from his face. “I’m a mess,” he confessed quietly, tears still in his eyes. “You…you’ve made me a mess,” he half-teased.

Y/n giggled, her hands roaming his chest as she ran them over his body to try and calm him. “Did I?” She asked with a grin.

Freddy nodded with a bright smile, his tears finally settling.

“Well, you’re the most fetching mess I’ve ever seen then,” y/n whispered sweetly. She smiled as Freddy practically melted at her compliment. She’d seen him in his tuxedo before, not just including today when she’d peered down at him from the balcony that was now to their right. But during his fittings as well. Nevertheless, it didn’t prevent her from being fully allured by the sight before her now.

“I.., thank you darling,” he replied softly. He reached his hand towards her cheek but stopped, uncertain if he was permitted to touch her face given her makeup and all that. But bloody hell did he want to. When she nodded in approval and tenderly helped guide his hand to her face, he hummed and let his fingers dance against her delicate skin. “I wanted to be the first one to issue a compliment,” he confessed, “but…”. He shook his head as he gazed lovingly at her, still in disbelief over how lucky he was and how radiant she was.

Y/n grinned widely, “you did, honey”. She laughed lovingly as she leaned her head into his palm. “Your reaction spoke novels,” she confessed with a bashful expression.

“I love you,” Freddy stated, “so much”.

“I love you,” she echoed happily.

“Can-… may I-..” Freddy trailed off, still struggling to remember how to form a coherent sentence.

Y/n scooted closer to her groom, a bright smile on her face. “Freddy, love, you can do whatever it is you want to do,” she assured him.

“I don’t want to mess anything up,” he confessed shyly.

“Mess what up, sweetheart?”

Freddy’s eyes scanned y/n’s whole body again. “Yo-..,” he shook his head a he chuckled lightly at himself. “You spent all morning getting ready-”

“For you,” y/n interrupted lovingly. “Freddy, this is our day,” she reminded him, “I just want you to be yourself, and do whatever feels right”. “Don’t worry about my makeup or dress or anything else, that can all be fixed, just-”

Freddy didn’t couldn’t wait for her to finish her approval. He promptly moved his hands to her waist and pulled her to him. He smiled as he felt her shake lightly as she giggled against him. He held her for a few seconds before letting her go. Even if he’d held her for an eternity it would never be enough anyways. “You’re so ravishingly gorgeous,” he murmured breathily as he pulled back to meet her gaze.

Y/n grinned widely. “I went with the more natural look,” she said, explaining her makeup choice.

They’d talked about it before now, during their months of wedding planning. And Freddy had made it clear he was happy with whatever she wanted to do for her makeup. But he couldn’t be happier that she’d chosen such a simple and natural look. She was always radiant and this just showed that. She didn’t need anything to make her more beautiful. Plus, he knew she didn’t care to wear much makeup. Yet he also knew she wanted to feel somewhat “dressed up” with her makeup done for today. This was a perfect combination that highlighted her natural beauty effortlessly. Freddy shook his head as he grinned. “I love it, it shows your innate beauty,” he confessed aloud, smiling smugly at her flustered reaction. “And your hair,” he added, reaching up to play with a few strands. “Thank you for leaving it down and natural”.

Y/n giggled and nodded, “it felt right”. She wanted to feel beautiful, but she also wanted to be comfortable and as natural/genuine as possible. It was a simple hairstyle she’d opted for, but Freddy noticing it was exactly what she’d hoped for. “I know I said no veil, but it’s actually my something borrowed,” she explained, “and I figure it’s not covering my face-“.

Freddy cut her off silently with a soft shake of his head. “It’s perfect,” he promised, “you’re perfect”.

“Mmm, thank you,” she smiled. “I had to try to make sure I looked okay standing by your side, I mean,” she paused as she stepped back, arm extended out before her in the space between them as her hand still held his. “Look at my striking fiancé,” she commented proudly, eyes scanning his body again.

Freddy’s cheeks flushed cherry pink. He gently tugged at her hand until she was back at his chest again. “You’re running laps around me, my darling,” he cooed into her ear as he wrapped her up into his arms.

“Okay, yes, just like that,” the photographer stated as Yn faintly pressed against Freddy as he leaned back against the banister railing.

Y/n let the photographer take a few photos before she instinctively wrapped her hands around his arm closest to her as she grinned at him.

Freddy’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side as he admired y/n with a bright smile.

“Alright, you can do as you please, I’m going to move around and get some shots,” the photographer commented as they neared the couple.

Y/n felt herself relax only for Freddy’s arms to find her lower back and pull her to him. She suppressed a surprised but happy gasp and gazed up at him. As her eyes met his insanely blue one, she melted into his hold even more. Her eyes fluttered closed as he tenderly moved some hair from her face.

Y/n spun around, a smile forming on her face upon finding Freddy already watching and waiting for her. They’d been doing the bridal party photos. They had started with the combined bridal party, both the groomsmen and bridesmaids. However, they just now finished their separate photo sessions; Freddy with his groomsmen and her with her bridesmaids. As fun, sweet, and even silly, as they were, y/n was glad to have a minute alone with Freddy once again. Their last moment alone before the ceremony. Before they were married. Freddy seemed to be thinking the same thing as he grinned at her and extended his hand for her to take.

They silently walked back to the hallway connecting the suites they’d spent their mornings in. His thumb delicately stroked her hand the whole time as he lovingly watched her closely to ensure she didn’t need any help carrying or lifting her dress as they walked.

“Finally, a moment to ourselves,” y/n commented happily, no longer feeling the cameras of the photographers or the eyes of their bridal party.

Freddy’s dimples popped as he grinned and nodded in agreement. He used his thumb to tilt her head back ever so slightly until she was gazing up at him. “I cannot wait to be able to call you my wife,” he whispered before closing his eyes and moving in for a kiss.

Y/n let out a little whine over the sweet sentiment before she too closed her eyes as his lips met hers. She cautiously moved her hands to his hair, being careful not to mess up the style he’d done before the ceremony. She felt their smiles tangle in the kiss as they cherished this moment.

As the officiant finished his welcome statements, the processional music began to play softly throughout the venue. The guests all turned their heads toward the start of the aisle as they waited for the first people to enter.

Freddy and y/n’s family elegantly made their way down the aisle and to their seats. The couple had expressed that there are no “sides” like one might typically see at a wedding. Instead, their family and other guests were encouraged to sit wherever they wished as the couple was coming together as one whole unit, not having separate families or friends. As such, their family members that walked down the aisle were partnered up according to where they chose to sit rather than broken apart between his members and hers.

Once the majority of their family had been seated, the music softly switched tunes, bringing everyone’s attention back to the start of the aisle.

Freddy stood proudly between his mum and dad as he began his walk down the aisle to the alter. He couldn’t hide the dimple-causing grin on his face if he wanted to. Not that he did, he had no problem with their guests knowing just how blissfully thrilled he was that today was happening. As the Carter trio reached the stairs to the alter, his parents took turns giving him loving embraces before they turned to take their seats.

Once Freddy was in position, the assembly of partnered up bridesmaids and groomsmen began their approach. Freddy smiled appreciatively at their bridal party, glad they were here to help him and y/n celebrate today. As y/m/o/h and Freddy’s best man made their way to the start of the aisle, Freddy felt his breath hitch slightly. They marked the end of the bridal party portion of the procession. There were only moments now until he was watching his future wife walk down the aisle to him.

F/b/m noticed the look on Freddy’s face as he made his way up the steps of the alter. He suppressed a supportive laugh as he patted his friend on the shoulder in passing.

Freddy chuckled along with their guests as they watched their flower girl twirl around at the end of the aisle before running to find her seat. The change in the music brought his gaze back to the start of the walkway, his breath stuck in his chest as he waited to catch glimpse of y/n.

Y/n consciously tried to refrain from biting her inner cheek as she watched the last of her bridal party turn the corner to enter the aisle. She would be entering by herself. And while at first she thought she’d feel empowered and knew Freddy wasn’t bothered by it, she was now somewhat self conscious about what their guests might think. But as she took her first step around the corner and onto the aisle, her eyes focused solely on Freddy. “It’s just you and I, no one else matters,” Freddy whispered as he softly kissed her cheek upon concluding their discussion about the decision for her to walk alone. Hearing his words echoing in her head as a loving reminder of what was truly important, and seeing her dashingly handsome future husband waiting for her at the end of the aisle was all it took. Her nerves were gone and all she was left with was utter pride and joy. She beamed confidently as she strolled down the aisle, her eyes never leaving Freddy’s.

Freddy tried to quietly clear his throat as he fought back the tears he could feel forming the second y/n had stepped into the aisle. He grinned at his beautiful bride as he watched her take her first steps towards him. Towards their future together. His nose wriggled lightly as he let some tears fall but tried to keep himself together at the same time. “You and me,” y/n’s words replayed in his mind from the night they’d settled on their processional details. He felt his best man tap his shoulder, but his eyes never left y/n. He blindly took the offered handkerchief from f/b/m and dabbed his eyes as he smiled widely. He quickly discarded of the item, eyes still frozen on her, by passing it back to his groomsmen. He then descended the few steps leading to the alter and took y/n’s hand in his as he helped her up the stairs to the alter.

Y/n squeezed Freddy’s hand supportively as she smiled at him. She hummed silently as they exchanged loving glances and sentiments without saying a word. This was it. This was everything.

“And now, I am happy to officially pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant declared as they glanced between the couple before them. “You may kiss the bride, if she so wishes,” they added, knowing the couples’ views on the traditional wording but also how they were wanting to keep it as classic as possible.

“I do,” y/n repeated yet again, her smile growing as Freddy grinned widely at her. She giggled lightly at Freddy’s playful expression as he moved closer to her. Freddy winked lovingly before closing his eyes. She too closed her eyes and sighed happily against his lips. “Always,” Freddy and y/n’s voices merged together in the dark as they held each other and began to doze off. Y/n opened her eyes as their lips parted and they both unashamedly grinned excessively at one another.

Freddy lifted y/n’s hand in question and when she nodded, he gently led her down the steps and down the aisle. The couple kept exchanging sweet glances with each other and whispered loving sentiments as they departed the room. Freddy squeezed y/n’s hand as he helped her walk beside him through the venue and out to the vintage car waiting outside to take them to their reception.

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[spiderfunkz]

this might be a weird ask but can you pleasee do (fem) artist!reader x robin buckley headcanons!!! 🙏🙏

artist!gf x robin buckley

thank u for the request anon!! and it isn't weird dw. sorry this took a bit :,)

lots of 'whoas' and :O faces when she sees your art, she absolutely adores your style.

takes you on cute art museum dates!! she just holds your hand, following you as you walk around.

ooooo she also loves cute picnics and will organize one for the two of you!! you love sketching the scenery while listening to robin ramble.

loves watching you paint, she just sits there admiring you, trying to be as quiet as she can because she doesn't want to disturb you☹️.

has all the sketches you drew for her hanged up on her wall like posters!! she loves your art more than you could ever know.

she melts everytime you give her a sketch of the two of you or a portrait of herself. she just loves the way you draw her, how you can capture all the little details on her face.

gives u kisses everytime you give her something!!!

she peaks at your drawings in art class, probably gasping too loud to the point the whole class could hear.

compliments you so much, "this is incredible lovie!!" — "you are so talented, so so beyond talented actually." — "how do you even do that, are your hands magic??"

band!gf robin x artist!gf reader is the cutest thing ever imaginable.

you show up to her band practices and sit somewhere where you can see robin clearly, giving her smiles and sketching her in her silly little band uniform.

gasps and makes a :O face when she sees ur art displayed in school events. "that's urs!! oh my gosh it's so beautiful lovie." — "i'm so glad everyone can see how talented u are!!!"

adores your style and every work you've made, she keeps all the scrapped art pieces u have bc she thinks all of ur art is pretty

[fanaticsnail]

OMGGGGG I'm so excited you're watching this movie. You'll love it, trust me! The way I'm so obsessed and need you to be too. I've got the court jester downloading so I can watch it on my flight tonight, and I'll send a brainrot paragraph your way when I watch it.....only if you send one back lol.

-♡♡

Anything for you, ♡♡ Anon. I've got my hot Milo, my Tim Tams, and Griswold the ugly orange cat to watch it with. My Friday night date night 💃

I have decided to add my live commentary to this as I go for you:

Immediately, I am absolutely loving the friendship between the mother and her daughters. The teasing, and the love between the parents is spectacular. I don't know, but it's so joyful. The "When a daughter grows up, the mother becomes friends" motion is absolutely beautiful. I love Simran, her desire to fall in love is so incredibly relatable. Her glee is spectacular, and the yearning in the poetry is gorgeous.

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Oh my gosh, the dance she does while correlating with Raj's unhinged persona is ridiculous. He's insane, and it's hilarious.

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Raj's dad is equally as insane, but I also love their playfulness. What even is that? The fact that he loves his son so much, and celebrates him even though his shortcomings are painfully obvious to the audience.

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NOOOOOO NOT AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE. SHE WANTS TO FALL IN LOVE! NOOOOOOOOO.

(I know that it is a cultural norm, but the foreshadowing and the emphasis on love depicts the yearning for romance, as opposed to having an arranged marriage set for her).

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OH MY GOSH THEY MET AND DID THE BRUSH PAST. AAAAAAAAAAA. It's crack for me. They didn't even look at each other!

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Oh my gosh, she wants to got to Europe too. Just like Raj 🥹.

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DAMN IT RAJ COMING IN WITH THE MIGRAINE ASPRIN BULLSHITTERY. WHAT AN ASSHOLE. Beat him with the umbrella. Yell at him.

AND HE TOOK THE BEER ANYWAY? Oh my gosh, I hate him.

The daughters dancing with the mother reminds me of my own family. We did this often at home. Music and liveliness lives in my heart.

And angry dad. Yes dad. Justified dad. I'm on his side.

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"When a daughter grows up, her father's shoulders start to droop. But with a daughter like you, my shoulders do not droop but my chest swells with pride." - your honour, I love Simran's dad.

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AND HE HEARD HER PLEA AND LET HER GO TO EUROPE?!

Is this a romance, or we all out here simping for dad?

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ANOTHER TIME THEY MEET!!!!! AAAAAAAAA.

A N D - T H E Y - H O L D - H A N D S

Raj is a cheeky lad. I am not fond of him so far. I hope he improves for Simran's sake. The constant attempt to snuggle and flirt with her is driving me insane.

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Oh my gosh, she hates him. I love this. It's ticking my enemies to lovers box big time. Oooooooh and they're both going to the Paris Opera. And they hate it. This is funny.

Okay, I love Rocky.

HE USED THE SAME LINE ON THE FRIEND THAT HE DID ON HER. WHAT AN ASS-HAT. I HATE HIM.

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Yes baby girl, get your revenge on him my darling. Publically humiliate him by making him live up to his lies.

WHAT THE FUCK RAJ. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO THAT PIANO?!

The Simran slow clap. An icon.

OH SHIT HE CAN ACTUALLY PLAY. Fuck him. I hate him. Damn it. Cocky arrogant prick.

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The iconic music scene. I still hate him, but he is so playful.

C'mon Simran, you can do better. (I can tangibly feel her tension and hatred rolling off her in waves). I also love her teal dress. I want one. Oh my gosh, her friend agitates me.

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The flower humiliation trick. I hate him.

AND NOW THEY'RE STUCK TOGETHER. THEY MISSED THE TRAIN. She's crying, you asshole. She hates you.

All this needs is a one bed trope.

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Okay, the "passport car rental police interruption" was kind of cute. I half-expected him to accelerate as soon as she reached the passenger door.

OH MY GOSH AND THEN THE CAR FAILS.

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I CALLED IT. I CALLED IT. I CALLED IT.

Say it with me everyone:

One

Bed

Trope

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And she's staying in the barn. AND HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO STAY IN THERE TOO INSTEAD OF THE ONE BED. DAMN IT RAJ.

And then it's snowing. It's snowing. And they're too cold. And there's cognac. WHY DON'T THEY GO INTO THE BEDROOM. THEY'RE SO STUBBORN.

And she got to the cognac. She's a woman after my own heart. I adore her.

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SHE IS NOW AN INSANE DRUNK. She is feral, she is unhinged, she is about to break a window with a rock to get a pretty dress. They are singing, they are dancing, they are in love.

Shit.

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He had gone too far with a joke, she is crying, oh shit. He's sincere, confessing his love for her after being an absolute scoundrel. The gentle thumb caress on the hair. THE CUDDLE. "Don't joke like that ever again," "I'm sorry," -> romance.

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Okay. He has the same dream as her to fall in love. The call back to the original song. AAAAAAAA.

He's starting to catch feelings, I can tell. She's absolutely not yet though.

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The admission of love with the sincerity before the "pfffft, I'm joking. I'm a silly joker, aren't I" RAJ YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. She likes him, he likes her. Damn it.

"What if we fell in love, Simran? What then? 🤌"

"..."

GOODBYE MY GUY.

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"No I won't come to your wedding," he says with tears pooling in his eyes and glazing over with unconfessed desires and bitter melancholy.

He is so in love. He is so in love with Simran.

He is fantasizing about her. He can't help it.

Poor Simran thinks he hates her

HOLD UP SHE'S SEEING HIM TOO.

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DAD IS A N G R Y

Her confession is literally everything.

He's an angry dad. "We're leaving for India tomorrow for good." A sealed fate. Oh my gosh, this movie literally has every trope.

C'mon interrupted wedding. You can do it, interrupted wedding.

OR A PLANE TRIP. I'd take a plane trip.

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HE SHOWED UP AT THE HOUSE AND HE WAS TOO LATE. Oh my gosh, I love it. He's so in love with her.

And now they're in India and dad thinks he's won. The parents are so happy. They are all teary, I am all teary. We are all crying. Everyone is crying.

"I have held these tears back for 20 years," grandmama, I love you. You beautiful woman.

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Oh, the beau is a WANKER.

Okay, I'm rooting for you Raj. You can do it. Come get your lady. Simran deserves happiness with you.

I hate the beau. I can't. The dialogue and asshollery with the baby sister. Nooooooo. No, honey, no!

Side note: I am in love with the outfits here.

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HE'S IN INDIA. THE COWBELL RETURNS.

That field looks ripe for the running. You better run, girly.

SHE RUNNING. SHE RUNNING TO HER MAN!!! AAAAAAA. Their love is so tangible. I love it.

Those contrasting colours are spectacular.

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"I didn't come here to run away with you... I came here to make you my bride." OKAY RAJ, I SEE YOU. YOU HAVE WEASELED YOUR WAY INTO MY HEART. DAMN IT.

He's if Buggy the Clown, Usopp, and Sanji combined into one beautiful man. He's so in love.

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RAJ, WHAT THE HELL MY GUY?! You were doing so well, and then you prank the fiance??!! What the hell??!!!

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Oh NO. PREETI LIKES RAJ. NOOOOOOOO. The beau's sister likes Raj. Raj likes Simran. Simran needs to marry her beau. ITS GLORIOUS.

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Dad recognises Raj. Ohhhhh nooooooo. Noooooooooooo. Oh no, how horrible. How beautiful.

I do not enjoy the fiance. I am glad I was swayed by the rascal, Raj.

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He's wooing all of the women in Simran's family. I love him so much. He is absolutely unhinged. He is trying so hard with dad, and it's just not happening for him.

This movie is amazing, I can't even.

OOOOOOOOOH NOW WE'RE BACK WITH THE FORESHADOWING WITH THE BIRDS.

AND RAJ IS DOING IT TOO.

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A STOLEN ALMOST KISS.

Oh my gosh, ♡♡ Anon. I don't know why I didn't watch this sooner. You should've been yelling at me way earlier.

Raj is trying so hard to win over dad, and it's just not happening 😭.

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"No idiot can give you a ring and take you away from me." -> be still my frozen heart.

And the little peck on the cheek 😭😭.

"I really don't like Kuljit... But I do like the man on the roof." SHE SAW THEM. LITTLE SIS SAW THEM TOGETHER. AAAAAAAAAAA.

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Simran you little shit, coming in hot with the bandage trick to avoid wearing Kuljit's ring.

Oh my gosh, Raj is singing to her again. WHY AM I SO IN LOVE WITH THIS??

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THE SCREAM.

The SCREAM I LET OUT WHEN DAD STARTED SINGING TO HIS LADY. THE GASP I GUSPED. THE SHRIEK I SHRUCK.

Oh my gosh, dad being playful. I am in love with Simran's dad. Also, Simran is gorgeous, j don't think I've said that so far.

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RAJ NOOOOOOOO.

How's he gonna get out of this one?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON'T INVITE YOUR DAD TOO.

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....do I have a thing for Raj's dad too.

What is wrong with me? Why am I like this?

AND WHEN HE BUMPED INTO AUNTY. AAAAAAA. MY HEART SCREAMED.

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The blessing from Raj's dad. The silence that held all meaning. My gosh. I am obsessed.

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Okay, the way I am going to incorporate some of these elements into Crocodaddy's Sapsorrow fic... The stubbornness particularly.

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NO MAMA NO

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YES MAMA YES

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Oh my gosh, you asshole Kuljit!!! I hate you. He's fully intent on cheating, isn't he? What a dishonest prick.

NOT GRANDMAMA

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Oh my gosh, how are they going to get through this? How are they going to get together? I'm literally screaming.

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YES GO OFF DAD

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Oh my gosh.

This movie.

This movie.

This damn movie.

Oh the confession, the fighting, the violence, the forbodence.

JUST AAAAAAAAAAAA

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"Let me go to my Raj"

"Go Simran. Noone could ever love you more than this boy. Go to your Raj."

C'MON MAN. C'MON.

[nightwonder7]

OH my gosh I just caught up on all the lore that you dropped for Angelica and Cyril and I AM HERE FOR IT.

I gotta know tho, how'd they meet?? I have ✨theories��� but I'd love to hear more about them!!

O////////////O!!! I'm incredibly flattered that you took the time to read the backstory I wrote! >v< Thank you so much!! ;0; Means a lot! ;v;

It all started when the church Angelica was under received reports about repeating monster attacks on a small town near by. The request to investigate this was mainly addressed to Angelica's father as he was somewhat well-known as a demon hunter. But as he had other urgent matters to tend to at the moment, and with Angelica insisting that she could take on a case like this on her own, he reluctantly sends her out to investigate.

During her investigation, she goes from door to door to talk with the town's people to try and narrow down what the monster is and where it was coming from. She deduces that it is a demon that lives among the people, and she has to figure out who the culprit is (kinda like a werewolf situation).

Meanwhile, Cyril is just trying to keep his head above water and not get exposed. But being a citizen, he is inevitably visited by Angelica, who eventually becomes suspicious of him. What makes things worse is that he is put into this very stressful situation and is trying to hide a curse that flares up with his anxiety.

[crownedinmarigolds]

If the Stakebait Coterie all played D&D together what classes would they play? And who would be the DM?

O-oh my gosh thank you for the question! It's my favorite kind - dungeons and dragons + Stakebait!! Straight from the horse's mouth (@thesixthplaneteer ) it goes as such:

Dungeon Master - Sydney aka the Dusk Angel, leader of the Thinblood revolution in ATL and exasperated den mother. No telling where he got the time to run this game but maybe he needs to feel some real control in his life. He is probably always late by maximum half an hour but he's at least always prepared. His stories are always thoughtful and well-put together and he eventually gives everyone what they want.

Ranger - Ralph! Despite his IRL size he's a much better fighter at a distance so that would probably carry into his gameplay. According to thesixthplaneteer he'd be a half-orc. The least optimized person at the table but he's ALWAYS going to play the character he wants. 🥰 I imagine him cracking jokes the entire session but gets scary tactical during combat. And he brought the white claw. (Probably jokes about ERP with Khloe after the session is over... JK! Unless.)

Wizard - Khloe! The chronic overthinker and planner, she'd definitely be a clever spellcaster who would try and use her environment to her advantage because wizards have paper skin and glass bones. While she likes martial classes that's just so many numbers she's not prepared to handle. I think race-wise she might be a human variant like a Genasi! Or perhaps a gnome. Either or. Something where she can be colorful! She probably has dinner for everyone at the table and plenty of snackies. She'd take gameplay INCREDIBLY seriously but would definitely slip into silly shenanigans when prompted.

Fighter - Christian. Human fighter - completely by the numbers made in a generator character sheet. Has probably never played DND in his life but he loves hanging out without his coterie despite his grumpy demeanor so he's "toughing it out" and playing the most generic race+class combo imaginable at the DM's suggestion. He's made fun of it relentlessly by Ralph but he does a good job fighting. He's probably a stoic RP'er who only speaks minimally unless something really interests him, but he at least takes the game seriously enough so everyone still has a good time. He probably brought a giant coffee thermos because he always just got off work before a session. And actual beer because "fuck white claw, goddamnit."

Cleric - Kyle! The forever Healer both in unlife and at the table! He'd be a gorgeous elf of whom he'd already have stunning commissioned artwork of. He also has the highest Charisma at the table and probably has a stable of lovers in every port they visit. All implied of course and nothing explicit at the table. Probably spoke with the DM beforehand about a custom made God that is dubiously aligned morally... bordering on Warlock but he knows the system enough to game it properly. 🤭He and Khloe would be the ones taking the story the MOST serious, Kyle breaking character the least out of the party. Bonus Player: Nyth, Sydney's boyfriend(?) who will randomly join him some sessions to play a various pre-made NPC. He'd probably steal everyone's hearts before bailing halfway to go meet up with his bestie Noa or he'll make the session go on forever for one reason or another. He's a mess and we love him. AH so fun.... THANK YOU!

((Art by @the-art-block!!! Sydney, Nyth, Khloe, Ralph, Kyle, and Christian!))

[blazingblorbos]

oh god. oh god. oh.. oh gosh. I didn't expect this so soon. I didn't expect this today, I've been busy with life related things so the HYV calendar is really unbeknownst to me, is this update really next week already?? where can I rant about this- whERe can I rant about this-

oh. I made a blog for that exact purpose ! OKAY—!

fuck. fuck me, dude holy-

FUCK.

the slightly worried look on Arle's face as Snezhevna is reaching out her hand, only for her face to seemingly revert back to cold and neutral once the camera actually focuses in on her. Her tone is cold but her words are reassuring,,,,,,,,

ALSO GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. HOW GENTLY SHE HOLDS HER HAND.

the d o o r. the DOOR. THE FUCKING DOOR, CHAT. the slow opening at first, and once you can make out that it's certainly Arle's silhouette she shoves it fully open - both doors, both hands. incredibly attractive—. the FEAR in that man's eyes.

The crossed hands. We can't see her face but you know what expression she's making (it's not really an expression. it's neutral but you can feel it). THE FUCKING F E A R ON THAT MAN'S FACE.

Oh- she literally just grabbed him by the throat. Just like that- ! There's the expression. Oh, you feel it, alright. If you go frame by frame, you'll notice her eyes narrow in the slightest right before ->

POV: you're getting chocked out by Arlecchino, and that's actually the least of your worries. (my god she is beautiful).

I did not expect him to simply be thrown down to the ground and I ... d i d not expect her to step on his FACE. [insert gay masochistic joke here. you know the one]. Did not expect her to smile (this is the ONLY scene wherein we see her smile even slightly... huh...) *And the reason I say "I did not expect her to smile", is because with the momentum we were getting I thought she was straight up going to crush his throat, or stab him (hand, weapon or otherwise). It looked like she was digging the forefoot of her shoe into the guys head and not the... .. y'know deadly fucking heel, so that.. confused me. (and the sound when she supposedly stomped his head in did NOT sound all that impactful) but ANYWAYS I digress-

I'm of course assuming more happened after the cut to black because . madam where did you get that bloodstain on you—

BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE!?!?!? (more on this in a second)

Freminet??? Freminet feature ! (not Lyney or Lynette.. interesting). :(((( the poor boy sounds so,, desensitized. His father

holy shit quick intermission. After the mental chronological fuckfest that was "The Song Burning in the Embers" I don't think I can look at Arle and the HotH the same anymore because she's.. she's like not even 10 years older than them (?) it's insane this doesn't make any sense- ANYWAYS.

HIS FATHER comes back with what we later see to be real blood on her face. Tells him "I've acquired new funds". We know what that means... HE knows what that means!!, and the way WE - THE AUDIENCE - know that Freminet knows what it means is because the boy replies "Oh.. Okay.."

LIKE-! chat omg this is truly just routine for them,,,, Like out of the 3 siblings, Freminet always gave off the biggest child assassin vibe, but wow. To see that routine and desensitized nature of the HotH's line of work just,, splayed out in a Character Trailer is . wow. and the look in his eyes as he says it is- wow.

YEAH UHH BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE??/ The lighting in this scene now is evidently less saturated. And it's just- oh my FUCKING GOD it does so many things:

the blood on Arle's face looks... dry. it doesn't look as fresh as you may expect which could mean many things. It could mean she spent,,, hella long in there with that guy doing what needed to be done. It could mean she took care of something else immediately after dealing with that guy (perhaps smth related to the children Snezhevna wanted to save). But regardless, it means she didn't put in the effort to clean her face and hide what happened. OBVIOUSLY !!! that is so . obviously her style but to S E E IT IN MY GENSHIN IMPACT CHARACTER TRAILER it's- oh my god

it serves to highlight the really, truly, bleak nature of the scene now that we know plain and simple Arlecchino just killed a man. There's no subtext, there's no reading between the lines. The only thing that didn't happen is that we didn't see contact nor see a body. But, no sugarcoating, Arlecchino killed a man. No one is hiding it. You are not surprised. No one should be but damn.

and ofc it acts as a representation of Snezhevna dying...

because it seems like the saturation is back once the camera switches to looking at Snezhevna laying in bed.

And is it me, or does it look like Arle's allowing herself to actually display a tinge of worry in her expression this time? And also, EVER so slightly in her tone as well. You can feel it, it's gentler.

"Once I'm better I'll start my next mission.."

THIS. THIS!! IN SO MANY WAYS THIS!

OKAY. so bear with me. I haven't actually read any of the sibling's character stories yet, so there could be a LOT of info I'm missing but:

There's still a pretty thought-provoking conversation going on (in MY mind, at least) about just how intensely these children are being trained to be soldiers for the Fatui. They're obviously in an environment that indoctrinates them into being soldiers of SOME kind, but I still don't know what kind of soldier that's supposed to be. Are they all ALWAYS extensions of the Fatui? Or are they more-so extensions of Arlecchino specifically..? Snezhevna was obviously trying to help those children she came across, and I'm assuming that happened on her latest mission, so was the mission for a charitable cause?? What was her next mission supposed to be?? Same line of work? Saving people? Or would it switch up and was she going to be sent to "take care of" (kill .) someone???

So I don't know whether to interpret that line as a hint of them being overworked and 1) feeling like they need to continue their work out of pure fear that they'll be deemed ineffective and useless... or 2) feeling like they need to continue their work out of a sense of loyalty and duty to the place that took them in and raised them. Or both..

and ofc the funeral scene. I can't say much more than what's already shown right on the screen.

and am I bugging? Or is the location of the grave....

[rom-e-o]

The boys (including Bob) all being invited out for a "business dinner" by a prominent but sleazey associate that ends up being in... an adult entertainment venue that's geared mostly towards the gentlemen. This associate doesn't bother to mention this to the boys for whatever reason, so, naturally, the wives are invited along, because, unless it was top secret, why would you not invite your lovely, charming better halves along for an evening of what you presume to be fine dining? Needless to say, NONE of the couples are very impressed, but this associate insists on having the "meeting" here, and because he is someone with significant pull on high places and would be ideal to have an ally in, they all bite their tongues and go along. Cue the ladies kind of putting a damper on this man's (and, really, a lot of men's) evening as they naturally kind of monopolize a lot of the working girls' time with genuine and friendly chatting. Yes, they definitely offer up help and services to lots of the girls who would like to get out of the business but feel stuck. Yes, they also discuss beauty tips. And work out routines. And like be connections. And just have lots of positive interaction with the girls working there, because these are three core Pack women, why wouldn't they connect with these women?😅. Maybe they even talk with a depressed man they find in there or help a guy who's trapped there by his mates but wants to get back home to his own girl so he doesn't screw things up with her.

And the hubbies are just as enchanted with their beloveds as ever.

Ooooh ... I love this! And how absolutely in-character that entire scenario is for them. They would SO be the type to walk into a room of topless waitresses and dancers and immediately start making friends.

The associate brings them to this private area, just swarming with ladies. Poor Bob is red in the face the WHOLE time, and can barely glance up from the floor. Thankfully, Ethel leads him along. ("Careful, watch your step.")

I feel like the ladies are mostly amused by the showboating. The obvious display of 'manliness' in the form of this entertainment display. It's incredibly transparent.

As they settle in, waitressed bringing them drinks and rubbing shoulders, the ladies start working their magic around the table.

"Mmm...someone on here is wearing Neroli Portofino by Tom Ford. Who is it?" Connie asks.

And one of the more timid girls, who obviously is hesitant to be there, stammers, "O-Oh, me. I'm sorry, is it too fragrant?"

"No, it's lovely! Perfume smells different on each person because of pH. It smells delightful on you."

"Oh, thank you! I-It was a gift from my mom."

The head gent starts snapping for another round, but oh no. The ladies talk over him.

"Your mom? Is she local?"

"N-No. Um. She lives in Lavenham. You wouldn't know-"

"Suffolk, right?"

"N-wait, yes!"

Meanwhile, another convo with the woman starting to dance, Bess says, "Oh, hey, excuse me! I don't mean to leer, but your legs look amazing! Do you also do pilates, or ...?"

"Oh? Actually, I do kickboxing."

"Kickboxing? Oh my gosh, you're kidding. I do, too!"

"Not shit, really? Honey, we should got o class together. I've been dying for a spar partner to help me keep my reps up. Want to trade info?"

"Absolutely! Here, sit down right here."

The men are flabbergasted as their entire entourage of ladies completely shifts attention away from them and onto the women in the room. EVEN when he sends that group away and bright new ones into the room, the convos continues. Make-up. Morning routines. Where did you go to collage? Aw, your dog is a viszla? How long have you had her?

Ethel, meanwhile, insists on taking the trays from the girls hands and helping pass drinks, and she is giving these men NO victory. No sashay, so giggles. Just a 'here' and she practically drops it into their palms and goes back to bantering with another woman about her child starting preschool. "Oh, you must be so excited for your little Marguerite! Congrats, pet! Does she knows what she wants to be? ... London's first astronaut? Well, I'll be watching the skies for her!"

The hubbies are enamored, and so proud. They already weren't going to let this sleazeball walk all over them, let alone use an adult venue to turn this into some pathetic excuse for a pathetic excuse of a stag party. But to see their wifeys give these ladies a good time while completely talking all over the plans of this sleazeball? Oh, it's glorious.