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leaderwonim · 11 months ago

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I LOVE YOU LIKE . . .

pairing. enhypen ot7 x fem!reader

genre. fluff, angst in some of them if you squint

synopsis: in which enha members love you like different songs

LEE HEESEUNG

“i love you like seasons by wave to earth”

he was the bad boy who was afraid to love you because he was so scared he would ruin your life. he tried convincing you that it wouldn’t work, that you deserved way better than he could ever be.

“that’s not true hee,” you say as you cupped his face into your hands. “i love you and that’s all that matters.”

although lee heeseung swore to himself he would never fall in love, the idea is thrown out the window as soon as you muttered those 3 words that seemed to change his whole lookout on life.

“i love you.” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead, engulfing you into a hug. “thank you for loving me back in this universe.”

PARK JONGSEONG

“i love you like my love mine all mine by mitski”

jay was a certified lover boy by heart. people, more specifically, guys—would often tell jay it was too early to settle down and he should have as much fun as he could before that moment came.

he disagreed completely. jay wanted someone to love, someone who he’d propose to after dating for some time. he didn’t just want someone to warm his bed for the night, or call when he’s drunk and alone. he wanted someone who would stay up late to talk about spontaneous things like how many kids they wanted or what career they wanted to go into.

and he found himself lucky when he met you, the cute girl in his chemistry class on his first day at college. you swooned him over with just one smile, and he knew he was helpless right there and then.

“here—i can get that.” he says, reaching for your heavy backpack.

“oh it’s okay jay!” you quickly protest, but it’s to no avail because jay’s already got it swung around his shoulder, your textbooks in his hand.

“i can’t have my future children knowing i made their mother carry heavy items, can i?” he jokes, which makes you blush as you look down at your feet.

“enough jay! you’re gonna make me turn a tomato.”

it has only been one week since he’s asked you to be his girlfriend with some cliche chemistry pickup line, but it was the best decision of his life. after all, you were all his, and he was all yours.

SIM JAEYUN

“i love you like would that i by hozier”

sim jaeyun likes to think of your relationship as a breath of fresh air on the first day of summer vacation. he feels fulfilled when he’s with you, and he couldn’t ask the universe for a better feeling.

when you spoke about the things you loved, he listened in attentively, his pretty eyelashes batting as his ears concentrated themselves to only tune into your voice.

“hey! are you listening?” sunoo whines as he taps jake’s shoulder, but heeseung stops stops him.

“don’t bother,” heeseung snickers. “jake’s too obsessed with his girlfriend to hear you.”

he lives for picnic dates with you in autumn when the leaves are turning their pretty shade of orange. he’d pick a more secluded place, one where you can run off into the nearby grass while he chases after you, pulling you into a hug and placing kisses all over your face once he catches you

PARK SUNGHOON

“i love you like slut by taylor swift”

park sunghoon was most definitely the most popular guy in your uni. he had the looks and his shy but charming personality made him even more attractive to the girls.

when they first saw you walking around with sunghoon, there were rumors that he was just using you because they’d never seen him with a girl before and he wasn’t the type of guy to get into a relationship (but boy were they wrong)

he wanted to take things slow because he really liked you, so you two began hanging out more and more and he even introduced you to his friends — heeseung, jake and jay.

heeseung and jake even took you to the arcade after one of your long exams, claiming they needed to take care of sunghoon’s girlfriend even though he hadn’t officially asked you out yet.

when girls at the uni saw this, they freaked out, bombarding you with words like slut or whore simply because you were hanging out with sunghoon’s friends.

“i don’t know why they hate me so much.” you sniffle as you wipe away your tears. one of the girls had bumped into your shoulder harshly as she was walking by, creating a small but aching bruise where she had hit.

“c’mere.” sunghoon says, pulling you into his arms. “they’re just jealous because i like you and not them. you’re the most beautiful and sweetest girl i know.”

even though everybody seemed to like park sunghoon, he made it clear that he wanted you, and when he pulled you in earlier as you cried to him, you realized that in a world full of boys, park sunghoon was a gentleman.

KIM SUNOO

“i love you like sweet by cigarettes after sex”

it was truly easy to fall in love with kim sunoo. he was the epitome of sunshine, and he made your days just a little bit brighter by simply being around you.

loving kim sunoo was sweet and delicate, going on small dates where you two would walk around and eat street food as you admired the views that seoul had to offer.

“i love you, you know that?” sunoo suddenly says, finishing up the last of the bread he bought from the sweet old lady vendor next to your house.

“all of a sudden?” you giggle nervously, tippy toeing to place a small kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“just thought i’d let you know.” he shrugs. “i love you more than anything.”

“i love you too sun,” you smile. “you’re the sweetest boy i could ask for.”

YANG JUNGWON

“i love you like real love baby by father john misty”

loving yang jungwon felt like finally kissing your soulmate in the rain.

it felt like kissing them with such a passion even though both of your hairs are wet from the water and you swear that you’ll catch a cold the next day by your soaked clothes.

however, it doesn’t matter because you’re finally with the one person that you want.

loving yang jungwon felt like that. it felt real, and it felt like it was the final piece in your missing puzzle.

“wanna dance in the rain?” jungwon asks, eyebrows wiggling themselves at you.

you roll your eyes, smacking your hand against his chest softly. “and risk catching a fever? i thought you were more responsible than that yang.”

“ouch,” he says, holding his chest. “we’re on last name basis now?”

you pull him in, placing a kiss so quickly on his lips that he whines when you push him back.

“that was not fair!” he says, sitting himself next to you on the soft fuzzy floor.

“oh my won baby,” you tease. “we can dance in the rain only if you promise we get chinese takeout after.”

“PROMISE!” he shrieks, grabbing your hand as he practically runs over to the coat shack.

NISHIMURA RIKI

“i love you like black friday by tom odell”

nishimura riki was a joker by heart. he loved playing around and making jokes because it made his body rush with dopamine that fueled his ability to keep going.

however, when he was with you, it was like there was a whole new side to him — that not even his friends or family knew.

“i wish i had a better body,” you say, frowning as you look down at your legs that were currently tangled with riki’s on the couch. “i wanna be perfect like all of my friends.”

the clicking of his remote stops immediately after you say that, his game console long abandoned as he untangles his legs from yours, pulling you straight into his arms.

“yah, where is this coming from?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “did someone say something?”

“no.” you sigh.

“you know that you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever set my eyes on?” he says, holding your shoulders so that he could make direct eye contact with you. “pretty like the ocean, pretty like the wind, everytime i’m around you — i get this rush of adrenaline. you make me so happy.”

your eyes soften at his sweet and genuine tone, wrapping your arms around his neck as you play with his hair. “i love you riki, you make me happy too.”

he lets you lay your head on his lap as he plays his game, your laugh every time he made a noise of disapproval at his teammates made his heart leap.

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lovelucilfer · 4 months ago

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self indulgent fluff for my beloved husband's birthday!! after worrying that I wouldn't have anything to post for him, I somehow managed to write this. I love him and he deserves nothing but softness. happy birthday to my favourite uchiha. 🍅🍙💙

The first thing Sasuke notices when he wakes, sitting up as he blinks the sleep from his tired eyes, is the unusual absence on your side of the bed. It's rare for you to rouse before he does, but a press of his hand to the sheets and the warmth still clinging to them tells him that you're not far. Though he already has a sneaking suspicion as to where you've disappeared to. One that makes a fond smile tug at the corners of his lips as he gets up.

Instead of going about his morning routine as he usually would, Sasuke wanders out from your bedroom, padding carefully down the hallway towards the kitchen of your home. This is where you are, he's certain of it — if the sweet, resounding hum of your voice and clattering dishes are anything to go by.

Sure enough, as he breaches the doorway, leaning against its frame, there you are. The sight of you makes Sasuke soften, his muscles going lax as he refrains from making his presence known just yet. You're still in your pajamas, hair thrown up into a haphazard bun to keep it from falling into your eyes as you cook. He takes his time letting his heavily lidded gaze roam over you, appreciating every curve and inch of your exposed skin as you work; the crook of your neck, the inviting slope of your shoulder, and your bare thighs. All favourite places of his.

Sasuke knows that you know what day it is, and the thought that you've gone out of your way to wake up earlier than you typically like to in order to make him breakfast has warmth spreading through his chest. The small ways in which you show your love for him, and choose to celebrate him, never going unnoticed. His fingers twitch with want as he pushes himself from the door, tempted to reach out and pull you close as he splays them over your skin.

"You're up early." Sasuke murmurs, startling you with the low rasp of his voice, a hint of amusement in his tone as he watches you turn your head to look at him with pleasant surprise.

His name falls from your lips at the familiar sound, breathy and affectionate, and a smirk tugs at his lips in response as he quietly closes the distance between the two of you. Sasuke's hand finds your hip to give it a gentle squeeze in greeting. Dropping his head to nose along your neck, he breathes you in before brushing his lips against your shoulder.

"I am," you confirm, a giggle bubbling up from your mouth as Sasuke's hair tickles you, "Go sit, it's almost ready."

Sasuke hums, reluctant to pull away from the comfort of your body heat, but moves to seat himself at the kitchen table as per your request. He knows better than to argue, and he wouldn't want you to think that the effort of your doting gesture has been lost on him. It's quite the opposite, as he gazes at you there's nothing but unadulterated love in his eyes. You can see it too, suddenly feeling shy as you set his food down in front of him. It isn't uncommon for you to make breakfast, but something about this morning, knowing you've made it especially with him in mind has it feeling extra special.

When Sasuke glances down at the plate before him on the table his heart squeezes in his chest. All of his favourites are included, prepared undoubtedly with love and care, but there's one thing in particular that has an unexpected rush of emotion catching him off guard. Cherry tomatoes, that you've somehow managed to slice deftly into the shape of small hearts.

You worry at your bottom lip as you arrange your own breakfast, skimming through your mind for anything you could have missed while you wait for the telltale sound of Sasuke's hum of approval. It's a sound you've become partial to, taking pleasure in it whenever you get the chance to cook for the both of you. But it doesn't come, and you can feel the weight of Sasuke's gaze, the silence eating away at you as your pulse quickens with concern.

"Is it too much? It's silly... childish, I know—" you stammer, shaking your head as heat starts to rise to your face in embarrassment, turning to look at him only to be met with the hard plane of his chest, "Mm!"

You're interrupted by the firm press of Sasuke's lips to yours, his hand finding the small of your back with practiced ease as he circles your waist, scooping you into his embrace as he kisses you. It's all-consuming, the kind of kiss that steals your breath and has you chasing after his mouth once he pulls away — as is every kiss Sasuke initiates, you've found. You flush at the sudden proximity, melting at the feel of his hot breath fanning out over your lips as your own hands come up to cup his face instinctively. Brushing your thumbs along his jaw, your eyes search his, filled with love and longing.

"It's perfect." He insists, his voice carrying a warmth and tenderness saved solely for you as he dispels your worries, "Thank you."

Sasuke's words are saturated with sincerity, his gratitude evident as he punctuates them with yet another deep, fervent kiss. He feels your arms slide up to wrap around his neck as he captures your lips, revelling in the way that you arch into him, even as he pulls away to study your delicate features. Several moments pass as you peer at one another, time seeming to suspend itself as the two of you bask in the intimate exchange.

"Happy birthday, Sasuke." you tell him finally, your voice dripping with adoration as you brush the hair from his face, wanting to look at him fully.

It makes Sasuke's heart skip a beat, fluttering in his chest as he peers down at you with a soft reverence that speaks volumes to the depths of his love and appreciation for you. Seeing the same love reflected back at him in your eyes, he can't help but to smile. He knows that in that moment, every birthday from here on will be a good one, so long as he gets to spend it by your side.

#it's finally finished!! and on time!!! >.<#jfhjvbdjfb #please don't look at me i'm terribly soft #i hope this is okay #sasuke uchiha #sasuke x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke fluff #naruto #naruto x reader #🖊️

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kkatastrophic · 5 months ago

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Danganronpa Characters Watching a Move (at the cinema)

Eats all their food before the movie starts:

Akane - Foodie

Aoi - No self control when it comes to food

Hiro - Somehow accidentally eats it all

Kaito - Trips while walking up the stairs and spills it everywhere.

Nagito - Eats it during the trailers

Cries when the supporting character/animal dies:

Chihiro - Cries when the dog dies

Gundham - Also cries when the dog dies

Himiko - ALSO cries when the dog dies

Kaede - "They were such a supportive character *sniff, sob*"

Mikan - (She cried because the opening was too loud)

Peko - She cried when the dogs were separated in the street

Sakura - "What a loyal character"

Sonia - Cries when the dog dies

Monomi/Usami - "They didn't deserve that" <- Animal and Character

Nekomaru - "They took one for the team... that's loyalty... *sniffling*"

Throws Popcorn/Food at People:

Fuyuhiko - He hits the couple infront of him while they're kissing

Hiyoko - She dumps it on the people being too loud and laughs at them

Kokichi - Throws from far away, Kaito gets blamed and escorted out

Leon - Incredible accuracy, hits the screen when the characters talk, often lands "in their mouths"

Mondo - Throwing popcorn with Leon, missing most of the time, but still having fun.

Monotaro - Dumps it all on his siblings

Gets kicked out of the cinema:

Junko - Already got a permanent ban from it, escorted out on sight.

Kazuichi - Somehow accidentally does something really bad and has to be escorted out, he leaves with Kaito.

Mukuro - Saw the prices of her favourite slushie go up by 50c and threatened the cashier with a hunting knife.

Teruteru - He was innapropriate to the female worker/s.

Monokuma - Escorted out on sight, left right after sneaking in with Junko.

Talking the Whole Time (mostly gets popcorn thrown at them):

Angie - I don't know why, but I think she would.

Ibuki - Extremely loud and constantly gets "shushed"

Hifumi - Rambles about the actors and their voice overs in different anime.

Sayaka - Accidentally unaware, always notices easter eggs

Kiyotaka - Unaware socially and doesn't realise it's wrong

Tenko - Screams at the screen whenever a male comes on, gets shushed constantly and is escorted out to the lobby to wait for the movie to finish.

Monokid - He's just really loud.

Watching the Movie in Peace:

Imposter/Twogami - He's chill about the movie, eats his food quickly and constantly gets up to get more.

Chiaki - Relaxing, fell asleep after the first song/instrumental

Kirumi - Picking up rubbish/popcorn from the floor to help the workers. Stays late to assist with cleanup.

Korekiyo - Occasionally comments, but enjoys the movie nevertheless.

Kyoko - Still and silent, making sligh "huh" "ohhh" noises when she realises plot twists are coming up.

Monodam - Tells everybody to get along, sits with Monomi/Usami and tells the people around him to shush.

Shuichi - Done with everybodies shit by the end, but tolerates it for the other viewers sakes'.

Rantaro - He got no development, I didn't know where to put him.

Ryoma - Sits at the front because he can't see over the seats, quiet and isn't bothered by the others.

Spoils it on Accident:

Keebo - "I read an online forum" and then spoils the majority of the movie.

Mahiru - Searched all the actors on IMDB, watched trailers, found many full movie essay reviews on the movie before buying tickets, went on rotten tomatos for reviews. She wanted to get her moneys worth!

Makoto - Already seen it before because it was trending a week prior, accidentally spoils it but the people next to him don't mind.

Tsumugi - Got spoilers by Mahiru, was already in the fandom, came in cosplay and spoiled a bunch of it while rambling.

Gonta - "Gonta heard (spoils entire plot, then starts talking about the bee movie)"

Monophanie - "Hm I watched a movie like this... (<- It was the movie they were watching and she spoiled it all.)

Hajime - "Oh no... I'm a failure!" "Yes Hajime, a reserve course student hanging out with the Ultimates... you should be a stepping stone!" (<- He then gets mad at Nagito and spoils it to him purposefully, others hear though.)

Spoils it on Purpose:

Byakuya - Ruins the fun for his own enjoyment

Monosuke - Just wants to be annoying

Celestia - Somebody annoyed her because they took too long to order tickets, she got mad and spoiled it for the rest of the cinema loudly when she walked out of the movie.

Miu - Does it for shits and giggles

Toko - Depending on her mood. She gets mad at somebody next to her and yells at them.

Maki - Was in a bad mood when she walked in, only spoiled it because Kaito was escorted out due to Kokichis bad behaviour.

I LOVE MAKING THESE TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS BELOW!

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how-serene · 8 months ago

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Try A Little Tenderness

Pairing - Bob Taylor x Neutral!Reader

Summary - Bob comes home to find you, and the sweetest surprise.

Word count - 874

Warnings - slight mention of anxiety, fluff, comfort, gender neutral reader, bob crying, no use of y/n, soft moments with bob

A/N - Just a lil date night with Bob, my boy deserves the world. Decided to upload it early!

Bob walked inside, shoulders finally easing as he shut and locked the front door. The little nauseating ball of anxiety he had been carrying around with him throughout the day dissipated. He could almost feel the warmth on his back emanating from the kitchen light. Somewhere, you were humming a mindless tune, causing the trembling of his hands to still.

You were home.

He placed his shoes on the floor by the entrance door, and hurriedly turned to find you. Although he never had to look too far. Not too long ago his home was more of a shell, bare boned on the inside with not so much as a dining table. Suddenly you came along, and the empty vessel of his house became a home. Little parts of your presence were everywhere. From the patterned quilt thrown over the back of the couch, to the thrifted clock you found in the shape of a whale that hung in the hallway. It was a lovely reminder that you were here, all the time. His eyes ran over the little bits of clutter you added to his home before he finally found you, in the kitchen.

You had an apron on, a wooden spoon clutched in your hand as you stirred whatever was cooking on the stove. The savory aroma of tomato sauce wafted into his nose as he slowly approached you. You looked over your shoulder, smiling at his presence. He watched as you shut the burner off, and turned to throw your arms around him.

He melted into the embrace, your body warm from being in the stuffy kitchen for so long. He felt your fingers scratch the back of his head, toying with his dark locks.

“You’re home early,” you said, voice muffled as he held you against his chest. You pulled back, brushing back the hair over his eyes. His gaze lingered on you, trailing over your sweet features that left him breathless if he stared too long. You quickly pecked his cheek, your soft lips causing heat to rise to his face. His heart stuttered from the action.

“Come on, handsome boy, I want to show you something.” You grasped his hand, dragging him to the dining room. You were buzzing from your own excitement, feeling nerves swell inside as you approached the surprise.

‘What are you-

His words faded as his eyes took in the sight. The cheap, wooden dining table was dressed with a white cloth, as lit candles and various flowers decorated the top. Your own hand never left his, though he could feel you were shaking.

“I originally planned to have everything done before you came home, but you showed up earlier than I thought.” You explained, running your thumb over his knuckles (if only to distract your own nervousness.)

His eyes stung as they began to water, he swallowed the tight lump forming in his throat. You were so sweet. Oh god, you were too sweet and too good for him. This wasn’t even the first time you’d done this, but it still knocked him back every time.

“Bob?” He heard you call his name, somewhere far off in the distance. You entered his blurry vision, looking at him with concern. Your warm palm rested against his cheek, thumb brushing against his skin.

“T-Thank you” he stuttered out, his voice small and quiet. Your lips met his, only briefly, making his head feel fuzzy. You gently nudged him toward his seat, hands guiding him to sit down.

“I’ll be back,” you rushed back to the kitchen, and brought in a pan filled with pasta and that familiar smell of spaghetti sauce. The apron was gone.

He rubbed his hands over his knees, as he watched you place the pan on the table (with a pair of tongs) and sit across from him. Your eyes met across the small dining table. He drank in the lovely sight of you, all golden and light as the candles flickered and swayed. An overwhelming wave of fondness washed over him.

You looked away from him, fidgeting in your seat.

“Well, let’s eat.”

The Platters played from the speakers, the voice of Tony Williams filling the living room. Bob and you were curled up on the couch, the candles on the table beginning to dim. The dirty dishes were piled in the sink, forgotten as Bob rested on top of you. His ear was pressed against your chest, listening to the faint thump of your heart. He sighed, as your hands ran through his hair, causing him to sink further and further away. He struggled to fight against the drowsiness pulling his body under, but the sound of you quietly singing along only further soothed him.

I love you, he thought. The words on the tip of his tongue yet never leaving his mouth. He felt himself drift off, snuggling further into your chest.

Maybe he’ll say it to you another time, when he was confident enough to look you in the eye.

You deserved that much and more, he believed.

Tony Williams' voice filled his head, before he finally succumbed to sleep.

"Each day I pray for evening Just to be with you Together at last at twilight time"

#david dastmalchian #bob taylor x reader #bob taylor #prisoners 2013 #fluff

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 2 years ago

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Secrets (D.W. x Reader)

Dean Winchester x Female! Reader Request: Could I make a supernatural request? Reader has written in her diary about her crush on dean and doesn't know he feels the same way. Jack doesn't know what a diary is and finds it sitting with a bunch of books or something and reads it. Since he doesn't know what the book is he reads a few passages out loud to the brothers. The reader probably gets pissed off and Dean says how he feels.

Warnings: Angst, Reader is mean to jack a little. Overall pretty fluffy. Rating: Anyone can read this!

A/N: I am accepting a supernatural tag list, if you like to join please leave a comment or send an ask! I also am still accepting Requests!

Gif not mine*

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It has now been days since you have had a case. This means you got a very long break that you deserved. The bunker was nice and quiet, for the first time in a very long time.

You were sitting at the table with Sam, Jack, and Dean. Writing in your diary. Yes, you understood that having a diary was kinda...childish. But, did you care? No. It helped you cope with everything that has been thrown at you over the years of hunting. It also helped you talk about the feelings you've had for a certain green-eyed hunter.

You have known Dean for about two years now and met through Jody Mills. During these two years, you both have been through quite a bit throughout the time you have known each other. Such as Dean with the Mark of Cain, demon Dean, Amara, British Men of Letters (They were so annoying).

Now we are now raising Jack a Nephilim, son of Lucifer. He looked like he was sixteen, but was technically only two months old. Very bizarre I know. It was challenging, to say the least. Teaching him everything he needs to know at a quick pace wasn't ideal. But, Jack was a kid. A very powerful kid, but a kid.

Jack was sitting across from you trying to help Sam do research about a ghoul, Sam wanted to take him on a case soon so he could learn the ways to hunt. Dean was beside you eating the burger he made earlier and reading an article on the news website, you decided to take your time and write in your diary.

There wasn't a day that you didn't go out to write in your diary. You wrote in it so much that even Sam and Dean picked up on your routine. You close your diary and lay it on the table, stand up from the table, and walk to the kitchen for a drink. When you walk to the kitchen you see the huge mess that Dean has made in there. For one burger, that man was messier than a two year old.

You could see the sliced-up tomato guts on the cutting board, lettuce leaves, and onion all around the table and on the floor.

"Dammit, Dean." You laugh seeing his mess before you grabbed the broom and cleaned the floor. Wiping all the tomato, lettuce, and onion remains off the floor and into the garbage can.

After you cleaned that mess up, you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. Afterward, you walked down the hallway to hear Jack speaking, "I have no idea why I have been feeling like this lately. My feelings for him have become stronger and stronger that I can't even stand going on cases anymore to see him get hurt."

What is Jack even talking about? Does he have feelings for someone? But, he doesn't even know or understand how relationships work. He has only been on this earth for two months.

You walked faster down the hall to see Jack sitting beside Sam with your diary, but before you can say a word he read more.

"I really like Dean. There I said it. I like Dean Winchester. I fear losing him to a hunt and can't bear with losing him to a monster. I liked him for a few years now, but I have been too afraid to say anything. I'm sure by how Dean would rather be with other women that he doesn't feel the same about me. Plus, I wouldn't want to lose our friendship over my childish crush."

Before Sam had a say in anything, you were already crossing the room to Jack. Snatching your journal away. Your open water bottle was on the floor, spilled.

"Do you know that it isn't nice to read someone's diary?!" You yell at Jack. Jack holds his hands up, "Y/n, I didn't know. It was on the table with the other books. I thought it was re-"

You cut Jack's sentence off, "Research?? Really? What's your excuse? You see me write in it EVERY DAY Jack! How could you not pick up that it's something personal! Oh, wait. You're a little baby in the body of a sixteen-year-old!" You slam your book down in front of him, "Go ahead and read the rest. You read enough already!"

Jack had his head down hearing you yell at him while Sam and Dean looked at you and him. You know Jack didn't know what it was. But, you felt betrayed and hurt by the fact that now my secret crush was out. Dean knew. You could feel all the eyes on you and your own eyes burned. Tears were gonna start falling soon. You left the room and went down the hallway to your room and slammed your door shut.

You lay down on your bed and sighed. Hiding your face with your hands and sobbing. You could never look at Dean or Sam again. You got up and started packing your clothes. Everything was over. The friendships you built. Gone. The years of working with them—him was over after everything you've been through.

A knock on the door broke you out of your thought. You wiped the tears from your face and opened the door to see Dean leaning on the doorway in his red henley and blue jeans.

"Hey." He spoke looking at you, "Can I come in?"

You open the door wide enough to allow Dean in, he walks in and rubs his head with his hand while you closed the door.

"What do you want D?"

Dean took a breath before he spoke, "Look. You were really hard on Jack. He didn't know. He is just a kid."

You nod your head at Dean, understanding what he said. "Yeah. I know. I'm gonna to apologize to him later. I am just mad." You look at your feet not looking at his face.

Dean looked at your partially packed suitcase and sighed, "I understand why you are mad. But, I came to talk to you because I need-Dammit I ain't good at this." He took a breath before he spoke again, "Ilikeyoutoo."

He said that sentence so fast you couldn't quite make out what he said. You look at him confused and step closer to him, "What?"

Dean sighs and takes a step forward, "Screw it." He takes your face in his hand and kisses you.

His lips were soft but you could feel the passion behind them, You stood there for a moment letting Dean kiss you before you returned the kiss giving the same passion he was giving you.

It felt like pure bliss while the kiss lasted. You never wanted it to stop.

Dean pulled away, his hands still on your face holding it gently. He looked you in the eyes. His green ones are full of emotion and devotion for you.

"Do you get what I am saying now? I don't want you to go." Dean said, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile up at Dean.

"I never will go."

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ch4p3lofbl00d · 1 year ago

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I love you~Chris Motionless

Y/N Pov:

Another day at school. Another day that I have to deal with the bullying. I've been at this school for three years now. Everyday, I get bullied for being goth; I wear spiked chokers and if I'm feeling like it, I wear spiked boots.

I shaved my eyebrows and draw them on everyday. Most people think that I'm satanic or a devil worshiper. It makes me laugh, but recently it hasn't. The jocks at my school are all football players and if you get in their way, they'll beat the actual shit out of you.

They've punched, kicked, slapped, threw disgusting words at me, and more than that. There was only one boy at this school who understood you. In a school filled with jocks and popular girls it was hard to be yourself, but it didn't stop me. It didn't stop Christopher Cerulli either.

I had a crush on him; he was the sweetest person ever. He was the only other person who dressed like me. He was also the only person who I would talk to. Everyone else were dick heads who slam you into lockers if you didn't do something right or even walk past them to get to your class on time.

I sighed as I looked over at the desk next to me; he still wasn't here. Just as I looked up, I saw him running to the back where our desks were. I smiled, and heard him quietly say "did I miss anything"

I quickly shooked my head "no" and said "you were just in time" I smiled at him as he flashed a quick smile back at me.

I felt butterflies, but I tried to push them away by focusing on my work. I bit the end of my pen as I tried to figure out a question. I guess Chris saw this because he whispered the answer to me "it's 1,000"

I smiled at him, and whispered "thank you, Chris". I saw him smiled back at me, and say "No problem, Y/N" I smiled as i looked back down at my book.

I finished up the last few math questions I had, and closed my book, just as the bell rang. I put my book in my bag, and threw my bag over my shoulder. I walked out of class with Chris right by my side.

We walked to the cafeteria together side by side, but I stopped walking. A few days ago, Chris didn't come to school due to being sick, so that cause my bullies to start bullying me. They started throwing things at me and started calling me horrible names.

I just ignored it until I got home; I spend hours in my bathroom crying. All because of some jerks. I shaked myself out of my trance, and saw Chris looking concerned. "You okay, Y/N?"

I quickly nodded, and said "I'm gonna skip lunch. I'm not that hungry" I saw Chris shake his head, disapproving of my decision, and he said "come on Y/N. You have been skipping lunch for days. I wanna eat with my best friend"

I sighed as I smiled, and said "okay. I'll meet you for lunch in 5" I saw Chris nod, and run to the cafeteria. I sighed as I walked to my locker to put my backpack and books in there. I can't believe Chris talked me into eating lunch with him today.

It's not like I don't want to, I just don't want the bullies to come after him too. I sighed, and walked to where Chris was standing by a table. "You came!"

I nodded while smiling, and said "of course, I came! I wanted to eat lunch with my best friend" I saw Chris smile at me, and pull out a chair for me to sit in.

I nervously sat down and looked around the room as Chris went and got us some food. I sighed when I spotted my bullies. I tried to hie the best that I could without them spotting me, but to my luck, I failed.

They saw me and immediately started throwing trash at me. I'm just glad that Chris wasn't here to see this; he didn't deserve to be bullied either. He was too sweet and caring.

I looked down as I felt someone throw a tomato at me. That's definitely gonna leave a bruise. I felt tears threatening to come out, then I heard a voice say "Leave Y/N the fuck alone"

I stood up, and slowly walked over to Chris as more garbage was getting thrown at my back. "Chris, I don't want them to start bullying you too"

I saw Chris shake his head, and say "it's okay. I just want you safe. I love you Y/N more than a friend" I stood there shocked, Chris liked me back? "I... I... Love you too.."

I saw Chris smile and walk over to me, pulling me into his arms "I love you so much. Those assholes are never ever gonna mess with you again. My horror queen" I smiled as he said this; we stood there, staring at each other as we slowly leaned in and it was so weird, feeling Chris's soft lips on mine, but it felt nice.

We stayed like this for a few more minutes, until we both heard everyone in the cafeteria "awe" I giggled as Chris pulled me out of the cafeteria and we went to our next class. I never thought that this would happen, but I'm so glad that it did.

Thank you for reading! :)

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the-star-knight · 5 days ago

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Tales Of A Star

Summary: A retelling of the show through Star’s eyes

Star is young teenager, daughter to one of the Queen’s handmaiden and the royal stable keeper, when the long lost princess has soon to be held coronation, she comes across a magical stone. Unknowingly of how this is her destiny, she soon finds out that this gem turns her world on its head, giving her a sword, armor, and a duty she must carry: protecting the Kingdom of Corona.

Chapter 14 - Goodbye and Goodwill

Author’s Note: After over a year since the last chapter was posted, I finally finished this one haha. I only really post a chapter for an episode rewrite if I deemed that there's enough Star involvement for it. This one is a lil bit longer than what I would like for these chapter. It's 3.7K

Word Count: 3,701

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“I can’t express just how much this time in Vardaros means to us, '' Rapunzel said with a smile. “We may have come here as strangers but I'd like to think we’re leaving as friends. So in the spirit of the friendship we would like to share a Corona tradition with all of you. I’m proud to announce the first annual Vardaros Goodwill Festival!”

Banners rolled down with a picture of a gopher, very similar to the ones we had in Corona for our own Goodwill Festivals.

Unlike our own Goodwill Festival, this announcement was met with silence, which to me, it was expected. From the start, Vardaros was not a city where lots of people would be thrilled to see a celebration focused on kindness and goodwill.

“Boo!” man yells amidst the few scattered people who were even remotely interested in what Rapunzel had to say. In total there were about eight people and I counted.

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“Yeah, I got booed at last year’s festival, too,” Rapunzel whispered to us, probably thinking it was a good sign. “Don’t worry, this is going to be fantastic!”

Something was thrown onto the banner. I turned around and it was a tomato splat all over the banner.

Not sure how confident Rapunzel is about this idea after that.

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“It’s great that you wanna do this, Raps,” Cassandra said to Rapunzel, “but this town isn’t like Corona. They don’t feel the need to celebrate something every six seconds.”

“You should really listen to Cass,” Vex suggested. “Vardarans aren’t really the ‘goodwill’ kind of crowd.”

“I hate goodwill, ya clod!” A cranky old lady yelled out as she walked past us, validating Cassandra’s point.

“I know people here are a little rougher around the edges but they deserve to have a good time.”

“Are you sure everyone shares your idea of what makes a good time?” Cass asked, concerned of what Rapunzel was thinking of. “Look, not one person has signed up for the gopher grab. Which might not be a bad thing since we don’t have a gopher.”

“She’s right, Rapunzel.” I added.

“Hey, don’t worry about that. I’ve got my two best gopher hunters on the job. I’m sure they're out there snagging a gopher as we speak.”

That really didn’t satisfy me, and Eugene apparently as well, since we’re referring to Hookfoot and Lance. Both had already left to the woods to capture a gopher and hadn’t come back.

“Probably, you know we may actually wanna cancel the gopher grab,” he suggested.

“Yeah, that’s not a bad idea.” I agreed.

“It’ll be tough to find a gopher here. This is sneezeweasel country.” Vex said.

“I’m sorry, what's a sneezeweasel?” Cass asked.

“It’s a mammalian omnivore indigenous to this region whose primary diet is gophers, mice, and voles,” Shorty burped out.

We all exchanged a surprised look. We all knew that Shorty, isn’t all there so him blurting out something coherent, and even intelligent almost, was surprising to say the least,

“Um, Shorty, how do you know so much about sneezeweasel?” Eugene asked.

“I used to be one!” Shorty replied.

“Oh, that’s better,” Eugene said in relief. There was the Shorty we all knew.

“Look! Someone’s signing up for the Gopher Grab!” Rapunzel jumped as she saw someone approach the sign up sheet.

“And you thought the good cheer wouldn’t catch on,” Rapunzel turned to Cassandra.

“Actually, he’s stealing your quill,” Cassandra corrected.

We all turned around to see the man approaching the sign up sheet, took the quill and ran off with it.

Yeah, that makes more sense, I thought to myself.

Cassandra chased the man. She manages to tackle him. What I didn’t expect was Cass yelling at him to force him to sign up. A crowd started to gather around Cassandra.

“Anyone else wanna wrestle me for the pen?” Cassandra said vigorously. “You lose your sign up!”

The crowd cheers her on and for the upcoming moments were just a blur of Cassandra physically fighting anyone who was willing to fight her one on one.

Next thing we knew, we ended up in the Captain’s office.

“Captain, I know why you wanna see us and I’m sure it wasn’t Cass’ intention to injure sixteen people…” Rapunzel began.

“Uh, It was twenty-three,” Vex corrected.

“It’s just that—”

“Rapunzel, I haven’t seen folks that excited in years. Nice job.” Captain said with a huge smile on his face. “When you told me about this Goodwill nonsense, I thought that this feel-good garbage is not gonna fly here. But that’s before I saw what Cass had up her sleeve.”

We stood there in shock. That wasn’t the reaction I don’t think anyone was expecting.

If anything, I thought we would get a strong reprimand from the Captain, at the very least. Then again, every single person that fought Cass, was weirdly eager to fight her. This place was definitely the strangest place that I have ever been.

“Uh, to be clear, that wasn’t an official festival event.” Rapunzel pointed out.

“Well, it should’ve been!” The Captain impeded.

“You should have Cass plan all your events,” Vex suggested.

“Huh, actually that’s not such a bad idea. I mean I know this party stuff isn’t your strong suit, but it would be fun to work together. What do you say? You wanna be my co-planner?” Rapunzel asked Cassandra.

”Ha! Me? Co-planning a festival?” Cass laughed, but then she paused for a moment. “Hm, why not?”

“Great!” Rapunzel gleamed.

“Can I help?” Vex offered.

“Of course you can!”

”I was actually asking Cass.” Vex walked out with Cass.

“Uh, I can help too, Rapunzel,” I muttered out, just to make things less awkward for the princess.

Rapunzel turned around and smiled. “Yeah, of course.”

I stuck around with Rapunzel and helped her brainstorm ideas for the festival.

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“Okay, partner, here is a list of events.” Rapunzel said as she pulled out a long list of ideas for the festival. “It’s the fifth draft, so it should be pretty close to final.”

I had helped her write down all her ideas, which were a lot. My hand is still a bit cramped from helping her.

“Hmm, okay, let’s see…bobbing for apples…ring toss…juggling? Raps, are you sure people here are into pony rides?” Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

“Who doesn’t love pony rides?”

”I hate pony rides! Ya clod!” A woman yelled loudly.

I guess that answers that question.

I didn't really question her ideas. They seem really typical for Corona, but now that Cassandra pointed it out, maybe these events were not the best way to get Vardarans excited about the festival.

”Like I said…” Rapunzel took back her papers from Cassandra. “Not final…”

“Uh, ok, um, did you have any ideas for events?” Rapunzel asked.

Cass handed her papers with drawings on it.

I took a peek at her drawings. They were honestly, more on the disturbing side with how it was scribbled with graphite and the people had Xs scrawled in as eyes.

”Hmm...human piñata?” Rapunzel said, trying to decipher Cassandra’s drawing. “Spit target practice? Okay, I-I don’t even know what this is!”

She held up the scribbled up drawing to Cass.

“That would be Piranha Dunk Tank, Rapunzel.”

I squinted and turned my head a little. “Oh yeah, if you squint and tilt your head this way. You can kinda see the piranha.”

”Um, I'm not quite sure these scream goodwill.”

Cassandra gasped. “Goodwill Scream Contest! Great idea! We can see who can scream the loudest!”

”OUT OF MY WAY!” A man yelled with super humanlike strength.

”And there’s the guy to beat!” Cassandra said, proud of her new idea.

Rapunzel sighed. “Cass, um don’t get me wrong. I love your ideas, but event planning takes a certain…skill set.”

”Skill set?” Cassandra looked offended. “Are you suggesting I don’t know how to help people have fun?”

“No! No, no, no…no! Maybe?”

Oh no, I really didn’t like the tension I was feeling between them.

”Well, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, Rapunzel, but maybe the reason Vex suggested I be co-planner is because you lack a certain skill set.”

The princess laughs. “Well, then, Cassandra, if that’s the case maybe you should host your own events for the goodwill festival.”

“Maybe I should! Thank you!”

Both began to raise their voice, and not in a subtle way.

”After all, twice as many events means twice as much festival!”

”I agree! That way everybody wins!”

“Well, then, it’s settled, I’m glad we could work this disagreement without arguing!”

”It’s what friends do!”

And with that they both stormed off opposite directions.

Rapunzel stomped off in Eugene’s direction.

”Hey Blondie, everything alright?” he asked.

“Yes! My friend and I were just having polite conversation!” Rapunzel stomped.

Eugene and I exchange glances.

“Uh…do you know what’s all that about?” he asked me.

I sighed. “Looks like Cassandra and Rapunzel aren’t quite seeing eye to eye on how this festival should go.”

“Star!” Rapunzel called out my name. “I need your help. We are going to set up the best and most fun events at the festival!”

“I thought this wasn’t a competition…”

“It isn’t. We’re just going to make these events the most fun to the best of our ability!” I caught Rapunzel’s eye twitch. I don’t think she has realized it yet, but Rapunzel has the tendency to mask any negative feeling, especially associated with anger, with a big, uncomfortable smile.

“Uh…okay…” I reluctantly agreed.

We spent the next several hours gathering items and setting up the events for the festival. I went to the markets and gathered apples. Together we made decorations for the events. By the end of the day, we had managed to set up all the events.

“Alright, I think we’re all done!” Rapunzel smiled.

“Yeah, I can’t believe we actually have all the events set up for tomorrow.”

“Well, we’re still missing the gopher for the Gopher Grab but I have faith in Lance and Hookfoot. I think we can get some rest now.”

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“Here we go,” Rapunzel said, “festival time.”

It was the next day, Cassandra, Rapunzel, and I were standing in front of the already set up events. Cassandra has help from Vex creating their own events. I slowly realized that this was becoming more of a “Us vs. Them” dynamic. Rapunzel and I in one team, and Cassandra and Vex in another team.

“Yep, let’s cram some goodwill down this town’ throat,” Cassandra added.

“Uh sure…now remember, Cass, if people don’t like your events don’t get upset,” Rapunzel warned Cassandra.

“Oh I’m not worried about that,” she said confidently,

Ah, there we go again. Weird tension between them,

“Good! I really hope your events go well” Rapunzel shook hands with Cass. “Afterall, if this Goodwill Festival is a success, we all win.”

“Totally” Cassandra agreed. “And besides it’s not like it’s a competition or anything.”

“Right. Right of course. It’s about showing the Vardarans as much fun as possible.”

They went to their respective events.

“Alright, Star, I’m going to man the apple bobbing section. You and Pascal can man the Guess How Many game,” Rapunzel pointed to the stand where there was a huge glass jar filled with beans.

“Okay. Come on, Pascal.” I grabbed Pascal and we headed towards the stand.

We stood there for a little over half an hour before realizing that people weren’t coming here, instead they were heading towards Cassandra’s event.

I looked over at the booth for bobbing apples and Rapunzel had her whole head in the bin. She pulled an apple using her mouth. “See? Got one! Isn’t this fun?!”

There was maybe one person that passed by and looked her way.

“Okay, let’s see if I can grab another!” Rapunzel dunked her head into the water again.

Pascal and I exchanged glances.

“Do you think she’s losing it?” I whispered to Pascal.

Pascal nodded.

“This Goodwill thing is really going into her head, huh?”

Minutes slowly began turning into hours.

“That’s 65 apples for me!” Rapunzel yelled.

It was actually her 67th apple, but hey who’s counting?

This wasn’t turning out like Rapunzel wanted. Every time someone came up, we would have a small light of hope, but it quickly dissipated when they took a look at Cassandra’s events.

I actually managed to sneak off and take a look at Cassandra’s events while Pascal took charge of the stand. I get why the Vardarans preferred Cassandra’s games over ours. It was more their style. Edgier, more dangerous. I guess they like the thrill more?

Cassandra had a throwing game, where they threw Shorty into a wall covered in honey (provided by Captain Quaid).

This is where I eyed the princess checking out the games as well.

I panicked a little and ran back to our booth.

I saw a man standing in front of our booth. He was a big, buff, rough around the edges guy, he looked like one of Pub Thugs in the Snuggling Duckling, which to other people, might make them uncomfortable but for me it gave a sense of comfort. It reminded me of Corona.

“Oh, hi there, wanna play? It’s pretty easy, just take a guess of how many beans are in this jar,” I pointed to the jar.

He nodded and lifted one finger.

“Uh…” I was confused. Was he saying that there’s just one bean in there? There’s definitely more than one bean in the jar. The jar was absolutely filled to the top with beans. “You guess is…one?”

He nodded to confirm.

I looked at Pascal.

“Um, how about another guess?” I suggested.

He lifted up two fingers this time.

Oh boy…

“Sorry, that’s not correct…”

He humphed in frustration and left.

“Well, that didn’t go well.” I turned to Pascal.

Pascal seems to glance behind me. I turned around and looked, the man was back.

He grabbed the jar from the counter and smashed it. He put a man in its place, a small man, around Shorty's height.

He lifted a single finger again.

I was stunned. I didn’t move to be on the safe side.

Luckily, Pascal quickly reacted and handed him a prize stuffed animal.

Yep, this is definitely not what Rapunzel had in mind.

No one else came by for the rest of the day (a good thing too, especially without a jar filled with anything to guess).

At the end of the day, we went back to the caravan.

I caught the tail end of a conversation between Rapunzel and Eugene. Rapunzel headed off somewhere while Eugene and Max stayed behind.

“Hey, Star, have you noticed that something is going on with Rapunzel?” he asked.

“I’ll say. Ever since this whole goodwill thing started, she’s been really weird with Cassandra,” I said. “It’s like they have some sort of beef with each other, but they’re ignoring the obvious signs of it.”

“They'll figure it out,” he said confidently. “They always do.”

“Anyways, how did the festival go today?” Eugene asked. “Not great…well, at least on our side. Cassandra had a lot of spectators, though.”

“Oh, well, tomorrow’s a new day! You guys can always try again!”

I shrugged. “Eh, I don’t think tomorrow’s gonna be any better. People here really like the edgier, more dangerous stuff that Cassandra has put out there, but thanks anyway.”

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The next day at the festival we prepared for the Gopher Grab.

I got the sense that Rapunzel and Cassandra had figured things out from the conversation I had with Eugene, which surprised me when I saw that they were still cold to each other.

“Whew! Boy, is it ever frosty between those two,” Eugene said.

He was next to Max, Lance and Hookfoot, but none of them responded.

“Well, you’re right, I should do something about it. The problem is, when people don’t get along. Blondie the one who normally fixes it and she usually does it in some unique and artful way…” Eugene turned pensive. “That’s it! Max, are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

Max shook his head.

“Haha! Perfect! Oh, Eugene, you unique and artful devil, you!”

We all looked at each other and shrugged.

As it turns out, Eugene’s artful idea was to cuff Rapunzel and Cass by the legs.

I had plenty of questions, but didn't bother to express them.

Anyways, Lance and Hookfoot had already returned with a large box in the center of the arena.

Captain Quaid came up and asked, “What do you boys have in there?”

“A gopher, obviously!” Hookfoot rolled his eyes.

“I call him Snoozy because he was sleeping ever since we caught him? Isn’t that right?” Lance petted the box.

“Hm, I don’t think gophers need this big of a box,” I commented.

The Captain took a peek inside the box through a hole.

“You better get it outta here before you wake it up.” he said in a quiet but urgent voice.

“Why? What is it?” Lance asked.

Before the captain had a chance to respond, Vex came into the arena with a bell.

“Grab that gopher,” Vex said unamused and clangs the bell.

The creature inside began to growl and rumble inside the crate.

It seemed large. Larger than any possible gopher can be.

It busted through the crate.

It was large, had huge teeth, a tail that resembled a spiked mace and bloodshot eyes.

Everyone began to run.

“Wow you guys really undersold this gopher grab thing,” Hookfoot said.

“No we didn’t! Because that is not a gopher!” Eugene yelled.

“Huh?”

“Say what?” Lance said in befuddlement.

“I think this is a sneezeweasel!” I yelled.

“You brought the wrong animal! Come on!” Eugene groaned.

The three of them tried to grab and hold down the animal but it managed to throw Lance off it.

Captain Quaid and Vex came in with bees and ropes.

They tried to wrangle up the animal but it was way too strong.

Quaid got launched over a cliff, Vex managed to toss him a rope he could hold into.

“Eugene!” Rapunzel called out, as she was still cuffed to Cassandra. “You guys get Quaid, we’ll get the sneezeweasel!”

We all went over to try to help Vex.

Eugene yelled “Come on, the sheriff needs us!”

“Don’t worry, kid! We got this!” Eugene grabbed the rope. I grabbed the rope tightly as well.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Hookfoot and Lance rushing over to help but the sneezeweasel threw another blow attack at them. They were launched over my head and over the cliff.

I felt the rope in my hand slipping, as there was added weight to the rope. They had managed to grab the rope and it instantly became ten times harder to hold onto. The weight had dragged us towards the very ledge off the cliff.

“Okay, we may not…actually have this,” Eugene groaned.

“Hold on, I have an idea.” I said. “Starlight, star bright, I summon the power to fight!”

Now in my armor, I summoned my sword in one hand and dug it into the ground.

“You thought that was a gopher? Eugene yelled.

“Me-me? You drew him as big as a tree!” Lance yelled back.

“Oh it’s called perspective. Those trees are in the background!”

“You guys don’t know what a gopher looks like?” I was confused. There’s no way they don’t know what a gopher looks like, they have had to encounter it at some point, like in a book or something.

“Hey! We never need to know what a gopher looks like!” Lance called out.

“Uh, Eugene!” Vex shouted.

I looked behind, the sneezeweasel was coming straight towards us.

Eugene tried to cover us both with his arm.

Oh goodness, it would be really nice to summon my light shield right about now. The last time I had summoned it was back at Corona, and I haven’t managed to summon it since then, and not from a lack of trying. But if there was ever a time to try again, it would be now

Come on, protect, protect, protect.

I watched as the sneezeweasel paused in front of us and took a huge breath, preparing for another attack.

“Come on…Now!” I yelled.

The sneezeweasel began to blow at us.

A flash of light appeared in front of us, protecting us from its attack. It’s force from its blow pushes itself back further away from us.

“Way to go, Star!” Eugene cheered.

Unfortunately, the shield quickly dissipated.

“Oh horse turds…” I said.

The sneezeweasel came running back for another attack.

“Hey! Pricklepuss!” Rapunzel shouted.

“His Name is Snoozy!” Lance yelled.

The sneezeweasel was now after Cassandra and Rapunzel.

I watched as the sneezeweasel chase them.

Fortunately, with the help of Cassandra’s honey wall, they were able to catch the sneezeweasel.

When the Vardarans knew it was safe, they helped us pull up the Captain, Hookfoot and Lance.

“Next time, the princess draws the picture…” Hookfoot said as we helped him up the ledge.

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I helped put the last of our supplies into the caravan.

“You’re all packed up, huh?”

I turned around, it was Vex.

“Yeah…just waiting for Rapunzel…guess she wanted a little time to say goodbye,” I said. “Um, I’ll be honest, when I first met you, I wasn’t really sure about you…”

“Oh…thanks?”

“But,” I continued, “I was wrong. I’m glad we found an ally in you. Back at home, I don’t have friends my age so this is a nice change.”

I smiled awkwardly.

My first impressions of her was…well, it wasn’t great. After seeing how she’d changed to become a deputy of Vardaros, and how she’s helping out people here, I felt better knowing that this place was being taken care of.

Vex smiled. “Just be sure to visit us every once in a while?”

“Sure thing.”

I got into the caravan.

Rapunzel came back and said her final goodbyes to Vex and Quaid, then we headed off once again back on the road.

I laid back as I looked out the window as I saw the city of Vardaros get smaller and smaller in the distance.

Hm, maybe things can be changed for the better…

#tangled the series #tangled the series fanfiction #fanfic #tangled fanfiction #my ocs #tales of a star #my writing #tangled the series au

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thebananwithaplan · 8 months ago

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“WOOOOOHOO!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOD EVENING LADIES AND INSECTS, IT’S SO LOVELY TO SEE ALL YOUR UGLY LITTLE FACES IN THE CROWD TODAY!!”

...Starting off with the first episode, here. The beginning of this whole mess.

(...) Hmm. How could the tomatoes be thrown and a body heard hitting the ground after being 'shot' at, yet not a single duplicate in the audience (as of yet, then)?

Maybe the Oldest was on to something that it was easy for the Fake Noise to misdirect viewers with, well, noises. Noises and sound effects. It's in the name. The tomatoes? Maybe a few hidden clones in the more-darker areas. If they can puddle like the frogs, then maybe it would be easy to hide from view. ...Unless F.N could also summon objects out of thin air just like DB could. Possibly.

Nothing much from here nor there other than that it was the first 'appearance' of a F.N. Duplicate in the latter.

None from here, either. But geez, despite their 'less than pleasant' first interaction (that Wario eventually made up, thankfully), Banana knew Wario didn't deserve that.

Only more of that audience ventriloquism here, up until the duplicates fully made their debut in the audience. All of them direct replicas of the 'host' in physical appearances...

...but not in mind(?).

...Odd. Were they clapping for the main guy getting hurt, or was that just him?

Then came the meat grinder bit. How the Fake Noise easily reformed after having been turned into a cheese puddle. No doubt thanks to the shared DNA between it whatever cheese was used with the frogs, and Pizzahead himself.

“Oh, WOW! That was EMBARRASSING, FOLKS! So sorry ya had to see that awful display!” “Looks like I must'a FORGOTTEN about one of you back in Italy! Leeeeeet’s just FIX THAT UP real quick!”

...'Italy'? Was that supposed to be the 'lab' that Pizzahead made him and the frogs in? He had to assume so; he doubted that it had something to do with the real country. Papeeno seemed to mention it a lot, too.

Then. The Fake Noise crushed the pink frog (that he knew NOW was Gold's sister, oops.)

Then he blended her.

And then drank her.

And then. Technical difficulties title card. The 'end' of the first episode .

...Yeah, there was no denying that CC was drunk live in public. Even if she happened to reform from being blended just like how Fake Noise did with the meat grinder, she was as good as absorbed if Pizzahead's word about clones absorbing those of similar genetics was anything to go by.

Again. WHY, Pizzahead, why...?

This... really did feel like it was played 'safe for a first episode'. Well, 'safe' in terms of how much Fake Noise kept to himself, anyways.

Maybe the second episode may hold some more hidden details.

#appeeling show host (dancing banana)#pizzatrocious #where he at (ic update)#((channeling sherlock holmes. dick tracey. phoenix wright-))#(('that last one isn't a detective' no but he sure is a lot more competent than the actual detectives in the series- //hit ))

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dickbaggins · 6 months ago

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WHAT A GOOD CHAPTER THREE GOD DAMN ME I NEED THIS TATTOOED ALL OVER MY BODY IDK

Oh i adore your Gale and Astarion. Absolutely. I don't know how you do it but it's all becoming better and better with every chapter.

I loved Astarion's journey this chapter, that he's so happy and reeling after drow situation, he decided they live in Gale dress up simulator now :D

I loved how Gale is so... malleable. He is like a dessert for Astarion 😂 but i do feel he has the same amount of power over Astarion too. I hope Gale will make Astarion feel the power of elven ears being stimulated in the next chapter. You can't tease us and Astarion like this and not provide pleeeeaseee pretty please 🥺

I knew I'll want to throw flowers or candies or something sweet and good at you after this chapter and absolutely not tomatoes but i didn't expect this level of greatness honestly. YOU MADE GALE SAID SPRING WEDDING. TO ASTARION'S FACE. yo this is awesome :D

You also blessed me with high on bagbear's weed snuggles and i LOVE snuggles.

We are so near the moment when Gale will realise that elder brain wears the Crown of Carsus i feel like i am at danger*nervous chuckle* WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DOOOO

listen the entire game is just a dress Gale up simulator for me. The second I got Wavemother's robe in my first playthrough, I put that shit right on him and took like fifty pictures and I haven't looked back since. He's just the perfect model and he deserves something better than fuckin weave purple all the time.

do not fear, dear reader, there is more ear stuff coming down the pipe because it is so much fun for Astarion to get thrown off his game. So so fun.

And I'm sure everything's going to be fine! Surely Gale's over his ambition arc and won't find his head turned by a super powerful artifact again, right? right??

aw shit, here we go again

#seriously thank you though #i love these lil messages #i had such a hard time writing this chapter so that everyone loves it is so so nice #self doubt currently off the charts but this makes it better

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glamoureddreamer · 2 years ago

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Omg I'm a huge fan of your work !!! If your up for it, can you make a Radford x Kevin fluff/smut fic and/or Radford x reader x Kevin fluff/smut? I'm in dire need of caramel popcorn content or Radford x reader content

Rest day

Spooky month (Radford x Kevin)

Warnings: none (please let me know if this is wrong)

I hope you all enjoy I hope you all have a great day! Remember to take care of yourselves!

Radford groans as he’s woken up by the sound of a coughing fit. He rubs his eyes tiredly and looks over at his alarm clock it was only five in the morning.

He frowns and pushes himself up in his bed. It’s only quiet for a moment before the coughing starts again. Kevin didn’t tell him that he was sick. Radford kicks his legs over the edge.

He lets out a yawn, before standing up and making his way out of his bedroom. It’s way too early to be up at least for him. Kevin was most likely getting ready for work, and Radford has to stop him before he leaves.

Radford makes his way toward the bathroom. He knocks on the door before pushing it open.

“Good morning, Kev.” Kevin jumped a little.

“Morning Rad,” Kevin replies, his voice hoarse.

“How you feeling?” Radford asked turning his boyfriend to face him. He sets the back of his hand on Kevin’s forehead. It was hot, and most definitely a fever.

“Fine.” He said with a mouthful of toothpaste. He pulls himself away from Radford so he could spit it into the sink.

“You know you have to take care of yourself, Kevin,” Radford said surprisingly sternly.

Radford only ever used that tone with his siblings when they were sick. It made Kevin feel like a child.

“I am taking care of myself, Radford,” Kevin rolls his eyes. He sighs as he looks up at Radford.

“It’s just… I have to work.” Kevin wipes his mouth clean and faces Radford

“I know. But, you need the rest. You’ll get better the sooner you rest,” Radford says taking his boyfriend's shoulders.

“You can say that because you’re not sick,” Kevin grumbles. Radford chuckles lightheartedly.

“Let me take care of you today okay? You deserve a break anyway.”

Kevin huffs and lets Radford lead him back to their room.

“Fine, Can we go back to bed then? It’s early, and I’m grumpy,” Kevin says. Radford smiles and helps Kevin crawl into bed.

“I can tell.” He chuckled.

“I didn’t get a lot of sleep thanks to my cough.” Radford moves so that he’s sitting beside Kevin.

“What are you doing?” Kevin asks, blinking as he looks over at Radford.

“Come here. We’re going to cuddle.” Radford says with a grin.

“Rad, you’ll-”

“I’ll be fine, I took care of my siblings a lot. I have an immunity to it.” Radford explains gently tugging on Kevin’s arm.

Kevin hesitates before crawling over to Radford. He climbs into his lap, and Kevin was miserable.

He wanted nothing more than to cuddle his boyfriend.

Eventually, Kevin complained that he was hungry. So Radford had to get up and make them both some food.

He covers Kevin with the blankets, and he makes his way out of the bedroom. Telling Kevin that he’ll be back in a moment. Radford walks into the kitchen, debating on what to make his sick boyfriend.

Radford is surprised when Kevin comes out of their room. He looked terrible.

“Kev, what are you doing out of bed?” Radford asks, blocking him from leaving the hallway.

“I’m tired of being stuck in that bed,” Kevin groaned. Radford sighs he lets Kevin pass and he plops down on the couch. He shoves his face into the couch.

“Fine but stay on the couch okay?” He wasn’t asking and both of them knew that.

“How about you eat the tomato soup and the grilled cheese I made you?”

Kevin nods looking up at Radford. “Can I have some fries too?”

Radford chuckled “Yes you can, that’ll take another minute though.” Kevin shakes his head.

“That’s fine.”

“Want me to put something on?” Radford asks.

“Fuck yeah.” Kevin smiles before he was thrown into a coughing fit. Radford frowns and walks over so he can rub Kevin’s back until he was done.

“I hate this.” He groaned. Radford kisses his forehead.

“It’ll be over soon.”

Radford grabs Kevin’s tomato soup and grilled cheese, along with his much-needed fries. Radford didn’t complain, his siblings never ate. He was really happy that Kevin ate when he was sick.

Radford made himself a grilled cheese too and stole some of Kevin’s fries. Kevin hardly looked awake. Radford sets Kevin’s food on their side table.

Kevin sits up but didn’t look any more awake.

“Do you need more water?” Kevin looks down at his drink. He shakes his head and begins to eat. Kevin nearly cries in relief, the food helped ease the pain in his throat immediately.

Radford sat close to his boyfriend, he could feel Kevin’s body heat which worried him. Though Kevin seemed relatively fine, just tired and hot. Maybe he should hang out in the shower for a bit.

Before Radford even realized Kevin was done, and was laying on his chest.

“Are you still hungry?” Kevin shakes his head with a yawn.

“Okay my sweet, take a nap then okay? It seems like you need it.” Kevin only nods before nuzzling closer.

“Thank you.” He whispered. Radford smiled and pecked the top of his head.

“You don’t need to thank me, I love you, Kevin. I’ll always take care of you.”

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 2 years ago

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Watching Con O'Neill Content Day 8- 3 Steps to Heaven

Warnings for: Full Body Nudity, drug use, murder, torture, BDSM Imagery, forced kiss

Online this is classified as a Comedy by Rotten Tomatoes, which feels fair. When you google it says Suspense/Dark Comedy.

Initially, based on the premise, I thought this movie was just Vengeance Is Mine but Con plays one of the fuckers semi-responsible. I was not entirely wrong.

Full Spoilers Below! If you don't want my reactions, skip to the dotted separations at the end for the rating!

I've separated out parts where Con is on screen, and identified if a part of the movie takes place in a flash back.

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PRESNET

Why did she pull the gun out in elevator the first place. Like. Idk man, seems like you could have waited.

Love the step-by-step instructions for gun assembly

Why is she just spinning in circles with a gun in her hand? How does that help train for anything?

PRESENT- CON'S SECTION

CON! I hate the facial hair, oh how I hate it. Just in combination with the short hair. Makes him look way older. Like, it probably fits the character- But like, if he fluffed it, or did anything besides letting it stay so flat-

Is he on something? The character Angel, not con. Clearly, he's going for paranoid criminal, and I love it.

You know what, I can enjoy this. 'Worried?' "Now that you mention it, yeah!' Sweet. That was a nice car they took.

If Con's look is interesting the man with a knife and a beaver on his head is something extra.

Con in a wife beater getting pinned and interrogated is surely something.

Hey look, he's allowed to laugh! Crazy how that works.

Angel just letting himself get driven around by her is very funny

She makes him close his eyes, and gives him a bullet. Babe. What the fuck does that even mean. You can't use a gun properly.

"I've met someone" Babe, you don't know her name. This is just Con in most of his roles, but Jesus. Never really noticed it was a trope of his until now.

Wife Beater+ Tighty Whitie's+ Cig is also surely a thing

Cocaine + waving a gun around. A winning combo

Angel- this makes 3 Con characters doing stupid shit with guns...Please lower the accidental kill count

"Oh," Carefully raises one finger, schusses the air "Gotta be quicker" Why am I loving this so much? This man has clearly never killed another person.

WHY THE MOUTH AND FINGER SUCKING CLOSE UP. He's licking up the trace of drugs on the table, but why was this the choice.

Wife beater+ Tighty Whittie's+ Cig+ white ROBE is amazing

Don't get too close to the balcony now babe, I know you're excited, you'll be thrown if in no time.

Did he give her his address? Why is she here? He's trying to lay low? Does he just think he needs to get laid and surely this woman won't murder his ass?

Angel stealing my actual fit. Jean button-up + blue Jeans in 90s fashion. Bastard.

Angel, sadly you aren't one of the Con characters our lead will run away with.

AHHHHHH hahahhaha that pistol whip. His dramatic fall. This fall vs ep9 OFMD is honestly a tie. Dramatic and extra as fuck.

They're both just anxious little purse dogs shaking so hard. Why? Calm down babe, you are literally holding a gun, and he's tied down in a chair.

Babe, it's been two weeks since your guy died and he's being hunted down for money. He probably doesn't remember what he had for breakfast the previous day, let alone your man.

(In the flashback for this one point)THOSE EARRINGS ARE OBNOXIOUS

Oh, good. The Beaver hair guy is back.

This is where our guy dies!

To be fair if I walked in and my target was already tied up, I'd also be very happy.

I didn't think there would be this much panting and grunting, especially from Angel.

"He's very gentle" Carefully pinches and lifts his chin. Oh, my stars. I'm clutching at my pearls. *pulls out notepad for my WIP*

I think we all deserve to be hoisted up into a bridal carry, and lovingly twirled around.

"Yeah he's lovely-" Exactly, Angel. Stop ruining the mood and get with the groove!

This is too good. Just throwing him around like a ragdoll! The dancing is a bit much, but they're having fun with it.

The two evil guys definitely explored each other's bodies. That's a proud boyfriend look if I've ever seen one.

She could be a real bud and just shoot one of them. They don't know where she is, and then Angel has an opening to attack...or not.

"you-puff" Shame on you Con, those aren't usually your lines in these kinds of movies.

And HE FLIES OVER THE RAILING-

Did they not want to kill him? Why do they look so shocked he went over the edge?

Whelp, RIP Angel, I genuinely enjoyed that. don't be surprised if this next section is shorter. (Editor Me here, oh I thought the rest of this movie would be boring...how I was wrong)

Vaguely depressed and murderous is also how I look in semi-cheap wigs.

They really did cast a good guy for a politician/'sex pest'. Looks like a few of my state's representatives.

Remember, every character in a British piece of media needs to have a name in the form of Eddie, John, Sam, or Harry.

"Well respected in 'women's' things" Why does Angel get to die and these fuckers roam rampantly.

(Helps adjust his tie) "You've hurt me Harry" Is every villain in this having a thing with their side character besides Con? Or am I just watching too many Queer movies?

OHH IT IS A GAY THING!

YEY!

I don't think slapping the head like it's a basketball is the done thing with blow jobs, but I don't have a penis. So who knows?

'Angel Farnam.' Wow. That is a name choice.

Love that he has a beard. Like, an actual beard to hide a queer relationship from the public.

TOES. EWWWWWW.

OH MY GOD. BELLY BUTTON? WHY? Fucking why? I'm more surprised seeing him finger his belly button than seeing his entire dick, which, is almost impressive for a movie to do!

How funny would it be if he died by falling down the stairs. '2/3 down, 1 to go!'

If he's not dead just fucking shoot him. I know you want info...but

ACTUALLY IF SHE JUST SHOWS UP TO PLACES AND EVERYONE DIES THAT WOULD BE AMAZING

If you look at this like you would a comedy, this movie becomes much better and more entertaining.

That isn't how putting peroxide on a wound should feel, why the fuck is he flinching over every tap?

Cold compress? It's a scrape! I'd be worried more about a concussion with a fall.

THE FUCKING TALKING WHILE THEY SET THE BED AND CLEAN IS SO FUNNY. That's the only editing in this movie that felt like it actually added something.

Why did she join in to the cleaning.

Love that he just wants to eat food when she clearly thinks they're going to fuck.

That was a gentle remote throw, don't know how it broke, 3/10.

You could have shot him almost at any time, now that a ton of people are waiting outside, you decide to care.

"Whore" "-Lying little whore" Hahahahaha. Its lame, but I love when movies do that.

(Seeing him fully bound in BDSM restraints) Look, Like What You Like, but this isn't safe with a stranger? Also, this room looks hard as shit to clean if fluids get anywhere.

If speech is a 'No No' in the dungeon there are toys for that.

"-I never panic". Angel would disagree, you panic all the fucking time. Speaking of Angel-

THE PAST

Izzy the spewer transfers across universes.

THAT ISN'T SAFE, don't reach around and try to swap drivers while driving.

Yes! Take all the drugs before you get pulled over, smart.

Their arguing is very just fucking funny. A lived weird friendship where things just keep going wrong. They're all tied into so many different criminal rings, but they found each other. This could be a prompt for a found family story.

(She took a ton of drugs because the cops are on their asses tryign to pull them over) "Do I look like I'm off my face!" "You're always off your face."

Everyone being high as shit panicking is so good. I've believed their weird friendship here more than anything else in this movie.

Love that they just kind of kidnapped this guy and now they need to deal with his corpse.

PRESENT

"Something I've always been bound up in!" Raises his hands, bound. That got a laugh out of me.

There are gags/toys for that babe, zipping up the mouth hole won't do shit.

Now that she knows all this stuff why doesn't she just shoot him

"Good Luck! God Bless!" He's fun.

At least she kept the key ring in eye sight for him.

This does play on the 'politicians are into kinky shit' thing, but eh.

She keeps on accidentally killing people. Fun.

(Weird shower scene) What the fuck? Who touches their body like that, is she getting off on this? It looks forceful and rough? What man directed this?

"I think he liked me." Sure? He liked you? Why does it matter that these people whose death you witness like you? It's not middle school, they're fucking dead.

"It was me, I was killing them. Sort of." Yes! I don't know why she only cares about them after they die.

What man directed this porn? I respect them not covering anything up I guess? I hope there's no creepy shit online where in interviews she felt like she was forced into these scenes.

The whole 'Multiple photos, that get snuffed out as they die' thing has grown on me, not going to lie.

Her removing her hat and seeing her hair fall down then lighting up a cig, to me, was more erotic than seeing her naked.

Are the 'criminal crew' all Queers? I know Angel was kind of homophobic and jerked off to lesbian porn but-

THERE'S QUEER WOMEN IN THIS? YESSSS!!!

"Lust came to the rescue?" What does that even mean? Are you planning on fucking her?

She's 40 which is still young, she's entering/in middle age. Just own any wrinkles you have, it's hot! So fucking weird that for feminine presenting people aging is seen as something awful, it shows experience! And you own a cat, and clearly have money! Live your life babe!

Her earrings are all choices in this. Those things could knock me out.

They don't film this shit for live TV, I don't know why they're so stressed about her being a few minutes late.

(Pulls bra on backward, snapping the clasp, twisting it right way round, pulling up straps and adjusting over chest) Most realistic scene of a woman putting on a bra in a movie.

Oh, to fondly be called Sweetie.

I want to be her: both of them.

Cocaine + Cigarettes + Alcohol. Uppers and Downers aren't great ideas. But she's having them.

They replaced her cause she's too old I'm guessing? Shitty.

"It wouldn't take much(to kill her)" So go do that! Why do you need a stroll to do the thing you were planning to do.

Strangulation feels like a choice you made when you have a gun.

(protagonist gets knocked out by a bottle when a criminal sees her gun) NICEE! She's been so dumb about pulling out the gun

Why is this such a Tom and Jerry routine

"Fuck you!" "All in good time" AHHHHHH. I've read this story before. We'll see how this one ends.

The PAST

Oh, my favorite crew of idiots. How did they evade the cops? They were just on their asses now they have time to pull over?

Con/Angel fireman carried that guy? Good for him!

"That's not very dignified!" "Well what do you suggest?!!""Stand him up!" They slum him over the railing. Idiots. I admire this crew of fuck ups.

Did they not check for a pulse? Like, even high most people could figure that out. If you can still drive, you can hold your finger up to someone's throat.

(Sees him slowly tip over the railing into the water) Okay, so it's kinda on them, yeah.

The PRESENT

Okay, so gun safety is to always assume a gun is loaded and safety is off. STOP WAVING IT UNDER YOUR NOSE

20? He looked mid 20s at least.

THE PAST (One of the earliest scene we see of them)

Doing drugs in a random Men's room is a choice.

Also, don't lick a public bathroom stall's TP Holder Angel, you fucking maniac.

I'm saying she wasn't invited cause they were planning to all fuck in the bathroom/do as many drugs as possible without her nose taking it all. Any other guesses?

I love Con in this so much. He's so unlike all his other characters it's just fun. Like a pissed-off high toddler that can only put a few thoughts together that arnt him being mad or horny.

"You're hair, it's so black!" "It's natural!" "Oh, Pa-lease" Angel said that last line, oh my sweet summer child, you confuse me so.

(the dead boyfriend and politician start getting handsy) No shit they had a thing going on there. They've been eye fucking every scene he's not passed out sick.

(She angles a mirror to see under a stall to watch a blowjob?) Mam, I wouldn't want to watch my friends fuck. Why are you so weird.

ANGEL 'COCK BLOCK' TO THE RESCUE. Look at that grin, he knew.

"I need some more(cocaine)." "Love? Affection? Punishment?" Sir, I have a whole discord full of Izzy Hands fans you can suggest ideas to. "I'll take the whole fucking lot." SIR!

Ohhh her boyfriend would entrap 'famous' queer people, take photos, and then blackmail/extort them. He deserved to die then, no sweat off their backs. (Also, how does evil lady know all this to tell our protagonist? Is she extorting Patrick now?)

Present

Okay, this is my 4th time seeing this woman naked. Why?

(Protag is tied down and evil lady whispered in her ear)This is...a scene.

Gross forced kiss. I had more fun when this was semi-playful banter but now its just sexual assault. Gross, director.

Mam, you didn't bring that many bullets. Why are you just shooting random shit.

She just leaves her alive?

Aww, I wanted her to kill him(the other extorting friend). If anything he also kind of deserves some of the blame.

Well, this whole plot was kind of for nothing. She got closer to the real plot and was able to realize how shitty her boyfriend was. If he was 20 then she's got to be close to that age. She has plenty of life to move on from this.

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Story: 5/10 Shit. No character in this movie had agency/impacted the plot. Everything was accidental. All the ways they were doomed weren't purposefully set up by the main protagonists.

She didn't actively plan for these deaths so they feel hollow. Angel sure, he was tied down by her, but he lives on the nth story, so in the 30-ish minutes he could have left he likely wouldn't have. He assumed it was safe. The politician was an accident, and the media lady still would have gotten replaced.

In OFMD it's fun when Stede Bonnet accidentally kills because we care about him. We know he doesn't mean to do this and it plays on the murderous pirate trope. In this movie, we only know she's hunting down her boyfriend's murders. That's all we know about her! One hour, and thirty minutes, she had no development.

This would be such a fun premise. A woman accidentally interrupts a crime 'friend' group and watches them fall apart. Yet they make it gross and weirdly give no one agency in this whole story.

I want to write this movie better. This premise could be rewritten for a fanfic...hmm....

Editing/Cinematography: 5/10 Keeping it out of chronological order ruined the movie. Some shit really bothered me. A director is a man who has only done other projects to this level. He also wrote this shit, so every gratuitously extra scene of our main actress naked was all on him. He wanted to see her fondle herself and oh boy did he get it.

Every scene of this nature just felt uncomfortable, and putting that forced kiss in at the end just adds to that. He's a perv who thought it was hot. The main actress's dead fish eyes during just added to the awful feeling I got. Sure, we got a 'blowjob' scene, but nothing was super explicit other than it happening. Sexual 'deviancy' felt like something to be ogled at in this movie. The straight/pure 'good' main character had to do away with these sinful yatta yatta, you've heard it all before. I can make this 1:30 minute movie into an hour movie if I cut it.

I wish we cared more about Angel getting caught by the men he owed money too. About Harry getting publicly outed and dumped. About Andrea getting replaced in her tv show. But we just don't. It just kind of happens.

Imagine if we told the backstory of her boyfriend's murder first. Then our main character shows up 20 minutes in, without knowing what the audience knew, to hunt them down! That would be so much more fun! And gives us a reason to care! I enjoyed the flashbacks in this movie and not much else.

There's a good movie in here, it just needs to be re-edited.

Every character besides Con: 6-7/10 I liked how fucked up everyone was, and most of my issues are with the writing. They acted with what they had, and they had shit. Somehow our 3 criminals come off as a weird trio accidentally, just through chemistry. I wanted a movie about them. The spare characters just seemed to try to have fun beside our protagonist. She did the whole dead eyes, getting justice thing. In the end, it didn't even fulfill her. Finding the truth did, not assisting in their downfalls.

Con! 6-7/10 Loved it: Once I accepted he was playing a goofy junkie, I was having a good time. The scene where she saves him after the interrogation was weird. It put me off his character for a few scenes. He was into her and tried to make a move, she told him he needed protection, and that whole story line was just dropped. WHY!

FLASHBACK ANGEL WAS FUN. I don't know the order they shot this, but currently, Angel felt like an always high junkie. Flashback Angel felt like the shitty friend who bullies the friend group and doesn't contribute to anything. When they fall apart he's panicking and loses all bravado. He's fun. I don't think I've seen a bad performance from him. The plot and writing just dragged it all down.

OVERALL: 5-6/10 Writing can kill a movie, and it murdered this one. Definitely the worst of the bunch so far. I enjoyed it, but in a 'cant look away sort of way', it was very fun to watch and just see the action unfold. So do with that what you will.

I'd recommend this movie if you're here for Con. If I wanted to watch this plot again, I'd just watch Vengeance Is Mine. Low B tier overall for movie+Con. Just above the projects where he has almost no time.

Looking at IMDB he did this after Dancing Thru the Dark and the same year as Scarborough Ahoy. How the ever loving fuck?

I would love to hear everyone's thoughts down below, including the usual suspects!

@mossiestpiglet @ivegotnonameidea @treesofgreen

Have an amazing day y'all!

#con o'neill #con oniell #3 Step to Heaven #3 steps to heaven #3 steps to Heaven 1995 #Con's Conography #Angel Farnham

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rars · 2 years ago

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*joins A Fandom* the male protagonist’s female love interest is too good for him and she deserves a girlfriend instead *gets hit with a tomato the size of a blimp thrown by nearby fandom goer*

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years ago

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Phantom bride event-Seeing you in formal wear (suit/wedding dress/whatever) Pt. 3

Characters: Jade Leech, Lilia Vanrouge, Deuce Spades

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, murder, religion, obsession, possessiveness, war, manipulation, blood

Jade is famous for his gentlemanly behavior whilst also being known as someone dangerous

So what would a wannabe gentleman who can end you mentally within a short amount of time (I'm sure he can) do?

Not letting missy kiss you that's for sure

But being a hatstand (aka slap-frozen) isn't exactly helpful for him so... imagine all the anger and bloodlust which accumulates under that smile (jokes on him because I doubt that ghosts have blood within themselves)

The thing is, the moment he saw you in that clothing he was lost for words (for probably the only time in his life)

And also you could see that something inside of him was breaking

And this is Jade we are talking about

But back to the non-canon-fan-fiction-written lore

You know, Jade would usually talk someone into something by making them insecure breaking them, finding out what they love and give hints at that in their conversation...

But no, all his tactics, gone

Eels are usually beings that can cooperate very good with other beings but once they fear something or feel threatened then those shiny teeth are used

But Jade is still too elegant for that, doesn't mean that he doesn't get desperate

He just freezes up

But the second he is free he will grind the princesses self-esteem to dust

“Oh my! It took you that long to find someone suitable? Well hopefully your future can stay that way.” is one of many sentences

But after this he also becomes way more paranoid

You had limited contact before but now? The whole hallway is empty the moment you enter

But don't you worry, Jade is there for you! He wouldn't dare to do something so mean to you like the others! Just depend on him and him alone

Oh my Overseer, you have done it!

Lilia had been slicing heads off like they were warm butter whilst imagining you loving him, marrying him

But no, that foolish... useless wench just took you from him, or so he thinks

He refuses to see her in a similar position like Malleus from that point on

No, she is just another sinner who dares to question and challenge you!

If you haven't noticed, he kinda imagines things because he doesn't want to accept that you are proposing to someone who isn't him, fake or not

Lilias mindset gets thrown back to the time he fought against that foolish king, ready to turn her into sashimi

And thank goodness that 1. he was turned into a state in which he can't more and 2. that he doesn't have a sword

Don't ask me how but he would be able to turn the ceremony way more red if he had one... and if missy wouldn't be a ghost

But there is also a small dying part of him which is tearing up

On no, not because he is happy but because you just look so good

Even better than in his dreams!

Now he would take your hand and... and he is not standing in front of you

That small part is now 100% massacred

Once he is free he will make sure that there is nothing between a shared future with you and his current self

And of he has to start another war in your name, then so shall it be!

Our dear, hardworking Deuce doesn't look like someone who aims to be an honor student at all in this situation

So what happens?

You uh... might want to hug him afterwards.... otherwise I can't assure that he won't punch someone in the face hard

He is having high blood pressure as well so a visit to the doctor wouldn't be a bad idea as well...

But anyway, you enter and he goes full tomato

Or if you need another comparison, like someone who has just eaten the spicyest pepper in the world and doesn't usually eat spicy food (all my fellow Europeans, how are we doing?)

So, our dearest tomato man really doesn't hold back

He screams the entire time that “This crazy woman should get a grip!” and that “She doesn't even deserve you!”

At some point someone took a piece of cake and shoved it into his mouth to force him to be silent

The view we have now is a guy, putting red roses to shame with the color of his face, munching on a cake whilst trying not to choke by how fast he is eating

Let's not forget the guard beside him who already has the next piece in his hand whilst waiting till Deuce is done with this one

But inside of him is a dream dying

The dream of having chances with you, the Overseer, the ruling figure over the Queendom of roses

But at least he knows now that bananas and mango don't work in a cake topped with extremely sweet icing

After this is over Deuce won't care less if he becomes an honor student or not

In the end he is the only one close to you. Why? Just... don't visit the school nurse and think too much about the fact that his knuckles are bruised, ok?

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Hello!! Can I request "you don't mind?" With mammon! In the slot on writers choice!! Also Congrats on 666 followers!! You deserve it!(≧▽≦)

Omgomg thank you so much! I know you've been following my work for awhile, so thank you for sticking around! 💞💞

Prompt #9: "...You don't mind?"

Character(s) featured: Mammon

Genre: Fluff

Written for GN!Mc

cw: none!

“Mammon...what are you doing?”

Your voice from the door stops him dead in his tracks. His cheeks burn bright red as his body freezes, not allowing him to move another muscle. He silently hoped that if he didn’t move, you wouldn’t be able to see him anymore...though he knew the thought was silly.

You walk over to where he stood in front of your closet, trying to get a closer look at what he was taking. You recognize the large, fluffy sweater he had in his hands. You eye him curiously, seeing the completely embarrassed look on his face; It looked as if he may explode.

Your lips upturn in a smile. How cute.

“Did you want to borrow that?” You ask, pressing a hand to his shoulder, causing him to flinch.

He avoids your eyes, face growing as red as a tomato as he tries to think of an excuse as to why he was digging through your clothes while you weren’t around to give him approval. “uhhh....I- um...”

You chuckle, moving past him into your closet. You trace the various different fabrics of your clothes before landing on another sweater. It was a bit bulkier, but still very comfortable. You take it off the hanger and offer it out to him. He eyes you curiously, unsure of what you were doing.

“Here, take this one instead.” You smile, flushing slightly as you exchange garments. “This one is really nice- it’s one of my favorites.”

He runs his fingers over the plush fabric before finally meeting your stare, his face finally returning to its normal color. “Wha? You’re givin’ this to me? Why?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” You shift your feet nervously. “I know you like cuddling when I wear this one because of how soft it is.”

As if a pot of boiling water was thrown on him, his face reddens deeply again as he drops his eyes down to his feet. “Oi, s’ not like I wanted to wear it o-or anything!”

“Then why do you want it?”

He chews his lip for a minute, clutching the fabric tighter to his chest. He was too embarrassed to tell you that he wanted it to snuggle with at night, so he could have something tangible that smelled like you.

You give him a sympathetic smile. “Well, whatever the reason, I want you to have that one. Just take good care of it- okay?”

He snaps his gaze to yours, searching your eyes for signs that you were kidding. “Ya mean...Ya don’t mind?”

You shake your head, smiling warmly at him. He sits in silence for a minute, the embarrassment slowly dimming from his cheeks. Suddenly, he grabs your hand.

“Come on then, human. I’m gonna give you one of mine too.” He pulls on your hand, practically dragging you to his room. “It’s only right- given that I’m your first man n’ all.”

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afictionalwhore · 4 years ago

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104 Training Corps Masturbation HCs

(Eren, Reiner, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, and Erwin)

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□ AN: I wrote this in between second covid vaccine naps, so just bear with me. All characters are aged up.

□ NSFW, mDNI

□ TW: smidge of ddlg, mommy kink, mentions of BDSM, Eren has anger issues, dubcon if you squint, cum eating

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Eren Jaeger

He’s so focused on his goals that he doesn’t really have the time to think about his feelings. So he doesn’t masturbate very often and definitely doesn’t have sex (see above), so the act is usually a last resort stress relief.

The first time he did it, he accidentally said your name. The next day, he couldn’t stop staring at you, wondering when he developed such feelings. He would look way quickly with a bright red blush whenever you caught him staring. But you became an addiction and obsession for him, something very dangerous.

Angry. Everything this man does is fueled by rage and that includes some good ole self love. He’s grunting your name through gritted teeth while his hard cock is weeping precum over his tight fist. He’s fast, and he’s messy.

He always feels disgusted with himself afterwards. He thinks it’s a waste of time and energy. While he always has a clearer head in terms of what to do next, his thoughts and emotions are a big mess when it comes to you. He thinks he doesn’t deserve you, that you would only get hurt with him. But yet each time he paints his stomach white while crying for you, he falls a little bit more into you.

If you caught him, he’d be very aloof and ask if you planned on just standing there. Either leave or help him out.

Sweat dripped down Eren’s toned body as he jerked his hand up and down his angry cock. Precum was weeping from his slit, and he could only dream that it was your sweet juices making his cock so wet. He threw his head back, thumping against the headboard, as he chanted your name like his favorite prayer. Hot, sticky ropes of cum fell on his stomach, cooling rapidly against his overheated skin.

Eren gulped down oxygen, trying to regain his breath as he climbed down from his high. His fist unfurled from his softening cock and fell on the bed beside him. He lifted his head slightly before banging it back against the hard wood with a loud thunk.

“Goddammit.”

You stood behind his door, cracked just a little to give you the most delicious glimpse of Eren in his afterglow. A rough voice startled you out of your ogling as intense green eyes met your doey ones.

“You plan on standing there all day, princess? Close the door and leave,” Eren grunted. “Or better yet, come here and help me out a little.”

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Reiner Braun

A gentle giant who deserves so much love. He’s been through so much, so who can blame him for wanting a little bit of stress relief.

This man is so embarrassed the first time he cums to you. He thought you were just a friend, despite everyone else saying there was more between the two of you. So when he’s fisting himself to the thought of your soft voice calling his name, he can’t look at you the next day.

He can’t help himself after that. You invade every part of his mind and his dreams and fantasies are filled with you. His favorite fantasy is you riding him, while he peppers your body in sweet kisses and praises.

If you were to catch him, he would stop instantly and try to cover himself and hide from you. His face would flush red as a tomato as he stammered out apology after apology.

It’s only when you step into his room and take his massive hand in yours does he understand the feelings are mutual.

“Reiner?” you called, looking for your friend. You walked down the dark hallway of the shack you called home. Your oldest friend was having a difficult week watching the children train and fight, so you opened your heart and home to him.

You had heard crying earlier, and wanted to make your gentle giant a soothing cup of tea and ask if there was anything you could do to help. It broke your heart seeing Reiner this way.

As you neared the door, you heard panting coming from Reiner’s room.

“Reiner!” you yelled as you opened the door, fearing the worst for your friend.

Reiner looked at you before flushing a bright tomato red. His large hands wrapped around his generously endowed length. He stammered your name and quick apologies.

You walked towards him, closing the door behind you with a swift kick. You eased his large hands away from his hard cock. Confusion swam in his eyes before you cupped his cheeks in your hands and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

“I wish I had known sooner,” you said. “You know, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

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Armin Arlet

Overall, Armin is really quiet when he’s pumping himself. It’s not until he gets closer to his end that he’s whining your name.

Armin stays in his room. He may tease himself in the shower, but he prefers to finish in the absolute privacy of his room.

The next day, he’ll be all blushes when he sees you, but you’re so used to Armin’s quiet demeanor that you don’t really think too much of it. Maybe he just had a stomachache and needed to go.

Armin is a master manipulator. He’s possessive and competitive even if not outwardly so. His fantasies can get dark, as he thinks of ways to rig you up, edge you, and fuck you until you know nothing but his name. He dreams of ways to mark you, sweet and innocent you, as his own.

Armin is a switch. While he dreams of taking you for his own, Armin also likes to fantasize about you torturing him. He wants to be wrapped completely in you as he begs you to “please please please” let him cum.

Whines could be heard from Armin’s room through the wall. You were the only one who seemed concerned for him. Eren and the others simply snickered when you mentioned strange noises coming from Armin’s room.

“Why don’t you check on him?” Jean suggested, prompting laughter from the rest of the men.

“Since I’m the only here who seems to care about him, maybe I will,” you said defensive, before stomping your way back to Armin’s room.

You knocked once, twice, and were met with Armin’s whines of your name.

“Armin!” you cried, throwing the door open.

“No! Don’t come in!” the blonde sobbed, but it was too late. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, in full view of you with his hard cock in hand.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, eyes holding a dangerous glint as you stalked towards Armin. “Let mommy help, okay?”

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Jean Kirstein

A little aloof and obnoxious about it. So what if he masturbates, everyone does. It’s great stress relief. Man has a point.

Jean does try to muffle his sounds. As much as he doesn’t care that people know what he’s up to, he doesn’t intend on giving a show. He also doesn’t intend on everyone knowing it’s you he’s thinking of when his hand slides up and down his long cock.

Jean likes to bite. His pillowcase and sheets are full of tears from where he bites down, wishing it was your soft skin that he was sinking his teeth into. This does help to muffle his noises.

Jean is a talker. He loves dirty talk and will talk to himself while thinking of you. His favorite fantasy is him lavishing you in praises, saying you’re such a “good girl for daddy”.

While Jean is open that he does indeed masturbate, he is very defensive if he gets caught. He tries to cover himself and make up very poor excuses.

“Hey, Jean,” you called before bouncing into your lover’s bedroom. “Have you seen my—.” The sight before you cut you off.

On his bed lay Jean. The white sheets tangled into his legs as he pumped his cock with smooth rhythmic strokes. His head thrown back and eyes clenched shut, tell-tale signs that he was reaching his end. Your name fell from lips in light praises as he called you his good girl and imagined you wrapped tightly around him, milking him. With a heavy grunt, Jean came, spraying his chest with his hot cum.

The sound of light clapping from across the room jerked him out of his afterglow. Jean turned away from you, stammering at you to get out as he pulled up his sheets to cover himself.

“But daddy,” you cooed as you walked forward, swaying your hips just the way Jean liked. “Am I not good enough for you?”

You fake pout had Jean already hard again.

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Connie Springer

An addict and everyone knows it. He is also very defensive over this, stating it’s a healthy stress relief compared to drugs or alcohol. No one can really disagree with him, so he’s left alone.

He prefers the privacy of his room, but will absolutely rub one out in the showers that may or may not be shared by the other men.

The only one who could probably hold eye contact with you the next day after you catch him. You have the same sense of humor, so that helps.

You and Connie are close friends, who spill the dirty details over everything to each other, except of course how badly you want each other. Even Mikasa can see it.

Connie has a slight savior complex. His favorite fantasy is you calling him a hero and asking how you could repay him for saving you.

“Tell me! Tell me!” you begged Connie the next morning at breakfast.

The man in question groaned at your insistence.

“Connie, we tell each other everything, ever since we were cadets, we left no secrets between us. Please, please tell me!”

“No,” Connie whined, hiding his burning face in his hands.

“You had a wet dream, and I want to know who it was about. Maybe I can help, put in a good word with them for you?” You smirked at your best friend’s growing discomfort. “Please, Connie,” you whispered. “I’ll give you half my lunch.” You hoped to bribe the man out of silence.

Connie jumped up and pounded his tight fists on the table. “You!” He shouted. “It was you!” His face grew beet red as the cafeteria occupants turned towards the racket. “It wasn’t a wet dream either.” His voice softened in embarrassment as he turned away from you.

“Oh.” You sat in silence with Connie for a few brief moments before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Do you mind showing me then?”

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Levi Ackerman

Very quiet about it. It’s a surprise to most when it comes out that he masturbates, but as Jean said, who doesn’t? Still, what he does in private is his own business, and no one dares to mention if they’ve caught him.

For him, it’s a form of stress relief, so he’s prone to rub one out in the privacy of his shower or office. Occasionally he’ll lay in bed, but really the shower is just so much easier to clean.

Levi’s favorite fantasy unsurprisingly involves a maid outfit. He’d die if he ever saw you in one, bent over and giving him the briefest peek of your panties.

Overstimulation king. This man’s refractory period is next to zero. Also very kinky.

Canonically, Levi is an awkward sub. If you caught him, he would freeze before getting angry and yelling at you to leave him alone. He would completely avoid any and all interaction with you to the best of his abilities, prompting Erwin and Hange to ask if you’ve done something to provoke him.

That’s if you didn’t take matters into your own hands. Your handsome captain is overworked, and it’s your duty to help.

“Captain!” you called as you barged into Levi’s office, only to find the man hunched over his desk, head resting on the desk with sweat dripping onto the cool wooden surface. His back heaved as he struggled to regain his breath.

“Captain! Are you okay?!” You panicked and ran towards your captain.

Levi jumped up, face completely drained of color. He blushed furiously as he processed that it was you who walked in on him in such a vulnerable state.

“No!” Levi yelped. “Don’t come any closer! Get out!”

You ignored your captain’s direct orders and reached out for him, noticing the sticky white coating his hand.

“Oh,” you giggled. “I see. I thought I had cleaned everything, but it seems I missed a spot.” You raised Levi’s hand to your lips before licking him clean. You held his icy gray eyes in your darkening gaze as you drank everything he had to offer.

You smiled as you glanced down at his cock, already hardening once again.

“Do you want help with that,” you asked coyly. “Captain?”

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Erwin Smith

This man makes a goddamn show out of the act. He is sprawled on silk sheets, sporting nothing but an untied emerald green robe that lavishly falls on either side of him.

An exhibitionist who really doesn’t care if he’s caught. In fact, he hopes you walk by and hear him moaning your name. His favorite fantasy is you walking in on him like this. His bed is facing the doorway and he’s propped against luxurious pillows just in case.

He’s also loud. LOUD. He wants to be heard.

He pampers himself before and after like a true king. His skin is soft from a fresh shower, complete with moisturizing routine. Afterwards, he’ll take a few moments to regain his breath before collecting himself to clean up. He’s very careful to get all his cum on his own body and not his robe or sheets.

An arrogant bastard, but can back himself up. He has every reason to think so highly of himself and his sexuality.

You heard the deep moans from down the hall before you even neared your commander’s bedroom. Erwin’s deep, breathy pants of your name filled the empty hallway and echoed around you. You blushed furiously as you tried to pass, making your way to your own sleeping quarters.

As you passed, you noticed the door to Erwin’s bedroom was cracked open. You had always had a thing for your Greek god of a commander, and couldn’t help yourself as you peeked in through the open door.

You watched Erwin stroke himself, his perfect hand sculpted by Michelangelo himself moving up and down on his thick cock.

Erwin came with a deep grown of your name, as he painted his chiseled chest white. The sounds of Erwin’s ecstasy hitting you straight in your core as your own sex pulsed with need.

“Ah!” Erwin called, a dangerous glint in his ocean eyes. “Just the person I wanted to see!”

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction would bring it back.

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Bonus: Dick HCS

Eren: Above average in girth and length. He’s full of lean muscle and his dick matches. He has a nice curve too.

Reiner: Very well endowed. He’s a giant and his dick suits him. He’ll stretch you nicely and hit your cervix every time.

Armin: Just above average, but he worries he’s small. You remind him that he fits you just right.

Jean: longer than average, but of average girth. He’s a little self conscious of himself until you call him “daddy” and praise his cock.

Connie: average but knows how to use it and please you

Levi: this short king is packing and you know it

Erwin: a monster and he knows it. This man is unpacking a slip-n-slide every time he takes his pants off.

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#attack on titan #aot x reader #aot headcanons #tw.masturbation #eren jaeger #reiner braun #armin arlet #jean kirschtien #connie springer #levi ackerman #erwin smith #I feel like I’m dying #but they are bringing me back to life

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