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sims-himbo · 9 months

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THE SIMS 4: BARBIE Legacy Challenge!

oh hi there! i haven't posted here in a while, but i just watched the barbie movie a few days ago and needless to say, it is now my entire personality. so here's my first ever legacy challenge based on barbie's many, many careers and achievements!

apologies in advance, this challenge uses a lot of packs! i'm sorry! i might try to make a base game version at some point

portuguese translation by @demaciana-sims

sims 3 version by @appaloosawhims

challenge rules below the cut

All heirs must be female and named Barbie. (non-heir children may have any name)

You may use the freerealestate cheat for your first house, but try not to use money cheats after that!

You are allowed and encouraged to use lot traits and rewards to boost skill gain, anything that’s in-game is fair game.

Packs you will need:

EPs: Get To Work, City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living

GPs: Spa Day*, Parenthood

Optional packs (for the optional generations):

EPs: University, Cottage Living, Horse Ranch

GPs: Strangerville

*You only need Spa Day for the High Maintenance trait in one of the generations and nothing else, so it's fine to skip out on it.

You've been raised with traditional values: find a good man, start a family, be a homemaker... But you want your children to aim higher, so you'll make sure to set them up for success.

Complete Successful Lineage aspiration

Max Parenting and Cooking skills

Have at least 3 kids and 1 pet, each child must complete at least one child aspiration and they must all max out their grades in school

Must have Family-Oriented trait

Your mother was happy staying at home, but not you. You're ready to fight your way to the top and make enough money to support your family for generations to come.

Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration

Max Charisma and Logic skills

Max Business career (Investor branch)

Must have Ambitious trait

Your family is pretty wealthy, so you've used your funds to open up your very own vet clinic and follow your dreams of being surrounded by furry little guys all day! But it might be more difficult than you thought...

Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration

Max Veterinarian skill

Run a 5-star vet clinic

Have at least 3 pets and be good friends with all of them

Must have either Cat Lover or Dog Lover trait

You grew up surrounded by pets, and you now want to explore even more of the animal kingdom... So you're going underwater! What magical secrets will you discover on your journey?

Must live in Sulani

Complete Beach Life aspiration

Max Conservationist career (Marine Biologist branch)

Become a mermaid

Max Logic and Fitness skills

Must have Child of the Ocean trait

Your mother had an almost supernatural level of fitness at sea, so now you've been inspired to master fitness on land! You're determined to reach your full potential in physical performance and become a world class champion.

Join Cheer or Football team as a teenager and reach highest level

Complete Bodybuilder aspiration

Max Fitness and Charisma skills

Max Athlete career (Athlete branch)

Must have Active trait

Your family has achieved many, many accolades, and you've set out to capture all of it in an epic Tell-All novel that you spend your entire life writing!

Complete Bestselling Author aspiration

Max Writing skill

Write Book Of Life and bind it to your parent, use it to successfully bring them back from a premature death

Must have Creative trait

Movie stardom is the next logical step for your lineage, so you set out to conquer the silver screen. Will you catapult the family name into even greater heights, or will it now be associated with infamy?

Complete Master Actress aspiration

Max Acting skill

Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status

Must have a secret affair with a fellow Actor!

Must have High Maintenance trait

As the child of a successful actress, people may roll their eyes and immediately write you off as yet another nepo-baby trying to start a music career... So you must prove them all wrong by becoming a proper rockstar!

Complete World Famous Celebrity aspiration

Max Singing skill

Max skill in at least 2 instruments

Max Entertainer career (Musician branch)

Must have Music Lover trait

What's next after conquering so many careers and reaching worldwide fame for the family name? World domination, of course! Become the greatest Leader this nation has ever seen!

Complete Mansion Baron aspiration

Max Politician career (Politician branch)

Max Charisma skill

Must have Self-Assured trait

Now that you've conquered the world, it's time to venture out into Space! There's so much to explore out there, and Barbie must leave her mark all across the galaxy.

Complete Nerd Brain aspiration

Max Logic and Rocket Science skills

Go to SIXAM at least once and bring a souvenir

Must have Genius trait

Still want more? Here's some extra Barbies that you can play with!

Countryside Barbie

Complete Country Caretaker aspiration

Max Gardening skill

Must make all money from gardening, farming, wine making, etc. No day job!

Must own a horse and have it max every skill

Must have Animal Enthusiast trait

Army General Barbie

Must live in Strangerville

Complete Strangerville Mystery aspiration

Max Logic and Charisma skills

Max Military career (Either branch)

Must have Erratic trait

Scientist Barbie

Complete Nerd Brain aspiration

Max Scientist Career

Be abducted by Aliens at least once

Must have Genius trait

Ultimate Barbie

Set lifespan to long

Complete at least 2 child aspirations

Complete Renaissance Sim AND Academic aspirations

Max 10 skills

Have 12 or more traits

Graduate from college

Reach the top of any career

Have a house worth 1 Million Simoleons

Have at least 5 kids and max your relationship with all of them

that's about it! if you play this, please use #sims barbie legacy

have fun:)

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fredwkong · 10 months

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Genie: Marcus’s Wishes

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Marcus wasn’t your average jockboy. In school, he had been the class queer, marked for bullying because of his femme interests and gay voice. Worse, because he was one of the only Black kids. At university, he’d caught the iron bug and gotten huge, but kept the femininity, too. Nowadays, even with his powerful bod and handsome face, he still got dirty looks for his paisley shirts, peppy attitude, and swishy walk.

It was somewhere around 3 AM, and Marcus was feeling well and truly used. He hadn’t been topped like Mr. Peters had topped him in… he didn’t know how long. The Daddy dom’s husband, Lars, had told Marcus that the couple never double dipped on a guy, which sucked, but Marcus had more than enough wank material from this night alone to get him through.

Lars, still naked, followed the half-dressed Marcus to the living room. Mr. Peters was lounging on the balcony upstairs, smoking. Lars was giving Marcus the instructions for getting to the main street in his thick German accent. The other boys had left a few hours ago to catch the last busses home.

Something caught Marcus’s eye in the dimly lit room. A glint of light off of brass, an old, traditional lamp sitting next to Mr. Peters’ humidor. “What’s that?” Marcus asked.

Lars looked at the lamp like he’d never seen it before. “Some object of Daddy’s,” he grunted. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” Marcus was living in his own place for the first time, and he was starting to decorate. He drifted over and lifted up the lamp. He could base a whole room off of its aesthetics.

“Take it.” Lars waved away Marcus’s half-made protestation. “If Daddy thought it was important he would tell me,” said the German model. “It clashes with our decor.” He moved closer, and growled in Marcus’s ear, “You deserve a present for being such a good slut.”

An hour later, Marcus crashed into bed, not bothering to undress or unpack his bag, leaving the lamp in his gym duffel.

The next morning, he woke up late and made a protein shake for breakfast. As he chugged it, he pulled the lamp out of his bag. Held it up against different spaces in his apartment. It would clash with the Britney poster in the bedroom. Ditto for the Barbie display in his office. He settled on the entryway. He could get a pedestal for it and make an Arabian nook or something.

There was some kind of stain on the side of the lamp. Grabbing a hanky, Marcus started to rub it, but was interrupted as the lamp slid from his grasp and released a cloud of rainbow smoke. When it cleared, a burly Arabian man in a thong and a slutty stringer tank stood in Marcus’s apartment.

“Hey cutie,” said the genie. “Make me some wishes and I’ll get you hot.”

Marcus’s eyes caught on the genie’s ample bulge, and then he processed what he was being offered. In the second before he made his first wish, all he could think was masculinity. There was a corner near his apartment where Hispanic men gathered to shoot the shit in their jeans and tank tops. Their manliness was effortless, totally unstudied, what Marcus had dreamed of being in his childhood.

“I wish I was more manly, like a Latino guy.”

“Got it,” said the genie, with a snap of his fingers. “One Latino meatlover, coming right up.”

Marcus found himself surrounded by a cloud of orange smoke. It smelled like sweat and spices, and Marcus found himself inhaling it deeply. The scent blazed a trail through his mind, and Marcus started to think in Spanish rather than English. His university education vanished, replaced by the foundation of his own landscaping company at 18, and all the hard, manual labour involved in maintaining and building yards for rich, lazy white people.

At the same time, the smoke pumped up Marcus’s big Black muscles further, and lightened them to a sun-kissed tan. His hair straightened and retracted partway into his scalp, leaving him with a simple, masculine haircut. His dick and balls expanded, and the extra testosterone threw his already ripe armpits into overdrive, filling the room with the smell of his sweat. Finally, the last of the smoke thickened into threadbare white briefs, tight jeans, and a tighter tank top, an outfit fit for the masc Latino guy Marcus was becoming.

The genie snapped his fingers once again, and Marcus’s apartment became Marco’s house, a one storey bachelor pad full of thrifted furniture, hand-me-downs, and Marco’s curated selection of Tom of Finland prints hung on the walls.

Marco looked around with satisfaction, his big, callused hands on his hips. “Buen, cabron,” he told the genie in his deep, firm voice. “I need to go work now.”

“See you tomorrow, hermoso,” said the genie, vanishing back into the lamp that sat on Marco’s living room dildo shelf.

During the day, Marco drove his pickup truck to the office, maintained the lawns for some clients, and handled everything it took to run his own business. He hadn’t done great at school—too busy working so his mami could rest—but once he’d founded the business he’d discovered a knack for accounting, so he sat in his air conditioned office to do paperwork while his college boy employees worked through the heat of the afternoon.

Well, he finished the work in an hour and spent another two sniffing his spicy pits while he tugged his thick cock.

After work, Marco drove home, checked his immaculate front and back yards for anything that needed maintenance, and fired up the barbecue. He didn’t realise he had cooked for four until he sat down at the table with a mountain of meat and no one to feed.

The next morning, Marco summoned the genie bright and early with his second wish. “I wish I had some amigos to share the evenings with.”

“Aww, you could have just asked,” the genie cooed, and blew Marco a kiss as he vanished, sending a heart-shaped orange smoke ring to hit Marco in the face with the scent of musk and spice. When nothing seemed to change, Marco shrugged and loaded up his truck for work.

At the first client’s house, Marco dealt with the usual white housewife cooing over his big muscles and blue-collar masculinity with a roll of his eyes. But then the woman’s son, a lean twunk home for the summer, stumbled down the stairs for coffee. He glanced at Marco, who was setting up the lawnmower, and saw a flash of orange light as his nostrils filled with the scent of the Latino’s musk, and his mouth with the flavour of unwashed Latin cock.

As Marco packed his truck back up, the twunk stepped shyly up next to him. At first, he asked the usual questions about Marco’s gym routine, but then Marco raised his arms, showing his hairy pits and releasing a cloud of fresh, sweaty musk, and the white boy seemed to swallow his tongue. He handed Marco a paper with his number on it and fled.

It was the same with every client that day. At some point while he worked at each house, a cute young white boy would walk up and hand Marco his number. Some were little femme twinks, others buff jocks, and a couple were cute hairy cubs. All were shy, pretty, and lived in the rich neighbourhoods Marco worked in. While he was in the office that afternoon, Marco was so busy talking to all his new boys that he fell behind on the accounting.

That evening, Marco’s house was full of the voices of hot young guys. They filled the dining table, the couches, and the patio Marco had built with his own hands. Marco barbecued to his heart’s content and wandered among the boys with his own plate. As he greeted each new boy, Marco instinctively pulled them in for a firm kiss and grope, then said “Hola, mi chiquita.”

As the night went on, the boys got rowdier and hornier. The rich, potent smell of Marco’s musk and the genie’s magic filled the rapidly heating space, and Marco found himself on his bed in a happy pile of rich white boys desperate to sniff and lick him all over. Just at the stroke of midnight, the genie heard Marco, facefucking a little twink while some jocks and cubs worshipped him, mutter, “I wish I could see myself fuck this little gringo.”

A blast of magic suffused every corner of the house with musky orange smoke. When it cleared, Marco’s bed was surrounded by film cameras, taking different angles as he shoved his thick Latin dick into the white twink’s throat. In the spare room, two of the nerdier boys sat naked at monitors and called shots for the stream. Each room had a camera setup, including a hidden corner on the patio and a secluded bower in the garden.

Once he was done with the twink and a sweaty musk worship session with a couple of jock boys, Marco got dressed for bed in a pair of stained white briefs and turned to camera one. “That’s all for tonight, gringos,” he told his viewers in an playfully thick Spanish accent. “Come back tomorrow once I’m done working hard on your lawns.” He fondled his pouch, and the stream cut.

As Marco stood by the door, kissing his boys goodbye, one young lad caught sight of a weird lamp sitting next to Papi Marco’s dildo collection.

Idea with inspiration from a chatbot of my own creation.

Click here to see the genie’s next master.

Click here to see all the genie’s adventures.

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honeytonedhottie · 2 months

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ways im romanticizing school⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

this post is just for funsies ✨ and im writing it for reference and as a reminder to romanticize school cuz its so much fun. if it matters im a sophomore

chewing bubble gum in my classes (i've mastered chewing my gum without getting caught)

touch ups during classes (im always sitting in my classes reapplying glosses, quickly brushing my hair or spritzing on some perfume. usually i do this before class starts or towards the end)

PINK EVERYTHING (atp im the barbie of my classes and everyone knows how much i love pink cuz i make it super obvious. i use pink school supplies, use pink glitter pens and pink pencils, im looking to purchase a new school bag and best believe it'll be pink)

yes, school IS a fashion show (my school is a private school so we have uniforms, but i like adding accessories to let some individuality sparkle. i add things like cute socks, leg warmers, hair clips, cute claw clips, headbands, jewelry, etc)

academic validation (im quite chatty during school, but regardless of how much i talk and frolic my grades r beautiful. i pride myself on my grades)

FRIENDS (after school, me and my friends will have study sessions in the library sometimes, or we'll go to the cafe and buy cute drinks and snacks. sometimes, we go shopping after school, we make video diary entires together, and going to school with my friends just makes the high school experience 10x more enjoyable)

giving everyone compliments and smiling at ppl (im a pretty social person, so giving compliments feels easy, and i love to make friends and make ppl feel comfortable)

kpop (i watch txt fancams and to-do episodes during classes if were not doing anything or if we're having a study hall, right now im obsessed w taehyuns tinnitus fancam)

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 3 months

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This Fucks

[Dry humping, but it gets wet pretty fast. AMAB Reader. AFAB Barbie. Grinding, daydreaming, pussy eating, Barbs wears panties at the end, Barbs calls you Master, crack-ish. Standalone series]

Pt. 1

And then he'd ride you, fast and hard. He'd feel you through your boxers, through his own panties. He'd claw at your shoulders when you grinded against his clit just right and tears would fall as his eyes fluttered. He'd scream out-

"I guess you like the outfit?" And- wait, no, that's not what happens.

An amused huff punctuated your sentence, and as you eye him, several realizations hit him at once:

One, he was unbelievably wet. The throb of his clit and the uncomfortable wet feeling of his underwear clinging to his skin left him barely able to hold back a grimace, less he have to explain that to you too.

Two, he'd gone completely still in his daydream. How long had he been staring blankly at you, red in the face and just barely starting to breathe heavy? The only thing that could make this worse would be if he'd been wearing his summer uniform, the layers thin enough you'd have definitely seen his nipples perking through his shirt.

Third- he was wearing the summer uniform.

"Yes, I, it's very nice... my deepest apologies."

Your response comes paired with a toothy smile, and he swears he can feel himself getting wetter. "No problem, I know you have a lot on your plate. Hell, I'm distracting you right now, aren't I?"

You definitely were, just not in the way you think.

"I'll text you tonight then, Barbs. See you later~"

He nods, sad to see you go. You're his favorite distraction, his most coveted one easily. You probably think you were being a nuisance now.

Barbatos walks you out, waving and watching until you turned the corner out of sight. He sighs, locking the door behind him and heading straight for the nearest bathroom.

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He's baking cookies for you today. Soft, melty chocolate chip- just how you like it. In fact, he's baking a variety of pastries: donuts and cupcakes, all in your favorite flavors. He's making an "I'm sorry" basket for his shameful behavior the other day.

As he begins to glaze the donuts, hands drift over his waist, settling in place and pulling him closer- ass first -to your dick. He could feel it through your uniform; did you just get out of class? The lingering scent of potions gone right and wrong alike met his nose, and he chuckled, eyes crinckling at the corners when he smiles.

"You didn't even bother to change, I see."

Your lick the cuff of his ear, whispering into it. "Needed you too bad." By all nine of the circles. There was a greedy rasp in your voice, like you could barely speak through your own desire. Your hands got firmer as they slid down to hold his hips. Your thumbs massage circles into his ass as you give a few test thrusts, seeing how thick the material on his pants were.

He looks back to find you scrunching your brows as if in deep focus.

"I want these off." You say, your tone deadpan.

Barbatos jumps to obey, donuts completely forgotten, and you help him, shimmying his pants down as he undoes the buttons. You undo your own, and then it's briefs to boxers as you hump him, rocking him against the counter and making his eyes roll back. He's obsessed with the feel of it, how hard it is, leaving no room for mistaking how much you want him.

He's close, fuck, fuck, he's so close. You are too, going by the way your thrusts get more and more aggressive. Barbatos' eyes squeeze shut, and as his peak gets closer and closer, he can feel that tightening in his stomach, making him tense up right before the big-

His eyes spring open, immediately locking on where his hands have burst an entire piping bag of glaze onto one donut. Embarrassment at getting so caught up paints his face a lovely shade of rouge, getting even darker as he realizes that glazed donut holes are not the best distraction for... well, glazing (non) donut holes.

Once again, his underwear clings to his cunt, providing the slightest friction against his senstive clit as he moves about the kitchen, cleaning up his mess.

He sighs as, also once again, he makes his way to his room to clean up a different mess.

(–>Himself)

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"Fuck me, you're doing great 'batos."

Your hands are on his hips, helping him bounce on your clothed boner. You've barely got ten minutes- you both have places to be. Him, a meeting, you, a class. But that didn't stop you from sliding your pants to your knees and leaning heavily on a side table in one of the castle's many forgotten salons, nor him from showing you the pretty pink panties he put on today in the hopes you'd get to see them.

With your bulge fitted comfortably between his cheeks, he switched from bouncing to rolling, gyrating his hips and crying out like a whore as you groaned into his back, sinking your teeth into the blushed skin of his neck. Just low enough the collar of his uniform covers it, of course. You're nothing if not courteous.

As your blunt nails sink into his flesh, Barbatos starts to wonder if this is what insanity feels like. Delirium colored with the pinks and reds of lust, your groans like a mantra in his ears he can't, won't, get rid of. The ache of his own pussy consumes him- you're breathtakingly close, yet it's never enough for him. His greed is as constant as his heart beat, a steady rhythm of "more".

Your chest to his back, your breath on his ear. He'd soaked through his panties long ago and knew they'd be nothing short of ruined when he came. Cumming on your cock, even through your clothes... it was so good. God, you felt-

"-so good! Thank you by the way, I never would have fixed that without you."

And just like that, the time demon returns to the present.

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Despite the cold of the room, sweat rolls down the back of his neck as he thinks,

'What am I supposed to tell you this time?'

Barbatos can feel you staring at him, but it seems the floor is particularly interesting today. He can't keep his eyes off it- or rather, he can't keep his eyes on you.

A faint sunset pink dusts his cheeks, and in a manner much unlike his usual held-together persona, he fiddles with the edges and fingers of his gloves, tapping his foot against the shining wooden floors and licking his lips a rather unnecessary amount.

"Nervous?"

He chuckles when you ask, but there's no humor in it. He still doesn't look at you. He wishes he could go back to work. He's on his break right now, which he usually doesn't take, but took advantage of for your sake. It's only thirty minutes, but it feels like hours.

"There's no need for anxiety, Barbs. I just wanna talk..." You trail off into silence, polite on your part, suffocating on his. Leaning over, you take a sip out of the tea you personally prepared for this occasion. It held not so much as a candle to Barbatos', of course, but you thought it'd be a good change of pace for something like this.

'They're gonna hate me.'

He's so sure of it, not even a peek into the future would change his mind. You'd learn of his disgusting habits and shame him, then tell him you never wanted to see him again. It was inevitable.

"Barbatos,"

He tenses involuntarily at hearing his name.

"You've been distant lately, you know?" You watch his face as you talk, speaking slowly and gently, as if trying to calm a scared animal. "Avoiding me so actively that everyone has noticed, making excuses everytime I ask to hang out, and disassociating when we actually do. What's happening to us? Did I do something wrong?"

'Fuck.'

The thought is followed by budding tears in his eyes. He's ruined everything, and to top it off, you think it's your fault.

What the hell was he supposed to say to you?

"My apologies Master, I find myself lost in thoughts of your dick sandwiched between my asscheeks."?

Get serious.

....but as his own voice meets his ears, things do get serious. Very, very, very quickly.

The room empties of sound, not even a breathe to be heard. But as loud as his heartbeat is in his ear, there's no way you're deaf to it.

How the fuck did he accidentally say that aloud? Of all God-forsaken things-

"I... are you serious?"

For the first time since entering the room, he looks at you. Your face is oddly.... blank. He can't read your eyes, but your posture is rigid as you rest your forearms on your knees, hands tightly clasped around a small teacup.

There's no use lying now. It'd only serve to make things more awkward. This was his punishment, he was sure of it- to die in flames of embarrassment, haunted by this day for the rest of forever.

"I... suppose there are more choice words to be used. But yes. I want you quite badly, Master. Need you, even. And it's ruining my immortal life." The last part is no more than a whisper, but you hear him as though he yelled it.

"I know I've ruined our relationship. I've let your kindness go to my head, and find myself unsatisfied with standing quietly behind you. I wish to be by your side."

He's said so much, too much, but it's as if the words run from his mouth on their own. He bites down, almost drawing blood as his fangs dig into the soft skin.

You're silent, still as unreadable as a closed book. He feels out of place in his skin under your gaze. It's unwavering strength begins to unnerve him as he prepares for a verbal beating.

"Beside me, or under me?"

He'd say it's his turn to be speechless, but the shit eating grin on your face makes him think you knew exactly what you were going to say a long time ago.

Nevertheless, he answers seriously. Thinking back, it may have been the shock that made him answer so honestly.

"..both."

You smile wider, a wild look in your eyes.

"Both is good."

And in the following seconds, Barbatos was hit with realizations of several things, once again:

One, you were messy. The table was cleared of dishwear, utensils and food alike in a quick swipe of your arm. Hopefully, you didn't expect him to help clean it up later.

Two, you weren't and never have been a weakling. You lifted him with an ease he'd only seen out of Beezlebub, or Diavolo. Despite his size, he was pure muscle, and quite heavy. But you didn't even break a sweat as you held him bridal and layed him out on the table, gentle as a lover should be.

Three- it was just as big as he'd imagined.

You fit yourself between his legs, holding them wide open as you grabbed his waist to pull him to you. You whisper under your breath, and the lights flicker before dimming down. Your eyes are alight with something that scared him as much as it aroused him. It was bright, fierce, hot. Like passion, but so much more intense. It had to be in your blood, pumping throughout your whole body and heating your skin till it burned at the touch.

Scorching fingers caressed him through his clothes, dragging down his torso as if imagining how easily they could rip through the fabric, the shreds joining the shards of glass on the floor. Your bulge pressed into him more and more as you tried to get closer, as though dizzy-headed with the thought of fucking him deep.

God, he wanted you to fuck him deep. Maybe he was the dizzy-headed one.

"What did you dream about, Barbatos? Tell me everything, my love."

'Such a sweet talker.' He thought. But he lied if he said it didn't make his pussy throb.

"You had me just like this... with your face in my neck, telling me things, as you..." He blushes, and it encourages you closer. Chest to chest, your voice is a sultry whisper in his ear. "As I what, darling?"

He gulps audibly, nervous fingers grasping the sides of your shirt. You can hear a tremble in his voice, "You... you were dry humping me. Slow, but hard, and relentless. There were tears in my eyes."

He doesn't know what he expected, can't explain why his breath caught in his throat when you began to rock, slow, but hard. One hand cradled his face as he closed his eyes tight, overwhelmed by the drag of your cock over his clothes. You were pressing on his clit just right, even through the layers. Again...again, again, hah, agai-

"Ah!" He moaned out as you pressed especially hard. Your other hand was on his hip, and the bruising grip made him think you wanted this too more than anything else you've done so far. If he had to put it into words- you held him like you didn't think you'd ever get the chance.

"Fuck... tell me what I said, Barbatos."

It takes a few seconds, and when he finally finds his voice, his speech is interrupted by gasps of pleasure. "I.. hell, you- you told me how good I felt. That- fuck, Master- that you needed me. All the things you'd been waiting- hah, to do to me."

You kiss his neck, your voice low in his ear, but your words loud in his heart and mind. "You're perfect, Barbatos. Can you feel it? How hard you get me? Just looking at you- it drives me insane. Makes me wanna make you feel good."

The hand on his hip moves to undo his pants. He claws at your back as you speed up your strokes. "I'd go so deep, baby. Make you see stars. I wanna fuck you till you're sleep, till I'm the only thing you think of, till you call out of work."

You stop your administrations, and in the blink of an eye, Barbatos finds his panties are out where you can see them.

And yes- he is wearing the pretty pink ones.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you need me."

Like the asshole you are, you're much more gentle with your own clothes, getting them off just as fast yet leaving them mostly whole. Your dick twitches against the constraints of your briefs. It makes Barbatos salivate, the thought of having all of it on his tongue, down his throat, making him gag and cry. In his pussy, bruising his cervix and-

Why was he still imagining things, when the real thing was right in front of him?

Quick as ever you flip him on his stomach, smirking at how wet and sticky his panties have gotten. In this position, the fat lips pressed against the thin fabric in a way only describable as lewd. You drag a single finger down his slit, starting from his asshole and stopping at his clit. Watching him shiver as you dragged it back up, tremble as you go back down again. The shocked way he squeaks and grabs the table as you press on his clit.

You can't see his face when you put your own in it, licking him through the cloth, but you can definitely hear him. He's unabashedly loud, his hips acting on their own. Sloppy kisses make him squeal, and long strokes of your tongue make him moan. When you suck on his clit, he calls your name, a desperate cry that thanks you even as it begs for more.

"[Name], Cum- cumming. I'm-"

Your hand snakes down to grope at your dick as you eat him faster. You can taste him; his essence is all across your tongue and it's absolutely euphoric. He rocks a little harder every time you whisper how good he tastes into his clit, cries a little louder. You can hear how hoarse his voice is getting though. His screams are shadows of what they were, the scrape of his voice against his throat sending shocks through you. It all makes you suck him a lil harder.

And then he arches into your mouth, cumming on your tongue with a sultry moan from deep in his chest. Your eyes roll as liquid gold coats your tastebuds, the aftertaste like a mouthful of diamonds. Angelic whimpers meet your ears, and you can't help overstimulating him as you work to not waste a drop.

Barbatos swears that hours pass, but your clean up job only lasts a few more minutes. His head is heavy and light at the same time, not a thought to be found among the thick sex haze.

He feels like you shared your fire with him, the burning power shocking his nerves and waking his body up even as you suck him to sleep. Everything's so sensitive, too sensitive, yet you keep going...

Gods, please keep going....

Then you stop. He's left ass up and face down as you catch your breath. His own chest heaves, the tears that fell drying on his face or pooling between his cheek and the table. He should be worried about that, what a mess you'd made of him, of the room, of everything. But the only thing he could focus on was your breath, far too close to his sensitive, throbbing cunt.

Barbie's hips were bruised to the touch, yet he couldn't manage so much as a wince when you grabbed them again. You were much gentler this time, at least.

You pull him into your lap, a glimmer in your eye as his head lolls on your shoulder.

Slowly, tantalizingly so, you grind up into him. Weak he may be, he still tries to grip your wrists, settling for loosely wrapping his fingers around them. He feels your head come to a rest on his shoulder, and your hands move to interlock with his, dragging them with you as you wrapped both of your arms around his torso.

Borderline chaste kisses were peppered across his shoulders and neck as a pace was set. Barbatos didn't think he could take it- being humped like a whore, then grinded on mid-embrace like a lover dearly missed. The butterflies in his stomach stirred at the mix of emotions pumping through him, filling him with a ticklish, fluttery feeling that made giggles spill from his throat.

"...off."

He hums his confusion, and you try to be a little louder.

"Can I take these off?"

Your voice is a romantic whisper in his ear as you nod towards his panties, soaked through and leaving nearly nothing to the imagination by this point.

You asked so politely, and you made him feel so light, he couldn't find it in him to say no.

He blushes, and nods.

His panties are off in a snap! , pink pussy finally exposed. Now, his arousal soaked your briefs directly, and the twitch it gave at being so close to his warmth felt brand new.

The feel of the cold air against his hot cunt made him choke and sit up, breatheless gasps escaping in a flurry as you stroked the squishy lips, ghosting over his clit to circle his hole.

He watched your fingers drag arousal from his hole to where his bud ached, flicking it and making him cry. The tears streaked his skin as they fell fast down his cheeks. Watching you seemed to make it more intense, seeing exactly how your skilled fingers moved to bring him such electrifying pleasure.

Oh hells, you'd started moving again too. Your labored breathing was felt against his back as you grinded into him

t desperately. Your hips worked like you needed this, needed him, needed to cum against his cunt and take him over the edge with you.

Your fingers sped up as you strained to keep your pace steady, the jerk of your legs getting worse and worse as you got closer. Barbatos could feel how you twitched against the briefs, and even in his weakness, tried to meet your thrusts in the middle, rubbing his sensitivity pussy along your bulge and making himself sob at the intensity.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Heavy breathes and heady gasps filled the room as your stomachs started to lock with lightning. Barbatos was seeing stars, felt like he was one. Exploding with pleasure, bright as the sun and just as blinding. There wasn't a thought in his head as your grunts and moans became more frequent, the open mouthed kisses you planted on his ear and neck making his eyes roll. Your free hand left his hip and made for his nipple, and with an aggressive twist, it was over.

The two of you exploded in sync like a supernova of catastrophic levels, the orgasm rawing both of your throats as each other's names rang in the air. The flames in your blood were slowly doused, leaving your skin as sticky as it was sweaty- and it was very much so both.

Neither of you can breathe, so you pant between sloppy kisses. Weak arms wrap around your neck as your hands tangle in sweat-soaked hair, drool escaping down the sides of your lips. He can taste himself on your tongue still, his essence making your spit stick to your lips a little more. The sight spurred him more, until exhaustion truly wracked you both, dropping your bodies to the table in a mere moment.

Barbatos couldn't find any talking words. He's not quite sure what he could say- "hey, that was pretty nice, albeit unexpected?"

"Yeah, hah, that's one way to put it."

He has got to get control of that.

Your eyes were already closed when he looked up at you, using all his strength to do so. You whispered, mumbled really, and he strained to listen through the haze still clouding his mind.

"....beautiful, Barbatos. Everything... you. We have to do this again.... day when you're actually free."

Remembering he was far overdue to return to his position should have sent him into shock, or perhaps cardiac arrest, but he found all he could do was sigh. The castle would be fine without him for a couple hours... and it's not like they had any guests today...

Barbatos yawned, his head getting heavier and heavier with the rhythmic movement of your chest. A quick glance showed you to already be asleep, your peaceful expression painting a smile across his face.

His last image before drifting off is of you, with a single line of drool slowly slipping out the corner of your mouth.

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A/N: IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR A WEEK. AHHHHHHHHHHH

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #sub barbatos #obey me barbatos smut #barbatos #barbatos smut #shall we date barbatos #obey me shall we date #barbatos obey me #unaveragewrites #sub obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader

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After Dark Master List

all stories are nsfw / 18+

↠Han Jisung↞

Hannie wants to play with your ass but you’ve never done this before.

Back in Ten: soft dom CEO Jisung wants you to wear a strap and fuck his ass, after an important function.

Jisung Kinks // after dark hard thoughts

If Han was as small as a barbie doll

fem!Hannie freaky roller skater girl

Drabble: Can I watch you, Sungie?: posted on my main blog. You come home from work early to find Jisung on your bed fucking himself with a dildo.

↠Bangchan↞

Scientist Chan: chan x fem!reader 🐈 experiments.

↠Minho↞

Stop Lift Button your work colleague Minho has moved into your apartment. What happens when he jumps in the lift with you.

Star Student Part 1: Pairing: professor/teacher Minho x adult female reader. You put on a show for your hot Professor while he’s trying to teach a class. (This is an adult classroom situation.) (5 min approx read)

Star Student Part 2: Pairing: professor/teacher Minho x adult female reader. Professor Minho makes you stay after class to fix the problem you caused.

Show Mommy: Lee Know dressed as Aunt Lina was doing things to you as you watched him on set. But what happens when you are invited to an after party and accidentally end up in Lee Know's room, and he's still in costume?

Billionaire Lee Minho and his Little Plaything You're at billionaire Lee Minho's extravagant party at some fancy historical manor, where unbeknownst to you he want to make you his "Plaything". Before you know what's happening you find yourself in a room with Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin. Minho has plans for you but he doesn't know you can play games too. Pairing: Lee Know x fem reader, Changbin x fem reader, Hyunjin x fem reader. Word count: 8k approx

Submission: Lee Minho x fem reader. You're billionaire Lee Minho's "plaything", but tonight the tables have turned and he let's you dom him. Approx word count: 3.4k

Ask: Minho face f^cks male!reader 🫠 this was so fun to write 🥵

↠Minsung / Minsung x reader↞

Minsung Saves the Day Minsung x fem reader (5 minute read) You've just been fingered to the brink of orgasm by Chan and Hyunjin in the back of a car, whilst Minho and Seungmin sit up front. Now you've arrived at the club and there's only one thing on your mind.

Behind the Curtain: mean!Han x bratty!reader + helpful!Minho. You tease your boyfriend Han before a show and he's not happy. So he punishes you, leaves you in a needy mess, and sends Minho to look for you. What happens when Minho can't resist your needs?

Kidnapper Clowns: clown!jisung x fem reader + Minho (5 minute read). dark smut // reader is "kidnapped" and tied up in the basement of two men in clown masks. Everything is planned/consensual.

Pretty Little Kitties: Jisung x reader x Minho. Jisung buys you and him matching kitten ears and tails. Minho joins in.

The window across the street: Han x fem aunty Lina x fem reader.

↠3Racha↞

We’ll make it fit: 3Racha Chan x Changbin x reader w/han for 2secs. They want to use her like their little toy. Dp.

3 racha c^m dump: Han asks you to meet him in the corridor at the bar. Bartender Chan and Security Guard Changbin join in.

3racha free use hard thoughts 1/♾️

3racha free use hard thoughts 2/♾️

3racha free use hard thoughts 3/♾️

↠Other Members / Mixed pairings↞

Blindfolds: chan x Minho x reader. Your bf helps you fulfill your fantasy of being fucked by a stranger.

If skz worked at an adult shop what would each member recommend?

Let Daddy Take Care of it chan x hyunjin x fem reader (5 min read) Fem!reader is horny on the way to the club. Chan and Hyunjin help her out with their fingers in the backseat of the car.

After Hours: Felix; personal assistant | You; Corporate Boss. You're a corporate boss, he is your personal assistant. You're his boss by day, but after hours his soft dom side gets you weak.

Sweet Sweet Punishment: Bratty Han convinces you to let him go down on you without permission from Chan and Lino. They punish you both in front of everyone when they get home. features ot8.

Little Deaths (posted on my main blog) ot8 x reader. You’re stranded at a mansion where 8 horny ghosts must pleasure you.

Fuckbois Jilix: thoughts on how they pick you up and take you home.

Fuckbois Jilix version 2

↠Fem!skz Universe↞

↪ Enter here

Bonus: fem!ateez seonghwa and hongjoong 🙀🥵

#daydreams-after-dark-masterlist

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bubblebeebuzz · 4 months

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master list of tumblr 2023 events (decided not to include every trending fandom that has a new season or movie because then this list would never end, this is intended to be exclusively tumblr-focused things)

polls released

bug race

cecilsweep

polls class division

vanilla extract

mcytblr sexyman

various many sexy-thing polls

mishapocaylpse 10th anniversary

barbie arrests donald trump

the great reddit migration

ao3 ddos attack (millions dead countless injured)

barbenheimer (yes this is external to tumblr but i would say relevant enough)

mole interest

goncharov anniversary/sequel??? idk it was a thing for like a day

#new years #2023 #polls #cecilsweep #bug race #vanilla extract #mishapocalypse #reddit #barbenheimer #ao3 #mole interest #goncharov

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have been feeling listless and unmoored re: sims stuff lately, but i got a healthy dose of inspiration from @warwickroyals & @prydainroyals this past week, so i did a little succession / magazine-ish thing :^) obviously beatriz's 2023 death would be commemorated in uspanian vogue !!!!! obviously !!!!

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Fashion is a Royal (and Family) Affair

That Crown Princess Barbie is a student of Uspanian style isn’t a surprise. For this issue, she recounts the historical episode at the heart of our memorial for the late Queen Beatriz. Pictured above in private photos are: Mother Desideria in 1860; Mother Zuriñe in 1885; Mother Rowena and then-Crown Prince Alfonso in 1926.

THE “BIRDIE” ISSUE OF VOGUE USPANA debuted in 1973. At the time, the magazine was in its infancy. An issue shaped by the queen—and it was, from cover to cover, driven by her desires and presence—ensured longevity. It proved to be a bestseller. Clothes, too, flew off the racks as Uspana’s designers received a boost among popular consumers. A textiles renaissance commenced among women of a certain class who had been looking elsewhere for quality fabric. Then and now, this was the mission of the magazine: loyalty to Uspanian fashion. The Birdie issue was a testament to this, from the sensibilities it imparted to the sourcing of its materials. The queen’s favorite designers, stylists, and photographers filled the issue; it made them iconic, and they would continue to set national trends for decades to come. More importantly, the Birdie issue fit into a larger project underway during Beatriz’s reign. Foreign fashion’s creep into the Uspanian mainstream had started two centuries before Beatriz obtained the Crown, but it reached its cultural apex under the sway of her mother. Uspana’s people had long reviled Queen Rowena’s taste in one breath and wished to emulate it in the second. The two women were not seemingly opposed in a diametric sense. They overlapped under the label of “extravagant,” namely, but Beatriz was forgiven her excess. The Birdie issue, in retrospect, shows why. In an initial meeting with the queen, she told then-editor Lluc Soler that she cared deeply about a “revival” of traditional fashion in the country. Soler replied that traditional fashion was alive and well—“in the mountains, with the grandmothers.” Some in the annals have suggested that this retort led to control of the issue being ceded informally to a team with whom the queen preferred to work. (By 1975, Papan Ibarra had risen from those ranks to become the magazine’s new editor-in-chief, a position she occupied until 1991.) Nonetheless, a certain truth in Soler’s statement formed the foundation of the issue. It did draw heavy inspiration from those grandmothers in the mountains. This included people such as the queen’s own grandmother, Mother Zuriñe, who readily embraced the aesthetics of Yaas and was a master weaver in her own right. The cover reflected the elevated homage orchestrated within. On it, Birdie herself posed in a wool rebozo hand-dyed with cochineal. This garment was a perfect duplicate of the so-called suncloths the queen’s great-grandmother, Mother Desideria, wore on a regular basis in the late nineteenth century. Fittingly, it was also topped with a replica inspired by the time. One of the many jewelry pieces destroyed during the 1880s had been the Shield Flower tiara with its red fire opal set in gold and symbolic allusions to the sacrifice and self-immolation of Uspana’s founding mothers. Queen Beatriz wore tiaras on many occasions, but it was widely known that she preferred to wear the true Uspanian symbol of elite regalia: the jade necklace. For that reason, jade

BIRDIE, 1973 Shield Flower tiara by Xiuhcozcatl for the House of Tecuani. Rebozo by Quilatzli Castañeda. Necklace creator unknown. Fashion editor: Papan Ibarra.

#this wasn't gonna be a whole thing #but i decided Why Not #this is what the kids call worldbuilding after all :^)#rip queen birdie )^:#no but why are the vogue layouts kinda ugly sdfkdsg #ch.arnaut #ch.german #ch.malena #ch.barbie #ch.lorraine #ch.beatriz #reyes.worldbuilding

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luxuryandlilacs · 23 days

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I’m currently learning how to keep my mouth shut and not give unsolicited advice. Mina Irfan from The Universe Guru has 4 stages of consciousness she believes people are in. Basic Babe, Self Aware Barbie, Million Dollar Babe, and High End Divinity. Most people are in their Basic Babe and Self-Aware Barbie stages. I think I’m 60% Self-Aware Barbie and 40% Basic Babe.

One aspect of the Self-Aware Barbie stage is learning so much and trying to teach everybody and their mama what they have learned. I noticed all throughout my life I was either in Basic Babe or Self Aware Barbie. I used to (probably still do) give out unsolicited advice to everyone that would listen. And then I would get so frustrated when no one would take my advice.

I used to think only my way of thinking was right and everybody else was wrong. But the funny this is that every single female adult in my life growing up was the same way! Mmm… so I basically learned this trait since I was a toddler. Women used to always give me unsolicited advice about the way I looked, my hair, my religion, anything they could think of and I always hated it. Especially the hair part, but that’s another discussion.

So giving unsolicited advice was a learned behavior for me and now I have to consciously tell myself to shut my mouth. If no one is asking for suggestions or advice, why am I giving it out especially when I don’t know better? I’m just spitting out information that resonated with me.

This is where embodying femininity, class, wealth, high value traits is essential to the level up/glow up process! If I’m not living my best life, why in the world would anybody would listen to me??!

Now I get so annoyed when I read a whole bunch of YouTube comments giving out advice that no one asked for, especially when their advice is, for the most part, crap.

From now on, I want my life and energy to do the talking. I want to get to the point where other women are asking me “how did you do it? I will listen to whatever you have to say!” That’s how I know I definitely made it and can do more good.

I do think writing blogs are different since I’m just writing down my thoughts and broadcasting things that no one is obligated to read or interact with.

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creepercraftguy · 4 months

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Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Voice Actor Headcanons (Teal Mask and Indigo Disk Edition)

So, the version of this post I did for the main game turned out to be one of my all time most popular posts on this platform, and I'm honestly super happy about that. The majority of people seemed to really like the voices that I picked for each of the characters, and there were some fun discussions in the reblogs and comments.

So it was only a matter of time before I got around to doing the DLC characters, and now that Indigo Disc is finally out, better now than never. Pokemon obviously rarely has voice acting in the main series, so this is the next part of the series where I assign English VA's to each of the characters.

Before I get into this, there are a few points I need to reiterate, as I often do with these posts.

This is NOT CANON. These are HEADCANONS and are unofficial. It’s just a hypothetical situation. If the characters were voiced, this is who I imagine would voice them.

Every major character in the DLC is included here, so there are HEAVY SPOILERS for the game’s DLC storylines. DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU HAVE NOT PLAYED THE TEAL MASK OR INDIGO DISC OR DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED.

This VA Headcanons post is SPECIFICALLY for the characters from Pokemon ScarVi's DLC. If you want to see the characters from the main game, the post is here.

As was the case with Nemona and Penny, it's highly likely that the characters will get official English VA's in Pokemon Masters. Remember that this post was constructed prior to this.

So without further ado, I hope you enjoy my ideas. Or don’t. Your choice.

Kieran - JUSTIN BRINER

Also Voiced:

Deku/Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Nico (Nanbaka)

Mikaela Hyakuya (Seraph of the End)

Carmine - ANNE YATCO

Also Voiced:

Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Raiden Shogun (Genshin Impact)

Lola Metrose (The Hidden Dungeon Only I Can Enter)

Briar - EMI LO

Also Voiced:

Ruan Mei (Honkai Star Rail)

Lucy (Cyberpunk Edgerunners)

Rena Ryuugu (Higurashi: When They Cry)

Perrin - ERICA LINDBECK

Also Voiced:

Futaba Sakura (Persona 5)

Kaori Miyazono (Your Lie In April)

Celica (Fire Emblem)

Cyrano - GABE KUNDA

Also Voiced:

Macaron (Hi-Fi Rush)

Rock Lock (My Hero Academia)

Shin Yasuda (Horimiya)

Crispin - RICCO FAJARDO

Also Voiced:

Lemillion/Mirio Togata (My Hero Academia)

Kotaro Tatsumi (Zombie Land Saga)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom)

Amarys - KIRSTEN POTTER

Also Voiced:

Tae Takemi (Persona 5)

Hisame (Naruto)

Naomi Kimishima (Trauma Center)

Lacey - CHRISTINE CABANOS

Also Voiced:

Mako Mankanshoku (Kill La Kill)

Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa)

Silica (Sword Art Online)

Drayton - ZENO ROBINSON

Also Voiced:

Junpei Iori (Persona 3 ReLoad)

Hawks (My Hero Academia)

Hunter (The Owl House)

Billy - JOSHUA WATERS

Also Voiced:

Kyler (Class of '09)

Inu-Oh (Inu-Oh)

The Quadruplets (Tribe Nine)

O'Nare - KIRSTEN DAY

Also Voiced:

Constance (Fire Emblem Three Houses/Three Hopes)

Skipper (Barbie)

Kibutsuji's Wife (Demon Slayer)

Snacksworth - MIKE POLLOCK

Also Voiced:

Dr. Eggman (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Adon (Berserk)

Professor Ochanomizu (Pluto)

#voice actor headcanons #pokemon #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon scarlet and violet #kieran #carmine #briar #perrin #cyrano #crispin #amarys #lacey #drayton #billy #o'nare #snacksworth

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piss-pumpkin · 3 months

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💥the longer you wait⛈️

Older!dipper pines x reader, Chapter 7 of Douce amere, ~4.3k words Master list Prev

“Okay, I put it in his coffee,” you snickered, twirling the empty vial between your fingers. The three of you watched from the living room as Stan stood in the kitchen.

“Why does he have coffee at like, three in the afternoon? Isn’t that typically a morning thing?” Dipper chimed in, ever the skeptic.

“If he had Mabel juice, he wouldn’t need the extra caffeine,” Mabel whispered.

Mabel, who was never one for subtlety, tried her best to hold in laughs while her back was pressed against the wall near the doorframe as she snuck head turning glances into the kitchen.

You and Dipper had a tad bit more class. The both of you were sat on the chair, feigning watching tv as you side eyed Stan from a distance. You could feel the annoyed, and slightly smug energy radiating from Dipper as he rolled his eyes. “Mabel, either get over here so he doesn’t hear you, or stop conspiring.”

Mabel crossed her arms dramatically, whisper yelling across the room to her brother. “I want to be close to the action!”

You squinted at her, “and you’re certain that twelve feet will make that much of a difference?”

”Yes!” she hissed.

Just as Dipper sighed, probably about to retort with a petty insult, you saw it. In the corner of your eye, Stan took a sip of his coffee.

Before he could speak, you elbowed Dipper subtly, and nodded your head over the the kitchen. In a blink, Dipper lost the conversation.

Slowly, starting at the finger tips, Stan was beginning to turn pink. You smirked, and Dipper snickered, as you both started to elbow each other.

Mabel, with an open jaw and annoyed expression looked back and forth between you, her brother, and the doorway. “Hey, wait, what’s happening!” She hissed.

As Mabel’s eyes flickered back and forth, growing frustration in her face, you and Dipper grimaced, sharing a knowing glance. As both of you turned back to Mabel, you saw her whip her head around, very obviously peeking through the doorway, and hanging her body across it. You sighed. Dipper too.

”What are you looking at?” Stan asked, confused. “What, do I have something in my face or something?” He said, squinting at Mabel as she giggled. The pink was spreading up his arms, reaching his chest.

You weren’t sure Mabel knew the word subtle. She snickered and she giggled, and she reached her head and body back to her hiding place on the other side of the doorway, leaving Stan confused, as he looked himself over.

You weren’t immune to Mabel’s antics, though. You gave up trying to avert your eyes, and turned to face Stan. His eyes widened as he looked himself over, and began to notice his colour change to a Barbie pink.

Stan gasped, then looked up back to the doorway. “Mabel!” He shouted. She laughed, covering her mouth in a futile effort to hide her presence. “What did you do to me!” Stan asked, standing up. His face was pink now, his entire body discoloured.

He approached the doorway, immediately grabbing into the side and whipping his head around to where Mabel stood. “Is this your doing?!” He asked, rather loudly. You shared a glance with Dipper, wide eyed, and both silently agreeing to let Mabel take any blame for this, no words needed. You both suppressed a smile watching the scene.

Mabel grinned wide, and lied easy. “Nope!” She cheered, looking up at him happily.

He paused a moment, squinting, and once again looked over his arms. Even the greying hairs were a lighter pink. For a moment, you almost saw a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

Dipper nudged you, leaning in to whisper near your ear. As his head got closer and you felt his breath on your skin, you tensed, out of habit, grin forming across your lips. “Eyes,” he hushed, smile in his voice. As he pulled away, he subtly pointed at Stan again.

You glanced at his eyes, as instructed. Glistening. Even across the room you saw the lights reflected in them.

Mabel’s smile had fallen, and she looked up at Stan with concern. A single tear fell from his eyes, as he stared in awe at his colour, jaw hung open. “Grunkle Stan-“ Mabel started, reaching out for him.

”-I’m so…” he sniffled, and wiped a tear away as more started to fall. “… beautiful.”

Mabel gasped, her hands flying to her cheeks as her smile came back in an instance. Her sharp inhale was so sudden, she very quickly devolved into a coughing fit, choking on the dust in the air.

You and Dipper had to drop the act. You waived the nonchalant attitude, and fully turned over to look at them in all his crying and her coughing glory. Dipper squinted, “what?” He asked simply.

Mabel whipped her head over to the two of you, doubled over, and looking up at you between ragged breathes. “Guys, he’s-“ she started to shout, before double over again to choke. You winced at her wheezes.

Dipper said flatly, “Mabel breath in.”

Stan kept crying quietly, wiping a tear as he gently ran his hand over his arm. “I’m so…” he trailed off.

Mabel gasped, finally seeming to catch her breath. She put her hand in her chest as she took slow and steady inhales, finding the rhythm to breathing that she had lost. “Grunkle Stan, look at your face!” She said, jumping in place and pointing at him.

Stand hands flew to his cheeks, eyes wide. “My face…” he started, wandering away. To a mirror you assumed.

Mabel followed quickly behind him, nearly sprinting and tripping over herself, you thought you heard the word makeover.

The room was silent when they left. You blinked once, twice, thrice, recovering from that interaction. “So Dip,” you started, leaning back in the chair.

“Yeah…” he pondered, following suit and leaning back with you. You turned your head away slightly to smile as you rested shoulder to shoulder.

You both looked absently at the doorway they disappeared through. “So that was not the expected reaction, was it?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest.

“No, I can’t say that that was on my list,” he said, folding his arms in tandem with you.

“Welp,” you said, lacking words.

Dipper laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. “Yeah, fucking welp,” he chuckled. “fucking, now what?” He laughed.

You tilted your head back to lean on his shoulder, and waved your hand through the air, to think. “I almost want to be out of the room for when the come back, I feel like Mabel is gonna try to make us pink too.”

Dipper shook his head, “God, you are so right.”

You nodded, standing up, and offering Dipper a hand. “Anywhere else?” You asked enticingly.

Dipper smiled, taking your hand in his. Before he could react properly, you smirked, and put your whole body into dragging him out of the chair before he could find his balance.

“Ack-“ he exclaimed, nearly falling over himself trying to stand. He stumbled out of the chair, almost crashing into you as he took a few steps to regain his footing. “Mean,” he said simply.”

You smiled. “what can I say, I like it rough,” you shrugged, grinning. You spun to turn your back to him and head for the door, but that didn’t stop you from feeling his pained expression.

“Oh, fuck off,” he laughed.

Snickering to yourself as he protested, you started walking toward the gift shop. You heard his footsteps behind you as he followed.

The gift shop, quite unusually, was empty. Devoid of even its typical employees. “Dip, are we closed today?” You asked, wandering in.

He shook his head, laughing slightly. “Nope, mystery shack is open,” he said. “I hope Soos knows Wendy is out sick, or something.”

”Probably or something, she didn’t seem very sick yesterday,” you snickered. You absently walked over to the counter, leaning behind it. “Gosh, it’s so rare I see this side of the register… it’s beautiful.”

Dipper rolled his eyes, “not when you are working customer service, it’s not.” He came up on the other side, leaning opposite to you beside the register.

“Lucky me, it’s just you in here, then.” You grinned at him, leaning your head on your hand. “So… you come here often?” you asked, tapping your fingers along your cheek.

Dipper pursed his lips, repressing a smile as he shook his head. “I can’t say that I do, actually,” he snickered, placing a hand on the counter with you, “I don’t frequent the worst tourist traps in existence, not sure what kind of person does.”

You laughed, “oh I know exactly what kind of person does, my friend.”

Dipper snickered, “who are we thinking of?” He turned his head to the door, leaning into you ever so slightly. You smirked, his face only a foot from yours as he began to point. “I’m feeling a sort of… tourist with horrible children vibe, for the next person who walks in,” he said. He paused, and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head. “Like, at least three kids.”

You stifled a laugh, “Oh, you are too kind, Dip.” You shook your head, covering a smirk as you followed his gaze to the door. “My first thought was Toby Determined.”

Dipper snorted, his hand falling from his point and covering his smile. “Oh you’re mean!” He laughed. “Not our bodacious T!”

“Yeah, I hate that he was my first thought,” you giggled. “But I think he is the oddest patron we’ve got.”

Dipper sighed, dragging his hand down his face, “You’re not wrong, I think he’s funded like, half of the exhibits.”

”Stan must love him.”

The corners of Dippers lips curled up, as if he wanted to hold back his smile. His eyes shifted over to you as he put his elbows back on the counter to lean on. “You’d think so, but no,” he pondered. “I actually think Stan hates dealing with him… Wendy, too.”

You leaned in, just the tiniest bit more, curious. “Oh is he, like, weird?” Your head felt heavy on your hand, and you tilted your head to the side to shift the weight.

Dipper grimaced, looking at the countertop with a pained smile, “yeah that’s what I’ve heard… mostly from Wendy.”

You chuckled, “God, remind me never to work customer service in this town.”

Your eyes held on his as his gaze fell back on you. His face had the slightest bit of pink tint, to compliment his soft smile, and you had hope. Maybe he was blushing at you. He smiled, “Yeah, the people in this town are a little… weird.”

”Gosh, that must be why you fit right in,” You smirked.

”just me?” He chided.

You beamed, unfortunately. Pursing your lips to try and contain your growing smile, you laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t say that- I wouldn’t say just you,” you shook your head going off. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far, I suppose.”

He grinned, and hung his head so his face was out of view. “Yeah? You wouldn’t go that far?” He was shaking his head, and you could hear the air he was blowing out his nose.

You straightened up, no longer leaning across from him. “No, I’m not certain I would,” you mused. “I go pretty far in a lot of ways, but that’s where I draw the line.”

Dipper snickered, banged his head lightly on the table, and then stood up with you, mirroring your stance. “God, you are the worst.”

You batted your eyelashes, “who me?”

“Ugh,” was all he managed.

You snickered, hopping up to sit on the counter, and crossing your legs. “You can act like you hate me,” you said, in dramatic fashion, raising one hand to stroke your chin. “But you don’t.”

Dippers face was flushed, and he smiled, which was a nice juxtaposition from his words. “No, trust me, I really do.”

You grinned, and squinted your eyes just slightly. He was still facing you, and carefully, you reached your hand out towards him. “Boop!” You said, tapping his nose. You grinned at him as he blushed, and tried to suppress a smile, in truth, shocked he didn’t try to stop you.

Dippers face was red, and he lifted his hand to his cheek to try and cover it. He glanced at the floor, then back to you. As he covered his mouth, you could practically hear him thinking. Even hiding his expression, you know he had his thinking face on. “Y/n, did you know you talk in your sleep?”

Your eyes widened a moment, and a reflexive response came to you before a thought. “What? No I don’t…” you said, tilting your head and looking to the wall. As you remembered, you pursed your lips, and raising your brow. “Wait, no, that’s a lie. Yes I do.”

Dipper silently asked for elaboration, raising his brow in turn and nodding his head.

You sighed a laugh, “It was mostly when I was a kid, I think, but I’ve been know to say a few words in more recent years,” you recalled. “I’ve heard I mostly just say the word no, and all it’s synonyms.”

”You never say, like,” he rolled his hand in the air, gesturing for more information. “Full sentences? Or have conversations?”

You squinted at him, mouth barely open. “Dude, what the fuck did I say to you in my sleep?”

He stiffened, and began to scratch the back of his neck, “oh, nothing really, I-“

You shook your head, beginning to laugh, “No, no, no, no backing out now, what did I say?” You watched as his eyes darted to anywhere but you. “It has to be something bad, right? I have to know now.”

“Oh, no, no-“ he started, sweating. He waved his hand in dismissal. “Nothing… bad,” he smiled nervously.

You shook your head, leaning back in bafflement. “Dude, the fuck did I say to you,” you laughed.

Dippers eyes were wide, “Nothing!” He glanced back at you, then quickly away, and wiped his hand on his pants. Probably wiping the sweat, if you had to guess. “I swear, nothing.”

”Dude,” you said, exasperated and curious. You snickered, “you have a fucking horrible lying face, I know you too well.”

Dipper closed his eyes, remembering his… goal? His promise. To himself, and to Mabel. His oath to try. For you. If there was anyone he could try for, push the fear and shyness down for, it was you. “Well, you, uh-“ he glanced up at you. “You sort of… confessed to something,” he laughed, running his fingers through his hair.

Your blood ran cold, and heart stopped. Hmm? Your eyes were wide, “I did… what?” You asked, voice coming through a little higher pitch then usual.

Dipper laughed nervously, “yeah, you said you were…” he paused, smiling to himself, and twirling a strand of hair around his finger. “Trying to trick me… does that ring a bell?”

You shook your head again, involuntary and in bewilderment. “The fuck does that even mean?”

Dipper grimaced, clasping his hands together, and swinging them out in front of him. In a swift motion, he turned away, pacing a few steps before spinning back to face you. “Well, I was kind of hoping you’d, uh, know what the trick was… are you sure you don’t?”

With wide eyes and an exaggerated expression, you looked at him, words not needed. But words were fun. “Fuck no I don’t? Are you gonna tell me or what?” You practically wheezed.

Dipper sighed, wiping his hands on his shirt. He swung his arms out behind, and in front of him, and shifted his weight between his feet. “Fine, yeah,” he started, slowly walking back to the counter where you still sat. “It’s… you kind of confessed to-“

”Dipper, get over here!” Stan bellowed through the hall.

Dippers head whipped around with a speed you rarely saw from him, and even quicker he looked back at you with wide eyes.

You tilted your head curiously, waving your hand to silently tell him to continue, and ignore his Grunkle.

“Well, it looks like I’m being summoned over there-“ Dipper sputtered, starting to step toward the door.

”Oh no, no you are not,” you started, pointing at him. “Get your ass back here, and finish that sentence.”

Dipper walked backwards slowly, and shot you finger guns as he did. “Tell ya later, come find me… later,” he managed, red in the face. “Not now.”

You stared to move to get up, and as you did, he started to speed walk, into a dash. “Oh, you cunt! Not a chance!” You spat, throwing yourself off the counter to follow him as he sprinted out the door.

As quickly as you sprang up, you fell down, to the floor, tripping and landing on your elbows. “Fuck,” you muttered, whipping your head up to stare at the now empty doorframe. Pussy. Bitch. Ugh. Several insults ran through your head, and you grumbled as you rose to your feet.

For a moment, you stared at the door, like he might come back any second. He still could. God, what was he on about? You sat back up on the counter, thankful there wasn’t anyone in the gift shop. Nobody came through the door, and the vague sound of Stan rambling travelled on the air. You sighed, pulling out your phone to blank your mind.

You scrolled through various apps for a few minutes, until very easily getting bored. God, what did you say to him? That had him so… you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was as if the confidence left your body the moment he ran off, leaving you in a mildly pissy mood in an empty gift shop. Not a particularly pretty scene. Your heart was slowly dropping back to normal pace as you looked longingly at the door. Do I work here? You thought to yourself. If not, then you could, in theory, leave. Not like you hadn’t done work for the mystery shack before, but you didn’t recall ever getting a regular pay check.

Hopping off the counter, you threw your phone in your pocket and started for the door. No sense sitting around in an empty room. I could go see Ford… you paused in the doorway.

No, I shouldn’t. You were mildly irritated after that interaction, and it probably wasn’t good to subject sweet innocent Ford to that. You stepped away from the doorway, and away from the shack.

…

”Dipper, what do you think?” Stan asked, still pink in the skin, and face decorated with the most intense eyeliner Mabel could muster. The living room was cluttered with what Dipper assumed was all the makeup Mabel brought with her for the summer. Unsurprisingly, Y/n was right, Dipper thought. As usual.

Dipper shot Mabel a look of horror and desperation. All she needed to know. Mabel winced, squinting her eyes as she glanced over his mildly sweaty and flushed face. Raising her brow, she started to the kitchen, and Dipper followed, eyes trained on the floor.

“Hey, where are you two going?” Stan called out from the chair.

Dipper whipped his head back around, still a little flushed in the face. Before he could speak, Mabel answered for them. Bless her soul.

“Kitchen,” she said innocently, turning to face him as she walked backwards.

Stan squinted, but made no effort to get up. “Why are you being weird?” He asked suspiciously.

Mabel smiled an oblivious smile, “I’m just like that, what do you mean?”

Dipper nodded along idly, staring behind Stan.

Stan grimaced, sighing and shaking his head. “God, okay then, I guess,” he said sarcastically. “Don’t burn the house down.”

Mabel beamed, and threw a thumbs up at him, “for sure, for sure.”

Dipper kept nodding as they crossed the threshold into the kitchen, and he slid hastily out of his Grunkles view. The moment he was out of sight, Dipper nearly keeled over, grabbing hold of Mabel’s arms and shaking her. He looked over his shoulder at the doorway again, knowing Stan was still in earshot. He tried to whisper, but it came out as more if a hiss, “Mabel I fucked up.”

Mabel once again, cringed and grimaced. “What did you do?” She whispered.

Dippers face fell, and he hung his head as he shook her, and tried to shuffle further away from the door. “I chickened out.”

Mabel pursed her lips. “Like, an hour ago you were so confident, what happened?”

Dipper shook his head, as if the answer was obvious and Mabel was a fool for even needing to ask. “I actually tried to do it, Mabel.”

She sighed, clasping her hands in front of her face, and leaning her head on them. “Dip, you fucking know that the longer you wait, the harder it gets.”

Dipper covered his face with his hands, “Dude, I know.”His sister always had an incurable blind confidence that Dipper envied. Even when she got rejected, the many times she did. She always tried, with relentless determination. Lucky. It seemed like Dipper barely had it in him to try for the one person who had never rejected him. Dippers lips curled into a frown, which was almost like a pout. He stepped away from Mabel, and started to pace around the kitchen. “I should… go talk to them,” he sighed.

Mabel smiled softly. “Yes, you should,” she stated. More like a command. “Just be honest, tell them you like them.”

Dipper cringed, but nodded. “Yeah, I should just do that.”

Mabel punched him in the spine, and Dipper immediately recoiled. “That’s the spirit, bro!”

Dipper scowled at her before kicking her in the leg, and walking out without a word. As he walked through the living room to the gift shop, Stan eyed him suspiciously, and sipped a Pitt cola.

Dipper took a deep breath as he approached the door, and then another one. Calm. He pushed through, gaze immediately falling on the counter… which was empty. Fuck. Dippers eyes widened, and his eyes flew to the door and the window. In a blink, he rushed back to the living room. “Grunkle Stan, have you seen Y/n?”

He shook his head wordlessly, taking another long sip of his Pitt cola, and Dippers face fell. Curtly, he nodded, heading back into the gift shop to pace. They left?

…

”-And he didn’t fucking tell me!” You finished, pacing around Billy with intent. The statues hollow eye stared through you as you waited for a response. “I know, outrageous!”

Sighing, you sat down beside it and its outstretched hand. “Sorry to rant to you buddy, but like…” you laid back, head in the lush, almost damp grass. “But I can’t stand when people just…” you shook your head, getting your hair tangled with the grass. “… don’t tell me things… especially when it’s about me!”

You turned your head to the statue, sighing. “You know, before that conversation, I was trying to flirt.”

Billy didn’t look down at you, given he was made of stone. He blocked the sun with his hat, and looked over you, almost giving you a side eye.

“And he was so… I don’t know,” you started, raising a hand to the sky. You turned your head to see its shadow beside you. “He was so flustered, I thought maybe he like… I don’t know- something about flirting back.”

You glanced back up at Billy, and folded your hands on your stomach. “Oh, I guess you don’t have context… he sometimes does flirt back, but he’s shy. I think he likes me… or at least could,” you thought aloud. “I was more sure a few weeks ago- but don’t worry” you shook your head, closing your eyes. “I wouldn’t ever want to make him uncomfortable with it, we’re friends, I think he’d tell me if he wanted me to stop.”

Billy didn’t answer. But he didn’t need to. The way his eye made you feel just barely cold even in the summer sun was answer enough.

“Should I go back?”

The wind blew close to the ground, and muddled your hair into the grass even more. That piercing eye your stature friend had seemed to tell you everything you needed to know. Like the clouds that were starting to form in the sky said no.

”You’re probably right, Billy,” you sighed. “Not sure why you don’t seem to like Dipper, but-“ you stared at the clouds, greying and moving in. “-you’ve never steered me wrong, I guess.”

You sat up, picking a few leaves and twigs out of your hair. “And you never would, right?” You asked, flicking Billy’s out stretched hand. A tremor shot through you the moment you touched it. Reflexively, you pulled away, hand finding the ground to regain balance. “God, Billy, why are you so cold?”

If Billy could speak, you weren’t sure he’d tell you. He was a statue man of many secrets, it seemed. Sighing, you stood up. “Billy, it’s beginning to look like rain,” you said, squinting up at the bright white and grey sky. “I swear, the weather always turns when I come to see you, it’s strange,” you started, looking down at him. You laughed to yourself, “it’s like you’re cursed.”

You flicked his hat, snickering. “I think I’ll head home, Billy boy.”

Fun fact: in the initial writing of this chapter, i had to rework it like 4 times. My original idea for the confession sequence was way different. Same ending, but wildly different set up.

#x reader #dipper pines x reader #douce amere #gravity falls x reader #my writing #dipper pines #dipper x reader #gravity falls

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Hi! You know those projects in high school where they make you care for an egg? Could I request some headcanons for the Arcane cast doing that, pretty please? :> Whoever you want to write for works! Thank you!!

(Hey! sure I can! Here, enjoy!)

Arcane Characters Taking Care Of An Egg

Jayce

He tried okay

He got probably a C- on the assignment

Didn’t know the difference between a fertilized egg and a unfertilized egg

Sat on it or kept it warm

Waited for it to hatch

Was heartbroken when it didn’t

Egg had a face on it also

With sunglasses and he wore his to match

Jayce is an egg parent now

Whenever he has eggs he stares down at the cracked yoke and remembers his lost child

He then eats the eggs all guilty

Mel is concerned

Viktor judges him

Heimerdinger brings more eggs

Viktor

He was already pretty smart

He was the best one at it

Obviously

His egg was his best friend

Loner core

He made a little pouch for it on his shirt

Keeps it there all the time

Talks to it and sometimes forgets it is not a real person

Still treats it like one though

Semi sad when he has to give it back for his grade

Stole it when the teacher wasn’t looking and booked it out of there as fast as he could

Stealth mission 100%

Vi sucked at the assignment

100% failed the entire thing

She put it in her pocket for a little while but usually forget it was there

Vi also had a face drawn on it

Powder stole it a lot also

Powder probably drew some explosions and doodles on it

She once got mad at a student and reached for the nearest thing

Which was her poor egg

Chucked it straight at the kids head

Kid knew what was coming and ducked

The egg nailed a teacher in the head

All froze in their spots

Before the teacher could say anything Vi ran away

Was scared to go back to class but she did

She failed horribly

But she stole another egg and broke it on the other kids head

Successful if you ask me

Caitlyn

She took good care of her egg in the beginning

She gave her egg a name and took it home with her all happy

She was a mother for an egg now

Which was pretty cool for her since she was a lonely child

Was a normal assignment for her

She always had weird assignments, okay?

But she always mastered them

So why not this one?

Let me tell you why

In Caitlyn’s wonderful mind she thought the best case was to put it in the fridge

With the other eggs

She woke up the next morning to the smell of eggs and bacon

Went downstairs and opened the fridge to find her egg missions

“Oh, what are you looking for, Caitlyn?”

Her father asked as he didn’t turn around from the stove

“Did you see an egg with the others? It had a face drawn on it. It's a part of my grade final.”

“Oh.”

Caitlyns dad then slowly showed her her plate for breakfast

Caitlyn was horrified

It was George

Her egg

Was horrified and most definitely had a funeral

Ekko

Ekko surprisingly did pretty okay

He took care of his egg

He had to protect it from Vi, Mylo, Claggor and Powder though

He did pretty good at that also

Made a small box with cushioning inside to help keep the egg safe

He did drop the box a good amount of times though

Would stand still and do a little pray before slowly picking it up

Was always relieved to see it was okay

Even if the egg did break he replaced it over and over again until it was time to turn in the egg

He’s smart so the teacher didn’t catch on

Ekko is still smug about it to this day

Powder

She really didn’t care about the assignment

She knew she was a mother now

Took it so serious

Put it to bed, talked to it, hugged it, took it everywhere

The whole works

She just drew on her egg most of the time

Her egg is so colorful and full of doodles it’s crazy

She kept it so safe though

Kept it on her belt pouch also to keep it with her all the time

Always tucked it into a small barbie bed next to hers

Was horrified when she woke up and got out of bed and stepped in something

It was her egg

It had fallen down

She cried so much

She then got the thought to go get another from the kitchen

Which she did and just drew on it again and tada!

All’s well

She then got hungry and put it on her belt and got another egg

She cracked it open and was also horrified

She saw it was a fertilized egg they had missed

Stared at it on the pan before she yelled

“Vi! Want some eggs?!”

“Sure, Pow-Pow- what the hell?!”

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purplehanfu · 9 months

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Stay With Me: Episodes 1-12

notes: Spoilers! Stay with me indeed- I'm calling it right here: if you want to watch this, do it now before it gets pulled or edited. Master list of all recaps

Do you remember Addicted: Heroin? The drama that came out in 2016 and was unceremoniously yanked before it even finished broadcasting for being too gay? How its existing episodes were then highly censored? How its source material contained very problematic elements? Well, this is a remake. Why someone thought that would be a good idea at this particular juncture is anyone's guess.

How it started (in 2016)

How it’s going (in 2023)

But you know what? It’s working. Although I think they are dancing on the knife’s edge with regard to what they can get away with:

I await your heterosexual explanations for this. Btw, this scene took place as the two leads were moving into their own place together.

The Story

It’s a tale as old as time. Boy’s parents get divorced, boy’s mother marries a cold, emotionally distant and wealthy businessman who has a son. The son, angered at his father’s remarriage, leaves home and inadvertently enrolls in the school that the boy attends. The two fall in love without knowing each other’s real identities (until about episode 6). Rich bad boy falling for the humble, poor and brilliant top student: what a satisfying trope.

Our class president is Su Yu played by Zhang Jiong Min, seen here finding out he has a stepbrother:

And our bad boy is Wu Bi played by Xu Bin, seen here comparing moms:

Sidebar: enjoy my eerily accurate prediction regarding Xu Bin’s career here.

Just Show Me the Gay “Bromance”

selected evidence:

and in conclusion:

I rest my case.

The Good

So far the story seems a little, uh, gentler than the 2016 version

All the side characters! Dad’s a sweetheart and little DuoDuo steals every scene she’s in.

Surprising amount of humor for a story with so much angst

Be careful where you say that DuoDuo, Barbie is very much in the zeitgeist right now.

The Bad

They only mention in passing (in about episode 5!) that the year is 2006. Up until then the viewer is left to wonder why everyone is using Nokia 3310s and all the computers have CRT monitors.

is that Hu Ge in the top right corner? (Edit: It is! Thanks for the confirmation @dangermousie !)

Final Thoughts

That’s totally a platonic friend stare. 🥰↔🥰

Master list of all recaps

#stay with me #zhang jiong min #xu bin #just the first episode

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bubblegumbarbie33 · 5 months

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Me: "Hey so I feel like I fit some of the qualifications for Autism, such as:

Sensory related meltdowns

Aggression as a child

Reciting phrases that I find pleasing to say/hear + using pop culture references as a way to communicate emotions

Toe walking

Upset by minor changes in routine/life

Analytical thinking

Obsessive interests

Hyperfocus

Stimming

Easily overstimulated

Noticing small details

Careful planning

Social Anxiety

Not liking physical contact (people try to hug me and I literally squirm away)

Sensory associations with food and other life stuff (I've always loved food for the texture more than the taste)

Talking excessively about one subject (Barbie)

Repetitive movements

Personalized rituals/routines

Light and sound = more extreme (I've often gotten so overwhelmed in stores that I set down my basket of items and walk out, or I disassociate completely and just start throwing things in a basket, only to 'wake up' at the counter to realize I can't spend this much money)

I also scored pretty high in the RAADS-R

RAADS-R - 135/65 - some autistic traits

- language 4/4 (autism threshold)

- social relatedness 49/31 (autistic females)

- sensory/motor 48/16 (autistic females)

- circumscribed interests 31/15 (autistic females)

And I scored moderately high in the CAT-Q, meaning that I could be masking parts of my autism that aren't as obvious

CAT-Q - 117/100 - some hidden traits (male autistics)

- compensation 41 (female autistics)

- masking 38 (female autistics)

- assimilation 38 (non-binary autistics)

Although I scored very low on the AQ, which could either mean I really DON'T have a lot of autistic traits, or just that I don't personally feel I express autistic traits

AQ - 25/50 - little to no autistic traits

And I found this really cool Unofficial Autism Checklist specifically written for young autistic women:

A deep thinker

A prolific writer drawn to poetry

Sees things at multiple levels, including her own thinking processes

Analyzes existence, the meaning of life, and everything, continually

Often gets lost in own thoughts and “checks out” (blank stare)

Honest

Experiences trouble with lying

Finds it difficult to understand manipulation and disloyalty

Finds it difficult to understand vindictive behavior and retaliation

Easily fooled and conned

Feelings of confusion and being overwhelmed

Feelings of being misplaced and/or from another planet

Feelings of isolation

Survives overwhelming emotions and senses by escaping in thought or action

Escapes regularly through fixations, obsessions, and over-interest in subjects

Escapes routinely through imagination, fantasy, and daydreaming

Escapes through mental processing

Escapes through the rhythm of words

Philosophizes, continually

Imitates people on television or in movies

Obsessively collects and organizes objects

Mastered imitation

Escapes by playing the same music over and over

Escapes through counting, categorizing, organizing, rearranging

Escapes into other rooms at parties

Generalized Anxiety

Sense of pending danger or doom

Feelings of polar extremes (depressed/over-joyed; inconsiderate/over-sensitive)

Eating disorders, food obsessions, and/or worry about what is eaten

Often drops small objects

Wonders who she is and what is expected of her

Searches for right and wrong

Since puberty has had bouts of depression (may have PMDD)

Flicks/rubs fingernails, picks scalp/skin, flaps hands, rubs hands together, tucks hands under or between legs, keeps closed fists, paces in circles, and/or clears throat often

Tendency to overshare

Spills intimate details to strangers

Raised hand too much in class or didn’t participate in class

Little impulse control with speaking when younger

Monopolizes conversation at times

Brings subject back to self

Comes across at times as narcissistic and controlling (is not narcissistic)

Shares in order to reach out

Often sounds eager and over-zealous or apathetic and disinterested

Holds a lot of thoughts, ideas, and feelings inside

Feels as if she is attempting to communicate “correctly”

Obsesses about the potentiality of a relationship with someone, particularly a love interest or feasible new friendship

Conversation are often exhausting

Questions the actions and behaviors of self and others, continually

Feels as if missing a conversation “gene” or thought-filter

Difficulty filtering out background noise when talking to others

Sense of humor sometimes seems quirky, odd, inappropriate, or different from others

As a child it was hard to know when it was her turn to talk

Feels extreme relief when she doesn’t have to go anywhere, talk to anyone, answer calls, or leave the house but at the same time will often harbor guilt for “hibernating” and not doing “what everyone else is doing”

One visitor at the home may be perceived as a threat (this can even be a familiar family member)

Feelings of dread about upcoming events and appointments on the calendar

She prepares herself mentally for outings, excursions, meetings, and appointments, often days before a scheduled event

Sometimes feels as if she is on stage being watched and/or a sense of always having to act out the “right” steps, even when she is home alone

Telling self the “right” words and/or positive self-talk (CBT) doesn’t typically alleviate anxiety. CBT may cause increased feelings of inadequacy.

Knowing she is staying home all day brings great peace of mind

Requires a large amount of down time or alone time

Feels guilty after spending a lot of time on a special interest

Dreams are anxiety-ridden, vivid, complex, and/or precognitive in nature

Highly intuitive to others’ feelings

Highly empathetic, sometimes to the point of confusion

Takes criticism to heart

Longs to be seen, heard, and understood

Questions if she is a “normal” person

Highly susceptible to outsiders’ viewpoints and opinions

At times adapts her view of life or actions based on others’ opinions or words

Recognizes own limitations in many areas daily, if not hourly

Becomes hurt when others question or doubt her work

Views many things as an extension of self

Fears others opinions, criticism, and judgment

Dislikes words and events that hurt animals and people

Collects or rescues animals (often in childhood)

Huge compassion for suffering (sometimes for inanimate objects/personification)

Tries to help, offers unsolicited advice, or formalizes plans of action

Questions life purpose and how to be a “better” person

Seeks to understand abilities, skills, and/or gifts

Imitates others without realizing it

Suppresses true wishes (often in young adulthood)

Exhibits codependent behaviors (often in young adulthood)

Adapts self in order to avoid ridicule

Rejects social norms and/or questions social norms

Feelings of extreme isolation

Feeling good about self takes a lot of effort and work

Freaks out” but doesn’t know why until later

Young sounding voice

Trouble recognizing what she looks like and/or has occurrences of slight prosopagnosia (difficulty recognizing or remembering faces)

Feels significantly younger on the inside than on the outside (perpetually twelve)

Spoke frankly and literally in youth

Confused when others ostracize, shun, belittle, trick, and betray

A small compliment might boost her into a state of bliss

Likes to know word origins and/or origin of historical facts/root cause and foundation

High interest in songs and song lyrics

Notices patterns frequently

Remembers things in visual pictures

Remembers exact details about someone’s life

Has a remarkable memory for certain details

Writes or creates to relieve anxiety

Mundane tasks are avoided

Cleaning self and home may seem insurmountable

Although I do fit some qualifications for ADHD, too:

Wanting to move around

Almost irresistible urge to wiggle and move and make noise sometimes

Depression when under stimulated

"Driven by a motor" feeling

Easily distracted in class

Hyperfocus

Frequent mood swings

Low frustration tolerance

And in my Childhood I often experienced these symptoms:

CHILDHOOD ADHD

Does not seem to listen when spoken to directly

Loses focus/gets sidetracked

Has trouble with organization

So I think I should get tested, but I know how expensive and stressful that can be, so I was thinking about just self-diagnosing? Obviously I know that I am very high-functioning, but it would be nice to be part of a community of other young women that I could relate to.

Parents: you're not autistic. Being autistic means sitting in the corner of a room and not being able to function in day-to-day life by yourself. Stop making things up off of the internet.

Other Adults: I don't think you're autistic. You act like every other normal teenage girl I've ever met. You can't self-diagnose things like autism. I think you're just looking for a reason to be different.

Me: ah, alright. I suppose I am just an odd duck. No reason to look into it.

My diagnosed neuro-divergent friend: Yah, you're autistic.

My friends who work with neuro-divergent children: Y'know, you exhibit a lot of traits of ADHD/AUTISTIC children.

My friend's sister, who is diagnosed with Autism: You and I share a lot of traits. You probably are autistic. I can literally see it in you.

Me: Hm. I don't know guys. Maybe I'm just quirky.

#autistic adult #female autism #girl autism #autistic things #i still don't know if i am or not 😭😭#what if I'm just making it up????

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People like to gift Joanie clothes. Joanie should move in with Silver because Silver will buy her all the cutest clothes and actually have enough space for all of them and would have the time to lounge and enjoy a show of seeing Joanie wear them all...and ruin them all. Which she probably complains about but half the time doesn't actually mind. Only if someone else ruined them she would actually get pissed.

Absolutely. Joanie my tomboy princess.

(Just a quick note, I’ve been very much pondering fem Silver, who likes to be called sir and daddy by Johnny🙌 straight up making that boy her firecracker 50’s housewife and probably inviting John/Joan over to marvel at him all dressed up like a Barbie even though they can’t touch—it’s easy to tell his clothes were picked, but he doesn’t seem to hate it—and he’s even more of a spitfire than when Kreese last saw him.)

(I’m gonna say “they” for Silver because I can’t pick whether I want them as boy Silver or fem Silver.)

Silver is good at handling women, at least the ones that don’t see through their bullshit.

The problem is that they like the feisty ones. The ones that will bite but still look like Monroe attempting to seduce innocently. The ones with a backbone.

Joanie’s all those things. Exactly what they like, and then some.

Joanie can live a rough and tough life, get dirt under her shiny fingernails and get bruises the size of a crater, grit her teeth to show she can take it. She can carry men twice her size on her back. She can take care of herself physically (questionable) and do it all without a single complaint because she’s always trying to prove herself and prove that she’s not a nuisance—you don’t have to scream at her to be better; she’s doing her best. She can kick your ass and your father’s too.

But she also loves sheets as silky as her beautiful hair. She loves wearing makeup on days that she isn’t dressing like the skater boys she hung out with when her Cobras were busy, when she puts her hair up and takes off her nail polish, makes the only girly thing about her be the black thong Silver bought her hidden in her cargo pants. She loves hot bubble baths with rose petals scattered about and fancy-lit candles surrounding her like she’s a goddess worthy of an alter.

She has a room-sized closet to hold her contrasting styles. She has a tub fit to hold three people in a bathroom filled with every product she could ask for. She has a California king fitted with inky black Egyptian cotton sheets and another sateen set waiting for her when she wants a new feeling sliding on her soft skin.

Not to mention the tall beauty that sleeps on them with her, who brings her a tea in the morning with a “Good morning, pretty girl”. The one that has a masseuse nearby but insists on massaging her themself.

She went from being a lonely, poor little girl to an abused, rich girl who hardly could enjoy the money when it came at such a price, when it came with immense anxiety due to who it came from.

But she learned to manipulate quickly. She learned she had her mother’s beauty with her own unique edge to it that she could use on men and women alike. She got her dough.

Silver is similar in that way. There are a lot of things they bond over.

People bought Joanie gifts without her asking, simply to get a chance to see their own decorations on such a cute girl. Snooty, high class people with piled up secrets to share with her once she’s made them comfortable and they’ve had a little too much chardonnay.

They had no idea what a troublemaking minx she really was.

But she’s happier than ever as Silver’s girl.

Silver does expect things from her, of course they do, but nothing Joanie doesn’t enjoy. Nothing she wasn’t already craving the day she saw Terry (gender neutral name wahooooo). She doesn't always enjoy the sadism but boy can she take it.

She has to behave, to an extent. with them at the very least. Get on her knees and say “yes, sir/ma’am/master/sensei” when told to. Open her legs when large hands snake up her thighs or a tongue slithers into her, a smooth voice cooing at her.

All she needs to do is be a good girl for them. She doesn’t have to be very behaved in any other place since Silver could buy out any prison, any judge, anyone for her. Just be good for them.

Though Terry loves a pushback and it’s clear that once a brat, always a brat—because their dearest still runs her mouth quite a bit when they aren’t in the bedroom—especially on days she wears black/red/purple lingerie. On days she wants it hard.

(another trick is to spark that possessiveness in Silver and bring up Danielle/Daniel, everything she used to think about them, how she wondered what they’d feel like inside her. Bring up Kreese and their thick fingers, ask Terry if they can tell her how they felt. Maybe not necessarily because she actually wants to know, but because it always works in getting her spanked and drilled into sobs.)

Joanie knows Terry loves to give up control sometimes as well—not nearly as often as they love to make her writhe and whimper, but enough to make Joanie feel special that they would ever show that side to her.

She’ll guide them sweetly as they lap at her cunt, brush their long hair with her fingers, grind down on their beautiful face while giggling at their polite and proper way of speaking when they’re in that submissive mindset, all “I would like to [blank], ma’am” and “May I please?”

Or Joanie’ll wrap their hair around her hand and shove their face into it, order them to show it some love, kiss it . Then she’ll push them down later and lick their cock/clit until they’re dripping sweat on her and squeezing their eyes shut. It’s really fun to overstimulate them. They’re not just a sadist, but a masochist too.

Joanie’s much softer in her pink/blue/concubine gold lingerie.

a lot quicker to slink her way into Silver’s lap and allow herself to be needy.

And it isn’t just lingerie that dictates these mood shifts. She also has skirts, designer purses, dresses (summer, mini, sheath, blazer dresses, every style), and so so so much jewlery. Doesn't even cover her boyish clothes.

Terry has ruined many garments, they can always buy her something newer and even better than before.

How can they not devour their darling when they see her all prettied up and confident? or acting demure with her flower already dripping? (which Terry loves; that sweet, glassy-eyed, blushed deliciously hot shyness that Joanie falls into gets them going like crazy.)

There are a number of reasons to workout, and one of them is how easily they can rip off Joanie's clothing. (And that their riding hood likes to lounge and watch them do their entire set while drinking a beer, sometimes likes to bathe almost their entire body with her tongue like a cat before they jump in the roomy shower for even wetter action.)

Or they’ll just tear the crotch area so they can continue to enjoy the sight of her in the attire while they fuck her stupid.

On every single surface and in front of every painting.

Other times, Terry lets her keep just her jewlery on so they can hear it all jingle when they’re pounding her good, staring at the way it looks on her. They get the most fixated on Joanie’s bracelets.

It’s a true win-win.

Now all they need is to have a child and build a legacy when Joanie decides she’s ready.

(Yes I face claimed Sheryl Lee as Maddy in this specific picture as Miss Silver. I think Joanie gives off Laura vibes though—maybe I just love Sheryl.)

#Silverlaw #nsft #Fem Johnny

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