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tamelee · 2 years

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Out of curiosity, because I truly think that SasuNaru makes the most sense, but like I don't usually think about ships too much (UNLESS ITS HASHIMADA THAT IS MY OTP)... But NGL, With the moon movie, I thought it was kind of cute. Was it reaching tho try and make the ending of them two together to make sense? Yeah, but I still think it's cute.

So what I was going to ask was, how you feel about poly relationship of Sasu-Naru-Hina? I mean Sasuke is gone most of the time anyways and Naruto and Hinata have cute moments once in a while in Boruto. Of course they still also write Naruto and Sasuke having intimate moments too. Idk I think Naruto deserves the extra love (not saying you don't).

This is just a pure curious question, you have every right to ship what you want to ship but I just wondered if this is an angle you've ever thought about?

Hi @supervaca !! 💕💕

HashiMada I can get behind :3♡

Ooohh Sasu-Naru-Hina?

You catch me off-guard with that one, in a good way!

No, never considered it and I would’ve never done that myself, because.. well.. Hinata, but if I would put aside my dislike for her (I’m trying) and truly, honestly give it some thought.. let me see.

‘The Last’ is genuinely a big mess jammed with excuses to make Naruto seem like less of a character than he has become for the sole purpose of making him look like a giant idiot that didn’t understand his entire development. His own development.

Only so that the characters around him, including Hinata can say “you don’t understand, Naruto, you big dumb idiot, but now we have to tell you verbally or through a plot-hole Genjutsu- so what are you gonna do about it? Hurt sweet little Hinata’s feelings? You would never, right?”

Only for him, a character that was always emotionally driven, look miserable as hell and give in. To tell Hinata he loves her in the most emotion-less way I’ve ever seen in media.

To be more happy about having a bowl of noodles or Sasuke in front of him than supposedly the girl people tell him he loves after an entire story.

I… don’t think any of it is ‘cute’ tbh.

Yesterday I rewatched his fight with Gaara.. I mean just look at little Naruto expressing how he feels and analyzing Gaara on an emotional level just by observing him!!

"Naruto didn't know/realize-" is just a poor excuse.

Most of what we see in ‘Boruto’ is filler. Trying to compensate for the lack of true character development, or worse, the character destruction that occurred previously I can’t find cute either. I can’t look past it. For me, it’s already ruined.

Sakura loves the idea of Sasuke, but she can’t force the true Sasuke to love her back.

Hinata loves a version of Naruto seen from a distance, but she can’t force the true Naruto, the Naruto she didn’t only believe in for his surface-level goals, to love her back.

They don’t even really know the man they supposedly love so much. They never truly emotionally bonded before they all of a sudden were in a rel- oh oop- and there are babies.

Compared to Naruto and Sasuke.. that love is just not the same.

I don’t think it has much to do with Naruto "deserving" love. They all do, but when Sasuke acknowledged Naruto he made it known to Naruto. It had an impact on Naruto’s life. Sasuke and Hinata both knew Naruto’s pain of living in solitude. Naruto ignored Hinata’s heartfelt words, but was willing to die together with Sasuke knowing his heart. Aware that Sasuke knew his. Sasuke made Naruto feel happy, it drove him forward.. seeing Sasuke bear his burdens, seeing the person that truly accepted him as “Naruto”- made him feel ‘pain’ too.

Who the hell is Hinata?

‘The Last’ is a joke.

And now Naruto avoids her, but would take any chance he can get to meet up with Sasuke?

Hinata seems like a woman who has everything handled at home which fits the ‘waifu’-image she has.. that’s about it.

Sasuke absolutely wants nothing to do with her on even a friendly basis. It's a hello-I'm-being-polite-to-you-basis.

Sasuke and Naruto don’t even talk about their families on their restaurant dates. Naruto didn’t know Sarada hadn’t seen her father once and Sasuke met Boruto for the first time before the Chunin Exam and asked for his name..

Sasuke and Hinata is a big no. I’m even surprised he knows her name.

Naruto and Hinata is very one-sided.

I don’t like Hinata at all and that is me expressing that very lightly, but doesn’t she “deserve” love too?

Does Naruto even know Hinata as a person truly? That’s another question to me. We never get answers for that either.

Does her brain only consist of “Naruto-kun”? Is that what Naruto “deserves”? Such shallow “love”?

If Hinata pushes Naruto away (which would never happen), Naruto wouldn’t even notice, but when Sasuke did, Naruto only fought his hardest, against all odds/law/world to get closer to his heart.

Sasu-Naru-Hina.

That’s not for me 😅, but! I like thinking about new things, this is a first O.o! Do you ever think about Sasu-Naru-Saku as well? Not that I do..

#asktamelee #supervaca #🧡

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ay-chuu · 1 year

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Hello! I was hoping to get a match for Twisted Wonderland.

- I have typical Korean features, but I’m half American, so I have freckles and a stronger jawline.

- I’m a Taurus sun, Capricorn moon, and Gemini rising. My MBTI is INTP. I’ve been told I have strong charisma despite my desire to be left alone. I think it’s my rising sign that makes me relatively okay in conversation.

- I like writing stories, running, and brewing tea. I typically run in set circles because differing from a pattern upsets me, and when brewing tea, I prefer brewing oolongs because they have many different flavors and can be brewed several times.

- Despite being naturally loud myself (one of my parents is half deaf), I hate loud noises. I can’t handle spaces with a bunch of sound for an extended period of time. I hate the dark because I can’t see what’s in the dark, and when I do, I don’t like what I see. Third thing I hate is bananas. If somebody I love were you give me a banana, I’d throw a fit.

- I love fire emblem, a strategy game kinda like chess adjacent, but I can’t play chess. Most music I listen to is vocaloid or Korean covers. I love it when music gets a traditional Korean twist. Favorite show is Princess Tutu. I love seeing how sometimes what you hope for isn’t what happens, and that’s alright. Everything falls into place.

- I don’t think I really have an idol. Not because nobody is worthy of my admiration, but because I think that I just gotta be me, Y’know? I want to be me, but the best me I can be. If that takes time, so be it.

- Most of my confidence is a farce, but I basically helped raise my little sister, and because of this, the kid now thinks that I am the coolest person in the world. So when I need a pick me up, I ask her questions to see how she responds. When she talks about me to other kids, she says that I’m “prettier” or “better” than their siblings, and I think we all need someone like that in our lives. I love my little built in hype man.

- I love spicy foods too! (Whoever is reading this, you better have eaten a meal. If you can’t, be patient with yourself. Food is something to love.) It’s a big reason why I love soondubu jjigae. It’s temperature hot and spicy hot + a stew! Make sure to try it when you can if you like spice. :)

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Hi love! ♡(｡- ω -) I'm a chubby girl who loves to eat A LOT so dont you worry! ALSO THANKS FOR YOUR ADVICE I REALLY LIKE SPICY FOOD TOO!

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

AZUL ASHENGROTTO!

Azul loves and LOVES your freckles. I think he is someone who loves the natural beauty of people, and hey look at his beauty mark too! :D Pisces and Capricorn are a very compatible couple, as long as Pisces doesn't have emotional instability and Capricorn has some rigid views. For INTP and ENTJ, they can be quite successful, be it business or starting a family! In terms of love, sometimes ENTJ can be very proud but personally I think one of the rare MBTIs who can break this pride is INTP <3 By the way, you are quite honest with each other.

Azul loves your little brother too because he agrees with him. KLDJFLSJGLG also likes your writings and if he sees interesting sentences, he politicizes it and uses it with your permission! Azul is one of the most supportive types of people who he loves, no matter what they do. As we saw with his mother! In general, he likes that you are more confident and calm than him. And ah, since he's been in love with you, he's come up with a grand plan to bring out the spicy side of all the main dishes on his menu! ... I didn't want to say it but Floyd might give you a banana for making Azul mad and um... he could sneak it into your drink- (Azul was so shook that you beat his ass that he fell in love again <3)

I see that the problem in your relationship is that sometimes his emotional turmoil gets out of control and he treats you even badly, which naturally gets on your nerves and this turns into a fight. You're usually the one to have the last word, and personally he doesn't admit that he's guilty untilhis mother puts him in his place. But he is usually the one who comes to reconcile after your fights and expresses his sadness seriously. Even though you can hardly forgive sometimes (":

Finally, some of the moments I dream of for you two: Talking about the different intelligences of people in the Mostro Lounge together, Azul who came to you with your favorite tea while you were writing and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, laughing together even if your goddamn muscles hurt while running races together, and in the rare occasions that comes with comfort hugs that are given in a tight hug when you can find time for it!

#by.aychu #matching/shipping event!#azul ashengrotto #twst #twsited wonderland #twst azul #azul ashengrotto x reader

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jjacob · 2 years

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pillow talk

❝ oh my god, you two, jacob said not on the couch! ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ angst (with a happy ending), fluff, roommate au, friends to lovers, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mildly suggestive content, “share a bed” trope !!

SUMMARY ▸ being roommates with lee juyeon was trouble, and that was essentially because you didn’t want to be just roommates.

PLAYLIST ▸ icarus by jo1

WORD COUNT ▸ 2309 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ sorry all my fics on this acc are gifts for addy but happy birthday @honeyju !! ♡ there’s no one else i would stay up until 2 am writing a fic for before a festival i’ve been waiting months to go to

THERE WAS SOMETHING SATISFYING ABOUT MAKING BREAKFAST FOR SOMEONE, YOU REALIZED.

You started doing it a little while after you found a place to stay, probably as the only way you could say ‘thank you’ to Kevin Moon and Jacob Bae for putting up with you. Brew some coffee, fry up some bacon, toast some bread, scramble a couple eggs—instant satisfaction.

You attended your college classes from ten in the morning until seven at night; your roommate, Lee Juyeon, worked the night shift at a gas station from midnight until seven in the morning. It was the only job he could snag to pay for tuition, and the graveyard shift was the only shift his boss could give him for whatever ungodly reason.

Sleep was sacred to Juyeon. He hardly got any when he was dealing with college coupled with work. You knew you couldn’t talk him out of being so hard on himself, so you got used to his schedule.

When you got home from school, Juyeon was just waking up.

That was how you started eating breakfast for dinner.

“Doesn’t that keep you up?” Juyeon asked over his plate of pancakes and eggs, watching as you downed the rest of your coffee.

“Nope.” You shook your head, managing a tight-lipped smile. “Perks me up maybe, but I pride myself on my ability to fall asleep in any situation.”

“Good to know.” Juyeon nodded, sipping coffee from his own mug.

Juyeon laughed that sleepy, soft laugh that you adored. His hair still stuck up every which way from sleep, but he was every bit as gorgeous as he was during the first breakfast they’d had together. It had been a long time since they started doing whatever it was that they were doing, and shit, it stuck.

It could be because Juyeon was flat broke on his own and had nowhere to stay but with Kevin and Jacob, that you could indulge in these sweet moments you got to spend with him.

Juyeon nudged your leg under the table with his foot and gave you that smile that lit up his eyes, bringing you out of your head and back into the kitchen. “Are you alright?” he asked, and you nodded in response.

Just peachy, you thought.

Juyeon gave you a calculating look, but ultimately deemed it an acceptable answer. You both finished the rest of your meal in relative silence, Juyeon then breaking off to shower and you settling into the couch. You wondered if you should have been embarrassed by how domestic this felt.

You were in your early twenties, for God’s sake. People your age were getting hammered and blacking out on curbs, partying their youth away, and here you were, watching Masterchef on a Saturday night with every intention of falling asleep right where you sat.

When Juyeon emerged, he was half-dressed for work, a white t-shirt tucked into his black slacks, clean-shaven, and wide awake. He sat beside you on the couch, close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other, and he kicked his feet up on the coffee table.

“What are we watching?”

You didn’t respond.

“Y/N.”

Juyeon leaned over and pressed his lips to the soft spot underneath your jaw. Your resolve faltered just a little, and you leaned into it. Juyeon carefully removed the remote from your hand, set it on the coffee table, and pushed you down. Neither of you spoke as Juyeon’s fingers moved to the zipper of your pants.

This was the confusing part about your relationship with Lee Juyeon. It wasn’t like there was a rule against roommates screwing each other, but it was rather strange that you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. It was strange that you felt this tightness in your chest whenever you were around him. It was strange that you grew sad when you wondered how long this would last.

For now, though, this was pretty great.

At least, it was, until the front door flung open and you heard Kevin’s very adamant, “Oh my god, you two, Jacob said not on the couch!”

You and Juyeon pushed away from each other, and, to top it all off, Kevin was not alone. With him stood a pretty girl in a denim jacket, looking about as horrified as a person could get.

“I should go”—Juyeon cleared his throat—“get ready for work.”

Juyeon retreated faster than you had ever seen, which was fine, but you had to hold back your laugh when you watched him maneuver around the girl so she wouldn’t see his boner.

The girl turned to Kevin. “Where’s your bathroom?”

You waited until she was out of sight to adjust your clothing, sitting up and running a hand through your unkempt hair.

“Y/N,” Kevin complained.

“I don’t wanna say it’s your fault for not assuming, but…” You didn’t finish the accusation because you really didn’t have to. Also, because Kevin grabbed a roll of newspaper off the coffee table and smacked you with it. “Hey!”

“Do not mess this up for me, Y/N,” he warned.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Mess what up?”

Kevin’s eyes flicked from you, toward the bathroom, and then back again.

Oh.

You grinned. “Kevin Moon, you sly dog.”

“Shut up.” Kevin hit you again. “Don’t say a word, you hear me?”

“To who?”

“Anyone,” he clipped. “It’s not your place to say. It’s mine.”

“But if I let it slip…”

You probably should’ve seen it coming because you had it coming, but you still let out a groan when Kevin elbowed you in the gut. Your stomach seized—eggs, bacon, and coffee. It almost felt like a tilt-o-whirl in your gut. There was a point where Kevin’s limits were seriously being pushed, and though you had enough air in your lungs to say one more thing, and you knew it should’ve been an apology, that wasn’t what came out.

“You won’t say a word,” Kevin threatened.

“I could.”

Before you could take another blow that you were so poised for, Juyeon and the girl came back out just in time to pull you two away from each other.

Kevin worked a crick out of his neck. “What? You two never had siblings?”

Was Kevin your sibling? Well, not biologically, but they had a similar relationship.

“I’m very sorry you came home when you did,” you heard Juyeon apologize, “and I’m very sorry that we didn’t abide by Jacob’s rule.”

You stiffened as Juyeon’s hand came up to your shoulder, pressing a healing warmth into your tense muscles. However, the silence between the four became way too much for you, and you quickly pulled away.

You had to lie down for a few minutes.

Your room was dark—yours and Juyeon’s room now, you supposed—perfect for hiding. The distinct smell of lavender and ocean breeze was faint. Faint traces of the candle Juyeon lit last night. You both actually knew how to keep a tidy room and liked to keep it like that.

You didn’t know how long you laid there, but you knew it wasn’t long enough to let you feel any better before Juyeon walked in.

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure you’re alright,” Juyeon said softly, and he sat on the edge of your bed. “Should I have Kevin drive me to work?”

You groaned and pushed yourself up onto your forearms. “Nope. You’re driving yourself, come on.” You slid out of bed and pulled on your boots, Juyeon staring at you the entire time. “What?”

“You’re acting strangely,” Juyeon observed.

“I’m not acting strangely,” you spat around the words. Juyeon didn’t relent, though; it wasn’t his style. He just kept staring, and you rubbed your hands over your face. “I’m fine, Juyeon.” You groaned when you realized that Juyeon was still staring.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” he replied, “but I have a feeling that’s why you’re acting like this.”

“Talk about what?”

“About us.”

“Juyeon,” you came back, flames licking at the underside of your stomach, your blood running hot through your veins. You knew this was all you needed, but the conversation scared the wits out of you. “Have Kevin drive you to work.”

“Y/N,” Juyeon called after you, but you were already gone.

It was six-thirty in the morning when Juyeon got home, and you were still wide awake.

You hated yourself for it, but you were awake. You couldn’t get your mind to quiet down after everything that happened last night. Every time you thought you hit the final lull, it all started back up again. All you could hear was the disappointment in Juyeon’s voice, his face, the defeat wilting his muscles.

Perhaps it was seeing Kevin with another girl that made you feel this way. Seeing someone try to commit when Juyeon was doing everything in his power to skirt around the topic. You had to admit that you felt like a side piece, even more so when he would carelessly touch you in front of others without caring about what they’d think.

And, now, he just stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, watching you with a weary gaze.

“Hey,” you called.

“Hi,” Juyeon murmured. “Can I come in?”

You let out a weak laugh. “Well, this is your room, isn’t it?”

Juyeon cherished his sleep, considering he hardly got any. For him to not crash as soon as he stepped foot in the room was a lot coming from him.

In short, you really had him worried.

Juyeon let out a sigh and flopped back onto his bed. “I’m exhausted, but if you wanna talk, I’m here.”

“We never talk about this stuff,” you replied, gaze fixed on the ceiling. “I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.”

But that wasn’t what you wanted. You just wanted to slip into Juyeon’s bed and curl up next to him. You wanted to sleep with him from dusk till dawn, ignoring your terrible, clashing schedules.

Juyeon seemed to have the same idea.

His weight dipped the mattress. He didn’t say anything, but you could hear him slip his jacket off his shoulders and peel off his shirt. Even as he cuddled up beside you, you found the fire under your skin go cold. You rolled over to see Juyeon’s back facing you, probably trying to give you your privacy.

You wanted to be furious. You wanted to leap out of bed and get your day started, but your muscles ached and your head pounded. You only had yourself to blame for that; Kevin decided he wanted to take a few shots of soju with you before he went off to someone’s party—probably Sunwoo’s place. Your heart hammered in your chest, and your gut churned, and fuck, you probably pissed Juyeon off.

That was what was racking your brain the most. The both of you knew that all you had to do was talk, but it was always you who brought it up, and Juyeon would indulge in your conversation before pulling away. You were sick of everything that was happening between you, but neither of you put a label on it.

Juyeon rolled over again, this time into your body heat, tentatively wrapping his arm around your side and nuzzling his face into your neck.

Wordlessly, you turned around so that you could cozy up to Juyeon’s chest and wrap your leg around his hip. Juyeon pressed his lips to the side of your head, then your neck, and then peppered kisses along your throat.

“Sorry,” was all he could come up with.

“I know,” you hummed, letting out a short sigh, and Juyeon held onto you tighter.

You had no idea why or how he dealt with you. If Juyeon wanted someone, he could have them in a heartbeat, but him staying with you and trying for you had to mean something, right? He stroked your hair and minutes stretched on. His presence was comforting, but not enough to lull you back into drifting off.

“I’m scared when we do stuff and never talk about what we are,” you said then. “It makes me feel like I’ll lose you one day, and you won’t care, and I won’t be able to figure out what we were.”

Juyeon was silent for a moment. “I’ve never thought about it that way, but I apologize for not being more aware of your feelings.”

You were afraid to look because you knew Juyeon was staring at you with those big, shining eyes, waiting for you to say something more. You couldn’t, though. You were done with this. Done with feeling stripped bare, guts spilling out and thumping heart exposed, beating for the world to see.

“Y/N,” Juyeon said softly. He tested the waters with one touch, just a brush of his hand against your jaw.

You leaned into it, so Juyeon cupped your face in both hands and brought his lips to your forehead.

“I like you,” he hummed. “A lot.” He pecked your lips softly before he continued, “I just never knew how to approach it. Never thought you’d want to go farther than this.”

“I do,” you reminded him. “I wanna be with you in every way possible.”

Juyeon smiled, and then he stifled another yawn.

“C’mere,” he murmured, drawing your body closer to his. He was pressed flush against your body, holding you close like he was about to lose you. As you two settled in that position, Juyeon pressed a kiss to the top of your head and whispered, “I might love you.”

Though he couldn’t see it, you smiled. “I think I might love you too, Lee Juyeon.”

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