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plmp0 · 4 months

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Just why

Summary: it was one of your routines to go live with some of your fans to show gratitude and probably attract more people to your group, but this time ur fan was a litlle too touchy for Sunghoon's liking.

Tags: idol!bf!sunghoon, idol!gf!reader,PWP, jealousy (for like 10 seconds), possessive sunghoon, kinda toxic, p in v, rough, mild choking, unprotected sex (don't do that), bulge kink, oral (m receiving), fingering, squirting, messy sex, aftercare. (I think that's all)

AU note: i wrote this at 4 am okay! idk wtf is this but yeah sorry if there is any mistakes and also eng is not my first language.

Sunghoon has been working out since this morning, he was so angry, seeing u flirt with a guy in a live was enough for him to loose his mind, he was used to u going live with one of ur fans once in a while and he was fine with it cause he knows how fans should be cherished as he has them as well, but when it's a guy that is constantly touching u, when his eyes never left u, he couldn't stand it, he is a person who gets jealous easily and he knows that and so u do and still you managed to upset him.

He sighed deeply and went to took a long hot shower trying to relax a little and calm his anger down, his muscles ached and his whole body was burning. He finished his shower wearing just his sweatpants while drying his hair, his eyebrows stuck together.

"You seem tense" u said from behind him and he didn't answer not even sparing u a glance, u came closer and rubbed his back, he let out a shaky breath, hands dropping the towel somewhere and he spoke without turning ur way "Did u really need to do a live with HIM?"

"Wdym?" U raised ur eyebrows, it was rule between both of u to not get into each other's work and it looks like Sunghoon forgot about that. He fixed his wet hair his voice hoarse "what i mean is that fan was Very touchy", u sighed rolling ur eyes Sunghoon has always been possessive for u but the thing is he doesn't have any reason to be so "well it's not like i was the one asking him to do that, we were live so anything i do can go against me, i tried to avoid his touches but yeah" u said sitting on his bed admiring his naked torso and the way the water in his hair falls on his body, Sunghoon clicked his tongue not liking ur attitude the slightest as he turned and looked into ur eyes and you got lost, his gaze was dark and full of anger hands on his hips flexing unintentionally his biceps and u felt small under his gaze, u swallowed thickly, his eyes following your every move as he took a step toward u, then another, and another until he stood right in front of u.

His fingers held ur chin forcing u to look at him "Sunghoon...", his thumb traced ur bottom lip shushing you as he sighed "why did u let him do that? Do u like it when a guy touches you? When he stares at you? When he flirts with you? Does it turn u on?"

His questions made you nervous, you know that his jealousy is the one speaking but u don't know why, maybe it's the tone he is using or the way his eyes darkened, either way he was intimidating. (and you liked that)

"Do u want me to show u what i do when i get mad?", he took a step forward, forcing u to fall back and his knee was between ur legs, his hands grabbed ur wrists holding them above ur head and his face was so close to yours,

"Tell me baby...what do u think i will do to u?" He breathed out his eyes on ur lips and u felt urself get turned on by the way he is acting, you have never seen him like this and you wanted him to go further "You tell me, Hoonie" u mumbled softly. "You like the sound of that? Me going feral?" He asked his eyes back to stare at urs.

"Show me then" u breathed out challenging him and he smiled, his eyes glinting dangerously, his hands tightening around ur wrists excited to take that brattiness out of you, He leaned into ur ear and bit your lobe whispering "i'm gonna wreck you"

Sunghoon pulled you up and pushed you towards the headboard of the bed, his body towering over yours, his hands went to hold ur throat making you moan softly, his tongue licked ur ear and trailed down ur neck leaving open mouthed kisses, he stopped near ur collarbone and sucked harshly, making you moan and squirm underneath him, he left a kiss on your shoulder and stopped to admire his art , his hands went to the hem of ur shirt pulling it off u and he threw it somewhere in the room, his fingers playing with the lace bra u had on, "white?" He thought ,u bit ur lip, your arms going to cover ur boobs and his eyes darkened.

"Don't hide yourself, let me see you" he let out his voice deep and husky, his hands grabbed ur wrist and held them over ur head his other hand undoing ur bra throwing it away and his eyes dropped to look at your exposed chest, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he felt his mouth dry, you are so beautiful and the fact that he has you for himself always makes his heartbeats fasten, your cheeks heated up as u felt his gaze on you and he mumbled mockingly "what? Did u take back ur words?" And you only shifted your eyes from him shying away from him, and he chuckled leaning to take on one of your boobs in his mouth, his tongue sucking harshly making you moaning, he kissed his way to ur other boob doing the same as you kept squirming.

His fingers played with ur hard nipples and his teeth grazed it, u whimpered and he smirked, his hands going to grab ur breasts and he gave it a harsh squeeze making u gasp arching your back, his thumbs rubbing ur sensitive buds, "so sensitive", he kissed ur nipple and took it in his mouth again tugging it slightly leaving you like a mess.

His hands grabbed the waistband of ur jeans and pulled it down noticing the wet spot on ur panties, "Soaked already?", u looked away embarrassed and he held ur chin in place "answer me"

"Yes" was all u could say, a smug smile formed on his lips as his thumb traced your bottom lip, and u sucked on it almost immediately and his eyes darkened even more if it's possible, his mouth attacked yours in a heated and messy kiss, his tongue dominating yours as always, and his hands lowered to your ass, squeezing and groping it harshly. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging his hair and he groaned into the kiss, his hand slapped your buttcheek hard and you pulled away to let a small cry, he kissed ur jawline and licked it numbing on it and u pulled his hair roughly, "hmmm" he hummed enjoying every moment of this. His finger slipped under ur panties and rubbed ur clit, "so wet" he chuckled, and you moaned loudly when his fingers went to your entrance rubbing your wetness and coating his fingers in it. "Fuck you drive me crazy! I can't think straight" his breath hitched. "I'm sorry" u whispered you know exactly how he keeps overthinking things and you can only imagine what was on his head after watching your live, he looked at u with hooded eyes oh how sorry you are going to be he thought "tell me what u want me to do to you" he whispered lowly, "Anything, everything, please, anything you want" u said desperate for release after the amount of teasing he put u through.

"Hmmm" he thought for a second and his mouth found your nipples again, sucking and nibbling at them, "Hoonie...please" u whined having enough from his teasing and wanting the real thing (lmao bye )

"Please what? Say it, use your words" he said almost mockingly watching you squirm not even able to form a proper sentence "Plea- hmmm, I need u, please fuck me"

He chuckled, his fingers slipped into you and u moaned loudly arching your back, his digits were long and slim and his thrusts were quick and rough, he pumped his fingers into u making your eyes roll back, his mouth went back to ur nipple while his other hand was holding your waist firmly and u arched your back pushing him deeper into you, "shit, shit, shit" u cried. He can feel his cock twitching every time u made a sound like that, ur expressions captured in his brain, he love to see you like this, so small, so helpless around him and he was about to lose it when u rolled ur eyes back hips following his movements.

"You're so hot, baby, do you know how many times i thought about fucking you while you were dancing? How many times i wanted to throw u on my lap and make you cum around me in the middle of the dance room? Do you know how many times i wanted to fuck you in front of those cameras to show everyone who u belong to" he groaned, his pace getting fast, "Ho-Hoonie" you cried, the sound of ur wetness was so loud, his hand was coated with your slick leaving a mess on the sheets as well, his fingers curled inside of u making you see white, and even at ur fucked state u couldn't help it but spot how his hard cock was throbbing through his sweatpants making you whine loudly, and he laughed darkly noticing u "you want it? Beg for it, tell me how much u need my cock"

"P-please, I- I need u, I want u, I can't take it anymore" u said desperately, his fingers pulled out and went to rub your clit very fastly his other hand keeping u in place as u tried to get away from his fingers at how intense you felt ur release coming, u cried as you came undone squirting all over his hand and his chest, Sunghoon looked at you satisfied, your legs were shaking panting heavingly, your body feeling weak already, "good girl, you did great" he kissed your forehead and got up, u frowned confused "Where are u going?" You asked and he pointed at his lower half "I'll be back, just give me a minute"

Sunghoon took off his sweatpants and boxers, his length springing free and smacking his toned stomach, your mouth watered, the way his dick curved upwards and the veins around it, the way his tip was red and the way his balls looked heavy,HE was perfect, his hand went to wrap around his member pumping it slowly, moaning at the feeling making you swallow the lump in your throat. "You like what u see?" He asked, his eyes half lidded, and his thumb smeared his precum around his tip, u nodded slowly "want a taste?" He asked and you got up crawling towards him making him smirk ohh how much he loves it when u act like an eager slut for him.

U sat on ur knees, looking up at him and he groaned when your warm tongue lapped the tip his hands went to pull ur hair, he groaned dropping back his head enjoying the way your mouth was wrapped around his tip before you started hollowing your cheeks and sucking him, his eyes noting the was u didn't dropped eye-contact making his breath hitch and u felt his cock twitch in ur mouth.

You tried to take him as far as u can but he is just too big and long that it wasn't possible for u to not gag, his eyes opened and he looked at you again, his thumb wiping the tears in your eyes loving the way ur mascara was messed up and his other hand cupped ur cheek caressing it softly and your eyes met his again after rolling back, he smiled lovingly at you and the way his eyes turned so soft made ur heart race. He pulled out of ur mouth, his tip smacked his stomach and you couldn't help but admire him, "do u like it? Do u like it when i treat you like a princess while i'm rough with you?" He asked and u nodded, he hummed and went to lay down on his back and you crawled over him, he held his length and u positioned yourself on top of him, his tip teasing your entrance before going inside you and he groaned at how warm and wet u felt his hands guiding you to sit on him and take more of him slowly, the stretch was so good and he hissed as u moaned feeling him filling you up completely, his hand rested on ur hips his eyes closed enjoying how good u feel, and u moved on top of him, rolling your hips slowly as u kept moaning "shit" u whined,picking up ur pace bouncing on his cock, his eyes were now glued to the way his dick disappears inside of you, "god! so tight" he groaned, his hand slapped your buttcheek harshly and the way you clenched around him made him grunt, he thrusted his hips into yours, hitting your sensitive spot again and again until you cried.

"So close, i'm so close" you mumbled and his hand went to grab your neck making you choke mind going crazy, "I'm close too, baby" he whispered.

He kept pounding into you making the bed squeak you were sure ur neighbors heard everything as your moans were getting so loud, he let go of your neck and you lowered ur body taking more of him making him lose his mind one of his hands now traveled down to feel the bulge in ur stomach and his eyes rolled back at that his thrusts now fast and hard, it felt so good, his cock twitched inside of you and u knew that he is about to release at any moment you closed ur eyes enjoying the way he was grunting and groaning, his hands went to hold onto your ass delivering a hard smack making u scream as he kept fucking you into oblivion. You kept getting close and you struggled to hold ur release "Cum inside, fill me up, please" u begged wanting to cum with him and he chuckled "my eager slut" he cooed his thrusts never slowing down, "m gonna make sure to fill u up dw" his fingers went to play with ur clit making your body shake uncontrollably as u dropped your head on his shoulder crying not able to hold ur release anymore and he whispered into your ear lowly "cum, baby" You rolled your eyes back, and let out a scream cumming hard on him, his hips stuttered against u his cum filling you up as well, he groaned deeply,"fuck, take it" he rolled his eyes his movements not stopping until he got rid of his high fucking his cum inside you more, his arms going to hug you and his lips kissing your head sweetly, the two of you laid there trying to catch ur breath, your legs were trembling, your body was weak, you felt him softening inside of you and he kissed your head again whispering sweet words in your ear as his hands rubbed your back soothingly.

"You ok?" He asked and u hummed not wanting to talk making him laugh at ur cuteness and knowing how exhausted you were, his hand caressed your hair, you loved this side of him it makes u fall for him more, knowing that you are the only one with whom he can act so sweet and soft, only you are allowed to see his vulnerable side, his weakness, u sighed softly hugging his buff body "m sure m gonna wake up someday passed out just because of your hard grip" u joked feeling his hug tightening, he smirked playing with ur hair "the only hard thing you are gonna wake up to is my morning wood darling" You looked at him shocked and his smirk only got bigger, u pushed him lightly "Park Sunghoon!" He laughed at ur reaction, his hand going to brush a strand of hair away from ur face moving so you can face him, he looked into ur eyes deeply his gaze was so soft, so gentle, full of love, his thumb brushed against ur cheekbones and he whispered lovingly "i love you"

Ahhhhhhhhh i should go to sleep fr, but yeah i hope u enjoy ~~

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mydearzero · 2 years

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eddie fluff to smut where you’re laying on him plucking his eyebrows or sitting in his lap doing his hair/makeup cause you’re basically his personal stylist

Thank you so much for your request! I'm sorry it took a little longer than expected, but I hope you enjoy! <3

Make-Up Sex | E.M. x Reader

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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Your best friend Eddie asked you to do his make-up. Innocent, right? But your back is hurting, and sitting on his lap seems like the perfect solution.

Fluff, Smut, Friends to Lovers.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, bit of oral fixation? idk, masturbation (f), voyeurism (he watches). If I missed any warnings please tell me!

4.2K words

Beta read by @eddiemunsonbrxinrot

"Sit still!" You groaned as Eddie squirmed for the umpteenth time. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, bouncing one of his legs up and down. Eddie had hesitated to ask you to do his make-up, even when he knew you wouldn't judge him. He didn't understand why he'd been so apprehensive since he already wore nail polish and had long hair. It wasn't like the people of Hawkins would be able to see the difference, already at his worst in their eyes. Yet still, he was nervous. It was one of the many requests he’d done in recent times to have you help him improve his look.

Your own nerves made your hands shake when applying the shadow to his eyelid. You did your best to steady them. When Eddie had turned to you after he blew out some smoke and asked if you'd do his make-up, you'd immediately beamed at him and told him to wait while you got the few items you kept in your bag. It was mainly a couple of pencils and shadows, but it would do. You hadn't considered the proximity, which was your own mistake because of course, you'd have to get close to his face. Duh. You were tense for a wildly different reason than Eddie was.

So here you were, heart beating faster than it should've, one hand holding Eddie's face still while the other applied charcoal eyeshadow with practised precision. You were lucky his eyes were closed. The glances you stole at his bare chest and dangerously low sweatpants would not have been able to go unnoticed if they weren't. This might've been a casual thing to Eddie, but the intimacy intoxicated you.

When you eventually got to the eyeliner, you told him to open his eyes and look up. Heat raged through your body at the look he gave you. Maybe it wasn't supposed to be as erotic as you perceived it, but it didn't matter. Your knees weakened, your hands stilled, and you put one of them on his shoulder to steady yourself. How you even managed to speak was the 8th wonder of the world. "No, uh, look up, don't look at me." You giggled as you tilted his chin up further. He chucked and complied.

You quickly stretched, your back starting to hurt from standing over him. You bent back down to work on his eyes, though you jerked when two hands were placed on your hips. "Sit. Might be easier on your back." It was a nonchalant remark, his eyes still looking up. When you didn't reply, his gaze fell back on you. "Isn't your back hurting?" He asked genuinely. There was no proof he was implying anything besides you sitting on his lap platonically. You paused for a second but nodded.

"Yeah, no, it is. Okay. Sit back." You put a hand flat against his bare chest and gave him a little push.

You quickly noticed you'd have to kneel over his thighs in an all too suggestive position to even be able to sit on his lap facing him. You placed both your knees beside his thighs and gently sat on them. He was bent backwards slightly, leaning both his hands on the bed in support. His eyes turned back to the ceiling, and that was that. You swallowed before uncapping the pencil and slowly leaning into his face and pulling his eyelid down so you could reach his waterline. You tried to contain the desire to run your hands over his chest and abdomen.

Eddie, in turn, had to contain himself not to look down, whatever it took. Your chest was almost directly in his face now. He would just have to bend his neck downwards, and he'd be buried between your tits. You were just friends. Eddie was very aware. With every new request or move, he was sure he'd gone too far. He did his best to make it all look casual and platonic. You had no idea what you were doing to him. You hadn’t even questioned it when he took off his shirt before you started applying the make-up. Maybe he’d also pulled down his joggers a bit further than necessary. It wasn’t like you could tell it was intentional.

Up until this point Eddie had been sure you thought nothing more of him than a friend. He was convinced that the glimpses he’d caught you stealing now and then were all in his head. The second you’d told him to open his eyes and look up, it clicked. Every memory of flustered faces and tense atmospheres came rushing back the second he noticed your dilated eyes. Your flushed cheeks were another symptom he could've seen had he ever paid attention, yet he never had. Your lip was between your teeth as you avoided his gaze. You were in complete disarray because of him. He couldn't help the small smirk appearing on his face.

"What?" You asked when you noticed the devilish face.

He shook his head. " 'S nothing, sweetheart. Please, continue." His eyes remained on the ceiling, but he shifted a little. Probably just trying to get more comfortable with you now sitting on his lap. Your breath hitched quietly when the ghost of his crotch rubbed against yours as he repositioned. If Eddie noticed, he didn't say anything. You finished applying the eyeliner and sat back with a pleased smile.

Eddie didn't know whether you remembered telling him you had a 'thing for men wearing make-up', but he remembered. Even if he hadn't, he would've been able to tell by the wanton look in your eyes when they finally made contact with his. He wanted to chuckle to himself. Did you have no self-control? Your breathing was shallow, though only slightly. He wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been watching you so intently. You sighed deeply as you turned away with a dishevelled look on your face, putting the cap back on the eyeliner. It was obvious to him you were conflicted.

You turned back and looked at Eddie. "Well?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times, trying to find the right words. "Guess you're speechless, hmm, baby?" Eddie smirked. Baby? That was new.

"It looks good on you. You should learn to do it yourself. Get all the ladies." You quipped. Your eyes widened a tad when you realized you were still sitting on his lap.

"Get all the ladies? You think it makes me more desirable?" Well, duh.

You tried not to squirm, wanting to revel in this position just a little longer. "Hmm, I don't know. You be the judge." You moved to grab the mirror that was discarded on the bed, whereas he picked that exact moment to raise his legs from the floor and topple you forward. "Eddie!" You shrieked as your hands dropped onto his chest to catch yourself from falling all the way and suffocating him. He laughed maniacally as his hands met your waist to keep you from falling. "Stop, it's not funny!" You went to hit his chest, but he caught your wrist and held it firmly.

If it hadn't been for the dark make-up surrounding his eyes, you might've had the power to resist. Might have. His strong grasp on your wrist combined with the demanding glare made you reevaluate all your decisions. You didn't know how to proceed. Was this Eddie Munson making a move?

He finally moved when he took the wrist he was holding and slowly directed it downwards. You'd been dying to run your hands over his torso. To trace his tattoos, whether with your fingers or your mouth, you didn't care. To grab at his chest while he fucked you so good. It clouded your mind and your judgement. You wanted him to pound you until you didn't remember your own name, only his. You wanted him to put hi- "What're you daydreaming about, hmm?" You realized your hand was still resting on his abdomen, toying with the trail of hair leading from his navel into the waistband of his sweats. You were about to answer his question honestly, but his face made it apparent it wasn't a genuine one.

The hand that was still resting on his chest soon noticed that you weren't the only one whose breathing was laboured. You could feel his heart pound out of his chest right under your palm. The hands on your waist were scorching any piece of skin they were in contact with. Eddie’s nostrils flared as he observed your thought process. You eyed his neck, exposed now he was lying on his back. It was the perfect canvas to leave an obscure amount of hickeys on. Your tongue darted out to wet your parted lips. Your eyes met Eddie's once more, both of you realizing that even if you were to stop right here, there would be no possibility of returning to normal. An unspoken line had been crossed in the last few minutes. You were insatiable.

His eyes were questioning, searching for your approval. You made up your mind and removed your hands before placing both on his abdomen simultaneously. You rubbed your palms outwards towards his hips and back a few times as his hands slid down, gripping your hips. You ground them down faintly as you slowly trailed your hands up and leaned forward. A sigh escaped Eddie as you ground down a few more times. Your mouth made its way up to his ear, and you saw goosebumps rise when your warm breath hit his neck. "Tell me you want to do this." You whispered. The grip on your hips was vice-like when he forcibly pulled them down to meet his own. A gasp left your lips at the unexpected friction.

Eddie's voice took on a dark tone you'd never heard before tonight. "Even if it's the last thing I'll do"

His answer was all you needed before latching your mouth on a spot under his jaw. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you found a rhythm with your hips, groaning softly at the contact. A shiver ran through your body, the soft breaths and noises coming from Eddie sounding like the trumpets at the gates of heaven. You'd never even broached the subject of sex with Eddie. It wasn't a topic you discussed in any detail whatsoever. A taboo in your friendship. Perhaps both of you had always known deep down that if you talked about it, you'd be crossing the same line you had today. Maybe the tension had always been present. Simmering until you ultimately turned up the heat and let it boil over. And boil over you did.

You were so inexplicably hot. Your skin was burning up wherever Eddie touched it. His hand slid under your shirt, a freezing contrast to your heated abdomen. You freed Eddie's neck from your hickey invasion and glanced up at him with a smirk. His hands had finished exploring your body and settled on your ass as you ground down, now definitely feeling him. You realized you had yet to kiss him. You'd kissed him once during a game of spin the bottle in seventh grade. What a cliche. This was different. You were crossing line after line. If you kissed, it would mean something. It meant something to you either way, but his face didn't give his thoughts away. Fuck it. You smashed your lips against his, a chill settling in your bones as your lungs seemed to be filled with Eddie instead of oxygen. His presence was consuming you. The kiss was one of desperation— like you'd drop dead the second you parted.

Whines flooded your throat as you tried to pull him closer. There was no use. He was as close as he could be. But it wasn't enough, you needed more. The rhythm of your hips was frantic as your frustration built. Why couldn't you pull him any closer? He bit your bottom lip harshly, a warning, maybe. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sensation of his tongue meeting yours, his rough hands sturdy on your hips as he ground his crotch up against you. The thin fabric of his sweats barely hid anything; hardly provided a barrier.

Eddie broke the kiss to flip you over, you now lying on your back. You yelped at the sudden movement. He'd held your thighs in place, now being wrapped around his hips as he suddenly ground down with full force. The sensation was entirely different, the pressure and friction against your cunt sending your head against the mattress with a loud moan. Eddie lifted your arms and removed the shirt you were wearing, both now being topless. God— his chest. His glorious, magnificent chest. You could run your hands over it for days. He struggled for a second as he tried removing your bra, exhilaration rushing through his veins. When he finally undid the clasp, he hurried to take the straps off and discarded it somewhere in the room. "Jesus…" He muttered as he took one breast in his hand, kneading it as he chuckled in disbelief. "Can't believe it. All this, just for me." He rambled as his mouth made its way to your neck.

You hooked your fingers into his waistband and whined. "Off."

Now— If this had been one of his typical hookups, Eddie would've teased you about your eagerness, would've told you to 'ask nicely, sweetheart.' But he had this intrinsic desperation that wasn't allowing him to take things slow. He was right there with you. It was like an itch he'd never been able to scratch. He craved you in the worst way. The hopeless necessity of intimacy was torturing him. His gut was screaming, pleading for him to hurry, so he made quick work of his sweats and boxers. Your joggers and panties were the only remaining articles of clothing before you'd be able to feel all of him.

He backed off and stepped out of the garments he'd just taken off, kicking them to the side. He ran his hands over his face as he sighed and observed you lying before him. It was obscene, really. The layer of sweat glistening on your skin, tits out and moving with the heaving of your chest. You were watching him with that downright sinful look on your face. You weren't even naked yet. He had barely touched you. He placed himself back between your legs, tugging your sweatpants and panties down in one swift motion. He pushed you further back on the bed so you were lying in the middle, giving him more space to move you around. The way he crawled over you seemed almost predatory. When he was parallel to you, you placed your hands on his shoulders. The shoulders his Hellfire shirt highlighted so phenomenally. He might not play, but Eddie sure did look amazing in that baseball tee.

He leaned down and sucked a hickey in the most visible fucking spot before moving down and leaving one in the exact middle of your tits. "Hmmm, you're gonna be mine now, right?" He asked, but couldn't look at you. You thought it would've become weird between you by now, but somewhere deep inside, you supposed you knew it had always been Eddie.

"Yeah, Eddie. All yours." You didn't mean for it to sound so fed up, but frustration was settling in your bones due to his sluggish pace.

"Be sweet now, dear. Or there will be consequences." He murmured against your neck. His ring-clad finger ghosted over your collarbone and trailed towards your nipple, circling and flicking it a couple of times before moving on to the other side. His left hand made its way into your hair with a firm but comfortable grip.

When his face rose from your neck to gaze down at you, you remembered the damned make-up you'd put him in. It looked so criminally good on him that it should've been illegal. You traced the scar on his jaw with your finger before moving to his nose and eyebrows, just admiring his face now you were truly getting the opportunity to see him in this new light. "I'm glad you're liking it so much, darling. Asked you just so you could do it." It wasn't the full truth, Eddie did actually want to experiment with his look. But your reaction was one he was also dying to experience. You grinned at the sappy moment, but your smile quickly dropped when the head of his cock made the slightest contact with your clit. He took it in his hand and started sliding it up and down your slit teasingly, avoiding your clit whenever he could. Your moan was high-pitched when his knuckles brushed over it a few times, more friction and satisfaction than you'd had up until now.

The mirror still lying behind you on the bed caught Eddie's attention when light reflected off it onto his face. He grinned giddily as he had an idea. "You're so unbelievably wet for me. Didn't think I'd ever get to learn how wet that pretty pussy could get." He whispered in your ear. He released the grip on his dick to lean over you and grab the mirror. He positioned it between your legs and motioned for you to look in it. "You see that, baby? See what I do to you?" You were uncertain about watching, but when you did, you were fascinated. He was right. You didn't think you'd ever been this aroused in your life. "Play with yourself for me." It wasn't a question.

"What? Eddie, I'm not doing that."

He tutted as he ran a finger between your lips, gathering the juices and bringing it up to his mouth. The way he sucked his finger was filthy. You gaped as he raised an eyebrow. You looked back down in the mirror and slowly brought a hand down. You spread your legs a little further, positioning them the way you usually would when touching yourself. Eddie's gaze was encouraging, sure, but the twitch his dick gave as it leaked precum at the sight of your glistening cunt was what pushed you over the edge and made you start circling your clit.

"Tell me what you're thinking about." Eddie insisted.

"You." You were already breathless. Him watching you this close was exciting.

"What about me?" He asked with a sly grin. His hand was palming his dick as he watched.

"Fuck, Eddie. Your fucking hands. They're so pretty." You sighed and moved to enter a finger. Eddie had seen you watch his hands in the past but never realized they were such a turn-on for you. He'd written it off as a mere fascination. His hand left his cock and slowly made its way up your thigh as put away the mirror and stopped your hand. You'd gotten yourself way too close for his liking. You whined as he replaced your hand with his own. He was going agonizingly slower, but the pressure felt incredible.

He made his way back on top of you gradually, leaving a trail of pecks and kisses up your body, still caressing you where you wanted it most. He paused and examined your face lovingly for a second, the dark around his eyes not matching the light that twinkled inside them. "I can't wait, darling. Not anymore." He whispered against your lips, kissing you with an unexpected gentleness for the situation at hand.

"Please, Eddie. Need you inside." You nibbled at his bottom lip as his hand reached down to line himself up.

"Fuck, don't say things like that, love. You're gonna make me bust just by talking." He groaned. "Waited so long for this." He sighed and finally pushed himself in.

You felt a sense of peace and gratification wash over you as he settled inside, giving you some time to adjust. This was where you belonged. It was like everything in the universe fell into place that very moment.

Eddie admired your blissful face with wonder. Did you feel it, too? The puzzle pieces of life clicking together? All his problems resolving themselves when his body connected with yours? You motioned for him to move, and his eyes rolled back as he kissed you with all his might. He wanted to go slow, make the moment last forever. He couldn't believe how sentimental he was being when he finally got the chance to be inside you. But he'd been waiting for this for too long. His pace picked up, desperately searching for release.

Eddie felt amazing, filling you up just right. He had the exact length and girth to satisfy your needs— Like he was fucking made just for fucking you. You were scratching at his back. You needed more. Somehow, Eddie knew just what you required. He slid out of you and turned you around, propping you on your knees. He slung an arm around your waist, his other hand travelling to your mouth. "Wrap your pretty lips around my fingers, baby. Wanna feel you suck on them while I fuck you." You tentatively sucked on his fingers but were startled when Eddie pushed them in deeper, triggering your gag reflex. He pushed his length back inside when he felt a cough come from your throat. You struggled to breathe for a second, the sudden entrance of both his fingers and dick being overwhelming. "Breathe, baby. You can take it. Just keep sucking for me."

You recovered quickly and started sucking his fingers as he set a brutal pace. With every thrust of his hips, his fingers slid further into your mouth. It was like you were being fucked from both sides, but it was all just Eddie. You did your best to try and keep sucking, but when he found the spot that sent your head reeling and kept hitting hit repeatedly, your jaw slacked. You moaned his name repeatedly as he kept plunging inside. Well— the amount of his name that was coherent around his fingers. It came out sounding more like delirious moans and whines that were close to sending Eddie over the edge.

"Rub your pussy for me. Want you to come on my cock." Eddie grunted in your ear. He turned to your neck and gave it a bite before increasing the speed of his thrusts to seek his release. You moved one hand from the bed, trusting Eddie to support you, and reached down to circle your clit, matching the speed of his balls slapping against your skin. The sounds were foul. The squelches of his thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin, the moans and whines coming from around Eddie's fingers and his grunts all combined… It was the filthiest orchestra.

Eddie knew you were getting close. Your mouth was hanging open, and you were fucking drooling over his fingers and down his forearm. You tightened around him, squeezing him just right. When the pitch of your moans turned higher and higher, he knew you were right there with him. His hips stuttered as he had to release his fingers from your mouth to catch himself from toppling over you. He filled you with a low grunt, all while you screamed his name and came on his cock.

You tried to catch your breath when Eddie finally freed you from his grip, sending you falling to the bed face down. He plopped down next to you, chest heaving. He raised his hand and observed his fingers with a silly smile.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"I've got grandpa fingers." He laughed and turned to show you.

"Jesus H. Christ, Munson." You groaned as you buried your face in his mattress. Fresh come was still leaking out of you, yet here he was, making jokes about his wrinkly fingers from having them in your mouth all this time.

He grabbed your waist and turned you to him in a moment of clarity, pulling you close. "We're okay, right?" He asked with a concerned look.

"Yeah, I think this is exactly what we needed, actually." You sighed as you placed a hand on his chest, tracing the tattoo with your fingers.

"Good, good…" He sighed, but his eyebrows furrowed. "This isn't a one-time thing, is it?"

You slapped his chest softly with a scoff. "Don't you dare insinuate that I'm anything but head over fucking heels for you after you fuck me like that, Eddie."

He chuckled and looked genuinely relieved. "That's awesome, really. Because I've been head over fucking heels for you for a bit now, I think… I guess I just didn't want to face the truth if I'm gonna be honest."

You nodded in agreement. You'd been in the same boat, sailing the same sea.

You tilted your neck up to catch his black-lined eyes already staring down. Your eyes darted to his lips. How you were nervous to kiss him after what you'd just done, was beside you. He smiled and leaned down knowingly. You met him halfway and had a genuine, heartfelt kiss. You couldn't help but smile foolishly. Who would’ve thought?

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keirawantstocry · 4 months

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Hi am back. yes i will so totally be 💋anon and i will probably be back a lot (i have reqs just gotta sort through em). more soft kisses for jealous tubbo, twas great :>

On the note of specifically tubbo + fit, you remeber how there was the joke(??) of them getting married in Vegas? maybe something on that actually happening and pac finding out? like offhandedly mentioned or like, them talking about marrying tubbo or smthn idk go buck wild.

(question do you prefer v vague reqs, a little detail, a lotta detail or options?) Hope youre having a good day :>

oh do I remember it. I think I was in tubbos chat when it happened. I remember watching it unfold live. I would LOVE to expand on it

(I love all requests to be honest. but I do appreciate a bit of detail because it gives me a starting point to go off of)

“Aren't you two going to get married?” Bagi asked. The three of them were sitting inside Bagi's house at her dining room table when she asked. She picked up the cup of coffee in front of her and raised her eyebrow before taking a sip.

Pac laughed nervously. “Bagi, I don't know if-”

“Can't people only get married once?” Fit asked.

Pac and Bagi turned to look at him, twin looks of confusion on their faces. “Sim,” Bagi said. “Why do you ask?”

Fit looked up and took a long swig of tea. “Oh, well, I'm married.”

“Oh right to Spreen yeah?” Pac asked. “We can get that annulled with the Federation surely. Not that we need to,” he rushed to clarify. “Baby steps.”

Fit shook his head. “No, not Spreen. That's a Federation thing only. I'm legally married. Of my own choice.”

“To who?” Bagi asked incredulously.

Pac felt a rush of jealousy go through him. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted to marry Fit but it felt weird that he had never brought this spouse up before. They told each other everything.

“Tubbo.”

The Brazilains stared at him. The jealousy dissipated as Pac laughed.

“You are married to Tubbo??”

“Why??” Bagi asked as Fit joined Pac in laughing.

Fit shrugged. “We got drunk in Vegas. Made out. Tubbo acted like some kind of prudish Catholic woman. Said I had to marry him if I was gonna try and get in his pants.” He chuckled. “I don't think he expected me to take him seriously. But I carried him to the first courthouse I saw and we got married.”

Pac perked up. “Did you have sex?”

Bagi smacked him.

“Ow!”

“You can't just ask if they had sex!” Bagi slapped her forehead as pushed back her chair.

“I'm sorry he was the one who implied it!” Pac yelled back.

Fit laughed at both of them Not answering the question, Pac noted.

Pac cornered him after they left. “Did you have sex? What does he kiss like? He's a good kisser isn't he? Can I sleep with him? Your husband, I should probably get permission you know.”

“Whoa whoa, slow down.” Fit chuckled quietly. “You're not mad?”

Pac stopped dead. “Why would I be mad?”

“Uh, cause we're dating and I didn't tell you that I'm married.”

Pac waved him off. “Oh please. It's Tubbo.” He perked up again. “Can we all be official? I want to kiss him. Can I kiss your husband?”

Fit laughed, his whole body relaxing. “Yeah you can kiss him. Kiss him as much as you want.”

Pac pumped his fist in the air. “Let's fucking go! Okay, bye Fitch. I'll see you later. I'm going to go kiss him!!!”

“OI TUBBO!”

Tubbo looked up from the chest he was currently searching. “Pac? What's up dude?”

“You and Fit got married?”

Tubbo's eyes widened in fear. Fuck. “Okay, yeah, hey I'm sorry I don't mean to intrude on you guys and-”

He was cut off by Pac's hands on his face. “Calma. Be my boyfriend? You're very cute.”

Tubbo blinked in surprise. “You… you want me?”

Pac's eyes landed on his lips before licking his own. “Sim, sim, por favor.”

Tubbo was nodding. Nodding and nodding. And he was being kissed and it was wonderful and soft. Pac tasted like sweets. He wasn't sure exactly what had just occurred but he was definitely not opposed to it.

#my writing #qsmp #fanfiction #💋 anon #poly morning crew #fitbo #fitpac #fitpacbo #pacbo #q!tubbo #q!fit #q!pac

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I think probably one of my worst customer stories has to be this: I work at a restaurant that's well known for having really good customer service right? We're located right off a busy intersection so we're normally packed full of people. I have one of my regulars bring one of her friends by I'm going to call Miss V. Miss V asks for a salad that normally comes with chicken nuggets on it and asks if she can get it with grilled strips instead. I reply back that well Miss V I'm sorry but we don't have grilled strips, we have regular chicken strips or I could get her a grilled fillet and have it cut up instead. And she gets sad but says she'll go with the strips and I'm like okay and ring her up with the salad with regular strips like she asked for.

I see one of my teenage coworkers coming back with a salad looking confused and I'm like what's up what's wrong with it thinking there was like a hair in it or it was made wrong. My coworker tells me oh this lady said that her salad was wrong I'm not sure- and I'm already sighing and going "is it Miss V?" And point to her and the coworker confirms and I see her motioning me over. So I'm like alright and I go over to her table like "So what's wrong with the salad? I thought you said you wanted strips." And Miss V insists once more that she wanted grilled strips not regular ones. And I'm just mentally sighing like okay clearly this lady thinks that I'm hiding this specific secret menu item from her and explain to her once more that we don't have grilled strips. She protests saying that she's had grilled strips the last time she came here because she ordered the salad with regular nuggets and they handed her the one with grilled strips by mistake and liked it better. She even pointed to my manager behind me and was like he replaced it for me but I want the one with grilled strips now.

So now I'm thoroughly confused like we don't sell grilled strips so idk what she means. I ask her if her strips came hot or cold thinking that maybe she just got handed one of the other salads that comes with cold grilled chicken and thought it was that but she says it was hot chicken. And then it dawns on me that it's probably the exact same hot grilled fillet cut up that I suggested to her in the first place. So I'm like we're going to replace it with the cut up grilled fillet will that work? And she goes "What's the difference"

By this point I'm starting to get a headache with her and I have a line of guests waiting for me back at front counter so I'm like it's how we have to ring it up. I explain to my coworker and manager how she wanted it fixed and rush back to my register to deal with the hoard of people that came by. I don't think about it for a while until I finish my line of people and I see her beckoning me over once more and I'm like lord what now.

She then explains to me that she'd now like her kids meal that she also bought with her meal but wanted later. (Something that we technically don't do for things besides ice cream but we can work around so long as either the person that took the order or who bagged the order remembers and we didn't have a shift change in the middle.) Mind you she asks for this like 3 hours later when the bagger has changed so I'm like sure okay I just need either your reciept or the sticker that printed off with your order to prove to bagging that you paid for it. And naturally she tells me that she doesn't have it because another coworker that was working dining room (I expressly want it to be known that we did have someone taking care of the dining room like I don't know why she keeps asking me for it since I'm on front counter and she can actively see I'm busy) threw it away with her trash because they didn't know. And I'm just sighing because now I have to dig through the trash to see if I can even find this piece of paper while I'm actively busy trying to do other stuff.

Thankfully her sticker from her salad was sitting at the top of the trash can and I could bring it to bagging and be like Miss V wants her kids meal now. The bagger looks at me confused at first because like I said we don't really do that but bags it anyways and hands it over.

Still to this day I have no idea how she managed to get her 'grilled strip' salad at all since that's a special order thing and those are clearly marked. Like it would have said hot grilled chicken on top and bagging usually has to hold for those. She's just going to have a rude awakening if she tries to come in on a day I'm not here and tries to do that because I'm probably one of the only non-managers that could understand what she meant and had enough patience for her to give me the runaround. The teenagers working night shift will just blink at her and say we can't do that at all. 😂

#submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #server problems #happy ending

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hi abby!! you love talking abt your fics? well, as it happens, i LOVE listening to people talk abt their fics *high-fives you* so hereee u go: 8, 17, 23, 24, 33 and 40 :)

hiiii ria thank you <333 [high fives you back] this is a beautiful synergy we are living...sorry this took me several days i just kept not having a shareable last line. for every we're so back there is always an it's so over. we're here now and that's what matters LOL

8. share the last line that you wrote

you have kept me waiting, my lord steward, she says when his footsteps stop, his reflection hovering just out of reach of her mirror.

well this is NOT umbar fic OR condolences congratulations. one day i will learn to finish one thing before i start another. but it is set in a slightly alternate version of the same reality. this is the crazy forty years later everyone lives au where aragorn is king and denethor is his steward and finduilas is actually the one running the place. it’s just an excuse for me to write “what if we made our healthy loving political marriage a messier and more political v-shape because you just HAD to officially get back together with your situationship from when you were 25 and oh he just HAPPENS to be the king.” they are shockingly functional about it (i do not know if i could call it healthy. but it is Incredibly High-Functioning and They Are Having Fun. so who am i to stop them!). conceptually/vibes-wise this is the result of my mind stirring around "their wives know the steward serves the king, and sometimes that goes beyond matters of state" (like truly...WHOA boy. that knocked me flat. @bretwalda-lamnguin i WILL respond to that post eventually i have things to say they just have to marinate a little longer) + regent!finduilas as a concept and an Energy + finduilas's general pure concentrated "i can fix him" beam + also going on a tangent off of anna @potatoesandsunshine's "our marriage is already bad enough what if we ruined someone else's life with it" theory. and this came out.

17. what is your favourite trope to write

NAMES AND TITLES AND MANNERS OF ADDRESS BABY!!! that shit is like drugs for me. whenever i'm messing around with it i feel like i am at the very height of caring about and understanding my own work i KNOW that sounds obnoxious as hell but like. aghhhhh. im in there THINKING. about specifically when and where and how one manner of address might shift to another and whether that is different inside the narration and out loud and what each name and title means in which situation. yeah im normal about hierarchies why do you ask.

23. where do you usually write

my beloved local coffeeshop down the street from my apartment! i am there as i write this. my regular barista often makes fun of me bc he sees me running for the train in the morning bc i am perpetually late for work. unfortunately the earliest i can make it out of the house in the evening is 7 and they close at 9 but it’s a good two hours. then it’s off to my friends’ apartment (they’re my downstairs neighbours i basically also live there) for like another two hours. yeah i do this every day. i am aware i am insane but it is the only way i get anything done.

24. which fic do you think is your funniest

hmm. i feel like im not often intending to be particularly funny. wait no its definitely open arms. “sokka, panicking: you like guys!” is literally in the description. i wrote it bc of a shitpost. WOW that is possibly the throwback of all time. that’s like the first fic i wrote back when i started getting really Good at writing because i was wildly hyperfixated on avatar and it was covid and i wrote 100k in a year. well well well

33. which of your fic titles is your favourite

ok i did do this one but im gonna give a runner up. TO THE VERY DEAR MEMORY OF [ ] is a personal fave for sure bc it's. idk nontraditional? well it's based off of this image and it took me a long time of testing different things before i figured out a way to appropriately represent that erasure of the name on the headstone by the water...the sensation that there Used to be something there, that there was Supposed to be something there, but all that is left is the water. and i'm very pleased by the effect of the brackets and how it looks on the ao3 page. it just brings me a lot of joy to let myself kind of fuck around and do whatever i think is cool. im trying so so so hard to internalize "get weird with it!" and its the baby steps out here.

40. pick one of your fics and share a quote to go with it (not a quote from the fic, but an outside quote that fits)

ooh ok a throwback. race for a hurricane (speaking of the titles/names/manners of address trope this is my BEST execution of it) + "the french have a saying: the fate of glass is to break. maybe the fate of spies is to just fade away. but with any luck, we leave something behind" -spectre, 2015. im getting that last line tattooed someday.

fic writer asks

#from the inbox #sweetshire #oh man you picked good ones. i love!!!! to do this!!!!! so much!!!! thank u again!!!!<333 #also hello to my friends whom i have tagged. i am out here citing my sources.#ive been rediscovering how fun fandom is as a collaborative activity. i spent a lot of time just kind of quietly referencing a lot of thing #and never saying anything. Trying To Do This Less. the work is TRANSFORMATIVE for a reason!!!!

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Murder Drones Episode 3 Analysis

I was bored and in the mood to theorize, so this series continues. Also, I've given up on keeping these free from future episode spoilers, so be warned I guess.

Right off the bat, I find "3071" to be an oddly specific number, and it is for this reason that I think the mansion era stuff took place in 3021, because 50 is a nice round number that makes sense, and follows the "year of production" thing that shows do, aka, make the year in show the same as the real world date. You may be asking, "Tessa doesn't look over 50!" And to that I reply, Cryogenics, Cyborg, Tessa is dead and that's not Tessa.

Text: [Name: Angela Palmer [Age: 19 [Description: 4'7" Gray hair Grey eyes Grey shirt [Last seen: Confusing the ancient digital artifact collection "The Office with a personality core. [Additional Info: To further prevent further dying, I'm sorry, "going missing," the WDF recommends avoiding the following: Going anywhere, being curious about anything, thinking about making friends, talking to anyone, looking at anyone, ignoring someone for too long, being unlucky, being too lucky around those less fortunate than you, {come on back} Text: [PROM: CLASS OF 3071 [THEME: ANCIENT DARK AGES LIKE YEAR 2000. EWW] [TIME: LIKE TOTALLY WHENEVER] Text: [Name: Kenzie Rivers [Age: 19] [Height: 4'4"] [Last seen: Coonnstantly talking about how much her limbs and organs are soooooo intact, God she's insufferable]

Text: [Name: Lainey Gilmore [Age: 20] [Height: 4'4" [Last seen: Playing the best long con prank on her friends and family

Text: [End of year exams [Where: in the... idk why you... [When: ... i guess [Why: judging your... pay i haven't... (I can't read it) Text: [Name: Dillan Hall [Age: 18 [Description: 5'2" [Last seen: Being a bad person, so this is okay. This is a fine narrative path to take. This is a good message - I'm a hero] <- Liam talking to himself lol

Text: [ERROR: OPTICAL CALIBRATION [20/160]] [LOL NICE VISION [KELSY [SURVIVIAL MODE While we're here, I think it's worth mentioning how V wore glasses in the mansion, but no longer does as a Disassembly Drone. This leads to the conclusion of either: A. With the orbs acting as replacement eyes, any previous visual defects are rendered null or B. V has been walking around with terrible vision, and in the end, that's what will save her from the sentinels, not being able to see them. I mean, we haven't seen her be bootlooped by them, sooooooo- ...Probably the first one

Doll has some weird anti-gravity stuff going on with her hair, similarly to the anti-gravity effect seen in the FINAL DESTINATION trailer

It seems object duplication is within the solver's arsenal Do you think that would work on entire drones, mayhaps related to the Disassembly Drone cloning?

It was revealed in Glitch X that these roaches were originally self-duplicating cleaner bots, but duplicated too much and became pests Just some lore :> THEORY TIME! Today we are analyzing: the symbolism of killing cleaner roaches (yay!)

It has been pointed out by Youtuber Narujen that certain characters, who are seen as more malicious, are seen killing roaches (Pictured above: Doll stepping on a roach), while others...

(pictured: N stopping himself from stepping on a roach)

(Pictured: Uzi healing a roach) ... are seen valuing the lives of them more. What am I getting at here?

Well, What's the other notable roach scene?

When the solver killed the roach in Cyn's introduction scene. While this is most likely simply an indication of the solver's evilness and nothing more, it could also suggest, that while Cyn is a separate entity from the solver, perhaps she's not entirely opposed to it either... Yeah, this is literally just my recent fascination with this headcannon talking. I think the show itself will take the good-Cyn route, but it's fun to think about!

Text: [Phrase, Absolute Solver could mean: [1. It solves math shit (like a nerd)] <- Strong words from someone who built a railgun, oh, excuse me, a "magnetically amplified photon converter." You telling me you didn't use math for that?? [2. It's an algorithm for "big worm thing] [3. It absolutely sucks lol GGs]

Text: [TRUST NO ONE: That's why I don't have any friends... no other reason...

Text: [STRANG DRONES FOUND] [MOBILE, Ala, Oct. 8. - The... Commission today adopted recommendations of the committee of public health closing all schools in the niotion(?) joture(?) houses and theater on account of the prevalence of the epidemic of Spanish influenza (The spanish flu) Public gatherings including Liberty raliee have been ordered stopped. The health authorities have recommended that persons refrain from kissing] I... have no idea what this means. Most likely from pre-core collapse era, but the headline and the text have nothing to do with each other...

Text: [YOU ARE IN RANGE!]

Text: [Gravitational (Waves?) Detected] In light of recent events,

VERY SUSPICIOUS

Braiden's head is still on fire from when Uzi possessed him Also, Uzi sitting directly on top of the desk :D

What's up with the picture on the side of Uzi's locker? Some sort of Drone boyband? An advertisement posted in every locker in the school?

Jank school posters

(Rebecca tripped Uzi with her foot) You can't say she didn't get what she friggin deserved in Cabin Fever

That is... a lot more missing posters than there were before

CAUTION: WET MURDER I want to own one of these

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEZE

another shot of Uzi's room

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEZE

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When I first saw taekook related stuff I always thought tae gives more than he gets and it kind of used to make me sad, esp how quiet jk was during layover release if compared to dedicating a section of weverse live to jm.

Then fast forward to one of his last live before enlistment, the way he sang along with multiple songs felt so genuine, like way more when he was listening to slow dancing along with music from other members, or like when he clowned blood sweat removed lol showing that he keeps up w shit or him revealing bams from daegu or liking that stupid flirty tiktok (no you cannot tell me he liked that as a bro because he's 27? Yeah he's a grown up he knows how it looks or how it'll look) or him hovering around tae during ceremony(? Bangtab bomb) or that selfie v posted(clowns, both of them lol) or even him calling v after/during he shaved his head(i mention this because him and jm are frnds, bandmates but he still didn't know if jm shaved but him calling v sets their equation apart, they're definitely close, I'm seeing why taehyung called him family)

He basically murmured about wanting to be in special force or asking tae to not get hurt in a low tone(both comments felt personal, maybe it's the hopeless romantic in me but I felt like I was intruding on a very personal thing) like idk if they're bfs or friends, i definitely don't think they're fwbs(they're too emotionally invested for that)

It just felt really sweet and heartwarming, like he was being loud about his bond with tae in his own sweet way, on his own terms idk.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that it took me months to understand that jk is very different from tae, I can't expect him to be loud like v, it's not fair. It feels as if he can be a loud person but only on his own terms, he's too private to talk about people or issues close to his heart, which I kinda relate to.

(sorry for a long wall of text🥺)

No problem, Jikooker anon sends me novels lol.

I'm not dismissing any of those things. Some people still see it the way you saw it until the two days before enlistment. I can't really blame them because I did too.

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the-path-to-redemption · 6 months

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I wonder if i should get into rwby? I like sun wukong in any media he is but i wonder if its worth seeing him in rwby despite from what i heard is that in here: sun is his actual first name instead of it being the last name here in rwby

Or do i just stick to fanfics?

I am v fascinated by this sun wukong tho from readin your blog: it seem better if someone else took over this character (imo needs more JTTW esque lifestyle like him being wandering pilgrim and he takes care of ppl who he considered his family like the actual sun wukong from the novel)

Idk so do i?

cont.

Same anon that was asking about rwby sun wukong. I just think its neat if by having a character that has tie to sun wukong, he should share more similarities(or a bit of history) from the monkey of his namesake. Like for example he found a book called jttw (within rwby universe) that detailed how in a pilgrimage a human was traveling with a group that had a monkey in it and they were a family and our sun idolize that monkey and took up his name as his own. Or him got tired of ppl not calling his name right so he just lets them called him by sun(here it be his last name). Idk small details like that but idk much of RWBY besides my knowledge of JTTW and sun wukong.

Long post ahead

Oh boy, anon. are you in for a ride.

You're right that if handled by anyone else, RWBY's interpretation of Sun Wukong as both an allusion and as his own character would've been so much better and I would've liked the route of him being a traveling Huntsman in the world of Remnant instead of being a team leader to a team that half of the members doesn't even like him. It would've made a lot of plot holes and unsavory writing decisions about his character in the books nonexistent.

However, the context of humanoids with animal features in this show relates to a racial subplot that was handled like SHIT. This isn't against you anon, but to have Sun read and idolize a monkey-humanoid entity like the OG Sun Wukong with this context in mind would raise A LOT of issues.

For example, the author of that book (spoilers) would not possibly exist pre-cleansing where humanoids with animal features cannot be found (that's after the global boom boom), so the author would be writing an epic with very racist ideologies in the context of racism in Remnant (comparing Faunus to animals is racist). And uh, yeah.

Please understand that I am highly biased against the show's many decisions involving its writing, but I did very much enjoy its 3 beginning volumes, where the writing and choreography were slightly better and could be excused as "the starting point" of something greater. Hell, that was why RWBY even got some relevancy in Japan and China with the two official mangas, manga anthropologies, game crossovers, and dubs. But I wouldn't recommend it to you, who want to experience a good Sun Wukong-inspired character.

That being said, please make your own decisions if you decide to check RWBY out. I recommend watching Volumes 1-3, or at the very least a famous fight scene between Sun and an antagonist, Roman Torchwick, here.

I wish you the best of luck, and I'm sorry if this answer is lackluster due to my own gripes with this show.

#answered #anonymous #rwde #rwby critical #anti rooster teeth #anti mkek #mkek critical #sun wukong

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barbedwire-and-chokeslams · 7 months

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>:3c

Angle ~ Your favorite storyline(s)? Why?

Card ~ If you could pick the matches for a wrestling event who would be in it and for what event?

*Catchphrase ~ List your favorite catchphrases? -OR- Post a gif of your favorite catchphrases?

*Gear ~ Your favorite and/or least favorite wrestling attires?

*Generation ~ The best time period/era of wrestling? Why?

Luchador ~ Your favorite Luchador -OR- Favorite masked wrestler?

Run-In ~ Your favorite match interference(s)?

Save ~ Your favorite occasion(s) in which one wrestler saved another wrestler? Why?

*Shows ~ Have you ever attended any wrestling event(s)? If yes, share your experience(s). If not, what event(s) would you like to attend?

Thank you so much for asking! I'm sorry this took so long, I wanted to be able to add as many visuals as I could ^^;

Angle: Sandman's entire development, especially the plot of winning Tyler back from Raven. It went on exactly as long as I wanted it to, and it really pushed me over the edge from liking him a lot to unabashedly loving him. Seeing him come out with Tyler on his shoulders is easily in the top three most gratifying moments in the entirety of ECW for me thus far. Sandman in general added something to the whole Raven-Dreamer feud that kept it fresh as I was just starting to get sick of seeing those two. I've been going back and rewatching early '94 to get clips and whatnot and man, he's come such a long way from yelling at Tommy Cairo to PAY HIS BILLS! And I haven't even seen his surfer gimmick yet (I'll be watching the years I inadvertently skipped once I get to the end).

Card: This was definitely the hardest one to answer. I have no clue how many matches are "supposed" to be at an event/on a card, so bear with me lol.

Al Snow v. Rob van Dam. I also want Jerry Lynn in the mix somehow but idk who I'd replace.

Giant v. Tiny - Mr. Hughes or Bam Bam Bigelow for the giant and Mikey Whipwreck or Spike Dudley for the tiny

Rey Mysterio Jr. v. Psicosis or Juventud Guerrera, I'd be happy with either

Cactus Jack v. Sabu

Finale: Three-Way Dance between the Gangstas, the Eliminators, and the Chair-Swinging Freaks

Maybe not the most creative matchups, but I consistently love these guys. For the structure, I like majority bloody/destructive matches with one or two skill matches to satisfy both parts of my brain.

Catchphrase: BANG BANG!

Also, not technically catch"phrases" in the literal sense, but Kronus's laugh, Sabu's point, and Cactus's/Mankind's pigsqueals delight me to no end.

L̷͉̲͌͛E̵͙̎T̴̤̰̈́͗ ̷̖̿M̴̘͎̈Ẽ̸͚̺ ̶͔͂́Ǐ̸̯̈́N̵̮̂

Wait, what was that?

L̴̛̼͈̗̮̹̺͔̈́́͐̃̒̕͜͠Ȩ̸̲̹͉͉̲͈̼̥̠̪̖̐̈́͆͒̾͌̉͜ͅͅṪ̸̥̜̰͕̈̆̀̌̇̽͛̂̊̉́̇͘͠ ̴̬̪̥͔̣̳̲̞̯̯̟̮̠͚͕̟͖͙̻͕̇̒̈͌̃̍Ṃ̵̊͆̀͂̎̀̀̋̒́̀͆͘͝Ė̴̢̧̼̮͉̩̠̭̝̻͔̯͓͍̟̪̿̓̀̏̀̍̌̌͆̽̀͘͠͝ ̸̨̣̟͍͇̤̼͚̩̜̤́́̀̐̔̈́͝͝I̶̫̺̲͚͉͑̈̅͒͐̒̏͒̍͌̆͑͑̔̾̌̒͊̑̕̕͘Ṅ̷̯̤̩͎̭̞͕͈̘̓͆́̑̈̋̓͝

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Ę̷̟̳̣̞͖̠̘͎̘̝̜̦̞̦̣̗͕͔̅̋͑͜Ŗ̸̨̨̨͙̜̲͓̦̫͈̯̦͓͙̬̲̣̬͚̟̰̘̻̠̹͉̖̮͚̥̣͓̳̝̥̯̤̫̫̻̹͗̅̆́͛̍͛̔̿̃̽͒͂͊͗̂̄́̐͆̒̋̄̚̚͝͝Ạ̴̛̛̛̛̛͓͚͈͓̹͙̻̇̎͆̓̎̄͑̓̿̒̓̎̈̆̿͐̈́̑̃̃̂̊̊̎̽̎̎̓͋̃̓͑̍͂͌̇͂̚͘͘͠͠͝͝S̴̛̤̻̠̩̟͔̘̘̪̮̠͖͚̬̻̮̺̥͔̙̱̯̹͕̞̣̀̑̌͌̄̾͆̈́̈́͛̀̌̄͗̀́̂̀̄̔̀͋͛̏̾̆̐̑͛̌̈́́̀̓͂̅͑́͛̾͆̽͜͠͝͝͠Ę̴̨̧̢̧̧̛̗͔̻̜͖͈̯̩̭̣̞̬͓̻͇̖͕̠̥͖̦͈̘͈̩͉̤̩̀̏̾̔̋̑̓̌̽̈́̈́͂͆͒͒̾̏̆̿́̊̈́̔̾̌̅́̒̔̕͜͜͠͠ ̸̧̛͇̗͓̟͖̪̭̫̫̩̳̜̠̻͈̳̖̤̞̙̘̳̩̮̲̦͐̈̓̀̆͗̍͑́͆̋̒̌̔̿̈̉̇͊̿͋̈́͑̌͗̎͂̿̕̕͘̚͘͘̕͝͠͝͝͝Y̴̨̨͓͔̥̠̘̞̲̗̗̱̝͉̯̯̗̟͇͓͈͚̪̩̦̖̩͔̬̻͚̪̪͍̦̰̻̘͛̈́̐̈́̄̾̏̀̑̽̊̇̒̔̌͘͜͜͝͠͠͝Ǫ̶̡̧̡̢̗͈̻͇̭̠̥̺͖̰̠͚̗̦̣̘̝͇̟͖͈͖͕͚̞̖̖̲͇͚̗͔̩̯͉̞̜͍͈̹̠̙̦͕̌̀͘͜͜͠ͅŲ̵̧̧̛̛̦̤͔̗̰̺̦̥̬̮͉̜̳̖̰̪̰̤̫̘̯̞̯̞̬͙͕̩̭̯̣̺̅͋̔̎͑͋́̈́͐̊͊̀̓̑̽̈́̊̈́͌̋̾̃͛̎͑̿̿̇̈́̉͑̈́̉̍͐̂͒̏̃̈́̎̂͑̕̕̚͝͝͠͝ͅR̷̨̧̨̡̡̛̛͖̬̟̺̯̖̘̥̹͎̮̤̝̳̝̰̭̼͕͔̯̤̹͓̲̰̭̪̦̥̞̹̻̖̪̼̽͊͋̈́̈̑̌̃̍̾̓̈́̌̀̿͛͋̇̊̄̒̈́̈̈́͆̈́̉͑͛̏̄̒͗͂̀͛͂̇̆̾̂̂̀͑͌̚̕̚͜͝ ̸̢̢̧̨̧̛͈͈̼̞̝̺̲̪̲̫̲̙̩̩͕̲̦̙̹͚̘̺̱̫̣̰̬̘̮̬̱͙̭͎̼̤͎̱̤͈̮̩͆̈́̅̅̅͋̀̉́͛̀͐̃̾̿̃̀͗̃̄̈̏͌̏̊͛̾͗̀̈́͛̀͂͐͘͝͠͠ͅͅM̸̡̨̘͇̖̼̤̯̝͎̫͕̙̰̜̩̦̻̈́̆̂̐̿̾̆̐̐́̚͜I̵̪͕̝̽̎̈́͂̔̏̊̒̿̀̑̍̔͊̊̓͌̑́̓̉͊̚͠͠N̶̨̡̛̠̝̮͚̗̼̲̳̼̲̼̜̏̈́͑̆͗̓͂̈́͋́̿̑̈̓̏͗̾̌̃̈͗̄̓͆̌͊̓͒̎́̅̂͛͆̔̽̋͌̓̀̿̚͘̚̕͠͝͝Ḑ̵̧͈͎̤̯̱͙̪̳̮̤̟̫͙͉̮̝̺̼̤̘̫̩̘̮͓̹̟̙͚͎̯̣̭̜̹̌̏̉̈̄͌̃̆̅̅͐̀͐̔̏̈́͒̍̅̃̌̈̌͒͛̃͗́͛͐́̀̌̏̽̋́͘̚̚͘͘͜͝͝͠͝ͅͅ

Must be nothing.

Gear: The Pitbulls are my favorite, hands down

Also Rhea Ripley. This outfit especially is honestly just something I'd wear.

Least favorite would have to be the Dudleys. It works very well for their characters, I just can't stand tie dye for unknown reasons.

Generation: Well, aside from one-off things from current WWE/AEW, I've only seen 94-97 ECW thus far (and segments from 96-97 WWF), so that's the only answer I can really give ^^;

Luchador: Rey Mysterio Jr.! I don't really have a solid explanation as to why, or at least no explanation that couldn't apply to other luchadors. I love his speed and agility, and his matches with Psicosis were some of the ones that would make me go silent because I was so enraptured by the skills on display. I also just love the attitude he gives off, both when he is and isn't speaking.

Run-In: Does the Gangstas debut count?

If not, 911's entire existence. Especially him chokeslamming Bill Alfonso!

Save: Rey Mysterio saving 911 from the Eliminators. Despite how much I love Kronus, watching 911 get his ass kicked really fucked me up, so this gave me relief like no other save did. Plus, the four of them setting up for Chicken just for Rey to jump off 911 and take Saturn down off of Kronus's shoulders was nuts!

Shows: I've been to one! There was an indy wrestling event (AXW) at the Legends Fanfest I went to on September 16th this year. I genuinely loved it! I was worried that I'm too used to ECW and I'd be lowkey bored, but they put on an excellent show! I consistently picked the loser lol, but so be it. The show culminated in a Royal Rumble that was a total blast!

Someone I met there said he's taking me to Wrestlemania next year, so I'm obviously looking forward to that. I also really want to start looking into local indies, especially since I live less than an hour from the ECW Arena, which seems to have semi-regular wrestling events (one of which is actually coming up next weekend, so I might be going to that 👀)

#ask game #anon #sandman ecw #cactus jack #john kronus #sabu ecw #pitbulls ecw #rhea ripley #dudley boyz #rey mysterio jr #gangstas ecw #911 ecw #ecw #extreme championship wrestling

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stardew-atlantis · 1 year

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Can I just say that I absolutely LOVE your oc's? And can I ask for some fun facts abt them?👀🤌

YES, YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN 🥺omg I love talking about my OC's

(Idk which ones you wanted facts from but I'm gonna do all of them because why not)

SJ:

while it's not explicitly written into the fic, SJ is actually demi-romantic as well as asexual. It's why she took so long to realize she wanted to be more than friends with Harvey, they needed to develop that bond and trust first before she was able to see him as a romantic option.

SJ teaches Harvey to play Minecraft. They have their own server together. (Harvey mostly builds things and takes care of animals while SJ mines and fights the monsters for him)

SJ knows how to play piano. (Zephyr wanted them to get along better, so he got Elliott to teach SJ piano as a way for them to spend time together)

SJ got her name from that kid in The Blind Side because I thought the name SJ sounded cool XD

My face claim for her is Marisha Ray (with glasses)

Zephyr:

I've probably said this before but I literally can't find the post on my own blog so I'm gonna say it again. Zephyr was actually based on a DnD character I made for a campaign that never got started. It was a cyberpunk themed campaign, so that's why his last name is V, and he was a cybernetically enhanced human/wizard. Which is ironic, because he's basically my only fully-human OC 😅

Zephyr got his name from fantasynamegenerator.com because I wanted a cool robot name. To explain it in stardew, I headcanon that his mom wanted a "Unique" name for her son so she named him Zephyr. (Also since people have asked me this, it's pronounced 'Zeff-er' in case you were wondering)

SJ was the first person Zephyr came out to when he started identifying as bisexual. (He knew for a while, but didn't actually tell anyone right away) Zephyr knew his parents wouldn't approve, so he decided to tell his sister instead. In return, Zephyr was the first person SJ told when she realized she was ace.

Zephyr has done art studies of Elliott. After they start dating, Elliott offers to be a live model for him.

My face claim for him is Bryan Dechart

Isaac:

Isaac is in his early 30's, about 6 feet tall, and he was originally supposed to be an OC for Haunted Chocolatier, but I wanted him to have a stardew backstory so I added him into the main fic. (Yes I already have fics planned for when HC comes out XD)

I don't have a face-claim for him but I made him on the sims before I made his in-game sprite/portrait. He looks like this! (His eyes were originally supposed to be grey but I am still new to pixel art so they're brown, for now...)

I'm still developing his story alongside the others, so I don't have a ton of lore for him yet, but it's coming!

JS:

JS (Jess) is an actual save file that I made in order to do the Joja route in the game. She was supposed to be the Anti-SJ and I'm not creative with names so I named her JS. Her full name is Jessica Sharp.

JS was the reason I first went for Harvey in the game XD I actually married Sebastian in my first ever save file, but after going through all the bachelor's routes on the joja file, I just fell in love with Harvey and he is best boy.

If you count each sentence spoken by JS in "Everest Farm", 22 of those sentences were lies.

JS is an only child in the family she was adopted into.

Despite SJ being asexual, JS is straight (And my only straight OC)

I do have a sim for her too

Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the Essay, I never get to do this XD

#stardew valley farmer #sdv oc #farmer sj #farmer zephyr #asks #oc fun facts #atlantis farm #shanesbluechicken

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ocdhuacheng · 2 years

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Hey, so can I ask about the thought process (idk words but anyway) behind why you headcanoned Hua Cheng as having OCD cuz I'm very interested? :0

KSJDNKSJDFN sorry it took so long to reply to this I promise I wasn’t ignoring you I was just overwhelmed this week and then after I actually sat down to write out my very long answer I accidentally unplugged my computer and I LOST IT ALL so sorry but this version Is going to be rather incoherent and missing stuff probably bc its pretty much just copied and pasted from one of my discord rambles/previous posts bc I don’t have the energy or memory to rewrite everything how I had it before.. but ive kept u waiting long enough so. Yeah. Sorry.

Also if I sound salty at all its not anything directed at you im just pissed at myself for writing like >3k words all in tumblr like a fool and not backing it up then accidentally yanking on my computer cord like RIGHT as I was going to post it. But I promise im actually very happy getting asks like these even if it takes me a long time to respond ;_;

So anyway basically the tldr version is that I have ocd and I love rubbing my terrible little projection paws all over my favorite characters, but also I do genuinely think that what we are shown of hua chengs personality and actions does naturally lead to the headcanon that he has ocd (and ocpd), kind of like how it seems very clear to me that wwx has adhd and lwj is autistic.

Longer version under cut bc. Well. Sorry in advance lol

So. To start off. my ocd got suuuuuper bad in my second year of college, like to the point where my parents and psychologist was considering putting me in a hospital, so i know how awful ocd can get. and because of that ive always been kinda annoyed that all the ocd """""rep""""" in media is just comedic relief kinda stereotypical clean-freak perfectionist haha look at this weirdo sort of thing. like I was barely functional I couldn’t do basic tasks the majority of the time. ironically, my room was extremely dirty and messy despite my main obsession being about contamination. so yeah not all ocd manifests as the spotless perfect room perfect closet perfect desk or whatever the fuck. sometimes its the opposite. I also got put on academic probation bc I failed all but one of my classes (the one I passed was an art class. Lowkey think that class was the only thing keeping me out of a psych ward that quarter. lol. But anyway. That’s a different conversation) BUT ANYWAY it was all around Awful. Like idk it makes me feel kind of stupid for being such a mess before my medications when everyone just sees ocd as a joke or something. like for example, i loove death the kid soul eater, and hes a good character to make fun of urself after you’ve been medicated for ocd, but i wouldnt exactly call him good rep lmao. But after that relapse episode, I kind of really really really desperately needed a character/story to relate to about it but yippee! there are approximately zero (0) canon ocd characters that aren’t comedic relief! but anyway, i know hua cheng isnt canonically ocd but i was actually able to project on him alot from what we got of his personality (and i do gotta say, sorry but despite my attachment to him i dont actually think hes written all that well, but thats another rant), and its part of the reason why i love him so much bc hes like, definitely my biggest projecttion in this regard. so anyway

i mean theres no argument that his personality and actions are very. obsessive, and rather unhealthy to a degree, especially when he was younger, not so much as he matured over literally 800 years lol but he still has some hella issues. so like, [gestures to all of him] with how he chose xie lian as. HIS PERSON, and proceeded to revolve his entire personality and life around him is obvi v obsessive, i think its very obsessive compulsive personality disorder, which is slightly different than just ocd, one difference being (besides ocd being an anxiety disorder and ocpd being a personality disorder.) in that with ocpd, you dont really think theres anything wrong with how obsessive or compulsive you are, while with ocd it causes a lot of distress. (i havent been formally diagnosed with ocpd, but i do think i definitely at the very least have tendencies in that direction too. Like with certain things i know what im doing/thinking is irrational and it upsets me, but with others im just like. why cant other people see this the way i do? why cant they just understand why this is important? like I just get so! Angry! all the time! with people or in general when things aren’t how I want them to be. I get so judgemental even when other people cant possibly know how specific my standards are like I know its bad and I know it makes me act like a bitch and im sorry) anyway……….. sorry about the tangent but back to hua cheng. he is never distressed by how much he fixates on xie lian, the only thing that distresses him is his own percieved shortcomings with how he cannot serve xie lian the way he wants to. im not sure im explaining this well but i do definitely think hua cheng has ocpd as well. his fixation on xie lian actively prevents him forming meaningful relationships with other people, and even causes a lot of antagonism between him and others (especially fxmq). he just doesnt think anyone else is worthy of his attention. which is obviously, very unhealthy and kind of sad. (i do like to think he grows out of this a bit like with yin yu and he xuan, even if he doesnt want to admit it. AND YUSHI HUANG, bc i am also a ysh/hc brotp propaganda machine as well, and well because she was the only one that was willing to help xie lian during the war too. gay lesbian solidarity mwah <3)

so this ocpd thing.. i believe it extends to things like how the temple in ghost city, or paradise manor, is set up, he'd be classic perfectionist for the layout of it all, probably gave yin yu a lot of grief over it every single time he changed his mind and decided to burn it to the ground or redecorate it because it didnt seem good enough anymore for the hypothetical day when he can bring xie lian there. i dont like to think hua cheng treated yin yu badly on purpose, i dont like thinking hes cruel to him for the sake of being cruel like ive seen some people imply or outright suggest, i mean yin yu is obviously overworked but i think part of that is just hua cheng is so perfectionist about certain things (how the temples and manors look, how theyre run, anything that can be used for or by xie lian in the future) and he just doesnt see that its become a large burden on yin yu because he thinks this kind of stuff is just the rational thing to do, and that everyone should put as much thought into these things as he does. and if he doesnt feel like he can get things to be set up the way he wants it to be it becomes. catastrophic lol

so thats more of the pure ocpd side, though there is a lot of overlap between ocpd and ocd obvi

one thing about ocd is like. its all about wanting to be in control of every tiny part of your life. like for me when certain things are out of my control it freaks me out so much that it basically disables me. Its why I hate planes so much despite cars being statistically much more dangerous. Because if something happens in a car I at least have some semblance of control over how I can escape the situation. In a plane youre just. Fucked. (sorry to all pilots its nothing personal I think youre braver than I will ever be but its basically impossible for me to trust you (and the engineers and inspectors) with my life like that) anyway, i despise ambiguity of any kind and i hate not knowing things or having concrete answers to any questions or worries i have. like. i couldnt decide on a hypothetical grad school because i was weighing the possibilities down to like, ridiculous perceived probability percentages of how likely a natural disaster were to occur in the area, and how dangerous said natural disasters could be, etc. (well. i didnt have to worry about any of that in the end bc i got rejected from literally every school i applied to LMAO RIP but anyway.) so you get the gist. its all just very irrational, and time consuming, and ridiculous to try to gain control of every single possible path your life can take. AND I HATE IT. that was kinda yet another tangent but, to apply this concept to hua cheng. one thing that i find super funny about him is how he always has his nose in everyones personal business like hes such a fucking gossip girl its hilarious. like jokes aside its obvi helpful as a ghost king to know whats going on in the 3 realms, but i think he takes his info gathering up to 11 like he definitely has these control issues about having to know about everything thats going on at all times, having to be on top of everyones business so he cant be caught off guard by anything. over those 800 years of sending his butterflies out recording things he was primarily looking for xie lian, but hes also just kind of. snooping. lmfao. Because If He Doesnt Know Whats Going On Everywhere He Will Die. (again)

and well. with his butterflies to help him, it does work, i mean. hes always on top of things hes always got a plan, hes always the one that people are going to in the book if theyre in trouble. He seems so put together but the things he cant get information on completely eat him alive sometimes. cant let others know that tho, bc hes Cool(TM), hes Chill(TM). cant let anyone know there are things that, god forbid, hes IGNORANT of. embarrassing. tch.

his hoarding im a little ? about because i dont exactly remember the details of it but i do know he has a ridiculous amount of like trinkets and weapons and magical items and stuff in paradise manor, but i also know he doesnt really care if they get destroyed or not, which is kind of strange but i do what i want and im making him a hoarder bc im somewhat of a hoarder and i love projecting. though now that i think about it. like if i have a big pile of something that i dont want to get rid of, but someone else does it for me without asking or something happens to it like yeah i get angry but sometimes i also just get kind of relieved……….. idk.

so now about intrusive thoughts, i bet he has suuper disturbing ones. Like we know how he was debating slaughtering those humans on mt tonglu but ended up not because xie lian would have saved them. obviously that was already a stressful unusual situation but like i dont think that kind of thing gets any better even when hes just like. chilling. he gets visions of himself burning ghost city to the ground or attacking humans or destroying his own ashes or otherwise causing harm to others, like yin yu. like he pretends he doesnt care about yin yu and he xuan and stuff but i do think hes fond of them, but he tries to keep his distance because 1) hes dumb and 2) he gets really freaked out by these violent thoughts he has about them. the worst is, when he finally meets xie lian again he gets these thoughts about him too and it takes literally everything he has not to like. throw himself into a volcano, or something.

and its already been established his self image isnt. great. which is a kind way of saying it. he thinks hes worthless and ugly, esp if he does even the slightest thing wrong. I mean I definitely think hes better by the current timeline of the book, but it still reads as a kind of precarious thing to me? Like he wants to be a companion to xie lian instead of just a servant like wu ming, but even after 800 years he still feels this inferiority and disregard for himself u know? If im explaining in an okay way? and body dysmorphia is also something that can be ocd related. OH and i forgot to say this before but ocd/ocpd can also sometimes be a way that ptsd can manifest and id definitely say with all that he was said to have gone through as a child he has ptsd, leading to, well, exacerbated ocd symptoms, among other things. his body dysmorphia is obviously something he internalized (for 800 years!!!) from when he was a child, and i can imagine him absolutely agonizing for centuries over his san lang form, because it was supposed to be his most perfect form, he needed to make it perfect, and he never felt like he could

similarly, for the cleanliness side of ocd that i feel is kind of stereotypical? at least how its portrayed in most media, hua cheng has been show a couple times not wanting to get things (or xie lian) dirty. he was very poor and dirty as a child so now he has the connection of being dirty = being miserable, and this is taken to the extreme when he becomes a supreme bc now hes rich and able to be clean and any dirt or blood on him or something/someone he cares about (’cant let you down the ground is dirty’; shielding the flower, etc) is like. an attack on this power he has now ? iykwim

anyway sorry this is long and rambly. if you actually read it all… respect……. Also ignore those parts where I might get a little too personal :^) like idk if it is but I feel like I might regret some of this in the morning. honks. Anywayyyy as you can see im completely normal about hua cheng im saaaaaauuuuur normal and well adjusted and I just think hes neat oky byeee jumps out my window

#yiling-patriarch-kinnie #hua cheng #ocd tag #asks #tgcf #.txt #cc #anyway a lot of this is copied from other stuff so if anyone sees me repeat things verbatim from another post/chat..... mind ur business <3

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been thinking about the thing you said a while back about pran falling all over again in ep 3 and you're so right... We literally watch pran become more starstruck, giving in to the inevitably that a pran in the vicinity of a pat will fall for him no questions asked

Plus how we see pran's version of repression plays out here too. Where pat's is all or nothing (pran is just a Dude that is There oh Wait I am in love with him and always will be) pran compartmentalises so well. Like, yeah he used to have a crush in high school and he'll think about it and reminisce a little because it's just a silly little old high school moment

And because he's compartmentalised so well, everything before he admits to having a crush everything is Not A Big Deal - he'll save pat in his phone as Just Friend, they'll do their play fighting moment in that room in ep 2 but his reaction to that compared to his reaction to pat applying bruise cream on his shoulder in ep 4?

Idk it's just so interesting, they're such consistent characters.

(plus wai asking him if he has ever had a secret crush when he's trying to write Our Song is the same thing he asked Pat when he was trying to write Just Friend? ✨parallels✨)

(im sorry it took me so long to respond med school's beating my ass 🙏)

yeah yeah like all his reactions to pat start to change from ep 3 like he definitely still has a crush on pat but he was so chill about the rooftop and even the whole wrestling deal but then pat starts butting into his life and saving him again and again like he never stopped loving pat like there's no other way he could possibly feel about pat he falls in love.

no bc pran in eps1&2 is so laidback like his eyes turn fond sometimes but its always after pat leaves, pat leaves him stunned sometimes but he always recovers in time, he found out pat wrote him love notes and only cringed about it, no excitement or disappointment. and then by ep 3 we see him frantic about leaving pat's presence bc 'uh oh feelings', he'll go moony-eyed about pat and can't even shift his expression after pat's noticed and teased him, pat shows interest in ink and he gathers his courage to ask him if he likes her.

pat too has always noticed the effect he has on pran (probably why he so confidently went in for the kiss). its established right from ep 1 when he breaks into pran's room and says he doesn't want to fight and pran just stills and stares and pat panics and says it was pha. that's why in the guitar scene when pran keeps staring and staring and staring at him he tries teasing first but can't shake pran from his daze so again he ups and leaves. which i found so odd the first time i watched bc this is that same boy who keeps drawing up excuses to spend time w pran, to enter his space and now given the perfect opportunity he runs.

pran tries acting v discreet is normally closed off, but to ppl who really pay attention to him he's an open book. and those ppl are just pat and his mom. which is hilarious honestly like its not as if they're particularly perceptive but pran lies in the center of their universe and they have him studied in and out. which makes me think they'd really get along if it wasn't for. yk. but bc its this way, that similarity will probably lead to some childish rivalry btw them and wow this answer totally spiralled i'm sorry fslfsnl

but yeah yeah i love how much thought has gone into these characters like even things that seem insignificant or those that aren't spelled out are so so clear i wish i could write like that

#grapejuicegay #bad buddy #pran parakul #love that i haven't moved on its been months #and i wont for a while i think gnskngls #asks

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taxicabinmemphis · 4 years

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"It’s really scary for me when you do things like this." either prinxiety or analogical w/Virgil saying that about the other side talking badly about themself/being really destructive (like toward themself) and saying things like 'no one cares about me' or 'thomas doesn't need me' or other similar things. :) I'm really on a roll with the angst :)

hi so choosing which ship took a while sorry...it’s pretty much pre-romantic but I guess you could interpret it as platonic if you really wanted to (but actually maybe not who knows idk) (edit: someone said in tags that it can be interpreted as platonic. sweet.)

(tw swearing, arguing (no yelling but virgil gets pretty upset))

Virgil could only watch with fear and sadness as Logan sunk out.

The conversation between the group was nowhere near over, but Logan took that second as his time to leave.

In truth, the logical side thought that he should have left earlier. Or, maybe he should’ve never attended the meeting. It’s not like they’d listen anyway.

But Virgil was now more anxious than usual. He was scared, even. This discussion no longer had the embodiment of Thomas’ voice of reason. Logan wasn’t even on Virgil’s side in this discussion (at least, not completely), but he still didn’t want Logan to leave. In Virgil’s past experiences, Logan was usually right. And, him leaving normally made things worse.

Virgil couldn’t help but wonder if Logan’s opinion was the one they should have gone with. Obviously, his was safer, but Logan’s....

The anxious side impatiently waited for the end of the conversation.

When it did eventually end, he immediately sunk out with the explanation of needing to take a nap.

He appeared outside Logan’s door, knocking as soon as it came into view. He had been waiting to be able to speak to the logical side for a while at this point and was done with patience.

Virgil heard someone close a book behind the door. Nothing else, though, so Virgil knocked again.

“Open up, Pocket Protector,” he said impatiently.

“I do not wish to be in the presence of others at this time,” Logan spoke softly.

Virgil rolled his eyes despite his heart cooing at the delicacy of Logan’s voice. “Too bad. As long as you're not like, indecent or anything, I’m coming in.”

Virgil didn’t hear a response to his statement so he swung the door open. His eyes scanned the room until they fell on Logan, humbly sitting at his desk with a book in his lap. His arms rested on top of the paperback novel.

Virgil’s eyes narrowed on the smart side and he made his way over to the well-used desk. He leaned against it, crossing his arms across his chest and giving Logan a stern look.

“Why’d you leave?” Virgil asked.

Logan didn’t meet Virgil’s gaze and didn’t answer immediately.

“I haven’t got all day, nerd,” Virgil said. “It may be refreshing to see your face but I still need a damn good explanation for your departure.”

Logan was surprised by the first half of his final statement, but decided to speak. “You know why.”

“Do I?”

“No one in there cares about me or what I say. They don’t listen-”

“Hey-” Virgil was nowhere near surprised by this statement, but that didn’t mean it didn’t concern him.

“And it’s not like Thomas will do what I suggest anyway.”

“Logan...”

Logan met his gaze, a hard glare in his eyes. Virgil nearly flinched at the intensity.

“Don’t say it isn’t true, because you know it is.”

“It isn’t.”

Logan rolled his eyes.

“It isn’t!” Virgil repeated defiantly. “Everyone in that living room today cares about you.”

“No they don’t,” Logan disagreed, crossing his arms like Virgil. “They rarely acknowledged I said anything, and when they did, they insulted me. If they do care, they don’t show it well.”

Virgil nodded. Logan had a point. “We show it terribly, you’re right. But that doesn’t mean we don’t care about you or want you around.”

“No one noticed my departure.”

“I literally tried to stop you.”

“You’re not everyone, V.”

Virgil couldn’t help the small smile tug at his face. Logan had never called him that before. He liked it very much. It went well with Virgil calling Logan ‘L’.

“I-I’m sorry, the nic-”

“I know I’m not,” Virgil interrupted, continuing the conversation so Logan couldn’t denounce the nickname or swear to never use it again. “But if I care for you, you can’t claim no one cares for you.”

“That may be true, however-”

“I know we’re really bad at showing our care and love for you-”

“Wait, who said anything about love-?”

“I did. As I was saying, we need to get better at showing our care and love for you. I need to get better. I’m sorry for that.”

“Virgil...”

“I know I’ve been mean in the past—threatening, even. I apologize. That time where I threatened you when Thomas first met Remus? I was scared. I was really scared about what might happen if you were to continue. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

Logan stared at Virgil for a long second, surprised and in thought. Virgil was the anxious side—a dark side as well. His actions followed in accordance with his function.

“I accept your apology, Virgil.”

Logan figured that Virgil wasn’t as actively focused on not letting Logan speak as often as the other sides. At least, he was making an effort to do better. Accepting his apology made sense to Logan at that moment.

“Also, I’m sorry if I made it seem like I don’t care about what you say, or that I don’t want to listen. You made some very good points today; you always do. What you say often interests me. I don’t mean to make it seem otherwise.”

Logan nodded. “It’s alright, Virgil.”

“No, it’s not.” Virgil disagreed. “It’s gotten so bad that you don’t think we love you.”

Logan shrugged. “You don’t. It’s okay. Thomas doesn’t need me, anyway. He doesn’t listen to me and he’s not dead yet so that’s clear. I...” Logan trailed off, looking back into Virgil’s eyes. He paused for a minute, frowning. “Why did you come here?”

The question threw Virgil off. “What?”

“Why did you come here?” Logan repeated. “I listened in; you said you were going to nap but instead you came here. No one else did. You could have napped. It was just a normal conversation. Why did you pursue this?”

Virgil stated at him for a long second, thinking of a response. “I don’t like it when you leave. It heightens my anxiety.”

“I apologize that that happens, but I can assure you it makes no difference whether I’m there or not. No one cares. It doesn’t matte-”

“See, Logan? Stop,” Virgil interrupted. “It’s really scary for me when you do things like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like leaving!” Virgil exclaimed. “Like saying you don’t matter when you’re Logic; something so crucial to every human being. Like saying we don’t care, that we don’t love you! Why do you think I came here? You fucking scare me, L! That kind of thinking can convince you to do the most terrible things that I shudder to even think about. I don’t want those lies to take hold of you!”

Logan had a pained look in his eye, torn between telling Virgil to dismiss his fears or apologize for causing them.

“I apologize for scaring you, but you shouldn’t care. Thomas doesn’t-”

“I am done with that excuse!” Virgil said strictly, standing straighter. “You don’t get to use it anymore. I don’t care whether Thomas needs you or not. Why? ‘Cause he does. Whether you or he knows it. But it doesn’t matter to me. You know what does matter to me?”

“What?”

“You. So listen here, Teach,” Virgil said sternly, leaning over him. “The others care about you.”

“No, they-”

“And even if they don’t, I do.” He took a deep breath. “Because of that, you can’t say that no one here cares for you or loves you. You’d have to kill me first, and even then, you have the others.”

“But they-”

“All that matters right now is that I want you to stay in our conversations. I want you to know that you matter, goddammit. You not being there scares me. I value your input and I savor your presence. I want you there. I care about you.”

Logan shook his head. “You shouldn’t.”

“Yes I should!” Virgil pulled Logan to his feet by the tie.

He stared into Logan’s eyes intensely, eyes narrowing and body hunching just a little to get closer to Logan’s face.

“But even if it was true that I shouldn’t, I would,” he continued. “I will get it through your thick, determined skull that you are cared for. And, I will listen to you. I will come to your room every night and you’re gonna tell me about some cool thing you learned, hmm?”

Logan hummed in return, but was still somewhat scared by the angry side in front of him.

“Because I am done panicking over your absences! Okay?”

Logan nodded.

“Now turn on the TV and fucking cuddle me, you loveable bitch.”

Logan could only chuckle at the fact that the words Virgil said varied immensely from his tone. He did as instructed, sitting criss-cross on the bed as he scrolled through Netflix.

He smiled at Virgil as the anxious side trudged over to the bed, looking like he was calming himself down. He sat on the bed, leaning back against the pillows lying against the headboard. He pulled the logical side back from where he was sitting and against his chest. Logan almost squeaked.

“I gotta prove I love you somehow, Pocket Protector,” Virgil grumbled, tightening his hold on the now blushing side.

Virgil put his head on Logan’s shoulder as the logical side decided what to watch.

#analogical #ts fanfic #logan #virgil #prompt #ask #romantic analogical #sanders sides #somehow-i-got-an-account #logan sanders #virgil sanders #swearing tw #cursing #self deprecation #logan angst #kill writes

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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lmao retail workers always have aces up their sleeves! Anyways, I'm in a sally face mood today and it's been a while since last time I requested something! Can I request some fluffy romantic head-canons for Sally? 💙 ilovehimsomuch I need some cliché high school crush stuff, how would he get his clueless S/O's attention, how does he confess? Kill me with fluff! *swoons*

GJAUIWKUFYVHCHEJBFILAUSOV*PUIG FHAWUIFG F:IAWOFIGAWIUA

YOU LIKE

SALLY FAC E!?#!?!

OF:AH:AWIFHOAWUFHOAWU:FHAW

I SCREECHED OUT LOUD AND I TEARED UP

OAUGIAAWI’M BREATHING HEAVIER THAN THE HEAVY BREATHING CAT MEME

YES YES YEFS YE SYE SYES YES I WILL WRITE ANYTHING FOR SALLY MY GOD, I CAN’T STOP MY EXCTITEMENT, BLESSSSSSS, IDK IF I CAN WRITE PROPERLY, I”M SORRY BUT OMFG I”m SO ENTHUSIASTIC ATM ;AWIHFAWOF:HAWO

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HE IS SO SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL

And yes, now I can write properly, got a 15 minute walk with my puppy and now I’m calmer.All good x

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Poor Poor Sal, if it wasn’t for Larry and his other friends that he met, his Highschool experience would have been a living nightmare...Not that most of his life wasn’t already pretty tragic as it was.

Thankfully, he wasn’t a dumb person, contrary to what his bullies thought, but he wasn’t a genius either, so there were a few times where he might have needed some academic help, and you were there to help, which is how you became friends.

He was absolutely shocked that you treated him so kindly, as if there wasn’t nothing wrong with him - Or rather said, as if he was just a normal kid with no mask, no weird long blue hair with 2 pigtails and a girly nickname or a pretty short stature.

Sal was even more surprised when you suggested going to a nice and more private cafe to study, claiming it would be a much better atmosphere for studying and relaxing, which would eliminate any shyness and nervousness either of you would have, and honestly, he was incredibly grateful for your intuition and kindness with everything.

Your voice was so warm and kind, you were so patient, helping him out with every little thing that for you might seem easy, but he was struggling with...

Your smile was dazzling, looking like literal sunshine, your hair was draping and framing your face like you were a renaissance painting made by da Vinci, and your vibe was so soothing that he felt as safe as if you, a guardian angel, was wrapping her pristine wings around him.

His heart was beating so fast, and at first he didn’t understand why - Or rather said, he didn’t want to admit that he actually fell for someone.

I mean...He’s Sally Face...Who’d ever like someone as weird and disfigured as him...?

That day, when you were done studying, he walked you home, and you smiled so sweetly at him when you waved him goodbye, that he felt his knees weaken.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sal.”

It wasn’t a goodbye, it was a see you later - You actually were okay with seeing him again.

Larry is the first person who hears about everything and you bet he’s super happy about the whole idea, and he’s going to play match-maker no matter what.

His bro’s happiness is the most important thing in his life, after all, and if you showed him so much kindness and were so passive about his looks and everything, then that can only mean you have the potential to be such a great match for the blue haired soft baby.

From then on, Larry is going to make sure you are one of the group and you hang out with them more often, and as often as possible, would get everyone away from there, leaving only the two of you alone.

Sal would try to use some gaming flirt lines or pick up lines, but you’d merely laugh at how funny, cute and imaginative they were, not picking up the hint.

He would give you little gifts, with some occasions even flowers, but you’d only play it as him being a sweetheart with his friends.

He would even write songs for you and will give them to you, but you only thought he was trying to write love songs to express himself.

Everything he tried to do, all the little, subtle...Not so subtle hints that he tried to give you, when he tried to test out the waters...They only made you think he was a nice friend.

He couldn’t realise how you could be so clueless to his affections towards you, and it was driving him crazy.

Not only him, but Larry as well, would groan and hit his head on the desk, annoyed at how blind you could be and how you were forcing Sal to outright confess his love for you, so after a long enough time, when the blue haired boy finally managed to muster the courage, Larry started helping him create a love confession.

He would hype up Sally a lot and help him rehears how to ask you out, what to wear, what to say, what to gift you and so on...

But honestly now, when do plans E V E R work the way they are supposed to?!

He’s a mess, he’s stuttering and blushing like crazy (not that you can see it), he somehow managed to grip so hard on the flowers out of anxiousness that he destroyed them and he basically had to run away so he wouldn’t make an even bigger idiot out of him and make you hate him.

You tried to access his walkie talkie a lot, but he kept it shut out of embarrassment, so Larry was the next best option, and he mentioned a place where Sal would go sometimes when he needs to feel better, so following the directions, you saw Sal playing his guitar while staring up at the cloud, his voice expressing the beautiful sorrow that he felt in his heart.

You listened attentively to the sad lyrics and you realised that he himself wrote the lyrics, and you approached him as soon as he was done with the song.

“That was beautiful, Sal. I never knew you had such an angelic voice. And your guitar skills are really something...Will you teach me one day?” you walked next to him, unintentionally scaring him out of his wits.

That only made him let out a small shriek, jolting in place and hitting his head on a tree branch, and in result, making his mask fly away.

He didn’t realise it at first, especially because you didn’t sketch any kind of reaction when you went to fetch him back the mask, and he only realised it when you kneeled next to him, offering to help him put it back.

Poor Sally freaked out big time, covering his face, saying how you shouldn’t look at someone like him, that you’re too perfect to stay around him, and you could feel his voice wavering, breaking, his eyes glistering with tears.

It took every ounce of power you had to put away his hands and kiss him as gently as possible, only to leave him speechless, powerless, unable to hold the tears from streaming his pale cheeks.

Once you reassure him that he is in no way ugly, and that he shouldn’t ever downgrade his worth the way he did, the only thing he can say is a short and genuine love confession, so soft and genuine that it made your heart skip a bit, seeing the love and innocence in his beautiful eyes.

From then on, you, Sal and Larry would be the terrific trio, but this is a request specifically about Sally, so here goes that.

He’s still going to feel insecure, since you could do SO much better, he says, but you wouldn’t hear any of that shit.

He would let you play with his hair, styling it in any way you want, and hell, if you want to, he could style your hair in any way you want, and yes, that means braiding too.

Sally would absolutely MELT if you’d want to match clothes or hairstyles with him, oh god, how cute would that be?!

He honestly looks at you like a Goddess or something since you’re always so sweet with him, even during the times when you’re sad about something, which is when he knows he must step in and make sure you’re okay, trying his best to at least make you smile, if you can’t feel a genuine laugh.

Sal loves to gift you plushies for some reason and when he sees you cuddling with it on a night when you have a sleep over...You killed this boy.

Overall, he’s...Like...The sweetest person in the world? Would care about you, your heart and your well-being literally above anything else?

Would be okay with hugs and cuddles and kisses of any kind at ANY time you want, no matter the place or occasion.

If you’re in public, he would blush a bit, but as long as it made you happy, it didn’t really matter.

And, I mean, it kinda made him be filled with a certain sense of pride and confidence whenever you’d so freely flaunt your relationship in public because -

YOU WEREN’T ASHAMED OF BEING WITH HIM!!!

And

HE WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE AN ANGEL AS HIS LOVER!!!

So basically

He got the Jackpot.

#sally face #sally face x reader #sally face imagine #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher imagine #larry johnson #fluff #Ashley Campbell

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woahsehun · 2 years

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heyy babes! i wanted to send in an ask for the shipping with skz & nct (and if you could do it for all units);

• zodiac sign or birthday - 4th April, 00' which makes me an aries

• interests/hobbies - mostly dancing, box, cooking, photography/videography, makeup, sometimes drawing. i love discovering good music and traveling, spontaneous adventures with friends are my fave!

• favorite things (foods, movies, media, music, etc.) - i am veeery passionate about ice cream & sour gummies & coffee, i love watching movies (my fave is LOTR), shows and anime, my current fave manga/anime is jujutsu kaisen (also very passionate about nanami <3), as much as i love going out and having fun, i'm also a homebody - my favourite is when its raining outside and i can just cuddle up and chill.

• least favorite things (^) - i hate slow walkers with a special passion, dishonesty and fake people are my biggest pet peeve, also i hate pickles

• dreams/aspirations - i wish to successfully finish my college and get to help those in need, my ultimate life dream is to open a 100% funded by me huge animal shelter. i'd also love to live in a way that can inspire others to be better (i am very ambitious lol)

• aesthetic/style - i really like lots of different aesthetics, but 75% of the time i'm dressed in a slightly tomboyish fit (obsessed with shoes), tho when going out i like to dress sexy - V cuts are my go to, i do like to experiment with my outfits and stay fashionable.

• ideal type - i like guys that have the bear-like feel (since i'm kinda tall and loove hugs), someone who's genuine but direct, funny, smart, has a certain charm to them, i'm a sucker for big pretty hands and bigger noses?? (idk why), someone easy to talk to, i go off of the first click so it's important to me that the person has a good vibe around them and someone that can take my sarcasm and match the energy - basically i need someone to do stupid shit with me. (but shortly said my best friend says my type is skater boys lol)

• anything else you want to include - my personality type is ENTJ

looking foward to your response. thaankss love! :)

I'M SO SO SO SO SOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG </3

I took a break from this account for a bit so I didn't see your ask until now

you seem like such a fun person omg

I do wanna say these explanations might not be super long because of the amount of people, but I really hope that you still enjoy them

alright, it's finally time to get into the ships!

I'm gonna start with nct 127 because when I was reading your ask the first person that actually came to mind out the nct and skz members was johnny! I truly think y'all would be SO good together like ? we already know that johnny is pretty spontaneous and has a lot of interests in common with you already, but he's also so versatile and I think his love of exploring new things is something that would make him a good fit for you. I also don't think he would really care that you were born in 2000. I mean one of his best friends (mark) was born in '99 so if anything he'd probably just be more protective than if you were the same age or older than him.

something about you that I think is more specifically compatible with johnny is your aspirations! as far as I know, johnny loves animals, and in addition to that I think he adores people who have big dreams and are selfless in the way that you seem to be. johnny is an optimist and your desire to help animals, help people, and just overall put more good in the world would be very important to him

I personally can see johnny with anyone no matter their style, but I do think he has a lil soft spot for people who dress a little more casual/masculine. I mean obv he also loves a good red dress or deep v... but u know what I mean. he wants to you feel comfortable in what you're wearing as well as feel comfortable around him, so I think being casually dressed around him might make him feel like you trust him :) also if your skater style matches his that means you can share clothes :)))

lastly, your type is literally johnny. like to a T. - bear like, gives good hugs, genuine, direct, funny, wise, charming, laid back, easy to talk to, good at joking around/sarcasm, good vibe/optimist, tall skater boy with big hands

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next up is nct dream! (I factored sungchan and shotaro into this section when considering who to ship you with)

for nct dream I think I'm gonna ship you with haechan

it's funny that I'm shipped you with johnny and then haechan bc I feel like they're so different, but I'm still gonna do it ahhshchdjs

first of all, y'all would be chaotic as hell with those gemini and aries suns idc idc. I think one of the most compatible things between you two is your love of activities and longing for adventure. since you're both still really young and haechan is also more extroverted there would probably be endless things to explore together. however, as much of an extrovert as haechan is he is also extremely cuddly, and since he's a # gamer boy I also don't think he'd have a problem with hanging out inside as well on a rainy day

haechan for sure loves animals, but he especially loves things that are cute in general. an animal shelter would definitely be something he would support and spend a lot of time at if he had the option to do so. additionally, haechan is probably one of the most passionate workers I've ever seen, all while being very positive and personable. he knows how it feels to work hard to achieve your goals and he knows how happy achieving those goals can make a person, so I think he's another member that would admire you following your dreams no matter what they are. he works pretty much constantly, so if you're also working hard for long periods of time he would also probably be good at cheering up your mood and would be able to give you advice on how to make sure you don't get burnt out

as far as style, I oddly feel like haechan might think tomboyish fashion is super cute ? like he really seems like the type to say you can borrow his clothes and then proceed to call you cute and tease the hell out of you for wearing his clothes. tis' a vicious cycle

due to haechans general attitude and disposition, he seems like a really easy person to talk to. he's extroverted in the way that he may act a little over the top to not make people uncomfortable, but instead to try and make people realize he is approachable and it's okay to joke around. definitely an mvp in the realm of sarcastic banter, and definitely gives off bear vibes mhm

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lastly for the nct units is wayv!

this might be surprising idk, but I'm gonna ship you with winwin!

going back to your hobbies and adventurous side, I think winwin would maybe want you to teach him things ya know? if I'm remembering correctly he's said that he's learned a lot over the years and become more outgoing because of his fellow members, so I think he appreciates relationships where he feels that he can explore things comfortably beside someone he trusts.

obviously he has no problem with animals, and as with the other nct members he admires the drive people show when they follow their dreams. the thing I think does differ with winwin though compared to the others, is that it's almost just the logical path in his head? like other than for fear, why would you not aspire to do more/achieve great things? I mean this man has has dance training, become an idol, and is acting more and more, so working hard and having goals seems to me like something that comes somewhat naturally to him

I think winwins favorite thing about you having a tomboy style would be that y'all can match <3 he may not act super mushy under there, but I would bet that this scorpio sun has some soft spots for being a matching couple (in a cool yet casual way)

winwin obviously has natural charm, considering literally everyone in nct and more is in love with him. winwin has that like underlying smooth sense of sarcasm I think, and he says things with such a pretty smiling face that his clap backs can go unnoticed. winwin is indeed smart, but I think his real strength in this area is his true willingness to learn as well

winwin would definitely be down to do dumb shit with you, especially if either of you have been cooped up for days bc of rain or what have you. he remembers his days in quarantine... never again

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lastly, but certainly not least, is stray kids <3

for some reason, this choice was a bit hard for me, but I think I've settled on shipping you with felix

now that we've gotten to the last ship, I think it's clear that I have unintentionally shipped you with all ☀️ sunshine boys ☀️

felix sould not only love your hobbies, but he would participate in them

some concepts that came to mind: you cooking dinner and him baking for dessert, him teaching you dances or vice versa, him asking you to do his makeup whenever you get a new product/whenever he feels like it, and other things like that. obv felix also loves to cuddle (on any day, but on rainy days especially)

there's so many cute pictures of felix with animals, and I guarantee with an animal shelter you would have a million more. felix is the biggest softy, and his eyes would probably go all sparkly at the sight of animals and at the sight of you achieving your dreams (making myself cry)

no matter what you wear felix would probably be the type to say "ooo you look cute today!" every single day. but when you dress up now that's when the deep voice comes out okay felixxx

here's where I was struggling a bit, because I'm not really sure if he's your type ? but I definitely think he would like you <3

man isn't that tall and doesn't have the biggest hands, but his heart is big and gosh does he make some damn good baked treats mhm

additionally as I was writing this felix one I kind of realized that I might ship you with minho as well! although he may not be the most hyperactive or openly affectionate, he always shows he cares in other ways which I think is a really beautiful trait of his. I also have noted in the past that minho has dragged jisung out to do things with him sometimes, so I wouldn't say he's a 100% homebody either. he knows there's a time for going out snd a time for staying in, and can tell the difference between them well.

you got cats at the animal shelter? cool minho will be there all the time. like I kinda alluded to above, he seems like a really great caregiver to people as well as animals, so I think he would be enthusiastic about helping however he can

I honestly don't think minho cares that much about what you wear as long as you take care of yourself. he probably thinks people look good in most things or is very neutral about it if I'm being honest, so whether or not you have a more tomboy style or not isn't much of a bother to him because he just wants you to be comfortable! also confidence is attractive so if you're feeling good he's feeling good

lee minho is what I would consider a perfect mixture between logical and weird. he has that intelligence and common sense to where he is considered smart, but also is so mf weird, or should I say, logical on another level. for example, when he screams for "no reason", he says his reasoning is that he just felt like it. I mean when u put it like that, I would say that is in a unique way pretty logical, even if a lot of other people might see it as weird. he also definitely has charisma I mean just looking at him I think it's visible. also I have to include that god he has one of the prettiest noses I swear

is it too obvious that I'm in love with minho or was I stealthy enough up until now...

either way I hope you like this and that it was what you hoped for! and once again I'm so sorry it took so long <3

even tho they take a while these ships are really fun, so thank you so much for the ask :) and I hope you have a really great day

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