#and I don’t rly like the look of under cuts so I’d rather not just fully shave it lol

[miss-floral-thief]

Oof

#I cut my hair at an awkward angle and now it looks like I have a bald patch lol #oh well itll grow back tho lately my hairs regrowing slowly #and I don’t rly like the look of under cuts so I’d rather not just fully shave it lol

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

hey so “find me” dropped on premiere and i just watched it, so you know what that means??

it’s review time!

(super rambly as usual) spoilers under the cut

before i say anything, let me say, IT’S FINE, Y’ALL. as predicted. people are gonna be dramatic bc there are daryl/leah scenes, but like...we been knew? and some of them were rly important caryl-wise. (tbh, the episode was kind of boring and just a set-up for other stuff, lmfao)

okay, review:

opening credits, which i think most of us have already seen, were cute. obvi there was some weird tension with daryl that leads to the coming-to-a-head thing at the end, but their banter is still cute af

they went fishing and daryl’s reaction to carol was adorable, and there’s an important parallel later on, so bookmark this

similarly, there’s an important parallel to carol’s “the dead catch up to us eventually”/daryl’s “i ain’t gonna let it”, so bookmark that, too

dog is the instigator for the flashbacks, so if you wanna blame anyone, blame him. he races to the cabin, which for some reason daryl, who spent five years in this forest, seemed surprised to see? didn’t you literally map out that whole area, my dude? whatever

cue flashback!

i might have the scene order mixed up, but i think it starts with daryl being all sad by himself, and then dog as a puppy shows up and he’s like “!!! a dog!!!” which is v cute, and then he runs back off. we don’t meet leah yet

we see carol and daryl having a conversation while standing on opposite sides of a river for no reason except to probably symbolize distance or maybe covid, lol. the conversation basically goes:

carol: things are different

daryl: yeah

carol: how long are you gonna be out here?

daryl: -shrug emoji-

carol: i get why you’re out here, and i’d join you if things weren’t...

daryl: different

carol: yeah

daryl: yeah. anyway, it’s gonna rain, and also i’m having emotions, so ttyl

the end

at some point we see daryl sitting with an extremely unhappy face while it pours rain on him in the dark, and i want that as a reaction gif IMMEDIATELY 

also the rain destroys his “where in the world is rick grimes?” map, which makes him v upset and scream-y, and we get the idea that he might be going a bit bonkers being all alone looking for a dead (or, ig, kidnapped by helicopter) man

in present day carol finds the note, and is like “oh dunk, she lived here??” so she knew about leah, and daryl’s like, “i already told you everything,” and carol’s like, “no you didn’t,” so we go back to flashbacks (but i’m still not sure what parts carol didn’t already know?? whatever, it’s not that important)

i’m just gonna hit the highlights of the flashbacks bc they were not that thrilling:

first time daryl meets leah the dog leads him to her cabin, and leah ties him to a chair and holds a gun to his head being like, “what are you doing on my land?” bc apparently you can claim whole forests during the apocalypse, and daryl says very little, and eventually she lets him go

next time dog finds daryl and he brings her back and leah is like, “the dog likes you” and they’re kinda flirty, and then daryl says very little and leaves

next time daryl is surrounded by walkers and leah shows up and helps and they hide in a tree and are awkwardly close to each other and daryl cannot handle the close physical contact so when the walkers pass he says very little except to tell her to never come back again, lmfao

the next flashback is my favorite bc daryl just fucking

goes to leah’s cabin and throws a fish at the door???

i laughed for ten years

he throws a fucking fish and then stands there for a minute like “is she gonna notice that i gave her a fish??” like, no, dumbass, you didn’t even knock, you just threw a fucking fish at her fucking door, what is wrong with you??

no wonder it’s taken him and carol so long if he thinks throwing fish at people is a smooth move. boy has NO fucking game

anyway, leah gets him back by finding him and throwing the fish at his head, being like, “wtf, don’t throw fish on my porch?” which, fair, leah

IMPORTANT CARYL PARALLEL (from here on out known as “caryllels”) #1: so earlier i mentioned the carol fish thing, and apparently the same thing happened with leah, where she speared a fish on her first try and daryl was like “tf?” v blatant “we are supposed to be thinking about carol and daryl’s relationship during this scene” sort of thing

leah’s backstory is bland. had a family, they got eaten or disappeared or something. she, her adopted son, and dog’s mom got away, but the kid was bit, and died the same day dog was born, bc ig when god closes one door, he replaces your dead son with a puppy, or however the idiom goes

ONLY PART THAT GOT ME LEGIT EMOTIONAL: 

leah asked daryl who he lost, and he says, “my brother”

asklfdjaslfdjskl

god i miss rick

i hated rick for so long and now i miss him so much

but i digress

IMPORTANT CARYLLEL #2: leah and daryl have the same “the dead get you eventually”/”i ain’t gonna let it” conversation as caryl had earlier, only daryl is playing the role of carol in this scenario, so again we’re supposed to be comparing the two relationships. lemme get through the rest of the summary and then i’ll tell you my opinion on what that means

fuck what even happens next?

i have these out of order bc they were all the fucking same, but the two of them get closer, and there is the vaguest suggestion of sex ever. you literally only see daryl’s hand

then jump-cut to them sitting at the table being emo, ig bc daryl was gonna go back to look for rick for a bit, and leah is like “who do you belong with? your brother you won’t stop looking for? your family that you left? [side note: that seemed rather pointed, like, “hey hoe, you abandoned your family, that was kind of a dick move”] or me?” and he says he doesn’t know, and she’s like “yeah you do, now choose”

jump-cut to caryl scene where carol finds him at the river and says that she won’t be visiting as much, and daryl’s like “k” and they have a brief argument where daryl’s all snippy, like, “what? do you want my permission for you to move on with your life? i’m not still emo about the fact that you’re moving on with your life, and i also don’t think it’s contextually significant that every time you show up in my flashbacks you explicitly mention that you’re married and have a kid,” and carol is like, “bro, you need to Get Your Shit Together and come home”

jump-cut to daryl having what i’m assuming is an epiphany that carol/fam have all moved on while he was out being emo, and so he decides to go be with leah, except, plot twist! she’s gone. the picture of her and her son is gone, but dog is still there. daryl leaves the note, which says, “i belong with you, find me”

for those freaking out about the wording about the note, may i remind you that she specifically asked, “do you belong x, x, or with me?” so he was just answering the question

aaaaaand back to present day

carol is like, “what do you think happened to her?” and daryl is all -shrug emoji-, and then she’s like, “...do you think she might have just...you know...left?” and daryl gets rull offended, which was kind of funny

(she probably just left, bud)

carol tells daryl to stop thinking that when people leave it’s bc of him, and connie’s name gets thrown into the mix, and daryl gets a “oh here we fucking go” look on his face, and it sets him off

he said basically what we were already spoiled for. “you just want to run, you don’t know when to stop, i shouldn’t have taken you off the boat bc you still just want to run” etc

and carol looks fucking HEARTBROKEN, which hurt me, and she goes into the other room and we end the episode with daryl staring forlornly out of the window 

the end

okay

so quick analysis

i think the significance of this episode is supposed to be so we have an understanding of why daryl is suddenly so !teamfamily, and !teamfuture, and how badly he wants carol to be there with him. at one point, one of them even says, “this isn’t about leah, or connie,” or anyone but the two of them. the title “find me” feels significant, bc the whole episode is daryl grappling with where he’s supposed to go, and what his purpose is, and by the end, he says to carol, “i know where i belong,” (implying, with her and the fam), pulling us full-circle. in the first flashback onward he is lost, but by the end he is found -cue amazing grace-

daryl and leah were flirty, but to me it felt very much like something that was just being used as daryl character development. we barely got anything that juicy between the two of them (except the fish throwing thing, that was amazing), and i still don’t think that it would make any sense, regardless of the showrunner, to pair daryl up with some rando after having so many other choices that people would have preferred. i don’t think we’re meant to #endgame ship it, so much as we are supposed to be like, “oh, ok, daryl learned the power of family and stability and leveled up, -you know what that is? growth gif-” as a result, i literally have no idea what leah’s role is gonna be in s11, but i don’t think it’ll be a huge plot point

so now we firmly know where daryl stands. he is all about moving forward, not looking back, and doing the best he can, and he’s frustrated bc when he took carol off the boat he wanted her to be in the same place as him so that they could grow together, but she wasn’t and isn’t there yet

so my guess is that what’s next for carol’s storyline is her reaching that same zen-level daryl’s at

once they’re both there, then they get to ride off into the sunset and make passionate love under the moon casting shadows over the vast desert wasteland 

whew

anyway

tl;dr: idk, episode was fine, if not kinda boring. lots of caryllels. can i go back to writing my vietnam war au now? 

the end

(stay hype, stan kang, and get daryl to call carol sweetheart 2k21),

-diz

#thank god i can move on with my life now #caryl #caryl spoilers #twd s10 spoiler #dunlap tp

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Back Again

Word Count: 2,613

Characters: Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce, Stefan Salvatore (brief), Alaric Saltzman (brief), Reader

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warnings: angst, death, small fluff

A/N: this is an AU where compulsion doesn’t break when you turn into a vamp,k?

A/N 2: ISUBADIYG THIS IS RLY SHITTY IM SORRY FOR SCREWING THIS UP I JUST WANTED TO POST TODAY

Masterlist

“What do you think of this dress?” you looked at the white lace dress, holding it up as you spun around, showing Damon.

“I think whatever you wear will look amazing,” Damon smiled as he leaned against the door, scanning your body.

“It needs to be perfect,” you sighed, looking in the mirror as Damon walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You’re perfect. That’s all that matters. Which is why I have something to ask you,” you put your gown on the chair, turning to Damon as you nodded.

“I was going to wait, but I can’t anymore. (Y/N), what would you say if I asked for your hand,” he looked at you anxiously, as you gasped slightly.

“Yes, of course, Damon!” you laughed as you smiled widely, wrapping your arms around Damon.

Damon let out a breath of relief, pressing his lips against yours. 

“I love you,”

“I love you too.”

---

“Ric! Damn it!” Damon yelled frantically, hands in his hair as he watched Alaric fall over, collapsing as he passed the Mystic Falls sign.

He knew he had to save his friend.

He ran through the barrier, as he collapsed, struggling as he felt blood dripping from his chest. He was dying all over again.

“Ric!” he called out for his friend, gasping as he saw something. His head ached, memories pouring as he remembered something. He remembered someone. He remembered you.

“Damon!” Stefan grabbed him, pulling him out of Mystic Falls, while Damon laid on the ground, gasping for air. 

“(Y/N),” he remembered you, his face going pale. 

He remembered you, he remembered what Katherine did to you. He remembered it all. 

“Stefan, do you remember (Y/N)?” Damon asked shakily, standing up. 

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)... oh my god! I forgot,” Stefan’s eyes went wide, remembering you.

“I’ll kill her. I’m gonna kill Katherine, I’m gonna find (Y/N).”

---

“Oh, Lady Katherine, I didn’t mean to intrude…” you froze, looking at her while she had blood dripping from her lips, eyes covered with black veins. 

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Come on in,” she wiped her lips, smirking at you while you took shaky breaths, attempting to keep yourself calm. You unconsciously wrapped your arms around your stomach, even though you knew it wouldn’t save him. It wouldn’t save your baby if she hurt you. 

You had been running around the Salvatore house, frantically looking for Damon. He was going to be a father. 

“I won’t tell anyone. Just please don’t hurt me,” you begged as your eyes watered slightly. 

“Hmm, I heard you and Damon were getting married,” she circled you, as you saw a dead body only a few feet in front of you.

“Y-Yes,” you nodded your head, your heart beating erratically.

“Oh? What’s that? I hear something,” she stopped in front of you, walking closer as your tears fell from the side of your face. 

She bent down, putting her head near your stomach while you remained still, frozen in fear. 

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” she stood up, putting her hands on your shoulders while you tensed, nodding slightly.

“Well, lucky for you, I don’t feel like killing babies. I have another plan for you… a more permanent plan,” before she could say anything, Damon walked to you. 

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?’ he put his hands on your shoulders, looking at you frantically. 

“N-Nothing, Damon,” you wrapped your arms around him tightly, closing your eyes as a few tears fell, feeling safe as he held onto you. 

“Lady Katherine. We’ll see you around,” Damon nodded, holding your hand as he led you out of the room. 

---

“So, who exactly is she?” Alaric sat next to Stefan, while Damon paced in front of them. 

“She’s my fiance. O-Or was. Katherine put her in a sleeping spell somewhere, and she compelled me to forget about (Y/N),” Damon felt anger coursing through his veins, making his blood boil. 

For over 100 years, you were trapped, by yourself, unconscious. 

“When we went into Mystic Falls to get Alaric, the traveler’s spell must’ve broken the compulsion,” Stefan realized. 

“We were about to get married,” Damon sat down, holding his head in his hands, in distress. 

“I’m gonna track down Katherine, kill her, and save (Y/N). Then we’ll finally get out happy ever after,” Damon said, talking mainly to himself. 

“Well, let’s get started on finding Katherine.”

---

“Damon?” you walked in the room, confused as Katherine had her lips pressed against Damon, pressing him against a wall. 

“Who are you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as you looked at him. 

“W-What did you do to him?” you asked shakily, looking at Katherine.

“Don’t worry about it,” within a second, she somehow appeared in front of you, gripping your arm tightly.

“I-I didn’t tell anyone your secret. I-I,” you stuttered, trying to save yourself.

“Oh, (Y/N), don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s just…” you felt a pulse of energy go throughout your body, feeling your legs giving out.

“What are you doing to me?” you asked softly, feeling yourself getting weary. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Katherine held onto you as you collapsed into your arms, laying you down on the floor gently. 

---

Your eyes widened as you gasped for air, looking around cautiously. It was dark, you were confined in a small space you assumed to be a coffin.

Your body felt weak, feeling your throat dry. 

My baby

You remembered the last thing that happened, remembering Damon, remembering you were pregnant. 

You used what little strength you had, trying to push the coffin open. You felt tears sliding down your face, as you struggled, feeling pressure against it. It was buried, it had to be underground. 

You felt the air go thin, as you continued trying to open the coffin, gasping for air. You tried to yell out, as your throat only tightened, throwing you into a coughing fit as you cried.

---

“Just look for her headstone! I-If we killed Katherine, then she’s awake. She’s trapped. She doesn’t have long!” Damon yelled angrily, while he and Stefan listened carefully, trying to find any sign of life in the quiet graveyard. 

Damon stopped, hearing faint noises of someone crying. It was you.

“She’s here!” Damon ran to an unmarked gravestone, his heart beating fiercely while he began digging your coffin out. 

---

You felt the air grow stronger, as you cried softly. The coffin opened slowly, as you scrunched your eyes, adjusting to the moonlight. 

“(Y/N)?” you heard a familiar voice as you opened your eyes, looking up as you felt instant relief. 

“D-Damon?”

“Shh, you don’t have to speak. It’s me. I’m here, I got you,” he held wrapped his arms around you as he lifted you, while you hung onto him tightly.

“We need to get her to the hospital, now,” Damon said.

You could feel your head pounding, looking around in the unfamiliar sight while you felt panic rise in your heart.

---

You opened your eyes, flinching at the fluorescent lighting that hit your eyes while you looked around to the unfamiliar machinery. You were in some room of some sort.

“D-Damon?” you lifted your head, looking at him.

“(Y/N),” he held your hand, kissing it softly.

“Where are we?” you asked him.

“In a hospital,” you gave him a blank look, unsure of what to say.

“W-What’s all these… things here?” you asked, referring to the machines.

“I-I'll tell you everything, but the most important thing to know is that it’s the year 2016, and a lot has changed, but I’m here, okay?” he asked, stroking your hand.

“2016? I-It’s not 18-” you began.

“No, that was over 100 years ago,” he said softly.

“T-Then how am I alive? How are you alive?” you asked nervously.

“It’s a long story, and I promise I’ll tell you once we leave here, okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded, before speaking again.

“D-Damon, I-I was… I was pregnant…” you said softly, squeezing his hand softly.

“Y-You were pregnant?” he said, shocked.

You nodded your head softly, placing your hands over your stomach.

“B-But I-I don't know if I still am, a-and,” you sniffled.

“Yeah, y-you are,” he said.

“How do you know?” your voice broke.

“I can hear it,” his eyes watered as he looked down at you.

You felt tears rush to your eyes, as you held onto Damon tightly.

“It's all okay,” he kissed your forehead softly, stroking your back while he hugged you.

---

After Damon had told you about everything, from him being a vampire and Katherine, to all the changes with the world that happened. New technology, new vehicles. So much had changed.

“Do you remember the day that you… do you remember what happened before Katherine…” you knew what Damon was asking while you nodded your head.

“I just wanted to tell you, she compelled me to forget all about you, I would never… I loved you and,” he paused, unsure of what to say.

“Damon, I understand. I knew you would never do that to me,” you held his hands as you stood in front of him, looking down.

He smirked, as he stroked your cheek, pressing his lips against yours.

“(Y/N), would you still marry me?” he asked softly.

“Of course I would, Damon. I-I thought you’d move on by now, and-” he cut you off.

“I was under Katherine’s spell, I forgot you existed. But now I know, and there’s no one else I’d rather be with,” he said.

You felt warmth in your heart as a smell crept up your face. All you had of him were memories that went around in your head, nothing compared to him standing in front of you, being with you.

“I love you, Damon Salvatore,” you said softly.

“I love you too, Mrs. (Y/N) Salvatore,” he bowed down in front of you while you laughed, wrapping your arms around him.

---

You held your son in your arms, nursing him while you rubbed your head.

It was 3 in the morning, and he cried a lot. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, while you forced yourself to stay awake. Unfortunately, your body didn't agree with you, as you fell asleep, holding your son.

“(Y/N),” Damon walked into the room, seeing you asleep, with Ric in your hands.

He began crying again, almost immediately, waking you up.

“Oh,” you shot your head up.

“Go back to sleep, I got him,” Damon rushed to your side, holding your son.

“Oh, Damon, it’s alright,” you protested.

“It’s okay, I’m his dad, you know. Go to bed, I’ll put him to sleep,” you smiled softly, looking at Damon.

“Goodnight, my love,” you said softly.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” you closed your eyes, laying on the bed, wishing you could stay like this forever. Stay with your son, stay with Damon. It was all so perfect.

---

“Morning, (Y/N),” Damon opened his eyes, looking at you, still asleep.

He chuckled softly to himself, stroking your cheek.

“(Y/N), we have a busy day filled with wedding planning. You need to wake up now,” he said softly, resting his head on his palm while he put his arm on waist.

“(Y/N),” he frowned, sitting up as he looked at you.

“(Y/N),” his face dropped, listening to your heartbeat.

“(Y/N), this isn't funny,” he got up, shaking your body.

But you remained still, you remained unconscious.

He put his hands on your head, entering your mind as he closed his eyes.

---

“Please, I’m looking for Damon Salvatore,” you ran to a random person, begging them for help.

Someone had to know where he was.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I’m looking for Damon Salvatore, can you please help me?” she ignored you, walking past you you cried softly.

“Will someone help me, please?” you cried.

“(Y/N),” you looked up, hearing a familiar voice, Damon’s voice.

“D-Damon,” you cried, rubbing to him as you wrapped your arms around him tightly.

“What are you doing here? Are you okay?” he asked alarmed, holding you.

“I-I don’t know… I tried to look for you, but everyone kept ignoring me,” you looked up at Damon.

“(Y/N), something’s wrong. This is all in your head. You weren't waking up,” Damon explained, holding your face in his hands.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“We’re in your head, (Y/N),” you felt your face drop as you looked at him.

“What do we do?” you asked softly.

“I-I have to leave you. I have to go and find out what happened,” he explained.

He has to leave you felt your heart racing as you nodded.

“I’ll be back,” he said.

You nodded your head, as he kissed you.

“It'll be okay. Bye,” you held his hand as he disappeared in front of you, leaving you all alone.

---

You jumped up in the bed, looking around, seeing no one there.

“Surprise,” you jumped, hearing Katherine’s voice from behind you.

“Get away from me,” you stumbled out of bed, running away from her.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N), let’s have some fun!” she exclaimed, jumping in front of you, while you stumbled back.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” you said, keeping a distance from her.

“I needed to get rid of Damon somehow,” she shrugged, walking towards you.

“What are you gonna do to me?” you asked softly.

She shrugged, revealing a knife in her pocket.

“Just thinking about some fun we can have,” she replied.

“Y-You didn't… why didn't you kill me before,” you asked.

“You were pregnant. Now you’re not,” she said.

You felt tears rush to your eyes.

“Y-You don’t have to do this,” you said shakily.

“No, I really do. You’re annoying, (Y/N). With your little ‘I’m so happy’ attitude, and your picture-perfect life with a man you love, a son. You don’t deserve it,” her face tensed up, glaring at you. yeah yeah 

“Katherine, please,” you begged her, you stopped as you felt your back hit the wall.

You felt your heart beating quickly, as you made a decision.

You bit your lip, clenching your fist as you punched Katherine, running to the door as quickly as you could.

“Oh, you bitch!” she yelled.

“Damon!” you screamed, calling out for him as Katherine grabbed you, pulling you to the ground.

“Damon!” you cried.

“Didn’t think you had it in you,” Katherine said.

You could hear Damon yelling, calling your name as he ran up the stairs.

“And that’s my cue to leave. Bye,” your eyes widened, feeling the blade enter your chest as you let out a soft cry.

“(Y/N),” Damon ran to you, holding your hand.

“Damon,” you cried, feeling the blood dripping from your wound.

“H-Here, it’s okay, j-just drink my blood,” he bit his wrist, as blood dripped from it.

“I-I can't,” you cried, feeling pain emit throughout your body.

“Here, just drink it,” you cried out as he pulled the knife out of your chest.

He put his wrist on your mouth, as you drank his blood, coughing it up.

“Why isn't it working?!” he yelled.

“Damon,” you cried.

“You’re not gonna die on me. (Y/N), I just got you back,” he cried.

“D-Damon, keep him safe. Keep our baby safe,” you cried, feeling your breath leaving you.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Damon…” you closed your eyes, as your breath shallowed.

“I’ll keep him safe, I promise. I love you,” he said softly, looking at you.

“(Y/N)?” he said softly, eyes red as tears fell from them, holding your dead body in his arms.

“(Y/N).”

#the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries fanfiction #the vampire diaries family #tvd imagine #TVD #tvd family #tvd fandom #tvd fic #tvd universe #Damon #damon salvatore #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore angst #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore fluff

[mavzoon]

Yandere Bruno x fem/reader smut

So. I didn’t know exactly how to write Bruno’s stand from the perspective of a non-stand user. So. Let’s just think that the reader can only feel strength leave the places that are being zipped. (I also re-watched the episode where Bruno uses his stand on Giorno and he says something along the lines of “does it feel as if your head is about to fall off?” and so I kinda based the readers reaction to his stand after that.

Trigger warnings: Dubcon (def more noncon headed), yandere stuff, a lot of dirty talk (though its rly soft bc Bruno), mild body horror I guess?? Bc Bruno uses his stand on the reader. Just a lot of Bruno being a ‘sweet’ yandere for the reader.

Word count: 2915

Le sin under the cut

The first thing you felt was a throbbing in your head. You looked around, vision still hazy and found that you were in a lavish bedroom. For a second, you thought that it had to be a dream. Then your head throbbed again, and for the first time, you noticed the fact that another person was holding you. You rolled around to see who it was only to be met with a face that might as well have been a strangers. 

You’d see that man before. Usually, you’d forget the faces of strangers, but there was something about his blue eyes and bob cut that made you remember him. Or maybe it was the politeness he showed you when he bumped into you. You couldn’t remember his name. The only thing you knew for sure was that you had no idea how you ended up there. 

You’d gone drinking last night, and at some point, you must have passed out. You weren’t that surprised by having woken up in a strangers bed after a night of drinking, but the thing that puzzled you was that you didn’t even remember seeing the blue-eyed man in the bar. 

Ever so slowly, you pulled yourself free from his grasp. You were about to stand up and sneak away when a strong pair of hands pulled you back down.

“Hey! I’ve got to go now!” You yelped as the man pulled you back into his arms.

“Oh? And where exactly are you planning to go, love?” Though his voice was soft and sweet, you furrowed your brows at what he had said.

You turned to look at him. “Home. I have work and- Hey!” 

The man pulled you against him, and your face pressed up against his bare chest. 

“Oh, but darling, you are home,” he smiled, his eyes not showing even the slightest hint of malice. 

Without even thinking, you kicked yourself away from him and sprinted at the door. At once, your legs gave away, and you fell on the ground, hitting your head. You tried to stand up, but for some reason, your legs wouldn’t co-operate. You whipped your head back, but seemingly there was nothing wrong with your legs. All of the strength below your thigh had just vanished. You screamed. You kicked about, tried to crawl away and thrashed around like a fish on land. 

“Oh, sweetheart, I wish you’d calm down. You could hurt yourself!” The man walked over to you.

You tried crawling away, but you were stopped by the wall hitting your back. “Don’t hurt me!” You threw your hands up and whimpered.

The man tilted his head, looking almost confused. “I’d never hurt you!” He smiled and knelt next to you, placing a warm hand on your cheek. “I love you.”

You felt as if your heart had stopped. “I don’t even know you, just… Let me go, please,” you begged as tears began to slip down your cheeks.

“Oh, darling, please don’t cry.” He wiped the tears away, only serving to scare you even more. “My name is Bruno Bucciarati. Though it does hurt a bit that you’ve forgotten my name, I won’t hold it against you. It must’ve been stressful, living in that chaotic world all by yourself. But don’t worry! You’re safe now.” He pulled you into a tight hug. 

This has to be a dream, you thought. Soon you’d wake up and go on with your normal routine. You’d go to that job you don’t care about and spend time with the coworkers who barely knew the real you. You’d-

The stranger, Bruno, placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You don’t have to worry about anything ever again,” he pulled away and looked at you, eyes full with something close to affection. “I’ll take care of you.”

You tried pushing him away, but he grabbed your hand and smiled. “I understand this all must be so confusing for you.” He smirked as if he’d figured something out. He pulled your hand near his face and kissed your palm so gently it barely felt like a tickle. “I was planning on waiting, but I see now that I must show you just how much I love you,” he whispered as a kissed down your palm to your wrist. 

The implications were not lost on you. “P-please don’t! J-just let me go…”

“Hush, you’ll see soon enough that this is for the best.”

“But-”

He interrupted you with a kiss. You tried yanking yourself away, but he followed, eventually trapping you under him, your back pressed against the floor. You tried pulling away once more, placed a firm hand on your side, keeping you in place. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you love every second of this,” he said as he began trailing kisses down your neck.

You were damn-near trembling with fear. “I- I don’t want to-”

“Yes, you do.” Bruno pulled back and picked you up. You tried wiggling yourself free, but the strength was still gone from your legs, and you felt as if they might fall off any second. As he carried you back to the bed, he trailed a finger over your lips and smiled. “You love me. You just don’t know it yet.”

The utter intensity of his gaze made you feel as if you were burning up. At that moment, you realized that there was no reasoning to be done with the man. He had made up his mind. You wished you could escape, but with the spell he’d put on your legs, you knew you couldn’t do that. All you could do was endure whatever hell he’d put you through. 

And so you closed your eyes and grit your teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing your reactions.  

He laid you down on the bed so carefully it was as if he thought you’d shatter from the smallest bump. You turned your head away, refusing to look at him as he crawled on top of you. Just having him near you made you feel as if you’d suffocate. 

He swiped a stray hair away from your face. “This is one of the things I most love about you. You’re so headstrong and determined.”

He leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your head away, so his lips found your jaw instead. Bruno didn’t show even the slightest hint of disappointment. He kissed down your neck ever so slowly.

“Amore, you may act as indifferent as you want, but I won’t be deterred.” He pushed one hand under your shirt, his fingers barely touching your skin as he pushed your shirt up. “If it were up to me, I’d kiss you for hours.” In a second, your shirt and bra were split open and pulled off. You opened your eyes and looked about, your brows furrowed. They were next to you, unbroken. 

“Are you a demon?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

Bruno chuckled, his warm breath hitting your skin, giving you goosebumps. “No, darling, I’m the love of your life.” 

He dove down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and licking it. You couldn’t help but whimper. You’d dreamt of finding someone who’d take things slow with you and love you. Never in your wildest dreams would you imagine it would happen like this. 

You’d been fine if Bruno had just bent you over and treated you as if you were worthless, so the fact he was treating you as if you were a porcelain doll was unbearable. You half wanted to tell him to hurry up so you could leave, or at least try to. Then again, you didn’t want to make him think you actually wanted any of this. 

Lost in thought, you yelped when Bruno slid one hand under your pants and began to pull them down. He switched to playing with your other nipple. 

The fact that he was treating you better than all the other lovers you’d had in the past made you seethe with disgust. 

“Hurry up! If you’re going to take me against my will, then just fucking do it!” You snapped. 

Bruno pulled back and stared at you, his eyes wide. “I’m not going to hurt you like that. Can’t you see that I love you?” He sounded genuinely upset.

You laughed, “You might think you do, but you really don’t. And I most certainly don’t love you!” 

Bruno looked as if he might cry. “You do love me.” He leaned in and kissed the valley between your breasts, his hair tickling your skin. “And I love you more than anything.” You shivered as his breath hit your stomach as he slid lower. He stopped at the hem of your panties, kissing just above them. 

“You are the most precious thing in the world, amore mio,” Bruno whispered as he pulled down your panties so gently as if they were made of silk. He visibly shivered at the sight of your exposed pussy. “beautiful,” he breathed out with a shaky voice. 

At that point, you weren’t even sure you’d been able to run away even if he hadn’t put a spell on your legs. You wanted to beg him to stop, to let you go. 

Bruno kissed your inner thigh. You tried closing your legs, but he held your thighs open with warm, gentle hands. “I’ve been waiting to taste you for so long, I can hardly wait.”

Without warning, he licked along the entrance of your pussy and moaned. You whimpered, not so much from the feeling but rather from embarrassment.

“You’re exquisite!” Though he had seemed to want to take things slow, he wasted no second before diving down once more, licking your pussy with such dedication it was as if he wanted to worship each tiny part of you. 

At times, he would plunge his tongue into you and swirl it around, making your toes curl. Then he’d suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it, dam near making you cry with his skilled movements. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he just hadn’t known what to do, but he did, and now you were left struggling to hold back your own moans. 

“It’s okay, you can let go for me, amore,” Bruno whispered, his breath tickling your pussy. “Let me hear that sweet voice of yours.” 

You shook your head. “N-no,” you spat though your toes were curling with the effort of stifling the noises a part of you was so keen to let out.

You felt Bruno smirk. “My, my! You’re so tense, my love! It’s okay, though. I know you must be excited as well.” 

You yelped as he pushed two fingers into your dripping pussy and curled them, stroking your g-spot. “That’s it. Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours,” he whispered, sucking on your clit again, his movements so gentle and sweet you wanted to cry. 

“Look at the way you’re trembling! You can’t wait until I bury my cock into your pretty little pussy, can’t you? Don’t worry, I can’t wait either but...” he pulled back, and you raised your hips without thinking, a part of you wanting his mouth on you again. 

Bruno smiled, your juices glistening on his lips. “I think I’ll make you come first on my mouth and only then, I’ll give you my cock.” 

He added in a third finger and sped up his movements. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue swirling against your sensitive clit was steadily guiding you towards your orgasm. 

“Go on, don’t you want to cum for me?” Bruno hummed. You whimpered and grit your teeth. 

“Y-you can’t make m-me-” you bit your lip, trying not to cry out. 

“Hmm? What was that, my love? Did you want me to stop?” he pulled away.

“No, don’t!” You yelped before you could stop yourself.

Bruno smiled, his expression full of awe and desire. “How could I ever deny such an earnest request from someone as enchanting as you?” 

With a few more practised curls of his fingers and flicks of his tongue, you came, your body trembling as Bruno held you in place, his movements never once stopping or slowing. You whimpered through your gritted teeth. Then he groaned against your pussy, lapping up your juices. You moaned as he licked it all up as if he’d never tasted anything as delicious before.

He pulled back and smothered your face with kisses. You could taste yourself on his lips. 

“Cara,” Bruno whispered in your ear. “You did so well.” 

For a brief second, you thought it might be over, and you weren’t quite sure if you felt disappointed or glad. 

Then you heard the clinking of a belt and tensed up. “Shh, no need to worry, cuore mio, this won’t hurt a bit.”

You didn’t bother protesting when the tip of his hot cock brushed against your entrance, smearing precum over your wet pussy. 

“Hurry up,” you whimpered.

Bruno chuckled. “Darling, we’ve got all the time in the world, but… I’ll indulge you since you’ve been such a good girl.”

He aligned his uncovered cock at the entrance of your pussy and pushed in with one smooth thrust, never once looking away from you. You yelped. The stretch of his cock didn’t even sting because he’d fingered you earlier.

“Fu- amore! You’re so soft and, God, you’re so tight!” Bruno whimpered as he kissed your neck. He pulled back only to thrust into your dripping pussy.

You whined at the soft pace he set, hating how good it felt, hating how you were already giving in and tightening around his hard cock. You tried your best to ignore everything that he was doing, the way his cock was brushing against your g-spot with each thrust and the way his soft, sweet voice sent warm shivers down your spine. 

“T-that’s it,” Bruno panted. He took hold of your hands and pushed them above your head before kissing you as if his life depended on it, his chest brushing against your breasts. 

Everything about this situation was overwhelming, from the heat of Bruno’s cock, the sweet little moans he was letting out each time you took in all of his cock and the way he was looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. You threw back your head and moaned, giving up on what’s right and wrong. What did that matter when this man you barely knew, who claimed to be the love of your life, was making you feel like an angel?

“B-Bruno! Go faster,” you moaned into his ear. You smiled weakly as he gasped.

“Anything, ah, for you, my love,” he whimpered as he grabbed your hip and began thrusting into you at a furious pace. A part of you still wanted to hate him for taking you against your will, but you found that you loved the way he was worshipping you even more. 

“Is- fuck, is that all you can do, signore?” you bit his neck.

Bruno let out a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan. He looked at you, his eyes clouded with lust. He let go of your wrists, and you pulled him into a kiss, tangling your hand on his soft hair. 

“I love you! I love you so much, fuck,” Bruno wrapped a hand around your throat but didn’t squeeze. He held you so close your noses nearly touched, the heat of his body warming you, surrounding you. It made you feel safe in the worst of ways.

“I love you too,” you whimpered, voice barely audible.

Bruno stopped abruptly and stared at you, his eyes wide. He thrust back in, and you yelped. “Say that again,” he growled. For the briefest of seconds, you remembered that you were in all actuality, incredibly far away from safety.

“I love you, Bruno,” you dug your nails into his back.

He snarled and bit your neck. “Again.”

“I love you so much! I, oh God, I love you more than anything, please! Please just f-fuck me harder!” The way his hard cock was hitting your sweet spot, his soft panting and whimpering above you and the slapping of his balls against your ass was all bringing you so close to cumming you felt as if you might break.

“C-cum for me,” Bruno buried his face on your neck and whimpered. 

You came with a high pitched moan. You gasped as you regained the control over your legs. Without even thinking, you wrapped them around Bruno’s waist and pulled him as close as possible. 

“Cum in me, Bruno,” you moaned before kissing his cheek.

Bruno gasped as he came, his cum warm in your sensitive pussy. He stayed there for a few seconds, panting before pulling you into a heated kiss once more. He nibbled at your bottom lip and pulled away to look at you. “I really do love you.”

You blushed. On some level, you realized it wasn’t right, but you couldn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat at his words.

“You’ll stay here with me, right?” Bruno pushed a stray hair away from your face and stroked your cheek. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”

At first, you’d have protested, but now it was as if all the fight had been fucked out of you in the sweetest way possible. You smiled. “I’ll stay.”

#bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati yandere #JJBA fanfiction #jjba x reader #sin #dubcon

[zeni-chu]

Warmth

Zenitsu Agatsuma x Reader

A/N: this is entirely self-indulgent 😂 I love him so much and I get cold rly easily myself so I couldn’t help myself 😌

Pairing: Zenitsu Agatsuma x Reader

Warnings: None rly!

Words: 1900 

The blizzard winds howled as the sky powdered the earth with little white flakes of frost, chilling you to the bone. Your hands tightly gripped your arms as you cross them over your shivering frame, trying to hold in whatever body heat you had left. Walking beside you was your comrade and best friend Zenitsu, the two of you had been sent on a mission to a village high in the mountains. His teeth chattered as he too wrapped his arms around himself to keep himself warm however he could. The coats the two of you had brought gave you a bit of warmth but did little to block out the piercing cold of the icy storm. You were always one to get cold easily, so the situation you had found yourself in was hell, seeing as you were absolutely positive there was going to be no way you’d be able to get any sort of warmth on this journey.

“Th-this sucks! We’re going to freeze to death out here!” He whined, a panicked undertone to his words. You half agreed internally, yet kept your thought to yourself as you attempted to respond in a way that would calm his worries, “I think we should find shelter and wait out the blizzard!” Having to raise your voice to be heard above the storm, your throat stung from the cold air you were sure was in the negative temperatures. You received only an eager nod in response, turning your gaze to scan the area around you for any semblance of a shelter. Your eyes landed on what looked to be a sort of cave in the side of the mountain you were ascending, pointing towards it with hope, “There! Come on Zenitsu let’s hurry!” You grabbed his hand to tug him towards the cave causing him to blink in surprise and pushed down the pink that dusted his cheeks to focus on following you.

Shuffling hurriedly through the deep snow, the two of you stepped through the mouth of the cave, pushing forward to the back wall to put distance between you and the blizzard. Your breath puffed in clouds but the lack of strong winds and falling snow was a welcome change.

After catching your breath you decided to build a fire using the sticks you had packed in your bag. “You brought firewood with you?” Zenitsu broke the silence with a curious tone.

“Well, yea. I knew we wouldn’t make it to the village in one day, and it’s on a snowy mountain,” you stated in a matter-of-fact way, “I decided to play it safe and bring some stuff with me in case anything were to happen. And lo-and-behold!” Ending with a slight smile, you struck sparks onto the patch of kindling, gently blowing on the small flames to help them grow. Placing the kindling under the firewood and making sure they stayed lit, you sat back with crossed legs and moved your bag to the side to give yourself room, all the while honey-colored eyes watched your every move subconsciously. As you shivered and warmed your hands against the flame you felt his gaze and looked up to match it, casting him a smile that warmed his cheeks. He looked away bashfully as he too and held up his hands to the fire, not a sound between the two of you other than the howling winds and crackling firewood. The silence between the two demon slayers left Zenitsu to his thoughts, all of which seemed to wander to (Y/N). The way your contagious smile could brighten his mood to matter what, the way your angelic laugh made his heart squeeze, the way you never ran out of patience for the boy and his antics, the way kindness seemed to drip from your very being; everything about you was absolutely infatuating to him.

“Zenitsu?” The boy was dragged out of his thoughts by your call, concern lacing your tone.

“Y-yes?”

A soft sigh made its way past your lips, which curved upwards in a gentle manner, never once losing your seemingly endless patience. “I said I’m going to try to get some rest, silly. Are you okay?” (Y/N) leaned forward and put the back on their hand on their partner’s forehead, “You feel a bit warm, did you catch a cold?”

The blonde-haired boy gasped and quickly leaned backwards, his blush deepening to a cherry-red and his hands shooting up to frantically wave off your concern, “N-No! I’m fine, really!! You don’t have to worry, just get some rest!”

A small chuckle escaped you and you leaned back as you agreed and unpacked your belongings for the night. With your futon rolled out and bedding set up you turned to Zenitsu whose face was still basically steaming as he stared intently at his hands still being warmed, “Hey Zenitsu,” you called out hesitantly, “Can... Um, c-can you turn around for a bit please? I want to change into my yukata so I can sleep.”

“Oh! Y-yea! Of course!” Whipping around to face the rock wall, he desperately tried to focus on anything but the sound of fabric falling to the ground as you undressed. Slipping on the sleepwear, you turned around to let him know you were done. “I’m done now, Zenitsu. Thank you!” Mumbling a response he turned back around to face the only source of heat in the hollow as you crawled under the covers of your bed. Before you could close your eyes, you realized something that made you sit up and stare at the boy sitting across from you with furrowed brows, earning a confused look from him.

“Hey, Zenitsu, did you bring your futon?” You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, and eventually, with a stroke of horror he realized he hadn’t brought it with him and let out a scream, his hands gripping his head and tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“I didn’t!! I thought we would’ve gotten to the village by now so I didn’t think I’d need to!! I’m going to freeze to death out here! I’m going to freeze to death and it’s all my fault!”

“Sleep with me.”

His frantic cries stopped as your words processed through his brain. Immediately a blush so bright it was nearly glowing flushed over his face, ears and neck as you too blush at your misconstrued statement, “N-not like that of course! I just thought, well, since I’m the only one who brought a mattress and I don’t want you to freeze... You could sleep next to me..? There’s enough room...” Your voice trailed off near the end of your sentence, muttering under your breath, but Zenitsu heard. He heard every word, and with every word he grew impossibly redder and his heart rate sped up.

“You don’t have to right now, think about it for a while if you need to.” Your restful tone and tender smile certainly wasn’t helping the boy calm down.

‘Sleep!? With (Y/N)!? They’re okay with that!?’ he thought to himself, ‘They actually care about me enough to do that?’ Of course he knew that you cared about him, but he had his doubts and insecurities that he struggled with. The fact that you had been so willingly open about being concerned for his wellbeing threw the butterflies in his stomach into a fit. Removing his shoes and belt that carried his katana as quietly as possible, he decided that he’d rather nearly have a heart attack lying next to his crush than freeze to death as he padded across the cold cave floor. Gulping, he crouched next to your sleeping form, your back facing him. Swallowing his anxiety and embarrassment, he silently slid into bed next to you covering himself with the blanket while making sure you had more than enough for yourself. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment while he struggled to calm his racing pulse but quickly snapped open as he heard the one next to him shift around to face him. Somehow, he wasn’t sure how, but somehow you were even more beautiful in the warm light cast on your features from the still burning fire that burned behind him.

You smiled sweetly, “Thank you Zen, I was worried about you.” 

The nickname you had given him made his heart flutter, ‘I should be the one thanking you,’ before he could respond you shivered and pulled the blankets draped over you closer, attempting to draw in the small amount of heat your body had created. Getting cold easily was already annoying to deal with, but being stranded in a cave with a raging blizzard outside really looks you in the eye and gives you a big ‘Fuck You.’ Even though you had started a fire and were swamped in the blanket you had brought with you, you still struggled to generate enough body heat to keep yourself warm.

He frowned, seeing you unhappy and shivering cold made him hurt, he had to think of a way to help. Taking a deep breath to steady himself he shakily drew you into his arms, swathing you in his haori and the blankets. You gasped as your face heated and your heart skipped a beat, “Zenitsu?” you questioned. “Y-you were cold and you offered to share this bed with me and s-so I wanted to keep you warm!” You could see the nervousness behind his golden eyes and couldn’t help your lips curving upward, he was too cute for his own good. The smile was sweet and held an expression he couldn’t quite decipher, “Thank you,” you whispered in a tone that dripped of affection.

“Of course... I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable. I-If I am I can move-” you cut him off by snuggling closer into his chest and giving a soft sigh, finding comfort in his scent, “Can we stay like this?” you spoke timidly, your voice barely above a whisper. He froze, if his hearing weren’t so great he would swear he misunderstood. You want to stay cuddling with Him? Of course it’s not like he would turn down the request, he would stay like this with you in his arms forever if he could. It was simply the fact that You, (Y/N), the most incredible, beautiful, kind, and lovely person he had ever met, enjoyed laying in his arms breathing in his scent.

“Yea...” his tone grew faint, “Yea we can stay like this,” finally answering, his pounding heart slowing ever so slightly as he relaxed. It was as though you were made for him, your frame fit so perfectly in his arms. His haori was just the right size to hold you in. This moment was just so perfect. You were so perfect.

“Hey Zen?” You broke the comfortable silence briefly, mumbling sleepy words. “Yes, (Y/N)?” he replied meekly. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Zenitsu smiled and looked down at you laying against his chest to reply only for his heart to swell with warmth as he found you fast asleep curled into him. Instead of replying, he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead and snuggled closer, closing his eyes. 

Suddenly the storm outside didn’t seem cold anymore.

#was this self indulgent? #yes. #do i regret it? #no! #i love this boy too much #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #zenitsu x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu agatsuma #reader insert #constructive critism welcome #my words

[domjaehyun]

Honestly, if I were to flirt with you, I'd be satisfied with this setup. No faces, just vibes and unabashed speaking of the mind. I tend to be critical about physical features, too (preferences and the like, y'know), and if I find your personality beautiful first, I'd rather keep the attraction blind than have my ego speak on the superficial aspect if I ever get to get a glimpse of someone's face. But hey, if you're a Jaehyun/Mark or Wendy (RV) kind of fine, why not? ♥ (Just butting in...👀)

i get what you mean !! i cannot relate 💖 i hear you totally for sure like . i get it but it just so happens that in my past experiences, i have had people flirt with me anonymously/without faces (like . 95% of the encounters i’m thinking of happened on/from tumblr sjfjsjdj) and like . they either went into it like Having Feelings for me or like Developed Feelings for me while we were talking and i… didn’t feel the same because i Didn’t Know Them sjfjsjd

(elaboration under the cut i kinda went off on a rant sjfjskfkd)

i am a very daydreamy, visual kind of person (pisces venus 💖) and i literally Cannot Actually Daydream about someone if i don’t know what they look like !! like a faceless, voiceless, formless being in my daydreams does absolutely nothing for me y’know?

and like . in the circumstances i’ve had on here where people have developed feelings for me and revealed themselves to me,,,,, i wasn’t attracted to them physically. like at all sjfjskkd and i felt Horrible about it bc they Trusted me enough to show me their face and they Wanted me to like them back obviously and like . i didn’t . and the last thing i ever want to do is make anyone feel insecure abt their appearance 😭😭😭 (especially women like . men have hit on me yeah but women rly do have so much fucking pressure from society to be Pretty and your prettiness gives you social value and that’s terrible)

like imagine texting w someone and you like them soooooo much and they seem to rly like talking to you and then you send them a picture of yourself and their whole behavior changes !!! like i’d kermit probably !!! and like !!! that is what i had to do !!! every time that happened to me !!! i wouldn’t ghost right off the bat bc that’s horrible but every time they flirted or said smth suggestive later i’d have to . deflect somehow !! i don’t wanna be walking on eggshells and i don’t want to lead ppl on yknow?

just like i don’t want to hurt them by rejecting them and making them feel like something’s wrong with them, i don’t want to be put in the position where i have to keep dodging advances or like . when i was younger i used to get asked out at like . summer camp / summer jobs and shit . and i would just Say Yes because i didn’t KNOW how to say no nicely !! that’s exhausting/stressful for me and not fair to them !!

so . i am still on the path of finding my voice for things like that and being able to strike the balance of Being True To Myself while also Doing No Unnecessary Harm to anyone

so like . TLDR, basically: i am all for like playful anonymous flirting !!! it can be fun and lovely i love it !! i just feel like both parties need to be careful with like . it getting too intimate y’know? (esp considering a lot of people that have flirted with me on/from here have the advantage of knowing what /i/ look like and stuff abt me but i don’t know anything abt them,,, so they have a feeling of intimacy w me that is one-sided—it’s kinda like a parasocial relationship tbh)

(also it is totally fine that you butted in dw dw 💖)

#answered #anon

[whumpthisway]

Huck and Stephen - Provoked

OC Nonhuman Whumpee and OC Master fic

This is a series - link to 01. Masterpost here <3

A/N: This came from @newbornwhumperfly’s really good prompt: ‘excellent!!! i love daydreaming about poor huck 😩😩😩 so, we all know that huck has very low self-esteem & thinks they’ve conned stephen into a good impression of them, yeah? so does the sense of shame at their “undeserving” status ever overwhelm the pleasure huck gets from being treated kindly? like, have they “let” a situation happen where stephen would have to yell at or punish them for being the bad pet they know they are? if they did, would that plan work? 😈😈😈 - newbornwhumperfly’ Thank you for this!!! <3 <3 rly hope you like it, it ran away a bit with me and idk if it’s the tone you were looking for but yh >.< <3 This one is set to fit in sometime after Nighttime and Huck’s been living with Stephen for around a couple months. Again, please ask me for specific tags or warnings if you need them or I miss something :) Also, this one is dark in a mental way, as Huck’s in a pretty bad place, so pls read the warnings.

Content warnings: past abuse, self-harm, very very low self-esteem, panic, self-destructive behaviour

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(Huck POV)

With a belly comfortably full of pasta, Stephen’s gentle hand rubbing between their ears, and a blanket nestled over their back as they curled up on the sofa, Huck should’ve felt content. They shifted restlessly at Stephen’s side as he watched the same archaeology programme he watched every week, and almost always with Huck’s head resting against him. They’d become part of Stephen’s carefully maintained routines, and Huck was beginning to feel permanent.

“Getting bored?” Stephen muted his show as he turned to look down at them kindly and Huck looked back at him.

“No, Master.” The restless discomfort itching under their fur didn’t feel like boredom at all.

Stephen sighed a little, and Huck didn’t even flinch. “You don’t have to call me that, Hucky.”

Huck dropped their head and shrugged. They knew. But they’d forget their place completely if they stopped.

Stephen offered them a slight smile and rubbed a finger under their chin before he turned the sound back on for his show.

Huck settled for a while, before they couldn’t help but fidget again.

“You know you don’t have to stay, lad. Go do something else if you want, hm?”

Huck hummed back. They didn’t know what they wanted and just huffed and tried to stay still. But the blanket was too warm and they kicked it off, looking down at where it landed on the floor. They ought to pick it up and fold it; Stephen liked things neat, but they didn’t move, for reasons they couldn’t explain.

Stephen glanced over too, and Huck felt his slight tension in how his hand paused in Huck’s fur. For the first time in a long while, Huck’s heart up-ticked as they waited warily for Stephen’s reaction. But Stephen just turned back to his show after a moment, listened to a man with a trimmed, white beard talk about ancient pottery.

Huck didn’t know exactly why they’d done that with the blanket, but when they deliberately pulled away from Stephen’s fingers rubbing the back of their neck, they knew what they were looking for.

Stephen’s hand hovered in the air a second after Huck moved away from him, but he only looked over at Huck once before settling his hand on his thigh.

It was stupid. Completely stupid, but anger swelled up inside Huck and they found themself growling like Stephen had deliberately stepped on their tail, not just politely respected their space.

This time, Stephen fetched the remote and switched the tele off and Huck went stiff, their growl falling silent as their throat felt like it closed up.

“What’s the matter, lad?” Stephen looked more puzzled than angry. “You don’t want me to pet you anymore?”

The thought of Stephen never running his short-nailed fingers through their fur again made Huck want to cry. But they still felt so painfully restless and irritated and frustrated and it was all directed at Stephen, though he’d done nothing to deserve it.

They couldn’t answer, so stayed sullenly silent. The light crows’ feet at the corners of Stephen’s eyes deepened as he frowned.

“Talk to me,” he coaxed. When Huck kept their jaw clamped shut, their ears pressed back, Stephen reached out slowly as if to put a hand on Huck’s back, but giving them plenty of time to pull away.

Their hackles went up and they growled again, low and upset. “Stop it!” Huck’s exclamation startled both of them and Stephen quickly took his hand back.

“I’m sorry.” Stephen pressed his lips together, but there wasn’t a hint of anger in his face. “I won’t- didn’t realise it was upsetting you.”

Huck ground their teeth together and flexed their claws, which caught on the sofa fabric. Normally, they’d very carefully extract them so as not to pull any fibres out, but this time they didn’t care. If Stephen didn’t like their behaviour maybe he should actually do something about it.

Stephen startled at the sound of Huck’s claws digging and tearing the sofa cover. They were sharper and longer these days, without Master Parry clipping them right down to the bed on a regular basis.

“Huck!”

Huck couldn’t meet Stephen’s eyes but they didn’t stop, digging their claws in further, a growl vibrating through them. Do something, they thought viciously, do something, Master.

“What’re you-” Stephen was agitated and his hands hovered uncertainly in the air. “Huck, enough, we can talk-”

Huck ripped their claws free with an awful tearing noise. “NO!” They didn’t want to talk.

Their eyes welled up with a mix of fury and fear, and they kicked off the back of the sofa, springing off the cushions to land on the tiled floor, already scrambling for purchase to run away.

They’d never have run from Master Parry, nor damaged his possessions, nor talked back, nor talked at all, once he’d ordered them not to. But Master Parry had known what they were, had known how disloyal and awful they were deep inside and he’d known how to deal with them. Stephen thought they were too good to deserve punishment, but he didn’t know, he didn’t know Huck at all.

Sobbing uncontrollably between gasps, Huck’s frantic legs carried them up the stairs, down the corridor and into the bedroom, where they skidded under the bed. They hit their back painfully against the ridge of the bed frame when they didn’t duck down quick enough, but the sting was almost a relief.

Crawling further under, the dust making them cough, they pressed themself up against the wall and cried in great, choking heaves. They didn’t deserve Stephen even a little, but they still wanted to stay so badly it made them feel sick sometimes.

Stephen left them alone for a little while, even though Huck couldn’t stop their crying, which was definitely loud enough for Stephen to find them easily. Huck tortured themself with thoughts of Stephen making phone calls to Mariann, demanding she take Huck away, that’s he’d had enough of Huck’s stupid behaviour. It’d been more than two months, Huck thought, and Stephen had made it clear when Huck arrived that he didn’t want a long-term pet. He’d been horrified by the thought.

Huck’s breathless crying had finally petered off by the time Stephen’s slow tread climbed the stairs. Huck’s breathing hitched at the familiar sound and they hunkered down further, hiding their face in their paws, ears pressed down and tail curled up close to their legs.

“Huck?” Stephen sounded tired and Huck felt guilt surge in them, amongst the mess of their feelings. Stephen had had a long day working and he’d just wanted to relax, but Huck had messed that up for him. “Lad, where’re you?”

Huck couldn’t bear to let Stephen waste time looking for their useless hide, so they whined softly, and then again louder when Stephen didn’t seem to hear.

Stephen’s footsteps approached, scuffing a little in his tartan slippers, which appeared first in Huck’s line of sight from under the bed. Stephen crouched down slowly, and Huck could picture perfectly the grimace on his face at the strain to his knees, and Huck started crying again, silently now. They were so, so bad.

“Huck?” Stephen stuck his head under the edge of the bed and Huck couldn’t help but cringe away. Stephen’s eyes couldn’t see as well in the dim light as Huck’s could, Huck knew, but he’d seen Huck’s flinch, because his face turned briefly hurt. And why wouldn’t he be? What had he ever done to hurt or threaten Huck? Nothing. He was the kindest owner, and he deserved a creature that was as good as Stephen was, not a disobedient, sullen, damaged one.

“I’m a bit lost about what that was all about,” Stephen said quietly, in that soothing tone he’d used right after Huck had first arrived, “but let’s talk about it, okay?”

Huck sniffled and pressed their forehead to the floor, hiding. They were beginning to shiver as the rush of emotion and adrenaline burnt off and left them cold and exhausted.

“Huck, please come out.” Stephen sniffed, the dust clearly getting to him. “I’d rather cut off my own thumb than hurt you, and it’ll take more than a torn sofa to change that, love.”

Huck swallowed thickly. “You should, Master,” they whispered.

Stephen was silent for a long pause. “I should what? Cut off my own-”

“No!” Huck yelped. The thought was awful and they didn’t know why Stephen had brought it up. “Hurt me, you should hurt me, Master.”

Stephen eased into a more comfortable position on the hard floor. “Why should I?” Huck squeezed their eyes shut. Wasn’t it obvious? “Huck? Why’d you think I should-”

Huck interrupted him again, just like the shitty pet they were. “I’m bad.”

“Huck,” Stephen said softly, “you’re not bad.”

“Yes I am!” Huck yelled, loud and sudden enough to make Stephen blink and lean marginally backwards. Huck gulped and ducked their head.

“What’s bad about you?”

Huck cried harder. “Everything,” they gasped. “You should- get a- a better pet, Master.”

They thought of another creature living in Stephen’s house, a sweet, pretty one that smiled a lot and never cringed from Stephen or woke him up with nightmares or cried all over his jumper. And where would Huck be? They deserved to go to a Master that’d discipline them, but they felt so sick at the thought they choked.

“I don’t want a different… companion. I like you.”

“You- you- you,” Huck couldn’t get their words out and swallowed thickly.

“Take your time, lad.”

Huck rubbed their paw over their eyes. “You only say that because you’ve, you’ve never had a good pet, Master.”

Stephen paused and Huck tensed, expecting Stephen to finally realise that Huck wasn’t worth his time or his care.

“Huck, I care for you very much, lad. I wouldn’t trade you for any other creature or human, not now and not when we’re both old and creaky.” Stephen tried weakly to smile.

Huck’s heart squeezed. “You should have a better pet, Master.”

“Who says I should? Can’t I choose who I want to spend my time with myself?”

Huck tensed. Stephen was right; Huck’d been telling their master that his choices were wrong. They’d been trying to do what was best for him, but that was no excuse for trying to give their master orders.

“I’m sorry, Master,” they whimpered.

Stephen shifted a little on the hard floor where he was still crouched down, frowning gently at Huck.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

Huck heaved a sob.

“I argued with you,” they choked out, trying so hard to make Stephen understand. “I told you what to do! I tore up the sofa! I wouldn’t let you pet me and I ran away and I cried like a weak, stupid-” They banged their forehead hard against the floor, “awful-” Their head thumped the floor again.

“Huck!” Stephen barked, before his hand shot out and reached under the bed, stretching out towards Huck’s shoulder. “Stop it!”

Huck didn’t. Stephen wouldn’t make them be a better pet, so they’d do it themself.

“Huck!” Stephen sounded sharp and desperate. “Stop right now!”

Before Huck could do it again, Stephen’s hand found their arm and he pulled them, hard, out from under the bed.

Huck yelped, more shock than pain, though Stephen’s grip was rough. They were tugged out into the brighter light of the bedroom and then Stephen wrapped both arms around them and held them tight, one hand cradling the back of their head.

“Don’t do that, don’t ever do that.” Huck was shaking badly enough that it took a moment for them to realise that Stephen was trembling too. He was holding them close, like they might try to run away again. “Why’d you do that?” Stephen had his forehead pressed to Huck’s shoulder and Huck felt his tears seeping into their fur. They were too shocked to feel properly guilty, but it’d come.

“I don’t deserve a good Master,” Huck whispered. Their head was throbbing badly and they closed their eyes, going limp against Stephen.

“Yes you do.” Stephen rocked them gently. “You deserve every good thing. You’ve been through hell and- and those asshole owners of yours,” Huck tensed, “they told you it was your fault that they treated you like shit. But Huck, it was their fault, okay? No-one should treat anyone like you were treated, y’understand? You’re a good lad, a good person. You’ve always been good.”

Huck curled their tail around Stephen’s foot and couldn’t help but melt into the comfort Stephen offered so freely, even though they shouldn’t. They weren’t a person.

“Sometimes,” Huck whispered, “I watched Master Parry get into his car, out of the window. And- and- I wished that he’d die. I wished that another car would hit his car and he’d just-” They were crying again, waiting for Stephen’s disgust. They were always just waiting for it, for the moment he’d turn away from them, but it never happened. No matter what happened, Stephen never did. And he didn’t now either.

“He beat and abused you, lad, from what Mariann’s said. You wishing him to go away… there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re allowed to be angry at him.”

Huck shook their head. “I’m just a bad pet, Master. A good pet would never, ever think like that.”

Stephen eased away from them, but only far enough that he could meet their eyes. He rubbed their back for a long moment, looking thoughtful.

“Huck… can you, can you accept that I don’t think you’re bad? That I think you’re good just as you are? Maybe you don’t believe it, but just, believe me when I say you make my life better?”

A better pet would make you even happier, Huck thought.

But they knew what Stephen meant, and they did believe that Stephen thought that. He was too just too kind.

So they nodded silently and Stephen smiled a little.

“Alright. We’ll talk about this more in the future, okay? And just, promise me if you feel like- hitting yourself again, tell me, lad, please?”

Huck chewed their lip, before nodding again. They deserved punishment, but Stephen was right; he got to decide whether or not Huck got punished, not Huck. And if Stephen wanted to spoil them, then Huck should let him, however uneasy it made them feel. Their feelings didn’t matter after all, only what made Stephen happy.

*

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[evoxyr]

Hi! sorry if this is a bother but is there a specific tutorial you followed to learn how to create your own meshes? because every single one i found or someone else linked isn't exactly a tutorial for beginners and requires you to basically already know what your doing.

“how did you make your hairs from scratch? did you follow a tutorial? what was your process? I want to try but I don’t know where to start”

hello friends! :) tbh there was no one specific tutorial… honestly, i spent a lot of time frankenmeshing to get familiar with the processes and blender but never actually released much

but unfortunately, i definitely don’t recommend starting to create meshes from scratch as a beginner because i know i tried and it did NOT end well alkfjsdalkf

diving into blender without knowing what you’re doing is VERY frustrating, i know from experience LMAO so i’m listing tutorials/resources under the cut from beginner to from-scratch meshing that i know are helpful, have been helpful to my friends, or that i realized after messing around to learn something would’ve helped me a TON 

there’s some i’m missing i can’t find for the life of me rn so i’ll add to this later on too! also feel free to send me any tutorials you feel helped you :)

items with an *asterisk are ones i’ve personally used or wish i would’ve had when i started

beginner

i’d recommend starting with frankenmeshing clothing first! and then move onto frankenmeshing hair :) so clothes and beginner tutorials will be in this section, and hair tutorials will be in the next!

*blender guru’s blender beginner tutoriali didn’t use this tutorial in particular (thought i would have definitely saved me a lot of time) but blender guru on youtube has really good videos on blender for complete beginners! here is his full playlist of tutorials for 2.7! you probably only need the first one or two just to get your bearings in the program as you won’t really need to use much of materials or lighting for making sims cc

@teanmoon‘s blender cheat sheetpretty self-explanatory!

basic mesh shortening tutoriala good first project to do in blender imo

@deetron-sims‘ frankenmesh tutorialdespite not fully using this, i referred to it a few times when i’d get stuck lolit also contains stuff for normal maps and shadows! i don’t create LODs this way usually, i normally decimate a little bit for each LOD that isn’t LOD 0 (unless LOD 1 looks like trash, in which case i will import my LOD 0 onto there)

*edge split tutorialmarch 18, 2020: here is my version with updated pictures!okay so the pics are broken, but it’s pretty self-explanatory! if you ever get a weird shadow at the ends of your clothing after removing doubles, you need to do this!! i always remove doubles and do this :) i could attempt to redo the tutorial with pictures on tumblr if requested!

*@theslyd‘s multiple mesh tutorial aka making things bgc as wellnot for hair! (cut layers for hairs are for hat compatibility!) but definitely helpful for clothes… had to figure this out for myself so knowing this ahead of time would’ve been really really good

*@deetron-sims‘ specular tutorialthis is a meshing list but i needed to include this because it is a massive pet peeve of mine LMAO i know some people just import blank speculars and specular masks, which works, BUT if the item underneath (ie. tights or if you’re using a shiny mannequin) has any sort of specular or shine at all, then it will show through! you need to create a specular mask based off the alpha of your texture and then import in the blank specular itself if you want no shine to come through! i don’t create my speculars the way this tutorial does, but it works all the same :)

*texture location templatei would definitely recommend getting comfy with uv_0 mapping as a beginner! it just moves around textures really so you wouldn’t mess up morphs/weights :) the template also helps you understand why some cc conflicts with each other! because they’re placed in the same area, the game reads both textures for both items together

intermediate

various hair frankenmesh tutorials@okruee‘s video tutorial@simandy‘s written/picture tutorial (part 1 and part 2)another video tutorial (was told by @inkyblick, “i literally followed that // and i’m a dumbass with blender // but if I could do the thing, so can they”)

*@blogsimplesimmer​’s hat chop tutoriali would recommend using @pralinesims‘ daydreamin hat set to do hat chops! they’re smaller which makes sure most hats fit! typically when i do hat chops, i use about 5-6 hats per chop in blender to make sure everything fits right…

what i usually use…horizontal chops: praline’s low (with extra fluffy hairs, you may have trouble with the low one, which is fine if you must omit because it’s rare you get a cap that low anyway) and regular caps, base game newsboy cap, get to work CapSurgical, discover university grad cap and bike helmet (i make sure the straps at the back of the head don’t clip out of the hair!)slanted chops: praline’s backwards and lifted caps, base game BaseballBackwards, base game CapPuffy, base game KnittedKuffi, ugly seasons CapKnitBrim

making sure that my hairs work with all of those hats, i haven’t run into a problem with any particular hat yet in game!

hair meshing tipswatch @aharris00britney‘s speed meshes! (or anybody else really, sometimes you can pick up some stuff and learn new tricks!)

quick uv_1 tutorialhaven’t used this myself but it looks rly helpful

also *@teanmoon‘s uv_1 and weight guides really help you understand what those things are for!!

advanced

*joint list for sims 4 skeletonsi use this for when i’m weighting my hairs! i don’t weight transfer at all because i can never get weight transfers to work right for me

*@tsminhsims​‘ easy weight assignment for hair (1 / 2 / 3)i use this to weight my hairs :) i’ve made adjustments since as now i understand what affects where now but it’s a good starting point!

ALSO! i would recommend doing uv_1s and weights from scratch for practice on ea hairs before going in and doing on a from-scratch mesh so that you can know how to do it (since you could get frustraed by spending all that work on a mesh and not being able to get in game)

*blender tutorial - hair with curvesthis is the technique i use for my hairs, albeit adapted a little for myself after getting the hang of it! also you only really need to watch the first 10 minutes of the video as the rest is about lighting/texturing which we don’t need for sims 4

*@tekri​’s tutorial on meshing from scratch in mayai’ll be honest, i really really tried this… buut i cannot work in maya at all LMAO the blender parts of this could be helpful for you though! there’s vertex painting, weights, uv_1, and hat chops! :)

the reason i suggested getting comfy with uv_0 mapping is because i haven’t exactly used a uv_0 tutorial myself, but rather understood how it worked and just went from there :) it’s kinda tedious but honestly the simplest part of the whole hair making process imo

other tutorial masterlists

@ridgeport’s cc making tutorial list@simlaughlove‘s tutorial page@tekri​’s guide lists4s forum tutorial list

#Anonymous #ev.rss #tutorial masterlist #tutorials #i hope i got everything! #but yeah #if you want me to add a tutorial to the list #just let me know!!

[yhsujin]

first of all i haven’t been in a group for some time so excuse me if i’m fuckin’ slow but omg im!!!! so excited to be here!!! i’m lea ( 22, she/her, gmt+8 ) and this is my baby nam sujin, who is the leader & lead vocalist of june. tbh i’m still in the middle of figuring her out so pls bear with me. here are her stats / profile / biography if you wanna read, but i’d also talk about her more under the cut!!! no plot page bc we don’t do that here aka im actually lazy rip please give this a heart if you would like to plot and i shall slide in your ims soon <33 if you’d rather plot on discord, feel free to ask for my username or give yours so we can talk there!!!

tldr bio:

nam sujin, 23, idol, leader & lead vocalist of june

she came from a middle class family, is the second & youngest child, has been living in her older sister’s shadow since she was born bc her mother thinks her sister is better than her :’)

she grew up trying to impress her mother but nothing she did was ever good enough, so by the time she turned 14 she’s like im over it and started to do things just to piss her mother off

literally just a nice kid turned bad bc Life Made Me Do It

music has always been a huge part of her life and she genuinely enjoys singing - another thing that pissed her mother off bc she thinks singing and listening to music are a waste of a time, but that’s the only thing that makes sujin happy so she’s like sorry mom can’t hear u im busy listening to music

never thought of becoming an idol bc she didn’t think she’s good enough for it but she accompanied a friend to bde audition one day and was encouraged by the company to give it a try, so she sang for them and surprise. she passed the audition!!!!

her mother wasn’t too happy about her decision to become an idol, thinking it wasn’t even a real profession to begin with, so she left home and never looked back bc she’s determined to make her dream come true (and also bc she just hated being home)

one of the ace trainees in the company, but it took her multiple delays of debut and two survival shows for her to finally become an idol - she had almost wanted to quit when she failed the second survival show but she ended up staying when bde announced they would be debuting the first girl group!!! and she’s in!!!

kinda upset that she’s not the main vocalist and hated the idea of being a leader at first. she thinks it’s Too Much work, but somehow managed to suck it up and did her best anyways

still hates her role in the group, but girl is Trying Her Best. keyword: try

wants to produce her own songs one day 

etcetera:

sujin was bright as a child, but eventually she grew bitter and jealous of her sister (mostly bc she always gets everything and is absolutely better than her, but she’d never admit it out loud)

actually a smart kid. she’s not that far behind her sister, but her mother always makes it seems like sujin is 1000x worse than she is, so bc of that she becomes really insecure and thinks she’s never good enough for anything but also at the same time she’s like i’m better than u

which means she fakes self-confidence bc she has none and to quote marina and the diamonds: 'cause i feel like i'm the worst, so i always act like i'm the best

due to her upbringing and the constant failure she went through during training, she’s gotten a little cutthroat in her ways of doing things, so if she’s set her mind on something, she’s gonna get it no matter what it takes

although she seems calm and relaxed on the outside, she can get hella competitive when she needs to be bc she hates losing

often misunderstood as cold and unapproachable bc she’s usually quiet and distant, especially with strangers, but she just needs the right people to bring out the goofy side of hers sometimes

on-stage persona: playful, flirtatious, sometimes sensual, girl crush

off-stage persona: quiet, distant, could be chaotic when she wants to, savage

has definitely twerk on tv several times before bc she can

loves her june girls to death, and it shows from the way she takes good care of them, but won’t deadass admit she cares for them

about her rumor that she hates her members: sujin just naturally has bitchy expressions on her and some netizen has called her out for being unprofessional or whatsoever bc she definitely has been giving looks or stares at her members and staffs on camera before, and sometimes her actions or words get mistaken for her hating her members (she used to be on bad terms w some of the members and was the Biggest Bitch to them but nope you didn’t hear that from me)

also the type to rarely express her affection in words bc 1) she doesn’t know how to do that shit and 2) she’s a huge tsundere so all she’s got is tough love to offer

will definitely 10/10 judge you bc girl can have opinions, she said

she’s quite blunt when it comes to her opinions, doesn’t really like to sugar coat things

skill-wise she’s a great vocalist, is also quite decent in dancing but again it’s a Lot of Work, she would rather just sit down and sing her heart out instead

would deadass self-sabotage when things get a little too happy and peaceful for her bc she thinks she deserves nothing good :(

which is why shes always caught up in toxic relationships but they usually start with her bc shes a Messy Bitch

instead of talking about her feelings she would just rather lash out at someone bc that’s easier and that’s how she copes with stress, except now she goes clubbing and gets her ass drunk when she needs to unwind

has a nasty temper especially when she’s super tired, but would totally try to keep it lowkey when she’s in public bc she has a Reputation to maintain but will likely go off if it’s in private

really likes to go out and spend time w her friends whenever she has off days

looks like a bad bitch but she’s actually rly sensitive and just wants to be loved

i repeat she’s a messy bitch so if our plot suddenly goes from soft and wholesome to angsty out of nowhere it’s her, it’s ALWAYS her

with that being said pls gimme angst plots bc i live for them <3333

#yhintro #does anyone take hours to do intros too or is that just me.

[seungwoork]

¨    PLOT CALL ’

hello there again!! now that i can officially reveal myself i decided to post my plotcall-- it’s lari who also plays @rkbyunbaek​ and @rkjennie​ 😊 for plotting and talking you can find me @snailqueens on twitter, feel free to follow!! otherwise here is my plot page for everyone who wants to check it out. finally!!!! wooo!!!!

i’d like to get a few connections going to seungwoo to give him a good start here despite it being a slow one ksjdf so here are the options for everyone who’s up for it,

like this post for a charisma starter! please only like it if you’re interested in making a thread out of it, i’m not doing this just for points. i'd like to get connections and relationships through this.

send me an im if you’re interested in a plot i put under the cut! there are a few plot ideas under the cut with some thread and relationships ideas that i’d like to do. some plots might be similar or even copied from my plot page for those who only check this out ( because they’re some i’d rly like to be filled and / or might move them to the page later if they don’t get filled and i want to keep them jksd )

RELATIONSHIPS,

¨ something good ’       ◞ ( m / f , ) CLOSED

family. any kind of family, actually. you’re cousins but are you close? have you hardly met or do you meet all the time? as much as possible? how is your bond, able to talk about things? not getting along at all? in the end, though, you’re still family.

¨ milk & honey ’       ◞ ( m / f , ) open

you’re seungwoo’s best friend. you’ve been for ages, the apple to his pie. the straw to his berry, the smoke to his high and the one he wants to marry who know the song anyways. you’re best friends, nothing can tear you apart. you can handle seungwoo’s stupid competitions because you’re more easy-going, less uptight, share his pain with him and he can deal with everything you have on your plate -- you’re always there for each other. it just works.

¨ physical ’       ◞ ( m / f , ) open

usually, you never go the gym. you might even hate it there but lately you’ve been going to check out seungwoo while he’s there like a creep boooo with the excuse of being envious of that body rather than any other reason!!! you just want to see what he does to be this fit!! seungwoo notices and asks you if you want to work out together or need any help. like a fool, you say yes but have no idea how to the equipment works. well, this is going to be embarrassing and that’s the last thing you want to happen, looking like an idiot in front of that guy.

¨ second chance ’       ◞ ( m / f , ) open 

you used to be friends a long time ago but drifted apart during seungwoo’s service, the friendship ending with a fight after his return and change in attitude. you couldn’t deal with this.. new seungwoo that seemed so different from the friend you used to know. it’s been a while and you feel shitty for giving up on seungwoo and your friendship so easily, so you reach out to him in hopes of a chance to talk this out.

¨ ultralife ’        ◞ ( m / f ; ━━━ m prefered ) open

best friends and partners in crime. literally. you both got into a lot of trouble in high school for shoplifting but still kept each other going with dares and bets and all of that. after graduation and seungwoo’s depature to the military you both fell out of touch but recently met ech other again. did you change your ways too or will you be the bad influence in seungwoo’s life that he isn’t looking for?

¨ clementine ’       ◞ ( m / f , ) open

the first time meet seungwoo does the most logical thing, he flits with you. and now you keep meeting at the most random places -- you meet so many times that it doesn’t seem like a coincidence anymore but it is. and every time you spot each other in a crowded coffee shop or in a clothes store, at the magazine rack of a bookstore and in the back of the convenience store, seungwoo does the most logical thing, he flirts with you.

¨ going under ’       ◞ ( m / f , ━━━ has to be a trainee ) open

actually, you’re good friends. you used to be pretty close before you got signed into a company and became a trainee. seungwoo’s proud of you but envious as well, competitive as always, because you managed to accomplish something like that before him. it’s one of the reasons why he meets up with you less, cancels more often on you when you finally have some time to hang out and when you get to be with each other, things tend to get awkward sometimes.

¨ home ’        ◞ ( m / f , ) open

seungwoo’s father started dating your mom a while ago and it’s weird in every sense. while seungwoo is bitter about this for a lot of reasons ( like his father neglecting him paying attention to a woman to him even dating another woman in the first place when he was so sad about his mother’s death ) it’s a difficult situation for you for your own reasons. it’s debatable if you two get along but there’s a chance you’ll become step siblings in the future so you have to beat with each other.

PROMPTS,

we sat next to each other at the movies and you got scared during it. now you’re clinging to me because you’re too terrified to go home alone.

the only reason you visit me at home is to spend time with my cats, right?

we’re sitting next to each other on the train and i’m definitely not leaning into your personal space to peek at your phone because i thought you were sending sketchy texts!

this cat strolling around the neighbourhood hates like everyone except you apparently. i always see it nuzzling against your leg and you petting it and i’m jealous. tell me your secrets!

the walking dead binge watching! think you can make it?

you’re on your fifth cup of coffee and your hands are shaking pretty badly. i can’t take this anymore, what the hell is going on?

i can cook but you can’t, so it’s me who constantly has to feed you and make sure you own’t starve to death or drown in junk food.

we’re always fighting over the movie at movie nights. also, the popcorn.

this lesson of me learning you how to ride a skateboard is turning into a nightmare. i didn’t think you would have such a hard time staying on that board.

your attempt at flirting with me with the line ‘do you come here often’ is crushed when i tell you that i work here. uhhh, awkward.

you’re crying on a bench at the park and i’m too kind to just walk past your heartbreaking sobs. do you need a tissue?

looks like you’re in trouble, i can pretend to be your charming date.

#( yo nice skirt — ; ) #( RLY EXCITED TO DO STUFF ON HIM PLLSS ♥♥ ) #rkopenplot

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hríd/Bruno | Zacharias/Alfonse Characters: Hríd (Fire Emblem), Bruno | Zacharias, Alfonse (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Literal Sleeping Together Published: 2020-07-16 Word Count: 955 Summary:

Many people seemed to think that Hríd was simply showing his support for his closest allies and their rather public relationship. And that was part of it, or at least it had been in the beginning.

That had been months ago, though, and now there was an entirely different reason for Hríd’s actions, one the three of them kept very well hidden from the public.

my thoughts on this fic under the cut

OKAY SO. initially i started this fic as part of a writing challenge i’d been doing in... november of 2018! i didn’t wanna do nanowrimo since i realized that doing nano would burn me out on writing, so i made my own writing challenge thing (that i ended up not finishing but i digress) where basically i’d randomize up a one word prompt (i compiled a huge list of over 300, most of which came from various OTHER one word prompt lists) and use it to at least START writing something. no word count to hit, just like. “start writing something new and write at least a paragraph every day”

i think this might be something i mentioned either on here or on twitter before because i know one of my other fics that’s posted also came from this

the word for this one was “deception” which, as i’m mostly incapable of angst, became “they’re ‘deceiving’ people by not being completely honest as to the nature of their relationship” and it ended up being mostly fluffy

anyway. i didn’t FINISH this fic in november 2018. i finished it in december of 2019, as a christmas present for my friend vince... EXCEPT it was unbeta-ed then. so i never posted it to ao3. until now, when i was like “huh. you know even though i haven’t been writing as much lately i do still have some stuff that just never got posted that i could upload” so i had geo look it over with me and there, now it’s up

anyway yeah niche ot3 content because i’m incapable of writing things that many people beyond me and my friend group want to read? it’s just like that sometimes, and wait until i actually finish an ot4 fic because It Can Get Niche-r

i’d basically been wanting to write and post something for these three for... a while? i have another fic involving the three of them that i got pretty far into but never finished which... i honestly think i like that one more, but who knows if i’ll ever finish it. i do like this one though, wouldn’t post it if i didn’t think it had some value to it

i don’t know if i have much to say about the content of it. it’s pretty “safe” for me, it’s got literal sleeping together, it’s fluff. i CAN say that the title i felt was pretty clever, because the next lyrics in the song are “your breath frozen in the air, newborn droplets of ice” which like. obviously they’re in nifl in this fic. sometimes i like to think i’m clever with my title choices

i did agonize for days over this one until it hit me last night before i went to bed, i think that geo and i looked it over together like... a week ago?

okay about the actual fic itself. uh. i kind of like how i characterize everyone? bruno getting to be relaxed and even a little teasing at one point, alfonse being confident when it comes to like. Doing Things in his relationship but then getting nervous about inviting hrid to askr. and then just. everything about hrid since i wrote this fic from his perspective

man. idk. it’s good. i don’t rly have much to say on the content aside from that. i wrote it, i like it, i’m pleased with how it turned out. i’m also very tired rn so i’m just gonna find a part i rly liked and call it a day

favorite part:  As he entered his room, he noticed that Bruno had changed from his usual armor into much looser sleep clothes. He’d even left his mask behind in Embla this time, allowing Hríd and Alfonse both the opportunity to see his eyes. Not that Hríd could see them now, since Bruno was reclined on the bed, eyes shut as he relaxed for once in his life.

Alfonse, though, Hríd was free to watch as he stripped down from his formalwear to change into something more casual. It was endearing how Alfonse just let his clothes fall to the floor now, not bothering to fold them and put them away in his exhaustion.

“Is there something you want, Prince Hríd?” Alfonse asked, not looking up as he pulled his sleep clothes out of his bag. Hríd started, unaware he’d been so blatant in his observation.

“Just Hríd is fine, now that we’re all alone,” he corrected. “And might I be so bold in saying the only thing I want right now is you?”

“Not the only thing, I would hope,” Alfonse replied, glancing back at Bruno.

Hríd laughed, openly. “No,” he admitted, “not the only thing. Though that wasn’t exactly an answer.”

#fe alfonse #fe bruno #fe zacharias #fe hríd #hridbrufonse #hrídbrufonse #fics

[jecngs]

                it’s  ya  girl  𝒅𝒓𝒊  (nineteen,  she/her,  pst  but  i’m  in  the  philippines  for  two  weeks  so  that’s gmt+8 !),  a  soft  edgy  born  with  a  name  that  means  "dark  one  of  the  lord"  on  friday  the  13th  !  if  you’re  meeting  me  for  the  first  time,  some  fun  facts  are  that  i  have  the  incredibly  dangerous  combo  of  high  ambition  and  poor  time  management  and  i’d  Risk  It  All  for  a.c.e,  ateez,  and  loona  !  so,  anyway,  here’s  my  poor,  poor  girl,  miss  amelia  !  why  i  did  her  so  dirty  is  a  Good  Question  i  do  not  have  the  answer  to,  but  let's  plot  !

* ╱  𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑺

𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛  𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘:  amelia  christine  jeong   𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘:  lia,  li,  call  her  amy  and  she’ll  beat  u  up   𝗔𝗚𝗘:  twenty   𝗗𝗢𝗕:  november  29,  1998   𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖:  sagittarius  sun,  aries  moon   𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡:  bisexual   𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡:  actress

* ╱  𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫

         ♡   daughter  of  edith  byun  and  christopher  jeong,  two  major  players  in  broadway  (and  later  on  the  film  industry),  she  was  practically  famous  in  the  industry  before  she  was  even  born.  it  was  without  a  doubt  that  she  was  anticipated  to  be  nothing  short  of  talented  and  successful  once  she  popped  out  of  the  womb!  imagine  legendary  dance  couple  keone  and  mari  madrid’s  child  but  if  they  both  had  a  reputation  akin  to  idina  menzel  or  lea  salonga.  that’s  basically  lia.

        ♡   with  this,  her  parents  unfortunately  succumbed  to  public  pressure  and  wanted  to  ensure  that  their  daughter  would  meet  these  expectations.  to  fall  short  would  be  the  greatest  misfortune  on  her  reputation,  and  they  simply  would  not  have  that.  was  it  the  healthiest  mindset  to  have  raising  their  first  and  only  child?  lmao  no,  but  it’s  the  mindset  that  came  with  the  fame  they  had.  eyes  would  be  on  her  the  moment  she  came  into  the  world,  so  she  had  to  be  everything  the  public  wanted  her  to  be.

        ♡   a  few  months  before  lia  was  scheduled  to  be  born,  her  father  was  cast  in  the  us  tour  of  miss  saigon  (pretend  there  was  one  in  1998),  and  it  overlapped  with  the  due  date!  he  was  supposed  to  be  performing  at  the  pantages  for  a  few  weeks  in  that  general  timeframe  of  when  her  mom  could  be  going  into  labor,  so  they  took  a  risk  and  just…  moved  to  los  angeles  because  he  wasn’t  going  to  miss  the  birth  of  his  child!  so  ever  since  she  was  born  she  resided  in  the  hollywood  area!

        ♡    she  was  homeschooled  for  a  majority  of  her  childhood,  but  ur  a  Big  Fool  if  u  thought  it  was  by  her  parents!  they  were  incredibly  busy  with  their  own  careers  so  she  had  a  nanny  and  a  homeschool  teacher!  and  to  be  Quite  Honest  her  nanny  was  more  of  a  mother  to  her  than  miss  edith  could  ever  be!  to  lia,  her  parents  were  more  like  a  dream,  a  fantasy,  some  sort  of  ethereal  beings  —  untouchable.  [cue  parental  longing]

        ♡   despite  how  much  the  media  loved  to  talk  about  amelia  and  her  parents,  she  didn't  actually  get  to  see  them  all  that  often!  they  loved  her,  there's  no  doubt  about  it,  but  they  didn't  exactly  know  to  express  it...  despite  being  acclaimed  performers  SGKSDJGHDS  so!  basically  in  lia's  mind,  succeeding  meant  getting  love  from  her  parents  because  they  always  seemed  to  pay  the  most  attention  to  her  when  she  was  doing  something  impressive  —  they  loved  to  show  her  off  to  their  colleagues  like  some  sort  of  dog  who  can  do  tricks.  lia  ate  up  this  "love",  though,  because  there's  nothing  that  beats  the  glimmer  in  their  eyes  when  they  watch  her  perform.

        ♡    lia  took  private  lessons  for  everything  ranging  from  acting,  voice,  and  dance!  fun  fact:  she’s  classically  trained  in  several  dance  styles,  such  as  contemporary,  jazz,  ballet,  tap,  and  hip  hop!  she  was  basically  set  to  follow  her  parents’  footsteps  with  all  of  this  training.  she  played  several  child/teen  roles  in  musicals  thanks  to  her  family,  and  it  was  an  almost  effortless  kickstart  to  her  career.

        ♡    when  she  was  high  school  aged,  lia  was  admitted  into  la  county  school  of  the  arts,  but  she  wasn’t  there  for  long.  despite  growing  up  being  taught  how  to  handle  lingering  paparazzi  and  answer  questions  interviewers  sent  her  way,  she  was  never  quite  taught  how  to  handle  the  Hell  that  is  high  school.  she  wasn’t  accepted  well  into  the  social  climate  and  was  frequently  bullied  and  judged.  they  didn’t  believe  that  she  worked  to  be  there,  she  was  only  there  because  of  her  parents.  they  didn’t  actually  know  anything  about  her,  but  they  made  these  assumptions  that  eventually  led  to  her  pulling  out  of  school.  she  had  been  excited  to  finally  see  what  it’d  be  like  to  make  friends  of  her  own  —  friends  that  weren’t  just  fed  to  her  because  of  who  her  parents  were.  she  didn’t  know  that  same  fact  would  make  it  all  the  more  difficult.

* ╱  𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑹

        ♡    she's  a  theatre  kid  through  and  through,  and  that's  all  i  have  to  say  about  that!  lia  grew  up  adoring  the  theatre,  not  only  watching  the  shows  her  parents  were  casted  in  but  almost  every  single  one  she  could  become  an  audience  to!  it  was  to  no  surprise  when  the  public  found  her  in  minor  and  supporting  roles  as  a  child,  and  it  was  pretty  much  expected  for  her  to  become  one  of  the  next  big  names  in  broadway  —  she  was  anticipated  to  make  the  Big  Move  to  new  york  once  she  got  her  footing  in  the  industry!

        ♡    as  time  progressed,  she  continued  to  pursue  theatre,  slowly  taking  on  more  mature  roles.  every  now  and  then  she  would  be  given  television/film  offers,  but  it  was  more  of  a  side  gig  at  the  time.  theatre  was  truly  what  she  was  passionate  about.  even  though  it  was  a  profession  forced  on  her,  it  was  no  lie  that  she  actually  enjoyed  it.

        ♡    she  began  to  develop  her  own  fame  outside  of  her  parents  around  the  time  she  was  seventeen/eighteen,  with  a  supporting  role  in  an  independent  film  that  garnered  pretty  notable  success.  around  this  time,  her  parents  invested  in  a  publicist/agent  just  for  her,  a  relative  of  edith  who  was  also  involved  in  the  industry.  it's  true  when  they  say  it's  bad  to  mix  personal  affairs  with  business  because  things  began  to  take  a  bit  of  a  turn  for  miss  lia!

        ♡    her  pr  team  was  really  big  on  transforming  her  the  Big  Name  everyone  expected  her  to  be,  all  the  while  creating  an  identity  completely  separate  from  her  family  where  she  can  thrive.  and  that’s  exactly  what  they  did.  they  created  an  identity.

        ♡    she  had  a  love/hate  relationship  with  being  associated  with  her  parents.  on  one  hand,  it  was  a  burden  having  to  constantly  live  with  the  expectation  of  being  just  as  successful  as  them,  but  on  the  other,  it  fueled  her  fantasies  of  being  the  dream  family  she  had  always  wanted  them  to  be.

        ♡    they  stressed  the  importance  of  whom  she  associated  with,  they  slowly  transitioned  her  out  of  theatre  and  immersed  her  completely  into  the  film  industry,  lining  her  up  for  roles  that  would  eventually  become  quite  memorable.  they  took  who  lia  was  and  restructured  her  as  they  saw  fit,  and  lia  went  along  with  all  of  this  because  they  constantly  reassured  her  that  this  was  what  was  best  for  her  career.  she  didn't  want  to  go  against  family,  for  to  ruin  any  connections  with  her  parents  would  be  a  step  closer  to  losing  them  completely,  so  she  played  along  in  this  role  made  just  for  her.

        ♡    her  brain  eventually  became  fine  tuned  to  see  relationships  as  “how  can  this  benefit  me?”  rather  than  actual  companionship  which  Sucks  bc  she  totally  wants  friendship  —  she’s  always  craved  it  —  but  in  the  back  of  her  mind  there’s  always  this  lil  checkbox  where  she  has  to  get  something  from  this  which  is  Not  Healthy  but  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  do  about  it  because  she’s  in  too  deep  to  change  anything

        ♡    she’s  become  so  detached  from  her  individuality  and  become  the  rising  starlet  her  team  shaped  her  into.  she  hasn’t  been  in  a  musical  production  in  a  long  time,  so  it’s  as  if  they  ripped  a  major  part  of  her  identity  away  from  her.  but  i  guess  that  was  the  plan  all  along.  i  don’t  wanna  say  that  her  mom's  cousin  has  some  lingering  resentment  toward  her  due  something  along  the  lines  of  always  living  in  her  shadow…  but  her  mom's  cousin  has  some  lingering  resentment  toward  her  mom.  it’s  just  cleverly  disguised  because  lia  is  technically  thriving  when  you  look  at  it  from  the  outside.  inside,  she  yearns  for  her  past.

        ♡    in  the  past  few  years,  she’s  been  conditioned  to  want  the  world.  she  thinks  she  is  owed  it,  but  this  sentiment  is  also  fueled  by  her  longing.  she  has  this  hunger  for  success  that’s  highkey  kinda  unhealthy!  she  isn’t  even  capable  of  discussing  these  things  with  her  parents  because  they’re  all  busy  all  the  time!  her  team  would  tell  her  to  say  yes  to  projects,  pr  stuff  including  false  articles  later  debunked  just  for  the  publicity,  whatever  works!  she’s  been  forced  into  this ��addiction  for  attention  but  it’s  pretty  much  a  result  of  her  channeling  the  negative  energy  toward  her  career…  to  help  her  career?  but  in  a  way  that’s  detrimental  to  her  own  health.  her  sleep  schedule?  fucked  up!  she’s  ruining  herself  from  the  inside  out  and  she  doesn’t  want  to  admit  it!

        ♡    her  sentiment  toward  her  public  identity  is  akin  to  lottie  person  of  the  snotgirl  comic!  who  she  is  interpreted  as  on  social  media  isn’t  the  whole  truth.  she  posts  as  if  she’s  under  careful  watch  because,  well,  she  is.  anything  her  team  didn't  like  simply  didn't  cut  it  and  was  deleted  almost  immediately  followed  by  a  sharp  scolding.  "image  is  everything"  is  one  of  the  many  sentences  ingrained  into  her  mind.  an  effortless  kind  of  everyday,  that's  what  she  was  supposed  to  be.  idk  how  to  explain  it  well  but  u  know  those  instagrams  where  it  looks  super  casual  but  is  probably  super  planned?  yes?  idk  in  my  head  she  has  an  instagram  feed  like  hyulari  or  pameluft  where  it  looks  rly  normal  but  it's  rly  pretty

        ♡    i'm  trying  to,  like,  put  it  into  words  what  her  persona  is  perceived  as,  but  it's  something  along  the  lines  of  a  person  you  think  you  know  but  you  really  don't.  you  see  her  posts,  you  see  who  she's  with,  where  she's  having  coffee,  but  who  is  lia,  really?

        ♡    clearly,  this  entire  situation  can  get  extremely  overwhelming!  the  melatonin  she  takes  to  help  control  her  sleeping  habits  also  gifts  her  with  the  side  effect  of  irritability,  so  there  have  been  times  when  she  “slipped  up”  and  Snapped!  her  fans  are  quick  to  defend  her,  however,  claiming  she’s  tired  and  needs  rest,  or  place  blame  on  the  individuals  who  dare  disrespect  her  privacy  and  personal  space. 

        ♡    scandals  are  also  something  she  isn’t  immune  to.  she  frequents  club  and  party  settings  often,  and  rumors  often  circulate  about  her  activities,  but  it's  easy  to  shift  blame  on  bad  influences.  her  image  isn't  exactly  squeaky  clean,  but  hey,  as  her  team  likes  to  say,  "total  prudes  don't  get  attention"

        ♡    people  who  work  with  lia  either  love  her  or  hate  her,  there's  really  no  in  between.  she's  friendly  or  stuck-up.  some  believe  she's  ungrateful,  maybe  they're  onto  something.  she  doesn't  cause  trouble  on  sets,  but  people  love  to  make  assumptions  about  this  girl  whose  identity  they  can't  seem  to  crack.  but  they'll  be  damned  if  they  don't  see  her  come  in  every  morning  with  a  smile  on  her  face.

        ♡    if  it  wasn't  clear,  she  despises  the  identity  she’s  forced  into!  it  feels  like  a  role  she  has  to  play  almost  24/7,  and  she’d  easily  give  it  all  up  if  it  didn’t  mean  losing  everything  good  that  came  from  it.  she  missed  the  girl  she  used  to  be,  the  girl  anyone  could  easily  approach  to  talk  about  their  day.  she  doesn’t  know  amelia  anymore.  she  hasn’t  been  amelia  for  a  long  time,  only  lia.

        ♡    she  learned  recently  that  the  contract  with  her  team  is  set  for  a  renewal  soon,  which  prompted  a  crisis  within  lia.  to  terminate  the  contract  would  mean  freedom,  but  at  what  cost?  spicy,  stay  tuned.

* ╱  𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀

        ♡    lia  and  her  relationship  with  her  own  identity  has  definitely  affected  her  personality  and  how  she  portrays  herself  even  when  she  is  at  her  most  comfortable

        ♡    my  base  inspiration  that  Started  It  All  for  lia  came  from  me  watching  a  stephanie  soo  vlog  KSDLHGDSG  so  yea  she's  like  this  likable,  kinda  loud  and  blunt  personality  but  that  comes  more  as  a  surprise  to  people  who  get  to  know  her  because  she's  been  molded  into  having  a  more  suppressed  type  of  character  —  friendly,  but  never  too  much

        ♡    for  the  sake  of  her  sanity,  i'm  gonna  say  that  she  still  holds  on  to  her  personality  in  fear  of  becoming  too  absorbed  by  her  public,  consumable  image,  but  there  are  times  when  she  confuses  the  two.  she  can  slip  up  and  say  something  a  bit  too  blunt  in  an  interview  or  find  herself  holding  back  with  her  close  friends.  she's  essentially  become  a  blend  of  her  true  nature  and  her  public  image  where  it's  almost  the  same  thing

        ♡    incredibly,  incredibly  insecure!  lia  does  not  have  a  hold  on  her  own  identity,  so  even  the  smallest  things  will  make  her  question  everything!  she  constantly  wonders  if  there’s  a  party  happening  that  she’s  not  invited  to,  if  people  like  her,  if  people  are  gossiping  about  her.  so  many  aspects  of  her  current  identity  have  been  conditioned  to  be  close  enough  to  genuine  that  she  actually  doesn’t  know  what’s  real  anymore.

        ♡    she  can  be  a  little  bit  manipulative  if  it  comes  down  to  her  career.  she  doesn’t  really  mean  it  but  she  can’t  help  it  at  this  point!

        ♡    if  she’s  friends  with  someone,  even  if  it’s  for  some  symbiosis-type  relationship,  she  will  play  into  that  role,  she  will  act  as  if  it’s  real.  even  if  she  doesn’t  believe  it,  she  wants  to  believe  it  because  she  also  is  unsure  if  she’s  capable  of  real  feelings??!  she  thinks  she’s  devoid  of  emotion  but  she  just  …  doesn’t  think  about  it.  like,  she  doesn’t  want  to  admit  to  herself  that  she  cares  about  people  bc  she  knows  the  Ugly  side  of  her  brain  will  hyper-analyze  the  relationship  and  find  ways  to  sabotage  it  for  herself  to  the  point  where  she  can’t  enjoy  it  anymore  —  so  i  guess  it's  safest  for  her  to  think  that  this  really  isn't  her!  coping  mechanisms  let's  roll  out!

        ♡   she’s  definitely  had  her  fair  share  of  significant  others  in  the  past,  but  they’ve  been  mixed  into  a  bag  of  a  bunch  of  pr  relationships  (she's  had  so  many)  so  she  doesn’t  know  if  she’s  capable  of  actually  loving  someone.  it!  all!  seems!  fake!  but  she  definitely  craves  affection  and  will  try  to  find  it  wherever  she  can.

        ♡    tldr  she's  actually  a  nice  gal,  outgoing,  caring,  but  she  can't  help  but  think  that  she's  a  robot  because  she  thinks  too  much  about  how  people  see  her

* ╱  𝑭𝑼𝑵 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺

       ♡    super  prone  to  asian  glow

       ♡    loves  anything  peach!  peach  soju  with  yakult  is  her  favorite  alcoholic  beverage,  peach  is  her  favorite  color,  but  she  doesn't  like  actual  peaches???  make  it  make  sense

       ♡    credited  as  lia  jeong  in  everything.  feels  weird  if  someone  addresses  her  as  amelia  if  they're  not  reading  an  official  document  or  really  close  to  her.

       ♡    feels  a  strange  connection  to  "the  i  love  you  song"  from  the  25th  annual  putnam  county  spelling  bee

       ♡    her  favorite  film  genre  to  work  on  is  definitely  romance  because  it's  fun  to  pretend  to  be  loved!  coming  of  age  is  a  close  second.

#bratsintro #me: censors celeb names Just In Case . i rly dk how search algorithms work #ALSO THIS TOOK TOO LONG IM SORRY SHE SAID SHE WASNT JETLAGGED BUT SHE LIED #idk how to explain things well .... n some things arent exactly super set bc i havent written her yet so who knows ! #but this is the general idea ! #i rly dont think this makes any sense dskgljhsdgs it was a collaborative effort between my last weeks brain . my yesterdays brain . n todays #my brain did 3 backflips tryin to write this

[theninjamouse]

Water Elemental Shore, Pt. 2

i need to be stopped lol ✌️ enjoy! (ps idk how to add a readmore in submissions, i would have otherwise since this is rly long! like, a LOT longer than expected: 3.6k+ words, 5 n a half pages… oof)

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Most everyone who comes to Grillby’s bar knows it’s fairly hot in there, save for a few tourists or locals who haven’t stopped by yet. The look of mild displeasure that hits their faces once the door opens never fails to catch the attention of Grillby himself, and he huffs a little just about every time (or at least he used to; it happens too often to get a reaction out of him now). Lately, however, the air is a bit more humid than normal, and these looks are replaced with something more on the uncomfortable side of things, even for the regulars. The cause of this new phenomenon is sitting right across from him at the bar, gently stirring a green-yellow beverage with a metal straw and focusing intently on the swirl of colors that follows the movement.

You’ve been crouched low for the better part of five minutes now, chin resting directly on the bar not three inches from the glass. The drink shimmers lightly as it revolves lazily and it’s reflected in your own glittering eyes, looking on in amazement. Why you’re so awed by one of his simpler drinks Grillby doesn’t quite understand, but it humbles him nonetheless. Sans and Frisk, sitting to your left, think it’s hilarious and snicker to themselves at the display.

“You know,” Grillby says quietly, making you jump and look up at him, “I think it’s better to actually drink it than to just swirl it around for an hour.”

Indigo rises to your cheeks as you let out a short laugh. “Right, right,” you agree, rubbing at the back of your neck for a moment. “It’s just really pretty! I’ve never seen anything like it before.” You take the glass in in one hand and the straw in the other, pausing one last time to look at it again, before raising it to your mouth and taking one long drink.

It’s so strange, what happens next; the alcohol doesn’t just go away like he half-expects it to when you gulp it down. Instead, it blooms a bright green-teal color inside your entire head and runs like paint through, well, water gently downward through your throat into your chest. He can’t see past any of the cloth covering it, of course, but he can see hints of it edging into your shoulders and down to your waist. It falls through your arms only a little, intermingling with the rest of you, even as you blink up at him with a wide smile.

“That was incredible!” you cheer. Grillby’s flames shift towards pleased yellows as he smiles softly at you. “Are all the drinks as good as this?” You look back and forth between him and the pair to the left of you, who are sipping at their own glasses of ketchup and juice respectively.

Frisk giggles and puts their cup down on the counter as they swipe a menu off a stack within reach. “Pretty much, yeah!” they say brightly. “Grillby’s just really good at what he does! Although,” they add, dragging a finger along the extended list of beverages and pausing for just a moment, “this one is really cool too!” They tap one item near the bottom firmly, beaming. Sans, sitting on their other side, leans over their shoulder to look as they angle it towards him so you can’t see. His ever-present grin widens as he glances towards Frisk with a knowing look in his eyesocket. “kid’s got good taste,” he chuckles, taking the menu from them and handing it off to Grillby as he taps the drink’s description himself, “not my favorite, but it’s definitely tide for one of the best.” Frisk bursts into giggles, which makes you laugh quietly at their antics, too.

You grin at Grillby as he looks from the menu to you. You push your now empty glass towards him across the bartop (the teal is gone, he notices as he looks at the arm extended towards him) and rest your chin on the heel of your palm.

“I take it you’d like another drink?” he asks teasingly. You only wink at him in response.

Barely a minute follows as he expertly whips up a new beverage for you, your eyes following his hands the whole time. An ounce of this, two of this, a splash of this, fill to the top with this, stir with a long spoon, garnish with a twist of zest, and… there. He slides the drink, a deep orange-red this time and taller than the last, across the bar into your waiting hands, and you eagerly chug it just as fast, if not actually faster.

It blooms in you again, but rather than teal, a purplish-magenta hue glides along your surface. Since this drink was bigger than the other one, your arms and legs are now flooded, too. You look down at them in surprise, turning your palms over and swaying one back and forth to watch the liquid float through you. Oh this is cool.

“Oh!” you exclaim brightly, “Did this happen with the last one too?” Laughter bubbles up from your chest as you bring your face closer to your arms and examine them.

Grillby nods silently and Frisk beams. “Yup,” they affirm, popping the ‘p’, “it’s really fun to sea.” They giggle again, practically folding in on themselves with the force of it. You tilt your head to the side, vaguely confused by the emphasis.

Sans snickers and nudges their arm. “yeah, i don’t know of any otter monster who does that,” he says, “do you, frisk?”

Oh. You see what’s going on here now.

Frisk plops their head in their hands and puts on an exaggerated thinking face as they try in vain to hide their growing amusement. “Hmm…” They slowly drum their fingers on the dark wood. “Don’t think so. I think she’s probubbly the only one.”

You make a face. Sans and Frisk are too caught up in their pun battle to notice it, but Grillby chuckles quietly. He completely understands your reaction.

“are you shore about that?”

Oh cmon, that one wasn’t even that good.

“Dolphinately!”

Okay, that’s enough. You raise your hand and flick your fingertips in their direction, causing a few heavy drops of water to bean them both right in the head. “No making fun of me,” you playfully scold, fixing them each with a look.

Sans’s brow scrunches up in confusion as he wipes the moisture off his face. “we weren’t–”

But Frisk cuts him off as they lean forward, startling you backward which makes the water at your head fall over your shoulders. “Was that your magic?” they ask.

“…Yeah? Of course it was?” you reply, bewildered. You move to look back at Grillby, but he’s not behind the bar when you turn. When you check the rest of the restaurant, it looks like he’s just finished taking orders from some customers who just walked in, stowing some messing scribbled notes in his apron and nodding along while they hand back their menus.  A vague feeling of disappointment rises in your chest and you turn back toward Frisk, who’s looking at you with a curious excitement that makes the corners of your mouth twitch upwards. “I’m a water elemental, it makes sense that I’d use water magic, doesn’t it?”

Now Sans has leaned forward a little. You feel a little weird under this much scrutiny. “what kind of stuff can you do, though? like some water monsters out there shoot water to try n’ wash you off, but i bet you could do a lot more than that, don’t you think so, grillbz?”

You jump slightly and whip your head back around to the bar, where Grillby is emerging from the back with trays of food balanced on each arm. Man, he works fast. Either that, or you just aren’t paying very close attention right now. He pauses thoughtfully for a moment before giving a noncommittal shrug and moving carefully back towards his eagerly waiting customers. The light thwack on the countertop wrenches your attention away from the bar and back towards Frisk, who has both a hand splayed out flat over the weathered wood and a distinct gleam in their eye. “You’ve gotta show us now! Grillby’s all fire and he can do some really cool stuff with it, so you’ve gotta be able to do some cool water stuff with yours, right?”

“What? What sort of things have you seen Grillby do?” you ask, suddenly curious yourself.

Sans shrugs and puts an elbow up on the counter. “eh, he’s got a bit of a fireball thing, sparks some alcohol sometimes for effect, stuff like that. grillby isn’t the type to show off, y'know?” He pauses. “the way i hear it, though, he’s done some wild stuff before.”

A flicker at the edge of your vision catches your attention and you look back to see Grillby standing behind the bar again. “Is that true?” you ask him when he glances towards you. He tilts his head to one side questioningly. You point a finger at the pair to your left who have now picked up for cups and are back to drinking. “They said you can do some cool things with your fire, is that true?”

Grillby hesitates for a split second and looks past you to the rest of the room to make sure nobody’s really looking before nodding and bringing his hands in front of himself and pressing them together. When he pulls them apart, there’s a tiny ball of fire floating there and it unfolds into the shape of a tiny bird. It flits around you once, and when you whip around to watch it, the edge of your head’s trail barely brushes it. A cloud of steam rises from the intersection and you flinch hard and jerk away from it. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Grillby jump a little too. The bird falters significantly in its flight before stopping in front of you. It flaps solidly in place once, twice, before scattering into embers.

There’s a beat of silence between all of you before you direct a sheepish smile towards Grillby. “Sorry I bumped into your bird, I should have been more careful,” you shrug, hand moving absentmindedly over the spot in your head’s trail where you hit it. It doesn’t hurt at all, it just feels weird, like the ghost of a presence that isn’t there anymore. Grillby’s gaze follows your movements and he opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “But that was wonderful,” you tell him sincerely, “I didn’t know you could do anything like that.”

He flushes blue and gently smiles back as you flip your hands to rest palm side up. You clench them once before slowly pressing them together. A look of concentration crosses your face as your eyes dart up towards Grillby for a fraction of a second before moving back to your hands and shutting tightly.

Frisk looks absolutely thrilled, Sans very interested, and Grillby fairly intrigued as you slowly part your fingers and through them a hand-sized fish swims in the air. It does a loop-de-loop and arcs high towards Frisk and dips down to plant a light smooch on their forehead, making them laugh loudly. With a flick of your wrist, you call the fish back to you and it slams into your hand, reabsorbing the magic and causing only a few waterdrops to splatter across the floor.

You shake your hand out a few times and sigh. “Been a minute since I’ve done that. Weird!” You look up and find Frisk and Sans grinning at you.

“cool,” Sans says.

“Whoa, do it again!” Frisk exclaims.

Grillby just looks on, amused. You blush indigo and grin.

“So what else can you do?” Frisk leans forward on their stool, almost threatening to fall off completely. “Also, why didn’t you make yours explode like Grillby did?”

You fix them with a quizzical look. “Because I didn’t want to make a mess? And it’s not hard to pull it back in, it just feels weird 'til it merges with my core again. Adds a little bit of water that wasn’t there before.”

“wait,” Sans blinks, “can you manipulate how much water you’ve got on you?”

You grin and clasp both hands around the middle of your head’s trail. You scrunch your face instinctively and squeeze tightly. Everyone holds their breaths as all the water past your fists disconnects from your head. There’s no hint of your core left in it, and what’s left of the cutoff point runs very close to the edge of your skull. The trail slowly rounds out into a basketball-sized sphere and floats in your palms as you bring it to your front.

“This is the most I can really do at will. I think technically I could get smaller than this, but that–”

Frisk sticks their entire hand into the water sphere and wriggles their fingers.

A violent shiver runs straight through your whole being, even down to the bottom of your core, and your entire face erupts into the deepest, darkest indigo possible as you thrust your hands up above your head, effectively ripping Frisk’s hand out of your trail. Silently, you return it to the back of your head and wait a second as it reconnects. A glance spared to Grillby affirms that he, too, has gone almost completely blue in the face, though you think you can see a handful of distinct green ribbons skirt across his face. These fade into the same shade of blue, which noticeably strengthens as you meet his gaze. You’re sure you look just about the same.

It takes you a second to find your voice. "U-umm…” The shakiness isn’t surprising either. “Please don’t do that again, Frisk. I’m still connected to my own water, even when it’s separate from me.” They’re looking at you in complete shock and maybe even a hint of shame. Sans looks less horrified, eyelights darting in between you and Grillby, but it’s still pretty significant.

“I’m… sorry, I just thought…” they mumble.

“It’s okay,” you assure them, resting a hand lightly on their arm. That singular action sends a faint chill through you, but you ignore it. “You didn’t mean it and you know better now. And anyway, it didn’t hurt me, it was just… supremely uncomfortable. It was like if…” you pause, searching for the right analogy, “…like if I could put my hand straight into your head. Disturbing, but not painful.”

They nod, grimacing, and turn back to their juice cup.

Oh now this is a silence you just don’t like. Once the indigo has receded and everyone else looks fairly normal again, you bean Frisk in the temple with another waterdrop. They look back at you, concerned until they notice the smirk on your face, at which point they also smile. “You wanted to know what else I could do, though, right?”

They giggle and nod brightly. You make sure you’ve Sans’s eye too, looking inquisitive, before you grin and rest your elbow on the bar top, finger outstretched and pointed at Frisk’s cup. You wait and… there, connected.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink for the night.” You flick your finger upwards in one quick motion and their juice follows. Frisk lets out a short laugh, probably mostly out of disbelief or frustration, as they try to reach up and grab at it (you’re not entirely sure what they’d want to accomplish with that), but you simply move it just out of reach before they can make contact.

Sans absolutely howls next to you, tiny tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he places a hand on your forearm to steady himself. “oh man, that’s great,” he cackles, watching Frisk run around trying to catch their drink. “is it any different because it’s not straight up water?”

You shrug, jerking your finger over as Frisk gets a little close. “Sort of? It certainly feels a bit heavier, but not unbearably so. It’s mostly water and that’s what matters. If I were to try to move mud, it’d be a lot different and I’d need to put a lot more effort into it.”

He hums thoughtfully. You turn your attention towards Grillby, who’s currently wiping down his space and cleaning up between orders. He keeps watching you and Frisk (who, as you look back, has almost gotten a hand on their juice, oops, let’s change that real quick), but more you than them. Stars, it’s so nice to finally see another elemental again. The last one you met came from the storm and she was an absolute delight to be around. She was dark, like the clouds right before it downpours, and forks of lightning ran down her arms and through her trail, which floated behind her like yours does. She’d enter a room and it would instantly light up because her excitement and passion were… electrifying, for lack of a better word. There’s no doubt in your mind your old friend would have loved to meet Grillby were she still around. But–

There’s a sudden splattering sound as Frisk spikes some of their floating drink straight into the floor. Somehow, they manage to look surprised, proud, and sheepish all at once. Chuckling quietly to yourself, you pull what’s left of the juice in the air back together and deposit it straight into their cup; it looks like they’re down to about two-thirds left of what they had.

You watch out of the corner of your eye as Grillby moves to clean it up, mop already out, but you raise a hand for him to stop. Another slow gesture, this time to make sure you’ve gotten everything, and the spilled juice flies over to you before resting a few short inches above your palm. You glance back towards him, where you watch his flames pop in a way that you’re beginning to read as gratitude. “Anywhere I can put this?” you ask, bouncing the sphere in your hand.

Wordlessly, Grillby opens the door to the back and immediately past it, you can see a deep sink with a pair of long, thick rubber gloves draped over the side. You flick the ball away and it sails clear over the bar straight into the drain.

Frisk moves to rejoin you all at the bar with sticky, still slightly dripping hands, but Sans nudges them away and towards the bathroom. “gotta clean up,” he says, “don’t need your mom carpin’ on me for bringin’ you home all gross.” Frisk snickers and sticks their tongue out at him but does as he says. You smile after them.

Sans goes back to drinking his ketchup, pulling his phone out of his pocket when he hears a notification go off, and Grillby watches you trace the whorls in the wood with one finger, obviously thinking deeply about something. He sets down the glass he’s just finished polishing and taps the counter in front of you twice to get your attention. Your pearly eyes meet his in a second. “Is everything alright?” he asks, concerned.

You wave a hand dismissively, giving him a soft smile before looking away again. “Just remembering old friends.”

Grillby blinks. That feels like it came out of nowhere. “What–”

He’s cut off by Frisk’s reemergence from the bathroom, hands now clean and mostly dry. They move to hop up to their seat but Sans stops them by sliding off of his. “just got a text from tor, says she wants frisk back for dinner,” he tells Grillby, who nods. Frisk gives a disappointed “aww” and Sans pats their head, grinning. “sorry bud, we can come back tomorrow or somethin’. sea ya later shore, later gurbz,” he says before winking out of existence with Frisk in tow.

You chuckle before bringing your attention back to the swirls in the countertop. The quiet murmuring of customers behind you and clacking of silverware against plates as meals are finished fade away ever so slowly, and you’re left slowly dragging a finger around the rim of your long-emptied glass and watching Grillby’s firelight reflect and refract through the surface.

The light grows briefly as an orange hand comes closer and taps the bartop in front of you again, making you look at Grillby. He searches your face for a few long seconds before withdrawing his hand and picking up the towel once more. “What were they like?” he finally asks, slowly drying another glass. “Your old friends, I mean.”

You blink once in surprise before you laugh lightly and drop your chin into your palm. “They were wonderful, of course. I was just thinking about how they would have loved to meet you.” Another solemn look passes through your face and your trail drops an inch lower. “It’s just been kind of a long time since I’ve seen them,” you shrug.

You push your glass back towards Grillby and he waits a minute for you to say something, but picks it up when you don’t. “How long?” he murmurs.

There’s a sense of hesitation and apprehension that stiffens your whole posture, but you let out a heavy sigh and lock your pearly eyes with Grillby’s molten ones. He firmly sets your glass on the countertop and waits for you to continue. Stars, you hope he doesn’t think badly of you for this. You gather your courage and just say it.

“What do you know about the war between monsters and humans?”

The Ninja’s Response: 

I can’t get enough of this, this is absolutely adorable! I love how vivid you are in describing Shore! The water element really matches her personality! 

#OoF extra #grillby/reader #shorby #elemental shore #i think my favorite part is when she's staring at the glass #that's so cute I'm grinning like a madman #submission

[6ad6ro]

um so… i woke up thinking of this old friend. she was like best friends w my bad ex? like i used to hang out w her like crazy. she was rly nice? mostly? tho she def had this issue where she didn’t rly know what she wanted in life. and let other ppls warped judgements of “how ppl should act” rub off on her.

like i remember times she would more or less call me a lazy piece of shit to my face. like it was somehow “understood”? but then i’d be like “why are u calling me that?” and she wouldn’t know. bc it wasn’t her actual opinion. she liked who i was. idk she was just rly confused. i think her brother was a cop. her dad was emotionally neglecting and like conservative or militant? i remember her always wanting to smoke pot but also saying “drugs are bad™”. she was someone who u could tell always wanted to be free but was held back by the opinions of the people around her.

especially her on again off again bf? i… didn’t like him. he wanted to grow up to be a politician. he only listened to classic rock. he looked and acted like a conservative wanabee eric foreman from that 70s show, but somehow even worse. he had her convinced that her dream was to be “a loving housewife”… it made me sick. i remember how he tried to convince her to stop hanging out w her best friend and me JUST bc she smoked pot. bc “she was an evil hippie and bad”. i mean tbh she SHOULD have stopped hanging out w my bad ex, but for completely dif reasons. like he was def that kinda guy. a selfish, immature, stubborn, self-righteous idiot. but he was the first guy to ever rly like her. and she had… self esteem issues. i remember how she would… was always waiting for him to decide to wanna go out w her. she seemed so lonely.

her and i were kinda friends separately from my bad ex (lets call her “A”). so one time i remember she ended up coming over to hang w me n watch rocky horror in my room? it was rly fun tbh!! we were having a great time! it was totally innocent! but i remember at one point she like… got weird. got up. and was like “im sorry i think i’m being a bad person i gotta go”. and left? i didn’t get it at the time? or rather… i think i denied it. she clearly liked me, wanted something to happen that night, and felt like a bad friend for having those thoughts. i never asked her about it but looking back it was p obvious. also A was a control freak n just a bad person… so i wouldn’t be surprised if she told L to stay away from me. even tho A was constantly cheating on me n using everyone around her etc. idk it was complicated.

i also remember another time before her and that guy that became her bf (lets call her “l” and him “m”)… i remember there was some small party at my house and for some horribly embarrassing reason my bad ex (we were still together then) convinced me to mess around w her under a blanket in same room as our other friends? we were all v v drunk. i guess it made others in room feel v lonely n so L and this other girl started like… both making out w the one other guy in the room? it was bizarre. that kind of stuff is fine in some circumstances? but this was rly unhealthy. i remember the guy felt bad and told the other girl he had to stop bc he had always rly liked L and wanted to see where things would go w her? other girl said she was fine w it (and knowing her persona it easily was?) and he ended up napping on floor w L. next day i think she woke up, completely regretted what happened, and ran back to M. it kinda sucked for guy bc he rly cared about her but she never even was willing to talk about what had happened. to her it was just a drunken mistake (i knew she kinda liked him back but obv she was scared).

even w all that stuff, L was a constant member of our hangout group for like… 7 or 8 years straight? idk! it was always rly fun w her! even if, looking back, A constantly was ruining all our fun w her insane bullshit. i have fond memories of 3am park hangouts n just roaming around talking n going on adventures… i’d never cheat on a partner. never have, never will. but i think i did have like… feelings for L that i always ignored? that part of her that… wanted freedom? from those weird family’s/bf’s/society’s ideals that she let chain her down? it was attractive. she was a nice person just doin her best.

anyways i remember around when A and i finally broke up for good (only a month after my dad died, if u wanna know how awful of a person A was). and she ended up taking me aside n warning me that A had been cheating on w me w another guy, but it’d gotten serious w him. and A of course was lying and stringing me along so she could get money n sex from me etc. A using me was p common. but L had had enough and “betrayed A” (did a v nice thing) and told me. i think that was… really what set in motion A and i being done for good. that helped wake me up about what a horrible person A was. and had always been. i’ll always be grateful to L for that. that must’ve been hard for her. and i think her and A’s like 10 year friendship died over that. which rly was a good thing like A was a terrible person.

anyways fast forward like 2? 3?? 4 years? L had gone off to a college out of state w her boyfriend M. she… followed him around. no judgement, but it prob wasn’t good for her. i was in an apartment in another city and me and A had been DONE™ for years. i was still def hurt from the 8+ years of abuse, but i was def over her at least. seeing other ppl regularly. it was def a weird time for me but… that’s another story.

L and i hadn’t rly talked in years. i just didn’t rly associate w ppl A still hung around. i never knew her and L had stopped being friends or i prob woulda kept up w L. i don’t think L and i cut off contact on purpose, but it was just one if those “things”. but L hit me up outta the blue. was like “ back in town do u wanna hang?” and we did! it was rly nice seeing her! we went out and about. idk. we started hanging for a bit. but she… idk she clearly rly enjoyed my company? but also… had those weird judgements. idk.

one time we were hanging and she was at my place and saw all the alcohol i had layin around and was like “hey uhhh can i have some?” and i was like “hehe okay i guess we can drink” and ordered a pizza and we just hung out.

idk but before we got drunk she finally told me why she was back. M, the guy she had followed to college, had done the gross, stereotypical dude thing of breaking up w her right after they both graduated. i got a vibe he had been cheating on her all throughout too. he rly was the type. and as we drank we talked about it. i felt so bad for her. she vented all night. and idk all i remember was we were both v drunk and i think i was… idk why my head was in her lap? but she was playing w my hair. and idk. we kissed. things happened. she seemed so happy w it! i was too. i even stupidly cracked a joke “i bet A would be rly pissed if she saw us rn” and we both laughed. i always regretted sayin it tho bc its not like i was doin it to get back at A.

but i remember we were in my bed making out bc i had accidentally gotten aggressive w her n slammed her into a wall n started kissing her? so hard her nose started bleeding? i felt awful but she LOOOVED it and idk we somehow wound up in bed. idk i kinda regret this. bc… i was having a hard time around then and… just sleeping w all my friends? it just became… clockwork. i would do what i thought my friends wanted me to do regardless of how i felt. i had become kinda a slut.

so i remember like… making out but then i started to escalate things? and i think fir a split second she sobered up and was like “wait lets cool this down a little”. and i was like “okay no prob” and we both tried to go for a walk n find a park? we walked hand in hand and she kept telling me how happy she was? like how… this was the kinda stuff M would never do with her? she was just smiling a lot. it was cute. but i was so drunk n still fairly new to area, so i took her in wrong direction from the park. we ended up giving up n just walking back.

we got back in and thats i think when she sobered up mostly but i wad still out of it? and she realised her dog hadn’t been fed. it was def a partial excuse but she rly loved that dog so i could tell it was REAL guilt. i felt bad bc i tried to take her hand n go back into my room bc i wanted her to stay n cuddle? i was just drunk. i wasn’t forceful, but i shoulda been like “oh that’s fine!” but tbh i was also a touch worried she was too drunk to drive. well anyways… she left.

later we did have a looong talk about it. like… she ended up going to try and get back with M again (i still will never know what she saw in him like he rly used her n treated her bad like even going so far as to ask her advice on dating other girls after they broke up). but idk i thought she was smart enough to end things w him, and could tell her and i had feelings, so i tried to stay a lil closer than friends? idk what i told her but it was along the lines of “we can stay friends but if things happen sometimes it’s okay w me”. i look back on it w embarrassment but i guess it wasn’t that bad a thing to say?

but rly it was mostly a drunken mistake. and she was scared. and wanted to cut it off. she couldn’t end things w M like she was still torally in love w him even tho he had abandoned her. tbh i know what that’s like. well anyways i remember a few hangouts later she just… bailed on me? in a rly mean way? i had gone to pick her up from her house (idk 30 min drive each way) and she just… totally stood me up. i was parked at her house like texting her wondering where she was? and she sent me a text like “sorry something came up”. and wouldn’t tell me what happened and i got annoyed and drove home.

i have a feeling now that like M had… shown back up in her life and she sorta… threw me away to run back to him? i mean i can’t take it too personally bc she woulda done that to ANYONE. i don’t remember what happened after that but we just stopped talking again. i saw later on fb that her and M had gotten engaged or married?? idek? idk if her and i are still fb friends or if one of us blocked the other or what? i don’t remember.

but idk. i hope she’s well. i hope M got WAYYY better. or she left him. or idk. i wouldn’t even know how to contact her. i’m almost afraid to. like bc i… could see her giving up on her dreams and just being that housewife to him. even if she was mildly content doing that, i know she’d never be happy. and it’s so unlikely that he’d have grown to be good to her. i just… hope she’s doing well and is okay and happy. idk why i woke up worrying about her. it’s been so long… i’m such a dif person now. idk. time is weird.

#long

[ycoreum-blog]

hey everyone !! hanil’s mun back here again w a new fuckin muse cause we just don’t know self control ! without further ado, under the cut you can find more about my lil baby, the epitome of a sugar princess and a messy bitch, kang yeoreum ! if you’d like to plot , lmk ! ps this isn’t a sideblog to hanil’s acc. :~D

THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS WILL BE MENTIONED BELOW ; death / domestic physical abuse /  alcoholism / drug use / nsfw.

ok let’s just get on w this !

so yeoreum’s upbringing was just ... never consistent ! she never knew her father as her mother had her as a teenager and her biological father bounced , most of the men in her life stuck around for a few months of years , some were decent to her and her mother and others were a complete nightmare to her mother , there were times when she just locked herself in her room because of the violence that ensued next door .

when yeoreum was in her mid to late teens, her mother , a long time alcoholic , died bc of her severe drinking habits and yeoreum was shipped over to her godmother , an owner of a private escort service . yeoreum like ....really found it interesting because her godmothers clients were all VERY wealthy people , people you’d never expect , those in the 1% etc right .. and yeoreum , who grew up rather poor and didn’t have materialistic things and the such but her godmother was like .... NO u r my angel little baby there’s no way . so yeoreum just kind of ached from afar until she turned twenty-one and her godmother finally gave in !! she set her up with a married man in his early thirties, an extremely rich up-and-coming entrepreneur and yeoreum fell ... in Love w it . she had always been sultry and into sex and oozed confidence so this job seemed so perfect for her ?? like it was her . caling JGNRJGNTRJGTR if u will .  

so basically she continued escorting on her terms , became one of the clients favorites , and made beyond easy money . she was twenty-three ( at the time ) nd had half a million won in her bank account , some clients even had little secret relationships w her so she had multiple flats , apartments , villas to her name all over the country . it was all good until a visiting diplomat and her got caught and it WAS ALL OVER THE NEWS and it got sooo ugly so fast ... reporters found her house and paps stalked her and it just wasn’t okay ?? i’d want to compare the situation in terms of how Big it was to like clinton & lewinsky KNGRJTGRT it was just fucking a big deal ??? anyways . she ended up quitting and became a camgirl, due to her already popularity w the former company and the new found fame w the diplomat she made decent money . she eventually signed up for mansions bc ... more money ? Why not ! and now she’s here ! living her Best fucking life .

so yeoreum is just .... Nsfw all day every day . KGNRKJGNT a very LOUD bisexual queen who just wants to have fun , whether that includes people , drugs or drinks she literally just doesnt care ! she’s very open w whats on her mind and has nooo filter at all . i also think she has a bit of a social media presence as well ?? like ... an ig baddie GDGNTRGKTRNGKJRTGNTRG u kno .. u kno !  to those who don’t know her , she can come across as very self -centered , narcissistic or obnoxious but like ..... *wipes tears w hundred won bills* ya know ? she’s just ... MONEY MONEY MONEY !! loves loves LOVES materialistic things , like all she wears is name brand and designers .. kind of oblivious to the fact she’s trying to fill that empty hole in her heart with people and things but ... lmao !!! :DD despite all that she’s pretty chill and like pretty easy to talk to , i think . shes rather friendly unless ur not friendly first :( she always ALWAYS cries alone like just refuses to EVER look weak ... its not cute and her mascara cost 125 won so .. no time for that ! anyways she’s a really new muse of mines that i made specifically for this rp so i hope you love her as much as i do !! she’s still a work in progress, bare in mind .

sum plot ideas !! : fwbs , childhood friends , a former client ( gender doesn’t matter but most likely has to be a wealthy person, whether legal or illegal money lol ) , sibling like relationship , current flings , exes , first loves , best friends , a fan of her camwork :~) , smoking (420) buddies , partying pals !!! , shopping buddies and like . a ton more !! im rly open to anything :DD

#mnsintro

[jesrever]

hey i forgot to say but i’m actually in vancouver rn does anyone live here and wanna meet up

also explanation of my recent absence under the cut, as well as random life updates at 2:35am, if.. you’re interested 

i don’t bring my laptop to school anymore bc i no longer have sit down classes, so there’s no time for me to tumblr in my spare time

my course keeps me too busy to keep up with my fandoms (i haven’t watched haikyuu in ages, it makes me really sad) and using my phone means getting spoiled

so. much. data.

the tumblr mobile app is shit

i’ve gotten really into makeup so i’ve spent my time when i have computer time looking at tutorial after tutorial of rly pretty girls hahaha

the tumblr mobile app is shit 

honestly i was famous for that one hair video and even though i have the POTENTIAL to make quality content—like, i sing, but nobody knows that... i just don’t do it and now i feel like i’m really irrelevant here bc i’m not cute enough to get tons of likes on my selfies without Famous Hair and my interests are so hard to keep up w/ that i feel like i’m disappointing y’all when i blog

my dash doesn’t feel relevant to my interests anymore

my friends don’t use tumblr anymore they use twitter (eh i’m @liberothunder follow me and say ur from tumblr and i’ll be like ayyyy)

(on that note i use instagram a lot more too @jesrever if you’re interested, dm me and say ur fr tumblr and i’ll be like !!!! :O)

life updates, if you’re interested:

i’m doing a ba in musical theatre in glasgow (like i haven’t mentioned this several times already lol)

i’m less sad! which is nice. but i’ve also become a lot quieter of a person—i used to be the type who’d talk to strangers but now i’d rather be at the periphery of conversations than in the forefront of them

my body image has gotten a bit worse and a detached part of myself is worrying about it but another part is like.. if you want to be thinner why aren’t you doing anything about it. i won’t talk too much about this, i’m afraid to talk too much about this in case i set off someone who has a real problem w/ how they see themself as opposed to my baby problem

i’m in a really happy relationship and it’s still pretty strong even tho it’s interracial, inter-religious and long distance. i just hope it’s still growing me as a person

glasgow has actual thrift shops unlike singapore so i’ve gotten super into thrifting now 

idk it’s almost 3am i should go to sleep

#this is more of a personal post than anything else i don't know. i miss you guys but my life is not conducive for tumblr #jayebird chatter #how have you guys been? has everything been okay? i wanna know about your lives...