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ballblender · 1 year

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"You can't film here."

Uramichi Omota x singleparent!tvstationworker!reader

summary: uramichi finds reader in the prep room, awkwardness ensues.

(LMAO IDK WHAT TO LABEL THE READER AS - also not much of an actual romance fic, more like an extra scene (if that makes sense??))

cw: sfw, workplace, reader was previously married to a man, secret pining, uramichi's tiredness lol

First non-headcanon post - tell me if there's any errors, I do not check these over.

"Thanks for coming today everyone!"

"WOOO!!"

"Thank you Uramichi!"

The screams and shouts of joyful children ring throughout Uramichi's ears, as he forcibly stretches his smile beyond what he thought was even possible. It's not like he doesn't want to be smiling, but when it's part of the job description, it doesn't feel that fun anymore. It's not like the children hadn't noticed it too; the dark circles of tiredness under his eyes, fitted with his pale complexion, it was no surprise that Uramichi had started being nicknamed 'Panda Bear' by the TV station president's grandson; it's just a shame that his co-workers started calling him that too.

"Nice work today, Mr Panda!"

The grating sound of Derekida's voice: not exactly what he wants to hear right now.

"Now, go over to the Prep Room, we need you to star in the new segment next week, and we need to measure you for the pig costume!"

A pig? Of all things?

As Uramichi walks to the Prep Room, only the worst scenarios run through his mind. Is the pig costume multicoloured? Will I have to wear a snout? Will I have to walk on my hands and feet for the entire segment? Will I have to do gymnastics in the costume?

That's when he hears rustling, and the sound of a phone video recording starting.

He unlocks the door, scanning the room, making sure there aren't any theives; not that anything that comes out of Hanabee's mind is worth stealing...

He catches sight of you, panning the phone camera across the set pieces, costumes and props.

"Hey..." he says.

You jolt a little, ending the recording, and turning around.

"You can't film here." His expression isn't exactly one of strong conviction, but he's suspicious of you nonetheless.

You slip your phone back into your pocket and say "I know, I'm sorry, my kid just really loves 'Together with Maman', so I wanted to show him some of the things that we made for next week's segment."

His face softens a bit at your explanation, before his eyes fall onto the pig costume; and it drops again.

"...you made this...?" You can hear the tiredness in his voice: he's not looking forward to next week.

You let out a pathetic giggle, sympathizing with his dislike towards the - certainly interesting - design.

"Well, it was initially meant to look like this,", you show Uramichi a sketchpad with an array of concept designs, "but Hanabee was screaming about how "It's Wrong!" or "You need to do it again!", so this is the result of the last 5 days of overtime.".

Uramichi flips through the pages of the sketchpad; obviously, it's a pig costume, one design can't be that much better than the other, but your sketches showed real skill.

"These, are actually good." Uramichi says, turning page after page of the sketchpad, looking at previous rejected designs.

You smile, happy to meet someone who genuinely appreciates your efforts. "Thanks." You start walking over to your bags and begin packing.

Curious to learn a little more about somebody on the team with actual talent, he asks you a question.

"You said you've been working overtime, is your husband watching your kid right now?"

"Oh, we're not married anymore, but my ex-husband is looking after him until next Monday."

"Oh- I'm sorry." Uramichi is a little shaken, afraid he's just asked a personal question, or maybe reminded you of something you didn't want to remember.

You've heard it all before, so this really doesn't bother you.

"Don't worry about it, our split was amicable.", you smile at him reassuringly.

He smiles back, eased by your kindness.

"I'm glad to hear that." he replies.

But. It's a little awkward now. Neither of you feel like you can just leave after that. So.

Suddenly, Mr Derekida bursts in, marvelling at the different costumes and props, followed by Edei, who tells him to "Calm down."

You take this as your cue to leave, waving at Uramichi, who does the same, before walking out.

Edei walks up to Uramichi with a smirk on his face.

"...Did I do something?" Uramichi asks, genuinely confused.

Edei's brows shift in confusion, "You mean, they didn't say anything?"

"Say what?"

"Y/N? They said nothing to you?"

"Well, we spoke, but it was like 1 minute."

Edei sighs in disappointment.

"You didn't hear this from me, but," Edei lowers his voice as to not allow Mr Derekida to eavesdrop.

"I overheard Y/N talking to Tadano the other day. They've got the hots for you man."

A lot of thoughts flood Uramichi's head at once; What?: They’ve got a kid...: I probably should already have kids...: Do I make a move?: Do I wait for them to make a move?: Do I even want them to make a move? Who even says "got the hots for you" anymore?

Edei chuckles a little at Uramichi's face, which is still processing what he was just told.

Mr Derekida slaps Uramichi on the shoulder, slamming directly on the area where the strain is the most painful, causing him to groan a little in pain, while also bringing him back to reality.

"Hope your shoulder gets better before next week, the kids need to ride the pig-horse in order to save the fish from the knight!"

....What does that even mean? And is that why the costume is so, that?

Uramichi sighs for what may well have been the hundredth time that day, before taking his leave.

"AND REMEMBER YOUR LINES!" yells Derekida.

As he walks home, Uramichi remembers Edei’s words.

Perhaps he should take a chance…

oh shit, he was meant to be measured for the costume.

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Well thanks for reading, this took forever, I don't know how to feel, goodbye.

can you tell i've never wrote anything like this before. don't tell me actually.

#this title was inspired by that brandon rogers video #uramichi x reader #uramichi omota #life lessons with uramichi

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beplerblurbs · 11 months

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Hello could I request 5. “Let’s go home” “I’m already home” with Kamden if that’s possible?

overnight n.kd

pairing: officeworker!kamden x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: some swearing!

wc: idk yet!

a/n: hii sorry for the inactiveness ive been busy working pls understand <3 requests r slowly being done

“and i expect it done, on my desk, by 9 in the morning.” your daunting boss leers over you and your co-worker.

you made a mistake with a research report that would displace 2 weeks of worth down the drain… and now you needed to redo the whole thing, in less than 24 hours.

your upset boss sits back down in their luxurious leather seat, oozing with cockiness. “you can leave now.”

both of you left the room, closing the door softly. you hear a heavy sigh of frustration in your right ear. “are you okay y/n?” you pout to him.

pouting to a co-worker would be unprofessional but this was kamden. your long-term boyfriend.

you guys started dating shortly after you joined the company, but being a very professional space, you both felt like keeping it a secret would be best.

“i guess,” you look around to see if anyone was around, seeing no one you fix his glasses and caress his cheek, “how about you? you put in so much work into this.”

he gives you a small smile, “yeah, but what can i do right? we can do this babe, don’t worry, we have each other right?” kamden plays with your fingers.

you peer over his shoulder and see a co-worked, you quickly raise ur eyebrows as a signal to switch personas and act like you’re talking about work, walking off to your desks in separate areas of the office.

you both put in extra effort into replacing the improper research report with all the adjustments but it’s taking time. eventually its 10pm, only just over halfway done, but with no sign of stopping.

your co-workers gave you their condolences about the mishap. one of them, taerae, was nice enough to drop off some extra gimbap before heading home.

you’re both stuffing your faces with it while working away at your screens.

by 3 am you had finished your portion of the work, waiting for your boyfriend to finish up his own.

he turns for a second, even with sleepy dark eyes, illuminated by his computer screen, he was still as attractive and endearing as ever. “you can go home first y/n, i dont want to keep you up.” he turns back to his work.

you could see he looked uncomfortable being up for so long, he also gave you his sweater because you felt cold, but you could also see the goosebumps on his arm as he typed away.

you hum in response, you sneak away to the office kitchen where you make a hot tea for him, and sneak into taerae’s locker to find a blanket, he also gets cold easily, and has it in his lap when the boss isn’t around.

taerae would kill you tomorrow for taking his things, but you’re boyfriend was more important.

when kamden sees a sudden steamy drink in front of him, along with a soft blanket around his shoulders, being laid on properly by a pair of familiar loving hands, he leans his cheek on one of the hands.

“i love you y/n you know?” he takes a sip of the tea and gets back to work. he felt so loved and appreciated especially in this time when your boss had be such as asshole, at least you were doing it together. he couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime

“i love you too, i’ll stay here ‘till you’re done,” you smile at him, taking a seat in the desk chair next to him. you make sure he doesn’t make mistakes as he’s super fatigued

…

“DONE! lets get this shit printed and out on their desk,” you with half asleep eyes jump up when kamden yells.

you see the clock says around 5 am. he drags you to the printer so you guys can put it into a folder and hand it in. silly enough he still has the blanket on his shoulders.

kamden lays the final down nicely on your boss’ desk and close the door behind him. the report is now in the past.

“y/n, thank you again, you’ve worked so hard,” kamden quickly engulfs you in a tight hug with the blanket, and doesn’t seem to be letting go soon.

“you too, i don’t know how you stay focused for so long… let’s go home now,” kamden shakes his head.

you tilt your head, super confused.

kamden wraps you in his arms with the blanket. “i’m already home,” he smiles before giving you a warm kiss.

you giggle, “you’re cheeky babe… but please i’m tired im calling in sick, our boss sucks ass”

kamden huffs in agreement keeping you by the shoulder as you guys leave the office. taerae can get back his stuff later.

#boys planet #mnet boys planet #kpop #zb1 #zb1 drabbles #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zerobase1 #na kamden #boys planet imagines #boys planet kamden

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Hard To Handle

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x PlusSize!Handler!Reader (Fem!Reader) (RPF)

My Masterlist

Summary: You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

Warnings: 18+, minors plz go away, dark fic(or my attempt at one), dub/non-con, soft!dark!Sebastian, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, biting/marking, manhandling, choking, edging, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, angst, light dom/sub, swearing, fat shaming/name calling(not by seb), mentions of body image issues // If there are warnings I missed plz lmk so I can include them. In general, if this type of content is triggering for u DNI. Read at ur own risk

Word Count: 5,100

A/N- This is my first dark fic, or at least kinda dark? Idk but I hope you enjoy it! Seb is obviously OOC (since this is a dark fic) he’s also a bit of a brat😉 I tried my best w/ the Romanian but I don’t speak it so take it at face value plz. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story is also on my AO3 account, Ruby_Nation, but should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

I want to shoutout the writers who lured me to the dark side with their incredible fics @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @kinanabinks @angryschnauzer @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Famous actor Sebastian Stan was a lot of things: charming, intelligent, insanely talented, a hilarious goofball, and, of course, drop-dead gorgeous. There was something about his chiseled jaw and hooded gaze that made it impossible to look away from the celebrity. What Sebastian Stan was not, however, was good at following rules. Your rules, to be exact. As his handler, you had specific stipulations set out for him to follow. But did famous actor Sebastian Stan listen to said rules? No, of course not. This made your job as his glorified babysitter immensely more challenging. Since, every time he disregarded your directives, you were the one who dealt with the repercussions. He knew this, and yet on the very first stop of his press tour, he decided to run off and galavant around an unfamiliar city unsupervised.

5 hours earlier

When you arrived at the hotel with Sebastian, it was 7 pm. Your jet-lagged self was still on LA time, though, so it felt more like 9 pm to you. At least your room was nice, even if it was connected to Sebastian’s by a single door. You quickly changed out of your travel outfit, unpacked your toiletry bag-since hotel shampoo was a cruel joke-and went to the bathroom. After that, you walked over to the door that lead to Sebastian’s room and knocked. No answer. You knocked again, “Sebastian! We need to go over tomorrow’s itinerary.” Still nothing. Luckily, the door was unlocked. A subsequent sweep of his quarters revealed that they were empty.

Shit.

That slippery motherfucker had once again escaped under your watchful eye. Okay, maybe not so watchful since you had been on the other side of a wall when he slipped away. But he was only out of eyeshot for about twenty minutes and he managed to not only fly the coop but also unpack all of his luggage. He had so many suitcases! How in the world did he unpack them all so fast? Not that it mattered, because when you found him you were going to handcuff him to one of those god-damn oversized suitcases. See how he liked lugging around an inconvenient charge for a change.

Present

Now you were wandering around the nightlife district looking for the escaped actor. You stopped outside a bar that could only be described with the word “dive” in front of it. This had to be it since you had scoured every other location in the area that offered booze and/or entertainment. You had waded through drunken crowds in cramped bars, had enjoyed some nice piano music at a more upscale establishment, you had even witnessed a very flexible dancer shimmy up a pole and then drop back down it hanging on with only one leg. Still, Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

At one of the places, you thought you’d found him sitting on a stool at a bar with his back turned to you. You tapped his shoulder and instead found a drunken man in his 50s. The stench of bottom-shelf whiskey wafted off of him. He teetered in his seat on the verge of toppling over. He’d leaned towards you, either because he thought your touch had been a sign of womanly desire or gravity had finally caught up to his unbalanced state. Either way, you leaped back, smacking into a waitress carrying a tray of beer. The tray went flying. The beer went on you.

So, you were in a particularly foul mood as you walked into the last bar on your quest to find the most annoying actor on the planet. You were soaked in cheap booze and out forty bucks you had used to comp the spilt drinks. It took one sweep of the bar’s interior to spot the man you had been trying to find for the past five hours.

He was standing under dim lights in the back, surrounded by a boisterous group of men. The bastard was playing pool. By the carefree look on Sebastian’s face and the way he was joking around with his new buddies, his evening had been a lot less shitty than yours. You centered yourself, trying your best to reign in the anger thrumming through your entire being, and strode towards the man who made your job, no, your life, a constant stress-inducing nightmare.

Sebastian stood at the far end of the pool table, lining up his cue stick to sink the last solid ball on the pool table. His relaxed demeanor was all confidence, but the slight furrow of his brow gave away how deeply he was focusing. You shoved your way through the loud men gathered around the table. When you finally reached Sebastian, you stopped at his side, glaring at him with murderous intent. You expected him to notice the waves of thinly veiled rage radiating from your presence right away. But instead of turning around to beg for forgiveness, he just kept staring at the ball in front of him, oblivious to your fuming state. At this point, you had had enough of this bullshit and just wanted to get back to the god-damn hotel.

“Hey, asshole!” You shouted so that your voice was heard over the roaring group of men. Unfortunately, since you were right next to his ear, you startled him. Sebastian jumped. The hand that was gripping his cue stick flew forward, sending the cue ball directly into a side pocket. Members of Sebastian’s team went into an uproar, furious about the scratch.

Sebastian whipped around, surprise and anger etched into his features, “Y/N?! What the hell? What are you doing here?”

You were about to retort when a large hand grasped your shoulder and spun you around to face a man who looked like a frat bro mixed with a pickup truck. He fumed, “You just fucking cost us the game! I’m out two hundred bucks now, you fat bitch!”

Normally, you were able to keep your cool whenever insults were thrown at you. Years of similar-looking asshats calling you all types of degrading names had given you pretty thick skin. However, there was something about this particular meathead that broke through it. The awful night you were having probably had something to do with it too. You stood on your tip-toes, getting up in his face, “What did you just call me? If I were you, I’d turn the fuck around, prick.”

He lowered his head, closing the distance between the two of you even more. His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of cigarettes and dollar store cologne, “And why’s that, little piggy?”

You saw red. You swung your fist back, about to go for a gut punch when a large body pushed between you and the truck man. Sebastian looked like he wanted to hit the other guy too, but instead, he wrapped a hand around your arm and held you at a distance.

In a flash, Sebastian’s cool demeanor returned, “I’m sorry about my… sister, Tod, she’s just in a bad mood right now, ya ‘know?” He gave the man a tight smile as if letting him in on a little joke.

You stepped forward to protest, “I am not his sis–” His grip on your upper arm squeezed tighter. “Ow!” you squeaked, but he just kept looking forward, not even glancing back at you.

Tod, formerly known as Pissface, seemed to accept Sebastian’s explanation. Apparently, though, he still felt the need to give his two cents on why you were in such a “bad mood” as Sebastian had put it, “Yeah. She’s probably on the rag, man.”

You rolled your eyes, of course. Of course, a grade-A troll like him would say that. Of fucking course.

Pissface–Tod–continued to run his mouth, “I thought she was some stalker man, you guys don’t even look related.”

Sebastian laughed humorlessly, “She takes after our mom.”

“Huh. Either way, you should put a muzzle on that thing,” Tod nodded towards you. You flipped him the bird and he sneered back at you. “Ugly fat chicks like you always have the bitchiest personalities,” he turned his head back to Sebastian, “Good luck getting any tonight if that’s your wingman.” With those departing words, the deadshit man walked off. Sebastian made no move to rebuke the insult. Instead, he pulled you towards the exit, only pausing to shove a wad of cash at a waitress to cover whatever expenses he’d racked up.

Sebastian burst through the exit door, your arm still clutched in his vice-like grip. He dragged you down the street before finally letting you go.

You rubbed the spot on your arm he had held and swiveled to glare at the bar that was now almost out of sight. “God, what a douchebag. I’m glad he lost all that money,” you turned your gaze back to where Sebastian stood, illuminated by a lamppost, “why were you even on a team with a dick like him? I’m sure his friends weren’t any better. What’s wrong with y-”

“Y/N, Shut up!” Sebastian yelled, his usually relaxed tone gone. You took a step back in surprise. His eyes stared daggers at you and there was a brooding aura around him all of a sudden. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his body was stiff as if holding back rage. For the first time since you had started working for him, Sebastian Stan was legitimately pissed off. He tended to be the one who rolled with the punches, who wasn’t bothered by anything. But now, he looked furious. And for whatever reason, his newfound anger was targeted at you.

You were immediately on the defensive, “What’s your problem? Why are you angry with me? Pissface back there was the one being an ass,” you took a few steps closer to him to prove that you weren’t intimidated by his menacing presence, “And I’m the one who has the right to be angry at you!”

He narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips, leaning forward, as if talking to a petulant child, “And why is that?”

You let out a frustrated noise. “What do you mean, ‘why’? You snuck off again! Sebastian, you are so selfish, you know that!? I’ve been searching all over, by myself, trying to find you for the past–” you checked the time-“five and a half hours!”

Your words made Sebastian pause, “You’ve been what?” he didn’t let you answer, “Why the hell have you been out here alone at night? And trying to start a fight with some wannabe pool hustler? You’re lucky I saved you from getting your ass handed to you back there.”

“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself just fine. I’m not some fragile doll, look at me,” you gestured to yourself, “I’m a big girl, I can fight my own battles.”

“You’re telling me you could have taken on that prick back there? What about all of his buddies, huh? You don’t think before you act, Y/N.” He said your name like an irritated parent reprimanding their child. “Why’re you so fuckin’ reckless!?” Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends, “Y/N, you’re my handler, not my bodyguard. And even if you were, I still wouldn’t want you wandering around a strange new city at night by yourself.”

“Sebastian, that’s exactly what you did,” you deadpan.

“That’s obviously different, Y/N,” he said flippantly, brushing aside your very valid point, “I can’t believe I have to explain this to you. You’re a woman, that makes you vulnerable. The world is full of dangerous people, Y/N. Especially men, who would do god knows what to you if given the opportunity. That’s true in any situation, but when you do this?!” He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated, “You’re just asking for some random bastard to take advantage of you.”

He was missing the point, “Like I said before; you don’t have any reason to be so worked up. If I was smaller I’d understand your concern, but since I look the way I do, I don’t have to worry about being ‘taken advantage of’ as you put so lightly.”

“What does your size have to do with anything, Y/N?”

You shook your head, he just didn’t get it. “My whole life I’ve been pretty much ignored by the entirety of the male species, and when they do notice me it’s to reaffirm how repulsive they find me. All because of my size,” your words tasted like bile, painful but true, “That fact doesn’t change when I’m out on my own or when it’s after sundown.” Why was he making you explain this? How could he not see what was so obvious to everyone else?

Sebastian’s voice was somber now, “That kind of thinking is going to get you hurt, Y/N. Or worse, killed.”

Deep down you knew some of what Sebastian said was true but there was no way you were bowing down to his claims, “How would you even know? You have no idea what it’s like to be me. You never will.” His blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something you despised: pity.

Finished with the conversation, you decided to stop sugarcoating your words, “Sebastian, get it through your thick skull, no man is going to violate me! I’m too big, too fat, too disgusting! I’m just not worth it!" You were out of breath with your words, and your eyes brimmed with spite-filled tears. Sebastian stared at you, wide-eyed and lips parted in disbelief at your outburst. You quickly turned away from him, trying to discreetly rub the tears from your eyes.

“We are done talking about this. As your handler, I am the one responsible for keeping you out of harm's way and fixing any screwups you cause. I will not apologize for doing my job by coming down here to find you. I am the one who lays down the law, not you.” You took out your phone. “Now, I’m calling us a ride and we’re going back to the hotel. That’s an order.”

Quick steps sounded behind you and when you turned back around Sebastian was right in front of you, “What are you do–”

He snatched your phone away.

“Hey–”

Sebastian grabbed your now phoneless hand and tugged you towards a nearby ally. He kept hold of your wrist as you stumbled after him, confused. What was happening? Had he seen some paparazzi and was trying to hide? If so, he didn’t have to be so rough.

Once you were off the sidewalk and out of sight he pulled up short. You ran into him, unprepared for his sudden halt. Right as you were trying to pull free, he dropped your wrist. You stumbled forward and caught yourself on the brick wall in front of you.

Before you could right yourself, Sebastian was there, pressing his muscled body flush against your backside. What was happening? Startled, you tried to push yourself off the wall to get away from him. His hands shot forward and yanked your flailing fists behind your back. His right hand locked them in place with its strong grip. His left arm wrapped around your soft middle, fingers skimming your waist. It all happened so fast. You froze-too overwhelmed by Sebastian caging you against himself. His heated presence overpowered your senses. You couldn’t utter a single sound.

Sebastian was now devoid of the anger that had been coursing through his veins just a moment ago. His face nuzzled into your neck and shivers shot down your spine at the feel of his rough stubble scraping your skin. He breathed you in and let out a guttural sound. “You smell like beer,” he chuckled. The low rumble of his dark laughter slid over you like a velvety blanket. It caressed every nook and cranny of your body. He flicked his tongue against the base of your neck, sending tingles along your arms, “Taste like it too.”

“Seb-”

You tried to protest but his tongue returned to your skin and you were once again rendered speechless. He licked a languid stripe from the base of your neck up to the notch of your jaw, nipping at the sensitive flesh. You yelped. His rough lips curved into a devious smile as he continued his assault on your exposed throat. Sebastian must have felt your heartbeat increase under his touch because he nipped at your pulse point. He dug his teeth in deeper this time, almost breaking skin. Your cry of pain morphed into a groan of pleasure when he sucked at the spot and then smoothed his tongue over it.

While his mouth continued to explore your throat, his left hand began its own expedition. It trailed up your stomach and landed on your right breast. When he squeezed and felt your hard nipple straining against the confines of your clothes, he let out a low growl. You gasped when he balled up the front of your blouse in his fist. He wouldn’t dare. He pulled down, tearing the still damp fabric apart. Before you had the chance to rebuke him for having the audacity to rip one of your favorite shirts, his hand once again cupped your breast, this time slipping underneath your bra. His thick fingers rolled over your sensitive nipple and the sound you made was something so obscene you couldn’t believe that you had just produced it. He rubbed your already swollen nub raw. His fingers pinched and plucked and squeezed until you were a writhing mess in his arms, trying to escape the overstimulation.

“Shh, shh, shh,” his lurid voice whispered in your ear, “it’s okay, Y/N, I’ve got you. You’re doing just fine, sweetheart. God, you feel like perfection.” Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations and slid his hand up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze, just wrapped his fingers around your throat. He felt the thrum of your heartbeat against his thumb. Sebastian inhaled deeply, basking in your scent, “I knew you would be perfection,”

He caressed the underside of your jaw with his calloused thumb and smiled when you shuddered at his touch. You were at his mercy, he was the one in charge now. It was he who made the rules and kept you in place, “You may think no man is ever looking at you, but trust me, I haven’t been able to look away since the day we met.” His tone was deceptively calm, but his heavy panting proved that he was just as worked up as you were.

“You’re my every desire,” he growled, “do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about doing this exact thing? About pinning you down and touching every inch of you? Touching, caressing, squeezing your body until you’re a moaning mess. Unable to utter a single, infuriating word.” As he spoke he released his hold on your wrists, instead moving to the button of your jeans. He paused, his fingers skimmed over the clasp as if waiting to see what your next move would be. You couldn’t move, even if they were free now. You weren’t sure how he would react if you did, and you didn’t want to find out. This was not the Sebastian Stan you knew. This was something dark and unpredictable, something primal. A small part of your brain claimed that the real reason you didn’t fight was that you wanted him. That you wanted Sebastian to fuck you until you forgot your own name. “Good girl,” he remarked when you stayed still. You involuntarily preened at his praise, arching your back and grinding your ass against his crotch. He was hard, and from the feel of him, he was large.

Sebastian hissed, sucking in a groan at the feeling of your ass against his throbbing erection, “You are infuriating, dragă,” he knew you despised his Romanian nickname for you. You had always assumed he used it to taunt you. You were nobody’s “darling.” Maybe he had been sincere this whole time. “You drive me crazy with every order, every scowl, every negative comment you throw at yourself.” He slipped his hand under your waistband, roaming down towards your sex. His fingers danced just above your heated center. “I think I’ve finally found a way to shut you up,” He cupped your mound, his chest rumbled when he felt the evidence of just how aroused you were.

“S-Sebastian, please–” you weren’t sure if you were pleading for him to stop or for him to actually do something. Sebastian decided it was the latter and plunged a thick finger into your dripping pussy.

He drew in a quick breath, “Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart. Not sure if you’ll be able to take all of me-” he added another finger, working to get you ready-“but we won’t know until we try.” He continued to press and stretch your walls. When he added a third finger you lost it, giving up on holding back any sounds. The brief moments his palm brushed over your clit you mewled, desperate for more pressure on the pulsating bud.

His hand that was still fisted around your neck squeezed before dropping down. He pushed down your pants even more so that they laid at your knees He pulled your thick thighs further apart, widening your stance for easier access to your drenched hole. When his fingers began an assault on your bundle of nerves you threw your head back, and obscene sounds flew from your lips. The fingers inside of you pressed against your G-spot and you started to tremble from the overstimulation.

Sebastian ran his chin along your jaw. The knowledge that he was making you come undone with only his hands was driving him crazy. He ground his clothed erection against your ass, smiling when you gasped at the feel of him. Focus back on you, he flattened his thumb on your clit, massaging it with precise motions. He was greedy for your release.

It was all too much: Sebastian’s fingers pumping in and out of you, the exquisite pressure he was forcing upon your clit, the feel of his heavy breaths against your ear. You convulsed in his arms, your back arching up as molten lava flowed through your veins.

You were still recovering from the high his fingers had just pulled from you, but Sebastian didn’t care. There was no way he was waiting another second to fuck you. He spun you around to face him. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hands moved to his pants. He pulled out his cock. It was thick and long, precum was already leaking from the tip. He stroked it from base to tip while his eyes devoured your disheveled state. Your breasts bounced with your every gasping breath. Your peaked nipples were still raw from his earlier torment. It looked like you might crumble that very second, too wrecked to stand up straight. You could barely hold your own weight, he had turned your bones into jelly. Sebastian smirked when he noticed the numerous marks he had left all over your neck and shoulders. His gaze wandered back to your face and his cock twitched when he saw the arousal clear in your eyes. Your irises were just thin halos of color shadowed by your blown-out pupils. It was a good thing he had already gotten you off because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep from blowing his load once inside your velvety walls.

“Look at me, dragă.”

You refused, even though he had just given you the most intense orgasm of your life. There was something about this new position. You felt more vulnerable and didn’t want him to see that reflected in your expression. Instead, you turned your face away from his. That was a mistake.

Sebastian growled. He snatched your neck in his grip again, jerking your head forward to face him dead on. “What did I fucking say?”

Your hazy focus zeroed in on him, hyperaware of the beating of your heart against his heavy palm. His fingers squeezed tighter and you rasped out, “To look at you.”

His grip compressed even more, “Say my name. I want to make sure you know who’s in control now.”

It was a desperate fight for air to get the words out, “Y-you are-” He squeezed tighter- “Sebastian!” You managed to squeak out, seeing spots. His grip loosened enough for you to heave in a gasp of air, your body tingling from the return of oxygen to your veins. His hand was still wrapped around your throat, though, his intense blue eyes seemed to see into your soul, “You’re in control, Sebastian.”

“That’s a good girl, Y/N,” his low murmur was laced with warning, “You’re gonna take every inch I give you; gonna be a good girl for me,” his lips widened into an ominous grin, “I’m not going to hold back.”

You gasped as he nudged your aching folds with the tip of his cock, running it up and down your pussy lips. He thrust into you without further warning. His lips met yours in a deep kiss at the same time. It was an overload of sensations, his tongue caressed the crease of your mouth, demanding entrance, while his hips pounded into you relentlessly. You arched into him, mewling at his unforgiving pace. Your hands flew up to his toned shoulders, gripping them so hard that Sebastian could feel the bite of your fingernails beneath his shirt. Finally prying your lips apart with his tongue, he crashed his lips onto yours, locking your tongues in a heated dance that took your breath away and left you wanting more. More of his mouth, more of his touch, more of him.

Sebastian seemed to read your thoughts. He rutted into you with even more force. Your pussy walls ached at the stinging stretch of his thick cock. The hand that wasn’t around your neck grabbed your thigh. As he lifted it to wrap around his waist your pant leg slipped down to pool at your feet. His fingers dug into your thigh as he held your leg up. The new angle allowed him to slide against your upper wall with each thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the spot that sent shivers down your spine. He released his hold on your throat and brought it down to your center. When he massaged your clit with his dexterous fingers, you saw stars.

“Holy fuck,” you heaved, trying to get air in your lungs, “Sebastian! Oh my god, Sebastian-” All you could do was string together a jumble of incoherent words and moans and cries of pleasure-filled pain.

“Are you close, baby?” his raspy voice teased. He removed his hand from your core, resting it just above where you needed him. You whined at the loss and tried to grind up to reach fingers. He clucked his tongue disapprovingly, “Awww, poor thing. Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?”

You nodded, desperate for release.

“Use your words, dragă,” he tapped his fingers lightly, still too far away for the motion to give you any relief.

“Y-Yes, I want to cum,” you hoped that would be enough for him to take pity on your unruly state.

It wasn’t. “Then beg for it. You already got to cum once, why should a disobedient, aggravating slut like you get to cum again?” The angle of his thrusts changed, he was chasing his own release now. If you didn’t convince him, he wasn’t going to let you cum. You didn’t have the energy in you anymore to be defiant for the sake of your dignity. Screw dignity. All you knew was that you needed him to fuck you until you came undone on his fat cock.

“Please, please let me cum on your dick. It’s all I want. I need it,” His hips angled up to brush against your G-spot again, but he still didn’t touch your clit, “Please, I’ll do anything. I’m sorry for what I did. Please forgive me, Sebastian, I need to cum. Make me cum on your thick cock. Please, Sebastian, please.”

Sebastian tensed when you used his name, his hooded gaze darkened with a hungry desire at the sound of it coming from your lips. Satisfied, he brought his fingers back to your throbbing bud, “That’s my good girl.” You shrieked in delight. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.” He pressed harder against your clit, repeatedly rolling over the spot that made you squeal in ecstasy.

He groaned at your sounds, “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to, sweetheart.” His hips pumped up into yours, driving you both further to the edge. Sebastian’s grunts and moans filled the space, “Cum for me, Y/N.” Sebastian ordered as he took you, “Wanna feel your perfect cunt milk my cock dry,” his words sent you hurtling over the edge, and with one more snap of his hips, you were gone. Your insides spasmed and your entire body convulsed from the waves of pure bliss washing over you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his defined shoulders. Sebastian kept moving his fingers against your clit, making your pussy clamp around his massive cock even tighter.

Sebastian buried himself to the hilt and his load exploded inside of you. “Holy fuck!” He roared as thick ropes of cum coated your quivering walls. His body shuddered at the impact of his release. He felt lightheaded. He dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your waist to ground himself. Your soft whimpers were like music to his ears. He pulled you to him, cementing his cock inside of your still trembling walls. He shifted his hold so that one arm wrapped protectively around your waist. His other hand came up to gently cradle the side of your face. You were too spent to try and object to his hold. It was like your bodies melded into one; his hard, sculpted edges melted into your soft, rounded curves. Sebastian drank in the feeling of you. He was never going to let you go. His fingers lifted your chin so that your eyes met his and he planted a chaste kiss on your lips. “Looks like you’re not as repellent as you thought, dragă.”

(P.S. I really like this handler!reader concept so I might make some more that are also stand-alone's.)

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lilith-little-world · 11 months

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Character ai is a mess. I went back to it and lost myself in it again, but I'm back now but idk for how long. So I'm gonna like speedrun all of my writing and editing for this and the 2nd chapter. Cause holy shit, I'm gonna be hella busy in a few months. Also found out I have a small and harmless heart condition...yeah so this month been crazy.

Also made a little drawing since I was gone for a while. Hopefully I’ll be back with weekly updates now I’m off of character ai and started to take meds for my heart.

I Saw You Once In a Dream, Maybe Pt 9

Is it too late to kick him out? He stares up at you and smirks. You can feel your face get ready as the embarrassment hits. You can't be seriously asking for him to tag along.

You might as well beg for him to come.

“Can you please, come with me? I would appreciate it, if you can. I'll even buy something for you.”

It took everything in you to stare back at him. The urge to smack him increased when his smirk widened.

How the fuck did you two got married in the future?

“Oh, of course, I will come along. Especially when you asked so nicely.” He stands up and heads to the front door, giving you one last glance.

You sigh and try to calm down. Ever since running into him, your day has been…well you can't even describe it. Was it bad? Good? Meh?

You lock the door and catch up to Monkey King, who was waiting for you on the sidewalk. He gives you a soft smile.

“So which way are we going?”

“There's a small market nearby. It's just a short walk, 5 minutes tops.”

You walk off and try to block out any thoughts of how you prefer that smile on his face.

Monkey King nods and follows you.

“So what are you planning for dinner? I'm not much of a cook but I can help!” He stares at you with that same soft expression.

What the hell happened?! Why is he acting all calm and sweet all of a sudden?

You continue to ignore your thoughts and how your heart was fluttering.

“I don't know, I guess we'll find out when I buy the groceries. I'm not much of a cook either. I just fall asleep and skip dinner for most nights.”

“I don't think that's healthy for a human.” He mutters. You can see he wanted to say something more.

“Maybe, but I never had a reason to make dinner. A snack or takeout was enough.”

“So why not tonight?”

“Well…” You felt nervous and embarrassed. “It's been a while since I had someone over at my house so I just thought…that maybe I should do something different- something special.” You didn't need to see your face to know you were blushing. You wanted to scold yourself for getting all flustered for no reason yet all your thoughts stopped when you glanced at Monkey King.

He stares at you with wide eyes.

“You're cooking dinner because of me?” His eyes seem to shine like stars. Beaming with fondness and affection. “Looks like someone is falling for me.”

“What?! I just met you!” You nudge his shoulder. You wanted to get mad or at least annoyed but you just laughed. Monkey King laughs with you as he bumps his shoulder with yours. “Sneakily” holding your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, his grasp firm.

You smiled at him and held his hand back. Leaning on his shoulder as you both walk to the grocery store.

Even though you two spent an hour there. You enjoyed his company. Monkey King, helping by grabbing items or just joking around and having fun. What had always been a chore for you, felt fun when he joined along.

Okay, maybe you're starting to understand why you married this idiot.

Also, you managed to buy a little more than usual since he could carry a lot of things. That was a huge plus for you, since you refuse to use your car for anything. Does that thing even work? Oh, wait, pretty sure you lost the key to it and are too lazy to get a new one.

“Thank you again for helping to carry the bags back. You can place it on the counter.”

“You bought a lot of things, how empty is your fridge?”

“Shhhh, we don't talk about that. I bet you don't even have a fridge, so don't judge.”

“There's literally nothing in here.” He said placing a few items in the fridge.

You blow a raspberry at him and put the refrigerated items in the fridge.

“I told you I usually eat a snack or takeout. I hardly cook.”

“Is it because you don't know how to cook? How worried should I be, when you serve me my plate?”

You roll your eyes.

“If you're so worried, then I won't serve you anything.”

“Hey now, I said, I would be worried but that won't stop me from eating it. Edible or not, you're serving me food you made! No way I'm passing that opportunity. Maybe I can pretend, my darling spouse made me the best dinner after a long day of work.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Are we really going to roleplay being an old married couple or what? We barely met, Monkey King.”

“Wukong, you can call me Wukong.”

You raise a brow at him.

“Alright, Wukong. So we are on a first-name basis now huh?”

“I mean-” He glances away, but you can see his cheeks turning red. “I really want to have a relationship with you and it'll be weird having you calling me by my title.”

It was weird to see him so…embarrassed and flustered. Throughout this whole day, he has been teasing you. Maybe there were a few moments when you saw him more softly. You just laughed and ruffled his fur in his head.

“I guess you're right about that, so Wukong it is then. Now put on a show we can watch while I cook. Nothing fancy or crazy, just some regular easy and fast food.”

Wukong chuckles as he heads to the living room.

“Alright, fine, but no complaints about what I pick.”

You put away the groceries and left the ingredients out. Once in a while, glancing at the tv to see what Wukong was searching for. You head to the trash can to throw something away when you spot the stuffed toy.

A part of you felt bad for throwing it away but another part of you felt embarrassed that you even bought the toy. What would Wukong think? Would he tease you about it or be hurt that you threw it away? That's if he found out. I wonder what will be the consequences for this?

#lmk reader #lmk y/n #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #sun wukong #monkey king #lmk wukong #sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk monkey king x reader #monkey king x reader #lmk #interactive story

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hetalia-club · 5 months

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If anyone is like me and enjoys other peoples relationship drama and stories from idiot man children this is something you will thoroughly enjoy.

Not related to these stories at all but I just want everyone who sent me kind words today and yesterday to know that I read all of them and I appreciate every single one of them!

They helped cheer me up a lot, or rather level out. Yeah that's a better word.

I want all to know who had been following my freak out last night that I read through our argument text from last night after I left his house, just a little bit ago. I've gone from sad to just mad honestly.

I thought it was funny that like his main gripe in our relationship. Like his BIGGEST hang up, an unforgivable act in his eyes I guess... you ready for this? To hear the worst thing I ever did to this man child?

Two summers ago he asked me to do this couples golf tournament with him like mid summer, July, so it was hot as hell. I get terrible migraines when I get too hot. He knows this. Everyone who knows me knows this. I have a medical condition. So I told him. "No because I'll get sick" APPARENTLY he never let that go. has not brought it up sense. I even forgot about it. he legit never breathed a word about it. Didn't say it made him mad or sad, nothing.

I was like "So I should have gone even though I don't know the rules, can't hit the ball further than a few feet and actually can't stand in the heat for too long with no shade? Was I just supposed to go and get sick for you?" and you guessed it! That answer was "YES >:(" He said I was being very selfish and I know know much he likes to golf.

Also for some people saying that maybe we could go to Italy together if he still has his ticket. He also never bought his ticket and he just fucking lied about it. Idk what he was going to do come May and I was ready to go. He would have probably gaslight me and come up with some convoluted lie on how his ticket got all messed up or something.

ALSO!! if you want to know just how big of a man child I delt with for 5 years. Here is another tiny little story of the 10 billion I probably have. I had to go to the court house to get the papers for his passport because he 'didn't know how'. You legit walk in go to teh clerk and say 'passport papers porfavor'. Then you go home. THEN he didn't even fill it out. He took it to his parents house and had his MOMMY do it for him. He's in his late 20's btw.

He lied to me and told me HE filled out the passport information but I know he didn't because his mom had mentioned to me that she was the one who did it for him because she thought it was 'ridiculous he couldn't do it himself'. I never told him I knew he was lying and just let him lie. She said that he said it was because he "didn't know where he was born" what grown adult human does not know the city they were born in? Honestly I never called him out for it because I was embarrassed for him. Gave me such ICK. My 12 year old nephew could tell me the town he was born in...He is the KING of weaponized incompetence.

ALSO!

He would legit pretend he couldn't find the dish washer pods in his OWN HOUSE that he bought and put away under the sink. So he would never wash dishes no matter how many time I showed him how to use the dishwasher. He would pretend he couldn't do laundry to. Towards the end of our relationship when I got tired of being his mommy. I stopped putting his clothes away and would fold them and place them in the hamper right next to the closet so he could put them away and he would never put them away and his cat would lay on them and they would get covered in hair and he would wear cat hair covered clothes out just to spite me I think. We would be walking into a nice restaurant and I would be quickly picking cat hair off his clothes in a rush so he looked somewhat put together. He also never cleaned his cats litter box which really irritated me because I don't really like cats for this reason but I also couldn't let her have a dirty box. I had told him when we got together it's HIS cat and he needed to continue to take care of her as if I were not there. He didn't do that, he couldn't even be bothered to wash out her food dish to get the old wet food out before putting new in. So I just did that to. I want to make it very clear to everyone though he CAN do these things. He just didn't because he knew I would do it.

I always knew he was immature and a big baby but I never let myself think it for too long because I would 'feel bad'. But oh my god our maturity levels were not syncing up.

#hc talking smack

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 1 year

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I gotta ask... The symbol relationship asks... For Whiskers! 🥺

1. What were their first impressions of one another?

Kisa found Lucille odd at first. Too inquisitive and curious. Too nice, even. He spent a good deal of time waiting to find an ulterior motive. But he did find her gorgeous, so there is that.

2 .What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

A classic man.. Expensive dinner and a nice walk in the Harbour. One of those dates where you don't want to separate at the end because it feels so right and warm.

3. It’s late at night and your characters want food, what do they order/find in the fridge?

DEFINITELY the two am chocolate chip cookies couple!!! tell me I'm wrong?! they are definitely baking and giggling and getting flour all over each other.

4. What’s a typical Sunday like for them?

With the assumption Kisa has no work; Either working on their own projects in comfortable silence, or resident kittyboy knitting while Luci naps on his lap.

5. What’s their love language like? Are they compatible with one another?

Kisa's giving are gifts and physical touch, his receiving is quality time and physical touch! I do not recall Lucille's but I think her entire personality is a love language in and of itself, and Kisa agrees with me so. Very compatible indeed.

6. Do they have any pet names/nicknames for eachother?

Kisa is.. a lover of petnames and nicknames.. SO MANY. but uhh; "My petal." "My flower." "Droplet." "Mi vida." "The thread to my needle." he lays 'em on thique.

7. What do they argue about?

They're more talk it out people but I can definitely see them getting into it over Kisa's work. Especially the.. shittier stuff?

8. Who does what chores, and why?

Okay idk about Luci, but I know that Kisa loves laundry and loves cooking. He HATES dishes though.

9. What’s the most difficult thing they’ve been through together?

we don't talk sad scenarios for them very often but honestly, just divulging each other's pasts and lost friends to each other and working through the pain of it together...

10. How do they make up after a fight?

Kisses and snuggles and Kisa WILL cook for her.

11. Who causes the most arguments?

Outsiders. idk how to explain it, again they're more likely to talk things through. But if somebody (like Decord or Galin or Zhongli) accidentally instigates an argument with a comment even unintentionally then well.

12. What would they say each other’s worst quality is?

Kisa is afraid of Lucille's trusting nature. It isn't that its her worst quality, he doesn't think about that. But its the quality of hers that he fears the most.

13. What would they say each other’s best quality is?

He thinks shes so nurturing and loving. It makes him so happy. She's such a kind soul and he appreciates it so much, he wants to protect her even though he knows Luci doesn't need it.

14. How would they describe one another if asked?

"Lucille? Ah, mi vida.. She's such a kind person, isn't she? (laughs) yes, unique too.. Her laughter is like sunlight and her smile is like the moon reflecting on a beautiful pond. The keeper of my soul that one.. Oh and her hair is simply so soft!"

15. What names are they saved as on each other’s phone?

"Love of my life(pink)"

16. What would they consider quality time?

working on their own projects in the same room in quiet or with minimal talking! Kisa likes to just exist with her.

17. Who decides which movies to watch?

They take turns...

18. How are they like on a road trip together?

I'm 80% sure this happens in canon?? i forgor. anyways kisa mf napping half the time!!! boy!! get up!

19. It’s raining, did either of your OCs bring an umbrella? If so, who, and do they share it?

Kisa did, his tail is a bitch when its wet. And of course he shares!

20. What are they like when sharing a bed?

cling machine 5000

21. Who is better at games? Does the loser take it graciously?

Depends on the game? Lucille 100% strikes me as NOT a sore loser, but Kisa definitely is sometimes LMAO

22. Do they ever share clothes?

kisa u cannot tailor ur gfs clothes to fit you when you miss her, thats so strange of you. anyways yes they share clothes.

23. Your OCs are on a trip and there’s only one bed! What do they do?

sleep together?? nightly activities even?? SNUGGLE. (we cut to luci cuddling kisa's tail instead of him)

24. What do your characters think about marriage? Are they for or against it?

Kisa deffo never saw himself getting married. NAH NO WAY. but now he's like "okay maybe.. but only to her." like alr. simp.

25. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other.

HER SMILE!!!!! also her hair. he's j really into fluffing her hair.

26. Do any of them have bad habits that the other can’t stand?

omg kisa is the kind of person who puts his needle in his mouf and j leaves it there and that would annoy ME personally. that's so gross.

27. Who is more down to earth?

LUCILLE 100%

28. Are they affectionate in public? Is it too much?

disgusting!!!!! they love each other and everyone knows. it is everyone's problem. (we cut to decord gagging while sandrone smacks him)

29. How are they affectionate in private?

(smirk emote) sooo many kisses... but also kisa will take his arm off around her and idk thats a big sign of trust for him because it makes him insanely more vulnerable. and then he'll j?? cuddle her!!

30. How does your OC react to being broken up with?

"Oh. okay. I understand. I wish you the best, Lucille." (he's going to go cry for DAYS now. even Galin can't cheer him up and they usually never fail)

31. Do they fall in love easily?

no.

32. Your character is in love, do they confess? If not, how long do they wait?

okay deadass pretty sure Kisa waited so much longer than he should have. I don't recall if we ever talked about who confessed first?? but honestly Kisa waits longer than he should cause he's.. afraid! this is new. he's slept with people sure, had dates, toyed around. But real genuine feelings? yikes, bro.

33. Who was the first to say ‘I love you’?

Same as before, I am not sure if we discussed this??

34. Who is more stubborn?

Kisa lol..

35. What moment did they realise that they were in love?

Working on something for an upcoming mission and his arm malfunctioning and Lucille picking up the dropped needle without missing a beat in her story and handing it to him with a grin before she continues and Kisa can hear his heart in his ears and he can't help the swish of his tail and his arm is still twitching but gods she's gorgeous and her voice is so soothing and maybe he won't make the deadline if his arm needs to be repaired but it doesn't matter because THIS moment matters.

36. How long have they been friends? Would they consider each other best friends?

I like to think they're fast friends so sure maybe they aren't friends the longest before dating (looks at mors caeli with judgement) but they're good friends!!

37. How did they become friends?

ngl I highkey forgot how they met and we should visit that again!! but I think it was Sulien's fault.

38. Who’s more ticklish?

Kisa is not AT ALL ticklish, so maybe Luci?

39. If your OCs has/had a child, who would be the stricter parent?

Hmm they're both carefree but strict in their own ways, imo? On the surface you'd think Luci is the less strict parent, but with what they've both been through I think they have their own "things", yk?

40. What do they do when they miss one another? Is one more needy than the other/s?

Kisa is a bit of a weirdo and will sleep with something that smells like her. He has them cat senses. He's not a particularly needy person, but this is his first really real long term relationship so.. yk.

41. What green flags do they have for one another?

"She's a walking green flag. Literally. I love her so much."

42. Have they ever been jealous?

oh Kisa is MEGA jealous. he's just really good at hiding it. She's such a charismatic lovable person! hard not to be a little jealous of all the attention she gets.

43. Is one more introverted/extroverted than the other?

They are both extroverted and introverted enough.

44. Who’s the better cook?

gonna claim this spot for Kisa. he and Decord compete for best Razvedka chef.

45. Are they good at comforting one another? Does someone hide their feelings usually?

Kisa is bad at it at first. But once Luci tells him what she needs and how she likes to be comforted, he takes that to heart, and he's really good about being there for her. Kisa hides his feelings at first, but when/if she calls him out on it, it just comes out like a waterfall and he stops hiding them.

46. Would they have been friends with each other in school?

probably not ngl.

47. Who made the first move?

i forgor i have memory loss im SORRY.

48. Do they get on well with each other’s family? Is family important to them?

Luci DOES get on well with the Razvedka team and we know that that's Kisa's family! so yes.

49. Do they tease each other? What about?

BANTER LOVERS... anything and everything, but they both know not to go too far.

50. Is there anything that scares them about their friendship/relationship?

I mean Kisa is mortal.. so..

#☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh #From The Fate ; Roc #⋆｡°✩ Kisa #⋆｡°✩ Whiskers!#𓆩✧𓆪 Lucille #some things i do not remember and made up new lore SO sorry ily<3

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I finished Baldurs Gate 3 and I need about 3-5 business days to recover before I hop back into Elissa's playthrough. oh my god. I cried so much. my mom is trying to talk to me about this documentary on tv and I'm like "yeah that's great" while actively weeping

SO under the cut to help people avoid spoilers. my playthrough took nearly 120 hours and I didn't even finish everything in every act. this has spoilers for like, the entire main quest line of act 3 since I did a lot of the main items today lol

HHHHHHHH it was very difficult to make the decision to make Orpheus a mind flayer. I was going to have Alet do it but backpedaled immediately because I just could not imagine them leaving Astarion alone like that. I had to pause and pace around for a long time. I knew I didn't want to side with the emperor but Man

I literally played through killing Orin and Gortash today, saving the guild, a bunch of other smaller quest items, and wrapping up the Orphic Hammer stuff once I had Lae'zel back. So like. It's been a lot all in one day.

I had Karlach with me while I killed Gortash and her breakdown afterwards was so painful, I was already so upset at that point. then afterwards I go talk to Astarion and

Astarion and Karlach understand each other so well and love each other so much it makes me want to eat drywall. I just. think about after killing Cazador w/o doing the ritual, Karlach telling Astarion how fucking proud she is of him, how happy she is that he's free. and then this happens and he can't even return the sentiment, because there is no other way out for Karlach. there barely was for him - he's free, but he knows that freedom comes with a heavy price he hates that he has to pay. I just. want to squeeze them both so hard. lovingly.

At one point I looked up if you could become a mind flayer and then turn back into a humanoid and saw people saying that at the end Astarion could die from getting caught out in the sun and I literally spent the whole final quest panicking because he was literally in my party 100% of the game and I was scared he'd die because of it, but he was fine. I think the game was trying to half-joke about it but I was so emotionally raw at that point I literally minimized the game because I panicked so hard lol

I'm a little bummed there was no scene about where Shadowheart, Halsin, Minsc, and Jaheira were going after the dust settled. I also kind of wish there was something like the classic Dragon Age "put all the companions in a space so you can say goodbye to them individually" thing, I didn't realize once you find the boat to the brain you wouldn't be able to change your party or even talk to most of the companions again (besides Halsin and Jaheira, at least for me). I just expected there to be more between killing Gortash and setting off for the brain, I guess? or something at the end like the act 1 tiefling party where they wait until night so Astarion can join them and the player gets closure with everyone. I like the few bits of closure we get it would just be nice I guess?? idk

Alet and Astarion are off an another adventure though, going to try and find a way for him to walk in the sun again, because while Alet is more than happy in the dark with him the rest of their lives, they know he's not happy with it, and they will do Literally Anything to make him happy again, and that last conversation between them made me gay. also it was funny in that whole last section you can say "this might be the last time we ever kiss" and he says "well then let's make it a good one" and they have the quickest most chaste kiss I've ever seen, it was shorter than the one you can do at the camp, it was genuinely so funny like Neither of you have any clue what you're doing and I appreciate the effort

Karlach ended up going back to Avernus with Wyll. I'm sad the scene only has Karlach talking, but I get why it's like that, so not that disappointed. But. I'm so happy for them. They love each other so much and have such a deep connection, neither of them will ever be alone again. as soon as they figure out if it's even safe or not ("is the thing lighting up the hells actually the sun") Alet and Astarion are going to visit them and Hope

ANYWAY I need to take a break from the game so I don't explode, probably going to write some more fic about Alet and Astarion, and then I will attempt to jump into a second playthrough without romancing Astarion which feels Genuinely Wrong, why would I even play the game without my favorite weird little guy hanging out asking for hugs :(

#bg3 spoilers ///#connor plays bg3 #this is entirely incoherent and I don't care because I cried a lot

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polarfarina · 1 year

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So today I had a customer ask me where the port wine flavored spreadable cheese was. This is an understandable question because 1) they keep it hidden in a corner by the salsa (weird place) and 2) the entire store is being renovated and everything is fucking ass-backwards. Nobody can find anything. I can't even find anything. BUT. I do know where the port wine flavored spreadable cheese is. So I show it to this customer and he goes "oh thank you! I never would have found it" and I say no problem, they're always hiding things from us huh, we laugh, I go back to work. I hear him say "this is EXACTLY what I was looking for..." to himself, which just gives me an extra emotional boost. I helped him and he appreciated it. Nice. Okay anyway back to being timed on how fast I can collect 130 items from a disorganized list. P

Five minutes later this lady picks up a credit card off the ground and hands it to me, she's like "hey uhhhh" and I say "oh that's important thank you!" And my immediate thought is: that port wine cheese guy. He must have dropped his card. He was right here a few minutes ago... and I look around and I see him, clear on the other end of the store (which is huge btw, a SUPERSTORE, I get like 15k steps on average per shift here), but I know where he is so I powerwalk as fast as I can without running into pedestrians, worrying about the job I'm supposed to be doing, worrying if it's not his card, basically worrying in general the whole way there. Usually it would take about 5 minutes at a relatively leisurely place to walk this far but I clear it in less than a minute thirty seconds. And I rush over to him, as he's looking down the gardening aisles, and I ask him, "is this your card??" I'm very out of breath at this point btw.

And he takes it and he goes "well, that's not my name, but... let me double check that I have mine anyway" and he takes his own out and it's the SAME BRAND OF CARD. No wonder he wanted to check. But of course the one on the ground was not his. So then he asks me, "what will you do with it?" And I tell him that I'll take it to customer service, we have a lost and found there. I just wanted to check if it was his because I'd rather hand it directly to whoever owns it than hand it off to another stranger. But it'll be okay.

And this man looks at me with this really strong kindness in his eyes. He says, "what a Good Samaritan you are! Thank you so much for putting in all this effort to find the owner of this card!" And idk. I just looked at him and I saw he meant it. For the first time in a long time someone genuinely expressed their gratitude to me at work.

And then I ran off to cross the store once again, to take it to customer service. The front end manager took it with a simple "thanks" and turned away before I could say anything back. Back into reality....

#ghostly posts #rant rant rant that's all I do

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betweendoctorsanddetectives · 2 years

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top 5 movie films! top 5 activities to do that make you feel better and alive and in love with life! top 5 sitcoms! top 5 eps of inside no 9 if you have them :D

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii thank you for asking :-)

top 5 movie films:

these are in no specific order because i struggle to pick favourites + they are liable to change often depending on how i am feeling. BUT these are 5 of my favourites

paddington 2 !!! he is a little bear he is your friend and neighbour he is part of your community and making your life better. he is escaping the criminal justice system. simon farnaby has the hots for hugh grant dressed as a nun

stoker - have been meaning to rewatch this but just generally it ticks an awful lot of boxes for me. i like the themes i do like rage and control and blood it is very nice for me

fight club - i think its good i think men SHOULD express their anger and hopelessness at capitalism via interpersonal touching and showing skin and blowing things up . barbara kruger you construct intricate rituals etc etc

god's own country - very important to me personally that there is content about gay people in the rural countryside getting covered in mud and having sex and wearing jumpers and skinning dead lambs to give lonely lambs jackets which will endear them to the sheep

the private life of sherlock holmes :-) there was a gap in the market for gay holmes solving a mystery involving the loch ness monster and by god did billy bridge that gap. my glass of tea :>

top 5 activities to love life:

find a GOOD podcast episode or audiobook (i'd recommend here something comedic but introspective. you'll have tears in your eyes are they from laughter or emotion who knows) and then go on a walk with it . doesn't matter where you walk. anywhere and everywhere. don't need to walk very long or far find a bench or a wall sit on and watch creatures or people around you

PUZZLES . you have gathered that i am into sudoku well i am also ATTEMPTING to get into crosswords. crosswords have complex codes and indicators which you need to learn along with having a baseline of knowledge of lots of topics. i think finding a topic (such as a type of puzzle) and then endeavouring to learn its secrets is a wonderful thing. approach it with kindness and eagerness . i always find it amazing when i begin to comprehend the care and passion that people have for whatever topic they love. i used to think sudokus were relatively straightforward but there's a whole world of puzzles built upon sudoku logic and there are different techniques to learn and try and there are COMMUNITIES of people who love to talk about it and share puzzles and tips

analysing something you really love will not only enrich your love of that thing and entertain and inform you, it will also allow you to appreciate everything else you encounter in life more deeply and fully. i say this all the time but texts that i have read and ideas i have explored in the name of fun with friends have made me a better and more knowledgable person and i love to notice the little things around me

um idk if this is so much an activity as an ethos but nature makes me love life. i am make an effort to get fresh air, to listen to birdsong, to pay attention to trees and mushrooms and squirrels. i love the weather no matter what the weather is outside because i love the sky i love the rain i love the sun i love the shapes clouds make and i love when its cold and when its warm. i like flowers and i like bodies of water. no matter what happens these things will be there for you and me

a lot of these points overlap but i think that is part of the joy of life. how good things link together and overlap. anyway this one is about poetry. i think it is lovely to read a poem. it will highlight to you what the poet found noteworthy and that thing will become noteworthy to you too and resonate with you at random times. an onion makes me think of love and drinking coke makes me think of love. geese make me think of being unapologetic for existing. and poetry is as detailed as you want it to be depending on how much you care to analyse it but the more you analyse the more there is to appreciate. read the same poems over and over. look up what other people have written about their interpretations. get friends to read poems and ask them what they thought of them. this point equally applies to music with poetic lyrics for example i do this with florence’s lyrics because they are poems and can be treated and appreciated as such

top 5 sitcoms is an incredibly difficult list for me to make because i love sitcoms a lot. one thing about me is i will be watching sitcoms. because i really love so many sitcoms i think i will treat this list as “which 5 do i probably rewatch the most” as opposed to “which 5 are necessarily my favourites”:

vicar of dibley - i have been watching this from a very young age, i know it very well and i still watch it often. i quote it all the time and i think of it all the time. its entirely possible that geraldine deeply informed my personality

outnumbered - i don’t watch it that much these days but the sheer amount and frequency of times that i rewatched this when i was growing up earns it a place on the list. and i DO still love it it is very dear to me. in a lot of ways it reminds me of the best parts of my own family

community - there’s not much to explain here i just love it and i rewatch it a lot it is special and comforting

gavin and stacey - another one i can quote pretty much in its entirety. it’s just fun and quotable and its so familiar to me that its comforting

friday night dinner - its very repetitive i can’t even explain why i like it so much but i DO and i rewatch it a lot. i think i find the characters very likeable and again reminds me a bit of my own family . jim is very very funny as a character, as is martin. rip paul ritter truly a legend </3 i believe we were just witnessing the beginning of his potential as both a comedian and an actor when we lost him

now. to my absolute SHAME it is time to admit i have not seen much of inside no 9. it is completely up my alley and i know i’d gain a lot from watching more. i have seen a few episodes of it and did love them but i have many many left to watch and i DO plan on watching them i just. haven’t yet for some reason. although. a week or so ago i saw you post about a new episode of it and despite having no context whatsoever for what that episode was about i had a vaguely unsettling dream that i was trapped in whatever was going on in that episode. so now i have a question for YOU. what are your top 5 episodes of inside no 9?

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Judging by the small things you know so far and headcanons you can create, how would each dwarf fall for Ortho and how fast would they notice?

So, I feel like they'd all have a whole, "Oh shit" moment when they notice what these feelings are but I'll talk about how they noticed (also I wanna hear your hcs on this btw)

Also a good amount of these feelings come from them thinking Ortho is cool which I dont blame them :>

Dominic: So, I think Neige loses books and school supplies rather semi-frequently and Dominic offered to go look around RSA since that's where Neige thought he'd lost it when visiting Rookvil. While Dominic was looking, Ortho walked up to him and asked what he was looking for and he said, "Oh, I was just looking for one of Neige LeBlanches books that he left, you wouldn't happen to know where it would be, would you?" And Ortho's mouth goes into an 'O' shape and he tells Domonic to wait a second before he dashes around a corner, returning 5 seconds later with the books, and asking, “These have his name on the spine, so I think these are the ones you needed, they were in the lost and found earlier.” And Domonic doesn’t know what to say at first but says thank you and has a short conversation with Ortho, which makes him find Ortho interesting and boom feelings

Gran: Some student would be picking a fight with Gran and trying to rile him up, calling him short and a child and all that shit. Ortho would spot this and being the good boi™ that he is goes to stop the fight defending Gran and basically telling the other student in a very sweet way to fuck off. Gran acted like he didn't appreciate it but he did, I feel like everyone likes having someone stand up to them every once and a while, and also who tf is gonna argue with Ortho? While he was kinda going on this spiel on how he could take that guy on and that he was fine on his own and shit but Ortho could see how blushy his cheeks were and just nodded and said, “Well your friends are over there, we can keep talking while we walk over there, yes?” And then feelings

(imma end all of these with __ feelings aren't I?)

Shelpy: So, he was just napping outside, it was nice and warm and just the perfect weather for a nap. He ended up waking up to Ortho tapping his shoulder and saying, “I’m so sorry that I woke you up, but its going to start raining soon and I don’t think you’d want to wake up all wet! So, I figured I’d wake you up and get you somewhere inside to sleep.” And Shelpy mutters a tired, “Thanks..” and they head to a guest cabin thing and since he just woke up and is still very much tired, Shelpy is sorta doing that hobble thing you do when you first wake up (is that just me? Idk) and Ortho, noticing this tired behavior and being all too familiar with it, offers to carry Shelpy and happily carries him to the cabin, this causes a lot of blushing and, whoopty doo, feelings

Hop: This ones gonna be shorter but ye. So, Hop was visiting RSA for whatever reason, and wanted to make flower crowns/chains/flower any type of accessory for his friends, so he went up and asked Ortho if there were any flower fields around and Ortho, coincidentally was going to do the exact same thing, so they went and made flower crowns together and it so full of smiles and now, Hop has alot of feelings

Timmy: At this point, the other dwarves were well acquainted with Ortho (and very cute boy panic over him) and now Timmy decided to go say hi because of how many times the others told him to, and despite how nervous he was about it, he finally went during a picnic thing both schools had together and Ortho was just chilling on a bench and Timmy went over to just say hi and Ortho, understanding his boundaries and shyness pretty quickly, held a gentle, quiet conversation and Timmy could understand why the other dwarves were so worked up about this sweet robot child. He could just feel his shyness.. Well not fade but lower its boundaries a little bit around Ortho, which is just an effect Ortho has but it makes Timmy happy and that's all that Ortho notices. So, now Timmy has feelings

The other two happened at the same time so i'm gonna put them together, Snick and Toby: One day, Ortho was chilling in the lunchroom with his brother on a sports pep rally day which RSA was also attending, so the two Shrouds were sitting father away because y’know people and Ortho overheard some student saying something along the lines of, “Ok, some of those dwarves are ok, they’re all annoying but they’re tolerable. But for real, what were their names? The sneezy one and the idiot one? Why are they even here?” And Ortho doesn’t get protective much but over the dwarves? Oh you bet your sweet ass he gets protective! So Ortho, this adorable robot child every student loves, marches himself over to that table, turns off his swearing filter and says, “Talk shit about those dwarves again and I promise you, you will get hit.” This scared the shit out of them and it just so happens that Sneezy and Toby heard this and are both slightly blushing, but another reason they fell for Ortho was because Ortho often gets Sneezy medicine if he needs it or once he made Sneezy a scarf and that is now his favorite scarf. And he also helps Toby with remembering certain things, but not in a ‘Uh, you forgot something dumbass!’ type tone its more soft and sweet and they all appreciate it feelings

#feelings #twisted wonderland #Ortho x the Dwarves #gay #headcanons #ask

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psychelis-new · 1 year

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Vent I guess?

/Bc you seem like a wise person/

So... me and my bff had an off and on friendship for approximately 5 years, we are on good terms now but she seems dry... and I really still see her as my bff but it doesn't look like the feeling is mutual

On the other hand if something really really bad happens I call her and she comforts me without hesitation(recently there were times like those)...nevertheless our situation

It's so awful because it's like she is there but she isn't

And her birthday comes too and I don't know anything anymore

It's been so long since we didn't celebrate her birthday though, covid and all... :(

/End of vent/

Okay I'll make some guesses (no tarots or anything), but you know the best way is not trying to imagine what the reason for her behaviour can be but actually take a minute and talk things out with her, right? Like, tell her your impressions, how you feel, ask her how she feels... especially this last thing. And let your intuition (not fears/ego) guide you through her answer. Don't stress her if there's something she doesn't wanna talk about ofc. Some things take time.

You said you had an on and off relationship with her, so what is the reason for this according to you? And was it okay for the both of you? (sometimes relationships, especially friendship, can be like this. I probably wouldn't call the other person a bff but hey, it could be. The moment you both are okay with having a specific type of relationship, it's perfect). Have you talked things out before or while you were getting back on good terms?

You said when you need support/help/comfort from her she always answer you, but what do you do or have you done for her in these years? Are you there for her as well? Do you ask her how she feels, does she know she can trust you to help her and support her when she needs? Do you comfort her back? She may feel like a burden, or fear being judged, or is used to be the tough independent person, and probably don't want to share her problems or worries, but relationships need to be balanced: when one only gives to the other and never gets anything back, it only becomes draining and stressing. You reach a point in which, even if it breaks you, you cannot afford to give anymore and need to take time for yourself, away from the relationship. Or even end it if it's too much (but the on & off could be caused by this. I'm not saying it's the reason, but maybe one of the causes? IDK. I'm just guessing randomly).

Seeing her birthday is coming you can try to take advantage of this situation and do something nice for her: she's your bestie so you know if she'd like to party and how, or what type of gifts she wants (even if things in the recent years may have changed, at the core we're generally still the same person: we just want someone to show us love and appreciation or support, in whatever way we may need that. We just want to know we're not alone or being used, and that we're worthy, in the end. And sometimes we seek this external validation in unhealthy ways, like second guessing ourselves, people pleasing and/or expecting that others can read our minds). If you're unsure, take time to know her now. Talk with her, as I mentioned above. Know her really. Deep down. Especially about what is going on in her life; and listen to her. Maybe have a walk together and do something you know she might enjoy. But be patient cause if she's someone used to keep to herself it won't be easy (but ofc being her bestie you know this well). Respect her time and boundaries. And again, talk with her. Appreciate her. Have you ever told her how much you care about her? Like really, how much you appreciate her, have you told her? Try. Sometimes we leave our feelings implied and this lets insecurities and low self confidence take over: it's good both for us and the other person to hear them being said out loud. And be there for her ofc.

Not sure if you can find any inspiration in this answer, but I hope things can work out well for you. Take care

#.#other

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Idk i have this though about being Chan's girlfriend, and go to visit him at the studio after wearing a tight slutty dress in front of the kids, and being a little bratty to have his attention so Chan takes you to his studio for a little punishment.

aaaa anon i think i love you MWA MWA MWA

!! content warning: very jealous chan!, a wee bit of changbin in there cause i’m so weak for that man, light spanking, filthy filthy dirty talk, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (always wear protection folks), light degradation, overstimuation, creampie kind of?

this is not proof-read btw so sorry for any mistakes LMFAO

((Ended up making this longer than I expected OH WELL i couldn’t help myself I hope you enjoy smirk smirk)

Also errhmm it kind of switches between yours and Chan’s POV at one point but not for long)

“How much longer do you need, babe?” Chan asked from the bedroom door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest. “We don’t want to be late” he adds.

You set your brush on the bathroom counter, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. You admired your body in your new dress, running your hands over your curves with a confident smile. While the dress wasn’t anything too risqué, it definitely hugged you in all the right places.

“I’m done, I just need to grab a bag and put on some shoes. Can you get my tote bag out of the closet? The blue one?” you responded, turning the light off in the bathroom as you left. Chan didn’t get the chance to look at you yet, already rummaging through your shared closet space. It wasn’t hard to find your bag, since it stuck out like a sore thumb against Chan’s all black wardrobe. In the meantime, you picked out a pair of small black pumps, wanting to wear something classy but comfortable. The silence in the room caught you off guard, no longer hearing Chan moving around. You turned to face him, letting out a breathy laugh as you caught him staring. You stood straight after putting on your shoes, waddling in a circle to show off your full outfit to your boyfriend

“What do you think? I bought it last week at the mall. I’m glad I was invited to the party with you, it finally gave me an exc-” you were cut off by Chan, his strong arms wrapping around your waste. He pulled you close to his chest, bending you back romantically. You laughed more, feeling his nose brush against yours.

“You look beautiful…” he mumbles with a smile, enclosing your lips with his. You cupped his face in your hands as you returned the kiss, humming softly. Chan kept a secure hold on you as he lifted you back up. As the two of you shared a passionate kiss, his hands gently roamed your body, reaching anywhere he could. You giggled after he gave your hips a squeeze, causing you to pull away from his lips. “Let’s get going. We don’t want to be late, right?” you asked, giving his chest a small shove as you repeated his own words from earlier. You took your bag from where Chan left it on the bed, offering your hand for him to take. Chan opted for slinking an arm around your waist, keeping you close to him as the two of you left your apartment. ----- The night went perfectly. Chan and the kids were holding a celebration on their recent kingdom wins, and of course, you were invited. It wasn’t a large party, mostly consisting of staff and a few friends. After stuffing yourself full with food, you and the boys all settled down on the large couch in one of the JYPE building’s lounge rooms. You initially sat down between Chan and Seungmin, the younger man respectfully keeping a small distance from you. You were comfortable with the boys at this point, but you did appreciate that they kept your personal space yours. Chan secretly appreciated it too. He wasn’t normally one to get possessive over you, but things often changed when he had a few drinks in his system. Tonight however, seemed to be going fine. Everyone was in a great mood.

“Y/N, can you do me a favor?” Felix asked you sweetly from across the couch. You turned towards him, nodding your head

“Can you go back to the party and grab some plates and napkins? I want to dig into my cake already” he replies, holding up the plastic cake box he brought with him, a beautifully decorated cake inside.

“Sure, I’ll be right back” you say, getting up from your spot on the couch. Chan’s hand that was wrapped around your waist this whole time, lingered. As you stood up, he let his hand brush over the curve of your ass. You shot him a look, swatting his hand away playfully. He chuckled in response, shrugging his shoulders innocently

“Want help, babe?” he asked, starting to stand from the couch. You stopped him before he could stand up, shaking your head

“That’s okay. It’s just some plates. Won’t take me long” you reply, walking down the hall to where the staff were still gathered. Chan let out a small puff, settling back into the couch. He couldn’t help but watch you walk away, his eyes glued to your form. That dress was driving him crazy. His mind began to wander for a moment, thoughts of previou nights flooding his brain. Your soft moans, the way you fit so perfectly in his lap, or the look on your face as you swallowed around hi-

“I’m getting a drink” Changbin announced, pulling Chan from his daydream. Chan cleared his throat, casually adjusting his position to hide the growing boner in his pants. His eyes followed Changbin as he left the room, heading in the same direction as you had. Normally, Chan wouldn’t think twice of this. He had no reason to be jealous, or to be suspicious, especially of his members. But, something about the smirk on Changbin’s face made his blood boil. Chan chewed his bottom lip, drumming his fingers on his leg.

She should be back by now he thought to himself. It had been nearly 5 minutes since you left. It didn’t take that long to grab a few plates and a handful of napkins. Chan grunted, getting up from the couch. Seungmin, scooted away from him, feeling the heat from his leader’s body. He glanced over at the others, Jisung concealing a snicker behind his hand. They all knew when Chan was jealous.

Chan stalked through the hall, moving towards the main room again. He could hear some voices over the music playing, but most of the staff had left at this point. He couldn’t hear yours though, nor Changbin’s. He stopped in the doorway, his eyes darting around the room until they landed on your form. For a second, all he could see was you. How beautiful you looked in your dress, your thighs peeking out from underneath it. But he couldn’t ignore the arm around your waist. An arm that wasn’t his.

Changbin had approached you shortly after you made it to the main room. It didn’t take you long to find what you needed, but you had gotten distracted by all the food still leftover. You shuffled down the line, picking at a few things happily. That’s when you felt an arm snake around your waist. At first, you thought it was Chan, since he’d been practically glued to your side the whole night. But you were surprised to see it was Changbin.

“You look really nice tonight, Y/N” he said quietly, his voice low in your ear. You tried to hold back the shiver that ran through your body, but you were weak to the way he spoke to you. He kept his hold on you light, though his hand began to roam, slowly sliding to your backside.

“Has Chan told you how good this dress looks on you yet? I hope he has..” he continues, his signature smirk plastered on his face. You respectfully smiled, taking baby steps in the opposite direction. You liked Changbin, but his flirtatious side became too intense when he was drunk. Luckily, you didn’t have to find a way to escape this time, your boyfriend coming just in time.

“Excuse me” Chan interrupted, now standing behind the two of you. Changbin looked over his shoulder, tensing up as soon as he saw the older male. His hand retracted from your body, taking a step away from you. He blurted out an apology to Chan before quickly leaving the room, scurrying to the other room.

“Ah, Channie. Don’t get mad at him, he didn’t do anything weird. You know how he gets” you say, turning to face your boyfriend. He looked at you, his expression unreadable. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or calm. It was a little intimidating. He smiled shortly afterwards though, taking hold of your hand. You blinked, surprised by his response

“Come with me real quick, I want to show you something” he says calmly, starting to lead you out of the room. You looked back at the stack of plates you left at the end of the table

“But I haven't brought back the plates yet” you say, following your boyfriend. Not that you really had a choice on where you were going, his grip on your hand getting stronger by the second.

“Forget that” was all he responded with, his tone firm. You knew this tone of voice, but were shocked he was using it here of all places. You didn’t have to look at his face to know his cute smile was gone by now. He was serious. You didn’t say anything else, keeping quiet as Chan led you through the building's halls and to his studio. You bit your lip, stepping into his dark studio after he opened the door. Within seconds of the door closing, Chan was crowding you until your back hit the wall, trapping you between him.

“What did Changbin say to you?” Chan growled, his eyes burning into yours. You shrunk down slightly, your thighs instinctively pressing together. Something about Chan’s behavior instantly turning you on. He only acted this way in the bedroom or upset. Chan kept one hand pressed against the wall, his free hand sliding down your side, stopping to firmly grasp your hips.

“Nothing..he just gave me a compliment, that’s all” you reply with a whimper, your hands finding their way to his shoulders. You felt him relax slightly under your touch, but he didn’t let your delicate hands break his aura.

He leaned down, his lips attaching to the skin just below your ear. He nibbled gently at first, enjoying the soft mewls that left your lips. His kisses got more rough as he moved down your neck. Meanwhile, the hand on your hip followed your arms to his chest. He took hold of one of your hands, guiding it down the expanse of his torso to his pants. He let out a deep groan as he pressed your hand against the growing bulge in his pants.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night...Maybe this dress was a bad idea” he sighs against your neck, his voice muffled between his lips against your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as you slowly palmed him through his pants, his hips bucking against your hand. You didn’t have any intention of teasing Chan with your dress, but you knew it was a magnet for the other member’s gazes.

Chan removed himself from your neck, licking his lips as he eyed you down. You opened your eyes, taking your hand away, waiting for his next move. This was a bad decision, however. The moment your hand stopped it’s movement, Chan hissed, grabbing hold of your wrist again.

“ Did I say you can stop?” he asks, lifting one of his furrowed brows. He placed his free hand on your shoulder, pushing you down until you sunk to your knees in front of him. You gasped softly at how rough he was being with you. Still, you complied. Chan let go of your wrist, undoing his belt. Your eyes followed his hands as he fiddled with his belt, unzipping his pants and pushing them down enough for his member to spring free from his briefs. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, the tip red and already oozing precum. Chan lazily stroked himself, staring down at you. “Open up, baby. Seems like I have to remind you who you belong to”

You swallowed, looking up at Chan. You glanced at the door to his studio, but turned your attention back to your boyfriend as he pressed the tip of his cock against your lips. You poked your tongue out, running it over the swollen tip of his member. Then, you opened your mouth wide, letting Chan guide his dick past your lips, the weight of his cock on your tongue. You bobbed your head slowly, finding a steady rhythm as you sucked him off. You were surprised he wasn’t helping you. Normally he’d have a hand in your hair, moving you along his cock at a pace he liked. He didn’t touch you this time, hunched over you, his forearms supporting his body against the wall. You moaned as you took him in deeper, swallowing around him as his member reached far back into your throat. Still, you kept a slow pace, not wanting to push yourself. Chan groaned above you, small pants leaving his lips. Every so often,his hips would twitch, jolting forward. You knew he was holding himself back. You’ve noticed, with all the times you and Chan slept together, that he had the tendency to soften up with you. Your foreplay together was always sexy and rough, but when he was finally between your legs, you couldn’t keep up. It was cute, the way he couldn’t hold back the softie he was inside, but you knew there was a beast within him.

An idea came to your head as you pulled off of him, making sure to release his dick with a pop from your lips. Chan looked down at you, his eyes blown out from pleasure. You stroked his cock slowly, still inches away from your face. He was about to speak up, but you cut him off

“Actually...he did say I was sexy..” you teased, turning your head to leave sloppy kisses along his shaft. He growled deep from his throat, his eyes narrowing at you. You ignored him, placing one last kiss against his tip before leaning back against the wall, peering back up at him “You haven't said that to me all night..” you finished with a pout. Chan rolled his eyes before bending down, picking you up quickly. You yelped, being carefully tossed onto the couch. You began to turn over, looking for Chan, but you were held in place, one of Chan’s hands gently pressing your face against the cushion of the couch while the other lifted your hips up. You felt the couch shift behind you as Chan positioned himself behind you. You whined, feeling your dress ride up your hips. Chan laughed quietly, his hand trailing down your back to join the other on your hips, the both of them working on lifting your dress up.

“So, you were just going to keep that a secret from me, that Changbin called you sexy? I bet you’d think of that when you’re lonely at home without me” he grunts, his hands groping at your ass “When you’re wishing for my cock to stuff you full, do you think of him? You do know he’s nothing compared to me, right? No one can satisfy you like I can. You were made for me” Chan’s rough hand came down on your ass swiftly, leaving a sting. You moaned softly, burying your head into the cushion of the couch as he sweetly rubbed the spot before laying another spank down, another moan escaping you. “Aaah~ So my little slut likes to get her ass spanked? I’ll keep that in mind” he purrs, his hands spreading your legs further apart.

You shuddered, feeling Chan press his thumb against your soaked panties, rubbing small circles against your clothed clit. “So wet for me already...or did you get this way from Changbin? Did you really get this excited over him whispering in your ear?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth in your ears.

Chan moved your panties aside, plunging two of his long fingers into your heat without warning. Not even the couch could muffle the cry that left you. You turned your head to the side, beginning to pant as Chan mercilessly pumped his digits in and out of you, his fingers sliding in and out of you effortlessly from how wet you were. The curl of his fingers sent jolts through your body, your high approaching much faster than you wanted it to. Chan noticed the way your walls clenched around his fingers and how desperate your moan of his name had become, so he slowed down, eventually taking his fingers out of you. You bit your lip, your hips twitching from the stimulation, now desperate for more.

“Please Channie” you whined, turning your head enough so you could look at him over your shoulder. You shook your hips ro rile him up more, watching as his eyes followed your plump ass. “Unless...you don’t think you can fuck me like Changbin would” you breathed, biting your lip.

Chan puffed up, grabbing hold of your panties with one hand and tugging them down, exposing your glistening folds to him. “Don’t fucking say his name anymore” he replied, taking his cock into his hand. He pumped himself a few times before pushing into you, barely giving you any time to adjust before he stuffed the rest of his length into you. You choked on your own moan, the burning pleasure of his cock stretching you out enough to silence you. Chan breathed heavily behind you, granting you a moment to catch up. His hands lovingly roamed over your hips and waist until you let out a small whimper, finally needing him to move. Without any warning, he began to thrust into you, pulling out almost entirely before pounding into you. He kept a steady pace, grunts and moans of your name flying out of his mouth. Your moans mixed with his, the pace and angle of his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to your edge. You clenched around Chan’s cock with each trust, your nails digging into the couch.

“Gonna cum baby? I know you want to..” he pants, not slowing down his relentless pace “Go ahead, babe. Cum all over my cock” he moans, his cock throbbing inside of you. His words alone sent you over, strings of moans leaving your lips as you came, shaking in his grasp.

Chan surprised you again, his hips never ceasing to drill into you, even as you cried out from the overstimulation. It hurt, but you were so fucked out you couldn’t bother to say anything. Especially not with your boyfriend literally growling behind you like an animal. After a few more powerful thrusts, Chan pulled out of you, just in time to paint your folds with his cum, his seed dripping down your thighs afterwards. You groaned, your legs giving out finally as you laid flat down on the couch. Chan chuckled, fixing his clothes before carefully picking you up. He slid your panties back on, making sure to catch any of his cum with them. You winced at the feeling of your now even more soaked panties against your cunt. You looked at Chan, you lip quivering slightly.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll go home now” he says softly, peppering your face with kisses. You melted under him, standing up with a small wobble. Chan wrapped his arm around your waist like he had the whole night, keeping you steady. He leaned down, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering into it

“Of course, so I can fuck my cum back into you”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #bangchan smut #chan smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagine #a wee anon

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dreamteamspace · 3 years

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We hit 400 so here’s a- ✨ DREAM APPRECIATION ESSAY ✨

(by Yours Truly. Much thanks to the one, innocent anon who just wanted to ask a small talk question but hit my serotonin-providing hyperfixation.)

1. Self-esteem

I love the way he’s confident in his abilities when it’s become such a “trend” to either be completely and utterly self-depricating about your own skills out of fear of being labelled an asshole or overconfident nowadays.

At the same time you can still tell he doesn’t want to pull anyone down ever, and will always be really careful with that and take every oppertunity to lift up the people around him. Dream has a very emotional voice that gives him away a lot, so you can really tell he genuinely admires the people around him and he’s never afraid to say that they could totally easily beat him in something if he doesn’t have practice with it.

He tends to be a bit too hard on himself, so his friends always encourage him in his abilities, and that’s just. So nice. He celebrates his victories! He gets so so excited and happy when he wins in the manhunts, and I think celebrating your hard-earned victories isn’t something that should be villanized.

He won, and we should KNOW by now that doesn’t mean he thinks he’s somehow better than everyone. He has a pretty good eye on his abilities, and that allows him to really use them to the max.

2. Morality

He isn’t afraid to change the game! His adhd picks out a Cool New Thing and he just goes, You know what? Why not! His adhd goes “do this thing repeatedly another 3847 times” and he’s like, yeah sure!

Nobody expected him to release a song, but he just went for it! He’s been speedrunning so much, but he isn’t afraid to stream it every day 5 days in a row for hours while his friends bicker in the background.

Dream genuinely does the things he finds fun, but at the same time puts in so much effort to make them good and entertaining to watch and never forgets about his viewers.

He’s kidfriendly because he wants to be! Fame-wise, at this point he could definitly swear more if he wanted to (and he does when in other people’s content who don’t care about swearing), but despite that he doesn’t swear on his main because he wants his content to be accessable for everyone.

Sure, on one hand it could be for clout/money, but consider: Dream doesn’t stream the DSMP because he doesn’t want to take attention away from other people. He participates in the videos of his friends. He lets compilation channels and the like do whatever they want and even monetize his content. He lets his friends stream Road Trip on twitch as much as they want for free.

Dream doesn’t not swear just for his fanbase, but he does it because he has so so much respect for people. No matter how high he goes, he’s always consciously focused on respecting and admiring the people around him.

He has genuine respect for creators so much smaller than him, and he has respect for people in his fanbase that are younger than him. He isn’t afraid to go against the norm and STAND for that, either (see the video where he defends his stans).

And he defends his friends so much too! So much so it could almost be a little bit of a flaw sometimes, but I feel like he truly wants to learn from his mistakes. He apologizes for things even when nobody asked him to, and that just shows that he does it out of genuine guilt and fear of hurting someone.

He’s always seemed like someone who is genuinely willing to change to be a better version of himself, who isn’t afraid to challenge what he thinks and what other people think and what the norm thinks in order to improve everything for everyone.

Dream also doesn’t let any of the fame get to his head! As I said before - he’s confident in the things he’s good at, but in a way that doesn’t pull other people down, and he still remains firmly admirable of other people.

And even when OTHER people let fame get to their head (it was a while ago, but there was a video he made about five block jumps, where he added in a clip of a video of another guy doing it complete with credit and link etc. The guy was 100% alright with it at first, but when his video started getting more views because Dream’s video blew up, he started accusing Dream of “stealing” his content (when dozens of other videos of the 5 block jump already existed, and Dream could’ve just put in a clip of himself doing the jump)),,, but he insisted in his reponse that fame gets to people’s heads sometimes, nobody should blame anybody, he genuinely was never upset at him and just said that this just... happens sometimes.

He’s a very forgiving person all around, in part due to being willing to challenge his own norms and give people the benefit of the doubt JUST in case he’s wrong. He lets people enjoy things so long as they aren’t hurting anybody, like allowing people to ship him w people who are also alright with shipping, but at the same time taking a hard stance on, say, how shipping minors is absolutely wrong and should not be done ever (and he’s right).

3. Fandom

He appreciates said fanart and fanworks as well! He thinks dnf fanart is cool and he even appreciates the fanfic part of his fandom, something many ccs wish to ignore or forget it exists altogether (and it IS ofc in their right to do so or be uncomfortable with such content!), but Dream sees the work put into it and how people find connections and friendships through the fandom and appreciates it all the same.

He loves his fandom. So much. But not in the overdone, fake-feeling way I’ve seen other ccs be,,,, he’s just. Quiet and shy and genuine about it but not afraid to defend it.

He’s said before - and I QUOTE - “If you send hate to people or have sent hate to people, in the form of hateful comments or DMs, you aren’t welcome in my fandom. You’re no fan of mine”, which is the HOTTEST take he’s ever uttered and I love that. He really just went and said that. And he’s right. I like that despite how he’s usually more held back and waits things out before taking a stance, he chose this topic to really take a hard stance on and not budge and stick to it.

Pmbata has also said that he believes his fans have his back no matter what!! And that he really loves them a lot!!! And I am!! Emotional!!!!

4. ND/Adhd

He has adhd which is something I relate to personally (I have it as well sdlkfj). He gets excited sometimes!! I love how he shows being fidgety in mc, always pacing and parcouring around,, the way that in manhunts you can SEE when he’s thinking or bouncing back and forth between two options,,, or the way he gets close to people in mc to laugh with them.... He shows so much with his movements by them being quick and daring and calculated (and it’s especially hilarious to watch other people react to it in the video “mc but three people control one player”, where he’s the one moving and Sapnap and George will gasp or go “Dream!!” in surprise when Dream was THIS close to falling off a ledge, but he just laughs sdlkfjsdf).

When he’s not moving around he stands perfectly, perfectly still (which, idk if thats what all adhd ppl have, but I know I have something similar? Like when I’m nervous I’ll sometimes just. Freeze in place. No movement at all). He’s just relatable sdkjf.

There was one Manhunt extra scenes where he,,,,, stims by clapping,,,,,, the lil excited clap in the background,,, I’m gonna cry. I’m so soft for excited Dream that one is such a comfort clip for me!

He also tends to stim by getting under trap doors and then jumping back out of them, or jumping up a block and then walking back down over and over (especially noticable in The Village Went Mad tftsmp episode, where they were all discussing who the murderer could be and he was the only one moving, hopping up the log and then running back down again).

Also it is. Really Soft when he starts rambling and overexplaining something. What’s even better is that George, who is usually present at such moments, will laugh a little at his antics, and Dream will automatically laugh with him.

5. Rp/Uplifting other ccs

Dream wasn’t all THAT into the rp at first, but his server has been so strongly supporting and giving attention to smaller creators that he’s since completely rolled along with it. Being a villain in the RP is a difficult role because you will, inevitable, as much as it is just roleplay and all scripted, always get some amount of dislike from people for it.

Despite that, he’s basicly the main big villain on his own server where he let a bunch of theater kids beat him up in character and imprison him on his OWN SERVER. He wasn’t as into the rp at first, but has obviously been practicing and joins every Tales of the SMP when he can, despite getting zero clout for it.

What Dream also tends to do is find small content creators, see their talent and lift them high. His entire discord server is dedicated to give smaller ccs a place to grow, and when he first found Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo, etc., they were much much smaller than they are now. He truly wanted to help them make it big.

He’s also added Foolish Shark and Hannah onto the SMP, both much smaller ccs (not tiny, but you get what I mean), allowing them to grow. He doesn’t stream on his OWN SERVER. He let himself get imprisoned to let the good guys win on his OWN. SERVER. He’s willing to play the villain and everything.

An interesting thing though! A lot of people used to/still do clown on Dream a bit for his sometimes uncertain acting,,, but when he’s around people he knows well (Sapnap and George, Tubbo and Tommy) we’ve seen him go ALL OUT. I have the theory Dream might be genuinely afraid to accidentally be mean to someone in character and have them misinterpret it sldkfjsdf,,, so he’s rly careful when he goes into the rp, and sometimes even when he’s in it he goes quiet, especially with other people around.

But also the fact that he needs time to feel comfortable around ppl is,, a mood,,, and adorable,,, sdlfkjsdf-

Apparently he’s also shared his youtube algorithm secrets with Tommy?? Which he had only shared with Sapnap and George before?? Dream took one look at that chaotic kid and immedietly adopted him as his little brother. He literally got up super early to rp the prison visit. Idk about ya’ll but I would die for someone first and get up horribly early for them second-

6. Friends!!

Dream?? Considers so so many people his friends?? And despite having so many friends, he also has his few closest friends (George and Sapnap) whom he would absolutely die for in a heartbeat. He WILL defend them with everything he has and loves them so so much.

He listens to them and really, truly wants them to succeed. He respects them so much and will go OFF about how good they actually are and how talented they are and how important they are to him.

I can’t even COVER everything about how much he is SOULMATES with Gorg. They live in each others heads rent-free. He mentions him all the time. They get!! So happy when they’re around each other!!! Their voices get so soft,,

And I can’t even BEGIN to explain the energy of Sapnap and Dream just moving together permanently. Imagine moving together with your best friend. Like, permanently. Into one house. They’re best friends Your Honor,,,,

Also,, remember the Techno and Dream rivalry? And Dream has recently said that he’s hesitant to make a serious manhunt against Techno because he doesn’t want there to be any feud between them or have them be compared to each other. He said that while he absolutely wanted nothing more than to beat Techno at first, now that he knows him better he just wants to be friends with him. He wants to be FRIENDS. With his, essentially, mc RIVAL. Friendly rival, but still. He doesn’t even wanna fight Techno or have ppl compare them cause he,,, wants to be friends with him,,,,

7. Vulnerability

What I feel like really sets Dream apart from some other ccs for me is that he’s willing to be vulnerable. He will tell George he loves him. He defends his friends. He sounds so, so genuine when he tells his fandom that he loves them.

What’s just really rare to see, especially in male ccs, is that vulnerability. It’s becoming more acceptable as time goes on, but it’s certainly not easy, and a lot of people become and stay long-term fans BECAUSE they can see how genuine he is.

I know Dream looks up to Mr. Beast a lot, for example, but honestly? I think he’s a little better than Mr. Beast. Because he feels more genuine, more bound to what he believes is right. I’m sure Mr. Beast isn’t a bad content creator! But ultimately they have different target audiences and I’m very glad Dream is the way he is.

Less of that insecure masculinity and more willing to be vulnerable, to care about things, to get emotional and to encourage and uplift the people around him.

8. Pure Brainrot

Green boi has nice deep calm soothing voice. Little shy laugh. Wheeze laugh. Gorg live in his head rent-free. He lov friends. He lov block game. He good at block game,,, a little shy but confident,,, big heart,,,, soft voice,,,,, rambles sometimes....

He also Gender. He’s so gender. I don’t know how else to describe it. I want That. Whatever That is. My gender is Dreamwastaken

#mcyt #mcytblr #dreamwastaken #dream #dream appreciation #long post #dreamteamspace speaks #space writes #yes this goes in my writing tag #this is Way too many words to only be in my normal tag #but how many dream apreciation essays have you written fear huh? Huh?? /lh #mr beast critical #adhd tw #adhd #just in case?

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wedefyauguryy · 2 years

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Tell me all ur thoughts abt that post <3 also aLOT of our choices were the same lol nice

I’ll put a cut bc this got very long but here we go

indoor plants or gardens:

you can go on walks in gardens. you can see the sky. it’s better for the plants. better for taking silly photos with your friends and having picnics. clearly superior

cloud-watching or star-gazing:

my dad’s an astrophysicist so I grew up learning about the stars. also I grew up in a big city where you couldn’t see the stars and so seeing them is very very cool (even though I’ve lived in a smaller city for 5 years now, they never lose their wonder)

water or fire:

water is cool (literally). I like drinking it and swimming. also I am clumsy and will burn myself

paperback or hardcover:

floppy paperbacks >>>> (also hardcovers are sometimes more bothersome to transport/hold, or they have those covers that you always have to take off and it’s kinda a hassle)

running or hiking:

I don’t like running. and when I’m hiking I can appreciate the nature more and take tons of pictures and sit and breathe the air and it’s just better (also you can hike with friends and have tons of fun it’s great)

sleeping with socks or without socks:

I’ve never slept with socks but I like it when my feet are free

fruit or vegetables:

idk it just feels like fruits are less work to eat bc most of the time you cook veggies before eating them and fruit you can just eat without prep. also I have some very happy memories involving fruit (and vegetables are a social construct anyways)

hanging plants or succulents:

I just like succulents I think they’re cute (also hanging plants can get in the way)

dark wood or light wood:

I was very indecisive for this one but in the end I tend to prefer light things over dark ones. It’s more cheery I guess

handwritten or typed:

handwritten is more personal! a person’s handwriting is so fun and individual

instagram or pinterest :

I don’t understand Instagram it’s very weird. pinterest has an easily understandable organization scheme which is very fun and simple. It’s cool and if you sort things properly it’s easy to find things you liked again later. also just generally easier to find cool stuff (I cannot use Instagram’s search function properly idk what I’m doing but I can hardly ever find what I’m looking for). also seeing lots of tumblr posts on Pinterest is what made me get a tumblr account which made me meet you <3

braids or pigtails:

having your hair braided by someone/braiding someone’s hair is very good. someone braid my hair please (also I think braids are prettier and far more diverse and varied, like there’s so many different types of braids)

curls or straight hair:

I actually like wavy hair the most but between curls and straight I prefer curls (like to look at, straight hair is definitely very easy to maintain unlike what I’ve heard from my curly haired friends). no idea why, maybe bc I have straight hair and it’s fun to see something different

dc or marvel (idk enough abt either franchise to choose):

this is fairly self explanatory I think, I’ve never watched a dc film and I have watched a very select few marvel films. I don’t feel qualified to make a decision based on that

books or movies:

movies are great too, but I loveeee books! I can take them anywhere with me, I can read at my own pace, I can take breaks, I can imagine how things/the characters look myself, the feeling of paper, how beautiful books are, they’re just amazing. also I grew up reading nonstop so it’s always been such a big part of my life

oceans or meadows:

you can walk around meadows! they all look so different! flowers!! picnics! stargazing/cloudwatching! meadows are simply superior due to how varied they are and how many different things you can do there (mind you, while making this choice I was just thinking of the oceans I’m familiar with which are fairly boring with little wildlife near the shore and nearly identical beaches everywhere. I now remember that coral reefs exist. but you still can’t have a picnic in the ocean so my choice remains the same)

forests or fields:

this was hard bc fields can be very nice as well (I often mix up meadows and fields though. I am only talking abt crop fields here) but forests are so lovely. The shade. the animals. the diverse flora and fauna. I can climb trees. forests also sometimes have ruins/buildings which is very fun. fields are far more monotone.

sweet or salty:

I love both but recently I’ve been tending more towards salty. idk why though maybe it’s a symptom of growing up

ice cream or chocolate:

I love chocolate so much but ice cream. is cooling in summer. and there‘s so many different varieties. and it feels so nice on my tongue. and it sometimes comes covered in chocolate and I love those. I have no substantial reason why, it’s just vibes. on another day I might choose chocolate

hoodies or sweaters:

hoods.

piercings or tattoos:

Tattoos are such beautiful art!! there’s so much personality in tattoos. I love them (I don’t want one myself but they look so cool on other people. piercings are cool as well but not as cool)

summer or winter:

this actually depends on where I am, the winters here absolutely suck, it’s cold but not cold enough for snow so it’s just raining all the time. disgusting. the summers are very hot though so I hate them as well. The only saving grace of winter is that I can dress properly to ward off the cold, and if all else fails I can hide in my heated home. summer, while having the great benefit of longer days (god I hate it when the sun rises at 9 and goes down at 4) and less rain, offers little to no escape from the heat. there is no air conditioning in places I go regularly. we have no fans. I can only take off so many layers. I melt. humidity is my greatest enemy (though the lack thereof in winter is the greatest enemy of the skin on my knuckles, it is so cracked). nights are my only respite but even those are hot sometimes. another thing to consider is also clothing, in summer my outfits are far more varied and cooler (I have a large collection of t-shirts that I love, among other summer clothing), but also the parts of my body that I hate and feel insecure about are more often on display/harder to hide. in winter I wear the same thing every day in different variations (sweater and jeans with sneakers and my winter coat. on cold days leggings appear under my jeans. on very cold days I’ll wear boots, a second shirt under my sweater or even a second sweater (that hasn’t happened this winter yet though, it was quite warm)). but my problem areas are safely concealed AND I can easily get away with not wearing a bra. clearly winter is better than summer (my favourite season is spring though. fall (not here though, somewhere with good autumns) is a close second)

boots or sneakers:

I hardly ever wear boots, while I wear sneakers every day (unless it’s summer, then I wear sandals.). sneakers are quicker to take on and off (a great advantage on days where I‘m in a hurry or have pe or theatre in that one room where we’re not allowed to wear shoes. they‘re far comfier. my only pair of boots are winter boots and it’s too warm for them

cars or motorcycles:

I’ve never been on a motorcycle before. and cars have a lot of good points. I can read, look out of the window, it’s not cloudy, there’s a far lower chance of accidents, I can talk to people, listen to the radio/music/podcasts etc., watch things I’ve downloaded, they have heating and ac

castles or cottages:

cottages are more homely! I love castles (and palaces as well, which I am far more familiar with due to the amount of them in my area) for how beautiful and historical they are, but cottages are comfy

sunny days or storms:

I can go outside better when it’s sunny! and storms are loud and while I like the sounds of storms sometimes, sometimes it sounds like the wind’s going to blow our house down and that’s unpleasant

reptiles or birds:

idk birds are just cool. they can fly and sing

disney or nickelodeon:

I basically never watched nickelodeon growing up (I didn‘t watch much disney either, but due to the sheer enormity of the company of course I watched things, even if not the typical children’s shows or films.). so just due to the fact that I have little to no experience with nickelodeon I gotta say disney (don’t ask why I’m making a decision here and didn’t for marvel/dc. I don’t know myself)

strawberries or watermelon:

strawberries have more flavour and they are excellent on cakes. also strawberry flowers are pretty and finding wild strawberries is a great experience. I have never seen a wild watermelon and if I did I’d never just take it with me

essays or posters:

two ways of interpreting this, posters win both times. either I am consuming essays or posters, and I am often too lazy to read essays and also posters look cool, or I am creating them and in that case posters are far more fun to make than essays

phones or laptops or desktop or tablets:

added tablets bc I spend most of my time online on my tablet. it’s nice and portable, has a bigger screen than a phone and (most importantly) is something I actually have (unlike a laptop or a desktop)

glass or stone:

I am clumsy and break things often

dark or light:

see the one abt dark/light wood. I just like it more. also I like being able to see and my eyesight in the dark isn’t very good

photos or paintings:

of course photography is also something very dear to my heart, but something about the intimacy of paintings gets to me. everyone would paint the same thing differently. it’s like getting a brief glance into someone’s mind. the individuality is so amazing. and the amount of skill some painters have (@arbitreneart ?? absolutely insane). of course photography is also an artform that requires skill, but paintings are somehow different. also I’m a horrible painter and I admire people who do things I cannot

circuses or theatres:

I am a theatre kid. I love theatre, it’s so fun. I love plays and musicals, they’re great. I can read plays at home and listen to musical soundtracks and enjoy the experience even if I’m not at the theatre. I can discuss certain plays with my friends. I can analyze the meaning of the writing and the moral of the story. I can get involved myself by acting in plays at school or in camps (even though I’m bad at it). I had another amazing reason but it escapes me at the moment. circuses are not great. (this is largely based off of one circus experience I had as a child btw) they’re loud and you’re uncomfortably close to other people and I hate clowns and I can’t do any of the things I loved about theatre

reading or writing:

I’m a bad writer and I love reading. I could list all my reasons for loving reading but most of them are listed by the books/movies one

dogs or cats:

I love dogs but sometimes they’re… too friendly. I don’t like it when dogs run up to me or jump at me (a dog knocked me down once) or bark at me (even if the barking is clearly bc they’re excited). I get overwhelmed easily by dogs. cats are more chill

poetry or novels:

poetry is great but novels. there’s so much to read. stories are so cool I love them. so much to imagine.

monsters or ghosts:

idk ghosts are kinda boring. monsters are cooler and more varied.

thrift shops or libraries:

yeah I could never decide between these two (actually probably if I were held at gunpoint I‘d say libraries bc free books and ac/heating and comfy seating but thrift stores are grand as well)

fiction or non-fiction:

I like imagining things! being taken into new worlds!!

sorry this was much longer than I expected, I applaud you if you made it all the way through! go drink some water. also it’s past midnight for you as I’m typing this, I hope you’re reading this at a decent hour in the morning

#sorry this took so long I was delayed by dinner and had many thoughts #lenpa blue <3

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