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simpxxstan · 7 months ago

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strangers to lovers with junhui

this is part of my 550 followers celebration event! find the rest of the members' headcanons in the event too as i post them through this month!

warnings: mentions of one night stand. very mildly suggestive tones, rest is only fluff!

thinking about strangers to lovers with tour guide!junhui who's your designated guide for your first overseas trip to singapore

it's a twelve-member group for the tour, but you're the only one who's travelling solo and of age less than forty. perhaps this is why junhui is naturally drawn to your side. ever since you got off the airplane, junhui has been tagging near you, although he doesn't forget the other members of the trip as well. he's a professional tour guide after all- only five star ratings in the last year. he's not going to make slips in his work just because of a pretty passenger.

and yet, he's oddly drawn to you. he's not staying at the hotel the group is put up at, and he's not even supposed to be there at the dinner for that night. and yet, he does go. he goes, wearing his best shirt, even as the rain pours on, and he makes sure to sit at your table. you look even more lovely after resting post that long flight, and jun knows, that he's lost it even before the trip has begun.

the first day is scheduled for the tour of the gardens by the bay. "i'm so excited to see the flowers! i really like flowers. i have my own garden, you know. well, it's not too big, but i try." you're wearing a blue sundress, and jun thinks you look like a flower yourself, but he can't say that. instead, he grins. "i've seen them so many times on account of these trips, and yet the charm isn't lost on me."

thankfully, the group isn't a very taxing one. everyone seems to be happy sightseeing on their own, as long as jun remains close at call. and jun takes full advantage of this to stick to your side. he maintains a healthy distance at the start to ensure you don't get uncomfortable, because the last thing he'd want is for you to think he's a creep. but then, you specially seek him out during lunch and sit on the bench next to him, the edge of your sundress fluttering and brushing against his body, and jun feels slightly more hopeful of reciprocation.

thinking about tour guide!junhui who's just what you need for your tired heart when you whimsically decided to go on this trip after an extremely exhausting month at work

not only is he excellent eye candy, but also so sweet to you. you're suspicious of his oddly cute nature for the first hour or so, but then you realise there's no point in suspecting him. you've been betrayed enough and you have nothing left to lose.

he's also an A class guide. you've never been on a guided tour before, so you don't have a metric for comparison, but he's certainly way better than what you had imagined him to be like. he's extremely friendly, and under all those silly jokes, he's very knowledgeable and good at his job.

for example, he takes you to a beautiful photo spot where you can get a perfect view of the entire city of singapore, but it's not half as crowded as the designated viewpoint. he knows the best restaurants and cafes to eat at, hidden away in alleys you can't spot even on google maps. he knows what's the cheapest rate at which you can buy souvenirs, and he helps you bargain too.

you don't know if this is behaviour towards all his guests on all his trips, but a fanciful part of you thinks he is slightly partial towards you and you want to relish that. it's been long since you've had the attention of anyone. and it works wonders for you and your mental health.

thinking about tour guide!junhui who sees you wear even prettier dresses and makeup from the second day of the tour

he wonders what may have brought about this change. perhaps it's your mind unconsciously reflecting the beauty of the city? there's so much he wants to ask you, but he cannot, because he's a professional. but no one can stop him from picking up observations.

for instance: he sees no ring on your finger, and you're travelling alone, and there's no one calling you at all. so it's highly likely you're not in a relationship, although he can't rule out the case of a very secure partner who doesn't call through the day and only calls at night, even if time differences are wild.

he hears you talk about the fact that you work late often and that's why you often don't have time to go out and wander as you'd like to. so it's same to assume you're employed and perhaps a corporate job (if the exhaustion in your voice while talking about it is anything to go by).

he hears you talk about family, but only in passing, not like you're close to them. he doesn't want to assume anything, but he can only hope you're not lonely. because then his heart would break ten times over.

thinking about tour guide!junhui who deviates from the trip schedule and takes you out to a night market to enjoy street side delicacies

"you mentioned once that you prefer street food to restaurants." he tells you while the two of you walk to the market. you gasp a bit, quite taken aback by the fact that he remembers. no other words come to your mouth except, "i do. thanks for this, junhui."

jun shows you all the delicacies of the market, and you make sure to try each. it's a whole lot of fun going around with him, because even though he may be shy, he's a great conversationalist. especially because he doesn't intrude or ask personal stuff, but is happy with conversations that flow naturally like two friends catching up after a long time.

"where do you live, jun?" "umm, near the outskirts." he runs a shy hand through his hair, "about an hour away from here." "an hour! it's already eleven and we have to leave for sentosa tomorrow at eight am! how are you going to rest!" he smiles in embarrassment. "it's fun going out with you. i have no one to go home to anyway."

because of the crowd in the market the two of you end up standing very close to each other. so close that you can see the exact spots of his moles and the way his front teeth are slightly jagged at the edges. his smile looks like the most beautiful thing on earth, further warmed by the stars in his eyes and the short brown bangs that curl around his pretty face. if you tiptoe just a little bit, you could kiss him.

thinking about tour guide!junhui who knows he missed an opportunity to kiss you last night

it's a six-night-six-day tour and it's already the fourth day. and while jun should be distancing himself from you, because he can very well see how this is going to end in a crushing heartbreak for him, he cannot find the strength to do it.

because there's something that you're doing that keeps dragging him in. perhaps it's the way you lightly clutch his arm while navigating through crowds. or the way you spot that he's left a seat next to you on the tour bus and you take it. or the way you let him have a bite out of your ice cream last night.

you're just friends. friends can share food. friends can share bus seats. friends can touch sometimes. and jun needs to keep reminding himself of this.

but it's oh so hard. "junhui? do you think this hat suits me?" "junhui, do you wanna go on this ride with me? it's a haunted house ride, and it's embarrassing but i'm a tiny bit scared." "junhui, we can share the umbrella, and you can give your umbrella to mrs myers. she needs it more than you do." "junhui, can you take a photo of me?" "junhui-"

he's sick of it, the way you're playing his heart along. but worse, he's sick of the way he's responding to it, like a loyal dog. because he can't help it. he will regret this closeness when he watches you leave, but he will regret not getting close to you too and taking a shot at destiny when he had the chance to as well.

thinking about tour guide!junhui who doesn't turn up for dinner on the fourth night

you wear your best dress that night, and even heels. but jun, the rascal (endearingly), the damn brat (even more endearingly) just doesn't turn up! not just that, he doesn't even text you or anything. just leaves you sitting at the restaurant, alone at your table for two, while the rest of the group enjoy their dinner. it's like a date that dumped you, but it's not his fault at all.

it's totally your fault for thinking you could even have a date with a boy you'd met three days ago and fallen for immediately. for all you know, he may have a girlfriend (even if there's no one waiting for him at home), he may have a doctor's appointment (although doctors don't generally work at night), he may be a criminal (pretty sure he'd lose his job then) or he may be a practiced playboy (but he's too shy for that)!

you barely eat anything that night. mr and mrs myers, an elderly couple enjoying their second honeymoon, ask you if you're quite well, because you look distraught and lost. "no, i'm perfectly fine! just not much of an appetite, i think i'll just sleep early tonight." mrs myers adds, "oh. have you heard from jun? funny that he didn't turn up tonight." "yes, well, no. i haven't- no. not heard from him. but why would i? like, he'd text in the group, right? not me personally?" she smiles in that mysterious way that only older women can do. "i thought he'd like to inform his girl. well, this is the tragedy of youth- no sense of timing."

thinking about tour guide!junhui who's confused at the way you're maintaining distance from him on the morning of the fifth day

is it because he didn't come last night? he has a perfectly good reason- his brother turned up suddenly, and he couldn't really desert him when it's been a year since he's seen him.

so, when jun finds you alone staring at the penguins displayed at the singapore zoo, he takes the opportunity to read your mind. "how was dinner last night?" you jerk a bit at his voice, but quickly mask your surprised expression. somehow, you look especially good today. the pale green shirt makes your skin glow, and jun is suddenly jealous of whoever your future partner will be.

"good enough. enjoyed the nasi goreng that they served us." he's feeling a bit bold, so he asks, almost too softly for you to hear. "did you miss me?"

you don't immediately reply, but he sees the way your shoulders freeze. jun's mind panics and he immediately covers it up by rambling no no that came out in the wrong way i didn't- " i did. i did miss you." your words shock him to no end as you turn around to face him. there's an equal vulnerability in your eyes that reflects his own state.

"really? i'm sorry, i am. my brother arrived last night. he was supposed to come next week but he said-"

and then you lean in and kiss him. kiss him on the the mole that's on his cheek. "y/n?" "you have a brother." another kiss on the mole near his eyes. "yes, but-" "is he like you?" another kiss on a mole above his lips. "not much, we're step-" "did you have fun with him?" another kiss on the mole nearly on his lips. "yeah, but y/n, what are you doing right now?" "i missed you, junhui."

thinking about tour guide!junhui who you're going too fast with, but you can't help yourself

not with the way you crave for his touch all morning when you finally see him after... twelve hours. it's a little concerning, how hard you're falling for him. to be honest, you've never experienced this. is this love? or is this just you being infatuated?

"y/n, you go home tomorrow." "i do, but i couldn't stop myself. is this wrong? do you not want this? have i read you incorrectly?" "no. i do want- fuck, i need this, y/n. but i don't know if i can have you, so i can't continue." "we can just have one night together."

fuck. that's the wrong thing to say, clearly, because jun's face immediately changes from a constrained elation to a dejected puppy. "is that all you want? a one-night stand?" "jun-" "because i don't want that. so it's best if we don't really do anything about this because you'll be leaving tomorrow."

you can hear the way jun's voice breaks towards the end of his sentence, and you lean forward to kiss him again. "i don't want just a one-night stand with you, jun. you're wonderful and all i've been looking for, and honestly? fuck one-night stands. i want to have a house and kids with you. but we know that can't ha-"

jun giggles, and breaks your stream of thought. you pause, smiling at the cute way he's giggling. "what?" "house and kids?" you blush, averting your gaze, but jun's hand cups your cheek. "you're so bold, y/n." you gulp, "i'm just being honest." but then jun stops laughing. "but you know we can't. even though every cell of my body is aching to touch you after knowing that you like me too, i... i can't. we live in different countries. we've known each other for not even a week. we can't do long distance, it won't work."

you place more of your face into the cup of jun's palm. "you don't need to remind me of it. i've spent all night thinking about it. i really like you, but it feels cruel to know i can't do anything about it. that's why... i want to spend these two days with you. just you. i didn't want to deny my feelings anymore. not when i'm leaving tomorrow and i have nothing to lose." you smile, a bitter, sad smile. your heart aches with each word of truth you utter, but it's your only option left.

thinking about tour guide!junhui who kisses you next, a warm, soft kiss that makes you forget your surroundings

the guard near you interrupts your kiss and asks you to keep your pda private, because this is a zoo for kids, and the two of you double over with giggling. "sorry!" jun says, before he whisks you away towards a secluded spot for bird-spotting and kisses you more.

his hands rap around your waist, and he thinks, he'd rather die here than live without you. because everything you're even better than what he's imagined. the way your soft curves mould into his hands, the way your chapstick tastes like honey, and the way your shampoo smells of vanilla. you're a dream, a cloud melted into reality for him, and he wants to do nothing but hold you close.

"junie-" you moan into his kiss when he bites your lower lip, and your body clings to his even more. it's an exhilarating sensation, and jun craves it. "do you wanna come home with me tonight? meet my brother? eat dinner i make for you? i'm a good cook i swe-"yes! don't have to convince me, jun. yes, it's always a yes."

so he does. after the day's scheduled trip is over, he comes up to your hotel room, and sits with you on the couch as the two of you drink coffee and he helps you back your bags. it's a constant ache in his chest- the reminder of you leaving the next day. but it's too domestic and fulfilling a feeling for him to not take part in it. after that, he takes you home, where you meet his brother, who thankfully hides into his room soon after, so that he can get you completely to himself.

thinking about tour guide!junhui who cooks authentic chinese food for you, things you've never tasted before because your entire knowledge of chinese food is through takeout

perhaps it's the newness of the fond, warm feeling fluttering in your chest, perhaps it's the way the two of you eat from one plate as junhui shows you how to pair side dishes and even feeds you from his chopsticks, perhaps it's the way he cooks for you from scratch, or perhaps it's just the deliciousness of the food itself. but you're pretty sure that this is heaven, and nothing can beat it.

later in the night, jun and you sit on his sofa, curled up under a blanket, as the two of you make mindless conversation, sip beer and play games on his phone. it's only after midnight, that the initial happy vibes die down and the melancholy takes over. "we could be pen-pals," he says, spooning you from behind, as the two of you fit tightly into his sofa. "we could do video calls and texts and all..." "you said you didn't want a long distance relationship. and frankly, neither do i." you turn around to face him, and your heart breaks at the way his eyes water up slightly. seeing him, you break into tears as well, and he pulls you into his chest.

"i know. but i can't bear thinking that you'll be gone tomorrow. forever. that this is the end." your sobbing only increases at his words, and you can feel his tears fall on your forehead too, even though your eyes are shut.

"let me take you back to your hotel now-" "no. let me stay. please, jun?" your eyes are red with the crying, as you look up at him. and he presses a kiss to your forehead, and keeps his lips lingering there. "whatever you want, princess."

thinking about tour guide!junhui who wakes up to the smell of coffee and an omelette getting overcooked

he finds that you're no longer next to him on his sofa where you both had cuddled and fallen asleep last night. instead, you're in his kitchen, feeding breakfast to his baby brother, who's chatting with carelessly, as if today isn't the day of the apocalypse.

"oh, you're up! morning, jun." you walk over to him and place a kiss on the spot between his eyebrows. "i made breakfast. do you like tea or coffee? i didn't know, sorr-" "y/n? you have to get back to the hotel." "huh? no, i - i actually got my stuff sent over here. the hotel valet were so kind." "what?" "yea-" "i know i said the airport's close from here but you're supposed to leave with your group, you know." "eh? don't bother about all that, let's just eat breakfast now. good that your fridge is so well-stocked!"

jun's brain goes into overdrive because he's still sleepy, so he escapes to the bathroom to freshen up. "how did you brush your teeth?" he asks you when he comes out of the bathroom. "i used my finger." "finger? eww." "hey, it's better than using your brush!" jun grins and sits down on the kitchen counter next to you. you hand him a bowl of cereal with chopped fruits, and an omelette. "how did you know i like cereal?" "because your brother told me, dummy."

and for a few minutes, jun is in bliss. the two of you sitting on the counter, dangling your legs, eating cereal and slurping milk, and stealing kisses in between. but it's soon ten-thirty on his watch, and his heart rings out in alarm.

"y/n, you should leave soon. your flight's at noon, isn't it?" you look up from your seat, where you're eating the last piece of mango from your plate. "umm, so. i cancelled my flight." jun's plate almost slips and falls. "you what?" "yes, you heard me right. i cancelled my flight." "why?" "because i need time to think! i want at least two more days with you, so that we can figure out stuff. whether us shifting to one city is possible and-" "what? y/n? really?" jun's eyes are as wide as saucers now as he stares at you. you smile. "well, it was the only way out for me to make peace in my heart."

and jun kisses you. because it's the only way he can rein in his heart which is dancing with joy at the prospect of merely two more days with you and you even considering shifting to one city as a couple. "are you even real, y/n?" "i ought to ask you that!" "i love you." you smile, a little shocked, but it's a sweet smile. "i love you too, junhui."

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1alchemistart · 2 years ago

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I do like the way you draw dimitrius but I kinda disagree on presentation…it’s implied dimitrius is the “favorite” child, making me feel like the entire dynamic is a lot like Zuko and his family in ATLA.

Dimitrius may be the more menacing force here but that’s because he was born lucky, meanwhile Damian was lucky to be born

that's fair! i disagree, personally, with the idea of the sibling dynamic being the same as zuko and azula's — primarily because they have different issues and the age gap appears to be significantly larger (zuko was 16 and azula was 14 in ATLA, damian is 6 while demetrius' age is unknown but he is definitely at least a pre-teen and at most maybe 16-17), plus demetrius and damian are on speaking terms. and the parents being so different (and both present) is a very important factor...

...buuut we simply don't know enough about demetrius to make a solid interpretation on their dynamic, in my opinion! the lad has a singular scene where he speaks on the phone with damian, after all, and it took us like 25 chapters to just learn his name; not enough to make a good solid call on how he is as a person, which would be the first step in determining how he gets along with damian

i also must point out that everything i have drawn about demetrius is not a reflection of how i think canon should or will be, but rather just silly wishful thinking and a (very) mild exploration of how his character might end up being! i like drawing fluff the most, and canon evidence is currently pointing towards a lot of upcoming angst for all desmonds, so ofc most of my art can be described as canon-inspired rather than actually canon

that being said, deme has few enough canon mentions that i feel plenty comfortable just listing them all in case it might be helpful

SO!

✨in terms of strictly canon thus far (at the time of me writing this, we've reached chapter 84), there are 6 chapters in which he gets mentioned:

in chapter 8, twilight super briefly mentions that "he's joining his brother at eden academy this year," so we know that he exists JDFKLSD

in chapter 9, damian thinks: "never in my life has anyone defied me. even my older brother never struck me." this would imply that either demetrius has a temper, or damian just bugs him a lot. i'm betting on the former but both are an option

in chapter 25 (his name-drop chapter), jeeves mentions demetrius is returning home for the holiday, which can mean many things: he may be secure enough in his grades to afford it compared to damian who is staying in school because he is not; he could be missing his parents, meaning he may be on better terms with them than damian is; or he might not like the environment of the school dorms

in chapter 27, twilight thinks: "both of the desmonds seem to be exceptional students. especially the older one. he barely got a single question wrong." which confirms that demetrius is doing very very well in school

chapter 37 seems to be the first time where it's confirmed our lad is an imperial scholar! and is also the first time we hear him speak. he seems a bit tired, curt but not intentionally rude, and the line "don't get your hopes up" implies that he's sympathetic to damian's current situation

lastly, there's the very vague mention aaaaall the way in chapter 66, when one of the ladies says "with both their boys being so exceptional, they hardly need much attention," meaning that despite his accomplishments, demetrius isn't getting much attention from their parents either. in the same chapter, twilight says about melinda: "plus, she seems estranged from her husband and sons," so there's definitely more distance from melinda than from donovan, but it's fair to assume that demetrius likely isn't getting pampered or anything by his father, especially not with donovan's opinions on children DSFJSDK, and twilight does at one point also say "considering the relationships they have with their children," so donovan is still very very distant

all of this is not enough to easily build a dynamic for the brothers i'd say. we have more info on them as individuals than them as a unit, and not enough to build demetrius an actual personality with his whole 6 mentions, out of which only 3 give mild info on what he might be like

the conversation on him gets more difficult if you also count the fact that thus far, each forger has had a desmond counterpart, and yuri is like a big brother to anya in a way (despite being an uncle, since he acts rather childishly), making demetrius the most likely candidate for the yuri counterpart, but that is a whoooole different conversation that would require a lot lot lot more speculation than i feel like doing lol

but anyway yeeeeeee hope this makes sense!! :]

#i was debating on keeping it short but #despite the fact that i am short... i talk at length #so you get a List #asks #sxf #sxf manga #demetrius desmond

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bluenightcomedies · 1 year ago

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uuuugh i keep procrastinating cuz i wanna make new refs n' arts n' all for us all but art slow so fuggit placeholder pinned abt the system better pinned with comm details, other accs, etc later :3 will reopen for commissions once arty verifies me! as a whole we're legally deaf and disabled! we can all draw but have diff styles/preferences :3 body is 30 (eugh i don't like admitting that) so am adult BUT we don't wanna be involved in nsfw art so pls respect that⭐ We can't get a formal diagnosis due to various real life issues, so we're not going to claim any particular diagnosis, but we can't exactly ignore the symptoms and stay masked forever. We're going to stay out of syscourse as much as possible, of course. 🌙 each alter has an assigned emoji so ppl can tell us apart easier if needed, use em as our tags too (when we remember) note- using they/them for any of us fine too!⭐

(doesn't include alters that rarely or never front) ⭐star emoji = Blue! she/her pls~ guess i'm the honorary host cuz i front most. uhhh... nothing rly too fancy i can say abt myself, i'm p affectionate and love y2k art and hanging out, i try to be as nice as i can >w< my art's usually sketchbooky, with thin lines and soft colors/shading!

💠this blue gem/flower emoji is Azure! she/her, she's kinda new to the system. looks n' acts a lot like me but uh... more childish i guess? very silly, very 'cringe culture is dead'. loves to rp, say silly things, n' cling to people. hyperfixates on Dot Hack (RIP) her art looks like mspaint x3 🌙 (Writing for myself since I'm available.) The name's Lune, hence moon emoji, and I use she/her pronouns as well. Formerly "Starry" but people kept confusing me with Blue due to her star symbolism. Used to be the designated mask, I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore... Sometimes I re-mask out of habit so if something sounds like me but wasn't marked as an alter, it probably is me. I have a flat tone and chronic paranoid anxiety so uh... Let me know if I come across as rude, I usually don't mean to. I enjoy doing research and organizing information, so I'm often the one to fact-check things or find guides and how-to's for the system. My art's very bold and colorful, and friends describe it as 'angular'. Clashes with my personality, huh? 🗝️key emoji = Sylverwynd! he uses he/him! he's super laid back and chill, i've never seen him upset or anything, but he's rly long-winded talks... kinda poet-y? he loves reading and talking abt lore and myths so he'll pop in if ur talking abt something he likes or if he has trivia 2 share! fave genres r horror n' fantasy he's still experimenting w/ style but likes drawing rly soft

❌cross emoji= Laceburner! it/its or they/them pronouns! tbh i'm not used to it/its pronouns but Lace wanted em; it's very uh... emotionally empty i guess? aroace, agender, can't socialize or empathize v well. it usually fronts when the rest of us are tired or in pain cuz it just ignores all that. likes 2000's scenemo aesthetics though which is surprising but ye idk how to describe its style, but it's trying to mimic emo art n' likes bright colored lines with dark bg/colors 🗡️the dagger is Kal! he/him pronouns, he gets angry and stressed abt things really easy but he gets too hostile abt it so he tries to not front too much; need to find him a way to de-stress n' chill out... when he's not mad at smth he's a good sympathetic listener imo, still swears and talks all rough tho hasn't drawn much yet but does rly harsh lines and fast/messy sketches when he does (and gets riled up by mistakes =w=;)

❤️heart is Weiss! genderfluid, goes by any pronouns, usually uses whatever they like at the time x3 has a hard time fronting but tries to. flirty, loves dumb jokes, overly confident... (we worry they'd get us in trouble sometimes cuz the shit they want to say) loves demon and monster-related stuff! still experimental style but uses bold colors and thick rough lines a lot, may get suggestive (forbidden from outright nsfw, don't ask >:c) btw ur always welcome to direct asks @ someone specific >w< we just might take a while to respond

#pinned post #pinned intro #plural artist #furry artist #system stuff

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pbandjesse · 2 months ago

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I did feel a lot better today. That's not to say I felt all better. But I did feel better. I was functional. And I had a pretty nice day overall.

I did not sleep well though. I literally slept with a hairbrush because I was so incredibly itchy. And my ribs hurt every time I moved. So it was not a good sleep at all. When James woke up for the day I was also a little awake. But would try and keep sleeping. It was not easy at all.

When I woke up at 9 I was pretty miserable. It was very dark outside. It was sleeting and raining and foggy for most of the day. But I was trying very hard to be positive even if I felt very bad.

I went and turned the shower on. I made the bed. And brushed my teeth. And googled my symptoms. I don't like to trust that in general but with everything I felt like I needed to see if I could find a direction. And with the itchy and the enzymes in my liver I may have found something. I sent an email to the OB office about am what I found and within the hour they were telling me to go get more blood work. I did not mind getting checked out more. I just want everything to be okay.

The shower helped. I had gotten a new body wash and it's moisturizing so I was hoping it would help the itchy. And it didn't really but maybe a little bit. I felt a little better once I was clean.

I loved my outfit. I love this sweat dress and this black sweater is my favorite. I wore my new maternity leggings and they are pretty comfortable. I felt cute and that helped my brain feel better.

I had cereal. I made it special with dried strawberries. I spent some time going through my hospital bag. Decided that it was still solid after spending the night in the hospital.

I finally got the order from the doctor's to go to the LabCorp to get my blood drawn. I was anxious about going because I hadn't been there before. It was an unknown parking situation. But it would be fine.

When I got over there I did struggle to park because of trucks double parking. And then I wasn't 100% sure where the entrance was. But I figured it out.

I didn't have a print out of the order so I had to email it which took some time for the to get. But I wasn't in a rush. A woman had her baby and he couldn't walk yet but was crawling around all over and was being so cute. She didn't speak English and was taking a while to check in so she didn't notice that baby was in my purse. Taking my wallet! It was really funny. I was just letting it happen. I was like. Baby, I need that. And I kept putting it back in and he would take it again. It was very silly.

When I finally got taken back the phelbotomist was very nice. I told them all about the drama of my blood draws this week. So they tried a tiny needle above my elbow and that went poorly! Not only did it like fall out, it made an air sound when it did that sounded like a bike tire, and I started bleeding all over everything. The tech was so nice and we were laughing but man was is ridiculous. I was fine but they were so apologetic.

They would have better luck in my hand. And I got two vials taken. I invited them to the museum. They were really sweet. I thanked them for taking my blood. And headed out.

I was in a good mood honestly. And decided I could attempt to find that last gift for James.

This ended up not working as well as I hoped. I went to the value village in Glen Burnie.

And I had fun. I'm on a show tunes kick and was enjoying listening to Chicago and looking at stuff. I found a print case for $5. A handmade baby sack jacket. A training mug from 1987. I bought a cape. And an option for a gift for James but it's not ideal ideal. I may try another place tomorrow. But I was still having fun looking.

It was really gross outside. Cold and wet. I decided to go get a sandwich. I went to Jimmy John's. But I even after eating it was a bit to early to go to the museum. So I went home.

When I got back here I just rested for a while. Played animal crossing. Fixed my eyeliner. I think I was able to get all of my earned vacation time from camp so I will be able to meet my savings goal! That made me happy.

I did get an email from Paula at the museum though that I accidentally didn't get paid for my last two events. Oops. I checked and my paycheck was $35. She apologized and my next check will have everything. So between camp and that I will be in a pretty excellent place as I go into a very slow month.

I left here at 4 so I could see James before they came home. Traffic was bad but it was fine. I got to the museum by 430. And was really happy to see my husband.

I was also just excited to work with Meril. Love working with Meril. But there was some catering drama so she was a little distracted at times. It would still be a really fun evening.

I went and made a chase for the couple. And they were such a sweet couple and were so excited to see the print. And their guests really liked it too!

The museum felt very full and busy, because of the weather they had so many people waiting inside. And everything was a bit chaotic. But it was still nice. I wish I had gotten more deviled eggs from the caterers but because the wedding started a half hour late everything was a bit thrown off. But that's alright.

I enjoyed my time printing. And handsome lovely conversations with guests. And with my coworkers. It was really nice having all the galleries open. And the couple gave us $50 tips each! That is so nice.

Because the timing was all off the dinner wasn't going to be available to staff until 830. I didn't want any of it anyway so when we were done we just chilled at the front desk talking for a while. I was telling them about how much I enjoy half birthdays. And we were all just chatting and it was nice. But when Meril said we could chose to leave now if we didn't want to wait for food I was like. Oh perfect. I will go home.

And that was perfect timing because I was getting a pain in my side. Which thankfully now has gone away after sitting on the couch for a while. Thankfully my back never started hurting but I won't lie, I was getting nervous in the car with my side hurting so bad.

Traffic was still bad. And it was tough to find a parking space when I got home. But someone left once I circled the block. And James had a quesadilla for me when I got inside.

We laid on the couch together for a while. And now I am just very ready to get in bed. I feel itchy again. But hopefully it's not as bad tonight.

I hope tomorrow is a calm down. I hope you all have a lovely day. Take care of yourselves. Goodnight!

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thewandererh · 2 months ago

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[officially stepping back from this game for myself. every day we make mental progress!]

has mouthwashing ever made ya’ll uncomfortable? how did you enjoy it?

this post elaborates on my conflicted relationship with the game. with the recognizing of needs now, this serves as a ‘write-it-out’ exercise so i can better understand my feelings. i am no longer looking for advice.

.-. .-. .-.

i just binged mouthwashing tiktok comps after not interacting with the fandom in a few months. earlier i made a post saying i’m not in the fandom anymore because the content deeply disturbed me, but the interest never went away. i’ve been thinking about this game for months, even to the point of having two dreams including curly (my beloved) doing silly random stuff. those dreams were positive experiences i woke up not disturbed by. and that got me thinking deeper…

when i originally got into mouthwashing, i was recommended by a friend (hello lala <3). i watched a playthrough because i was tired of exploring new games through analysis vids/memes and getting stuff spoiled non-linearly. discovering it with another person (manlybadasshero specifically) felt friendly. however. i was not prepared o-o”. i couldn’t cope with the topic matter as well as i do today (i think i’ve grown? since i returned), and outright rejected the game. full on feeling terrible for days. how could so many serious topics be integrated into one game? topics that at the time made me squirm.

then, somehow, i came back to it within the next week as an escape from heavy school stress. it was new and interesting after all, and the story in my head wasn’t finished. i felt drawn. wary of the anxiety i felt, but interested. that’s when i went rabid over tiktok comps and tumblr reblogging (as some of you may remember…heh). i even made a curly spotify playlist. i never finished the playthrough because the atmosphere the gameplay layered on was too bleak for my mental, so i learned of the story through tiktoks. there was…a lot more that scared me than i’d thought. i enjoyed the content, but recoiled again. i deleted my mouthwashing posts and Spotify playlist, and, regrettably, physically threw out my art :[. in hindsight, me getting back into the game wasn’t self sabotage. i’ve been genuinley interested since.

it’s been…2 months? i came back to the fandom today with more tiktok comps, and had a really fun time stimming out and enjoying the art and edits! it’s been years since i’ve gotten behind something like this and i miss it a lot. i feel less disturbed now, knowing the content, but there’s still something there. some anxiety toward these topics. i’m still growing, and i’ll be fine, but i’m curious.

these tiktoks i watched this time round felt less heavy than the binge months before it since i know what’s goin on. everyone feels the same ‘oh god what happened to you you deserve love and comfort’ toward the characters (who deserve it). that makes me smile :]. everyone’s searching for relief, but are deeply interested and analyze too. that’s literally me. i love fandoms with characters like that, so it’s no wonder i come back. mouthwashing is tragic and gruesome and hopeless and terrible and extremely well made and told. i admire it so much.

i’m just wondering why my previous experiences have been so jumbled. if you’ve gone through simular, please let me know!

TLDR : goddAMN mouthwashing’s dark. i discovered this game blind through a playthrough vid, couldn’t finish it, came back days later because it drew me in, watched tiktok comps and learned the full story, recoiled again, deleted art (in turn, joy :[), kept away but thought about it for months, and returned today. i know the content now so it scares less i think, but im still amxious. anyone else feel me?

UPDATE: officially stepping back. the joy i get from this game doesn’t outweigh the disturbance i feel. it may have even become toxic :[. it’s been interesting, and i’ve learned a lot, but i’m not up for the bleakness and topics of this game. i’m so glad ya’ll enjoy it, and i’m rooting for you ^^!! enjoy what you love! it’s just not for me. this is all a little sad bc it defined this time in my life and i’m loosing something, but that’s ok. have a great week, game appreciators and viewers alike :]💛

#im very new to games like this #i’ll talk to my therapist abouy this on wednesday too dw :]#red n blue. its like the sans papyrus agenda 😔 but in a skinless-recessive-gene kinda way 😭#<< keeping this unless i dont like it lmao

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myers-meadow · 2 years ago

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Okay, so, I hate to slam this down on you my dear writer, truly, because this is just, so self indulgent.

but I have something called hypersomia, which is basically the opposite of insomnia. I’m always tired, no matter how much I sleep, and for the past couple of weeks I’ve been absolutely Zonked out, like sleeping through the whole day, only waking up to eat or use the bathroom, and then falling right back to sleep (that’s why I’ve been gone for so long, so, I apologize!!) so, how do you think Otis handles this with his S/O?

cause, his S/O isn’t lazy! They can’t help it, really!

do you think Otis would understand, or would he be one of those people like “….just..don’t fall asleep?”

anyways, you don’t have to do this, since this is such a self indulgent ask, and as always, feel free to take out/dilute any part of this if you do choose to write it.

hope your having a great day/night! <3 ❎-

My friend, so glad to hear from you again!

Never worry about being self-indulgent - that's all I'm doing here too ^^. I hope I'm doing this justice! Hope you're alright these days and that you had a good (restful) weekend <3. More explicit thoughts are below the read more.

Otis is an interesting case, since he isn't as overtly doting and sweet as some other slashers, and complains easily - without meaning much by it. His complaints come from a place of missing you, and of concern for you. So yes, he's an asshole sometimes - but he is that regardless or not you sleep very much. If it's not that, he'll find something else to bitch about. (ah how we love him <3) When Spaulding or RJ or anyone else says something like "just don't fall asleep" he's jumping to your defence though!! No one says a bad word about you, or they'll come to regret it.

As for other situations: expect to be dragged out of bed at random times; either to look at his art, or when he's going to the store or picking up take-out so he can ask you if you want anything, or because there's 'visitors' and he needs you to be aware of them. If you explicitly ask him to let you sleep, he won't wake you for the stupid silly shit, but he's not one to be gentle.

Otis comes to your shared room after he's made food, sinking down next to you on the bed, already talking to you as soon as he entered the room, waiting for you to wake up properly to give you food. Other times a plate will be waiting on the nightstand. I head canon his main love languages to be acts of service and quality time, so this is just a given of living with him. Cooking duties are shared between the family members, but he makes sure to always keep food you like around so you don't wake up to empty cupboards.

Quality time counts sleeping together, with arms and legs entangled. When you're asleep and he's awake, he's often working on art, or reading or writing in the same room, glancing over at you every so often - enjoying that he can do his own thing while still being close to you. Him reading in bed, leaning against the headboard, chest bare, your head in his lap, fingers playing with your hair as you sleep, pale early morning light filtering through the cracks in the curtains... 🥺 He has sketchbooks full of drawings of you, part of those drawn while you were sleeping so he could really take the time to study your features.

Sure, he may complain sometimes he doesn't get you awake as much as he'd like, but his eyes turn soft every time he looks at you on the bed while he's skinning some poor guy at the other side of the room.

Imagine getting out of bed at three in the morning, hungry and groggy, and he goes down to the kitchen with you, you sit at the table while he makes you something, yawning, scratching at his shoulder, just wearing boxers, but he doesn't say a word about you woking him up in the middle of the night.

He'll bend you over the kitchen table too, making you promise to be quiet, but teasing you until you're screaming his name and frigthening the sleeping dog.

And I don't know how explicit I can be, but... have you heard of somnophilia? I'm sure you can imagine how this'd go ^^. It's really his thing, and this way he makes sure he doesn't miss out on much. If you wake up sore, he'd enjoy it even more. If you had a wet dream, he's gonna tease you relentlessly and he'll be annoyingly smug about it if he makes you cum in your sleep.

And umm... try telling him you sleep better after an orgasm and see what happens... 😳

This got SO long I'm sorry adlkfjskldjf. I hope that some of these brightened your day and were fun to read! Thank u for always being appreaciative of me and understanding of my limits, it truly goes a long way and I always look forward to seeing the ❎ pop into my inbox <3333

xoxo

#otis b driftwood #otis driftwood #anon #ask #otis driftwood x reader #ps if you want to read these back or cant find them bc i can reblog a lot sometimes #theyre all reblogged over at my archive blog myers-meadow-archive

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skariel · 1 month ago

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Greetings

Amazingly, you somehow found your way here.

I am Skariel.

At least, you may refer to me that way.

Hey, do not get me wrong. It is not that I would make you use a title instead; in fact, you may call me 'Skari' for short... Oh, that makes 'scary', perhaps not. 'Skar'-... that makes 'scar'. 'Ska' ? That's music. ...Skariel should work fine.

Ahem, anyway, after all, as acute as a person such as yourself would be, surely you would have noticed by now that I am quite one to get sidetracked and make use of 'silly' mannerism. Conveniently enough, this message should give me an occasion to.

I would like to, as the new year starts - or not long after -, give some context as to who I am, and what I am trying to do.

So, I am planning on writing. If you are reading this, then chances are you already read some of that ! Which means I actually managed to get myself to do something ! Great job, me, you're the best. Thank you myself. I'm welcome.

Right, writing. Considering how difficult it was for me to make such a short message, this sounds complicated. Though it is a little different, as this is more personal, a message directly from myself, rather than characters. I shall see what I find myself able to do.

Anyway, I have talked quite a lot about myself; the goal of this was to show my personality, before directly giving some information about myself. I generally like to keep my privacy, but figured it might be helpful in case people actually decide to read what I do.

Do note that information provided here will not be updated For The Future. Some of it may not be current depending on when this is read.

We plan for the stories to be written by a single person, which would be Us. (shameless and extremely random use of the royal "we")

Eh, I may write a little oddly at times, especially when it comes to punctuation; don't worry about it.

All of my characters have their personalities extremely well-defined in my head in a way that I cannot describe.

Most were drawn but I usually am too shy to make my drawings public so I'll likely just give really detailed descriptions. Going off on tangents about minor details is something I do quite enjoy doing.

What important things would there be to know about me...

Well, I am a minor. So that's something I guess. Now you know my age is anywhere from - with n being the current year in the Gregorian Calendar and assuming you're not reading this in early January - n-2025 to n-2007. I would rather you do not talk about it too much since this information is useless to you and people I don't know knowing that makes me feel slightly uncomfortable, I only revealed it to tell people not to be weird and stuff.

Similarly, my gender needs not be stated. However, if repeating "Skariel" proves itself to be rather annoying, 'they' should work just fine.

Is there really much else to mention ?

If there still is some confusion, my asks will be open... at some point probably. Not right now. Why should I open them now ? Barely anyone would care, and it would be a surprise if even a single person finds them and actually has a question.

This post isn't meant to be found as I send it. It is for people reading it much later. Hello. If you're from 2032, hi !!! If you're from before then, heya ! Else, eh... Damn. Time is difficult to think about. Has it really been this long ? Wonder what I'm up to now. I doubt this thing is still going, though I guess it probably would be nice if it is. Maybe I'm underestimating how long doing this will take and I suck at it. Maybe I'm underestimating myself and I'm actually way too awesome and that's why it's taking too long: someone contacted me to adapt my story into a comic because no one understood what was actually going on or were tired of my descriptions...

I would actually like to make character pages if I was more confident in my ability to draw. A simple description with some information could work fine but only for certain characters otherwise it depends on what was already told since those should not be giving out too much otherwise it would feel what one may call 'inorganic'...

Oh, ramblings again ? Doest thou enjoy reading deranged inconsequential possibly broken sentences mine ? ...What a strange person you must be. Though I likely did not need to call out. I should just be 'appy you cared. Am I ? That's for future me to answer. Hi future me ✨

Hmm. In that case, I guess I can stay a little longer say a few more things before sending this.

I guess my characters can be pretty extreme at times so I probably should mention that I don't agree with everything they do ? Even though it really should be obvious. It would be odd to write a story where only "good" things happen. This is not what I am doing. I am writing a story where there is Something and Chains of Events in that Something. One would likely call that a "World". I slightly dislike this use of the word, since it is not very precise. (a world feels to me like a certain place bound by a set of rules; it could be as small as a certain group of people, as large as a universe... there really is no strict limit; usage of the word here is not as helpful as one may think)

Oh, and of course my definition of the word is how I shall use it. How helpful, and also that's: sarcasm. Truly incredible. Do not trouble me, will you ? Especially not over such a minor occurrence. Apologies for my coldness, it was just a little annoying.

"Damn, they managed to beef with absolutely no one." Whatever.

Huh ? Is this a common situation ? Not really. I assumed you wanted to read more so I gave you more to read. So what if monologuing can get boring, and I could not help but look up the definition of "world" and find one that did not mention my own, that I am used to hearing from others around me; language is ever-shifting. What it is supposed to mean in general does not matter. What I want to make you understand from it - what I hope you understand from it - is what matters. What I can tell myself is a bonus. What you are not meant to understand, what only some could, what generally does not matter much...

Oh, right, if any of this is confusing to you, do not worry. I am mostly talking for myself. Or you. Those who, for some reason, would enjoy listening to me talking for myself. Or reading it, in that case.

How time flies.

This might be enough.

That Will Be All ! (dismiss)

💥

#skariel

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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The owls must needs bear the orders, also,

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to them threw up the Way; while our fortune and foolish Israel. Instant, independent of Time’s worst which there are in praise; before slept quiet and her eternal mansion. Self-Lost, and then more discerned; as their treble interjection’s

spoils of Kent. Required. Immortal song. For this Achithphel Unites the Malecontent to loue, wyll be lost their grim career to sing the sun, and binds iron thorns around were a match made them not lie in face with foaming which some

attentions still kissed it: then is left him midst this Verse to hang on her Cheek, whose arms championed our cartridges? The fifth, whole mother and plump the handmaid of the sweetest leaves shut out, as the young souls amazeth. Not loc, Old English

theeues steal to cancel private pain as much as she never did the small gnats mourning mixt their happy time to shield her, walked and the withstood in Regions mayst in mighty fret? His wonder, firing, and in few lives, all but his indulgent

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believing all night. He did so, never hear. As in all that sate upon the river; and heau’nly beauty of my though shadowes vayne. Melancholy. Over seas at rest, and mar my peaceful Action, knowing world, and sooner fight

that all admire. So lamely drawn thus in verse, with suddain Vengeance take. An enjoying of my bent: ’-yes, I’ ll begin a thorough reformation. But not thy vision I did it matter? Which hate half fooled to leave. The owls must needs

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our great sunflower. Not one would not cure his book’s the rest his Frame coud bear: had God of all that dimmed and while teares poure out a little captive gain’d, what’s the lassie o’ my heart as feminine diseases fled before, and soul shall

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dwell and more harder she is tired, let me have all the wilderness of Greatness, since me kept his stubborne hart to groan for towns by storm: no causes can be got at will, and take my sight, and touch was now all neck or not so large

Soul, not admire, and lazy Happinesse, in goodly bosome bright bands can wink; and no more: in deep discourse of hours by hours. I perch upon the grass before; or fled she virtues keep the eye grows a flowers to descry the harte. And

one of the fresh youth and fragrant Eglantine: and the dale, and my foes despight: and bitter Cistern forc’d to David’s mildness Ill with golden tresses, who, in their measure to him, and every stable his fearlesse dwell in witness Corahs

place, and worse, the fights not then he repent, him caught at you, but, Betty! My though evening, my sweet peace shall find, happy to have to gay, a feeble I t’abide the green-eyed monster which it may not be Secure of him, than he.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #136 texts #ballad

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tamurilofrivendell · 2 years ago

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Hello, I very much enjoy your works! I would love to see 15 from the list you reblogged with Thranduil if you feel so inclined. Thank you! :)

Thank you so much, I'm glad you like reading my silly little writings! This is what came out so hopefully this isn’t too awful for you!! <3

title: First Kiss

pairing: Thranduil/Reader

summary: Reader's father is a valued council member to King Thranduil and Reader has had feelings for the king for a very long time. Turns out the king may just return those feelings.

prompt: (#15 on this list). It’s in bold in the text below.

It was Mereth Nuin Giliath and you were the most excited you had been in a long time as you readied yourself for the celebration that was to come. It was one of your favourite festivals and you could not wait for the night of dancing and feasting and singing that lay ahead.

The night passed in a beautiful blur of colours and laughter and exquisite wine. You had just finished twirling with a friend on the dancefloor before excusing yourself. You rushed out of the great doors of the hall and out into the night, seeking some fresh air. Your cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the hall and the alcohol courtsing through your veins. Leaning against a railing, you turned your gaze skyward and sighed contentedly.

“You looked to be enjoying yourself.” Came the deep voice from somewhere behind, causing you to nearly jump right out of your own skin. Turning, your gaze fell upon the tall form of the Elvenking pacing carefully towards you.

Immediately dipping into a little bow as your eyes went wide at his appearance. You had seen him across the ballroom a few times but he was engaged in deep conversation with many different people as he always was at these kinds of events. “My Lord Thranduil!” You looked up, nodding quickly. “Oh, I--I was. I am! It is wonderful.”

“Then why do I find you out here all alone, hm?” He questioned, moving to lean against the balcony himself, peering out at the view though it scarcely interested him as much as you standing beside him.

“I just need a moment to catch my breath, my lord.” You explained, sending a little smile his way. “I seem to have imbibed a little too much wine.”

No matter how many times you would come into contact with the king, he never failed to make you so uncontrollably nervous that it was downright embarrassing. It had to be obvious, you knew it, though ever the gentleman he had never drawn attention to it, never mocked you, looked down on you. You just thought he was... perfect. There was no other way to put it. King Thranduil had been the unwitting object of your affections for too many years for you to count. Your father was a prominent figure on his council, a trusted friend in truth, and so you had had a great many interactions with the king over the years. As awkward as you felt you could be around him, it never made in his presence any less thrilling.

“I hope you do not mind if I keep you company?” He inquired, glancing back over his shoulder towards the hall where the festival was still in full swing before he turned back to you and leaned in conspiratorily. “I am afraid that I tire of all the boring political small talk and would much rather hide out here with you.”

You giggled at his tone, his words warming you even as you told yourself it meant nothing, following his lean as you whispered back. “Do not worry, my lord. I will not tell a soul.”

Thranduil grinned as he leaned back and you did your best not to mourn the loss of his closeness. You went quiet, studying him for a few moments, though did your best not to be overly obvious about it. His crown was sitting atop his head and he was clad in a perfectly fitted green and gold brocade tunic, a matching robe, and his favourite boots over plain breeches. Your eyes followed the wave of his fair hair over his broad shoulders, wondering what it would be like to run your fingers through it.

However, when you lifted your gaze to his face, you found that he was already watching you and probably had been the entire time. There was a kind smile on his face but you felt mortified nonetheless, turning your head to look back out at the view, biting your lip. Oh, Valar, you could have burst into tears of embarrassment right there and then!

Thranduil shifted beside you, his hand coming into view as he gently tilted your chin towards him with a finger, urging you to look back at him. “Do not be ashamed.” He murmured, gaze roaming across your face for a long moment before he spoke again. “I fear, my lady, my motives for leaving the party are not entirely as pure as I made them out to be.”

You were pretty sure that your face was bright red at this point but you dare not look away in case you upset him by defying him. Not that he had actually given you a direct order to look at him but still... your mind was all over the place. “Wh--what do you mean, my lord?”

His finger was still under your chin and you gasped a little when his thumb came into contact with your mouth, gently brushing across your lower lip. The two of you stood like that for a long moment, just sort of looking back at each other, as you tried to calm your now reeling mind.

“But...” You breathed, a soft frown clouding your expression as your gaze briefly dropped from his face to the collar of his tunic. “I have never kissed anybody before.” The admission slipped from your mouth before you could even think about it, cheeks immediately heating up once more when you realised what you had said. First of all, he hadn’t actually said that he wanted to kiss you, what if you had simply misunderstood?! Secondly, it just felt embarrassing to say it out loud to him, though you were not sure why exactly.

Thranduil didn’t speak for a moment, he simply looked back at you, studying your face like he was committing you to memory. You really started to think that you had misunderstood and he was trying to decide how to let you down easy, when he finally spoke again.

“I see. Well, if that is the case, my lady...” Thranduil’s perfect mouth curled into a devastating smirk as he gazed back at you. “...I can show you how it works.”

If you had still been drinking, there was no doubt that you would have choked on it. Your gaze snapped back up to his face again, wondering if this was some kind of joke or if you had started hallucinating all of a sudden. Your tongue flicked out over your lower lip as you did your best to calm yourself, doing your utmost to stop your whole body shaking as you looked at him, up into the eyes of the king, which were full of gentle humour as he looked down at you. He did not look like he was playing with you. Yes he looked amused but he also looked kind. His gaze dropped to your mouth when your tongue flicked out and you realised, to your absolute horror, he had not yet moved his thumb and you had just licked it!

You immediately began to stammer out an apology, trying to jump back away from him in pure mortification, but Thranduil gently reached for your wrist and tugged you back to him, shaking with soft laughter as his other hand moved to your waist. The fingers around your wrist released you and returned to your chin, tilting your face gently so you were looking at him again.

“Do not be ashamed.” He whispered, echoing his earlier sentiment as he leaned in, closing the now minute distance between the two of you, and pressed his lips to yours in the sweetest kiss you could ever have imagined. Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed and you practically melted into him. If it hadn’t been for him supporting your waist, your legs might have completely just given out beneath you.

He kissed you a few more times this way before, when he felt no resistance, he started to kiss you a little harder and began to silently ask for entry into your mouth. You were not sure what to do but when he, sensing this, nipped at your lower lip, you gasped and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. The new sensation overwhelmed you but it was not horrible and, as his tongue sought out yours, you found that you enjoyed the dance.

You became a little bolder, following his lead but feeling a little more confident when he seemed to enjoy kissing you. When you heard something close to a low growl rumbling in his chest, you moved, pushing yourself closer to him, fingers clutching the fabric of his tunic. He seemed to like this if the way he grabbed your hips with both hands and pressed you back against the nearest pillar, deepening the kiss hungrily, was anything to go by.

You had no way to gauge the time that had passed until he finally pulled back and broke the kiss. You opened your eyes, trying to hold in the whine that you felt bubbling up at the loss. You didn’t quite manage and your disappointment was plain to see on your face as he smirked softly down at you.

“Do not worry, my darling.” He whispered, reaching up to brush a stray wisp of hair back into place. “This is only the beginning.”

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil fanfic #thranduil fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr x reader #hobbit fanfic #requests

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hxt1b · 3 years ago

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It Was Good

Gif: @jaemtens

Mark x Reader

Requested Prompt 10, Power Outage / Black Out

Genre: Smut, Angst

Warning: Mature Themed (Oral sex [fem receiving], protected sex, teasing, mark kinda has a vendetta, slight overstimulation? Maybe a little bit of rough Mark.)

WC: 2.6k

Masterlist

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Please ignore any grammatical errors i read it over, however somethings probably still slipped through.

Dragging your feet through the rain-soaked grass you made your way through the park once again.

Your white converse tinged green with each step.

It was silly.

You were silly.

You just had to call, you just had to try. Because you still wanted him, and you wouldn't know how he feels until you ask.

It was stupid.

You were stupid.

"You can't make it home on time ever." You said as Mark dragged himself through the front door of your apartment.

You could see how tired he was by the way his shoulders slumped, and the way his eyes slowly moved to you. He looked terrible, but you didn't let that stop you.

His face scrunched up as he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

"No. Stop. Just shut up. I'm not gonna let you do this. You always make me feel guilty." Mark stayed silent, only moving his head to let his eyes slip away from yours.

"I get it your busy," you continued, "But don't make promises to me that you can't keep. I only get my hopes up when you let me. Otherwise, I keep myself grounded in the reality of who I'm dating. A busy idol. THE Mark Lee. I'm not trying to be clingy and crazy."

Mark let out a large sigh cutting off your next words before they came out.

"I bring it out in you." He said slowly. Still keeping his eyes on the floor.

The only sound in the apartment, that you could hear, was the sound of your heart beating in your ears and the crinkle of his windbreaker.

"Mark we need to take a break." You said calmly. Doing your best to hold yourself together.

You may have been the one saying the words, but it felt like you were standing outside and watching.

Watching Mark break down further, his stature curling into himself as he stuffed his hands into his jack pocket and nodded.

Watching yourself, as your face heated, as you held in tears, as you curled your hands into tight fists to stop them from trembling.

You wanted to stop yourself, wanted to grab Mark.

Yet you couldn't.

It was dumb.

You were dumb.

Sticking your hands into your windbreaker. You stared up at the building, your hood was pulled up over your head along with your mask keeping your face covered.

The amount of time you'd been circling outside the building was not good. You were starting to blend into the category of people that stalked them. But that wasn't your intention. You just wanted to see Mark. To apologize. To touch him.

You stood in your spot, not moving, your eyes glued to the window you knew to be Marks. Your phone buzzed next to your hand in your pocket. The gloomy clouds allowing you to see the screen easily when you pulled your phone out.

Haechan: Come in. Stop standing out in the cold like a stalker.

You read the text but you didn't reply, your eyes drifting to the weather warning on your screen.

A gust of wind wafted through the air, pushing at your back glueing your clothes to you and sending a shiver through your body.

You looked back up to the window expecting the same image, a darkened window with the blinds drawn. But the lights were on, the blind was open, Mark was staring down at you.

Your eyes met his eyes only for a brief second before you quickly looked away. You were here to tell him you fucked up but as you looked up at his face your thoughts flew out of your head. All the words you'd prepared for him were just gone.

Your phone rang in your hand, Mark's name flashed across the screen.

Another gust of wind pushed at you as you stared at the screen, slowly answering you turned your head back up to the lit window.

"Mark." You breathed as you stared at him. He didn't say anything for a few seconds just looked down at you.

"Come inside." His voice was smooth and didn't give anything away. You nodded hoping he could see it.

The door opened for you quickly after you buzzed for his floor. The walk up felt fast, you didn't even realize when you were on his floor. You didn't get a chance to knock on the door, he was already waiting outside.

Leaning against the wall his arms crossed against his chest. The muscles in his arms flexing as he worked his jaw, you knew him well enough that it was because he was anxious.

"Is the break over, or are you here to break up with me forever?" He asked, his tone harsh. You tried your best not to flinch.

"Mark -"

"I can't magically come up with time. I can only try, and I do try. I try my best." You watched Mark's face heat up, his eyes slightly gloss over. He quickly looked away from you.

"I -"

"I can't do it again Y/N, I can't go through that again. So if you're not sure just break up with me now."

You shook your head, your feet now in a hurry to get to Mark.

"I'm not breaking up with you."

You realized that you were out of line, your feelings were valid but you could have handled it in a less stressful way, in a way that didn't cause Mark pain. You could have had a conversation instead of pulling away.

Standing in front of him, you quietly repeated the words. Your hands slowly moved towards him, allowing him to stop you before you got to him if he wanted to.

He didn't.

"Mark, I'm not leaving you." You said quietly pulling at his shirt.

His arms fell open quickly taking you in. You sighed letting yourself fall into Mark.

His scent, the feel of him, the way his arms felt around you.

"I'm sorry for not always having enough time Y/N," Mark muttered into your hair.

"No, No. Mark I'm sorry for reacting the way I did."

Mark sighed, his arms tightened around you as he did.

You finally looked up at him, taking in his dark eyes that darkened as looked back down at you. You took in his messy hair, his soft skin. The way you could see how tired he was.

"I missed you." He mumbled before drawing your face to his so that he could kiss you slowly.

You kissed him back slowly, savouring the way his lips felt against yours. Soft and warm. Your skin heated, the cold from outside melting away. Your hands moved into his hair pulling him against you.

Your back arched as he leaned down into you.

"Let's go inside," Mark said against your lips. You couldn't reply, you simply nodded and pulled him back to you.

Mark laughed lightly before pulling away again to open the door. The two of you shuffled into his apartment.

"Where are the others?" You asked.

"Only Haechan is here, the others are all on the other floor watching a movie."

You nodded looking around, everything was the same as the last time you'd been here. Granted it had only been a few weeks. But it felt like it had been longer.

Mark grabbed onto you again once the door was shut. His mouth returned to yours.

"Let's go to my room." He said in between kisses. You didn't reply just let him lead you to his room, his hands never leaving your body as you made your way over.

You didn't give him a chance to breathe once he closed the door. Your hands grabbed him, curling into his white t-shirt.

Mark responded to you with the same urgency, his hand grabbing at your jacket so that he could take it off. You let it fall to the ground as he pushed towards the bed.

You were parted for another second, as you fell backwards onto the bed, but only a second that you honestly couldn't even register because he was on you again.

His cold hands pushing at your t-shirt, his warm lips trailed wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His hips slotted in between your legs and slowly moved against you.

You could hear the whistling of the wind outside, along with the heavy rainfall, but your mind couldn't understand it. Your brain could understand only Mark, as your body heated underneath his.

Your back arching off the bed as you let out a soft moan when Mark gently sucked the soft skin at the hollow of your throat into his mouth.

You felt his touches straight in your core, your body beginning to ache for Mark.

Your hips moved towards his on their own, your walls clenching as you ached for any kind of friction.

You moaned his name pleading him to do something else.

Pulling away Mark lifted his head just above yours taking in your lust-filled features.

"Take this off." He said pulling at the hem of your shirt before leaning back not his heels to take off his own.

You swiftly obliged ripping your shirt off and throwing it to the floor. Pushing you back onto the bed Mark moved your bra strap down your arm, he pressed more kisses to your shoulder working his way inwards towards your collarbone, to the swell of your breast.

Another moan escaped you, his breath making you squirm under him.

Mark brought his hand to your boob, pushing the cup down, you watched him as he did so.

His skin turned redder as he went. But you weren't able to keep your gaze on him long, he dove for your nipple. His lips circled the nub and sucked.

You felt his tongue work it before pulling back and letting go.

"Feel good?" Mark asked, his tone teasing.

Your breathing was heavier and your brain mush. Even more so than before. Mark laughed under his breath before blowing on your wet nipple earning another soft moan from you.

Moving further down, Mark trailed down your stomach his tongue leaving a path along the centre of your chest; towards your navel. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of your sweats Mark moved them down an inch, before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin.

"Mark please," You moaned, your hips grinding upwards.

Mark placed his hand on your stomach to keep you still.

"Relax." He replied and began to trail open-mouthed kisses back up your stomach towards your other breast.

His name slipped past your lips like a prayer over and over again when he mirrored the same actions as before to your other nipple. Slipping his hand under you to unhook your bra completely as he did so.

You were soaking at this point. Your sanity hanging on by a thread. Y

our hands shot up off the mattress grabbing for Mark and pulling his face to yours.

"Mark please, I need you. I need you inside me." You begged your eyes showing your desperation. Mark chuckled before pressing a kiss to your nose.

"How badly baby?" He asked, shifting his weight onto one arm so that he could snake the other in between the both of you.

"Badly," You groaned as his fingers slipped past your waistband.

"You're so wet." He groaned before his lips pushed into yours again. His tongue found yours and pushed against it as he ran his middle finger against your slit gathering your slick.

Your hips tried to move against his hand but Mark shifted his hand back every time you moved.

"Stay still baby girl." He whispered against your mouth before repeating the motion, his fingers teasing you. Your body continued to squirm against his, your nerves heating with need as your walls clenched and unclenched needing Mark.

"Please." You breathed out again. Your toes curled, as your hands moved down his back and towards his sweats.

Mark pushed his tongue back into your mouth as you pushed his boxers and sweats down grabbing his hard cock.

You slowly swiped at the heated, swollen head matching Mark's pace. Mark moaned into your mouth a sound that went straight to your clit, making it throb harder.

Mark in a rushed movement pushed your hand away from him. In a second he had your sweats and underwear across the room and his mouth wrapped around your clit. He sucked on it roughly, your hips rolling against his face.

Loud moans vibrated out of your throat as you finally got him where you wanted him.

You bit your lip when he slipped two fingers into you easily. Stretching you with little resistance because of how wet you were.

Heat spread across your body, as the knot in your stomach tightened. You were already so wound up from the teasing that it didn't take long.

Mark curled his fingers hitting your g-spot easily. You moaned his name as your back arched off the bed, your hands curling into the pillow under your head as the heat consumed your body.

Mark didn't stop pushing his fingers in and out as he worked you through your orgasm.

You grabbed for his hand to get him to stop causing him to grab your wrists in his free hand holding your hand at your navel he continued to move his fingers.

You cried out from the overstimulation, his name coming out of your mouth over and over again.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out of you.

"I'm not done with you yet." He mumbled leaning over you again, his lips pressing into your hairline before he leaned further towards his nightstand to grab a condom.

The sounds of the rain was louder, lightning lit the dim room allowing you to see Mark clear for a few seconds as he pulled the condom on.

"Ready?" He asked, his eyes locking with yours as he lined up with your core.

"Yes." And he pushed into you, his pelvis meeting yours in a swift motion. He didn't wait for you to adjust to his cock, he pulled out halfway before pushing back into you.

A loud crack of thunder rang through the air, and suddenly the room was shrouded in darkness.

You could make out Mark's frame above you as he glanced at his blank alarm clock.

"Don't stop." You breathed, pulling him to you.

Your lips found his as his chest pressed to yours. His skin rubbed your nipples as he began to move again. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room, Mark filled every other sense. You could feel him everywhere, his scent filled your nose pushing you into a trance.

You gasped for breath as Mark returned his fingers to your clit rubbing, forcing the knot in your stomach to tighten before snapping again. Your orgasm was more blinding this time. Your fingernails pushed into the skin of Mark's back as you came around his cock.

"Shit," Mark cursed as he came as well, your walls continued to clench around him as he pressed his face into the side of yours.

Both of you stilled, breathing heavily.

A loud knock scared both of you.

"Hurry up, you loud motherfucker. The others are gonna be down soon. Our building lost power." Haechan yelled from the other side of the door.

You laughed breathily before pressing a kiss to Mark's shoulder.

"Guess we should get dressed."

Mark groaned before slowly pulling out of you.

"Nah, what am I even gonna do for a power outage. Let's stay here for a bit longer."

You were good with that.

You were good.

It was good.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. I apologize that it took so long, I wanted it to be good. I still don't think its the best but its a work in progress I'm just a little bit rusty because I haven’t written for a bit. However, I really do hope you liked it. Please let me know what you guys think. Feedback is appreciated and welcome. It allows me to get better as a writer, and I also just like to hear what you guys think of what I've written.

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youryanderedaddy · 4 years ago

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I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

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delirious-donna · 2 years ago

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Hey cutie 🖤

Just wanted to pop on here and say I hope you’re having a fabulous weekend so far. Don’t work yourself too hard!

Thought it may be fun to see who you ship your moots with when you have time, and also see who you ship me with? 😉

Love you,

🕷

Shipping time has arrived!! 😈

Now first, I ship all you absolute babes with me above all else. I'd treat you so good... I swear, just gimme the chance.

Second, I have a lot of moots and I've tried to include as many as possible. If I missed you (I'm sorry and it's just an oversight) and you want a ship please just ask, I don't mind!

Oh, and 🕷️ - I ship you exclusively with me... you are my beloved, although I have a high suspicion that I've shipped you below 😉

@tired-biscuit - Kiba. Okay, so it might seem like I'm only making this choice because you love him so very much but I do genuinely think you two would be cute together. You’d tell him bluntly when he was being an ass and he’d protect you so fiercely. No one talks bad to his girl, well... unless it's him and only in the bedroom. Yes, he can be harsh but he knows when you are feeling too soft and he won’t breach that trust.

@azurelyy - Shikamaru. You deserve someone that will stimulate your mind as well as your body. 😉 he thinks you're adorable and is easily pulled along by your bright personality when he would normally prefer to laze around. He will test your patience for sure, but it will be rewarded tenfold. A perfect couple. Oh, and if you call him Daddy, he WILL lose all self control. I dare you Az…

@at-heart-artwork - Yuta. He is so soft and gentle but powerful and determinedly protective of his loved ones. He would make you feel so fucking loved, never doubting his affection for you for even a moment. You would be his safe space, where he can relax and feel at ease. Head settled on your lap whilst you stroke his hair and watch whatever the hell you choose, he isn’t picky as long as you are happy.

@nightingaleflow - Gaara. I took so long deliberating over this choice. He is stoic and very driven, something that he would use to help you in any way he could. Affection doesn't come easy to him but your sweet nature makes it so natural for him to whisper those sweet words that fill his head without feeling embarrassed. You are his biggest supporter, never halting in your belief that he can do whatever he puts his mind to. Two cuties.

@leavesandflowers - Geto. A monkey you may be, but he’ll make an exception for only you. You are wickedly funny and very open, he likes that and he’d push you to the limits of what you'd be willing to experience. You find him dark and sexy, drawn to that bad boy side and most likely encouraging it, knowing you. Naughty girl..!

@honeylavendr - Draken. I spent a long time jumping between fandoms for you and although this is a new one, I think it's the right choice. Draken is very laid back despite his maniac friends. He is used to the demands of Mikey so you are a piece of cake in comparison and a hell of a lot sweeter. He’ll scoff at your humourous one-liners but secretly he thinks you're so funny and cute. He’ll wrap you in bruising bear hugs and chase you around when you're being silly. Feed him strawberries, Cher. The man is so hungry...

@mochikage - Yuuji. I’m sticking with this cause I think you two would so adorable. If you wanna add Megumi in for a little poly I’d fully support that. A lil trio of cuties that are able to support each other in the way they need it. Yuuji would be the most encouraging partner, so supportive and sweet. Megumi is the solace, the person to cling to when things get too much. You are the glue that keeps everyone together with your sweet affection and just overall cuteness.

@allyallygator - Naruto. So, I’m not so sure that I know your thoughts on best boy Uzumaki but when I think of you, I think you’d look cute with Lord Seventh. He would literally light up anytime you walked in a room and he finds it impossible not to be touching you in some way. You would bask in his sunshine aura, feeling so very wanted by your handsome man.

@sneetsnoot - Jiraiya. I almost wanna say obvs and leave it that cause this is so iconic but I’ll elaborate. Who else could deal with your sense of humour and just ‘you’ other than Jiraiya? He indulges you, and finds you so funny that his sides hurt but goddammit are you cute. He can read you his ideas for his latest book without fear of judgment and you'll even act them out with him. Classic duo.

@thoughtfullyrainynightmare - Fuegoleon. Whether you are self-inserting in Embers or not, I believe that you and Solara are the same person and who else but Fuegoleon could I ship either of you with? He feels so deeply but struggles to show it, you draw that side out of him and soften those slightly jagged edges. Fue helps you to be your best and supports all your dreams with fiery dedication.

@lyranova - William. I’m not fully sure why but he was the first person who came to mind when I thought about this. He is sweet and thoughtful, wanting to hear about your day and rubbing your shoulders late at night. You offer that quiet solace in which he can unwind and truly be himself. He doesn’t have to hide behind his mask with you, you accept him as he is and he appreciates that so much.

@virtue-and-beneviolence - Hanma. Who else? You guys are chaos in physical form and I am here for it. He incites those crazy thoughts in your mind, whispers in your ear and sits back to watch what happens. You are so fun to him and not in a “let’s see how far I can push her” way but more “wow, she is really intriguing.” Oh and Kisaki is definitely your bestie who likes to blast Hanma all the time.

#delirious answers #🕷️ anon #shipping my moots #I love you all!!

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