#like i know im annoying and overbearing when it comes to things like this...

[samson-the-whale]

So ... I made a self insert fore WIR ....ya

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Name: Scrapper/scrap

Gender: male (this mf bisexual)

Age: in his game like 20s to 30s if we go with his game age like 30s or 40s 

Game: Scrapper's scrape up

(its like punch out game mechanics game play wies)

Character interactions:

 Hc he gets pumped up easily and likes to push people in the shoulder lightly but really fast when he needs to let out that excitement (t can be like a charging up a special move in his game) and might accidentally leave a bruise 

When he does it to Ralph it tickles 

When he punches Felix he says ow but then hammers his arm and it heals

When he did it to Calhoun for the first time she hit him across the room because she thought he was picking fights and fucking K.Od him with that bitch slap

Then was kind of apologetic after Felix explained and yelled "oh shoot sorry" then Scrap still laying in the floor gives a thumbs up and a strained "I'm ok...it's ok"

 Also if he did the punching thing with Vanelopie she would just pixilate a bit and his punches would almost go through her shoulder kinda I think much like Ralph it would also just tickle 

Ralph:

Before the whole plot of the movie I like to think Ralph liked him but was kind of bitter "he has huge fists and smashes stuff why am "I" the villain?" XD

Ok ok 

So he and Ralph actually get along surprisingly well for you know one being the main character of his game and supposed "heroes" of the game  and the other is well the bad guy. They both like punching stuff and hav a give each other a high five or fist bump while walking by each other so like buddys

Felix:

Him and Felix are more like 

Felix: look at this cool thin-

Scrap: HOLLY CARP CHECK THAT OUT

Like literally one of the doodle sketches was Scrapper leapfrogging over felix to look at a new plugged in game 

So he kinda is an annoying brat towards felix but always makes it in good fun like he's messing around with him with never an intent to hurt his feelings (even when he goes too far and accidentally does)

Vanelopie:

So now we got Vanelopie

There's actually this running joke sorta where scrapper really likes bright colors becus how I imagine his game has a very limited color palette except him for aesthetically pleasing reasons

So he'd actually stay away from brightly colored areas out of comfort before becoming more enthralled in other colors hens his fixation with casualty visiting sugar rush when he's bored 

You may think oh then he must have met Vanellope while visiting 

Well actually no he bye dumb luck he never met her until after the events of the first movie 

So there knowing each other isn't really that strong yet 

But because of him and ralph eventually becoming friends he grew a liking to the spunky little girl calling her shortstack all the time (despite him being a similar height) and or squirt

In response Vanellope calls him oled man

Calhoun:

 Calhoun thinks he's like 12

He is not he's like 30-40 Like lectures him on his fighting form Thinks he's like inexperienced Finds him endearing if a little overbearing Finds his high energy useful in certain situations but exhausting at other times Is unsure...which fighting game he originates from Then bonding through duty or honor or avenging a loved one.

Sour bill (because I want more interactions and im hiperfixsaiting):

Scraper:Yoooooo a fellow rubber ball

Sour bill:what?

 Ima say this shit now they would drink tea together because yes Scrapper doesn't like coffee he drinks tea

Sonic (because I can):

Mf cameos in scrappers game in later levels for no reason just because funny

It's like the meme

Scrapper: sonic? What are you doing here?

Sonic in scrapper's game: waiting for them to play Gangdemstyle 

Ok so I forgot to put this in I was ryly hoped to post this but thanks to my friend @im-not-important fore spell correcting and helping come up with ideas(also did some of the Blu doodles in the Wight board drawings)

[purinjoong]

Hay I don't mean to bother. I really enjoy your writing and think you are amazing. I was wondering that if you are open to suggestions, if you could perhaps write something about Wooyoung in a pool. You really don't have to if you don't want to. Much love, Elsa <3

put you(r love) on a pedestal (j.wy)

summary: nothing could make a private pool date with wooyoung any better, you thought, but wooyoung prides himself on the creative method he came up with to prove you wrong <3

jung wooyoung x reader :: established relationship, smut, fluff, cocky!wooyo, cliche sunscreen scene, fem bodied reader (gender not specified)

warnings below the cut!

praise, teasing, dirty talk, marking, fingering, degradation, a sprinkle of dacryphilia, unprotected sex (!!!), oral sex (reader receiving), pool sex ...., manhandling, pet names (baby, sweetheart, love, woo, wooyo, brat) :: approx 3.6k words

notes: thank u so much for requesting !!!! i missed wooyo so much during his mini hiatus so i was very happy to see a req for him (even though i saw it so late im so sorry...) i hope you enjoy it <33

do not let woo's leanness fool you btw ... he is soo strong did you see him do all those pushups and that finger work out thing in what i think was the universe pirate reboot ..

"Woo, come on," you urge with a pinch to the exposed skin of his waist. He's clad only in his swimming trunks, back tattoo on full display as he works diligently on plating some sort of snack at the kitchen counter of the vacation home the two of you hid yourself away at for the weekend.

"Coming, baby," he says with a chuckle, eyes never leaving the plate. His loss, really— your swim clothes suit your physique so nicely, but it's hard to find fault with him when his tongue is endearingly peeking out the side of his lips in concentration, fingers deftly moving pieces of food around on the plate until he's satisfied (which he announces with a pleased, catlike smile).

You're already sitting at the edge of the pool when he looks up and out of the glass doors, your legs swishing around in the water as one of your hands shields you from the overbearing rays of the sun. He walks out to join you, setting the plate down on the little table between the two lounge chairs. You're met with a different kind of brightness when he smiles at you as he sits down next to you, one that you want to drink in until you're ready to burst.

"Have you put on sunscreen yet?" he asks with a playful nudge to your shoulder.

"Too lazy," you whine, squinting under the sunlight.

"Baby," he chastises, getting up to grab the bottle he set down by the snack plate he prepared.

"I'll be fine, Woo,"

"Not taking any chances," he rebukes with a childish shake of his head, settling into a squat behind you to rub the cold lotion into your skin. His practiced hands knead the thick liquid in until the feeling isn't uncomfortable, taking extra care to massage your tense muscles as he rubs the sunscreen in.

You can't help the soft moans that slip past your lips at his ministrations, biting at the plush skin bashfully at the wanton noises he draws out of you.

His breath tickles the sensitive junction between your neck and your shoulder, and he presses gentle kisses to the skin intermittently as he lathers you with sunscreen.

"Feels good, huh baby?" he says from behind you, and you don't need to turn around to know he's got that cocky grin on his face that tends to arouse you more than it annoys you.

You have to shake your head to free yourself of the daze that's settled over your thoughts from his ministrations to meekly admit that it does, in fact, feel good— no point in lying now, or Wooyoung will tease you much more than you can already tell he's currently planning to.

He hums, satisfied, and withdraws his healing hands from your skin. You barely manage to suppress the pathetic whine bubbling in your throat at the loss, blinking innocently at Wooyoung as he studies your reaction.

He grins at you like he can read your mind, as if you're a pretty puppet he's playing by the strings. You've learned that it's impossible to hide your desires from his all-knowing, sparkling eyes, but it's also impossible not to be deeply in love with every aspect of him, even the teasing ones.

Two can play at that game, though. You make a show of sliding into the water, fully submerging yourself and bobbing back up to the surface to sensually brush wet locks of hair away from your face. "You didn't even notice my new swimwear," you pout exaggeratedly, hiding a cocky smile of your own at the way he so unabashedly gawks at you.

"I noticed," he says coolly, after he's collected himself. He tilts his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at you, the lopsided grin on his lips telling you he's aware of your antics and he won't let you get too far with them.

"And what do you think?" you wheedle, slowly closing the distance between the two of you.

"I think," he starts, wrapping a hand around your waist under the water and tugging you closer, "that I like it very much,"

"That's it?" you sulk, tilting your face away from his in faux disappointment as he leans closer.

"I don't know if you'd be able to handle the unfiltered version, sweetheart," he says lowly. He's so close now that you can feel his breath fan lightly against the side of your neck, and the skin prickles into little goosebumps in anticipation for what's to come.

He's right, if the way you're already fighting the urge to press your thighs together is any indication, but you're not one to give up so easily. Wooyoung loves it.

"Try me," is your bratty response.

Wooyoung's dangerous expression splits into a toothy grin, and he cocks a brow at your boldness as if he wasn't expecting you to be so mouthy today. Something about the way the sunlight illuminates the smooth expanses of his skin, tanned and emitting a lively glow under the summer sky just draws it out of you.

His roaming hands from earlier helped, but there's something so intoxicating about having Wooyoung's presence all to yourself that never fails to get you worked up like this.

"It's like you're begging to get fucked, baby," he coos, sharp grin still on his face. "I think you get off to slutting yourself out for me. I think," he pauses, studying your expression, "you'd already be dripping for me if I pushed that skimpy swimsuit aside,"

He already knows he's won when you bashfully avert your gaze, placing a hand on his chest and feebly attempting to push him away when the close proximity paired with his dirty words becomes too much to bear. He leans closer instead, relishing in the easy knockdown of your defences and your weakness to his charm.

His thick fingers easily lodge themselves between your thighs despite how tightly you've been pressing them together for any sort of friction to relieve yourself, his fingertips probing at your folds on top of your swim bottoms.

"We're in a pool," you gasp, bringing the hand that's not already resting against his chest up to clasp at his shoulder to steady yourself at the pleasurable pressure he's applying to your core. "It's just water you're feeling,"

You let out an embarrassingly needy squeak when he slips his fingers past the fabric that's been occupying his thoughts from the moment he spotted you through the glass doors. His fingers effortlessly slide through your folds, assisted by the wetness he knew would be there— his perfect plaything, always so ready for him. Wooyoung doesn't know how he got so lucky with you, but he reminds you every chance he gets by worshipping your body as it deserves to be.

He forces himself to wrench his hand away from your core, bringing it above the surface of the water and making scissoring motions with two of his fingers, studying the way your wetness clings to them and ties them together with clear strings of sticky arousal.

"Wooyoung," you hiss, flustered. Your legs are too wobbly for you to focus your energy on hitting him reprovingly, too devastated at the loss of stimulation between your thighs to do much else than huff at him and hope he goes back to lavishing you with his attention.

"Doesn't look like water to me, baby," he teases, spreading his pointer and middle finger apart into a V shape to show off the strings of arousal clinging to them. Before you can retort, he laves his tongue in between them, making sure you get a nice view of his tongue before he brings the fingers together and sticks them in his mouth.

He moans around them, eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste of you— the slight flavor of chlorine from the pool doesn't hinder him in the slightest, not when you're positively dripping with his favorite treat, filled to the brim with that sweetness he's always craving whenever the two of you are apart.

"That's—" you stutter, unable to form the words as your mind goes blank at the sinful sight in front of you. Really, you should have known better than to challenge Wooyoung at this game when you know he always wins, but you've always been partial to fucking around and finding out.

"I need to have my mouth on you, now," he interrupts, popping his fingers out of his mouth and gripping at your waist.

"As enticing as that sounds," you breathe, stumbling into his chest as he pulls your body impossibly closer, "I'm not letting you lick up pool water, and I'll die if I have to wait to shower to get you to fuck me,"

Wooyoung groans at the words, his displeasure of being denied his favorite meal fading into the background the second you voice your desperation. When you're in a bratty mood, he usually has to coax the words out of you— "Beg," he'll say, "beg me to fuck you, and maybe I'll think about," and as much as he loves to watch you squirm under his gaze, he can't deny the dick-hardening appeal of you pleading for him to fuck you without him even having to ask.

"You're going to come on my fingers first," he says saccharinely as he lifts you by the waist so you're sitting precariously on the very edge of the pool, grasping at his shoulders for stability. "And then I'm going to have you coming on my cock until you can't anymore,"

His voice is so pretty and sugary sweet while his touches are anything but— his fingers grip tightly at your waist like he's trying to transfer the desire spilling out of him into you before he finally presses his fingers against your pussy once more. "How bad do you want it, baby?" he asks, never one to resist teasing you when the opportunity arises.

"You already know, Wooyoung," you whine. "You already know I want you, I need you, please, just give it to me,"

He hums noncommittally, but slides two fingers into you nonetheless. He delights in the breathy sigh you let out at the feeling, fingers curling within you and brushing tantalizingly against your walls as you clench around them.

"I don't know if I'm convinced, love," he muses, digging his fingers in deeper so they press sweet pressure around your g-spot, but never directly on. He grins at the way you squirm to get him to just finger you properly, the way you know he can, the cocky bastard.

"Need you to fuck me, Woo," you plead. "Been thinking about it since," you interrupt yourself with a stilted gasp, thighs twitching around his hand as he fucks you, "since I saw you all focused in the kitchen,"

Your words are barely understandable with the way you punctuate each one with a little moan, but Wooyoung's well-versed in the art of translating. He prides himself on the obvious effects he has on you, savoring the way your lips struggle to form sentences but sing a litany of pretty noises of pleasure just for him.

"Wanted you to fuck me over the counter," you whisper. "Or on it, just really— ah, really need you to fuck me, please, Woo, baby, I'll be good, I promise,"

"That why you decided to tease me when you got in the pool?" he says, and it's so nonchalant you want to whine in frustration. How can he be so calm and collected while his fingers rob you of your thoughts, your mobility, your sanity? "Thought you could seduce your innocent, hard-working boyfriend who only aimed to please, preparing his sweet baby a snack, into fucking you, hmm?"

"Well it looks to me like it worked," you huff, nails digging into the supple skin of his shoulder at particularly pleasurable thrust of his fingers. Hard-working, Wooyoung was unbelievably so, but innocent? Your current position, turned to putty by a single hand of his clearly begs to differ.

"Brat," he spits, but the smile has never left his face. He adores you like this— snarky, punching out your smart remarks through gritted teeth, kiss-bitten lips, and lecherous moans as you fight the urge to melt into him.

He'll always find it cute, unbearably so, how you try to mask your obvious desperation for him behind bratty little quips while pawing at his chest or his shoulder in the hopes of getting him to give you more, to give you all of him until there's nothing left.

"Just for that," he drawls, using his free hand to gently grip your chin with two fingers so that you're forced to meet his eyes, "you won't be getting my cock tonight,"

His grin sharpens sadistically at the way your face falls, eyebrows drawing together and lips folding into a pitiful pout. "You wouldn't," you breathe. You mean for it to sound confident, bold— how could he possibly not give in— but your words come out feebly, sounding more like a pleading whine than a dismissal.

"Oh, I would, baby," he chuckles, crooking his fingers inside you and relishing in the squeak you let out in response. "You know I'm more than entertained overstimulating you with my fingers and tongue,"

You're too far gone to give him a disgruntled reply, too lost in the sensation of his knuckles dragging deliciously against your walls. You don't even register his promise of overstimulation— you're too focused on the heights he's bringing you to with just two of his fingers, moving so expertly within you that you can't be bothered to think of anything else.

"My baby's a pervert, huh?" he laughs condescendingly, immediately melting your indignant expression away at the accusation by bringing the hand that was gripping your chin down to circle your clit. Your mouth falls open, soft, desperate pants spilling past your lips in abandon.

"Think 'm coming, Woo, please," you beg, shutting your eyes tightly at the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

"Yeah?" he mocks, purposely hitting just around your g-spot to frustrate you. "Just from this, baby? So easy for me,"

You shake your head vigorously, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you struggle to keep your thighs spread for him. You know he'll punish you with a sharp slap to the plush flesh and just push them back open if you don't— he's always been able to continue his assault on your pussy despite the pressure of your thighs encasing his wrist.

He groans in harmony with the jilted keen you let out as you squirt all over his hand, wrist and forearm dripping with your juices as you try to catch your breath. He doesn't let you, though— he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, fingers finally hitting your g-spot as he drops all the pretenses. He needs to see your face contort like that again, to feel your nails dig into his skin and your thighs tremble around him as you reach another high.

"Squirting already?" he laughs breathlessly, his onslaught on your pussy unhindered by your weak grip on his soaked forearm and pathetic swats to his sun-kissed chest.

"Don't flatter yourself," you gasp, trying to squirm away from the pleasure.

"Running from me, baby?" he pouts, abandoning your clit to push you into him, crowding you against his chest. "I'm hurt,"

"'s too much, Wooyo, can't take it,"

"I thought you wanted this, love," he says, voice coated in faux sympathy. He has to fight to keep the pout on his face when your walls flutter at his tone— he loves the effect he has on you, how your thighs clench when he acts mean.

He loves you from the bottom of his heart, and he loves that you trust him to tear you apart like this, melt you into a puddle of thoughts that sing nothing but Wooyoung's praises and fill you with mind-numbing satisfaction.

"You were begging me to fuck you earlier, remember?" he coos, bringing a hand up to brush the back of his fingers against your cheek. The sudden urge to bring you to blissful tears overtakes him as he does so— your bashful gaze is turned down to the sloshing pool water, and he wants to see the pretty tears spill from your lash line and glitter in the sunlight as they slide down your cheeks.

He'll unpack that later, though— for now, the remainders of your arousal from your first orgasm sliding down his forearm reminds him of the pleasure you denied him earlier. This time, paltry excuses of pool water won't prevent him from getting a taste of you.

Wooyoung hooks his forearms under your thighs, muscles flexing as he lifts you up until your legs are resting on his shoulders, calves brushing against his back while he buries his face into your cunt.

Wooyoung's name falls past your lips in a strangled whimper, your hands flailing before you steady yourself by gripping the soft strands of his hair. You love the way the length suits him, the classic black his hair was dyed when you fell in love, but you've never been more thankful for the strong locks of his hair until now.

"You can't!" you exclaim, albeit shakily from the vigor he's eating you out with, his perfect, pretty nose rubbing lewdly against your clit.

"Why not?" he mumbles through a mouthful of your pussy, hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he devours you.

"The chlorine—"

"Can't taste a thing but you, baby," he coos into your cunt, nudging insistently at your clit with his nose as if to prove his point. "Always so fucking sweet for me,"

"Wooyo, 'm gonna come again, please," you whimper, fingers curling into his hair as you can't seem to decide whether you want to pull him away from your core or push him closer.

"So obedient, love," he hums, chuckling when you moan at the way every syllable vibrates through your body. "So good, asking for my permission,"

"Please?" you repeat pitifully, nails scratching deliciously against his scalp.

"Give it to me, sweetheart," he says, and you immediately reward him with a plaintive whine and your orgasm spilling into his mouth. He laps it up greedily, sucking and licking at you as you wobble precariously on his shoulders from the overstimulation, shuddering little whimpers falling from your lips as he works you through it.

"So good for me," he repeats. "Love you so much, baby,"

He giggles when your dazed reply comes a few beats later, a sweet "Love you too, so much, Wooyo," that has his heart squeezing in his chest like your words tightly wrapped a rubber band across the muscle.

"Wanna take care of you, want your cock," you babble, squirming above him as he presses gentle kisses to your soaked and kiss-bitten thighs.

"You're going to have to give me a few minutes, love," he says sheepishly, carefully lifting you off of him and holding you close to his chest as you stumble to regain your footing in the pool.

"No way," you blink incredulously, slightly more lucid as you make sense of his sentence. "Did you really—?"

"Couldn't help myself," he whines, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. "You're so sexy, taste so good, sound so pretty for me.. It'd be impossible not to with someone as gorgeous and perfect and lovely as you squirting all over me,"

You whack his chest lightly for the last bit— uncalled for, even if it's true— and giggle into his neck. "We're going to have to drain the pool or something before we check out of here, Woo," you laugh. "I can't believe you did this,"

"We did this," he corrects. "And by this, you mean made sweet, sweet love, so I really don't see the problem!"

"You're insatiable,"

"You were begging me for my cock literally 5 seconds ago," he retorts, pinching your waist and tightening his grip around you when you try to squirm away.

"Well, I changed my mind," you tease, grinning at him.

He mirrors you with a dazzling smile of his own, bumping your foreheads against one another. "Unfortunately," he says, hauling you over his shoulder and ignoring your surprised squeal, "No take backs, baby. All's fair in love and war,"

"Is that what we are?" you ask, dangling from his shoulder as he walks you back into the rental home, uncaringly dripping water all over the floor. "At war?"

"Nooooo, baby, we're in love!" he whines, deliberately jostling you around in retaliation.

"Yeah, we are," you giggle breathlessly, giving in. "I'm so happy we were able to spend time like this, even if the circumstances that created the opportunity were less than ideal," you say when he sets you down on the edge of the large bathtub.

"Me too, love," he brushes his nose against yours, then presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. "And I'll be okay, you don't have to worry,"

"I know," you say quietly, drinking him in. From his wet, slicked-back hair to his pretty, tanned skin, the dot under his eye and on his lip that you love to spot in the barefaced photos he sends you after his schedules. His sparkling eyes as deep as the night sky that hold your whole world in them. "I just hate to think of you struggling on your own, dealing with things on your own,"

"But I'm not alone, my love," he reminds you, gently cupping your face with his palms. "I'm not alone, and I never will be," He kisses you, softly, lovingly, reassuringly— your sweet, kind, loving Wooyoung, so full of love and so willing to give it.

"You're my everything, Woo," you whisper.

"And you're mine," he smiles.

[yandere-yearnings]

IM BACKKKK *rubs hands together like a fly* and i'm standing on business bc dayum dar that chap was DELICIOUS i ate it up so, so hard.

the reason why i like this chapter more is bc i feel like sun is finally showing more yandere-y signs, like the vanilla scent described in the scene which feels comforting and soothing but soon turns beautifully suffocating? like when fruit slowly begins to show signs of rot?

Sun knew people’s backs better than he did their faces. You couldn’t hurt him anymore.

THIS!!! i love how you added a backstory as to why he's so clingy (the knowing people's backs thing was very smart of you 👏). I like how reader sort of will blame themselves if they ever attempt to leave bc they're the one who willingly walked into this, knowing sun has abandoment issues due to ppl leaving his life.

i think the type of yandere who acts all nice to you is the worst, like a tiger hiding its claws. and once you're in too deep, you finally see them for who they really are, and can't really do anything about it bc it is what it is???

Would that be enough to undo the weight of it?

here, it's as if reader is shunning themselves for even thinking of how sun is somehow 'different', bc in a way, they feel like they sort of owe him for how nice he's been. it's like when you're still trying to hold onto a friendship, where the person is no longer the same, but you're still clinging to said person bc of the memories of them bein nice.

except here, sun is more romantic, just to much, like so overly sweet it has your stomach upset. yet, you keep coming back for more and more.

i also love the sense of horror in the fic, like something is wrong from th first word. bc anyone would just be like "oh, reader is just in bed" but here you can FEEL that something's wrong and that means so much to me when i'm reading smth.

face entirely unreadable even though you’re acutely aware of the fact that he’s filtering through your call log. In this variable darkness, you can make out the clench of his fist by his side.

we now know that sun, dear readers, is no longer the shy writer we met in the first chap. no, this man is more overbearing, like the way it is phrased shows that this has now become a normal occurence in their relationship.

reader, when they jest and flirt now, is talking from a sense of confusion and dread they can't pinpoint, bc their heart feels tired and overwhelmed, just like here: Your laugh came slightly cut from a bitterness you couldn’t pin the source of, and your digits tangled in his hair, tugged him back a bit. “Sun,” you said, “you don’t like it when I talk to anyone.” in contrast to the other chaps, there isn't that joyful feeling you get when you annoy the hell out of someon you genuinely love, no playful teasing. it just feels wrong, once again.

bc it's not that sun doesn't love them. the opposite is the problem. sun, as genie put it, has love that's just like honey. and here, we're finally seeing the real yandere side of him and how it affects reader.

“No.” His smile drops, and then he turns away from you to shuffle through his side drawer; takes out a pen and a small notebook. “Still, you wouldn’t want otherwise,” he scribbles something down and you’re unable to catch it before the cover closes, “believe me.”

ARGHHH, the way this is put is so intelligent it took years for my dumb brain to register what it meant, and when i did, i kid you not gasped.

the way he implies that he'd rather reader approach the thing with a kinky perspective to keep them in blissful ignorance than know that he'd really just do it bc he wants no one else to talk to them, no one else to love them, no one else to even look at them. Because sun is tired of people leavng, and he'll be damned if reader does.

You absolutely nailed this dar 🗣🗣 so proud of what you did here, the whole chapter was amazing and it's my favourite so far, bc the buildup from the previous ones that got us here was CHEF'S KISS

(Side note: ughhh i read dice and lemme tell u the way he's written is so hot like no i did not just salivate bc of words on the screen hahah what kind of weirdo does that??? Lolll never me)

love u, and take care of yourself dar <3

doe,, doe the amount of times i've come back to read this in the course of the past 48 hours is insane, and it still hasn't failed to put the stupidest smile on my face each and every time, thank you so much😭🩷 (the only fly you could be is a firefly btw, ode to the way you brighten my days <3)

i enjoyed writing that chapter the most myself!! introducing sun's more yandere side has been a slow going bc of how he is as a character so being able to finally get the ball rolling so to say was pretty fun, and then you picked apart everything so well and your descriptions of reader just,,, i could not have put it into better words myself fr (thank you for liking the backs line too👉👈)

nice yanderes are always such an interesting dynamic bc you are absolutely right abt not being able to do anything by the time you discover their true nature, bc at that point you'd have been in too deep in all the senses. and i think that the analogy of trying to hold onto a friendship that you gave encompasses it so well actually, because you are stuck on the person that you knew, and even if you know things are no longer the same somewhere you'd want to be a little blissfully ignorant to that, if only to protect yourself. ig that's also why whatever sun's tactics are work, and why it leaves such an unpleasant feeling, bc deep down reader knows there's smth rotting in the woodworks

also what you said abt being able to feel smth is wrong from the first few words,,,, doe you got me twirling my feet and kicking my hair over here😩💕 and then your entire analysis that followed holy shit it had me floored bc you picked up everything i put down, even referenced sweet little thing called love and nailed sun's mindset. listen, i've gotta set some ground rules bc there is definitely no calling doe brain dumb in this household, you're literally a genius and i love you for it🫵 i'm so glad you liked this chapter🥺

(thank you for liking dice as well hhh, trust when i finish my assignments i'll write up the next sun and dice chapters and they will be specifically for you❗️❗️) love you even more doe, take care of yourself as well🥰

[pumpkinsy0]

more bpd ponyboy hcs? 🫶

OoOoOo bpd pony wassupp ALSO, btw to make it clear, this is pony when hes older like maybe 20ish

•i think pony would def come off as being clingy, and he hates it SO much, he doesn’t want to seem overbearing, but it just happens, and he tries to stop it so its this odd cycle of “tell me what ur doing, wait no dont tell me everything” and its confusing

•slipping in papercut, whoops, but when it comes to this, sometimes it annoys curly bc he doesnt like to b questioned, and while he knows “something is up” w pony, hes still defensive of himself, and he gets upset w pony, and pony ends up thinking hes just ruined their relationship and ends up not talking to him for a bit

•he already has this feeling of “maybe im the problem” and so when ppl tease him, he rlly takes it to heart, and it seems out of proportion for others, but to him its like hes defending himself, hes pretty much in edge a lot and pays attention to the comments ppl make of him

•ALSO, bc of his own unstable self image, sometimes the compliments inflate his ego, but other times hes thinking “what a liar”

•in this case scenario, i could see pony relying more on pills to try and cope with how he feels, it helps him sleep better, and as a result “helps him” calm down

•maybe???he gets into drinking too??? not a lot but def more frequently, he still doesnt LIKE it, but sometimes he gets overwhelmed and decides to release that in other ways

•theres times where bc of his outburst, pony feels like hes a kid, ESPECIALLY bc ppl feel like they have to tip toe around him and they baby him and bc he cant properly explain how he feels, he just HATES it

•he disassociates, no longer than a few days, but he does

•he can make very rash decisions and hop from one thing to the next, for example, darry could ask pony where hes working and chances r pony will have a different job than before

•i feel like w his bpd he would also have ptsd maybe seasonal depression, as a result of what happened

•when its around the year of what happened i could see his mood swings being worse, tbh

[girlboypersonthingy]

ik you did a red/green flags post for the paladins + matt, but may i please receive princess allura red/green flags 🛐

(im gonna pretend i didnt have to copy n paste this bc i sent it to the wrong writer 😔)

OOF!!! I’m so sorry I forgot the princess herself. How dare I. Also, I know exactly who you sent this too I’m DYING 😂 sorry this took forever to get to!

Go check out the red flags and green flags for the rest of the paladins + Matt here! ENJOY!

Red flags 🚩

She is definitely bossy and very much a leader. She can come off as overbearing and often micromanages others. She’s not trying to be rude or annoying, she’s not trying to make you feel dumb, she’s just always ready to explain her side, her point of view. She just wants to help anyway she can so she’ll talk over you as ideas pop into her head. And she is never afraid to step up and be in charge if need be.

She has no filter…she’s a totally different species, from a different planet so she’s not accustom to human language and social cues/boundaries. You might be easily offended by something she says but she will genuinely be unaware she hurt you. If you bring it up to her, she will always listen to you, try to understand and apologize. But…she will probably do it again…on accident. You’ll have to keep telling her until she gets the hang of it.

Sometimes she’s too nice. Like…it comes off as maybe a little fake to some ppl

Green Flags ✅

Very considerate and a very good sport. She’s always willing to admit when she’s wrong, praise others for doing something better than her and give proper credit for good ideas. Also wants to make sure everyone is always included and feels supported.

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? S-sorry.

But fr she’s so ethereal and beautiful. It’s like a constant glow is surrounding her. Her kind heart and gorgeous hair and pretty voice all combine for the ultimate green flag!

She’s a big softy. The closer you are with her, the softer she gets for you. She’s soft as in she will let you get away with things easily, she will give you what you want if you just ask real nice. She can only stay mad at you for like maybe an hour (and that’s if you get into a big fight or something) and then she’s coming to find you bc yall need to make up NOW. Big ol’ softy 💖

[judeswhore]

im the anon who sent in the thing about jude meeting old friends (and his ex) at the club -

while jude n his ex were talking, what if she asks to hang out sometime soon and jude is pretty hesitant at first but she keeps reassuring him that it’s just as friends and that she just wants to catch up. and jude being an idiot he’s so oblivious to how u would feel and thinks he’s doing no harm so believes his ex and agrees but he’s kinda scared to tell u. especially when he sees after that u don’t seem urself and u look kinda down.

and later he eventually tells u and asks if it’s okay for him to go and ur just annoyed bc first he was being superrr friendly maybe even flirty with his ex and now he’s just gonna go see her again. and u tell him that u don’t trust her but he’s all like “but it’s JUST as friends. promise baby. nothings gonna happen she just wants to catch up” and ur just not having it with him bc it seems like he wants to go atp so ur just pissed and ur like “fine jude. whatever, go then” and it’s all a bit of angst

getting into a little fight abt it bc it’s obvious that she’s into him and wants him back and maybe you’d spoken to a few of jude’s other old friends and they’d confirmed ur thoughts like telling u she still talks abt him a lot and she’d only come tonight w the intention of trying to get back w jude somehow. but he just seems to be under the impression that it’s all fine bc he doesn’t have feelings but that doesn’t mean ur not hurt bc u know she’s gna try something. saying something like “u wldnt like it if i went out for dinner w my ex” and immediately jude’s pulling a face and is all “ofc i wldnt but that’s different. we’re friends. we have the same friends” and he’s just not seeing how the situation is upsetting to u. but u also don’t wna seem like an overbearing girlfriend who tells him what he can and can’t do so ur just like “whatever do what u want but she doesn’t want to just be ur friend and ur an idiot if u can’t see that”. and maybe things between u are a bit tense the next few days bc ur hurt that he cant see what his ex is doing

[shoppinghauer]

so... You're married and there's psychosexual guy?

I'm feeling chatty so buckle up, friendos because I'm gonna learn you a thing....

Psychosexual-kun and I met a long time ago. It was blogspot time so do the math... I guess 14 years ago? Anyway, I was a 17 year old high school student who used to run a literature blogspot. My writing. No fanfic, no "imagine" prompts, plain old poetry and short stories. I was (am) quite talented at it, to the point is kinda what I do for a living so there's that.

I was a big fish in a small tank. Boys my age seemed stupid and I had (have) an overbearing mother so the first thing on my mind was getting out of my house. Where to? I didnt even know but I had that feeling for years...

Coming back to the blog. I used to follow a lovecraft webcomic, leaving comments and participating in its fandom. That where I met psychosexual-kun. He started following me and interacting with my blog, which wasnt particuarly famous but it had consistent followers, sorta like this one.

I loved his writing. I was an overprotected 17 year old from the big city, so his posts were like a window to a bigger world I had only read in books. He was studying to be an engineer (which didnt happen lol colleges in northern Mexico are very expensive not like here in mexico city where is free) and working to support himself. He worked at a recycling plant and read A LOT from the books he found there. He constantly went to work to the USA as a menial worker so he traveled (still does) a lot. Personality wise, he was quick witted, sharp and intelligent. It also helped that he was physically attractive. Shojo manga ass characteristics: black hair, yellow/green eyes, pale complexion.

As you can see, he is older than me, 8 years to be exact. So he was a 25 year old guy and I was 17. That didnt stop him. Years later he admitted feeling bad about it but he's adamant on the fact that I was the one pursuing him. Which I did. So we started an online relationship that consisted on chatting on MSN (the good ol' days), sending letters and crappy videocalls.

What did my mom think about this? She was mildly annoyed because he didnt have a stable job. She is a firm believer of age gap relationships where the man is older so that was fine by her.

Fast forward some months and he saved some money to come to see me. We met but to my surprise he wasnt the man I thought he was. Yes he had those shojo manga features but he was also scrawny and short. Disappointed I rejected his proposal to be his girlfriend and he forcibly kissed me on the subway home.

For years that became ancient history. He and I didnt talk nor call each other until one day, I was already 22 and he was 30, I went to a library to buy something and there he was, a book clerk. We chatted and long story short, we ended up making out in my car.

This time he was the one who ditched me because he had a girlfriend. Who used to stalk my blog so when I wrote a piece on how I imagined he lived, she thought I visited his apartment because of how well I described it. Kudos to my imagination i guess.

Some years pass, I fruitlessly try to contact him to no avail. I dont know where he lives, I dont have his phone number nor a working email address. Nothing. And he becomes an obsession for me. I write about him, insert him in all of my stories, he becomes a myth, a projection.

2020. Lockdown. He emails me. Wants to talk. Mind you he had just broken up with his gf, the one he ditched me for. We get in contact. We talk, we argue. He works at the alaskan salmon boat, at the canadian forest as a lumberjack, he comes and goes however he pleases. I project in him the things Id do if i was in his situation. Very Sylvia Plath on my part.

He's now 40 years old and Im 32. And that's it.

My husband knows about it. He's puzzled and he hates him. He considers him a predator and a dangerous person. Did I mention psychosexual guy confessed to have killed a man in a knife fight?

After my husband and I watched Baby Reindeer I told him this very story and he was angry at him and at my mom for enabling the guy.

[oars]

hiii I want to know more about appindex 👉👈

what is his relationship like with the other party members?

How easily does she trust other people?

If they are stressed or upset is there a thing/place/action that is comforting to him?

also anything else you want to share?

(I LOVE her design by the way, their appearance immediately caught my attention. Love your use of color too)

sorry this took me so long i swear when i saw this ask i started squealinf abd looking like this

gonna put it under a read more since um im gonna assume this will get really long lol

disclaimer im gonna straight spill my thoughts sorry if things stop making sense

i made a small comic just for the first question but tumblr doesnt like it for some reason and it prevents it from showing up unless you go directly to my blog :<

anyways i think overall appindex is like a mother of at least 6. companions come to them in the middle of the night like "i frew up :(" that typa thing

since family/clan n loyalty is very important to dragonborn and appindex just lost theirs before being abducted they are very quick to attach to these losers

i think while appin is not under the control of any god, lord, devil, etc they've created a personal hell of his own bc he tries to bear all responsibilities and burdens of those around him bc he's scared of failing and losing too much again. or all he has left really. that can make them kind of overbearing and it would be annoying if like the main companions didn't have issues and lowkey liked the attention.

what does get annoying is that it comes off as appindex not trusting their companions to do any heavy lifting but that improves in like act 2-3 especially since that's around the part the tav is expected to save baldurs gate. and the world like that's way too much weight for appin to carry on their own without breaking so atp they don't really have a choice but to let their companions share some of that albeit verrrry reluctantly

slightly more specific relations ---

shadowheart: shart is the first appin gets close to even if shes older i like to think she's like a little sister to appindex anyways <3 i should just show screenshots of the epilogue conversation bc it feels so fitting. probably one of the only companions to recognize appin's exhaustion and nag her

karlach: close in a years long tumblr mutual type intimacy way. "i'd let my mutuals come inside idc" type relationship. they occasionally sleep and cuddle naked. as good friends do. it's nice having someone they could rely on for literal heavy lifting and hitting bc in appin's eyes the rest of his companions are made of sticks and paper, save for lae'zel. girls who rip off heads with their bare hands and paint their nails in the blood :3

astarion: i do not know how to explain their relationship early on bc it fluctuates in my head. obviously irritated by how appin stops to help anyone and everyone especially since most of those people in act 1 are parents and children. appindex definitely laughs at his lame ass "seduction" bc it's pretty see through; it becomes less about seducing and just aiming making them laugh. appin probably said "im proud of you" at some point and it got to his head now he's vying for their attention and validation (get in line). my white hollow boned elf i'd probably give my organs to if he asked - appin

i think appindex is the more mature one, mentally and emotionally, especially since dragonborn develop and mature much earlier than elves do and i feel like dying young and being under cazador's control stunted astarions own maturity a bit. the result is appindex treating him like a child sometimes; not trusting him to do a number of things, scolding him,"dont treating me like a child" "dont act like one" etc etc. i think at some point he just does it and wears on appindex's extensive patience on purpose because he's a little freak like that :/. appin does not think its cute

ok no more of them next question

i think appindex is pretty trusting in a way. if they feel like they have no reason to feel threatened by someone they'll have their trust but that doesn't mean it can't be lost ofc. which is why they trust laezel and astarion so easily. why would they be scared of a tiny white elf who can't even get them to knife point (he failed that).

he does struggle to trust others to do things for them though, if he were ever to be out of commission or on the verge of it it would be like pulling teeth to try and get him to let someone else lead temporarily.

appin holds onto a piece of kednyr's old blanket bc it still smells like her :thumbs_up: karlach gives her a teddy bear with that piece attached to it as a gift. astarion may have helped but he will not confirm

extra notes ermm appin lived in the upper city, not a patriar or a servant, they just co-run an expensive smithy there.

as a passionate blacksmith (and someone who wants to become an artificer) appin is really intrigued by karlach's engine and wishes they could collaborate with dammon on how to fix it or make her a new one entirely

to add onto that he's extremely fascinated by the grymforge in the underdark its like a theme park to him. it is their nerdiest point in the storyline

they can stay underwater for a good period of time; an hour is their highest time

andd she has a prosthetic leg around age 40-45 sorry this got so long . this things in my head 24/7 rn i tried to omit some things to make it shorter but oh well

[kurokmask]

now that we are on Link topic. do you have any other hcs that you've not included in the fanfic? like extra info and stuff?

sorry for the late answer, college blah blah blah

there's lots that haven't made it in explicitly, but they're all still swimming in my head when im writing him. this is gonna be disorganized, sorry!

Link likes being told what to do. secretly he likes having other ppl’s expectations on him bc it gives him security, so he doesn't have to think about who he is

not Link, but every version of OoT Zelda I write is transmasc, whether thats something Zelda is truly aware of or not.

again not Link but Cremia was supposed to have a hot Gerudo pirate gf 💔 sorry girl

I kind of regret not doing more with the Ocarina of Time, and time travel in general. Like, towards the end, Link would definitely try to use it, right? I think I'm going to do a major overhaul of the Termina arc soon.

Link can cannot write more than his name.

Link was originally going to be very open about his past adventures. But i decided bottling everything up and feeling ashamed about it and letting it fester like a rotting wound would be sadder :)

sexuality was going to be a concept i explored in the fic. ultimately i wanted to keep it a T rating so i didn't do this, but. it was definitely a thing! cut things include lotsssss of Sheik baggage, boyish feelings about Kafei, weird fierce deity sex dreams and um. remember Javert?

Javert and Link wereeee... supposed to fuck! I even wrote a before and after scene LOLLL. Javert was going to play a more important role in general, being a semi-reoccurring character. He was planned to be Link's kind of """only friend""" in Castletown. Link was drawn to him because of how much older and experienced he was, and Javert took pity on Link, both in a sort of genuine but also kind of overbearing way. ultimately Link got annoyed by him pretty quickly and once he started to get to know Malon he basically ghosted him. another example of how Link struggles to balance relationships, especially those who really care for him. obviously i. didn't go further with this. but it was planned for about a year before I scrapped it. But i hope you reread their scene together to pick up on some vibes.....

since im already being disgusting um. bottom. praise kink. but he never really finds this out. how sad.

when i was first conceptualizing his character, i was actually going to write link as bipolar. I ended up writing him more adhd/autism as thats closer to my own personal experience. but its still in the back of my mind, and it definitely manifests more as he gets older. but this man has so much going on please project anything you want on him and its real he has it

OoT Link is the only Link i hc as cis bc only a cis man would fumble the bag THIS bad. put those tights on boy

i have a weird hyper-specific modern au where he's living in 1998 germany with his little brother (whos just young link). they play ddr together, he goes to acid techno raves, and dresses like this

again, in a modern au, Link would be a total audiophile. his favorite musicians would be Kate Bush, Fiona Apple, Talking Heads, the Prodigy, Devo, the Mountain Goats, Modest Mouse, Nirvana, Radiohead, Nine Inch Nails, Bjork, the Magnetic Fields-- ok ill stop

if he was an Animal Crossing villager he'd be a gold wolf with the Jock personality

that's all i can think of right now, I'm sure more will come to me and I'll write them here. thanks for the ask, thanks so much for the interest!!!!!

[cruesuffix]

hi, sorry to bother, this is stevesixxstan btw, stupid tumblr won’t let me submit asks through that acc :) buuutttt idk if you do headcanons, but a thought occurred to me, either how would motley be at doctor’s visits or how would motley be taking YOU to doctor’s visits. i will ask around bc i suck at coming up w hc’s personally. anywho take care and have a great day if you haven’t already!

hi!! don’t worry about being a bother, I love getting asks (I hardly get them anyways) I love doing headcanons but i don’t really post a lot of them (not so confident in my writing tbh) BUT, that being said I love both of this ideas and if you don’t mind, I’d like to do both of them!

ok, so motley at a doctors visit would probably go something like this:

with mick, you’d actually have to drag him there. he HATES going to the doctors and would try to excuse any sort of symptoms he’d have. he could be suffering the worlds deadliest cold or something and he’d be like “nah im fine, i’ll just take some cough syrup or something!” like it would get to the point where you’d have to trick him into going that’s how stubborn he is (“oh hey wanna come to the store with me don’t say no pls.”). i wouldn’t say he’d have an irrational fear of doctors but more so a irrational distrust of them.

vince would go to the doctors at the drop of a hat. it could be raining in oklahoma and he’d claim it’s affecting him and that he desperately needs to get checked out. he’s so dramatic he could bump his elbow on a doorframe and insist it’s broken and that he needs to be taken to the emergency room asap. would exaggerate his symptoms to really drive the point home. doctors would make signs warning other doctors about him. he’d try to gaslight the doctors as if they don’t have a degree.

nikki would also be dramatic but in a way where almost everything is a sign he’s dying. has webmd bookmarked, constantly googling “why does my stomach hurt?” (or, if you want to be time period accurate: always in the library trying to look through medical dictionaries) doctors constantly have to reassure him nothings wrong with him. (he’d come in thinking he had lung cancer and come back out with an asthma diagnosis and an inhaler)

now surprisingly, tommy isn’t as neurotic as his bandmates are when it comes to a doctors visit. he usually just goes if has concerns or for a check up. I don’t think he takes anything seriously. He’s the type to joke around even during checkups. you know he’s asking the doctor if they can record his heartbeat so he can use it in a song.

Now if the crue had to take you to the doctors…it’d probably go something like this:

while mick is very stubborn about his own health, the one thing he doesn’t play about is you. if you had so much as said you were feeling a bit lightheaded, he’d have 911 on speed dial. likes to be stubborn about his health but HATES when you are. like he is dragging you to the car and driving you to a doctor himself. loves to act nonchalant but when it comes to you he drops everything. (also I can see him coming with you and holding your hand during the appointment…even after you told him you were fine going in alone).

vince would fight a doctor for you. if they try to beat around the bush or tell you you’re fine when you’re not vince would demand more testing or whatever it is to figure out what’s wrong with you. can be seen as overbearing, but what can I say, he is dramatic. he’d leave the office complaining about how much he hates doctors and that this is “an injustice!” while it can be seen as annoying, it just shows how much he cares about you.

nikki would probably make things worse. you know why you made the appointment and what you think is wrong, but here comes mr.dictionary coming up with at least fifty other diagnoses and problems you don’t even have. I think the doctor would have to throw him out the room at some point. I think it would also get to the point where you stop letting him come with you because he starts to make you panic as well…he’d be a mess, let’s just say that.

tommy would also panic a bit. unless it’s a routine checkup, he’d worry a bit. (I can see him nearly speeding to get you there in time too now that I think about it) you can’t let him in the room anymore after he nearly squeezed your hand off because he heard the word “flu.” instead he just takes to pacing around the waiting room hoping you’re alright. would make the people in the waiting room annoyed by his incessant pacing. once he’s heard good news he calms down, but it makes you want to leave him at home or in the car the next time you go.

I really hope this is ok for you…had a little yap session if im being honest! thanks for the ask!!

[gojoest]

HI BELOVED AI!!!!! hru doin??!!

I RAN as soon as i saw the leaks n i really REALLY hope it’s gojo comeback 2.0 😣😣😣😣😣 I would take back every bad thing i’ve ever said about jjk or gege😣😣 bonus points if satoru’s shirtless 😔☝️

also omg, I had an unhinged gojo thot 😞 n idk how u feel about it so i apologise in advance if ur not into this or if it makes u uncomfy but something tells me that he would LOVE LOVEEEE it when ur mean to him. like, u call him names n he looks at u like u put up stars in the sky.

okay it’s like when u bring up breaking up with him (im thinking uni!bf gojo) or taking a break coz ur too stressed n overwhelmed,,,,ur annoyed at the situation, u hate to break satorus heart but u decide to put yourself first yk? :///

he really would try to change ur mind, convince u that he could do better……it leads to some argument, ur calling him childish n pathetic n overbearing n he finds himself getting hard :(

he just cant help but kiss u :(( he just loves u sm :( u donno what comes over u but u kiss him back harder, slam him into the wall, he carries u to bed n he asks u to take out all ur frustrations out on him. straddling him while both of ur clothes are off n are thrown god knows where. it’s all teeth n tongue…u hesitate but as ur riding him, a reluctant slap to his cheek has his pupils wide n this bitch literally MOANS like do u really have no self respect omg?????

he just asks u to do it again, asks u to pull his hair, scratch him, bite him….just anything to help u :( he lets u sit on his face n pull his hair HARDDDD. hes a total goner n the next morning u wake up to some nice breakfast n a gentle kiss to ur cheek :)))) maybe, u can work things out n especially after last night??? yeah satoru intends on never letting u go.

zuro anon

zuro anon hii, i have missed you :( im good, getting my roots touched rn :3 how have you been!!! i rly hope he is back but im trying to keep my expectations low for the sake of my sanity :,)

also i’m super sorry for the late reply i basically hoarded this ask for a few days all bc i lost my mind over it 😭😭😭😭 good god….when you’re rough with him it gets him sooo going, be a little mean with him and he cums…..HEAVY BREATHING

[goremet-chef]

trying to keep my emotions in check is so fucking hard man. like the pain i feel is so intense and real, but i also know i feel it for nothing. AND YET when i acknowledge this, the pain persists anyways!! never reassured properly cuz i can never see to kill the little voice in my head whispering "what if they do though? what if its true?" its so. frustrating its so PAINFUL this shit is slowly killing me man

its like. im scared to be caught in it if it IS true, to the point where ill just. back up and straight up leave sometimes

even when nothing bad has happened, and everyone is normal, even the smallest thing will tip me off and ill start feeling bad. ill start feeling like something happened and everyones upset with me, they like me less, theyre bored of me, annoyed, disgusted, ETC

its so scary man. and the worst part? i will never ever bring it up. ill never talk it through, never make my feelings known because i cant BEAR to make everything about me!!!!!! even if sharing how i feel isnt inherently selfish, ill feel like it is. itll tear me apart. there is no fucking escape!!! if i never say anything, then im leaving mid conversation to go cry in my bathroom and coming back like nothing is bothering me. if i do say something, ill sour the mood. everyone else is always having a good time, how could i just.. RUIN that? because i misinterpreted something and decided suddenly that no one actually likes me and im just.

im stuck in this loop where like. i want to be a good friend, a FUN friend. i dont want people to watch what they say around me, i dont want them to check up on how im doing, i should just be doing GOOD. but im not, i never am. its such bullshit man

why do i have to live so fucking miserably? why do i have to feel this pain, why do i always tear up over seemingly nothing? why is everything so heavy all the time

i hate that im someone who needs some kind of accommodation, i wish so desperately that i was just.. normal. normal enough to not cry like a fucking baby while everyone else is having a good time. i wish i wasnt like this, wish it so fucking badly

i dont make friends with shitty people, all my friends are so cool and sweet but like.. i just cant bring myself to bring it up, ever. i wanna be silly goofy dominic. i want them to love being around me so much that they forget about the unbelievably massive pile of mental issues i have. i want them to forget how easy it is to hurt me, even if its completely unreasonably and stupid

most of the time im successful, cuz ive got a quieter bpd going on. all the feelings are just as intense and suffocating, but i just. keep it all bottled inside, keep it all in the safety of my room. theres no like.

this is the closest ill ever get to sharing. spitting it out into a void because im too cowardly to confront my OWN emotions

i think thats what hurts the worst. i feel so fucking SELFISH. i know everyone has emotions, and id respect and love everybody elses, but mine? nothing makes me feel worse than when people actually care about me. it makes bottling everything up so hard. so hard when they ask if im okay and i have to lie to their face cuz im still not strong enough to confess whats slowly eating my alive

im just too scared of being too much. its like this line that i cant cross. i dont want to be overbearing, i dont want to be so outwardly emotional, i dont want to be VISIBLY MISERABLE to the people who love me, or at least like me enough to stick around.

but im so unsocialized that this is damn near the only way. i wanna be the fun silly goofy friend but the fact of the matter is that im just not. watching me try to participate in any conversation is just.. painful. and i can SEE how painful it is. its embarrassing how bad i am at talking. it only makes things worse, pulls me back from my dream of being someone that people ENJOY speaking to. its sad

even if im not as boring and awkward as i think i am, the fact that i think it alone holds me back. theres been so many times where i just.. bite my tongue and stay quiet even if i have an opportunity to tell a joke or something cuz the voice in the back of my head tells me "what if they dont get it? what if they dont think its funny? what if they only pretend to laugh? how embarrassing would that be?" and its right. i have to like.. silence myself so that i wont ever face any kind of rejection, because if i do itll kill me and ill feel so fucking miserable over it

i wish i didnt live my life this way, but in my head there are very few options, and all of them are bad

[runethoughts]

i think youre so cool i think youre the only person who makes everything feel like home to me. it's a little annoying sometimes bc i get self-conscious about being overbearing (NOT your fault and if you disagree i sentence you to death by tummyache), but i'm still like aaaaaa. im a poet i wanna sing yr praises a little. all the time i spend in this house just makes me long for the home we might have some day. just being in a room with you makes me feel more at ease. sometimes i need to be alone or sometimes you need to be alone and that's literally chill. but i guess i'm scared of losing you too, like i've always been. idk i lost the thread that was there and couldn't get it back. i love you. you're like an island in cold dark waves. you're like the first person who can speak my language. i automatically assume something about me is also true about you. you could literally come to me with anything and i'd be there with you. you could hurt someone really deeply and i'd help you find out how to make things better. it feels so so good to trust you. like i've said, that includes knowing how you can hurt me. but like i TRUST you. if you tell me something is true i might not believe it but i won't forget it and if i find out i'm wrong, i'll accept your truth before someone else's. being around you makes me remember that people like us are allowed to exist. i like seeing you struggle and have problems and be a dick sometimes. i like sometimes being mad at you for autism or psycho non-reasons and knowing that i CAN be mad at you and i CAN find myself not wanting to hang out with you and that it doesn't impact our overall relationship whatsoever. i like knowing we're pretty much psychotically linked and i'm still not just following your lead. you are the most of an equal i have ever had and this means a tremendous amount to me. i like being around you for no other purpose. i love, trust, and respect you. i wish i could write you fancy letters with bunches of scribbles and a poem inside. probably about dying or the countryside being nice or my dad dying. something that i've made that isn't about you. i can't put it into words that feel right, but that means something to me. maybe i want you to be able to tell when i'm lying or being truthful? but that crosses over into the pulling-my-fangs territory with my fear of being manipulative. i don't know. i wanted to write this in an explicitly soul-baringly poetically unfettered way, but i also wanted to keep it totally honest, which good poems typically aren't! i get the feeling this will make a great one once i've added in the lies, though. i love you so much and i can't wait to cook dinner and do work together and yell at people on the tv and sit on opposite ends of the couch in warm and comfortable silence. some day just waking up and knowing it's you i have to greet will make everything easier. i hope we get there.

[gargoyle-flouride]

Honestly to go from hanging out and/or texting every day, wanting to learn everything about each other to silence with no warning. Yeah its going to be the only thing i think about. Logically i know they do not hate me, but the silence is gnawing at my gut in a way that only an abused brain could produce. The only thing that I can think is that I've overstepped somehow and I'm too much and they simply do not have the heart to tell me they want me to leave them alone. I know that they are probably just busy and forgot to respond, but i truly cannot shake the feeling of being too much, too overbearing, that im being bothersome by wanting to talk to them and the idea of telling them any of that is so frightening. The idea of being vulnerable with them about it makes me feel like im giving in to that feeling of being too much and reading into things too far and that it will only push them further away. The worst part is, i simply cannot sleep because it's rattling around in my brain all the time. I can hear my friend's annoyed voices telling me to stop worrying about it and that im being ridiculous, to just let them come back to me when theyre ready, but i just cannot rip this frustrated scream from my throat while the idea that im too much for everyone sits heavy in my throat at the same time. The silence is causing my brain to become borderline obsessive with the thought that ive somehow scared them off and they will never come back even though all signs from their side outside of the silence suggests that's not what they want. I just wish for it to stop gripping my throat, my brain, my thoughts. I wish for this sinking feeling to go away and be replaced by the calm of knowing they'll come back when they're ready, but the not knowing of when makes my throat close and eyes water. I just want to know when so i no longer feel like a burden for causing silence.

[flyingspicerack]

i need like... a fanfic helper, you know? someone to just go to with all my ososan questions and to get second opinions i was telling my roommate (who i bother enough with all my qs) that i need like, an ososan veteran on standby who wants to help me and knows all the ins and outs, cause as much as i love ososan, im still new here and there are always new things im finding out, you know? I still havent made it through all the drama cds and ... uah i dunno... I guess i just wish for more knowledgeable people to speak with i guess

[beomglocks]

happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”