#like say what you will about the show but by GOD. the way Every Single Character Idea Theme Concept Relationship

[luv-y0urself]

neighbor!boynextdoor

neighbor!boynextdoor x fem!reader genre : slice of life! | wc : 576 words | warnings : mild cursing… only used to get the point across :') 𖤐．omg first post ! soo excited to enter the bnd community here :>

boy #1: park sungho / good boy next door

sungho moves into the room next to you and suddenly all of your friends want to stay at your tiny studio apartment just to get a glance at him

and besides... he's also super nice

will probably will catch your bugs for you if you need him to

he's also the type that will probably come and knock on your door to wake you up if you mentioned that if you need to wake up to do something on a certain day

boy #2: lee riwoo / overly nice boy next door

you probably overheard the landowner saying that there was a dancer moving in next door

and you were probably horrified because a dancer = NOISE

but riwoo is probably a fallen angel bc he is the nicest, sweetest guy out there

probably willing to do anything to stay on your good side and that means ANYTHING

will help you with your groceries if he spots you struggling

shares food if he makes some (and it's usually pretty good)

just there if you need anything (even a shoulder to cry on)

boy #3: myung jaehyun / cute boy next door

your annoying neighbor moves out (thank god) and omg who moves in? this cute lil guy

AND he's friendly as hell

makes really good food

lures you in w the pastries (it's the only way he knows how to land a gal, alright?)

he's such a bright ball of energy and will do anything to make you smile if you're having a bad day

this includes making your favorite pastry and being flustered when you mention that you love him for this

boy #4: han taesan / awkward boy next door

you're probably just attracted to him at first sight (bc who would not be?)

but EVERY single time you've tried to talk to him

it has just been awkward as hell

(later you find out from him that that was bc he thought you were super pretty but do you know that yet??? absolutely not)

would probably try and show his heart a little more by like helping you with heavy packages and whatnot

he's just an awkward lil cat boy

OMG imagine you spot him playing with the stray cats on the street and you genuinely just fall for him even more (and wish that he would act the same around you)

boy #5: kim leehan / party-lover boy next door

thought all of these would be wholesome? yeah no

the worst of the worst moved into the room next to you: a fucking party hoster

what happened to sweet old grandma luu? she moved into a nursing home and kim leehan moved in her place instead

makes your life literally a living hell bc he is so annoying (he probably has a sharp mouth... and then some)

probably pisses you off even more bc he's hot when he snaps back at you

but is he supposed to know that?

absolutely not…. lord

boy #6: kim woonhak / shy boy next door

you suspect he's a uni student that goes to the school that you go to

emphasis on SUSPECT bc you have never like SEEN seen him outside of his room after he moved in, only passing by

he has no interaction with anybody whatsoever

but something about that intrigues you bc you SWEAR that when you passed by him

he was the sweetest looking boy ever

but one day you hear soft crying in the room next to yours

turns out he's just a shy lil engineering major dealing with a crush that he doesn't know how to handle, so you help him through it

takes a while for him to realize that you are the REAL one there and musters the courage to ask you out on a date for your happy ending !

reblogs + feedback are greatly appreciated ! © luv-y0urself / 2024

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[thewitchescreatures]

The Vagabond Pt. Two

I did noooot proof read this, because I was too excited and feeling very inspired to get part two done. So uh @strawberrypoundtown @kyoko-neko If you guys wanna DM me if you see any uh- mistakes, that would be awesome, thank yooou

Pt. One

You can learn more about my boy Oscar, here

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Werewolf!Oscar "Oz" Vi x Werebunny!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, NSFW, Werewolf dick, Werewolf knot

Oscar was practically squirming in his seat at the bar as he waited for your shift to end. He was feeling desperate, he needed to bring you back to his hotel room as soon as humanly possible. He hadn’t gotten laid in months and it was eating the poor wolf alive.

He felt pathetic, squirming around in his seat trying to hide the imprint of his erection in his jeans. Since when was he one to become desperate for the intimate touch of another? Maybe it was the buzz from the booze, who knows.

He quickly shook these thoughts from his mind as he watched you smile and chat with other bar patrons as you served their alcoholic beverages of choice. The way your fluffy cottontail wiggled and wagged when you laughed drove him mad, the way you always smiled with your teeth warmed his heart. And your scent, gods your scent. Your scent was just as strong as ever, invading his strong sense of smell almost offensively. It was as if your earthy herbal scent was just as intoxicating as the whisky in his glass. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He hadn’t even fucked you proper yet and he was… Feeling things, things he wasn’t not exactly thrilled to be experiencing.

He again tried to dismiss these thoughts and emotions. He figured once fucked your brains out his urges would be satisfied and he would be back to his normal self. That surely his wolf instincts were just on edge from not getting laid for the last couple of months. All he needed was to get you in his bed for a night of fun and he would be fine.

Oscar glanced down at his wristwatch for what was surely the umpteenth time. Eleven o’ clock. Okay, only one more hour, and then you were his for the rest of the night. He just had to wait one more hour.

His cock was aching with need. Oscar mentally cursed at himself for feeling this way and swore he’d never go more than a few days without sex ever again. This SUCKED. Being this hard and needy was a gods damned nightmare. Not being able to do a single thing about it for another hour was HORRID. Again, he mentally swore at himself for not bagging some nice tail sooner.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow for Oscar. He was checking his wristwatch every other minute it seemed.

You would steal glimpses at Oscar during your work. You could tell he was getting impatient and it was kind of funny to watch.

Yes, you were pretty excited to be hooking up with a handsome rugged guy like Oscar. Shit the idea of what he could possibly be packing in those jeans of his made you wet. But you had to admit watching him fidget and growl, and mumble quietly to himself while he waited for you was quite the entertaining sight.

Finally, you approached Oscar. “Alright, I’m done.” You smile at him.

Oscar perked up. “Fuckin finally.” He mumbled as he got up from his seat. He cleared his throat and awkwardly adjusted the waistband of his jeans. He nodded towards the door. “I’m stayin in a hotel just down the street from here.” He said.

You nod and hook your arm with his. A sultry giggle escapes your throat. “Lead the way.” You whisper excitedly.

Oscar could have started howling right then and there at that sultry little laugh that left your plump lips. But instead a smirk crossed his lips.

“You’re an eager one, huh sweetheart?” He purred as he led you out of the bar.

“Well, what can I say? It’s not every day a rugged werewolf walks into the bar and asks to take me home.” You said playfully.

“How’d you know I’m a wolf? I don’t show nothin like you do.” Oscar smiled down at you.

“Your smell.” You say and shrug.

Oscar sucked his teeth. “Fair enough.” He chuckled again as he walked through the now less crowded late night sidewalk with you on his arm. “So tell me, sweetheart, why do ya choose to show some of your traits? Ain’t humans weird about it?” He questioned as he walked at a slow pace so you could keep up with his longer strides.

You shrug. “I haven’t really had too many problems with humans to be honest.” You admit. “Plus I think I look cute when I show some of my werebunny traits.” You add with a cocky grin.

Oscar lets out a hearty laugh. “Well that you do, sweetheart. That. You. Do.” He agrees.

The walk from the bar to the hotel Oscar is staying at is short and brief. When the two of you arrive you are not exactly impressed. Oscar said hotel, what he should have said was uh- motel.

Yeah Oscar wasn’t exactly staying in the nicest of places. I mean it wasn’t like the bar was in a particularly shitty part of town. But there was still the fair share of cheap and crappy motels around.

And it seemed Oscar had picked one.

Oscar noticed the not so thrilled look on your face and frowned. “Not to your standards, sweetheart?” He asked.

You stare at the old building and sigh. Your eyes scanned the place, the paint was chipped and you could see it was the style of a motel where the doors were on the outside of the building, and you did not like how uh.. Not so sturdy the doors looked. “Admittedly, no.” You said slowly.

Oscar shrugged. “I take what I can get.” He chuckled as he led you to his door. He pulled out a key and inserted it into the deadbolt on the door. Opening it slowly and leading you inside.

Oscar flips the light. As soon as you enter you stare at the pile of his clothes on the floor beside the bed. They are dirty, you can smell his sweat and musk on them from the door.

Oscar closes the door behind you and gestures to the room. “Welcome.” He smirks.

“Uh huh.” You laugh a little. “So remind me again why you’re staying in this dump?” You ask. While you are not impressed by Oscar’s living conditions, you can’t help but smile at him. You’re a little amused by how his living conditions don’t match his cocky and confident demeanor at all.

Oscar groaned. Great, she wants to talk. “I’m a traveler sweetheart, I bounce around from place to place. I stay in cheap places because it's just more convenient that way.” He explained with a casual shrug. Trying not to show his growing impatience and need for your pussy.

“So you’re a vagabond?” You ask with a playful smirk as you set your purse down on the desk.

Oscar sighs heavily as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “I prefer the term well traveled, but yeah more or less.” He chuckles and pats his thighs. “Now c’mere sweetheart, let’s have a little fun.” He purrs.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Well at least he’s hot. Yeah that’s what you’re just gonna tell yourself for now.

You kick your shoes off by the desk and walk over to Oscar, your hips sway with each step you take. You climb into his lap and start to giggle. “Someone’s eager.” You whisper as you lean closer to him. You can feel his erection under his jeans pressing up against you.

Oscar groans as he wraps his muscular arms around your waist and begins to kiss your neck. “It’s been awhile for me, sweetheart.” He growls against your skin as he grazes his teeth along your throat.

You shiver, your hands squeezing his shoulder. “I can tell.” You groan as you feel him sink his teeth into your neck. Yeah that’s definitely gonna leave a mark.

You two don’t stay in this position for long. Before you know it, Oscar goes from kissing and biting your neck, to picking you up and dropping you onto the bed.

You gasp and the bed creaks under the weight of you and Oscar both as he crawls over you and smashes his lips against yours.

The kiss is hungry, needy, wet and sloppy. His tongue is invading your mouth within seconds of your lips meeting and he’s already grinding himself against you between your legs.

You try to wiggle and grind back against him, but Oscar’s large hands grab your hips and hold you in place. “Ah ah, sweetheart. I’m in control here.” He growls against your lips as he pressed his clothed erection to your clothed cunt.

Your panties already feel uncomfortably sticky and before you can even think again, Oscar is already pulling your clothes off. His skilled and experienced hands easily work your t-shirt and jeans off. Tossing them to the floor.

Your strong scent once again invades his nostrils. Causing him to growl as he pulls you to sit up and starts to unhook your bra. To your surprise and impress he pops the clasps with one hand. But then you decide to stop him.

You put your hand on Oscar’s chest and push him back a little. A smirk on your face.

Oscar growled. “What is it, sweetheart?” He huffed.

“I don’t wanna be the only one naked, Oz.” You giggle as you reach for his belt.

Oscar smirked. “Oh no, can’t have you naked in my bed all alone.” He purrs as he takes his leather jacket off and throws it to the pile of clothes on the floor and then he starts to take his white t-shirt off.

You stare at Oscar’s muscular torso in awe. Just seeing his toned body was getting you even more hot and bothered.

Oscar smirks as he notices your eyes glued to him. “Like what’cha see, sweetheart?” He purrs.

Your hands are still gripping his belt. You gulp and nod eagerly.

Oscar laughs as he pushes you onto your back. He then stands up from the bed, kicks his boots off, and starts taking off his jeans and underwear. “Then you’re really gonna like what comes next.” He purrs.

Your mouth waters as you lay on your stomach in nothing more than your panties. You watch as Oscar’s cock springs from his boxers. “Holy shit.” You mutter.

Oh yeah, you were fantasizing about how big he was while at the bar, but no fantasy can compare to the real thing.

Nine inches long, thick, and veiny. You were not gonna be walking tomorrow.

Oscar steps over to the bed, taking your chin in his hand and lifting your head up. “Open wide, sweetheart.” He purred.

You nod and obediently open your mouth as wide as you can. Slowly Oscar pushes his cock into your mouth and down your throat.

You don’t gag or even flinch. This causes Oscar to pause, look down at you, and raise his eyebrow. “Holy shit.” He mumbles at your lack of a gag reflex.

You smirk around his cock. Your eyes glued to his as he slowly starts to fuck your throat.

Oscar groans. “Fuckin aye sweetheart.” He growls as he thrusts slowly into your throat. Oscar had slept with a large number of women, and you were the first who could take his cock down your throat without gagging or choking. “Shit.” He curses as he takes a fistful of your hair and starts to fuck your throat a little faster.

You whimpered softly, your eyes rolling back a little as Oscar used your mouth. The deeper his cock goes down your throat, the more wet and eager you start to feel between your legs. If that was even possible at this point.

Oscar moans and chuckles as he slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth. “I can smell you sweetheart.” He cooed as he lifted you up by your arm and pushed you onto your back.

You let out a squeak as your back hits the bed. Oscar then reaches for your panties and takes them off. You shyly spread your legs for him, showing him your wet needy cunt.

Oscar groans at the sight as he crawls between your legs and buries his face into your heat. Eagerly lapping up your juices with his tongue. He moans at your taste.

You let out your own moan as you reach down to bury your hands in his thick chocolatey brown hair.

“Fuck.” He curses against you as he gently sucks on your clit. He starts humping the bed, his cock throbbing and leaking small bits of precum onto the sheets.

You writhe and moan. Soft breaths escaping your lips as Oscar relentlessly sucks, licks, kisses, and nips at all of your pussy. Your clit, your lips, your entrance. It all gets to experience his skilled mouth.

Oscar groans as he plunges his tongue into your core, his thumb rubbing small circles on your sensitive nub.

You gasp and shutter. “F-fuck.” You curse under your breath.

Oscar smirks against you and continues his actions. Savoring your taste like it is a rare delicacy.

You move your hands from his hair and grip the bed sheets with white knuckles. That familiar knot in the pit of your stomach already feels tight. “O-Oz.” You moan out.

Oscar groans as he continues to lap at your juices and thumb your clit. “C’mon baby, come for me sweetheart.” He urges between licks and sloppy kisses.

You moan louder as you grind against his face. “F-fuck.” You curse again.

Oscar is good, too good. Oh god you’re already about to unravel. And then you do. Your body trembles and you see stars. A loud moan echoes through Oscar’s motel room as your intense orgasm rocks your body.

Oscar laps at your throbbing cunt a little more. He moans and his eyes flutter at the taste of your orgasm.

You squirm and whine, trying to push his head away from your sensitive pussy.

Oscar chuckles as he sits up and leans over to the bedside table where he’s got a box of condoms. He grabs one, tears it open with his teeth, carefully rolling it down his length, and repositions himself between your legs. Prodding at your soaked entrance with the tip of his cock. “You ready, sweetheart?” He asked as he gazed down at you.

You groan and mumble weakly. “Yes.”

Oscar smirks and slowly pushes his girth into you. His smirk quickly drops and is replaced by his eyes fluttering closed and a long, low growl. “Fuck.” He’s now cursing. You’re tight, so tight. It feels incredible around his cock.

You whimper and squirm a bit beneath him. Oscar takes a moment to allow your pussy to adjust comfortably around him.

Then he starts to thrust. Slow at first, but before Oscar himself even knows it, he’s pushing your knees back as far as they can go and is slamming into you.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart, that’s good!” He growled and moaned.

You can’t even talk, all you can do is lay there and moan loudly in pleasure. You wouldn’t be surprised if Oscar gets a noise complaint from the motel management tomorrow. But you don’t give a shit, you’re too busy enjoying the mind blowing sex you’re currently experiencing.

“Oh shit, fuck.” Oscar cursed. “Such a good girl, baby. Your pussy is so good.” He groaned as he continued slamming into you at a reckless pace.

You gasp and cry out as you feel him trying to push his knot into you.

“Please baby.” Oscar moans and begs. “Please, be a good girl, and take it.” He almost wheezes as he pushes his swollen knot inside you.

You nod, your eyes half lidded. Your mind feels hazier than before when he was eating you out. His knot feels so good locked in your pussy.

Oscar pauses for a moment, catching his breath and allowing you to adjust to his knot.

You stare up at him with those beautiful half lidded eyes. Whimpering softly beneath him. Which causes Oscar to let out a breathy chuckle.

He then slowly starts thrusting again. His knot and cock push and rub against all those perfect spots inside of you.

You moan and whimper and squirm. Your eyesight is blurry and all your mind can focus on is how good and big Oscar feels inside you.

“Sweetheart.” Oscar speaks between moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy and careless as his own orgasm approaches.

You’re broken from your thoughts, your eyes focusing up on his sweaty face and his bright orange eyes. Moans continuing to spill from your lips.

Oscar smirks down at your fucked out face. Another moany laugh escapes him. “You look so pretty underneath me.” He growled as he continued to slam into you.

You cry out as his tip smashes against your cervix again and again. “O-Oz.” You choke out, barely able to talk due to the way he’s screwing you silly.

“I-I’m almost th-there.” Oscar groaned. A few more sloppy thrusts, followed by a deep guttural growl and he finally tipped over the edge. Filling the condom to the brim.

Both of you lay there, panting heavily. Oscar is still above you, and inside you. His sweat drips slowly onto your chest. He smiles and laughs. “Damn sweetheart, you’re probably the best pussy I’ve had in a looong time.”

You let out a breathy laugh. Your eyes still half lidded and your body still abuzz from the pleasure you just experienced. “Thanks.” You finally manage.

Oscar goes to pull out, but you whine when you feel the tug of his knot. This makes Oscar pause.

“Uh oh.” He whispers awkwardly.

“Uh oh?” You ask as you stare up at him, your eyes now wide. “What do you mean “Uh oh”? Did the condom break?!” You ask in a panic.

“No, no, no.” Oscar says quickly and laughs awkwardly. “I’m stuck.” He said.

You blink slowly. “What do you mean, stuck?” You ask slowly.

“My knot.” Oscar gives you a smile that is just as awkward as his laugh is.

You relax. “Oh.” You laugh. “Well how long does it take for the swelling to go down?” You ask.

“Uuuuh.” Oscar paused and bit his lips. “I dunno.” He said.

You squint at Oscar, your mouth slightly agape in confusion. “What do you mean “I dunno”?” you question him.

“I. Don’t. Know.” Oscar said slowly. “This hasn’t happened before.” He admitted.

“What??” You question, eyes still squinted skeptically.

“I.. My knot has never swelled for someone before, okay?!” Oscar groaned.

Your eyes widen and you start to laugh.

“Hey- Hey! That’s not funny!” Oscar exclaimed.

“It’s so funny!” You laugh loudly and writhe beneath him.

“It. Is. Not!” Oscar panicked. “Sweetheart, that ain’t funny!” All that sexy and confident bravado Oscar was known for had completely flown out the window.

You giggle and wheeze beneath him. You find it amusing that Oscar is embarrassed by such a thing. You take a few deep breaths and smile at him. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me until the swelling goes down.” You tease.

Oscar blushed and scrunched his nose. “Great.” He says sarcastically.

#werewolf x reader #werewolf oc #monster fucker #monster lover #fem!reader

[toriangeli]

2.03 thoughts and observations

And then a bunch of casual show-only fans came to Tumblr at the start of this season and got super confused when people freaked out about Armand mentioning blenders.

Armand saying Lestat got over his Magnus trauma super fast when really, Lestat just responds to trauma by getting really manic. I wonder if we'll revisit this scene in s3 and get Lestat's public meltdown, with Armand assuming this is just what he does every day.

"IN PUBLIC?" This is so fucking funny. And peak Armand, feigning this kind of innocence. In a weird way, he is quite innocent, but not in this way.

But can we blame Armand for a little wish fulfillment fantasy? He's had a shit life, let him have this.

Sam making Lestat cartoonish here is the perfect choice.

Raglan James sounding like he's on the American side of a Transatlantic accent. Already love Justin Kirk in this role.

Claudia ripped my guts out this episode. A week? A fucking week? Where the fuck was Lestat, if he knew it was happening? Have they just totally decided he stopped loving her/never loved her to begin with? That doesn't seem right. God, this child. Failed at every single turn. And her heartbroken looks every time she got hazed. And Louis just letting it happen. Both of them not knowing what's normal, so they assume this is normal.

Then again, Louis is vibrating with the knowledge he's on borrowed time. He doesn't want Claudia to run and be out in the middle of nowhere if he may not be there to protect her. Jacob has me vibrating, and I know Louis lives! Shit. He's so scared to die, but he knows he can't fight Armand.

They have to be setting up for Santiago to stage a "coup" and taking over the coven from Armand, which would serve to make Armand look all kinds of innocent in what happens to Claudia.

GOD I CANNOT WAIT FOR LOUIS TO KILL ALL THESE PEOPLE. It'll be so fucking cathartic.

I feel like I noted several Chekhov's Guns in this episode (apart from the scythe), but I'll have to rewatch to catch them all.

Louis. He almost killed you. You invited him inside your house. Asked him if he was going to kill you. And he didn't answer. What the fuck.

I gotta know who made Santiago.

Armand's birth name was Arun and he was from Delhi--which, in his time, would be the Delhi Sultanate, much more expansive than the modern Delhi province. This does not explain why Armand's prayer included Uzbek, but it's probably just there because they didn't cast Assad until well into filming, and they decided to change the character's origins a bit based on who they cast. As much as I'd have loved him to be Roma, it would have been crappy not to cast someone who was actually Roma. Noooo clue how he winds up getting trafficked in Venice in this version of events, but I'm still digging around, and AMC probably employs much more knowledgeable people than me to consult on history.

I'm calling it now: Armand is going to kill Rashid. He'll find out Rashid is a Talamasca spy and he'll kill him before the season is out. RIP Real Rashid.

God Jacob portraying Louis losing it is killing me.

#iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv amc #iwtv spoilers #iwtv s2 #lestat de lioncourt #armand #louis de pointe du lac #claudia de pointe du lac #jacob anderson #assad zaman #tvc book spoilers #sam reid

[vellichorom]

Hello Discord User Vellichorom AKA Twinkie AKA Velli AKA individual who’s character I love so much who has consumed my literal every day for the last year plus that I have not stopped thinking about (literally, over three hundred and sixty five days have gone buy and every single one of them I’ve had this man in my head, Vellichorom, do you know what you’ve done Vellichorom, you did this to me.) 

NOW I MAY BE UNHINGED ABOUT THIS MAN but how about I take a step back for a moment to just, talk about it? To discuss the absolute mastery I feel has been carefully and lovingly crafted into him? 

I’m really picky about the characters I like. Yeah I am fond of characters, I’ll like them and talk about them and whatever, but NOT ONCE has a character CONSUMED MY LITERAL BRAIN CELLS like Thierry has. Of course he has an amazing base to go off of, he IS THE NARRATOR, and I will admit that I absolutely ADORE TSP and all of the lore that has been crafted into him... but that alone was not enough for me to be purely interested in him for a long period of time (cough: see me not doing much tsp stuff aside from Thierry cough) 

The way that you have woven in every aspect of TSP and its canon into him, and then MADE IT EVEN BETTER AND MENTAL-ILLNESS-INDUCING has got me gripping the edge of my seat like a feral goblin every time you post literally ANYTHING about him ever. You blended TSP/TSPCC/adjacent lore together in a way that makes Thierry his own thing and also the perfect embodiment of the Narrator.

I have hyper fixations that wane and grow over time, things that I have enjoyed for long stints, but NEVER, EVER, Has there been ONE CHARACTER that has captured my attention so wholly. 

Looking at just him as a character, I adore the way you actually embrace and show off his flaws in a way that feels so human and also just like the weird fucking creature that The Narrator obviously is. You paid SO MUCH attention to detail and THAT SHOWS! IT DOES!! The Narrator is EGOTISTICAL, he is AN ASSHOLE, HE IS NOT PERFECT! EVER!I won’t shit on other people for wanting that for their own interpretations, but by god if you aren’t one of the like, two other people I’ve seen PERFECTLY capture that in his actions and behavior. You interpret the scenes in TSP/UD with such a nuanced and in depth eye with Thierry that I actually ENVY YOU FOR IT because I WANT TO DO THAT TOO. The expression of his ego balanced with his simultaneous self-loathing is just a perfect coat of icing on the proverbial cake. You miraculously made this man exactly as loveable and hateable as the straight up copy-pasted canon. I want him to suffer, and I love him so much, and I feel awful for him, and I think he’s an asshole. 

His relationship with Rosemary? Do I even HAVE to say anything? No, I don’t, but IM GOING TO. 

I seriously have never understood how you and Tomie so amazingly captured that Stanley/Narrator relationship through Gore/Guts in such an AWE INSPIRING, BEAUTIFUL, AND HORRIFIC way. Like, I genuinely do not know how to put into words the way that I absolutely ADORE this interpretation of it. The never ending spiral of desperation, need and reliance that the Narrator has on Stanley (and vice versa) is FLAWLESSLY executed and showcased with Rosemary/Thierry. I know I don’t really talk about Gogu as much as I talk about Thierry, but I have said it before and I will say it again, they are AMAZING, THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL, AND I CANNOT THINK OF ANY LITERALLY ANY NARRATOR X  RELATIONSHIP THAT PERFECTLY EXEMPLIFIES THE WAY THAT THE NARRATOR WOULD BE WITH SOMEONE, AND THE HORRORS THAT COME WITH IT. EVER. 

And the most amazing part is that you, YOU, a fucking EXCELLENT, BEAUTIFUL, TALENTED ARTIST, have made THE design ever. THE. DESIGN. EVER. No exceptions. OBVIOUSLY the enjoyment of a design of a character of such a nature is mostly up to personal taste, but for one second can we stand back and think about who the fuck we’re talking about? 

We can go based off of a few things:

His VA, Kevan Brighting: Mr. Brighting is a fat, old man. He has JOWLS, he has WRINKLES, he has WEIGHT not only to himself, but his voice. OBVIOUSLY not all VAs match their characters, but when you consider someone’s voice and the voice you assign TO a character, you usually want it to mimic that, and The voice that Mr. Brighting does for the Narrator is literally just that. And old, crotchety, fat british man. 

Specifically based on his Voice: Again, to piggy back off of what I was just saying, a character is meant to match the voice, you can hear the way he slightly slurs/mushes his words together, (which, by the way, if people didn’t know, slight lisps can be caused by more weight/fat being in the face! :D) You can hear him creaking around in his chair!

Based on context clues/general ideas of what the character is doing/does: The Narrator, as described in the game, is old (context clues people, context clues), codes/can create things using code, is not human (‘various human sensibilities’ gives that RIGHT away) and sits in a chair coding/reading shit most of the time. If anyone looks me in the eyes and tells me that a person who does that would not at least be heavy set, I will wack them with a stick. 

ALL OF THAT BEING SAID: this means that YOU MADE HIM! Look at him! Look at that man! It’s FUCKING HIM, ITS THE NARRATOR REAL! HE’S REALLL!!! I don’t give a flying fuck what my bias says, if I think of the Narrator I am going to think of someone that looks either like Kevan Brighting, or Thierry Ellis-Baker. There is no other thing for me. I can kinda smush other designs into it, and see it that way via The Square Hole /ref - but it will ALWAYS AND FOREVER be that. He’s an omnipresent voice that doesn’t show himself, when he’s not, he is NOT WEARING A SUIT. But he is FASHIONABLE, WHO is looking at him, seeing the fact that he wears a fucking fancy, flowing, stylish cardigan WITH A GOLD CHAIN, and saying NO He LOokS lIke A sLOb??? Because you are literally wrong, I would AND HAVE worn things that are LESS FANCY than that in professional settings. He’s wearing a turtleneck sweater, dress pants, and some comfy BUT PRESENTABLE shoes. If someone thinks he looks slobby they’re delusional. Like what do they think? That that old man should be wearing a suit for whatever fucking reason??? In his Office??? In his chair while sitting on his fat ass? (NOT TO SAY THAT HE CAN’T, AND I KNOW THIERRY HAS, AND CAN, AND WOULD IF HE NEEDED TO, BUT WHO ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH, ESPECIALLY WHEN CODING AND SHIT, WANTS TO WEAR A SUIT 24/7)  Also, tacking this on here at the end, you have helped SO much with my comfort with acknowledging my own body weight, accepting it, and liking myself more than literally anyone could ever have, and Thierry is a HUGE part of that for SO many reasons.

I love everything about him, Vellichorom, and it is of my humble opinion that everyone who does not and looks at him like he is anything less than what The Narrator is at his most basic, are dirty little liars who are jealous

TL;DR: Anyone who is disrespectful and disregards the expert care, craft, and love that has gone into Thierry lore and design wise can go and suck the fattest, dirtiest rock they find outside in a river, and report back to me in fourteen business days with their illnesses so I can laugh at them :)

Thank you for coming to my two+ page essay/TED Talk Uh... oh yeah this is an ask box... uh... what's your favorite fun fact about Thierry/Romary? :)

ujm jm, umm um that they love you

#lilydoesdrawsometimes #inbox #TSP blogging #WHAT COULD I POSSIBLY ADD TO THIS FUCK #an essay.... for me........ drying my tears & making me cry MORE #this is so deeply heartfelt insightful & YEAH MAYBE YOU GOT THAT GAY BIAS but it really does. help so mjuch #i really appreciate you having poured so much into this it genuinely re-validates me #soothing IF NOT OUTRIGHT SOLVING the insecurities i've been having for too long of a time #thank you so much lily thank you thank you thank you #i'm stapling this to my eyelids so i can see this forever & combat the demons

[moonpaw]

Fighting DEMONS rn trying not to get invested in one piece to figure out wtf you're posting about!!!!

come here cyber.... we have this thang

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#mp answers #i've been trying so hard not to be annoying to my bnha friends but if you will allow me to push this for this ask let me say 🙏 #if you're afraid of the episode count for one piece the manga is a lot quicker read while being just as enjoyable because the art style is #an actual delight. its great its fantastic im absolutely in love with it #the series is soooo good and i know luffy can seem unappealing to people before they start but he's just SUCH a great character & continues #to be even now. the story is SO GOOD the characters are SO GOOD... theres so much lore and world building that its insane #if you read the manga we get 'cover stories' on what's going on with previous characters to see what theyre up to even though we moved on #from where we left them. a lot of these cover stories blend into the main story so well its just seamless #there's one where we get introduced to a character we dont see hundreds of episodes into the anime and they show up like; during the second #saga. the series is about traveling to other islands and every single arc has been tied to another in some way or form that shows up later #even if its sagas and sagas later- it still becomes relevant again!! it's a huge ongoing story and there isnt a single arc that feels like #it has no purpose (sans filler in the anime-but even then!! some filler arcs are really entertaining!) #it's emotional! its sad! its downright stupid and silly but GOD... you can feel the love that oda put into this series and his characters #and the emotions in the expressions and the messages the story gives off it just makes me UEUHGHHAHGHH!!! #it's all about the adventure and the romance of it all! its about the freedom it brings and bringing freedom to others! #its a series where treasure should be a focus given its pirates and the its a giant treasure hunt for the one piece and yet! and yet so man #of the characters treasures are things that are not coins and gems but people and promises and family and and #im going to EXPLODE i love one piece

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Mel for the unhinged character bingo!

yessss YEEEESSSSSSSSS

#ask me #so Mel is in the unenviable position of being a very strong character whose rights I support and whose wrongs I also fully support #BUT the way she's treated broadly in the fandom is so pervasive and so consistent and so frustrating to me that #I am in full -must protect my blorbo- mode with her at all times #-Mel's story is over so the only thing left for her to do is die- #-if Mel dies then J can get together with V and they will appreciate her for her sacrifice bc she died a hero who rejected Ambessa- #enough! enough I say! #what about proving to ambessa that she can take the throne for herself? what about the angst of defying her mother and her home country #and opposing those in Piltover who DO want war and want to raze the undercity #what about the magic that she's heavily foreshadowed to have and how it's different from hextech #and how it directly opposes but also parallels what is happening to Viktor #what about her -friends- abroad and the plot Mel was cooking through all of season 1 that has not been revealed yet #there's so much potential for her to have to confront the fact that J was slowly becoming a monster through season 1 #and that she can't ignore the undercity forever #also what if whoever Ambessa says killed her brother comes after Mel too! #it is very frustrating to see Mel get dismissed as dead or evil or irredeemable or whatever when she is consistently #the most interesting person in the room in every single scene she's in and the character who shows the most conviction and change #so yeah i will take a bullet for her she is my blorbo I will despise any character who hurts her #and I would cradle her in my arms if she gave me a chance - which she would never! - but a girl can dream #however I also enjoy leaning into the idea that Mel is perceived as being a devil from the outside - Mel leans into it too when it serves #but it's in direct opposition to her ironclad values and the personality that she keeps hidden a layer down #I genuinely think that Mel will have a happy ending - or at least as happy an ending that an Arcane character can get lol #like I fully believe she will take the throne (Piltover) in the end but I can only guess at this point what that will cost her #I love putting Mel in situations but mainly to play with both how creative she can get and also how fucking far she will go to win #which is ANOTHER thing we know is probably true about Mel but has not been put on display yet #also Mel has already done a great job at separating what she wants for herself as a person from just being Ambessa's daughter #but Mel still deserves to get plenty of great therapy for that situation because OH GOD THAT CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK #also Kino is dead? maybe dead?? at least Mel fully believes he's dead so she needs therapy and hugs for that too #I am super normal about her can you tell

[maddy-ferguson]

i have never in my life seen a fandom hate fun the way this fandom does. someone will post a headcanon and preface it by saying "i know this would never happen but wouldn't this be so cute" and within 20 minutes someone else will make a post saying "um if you think this could Ever happen you are gravely mistaken. you don't understand anything about the show. how dare you post this on the internet. you should be ashamed of yourself" all because the first person didn't take every "agreed upon" theory into consideration like bro maybe they aren't here for that maybe they just wanna be silly and have fun maybe you should consider shutting up

#and the hc is the most harmless fluffiest shit like shut up how is that bothering you did they threaten to go to netflix hq and have #the duffers write it into the show #i waited a little before posting this so it wouldn't seem as targeted as it would have had i posted it at the time. lol #if people took everything into consideration nothing would ever be written i get not wanting stuff to be ooc but that wasn't even what was #supposedly wrong with the hc. it's just. lmao #you cant shut down everything and everyone let people have fun get off your high horse youre talking about stranger things on tumblr.com #again not talking about weird mischaracterization i'm talking about snippets not perfectly fitting into the bigger picture #not everything has to be/is meant to be canon compliant s5 speculation like let's chill a little... #also the og post wasn't even not canon compliant so it's not even that it just doesn't fit this Specific Interpretation and i don't even #disagree with that interpretation but like oh my god #besides someone being a byler doesn't mean they've read every single theory and analysis out there i don't understand how that's become a #prerequisite #there's plenty of ways to do fandom #and maybe what they're saying is appalling but that's not what this is about this is about non-appalling stuff #this would be easier if you knew what inspired this post #and like i say: brf slt

[realitys-ex]

One kinda fun/odd bit about Discworld is the place of Jews/Judaism in it (no, this probably won't go where you expect).

So there are the 2 obvious places and one arguably subtle/debatable place:

Feet of Clay/Golems very clearly drawing from Judaism (though in subsequent books that was toned *way* down)

Omnianism is a very clear stand in for/amalgamation of Christianity, Islam, and Judaism (the amount of each is left as an exercise to the reader).

and Lastly / debatably many people find a similarity between the description of the Dwarf religion and Judaism (I am not stating I agree, just I would have been remiss if I didn't bring it up)

Now the one thing that kinda gets forgotten is that: Judaism as a whole independent religion is somewhat confirmed in Discworld leaving arguments about the above somewhat moot! (you can't have a stand in for a religion if you already have the religion itself).

In both Feet of Clay and Fifth Elephant it mentions Vampires working at Kosher Butchers (for those unaware blood is not kosher so it needs to be drained extra well from meat, a perfect job for a vampire).

Now what does that actually imply? Absolutely nothing.

PTerry often had off the cuff jokes, as well as mucked about with continuity (remember how Trolls originally would continue to grow until they died, and could get up to the size of a small mountain, which only came up in one of the early books and was ignored in the rest?) and (I am sure) just liked that joke and did not intend to imply any theological ramifications or serious world building from it.

But dammit, it is (to me) incredibly funny to step into a (semi) serious discussion about Judaism in Discworld and completely derail it with a throw away line.

#Discworld #gnu terry pratchett #sillieness #Serious voice: So what does Small Gods Say about Terry's view of Judaism? #Shit eating Grin: Uhhh Jews exist in Canon... So Nothing? Have you even read the books or are you just looking to be angry? #Note I do not actually do this as I tend to avoid discussions like that #though the kosher butchers does have interesting Implications if taken to the logical extent #Aside from the obvious: There is only one real world religion on Discworld which Implies that it is correct #A religion based purely on a Non corporial no real form god #in a world where every single religion has had their god manifest in physical form lends itself to a fascinating cross religion interaction #This is of course assuming that Disworld!Judaism is as similar as possible to Real World #The idea of a religious debate where sometimes the god will actually show up makes non corporeal montheism kinda funny #(of course since the knowledge of how small gods become great ones feeding on belief is somewhat understood that sword cuts both ways) #Then of course is the obvious issue of Omnianism being fairly similar in broad strokes to Judaism #watching another religion kinda crib your whole style must be odd #And of course the lack of Christianity and Islam has some interesting implications #all of which is an over analysis but in the fun stupid way rather than the fighty way #maybe I will do a discussion of religion in Discworld one day

[pepprs]

prefacing this by saying im fine and its whatever and im mostly numb to it. but it kinda fucking sucks that being gaslit about my own sexuality leads to… doubting my own sexuality lol!

#purrs #just went to my first ever lavender graduation ceremony and had a convo w my dad after that touched on the EXACT horrors lol like i need to #learn to not bring this shit up around my parents bc they’re just gonna say the same things. and also it doesn’t matter bc idc about labels #and (to quote ricky) it’s a conversation not a constant. but like fucking hell. just bc ive never ‘’’’’’been with anybody’’’’’’ doesn’t #mean that i can’t know im not straight. the HORRIFIC psychic damage that did to me 5 years ago this month. the way i can’t think about #sexuality or being part of the lgbtq community since and like before then when that happened i thought i was a lesbian and was gonna try to #get involved with the school lgbtq student union . like it’s so ficking stupid and sad. and i can’t trust myself anymore i can’t tell if #anything ive ever felt for anyone is actually real bc according to my (straight and biphobic) parents ‘crushes don’t count’ and i haven’t #even had a crush in months anyway and yeah ive never ‘been with’ anybody. but like god damn. you DO NOT get to tell me i have to call myself #questioning. yeah im questioning but only i can call it that and only if i want to. i get to know me. i get to call me what i am. which also #means i get to work through the years of psychic damage this thread of conversation coming from my own parents has done to me #but i own that. i want to own that. ive had the feelings i have had. maybe they were wrong and misplaced and maybe there are other ways to #interpret them like me jus t having projection issues and whatever. but they were real to me and are real to me and shape how i show up #every single day. i get to know myself. i get to call myself what i am. even though you’re my parents you don’t get to tell me that. and you #should be sorry for how fucked in the head this has made me and how cut off i have become from other people who have felt what i have felt #and from the parts of myself that felt and hurt and loved. like lolllll. i was in a good mood and then that happened and now my heart hurts. #delete later #like i don’t talk abt this shit anymore for a reason 🤪✌️ i am not involved in lgbtq groups or communities online or offline for a reason 🤪✌️ #and it’s yet another manifestation of impostor syndrome too like. ppl wonder why im like this…. there is a very good reason 💖

[scattered-winter]

shows loooove to try and have musical motifs as another storytelling device but the truth that we all must accept is that nobody can match rwby's motif game

#like say what you will about the show but by GOD. the way Every Single Character Idea Theme Concept Relationship #is represented by motifs in the music that change and develop over time with the characters ?????? god. god god god god. #fun enrichment activity for the local music geek is listening to rwby soundtrack and Absorbing the motifs #if youre familiar with the motifs and what they represent you dont even need to WATCH THE SHOW to know whats happening #you can just listen to the motifs interact with each other. its that fucking good. #IM JUST!!!!!!!!!!! MUSIC WHEN IT HELPS TELL THE STORY MUSIC WHEN IT CAN ALMOST STAND ALONE AS A STORYTELLING DEVICE #ET CETERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #winter speaks #rwby #the thing that always makes me so so so insane is when the score interacts with jeff and casey's music too.... #like when qrow had an Established Motif in the score that later turned out to be the main melody for bad luck charm.... #MAN when bad luck charm first started playing onscreen the SCREAM I SCRUMPT #and with the arkos theme later turning into the melody for forever fall in v6......SCROMITING.... #gah. anyway. im sooo normal about music and motifs and themes i prommy i prommy <- blatant lie #orchestral music tag

[xaymak]

i think about asian link all the time. theyre asian to me like... "oh its not realistic theyre pale and blue eyed and blond" do u wanna know whats unrealistic. in the legend of zelda series thats fantasy/adventure. the way no ones just moved out of hyrule already just make a bridge and leave!!!! place keeps getting overrun!!! leave!!!!!!!!

#loz #once someone said i draw my links weird. they have such soft jaws. wide noses. angled eyes. what could it possibly be i wonder #things that drive me insane. balls to the walls apeshit #i still have a screenshot of that convo bc it was so nuts to me. its like i didnt periodically talk about it in the lu server w them #and my hcs kept getting hijacked by ppl talking about scottish westerner link hcs like thats nice! love u have ur hcs!! but cmon. #every single time. every? single time? #even in the lu au server when i was detailing out like hey this au is based on an explicitly set in japan game so like. theyre japanese #oh nooo theyre white and irish and scottish and welsh to you. congrats but now isnt the time to say that?? #i think a lot of my lu experiences wouldve gone better if ppl were more. socialized #not in the neurotypical way of whatever that nonsense is but in the. yes showing engagement by relating ur own hcs is fine #but also express interest in what im saying instead of just taking over the convo to talk about ur own take only without acknowledging me #god. once i was like trans link! and someone came up and said thats an hc i dont like bc when canon not trans are trans my brain goes brr #the way they said it was so . ??. u come into My Channel in My Category for My AU and say #god bless their heart they were Trying i think. bc they did say they wanted to keep an open mind. but Really?????????? #i dont always communicate the best either so i try not to be harsh or bitchy abt it. but man. man. #i got off topic again. theyre asian to me. theres no norway or germany in hyrule and probably not japan either so its a moot point but #theyre asian!! thanks.

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

So to summarize:

"If Azazoth wakes up the universe ends" and "Shiva could Dr Manhattan anyone and anything out of existence by looking at them"

are mythologies that can and should co-exist, and picking just one is yet another example of FGO finding the one wrong answer and going with that.

they kept the shiva dr manhattaning ppl out of existence thing but ONLY for kama and ONLY to make shiva look like a colossal dick as well. like lets be real here if you were actively grieving your dead wife (who killed herself protecting your honor against her father no less), had made it explicitly clear you weren't ready/in the mood to remarry even if it was to her reincarnation, and some guy tried to love arrow you to get you to fall for said reincarnation anyway you might lose your temper! and he DID bring kama back to life as anaga as an apology in the actual myth, they just made it happen by accident in fate bc...idk screw the idea of a god trying to make up for hurting someone else i guess? this is off topic tho ghkldsf

like ideally if you wanted to make every religion canon AND absolutely had to bring powerscaling into it youd probably have it be something like current faith of believers+overall cultural impact+age of actual religion/myth/whathaveyou so you COULD give cthulu mythos some weight when up against like...idk the greek pantheon as it DID have a marked effect on specific styles of horror (ie it invented a new one) and is sort of known by most people in a pop culture kind of way (in that it is more relevant to the current cultural zietgiest than greek mythology. this is a bad example bc greek mythology is also still wildly popular just as the stories but ykwim). that being said no one really actually worships them, so actually having them square off against gods is...silly for lack of a better word?

and to use my previous example, if you wanted a like cthulu vs zeus showdown using the parameters i mentioned while its true that lovecraft mythos is much more well known/current to today and operates on a much larger cosmice scale, greek mythology and the culture it created HEAVILY influenced other mediterannean cultures which in turn heavily influenced a whole bunch of other cultures and that would need to be taken into account even if zeus is 'only' a thunder god. (ignoring that he was also actually worshiped, and for a far greater period of time than any lovecraft god)

so like, keeping all of the cosmic scale of the lovecraft gods but going 'uh well actually none of the other gods are like how you heard they were' is annoyingly inconsistent. even with whatever excuses they have re: sefar or whatever its just...bad storytelling. why is this one made up pantheon the only one exempt from their own rules, and why is it the one that actively seems to go against the franchise's general themes of the human spirit? it just BOTHERS me lol like picking and choosing when to follow or break their rules isnt at all new to fate but i think the fact that out of all the god pantheons they couldve left unaltered they chose the one invented by lovecraft touched a nerve in me.

this is all a very long way of saying that if azazoth DID exist and DID have all those powers it wouldnt even matter if he woke up bc the minute he even thought about stirring all the other equally omnipotent omniscient all-powerful gods from across cultures would simultaneously flip him off so hard hed cry

#every god every invented vs a single lovecraft god: #fate wants us to think the tentacle binch would win but. come on. COME ON #im not even religious!!! theyve got me defending religion now!!! #but seriously so many stories are like 'these gods are super powerful and all knowing but they still in their own way care about us so #'we have to try and do our best to follow these rules' #whether its avatars or prophets or the pope or what have you #those 'all knowing' gods DO care enough about the 'insignificant' specks enough to try and help them in various ways even if it isnt direct #and yeah religion is often used to oppress but idk its kind of annoying that they dont ever acknowledge how it can also help ppl #(or how oppression is not just created and enforced through religion) #like cmon guys context #its like 'looking at all these stories where the gods/god loves humanity and wants to help them become better beings' #'shoves them to the side and picks the horror one where even seeing them breaks a person's mind' #krishna showed juna his true form and juna was like mindblown a bit and had to forget but he didnt go INSANE like. #maybe hes just built different >_> #though uh. wouldnt say that a hindu god's true form is equivalent to a lovecraft one #and yeah theres ones where the true form will kill the human but they tend to try not to do that? if it happens they legit show remorse #my asks #normal tag night :)

[aceofvase]

10 characters 10 fandoms 10 characters

I was tagged by @a-krelboyne, and I’m always up for talking about my own interests, so thanks for that

Riza Hawkeye (FullMetal Alchemist)

Nick Valentine (Fallout)

Ramlethal Valentine (Guilty Gear)

Kat-B320 (Halo)

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Crona (Soul Eater)

Shogo Makishima (Psycho-Pass)

Vivian (Paper Mario)

Asuka Langley-S[???] (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

June (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

I’ll tag @bonsaicatboy, @commandtower-solring-go, @frenetic-chameleon, and @silviaelric. But if I didn’t tag you and you wanna do it, go nuts. Or if I did and you don’t, don’t go nuts, I’m not your boss

#woof you can really tell what my interests are from this list #I’m not sorry about my taste but I know it’s…acquired #explanations to follow: #1. I can’t think of another character whose appearance in a scene makes me so happy. riza’s damn near perfect in my opinion and I love her #2. nick’s got a level of focus heart and style that fallout 4’s writing was sorely lacking until far harbor…where he got even better #3. listen I love testament but ram is literally my main. also her arc is interesting and she’s cute #4. just…every line. ''you’re in my light commander.'' ''thank you for sharing.'' ''some plans are too good to say no to.'' #5. watching nick straight-man his way through the original trilogy is a lot of fun. he’s smart but he’s also so stupid and I love him for it #6. I love their design I think their weapon is cool as hell and I find their extreme anxiety relatable. wait is that bad #7. honestly my single favorite villain. he’s smart he’s dangerous and he’s also right. his dynamic with kogami and akane makes the show #8. transfem shadow witch who learns to love and stand up for herself? incredible. it’s criminal we haven’t seen her since #9. god she’s interesting. there’s so much to unpack and there’s never enough time to do so. also sorry about this but I like shikinami more #10. from one june to another I too would like to be voiced by jennifer hale

[wonryllis]

the hot dad next door (m) | park sunghoon.

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.

or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.

meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.

genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.

word count. est around 10k or more

warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. more will be mentioned in the actual post.

releasing. very soon!! .. progress update tag

park sunghoon was hot, he was a walking greek god. was single and wore these fitted suits that had you weak in the knees. if that wasn't hot enough, park sunghoon also had the cutest baby girl you had ever come across and it just made him hotter than he could ever have been.

"hey, um .. is ji—" sunghoon stands at the threshold of your open apartment door, one hand holding his creased blazer and the other rubbing at the back of his neck. embarrassed and shy at having to show up at yours looking like a mess after work because his daughter ran off while he was busy on a call and taking out her school bag from the backseat. and because everytime his daughter ran off, it was to the pretty girl next door who gives away sweet cookies all the time.

"is jia here? yeah she's in the kitchen," you answer, smiling soft and knowingly at the worried guy who barely looked like a dad. he worked in a corporate editorial, out before eight in the morning just as you prepared ingredients for your bakery. taking his daughter along to school, her excited voice resonating through the halls talking about how they were going to play with clay in class. around seven in the evening you'd hear her again, this time alone as she would skip over to your door because dada was too slow.

on weekends it'd be impossible to ignore the ruckus they made playing around, sometimes inviting you over for lunch because sunghoon apparently made too much and jia wanted to share her dada's delicious food. on some occasional weekends when he'd be called in to work for a few hours, jia would promise him to stay home and behave only to call you through the landline the moment he'd step out the door. and you would text sunghoon to come over to yours after work, his daughter munching on the new flavored cupcakes you made, unbothered about her dad and his scoldings.

"come on in, i made some almond lime tart, you could give me some feedbacks along with jia. you know she always says it's good and i can never know if it's actually good," sunghoon can't help but chuckle at that, slipping off his shoes by the front and walking inside. his eyes following your figure with a fond look as you tend to his daughter delicately, and might he admit— even more so than him.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids; cue that one time jia was crying her eyes out after school and he had no idea what to do to comfort her, knocking at your door frantically and having his mind blown at how quickly you figured things out and calmed her down.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids, you treat them both so well, always ready to help him out with jia, giving them sweet treats every other day and most of all— you're fucking pretty. way too pretty for him to handle.

FIRST TAGLIST (open.) @s00buwu @lilyuwon @pockyyasii @nctislifue @shawnyle @enhastolemyheart @belowbun @aaa-sia @niniissus @tobiosbbyghorl @imjakes-wifeofc1 @youresolivlie @eun-cherry @kimsunoops @aiden2001 @brownsugarbaybee @pockettwinzz @bangtancultsposts @diorikis @heelvsted @crimnalseung @iselltulips @yzzyhee @woniebae @river-demon-slayer @lovingvoidgoatee @antonsgirlfriend @kpopslover @bugcattie @slut4hee @yunjinswifee @woniefull @nanaheex @soobs-things @dammit-jjk @starlvcieszsq @mnxnii @skylaly @mintdsunoo @uyuchoco @anittamaxwynnn @rikiwaify-blog @kill4jl @ggparkjh @sstephenzz @judeduartewannabe @jungwoneez @aye2611-blog @hybeboyenthusisast @minjaexvz

#enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #enhypen sunghoon imagines #sunghoon smut

[hairmetal666]

They start kissing on stage as a joke.

The night before the first time, they're at an afterparty, pounding shots, and Eddie is reading aloud a piece that just came out in Rolling Stone. "'One of the most noteworthy parts of Munson and Harrington's unlikely pairing is their chemistry on stage. It's like these two men--one on his way to being the latest metal god, the other an indie rock wunderkind--are two parts of one musical whole. Their singing, their playing, even their bodies twine and flow with assuredness; where one goes, the other follows without question. They share a single brain-cell and that cell is music'."

Steve giggles, pours some more Grey Goose into the glass. "If they say that now, could you imagine what would happen if we, like, kissed on stage or something."

"What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie splutters, having just thrown a drink back.

"I don't know, other bands do it!"

Eddie snorts. "I'm cutting you off." He reaches for the bottle and the suggestion is forgotten for wrestling over the liquor.

Steve barely remembers it in the morning. Doesn't think about it at all as he gets ready to go out on stage.

They're playing one of the instrumental breakdowns when it happens. They're leaning into each other, Eddie smiling over his shoulder at him, their eyes locked, bodies moving together. "You wanna?" Eddie mouths at him.

Steve nods before the question actually registers and by then Eddie's warm, soft mouth is against his and he just-- completely forgets what he's doing. His hands still on the guitar strings, and he melts a little, going completely boneless when Eddie grips the back of his head, pulls him deeper into the kiss. t's over almost as quickly as it started, Eddie pulling away and swirling to the mic to start the next verse.

The kiss sinks into Steve's bones, and that's before it becomes a regular feature of their performances. After that night, they're never at the same time during the show, all initiated by Eddie, all over before he can catch his breath; each one chaste and surrounded by people but somehow more intimate than any make out.

He and Eddie, they're friends, bandmates, collaborators. They've known each other since they first started out, forging an immediate connection with they stumbled upon each other hiding out in the garden at some industry bigwig's party. And as much as he loved his friend, never once in that time had Steve considered wanting Eddie.

But now, now he falls asleep with the ghost of Eddie on his lips, goes into each show with a thrum of anticipation, catches himself thinking how beautiful his friend is when he's all rumpled and disheveled from a night in the tour bus bunks.

They've always been easy with physical affection, but once the kissing starts they're constantly in each other's space, idly playing with hair, laying across laps, heads on shoulders, twisting together on the tour bus couch. Steve is ruined with every touch, every moment; he can't get enough.

The first time Eddie uses tongue destroys every last piece of Steve's composure. They've added a new song to the setlist, a remixed version of Eddie's hit "Prince Charming". It's hard, heavy, sexy, one of Steve's favorites. And in the middle of it, right in the middle, Eddie shoves him against a low platform, kisses him like he's trying to own him, tongues twining eager and wet and full of sinful promise. It's like that every show after, Eddie kissing him deep and thorough, like he's trying to lick up every drop of Steve.

He is, unquestionably, fucked. Unquestionably falling. Can't properly fathom how he'd gotten himself here, desperate for Eddie's kiss, as performative as it may be.

They're packing up equipment after a show. Eddie's hair is piled in a messy bun and Steve is trying not to blatantly stare at the curve of his neck, the stray curls against his pale skin. Eddie's gesturing at something, says, "Can you grab those cords, swee--Steve?" He hands them over without thought, notices that Eddie's face is shining red. He's called away to deal with packing the guitars, forgets all about it, but at their next show, Eddie doesn't kiss him.

They don't talk about it.

Eddie doesn't try to kiss him again.

A week after Eddie stops the kiss, they have a night off between shows. He needs to get out of his head, goes out with Robin. He gets back fairly early, but all the lights are off in the bus. It makes him panic in a way it shouldn't; they've always done their own things. Still, he rushes on board, flips on the lights, his absurd heart beating too hard.

Eddie is curled up on the couch, face pressed to the pillows and covered with his hands. The panic kicks up a notch.

"Eddie?" He steps closer, slowly reaching out to grip Eddie's shoulder.

He jerks upright, earbuds slipping free, phone sliding down his hip. "Steve?"

His face is wet, tears actively slipping free from his eyes as Steve watches.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" His hands flutter around Eddie's arms and face, searching for bruises or wounds.

"I'm fine, Harrington," he chokes out. "Though you were out with Robin?"

"Yeah, I was, but Chrissy called. You know how useless she gets. But that doesn't--you--you're crying. What's wrong?"

Eddie's smile is a wobbly little thing, refusing to stick on his face. "Oh, you know, the usual. Fell for the wrong guy."

Steve forces down the gut churning hurt at hearing that Eddie's in love with someone, intent on comforting his friend. He tries to slip his arm around Eddie's shoulders, but Eddie shrugs him off. It jostles Eddie's phone again, slipping it toward Steve and activating the screen. He has a split second where he's looking at the cover of his own first album, before Eddie's snatching it out of reach, scrambling up from the couch.

"I'm fine." He swipes his sleeve over his face. "It's nothing."

And Steve is putting it all together, the being in love and listening to Steve's music, the kissing and how it ended.--

"Eddie." He sounds all wrong, choked and garbled.

Eddie doesn't turn around, is stuffing his feet into his boots. "I'm--I gotta go clear my head."

He walks towards the door and Steve just--"I've been obsessed with you since the first kiss," he says. Eddie stops, hand curled against the door. "We've been friends all this time and I didn't--I never realized. And then we kissed and--it's all I've been able to think about."

Eddie turns then, facing him, expression unreadable."Steve, what are you--"

"I love you. I'm in love with you." It comes out fast, all jumbled, but he can't stand Eddie leaving, not now.

"You--?" Eddie blinks, bites his lip. "That's not possible."

Steve smiles, can't help it. "It is, though. Turns out, I can't get enough."

Their eyes lock; neither speaks. Steve's heart pounds so hard it might spring free of his chest. Eddie moves first, crosses the small distance between them to pull Steve into his arms.

It's not a kiss, but Steve buries his face against Eddie's neck, breathing him in, feeling the echo to the pound of his own heart. "How long?" Steve asks.

Eddie's soft laugh vibrates through him. "Since I saw you walking in that garden and thought, 'jesus christ, Prince Charming is real'."

Steve pulls away to stare at Eddie in disbelief. "But that's--your--the song?"

"They're kinda all about you, Stevie. But that one most of all." Eddie whispers. His eyes glisten.

"Fuck, Eddie." He doesn't mean to whine, but he's not in control of his voice anymore. "I'm sorry I didn't--" He shakes his head. "I'm all yours, Ed. Whatever you want."

Eddie's thumb catches against Steve's bottom lips, eyes transfixed on his mouth. "Everything, sweetheart. I want it all."

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[nervousimposter]

Eddie started finding notes in his locker his sophomore year. The first couple of them, he just tossed without reading. He didn’t need to read what those asshole bullies wanted to say about him. But curiosity won out after two weeks of constant notes and he finally opened one. It was the single most impactful thing he’d ever read. 

I think you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. 

He kept that note. And every other note he got from that point on. If anyone were to ask Eddie what he regretted most in his life, it would be those two weeks of notes he tossed without reading. Ten slips of paper with unknown writing that he wishes he could get back. Add them to his ‘mystery boys notes’ box. And he was a mystery, the note writer. Anonymous. Unknown. Impossible to catch. 

Eddie held out for a month. A whole month before he decided to stage a stake out. He watched his locker like a hawk. In between classes, during classes, lunch, after school and even one absolutely horrible day where he came in an hour before school started. But the mystery boy had to be invisible. He never saw anyone approach his locker but his daily note was always there. And Eddie; poor, unfortunate, infatuated Eddie dealt with mystery boys’ notes from ‘82 to ‘85. Four agonizing years of the most heart-warming, loving notes. 

I wish I was as brave as you.

Did you change your shampoo? Your hair looked so soft today.

God, your eyes have to be the biggest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen. So pretty.

I like how long your hair is getting. 

Saw you walking down the hall today and I’ve never wanted to kiss someone more. 

They started cute. Compliments here and there, even a doodle every once in a while. Hearts and smiley faces. But as the months and years went by, the mystery boy got deeper. Confessions and secrets. 

I think if I had a different dad, we would’ve been best friends.

Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never talked to?

I dream about us. 

I’m a boy. I’m sorry.

I want to hold your hand. Those rings are something else. 

I saw you trying to catch me. Adorable.

I wish I could take you on a date. Not give a shit what my dad would say or what people would think. 

I wish I could be brave enough to talk to you. 

You’re still the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.

I’m graduating this year. I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. I think I’m going to try to figure out a way to keep dropping these off next year. I don’t want you to forget about me.

The notes didn’t continue when the school year started. Eddie was embarrassed to admit he cried that first night. He wasn’t sure how the mystery boy was going to be able to get the notes to him but he fully believed it was going to happen. He went five weeks with no daily note in his locker. And then, it showed up on a Monday. He almost missed it, the tiny slip of paper. 

Sorry this took so long. Had to figure out how I was going to sneak these in here. I don’t think I’ll be able to call you pretty every day of the week this time around but I’m going to try my best! 

And mystery boy was right. The notes were always there on Monday. Just Monday. But Eddie didn’t complain. One note a week after five weeks of nothing almost had his heart bursting from his chest. It also narrowed down his search. Sort of. Mystery boy was either coming in on those Mondays to drop off the note, sneaking in on the weekends when the school was empty OR after school on Fridays. And look, he’s failed to graduate high school two times in a row now but he wasn’t stupid. Did it take him three months after the notes to start again for him to realize who it was? Yes but to be fair, for two of those months it was Eddie wallowing in denial. 

Five weeks into school was when he restarted Hellfire. Three weeks before that was when he brought in those new little freshman sheepies. The same freshman sheepies that got picked up by Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who graduated last year. Steve Harrington who he catches staring at him from his beemer in the parking lot every Friday night before he takes the kiddies home. Steve who he categorizes as someone who is so far out of his league that it just couldn’t be him. But it’s been three months and there isn’t any other former Hawkins high student running around in or near the school. And now that Eddie’s almost certain Steve has been mystery boy these past few years, he can’t wait. He’s been in love with a figure made out of slips of paper for four years and his nonexistent patience has truly run thin.  

He calls for a break 15 minutes before they normally end their sessions. Tells the boys he needs to run to the bathroom and almost sprints out the door. His locker sits in the hallway just around the corner of the drama room. The door closing shut echos through the empty hallways, alongside the squeaks coming from his shoes as he hustles towards his locker. He freezes as soon as he turns the corner. 

Steve probably only had 30 seconds after hearing the door open and shut to process what he was going to do. He could’ve run or hid, maybe pretend like he just needed the bathroom while he waited. But Eddie watched him pause as they made eye contact instead. Watched as Steve looked him up and down. Watched him relax and lean back against the lockers behind him with a lazy smirk. His arm slowly moved up and Eddie could see a slip of paper held between his fingers. Steve didn’t break eye contact with him at all as he proceeded to shove the paper between the vents of his locker. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Staring. Broken when Steve pushed himself off the wall and walked towards him. He didn’t stop. Side stepped around Eddie before they could collide. A faint brush of his fingers along the back of his hand as he walked past him. And Eddie just watched him pass. Just like he watched him slip that note in his locker, he watched Steve walk back down the hall and out the front doors.

He waited only five seconds after the doors closed behind Steve before he jogged over to his locker. Grabbed the note and shoved it into his pocket before running back over to the drama room. Told the guys that they stopped at a decent spot and would meet again next Friday. Walked with them to the parking lot to head home. To catch a glimpse of Steve. And there he was, sitting in his beemer, staring again. This time though, Eddie smiled at him. He smiled at him and pulled the note out of his pocket. Opened it right there in the parking lot while he stared back at Steve. It only took him a few seconds to glance down to read. And as soon as he did, he threw his head back and laughed. Cackled really. He looked back at the beemer and saw Steve with the widest grin. Watched him lift his fingers off the steering wheel and wiggle them at him before he started pulling out of the lot. He looked back down at the note in his hand and chuckled again. Who knew Steve Harrington knew DnD well enough to draw a perfect rendition of an eight sided dice?

Wanna go on a d8? - Steve Harrington xxx-xxx-xxxx

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