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doomsdaybby · 6 months

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Hey, sweet!

I had an idea like, eddie x gf!reader has a fight, it's not one of those super huge fights, but it's still a fight, so eddie leaves his trailer super angry, but when he comes back, he sees reader humping his pillow 🫣

eeee!!!! thankyou so so much for this request 😭 i’m so sorry for it taking this long. I got a little carried away, but I hope that it was worth the wait <3

I don’t proofread so if there’s any mistakes i’m sorrryyyy </3

cw: smut 18+ MDNI!!! oral (f receiving), weed mention

something sweet | eddie munson x gf!reader (2.7k words)

Eddie’s reeboks scuff against the dusty gravel path that led between the trailer park and the adjacent forest. The cool fall wind threatened to bite, just the tiniest amount, as he was blanketed by twinkling stars and one of the brightest moons that shone so brilliantly over the trailer park.

He had missed the fading hazes of plums, violets and roses bleed into the inky black sky above him of the late October evening. A view you both enjoyed together, the days coming to a close, on almost a nightly basis over chaste kisses and lazy comfortable conversation of how your days had gone.

It was just cool enough where the gentle breeze that rustled the changing fall leaves didn’t turn his fingers to ice, whilst still providing the welcome chill to Eddie’s blazing cheeks.

Opting to neglect his signature denim jacket that hung by the doorway back at the trailer, maybe it was for the best. His body was on fire, forehead a hot sticky mess despite the soft bite of looming colder nights.

It was rare that the two of you fought, even rarer to drive Eddie out of the trailer for an hour or two. The pair of you could never ‘agree to disagree’; someone had to be right, and the other had to be sorry.

Eddie had come home rather late post his regular weekly Corroded Coffin gig at The Hideout, a whole three hours late.

He had stumbled through the door still riding high on the lingering adrenaline from a particularly crowded gig, a little buzzed and far too cheery, the greeting of a cold laid out dinner and a seething girlfriend awaiting at his doorstep.

The unwelcome picture of you sat criss-crossed on the couch, arms tightly folded and a series of deep lines crumpling your forehead and brows, spoiling your pretty face, was one he feared to expect.

He had simply lost track of time, that was all.

Thus ensued raised voices and spitefully pointed fingers. Name-calling and an array of curses that had no meaning, ones only meant to hurt in that particular moment hurtled between you.

It wasn't a complete eruption though, both pent up with mix-matched emotions and clashing heads. You were just worn out and lonely.

He hadn't called to tell you. Did he even care that much to let you know he would be late?

Whereas Eddie felt somewhat disregarded, unsupported, walking through the door to such a buzzkill.

Were you even happy that they had a successful show? There would be so many more dinners, and countless future evenings to spend together. Could you not let him off just this once?

So both perceived that they were right, entitled to their titular emotions, and that an apology was owed. The problem lay that neither believed they needed to be sorry.

Of course this led to you petulantly slamming the bedroom door shut to shout a stream of profanity into the pillow, whilst Eddie kicked the front door closed with a heavy thud, pre-rolled blunt hanging loosely from his lips and hands busy tying his hair up in a messy bun.

So when Eddie’s wristwatch read 1:30am and his forehead didn’t pulse as wildly with pent up frustration, he decided it was about time to kiss and make up. Literally, if he was lucky. You were pretty pissed.

But what he wasn’t expecting was creaking open the bedroom door to find you with your thighs straddling his pillow, grinding down embarrassingly helpless against it.

Guess you weren’t that pissed after all.

He should have been hurt, surely? He leaves amidst an argument and he comes back to catch you pleasuring yourself? But fucking hell weren’t you just delicious.

The most beautiful little sounds were escaping your parted lips, faint moans muffled by the sheets beneath you. His name etched onto your tongue like quill ink to fresh parchment, gyrating your hips with fevered purpose, and all was forgotten.

You obviously hadn’t heard him come home, not with the Iron Maiden cassette filling your ears from across the room to set your mood, that and the flooding memories of Eddie’s low wines and breathy grunts. It was almost too much to bear.

Maybe you purposefully wanted him to catch you in the act? Vulnerable and pathetic. His head spun dizzy at the mere thought.

Eddie’s cheeks flushed rouge, the swift swelling of his cock against the material of his jeans becoming too uncomfortable to ignore.

The funniest part of it all is that Eddie knew far too well that solo masturbation wasn’t enough for you, either of you, for that matter.

The orgasm you could give yourself never compared to his touch; rough large palms knowing exactly how to strum you like a fine-tuned guitar, pillowed lips marking every inch of skin they could find, deft fingers tangled in your hair and pushing your thighs up to your chest to fold you in half.

So he watched for a minute or two, unable to deny the throbbing strain of his cock against the zipper.

His whole body was ablaze, absentmindedly rocking his groin along the doorframe for any sort of relieving friction.

He knew that you were getting close. That boy recited your body like his own personal bible, intimately acquainted with every stutter of your hips, every caught breath he had listened to as a hymn song.

He let out a barely held together sigh, lost in his own personal euphoria, teeth biting down on the inside of his bottom lip.

“Eds? You home, baby?” you called from the bedroom, stalling for a moment with your boyfriend's pillow still remaining perfectly placed between your thighs, before continuing a faint see-saw motion for some form of pleasure to linger within reach.

‘Baby’. You definitely weren’t mad anymore.

Eddie stood up straight from the doorway, knocking open the door with a breathy laugh. It was cocky, a hint of even disappointment clouding his tone.

More of a ‘you are in very big trouble’ sort of disappointment, and you had grown very accustomed to that laugh. Just as you recognised that exact arrogant grin he pulled as he entered the room.

“Are you having fun there, my sweetheart?” he pointed to the pillow still prisoned within your thighs.

I mean, could he blame you? It smelt too much like him, in too many glorious ways - the smoky amber of his cheap cologne, the faint remnants of cigarettes and weed, sticky scents of sweat-sheened skin during summer nights.

It encompassed him completely, and it was downright intoxicating.

“Mhm�� missed you” your eyes rounded, peering up at him from the bed with big doll eyes and fluttering pretty lashes, giving the pillow another drawn out grind. Eddie sighed something filthy again at the vulgar sight, his hand snaking down to palm at his painful erection.

“I can see that,” another smug chuckle, shaded sinister in its undertone. “Lay on your back for me, baby. You really thought you would be able to cum without me?”.

Of course you obliged, it was close to humiliating how quickly you discarded the pillow and spread out all sweetly on the bed for him.

Ready and waiting, always at his beckon call.

Eddie relished every moment of it, and holy fuck, he nearly unravelled at the sight of your slick sticking to his pillow, glossy and sweet. Just the same as it pooled to the center of your panties.

The mattress dips where Eddie begins his climb onto the bed, warms hands wandering and anything but chaste, spread fingers mapping the exposed skin of your legs and thighs like new land amongst an uncharted ocean.

Then came the kisses, cupping your trembling flesh, smoothing and squeezing with every loving peck. They were sweet, filled with unbridled affection and pouring with many ‘I love you’s’.

“So pretty,” he murmured with charm, hot breath fanning further and further up to exactly where you needed him, walls clamping down and cunt fluttering with want.

Eddie was never shy with his fondness, ever so syrupy sweet and dripping with candy-covered charisma.

He was tender, nosing at the delicate skin of your upper thigh.

You huff out a shaky laugh when his lips reach the cotton of your underwear, barely exposed teeth grazing the elastic of your waistband.

“Are you mad at me?” The words came out overstrung, considering you were wound tight from your earlier near release and assorted with the anxiety you had upset him, your beating heart had been sent into complete overdrive.

Eddie paused, peering up at you through thick lashes, eyes foggy and filled with a gaze as rosy-colored as cloud nine.

“Not anymore,” he was soothing with it, still very matter of fact, “Are you mad at me?”.

Another kiss, yet this one was loaded with more heat and open-mouthed, sloppy in its delivery, therefore focusing on an answer went out the window in an instant.

Squeezing the warmed dough of your inner thighs, Eddie suckles with purpose, a little mean with his technique but the attentiveness remained nonetheless.

“Not anymore,” you managed in a faltering exhale, hissing a little through your teeth at the feeling of teeth to tender skin.

Eddie hummed, all fingers and thumbs sliding under elastic and cotton, settling his palms beneath your panty line right atop the plush of your hips.

Deft fingertips nursed the hills of flesh there, and Eddie’s attention abandoned your thighs now in favor of that inviting puddle between your legs.

You inhaled hard, the contact of his nose swiping along your clothed bud eliciting a sharp pitched moan, probably one a tad too dramatic for the mere ounce of connection, but Eddie’s mouth pulled into a grin and suddenly you didn't feel conscious about it.

“Pent up, aren't we?” Eddie teased with a pant, hot breath washing up along your exposed abdomen.

You wiggled in response under a hidden giggle, palms shielding your face as you nodded, Eddie’s large hands keeping you spread open for him.

He pressed down to open you up a little more, straightened out farther enough for a peak of that building wetness at your entrance to escape past your panty line.

“Promise you’re not mad?’ Eddie mumbles, more serious and genuine, plush lips tickling the now bruised spot on your thigh to keep you sweet, catching some of your slick with the tip of his tongue, a creeping hand stroking the mound of your naked pussy.

You hiss in a sharp breath through your teeth, rolling your hips into his palm the faintest amount that you can considering his weight.

“Promise,” You bit back a moan, determined to hang on to at least a shred of dignity, hands covering your thrumming cheeks when Eddie finally pulled your underwear to the side, rapid inhaling and exhaling creating erotic movement of your chest.

His eyebrows raise in unison for a moment, a ‘thought so’ sort of gesture. Smug fucker. You could have mentioned it, but the feeling of his wet tongue dipping into the dripping well of your entrance had a breath catching in your throat.

You were sick with it; the already building pressure at the base of your tummy, his searching tongue lapping at your slick folds, crude sopping sounds eliciting from the dip and drag of Eddie’s mouth up and down, up and down.

Finally he finds your clit, taking it kindly between his lips and sucking with true intention. Another moan slips free, shaking beneath his heated touch. It was too much yet not enough.

Completely giddy and nerve endings alight, Eddie’s fingers dig cruelly into the swell of your hips when they begin to lift up off the mattress, escaping his motions whilst never wanting them to end.

Fat melts and molds under Eddie’s touch, yanking a little rough to pull your cunt closer into his waiting mouth.

He suckles and licks, prods and flicks, flattening his tongue every so often to drag from your weeping hole to your clit, collecting every smear of wetness in his path.

“Eddie” you dragged out in a whine, fingers smoothing the loose strands of his hair from his face to see him clearly.

Your boy looked so so pretty. All glass-eyed and heavy lidded, his cheeks dusted baby pink. You could clearly see his tongue lapping at your clit, panting open-mouthed and head bobbing with every stroke.

He looked even prettier with his locks of hair coming loose from the hair tie he’d messily strewn it up in, your fingers aching to delve into every nook, nails seeking scalp.

Though the building release came hurtling quicker when Eddie focused his attention to the very tip of your bud, flicking with precision, pressing the perfect amount.

Eddie groans wicked when you begin to roll your hips, a sheen of spittle and arousal coating around his lips. His chin must be a mess, Eddie knows this for sure as the mixture begins to dribble down the column of his throat.

“Please” you beg, eyes squeezed shut, chasing the building orgasm. “Don’t stop, Eddie, please”.

Eddie mumbles a ‘nuh uh’ against your swollen bud, the added vibrations bringing you closer to the edge, not once changing his pace or rhythm.

He would never, he wouldn’t dare stop. One of Eddie’s favorite things was to watch you completely unravel because of him. His touch, his tongue, his cock.

He knows you’re close, having intricately mesmerized every crease at the corner of your eyes when you were tasting that peak, how your mouth hangs open in concentrated silence.

You almost looked pained, desperate. If he stopped now he wouldn’t see the sunrise. So Eddie instead uses two thumbs to spread your pussy wider, soft clit jutting out and easier to zone in on.

What he really wanted to do was lean back and admire how puffy and wet you were, but you were closing your thighs around his head and pulling him closer by the roots of his hair.

You chanted his name in an ever growing pitch, higher and higher until you were crashing down.

Eddie anchored you to the bed, moaning alongside you as you came in tidal waves onto his tongue. He almost busted in his jeans at the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard you fucking make.

Your aching legs shook around him, that pained expression on your face morphing into agony. But everything was pure bliss.

Eddie slowed his lapping, guiding you back down to earth, eventually transitioning into the smallest kitten licks until you were pushing him away with enclosed fists.

He grinned, a throbbing tent in his pants and a little too pleased with himself. Some overstim every now and then never hurt anyone.

Through bleary half-lidded eyes, you watched as Eddie crawled back into view. Long brunette curls tickled your cheeks, his soaked fingers teasing the edge of your lips.

One by one, Eddie pressed the pads of his fingertips against your wet tongue that was already waiting for him at the part of your mouth, gradually edging the digits in.

Without him needing to ask, you sucked, and you sucked well. A groan of appreciation rumbling in his chest, eyes glued heavy-lidded to the swirl of your tongue and hollow of your cheeks. He reveled in your submission.

You granted him purchase there, settling his plush wet lips just behind your earlobe, against that one particular soft spot to suck hazes of blue and purple similar to that of the midnight sky out the window.

He was a whisper in your ear, gooseflesh rising on your arms and the fire reigniting in your abdomen. “Now get on your knees for me”.

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snowfalltxt · 1 year

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I Wish You Would

Established relationship - Beomgyu x reader

Tags: Angst/Fluff

A/N: I wrote a whole backstory for this but I ditched it (it was the longest thing ive ever written)

Hopefully it’s ok since I changed the pronouns and perspectives literally THREE times 😭

Flashing blue and green in the dark, the alarm clock incessantly blinks; 2am.

You were tossing and turning, desperately trying to sleep. Yet, you were constantly replaying the same ending in your head over and over again which you swore not to do. Even though you know you should move on, doing so felt like slowly cutting yourself to death with paper cranes. ‘I’m so sorry. I’ll never forget you, even in the afterlife,’ you whisper to the desolate air, rewinding the film inside your head to the beginning…

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Sitting together on a park bench underneath a tree, rays of warm sunlight shone through the autumn leaves and into your eyes. The atmosphere smelt like dirt, but it wasn’t revolting. No, it smelt like memories of when you would play in the mud with Beomgyu when you were 7, giving him your weekends purely out of joy. Like when you would roll together down fresh, grassy hills in the cool summer breeze after checking for cigarette butts to avoid.

Even though the sun burning your eyeballs would normally sting, you didn’t mind it too much this time. You could tolerate the slight pain if he were sitting next to you; you could probably tolerate almost any pain with him beside you.

Whenever you would see his face, you would be so happy. Not just because of his physical attributes, but because you saw someone who would transform your bad days into great ones. Someone who comforted you when you needed it, who actually cared for you through the plethora of fair-weathered friends you encountered. Someone who you knew you wanted to spend forever with each time you gazed longingly into their eyes because they felt like home.

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‘How did we get to this point?’ You questioned Beomgyu with salty tears running down your face. Your face was off-colour from stress, and your knuckles being strained from desperately gripping onto the sheets of his hospital bed. You shoved your face into them, since you didn’t want him to see you cry.

Especially not when he’s the one with an illness, and not you. ‘I don’t know. I really mean everything I said though. I hope that you know I’ll always love you. My time is running out, so I hope you can move on and find someone new,’ Beomgyu whispered. His energy was depleting, he tried his hardest to fight but it was no use.

‘How could you ever expect me to move on? I’ve been by your side since the beginning and you just expect me to be fine with all this? Where’s the Beomgyu that I knew who dropped everything he was doing to comfort me?’ You still kept hoping, even though you knew deep down that everything was hopeless at that point.

Your emotions had taken over, your whole world was crumbling and you felt as if someone were hastily ripping a bandaid off you. However, unlike normal bandaids, this one exposed a wound which would never heal. Beomgyu made you the happiest person alive. Now, he’s made you the most miserable person who's dead inside.

Beomgyu was trying to soothe you by patting your head and rubbing your back. You had lost track of time and didn't know how long you had been sobbing, but once you realised that you couldn’t feel Beomgyu’s comforting touch anymore, you looked up at the pulse monitor. ‘Beep…’ Followed by a long silence.

Just like his heart did, you felt your heart stop too.

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It was too late to change anything. Too late to tell him how much he meant to you. You didn’t want his last memory to be of you crying pathetically like that, but you can’t change anything about it.

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httpiastri · 7 months

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thinking about booksmart reader and streetsmart Clem again (because I am book smart-) and I’m just thinking about them being almost glued to each other in the paddock in such adoring and lovesick ways that it literally becomes a part of clems reputation and he’s just now a nerd who loves his girlfriend, and since she’s always a round she ends up getting roped into doing like promo videos and interviews and clem takes any chance he can to talk about how much he adores her and wouldn’t be here without her

loveeeee 🥺 i love this so much 🥺 book smart reader x streetsmart clem is such a good combo!!! this is very late because i started writing when you sent it in but then it got lost in my drafts..... i wrote it in second person, hope u don't mind !! and also there's this one thing that i put in and it's so stupid but i couldn't stop myself 😭 you'll know when you see it....... i will regret it and probably delete it in the morning but i haven't slept properly in weeks so im too tired for my own good

you and clement first met at a mutual friend's party one saturday night. he isn't one to turn down an opportunity for a good time, so it was a given that he'd come along when his friends asked him.

you, on the other hand, had a friend who deemed you to be in desperate need of some relaxation, not wanting to see you spend yet another saturday with your nose buried in your schoolwork. you had told her that you could relax with a good book in your own bed, but she dragged you along to a friend's house, saying that a little alcohol and dancing never hurt anyone.

as clem mingled around the packed living room, his eyes stuck to someone who stood out from the usual partygoers. you were seated on a couch, engrossed in a thick book that you'd hidden from your friend brought in your purse. clem's curiosity got the best of him, and he approached you to ask about the book. he didn't know a lot about literature, but there was something in the way your eyes sparkled and your smile grew when you spoke that made him want to listen to you talk about plot twists and character symbolism for years.

as the night wore on, the conversation seamlessly transitioned from books to other topics, and the two of you found out that you surprisingly had a lot of shared interests. when the music grew louder and the partypeople drunker, he offered you a quiet retreat to the empty balcony. there, under the starlit sky, your animated conversations continued. and when clem mentioned that he was a racing car driver, and you admitted that you were pretty nerdy about that too, you easily slipped into a deep discussion about strategies and tyre deg (im sorry).

chatting with each other was effortless. he made you feel giddy without any alcohol, and you made him feel a sort of calm he didn't usually experience during nights like these. it wasn't something either of you expected when walking into the party – but you were both more than happy it happened.

before the night was over, he couldn't resist asking for your number. you obviously agreed, and as you entered your digits into his phone, neither of you could help but feel that you'd stumbled upon something special amidst the party chaos.

you met up again just a few days later, and then started hanging out as frequently as you could. it was hard to balance your academic pursuits and clem's racing with your growing relationship, but you early on tried to make each other your priorities and make compromises so you could spend as much time together. and maybe that's why it was easy for you to fall for each other.

he quite soon started bringing you along to his races, wanting you to see the sport from a new perspective while also letting you see a new side of him. however, you didn't think he was that different when he was at the race track – but his friends and coworkers around the paddock saw a big difference in how clem was before and after he met you.

he'd grown into a lovestruck fool because of you, and he was not ashamed of it.

clem, once the embodiment of street smarts, had embraced this new chapter of his life with an open heart, wearing his affection for you like a badge of honor. he loved showing you off, talking about you, having you by his side; he wore his heart on his sleeve, and everyone thought it was adorable.

your relationship came with certain habits and rituals. when going to sleep the night before a race, clem would lie on top of you in the hotel bed, head resting on your chest as you'd got one hand brushing through his hair. your other hand would be resting on his back, holding a book you'd bought in a cute little bookstore nearby. your soothing voice reading the words on the pages would lull him into a sweet slumber, and it would be your way of helping him out as much as you could for the upcoming competition.

and before each race, you would steal a quiet moment alone with him in an empty corner of the truck. with his heart almost exploding from the affection, he'd look into your eyes and press a gentle kiss to your lips. "for luck," he'd whisper, his fingers brushing your cheek lightly as a blush crept onto them. your kisses were to him like the fuel was to his car, giving him the power to keep going. and no matter if he'd return after the race victorious or not, you'd rush into his arms, holding him tight and letting him know how proud you were.

and then there were the post-race interviews, where clem couldn't resist gushing about you. you'd become well known around the paddock and among fans for your bright spirits and the way you'd transformed your boyfriend, so it wouldn't be uncommon for you to be brought up in conversations or questions. his eyes would light up, and he'd say "i owe it all to her. she's my good luck charm, my biggest inspiration". the racing community watched in awe as the formerly tough driver turned into a soft-spoken romantic, his love for you shining brighter than any trophy.

also i got this thought about how clem loves to take pictures of you reading because he can go back and look at them whenever he's away and the pics just make him calm when he misses you 🥺

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stonesparrow · 2 years

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so i seriously just need help pinpointing senku’s & ryusui’s ages because at this point i can’t sleep at night (yes this is kinda long sorry :’( didn’t know who else to ask)

starting with ryusui, i’ve seen people hc him at around 20-ish, but here’s what i know:

he’s out of junior high at the time of the petrification, which means he was like 16+ (as expected)

he’s at most two years older than senku, as seen in that flashback of him at the racetrack after getting declined for being under 13 when the childhood friends trio are like 10

he gets depetrified 2 years after senku, making them,,,, the same age now

it’s... pretty hard to believe in my opinion??? this guy was literally shown to have a harem,, there’s no way he’s still a minor. i’m guessing we gotta play two truths and a lie with this one—and i’m betting the lie is that second bullet. i guess the question now is how old senku (and the other two) were in that flashback to give us a new age gap between them.

speaking of senku, the only reason i lost track of his age is bcause i’ve just genuinely lost track of time...

rewind to the start of the america arc, and they arrive at corn city just a tad bit before winter, right? referencing the wiki, that should’ve been the fall of 5742 (aka after senku’s 19th birthday in the january of the same year), which would line up with xeno’s math perfectly. thing is, we’re not shown another winter after the treasure island arc (if i’m correct), so the one they’ve been fighting the clock with should still be... the winter of 5741?

that would make him about to turn 19, which only makes xeno slightly off. then again, the supposed winter that they almost caught never arrived. unless, of course, ground zero was close enough to the equator that they simply don’t have winter there, like where i’m from. at this point i don’t know what to brush off as a continuity error or a lack of my knowledge anymore 😭

all that, plus i actually have no idea how long it’s been since everyone’s revival after the 7-year timeskip (making a perseus 2.0???? how many months would that have taken???) so seasons and times are quite the blur.

kinda makes me wanna map out a complete calendar of events ngl :’)

- 🪴

Anon I really don't know what to tell you, this has haunted me for AGES and I've tried to put together a detailed sequence of events by day and month before but some things just don't click very well and Ryusui's age is one of them. Honestly I'm sorry to disappoint but at this point I hc Ryusui as 21 at petrification (and Sai as 24). Maybe I will get around to making a long post about all the confirmed dates (I've referenced the fandom wiki before but I do feel compelled to do some stupidly meticulous research of my own)

Apologies for such a late and vague answer! I assure you that I constantly think about that one panel with the Childhood Friends and Ryusui's racetrack as well! (I tell myself the shot with the trio is a few years down the road but it's only to make me feel better about not being able to know exactly what's going on)

#dcst #dr stone #dr. stone #ask #dcst spoilers #dcst manga spoilers #headcanons #nanami ryusui #dcst ryusui

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elysian-i · 2 years

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that's fun!! my favorite cousin ghosted my fam in late 2020 and we haven't heard from him since lmao 😭😭

anyways school was alright except 6th period :((

cause i have 5th period science where we did this lab and it was really fun and the first time i actually lost track of time in that class and i was in a really good mood carrying my experiment to next class and i was showing my friend in that class it and my 6th period teacher got mad at me for it and yelled at me in front of the whole class because apparently me showing my friend it, was me "shoving a tiny led light up my friends face which was gonna cause everyone epilepsy"??? when i literally didn't even do nothing. it ruined my whole night tbh.

anywho sorry for ranting!! you don't have to answer this one <3

ghosted— oh goodness 💀

i’m so sorry baby, that’s so awful of your teacher, some people honestly just need an excuse to yell. don’t let that trash teacher ruin your night :)

#idk if you like. wanted me to answer this privately #did you😭#📧 | mailing #lyn bunny ♡︎

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hyunjinz · 2 years

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Idk if winter falls counts as a bside since it had a whole gorgeous ass mv but rn I’m ADDICTED to it!!!! The melody is perfect the lyrics- the mv- everyone’s voices in it- just everything. I feel like the song is perfect for me🥺😍😮‍💨 OKAY BUT YOURE SO RIGHT!! Debut era is so u n d e r a t e d legit every bside is perfect. well I’ll be honest rock is probably my least fav song of theirs but I didn’t say that n the rest more than make up for that Might be my most fav debuts of all time!!! Even their pre debut is so good😤😤💓💗✊ I became a stay around then too!! Somewhere around my pace and I am you!!!🥰🥰

If I had to list my All Time BSide Favs it’d be insomnia, glow, 3rd eye, 19, phobia, booster, silent cry, question, star lost, b me, pacemaker, sunshine- I legit could go on forever bestie they just make Good Songs!!! N I personally think side effects is the most underrated main track- like I get it’s a lot. But. I couldn’t ask for me for a better title n mv n concept n it can never be replicated😍🙈🥰

q: which member(s) do you relate to the most and why, n for the rest what do you admire about them? (You can do ot8 for both or however you want to do it I just think it’s a wholesome idea) -❄️

hi hi! first of all I'm sorry it took me a while to reply! and second of all I'm gonna put this under read more because it's way longer than i thought it would be jsjdjsjs

OH MY GOD ARE YOU CAPABLE OF READING MY MIND?? hdhdbdh out of the bsides you listed here there's two i don't like that much but the rest are literally all my favs 🤣🤣 and yes side effects is awesome too!! that's one of the few kpop songs even my non kpop friends like lmao but i do understand those who don't like it i see why haha

omg i agree winter falls is SO good 😭😭😭 i knew after the first teaser that i will love it :'))) jisung's songs always hit different 🥺

and yess i wish more people would appreciate their debut era. i think it's a very solid debut album. but omg what is this rock slander hdhdhdh okay I'm joking. I've seen a lot of people who don't like rock so i guess it's just my bad taste because i like it 😂😂

okay i think i relate to jisung the most. he's my virgo brother hsbdbd I'm also an introvert like him you know the type to stay at home and watch a movie instead of going out with friends. and when i read the lyrics to his songs it's always as if it was meant for me because he describes exactly how i feel :')) also I'd like to believe I'm funny but i guess i don't really show that side of me on tumblr lmao but lately i started to somewhat resonate with seungmin. I'm the quiet but savage type even with my friends haha

and for what i admire the most about the boys. chan has amazing leadership qualities and i think it's very admirable how he always looks out for the members and makes sure they're okay and included and listens to them. he has such a calming aura to him and i just love this boy. i think everyone needs a friend like him in their lives :')))

for minho i think he's actually super sweet. i LOVE how he shows his love through small gestures like buying food or something :'))) i can relate to this well because i usually have a hard time verbalizing my feelings. and i also love that he shows real concern like in the haunted house episodes of skz code he always made sure lix was okay and that's just so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

and then changbin. i think he's such an interesting person. i feel like there's definitely more to him than what he usually shows. he gives me mature vibes 👀 he's someone i would love to have late night conversations with and hear his opinion about anything. and i love his confidence so much. like pls can he give some of that to me hdhdbd

hyunjin :'))) such a sweet emotional boy 🥺💖 just wanna wrap him in a blanket and protect him forever. i think he's a good listener, someone you could talk to when something's bothering you. and i appreciate his emotional side too i wanna be sappy together shhdhd and his charisma. i just can't take my eyes off of him he's incredible and talented 😭😭 i have so much love for this boy it's hard to verbalize certain characteristics i love about him djjdjd

i already talked about jisung but i definitely love his sense of humor the most. he's just effortlessly funny and brings up the mood! jisung king 👑

felix 🥺 such a sunshine 🌞 he's so positive all the time and bright and happy and even the smallest things bring him joy 😊 he just has so much love in his little heart 😭 definitely best friend material haha

seungmin! i appreciate his honesty. he just says whatever is on his mind but still not in a rude way. and often what he says comes out so funny 😂 and i love that he's so precise and whatever he does he wants to do it perfectly. I'm like that too but i hope he is not too hard on himself like the way i am with myself sometimes. i just think he's very neat and cool 😎

for jeongin I'd also say his maturity. he's the youngest but it often doesn't feel like it. and i also admire his growth as a person and as an idol. he's growing up in front of our eyes gfhfygh and there's also a sense of independency. like even if he's the youngest he tries not to rely on the others too much. and he's such a bean i love him 🥰

okay wow i didn't mean to write a whole ass novel djsjdbd but i had a lot of fun answering!! maybe a lot of these are just assumptions but.. yeah 😂

also you said your bias is seungmin. why do you bias him? has he been your bias from the very beginning? do you have any other biases in skz?

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