#please don't ge me wrong

[rageprufrock]

Hey!

Really appreciating the cultural context posts you are sharing! It is really helping to recontextualize important details!!

So just a follow up to the name post, when we write fanfic, how would you say is the most culturally correct/appropriate way we can write the character's name during narration ('Xiaoshuai stood up.' or something ?) versus how they would call each other ?

Firstly: don't worry, this isn't a matter of being culturally correct or appropriate--it just sounds and lands weird to the Chinese ear. Using it wrong isn't offending anybody or rousing the anger of our ancestors or whatever, it's just a dead giveaway that you don't speak Chinese, which isn't a super huge shock when it comes to international fandom anyway, so truly, nobody needs to get pressed about this in any meaningful way unless you're going to write fan fiction that I want to read, in which case please God get this right so I don't have to back button out of that bitch.

In terms of how you'd use names in regular context, it's never incorrect when referring to someone to use their full name. Chinese family names don't serve the same purpose as Western surnames--they're an intrinsic part of a person's name, not separate from their given name. My parents still call me by my full name, including family name, very frequently, and not even because I'm in trouble.

If you worry that's not giving enough variation in your narrative, you can always default to the given name--if it has two syllables in it. If a character's full name is, to bring some necromancing twink action into it, Wei Ying, I cannot express to you how unhinged it sounds for that character to be referred to, whether by another character or by themselves or by the narrator as just "Ying." However, you can absolutely refer to them as Wuxian, as in Wei Wuxian.

Okay now I'm going to get into advanced weirdness 204: what would you refer to a character by if you're the narrator or POV character, referring to a different character?

If I'm thinking about myself, I am only ever going to think about myself in my full name, full stop. I have literally never thought about myself as anything other than Family Name Given Name in the private offices of my brain, unless I am calling myself a dumbass or something of a similar nature.

If I am thinking about someone else, all the things you might reasonably call that person out loud are things you could call them in the narrative. For example, if I am being a pervert about Guo Chengyu (facts), I could refer to him in a depraved screed about the stuff I want to do to and at him as "Guo Chengyu," as "Chengyu," as "Guo-zong" (Director Guo, presuming his work title), "Guo-shao" (young master Guo), "Chengyu-ge," Bro Chengyu (nonfucky), "Chengyu-gege" (unbelievably fucky), "Chengcheng" (if I want to get punched), "Yuyu" (also if I want to get punched), "Cheng'er" (if I'm some kind of female relative who is significantly more senior to him, but mostly limited to moms and maternal aunts), "xiao-Cheng" or "xiao-Yu" (if I'm an older male with reasonable closeness; this would not be appropriate in a work setting unless the person is significantly, significantly more senior than him and probably only acceptable if they're a friend of the family).

But you can also play with this. So if I have a secret crush on Guo Chengyu, and I'm in his long-suffering rotation of secretaries, I might generally refer to him--out loud and in my head--as Guo-zong (Director Guo), but in my heart, late at night when it's safe and I allow myself to hope, I might whisper "Chengyu-gege" to myself like a complete harlot.

I am aware this did not help at all. 👍

[talesfromnatea]

Section of a fic I won't write out bc I don't have further ideas. But. Definitely currently obsessed with Shen Jiu age-regression slavery reveals so!

Scrambling, Xiao Jiu got on his knees, pressing his forehead to the floor. In the back of his mind, he noticed it was much harder than it should be, that his arms got caught in too-long sleeves that were not as rough as a slave’s garb should be. But that was not the most important thing. “This lowly one apologizes,” he gasped out. “This one didn’t-”

“Shen Qingqiu?” he was interrupted.

His mouth snapped shut.

“Shen Qingqiu, what the hell are you doing?” the voice demanded again, and then a hand grabbed his shoulder and foisted him upright. Pain shout through his body as the whip scars on his back were aggravated. The man in white glared at him. “What’s your game?”

Game? Xiao Jiu would’ve laughed, hadn’t he been so terrified. He had no idea who Shen Qingqiu was, but someone like him didn’t have games. There was only survival. But the master was clearly expecting an answer. But there was no answer he could give that would tell this one what he wanted. No answer that wouldn’t get him beaten for the wrong one.

Fine. If there was no right answer, then he might as well not even try to find one. He opened his mouth to reply when a familiar, gentle voice interrupted.

“Begging the master’s forgiveness,” said Qi-ge, carefully moving in front of Xiao Jiu, making the man release him. Qi-ge’s gaze was on the floor, respectful, and he knelt, lowering himself into a bow, but he remained firmly in place in front of Xiao Jiu. “These lowly slaves do not know what or who you speak of.”

Qi-ge. That stupid, stupid idiot, putting himself in front of Xiao Jiu like that, risking these cultivators’ fury. Once they were alone, he would scream at him for taking a risk like that. But right now, the tremble in his body finally subsidized. Qi-ge was here, too. Then it was fine. Anything was fine, as long as they were together.

The whispers started up again. This time, he could hear them clearly, and there was one word that was repeated over and over again. “Slaves?” The voices were shocked, but some of them were filled with disgust. Of course they were, why wouldn't these rich assholes be disgusted by filthy, rotten little slaves?

Xiao Jiu bent himself into a bow as well behind Qi-ge. Were these people stupid? Obviously they were slaves. And obviously these people had to know that, or else why would they be here! He lowered his head enough that his hair would cover his facial expressions, and only then did he allow himself to scowl.

“Zhangmen-shixiong?” came another questioning voice, but when neither of them responded, another man came up close.

This one wore pale green and white robes, Xiao Jiu could see from the hems near the floor. “How old are you?” he asked quietly.

Qi-ge responded, “This lowly one is twelve, Immortal Master. Shen Jiu is ten.”

“Shen Jiu? Is that your name?”

Xiao Jiu forced himself to nod, once. “If it pleases the masters.” If these people were their new masters, who knew if they’d keep the name. Renaming your slaves was hardly unusual. He would hope it’d be better than Nine, but there was no point to hoping. It wouldn’t be. Any name he was given would likely be crueller than the last.

“And you?” he asked, presumably to Qi-ge.

“This slave is called Yue Qi, Immortal Master.”

“Look at me, please.”

They both looked up, though Xiao Jiu carefully kept his gaze trained on the man’s jaw instead of his eyes. They weren’t… cruel, at least. Not yet. His gaze seemed soft, but Xiao Jiu knew better than to trust that. The ones who looked the nicest were always the worst.

“This one’s name is Mu Qingfang,” the man said. “I am the Peak Lord of Qian Cao Peak. And I presume you both have no idea how you got here?” Wasn’t that one of the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s peaks? Where were they?!

Qi-ge shook his head. “Is Master Mu these lowly ones’ new owner?”

“What the fuck?” one of the cultivators exclaimed. She was ignored.

[eternal-adoration]

So you know how many of the jjk men like to tease…? Autistic reader who can’t tell they’re teasing pls 🙏🥺

Such a great concept, anon! I don't know much of autism, just that it's a spectrum, so I hope I've written this well! Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted a SMAU, so I'm just doing a regular thing <3!

JJK men x Autistic!reader

ft. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro

TW: angst, hurt to comfort

pt. 1(?)

A/N: This isn't necesarilly autistic!reader coded, this can count for everybody! also i dunno if I'll make a second part, but we'll see.

Satoru Gojo

You were out with your boyfriend, Satoru, to a café in a more quiet part in Tokyo after a long business trip he had to take. He held your hand in his, fingers intertwining while sitting next to the other as you both looked at the menu to see what drinks and foods sparked your interest the most. You pointed at something on the menu, it was a pancake sandwhich shaped like a cat! It was absolutely adorable in your eyes, and you just had to show your boyfriend!

"Satoru, look! A pancake sandwhich shaped like a cat!"

The white haired sorcerer chuckled softly upon your excited chirping. He peered over your shoulder to see the food item that got you so excited. A little smirk formed on his lips as his sunglass-covered eyes scanned the picture

"A pancake sandwhich, huh? You're really lettin' yourself go, babycakes."

Satoru commented as he kissed your cheek. He didn't hold any malice in his tone, he was just teasing you. But to you, it felt like he thought you were gaining too much weight. You placed the menu card down, and got up. Mumbling you had to go to the bathroom. Satoru noticed the look in your eyes. But before he could ask anything, you already went to the restroom. Satoru decided to wait for you to come back, not thinking much of it. That was, until you were in the restroom for longer than usual, which made him grow concerned. He grabbed his phone, texting you.

.

"Mochi? What's taking so long?"

.

After a couple seconds, Satoru noticed you read his text, but you didn't reply. He knew you only left him on read if you were either multi-tasking or if you were mad at him. He assumed the latter.

Meanwhile, you were crying in the bathroom stall, thinking your boyfriend thought you were getting too fat for his liking. You tried to calm yourself down by playing with your rings, but it didn't help much. In the midst of your crying session, you could hear a familliar knock on the door of the women's restroom and a soft voice speaking from behind it.

"Honeybun? Are you there? Can you come out for me, please?"

You let out a shaky sigh, stepping out of the stall. You quickly washed your face and dried it with a paper towel before stepping out, avoiding your boyfriend's concerning gaze. He gently took your hand and lead you out of the cafe to a side alley before speaking

"What's wrong, sweetpea? Did something overwhelm you? You can talk with me, I'll listen"

Satoru stated, a soft smile on his lips as he tried to comfort you by rubbing a thumb over your knuckles, waiting patiently as you gathered the courage to voice your thoughts.

"Toru? Do you think I'm gaining too much weight for your liking?"

You avoided his widening gaze when the words fell from your lips. Satoru was silent for a second before speaking up, his voice soft

"What? Of course not, babycakes! You're perfect to me, so what makes ya think that?"

A lump you didn't know was in your throat got swallowed as a red blush crept on your cheeks from embarassment and endearment. Of course Satoru thought you were perfect, he always told you that. But his words just felt so mean to you..

"Well.. When we we're ordering and I showed you the pancake sandwhich, you said I was really letting myself go.."

Your boyfriend's blue eyes widened as guilt slowly filled them, he totally forgot that you had a hard time taking hints like sarcasm and teasing, taking things often too literally. He carefully wrapped his arms around you, holding you in a gentle embrace as he hid his face in your hair

"I'm so sorry, babycakes. I was just teasing you.. Didn't mean to make ya feel bad 'bout yourself.."

He mumbled, kissing the crown of your head. You hugged him back, sighing as you hid in his chest. You both stayed like that for a while until Satoru spoke up, a smile on his lips

"Cmon, babycakes. Let's go get those pancake sandwhiches. I'm starving"

It's save to say that Satoru would be trying his best to hold back his teasing comments for your own sake and self-esteem

Suguru Geto

Suguru walks after you in one of the bustling malls of Tokyo. Your boyfriend was internally disgusted by all the filfthy monkeys around you both, but he didn't let his distaste show. After all, today was supposed to be a fun shopping outing for the both of you since he has been preoccupied lately. Meanwhile, you happily gaze at the shop displays to see which shop you wanted to see first. Eventually, a cute display caught your eye. It was a beautiful layered dress with white frills at the edges. You headed towards the display and showed it to your raven-haired boyfriend

"Suguru, look how cute that dress is! Wouldn't it fit so well with my new shoes?"

Suguru switched his gaze from your beautiful face to the shopping display. He let out a soft huff, imagening you in that dress. It wasn't exactly your everyday style, but he knew you could make anything look good.

"Someone's feeling a little bold today, isn't she?"

Once those words left his mouth, you couldn't focus on what he was saying next. Did he think you wouldn't look good in it? Did he hate the dress? Was he making fun of it, of you??

Your racing thoughts distracted you from how he said you'd look good in it. Your feet simply dragged you away from the display. Suguru's eyebrows knitted together in concern as you suddenly left without a word. What happened? He couldn't tell. Your boyfriend wasted no time in following after you.

"Darling, what's wrong? I thought you said you liked the dress? Don't you want to get it?

He was met with silence, which he didn't like. He firmly grabbed your wrist, but still making sure not to hurt you.

"Sweetheart, I asked you something. The least you could do is answe-"

You suddenly pulled your hand out of his grip, telling him to leave you alone as you ran into the busy crowd. Suguru was concerned, what happened? Did he do something wrong? He honestly couldn't tell. When he tried following after you, he eventually lost you in the large crowd. Frustration and concern bubbled up inside him. The raven-haired cult leader sent out some of his smaller curses to search for you across the mall.

Meanwhile, you were infront of some sort of bookstore, panting heavily from how fast you were running. You felt like crying. Suguru's comment made you confused. He never said something like that to you, so it made you feel sad. You knew you shouldn't have just run off like that and give him an answer, but your emotions got a hold of you.

Still upset, you decided to head to a cafe across the bookstore and order yourself something to cheer yourself up. You sat on a sofa and ordered your favorite. A few minutes later, you got your drink and were about to enjoy it as much as you could until you noticed something out of the window.

It was one of Suguru's curses, jumping and pointing at you. In the distance, you could see Suguru approach. When he saw you through the cafe's window, he seemed relieved. Suguru flicked his wrist and the curse dissapeared as he made his way inside.

You sheepishly averted your gaze, your eyes filled with guilt. Suguru sat next to you and wrapped and arm around your waist, pulling you closer

"Oh, sweetheart. You're alright.."

His voice was filled with relief as he tenderly kissed your forehead before placing a hand on your soft cheek, his eyebrows still slightly furrowed.

"Why did you run away, love? What's going on? I wan't you to tell me the truth."

A sigh escaped your lips, averting your gaze as he cupped your face so tenderly. It made you feel bad about not telling him before.

"Well, when I showed you that dress, you said I was getting bold.. Do you think I'd look ugly with the dress, Sugu?"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows raised, realizing why you reacted like that so suddenly. He felt stupid now. He completely forgot you can't easily tell when someone's just teasing you.

"Oh, Y/N, I didn't mean it like that! I was just teasing you, I think you would look wonderful in that dress, my pretty girl."

Your cheeks reddened a little, feeling silly because of the way you reacted..

"I'm sorry, Sugu.. I should've told you earlier instead of acting so childish.."

Suguru smiled softly, kissing the top of your head while rubbing your back tenderly

"It's okay, pretty. 's not your fault." he mumbled, grabbing your hand in his.

"Let's go back to that store, and you can try out that dress to see for yourself how pretty you'll look, alright?"

And with a smile, you nodded. Quickly paying for your drink before walking hand-in-hand with Suguru to the shop. Guess this day will have a good end after all.

Toji Fushiguro

You and Toji had been dating for a while. You were aware of what he did, and that he wasn't always home because of it. But you didn't mind taking care of Megumi when he wasn't there, you loved the kid with your whole heart!

Today was one of those rare moments when Toji was home. Megumi was fast asleep and you two decided to have a cozy night in, watching TV. Though, you weren't really focused on the show in front of you, instead, you were talking Toji's ear off about a comic series you read with Megumi the other day. Toji listened to your every word, though it didn't look like he seemed interested, he was, really. He was happy whenever you and Megumi found something you both enjoyed, it made his heart swell despite the aloof exterior he always tried to keep.

Middle into your info-dumping session, Toji interrupted you

"Yeah, ma, sounds really interestin'. How 'bout we continue watching the movie, yeah?"

To Toji, it didn't feel like he said anything wrong, he just wanted you to also focus on the movie a little since you kept on asking him to see it. But to you it felt like he was dismissing your info-dumping. A seed of insecurity was planted into your head as the idea of Toji finding your constant chatting annoying gnawed at the back of your mind. So much to the point that you just zoned out.

Toji looked down at you, mindlessly staring into space. He waved a hand infront of you, but when you didn't react he called out to you

Eventually after the fifth time of him calling, you snapped out of your 'trance'. You looked up at Toji who seemed a little concerned

"Hey ma, y'r alright? You were kinda out of it just now"

You gulped, nodding your head while averting your eyes. You didn't feel so good, so you got up, saying you had to go to the bathroom.

Toji was a bit concerned, but he figured you just needed to wash your face or something.

So when you didn't come out the bathroom after 15 minutes, he got up and knocked on the door, being careful to not wake Megumi who was asleep down the hallway

"Everything good there, ma? You been there for a while now.."

Truth be told, everything was not good. You couldn't help overthinking about what he said, which lead to you subconsciously scratching your lower arms. You didn't hear Toji calling out for you until the door was suddenly kicked open.

There in the doorway stood Toji, who got onto his knees infront of you, holding your hands

"Hey, hey, ma. What's wrong, huh? Why y'r scratchin' yerself? Come on, talk to me, sweetheart."

You managed to look up at Toji, blinking a few times and taking some deep breaths before speaking

"It's.. It's just- God, Toji- do you think I'm.. annoying? That I.. talk too much?"

The raven haired man's eyebrows knitted together at that question, one of his hands went to caress your cheek with his thumb while the other still held your hand

"Hah? Course not, ma. What makes ya think that?"

You look down at your hands before looking back up at Toji. God, you felt so embarassed, and for what? You didn't know. You let out a shaky breath before replying

"Well.. When I was talking to you about the comics I read with Megumi the other day, it felt like you were dismissing me cause I talk to much.."

Toji let out a huff when you said that, though it wasn't one of annoyance. He gently wrapped his big arms around you, bringing you close

"I'm sorry, dollface. Didn't mean to make you feel that way. I love hearing ya talk, ma. But I wanted to have you focus on the movie 'cause you kept asking to see it with me."

That made your cheeks flush in embarassment, you hid your face into Toji's chest, mumbling apologies which earned you a gentle swat at the back of your head from Toji.

"Don't apologize, dollface. Now, how 'bout we watch the movie another time and you tell me all about those comics, yea?"

When Toji saw you nodding your head, he grinned and picked you up over his shoulder, which made you squeal in surprise. The assasin went to grab the doorknob, but then realized that he had kicked it down...

Guess you two will have to go door shopping tomorrow..

[yanderes-galore]

Naruto Uzumaki romantic Headcanons if you please~😊

I'll try! I haven't finished Naruto but I think I have a good grasp on his character. Enough to give him general HCs at least.

Yandere! Naruto Uzumaki Concept

(General Concept - Shippuden Era)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Fear of abandonment, Violence, Possessive behavior/Jealousy, May be canonically inaccurate, Kidnapping, Isolation, Biting, Forced relationship implied.

Naruto, like most protagonists or heroes, falls into the protective yandere category.

He has expressed a want to feel validation by his community.

He's also rather dedicated to saving people, even if they used to be foes or have become foes.

Hell, most of Shippuden he's trying to find ways to save Sasuke.

While Naruto is often loud and mischievous, he's very caring.

I imagine, towards a crush, Naruto is naive/childish.

He hasn't actually been in a relationship and spent most of his childhood hoping Sakura likes him.

So when he gets a new crush, he's still relatively new to the idea of actually being in a relationship.

Naruto is insecure about himself and his strength to protect at times.

That and he may also be nervous about his obsession not liking him.

Naruto's a sweetheart, don't get me wrong.

Although he tends to work extra hard to impress his obsession.

In his youth he was used to competing for attention.

Any attention was good attention, which is why he pulled all those pranks.

With his obsession, even when older, he still feels he has to compete to have your attention on him.

Which leads to some passive aggressive, if not hostile, moments with other people.

He's competitive in nature.

He was always like that when he was younger, especially with Sasuke.

Overall he's a competitive yet protective yandere that would do anything to be acknowledged by his crush.

Although, I'd also argue he can be possessive due to Kuruma.

A personal HC of mine is I think, due to him having the nine tails inside him, he expresses animalistic behavior when worked up.

I believe we actually see this in the show when he gets worked up, he ends up tapping into the fox's chakra.

So, imagine if he snaps, he does the same thing?

It could be anything from you getting hurt to someone taking you from him.

Maybe it involves the Akatsuki, or some other threat.

That or maybe it can happen on a smaller scale where his pupils change and he growls a bit when jealous?

Either way, times like those are terrifying because he can drop his restraint just enough to cause damage.

After he drives off someone he perceives as a threat, he no doubt has some blood on his clothes and skin.

Not only that but no one can pry you away from him once he latches on.

Naruto is dedicated to protecting since he's scared to lose you like he did with those closest to him.

There would be times when he defeated a foe or even multiple foes to protect you.

By the time someone found you two, Naruto would be tightly wrapped around you, growling at those who get too close.

It's hard to ignore those orange pupils of his, ones so much more animalistic and feral than his usual blue.

There's times when Naruto can be an animal when it comes to protecting you.

He's lost too many close to him and hates the idea of being alone.

It's natural he'd cling to you, right?

As I said before, Naruto would try to be sweet with you.

If someone else was hitting on you, he'd try to do it better.

Someone else giving you a gift? He can do it better!

Someone inviting you to hang out? Well, he's already made some plans!

Naruto may even be a bit delusional.

For example, if you invite him out to eat or train... He'd take it as a date.

He'd be so overjoyed, too.

You want to date him! Yes!

He's been waiting for so long.

Although, if you try to clarify later, he ends up giving you puppy eyes.

"What do you mean we aren't dating!?"

He'd be so distraught... he may even get you to attempt a date with him just to make him happy.

Naruto also seems like a very affectionate yandere.

He'd want to hug you and kiss you all the time, nuzzling into your neck whenever he sees you.

I can't help but think he bites, too... only when upset, though.

Would Naruto kill over you...?

... perhaps.

I think he'd only make any sort of attempt at that if they were a threat and were going to kill you.

Even then, he'll have to snap for that to happen.

He doesn't kill out of jealousy.

He more just ends up aggressive, growling at those too close like some sort of feral fox.

Would he kidnap?

If he's scared he'd lose you, I can see it.

He'd probably start by saying he's keeping you somewhere for your own safety...

But, surprise!

Now you're chained to a bed and he's already asking excitedly about dates or even marriage.

He's so delusional at times he doesn't realize you dislike the situation.

He's so busy cuddling you and "protecting" you that he doesn't realize you're scared.

That or he ignores it.

All Naruto wants is to be loved and protect the one he loves...

He'll do anything to have you all to himself...

If it means trapping you in a shared home to protect you... or if it means getting blood on his hands... he doesn't care as long as you're all his.

[allpiesforourown]

After recently seeing one of those tattoo asks regarding asshole roommate binghe au I've been having severe brainrot and I'm slowly cooking a perhaps a bit ooc fanfic but I need your thoughts.

SY having super off perception of himself and confronting it with what Airplane bro and his meimei tell him and he gets pissed and huffs and puffs and in a fit of a momentary bravado ignited by feeling wronged he goes and gets something edgy nobody would accuse him of having, e.g. nipple piercings (i love gap moe and as a fellow thin faced supposedly serious person i love that they are so lowkey and easy to hide until they aren't). He probably only gets one though before it sinks in what he just did and all of the consequences hit him like a bus. Yadda yadda Binghe has to help him clean the piercing for at least 2 weeks but of course he needs to make sure it heals properly and doesnt get infected so it becomes their routine and they both suffer from getting all close and personal with his nipples (Binghe probably also cries a lot thinking how it must have hurt and how could anyone with a conscience agree to doing this to SY and barely contains his bloodlust because not only this random person hurt him but got to see him shirtless? Touch his nipple? More than once? Witness him gasp and shudder and who knows what else???). Bonus points if Binghe is on the brink of insanity, eventually gets drunk, pulls Hua Cheng and gets that womb tattoo but it's traced from Yuan-ge's actual signature from like, idk, their super platonic valentine card exchange from 10 years ago or their apartment rental contract or something crazy and thus can't get laid anymore because it truly was the last straw for all of his girlfriends and fwbs.

Sorry for being feral, idk if it even sounds coherent but I love seeing these guys put into situations.

Also regarding the "possible consequences in case he need's MRIs", I'm gonna say implant grade titanium jewelry and hope for the best because in that case I'm literally in the same boat as him. Or glass retainers? I'm sorry Pie I respect you so much and care for your opinion like you're Shizun himself but no matter how unrealistic this whole scenario is please let me have it 😭😭😭

+ i can imagine Binghe easily going overboard and buying him more and more over the top jewelry once he graduates from the bars he was pierced with

I'm laughing so much at this anon. You don't need to apologize we're all freaks here. Shen Yuan should get a matching womb tattoo of Binghe’s signature too actually

Okay but for real when shen yuans nipple piercing hurts and he puts something cold over it binghe has the mental image of taking it in his mouth and massaging it with his tongue and has to run into their washroom and turn the an ice cold shower on immediately without even taking off his clothes. Shen yuan runs in after him and asks what the hell he's doing and binghe goes oh you know. Just chilling.

[reijisteacup]

What I really...need.

Reiji Sakamaki x reader 

(angst, fluffy ending)

Synopsis: You and Reiji have a very complicated relationship... will Reiji admit his feelings for you or will he continue to shove his desires behind a “perfect image.”

“You are despicable, how could I possibly want someone who is a low class mere mortal. You think you deserve my love, even a stable minded mortal would understand that a vampire and a mortal can't be.”  Your eyes welled up in tears as you heard the words come out of Reiji’s mouth. The tears trailed down your neck as you racked your brain with an answer for this stubborn man that you unfortunately fell in love with. “ Are those tears coming out your eyes, how pathetic of you to think I would fall for someone so wretched..hm it seems you don't even have tough skin either how unfortunate how deplorable can you be?”  You looked down, hearing him chuckle and laugh at your despair and misery. Without a second longer you raised your hand and slapped him across the face. Silence. You could hear the slap ring and bounce off the walls of the room. You turn to leave the room and before you leave the lab, You pivot your head and with tears streaming down your face you find the courage to say, “For someone who lives to be perfect and to protect the family name, you sure do know how to taint it. Do you think Beatrix would be pleased to see this from you? No wonder she paid attention to Shu. Ironically you  are just like her.” You breathe out and quickly scurry away sniffing to your room. The silence was thickening after you left. With no time to regulate your feelings or process the situation you quickly pack your bags and think of a way to escape. He doesn't want me. He has made that very clear so why stay and get criticized. "Maybe it is for the best that I leave since he wants me gone." You take your leave on this snowy night and try to make ends meet since you are now homeless and cold with nowhere to go…

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Days and weeks passed and Reiji was getting worried. The mansion wasn't the same as before and he hates to admit it but he missed you dearly. He’s tried looking for you, yearning for your affection that he has never experienced before. Abandonment, this is what made Reiji tick and it was all his fault. He had nobody to blame but himself. Maybe he isn't as perfect as he thought he was. “For someone who lives to be perfect and to protect the family name, you sure do know how to taint it.” Your words replay in his head over and over again. He couldn't believe someone with a low rank could make him feel so little. But even for him he knows that what he said and did was wrong and if he could,he would make it up to you, he just couldn't find you. He worried himself to death about you, wondering where you were, what you could be doing, if you were safe, if you were healthy or even perhaps happy without him. He set out familiars to find you, to bring you back to him. It got to the point where he looked out of place. Distressed. Imperfect. and…Lonely. Some things he is used to but never seems to remember the feeling when it occurs every now and then. You were his light, and he dimmed it. The only person to give him love despite his words towards you. It reminded him of someone..”Ironically you are just like her.” The thought of that plagued his mind and he absolutely hated it. It stung to potentially be the same person he once craved attention from but deep down he knew it was the truth. You craved his attention and he did nothing but ignore you. 

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The front doors slammed open as familiars brought you in. You were injured and in dire need of medical assistance. Reiji, quick on his feet, brought you into his lab and tried to make you healthy again. You were suffering from anemia and you had frostbites in some areas. The winter taking a huge toll on your body.  He stayed by your side and tended to your injuries as gently as possible. He slept by your bed and never left. As he watched you from his seat next to you he studied your expressions and guilt started to cloud his mind. It ate at him. “I know you can't hear me. You look so precious as you sleep. It seems I havent been treating you well at all and I know I dont deserve you but I wish for you to wake up for me. I need you. I missed you, your face, your eyes, your laugh, your smile,...and even your goofiness. I miss it all and I took you for granted.  Please wake up for me.” But you didn't wake up, in fact you didn't wake up for days, but he still waited and tended to you every night. Day in and day out waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him with the affection he so desperately needed from you. “Reiji…” Reiji quickly stood up from his chair and immediately went by your side. He got on his knees and begged for your forgiveness, something you have never in your time living here would ever see from the “perfect” vampire. “I apologize my love, I didn't know what I had until I almost lost you… I understand if you don't want anything to do with me but I would appreciate it if we can start over and have a clean slate please. I deeply regret my actions and how I treated the one person who actually looked my way and for that, I need you. “ I need you.  Something you felt was weird coming from him. The man that despised mortals needing a mortal sounded ghostly. But looking at his magenta eyes and seeing the guilt all over his face you hate to admit it but you needed him too.

================================================= You smile as you were in the kitchen cooking dinner until you felt cold hands wrap around your waist and felt gentle kisses peppering against your neck. You squeaked at the cold feeling and jolted up. “Reiji! Jesus you scared me. You're so cold.” You whined as your heated body contrasted from his colder one. “Hmm.. You looked delectable dear. I missed you..” He hummed in your ear. Your face grows red as you can feel his breath against your neck. He chuckled and continued to tease your neck and started to nibble your shoulder blade. You feel yourself leaning into his chest forgetting about the now overcooked food on the stove. Reiji kept his eyes on the stove watching the food burn.  “Hmm…You're letting the food burn my love. Do I need to discipline you again on being attentive darling?…” He slowly kissed up your neck and whispered in your ear, “...You would like that wouldn't you..” He turned off the stove and placed you on top of the counter and slowly kissed down your body until his knees hit the floor as you blushed looking down at him.  I need you my love.

[mommy-mortis]

"Misunderstood"

Remmick x Black!reader

Prompt: Car broke down in the middle of nowhere

Because of this poll

… But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Your car begins to kick back on the slippery road as you try to safely stop it; putting it into park on the side of the road, your mind drifts back to the gas station you had just gassed up at.

You could feel in your bones that something was wrong there; the way the gas attendant looked at you, the color of his hat and the flag that sat right behind him. You should have just driven right past them but you needed the gas and getting caught in snow like this would definitely kill you, so you kept your head down, and ordered your gas.

“What’s a fine young Negress like you doin’ in parts such as these?” You Ignore his crude questioning and instead pay for the gas and leave. You jump in your car locking the doors as quickly as you can while the other gas attendant fills your gas. You turn around to see what’s taking him so long, but before you can completely register what he’s doing with the bottle of water in his hand the gas attendant from inside the station rushes forward towards your car.

You try to focus on your steering wheel as he slaps his hand on the roof of your car “You just going to ignore me? Fine bitch.” He gets up real close to your car. At first you think he’s going to smash the window and try to pull you out but when you don’t hear the window shatter you don’t understand what he’s doing until the tip of his dick hits your window “Get goin nig-” you can guess what he’s about to say but you don’t wait.

You sped off without thinking twice, now you know they did something to your tank, as you close the cap to the tank back up you see headlights in the distance. Your first thought is to wave them down for help but your heart is telling you to hide, so you listen to your heart and you run into the forest. The sound of your feet crunching on the frozen forest floor echos around you. You’re far enough to see your car but not close enough to instantly be spotted. You wait and pray that if it’s them they aren’t smart enough to follow your tracks.

A tow truck pulls up next to your abandoned car, you almost run back to asks for help but stop dead in your tracks when you notice the guy in the hat in the passenger seat. You know right away that it’s them. Rope in hand they don’t waste any time filing out of the truck, making a beeline for your car. The one who had rubbed his dick all over your window grabbed for the passenger door handle wrenching it open like it had personally offended him.

They soon realize that you’re not there and began to scream out into the abyss that was the forest and your cover, “Come on Negress, we won’t hurt you... much!” The one who had did something to your gas tank laughed “I hear Negress pussy is especially hot so if you’re real nice like we’ll even let you live… maybe!”.

You were shaking now, not knowing whether or not you were going to make it out of this alive. Just then you hear one of the men yell out, “Hey I found some foot prints!” Your stomach drops and you almost lose your dinner right there, but when you look to see where they’re coming from, you notice that they are going in the opposite direction of your location.

Could there be someone else here? They could be in danger just like you?

The sound of breaking bones rings out into the forest before the guttural screams of the men that had wanted to hurt you erupts in a symphony of pain and fear, echoing all around the forest, ‘Did they run into a bear?’ It would serve them right; you don’t know how many lives they have taken but they seemed seasoned enough to fuck with your tank without you noticing.

You sit in the cold for a beat, the men seem like they’re not coming back so you make a decision.

You can hear the sound of the tow truck in the distance; they didn’t even think to turn it off before getting out. This could be your chance to get away, so you pick up your feet moving quick as your body will allow you, the cold air whipping against your face. You can feel the tears that are frozen on your face; you make it to the truck.

You’ve never done this before but you’ve played gta and saints row so how hard can it be; you start by lining the tow truck up with your car, you get out of the truck to hook your car up. You’re still scared but more than that you are determined and if the world permits it, you will see another sunrise.

But for right now you have to focus on getting the car set up; just as you thought, it wasn’t too hard. You just hitched the hook on the truck to your car, now all you need to do is put your car into neutral, then you’ll be good to go.

You hear a branch break in the distance and since you’re not some cliche horror victim you pay it no mind; instead you put your car in neutral, lock the car and rush back to the truck.

Jumping in the tow truck you lock the door behind you and fasten your seat belt; that’s when in the peripheral of your vision you see a man smiling back at you. He sat relaxed in the passenger seat not making a sound, he hadn’t been one of the men at the gas station. Matter a fact he didn’t really look like a man, at least not a human one.

There was something wrong about him and it wasn’t just the blood caked all over his face and hands. It was his eyes, that at first you thought were just a dark color, but on closer inspection you see how dilated his pupils are; filled with a deep red hue that shined unnaturally, then you notice his teeth. They’re sharp as if they had been carved that way, but they were too long for that to have been the case, finally there was his fingers, (Yass fresh set bestie) you let out a light laugh and want to smack your head against the steering wheel; you were going to die and the first thing that came to your mind was fresh set bestie?

You always knew you weren’t long for this world, but this was a new low; is it bad that you feel relived that a least you weren’t goin’ to die by the hands of those racists? You look over at your new passenger pal and since you had nothing to lose but your life, you decided to smile right back at him.

He may be a homicidal monster but you had a feeling he was the homicidal monster that saved your life, so why not make friends. You reach into the pocket of your coat and hold out one of the handkerchiefs you kept on you for times like this, when a regular tissue napkin wouldn’t do.

His smile wavers while taking the cloth from your hands, you hear him give you a thanks but it’s muffled by the blood stuck in his throat. You don’t mind, it happens to the best of us, you guess, well if you were going to make a new friend there was no time like the present.

“Hello may I have your name?”

“Remmick” he says, short sweet and to the point. So you match his energy; he rolls your name off his tongue like it’s been a while since he’s even talked to another person.

“Boy am I glad that you showed up, I would have been in real trouble. I think those men that were looking for me meant business” you give a giggle as he just stares at you.

“I think they really wanted to hurt me. I really would have hated to lose my virginity that way, I’m not a full virgin but what’s a blow job or two between friends.”

A smile returns to his face not the toothy one you had first saw him with but a closed mouth one.

“I’m sorry I’m I talking too much, I wouldn’t be offended if you ran away to get away from my chattering. I get that a lot…” a crease appears between your eyebrows.

“Not at all girl, you got the voice of an angel” he must have noticed your shift in mood. ‘Was the monster trying to humor the lonely girl how fuckin’ Disney of him’ You take a peek out the windshield; you might have had a chance to get home tonight but with the blizzard picking up you’d be dead before you even hit the highway.

“You’re so sweet Remmick, I had planned to borrow this truck to get back home but looking at the weather, it just wouldn’t be safe, do you live around here?” He nods “Would you mind if I stayed the night just until this weather lets up? I don’t mean to be a bother”.

“Oh darlin’ it’s no bother at all. Just switch seats with me and we can get this show on the road.” So you change seats. As you buckle up he revs up the engine. You don’t know how he can see thought all this snow but he takes you to a little cabin in the woods. Parking by the wood pile he helps you out the car like a gentleman; you shiver at how cold it is when you exit the truck.

“You’ve already helped me with so much already Remmick but can I ask you for another favor?” you walk him over to the back of your car and point to the extra large duffle bag in the trunk of your car; you had gotten it cause it could hold up to 200lb of luggage. It was kinda expensive but worth it

“It’s really cold out tonight, too cold to just leave this outside can you please help me carry it inside?” He tilts his head but does as you ask lifting the bag up as if it weighed nothing at all. You grab a smaller bag filled with toiletries and extra sets of clothing. You stop at the lip of his door “May I enter your humble abode?” He smiles at your politeness, you didn’t have to ask for permission but you weren’t quiet sure what he was. There was no reason to make an enemy out of a friend, from what one could assume to be a small offense

“Girl come in” he chuckles, “You got the manners of a saint; where they teach you that at?” You smile at him as you walk inside his home “I was sent to an orphanage when I was younger” you look down at the floor for a second, “That was until I was kicked out” You try to wave off the sadness in your voice “No matter though, I just didn’t fit in.” Nodding he directs you to a basin of fresh water. You wash your face and underneath your arms the best you can, putting lotion on so your skin won’t dry out. You change out of your clothes, and maybe it’s from past experience but you don’t think to cover yourself as you pick out your night clothing, not until you feel Remmick watching you.

You turn to see him drooling enough for the spit to hit the floor. You don’t think much of it and hop over to your bag to get him another handkerchief. ‘He must go through these like a wildfire,’ you hand him the cloth like you did in the car but this time you notice the outline in his pants.

Embarrassed you look away, while he’s taking off his shirt you are suddenly reminded of your differences when he begins to wash the blood off of his body, you can’t help but glance over a few times.

He looked a lot different without the blood, more like a man. Your face grows hot when he catches you watching him, “I’m so sorry I don’t mean to be rude.” He takes the rest of his clothing off while getting’ as much of the blood as he can off his skin.

“Ah sugar, no harm done,” he says swinging over to a wardrobe. Getting redressed he stokes the fire, “Now you goin’ jump in bed, I don’t often have visitors so ill take the chair.” You jump up from where you are and grab him by the arm, “No,no,no,no that’s silly talk there’s enough room on the bed for the both of us.” You stop before the thought registers in your mind that maybe you’re being too pushy, like your ex would always say.

“Unless I make you uncomfortable,” you say shyly hoping you haven’t made him angry. “Naw, that sounds good to me, just bein’ polite is all.” He smiles at your change of mood, laying down first he pull back the covers, letting you cuddle into him. Wrapping his arm around you he sighs out your name and you feel safer then ever. You drift off to the sound of a crackling fire and awake to Remmick standing over a moving duffle bag. You put your clothes on in a panic, the drugs must have worn off. “Please no.” but before you can stop him a man pops up from the bag.

“Please help!” he screams, you shuffle over to Remmick as he just stares at the man. “...Remmick this is my ex boyfriend, ex boyfriend this is Remmick.” You try your best to introduce the two but your ex won’t stop screaming, you go to the bag you brought in with you fishing for the one thing that’s never let you down.

“You crazy bitch, we weren’t dating we were roommates and it was one maybe two blowjobs, it meant nothing!” He looks over at Remmick who had been quiet the whole time and begins to plead, “Please, sir you have to help me, she’s fucking crazy, I have money; I come from a family of comfortable means, if you save me I can-” you place duck tape over his face to shut him up.

“It meant something to me,” you say softly while you listen to him struggling in his bondage. You stare at the ground; feelings of shame over take you. Remmick would do what everyone else had done when they realized that you weren’t “Quite right” as the nuns at the orphanage would say. Tears in your eyes you couldn’t stand to see the disappointment on his face, so you keep your face turned towards the ground.

“I’m sorry, I ‘m not as good as I pretend to be, you don’t hate now me do you?”. He walks over to you and strokes the side of your face catching a few stray tears in the process.

“Course not sweetheart, I see someone with so much love and care in their heart and a person that tried to steal that away from them.” Leaning into his touch you place your hand over his “Oh Remmick, you know just what to say to make me feel better.” Standing over the body of the person that you had mistakenly trusted you look around the cabin. It looked like he had lived out here for years, away from everyone, not a friend in sight. then you look at Remmick.

“How do you feel about the city? The world has changed, not a lot, but enough.” he doesn’t say anything just looks down at the squirming form before y’all. “I need a new roommate, but if you’re tied to this place I understand,” you sound sadder than you thought you would and that catches his attention. “It’s been a while since I’ve tried to find my people so to speak,” smiling while rubbing the back of his neck he takes a look around.

“Maybe a change of scenery would do me good.” Smiling you run to the car to grab some clothing that would help him blend into your new society. When you get back he seems to be covering the whole cabin in what you assume to be fuel. He hands you the can and you hand him the clothing; as he dresses you pour the rest of the liquid on the trash that brought you here in the first place, silently thanking him.

The panicked look on his face gives you a feeling that tickles your guts, pulling a light giggle from your lips. Remmick had finished dressing; the clothes fit him well enough but you couldn’t wait to dress him up like a doll when you got back home. You place the can down as Remmick gently grabs your hand leading you outside. He begins to sizzle so you run to grab a blanket from your car. You place it over his body as he pulls you in for a kiss; you hadn’t expected it but you’re not angry and instead kiss him back.

Packing your bags back in your car you get Remmick settled up front and move the truck farther away from the cabin; before you jump back out he hands you a box of matches and with a strike everything is set.

In the truck you listen to the sound of your ex’s screams, as he fights to be heard over the moaning of the flames engulfing the cabin; the tape must have already burned away, the smell of burning flesh dances in the wind and you think how no one ever talks about how loud fire can be. Remmick reaches for your hand giving it a squeeze as if to say that he was here for you and for once in your life you feel truly understood, cared for and loved.

If you like what you read check out my other stories from my 'Corner Store' Series where you the readers get to pick the prompt.

Unplanned pregnancy - dhampir

”Oopsy, you weren't supposed to see that”

"Your husband sure works late a lot, huh?"

[theredcuyo]

More of the au with Sqq deciding that he's had Xie Lian for a few months but if anything happens to him he's killing everyone in heaven and then Jun Wu

"Ah, so you did like the new robe we got the other day!" Xie Lian was rather embarassed on this kind of topic, but really, it had been a gesture of good will and Sqq was just so happy to see him wear it "Yes, it's rather beautiful, Shen-Ge"

"Isn't that right? The butterfly motif really brings it out, it's good that we got that spell that keeps it from getting dirty, it would be a shame if not, don't you think?" It would surely sound normal, if Sqq wasn't glaring daggers at every single official they came across from behind his fan while he said it

"It's good it'll stay like this but i still think Shen-ge shouldn't brother himself with things like this" Xie Lian, appreciated the gesture, he really did, but this much for his sake wasn't necessary "Nonsense! Our A-Lian is so pretty, he should be allowed to shine even brighter, ah, but it is true that even if something happened we will be able to clean it up perfectly, not a trace left, i'm sure Chengzu would know what to do even if i didn't"

Covering his face with his hands, Xie Lian didn't know wheter to laugh or cry with such a direct treat to everyone else "Shen-Ge, please..."

"Fine, fine, i'll stop" Sqq conceided, happy to see the other officials squirm on their places and quickly run away. "After all, i wouldn't want A-Lian to get mad at me and sent me away, ah, what would i do then? I would get so worried about A-Lian"

"Shen-Ge..." Xie Lian had to look away, although he knew it was a joke it reminded him of old things, but well, Sqq patted his head again, like he did everytime he was feeling down "I know, i know, our A-Lian has a kind heart, there's almost nothing he could get angry at and if there is, it's surely deserved"

Xie Lian hadn't told him about that person, and didn't plan on doing it anytime soon, little did he know, there was no need, for his brother in law knew already and had experience dealing with abandonment issues, and had also, decided he was to be protected since he reminded him so much of a white lotus he had once helped bloom and decay "But still, even if A-Lian got angry at me and told me to leave, i wouldn't"

"Huh?"

"Ah, i mean, that wouldn't work, i would get too worried about you, so i would stick around and wait so we could solve it out" Xie Lian kept his gaze down, a memory catched on his throat. "After all, if i did something to anger A-Lian, then i should find a way to apologize and make amends, since i care about you, i would much prefer that you feel happy"

"Even if you didn't do anything wrong?" Sqq sighed, what was with him having this heart to heart conversations lately? Ah, really, married life was making him into an emotional old man "Then A-Lian is not mad at me, and i should help him out, you know? My Binghe wasn't at his best before either, when i died, and it took me a while to understand that. That kind of pain, really, i wouldn't wish it on anyone, much less if i can help"

"But... What if i hurt Shen-Ge?"

Sqq opened his fan, the faint memory of Binghe's face in the roof flashing before him "... I don't think A-Lian is the person to do it without reason, whatever it could be"

Not for the first time, Sqq lamented the lack of modern psicology advancements, he wasn't exactly a psycologist and all he knew came from his sister's rants about it "And... if it was a bad reason?"

"Everyone makes mistakes" Xie Lian thought it was probably easier for him to say it, not knowing what he had done, and much less knowing of the regrets Sqq couldn't possibly tell him about "And we learn from them, we fix what can be fixed"

For the first time in a while, Xie Lian lifted up his head, and just for a second, he found that in Shen Qingqiu's gaze was an all familiar guilt "... Is there something Shen-Ge regrets?"

Sqq's hand around his fan tightened "...many things, A-Lian, maybe not enough"

Ah, so it was like that. Maybe it wasn't the same, and they're really weren't the same, but at the same time, he felt like perhaps, there was someone who did understand, as those were thoughts he often had too.

And so, they kept on walking, a topic much softer came, while Sqq hoped that the intention of derailing their path to walk by certain generals' palaces was worth something, he might not like them too much, but Xie Lian deserved friends, friends who could share things with him, that he could not with them, a friend from the same Hometown was a rare gift. "Ah, Shen-Ge i've been meaning to ask... Did ah... Shang Qinghua use to be a heavenly official?"

Sqq huffed. "Someone like him could only wish such thing"

"Ah, then it wasn't a secret inmortal language he was talking in?" Xie Lian had never been one to interact with other inmortals, or even heavenly officials back in his first ascension, so, of course he wouldn't know, or so thought Sqq, but he didn't know either, or he hoped for Airplane's sake that he didn't "Perhaps it's a foreign language? May i know what he said?"

"He said uh... Something like 'buddy, you're awakening Cucumber-bro's daddy instincts, or is it mommy instincts since he takes the heavenly pillar back there?, is he a milf now?, you made Cucumber-bro into a milf' i think...?" Xie Lian's broken try at English didn't make the words less clear on Sqq's brain "Ah, i see, didn't you ask him what it mean?"

"He said it was something about a deal he was working on" Xie Lian's innocent smile didn't betray that he had conveyed this information on purpose, for he hadn't ignored the path they had been walking on, he didn't really know what it meant tho "A-Lian cover your ears"

"Ah... Shen-Ge-"

"Cover. Your. Ears." And Xie Lian did, because those eyes reminded him a little bit too much of Guoshi, when he sent him to copy the sutrhas for a whole night.

The heavens were shaken, just enough for Ling Wen to wonder if someone had ascended again.

Shang Qinghua, on the northen palace, sneezed and felt a sudden urge to hide under Mobei-Jun's bed.

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Lil' extra on Wwx's imput on this, because Sqq is not leaving him out of seudo group therapy:

"Wuxian, may i ask you something?" Sqq asked when the three of them were drinking tea, as they recounted the latest heavenly gossip for Wwx "Yes, Shen-Ge?"

"... Do you have something You regret?" Wwx kept his smile, and waved his hand around his body, of course, he'd rather joke "What do you think Shen-ge? Do i?"

Sqq sighed "You know that's not what i meant, do you remember that which you regret?"

Wwx kept his smile as he scratched his head "Aiyah, well, my memory is never been that good, you know! I couldn't even remember my own little radish and the love of my life, how could i remember that?"

Sqq and Xl blushed a little at his wording, really, only Wuxian would be capable of saying 'Love of his Life' with such a straight face, even if that was the only straight thing about him. Xie Lian tho, could feel in his smile something familiar "Wei-Ge... I know you said that now you stay for Wangji and Sizhui-er but..."

Wei Wuxian, who had not long ago convinced Xie Lian to call him ge, was still a little bit weak to it. "I know, i know, but there are things that can't be fixed, right, Shen-Ge?"

Sqq sighed, it was like they were birds of the same feather, and he knew that, but still he didn't want such a sad face into someone he cared for, so he reached out to pat Wwx's head, and he, who had been expecting to get hit with the fan again, froze "We fix what can be fixed, but sometimes when we want to put back together a bowl, we get cut with the pieces, so we should also bandage ourselves and not just think about the bowl"

"I..."

"Since you're a mess, i'll bandage it for you if you wanted to" Wuxian huffed something similar to a laugh "And My Binghe would try to heal you with his blood, again"

"Shen-Ge, i think San Lang's butterflies work well for those too" Xie Lian smiled at both of them, a supporting hand on Wwx's shoulder "Ah, but i also know some ways! Rouyue wouldn't mind helping you too, Wei-ge!"

Hearing its name, Rouye popped up from Xie Lian's sleeve, rolling itself friendly on Wwx's hand "Ah, but, you know, A-Lian? I think Wuxian would much rather have Wangji kissing it better"

At that, Wwx actually laughed, his usual shamelesness back with him "Aiyah! Shen-Ge knows me too well, Lan Zhan's kisses are truly magical even when he makes a fuss about it!"

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I think the metaphors are pretty on the nose for this one? And not me again considering to write a damn fic already, tbf, i wanted this one to be short, it didn't ask me when it decided to keep on going

Sqq deciding he's going to protect the others because they're his family now is my second favorite thing about this au, the first one is Hua Cheng having a family that loves him-

[cumplanecrash]

If you saw this at 6 am, no you didn't. Tumblr wouldn't do that to me, we're too close for that 🤣🤣🤣

Over 1200 words of panic! in the bamboo house, including the snippet I posted last Wednesday. It's a beefy boy because I'm far enough ahead that I feel like I have enough buffer to edit with a clear head, so splitting it up in the middle of a scene just feels petty. This part follows directly from chapter 1 of the AO3 version.

Also please tell me if I'm using any words wrong, I am very new here haha

AO3 🔗 just the updates 🔗 writeblogging this au 🔗 first 🔗 prev

How the fuck did Qi-ge figure out something was wrong this quickly?

And just why was he here? They'd been on-Peak for a shichen tops, and Shen Jiu didn't know exactly what Shen Yuan did when he had to deal with the sect leader (he very purposely buried himself into his metaphysical blankets whenever Yue Qingyuan came around), but even if he filed his reports promptly, it still took time for characters to be written and ink to dry.

Fucking -- if Yue Qi had ever had a weakness, it was children. Especially bratty little boys named Shen Jiu who chased other children with legitimate intent to kill, wearing ill fitting robes that had been dragged through the mud. (Just a bit! As little as possible, because Shen Qingqiu's disciples did not deserve to have their belongings ruined! But, even shrunk, the robes were sized for teenaged disciples, not toddlers.) The scene felt designed to ensnare Yue Qi's sympathy, and even more distressingly, his meddling.

"Two Xiao Jius...?" Yue Qingyuan was saying with quiet awe. Which! Was exactly what Shen Jiu was talking about!

"No!" Shen Jiu shouted from his hiding place behind Shen Yuan, impulse control of a four year old combined with the speech-compelling aspects of the curse, difference clear now that he had felt one without the other. "Two Shen Qingqius, only one Xiao Jiu!"

"Don't get it twisted!" Shen Yuan sounded just as angry in front of him, crossing his arms and stamping his foot. "There's a nice categorization system already in place; don't confuse everybody needlessly."

"Yeah!" Shen Jiu shouted. "Don't get it twisted!"

Very helpful addition, that.

Shen Jiu did his best not to hold it against himself -- running his mouth had been his most fatal flaw throughout most of his childhood, such as it was, no matter how many times he should have learned to hold his tongue -- but he couldn't help but be frustrated. They still hadn't come up with much of a plan for how to handle the other Peak Lords, and now he was hiding from Qi-ge while yelling at him, as if that made any sense.

Qi-ge went to one knee, staring directly into Shen Jiu's eyes as he said, "Xiao Jiu." His gaze refocused slightly to Shen Jiu's right, "And...? I'm sorry."

"Yue-da-ge doesn't--" Shen Yuan started, before making a retching sound. Shen Jiu quickly glanced to make sure it was an affectation. "A-Yuan never had a chance to say. The curse is effecting our word choices, by the way."

A large, warm hand cradled his left cheek; he could see the other hand move to mirror the move on Shen Yuan. "Xiao Jiu and A-Yuan have been suffering. Not to worry; you'll have access to any resources the sect can rally to resolve this." He turned to Ning Yingying, visible in the doorway behind him now that he was kneeling. "I assume Mu-shidi has already been called?"

Shen Jiu turn his head, making a face, only to find himself looking into the eyes of Shen Yuan, also making a face.

"A-Yuan had hoped to have more information to share before troubling Yue-da-ge and Mu-ge," Shen Yuan blatantly lied.

Huh. The System had called it a speech-compelling curse, not a truth-compelling curse. Useful, that.

"And clothes that fit," Shen Jiu added, nodding to Ning Yingying.

"And something more substantial to eat than whatever snacks we all had in our pockets," adds Luo Binghe's voice from farther outside. "Of which there should be enough to go around, if Zhangmen-shibo is inclined to stay while Shizun and Shizun make themselves presentable."

Shen Yuan cupped his hands around his mouth to call out, "Stick with the same names, Bing-ge! This situation is already confusing enough without all that!"

There was a pointed silence where everyone wondered whether the cheeky little brat would actually take that liberty, and Luo Binghe blushed furiously. "Ah, Yuan-shizun and Jiu-shizun...?"

Shen Jiu waved his arms to negate the notion, backing from Shen Yuan a step to accomodate the movement. "Xiao Jiu isn't anybody's shizun," he said quickly. "Yuan-ge has the golden core and the people skills; he's got all that covered."

Yue Qingyuan gave him a sharp look at that, but he had also made enough room for the disciples to enter, and Shen Jiu needed to be able to take more than a step without stepping on his borrowed robes in order to have this conversation.

"Yingying-jiejie, hand that here, please," he chirped quickly. "Yuan-ge and Xiao Jiu can help each other make sure everything lays right, don't worry about us!"

"Everything smells delicious, Bing-ge," Shen Yuan said warmly. To be fair, it really, really did. "Don't let Yue-da-ge bully you out of your own room, okay? This is Bing-ge's home too."

The no-so-little-anymore beast blushed luminescently at that, and, well. Shen Yuan had certainly done a good job changing their prewritten fate! Given the choice, Shen Jiu would rather be a calamitous beauty than the victim of poetic justice. Just. Just leave all those parts to Shen Yuan to be awake for.

Getting dressed in appropriate robes did not actually leave much room for private conversation, especially with the sect leader on high alert so close to the door, so Shen Jiu did not have much extra time to confer with Shen Yuan. "Do we have a plan, or...?

"Keep it as vague as possible?" Shen Yuan hissed as he tugged at the side of Shen Jiu's robes, laying them straighter. "None of the things we know are actually relevant, if you think about it."

"Speech-compelling curse," Shen Jiu ticked off, tugging his hair out from where it had gotten caught. Did they have time to tie it up? Shen Yuan had the now-oversized guan when they'd been split, but Shen Jiu's hair was loose and likely greasy as all hell, in a way it hadn't been since the Qiu estate. "Speech controlling curse, at least enough to misdirect." One of the more complicated ones then.

"And almost entirely separately, the transformation," said Shen Yuan, dragging him over to his (Shen Jiu's? Shen Yuan's? Shen Qingqiu's.) bronze mirror and digging into the boxes on the table until he found the simpler ribbons he used when he braided his hair for bed. Yeah, good enough. "It couldn't have been two spells though, it was so fast -- way faster than the demon had been up until then."

"Activating a preset array of some kind?" Shen Jiu asked. "Why there?"

"The only one who could tell us is now very, very dead," Shen Yuan noted with sad finality. What an innocent soul, to mourn a demon who had inflicted such a hardship on them.

"Remember to teach your disciples that they can't question the dead," Shen Jiu told Shen Yuan's reflection in the mirror. "They're teenagers, so it's a forgivable oversight, but it's always easier to interrogate even a liar than a corpse."

"Our disciples," Shen Yuan said with conviction.

"That is not the deal the System and I made," Shen Jiu told him with the same strength of conviction. "It's not fair, but you can't actually make me go back."

"Oh." Shen Yuan draped himself across Shen Jiu's shoulders. "You said that. I keep expecting to have to fight for my right to be here, but you really want me here?"

"Gege," Shen Jiu chided. "I really hated teaching. And being Peak Lord comes with way more responsibilities than privileges. Sorry, but you'll have to be stuck with the shit end of the stick." And Shen Jiu flounced out of there.

Next

[4doras]

A NIGHT WITH YOU ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

what happens when you meet a black cat while trick or treating? ⊹♡

taesan x f!reader | strangers to lovers

genre. fluff (lowercase intended)

wc. 0.8k

a/n. wrote this for halloween but i don't know if its enough so i might write another fic ><

you planned to stay inside this halloween, no different to the years before. you happily laid on your bed, scrolling on your phone.

“y/n?” your mother knocked on your door. “can you please go out this year? you can wear something simple.” your mom pleaded.

“something simple like what? i have nothing to wear.” you groaned.

“you could be a black cat. just wear a black outfit and cat ears.” she suggested.

“fine.”

a black cat, isn’t that unlucky?

more under the cut!

you wore a black shirt and skirt, paired with a cat ear headband. you drew whiskers on each side of your cheek and a circle on the tip of your nose. you found an old pumpkin basket and left the house.

you knocked on the close houses, collecting a few pieces of candy every time. you knocked on house 400, instead of the usual parent or grandparent, a boy around your age opened the door. he was also wearing a black cat outfit, as simple as yours but without the headband, his hair managed to stick in a way that looked like cat ears. maybe he really was a black cat.

“h-hey.” he stuttered.

“hi.” you responded, taken aback from the person in the door.

“taesan! what’s taking you so long? just give out the candy.” you heard a voice coming from inside getting louder. “oh! you’re y/n, right? i’m friends with your mother!” someone who looked like the black cat's mother walked up to the door.

“yeah, that’s me.” you bowed as you greeted his mother.

“you’re so pretty! do you want to come inside? you and taesan can become friends.” she held her son's shoulder tightly, making him quietly wince at the pain.

“of course.”

you followed the boy up to his room, which was well kept. it smelled really nice, too.

“you can sit on my bed if you want. i don’t mind.” he said, plopping himself onto the bed. “i’m taesan, by the way. han taesan.” he looked at you with his big eyes. he really was like a cat.

“i’m y/n. l/n y/n.” you introduced yourself. “you like music?” you scanned the room, it was decorated with posters, vinyls and a guitar.

he turned to you like a cat hearing its favorite word. “mhm, i play the guitar too.”

“what’s your favorite band?”

“i like The Beatles and My Chemical Romance.” he seemed so happy to talk about his interests, he really fit the cat persona. “i can play something for you.” he smiled.

“only if you’re good.”

“don’t pressure me.” he sulked.

he sang and played the guitar for a few minutes before stopping, burying his face in his hands.

“what’s wrong?” you said, concerned.

“it’s embarrassing…” he mumbled in his hands.

“no it’s not, you’re really good.” you tried to pull his hand away from his face. he removed his hands, looking you straight in the eyes. his eyes shone in the dim room, it was weird. you could see stars in his eyes. “seriously, taesan. it was good!” you giggled, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. a red glow forming on his cheeks.

“well, tell me about you, now.” he sat up straight.

“i don’t know… i don't do anything interesting.” you thought for a bit.

“there has to be something.” he tilted his head.

“there really isn’t, taesan.” you tilted your head as well, mirroring him.

“then i guess i’ll have to get to know you, hm?” he grinned

considering you two would be staying inside, you both removed your makeup and showered. taesan let you wear his clothes for the time being. though, they were huge on you. taesan came out of the shower and stared you down.

“you look cute, my clothes are so big on you.” he laughed.

“shut up!” you pushed his arm.

“you look cute,” three words that stayed in your head the whole night. that, and the smell of taesans shampoo was all you could think about. taesan had a twin size bed that you both squished on. taesan snuggled into your shoulder, trying to get comfortable. you could smell his shampoo with how close he was. his clothes smelt like fabric softener. his room was so cozy, and so was he. you let your hand linger in his hair, gently playing with it. what you didn’t realize was that taesan was wide awake. he didn’t dare move an inch in case you stopped. his heart was racing, the whole atmosphere engulfing him like a warm blanket.

when you woke up, taesans arm was sprawled across your body, keeping you against the bed.

“taesan? i can’t get up if your arm is on me.” you poked his arm.

“just five minutes…” he held you closer, hugging you tightly.

maybe black cats aren’t so unlucky.

[daenysx]

HELLO! this is the first thing i wrote for sirius and i really hope you enjoy it. your comments and opinions are highly appreciated, angels, thank you for reading. requests are open!!

sirius black x fem!reader. nsfw.

point proven

sirius helps you focus by making you cockwarm him when you study.

you are making another cup of coffee when sirius steps into the kitchen to ruin your plans. he looks kinda shocked, but not really. he comes next to you and holds your hand to stop your little routine of preparing coffee.

"i thought we had a deal, sweetness." he says. "are you gonna be a rule breaker, or what?"

you shake your head. "no, but i still have things to study and i want a drink when i do that, siri."

"i'm sure we've plenty of options for you in the fridge." he says, raising an eyebrow.

"yes, but i didn't want any of them." you say. "i want coffee, it's for my motivation."

sirius smiles. "i know you love drinking coffee so much." he begins. "but you don't know when to stop, and it's bad for your sleep."

you put a playful hand on his chest. "there are lots of things that are bad for you as well, you know, like your cigarettes and your coffee-"

"oh, okay, so we're doing this the hard way, huh?"

"no, we're not, i just can't focus and i want to have a cup of coffee, that's all."

sirius seems a little sympathetic. "oh, my baby." he strokes your wrist. "you can't focus? do you want some help?"

"you mean like- you'll help me study?"

there's a teasing smirk on his face. "i was thinking i could actually help with the focusing part." he says. "you think i didn't realize how you're pressing your legs together? and how you try to stay away from my touch?"

you feel exposed all of a sudden. your boyfriend always proves you wrong when you think you can hide something from him. "i'm- i'm a little distracted-"

"it's okay, my angel. i meant it, i'll help." sirius says. "why don't you get your textbook and come with me to the bedroom? you can have that coffee if my ways don't work, hmm?"

you nod, curious and kind of desperate. "okay."

he kisses your forehead and leaves the kitchen. you do as he says, step inside the bedroom with your texbook. sirius sits on the bed, his back leaned against pillows. he extends his hand for you and you take it to get on bed next to him.

"are you gonna be my good girl, and listen what i say?" he asks, voice low.

you nod, he has pulled you in that bubble that has you squirm under him. "yes, i will."

"perfect." he says. "i need you to take your shorts and panties off when i take my own clothes off, okay?"

you nod again, fingers going to the edge of your shorts. he makes a little show of taking off everything, the sight of his tattoo covered chest makes your legs shaky, and then he frees himself from his pants. you press your legs together unintentionally. sirius looks at you and you remember your promise, you take off your panties.

he grabs his half hard cock and strokes it expertly, all you can do is watch him. he throws his head back as he grazes the tip, he watches you and prepares himself. "come on, sweetheart, sit on my lap."

you nod, feeling unbalanced, but sirius supports you. he looks at you through hazy eyes, you blink and take a deep breath.

"look at you, already soaking." he touches your exposed cunt. "lovely cunt, all pretty and wet for me."

you arch your back to him when he touches your clit. "sirius, please."

"here's what we're gonna do; you will take my cock inside that pretty cunt and you will start reading the important parts of your textbook. if you can finish all of your parts without trying to move, i'll reward you with an orgasm." sirius says. "do we have a deal, sweetness?"

"yes." you are begging. "please, yes, yes."

"good." he says, taking his cock in his hand. "and you better not try to break this one as well."

he spits on his other hand, rubs the slickness all over your pussy. you are quick to take him inside. it's not easy to take all of him at once, but he helps you by moving his hips. "get comfy on me, yeah? come on, a little more for me."

you nod, moving your hips a little forward to take him deeper. he settles down, slow stretch of muscles, he kisses your cheek fondly. "good?" he asks. "think you can stay like this?"

"yes, that's- this is good." you say. he gives you the textbook and lets you place it on his chest. "there are like 12 pages but- i'll just go over, and that'll be enough for the lecture tomorrow."

"alright, sweetness." he says. "let's focus now, yeah?"

you take a breath and start reading the passages you've marked before. sirius keeps you still, rubs your thighs subtly to not distract you. you go over the first page quickly, finishing the parts that your professor talked briefly about. you realize you actually remember how it goes, you memorize what you read. without the ache between your legs it's easier to give your attention to the book.

sirius's gaze is loving, encouraging, and kind of intimidating. you keep going without moving, the pages flow quicker as you get confident over the parts you've finished. sirius's cock is heavy inside you, you can feel the stretch deeply, and it's grounding. you manage to stay good for him, trying not to move. he gives you an easy smile once you look at him, you smile back.

there are only 3 pages left but it's getting harder to resist the urge of moving. you give a shaky breath, looking at sirius for some support. he cups your cheek to maintain eye contact. "come on, you lovely thing." he whispers. "3 more and i'll take care of you."

you nod, eyes back on the book. the marked parts decrease quickly because now you actually know what you're trying to learn. you find yourself understanding all the basics, the distraction over. you turn the page to read the last passages. it takes every bit of strength but you finish it before you move and you close the book before putting it back on the bed. "i'm done. please, sirius, i've finished."

sirius gives you a proud smile. "you've finished." he coos. "you were so good for me. i'll give you anything you want now."

"i mean it was just for one lecture but- it's still something." you say, shy under his proud gaze.

"let me get you on your back, okay?" he says. "i'll be gentle."

you shake your head. "no, i don't want you to be gentle. i deserve it the way i like, siri."

sirius laughs, he puts you on the bed. "and you want me to be rough with you? fast and rough as i fuck your sweet cunt? you can have it, baby, i'm still giving you the reward i promised."

you nod, feeling the tight knot in your belly. sirius starts moving and you can feel how hard it is for him to hold back. he parts your legs gently, pulling himself back a little to push back. he groans, your name falls from his lips. you wrap your arms around his neck. your hand goes to his long, raven black hair to palm it. sirius keeps moving, tries to find a pace that you like.

"yes, yes, that's-" you arch your back and pull his hair lightly. "right there."

sirius loves when you pull his hair because you lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you. he keeps hitting your g-spot after he finds it, keeps the pace still. it's fast and a little rough, it's like you win everything and he's giving you his everything. you wrap your legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. he doesn't miss the change in the noises you're making, you become a mess underneath him as he moves his hips.

"are you gonna come for me?" he asks, his voice is clear next to your ear. "are you close, darling? do you want to come with me?"

you can't find your breath to answer him, he's playing with your body and mind at the same time. you melt, your eyes rolling back, you can feel every nerve. "whenever you want- whenever- i'm right there, sirius."

sirius groans, your tightness brings him to the edge as he moves faster. "come for me, pretty." he demands, his voice is scratchy.

you are a moaning mess, almost screaming for him. you have no idea how he manages to get you like this every time, but here he is, pushing himself to the deepest until he feels your clenching. your brain stops, everything stops, you can smell sirius's cologne, you are fucking in love with him. you come around him, wetness pooling on bed but you don't care.

he comes inside of you, never letting a drop waste. he likes doing it, he likes the way your cunt pulls him inside until he is soft and empty. he puts his head on your chest. he is exhausted but so, so proud. he kisses your skin, bites gently until he leaves a mark. you stroke his hair, his sweaty forehead. the world comes back to you ever so slowly as sirius moves next to you.

"i think i don't need that cup of coffee anymore." you say, teasingly. "thank you for proving your point."

sirius throws his head back and laughs, the best sound you've ever heard. "oh, you're such a sweetheart." he says. "and i'll prove my points to you like this anytime you want."

"can you believe i actually understood what i read? i thought i'd give up from the first page." you say.

"i'm not surprised, baby, you know what you're doing." he says, his hand rubs your arm.

"i kinda dreamed of doing this every time i see you studying." he continues. "do you know how lovely you look when you focus on something?"

you put your head on his chest and he welcomes you with open arms. "feel free to do that anytime i study, siri. i look forward to it."

[evermourner]

how to deal with failure when all you know how to do is beat up yourself (as an adhder)

please read this if you are a chronic self-loather like myself.

i used to hate myself for everything i did; the way i talk and walk, my accomplishments, my daily activities, how i cannot keep up with my peers, all that jazz. and especially as a late-diagnosed adhder this gets worse overtime. i ended up getting into a 6-month burnout, failed 3 classes and have to extend one semester, and i had lost my identity as a person.

overall i was just a breathing, walking flesh with depressive thoughts every day.

but after many many months of rediscovering myself, i have come up with the conclusion that life gets easier when i don't fucking hate myself.

shocker, right? ik this is probably like a 'obviously' type of thing, but i think many ppl with adhd can confirm that this is one of the hardest pills to swallow.

but trust me, you don't need to feel bad!!! and i will tell you how to do it down below. pls read, i hope it helps.

(keep in mind im not a psychiatrist or a therapist btw i just wanna help fellow ppl with adhd)

reminder #1: adhd makes you more prone to making mistakes - beating yourself up for every failure is torture.

as people with adhd, we are more prone to making more mistakes and questionable decisions. we are just built that way. we can work on it, but that's our baseline.

self loathing encourages you to beat up your baseline. your default state. your non-productive mode.

beating yourself up for making a mistake is literally like beating up a cat for sleeping. humans are bound to make mistakes, and us with adhd are bound to make more. it's fine, let yourself breathe. im not saying we cannot do anything right or that our mistakes are permissible, but missing an alarm clock or forgetting things we want to say are not surprising. it's just embedded inside us, so either be miserable for the rest of your life or work on reframing your thoughts on failure in general.

reminder #2: you can learn how to be better even if you don't beat yourself up for it

these neurotypical adults who tell you that you should feel bad about failing are stupid. and whoever tell you that negative reinforcement is needed for you to get better are the dumbest motherfuckers ever.

you don't need to feel bad to ge better.

in fact, once you don't feel too bad about it, you can focus more on how to do better in the future instead of replaying the past over and over again.

literally after almost failing college, i only realized that i should not be hard on myself. literally. i remember deciding i should try being nice on myself and now boom! i feel better AND i actually have been working towards fixing my life more and more.

and you know whats the best part?? i can finally start enjoying my life again!!

reminder #3: not everything you do is a failure. seriously.

this is a thought pattern i keep seeing in every person with adhd.

"nothing i can do is right" WRONG!!!! you do some things wrong but you also do some things right!!!! quit discrediting yourself

now try acknowledging your failures:

cry about it first. let yourself sit in and feel your feelings first. you can continue after you finish crying about it

do some form of meditation that helps you clear out your mind. i suggest just 5 minutes or until you don't feel as heavy anymore

let yourself know that failing is an action and consequence, not a part of your identity. it is not you: you are someone who succeeds and fails sometimes. you can fail, but that does not mean everything you do will be a failure.

identify what kind of failure you're thinking about , why you feel so shitty about it, and what you should do for next time. it'd be good if you could write this down. here is an example from me:

failure: failing out of class

what happened: i failed bc i kept procrastinating and ended up sleeping in, so i could not submit on time

consequences of event: i had to retake the class, paid a significant amount of money, and now i cant graduate on time with my friends

why i feel shitty: i feel so left behind and stupid. i feel like this is such a stupid mistake that was easily avoidable.

and now i have so many thoughts in my mind right now, like "how can i be so stupid? how can i be so careless? this is such a stupid mistake."

now notice. if you also think like this, you are actively judging yourself. you are being so mean to yourself, and for what? would you ever told your friends they are so stupid and dumb for making careless mistakes? even if it's stupid, you wouldn't say it to their faces.

after identifying everything, confirm what actually happened, reframe your thoughts, and apologize to yourself:

"How can I be so careless?" -> It's not intentional, and I did try my best to work on it. It's not my fault my executive dysfunction took over the better part of me.

"How can I be so stupid?" -> Just because I cannot initiate tasks as well as the others, it doesn't mean i'm stupid. i am pretty good at other things, i cannot expect myself to be good at everything.

"This is such a stupid mistake." -> It is stupid, and that's... okay. It's fine. I accept it, I'll work on how to make it better in the future.

when you combat negative thoughts, make sure you combat them not only with facts but also with empathy and future action-focused thoughts.

the key is to focus on what you can do now, not what you should have done.

because focusing on the past is very very unhelpful.

now please focus on what you can do now:

Make small goals for the future.

What you should not say:

"I promise I will try harder to focus" -> Nope, you are relying on your ADHD symptom to not be ADHD anymore... which is impossible.

"I promise I won't forget next time" -> Same thing.

"I promise I will make a routine that I will stick to" -> This is too idealist, don't commit to anything for a long run, it's just setting yourself up for more failure.

What you should say instead:

"Next time, I will try to write it down so I won't forget next time" -> Tell yourself the clear steps on what you need to do. You cannot rely on your brain to just be better, come up with actions that can support you!

"Next time, I will set more alarms and ask a friend to remind me. In fact, I will do it now" -> Commit to things you can do immediately! The faster, the better so you won't lose this momentum. Stop thinking that your future self is 100% reliable. Always assume you need to do it as soon as possible to help yourself in the future.

"Next time, I will try out this routine and see if it works or not" -> Experiment with routines. Routines don't last long, so don't give youreelf empty promises. Instead, accept that your routine will chance every once in a while so you need to learn what works or not.

Apologize and forgive yourself

Say sorry to yourself.

It's normal to make mistakes, and it's unrealistic to think you won't make more.

Move on

Seriously. Don't sit on it too much.

Once you know what you need to do to not fail in the future and you have written it down... just let it go.

You don't need to feel bad to grow. You don't need to feel bad to be better.

You are allowed to feel good about yourself.

In fact, you should feel better about yourself now because you are showing your commitment to getting better by reading this long ass post.

Pat yourself in the back.

Failure has its consequences already, you don't need to punish yourself more. Please get something nice.

Failing is EXHAUSTING. Please give yourself a snack or some gaming time.

Allow yourself to breathe.

We are humans, we are not failures. We succeed and fail sometimes, not all the time.

Be nice to yourself, you have been through a lot.

[anonymouss4uthor]

ghost is your hot neighbor you've been waiting for...

once againnn if anyone knows how to make one of those cute banners of the pictures before the post, please let me know how to do that i cant figure it out!

cw; suggestive smut, age gap

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Since you were 13 years old, you have had a very very hot neighbor named Simon Riley.

You immediately had a huge crush on him, which your father blamed on puberty. However... this felt more than just hormones.

When you first talked to Simon at 13 years old, he was 30. You would pretend to be "hot" because your puberty fogged mind full heartedly believed he would make an exception for you.

Looking back now, that was weird as hell for you but, it's natural.

It was now your eighteenth birthday, the morning before school you run over to Simons house and knock excitedly. He answers the door, rubbing his eyes. He's shirtless with grey sweatpants on that leaves nothing to your imagination.

"Hey there birthday girl" He grumbles.

You smile big.

"I'm 18 now!" You exclaim.

"Indeed you are, princess." He huffs a laugh.

You grab his hands. He gets surprised, his eyes widen. He quickly pulls away and backs up. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"I was hoping we could-"

"Let me stop you right there. I've known you since you were 13, Y/N. Even if I said yes do you know how bad that would look?! Also, I'm 35 years old, darlin. I am 17 years older than you." He says firmly, trying to pierce it into your head.

"What does age matter? Im legal." You frown.

"Y/N. You're still in school which you should be leaving for right about now. Plus, you were 17 just yesterday." Simon huffs.

"But I'm the birthday girlll" You try to persuade him which he declines.

You go through your school day, bummed out. You tell your friends what happened and they agree with him, the age difference is pretty insane.

You don't care. How could you? Simon has been the man of your dreams for 5 years now. He's the eyes you fantasize about, his lips, his hands, him.

After school, you get dressed for the party you're throwing at your house with just a few close friends and family, you invited Simon and surprisingly he came. You tug him somewhere private.

"I'm sorry about this morning I just- I'm in love with you." You whisper with pleading eyes.

"Y/N..." he sighs softly. "This feels wrong." He murmurs.

"But its not! It's legal and- I wont tell anybody!" You beg.

He declines but, you can feel his resolve breaking. You give it up for today though.

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Months pass and it's now summer time and you graduated school. You're playing around in your sprinklers in your tinee tiny bikini set shamelessly in your front yard.

You look to Simons lawn to see him washing his car, staring at you- at your body. He never has before, obviously. This is different, you're an adult now and you sure as hell look good as one.

You teasingly confront him from your yard, hollering over. "Creep!" you laugh. He aims his house at you, you squeal and he laughs.

The two of you play in the water together and you end up on the ground on top of him, grass sticking to your bare skin, your bikini leaving nothing to hide.

He blushes and you kiss him. He immediately sinks into it, grabbing your waist gently along with your jaw.

"Your dad will kill me." He murmurs, pulling away. "My parents aren't home." you quickly say.

You rush him inside, taking him to your bedroom. You take off your wet bikini.

"Fuck.. Y/N.." He whines pathetically, you love it.

He strips and hovers on top of you. You quickly tell him that you're a virgin and he pauses the kisses on your neck. He buries his nose into you.

"Forgotten what one feels like~" He coos. "Are you sure you want me to be your first?" He whispers. You nod.

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Throughout the encounter, he was extremely gentle and careful and very attentive. You loved every second.

You two are now cuddling as he rubs your back.

"That wasn't that bad." You murmur, nuzzling into him.

"What do you mean?" He laughs.

"I heard my first time was supposed to feel like I'm getting ripped apart- It did feel uncomfortable at first but, never that bad." You murmur.

"That's because of the foreplay sweetheart." He chuckles. "Oh that makes sense..." You murmur.

He chuckles warmly.

He's finally yours...

[inabsolutions]

idle hands.

ficlet request: spoiled kitty cat hybrid mc and big dog hybrid caleb. doing anything. watching paint dry idk. cw: pseudocest. very slice of life and silly. mc a bit (a lot) airheaded in this one

Your owner is away for another one of her business conferences, and so, “You know what that means, Caleb?” you say excitedly.

Caleb sighs from where he’s been laying down on the floor. The pointed ears atop his head swivel back and forth in a rhythmic pattern, as though scanning for intruders. Silly thought, considering their owner wasn’t even home to protect, so what is he so diligent about? Then again, there are a lot of valuables in the house… That’s probably it, you decide. Caleb, always so considerate. You didn’t understand humans and their attachments to inanimate objects, but it’s nice of him to care so much.

(It doesn’t register even once in your mind that maybe it’s because he’s guarding you.) 

“Don’t tell me you’re going to slip away to go outside again?” Caleb says, sharing none of your excitement. Even his tail is lying flat. 

“Of course. What else is there to do when Granny Josephine’s away?”

You leap down from the top of the cabinet—a favourite place to bask in the sun—and as always, Caleb automatically springs to action to catch you in his arms. 

Again, unnecessary. You would have landed on your feet regardless (being a cat hybrid has its perks), but it’s nice of him to care so much. You nudge your nose against the underneath of his jaw, and his grip on you tightens. 

“Let me down already,” you demand, wiggling in his hold, tail poking at his cheek. He’s way too big compared to you; you feel swallowed by his embrace, and the urge to escape anything that threatens your freedom is itching at your skin again. Even dealing with the collar had been an arduous task; Josephine had scolded you so, so many times about leaving it on despite your reluctance, something about how you might be taken as a stray or how you might get yourself lost—which you took great offense at, because you don't think you’re that directionally challenged. Who cares if you’ve accidentally walked into the wrong alleys a few times, isn’t that normal? Besides, it’s like stumbling into an adventure, isn’t it?

When you told Caleb that, he’d only knocked you on your head. You’re domesticated now, he had said, so act a bit more like it.

You pouted and tugged at his leash in annoyance. And you’re a little bit too domesticated, ge. It wasn’t long ago when we were both strays. I can’t believe how much of a one-eighty you’ve done on me. Really, what’s so great about staying inside all the time?

It keeps you safe, he said. 

I can keep myself safe, you insisted, but he didn’t look too terribly convinced. Which, not your problem. He’s always been overprotective anyways, even more than your current owner. 

“No,” Caleb says. “We’re staying inside. The last time you went out, you got into a fight.”

You scowl. “I could have taken him,” you mutter. Just thinking about that red-eyed stray is getting on your nerves, the audacity of the guy to run just as you’d been about to land a punch on him. Scared witless by you, probably. 

Caleb doesn’t look too convinced, though. He crosses his arms, and all six feet two inches of him towers over you in displeasure (you would know exactly his height; you measured him in his sleep, then got annoyed at how tall he was compared to you). 

You throw up your hands. “Fine,” you huff. “But it’s your fault if I get so bored that I start scratching the furniture again.”

“There you go again,” he says, flicking your ear. “Trying to cause mischief when things don’t go your way.”

“I just hate being inside all the time,” you say with a pout. “There’s only so many times I can knock over vases before it gets tiring.” 

“Idiot,” he says, but it’s laced with no small amount of fondness. Which means that he’s seventy percent through to giving in, so you strike again. 

“Please? How about the backyard, we can at least play in the yard, right?”

“The open backyard that leads to the forest,” Caleb says dryly. He shakes his head, and the leash at his neck sways. You watch the motion with a predator interest, getting the urge to paw at it again, snap your mouth over the silver chains.

“Focus,” Caleb says.

You blink, your attention shifting to Caleb’s face instead. His hair has gotten longer these days, frames his face in a way that it hadn’t before. “What?”

Caleb’s mouth curls in amusement. “I guess you don’t want to go outside after all,” he says. 

“What—no, I mean, yes, I mean, what did you say?” you fumble with your words, and when Caleb only smiles that much more, you get fed up and swat his leg with your tail. It does absolutely nothing to him, and he doesn’t even flinch. Annoying, you think. 

Turns out, you learn later, he’d agreed to your plan. So there you both were, the patio door unlocked and open as you prowl around the yard, scanning for little animals to terrorize while Caleb is sitting with his back to the wall, eyes fixed on you like a sheepdog on its herd. You’ve managed to catch one of the more stupid squirrels that dared to encroach on your territory, and you clutch the animal’s tail as you wave it at Caleb, “Ge, look what I found!”

“Good job,” he says, eyes half-lidded. “Be careful not to get bitten though.”

“Of course not, do I look weak enough to let a squirrel bully me—ouch!” In your excitement, the squirrel slipped from your grip. It dashes for its freedom, but not before sinking a bite into your thumb in vengeance first. 

Caleb’s on his feet immediately, frowning as he makes his way to you. His tail’s all puffed up in alert, and you’d find it funny if it wasn’t for the ache on your finger. “This is why I told you to be careful,” he frets as he inspects your hand. 

“It hurts,” you say morosely. 

“Of course it does,” he says. “You were bitten.”

“By a squirrel! Of all the animals, it just had to be the lamest one.” 

You complain to Caleb as he disinfects your wound, your tail swishing back and forth in irritation. “You have to get revenge for me, Caleb,” you say solemnly. “I can’t live with myself if it gets out that I’ve been bested by a squirrel.”

“Mhm,” Caleb says as he wraps a bandaid around your thumb. “If I see that squirrel again, I’ll definitely chase it down for you.” 

“You’d better!”

Caleb ruffles your hair, flicks the tip of your ear playfully. “Of course. You’re the one asking, after all.” 

(He’d insisted on going inside after that, though, and no amount of pleading eyes got him to budge. You sigh, and vow to chew on his ears once he’s asleep so that you can blame it on your own sleep. Stupid Caleb.) 

[ginjastar]

TW!!!! PEDOPHILIA AND OTHER GROSS THINGS

I just went thru the maxvid tag to block every person that ever talked about it ever BECAUSE I WILL BE PARTICIPATING IN DADVID WEEK and im scared these people will use that art OR ANYTHING but honestly it made me start crying. Like I don't understand it. First off, THERES SO MANY OF THEM!? second off, they try and create safe spaces for each other??

Its so interesting because I thought so many proshippers were kids like 12 or 13 dealing with trauma, BUT THESE ARE GROWN PEOPLE!! Im still a kid and even i know it's wrong.... like i dont get it. What is so appealing about a kid getting raped?? So many of then write out their fantasies of rape and who sucks of who and its terrifying.

They say "they're not real characters !!! Ot doesn't affect anybody!" But it does. It gives pedofiles a safe spaces and perpetuates morals that can't ge changed because its not relaity!! "Grooming is bad!!!" You didn't say that when making that art?? LIKE YOU CANT JUST SWITCH UP!!!!

also, if you ship maxxvid and are a minor I DO SER THAT YOU PROBABLY NEED HELP!!! but interacting with grown people WHO WANT YOU TO BE INTO THAT STUFF will only make it worse, I PROMISE YOU!!! there are many resources out there and you can dm for advice or anything!!! Not that I know how to stop fantasizing about that stuff but i maybe do have helpful coping mechanisms that could be used instead!!!

All you grown proshippers, please kill yourself if you support pedophiles or are one. I dont say that lightly. Either get help or kill yourself. You just hurt everyone around you

[idlebeks]

A few more SVSSS recs for the pile

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain—

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Ever since he was pushed into the Abyss, Luo Binghe has been dreaming of a strange world. In it, Luo Binghe's own face is everywhere, and his story is written out in humiliating detail for some stupid twink to read about. Luo Binghe hates the story, and he hates the dream realm, and he hates the godling within it - Shen Yuan - most of all.

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?"

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

Shang Qinghua’s fertilizer has unexpected effects on the mushroom body. In addition to... that, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t remember his death. Or anything at all after planting the Sun Moon Dew Mushroom seed in the dirt.

But he doesn’t need to, right? Shen Qingqiu knows PIDW and Luo Bing-ge like the back of his hand. He’ll be fine. He just has to avoid getting noticed—you know what happens to beautiful women in PIDW!

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

-

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want!

Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he regrets claiming this chaos gremlin as his own or not, but now that Shen Yuan is here, he's never letting him go. He'll have to be pried out of Shen Qingqiu's cold, dead fingers first.

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

(Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter