#that thread w from its start to its finish... and then I look at the majority of Tobias & Shalnark's threads and they're devoid of any.

[yeonban]

I love reading my moots' threads with others bc there's typically so much humanity in everyone's muses & it's such a stark contrast to the muses I write that it always leaves me in awe

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖・h.j.

🎸 — you don't think jisung cares about you enough to tell your fans you're dating, fucking. he proves you wrong when he pulls you in on stage, and kisses you in front of everyone.

♟️ — paring・hanji x reader // genres・suggestive, band members with benefits, han writing hold my hand for the reader // words・1.5k // warnings・illusions to sex, kissing on stage, cursing and general crude language, han is kind of an asshole in the beginning, but he makes up for it, kinda silly kinda sexy, a little bit of my weird awkward writing style.

a/n・ ngl it was kinda crazy rewriting this. i wrote this near the very, very beginning of my old blog and i found it rotting in my drafts bc i never got to re-upload it...then i re-read it and remembered why... (why did i never use proper punctuation holy shit) but yeah i had fun writing them on stage ngl also what do we think of the new layout/theme?? (guys im still @lixies-favorite-cookie :))

"So you're okay with fucking me before the show, but telling people we're together—that's where you draw the line?" you spit, narrowing your eyes at a frustrated Han, stress-sweating as he wrestles with his guitar strap, huffing when it gets caught on a tuft of his hair.

He's flustered, cheeks flushed and red as he cards his fingers through his hair, untangling the rogue strand from the slider. It's a Han Jisung staple: rushing right before a performance because, before he can actually get ready, he has to hear the setlist 143 times, chat with the sound tech about his new gaming system, and—his personal favorite—drag you into the bathroom to screw the daylights out of you.

He calls it: jisung's good luck fuck™

You haven't decided if you love it or hate it.

He huffs, giving you an agitated look, "We really don't have time for this, the show starts in 5 minutes." He continues tuning his guitar, testing a few strings.

"You seemed to have plenty of time when your dick was inside of me!"

He buffers, his ears flushing red as he fumbles a loud, off-tune string.

The crew freezes.

"Jesus, just put your damn bass on, y/n." He mutters, his entire face painted dark red.

You clench your jaw, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. The crowd roars from behind the velvet curtain, anticipating, your now, very soon arrival. He's right, you do need to get ready. Though, that knowledge doesn't make the crack inside your ribs any less painful.

It was futile arguing with him—if he wanted to, he would.

There's no wound getting on stage couldn't fix.

It's already an hour into the concert and the adrenaline still hasn't worn off, thrumming hot through your veins. Han's guitar explodes, threading its way into your last string fluidly. You whisper into the mic, your voice low and seductive, rolling over his riff like whiskey and wine.

The crowd goes wild, stomping so loud it makes the platform shake. Han eats it up, running across the stage and high-fiving a throng of women right before the final riff.

You finish the song with a dark, crisp chord that vibrates through the stadium with a bitter hiss. You're both gasping into the mics when everything's said and done, exchanging exhausted looks. You look over, watching as sweat drips down his forehead, making his hair stick to the back of his neck. The same thing is happening to you.

It's scorching up here, but it's worth it.

Han pants, scrunching his brows as the camera zooms in, tearing his IEM's out. You're both smiling, wobbly and slightly off center, but smiling nonetheless.

Then, he looks at you.

He's looking at you like he's plotting something, like he's in love with you, and like he's about to do something monumentally stupid all at the same time.

Whatever he was thinking, you were down.

Suddenly, the next song erupts from the speakers and he turns to you with a smile.

Han wrote the lyrics to this song after, finally, putting a label on the whole bandmates-with-benefits thing you two had going on.

It was three in the morning when you found him slumped over the bathroom sink, steam slipping out of the glass shower panels. He was butt-naked, a white towel slung over his neck, catching beads of water trickling from his wet hair. It was clear that he was troubled, a tight knit forming on his eyebrows as he stared at the single sentence written on his notebook.

First, you laughed at him for not putting clothes on before grabbing his notebook. Then, you spent the next three hours working him through his writer's block.

It was then, with your hair disheveled and mascara smudged underneath your eyes, he realized he was completely, irrevocably in love with you.

And in a typical Han Jisung fashion, he wrote a song about it

And, also, in typical Han Jisung fashion, he hid that song and his stupid feelings away from you, until, well, now.

You give him a 'what the fuck are you doing?' look before, just like he practiced, he slides towards you, plucking the first dramatic chord. You anxiously flick your eyes over his face, then the crowd, then back to him again.

"Numerous trials and errors and fights,"

A thousand eyes are watching him, and yet, he's only worried about yours. You stand there, looking both very awkward and very pissed, not knowing what to do with the bass hanging off your shoulder. He just smiles.

"Every time I see you cry

I feel like drowning in the dark

You said it's fine, but no, I'm not 'Cause all I want is you, not your tears

눈물이 마를 때까지

I wanna make you the happiest one, no fear"

His gaze never falters as he takes the final step forward, dropping his guitar and pushing away his mic. You were a mess—hair caked to your forehead by sweat, eyeliner streaming down your face from your tears, but, to him, you were as beautiful as you have always been.

It was just you and him in that stadium, when he cups your cheeks, and whispers—

"So baby, hold my hand now"

Then, he kisses you. He kisses you so hard, with so much passion it makes your knees go weak, melting into his arms. Confetti cannons explode around you.

There was no mistaking who he belonged to now.

When he pulls away, his cheeks are flushed and his lips are swollen and he just can't keep his shit-eating grin off his face. Tiny, colorful paper flutters around you, falling onto his shoulders and in his hair. It was magical, all of it was utterly magical.

It takes you a solid fifteen seconds to realize that there are other people in the room.

Forty four thousand to be exact.

He turns to the crowd, throwing his hands up into the air and finishing the song like nothing happened.

Han has been studying music for about as long as he has been alive, and in all of his 24 years of living, he has figured out three things.

One, music was the language of the heart. Two, music can only be created through passion. And three, his heart never stayed silent when he was with you.

[whitechocolate355]

time out

oneshot

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 2k

warnings - language

synopsis: after a heated argument during a scrimmage, Paige and Azzi are both benched for “unsportsmanlike behaviour.” Forced to sit in silence while their teammates play, the tension between them begins boils over — and neither of them can hold back what they really want to say (or do).

one shot request from a lovely anon!! getting around to everyone’s requests so bear w/ me… also chap 5 for full court press will be uploaded tmr morning

The gym was blisteringly loud. Sneakers screeched. Whistles pierced. Coaches yelled in a flurry of clipped commands and clipboard slaps.

And Paige was about two seconds from completely losing her shit.

“I SAID SWITCH!” she yelled, throwing her arms up as Azzi jogged past her, completely ignoring the rotation.

Azzi didn’t even spare her a glance. Just caught the rebound like it was hers by divine right and launched the ball effortlessly into the net.

Swish.

Paige’s blood boiled. “You’re seriously not gonna talk to me now?”

Azzi brushed past her again, the faint scent of musky vanilla clinging to her skin, her face stoic, as if carved in stone. “I didn’t realise I had anything left to say.”

“Oh, cut the cold act,” Paige hissed, stepping into her space. “You’re playing selfish. This is a team scrimmage, not your personal Steph Curry highlight reel.”

Azzi stopped. Turned. Her hair whipping around like a blade.

“You want to talk about selfish?” she snapped. “Maybe look in a mirror before you start throwing around words you don’t understand.”

And that was it. All it took. Paige shoved her shoulder into Azzi’s, and Azzi shoved right back.

“HEY!” Coach blew the whistle like it was a goddamn siren. “You two—BENCH. NOW. You wanna act like children? You’ll sit like them too.”

Paige stormed to the bench, jaw clenched, heart clawing at her ribs. Azzi followed, expression unreadable.

But this had been building for weeks.

Paige could feel it in the way Azzi always passed to someone else when she was open. In the glances they shared that lingered too long. In the breathless moments after every scrimmage where she half expected Azzi to say something—anything—that might make sense of the way her heart pounded after every brush of their hands.

And now, with them both benched and pissed and sitting shoulder to shoulder, Paige couldn’t take it anymore.

They sat on opposite ends of the same metal seat, separated by maybe three feet and about a mile of heat.

The game continued. Shouts echoed. The scoreboard buzzed. But in their corner, time held its breath.

Paige bounced her knee. She could feel Azzi’s presence like a gravity field.

Neither of them spoke.

Not until the fourth whistle of the quarter blew and the gym momentarily dulled into ambient chatter.

"You always do this," she muttered without turning her head.

Azzi’s brow ticked. “Do what?”

“You push until I snap, and then you act like I’m the problem.”

Azzi finally turned to face her, eyes sharp. “Maybe you are.”

Paige laughed bitterly. “God, you’re exhausting.”

“Right back at you.”

Their teammates were across the court, deep in the scrimmage, too far to hear. Too far to care. Paige felt something inside her break loose—something reckless.

“You don’t have to hate me, you know.”

Azzi’s expression flickered. “I don’t hate you.”

“No?” Paige turned now, fully. “Then what is this, Azzi? Why is it that every time I try to talk to you, it turns into a fight?”

Azzi exhaled slowly, then said, “Because if I don’t fight you, Paige, I might actually—”

But she didn’t finish. She didn’t need to. Paige felt the unspoken words hang in the air between them like a thread about to snap.

Might actually what?

Their breath tangled somewhere in the air between them. The game raged on, but the court felt impossibly small now, the air between them thick with tension.

Flashback: The First Game

The first time Paige had seen Azzi play, it was more than just basketball. That girl was a display of effortless grace, precision, and an undeniable swagger that drew Paige’s eye from the beginning. 

They had met at a youth basketball camp, and Paige hadn’t been able to forget the way Azzi dominated the court, effortlessly gliding from one play to the next. Paige had never felt the need to be jealous, or scared for her spot on the team. But for the very first time, she was. And the culprit: Azzi fucking Fudd. It wasn’t just the way she played—it was the way she carried herself. Confidence radiated from her every movement. It pissed Paige off.

But at the same time, she was drawn to it. The two were the first off the court. 

Azzi wasn’t like anyone Paige had met before, which made her feel unsettled. It was as if she could read Paige’s movements, and every one of her thoughts because before Azzi even knew where she was, Paige had kicked it to her in the corner in one, smooth movement. And unlike her other previous teammates that would’ve just fumbled the ball in surprise, Azzi caught it mid-pass with ease — as if she intercepted her own ball — to fire the quickest release the crowd had ever seen. And with that, Paige held her fingers out in celebration, because as soon as that ball graced Azzi’s hands, Paige knew that shot was cash. 

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“I don’t get you,” Paige growled, slamming her water bottle to the ground. “You show up like you’ve got nothing to prove, and then you play like your whole damn career depends on it. What is it? What do you need to prove?”

Azzi took a breath, her face a mask of calm, but Paige could see the tension in her jaw, the way her muscles were coiled, ready to spring.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Azzi said, her voice lower than usual, laced with frustration. “Not everything is about what you want, Paige.”

“Then stop pretending like you’ve got it all figured out!” Paige shot back, her voice trembling with anger and something else she didn’t want to acknowledge. “It’s like I can’t even look at you without feeling like you’re hiding something.”

Azzi’s eyes flickered, just for a second, like she was about to say something but thought better of it. The silence that followed stretched out between them, thick with unsaid words.

They were sitting inches apart. But emotionally? Miles.

Azzi finally turned toward her, eyes softer now. “You think I’m hiding something? Paige, you have no idea.”

Paige swallowed, heat rising in her chest. Her heart beat erratically in her ears.

“Oh, I think I know,” she said, voice low and dangerously soft. “You don’t let anyone close. You keep everyone at arm’s length. But I’m done with that. If you’re hiding something, then I want to know. Because I’m not gonna keep playing this game with you.”

Azzi stood up suddenly, the motion sharp and filled with frustration. “I’m not hiding anything,” she said, her voice a growl. “I’m not the one here pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. I’m the one who shows up every single day, working my ass off, and all you can do is act like I’m the problem.”

Paige stood up too, the two of them facing each other, inches apart. “Maybe I’m not pretending,” she shot back, her voice hard, eyes burning with a fire she couldn’t suppress anymore. “Maybe I’m tired of you acting like I’m just another player you can push around. I’m done with that, Azzi.”

Azzi’s breath hitched, and for a second, Paige thought she saw something flicker in her eyes. But before she could analyze it further, Azzi was stepping back. Her hand went to the back of her neck, rubbing the tension there.

“I think we both need a timeout,” Azzi muttered, more to herself than to Paige.

“Yeah, we do.” Paige replied under her breath.

.

.

.

Benched and bitter and burning from the inside out, Paige knew she needed to get away. Before she did something she shouldn't do. Watching Azzi glance over at her every so often as their chests rose and fell in sync with each other was driving her crazy. And before she could stop her thoughts, Paige stood abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Azzi asked.

“Out back. Before I say something I can’t take back.”

Azzi hesitated, then stood too, following closely behind. “Say it.”

Paige turned, inches away from the gym door. “What?”

Azzi stepped in, closer now than she had any right to be. “Say what you want to say. I’m right here. And besides, I’m done following you.”

“Fine.” Paige grunted. It was time to get real. The blonde couldn’t take it anymore. “I don’t get you,” she began. “One second you’re giving me eyes like you wanna ruin me, and the next you’re pretending I don’t exist. What the hell is your game, Azzi?”

Fuck. Did she really just air herself out to Azzi?

Azzi stepped toward her slowly, closing the distance. Her eyes were dark, unreadable, but there was something else there too—something raw.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Azzi said, her voice barely a whisper. “This isn’t a game. You think you know me, Paige. You think you understand me. But you don’t. You’ve only seen the parts of me I’ve allowed you to.”

Azzi stood a few feet away, arms crossed, expression unreadable. “Maybe I’m tired of pretending.”

And just like that, Paige couldn’t take it anymore. 

Grabbing onto Azzi’s jersey, she pulled her into her chest —not hard, not violent, just… desperate, while her free hand pushed the door back. 

[Outside]

Azzi’s breath caught as Paige leaned in. It was slow at first, hesitant, like a dare. Azzi’s heart pounded in her chest, and before she could stop herself, she was leaning into Paige too, their mouths meeting in a frantic collision of teeth and heat.

Paige slammed her palm against the building wall, caging Azzi between her broad shoulders all while forbidding herself to tear away from Azzi’s lips. Her fingers curled around the metal grate, trying to stay grounded — as if this moment wasn’t what she was fantasising about since she met Azzi. 

It was a kiss that held everything—frustration, longing, pain. All the words neither of them had said but both of them had wanted to for so long. There were no zone defences anymore. No hesitation. Just the messy, overwhelming need to feel something, anything, between them.

Azzi’s hands slid to Paige’s back, pulling her closer. Paige’s hands found the hem of Azzi’s shirt, fingers pressing against the soft skin there, memorizing the feel of her. The kiss deepened, becoming frantic, like they were trying to devour each other whole.

Why the hell did she look at Paige like that when we first met?

Why does she keep pushing Paige on the court, then staring at Paige like she’s hers?

Why does this feel better than any win?

Paige shot away her thoughts with her mouth, biting softly on Azzi’s bottom lip, as if that was where she held the answers. Azzi pressed against the wall as Paige wrapped her arms around Azzi’s waist, her muscles tensing —which sent a jolting sensation to Azzi’s spine.  Paige’s hands gripped the back of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer.

Azzi gasped into her mouth, and Paige took that gasp like a win, like a possession. She leaned back, admiring her view with a smug smirk on her face —as if she had manifested this moment— before she tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her body flush against Azzi’s now — muscle to muscle, sweat to sweat.

Azzi moaned before she could stop herself…

And Paige kissed her harder for it.

They didn’t pull away. They couldn’t. Not until a water bottle dropped somewhere in the locker room, echoing just loud enough to remind them where they were.

Paige’s hands were still bunched in Azzi’s jersey. Azzi’s fingers were threaded through Paige’s hair.

Neither of them moved. Their foreheads touched.

Paige’s voice was hoarse. “I hate you.”

Azzi’s breath fanned her lips. “No, you don’t.”

Silence.

Then Azzi kissed her again — slower this time. Like a statement. Like a fuck-you and a promise in one.

The buzzer rang again. Timeout was over.

They pulled apart, barely. Lips swollen. Chests rising and falling.

Paige glanced down, cheeks red but jaw still set. “We have five minutes.”

Azzi smirked, voice low. “Then you better move fast...”, leading her to the locker room by the jersey.

[ghostchems]

it feeds - papa v perpetua x f!reader

your night is ruined(?) by an intruder

author's note: v is for vampire :) blood sucking, boob sucking, fucking and scary shadow stuff. death and dying. despair. 1.5k words. 18+! mdni! thank you king kong photoshoot for making me finish writing this. ao3 link.

“Hello? Something there?”

Your voice rings out into the darkness, loud and tinged with fear. The window is open, curtains billowing in the frigid night air. Scratching. Squeaking. You bring the comforter up to your nose. A vain effort to hide, to put something in between you and whatever lurks in your room. The shadows begin to twist and writhe, swallowing up the bright light from the moon.

You’re left in complete darkness.

Eyes squeeze shut and you pray for this moment to be over, for it to be sleep paralysis that you’ll snap out of soon. A hand drifts along the comforter. Gentle. Almost teasing. It starts at your feet, dragging upward, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it travels beside your body. You can feel each individual finger through the fabric, cold as ice.

“Please…” A whimper escapes your throat as the hand reaches your shoulder, long fingers twirling in your hair.

“Shhh, pretty thing,” the creature purrs, “open your eyes. See me.” You don't want to. Every fiber of your being screams at you to keep them closed. But your body betrays you, eyelids fluttering open against your will. There, in the pitch black, you see its teeth first - rows upon rows of gleaming white, stretched into an impossibly wide smile.

Then you see the rest of him, materializing from the dark like smoke . A high-collared coat frames his dark figure, buttoned to the base of his neck with a sleek turtleneck beneath. On the upper half of his face sits a silver mask that gleams in the darkness. His visible eye is pure white. The exposed skin around his mouth up to his nose is painted white while his lips are an inky black that parts to reveal those terrible teeth. His hair is smooth, falling in gentle curls past pointed ears.

He steps closer, and you feel the mattress dip under his weight as he perches on the edge of your bed. His long, skeletal fingers continue their gentle caress through your hair, and you find yourself unable to look away from that bone-white eye.

"You called out to me. Did you know that, pretty thing?" he asks, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade.

"N-no," you stammer, shrinking away from his touch despite the magnetic pull of his gaze. "I didn't call anyone." It almost feels silly to argue but you’ll try anything to end this nightmare.

"Oh, but you did," he croons, leaning closer until you can feel his cold breath against your cheek. "Life got ya down? Feeling lonely? Lost in the dark?" His voice drops to a whisper, each question like a silken thread wrapping around your throat. Until you realize that his fingers have wrapped around your throat. "Those little whispers into the void - they're all little invitations to creatures like me."

You try to twist away, but his grip only tightens. Your thoughts have been mostly of a depressive nature lately; you feel stuck in your life and unsure if you’ve made the right choices. But your words weren't meant for him.

He knows what you’re thinking, his lips stretching into that terrible smile again. Frigid breath ghosts across your face as he speaks. “It’s not so bad. Let me help ease your burdens." His hand travels up your neck to settle beneath your jaw and he tilts your head to face away from him.

“W-what are you going to do?” Your voice is nothing but a breathless whisper now. Eyes dart around the dark room in fear, knowing that this is wrong. The thought of escape flutters through your mind, but he is overwhelming you. His free hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, an almost tender gesture that makes your skin crawl.

The creature chuckles, dark and silky, like poisoned honey dripping from his lips. "Despair is delicious, to me, anyway," he murmurs, and you feel those razor-sharp teeth graze against the tender skin of your neck. Your heart thunders as his grip tightens. "I'll take it from you, pretty thing. Make you feel…alive again”. He gives a shaky breath before his lips press softly against your throat. A kiss, gentle and cold, sends shivers down your spine. Your hands find their way to his back, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat without any conscious decision to do so. You’d be lying if you weren’t interested in his words.

Another kiss, and another, each one leaving trails of ice across you. You know you should be terrified but you’re subdued by his touch. He shifts on top of you, his kisses growing rougher. Your breathing quickens, eyes wide as you stare into the dark abyss of your ceiling. Thoughts scatter like leaves. The creature's nail catches the collar of your t-shirt and he tears it down the middle to the bottom hem, a clean, slow cut.

You make a surprised noise, unable to choke words out as your exposed to him. His fingers trail down your sternum, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Soft lips press against your collarbone, each kiss punctuated with a gentle scrape of teeth. You’re teetering on the edge of extreme danger and you know it - but you’re almost in a trance. Lost in how his mouth burns like frostbite. You feel his smile against you as his hands slide lower, splaying across your ribs. His mouth continues lower, kisses growing hungry and possessive. Lips hover over your heart, where your fear pounds in a violent rhythm. His teeth press down and you hold your breath, certain that this is the moment he'll tear into you. Instead, he chuckles against your flesh, dragging his nose further down your chest.

When his cold lips close around your nipple, you gasp and arch into the sensation. His tongue flicks against it as his other hand slides up to palm the other. A whimper escapes your lips as his teeth graze ever so slightly, sending sparks of electricity through your body.

His cold kisses and sharp teeth trail over you until his mouth hovers over your heart again.

This time he bites.

A flash of white light explodes behind your eyes and you cry out in agony. You’re transported somewhere else. A recurring nightmare of yours. You’re reaching out for the light as you fall into complete darkness. It moves further and further out of reach but instead of fighting, you let yourself go. Warmth spreads through your body. The darkness that once terrified you now wraps around you like a hug, soothing your fears away. The light above grows dimmer and dimmer, but your hands still extended toward it with no hope of ever touching it again. You don't mind anymore. Your muscles relax, tension melting away as you near the bottom of the pit.

The creature releases you.

Adrenaline explodes through your body, heart pounding against your ribcage as if trying to burst out of it. Lungs fill with a sharp, deep gasp of air. Your eyes fly open to find his face inches from yours, sharp teeth stained crimson with your blood bared. It drips down his chin, landing on you.

Before you can process, he crushes his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss.

The taste of copper fills your mouth as his teeth clash against yours. His tongue traces your bottom lip, cold and insistent. You can taste your own blood. You’ve already established that this is wrong, but everything feels electric. His cold fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear. The coolness of his touch soothing you. He unbuttons his pants. You feel his length press against your thigh, cold and hard. His mouth finds yours again in another bruising kiss as he positions himself between your legs.

The creature has made you come alive and now he wants to feel it.

He enters you slowly, stealing your breath away. The contrast between his icy touch and your feverish skin is maddening. His hips snap forward and you arch beneath him, a deep groan from your throat as he sets a merciless pace. His mouth finds your throat again, his teeth piercing your flesh once more as his thrusts grow more desperate. The sharp pain mingles with pleasure, making your head spin as you cling to him. Your nails dig into his back through the fabric of his coat.

His growls grow more feral with each thrust, vibrating against your throat where his teeth are still buried in your flesh. Your moans echo in the darkness of your room, unashamed and desperate. You're taking him deeper, harder, your body accepting everything he gives you. He releases your throat with a snarl, blood dripping from his lips as he looks down at you with that bone-white eye. His thrusts become more erratic, more animalistic.

Shadows pulse and swirl around you both. The creature's white eye glows brighter until it’s the only thing you can see. Your body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you cum. A strangled cry rips from the creature's throat, how you clench around him driving him to finish inside you.

The glow of his eye dims, and the shadows consume you.

“Oh, pretty thing," you hear from the darkness, "your despair tasted divine." His cold fingers trace your jaw. "And your liveliness... absolutely intoxicating."

Consciousness fades.

You do feel lighter.

[vuesitalo]

Se-Mi’s Rescue.

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Se-Mi x Fem!reader

Synopsis: In which you’re on the border of death during the red light, green light game until Se-Mi shows up to rescue you.

a/n: I will write my other requests tomorrow or next week! I’ve been sort of busy. :( I’ll try my best to finish them though!

Its eerie robotic voice echoed in the bloody battlefield.

“Green light.”

We shuffled forward, the terror of the previous rounds still weighing heavy on us. Each step felt like a gamble with death, and my legs trembled beneath me.

“Red light.”

I froze mid-step, holding my breath. Beside me, people stood motionless and their gaze nervously flitted between the giant doll at the other end of the field. Its inert nodding head moved from side to side grasping for what to do.

I’d already seen what happened to those who made even the smallest mistake. The first shots had sent chaos through the crowd, and I had almost turned to run until the reality of the situation struck. Running meant certain death.

The doll’s head stopped moving.

“Green light.”

I made myself walk on, painfully slow. My muscles felt stiff, my body unwilling to obey. Every second was a mental struggle battle between life and the terrible terror of life.

I was at least near the middle of the finish line when the accident happened. I fell subsequently to my foot impact on a dirt piece hitting my sartorius and knee. I can hear my body land on the floor all at once (and the doll too), in the stillness, and I can see the doll's head slowly turn to me.

Panic hit me like a wave. I clambered to my feet, hands getting stuck in the dirt. I felt fear begin, breathing became shallow as I desperately tried to hold myself up.

“Stay still.”

The voice was piercing, but deep, piercing like a knife in my fear. I turned my head just enough to see her—Se-Mi. She was crouched a short distance below, with her intensely focused stare fixed on me. Her very dark and long hair was unkempt, but her face was firm.

“Don’t move,” she repeated, her tone steady. “Stay down.”

“Red light.”

I froze, my body trembling with fear. My hands were on the ground and my knees were screaming in pain from the force of the landing. I did not have the courage to take a breath, much less even look at the doll.

A long, suffocating silence passed. My heart beat in my chest so hard that it felt It would expose me. But no shots came.

The doll’s voice rang out again.

“Green light.”

“Crawl toward me,” Se-Mi whispered. Her gaze momentarily went to the doll and then back to me. “Slowly. Don’t rush.”

When I started wriggling in the dirt on my hands and knees with my arms trembling. Each step felt like a chance, a roll of the dice, even the smallest movement and the risk of killing myself.

“Red light.”

I froze, my face still pressed against the ground. I wasn't even able to raise my head to see where Se-Mi was gone. Simply, I hoped I was close enough to her in the hope of it working.

“Green light.”

Her hand reached out toward me, her fingers steady. I extended my hand, and my hand shook when I grasped hers. She got me to move quickly in one fluid motion, bringing me to my knees.

“You’re okay,” she murmured, her voice low but reassuring. “Just stay with me.”

From then on, I followed her lead. Se-Mi moved accurately, every move perfectly in time to the beat of the game. She was tranquil, undeterred, and yet in her composure something about her reassurance calmed me.

We progressed incrementally, the goal line getting closer with each utterance of “Green light. The moment the voice of the doll changed 'Red light, we all stood still, as if tethered together by an unseen thread.

The field behind us was chaos. A man did so as he fell, and shots rang out. A woman fell to the ground, her body lifeless. I did not have the courage to look back, but I could tell that it all just weighed down on me.

Se-Mi didn’t falter. Her focus was unyielding, her gaze locked ahead.

“Green light.”

We moved again, our steps slow but deliberate. When the finish line was constricted, almost, I could almost taste it.

“Red light.”

We stopped, the air heavy with tension.

“Green light.”

With one final step, we crossed the line. My legs gave way from under me, and I hit the floor, catching my breath as I struggled to get air.

For a short time I could not reason, could not make sense of what had just occurred. The only thing I felt was relief—pure, overwhelming relief.

“You’re safe now,” Se-Mi said, crouching beside me. Her hand rested on my shoulder, firm but comforting.

I looked up at her, tears stinging my eyes. “I-I thought I was going to die.”

Almost," she said, flatly. She was just stating the truth. “But you didn’t. And now you know what it takes to survive.”

I nodded, though her words didn’t feel reassuring.

She straightened, her gaze drifting back to the field. People still lived in those places and threw to make it across the goal line. All other participants took decisions too fast, to the extent that fear would make them to take wrong decisions. Others hesitated too much, their indecision becoming their downfall.

Se-Mi observed it all in a blasé way, her arms crossed, on her chest.

Why did you do that for me?," I whispered even more audibly.

She gazed down at me, but not so cold any longer. “Because you needed it,” she said simply. “And because I need allies in here.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

“If you want to make it through this, she continued, “you’ll need to stay calm. Think before you move. And trust me.”

I nodded again, this time with more conviction.

Se-Mi, gave me her hand and I grasped it, I let her draw me up to my feet.

“Come on,” she said, her tone more matter-of-fact now. “This is just the beginning.”

As I stood beside her, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of gratitude and fear. Gratitude for her saving me when she didn’t have to. Fear for what would come next.

But one thing was certain: I wasn’t going to make it through this alone. Now, Se-Mi was the only one I could confide in.

[chocholattes]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Handicrafts 101…(ft. Uryu ishida!)

Summary: You wish to learn how to sew after seeing Uryu’s incredible embroidering skills for yourself while waiting for him to finish up at his club. A few days later, he’s prepared a little session for you to learn everything you need… what’re you waiting for? It’s time to learn!

Content: GN! Reader, pure fluff, a tiny bit of banter between u and Uryu!! Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic (though it does get a bit sappy at one point ><)

Character: Uryu ishida!!

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: This was super fun to write omg! I love the fact Uryu can sew, it’s just such a cute extra little thing about him that makes me adore him even more than I already do<33 I’m certain that he’d be more than happy to show someone how to sew like he does…I’m definitely thinking of making a part 2 for this! It doesn’t feel incomplete however I have thoughts and concepts of other things to do when sewing w/ Uryu. Anyway, sorry for rambling, hope you all enjoy reading this ^_^

Uryu is incredibly skilled with sewing. This is a fact.

Like, let’s be real. He’s made people dresses, shirts, and repaired many items while adding his signature Quincy cross to all…

From repairing Kon and putting him in a frilly dress, to fixing up his friends’ clothes, there’s a lot he’s capable of when it comes to the wonderful world of textiles.

So teaching you how to sew is super easy. That is, if you’re willing to learn.

He’d guide you and help you learn the basics, starting with simple stiches.

If you mess up, it’s okay! He’s got everything you might need. You used the wrong thread colour? He’s got the correct one waiting for you. You screwed up your stitch and you need to start again? He’s got a seam ripper on hand!

As long as you’re not being purposefully or overly wasteful with his equipment he wouldn’t care in the slightest. If you were, he’d scold you very lightly.

If there’s something specific you want to make, like a small plushie, or a pillow, hell, even an item of clothing, he’ll help you do it!

I think he’s someone that takes pride in his skill, as well as the ability that he’s able to teach you this skill as well.

He’d find joy in teaching you sewing, it’s a hobby of his that he dearly enjoys, and sharing it with someone close to him is something that he’ll forever find comfort in.

The afternoon sun is warm and accommodating, and although it’s visible through your window, its rays don’t irritate you, or prevent you from eagerly looking at Uryu, whose focus is on preparing the activity you guys had been planning for…

It’d only started a couple days ago when you’d been waiting for Uryu to finish up at the handicrafts club. He’d been so focused while working on some embroidery at his desk, and you chuckled as you remember how he’d jumped for a split moment when you snuck up behind him.

“Please,” he’d let out a slightly shaky sigh, readjusting his glasses and delicately placing his needle and embroidery down before he’d turned to look at you. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“I didn’t think I’d actually make you jump, sorry…” you had trailed off, looking at his desk. Your eyes immediately begin to sparkle when you saw the gorgeous embroidery that he’d been working on prior to your arrival. It only took you one look at the ruby red thread and the the deep shades of green that accompanied it to recognise that he had been embroidering a rose- a gorgeous one at that. The flower had been embroidered so well, and it looked so full of life that just gazing at it had made you feel warm inside.

You had stopped, however, when you’d felt a finger prod at the side of your arm. You turned to see that Uryu had been looking at you, confusion written all over his face.

“Are you okay? You were zoning out,” he’d asked you.

“Ah- No! I was just really interested in the stuff you were sewing,” you stammered, fiddling with your hands. You’d felt your face heat up in pure embarrassment.

Uryu’s lips curved upwards and his eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Yes, really! You’re so good at sewing, this looks so gorgeous! I wish I could make things like that,” you mused.

It hadn’t been the first time you’d seen Uryu sew: he had made and repaired tons of different items for all sorts of occasions.

But this was the first time you’d actively commented on wanting to learn something he excelled at, which ended up leading to now.

The two of you preparing to sew in the comforting place that was your bedroom— or rather, Uryu preparing to teach you some basic sewing.

“Some of the stuff involving sewing is quite easy,” Uryu mutters, giving you a basic rundown on what’s to come. His back is hunched and his legs are crossed as he finishes up organising all the equipment. It’s neatly arranged on the floor; it’s so typical of Uryu to sort things out in such a manner that it makes you smile. “It can get quite tricky, but it’s something we can work on together. Now come on, we don’t have all day.”

And so it begins.

You and Uryu are now sat facing eachother, the only thing between the two of you being the sewing equipment.

“We’ll start with some basic stitches,” Uryu declared. “Grab your needle, a some of the fabric, and you can pick your thread colour.”

You eagerly nod, doing what he says with haste. You’re thankful that Uryu had organised everything nicely. You picked out a fine needle, a small amount of the pre-cut white fabric, but you pause in wonder when you look at the bobbins of threads. There are so many colours, and your face morphs into multiple diverse expressions as your hand hesitantly bounces back and forth from each thread bobbin.

“What’s taking you so long?” Uryu questions, his equipment already in his hands.

“It’s just— I can’t— there are way too many pretty threads to use!” You whine, throwing your hands around.

“I only bought twelve.”

“Twelve too many!”

A quick sigh escapes leaves Uryu’s mouth, and though he seemed to be slightly agitated by the amount of time it was taking to get everything together, it was honestly the opposite.

Although you both had yet to start on the actual sewing, Uryu was simply happy to be able to teach you, and to his chagrin, he did actually find your indecisiveness quite adorable.

“Hurry up and pick.”

“Don’t rush me! This is your fault, you know.”

“How is it my fault-”

“You brought way too many colours along!”

Okay. You’d finally picked out a thread colour for yourself. Well actually— Uryu had, because in his words, you were “far too indecisive.”

…you did agree with that statement, but you’d die on the hill that it was his fault that you’d been that way. It’s not your fault there are way too many pretty colours to pick from! No way!

Anyway, you thought to yourself, it’s time to focus.

A fleeting grin graced Uryu’s lips for a split moment as he looked at you; so intent on learning, the determined look on your face providing him some sort of solace.

He wasn’t sure of what to make of it— it wasn’t like this feeling was foreign— heavens, no.

You’d shared countless amounts of sweet moments together, but to Uryu there was something so special, something brilliantly foreign about passing down one of his favourite pastimes to you, and it was then, the moment when he’d seen your evident determination and want to learn, that he promised to himself that he’d do his very best to teach you the art of sewing.

So he clears his throat, holding up his needle and thread. “We’ll start with a front stitch. First, you need to put your thread through your needle, then tie a knot at the end.

You follow his instruction with moderate ease, only slightly struggling when it comes to poking the thread through the tiny needle hole.

“That’ll act as an anchor, and stop your thread from slipping off when we get to sewing. Now, we’ll start with a straight stitch,”

He holds his fabric out so you can see it, and starts sewing at a much slower pace than what you’re used to seeing. He weaves his needle through the material with ease, and the feeling of your eyes focused on his actions has him swelling with pride.

There’s a low muttering that flows out of his mouth in rhythm with the bobbing of his hand. Up, down, up, down…

You were enjoying viewing this. Uryu looked incredibly relaxed, and with his expertise you found learning from him (both visually and verbally) to be very easy.

He quickly finished up, showing you the white fabric and the deep blue thread that presented his stitch, sewed in a perfectly neat and straight line

You were eager to work on yours, and work on it you did. It was quite easy: you followed Uryu’s previous actions and he watched.

“Up, down, up, down,” you repeated, slowly poking your needle through the fabric, then letting it dip and disappear again. You were admittedly slower with yours, but you liked the way it was turning out (despite the fact that it was a little wonky from how shaky your hand was while sewing) and when it was done, you showed Uryu, an accomplished look printed fiercely across your facial features.

He was looking over your stitching with a small smile on his face. He handed your fabric back to you, picking up his own to show you something new. He started sewing.

“Next, a backstitch. It’s a lot like a front stitch, but it doesn’t leave a gap between your stitches, see?” He showed you his unfinished stitch, which served as an example. “I start the stitch normally, then I go back, and continue again. You repeat those actions until you finish off the stitch.”

You nod, humming. “So it’s like going back and forth?”

“You could say that.”

“Okay then! Here goes…” your voice fades off as you begin to work on the stitch. It’s not as easy as last time— but it’s not painfully challenging either— it’s just right!

Back, forth, back, forth… are the only two words in your mind as you direct your focus back to the stitch. You finish it up, looking at your work with pride. Again, it’s a little wonky (with some of the stitches looking a little off,) but you’re satisfied with it regardless, and present it to the man in front of you. “What do you think, Uryu?”

“It looks great for a beginner. Some of the stitches are a little crooked, sure, but that can be fixed with more practice sessions.”

“More sessions ?” You echo, starry eyed.

“Of course- that is if you want to take part in more after this.”

“Of course! I’d really enjoy learning more with you Uryu. I’ve loved learning today so far, even though it hasn’t been much! You’re an incredible teacher, you make this sewing stuff super easy to understand and do! I want to make a pretty embroidered flower like you did the other day, so as long as you’re willing to teach me more…”

Uryu’s face gradually goes bright red the more you ramble, however, he’s still functioning well enough to give you a reply. “Yes! Of course! We’ve only learned a few basic stitches, however we can probably make a start on embroidery soon-”

“I’m glad! Anyway, what’s the next stitch?”

“It’s a blanket stitch. It’s a bit difficult, so do pay close attention. Now, you start by sewing closer to the edge of the fabric…”

[gurokiitty]

YAAAY Y’RE IN JJK ERA NOW AM I RIGHT?!?!?! !! 🎀

(can i request any staff with geto plz? (literally my #1 man ever 🙏🏿🙏🏿))

a/n : yesss i ammm and i LOVE geto too <3<3 i'm finished my exams and i actually couldn't stop thinking abt getting high w/ him!!! hope you enjoy, rosé :3

ROTTEN APPLE

{ stoner! suguru geto x f! reader }

word count : 3135

warnings/tags : mild DUBCON, college au, friends to lovers, drug use (marijuana), inexperienced reader, mild coercion, intoxicated/sloppy sex, cunnilingus, creampie.

Suguru has always been different—calm on the surface, languid like water that flows wherever it pleases. You, on the other hand, are all edges and discipline, tethered to your schedule and ambitions like a kite tied to an unyielding post.

But tonight, he’s managed to untether you.

“C'mon,” he says, his voice smooth and coaxing like honey. “You should just try it once." His dark hair spills over his shoulders, framing his face as he watches you with a lazy smile.

“Absolutely not—I am not doing drugs,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, though the finality in your tone is already softening under the weight of his gaze. His voice is always disarming, his words too gentle to feel like pressure.

“Not drugs,” he adds with a playful shrug, “just… assisted relaxation.” The sleek glass bong gleams in his hand, an offering of escape. You’ve spent days hunched over textbooks, suffocating under the weight of equations and essays, and for once, you don’t have the energy to resist him.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

You nod, tentative but willing. His grin widens, and your resolve dissolves like sugar in warm tea.

He sets up the bong with ease, his long fingers moving deftly to pack the bowl. The weed smells sharp and earthy, its aroma curling into the air like incense. When he flicks the lighter, the small flame flares bright, illuminating his face for a heartbeat. He looks almost holy, a dark angel leaning close to guide you through some forbidden ritual.

“Okay,” he says, wrapping an arm around you, his broad chest warm against your side. “See this?” He taps the glass gently. “You’re gonna put your lips here, and when I light the bowl, just inhale slow and steady. When the chamber's full, let go of the carb and clear it. Easy.”

You follow his instructions clumsily, your fingers brushing his as you hold the cool glass. The flame crackles softly, and smoke swirls inside the chamber like a storm cloud, dense and white. You draw in slowly, and the hit punches sharp into your chest, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. When you exhale, the smoke spills out in a trembling haze, fogging your glasses.

Suguru laughs, warm and unrestrained. “Cute,” he murmurs, reaching out to adjust the frames slipping down the bridge of your nose. “You’re a natural.”

“Hardly,” you mutter, blinking away tears from the roughness of the hit. He takes a turn, his movements fluid and sure, before passing the bong back to you. You take another hit and the world begins to soften at the edges. The air feels heavier, thicker, and your body starts to sink into the cushions, the tension in your shoulders unwinding like a thread pulled loose. The taste of smoke lingers on your tongue, sharp and strange but not unpleasant, and every inhale feels like stepping deeper into a dream.

Time stretches, slows. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been there, passing the bong back and forth, his laughter weaving into the fog around you. The warmth spreading through your limbs grows unbearable, like your blood has turned to molten honey. When you lean into him, your head resting against his chest, he doesn’t protest. His hand slides into your hair, stroking gently, and his voice drifts down to you like a lullaby.

“You okay?” he asks, soft but teasing. You nod sluggishly, your eyelids heavy and half-lidded. Everything feels distant, muted, except for him. The steady beat of his heart thrums against your ear, grounding you even as your mind spins.

“I feel... warm,” you mumble, the words slurring together.

His chest shakes with quiet laughter, his fingers trailing through your hair like silk. "Yeah?” he murmurs, brushing a strand away from your face. “You look warm.”

He tilts your face up with gentle fingers, his thumb brushing your cheek. The corners of his mouth quirk up, his expression softening as he watches you, so unguarded for once.

Your vision blurs, but you can still see the way his brown eyes glint, like polished stones catching firelight. They hold you there, spellbound and still, as if the world has slowed to a crawl around you.

“Your cheeks are all flushed,” he notes with a laugh, his thumb slipping to rest lightly on your lower lip. “You’re gorgeous like this.”

Your lips part instinctively, but no words come—only the thrum of your pulse in your ears and the heat curling low in your belly as his gaze lingers on your mouth.

Before you can think, his lips are on yours, soft and insistent, urging you to respond. Your thoughts scatter like ash in the wind, leaving only sensations—the warmth of his mouth, the faint sweetness of his breath, and the way his hands cradle your face as if you’re something fragile.

You melt into him, your body pliant under his touch as his tongue brushes against yours. Suguru's hands drift lower, slipping under your knitted sweater to trace the curve of your waist, his palms searing against your skin. You shiver, a soft whimper escaping your lips, and he swallows the sound with a smirk.

"You're sensitive," he says, his voice vibrating against your mouth as his fingers skim higher, ghosting over the underside of your ribs.

He pulls your sweater over your head, his movements slow as he drinks you in. The cool air hits your skin, but his lips are quick to find you again—kissing a path down your body from your collarbone, to the curve of your stomach. His hands follow the trail of his mouth, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Just relax, princess. I'll take care of you." He hums, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your pants.

You try to object, but the words tangle in your throat, coming out as a soft, incoherent hum. Suguru smiles, pressing his lips to your stomach.

Your body betrays you, hips tilting instinctively as he slides your pants down, the fabric pooling at your ankles.

You can't help but glance, taking a furtive peek at your own underwear. "Oh my," he murmurs, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of the lacy, lavender-coloured panties. "Did you wear these for me?"

You try to shake your head, to deny the question, but he chuckles softly, his hand brushing over the delicate fabric. “Liar,” he grins, the warmth of his palm seeping through the lace, making your stomach flutter.

Your breath hitches when he hooks a finger under the waistband of your panties and tugs them down agonizingly slowly. Lace glides over plump skin, dragging against your thighs as it’s peeled away, leaving you bare and trembling under his gaze. He leans closer, so close you can feel his breath ghosting against your cunt, and you instinctively try to squeeze your legs shut, but his hands are quick to still you.

“Fuck, you're already dripping,” he says softly, sending a flush to your cheeks. One of his hands slides between your thighs, his fingers dipping into your slick folds. His touch is unhurried as he gathers the fluid and lifts his hand to his mouth.

His tongue flicks, gliding over his fingers to taste you, and his lashes flutter as he lets out a soft, pleased hum. “Sweet,” he murmurs, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory gleam. Embarrassment floods you and you try to look away, veiling your face behind trembling hands.

“Don't hide from me,” he murmurs, his tone almost chastising, though there’s a smile tucked in the corner of his mouth. "I want to see your pretty face as I eat you out."

"W-Wait, Sugu—" Your voice cracks as your hand reaches for his shoulder in feeble protest. He chuckles, his fingers sliding gently to entwine with yours. “I’ve got you. Just let me make you feel good.”

Your breath catches in your throat as he settles between your thighs, his hands firm on your hips to keep you from squirming away. Your mind feels foggy, your thoughts disjointed and swirling, but his presence anchors you, drawing all your focus to the way his head dips lower and his lips part so prettily.

When his tongue finally meets you, the sensation is molten. He starts slow—broad, languid strokes that glide through your wetness, his tongue curling at the end to lap up every bit of you. The warmth of his mouth engulfs you, wet and sloppy, and the obscene sounds of his ministrations make your face burn even hotter.

You’re vaguely aware of his hands, one gripping your thigh to hold you steady while the other shifts to spread you wider. You writhe beneath him, his name slipping from your lips in breathy whispers, but it feels distant, surreal—like a wet dream you’re floating through, too vivid to be real.

Your mind spins, thoughts shattering like fragile glass, each one broken by the next swipe of his tongue. His tongue flattens against your clit, pressing hard for a moment before he changes pace, teasing the sensitive bundle with quick, feather-light flicks that make your back arch off the couch.

“That's it,” he urges between strokes, his lips brushing your skin as he speaks. The words send a rush of heat straight to your core, and your thighs tremble beneath his unrelenting grip.

His pace shifts again, slower, sloppier, his tongue delving deeper as your fingers curl into the cushions. He presses his mouth against you harder, drinking in your reactions as you writhe, each mewl spilling from your lips sharper than the last. When he pulls back to catch his breath, his lids are heavy, his grin lazy and satisfied, like the euphoric haze after taking a deep hit. His lips glisten, his chin damp with your arousal, and the faint sheen catches the light, making you whimper.

“Keep your eyes on me, girl,” he commands, pulling you from the fog of your mind. His thumb slides up to rub gentle circles against your clit as he waits for you to meet his gaze. When you do, the hunger in his eyes threatens to swallow you whole.

“You taste like heaven,” he says, his tone softer now, almost worshipful as he lowers his mouth to you again. This time, his movements are more insistent—his tongue plunges into you, curling and twisting, coaxing every last tremor from your body while his thumb keeps up its relentless rhythm on your clit. You feel yourself falling apart, splintering at the seams, your body a quivering, pliant mess under his touch.

"Go ahead n' cum on my face, pretty girl," Suguru hums, grinding the pad of his thumb against your sensitive clit. You groan, your head falling back against the couch as your hips jerk involuntarily, chasing the release he’s dragging out of you. Your mind feels hazy, untethered, and your thoughts dissolve with each stroke of his tongue.

When it finally hits, it’s like a tidal wave, ripping through you with a force that leaves you gasping and shuddering. Your vision blurs, white-hot pleasure consuming every sense as your fingers twist into the fabric of the couch. He doesn’t stop, his tongue lapping at you greedily, prolonging the high until you’re babbling.

As you come down, your breath ragged and your limbs boneless, Suguru pulls back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he crawls back up your body. He presses his mouth to yours in a sloppy, hungry kiss, the taste of your arousal still fresh on his tongue. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue sweeps against yours, sharing the essence of your pleasure.

He finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. "I've dreamed of this," he confesses, his voice low. His hand cradles your cheek as he studies your face, his thumb brushing tenderly over your swollen lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to taste you, to make you fall apart like that.”

Butterflies swarm in your stomach as he leans back on his heels, his hands sliding down to the waistband of his sweatpants. He shimmies them down, the fabric slipping over his hips to reveal the sharp cut of his V-line, trailing down to a dark patch of hair that disappears into the base of his length. His happy trail leads your eyes lower, framing the way his cock juts forward, thick and heavy, the tip already flushed and glistening. The sight makes your breath hitch, a nervous flutter mingling with the heady anticipation coiling in your chest.

“You ready?” he asks, his honeyed gaze locking with yours. You nod hesitantly, your head feeling heavy, your body languid and loose as if you could drift to sleep any second. The corner of his mouth twitches, an imperceptible softness flickering through his expression as he hooks your legs over his shoulders.

He presses a gentle kiss to the side of your knee before his grip on your thighs tightens. Slowly, he shifts forward, the head of his cock brushing against your slick entrance. The stretch begins almost immediately, the thick crown pressing into you with unrelenting pressure.

"I’ll go slow," he murmurs, his voice molten and soothing, like liquid gold pouring over your senses. His forehead brushes against your shin as he inches forward, his breath warm and uneven against your skin.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his words coming out shaky, barely audible over the soft hitch in his breathing. His hands slide up your thighs, gripping you like you’re something he can’t bear to let go of.

Your head tilts back, the high from before lingering, nullifying every painful sensation as his cock slips deeper. The room feels hazy, the air thick with heat, your skin tingling with hypersensitivity as your walls stretch and adjust to his size. “S-Suguru,” you gasp, your nails digging into the couch cushions.

“I know, I know, princess,” he soothes, his thumbs brushing slow, calming circles into the soft flesh of your thighs. “You’re taking me so well. God, you’re perfect like this.” His voice is velvet, reverent, and laced with something deeper—something that makes your heart flutter.

His movements grow steadier as he thrusts deeper, his pace still unhurried—but there’s a growing urgency in the way his hips press against yours, the way his hands tighten around you. You cling to him, your body trembling, the pleasure building slowly like waves lapping against the shore.

“I can feel you clenching around me,” he breathes, his tone laced with awe. His lips find your calf, trailing kisses down the length of your leg, each one searing and delicate. “Feels so good, baby. You feel so good.”

Your hands reach out, grasping for something—anything—to anchor you. “Suguru, please—” you start, your voice breaking into a sob. “I’ve got you,” he promises, his hands slipping to cradle your hips, pulling you closer as he shifts deeper, his movements becoming the slightest bit rougher.

He grinds his hips, dragging his length out until just the tip lingers, only to stuff it back in. His hands find your waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, keeping you steady as his pelvis snaps forward with enough force to bury himself completely. The wet, obscene sound fills the room, and he groans deeply, his head dropping for a moment as his hair cascades over his face.

You mewl, thighs quivering against his shoulders as the sensation builds, raw and dizzying. His cock slides along your gummy walls, sinking deeper to nudge the spot inside that has your back arching off the couch. A sharp cry escapes your lips, your fingers clawing at the cushions as a familiar sensation blooms in your core. “S-Shit, right there,” you gasp, barely coherent, the word tumbling out in a broken plea.

Suguru’s dark eyes flicker up to yours, his grin widening as if he’s just uncovered the most precious secret. “Right here?” he teases, grinding his hips slowly, deliberately, the head of his cock dragging over that spot again and again. “You like that, don’t you?” His tone is soft, coaxing, but there’s a cocky edge to it that makes your cheeks burn.

“P-Please,” you stammer, the pressure building so rapidly it has your toes curling. He adjusts your legs over his shoulders, his grip tightening as his pace becomes measured, unrelenting, hitting that same devastating angle with every thrust.

The pressure builds so rapidly it has you babbling, eyes squeezed shut as your toes curl. He adjusts your legs over his shoulders, his grip tightening as his pace becomes measured, unrelenting, hitting that same devastating angle with every thrust. You can barely form a reply—your words caught somewhere between a cry and a moan.

“C'mon, baby,” he purrs, his voice melting into your skin. “I can feel you getting close. Let go for me—wanna feel you clamp around me as you cum.” His words are filthy, his tone dripping with praise, and the combination sends you hurtling toward the edge.

Your body trembles as the coil inside you snaps, a wave of ecstasy crashing over you so intensely it robs you of air. Your walls flutter and squeeze around him like a vice as you cry out his name, your hands reaching blindly to grasp at his arms. “Good girl, just like that,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he rides out your climax while his own begins to crest.

Suguru's head tilts forward, his lips brushing against the curve of your thigh, his breath heavy and ragged as he groans, “You’re squeezing me so tight, fuck—I don’t think I can—”

The rhythm falters and his head falls against your shoulder, his hips grinding into you one final time before he stills. You feel it then, the warmth spreading deep inside, and your dazed mind registers his groan, guttural and drawn-out, as he buries himself fully in you.

His breaths are uneven with the final pulses of his release, his movements involuntary as he rides out the last remnants of his high. When he finally leans back, his dark gaze drops to where your bodies are still connected. His cum seeps out in pearlescent trails, glistening as it trickles down your folds and pools on your ass. The sight makes him curse under his breath, his hands gripping your thighs as he lazily thrusts forward to push the mess back inside.

His gaze flicks back to your face, his expression softening as a crooked grin tugs at his lips. He watches your chest heave, your skin flushed, your half-lidded eyes clouded with exhaustion and the lingering high.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your swollen lips. “You’re fucking wrecked. Maybe I should get you high more often.”

[bloodsuckerproxy]

Making of my Crochet Kigurumi Fursuit Head!

I have found little info online that helps fully explain how to make a Kigurumi Fursuit Head, so I am posting not only how I made my own, but linking tutorials that helped me!

I went about making my head in a nontraditional fashion. Most kig heads are made from layers of plastic, foam, fur, and a helmet to help secure everything on you. I didnt do that, since I have little resources and money. Plus, I have tons of sensory issues and am disabled, so I needed something lighter and more flexible. I wanted to push myself to see if I could make a kig head with my knowledge of crochet.

Disclaimer: This is my first ever tutorial and kigu head and I didnt take as many photos as I liked, so feel free to ask any questions uwu

I used this piece I drew as a base for everything, but as I made my kig head, I ended up changing things and adding more stuff. But this is the blueprint.

Let us start with the face!

The face is the easiest part. There are actually TONS of tutorials on how to fur a kig head, which is really the only part of the head you can find in abundance. Many people use Minky fabric for the base of the head, but I opted for Anti-Pill Fleece since it is easier for me to find and it is cheaper.

I got a bit excited and started doing the makeup and such right after adding the fur to the face, which in hindsight I dont recommend. I had to fix up the makeup, so maybe wait until the hair is done before you do the face! I will talk more about the face later, but for now the rest of the head.

I crocheted a hat with long sides out of plain acrylic yarn. I was inspired by this tutorial , since I was considering doing a full mask before I decided to opt out of that. I just added more rows until the hat fit me. I have crocheted plenty of hats over the years, so this wasnt very hard for me.

If you find a tutorial online to make a simple hat using a magic circle, make the hat fit you, then just add some rows in the back until I looks like a helmet or weird bob wig lol. It doesnt have to be perfect by any means. I do think using a color similar to the hair color you want is best though. Most of my character is white, so I opted for white.

I put the hat on, then hot glued the mask on where the foreheads meet. Since I used a Half Double Crochet for my hat, there are little to no holes in the hat, meaning the hot glue didnt seep through and burn me, but still be careful!!

Then I pulled the hat and mask off, gluing the sides of the hat/helmet on to the mask. I was HEAVILY inspired by this creator and their video of how they made their kigu head. They used an old balaclava, while I used a crocheted hat.

There is the base!!

Next I crocheted some ears for my character, I used this Bra Cup Tutorial for the shape in order to make cute, large triangle ears for my lamb character. I knew the ears would get in the way, so I made them first so I knew how much hair I would need to later add.

I made a matching red triangle and white triangle, stacked them, then crocheted around it to secure them together. I used this video as inspo for it, but used my own shape instead. I did quite a few rounds and honestly didnt count. I kept going until the size looked good. Then I sewed them to my hat/helmet base.

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Now for the hair/wig portion!

I knew you could use acrylic yarn for doll hair, but I never considered using yarn for a whole wig. Turns out its a thing! So I made some yarn wefts and began to brush them out. There are tons of tutorials on Youtube about yarn wig for dolls or people. This one helped me the most.

The main thing you want to keep in mind is the length will be much shorter once you finish brushing out the yarn, as is the nature of yarn. I made all my yarn really long and ended up cutting most of it in the end for my character, but I am glad I went longer overall.

I just used a cat brush and comb to comb out the wefts. Then I sewed on the wefts to the crocheted hat. I used pink thread for the first weft, but moved to white since it blended in better.

You can see I made lines of where my wefts would go on the hat. I just followed along and made tons of wefts until the head was full. Then I styled the hair how I wanted!

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The Face and last minute details!!

As you can see, I added a lot to the face. I used mostly acrylic paint markers, with little touches of eyeshadow to add a faint blush and such.

For the eyes, I followed tons of Follow-Me eye tutorials online and copied. I used the paint markers to paint them on some thick mixed media paper, but you could easily have them printed on cardstock or mesh online. I just used what I had!

The lashes are made from simple black arts and crafts foam. Very cheap stuff. Some people use 3D printed lashes or fur, but I like the cartoony look more. The fangs are also foam.

As for the studs and horns, I had them already and just glued them on. I painted the horns to match my eyes and added glitter glue to make them sparkle!! :D

I also glued the bangs down so they would always look pretty!!

Finally, I added tons of cute earrings and accessories to make my character even cuter. I have lots of jewelry and some I dont wear or dont like how they look on me, so I used them for this instead!

I also crocheted some little hoove gloves as well... but I made it up on the fly and dont fully remember how I made them lol. I have been crocheting a long time and sometimes I just make things up!!

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Final results!!

This is the final result! I think Yu came out super cute, even if she looks different from my ref sheet. I think she looks even cuter in this version!!!

In total, this entire head and hooves cost me about $80 and 5 full days of time.

I had a lot of the supplies already and the knowledge of crocheting. Also the time it took me was a bit long since I did have to trial and error some things.

If you know minimally how to crochet a hat and a little bit about sewing, you could make this work!! The longest part was the hair by far, so expect a long of brushing if you do the yarn wig route!!

I hope to do more in the future and maybe I will do an updated tutorial one day :D!! Cheers!!

[wizrizz]

I have lots of asks, but I don't want to be annoying, so I'll keep it simple for now.

1. How does the town/school react to their relationship? How do they treat them?

2. Are they very open with their love? Like running out onto the field to kiss after a win or more hidden?

3. Is Robin muscular? Because...Robin with muscles makes me happy

4. Do they ever get jealous because the other is always surrounded by other girls?

5. And finally, for now, what are their dynamics in this AU like?

I love this idea and would love to see it finished one day!!

pls ask all u want 😭u wont be annoying and talking abt it genuinley motivates me so 😭

1. the town is surprisingly supportive, its a modern AU so homophobia isnt as common but there r a few ppl who heckle and are rude abt it, namely jason carver and tommy hagan.

2. theyre pretty open with their love, robin asks nancy to prom during one of their halftimes and everyones all clapping and cheering and stuff and if robin ever hits a game winner nancy rushes onto the field to congratulate her, kisses and hugs and all.

nancy also always wears robin’s letterman jacket. all the time. like robin only gets to wear it when nancy gives it back to her so it can smell like her again and then nancy steals it back 😭

and obviously social media is a thing and theyre always all over eachother’s social media. (if i can find the app to do it i might even make fake social media profiles for them and the little text threads to include but i literally dont know how to do that so if anyone sees this and knows how let a girl know pls.)

3. robin is indeed muscular. she plays football and even though shes the kicker/punter she does the same body training as everyone else so absolutely she’s muscular. ( and it makes nancy very happy too ;) )

4. they do get jealous but not in an unhealthy way

nancy gets jealous bc all the girls flirt with robin. even her cheer teammates. and it makes nancy jealous because they ALWAYS flirt with robin but robin is lowkey oblivious and so enamored by nancy that she’s not even paying attention to any of the other girls tbh. she always apologizes tho when nancy says something

robin gets jealous but not abt girls around nancy. she gets jealous abt the guys around nancy. specifically her teammate tommy always flirt with nancy and hes said things to nancy before while shes waiting for robin after practice and he’s said very inappropriate things to robin abt nancy before and its literally gotten robin suspended from school for a week or two bc she got into a fight with tommy after he spread rumors abt nancy (idk what exactly those rumors are yet, im thinking since its modern time AU, and in canon tommy helped w the whole ‘nancy the slut wheeler’ thing maybe he like got so jealous of robin having nancy that he spread some girl’s nudes around saying they were nancys, and robin obviously knows that they arent nancys so she starts a fight as soon as she sees him. (and ofc nancy slaps the shit out of him too when she sees him. ik canonically she slaps steve but like potatoe potatoe yk) but ya anyways robin only ever really gets jealous of guys around nancy, not so much girls. bc guys always havw their eyes on nancy, and girls do too dont get me wrong, but theres just something that bothers robin when men look at nancy 😭

occasionally she’ll make jokes abt her cheer teammates and her but theyre never that serious

besides they both trust eachother so again its not toxic jealousy

5. their dynamics r kinda different ig

robin is more loose, shes not very serious and hates serious conversations so she loves deflecting. she holds her emotions in until everything collapses on her and it always ends horribly but she continues to do it anyways. its kind of a rough spot in their relationship bc nancy talks to robin about how shes feeling and shes emotional with robin and open with robin but robin is not open with anyone and it bothers nancy bc she doesnt feel like robin trusts her and she has to just watch robin go through things without being able to help her very much.

robin likes to go to parties with steve, nancy, and sometimes eddie, but she only goes to parties with steve, nancy, and sometimes eddie. other than that she will not go bc she is still a socially awkward person that cant read social cues.

and ig like tw for drunk driving and death and crashing and stuff

but nancy is not the biggest fan of parties. the whole backstory to this is that she and barb got drunk at a party with steve and eddie (this is midway through sophomore year, a few months before robin and nancy get together and for this AU steve and nancy never dated but nancy is surprisingly very good friends with eddie and steve and eddie are dating in this AU and have been since the beginning of sophomore year) anyways, nancy decides to stay at the party with steve and eddie and barb drives home and gets into a car accident and passes away. so nancy is like lowkey traumatized by alcohol and parties but she cant let robin go without her because shes terrified something will happen to robin, so she goes and is the DD.

and maybe there have been a couple parties where robin gets absolutely plastered like black out drunk and it made nancy very worried and scared so robin partying and drinking is lowkey a very tense subject in their relationship as well. i wouldnt classify robin as an alcoholic tho tbh, more of like a typical teenager at a party that just doesnt know when to stop

nancy is a very serious person. she knows what she wants and how to get it. she’s very serious with school and her job as the editor for the school newspaper and her job as co-captain for the cheer team. she gets straight A’s and when robin and her got together she told robin that she was going to go to emerson and that she wasnt going to let their relationship change that. and robin obviously supported that and said she’d go to college in boston too so they wouldn’t havw to do long distance. when robin got her first scholarship offer from boston college they were both ecstatic and robin was ready to commit then and there, but nancy is genuinley a very selfless person and told her to wait and make sure that was what she wanted because she could get better offers.

robin is very attentive towards nancy and the things nancy loves. she has a folder in her phone on her notes app that has a list of all of nancy’s favorite things. favorite candy, flowers, color, drink, foods, restaurants, tv show, movies, animals, songs, artists, albums, books, what nancy’s order is at coffee places and other food places they visit, etc etc. it also has a photo and description of nancy’s dream ring in it but robin’s saving that info for sometime after graduation.

robin doesnt know that nancy knows abt the folder. nancy found it because she was going to text steve back for robin when robin was in the shower and robin had accidentally left her phone on the open folder. it made nancy’s heart swell and she damn near cried when she seen the screenshot of her dream ring and then she did cry when she seen that underneath the screenshot it said “one day soon.” robin had gotten out of the shower a couple minutes later and asked why nancy was crying and nancy had to make up some lie abt her period symptoms hitting her hard and robin, being robin, made nancy lay down in her bed with a heating pad while she made nancy her favorite snack. it made nancy cry even more because she loves her so much. (yes nancy was actually on her period at the time and she had gone over to robin’s house because of it and because robin always knows how to make nancy feel better, especially when nancy is on her period. and nancy wont admit it but robin’s bed is softer than her bed and more comfortable than her’s so. she also likes being surrounded by the smell of robin when she’s in robin’s bed. she just loves robin’s bed in general.)

robin is nancy’s biggest fan and always cheers nancy on when nancy is cheering and being a badass journalist.

and vice versa, nancy is robin’s biggest fan and is literally always cheering for robin at the games.

robin is a gentleman. gentlewoman? idk but ya. shes very chivalrous. she gets nancy’s doors, walks nancy to class, after prom their junior year they went to an icecream shop and walked around the park and robin took her shoes off and gave them to nancy to wear bc nancy’s heels were hurting her feet. robin also carried nancy’s shoes for her as well. nancy also got cold so robin gave nancy her suit jacket, ya know, the whole super romantic thing u see in movies. if theyre eating at a restaurant robin always lets nancy order first. and you’d think thats such a minor thing but it absolutely makes nancy swoon.

robin is the big spoon most of the time but she loves laying her head on nancy’s chest after a rough game or practice and nancy loves running her fingers through robin’s hair until robin falls asleep. also if robin isnt feeling good she will literally just lay down on top nancy and nancy will just run her fingers theough robin’s hair because its genuinely one of her favorite things to do.

butch robin

fem nancy

obviously

robin is a top and nancy is a bottom argue w the wall tbh (very very very very rarely do they switch. like maybe once or twice in their relationship.)

i think thats abt it probably.

if it isnt i can add more later

but pls ask more questions im still bored and thank you for your interest in this AU 😁

[aijunbi]

hi guys . I deadass js realized that long thread we had goinf on w reblogs nd stuff my reblog didnt go thru ?? like it js deleted my entire text hence y my last reblog for that thread was like blank . 😭😭😭💔 stupid tumbkr omds

ANYWAY ! i frwakinf hate the sciences so bad like im good at every other subject but science i fear id rather be hwld at gunpoint than ever touch science after i graduate🙁 PLSS i wanted to take ap osych but im lwk mad lazy for that and my skl put a 3 ap per year maximum 😅😅 like damn okay . yall js hatw to see me succeed 😒😒😒 GAWAHHH i loge dpr so much like i deadass had mood on repeat for so long bcs of this one yeonjun edit that transformed my life i fear ! MERRY GO IS SOOO freakinf Good i love it so mich

i donr have my own room guys. ive been sharing w my sister for the past few years😢😢 its okat tho idrc bc anyw im barely in my room like most of the time im js in my living room doing my work nd stuff bc ion wannna bother my stupid sister like that💔💔 also cs shes mad stinky when she gets off her shift nd is home . LMFAO omg ur evil pushing smn off their bed 😭😭😭

girl i got like 1 valentines day fic in line and i fwar i prob will not finish it b4 valentines day . god pls give me rhe will to start picking up writing again. i have this ONE fic idea that lwk is fire like acc fire like so amazeballs and awesome sauce nd shit 😊😊 pls pray i finish it !!! AND GOSH U R A GENIUSSS like ur mind works wonders… cool w u… YESS GAWDDD i love cool w u SOO MUCH its one of my favs of nwjns plus get up and hypeboy and hurt‼️‼️ ive been tucked in bed at 9:30 since like. 3rd grade. ion play when it comes to having a healthy sleep schedule i fear. i CANNOT have eyebags ever idc 💔 i would nawt look good w eyebags oms. why tf is olaf taller tahn the average girl what the hell😭😭😭

LMAO I FIGURED like why is there just a reblog there shld be smth 😭😭😭 i love science so much oml that is my BAE right there ❤️❤️ lololol i got a year before i graduate i hear the gunshots already ME NEXT !!! my ap pysch is sooo funny for some reason like i love my group frfr 🙏 you js gotta dab on the haters ning (a member of the dance club told me that) dpr is my lifeline i don't fear. no blueberries has been charting on vinh's top 3 bcuz it's js so addicting 🤓☝️

i feel bad for you twin, i can't imagine sharing a sleeping space with someone because what if they're a snorer... then what? 😞 what if they sleep talk/walk and kill me... then what? 😞😞 OHEMGEE I HATEE being in my living room...😬😬 it's peaceful but when the adults come home from work it's like all hell js broke loose. i cannot and i mean cannot handle another loud laugh coming from my anyone's mouth when i'm trying to watch tv 💔💔💔 LMFAO stinky. i call my eldest brother stinkabutt because he reaks of wtv it is. what can i say? im a pusher 😜

dear ning pls bless us with another fic before i kay em ess. PLEASEEEEE 🙏🙏 heh my friends say im special 😼 but probably not the kind of positive special... scratches head. may cwy receive more recognition because the budget for mv must've been high 😭🙏🙏 im gonna be so fr rn... 9:30 is when i eat dinner LOL. sometimes not even, like it rlly depends. i can be eating my first meal at 5pm and eat my last at 10 💀💀 i play when it comes to a sleep schedule, i remember pulling 3 all nighters in a row. pretty sure i was hallucinating on the 3rd night. eyebags kind of fit me lololol but it makes me look emo and it beats my nonchalant aura. #NOTsigmaofme

not to mention i taught a bunch of working adults who can drink, drive, and smoke brainrot. like i was explaining the difference between skibidi toilet and evil skibidi toilet, and how they're not the same but they're twins yk. and also slangs like "clock it" or "sigma/alpha" and no sigma and alpha are not the same, alpha is below sigma, you geekers.

[paraphwrites]

2024 WRITING REVIEW

so apparently @genevievefangirl tagged me in this like a week ago and i wrote it, put it in drafts, then promptly forgot about it. sorry for the delay bestie sob

number of stories posted to ao3: 8

word count posted for last year: 180,918 (starting April)

fandoms i wrote for: dead boy detectives, glee

pairings: payneland, klaine

stories with the most kudos, bookmarks and comment threads: the manuscript of real people which is unsurprising given its five times longer than even my second longest work. it's not a fair fight. the oneshots were never gonna stand a chance

work i’m most proud of (and why): lemonade & sunrises, baby! i don't have a banger reason as to why - something about it just really speaks to my soul on a deep and personal level. i just really like it

work i’m least proud of (and why): probably dandelion days seeing as i have yet to finish it despite saying like 30 times that i would. something about it just doesn't really speak to me? it was my second fic i ever started writing, so i was still figuring out what makes me buzz, and it just turned out not to be that

share or describe a favorite review you received: (image: comment by newleavesinspiring on "lemonade & sunrises": "Not for nothing but I think this piece had fundamentally changed my brain")

I don't know something about that really stuck w me

a time when writing was really, really hard: september-november was a bit hard for me, because i was going through some really difficult personal issues then, so writing also in turn became a bit more difficult. doing anything at all was difficult tho lol so what can you do

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: chris from manuscript. i didn't really mean for him to show up but people in the comments LATCHED onto him to the point that like i feel like i should find a way to bring him back

a favorite excerpt of your writing:

"Charles is infinitely more than lovely" is a line which has always stuck out to me. it's from this excerpt, chapter 13 of manuscript

how did you grow as a writer last year: i've gotten a lot more consistent about writing regularly. i figured out How To Write Fanfiction as well, which was cool

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.) i gotta say, @professional-lurker-42 has been the most incredible cheerleader throughout my manuscript writing journey, and has grown into be just one of the most amazing friends.

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: god when doesn't it lol. but honestly it's not cathartic or really anything at all, it's just genuine. even if the experiences can be different, the emotions are very real.

i will say, though, that specifically as edwin grappled with his sexuality throughout manuscript, reading the comments people wrote was incredibly cathartic. like middle school me was fundamentally healed by hearing strangers on the internet say that this is not the thing that will ruin his life and it will be okay

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: you can always do better. you could always fix something and make it better and revise more and just like you're never going to get it to perfect. so, and i say this with so much love, get over yourself and finish it. you're not GOING to make it perfect so stop trying to make it perfect and instead make it yours and make it real

any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year? i'll be finishing manuscript in 2025, probably vibing through a lot of we'll carry on as well. i also have a few other ideas in the works, which, shortly before i finish manuscript will commence, to "take over" in a way. hyped for those as well!

tagging: @dead-but-still-sarcastic if you havent done it yet?? otherwise anyone who sees this please do it!! im kind of late to it lol

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Hi! Can you help me look for this fic (cause its been months since the last time I read it) wherein WWX is LWJ’s husband and he is teaching in gusu wearing gusulan robes? I remember students likes wwx that one sect leader went to Cloud Recesses to insult wwx for seducing his son.

Btw, the fic includes photos of WWX wearing gusulan (white robes) (I think they got the image where Xiao Zhan was Shi Ying)

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2. Hi! Can you help me find these 2 fics. Thank you very much

A) Twitter thread fic wherein nyancheng went to book signing of his fav author zewujun.  I remember after the book signing, lxc reach out his hand for handshake and when they shakehands, bolts were felt and they went into heat/rut. Apparently they are soulmates. Nyancheng was embarrassed because his ears and tails pop out due to heat. (I actually forgot lxc animal trait)

B) Modern Au where in wwx is in the airport with police and ambulance because apparently wwx plane went missing for 13 years (???). The people in the plane (including wwx) thought that they have been in the plane for few hours but outside the plane, its been years. Wwx didn’t even aged up while his family (including lwj) aged up

2B)

看客散去唯你我不忘 | the world forgets but i still remember you by prettyxianxian (T, 11k, wangxian, modern, manifest au, flashbacks, multiple POV, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, everyone lives au, insecurities, JC & WWX reconciliation, good parent YZY & JFM)

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3. Hey! I hope you guys are doing great and resting in the midst of everything in life and updating this blog as well. Unfortunately, I fear I'm here to add to your burdens 😅

So I was looking for this fic. I remember it being set in the Canon era where Wei Wuxian is just extremely intelligent, and he goes on this  whole tirade about how he came to the conclusion concerning the waterborne abyss witht the use of talismanic theory in the library while Lan Wangji makes the charcoal for him to write and at the end Wangji is just so fascinated by Wuxian while the latter is like, "sorry for unloading that whole thing on you" kind of vibe. 

I can't seem to remember what the name is. I was looking for it in my history, and it's just so difficult when it's just that kne scene you remember. Do you suppose you could help my misery. Thank you in advance. @poetic-writes

FOUND? 🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 663k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

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4. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where wwx is a musician in university living in this huge dorm. He sometimes hears beautiful piano music (lwj) coming from somewhere in the building but he doesn't know where. They start to play music together and don't know each other's identities. They don't find out each other's identities until graduation or something. @its0nnetflix

FOUND? sounds like through a window softly by impossibletruths (T, 14k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, music au, neigbors, graduate school, music as a love language) on AO3 except that LWJ is a violin player

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5. okay, i once started reding a wangxian fic that was based on another fic called "the simplest way forward" and it was like this, wangxian were roommates and someone dropped Yuan off at their door and that's all i remember because i didn't finish it and now i can't find it, help me please and thank you <3 @akutamichan

FOUND? so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition, oh my god they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this fic is not about trauma, it’s about the yearning, slowburn)

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6. hi! i was looking for an E rated sbwy gym fic where wwx thinks of him and lwj as really good gymbros. one point theyre at a smoothie(?) place where wwx says hes glad they started seeing each other (as friends) but lwj interprets it as romantic. jc had said wwx was feminine when theyre were 14 or smth and so wwx has a mild complex abt it. i rmbr wwx has an old flip phone and nhs makes a joke how wwx is rich enough to buy a new smartphone instead, also when lwj sends photos it takes forever to load in. i think lwj did soundtracks for movies too? and wwx mentions watching those movies for him. sry thats all i rmbr! i believe its possibly deleted, and if so does anyone have it downloaded?

#6 has been privated I think 😓

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7. For the next fic finder I was wondering if you could help me find two specific Hogwarts AUs?

- Moved to a YiZhan FF/ITMF post

The second one is really vague and I’m sorry for that but I remember a WangXian fic where Wei Wuxian is part Veela and maybe he’s a Slytherin or Hufflepuff? I can’t seem to remember anything else besides there being a focus on Wei Wuxian’s volatile nature and battle prowess due to his Veela blood. He may have also killed a guy, or at least severely harmed some guy in self defense. I loved their world building and I’m so upset that I’ve lost both of them. Thank you for the help in advance.

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8. Hey! Been following for a while and enjoying all the finders and recs from this page!

I have a request though, I'm trying to look for this fiction where wei ying is a general (i think) and lan zhan is a dragon, and there's a war between all sect, with the lans, the nie, and wen on one side, against the jin and jiang on the other. There's also animal shifters among the gentry where I think the jiang might be water birds?? I can't quite remember. The jiang and Jin end up defeated and the others win. Wei ying.is also a genius tactician and is respected by the other side of the war. I can't remember the name of the fiction and I'm desperate to find it. I think it's a completed fic too

Many thanks if you find it! (And could you tag me so I definitely see the post this request shows up if its found?? I forget things easily) @elderredraccoon​

FOUND! Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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9. Hi! I'm looking for a WangXian fic where WWX and LWJ go back in time but WWX goes back a very long time before his birth. He holes up in the Burial Mounds and becomes notorious as the YLLZ. He's also pretty depressed I think? When WWX realizes that LWJ is born he storms into the Cloud Recesses and demands LWJ's hand in marriage -- LWJ is only 12 (I think) at this point and LQR and LXC are horrified but LWJ agrees without their input (he still has his original memories). WWX starts out just treating LWJ like a child he's very fond of but when LWJ gets older and becomes an adult, they resume a sexual relationship and I think WWX comments on how they're slowly shifting their dynamics from Kind Mentor WWX/Young Mentee LWJ to Bratty Bubbly WWX/Calm Dominant LWJ. I remember really liking this fic but I don't remember what any of its tags were or whether it was a single fic or a series of one shots etc etc. I would appreciate the help! @sssrha​

FOUND? An Unusual Betrothal by ahealthydoseof (G, 74k, wangxian, time travel, age difference, immortality, BAMF WWX, younger LWJ, older WWX, misunderstandings, fluff & crack, worried parents, rabbits, food, non-sexual intimacy, murder, fix-it of sorts, developing relationship, humor, arranged marriage, jealousy, friendship, family feels, dysfunctional family, fatherhood, angst, hurt/comfort, mentor WWX, natural disasters, sworn brotherhood, serious injuries, kissing)

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10. Looking for a fic, please help! the wens had won the war years ago. I only remember a scene where lan wangji and the juniors were in a shop or restaurant of some sort and wen xu comes in and intimidates lan wangji to where the juniors defend him. He thanks them later saying it’s hard for him to deal with wen xu. (he had lan wangji in captivity during the war, lan wangji still has Nightmares about it). I don’t remember where wei ying is or if he “died”. Thanks!!!!

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11. Hello! I'm looking for 2 fics that I have wanted to rec on ITMFs so many times but just can't find! Both are canon divergent, not modern au.

A) it is a sort of eldritch wwx. He was eaten by a demon that like. Consumed his memories and wanted to be wwx? And then he gets back to sunshot, vomits up wen chaos teeth, has sex with lan zhan and also eats cows whole? Its a good one!

B) this one I remember just one scene. It is post sun shot, a confrontation at the jin banquet with yllz wwx. Yu Ziyuan is alive and checks his core in public and realizes he is coreless (i really think its her! But maybe someone else...). This might have been schemed by wen qing? Fix it after this point i think. @absurdlyadmiredarmchair​

11A)

FOUND! You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 17k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eldritch WWX, Horny LWJ, Body Horror, Possession, of a sort, Cannibalism, kind of, Mild Gore, Teeth, Fluff and Humor, Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Monster sex, Switching, Light BDSM, Rimming, Self-Lubrication, Seriousness treated Crackily, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dead WWX)

11B)

FOUND! seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, or rather arranged betrothal, weapongrade thirst)

not found Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, LQR/SiSi, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future) There is a scene like this quite far into the fic. It's chapter 64 to be precise 😊

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12. anyone know of a fic where wwx falls into the wen treasure room after sunshot, it's the only thing i remember about it

I don't know what the fic for #12, but I think I've read it before and Wen Qing & Wen Ning show a group of people onto the Wen throne room through a back door, and WN had to open it as it could only be opened by a male Wen. There was a big Wen family tree on the wall of this secret entrance.

FOUND! Better Things to Do with a Flute in Wartime by Anonymous (E, 365k, MingXian, WangXianJue, Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, Magical Healing Cock, Dual Cultivation, mild Dom/Sub, Undernegotiated Kink, Golden Core Reveal, Breathplay, Choking, Painplay, Subdrop, Topdrop, Major Character Injury, Canon Divergence, What-If, Temperature Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fisting, Spanking, PTSD, Trauma, Self-Harm, (in the pursuit of cultivational badassery) Something similar happens in chapters 43-45

Not FOUND! ❤️ Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, AU after cold spring, Political Marriage, Dysfunctional Family, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, LQR bashing (not really), POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eventual Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, JC is actually a lot better than canon, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, YZY bashing (again not completely)) the one mentioned with the wen family tree is, in chapter 33

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13. Hi 

Firstly, I want to say thank you, this blog is awesome, and I have found so many good Fics to read as well as find ones that I have lost or forgot to bookmark. 

Secondly, I would like help to find a fic, from what I remember Wei Ying was drunk on the rooftop when someone approached. In his drunken state, he thinks it was Lan Wangji that showed up so he goes on saying things like are you here to punish me again. He also asks why Lan Wangji hates him so much, but the whole entire time it was actually Lan Xichen he was talking to. I think it takes place after he got punished for drinking in Cloud Recess, and then something happens and he almost falls off the roof but Lan Xichen catches him. Lan Wangji had apparently witnessed the whole thing and tried to apologize but Lan Xichen coldly tells him the apology should be given to Wei Ying instead when he wakes up. 

Again, thank you so much in advance. 

FOUND? a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 81k, WangXian, Parallel Universes, Modern with Magic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Established Relationship, Mild Horror, Case Fic, mildly sci-fi, JC & WWX Reconciliation, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Married Couple, Love Confessions, Weird Plot Shit, i honestly don't even know how to tag this fic but there is freak4freak occurring, {Podfic} a tide in two seas by littleglasselephants)

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14. Hi 👋,  for the next fic finder - im trying to find a fic i saw awhile back. I cant remember too clearly but i think lwj got separated from the lan clan when he was young and found himself in a brothel. I remember when he was young - he only had to clean etc but as he was growing,  his good looks started getting noticed. I think he also asked someone to curse him so he looks hideous or something. 

Please help me find this 🙏.  Thank you so much 🌸

FOUND? Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters,  Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

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15. hi! i’m looking for a fic that’s gone missing! it’s a modern au, where lan zhan and wei ying are strangers that are matched by a hotel and are going to spend wei ying’s heat together. it’s supposed to be a hotel where u can safely share a heat without the threat of pregnancy but they throw that out the window and just spend it together. oh! it’s a smut fix lol. but yeah that’s about it. hopefully u can find it, i randomly thought ab and could not find it anywhere :’) 

random detail: lan zhan’s cello fingers were pointed out @alt-stay

FOUND! Lucid by lazulink (E, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Assigned Heat Partners, Strangers to Lovers Speedrun, Scenting, Nesting, Knotting, Mating Bites, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Humiliation, Blow Jobs, Breeding Kink, Spanking, Consensual Non-Consent, Consensual Somnophilia, Breathplay, Loss of Virginity, Light Dom/sub, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, PWP, Intersex Omegas, Under-negotiated Kink, Implied Future Mpreg)

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16. Strange one again, I'm looking for a fic that mentions the situation at Lotus Pier is made harder by the fact that JFM has his servants, YZY has hers, but because they're so separate, nobody knows whether his servants outrank hers or whose orders take precdence, and how WWX gets tangled in it. Pretty sure it's a Lan commenting on the disharmony, but not 100%.

FOUND? Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 17k, wangxian, ABO, arranged marriage, intersex omegas, canon Jiang family dynamics, not JC friendly, matchmaking, night hunts) is 'Lotus Pier' Ilona22 is the third fic in their Alliance AU. It's an ABO series, and the bit about the separate household is from the perspective of a servant there witnesses happy Wangxian at the Lotus Pier markets

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17. Hi! For your next fic finder can I please request this wangxian time travel fic where LWJ goes back to where WWX just reappeared after the burial mounds and LWJ asks him to marry him and WWX takes it as a joke??? thank you! @iyo-luv

FOUND? Lan Wangji's Prank by shiroakuma (E, 23k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, everyone lives au, pining, golden core reveal, YLLZ WWX, first kiss, first time, love confessions, wangxian get happy ending) hi!! so, for the last fic finder, #17 might be "Lan Wangji's Prank" by shiroakuma? i say might bc lwj asks to court wwx, not marry, but this is the only fic that came to mind when i read the request <33

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18. So I’m looking for a specific fic that I know is on ao3, can’t remember the name of the story nor the author though.

And that’s after looking through my history on ao3 for over an hour.

All I really remember from it was that it was short, like one to ten chapters long.

(And yes I do consider 10 chapters short)

It took place in cloud recess study arc, jiang Cheng punched or got into a physical fight with Jin Zixuan, in the classroom if I remember correctly.

Wei wuxian was injured. Somehow, story could be after the waterborne abyss.

Oh and the Jiangs asking WWX why he didn’t defend Yanli. Despite the fact he’s injured on the floor. @ravenwithwings​

FOUND! If only you knew (what goes on in my mind) by makexianxianhappytoday (G, 7k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ)

Not FOUND! No Refunds, Satisfaction Guaranteed by la_muerta (E, 20k, WangXian, Robots & Androids, Childhood Friends, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Rimming, Come as Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Light Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom/sub Undertones)

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19. Hello! I’m trying to find a fic where lan zhan orders a sex robot/android and wei ying goes to deliver it but there’s a problem with getting it up to the apartment so he goes to the apartment to talk to lan zhan and lan zhan mistakes him as the robot and wei ying for some reason decides to go along with it? Please help I can’t seem to find it anywhere! 🙏💜 @rainingkittens​

Not FOUND! Heartspots & Human Things by flowerofgusu (E, 17k, wangxian, major character death, modern, romance, falling in love, angst w happy ending, with a twist, grief/mourning, versatile wangxian, eventual smut, demisexual LWJ, tragedy with a twist, tenderness, second chances, learning to love again, sex robot WWX, morally grey NHS)

FOUND! No Refunds, Satisfaction Guaranteed by la_muerta (E, 20k, WangXian, Robots & Androids, Childhood Friends, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Rimming, Come as Lube, Semi-Public Sex, Light Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom/sub Undertones)

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20. hello! thank you for your help. I'm looking for a modern au fic where wwx was in an abusive relationship with wen chao (or wen zhuliu? one of the bad wens). all I remember is that a-yuan was wen chao's biological child and wwx wanted to protect him so he suffered the abuse for years and when wen chao went to prison wwx adopted a-yuan. hopefully someone recognizes

FOUND! how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)

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[joohanisms]

idk if you wrote about this before or not but thoughts on taking junhans virginity 😭😭😭

i haven't!!!!!!! tysm for the ask so i have an excuse to <33

(half written before i went ia)

mmm first of all i think hed actively look for someone inexperienced to date while hw himself was inexperienced

less space for disappointment yknow how could hw disappoint you when you kinda just .. dont know better literally

but then he ended up w you <3 who actually does have some experience and its kinda nervewracking for him, he's not gonna lie

he's been putting it off for so long – sure, it only took a couple of dates for you to make out and your hands to wander. the way he tentatively gripped your ass made you want him kind of desperately.

but it never went past that. a while later, when the topic of making things official came up, his cheeks blushed a deep red while he looked down at his feet.

"ah, before we, you know, start dating for real... i thought you should know." and fuck, you think. there it goes. there's the catch. "i'm not too... experienced. actually, i've never had sex before. i don't want you to be disappointed if we get to it and i'm not any go–" his mouth is sealed shut as you kiss him firmly, hands cradling his face.

"you're stupid. i don't care. nothing of what you just said would ever make me lose interest," he wants to avoid your eyes, hide his face, but the way you're holding his flaming cheeks in place won't let him. "at most, it just makes me happy i'll be your first."

and since then, he's been avoiding – more like procrastinating, to be fair – getting sexual with you. the most you've done so far was dry humping each other on his sofa while his apartment was empty (that is, until one of his roommates opened the front door and he jumped out of his skin).

you don't want to push him, so you wait for him to come to you.

(but if anyone asked you whether you were fingering yourself in the shower thinking about him, you wouldn't be able to deny it.)

the next time he got to escape from his dorm and visit you and your blessedly empty tiny apartment, he has you on his lap, the movie playing on your laptop long forgotten.

you didn't notice anything before – he was the same hyeongjun as always – but now you can see how his hands are shaking and how he keeps taking deep breaths seemingly out of nowhere.

you detach your lips from his, studying his face. this makes him more nervous, the poor thing. did he do something wrong? is he this easy to read?

"hyeongjun, are you okay? you look like you're going to pass out." you try to leave the comfortable seat that is his thighs, but his hands shoot up and grab your waist, holding you down.

"hyeongjun. you're shaking. have you eaten? let me grab you a cup of wa–"

"i'm fine."

"really? what did you have for lunch? did you have enough? or did you have too much?" you can't help but worry for him. he's already a skinny guy, but you can't be too careful knowing how much time he spends online.

"i swear i'm fine! i'm just..." he trails off, looking at everything in your room but you. one of his hands leaves your waist to fiddle with a loose thread on your comforter. once again, you wait for him to come to you – he likes that about you, how you leave him to find ways to express himself instead of dragging it out of him. his tone is soft when he eventually finishes, "i'm just nervous, that's all."

you cup his cheek in an act of comfort, looking at him like he's some kind of baby bunny, small and defenseless. he finds he doesn't mind it too much.

"nervous about what, baby? what's on your mind?"

"i was thinking," he finally lets go of your waist to play with his fingers, "maybe it's about time we, uh, you know, fuck."

jesus christ. your tummy does a backflip at his wording.

"you know i don't mind if we don't, right? i'm fine with how things are now." you slide your hand down his neck and shoulder, and some braincell vaguely makes him think that you're not doing anything to help him go against having sex.

"but i want to," his response is eager and he backtracks, "if you want it too, i mean."

your mind is so clouded with the thought of not only having him, but also to have you be his first, that you don't even respond before you're pressing your lips to his again.

" of course i do."

[night-raven-miscellany]

✨pre ob drabble

What it says on the tin. Note that I actually wrote this before doing my open thread so... Erm... ???? Idk. Have fun tho! I'm going to prep to have asks sent by this weekend hehehe

Casimir had been on his way back to Diasomnia from class, but not before searching for someone to help him study for an exam later in the week. That was when he caught a glimpse of a familiar prefect in the distance, and he quickly hurried over.

“Ah, my dearest vassal, Yuna! It’s good to see you this evening,” Casimir began, but Yuna didn’t seem to acknowledge him. “I was wondering if-“

“Huh? Did you say something?” Yuna asked monotonously. Her eyes seemed more distant than usual, and she generally just seemed more absent than usual.

“Oh! W-well, I was wondering if you’d be willing to join me in the task of-“

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Yuna said. “Just give me a date and time and I’ll be there.”

“But I never even-”

“I’ll be there,” Yuna said, her voice sharp. It sent shivers down Casimir’s spine. “Don’t worry about it.”

Casimir was concerned. He knew Yuna could be a bit standoffish at times, yes, but she was never usually this cold. Not to him, not to anyone.

But recently she had been acting off. This was only one instance of many that he could count as of late. He had noticed how Yuna was beginning to push people away, not just him, but the other first years, as well as her own companions within the Ramshackle dorm: Grim, the Ghosts, and the other student residents who had found themselves there as of late. It was worrying, to say the least.

“Yuna,” Casimir spoke, his voice losing its typical bravado. He was going to let down his guard in an attempt to hopefully coax whatever it was that was troubling Yuna out of her. “You’ve been acting… strange… recently. It’s… making everyone worried… are you okay?”

The sudden question seemed to temporarily snap Yuna from whatever stupor she was in, and she blinked slowly.

“Am I… sorry. I’ve just been dwelling on some things recently and it’s just been… really draining, is all...”

That answer didn’t satisfy Casimir, and he figured that maybe he would try to probe her a bit more.

“Well… why don’t you share with me? We’re friends after all, right?”

Whatever he had just said seemed to be the wrong move. Yuna’s gaze hardened again and she scoffed.

“Friends… hah. I’ve been thinking a lot about that word recently. What does it even mean anymore? Hell, what does any of this mean anymore?”

The gleam in her eye was terrifying. Casimir had never seen anything like it. It was sharp, fierce, hateful. If there really was such a thing as an ‘evil eye’, Casimir was certain that it would look exactly like the look in his friend’s eyes.

“Yuna…” Casimir started, but was quickly cut off by a quick hand in front of his face.

“Don’t.”

Casimir frowned, his wings drooping behind him as he bit his lip. Instead of going to finish his thought, he simply remained silent, watching Yuna as she walked off towards the Ramshackle dorm, like an empty shell of her former self.

He would have to consult someone… anyone. He needed advice, and fast.

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Friendship. Yuna thought. Why does that even matter anymore? No one here cares about such a thing, and the one who I thought cared about it turned out to be lying to my face my entire life.

She couldn’t explain it, but she felt a deep feeling of betrayal welling up from within her. Minerva has shown up at her door out of nowhere after sending her countless cryptic letters and all but admitting to being the reason she was trapped in this world in the first place.

She felt as though she wasn’t allowed to share her own struggles with anyone, either. After all, all she had done since coming to NRC was fix other people’s problems. She didn’t have time to focus on her own, and no one else did, either. Any time she did, something would happen that would just add to her stress. That, or no one would notice something was off in the first place. It had been weeks since Yuna had started covering her hands and arms to mask the strange, dark markings spreading across her skin, and still no one had mentioned a thing about it.

Sure, Casimir had asked her if she was alright, but he probably had ulterior motives. They typically always do, She reasoned. It never comes from a place of genuine concern.

But even if he didn’t have any sort of ulterior motive, it didn’t matter. Clearly he hadn’t noticed anything else other than her outward demeanor changing. He didn’t really care if something was wrong.

When she returned to her dorm, she did not acknowledge the ghosts attempting to greet her, nor did she acknowledge Grim’s requests for her to slow her pace as he dashed behind her.

Instead, she simply opened the door to the Ramshackle basement and went downstairs, closing and locking the door behind her. F

There was only really one thing she could do about her problems at this point.

She needed to be alone again.

[anons-has-hlvrai-aus]

The Metamorphosis of Gordon Freeman [Chapter 9]

String Theory

Chapter 1 | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Chapter Summary: When life gives you Worm on a String, summon skeletons…I guess.

Word Count: 2,610

Ao3 Version

Notes: This is a much shorter chapter for how long it took me to get finished, but I hope it’s fun regardless! And fun fact for Tumblr readers! If I worked things out correctly, there’ll be another new chapter tomorrow both on Ao3 AND here for Halloween!

“Oh, shit.” Gordon held up one of the Squirmles they had bought. “Did you forget to give this one to Tommy?”

Benrey shook his head, pushing the first Squirmle closer to Gordon’s chest and grabbing the other from off the table. He phased a hand through the packaging to pluck free the little blue worm from its disposable prison. “This is a friendship gift.”

Gordon haphazardly followed Benrey’s example with collecting his own worm, careful with the spool of fishing line that came with it as he examined the little toy: it was comfortably fuzzy and folded into itself within his palm, the googly eyes that clung onto the perceived face of the worm were as endearing as they were silly.

“So…what, like a friendship bracelet?”

Benrey hummed in affirmation while he made a mess of the fishing line from his worm. He dragged the toy around, performing basic tricks with it for a few minutes before squinting at it for a long while. “…don’t like the string.”

“It’s part of the toy.” Gordon explained matter-of-factly. “You can’t make it do tricks without it.”

“But he looks so sad with the string. Look at him. Look at this face.”

He did. It looked like any other Squirmle.

“He can’t show it but he HATES the string.”

The not-human squinted again, this time at the thread and started to bring it close to his mouth of sharp teeth.

“Don’t-! Do NOT use your teeth to remove the string. You’ll fuck up your mouth doing that.”

“Oh.” Benrey pulled the worm away to stare at it. A rustling noise came from the oven.

“What the hell was that?”

The door of the oven swung open, a pair of boney hands pulling out the skeleton attached to them.

“…w…wha-?”

“Hey man.” Benrey smiled a bit as he turned to the now slowly approaching skeleton. “This is my friend.” He looked back at Gordon.

“I don’t…how long has that been in there?”

The skeleton took the worm from Benrey’s hands and observed the fishing line attached. It opened its jaw and in a single, swift motion, bit off the string from the base of whatever knot was keeping it tied to the worm itself. The fishing wire elegantly fell to the floor of the room, soon to be discarded by either occupant of the house while the worm was delicately returned to Benrey’s possession.

“Why…why did you do that?” Gordon asked.

“He free…” Benrey responded with a fleeting smile.

“You’re not gonna be able to play with the worm anymore. You only had him for a minute, and you’ve completely cut off your only way to play with it.”

“You can always get more string for later.”

“I mean…fair enough?”

Benrey fiddled with the worm again. Its movements were significantly less clumsy without the string, but it clearly wasn’t as fun to play with.

“See? You can’t really enjoy it as much without the string.”

“He’s much happier like this.”

“It’s a toy worm. Whatever feelings you think it has are far from real, so there’s no actual harm in putting a new string around it.”

“Look.” Benrey held the worm in front of Gordon’s face again. “Should I allow my personal desires to get in the way of other people’s happiness?”

“You are overthinking the ramifications of playing with a worm that has a string around its nose.” He sighed. The worm’s googly-eyed stare went on for miles. “Are you gonna put a new string on it or not?”

Benrey shrugged. “Maybe I might, or maybe don’t. Maybe, sometime. Or never. Maybe.”

“I guess anything could happen, huh?” Gordon looked at his own worm, still fully stringed. It actually wasn’t too bad of a gift for how cheap it was. He could snake it around his fingers, or let it sit in his palm. It fit very nicely in his shirt pocket and was very endearing in how it stuck its nose out when it did.

He wouldn’t dare carry it around with him. Not unless he made it into a keychain somehow, but then his worm wouldn’t really be usable as a toy anymore, either.

“Thanks for the help, man.” Benrey told the skeleton.

It walked through a wall to the outside, leaving a trail of green to blue sweet voice in Gordon’s direction when it did.

It was all just a bit strange, but also pleasant.

For now, he would cherish the little toy as it was, and decidedly not question the thing with the skeleton.

It was only one skeleton, and it wasn’t like it would be staying here all night…

-

It was dark.

It was too dark.

He wasn’t sure why, he had regularly exposed himself to darkness many times before for a long time now, but something happened this time.

Maybe he turned the lights off too fast.

Maybe his mind was still racing from the day’s many confusions.

Maybe…

Metal footsteps clunked on the concrete floor while They searched for a light switch. Gordon’s eyes were a conduit for Them to perceive the world, his mouth for communication, his legs for travel.

It was with great dread that Gordon knew where he was, and that The Player did not, and that as such he would be forced to endure the dark room instead of turning tail for the exit.

Because the dark room was not just a room, and somewhere in his gut, no, in his code, before he even knew what sentience was, he knew this wasn’t just a room.

There was a box that wasn’t checked, a trigger that went off incorrectly, it screamed out that something was wrong and that it needed to be fixed.

“Thief! Thief!! Thief!!!”

But Gordon knew, he wasn’t sure how, but he knew that nothing had been stolen, especially not the game itself. Perhaps that’s why Benrey always said he was trying to steal something…the game’s way of trying to tell Them before that something was wrong.

But the game couldn’t know, it was an incomplete product. Bugs were bound to happen.

But this was a dangerous bug to overlook, so easy to set off by mere accident. Maybe something about the way the headset was registered messed with the triggers, Gordon couldn’t really recall anymore. It had been common information at some point, but it was lost the moment he was removed from the game.

How many versions of him existed? And how many had lost a hand due to some fault in the very fabric of his old reality?

He wanted to run out of the room but he could not. The Player could not. A scripted event was a scripted event.

His reality was fake. He was fake.

But the pain was real.

Gordon screamed.

Or maybe They did it for him.

Any moment where They didn’t have control over him was its own sort of pain, a hollowness.

Gordon screamed.

The room was too dark.

His body waited for somebody to take the reins, to fill the terrible and wonderful hollowness.

There was a pain in his arm.

Gordon tried to scream.

His mouth was not his own, could not speak unless spoken through.

A dull, deepish voice spoke to him, far too muffled for him to understand but mostly likely antagonistic.

Red and yellow and teal and cyan and red and yellow and teal and cyan and red and yellow and teal and cyan and, and, and, and-

And

And

Pigments mixed into mud.

Shades of blue emerged and just as quickly were blotted out by more brown.

Gordon could not scream.

His wrists, which he was always careful to never look at directly when preoccupying himself with objects in his hands, itched and for a moment he felt an old, comfortable, agonizing tug at them.

Gordon could not scream.

Gordon could not scream.

Gordon could not scream.

Gordon could not scream.

Gordon could not dream.

Gordon could not love.

Gordon could not feel.

Gordon could not move.

Gordon could not think.

Gordon could not grow.

Gordon could not stagnate.

Gordon could not-

Something was tucked into his hand, the one that wasn’t chopped off.

Soft, friendly, comfortable.

The mud cleared from his vision.

The lights were on. They had been for a bit.

His arms didn’t tug, didn’t itch.

The floor was not concrete.

His body, not encapsulated in an unfeeling shell.

Gordon looked around, a head of dark hair receded sheepishly behind a door frame while an off-white blur quickly vanished into the wall to his immediate left. His fingertips gently rolled around the item put into his hand. The little dots of plastic and the tiny spool among the soft body made clear what he had been given.

It was so simple and so innocuous, and also so notably disconnected to his past. Of all the things to ground him back to reality…this had been the most odd. So baffling in its arrival, yet very welcome with how different it was from those horrible sensations.

He held onto the worm with his flesh hand, petting it with his thumb while he kept the lights on and lay onto his back.

He was here, and he was now, and he was safe.

Phantom pain came and went through his right side, which wasn’t unusual given his arm situation.

He sighed, and after a while called out to Benrey. The man immediately came back around from the other side of the door frame. His eyes lacked emotion, his mouth was preoccupied with what looked like a large lump of the igneous rock, likely taken from a bag in the garage from when his house once had a shrubbery that used the rock as bedding.

“M’yeah?” Benrey mumbled, the rock falling out of his mouth when he did. He silently swore and picked it up off the carpet.

“…why did you…?” Gordon tried to say, but as he rolled the Squirmle around his hand a bit more, he changed his mind. “…how…?”

“My normal voice was uh…making you worse, and Sweet Voice wasn’t helping so…” He looked around the room for a second, “Wasn’t sure what to do. I’m not…” he whispered something about not recognizing the house he was in before continuing, glancing at Gordon’s right arm while he did so. “My friends didn’t want me touching that hand. Told me to put the worm in your other hand. So I did that.”

“…you’ve comforted me before, though, with jokes and stuff…”

“Time is weird.” He sniffed the air awkwardly, looking at Gordon with an odd look.

“Well…I appreciate it, Benrey.” Gordon looked at the clock on his nightstand for a distraction.

“…how do I calm you down again without Sweet Voice?”

He sat up to stare at the non-human. Benrey had comforted him before without the use of Sweet Voice, he could clearly remember it during his first SV lesson and had assumed that Coomer or Tommy had taught him. Benrey should have been able to remember comforting him like that…and he surely should have remembered the house he’d been living in for the past few weeks.

“……Benrey.”

Benrey didn’t look at him.

He said his name again, this time getting his attention.

“That’s my name?”

“…Benrey, do you have memory issues?”

Benrey stared blankly at Gordon before answering with a quiet “sometimes.”

He was about to say something but was cut off.

“It’s weird. Time is weird. I’m supposed to be in my room…But brain said ‘nah man you gotta go see this’ so I did. This is a nice house. Much better than my room..”

“Do you-? Your most recent memory right now is…before we’ve even-? Is this permanent?”

“Nah.” Benrey shook his head and started chewing on the rock more. “Future Benrey thought it was important so I listened.”

“Future Benrey?”

“Or I guess Present Benrey for you. That would make me uh…Past Benrey, for you, I think. Unless this is before they fucked with my head…”

“Before WHO fucked with your head?”

Benrey seemed to go completely still, squinting his eyes for a minute before replying. “…what?”

“You said somebody fucked with your head.”

“Oh. Somebody did do that, yeah.”

“Who?”

“Uh…” He looked around. “Oh shit, nice house. Much better than-”

Gordon interrupted this time, shaking his head. “Nevermind. You wanted me to tell you how to comfort me without Sweet Voice. I don’t really know what kind of memory problem you’re dealing with right now so I’m just gonna…roll with the punches and go ahead and tell you since you asked.”

“Okay.” He pursed his lips and attempted some sort of expression that was ultimately unreadable.

“Is that supposed to be-? What kind of face is that? It needs a little work.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Gordon sighed, and held his left hand open, the Squirmle still sitting within. “I have issues with people touching my right hand. I’m hoping you know why.”

“The uh…military.”

“Yes, that’s right. So…because I have issues with my right hand being touched…I would prefer that if I start freaking out…you do something with my left hand. For some reason it grounds me…but nothing past the wrist. I don’t…” He avoided looking at the hand longer than he needed to, “Not the wrist. Just the hand. Tommy and Coomer have found that squeezing it works best, but any sort of touch seems to work, like-”

“Worm?”

Gordon paused and…looked back at the hand. For a moment he didn’t feel afraid to stare as a pair of googly eyes did the same back at him from the safety on his palm. “…Yeah. Like worm, I guess.”

“Cool.” Benrey nodded. “…I’m gonna look around.”

“Go ahead, man. Your stuff is in the attic if you wanna play on your PlayStation.”

“Oh shit roommies.”

“Yep.”

“Awesome.” Before stepping out of view, Benrey looked back at Gordon with weary eyes. “You gonna be okay, man?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I can leave a friend here if you need protection.”

“You mean a skeleton?”

He nodded. “They’re my friends.”

Gordon began to lay back down while he pondered Benrey’s words. “You keep calling them your friends…where do they come from? Do you like…make them?”

Humorously, Benrey ended up looking at the wall before just…shrugging. “Idunnoman. Shit’s weird.” He let out a small chuckle.

“Fuckin’ TELL me about it.” Gordon laughed with him. “I’m going to sleep. I guess you can keep some skeletons around the house if you’re THAT worried about me, but they better not overstay their welcome.”

“Nice.”

Gordon reached out to a lamp on his nightstand to turn on, but a bony hand beat him to it, turning the lamp on while a ‘friend’ on Benrey’s side of the room materialized and turned off the overhead light, but only after Gordon gave it a silent affirmation to do so.

The Squirmle stayed in Gordon’s left palm for the rest of the night, his thumb petting its fuzzy head rhythmically until he was able to drift to sleep.

His head swarmed in the meantime with questions about Benrey. His strange talks about “Past Benrey” and “Future Benrey” and his apparent memory issues were nothing short of enigmatic. Did this have any correlation to Tommy’s sudden anger at Gordon, earlier?

But that wouldn’t make sense. A memory issue wouldn’t prevent somebody from being able to become a normal person, maybe slow them down a bit at worst. Forzen had it figured out, and Gordon had only found out a couple weeks ago that he had a memory issue.

So it was definitely something else.

Whatever the problem was, he would just have to figure it out later.

[plutorine]

Thoughts on Demons (2014)

this was originally going to be part of my demons (2014) thread on my twitter, but i'll just be dumping my thoughts about the series here on tumblr. i'll continue where i left off from where i closed the thread.

spoilers below the cut. there will be triggering content as well (suicide, mention of blood). don't expect this to be coherent. also i haven't read the book yet (oooh when i tell you about how desperate i am in getting a copy here in the PH), so yeah.

long read ahead.

okay. the last scene i watched last night was liza nikolaevna (and mavriky) getting beaten by the townspeople after the death of the lebyadkins due to her connection to stavrogin (and stavrogin being the main suspect of the siblings' death). did they really have to beat the poor girl? why must a woman (yet again) suffer from the misdeeds of a man HGKJDGFJGHDK

also pyotr,,, maniacally dancing in the pig pen....

man. the whole thing about shatov finally getting the chance to be a father and live with a family of his own only to be shot in the head by pyotr is just. :((( my jaw was on the floor i tell you. i was devastated and utterly wrecked.

the thing with demons (2014) is that it's on a different level of insanity than, say, c&p. c&p is depressing. demons wrecked me from start to finish. i cannot stress how many times the hairs on the back of my head stood up whenever pyotr would manipulate and rope in stavrogin in his plans.

it has the vibes of like,, trying so desperately to wash off blood from your hands but the blood just "magically" keeps on getting redder and redder and it doesn't really come off

also what the fuck was that pyotr??? mans just shot shatov in point-blank range and has the audacity to eat chicken (without washing his hands, to boot)??? like OH you going to HELL hell.

this scene with kirillov's lines:

i mentioned in the thread that i had to brush up on russian history before i read/watch demons because otherwise, it would just completely fly over my head

it was pretty interesting watching how this movement that pyotr was trying to mobilize fit the existing narrative then within the context of 19th century russian politics; demons was essentially dostoevsky "warning" of what could possibly be if people who thought like verkhovensky would get the upper hand in deciding the course of the russia's future

i admit i can't really speak about this because well, i'm not russian, but i deeply appreciate the how dostoevsky was able to weave all of this in his novel in such a way that leaves even me, a foreigner, in deep thought about what the implications of such an ideology would have on a wider context outside its country of origin

ok kirillov wtf HAHAHAHAHA ang gago niya XD

stavrogin's confession.

VILE. stavrogin you VILE, VILE, MAN. i don't have any words for it at all. raskolnikov ends up looking like a saint when i put him next to stavrogin.

on another note maksim matveev's teary-eyed face in that scene is so fucking beautiful i almost cried along with him

i seriously want to ask dostoevsky why he insists on making beautiful the characters that we're supposed to dislike/critique

heck even that notion warrants much introspection

like he's about to k-word himself but he still looks so hot? okay i need to stfu

i like the bit here with tikhon talking about revolutions and such:

this reminds me very much of my country's very own EDSA Revolution (there's EDSA Uno and Dos, but I'm talking more about EDSA Uno here because it's probably more relevant to the political state of my country rn). i won't go into depth about it, but you can check the wiki of it to get an idea of what i mean.

(they can be *gets shot*)

the ending scene. okay.

i talked about this w my twt moot and according to her, the most accepted theory is that the kid there (with dasha) is stavrogin's, and verkhovensky's reaction to seeing them there was like him getting the idea to continue his failed twisted plan, but with the kid in the place of his father. just. what the fuck man. leave that kid alone.

i was also told that this scene wasn't really in the book? yeah. so there's that.

concluding thoughts:

at this point i'm quite used to ruslit plots wrecking my mental state and subjecting me to emotions that make me want to stare at a wall, so this experience with watching demons (2014) was not as jarring as i feared it to be XD as expected, there were really some scenes that left me like "huh??? 🤨🤨", but really that's because i haven't read the book. what i plan to do is once i get the book, i'm gonna read it as i revisit the series.

also maksim matveev? yeah. that man is HOT hot. i could stare at his stavrogin all day if i could.

that's it for me! thank you to everyone who engaged with the thread, it made the experience of watching demons (2014) more enjoyable.

my next target watch on the dostoevsky adaptation list is the italian tbk film!! that or the 1968 russian one. will definitely make a live commentary thread about either on twitter as well.