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whatever you need | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: don't mind me, just eating pomelo and writing smut. i daydream about this piece every and all work day i have rn, it's pretty unhinged bcs i'm working as a gift wrapper for the holiday season and just staring ahead thinking of.... things. i'm technically an atheist, but i would need forgiveness for those thoughts. ANYWAY JEEZ. this took me like four days, help. i'm so insecure abt my smut writing, tho so ooohhh god am i actually dreading posting this. i'll just publish and run away from tumblr for a week. happy reading

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something strange was happening in the arena. something was being done to the camera feeds that were supposed to livestream every second of what was happening in it. only because something seemed to have gone wrong in the games y/n was stuck to the television screen in her living room slash lounge. her parents were called into urgent work in district three a few hours ago, so it was only her and some of the maids in the house. they kept to themselves, though, and were probably asleep in their quarters at the mansion’s far-end wing. except for the main housekeeper, who was adamantly guarding the entrance of the house, in case anyone came by.

her parents were counting on someone coming by - with the way she was recently behaving at school and with the rebel bombs, they were real worried about her well-being. she was always alone at home, because there was no one to bring home. except the dean, but he came by himself and only to serve his usual scolding and threats about y/n’s rebellious nature and behaviour at school. her parents hadn’t felt such worry for their daughter as they felt now since the war days. 

what soothed her mother’s worried heart and mind was the presence of the maids and the housekeeper. y/n appreciated their staying around and liked hearing noises made by someone else in the mansion, even if it was only a far-away creak of floorboards or a door closing. but she didn’t need anything from them, ever, she’d been very independent since her early childhood, and maids seemed like such an excess right now, an even backwards concept for y/n. her family employing them, unable to live without them, made her feel like the rich princess everyone deemed her being. 

y/n had felt fine being home alone until the feed from the arena turned strange. darker, blacker, and the audio seemed warped or otherwise manipulated. she’d caught sight of a familiar figure entering the arena – who was that? how did he get inside? who can tell... – and then the feed changed. there was nothing much she could see, but her eyes had been glued to the screen of her television for the past half hour, anyway. all the while she was straining her eyes to try to see who it was, and at some point that figure was joined by another by Sejanus’ tribute Marcus’ bruised and wounded body, and then the feed darkened nearly completely. 

she sat in her sofa in an embryo pose, blanket over her stressed form, covering her back and the bare feet and legs that the knitted bedtime jumper couldn’t. she realized the gamemakers or the Capitol were trying to hide something, nothing else could explain the feed changing and audio going wobbly and earning static in the process. 

the bell ringing at the front door startled her so bad that y/n gasped and jerked in her position on the sofa. her head whipped in its direction and she watched two figures entering her family’s mansion from the far end of the hallway. she could already tell who the two were, but she remained sat on the sofa, her legs unmoving out of anxiety. she shut off the television and just watched them walk towards her through the unlit hallway, arms wrapping around her knees underneath her beloved blanket.

“ms y/l/n, a mister Snow is here, for you,” the housekeeper announced as she and Coriolanus entered the living room, Coriolanus stumbling into the room more than walking into it. he looked like he was falling to pieces. his breath was heavy, hair and academy uniform in disarray, face just... bewildered. y/n nodded at her housekeeper, extended her arms towards Coryo like a child reaching for its favourite toy and sniffled quietly.

“thank you, Nora,” she told the housekeeper, “please leave us. you can go to bed, i won’t need anything else for the night.” she said in a hushed voice and the housekeeper nodded, knowing to listen to the child of her employers. y/n hated giving anyone orders, much less this spectacular lady, but she did want to be alone with Coryo. and by the look of him, she could tell he couldn’t be around anyone else but her. he was a man of privacy, after all.

as soon as Nora shut the door behind her and left for the maids’ quarters, Coryo accepted the plea in y/n’s extended arms and stumbled over to her on the sofa. “i—i’m sorry,” he said the first words out of breath, in a voice so broken and frail that y/n’s lips twitched downwards and she felt the need to cry, “i didn’t know where else to go, i couldn’t... i couldn’t f-face anyone else...” as he sat down before y/n’s bare feet peeking out from the blanket, she noticed in the poor lighting of the room that his clothes were dirty. there were cuts in his shirt, dirt, gravel, sand... blood. 

“what happened?” her voice wouldn’t go any louder than a whisper, and her lips were turning into a pout as she looked Coryo over, her meek hands reaching out for him but unsure whether she should touch him or not. he could fall apart like the frailest glass, it seemed, if anything touched him right now. his face was bruised. there were small cuts on his cheek, blood on his chin. she noticed how they had already been taken care of.

Coryo still took heavy breaths, but finally he felt like his vision was real and not fooling him, and he took in his surroundings. the dim lighting in the posh room, y/n’s bare feet touching his red academy pant leg, her legs pulled up to her chest under a cute throw-blanket in the pastel colour of chocolate milk, her small hands reaching out to him, unsure, unsteady. he lifted his head to look at her, and the expression on her face made his heart lurch in his chest. her glassy eyes – no doubt matching his –, the pout on her lips, her rosy cheeks, eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion. he could never decline that face. “dr Gaul sent me inside the arena to get Sejanus out,” he finally said, and he spoke in a whisper tone that could only be meant for secrets, “but the tributes heard us... i’m not sure i should even be telling you about this at all,” he admitted.

y/n shook her head. “your secret’s safe with me,” she assured with a gentle nod.

“yes, but dr Gaul—” Coryo began, but she interrupted him in the voice of a faint whisper. 

“i know how terrifying she is,” y/n persisted, “she won’t know that i know.” she said even quieter and looked, really looked, into Coryo’s eyes, and nodded gently again at him. he searched her eyes for a few seconds, weighing the risk of her knowing this, trying to decide if he should tell her more or just cut short here. but really. she’s a loose end and she knows it. it’s not like dr Gaul was in high thoughts of y/n or deemed her more valuable than any other student, and her nature played a big part in that opinion of the young girl. how would she know that y/n found out about this night in the arena? she wouldn’t. it would never come up in conversation. y/n wasn’t part of this.

“the tributes heard us,” Coryo started to say as he sat closer to y/n, his body turned to face her, and almost loomed over her. he’s always been much taller than her, and sometimes that played a part in their dynamic. he took her hands in his above her bent knees and the blanket. he licked his lips and y/n searched his eyes, his... stoic blue eyes. there was a change in them, “they came after us and i...” he shook his head, “i didn’t want to hurt him,” Coryo’s voice broke and his head dropped onto y/n’s covered knees. 

she heard a sob from him, and it shook her entire form, making her gasp quietly. she’d never seen him cry before. the night on the rooftop, in the garden, she knew he was close to it, but she knew he’d never let his pride down so much that he’d let anyone see him cry. and Coryo didn’t feel so good about crying now, about opening himself up to her like this, he felt disgusted with himself. but he also couldn’t stop. and he couldn’t hide everything from her, after all. 

y/n shuffled around until her legs were tucked under herself and she moved closer to Coryo, taking his scarred cheeks between her small hands and lifting his face up so he would see her. she knew she made him nervous usually, but she calculated that that effect flipped around on itself when he was in this state, or one similar to this. breaking apart. feeling vulnerable. beaten down. she looked into his eyes and he back into hers, not really having any other choice. she had this compelling power over him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, and he didn’t want to hide from her. not really.

his breathing slowed down as he just looked into her wondering beautiful orbs, full of so much determination, courage and kindness. she was almost smiling at him, even though she wanted to cry, too, and her eyes were glassy with produced tears, but she wanted to appear strong for him. because right now he really needed a strong anchor to hold onto, he was the one in need of support. y/n took that role mainly in their friendship-relationship, especially at school, when she got herself in trouble, or at home, when her parents were giving her an earful about her irresponsibility and all the jazz they usually gave her an earful about.

last time Coryo and y/n saw each other, she realized he had the ability to ground her. and now she realized she had the ability to ground him, because by looking into his eyes she could see his emotions and mood changing by the second. and all because she’s holding him, and he’s looking into her eyes. he didn’t need much more than that. 

and yet maybe he did. he didn’t know which part of him had the urge, but all of him acted on it by ducking forward and kissing her on the lips. he could taste the sweat she had made on her lips out of stress, and the blueberry tartlet she must have had as a late snack not too long ago. and his hands couldn’t keep away anymore, either, they were taking hold of her face like hers was holding his cheeks between them. y/n would have gasped at his sudden action if she had any air to breathe, and she sighed heavily when he did give her a split second of air after fiery kisses to her delicious lips. 

he kept his eyes on her as he pulled his academy blazer off and threw it to the ground beside the couch, then came back closer to her, one hand on her cheek and the other pulling the adorable blanket off her legs. y/n placed a palm on that hand of his, which made Coryo furrow his eyebrows and look at her with puzzled eyes. didn’t she want this, too? she gulped, eyes averted from his shyly. “i’d rather we talked about it, Coryo,” she admitted and looked back at him carefully, eyes so un-knowing and yet more clever than most people’s. Coryo tilted his head slightly at her words. 

his hands took the bull by its horns, pulling the blanket fully away and welcoming the night air of the mansion upon y/n’s bare legs, making her gasp again. Coryo used the moment of surprise to his advantage and pushed her down on the sofa, sneaking in between her legs like the slippery mastermind he was, and he slid a hand under her knitted jumper, raising goose-bumps in his wake across her stomach and waist. y/n hated that she felt aroused, meaning she felt exactly how he wanted her to, was right where he wanted her, but she couldn’t exactly pull away. she hated being at someone’s mercy, but.... it was Coryo.

she surprised him when he found she wasn’t wearing a bra under her jumper, nothing was standing between his greedy hands and her naked breasts now, though her not wearing a bra at home wasn’t exactly a surprise. it’s just that his inexperienced self was shocked to find a part of her naked, and right there, at his disposal. watching her face, he placed his palm over one of her breasts and ran his thumb over her nipple, which hardened immediately under his touch. and her face, oh, the expression on it was to die for. eyes softly shut, eyebrows gently spasming as she was feeling something very new to her, her teeth biting her lower lip, cheeks turning more red and no doubt burning up. Coryo placed a kiss on her bare stomach, just above the elastic of her underwear, and watched her still as she whimpered for the first time. her thighs fidgeted around him, feet unsurely digging into the soft cushions of her couch—she really didn’t know what to do with herself and these sensations she was experiencing. 

“i’d rather we didn’t,” he said to her finally, though his actions were more than enough of a response to what she said, but she hardly heard him now. there was a gentle static in her ears, and heat all over her writhing form. her pure, supple, untouched form. all for him to touch, to explore. Coryo took his shirt off in a hurry, as if y/n might disappear if he had his hands off her for a second longer, and returned to her half-naked body a hungrier man. hands raking the insides of her thighs, he kissed her again, hot lips making their conversation just moments ago seem like the far past, making her almost forget it happened. y/n could hardly feel her legs, though she knew this was just the beginning, and she wrapped her arms around Coryo’s frame and held onto him as he moved his slender torso against her chest. she could feel the bones of his hips jutting against her own, his growing crotch pressing against her panty-covered soaking cunt, teasing her, making her pant heavily and whimper like a kitten. 

having her like this satiated the hunger that rose from the deep hole he’d created inside himself, gnawing at him like a big black hole with eager, starving claws. every stroke of his hips against hers beat the monster down but dangled the bait in front of it at the same time, leaving him in quite the paradox. this was more than enough, yet Coryo knew he could go further with y/n, further than enough, and that she’d let him. everything in him wanted to, and he couldn’t stop himself. adrenaline was pumping blood from his heart into his veins, she was available and the only one who could help with the hole growing inside him. 

but y/n couldn’t go further without another word spoken. he was avoiding her question, he was avoiding the whole last hour of this night. “Coryo,” she whispered softly as his lips kissed at her neck, tongue sweeping over a particularly bruised-with-kisses spot on her sculpture-like skin, he was an animal let loose. and his affections almost made her forget what she wanted to ask, and she thought maybe she doesn’t really want to know. but y/n sighed, trying to clear her mind, “tell me what happened,” she plead in a quiet voice and it made Coryo raise his head and look into her eyes again. 

he framed the side of her face with only a hand, his thumb on her chin and the rest of his palm splayed across her burning cheek. he loved seeing the look of lust and confusion on her face, in her eyes most of all. the pads of his fingertips softly pushed into her skin. “no,” he remained stubborn, and y/n would have been surprised to have him do otherwise. she gulped softly, hoping he wouldn’t feel it, but no, he felt every motion any part of her made now. his mind came up with a new idea as he slid a hand of his across her stomach, making a wave across her supple body, and then he reached her underwear. he knew, like everyone else did sort of matter-of-factly, that women were to be touched there. he knew it was the spot in her with which he could get her full attention. and he also knew he’d have to fabricate having experience in this field for y/n. he didn’t want her to think him inexperienced, which he was exactly, or least of all that he’s experimenting with her—which was also what he was doing. so he improvised by cupping her warmest place in the body, and he felt an immediate reaction. her thighs fidgeted around his waist again and her stomach lurched. her eyes shut, but he wanted to see them, “open your eyes,” Coryo urged her, and y/n had to force herself to comply, her beautiful eyes looking into his again. they held eye contact as he ran his middle finger in a straight line between her clothed folds, and he watched as her face contorted, caused by the new strange and pleasant feelings. she felt like warm honey on his fingers, “right now all i need is to feel you,” he told her and did the same motion with his finger again, only this time slower, making it pleasurably agonizing for her, coaxing quiet whimpers from her lips, “and this tells me you need it, too.” 

god, she hated that he was right. at first it was want, she wanted him to stay over, to touch her, to feel her, to do things to her that no one else had ever before. now, she felt so desperate for it that she felt she could explode if she didn’t get what seemed to be promised to her. the want grew to need. she wanted to shake her head, wanted to push him off—that would really be characteristic to her. but instead she brought herself to really look into his eyes and nod in response. Coryo’s lips almost made a smile or a grin, almost, she caught the ghost of it in the corner of his lips before he kissed her again. “alright, Coryo,” she whispered against his lips, “but if you don’t touch me properly right now, i willkick you out of my home.” she said surely, admitting to her desperation without shame and in turn – with pride, and now Coryo grinned. her feistiness was one of the things he liked about her, and it coming out in this setting was more than he could have asked for. in a weird way it got him going. 

y/n placed both of her hands on the sides of his face and kept him close to her as he reached his hand into her underwear, breaching into unexplored territory. she was all the warmer for him, and soaking wet. he hummed, their lips nearly touching, but not completely. it was torture for him. he wanted to devour her lips, her whole face, her whole existence. her lips were like the food of life for him, the sounds she made music to his ears and air in his lungs. “you’re just perfect for me,” he confessed to her in a shudder and y/n smiled lightly. his fingers ran through her naked warm folds, just testing the waters, until they found the opening between them, where the wetness and warmth were seeping from. Coryo would have dropped his head onto her shoulder if her hands weren’t holding it up right, but he just felt like he lost his damn mind at how incredible her walls felt around his fingers, and he could collapse right there on top of her. 

“Coryo,” she sang his nickname in a beautiful moan when two fingers prodded inside her, beating any expectations she had about this beforehand. they were long and thick, touching every inch of her, it felt like, and reaching just far enough. she was barely holding onto him, and her body was reacting to his touches immediately. hips moving, back arching, thighs squeezing his body between them, breaths shuddering. 

“no one’s done this to you before, have they?” Coryo asked, but he hardly needed an answer. by the way she was reacting, he could tell that she’d never felt like this before. y/n shaking her head at his question was merely the last dot on the confirmation, yet it still made him more aroused. knowing he was the first one to do this to her, with her. he grazed her upper wall with his finger pads, being careful not to let his nails scrape her, and it brought a moan from her that he’d never heard anyone make. guttural, coming from the very depths of her lungs, her vocal cords, from her very core. it made him shudder. he repeated the motion, slower one time, then faster the next, all the while watching her reaction. he loved seeing her eyes shut, her cheeks become redder, her lips parting, stretching, pushing breaths and whimpers out from between them. Coryo felt one of her hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned. her hips bucked and she grabbed onto his perfect curls between her fingers when he reached farther inside her with his two fingers, and it made them both moan into each other’s mouths, y/n letting his lips rest over hers. he’d reached that great point inside her, feeling her hot and spongy against his digits. it’s almost like she was sucking him in. “you’re so good for me,” Coryo told her and y/n whimpered at the praise. 

“more, please,” she begged with no shame and Coryo obliged, picking up the pace of his fingers and massaging over her folds with his thumb all the while. when he accidentally grazed over her clit, y/n made a high-pitched moan of the utmost sensitivity, and he knew he’d done the right thing. and by accident, no less. he was on the winning team, “Coryo,” she cried with her eyes shut and he noticed a tear on her cheek, kissing over it immediately. next his lips were on hers again, lapping at her tongue with his own like the starving man he was, knowing nothing of tomorrow or the next hour, just so engulfed in her that he knew nothing else. she was the perfect getaway.

he could feel her body behaving in a different way, thighs trembling around him, walls squeezing his hand in, hands nearly powerless, chest shuddering. she wasn’t far off her release, he guessed. with another press to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her cry, Coryo once again watched her reaction in amazement. but he didn’t want to feel her release like this, he needed them both different. Coryo pulled his fingers away, once again making y/n cry out, this time in the most desperation she could manage, and she looked up at him with pleading, tearful eyes. he offered her a gentle smile and moved down her body, dragging her underwear with him. down her legs and away, the light pink garment went, and y/n bit her plump lip in anticipation as she watched him. 

Coryo tucked her underwear into the trousers of his academy uniform that he was still wearing and returned to her body, laying kisses across her thighs on his way up to her. y/n squirmed under and around him, mewled, muttering his name in a mewl here and there, relishing in the feeling of his lips on her untouched skin and his hands roaming all over her body, under her jumper, over it, trying to cover every inch of her. she hated that he had stopped touching her right when she was closest to that one sacred edge she wanted so badly to reach, he was teasing her, taunting her, testing her waters. it was clear to her that he had never done this to another girl before. Coryo was just like her, and yet he’d put up a different façade. 

he dug his fingers into the flesh of her naked hips, which made y/n throw her head back into the sofa cushions, baring her delicious-looking neck to Coryo. he used that to his advantage, licking and kissing at the skin of her neck which he had already bruised marked with his lips just moments ago, he was devouring her with a hunger only she could really satiate, and yet he couldn’t get enough of her. his growing crotch pressed against her bare cunt, and y/n gasped at the feeling. eyebrows scrunched, cheeks and lips red and puffy, she looked up at Coryo again, and he returned the gesture. he took one of her hands in his and guided it down to between them, where he was growing harder and in size, it seemed, watching her face all the while and taking notice of her biting down on her lower lip in anticipation. Coryo made her feel him through his trousers, and he couldn’t hide the effect her touch had on him - shuddering throughout his whole body, eyelids fluttering, he was barely able to utter the next words, but he did so in a quiet voice. “feel what you do to me?” 

y/n nodded with lustful eyes, hungry like the wolf for the boy above her. her boldness came back and with it y/n unzipped Coryo’s custom-made trousers and reached into his boxers to really feel him. he had girth and he was solid, she could feel that all with her hand on him. she was making him a panting mess, giving his length a sure stroke, Coryo’s head falling into the crook of her neck and him moaning, though she knew the piece of his pride that died for him to do that. he hardly let anyone see his inner world, his true feelings, so for him to be this vulnerable with her took a great deal of courage. “do i make you... feel like this often?” y/n asked quietly, and Coryo nodded with a whimper as her finger flicked over his tip, pink and sensitive. y/n wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked up and down, slowly, looking at his face all the while, wishing she could see his beautiful eyes now, see the emotions swimming around in the blue of them.

Coryo fisted the pillow right beside her, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips, “yes, yes, yes, god, yes,” he chanted in her ear as the pace of her strokes grew faster, and y/n could feel each breaths in his lungs against her own, his chest rising and hitting against her so intensely. she’d made him crumble beneath her so quickly, it surprised her, “i need you, y/n, i need to feel you,” Coryo confessed and managed the strength to raise his head and look at her again. he was too afraid to utter the phrase i need to be inside you, feeling just too shy all of a sudden to say that. the look on his face was pure desperation, he looked like he could start crying the next moment, and y/n’s heart lurched in her chest at seeing that. seeing and recognising that she could make him as desperate as he’d made her. that she could make him small, “no one’s ever made me feel like this before,” he confessed more, breaking his own façade down, and y/n smiled at him sheepishly. she knew, of course, that what he said was true. she knew everything about him.

“you have me,” she assured him and brought him out of the confine of his boxers, making Coryo breathe in relief. he had felt so restricted in his own clothes, “but god, Coryo, will you fit? you feel too big in my hand,” y/n said shyly and bit down on her lip again, a habit that Coryo had noticed her having for quite a while now, and he looked down between them two. y/n knew her comment went straight to his growing ego, but she just couldn’t resist teasing him a little. and when he caught onto it, he looked at her again, with a smile on his lips this time. she grinned wide and giggled before she took his face in her hands and kissed his lips, as if it was her first time doing so. simple, loving, affectionate. 

suddenly she fully took in the look of his naked torso, his amazingly sculpted shoulders and arms, his pearly chest... the sight of him was so breath-taking and delicious that she nearly forgot all her other surroundings. Coryo, though the look her eyes were giving him flattered him so, took the bull by its horns again and pushed the very tip of his hard length through her folds, where her warm opening welcomed him. y/n felt a strain while Coryo felt the beginning of a true release, but he noticed her awkward expression, felt her hold on his face falter, and he paused his movements to just check in. 

“alright?” he asked quietly, as he couldn’t tell what to do next by her face, “too big for you?” he teased and it made them both smile, then erupt into mad giggles in unison. y/n would never have expected Coryo to have humour in a moment like this, but she was relieved that he did, and god did it make the whole thing easier. she wasn’t worried, wasn’t anxious anymore, wasn’t feeling insecure about any aspect of herself anymore. except the thing she’d heard that happened to most women on their first time – the bleeding, the pain, his reaction to it. those were the few things she wanted to avoid happening. but if Coryo was his sweetheart-self, then she had no bad reaction to worry about. she was glad he was the person she was doing it for the first time with, she’d really lucked out.

“just a little,” she finally answered after their giggle fit while holding each other in their arms, “try going deeper,” she urged in a hushed voice, and Coryo complied, adjusting his hips forward, slowly, not to accidentally hurt her more. he couldn’t deny how incredible this felt, how incredible she felt around him, her walls sucking him right in so tightly, “ohmygodohmygod,” y/n pushed the words out in a quick breath, feeling a burn and stretch inside of her at the size of him. she didn’t have anyone to compare Coryo to, and no one else had been inside her before, but he felt big enough. 

Coryo appreciated her arm on his back, her nails digging half-moons into his pearly skin, and her other hand splayed across his cheek, thumb almost digging a hole in his cheek. “you feel so perfect around me,” Coryo praised against her parted lips, and y/n could only look at him with strain and tears in her eyes as he inched himself further and further inside, her face changing by every inch, it seemed, until he had bottomed out with a groan and she’d only felt a momentary sting of pain. and the worst part was over—what a miracle it was that it had been so quick for her, she’d expected otherwise. Coryo could see the immediate relaxation on her features, and he smiled. 

he kissed away her fallen tears, but more kept falling from her eyes and y/n could only explain them as being happy tears, though she scolded herself for being so emotional in a meaningful moment like this. but maybe it was just right. Coryo smiled at her and she could see his orbs being glossy, too, and she was glad. it was no wonder, really, taking how shaken he was when he came into her home and sat down on her couch beside her. he was still in turmoil, but that didn’t matter now. he had her. 

“can i try... moving? you feel alright?” he asked her in a whisper. this slow thrust inside her had already felt like heaven, he couldn’t wait to repeat it over and over and over. 

y/n nodded, “yeah, go ahead,” she said and Coryo complied. she took in the feeling of him pulling out gently, slowly... teasingly. he was grinning, she saw, and she shook her head in disbelief as a beautiful smile adorned her features. and then he thrust inside her again, stuffing her walls with his great length, making her back arch and moans that she’s never made before escape her lips. he could hardly concentrate, but he didn’t want to miss all the different facial expressions she would make, the look in her eyes, while he made love to her now. he made himself keep his eyes open as he began to move rhythmically now. 

y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist, engulfing him in her more and more, and each of his thrusts earned him a squeak from her from the movements. god, he just adored her beyond measure. she was everything he needed now, and later, and forever. Coryo kissed her neck, licked at it, as he had before, and it only made her moan more, each moan in its own unique high or low pitch, and dig her fingers into whichever part of his skin she was holding. Coryo adored her touches, they turned him on, and he wanted her hands on him always, they were a lifeline. his hands gripped her waist, her sweater bunched just above them, only covering her arms and her breasts, though barely even those from how much Coryo was moving her.

“you're doing so good for me,” he breathed into her ear, and the praise only spurred her on. she clenched around him, and it made Coryo break his focus completely, his head dropping onto y/n’s chest, where he breathed hot air onto her skin, “i’m sorry, i think i’m close,” he confessed, and y/n raised his face with her hands, looking at him with puzzlement across her face. 

“me too, it’s okay,” she assured him and then took one of his hands in hers and lead it down to where their bodies met. she laid his palm over the bulge that had formed in her lower stomach from him. the sight and feel of it made Coryo groan, getting him all the more closer to his release. 

“fuck, that’s amazing,” he said into her neck, and y/n nodded.

“you’re so big, Coryo,” she complimented him again and felt his dick twitch inside her at the words, “made a bump in me,” she put it into words and it made the boy nearly lose his mind. then she guided his hand just a little lower and pressed his hand onto her clit, where he recalled was her most vulnerable point, “come on, touch me. we’ll do it together,” she urged him on in the sweetest of angel voices and Coryo didn’t need to think twice before complying. he loved her ordering him around a little, it was much needed tonight especially. 

he pressed his thumb against her clit as his hips had nearly reached their fastest pace, and watched as her face twisted in pleasure. eyes shutting, lips spasming, closing, opening, teeth biting, voice singing out to him. “oh, Coryo,” she called his name and he felt it go straight to his heart. there wasn’t much more that he needed in order to come now, and he prided in himself for lasting so long at all, all the while feeling a little ashamed about it. he wanted this to last longer. but since he could tell she was coming, too, his thumb drawing harsh circles on her clit to bring it on, he revelled in them both finishing at once. 

“fuuuck, y/n, i love you,” he whimpered into her ear as he spilled himself inside her tightly-squeezing walls while y/n all but chanted his nickname like a mantra. her hands almost drew blood on his back from how tightly she held onto him, and she shuddered around him at the feeling of her own release coating his entire length. her thighs trembled and she panted heavy breaths against his neck. she’d almost missed his quiet confession, she’d actually heard it amidst their joined euphoria, but she had thought it a hallucination. 

but that assumption dissipated as she came to and looked up at Coryo, whose eyes were worriedly, with tears streaming from them, looking down at her. she quickly moved her hands to his cheeks and tried to sit up in their awkward position. best she could do was position herself higher on her pillow against the sofa’s armrest, and she gulped. “you love me?” she echoed in the smallest of voices, searching his eyes. they were worried, fearful. what if he’d said the wrong thing? what if she felt different about him, different than what he felt about her? what if he’d said it too soon? what if he’d just ruined all this with her? 

but he did love her. he was sure of it. so he nodded, his curls bouncing with the confirming movement. y/n ran her hand over them and smiled wide at him. 

“you love me,” she said again, surely this time, in a happy tone of voice. as if she’d discovered the best, most well-wishing secret in the whole world. and perhaps that’s what it was. her favourite secret about Coryo was that she knew he loved her, “i love you, too,” y/n told him before he could assume otherwise, and kissed his trembling lips. Coryo felt on top of the world. he had said the right thing, he’d played his cards right, he’d told her how he felt. of course, his actions spoke volumes, but hearing him say it in words meant the world to y/n. 

“thank god, you had me worried there for a bit,��� Coryo half-joked between their kisses, and it made her laugh. she pulled back from his lips and admired the boy above her. forehead glistening from sweat in the dim lighting, curls messily falling over his beautiful face, his pearly chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. 

“who would i be without a little suspense, huh?” she asked and smiled at him again. she could see complete love and devotion in his eyes, two things she’d seen on his face only partly or half-meant before, and only towards herself. Coryo used the moment of silence to pull out of her and stuff himself back into his trousers. sitting against the sofa cushions to do it, he glanced at her cunt and saw it leaking with his white substance. y/n looked at him with sultry eyes and her teeth biting her lower lip, arms crossed over her chest, and she spread her legs just a little further to tease him with a wider look, “like what you see?” she asked quietly.

he just gave her eyes of total surrender, he was waving the white flag for giving up and he took a deep breath. y/n giggled as Coryo shook his head in disbelief and lowered his face down to her center, once again giving her anticipation. “you look so pretty,” he complimented and ran a finger through her folds, making her shudder as more of the snow-white liquid pooled out and coated her cunt, “pretty with me dripping out of you,” Coryo sneaked a glance up at her and saw the clear-as-day lust in her eyes. feeling that animalistic urge take over him again, he brought out his tongue and lapped up each drop coming out of her. y/n felt sensitive, sore, and Coryo was giving her a mix of both pleasure and pain as he drank at her. she had him right where she wanted him. the question was – would he stay there? 

his tongue prodded at her entrance just a tad, heightening her sensitivity, and he moaned against her folds at her shudder under him, giving her folds a kiss over once he was done. he wanted to leave most of his spill inside her, only having lapped up and gulped down what was excess. sitting up before her, between her legs, Coryo licked his lips and leaned over her form. y/n pulled him in for a kiss, and could taste something salty and something sweet all at once on his lips and tongue. it was both of them. 

“will you please stay?” y/n asked her in her small voice again, looking into Coryo’s eyes. she hoped to not find any resistance or decline, and her hopes were fulfilled. “please,” she plead more as he teased her with his silence. he nodded, and it made her smile wider than ever. he would stay over, like he promised her he would someday. it meant he didn't view her only as a secret anymore. maybe they could even go to Heavensbee hall tomorrow together, maybe hand in hand... “why did you say sorry? about being close?” she reminded him of the few moments before their euphorias. Coryo bent his head low for a moment. 

“just felt embarrassed,” he answered, “about not lasting long. i just... i just wanted this to last longer for you,” he told her and managed to look at her again. y/n made a comforting face and stroked the side of his face. she understood. 

“yeah, but it’s okay,” she assured him, “there will be other times,” she pointed out and laid a kiss to his cheek, “it was your first time, so please don’t worry your beautiful head over it.” Coryo managed a ghost of a smile just for y/n to kiss him and make his smile more life-like. “you did good, Coryo.” those words of praise went straight to his dick again, and he blushed. she had made him blush. y/n giggled. 

“you did great, too,” Coryo told her and kissed her hair, “thank you. i never would have wanted to do this with anyone else but you,” he confessed as they held tight eye contact. y/n’s heart surged at his words. 

“me too. i’m glad it was you,” she said and it made Coryo smile with shut lips, “now, can i get my underwear back?” she’d made a joke again, and Coryo felt like playing along further. 

“no, i’m keeping it,” he said in a hushed voice, shaking his head and y/n made a playful pout. she’d want to make him think he could keep it and that she’d steal it back later, but she couldn’t. Coryo having her underwear in the pocket of his academy trousers made her feel somehow proud. a piece of her with him wherever he goes. and if he went home and stashed them somewhere in his wardrobe cabinet, that would be fine, too. she loved knowing her underwear was a token for him. 

she only said, “alright,” and took his hand in hers, “let’s go shower and then to bed. you’ve exhausted me.” she admitted and Coryo took it as a compliment. he wanted this treacherous-turned-great day to end, too, and she was the cherry on top of it all. he wouldn’t have gone home tonight for anything. 

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for not wanting the zine I'm in to be explicitly pro-palestine / wibta for therefore not promoting the zine?

the actual problem is a lot more nuanced than that so don't judge just based on that 😭

I'm in a free fandom zine, and we've been working on it since january 2023. it's been a huge labor of love for me (I contributed three pieces!) despite me being less into the fandom recently. our zine is about to be published on social media for ppl to download for free, which is exciting! but the head mod told the group chat that due to the recent conflict with israel/palestine, they wanted to include a message in the promotional post stating that the zine was always intended to be free, and if ppl want to support us they can donate to humanitarian aid for palestine instead.

here's my stance on the israel/palestine conflict: I think it's complicated. obviously I don't support israel's government, but I also don't support things palestine has done. I think both sides are losing a lot of innocent people, and I want to be compassionate to both palestine and innocent israelis/jewish ppl who are experiencing very real grief rn. first of all, I hear abt the conflict so much in real life, I would like to not also have to think about it on my silly fandom app for the one hour I'm on here a day. but on top of that, I don't want to make my social media explicitly support only one side or another, because I think that takes away a lot of nuance from the issue.

anyways, most ppl in the zine chat said that message was a great idea. I personally didn't want to have that message on the main promotion post that I was planning to reblog a lot on my tumblr. so I asked if they could include that message in a separate faq post instead of the main post, and I explained my reasoning (basically that I didn't want to trigger my or other's anxieties about real world conflicts) and one other person agreed with me.

the zine mod said they understood but since it was just a one paragraph message, they wanted to include it anyway. atp I realized nothing I said would change their mind, so I just didn't respond. I get that it's not my zine and they can run it however they want, but it just sucks that now the zine I'm in is being connected to real world stuff that I didn't want to have to connect to my fandom safe space.

anyways, so now the zine is about to come out, and I don't want to reblog the promotional post or advertise it on my blog. when a month passes I'll post my piece (per what the mod has allowed us to do) but I don't plan on promoting the zine anymore. so my question is: was I TA for asking the mod to not include the pro-palestine message in the promo post, and WIBTA for not promoting the zine at all?

reasons I think I'm TA: this is literally not my zine, and I shouldn't be telling the mod what I want the zine to support or not. also it would be shitty of me to just outright not support the zine

reasons I think I'm NTA/NAH: I think my concern is valid, and I can do whatever I want forever

What are these acronyms?

[koyunsoncizeri]

WTF is going on in Turkey, and why this is the MOST screwed up time in 10 or so years? Especially for LGBT young and Women.

-Long post-

TW: mentions of r*pe/ s**ual harassment/women being force-married, losing rights.

This will be a heavy post so please scroll down if you are affected, i know I was, i cried myself to sleep yesterday but I need to get this out.

As you may or may not know, yesterday we held a second election (as in the first one none of the candidates reached over %50) and we, women, lgbti people, all of Turkey lost.

What do I mean by this?

There were 2 main people. One whose name i will not even utter here, as you know him since he is the prime minister for more than 20 years, and the leader of the opposition party. They each had parties under them, supporting different ideas. The oppositon party we all hoped would win (CHP) lost, the votes were nearly divided into two.

The winners..have .. Some.. things they want to implement. But before I get into that, what does their mere win mean for us?

What has been going around that has been powered and will increase by their win? Let us take a look:

But there is, unfortunately, more:

And the final straw that made me SICK to my stomach so much so that I near threw up:

So.

This is what we have been dealing with for the last couple 4 5 years, but these only increased in the last 2 -3 years to an alarming rate.

For the first time in my life I am scared shitless. I am SCARED shitless. I am SCARED for my life. No. Im TERRIFIED. Wish i was exaggerating. Wish I was just being extra.

MOVING ON to what they are thinking of implementing in the upcoming 5 yearz:

The law preventing "violence against women" will be done away with. (Mind you we re no longer in istanbul convention so we have had already near 0 protection)

Girls and boys will be separeted in schools.

The word "Turk" will be done away with in all const. and places. (..We are Turks)

Quran should be taught early, starting at age 7 and in all schools.

Women should only work among women

Single women should be "homed" (which is ..they should be married off to someond)

(mentions of) women not being equal to men when it comes to inheritance

And many more, more disturbing things i cannot even write. Just know that ..im scared to write everything :)

This is where I am rn.

Today i woke up and felt ..nothing. didnt wanna eat anything, do anything. Cant even watch Gargoyles my latest obsession.

All i am thinking about, how will I go to hospital to get my weekly shots, walking among people im scared of.

I dont know dudes. I really dont know. You know we opened a group to share info about how to seek asylum? :)

Sigh, my dudes. I love my country, i dont want it to be turned into Pakistna or whatever (please dont come at me for saying this, just search the news and u will see)

I was trynna get away from my abusive fam and now i cant even go to another city feelin good about it.

LASTLY

Ataturk fought so hard to get women from under the feet of sharia and men, we were one of the first women to have the right to vote.

Our pilot, Sabiha Gokcen is the first female fighter pilot. (Not to be confused with First combat pilot, Marie Marvingt)

She was selected as the only female pilot for the poster of "The 20 Greatest Aviators in History" published by the United States Airforce  in 1996.

We attended beauty contests, after years of being forced to wear hijab and whatnot, and now. We are going back to square 1.

I'm .. trying to be hopeful. But it's getting harder my dudes.

[yumethefrostypanda]

HI YUME!! How are you pookie? I hope well❤️

it's me, Sofia! It's been a long time since I didn't liked or write a question for you (it's not that I was busy, it's that I didn't looked up on tumblr for a lot of time. But I still looked the notifications when you published something! 😁😝)

I change my profile ✨️aesthetic✨️ a little, so you maybe don't recognise my old profile 🤓

But, the question that I'm about to ask you, it's something that I saw on tiktok last day...

It was a photo of Simon and König with their dogs!! It was so cute! Simon with a German Shepherd and König with a Cane Corso!

I thought that you might have to say something about it, or if you already did it, maybe I lost that tumblr...😭

But the funny thing it's that it's so cute how Simon's dog it's maybe Riley! (I mean, I think it's pretty obvious 💅🏻) and then König's dog, it's SO BIG my gosh, it's literally perfect for him.

By the way, I think that wasn't a question after all... it was might an observation. But you know... it could be whatever🤭

Today, I'm still wondering in the back of my mind if MWIIII will come out, I really hope it. REALLY HOPE IT PLEASE😭😭

I'm making such a mess but I really have to write a lot of things... but, we will do it slowly

I think that's gonna be all for today, just an observation and still saying that I love your work since I saw the first tumblr that appeared on my home page. I'm gonna give you a BIG KISS from... (you know where I live? Absolutely not, so I'm gonna have to tell you) ITALY!🇮🇹💋

Bye my friend😢

Hey Sofia :D I'm doing good, how are you? I saw you've changed your profile because I still rememberd your name, the greens looks nice! I'm also not too active so no worries, but thank you for having notifs on for my blog Q_Q To be honest I'm never on tiktok :P So I am not really up to speed with whats out there (let alone on tumblr/twitter :")). But if you could send me the link I would be happy to look at it cause you made me curiouss. German Shepherds and Cane Corso's are both very beautiful and loyal dogs *-* The dog breed kind of suits them too, I think. I don't necessarily think they would own dogs rn (because of their job) but it's cool to think about :D I think MW4 will happen, I thought I've read somewhere it's confirmed (no release date yet) but can't say I'm too thrilled :P I didn't think Soap's fate would affect me this much haha.. now imagine Ghost or Price.. NOOPE. I also still hope they'll continue till MW10 because I don't want it to end, but dang.. MW3 was quite a let down (with it being rushed and ALL). And how nice! A fellow European 😄 I would loove to (still) visit Italy someday :)

Take care my friend ♥ Thank you for your kind words and for being around for a long while now :D

[linolinoing]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Hiiiiii! THANK YOU JESS, SA AND LISSA FOR SENDING THIS 🫂💘💕💖💝💗💓 @chanrizard @minho-knows

I'm the most indecisive person in the world, so I'll try not to overthink it too much and just say whatever comes to mind!

might be the best song ever created? at least it is in my world. dijon music is *chef's kiss* 🤌🏻

or tbh any song from red moon in venus, the whole album is a masterpiece

it rained a bit yesterday, so I'm already in a slightly autumnal mood lmao

randomly heard this song a few days ago and now I'm obsessed

decided not to add any skz cus everyone already knows how obsessed we all are with them, but listening to slash is a part of my daily routine rn 🖤

[myreia]

From @fourteenthz !!

For the fic writer ask game: 1, 18 and 24!! (That last one is for me 👉👈 going through the horrors rn)

Thanks, Kelly! 💖

01. The last sentence you wrote

Minfilia stands a few feet away, eyes bright, smile soft, blonde hair glowing in the solar’s warm light. For the leader of a covert organization, she is not what Aureia expected. She thought she would be meeting a hardened veteran, grounded and devoid of the usual idealistic nonsense, with a keen understanding of the difference between lofty aspirations and harsh reality. The kind of person prepared to do whatever it took to see their goals realized. A spymaster or a soldier or a general.

Not a woman younger than herself who wears her heart on her sleeve.

(sorry that is most definitely not a single sentence sdfsdfs 😂)

18. If you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

I couldn't find anything from my published ffxiv stuff since it's either been overwritten or incorporated elsewhere, but this is a bit I cut from a post-5.3. shb wip since I changed my mind about some details:

She has a tradition now to make her rounds of welcome as soon as she arrives. Today, this includes Lyna, Cylva, Beq Lugg, and Moren, too, though she does not stay for long. The headache is making her nauseous. As Ryne is not in the Hortorium, she leaves a message for her before retiring to her inn room.  

24. How do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

Ahh burn out. 😭 I write for work, so this is something that I struggle with a fair bit since work doesn't wait for me to have a break and catch up.

Right now, I try to get at least 100 words written every day. It doesn't matter the quality, it doesn't matter what fic I'm working on, just 100 words of something. Writing is like a muscle; you need to work it to keep it in shape. The longer a break you take, the harder it will be to get back into it. Building it as a habit helps me maintain it in the long term.

But re-charging is still important. If I feel stuck or worn out from the thing I'm working on, I try to be creative in other ways (right now that's music! I play piano and clarinet, and it's been so nice getting back into that). Relaxing with a book or TV show or video game is good, too--sometimes you need to get swept up in another story for you to come back to your own.

Good luck with the horrors! 😭💖

✍️ fanfic asks

[yujeong]

Tagged by @justanothervariant in this writers' ask game - thank you so, so much🥺

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first and last fics you published there, a fic for a fandom/ship you've only written for once, your favourite fic in the fandom/ship with the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonised over the most, the fic that sprang fully-formed from your mind with minimal effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason❤️

First fic published on Ao3: My VP retelling fic called Little House on the Hill. I had the immense desire to write their story from my POV and I decided to start posting it last December. I haven't touched it in months unfortunately, due to other projects I'm working on rn but I will get back on it soon.

Last fic published: Shoot me, a fic that was part of the game "Guess The Author" on the kindergarten mafia discord server, in which Vegas has to choose who to kill between Pete and Macau. A fun angsty little concept that has a happy ending :3

Fandom/ship I only wrote once: just a kiss, a PorschePete fic which was a way to scratch the itch of seeing them almost kiss during ep 4. I don't have any other ideas for them, so it'll probably be a one-time thing.

Favorite fic in most popular fandom/ship: VegasPete are my babies and the ship with the most fics on Ao3, which makes me super happy. My favourite fic for them is Dead End, a gift fic that I wrote for the amazing @xxhappy-chickenxx. Post canon Vegas angst, the way I adore it.

Fic I wish more people read: Honestly, all of them, because I'm an insecure bitch who gets an adrenaline rush from hits/kudos and especially comments, but if I had to choose, I'd say (Not) Family, a 500 word fic about Vegas and his relationship with Kinn and Tankhun, because I advocate for more fics in second person POV (it's so much fun writing it and it's so rewarding to read if it's done well enough, more people should try it) and Guilt Trip, another 500 word fic that explores the relationship between Macau and Pete during the hospital era, because MACAU AND PETE ARE PRECIOUS AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP GIVES ME LIFE, OK? (Stay tuned for the extended version of that btw. I know I said it's coming soon like months ago but I mean it this time, hopefully it'll be here by the start of November🤞)

Fic I agonised over: Dead End. That's it, that's the post. No, for real though, VegasPete post canon angst is something I wanted to try for a while but I was always afraid of fucking it up. The feedback I received for the fic made me believe that I did a good job with it though, so I guess it was all worth it in the end.

Fic that popped out fully-formed: This doesn't happen to me haha I don't have fics fully formed besides some basic plot elements and some vibes but I guess the closest it's come to that was Broken Vows - a fic in which Kinn takes revenge against Vegas for Tawan in the pettiest way possible. Idk, I had written the basic structure of it one random day and then polished it a bit and submitted it for the server's GTA. It was very fun to write in general, I'll admit.

Fic I'm proud of: I'll just say all of them because I feel it in my bones. Even Bitter Hearts, Clouded Minds, the second installment of my Heroes and Villains series which I am very mixed about, is a story that came from my heart and slipped through my fingers onto the doc document and then on Ao3 so, I can't say I'm not proud of releasing it into the wild. KinnPorsche The Series gave me my passion for writing back and made me start writing fanfic, something I had never done before so I'll forever be grateful for it. English isn't even my first language so I'm glad I pushed my insecurities aside and gave fanfic writing a try 🥰

I'll tag @wisteria-daydreamer, @therealblessedaffliction and @fleet-off, as well as any other writers who want to join in ✨

[chansaw]

Hello! I've asked you some yj animorphs au questions anonymously before since I was a bit shy about it, but I'm excited to read that when it's published! I was curious about how you write, if you use outlines or try to plan everything ahead of time, or if you write images as they come to you (or both or neither or whatever!). I hope this isn't too forward, just want to say I'm a fan!

HELLO!!!! you don’t have to apologize for anything bc this ask made me SOOOO happy :]

anyways, with regards to your question, i’d have to say it’s a bit of both. like, for the animorphs au specifically i have a broad outline of the plot. i’ve broken down the story into “episodes” - each episode spans 1-3 chapters, and each chapter is further broken down into like 5-6 scenes. i definitely like to go in with a plan: i know how each character’s arc is gonna play out, and i have an ending in mind. if a new idea/image pops into my head spontaneously while im writing, im not afraid to shake things up and deviate from the outline.

with regards to a schedule… i wish i could say i have one. i don’t 😔 my adhd means motivation comes and goes, so some days i sit down with tons of inspiration ready to go and other days i just can’t get anything onto the page. one of my worst fatal flaws as a writer is that i want everything to be perfect, for every word and line to be just the way i want it to, and if i’m not 100% satisfied with it i get convinced it’s not worth sharing. sometimes i get caught in that vicious cycle… or distracted by other ideas… i have so many WIPs rn help.

i hope this makes sense!!! i’m not feeling too well recently and my brain feels jumbled and soupy. earlier today it took me ten minutes to coherently organize my thoughts and express myself verbally 🙃

[tryhardgwen]

rs archive 03/12/2024:

I'm interested to know what your writing process is like! I know you have several wips right now (and I'm so excited to get to read them hopefully in the future) so how do you choose what to work on? Do you just write on the wip depending on your mood for the day? or do you stick to one until you finish it and then move on to the next one? Do you also do outlines or just go in with feelings?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION SINCE I MADE MY RETROSPRING ANON I QUITE LITERALLY LOVE YOU (yes... i am an attention whore and narcissist that likes talking about myself i am so sorry) but . um. sorry i get excited. i just like chatting and discussing things 🥹🥹

so one thing about me is i TRY to choose what to work on and make lists but i ultimately fail. i don't control shit. you will see my tweet about wip lists on twt "i will finish gumakeria aml spinoff for valentines day" no im fucking not. "ok i work on this in march, this during summer..." no i absolutely wont. im not listening to a thing. i just work on whatever im inspired by atm. its all very messy and uncoordinated. i have wips from last year i haven't finished, yet i have a published fic that i thought of and completed in two weeks (??). make it make sense. some of my older wips need to be let out of the dungeon i nEED to work on them. SOME OF THEM DONT EVEN MAKE SENSE TO BE RELEASED ANYMORE BECAUSE ITS LIKE TIME-RELATED AND my own self ruined that. like i have 2023 summer fics in the works. i could've written and released them during worlds?? but no i worked on aml instead. by the time i release those time-relevant fics its going to be so long ago. will anyone care about them? should i even write them at this point? i don't know. :| why am i a mess. my mind is literally a mess. why do i do this to myself.

so yeah, i just choose to work on based on vibes/how i feel which leads to a lot of fics in the dungeon. i will eventually get re-inspired and finish those, but who knows how long that's going to take. i do work on one wip at a time pretty much, but not necessarily until i finish it. oftentimes ill choose an idea and finish it then move onto the next one, but like i said, sometimes i will abandon said wip to go work on and finish another. i have like 10k of a camp half blood au rotting in the dungeon. also 8k of this piltover au gumaoner ive been trying to finish since may of last year. longfics also fuck up my schedule a bit because of how... long they are. i usually work on them consistently for quite a while and work on other smaller fics in the meantime. i think i started the hunger games au in may of 2023? im not even close to done because i kinda jotted down the starting ideas, didn't touch it until november (so, after i finished writing "all my love"), and then like didnt touch it all of worlds bc i was pissed off at it. then i picked it up again in 2024 (rewriting all 50k i had written previously) and that's what im working on in the background rn. "background" as in i will put it aside if i have a shorter fic idea to work on and quickly publish. like i abandoned it for 2 weeks to work on the kindred showmaker&chovy fic. you see what i mean?

all my wips typically start with an idea and one or two lines of dialogue. ("imagine being loved by me" started with the two lines "where do i belong / with me, of course.") or i'll listen to music to get an idea which the lines/scene then spawn from, or i see some picture of some proplayer (keria with "don't blame me") ill jot them on a google doc or a discord server, and then when im inspired ill expand on it, and eventually finish it! a lot of my scene ideas happen in my head before writing. sometimes ill think whole scenes through in my head, including dialogue and actions, before putting it to paper (or, document on the computer i guess). other times it just comes as i write. sometimes i write fics in one sitting ("homemade dynamite") but most of the time its longer than that, whether it be a week or like, months lol.

as for outlines, i do not use outlines. barely, anyway. honestly, outlines would probably help me a lot! i used them twice i think (both recent fics, huh), once with "take a bite" because fluff is so fucking hard to write i needed help, and another time with "the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb" because i wrote the ending for that fic first and needed help filling it in. but yeah, generally no outlines. oftentimes i have a whole detail of the story in my head to begin with, or i just write and sees what comes out. again, i am not organized in the least. rip me.

i also... don't write chronologically as you might've been able to tell. i like bounce between wips and scenes. the very first scene of aml i wrote was actually the scene of wooje driving the mustang again for the first time in chapter one! typically, like i said, my wip ideas will start with a few scene, and only once i have those down will i write chronologically to link up the other scenes and complete the fic!

soo i hope that sort of like explained/gave you some insight on my very messy writing process (i have a very messy brain.) as a parting gift i will give you a wip list that i will definitely not follow. do not fucking trust me. 1. hunger games au. 2. worlds fakenut. 3. yeah why am i making a list im not going to follow it. BUT I WANT TO FINISH THE HUNGER GAMES AU SO BAD ITS TAKING SO LOOOOONG OH MY GOD. okay, anyway. i love you. thank you so much for asking 🥹🫶🫶!! i hope you have an amazing day <3

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Partners | Tommy Akhtar x Reader (1)

Words: 2,401

Pairing: Eventually Tommy Akhtar (City of Tiny Lights) x reader

Summary: You require the services of a private detective called Tommy Akhtar to track down the people who are after your family, but you are not going to stand by and let him do all the work. You weren’t asking permission to take part, but only acknowledgement in your skills. As the two of you delve deeper into the illegal trade market, family secrets are revealed, bridges will be burnt, and the past comes back to haunt you. Slow-burn!fic.

It was a typical rainy day in London when you huddled yourself on the stairwell in front of the private detective’s locked office. A friend of yours told you about him, how he gets the job done whether it’s to uncover or hide something. Right now, you needed to uncover something. You were tempted to do it yourself, since the authorities were no help at all, but you were afraid that you were way out of your depth when it comes to investigating. At least, you couldn’t do it alone. You only hoped that the job wouldn’t be too intimidating for him. Then, you’ll have little to no options left.

The smell of cigarettes were carried into the building with London’s chilling draft as the man in question, with short dark hair, five o’clock shadow, in a black leather jacket, walked up to his office. As he went to unlock the door, he paused and turned to you. He gave you a curt nod, opening the door wide enough for you to enter the dimly lit office. You smiled politely,  straightening out your worn out coat and settled into the seat across from his desk.

He lit another cigarette, holding out the pack to you as a silent gesture. You held a hand out and shook your head. You were trying to avoid smoking anything. Seven years sobriety were doing you good, but you sometimes miss using a puff to take off the edge. He tucked his pack into his jacket and leaned back. You watched as he dragged out a long smoke. With his free hand, he gestured for you to show your case.

As if snapping out of a trance, you jumped a little in your seat, shifting around to pull out a hard drive from your coat pocket. His eyes narrowed, one hand starting up his laptop as he leaned forward to take it from you. Twirling it around in one hand, he used the other to pull the cigarette from his lips.

“And what’s this, exactly?” He asked in a rough voice, smoke blowing out as he spoke.

“I’m sure you’ve had all types of clients,” you started, sitting straighter with your hands on your lap, “and I’m sure you’ve used methods that were… questionable. My line of work has something to do with… taking back what has been stolen, although the public sees it as black market thievery. On the contrary, my job is to prevent any… items from accessing the black market.”

He plugged in the hard drive into his computer and opened up the files. “You’re hired by governments to take back their cultural artifacts from foreign museums,” he stated.

“Exactly. For years, operations have been going smoothly. Governments get their stolen artifacts back, and the issue of missing display pieces at the local museum is swept under the rug. Usually, we have some… allied authority figures that allows smooth routing, from border patrol to dock inspection. Several months ago, after an operation to take back several pieces before the grand opening of the new exhibit at the London museum, a few of my men were taken out and the pieces were brought back to the museum. I’ve questioned the guards at the docks and they’ve threatened to arrest me if I don’t keep quiet.”

You began to fiddle with your sleeves, crossing and uncrossing your legs. His eyes were trained on your face as you spoke, occasionally putting the cigarette to his lips. He glanced back at the screen and saw that it was password protected. He raised an eyebrow, turning the laptop towards you. You leaned forward to type the password in, the sleeves of your coat riding up, partially revealing a tattoo of a lotus on your left arm.

Leaning back, you continued, “It didn’t seem like a huge problem at first. Possibly some black market thieves that got paid from the museum. Then, it happened to a crew in China, then in Moscow, and then New York. There had been rumors, followed by patterns in the news…” You glanced at the laptop, prompting him to open the file.

His brown eyes scanned the collection of news articles. Sightings of dead bodies at the docks, swept aside by business corporations or celebrity scandals, and artifacts being stolen from museums right after the gran revealing, a few guards murdered at the scene of the crime.

“We may be labelled as thieves, but we never kill, Mr. Akhtar,” you said firmly, “With this going on, our business is essentially being framed for this mess and governments are turning on us. If this continues, they’ll be after our heads.”

“Our?” He asked, tapping his cigarette in the nearest ashtray.

“Family business,” you simply answered. The detective nodded, not pushing any further.

“Why not lay low until it blows over?”

“We are trying to, but it’s not going to simply blow over. It’s only the beginning and soon enough, countries will have us tracked down.” You sighed, pulling out a stick of gum from inside of your coat. After unwrapping it from the foil, you let it hang from your lips as you hands played with the wrapping.

“We’ve considered ending the business after the problem has been taking care of, knowing that we have friends who will take our place. Right now, it’s not possible,” you said, chewing one end of the gum. “I’m the only one from the family that hasn’t done much of the diplomatic or field work, so most don’t know that I’m part of the family. I guess I’m a glorified secretary, keeping track of our routes, inventory, documents, et cetera. Only a couple of times I’ve been out, the London operation being one of them.”

“That’s why you’re the one that came to me. Why me?” He stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes analyzing you. “How did you even heard about me?”

“I’ve got to have my own sets of eyes. Sometimes I need connections with people that could follow certain persons of interests to make sure they’re keeping their end of the deal, mostly when it comes to money,” you said with a shrug, chewing the rest of the gum, “A friend told me. I would go after this group if my movements weren’t so limited.”

The detective nodded in understanding, getting the gist of what you’re asking of him. “I charge three hundred a day. I’m sure you can handle that,” He said with a small smirk.

“With a city with many secrets, you should charge more,” you replied, taking out a brown envelope and fishing out two stacks of cash. “This should be enough for now.”

He grabbed the stacks, counting it through. “This is almost two weeks worth. What if I find them in one?” he challenged.

You shrugged. “Consider it a bonus. I can always give more if it does take more than two weeks to finish. I’m helping of course, so I doubt that it’ll come to that.”

The corner of his lips twitched. “And who is my client?”

You paused for a moment, then said, “(Y/f/n) Iotos.”

He stuck a calloused hand out. “Tommy Akhtar.” You took it and shook firmly. He knew it was a fake last name, and you figured that he was used to that. Last names didn’t matter for him to do the job.

You grabbed a notepad from his desk and wrote down your number, signing it off with a picture of a lotus. With that taken care of, you stood from your seat.

“I’ll have to head to my day job, now, but if anything comes up, text me first,” you told him as you headed towards the door.

His eyes scanned you once again, before he stood up from his seat to walk you to the front door. Halfway down the steps, he leaned in closer to you, the smell of cheap liquor and his natural scent more prominent under the layer of nicotine, making you dizzy for a moment.

“I’ve had to deal with a client awhile back that had not fully disclosed information that was useful to the investigation,” he said lowly, “so if you run into anything or something pops up that should have been mentioned earlier today, you call me.”

“Okay,” you managed to say before continuing down the steps and headed out the door, tugging your coat tightly around your body as you were exposed to the outside chill again.

You made your way to one of your close-to-normal job at a diner after taking a cab, shrugging off your coat once you’ve crossed the threshold, revealing the diner uniform. The usual customers from nearby businesses and apartments came and went throughout the day. Being the youngest of the family, as well as the only daughter, your father did not want you in the line of fire, but trusted you enough on being the mind behind the operations. The normal day jobs you had kept you sane in between operations and helped on giving you a cover and use of networking.

An old man in damp ragged clothing and a graying beard huddled in, occupying a booth at the back corner of the diner. You looked around, noting that it wasn’t too busy and went over to the old man. His light gray eyes raised from the table.

“I just want a dry place to stay,” he said roughly.

“How about a cuppa Joe, then?” you said.

He nodded, taking out pieces of folded papers with a shaky hand. “This is all I can offer you.”

You smiled at him kindly. “It should serve just fine,” you said, taking the paper. Digging into your apron, you made to grab your notepad, slipping your own folded paper with his payment tucked inside.

You walked to the back of the kitchens, checking that no one was around before opening the papers. It was a couple of screenshots taken from a cctv camera, the street scribbled at the bottom in black ballpoint pen. Two men in expensive suits looking warily down the streets, meeting two other figure at the Drunken Barrel, a bar a few blocks away. That type of bar was no place for businessmen like themselves. They had your usual drug dealers, gang members, and excons. Really shady and dangerous.

From what memory serves you, the other figures in the picture worked for a smuggling group. There had been a couple of run ins with that group, and there had been a truce between them and your family’s business that they continuously tried to cross, trying to find loopholes into their agreement to get away with it.

By habit, you almost made a move to destroy it, but the detective’s words stopped you. You would have to show the screenshots to him. Instead, you tucked the papers back into your apron and went out to finish your shift before your manager snaps at you.

Stuffing your uniform in a backpack you kept in your locker, you made your way to a corner booth, having placed an order with the cook before clocking out. A familiar figure had walked right in before you could lift your phone to text him. Tommy leaned down as if to kiss the top of your head.

“Thought coming in was better than texting,” he whispered, shrugging off his jacket as he slid into the seat across from you.

“It’s fine.” You said casually, flashing a smile as you reached over to grab his hand from across the table, slipping the papers to him. He grabbed it, stuffing it into his pocket.

“Here’s your house combo,” your nasally coworker interrupted, setting the plate down with a clatter in front of you. When she noticed your handsome company, she batted her eyelashes and giggled. “I’m sorry, what can I get you, sweetie?”

“Coffee should be fine,” he paused, looking over at you, as you rolled your tired eyes at her flirting, “two actually. Seems like my girl wasn’t given her drink.”

She blinked, looking back at you as if she forgot you were there. You rested an elbow on the table and leaned against the palm of your hand. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he went on.

“She’s going to need all that caffeine for what I planned for her tonight,” he said, shooting a wink at you.

Your eyes widened at the implication, followed by an amused smirk as the waitress became flustered. Honestly, you didn’t even bother to remember her name. She was constantly flirting with customers and constantly belittling you. Two birds with one stone.

“Babe, no one needs to know that,” you pretended to scold him, hitting his shoulder, although the nickname was foreign on your lips.

“Or should we go right now?” he asked, forcing an eager look on his face as he made to grab his jacket.

“Uh, um, I’ll get your coffee,” she said quickly before rushing off to the counter.

You snickered. “Do you do this to all your clients?” you asked him.

Tommy shook his head. “Nah, it’s just that you looked very bored. I can’t have someone I’m working with sleeping on the job now, can I?”

“So you’re considering letting me work with you,” you said, digging into your food.

“Maybe. You seem to be in good standing with the street life here. I’ve asked around for you and none of the homeless seemed to know who you are or what you look like despite living in the same spot for months on end. I’d imagine that your job had regular hours as well, so it’s not to hard to notice a regular face,” he said casually.

“You’re very quick, Mr. Akhtar.” You pointed your fork at him. “And why would you be asking around for me? You have my number.”

“Tommy,” he corrected. “And think of it as a small background check so I know who I’m working with.”

“Well, Tommy,” you said, emphasizing his name playfully, “What do you think?”

“Lets just say that I no longer doubt your skills… for now. At least, it’s something that I wouldn’t think a simple diner waitress would be capable of.”

“Basically, you doubted that I could be any use to you on the investigation besides what I already know. Since you know I’m quite capable, we should see each other as partners,” you summarized.

“Partners.”

[effervescentdragon]

Hi, I hope this isn't too random, but you seem like a good person to ask for fic recs. Ignore this if it's too much of a bother, but if not what are your favorite Seb and or Charles-centric fics? Hope you're having a good day :D

Hello dearest anon! Thank you so much for asking me this and giving me a way to decompress after my exams, and also, thank you for trusting in my taste about my favorite vroom vroom boys <3 I will put the recs under the cut, because it's going to get long. Many (if not all) of these are slash fics, and most of them will probably be Sebchal (because I am trash about them), but I'll include pairings and some details, but please mind the tags and warnings in fics :) also these are the ones I remembered off the top of my head rn after 2 exams (read: fics that live in my head rent free all the time)

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sebchal/cheb fic recs first!

an evolutionary theory of the soul by Anney

sebchal soulmates au. my absolute favorite, one of my ultimate comfort reads, the most perfect thing i've read and one of the first ones i've ever read. i re-read it often, and it also contains links to the moments described in the fic, so i use it for research (and comfort) on top of it all <3

Down in the Depths We Make Our Home by my dearest @antimonyandthyme

a pacific rim au that made me almost miss roc22 race because i was so invested in it, i couldnt even stop reading it. pacific rim is one of my all time favorite movies, and this is just. so, so bloody beautiful. athy is a master wordsmith, and this fic is. i don't know how to describe it. transcendental. ephemereal. everything. <3

here comes the sun by the lovely @wdcseb

aka the fic ive read probably top 3 most times out of them all. sometimes i go and just read that japan part and melt and die all over. seb comes back as ferrari's team principal after retiring. charles still drives. idek where to start with how wonderful this fic is. i can quote half of it by now. <3

Everything I do, I'm gonna think of you by @misonikomi

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. seb still races, but charles is a disillusioned model. its such a lovely story of acceptance and of two different worlds crashing, but not really. it has some of my favorite descriptions, and seb's character is wonderfully done throughout. also, there is a sequel from charles' pov, which is equally lovely. i reread it a lot.

With you I'm in real danger by wonderful @jean----ralphio

seb sells antique books in Monaco. charles is a pornstar. i am IN LOVE with this. the way their rl personalities and issues apply to how they are in this au is magnificently written and just all around amazing. also, very hot :)

postcards from places that miss you by @streetlightsky

i screamed about this fic so much, like so so much. the postcards have one of the best confrontation scenes ever. the showing and not telling really comes through here, and it just. it makes me feel happy whenever i read it.

all of these authors have other fics that you should definitely check out, but these are my favorites by each of them! all of these are also completed bcs I rarely bother with unfinished work, but there is a wip i follow religiously: To be wild, to be free by anonymous author (if you by any chance happen to read this, i adore your fic <3!), where in a twist of fate or magic or whatever, Charles wakes up and Seb is young, and only starting his F1 career as a rbr driver :) and nobody remembers older Seb except Charles. i've re-read what's published like. 5 times so far or sth, i love it so much.

for seb-focused fics, the first, ultimate, and only fic that comes to mind is dearest @kritischetheologie 's Everybody Wants To Rule The World, which is a NicoR/Seb fic and has some of the absolute best characterisation of Seb i've ever seen. it made me so feral, i couldnt write anything for a week because it took over my brain and every time i thought of anything else, i just couldn't. i adore it <3

i will also self-promote here, because my first foray into f1 rpf was a seb-focused fic Red Gods of Old, which is a 2nd person pov magical realism diary entry that focuses on seb in ferrari :)

honorary mention to my ultimate comfort sewis fic I've Got You by @loveyouhomex which made me cry with how perfect it is, and i've only read it twice, because it devastates me in the best way out there. it spans their whole acquaintance in f1, and its so, so beautiful.

there is another wip i follow, which really explores sebs character in a fascinating way, and the self deprecation we've all witnessed, transformed through the superpower au. it's a simi fic by @creampuffjiggle called Six Feet From Ice and i am entranced by it! tho i did binge read it just as the last chapter published turned out to be a hearbreak <3 wholehearted rec!

for charles-focused fics, there are so many lovely ones in the pierre/charles tag on ao3, though most of them are extremely angsty. the ones that i love, and that come to mind instantly are these:

whatever our souls are made of (his and mine are the same) by empireofclouds - a soulmate au with heavy mythologizing that i fucking ADORE;

 hopefully, one day you will love me back by @sebchalex - where monaco gets kicked out of eu and pierre and charles marry and somehow still pine over each other;

If I were proper, I’d have a chance; not with you, but somebody else by @deepdowninshipperhell - an a/b/o which i literally have open on my phone at all times for comfort because its just perfect.

in the end, i will include my own fics here too, because first of all why not, and second of all i do write about seb and charles most often :)

Monaco - sebchal, monaco gp 2022 as it shouldve been;

Taller In Another Dimension - piarles, montreal 2022 date as i choose to believe it went;

By The Same Blade - sebchal, magical realism ft hanahaki disease 5+1.

thank you so, so much for asking anon, i love you for this <3

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

7th Dimension (Chapter 6)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 5.1

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD LINK (I'm always 1-2 chapters ahead in this site)

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: You've had it well understood that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. However, you've never intended nor expected Satoru to take it literally as if Valhalla existed within those eyes of his. Thus, his reckless revelation had been essential towards the objectives he had from you---or was it bound to end up as a fallacy towards the curbs that filled the path up ahead?

Warnings: Gojo Satoru being a teasing, sexy hottie mofo---*kicks whatever is on my way rn* Also, his eyes. EYES I SAY. (ᗒᗩᗕ) Nanami's exasperation. 🤣 Don't worry, we're letting him rest after this. 🤣 He's such a mood---🤣 Satoru's an utter tease here ISTG because of the *cough* physical contact he's gradually giving---*coughs* (I can't help it---!!!) Reader be a simp so bad that she's prolly loathing this moment rn---😭🤣 Btw, I have no idea if Nanami has a nephew or niece, I've only read through a trivia that his Maternal grandfather is Danish but other than that, none.

Tell me if you want to be tagged whenever I publish chapters for 7th Dimension! Send an ask or message me!

A/N: Y'all are seeing Gojo's eyes rn. Enjoy the GIF's created by their rightful creators, bb's! Also, it's very hot in our country rn and writing for Satoru isn't helping a lot. *Sweats more*

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME MUCH MOTIVATION AND INSPO! SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS! I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a simp and a potato-hoe! LMAO. 🤣

Words: 5.6k+

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

"NANAMI!" Satoru bellowed with a huff, constantly being rejected by the 7:3 sorcerer from the moment they've set the soles of their footwear along the private plane.

Nanami Kento had his pointer finger and thumb over his temple and chin, leaning onto his hand while his own elbow was on the arm rest of his chair, "What?" he phlegmatically responded, nasally as it echoed around the plane, sounding like he was on the verge of having a migraine, "---When will you ever stop pestering me?"

Copious, delectable sweetmeats laid before the table. Various kinds where some were boxed and even wrapped in plastics. Some were shop-made bonbons, desserts in which you've somehow identified the others from their shapes and sizes---knowing full well what they were because it was your country's delicacies. The best of the best kinds. You thought this blindfolded guy who were addicted with mochis only adored one type of junket. No. The man was addicted to any type of sweets and it definitely has kept your mind blank from his overflowing cravings.

He was avidly beaming from the moment you've passed by a shop that were selling tons of different pastries and desserts, triggering his growing appetite especially after such a disputed conversation that you had with him. Whereby, both you and Nanami had been forced to come along as he bought the afters.

Satoru convinced you and Nanami that he had bought them as souvenirs for the students---his students. Howbeit, he probably did but based from how he started munching on them one by one, humming in rapture for the delights he just bought, the souvenirs that were planned to be given won't even arrive from his gluttony and be given to its definite owners back in Japan.

"You've brought back too many sweets from the shop," Nanami began to complain when Satoru was reaching out his hand, a wrapped delicacy that appeared to be too honeyed for Nanami's taste, "---I'm not fond of your choices. You know this."

"Come on, just take one for your nephew or niece!" The blindfolded Jujutsu Sorcerer gestured, shaking the sweetmeat on his hand which was still being held by Satoru. Nanami made it obvious that he wasn't bound to take it eventually as he sighed and briefly tugged off his sunglasses, gently laying them down on his side of the table.

Nanami was probably just jaded over Satoru's company or he was sapped by his prior daily activities as a Jujutsu Sorcerer back in Japan. Cheetah-Tie has been constantly looking through his own watch as if he was keeping tabs on the time that was set in his country home.

Perhaps, he did not like working overtime.

"I don't have a nephew or niece." Kento ended the discussion, sounding deadbeat from Gojo's persistence which left the latter pouting on the sides.

With crossed arms, your face was scrunched in a scrutinizing squinch of your nose and mouth, examining Satoru who had his lips pursed from the incessant rejection he was receiving from Nanami. You couldn't entirely fathom how this man-child who was nuts about sweet courses is actually notorious for being the strongest out of all Jujutsu Sorcerers as much as how he was laying it on thick for you.

This...man is the strongest? that tiny voice inside your heart murmured distantly and completely skeptical over the idea.

After the conversation you had with Satoru, you were determined to be of help.

At least, that was what you wanted to be in their dimension---to consider yourself as someone functional because fate seemed to bring you the motives that your purposes had to have objectives of remembering the sketches you've manage to acquire during your accident.

Furthermore, this was the deal you had with Gojo. He promised to help you return to your rightful dimension in exchange for how you managed to have a grasp of the past and a future that he also had no idea on. You trusted that he could and considered how he bragged himself to be one---the only person who would have the ability to take you back to where you came from.

"Satoru," the torn up sketches were on your hands, giving it another once over as you eyed it for the tenth time today. You've leaned forward, thoroughly snugged on your seat with your legs crossed under your thighs. In some way, the discussion you had with him gave you a feeling of this precipitous, puzzling consolation out of the blue.

It felt like this was just a start of the journey that kept your feet tracked upon their path within their world.

"---Nah. Never mind." In a nonchalant tone, you stated under your breath, your elbows rested on the edges of the table with your cheeks slanted upon your arms. A taupe crayon that you've somehow acquired from the Jujutsu Sorcerer who strangely had Crayola with him, it was encased around your fingers, loosely holding onto the color with a sigh and a begrudging heart because the whole idea was fruitless. On the spur of the moment, the concept was just a postulation that coloring the ripped up sketches would help you remember.

Though, there was no results. You've just seem like a person who was bore to tears over the whole plane ride that you needed to give the sketches colors, deciding that you looked like a kid who was just finding some distraction rather than waiting to arrive back in Japan.

With delicate fingers and a little retouches here and there, the once sharp tip of the taupe Crayola which was now blunt from coloring their skin, their body and faces now had humanistic pigmentation. You were trying to fill the whites with Satoru's skin color, your mind wandering in miniscule moments as your eyes were constantly distant from time to time, unaware of how inane you look to be whilst also having your own peace on your side of the plane with Gojo who seated in front.

You were detached from the current world, wholly unaware that Satoru and Nanami weren't in the middle of their repartees anymore. Unbeknownst to you, the white-haired Sorcerer kept you under his observation, masticating over another newly opened box of chocolate delicacy. His cheeks turgescent because of the action as he silently chewed, analyzing your abrupt decisions as if to spare time as you seemed to be bored over the whole plane ride.

But, no. You actually were just trying to get a hold of anything that would spouse your amnesia into remembering anything.

Now, for the eyes. You were absentminded over the whole activity, a stable breath leaving your mouth. Without even realizing it, your fingers has taken the initiative over choosing what color it wanted. An abnormal hunch that ceased your finger from taking a hold onto. This thoughtless action igniting a lift of your head, oddly staring at the Crayola that felt like it was condemning you for your unforeseen choices.

Why were you reaching out for Blue?

"Oi, Tiny-Chan." Gojo sounded bodacious as ever, seeming to want your attention on him and not on the sketches at hand. Being utterly unaware that he'd hummed in interest from the moment that you stopped dead in your tracks for reaching out a color that he unpredicted due to how assertive you were over how his eyes appeared to be. He smiled broadly by the subliminal gesture, reading through the signs.

So, you really had an idea on what his eyes looked like then?

Satoru took you out of your profound reverie, making you blink twice to yourself before you've lifted your head, your heart leaping a long one on account to his gestures.

Astringent. Melting. The bon-bon that has been leniently popped in between your ajar mouth---clement as he tried to be aside from the person who he, himself describe as someone too compelling for other people to handle in his world. Satoru was venturesome and ignorant over the way how the tip of his slightly calloused, thick thumb grazed over your lower lip, too faraway over feeding you a sweetmeat that he was exhilarated for. His oblivious touch sending unconventional euphoria and whammy which made you slightly choke on the delicacy that was shoved in your mouth.

The latter highly had faith that you were the only one who would appreciate the sweet dish for the evidences of adoring such dessert that he also somehow dotes on. It had a hint of caramel and cooked milk. Upon the first bite has been soft---unbelievably creamy. The aroma filled your palates with cocoa and roasted nuts, bursting with various hints of pungent milk chocolate that you were familiarized with.

Satoru's smile was cordial. The image of his beaming face not helping how your heart was running faster than any other sportscar would ever. Emitting another hum to himself, seeming to be oddly distrait upon glancing over the thumb he'd somehow fed you with. Hence, his succeeding gestures making you choke twice as he brought it over his own lip, giving it a feathery, detectable sup over the melted residues that stained his finger.

Did he---really? Oh, this handsome mofo.

Thus, this guy who was seated crossed leg in front of you, grinned after a while. Entirely taking heed over your dumbfounded reactions.

It was then and there that you knew he was having the jollification over your wordless ripostes. He just knew or is probably assertive that he could have any woman skipping hearts for him.

There was this fitful urge to break all the Crayolas that were haphazardly scattered around because of him--- just his damned presence alone.

His supercilious, patronizing self can actually be treacherous for anyone, especially to you.

"It's yummy, right?" Gojo taunted and lowly chuckled with a snigger, leaning his broad back on his own seat with arms crossed, watching you like a hawk beneath his mask.

You could feel your entire face rush like you were being cooked, metaphorically speaking---think of it as a sunny side up egg that's constantly being turned from one side and to the other, repeatedly until it was burnt. It was that kind of temperature---too excessive for your feeble emotions and heart to handle.

Heedless over the scowl on your face, you were galled over how you were being mindlessly teased on, not entirely being a fan over how vivifying could Gojo's provocations be ever since after the discussion you had with him.

With each quivering swallow of the bon-bon that has been fed, the more it basks in the honeyed taste. You've heard Satoru shift on his seat, your nerves still unsettled prior to what has happened. The torn manga panels sitting in between the space of your thumb and pointer finger, utterly mindful that it shivered in the slightest. It unraveled the truth that your heart was fluttering, "T-Thish ishn't you. I shwear." your cheeks were tumefied from the sugary cate as you quietly stammered, awkwardly clearing your throat.

Nanami seemed to be like he was resting. As far as how you could perceive from the moment you've laid a quick glance at Satoru's co-worker, taking heed that the 7:3 sorcerer had his eyes closed and his blonde head rested upon his seat. You were safe then. The guy's placidity felt like he had a habit of observing everyone in his own solitude, it was making you dubious that he probably had been criticizing your every move.

"Wanna bet?" Gojo skittishly offered, leaning forward as he brought an elbow over the edge of the table, a palm rested upon his chin, his head cocked to the side while he stared beneath his mask. Would he show it to you today? His eyes that you have been curious about since day one?

Why did it felt like you didn't want to then?

"---If I make you believe that this is really me, would you bake me sweets whenever I want to?"

Satoru patiently waited for you to answer. Though, he expected you would take the bait considering how he'd built up the intrigue a little too long now that his presence has kept you restless day by day, "Just that?"

"You want more to bet?" the latter bargained, already listing all the other proposals he had in mind. His thoughts grasping in the bids that came tumbling down his pretty head. Heedful of the others that left him in wonder to behold, regardless that most were wholesome.

Yet, he least envisaged the ones that remained to be...somehow, insalubrious. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer had to clear his own throat to that and emphatically omit them out of his imaginary bulleted list of proposals he wanted to offer.

"Deal, then." you consented with a determined cross of your arms, leaning back as you've crossed your fidgety legs over the other, the soles to your feet felt oddly warm from the dying anticipation.

Satoru lifted his chin in a minimal amount, appearing to be taken aback by the swift acceptance towards his offers. This meant you were going to bake him sweets whenever he wanted no matter what time of the day, right? Even if it would've been at three in the morning? "W-Wait---I think I may want to add more to it---" his thoughts were in a jumble of mess, the bidding of avarice making him stumble over his own words as he held a palm over his own face whenever he was being asked questions that made him think twice.

You've cut his train of thoughts, expectant that he would add more to it and your heart was pounding for what he actually wanted to append in the proposition aside from cooking for him, "I'm waiting..."

"This is unfair! You demand too much from me!" Satoru dramatically bellyached, clutching his chest over how you didn't give him anymore chances upon changing his manifestos.

"I'm only demanding to see if you truly have eyes or not!"

"You're the only woman who's difficult to be swayed and it's already been a week!" He pursed his lips upon the finger pointed at his face, quietly grousing like a child being upbraided for his nonsensical choices over choosing what flavor of ice cream was better---vanilla or chocolate? Satoru would've probably chosen both. Ice cream was ice cream. No matter how people argued over which flavor was best, it was still sweet. Sugary. "---It's like you don't trust me a lot. A stubborn, non-sorcerer who never believed 'the strongest'. I can't believe this girl,"

"Stop whispering. I can hear you." you nasally sighed, comprehending what he was trying to whisper as if he wanted you to actually comprehend his fatuous bleats. Your feet were purposelessly being shaken due to waiting too long for him to just take them off. It wasn't like he was keeping his eyes hidden from anyone because it's where he gets his abilities right? your consciousness asked that inner voice inside your head, "---Besides, it's difficult to trust a blindfolded man who seems inconspicuous to me."

Satoru had a palm over his chest, a grin breaking his lips apart from how you claimed him to be unimposing. You certainly did not just say that. He thought to himself as he wordlessly huffed. This comeback just fueled his burning pride into his steadfast determination upon making you realize who you were actually talking to, "Inconspicuous? Me? You sure about that? Once you see my handsome face, you promise not to fall in love, alright?"

Your mouth kept shut at that from his cavalier attitude over the whole idea of it. Was it how he sounded? how brusque those words escaped his mouth like it was a point that will never come across his mind---ever.

"Because...Wait, a second---I've said this to Yuta before," Gojo raised a finger, seeming to be lost in his own thoughts as he fished out his phone from his own pockets as he mindlessly muttered out a name that you never heard of yet. Yuta? who was he?

"---Love is the most twisted curse of all," he continued as a matter of fact, ever so bluntly while scrolling through his phone.

Satoru made it seem like he detested the whole concept of what love does to people. Your mind went blank at that, passing through the chasm of forgotten memories that rung in a modicum of taking a trip down the memory lane. It sounded familiar? where have you heard it aside from him?

You squinted your eyes back at him, skeptical over the whole 'quote' being said. He probably had a bundle of quotes saved in his notepad to give the impression of being a bibliophile, "Did you really have to look through your phone while saying that? Was that a quote from Tumblr or Pinterest?"

You had no idea if Tumblr or Pinterest existed in this dimension you were currently in. Though, you weren't limiting over the whole idea because if Jennifer Lawrence breathed in the same dimension you were in right now then it was mostly possible that Tumblr, Wattpad or Pinterest existed as well. Moreover, one of your plans during your stay within Satoru's dimension was to also search through other actors if they were also alive and kicking.

"It's mine! I had it saved in my phone," he assertively avowed, sounding to have at least a hint of exasperation over your harmless taunts for his witticism, churning a stifled snort of ha-ha from you. Gojo haphazardly tossed his phone to the side of the table as he brought a hand to purposelessly brush over his fluffy white, luscious locks.

"Wait, who's Yuta---" Your sentence was brought to an untimely end. The sudden nosiness you had for this person named Yuta has been cut short, such topic that was brisk enough to pull you away from the restless interest you had for Satoru's eyes had just been a fleeting---temporary stratagem to stabilize the consternation for it.

Satoru shouldn't have just whisked down his blindfolds without warning.

He had been a tearaway over giving you the Elysian Fields. Satoru was tacit. Thorny as you could see fit---how you discerned from the grin on his face as his thick, long fingers gently skimmed along the satiny Stygian covers of his blindfolds, his actions never taken seriously from your standpoint as he seemed to have a habit of grazing over them whenever you've stared. You were self-reliant that he would prolong the revelation of his eyes because if he wanted to, he would've done it already.

Yet, from the moment he'd leaned forward, the silken mask being brought down in bullet time with a smile on his face, you knew your soul departed from the perdition and then towards Elysium.

You had no idea that you were capable of seeing the Ethers; the bluest of blue---celestial Arctic blue that could define the islands of the Blessed. Satoru was of paramount pestilential for having eyes that could beckon an ailing saint, reinvigorate your flawed soul that traipsed along the crippled path towards Siberia. Your eyes were ridiculously in no match to his as you continued to rivet. It was nearly impossible for one to tear the Zion and have them trapped inside his eyes, the shattered utopias. Where as those exuberant, albino eyelashes and eyebrows influenced to be the gates towards the promised land.

Gojo Satoru had the right to know that he was paradisiacal. Hence, you were beginning to abhor that he was breathing just right in front of you---existed to be real and true.

"Cat got your tongue, Tiny-Chan?" Satoru had his blindfolds around his neck now, knowing full well that he was looking and that you wholly had his attention. The way your mouth went ajar, how you could hear nothing but only the pleasantries of his voice that filled the void of ruptured memories which appeared to be gradually filled in by his existence, knocking together new ones. His white, fluffy hair that has weighed down and cloaked his abnormally, attractive face made you clench your fists tighter which sat on your thighs---igniting a thorough feeling of bitterness because you expected less---tried to anticipate it less.

"---I told you, I'm not blind. I can see well. Hm." he hummed, relishing in the pride that he was gaining from your stupor, "---Probably, a little too much."

"Really." you huffed more to yourself, forcing to shut your eyes closed as you quickly looked away. Straightaway, having the perfect conceptualization of how he indeed appeared to bear a resemblance of. The skies. Also hellfire in addition to his menacing qualities.

In every way, you were now convinced he was the man on the sketches; the man whom he pertained to be one drawn upon the fallen, torn up-papers where you had no idea how it was created nor scraped by.

Ceaseless native sacred oaths of words filled your mind for the exact image of what you have for Gojo Satoru. You were entirely bugged from how he recklessly surprised you with. How dare he.

"SATORU, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BLIND AND NOT HAVE EYES."

You've heard him emit the loudest laugh that he could. A tumultuous one which has made Nanami open an eye to have an idea as to what was happening to the both of you. He actually couldn't rest due to the raucous. The 7:3 sorcerer concluded that you and Satoru have gone all topsy-turvy whenever you were with him. Presumably, It was not a good one that he needed to avoid you both on every occasion.

Consequent to Satoru's guffaws, your next retaliation were immediately interrupted by a flash of images that caught you off guard, kindling a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach as your head twitched in pain. Your posture stiffening from the edge of your seat as it flashed before your eyes.

"Don't force her, Gojo." Kento went back into closing his eyes after seeing how you've stiffen from your side of the plane, sighing as he could hear Gojo chortle from his side, thoroughly finding amusement to your surprise. The Jujutsu Sorcerer was dense to see through your mental crisis because he was too immersed over your backlash towards his eyes.

"You said so yourself and Shoko as well. She's handling some kind of eccentric brain injury," His friend added as a matter of fact.

Upon seeing Satoru's eyes, there was this inconceivable light switch that clicked within you. Rheumy towards some parts---several people who were omitted in the visions that paraded within the mirage of memories you hardly could put a name to. It were quick, a foresight of these people whom you were with, how they were involved in a bellicose battle that you couldn't comprehend.

Seeing the visions for Nanami floored you to say the least. He held onto a butchers knife that was wrapped in white fabric, dotted in black, appearing to be adept at handling the tool that he tightly grasped onto, the semblance was caught in a volant chance of not knowing what or who he was caught in a skirmish with.

Thus, the one you had with Satoru had been different. There were no abnormal tools involved. No paraphernalia included nor used. The vision you had only consisted of him and him alone. His masked eyes that he eventually tugged the satiny cotton off his face, manifesting the intensity of what he had been concealing. His face coruscated in a gleam of a tawny shade, your vantage point of illusions favored him alone, the surroundings blurry enough not to know what was happening.

Howbeit, you've heard two words---an echo of his silvery voice that filled the abyss of your memories.

"Ryoiki Tenkai."

Satoru's laugh gradually subsided when he'd given heed how you stiffened on your seat. You seemed to be in some sort of pain as your palm held onto that particular side of your head. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was knocked sideways, emitting a perceptible 'Huh?' from his side of the plane when he'd quickly and carelessly grabbed onto his recent sunglasses on the side of the table that he usually wore, instantly wearing it on.

Satoru cocked his head to the side, trying to get a good look---scrutinizing you beneath his sunglasses. Might as well say that the sorcerer was also heedless of the fact that he'd grabbed onto a bunch of tissues at full tilt when he'd gotten a sight of your nose bleeding before him.

Without thinking twice, he'd outstretch his long arms to reach over your side of the seat, leniently polishing off the blood out of your nose with a grin to his face. "H-Hey!" the second time he was bound to rub the crimson liquid away, you already had your face in a twist, nose scrunched and fighting shy of his odd need to do it for you.

What was with him and his need for physical touches?

Gojo balled up the freshly stained tissues, tossing them behind, carelessly doing so as he crossed his arms against his chest. He reached out for his blindfold that surrounded his neck, planning to just wear his sunglasses throughout the whole day. "Heh. You could've concealed your bleeding nose after seeing how handsome I am," the latter loosened the knot of his mask, slipping the blindfold inside his pocket instead.

You cleared your throat, the abrupt visions kept your stomach heavy and shaky. This kept you disoriented as you've also realized how this simple visions required such an excruciating pain from your head---that it even gotten to the point of having your nose bleeding without taking heed of it.

"Satoru," you distantly called out to him, lifting a hand to lightly damp the back of your hand through the undersides of your once-bleeding-nose and you couldn't help but shake your head from all the rendered flashbacks that you absolutely have no idea on. Fate had a peculiar way of giving you such a responsibility that has kept you giving the big why's in a literal caps locked way of writing it.

Who were they really. Why did you even manage to have memories of them when you knew better yourself that they were just strangers from a heterodox world you never knew, existed.

"Ryoiki Tenkai: Domain Expansion? What does it do?"

Nanami suddenly shut his eyes open to that, hearing you say the words out of your mouth---dispassionate as it sounded like you were vexed by the consequences of how you acquired the information of Jujutsu Sorcery without anyone of help. As much as he thought of until he began to give Satoru a look of judgement.

"You told her that?" Nanami was skeptical as he asked, chiding the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer along the grumbles beneath his breath, "---You might as well tell the history of it all then."

Satoru had to cease popping another bon-bon inside his mouth from the moment you've uttered them out of your mouth. Ryoiki Tenkai, that is. He'd given his friend a glimpse of nonchalance, going on into shooting down the sweetmeat inside his mouth as he shrugged to himself. He might as well go with the flow with it. Perhaps, showing you his eyes has actually been a good sign after all. If he could've just known it sooner, Gojo should've decided to wake you up with the image of him without the blindfold instead.

"Nanami, I didn't." he was coolheaded as he admitted, no ounce of taunt or lies laced on the ends of his sentence. Hence, he'd turn his head to take in the sight that you weren't giving the heed he wanted from you; the attention that he was suddenly lacking after giving you the privilege of showing you the beauty and pain of his eyes.

It felt like you were intentionally doing so as you were scrutinizing Nanami from his side of the plane, eyes squinted back at the 7:3 sorcerer who was now wearing his distinct sunglasses, achieving at least a nap with the both of you around was impossible. He mindlessly decided in determination.

Were you seriously ignoring Gojo Satoru now after given such a prestigious moment?

"It's...Ugh---how do I---" Gojo thought twice, not wanting to get into the specifics of this with you. He was cautious upon how to explain it in a non-sorcerer way where you could be able to understand. The latter shifted on his seat, his sunglasses fitted like a glove against his tall nose bridge while he gazed fixedly on you.

His words were broken off. Before you could say knife, you were already hollering out for the 7:3 sorcerer which got Satoru pursing his lips. Much to Gojo's chagrin, this felt entirely premeditated.

Unless, his presence---the full image of his eyes alone were distracting you a lot that you were making it seem like he didn't exist around you at all?

Satoru couldn't help but smirk covertly at that, basking in the self-esteem that powered his umbrage over your deliberate cold-shoulder.

"Kento," you uttered out of nowhere, calling out for his real name just like as you did to Satoru even on the first day, your eyes skimmed through the Cheetah-tie he wore, having hunches towards the connection it had with the tool he uses during the fight you saw inside your head.

"---My head's hurting. I guess this is going to be my new-normal. But, please don't cut my head off with your cow-butcher knife or something." a pause of breath, you sighed in relief when the painful tapping along your temples seemed to come to a stop, "---I knew you had something under your sleeves."

Satoru's Arctic eyes grew wide, to say he was surprised was the least way to express it. The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer was dumbfounded from how collected it sounded out of your mouth; how your notions were of guarantee as if you've seen fragments of memories inside your head.

You did. You certainly did and Gojo was sure of that.

"You've never shown her that. Right, Nanami?"

Nanami stared back at you with a lackadaisical glint in his eyes, his mouth in a tight thin line as he hummed back at Gojo, giving out a nod to affirm his queries.

"Ha! I won!" Satoru wildly congratulated himself, moving recklessly on his seat as he rowdily clapped for his success. His grin resembling of a Cheshire cat when you still weren't giving him the attention he was entirely incognizant of. It felt like an impalpable itch that was stinging his soaring amour-propre. "---She's going to bake sweets for me right? I actually won the bet?" he gave a nonchalant point of his finger towards you.

Your nose were tightly scrunched from the uncomfortable image of Satoru and his all---without the mask. The representation of what the wide blue yonder would've likely take shape of. Gojo's eyes were like a pie in the sky---an ethereal dream that lingered wretchedly inside your head and you wanted to abolish. It kept your heart in such a cramped space that were giving you the jitters, spurning fidgety toes and feet that you had to straightaway take your ass off your plane seat, deciding on an idea that would probably keep you more at ease rather than suffer throughout the whole day.

You've rather---wanted---chosen to engage within the stolic presence of Cheetah-tie rather than Heavenly Eyes instead.

"Nanami! Let's exchange seats!" you've tried to leave your seat in a rush. How obvious you could be that Satoru's existence and eyes caught you entirely stupefied and enthralled. This was too much.

Gojo Satoru was just...too much.

Hence, as expected---he was relishing in the response, luxuriating over your apprehension like how you expected him to.

Your shameless rush of escape were cut-short by Gojo, he held out his hand and hauled you down to your seat with his large, ample hands that suddenly felt like thunderbolt being struck to your skin, terrifyingly bothering, giving you goosebumps that augmented the belabors of your heart. He kept you steady in your seat and probably had plans to stress you out even more, "Haha! No, you don't!" he laughed out loud, his taunting giggles making you utterly cognizant of your own pounding, heartbeat. You couldn't help but grumble down incoherent words that were in your own language.

Satoru's fingers that encased your arm felt like gasoline inciting the captivation over his existence. It added---intensified over the revelation, striking you dumb especially now that you had the window to identify and discern whenever he was staring or gazing like the nuisance whom people who surrounded him, specified.

"You're sitting right in front of me until we reach Japan and until you're entirely convinced over my compelling existence."

He could be the headache that you'd straight out wouldn't mind, that tiny voice of subconsciousness trailed off in the back of your mind, making you stiffen on your own seat again---your heart racing back and forth when your frame of reference were filled with the image of Satoru who had his gaze fixated on you alone, a roguish glint in his eyes as he surveilled over his Stygian sunglasses. You've felt his thick, long fingers knocking your cheeks together---gamesomely squashing them as if to poke borax over your indignation.

"---Heh! If only I knew then and there, I should've shown you my eyes from the moment I've introduced myself, Tiny-Chan."

His eyes could've been the vault to heaven. Hence, it can even be described as the dome to the nether regions. It was a broach to the memories of tribulation that was meant to be remembered and expectantly plead for clemency in order to forget an impalpable curse that only you would get to see---which not even the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer could ameliorate to hereafter.

Tiny-Chan be hysterical rn---I mean---I would too---Satoru prolonged it far enough for reader to be mad af over seeing his eyes---😭😍 I dunno whether to be embarrassed for her all the time or want to help her from the frustration she feels---🤣

*Suddenly Googles: "HOW TO BE X READER, HOW TO BE Y/N, HOW TO BE TINY-CHAN?"*

[maybeimamuppet]

hello important things pls read!!

even if you don't read my fics this is also important for you!! pls read above the cut!! and if you do read my fics pls read below also!!

thank.

hey howdy hello and welcome!! happy holidays if you're reading this when it comes out!! and if not, then... happy day. yeeha.

ANYWAY!! i am soooo excited to share this with you guys, i've been working on this since SEPTEMBER omg. i finally get to publish and see your reactions and ugh i can't wait!!

from tomorrow until christmas, i will be updating EVERY. DAY. twenty five oneshots all at your disposal unless you're reading this in real time and have to wait for them to be published first.

and, i did it TWICE. that's right, i wrote FIFTY chapters in about two months. yes those are full suitcases under my eyes thank you for noticing.

FOR FOLKS WHO ARE JUST HERE FOR CHAOS AND DONT READ MY STUFF: i’ll be tagging all of these as “cadvent” so if you’re not in the mood to scroll a bit (i will be putting most of the fics under the cut like i normally do, kind of like this, but even still) feel free to block that tag :) and happy holidays!!

hello my darling readers!! welcome to below the cut. i’m imagining we’re all huddling under a parachute together like in elementary school pe rn. so fun.

anyway. every day there will be two new chapters!! one will be ‘vanilla’ cadnis, or the one without my twin oc’s leo and layla, and one will be with the twins. ill specify which in the title and opening notes :) i decided to do each twice because i had so many ideas and i know that kid/family fics are not everyone’s vibe. feel free to read both (please i beg i worked so hard) but if kidfic isn’t your kind of thing i understand.

credits for all the prompts go to bidiboop on wattpad!! i'm about four years late to this but whatever i wanna do it so i'm doin it now. rock n roll. thank you for the beautiful list!!

also!!!! some important shoutouts before we get into this beautiful holiday monstrosity. to my irl friends Kween, Nerd, and BeepBop, as well as @etchedstars and @/julez_20 on wattpad . thank you for letting me vent about this and/or for giving me ideas <333

and last but most definitely not least thank you to my friend bread @/paloma-nymph on wattpad or @/deadbreadrunning on ao3. this would not have happened without you. thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your support and inspiration. and also for making my beautiful covers :) also!!!!! they also did fifty chapters with the same prompts i'm using!!! bread did 25 days of heathers ships and 25 days of mean girls ships so everyone please go support my friend!!

before we get into the fics themselves, i wanted to give y'all some important information that i may or may not have included and didn't give context for (i can't remember!! so. have this.)

-to begin with!! this timeline is all sorts of wack. they do not go in chronological order at all even a little bit. 

in an attempt to make things easier i'll put the rough ages cadnis are and the rough ages the twins are in the opening notes of each chapter (bearing in mind that- in my timeline anyway- janis' birthday is in october and cady's is in february, so janis is a bit older)!! i may not have gotten the ages exactly correct bc i cannot do math!!! but give or take a year they're accurate. and even still there's a few little contradictions and things. but shhhh if we don't look too close maybe they'll go away.

-characters!! y'all know the ones in canon (i should hope) but here are some of the ones you might see mentioned:

-Elvira Sarkisian-Heron: Cadnis' pet black cat, adopted about a year after they were married. Occasionally goes by the nickname Ellie

-Daffodil Sarkisian-Heron: Cadnis' pet golden retriever, adopted after Cady completed her PhD when they were 26. Occasionally goes by the nickname Daffy

-Chip Heron: Cady's dad

-Betsy Heron: Cady's mom

-Rhys Heron: Cady's older brother, deceased. He was killed in the line of combat in the army when he was twenty and Cady was ten

-Juliette Sarkisian: Janis' mom. Occasionally goes by the nickname Ettie

-Luca Sarkisian: Janis' dad, deceased. He passed away from an illness when Janis was four. He's also French, that's kind of important

-Juliana Sarkisian: Janis' younger half sister. She was born when Janis was six. Occasionally goes by the nicknames Julie, Jules or Juju

-Pancakes Sarkisian: Janis' pet cat. She had him from the ages of 13-21

-Layla Reese Sarkisian-Heron: The elder twin (by three minutes). Louder, braver, and bigger in just about every sense. Occasionally goes by the nicknames Ladybug, Bug, Lala, or Loopsy

-Leo Juliette Sarkisian-Heron: The younger twin. Shy, quiet, but an absolute sweetheart. Occasionally goes by the nicknames Bumblebee, Bee, Lolo, or Lishy

-Elmer Sarkisian-Heron: Layla's stuffed elephant, received as a gift from Damian and Aaron when she was born

-Georgie Sarkisian-Heron: Leo's stuffed giraffe, also given to her by Damian and Aaron when she was born

other important shit (highly recommend reading my main book if you want more deeeeetails)

-cadnis got together on cady's birthday their senior year of high school (february 11)

-they did long distance for the first two years of university (janis was in new york and cady stayed in illinois. cady finished her undergrad in two years instead of the traditional four, and moved in with janis and damian in new york when they were 20 ish to start working on her master's degree)

-they got engaged right after janis finished her undergrad and cady finished her masters and they were ~22

-the twins' birthday is in may (may 14), so at their youngest they're six going on seven months old here :)

-cady and janis were 28 when the twins were born

-cady carried them

-the twins were born premature by almost two months and spent roughly a month in the nicu

-while cady was pregnant they developed twin to twin transfusion syndrome (in a nutshell, it's when two babies sharing a placenta in the womb don't share nutrients/blood/fluids/etc evenly and it can be deadly to both) and required surgery

and i believe that is everything!! hopefully but who knows lol.

anyway, without further ado...

happy holidays yall :)

[autumnrory]

I know people point at the compass, and say that's proof that Steve never stopped loving her but it will always haunt me that the photo he had of her came from a newspaper. it wasn't a photo she gave him, wasn't personal. And likewise with the photo she has on her desk of him, was official army. Like I'm pretty easy when it comes to romance in film. Aragorn and Arwen's romance is the gold standard for me and they only had like 15 mins at best in a franchise that had like 10 hours of 1/?

theatrical time in theatres. If they���d given us a letter writing montage, or had her receiving some sketches from him and had her give him a photo, it would have come across as a romance. As it is we’re supposed to be happy that Steve was back for an idealised crush, and, to make matters worse the Steve who goes back is *not* the Steve she fell in love with. 1945!Steve and Peggy might have worked for a while but I don’t think they’d have lasted. But *this* Steve and Peggy? Not a chance

hope you don’t mind me publishing!! but yes oh my god, and i used to love steve/peggy as this like tragic could have been bc prior to endgame i’d never really looked critically at the relationship as i had some of the flimsier mcu romances. and people can say i’m just bitter about endgame, which is true, but i now see the ridiculousness of how the mcu AND fanfiction have both made the relationship bigger than it was you know? but even so, the mcu made it clear they both moved on so like?? where was the logic to endgame making it seem like he’s been pining this ENTIRE time. and even if he had been, it wouldn’t be an excuse to fuck off when the world literally needs someone like steve rn lmao. and he wouldn’t do that! because he’s steve rogers! and he always fights for what’s right! and endgame stans don’t care!

anyway to address your like actual points for REAL those pictures are so impersonal especially when you consider her room in catws full of pictures of herself with her family. THAT is what matters. not to mention i mean before endgame we saw it ONE time after catfa. that’s five other movies he was in between catfa and endgame and we saw it once. and sure, you can argue its importance as a symbol or whatever, but even that doesn’t really have to do with steve/peggy as a romance, but more his respect for peggy, which of course was forgotten entirely in endgame

i’ve said before i don’t like when people say they only knew each other two weeks because that’s simply not true, i think catfa covered about two years, BUT it is important to note it was a war, they still didn’t have a lot of time together, certainly not enough to fall in love, just enough to want to go on a date, WHICH they were planning as he went into the ice, both knowing it would never happen. like, that’s not a relationship, that’s just an almost.

AND YES that’s a big thing for me, he is NOT her steve, so many people are like “well it’s her choice!!” like these are fictional characters they are written into these situations, logical or not. but if he goes back to when she’s still grieving, why would she want a steve that’s lived a decade without her, surely he would have to explain HER steve is still in the ice. and of course why would steve, after twelve years, still want to be with her, still want to go back and be out of place in time, abandoning the life he’s made for himself full of loved ones? it makes no sense!

[shiro-0197]

God no I'm sorry 😭😭😭 the way Tumblr eats all my drafts, and now your replies. (Someday I'm gonna eat Tumblr grrrr) that must've been so frustrating tho, I'm sorry love.

someday we could go to a country with Highlands together. It'll be super cold and nice. And the views would be really really pretty too!! WE COULD EVEN BE AMONGST THE CLOUDS >//< aww yes I hope you'll be able to try them soon in the future!! I died and had to stay in bed for an hour, (because my spice tolerance is nonexistent <3) but yeah I'm better now! Name is: "대박 ghost pepper noodles" the Korean word 대박 literally translates to "awesome" but— 😭😭

oh I see!! I hope school goes well, it's good that you're excused for a part of the day :D and aww I understand. Replying can be lengthy sometimes, so please please only do it when you're free and comfortable >:(( we're in no rush, after all :D

I was studying earlier too. and I texted my principal about the exams ( because apparently none of my teachers know anything about it, and I was so frustrated with everyone being so clueless ) she just replied with a : "hi Ariana, will let you know on Friday" like excuse me, ma'am. GRRRRR >:( STOP BEING CLUELESS.

awww that's okay!! I'm sure those prep slides were really pretty too :D aww that's sweet of you. some of my online friends sometimes sit in on my Leo events (if it's open to everyone) and it's pretty fun when they do (once, one of them had to talk for like, an activity and my club mates were like "SHE HAS AN ACCENT??". It was hilarious hehe) zoom is great for that reason, and only that. they're just ready-made slides tbh, I use canva :D

Shiro, love, you won't disappoint anyone, I promise you that. I'm sure your mom is more proud than you know, and from the way you talk about her, I can tell that she truly adores you. tho I also understand your worries. If you want to rant or anything, you know I'm here. And I'll just continuously reassure you of how amazing you are :)

that's my boy 🥺🥺 grr, you're so feisty, please imagine me holding a "you go, Shiro" sign everytime you tell someone to fuck themselves :D Laurent is indeed amazing. He's my favourite character for that exact reason >//< there's another character, from a book I read, just like that. His name was uhh, Kieran. And he knew so many different languages, and was just in general; super smart. I remember being so in love with him when I first read it (The title of the book is "genius")

HAHA. ikr. They're all hot, and most importantly; smart. nevermind, when I meet you someday we can cry over them together 😭🤚 pffft no offense, but being evil is hot sometimes 😾 (I mean, Kieran was evil. So's Moriarty :] and I am: a simp for them all)

aww bae that's okay 🥺🥺 your feelings are valid, and it's not wrong to express them whenever you feel like it. Grrr if I ever see your dad, he might be missing a limb >:( sorry, that was violent, but I get especially mad if anyone upsets someone i love )

exactly?? It's been a year?? Where's that blink meme where someone blinks and it's suddenly 2021. Oooh that sounds really nice!! Adding it on my list of things to try in March >.< Honey is really delicious. especially all those desserts which have a lot of them.

glad I made you laugh >////< grr my sense of humour is just so weird tho, so I'm glad you aren't freaked out by it.

KAJDKSJSKS SIR WAIT. There was an explanation for that u but I guess it got cut off in my notes 😾😾 IT WAS MEANT TO BE A Ü (smiley) but I was using my computer and I couldn't add the two dots above, so I typed "imagine the eyes" (but apparently that part got cut off and now it just looks like a random alphabet SKJSKSK IM SORRY 😭😭😭

I understand, the lack of opportunities can really get on one's nerves. But oh yes, Japan and Norway are beautiful countries. Apart from Japan, I've been really into Korea and Switzerland. The Alps 😻

grrr y'all have tough exteriors. But it's so rewarding when you finally get them down, tho I think, you guys have tons of other layers to yourselves. I guess that's just the charm, I find it endearing, because it just means there's a lot more than meets the eye :)

MY FRIEND MAKES FUN OF ME FOR LIKING PINK. HE TEASES ME MERCILESSLY SKSJSKSK (so I published a poem line in the school magazine to get back at him for it, because I'm petty like that)

that's so funny >.< There are two girls, and a girl and a guy, who share the exact same names in my class, and it's so funny because they're opposites of each other xD

he really is precious. The best leader, I would literally die for him, he's wonderful. yeah the book actually started out different, with them just being best friends. Best plot twist 😭😭 AWW

NOOO I'm sure it's cute, in it own way? :P tho that meme tho. LDJCJSBSKS. Don't worry, hehe, the character may be .... Unpleasant to look at?? , but you're not the least bit at all :)

how was your day btw? My day sucked ass and was literally the worst day in the history of uh, days. Yeah. sad. tomorrow will be better.

God, you're so adorable wtf. Marry me rn. AKDJSKSJS I didn't find it lame at all, (tho were you flustered? Because that was cute as hell xD) I love you too 🥺🥺

—☃️

It's okay, it's not your fault. We could storm the Tumblr building together or something..:3

Oh I really hope we can!!! I love cold weather. You can wear sweaters and hoodies and all that💞 and you have an excuse to cancel everything and cuddle up with a blanket or someone else😝

Im so glad you're better now!! Spice sickness or whatever is the worst😔 WBHDJWKX that's hilarious I hope I come across those soon! Let's see who wins😼

Yeah, about that, they started making us do after-class activities, which now leaves less time for the stuff I have to do .... which sucks . But I'm managing, I think, so it's cool xD yeah, I've always been kind of cautious about the timing, it's nice to have a little freedom now, thank you so much <3

Wow😭😭 our teachers usually have the dates set two weeks before the exams, we always recieve a message. Though I've been there, where the teacher have no clue, it's so annoying😭😭

Ohh, that's so cool! I hope I will be able to visit one someday. Though I dont think itll be too soon, but I'm looking forward to when I can😝 also that's funny, whenever I speak people go "he doesnt have an accent???" Even though I so obviously do. They just have no idea 😭

Okay..... that's the best words of encouragement I've ever received, I'm so touched- thank you🥺💘

Bwahah, that's gonna make my day every time 😭 Yeah, hes my favorite too!! He seems like a simple himbo at first, but the more we see of him the better he gets. (That sounds cool!!! I'm gonna check it out when I can!)

Thank you🥺 also, dont worry, I wouldn't mind that. I'd love that, actually, wanna go rip off guys arms together?

MZJXKGJJAKXKAKX IT'S ALRIGHT HAHAH, ITS REALLY FUNNY SO DONT WORRY😭😭

JSNFNMWMDMS IM GONNA MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR MAKING FUN OF YOU how could he . I will eat his eyeballs. Also I 100% agree with the poem and I'm glad you posted it. I hope some people thought about it.

Wow😭😭 its honestly so funny, because they're all so different and yet their names fit them so well either way.

Also, wow I feel so bad it's been almost a week since I responded😐 I'm really sorry. I've been writing snips of this message any time I could and yet it still took me days xD I'm getting free, though, so I'll try to respond faster now. I missed talking to you so much😭 thank you for your patience🤍🤍🤍

How've you been? I'm pretty good, tired but feeling good because I can finally respond😩 I hope your day went well. Love you!♡

[always-la-belle-epoque]

So I just left you three reviews in a row because that is how prolific you are I was wondering, how do you plan your writing? Do you have system for it? Because I follow your personal posts as well and I'm like "how is this possible?" Btw this is not a complaint I'm just like, in awe. Thank you for all the work you publish for us!

YOUR REVIEWS MADE MY NIGHT!

Thank you :) 

Hmm oooh. Interesting question. Most of the stories start with at least one scene that is SUPER clear in my mind…like full movie-like, crystal clear. Basically that scene is always the crux of whatever story I want to tell and it will just come to me fully ready to go. I don’t really….plan other than that. Basically, I have that really clear scene and then I just like…have to color in the before/after, which I do free form. Like whatever comes out just…happens..and I follow it. I try to put myself visually/emotionally in the space if that makes sense? And then just kinda…follow wherever/whatever comes. I think I’m pretty fast because I write without really pausing to think at all. I can’t type fast enough and it’s obnoxious that I can’t? Sometimes I’ll write out the clear scene in pseudo - like a summary - but it’s mostly a mashup of dialogue or like the plot/thresholds I need the characters to hit emotionally. Dialogue is super important, I guess, and usually where the “clear scene” starts for me. But also, the “clear scene” if I had to describe, is more of an emotional dialogue than spoken??? No idea how to describe that. I basically have a folder of titles and pseudo scenes and then pick them up when the mood strikes. 

Does any of that make sense? I don’t think I have a very good answer because it just….happens? Like, I feel like I’m along for the ride, not the one at the wheel.

As for why I’ve been writing so much…well. Things are hard rn. I before I published fic I would just day dream it, especially when was going thru a hard time. I would just lay in my bed with my eyes shut and….check out. I’ve been doing that since I was a little kid, it’s a huge coping mechanism for me. I would just hide and then…go away for hours and hours and hours in my head. So at least writing is productive? Sort of? Right now between working a lot and job searching and at doctor’s appts I don’t really know how to stop. Writing fic fills up any free time I might have because my brain is kinda noped out on the reality of my life, tbh. Oops. So at least in fic I can control the happy ending? I can write a better world? Idk.