#oh hey fun fact about this drawing before I do my fun fact- I used a screenshot of Duke as a reference for this

[ricky-mortis]

A portrait of Sir John Herschel because I‘m normal about Pulp Musicals

[shidoukanae]

I would like to make an addendum to this piece with the new chapter out and say that I was wrong about Phillip, he's great, 10/10 he went from being a giant red flag of a character to being genuinely relatable and man do i feel bad about side-eyeing him for that line he said last chapter

Also this chapter finally wrapped up another plot thread I was waiting for it to return to and waaaaaah seeing someone else's POV on Helene is so nice (and we finally got another flashback of OG Helene for like,, the first time in literally forever). Helene being called out as a lonely person who hides her kind feelings behind a cold expression...man suddenly my fondness for Helene is increasing thousandfold

Like literally how the fuck does this manga keep making Helene better and better there's literally nothing disappointing about her character and im STILL shook about it

[gojoest]

the one with the role play — gojo satoru

— your husband breaking character during role play after you mention the one thing you shouldn’t have

suggestive, MDNI, established relationship (you’re married), written with f! reader in mind but think i kept it pretty gn, alcohol (nobody gets drunk, just a super quick mention of it as a choice of drink at the bar), strangers at the bar role play (or a failed attempt tbh), based on this talk post of mine, wc: 1.3k

“hey, love”, satoru broke the silence while the two of you were folding the laundry one afternoon. (yes, the strongest sorcerer always helps his wife with chores)

“say, love”, you quickly responded, without looking at him.

“you know, i was thinking — we’ve never tried role play”

“that’s what folding clothes made you think of?”, glancing at him you chuckled, “interesting”, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

“we’ve done pretty much everything but that. you’re not curious?”

now was not the time to tell him that you had done this before, with your ex, and that it was fun. no need to remind him that you had other partners before him and make him lose sleep for days to come, like that one time when he found your diary from high school in the attic and read about all the crushes and boyfriends you had. it took weeks and a lot of coddling on your part (you even had to start a satoru only diary and write his name into little hearts) for him to get over it. so you figured you’d keep this little detail to yourself and take it to the grave. or it would be your husband taken to the grave due to lethal jealousy steaming from the fact that another man had laid his hands on you in the past.

“s-sure”, you stuttered, thinking back to that excruciating memory, then cleared your throat before continuing — “yea, we can do that, why not”

“good then”, he tossed the shirt in his hands aside and stepped closer to you. circling his arms around your waist from behind — one hand eventually resting over your chest while the other stopping at your navel and gently rubbing it — he possessively pressed you against his chest and hummed contently.

“someone’s very excited about this, huh?”, you placed your hand over his and tilted your head back to peek at him.

“oh? can you tell?”, he grinned, playfully pushing his hips against you.

“that giant thing in your pants poking me from behind is giving you away, i’m afraid”

“it’s your fault though”, his head craned down so his lips could reach your forehead and trail soft kisses down to the tip of your nose.

standing on your tip toes you raised your hands to cup his cheeks and pecked him on the lips. “of course, it’s my fault that you’re getting all hot and bothered in the middle of the day like some pervert”

“i always get hot and bothered thinking about you”, he pecked you back, then slowly turned you around (concerned that you might hurt your neck if you kept that position up).

“any ideas?”, you asked.

“8pm, the bar around the corner”

“we’re to enact the classic strangers meeting at the bar, huh? okay. anything else?”

“nope, let’s improvise”

[8:13pm, at the bar]

sitting alone on the stool at the bar counter, you kept playing with your now half empty martini glass, drawing circles with it on the surface. you felt a bit weird sitting here pretending to be single and ready to mingle. but oh well.

he was late. you took another sip of your drink and grabbed your phone to check the time again.

“next one’s on me”, a painfully familiar voice approached you from behind. “if you would allow me, that is”

he was late on purpose, you figured. waiting for you to almost finish your drink so he could easily start a conversation by using such a lame but still quite effective line.

“i don’t normally accept drinks from strangers”, you gazed at him, “but an exception every now and then wouldn’t hurt, i assume”

a puckish smile curved on his lips. “may i?”, taking his sunglasses off, he asked for your permission to sit next to you.

“sure”

you were quite impressed at how seriously he was actually taking this, not breaking character even for a second so far. he had made up a brand new persona of himself, introducing himself as “sato kouya” — the ceo of a leading pharmaceutical company, temporarily living in tokyo for the purpose of a big business project.

“enough about me though”, eyes focused on you, he leaned his elbow on the bar counter and placed his chin on his palm. “tell me about yourself — what’s a beauty like you doing alone?”

you giggled (he was just so cute right now). “you’re lucky that i am alone — if we had met a week earlier, i would’ve still been married”

his expression froze at your words. the smile from a few seconds ago was now bleeding into a confused, almost creepy, look on his face — his lips still stretched into a grin while his eyes told a different story.

“hmmm… how so?”, he spoke in a monotone, his grin slowly fading away.

it would be a lie to say his weird reaction didn’t concern you at all but you decided to brush it off, and continued. “you see, i just got officially divorced. my ex husband and i tried our best to keep the marriage going for as long as we could but we were simply not meant to be”, you sighed. “this was the best for both of us”

“no way”, satoru whined. “no fucking way”

“umm… excuse me?”, you tilted your head in confusion.

“i don’t like this”, his face giving you a dejected grimace — brows knitted, lips pursed into a pout and eyes filled with a mix of panic and sorrow taking over the blue in them and turning it into a darker shade. “divorced? not meant to be? don’t even joke about this”, he almost cried out. the thought alone rubbed him the wrong way, tugged at his heartstrings so intensely that it forced him out of character right then and there, putting an end to your little role play escapade (rip sato kouya, you will be missed).

“satoru”, you caressed his hand, “baby. love of my life. this is just an act, please get it together”

“oh”, he gasped in utter shock after his focus fell on your hand and he noticed you were not wearing your ring. “you even took your ring off? why would you do that?”

great, this was getting worse now.

“because of the role play”, you spoke each word slowly, stressing on the last two very carefully.

“but i’m still wearing mine”, he protested, pointing at his ring, “see? you could’ve still acted fine with your ring on and without bringing up divorce and not meant to be’s”, he cried again, a hangdog look splattered on his face.

“i didn’t want to play the cheating wife, that’s why i took it o—“, you were cut off by another dramatic reaction.

“cheating? CHEATING? you considered this scenario?”, his voice was hitting desperate notes at this point. you couldn’t believe he had lost all reason over a play pretend.

you pinched the bridge of your nose before you spoke, “okay, that’s enough. you’re being ridiculous right now. i’m going home”

he followed after you like a kicked puppy, whining all the way home. but you had to admit — part of you really loved the fact that he went completely out of his mind over something so silly, that he didn’t know what to do with himself just thinking about you possibly leaving him even in a made-up scenario, that you held so much power over him…

extra:

[later that night, in bed]

done reading for the night and ready to sleep, you placed your book on the nightstand and looked over at your husband sitting with his arms crossed next to you in bed.

“still not over it?”, you nestled your head on his chest.

“no. hurts like hell just thinking about it”, he mumbled.

“come on, stop pouting”, you pinched his cheek, “you can’t go to sleep with a grumpy face”

“yea?”, he glanced down at you, “sit on it then — it’s the only way to wipe that pout off of it”

[thebubblesareevil]

Only the best Kings wear pink! Pt 1

Pt 2

Danny had decided, inter-lair political party meeting briefings were a truly underutilized form of torture that he personally thought should be inflicted upon only the worst kinds of criminals; not your King.

Fright Knight disagreed.

At least he finally let him move around instead of suffering through forced resurrection via boredom (it’s happened before, not a fun meeting). That being said, he would admit to being a little distracted by all the servants rushing around frantically. It had even managed to distract Fright.

No one seemed panicked so clearly it wasn’t an attack, but what….

Danny felt someone staring at him. He covertly nodded to Fright to keep talking as he created an invisible clone to search for his stalker.

He didn’t have to look far, they weren’t hiding very well. Not 20 ft away a young ghost gawked at him from behind a column. She had her glowing blonde hair in 2 braided pigtails and her ragged dress looked like she came from one of the medieval lairs. Danny carefully kneeled down, trying to make himself look small as he tapped her on the shoulder.

The little girl spun around, clearly terrified at being caught. Danny gave her a soft smile.

“Please don’t eat me Mr Ghost King sir!!!” She cried out.

Danny snorted and burst out laughing. His booming laughter echoed though the castle walls causing many of the servants to pause in their search.

“Now why in the realms would you think I’m going to eat you?!” Danny asked though his chuckles. “You wouldn’t be more than a bite full at best.” He poked her sides causing her to giggle.

“Would too! I’m bigger the Sally!” She paused, rethinking her words. “But I’d taste quite foul! I would, I swear!”

Danny grinned turning to Fright Knight. The little ghost squeaked when she saw the Spirit of Halloween and backed into the King causing her to freeze.

Danny gently picked her up, cradling her in one arm. “Did you hear that Fright?! She said she’d taste foul!” He smirked “I suppose there’s only one thing to do then!”

Fright Knight eyed his King a bit warily, still not used to his antics. “Sire?”

Danny grinned, motioning to one of the nervous maids. “We‘ll have to sweeten her up!”

Miette bowed before her King, trying to hide her nervous glances at the girl.

“Miette! Would you be a dear and prepare some sweets and tea in the garden for my honored guest? Fright, will you be joining us?” Danny asked the startled Knight.

“As you wish my Liege, though…might I request some pumpkin pie?” He asked Miette.

The maid blinked at the request.

“Of course Sir Fright.” She answered a bit dazed.

“Wonderful! We’ll meet you in the garden after we swing by Spectre’s quarters.” He grinned down at the frightened ghost. “Every princess must look her best for afternoon tea after all!”

The little girl frowned. “But I’m not a princess?” She said, tilting her head.

“Of course you are! Every little girl is a princess! That’s just a fact of life.” Danny nodded solemnly.

“But we’re not alive?” She pouted “Mummy said so!”

Danny shrugged. “That doesn’t change much, I’m still alive after all so it still counts.” He said finally.

They stopped in front of two massive doors covered in random drawing. Danny knocked on the door. The little ghost shrunk back in Danny’s arms.

The door opened to reveal a young ghost, not much bigger than the one in his arms.

“Hey Ellie!” Danny grinned. “Do you have any princess dresses left or did you set them all on fire?”

Ellie groaned. “Lilac just restocked the closet. You’d think she’d learn by now.”

Danny grinned. “Perfect! Would you mind helping our guest into one of them? She’s joining us for tea!”

Ellie floated up to see the tiny ghost trying to make herself smaller in her dad’s arms.

“Oh? And who are you?” She asked curiously.

“Emma.” She squeaked. Ellie grinned.

“Alright Emma, how do you feel about pink?!”

———

A little while latter you could find the Ghost King: ruler of the infinite realms, Fright Knight: the most feared general of the Kings legion and little Emma: the little princess from 2 Lairs over (only on the 5th of each month); newly decked out in a glowing tiara and the frilliest pink dress Ellie could find (with no singes); all sitting in the Royal gardens in Phantoms keep debating the merits of pink sparkles vs rainbow glitter.

Her mother nearly wept in relief that her daughter was safe, though she was a bit dazed by what she was seeing.

“You must be Emma’s mum!” Danny grinned. “We were just finishing up afternoon tea.

Emma jumped from her seat and raced over to her mummy to tell her all about her day.

“I’m so sorry for my daughter’s intrusion, your majesty!” She cried out, fear outweighing shock as she quickly bowed.

“Nonsense!” Danny laughed, looking down at Emma. “You’re welcome here anytime Emma. After all, you never did tell me what happened to you Aunt Agatha.” He smiled “You’ll have to finish your story next time.”

Emma ran up to give Danny a hug, he happily picked her up and held the young ghost.

“Thank you for the tea and cakes Mr ghost king! Can I bring Beatrice next time? She’ll never believe me otherwise!”

Danny chuckled. “The more the merrier, though I suggest you give your mother some proper warning before you run off to strange lairs without permission.”

Emma pouted. “I promise!” She swore as Danny handed her to her mother.

Danny was a little sad to see the little girl go but he had plenty of work to do.

“Sire, shall we continue the briefing?” Fright Knight piped up.

Danny groan, Fright Knight grinned. (He liked his new king)

———

The next month, when the lairs lined up once more Danny was greeted with the grinning Emma, the frightened faces of at least 6 other little ghosts and the nervous form of Emma’s mother.

Danny grinned. “Miette!” He shouted behind him. “Can you bring some more tables to the gardens. It looks like we’re having a proper tea party this time!”

And so began to annual monthly tea party at Phantom’s keep.

(Lilac was so glad to see all the dresses she made put to good use)

[mikeandikeschmidt]

Once Upon a Time

Mike Schmidt x babysitter!f!reader

Word Count: 1864

Summary: Like all other imagines go, ever since Mike hired you as Abby’s babysitter, you’ve made their life so much more fun. Today’s fun? Playing fairy tales with Abby. Mike thinks it’s hilarious until he’s suddenly brought into production…

• • •

There was a satisfying ‘click’ when Mike turned the key. With one little shove, the door was open and he could breathe again. Another rough shift at work, but he was so grateful to be home. Where he could relax and just unwind…

And then he heard giggling. And he had the sinking feeling this was not going to be an “unwind” kind of day. What kind of mischief was Abby getting into now? Although, he much preferred hearing her laughter over the silence he used to get. Ever since he hired that new babysitter, Abby’s brightened up a lot. So, despite the drowsy drooping over his shoulders, he smiled as he shut the door behind him.

“Hey, I’m home!” He called out.

“We’re in here!” Your voice replied, making his smile twitch just a bit wider without him meaning to. You were such a saint. After what happened with the last babysitter, he thought he wouldn’t find another half as good, but you surpassed any and all expectation. Once he got the ball rolling better with work, he’d pay you. Soon.

“What on earth…” Mike’s voice trailed off when he saw what was going on in Abby’s room.

Lights were strung about, a great big fort connected to the ceiling and strung down like a canopy. With the use of cardboard, paper, and markers, the fort was surrounded by fake towers and what he assumed was a moat. And under the strung-up blankets were two familiar faces with paper crowns.

“We’re playing fairy tales,” You quickly explained, feeling the urge to take off the crown. You hadn���t felt self-conscious when it was just you and Abby, but when a cute guy looks at you? That’s a whole different thing. The embarrassment only worsened when you saw him stifle a laugh. Crap, what could he be thinking right now?

If only you knew that he thought you both made the cutest sight he'd ever seen.

"If we're going to do Snow White, we need an apple." Abby turned to you, refusing to let Mike ruin your fun together. She was not done playing. In fact, seeing the two of you looking at each other gave her a little idea...

"I'll go get the apple." You stepped over the cardboard towers and paper moat to head to the kitchen, "I'll be in the kitchen."

"Right behind ya," Mike added as he shrugged off his jacket.

You quickly took the crown off and set it down before going to the counter. You rummaged through the bowl of fruit, going past bananas and pears to find what you wanted.

Mike pulled out a Gatorade from the fridge, "Heh, thanks again for this. You have no idea what a difference you've made to Abby."

"Oh it's nothing. She's a lot of fun." You reassured him.

"I promise I'll pay you as soon as my check comes in, this isn't going to be the usual. You know, if, uh, you still want to continue this. I get it if you don't. You're not obligated to keep coming..." He was rambling now. He hadn't gotten like this since high school. Sheesh, what was going on with him? He reached up and adjusted his shirt's collar. It was getting warm in here all of a sudden.

"Mike, stop. You're completely fine. I'm happy to be here. After all, what are neighbors for?"

He shrugged. He'd just gotten so used to you being here, so quick. You fit right in. Looking back on it, the house used to feel so empty. Abby used to go to her room and just draw by herself. Mike would go to bed early or watch a couple shows on TV. Now, there was so much light and laughter brought in. He barely recognized his life anymore. He really hoped this was a sign for better days.

"Ah! Here we are, a classic red apple. I better not keep the princess waiting." You teased and started heading back to Abby's room, with a little skip in your step. But to your surprise, upon entering in, you saw Abby wearing her darkest purple blanket over her head like a cloak.

"I don't remember Snow wearing anything that dark."

"I'm not going to be Snow, you are." Abby told you and hurried to take the apple from you, "I got to be the princess the last two times. It's your turn."

You hadn't realized you were taking turns but okay.

"Where is your crown?" Abby squinted at you and made a face, "Mikeee! (Y/n) needs her crownnn!"

"Where is it?" He hollered from the other room.

"I left it on the counter!" You rose your voice, trying not to laugh. What has your life become? You felt like a Mom or something. And hey, you kind of liked it. Even though this wasn't your blood family or anything, you'd gotten real close with Mike and Abby. You just felt so comfortable with them.

Mike came back and briefly held up the crown, "Alright, where's the princess?"

Your face reddened and you sheepishly held up your hand, "Here."

He nodded and strolled over, briefly standing on his tip-toes to set it dramatically over your head, earning giggles from his sister. But just before he went to leave, Abby grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't go yet, I want you to watch!"

"Watch?" You echoed and your heart dropped to your stomach. Yeah, you were doing this for the kid, but you felt so shy playing pretend in front of Mike.

"Oh, alright, I'd be happy to watch." To your horror, Mike plopped down into the chair by Abby's desk and folded his arms. A big smile on his face.

Your eye twitched at the cocky little gesture. Oh, he was loving this, wasn't he? You didn't know if that was better or worse. But you tried to put it out of your mind when Abby got into character. She came up in her makeshift cloak,

"The evil witch approaches and knocks on Snow White's door..." Abby narrated before knocking on one of the blankets, pretending there was a thudding sound.

You stepped inside the fort then immediately poked your head out, forcing your gaze on Abby instead of Mike's amused face in the corner, "Hello?"

"Hello, young lady..." Abby ironically croaked, despite being many years younger than you, "I am giving out free apples. Would you like one?"

You heard muffled laughter again. Well, you weren't going to let him get to you. If he was going to pay you someday, you were going to earn every penny. He wanted a performance? Alright, here we go.

"Oh, how lovely! Of course!" You reached for it and held it to your mouth before taking a big bite.

"Muahaha! My plan is all coming together!" Abby rubbed her hands together and burst into a fit of mischievous giggles—that sounded a little too convincing for half a second.

"Oh no! I feel strange!" You held a hand to your head then spun around before making a dramatic 'fall' back onto the floor, bending your knees at the right second so the impact wouldn't be so bad. Besides, there were so many scattered pillows around, it wasn't harsh at all.

"Oh, bravo! Great job." Mike chuckled and clapped before starting to get up from his seat.

"Hey! The story isn't over!" Abby pointed a finger at him, "This part is important! I need your help!"

"Wait, what?"

"Snow White needs a handsome prince to wake her up." Abby explained and took off the cloak. She reached to the side for the crown she had made for herself, and handed it to Mike, "Your turn."

You had been pretending to be asleep but now your eyes were wide open. You started to sit up, "Oh, Abby, that's not necessary--"

Ohh it suddenly wasn’t so funny anymore. Was it, Mike? “Yeah, I'm really not an actor. You guys have fun, I'll just prepare dinner..."

But Abby wasn’t having it. She pointed to you first, “No! You! Lay back down! And you! Prince!”

Mike blinked down at his sister, but…apparently he didn’t have the strength to turn her down. He sighed and put the crown on his head. You honestly couldn’t believe it.

You slowly lowered back to the ground and closed your eyes. Not like you weren’t kind of hoping for a kiss from Mike one of these days, but you couldn’t say this is the way you expected to have your first one.

It certainly wasn’t the way Mike planned it, either. He had expected he’d finally get up the courage to ask you on a date. After he’d gotten around to paying you and proved he was in a better situation. But as soon as Abby found out of his crush on you, she had to push this to go a little quicker. He just had to hope he didn’t die of embarrassment in the process.

Abby took off her cloak and let out a gasp, “Oh no! My friend, Snow White is hurt! Help! Help! Prince Charming, come help!”

Mike sighed and walked over, “What’s wrong?”

“The princess has been poisoned! She needs true love’s kiss to wake her up!” Abby held her hands together and looked up at him with expectation.

“Abby, you really don’t expect me to—“ But the look she gave him told him she was serious. Was this really happening? Why didn’t he have the courage to tell her no?

He got down on his knees and looked over your features. He couldn’t tell but you were just as panicked about this. Your heart was pounding like crazy. What was he going to do? Maybe he’d kiss your forehead or your cheek. Something light just to say he did it. But no. When Mike lowered himself near to you, you were surprised by the touch of his lips. The soft scratch of his stubble. His breath was warm on your skin and made your heart flutter. This wasn’t the way you both had planned it, but it was a beautiful first kiss together.

Of course you both didn’t go crazy, Abby was right there, but it was a lingering kiss. Soft and sweet. Mike was surprisingly gentle. But just before you both could get used to it…

“Yay! The princess is saved!” Abby threw up her hands and giggled.

You both broke apart and nervously chuckled at the same time. You decided to speak first before it got awkward.

“Thank you so much for saving me!”

“Of course.” Mike dutifully bowed his head like a prince would, briefly licking his lips.

“Now the prince carries Snow White off into happily ever after!” Abby beamed.

“Heh, alright. Right this way, princess.” Mike gently scooped you up into his arms and rose to his feet with no issue. Wow, he was strong…

“Off to happily ever after?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Off to the spaghetti and meatballs I’m making for dinner.” He replied.

You held a hand to your chest and laughed heartily, “Oh, my hero!”

The end.

[fawcetttweets]

Idea for a private message. Cap gets asked by flash if he has any money so he can get some food or something and cap only has unconventional money like some old silver coins or an uncut gemstone.

Transcript at the end!

I decided to maybe start posting these on TikTok! Since i don’t really have a choice but to turn in into a video I may as well use it, right? But! I want to post it on my main account… so I want to play a game!

If you’re the first person to guess my main account I’ll… uh. Tag you? Draw something for you? I don’t know, I’ll do something! I just wanna do a fun game!

Rules: no trying to figure out who I am irl, that’s rude. First person to guess my main account can ask for something (something APPROPRIATE. this isn’t legally binding and I can say no but I’d like to do something like do a doodle for you or tag you. Or maybe do an extra long tweet for your suggestion?)

Hint: I post about Billy Batson a lot on there too so it’s not a needle in the haystack thing. Im just curious if I’m super obvious or not and I think it’d be fun to make people guess hehe.

You can put your guesses in the replies, asks, tags, or reblogs! I always look at all of those things!

Edit: Just realized the transcript may be a bit off but I don’t have time to fix it rn, sorry :(

Transcript:

Flash: Hey cap! We’re good pals right? And good pals always help each other out, right?

Cap: what did you do

Flash: what! Why do you assume I did something?? Can’t a man ask for validation every once in a while without being judged? Do you hate men being vulnerable, captain marvel?

Cap: Sorry, Flash… I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. That was really wrong of me. You’re a really good friend and I always trust you to have my back in battle :)

Flash: awe that’s so sweet! You’re such a kind and generous guy! So kind and generous in fact that I’m sure you wouldn’t mind stopping by London with some cash?

Cap: sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why are you cashless in London?

Flash: Funny story actually! I’ll tell you all about it when you get here!

Cap: Flash. I don’t have cash.

Flash: none? You gotta have SOMETHING.

Cap: I mean yeah, I do have currency, but not the type that would be accepted in London haha

Flash: oh American bills are fine! The Subway I’m at accepts them I already asked before I realized I’m all out of cash

Cap: You want me to fly to London to pay for your subway order???

Flash: You have super speed so you’ll be fine! And I’ll pay you back! Pleaseeeeeeee cap I need this I’m completely out of energy and can’t run back home without eating first :((((((((((

Cap: I don’t have American bills either tho

Flash: liar. You just said you had currency.

Cap: I have FAWCETT currency. I have Drachma, gold, uncut gems, obols, enchanted flowers, etc. Unless they accept knowledge of ancient spells lost to time and you’re prepared to pay me back with something of equal value?

Flash: you know what? I think I’ll just call Superman.

Cap: Nice talk! Good luck convincing him to leave his anniversary date with Lois to pay for your poor planning ;)

Flash: uuugghhhh you’re the worst. Think Batman will send a jet to pick me up?

Flash: ignore that. That was a dumb question. I’ll just walk.

[zae-heeyyy]

Stelliferous

Summary: You stargaze with Arthur. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 1,353 Tags: fluff, shy, high honor Arthur Warnings: no warnings, enjoy the fluff.

a/n: Just a little something I thought of when I found this camp. Plus, I really wanted to draw a constellation. Fun fact, the game has accurate constellations, and Orion is one of them! I had a lot of fun reading about Orion mythology for this one. And TYSM to my tumblr bestie @littlemistey for helping me get the journal entry just right!

stelliferous: filled with stars or bearing stars, often used to describe a visibly starry night.

As everyone went about their business for the night, you headed to a deserted clearing just beyond camp and sat on the ground. You loved sitting alone, getting lost in the stars and the tales that went with them. Just as you were settling down, the snap of a twig alerted you to someone else's presence. The stars had aligned perfectly for you that night, putting you and Arthur in the same place at the same time.

You rose and looked around, spotting the cowboy leaning against a tree. If it were anybody else, you'd be annoyed, but seeing him there made your heart flutter in all the good ways. You loved looking at him just as much as you loved looking up at the stars. But the stars didn't make you weak in the knees at the sight of them or make you laugh until your stomach hurt. But just like the stars, Arthur always felt so out of reach.

"Things're really goin' downhill back there if a lady would rather sleep in the grass than in her tent," he said. His face was neutral, but you could see a playful glint in his eyes. You hugged your knees to your chest and tried to hide your shyness.

"Oh, hey Arthur, I was just––"

He held out a halting hand and tipped his head.

"I was just jokin, miss. I know what it's like to want some peace and quiet." He pushed himself off the tree and gave a two-finger wave. "Anyway, I won't disturb you."

You spoke out before he could leave. "It's no trouble, Arthur." You turned away from him and cranked your neck to the sky. "Y'ever wonder if it's just us out here?" It wasn't a question you expected him to answer. You were just thinking aloud. He didn't respond for a long moment but sauntered towards you, his boots appearing in your peripheral.

"I don't do much thinkin'."

You turned to glance at him again, shaking your head.

"Oh, hush, Arthur Morgan. We all know you do more thinkin' than any other fool around here."

You could tell he was fighting hard to keep the frown on his face from curving upward.

"That ain't saying much." He chuckled on his exhale, then, with a grunt, sat down beside you. "This whatchu' always doing out here? Just—" he gestured to the sky, "—looking up?"

"Don't knock it til you try it, Arthur." A soft smile formed on your face, and you waited expectantly. He quirked an eyebrow, then put his hands behind his head and laid back. A satisfied grin crossed your face, and you dropped down, too.

You spent the rest of the night pointing out stars and constellations to Arthur, sharing all the stories you knew about them. An hour crept by before a yawn escaped you. Arthur didn't show it, but your departure was the last thing he wanted. With one arm still behind his head and the other slung across his stomach, he kept his eyes trained on the sky above.

He was hooked—not on the stars, but on you. Then and there, he realized he could spend eternity on the ground, captivated by the rise of pitch in your voice when you got excited and how your eyes crinkled at the corners when your smile stretched from ear to ear.

From that night, Arthur used stargazing as his excuse to be near you, sometimes sitting so close to you that your shoulders rubbed when you pointed upward. Once, you turned to ask him a question and noticed him staring at you instead of the sky.

"It's impolite to stare, Mr. Morgan." His expression faltered, and he opened his mouth in a stuttering attempt to damage control.

He didn't need to be ashamed, though; you'd felt his eyes on you many times before. He admired you like you admired the stars, and knowing that sent waves of adoration through you.

Arthur caught up with you another evening just as you were finishing dinner. Golden sunlight reflected on his face as he glanced down at his feet, clutching his hat between his fingers. He reached nervously towards your hand, thought too hard, and placed it back on his hat. He started to speak, his words low and careful.

"Got somethin' to show you—somethin' I found— if you'll ride with me?"

You suppressed a building laugh, trying to save him further embarrassment. It tickled you that someone as audacious as him could be made so flustered by the likes of you. Your amusement was well hidden, and you reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze.

"It's about time you asked me on a ride, Mr. Morgan." He nodded and placed his hat back on his head, the brim shielding the building smile on his face. He walked you to his horse. He got on first and held a strong arm down to pull you up.

The two of you road down the Heartlands, across the Dakota River, and through Bard's Crossing. He slowed when you approached a hill outside Lone Mule Stead. Arthur helped you off the horse with one hand, keeping hold until you stood in front of a campsite that overlooked the Upper Montana River and beyond. The site was breathtaking; you could make out the lights of Blackwater, boats on the water, and the expansive night sky in all its glory. Just to the side of the spot stood a small brass telescope. When you finally saw it, your eyes widened, and you met Arthur's, your mouth agape.

"Found this out here the other day," he gestured towards it, beckoning you.

"Oh, Arthur," you ran your fingers across the smooth brass cylinder. You shook your head in slow incredulity. "I've never seen one in person, only seen 'em in books."

Arthur removed the cap on the end, letting it swing on its chain. He nodded toward the viewing device again, and you walked around to the lens, bending to look through it.

"I hope it's everything you read about, miss." His voice was comforting, like the soft rumble of distant thunder. Breathless, you pressed your eye to the lens, and a speckled blanket of black engulfed your vision. Truthfully, the stars were the same as always, but knowing Arthur had curated this moment, just for you, made the night sky more beautiful than ever. When you were done taking it in, you stood to see Arthur watching you from a few feet away. You approached the crate he was sitting on, your hands outstretched and reaching for his.

"Thank you, really," you said. The gunslinger stood and accepted your hands, his lips pressed together tightly as if opening his mouth would betray him. His eyes were strictly focused on your clasped hands. Surely, if his mouth would betray him, his eyes would too.

"Arthur." His name coming off your lips so endearingly could kill him. He finally looked up, his mouth falling open to speak, but you didn't give him the chance. You rose on your toes, your lips crashing against his hurriedly. When he finally realized what was happening, his shoulders fell relaxed, and he wrapped two arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Your mouths moved in sync with each other's until you pulled away for air. Heat had built up in his face, and you saved him the trouble of hiding his blush by wrapping your arms around him tight.

As breathtaking as it was, you forwent the telescope for the rest of the night, opting to wrap yourself in Arthur's arms instead. You pointed up at a line of bright stars.

"See those three? That's Orion's Belt."

"Orion?" he asked, saying the name as if it were a foreign language.

"Orion. He was a hunter—a big and strong one. They say he was a bit of a drunk brute, too. He reminds me of someone." You didn't need to peel your eyes away from the warrior in the sky to feel the warmth of the one right next to you, a knowing, gentle smile on his lips.

[phr3ia]

Love Game (Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 18 : Together (SMUT/LEMON/MATURE - Suguru's Part)]

[Afternoon]

As you walked out of the police station, you spotted Suguru leaning against his sleek black Ducati motorcycle, his arms crossed over his chest. A charming smile played on his lips as he watched you approach.

"Hey, Beautiful." he called out, pushing off from the bike and striding towards you. "Ready for our date?"

Your cheeks flushed at the sight of him, "H-Hi, Suguru." you managed to stammer out, unable to hide your nervousness. "Y-Yes, I'm ready."

He chuckled, closing the distance between you two. "Nervous? Don't be. I promise I won't bite...unless you ask nicely." He winked, making you blush even more.

Suguru found your shyness endearing, and a warm smile spread across his face. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "There's nothing wrong with being a little nervous. It's cute."

He grabbed an extra helmet from his bike and helped you put it on. "There you go." he said, tapping the top of the helmet lightly. "Now you're all set."

Suguru swung his leg over the bike and settled onto the seat. He glanced back at you, and said. "Hop on."

You paused for a moment before climbing onto the bike behind him. As you wrapped your arms around his waist, Suguru stiffened slightly, taken aback by the sudden contact.

"Uh, yeah. Just...hold on tight, okay?" he said, clearing his throat nervously. You could feel him blushing under your touch, which made you smile.

As Suguru revved the engine, he glanced back at you over his shoulder. "So, where to first? Movie or dinner?"

You leaned in closer, speaking loudly over the roar of the motorcycle. "Movie! The next showing starts in thirty minutes!"

Suguru nodded, putting the bike into gear. "Got it!"

As he sped off, you gripped him tighter, laughing excitedly. "This is so much fun!"

He grinned, enjoying the feel of your arms around him. "I'm glad you think so!"

[Cinema]

As the opening credits rolled, you snuggled into your seat, munching on popcorn and sipping your soda. Suguru glanced over at you, smiling at your enthusiasm.

"This is nice." he commented, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't been to the movies in ages."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Really? Not even with your friends?"

He shook his head. "Not really. Most of my friends are...busy with their own thing. Especially Satoru."

"Well, I'm glad I could introduce you to the joy of cinema once again." you replied, smiling.

As the movie started, you found yourself laughing at the scene, drawing amused glances from Suguru. He found your laughter infectious, and soon enough, he was chuckling along with you.

Halfway through the movie, he reached over and took your hand, giving it a squeeze. "I miss this, you know. Hanging out, having fun. It's been a long time since I've felt this...normal."

You looked up at him, your heart fluttering at his words. "Me too, Suguru. Me too."

He smiled softly, giving your hand another squeeze before turning his attention back to the screen.

As the final credits rolled, Suguru suddenly became aware of the fact that he'd been holding your hand throughout the entire movie. He quickly let go, his cheeks flushing red.

"Oh, uh, sorry about that." he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I didn't mean to...you know, hold your hand for so long."

You looked up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "It's okay, Suguru. I didn't mind." you reassured him, reaching out to take his hand again. He hesitated for a moment before intertwining your fingers once more.

"Really?" he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

You nodded, squeezing his hand. "Really."

He smiled, feeling relieved. "Good. I'm glad."

As you exited the theater, he asked, "So, where do you want to eat? My treat."

You looked up at him, your stomach rumbling audibly. "Actually, I'm kind of craving some gyozas."

Suguru's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Gyozas, huh? I remember you used to love those."

You blushed, looking away. "Yeah, well, old habits die hard, I guess."

He chuckled, steering the motorcycle towards a nearby izakaya. "Lucky for you, I know just the place. Remember the little izakaya we used to frequent back in the day? The one with the amazing gyozas and sake?"

You gasped, "You mean 'Zen Zest'? Oh my god, yes! Let's go there!"

Suguru laughed, pleased with your reaction. "Great minds think alike, Y/N. Great minds think alike."

[Zen Zest]

As you entered 'Zen Zest', the familiar smell of garlic and soy sauce filled your nostrils, bringing back fond memories. The owner, an elderly man named Hiroshi, greeted you both with a wide smile.

"Y/N-chan! Long time no see!" he exclaimed, bowing slightly. "And Suguru-kun, it's been ages! Look at you two, all grown up!"

You both returned the greeting, blushing at the attention. "Hi, Hiroshi-san." you said, smiling shyly.

Hiroshi's eyes twinkled as he looked between the two of you. "So, are you two finally married? How many kids do you have?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot at Hiroshi's questions, and you looked away bashfully.

Suguru cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "I-Its ...complicated."

Hiroshi just chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. "No need to explain. I'm just happy to see you two together again. Now, what can I get for the both of you?"

Suguru relaxed a bit, picking up the menu. "The usual for me, Hiroshi-san. A round of your finest sake, and an order of your famous gyozas."

Hiroshi beamed, writing down the order. "Excellent choice, Suguru-kun! And for you, Y/N-chan?"

You looked up from the menu, smiling. "I'll have the same, please."

As Hiroshi bustled off to prepare your order, Suguru leaned back in his seat, letting out a sigh. "Sorry about that..."

You shook your head, smiling softly. "It's okay, Suguru. I'm just...a little nervous, I guess."

He reached across the table, giving your hand a comforting squeeze. "Don't be. It's just us, remember? No pressure, no expectations."

As you both enjoyed your meal and drinks, the conversation flowed easily between you. You laughed and joked, reminiscing about old times and sharing stories about your lives apart.

As the night wore on, you decided to share a bit more about your current life. "You know, I moved into a new apartment 11 months ago. It's a bit bigger than my old place, so I decided to get a roommate to help split the costs."

Suguru's expression shifted slightly, a hint of concern entering his eyes. "A roommate? That's...interesting. Who is it, if you don't mind me asking?"

You took a sip of your sake, smiling casually. "Oh, it's just a guy I met through a mutual friend." you lied, knowing that you can't tell him anything about Toji.

Suguru's grip tightened around his glass, "A guy? And you two live in separate bedrooms, I hope?"

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden tension. "Y-Yes, of course. Why wouldn't we?"

He let out a sigh of relief, relaxing his grip on the glass. "I'm sorry. It's just...I worry about you. Living alone with a man, especially one you barely know...it's not safe."

You smiled, shaking your head. "Don't worry, Suguru. You know I can handle myself if anything were to happen."

Suguru hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you sure he's never...done anything weird? Or made you uncomfortable?"

You thought about Toji's antics, but quickly dismissed them. "No, nothing like that. We hardly interact. He keeps to himself, and I do the same."

"Okay, just...be careful, alright? If anything happens, promise me you'll tell me." You could clearly see the worry in his eyes.

You sweetly smiled and answered. "I promise."

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As the night went on and bottle after bottle of sake was emptied, you began to feel a warm, fuzzy sensation spreading through your body.

"You know, I...I shouldn't have drunk so much." you slurred as you tried to stand up but stumbled slightly instead. Suguru was quick to catch you, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

"Easy there. Maybe we should call it a night." he suggested, his voice still clear despite the amount he'd consumed.

You chuckled, placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself. "I'm fine, Suguru. Really. I just...feel a little warm, that's all."

He raised an eyebrow, concern etched on his face. "Warm? Are you sure you're not just saying that?"

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "I'm fine. I just...need to cool down a bit."

Suguru hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, but let's get some fresh air first. Come on."

He led you outside, where the cool night breeze hit your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, and let out a content sigh.

"That feels better." you murmured, opening your eyes to find Suguru watching you intently.

As Suguru was about to speak, a young boy, no older than eight, came rushing around the corner. In his haste, he slipped on a wet spot on the pavement and stumbled right into you, dropping his food and sending his full cup of soda flying, soaking your clothes.

"Ah!" you exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. The boy's eyes widened in panic, and he looked up at you with tears threatening to spill over.

"I-I'm so sorry!" he stammered, backing away nervously. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, it's okay." you reassured him, crouching down to his level. "Accidents happen, right? No harm done."

Suguru knelt beside you, offering the boy a warm smile. "Yeah, buddy. It's alright. We've all been there. Why don't you run along and clean up your food? We'll be fine here."

The boy nodded, looking relieved, and hurried off to pick up his scattered food before throwing it in a nearby trashcan. Once he was gone, you stood up, looking down at your stained dress and chuckled.

"Well, that's one way to sober up." you joked, wiping the liquid from your jeans.

Suguru frowned, looking at you. "You're all sticky now. Wanna take a shower."

You looked up at him, surprised. "A shower? But-"

He pointed towards a nearby building. "My hotel is just over there. You can use my bathroom to clean up. Unless you want to go home looking like that..." he trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

You laughed, shaking your head. "No, that's okay. A shower sounds perfect, actually. Thank you, Suguru."

He smiled, offering you his arm as he walked you towards his Ducati "Come on, then. Let's get you cleaned up."

[Hotel]

"Wow, this is...this is amazing, Suguru." you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked outside the large window revealing the sprawling cityscape of Shibuya.

He chuckled, walking over to the closet to grab an extra towel and a shirt. "See. I told you." And then he turned back to you, holding out the items. "Here, these should help. The shirt might be a bit big on you, but it's clean."

"Th-Thank you." you stammered, clutching the towel and shirt to your chest. "I'll, uh, I'll just go take a shower."

Suguru nodded, gesturing towards the door behind you. "Of course. Take your time."

As you stepped into the steaming hot shower, you let out a sigh of relief, the warmth slowly washing away the remnants of the spilled soda on your skin. You took your time washing yourself and as you enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. As you rinsed off, you couldn't help but think about Suguru. About how handsome he looked tonight, and how much he hadn't changed in all these years. Your thoughts drifted back to the nights you spent together, the way his hands would explore your body, the sound of his voice as he whispered your name...

You felt a familiar heat pooling between your legs, and you bit your lip, trying to push the thoughts away.

(Slap!) "What am I doing?! I can't just start fantasizing about him like some lovesick teenager!" you muttered to yourself, rolling your eyes. "Get it together, Y/N! You're acting like a hormonal mess!"

You turned off the water, stepping out of the shower and wrapping the towel around yourself. "Now, let's get dressed and act like a normal human being. None of this silly swooning nonsense, alright?"

You pulled on Suguru's shirt, the fabric swallowing you whole, and gave yourself a stern nod in the mirror. "There. Now I look like a respectable adult!"

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever awaited you outside the bathroom. "Right. Let's go face Suguru and pretend none of this ever happened."

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As you opened the bathroom door, you were greeted with the sight of Suguru standing by the bed, he was already in the process of removing his shirt. Suguru must have heard the door open because he paused, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your eyes widened, taking in his bare chest, and you felt your cheeks growing hot.

"S-Sorry!" you stammered, quickly averting your gaze and turning around. "I-I didn't mean t-"

He chuckled, cutting you off mid-apology.

"Y/N, it's okay. Just look. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

Your blush deepened, remembering the countless times you'd seen him like this - and more. You hesitantly turned back around, peeking at him through your lashes. He was smirking at you, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

"See? Nothing to be embarrassed about." he teased, pulling his shirt off completely and tossing it onto the bed. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your eyes on his face and not let them wander down on his muscular torso.

Suguru stepped closer to you, his presence intimidating yet gentle. Close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Suguru reached up, gently lifting your chin with his fingertips, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Y/N." he murmured, his voice low and husky. "How much do you miss me?"

His thumb brushed against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

You tried to look away, but his grip on your chin tightened, keeping you in place.

"Tell me." he insisted, leaning in closer. "How much do you miss me, Y/N?"

You held his gaze, your eyes searching his for answers. Your silence seemed to unnerve him, and he continued, "Y/N. I don't think I can stick with the process of courting you. Not when every fiber of my being wants to claim you right here, right now."

His voice was ragged, his breathing became heavier as he fought for control. "But I promised myself I would do this right. That I wouldn't rush you, wouldn't scare you off."

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering mere millimeters away from yours. You could feel his breath, hot and shaky, mingling with your own. "So, tell me, Y/N. Tell me to stop. Tell me to wait. Tell me anything, and I will. But if you don't...if you don't say something soon, I won't be able to hold back anymore."

Suguru took a deep, shuddering breath, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I'll count to three. If you don't say anything by then... I can't guarantee what will happen."

"One." he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Two." His hand slid from your chin, tracing down your neck, to your collarbone, until it rested on your hip. "Three." he finished, his voice barely audible.

(Background Music for your sex scene with Suguru -Under The Influence - Japanese Version (Shayne Orok)

Before you could utter a word, his lips crashed onto yours, hungry and desperate. You gasped, taken aback by the sudden intensity, but your surprise quickly melted into desire as you found yourself kissing him back just as fervently.

He pressed you against the wall, his hands tangling in your damp hair as he deepened the kiss. You moaned, your fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer. Suguru growled in response, his hips pressing against yours, trapping you between the wall and his muscular body.

His kisses were demanding, possessive, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You arched into him, your body aching for more contact, more friction. He groaned, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck, sucking and biting, marking you as his.

"Suguru." you whimpered, your voice barely audible. He responded by capturing your lips once more, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming you utterly and completely.

With a soft groan, Suguru broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. "Let's move this to the bed, shall we?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

He took a step back, his hands sliding down to your waist, lifting you up effortlessly. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively, clinging to him as he carried you towards the bed.

Gently, he lowered you down onto the mattress, following you down so that his body hovered above yours.

Suguru slowly removed your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin with each movement. You shivered under his touch, your breath hitching as he revealed more of your body.

"God, Y/N." he murmured, his eyes darkening with hunger. "You're so beautiful. More beautiful than I remembered."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, then another to the hollow of your throat. You moaned, as your body yearned for more.

"I've missed you so much." he murmured, "I plan to worship every inch of you tonight."

Suguru deftly unhooked your bra, pushing the straps off your shoulders and exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. You blushed, trying to cover yourself, but he gently removed your hands, replacing them with his own.

"Don't hide it from me." he said, his thumb brushing against your hardened nipples. This made you gasped as your back arched off the bed

With that, he leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it hard.

"Suguru!" you cried out, your body writhing beneath him. He growled in response, switching to your other nipple, giving it the same attention. Your moans grew louder, more urgent, filling the room with the sound of your pleasure.

"Shit." he panted, releasing your nipple with a pop. "You're driving me crazy. I need to hear more of those sounds."

Suguru moved lower, his hands trailing down your sides, making you squirm. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing your core to him.

"Look at you, so wet and ready for me." he rasped, his eyes locked onto your pussy. You blushed, trying to close your legs, but Suguru pushed them apart, settling between them. "I want to taste you." he whispered.

Suguru began to explore your folds with his tongue, starting at the bottom and slowly working his way up. You can't help but moan from the sensation, and your hips were bucking involuntarily as he found your clit, flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh god, Suguru." you moaned, gripping his hair tightly. He responded by slipping his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, slow and steady. Your moans grew louder, your body tensing beneath him as he brought you closer to the edge.

When he felt you were close, he inserted his middle finger, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot inside you. You cried out, your grip on his hair tightening as he continued to lick and finger fuck you simultaneously.

 "Suguru, oh god, yes! Fuck me more, please! I'm so close, I'm almost there!"

Suguru growled in approval, He added another finger, stretching you further as he hit your G-spot repeatedly while his tongue flicked against your clit.

"Cum for me." he commanded, his voice muffled against your pussy. "I want you to squirt all over me."

And with that, you felt the pressure build to an unstoppable force. Your body convulsed, and you screamed his name as you came undone, squirting all over his face and fingers. Suguru groaned in surprise and pleasure, lapping up your release greedily, while his fingers still buried deep inside you.

"Fuck....That was so hot." he groaned, licking your juices off his lips.

Without a word, you shoved Suguru down, rolling him onto his back.

You straddled him, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. Suguru looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire and amusement. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss while your hands roamed over his chest.

Suguru moaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your thighs as you grind against him. You break the kiss, as you moved your lips to his neck, where you begin to leave a trail of hickeys, marking him as yours.

He chuckled, as Suguru's hands moved to your ass, squeezing it tightly. "Put as many as you like. I'm yours." he whispered seductively.

You smirked as you went down on him.

Your fingers fumbling slightly as you grasp his belt, tugging it open. You heard Suguru's sharp intake of breath as you move on to his pants, popping the button open before lowering the zipper. You can feel his cock straining against his boxers, twitching with need and excitement.

"May I?" you ask, your voice sultry and inviting.

Suguru nods, his breath hitching in lust. You slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock.

"Y/N." he warns, his voice strained. "If you keep teasing me like this, I won't be able to control myself."

"Who said anything about controlling yourself?"

You lick your lips, wrapping your hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly. "I want you just like this." you whisper, "Wild and uncontrolled."

You leaned down, flicking your tongue against the tip, tasting the precum that had gathered there.

Without warning, you took him into your mouth, your lips stretching wide to accommodate his size. Suguru's hips jerked off the bed, a loud curse escaping his lips as you took him deep.

"Fuck, Y/N!" he groaned, his hands gripping your hair, guiding you up and down his length. You gagged, tears streaming down your face, but you didn't stop. You wanted to make him lose control, to make him come undone just like he did to you.

You relaxed your throat, taking him deeper.

Suguru's moans grew louder, his grip on your hair became tighter as you sucked his dick harder and faster. You could feel him swelling in your mouth, and his movements were becoming more erratic.

"Y/N, I'm gonna cum." he warned, trying to pull you off him, but you refused to budge. You wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop of him.

With a final thrust, Suguru came, and his hot seed shooting into your mouth. You swallowed it all, your eyes watering as you continued to suck him until he was completely spent.

"Fuck." he panted, his body limp on the bed. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Wait... Have you been with anyone else since us?"

You shook your head, sitting up and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "No, I didn't. There was no one else after you, Suguru."

Suguru's eyes widened in surprise as he caught his breath. "Wait, you never...after us, you never..." he trailed off, looking at you in disbelief.

You crawled back up his body, straddling his hips again. "I just wanted tonight to be memorable for you." you admitted softly, looking into his eyes.

Suguru's expression softened, his hands cupping your face gently. He pulled you down into a tender kiss. And when he finally broke away, he whispered, "Let's make this night unforgettable, then."

Suguru, still catching his breath, suddenly flipped you over, pinning you underneath him. He looked down at you, his eyes burning with renewed desire. You gasped, surprised by his sudden movement, and looked down to find his cock still rock-hard and ready.

"One orgasm is not enough." he growled.

He captured your wrists, holding them above your head as he began to grind against you, his cock rubbing against your clit, making you moan. "I'm going to fuck you now, Y/N. Hard and fast. And you're going to take every inch of me. Is that okay with you?"

You bit your lip, nodding eagerly, your body already aching for more. Suguru lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly, letting you feel every inch of his dick. You gasped, your back arching as he filled you completely.

"Fuck!" Suguru hissed, his eyes rolling back as he bottomed out inside you. "You're so fucking tight!"

He started to move, his hips snapping forward, pulling back only to slam into you again. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he set a punishing pace.

"Suguru!" you cried out, your body rocking with each thrust. "Yes, just like that!"

He groaned, and his grip on your wrists tightened as he picked up the pace, the bed creaking loudly beneath you. "You feel too good, Y/N. Too fucking good!"

His hips pistoned in and out, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as you got closer and closer.

"Yes, Suguru! Yes!" you screamed, your body shaking as you teetered on the edge.

"Not yet, Y/N." he growled, slowing down his thrusts, drawing out your pleasure. "Not until I say so."

You whimpered, your body aching for release, but Suguru just smiled cruelly, continuing his torturous pace. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, along with your moans and cries of pleasure.

"Y/N." Suguru grunted, his voice strained. "I want us to cum together. Can you hold out a little longer?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. He released your wrists, his hands moving to your hips, lifting you slightly as he changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur.

"You feel incredible." he moaned, his pace picking up again. "I don't want this to end, but I can't hold back much longer."

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans. His thrusts became more urgent, more demanding, and you could feel your orgasm building again.

"Suguru." you gasped, breaking the kiss. "I'm close. So close."

"Together, Y/N." he panted, his eyes locked onto yours. "We'll cum together."

He reached between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. You cried out, your body tensing as your orgasm washed over you, pulling Suguru along with you.

"Fuck, Y/N!" he groaned, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, filling you with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of you, both of you gasping for breath.

After a moment, he rolled off you, pulling you into his arms. "Don't worry about anything," he murmured, kissing your forehead. "I'll take care of everything. I promise."

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End Of Chapter 18 🥀....

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[parrythisucasual]

What About Me? Ch. 2

Pairing: Jax x Reader (Romantic)

Sub-pairing: Gangle x Reader (Platonic) / Ragatha x Reader (Platonic)

TW: Bullying / Implied depression

Content: You get settled into your room and make a new friend.

Your bedroom was rather plain. A desk, a bed with white sheets, and a tacky poster of a kitten hanging from a tree. “Is this… supposed to mock me?” you ask with a raised brow. “Erm… not sure, exactly? Everyone’s room starts like this. You could always ask Caine to personalize it, or get the paint and do it yourself. Gangle is wonderful at drawing- she could make a poster or two if you asked,” Ragatha explained. 

You step into your room, running your fingers over the smooth wood of the desk, thinking, “I have a few ideas… for one, the blankets should be (F/C), not this boring white. I’ll need some desk ornaments, and a few posters too.” You envisioned the perfect room as you listed it. Ragatha smiled, “Well, I can run and tell Caine, if you’d like, you just get settled in,” she waved as she headed back up the hall, “if you need me, holler!”

You turn, settling onto the bed and taking a deep breath. This was crazy, impossible, even, but you were going to get through it. You could take it. You’ve been through worse. At least it’s better than a trip to the emergency room for a broken bone, right? No pain. And it isn’t as if your life before was something spectacular, in fact, it was the opposite. Weren't you now living about a million people’s dream right now? A new, fantastical place with new, interesting people?

“How’s it feelin’, whiney?” your head shot up. Jax was leaning against the doorway, his already typical smug grin plastered across his face. You roll your eyes, “Pretty good, actually, this is gonna be better than my life back home.” Your statement seemed to surprise him, his smile faltering a moment, before he retook the jerk persona, “Oh, yeah? If you’re sooo sure about that,” he shrugged and invited himself into your room, glazing around with disinterest, “I’m betting you won’t last a month. The tough ones crack first.”

Your lips twitch as you resist snapping at him, “Mm, well if you say so,” and lay back against your bed. You were determined to ignore his rather desperate cries for attention. You ran your fingers over the soft white quilt and sighed, relaxing yourself. 

Jax, on the other hand, was staring at you, eyebrow raised and a rather irked expression painted on his face. He narrowed his eyes, huffed, and left the room. This made you snort, he was acting like a toddler who was told “no.” Once he was out of earshot, you began to giggle out loud. His reaction was priceless. You were definitely going to ignore him like that permanently.

“Um… Ragatha told me you wanted a few p-posters?” a shy voice peeped. You glanced up, surprised that someone else appeared so quickly. You glanced up, seeing the ribbon-and-mask girl, then smiled a bit, “Oh, yeah. Gangle, right?” She nods and steps closer hesitantly, sniffing. Her ribbons were wrapped around a small stack of papers and ink liners.

“Oh, do you draw manga?” you ask without thinking. The ink liners were the kind you saw anime artists using all over the internet. Gangle nods, setting the stack of papers on your desk, “I don’t anymore, not really… Jax just makes fun of me for it. You frown, that familiar annoyance tingling in your gut, “Hey, just ignore him okay? He’s just a @#$%*,” your rather unpleasant name being censored by a cartoony boink. 

She nodded a bit, then lifted a sketching pencil, “Um… what did you want me to draw?” You think a moment, then smile, feeling a twinge of sibling-like love for the sorrowful girl, “How about you just draw? I’d like your art on my walls either way.” Gangle perked up a bit, “Anything?” “Anything.” She nodded and shyly began to sketch. You watched her doodle for a moment, then realized something.

“Weren’t you a comedy mask when I got here?” you inquire, wondering if it changed depending on her mood. “Oh… yeah, I was but… Jax took in in the hall…” she blinked and her tears fell, but new ones immediately formed, “I don’t know where he went with it…” So her mood depended on her mask, not the other way around.

You made a small growl, “I’ll go get it back,” you gently pat where her shoulder would have been, “just stay here, enjoy yourself, okay? Don’t worry.” She nods, and you walk out the door, “And Gangle?” you add on your way out, “if he tries to mess with you, just tell him you don’t care, okay? He wants a rise out of you.” And off you went, in search of the annoying purple rabbit. Oh boy, was he about to get an earful.

TAGGING TIME: @lostsoullover (my bestieeee) @dai-tsukki-desu

[fandomfics]

Different Tropes for Different Folks

A Tumblr Made Me Do It fic

Pairing: Deadpool/Wade Wilson x Mutant Pyrokenetic gn Reader

Description: Wade tries using different romance tropes he's seen on Tumblr to get his crush to notice him as more than just a friend.

Masterlist

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Italics are 4th wall breaks, violence, language, fluff

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*Wade Wilson dawning his well known Deadpool suit sits in a plush armchair in a library*

I have the most raging heart boner for you, reader. A heart-on if you will. This crush is actually emotionally crushing me. Maybe you're oblivious or just want me as a friend. I guess there's only one way to find out...Put you into every romance trope until I have my answer. Que the intro!

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You and Wade Wilson have been friends a long time, best friends in fact. You know every dirty little secret about each other, or so you think. Lately he's been acting weird, well... weirder than usual.

"Hey Wade, what's up?" You say as you walk into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

"Gotta mission for us, gonna be a doozy. Probably take weeks. Just you and me. On an island. With a bunch of other people."

"Okay," you draw out the word, "who's the target?."

"Some shit stain human trafficker, one of the higher ups, but we have to play the long game, get info on their base of operations."

"Sounds fun!"

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When you arrive to the the tropical island resort by boat the beautiful white sands and crystal clear waters draw you in, they're unlike anything you've seen in person before. You admire your surroundings as you walk down the dock, smelling the crisp clean air, feel the warmth of the sun on your skin.

"Oh yeah, we're married. Well fake married. I did a lot of research for this mission, and it's our best bet." Wade whispers.

You're stunned and unsure how to respond, so you thread your arm through his and continue to the resort.

"Checking in for the Wilsons." Wade says with a smile.

"Yes, three weeks in our honeymoon suite for the newlyweds! Congratulations!" The receptionist offers a smile back.

"You got those little do not disturb door hangers? We are definitely gonna need one of those if you know what I mean." He winks and the receptionists smile falters a bit before handing him the keys.

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"Oh my god Wade, this is gorgeous!" You exclaim looking around the spacious room. A breeze gently wafting through an open window blows the curtains into the room where a plush king sized canopy bed rests. On the other side of the large room is a living area with a couch.

"How did you afford this?"

"A Merc never reveals his secrets!" He replies with a wink. "I guess I'll take the couch." He looks at you waiting for you to say something.

"Okay!"

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It was not, in fact, okay. I guess I should have made sure there weren't couches in the room. Fuck. One bed trope, useless.

I read a fic where there were too many beds and they still confessed their love for each other! Next step is getting caught somewhere we're not supposed to be so we have to kiss.

Hehehe

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You spend the first few days casing the resort and making preparations for the arrival of your targets. At some point you find yourselves on the way out of the managers office when you're almost caught.

"Kiss me!" You whisper yell to Wade when you hear someone behind you in the hall. Without hesitation he pushes you against the wall and kisses you hard. You lean into it, making a show of it as the footsteps approach, Wade moves down your jaw to your neck to give you a better view. A Soft small moan escapes you when he hits your pulse point and you feel him smile into your neck as you slap your hand over your mouth.

His chuckle reverberates against your skin and you can feel his hands gently moving down your back and grabbing at your ass. Your hands hold the back of his head to keep him close as you keep an eye out for the owner of the footsteps. You feel him harden against you and his hips roll as he lets out his own soft moan in your ear, sending a wave of arousal through you.

"This is a restricted area, no guests allowed."

"Oh, shit! Sorry." You say breathily as you push Wade off of you and take his hand, running down the hallway with a giggle.

When you're finally out of earshot Wade speaks up, "Sounded to me like you enjoyed that. We should almost get caught more often."

You roll your eyes and laugh, "felt like you enjoyed it... I'm sure you could find someone to fuck around with while we're here if that's what you're looking for."

His face falls a bit, but his smile remains, "Can't do that Honey Bunny," he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer as you walk through the lobby, "we have to keep up appearances as newlyweds." He whispers.

A chill runs down your spine when you feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear. You've always loved Wade as a person, a friend. You've never thought of him as more though, never wondered what it would be like to be with him in that way. You certainly are now though.

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Okay, we're onto something here. Definitely need more opportunities for flustering. That little moan. HEAVENLY. I need to hear more of that.

We still have forced proximity, being emotionally vulnerable, maybe I can get myself captured so they are forced to confront their feelings for me. So many options, so little time.

I wonder if you'll hate me for all this later on...? Like when I tell you I did all this will we have a moment where you feel betrayed and I'll have to win you back. Or if I don't tell you and you find out through some other nefarious means like my mortal enemy trying to steal you away from me.

I mean, it's not like I'm lying to you, I'm just manipulating events to give me opportunities to woo you in unconventional ways. Eh, I bet you'll think it's a funny story.

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The following morning you sneak away to enjoy some time to yourself on the beach. As you watch the sunrise you hear footsteps behind you, glancing back you see Wade.

"You know, if you aren't going to use the bed to sleep in in the mornings, I will gladly take it..." He says stifling a yawn as he sits at your side.

"Why are you awake?"

"I heard you leave, you were loud as fuck stomping around like a god damn T-Rex!" His elbow nudges your side.

"Bullshit." You lean into him with a chuckle. "You could sleep through a hurricane."

"I...had a nightmare." He studies his hands, "couldn't go back to sleep. So figured I'd come find you so we can go pretend to be married at the spa. Couples massage?"

"you know you don't have to deflect every time. You can talk to me about these things, if you need to."

"No, it's fine." He gives you a half hearted laugh. "Already forgot about it."

"Must be bad if you don't feel like talking." You lean your head on his shoulder.

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Oh wait, fuck! This is my chance for emotional vulnerability!

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"You died and I couldn't do anything to stop it."

"Wade, I know that you would do anything in your power to keep me around even if it's just to annoy me another day. BFFFs. Couldn't get rid of me if you tried anyway." You squeeze his arm as you raise your eyes and see a look you can't quite place.

"Like I'd ever want to do that." You hold his gaze for a moment. You're drawn to the way he's looking at you, like he has so much to say but he's speechless. A fucking first.

Tension crackles in the small space between you until out of nowhere a frisbee nails Wade in the side of the head.

"Are you okay?" You say stifling a laugh.

Wade picks up the frisbee and flings it as far as he possibly can into the sea, "Hope you can swim asshole! My blind roommate has better aim then you, and she's a coke fiend!"

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Thanks to the teen with terrible aim and timing worse than Tommy Wiseau for the whole near-kiss-that-gets-interrupted thing. Not really what I was going for, but the lil shit head set that train in motion.

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A week later you've made friends with the wife of the target. Yourself and Wade have joined them for dinner, and the drinks are flowing freely.

"How did you two meet?" She probes.

"Well," Wade starts, "we both got hired for the same job. Kept yelling at me needing to fuck off, I wasn't the one getting paid for it. Yadda yadda yadda. Turns out it was a clerical error, and love at first sight." He looks into your eyes, and you swear you see nothing but sincerity before he wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your forehead. "You absolutely loathed me though, said I looked like I needed a hug from a bear...while covered in salmon chunks." He laughs.

You playfully bat at his chest, "Only a little bit." A smirk graces your face thinking back to your first encounter. "He saw how good I was and asked me to help with his next gig. The rest is history."

"History that involved me begging you to help me again and again just so I could be around you. You kept hurling those cute little insults at me too."

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"I think that went really well. Before you know it they're going to be inviting us to their suite for a party."

"And just how do you plan on making that happen Pookie?"

"Colombian Marching Powder."

"Oh, you naughty lil thing you! When Feige is away the mice will play!" He claps his hands excitedly.

"You did good at dinner by the way. Coming up with that on the fly."

"I just told em what actually happened. I've watched enough romcoms to know that the basis for any good fake marriage is the meet-cute. So it's gotta be something I'll remember. I came up with like five other options but they all involved tigers or Icelandic death metal bands and I was starting to-"

Suddenly pieces start to connect in your mind, "When you told me you did a lot of research for this mission you meant just watching a bunch of romcoms didn't you?"

"I also took an acting class." He says proudly ignoring your eye roll. "Patrick Dempsey's school for wayward actors."

"You're ridiculous."

"Yeah, but you love it!"

You hide your smile as you turn away, you do. You can't deny his off the wall behavior is what kept you hanging around Wade, never a dull moment.

"You don't have to keep sleeping on the couch... I'll share the bed with you. I better not wake up with you spooning me though."

"No promises!" He says taking a running leap onto the bed landing with a giggle.

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Quite an interesting lil development. Looks like hitting you with everything at once is working. Soon enough you'll realize-

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"Wade, why are you talking to yourself in the closet? Again." He lets out a little scream and covers his eyes with one hand as light floods the small space.

"Can't a guy talk dirty to himself while beating his meat in a dark closet in peace? Have some respect!"

You raise your hands in mock surrender, "okay, well I'm going to bed, good night you fucking weirdo."

"Oooh, I'll join!!

"Remember, no spooning!"

"Your loss really."

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"Psst....hey."

your eyes open slowly in the dark room, "hmm?"

"I know you said no spooning but this is nice."

You look down and realize that at some point in the night you've bundled yourself close behind him and thrown your arm over his side. You scramble away and turn onto your other side without a word.

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Another few days have passed and you've further ingratiated yourself with the target's wife. You've planned after dinner drinks in their room, and this is when you and Wade will strike.

After partying it up with the couple, a night of drinking and drugs that Wade actually partakes in and you pretend to partake in, you manage to chloroform them and tie them to chairs facing each other.

While they're out you and Wade search the room for for anything related to the trafficking ring, but come up with nothing.

"Guess we're gonna have to have a good ol torture sesh!"

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You hear a groan behind you as the target wakes up, "show time!" Wade hops up and stands between them facing the man.

"Mornin' punkin!" He flicks the man on the forehead and he flinches.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Deadpool," he says gesturing to the suit he dawned while they were out cold, "and this hot piece of ass, full pun intended, is my lover from the fire nation on a mission to find the avatar."

Both you and the target look to Wade in confusion before he continues. "Now, you're going to tell me all the dirty little details of your little ring or I'll start peeling your wife like an onion, and not in the sexy way."

"I swear I don't know what you're talking about about, please, just leave us alone." The man starts to sob as a wet spot forms at his crotch.

"Oh...you do not inspire fear as a leader should. Pookie, are you sure we got the right couple?"

Before you have a chance to speak the woman frantically pleads, "please, don't hurt us! I promise, we won't say anything, just let us go!"

"I don't think we got it wrong..." You chime in ignoring the woman. "Maybe he took the same acting class as you." You shrug.

"With a face like Hugh Jackman's, I would have remembered this stud." He finds their passports to confirm their identities. "Yup, these are them."

You move to stand next to the woman, extending your palm in front of you and igniting a flame the size of a softball. You watch it flicker as you speak. "Tell us what we want to know and we won't torture you...much."

"I need information on your base of operations."

"That's public information, it's a multi-million dollar retailer, you don't -"

"Not that dumbass, the trafficking ring." You bring the fire close to the woman's face, she's clearly far more composed in the face of the danger you're presenting her, "hmm, I think she's actually the target here."

Wade turns to see what you see, a stoic woman, no longer pleading, just waiting for what comes next.

"Shit. Family meeting!" Wade yells as he pulls you away from the couple, "We're gonna have to put a different spin on this. You stay here, I need to go get something."

He leaves the room and you're left with the whimpering man and his badass wife. You stand before the man, trying to determine if his wife loves him enough to tell you what you need to know to avoid him being harmed when you feel the prick of a knife at your throat.

"Fuck."

"You really should pat down your victims better."

"Wade's the one that does the groping, not me." You retort casually.

Just then the door swings open and Wade bursts in with a skimpy police costume over his suit and a boom box from the early 2000s playing If You Seek Amy by Brittany Spears.

"You know shes not really saying- ah, shit." The door closes behind him and he drops the boom box. "Alright, let's talk this out. This was all just a big elaborate stripper gram sent by your friends! For your anniversary!"

"Cut the bullshit," she says holding you firmly to her, "you move a muscle and this knife plunges right into-"

Shots ring out before you know what's happened and blood splatters across your face.

"Nope. Not happening." He reaches out a hand and you take it, "Let's go."

You manage to make it to the hallway and round the corner before you hear voices ahead. Wade ducks into a room marked employees only and you follow suit finding yourself in a cramped linen closet, chest to chest.

"Well this is cozy." He whispers as you grab a towel to wipe the blood from your face.

"Well, we wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't shot her!"

"She was going to murder you!" He whisper yells as he yanks off his mask.

"She was going to use me as leverage to get away and we could have followed her Wade."

"Not a risk I was willing to take."

You roll your eyes and go silent, listening to the commotion beyond the door. "We're gonna be here a while."

His arms wrap around you unexpectedly and he embraces you tightly. "You said you knew I'd do anything in my power to keep you around. So suck it up buttercup."

"Damn, you got me there." You say returning his embrace.

When you pull away as much as you can in the small Space you find the courage to ask something that's been on your mind, "when you said it was love at first sight...was that part... True?"

"Abso-fuckin-lutely Honey Bunny."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Because, as in any good romcom, I was a little bitch with insecurities. I look like the love child of a piece of pizza that fucked Freddy Krueger and then got pushed into a wood chipper."

"Just because you aren't conventionally attractive, doesn't mean I'm not drawn to you. I see more than just what's on the surface. I see someone that matches my freak in the best way possible." You stare deep into his eyes and pull his face to yours.

"Is this sexual tension? Did I find the right trope? Are we finally doing this?"

"Shut up and kiss me Wade!" He follows your orders immediately. The kiss is long and deep, full of years of desire that you didn't realize weighed so heavily on you. All this time the love you felt for him wasnt just that of a friend, it was more.

"Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?" You smile when you finally pull away.

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"To both."

"I will light you on fire Wade Winston Wilson"

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And that, dear reader, is how you realized you love me.

"I was there, it happened yesterday. Get out of the closet...and stop calling me reader!"

"Okay Hunny Bunny."

[vincentbriggs]

Good afternoon Mr.Briggs (if i may call you such) Been a fan of your content since 2019 and have loved to see you evolve over time with both your technique and skill. Have you ever done a video about men's breeches/pants? My beloved does a lot of plays/theater, and with the lovely shirt tutorial you've posted, I would love to at some point make him some breeches to go with it. I'm sure you have many ideas in the works, simply curious! Thank you so much for all the wonderful knowledge and style you've given us over the years 💖

On a similar note, are we allowed to make fanart of you? Some people aren't comfortable with receiving drawings of themselves so I wanted to ask.

Hello! Thank you! No, I have not yet made a video on breeches or pants, alas. (An easy fact to observe, since I've only made 13 videos so far!) But someday!

I have no idea when I'll get to it. It is on The List, but it's a very long list and breeches aren't a super high priority at the moment, so I doubt there'll be a breeches video for quite a while.

I think it fairly likely that I'll end up doing a fall front pants video before I get around to a breeches one, but I never can tell what will grab my attention first. I had planned on doing the shirt video two videos ago, but then buttonholes and striped gloves jumped up and said "Hey! What about us?"

Since I just finished the shirt tutorial, I feel like working on more fun and silly things for a while before I do another big video on a wardrobe basic. I'll want to film a lot of different pairs of pants for the pants one, so as to show a variety of different options for things.

(I'm working on another fairly short video right now, and am just about to start filming another one, but only the patrons know what they are! Or, they will when I do my monthly update post at the end of July. They already know what the other long term non-sewing video I'm picking away at is.)

Somehow I haven't made an in depth blog post about how I do pants or breeches either, alas! I've really been neglectful of my blogspot in recent years.

(I do have a blog post about how I do fall plackets though, which should be helpful.) (Also, Nicole Rudolph has a video on sewing breeches.)

Oh my, sure that's fine! I'd be quite flattered, thank you!!

[wachtelspinat]

Hey ! I’ve been seeing your art going around since your midnight crew stuff and I just recently stubble across your tumblr, thank to your beautiful overwatch art for our beloveds junkers ! I’ve been scrolling through your account and read about your experience of being a former graphic designer who is a doctor now. And damn. I can’t emphasize how much I admire you, especially as someone who is struggling really hard to choose between 2 careers paths ( with one of them being art related ). This is why I was wondering if you would be open to talk about how and why you switched from art to medecine ? Especially because most of the time I feel it happens more the other way around ? ( If it’s too personal just ignore this ask + sorry if you already talked about it before )

hey ! no worries, i don't expect ppl to scroll through my tumblr to find an answer for a question they might have. first of all thanks for your nice words, means a lot <3

i switched from art to medicine because my early 20-something-self was even more anxiety-ridden than my present-self, and being in art school and having to "perform" regularly was a nightmare. i'm talking about a time in which i was so scared of being perceived that i often skipped grocery shopping, just so i could avoid being around people. so like, pitching art related projects to peers and profs was eeh... especially because art is so personal oh my god. i still hate it when someone tries to sneak a peek while i'm drawing, makes me wanna throw my sketchbook and myself off the bridge. anyways so i always felt a 110% inadequate (plus i got a gf during that time who was so good to me and tried to get me out of my funk on multiple occasions (she was and still is an artist and has now a career as a freelancer and i'm rly proud of her) but i couldn't see that because i just compared the two of us all the time and sabotaged any attempt she made for having fun with drawing with her) that i sat down at some point and asked myself if i could do this any longer, and i came to the conclusion that no, it really kills me rn.

what made me go into the health sector? i don't even know anymore, i think it was a mixture of "i loved biology, esp. the human body in school" and "my mum is an icu nurse and talks a lot about hospitals, maybe i should check it out"... it was not a well thought through decision, which is so funny because studying medicine was a hell of a meatgrinder ride (also my anxiety and self hatred? still there, but now i wasn't judged anymore because of my art but instead being called a dumb idiot collectively with all the other students because nobody likes med students) and for some reason i was able to get through that despite it not being my passion at all, but i couldn't stand up for myself in art school. i don't even know if i could work through it nowadays, but the good thing is i don't have to ask myself this question anymore, because being a doctor pays the bills, and ever since i left art school i was able to just draw without consequence. which is nice to a degree, my artistic output is not tied to the means of generating money. on the other hand... idk, in another life with more confidence and less worries, i'd love to be some sort of character designer T_T

so yeah that's basically it. at some times i cherished my career decisions, at other times i regretted them deeply, worst thing is i know it has a lot to do with personality, but the fact that we can't change who we are with a blink of an eye gives me the framework to think that the path i took was ok. as in. things happened for a reason and maybe i'm just not cut out for that kind of work. you have to be aware of the conditions of a job to decide if you are up for it. because being an artist doesn't end with "just draw". i myself had an unrealistic view of the job back then too. and the fact that i could not seperate between personal aspects and "doing a job here" was crucial.

yeah, idk if this is helpful at all. i think the one thing that is super important here is to have a realistic view on the conditions of work you are about to head into, and i know this is mostly very difficult to aquire. because unless you really work in a sector there is often no way to fully grasp the situations you can find yourself in (this applied for me also in the health sector, which made me fall into a depression a year ago, but what do you do after you spent 6 years of studying :') ). doing internships and just trying to get to know a lot of things really helps. and - idk how old you are, but if you're really young: it's ok to switch careers at some point. it's even ok to do so when you are older (trying to end on a positive note here because it feels like i just said a lot of depressing things... like don't get me wrong i like my job, the conditions are just fucked up, and again my personality prevents me from switching again but it's also not that easy in germany, BUT it's a valid thing to do, being versatile is good! just... make sure you don't end up with a job that you absolutely hate because that kills it all)

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Thinking about Us... | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Thinking about You part two <3 Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook Word Count: 2.1k~ Author’s note: The proposal requested by @jeonsrv hope you like it! Read Thinking about You for more context~

'Finally' I say to myself dragging out the last syllable feeling so thankful to be home. I pull out my phone to see how far the ride that I had scheduled is from the airport and before I can even open the app I receive a text from you. 

'Hey handsome I hope you're not working too hard. I'm going out for a girls day with some of my friends so I'll probably be busy until later on tonight but I just wanted you to know that I miss you and I love you and I can't wait for you to come home x'

I can't help but smile at how adorable you are and I send a quick response telling you to be safe and have fun.

'I'll be home before you know it love! I love you and miss you too' I finish and see the notification pop up that my ride is here. 

Opening the door to our home I'm greeted by the feeling of Bam almost tackling me to the floor. "Hi buddy hi! Yes I know I missed you too? Mommy isn't home right?" I question him like I expect him to give me an answer. "Good, because you've gotta help me game plan so we can figure out how to ask mommy to marry me" I say smiling at the thought of being able to truly call you mine. "Mr. and Mrs. Jeon Jungkook, has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" I say to him as I start to walk over to our bedroom. 

"Okay Bam" I say sitting down on the edge of the bed. "You got any ideas" to which he just responds with a tilt of his head. "Yeah me too" I say feeling a bit nervous at the fact that I don't have anything planned yet. "I want to do it tonight because if I have to hold onto this ring any longer she might end up seeing it you know?" he watches and listens even though I know he has absolutely no idea what I'm saying.

"You know you're a really good listener right?" I say getting up and walking over to get the ring. "You wanna see the ring Bam?" I say and pull it out to show him. He sniffs it a few times and looks up at me with clear confusion as to what he's supposed to do with it. "Do you think mommy is gonna like the ring? Huh? What do you think?" I say starting to baby him and get down on the floor to wrestle around with him knowing that he loves it. 

After playing with Bam for a bit I decide to sit down and really plan this out. You would think I would've thought of this a long time ago but I guess I've been so focused on trying to figure out how to get the ring home that I couldn't think of anything else. I flop back down onto the bed, wracking my brain for things that you might like. 'Maybe a trip to the coast? Nah, too far. A walk in the park? No, too simple. An expensive meal? Too extravagant' I say to myself.

I know you, I know that you prefer life being more simple and that you're not a huge fan of the glitz and the glamor. I want to do this right though, you deserve to have a beautiful, well thought out proposal. I close my eyes for a second to think and before I'm even able to take a deep breath I hear my phone start to ring.

"Hello?" I answer curious to see who this unknown number might be. 

"Hey, JK!"

"Oh it's you, who's phone are you calling from?" I question my best friend Jimin.

"What kind of greeting is that? To answer your question I'm calling from my work phone, my other one... well that's not important now. What is important is the fact that you still haven't told me what you're doing for the proposal. Did you get the ring already?" he questions like the nosy and inquisitive person that he is. 

"Yes hyung I got the ring but now that I have it I feel like I'm drawing a blank. I have been so focused on just getting the ring that I didn't give myself time to think about how to propose" I admit. "You got any ideas?" I question cringing at the fact that I'm asking him for help. 

"Well how about a family get together or something? Or like a picnic, or maybe a nature walk! You know, take her up to the mountains to see a beautiful view and then ask her there" he says listing off some new ideas. 

"No I don't think she would like anything like that, she hates hiking and we would be all sweaty, gross and tired. I don't think that's how she would like to remember our proposal" I say laughing at his creative but not so fun ideas.

"Well what does she like? What did you guys do on your first date? That might give you an idea, like what made her want to say yes to a second date?" he offers up and I have to take a second to pause and reflect back on that time when we were so young. 

3 years ago...

"I'm telling you man I think she's super into you! She saw us hanging out at my parent's house last weekend and the next time she saw me she came straight up to ask me about you. I told her that I could set you two up and you should've seen the way her eyes lit up like I promise she's into you. Plus she and Jina have been friends for ages and she's a really cool girl. I think you guys would be really good together" he finishes and I can hear the muffled sounds of another voice and then someone else comes to the phone. 

"Jungkook hey it's Jina, she really really likes you and I know you're a good guy and I wouldn't trust her with anyone else. That being said if you hurt her I swea-" she gets cut off by what I can assume is Jimin ripping the phone out of her hand.

"Yeah yeah we know Jina just go tell he to get ready for their date tomorrow" he says brushing her off and I can hear her run out of his room after what I can assume is her slapping Jimin upside the head. "Aish this girl" he mumbles before coming back to me.

"I never said I would take her out" I say with an amused tone knowing that I am in fact taking her out since I had planned to ask her a while ago anyways. 

"Whatever just pick her up from her house tomorrow at 6 okay? I'll text you her address" I agree and we end the phone call there and I can't help but smile not only at their sibling antics but also at the fact that I'll be able to see you again. 

Flashback over 

Coming back to my current conversation with Jimin I tell him all the details that I can remember from our first date and he helps me plan everything out.

"You really think this is gonna work? Do you think she'll say yes?" I question since I can't help but start to doubt myself as the time gets closer. 

"She loves you Jungkook, more than you know. I'm sure she'll say yes" he says hoping to reassure me. 

"Okay well I guess here goes nothing. Thanks for your help hyung" I say bidding him adieu.

"Anytime, let me know how things go alright?" I agree and we end the call there. 

After making a few calls and also asking Jina to help me convince you to come home early, I make my way to Lotte World. I set up some clues and instructions all through out the apartment so I hope you'll take the bait. Ones that said things such as 'Come and find me at the place that started the first day to our forever' as well as a outfit that I labeled with 'Wear me' that is similar to the outfit you wore when we first met on that summer night. You looked so gorgeous and so kind that something in me knew I needed to get to know you. Call me a hopeless romantic but I think I knew deep down that you would be the woman I would marry someday. I just hope that you feel the same way about me. 

I sent a quick text to Jina to tell you to talk to the people at the front gates and to give them your name so they can give you your ticket along with the note reading 'Where I first held your hand in mine is where you will seek and soon my love you will find...'

I wait around near the ice skating rink and soon feel butterflies in my stomach as I see you start to walk my way, still not having seen me. You look just as beautiful as you did 3 years ago, I don't know how I got so lucky finding a woman like you that understands me and listens to me and helps me become a better man. I just hope that I can continue to be that man that always betters himself so I can be worthy of your love and trust. 

Walking up from behind I place my hands over your eyes and whisper "Guess who?" You play into it and list off a few of your favorite actors and idols until I finally get sick of making you guess and place my hands on your hips and spin you around towards me and press a chaste kiss on your lips. 

"God I missed you" I say just loud enough for you to hear. "Me too, so so much. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home when we were on the phone last night?" you say with a slight tilt of your head. "Because I wanted to surprise you! Did it work?" I say giving you my best bunny smile. "Yes of course you did! I thought I was going to have to wait a few more days but I'm thankful you're home, safe and sound" you say cupping one of my cheeks and I lean into your touch and place a kiss on your wrist. "So what's all of this for?" you say laughing at the whole charade I put you though. "I told you I had a surprise for you didn't I?" I say laughing at your slightly confused face. Why do you have to look so adorable all the time? I swear you'll be the death of me some day. 

"Your surprise was to recreate our first date?" you say blushing a bit at the thought. "I know I haven't been able to spend a lot of time with you lately and I feel terrible about it, so I wanted to take us back to the night we truly met and spent time with each other. Growing up hasn't been easy for us and juggling my career has been a struggle in itself but I just want to remind you that you are so so loved by me. You are the closest person to my heart and I couldn't imagine anyone else that I would want to spend my life with. It's you, it's always been you and it always will be you. So..." I start and get down on one knee. I see both of your hands go to cover your mouth, surprised and I hope excited for this moment. "will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" I say and pull out the ring while my eyes start to gloss over with tears. I see you nod your head up and down a few times before responding "Yes, oh my God yes! Yes Jungkook a thousand times yes!" You say and come down to my level and kiss me with all that you've got while tears stream down your cheeks. 

We break apart for a moment and stand up so I can place the ring on your finger and we're soon startled as the crowd of people around us starts to cheer. "Does this mean I get to call you Mrs. Jeon now?" I say with a smile, "Slow down tiger we've gotta wait until the I do's for that" you say and give me a sweet but short lived kiss. "Well I do, Do you?" I say lighting up at the smile on your face. "I do".

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Hey,

First off glad you're enjoying my spin on your Jauniper (FINALLY SPELLED IT RIGHT!)... but I have a few questions...

You've mention Jauniper is about the size of a horse, so that should put his weight around 900 to 1,200 pounds IF he was well fed. So can assume he's weighing in around say 600-800 lbs in his pre-Haven days? Or should it be less?

2. Obviously he has claws on his hind and forelimbs. What about his hands? Does he have rabbit-like claws on his fingers?

3. I've been assuming Jauniper can move as the speed of a hare/rabbit (which is about 45 mph) and can jump a similar distance (10-12 ft and up to 10 ft high)... of course I'm using the exceptions for North American Hare/Rabbit varieties. Do these fall in line with your vision of the "Hares Breadth Au"?

3. I'm thinking of doing a couple more "shorts" and was wondering if I can use a couple of your Jauniper illustrations for the collection page.

Again thank you for letting me have some fun with your AU. It is really interesting, and look forward to more stories and info dumps.

Oh hello!! Question and answer time :]

1. When he’s well fed, he actually weighs around 700-1000 pounds, more wild horse weight than thoroughbred. Only the muscles he needs to live, not extra ones for work/racing. That’s how I’m factoring in the fact that he’s a rabbit, not actually a horse

So pre-Haven he’d probably be hovering around 500. If it wasn’t for the significant bunny fluff, he’d look pretty emaciated

2. He does have little rabbit claws on his hands! I’ve been drawing them that way at least. Once he’s back in civilization he keeps them filed to keep from cutting people accidentally. Not filed all the way gone, just blunt. Obviously, they’re quite sharp before he reaches Mistral with the others

3. Those speeds, but the jumps are different He probably can jump 6-8 feet forward, and he can’t jump NEARLY that high. Rabbits can jump that high cause they weight like eight pounds. Jauniper weighs more than 500. So yeah, he can jump higher than a human because he’s built different, but he can’t jump ten feet into the air

Most of his “stats” I’m basing off of wild horses, because based on how CRWBY designed Juniper, her anatomy is more similar to a horse’s than a rabbit’s. So her speed, weight, etc. would be comparable

4. Sure! Go ahead and use one of the pieces, granted you credit me properly (link to the original piece, tag me, etc.)

Can’t wait to see what else you do!

[jessicas-pi]

DIRECTOR'S CUT ON COMMIT TO THE BIT but only like the first two chapters i am so far behind 😭

girl I wish I had been as productive as you think i've been 😭 there's only two chapters so far-

(But, hey, good news! Chapter three is verging ever closer to probably being done! And it's only taken me about... eight months... hahaha *dies on the inside*)

Anyway, i'll do what I did with the other ask and just go through it and talk about stuff!

Okay, so this fic was originally called "The Con" because it involved winning a lot more bets via subterfuge and holding hands. That changed and so I renamed it!

Oh yeah! And so, this fic was partly inspired by the song Summer Nights from Grease, where the guys and girls are enthusiastically listening to completely different stories of the same event. I flipped it around so they had completely different reactions to the same story and Sabine and Ezra were very UNenthusiastic and that was what the scenes with their friends were based on!

Aylan (the vostress kid) definitely heard some obitine stories from his dad and finds the parallels very amusing.

I know i've said it a few times before, but it always delights me to mention that the three Togruta sisters (Chisica, Am-lee, and Khenna) are based on me and my sisters.

OHHH fun fact! Originally the conversation where they split up the profits from the bet and the conversation where Sabine brought up fake-dating were two different conversations! The first one was as-is in the fic, but the other one happened like a week later when Sabine was hanging out in a tree coral with some of the girls and watching Ezra doing lightsaber forms and maybe drawing him shirtless a little bit and they hype her up to "ask him out again" and she goes over and interrupts him and they end up having the fake-dating idea conversation while he's not wearing a shirt and she's blatantly checking him out (and at one point actually half-reaches-out to touch his abs before she catches herself) and he's just "????" the whole time. It was funny, but I decided it was too early in the (fake) relationship for her to be so obvious about it, and I needed Fenn Rau to overhear the conversation and that was easier if they were on the Ghost, so I combined the scenes.

Oh also! Originally, both Vinn AND Tarik were gonna get kicked out of the friend group for being nasty but then I decided to make Tarik less nasty and give him a redemption arc.

ok, reading on, la de da...

The post-stargazing scene! So, I had to keep dialing things back because my shippy writer brain was moving their relationship ahead WAY faster than it was supposed to go. For example, in this scene, originally, they were going to share Sabine's bunk and definitely not cuddle or anything, it won't be weird at all, but again--just too soon. I made up for it with excessive cuddles in the end of the chapter & in chapter 2.

KATKA CAMEO!! Ok so for those who don't know---katka is an OC from my Teenage Rebellion AU. She's Gar Saxon's niece but she's utter sweetness (with a slight twist of crazy) and totally on board to stick it to the Empire. In the TRAU, she also has a massive raging crush on Ezra (albeit an Inquisitor iteration of him), so when I needed a random character to be envious of Sabine here, I figured I'd reuse her lol.

Oh yeah! Another condensed scene! Where she tells him about the Mandalorian ways of saying "I love you" and where she asks him to fake marry her used to be two different scenes! Like with the other one, I added the second one to the first. I went through a few versions of the fake-marriage-proposal, including one where Aylan came along with Ezra to Mandalore and was the one to suggest they tie the knot, apparently unaware it's all fake (but actually 100% aware it's all fake because his psychometry revealed it)

not to brag or anything but "Ezra did not regret fake-marrying into money" is one of my favorite lines i've ever written.

(btw, I still crack up when I remember that in your comment on chapter 1, you called Ezra a repressed victorian maiden for panicking over being able to see sabine's arms and legs. and I think everyone should know that You Are Right, Ezra Is A Repressed Victorian Maiden.)

OK ON TO CHAPTER 2!

i had so much fun with this chapter because they're both full to bursting with love for each other and neither of them will admit it until the last possible moment. I think that might actually be why Chapter 3 is taking so long--they're not hiding their feelings anymore so there's no more poetic internal monologues about how much they adore each other lol

Ah yeah on the topic of repressed feelings--the line "Kanan is fairly sure it’ll take at least five years and possibly a child for Sabine to admit that she’s actually in love with her husband" was supposed to actually be what happened. Sabine and Ezra were going to go on pretending the marriage was fake for years and finally one night when they were cuddled up, Sabine blurted out that she was in love with him and he was like "Yeah. I know." and she was like "wait what?? how did you know?? I was so subtle about my feelings!!" and he was like "Sabine, you kissed me good-night ten minutes ago. you're constantly calling me extremely romantic pet names in mando'a. we have two children and only one of them is adopted. your feelings are about as subtle as a paint bomb to the face." and she was just like "....oh." and then that was the end of the story! BUUUUT then I decided to do a love confession during the Lothal arc, and that led to the... surprise... at the end of chapter 2, which led to there needing to be a THIRD chapter!

OH HAHA OK MORE FUNNY STUFF. So the part with sabine's nightmare that leads to the "two besties chilling in a bathtub...?" scene was ALSO split up into two different events! I've been thinking about doing some edits of both chapters of CttB because I didn't really stop to edit either of them before posting (and a good chunk of chapter 2 was literally written the day before I posted it), which I mention because I was considering reverting the two scenes back to their original versions because the og tub scene was pretty funny. It's hard to describe in brief words, but basically... yeah it's too hard to describe, just take my word for it, it was pretty funny. (it involved Ezra singing along to We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together with a shampoo bottle for a microphone and Tristan playing a petty revenge prank that goes sideways.)

The cut between Ezra worrying about Sabine being upset about his feelings for her and thinking "what would she think if she knew??", and sabine's pov opening with "Sabine can't stop thinking about kissing his stupid face" never fails to make me snicker.

Oh hey I just got to the thrawn pov and that reminds me. at one point I was thinking about having a scene including Ezra and Thrawn's conversation aboard the Chimaera and thrawn REAAAALLLY pushes his buttons about Sabine, using the information that he figured out about their marriage. Actually, if I do that edit, I might write that scene.

Poor Hera--she keeps unintentionally being responsible for all of the sabezra relationship development lol.

OOH SOMETHING ELSE! So, originally, the love confession was WAY different. First of all, it wasn't in their room--it was in one of the caves. Sabine still went looking for Ezra, but she found him by following a Loth-wolf. And he actually confessed his feelings first! In this version, he was afraid he was going to die and impulsively blurted out that he loved her. Then he got nervous and started rambling a little and she shut him up with a kiss. But I changed it--I wanted her to be the one to take the leap and 'fess up, and if I set it in her room, I could have the funny Ketsu scene afterwards.

And then True Love's Kiss woke someone else up! (aka kanan got yoinked out of his comatose state by telepathic TMI)

oh yeah and to anyone wondering, that "another dawn breaks" line from the Kanera scene was ABSOLUTELY a reference to A New Dawn.

Oh and that Ketsu scene---that was actually a scene I saved and reused after cutting it from a different WIP of mine! There were two variations--the one I ended up using, and one where she accidentally interrupts the very first kiss and they're both like "OH COME ON!" because they've been waiting for this moment FOREVER and like ten seconds in, it gets interrupted, and Ezra decides that, darn it, he's been waiting for this for so long, he's not going to wait any longer! and he just pulls Sabine right back into the kiss and uses the Force to shut the door in Ketsu's face. I did this version so that I could include dialogue!

I'm just now realizing that I actually skipped over the entirety of Family Reunion and Farewell, I went straight from Jedi Night to Happy-Ever-After. But in my defense, plot-relevant episodes don't matter much when it comes to crack fix-it fics.

And... I think that's all my thoughts I have on this! Thank you for the ask!! :)

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[foxofninetales]

Unlearn the Way of Being Strangers by afrikate, cryptive, fox_of_nine_tales, frith_in_thorns, Hils, Merinnan, mimosaeyes, MountainRose, Onmyo-Jin (silvercolour), rainisfallingdown, WindStainedDreams

Fandom: DMBJ | The Grave Robber’s Chronicles and related fandoms

Relationship: Hei Xiazi/Liu Sang/Xie Yuchen

Rating: Teen

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Post-Canon, canon-typical tomb creatures, Injury, Caretaking, Mind Control, Tentacles but not like that

Summary:

Having finally regained his hearing and his health after his Thunder City adventures with the Iron Triangle, Liu Sang is looking forward to a new contract with a new employer. With Xie Yuchen's reputation for competence and the resources he has to draw on, this should be a smooth, professional tomb raid that gives Liu Sang a chance to showcase his skills. What could go wrong? Well, for starters, Hei Xiazi is there.

Excerpt:

Liu Sang wiped his nose irritably; if there was some sort of hyper-allergenic mold down here he was going to be livid–

Oh. His fingers and the back of his knuckles were smeared with something dark, and a flash from his flashlight lit it up bright, virulent red.

"Oh fuck, uhh–" he had tissues somewhere, right? Shit, he’d emptied his pockets when he got doused…

"Use this," Xie-ye said, handing him... was that silk? Definitely too nice a handkerchief to bring into a tomb – unless, apparently, your name was Xie Yuchen. "What happened?

"Nothing," Liu Sang said, reluctantly taking the handkerchief. It really was far too nice to get bloodstains all over it, but it seemed it was that or nothing. "No, really," he added as he held the handkerchief to his nose, catching Xie Yuchen's sceptical look. "I didn't hit it, or smell anything, or get anything in my face, or anything like that. It just started bleeding." He shrugged. "It's just a nosebleed. They happen."

“Did you hear anything before it started bleeding?” Hei Xiazi had materialised next to him, holding up some more standard paper tissues.

That triggered a niggling in Liu Sang's mind. There was something he was supposed to do. He shook his head to try to clear it. The door was open. Right. He needed to map the mechanism he could hear.

"Hey, did you hear me?" Hei Xiazi asked, putting something in his hand. What had he said before? Something about listening?

"I'm listening, the floor's hollow–"

"I'm asking you about the bells, Sangsang," he repeated. "Stop listening, put your white noise in."

There were people on all sides now, the medic, and Mop, and Xie Yuchen was touching his shoulder, and they all had nice, solid heartbeats that he didn't want to stop hearing, actually. "No, no, I'm listening–"

There were suddenly too many hands on him. He felt claustrophobic. He tried to bat them away but they kept coming back. Someone forced his earphones in his ears and turned up the white noise, and suddenly the world felt bleak, like he had lost something precious. He needed to listen. Why didn't they understand?

He tasted some warm and salty on his tongue and his knees hurt – had he fallen? Where was the music?

He tried to get up again, but someone had a hand on his shoulder and he just couldn't get the leverage. Warm, sticky, salty, unswallowable something filled the back of his throat and he was going to choke, off, off, get off–

He heaved over onto his side and coughed, violently enough that his ribs ached. In the harsh light-and-shadow, the ground misted red in front of him.

Commentary:  

This fic came about over on the Yucun Discord when Jin suggested cooperatively group-writing a fic just for the fun of it. Well, you can't go wrong with that DMBJ standard, the tomb crawl, and all of us are whump enthusiasts (in fact , I think most of the authors still lovingly refer to this by its working title, Tomb of Whump) so we set out to make our boys suffer and see where the plot took us. Nine months, 176k words, and a whole lot of hurt and comfort later, the entire fic is available to read on AO3!

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