#title; hook line and sinker

[boundtoletters]

📖 books i read in 2023: hook, line and sinker by tessa bailey

“I didn’t know what right felt like until you.”

[rusquared]

ok so i have been spending an unhealthy amount of time on a language learning app (i cant really recommend it much lmao). and i just now find out that "전지적 [ ] 시점" (Omniscient [ ]'s Viewpoint) is a popular Korean phrase? like well-used even if not as much now?

and that really surprised me cause I'd only ever heard that phrase in the ORV title. so now i really need someone fluent in korean to tell me. is ORV's korean title really cliched? does it give the vibe of a cliche action story? cause that would be so funny and actually really accurate to the story.

[laurenfoxmakesthings]

I always made the joke that the universe had missed an opportunity...a film adaptation of The Bacchae starring David Bowie as Dionysus. This isn't that, but still...

No one told me there was a film/play that was PRETTY DAMN CLOSE.

[skymantle]

not to be cringe on main but just read a fic so good i started making this face irl

[rolanslide]

Listen. last year for April Fools a guy made a book review of the book The Room (2003) was based on. No, The Room was not adapted from a book. But I think if we all band together we can convince people it was. Goncharov pt. 2 electric roomaloo

[stil-lindigo]

Comics Masterpost (organised by collection)

Please heed relevant content warnings on each post. Completed collections have physical and digital copies available for purchase on my store.

Soliloquy Down to Three [COMPLETED]

Soliloquy down to Three is an anthology of dark sapphic comics, all of which are a mix of both old and new inspiration. Its title is a line from 'craters', indicating that the phrase "I love you" manages to fit a whole monologue worth of feeling into three words.

The compiled version contains exclusive illustrations for each couple, as well as a secret ending to 'craters'.

1. fishing twine 2. hook, line and sinker (sequel to 'fishing twine) cw: suggestive imagery 3. RED cw: suggestive imagery, blood, murder with an axe 4. RED - epilogue cw: blood 5. patchwork canary cw: mouth + neck mutilation, blood 6. craters cw: implications of suicide

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10PM [COMPLETED]

10pm is a collection of introspective comics that covers feelings of aimlessness, alienation and finding joy in creativity again. Its full title is "It's 10pm. Do you know who you are?" which is a twist on the old PSAs that used to play on American TVs reminding parents to check up on their children.

1. the parade

2. the elevator

3. the machine

4. the candle

5. the stone

6. the dredger

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Hearteaters [COMPLETED]

Heart-eaters is an anthology about the ugliest, gory-est, most heartfelt and most brutal parts of love. Sitting at a whopping 180 pages, Heart-eaters is the longest anthology I've made yet, and took over a year to finish in full.

The compiled books available for purchase on my store contain an exclusive joint-comic to "Shallow Grave" and poem named "Laozi's bowl", as well as 9 original full-page art splashes unique to their assigned stories.

1. the sunset cw: gun violence, death, blood 2. the calamity cw: eye scarring, blood, eye mutilation, gore (minimal) 3. seeing clearer (epilogue to 'the calamity') cw: biblical references 4. shallow grave cw: gravestone imagery 5. bite of winter (joint comic to 'scorched earth') cw: gore, blood, death, cannibalism, dismemberment 6. scorched earth (joint comic to 'bite of winter') cw: blood, death, burning alive, beheading 7. ashes to ashes (prequel comic to 'scorched earth') 8. little dove (prequel comic to 'scorched earth') 9. warmth 10. the fox god cw: emotional manipulation, animal abuse 11. the fields cw: blood, animal death, mild gore and blood

[exilepurify]

post-s3 mob (specifically) really enjoys pro-wrestling but absolutely refuses to believe that it’s all pre-produced and planned out, so he gets very legitimately upset whenever one of the wrestlers he likes makes a heel turn. Like genuine betrayal and disbelief in that poor boy’s eyes. One of the wrestlers, after winning a team title, becomes very predictably possessive over the trophy and starts saying canned anime villain lines and declares his partner his eternal enemy (will be resolved in one month TOPS) and Mob buys into it so fucking hard, hook line and sinker, because he’s completely accustomed to very strange adult men with god complexes doing villain monologues at him and being 100% serious about it.

[aroaceleovaldez]

im really not a fan of Rick's recent trend of recycling bits of his writing that got a good reaction the first time and acting as if that's a valid substitute for. actually bothering to write something original a second time around. It's clearly just there as a callback and nothing more.

It's "Nico's rage exploded" and "Percy's rage exploded" with the exact same paragraph formatting. It's CoTG having titles like "My Singing Makes Things Worse, and Everyone Is Totally Shocked" (reference to TLO, when Percy says he thinks his singing would cause an avalanche) or "Pretty Much the Best Good-Night Kiss Ever" (reference to TLO "Pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time") or any other number of near word-for-word references to the first series. It's Nico calling Percy "seaweed brain" in Un Natale Mezzosangue (when Percy says in TTC that anybody but Annabeth calling him that is a major offense). It's Nico and Will falling into Tartarus in TSATS word-for-word referencing Percy and Annabeth in House of Hades, despite it not making any sense for their characters (and otherwise being written as Percabeth 2™). It's the show making huge changes but keeping random "fan-favorite references" (mostly overusing "seaweed brain" and "wise girl" and emphasizing percabeth) only because they're popular in-jokes and considering that a faithful enough adaptation to market it heavily as such. It's lazy writing.

And it's a disservice to the series and to the audience, because it clearly shows Rick doesn't have original ideas anymore (though given all his writing is heavily derivative to begin with, it begs the question how much was original in the first place and how much he has difficulty when he doesn't have a structured mythological plot to work from) and that there is an expectation that the audience will just sit down and accept that behavior hook-line-and-sinker. Everything recently is clearly such lip-service to the audience, either in retcons that are overt speaking-to-camera acknowledgements of things he's been criticized on or wink-wink-nudge-nudges of community in-jokes that have no business in the actual text (see: over-use of ship names in canon). Especially since Rick tends to be about 5 years behind on the fandom uptake. It's just so disappointing to see.

[btsgotjams27]

fool for you | jjk

When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 1.8k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: fluff, light angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, language, mentions of cheating, soft boyfriend vibes jungkook (yes, it's a warning), hand holding, kissing

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ part two

While you were idly scrolling through Netflix, your roommate and best friend, Lyla raced into the room. You jumped back in response to her sudden arrival and banged your head on the hanging fairy lights strung along your wall.

"Babe! Get the fuck up! It's your time to shine." She ran to the closet, rummaging through her things, looking for something.

You sat up, confused, pausing your scrolling through Netflix. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Jungkook and Jieun! J-squared. They broke up, and she cheated on him!" Lyla turned to you, grinning at the last bit she spat out.

Jieun cheated on Jungkook? Who would cheat him? He's the complete package, the one to ruin you for the next guy and every girl's ideal partner. You were bewildered that she thought someone else was better than Jungkook. What a fool, you thought.

You'd had a crush on him for months, and now that he was finally available, you had the chance to make a good impression. You were surprised to learn that he had been seeing the cheerleading squad captain, Jieun, for almost a year. Nevertheless, you weren't going to pursue a person in a relationship.

Lyla, the melodrama queen, devised a plan to help you. Were you even ready for a relationship? Was he? He just got out of a relationship. Indeed he wasn't even close to being ready to date again. And you weren't looking to be someone's rebound. So, you weren't sure why Lyla became adamant about you making a move right this second.

Lyla tossed the white cable-knit sweater and mustard-colored skirt she had just pulled across your lap. “Babe, the row of girls outside his dorm room will take your shot if you don't!” She kept glaring at you and the pile of clothing on your lap, telling you to change immediately.

From what you've heard, Jungkook was the kind of person who was constantly dating. A girl was ready to come in when the first one ended. You would assume that now was your turn because there was girl after girl watching and waiting for their chance to strike.

But it was now or never. What did you have to lose? Him saying no or ignoring you? Pfft--you've had worse happen.

So you plucked up the confidence, exhaled, and decided to dive in. Time to feast.

You scoured the dripping, wet campus to see if he was walking from his English class back to his dorm. You blame Lyla, who dug up all the dirt on him. She claimed that you needed an upper hand to everything Jeon Jungkook.

Right on schedule. His English class was released and now was your chance. You hesitated momentarily, but Lyla patted your ass to encourage you. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

Even from the back, he had a soft and cuddly appearance. The perm he got a few months ago was starting to grow out, so perhaps that was the cause, along with his furry brown overcoat.

You quickly approached the cute, cuddly boy wearing a brown jacket. “Hi—I'm so sorry to bother you..." The cute boy you've been crushing on peered at you with his big doe eyes, and fuck–he was wearing those clear, transparent glasses you loved so much. You kept following his speed as he held out his transparent umbrella. "...this is kind of stupid and weird, but we're about to pass my ex, and I was wondering if you hold my hand so I can make him jealous."

You were certain he would refuse you and make you look like a fucking idiot as his eyes narrowed. But he held his right hand while switching the umbrella to his other hand. "Where is he?" Looking around to see who you were referring to.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You didn't imagine he'd fall for the ruse; instead, you anticipated that he would give you a crazy look before walking away. As you saw this plan unfold, you turned to look at Lyla, squirming excitedly in place.

"He's over there." Funny enough, when you and Jungkook pointed at a random ass on campus, the man knit his eyebrows in confusion.

"You gonna take my hand or...?"

"Right..." You completely forgot he was reaching out his hand for yours. Your hand was entwined with his and was everything you had hoped for. Large, warm, and inviting. To your surprise, he took your hand and held it against his chest before raising it to kiss the back of your hand.

Oh god—his lips were so soft. This was pure agony for you. You tried to hide your smile by looking away from him. The thought of his lips on your skin caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter. Lyla's ridiculous plan worked.

You two walked silently for a few more minutes until you arrived at the library. You let go of Jungkook's hand, although you thought yours fit perfectly in his.

You took a few steps up and turned around to face him. "Thank you," you mumbled, your gaze drawn to your semi-soaked boots rather than his.

Jungkook laughed at your timidity after being so bold. "Do you need anything else to make your ex jealous?"

A kiss, you thought, but you shook your head and waved it aside. "Thank you again," you said as you dashed into the library.

You found an empty desk and buried your head in the crook of your arms, completely mortified by your actions. You couldn't believe you had just told your crush a lie. But you're unlikely to run into him again. You didn't have the same circle of friends or attend the same parties...or, more accurately, you were rarely invited to parties. So you tried to justify your actions. It was simply to take your shot and leave a lasting impression. You were proud of yourself for getting out of your comfort zone and doing something instead of sitting around and wondering what would happen.

It was the weekend before Spring Break, and you were excited to travel to LA with Lyla and some other girls from your floor. Do some shopping, go to the beach, and end your trip at Disneyland.

Of course, a Spring Break celebration would be incomplete without a party. Lyla had recently begun a friends-with-benefits deal with Kim Namjoon, and he had invited you and Lyla.

"Ly—why are we here again? This isn't our scene," you huffed, walking past a glob of what looked like someone hurled a basket of Halloween candy. You tiptoed carefully around it, the smell almost making you gag.

"It's time to meet new people and make new friends, babe. Plus, you never know when you'll run into Jeon Jungkook," she suggested, her brows wiggling in delight.

You gave her a scowl. "Please—I can never face Jungkook again, and I can't believe you got me to lie to him." And you never saw him on campus after the whole thing. And Jungkook had to have sworn off all women because you hadn't heard anything about him being taken or seeing someone. Your little coincidence was just that. You didn't expect a relationship to blossom from a lie.

Lyla chuckled and linked her arm with yours. She squealed quietly when she saw Namjoon in the kitchen, making a drink. She kept dragging your homebody ass towards the group of guys hooting and howling.

"Hey," Jungkook paused, "you're that girl who wanted me to hold your hand." He almost seemed pleased to see you.

"That's me—thanks again, for you know, doing that," you sighed and smiled. He was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

Namjoon handed you and Jungkook a red cup, and you both thanked him before returning your focus to Jungkook. "You went to great lengths just to hold my hand."

Your eyes widened. Shit. What? Who told him? Was it Lyla? Your money was on her. You glance at your best friend, who quickly averts her gaze, kissing Namjoon on the cheek.

You shook your head and clenched your jaw. "How'd you find out?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I have my ways," he explained casually. But it was Lyla who surrendered. Lyla overheard Jungkook's conversation with a classmate as he went around, asking if anyone knew you. Lyla, being Lyla, interrupted their conversation, satisfactorily revealing your massive crush on him.

You took a deep breath and apologized. "That was incredibly stupid of me. Don't worry. You won't have to see me again." You turned around, taking a sip of the shoddy mixed drink before leaving the party. You definitely didn't want to be there anymore after being discovered by Jeon Jungkook. You could probably never show your face around campus again, trying to avoid him at all costs.

"Wait—" He beelined his way through the crowd, shouting over the loud, thumping music. He came to a halt just inches away from you. You concentrated on the small pouch attached to his combat boots to avoid having to look at him. "What if I need you to make a girl jealous?"

You scoffed at the cute boy and rolled your eyes. There's no way Jieun would ever be jealous if Jungkook were to see the two of you together. "I hardly doubt you need me to make Jieun jealous. There are plenty of other girls waiting in line," you advised him before turning around to take off again.

When the door opened, Jieun walked hand in hand with Park Jimin. You assumed she cheated on Jungkook with him. You didn't understand the allure; he was cute, but he wasn't Jeon Jungkook; to each their own, you suppose.

Your eyes narrowed at her, nostrils flared, ready to take her down--but again, why? You didn't know her, and you didn't know Jungkook. All you knew was that she cheated on him, and that pissed you off.

So you did what needed to be done. You returned to Jungkook and placed your lips on his, reaching up on your tiptoes. He took a moment to realize what was going on, but he returned the kiss, his soft, moisturized lips entwining with yours. You both tilted your heads to deepen the kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek and your hand drawing his waist closer to you. You drew away from Jungkook once you felt Jieun's presence had faded as if she had seen enough to make her jealous.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest began to dissipate into embarrassment. Did you just kiss Jeon Jungkook in front of his ex-girlfriend in the middle of a crowded party? You didn't even have much to drink, but you felt like you would be sick.

"I'm--so sorry, Jungkook."

✨next - Part 2

[villain-byteniwoha]

ships i like and why i ship them: a small, affectionate rant before bed

zhongchi: probably the first ship i ever interacted with. i may have started playing genshin for them. I specifically remember reading modern, non canon au fics on ao3 when i was still low AR and did not have liyue unlocked yet just to enjoy content of them without spoiling the story too much. those were good times

love the betrayal, the reciprocated manipulations, their individual bloody pasts and their juxtaposing love for humanity/family. the marriage chopsticks. god, the amount of threads I've read explaining those... and ofc you can't forget the official art with them by the harbor with the gingko leaves falling cinematically. i think that's the art that drew me to them lol

there's also something so deliciously tragic about a near-immortal being who's fated to succumb to erosion in due time, falling in love with a mortal man who's always within death's cold embrace. not to mention the subtext of their themes and principles. geo and hydro, stability and turbulence, land and sea, they crystallize when they meet in the middle, etc etc

kaeluc: another pairing I enjoyed the absolute shit out of, way back when I wasn't even playing the game yet. I remember learning about them while I was deep in my mxtx phase, specifically tgcf, and I'm pretty sure I dipped my toes in after I learned that they used to be sworn brothers. keywords here being used to. hook, line, and sinker. before I knew it, I was also reading fanfics about them, but only modern, non canon au ones because genshin terms made no sense to me and i didn't want spoilers. then I played the game. and then—we get Kaeya for free. I mained the shit out of that man for months.

and then. I fully entered the fandom, only to be immediately slapped in the face with the mistranslation issue.

and I get it, honestly, if you like ragbros good for you, I'm happy for you, but me personally, I will scorn hyv until the day I fucking die because had they not messed this up? kaeluc would've have been so powerful. KAELUC WOULD HAVE BEEN SO FUCKING POWERFUL

how could they not be? they're childhood friends but they're also forbidden romance coded, and rivals/enemies coded, but they're also soulmates. they don't just know each other, they're two halves of a whole, they know each other.

and the themes, don't even get me started on their themes. fire and ice, red and blue... paimon's line about them being similar (i.e. kaeya's a shady mf who fights in the day/diluc's a bright fire in the night) is one of the most romantic lines ever. they're sun and moon but only because they complete each other. also, lamp grass and calla lily? that's them as flowers, but they're the other person's ascension material like hello???????? fucking wild.

and ofc this kaeluc section can't end without me mentioning arundolyn and rostam. for those who don't know or have read/heard of those names but never really dug deep into it, arundolyn and rostam were knights of favonius around the same time as the cataclysm, and you can read about them in artifact sets such as brave heart, defender's will; and partially from the elegy bow

the reason they're here is because there are too many damn parallels between them and kaeluc to just be a coincidence.

arundolyn was a claymore user (see: ferrous shadow), he was the "lion of light,"; he was naturally gifted in strength but still trained hard and would later become the grand master of the knights; he'd push rostam to drink wine and tell him to have a little fun; he gives up his title and weapon after rostam dies

on the flip side, rostam was the swordsman who created the art of favonius bladework (see: favonius sword), his title was, "wolf pup,"; when he and arundolyn played as children, he was the stand-in for the champion knight of aristocracy; he "ruled the shadows," by protecting mond with ways the knights did not approve; rostam dies in an expedition to expunge the evils poured forth from the cataclysm...

I'll let you connect the dots there. I just also wanna point out, as a final note, that in the favonius sword's description, it says, "the childhood friend and spiritual counterpart of Arundolyn, the Lion of Light, whose name was Rostam, the Wolf Pup." ok. yeah. moving on

xiaoven: i very quickly realized after reading the genshin webtoon that venti was gonna be one of, if not my most favorite character. and i was curious as to who the people wanted to pair him with. keep in mind, this was around 2.0~2.2 I believe, so when I searched them up, the only canon backing I could find was the music scene

and boy, was that scene enough because holy shit, the brain rot these two gave me??? of a god who embodies freedom, and the last remaining yaksha chained to his duty????? they were so thematically opposed and beautiful, it wasn't hard to fall in love with them

by the time 3.0 came rolling in, I've already stopped playing, but that didn't mean i wasn't aware of how we were well fed by canon. from the trailer to venti full on attending the lantern rite and sitting down with the liyue gang; it was one of those interactions that transcended everything

and of course, OF COURSE, they also canonically addressed the fact that venti's music soothes xiao's soul. that's intimate. that's deep. that's so fucking romantic and nice and beautiful in the most tragic way...

also, we can't forget the depictions of god and servant here. the holy themes, the worship. the promise of immortality and foreverness, but also the threat of it. i just think xiao doomed with karmic debt and venti vowed to divine erosion is such a soulmate connection, and I'm also delusional

that's all for now but there's so much more...

[theflashiestofthemall]

Currently thinking about writing an Itto x reader fic. A friends to lovers oneshot white tedious pinning and yearning. It’ll be chalked full of flowery scenes and descriptions, to help sell just how deeply in love they are with each other. I’m talking details about both POV’s thoughts of “oh but they’d never like me like that”. I imagine the gang is there like “Just get together already for archon’s sake!!”.

Thinking about laying in a field of flowers the two of you found after tumbling down a hill during a race, starring at the way his platinum hair reflects the light of the sun in such an ethereal manner. How despite him being an oni he was always so gentle when he cradled you in his large arms. How he stares back at you with all the fondness of the world, as if you hung the stars in the sky just for him, and honestly? If it meant him looking at you like that, with those eyes? You would.

Thinking about you playing genius invocation TCG against him. He keeps losing, of course he does, but that doesn’t stop him from claiming “you have beginners luck” or “he was just warming up”. He can’t help but admit defeat in his own mind. What a rare thing for a prideful man as himself, but you where just perfect, smart and pretty and caring. Obviously you would win. But he doesn’t say that, that would be such a weird thing for you best friend to say right?

Thinking about Itto getting jealous when someone flirts with you when you’re walking through the colourful streets of Inazuma City. This guy thinks he stands a chance compared to “the one and oni Itto”. Obviously your oni was the better choice! It’s even in the title he gave himself ,your oni! This rando was nothin’ compared to him. Then the thought hits him that.. maybe all you were was friends, just friends. But when you shuffle closer to Itto in discomfort from the other man, he knows that even if you don’t choose him.. he’ll always be there for you.

Thinking about Itto being more instinctive around you and that’s when you know he’s caught: hook line and sinker. He starts gifting you little trinkets, a flower or rock he found. He starts purring when you nap together, starts acting even more cocky than usual if it’s to show off his strength. He’s trying to provide for you, and in the animalistic part of his brain he’s showing how amazing of a mate he is.

They go out on a date in the end. They get their happy, fairytale ending because what else would I write reader inserts for other than to live vicariously through them?

Something about longing for a romance in a romance story scratches my brain in that perfect way.

Should I write this?

[f1ot3fest]

OT3+ FEST PREVIEW!

Read these submissions on the AO3 collection after reveals tomorrow!

sidelines by @hurricane-heatt | Lewis/Seb/Hanna

“Surely you’ve given her a good enough review?” Sebastian smiles, sticking his tongue out a touch and wetting his lips. Hook, line, and sinker. This used to be a lot easier. It didn’t need expensive drinks in bars twice a year, ones that fade in and out of bright colours. It only needed hands on the smalls of backs and whispers and champagne soaked skin. The lights change to green again. “I couldn’t do you justice.”

expect a visceral reaction by @officialmood | Max/Daniel/Scotty

After the worst doctor’s appointment of his life—bar none, no competition, so bad he googles Canadian medical system scam right after—Daniel has to go back to the paddock. He has to do his fucking ESPN telecast like he didn’t just have a supposedly-licensed medical professional look him in the eye and tell him—what he had to do if he wanted to stabilize his heat schedule into something at all tolerable.

betwixt by @eyes-likepilotlights | Lewis/Seb/Hanna

Seb is Hanna's at home and Lewis's on the road - until Seb notices that there might be something more between Hanna and Lewis and decides the best course of action is to be very, very annoying about it.

a fantastic way to kill some time by @eyes-likepilotlights | Lewis & Nico & Vivian

Nico & Vivian get trapped in a lift with Lewis in Monaco. Only Vivian has a nice time. This could easily have the alternative title: I support Vivian Rosberg's rights and also her wrongs.

teach me just what fast is by @sionisjaune | Mick/Lewis/Nico

When Mick ducks inside the Mercedes hospitality, Nico Rosberg gives a lazy wave from his spot perched on a tall stool in front of the espresso bar. The thick bezel of his watch flashes gold when he raises his tiny cup of coffee. Everyone knows that he and Lewis are sleeping together, again. Lewis doesn't really talk about it. At least not with Mick.

system's breaking down (there's been a glitch) by @alpinelogy | Alex/Lando/George

The soulmate AU in which Lando doesn't think, George overthinks, and Alex is just glad to be there.

[goliig68]

19 days fic rec pt.2

Making pt.2 cuz I couldn't add all of my favourite fics here( again, with no particular order )

Mark My Love by ria_green

( E | 12,525 | 9/? )

He Tian gently holds Mo Guanshan by the neck, thumb pressing into where a bond bite might one day appear.

Shivering, Mo Guanshan shoves him away. "Go do that with an omega, idiot."

Note: a funny omegaverse story. Don't let the omegaverse title put you off it's seriously very funny and cute. I love the interactions between guan shan and jian yi😂 he tian and zhen xi too! I swear they all have weirdest dynamics!

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It will come back by mgsdays (regencyaus)

( E | 44,417 | 12/12 )

He Tian leaving on self-protection, after Jian Yi's disappearance, makes Mo scared enough to make a move. They stumble into something together just as He Tian leaves the country, and they have to figure things out long-distance while waiting for He Tian to come back.

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Mo's known the gist of it since the dawn of his puberty. Water's wet, sky is blue, Mo's sexual desires are intertwined with his complicated feelings for He Tian. Big deal.

But the reality of it is- something else. This is something else entirely.

Did you miss me? – H

Barely noticed. - MGS

...did you? - MGS

Every minute of every day. - H

How the fuck does He Tian just say those things? Doesn't he feel embarrassed? Mo thinks he's feeling embarrassed for him, and he didn't even write it. He stares at the words until his phone light goes out, and then he turns it on again and stares some more.

Note: an amazing reunion au. I think author did a great job at handling tianshan's long-distance relationship and all of that mafia stuff. I think this fic has to be In everyone's "to read" list👌

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nothing fucks with my baby by figglypudding

( E | 23,897 | 3/3 )

unexpectedly, and in the most unlikely of places, mo stumbles upon a reunion he'd long given up on.

but how can he heal when he's only just begun to acknowledge the hurt?

Note: another reunion au. But angstier and so much sadder😭 but it's happy ending, so all of that sadness was worth going through.

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swimming in the blood by powerandpathos

( M | 29,455 | 1/1 )

Guan Shan’s nose wrinkles. ‘I sing like I mean it. I don’t sing it ‘cause I want everyone else to hear. That’s Jian Yi’s thing.’

’And what’s your thing?’

He Tian holds his gaze. Street lamps and car headlights are mirrored in the amber surface of Guan Shan’s eyes, and He Tian can see his own shadowed silhouette in his irises, a blocky shape of darkness with no detail. For some reason, that bothers him.

‘Still figurin’ that out,’ Guan Shan says.

Note: rock band au. Sex, drama and rock 'n roll. No drugs lol. This fic in in my top 10 favourite 19 days fics, And it is so underrated!! Go read it, it's truly wonderful!

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nail House by powerandpathos

( M | 13,309 | 1/1 )

‘God,’ Guan Shan mutters. He pushes himself up onto his elbows. His thighs are still trembling, and he rolls his ankles. ‘You fuckin’ love control, don’t you?’

He Tian sits back on his haunches. ‘Have you seen my family?’

‘I don’t wanna talk about your family right now.’ Guan Shan huffs. ‘Bet you can’t fuckin’ stand that I have to drive you about, right?’

‘I got used to it. It’s a shame the car isn’t a manual. I’ve enjoyed seeing your hand around the gear stick.’

Note: Triad au/driver!Guan shan. One of my favourite aus! I really enjoyed reading it, so I read it 3 more time.

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hook, line, and sinker by fayre

( Gen | 3,673 | 1/1 )

“So everything that happened,” Guan Shan says, trying and failing to keep a steady tone, “The shopping, the barbeque — everything was just because you didn’t want to go home alone? That's pretty damn convoluted if you ask me.”

He Tian huffs, amused. “Not exactly. I had nothing planned; no expectations. I just wanted to be with you.”

a post-chapter 292 drabble (the day after the BBQ/sleepover at the He family estate.)

Note: i loved all of the calm feelings I got from this fic. The descriptions of atmosphere and everything around them was so detailed that I literally could feel them too. It was very gentle and pure you know?

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allergy season by fayre

( T | 6,506 | 1/1 )

“You know, they say that sneezing a lot means you’re on someone’s mind.”

“Yeah?” Guan Shan says a bit drily, sniffing hard. “Then what a fuckin’ shame.”

He Tian watches him. “For you?”

“For the bastard unfortunate enough to have gotten me on their mind,” Guan Shan answers, walking again. He hates how nasally and gross his voice sounds, and the back of his throat feels sore. “If someone’s thinkin’ of me this fuckin’ much, it can’t be good news for either of us. Trust me.”

“Ah,” He Tian says, and then nothing more.

a post-chapter 348 oneshot (the He Tian & dog chapter).

Note: man...i remember reading this fic hoping that one day, we get a love confession and kiss scene between he tian and guan shan (and now we fucking have it)

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Knee high, stage fright (even if you're alright) by fayre

( Gen | 5,383 | 1/1 )

It’s no longer about what He Tian thinks; it’s about what he knows. And he knows Guan Shan — at least on a foundational level — and he knows how Guan Shan doesn’t just ask when he needs. He knows how Guan Shan doesn’t talk but doesn’t listen, either. He knows that Guan Shan doesn’t always think rationally but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think, and he knows how his body goes on autopilot before his thoughts cause him to malfunction and crash and burn.

He knows.

After all, it's the little things that add up. He Tian can only pray that they won't come crashing back down.

(or: no matter how hard he may try, guan shan can't hide all his problems. fluff ensues.)

Note: a soft and cute tianshan oneshot, with a little bit of angst but it's mostly fluff. I loved the ending, it melted my heart and brought smile to my lips🫠❤

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singing in red by starlightstarshine

( T | 27,204 | 6/6 )

In which He Tian is the bassist for the most popular band in the world and Guan Shan is only doing modelling so that he could get enough money to pay for his next meal (based on that art by Old Xian).

Note: I love the fics where guan is head over heels for He tian haha😆

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Tell Me On A Sunday by Llybian

( T | 1,501 | 1/1 )

He’d begun, with great difficulty, to accept all of this in his heart. But he still could do nothing. What was he supposed to do? Confess his feelings like a pathetic little schoolgirl? Not a chance.

But then again, what did he really suppose would happen if he told He Tian he “liked” him? Well, the world would end, for one. That was just a given. But beyond that, they’d probably just make out. There was really no chance of He Tian shooting him down or saying this was all just some long con.

Despite that. He just couldn’t.

Note: I think by summary everyone can get a brief foresight that what this fic is about. In my opinion, this fic is very real and in character.

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Bites by Asfodel

( M | 24,263 | 7/? )

Turning to look at the black sky, he let his mind wander to a place he tried not to visit too often. To the last words Guan Shan heard He Tian say in that dim corridor.

« I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you, I’ll fix it, I’m sorry. »

Like a mantra.

or a rewrite of their reunion a few years after high school, basically disregarding the Christmas chapters. Side of ZhengYi, angsty but with a healthy dose of fluff, tags will be updated as the story goes.

Note: reunion au. It's such a beautiful but heartbreaking story. I love author's writing style, it captures feelings perfectly👌

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A dog by Alien_Kitsune

( E | 50,000 | 10/10 )

Mo Guanshan and He Tian didn't meet in the school and each went his own way. Several years passed and Mo became a criminal. But on the verge of death destiny surprises him.

Two broken men who are still trying to find themselves in this world were always fated to find each other.

Note: mafia au. Thanks to @maruuzen for recommending me this fic!❤ I really loved the process of tianshan's relationship development. I'm sure that's how their relationship would go if they didn't meet at middle school, and/or he tian joined his family business, just like how it's stated in fic, fate brought them together. also it's angsty (of course) so be warned.

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Dawn Rising by powerandpathos

( E | 78,968 | 13/? )

An Historical Fantasy AU—A poisoning; a death; a thief. A prince struggling to be a prince. A guard trying to stop one from getting killed. And everyone else on the sidelines. It has never been so hard to navigate the court of an empire when not everyone can survive.

Note: my favourite historical fantasy au, the plot, the drama, the characters it's just_ugh👌💞 unfortunately, this fic is probably abandoned, but don't let that stop you from reading it, even though it's unfinished, I think this fic is still amazing.

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Cold On The Inside by incorrect19days

( E | 4,879 | 6/6 )

‘Look at me.’

He Tian instructed softly.

He took a deep shuddering breath and opened his eyes.

Note: a short and oh-so-beautiful story. It's a little bit sad but it's happy end, or hopeful ending better to say.

[fbfh]

Writing quick drabbles about the obscure blorbos I kept forgetting to write about 1/4

Tw for mild yandere/stalker behavior but its joe so what do you expect. Also I'm still in season 2 so no spoilers.

okay I fully admit that this is incrediby self indulgent but Joe Goldberg obsessing over writer!reader hits so so different. You came into Mooney's looking for a first edition of some obscure book, and the second Joe saw you it was game over. The light in your eyes, the way they sparkle as you scan the shelves and look at the titles has him hooked, but when you ask him if they still have any copies of what you're looking for, you have him hook line and sinker. He never thought he would emet someone as perfect as you, much less someone with such good taste and interest in literature. Then he finds out you write too??? he thinks there needs to be a word stronger than perfect. once he learns more and more about you wthout your knowledge, he doesn't find a single red flag. He worms his way into your life, and before you know it, you're living together and he's the perfect dream boyfriend. He protects your time to write like a dragon protects its hoard. He knows what kind of distractions to eliminate, when to sit with you in silence and when to leave you alone, when to bring you more coffee or tea and encourage you to keep going and when to tear you away from your laptop, insisting you give yourself a break. He'll never pressure you to share anything before you're ready (even though he has access to your google docs or scrivner in the cloud, but don't worry, he's really good at acting like this is the first time he's reading your work when you do show him. He's had plenty of time to hone his reactions and perfectly articulate all the praise he's going to give you.) when you do share your work with him, it makes him feel closer to you than ever. He's notjust getting to see inside the deepest most intimate parts of your mind, but you're letting him. you want him to. you want him, just like he wants you.

[laurenairay]

All I’ve Tried to Hide - A. Svechnikov

This is my entry for the winter fic exchange 2k23, run by the wonderful @antoineroussel​.

I received @hoesforthecanes​ as a giftee, so I really hope you enjoy this Anna!

I had a lot of fun incorporating the ‘forbidden love’ trope that you had a preference for, and with writing a full fic for Andrei Svechnikov for the first time! I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 🥰 definitely finished this quicker than I expected, but I was so inspired, so here we go!

All photos in the header banner are not mine; found across pinterest. Title from Dirty Little Secret, by All American Rejects.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: light angst, implied sexual moments, a little fluff

Summary: Hooking up with Andrei Svechnikov was all fun and games, as long as your brother didn’t find out…

We can’t choose who we fall in love with.

That’s what you told yourself, over and over again, every time you saw him. Every time you felt his molten gaze brushing over your body. Every time his smirk sent shivers down your spine. Every time he walked across the bar to you with that intense stare, your body filling with eager anticipation.

Because no-one knew.

That’s right, no-one knew that you and Andrei Svechnikov had been sleeping together for nearly six months now – and that’s the way it needed to stay. Why? Because your brother hated the idea of you being with an athlete. A few horrifically failed relationships in high school and college, all with athletes of various kinds, had left you broken in pieces on your older brother’s doorstep every single time, and now that you’d wound up living with him after your last failed relationship – as well as working in his bar – you were dependent on his charity. So if he said no more athletes, then it was no more athletes…at least until you could get on your own two feet again.

What? You had a type, as much as it shamed you – and Andrei fit your type to a tee.

You could remember the first time you saw him. A big loud group of bigger louder guys had filled your brother’s bar, instantly attracting attention from most the patrons, and as a few of them pushed a couple of tables together, he had walked up to the bar where you were working. You could remember the soft smile on his lips as he leant over the bar top to place his order, the gentle rumble of his lilting accent intriguing you, and you knew the moment that he set up a limitless tab with a confident wink that you were in trouble. It had only taken a couple more visits before he was slipping through the staff door, the two of you connecting in a heated make-out in a secluded corner of the storage room out back, his lips, tongue, and hands sending you wild like no-one ever had before.

And it continued, over and over again, escalating to the two of you hooking up at Andrei’s place whenever he was in town, somehow managing to avoid your brother’s judgement, keeping your risqué relationship away from the bar and under wraps.

Everything had been perfect, until the passing of your birthday last week. Andrei had been on a roadtrip on the day itself, and you’d only just about managed to convince him not to send you a bouquet of flowers to the bar (which was out of character in itself), but now that he was back he’d insisted on celebrating properly with you, so you’d come over to his place for the evening. He’d hired a private chef to cook the most amazing three course meal, the two of you sipping on the most delicious wine you’d ever tasted throughout, and as soon as the chef left, he’d whisked you off to his bedroom, bringing you to dizzying heights over and over again, until you were wailing his name out for the entire city to hear.

It was only when he presented you with a diamond necklace, your skin still gleaming and your breathing still ragged, that you realised you weren’t just falling in love with him – you had fallen, head over heels, hook line and sinker. And you also realised that you needed to end things now, before you fell in too deep to recover.

“Andrei, what is this?”

“Your birthday gift?” he said, frowning softly in confusion, “Is it too much? Do you not like it?”

“It’s beautiful…but it isn’t what we do?” you said, wincing.

His frown sunk into a deeper confused expression, so you sat upright, clutching the bedsheets to your bare chest.

“We just – this is just hooking up, Andrei. You shouldn’t be buying me expensive gifts like this. Even hiring a chef to cook for us feels crazy,” you said softly, hating the words as they spilled from your lips.

You watched as his face shuttered, his broad shoulders drawing in on himself, hating yourself for making such a big guy look so small. What was wrong with you? Why were you doing this to him when it felt so wrong? But then he seemed to steel himself, posture straightening and broad chest filling out once more – and he looked you dead in the eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“You are saying this because of your brother?”

His blunt statement made you wince – it was hardly a secret how your brother felt – the anger in his words feeling like a sharp stab, mostly because he was right.

“Andrei, I-”

“I don’t want to keep lying,” he said, interrupting, “lying to myself, to you, to the world. I don’t care that your brother doesn’t want you with an athlete. I know you like me and I like you, and I want you to be mine without all the stupid lying. Why can’t you understand that?”

His words rushed through your body like burning fire, his accent getting thicker as he spoke, showing you exactly how genuine his passion was. But it didn’t change that fact that nothing could change. Even though he was confessing everything you were desperate to hear, matching your own feelings for him, because it was also everything you were trying to repress for your own good.

“It isn’t that easy,” you murmured, averting your eyes.

“So, what, I will be your dirty little secret forever? And you will do whatever your brother says, forever?”

“My brother is just trying to protect me because he loves me,” you shot back, glaring over at him.

Because this wasn’t about you being ashamed of him, or that your brother was a cruel person. You’d just messed up your love life one too many times for your brother to not want to be involved. It wasn’t that complicated.

“He loves you? Great! Well I love you too!”

Even with the anger that Andrei snapped those words at you, your whole body froze, eyes wide and lips parted in shock. And when Andrei realised what he said, he froze too, eyes wide as well as although his were wide in fear rather than in shock, as if he’d let slip something he never intended on saying.

“I didn’t…I mean, I-”

“You love me?” you managed to ask, voice soft in disbelief.

Andrei sighed but nodded, face crumpling in defeat, hanging his head to avoid looking at you.

“Andrei, I…”

You trailed off, running a hand through your unkempt hair, head swirling at his admission as all the fight drained from your body. Because how were you supposed to process this? This was everything you’d been trying to avoid, on every single level. This relationship you had with Andrei was just supposed to be a fun, fiery fling, free from any strings or expectations. And now he’d admitted his love for you, in the moment that you’d realised exactly how deep your love for him was?

What was any sane person supposed to do here?

The soft touch of Andrei’s hand resting on top of yours broke you out of your inner turmoil, and you looked over at him to see the saddest smile on his face, so unnatural in comparison to his usual happy expressions.

“I understand if you do not love me. I am sorry for putting pressure on you like that,” he said softly, smile weak, “we can pretend I didn’t say anything.”

What?

“And you’d just be happy to go back to how things were before, even with both of us knowing that it isn’t enough for you?” you asked, a little incredulous.

“If the other option is losing you entirely, then I can’t do that. I would rather have the smallest part of you, than nothing at all,” he shrugged, sad smile now reflecting the self-deprecation clearly fuelling his actions.

No, no this wasn’t okay. It wasn’t fair, not to him…and not to you. Here was a guy putting his heart and feelings on the line, believing that you were going to reject him anyway because of a few stupid mistakes you’d made in your past? A guy that treated you like no-one ever had before, brought you crashing waves of pleasure like no-one ever had before, and who cared for you like no-one ever had before? And who you cared for more than you ever had for anyone else? You were going to give up that chance of happiness, all because of a few worthless guys?

No, no way.

“I don’t want to go back to how things were before,” you said softly.

Hurt immediately flashed across his face before he quickly composed himself. “Right, okay. I’m sorry.”

It took you a few moments to realise what he meant, but when you finally did, you promptly shook your head.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I…”

You drew your bottom lip into your mouth as you struggled to choose the right words to say, Andrei just watching you with a hesitant expression that ever-so-slowly filled with confidence.

“You don’t want to be just a hook up?” he asked hopefully.

You shook your head, staying silent.

“You maybe want to be more?” he prompted again, a small smile spreading across his lips.

You bit your bottom lip before releasing it from your mouth, nodding shyly, earning a broad grin from the man sitting next to you.

“I need to hear you say it. Please, say it,” he pleaded softly, brown eyes wide and hopeful.

Inhaling shakily, you nodded again, looking down at your lap briefly to compose yourself before looking back at him, the hope in his eyes not having faded at all.

“I don’t know how we’re going to make it work. I don’t know how I’m going to convince my brother that this is going to work, that I’m not making another mistake. But I want to try, with you,” you said softly.

Once the words were past your lips, it felt like your blood was surging, the emotions of your confession all but overwhelming you, the hand that Andrei placed on your sheet-covered thigh the only thing that anchored you.

“You won’t regret this, I promise. I’m going to make you so happy, solnyshko,” Andrei said happily, the wide smile on his face sending butterflies soaring in your stomach.

Of that you had no doubt. No matter what happened, however your brother reacted, you knew in your heart that Andrei would be by your side, and that was enough to give you hope. His broad smile turned a little shy all of a sudden, piquing your interest as he rummaged in the sheets, clearly looking for something. And then your breath hitched in your throat as he drew out the box from earlier, delicately holding that beautiful diamond necklace.

“So if you’re mine and I’m yours, will you wear this?” he asked.

What a rush it was to hear those words.

“Right now?” you asked, confused.

He smiled sweetly, nodding, so you just nodded in return. Andrei smiled even wider, taking the necklace out of its box and unclasping it, leaning intimately closer to you as he fastened it around your neck. The cool stones sent a shiver across your heated skin, a different shiver zapping down your spine as Andrei’s finger lightly traced the edge of it, trailing across your collarbone to finish.

Unfair.

“How does it look?” you breathed.

You dropped the sheet you’d been holding to your chest the whole time you’d been sitting upright, revealing your bare body to him once more, the diamonds around your neck the only item you now wore. Andrei’s eyes darkened slightly, making your heart beat that little bit faster with the promise they held.

“Beautiful. You look beautiful,” he murmured.

When that familiar smirk crept across his lips, finally, you knew you were done for. He slowly crawled over to you, gently lowering your body back to the bed as he covered you with his own broad torso, eyes and hands and lips trailing over you in a tease that sent your blood swirling, and it was all you could do to lose yourself in his embrace.

No more secrets. No more hiding. Andrei Svechnikov was yours, and now the world was going to know.

[healingskywalker]

Push - Hunter x Reader BLURB

nsfw, 18+ only, brattiness, breeding kink, and teasing below the cut

Here, take this too, since I'm working on so many things at once!

"Is that what you want, Hunter? Is that what you fantasize about?" Your brows are furrowed in annoyance, and your lips are pursed as you continue on.

"Do you really see nothing else when you look at me? All you see is just a pretty hole waiting to be filled, right?"

Hunter's eyebrows shoot up in shock before settling down angrily, and as he opens his mouth to snarl out an indignant reply, you cut him off. He wanted to play games? Fine then. Let's play.

You took a few slow steps towards him swinging your hips as you did so, your voice dropping to a sultry lilt.

"I know you think about it, Hunter. Especially breeding me. You think about pushing my legs over my head in a mating press, and pressing that cock deep inside of me, and filling me up with everything you have to give. You think about this tight hole keeping your cock warm while we wait for it to take, right?"

You reached Hunter and titled your head up towards him, a smirk playing on your lips. Your left hand gently slid up his chest, while your right slithered lower, hooking into the belt loop of his pants, just barely pulling him towards you.

Hunter's breath hitched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his frustrated expression never faltering. Your grin grew.

You had him.

Hook.

Line.

Sinker.

"You want that, huh? Stuff me full with your cum and just fucking use me? Watch me swell with your child, knowing that you were the cause, and knowing that you're our brave, strong protector?"

Your teasing finally seemed to make him snap, and a low growl ripped from his throat, his hands clenching at his sides, turning white with the pressure and force of keeping himself from bending you over the work bench and doing exactly as you suggested.

"You need to watch yourself."

"Why? You do it enough for both of us."