#and then they go batshit crazy together ♡

[seyamu]

me, on the brink of falling asleep: someone should put jiang luo and chi you into an unlimited flow universe for enrichment

[calling-miya]

I love your sang wook fic ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ may I request a part two to 'what matters most'? maybe sang wook trying to fight his feelings and he failing to contain his panic when reader gets hurt?

not a hero - Sweet Home

╰ pairing﹕pyeon sang-wook x reader

╰ summary ﹕ you sneak out of green home to find yu-ri more inhalers. when you return, the man who has assigned yourself to you protective duty does not take well to this.

╰ word count : 2,494

︵ warnings : cursing, injury, awkwardness

︵ a/n : this is definitely more of a dialogue heavy piece but i'm trying to work out writing Sang-wook more in-depth and internally. thank you for the compliment!

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Yu-ri had always been kind to you. And you in kind. That was why it was easy for Yu-ri to confess that she had been stressed because she was asthmatic - and on her last inhaler. The conversation had died, but your mind had been made up. She had saved your life plenty of times - so you said had no second thoughts.

Sang-wook did, though. Even though he had no idea what you were planning, he could tell it was something based on that determined look in your eye.

"What are you planning?" He said, sitting at your side while you had been cleaning a gun. The do-it-yourself graves were the only other people keeping you company. This place had become a good place for solitude for you both. When it wasn't here, it was the stairwell.

"Nothing," you said, humming. "What makes you think I'm planning something?"

He narrowed his eyes. "You're easy to read. Never would have lasted in my line of work."

You snorted. The reference to his underground dealings had become comfortable, and you were thankful he was being more open to you. But you partly believed maybe that was because you could be batshit crazy and a little bit of fraud and assault wouldn't push you away.

"Just thinking what everyone is thinking, I guess. How we're gonna deal with the water situation," you explained. "Eun-hyuk mentioned going to the parking lot and seeing if there's another way out of there. Maybe he'll send a recon team." Your eyes lifted to his. "You in?"

"Hell no," he answered.

"Suit yourself," you said, shrugging and pushing a piece of your gun back where it went with your thumb. It clicked in smoothly. You knew that if you ended up going, he would do. That's how it happened, simple as that.

That night, you carefully rose from your sleeping bag beside Sang-wook's, careful not to wake him. It was anxiety-inducing because the man somehow slept on his back, arms crossed, eyes closed. It felt as if they could open at any time and catch you in action.

Luckily, though, you made sure to ask him for helping with many numerous tasks around the living space so he'd be more tired than usual. He hadn't awoken when you stood up, or closed the door behind you.

After stopping by a storage room and getting the backpack you put together and hid, you lifted a heavy box from the barricade in front of the shutter and placed it close by, enough so you could make a way to get through.

"You should be taking that thug with you, rather than going alone." The old man, Gil-seob stood a few feet away. His arms were crossed as he watched you move various items away. "What am I supposed to tell the others if you don't return?"

You looked over your shoulder, thinking for a moment. Then came up with a good response. You pointed at him playfully. "That I died valiantly."

He rolled his eyes and started hobbling back into the control room so he could lift the shutter. You could do it yourself, but you didn't want to risk damaging the mechanisms used to keep it shut. He waited for your call. Asking him for help had been a choice indeed but he came around, in the end. He had come to care for Yu-ri deeply, as if she was his own daughter. You supposed that could happen if you spent enough time around someone, much less if they were taking care of you constantly.

You gave the signal and the shutter began to lift. You cringed at the loud sound. Within a few short minutes, someone was bound to show up and question what it had been - and soon realize where that you had left.

"Hey," You said, stepping over the barricade and peeking up over back at Gil-seob. "Thank you, sir."

He nodded. "Come back alive."

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Sang-wook wasn't concerned with your absence in the makeshift bed beside him as much as he was concerned that he had slept so well - his arms even hurt since he had used muscles he didn't normally do. He complained the way through it, which made it better. It just meant that he was going to give you a stubborn time today because he had heeded every last one of your silly requests yesterday.

When he stepped into the lobby, he expected to see you, as always, taking guard near the barricade and sharpening a knife, or pacing back and forth the length of the hall. But you weren't there.

He looked around further. In the convenience store, in the children's area.

It's when he came across Eun-hyuk in the control room that his stomach dropped.

The boy with the flannel and glasses turned around, stating very simply that you were gone.

It didn't register at first.

"Someone opened the shutter last night," he explained. "I'm guessing it's because there was something out there that had to be retrieved."

Sang-wook rushed forward, looking at the crackling security cameras. No sign of your face anywhere. He turned back to Eun-hyuk. "You're sure?"

Eun-hyuk dipped his head down into a nod. "Yes. I don't think the shutter was opened by one person, though. There was help."

Sang-wook realized that the boy was referring to him as a possible suspect. "You think I opened the shutter?" He said, voice scaling on edgy.

"I think there's a non-zero possibility that you did. It's safe to assume that because of your... closeness."

Closeness. What a word.

Sang-wook turned on his heel. If you were gone, he had to go after you. Simple as that. He didn't care if Eun-hyuk thought he opened the door or not - he needed to get to you.

"But you probably didn't," Eun-hyuk said.

This made Sang-wook slow and eventually stop.

"Knowing you, you would have gone with. Am I right?" Eun-hyuk didn't smile at the sight of Sang-wook glancing over his shoulder, but he sure did feel pride about being right. "I thought so. So it couldn't have been you."

Sang-wook kept his eyes on the ground. "There has never been a good enough reason to risk lives here to go outside." Much less yours, which he would argue was much more valuable than some particular residents off the top of his head. You were a smart person - reckless at times, but you were smart - you never would've gone outside unless it was a last resort. Or for someone you cared for deeply.

His eyes widened. He didn't stop when Eun-hyuk called out to him again.

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"Where are they?"

Yu-ri looked up at the man standing in front of her. She was sorting through the remaining medical supplies they had - something she had done plenty of times, but it seemed everything continued to get jumbled up repeatedly. Plus, it gave her something to do. "What do you mean?"

Sang-wook said your name. "Where are they? Did you send them for something? Ask for something?"

Yu-ri blinked, surprised at his harshness. "No, I... I don't know what you're talking about." She stood, wiping her sweating hands on her jeans. "You can't... You can't find them?" She said, trailing off. "I thought they'd been with you."

"They're not," Sang-wook snapped, fists clenched in his coat pockets. They ached and itched. He forced himself to take a breath. "Do you know where they went?"

"No... No, I..." Yu-ri said, but then began to think about anything that might've inspired you to leave. "Oh... Oh, shit. I didn't--- I didn't mean to--- I was only talking about it, not---"

"What? What is it?" Sang-wook stepped forward, resting the urge to shake this woman by her shoulders for answers. The longer this took, the longer it meant he had to find you before something horrible happened.

"---My inhalers," Yu-ri said. "I'm on my last one. I mentioned it. Just in passing. But they must've... I didn't know they'd take it seriously."

"Do you know where the closest place for those are? A convience store? A medical center?" He fired off question after question.

"Yes, there's..." Yu-ri started, before her attention shifted to something over Sang-wook's shoulder. Her eyes widened before she breathed deep with relief and said your name.

Sang-wook turned around to catch the tail end of Yu-ri jogging towards you, immediately enveloping you in a big hug.

You winced. "Careful--- Careful, Yu-ri," You laughed, grateful yourself to be back in one piece. You slid the backpack off your shoulder and zipped it open with one hand.

When Yu-ri pulled away from the hug, she looked down at its contents. At least four or five inhalers were inside, enough to last for a reasonable amount of time. She looked at you, surprised. "You--- You idiot," she said through her teeth. "You could've been killed."

You patted her on the back and threw and arm over her shoulder looking up at Sang-wook, who had just been watching the interaction with an unreadable expression. You stared at him, trying to convey your apologies through your eyes, but he was still and steadfast in his harshness.

"You're hurt." Sang-wook stated.

Yu-ri blinked, taking one look at you and how you were a bit pale and clutching your side. "What happened?" She said, immediately lifting up your shift.

A big bruise took up the side of your torso, right up underneath your breastbone and down your hip. Blue, purple, and beat-up. "I only took a bit of a rough fall."

"A bit of a rough fall?" Yu-ri repeated, eyes widened. "This is more than a bit."

"Nothing that won't heal up on its own, though," You argued. "My ankle hurts, though. I think I might've sprained it. Could you take a look?"

She nodded, ushering you to the dedicated first-aid room. You glanced over at Sang-wook before going inside.

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"He was worried sick, you know."

You looked down at Yu-ri while she wrapped your ankle. It was sprained. There wasn't any ice to be put on it, so all you could do for now was give it rest and take the over-the-counter painkillers Yu-ri handed to you.

"Yeah," you said in an exhale. "I know."

"You shouldn't have gone out there," she stated. Pressed the bandage down so it stuck. "But... Thank you. You and Mr. Gil-seob."

Your eyes softened. Of course she knew he had a hand in helping you. "Don't mention it. Please. You've done more for me than I can ever pay you back for."

Yu-ri smiled. "Just... don't do it again, then. That can be your payment."

You shook the pills still in your hand. Then reached for your bottle of water and took them.

When Yu-ri stepped out for the room to dispose of the dirty towels and other tools, she gave a once-glance to Sang-wook standing outside, leaning against the wall. You could see him barely over the edge of the door.

He came inside almost in a bow, or a lean. Then he took his place in front of you, hands in his pockets. You could imagine they were white-tight.

It became clear he would not speak first.

"...sorry," you mumbled.

"...Sorry?" Sang-wook repeated. "You're sorry?"

You chewed the inside of your bottom lip. You'd thought plenty about getting out of this place, but you didn't think hard enough about coming back. You knew it would be this hard, so you decided to just wing it. You regret that now.

You lifted your bandaged ankle up. "All better. See?"

"You could've died."

You sighed and lowered your leg. Pouting, almost. "I know."

"You could've been fucking tortured by those things. Did you ever think that it might not have been quick? Huh!?" His loud shout at the end made you startled. You were certain everyone outside heard - the door was only cracked.

"I had to do it," You stated. "Or Yu-ri might have died soon."

"Or she would have been just fine."

Frustration bubbled in your chest. "I'm sorry for disappearing on you, okay? I didn't want to lie to you. And I didn't. I just knew you'd want to come with me. I didn't want to risk your life, too."

"Is your life really so disposable to you?" Sang-wook asked, a look of disgust crossing his features. "Something that you can just give away if the price is high enough? You want to die a hero?"

You said nothing.

"You aren't going to die a hero. Nobody can die a hero anymore. We have to do what's best for us. Do you understand that? Do you think any of these people would have done the same for you?!"

Your eyes held a stern expression, one that almost made him take a step back. But he held steadfast.

"No," you said. "Some of them wouldn't have. But you..." You slowly shifted off of the bed and stepped into his space. "You would've, wouldn't you?"

He shook his head, but you continued.

"And it would've killed you. Because you're..." You tapped his shoulder for emphasis. "A strong, big guy. That's what I admire about you. But you would've died because of it. And would've gotten me killed."

You smiled softly. "I'm quick. Quiet. In-and-out. Too fast, sometimes. That's why I fell," you gestured to your side. "But you know what?...I wouldn't have done something like this before. I would've been too scared. But then I've seen you, and how good you are. And... I thought... Well, who the hell am I not to try and be the same way, you know?" Then you frowned. "So I don't like hearing you say that. About being a hero. It's not about that. And you know it's not like that. You're just making an excuse. It's not a good look on you, either. You know. Pretending it's not just because you were really scared to lose me."

He searched you desperately for something to say - you always seemed to have the right thing to say, at the right time, with the right movement. He admired that about you.

"That's because I feel the same way about you," you said, a subtle blush creeping up your cheeks. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. You feel your stomach roll - once they might've been butterflies. Now they were just instincts. "And that we're alike in a lot of ways, so I know what you're feeling. At least, I think so."

He nodded. Once, twice.

Just as your eyes began to close, and he leaned forward, and your hand came up to his elbow and his hand raised to brush your hair back---

Jae-heon opened the door with a tray of food, glasses fallen lower on his nose than usual.

You practically jumped away from Sang-wook, cheeks blazing red.

Jae-heon blinked, looking between the two of you. "I'm sorry, am I... interrupting?"

"Uh, no," you said half-breathless. "Did you need something?"

"I... thought you'd be hungry, so I brought you something." Jae-heon held up the tray. He stepped forward and slid it onto the table. Then he nodded to Sang-wook. "It's good that you're here, actually. I'd like your help with something, if that's alright."

Burning in his own right, Sang-wook dipped his head down to you, not quite meeting your eyes as he began to follow Jae-heon out.

"Sang-wook!" You exclaimed before he stepped over the threshold entirely.

He looked at you expectantly.

"I kind of lied before," you said, a small smile peeking up the side of your mouth. "You probably handle most things with a good look."

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, hand on the wood of the edge of the door as he walked out. The tension in his air quickly defused with your comment, and he was grateful for it.

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[hayatoseyepatch]

now, ofc, i have to ask for a match up! i love them too much to resist. and especially now from you? how could i miss that chance?? 🤍

so, let me tell you about myself: i'm an introvert! 90% intro, 10% extro. i think a lot, constantly thinking about five different things in different languages all at once. i'm very observant and unfortunately mirror people's vibes if i feel uncomfortable or put on the spot. but i love interacting with people that fuel my energy, where i feel real joy and not tired of yapping at all. i love sarcasm, i love bad jokes, i love to challenge people that have negative opinions about important topics. but i suck at giving presentations, i have very bad anxiety when it comes to speaking loud and in front of a lot of people. i also have a very quiet voice to begin with. despite being a thinker, i'm highly emotional in my relationship, love physical touch and being taken care of teehee

some of my interests/hobbies are definitely working out (i do it twice a day), doodling, gaming, reading (actual books as well not just smut 🙃), studying up on history, cooking, and any fixation my adhd deems worthy for a few weeks

i'm not good with ignorant people, i point out bad behaviour on the spot. i speak my mind. i hate baking but man, i love cakes. i also love spice, it's my favourite type of food category. anything spicy, really. oh, and i'm quite indecisive ;-;

fandoms: i need to pull my joker here... you gotta help me, sam. choose between wind breaker, jjk, or blue lock for me

tropes: enemies to lovers, soulmate, love at first sight are probably my top three, not counting dc tropes here 🫣

my type: sylus. I MEAN, i love someone who is in control, who can control me and situations. someone where i can feel safe and turn off my brain for a bit. i don't like to doubt myself or the relationship, so i love honesty. they need to speak their mind as much as i do. i gravitate towards more domineering men, 50/50 on the batshit crazy or kind guys, really. like eevee said, i have a type: the type is trees, i love climbing trees. i like it when they take initiative and show me more than what i have known prior to meeting them. i love a man who can make me laugh! and passion, pls, i'm a scorpio, i love romance and passion in my relationship ahdjsj. someone who can keep up with that is my type 😏

favourites: nagi, rin, barou, kunigami, umemiya, endo, geto, choso, sukuna, inumaki, nobara, utahime, shoko, mei mei dont judge me, beside that weird thing she is so fkn badass

icks: i dislike boring slow pokes/dumb characters and child-like characters. someone who won't put in effort. pls no short king, i'm too tall for them. else i most often find the mc to be lacking to get my interest, i love the bad guys and the side characters

that is all, thank you, dearie <3 remember to take breaks and stay hydrated!!

Tea my absolute BELOVED, I am so excited you decided to participate!! UGH I have had thoughts on yours from the moment I decided to set up this event. LETS GET INTO IT!!

I pair you first with Hajime Umemiya!

⤜♡→ Okay listen, this has actually absolutely nothing to do with the fact I know he’s one of you faves. I am fully going into this with no favoritism or special treatment. I just genuinely think your personalities go so well together. Extrovert x Introvert is one of my favorite ship pairings and I think you both are a perfect case!

⤜♡→ Hajime immediately took you under his wing upon first seeing how reserved and shy you can be at first. He was DETERMINED to pull you out of your shell. What Umemiya wasn’t expecting to fall more and more in love with you with every passing day and with every interaction where he got to peel back your armor.

⤜♡→ Ume is so excited to hear that you love spicy food, because do you know what he’s doing? He is immediately going to the greenhouse where he purchases his seedlings to plant you your own section of pepper plants in his garden. He is so excited when he shows you, going on to tell you how impressed you’ll be with him once he cooks you all your favorite spicy foods. With Kotoha’s help of course.

⤜♡→ No one can tell me that Ume's love language isnt acts of service and physical touch. His favorite past time is taking care of you. he craves the feeling of you in his arms, and will stop at absolutely nothing to ensure you feel every ounce of his love at any given moment. He has lost so much in his life and he was sure to let you know every hour of the day just how precious you are to him.

Umemiya couldn't keep the smile from his face if he wanted to. To him there was something so intimate about bathing with you, it was one of his absolute favorite things to do with you and something he craved after a long day. It had nothing to do with seeing your beautiful body exposed to his gaze, well it had a little to do with it let's be honest here, but he just adorned the skin-to-skin contact that came with this time. Feeling your warm skin so close to his own was his own little slice of heaven.

His lips pressed against your shoulder leaving a trail of kisses along your skin. "You're so beautiful, baby." He hums in contentment against your skin, arms wrapping around your middle as his larger frame dwarfs your form. "I'm so unbelievably lucky that I get to call you mine." His praises of you are whispered against your skin between kisses. His large hands roaming your form as he washes your body for you. "And you're all mine Isn't that right, sunflower?" He grins when you hum in agreement. "And that tattoed freak can never have you right?" Cue Ume getting splashed in the face with water. "Okay I earned that one." Come on Tea it's me you really thought I wasn't gonna mention Endo?

Your next matchup goes to Choso from JJK!

⤜♡→ Choso holds such a special place in my heart, and so do you!! Choso is the older brother type, and has so so so much love to give, If you need to just unwind and have someone ready to nurture and care for you, to just allow you to shut off and recharge for a bit he is definitely your man!

⤜♡→ I feel like Choso is so often mischaracterized as a submissive, while I fully believe sometimes Choso will let you take the reins, this is Choso “you hurt my brothers, its on sight” Kamo we’re talking about here. He has no problem taking control of the situation in and out of the bedroom. And if anyone would dare to make the mistake of hurting or upsetting you, this man would watch the world burn if it meant keeping your smile on your face.

⤜♡→ He is intensely loyal and very passionate, Choso may be a bit behind on the times. But he will consistently go out of his way to show you all the love and appreciation you deserve, which is simly all of it!

⤜♡→ He is nothing short of desperately in love with you. Choso wants to spend the rest of his time on earth with you. He wants to build a family wth you, share a last name, and love you with every fiber of his being.

⤜♡→ He loves seeing you and Yuji interacting, he wants nothing more than the two most imprtant people to him to get along and develop a care for one another the way he cares for you both.

Choso leaned down, tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration as he held the icing bag, he knew your distaste for the act of baking itself but he knew how much you enjoyed cakes. Choso was extremely perceptive when it came to you and how you were feeling. He always noticed even the most minute details. The furrow in your brow, the way you tended to fidget a bit more, how your voice had gone back to a quiet octave. He noticed it all. So he had taken it upon himself to surprise you. He spent the day watching countless videos on cake decorating just so he could impress you with your favorite cake to come home to after the week you’ve had.

He perks up upon hearing the sound of the front door turning he smiles wide, eyes melting with affection as he walks over to you. Leaning down he cups your face in his hands, pressing a long loving kiss against your lips. Dragging you into the kitchen once he pulls from you, presenting you with the cake. Your eyes widen a bit s he presents it to you. “Did you make this Cho?” You ask, eyes wide with surprise at his action. He nods his head, giving you confirmation he did in face make it himself.

The icing is haphazard, it truly isn’t the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen but the knowledge that he made this because he knew of your love for the sweet made you melt into his embrace. “It's perfect Cho.” He could swoon at your words, dipping his finger into the icing and plopping some on the corner of your lips. “Oh would you look at that, it seems your dessert got on my dessert, looks like I need to clean it up.” He coos teasingly before leaning down to capture your lips once more.

[dollivication]

oh oh oh i have the PERFECT scenario for rockstar!dante akshually 🫡

no matter how much money he gets he will NEVER stop going to smaller clubs and bars Reminds him where he came from or whatever bullshit he tells to himself so he doesnt feel like a fucking slut:33 one night he sees the user performing, js a small little act bc,,,, theyre barely starting their career,,, duhh,,, he goes absolutely batshit insane over them and is like I need to meet them. Now. ( ◜ᴗ◝ )

since hes a big artist n all hes willing to use his connections to get user and whos better for the job than manager!trish!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ shes quick and effective and somehow books user for his opening act in the tour concerts:3 hes a lucky bastard ngl

on rehearsals hes all over user like,,,, hes DESPERATE. he somehow.. somehow.. convinces user to kiss him as part of the act— for the show of course!! the audience would love that.. right? they also need to keep,,, rehearsing the kiss,,, for better outcome he swears!! not bc hes a pervy fucking bitch n js wants to kiss user,,, not at all:3

at the concerts he kind of does whatever he wants and forgets the “rehearsal” tbh Like hes js all over user, squeezing their tits and shi on stage,,, omfg where is the shame… the kisses get rlly rlly intense with each concert and he gets even handsier like wtf r ur hands under their skirt r u crazy 🫨🫨 the public loves that though so he finds himself doing more ahem collaborations,,, with user!! they also do more music together on the side LMFAO

— 🍓

DANTE… WHEN I CATCH U DANTE…

OF COURSEWE this sleaze completely disregards the rehearsal… POOR USER IS QUITE LITERALLY IN IT DEEP NAO.. like there’s no escaping dante when bros gawt manager trish AND manager vergil IT IS GAME OVER LMFAOAOA

his fans go BATSHIT when he goes above n beyond during performances.. now they’re constantly asking where user is on the off chance they don’t appear! soooo many rumors and speculations online now abt user and dante… and the worst part is that DANTE DOESNT DO ANYTHING TO BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS (◞‸◟)

literally on interviews if this mf is asked “are yu 2 romantically involved? maybe more?” DANTE IS SHAMELESS IN ADMITTING SOME INTERESTING THINGS… LIKE GETOWWWWRT !!!!’

at least the music they produce together isn’t half bad and actually helps boost user’s popularity!! :3 (that’s what he says to keep user collaborating w him so he can be all up on them HELPM i haye him….)

[evilminji]

Yes, but consider! It would be? So much funnier? If: *beautiful panning shot* *falling flower petals* *Romantic Swelling Music™* gorgeous man turns to look at Aria, and... D-Doki doki~♡? She turns! Looks deep into his eyes! Romance beam! Aaaaaand?

She dodges! NOPE™! Denied! Cease and DESIST!

System, audibly pouting and whining: "aaaaaaw, c'moooooon~~! User!! There's so many cute boooooys! Or girls! Do you want girls? We can do that! C'mon, I NEVER get to play with this aesthetic! Everything's so FLOWY~♡! Just one or twoooooo! Pleeeeeeease? I'll be good! Will you do it for points? I can give you SO MANY POINTS! C'mooooooon!"

*continuing to dodge the Romance Flags aggressively with her Sweet Xanxia Given Kung-fu Action Sword Flips* NO >:( Absolutely Not! Only Crafting! Me and my tool set and FAITHFULLY MARRIED, you HOMEWRECKER!

Immovable Hyperfixated AroAce vs. Unstoppable Romance Loving Mega Shipper!

FIGHT!

Only for them to then BOTH look at Bingge and go ( >.>) (<.< ) -> ( o.o )( o.o ) -> *terrified screaming and hugging each other* cause NOTHING brings two gals(?)(System's gender is System, but... like... Sparkly and Otome aesthetic) together like a batshit crazy dude with a Demon sword.

God, I am... so obsessed? (SI-OC thoughts)

PIDM/SVSSS/Xanxia let me gooooo .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

Back on my bullshit, with another Treasures Maker™. But like... make um TANK. Go ALL in. No being coy about it. No holding back. Balls to the wall, batshit insane Treasure Maker.

A real "w-why would you..." Sort of creator. Tentacle with a knife sort of "....wanted to see what would happen." Kind of gal. No one is safe and EVERYONE is nervous. Put the crafting supplies DOWN, shimei! Back AWAY from the crafting rooms! You KNOW you have to be supervised in there!

No one wants another... Incident™! (WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE INCIDENT™!!!)

Cause like?

They? Had a brother. That brother? Was gross. We love um, but teenagers, man. Violence and boobs. 2 Edgy 4 U media. That sort of shit. It was his bread and butter for like... Puberty.

Not! To say he was a bad kid! God, no! But he WAS basicly soaking in sweat, hormones, and teenage "oh god I'm so horny I couldd die but also AaaaaaAAAAAAA-!!!!" Brain fuckery. Not fun. She survived it, does NOT recommend, but still retains the Sisterly right to ROAST his deeply shit reading tastes (lightly).

After all? Who amongst us? Has not read terrible, terrible Smut based power fantasies? People in glass houses and all that.

.....she DOES wish she, you know, stuck it out. Read that trashfire COMPLETELY. Not just the spark notes, wiki, and that hilarious rant compilation of the Honorable Cucumber Bro (A Legend, we stan. God, what a psycho(affectionate)). But like... not her genre, man. She's an otome nerd. Her Meta knowledge aint worth SHIT.

But! Trying to relate to her brother? Listening to him excitedly talk about the latest chapters and current arcs? DID leave her with SOME knowledge. Enough knowledge.

Specifically?

This world is SHIT to women.

Like? A legit horror reality. Everyone has somehow? Still got that bullshit, purity culture, your honor is stored in your virginal, mint condition, breeding stock hoo-haa. While being surrounded by more natural aphrodisiacs then any Hentai universe could excuse! Like? EXCUSE ME!?

You can't SPIT, without hitting three Fuck Or Die plants and the aphrodisiac poisoning monster that LIVES IN UM!

But we, the WOMAN, would be a whore, should we be struck by the damn near inevitable? Airplane... you sexist HACK! (*Qinghau... feels like he's in danger*)(He swears he DIDNT MEAN IT! He just didn't think of the implications! About A LOT OF SHIT!)

Not to MENTION?

The fucking (quite literally) BODY HORROR fuckboi Protagonist! With his MONSTER DICK! Like? Look... she is a GROWN ASS WOMAN, okay? She KNOWS how sex works! Apparently, she is one of the privileged few in this universe who DOES. And while her little brother and that hack author may buy into the troupe "all women want huuuuuge, big, improbable, monster dicks"?

Ha ha! GOD, No. They do NOT. That is PURELY a male thing! It's a masculinity thing. Some power fantasy, male envy, "look how manly I am" bullshit. WOMEN? Have ORGANS. And while there ARE outliers (gods bless, we salute you. Go for greatness, you mad, mad queens.) MOST of us? Like bits that FIT.

You know... WITHOUT the Protagonist's so called "blood Gu". (Thanks! That's a HORRIFYING THOUGHT! Both on the "what do MEAN he, a non medically trained fuckboi, LITERALLY REARRANGED THEIR INSIDES?" lvl AND on the "WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARASITES IN THE BLOOD‽‽‽" lvl.)

So SI-OC? Rightfully? Wants Mr "All Women Are Belong To Me" NO WHERE near her. The fact that he's a demon? Irrelevant. The fact that he's an unrepentant MONSTER of a man? With a body horror dick? VERY relevant.

BEGONE XANXIA SATAN.

Leave her and her orifices the FUCK ALONE. You psychotic, sect murdering, realities destroying, selfish, narcissistic Fuckboi!

Not that she remembers much of the "cool motive, still murder" Phase of his life. Nor does she care, with how many people he fucks over. She wants to get far, FAR away from that mess. And more SPECIFICALLY? She wants to SURVIVE that mess. Which requires power.

She doesn't HAVE power.

But? She DOES have some Meta knowledge... and a shit ton of patience.

Cause after all, what is better then a protection talisman sewn onto a robe? Ten Thousand Protection Talismans sewn onto a robe, which is only ONE of a SET. And that? She can do.

To hell with pretty embroidery. Flowers and bamboo. Birds in flight. No, with Qi enhanced sight, and steady hands? The finest needle and the strongest, thinnest, thread? Script so tight and small it light grains of rice. Over and over and OVER. Each of her layers, holding thousands upon thousands of words. So small it's near impossible to read.

Which, of course, is to say nothing of the ribbons. Such long HAIR, after all! Only a FOOL wouldn't make USE of that space. Portioning out her head into hundreds of tiny braids, talisman written ribbons woven all the way down.

Every bit and piece of her clothing, a masterwork of steady repetition and patience. A fortress, built brick by brick. Not inconquerable. But strong enough, that even the heavens would strain.

Of course... only so long... as she's WEARING such armor.

Everyone must sleep eventually. Must bathe. You can not wear only one thing FOREVER. And that IS the difference between the strength you create and the strength you simply possess. One of them? Is always with you.

And like? Imagine it.

Big Sister. The penultimate Immovable Object facing off against Bingme's Unstoppable Force. Her DECADES of quite preparation unfurling like the waking of a slumbering GOD. All those traitors to the Sect. Women who BETRAYED their own. Betrayed their bothers and sisters, the CHILDREN they were supposed to guide and teach. For DICK. Having their attacks against her turned back against them.

Lethally.

As the remaining Peak Lords fight, a literal beacon of power. Of Safety. Sweeping through and grabbing survivors. Tossing them into a hidden realm she's literally wearing around her neck. Small but stable, her graduates work in progress. It's sparse in there. More bare earth and barely planted medical plants then anything. A few fruit trees.

But? It's beyond the reach of these invaders. And unless Luo Binghe kills her? Gets past her every defense and prys the anchor from her cold dead hands? Then they are safe. For now.

The sect may be lost. At least in terms of buildings, land. But it's PEOPLE? The important part? Not so long as she lives. The selfish dramas of demons and men are none of her concern. She has students, children, and the injured to protect.

And obviously, this makes her a target. She's shining like a God damn mini sun. It's not subtle. But the sect is burning, there's demons everywhere, she kinda expected that. At least she gets to kill a few of those traitorous "wives" on her way out.

(They betrayed their sisters. Their students. Their FRIENDS! This was their FUCKING HOME!! If they thought the Sect unforgivable? They should have LEFT. Not attacked as children fled for their lives. Cultivators are meant to kill monsters, not BECOME them.)

She takes them, her copies of as much of the libraries as she could manage on her own (it's not enough. Forgive her. She had to prioritize.) and heads for the border of the map. As fast as Cultivation can travel.

Did the Realms truely merge? Or did this portion collapse together? If they fly far enough, will they find the edge? And should it ALL have collapsed... he's not explored it yet. They have time to rebuild. Heal. Train and grow stronger..

All is not lost. Not yet.

Besides...

Who's to say that Fuckboi is the only Protagonist in this world? The only child of the Heavens? Maybe there are other gods. Maybe... maybe those gods are pissed. At the presumption. The arrogance. Maybe... just maybe, those gods will help. Who can say? It's never been done.

But is that not the duty of a righteous cultivator? To do what is right? To fight against monsters? What greater monster is there then this? The child not embraced by the village, will come to burn it down. But Luo Binghe? He has decided to burn the WORLD to ashes. And such madness must be stopped.

It doesn't matter how it began. They're gonna end it.

Together.

@mayfay @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @babbling-babull @hdgnj @leftnotright

[sanjisprincesswifey]

Can I request prompt no.3 with Sabo where you’re super smart and sexy and he loves watching you work and he wants to convince you that you’re meant to be together (because he’s secretly obsessed with you) Love you! Thank you Cherry!! 💕💕

note: i find it hard to believe that if sabo liked anyone he wouldn't be head over heels, batshit crazy, and obsessed with them. he just gives me those vibes, ya know?

♡: gender-neutral reader. 300+ words. sfw content.

sabo slumped down into his seat, setting his head down in his hand. a dazed smile pulls at the corner of his lips, as his lids droop down.

“hi sabo,” you hum, not even glancing up at him as you continue to write something down in your journal.

“i brought you lunch. i even cut the crusts off your sandwhich and asked them for fruit instead of fries as your side per your request,” he smiles, flashing you with a bright goofy smile, pushing the plate closer to you.

now, you gaze up between the plate and him. “thank you,” you take a small bite of the sandwich, pleased at the equal parts condiments and lettuce before setting it back down. “a little strange you knew my exact order, but we can move past that,” you tease, poking a cubed melon with your fork before feeding him the other bite.

sabo chuckles, accepting it as quick as he could. “i may or may not have asked one of the cooks if they knew it,” he sheepishly admits. you nod, a form of gratitude and understanding which has sabo twiddling his gloved fingers underneath the table.

“anyway, i, uh, was wondering if you’d like to go on that date i mentioned a couple days ago? i know this really great place we could—“

“didn’t you just ask me yesterday?” you ask, which has his cheeks flushing.

“well, yeah but—“

“i appreciate the offer sabo, i really do, but i work under you. i don’t think it’s the best idea and besides, why do you want to go on a date with me so bad? i’m just me, i’m nothing special—“

sabo’s hand flies to hold yours, immediately pausing you from talking any further. “i think you’re perfect.” the sincerity in his eyes says he wasn’t lying. “i think you were meant for me…i think you’re my soulmate,” he coyly admits, almost pleading with you to believe him.

you wanted to laugh, but you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not after the intensity of his gaze. he had been asking you for quite awhile and it seemed that he wouldn't be letting up anytime soon. one date wouldn’t kill you, right?

“alright. tonight at 7 sound good?” you concede.

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! (✿◠‿◠)

[nazukisser]

❱ http:˚♡nazuqi! ˚ˑؘ 💌 ·˚

introducing... nazuna & qian

✎ 🍪 . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 01. basics~!

who? nito nazuna, qian

what? childhood friends ➝ lovers

status? established

dynamic? parents (to ra*bits), idol & producer

✎ 🍪 . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 02. dynamics~!

Nazuna and I basically raise Ra*bits, and we're very proud to be doing so (❁´◡`❁) As their producer, I always am taking care of them, though my expertise mostly lies with planning events and managing the finances and marketing. We are usually on the same page, as we both have Ra*bits best interest in mind (though we usually ignore ourselves in our own decisions). It's not often that I include him too but forget about myself and vice versa. He's the priority of mine, not me. (But I'm his priority, so it balances out, I suppose. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ))

I'm not so confident in cooking and so is Nazuna, but we really do try our best to make meals for/with the rest of Ra*bits. It's family bonding time （*＾-＾*）The kitchen is just a little noisy because of us, and we're always discussing what's next, if we did this right, etc. etc. Nazuna is a little better at cooking than I am, even though my father has had me help out with the cooking for many years now... We usually make them bento boxes and of course, with our artistic talents (/hj) we always make them look as cute as we can. And we always pack them little encouraging notes. I have a stockpile of stationaries, pens, post-its, etc; this is the perfect use for them!

Nazuna and I are always taking care of each other. I'm always there when he wakes up from a nightmare (he sadly still gets them... I always keep a glass of water by the bedside table for him though) and since I'm a light sleeper, I wake up when he jolts up, but that means I'd be awake to be there for him. He says that I should just go back to sleep, but I could never leave him like that. He likes it when I snuggle up to him and I like his warmth a lot... he's very soft and warm teehee.

We're pretty busy people, so we don't actually see each other as much as we'd like to, even if we're both in Ra*bits and RhyLink. We usually keep our phones beside us and text each other periodically, usually during our breaks, to check up on each other. If we do get to see each other, we love hugging each other from behind and giving a kiss on the cheek as a little surprise. Though, if we're together for work reasons, we do try to keep it professional.

✎ 🍪 . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 03. history~!

As said earlier, we're childhood friends. We grew up in the same neighborhood, and we were together through thick and thin. We were pretty much inseparable, and we always confided with each other. Sick of our town, sick of our parents, sick of the way they wanted us to act... we let it all out to each other. Free therapy, maybe. We could always be true to ourselves with each other, and that when it was easiest to go batshit crazy. We hung out beside the river and kicked rocks and let out our frustrations often. At least it wasn't every day like that, and we would often have lighthearted conversations if the day lent itself to that.

We also took singing lessons together, under different teachers but around the same time. He finished half an hour before me, and he'd wait for me outside the class until it ended. We'd often talk about what we'd practiced that day and what songs we decided we were going to sing at the recital, and sometimes we'd stop by the toy store a couple of stores away. We'd sometimes bring in our allowance to buy little toys and trinkets that we'd sneak home inside the bags that held our binders for class.

As for games, we'd often play games together, even though he often liked FPS (first person shooter) games while I liked gacha/collector/rng type games. He'd play them with me, and I'd help out with his by keeping track of enemies and his HP bar ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

His chuunibyou phase in middle school... I refused to talk to him during those times. I wanted to be the "model student" and "creativity was to be put onto paper". But in reality, we'd hang out after school and I'd kind of join him in his chuunibyou. I ended up really liking magical girl anime at that time and gave my character a massively tragic backstory... yeah...

When he moved to Yumenosaki, I wished the best for him and hoped we would keep in touch, but we got really quite busy and I had moved outside the country, so we weren't able to contact each other as much, especially with the opposite timezones. I saw him on TV, I saw him on YT, and while I was so proud of him, it was worrying to see him so marionette-like. This wasn't what he told me when he was going there, and I was only really able to reach him after he left. We talked again, and as Ra*bits came into his life, I could finally feel the human in him again, but as he didn't pick up my calls or answered my texts later as he spent more time with them, I felt like I was getting neglected. How dare! /lh So, when the job opportunity for a producer came, I grabbed it by the neck and took it. I used to feel a little jealous of Ra*bits for "taking away" Nazuna, but they're part of my everything now and no one will be hurting them <3

[sophi-x-sims]

Dusty Ridge S2: Chapter 4.4

Friday Morning

♡ The Griggs’ Residence: 10:05am ♡

“Thanks for helping me with the dishes. I think the frittata should be out soon as well. And good thing because I’m starving. You should have really come over earlier.” Lauren started rambling, but she cut herself off, allowing Aaron the space to say, 

“You practically forced me too, and we would have, but we had to do our own present opening.”

“Yeah. Anyways, what do you think of Vanessa?”

Confused what she expected him to say, since they had only seen each other twice, Aaron, hesitatingly, said, “She’s... nice?”

Lauren quickly went on, unfolding the situation, “Dion actually asked me if it was okay for her to be over here, for Christmas, so I guess that was a win. But still, they’ve only been dating for a little over two months. Do I really trust her?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

She pressed her lips together, unsure on how to word this, but ended up saying, “Well... because we may or may not have had a sort of- fling, in college.”

Aaron titled his head, almost quizzically, as he asked, “Lor, why don’t you talk to Feita about this stuff?”

Lauren rolled her eyes at him, wondering why today was the day he had chosen to be a prude. Over nothing, at that. “God, it’s not like I’m talking about anything sexual. Well not directly, anyway. It’s like me saying I had a “fling” with Dion for 10 years.”

“Still. This is bestfriend stuff, and I’m not that.”

Lauren sighed, and then said, “Well, Feita won’t talk to me. She’s been so weird lately.”

He furrowed his brows at her, trying to think of what small drama they had created between their selves this time, as he said, “About what?”

“So you remember that picnic, a couple months ago?”

“Yeah?”

“She went up and talked to someone on the side of the road during it, and she looked extremely uneasy when she came back.” Lauren stopped for a moment, recalling the scene in her head, and then said, “I feel like I recognize that person, too.”

Starting to have a clue on exactly who that was, he tried to question her farther, to gauge her current knowledge on it, “That is weird. What’d she um, say about it?”

“Nothing. Every time I ask she gets so defensive.”

“Why don’t you set up a playdate, with the twins and Ellie, and you two can talk then?”

Lauren responded, still questioning where exactly it would get them, though, “I guess. What would make a difference about that and before, though?”

“Well, all I’m saying is that she may have had a good reason to keep it from you. Since you’re batshit crazy, at least most of the time.”

Lauren raised her brows at his last statement, and was quick to say back, “If I’m batshit crazy, then mother would be a sociopath. But, you know something, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. All I said was that I know Feita, and if she’s kept something from you, she likely has a good reason.” Aaron shrugged, then continued trying to explain, “After you talk, and play with the kids for a while, you two will probably be just like before. Then she may tell you, or she won’t. Time will tell. But at least you won’t be bothering me anymore about your dating/ex-husband whatever life.”

Lauren nodded, still trying to sort the overall situation out in her head, but just went with agreeing with him, “I guess that make sense. You sure are being awfully rude though, especially to your dear sister, and on Christmas.”

“I need some sleep. Plus, I don’t know how to deal with all of your problems, dear sister.” 

“Okay, whatever. Go tell everyone it’s ready.” Lauren waved her hand at him, waiting for him to go.

“Wow, so bossy.”

She raised her brows, and with a small tilt of her head, she said, “I figured I’d channel some of your energy.”

He shook his head at her, and said an overexaggerated, “Ha-ha.”

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