#if i actually enjoyed coloring i would be unstoppable

[ruruvxz]

Keeping it quiet 'til I hit back — California

The Woman Who Left Too Soon; Lara Raj, the lead singer and coveted music producer for Katseye, has never felt the need for useless romance. Don't get her wrong— she loves a good chummy romance, but it was never really for her. That could partly be blamed on her past lover, who abruptly left her just to become some indie artist, but then again, the tides change, and so do the people. And what the— she's famous now, she's unstoppable, she can pull anyone, so why the hell is the woman who left her in the dust, pretending to be all buddy-buddy with her.

PROFILES∿ nightmare blunt rotation > KATSEYE

#masterlist, #payroll advocates

LARA RAJ ❀ lararajj & larahatesbabies

“Said I had the prettiest eyes, you’ve ever seen.” Lara has always known who she was since birth, a beautiful singer, and an even more beautiful person, despite her intimidating exterior, she’s such a kind soul. She’s the sweetest person to everyone, although has trouble being in relationships due to her previous rocky one with another musician. Y/n L/n left her high and dry without a word, though, she avoids talking about it completely and tries her best not to contact her due to her issues. Although one thing can be noted, she has never told anyone the name or who her evil ex actually was, just the terrible stories that came with it.

MERET MANON ❀ meretmanon & bluntmanz

“She’s a catch, but so am I.” The only girl who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut, constantly getting in trouble for slipping updates and upcoming projects the girls are doing. Manon is very genuine though, she hates liars, absolutely adores her members, and will always defend them. Despite that she doesnt know about Y/n, and only knows of an evil girl Lara used to date. She thinks y/n would be perfect for a blunt rotation though. She met Lara during Dream Academy and connected through the fact that both girls had been chosen and hadn’t auditioned like the rest. The both of them are so close, in fact, they even go to family parties together with Megan and Lara’s sister.

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA ❀ sophialaforteza & sophiathefirst

“Guess sometimes you learn to forget.” The mother of the group. As someone who Lara confides with the most for relationship advice, Sophia knows all about you, in a strange way, always finding another reason to dislike you every day. Despite that, she remains civil and enjoys your music (mainly because she doesn’t know it’s you). Her heart is in the right place, Sophia and Lara had a shared love for musical arts, and often went to musicals and plays together, even having their little group filled with other theater geeks.

DANIELA AVANZINI ❀ danielaavanzini & opiummdani

“You had to make it obvious.” Lara’s biggest opp I’m afraid, it’s all in lighthearted fun, but y/n was unironically one of her celebrity crushes so she’d sometimes go on and on, not knowing the true extent of her behavior. She means nothing bad by it, but on multiple occasions, Lara has blocked her, even during events the redhead is side-eyeing Daniela whenever she brings you up. Even then, Daniela and Lara had an inseparable bond, through their love for dance and Playboi Carti, the both of them make a lethal duo. Daniela would often barge into Lara’s room begging to go to Erewhon together or to do another dance trend for the Eyekons.

MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL ❀ meganskiendel & mamanmegan

“I wanted to see the world in color, through your eyes.” Lara’s roommate and number one victim of her constant yapping and ranting knows Lara like an open book and is undoubtedly the closest one to her. This leads her to being the only person, other than Lara’s sister, who knows who you truly are. Despite the fact, that she adores Y/n more as a musician than a person, teasing Lara at the fact Megan owns Y/n’s poster and hangs it on the walls of their shared bedroom. She is quite literally Lara’s little sister she never had, she invites Lara to family events and vice versa. She never goes anywhere without Lara, often begging her to come with her to do minuscule tasks, like getting a lighter for the deli a jogging away, she has to bring Lara with her.

YOONCHAE JEUNG ❀ y0pn_cha3 & yooninurwalls

“And the walls painted white, they tell me all their secrets.” Even though everyone knows about her sassy attitude, Yoonchae is regarded to be one of the innocent members. Although no one knows she’s friends with Y/n and her little crew, since she’s often kept to herself, and no one asks about it. Despite being in both groups, she has no clue that you and Lara where ever in a situation together, and completely blocks out all her member’s love lives. She is Lara’s baby, her child, her toddler, even when Yoonchae’s tired and sleepy, Lara would always lend her a shoulder to sleep on. And when Lara’s tired, she still tries her best to entertain Yoonchae despite how exhausted she is.

[beautifulfuckup99]

How about an insecure reader who thinks she is unworthy of love and keeps pushing JK away and wants to keep it just friends but he doesnt care and snaps one night showing her how much he wants her 🤭😉

Awe! So cute! Got you right now! Lol

Title: I can handle it

Warning(s): Talks of body weight, Insecure!Y/N, Face-S!tting, Dom!Jungkook, D!rty Talk, Spank!ng, Some Hair Pull!ng, Curs!ng, and some well-earned fluff!

Author's Note: So this will follow a curvy and/or plus sized Y/N because as a fellow 'big girl', I know we deserve some damn good smut too! Hope you enjoy! Oh! And this will be and "Idol!AU"...

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Monday:

"Jungkook, stop!" You snap, finally fed up with today as you move out of his arms. "I'm not going." You declare as you walk back into your closet to change out of the dress. Tonight was nerve-wracking. Management had given Jungkook the green light to make a public outing with you in order to confirm that he was in fact in a relationship.

This would be your first introduction to ARMY, this giant mass of unstoppable force, that could make or break you and your relationship. And you were panicking.

"Y/N, what was wrong with that one?" Jungkook asks in the same calm and soft tone as he always had with you.

But how long would that last?

How long would he put up with you before realizing he could have literally anyone else? Famous or not.

You were spiraling now.

Just fucking great!

"I looked like a fucking pumpkin!" You say with an eyeroll. "Tell the guys I'm sorry, go out with them on your own. We'll do this reveal another time." You state and Jungkook frowns, walking into your closet to actually face you.

"First off..." He says, eyebrows knitted together in slight frustration. He would never let that out in his tone though. "Orange is a great color on you. And secondly, we can't keep putting this off..." He says as you rummage through your rack of clothes to try and find something. Nothing looked good enough.

"Baby, could you please just leave? I wanna change." You say, never a fan of changing in front of him. He rolls his eyes at that.

"Y/N, we've literally had sex before, yet I can never see you naked? It makes no sense." He sighs and you turn to him.

"Out, Jungkook. Now!" You order as you fuss at him. He sighs heavily before just giving in and leaving. There was always tomorrow...

Tuesday:

"Mm... Something smells good..." Jungkook says pleasantly as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You sigh deeply and move from his arms, not liking the feeling of his hands so close to your stomach.

"It's nothing special." You say casually and Jungkook frowns a bit at that and sighs softly before letting it go. He did that a lot when dealing with you. But you were worth that. Even if you never saw it that way...

"Oh? Nothing special, my ass. It smells like Samgyeopsal!" He laughs softly and it almost melts your icy demeanor. Keyword: almost.

"Wait till it's done, to see." You mutter and he laughs more.

"No. Let me see!" He says as he tries reaching over you to uncover the pan.

"Kookie, no! Let it be a surprise!" You laugh as you move in the way so he can't uncover the pan.

"Let me see!" He laughs as he starts to play fight with you.

"No! Go away, wait till dinner!" You fuss and gasp as you feel Jungkook wrap his arms around you and you feel him begin to lift you.

"No! Jungkook, put me down!" You practically shriek in panic. He's quick to put you down and you push him away. "Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself!" You say as you back away, feeling panicked. Hiding your body with baggy clothes was one thing, but having him always trying to grab you and hold you? God, it was like he'd find out, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was dating a plus-size woman. And you didn't want that.

"Y/N, calm down. I was joking. Plus, I lift more than that at the gym-" You cut him off.

"I don't care! Don't do that again!" You say and huff before storming away, leaving your boyfriend upset and hurt in the kitchen.

Wednesday:

"What are you looking at?" You scrunch your nose as Jungkook gets comfy on the end of your bed, watching you as you read your chapter for the night.

"Just... Watching my beautiful, smart girlfriend read." He chuckles softly and you shift at that.

"Don't be weird." You mutter as you go back to reading.

You had this theory going. See, if you let yourself fall for Jungkook and all his sweet words, you'll only feel stupid when he finally comes to his senses and leaves you. So, acting cold and nonchalant? At least you could act like you don't care when he breaks up with you. And what's better is he'll never get the satisfaction of knowing he hurt you! It was the perfect plan!

"Why do you do that? Just take the compliment..." He sighs and you look up from your book at face him and breathe deeply. You knew you didn't have much time with him left. He only had this week off, hence why he wanted to come out publicly with you this week...

"No." You say finally and shut your book. He sighs and moves closer to you, gently touching your thigh and you grab his hand. "Night, Jungkook." You say simply and he sighs.

Thursday:

"Hey, baby. Good work out today?" You ask gently as Jungkook comes bouncing into your apartment.

"Yeah! It was great. You should come with me next time to-" You cut him off.

"I like working out alone." You state fast. Last thing you wanted was for your, very toned, boyfriend to watch you run on a treadmill for an entire hour.

"Well, I just thought-" You cut him off again.

"I like my privacy." You say and walk past him to go to your room.

"Y/N... Come on, I... I just think It'll be cool for you to watch me!" He tries as you shut the bedroom door. He groans and rubs his still sweaty face. He sighs and shakes his head. "Ok. I'll cook dinner tonight?" He calls with no response. "Ok. Got it..." He mutters and shakes his head.

Friday:

"Oh! Here." Jungkook says as he tries pouring more noodles into your bowl and you're fast to pull it away.

"No! I'm good." You assure fast as you shake your head.

"But you only had a little bit." He argues gently as he tries again.

"No, Jungkook. It's not like I need the extra food." You snort, trying to make light of your appearance. He frowns.

"What does that mean? Food is food." He says and you hum at that. "Y/N, I don't like when you-" You cut him off.

"Tell the truth?" You raise an eyebrow. "Jungkook, you look fucking amazing. That's a given." You state. "I don't, and that's just as obvious." You shrug.

"Y/N!" He says just as offended as he'd be if you were to make fun of him. "What's been going on with you this week? Ever since I brought up going public with you, you've been-" You cut him off again.

"A bitch?" You ask. You couldn't explain the attitude change. Maybe a part of you was hoping to tire Jungkook out enough for him to leave you? Maybe you were hoping to spend this whole week picking fights with him so you wouldn't have to go public with him? And then he'd go back to Korea and you two could go back to skype calls and long text messages instead.

"No! Y/N, stop." He says, shaking his head. "You're fucking perfect the way you are. I love you. Stop acting so... Cold." He says and you watch him closely and feel your heart clench at the fear of letting yourself believe him. You couldn't.

"I'm gonna go wash dishes." You state and get up, walking off.

Saturday:

"No. No this is all wrong." You sigh as you eye yourself in the mirror.

"I think you look sexy." Jungkook smirks as he comes around to grab you from behind as your eyes stay glued to your stomach area that you could see through the tight black dress you had on.

"No. You can see... Everything. And it's so... tight." You pout a bit as you feel the cool metal of Jungkook's lip ring trail along your neck.

"So? We're going out to a bar. You look good." He encourages as he trails his lips towards your pulse point.

You feel the anxiety building up as you think about tonight. Going public, what that means for you both. The 'what if's pile on as you stand there.

What if he gets bored of you?

What if you guys don't last?

What if you get hurt?

What if it becomes clear to everyone that he can do so much better?

You couldn't do this...

You liked your relationship over the phone. Where it was safe. Where he was where he was, and you were where you were. Where he only saw what you wanted him to see. Where you could hide from him. It's always easier to love from afar. You get to use your imagination for the rest and fantasy is always better than reality.

You were spiraling again...

Just fucking great.

"No. I'm not doing this. I can't." You say finally and pull away. "I look horrible, I'm not going out like this." You state as you try moving away from Jungkook, only to be yanked back.

"Y/N, enough." He says and you move away from him.

"No! 'Enough' yourself! I'm not going!" You huff and turn to go to the closet. "My fat ass is sitting hom-" You're finally cut off by Jungkook.

"Stop talking about yourself like that, god damnit!" He finally snaps and you pause, never hearing that tone from him before.

"I am sick of you acting like this. You're so fucking sexy, and you wanna walk around like you're not? You're driving me fucking crazy. Come here." He orders as he pulls you right against him.

"Jungkook-" He cuts you off again.

"I don't wanna hear you anymore." He orders. "Do I make myself clear?" He asks firmly as he grabs your neck to make you look up at him. You feel your face heat up and you can only nod. You feel his strong arms wrap firmly around your waist before he lifts you up. You want to stop him, you want to warn him about your weight, but you can't speak as he takes you to the bed and tosses you back on the bed.

He grips your thighs. "So fucking sexy. I love your thighs and ass." He pants and turns you on to your stomach fast. You're stunned by the strength. "And all you wanna do is talk shit about the body I love..." He growls and smacks your ass cheek, groaning. "Fuck, I love watching it jiggle." He groans and you moan at the sting.

You feel your dress bunch up at your waist and look back at him as best as you can as he smacks your ass again. "Fuck, baby..." He whispers and grabs your hand, pulling it to his crutch.

"You feel how hard you get me? Hm? And you still think you're not perfect? Please." He scoffs as you shiver at the feel of his bulge under your hand. You can't help but open your legs more in anticipation.

He moves away from you and lays back on the bed. "Come here." He orders and you open your mouth, but he grabs your face. "Did I fucking say talk? Hm?" He whispers as he shakes your head for you as you moan out a soft 'no', loving how he controlled your body.

"No. I didn't. Shut the fuck up. And get on my fucking face." He orders and your eyes widen, but you move on top of him, mindful of your weight still.

You hover over his face, and he grips your hips. "I said sit." He whispers.

"Jungkook, I don't wanna-" He cuts you off.

"Why do you think I work out every day? Hm? I can handle you, Y/N. I want you smothering me." He orders and you blush hard.

"Jungkook... I... J-Just... Tap out if it gets too much..." You whisper and he snorts at that.

"I'm a man, Y/N. Tapping out is for wusses." He states.

"You say that till you pass out." You mutter, trying to joke too. He looks you right in the eyes.

"It'll be the best way to go. Now sit." He orders and you bite your lip, but slowly lower yourself on to his face more.

"Watch yourself. In the mirror. Watch how sexy you are..." He whispers against your underwear covered pussy. You nod and slowly look up at the mirror as you feel his mouth move between your pussy lips. You gasp softly and run your fingers through his hair as he teases your clit through your underwear and leaves bite marks along your inner thighs.

Soon, your underwear is pushed to the side as he focuses on sucking and licking your clit. You try and keep your eyes open, but you're a moaning mess as you feel him work his tongue deeper between your folds.

"Ah... Ah... Oh, baby!" You moan and feel his tongue wiggle towards your entrance, slowly sliding into you. His arms wrap around your thighs, and he pulls you harder against him. You can feel his nose on your clit and his tongue moving deeper inside of you, and it's as if he's smothering himself in your pussy.

Looking in the mirror by your bed, you can see your hair a mess, your dress bunched up around your waist, and Jungkook's hand undoing his belt as he lays under you.

You groan at the sight of him using one hand to pull out his cock that's already hard. He strokes it as he focuses on eating you out.

"Oh, baby!" You practically purr, never feeling so... desired before.

He moans deeply into your pussy, and you can't help but rock your hips against his face, gripping his hair more tightly. "So good! It's so good! Baby!" You moan as your head rolls back a bit. You can't lift yourself up from his face even if you wanted to. His tatted and solid arm was still wrapped tightly around your thigh to hold you on his face like an oxygen mask. Oh, the irony...

"I'm gonna cum!" You moan out loudly, unable to stop yourself. God, you loved feeling manhandled like this.

Hearing your moans and cries, Jungkook grips your hips with both hands, moving you more so you're riding his tongue and grinding against his nose, making a mess on his face. "Oh... My god, yes..." You whine as you feel it building effortlessly. You needed this release. And all at once, it hits you.

"Jungkook!" You call out as you cum hard on his face. He doesn't stop though. You squeak at the constant rubbing on your now sensitive clit and fall back on to the bed to lessen the pressure on your bundle of nerves, but Jungkook doesn't let go of your hips, and instead moves to lay on his stomach, still eating you out.

"Oh my god! Baby! T-Too... Too much!" You pant as your back aches at the aftershock.

"Mm... so fucking sweet..." He mumbles against your clit between heavy pants, your juices covering his face like a freakin face mask. It makes you blush as he kisses up your body. "Get on your stomach. Face the mirror." He orders.

"I get it, you like my body-" He cuts you off.

"Too late for that. I want it drilled into you." He says and forces you into that position.

You blush hard and try covering your face, but he's quick to smack your ass hard. "Look. Look at how pretty you get when I slide in." He pants in your ear, and you shiver and look in the mirror.

You gasp shakily as you feel him start to slide in. "Atta girl. Stay just like that..." He praises breathlessly and reaches around to hold your neck as he fucks you slow and deep. His hand moves to your chin and pulls your head back so you can look up at him.

"You like to overthink? Hm?" He whispers and you blush but nod, admitting to being so trapped in your own mind. "It's ok, baby. I'll just fuck your brains out." He assures quietly against your forehead in an innocent and comforting tone before he kisses your forehead.

You can't help but hum excitedly and feel his thick cock slide out of you slowly. He moans lowly as your walls clench around him. "Fuck, baby. Don't wanna let me go?" He taunts and you giggle breathlessly.

"Fuck no. You feel too good..." You shiver and he smacks your ass.

"Yeah? Beg." He whispers and you moan softly as he slowly slides back into you.

"Please. Please, I-I don't wanna think more. Fuck me. Fuck me, please, bab-" You're cut off by him grabbing your hair hard and making you look at the mirror.

"Look at you. You see how fucking pretty you are? Hm? Did I get it through your thick fucking skull yet?" He whispers in your ear before slamming into you deeply, which makes you scream out in pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, baby. Yes!" You call out as he starts fucking you roughly.

"Say sorry for being so mean." He growls in your ear as he pounds you relentlessly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, baby..." You whine, eyes rolling back as he starts hitting your spot. "Right! There! Oh my god!" You scream out as he keeps going, no desire to stop just yet, smirking at how he had turned you into a moaning mess.

"Fuck me back, baby. Let me watch that ass jiggle." He orders as he grabs your waist to pull your ass up. You shiver and start to fuck yourself on his thick cock as he smacks your now red ass cheek.

"Fuck yes. Bounce that ass on me, baby." He groans as you watch through the mirror as he watches your body in awe. He really did love you...

You feel your heart skip a beat. He did find you attractive. He did want you. And you had him wrapped around your finger with such ease. You'd spent all this time treating him wrong, to what cost? He was still here. He still wanted you. Who were you to get in his way?

"Kiss me." You shiver and he does just that, kissing you sloppily as your bodies move freely...

Sunday:

"Congratulations, you two! Beautiful couple, really." The paparazzi calls out as he snaps more photos of you as you hold Jungkook's hand tighter while being led out of the coffee shop you'd just finished having brunch at. You both smile sheepishly at the attention and say nothing, deciding that a statement wasn't needed...

You get in the back of the car first so Jungkook would have some time with his fans, to wave at them and such. You see different girls screaming to him about how much they love him and for a second you feel a tug to your heart. An ugly 'what if' trying to rear its ugly head. But instead, you just watch the man who had made love to you all night long last night and feel your breath return to normal.

You had nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to worry about. Because you had a man who could handle all of you just fine.

And you could handle him too...

[lint-beetle4]

Eclipse (ShadowPeach Smut)

For a popular ship, there is a lot of potential with how powerful both of these monkeys are that I haven't seen explored much. I hope you enjoy!

Smut below

Every day and night, the sky would be met by the enticing light of the moon and the sun. Glowing in their powerful aura, they danced together as they watched over their domain. Yet, every few years or so, they would grow lonely, craving more than the occasional dance steps that they would greet by.

During these moments, gentle touches and whispers would greet them, love shining through the penumbra of their embrace.

Macaque was a vicious fighter, agile and cruel. He knew how to throw dirty blows and tricks that would make his opponents stumble. His counterpart, Wukong however, was smart, cheeky, able to have his opponents drive themselves mad in order to land a hit on the sage. Wukong used emotions and his own words to strike while Macaque bared his claws and lashed out with precision. Together, they were unstoppable; against the other, they were at a stalemate.

Macaque panted as him and Wukong sparred, his strength fleeting. Wukong seemed tired too, his fur drenched in sweat. It didn't help that it was a particularly humid summer day, but that wouldn't deter either of the warriors, weather was only an inconvenience never a game-changer. Wukong's staff stood firmly in his grasp, the stone monkey's tail lashing in his excitement.

"What's wrong, Macaque?" The prideful monkey grinned. "Giving up, already?"

Macaque grinned, shaking his head as he charged at Wukong, shadows changing the land before the two as Wukong fell, Macaque's cudgel blocking the king from rising up.

"Nah, I'm just getting started." The shadow demon smirked, looking down at Wukong's fallen form with satisfaction. "It seems I've won though, huh? Do you concede, Wukong? You don't have much of a choice anyways?"

The air was still, Wukong's eyes strong, yielding no signs of surrender. Wukong chuckled lowly, his feet kicking up to off-balance Macaque, the darker monkey quickly retreating as Wukong stood to his feet.

"How about we actually get started then, Macaque. This warm-ups been fun and all, but I want to see your true power."

Macaque grinned toothily, a near snarl as he stood straight, his posture braced for the quick movements Wukong seemed to be itching to fight back. The heat of the sun couldn't match the intense glare of the two monkeys, both eager to win over the other.

It was Sandy's idea, interestingly enough, to have them spar as a form of bonding. While neither was opposed, the two definitely have gotten into quarrels through the mountain as they fought, calls of cheating or foul play. Eventually, they decided that a fair fight is one where the only limit is serious harm to the opponent or the land around them.

Thus, the two exchanged blow after blow, rounds of fighting that seemed to barely drain the other. The sun had lowered further, and Wukong’s clones had thoroughly pinned Macaque to the ground, hot breaths tickling the shadow demon as Macaque panted, nearly heaving to catch his breath.

Macaque groaned against the clones, trying to move his body against the clones. Wukong stepped over to Macaque, a pleased smirk as his hand trailed along Macaque’s face, lifting the angered celestial monkey’s chin to meet his eyes.

“You could give up now, peaches, or we could be here all night? How about it?”

Macaque spat on the ground, sharp teeth bared at Wukong as he growled with piercing eyes towards the sage. “Do your worst, Great Sage, I’m never conceding.”

Wukong lifted an eyebrow, face leaning closer to Macaque’s. “Colors?”

“Red for stop, Yellow for pause, Green to keep going.” Macaque rolled his eyes, his expression softening briefly at Wukong. 

Wukong tapped on Macaque’s cheek, smirk returning to him. “Good boy.”

“What’s this all about, Wukong?” Macaque quickly returned to character, weakly struggling against the clones that looked at the monkey underneath them with hungry eyes. 

One of Wukong’s clones brushed against Macaque’s tail, trailing the sensitive nerves that connected to it. Macaque shivered underneath its touch, his expression never wavering.

“You’ll lose one way or another, Six-Eared Macaque.” Wukong nearly spat, another clone lifting Macaque slightly, hands groping at Macaque’s chest. “Until I hear those words, I’ll just keep toying with you.”

Macaque glared hardening, a blushing forming on his face as the hands fondled his chest, lightly pinching at his clothed nipples. Macaque sighed, hiding his moans from Wukong’s piercing expression.

“I–I’m not falling to your tricks, Great Sage.”

Wukong smirked, “Have it your way. All you need to do is beg, and I’ll be right here to fill all those needs of yours.”

Macaque whimpered lightly as the hands stroked his stomach, sliding through his clothes and peeling them off slowly. One of the clones had marked Macaque’s neck with deep bite marks, pulsating and radiating with pleasure and pain. Macaque gasped, feeling his outer shift being stripped away and mouths latching onto his chest like hungry cubs.

Wukong’s voice whispered to Macaque, deep and rumbling in Macaque’s sensitive ears.

“Look at you, writhing and squirming against my clones…Color?”

“Green,” Macaque moaned, his body slowly going limp as the various touches along his body overwhelmed him. They pressed hot against his fur, kissing and suckling that trailing through body while Macaque weakly struggled against the arms that held him in place. 

One clone was brave enough to go lower, tongue trailing along Macaque’s stomach, pressing kisses and light nips against his hips while avoiding the growing hunger that built in Macaque’s pants. Yet, Wukong merely watched as clones continued to overwhelm the celestial monkey, eyes hungry, nearly devouring the sight of Macaque weak against the sensational torment of Wukong’s clones.

“Mng,” Macaque groaned, mouth covered by a clone fiercely smashing his lips into Macaque’s, moans muffled as drool trailed down Macaque’s face. 

“Just one word, Macaque, and I’m all yours.”

Wukong’s voice teased him again, and Macaque pulled away from the clone, glaring at Wukong. 

“Fuck. You.”

Wukong huffed, an amused grin on his face. Wukong sat back, pulling out a half-erect cock in front of Macaque’s face. “Have it your way.”

With a simple gesture, the sage’s clones continued further, more aggressively as blood dripped down the various bite marks that littered Macaque’s body. Hands reached down to paw at Macaque’s erection, pants sliding off painfully slow as Macaque’s breath hitched at the cool dusk air hitting his pussy.

“What’re you–” Macaque yelped, feeling a hand lightly stroke against Macaque’s now wet cunt, throbbing and twitching for more sensation as rough skin and light touches sent shivers down Macaque’s spine.

Whispers of the clones filled Macaque’s ears, sour words and bitter chuckles that had Macaque twitching and groaning as he mewed weakly against the single hand that stroked him, teased him with the way it never pressed hard enough nor moved fast enough.

“So weak, like putty in our hands.”

“Getting off to clones? How laughable.”

“Does our touch replicate his so well? Enough for you to start moaning like a whore to a wealthy man?”

Macaque stuttered, breathing heavily against the warm bodies that enveloped him. “I–I’m not–”

“Sure you are,” Wukong’s voice growled in his ear, closer than Macaque had thought. “Just lose yourself, concede and I’ll give everything to you.”

Macaque moaned, eyes shut in the painful ecstasy that flowed through his body.

“Wukong,” Macaque’s voice shook heavily, his breaths ragged as Wukong’s face betrayed no emotion. “Wukong–I–”

“Tell me, Macaque.” Wukong’s voice slid easily through Macaque’s ears, silky and light. “What do you want?”

“I need you.” Macaque answered honestly, his tone begging as Macaque shivered once more, feeling himself getting close despite his craving for more touch–deeper, deeper, Macaque just needed them to go deeper. “I need you to–to breed me. Inside of me–I need you inside of me.”

Wukong’s chuckle sent waves of anticipation through Macaque’s body as footsteps and shuffling sounded around him. A new body pressed against Macaque, breath tickling him as Wukong’s tongue licks the shell of Macaque’s ear, nipping it lightly.

“As you wish,” Wukong’s smirk never left his voice, his member pressing up against Macaque’s pussy. “Color?”

“Wukong, for fuck’s sake–” Macaque yelled, turning back to Wukong while pressing his ass closer to the stone monkey. “Green, just fuck me already!”

Without a second thought, Wukong’s cock entered Macaque, Macaque groaning at the sudden entry, tightening against the member. Wukong didn’t stop for a second, hips thrusting aggressively against Macaque, grinding against him as the clones began to disappear one by one, leaving final bite marks against the panting monkey.

“Fuck–Gah,” Macaque moaned, arms now bracing against the ground as Wukong’s fangs latched onto Macaque’s shoulders. “Mng–Wukong–”

Wukong growled, possessive and controlling. Macaque’s moans grew louder, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as Wukong’s cock buried deep into Macaque’s cunt. 

A building warmth filled Macaque’s core as Wukong continued to senselessly pound into Macaque, claws scratching at the darker monkey’s fur as Wukong’s growls and chuffs continued to fill Macaque’s ears. Macaque’s arms were weak, being held up by Wukong as Macaque’s body was practically limp against Wukong.

“Macaque–” Wukong’s voice rasped against Macaque. “I’m–ghh–close.”

Macaque whimpered, feeling the rough pads of Wukong’s fingers rubbing against his clit. “Hnng, Wukong–Fuck–Inside, fill me up–I need your pups in me, Wukong–”

Macaque felt something snap inside of him, hot streams of cum pouring into his burning, raw pussy as his groans were nearly in sync with Wukong’s. Macaque felt Wukong pulsating in him, going flacid as he slowly drew out his dick, spreading Macaque’s cheeks to admire his work. Macaque’s legs gave out, shaking and weak as he slumped against the ground.

“You’ve lost.” Wukong’s voice was hoarse, rough against the darker sky that slowly became night.

Macaque growled, his teeth biting against his lip dangerous as Macaque’s tail thud against the ground. With a weak, quivering voice, Macaque spoke. “Fine, you win, Great Sage. I concede.” Wukong hummed, satisfied and proud of his win. Lifting himself off of Macaque, Wukong helped him up, carrying the exhausted shadow demon back to his hut while brushing off any remaining dust from the both of them.

“How many wins is that for you again? Like 8?” Macaque asked, fixing his scuffed clothes with shadows that tiredly mended his clothing.

Wukong shrugged, walking into his hut as he took out some fruits for him and Macaque to share. “I’m pretty sure we’re almost even though. Last time, you took me out pretty quickly.”

“That’s because you got distracted by one of your subjects borderline harassing me,” Macaque chuckled, laying down still sore from the thorough beating his body had taken. Wukong’s only response was an amused chuckle, sitting by Macaque as Wukong cuddled into him, a slight apology for being rougher than he wanted to be.

[ravenclaw-jojo]

What's in a Name?

First ever time participating in this and throwing myself headfirst into fanfiction writing after several years of hiatus. This is for the Blind Date Event hosted by @unintentionalseductress For @lazyjellyfish300 :3 I don't believe any warnings should be warranted since this is just light fluff <3 Hope you like! Summary: That one barista notices you.

“Alright, I’ll see you later.” Geto finished the last of his tea before standing up, returning the cafe chair under the table while Gojo fixed him with an upset pout. “What? You said we were going to explore that haunted mill today. The elders have been-..” “The elders can deal with another cursed spirit walking around Earth one more day. It’s not like we won’t make quick work of them when we do.” Geto replied in an even tone. “There was a call off at the cafe, and I thought I’d pick up an extra shift.” 

Gojo scoffed and Geto could almost see the way he rolled his ice-blue eyes behind the blindfold. “I don’t even know why you’re there. It’s not like you don’t have an actual job with us.” “For a few hours, I like to feel normal. Not some guy defending the greater Tokyo district from spiritual disaster.” He responded, already walking away from the table. Gojo snorted, “Lucky for you, I’m the first one on speed dial.” Geto chuckled softly, knowing that Gojo’s clinginess was warranted – they were an unstoppable duo and it wasn’t that Geto didn’t enjoy spending time with his best friend, unintentionally growing stronger with each cursed spirit he devours. But in those blissful few hours, he enjoyed simply being Geto Suguru. Another soul amongst many. “Sure, I’ll catch you later.” 

✿————✦————✿

The scent of roasting beans had grown into something of a comfort for him, Geto falling into a quick routine once he clocked in. Tying his shoulder-length, raven hair in a bun at the nape of his neck, cinching the barista apron around his waist, he measured and poured beans in the grinder. Taking his time to learn the correct way to steam and even make latte art. He hadn’t lied to Gojo when he explained his need to be ‘normal’ for a few hours. It gave him that small amount of peace where he could turn off his chaotic thoughts…

Ding.

His eyes automatically drew to the glass door that led into the coffeeshop, visceral feeling time slow down, eyes lighting up like lightning behind thick grey clouds. You. This gorgeous woman with the warmest chocolate eyes he’d ever seen and a smile that made his heart stutter in his chest. It was gradual, how you seemed to embed yourself in his heart, building an entire room for yourself that he’d been completely unaware of. If he were being truly honest, he hadn’t noticed when you first ordered, eyes trained on the cash register while you recited your coffee order. It wasn’t until he was calling out an order for, “Gandalf”, that Geto looked into your eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Your fingers brushed for the briefest of seconds, enough to leave lingering warmth against his skin that had nothing to do with hot beverage. 

Over the last couple of months, he’d seen you in various forms: oversized, comfortable hoodies with long hair tied in a messy bun and glasses (you’d order straight black coffee then) to when you were dressed in cozy sweaters in a honey-gold color that complimented your olive skin, neckline dropping over one shoulder - on those days you would try something new, sometimes venturing with one of those crazy, fruity mocktails that their manager insists they sell each ‘season’.

This time around, you were in a green tank top with an unzipped hoodie and hair falling in gentle waves down your back. Your attention was on the holiday specials, missing how Geto practically shoved the other barista out of the way so he could wait on you. 

“The Valentine’s crunch latte please, hot, and light on the syrup.” You ordered at the counter. Geto picked up the marker, writing the order down on the side of the paper cup, raising an eyebrow, “Name?” He knew what was coming.

“Lady Featherington.” You answered.

The permanent marker remained poised in the air, “Lady Featherington is it now? And what was it last week, Mike Myers? Heh, sort of a jump from one genre to the other, isn’t it?” You tilted your head, a lock falling over one shoulder as you regarded him curiously. His questioning had clearly caught you off guard. 

“I-..I’m sorry?” You replied. He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner, realizing just how creepy this whole situation must’ve sounded from your point of view. 

“Horror movie to…period romance show?” Geto clarified, realizing the way you were looking at him – as if he’d grown an extra head – he cleared his throat and asked, “Can I have a name?” 

You narrowed your eyes. “I just gave you one.” You answered with a glimmer of a challenge behind your irises. The same glimmer only served to pique Geto’s interest more. He tapped the cup with his marker. “Maybe I’d like to write your real name for once. A guy gets curious, you know.” Geto needed to forcefully remind his body that knees were a thing when a genuine smile curved on your lips. 

“And a girl has to remain cautious, you know. Not quite a safe world out there. Lady Featherington.” You repeated a little sharper this time while tapping your phone to the card reader and stepping out of line, prompting the next customer to amble up to the counter before Geto could get another word in.

Trying to be suave about it (and pointedly ignoring the feeling of inadequacy, something he wasn’t familiar with) Geto took matters into his own hands, writing his cell number across the sleeve of the cup.. “One hot Valentine’s crunch latte for Lady Featherington.” Geto replied, flourishing on the name while he pressed the warm cup into your hands, his number proudly faced towards you. “Thanks.” You exited the cafe without looking back.

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'A watched pot never boils'.

Gojo noticed how distracted Geto was, how he kept checking his phone for that one text message from an unknown number that he was hoping would be you. 

"What's gotten into you?" Gojo asked, sensing a restless aura rolling from Geto.

"I’m fine." Geto murmured curtly, the scent of the mill starting to get to him. Dank and closed off as if the air had remained undisturbed for several years — untrue considering the number of disappearances that have been reported within the area. 

"You're not…just tell me what's going on in that big brain of yours, maybe I could help out. Nothing the strongest can't fix, right?" He smirked. Geto scoffed at the reply, "Fortunately, this is something you have no control over."

"C'moooooon man, I'm bored and-..." Gojo's sentence was cut off by the unfamiliar ding that came from Geto's pant pocket. "Oh? Is that what you were waiting for?" 

Ignoring the comment, Geto slid the device out and glanced at the screen. His heart did flutter lightly in his chest when he realized it was an unregistered phone number in his mobile. The message however, was something unexpected. 

Unknown Number [My friend doesn't know I'm doing this but I know she's not the type to reach out first. Here's her number instead ----] 

Geto's eyes narrowed, his fingers practically gliding over the glass screen.  [How do I know this is the same person and not just a prank to get me to text someone else?]

Unknown Number [Because I love my best friend to death and she's never going to take the initiative, even if it's for her own good. Please?] 

"Are you texting someone now? When we're in the middle of a mission?" Gojo’s impatience was more obvious now. Geto rolled his eyes, "You do it all the time. Don't even get me started."     "Well, I'm a different breed." He answered with a cocky smirk. Whatever sentence that came from his mouth next, Geto barely heard, his attention trained instead on the new text message to you hoping that you were indeed the other person on the phone and it wasn't just some elaborate prank. 

[I was told by your best friend that I'd be better off texting first, Lady Featherington? Or did you prefer to be saved in my phone as 'Gandalf'?] 

The rest of the night remained quiet, much to his disappointment and Gojo's mounting annoyance. It was only on his walk home did Geto finally get a response he'd been waiting for: [How'd you get this number?]

[You know for someone that is worried about serial killers, you should probably tell your friends not to give out your number. 😉 Your lack of a response is telling me that I should save you under Gandalf]

[I'm going to kill her.] ✿————✦————✿

It's been a week since he's gotten a reply from you. Every day that consisted of him checking his messages over and over again to Gojo's amusement ("You've never been this wound up over a girl before, what makes her different?" He teased.) 

And Geto didn't have an answer for it. It was a weird ache in his chest that just happened to know he would be 'missing out' if he didn't continue to send you text messages. And it's not like he wouldn't have gotten the hint, because surely if you had wanted him to stop you would have blocked his number by now. 

Yet the messages kept going through the 'received' and 'read' cycle which hopefully meant you were reading them at least.

"Who is Lady Gandalf?" Gojo asked peeking over his shoulder

"Will you stop being so nosy?" He asked, shoving the white-haired man back from him. 

Lady Gandalf [I need your help.]

The text message came unprompted and enough to cause surprise that the phone almost slipped from his fingers. 

[ 🧐And what pray tell, does the lady require?]

Lady Gandalf [You don’t happen to have the keys to the coffeeshop do you? I accidentally left my laptop charger in there and I’ve got a work presentation tomorrow that I absolutely need to prepare for.]

[So NOW you need me? Typical ;)]

Lady Gandalf [I don’t think you’ve got a leg to stand on for judging me. Who gives out their phone numbers to random strangers on coffee cups?]

Geto threw his head back in laughter. 

[Do you want your charger or not? I can meet you at the coffeeshop in 20 minutes.]

There was a pause and he almost wondered if he’d scared you away. Perhaps the idea of meeting a stranger at a coffee shop after hours – innocuous as it may seem – might’ve rang some sort of warning bell which wouldn’t offend him – one could never be too safe… Lady Gandalf [I’ll be there]

✿————✦————✿

Geto resisted all urge to keep looking at his watch. What was wrong with him? He wasn’t like this. Before you walked into the coffee shop his job had been a great distraction, some place where he used to turn his mind off. Now each shift came with expectation…needing you to show up… And what was he doing here at this time anyway? This was so obviously a prank, how did he even know if you’d visited the coffeeshop…

His heart thrummed in his chest when he recognized your silhouette approaching the building. Your bangs are mused, smooshed between the beanie you must’ve hastily thrown and cheeks flushed a peach that made him smile unconsciously. 

“I thought you weren’t coming.” He said before the filter kicked in, silently cursing himself for being so transparent with his thoughts. 

Your eyebrows scrunched above the frames of your glasses, “No? I told you I’ve got a presentation for work tomorrow, I need my laptop charger. Why would I joke about something like that?” You questioned. 

He shrugged, digging into his pocket for the keys to unlock the glass doors, “I wasn’t sure if you’d trust me.” 

“I wouldn’t go so far as trust,” You replied, following him into the darkened coffeeshop. Geto flipped the lights on, bathing the empty shop with yellowed lights. “-since I did tell my friend about where I am and who I’m with. You know, since you both are such great pals and all.” 

At that, Geto couldn’t help but chuckle, the way you narrowed your brown eyes behind your glasses only encouraged him further. “This the same friend that texted me your number, I assume?” 

“Sharp.”

“Got to be since you’re so intent on making me to be a serial killer.” Geto folded his arms, leaning against the counter. “So where is this magical charger of yours? I’m beginning to think this is an elaborate ruse of getting me all alone in the shop.” 

You spun on your heels, an annoyed scoff at the back of your throat. “Please.” You walked towards a corner of the store where the electrical outlets were located. Bending over, Geto attempted to avert his eyes from your back but it was hard to ignore the sliver of skin between your t-shirt and low-slung yoga pants that hinted at the beginnings of a tattoo… He did however immediately redirect his gaze when you stood up, hands on your hips. “It’s not here. Do you guys maybe have a ‘Lost and Found’ or something?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll go check, what color is it?” He asked.

“Black. It’s got a sticker on it. A racoon saying, ‘TrashCAN, not trashCANNOT.’” 

Geto’s eyes glittered with amusement, noting the way your cheeks deepen in that delightful peach. “I’ll see if it’s there.” 

A few minutes later, he returned from the office with a laptop charger in hand, an amused smirk on his lips. “Do you like racoons or-?” 

He chuckled, raising it higher in the air before you could snatch it from him, “Nuh-uh-...”

“It’s mine.”

“I know, and you’ll get it back.” He took his phone out, scrolling to your messages before handing it over to you. Geto kept his smile light, ignoring the way it seemed the sound of his blood rushing through his ears was amplified from seeing your own amusement flash through your eyes when you read the placeholder nickname he entered in his phone for you. 

“Lady Gandalf?” 

“You didn’t leave me much of a choice.” He shrugged. You take the phone from his hand, your laughter causing him to warm something within. 

His fingers closed around your hand when you handed the phone back to him. 

“Alright, I’ll text you…” His eyes flitted down to his phone screen, reading your name for the first time.  Heh. Pretty.

You smirked. “Maybe this time, I’ll text back.”  

=+= ravenclaw-jojo™️2025 writing | No copying, plagiarizing or translations without expressed permission.

[ray935sworld]

Suck me dry (Pedrenzo)

Cw: suggestive, vampire, drinking blood

Dani's legs were slung around Jorge's waist. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, pulling his boyfriend down towards him.

He was smiling. A big, real smile. How could he not? He was at home, with the man he loved, kissing him, no race or PR event near that would take either of them away for the next few days.

He pulled him in, his lips crashing on his. It was a deep and hungry kiss. Both were uncoordinated, not knowing or caring what they were actually doing. Their teeth were cracking against each other while their lips met.

He could feel his chapped lips. They were rough against his own. He felt how they slightly missed his lips, kissing the side of his lips - the side of his mouth. He let out a moan through the little air way that had opened through this.

He felt Jorge's arms still wrapped around him, holding him in place, as if he wanted to prevent him from running. He wouldn't run. Never. He didn't even thought about it.

He felt his arms around his lower back, pushing him more towards him. He felt like they were two magnets, both in a field of their own but when bought together, radiating towards each other which an unstoppable force. There was a need to be close and the impossible task of separation. Only force would do that.

He felt Jorge kiss his way down his face. First his lips. Then his cheeks. He kissed the few stubbles on the outside of his jaw line. It caused him to giggle.

"Jorge, come on!" he was almost begging. His voice was still high, the laughter not yet gone. "Stop being a tease. I though you were hungry." After all he was promised to be taken care of.

He had once joked about eating him out in the kitchen. "Like the snack that you are" the younger one had whisper in his ear. Dani had goosebumps all over his body while the other playfully bit his ear and kissed the skin under it before disappearing to wherever he had been needed.

Dani had thought that now he would make that promise reality. He leaned back, moving his arms a little and like a reflex, Jorge eased his hold on him. He was still holding him, but now there was enough of a distance that he could pull his shirt of.

He grinned as he threw it to the side. He leaned back a little, making sure Jorge could see all of him in that moment. Normally he was more insecure about being shirtless but not right now. Not with Jorge. Not when he knew that the other thought he was hot. And naked only hotter.

He stared at Jorge who seemed to be frozen in place. He just stared, his pupils blown so far you could barely make out any color. His mouth was hanging open.

This should have been his 1st warning.

He was totally focused on him. But in his gaze there was something that hadn't been there before. Or maybe it had been, but only for a few fractions, short seconds before he had turned around. He had stopped facing Dani, so he couldn't recognize the look in his eyes as anything. It had been too quick to remember it so Dani had never thought anything of it either.

But now it was there. Right there and Jorge just hold him tighter. He felt his grip around him. It was more secure than before, tighter. He wasn't going to let him go.

Dani suddenly realized that Jorge's hand was wrapped around his wrist. It hadn't been there before.

This should have been his 2nd warning.

But he didn't understood. He didn't know he should have been looking out for warnings signs. Or anything else. He just thought he'd spend some intimate time with the man he loves.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked with a teasing grin.

He enjoyed being looked at like he was some kind of prey. He wanted to be desired. Haunted. Having his full focus. He knew what would be coming. He thought he knew. And he wanted it. He thought he wanted it.

He leaned in, closer to Jorge. He was still in control. He could still tease him. Make him want him more. He could still put him closer to the edge only to push him over.

He was at this point. At the edge, only seconds away from pushing too far, having Jorge snap out of his moment and just take him. Dani wanted him to just take him, as hard and fast as he wanted. He wanted to be use like Jorge wanted it, to give him what he wanted.

He felt his blood rushing through his body at the thought. The thought that only he could give Jorge what he wanted and how was exciting. It was everything he wanted.

So he whispered his final push. "Eat me. You can suck me dry as much as you want, Jorge... I want you to feed from me."

With those few words, Jorge was gone. He was pushed over the cliff he never wanted to cross. He never wanted to show Dani that he was standing on this cliff. Or at least not like this.

But now he knew he had no other choice. There was no more thoughts in his head except the hunger that went from a small ever burning flame in the back of his chest to a fire hazard destroying his hesitation, his control and everything he worked so hard for.

All because Dani asked him too and Jorge's mind refused to accept any other, real meaning.

He probably didn't even know what he asked him or thought he asked him something entirely different. But right now his words only had one meaning.

An agreement.

Before he could stop himself he pushed him down. He pulled him closer, his lips immediately on the naked skin infront of him. He was willing to take every little bit of naked skin - every corner of Dani that he was allowed to have.

He wanted to have him. Completely. He was allowed, he told himself. Only for himself. And normally he knew he already had him, but now it seemed like there was only one way.

He had already heard his blood rush in his veins, but now that was all he could focus on. Now taht he was allowed to listen and reach for it.

He pressed his mouth against his jawline. Just at the point where his face met his throat. He kissed it. Nippled at the skin. He bit it, not yet enough to draw blood.

His ears was so close to the aorta. He could hear the blush rushing through it. Shhhhhhh. Shhhhhhh. Like it was telling him to calm down. Like a river on a sunny day. Like Lava destroying a village - slowly careful and unstoppable. But he was the village.

Logically he knew that this one vein could destroy him. Destruction or the best thing ever. Those were his option.

He knew there was this desire to expose this vein. Pierce the skin. Tore it open just like it had been done to him. He'd watch Dani's flood out. Watch how the red liquid run down his body, eventually on the floor.

He'd knew it he the most devastating and hurtful thing. To see his lover like this. Dead.

But he knew what the next step would be. His own blood filling the wound. It would be the one way to truly be with Dani, to own him in a way that no one could understand with nothing even close to compare. It was the one way to keep him close to him for his whole life.

But all the ways it could go wrong... He could lose Dani in more than one way.

So he just kissed it, promising himself to return to the life changing blood vessel when he was prepared, when he knew how to keep Dani save, keep him in his arm and protect him from anything else.

He kissed it. And kissed it and kissed it again. He kissed down Dani throat.

The soft skin was like heaven under his rough lips. He could feel his teeth getting sharper with every bit of skin he crossed.

"Fuck! Jorge!" he heard his lover moan. Hearing his name out of his mouth was just a plus. "You - you want me to beg, don't you?" And when he then turned his head some more to the side, allowing Jorge easy access to his neck, he felt a dangerous smile on his lisp.

"OH god - you - your lips - feel so good."

By then, he had made it to his neck. He licked the skin, feeling the blood under the soft, thin layer of skin. Somewhere between muscles and tendons and and whatever else, there was blood.

Blood rushing through Dani.

And it was all for him.

The thought caused him another high. More eagerness. More from everything. He was more addicted more in need.

He wrapped his arms tighter around Dani. He was so close. One movement away. But he couldn't. Not yet. This was Dani, not some random person. This was Dani. His Dani.

"Can I?" he whispered. He had to ask. It was all of wait he could still hold. And it was only for Dani.

He didn't know what he would do if Dani's said no. He wasn't sure if he could listen. He wasn't sure if he wouldn't ignore it. But he asked. In that moment, he could still ask.

He felt Dani stiffen under his touch.

Dani looked at him. Their faces were so close, he could feel his breath on his skin. He could look at him properly. His eyes were dark but with a hint of red. It looked like it was coming in from the sides.

He wasn't sure what it was. There had been a shift in the air. He couldn't really describe it but the sexual tension between them was suddenly gone. Maybe it was the way Jorge looked at him. It was deeper. He had a need in his eyes that went deeper than sex.

He stared at him, unsure what was going on. He saw him lingering just above his exposed skin. He wasn't thinking.

Maybe he should have freaked out in that moment. Seeing his boyfriend with blood shot eyes, staring at him like he was about to kill him, should have made him run. He should try to flee, get away, make sure he was safe.

But he knew he was safe. He knew he was safe with Jorge. He'd always be. So why should he run?

Before he really had a chance to think about his situation, he nodded. "Yeah-" he breathed out.

And then it happen. A piercing pain shot through his body. It was quick. Deep. And kept burning. It was a sting. A pressure. Something.

It started in his shoulder, excatly at the place where he saw Jorge's mouth attached to his skin.

"FUCK!" he cursed. He felt like he was bleeding. But that didn't made sense. Right?

Until he saw Jorge swallowing. He saw his throat move and a drip of red liquid escaping between his lips.

Fuck. Blood. Swallowing. Swallowing blood.

He started to feel dizzy. Every second he felt more and more the dizzy. The world seemed to be turning around him. He knew it wasn't just the realization. It was the loss of blood that was hurting him.

The pain was bearable but his confusion grew. He needed answers. Now.

"Jorge-!" he breath out, pushing his hand against him. He pushed against his shoulder, trying to push him away. But he felt no reaction. He couldn't even say if he was just weak or if Jorge's stand was too secure.

He felt like he was about to break down. Maybe he would have already if it wasn't for Jorge's tight grip around him.

"Fuck - it - it - hu-rts" he slurred. His tongue felt thick in his mouth. It was hard to speak. But he was still trying so he smashed his hand rather uncoordinated against the younger ones face.

He was trying to push him off like that. But it didn't work.

He swallowed hardly, the pain and dizziness ever present.

He felt like it was slowly going black around him.

One last try.

He felt like he had one last try. He kicked. No reaction. His mouth was dry as he spoke again. "Stop. Jorge - No! Stop!"

And finally. Stop. Jorge.

No. Stop.

Dani telling him no. Dani telling him to stop.

That was all he heard and he froze. The blood still filling his mouth. He swallowed. He felt the liquid running down his throat, calming the fire in his body. His almost feral need to own and possesse and drink from Dani was satisfied. It wasn't gone. He knew it never would, but it was satisfied for now.

The feeling was still present on his tongue. Still fresh in his brain.

It was warm. It felt soft. A iron like taste, cold in a way. And there was this slight sense that was different between every person's blood. It was sweet, but sweet in the way a citrone was sweet. That was Dani.

He blinked, slightly back in his own head.

No. Stop. Jorge. No.

Those words had been spoken. By Dani. His Dani. The man he had promised to protect.

He looked up, his lips no longer draining the older ones veins.

Dani met his eyes. He looked at Jorge.

His eyes were big, now completly red. His mouth was hanging open. He could see his teeth. He could see the two long, sharp - things. No. - teeth.

They were white. A shiny look. And they were gazed in blood. Red. Red liquid. Blood. Everywhere. Completely. Drained. Blood. His blood.

The same blood that was covering Jorge's lips. His mouth. A small amount of skin around his lips. Blood. His blood. Smeared around his face.

He was still feeling dizzy. But now he understood, no matter how unbelievable it seemed.

This was the truth.

The two stared at each other for a moment. Both frozen. Both unsure what to say.

Jorge with incredible fear of what the other would say, now that he knew his secret, that he had seen and felt what he was capable of. And Dani with questions but no doubt of their future.

Dani wasn't scared. He still felt sure in himself, his boyfriend and their relationships. No matter what this meant or what the following, much needed talks might bring.

He felt no fear towards Jorge. Jorge wouldn't hurt him. He had Questions. But no fear.

He reached for him. He had to touch him. He wanted to feel him, make sure he was real.

His arm was shaky but he managed to touch him. His skin felt dry. But real. Like his Jorge.

"Jorge" he whispered. It was all he could say. "Dani - Dani, fuck. Fuck. I - Shit im so sorry. I shouldn't have - I didn't-"

Danis hand rested against the vampires face. He felt his cheek. Warm. Warmer than before.

"It's still you" he stated. He smiled softly.

"I'm sorry." Jorge replied, suddenly realizing what he had done. He saw how much it physically affected Dani. He was hurt. Because of him. He had done that to him.

He felt panic rise as he jumped into action. His eyes went between Danis obviously exhausted look and the still flowing blood out his wound.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cursed as he pressed down with a finger against the open flesh.

He still wanted more. And he knew it would take a lot not to like his finger to get even this little bit of blood as well.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry-" he muttered while grabbing a pflaster. "Jorge it's okay" It sounded like a lie.

The younger one wanted to argue. Tell him no. It wasn't okay. It shouldn't be. It wasn't supposed to be okay. But right now he had to make sure Dani was okay. And he couldn't recover properly when he was sitting up on a kitchen counter. He needed to lay down. But he couldn't walk.

"Shit. Dani, I- Can I touch you? I'll bring you on the couch" he asked. He didn't even know if Dani allowed his touch. He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want it. He probably was disgusted and afraid about what he was.

"Fuck. I fucked up. I know. I'm sorry. I didn't-" "Jorge." he interrupted him quickly. "I'm okay. Look at me. I'm okay. Just... Dizzy. And yes. Come here" he let his hand curl around his neck and pulled him closer.

He felt weird, like he was floating or something, probably due to the blood loss. But right now he just wanted to be held and touched and to feel Jorge near. He needed to feel him near.

He pulled him towards himself, feeling his upper body touch his own. He could feel the fabric against his skin. He closed his eyes and just put his face against his chest. He was tired.

"Dani, you need to drink something. Let me get you water and some iron tabs. They'll help." "I need you" "Dani, I'm... I'll give you whatever you ask me. But you need to allow me to take care of you, especially after I hurt you." "Didn't hurt me. I'm okay."

Jorge bit his lip. He felt guilty. Somehow having Dani downplay it and not hating him, apparently or not yet, was worst than having him thought he was a monster. It made him feel worst. Even now, Dani still loved him.

"Just let me make sure you're really okay" he offered. "It's the least I can do"

Dani felt Jorge's lips on his cheek. Slowly, he eased his grip around him.

It only took a couple of seconds while Jorge filled a glass with water, grabbed a few vitamins and iron tablets before he turned back to Dani. He was holding them in his hand. Dani just grabbed his hand, and picked them up right out of his palm.

He then drank the water, swallowing them all at once. With shaky hands, he was holding the glass, Jorge helping him. He drank it all. He knew Jorge would ask him to do it if he stopped so he didn't even try.

He then closed his eyes again. He had to admit, the water really helped.

"Now cuddle?" he asked already pulling Jorge closer again. "If... If you still want me?" he asked hesitantly. He wrapped his arms around Dani, loosely, afraid Dani's brain would kick in and tell him to run.

"Always" he just answered. He felt how he was lifted up. But he didn't pay much attention. He just hugged Jorge.

He was sat down on the couch, still clinging to Jorge. He was laying on his stomach, face buried in the other man's chest. His eyes were closed. He felt tired. Part of him wanted to sleep.

There was still a plain in his shoulder. A reminder that whatever just happend was real.

They remained like that for a few minutes, Jorge's hand in Dani's hair. Slowly petting and caressing his head.

Dani breathed in his boyfriend. He felt safe. Protected. He loved just being in his arms. He enjoyed it now as well.

Slowly he felt the dizziness fade away. His brain cooperated again and reminded him that he still had a few questions.

So he lifted his head, his eyes open. He looked directly at Jorge now.

"You're a.... Vam....?" he started, his words training off, not finishing it. Maybe it seemed to ridiculous now. His eyes were curios. Questioning. But not scared.

Jorge chuckled and nodded. "I'm a vampire. And I am incredible sorry. I shouldn't have... Acted like that. You didn't know what would happen. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

The sincerity in his voice erased any doubts that Dani might had before. They would get through this.

"I know but... You're okay, right? You looked... I don't know. Different? Like... Like you were possessed or something." "I... You're gonna think I'm crazy-" "I accept that when I said 'suck me dry' you went for my blood instead of the blowjob I was hoping for. Try me."

Jorge was quite for a second. He just stared at the other man who chuckled.

"Alright. Point for you... The thing is... You... Smell... Incredible." he admitted. "Like you smell perfect. It's absolutely addictive. And normally I can handle it - more or less. After races is hard with you smelling even more and the adrenaline and the sweat and - different subject."

It was hard putting it in words. He knew Dani didn't had the same experience.

"But I was slightly hungry - like blood hungry. And normally that's not a problem. But then we were making out and you kept making statements about me eating you and feeding from you... So I just.. I... Ehm..." "You just did." he finished his sentence.

Jorge nodded. There was no heat in Dani's voice. He wasnt angry.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I really - really - wanted to tell you and explain everything and... You know... But... Fuck. You're my-" he hit his lips. The whole thing about vampire bonds and soulmates might have to wait for now. He didn't want to overdo it. "My favorite drug."

He let out a sigh, as he dropped his head against Dani's forehead. He closed his eyes, letting his memories trail off again.

"Shit, you taste so good." he admitted. "I do?" "Yeah. I... I'm absolutely addicted to you." "Mm.... Sounds perfect." he muttered before leaning in for a kiss. It was soft. And careful. And full of love.

"So... You're not... Freaked out that you're dating a vampire?" Jorge finally asked when both separated again. Dani just shook his head before laying down on Jorge's chest again.

He listened to his heartbeat, thinking over what had happened.

"No. Not really. I mean, it's - new. Intresting. And I will ask you a lot of questions... And just so you know I'm not against the whole - blood thing. With a heads up though. But... You're still you. You're still Jorge. And I still love you."

"I love you too. Fuck, I really don't deserve you, Dani"

They would have a proper talk. Later. Maybe tomorrow. But right now all the important questions were answered. For now.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

More Fantasy Life OCs!

I already introduced ya'll to my "main" Fantasy Life characters but I absolutely have others knocking around!

Ginger, Autumn, and Sella are a trio of protagonists who I generally picture actually doing the events of the plot and being the MCs. These three are a trio of side characters who DON'T engage in the main story---they're like NPCs for their Lives.

Opal is the world's most exhausted mercenary. They really really should be retired, but this is kind of the only way they know how to put food on the table, and they're too stubborn to find something else. I picture their character arc being about learning it's okay to ask for help, try new things, and to quit doing something if it's not for you!

Shermie is an extremely nervous fisher who's too afraid to actually do much fishing. They get jumpscared by their own shadow, so they're a lot more likely to scream and drop the rod into the water when a fish starts fighting them. Their character arc is obviously about growing their confidence and becoming a fisher in practice instead of in theory. The player leads by example and inspires them to try, showing them that it really is all going to be okay.

Shermie is also EXTREMELY nearsighted, and very much needs glasses, but they have no idea and thinks the world is just that blurry to everybody. It's played for laughs most of the time, but Shermie will get a pair of glasses once you get to a high enough rank and will be briefly injected with the confidence of an unstoppable god now that they can see.

Zane is what you would have been if you'd started as a Carpenter in Al Majik. They began their journey the same time as you and grew in the ranks just as quickly, but the two of you don't cross paths until well into the story. They become your friendly rival and greatly enjoys swapping techniques with you. Similar to the protagonist, they don't really have a character arc beyond getting better at their job and making friends.

As far as design goes, I did a mix of the novice gear for each of their Lives with what their real-life variants would be wearing.

While Fantasy Life Mercenaries only armor their outer limbs and head (down to the female outfit having a bare arms and midriff), that's not how it works in real life. Not only are your arms and legs non-vital organs that need less protection, but only putting weight on your limbs changes your center of gravity and makes it difficult to move well. If you can only afford one piece of armor, most people are going to go with a breastplate or a helmet because those protect the vital areas. At the very least have them wear a vest or something! Opal has more experience under their belt, so probably better gear than start, so I protected their vital organs, and then armored their outer limbs because that is a good spot to do next, especially if you're not going full plate.

Shermie probably ended out closest to real life just because I didn't want to put them in anything resembling a skirt/dress, so that meant the novice fisher robes were out. I kept the smock, but the rest of their outfit is literally just what you could find the average fisher in irl: wide-brimmed hat to keep the sun out of their eyes, lightweight but long sleeved shirt, cargo shorts that provide pockets while also keeping your legs open against the heat and stay dry even when wading, and waterproof boots.

For Zane, the pants and the headband are literally just the novice outfit. I added an apron as it is pretty regular carpenter attire both in-game and irl, but Zane is a sleeve-hater, so they're wearing a tank top underneath. The gloves are green mostly because I was just having fun adding pretty colors. They're realistically just green fabric, but they ended out looking kinda like rubber sanitation gloves, which a Carpenter doesn't have a lot of logical reason to be wearing, but it looks fun so I don't care.

I also greatly enjoyed leaning into the very fun and bright colors of the game for this trio, including/especially their anime hair and eyes.

[iwrite-xo]

-- to my ex best friend, whom I still dearly love

" Why is it that my heart still continues to ache? You moved on, and I did, too. Do you not remember me anymore? "

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We only get one best friend in this lifetime. As you go through life, you will come across new friends and perhaps even build a better bond with them. However, your heart will forever remember that one person you once shared everything with.

At one point in my life, I knew everything about you. I knew what your favorite movie was, your favorite song, your celebrity crushes (because you never settled for just having one), your favorite color, and your favorite food. I knew you better than you knew yourself.

How long has it been again? A couple of years, maybe at best? How have you been? No, really. How are you doing?

I found myself coming across a picture of us because I accidentally scrolled too far up in my gallery again. Crazy how time flies, doesn’t it? It feels as if it was only yesterday we were giggling away in class, trying not to get caught by the teacher.

Hey, remember when I used to bug you for your lunch and snacks? Man, you would either get really annoyed or remain super neutral knowing this was a daily occurrence. Nonetheless, you ended up sharing with me anyway.

I eventually gave in to the urge of stalking you on social media. To my delightful surprise, you looked very happy. You had a brand new life filled with new characters, new plots, and so much more. You had a lot going on in your life. I found myself smiling fondly. I wish I was there to witness each and every single milestone of yours, celebrating them by your side, feeling overwhelmingly happy because that is MY best friend going after what she wants.

So you were doing okay. That’s a huge relief. You were doing more than okay, actually. My best friend was glowing. My best friend was healthy and safe. I couldn’t ask for anything more after seeing such a positive outcome in her life after all these years.

why is it that my heart still continues to ache? You moved on, and I did, too. Do you not remember me anymore? You didn’t forget about all our core memories together, did you? There’s no way. What about us hanging out together once a year, laughing to the point where we couldn’t breathe? Do you perhaps still remember that? Surely you do.

We were unstoppable together, weren’t we? Every time one of us was absent, the teacher had to make a comment about where the other one was. Our teachers tried separating us in class, but somehow, we always found a way to communicate with each other. The moment one of us missed a day of school, we immediately texted each other to find out where we were because how dare we leave each other alone at school? Our friends would get tired of all our shenanigans. Heck, my mom loved you more than me, practically claiming you as part of the family.

Did you know I still have all the letters you wrote for me? Do you still have mine? I’d like to think you do. You know, at one point, I wanted to throw them out because the pain became so unbearable, but then I thought to myself, “I can’t do that to her.” I can’t do that to you. You were my best friend. We were girls together. We grew up together. Do you realize how special that is?

You have a permanent spot in my heart as “number one best friend” even to this day. How can I forget someone who I claimed as my sister? How can I get over someone who I love so dearly? How can I forget someone I wanted as my bridesmaid one day? How can I forget someone I wanted to grow up with and buy houses next to so that our kids could one day be best friends and continue our legacy? I can’t. I just..can’t, okay?

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[ssruis]

You. 🫵 Go read this. Peak rks. Peak rui.

Obligatory comment-under-read-more Of Shame (ao3 character limit my beloathed)

YOU WROTE THIS SO QUICKLY??? 18k???? Has it even been a month since you mentioned this… You’re cracked. I’m scared and in awe of your power. As soon as I clicked the link in the notes I knew I was about to read peak… I was cackling. The mental image of Rui doing that is so beautiful… Pristine, even. One might say immaculate. Perchance. I got my hat on backwards and it’s time to forget 10 years of positive character growth!!

“I remember.” Guilt. Shame. Sorrow. It had gone badly. He had walked home alone. “Sorry about…I’m sorry.”

> you have such a way of conveying so much with so few words… dagger to the heart

Was he hit by a high speed vehicle?

> high speed door, actually. Happens to the best of us.

A life of solitude, easy and empty. Years of solo tinkering in his room in silence. Finding more ways to enjoy being alone. Not yearning, never yearning. Maybe one day creating something great.

> main story rui & his “I’m fine like this it’s just how life is going to be” mindset ouuuugh… creating because he’s given up on finding something great…

“Such careless design!” Tsukasa huffs. “In a place like that, they should really have some kind of tape so people know to duck!”

“To be fair, most people are shorter than Rui.”

“So that means they should just get knocked out every time they want to enter a room?!”

> as I’ve said before I love the way you write the nene + tsukasa dynamic (even if it’s not the focus here). They’re such an underrated comedic duo… tsk could say anything & she’ll throw out a counter argument just because.

Even a high budget production wouldn’t have props this well constructed.

> and it would have taller doorframes! probably. I love the way you capture how Rui is always always always viewing and analyzing things through his director mindset… everything can be related to shows if you just try hard enough.

“And this is the bedroom back here,” Tsukasa says, pointing through the doorway. Okay, he’s just going to ignore him then.

> he’s so funny. His husband got factory reset and he’s entered overly enthusiastic and fretful tour guide mode out of panic.

Rui stares at his ring finger again, twisting the band around and feeling the metal rub against his skin. Such a quaint sight. 

> “quaint” auugh… main story rui being flung 10 years into the future and seeing that he’s happy and thriving and living in domestic bliss with that obnoxious blond guy & it’s just. Unbelievable and unrealistic in the way that an unearned cheesy “& then they lived happily ever after” storybook ending would be to him.

I only knew you for a couple of weeks, and then we parted ways. And that was a parting that was welcomed by me, if I’m frank.

> nene your spot as tsukasa’s no.1 hater is in jeopardy

Tsukasa makes a face, but it only lasts a moment.

> tsukasa and his refusal to back down or consider failure (unstoppable force) vs rui’s “this guy sucks big time” mindset (immovable object). Tale as old as time.

Rui catches sight of a framed photo up on the wall, apparently a scene from their wedding. Or a show. It’s hard to tell. There may not be a difference.

> there isn’t a difference. Fully believe they’d treat their wedding like a show. They’re incapable of being normal. show freaks (derogatory) (affectionate)

Tsukasa steps out from the doorway he’s been skulking by for the past ten minutes.

> insert sad ant with a bindle image here

“Okay.” For a second the absurdity almost makes him laugh, but he wills away the smile before it’s too visible. “That’s…interesting.”

Tsukasa drops his stance. Why does he seem disappointed? There’s absolutely no way Rui would have ever entertained something like that, future or past. It’s not like there would be that many poses. He would run out eventually. Though, those did seem- specific. Are there more? No, Rui isn't going to waste his time following that thought process.

> HELP ME they’re so weird!! They’re so weird. I giggled. Rui & his initial fascination with tsk (that never really went away, just changed shapes) & tsk and his 100+ poses that he has memorized and ready to pull out at any given moment.

Like he’s going to be led down a path so softly that it’s already too late by the time he realises the direction is wrong. 

> yes… the tsukasa tenma Stockholm Syndrome effect. Millions fall victim to it each year. Fondly reminiscing on the days where I straight up did not care about him. & now that I’ve spent close to a year as a wxs fan I’m tragically very fond of him. As you can see this condition is incurable.

“Well, maybe it’s just because I know you both so well. It just feels like you recognise each other’s vision well, and that comes across when watching.” […] “I have no idea what you guys are doing most of the time. I’m pretty sure the way you express love isn’t the same as most people, anyway. You communicate best through theatre talk and dramatics.”

> YOU GET IT… you get it. They’re so fucking weird. but they are weird together. And obnoxiously happy about it too.

It’s someone that’s making his voice a little softer, at least. Even if he’s still loud. Rui closes his eyes and tries to imagine Tsukasa speaking to him like that.

> saki mention :)

“I wasn’t upset,” Rui says, looking away. “I was simply being honest based on my observations.”

> me when I lie (to both myself and others)

It’s familiar, but it’s- not right. Of course he wants to take it, because this life everyone is telling him about seems so warm and inviting, but- he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know how to be both himself and this at the same time.

> ow. Pre wxs he’d been alone so long that he started defining himself by his loneliness to the point where he was like “I’m better off like this actually” and now he’s got all this love coming at him from a bunch of different directions… how do you even begin to trust that. Esp when it’s love for a you that you don’t know… ur mind. Love this part.

Two conflicting things can’t both be true at once. There must be an error somewhere. Is that why he feels like he’s doing something wrong?

> He’s so funny... he’s facts and logic-ing his way to the wrong conclusion but because he’s being “rational” about it he can’t see that he’s wrong or that he is in fact letting his feelings get in the way of seeing the problem clearly.

Rui wonders just how much Tsukasa will put up with before he decides he isn’t worth it.

> already shifting from “this guy is the worst I want him to leave me alone” to “he’s the worst but surely he will leave me because I am too much.” Nene was right when she said he’d fall in love again but she had too much faith in Rui (in that he lasted less than a week before the tsukasa Stockholm syndrome kicked in).

> I really enjoy how you show that he’s slowly falling back into his relationship with tsukasa even if he’s unaware of it… he starts teasing him instinctually

There can’t be that much difference between his old self and the new. It’s not as if he’s acting irrationally or strange.

> he’s so blatantly and confidently wrong… it’s inspiring…

It had been an incredible display, by far his favourite part of the entire musical other than Nene’s performance. “Not really. I didn’t notice it that much.”

> HELP MEEE… really holding onto that hatred with a white knuckle grip, huh.

> When I first read this fic I was like “hmm idk if Rui would hold onto his grudge like this but I can see where its coming from” and then I reread it again (fic so nice u read it twice. Or more.) and realized I was so wrong… it’s not just about accepting that tsukasa has changed, it’s about accepting that his life has improved so drastically. He’s mentally still very “I will never belong with anyone and I have to follow my dreams on my own.” Right after the first time in forever that Rui lets himself get his hopes up & then promptly has them shattered during the main story fight, he’s suddenly thrown into a life where he’s happy and fulfilled and accepted for who he is. Of course he’d try to cling to his dislike of Tsukasa, because letting go of that means letting go of the “I’m incompatible with other people” mindset. (Rui vc) that’s my comfort unhealthy-outlook-on-relationships-&-life and I will not be letting it go. Your mind…

“No, she’s happy to do it. Any of us would do the same, if it was something really important. Nothing is worth more than a friend in need, right? Even the best job in the universe couldn’t compete against that!”

> points at Rui in curtain call

“Rui Rui Rui Rui is your head okay do you feel sick do you feel dizzy are you okay do you know who I am Rui????”

> The little pink thing is here (the crowd goes wild)

“Is it true that your head went whambamow?” Emu asks, pulling back to look at him with large eyes. “And now you don’t know anyone and you can’t remember anything like vshhvshvshh?”

> as always I’m obsessed with how you write her like… you nail the emu typical incomprehensible onomatopoeias but I can still understand what she’s getting at.

“Mmm…” Emu’s eyes stay on his face, searching hard in a way that makes Rui feel oddly exposed. Why does it feel like she’s seeing something that he can’t? “I think you’re definitely Rui, but I’m not sure you’re completely Rui.”

> she knows him so well… even putting her insane ability to read people aside she can pinpoint what’s up with him from a mile away even when he can’t understand himself. Because she knows what a happy Rui looks like and it’s not this.

> semi related but it makes me so happy that yes this is a rks fic but it also includes all of Rui’s friendships and takes a look at his dynamics with them. because you write them so well but also because his friends are so so so important to him… there’s a weird fandom brain tendency to go “romantic relationship > importance of everyone else in a characters life” which has never sat right with me, but especially not for WXS. They’re all friends… they all love and support each other & the dynamic doesn’t need to be romantic for that.

“That’s so sad, you really don’t remember any of our shows…” Emu says forlornly, blowing bubbles into her drink as her head dips.

> so cute so cute… you always write in little actions that aren’t plot relevant but do make the scene feel so much more real and I enjoy it every time…

This is the place where everything ended, to Rui. He tries to picture that happiness, really tries to place himself into that life, but it just doesn’t seem possible.

> “where everything ended” obsessed with that. it’s so true. Forever thinking about that little scene they added in journey to bloom after the main story fight where it shows him looking super upset in his room…

“Is it scary?” she asks. It’s the same tone someone might take with a young child, but somehow Rui doesn’t find it condescending. “Because you don’t remember, and now suddenly you have lots of love from every single direction? And that’s a really big change, right? Especially compared to when you first started making shows with us! You always had a big big wall like kztkzkzt.”

> this made me smile she’s so good with emotions & getting to the root cause of what’s wrong… I love seeing emu written so well…

Why would Tsukasa bother to do this, even though Rui has no recollection of their relationship? It’s not something he deserves. It’s not something he should have. Yet, here it is anyway.

> ohhh that hurts… Rui Kamishiro you sad sad man

“Is that a script?” he can’t help but ask. It warrants an overjoyed expression from Tsukasa, and Rui isn’t sure if he’s made a mistake or not. 

> tsukasa tenma you are never beating the dog allegations.

He finds himself looking away from the page to watch Tsukasa as he delivers his lines, something striking about the way he moves and talks. Everything seems so deliberate, yet fully natural too. Well, of course, this must be something he’s performed countless times, but- still. Rui never imagined his own work would sound like this. It’s usually lost once it leaves the paper, but now it seems- more, not less. Tsukasa is- adding something to it, somehow.

Rui keeps reading his assigned lines, but finds himself getting a little more into the performance. It’s hard to consciously sound disinterested when Tsukasa is filling the air with so much energy. Is this what they normally do…? Rui could believe it. It feels familiar. It feels fun. This isn’t bad at all. Distantly, Rui thinks his future self must not be a very good actor, because it’s hard to stop himself from smiling even as he tries to stay in character. 

> You get it… they’re so odd. Why are they like this. So much of their bond is built off of their shared all consuming passion and love for theatre. Height of romance for ruikasa is creating a show together.

An audience full of ordinary people probably wouldn’t enjoy this. Perhaps it’s something his other self forgot to edit out.

> rui :(

Yes, but also no, because Rui is scared that the feeling in his chest is going to keep developing, keep rising with the liveliness of the room.

> “I can’t catch feelings for the man I’m literally married to. I have to leave” I cannot stand this guy. Aren’t you supposed to be smart rui.

It’s been this long, so an argument was inevitable, this is the start of the divorce era- 

“Your jacket’s inside out.”

> DIVORCE ERA… i giggled

“It’s a different perspective, you know? Asking someone for fashion advice with a decade long memory gap? Oh, that reminds me, did I tell you you owe me ten thousand yen?”

> they’re so funny. Your second priority should be checking in on your friend’s wellbeing after an amnesia inducing head injury. your first priority should always be profit.

Mizuki watches him for a moment, then sighs hard, crossing their arms. “Listen, Rui, I’m sorry to have to tell you this. I know it’s going to come as a huge shock, but try to stay calm, okay? The truth is…you’re gay.”

> took me OUT… mizuki you are so funny

A friendly smile and a wave. Once no longer needed, he’d be gone. 

Every time he had tried to go past that level, every time he’d dared to step closer, things had gone wrong. The shows he had shared as a child had ended no different to their performance at the park. Rui had started alone, realised just how different he was, and then gone back to being alone.

[…]

Those feelings he gets when Tsukasa checks to see if he’s okay, when he smiles at him- they’re temporary. They’re frivolous. Rui isn’t the type of person who can love someone like that. And- even if they’re not- he’s not the type of person who can be loved like that. This life is too unrealistic. It’s too selfish.

> I’m obsessed with this part… even past the main story Rui was still holding onto his belief that he was simply incompatible with people - because if that isn’t true, that means there’s no easy logical reason for why he was so rejected by his peers. It means he’s capable of forming relationships and it means opening himself up to losing something so much more important than surface level friendships with others when the people he loves leave him (because they have to eventually, right?). & even though that belief was unhealthy, it let him believe he was content being alone, but now that he has all these people who love him it actively gets in the way of his relationships. It’s so much easier for him to view his desires as selfish than it is to believe that other people legitimately love him.

Performing with his friends, subjecting others to his ideas and creations, forming a close connection with someone…it’s simply too much.

> “subjecting others” love that phrasing it’s so true… baby rui going “I forced my shows onto other people and that’s why they rejected me” and the way he started to view his love for others as something that’s inherently too much - because it can rival his love of theatre, and all his life he was shown over and over again through rejection that this passion was too extreme. So it’ll probably the same thing if he lets his friends know how much he cares about them, right? (Wrong! He is stupid.)

His voice is eager and inviting like always, and there’s the shine in his eyes that’s always there when he looks at Rui. Not too dissimilar from a dog waiting for praise.

> do we have solid proof tsk isn’t a very human looking dog? There’s no compelling evidence against it. So it must be true.

“But I don’t think that’ll happen!” His vigour returns tenfold as he shoots up, eyebrows pointed down. “And before it got to that point, I’d do absolutely everything in my power to ensure you were happy and safe! I wouldn’t ever want to make you uncomfortable, but- I don’t mind however long it takes! I don’t care if I have to do it all over from the start! I would do it ten thousand times for you, Rui!”

> tsukasa “unstoppable force” tenma… the phrase “I give up” isn’t in his vocabulary.

He can hear the water running, though there’s no singing or loud monologuing today.

> you are so talented at show don’t tell I love all the little moments in this fic that - even through rui’s lens of Hate - show how upset and concerned and wrong footed Tsukasa is. He’s more than capable of covering this up with the “Rui will go back to normal eventually” attitude but he is very clearly (unless you’re Rui with amnesia) Not Having A Fun Time. Tsukasa Tenma and the no good very bad 2 weeks from hell.

“[…] I like sharing stuff with you. Understand?! How can you say we don’t have anything in common?! I like all of that stuff! I like it a lot!”

> this whole speech was so so cute and sweet. I sniled so sneetly. I hate them (said with great affection). When it truly comes down to it Tsukasa is so good at locking in and saying something that’s simultaneously both completely unexpected & exactly what needed to be said. The cost of this skill is, of course, being so super obnoxious all the time and occasionally getting treated like a chew toy/guinea pig/clown by his friends (which is always funny and deserved).

Of course, the decorations and the music and the flowers had been beautiful, but it was that moment that had been the true act of togetherness - being there as he cried. The silent understanding of ‘this is what I thought I would never have’ without Rui ever saying it, and the realisation that despite everything, now they did have it. Understanding without needing to be told. Not just sharing happiness but sharing sadness and doubt and courage too. To be understood. To understand. That’s it. That’s love.

> STOP get out… this is so beautiful and touching… accepting and being accepted and revealing your whole, authentic self and trusting that you’ll be loved and can love in return…

“Oh, really? But it’s okay if you want to kill me off sometimes. I have a lot of good poses for death scenes! And we still have some fake blood left, so that could be pretty useful for that kind of thing.”

> of course he does. Tsukasa Tenma voice “every actor should have at least 5 death poses. I, of course, have 20.”

“Would you like me to include a graphic death for you next time?” Rui asks fondly. “I’ve always wanted to experiment with using alternative means of showing blood, such as through lighting or with props. Potentially using colours other than red, too.”

“Oh, that sounds good! I’ve been working a lot on my core stability, so I think I could hold even a pretty complicated pose for a good amount of time without moving. And I’ve been trying a new stage fall technique if you want to try shooting me through the head…I think something with a bow and arrow could look really good…”

> what is wrong with themmmm going from a super emotional moment to immedietly talking about the most artistic way for tsukasa to die on screen. They’re insane. “‘Would you like me to include a graphic death for you next time?’ Rui asks fondly.” help meee… fondly planning out a scene where your husband dies violently. True romance. They always follow up their normal and/or emotionally vulnerable conversations with deranged theatre talk, thus restoring order to the universe. I think this is one of the best rks interactions in fan works that I’ve read like. They would. They so would. Cheering and clapping so hard.

"Would you love me even if I was made from polyurethane foam?" he asks distantly. Tsukasa’s eyebrows twitch.

“Go to sleep,” he mutters. “If it’s you, yes.”

> they are so funny & annoying I need to hit them with a bat

God this was so good… I love your writing so so much & I was so excited to see this fic pop up. I will save the longer comment for tumblr where I’m freed from the restraints of the character limit but I’m so obsessed with this. Perfectly balanced between sweet and serious and hysterical… an excellent rui character study… exploring his relationships with his closest friends and how they’ve grown and changed… so beautifully written… you have such a fantastic grasp on these characters and what makes them tick. Thank you for sharing… I’m going to be rotating this in my mind for ages…

[charophyte]

7, 9, and 15 for cinnabarite ^.^

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

I HAVE. An entire OC dedicated to this (well, actually she wasn't MADE for this purpose but she fit in nicely there)

(Old art I need to redraw sometime)

Brief introduction for her: She's a Smoky Quarts (so she just goes by Smoky) from a Kindergarten full of experimental gems that all ended up being off-color; they are larger and more powerful (yes I know I have a type for giant women), but their gems are extremely brittle. So, when Smoky emerged, she saw most of her kin chip and shatter, leaving her alone.

Needless to say, Smoky is very sheltered and very, very cautious. So, of course she is drawn to the ex-torturer and their unstoppable Jasper. The three of them end up having a very messy series of situationships... cuz they all have a LOT of growing to do, emotionally.

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

Cinna's pearl Rouge Pearl, for one. Though during Era Three, she ends up doing her own thing (i.e. getting into Organized Crime).

(Again, old art that I should probably redo)

She also ends up being friends with @titaniumfae's OCs and their partners. They are all just kind of a gaggle of more or less dysfunctional space lesbians.

15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

Cinnabar is a villain in the beginning, evil to an almost comedic degree. She treats torturing rebels like it's office work, having no reason to believe that what she is doing is evil whatsoever.

However, it doesn't take long before Cinna learns how to channel their energy into something more positive. They return to Earth, the ex-colony that they were assigned to for millennia, and learn that humans really know how to enjoy themselves. Many of them even enjoy being tortured.

Cinna ends up being the one that tries to spread joy to those who are still struggling in the current Era. Jasper, who was left at the end of the series still lost and broken, becomes her focus. Smoky, who never got to enjoy herself due to her own fears, is another gem that Cinna becomes obsessed with having new experiences with. She's not trying to 'fix' them per se, she's just trying to help them be less miserable.

Original ask game post

[yomegal]

Hihi! こんにちわ！

** Leaving a little note here just this once. This is definitely a semi if not full, blog post and kinda long. It'm my first post shared into this community so I don't know if long blog post are annoying but a lot of my shared will probably be blogging format www. Anywyas, it's on my side blog but it makes so much sense to share it here and I didn't realize until later that you can only post/reblog through main blog TT. Also, I'm not really re-reading these, so if there are typos and bad grammar..plz accept me for who I am. LOL anyways...

I can't believe this is like my first real post on here (this side blog in particular), that's insane! I haven't been able to do any makeup looks the past month or so. I got a serious eye infection from a mix of things that I'm assuming to be allergies because this did not happen during the fall/winter. I talk about it on my blogger post ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡) so check that out if you're curious.

For now, In order to maintain my fairly recent gyaru lifestyle, I've been making press ons! It's one of my main interests rn, it can take forever but it's so fun to decorate and honestly the worst part of it is the shaping other than that I really enjoy it.

I worked a job at my college for almost 4 years so I'm like a nail novice rn. I really love them though, I like how they look and I love the decorative aspect, the charm and colors. My natural nails are in (sorta kinda) bad condition so I'm working on that BUT that won't stop me from making press-ons for the future lol.

My nail stuff came in and I was so excited to try it, I made three sets in three days. I still have more stuff coming in and more stuff I want to get but this works for now! I have to get a little creative with the limited polish I have. I would include hual pics but this was kowkey a spontaneous post so I didn't take any pics.

I made a super cute pretty pinky (*^◯^*) set that honestly isn't the best as my very first attempt but still really cute for someone inexperienced and that's what I had on in the pic below.

Now, the actual main focus is this set. I tried making (what's supposed to be) a...

Tiger Set!!! 🐯

in the stiletto shape. So excited to put them on but I just took the other ones off not that long ago and my nails aren't that strong like I said before, so I'm taking breaks in between to build my nail strength.

Again, during college days (will be a year in may...) I couldn't even wear nail polish so I'm still really unused to it, even though I love love LOVE how nails look, especially longer nails. Like I can say it again and again. Once I'm able to wear them, I think I'll be an unstoppable gyaru.

Well, that's the main update, I actually wanted to just show a quick picture originally but I had to bloggggg ~

Had to put Chiikawa over the middle nail on the other one because it's so fugly. I'm not really worried about the sorta of see-through layers since it kinda blends in with the natural nail color. I do plan on trying this again because I think I can make it even better!

Also, I'm unemployed right now www, but there are designs I'm interested in trying to do so I'll get some more stuff soon! I might do some shorter ones to build my comfort with nails and slowly work my way up to some super-duper long nails, ugh can't wait for that!

This post will surely become a post on my blogger that should be updated soon. It has like three posts, but as I attempt to build and engage with the gyaru community outside of Twitter more, I want to have a cute blog that's worth looking at, haha. Anyways that really really it this time!

Okiee, じゃあまた！

** Also, I don't know how you guys are on here about it, but I want to note that my use of Japanese greetings is because I'm currently (attempting AGAIN lol) to learn so as I learn) Hopefully, I keep it up), I'll probably try including more!

[vilevileposting]

I'm reading homestuck for the first time (Weeks 5 and 6)

I keep forgetting to post these and I'm sorry!

I've been enjoying going around telling people homestuck is good actually. That's a role I never got to occupy in my young life as homestuck passed me by. So far zero people have believed me and I don't expect that to change.

I have now seen a picture of a troll! Foul little imp

I *am* left with my first little critique of homestuck: Act 3 felt like it was building to the End of Act 3 flash, like it was trying to outdo End of Act 2. Setting things up almost more for the payoff of the flash than for the sake of the story. I don't think a series of lore bombs is a very good way to structure a story, and I'm worried that's the structure the series is going to take. That said, it *is* fun in the moment, it's only in hindsight that I'm thinking this.

Our dealer and homestuck veteran Char has been writing discussion questions for our weekly book club meetings (sometimes), and I've decided to include those along with my answers.

Week 5

980: I bet If I could pause here I’d see something wacky

1000: Interesting that John changed his name *to* Ectobioloist from something else, especially after the prior reveal that ectobiology is a thing in this setting. ARGH I SHOULD HAVE FINISHED THE PAGE BEFORE WRITING THIS NOTE

1022: Tempted to go back and look… This is the kind of thing I’d miss.

1024: This exchange makes me feel like I’m right about both their parents, but I’m getting a little used to the rug pulled out from under me. I feel like I’m picking up on a kind of rule of threes. If I’m right about something, my attention’s drawn to it once, and then the second time it shows up is confirmation. But if I’m wrong, my attention is drawn to it, then my conclusion is hinted at more blatantly in a “it sure looks like that huh” kind of way, and finally the third time it appears is the rug pull. I can’t think of an example following this format right off the melon, I’m going off pure vibes sleep deprived and on a plane.

1026: There are two towers on that funny moon, and it’s notable to me that Rose’s real life house is based on them.

1033: I know those weary eyes!!!!

1039: I appreciate the harsh spike in Gun Realism

1043: Notable to me that the Peregrine Mendicant’s awesome sword is black in color, when you would expect the Light Guys to have white weapons. If indeed he is a Light Guy as Jade’s dream implied.

1046: I would like to apologize for my repeated misgendering of the Peregrine Mendicant. I did it on purpose out of malice. I’m a DEMON

1049: What does this MEAN

1051: Seems like Rose might have been onto something with her subconscious doodling theory, because it only just occurred to me that this takes place prior to basically every other event. Also what does this MEEEEAAAAAN

1062: Pressure cooker bomb reference

1064: Second coming of decoding foreshadowing. Very notable that they got a potted plant, which I seem to recall was one of the things in the jetpack!

1070: Bro EXECUTED Cal for NO REASON!!! THEN LEFT ON A HOVERBOARD!!! I’m telling you in terms of power scaling Dave’s brother is clearly unstoppable.

1093: This has *gotta* be them.

1096: Kamina glasses…….

1099: What is it with Dr. Hussie and ethnic weddings

1108: I was on board for a mayor and a mailwoman, but I am not here for a cop guy

1110: I feel better about a judge guy.

1133: I’m uncertain about Bec’s nature. For a hellbeast, he seems to also be quite cooperative.

1136: Seems like a paradox in the form of sending items to the past is allowed, but not taking items.

1149: Without a pause button I’m just utterly unequipped to handle this – I wrote BEFORE realizing that Nanna’s note is the same note we saw in John’s dad’s copy of Sassacre’s, except written in John’s copy and dropped into the void. This affects the timeline! And I’m really not sure how. I might need to rescind my earlier comment about Nanna being a willing participant in all this, which seems like it may no longer be true. Somehow this copy goes from the void to John’s dad’s safe, then back around again, presuming it’s the closed time loop it seems to be. No clue how that’s gonna come together.

1152: Is this one of the planets we saw? In the process of checking, I notice that there is a LUMINOUS PLANET with a SINGLE MOON, exactly like the one Jade dreamed about. Going by the art style, that indicates this luminous planet and the shadow planet are the sort of centers of light and dark we’re working with. Anyway, if this is one of the four planets then I think it’s the dark cloudy one, or possibly the not so dark (kinda bright actually) cloudy one. A thought that occurs to me now, days later, is that we have 2/4 kids accounted for in dreamland and the shadow planet also has a moon.

There were no discussion questions for Week 6.

Week 6: If Homestuck Book Club was mpreg our child would have a heartbeat.

1159: I think this is the guy in John’s house and I’m not checking.

1169: That’s a setting-specific captchalogue analogue!!! And it’s the same as Wandering Vagrant’s tattoo!!!!!!!!

1170: Hidden message vibes.

1171: Hidden message vibes intensify…

1177: Standing out to me how things get swapped. Clubs Deuce seems to have swapped here with Hearts Boxcars, and a moment ago, the Spade Key was swapped with the rules for blackjack and the war chest was swapped with the deck of cards. If Clubs and Hearts are paired somehow then that would leave Spades paired up with Diamonds, and the rules for blackjack don’t seem very diamondy. I don’t think that’s what’s going on.

1210: Damn I wish I knew how to play poker

1215: Purple planet with a moon…

1219: I saw that the doom wardrobe whatever it was called was the same as Jade’s, but now with John’s bathtub in play I notice all the inventory options are themed after the four kids.

1353: It finally happened

Q: Where do you think the midnight crew and their foes are from? Who does Spades Slick look suspiciously like, and what do we know of his origins?

A: Spades Slick looks exactly like the Warden guy, and for a moment, a lot like WV/PM. He showed up under almost identical circumstances to them too, wandering a destroyed world, and for some reason, making a city. Or present band of synonyms for Wandering Vagrant are uniquely insistent upon civics, with a mailwoman, a mayor, and a judge. It could be that after worlds are destroyed, these guys show up and make something. It’s unclear to me why, or how to categorize everything. The plot of Midnight Crew centers around a conflict of black vs green, not black and white. They did say darkness always wins, maybe there was some other force (time?) before light? We don’t really know where this interlude falls in the timeline, if it falls anywhere at all. For example, if Spades Slick becomes the Warden, or vice versa. Or the secret third option. If those bar codes are an analogue for captchalogue cards, then it stands to reason that that code can be used to replicate the thing it designates. They could just be clones.

Q: Did you understand... any? of the time fuckery?

A: I followed the thread but I could not retell the story if I tried.

Q: Who is the weird little grey fucker at the end of the intermission?

A: John Stuck

Q: What's Snowman's deal? Will she ever be killed?

She’s clearly an imp-thing turned traitor, but there’s so little to go off of. The o in her name wasn’t green at any point, and she’s not shown to have a power besides taking the world with her if she dies. So she’ll probably die. Former Mayor Hussie isn’t striking me as someone who flinches.

Q: Who of these characters, if any, do you think might reappear in Homestuck?

If nobody else, definitely Spades Slick and Snowman. Maybe Lord English, maybe the rest of the Crew.

[obihiro-division]

Once upon a clear weather amidst the hot and humid summer, finally a super glorious day had just rolled around in Obihiro! And because this day was none other than another anniversary of Daiki Kamiyama’s grand debut into this world, an unstoppable flux of presents submitted over to his home sweet home was obviously to be expected!

Noticing something hanging on his apartment’s door handle, the young lad unexpectedly found a mysterious parcel neatly wrapped in a furoshiki-style.

He did remember Jack once warned him not to receive a gift from strangers but whom does that grown-ass butler think he was lecturing? Today is his birthday and it would be his right to take a look at his own present, would it?! Besides, for those who don’t know; being a little bit nosy was the basic startup of every heroism!

Deciding to snoop a little peek at his new present with curiosity, there he found a set of multicolor MLG sunglasses...

And those were not only just them! There was another gift sending along as well —which is a particular box, and inside this box is full of… What? Fish?

Moreover than that, they were all so colorful… Yeah, now it seemed like he has got himself the rainbow taiyaki…

One more thing left at last inside this beautiful packaging; it was a tiny card written in glittery pink lying there among the gifts, saying;

“Happy Birthday Mr. Paladin☆

Every hero is in need of gorgeous gadgets and no army could march on its empty stomach, therefore here you go~ A full set of rainbow power!

Hope you enjoy our gifts ;)

—Nara Division”

—————————

Rest well and get better soon! 🍀

The young man was bouncing with excitement… His first gift! Two of them!! From people he's never actually met?! He was mentally thanking Hisoka for allowing him the opportunity to be in the D.R.B. Never in his life had he been given such nice gifts and words from potential friends. Taking the sunglasses and placing them carefully on his coffee table, Daiki snuck another peek at the colorful taiyaki assorted in a circle, grinning widely. That was until his gray eyes slowly drifted to the small clock on his wall.

“Oh bloody- I'm gonna be late for the morning patrol!” Daiki suddenly exclaims. Stuffing a taiyaki into his mouth, he chokes down the delicious treat as he fastens his mask over the lower half of his face and buckles his helmet under his chin. Underneath his goggles, he teared up at the tastiness of the fish-shaped pastries before he slammed the door behind him. No hero can be late for their duties, not even the great PALADIN!

Thank you for the gift! And for the words to rest. Having to hold back from working when I should rest was hard. (´-_ゝ-`)

[naupactus]

19, 20, 24 plsss

19- the light but also freedom of mobility. i can go out with friends or go for a walk and mostly everythjng else during the day. well you can during the night too but not as freely. either only in Night Places or in safe company transitorily. cant have a picnic at night sadly. and light because you can see shit. sure you can see a little at night but you cant see the colors of everything and small things like bugs or flowers or hidden things dont appear to you as much. they do during the day.

20- the privacy... i feel more comfortable doing anything when everyone else is asleep. if it were possible to actually be completely silent while playing guitar i would be unstoppable at night. sadly not but i still get to enjoy myself so much more without the interruptions that are during the day. it's also quiet and that's very nice

26- i am slowly becoming less malleable by other people's opinions (real or hypothetical) Very slowly but i'm getting there <3 i didn't go to a party last weekend that i was (generally) invited to, on purpose, and last year i would have forced myself to go and then broken out crying in the middle of it if i started having a slightly bad time

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hello, i notice that your request were open and was wondering you could do a matchup for me? preferably for demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, and one piece.

i'm 20 years old, hispanic, a virgo, and use she/her pronouns.

appearance: 4'11. pear body shape. shoulder length hair. dark brown eyes. sometimes wears glasses.

personality: i'm a little awkward and distant at first. mostly wanting to know if your intentions are good or not. but once i get to know you and feel comfortable around you... i can be quite sarcastic, honest (to the point where it has gotten me in trouble), very curious, mischievous, stubborn, a little odd, calm, and patient. talking is depending, i guess? i mostly talk out of necessity or, if asked, unless i wholeheartedly love and trust you so much. i also tend to ramble a lot when a subject that i know and/or love is brought up. i can be prideful to the point where i don't want to apologize, but i am learning that it's okay to make mistakes and that i am not always right or know all.

hobbies: listening to music. playing games. reading. stargazing. watching [anime, documentaries, movies, series, etc].

likes: art, cats & dogs, dr. pepper, fashion, music, reading, stargazing, webtoon/manhwas.

dislikes: coffee, heights, hot temperature/weather, insects, overcrowded places, when people make fun of me for being a picky eater

love language(s): gift giving and acts of service.

extra: i really want to have tattoos. my favorite colors are pink and green. physical touch kind of scares me. and i always want to look good even if i'm just going grocery shopping.

sorry for the request being so long ^^' and i hope you have a wonderful day!

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long.

You didn't specify whether you would prefer a male or female matchup (or if you didn't have a preference) so I've given you a male and female matchup for each fandom. As a result, the headcanons for each character are a bit shorter than normal. If you'd like more headcanons for any of the characters, please let me know and I'll happily write some up for you.

I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Modern au Tanjiro is definitely a fan of webtoons. I can’t explain that, it’s just a feeling. He’d love to get some suggestions from you so you can talk about your favourite comics together.

More than willing to get rid of bugs for you. He’ll move them so they’re not bothering you and let them go somewhere they’ll be happy so they don’t come back.

You and Kanao are certainly a quiet couple but you get each other in ways others can’t. She might not say much but she’s very empathetic and understands you well.

She’s not a big fan of crowded places either so is more than happy to avoid those with you. If you do have to go somewhere crowded, Kanao will stay as close to you as possible without touching you so you’re both comfortable.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

I don’t see Megumi as a huge fan of physical touch himself so he’s more than happy to have his personal space. If you’re comfortable with linking pinkies while you walk or even just occasionally touching ankles while sitting together, he’s happy with that as well.

Enjoys watching documentaries with you. He finds them interesting and enjoys hearing you add any extra facts throughout. He’s always paying really close attention too so expect him to remember those details even months down the track.

Nobara is the outgoing sass to your quiet mischief. You’re actually a super chaotic and unstoppable due when put together so it’s great for you two and terrible for everyone else.

Oh, she’s so happy you like fashion. She might not be the most girly-girl out there but she’s still a teenage girl and can appreciate some good outfits when the mood strikes her.

In One Piece, I match you with...

You and Usopp would definitely be the art due of the crew. You’ve both got that creative spark in you and are more than happy to give each other feedback and advice when the other is stuck on something.

Since you’re both mischievous as well, I can see the two of you being the pranksters of the crew. No one is safe from your pranks. Hopefully you can run fast though, otherwise you might not always escape scott-free…

Vivi loves stargazing with you. She finds it super relaxing. Bonus points if you’re rambling about the stars. Vivi loves listening to you talk about your passions so it’s a win-win in her book.

Definitely not someone to tease you for being a picky eater. In fact, since she’s got access to private chefs, she’ll be able to ensure all of your meals are designed so you enjoy every bite.

[strongbookthoughts]

Notes on 3D Granny Squares by Moore, Moore and Semaan

Yeah, so I finally looked at a digital craft book since starting this sideblog. Specifically through Hoopla. I have some opinions about both the format and the book itself.

The good, the bad and the ugly, right? I'mma start with the ugly.

I am absolutely sure that a physical copy of this book would not have the color guides for every single block formatted this way. This particular block actually has 5 colors, so guess what I had to page through! Yeah, I guess Hoopla thinks that every single picture should have its own page with no text. That's, uh, not ideal for this book. (On the other hand? Super easy to screen shot, if I want directions for a project I can't finish in 3 weeks.) Anyway, gonna try to ignore the digital formatting issue to talk about the contents now.

Okay, so I checked this book out because I saw a different book by one of the authors recommended elsewhere. I figured I'd get a feel for her aesthetic before deciding if I wanted to request the library get a copy of the book.

THE BLOCKS ARE SO FRICKEN CUTE!!! I LOVE THEM!! OMG!!! There's a lot of applique bits to make them 3D, so I'm not sure I'd love making them, but I am really enjoying flipping through the pictures. Every part has both written instructions and a chart. And I do love me some charts.

Look at that. It's a 6 stitch chart for lips. EVERY piece has a chart. Delightful. (Slightly less delightful is that some charts are in cream on white because color matching or something rather than being readable.)

Oh, and there are projects scattered through the book that are generally kid-focused.

So, uh, yeah. I'mma bug the library to get that other book. And may get this again, if I am making a thing where I need a granny square with a 3D jellyfish.

Also, I am unstoppable now! SO MANY DIGITAL CRAFT BOOKS TO HAVE OPINIONS ABOUT!!!!

[acidsoju]

MUSE II

read muse parte one here

genre: smut, non idol, college life, slice of life, some fluff, romance. pairing: poetry major! soobin x art major! femreader warnings: nsfw, dom soobin, sub reader, unprotected sex, public sex, oral (f. receiving) word count: 5k summary: if soobin had been a sorce of inspiration to your painting, why couldn't you also be one to his writing?

“Roses are red. Violets are blue. What the fuck I’m supposed to do?”

“Ah, yes, that’s my favorite so far.”

Soobin rolled his eyes, crashing the little paper in his hand and throwing it somewhere around his room. In his swivel chair, he turned to look at his friend laying in his bed while playing on his cellphone, not listening to him anymore and barely answering the same ‘that’s good’, ‘oh, I like that one better’ sentences everytime Soobin came with a new idea.

“Shouldn’t you be rehearsing or something?” That finally caught the attention of his friend who, after taking a look at the time in his screen, gasped loudly. Taehyun grabbed his stuff as quickly as he could and stormed out of Soobin’s house after screaming around:

“See ya, Soob! Good luck with your thingy!”

Now Soobin was alone with his own thoughts in his room; his floor covered in his failed writing attempts. He leaned his head against the chair’s back, his hair swiftly falling to the sides of his face. Like a drummer, he twirled unstoppably the pencil in his fingers while trying to organized the ideas rushing throught his mind.

After winning last year’s poetry contest, he didn’t feel the necessity of trying again; but that changed after this year’s prize was revealed; a full year scholarship? He was on. But it seemed like the harder he tried, the harder it became to actually write something that wasn’t a full of crap.

Soobin still had a month to write and submit his poem, so he found himself staying till late hours in the uni’s library, reading how many hours long from Homer to Shakespeare to Komachi and then Dickinson; Soobin immersed in his big literaly world.

“We’re closing soon, son. You should go back home.” The old and sweet librarian would tell him, snapping him out of his world when the nights arrived.

One specifically night, he found himself roaming around the various departments in college, enjoying the strange atmosphere it created the night in the place. He felt such an outsider in such a familiar place to him. The sound of his footsteps died when he saw light coming from a classroom and he walked slower, trying not to make any sound in case it was, you know, a serial killer.

Avoiding making sound wasn’t really necessary as you had your earphones on, blocking any sound from outside. You sat down on a wooden stool facing a canva two heads bigger than you, your hand holding up the brush and and brushtrocking on it, plastering life into it. It wasn’t done but Soobin could tell you were working on some sea details at the moment.

He stayed crouched down peeking from the door longer than he thought, but he found himself mesmerized. It hadn’t been that long of a time since you two met but still, after that night he stood over at your place, you two had not talked again due to your busy, overwhelming university lives. Memories from that night with you came to his mind making his breath hitched.

He analyzed the scene in front of him some more; from your tired yet focused eyes, to the hand holding the palette in which you would mix some colors; your own clothes had stains of paint in some random places, some were still fresh and some looked old so Soobin assumed you used that specific overall anytime you’d paint.

Your hand stopped and Soobin hid himself just in time before you looked to the door. The hall was dark. Just what time was it? You didn’t know and your phone was still in your bag, but from the window you saw the stars of the night sky and decided it was time to go back home. Your eyes flickered to the door once more when you thought you heard some footsteps, but since you had your earphones on you assumed it was nothing and carried on.

Soobin rushed down the hall to the art department’s entrance, almost running. His heart beating loudly against his chest after almost being caught. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to you but he would prefer if you didn’t catch him practically spying on you.

The very next day Soobin found himself walking down the art’s department again, curiously wondering if you’d be there again too. And you were; on the same clothes, with your earphones on humming along to the song while painting. This became of Soobin’s little routine after his actual routine in the library but it didn’t last long since one night when he had peeked to look into the classroom, he had seen no one.

The big half-done canva was there though and as his eyes went from the glistening sea to the bag on the floor, his heart started beating anxiously against his chest. He was about to leave when he heard the clear sound of footsteps stopping just behind him; he suddenly felt like he was about to die in a horror movie and when you towered over him and poke your head form his side, he couldn’t help but shrieked.

Next thing he heard was your loud laughter. He fell on his butt and tried to calm his anxious heart, feeling the back of his neck burning up. Your shoes appeared in front of him and he looked up at your figure; you smirked down at him, an eyebrow arched and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“Well, I haven’t seen you around lately.” Soobin laughed awkwardly at your remark and stood up enjoying the way you had to tilt your head up to keep looking at him in the eyes. He had to admit that looking at you from a distance and from up a close were two completely different things. His eyes faltered for milliseconds to your lips.

“So…” He mumbled scratching the back of his head with his hand and trying to pull his best innocent smile, making his dimple show specially for you. “This is not what it looks like?” He didn’t sound convinced at all which made you snort. “Really! I just happened to be here and didn’t except anyone else to be here… I didn’t expect you to be here.” Wow, was he always this good of a liar?

You narrowed your eyes at him and ended up shrugging, deciding that there was no reason to believe he was lying and, after all, you both did go to the same college.

“Okay then, it was nice seeing you again.” You lazily smiled at him before walking into the classroom again, putting a sudden end to your meeting. Soobin blinked at the space you were just a second ago and without too much thinking, he followed you in. While you took your usual seat, he walked closer and stopped behind you looking at the beautiful painting in front of him. You silently gulped feeling the warm of his body radiating on your back and picked up the palette and brush, hoping the slight shake of your fingers would pass unnoticed.

“You really are talented.” He complimented nodding his head while looking at you inching closer to the canva, some lose strands of hair falling to the front of your head because of the sudden movement.

When his hand reached out and put the little hairs behind your ear, you flinched surprised at the sudden contact. His hand lingered in the spot just a moment before tracing his fingertips down your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying his sweet caress.

“It was nice seeing you too.” He whispered in your ear, now his body towering over yours.

It was safe to say that that night Soobin couldn’t stop thinking about you; while deprived of sleep, he started writing down every thought that came to his mind while you flooded every space in his head. He didn’t realized when he fell asleep, head resting down on his desk and with half a paper written thanks to you.

Knock knock. You turned your head towards the door to where the tall, pretty boy stood, gently leaning on against the door frame, a coyly smile for you. You nodded in his direction, greeting him with a small smile on your lips while your eyes told everything in your place: ‘what are you doing here?’ Soobin caught that; still he walked in and placed down his bag on a table. He sat down and took out some things from his bag.

You cleared your throat. “Did you need anything?”

“Oh, I can’t be here?” He tilted his head.

“I don’t really mind… But why are you here?”

“I’m participating in this year’s poetry contest.”

You hummed nodding your head, turning around in your seat to look properly at him. Did he wear glasses before? This was the first time you noticed them. It suited him really good. He didn’t say anything else to you and instead focused all his attention down on his notepad, nibbling down on his pencil.

Just when you turned back to the canva, he lifted his eyes and grinned, trying to suppress his smile from growing bigger.

Truth was, you didn’t really mind sharing the classroom with other people. After all, you had your earphones with you just in case you needed to block anything that could bother you from the little world you were creating. Still, you didn’t really expect to feel the burning of his stare from time to time on your back. So nervewrecking.

Long hours passed day by day where the two of you were sharing a common silence. Only making small talks from time to time when Soobin would feel his head clouded or when you would start getting annoyed at some failed attempts.

As more time you spent together, Soobin started noticing more things about you; the way you’d block him from your own world completely, humming quietly to whatever came to your mind and sometimes even muttering things to yourself which he found kind of cute; or the way you’d massage your back after long hours of painting; how you’d rubbed your temples while sighting or the quick glances you’d steal from him when you thought he wouldn’t noticed.

Oh, did he not noticed all those times you’d look at him with your pretty eyes?

He could notice from the corner of his eyes when you’d turn, pretending to stretch and look outside through the window, how your eyes would trail to him and lingered on himself. He had ended up hurting the inside of his cheek after so much biting to suppress his grinning. And from time to time he’d lift his gaze, caughting you staring at him and enjoying the red in your ears.

“Pretty.”

You were startled when he suddenly talked standing behind you, interrupting the unspoken pact of silence between both.  When had he gotten so close? You tilted your head and looked up at him as he towered over yourself to peek closer at your work. The back of your head hit his low abdomen and that made him look down, a smile spreading in his face that made your cheeks burn up. His hands placed on each side of your face and his thumbs gently rubbed your red cheeks.

“So pretty.” He mumbled and from the look in his eyes you were sure he wasn’t talking about your painting. His eyes moved to your lips, his index finger tracing the corner of your mouth while his own lips slightly parted open. You thought he was going to kiss you and you really wanted him to, but you felt your heart sank in your chest when he pressed his pretty lips into a smile, looking back up at your eyes and let go the hold in your face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You got up dropping your brush and palette to the floor and turned to him; he could barely react when you grabbed the collar of his shirt in your fist and pulled him down to your height, crashing your lips against his. You kissed him hungerly, melting at the sweet taste of his lips, before parting away from him and looking at his eyes still covered in shock. You felt your ears burning up, but still managed to talk. “Well, you don’t have to look that surprised.”

He chucked, getting out of the sudden shock and his hands grabbed your hips, pressing you against him. Yeah sure, he had played just a little with you trying to get a good reaction from you, but this? He couldn’t imagine you’d react like this and, being completely honest, he loved it.

Soobin hummed delighted when you closed the distance between your lips again, your hands sliding to the back of his neck, tugging at his soft hair. Soon your back was pressed against the cold wall of the classroom, sending shivers down your spin. You felt the hardness of Soobin’s cloth dick rubbing against your tight as his hips started bucking up, making you gasp softly against his mouth, his tongue meeting yours at your sudden open mouth.

His hands moved down to grab your ass, rubbing harder against you before lifting you up easily to match his height, pressing your against the wall. Your legs rounded his waist and pressed him impossibly closer to you, your core aching while he rubbed up his still clothed, hard cock against you, barely being able to relief some ache. Breaking the kiss, Soobin started leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses from your neck to your ear, licking experimentally and moaning against it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; he moaned so fucking prettily.

“Fuck baby, I missed you so bad,” he whined, slowing down the movements in his hips while locking his lips with yours again, his tongue against yours owning every inch of your mouth. His grip on your loosened before he placing you back down on your own feet. As soon as you stood on your own, he fell down on his knees looking up at you with pleadingly eyes, his hands caressing and squeezing your tights. “let me show you how much I have missed you, mmh?”

“Wa-wait” You gasped at the cold air hitting your skin when Soobin pulled down your overall pants to your ankles, leaving you exposed only with your panties and shirt in front of him. His long, slender middle finger slid against the wet cloth between your legs and you sighed, trying to press togheter your thighs. Soobin gave you an annoyed look and clicked his tongue before grabbing and putting over his shoulder one of your legs exposing you more to him, after throwing away your overall to a corner in the room.

“You’re so wet baby, did you miss me too?” He mumbled sliding your panties to a side and caressing your wet folds with his index finger. Your hips buckled and that made him chuckle. “Eager?” He got his face closer to your core, his breath hitting against your bare skin and kissed softly your clit, again making you flinch. “Want me to eat you up?”

“Soobin, hurry." You whined not liking his teasing at all. He obliged and pulled down your underwear, his eyes never leaving yours before he closed his mouth against your aching hole. Both of you groaned at the same time; Soobin at your such delicious taste, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and you at the way the man on his knees eat you up so good. "Mmh- agh, Soobin, s'good."

All the moans that came from your pretty-self went directly to his aching cock. He switched places with his mouth from your folds to your abandoned clit while inserting easily a finger and then two in you, in and out faster every time. You covered your mouth with a hand, biting down ignoring the fact that you were going to leave some marks on your skin, trying to appease all the noise that scaped uncontrollably from you.

Soobin groaned against you when you started grinding your pussy against his face, matching the pace of his fingers fucking into you. You were so close; you looked down and moaned at the beautiful image of the man eating you out so deliciously, cumming on his fingers. He switched againt his fingers for his mouth and rode you through your climax, hearing the sweet whimpers from your overstimulated self.

"Sob-soobin---fuck."

Your knees trembled and he helped you steady yourself up, putting down your leg and holding you tight by your waist. Soobin crashed his mouth against you making sure you'd taste yourself and started unbuckling his pants. He grabbed your hand and put it right over his hard dick, eyes piercing through you after pulling apart from your mouth.

“Feel that?” He questioned you, grinding against your hand while your eyes glued to his pretty swollen lips. “You make me so fucking hard, baby- god.”

“Soobin, please.” You whined; he smirked loving the way you’d say his name.

“Please what, princess? Say what you want.” You started rubbing your tights together, trying to relieve the aching between your legs.

“Need you to fuck me right now.”

Just as you said that Soobin pulled down his boxers, his hard, fat dick sticking up to his abdomen, the tip shiny from the pre-cum. You bit your lip; you wanted to eat him up so badly. But when he noticed the intention you had to get on your knees, he stopped you grabbing your hips harder, his dick trapped in between the two bodies.

“Where do you think you’re going? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?” He tilted his head and rose an eyebrow; you opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off. “I wanna pound so hard into you, baby so turn around and lift your pretty ass for me, okay?”

Soobin watched you turned to face the hall, putting your ass in full display for him, his hand wanking on his member, a soft gasp living his lips at the godly sight. He pressed his dick against your ass teasingly, grabbing your hips and pressing them against him. After some pleading from your part that had his cock twitching, he positioned the tip against your wet, so hot, entrance and planted a kiss on your back before pushing forward into you; his mouth forming a ‘o’ and a groan erupting from down his throat as you clenched around him, taking him so well.

“So tight for me, ri--ah- right?” He hissed feeling you sucking him up perfectly with your gummy walls while you grinded against his hips for more friction. He started pounding deeper into you, a moan scaping from you as you pressed against the wall trying not to fall. “So damn pretty.”

Soobin eyes were fixated where you and him met, licking his lips and whimpering when you’d clench around him. His pace fastened and he had to bite down on his lip so hard to avoid cumming when you started pounding against him as well, matching his pace. Your fingers rubbed against your knob, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, feeling so close to your climax.

Soobin slid his hand around your chest and grabbed your pretty neck, straightening you and pressing your back against his agitated chest. His mouth reached your ear and he started moaning for you, one hand pressing on your neck, the other pushing his fingers into your mouth while his dick devoured your insides.

“You take me so damn well, baby- fuck.“ He groaned, feeling you clenching at his words. “So fucking pretty, please, make me feel good and cum over my dick, okay?”

It didn’t take more for you to cum, Soobin panting at the feeling of your juices covering his throbbing dick and he thrusted a few more times before cumming too, ropes of cum filling you. He didn’t stop thursting into you until there was a white ring of cum at the base of his dick and you were whimpering so hard that even the fingers in your mouth couldn’t muffle down the sounds.

Soobin turned you around after pulling out of yourself and kissed your lips, not leaving you catch your breath. His hands cupping your face and rubbing sweetly.

“I think…” You said after pulling apart between agitated breaths while Soobin helped you put back your clothes. “We should get out of here before someone comes.”

“Good idea.” He put back on his own trousers and gently kissed your lips again, before going for his stuff.

“You looked so fucked up right now.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Soobin ignored Taehyun’s comment and put down his tray of food on the cafeteria table. He knew he looked bad, after all he had go back late to his place last night and of course, his racing mind and heart hadn't let him sleep at all so he had no other choice but to work on his writing which had resulted in him finally finishing up the submission poetry for the contest and sending it up.

That was why he still had some bed hair and bags under his eyes that thankfully his glasses covered almost completely. Still if you’d look up at him from close, like his friend Taehyung did, you could noticed his sleep deprived self.

He started munching down his lunch when his eyes landed on you walking into the cafeteria, mindlessly looking down at your phone instead of where you were going. Soobin’s eyes were glued to you, his mind flashing back to yesterday, he fought the smile on his face.

Of course, his urge to smile really died when someone sneaked from behind you and hugged your waist, lifting you up in the air and making you gasp in surprise before giggling so beautifully. He hated it. Soobin watched the way Yeonjun put you down before kissing your cheek and hugging your shoulders, walking you to a free table.

“Oh my god, what did that salad even do to you?” Taehyun asked concerned watching Soobin stab furiously the poor lettuce, an annoyed grimace on his face. When his friend didn’t answer him, Taehyun looked where Soobin’s eyes were and hummed as if he got everything. “Are you jealous? Do you like her?”

But Soobin didn’t answer. He just watched carefully how Yeonjun placed a tray of food for you and opened his mouth, you spoon-feeding him before eating yourself.

“Are friends usually that close to each other?” He mumbled to himself but Taehyun perfectly caught that and snickered, earning a death glare from his friend. His eyes went back to you, chatting non-stop with Yeonjun who’s face lazily rested in the palm of his hand while listening and nodding to whatever you were saying.

Taehyun was actually scared Soobin would brake the fork on his hand when Beomgyu joined you and Yeonjun on the table, ruffling your hair and placing down some pudding on your tray. That should be me, thought Soobin, glaring at the boys surrounding you. His eyes met Yeonjun who, for a second, looked defiant into Soobin’s eyes, but then his gaze softened and he interrupted you mid-sentence, lifting up his finger in Soobin’s direction.

Soobin did felt his nerves shutting down and himself relaxing when you turned around and looked at him with your beautiful, so soft, lips stretching into a pretty smile and waving your hand in his direction. Soobin smiled lightly and waved back.

“So you two fucked yesterday?” Repeated Yeonjun earning a glare from you while you snapped your head at him.

“You should scream it out loud in case nobody else heard you.” You told him feeling your cheeks burning up when two girls from the table next to yours turned to look at your curiously.

“Sure thing. Hey! Y/n and Soobin are fuc- Mhm!” You shoved some untouched food into your friend’s mouth muffling whatever the fuck he was going to say and ignored the annoyed look he gave you, munching the food. “You could have killed me."

“I wish.” Gyu mumbled.

“Ah, please!” Yeonjun pulled your chair closer to his and trapped you in between his arms, not letting you a chance of scaping. “You both know you’d be so bored without me, I’m the actual fun part of this friendship."

Taehyun seriously thought Soobin would stab Yeonjun with his plastic fork any minute. Slowly, he took the mortal weapon from his friend’s hand and replaced it with an apple. If looks could kill, Yeonjun would be ten feet underground already.

That day, Soobin didn’t show at your classroom which only made your heart sank, barely being able to concentrate in your painting. As you confessed to your friends, you had really started to like this pretty boy but it scared you so much that you two would only be a fling.

A sighed scaped your lips as you walked down the hall in complete darkness after turning off the light from your classroom. The cold of the night hit you as soon as you put your foot outside and you hurried to the entrance where the same police office man of everyday nodded in your direction.

“Hey pretty.”

Soobin waited for you outside on the other side of the entrance. His back rested against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest. He smiled softly at you and waited for you to react. You, on the other hand, started malfunctioning. Was it possible that he was there just to fuck again? What was the situation between you two?

“Hey,” You answered, barely smiling and looking away from his intense eyes. He took a step away from the wall and closer to you, making you flinch but you managed to lock eyes with his. “you’re pretty late.”

“Am I?” He nibbled down at his bottom lip, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “I had some thinking to do, sorry I didn’t show up.”

“It’s fine, it’s… it’s not like you had to-

“I like spending time with you.” He cut you off, knowing where you sentence was going but he wasn’t going to let it happen. Your mouth hanged open in the air, the words losing sound and you just nodded. “So, I have something to confess.” You hummed, letting him know you were listening. “Today I almost went to prison.”

“What?”

“I really, really, wanted to kick Yeonjun in the face today.” Your eyebrows knitted and he feared you were going to get mad at him, but instead you answered:

“I mean... I get it, but why?"

Soobin chuckled softly and took a step closer to you, cupping your hands in his. “Don’t you know why?”

“...I can thing about some things but I’m not really sure until you tell me.”

“I like you,” He lifted your hands closer to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. “like so much. I really like you.”

You grinned, feeling the anxiety from all day’s lifting from your chest. Your arms hugged the boy’s torso and placing down your head against his chest, you heard his beating heart.

“I hope this is not a rejection hug?” He mumbled burying his head in your neck and hugging you tightly against him. You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“I like you too, silly. I was actually so sad you didn’t show up today, I thought this was a onetime thing for you.”

“Well, it was actually two.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I know, but it isn’t like that.” Soobin lifted his head and cupped your face in his big hands. “Actually, there’s something I have to show you. Do wanna crash at my place tonight?”

You sat down on Soobin’s couch sipping at the warm coffee he had made for you and waited impatiently for him to finally show you what he had written for the poesy contest. He took a seat next to you, red tinting his cheeks as he offered you his notepad with slightly shaky hands. You smiled and took it, leaning in closer to him and making yourself comfortable in his embrace before starting to read:

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

That night, Soobin and you fell asleep in his couch with the background sound of the tv on and animation movie’s credits playing on screen. Your body on top of his, with your face burred in the crook of his neck, one hand placed against his chest moving up and down from his soft breaths and the other intertwined with his free hand, while his other hand hugged you tightly to him.

“And you said he wrote this about you?” Gyu repeated incredulously, looking at the screen of his phone that showed this year’s poetry winner posted on the uni’s page. You scoffed at your friend’s remarks and took the phone out of your ear, placing it near your boyfriend’s. Soobin looked at you confused.

“Tell him I’m your muse.” You said silently. Soobin snickered and held your hand that grabbed the phone.

“Hello? Ah, Beomgyu, hi. Yes? Yeah, thanks, I’m so happy right now. Actually…” Soobin’s dreamy eyes went up to look at you and his smiled widened. “Being real honest with you, I couldn’t have won without y/n, she’s my most perfect muse- Hello? Beomgyu? I think he died.”

a/n: this poem actually belongs to george gordon (lord byron) because i'm not that of a brilliant poestist (am not at all)