#ill bury myself now

[summer-r-storm]

My brain is spitting out Danny Phantom reboot ideas/concepts which would be nice if I didnt have a DEADLINE to make for my actual book that will be published in just a FEW MONTH so if I could focus on the primary project that would be nice.

[z-grist]

Here's chapter 2 for my comic ALL 4 LOVE. Please read the warnings at the beginning of the chapter ⚠️

You can read it on Pixiv here

It's a bit on the short side, but thank you for reading!

[easterpookan]

[fandomchaosposts]

there's just something so. so hot about a man yelling in German 🫣

[connormoving]

loveee when a character is crushed under the weight of someone elses expectations for them love when a character dedicates their entire life to something they never even wanted for themself love when the only reason a character keeps going is because theyre Supposed to and bc theyre supposed to make another person happy/proud. YES !!! CLAPPING !!! YES !!!!!!!!

[stormyoceans]

oh please please please please talk more about the puentalay kisses bc i am, also, severely insane about them

(the feeling! the physicality! the comfort!! god those are all such great kisses. also hoping for sea to grab onto jimmy too oh yes tho am not sure if the hesitancy before was just him or him portraying talay, we'll see??)

that could be!!!! as a viewer it’s pretty hard to establish if the physicality in a kiss is fully determined by the actor’s performance or if it’s partly due to directing choices, so it’s definitely possible for that hesitancy to be more about talay rather than sea himself, especially since talay isn’t as comfortable with physical touch as puen is, at least at the beginning, while sea himself seems like a very affectionate guy, at least now. i personally feel like both factors may be at play here, which is why im really curious to see how their kisses in last twilight are going to be, since in the mock trailer day is the one to initiate it  

AND SINCE IM INSUFFERABLE HERE IS MY PERSONAL ANALYSIS OF THE PUENTALAY KISSES BASED ON AN ASSIGNEMENT I DID FOR MY HISTORY OF FILM CLASS BACK IN UNIVERSITY 10 YEARS AGO

okay so, obviously im far from being an expert, but what i learned while doing my research is that there are 5 elements that directors and acting coaches usually take into account when it comes to kisses. those elements are:

prelude: it’s everything that leads up to the kiss itself, from the story up until that moment, to the emotions of the characters, to the tone of the scene;

look: eye contact is essential when it comes to acting, and even more so when there’s a kissing scene. we love consent, but the truth is that a lot of times the invitation for a kiss is made through the eyes and the emotions you can express through them (needless to say, jimmy is INSANE at this);

breath: it's whether the characters just dive in or if there's some lingering before or after the kiss;

rhythm: it's about the length, the pace, and the technique of the kiss;

surrender: this is what i usually call the physicality of a kiss, because it’s basically the way the bodies respond to each other.

a good director can play with all these elements to give a specific feeling and match the scene itself. that being said, let's start with the kiss where all these elements can't be applied sfjksgfj

the drunk kiss in episode 2. drunk kisses are hard to judge because you are actually supposed to mess up all the things that make a good kiss. if a character is wasted they're hardly gonna be able to communicate emotions through their eyes or have a nice rhythm. in this case there's also not much of a prelude since they've just met, but that's kinda the point: the purpose is to surprise both puen and the audience. i still find it an interesting kiss because of what it tells us about the characters (talay is more open and affectionate when drunk, puen is perplexed but doesn't get angry or push talay away) and i think the fact that it stayed with them for YEARS says a lot about the instant connection they felt between them. i also really appreciate that we get a quick peck first and then a second slightly more purposeful kiss, lips puckered and fully touching.

(hiding the rest under the cut to preserve some kind of dignity)

the greenhouse kiss in episode 4. HERE'S WHERE IM GONNA START LEAVING ANY SEMBLANCE OF SANITY AND COHERENCY BEHIND. im usually not the biggest fan of one-sided/sudden kisses, but this one.... THIS ONE!!!!!! the entire episode is a perfect build up to this moment, engaging the viewers since the very beginning ("so, they will fall in love?" "i guess they will") and raising the (emotional) stakes with each step leading towards it ("why don't we fall in love with each other?", "i talked about the one im hitting on", "feelings aren't something you can toy with"): the second talay steps into the greenhouse and puen comes into view, you can actually FEEL it in the air, that something's gonna happen. then puen grabs talay's arm to stop him from leaving AND THE LOOKS HE THROWS AT TALAY!!!!!! THE WAY HIS EYES SOFTEN WHEN TALAY ASKS HIM "ARE YOU MESSING WITH ME AGAIN?" AND HE ANSWERS "NO"!!!!!!! his intentions are written all over them, so when puen grabs talay's neck and kisses him you're expecting it and yet it still manages to take your breath away. sudden kisses are pretty much the only type where it's kinda acceptable to have a frozen physicality (so arms down the side, body standing still) because it makes sense for the surprise to be freezing the character in place, and while that it's also what happens here, i really like how they were able to somehow still make it feel 'physical': jimmy goes in so strong sea stumbles/has to readjust his position a little, the hold jimmy has on sea's neck is gentle but firm and establishes connection, their lips are fully pressed together, jimmy's nose is almost squished against sea's cheek, and for a sudden kiss their bodies are standing surprisingly close to each other.

the greyllery kiss in episode 8. when i tell you i start FROTHING AT THE MOUTH every time i see just how perfectly they constructed and directed this kiss to parallel the one in the greenhouse…. from puen's adoring look to the way he pulls talay in by grabbing the back of his neck to the camera angles, every detail is built to make the viewers recall the end of episode 4 and give us a visual representation of how much their relationship has grown since then. obviously the mutuality of it is the biggest difference in itself, but there’s also a subtle shift in the physicality to match that: puen gets to wrap both of his arms around talay now, and talay finally reaches back too. this is one of the cases where i do wish sea could have been a bit more confident in grabbing jimmy back, but at the same time i think the hesitancy makes sense for talay as a character, so it's not a detail that pulls you out of the moment and everything else is just PERFECT. the prelude to the kiss in particular is incredible, not only because of the confession itself, which would deserve its own analysis even just for how it happens when the lights are out, highlighting the fact that they love each other for who they are, no matter which body they're inhabiting, but also because the tension gets progressively built up beat by beat until you find yourself on the edge of your sit holding your breath just waiting for it to happen: i said i like you, beat, i like you even though i don't know what you look like, beat, even though i don't know who you are, beat, i like you too, beat, i like everything about you, beat, puen dropping his bag, beat, and when puen takes an audible breath in before stepping forward, that's when you can finally release your own. this is also the first kiss where we can judge the rhythm, and i personally think that jimmy and sea have a very good sense of it in all of their kisses. it's kinda hard to explain why, but it's in the way they can pace the kiss, and mirror each other's intensity, and switch the side their head turns while doing it. last thing im gonna say (because this is already getting way too long ;;;;) is that letting the sounds of the kiss be heard under the background music sure was. A CHOICE.

the bucket hat kiss in episode 9. [RATTLES THE BARS OF HER CAGE] DOCTOR JIMMY THE THINGS YOU DO WITH YOUR EYES!!!!!!!!! in this case the kiss itself is pretty short so it can't be judged on more technical aspects, however it does not leave the viewers wanting for more, because the emotions behind it already say everything we need to know. the adoration the longing the want the reverence the wonder the love.... it's all written in the way puen looks at talay. the camera focuses way more on puen here because the revelation of who talay is is, quite literally, life changing for him, but the lingering on talay's eyes after they part and the two of them remaining close to each other as if they can't bring themselves to move on tell us how this kiss functions as a seal for the many promises made between them: of going back together, of finding each other again, of their mutual feelings. also i can't really figure out if this is a jimmy thing or a conscious directing choice, but when it comes to physicality i LOVE how puen always has his hand or his arm around talay's neck. it's such a protective and possessive gesture which is meant to send a clear message, not to other people, but to the universe: this is the man i love, it says, and im not gonna let you take him away from me.

the bathtub kiss in episode 10. i feel so normal about this kiss it's honestly insane how normal and hinged and sane and fine i feel about it. like not to be petty but i have no idea HOW can anyone watch this and then really say that jimmysea can't kiss, especially considering it hits EVERY SINGLE POINT of what a good kiss should be like. the simple intimacy of taking a bath together, the shared joy of their success, and the teasing of the reward are all perfect set ups for this kiss, and as always jimmy has the insane ability to broadcast puen's intentions through his eyes in a way few other actors can, however what makes this kiss really stand out compared to the rest are the breath and the physicality of it. when it comes to kissing talay, puen is always diving into it like a starving man, and this time is no different, but unlike all the other times there is a pause in the kiss and you can actually see how much it costs them to separate: they both look like they're getting out of a trance, breaths mingling together as puen keeps his eyes closed for a little longer to pull himself together and talay blindly chases his lips for more, confused by the sudden interruption. this temporary pause doesn't break the actual rhythm of the kiss, nor it pulls the viewers out of the moment, because it's clear that they're both still very much into it. i will never stop praising jimmy and sea for being able to portray just how overwhelmed the characters are here, both from the kiss and the feelings they have for each other, and it also shows in the way they almost sound choked up as they thank each other. the kiss picking up from where they left it is the only natural continuation to all these emotions bubbling to the surface, emotions that are way too big to put into words, so they rely on their bodies to try to convey them. and speaking of bodies, this kiss is the perfect example of why physicality is also called 'surrender', you just need to look at the openness and vulnerability of talay's neck in that position, but even when sea shifts a little into a more comfortable one you can see how their body fit together and melt into each other perfectly. honestly the only thing that could have possibly made this kiss better was to have jimmy hold sea's face for a bit longer instead of moving his arm on the side of the bathtub, but frankly im just nitpicking here (monica aren't you forgetting something, one may ask. and to that i say YEAH YEAH THE TONGUE SLIP WE'VE ALL SEEN IT. NO I REFUSE TO COMMENT ON IT BYE)

the riverbank kiss in episode 10. as much as i love this whole scene, this kiss in particular is sadly not my favorite one, mostly because i think the editing and the camera angles did a bit of a disservice to it. i really like how it starts: all puentalay kisses have very strong preludes because they always serve a purpose to the story, they're never gratuitous (in this case it's meant to be a confirmation of puen's words and an omen of what's to come), and jimmysea can both convey so much with their eyes that you can actually feel how they're pulling each other (and the viewers) in to the kiss by the looks they share. it's when the camera moves from their faces to go above and then behind them that i feel like it ends up taking you out of the moment they worked so hard to build, because it completely blocks the view of the kiss in a very jarring way, and when it gets in front of them again talay's arm is suddenly reaching up to puen, which it wasn't in the previous frame. it's such a pity because i LOVE that connection, it's the kind of physicality that can turn a good kiss to a great one, so i do wish we could have gotten more continuity and a more direct view.

the reunion kiss in episode 11. it may come as a surprise, but i actually don’t have a lot to say about this kiss, mainly because i believe any technical analysis becomes pointless in the face of the journey that led them to this moment. this is their first kiss after being reunited, and if this were any other show, i feel like it would have made a big deal out of this also being their first kiss in their real bodies, but the love between puen and talay has never been about physical appearance, and we're reminded of that once again. this kiss is the meeting of two souls who have missed each other and find comfort in being together again, and i don't think it's a coincidence that this is the one time they are fully facing each other, with puen mirroring talay's crosslegged position on the bed. “from this moment on, it’s me and you,” talay is gonna say in the next episode, “talay and puen,” and i think this kiss perfectly represent these words. i guess i do wish, once again, that sea were holding jimmy back in some way, even just by grabbing his arm, but like with the greyllery kiss i think it does work character-wise, because while this is a comforting moment for both of them, talay is the one who needs more reassurance, who needs to know that puen isn’t gonna leave him, and all the gestures puen does (the forehead kiss, the handholding, the protective hold he has on talay while they kiss) are his way to prove to talay, other than with words, that this isn’t a dream: it’s real, they’re both real, and now that they’re finally home and together, he’s never gonna let anything separate them again.

the boyfriends kiss in episode 12. what's better than a kiss in the same place the universe separated you as a way to seal the deal on your new-found and hard-fought boyfriend status? NOTHING THAT'S WHAT. i do think, however, that this kiss kinda leaves you wanting for more. it's not a short deep one like the bucket hat kiss, but it's also not a full make out session like many of the others, and since they don't have the time to build a nice rhythm it feels like the kiss ends before it even gets a chance to start. this is also one of the times where i wish sea were touching jimmy back in some way, or that his body were lining more towards him, because physicality wise it makes him seem a bit less engaged in the moment. despite these details im still pretty fond of this kiss, mostly because the utter adoration in both puen's and talay's eyes before it makes up for A LOT in my book. also it's not really related to the kiss itself but i love the dark/light contrast in their clothes.

the foggy glasses kiss in episode 12. GAME CHANGING LIFE ALTERING MIND BLOWING. A CULTURAL RESET. we've all read about kisses that leave a character breathless, lightheaded and weak at the knees, maybe even got to experience some ourselves in our life, and i honestly can't think about any other kiss in television history that was able to perfectly represent that feeling more than this one. from talay's dazed expression, to his foggy glasses, to his messy hair because of puen's fingers running through it, you can actually believe this kiss affected him to such an extent. and how could it not affect him when the rhythm and physicality of it are INSANE???? the way puen is holding talay's head with BOTH OF HIS HANDS to keep talay in place barely gives talay any time to take breath and they're so close and entangled in each other that you can barely tell where one starts and the other ends. i love the wider camera shots of this kiss because, as i mentioned before, you once again get to see why physicality is defined as surrender: it looks like their bodies are almost melting into each other. it's not even their longest kiss, but the tension and the intensity are off the charts in every part of it. the single-minded purpose with which puen approaches talay at the beginning, eyes firmly on talay's face, never wandering from it, already lets you know just how wild this kiss is about to be, and you can't expect anything less from it after getting to see talay confessing to puen for the third time in five episodes. i also find it very telling that both the show and the our skyy episodes end on such great kisses, they feel like the testament of their love and the proof of how far they've come.

the beach kiss in our skyy. ONE KISS TO RULE THEM ALL ONE KISS TO REMEMBER THEM ONE KISS TO HONOR THEM ALL AND IN FRONT OF THE OCEAN BIND THEM. so anyway bad jokes (and quotes) aside, this kiss does feel like a sum of all their previews ones, maybe because there are elements in it that tend to remind the viewers of a lot of them: the drunk kiss being used as a set up for it, the framing of puen's face at the beginning being the same as the greenhouse and the greyllery ones, puen's smile before pulling talay into it being a little nudge to the bathtub kiss, their position almost mirroring the boyfriends one...... not to mention that it's hard to look at the ocean and not be reminded of other important moments in their journey, like the two of them promising to find each other again in their universe on the secret island and talay having to wait for the tide to retreat to go back to puen. the ocean of is also the place where talay drowned and everything began, so it only makes sense for their story to end in front of it too. the cycle closes with a recollection of the past and a promise for the future, the kiss itself, the mouthed "i love you" and the forehead touch letting us know that no matter what's gonna happen, they will always love each other like the very first day. much like with the reunion one, i think any technical aspect of this kiss becomes of very little importance when you're faced with the whole entire everything of their history together being contained in it, but let me just say, what a difference sea's arm casually draped over jimmy's legs makes!!!!! compared to the boyfriends kiss, you can see how the extra physical connection makes both of them look fully invested in the kiss and makes the viewers feel more involved in it too. as always the rhythm of the kiss is really good, and this time sea is the one who really shines when it comes to the look, because he's just radiating adoration love and pure unadulterated joy everywhere. not that jimmy isn't giving insane levels of emotions too, but im gonna end this mess with something deeply controversial: i know the fandom likes their long hair, but jimmy's bangs end up covering his eyes way too much and that is A CRIME.

[lord-shitbox]

having friends and hanging out with them is now up to me to show initiative and have the energy to Make Plans this is doodoo poopybutt. what the hell .

[solifloris]

should have used that pick-up line on xavier

ANONIE I— you know what. ive embarrassed myself enough on this blog, i can't lose face any more than i already have.

@xavier-starlight did you know that the sun gives off more than 35 octillion lumens of light? the earth will pride itself for having the sun as its brightest light, but i believe you shine even brighter than that <3

[tamahoshio]

ive been fucking with an au of a slice of my main/fave OC's life (bcause he must bear the most torture i guess lmao) and like i'm so tempted to make it canon bc it explains so well the time right after it, as well as a few things in general, but i also absolutely don't because it's like sensitive material and i dont wanna have to tell people besides myself about it bc despite research personal experiences and all i know it's a kind of thing where i'm probably just not the person anyone would want to even mention some of it? complicated feels in tags?

[yandere-daydreams]

Screening: Dracula (1931).

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader (HxH).

Runtime: 1.8k.

TW: Implied Non/Con, Obsessive Behavior, Threats of Physical Violence, Slight Gore, and Mentions of Death.

Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

You could feel his eyes burning into you from the other side of the abruptly-too-short table, the chill of the marble slab where it threatened to press into your midriff, but you did your best to ignore both. The table had already been set by the time you were called down to the dining room, a small army of silver platters arranged neatly in the space between you and him. You hadn’t eaten since the night before, but you weren’t hungry. Even if you had been, it was hard to imagine forcing yourself to choke down anything aside from your own anxiety. You were tempted to try your luck with the generously poured glass of wine to your left, but to drink it, you’d have to reach for it, and to reach for it, you’d have to lift your hands from where they were balled in your lap and you couldn’t do that because your hands wouldn’t stop fucking shak—

“Is the meal not to your tastes, dear?”

“It’s perfect,” you responded immediately, beaming. You grabbed the wine glass before you could hesitate, drinking as much as you could stand to. Chrollo’s ever-present grin had taken on a contented lull by the time you set it down. “Remind me to thank the chef before I leave. That is, if I ever actually manage to catch him.” And then, with a forced laugh, “That is, if this storm ever lets up long enough for me to get out of here.”

As if on cue, thunder clapped outside, followed shortly by a bolt of lightning bright enough to cast the dimly light dining room in a vibrant silver haze. You shrunk into your seat, but Chrollo’s dark eyes only seemed to brighten. “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t run into a member of my staff, yet. It’s been… how long? Four days?” Six. Come midnight, you’d be celebrating your week-long anniversary. “I hope you don’t think I’m keeping anyone away from you deliberately. Not that I’d mind keeping you to myself.”

It took everything you had to smile rather than cringe, to laugh rather than bury your face in your hands and scream. A day ago, you would’ve found your host’s nonchalance charming, but it was hard to find someone charming when the thought of meeting his eyes made you feel physically sick. It was hard to believe you’d been so thankful when you first turned-up on the doorstep of his dark, empty countryside mansion, when you realized you wouldn’t be at the mercy of an ancient, self-isolating millionaire but a man around you own age who, as far as you could tell, was as flustered to see you as you were to need his help. You explained that your car broke down about half a mile down the road, and he invited you to spend the night before calling for help at a more reasonable hour. The typhoon had rolled in not long before sunrise, and, well…

Again, thunder crashed and rain pelted the mansion from all directions. This time, you flinched into your seat before you could stop yourself.

It was your own fault, honestly. It’s not like there weren’t signs that something was wrong. Chrollo was charming, but he was off-putting, too. He seemed to treat the concept of personal space as more of a suggestion as a rule, whether that meant seeking you out in the tightest corner of the mansion’s sprawling library just to share a sofa truly meant for, at most, one person or letting himself into your room at night as if he couldn’t tell the difference between two in the afternoon and two in the morning. He claimed to have a full staff, and yet, you’d never run into any maids, butlers or cooks – never saw anyone who wasn’t Chrollo. His clothes always seemed to be either strange or ill-fitting, like he was wearing items from someone else’s closet, and more damningly, he didn’t seem at all suspicious of you, the stranger he’d allowed to stay in his home for nearly a week, now. No offense was particularly jarring, but it should’ve added up. You should’ve noticed sooner.

The only thing you could do, you figured, was bid your time and sneak out in the early hours of the morning. The landlines were down and you didn’t have cell reception, but the next house couldn’t be that far away, and you doubted Chrollo would follow you into the storm. Or, you hoped he wouldn’t, at least. You couldn’t really do much more than that.

“So,” Chrollo went on, and you made a point of nodding and smiling like he’d just said the smartest thing you’d ever heard, “When did you find the bodies?”

Immediately, your expression fell. A second later, you noticed that your hands had stopped shaking, but only because you’d lost the ability to move entirely.

When you finally regained the will to speak, it was all you could do to spit out something pathetically noncommittal. “...I’m not sure what you mean, sir.”

“Don’t be shy. I promise, I’m not mad, just curious.” He paused, letting his eyes bore into you. “You left the door unlocked.”

Ah.

The basement door, to be more specific. Calling what you’d found ‘bodies’ might’ve been a little generous, too. What little had been left of each corpse was already so badly deteriorated that it would’ve been impossible to tell which detached hand might’ve belonged to what disembodied torso. That was probably your fault, too. If you’d known to be wary of Chrollo, you would’ve known better than to follow him into the one place he’d asked you not to go, the one place he seemed to always disappear to when he wasn’t breathing down your neck.

“This morning,” you admitted. “I was bored and looking for you. Honestly, it’s kind of embarrassing that it took me this long to realize you were a…”

You trailed off, but Chrollo was more than happy to finish in your stead. “A member of the Phantom Troupe?”

This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from buckling – your mouth falling open as you stared at him, wide-eyed. “Oh my god,” And then, after burying your face in your hands, “I thought you were a fucking vampire, you goth prick.”

That was enough to earn an airy chuckle from Chrollo, any condescension hidden well underneath wry amusement. While you tried to recover, he went on. “I suppose I don’t have to tell you that I don’t actually live here. In truth, I only arrived a few hours before you did – long enough to dispose of the residents and staff, even if getting rid of their remains has been an…” For once, his eyes shifted away from you, skirting to the left. “An ongoing process.”

With a shallow sigh, he pushed himself to his feet rounding the table and falling into the chair closest to you. Dinner, if he’d ever had any interest in it at all, was thoroughly forgotten as he propped an arm on the edge and rested his chin on his knuckles. “I hope you’ll forgive me for not being more upfront. In a line of work like mine, it’s so rare to find an opportunity to play house.”

So, he was a thief. No, it was more than that – he was a world-class thief, with worse crimes under his belt than a handful of homicides and the wrongful imprisonment of one confused civilian. God. This was bad. You should’ve left earlier – as soon as you found the bodies. You should’ve never gotten out of your car at all.

Slowly, you straightened your back, keeping your arms crossed as you glared half-heartedly. “Are you going to let me leave?”

He hummed, drumming his fingers against his jaw. “Now, why would I go and do something like that?”

Your heart sank in your chest. “You’re going to kill me, then?”

“Now you’re just being hurtful.” It was uncanny, how little his demeanor changed prior and post to his confession. If anything, he seemed even more smug – like he was basking in your apparent terror. “As if I could be so wasteful. Besides, I was under the impression that you’ve been enjoying out time together.”

“And I was under the impression that you weren’t a serial killer!” You threw up your hands, agitation quickly overshadowing the worst of your nerves. “Things can change!”

“I suppose they can.” He was so frustratingly calm. If the memory of his dissected victims wasn’t burnt so deeply into your mind, you would’ve rolled your eyes. “And eventually, things will. You don’t think I plan to keep you trapped in this estate forever, do you?”

Rather than dwell on the implication, you moved on swiftly. “If you’re not going to hurt me, you can’t stop me from leaving. The storm can’t be more dangerous than spending another night with you.”

Somehow, his smile only seemed to grow that much wider. “Did you know that the majority of deaths related to natural disasters are from delayed attempts to evacuate? There are all sorts of threats – flooding, debris, sinkholes…” He brightened with each listed hazard, and you tried (and failed) not to picture yourself drowning in muddy rainwater. “Oh, and sickness, of course. Spend enough time in the rain and it won’t matter if you eventually find shelter – you’ll die of pneumonia in a matter of weeks.”

“You don’t know—”

“And, for the record, I said I wasn’t planning to kill you. You never asked about anything else.” He let out a dry chuckle. “I’m sorry, but I sure you understand. It’d just be irresponsible to promise that I’ll never have to, say, dislocate your ankle to stop you from making a very brash, very unadvisable decision.”

“Like calling the cops.”

“Like trying to go outside in a very bad, very easily deadly storm,” he clarified. “You can contact anyone you’d like, but please, try to be considerate. I’m going to run out of room in the basement eventually.”

This time, when you melted into your seat, it wasn’t out of reflex or anxiety, but in a deliberate effort to put that much more distance between him and you. “I… I don’t want to get hurt, and I don’t want to die,” you admitted, taking longer than it should’ve to say something so glaringly obvious. “Tell me what I have to do to make that not happen.”

Yet another clap of thunder. This time, the lightning didn’t so much as tint his soulless eyes. “Straight to the point, as always. I like that about you.”

For the first time, he seemed to hesitate – a pink haze spreading over his pale cheeks as he reached out and laid his hand, almost gingerly, over yours. His trepidation was short-lived, though, only lasting up until the second you tried to pull away and he had an excuse to intertwine his fingers with yours, his grip tight enough to bruise.

“Why don’t we get to bed, darling?”  

[irritablepoe]

My mum "lecturing me" with exactly this like I don't know I need to apply for jobs, like I don't know other people are much further in life, like I'm fr just so stupid that I don't know I'm fucking STUPID

Why must I be such a burden? Such a leech? If I was in any other position in life I'd have been fucked over already, the only thing I'm surviving through is other people who are not throwing me out and giving me chances so freely, yet I'm being so fucking ungrateful. I can't even pretend to not be anymore. I'm so fucking disgusting, I can't stand it.

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ cola ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ professor!cho sang-woo x student!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! there is also a part one to this story, lolita!

˚ ༘♡ “you do understand that you are at risk of failing my course?”

˚ ༘♡ his words were severe, piercing through the tense air that had settled in his office. you stared at him, your gaze unfocused, the potency of his question sinking into your chest like a stone. seated in the small, uncomfortable chair across from his grand, imposing desk, you crossed one leg over the other, attempting to appear composed. your white leather handbag rested neatly against the chair’s legs, pristine and pale as a dove’s feather.

˚ ༘♡ it had been over a month since the two of you reached an agreement, a fragile truce cloaked in professionalism. the night you’d spent together was supposed to be a foolish mistake, forgotten and buried in the haze of poor judgment. neither of you could have known then that he would become your professor. he had laid down the rules with uncompromising clarity, no favoritism, no special treatment, no room for the past to bleed into the present.

˚ ༘♡ but now, here you were, falling behind in his financial accounting course. the missed quiz sat akin to a scar on your grade, its damage too significant to ignore. his syllabus had warned that quizzes could not be retaken under any circumstances, and yet you’d convinced yourself, naively, that he might display some leniency.

˚ ༘♡ “i am extremely sorry, professor,” you began, your voice soft, trembling slightly as you forced yourself to meet his dark eyes. “if i could get an extension…”

˚ ༘♡ “you read and signed the syllabus.” his interruption was calm but firm, a knife cutting through your plea. “i made myself clear, i don’t offer extensions.” he adjusted his glasses, the subtle motion punctuating the finality of his statement. his expression didn’t change, disappointment etched into every line of his angular face. “you’ve been a good student up to this point. i’d suggest you figure out what’s so detrimental to your focus and take care of it, if you wish to pass.”

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed hard. “yes, professor,” you managed, your voice barely audible, laced with a strained somberness. his reputation preceded him, after all, a man known for his rigorous standards and his unwillingness to tolerate mediocrity. you knew this going in, yet it didn’t lessen the weight of your failure or the anxiety clawing at your mind.

˚ ༘♡ his expression softened ever so slightly, the harsh lines of his face easing just enough to reveal a touch of humanity beneath the austere exterior. he let out an exasperated, frustrated sigh, the sound slicing through the silence. it was as if he was mulling over the cost of displaying leniency. “while i don’t typically offer extensions,” he began, his voice measured, “if you have a viable and genuine reason for your recent poor performance, i might consider granting you the opportunity for an extra credit research assignment.”

˚ ༘♡ your pulse quickened at the unexpected offer. professor cho was notorious for his unyielding policies. there were whispered stories from upperclassmen, students who had been hospitalized, grappling with extenuating circumstances, only to be met with his stony refusal to accommodate. yet here he was, extending a tree branch.

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed, steadying your voice. “you may have noticed my absence last week,” you began cautiously. “my cousin was deathly ill. we thought…” you hesitated, feeling the anguish of the words threaten to pull you under. “we thought she might not make it. i flew out to be with her. since her father passed, it’s been difficult for her, and i needed to ensure she would be okay.”

˚ ༘♡ the words hung in the air between you, solemn and grave. his brow lowered, and for the first time, there was something distinctly human in his expression, sympathy. “i’m sorry to hear that,” he said, his voice low and uncharacteristically gentle. “that must have been difficult. it was good of you to be there for her.”

˚ ༘♡ you nodded, biting back the emotion threatening to surface. speaking about it felt like peeling open a wound, and you knew if you lingered on it too long, the sadness would overwhelm you again. instead, you returned to the topic of your grade. “about the extra credit opportunity?”

˚ ༘♡ he straightened his posture, nodding as if grounding himself back into his usual composure. “i’ll email you the details tonight,” he said. there was something different in his tone now, something softer, almost resigned. he was still the same cold, stern professor, but the edges seemed less sharp, his demeanor less impenetrable. “while i encourage you to work hard to improve your grade, don’t push yourself to the point of exhaustion. it’s not worth your health.”

˚ ༘♡ “thank you, professor cho,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. there was an implicit closeness in the exchange, an understanding neither of you seemed willing to fully acknowledge. it stayed like the light fragrance of a fading perfume, delicate and undeniable.

˚ ༘♡ you stood, gathering your bag and clutching it tightly. “i need to study for my literature class, but i’ll see you in class tomorrow,” you said softly. his eyes fixed on you for longer than expected, and then he nodded.

˚ ༘♡ as you left, offering a quiet farewell, you felt the faintest surge of something indescribable descend upon you, something that shifted in the space between professor and student, something that felt too intimate to name.

˚ ༘♡ two weeks had come and gone, and true to your word, you’d submitted the assignment, a meticulously detailed research paper on fiscal dealings across the globe. the effort had paid off. your grade was inclining upward, slowly but surely, and on the surface, everything seemed normal. but there were little things. professor cho remained as strict and unemotional as ever, but you started noticing the subtleties, a fleeting glance your way during a lecture, the brief, almost imperceptible hesitation when his hand brushed yours while returning a graded paper.

˚ ༘♡ you told yourself it was nothing, but you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered.

˚ ༘♡ professor cho was notorious for his exacting demeanor, but his reputation among female students extended beyond academics. it was no secret that many found him attractive, with his handsome features and reserved, enigmatic demeanor. you couldn’t pretend you weren’t one of them, he had caught your eye that night at the bar for a reason. you found yourself wondering, late at night when your thoughts strayed, if the feeling was mutual. after all, he had approached you. was it something about your appearance that had lured him in, something that loomed in his thoughts to this day?

˚ ༘♡ but such thoughts were dangerous, unspoken truths that stayed locked in your chest. they had to be.

˚ ༘♡ the winter garden was breathtaking, blanketed ina stunning layer of snow and shimmering frost. the air was crisp, and the sun burned low in the cerulean sky, casting pale light through the bare branches. you presided over your notebook on a weathered bench, furiously scribbling notes. the beauty of the scenery was lost on you, though, your fingers were stiff and red from the cold, your thin off-the-shoulder sweater and linen pants doing nothing to ward off the icy air.

˚ ༘♡ you shivered as you turned the page, and it wasn’t until you heard the crunch of footsteps on the frozen ground that you looked up.

˚ ༘♡ there he was, professor cho sang-woo, standing just a few feet away. he was wrapped in a dark wool coat, the kind of warmth you could only envy in your current state. the sight of him made your breathing quicken, not because of the cold, but because of that familiar, quiet intensity in his eyes.

˚ ༘♡ “good afternoon,” he greeted, his tone even but unmistakably aware of your predicament. his eyes flicked to your frostbitten nose and hands before meeting yours again. “isn’t it a bit cold to be studying outside?”

˚ ༘♡ you laughed lightly, trying to conceal your embarrassment. “good afternoon, professor cho,” you replied. “i didn’t check the temperature before leaving, and now i’m deeply regretting it.”

˚ ༘♡ he studied you for a moment longer, his expression indistinct. “you should be more mindful,” he murmured, the severity in his words softened by something unexpected, worry.

˚ ༘♡ before you could reply, he shrugged off his overcoat, stepping forward to drape it over your shoulders. the fabric was heavy and luxurious, and you went still under the weight of both the gesture and the coat.

˚ ༘♡ “you’ll catch a cold like this,” he said simply, his tone quieter now, bordering on gentle.

˚ ༘♡ the gesture was so unexpected, that you found yourself at a loss for words for a minute. “thank you,” you managed, your voice barely audible. his coat carried the faded scent of cedar and winter air, and it wrapped around you like a shield against the biting chill.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t say anything else, just nodded slightly, his hands slipping back into his pockets as he took a step back. there was an indication of something in his expression, apprehension, maybe even tenderness, but it was gone before you could be sure.

˚ ༘♡ “don’t stay out here too long,” he said, his voice earnest but laced with a near imperceptible softness.

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll leave once i finish this set of notes…” you replied, your words fading as you motioned toward your notebook, “and your coat…”

˚ ༘♡ he interrupted swiftly, “you can return it whenever it’s convenient. i’ll be in my office.” his gaze intent on you for a vanishing instance before he nodded, “i’ll see you another day.” with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you without a chance to say goodbye.

˚ ༘♡ later that evening, your friends noticed the coat neatly placed over your chair. its rich wool and vintage style drew immediate attention and flattering compliments with a sliver of buried envy.

˚ ༘♡ “where’d you get such a nice coat?” one of them asked, interest noticeable in her bright eyes.

˚ ༘♡ “it belonged to my grandmother,” you lied effortlessly, your fingers brushing over the fabric as though it held some sentimental value. “it was passed down to me.”

˚ ༘♡ another friend, a male peer a couple of years older than you who had taken professor cho’s business class and failed it with bitter resentment, narrowed his eyes. “doesn’t professor cho have a coat like that?”

˚ ༘♡ his remark was one you found unwelcome and unnerving, yet no one seemed to pay him any mind. the conversation shifted quickly, much to your relief, as another friend launched into a tirade about her recent breakup. the focus was off you, and you exhaled silently, grateful for the distraction, but sorrowful for your close friend, her tragedy might have saved you the risk of suspicion.

˚ ༘♡ the next morning, when the campus was still quiet, you made your way to his office. you’d waited until you were confident he wouldn’t be there, unwilling to face him directly. the coat, carefully folded, was left on personally corner of his desk. a small note, written in your neat handwriting, sat on top, that read, “thank you for your kindness. it meant a lot.”

˚ ༘♡ you hesitated for a short while, staring at the note as if it might reveal too much. shaking your head, you placed it down and stepped back. the idea of thanking him in person felt too vulnerable, too revealing. you didn’t want to seem like some hopelessly infatuated girl, clinging to a singular polite act.

˚ ༘♡ with one last glance, you left his office, closing the door gently behind you. the feeling of the coat’s absence left you oddly empty, as though something intangible had been exchanged and lost.

˚ ༘♡ classes carried on as they always did, predictable in their routine but ridden with an undercurrent of tension you couldn’t quite shake. professor cho remained his ordinary self, strict and distant, but there were still those instances. quick eye contact that went on longer than it should have, the almost indistinguishable way his presence seemed to stretch when he was near you, as though tethered by something unsaid. you tried to dismiss it, to focus on your coursework, but the effort felt futile. those small gestures, though subtle, clawed at the foundation of your concentration.

˚ ༘♡ after a grueling day filled with back-to-back classes, your body ached with exhaustion, and all you wanted was a some peace and quiet. but as you packed your things to leave, your male friend, the same one who had failed professor cho’s course, caught up with you in the corridor. his persistence was palpable as he asked if he could speak to you in private. you tried to make an excuse, desperate to avoid the interaction, but he was relentless, and eventually, you agreed with a sigh.

˚ ༘♡ the conversation quickly turned to something you had been dreading. he asked you out, his attitude bordering on arrogance, as though he had already assumed your answer would be yes. you weren’t naive, you’d known for months that he was interested. he was a close friend of your best friend’s ex-boyfriend and had made it no secret, pestering them both to set the two of you up.

˚ ༘♡ but you couldn’t stand him. his cocky demeanor scraped on your nerves, and his delinquent mindset made you wary. still, you tried to let him down gently, choosing your words carefully, hoping to soften the blow.

˚ ༘♡ it didn’t work. his reaction was immediate and venomous, his face twisting in anger. “you’re such a stuck-up bitch,” he spat, his voice loud enough to turn a few heads in the hallway. the insult stung more than you’d expected, the words cutting into your already frayed composure.

˚ ༘♡ you stood motionless for a lasting minute, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill, but the day’s troubles was too much. without another word, you turned and stepped away, the sound of his muttered curses chasing after you. the hallway blurred around you as the first tears fell, hot and unwelcome.

˚ ༘♡ by the time you stepped outside, the sky had descended into night, a blanket of stars casting a faint glow over the campus. the moonlight illuminated your tear-streaked face, streaks of black mascara smudged against your skin. you felt exposed and disheveled, a physical manifestation of your unraveling emotions.

˚ ༘♡ your goal was simple, get to the bus station and back to your dormitory as quickly as possible. the cold night air bit at your cheeks, making you wish you’d brought a scarf. but as you reached into your bag for your phone, your stomach dropped. it wasn’t there.

˚ ༘♡ a terrible realization hit you all at once, you must have left your belongings behind in the linguistics lecture hall. a frustrated sigh escaped your lips, mingling with the frosty air. it was the last thing you wanted to deal with after everything, and with your instructor having left, the classroom was locked with your belongings inside.

˚ ༘♡ to your dismay, as you approached the bus stop, you saw him, professor cho sang-woo, of all people. he must have been leaving after a long evening of grading in his office. he was standing by the curb, pulling out a cigarette from a silver case with the same precision he seemed to handle everything. you didn’t move, debating whether to turn away and avoid the humiliation of being seen like this, but it was too late. he flicked his lighter, the small flame briefly illuminating his sharp features, and as he tucked it back into the pocket of his blazer, his gaze caught yours.

˚ ༘♡ he paused, taking a drag from his cigarette. the glow of its ember reflected faintly in the dark, cold night. “what happened? are you alright?” his voice, as steady as ever, carried a thread of concern that you hadn’t expected.

˚ ༘♡ you tried to gather some semblance of serenity, forcing a weak smile through your tears. “we keep running into each other,” you said lightly, though your voice struggled under the burden of your emotions.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t smile back. instead, he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your tear-streaked face and the faint smudges of mascara under your eyes. “you’ve been crying,” he said.

˚ ༘♡ you quickly wiped at your face with your sleeve, but he stopped you with a quiet, “don’t.” reaching into the pocket of his coat, he pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief, one you recognized, he often used it to polish his glasses. he held it out to you, his actions strangely tender.

˚ ༘♡ “i won’t press for details,” he said, his voice low, “but seeing you out here like this… it’s troubling for me.” a faint cloud of smoke curled from his lips as he spoke.

˚ ༘♡ you hesitated, gripping the handkerchief in your hands. the fabric was soft, clean, and smelled faintly of cedar and the faint musk of his cologne. “it’s nothing,” you mumbled, dabbing at your face. “i just… i left my purse in class. it has my phone, my bus pass, everything. and then this guy, he’s supposed to be my friend, pulled me aside earlier and asked me out. after i said no, he got angry, started yelling. said some awful things.”

˚ ༘♡ you bit your lip, your voice quivering, but you managed to add his name, the words feeling loathsome on your tongue.

˚ ༘♡ professor cho’s jaw tightened slightly, his composure cracking just enough to show his displeasure. “what an asshole,” he muttered, taking the cigarette from his lips and exhaling a sharp plume of smoke. the unexpected vulgarity caught you off guard. you’d never heard him speak so bluntly, so unguarded. “i remember him. he was in my class last year. didn’t turn in a single assignment, barely showed up. he is not the sort of young man you’d want to associate with.”

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t help it, you laughed, a hushed, strained sound that carried genuine amusement. his lips curved slightly, pleased that he’d managed to lighten your mood, even if just for a second.

˚ ༘♡ he tilted his head, studying you carefully. “you said you left your bus pass in your purse?”

˚ ༘♡ you nodded.

˚ ༘♡ he considered this for a minute before saying, “if you’d like, i can drive you back to your dormitory. it’s not far, and I know the route. my car’s in the faculty lot.”

˚ ༘♡ you blinked at him, startled by the offer. “really? you’d do that?”

˚ ༘♡ “it’s nothing,” he said simply, extinguishing his cigarette against the edge of a trash can and tossing the burnt end away. “you shouldn’t have to wait out here alone like this.”

˚ ༘♡ “thank you,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze with gratitude.

˚ ༘♡ he nodded and motioned for you to follow. as you walked beside him toward the faculty parking lot, the night air seemed a little less cold, the distress of the evening a little lighter. there was something strangely comforting about his presence, a stability that made you feel, if only for this night, that everything may be okay.

˚ ༘♡ his car was sleek, an understated black sedan that gleamed faintly under the dim glow of the parking lot lights. it exuded the same quiet sophistication as its owner. he walked ahead, opening the passenger door for you without a word, his demeanor calm but his eyes flickering with a subdued concern. you slid into the seat, the soft leather cool against your skin, and he closed the door gently before circling around to the driver’s side.

˚ ༘♡ the drive back to your dormitory was steeped in silence. the hum of the engine filled the void, rhythmic and constant, a soothing backdrop to your turbulent thoughts. though you kept your eyes fixed on the road ahead, you could feel his gaze darting toward you every so often, quick glances meant to check on you without drawing attention. your tears had stopped, but your face still bore the evidence of them, smudged mascara, blotchy redness, a weariness you couldn’t quite hide.

˚ ༘♡ when he finally pulled into the dormitory parking lot, the rows of empty cars seemed ghostly in the faint moonlight. he parked smoothly, the stillness settling in the air as he turned off the engine. for a brief period of time, neither of you moved.

˚ ༘♡ he stepped out first, rounding the car to open your door once more. you followed, the cold night air pricking at your skin as you stood beside him. his posture was relaxed, but there was an unspoken tension between the two of you.

˚ ༘♡ “are you sure you’ll be alright?” he asked, his voice low and sincere, though his eyes searched yours for any trace of uncertainty.

˚ ༘♡ you nodded, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “i will. thank you, again. for everything.”

˚ ༘♡ your gaze locked with his then, and right then, the world around you seemed to fade. the misery of the evening, the lingering emotions, and the vulnerability you felt collided into a singular, reckless impulse. before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a kiss.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t pull away. instead, his hands rested lightly on your arms as he kissed you back, his movements slow and deliberate, almost tender. the passionate embrace stretched, suspended in time, filled with affectionate understanding and the quiet ruination of boundaries you had both carefully maintained until now.

˚ ༘♡ when you finally parted, you stared at each other in silence, breaths mingling in the frigid, icy air. the reality of what you’d just done lingered between you, an unspoken acknowledgment of the line you had crossed, the agreement broken. and yet, there was no regret in his eyes, and you felt none in your chest.

˚ ༘♡ he cleared his throat, his voice measured but somewhat huskier than usual. “i’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

˚ ༘♡ a soft smile spread across your lips, gentle but laced with something deeper. “i will,” you replied.

˚ ༘♡ as he walked back to his car, you turned toward the dormitory entrance, your heart ached with something bittersweet. you knew everything had changed, even if neither of you would speak it in words.

a/n: part two of my professor cho sang-woo series!!! please let me know your thoughts or if you have any requests!! i plan to continue this series, but i am also considering doing a zombie apocalypse sang-woo fanfiction and maybe one where he is the reader’s boss!! 🤍

[mosoderbergh]

So as a trans guy myself, the way Veilguard deals with these topics has been really nice to see. Like... I am lucky enough to have a really supportive group of people around me, but I've had days where Emmrich's dialog options on the topic ("most people accepted me, but not everyone" - "they are fools") has meant more to me than I care to admit. This MIGHT have spun off into a little scenario in my head.

One where Rook gets wounded in battle. *Badly* wounded. He's pretty sure he's going to die. He can feel his life seep out of him. and even as someone else is already healing him, he calls for Emmrich. Even if all he's had with him were a few moments of passing flirtation.

Emmrich is at his side immediately, taking his hand, all practiced but warm-hearted bedside manner.

"You mustn't strain yourself now", Emmrich says, trying and failing to mask his concern. But Rook doesn't listen. He's wide-eyed, gasping. Panicked.

"Emmrich, my parents are going to bury me under my old name."

"No one is going to bury you, Rook."

"Please! They can't... Don't let them bury me as a woman."

And Emmrich, who still wants to tell Rook he's going to be fine, stops himself. Because he doesn't know. And because this is important. He leans in, professionalism replaced with rasped intensity.

"Never."

Then, and only then, Rook lets himself sink into unconsciousness.

He survives, of course. And after he's recovered a bit, Emmrich presents him with a stack of papers. Because it turns out it's not his first rodeo when it comes to this topic. And so he explains to Rook how, once your gender is cemented in Nevarran bureaucracy, there's nothing any ill-meaning relatives can do about it. And Emmrich was fully prepared to take care of this process for Rook - it's more difficult to do posthumously, but not impossible, especially not for a corpse whisperer of his standing.

"I must say, though: I much prefer doing it this way", he says as he settles in his library with Rook for an evening of tea and paperwork.

[enhas-pov]

ghostface

summary: at the beginning of reader beomgyu’s relationship, there was a masked killer on the loose known as “ghostface”. reader started noticing how her boyfriend was never with her when the killings occurred, leaving her to wonder why beomgyu was acting so odd.

warnings: yandere, cursing, knives, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading, kissing, toxic(?), abusive(ish..?), dom!gyu, sub!reader, etc..

word count: 2.7k

note: i was supposed to post this in october for halloween.. sorry :3

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"g-gyu.. too fast!" i yelped, feeling beomgyu’s hand at the back of my head before he buried my face deeper into the pillows as he was pounding into me from the back. he ignored me, using his other hand to grab me by my waist before thrusting into me deeper, harder and faster. the sound of skin slapping filled the room and i could feel him splitting me open with his big cock. i squirmed around uncomfortably which only earned me a harsh slap on my ass cheek from him, "stay fucking still.." he groaned as he threw his head back in pleasure. i shrieked at the stinging pain his slap left on my cheek which was now completely red.

"i-i can’t.." i was barley able to get any words out from being too fucked out on his dick. "f-fuck.. yeah you can. come on baby, t-take it" i could only whimper in response when his fingers dug even deeper into my skin, definitely leaving bruises. he leaned down, pressing his chest against my back which only lead to his member sliding into me even deeper as his tip kissed my cervix. i whined, his lips brushing agsinst my ear before he bit down on my earlobe. "you gonna milk my cock, hm?" he whispered into my ear. "mhm!" i mumbled, repeatedly nodding my head. he kissed my cheek before leaning back, creating a space between us again.

"g-go on then" he grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart so he could watch himself sliding in and out of me. i let out a cry once i felt the wave of pleasure crashing over me, my legs starting to shake at the feeling of beomgyu still going and never stopping, "shit.. just like that". my vision started getting blurry at the overstimulation, "b-beomie?-" i suddenly let out a silent scream when he brought his hand to my clit and started circling it. i was so sensitive after my recent orgasm, i couldn’t stop myself from trying to get off his dick. "w’ere you going baby?" he pulled me back with a harsh thrust causing me to let out a mix of moans and cries.

his thrusts only got faster as he got closer to his high, "shit shit shit-" beomgyu groaned just for a second before shooting his sticky load deep into my pussy. "fuck.." his thrusts got sloppier while he painted my walls white with his fluids. i suddenly got this weird feeling that i wasn’t familiar with, "beomgyu.." i mumbled. "hm?" he hummed, still thrusting into me but at a slow pace. "f-feels like im gonna pee.." he cursed under his breath at my words, "let go for me" he said, biting down on his lower lip. i let out a soft moan when clear liquid spurted out of my pussy, beomgyu groaning at the sight. "that’s it baby.. squirt all over my dick"

i was quick to fall asleep after beomgyu and i had sex, and it was during the middle of the night when i woke up to strange noises. "gyu..?" i mumbled tiredly while i rubbed my eyes. "sorry, did i wake you?" when i opened my eyes to look up at him, i saw him fully dressed in all black. "mhm.. are you going somewhere?" something else about beomgyu was that he would leave a lot during the night which i found extremely odd. "yeah but dont worry ‘bout it, ill be back" he approached me, gently grabbing my chin before pressing his lips against mine. after that he simply just walked out, maybe im thinking too much about it. its probably nothing..

i decided not to worry about it and tried going back to sleep, but i was unsuccessful. i sleep better when beomgyu is next to me so i thought that was the problem. i decided to scroll through my phone while waiting for him, and everything was going fine until i came across a news article that had just been released minutes ago. "the infamous serial killer known as ghostface has struck again, claiming a new victim just moments ago. the local authorities reported that the victim, a man in their 20s was found on the side of the street, and the police confirmed the victim had suffered from multiple stab wounds. "we are doing everything we can to keep our community safe" said the detective. we encourage everyone to stay indoors and report any suspicious activity"

wait.. the victim cant be beomgyu right? a man in their 20s got killed just right after he left the house? i felt my heart begin to race as i started panicking, please dont let it be him.. just as i was about to call him i heard the front door opening. i felt relieved knowing beomgyu was alive and had gotten back home safely. i got out from bed and started making my way out of the bedroom, “beomgyu? i was so worried, they said that a man in their 20s got killed by ghostface and-“ i suddenly froze in my tracks at the sight in front of me—the front door wide open with no sign of beomgyu anywhere.

my heart started racing again, i was sure i had locked the door.. unless beomgyu had left it open when he left? shit. my breath sharpened as i pressed my back against the wall, my heart was pounding so loudly i was sure i could hear it. the house was completely silent until i started hearing the sound of the floor creaking, hoping that it was beomgyus footsteps i was listening to. suddenly out of the darkness, a tall figure dressed in all black and wearing a white mask stepped inside through the front door. it was ghostface. his head turned slowly towards me, and i covered my mouth to stop a scream from escaping my throat.

i slowly started moving my body towards the kitchen before i quickly made a run for it. the second i slipped into the kitchen i started looking for a weapon, something to defend myself with. my fingers trembled as i reached for a kitchen knife, clutching onto it as i braced myself. the cold metal pressed tightly against my grip but just as i turned around he was stood right there. ghostface was standing in the doorway, blocking the exit for me. his mask tilted to the side as if he was amused of me trying to defend myself from him. he then stepped forward, the knife in his hand shining under the kitchen light.

"p-please leave me alone!" i pleaded, begging for my life as my voice shook. he didnt respond, only taking slow steps towards me before he finally cornered me against the counter. i brought the knife i was holding out, the tip of it against his chest as i shut my eyes closed and looked away. suddenly, i felt a cold hand run over my thigh and i shivered at his touch. i looked up at ghostface with my teary eyes, still pressing my knife against his chest. he brought the knife he was holding between his fingers before twirling it around, and it only made me even more nervous and scared than i already was. why wasnt he killing me? he slowly brought the knife up to my face, tears starting to fall from my eyes out of fear.

why wasnt i making a move? i had the knife pressed against his chest, i could easily stab him if i wanted to. i just couldnt bring myself to take someones life.. he took the dull end of the knife, dragging it down along the side of my face. i shivered at the cold metal feeling against my skin as he kept on dragging the knife further down until it reached my thigh. i wasnt wearing anything but a pair of panties and beomgyus t-shirt that was thankfully covering my underwear. the knife grazed my skin as he moved it towards my inner thigh, and i felt nothing but scared and disgusted. "s-stop.." i whispered uncomfortably.

ghostface suddenly let out a chuckle—a chuckle that sounded oddly familiar. i froze as my heart skipped a beat. i furrowed my eyebrows at him, it couldnt be.. slowly, he reached up and pulled his mask off, revealing beomgyus face underneath. his messy hair fell over his once-soft eyes that were now darkened, a twisted smile tugging at his lips. "b-beomgyu..?" i lowered the knife i had held against his chest, but he only pressed his deeper into my thigh. i let out a whimper at the feeling of it, "you had no idea it was me, did you? my dumb baby.." he brought his other hand up to my face in an attempt to stroke my cheek, but i flinched and tried moving away from his touch.

he only gripped my chin tightly as he forced me to look him in the eyes. "whats the matter, hm?" he asked, leaning in close until the tip of his nose was touching mine. "y-you’re.. you’re a murderer!" i spat in his face before i attempted to get away from him by moving my body around like an animal, only he grabbed my body with his hands--trying his best to stop me from attempting to get away from him. "you better fucking stop doing that.. i wouldnt want to hurt you" he growled at me, his hands digging into my skin as he tightened his grip on my body. i knew i wasnt gonna be able to get away from him, he was too strong. i stopped fighting, "please.. i dont want to die.." i sobbed as tears began falling down my face again.

i could tell he was fighting back a smile, hes sick.. he brought his hand up to my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb, "what a crybaby.. i wont kill you" he leaned in with his lips close to my ear, "unless you give me a reason to" he chuckled. with his hand still on my cheek, i grabbed a hold of his wrist and dug my teeth into his skin. it definitely caught him off guard, he yelled out in pain as blood started to run down his wrist. i took the opportunity to push him to the side and make a run for it. i ran all the way to the bedroom before locking the door behind me, and just seconds after he started banging on the door. "open the fucking door ___!" he shouted, and i jumped at the sound of his voice.

i started sobbing uncontrollably as i tried to get the window to open, but my hands were shaking too much. there wasnt any other way out and i knew i was fucked when beomgyu started breaking the door down. "b-beomgyu im sorry! im sorry.. please dont h-hurt me, im sorry!" i choked on my own tears as i kept on apologizing, hoping he would have a change of heart. suddenly, he stopped trying to get through the door, "you’re sorry? hm, baby?" he asked me, his voice trembling with rage. "y-yes! im really sorry beomie.. please.." i was begging for my life at this point, praying that my own boyfriend wouldnt kill me.

"its alright.. just open the door for me, yeah?" his voice shifted, turning the sound of his voice from fear into safety. i sniffled, hesitating for a second before i made my way towards the door slowly. i placed my hand on the door knob, "just- dont hurt me please.." i murmured. "i would never hurt you, okay? i love you so much ___, im sorry if i scared you. just open the door and let me make it up to you" he sounded pretty convincing.. maybe he wasnt going to hurt me. maybe he really does love me. "okay.." i mumbled. i turned the door knob, opening the door just a little before taking a peek. beomgyu was stood there without his ghost face mask and no knife in his hand.

he looked at me with pleading eyes, "please let me in" he begged softly. i opened the door fully and decided to let him in. he walked past me after i closed the door behind him, "i didnt mean to hurt you gyu.. i was just scared.." i lowered my head in shame, feeling bad for hurting my boyfriend. "scared of me?" there it was again. the chilling sound of his voice that sent shivers down my spine. i looked up at him, and there he was, smiling creepily down at me. "b-beomgyu.." i backed away slowly until my back hit the bedroom door. i quickly tried reaching for the door knob, but beomgyu grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. i let out a whimper at the way he slammed my hands against the door.

"y-you said you wouldnt hurt me..!" my voice trembled with fear. "i wasnt planning on it.." he said, tilting his head down at me. "but you gave me no choice" he suddenly grabbed my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks together. "you look so pretty when you cry-" he shut his eyes when i spat in his face. he let out a chuckle, letting go of my face to wipe my spit off of his. he looked me dead in the eye as my whole body shook, "fucking bitch" he spat, grabbing a hold of my waist before throwing me onto the bed. i sat up quickly after my back hit the mattress, i backed away until i was sat against the headboard, "get away from me!" i yelled at him, using my legs to kick him away when he attempted to get on top of me.

"why would i ever want to get away from my own girlfriend, hm?" he said, his voice low and possesive as he stood by the edge of the bed, watching my scared figure. "i-im not your girlfriend anymore.." i mumbled. beomgyu’s face dropped instantly, his head tilted just slightly—his eyes turning dark and disturbing. "what’d you say?" he asked, his voice chilling. i didnt feel like repeating myself, only because i didnt want him to get really mad at me.. i shook my head, "nothing.." my voice barley sounded like a whisper. he tried getting on top of me again, and this time when i tried kicking my legs, he only grabbed them and pulled my whole body down towards him.

"s-stop!" i yelled at him, all though he only clamped his hand over my mouth with a force that made me whimper against his hand. "you belong to me. you hear that?!" he shouted in my face, loud enough for me to flinch. when i did nothing but start crying again, he rolled his eyes at me. "i said.." he removed his hand from my mouth and tapped my cheek repeatedly with light slaps. "you hear that?" he repeated, looking me dead in the eye. i nodded slightly, "y-yes.." i hiccuped. he hummed, leaning in and placing small kisses all over my cheek before moving towards my ear, "you’re all mine.." he whispered in my ear before burying his nose in my hair, "you can never leave me.." he mumbled against me.

he leaned away from my hair and leaned against my face instead, the tip of his nose touching mine. "say it." he growled at me. i sniffled, my whole body trembling when he tried pulling me even closer to him. "i-im yours.." i mumbled, my voice shaky. "and?" he raised his eyebrows. "a-and im.. im never gonna leave you, gyu.." my voice sounded tearful as i spoke, and beomgyu noticed. "still scared baby?" he asked, brushing his lips against mine. i shook my head, but the tears falling from my eyes threw it away. "shhh.." he stroked my hair, "let me show you how much i love you.. you were loving it last night"

[semisasseater]

I don’t wanna let you go

Gf! se-mi x Gf! reader

Summary: reader accidentally falls and sprains her ankle while skating :( but luckily her gf is there !!

Tw: reader gets hurt, caregiving, wuh luh wuh, fluff, cuddling, kissing, let me know if i missed anything!

authors note: yes this story is about ME. because i do figure skating so everytime i hurt myself ill just go read my own fic easy ALSO i’ve been in such a pissy mood all day it’s NOT even funny i’ve genuinely been so mad today especially at everyone that slightly breathes the same air as me omfg i hate my period so much i’m genuinely tweaking out dude anyways i love my wife gabby yall she’s so amazing

Not proofread!

Word count: 645

The air was crisp inside the skating rink, the sound of your skates gliding across the ice echoing faintly. You had been practicing all morning for your upcoming competition, determined to perfect your routine. Se-mi sat nearby on the bleachers, watching you with an amused but protective eye. She didn’t say much, but the soft smile tugging at her lips spoke volumes—she was proud of you.

You went into another jump, spinning mid-air with precision, but as you landed, a sharp pain shot through your ankle. The landing was off, and you collapsed to the ice with a gasp.

“Y/N!” Se-mi’s voice broke through the sound of your fall.

Within seconds, she was at your side, kneeling on the ice despite the chill. Her hands hovered over you nervously before gently cradling your injured ankle.

“What happened?” she asked, her tone unusually soft for someone known for her sharp demeanor.

“I—I think I sprained it,” you whimpered, wincing as the pain radiated up your leg.

Se-mi frowned, concern etched into her features. “You overworked yourself again, didn’t you?” she sighed, shaking her head. “I told you to take breaks, but you never listen.”

“I just wanted to get it right…” you mumbled, guilt creeping into your voice.

She sighed again, but this time it was softer, filled with affection. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Before you could protest, Se-mi scooped you up in her arms as if you weighed nothing. “Se-mi, I can walk—”

“No, you can’t,” she interrupted firmly. “And I’m not risking you hurting yourself more. Just let me take care of you.”

You blushed but nodded, resting your head against her shoulder as she carried you out of the rink.

Back at your shared apartment, Se-mi gently set you down on the couch and immediately got to work. She grabbed an ice pack and a bandage, kneeling in front of you as she carefully propped your ankle up on a pillow.

“This is going to sting a little,” she said, pressing the ice pack against your swollen ankle. You hissed but stayed still as she tended to you. Her touch was careful, almost tender, as she wrapped your ankle with the bandage.

“There,” she said, tying off the wrap and sitting back to admire her work. “That should help. Now, don’t you dare try to get up without me, understand?”

You smiled softly. “Yes ma’am”

Se-mi smirked at your tone before her expression softened again. She leaned closer, her eyes locking with yours. “Should I kiss it better?” she teased, a playful glint in her gaze.

You giggled, nodding. “Maybe that’ll help”

Without hesitation, she leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to your bandaged ankle. The gesture was so sweet and unexpected that it made your heart flutter.

“Better?” she asked, her lips quirking into a small smile.

“Much better” you said, reaching out to pull her into a hug. She let you, settling beside you on the couch as you buried your face in her neck.

“Thank you my love” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t thank me yet” she said, wrapping her arms around you protectively. “You’re stuck with me until that ankle is healed I’m not letting you push yourself like that again”

You smiled, nuzzling closer. “I guess I don’t mind being spoiled by you”

She chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere”

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warmth of her presence melting away the pain in your ankle. You leaned up to press a kiss to her lips, whispering, “I love you se-mi”

“I love you too y/n” she replied, pulling you closer.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the two of you, tangled in each other’s embrace, a quiet promise of care and love lingering between you.

@semisasseater

[apricityxoxo]

nerdy college student nanami

nerd!nanami x fem!reader

summary: Nerdy College Student Nanami doesn't have time for anything besides good grades; nothing else matters. Not until you walk in late.

warnings: fluff and a bit of suggestive material at the end

wc: 1.3k

been gone for a while lol, hopefully ill be more consistent

Nerdy College Student Nanami, who only has time for school. He thinks that if he works hard now, he can relax in the future. The only things that matter to him are his grades and learning; he has no time for anything else. He’s not like the rest of his friends who have fun at parties and drink till they can't remember their name. If he wanted to de-stress or have fun, He would just read or play video games. He had too much important stuff to do than waste time recovering from a hangover.

Nerdy College Student Nanami, who has to adjust his glasses when he sees you when you run in late to your English literature class, sees you offer your professor an apology and a shy smile and watches you as you walk up the stairs and choose the seat right in front of him. He realizes that this whole time when his nose has been buried in his notes, he's missed seeing you.

Nerdy College Student Nanami slaps at Gojo's hand when he loudly comments on his now sweaty figure, drawing the attention of others around them. “Ouch, Damn I was just asking! You're so meannnn,” Gojo whines, earning a few laughs from the students around him, including yourself. Who can't wipe the smile off his face after you smiled at him while packing up your computer.

Nerdy College Student Nanami now looks forward to going to class. He's ecstatic to see that you've taken a liking to sitting in the row in front of his seat. It's perfect. He likes seeing the different ways you style your hair, the different outfits you wear, he gets happy seeing you in something that's just a little bit too tight or too short.

Nerdy College Student Nanami who can’t even take notes anymore because he is too busy staring at your back or profile. “Hey, can I see your notes?” Gojo asks with a pout and puppy eyes. “No,” he replies, realizing that he didn't even write anything past the date. 

Nerdy College Student Nanami, who is now so forgetful because of you, forgets that the reason to go to class is to learn and not to admire you. “Can I borrow a pen, Satoru?” Nanami asks quietly. “Why should I? It's not you ever help me. You're so mean, and I always have to fend for myself,” Gojo rants, and he progressively gets louder, so loud that Nanami puts his head in his hands in embarrassment. Gojo continues “ I mean shit, when i ask for notes you dont even look my-” “You could borrow mine,” You cut off Gojo. Nanami lifts his head and sees the girl he's been watching for weeks, staring right at him. “Thank you,” He replies nervously, grabbing your cute pink pen. Gojo rolls his eyes and continues to mope in his seat. 

Nerdy College Student Nanami earns a ‘hi’ and smile from you every class now. He gets there earlier and stays late just to see you come in and walk out at the same time as you just for you to look his way to smile and say bye with a cute wave. 

Nerdy College Student Nanami gets upset because he realizes that he only has a month left in this class and hasn't had a proper conversation with you. He sees his chance when the professor announces that the students must partner up for the final research project. “Okaaay, so I was thinking that you can do all the research and talking and I just look cute and support you and then…” Gojo continues making plans for the project but doesn't realize that Nanami isn't listening. Instead, he too focused on you as you look around at the people around you, trying to find a partner. “Do you need a partner?” He asked you, ignoring the offended expression on Gojo's face. “Yes, please,” you reply to him with the prettiest smile he's ever seen on your face. Who returns the smile and sits back in his chair when you turn back around and focus on the professor. Nerdy College Student Nanami is so happy that he doesn't even care that Gojo is giving him a death glare.  

Nerdy College Student Nanami whose heart starts to race when he sees you approach him after class. “Hey, it's Kento, right?” He nods his head and asks for your name, even though he already knows it. “I was thinking that we could exchange numbers so that we can start making plans for the project. Is that okay?” He can only nod in response. 

Nerdy College Student Nanami is holding his phone now in his sweaty hands, trying to think of anything to send to you. In the privacy of his shared dorm with Gojo he bounces his knee with a frown on his face trying to think of anything. He was about to write out another sentence when you text first. 

❀: Heyyyy Kento!! I was wondering if we can start working on the project on Thursday?  ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Ken: Yeah that works with me

Ken: at the library?

❀: Yep! That's perf, it's a date! see you then  ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Nerdy College Student Nanami wears his best outfit to his study date. He tamed his messy hair and sprayed the smallest amount of cologne on himself, an expensive one that he had stolen from Gojo in their shared dorm. When he arrives he sees that you're already there, sitting cutely wearing a light pink knitted sweater that was a tight fit and a deep v-neck. You look up and smile at him, and it makes his pants tight. You both work for hours sometimes in silence and sometimes ignore the assignment just to get to know eachother. He looks into your eyes and nods when you tell him something interesting about yourself, trying hard not to peek into your shirt.

Nerdy College Student Nanami who gets to see you three times every week for your study dates, which slowly move from the library to his dorm. These “Study dates” can't even be called that anymore because you two haven't talked about literature in weeks. You both start getting more comfortable around eachother. Nerdy Nanami lets go of his uptight behavior and lets you see a different side of him. He makes you laugh and tells you stories about the few times Gojo forced him to go to a lively college party. You start getting more comfortable too, you started by bringing delicious baked goods for the two of you, and then here you are today with a six pack of beer and pizza. You came wearing baggy jeans and a tank top, and he's pretty sure you're not wearing a bra. 

Nerdy College Student Nanami is on his third beer, and you just finished your second with a giggle. “You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were soooooo scary.” You giggle at him, placing your hand on his thigh and taking a bite out of your slice of pizza. You have been in his room for a couple of hours, and he's getting really comfortable around you. There is no space between you two, and you both don't even have your computers open. His legs are spread wide, and your hand is too close for a friend. You don't even realize what you're doing to him.  He looks at the hand on his thigh, and then he pushes up his glasses to look at you in your face. Yeah… you both are really comfortable now, so comfortable that he has to send a text to Gojo. 

Ken: Don’t come back to the dorm for a few hours. 

*3 missed calls*

Satoru: WHHAAAT

Satoru: What does that mean??!?!?!?!?!?!??!

Satoru: I thought you were studying?!!

Satoru: WAIT!!

Satoru: Are you…getting your freak on?? OMGGG (˶˃ ᗜ ˂˶)

Gojo’s fifteen other texts go ignored. 

Nerdy college student Nanami who barely passed this class with a C- because you both failed your final project, but he honeslty couldn't care less. Not when he has you, months after that class ended, sitting on his lap with your hands under his shirt, caressing his chest and with your face in his neck.

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ok im done now, idk how i feel about this lol

I also have a couple of asks that I will work on soon, I’m sorry it’s been sooo long but pls send more