#it is okay to turn your brain off and simply vibe and not take everything super seriously

[theghostofashton]

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[sturnsdarling]

Dinner and a show

Matt and his girl go to dinner, but little does he know she has something planned for him when they get home.

vibe check: smut, a lil bit of fluff?, lap dance, reader giving matt head (kill me now), matts obsessed with readers body, matt lets reader take control a lil, overall good vibes from our boy

2.5k words

A/N: this was going to be a full smut fic but i got a lil obsessed with the giving matt head portion. literally when will it be my turn. anyways i hope you love it.

love and cigs, merc

You were adding the finishing touches to your makeup, patting the final touch of gloss onto your lips as you made sure everything looked perfect for your date night with Matt. He was on the edge of the bed, clad in a black dress shirt and black jeans, knees spread wide as he leaned over himself on his phone, head hanging low as he waited for you to get ready.

You scanned yourself in the mirror, your black dress hugging you perfectly, just about hiding the full dark blue lingerie set underneath. You patted away any creases and moved your weight between your feet, trying to adjust to the height of the heels you had chosen to wear.

after one final scan, you decided to stop fawning over yourself.

"I'm ready" You said, turning round to face Matt, who's ears perked up at your words.

He raised his head to look at you, his eyes lighting up as he saw your frame standing in front of him, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

a hot redness spread over your whole body, "what do you think?" you asked, giving him a twirl.

Matt couldn't find the words, "you look", he reached forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him so you were standing between his spread legs.

He simply gawked at you as you situated yourself between his legs, your hands finding his hair, "fucking incredible, angel" he pressed his chin into your stomach, shaking his head in complete disbelief at the sight of you.

"Thanks handsome" You smiled down at him, leaning down to press a glossy kiss on his lips.

The car ride to the restaurant was, to say the least, tension filled.

Matts hand didn't leave your thigh the entire time, and it's honestly a miracle that he didn't crash the car with the amount of time he spent looking at you. All he did was compliment you the entire time, unable to take his eyes off you as you touched up your gloss in the mirror or grossed one leg over the other, pressing his hand deeper into your soft flesh

When you got to dinner, he wasn't any less attentive.

"have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?" Matt said, taking a sip of his water as he held your hand across the table.

"you might have mentioned it couple times" you giggled, nodding your head and biting your lip slightly.

"well, you look so unbelievably good, baby" he said, laying it on particularly thick tonight.

"you don't look so bad yourself, Matt" You returned the compliment

"thanks, baby" he winked, squeezing your hand slightly.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" You said, pulling your hand from his and getting up from the table.

As you did, the bottom of your dress was caught on the hook of your garter, revealing the lacy band to Matt. His eyes widened immediately, eyes locked on the soft skin of the back of your thigh as you pulled the black fabric of your dress over the lace. An uncontrollable groan left Matts throat as he clenched his jaw, watching you walk away, swaying your hips as you sauntered away from him.

The car ride home was borderline painful for Matt.

To say he was uncomfortable would be an understatement, the growing bulge in his jeans was pressing against the rough material, and his fingers were pressing bruises into your thighs.

The idea of what you could be wearing under your dress was driving him insane, mostly because of the image itself but partly because you didn't tell him about it, meaning you wanted to surprise him. That simple fact was playing on loop in his brain, and it was sending a throbbing swell right down to his cock.

He was reeling, nearly faint from the idea of you in lingerie for him. Of course it was nothing he hadn't seen before but, this was different, this was unknown, this was exciting. If only he knew what you had planned for him when you got back, he'd probably crash the car.

When you finally pulled into his apartment, the house was empty.

"home sweet home" He said, turning off the car and turning to face you.

"thank you for dinner tonight, Matt, it was really lovely" You said, peppering soft touches along his stubbled cheek.

He near enough whimpered into your touch, "of course, angel, I'm glad you had a nice time"

The suspense was killing him, and you knew that. You loved it. You knew he saw, you wanted him to see, you loved the idea of being the one to tease him for once. As much as you were doing this simply because you wanted to, it was also, in your own little way, pay back for all the times he had driven you crazy with all his teasing.

You made your way inside, and Matt excused himself for a moment, telling you to meet him in his room.

You walked into his room, trying to be as calm and collected as possible whilst you were still in his eye-line. Once the bedroom door was shut, it was game time. You fixed your makeup in the mirror, putting on a bit too much gloss and patted your dress down, fluffing your hair up before turning to his computer and finding the perfect song. You landed on 'All the time' by Jeremih. It was corny, and you knew that, but it was perfect.

You positioned yourself perfectly on the bed, leaning back slightly with your legs crossed, feet on the floor and eyes planted firmly on the door.

Matt clickled the door open and shut, a smirk spread across his face.

"why are you playing thi-" He turned, his train of thought being cut off by your eyes baring into his from under your lashes, "what you doin, angel?"

You didn't say anything, only got up off the bed and sauntered over to him, placing soft hands on his chest, tugging on his shirt slightly as you pulled him back towards the bed. He couldn't take his eyes off you, a brooding smirk etched on his face at your sudden display of dominance.

When you reached the bed, you turned, pushing him town onto the mattress. He complied, reaching out for you as he looked up at your seductive frame. You pulled his hands from you and turned your back to him, reaching up behind you to pull down the zipper that kept you in the confines of your dress.

Matts breath hitched in his throat as he watched you slowly pull down the zipper, exposing the intricate lace of your lingerie set beneath. You slipped the dress down your body, letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it and twirling on your toes to face him. again.

Matt was in awe, his mouth fully agape in a smirk at the sight of you.

"whats all this?" he looked you up and down, scanning your body.

"your surprise" you said, walking towards him, voice low and eyes seductive.

"my surprise?" he raised his brows, catching your hips in his large hands when you were finally in touching distance.

"mhm" you nodded, turning so your back was to him before planting yourself on his lap.

His hands were all over you, he couldn't help it, you looked so good and he was completely obsessed with it. You pushed his hands off you once more, glaring at him over your shoulder just before you rolled your hips on his, slipping down onto the floor, turning back to face him once you were on your knees in front of him.

"oh my god" he groaned, "baby, are you- are you gonna give me a lap dance?"

You simply smirked up at him, he clenched his jaw with a smile, rubbing his stubble with one hand as he leant back on the other.

"Just sit back and enjoy it, Matty" You palmed him through his jeans, pushing your hands all the way up his chest as you got to your feet, pulling him into you by the back of his head as you danced around him, winding your hips, twirling around in front of him for the duration of the song.

Matt had never been this hard in his life, his best girl was in his favourite colour, giving him a personal lap dance to a song about sex, if he could go back and high five his teenage self, he would have. You were merciless, not letting him touch you as you ground down on him, moving your perfect ass around in circles for him, touching him everywhere you knew he liked, pressing yourself against him only to push him away when he tried to pull you into him fully. He felt like he was vibrating, like he could feel all the hairs on his body standing on edge.

You were putting on the best show of your life, you'd never felt more confident as Matt gawked at you, drinking you in like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. You could see how hard he was, watching as he white knuckled the sheets, giggling as he groaned at every lingering touch and whimpered at every kiss you never quite let happen. He was a mess, all for you.

When the song finished, the rest of your guys' shared 'sex playlist' continued to play, and you lowered yourself down to your knees, palming him as you refused to break eye contact. You stared up at him, head rested on his bulge as his hand came to your face, stroking your cheek with fluttery eyes.

"you're sexy as fuck, baby" he said, still in shock.

"its not over yet, handsome" you smirked, pulling down his zipper, freeing him from his jeans with his assistance.

"fuck" his head was thrown back at the sensation of you peppering kisses up his clothed cock, pumping him lazily though the fabric.

You slowly pulled down his boxers, the cold air hitting his throbbing cock earning a hiss from Matt as your hand immediately wrapped around his length.

You placed open mouth kisses all the way up his cock, the moans that left his throat with every one only serving to encourage you more.

You didn't take your eyes off him once, he stared down at you with fluttery eyes as you made your way up his cock, kissing the tip before taking it in your mouth completely.

"jesus christ" He groaned, hand finding the back of your head, his fingers matting your hair with every passing second.

You laid a flat tongue against him, still looking at him as you slowly took his entire length into your mouth, your lips meeting the soft scattering of hair at the base of his huge cock.

The sensation of you gagging around him made his eyes roll to the back of his head, his grip on your hair getting rougher as you began to hollow your cheeks around him, bobbing your head up and down with wet, slurping noises. The noises coming from your movement were nothing in comparison to his, Matt was a whimpering mess as he desperately tried not to fuck into your throat.

"you're so fuckin' good at that, baby" Matt groaned out, "so. fuckin. good." his head was hung back on its hinge as his hand guided you down onto his leaking cock over and over again.

His praises formed a puddle in your thin panties as you moaned around him, eyes now clenched shut as his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

Matts thighs clenched periodically, his stomach tensing with every gag, gentle praises leaving his throat every time you took him all the way to the base.

You pulled off him with a deep breath, tears stinging at your eyes as his attention was pulled back down to your soft face; in all the messiness, the strings of saliva from your mouth to his cock, your smudged gloss and running makeup, he thought you were beautiful. He stroked your hair, unable to form a sentence, the only thought in his mind being, please, for the love of god, carry on.

"fuck my throat, please, Matt?" you batted your lashes up at him.

The groan that left him was guttural, the only thing he was capable of doing in that moment being a fast nod of his head as he stood up with shaky knees, lowering your mouth back onto him. As he bottomed out in your throat, he pushed his hips forwards, pressing his hips into your jaw as you gagged around him.

"you're so perfect, my pretty, pretty girl, so perfect" Matt whined, his hands making a loose pony out of your hair behind your head.

He started off slow, letting you adjust to the feeling before he thrust into you completely once more. You squeezed his thigh twice, a signal that he knew meant 'I'm ready' and with that, he began a steady pace into your open, warm mouth.

The feeling of Matt repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, coupled with the soft caressing of his hands in your hair had you reeling. You loved being like this for him, on your knees and open for him to use. something about it was borderline euphoric, the complete hand over of control making you moan around his cock, sending vibrations all through his body.

Matt was a whimpering mess above you, fucking into your throat relentlessly, losing himself in your mouth over and over again, chasing his high as you moaned around him.

"fuck, angel, m'gonna cum" He whined, "you gonna let me fill that pretty little mouth of yours? hm?" He looked down at you, attempting to nod in response to his question.

Matt groaned, picking up his pace, "such a good girl for me, such a good girl" He was rambling, his sentences borderline incoherent as he chased his orgasm against your tongue.

With a few final thrusts, he pulled your head down onto him completely, nearly keeling over as he released his strings of hot cum down your throat, bucking his stuttering hips into your face until he was milked dry.

He pulled away from you, his cock falling from your mouth with a pop as you smirked up at him, makeup streaming down your face. He chuckled, a long deep breath leaving his throat as he caressed your fucked out face.

"you" Matt shook his head, "are incredible".

you giggled, getting to your feet and wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Matts hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back, pressing his tongue against yours as he led you backwards towards the bed.

You both fell onto the bed in a fit of giggles, clambering all over each other as he covered you in kisses. Everything was perfect, and your surprise went exactly how you planned.

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mistki's the land is inhospitable and so are we (2023)!! as edits featuring mine and some of my friends ocs 😁 had a lot of fun with this project... rough explainer of how/why each song corresponds to each character/s under the cut because i love symbolism and talking! sorry it is long

bug like an angel - sapphire

without spoiling too much of her story and arc... sapphire's life is not easy. she's hurt by people she cares for and who care for her, although inadvertently, and in turn hurts people who she cares for and who cared for her, also not by her own volition. it's kind of a terrible truth that you will harm and be harmed by the people you love, even when you and they truly don't want to. it's up to you how much you're willing to take and deal. you can't keep every promise you make and you can't right every wrong. but you have to keep trying anyway. that's sapphire's strength, and the core of her goodness and why i personally consider her one of my favourite ocs. i chose to depict bug like an angel in mitski's more positive interpretation here and in that light i think it works best for saph

buffalo replaced - heiya

well first and foremost the vibes of the song fits heiya perfectly fhgjk but also lyricism and tone... yep. quick breakdown of heiya's background since i doubt i'll ever be able to do it properly she's an interesting character for me because she like a lot of my other characters has lost. everything. she had a wife and a child and they were both killed and she had to leave her home again and again and unlike how some of my others would have taken this she has never flagged in her unwavering dedication to preserving hope. for herself for her people for the future etc etc. which is a very fucking difficult thing to do! the world changes faster than you can keep up with it sometimes but for heiya she will not let herself tire and be swept away in it all. people rely on her. she's a guiding star as much as she is a woman. she's a lover and a fighter and thats what buffalo replaced means to me! so

heaven - vinny and caleb

i feel like of all my oc couples so far they have like. the sweetest most kind of simply mutually trusting dare i say straight forward love. they just love each other so much and thats all. the world could end around them when theyre together and it'd be okay truly. also yeah vinny is ostensibly in heaven now bye angel i feel like this one was pretty self explanatory. me and who WHEN

i don't like my mind - sunny

he just like me fr (said in denji voice) anyways wow ha. unstoppable unending guilt due to past actions that haunt your every waking moment? throwing yourself into any and all distraction just to take your mind off it, filling your time with other shit so that past sin doesnt for once echo in your awful and hollow brain? this song is perfect for sunny honestly just that sentiment also the "please don't take this job from me".... sometimes the coping is worse. you can be proud of something because you can do it better than anyone else even if that thing is terrible

the deal - wolfgang munch by @gunthermunch

Wolfgang Amadeus Munch. umm this will make more sense later on but it still kind of makes sense now i think. he doesn't want to be himself he keeps . leaving and moving and running away from his own memories his own self in reaction to others. if he could pawn it all off he would. if he could be better in an instant without having to feel every agonising second of change he would! but thats not how the world works. or is it. read munch by gunthermunch thats an order

when memories snow - lilian

i feel the older you get the more your past kind of swells up and trails behind you... at least for lilian that is shes very linked to the different versions of the girl/young woman she used to be. for her its a double edged blade, a lot of her own strength is drawn from who she was and what happened to her throughout her life. they haunt her but she's haunting it back in her own way

my love mine all mine - saige, bellona, ari

stares you down okay so usage of this song very much almost verges into spoiler territory but uhm. uhm. starts twitching basically the whole dynamic here is . sometimes when you love you will sacrifice. and while that is usually a good thing sometimes it is not but sometimes it still is. sometimes you pay your dues for love and sometimes someone else has to pay for your love as well. and whether that is worth it to them remains to be seen. but it's all about love still. whether that's a worthy cause is up to you i suppose

the frost - yoshiki and hikaru from hikaru ga shida natsu

fun fact (or not so fun fact since i had it listed as such) this slot was originally meant to be taken up by a gojo/geto edit and while it still works for them frighteningly well i swerved to do another black and white haired doomed gay pairing gfhjkl; i really recommend yall to read hikaru ga shinda natsu/the summer that hikaru died because honestly it speaks for itself! it's SO good i love it so bad

star - ari and luca by @anjitrait

wow these two did not deserve the horrors the narrative (me) slammed down onto their heads. they're kind of the most married of all time to me but like of course under pressure even the strongest most loving of bonds will warp. they've been together for roughly a decade and a half now. they know and love each other as totally as you could possibly imagine. despite it all i am yours, no matter. are we picking up what i'm putting down chat

i'm your man - nayef and sióar by @lucidicer

after the album dropped like at least 3 people swung into my dms with a ?this you?? about this song which. i mean the fucking dogs that start barking halfway through the song. are you kidding me. but anyways sioyef and devotion. sioyef and putting yourself in your lover's hands and looking to them like they are a god. this is super self explanatory. you know

i love me after you - redacted and ophelia

HM.... all i'll say here is that sometimes the homoerotic tension filled high school friendship where both parties have something very wrong with them but in totally different directions can be. scarring. bad. sometimes love just isn't enough when you don't know what you're meant to do with it and when you've lived in survival mode all your life. but that once the dust clears you can scrape yourself off the ground get up keep going and that isn't gonna be the end for you there. or for love, even. sometimes shit just ain't meant to be and thats ok

[idkfitememate]

Hello! I’m here to enter my thoughts for a deer! Creator! Reader in Sumeru! I know there’s tiger creator! Reader for Sumeru already but I feel like since nahida is so peaceful and kind she deserves an animal (even if only by isekai) buddy that matches her vibes because deer are usually symbolic with peace and stuff.

So deer! Reader starts out as a wittle ol’ fawn with gangly legs that they can’t seem to get the hang of at all. Teyvat helps their creator out with giving them food that they can reach out and nibble and it conveniently rains water in a small pool for reader to drink from. So they take the first few days easy trying to figure out how to stand and stuff. Everything is going well, all is peaceful and no one has tried to kill them yet. They could even stand on their stick legs for a full minute yesterday!

But that all changes when some sleazy treasure hoarders from Liyue decide they want to hunt for some easy grub as they smuggle expensive artifacts out of the nation. Sadly for deer! Reader, that means they want them on their dinner plates tonight. An odd choice, but right now you are easy pickings.

Teyvat is obviously not happy about this, so the rishboland tigers and birds near Gandharva Ville are trying to get Tighnari’s and Collei’s attention while small shrooms try and protect you. Though it is a slowly loosing battle.

Tighnari quickly realizes the wildlife is acting strange. His large fox ears help him pinpoint the problem and he rushes off into the forest with his bow. Collei quickly follows behind, although confused. They follow the roaring rishboland tigers to a secluded grove in the forest and find deer! reader an inch away from getting hit in the head with an arrow.

Both the tigers and the forest rangers are not happy.

Tighnari has no time to nock an arrow so he uses his dendro vision to slap the arrow out of the air. Deer! Reader is saved! The treasure hoarders are swiftly knocked out by Tighnari and Collei(with a few…casualties because of the tigers). They were going to be turned in to the authorities. But before they could do that, Tighnari and Collei had to figure out what to do with deer!Creator first.

They thought you were a normal wild deer that the rishboland tigers might have taken as one of their own by some miracle. So they tried to leave you be after they checked that you were unharmed but you were adamant about going with them.

You bleated and wailed pitifully, trying to stand on your thin legs only to topple over. Getting used to standing on four hooves was one thing but trying to walk was another. So you gave them your best baby deer eyes until Collei caved and tried to find an excuse to convince Tighnari to bring you with them.

She winged it and spoke about how your legs weren’t working properly. You weren’t standing and you couldn’t walk when it was obvious you looked a few months old. Maybe they should take you back to the village for better inspection?

Tighnari didn’t buy it but the sad look you were giving him with your droopy ears and (fake) teary eyes made him cave. He would break protocol just this once. He couldn’t leave a possibly sick baby deer all alone could he?

So he scooped your small deer body into his arms and set off for Gandharva Ville.

Little did he know you would refuse to leave his and Collei’s side afterwards.

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Sorry if it seems long! 😖 I just have so many deer! Creator reader brain rot ideas I want to share with you!

If it’s okay with you and no one else has taken it, could you call me 🦌 deer anon ?

Tighnari & Collei Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Deer Reader x Tighnari & Collei

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 197

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Never apologize for a long ask! It shows your idea in the fullest and I love it! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

I’ll just pick up where you left off!

Now he had a deer in his office. Tighnari simply stared at your small body as you tried to stand. He honestly didn’t know why he allowed himself to take you.

(It was those stupid perpetually teary eyes of yours)

He stood and stared at you.

And you stared back.

And it continued like this for a least five minutes.

“… Mr. Tighnari?” Collei called out.

He only hummed in response.

“There are a bunch of Rishboland Tigers outside.” She said. And he sighed.

“I’m just going to assume it’s the ambush that was watching them. Just… inform everyone not to attack. They seemed relatively harmless and I’d like to keep it that way as long as possible.” He didn’t turn away from you and you didn’t turn from him.

“…Okaaayyyy then.” Collei said. She stared from the door before gently closing it.

The fox and the deer continued their staring contest.

Until you sneezed.

And threw your tiny head back, shaking your head with a surprised expression. You rubbed your nose a bit with your front hoof, your ears swinging a bit from the motion.

Tighnari suddenly understood why Collei was so keen to keep you.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Hehe little guy. While I think I’ll be keeping the Tiger!Creator cannon, I would adore to see more of Deer!Creator from you! Can’t wait to hear more!~ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Also fun fact! A group of tigers is called an ambush! But a mother tiger and her cubs is called a streak! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

[daryascurse]

A little something in your ask box ❤ Eren's A, C, H, J, M, W

❤️😫 AWWW MY GOODNESS THANK YOU!! I was SO excited to see this hehe I’ve been on a bit of an Eren kick the past few months that hasn't gone away.

Okay this is sort of modern-AU Eren just to be consistent with all the prompts (and I love my modern Eren with a touch of stoner lol). I shuffled a little from the alphabetical order just to flow a little better.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS ᴅɴɪ // cw: recreational weed smoking, alcohol, kinda possessive vibes; completely g/n reader not described with pronouns or genitalia, but mentions of high heels

ALPHABET NSFW ASKS (still open!)

A for Aphrodisiac [What always turns them on?]

A few things turn Eren Jaeger on without fail; but he never really noticed the effect they have on him until they were characteristics of yours. He loves your independence. He loves the way you move through the world with an unapologetic freedom. He has to shift his legs in public when you give a devious smirk, when someone says something and you have some smart retort to bite back with. And he loves when that little clever laugh becomes a keen between the sheets, loves being the one to take your brain and make it melt just for a while, taking his time just coaxing it out of you to make you fall apart under his touch. His touch. He’s not controlling, he could never control you, but he takes pride in being the person to make you thoughtless for once. Besides, shouldn’t all boyfriends be a little possessive? That’s another thing – boyfriend. Partner, significant other. It doesn’t matter the term. Anything you say publicly, with a pride, with a cooing smile, is irresistible to him. The burst in his chest is a little juvenile, but he can’t swallow it down, he won’t hide a smirk of his own when you introduce him with such a label. It’s the same feeling other people might get by buying their lover jewelry or more extreme public showings of belonging. For him, your choice to call him by such special words is enough. Something else, something more tangible that turns him on, is when you wear high heels. It doesn’t matter how tall they are, how tall they make you. Even if you tower over him, he loves how strong it makes the muscles in your legs look, the way your hips sway as you walk in them, the way it literally elevates you so simply. Not that you need it. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he said once in the elevator on your way to a dinner, and his eyes were dark with desire.

J for Jazz [What’s their go-to sexy song/playlist?]

Eren doesn’t really have a “sex” playlist. He has a playlist that inevitably gets shuffled through at night when you have a bowl or two or three together; so, it’s usually just already playing when his fingers, thick and slow from the marijuana, crawl over your clothes to peel them off you. A month or so into seeing each other, you’d convinced him to make it collaborative – he grumbled just a little at not wanting to spoil his carefully curated vibe, but he’s also been adding your favorite songs to his library. The songs he’d already had on the playlist include “Skin” by Mac Miller, “Acai Bowl” by Dominic Fike, "You've Got Everything Now" by The Smiths, “Moon” by Seahaven, and “War” by Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (yes, the Hunger Games theme – it came on shuffle mode once when his head was between your thighs, and in your hazy mind it was hilarious. He sat up with a scowl and turned his head to hide his flush as he quickly skipped to the next song, and you howled with laughter as he muttered something about it being a “really good song to blast through headphones while walking home stoned from the park.”).

M for Moan [What kind of noises do they make? What sounds do they like to hear from their partner?]

It’s not that he’s quiet, but Eren wants to hear you more. Especially at first, when things are just getting hot and heavy, when he’s listening acutely to the sharpness of your sighs and moans and using that to guide his hands and his mouth over you. He’s groaning, his gasping breaths full of sound, but he’s listening to the cues to figure out what makes you feel best – pressing further when he hears your “oh yeah”s and “right there”s and shifting his touch to get your voice to that point where it’s breaking, where your mouth can’t properly form words anymore. He gets pleasure from giving you pleasure. That is the first thing he sets to do when he puts his lips on you to worship your body, and he’ll take his time doing so. But the words finally burst from him when you’re half-drunk from endorphins and hungry for your orgasm, when his fingers are on your thighs and his tongue drips with your arousal. You’re begging in broken sentences, your body in agony. That’s when his throaty groans turn verbal, when he sits up, fixes his eyes on you, and speaks with that possessiveness through his wet lips – “ ‘S getting sensitive? You can still come for me.”

H for Hands [What do they do with their hands during sex?]

Maybe it’s because Eren always wants to make sure you get off – he’s said that he feels good when he makes you feel good – but his hands are always on you. It doesn’t matter the position, he’s always touching you, stroking against your skin, rubbing the places he knows are sensitive with the lightest, but most insistent, caresses. Sometimes his hands are gentle like that. And other times, his hands hold you by aching wrists, as he groans right into your ear and your hips jerk as he fucks into you again, and again, chasing down your climax with his own. “Tell me it’s mine, your pretty little body is all mine.”

C for Cuddling [How do they cuddle after sex?]

When the two of you collapse, naked and exhausted in the sheets, Eren takes a moment to gather his breath. You’re doing the same, your mind turning cartwheels as your blood pounds and your bones weigh you down, and you can barely hear the creak of the mattress over spinning in your ears when he sits up again with a long sigh. He goes into the kitchen, and returns with a glass of water, and a gentle reminder that you should pee. You drag yourself to the bathroom with staggering steps, and when you make it back to the bed, he’s wearing boxers, pulled the sheets back up and propping the pillows in place again. He hands you a clean oversized t-shirt with hands still trembling from exertion, hair sticking to his forehead in a sweaty sheen. You let him help you back into the bed. He passes you the water from the dresser and puts it back when you take a sip. Neither of you have the energy to speak as he crawls back in bed. You turn to him with open arms, welcoming him into a silent, overly warm embrace of limbs, heartbeats, and damp sheets.

W for Wet [How would they have sex in the shower?]

You’ve brought up sex in the shower a handful of times before in different contexts, and Eren’s never really given the warmest reaction. Once he wrinkled his nose, pointed out in a doubtful deadpan just how difficult and clumsy the mechanics would be. Another time, he asked if it was something you’d done with an ex, a tinge of jealousy coloring his voice. So you’ve mostly seen it as a joke now, nothing to seriously pursue. But you come home extremely drunk together tonight. You’re sweaty and buzzing from the walk. When you whine about wanting to shower, Eren asks if he can join you. Your enthused “yeah of course!” matches the same heavy alcohol-laden tone he had invited himself in. You two stumble into the shower without even turning on the bathroom light and the fresh water is all you can pay attention to, the hot stream pouring down your face and waterlogging your senses. You don’t even care about the sting blinding your eyes, don’t even think of Eren at first until you spit warm water out of your mouth and ask hoarsely if he wants to switch. You reach for the bottle of body wash but his hand is on your face, turning it to you, and his lips devour yours in a drunken kiss. It is clumsy, he was right, as you scramble to hold to the edge of the tub and he bends you over with a foot on the ledge. The angle isn’t quite right, the water hitting you around the shield of his body in jagged strikes, the porcelain tub too smooth to grip – but you don’t care, your brain is just wheeling in dumb drunk circles as your thighs shake and your teeth chatter, skin somewhere between hot and cold as he holds your hips in slippery fingers. He draws out wetness between your legs with each uneven stroke. The small room reels in steam and moans, everything getting teased but nothing getting fully satisfied, and he finally grunts: “Let’s go to the bed, okay?”

[gingerteaonthetardis]

Wait have u seen what happens later?! Is it good?

yeah, i did see it, i saw it in theaters yesterday! i went with my mum and we had such a good time!

as for if it's good or not... oh boy. let me start with the disclaimer that i am the judgemental bitch of the universe, i can't turn it off, i am insufferable and i know this. also, i was squinting the whole time because i need new glasses. embarrassing.

SO. there are absolutely good things about it, i would say. there are several scenes that will be sticking like fucking glue in my brain for the indefinite future. the premise is hella cute and the acting was good overall (in my extremely uneducated opinion)... both meg ryan and david duchovny are so ruthlessly endearing it makes me want to actually scream, and together they cooked up a few really magical moments.

when dd's character got tears in his eyes talking about his daughter, i wanted to throw up. never let that man cry in front of me again, i can't take it!!!!!! and any time they spent laughing together was, like, electric to me. meg ryan has such a warmth to her that hasn't faded in her time away from filmmaking, and seeing her again just filled me with good happy feelings. (also, some parts of it gave me the good old au brain itch, which is always a sign i'm invested.)

however, i will also say that the movie is rather long and does occasionally feel long. mostly because the writing isn't, like, spectacular. not bad, just not quite as glittering as i would want for a film with only two actors in it. i don't want to get into the writing too much, because then i will start going on forever, because like i said, i'm insufferable.

also. okay. this is probably such an annoying nitpick, but damn this movie reused a lot of b-roll. like, they recycled this one establishing shot (which reminded me of the shot of the arctic base in the x-files episode 'ice', by the way) what felt like fifteen times. which is a bummer, because they kind of used exterior shots like paragraph breaks. since, you know, there were no other characters to fall back on. that sometimes made the pacing feel weird. it did add to the kind of liminal, claustrophobic vibe of being stuck in an airport with your ex, though.

i read an interview with them about how they didn't have time or budget for doing loads of takes or reshoots, and i think that constraint was both a blessing and a curse. they got a lot of really good, organic moments that felt very alive that way! but there were also moments that didn't quite hit, moments that should have had more time in the editing bay or time to be worked out on set. i also seriously wish someone had punched up the writing a tiny bit more.

on the whole, i would say that it's pretty good. if you go in with hallmark movie expectations, you are sufficiently parasocially attached to the actors, or you just love romcoms, you will probably have an excellent time. if you want to see david duchovny hit a blunt and then choke, like me, you will have an especially excellent time. the characters were flawed and occasionally frustratingly out of touch (on purpose?? i don't know, i am simply too young and silly 😌), but they also had moments of depth and warmth and sincerity.

i liked it, in spite of my rabid need to critique everything on god's green earth. i will probably watch it again not on the big screen and see if i prefer it that way (i suspect i will).

also did i mention they get drunk and flirty. because they get drunk and flirty and it's soooooo damn cute.

[sleekervae]

Yoü & I [2.1]

Masterlist

A/N: Hello! Welcome back to the segment where my brain keeps cranking out content for a week until it dries up again for another three months. As always, your gracious patience is always appreciated :)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, strong language, some angst

With an arm holding her steady Luke helped Charlotte walk back into the bar. Her head felt much clearer and her insides calmer, but she breathed deeply and steadily nonetheless.

"Hey guys," Luke called to their friends, "We're gonna' head back," 

"Alright. We'll catch up with you guys," Calum replied.

"You okay, Charlotte?" Maria asked.

"I'm good," Charlotte assured her, "I'll see you back at the room," 

"Goodnight, you two!" Chloe called as they made their way out, but as soon as they exited she was the next one to get up and run to the bathroom to empty out her stomach.

The Viennese streets were calm and peaceful, but there was a steady stream of cars that whizzed past them. Hoots and hollers from more drunk patrons echoed into the night, and despite the late hour buildings were still lit up in dazzling, twinkling lights that guided the pair back to their hotel.

"You okay to walk?" Luke chuckled as Charlotte stumbled a little.

"I'm good," she reassured, reaching into her bag and smiling when she grabbed the rose, "Oh! I don't know why I brought this with me," 

She brushed the flower over Luke's nose. They both started to laugh like children and Luke took the stem between his teeth.

Charlotte gasped, "Oh my God! You could be the next Bachelor!"

Luke chuckled still with the flower in his mouth, took it out and offered it back to her, "Charlotte, will you accept this rose?"

Charlotte giggled but shook her head, "Nah,"

Luke's jaw dropped.

"What? Not used to rejection, Mr. Hemmings?" Charlotte teased.

Luke chuckled, "Oh, I'm very used to getting rejected," he said.

"By who?" she asked, "Who the fuck would actually reject you?" she elbowed him in the ribs. 

"Well --"

"No, seriously," she drunkenly rambled, "You're like -- the sweetest person I've ever met. And you're just so kind and cute and you're so innocent,"

"Innocent?" Luke raised an eyebrow at her.

"Well, maybe not actually innocent in all rhetorics," Charlotte giggled, "But yeah, you just have an innocent vibe about you,"

"Shit," he laughed, "Fanfic writers are gonna' rave about that,"

They made it back to their hotel in one piece, with Luke holding Charlotte up most of the way. He sobered himself up mentally so he could take care of her. She kept tripping over her own shoelaces as they made it into the lobby, so Luke decided to pick her up and give her a piggy back ride. Charlotte didn't complain, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and enjoyed the ride, giggling a little when Luke would trip now and again.

"Luke!" she yelped, holding onto him tightly when he purposefully bounced her, "Don' do that," she whimpered, to which Luke simply laughed. He even held her on his back during the elevator ride and carried her to her room. 

He carried Charlotte to the bed, turning to let her off but she ended up pulling Luke down on top of her, both of them let out an 'oof'. Charlotte then started to laugh.

"Sorry," she giggled.

"You okay?" he grinned.

"Yeah. You're kinda' heavy," she admitted and Luke moved off of her and stood, "No, wait! Come back!" she whined. She moved to sit up on her knees and grabbed his hand. 

Luke couldn't help but laugh as she pulled him back down next to her. 

"You're a clingy little drunk, you know," he said.

"I know," she sighed heavily, "But isn't that another reason why you love me?"

"Of course," he replied, brushing some more hair away from her face. She started laughing again, this time a snort made its way in, "What's so funny?"

"You," she giggled.

"Me?"

"Yeah. You've got really nice eyes, you know," 

Luke raised his eyebrows, "Oh, do I?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "Everything about you is just nice. And you're really pretty, too,"

He chuckled, "Charlotte, you're really smashed,"

"Oh, so what?" she moved to lie down on her stomach, pillowing her head in her arms, "It's the truth. I'll be sober tomorrow, but you'll still be beautiful to me,"

He couldn't help but smile, appreciating that she wasn't all in her right mind but it felt good to hear her say that. Even if she did steal the quote from 'The Dreamers', there was something sort of romantic about being complimented with a line like that. 

"You just ripped off 'The Dreamers'," he said.

"Don't you judge me," Charlotte snuggled up to the taller boy, her arms coming around to hug him. 

That was another film Luke hadn't watched in a long time. Melody couldn't ever watch it with him, she would just complain about how boring it was. She couldn't appreciate the art form and culture it represented. Not like Charlotte could. 

Luke held her, taking in her staling but heavenly smell of grapefruit. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, slowly warming her up. He saw the goosebumps ripple out over her skin, the hand with the fresh Virgo tattoo brushing over the collar of his shirt. 

"I think I want to take a break from Melody," he said suddenly, unable to stop himself before it slipped out. Luckily, Charlotte was falling in and out of consciousness, sleep moving in on her.

"Hmm?" she hummed, blinking her dark brown eyes open.

"I think I'll head back to my room," Luke said, gently moving to escape her grasp despite how badly he wanted to stay.

"You can stay if you want," Charlotte told him, trying to force her eyes to stay open, "Maria won't mind," 

"It's okay, love. Besides, you snore," he grinned. Charlotte glowered at him before settling back into the sheets.

"Cocky bitch," she murmured.

Before leaving he pressed a soft kiss to her temple, her light snores already leaving her. He had his eyes trained on her as he came to the door, taking one last lingering glance. She was peacefully asleep, sure to fall victim to one hell of a nasty hangover in the morning. He surely couldn't escape the same fate. He wanted to crawl back into that bed and hold her, to feel her arms wrap around him again and make him forget all his troubles. They'd done it time and time again but somehow, something here was different. He felt different, and it wasn't just the alcohol clouding his judgement.

For a split second he could hear Calum's voice in his head, trying to force out what Ashton and Michael had insinuated time and time again. The harrowing thoughts he had in the bathroom that November afternoon when he was late to their songwriting session. Could he actually want Charlotte? Did he want her to be his? She embodied so much of what others wanted for him, but was she actually what he wanted? What he needed?

♛♛♛

The lights in the room were still on when Maria awoke, her head throbbing and her insides being twisted inside out. She groaned as soon as she felt the hangover hit with the force of a wrecking ball. Sitting up was a bit of a challenge, but when she did all she could feel within was the vile need to expel her guts. She dashed to the bathroom in a flash, throwing up every drink she'd consumed the previous night. 

The guitarist was oblivious when she felt somebody hold back her hair, registering that it was probably Charlotte who was suffering just as horribly as she was -- maybe worse. But when she was finished and sat back, she was surprised to see Calum crouched next to her.

"G'morning," he grinned that classic, handsome grin of his. Sleep was still evident in his face and he had dark circles under his eyes. 

"Hey," she grumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Am I in your room?" 

"Yeah," Calum nodded, "Tried helping you to yours but you kinda' gave out on me in the hall,"

"Oh, God," Maria felt sick again, "Did I do anything stupid?"

"No, no, you were okay," Calum shook his head, "Just needed to sleep it off," 

"Where did you sleep?" she asked.

"The couch. I don't mind," he replied, "Y'alright?"

"Fuck do you think?" she mumbled.

"Temper, temper now," he said, managing a chuckle.

"Sorry," Maria glanced up at him through cloudy eyes, "I just feel like somebody hit me with a damn wrecking ball,"

"I know," Calum sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair, "I'll get us some water,"

"Thanks," Maria mumbled, but she made no move to get up from the floor. The marble beneath her was cool and soothed the excess body heat that flowed through her. 

Calum stood up slowly and felt his head spin. He blinked until his double vision cleared up and walked carefully to his mini fridge. Rubbing his eyes until he saw stars, he grabbed two fresh bottles of water, along with the bottle of Tylenol he kept in his bag. 

Maria had gotten up by now and was sitting on the side of a tub, a meagre attempt to get her shit together. She was wearing a jacket that wasn't hers, it was most definitely Calum's telling by the smell of cologne and aftershave. 

Calum smiled softly at her and made his way back over, sitting next to her on the tub and handing her the water bottle.

"Thank you," she drank from it slowly.

Calum shook his head a little after he drank, trying to will away his nasty headache. He didn't feel the need to throw up, which was good but any noise that was just that bit too loud was like someone taking a hammer to his skull.

"You mind if I pop out for a smoke?" he asked Maria.

"Smoking kills," she warned, finally sporting a grin. 

"Hasn't worked yet," 

He stepped out onto the balcony and shut the door behind him, placing the cigarette between his teeth and lit the end. The lads and his family had warned him time and time again about the risks, but Calum usually smoked whenever he had a hangover, just so that he could relax for just a little while. 

Maria wandered back over to the bed, still drinking her water bottle. She forced herself to stand because if she laid back down then she'd certainly fall back asleep. The more water she drank, the better she felt. Her eyes landed on the bedside clock: 7:08 AM.

She remembered how Calum had given her his jacket after they left the bar and she was still wearing it now. It was comforting to her. She recalled how they seemed to talk all night, all about the little things and the unimportant, but she could listen him drone on and on all the time. When they'd returned to the hotel she remembered her knees buckling under her from the fatigue and how Calum was quick to catch her before she hit the floor, then he escorted her into his room as it was the closest and put her to bed. And despite his own lack of cognizance he prioritized making sure that she was okay. 

Finishing the last drop of water she stepped out onto the balcony, coming to stand beside him at the railing. They smiled at each other and he offered her the cigarette, to which she accepted. She didn't smoke often, but when the opportunity arose she wouldn't back away. The stood over the streets of Vienna, watching the illustrious city slowly wake up along with them. 

♛♛♛

Charlotte sat next to Luke and read her book quietly. They shared the earbuds that was connected to his iPhone, listening to The 1975. It wasn't a long flight to Verona but everyone was notably tired after the previous night. Harry made sure to take the piss out of all of them for staying out so late. 

Ashton and Michael were playing cards and Chloe and Kimberly were watching a show on the tablet, Maria was passed out and Calum mesmerized by his own tablet show. Luke was sipping on a soda and looking out the window. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to Charlotte. 

She slid the book over and pointed to the block of text she pointed to, "what do you think?"

Luke dulled the music's volume and started reading the lines, no doubt another song she had inexplicably come up with on the spot:

"Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard, So if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word, When the doors are all closing, it's bound to get loud, 'Cause all these bodies are hoping to get fucked on the sound"

"Cool. What's it about?" he asked.

"About how my business is nobody else's priority but my own," she replied, "I don't know, I just sort of thought of it. I also just realized I swear at least once in almost every song I write,"

Luke snorted, "That's because you're too sophisticated for sappy words," he replied.

"My mom says it's because I'm uneducated," she chuckled, taking the book back.

"Remember that you're talking to a high school drop out," he said. 

Charlotte just smiled, rolled her eyes at him and continued to scribble through her book. 

They arrived in Verona in the late morning and all agreed they were too tired to go out and do any sightseeing. Besides, their schedule was too tight, they only had enough time to eat, rest, and head off to soundcheck. From the balcony of the Verona Arena, Charlotte and Luke stood at the edge and were greeted by a see of adoring fans. It was a little overwhelming, but at the same time exhilarating. Their shows in Italy kicked off with high energy and mass enthusiasm from the crowds. 

Catch the Caper did get a little revenge on 5 Seconds of Summer -- and they hit where it hurt. The morning their bus was driving to Munich, Michael was trying to find the eggs they usually kept in the fridge. This morning, they were no where to be found.

"Where are the eggs?" he called. Ashton was the only one to make the effort to get up and look with him, perplexed as the eggs were in the same spot they'd left them the previous day.

"Where the fuck did the eggs go? Honestly," he grumbled.

"Maybe they cracked up and left?" Calum grinned.

"Bad joke," Michael replied. 

On a whim, Luke had a curious idea, remembering the girls' thinly veiled threat for prank revenge. He then remembered they were all goofing off in the bus yesterday, any one of them could've had the opportunity to...

"Check the freezer," he said suddenly.

"The freezer?" the boys all gawked at him.

Luke shrugged, "Just check. We'd smell rotten eggs if they'd put them anywhere else," 

Uncertain, Ashton whipped open the freezer door, and to his astonishment he found the carton of eggs staring him in the face. Taped to the carton was a note: This is an egg-straordinarily chill prank ~ CtC.

"Bloody Capers!" he cried, dropping the frozen-solid eggs onto the counter, "They froze the eggs!"

"And made puns," Michael added. 

Calum was shocked, Luke was a little impressed, "Now it's on!" the bassist swore.

"Nobody can take my breakfast from me and escape the consequences!" Michael said. 

"Relax guys," Luke said, "We'll get our revenge. When they least expect..."

In France they had a little time to relax, now having fully adjusted to the time change. There was something about France that had Kimberly head over heels, similarly to how Charlotte reacted to Japan. The girls woke up early the morning they had to leave for Lille and watched the sun come up over the Eiffel Tower, and it was easily one of the most breathtaking things they have ever witnessed.

Charlotte had finished and tinkered on the song she and Luke wrote, not sure whether it would be a better fit for her band or his. Titled 'Saint', the song explored the connection of two individuals who relied on each other for emotional compassion and served as temporary relief.

... because life imitates art.

"I know it's chemicals that make me cling to you, And I need a miracle to get away from you, I know it's chemicals, and I need a miracle, And I'm not spiritual, But please stay, 'Cause I think you're a saint and I think you're an angel,"

She strummed the guitar and sang softly, only eliciting some attention from the girls as they sat on the other side of the bus, hearing her singing from the bunks. Maria peaked through the curtain, seeing Charlotte's silhouette outlined in the dark bunk. She smiled and closed the curtain again, letting her work in silence.

"I said, You give me something to talk about, something to talk about, I said, You give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head, You're a miracle, You're a miracle, A miracle"

Luke was playing the same song with his unplugged electric, Facetiming with Melody so she could have a first listen. And of course, she melted at the first few words, his voice like rich velvet.

"You like it?" he asked when he finished playing, "Me and Char wrote it,"

"Honey, it's so cool," she smiled, "I can't wait to hear when it's finished," 

Luke blushed a little as he slid his guitar off his lap, fixing the phone's angle so he could see Melody better, "I don't know if it'll be a 5sos song yet, I might give it to the girls,"

"I don't know about that, Luke," she shrugged, "Might be the direction you take your next album?"

"Maybe," he slid down so he was laying on his stomach on the hotel bed, resting his chin in his palm and staring down at his beautiful girl.

"Are you writing anything else?" she asked, hopefully hinting that he would write her a truly beautiful love song.

"Haven't had much time, I'm afraid," he replied truthfully, "I don't think I've gotten a full eight hours of sleep in weeks,"

"No rest for the wickedly talented, I suppose," Melody smiled, though she was a little perplexed. He had enough time to write a song with Charlotte, and while it was a beautiful song, she doubted Charlotte would ever pen a verse about her. 

"Don't fret," he grinned cheekily, "I got a couple ideas for some new content. Maybe one or two of them are about you,"

Melody blushed, "I can't wait,"

A new notification suddenly flashed across the screen, reminding Luke he had to go to soundcheck. They were playing in Zürich tonight. 

"What was that?" Melody asked.

"Just my timer. I got to run, babe; soundcheck," he said, moving to slide off the bed. 

"Aw, do you have to?" she mockingly whined. She hadn't had a full conversation with Luke in weeks, but she knew he had commitments he had to fulfill. 

"'Fraid so. I'll call you later, though," Luke promised. 

"Alright, if you have to," Melody huffed, "Have a good show," 

"Bye," he then hung up. 

Melody's phone flashed with the rate-my-call notification, but she shut off her phone and tossed it over onto her pillow, rolling over to stare up at the ceiling. She felt a little guilty at the bitterness that was growing inside of her, Luke had hardly bothered to ask how she was doing, yet he probably mentioned what he and Charlotte got up to two or three times. They even wrote a damn song together, of course they did!

She couldn't help the disdain for the young songstress whenever her name would come up, despite how many times Melody told herself that Charlotte could never hold a candle to her. What did Charlotte have to offer that Melody didn't? So she could write music, big deal. She was way cooler than any Bambi-eyed, Disney Princess wannabe -- not to mention her boobs were bigger.

He didn't even say 'I love you'. Then again, you didn't, either.

Melody shook her head and grabbed at her phone, the song Luke had just played still echoing in her ears. She should've loved it, but to be honest it annoyed the shit out of her because it was so beautiful. It was a beautiful song that Charlotte wrote with Luke. 

Her Luke. 

[soot-and-salt]

2,13,21,24,37

Oh wow, someone actually asked me things, okay this is EXCITING!

2. What's your shortest fic? What's your longest?

I tend to write about 1,500 to 3,000 words per fic, which isn't a bad spot for a one shot. I'd love to write longer things but my attention wavers. I usually will write everything in one sitting, usually in about two to three hours, and then post it. Sometimes I put down ideas or lines and dialogue into a Google doc or my notes app but I'm mostly, uh, doing it live, as it were. And usually right into the AO3 text box, much to the chagrin of my friends who think that is INSANE. And I can't say I blame them. I never said I was good at this, okay.

Anyway, shorter fics work better for stuff like comedy. My shortest fic is just under 1,000 words and was written as kind of a joke, based on someone's tweet. I love doing stuff like that, writing based off of weird prompts, in jokes, or artwork. My brain is a magpie and when it sees something shiny, about 2,000 words (give or take) falls out.

13. How many works have you published?

So I'm on my fourth or fifth AO3 user name by now. I usually get a new one when I write for a new fandom, my soot_and_salt name is the first time I've made a multi-fandom one. I simply couldn't wait the few days to get a new name email from AO3 to post a Hazbin fic, which truly is the entire vibe of my admittedly frenzied writing there. Over all my usernames, though, it's somewhere in the realm of 50-ish works.

21. What year did you join your chosen fanfic posting platform?

My first AO3 name was made back in 2018, which feels a little late, honestly. It's been my only place to post fic since then (unless private discord servers count too). Before that, I didn't write fic for a solid, god, ten years or so? I was big into fandom spaces when I was in school, mostly over on Livejournal. That is, regrettably, how old I am.

24. What are some of your favorite tropes?

Holy shit do I love a good, well done AU. I love examining characters through the lens of an entirely new experience for them. Like, yes I know you're USUALLY a war criminal drow wizard but what if, for about, oh, 30,000 words, you were now a violinist? Or a figure skater? Bookstore clerk? It's a fascinating way to really dig into a character. I also go nuts for a good evil turn for someone, just some nice indulgence in their worst habits. That can be a very good, usually bloody and violent, good time. Speaking of, enemies to lovers is also delicious when they're the right characters (cough-AlastorandVox-cough). One bed, getting together, and fake dating are all fun too, if done right. Oh, and I go nuts for vampires.

I'll usually read almost anything, honestly, as long as it sounds interesting. I have like nearly 100 AO3 tabs in like four fandoms open right now, it's a problem.

37. Do you have any older fics you would consider rewriting?

There are fics with really solid bones I wish I'd written when I was better at writing but I don't think I'd rewrite them. They exist as they are, a testament to where I was at the time, and there's something good and important in that too. So I take what I think worked or what idea I had and save them for another day or another fandom, but the fic itself remains.

I usually post a fic, re-read and edit it obsessively for a day or two, and then move on. Sometimes I'll spot a typo or a missing word weeks or months later and fix them up, but usually after a few days that fic is set in stone.

Okay this was really fun, send me more! :D

[starredforlife]

okay cool! all results (and brief explanations) under the readmore:

ALSO the brief explanations are for those that genuinely have no clue what the blurbs are trying to say, which is fair, because i was writing off vibes alone. but i want your interpretation and the way you felt to dictate what the answers mean to you, because they really aren't supposed to be pinned down in an offhand sentence anyways. too reductionist. anyways:

🎇 bandmates with firecracker sexual chemistry: you are like shooting stars. you are misguided and magnetic and drawn to your loves without hesitation. something about you gulps down anything it finds. and you're fun, and you stick your tongue out to anyone, and we love you for it with kisses and pulls of the hair. you will be remembered in fascination and jealousy. you are unforgettable.

you are impulsive, but fun!

🕯️ carnal and holy sinning (this is a love letter to myself): you are the world's leading cross bearer of the most guilty conscience. you feel everything you touch turns to gold but in the way that it becomes molten and rich; and what i mean is that when you allow yourself impulse (which is not often) it leads to disaster. when you want someone it feels like sorrow, and you love the world like tacky honey, and you'll wish it could all feel less heavy. you look at yourself in the mirror and yearn to stake the heart and ascend with peace.

you have a guilt complex and/or OCD

🪠 beavis and butthead: the two sides inside of you live inside either asscheek and are trying to come up with the worst fart imaginable. (what else is the ass for?) you love the smell of your own uh. ideas and would rather not waste time on what other people think bc inevitably it's fuckin stupider than what you had in mind. you are what, in my household, we like to call a "big brain genius". bold and offensive and high and mighty and refreshingly humiliating. don't you ever change starchild

you can't take things seriously (blessing and curse)

🧟 god-hungry scientist and their abominable child: you stitched something together inside of yourself and gave it life with light from the sky and now it won't die it and you can't kill it because part of you loves it and you're not quite right in the head or the person you used to be but at the end of the day it's simply a beast of sadness. you crave the mercy you didn't get from your creators and so i'm telling you please forgive yourself. please hold the monster by the hand.

you had bad parents

🥩 girl best friends (this will not end well): this is almost akin to cannibalism. something toxic and hateful exists in the way you hold yourself. you tout self-love, but is it actually that? or is it punishment? like the way two young girls who have no one else love and know each other, there's something deeply poisonous about how you handle your own feelings and self-worth. you are eating yourself alive trying to appease. please, by all means. start going apeshit on anyone mean to you.

you are scared to say no because you don't know that self-love means having boundaries

💦 the husband, the wife, and the pool boy: are you having fun indulging yourself, or are you watching from the sidelines, or are you letting people have a little fun with you just for the sake of feeling it? idk, maybe you're all three. maybe you're having the time of your life and others shouldn't judge you because hey, it's yours to spend. maybe the lesson here is that the husband should have his own pool boy.

you live life dissociated

🎥 dangerous parasocial celebrity fascination: how does somebody embody this as one person? simple. you are online way too much. you don't have to bare your secrets to the world, you are not our doll to prompt or play with, you belong to yourself. having an obsession with presentation was probably fun at first, but now it's a set of rules and you only have so many strikes until you're out. and to that i say whatever dude. just be. allow the side of you that is not a cardboard glamour exist as they are without pursuit of difference. you are allowed to exist plainly.

your live as if you are performing for others

🦷 dentist tasked with a child piranha: you are very scared of many many things but you are also incredibly determined to do as much as you can. how is this about a doctor and a fish-child? well let me explain. you are fearful and so you bite and flop, but you are also someone who loves the world and the people in it and you want to achieve things and so sometimes. you have to strap that fish to a chair and floss and rinse and do things anyways. this is a battle every time and so i respect you thoroughly for keeping those pearly whites shining, even though the bit is chomped.

you have anxiety and are being so brave about it

🧙 wizened mentor and intrepid teenager: you may have been called an old soul as a kid, and now you're doing everything you can to benjamin button that back. in your head of heads you can hear yourself giving advice, but the heart of hearts says no, i will not miss out on myself ever again. i can do this. and it really is about finding that balance before you end up buying too many goddamned hatsune miku figurines trying to endorse that inner child. but please do buy at least two. i know you deserve it.

you are learning how to indulge your inner child

🧸 big bear; little princess: this is a fun dynamic isn't it? a big burly character, often aloof, finding warmth and love while caring for a little helpless person or animal. and so that's the duality here, one where you can be tough and butch and gruff, but that's because you're protecting a deep sense of wonder and delight for what you love that others have poked at before. it's not selfish to enjoy that side of yourself, and it's not weak to show it either. i promise i promise, the right people want to see you love.

you're tough for your own reasons, but you don't really want to be

🌕 sun and moon: for some you shine just right, and for others you are too much or too little. people either hate seeing you rise over the horizon or pray and send blessing to you like a favorite god. you are timeless and there are not many like you, you who can embody both a burning star and a cratered rock. what i'm trying to say is that your duality compliments itself very well, but not everyone will understand why they can't get what they want from you. it doesn't matter. burn strong when you feel the need, and be gentle in the nights it's called for.

you do not mold to others' expectations

👤 you and the hat man: oh boy you're fighting demons aren't you. it's like you're in a constant staring competition with something that's always in the peripheral. what the fuck. (at least, that's how people who don't know you would react). at this point you've probably gotten pretty familiar with the hat man. he's a reliable kind of guy. keeps to himself, sure, but you can trust him to be there. maybe a haunting isn't too bad if it's never left your side. you can only imagine what it will be like when he's not there any more.

you don't remember your past well and it freaks you out, even though you're used to sitting with that now

🐺 moon curse of the werewolf: you have found yourself hungered or sickened or ambitious to the point of emotional carnage. you are fine, until you're not, and then you could rip someone in your way apart with your bared teeth by complete accident, and later claw at yourself in fits of pain trying to apologize. do you look at the moon that blessed you in her name, at her marred beauty and baneful eyes, and wish she could just crush that loving-hateful heart of yours before it crushes itself? every bite you take out of flesh is a response to the threads of silver bullets in you that haven't healed. the duality is that the human inside is howling too, gnashing, and without the wolf pelt, everyone can ignore it and turn away. at some point, you got tired of the moon being your only witness. now the wolf is there to make sure others know that you are hurt, and deserving of humanity, of attention to wounds. because that wolf loves you; all of you; and knows when you are hurt better than yourself.

you have been hurt so badly that it can't help but show itself in the ways you cope/react

🔵 the most important person and the pale blue dot: it's you. you're the most important because you are here and alive on this planet, that, in the scope of it all, isn't even the most of anything. the silliness of how vast our home is and how many of us there are only makes each of us that much more incredible. every time you kiss the cheek of a loved one you are telling the Earth that she is important in all the little ways, and thanking her for making others to hold. and likewise, when you hurt one of hers, she festers, and when she is hurt by yours she reciprocates--bellowing, and bleeding. she is important because you make her big and you are important because she made you small. and so…take care of each other.

you've looked at the big picture, and found yourself in it

🍀 moss-eaten robot (i.e. the workaholic whose body has had enough): the robot is dead? the robot is living. or a zombie, a botanical garden, an ecosystem, or a ghost of one. children watch you and wait for you to blink, mesmerized by how human you could look if you did. you are a shell, no lungs or organs to speak of, but the plants have found you and thought: we want to entwine in your wires like veins and give you oxygen. we want to turn your face to the sun with our leaves and help you feel the warmth of its rays. we want to water your rusted plates and bring you to the god of Pan as our greatest offering. sometimes, you want to get up, feel the gears whir and turn, and blink. but you are at peace, and you are understood, and so you rest. the time will come for your aching body to move, and you will know when that time is, but right now: you are not a machine. your metal and copper was made of the earth. so listen to the moss--and slumber.

capitalism sucks babey!

do y’all want me to do a little post that has the blurb for all the results for the duality uquiz results?

[saulocept]

and now i’m covered in you

pairing: re2r! leon/reader

rating: t

summary: It’s love at first sight. It has to be. Or else there’s something very wrong with you, your sanity rattled along with every bit of your common sense. Not that it matters at this point. There’s something between you, you think, and you don’t think you’re imagining it.

notes: direct sequel to this, but it’s all vibes & no plot. also i’m uh. taking some requests in? trying to get back into writing so i’ll just mostly do short stuff & anything’s ok :) 

for uh. more info, you can go here. and uh. if youve read this far thank u!

Apparently, it’s really easy to form friendships when you’re the only two people left on Earth. Or three, if you count the man lying on the couch in the lobby, though you haven’t even exchanged a single word with him for it to count. But still; you could probably be friends with him if you try, even if all he could manage is a grunt in response.

Scratch that, you could probably do a lot of things if you try. At this point, you wouldn’t even be surprised if it turns out you can shoot spiderwebs out of your hands or if you’ve been a mutant in disguise all along. It feels silly to even think of that, but every thought that comes into your head is almost always silly.

You wonder if it’s just your brain’s way to distract you from your grief. It’s still a little hard to believe what your best friend had turned into. Jen: bright-eyed and cheerful. Loud-mouthed most times, but she’s always known the right thing to say.

It still feels surreal to imagine that she’s just gone, just like that, so quick and with hardly even a sign. Weren’t you just talking to her last week, setting up some plans, making jokes?

And now, you can’t even recognize her among the sea of corpses that litter the streets outside, and you hate it, hate yourself even more for it. Shouldn’t you have done something, anything, tried to save her? That’s what a real friend would’ve done, that’s what she would’ve done if it were you in her shoes. She would’ve tried to get to you. She wouldn’t have simply run, just as you had, wouldn’t have let you get shot, just like you did. Wouldn’t have let you be dead, rotting outside with all the other corpses.

Jesus. Does her family even know what’s happened? Or are they waiting for her to call, expecting her voice from the other side of the phone, not realizing they wouldn’t ever receive one, nothing from her ever again. Even the thought of it makes you nauseous. Guilt washes over you, heavy as a rock, pressing in on you like dirt. You should’ve done something more. Her family would’ve wanted you to do something more. You shouldn’t have let it end just like that. You shouldn’t have—God, you want to throw up.

“Hey,” Leon says from beside you as if sensing where your thoughts are headed. Slowly, you turn your head to the side, catch him staring worriedly at you. When he sees you staring, he gives you a reassuring smile, reaching over to pat you gently on the shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.”

He’s trying to comfort you in his own way, even if you don’t deserve it. Even if he probably needs it more than you do. God, he’s so nice you feel as if you could cry. “Yeah,” you say, trying to blink back the tears. “Yeah, I know.”

His gaze softens. “We’re going to get out of here, okay? And then we…” he trails off, scratches the back of his neck as if realizing he’s already run out of things to say. He glances at you, gives you a sheepish smile, and you can’t help the way your lips quirk into a smile; he really is so nice, and adorable to boot, too.

If Jen were here, she’d have teased you already, chiding you for developing a crush on a man you met literally just hours ago. But then you shake your head, push the thought away. Nope, no Jen. No bad thoughts.

There’s time for grief later, when everything’s said and done, but for now, there’s something else you need to focus on. “Do you think it’s just this city?”

He hums under his breath, as if thinking your words over. “I don’t know,” he says truthfully. “By the time I arrived here, everyone’s already like that.”

“Yeah,” you say, nodding sympathetically. That’s something you can relate to, at least. “Same here. I think we’ve both just got really shitty luck.”

He laughs, mildly amused by your statement, then shakes his head. Silence settles between you, broken quickly when he says your name. “You know, I’ve been wondering. How were you able to survive all this time without a weapon?”

You fish the rock out of your pocket, closing your palm over it and shaking it at him like a toy.

“A rock?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. He seems genuinely impressed. “And it worked?”

“I haven’t really tried using it,” you admit, shrugging. “But I couldn’t find anything else, and I figured that if I throw this really hard at their faces, it’d distract them long enough to forget about me.”

“Really,” he says flatly. He doesn’t look like he believes you, his face all scrunched up like he’s trying really hard not to laugh, and you give him a glare in response, shoving the rock back into your pocket. He shakes his head, snorting, though you can see now that his smile has morphed into a grin.

“Here,” he says after a moment, fishing for something out of his pocket. “Give me your hand.”

Reluctantly, you do as he asks. He presses something into your palm, closes your hand over it. Smooth as steel, cold to the touch, but warmed by his hands. A good kind of warmth, you think, though you won’t say it out loud. Slowly, you turn it over in your hands, trying to see it better, and it takes you a moment to realize that it’s a knife, glinting almost brightly in the moonlight.

“But it’s yours,” you say, frowning. You try to hand it over back to him, but he shakes his head, shoves his hands back into his pockets when it’s clear you aren’t just going to take no for an answer. “What if you need it?”

“I’ve got a gun,” he says, as if that’s enough of an answer. It’s not, you know, and you open your mouth to protest again, but he raises a hand, cuts you off before the words can leave your lips. “And that’s only in case we get separated. You’ve got nothing to worry about while I’m here, I promise.”

He smiles at you again, and it’s almost easy to get lost in it, in everything. For a second, you could almost forget everything terrible that’s already happened. The sea of corpses outside, the countless hordes of zombies still waiting to get a taste of you. Even the greatest poets couldn’t ever recreate a moment as romantic and as hopeful as this – and then as quickly as the thought comes, you push it away, shove it down.

Jesus. What the hell’s wrong with you? You shouldn’t even be thinking of something like this, especially when there are more pressing matters to think about. Like how to get out of this place alive, make it to the other side, get some help, maybe – in that order.

“Now, come on.” Gently, Leon takes your hand in his, pulls you along with him, oblivious to the pounding in your chest or the churning in your gut. “Let’s find a way out of here.”

-

It’s love at first sight. Or maybe you’ve hit your head against something one too many times. It wouldn’t be odd, considering that you’ve been running away from zombies for more than a few hours now. Or days. Nights. You can’t even tell anymore. But it’s love at first sight. It has to be. That, or just you’re thoroughly fucked in the head.

“Which way did you say it was again?” Leon asks, snapping you out of your reverie. You blink a few times, staring at him blankly in confusion, and he stares back at you, mirroring your own confusion with a furrow in his brow.

God, you want to reach out and smooth the crease out with your fingers, ease him of his worries. You shake your head, snap out of it. Maybe you really have lost it. Maybe you’ve got bitten and you didn’t just know it, and this is one of its symptoms, something that would inevitably get worse later on.

He meets your eyes. There’s worry in his expression now, and even the idea of him being concerned for you makes your stomach twist into knots. What the fuck is going on with you? “Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yep.” It comes out quick, sudden. From the way his eyes narrow, you can tell he doesn’t quite believe you, but you cut him off long before he could press you for more. “Just dandy. What was your question again?”

He blinks, startled that he’s nearly forgot. “Right.” He clears his throat. “Which way do you think we should go first?”

You hum under your breath, thinking. You’re flattered that he values your opinion enough to defer to you when it comes to matters like these. But you know nothing about this place, being just a visitor and all, and you’ve told him as much before, but he’d just been quick to shake it off, giving you that sweet signature smile that makes your heart all aflutter, patting you on the shoulder and telling you there’s no one else whose instincts he’d trust.

And when he says it like that, who are you to refuse? Still, you’re just worried you might just lead you both to the gallows, food for the zombies lurking around. It turns out the station isn’t entirely safe from them as you’d initially thought, but you find that you’re not as nearly worried as before. Maybe it’s because you’ve got Leon with you, whose mere presence is enough to ease your concerns.

Plus, he’s a weapons expert. Or maybe there’s no one else around to compare him to. You’re practically nothing next to him, only cheering him on from the sidelines as he brings down zombie after zombie (it’s still odd to call them that, but you’ve found that there’s no other name that fits), trying not to stare at him too much as he handles the shotgun with more ease than you can ever muster in your life. Okay, enough.

You glance at your surroundings. There are two hallways you can go to from here, split into left and right paths, both too dim for you to assess. As far as you know, these weren’t ever on the map, and it’s either too old that it’s forgotten to be included, or it’s a secret deliberately left out entirely. You bite your lip, chew it between your teeth.

Whichever path you pick, you know you’re in for a surprise. But there’s no getting out of this one. Leon’s still staring at you expectantly, and you hope that you’re leading him on a safe path at least. “Left, I think.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nods thoughtfully. “Left it is.”

He shines the flashlight in front of you. It’s not enough to see what’s waiting for you on the other side, but it’s enough to see whatever’s in front of you. Smooth marble tiles, free of blood and mud. That means no one’s ever been here yet until now, and briefly, you wonder what you’ll both find.

You frown, wrapping your arms around yourself. Suddenly, the idea of knowing what lies ahead seems a little too daunting, and instinctively, you walk a little closer to your companion, pressing against him like you’re desperate for comfort, his assurance.

He stops, turns to look at you. He must’ve seen the look in your eyes, the worry etched in them, and he reaches out with his free hand, squeezing your shoulder as he smiles at you. “It’s okay,” he says, and it’s almost easy to believe when he’s giving you that look again, the kind that seems like a promise that everything will be okay.

If it were anyone else, you would’ve shaken your head, would’ve hesitated. But it isn’t just anyone else; it’s him, it’s Leon, and when has he ever let you down? You nod, smile back at him. “Okay.”

You reach for him with grabby hands, and he laughs, though he takes your hand in his, and his skin is warm against yours, his touch familiar. He’s held your hands a lot of times now, enough that you’ve begun to lose count, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling of his hands in yours, or to the way his warmth makes you feel all wiggly inside, your heart beating wildly against your chest, ready to spill out of you any minute. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

He squeezes your hand. “Ready to find out if there’s a big, mean zombie on the other side?” His voice is playful, teasing. He’s trying to get your mind off things, trying to ease your worries – something only he knows how to do.

You laugh, squeeze his hand back. “Yeah.”

Together, the two of you step forward into the dark, and for the first time in your life, you don’t feel completely scared.

-

There’s only one room in this hallway, and it turns out there’s nothing in here but boxes. Stacks of them, high enough to reach the ceiling. Some old things left behind by people who probably don’t work here anymore, or by people who’ve long since passed away. Either way, there’s nothing for you here except a few supplies: a box of old ammo, a really old gun – something he’s quick to stow away for later use, refusing to hand it over to you even when you’d pouted and glared. There’s also a rusty combat knife placed on top of one of the boxes, but you know that if the zombies don’t get to you first, the infection you get from even using this will, so you’ve mostly left it alone.

“Seems like this is it, huh,” Leon comments from beside you. His voice is soft, quiet, though with how quiet it is, his words echo in the hollow space, bouncing against the walls and then back. You frown, look around you, afraid the noise will wake some ancient being slumbering beneath, but there’s only nothing in here but silence. And dust, lots and lots of dust.

“You think there’s a secret door here somewhere?” you ask, leaning close to whisper. You still don’t like the way your voice seems to echo, so you try your best to keep quiet, afraid that someone really will come crashing against the walls any minute, the way the other zombies seem to do.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling in amusement. Still, he doesn’t dismiss you outright; he shines the light around him, does another brief search with his gaze. He turns to you, shakes his head, still smiling. “I don’t think there’s anything else in here.”

You nod. “We should see what the other hallway holds. Maybe we’ll find a knife we can actually use.”

He hums in agreement, reaches for you with his hand.  “Shall we?”

He doesn’t even need to ask twice; you let him take your hand, let him pull you along, out of this place, and into another unknown.

-

The right hallway is more like a maze than the left one; there are more doors, more rooms lined up side by side, its doors patterned with symbols you couldn’t understand. This place seems like it’s been frequented, visited often before being completely abandoned, forgotten entirely. Broken windows, marble floors littered with cracks, some tiles sticking out like puzzle pieces. Shards of mirror here and there, the edges dark with something akin to rust. Or is it dried blood?

The thought of it makes you shiver, and you shake your head, try not to think about it. Still, you can’t stop the way your stomach churns in fear, how the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Something’s happened here, once.

Curiosity gets the best of you for the first time. You’re moving before you can think, exploring without a care in the world, your footsteps echoing in the silence as you push on doors, turning the knobs, trying to see which ones would open, which ones wouldn’t. You’re only lucky you’ve got Leon by your side, stopping you each time you attempt to go farther.

“Hey, don’t,” he warns, pulling you back against him before you can move to open another door. He throws you a disapproving glance, pushes you behind him, blocking you with an arm as if to shield you from whatever’s up ahead.

Warmth blooms in the pit of your stomach, and you bite the inside of your cheek, grateful he isn’t looking at you, afraid he’ll see the heat creeping up your cheeks, how flushed you feel all over all of a sudden.

There’s a rumble somewhere in front of you, and all thoughts of him quickly disappear. You look around you, trying to find the source, but there’s only nothing but darkness ahead. It takes you a second to realize that the rumbling’s not coming from in front of you, but beneath you, and you only manage to yell out a quick warning before you’re tumbling down the floor and into another unknown.

-

It's comical, how quickly things had gone south. He grabs your hand, tries to save you, pulling you back, but he too, loses his footing, the broken floor crumbling with his weight. He tumbles down with you, and ever the hero, he rolls you over, wraps his arms around you as he bears the full brunt of the fall. You land on top of him, your head resting against his chest, completely unharmed. You don’t think you could say the same about him, though, if the little pained noises he makes are of any indication.

“Leon?”

He hisses in response; it takes him a second to fully answer your question. “Still… alive. Mostly.” He tries to laugh it off, but it comes out as a wheeze, and you curse under your breath, wondering if he’s broken a bone trying to cushion your fall.

“Shit.” You scramble away, but it’s hard to move when you can barely see anything around you. “Are you okay? Did you break anything?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies, though it’s not hard to know that he’s lying. He’s probably trying not to worry you too much, and you can’t help but feel a little bad about it. You hear the rustle of a fabric, chalk it up to him sitting up, slowly moving around. You make grabby motions with your hands, trying to reach blindly for him in the dark, and it’s almost second nature by now, how quickly you find his hands, how easily he could guess what you’re thinking, letting you take his hand in yours.

“Leon?” you say again, and he hums under his breath, just to tell you that he’s still there, still listening. He squeezes your hand comfortingly. “Can you turn the light on?”

“Okay.” Gently, he pulls away from your grip, and you hate how quickly you miss the warmth of his hand in yours, the familiarity of his touch. Still, you wait with bated breath, listen to him scrambling in the dark, searching for his things.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, and you don’t like the way he says it, a little fearful, almost panicky. “I think I dropped it.”

Shit indeed. “Really?”

“It’s not with me,” he says. You hear the sound of fabric rustling again, though the search is quicker this time, yielding the same results. “I think I lost it earlier when we were falling.”

“Oh.” Now you feel doubly bad. If only you hadn’t been too curious; if only you’d heeded his warnings. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Now he’s the one who’s reaching for you, taking your hand in his, and it amazes you how easily your hand fits into his grip, as if it’s meant to be there all along. You bite your lip, shove the thought down. Not the time. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know,” you say, because it’s the only thing you could think of saying. “But still—”

“Hey, no worries,” he says, cuts you off before you could even finish speaking. He squeezes your hand once more, a silent reassurance. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Here’s the secret room you’ve been telling me all along,” he continues after a pause, and you could hear the smile in his voice, that playfulness he tries so hard to affect. God, he’s really trying to cheer you up, isn’t he? And you don’t even deserve it. You think you might just burst into tears. “Maybe we’ll find something here.”

You blink back the tears. “Like a flashlight?” you ask, deciding to play along.

“Yep.” Gently, he pulls you to your feet, refusing to let you go even as you find your balance. “Maybe a whole lot of things, too. A knife for you to use, not rusty, of course.”

You laugh. You feel light all of a sudden, like you’re not even certain what you’re even feeling bad about. “Okay,” you say after a moment, huffing out a breath. “Let’s go.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, but he gives your hand another squeeze, warm, familiar, and it’s enough of an answer. You walk ahead, further into the dark.

-

You can’t see anything in this place. You can’t even tell if there are windows around, or if there are doors, some other rooms aside from this. So far, you haven’t heard any zombies stirring about – which is at least a load off your back, because you wouldn’t know how to fight them off in the dark and you definitely have no intention of trying.

“Hey,” Leon mutters from beside you, and he’s so close that you could feel his breath against your ear, warm, ticklish. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to fight back a shiver. “I can’t see anything in here.” He pauses, as if looking around, then leans in again, whispering the words against your ear. You can’t tell if he’s doing this on purpose. “Can you?”

You shake your head, too nervous to even say anything out loud. Upon realizing he couldn’t actually see you, however, you clear your throat, voice the word out loud “No,” you say, and you hate how weak your voice is, how breathless it sounds against your ears.

He hums under his breath, thinking. “We should probably keep close,” he suggests, “Stick to the walls, find out if there’s a window somewhere or if there’s a room that has one.”

“Okay.” It’s a sound suggestion, one you can’t even protest to – not that you would, anyway, especially when you trust him with your life, but still. You feel like there’s something missing, even if you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud.

Not that it matters, anyway, especially when you’ve got a mind reader for a companion. Or maybe he just knows you too well. He reaches for your hand, takes it in his, twining your fingers together.

“There,” he says, and you could hear the smile in his voice, that mild trace of amusement he’s not even bothering to hide. “Now you won’t get in trouble.”

You’d scoff if you weren’t so giddy right now.

-

You don’t even where you are at this point. You’re still lost, that much is clear, but you’ve been lost since the beginning that it doesn’t really make much of a difference. Still, it’s getting tiring only walking around in circles, never reaching any new place, not even a way out.

It shouldn’t be too bad of a journey with Leon as your companion. He’s a careful explorer, not at all like you, keeping you close at all times, tightening his grip on your hand each time he’s convinced that the floors might crumble again a second time.

It should feel romantic, and in a way, it is, especially when he’s so keen on keeping you safe from harm, but you still can’t shake off the feeling of dread, even if you don’t quite know why.

It’s hard to see anything in the dark, and so far, you still haven’t come across any window, which makes exploring extra difficult. You can’t tell if you’re just lost, circling the same place over and over for the hundredth time, or if you’re somewhere new entirely, traversing into new territory. But there’s no other choice but to keep going.

-

Okay. If you weren’t sure what’s wrong before, then you certainly have an answer now. You’re being watched, and by something you can’t actually see. You’ve mostly ignored it at first, chalked it up to plain paranoia, but the dread becomes more and more prominent the further you walk.

You stop for a second, look around you, trying to see where it comes from, where it could be hiding. You find nothing of note, not an answer, not even anything short of a clue – just a sea of darkness stretching out on all sides. You frown, not quite liking this at all, but you keep your mouth shut and soldier on, knowing you couldn’t worry your companion over something that isn’t entirely concrete, based only on a gut feeling.

You follow after him, gripping his hand tighter, reminding yourself of his presence. He’s still here, still beside you. He squeezes back, a seemingly automatic response, and you exhale a breath, feeling slightly relieved.

You walk forward. The hallways are getting narrower now, and you’re certain you haven’t been to this part before. Still, you can’t shake off the feeling of dread, that prickle at the back of your neck, and briefly, you wonder if you’re being led into a trap or if you’re actually making good progress.

You haven’t noticed you’ve stopped walking until you feel the gentle tug on your arm. “Hey.” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you blink a few times, focusing on the sound of his voice, the warmth of his body beside you. Real, solid. Steady. “Are you okay?”

The concern is clear in his voice, unmistakable, and you can’t stop the way your heart gives a sudden lurch, your chest fluttering as if you’ve swallowed a mouthful of butterflies. “Yeah,” you lie, and from the way he’s humming under his breath, it’s clear that he doesn’t buy it.

“Did you find anything?”

“Not really,” you say, which is a bit of the truth. You glance around you, still feeling slightly on edge, but you don’t want to give him more reason to worry, not when you’re not sure of anything yourself, so you force a smile on your face – as if it’d somehow make him believe you. “I’ll be fine. No need to worry about me, really.”

“Come on,” he says. It sounds chiding, like he can’t believe you’d even say that. “You know I’ll always worry about you.”

You blink, not quite expecting that. You open your mouth, close it again, feeling like you should say something, but not quite sure what. Silence hangs between the two of you, awkward and heavy. He’s the first to break it off, clearing his throat, quickly changing the subject.

“We should get a move on,” he says. He’s careful not to mention anything about earlier, and you can’t tell if you should be grateful or not. “I think we’re making some progress. We’ll just need to find an exit, get somewhere new.”

You’re still too stunned to give a proper response, so all you could do is nod dumbly and follow after him.

-

You find that it’s good progress, at least. You’ve found a few rooms with a few windows, high up that you can’t climb up and see what’s on the other side, but it allows a sliver of light to spill through so you’re not completely shrouded in the dark. That feeling of dread still hasn’t gone away even now, following you from room to room, haunting you like a ghost no matter how much you try to forget about it.

But it still hasn’t shown itself, which you suppose is good. You’ll have plenty of time to prepare, just in case it’s something you need to fight. You exhale another breath, shifting closer to your companion as if his presence alone would be enough to ease your worries.

He’s poking around the room, trying to find something he can use, and you’re following after him like a lost puppy, not wanting to be alone for a single minute. He doesn’t seem to mind. So far, he’s found very little: just a torch, a box of matches that miraculously still works, another rusty knife, and a flashlight that has no batteries in it. Great.

He stops walking, turns to face you with a furrow on his brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” The lie comes quick, easy. Somehow, he’s even harder to convince when you’re no longer in the safety of the dark, your emotions hidden like a veil.

He frowns, looks around him. “Did you find another zombie lurking around?”

You open your mouth, say something in protest, but he’s shaking his head, refuses to let you finish. “Come on,” he says, squeezing your hand and lacing your fingers together. His touch is warm, comforting as is the rest of him. “You know you can tell me anything.”

You close your eyes, open them again, huffing out another breath. “Not a zombie, no,” you say truthfully, pausing as you try to find the right words. Even now, you still can’t explain it. “Just… I don’t know. A gut feeling? I can’t tell what it is yet, but it feels like there’s something watching us.”

He raises an eyebrow. “A ghost?”

You start to shake your head, then stop when you see the look on his face, rolling your eyes and smiling. “I’m not sure there’s a ghost in here, Leon.”

He shrugs. “We’ve seen plenty of things already. What’s one more?”

You laugh. “You’re right. But we can’t fight off a ghost.”

His voice grows quiet then, drops to a whisper. He sounds suddenly serious. “I’d do it for you.”

You blink, unsure if you’ve even heard him correctly. There’s a buzzing in your head, a pounding against your ears. You can’t hear anything but the sound of your heart beating wildly against your chest, ready to spill out. All of a sudden, your throat feels very dry. You can’t find the right words. You lick your lips, try again. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says, just a little too quickly. You open your mouth, wanting to ask more, but he’s not looking at you. He’s turned his head away now, avoiding your gaze. You can’t see his face, his expression. “We should go. We’ve still got an exit to find.”

You wonder if he’s already regretting saying anything at all. But then he reaches out, extends a hand in your direction, like he’s waiting for you to take it. He’s still not looking at you, but he doesn’t grab your hand like he usually does. Instead, he’s hesitating, like he’s testing the waters again, gauging your reaction. The closest thing to admission you’ll ever get. And a question.

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to smile. It’s routine now at this point, as natural as breathing; there’s no other course of action to take, no other answer. You place your hand in his, watch as he draws out a breath, his shoulders drooping, all the tension in him suddenly disappearing.

His hand closes in around yours, familiar, comforting. Safe. He’s still not looking at you, still not saying anything, but he’s lacing your fingers together, and your hand fits in his like a puzzle piece, and this too, feels like a confession. An echo.

[asset35-maya]

I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

//

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

//

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

//

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

//

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

//

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

//

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

//

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

//

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

//

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

//

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

//

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

//

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

[realcube]

comfort with the haikyuu!! boys hcs 💝

characters: kenma, bokuto, ushijima, tsukishima, akaashi

thanks to anon for the request (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ALL AGED UP! (no mature themes though) (i just like the post-timeskip domestic dynamics)

tw// hurt! reader, swearing, mentions of death, fluff, angst if you squint

Kenma Kuzome

bb has cat senses so he can tell when you’re sad

he can also tell bc you do the exact same thing he does when he’s sad, which is cuddle underneath blankets in bed, play animal crossing and blare lo-fi music to conceal your faint sobs

so when he walks into your shared room and notices you wrapped up in blankets on the bed, he does his best to suppress a snicker whicH HE FEELS SO BAD FOR HAVING IN THE FIRST PLACE

like he knows you’re sad but a part of his mind is just like ‘heh, (y/n) burrito.’ like you just look sO FKN CUTE!!

anyway, the first thing he always does when you’re down is approach you on the bed, sneak under the blankets and join to you to become a (y/n) & kenma burrito 

also, he might turn the speaker off depending on how loud the music is lol but if it’s at an okay volume then he’ll just leave it on and vibe with you for a bit as he desperately wracks his brain, trying to come up with something reassuring to say 

you usually comes up with the something basic like, ‘what’s wrong?’ but i mean, you don’t really mind - at least he’s making an effort and you know it must be difficult for him to think of things to say lol

depending on how sad you are, you might just tell him straight-up what happened or you might text him bc you don’t think you’ll be able to choke out an answer without bursting into tears again

then he’ll ask you if you want to be alone and act accordingly 

assuming that you say ‘no’ bc you want his presence, he’ll just recollect on the last time you comforted him while he was down and mimic it tbh

..you always comfort him so well 🥺 and whenever you console him, he always feels so much better so he just thought that maybe if he imitates you, then it’ll work just as well

so he started off by resting his head on your shoulder and whispering kind things in your ear just like you did to him, ‘you know i love you, right?’ , ‘i hope you feel better soon’, ‘do you want me to bring you some food?’

he’ll seriously do everything in his power to make sure that you’re as comfortable as possible 

and he’ll stay as a (y/n) & kenma burrito until you feel better or until the sun rises  ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰)

Kōtarō Bokuto

i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again - he’s such an empath and so overdramatic

so when he comes home from work and you don’t run up to the door to give him hugs & kisses- he’s about to burst into tears himself

so he sulks up to your room now IMAGINE HOW SHOCKED HE IS WHEN HE WALKS IN TO SEE YOU CRYING UNDER THE BLANKETS

emo-mode engaged :(

his hair deflates as he pounces on you and wails, ‘(Y/N)! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHO HURT YOU?!’ (ಥ _ ಥ)

and the bitch dives on you while you are under the blanket, essentially scaring and suffocating you 

‘bokuto, get off me!’ you shrieked, wriggling out of his grip and out from under the blanket

 when he notices you had escaped the blanket with tear-stained cheeks, he felt even worse 

he threw himself into your arms, howling, ‘(Y/N)!! I AM SO SORRY!’

at this point all the blood had rushed to your head and you had kinda forgotten that you were sad for a moment or two

‘bo! you should know you’re own strength by now.’ you muttered, rubbing the underneaths off your puffy eyes

‘I KNOW!’ he wailed once more, burying his face into the crook of your neck

you sighed while rubbing his back, unable to supress a slight giggle, ‘bokuto..’ 

there was ages of silence between the two of you before he pulled away to look you in the eyes and asked, ‘(y/n), why were you crying before i got here?’

you’d explain the issue to him and he’d do everything in his power to solve it because the way he sees it, why should he try console you when he can just fix the variable that’s making you sad in the first place?

like, if you were just fired from your job, he’ll go full karen and he will call corporate to demand for your job back if you don’t stop him

or if your loved one died, he’ll become a fkn medium or study resurrection

or if you’re just stressed from exams/tests, he’ll just be like ‘why do you need to go to uni anyway?’

‘so i can get a qualification.’

‘why do you need that?’

‘so i can apply for a job.’

‘why do you need a job?’

‘so i can make money, so i don’t starve.’

‘you can have my money!’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at how much life-experience bokuto had, yet he will still so naïve; honestly, you couldn’t even tell if he was joking or not. ‘what if we break up?-”

“DON’T SAY THAT!” he gasped, instinctively tightening his grip on you

Wakatoshi Ushijima

both you and ushijima’s pride did not allow y’all to cry in front of one another 

if you ever had to cry, you’d just run to the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the tap to drown out the sound of your sobs and just let it all out

and if he ever had to cry, he’d just do it in the shower

but like- you both knew when the other one had been crying because of their puffy, damp eyes but you both mutually agreed to not mention it

i mean, up until now y’all had both been able to flourish in the relationship while dealing with emotions on your own so why bother changing?

and if anything, you both felt more comfortable crying to yourselves

 that was, until today

you had cracked under the pressure of your job - you were simply sitting at your desk in the study room, doing some work then it all just came crashing down

ushijima had just stepped out of the shower in his towel and was currently wandering around the house in search of you, to inform you that he ran out of shampoo so it would be greatly appreciated if you were to add it to the shopping list 

but when he entered the study to see you sitting there by your computer, bawling you eyes out..he froze

like he had to do a whole double-take bc he wasn’t sure if he was seeing this correctly

your face was buried in your hands so you didn’t notice him at first but then you heard him awkwardly clear his throat from the doorway and your neck immediately jerked to look at him

it was quite embarrassing for the both of you, ngl

like he was standing there half-naked, staring into your red eyes in hopes that what he saw was just a hallucination

after what felt like hours of deafening silence, ushijima broke it by muttering under his breath, ‘uh, is everything okay?’

‘everything is fine, toshi.’ you replied, forcing a bright smile onto your face as you went back to typing, ‘did you come down here to tell me somethi--’

‘i can tell that there is something wrong.’ he stated, walking towards you while using one had to hold his towel in place and draping the other over your shoulders to pull you into his chest. ‘do you want to tell me?’

you let out a long sigh, resting your cheek against his chest while still staring at the many tabs you had open on your desktop 

but ushijima quickly fixed that by taking your chin in-between his thumb and index finger, then turning your face to look up at him, 

‘work?’ he hummed his assumption

‘yeah.’ you mumbled, quite surprised at how understanding he was being

but then again, ushijima obviously knows what it feels like to be overworked and burnt out too, so he was able to provide a lot of empathy in that sense

Kei Tsukishima

ok a bit of tsukki slander but i feel like tsukishima would make it worse WEILUBRGBE

wait no well, he doesn’t make it worse but he doesn’t make it better either

like he’ll walk into the living room and see you curled up under a blanket on the couch, lightly sobbing from underneath- and he honestly doesn’t know how to act

this is the first time he’s seen you cry bc usually y’all keep your emotions to yourselves - you’re both v independent like that （￣︶￣)

anyway, mans thinks he can just tease the sadness out of you 🙄

‘awh, is my little couch goblin feeling sad?’ he said shakily, clearly intimidated by your figure lying on the couch, and you could tell he was nervous per his use of the nickname ‘couch goblin’

‘‘TSUKISHIMA, FUCK OFF!’ you barked, hastily wiping away your tears and clinging to blanket to prevent him from pulling it away, as the last thing you wanted him to see was your weary figure just so he could tease you about it 

‘bitch, i live here.’ he hissed, rubbing the back of his neck - feeling rather conflicted

on one hand, you seemed serious when you asked him to leave; plus, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable by staying when you’re already sad

but on the other hand, he genuinely wanted to help

he’d feel bad if he were to just leave his s/o in tears when he could’ve done something to make you feel better 

‘do you really want me to go?’ he asked and for a change, not a hint of mockery or sarcasm was found in his voice

there were several moments of silence until you mumbled from under your blanket, ‘no.’ then proceeded to lift up your arm to allow him to crawl under the blanket and join you

he did so, pulling you against his chest so you could sob lightly against his cotton shirt while being engulfed by warm darkness

‘what could’ve possibly went wrong to make the evilest blanket demon cry?’

‘evilest blanket demon’ - that was definitely a new one, and you’d be lying if you said a small snicker didn’t escape your mouth at how monotonously he was able to deliver such a unique nickname

and after years of being in a relationship with tsukki, you’ve learned to find comfort in these nicknames considering they were a big part of how he expressed love 

in his vocabulary, ‘you’re so annoying.’ is equal to ‘i love you’

so him calling you an ‘evil blanket demon’ was, in his eyes, the highest and most sincere form of flattery

you eventually tell him what happened that made you sad and he just listens 

feel free to ramble on about anything/everything that’s worried you for the last few months bc he’s all ears 

he figured that other than make you dinner and hug you, that was the best thing he could do to help bc he was far from a romantic who’s good with words 

if he tries to console you verbally it would probably come out like ‘uh, don’t cry - i understand what you’re going through, i think, but like- cry if you want. this must be tough for you, to be honest.’

so he just listens to what you have to say and occasionally inputs a lil’ ‘mhm’ or ‘yeah’

he’s probably the most patient with you so you could stay sad on the couch for the next few weeks, as long as you’re eating the meals he delivers to you and you’re staying healthy, he’ll just let you mope until you feel better tbh

Keiji Akaashi

boyfie material right here

i’m hardly an akaashi simp but he’s probably the best at comforting you while you’re sad tbh

because he’s literally been dealing with bokuto and his emo-mode for god-knows how long so he’s very good with reassuring people😌

also, i just know that this man can detect emotions so well- evEN THROUGH TEXT ISTG

he’d text you the usual ‘goodnight ❤’

and you’ll quickly wipe away your tears that were blurring your vision to reply ‘goodnight 💕’ 

then he’ll deadass text back like ‘i’m coming over. what’s wrong?’

HE JUST KNOWS!! don’t question it bc he doesn’t even have a logical answer lol

anyway, he’ll arrive and immediately begin with the reassurance before you even tell him what’s wrong 

‘you’re coping so well, (y/n).’

‘i’m so proud and i love you so much.’

‘is there anything i can do to make you feel better?’

‘would you like a hug?’

‘you’re beautiful, (y/n). i hope you know that.’

‘do you want me to get you ice-cream?’

a king- 👑

also, you weren’t embarrassed to cry in front of him either bc you had seen him cry before 

plus, y’all both established at the very beginning of the relationship that you’d both try be as honest and open with your emotions as possible

so now, you were both sitting beside each other on your bed while sharing a banana split that akaashi made (you put the sprinkles on though so you basically gave it flavour ✨)

akaashi is definitely the therapist friend to so he gives great advice 

but if you don’t want his advice and you’d prefer him to just listen, then he can do that too 

honestly, he’d do basically anything to make you feel better 🥺

[sprinklesandshatters]

A Review on NCT 127′s 3rd Album <Sticker>

So NCT 127 just came back with their 3rd Full Album <Sticker> and this is my first 127 comeback since I became a fan last year! Neozone is such a special album for me as it was their first album that I explored entirely. I've known NCT as the group who never fails any expectations so I've kept mine up although I know they'll exceed it anyway. And guess what, they did! I absolutely love their new album hence this review~

This isn't a technical music review—as I am not a musician myself—but rather a listener's honest takes, goofy notes, and interpretation on each of the tracks in the album. I admit I've also struggled to build my own opinions on some of the tracks until I listened to them over and over again.

I have also heard there are mixed opinions on the title track <Sticker> and a lot says it's another acquired taste. But I think it's not just that, as it can be a grower, just like how most of NCT's songs were for me. Maybe after a few listens and a right passage of time, it will grow on those people. The bottom line here is, I like it a lot! 😛

So I listed down the songs according to their respective track numbers and followed each with a bulleted list of my opinions and interpretations.

(Viewer/reader discretion: before you continue, minors, do not interact as there are few 18+ contents under the cut. Thank you.)

1. Sticker

THEY DIDN'T JUST PUNCH A NEW NOTCH ON THE BELT LIKE THAT

THIS SONG SLAPS, LITERALLY SLAPS… AND WHIPS 

The recorder at the intro boyyyy I thought something was wrong but then I remember it’s NCT lmao

It already stuck in my head from my first listen from the Instagram audio.

With Taeyong opening the verse with his divine rapping, I knew I'm in for a new ride.

STICK-UH STICK-UGH STICK-UGHGHGH

To those complaining it sounding like noise music, imagine it sounding generic. I don't think it would fit as the title track. Not a b-track or in their repertoire, even. They are called NCT because they define the NEO in the music culture and music technology!

It honestly was an unorthodox, just like all of their title tracks, which I’m inherently here for.

Literally, no one does it like them!

The growls and the vocal flexes and adlibs! (You can tell it has Yoo Youngjin's brand.)

The crisp metronome sound that’s consistently ticking except for the pre-chorus and the dance break adds depth to the soundscape. I love how it’s used instead of the usual snaps.

The production quality blew my mind. Like how can someone think those melodies would sound so exquisite? CAN I CALL THEM GENIUS?

The piano at the back, oh my God—Yes! It adds this mystifying element to the song.

I'm not sure if it's a midi violin at the pre-chorus, but it added thrill to the song. It was a great transition from the bass line in the verses to the combination of the flawless harmony with the same instrumental.

"You treat me like a boy, like a grown-up child chasing a dream" JUNGWOO BABY NO MORE HUH

Taeil, Doyoung, and Haechan—the bridge vocal trinity!

But why the heck are they cowboys? I dig the concept, but why? LMAO

BTW GUNSLINGER MARK I’M ON MY KNEES YEEHAW

This is easily one of my favorite tracks from NCT 127's entire discography 💚

2. Lemonade

(⌐■_■)

Jaehyun starting off this song with his deep voice eee

The song opens to a verse oozing with chill confidence. They're like, yeah you're lurking because we’re cool.

This is such a huge slap to their haters. NCT's not chillin' like a villain, nah they're the main characters!

Well maybe they’re villains, but still ya not cooler than them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny enough how they could have just referred haters as simply lemons whose sour/bitter to the taste, but 127 squad's success is sweeter than all the haters' spiteful remarks so yeah, SIPPY SIPPY LEMONADE 🧃

"WOOF"

I might have just barked too wOW

Yuta’s vocals hooooO his voice just sounds so glamorous mhmm

Also Mark referencing their previous title tracks such as: Firetruck, Cherry Bomb, and Regular (it's Irregular in the lyrics) in his rap part 👌💅

I just love Mark's energy when he raps. HE RESOLUTELY BITES AND STRAIGHT UP EATS EVERY TIME HE DOES.

3. Breakfast

Now breakfast time, oh jeez!

AAAHAHFU—

Summer 127's bestie!

If Summer 127 talks about dancing all night long, Breakfast is the morning after.

You know what it is.

"Even if I gulp and drink you, it's not enough for me." oho Taeyong no you ha—STOP

Sexual innuendos aside, isn't it just sweet if someone tells you they'd want to have breakfast with you every day?  Okay maybe I'm melting at the thought 😩🙈💞

And I can see myself dancing to this song as I make breakfast (in the afternoon or at midnight bc I’m crazy)

This was an okay b-track for me at the first skim on the album, but boy it grew on me wildly.

Honestly one of my favorite tracks in this album.

4. Focus

Did I just invade a private call? LMAO

The analog voice filters make it like so.

Dude, this feels intimate in the level of eavesdropping a phone call between seasoned lovers. Then you realize you hear them whispering their kinks over the line and you're ooh, that's sexy! hfgklhfhf

My first listen to this, I almost went feral because,

"I can't wait to eat you…" when it's actually "I can't wait 'til we chill…" aahaha

"Baby call me when you want me." OKAY!

This sounds relaxing and chill. I'd love to play this on a late night drive or just before bed time along with Fly Away With Me, Sun & Moon, My Youth, and Long Flight.

Belongs to ‘make out session’ playlist  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That was lowkey a playlist recommendation, huh?

I'd be kidding if I don't say I could touch myself while listening to this song AHAHAFGHFJFJ

I didn't know this would grow on me this much lol I love love LOVE THIS!

5. The Rainy Night

Ooh, the holy melancholy!

Piano at the intro—I knew I'd cry to this.

This song isn't just about break-up, but the heartbreak after one.

The yearning; the remnant pieces from the shattering of what was once there.

I think I crumbled from this one.

This hit so hard I felt like I fit in the shoes with the lyrics throughout the entire song.

What’s fascinating is I clearly forgot the title when I mentally said this sounds like a sad rainy day song from the first listen.

Something I’d turn up when it suddenly rains, just because I want to feel the blues.

Taeil and Haechan singing in lower register? I wanna cry :( they’re just one of the best vocalists in K-music industry right now.

Could have been also nice if they added Yuta to the vocals.

"My selfish heart who waits for you to come back," OKAY WHO HURT THEM?

And the fact that they sang it so good that it translated every ounce of the emotions well even before I looked up for English translations is the reason why I love this song too.

6. Far

Hmm… What the hell?! Do I like this? Wait...

Alright!

The jumpy vibe from the first verse to the pre-chorus set the mood for this song. It sounds merry and heavy. It was honestly too much to take until I’ve reached the chorus part.

Honestly, I think this song could fit NCT Dream better, as it gives off a vibe similar to Hello Future's b-tracks. If some credible source say this could have made HF’s track list, I might believe you too fast.

Also Dream’s Deja Vu where they go na nananananana na na na~

Playful yet confident! That’s what I mean!

As usual, the vocals are insane! Vocal flex from left to right!

I swear Jungwoo sounded a bit like Taemin at the second verse that I had to replay it hahaha

I love hearing Johnny as a vocalist! SM, how many signs do you need until you utilize his vocal talent???

Taeil's part where he sings, "go nuts, go nuts, 'til we go bust, go bust" IDEK BUT I SNORTED A LAUGH AT FIRST LISTEN HFCAHKFHK

Not my favorite, but still great though!

But wait it’s actually stuck in my head???

7. Bring The Noize

Yes, they never beat those noise music allegations

HERE'S SOME NOIZE, BITCHES

I love me some noisy percussions. AND THE BASS YO

This screams so much confidence!

The build up from the pre-chorus to the chorus—FIRE!

This song reminds me a lot of SuperM's Super Car, especially with the engine roar samples and the battle cry-like singing at the chorus.

JAEHYUN RAPPING? You mean Jaehyun the visual, the vocalist, the actor, the model, the funny dude, aka my everything?! (markie bb look pls look away for a moment)

THEY DELIVERED IT STRAIGHT FROM NEOCITY THAT'S SOME NCT MUSIC RIGHT THERE NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THEM

When I said I'd play Focus on a late night drive, and if I add this in the playlist, VROOM VROOM SPEED LIMIT WHAT

OUTTA MY WAY

“We got no shame” ouh TAEYONG’S FLOW IS JUST VERY HIM AND HE’S IN A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN

You know what's so clever about this song? It's how it ended with Mark's final rap without any instrumental, leaving you  standing there with a doppler effect-like post experience.

A super car on a super speed just whooshed past you and you look its way as it zips through the road. It's gone in an instant but you're floored dumbfounded at a sidewalk. That's how I describe this song.

8. Magic Carpet Ride

This song… Wow. Oh gosh it's so beautiful.

Their harmony in the chorus—it makes me want to kiss someone so passionately that I'd cry.

This makes me want to feel love that transcends the universe. Literally, just please take me on a magic carpet ride :(

The background harmonies too oh my goodness—HEAVENLY.

Jaehyun's voice is so warm and soulful it fits perfectly with songs of this genre.

Okay alright Doyoung Grande!

And Taeil makes me feel like I'm listening to old school R&B.

The first time I heard this from the track video, I can't stop replaying because it's just that great.

This makes me want to love. I think that sums it up.

9. Road Trip

This is such a soothing song for me, especially how I easily become nostalgic thinking about the road trips I've had.

Whenever I listen to this, my brain immediately conjures up thoughts of my ideal getaways. Gazing at the sky through the car window, stirring up from a nap in the middle of the ride, and   eventually reaching your destination.

Oh, to travel around anywhere... (curse you covid-19)

Okay that's it. I'M PACKING UP.

But where do I go—

I could also imagine Mark playing this on the guitar and the other members sing along together, something like that.

Just Wholesome™ vibes.

I love how it evokes such a nice emotion within me effortlessly.

This isn't my favorite, but I still love this.

10. Dreamer

Eyyyy such a refreshing song!

This song is so bright it makes me want to dance. I play this first in the shower!

It reminds me so much of Elevator (from Neozone)

The horns make it more lively I think!

Yuta and Jungwoo's voice suits lively songs like this.

The background vocal in low register in Taeyong's part in the first verse is so good ahhfhf

Taeil, the R&B vocal king you are...

There's this part where Doyoung and Johnny harmonized, that at first listen they seemed to clash, but it sounded actually fine after a few listens. Maybe it's just that I've never heard them do it before.

And I think it's Doyoung's laugh at the end of the bridge? Oh my goodness I really love this too!

11. Promise You

MY FIRST LOVE AND MOST FAVORITE SONG IN THE ALBUM!!!

The first time I heard this from their NCIT Sharehouse Sitcom, I fell in love with the song already.

It sounds like something you'd feel from a warm, welcoming hug.

The lyrics are so beautiful and endearing. It's definitely a be-there-for-you type of song that will touch your heart.

It definitely sounds like a promise.

A song about platonic intimacy.

This really fits to be the closing song of the album. It's like the end of it but holds a promise that says “see you soon.”

Because they cherish their fans like that.

It's also like I've watched a movie with a happy ending, where the camera pans up to the clear sky and this song starts playing.

Speaking of ending, I would love to hear them sing this as an encore stage in their concert. You know, that moment just before the stage lights die down at the end of the concert where they send final blows of flying kisses to NCTzens. Then you come home smiling and crying.

This wasn't supposed to be this long since I originally planned to write this with just simple phrases and emojis but I got too engrossed lol. I also meant to include my own ratings but I figured it’s pointless since I can’t really decide about them hahaha

I really enjoyed the whole album and I love how they're progressively defining what NEO means by breaking through standards. It's not NCT music if it doesn't make you say "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" But then you realize it’s stuck in your head and you’re enjoying it already.

✨ OVERALL RATING: 127/10 💚

if you’ve reached until here, thank you for letting me share you a braincell or two 💞

[pain-in-the-butler]

The time has come once again

The Bloodbath

“I’m simply one hell of a butler” says Sebastian as he starts cleaning as usual

Okay so Agni’s taking no prisoners

Work Nerd, Science Nerd, and Jock Nerd team up to form the Nerd Trifecta

Team One Brain Cell joins up with Phipps, who is quite possibly their only chance for survival

Ran-Mao remembers how Harcourt beat everyone in the unfortunately deleted round and said “Not in my backyard”

So far, everyone else has simply run away unscathed or grabbed a weapon they won’t use because the game doesn’t record weapons. Rip Tanaka

Day 1

Ran-Mao bringing the canon energy by adding a second weapon to her arsenal

Phipps somehow always turns into Team Dad during these, so I’m glad to see he’s finding time for his favorite hobbies

Undertaker up to his usual Sneaky Antics

It hasn’t even been twelve hours yet. Kind of impressive honestly

Considering Harcourt lost his mace, I’ll just assume the attack Grell “escaped” from was the vicious stabbing of his trim little schoolboy fingernails

Bad vibes

It appears that Lau also brought his canon game

Sebastian in the most recent chapters be like

I’ve actually never had this event come up before and it has to happen between two of the more innocent characters in the series;;;; god Lizzie you deserve better even in the Hunger Games Simulator

Where’s a Safety Nerd when you need one

What’s better than this? Guys bein dudes

This is probably what happened after Ciel left Weston

Sebastian will take care of this for ya, huh bud

Other events:

Agni practices his archery

Wolfram goes fishing

Othello finds a cave

Soma goes ‘splorin

Edward goes huntin

Day 1′s Deaths: Tanaka, Sieglinde, Lizzie, and Macmillan. Someday one of the ladies will win

Night 1

Butler slumber party in the woods, BYOYM (bring your own young master)

It takes a lot of energy to be this blond

I’m happy for her :)

Yeah I’ll bet you probably do Lau

A tonal shift so abrupt I got mental whiplash

Can we go back to when Grell was looking at the sky pls

Thought about science too hard. Got a concussion

Thought about Ciel dying too hard. Got an infection

Aww dad :( Hope you caught some fish tho

Looks like Harcourt won’t be winning this one, gang

I stg the hunger games simulator is misogynist because the ladies always DIE /j

Ran-Mao is hopefully here to prove the previous statement wrong

Other events:

Bard gets a hatchet

Undertaker also passes out from exhaustion

R!Ciel goes to sleep in a tree

Day 2

Oh you five are SO going in my burn book for this. It’s what Grell would’ve wanted

Ahaha just like in the real manga... right guys (;

Idk about you but I’m rooting for her

I don’t think the simulator could’ve picked four people who were less likely to team up than this

I would too if I saw my best friend was palling around with an opium dealer, a grim reaper with a lawn mower, and another grim reaper that the first grim reaper doesn’t like

Other events:

Othello chases Wolfram

That’s the only other event actually

That means today we lost O!Ciel, Mey-Rin, Harcourt, and Grell. ffs, I hope Ran-Mao kills all of you

Night 2

I’ve missed you, rare pair simulator

The “unknown sponsor” was Undertaker and the “fresh food” was O!Ciel

Confirmed: Lau doesn’t get high off his own supply

Once again a ceasefire between the strong hungry boys is formed

Girl, you don’t have to do that

“Did you kill Ciel?” Sebastian asks

“No that was William,” Othello says

Sebastian punches a tree so hard that it combusts. “God damn. Fuck” Sebastian says

Wolfram just realized I put him in the Hunger Games simulator

Other events:

Phipps thinks about “Are you winning son”

Undertaker gazes at space

Ronald becomes Lost Ronald

Soma passes out

Bard gets some water

Day 3

Damn Agni who haven’t you flirted with

Finny sees that Bard has water and thinks Bard cooked it himself, so he wants no part of that (might be burnt)

What did he even have that was worth stealing? A fish?

Well I can tell you who isn’t creating that smoke: Lau

“What’s worse than two young masters? No young masters. Now get over here and make a contract”

Everything about this sentence is a fever dream

Other events:

Undertaker decides he wants a slingy shot too

Edward chases Dad I mean Phipps

Othello gets some ouchies from picking berries

Night 3

When your young master dies, you just get an infection apparently

damn Finny’s playing hardball

I don’t think anything bad has actually happened to Bard yet. It’s just been a grand frolic the whole time

I barely remember reading the first Hunger Games but Ran-Mao’s the Foxface of this journey: she deserves to win and I just know she’ll die in the stupidest way possible

Sebastian’s like a cat that can’t reach the bird it wants to attack, so it attacks the nearest other thing instead. Poor Dad

Two white-haired anime boys and a not-white-haired anime boy talk about who will die tomorrow. Anime doesn’t exist yet so the white-haired anime boys don’t know their hair color automatically spells their doom

Other events:

Edward starts a fire, which means he’s capable of smoking opium

Ronald gets some medical supplies

Othello gets a hatchet

R!Ciel thinks about winning

Lau gets an entire explosive, but he won’t be able to light it, so no it’s no big deal

Day 4

In Soviet Hunger Games, white-haired anime boy kills you

But why murder someone when you could just mess with them

Other events:

Grey scares Bard

Finny goes hunting

Night 4

Have you four even killed anyone yet

The list of “people who didn’t start the manor fire and also don’t smoke opium” now consists of Lau and R!Ciel

The mood is too light now. Someone needs to die and it better not be Ran-Mao

At last, Father Phipps has chosen his son for this round

Agni gushes about all the hot guys he’s simultaneously in love with, giving Ran-Mao a clearer idea of who’s still alive

Day 5

Girl, it’s about time, go claim some trophies

Finny’s easily got the longest kill streak and it’s a little unnerving

Father Phipps finds a new secret fishing hole

Othello doesn’t

Lau continues to put in all the efforts of a kindergarten bully

Oh no. He’s a yandere

Other events:

Sebastian fucks around and explores the arena

Bard fucks around and hunts for tributes

Undertaker fucks around and sleeps

R!Ciel fucks around and picks flowers

Night 5

I’ve never met anyone who ships Sebastian/Undertaker but I know you’re out there

Okay, maybe these four are even less likely to team up than Phipps, Ronald, Undertaker, and Lau

Edward sees I’m making jokes about people who build fires and stays hidden

Day 6

Canonically, that is the only way R!Ciel would win a fight, so

I probably could have predicted this

I hope these are the faces they made when it happened

The “unknown sponsor” is R!Ciel and the “fresh food” is an ear that fell off his own head

I’m not sure if I should be concerned or unsurprised that Bard’s Hunger Games life is more chill than his canon life

the “unknown sponsor” was the fish and the “clean water” was “fish water”

Other events:

Ran-Mao gets her third weapon that she doesn’t want to use, which is a hatchet

Finny finds a river

Agni practices archery again, but he doesn’t kill anyone because he wants this to go on forever

Night 6

Ran-Mao I beg you please. Release us from this purgatory of mediocrity

And suddenly we’re back to canon Bard

I guess not everything can be canon

Other events:

Both Agni and Phipps pass out from exhaustion. It’s 2:50 a.m. so I should really be taking a page from their book, but unfortunately everyone refuses to die

The Feast

Finny has been a stone cold killer this entire match, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the girl I wanted to win would get eliminated by him, but it still hurts ✌️😔

If you cheat on Othello, he will overpower you, killing you

Everyone else decided not to go to the Feast. Honestly, I don’t remember what the Feast is, but everyone who did go either murdered someone or got murdered, so I guess that was probably a good call

Day 7

I’ve had enough of this dude

Jesus Finny I can’t wait to see how many kills you got, I feel like you and Agni were the only two who took anyone down

Bard, Undertaker, Sebastian, and Phipps all hunt for other tributes but they’re useless and don’t kill anyone

Arena Event: Volcano Eruption

In one fell swoop, we lose Sebastian, Undertaker, R!Ciel, and Finny, jeez. But... that means it comes down to.............

FATHER PHIPPS VS. BARD

FATHER PHIPPS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow... Unlike his manga counterpart, this boy coasted the whole time and won... He basically went on vacation and he actually won... But then again, it’s Hunger Games Simulator and nothing is sacred

Well I hope you learned a valuable lesson today. I hope you did at some point before you read my post, because you sure as hell learned nothing from this. Thank you for wasting precious minutes of your life with me 😏

[myreygn]

What even is college?

summary: Yaku develops unhealthy studying-patterns when the final exams as well as college applications get closer and closer and as his friend and captain, Kuroo feels obliged to help him relax a little.

an: i really hope you like this @heyoitsgenderconfusion and have a nice week :) enjoy reading!

requests are open

O~o~O

The knocking on his door almost startled Yaku enough to make him drop his pen and he rubbed his eyes with an exhausted groan. “Yeah?” God, his voice was all raspy.

“Yakkun? It's me, can I come in?”

Kuroo. Shit. But honestly, what had he expected, not answering any calls or text messages? Yaku leaned back for a moment to regret not simply having sent back an “ok” or a “cant rn, text ya later”, because of course Kuroo would get worried and of course Kuroo would show up to check on him, then he took a big sip of his energy drink in the irrational hope of making himself look a little less tired. Stale. Gross.

“Sure.”

Yaku examined his friend as he entered, or at least the little he could see of him in the dimmed light of the room. Jeans, sneakers, a plain black hoodie. Simple clothes, but they looked pretty fresh and Yaku didn't even want to think of the loose shirt he himself had been wearing for... three days straight? Approximately? Urgh.

“Woah, what's with this darkness, Nosferatu?”

Before the Libero could protest, Kuroo opened the blinds and the bright winter sun light falling in hurt his eyes. The beautiful weather made everything even worse. What time was it again? He turned off the desk light and squinted through the eye-burning brightness at his friend. Messy hair as ever, but at least it looked fluffy and soft, probably freshly showered. Yaku scoffed. Jerk.

“Gosh, you really look like the dead.” Kuroo threw him a mildly concerned glance before turning around again to open the window as well and alright, that did it, the line was crossed.

“What the hell are you doing?! It's fucking cold!”

“Yeah, and your bat cave fucking smells, I can't even breathe. When was the last time you actually left this room?”

“This morning.”

“Did you go the bathroom?”

“I did.”

“Did you get food?”

“I did.”

“Don't lie to me. Whatever you're doing, it can't be more important than eating.” Kuroo leaned over the backrest of his chair to take a look at this books. “What are you doing anyways?”

“Studying.” Or at least he tried to do so. He wasn't really sure about how much of the science stuff he read during the last four hours actually stuck to his brain. Had it been four hours? Three? He still didn't know what time it was. “For college applications.”

“Ah, okay, I see.” Kuroo looked down at him in an almost lurking way and Yaku didn't like it. “You misspelled mitochondrion six times in six different ways on this page alone.”

“Oh, gimme a break.”

“How long have you slept last night?”

That was a very good question. One in which he had no interest answering, or at least answering honestly, because he had already awakened the concerned captain and he really didn't need the reproachfully concerned captain on top of that.

“Uh, I don't know, seven hours?” Minus four and it would've been remotely close to the truth.

“What did I tell you about lying?”

“What did I tell you about opening the window? It's December!”

When he tried to get up, Kuroo pushed him back into the chair with ease (Was he really that limp? Embarrassing.) and tilted his head in that cocky way that could drive everyone absolutely mad. His usual lazy expression wasn't there, instead Yaku was met with a dark stare right into his soul. Creepy.

“Tell me how long you slept and I'll close the window.”

Oh no, he didn't like this at all. Normally he would've just brushed all of this off and pushed Kuroo away, maybe even kicked him and then they would've put on a summer-vibe movie, because Kuroo was a pussy who froze at ten degrees and everything below, and made some hot cocoa. However. He really didn't have the energy to push anything away right now, not to mention lifting his leg, and he also didn't have time for a goddamn movie. Actually, he didn't have time for Kuroo as well. Why was he in here?

“Fuck off, you're not my mom.” Not his strongest comeback, but he had to work with what he got. “Who even let you in?”

“Your mom. Now it's your turn to answer a question.” The captain literally towered over him. Never before had Yaku been so aware of how tall that damn kid was. “How many hours, Yakkun? Just give me a number that is not the amount of liters of energy drinks in your body.”

“69.”

Kuroo just sighed. “Oh Yakkun.” Then, suddenly, he pinned him lightly in his chair and his hands were on Yaku's sides, squeezing and scribbling up and down his torso.

The Libero busted into giggles immediately and he didn't know what was worse; the actual tickling, his incapability of holding back, even though he wasn't that ticklish on his sides, or the fact that the pinning was completely unnecessary for he couldn't have pushed Kuroo off if his life depended on it. Which it did. He was too exhausted for this, he wouldn't be surprised if he just dropped dead.

“Nah- Kuroo! Noho!”

“No can do, buddy. You still haven't given me an honest answer.”

“I did.”

“You suck at lying, did you know that?” Kuroo's moved his hands up a little, making Yaku coil up in his seat as good as possible – anywhere, just away from those awful hands! “Come on, just tell me. I won't be mad, I promise.”

��C-close the window, then I'll tehell you!”

The tickling stopped and Yaku heard how Kuroo moved away from the chair. This was his chance! He jumped up and tried to make his way to the door, only to be grabbed from behind and pulled back just before he could reach for the doorknob.

“Come on, seriously?” The captain shuffled around a little, pushing textbooks and paper out of the way, then Yaku was dropped on the bed and Kuroo towered over him once more. “Dude, that was so sad.”

The Libero looked to the side; the window was closed. Was he really that slow? Had Kuroo really managed to fully close the window and catch him, even though the way from the window to the door was twice as far as the way from the desk to the door and yet... alright, maybe he should really go to bed. But he couldn't-

“Waah! Kuhuroo! Don't, dohohon't!”

Kuroo smirked down at him, prodding his hip and scribbling over the skin that had been revealed by his ridden up shirt, making him twist from side to side to try to avoid the tickling fingers. “You know how to make it stop. Just tell me. How many hours?”

“Suhuck my- three! Oho myhy gahahawd, threhehee!”

“Three hours?” Kuroo moved his hands away from the Libero's ribs  and clicked his tongue. “That's super unhealthy, you know that, right? You have to take breaks.”

“E-easy for you to sahay!”

Kuroo furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Nohot everyone is aha genius, you prihick!”

Yaku gasped for air heavily when the tickling stopped again and turned his head to the side so he wouldn't have to look at his friend. He hadn't meant to say what he just said, but who was he kidding, he was tired and the tickle attack only added onto his exhaustion.

“What are you talking about?”

“I have to study, okay? I know you're taking college prep classes and what not, but I'm not on that level, I can't allow myself to strut around and annoy my friends when I should be studying!”

Okay, maybe he was also a little mad. Mad at Kuroo, mad at himself, mad the school system and oh shit, his voice was breaking. Kuroo's weight vanished when his friend climbed off of him and he was pulled into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey hey hey, don't cry, okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset, I'm really sorry. I just...” Kuroo chuckled nervously. “I get it, okay? You think this is the best way to get through exams, but trust me, it's not, holy shit, it's absolutely not! You got time, alright? And you can't just pull through without taking breaks and stuff! It's 'Eat, Sleep, Repeat', not 'Cry, Die, Repeat'.”

Yaku choked out a laugh and dried his tears a little. “I know... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. You work hard too, I get it. I just... I can't fail these damn entrance tests, I just can't, I have to... I have to...”

“No, you don't.” Yaku squeaked and fell back on the mattress when Kuroo's fingers wiggled into his sides once more. “Don't give me that face, you know I'm right. I have to study to get into a good college, but you can easily get a scholarship, Yakkun. You're a kickass Libero!”

Yaku blushed, giggling harder as Kuroo latched onto his ribs once more. He would've rather died than admitting it, but there was a happy feeling settling in his chest and for the first time in forever, he felt pretty relaxed. “I- shuhut up!”

“Never.” Kuroo grinned, visibly catching on his friend calming down. “Even if you don't get into the college of your dreams, so what? What even is college anyway? You're smart, talented, you're a hard worker and you learn really fast! You can start your own business, you can travel the world, Yakkun, you can do anything! Don't stress yourself so much over stupid college.”

“K-Kuroo – stahap! Please!” Yaku felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes, from laughter this time, and his stomach began to ache from laughing too much. He really was exhausted.”

“Not until you admit it. Repeat after me: 'I can do anything'.”

“I cahan do ahahanythihing- Kuroo!”

The captain smiled softly and took his hands of Yaku's hips to gently rub his back when he sat up instead.. “See? That wasn't so hard, was it?”

“You suck.” Yaku breathed heavily and Kuroo waited patiently until he regained his composure. The Libero blushed a little more and almost didn't dare to look him in the eyes, but when he did, they were warm and soft. “But I... I guess I really needed that, so... thank you.”

“I'm always this kind, Mori-kun.”

“Shut up. And then leave, I'm going to bed.”

“Oh no, you're not, not until you take a shower!”

“Okay, okay, I get it, I'm gross.”

“You're disgusting.”

“Yes, thank you for your input, Tetsurou.”

“My pleasure.”

“Get out of my house.”

Yaku chuckled softly as Kuroo dropped a curtsy and weakly threw a pen after him. Maybe not answering any calls and messages hadn't been the worst idea after all. He yawned. Nothing could beat the idea of going to sleep though.

[elysianslove]

Hello! I know this may not be your thing but I decided to give it a shot, if not no biggy!

I was wondering if you would be interested in writing Gojo and/or Sakuna with an asexual lover? (One that doesnt feel sexual attraction but doesnt mind kissing and cuddling etc and loves physical affection but nothing beyond that?) And like, how a relationship with that kind of person would come to be?

Because Sakuna and Gojo both give off *he totally fucks* vibes.

So how they ended up with an asexual lover would be interesting, maybe the MC rejects their advances because fear of being hated for being Ase? Because they know that the other person definitely fucks.

How would their relationship work? How would the guy react/comfort the MC.

(Maybe it ends with a epilogue with no sex(as in penetration and blowjobs to be exact but mc later in a relationship would be willing to do things like handjobs and other hands on/Using toys to pleasure their partner because they cant in that way) but lots of passionate makeout sessions/kissing/sucking and worshiping the mc's body? Especially the collar bone)

If you arent into it that's cool! I totally get it!

This is pretty self indulgent after all ahahaha it's hard being an asexual in fandoms lmao.

hi my love!! okay to start off, i’m really honored you sent in this request to me. idk just the fact that you’re trusting me with it is really sweet hehe. i’m fairly knowledgable about sexuality but i don’t like to write about things i’m not 100% sure about because i don’t wanna risk doing anything wrong or accidentally offending you! but!! thank you for going into detail with the request, and i hope this is what you were looking for, and that i didn’t do any mistakes <3

i wrote headcanons so i can go into detail and write for both!! 

some nsfw under the cut, my loves! <3

ryomen sukuna 

i’d say, to begin with, it would take a small while for sukuna to even be accepting of his own feelings towards you. nothing having to do with your sexuality, just you in general, specifically that you’re human and so different from him. i don’t think sex ever crosses his mind, at least at the start, because he’s too busy being really angry over the way he can’t seem to control his reactions to every little thing you do. so he himself won’t actively work at starting a relationship with you.

but he will realize, over time, that you’re not doing anything either, even though he’s been noticing that you’re not pushing him or his advances away. like any act of protectiveness that involves him physically touching you intimately, you don’t reject, and you’re always ready to retort at any quip he had. he could tell that these feelings he had for you were mutual, he was just so confused as to why you weren’t doing anything about it.

sukuna’s a thousand year old cursed spirit. he does not know shit about sexuality. i think the way he’d look at it is fuck who you want and fuck who you like. i feel like nicki minaj’s said that before, has she? he doesn’t like thinking too much about it, you know? 

his confession would probably be a kiss because words? he doesn’t know them. when he feels you return the kiss he’s, deep down, elated, really, and this is simply because of his naturally sexual personality, he starts hinting at more, until you stop him. he’s really confused because you just kissed him back? you’ve been kissing him for so long why do you want to stop now? he can see the fear steadily growing in your eyes and he’s even more confused now he’s just. humans are so weird. 

when you cautiously tell him, “i don’t want to go further than this. is that okay?” you look like you’re waiting for the world to erupt in your face. he just frowns and shrugs like, “yeah but that’s not the point. do you not want me?” 

it takes about an hour and a half for sukuna to properly process what you’re saying. at first he’s so thrown off by it, not by you! he just can’t process the fact that someone doesn’t feel any sexual attraction towards someone or doesn’t crave sex at all. it’s not that he’s rude about it, it’s just a really foreign concept to him, you know? when you add that it’s just sex, and you’re okay with a lot of other things, the gears in his brain finally start working again and he just goes. 

*shrugs* ok. 

literally lmao. like i said earlier, sukuna doesn’t give a shit like whatever do what you want. 

because of the rush of emotions he’s feeling towards you, and the fact that this in itself, a relationship, and a relationship with a human too, he doesn’t really focus on the fact that he might want more from you. he’s easily satisfied with a lengthy make out session, and he admits it to you every time he sees you get a little anxious or unsure of yourself. 

however, his needs do grow with your relationship. it’s kind of clumsy, your transition into a proper long term relationship, especially with sukuna, but you two make it work. 

you agree to try different ways to pleasure him, even if he kinda rushes through them because he’s generally just excited to have your hands on him. at first he’s content with anything you’re offering, but it makes him feel kinda useless when you won’t let him touch you and you have to remind him that your needs are different than his and that you’re sated differently.

i see sukuna as a curious and experimental guy, so he would definitely let you use toys on him. nothing too extreme, because he still needs that sense of control, but you do use some toys like a fleshlight or a vibrator to rile him up. he likes using your hand too, because it’s always so soft against him and it feels a hundred times better than any toy. he learns not to overstep any boundaries though, and not to do anything that might make you uncomfortable even if it takes him a little longer. like i said, the whole idea is just different to him, so it takes him a while to understand, and he’s still learning as he goes!

he loves your make out sessions, especially after you establish your boundaries and your limits and what you’re willing to do for him. he absolutely adores leaving your skin a sky of blue, pink and purple it sends chills down his spine marking you like that. he’s always touching you all over, and just loves to grab and knead at your skin. 

in the proper long term, he doesn’t mind it at all tbh. the two of you develop a system, and he’s okay with it. the same way you would never cross his boundaries and force him to do anything he doesn’t want, he’d do for you too! it really never truly mattered, and it truly never will.

gojō satoru

different from sukuna, i think gojō would definitely be knowledgable about things like this. idk he just seems like the kind of guy that’s innately so aware of everything around him, and can read people exceptionally well.

he probably picked up on the fact that you weren’t comfortable with sex, or just didn’t experince sexual attraction, on his own, but never really brought it up because it was never his place. but the same way he picks up on that, he picks up on your obvious crush on him. he pays both details no specific attention until he starts to realize his own feelings for you, and begins on his subtle advances.

he tried to make his advances as sfw as possible, you know? just in case his suspicions were confirmed to be true. he was just extra flirty, sometimes touchy but never in an inappropriate way. very subtilely like always having your shoulders or knees touching or dusting of your jacket or feeding you a piece of his food. cute little things like that.

he gets super worried when he notices you start to distance yourself from him, because he can’t imagine what he might’ve did to push you away. he overthinks a little, worried that he overstepped his boundaries or made you uncomfortable in any way, but he isn’t afraid to approach you about it, to make sure he doesn’t repeat his mistakes, especially with someone like you, who he’s slowly growing more and more infatuated by. 

when you admit to him you’re asexual, he realizes he was right, but then he’s like, “and? did i do something?” and now it’s your turn to be confused because here you were worried about rejection but here he was worried about you? 

this specific incident is what makes you let loose and finally just freely admit your feelings for him. he’s ecstatic about it, seriously! all that’s on his mind is that he gets to go on a date with someone he really likes. sex is the last thing on his mind, and yeah, you’ll eventually have to talk about it, but not for now. it’s for later, when things get a little more serious. 

they do get serious, to both your delights, but the dreaded moment is approaching you. gojō definitely sits you down and says, “we’re only having this talk so i know never to do anything outside of your limits. everything about this relationship is 50/50, and i want to know ways to make you feel good, too.” 

please sir your hand in marriage.

i definitely believe gojō’s a kinky guy, and is more than willing to try out literally any sex toy you pull at him. genuinely, he’ll try anything you wanna try. if you ever offer a handjob, he’ll ask a million times over if you’re sure. usually, he likes to just do it himself, but have you there next to him. he won’t touch you, but your hands will be in his hair, and you’ll be kissing his neck, or just murmuring how much you love him in his ear, just spurring him on. he knows the last thing on your mind is anything sexual, but there’s just something about being under your watchful, almost bored gaze as he fucks himself.

anyways before i get too into it lmfao, he loves kissing you. loves loves loves it. not even full blown make out sessions, just gentle, serene kissing. he can kiss you for hours. 

he is also incredible at body worship and praise. paints your pretty collarbone pink and purple, whispers about how you’re perfect for him, describes all your features to you like poetry. he’s an incredible lover, really. nothing can make him fall out of love with you, absolutely nothing.