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Ready for season 2 babes

[miss-cinereo]

So I used to read just so much as a kid, just anything I could get my hands on, but when I got wildly depressed I sank into a fanfic hole where I've made a cosy little home

But with the power of anti-depressants I figure it's time to expand my horizons again, and after talking for years about getting back into reading I recently happened across the bookbingo by @batmanisagatewaydrug

I found it very inspiring, and after a google binge I have a decent amount of books I'm actually excited to read, so here goes

Progress so far:

March:

Literary fiction: Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

I don't actually know what constitutes literary fiction, so I googled lists of good literary fiction books until I found one I wanted to read so if this isn't that, I don't really care

It's very good, and about as upsetting as I expected (it's supposed to be). It’s a commentary on how society treats people based on intelligence written as a diary by Charlie, a "retarded" man who undergoes an experimental treatment to make him a genius.

(much like Charlie I have an unexpected amount of feelings about the mouse)

Childhood favourite: Heaven's Net is Wide by Lian Hearn

First things first, this is not a children's book. I read the original trilogy when I was about 8, and it's the only time my parents have tried to stop me from reading a book. It’s not graphic or anything but the first book (Over the Nightingale Floor) basically introduces the female lead by having her stab a man who attempts to sexually assult her (8yo me just thought she was badass)

This specific book is a prequel and immediately became my favourite of the series when I first read it, and what can I say, I still love it. This was my 4th or 5th time reading it and I just have such a fondness for the whole series. It’s feudal (japanese-inspired) politics with a slice of fantasy and I had forgotten surprisingly much so I was a delight to rediscover

Graphic Novel: The Arrival by Shaun Tan

It's a completely wordless story about basically a man immigrating to a new country. It does a fabulous job conveying all the different feelings through the art and the portraits and warmth and human connection are beautiful

I was genuinely in awe of the artwork, I cannot recommend this enough, it was such a moving story (not a single word and I legit teared up)

[lbibliophile-sw]

Breaking Habits

Also on AO3 @whumptober-archive - day 1: safety net, day 22: "watch out", vehicular accident @clonefandomevents - Haunted Clones week & 501st bingo - day 1: time loop

They say that it can take as little as 21 rotations to build a habit.

Rex doesn’t know just how many weeks he was trapped in the loop – he lost count somewhere after the 30th morning of waking up in the Coruscant barracks. Yet eventually he found the combination: he saved Fives, made the Jedi listen, defeated the Sith.

But then there is the aftermath. For all that he had been desperate to unravel the mystery, the routine had become familiar, comforting, safe. Details fading into the background as he focused on each variable.

Now… People aren’t where they’re supposed to be. Conversations take unfamiliar turns. Someone moved ‘his’ caf-mug from the shelf. Things change without his input, and it leaves him wrong-footed and unsure.

The first time he leaves the barracks After, only Jesse’s reflexes keep him from being run over by a speeder-truck. Rex didn’t check, because this intersection is always clear. Rex didn’t react fast enough, because dying just meant waking up.

He has to remind himself that consequences linger; people remember and injuries take time to heal. He has to relearn how to accept uncertainty.

[hermioneismyrealname]

There is something about James leaving and Net staying on that is bittersweet. It feels right in a heartbreaking way. James is doing it for himself and Net respects that. Net isnt waiting because he is an actor and this is what he wants to do. It is a new challenge that I cannot wait to support them through.

I, personally saw this coming around new years. Then it just felt even more so at valentine's. I got suspcious when james was in the zomvivor trailer but not at the blessing ceremony.

I was waiting for the series. I will still wait because that's what a fan does. I hope to be able to see them both grow without each other and hopefully not apart from each other. It's a shame, but perhaps they will find even more happiness.

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Tough Cookie Conversations

Summary:

“I was thinking cookies,” is how Cherry greeted her as Marcia walked into the kitchen. Marcia blinked before nodding, noting that Cherry was dressed in her pajamas and on one of the kitchen table chairs was her school bag, so Marcia could guess that Cherry was staying the night. “What kind? Did you bring a recipe?” Marcia asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe, a smile appearing onto her face. She had a box of recipes and she knew that only she held the recipe card for Cherry’s favorite cookies. “Could we make those peanut butter ones?” Cherry asked, “I think I remembered most of its ingredients this time!” Cherry was staring at her hopefully, hands grasped in front of her as she sort of twisted in place. Marcia laughed lightly and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go grab that recipe, and then we can bake.” Cherry squealed excitedly as Marcia pushed off the doorframe. Marcia made sure to stop in the living room to put away her homework, which her and Cherry would probably do later when the cookies were refrigerating, and to put her blanket back in her room.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Marcia and Cherry do some baking to have a hard conversation,

Characters: Marcia, Sherri "Cherry" Valance

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,304

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Marcia sighed to herself as she ran a brush through her hair, a mental debate occurring within her about whether or not she was going to try and reach out to Two-Bit. The damn greaser was stuck in her thoughts and she had yet to find something, anything, to get him out. She was becoming unusually quiet and withdrawn with her friends, and it was clear that they were beginning to truly notice. Some of them were beginning to worry, and Marcia wasn’t one to let someone worry about her when there was nothing wrong…

But could she honestly say that there was nothing wrong?

She was constantly stuck in thought, deep thought, that had her wondering about herself, about her appearance, about the people around her, and about a damn greaser that went by the name Two-Bit. She had tried to pretend nothing was wrong whenever Cherry had asked her if she was okay.

She knew that Cherry didn’t believe her whenever she said she was fine.

She sighed, putting her brush down and turning to grab a blanket before moving to go downstairs to sit by the phone. Her homework was in her bag downstairs, and she had every intent of finishing it while she waited.

He wasn’t going to call, but she would wait anyway.

“Marcia? Sherri’s here to see you.” Marcia blinked, looking up and around her in slight confusion. It took her a second to realize that she’d fallen asleep, and she sighed as she stretched, looking over at her mother who was watching her, vague amusement and concern on her face.

“Cherry’s here?” Marcia asked in confusion, blinking as she pushed herself up, quickly catching the book they were reading for English and bookmarking it to set aside. Her blanket fell to the floor in a heap and she promised herself to pick it up later. She had to see why Cherry was here first.

Marcia wasn’t surprised to find Cherry in the kitchen, nor was she entirely phased by the shopping bag that was on the counter beside her. When they were younger, and Marcia had been allowed to start baking with only slight supervision, they were often found in the kitchen baking away their feelings that they had decided were too overwhelming for them. It had become their thing whenever they had ‘big emotion’ conversations that they had been ignoring.

“I was thinking cookies,” is how Cherry greeted her as Marcia walked into the kitchen. Marcia blinked before nodding, noting that Cherry was dressed in her pajamas and on one of the kitchen table chairs was her school bag, so Marcia could guess that Cherry was staying the night.

“What kind? Did you bring a recipe?” Marcia asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe, a smile appearing onto her face. She had a box of recipes and she knew that only she held the recipe card for Cherry’s favorite cookies.

“Could we make those peanut butter ones?” Cherry asked, “I think I remembered most of its ingredients this time!” Cherry was staring at her hopefully, hands grasped in front of her as she sort of twisted in place. Marcia laughed lightly and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll go grab that recipe, and then we can bake.” Cherry squealed excitedly as Marcia pushed off the doorframe. Marcia made sure to stop in the living room to put away her homework, which her and Cherry would probably do later when the cookies were refrigerating, and to put her blanket back in her room.

“So…” Marcia tilted her head as she started rolling out their cookie dough. Cherry was sitting at the kitchen table behind her, still idly working on her English essay that was due the next day. Marcia’s was done and already packed away, her math and science homework being the last two things she needed to get done, but she also really wanted to roll out cookies because she was beginning to get a craving for them. “What’s been bothering you lately?”

Marcia sighed, setting aside the rolling pin as she reached for the star cookie cutter. She wanted the maximum amount of stars for this roll out before it was Cherry’s turn, and she would no doubt choose the heart.

“Nothing’s-”

“Marcia.” Marcia’s mouth clicked shut. “Don’t lie to me. It’s just us.” Marcia had gotten three stars onto her cookie pan.

“Two-Bit hasn’t called.” Marcia sighed, taking a moment to fiddle with her cookie cutter as she placed a fourth star onto her cookie sheet. “I know it was a long shot, but I thought he liked me, you know? Thought that maybe… maybe that there could have been a chance.” There was a moment where Marcia thought that she shouldn’t have told Cherry, before there was a sigh.

“Sometimes I think about that night too,” Cherry uttered. This was new to Marcia, who thought that Cherry had always tried to forget that night at the drive in never happened. That was a defining difference between the two of them; it made people wonder how the two of them had been such good friends for so long.

Cherry was always looking forward, looking ahead with this master plan of leaving Tulsa one day. Making a name for herself, either in the rodeo or in whatever job field she chose. She wanted to change people’s minds on women.

And Marcia was always stuck on the past. Reliving memories to see what could have changed, or maybe if there had been signs of someone’s true character. She often spent so long in the past it left her scrambling to catch up to everyone else.

It was why her and Cherry got along so well, they balanced each other out. At least, that’s what Marcia’s mother had always said; Marcia would start thinking too much of the past, and Cherry would remind her to look ahead. Cherry would look too far ahead and Marcia would pull her back to the present.

“What do you think about?” Marcia asked.

“About Dallas. About Bob. About that poor boy, Johnny. About Ponyboy sometimes.” Cherry sighed. “Ponyboy’s struggling in school, and it’s like their group closed up tight after… after everything.” Cherry’s voice sounded thick, like she was holding back tears.

Marcia didn’t blame her.

It didn’t make sense to Marcia, for Cherry to think about that night ever. The drive in. Dallas Winston hitting on her. A near miss of a fight between Two-Bit and Pony, and Randy and Bob… Waking up the next morning to Bob… To Bob being dead.

Marcia glanced down at her stars, she hadn’t even noticed that she was nearly out of dough, having been using the cookie cutter as she tried to think of why Cherry would have been thinking of that night so much.

“I think about Two-Bit. And-and how the guys jumped him… and how I just watched.” Marcia uttered, and there was a sharp breath from Cherry. “He was probably right to not call…”

“Marcie, no,” Cherry sounded heartbroken, but Marica shrugged as if she was shrugging Cherry off. “Do you want a hug? Do… Do you need a hug right now?” Cherry asked. “I could use a hug right now, and I think it would be beneficial for you too.”

She set her cookie cutter down, turning and opening her arms towards Cherry, and it took Marcia a moment to realize she was crying. Cherry was quick to jump up and the two girls hugged tightly, ignoring the oven not even preheated yet and the dough that was soon going to get too warm and they would have to refrigerate it again.

Marcia hadn’t realized how much she had needed a hug until now.

She closed her eyes and squeezed a little tighter, ignoring the ache in her heart.

[spritehouse]

Prompts: Take my Hand | @badthingshappenbingo Safety Net | @whumptober

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid Characters: Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Spencer Reid Additional Tags: Whump, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Whumptober 2023, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Self-Harm, Gunshot Wounds, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Drunk Driving, Car Accidents, Mentioned Emily Prentiss, Mentioned Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Hurt Luke Alvez, Luke Alvez needs a hug, Good Partner Spencer Reid, Escapism, Veteran Luke Alvez, Mentioned Penelope Garcia, Suicide Notes Series: Part 2 of ShortMC's Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

“Have you ever thought about killing yourself?” Yes, every day of his damn life. He dreams about it—dying—how he’d do it. When he was young—a kid—it was his mother’s medication of one of his father’s razors. When he got his license, it was crashing his car. When he was with her, it was drinking too much, a knife, or her hands—his note is etched into his brain, apologizing to his family and explaining everything, giving the money he has since spent on alcohol to his little sister, some drafts beginning to explain what his ex did to him before he scraps them.

- or, an luke has spent his life walking a tightrope, wondering it it would be easier to let himself fall

[artfulacrostic]

whumptober begins!!

flying headfirst into fate

Dick let go. He'd fallen farther before, he was sure, but in the moment, as his grapple gun snagged on one of his gloves and sent him tipping sideways, he couldn't remember when.

OR: Five times in Dick Grayson's life that there was no safety net, and one time that there was.

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Whumptober 2023 Day No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” Safety Net

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@asiandramanet  jan/feb creator bingo — black and white:

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cutest kongsuni (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ @kpopcreators winter bingo — free space. @ive-net dive tag — rei.

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born to ride

prompt: ride | word count: 453 | rated: M | tags: pop star Steve Harrington, rockstar Eddie Munson, coming out, established Steddie | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

Steddie Bingo Prompts: car sex, service top, quickie | @steddiebingo

Stephen Joseph Harrington was America's heartthrob and golden boy. He’d debuted young as a child actor and later a singer when he reached twenty.

Ever since his third album peaked on Billboard Hot 100, his career had risen to the top, made him an A-list, and turned his net worth into millions of dollars.

Gradually, he wasn't just Henry in Wasteland anymore. He was Steve Harrington now. A singer, a songwriter, and a pop icon.

Cylinder was his sixth studio album and it'd quickly become an international sensation.

Although he didn't confirm anything about his sexuality, rumors had it the title song was his come-out statement.

Born To Ride

The race is almost over, but I’m in no haste

‘Cause love is my lasso, and I’m a professional

You gotta know

Darlin’, you gotta know

I take care of my boys when they ask nicely

Tonight, tonight, tonight

You’re mine

(oh, you're mine)

I'm gonna ride you, boy

I'm gonna ride you, boy

All night, all night, all night

‘Til dawn breaks the sky.

— Steve Harrington

Everyone loved it—especially the stage.

Not only did Steve look hot in his Barbie cowboy outfit, but he also straddled Eddie Munson’s thighs while singing about riding men.

He would’ve been in much more trouble if the rockstar hadn't been openly queer for years and known for despising queer baiting.

Their performance had made the social media explode that night.

Two days later, Eddie's Instagram posted a photo. It was a man sitting on his lap, facing him with a tanned back dotted with moles and freckles, wearing a pink cowboy hat.

The caption said: lassoed.

“Babybabybaby– Oh fuck–”

Ringed hands scrambled to grab his hips, blunt nails digging crescent moons into his tender flesh.

Steve threw his head back and swiveled his hips, thighs flexing as he sweated and bounced on his boyfriend's lap enthusiastically.

He needed to work fast. Make Eddie fill him up before the limo could reach their destination.

Beneath him, Eddie looked wrecked. Half-lidded eyes, red swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and wild hair.

Lovely. Handsome. His.

It only took a few more well-timed gyrations before warmth flooded his inside.

By the time they stepped out of the car, Steve was back in his teal suit once more. He smelled like whiskey and sex, plugged up and sated.

Wrapping an arm around his waist, Eddie waved at the cameras alongside him, looking delectable in a black suit that had been designed to complement his own.

The following day, the tabloids continued gossiping about their scandalous performance, how they’d got freaky in the limo before walking the red carpet together.

In response, Eddie only posted more photos of Steve riding a horse shirtless.

[htaesan]

　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS　　────　ᅠ ( park sungho )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀love, to park sungho, is just a waste of time. yet when he falls for you (literally), he might just change his mind.

　　　ᅠ 박성호 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 1.7k ⠀ genre love at first sight fluff meet-cute baker / cafe au ⠀ contains mentions of food profanities ⠀ note my first fic here AND my first bnd work ever! sungho's just awkward in here kekeke (actually idk what i'm writing here) ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net

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Sungho wasn’t the type to easily fall in love. To him, love is a waste of time and money—why would you pour your heart, time, and effort out to someone who you won’t even spend the rest of your life with? All of his friends, from different points of his life, have tried various ways to get his heart hooked onto a girl. But, of course, none of their attempts proved successful. To everyone around Sungho, he’s just a cute guy with a heart of stone. 

However, after 20 years of letting Sungho decide for himself, the universe decided to catalyse the whole entire reaction for him—pushing the future love of his life into his face, right at his workplace, where he had only recently gotten a job at. 

Literally. 

“Oh my god…” 

You blink confusedly—one second ago, you were getting up from your seat to go grab the drinks the barista had prepared for you. Now, you’re on the floor, with lattes spilled over your clothes, and your back slightly aching from the impact. 

“What the f—oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” Sungho says, scrambling to his feet. How could he be so stupid? Knocking a customer down and drenching the lattes in her hand all over her is certainly going to ruin his perfect reputation. Quickly, Sungho reaches out his hand, offering it to you. 

You look up, eyes widened. Was this handsomely cute guy the one who pushed you to the floor, having both of your drinks soaking your clothes? You blink again, perplexed, as you try to take in the situation. 

“Oh, yes,” you mumble, taking his hand, realising that people are watching. 

“I’m really, really sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to–” 

“It’s okay,” you say through your polite smile. As you steady yourself, you look down on your outfit and realise that it is certainly… not. 

Sungho watches you analyse the situation of your latte-drenched clothes with eyes widened in horror. He panickedly searches for napkins in his apron and his pockets, and hands you a crumpled one he’s found in his pocket. “Here.” 

You give him a chuckle. “It won’t really help a lot but,” you pause, grabbing the napkin from him, “it’s the thought that counts, hm?”

Bingo. 

As you smile, tingles rush through Sungho’s skin. He’s suddenly hyper aware of how his arm is still extended awkwardly, long after you’ve received the napkin. His eyes blink forcedly as he retracts his hand. Sungho gulps, weirdly feeling faint.  

“Well,” you chuckle sheepishly. “It’s getting awkward—I should go back to my table. Thanks for the napkin,” your eyes look at the name tag pinned to his apron, “Sungho.”

You give him one final smile before walking away, oblivious to Sungho’s tongue-tied state. 

“Yo, Sungho,” he hears Dongmin, the barista, call. “Are you gonna just stand there or what? The mess ain’t gonna clean itself, you know.”

Sungho then burst himself out of his daze, scurrying to clean up the mess, ignoring the eyes of people in the cafe. As he’s mopping the final traces of the homemade tomato sauce off the floor, his eyes catch a glimpse of you—laughing angelically, illuminated by the sunlight shining through the window. 

That was two weeks ago. And Sungho is desperately trying to get rid of this fluttering in his empty stomach, one that he feels every single time his brain replays the scene in his mind. 

Love is a waste of time, he repeats to himself like a daily mantra. 

However, Sungho knows that repeating that isn’t doing anything to combat the fact that his cheeks are heating up every single time he sees you walk into the cafe. And, certainly, hiding behind the fresh baskets of bread he baked this morning and eavesdropping on you ordering your menu for the day isn’t a really good solution, either. 

“What the hell, Sungho?” Dongmin hisses. “You almost hit me!”

Sungho smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, Min.”

“Welcome to The Boy Next Door. Good morning, Y/N,” Sungho’s attention is pulled to Donghyun, the part-time barista, who’s greeting you. You smile back, leaning against the counter as you think of what to get for the day. 

“Good morning, Donghyun,” you nod. 

“What’s the occasion today? Assignments or an online meeting that you can’t be bothered to take at home?” Donghyun asks, giggling. 

You laugh with him. “I need a quick brunch—I have a nail appointment after this. What do you suggest?”

Maybe it’s the love hormones, or maybe it’s the fact that Sungho’s completely bewitched for you—he stands upright, eyes staring straight at you. Without hesitation, he voices, “you should try the Mushroom Cream Pasta—it’s my own recipe.”

Regret flushes through Sungho as your eyes widen with surprise. “O-oh! Sungho, I didn’t see you there,” you say with a fond look that makes Sungho’s heart pump even faster than it already is. 

“Sungho… what are you doing?” Donghyun questions. 

“I…” 

Cover this up quickly, you idiot. 

Sungho gives you a small grin. “Well, I just heard that you wanted a brunch… idea? So, I gave you one!”

You laugh, and it hits Sungho right in the heart. “Alright, I’ll take one of the Mushroom Cream Pasta,” you tell Donghyun, who nods in response.  

“You’ll be cooking it for me, right, Sungho?”

Yes, ma’am. 

And that’s how Sungho found himself in the kitchen, eagerly yet nervously cooking up a pasta dish for the girl he’s somehow grown shy of. As he’s tossing the ingredients together, Sungho thinks about your laughter—how angelic he finds it, and how it makes your eyes crinkle so cutely. As he’s grating the cheese into the pan of pasta, Sungho’s reminded of his “meet-cute” with you—how cool you sounded when you shrugged off his frantic apologies, instead of getting worked up about it like some other customers do. As he’s carefully plating the dish with rather shaky hands, Sungho confirms to himself—he might just have a tiny crush on you: one of The Boy Next Door’s loyal customers. Cupid’s cheering in the background—his arrows had hit the target, exactly where it’s needed: right at Park Sungho’s heart.

“Here… you go,” Sungho manages with a small voice. He stands rigidly at your table, his arms tightly kept next to his body. He forces a polite smile, secretly wishing that you wouldn’t notice his nervousness. 

“Are you usually this awkward… or is it just me?” you ask, laughing at how wide his eyes get at your question. 

Sungho quickly shakes his head. “No! Certainly not, I’m not… usually... awkward…”

You laugh again. “Well, then it’s just me.” 

If it were totally up to Sungho, he’d love to just take a seat in front of you and watch you eat. However, the universe isn’t totally on his side, so he excuses himself to go tend to another customer’s order. 

“Hey, man,” Dongmin says, catching Sungho’s attention. He looks up from the salmon sandwich he’s constructing. “Is it just me or you’re just weirdly obsessed with that girl by the window?” 

Sungho’s eyes widen in surprise, and he gives a train of awkward laughs. “What? No… what are you talking about?”

No, you know what he’s talking about.

“Dude, even a five year old can catch up on it,” Dongmin rolls his eyes. He ruffles his hair before continuing. “You better shoot your shot before it’s too late—I think she’s just waiting for you to ask at this point.”

“Huh?” Sungho says, handing the finished plate to Lia, another coworker who passed by. 

“Are you really dense or what?” Dongmin replies, laughing. He pats Sungho’s shoulder before signalling towards you. “Y/N, right? Just go tell her you like her.”

Flabbergasted, Sungho freezes. His eyes widen in realisation, and everything starts to kick in. 

He actually likes someone.

He likes you. 

Dongmin is just teasing him, trying to get him to like you—however, little did he know that this isn’t a simple tease that Sungho would ignore. 

“It’s a fucking wake up call,” Sungho mutters to himself. “I… finally like someone.”

However, being a man with no experience of approaching a girl he likes, Sungho remains at his post, arranging freshly baked pastries as he waits for you to finish your meal and pass by him when you walk out of the cafe. 

“Sungho!” you exclaim, rushing towards him. 

“Yeah?” he replies, breathless somehow. 

You smile shyly. “Thanks for the meal—I mean, for cooking it. It’s really good! I love it.”

Sungho mirrors your smile. “You do?” he laughs, “oh—oh my God! I- that’s such a relief! I really– I really thought it’d be horrible or something, you know, I’m afraid I accidentally put in sugar instead of salt, and sour cream instead of the normal one… you know?”

You nod, still smiling. “It’s really good, Sungho. I’d eat it again next time I need brunch.”

“Of course! Yeah, yeah. Of… course,” Sungho nods, eyes darting here and there. 

“Also, may I ask you something?” you continue. 

Sungho tilts his head as he narrows his eyes a little. “Sure, of course.”

Taking a deep breath, you say, “did I… do something wrong? To you? ‘Cause all you’ve been doing these past couple of weeks is avoiding me whenever I come in…”

Sungho sucks his breath through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. He exhales heavily before replying. “Are you… willing to hear me out?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod. “Make it quick though, I have a nail appointment soon..”

“So, this is really really awkward—’cause we’re talking in the middle of the cafe, and I’m holding bread tongs as I’m speaking—I told my friends for the past twenty years that I’d never fall in love, and that love is a waste of my time but then I kinda fell in love and I would absolutely love it if you gave me the honour of becoming your boyfriend,” Sungho says, in one go, without taking a breath in between his words.

“Oh.” is all you’re able to manage. 

“So,” Sungho gives you a smile. “I know the… first impression isn’t great but I could make your second impression of me better?”

You laugh, giving him a napkin that you’ve neatly folded into a heart and written your phone number on it earlier. “Actually, it’s the third impression. And of course, feel free to make it better than the pasta you made me just now.”

― © htaesan, 2025.

[levemetal]

My work for the Qijiu Secret Santa!

Giftee had multiple prompts but I ended up on"SJ didn't end up on CQ. Their reunion is different than in canon."

Anyway I am now 47384 layers deep into hell another Qijiu AU so more under the cut if you wish to dive in.

So essentially the AU starts simple enough: Everything is the same as in canon, except SJ never makes it out alive out of the Qiu Manor fire. Too embittered and angry to die, he becomes a ghost and sets out to do what he does best, which is survive and claw his way to a spot where he can be safe and not fear others as much. So he becomes a calamity ghost.

On his adventures to find Yue Qi (or what remains of him), he comes across Ning Yingying, Ming Fan and Luo Binghe at different times. Against all odds they stick with him and he doesn't hate it. It's nice to have company even if he reasons the dead are probably not the best company for kids. But he can't just leave them to the slavers. So they are now adopted and his lil ducklings. He finds they are equally unhinged as he is very quickly. The reason they look similar to him here with the veil and all is cause they wanna look like A-die :3 Bingus’s seal gets accidentally destroyed when SJ senses something odd about the boy when meeting him and whoops. Well there goes the seal. Guess they have to take him along now (not that NYY and MF were gonna let him leave without taking Bingo along). I figure this probably has good consequences on Bongo’s self confidence issues as he would learn early on that being half demon does not mean he’s evil. Afterall his A-die is literally a ghost.

YQY still becomes sect leader, albeit a very, very depressed one. He killed Wu Yanzi at the IAC but SJ wasn't there this time. He wants to die but is stopped at every corner by either his Shizun or fellow sect siblings. A few years later, at one of the disciple selections, he sees a boy with a strong resemblance to SJ and picks him up immediately, hoping him to be either a relative or reincarnation. Either way, that's his son and sole reason for living now. Said son is the transmigrated Shen Yuan who is very much confused about the current state of the plot (wdym SQQ is not there?? Who is that QJPL? Where's Binghe??)

Anyway the ducklings weren't necessary but happened anyway so. Figured I'd mention them. One day Yqy goes on a nighthunt with Shen Yuan which then leads them into Ghost City by accident. And lo and behold who he runs into.

They reunite, probably take a while to sort their shit out and now Yqy's sect siblings just gotta deal with Zhangmen-Shixiong having an emotional support calamity ghost and husband and 3 new kids. (Mqf counts this as a net positive since at least he doesn't have to guard Yqy's sword anymore lest his shixiong pulls it out. Liu Qingge is Conflicted and takes a bit to get the memo. He DOES enjoy sparring with the calamity tho eventually.)

Apologies for recycling my one calamity SJ design but I am perpetually tired and couldn't think of anything different. And I am sorry for once again making a calamity SJ AU. I notice a pattern. Unfortunately I possess no illusions of having any control over my life.

Maybe one day I get around to fic writing I'll write this and the 37288483 AUs I have... but first, bonus sketches:

[shuadotcom]

Main Dish | HJS (M)

☐ Summary: When lunch ends up being inedible, Joshua has to pick something else to eat.

☐ Pairing: Joshua x Afab!Reader

☐ Genres & AUs: Smut, fluff, established relationship!au, absolutely porn without plot

☐ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

☐ Warnings: Profanity, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, baby girl, sweetheart, honey, good girl), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting

☐ Words: 3.2k

☐ Note: This fic is brought to you by my lack of cooking skills and my insatiable need for Joshua. It was also written for @kpopsblackcreatorsociety Bon Voyage Bingo event! The bingo square/prompt for this fic is camping.

Thank you @horanghater for being my beta ily 🥰

☐ Net Tag: @kflixnet

“Please don’t go off, please don’t go off, please do-”

BEEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEP

“Goddamnit!” Working as fast as possible, you grab the pan from the hot stove top, removing it from the heat. The blare of the smoke detector rings out through the apartment and you have to act quickly to open all the nearby windows, waving away the smoke in the air with the dish towel. 

Once the smoke mostly clears and the alarms have subsided, you survey the scene in front of you. Grumbling in frustration you eye the now burnt tofu on the stovetop and let out a disappointed sigh. You had just wanted to cook something fun and new for your boyfriend. He’s been camping with his friends for the past week and you figure he would appreciate a home-cooked meal but, as usually happens with you in the kitchen, it turned out to be a disaster. 

You weren’t a cook by any means, but you knew how to get by with very basic skills. Boiling eggs, making stove-top ramen, and using the air fryer slash toaster oven you had begged for on your last birthday. 

All of the essentials of cooking. 

Tonight, the plan was originally to try a new pan-fried tofu recipe you saw on TikTok because it looked yummy. Instead of looking like the wonderfully golden-fried nuggets that they were supposed to resemble, all that sits in the pan in front of you now are uneven little pieces of charcoal. 

Great. Wonderful. Amazing.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, gnawing at a hangnail in distress, you didn’t even take notice of your boyfriend watching you from the entrance of the room, admiring how cute you looked in your little lounge clothes and apron. His entrance had been drowned out by the blaring of the smoke alarms.

“Don’t chew on your nails, honey, it’s not good for you.”

Joshua’s voice is much louder than the music you are playing from your phone on the counter and you nearly leap into the air when you hear him.

“Jesus, Shua! You scared the shit out of me!” Clutching your chest, you reach over and pause the sound from your phone.

He chuckles as he approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you in for a hug. 

“Sorry, baby. I couldn’t help it.” He apologizes, but the smirk on his face shows he’s not really that sorry.

Joshua places a kiss and your waiting lips and your annoyance at being jump-scared fades. He smells like outside and a little bit like sweat, but underneath that, he still has his usual warm, homey scent that belongs only to him.

You let him take your breath away a little while longer, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. He rests his head against yours when you pull away, his eyes tired but still sparkling down at you.

“How was your guys' camping trip?”

“Well, Mingyu found a spider in his tent and tore the whole thing down trying to get out, Soonyoung got sunburnt and fell into the lake, and Vernon forgot his allergy medicine and spent all week sneezing.”

“So the usual shenanigans?”

With a chuckle, Joshua nods, looking you up and down. “Basically, but I’m having a much better time now that I’m back here with you.” He leans down to kiss your forehead and you still let yourself get flustered by his sweet words, even after three years together. “And what’s going on in here?” He asks when he finally pulls away, eyes looking over your head at the charred remains of your lunch.

“Nothing, just me fucking up in the kitchen again.” Pouting, you cross your arms, wincing as Joshua steps up to the counter, inspecting what’s remaining of the tofu.

“Ah baby, they don’t look that bad…” He uses the chopsticks you left nearby to poke at a piece, raising it to his face and sniffing it.

“Shua, don’t-” Before you can stop him, he pops it into his mouth, chewing extra slowly. Your boyfriend, always so sweet to you and considerate of your feelings, looks like he’s in physical pain as he crunches the food, his nose wrinkling with each shift of his jaw. With a sigh you walk over and grab a sheet of paper towel, holding it up to his mouth. “Spit it out.”

“It doesn’t taste terrible…” he mumbles between chews, eyebrows furrowing as he does.

“Joshua, just spit it out!” At your insistence he does, expression apologetic.

Joshua watches you take the rest of the tofu and throw it away, shoulders slumping in defeat. He moves across the kitchen to stand behind you, wrapping you in his arms. 

“Don’t be upset, baby. It’s just some tofu.”

“But I fucked up lunch for you! I just wanted to make you a homemade meal since you’ve been eating over a campfire all week.” Joshua coos at you, pulling you tighter against him.

“Aw, sweetheart, you didn’t have to do all this in the first place. I think we both know that you would’ve been better off ordering something. There’s a reason I do most of the cooking, remember?” He laughs, his tone teasing.

Gasping, you spin in his hold, round eyes staring up at him as you pout for what feels like the twentieth time tonight. “Joshie, are you saying I can’t cook?!”

Faltering, Joshua’s eyes dart back and forth, strategically planning his next words. 

“I - I didn’t mean that you can’t cook, Y/n. I just -”

“I’m kidding, Shua. Of course, I know I can’t cook.” He’s clearly relieved, rolling his eyes at your giggles. 

Joshua leans down to pepper your face with kisses, holding you close, ignoring your feeble attempt to escape his grasp.

“I guess it’s a good thing then that I wasn’t even thinking about what I’d eat for lunch.” He places a final kiss on your cheek before pulling back to gaze at you.

“You weren’t?”

“Of course not. How could I even begin to think about lunch when all I could think about was tasting you again?” Joshua smirks at you, laughing when you scoff, your turn to roll your eyes at him.

“How did I know you wouldn’t even be a little bit subtle about wanting to have sex as soon as you got back?” 

“Because you know how addicted I am to you and how much I think about you.” You and Joshua are chest to chest, his hands tracing your body, fingertips pressing lightly into your curves.

Joshua’s voice has already lowered an octave, eyes flickering to your lips. You’re in no way surprised at how quickly Joshua turned the situation from silly and domestic to horny, but you’re not bothered in the slightest, more than happy to fuck your boyfriend again. A week has been far too long of a time to go without Joshua’s cock inside of you.

“Oh, so you were thinking of me on your trip? Thought you’d be too busy grilling meat and playing games with the boys.” 

“Baby, I’m always thinking about you, but especially when we’re not together.” Joshua ducks down, his nose brushing yours. 

“And what about me were you thinking about exactly?” You whisper, holding your breath as you await his next words.

“Well, I was thinking all about how sweet your cunt is and how I couldn’t wait to come home and devour you.”

Somehow you hadn’t registered that Joshua walked you back until the counter pressed into your lower back, trapping you between it and Joshua’s firm body.

“Hmm…then I guess lunch is served whenever you’re ready to eat,” Tilting your head up, your lips brush against Joshua’s. You shift your leg forward, knee brushing against the crotch of his sweatpants. A grunt slips out of him when you make contact with his half-hard cock and he surges forward, lips meeting yours in a feverish kiss. 

Joshua’s soft lips move against yours, his hands cupping your face to keep you close. Your hands trail up Joshua’s thick arms, tracing every ridge and dip of muscle. You’ve never been shy about how much you enjoy the new gym rat era he and a few of his friends have entered, making sure to be very obvious about the way you appreciate the new muscle he’s worked on gaining. He also doesn’t hide just how much he loves how the bulkier version of him turns you on, your boyfriend flexing for you so the muscles tense and loosen a few times under your fingertips.

Those same strong arms move to hold your waist, holding onto you as he swallows every pant and tiny whine that you let out. Joshua’s tongue wraps around yours and sucks, the kiss descending into lewd territory as Joshua grinds against your thigh still wedged between his legs.

The kiss feels like it goes on forever, which is in no way a complaint. Joshua’s hands wander all over your body, hands skating down to grab at your bare thighs and up to your ass, grabbing a handful to bring your hips impossibly closer. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are, feeling your cotton panties clinging to you with each shuffle of the fabric. 

Joshua seems to read your mind as he finally moves a hand under your apron and into the waistband of your shorts and panties, his finger grazing your pussy making you jolt and buck into his hand.

“Would you look at that? You’re fucking drenched just from my kisses?” To illustrate his point, he pulls his fingers from your shorts, holding the wet digits up to showcase your juices to you both.

“Fuck, yeah, I need you so badly. I missed you so much.”

Joshua hums, popping his fingers into his mouth, eyes closing as he sucks them clean, savoring your flavor. The scene is enough to have you rubbing your thighs together, easily recalling just how good his tongue feels when it’s on you.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby. And speaking of, I’m starving, so I think I’m ready to eat now.”

Joshua plants his hands on your hips and turns you around so his front is pressed against your back, walking with you out of the kitchen and around to the island, leaving kisses on the back of your neck as you go. When you reach the side of the island that you usually sit to eat at, Joshua’s nimble fingers untie your apron and lift it over your head, tossing it to the floor. Your shorts and panties come next as he slides the fabric down your legs, letting them pool at your feet.

Your boyfriend makes a sound of appreciation at the sight of your bare ass, big hands squeezing your cheeks before landing a firm smack on one of them. He helps you up onto the island, sitting you near the edge. Joshua pulls up a stool in front of you, spreading your legs wide, and letting out a low whistle.

“Look at all of this, so messy and sloppy all for me.” Joshua leans forward and places kisses on the inside of your thighs, inhaling your scent as he does, small moans rumbling in his throat.

A few whimpers slip out of you with each kiss over your hot skin, Joshua’s breath hitting your core only serving to make you wetter. Joshua loves eating you out, always talking about how good you taste and how much he loves the way you smell when you’re dripping for him.

He doesn’t leave you waiting for long this time (another thing Joshua loves is to tease you, but he seems to want you bad enough to spare you this time) as his tongue finally licks at your clit, the muscle flattening and adding much-needed pressure. 

A squeal of Joshua’s name tumbles out of you as he licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit - once, twice, three times, each go making you twitch underneath him. Your legs almost snap shut, but his firm grip keeps them open.

“Nuh-uh, keep your legs open, baby girl. I haven’t even started eating my meal.”

Your eyes stay trained on him as his hands grab the back of your thighs, pushing them toward you. You lie on your back in a more comfortable position, hands trembling as they hold onto the front of your shirt in anticipation.

“I’ll never get tired of eating you out, you know that? Never get tired of how fucking sweet you taste on my tongue.” To further his point, Joshua’s thick tongue slips into your pussy, lapping at your gummy walls, letting his nose brush against your clit.

“F-fuck!” Your hands dart down, fingers threading through his brunette strands, tugging at the root as he tongue fucks you on the kitchen island. 

Every grunt and groan that Joshua lets out is deep, deep enough that the vibrations can be felt throughout your whole body. You can’t help but thrash underneath him, loud obscene slurping sounds fill the room as he works. Joshua’s hands keep your thighs pinned down, preventing you from nearly falling off the counter while his face presses closer to your cunt. 

He eats you out like a man starved, a week without your pussy proving to be much too long away for him. The tip of his tongue is still buried inside of you, flicking at your walls at an almost impossible speed. 

Fire begins to quickly pool in the pit of your stomach, nails digging into Joshua’s scalp which only spurs him on more.

“Shua, b-baby so good!”

“Mmph?” You can’t quite hear what he says but it sounds like it has a questioning tilt at the end.

“‘M gonna cum!”

That must’ve been what he was getting at because he picks up the pace and moves his hold on you to the sides of your thighs and makes you wrap your legs around his head. Joshua uses this new angle to force you to rock your hips against his face, leaning into you so far that when you glance down, all you see is the top of his hair which you’re still holding onto for dear life. 

Rolling your hips you go with his movement, desperately riding his face. Joshua lets you, his tongue drilling into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

When you do cum, you stiffen almost painfully as heat spreads through your body, your thighs squeezing around him like a vice, holding him in place. Your boyfriend happily continues lapping at your sensitive core, murmurs of praise accompanying his coos of delight.

“So fucking tasty,” Joshua sighs as he pulls back, finally taking in air through his mouth. He glances at you, watching your chest heave as you catch your breath. Without a second thought, with your hole still clenching around nothing, Joshua shoves one of his thick fingers into you, drawing a gasp out of you. 

“Shua!?”

He has the audacity to blink up at you, faux innocence on his face along with your juices still shining on the bottom half of his face.

“What? I want seconds.” He shrugs, adding a second finger which has you cursing, senses on overdrive. Joshua’s plush lips are back on your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, ignoring the way your nails dig into his hair again, tugging on his soft locks. 

“Ngh, Josh-Joshua! Please!”

“Please what, baby?” He mumbles, lips still suckling on your clit, your legs quivering as they rest on his shoulders. His fingers have no trouble finding that soft squishy spot inside of you that has your eyes crossing, the squelching sound of your wetness ringing in your ears.

“I’m - I just…” You trail off when your boyfriend curls his fingers, the overstimulation derailing your train of thought as you feel another orgasm hurdling toward you. Joshua smirks up at you, loving the way he can literally watch as your brain short-circuits for him - because of him.

His lips go back to your clit, suctioning around the bud. His fingers delve into you faster, your velvety walls hugging his digits, coating them in more of your sticky arousal. Sweat beads at your hairline and tears prick your eyes as Joshua throws you into another orgasm, electricity coursing through your veins and a choked, desperate cry of Joshua’s name tumbling from your lips. 

“Yeah, just like that, good girl.” He purrs against your overworked pussy, slowly dragging his fingers out of you. You whimper at the loss, only for the sound to be replaced by a loud wail, Joshua’s slick fingers rubbing rough, frantic circles against your clit. 

“Shit! Fuck, Shua I’m - fuuuck!”

“Come on baby girl, one more. Make a mess all over the fucking counter.” The pads of his fingers drag against your clit, body arching as you flail your hands, scrambling across the marble of the counter looking for something to ground you.

The sensation borders on painful, the sensitivity too much to handle as the pleasure builds and your muscles spasm. When you cum this time, it knocks the wind out of you, your eyes rolling back, your mouth open in a silent scream. Joshua leans down, eyes watching with glee as you squirt all over his hand and arm, getting your mixture of arousal on his shirt. He even cranes his head down, mouth open to drink up the remaining spurts of your release.

He rubs lazy circles over your puffy clit, letting you ride out the rest of your orgasm until your hoarse voice begs him to stop and he does, but not before wiping up as much of your wetness as he can on his fingers and popping them into his mouth once again.

“Fucking hell, Shua!” You huff out when you’ve finally sucked enough air back into your lungs.

“What? I told you I was starving.” His cocky grin earns him a half-hearted kick to his shoulder using the minuscule amount of energy you have remaining. He catches your leg, placing a soft kiss on your ankle before he straightens up and sits back to admire your ruined state.

“Are you going to help me up or leave me here for the rest of the day?” 

“I should eat all of my meals in the kitchen, but I suppose I can help you down.” Joshua laughs at your half-hearted threat to kick him again and offers his hands to you. He helps you sit upright and slowly slides you off of the island. 

When you’re back on shaky feet, you move to pick your bottoms up, but he stops you by pulling you against him.

“Wh-”

“Oh, you don’t need those. I’m gonna order some lunch for us, but I need dessert before it gets here.” He presses his hips forward, his rock-hard dick pressing against your ass. Joshua once again envelops you in his warm embrace, lips skirting against the shell of your ear. “That okay with you, baby?”

Between the orgasms he pushed out of you only minutes ago and the dip in his voice, wetness collects between your legs again, pussy clenching at the thought of Joshua fucking you for real.

“That’s more than okay with me,” you rasp, clearing your throat. “I’m feeling pretty empty myself and am dying to be stuffed.”

[kooki914]

I'm beginning to go through severe Deltarune withdrawal, so I made this handy dandy template everyone can use to make predictions! Both for things they WANT to see, as well as things they DON'T want to see (if there's any unpopular opinions you have about prev chapters, this is the place to air it out LMAOO)

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[wondroustailsofffxiv]

There is a re-occurring quest of sorts in Final Fantasy XIV called ‘Wondrous Tails’, and it is given to you in Idyllshire by a young Miqo’te named Khloe Aliapoh. Specifically, she gives you an empty journal and asks you to write down the stories of your past and future adventures so that she can share them with everyone she meets!

By re-completing past content, you can earn stickers in order to make lines across a card in a style similar to bingo, with each finished line netting all sorts of prizes once the journal is turned in. In much the same way, ‘Wondrous Tails of FFXIV’ is a multi-month event that utilizes a prompt-filled bingo card format in order to encourage participants to tell the stories in an environment with minimal restrictions and maximum possibilities.

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