#the fic is very long but is anyone interested

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐳𝐞𝐧 || 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ Jinu once had an affair with one of the king’s concubines, he accidentally sent her to be executed and spent 400 years begging to have her back, only that his wishes became true in the least expected way.

warnings_ angst, slight toxic relationship, misogyny, gender roles and historically inaccurate ancient stuf , fluff, sex heavily implied, jealousy, soulmates.

notes_ THIS WAS BASED ON @everandforeveryours ‘s WONDERFUL PLOT, I WAS ALLOWED TO REINTERPRET SO THANK YOU <3.

♫ ♪ Saja Boys playlist

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Free was the woman who passed as dead and left the kingdom behind.

Having a family who barely passed middle class in the given ancient period made you a candidate to be a concubine of the king.

Being a young woman, a virgin, and educated, increased the chances of actually becoming one.

And when the summer started, you became a lower-rank concubine.

There wasn’t much to do. And certainly you avoided spending the nights with the king. Thankfully, he liked to play board games and hear you sing. But other than that, he was patient and showed zero to no interest in you.

One of your few escapades consisted of having long walks across the pond and gardens of the palace.

It was your only time alone without servants or guards or ladies in waiting. It was quiet, the blossom trees made the pond look somber and yet magical.

It was during one of your walks that you grew curious to grab a water lily when you almost fell, but a man held you in place, preventing you from falling into the water.

You took a long breath before turning to face your hero.

“Thank you” you said exhaling.

He was gorgeous. He looked your age, was tall, seemed neat and his face was edging towards perfection. You knew him.

“Hey, you’re the new musician of the king” he looked hesitant to answer, but soon nodded and finally took a moment to analyze and admire your face.

To him, you were also edging towards perfection.

“You’re very talented. And I really like your music…” your smile and tinted lips sold him away. He knew you were positioned somewhere higher than him. But aside from the people who suddenly praised him, your kindness seemed genuine. Certainly, you were not part of his deal with Gwi-Ma.

“Oh. Sorry to bother you. Excuse me…” you spoke again after not receiving a response from him. It disappointed you a little, but just when you were about to leave him behind, he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re not bothering me…” his hands were freezing despite being in summer. But you didn’t shiver, you savored his embrace. “I- I just don’t know if it’s correct to speak to you…”

“I spoke to you first. It doesn’t matter anymore” it was your sweet smile that made his rotting heart beat alive again. For once he didn’t feel the shame of leaving his family behind. So he smiled back at you.

“Are you a concubine?” He nervously asked.

“Lower rank concubine. It gets pretty boring” you admitted nodding. “It doesn’t help that the emperor isn’t my favorite person. But do not tell that to anyone”

“I swear I won’t” you offered him another smile as you twirled the white water lily in your hands.

“Tell me your name” you told him and for some reason, he blushed at the way you commanded him.

“Jinu… that’s- that my name”

“Well, Jinu… You’re going to come with me” the way you said it made him feel as if he was being burned alive. You took his hand and dragged him towards your chambers.

And the next time he heard his name slipping from your lips, it was because he had you naked on top of him.

…

Free was the woman who had no shoes, no gold ring to survive but true love by her side. Within weeks, you were utterly in love with him. Jinu visited you most nights, he sang you songs, loved seeing you dance and both enjoyed painting together. You loved his weight on top of you as he made love to you. Quickly he understood what made you spread your legs wider. What made him cover your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. And most importantly, he understood how to make you happy.

To the point where you constantly went spiraling, thinking about escaping with him. To somewhere farther and secluded. Where silk hadn’t arrived yet and wax was still hard to obtain.

But during a celebration, you had to hide your smile from him. In front of you was a row of higher concubines. And in front of them, the queen with the king.

Food was served, soldiers were laughing and celebrating, but you could only focus on Jinu playing his old bipa.

Singing a song about admiring the sunset with a lover, watching her blowing dandelions, and being proud of being in a nation that had won a war. It was about a man and the things he loved. And you knew, the woman in the song, his lover; was you.

His melodies were intriguing. Since the moment you saw him in the streets, all disheveled and without a chance to survive the week. You had nothing yet, but you gave him a silk cloth.

He probably didn’t remember, and you wouldn’t remind him. You just praised him truthfully.

So when you locked eyes with him and he sent you a smile in disguise, you had to lower your head to giggle.

You had never experienced such a similar kind of love. Where you felt safe and happy no matter how little or insignificant the interactions were.

But your emotions were too loud despite being careful. And someone else had already noticed.

When the celebration was almost over, you sneaked away, to the kitchens. The place was empty and dark, not a single candle on and it could potentially feel eerie.

But you patiently waited for your man, sitting on top of the long wooden table where food for the king was daily prepared.

Within some minutes, he entered the room. As tall and dorky as he was, he smiled at the sight of you and all your intrinsic headpieces and fresh flowers tangled in your hair.

“Why did you pick this place to meet?” Jinu questioned as he stepped between your legs. With a little giggle, you tilted your head towards the window.

“Because there’s not much light. It’s dark and… nobody will hear or see us” You held his free hand and placed it on the ribbons of your robe. When you touched his cheek, he was burning. The gesture made you smile widely.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me…” he whispered, starting to kiss your chin and neck. “But I’m getting addicted to you”

“You are the one who made me feel that way first, Jinu”

He untied your robe, letting it slip off your body. Instinctively, you leaned backwards, offering him a better but still darkened view of your naked body. Jinu could smell the jasmine oils and soap all over your skin. His fingers traced figures up and down and he enjoyed hearing your moans in the dark.

And the celebration was over, you made him follow you to your sheets again.

…

Many nights later, in the peak of the summer, when a fan seemed to be a useless tool and cold water wasn’t enough, Jinu and you spent the night in your bed.

He was playing his bipa and humming some song as you listened to him.

“Sing with me…” he said after a pause, turning to look at you and waiting for an answer.

“What? No- I don’t sing, Jinu” he rolled his eyes at your shyness and took your hand to make you sit beside him at the feet of your bed.

“Please, sing with me…” with his insistent voice, you ended up nodding.

“Alright…”

The melody of a beautiful song started to fill the room. Jinu was an expert, and you often wondered why it took so long for the king to notice him.

You knew the song. It was the lover one. You started singing with him and noticed Jinu couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He seemed to be utterly obsessed and attracted to your voice.

You didn’t like others to hear you singing. It was a private thing for you and unfortunately for the king as well. But for Jinu? You could leave aside your shame and allow him to hear you.

There was a big smile on his face. And when he finished playing the song, he placed aside his bipa and went straight to kiss you.

His big hands perfectly fit across your face. Whatever he did or said was a matter of love for you.

You melted into his lips and allowed your tongue to slip in. The gesture took him aback and he offered to kiss you with more passion and dedication.

It didn’t help that you were naked already. His hands wandered across your hips and ended up tracing your breasts. If you didn’t stop him, you knew he would take you again. And you wanted, you wanted to try all the things you heard from the girls like sitting on your lover’s face. But first, you had to tell him.

“Ji-Jinu. Wait-…” he abruptly stopped.

“I’m sorry, I thought-“

“No. It’s okay, I want to… but-“ your smile grew and he chuckled, confused.

“Jinu… What do you think about… going away?” You questioned. “Imagine escaping the palace and going away…”

Jinu remained quiet. He glanced at you once and then looked at his hands.

“I know it’s sudden. But… I- I can’t be a concubine for the rest of my life” and Jinu couldn’t be a musician for his whole life. He didn’t know how far he would be able to go before he completely turned into a demon.

He came back to earth when he felt your hands taking off his clothes. And before he could cover himself. You had already seen all.

“Is that a tattoo?” He panicked at your question. When he looked down, he was able to see a glimpse of patterns across his arms and chest. “Jinu, it’s beautiful”

How could you consider demon patterns beautiful? He almost burst into tears.

Jinu wished he hadn’t made a deal with Gwi-Ma. He wished he could’ve waited a little longer. To beg for some mercy until he was accepted into the palace without a deal in between. He wished he could’ve presented yourself to his mother and sister.

And still, he wanted to believe that it could actually be possible for him.

“Let’s do it. Just wait for me, until I receive a pay at the end of the week” he promised, taking your hands. “It’ll be very few credits to survive. But let’s do it…”

You didn’t even let him finish, you just jumped onto his lap and kissed him.

“I love you” you said and his heart stopped.

His eyes opened widely and let out a breath, just to be sure you actually meant it.

“I love you too” he answered back.

…

The following morning, Jinu was gone.

It didn’t matter, he would be back later. And in the meantime, you started to gather important belongings that could be traded for credits or other useful stuff.

You didn’t even call the ladies in waiting to help you dress. You were blinded by love.

You hummed the song you both sang and you wondered if that could be your future. Just you and him in an isolated place. You were about to serve yourself some tea and cakes when you heard a servant calling you.

“Your highness, the Queen Mother is here” the young and frail woman told you. You quickly stood up and frowned.

“What does she want?” You hated the king’s mother. She was a vile widow who personally picked the concubines for his son.

“She needs to speak to you” without any other choice, you sighed and nodded.

“Help me get dressed first…”

“It’s urgent” she said.

With bare feet and wearing a thin robe, you followed the servant.

You remembered the day you were chosen to go to the palace. New concubines were solicited. You didn’t want to leave your family, that was your biggest fear.

The Queen Mother said straight to your face you weren’t pretty enough. But when she discovered you actually didn’t want to be a concubine, she changed her mind and picked you. Only to make you suffer.

When you made it to the common room, she was looking through a window. Her greying hair was perfectly accommodated in headpieces made of gold and when she turned to face you, she had a fake smile in her face.

“Tell me, dear. Do you enjoy music?” You frowned at the question but you stood straight.

“As most people, I do, your highness” she smirked.

“I told you to follow the rules when you arrived here” your eyes snapped open.

“That boy was spared because he confessed” she said and your throat felt dry.

“But you, you’ll die like any woman committing adultery and treason does”

‘No…” you whispered.

Jinu would’ve never betrayed you like that.

“You’re lying. He wouldn’t do that…” the woman chuckled.

“And that naive attitude is what’ll send you to your death” two guards entered the room, one punched you in your stomach and the other yanked your hair. You sobbed in pain and before you could do have done or said anything, they started pushing you out.

“JINU!” You screamed between the tears. He probably wasn’t even close to you, but you had hopes that he would come and save you. That something magical could happen. Instead, one of your ankles twisted, you heard a crack and the soldiers started to drag you across the pavilion.

Some maids and people started gathering, whispering to each other. Many women who always prayed for your downfall smiled with devilish grins.

And despite all, you couldn’t feel shame. In your heart, there was no place for humiliation. But only pain. An unbearable ache mocking you and rubbing in your face that you wouldn’t get a happy ending.

And it was all your fault.

As the soldiers placed a tight rope around your neck, you ignored the looks, the laughter, the whispering.

How could something so pure as love could be the reason for your death?

Maybe Jinu had always been a demon, sent to seduce you, to make you sin, to forget about yourself and give in to him. Through sweet nothings and the lust of sex he put you under a spell.

And once you had been given everything to him, he would dispose of you to take the next victim.

As you felt life giving you farewell, a sudden guilt and regret settled in your guts. You cursed the day you met Jinu, you cursed him and you prayed to be given a second chance. To live again and make the right decisions. To face him again and take him prisoner for something called karma.

But free was the woman who could rebirth and keep it zen.

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If hunters are gone, I can leave behind my shame and bring her back to life.

That was all that mattered to Jinu as he played along while being recorded for national TV entertainment.

When Huntr/x appeared and tried to face them, Jinu pulled out a smart move and made them join them on stage.

But they had to go… and of course they followed them.

The door shut open with a loud bang. Everyone turned to look and there was another woman. Similarly dressed in black leather attire and wearing a mask like a bank robber does. Looking unbothered, arrogant, and too damn lousy for Jinu’s prejudice.

He didn’t know yet, but that woman was you.

And he first noticed a birthmark between your eyebrows.

“Can we get outta here? I hate vapor and sweating” you said while looking at your metallic nails. “And a fan bit me on the shoulder. This mask is killing me!”

“Uh- y/n…” Zoey called you and when you looked up, you saw your friends pointing at the five demons with their weapons.

And that’s when Jinu saw you. He quietly gasped, almost unable to breathe.

“Oh. I see…” you let out a little chuckle. From your wrist, a bracelet untangled by itself until it came down as a long whip, matching the same colors and bright lights as the rest of the girl’s weapons.

That was definitely your voice. But…

No, no, no… She can’t be a demon hunter; Jinu started panicking in his head.

“A knife chain? You’re naughty…” Abby told you, which made you smirk.

“Sure I am. We can put it into practice if you want…” the muscular man smirked at you and sure it made you a little wet. But he was a demon after all. And then, you noticed their leader, staring directly at you. probably trying to see your face under the mask.

“Get her” the man pointed at you.

“What? Why me?” You asked in shock, already stepping backwards.

The four men started chasing after you and for the first time, you didn’t feel very confident.

You rushed to open a door and climb the stairs as fast as you could.

“They’re going after y/n!” Mira yelled and Zoey tried to get Rumi to go help you but she was also gone.

No matter how many doors you opened and how many stairs you used to go up and down, demons were all over the place. You could see the Honmoon weakening, making you feel fear for the first time. As well as a deep hateful feeling, making you fight more violently, and a little against Celine’s advice.

Your chain knife skillfully vanished tons of demons. But the Saja Boys were definitely higher-ranking demons. They could disguise themselves as humans and were somewhat in control of their actions, instead of regular demons who simply tried to dodge you and tear apart your skin.

The ones called Mystery and Baby appeared in your sight and you prepared to attack them.

“It’s usually all the other way around” you told yourself out loud.

They were strong, calculated in their attacks and definitely soul-starving.

Baby grabbed you by the shoulders and Mystery tried to use his claws on you, but none of their attacks succeeded. Their black haired leader appeared and as you tried to flinch away, he was able to take your mask, uncovering your face. You had definitely bitten your tongue while fighting with him, and the taste of blood filled your mouth.

“Get away from me, assholes” you yelled.

Jinu was able to grab your arms and surprisingly, he simply stared. He didn’t do anything to hurt you.

Under a thick and exaggerated black makeup, he could see your face. The same face he fell in love 400 years ago.

Noticing he was distracted, you pulled out your weapon, and with a big push that took all of your strength, you were able to get him out of your hair.

“I said: Do not touch me!” You yelled, finally slicing some of his skin.

He backed away, looked surprised at you and after touching the wounded skin, it healed in a second.

You huffed and spat some blood before looking back at the man. He looked at you shocked, like an idiot actually. He transmitted to you an uneasy feeling. With a worried sigh, you held your wounded arm on your chest and turned around to run back to the girls. And thankfully, the demon didn’t follow you.

But he discovered it was actually you. His lover…

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The first time they met, Rumi thought he could’ve killed the leader of the Saja Boys. The second time, she grew alarmed as he stated the meeting had to do with one of the members of Huntr/x.

What could possibly want a 400-year-old demon possibly want to do with one of her friends? Rumi had no idea. But she was curious and worried

“Straight to the point” Rumi threatened with her sword pointing at Jinu again when he appeared by her side.

“Tell me more about the fourth Huntr/x member …” Rumi frowned and defensively stood straight. Almost as if you were actually there and she wanted to protect you.

“About y/n? What’s your business with her, huh?” Jinu sighed at Rumi pointing her sword at him. “She’s the one to compose and produce our songs. Comes up with the melodies and is our visual member”

“I know her” he revealed.

“What?”

“She was a concubine in the palace. Lower rank but a concubine with privileges…”

“My y/n? 400 years ago she was a royal concubine?” Jinu nodded at her, and Rumi still looked shocked.

“Same body, same hair, same eyes. And.. same voice” by the tone Jinu used, Rumi began to believe him. It was too honest and there was no actual reason for him to be lying. Plus, she needed to know how to protect you.

“So she reincarnated? Because she doesn’t seem to remember you” she didn’t mean to be hurtful, but mentioning the fact that you had no idea who Jinu was, hurt him.

“I guess so…”

“And she was your…”

“She was my lover” Jinu admitted shamelessly.

It made Rumi immediately lower her sword. She was truly shocked.

“I didn’t mean to, but I believe Gwi-Ma forced me to confess about our affair. He must’ve known y/n had hunter blood. And- I sent her to her death”

“I wanted to run away with her. To leave the palace and take my mom and sister as well. They would’ve loved seeing me with y/n. And I wanted to marry her. We talked about it the night before she died” he closed his eyes, showing visible pain at the memory. Rumi genuinely felt bad for him. And certainly some mixed feelings for you. “I confessed in the morning and before sunset, she was already dead”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea…” Rumi offered to say, but Jinu shrugged.

“Of course you wouldn’t know”

They stared in silence for some minutes, only the purring of Derpy could be heard as Jinu patted him in the head.

“Gwi-Ma likes to play in my mind the memory of her cries and sobs as they took her to be executed. She screamed my name, begging for me to save her… And I stood there like a coward”

Rumi sighed and after debating it for a couple of seconds, he patted Jinu’s shoulder.

“And that’s why you’re helping him now? To leave the shame behind and get her back?” The man nodded.

“I could help. But I won’t lose my friend…” Jinu turned to the braided woman and noticed she was threatening him as well as advising him.

“Just help me to make her remember” he pleaded.

Rumi wasn’t convinced but nodded.

…

It wasn’t easy. You hated demons as much as Mira did. You and her were almost done with the choreography of “Takedown” and Zoey said your violent ideas for the lyrics were on fire.

They were singing “How It’s Done” and since you were on break after a little accident, you weren’t part of that song. But soon you’d make your re-appearance with Huntr/x after six months.

You pass by the Saja Boys, and a few steps before making it to the stage, you feel a hand around your wrist.

With a big frown of confusion, you turned to see Jinu.

He was always staring at you and trying to get close to you. And that had never happened to you with a demon.

Your friends finished singing and met you backstage. There was an intermission of 40 seconds before it was your turn. So they look at the scene, shocked to see Jinu approaching so intimately in public.

“Do not touch me again, demon scum” you spat out, yanking away from his touch. And ignoring the electric feeling rushing through your chest.

Mira smiles and raises her brows in surprise at your sudden defiance. After her, you were the toughest, a pure ambivert. But even as you tried to keep a straight face, you couldn’t help but stare at the young man looking at you as his band mates gathered beside him.

Just like Rumi, Mira, and Zoey did with you.

“Easy there, teeny tiny” Romance said smirking at you.

“Just tell your useless leader to stay away from me” you replied firmly, barely eyeing Jinu when you turned around, leaving to wait until you were up to enter the stage.

“Fuck…” you whispered to yourself, feeling stressed out, needing to rip off your choker and gloves.

Rumi came hurriedly to gently stop you, making you frown in confusion.

“Tell me something…” she told you.

“Huh?” Your friend looked worried and she spoke in a rush.

“Are you sure you don’t remember his name? Jinu? Or his face?” Rumi asked with tons of seriousness that made you frown.

“Rumi, what is wrong with you? He’s a demon for heaven’s sake!” You huffed in disbelief, giving her a harsh glance before grabbing your microphone and starting to sing, Mira and Zoey going right after you.

And all the time you were on stage, you wondered why you felt so weird around that demon. You despised his face for some reason, but he never made you feel under attack. The thought of already knowing him popped right after the presentation. You gave him a glance as he and the Saja Boys prepared to sing “Soda Pop”. His eyes met yours and for the first time, curiosity invaded over you.

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yesterday’s blackpink concert was WOW, 100000/10

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: BF!Nerdjo x GF!Reader 💙🤓

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Nerdy BF!Gojo x GF!Reader; College/No Curse AU; Inexperienced!Gojo x Experienced!Gojo; First Time Blowjob; First Time Sex; subby!Gojo x FDom!Reader; Obsession; Pussy-Whipped!Gojo; Friends to Lovers; College Romance; Gojo is a FREAK

Writer’s Note: I've wanted to write about Nerdjo for soooo long now so I decided to do a little Drabble since I ain't done one in a minute. I may do a Nerdjo fic one day but we'll see. Enjoy! -Jazz

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I'm thinking about Nerd!Gojo or Nerdjo if you will and how adorable yet irresistibly sexy he is.

Nerdjo who is at the top of ALL of his classes, the smart fucker, and will tell anyone who asks. Who is proud of all of his academic achievements and accomplishments, from spelling bee competitions in HS to aced exams in college.

Nerdjo who got spots in and scholarships from the top schools in Japan and overseas, including Harvard, when he graduated from HS.

Nerdjo who you will find chilling in his campus' library, hidden between two book shelves, reading up on the history of mathematics and bio-chemistry, two of his favorite subjects.

Nerdjo who doesn't realize how fine he actually is with his snow-white hair, piercing blue eyes behind his spectacles, and delicious body hidden beneath corduroy blazers and cashmere vests (all very sexy to you, mind you).

Nerdjo who has embarrassingly never had a girlfriend before and little sexual experience due to his nerdiness turning most girls off and his shyness getting in the way.

Nerdjo who will stutter and blush at the slightest compliment he receives by a pretty girl...like you. Who has been secretly eyeing you since he realized you share the same class.

Nerdjo who damn near got a nosebleed when you gave him your number for tutoring sessions since you bombed your last test. "Math is not my strong suit," you so cutely giggled, making Gojo go pink in the face. "Hey, you tutor students, right? I'll pay you if you help me out!"

Nerdjo who fell for you the moment you met him in the library for your first session in your pretty, flowery sundress and sandals so he could see your painted toes that he definitely didn't think about stroking his cock later.

Nerdjo who is a borderline creep the way he checks out your ass when you sit down in front of him and may be a stalker when you give him your IG, not liking any of your photos in fear of giving himself away.

Nerdjo who can't believe it when you ask him out after weeks of tutoring you and you ace your next test. "It's just coffee," you bashfully giggle, "but I wanna show you how much I appreciate your help."

Nerdjo who got teased by his longtime friends Geto and Shoko for his date and nearly stumbled into the café for your coffee date. Who could barely drink his latte because he was too busy watching your glossy lips move as you spoke, thinking about them moving in another place.

Nerdjo who can't believe he managed to get a girl as pretty and fun as you. Who has no problem when he blabs and yaps about his interests. Who brings him out of his shell and attempts to play his favorite video games.

Nerdjo is a fucking freak behind closed doors. Who is borderline addicted to you like you're a drug he can't get out of his veins.

Nerdjo who is nervous the first time you become intimate with him, not wanting to disappoint you. Who cums twice at the nudes you send him and leaks in his pants after hot make-out sessions behind the bleachers between class breaks.

Nerdjo who whimpers, moans, and whines at the way your mouth feels when you blow him, the first time and every time after that. Who whimpers out "B-Baby" and "Fuck, sweetie, you're so good" as you gag and slobber on his thick cock in his empty dorm room, his glasses foggy.

Nerdjo who came a little too quick when he got inside you for the first time and blushed so red that he felt dizzy, but calmed down once he felt your hands on his face and heard you giggle, "It's okay, Tarou. I flattered you think my pussy is that good. Let's just try again~"

Nerdjo who pounces on you every change he gets, damn near speeding to your dorm when your roomie is gone and making sure to satisfy you in every possible way he can.

Nerdjo who fucks you with his glasses on, laughing with you when the things fall down his nose as he's putting you in the mattress, drilling his dick in and out of your perfect, velvety pussy that squelches and throbs just for him.

Nerdjo who will stammer, stutter, and look at you all soft-eyed at a compliment you give him, but will suck on your clit and fuck you dumb like it's no one business, the change in demeanor giving you whiplash.

Nerdjo who wipes your cum off of his frames when he eats you out with his glasses on, moaning about how sweet you taste. Who will kiss and lick every part of you. Who will steal your panties and keep him for himself to cum in when you're unavailable.

Nerdjo who is just too fucking CUTE!

[ayexaye]

hiii making a request; Shidou x fem reader where she’s the force that kinda grounds him?? friends to lovers type beat. prettypleasecantheykiss

a/n; sorry this took me so long for some reason 😭 I took DAYS to write this I was struggling so much, mostly cause its hard for me to imagine shidou being calm in any capacity LMAO hopefully it turned out okay and thank you so much for the request <3

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˚⋆｡°✩₊ Let me into your heart ᡣ𐭩

Shidou Ryusei x reader, headcanons and a short fic [700~ words]

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-When you two first meet, you're one of the few people that don't flinch away when he says or does something crazy, which is what gets him interested in you in the first place

-Something about you makes him actually listen to you. If he's too “intense” you just give him a look and he just calms down

-Even though he pretends to brush you off and acts like he doesn't care about your opinion, he always ends up following whatever you want in the end

-You don't scold him for how he acts, and it reminds him that he isn't some kind of monster

-Once you become close friends, you're very much a safe place for him, a place he can be vulnerable, even if only a little

-Partly because you can tell so quickly when he's genuinely upset about something

Shidou was never good at staying still or being quiet, and you know that well from being friends with him.

His shoes scuffed against the floor with every bounce of his foot. He stared at you from across the café table, leaning against his palm. You paid him no mind, continuing to read through your textbook (much like he was also supposed to be doing).

He let out a groan, leaning back in his seat and dragging his hands down his face dramatically, loud enough to draw in glares and side eyes from other people in the café.

“You're so boring- this is so boring! Can't we go do somethin’ fun?? I don't wanna study anymore.”

“You're the one who said you wanted help with this chapter,” you replied, not bothering to look up from your notes.

“Well I lied,” he said, leaning closer to you. “I just wanted a reason to hang out with you.”

“Shocking.”

“You should be shocked,” he grinned. “I don't give my time to just anyone, babe.”

You glanced up at him with a half-hearted glare. He laughed, leaning back in his chair again—so far you think it might fall over.

“You're gonna get us kicked out…” You muttered as you closed your book. He scoffed, letting his chair fall forwards again, the front legs banging against the ground with a loud thud. “And don't call me that.”

“So you're done?” He asked excitedly, eyes lighting up when you shove your notes back into their folder.

“For now. Since someone can't seem to last 5 minutes without causing a scene.”

“Me?” He pointed at himself in mock offense, scoffing. “But I've been so well behaved!”

“Do you think threatening to punch someone on our way here is well behaved?” You countered.

“He looked at you weird! And I didn't actually punch him.”

You rolled your eyes as both of you stood up. Once you both got out of the café, he latched his arm around your shoulder. “C'mon, I'll walk you home. I deserve it for being such a good boy today, don’tcha’ think?”

You failed to hold in your laugh, and didn't try to shrug him off as his arm stayed comfortably slung around you. You walked together quietly for a while.

It always seemed like Shidou was calmer like this when it was just the two of you.

“I honestly don't understand why you like hanging out with me all the time,” you admitted.

Shidou shrugged. “I mean, you give me shit sometimes but… I kinda like that you can put me in my place, y'know?”

“Someone's gotta do it, or else you'll end up in trouble all the time.”

You finally arrived at your front porch, and you turned to face him. “Well... Thanks for the walk.”

Shidou didn't move, eyes focused on you. “Do you want me to leave?”

You paused. He was uncharacteristically serious as he waited for your answer.

“Uhm—It's kinda late.” You cleared your throat, suddenly unable to meet his intense gaze. Truth be told, you weren't sure yourself if you wanted him to leave. But saying that out loud.. “Probably should…”

Shidou must have been able to read your hesitation, because as soon as you turned towards your door, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer. Your heart pounded suddenly in your chest.

“I don't wanna leave yet,” he said quietly. “Especially if you don't want me to.”

You sucked in a sharp breath as he leaned closer to you.

“I can be good for you. I will.”

“Shidou—”

His free hand cradled your cheek. “Let me?”

His eyes bore into yours, desperate, hungry. But you could also sense a rare uncertainty from him, like he wasn't used to wanting something so badly without knowing if he would actually be able to get it.

You nodded, and it was all he needed to lean in and kiss you. His hand slipped from your wrist to your waist, shockingly delicate compared to how rough he kissed you. When he finally pulled away, you were speechless.

“You don't gotta say anything. I've just been wantin’ to do that for a while.”

“Then..” Your hand latched onto the collar of his jacket, pulling him with you as you opened your front door. “I think you should do it again.”

── .✦

𖹭.ᐟ Masterlist — thank you for reading! likes/reblogs/comments are greatly appreciated <3

[aadupadu]

TimKon Fic Recs

I have like 38 ao3 timkon bookmarks, so here's a list of

Conner Kent x Tim Drake Fic Recs

*Please make sure to read the ratings, warnings, tags and summaries before starting any fic*

Short/One shots:

Top-notch Identity Porn and the kinda thing that gives you butterflies. The plot is very interesting too. It'll have you hooked immediately.

Haleythewriter in general writes amazing TimKon. She's definitely one of my favourite ao3 authors. If you're okay with reading incomplete fics that might never update, then check out her other works that I haven't put in this list too. She has their dynamic nailed.

Has nail-biting, toe-curling unresolved sexual tension. Bi Superboy supremacy, and age-appropriate Tana too. Unlike most TimKon fics, it's from Kon's POV. If you want to read more of his perspective, then this one is good.

Long/Multi-chaptered:

My favourite TimKon fic to this day. I love this fic to the moon and back. Not too short, not too long, and the dialogue makes their interactions the funniest thing ever to read. The situations they are put in are very creative but never too on-the-nose. The perfect teen romance.

You won't find a more perfect fic out there. The 1990s setting - like in the comics - really adds to the charm of it, their dynamic is awesome yet still awkward like it would be in-character of two teenagers. An iconic must read.

At this point, this fic is a right of passage for anyone who loves TimKon. It has identity porn, good plot, and tons of romance. A complete classic.

Another must read. It has a nice subplot that doesn't take too much wordcount and the characters don't become too sappy that it seems out-of-character. Since it's from Tim's POV, Kon keeps you guessing about his thoughts and feelings most of the time which is low-key pretty fun. I think Tim is a pretty unreliable narrator here too. His predictions are very murky and questionable.

But it's still veryyy...xy chromosome-esque, if that makes sense? Like you see a lot of their thinking and actions that are typical of guys, so it's realistic in that way. Some people might not like it, so proceed with caution.

True to the summary, it's heavy on the Identity Porn so if you like that then you will enjoy this. Super cute and amazing. It's on the fluffier and sweeter side - like miraculous - so it makes you giggle like a maniac.

Conner and Tim are SO Peter and LJ coded and I will die on this hill. From the tweaks in the plot to the progression and their chemistry, it's all completely perfect. If you love fluffy romcons, this is it for you.

A very funny, fluffy and fun read. If you don't like drama very much or would like to read a fic not-so-heavy on the superhero parts, but still set in the canon universe, then you'll love this. It has a shit ton of spice though, so you could say it's a porn with plot.

If you liked this list and enjoyed these fics, then lemme know if you're interested in a DamiJon Rec list and I'll make it.

[goodlucktai]

How would Draxum react to Gio being alive and present in the Good Timeline? Does he even remember there being another baby turtle back when the explosion happened during the turtles mutation?

Also! I hope your day has been great!

this also became a happy birthday gio fic <3

x

Draxum sips coffee from a mug that says You Float My Goat and observes the chaos unfolding before him like a land surveyor. 

The turtle lair has become something of a second home to Baron Draxum over the last couple of years. A reluctant, grudging second home—let him make that very clear. He was adopted despite his best efforts, digging in his heels and leaving claw marks behind as he was dragged along by the current. 

Likening the Hamatos to a tidal wave is putting it kindly. They are a catastrophic weather event just waiting to happen. But there was only so long a person could swim against the tide before they either drowned or accepted the new direction their life was going. Draxum half-drowned half a dozen times on the way here. 

He’s fairly certain that no one believes him when he complains about biweekly family dinner. He doesn’t even believe himself half the time. 

It’s hard to believe when he has taken to lingering, well past an acceptable time to make a beleaguered escape—like earlier, when the dessert and coffee came out, and no one asked if he was staying longer, they just poured him a cup. 

The flourless chocolate cake was rich without being overly sweet. Which was probably why one of the servings received a healthy scoop of whipped cream to top off the ganache, and why Giorgio endured a round of good-natured teasing from all sides with a straight face when that plate was set in front of him. 

Draxum is watching him now, the newest addition to their number. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor of the den with his hands out in front of him, while Leonardo uses his hands to rewind multiple skeins of yarn into balls. He has said all of six words all evening, but it’s far from a standoffish silence, and it’s absorbed easily into his brother’s general mayhem. He’s watching Leo work like nothing more interesting exists on the planet, at least until Michelangelo plows into the room with a messy armful of his own art project for the purpose of parallel play. 

The tiny spotted turtle that Draxum had not had large hopes for. It was significantly weaker than its counterparts, and prone to sickness. He had even, he recalls with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach he refuses to acknowledge or name, considered discarding it altogether once or twice. 

He saw the portal open as the lab folded in, he saw the spotted turtle vanish in a sharp cut of light. It was two times a lost cause. Draxum will never admit how many hours he spent searching the wreckage of his life’s work for the hopeless creature anyway.

And here the lost cause sits, broad-shouldered and solid, as if nothing has the power to move him. 

“Ugh,” Leo says abruptly, interrupting Mikey’s stream-of-consciousness chatter to project his voice across the room where the rest of his siblings are sitting around the island, “April, you are such an Aries.”

He almost certainly hasn’t been listening to April’s story, he had just decided she had gone uninterrupted for too long—the prerogative of obnoxious younger siblings, Draxum has learned against his will. Leo is facing the wrong way for anyone in the kitchen to see the little smile on his face that only comes from successfully stirring the pot. It’s a secret just for Mikey and Gio and—incidentally—Draxum.  

Their human sister whirls around to gape at the back of Leonardo’s head as if stunned by the audacity. 

“Coming from a GEMINI of all people,” she starts hotly. 

“Woah now,” Raphael says, lifting his hands, but it’s too late. Donatello has already lowered his phone. 

“What is that supposed to mean,” he says in a tone that suggests there is no right answer. 

“I’m a Pisces,” Mikey pipes up cheerfully, laying on his stomach and kicking his feet and getting glue seemingly everywhere but on the collage he’s making. He lifts a messy hand and pokes a magazine cutting to Gio’s cheek; the residual glue on his finger is enough to make it stick, a crooked pink star damp enough that lettering from the opposite side bleeds faintly through. Mikey giggles, and the sound of it settles neatly in Draxum’s heart like a bird returning to its nest. It must feel similar to Gio, because his face softens the same way. 

“I’m a Cancer,” he replies gamely. 

“What,” Leo says, not a question. “No you’re not,” he goes on, “because if you were a Cancer, your birthday would be, like, next week. We’re not prepared for that.”

Gio blinks at him, face giving nothing away. 

Leo says, “Gigi. Tell me it’s not next week.”

“It’s fine,” Gio says. “It’s not until the fourteenth.”

Mikey lets out a hysterical bark of laughter, quickly smothered by a glitter-covered hand. Because everyone in this family could sniff out a trainwreck three days before it happened, drawn to trouble like bees to honey, the other three have tuned into the conversation occurring on the living room floor, and it’s Raphael who says, “That’s today.”

Gio frowns, unconvinced. “Is it Monday already?”

“Okay, people, focus up,” April says, clapping her hands together, “we have less than four hours to pull off the best last-minute twentieth birthday party this town has ever seen. I need everyone to bring their A-game.”

“Oh, oh, we gotta go to that party store on 8th,” Mikey says, scrambling to free himself of paste and stickers and newspaper pulp. “They’re open till ten and they have piñatas!”

“Loving the energy, Michael,” Donnie says, “but if you touch me before washing your hands I will have no choice but to kill you and then myself and Georgathan’s party will be off to a rough start.”

“Wait, someone has to get Pops,” Raph realizes, as he picks Donnie up by the shell in one hand and Mikey in the other and holds them an arms length apart, “if he misses out on choosing Gio’s birthday cake he’ll never let it go.”

Leo uses Gio to push himself upright, leaning his weight on Gio’s shoulder while he maneuvers his forearm crutch into place. Gio supports him by sitting still and steady, unable to do much else with his hands still wound in blanket yarn. 

The slider points at him, eyes narrow and forbidding, mouth a firm line. 

“I’m forgiving you this once because you genuinely have no concept of time and one of us should have asked before now and added it to the family calendar. But next super important date you keep a secret, we’re fighting.”

“Noted,” Gio says solemnly. 

While his siblings hold court in the kitchen, he patiently works the yarn off his hands and twists it into a hank, setting it neatly out of the way on the pile of finished yarn balls. There’s no salvaging whatever Mikey was dreaming up, but Gio puts lids back on paints and twists glue caps closed. 

Of all the turtles, this one comes the closest to the vision Draxum had of them—soldiers. Powerful and resilient and obedient, doing what needed to be done, never talking out of turn. The runt of the litter, the one he had given up on for the most part, turned success story. 

It makes him unreasonably unhappy. 

“You’re not seriously going to eat more cake, are you?” Draxum says for lack of better thing to say. He doesn’t usually have to fill silence in the turtle lair. Silence is a critically endangered species here. “You had a piece at dinner, and half of Blue’s.”

“Birthday cake is different,” Giorgio says plainly, which means yes, he absolutely will. 

He isn’t wearing his gloves. There are pale scars on his palms, long-healed, that are too neat to be anything but intentional. The marks on his arms and shoulders are easier to look at because they, at least, are randomly-placed and incidental. All of them are little miseries no child should have had to live through. 

Least of all, Draxum thinks, a child of mine. 

“You know, your brothers have two birthdays each.” He doesn’t realize he’s going to say it until he does. “The birthdays that Splinter chose for them arbitrarily when they were infants, and the accurate dates I had recorded prior to their mutation. They have unilaterally decided their arbitrary birthdays are their real ones, and treat the dates I gave them as freebies. An excuse to make me buy them food and presents more than anything.”

Yoshi cackled when he got wind of the whole thing and encourages the behavior with glee. He calls it seventeen years of back due child support. 

Draxum does not say that he feels some small warmth when turtles show up at his door, uninvited and inconvenient but never unwanted. He wouldn’t hate to see Giorgio adopt the obnoxious tradition, but he doesn’t say that either.

What he does say is, “I can tell you when your second birthday is. I haven’t forgotten.” 

Gio stops what he’s doing, watching Draxum with dark unblinking eyes, totally implacable. 

What would he have been like, if he had been allowed to grow up with the others? Draxum knew him only briefly after his mutation, but he knew Giorgio to be a fussy baby, only ever happy when he could shelter next to his siblings. He cried easily, wanted to be held always. How much of that child would he have outgrown naturally? How much of that child never grew up at all?

What feels like an hour later, Gio says, “If you want.” As if it truly doesn’t matter how many birthdays he’s granted, even if that number is zero.

Give them an inch, and the Hamatos will flood your life with nonsense. You will never know another moment’s peace. You will forget, altogether, what it felt like to spend your days alone. No one is immune to or exempt from their nature. 

And Draxum, for better or worse, has been adopted. 

“Enough,” he says, setting his mug aside and standing at full height. The teenagers all stare at him owlishly. Draxum frowns at them for a moment longer, to be sure he has their attention, and says, “If we are doing this, we are doing it right. No one does fireworks like fire yokai. Michelangelo, April, you’re with me. We’ll pick up the Caseys on our way.”

“Explosion brigade,” April whoops, and bumps fists with Mikey, who is still very much in air jail.

“I think I should be in the explosion brigade?” Donnie interjects. 

“We want NYC to still be standing tomorrow, Tello,” Leo says patiently. He’s studying Draxum with a furrowed brow, gold eyes darting between him and Gio as if he’s looking for evidence of the conversation they had out of his earshot. “All good?” he asks his eldest brother, protective streak a mile wide to those who know what to look for. 

“All good,” Gio says, smiling at him. “You know, Casey Junior is a Leo,” he adds, entirely for the round of gasps he receives. 

“Isn’t that July too?” Mikey shrieks. 

“That little sneak!” April says, whipping her phone out to send a strongly-worded text. “He was sitting right there when we were planning the twins’ party and he said nothing. Gonna try to pull a fast one on me? I don’t think so, pal.”

“Nice try, throwing Junior under the bus, but we’re still getting you a piñata and a birthday cake and all the balloons these bozos can fit in the tank,” Raphael rumbles, nudging Gio’s shoulder with his elbow. 

Gio exhales, his familiar ghost of a laugh, that blink-and-you-miss-it good humor. It’s barely anything, but it always makes his little siblings glow with happiness to hear, like they’ve won something worth bragging about. 

For a brief moment, Gio looks back at Draxum. 

“I’d never turn down free cake,” he says. 

[cuteiemonster]

Honestly I don't have much of an explanation outside of I like the irony of a Blind Watcher. And. Well. Grian is right there for things to go awry like that. So,

This was created for the 2024 Reverse Big Bang hosted by @mcytblraufest !! Us artists had to create artwork for the writers to claim this time around! >:)

and speaking of writers.. my art garnered the attention of not one, but two writers, who both created fanfics based off of my art!! It's been such a cool experience seeing how differently they've both taken things and they're both VERY WELL DONE!!!!!!!!

" Glass " by @honeylashofficial

Parts make up a whole, but Mumbo hasn't been a part of anything for a very long time. He was okay with that though. The world was more than welcome to continue outside his window, as long as he had his oven and his cable tv all to himself. But every once in a while, the outside world comes inside, and he has to chase it back out with a broomstick. This time, his technique backfires in a way he never could have imagined. Or... Mumbo could count the number of his friends without even raising a hand. Who knew that a 30,000 year-old creature stealing his bed comforter could change that?

" Lost To The End " by Sary_Sary

Six months ago, Mumbo’s closest friend vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but unanswered questions. 6 months later, a strange creature appears in his bedroom, with no inkling of how or why. With no clue how this creature got there or what it wants, Mumbo is thrown into a whirlwind of confusion as he tries to figure out what is going on. Now, Mumbo has to continue trying to figure out where Grian went, all while learning what this creature even is, and how to help him without harming him in the process. To make matters worse, the only person who can help him unravel this mystery is the one person Mumbo swore he would never work with: Scar.

[camellcat]

y'all I used to be normal about xander harris. I used to go yeah y'know I like him he's just a totally normal guy. I think he's really sweet actually, but hey I completely understand why some people may not like him

but the way the fandom treats him has pushed me SO far into defense it's like rewired my brain or something. actually he's done nothing wrong ever. I don't even care anymore. I take back every critique I've ever made of him. you don't Get Him like I do. he's written as terribly inconceivably ooc sometimes and you're all treating it like it's NORMAL!!!! when other characters are NOT subject to the same bullshit even when they're sometimes written even worse. we can wave away SO much shit for others, but xander? no, no, no. and when he IS in character, does ANYONE care to perhaps I dunno EXAMINE WHY HE'S ACTING LIKE THAT? oh? no? we're just gonna take it at face value, when we would not do that for any other character??? when he's written off and sometimes even intentionally off, then that's perfectly in line and just Who He Is Actually

I need to talk about the pack specifically because I have GRIEVANCES with the fandom here. what in the actual hell is going on. why are we acting like the possession was who he really is deep down??? it's clear that the hyena spirit is simply taking him at his base sort of thoughts I suppose (e.g., him having a hard crush on buffy, being jealous of angel, secretly knowing about willow but not requiting) and amplifying them to be HORRIBLE. at the end, he's visibly guilty over what he's done despite it being out of his control. he doesn't say anything because how COULD he? what would he even say? these are the most important people in his life, and he was forced to hurt them. and they obviously forgive him and don't blame him for what happened, because he's not exactly subtle about remembering, and I sincerely doubt they'd just let what he did slide if they thought he truly was responsible. these guys are all with the silent communication, and it's not always good, but it's how they roll. also, GUYS. THINK OF SPIKE'S MOTHER!!!! THIS IS AN INCREDIBLY SIMILAR SITUATION!!!!! he has never in the entire time we've known him actively go out of his way to hurt people the way he does in this episode. because that's not who he is or who he ever wants to be

I also want to talk about how brave he is. I keep seeing people calling him a coward and it genuinely baffles me. are we watching the same show? what are you ON about?? even the show points it out: he's completely and utterly human, and standing up to fight evil on the front lines with everyone else anyways. there two absolute standout moments I especially adore and want to point out. and there ARE more moments, but these are my favourite. the first is when xander decides that if no one else will, he'll go help buffy fight the master, and alone if he has to. and he saves buffy, because he TRIED. I honestly don't think anyone else would've tried to save her once they saw she'd died like they were all told she would, but he did. because that's who he is. and the second is one my friend pointed out to me that is just so good, where xander stands up to angelus in the hospital. angelus could snap him in half within a blink of an eye, and xander tells him to leave. he's terrified, because he KNOWS if angelus wanted to then he'd be dead without being able to fight back, but he guards buffy like a little dog facing up against a lion. he wouldn't win, but maybe he could buy her just a little more time, maybe someone would notice and help her, maybe angelus will decide it's too much effort and leave like he desperately hopes, maybe maybe maybe. he's gambling with his life here, just like before by walking into the master's nest, and he'd do it again without a second thought to protect his loved ones. he DOES do it, again and again and again over the course of the show

this isn't to say xander doesn't have his flaws. he's not the best boyfriend for sure, and while those are mostly out of his own insecurities and trauma, it's still not a great. I don't give any of the other characters that excuse to let bad relationship behaviour slide and I won't give him it either, but it is at the least an explanation. that is just a real flaw that he struggles with throughout the whole show outside of anything else. he can also be very snippy and mean when he's feeling defensive, and he's got a bit of a possessive, jealous streak that isn't fantastic, but he's the heart for a reason. in fact I honestly think those traits work really well as cons for the heart

the xander we see in the show is someone who wants to be good and do good. he cares so, so immensely for everyone. EVERYONE who sticks around in this show, does xander latch onto to as one of his own people to look out for. he tries and tries and tries to do the right thing, to protect and take care of the ones he loves in any way he can, and he kind of sucks at it sometimes. he makes the wrong choices even when he means well, and sometimes when he doesn't. but god is he trying harder than almost anyone else on that show to just be A Good Friend. I'm going to go so far as to say I think he is actually a better person than almost every other character on this show (other than buffy and tara of course)

why isn't he enough when there are other characters who are SO much worse than him in this show?

[luvo27]

Should i like. Be plugging my fics here? Because to be honest i kind of was of the mind that everyone who would care to read the things i write had already seen them

[radieulon]

i wonder what they're talking about............................

[fstarnd1sco]

great idea i had for a fic:

when jayce's around 26, he and Viktor are testing out some new way to contain the crystals' energy when a fuse blows up and the prototype explodes. this was pretty standard for them, so Viktor doesn't really react to the explosion apart from the original finch and blowing out a breath. He lets out his usual "you alright?" not even looking at jayce as he dusts himself down

jayce doesn't reply.

he's face down on the ground, unmoving. That is the worst day of Viktor's life.

A big chunk of the frame had hit him square in the jaw but the impact against the ground had been what had knocked him out. The doctors said it took them two hours to fish out all the crystal fragments off his face and neck, said that there might be some still under his skin, but that they were not harmful.

jayce sleeps for two weeks and three days.

he wakes up on a Tuesday. Viktor is working, sitting on a chair by the window, just beside him. He has not slept for days. One second he is reading his notes and the next he's glancing at his partner to find him sitting up, eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. Viktor puts his notes aside and straightens his back, ready to stand up, but the movement startles jayce so bad a finch almost knocks him off the bed. When he locks eyes with Viktor he looks terrified, like a bunny in front of a wolf. Then they relax. Then Viktor could swear he can see grief in them.

jayce throws himself off the bed, towards Viktor, falls to his knees trying to stand up and crawls his way so, so quickly towards him. Jayce collapses over Viktor's lap, clinging to him and mumbling things Viktor cant make out.

with a shaky hand, Viktor hugs him back. It scares the shit out of him.

and after that we have a like, Victor Frankenstein and Henry Clerval kind of situation in which, it is explained throughout the fic (to a reader that understands this because of the events of the show, but not to viktor) that when he was unconscious jayce had been trapped in one, or maybe more, of the bad realties like the one from ep 7.

jayce is so distraught from what he has seen inside the arcane he spends the summer bedridden, he suffers from night terrors and fevers (ejem ejem Frankenstein ep5 BUT jayce is victor and viktor is henry and not the other way around because how FUN is that change of dynamics??) and Viktor takes care of him.

i think a good way to end this would be a scene where jayce asks Viktor something like "you are still working on hextech, aren't you?" and with a heavy heart Viktor replies that he is. Jayce tells him that he does not want him to, but its said with no energy, melancholically. Viktor goes on about how he would make sure that the things jayce saw would NEVER happen. Jayce just looks..... defeated. He says that he cannot stop Viktor and then the reader understands that jayce, truly does not have the strength to stop Viktor OR to leave Viktor. so he just. stays. knowing.

and they repeat the cycle all the same, and they have the same exact ending.

[stoplightglow]

do you have any thoughts on what your next published WIP will be? Sorry if this is pushy or pressure-y, I don't mean it that way I'm just a fan and wondering what you're up to.

no worries! engaging in that tag meme definitely opened the door for this, and i'm always happy to talk about fic. something camgideon is probably up next.

the truth, though, is that fic has taken a backseat for me right now! i have had a Hard Few Months and have been struggling to find enough energy to work, with very little left over for hobbies. so i can't say when anything will get published.

that said, talking about my WIPs was a lot of fun for me and those docs are always open on my laptop. i'm doing my best with them <3 and i really appreciate you caring about my work.

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[benevolenterrancy]

AND IT'S COMPLETED! Last chapter finally posted!

The Torchwood team manages to get themselves dumped into the middle of the Korean War and have to struggle their way through injuries, medical staff, time anomalies, demon hunters, and more general confusion than even they're used to dealing with on the regular in order to find a way home.

Meanwhile the MASH crew get a bunch of British spooks who just may win for being the weirdest patients they've ever had, and that's saying a lot.

[hattedhellspawn]

Not that anyone rlly cares except my husband but! I am back on Tumblr :) took a long break for health and such and because I had little interest in the web for a while. Good to be back I missed seeing my funnies and sillies (mutuals and ppl I follow) 💜

[grxceful-ly]

“In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man.”

Miles choked out her name before he realized he was moving, flickering in and out of sight as he shoved past his other self with a burst of electricity and cleared the edge of the roof.

He only cared to remember his own lack of webs somewhere between during the freefall and after the jump.

“And in every other universe, it doesn’t end well.”

[infizero]

every time i so much as think about that scene where light looks at porn magazines while scowling i go into hysterics its genuinely the funniest thing i've ever seen