#when i planned it i entered a trance state so it takes up 2.5 pages in my big wip doc

[seijch]

wip game: flustered/wind/whisper/look!!!—brige

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the characters im most comfortable writing arent the type to get flustered very easily which means im pulling a few sentences out of my ass but thankfully!!!!! i have everything else 🤝🏻

untitled yamaguchi neighbor au (tentatively titled banana pancakes)

the knock comes again, this time sounding less sure of itself. in your attempt to stop any further distraction from your show, you open the door.

oh. it’s the cute boy that moved in last week.

oh, you realize in horror, it’s the cute boy that moved in last week. for fuck’s sake, you’re wearing a my little pony shirt from middle school. middle school! “hi,” you blurt.

“i’m really sorry to bother you, but would you happen to have any instant pancake mix? i could’ve sworn i had some left, but i think my friends used the last of it when they stayed over, and-” he looks even cuter when he’s flustered. was that even legal? even in the less than ideal lighting of the hallway, you find yourself counting his freckles before being brought back to reality.

luck of the draw, a futakuchi superhero au

The night winds have always felt their best when you’re above the city, wings carrying you higher than you ever thought you could go. It looks beautiful from up here, and you land at the top of the highest building of the city, taking it all in. Three-Eyes had come by earlier to give you more instruction, and your head still buzzes a bit when you shake it, still feeling his influence.

as long as it takes, a bokuto reincarnation au

“koutarou,” you whisper, and the weight of his true name forces his head to bow to you. he grits his teeth, says your name like it’s poison on his tongue.

that’s all he gets to say before kuroo silences him for good, the ethereal light around the former angel stolen away in seconds. you bring his body back to the town. you collect your reward. you feel hollow, the naked surprise on his face all you can see behind your eyelids.

thirty days has september, a kuroo demon au

unfortunately, the demon is still in your living room when you wake up (feeling significantly better) seven hours later. he’s channel surfing as you leave your room, and from the looks of it, isn’t finding anything fun to watch.

“hello again,” he greets, not even looking up at you.

“so it’s true then? you really are some demon we managed to summon?” one of your friends was big on witchcraft, but you thought it would be the innocent tarot-card type, not the type that brings the creatures of hell into your shitty apartment.

“yup. call me kuroo.”