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no thorns, no roses.

reader (f) x jsh. summary: a modeling gig turns into a test of your patience (and your self-control) — 11.4K words — is enemies with benefits a thing?, basically pwp, semi-public hooking-up?? — warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings

additional warnings: degradation (lite), unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), probably like a billion red flags lol

"Good news, y/n!" your boss yells over the phone, and you wince as you pull the speaker away from your ear. Mingyu was a nice guy but, Christ, he was fucking loud. You slowly put the phone to your ear again. "You booked the Dior gig!" 

Your jaw drops. "No fucking way. You're lying!" Silently you kick your feet in the air, a giddy dizzy feeling buzzing through your whole body. If Mingyu could see you on the other side of the phone he'd be laughing at you, but from the safety of your own apartment, you could act as ridiculous as you wanted. Your boss is yelling something into the phone, but you're not listening as you jump around your couch, pumping your fists in the air like the protagonist of some corny rom-com movie. 

"...really liked your stuff. Their girl backed out after getting food poisoning and they need someone else. I know it's extremely short notice, but it's tomorrow afternoon— can you make that work?" 

You nod vigorously before remembering you're on the phone and Mingyu can't actually see your face. "Yes!" you reply breathlessly. You can't feel your legs anymore, so you slump on the couch, clutching a pillow to your chest.

"Awesome! I'll get in touch with their creative coordinator right now and forward you the details ASAP. Thanks, y/n," Mingyu says with a short goodbye, and the line dies. 

For a moment, all you can do is sit in shock. Dior wanted you. And not only that, but it was for a shoot in Vogue?! You flop onto your back, still speechless. You had to be dreaming. It had been years since your last major shoot, and it had been such a disaster that you had refused to do any luxury shoots since then. Except that when Mingyu had told you that Dior had sent out a notice to all the major modeling agencies looking for new blood for their latest campaign, you knew you had to try. 

So you had spent the last few weeks filming and editing your best walks together into a video, compiled with countless headshots, past work, and endless pose references. Your favorite brand was looking for new talent, and there was no way in hell you could pass up the opportunity. 

You throw your arm over your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. The sick thing was that it had actually worked. And now you were going to Vogue's studio tomorrow to work directly with some of the most renowned designers in the world. God, it made you want to pee yourself a little bit. 

Somewhere across the room, there's a small ding! from your phone from where you had thrown it and you hastily push yourself off the couch to grab it. A small notification reads "Congrats!" and in your dazed state you clumsily click on it, opening the email from your boss.

Hey, y/n! Here's the information from Kelly, the creative coordinator at Vogue. Let me know if you have any questions. 

Congrats again!

Kim Mingyu | Talent Coordinator

AGC Modeling Agency

—--- Forwarded message ------

From: Kelly G. <[email protected]>

Sent: Monday, July 29, 2021 8:56 AM

To: Kim Mingyu <[email protected]>

Subject: VOGUE x Dior 2021 Shoot Replacement

Hey Mingyu! 

We've run into an issue with one of our girls and we need a replacement. We really liked the work of y/n and would love to work with them! Here are the details from Dior's creative director, and I've included a few images of the sample pieces they've asked us to shoot. Let me know what you think!

Thanks!

Kelly G. | Creative Coordinator

VOGUE Magazine

Your eyes skim the rest of the email, reading over the shoot info as fast as possible. Well, the clothing is more revealing than you were used to doing, and the colors were, honestly, underwhelming, but your excitement outweighed your trepidation. 

If it was just another solo shoot, and it sounded like it was, you were ready to give them your best material. The creative director wouldn’t even know what hit them.

As you climb into bed that night, you can't fight the smile that threatens to take over your whole face, and you slowly drift off to sleep, dreaming of camera flashes and a world painted with unimaginable color. 

----

The next morning, however, as you stand outside the Vogue studio door and your stomach threatens to push itself out of your mouth, you wonder if you've truly chosen the right career path. 

"Mingyu, I don't know if I can do this," you say, turning to look at your manager. His dark hair is effortlessly tousled, and in the bright morning light, he looks as if he's glowing. You often wonder why Mingyu had never become a model himself, but whenever you asked, he just brushed off the question in the infuriatingly cool way that he did everything. As you watch a few strands of his perfect hair wave in the cool New York morning breeze, dimly, you also wonder why you’ve never asked him out. 

"Your stuff was great, y/n," he says, with a goofy little pat on your shoulder. "If anyone can 'serve face' it's you!" 

You wrinkle your nose in disgust. It was horrendous how he tried to keep up with the youth, but there was no hope with Mingyu. So you simply nod and let him lead you through the door, trying your best not to vomit all over yourself. 

The door shuts behind you with a horrible clunk, and as you follow your manager through the catacombs of Vogue's creative spaces, you try your very best to feel excited. 

No! You tell yourself. You are excited! Except you're also impossibly worried about making a fool of yourself in front of the top fashion magazine in the world, and possibly affecting the rest of your career forever. 

"Ok," you say nervously, "Snap out of it!" Miles of beige drywall seem to pass by you. Why the hell is this hallway so long? You swear you’ve been walking for eons now, and the longer the hallway stretches on, the smaller you shrink. 

By the time you reach the end of the hallway, you can't be more than a few centimeters tall. Mingyu chooses an unassuming beige door and allows you to enter the room before him. Some of the photographers are already in the room, and they wave politely as you enter. The backdrops are set up and ready, with a few more options draped across support beams and tables. There's a chair centered under a few lights and you see your clothing rack, already adorned with a few of the flimsy, delicate pieces you'd be wearing. Being in the space has an immediate effect, and you can't help but feel a jolt of excitement in your stomach.  

After setting your bag on a chair in the back, you catch sight of a bed tucked behind one of the backdrops. Had you read anything about a bed being used on set? You couldn't quite remember, and you were about to ask Mingyu about it, but he had already disappeared into the growing throng of designers, off doing his managerial thing. You take a quick look around. No one seems to be watching you, and besides, it’s your set so why not get used to it? 

You approach the bed, curiosity and confusion battling in your brain. It didn’t seem to really fit with the strange and spunky summer theme, but maybe it was for some kind of boudoir moment the art directors had in mind? There had definitely been some gauzy things mixed in with Dior’s array of pieces. 

Honestly, the longer you look at it, the more delightful the bed looks. The pillows are squishy and adorned in soft, shiny silk, and there are a few blankets strewn artfully across the comforters. Man, you really wanted to jump onto it like a little kid, but you also wanted to appear professional— so that meant no jumping. For now at least. 

You turn to walk back to your seat, barely looking where you’re going when you crash headfirst into someone else. Papers go flying, coffee splatters everywhere, and in the sudden flurry of motion, there’s a cacophony of swearing. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I totally wasn’t looking where I was going. I can pay for your dry cleaning, or run and grab you a new shirt. God, I am so, so sorry,” you babble, suddenly sweating profusely. In a panic, you kneel down to gather the papers as fast as possible, shoving them into a haphazard pile and offering them to the other person with as apologetic of a face as you could possibly make. 

And then you make eye contact with them.

Fuck. Your heart drops into your stomach.

The man you just ran into wrinkles his nose. “Oh. It’s you.” His dark eyes are flat with disdain. 

You fight the urge to throw a punch (and also throw up). It’s been years since you last saw him, and yet, you seem to be having some sort of Pavlovian response to his voice. 

“Joshua Hong,” you say through gritted teeth. The other creatives are watching the two of you with poorly disguised interest, so you attempt to actively suppress the rage gurgling uncomfortably in your stomach by forcing a smile onto your lips. It doesn't work, but they don't need to know that.

Joshua takes the forgotten papers from your hands, offering you a dry smile before stalking away without another word. 

Wow. He really has not changed at all. Still just as insufferable and impossible as the last time you worked with him. 

Vague memories of getting drunk and hooking up with Joshua swim to the front of your mind. You hadn’t known you were going to be working with him the next day. He had just been some hot guy at a bar who you had chatted with briefly. All you can really recall is singing (extremely drunk) karaoke with him, making out with him in his car after a particularly raunchy song, and waking up in his bed the next morning. You wonder if he remembers how he held you like you were glass, whispered empty promises in your ear, and made you feel like a princess. He had made you feel like you were unforgettable. And then he hadn’t even acknowledged your damn presence at the shoot later the same day.

After all these years, even after all the effort it had taken you to forget the heartbreak you had felt, one glimpse of him was all it took to send you back to the very beginning of it all. With a particularly large jolt in your chest, you’re horrified that your body still craves him so badly.

“Y/N?” Mingyu’s voice calls out to you, breaking you out of your reverie. “Are you okay?” 

You realize your nails had been biting into your palms and you release your fists, trying to relax the tension in your shoulders and your jaw. You plant the most reassuring smile you can on your face and nod. 

"Perfect, actually," you say, doing your best to ignore your roiling stomach. The smile on your face feels more like a grimace the longer you hold it. 

"Do you... do you need to go to the bathroom?" your manager asks, quirking an eyebrow and throwing a thumb over his shoulder. He looks a little afraid of you and you can only imagine how insane you look to Mingyu. You brush him off. 

"No, I'll be fine." Yes, go now! Get out of here! Run! You smile again before shuffling quickly back to your bag amid the whispers that continue to follow you across the studio. 

You hadn't seen Joshua Hong in years, and somehow you still couldn't look at him without feeling an explosion of confusing emotions. He had completely humiliated you, belittling you until you had run out of the room and cried in the bathroom for twenty minutes. He made you look like a fool. He had made you feel like shit. Mingyu knew your history with him, but Vogue must have not told him that Joshua was working on this shoot, because you know your sweet, but dense, manager surely would not have booked you for this if they had. 

Professionalism be damned. You wanted to throw (another) cup of hot coffee in Joshua Hong's perfectly chiseled face. 

You look up from your shaking hands for a moment to see that the bastard has already disappeared. You're not sure if that fills you with dread or relief. Ok, you can't ignore this.

"Mingyu!" you whisper loudly, pulling your manager aside. "You didn't tell me Joshua Hong was going to be here!"

Mingyu looks defensive. "They never told me he would be here!" He wrings his hands for a moment. "Y/n, I swear, I never knew he was working this shoot or I would've never booked this gig for you." 

You take a deep breath, forcing your erratic heartbeat to slow until you think you're capable of speaking rationally. "I'm sorry, but I can’t do this." 

Mingyu looks even more apologetic, and he runs a hand through his dark hair in frustration. "I'm sorry, but at this point, you have to. We don't have any backups nearly as good as you, and backing out would be a huge hit to your career."

You were expecting the bad news, but hearing it directly from Mingyu felt like a huge blow. Suddenly your stomach feels like it's going to eject from your body.

"I lied," you say, clapping a hand to your belly, "Where's the bathroom?" 

"Turn to the left and it'll be at the end of the hall," Mingyu replies, concern in his eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yep! Perfect!" you mumble hastily before walking as quickly out of the room as you could without running. The nervous energy in your body was building until you felt you could climb walls. Clinging to the ceiling surely would be less strenuous than the rest of today.

In your state of mild hysteria, you shove the door to the bathroom open without knocking, only to see Joshua standing over the sink, holding his soiled shirt in his hands. He whips his head around in surprise. And you only just barely see the muscles of his shoulders rippling under his honeyed skin before your eyes are the size of dinner plates. 

You might now hold the record for reddest face in two seconds. 

"I'm so sorry!" you squeak, yanking the door shut. Your heart is racing a million miles a second. You had just seen Joshua Hong shirtless. (Sober.) And even though you had before, something about this felt worse. Fuck. Fuck! Your luck was unbelievable, and there's absolutely no way you could get through this shoot amiably with this man. Not after you ruined his shirt and certainly not after you invaded his privacy in the span of fifteen minutes.

You lean your back on the wall for a moment, holding your head in your hands, heart pounding so heavily you think you might faint. The darkness of the back of your eyelids is somewhat soothing and you stay like that for a while, wallowing in your despair. But then you hear what sounds like the doorknob turning, and walk back towards the studio as quickly as you possibly can.

"Two minutes!" you hear someone call, and the feeling in your stomach only gets worse. Somehow you were going to have to wear skimpy lingerie next to the man that had made you feel ridiculous and sell the illusion of sex! Luxury! Your stomach gives a particularly robust gurgle. 

"Y/N!" one of the stylists calls as you enter the room again. "Let's do wardrobe!" She takes you over to the racks, pulling out a few pieces rapidly, scanning them and your body before settling on a silky black slip dress, which is far more sheer than you had hoped. In any other situation you would have fallen head over heels, but knowing the man closest to being your arch-enemy was going to see you in it suddenly made it extremely unappetizing. The stylist hands you the hanger, showing you to a row of make-shift dressing rooms.

Behind the curtain you slip into the dress, and the silk is smooth and cool against your burning skin. It really is quite pretty, and here by yourself you enjoy the way it clings to your body in all the right places. Unprompted, your brain floods with the image of Joshua's back— broad and tan and toned with muscle. 

Imagine him seeing you in this dress...imagine his hands on your body—

"Ok! That's enough!" you interject, crushing the thoughts before they can fully form and liquefy your brain. You take a breath, staring at yourself in the tiny mirror taped to a support beam.

"You got this. It's just another job. Do it for the check." You flash yourself a quick thumbs up.

After opening the curtain, you're whisked away to makeup and hair, where you're accosted by a few more stylists who fuss over your appearance even more. They end up deciding on a bold smoky eye and some simple lip gloss and fluff your hair until it looks effortlessly tousled. 

But all too soon you're done with prep, and the only thing left is to start the shoot. Awkwardly you stand off to the side of the studio, waiting for the director to give you instructions. You still haven't seen Joshua, which just sets you on edge even more. 

"Y/N!" the director says, appearing by your side. "We're going to start with your solo shots, just for some variety." You smile, allowing your shoulders to relax. Solo shots you could do. A stylist leads you over to the chair and instructs you to sit.

And it goes flawlessly. It's like once you're in front of a camera your body takes over and you know exactly what to do with your arms, what facial expressions to make. The space becomes your own. The director takes your photos, pausing every few minutes or so to instruct you on a new pose or to fix your hair, but the first half of your shoot goes by without a hitch. You feel alive, happy even, as you work, as Joshua fades to the background. When it's just you, you can focus.

"Fantastic work, Y/N!" the director says, as she flicks through a few shots on her camera. You do look great. "The editors have a bunch of really great material to work with." Ok, so maybe this wouldn't be completely terrible. As long as you focused on yourself and on giving your best material, everything would be fine. 

As if on cue... he appears and all your resolve crumbles.

Except— he's still not wearing a shirt. Well, he's kind of wearing a shirt, except that it's completely unbuttoned and exposing his entire chest. He's also wearing a pair of simple black dress pants, but to be honest, you're a little distracted by his perfect abs to really notice. Ok, you didn't know this was part of the plan. You feel the heat rising in your cheeks, and wrench your gaze away, trying to discreetly fan your face as Joshua walks over. Desperately, you hope that he won't mention your little mishap.

Oh my god, he was still hot. Did this change anything? No... you still hated him. Except now you just felt even more conflicted internally. Your body was telling you one thing, but your head was telling you another and you hoped your awful shoot partner being hot didn't suddenly alter your entire perception of him, but you couldn't even—

"Y/N?" Joshua's voice cuts across your inner monologue like a knife, dry and without humor. "The director is speaking." You shoot a panicked glance at him, withering slightly when you see the same unfaltering gaze looking back. He looks so unamused, it's incredible. You wrench your head back towards the director, hoping you look apologetic enough.

She gives you a nonchalant smile and continues on without issue. "You know Dior. Everyone knows Dior. I want you to look sexy, suave, effortless. I know you're both seasoned professionals so I'm not worried, but try and make it as electric as possible." 

Sexy. Suave. Electric. Yeah, no worries. You shove your heart back down your throat, trying your damn best not to let your trepidation show. Electricity between you and Joshua. Well, there'd certainly be something.

You try to catch Joshua's eye, to gauge his temperament, but he seems content with ignoring your presence like always. As he sits in the chair, one of the panels of his shirt falls open, flashing the slight curve of his waist again. Despite gritting your teeth in annoyance, your heart does a very confusing loop-de-loop in your chest that makes you feel mildly ill. 

After Joshua has settled in the chair, the director motions for a camera. "Ok, for this first shot, Y/N, I want you to place your left foot on his knee so you're facing him. Joshua, let's have you put your hand on Y/N's calf— yeah, exactly like that."

You've forced yourself to look away from Joshua, acutely aware of how short your dress is and how much it's riding up your thigh. Seriously, this is your first shoot and you're already sweating. Joshua places his hand on your leg like it's nothing, but it's taking everything in you not to cringe away. He smells good, too. Fuck! You're trying to remember that you hate him and yet his presence has shaken you to the bone. 

"Lean in a little more, Y/N," the photographer says, "You're a little stiff." You nod, and shift so you're even closer to Joshua that you'd like, your chest uncomfortably close to his face. 

Jesus. And this was only the first set. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying to ignore your pulse racing heavily through your body. Joshua seems unfazed as always, perfect and unruffled. 

Right, because you're supposed to be professionals. Heat flushes up your neck in shame. He hadn't said much and yet you were the one acting childish. You try to distance yourself from the man next to you, telling yourself he's just another model doing his job. And for a while it works. You take a few different shots from different positions— you in front of him, then behind the chair, then next to him, somehow managing to incorporate your leg every time. The director has Joshua inching his hand farther and farther up your thigh until his fingers are practically playing with the hem of your dress, and you are desperately trying to keep your cool. Joshua has a tendency to dig his fingers into your skin every time he moves his hand, and it is doing confusing things to your brain. Then—

"You want him to what?" you say incredulously, eyes wide. You know you shouldn't be reacting like this if you want to keep your job, but Joshua is throwing you off your game.

The director smiles. "I'm going to have you sitting in the chair this time, and I want Joshua on the floor." 

You slowly sit in the chair, back stiff as Joshua crouches on the floor next to you. 

He briefly looks at you and mutters, "Is it okay if I touch you?" but it's more of a formality than a courtesy. You stare at him, mouth agape and swallow thickly. 

"Uh— yeah. No, yeah, that's fine."

He places his hand on your thigh again, fingers gripping the soft flesh ever so slightly, and you desperately hope he doesn't notice the slight shiver that runs through your body. If he does, at least he's civil enough not to mention it. 

The photographer is frowning. Oh no. "The energy is still dead. Joshua can you sit in between Y/N's legs?" 

You freeze. Even Joshua seems slightly put out. But the look in his eyes fades as quickly as it appeared and he dips his head in acknowledgement. Then he turns to you. 

God, you've never wanted to fade out of existence more than you did right now. Having his head right next to your— you-know-where?! Your legs seem to be glued together with the effort it takes to pry them apart. Joshua awkwardly climbs in between your knees, trying to pose as nonchalantly as possible. It's as if your spine is glued to the backrest of the chair; you're completely immobilized. You don't want Joshua there. In fact, you don't want him anywhere near you. 

The director frowns. "Lean back! Relax! Loop your arm under her leg, too. You could even lean your face against her thigh if you feel so inclined." 

Your eyes have to be so wide right now. Joshua, even though he's clearly uncomfortable, wraps his hand around your thigh again, and leans his head towards your skin. His mouth ever-so-slightly brushes against the inside of your thigh, his breath warm against your burning skin. Goosebumps erupt across your body, and you feel the ghost of a smile on the corner of his lips.

You, however, cannot relax. You can't make this look natural no matter how hard you try, and Joshua being so close to your womanhood is certainly not helping. The camera clicks echo through the room as the photographers take a few shots of the two of you.

But after a few minutes, the director still looks unhappy, and you have a sinking feeling it's your fault. 

"No... this still isn't right. I like the vision, but this still feels a little forced. Let's try something else."

Isn't it all forced? you think, disgruntled. Joshua shifts his grip on your thigh ever slightly.

The director turns the chair to the side, telling Joshua to sit on it again. She squints for a moment, walking around him a few times and muttering quietly to herself. After a few more minutes, she steps back. Then she looks at you. 

"Sit in his lap."

Excuse me?

You don't move. Every bone in your body seems to be made of lead, every muscle completely froze. Joshua stares at you, an unreadable expression in his eyes. You swear he discreetly raises an eyebrow, as if in challenge, but you blink and it's gone. Even your throat feels like it's closing up. But who are you to challenge the director? 

Awkwardly, you throw one leg over Joshua's lap, settling yourself as casually as you possibly can. Your heartbeat is screaming in your ears, and you're terrified he'll feel it against his chest. The silky fabric of your dress is offering absolutely no comfort as it shifts over your skin. Joshua's shirt is gaping, your own skin dangerously close to his.

Joshua places his large hands on your back, and the heat from his palms seeps through the delicate silk as if there was no dress at all. You can't even look him in the eyes. You know you're supposed to be acting like you're in lust, but right now you're simply immobile. His cologne wafts tantalizingly off of his skin, and you bite your lip, trying your best to ignore the way his breath washes over your collarbones, the way the heat in your core seems to be intensifying every second you spend flush against him.

"That's a little better," the director says, before whispering something to her colleague. They start to take pictures as they flit around you. 

Unconsciously, you've been squirming around on Joshua's lap to get comfortable, and you start when you feel his fingers press into your skin, his breath hot against your throat. 

"Stop doing that," he hisses under his breath, and then you realize... the thing underneath you that you thought was maybe his phone... is definitely something else. Heat rushes to your face and you freeze as best as you can. His chest is heaving just imperceptibly. There's definitely arousal slowly pooling in your barely-there underwear, and you are quite literally praying to God that Joshua won't say anything. 

"Sorry," you squeak, turning your head so you don't have to look at him. He's probably embarrassed, so you'll do your best to be as professional as possible. It happens to everyone. 

Except Joshua seems less mortified than you. He slides his hands down your spine until they're just barely resting on your ass. You swear he squeezes. 

"Are you though?" he murmurs, pulling you centimeters forward on his lap, so for a hint of a second there is a moment of delicious friction and a rush of pleasure, and your eyes widen. But then you clear your throat, looking to the director for more instruction. There's an unreachable itch building under your skin, making you feel antsy.

She still looks unsatisfied, shaking her head. 

"Ok, I don't know what the issue is here, so let's take a break." She frowns at the two of you as you hurriedly clamber off of Joshua's lap, pulling your dress down as far as it can possibly go. He looks unbothered, cooly crossing his legs and sitting back. The flush in your cheeks won't go away and you fan your face, knowing you look ridiculous in the frigid studio. 

"I need you two to figure out what the deal is," the director says, fixing the two of you under a firm stare. "You're two of the best I've worked with, but you're not giving me what you promised. I don't know what happened between you two or if anything did at all, but don't bring this tension into the studio. Use lunch to figure it out." She looks disappointed and you feel your heart sink. They were never going to hire you again! 

The director points at Joshua. "We'll take your solo shots after lunch." She turns away to make the same announcement to the crew, and they start to file out of the room, hardly sparing the two of you a second glance. 

You're frozen in place, not trusting yourself to walk to your chair in the corner. The last of the crew leave the room, and the door closes with an air of finality. 

The silence is suffocating, and you are, to put it in so many words, insanely turned on now. You turn to Joshua, looking everywhere but him. You wonder if he's equally as on edge. 

You open your mouth to speak when his voice cuts through the tension.

"Ok, why don't we just deal with this like adults?" 

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief.

"Well, I wasn't going to scream and cry, if that's what you thought," you retort, frowning. There he is again with his irritating know-it-all behavior. 

The hint of a smirk flits across his face as he toys with one of the thick silver rings on his fingers. "Maybe not." Joshua looks amused by something, but if there is something humorous he gives no hint as to what it is. Frustration flares in your stomach. 

Your frown only deepens. "Spit it out, then." Your patience is wearing thin. 

Joshua suddenly fixes his dark eyes on you and you're taken aback by the shift in the room. "Do you want me to say it? Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?" 

"I—I have no idea what you're talking about," you say helplessly, pulling on the hem of your dress. There is not enough fucking fabric in the world that would make you feel covered under his stare.

Joshua looks unconvinced. "Are you sure? There's nothing you... need help with?" He's taunting you.

Heat rushes to your face. "If I needed help with something, it certainly would not be from you." You wrench your eyes from his face, suddenly feeling rather small. You're thankful he's far enough away right now— if he came any closer, you certainly would not be able to hold up as well. 

Joshua raises an eyebrow. God, you are so tired of this man and his mind games. A sudden burst of irritation replaces the timidity in your voice.

“What is your fucking deal?” you spit, hands balling into fists in frustration. Joshua's little comments have you riled up far more than you care to admit. How could he say that to you? In the middle of working? 

To your surprise, Joshua doesn’t snap back like you thought he would. Instead, a cocky smile slides across his lips, and he pins you under his gaze, dark eyes shining with vicious gloating. 

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he says, sitting casually on the chair. His easy demeanor has you on edge.

"I—" You falter, put out. “Notice what?”

Joshua pauses for a moment to examine his nails. “The heat quite literally radiating from you.” His eyes slide back to you, lingering on the strap of your dress fallen off your shoulder (and suddenly said heat in your core increases tenfold). Fuck. 

This is actually the worst possible thing that could be happening to you right now. Like, literally ever. You seem to be trying to make up for all the confessional you missed over the last couple decades because you shoot a couple more prayers God’s way, hoping for a miracle. 

“I don’t— I don’t know what you’re talking about," you say again. You know exactly what he's talking about. All moisture in your mouth vanishes.

Joshua stands, slowly walking towards you. Instinctively, you back away, eyes glued to his face as he approaches. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely turned on right now, and you know Joshua can tell. As your back hits the wall, you let out a small gasp. 

Joshua is impossibly close— somehow even closer than when you were posing, and you know you’re supposed to hate him, and you know there’s supposed to be some kind of thought process repelling him from you, but the same deep, woody scent of his cologne is clogging your senses and you're finding it extremely difficult to remember exactly what it was that you loathed about his stupidly handsome face. 

“What are you doing?” you choke out.  

“Don’t play stupid,” Joshua murmurs, eyes roaming unabashedly over your body. The silk dress is pointless as if he could simply see right through the flimsy fabric. "They put you in this. How was I supposed to concentrate?" 

“You’re the one being stupid right now,” you shoot back, hoping and praying that you can control the tremor in your voice. Joshua is close enough that you can count the faint blemishes across his skin and see his eyes sizing you up. “Do ever think with anything other than your dick?” 

Joshua cocks a perfectly manicured eyebrow. He looks bored. “Sometimes yes.” Suddenly he’s all up on you, boxing you in against the wall in between his arms. Hot breath fans across your face, but you’re frozen. You can’t look away as your heart hammers in your chest. Shit, you can’t stop looking at his chest.

He flashes that same infuriating shit-eating grin. “Other times... no.” 

Joshua's sudden change in demeanor is making your head swim, but there's no point in pretending you don't want him anymore.

There's no going back now.

“Fuck, Joshua,” you breathe before crashing your mouth to his, pulling him into a heated embrace. As soon as he looked at you with those ridiculous eyes of his, any and all of your restraint flew out the window. 

His hands are on your body, hot and heavy, as they roam your skin, giving away his poorly concealed restraint. By the way he holds you so fiercely, he had clearly been waiting to ravish you. Fingers catch on the hem of your dress but you can't even get yourself to stop him. The thin silky fabric is doing nothing to keep the heat from his body out. It's like you're already naked. 

Joshua, ever the show-off, catches your bottom lip in his teeth, coaxing a soft moan from your mouth. He looks smug as he pulls away, delighted at finding one of your weaknesses. You don't have half the mind to play games with him. Your mind is in shambles, and your body might be, too, as he plants his mouth on your neck, nipping at the delicate skin with poorly disguised enjoyment. He clearly likes seeing you squirm. His fingers tangle in your hair. Your knees are weak. Air is already so sparse. 

Joshua's fingers dig into your hips. "You're moving too much," he says lowly, the sound vibrating against your jaw. God, when was the last time someone kissed you like this? Your last hook-up had been (quite literally) so dry and so unimaginative that you had sworn off casual sex for a while.

But kissing Joshua... the way he moaned softly into your mouth, tightened his grip on your body, pulled you towards him. Even though you knew how he was romantically, he kissed you like he needed you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You fought to keep your eyes open, to see the dark hair brushing against your cheekbones, to map the spots dusting his skin hidden ever so slightly under his makeup, to see how the flush on his skin burned and deepened with every single second you two stayed locked together. But it's taking every ounce of self-control in you not to crumple to the ground that you let your eyes fall closed. You know when to pick and choose your battles. 

Except that then he pushes a knee between your legs and there's already so little fabric between you and this man that you freeze. Your eyes fly back open. Joshua boldly presses his thigh up against your body, right against the ache building in your core. You bite down on your lip to stifle the pitiful little sounds trying to escape from your mouth, refusing to give in to Joshua that easily. He shifts his knee, the fabric of your panties catching on his pantleg. You swallow a quiet moan.

You are suddenly very aware of how... hot you actually are. Joshua breaks away from the kiss, a lewd string of spit connecting your mouths together. Your arousal has spread to your chest, and you think you might faint.

"Oh dear," Joshua murmurs, as one hand trails down your waist and over your thigh. His eyes seem to dismantle the last of your composure the longer they rake across your bare skin. You let out a shaky breath as he wraps a hand around your thigh, drawing it up near his hip with startling swiftness. Your heart is thumping so wildly that you're amazed you can even hear him over it at all.

"You doing okay?" He smiles wickedly. 

It’s all you can do to gape stupidly at him, the words dying in your throat before they're even fully formed. It's infuriating how Joshua is able to so easily render you speechless. Every word that falls from his cruel mouth is just another reason not to sleep with him, but the taunts just sound so damn pretty that there's little stopping you from fucking him right here, right now.

Except that you're at work. On a lunch break. Hooking up with your enemy. His nails bite into your skin.

Joshua smirks with some sort of sick amusement. "You were so talkative... what happened?" He asks, leaning in until his lips are mere centimeters from yours. You want to kick yourself for how badly you want him. How badly your body needs him. 

You open your mouth to retort when he catches your lips in another searing kiss, this time with more tongue than teeth. You spineless sucker! The last of your dignity is just barely hanging on by a thread. Joshua kisses you fiercely, even groaning slightly as he kneads your thigh with his fingers. You’re about to completely lose your head.

"Joshua," you moan quietly, hands clumsily tugging his shirt off his shoulders. (Thankfully half the work had already been done for you.) He hardly breaks the kiss before tossing the shirt somewhere in the room with impatience. "They're gonna come back s-soon." Oh, but you can't even get yourself to care. 

Not with the way his hands grip your ass, not with the way his mouth keeps leaving dirty little surprises across your skin. God, you're going to hell.

“Let them find us,” he pants before lifting you into the air, arms holding you up by your thighs. You barely even register where he’s taking you until you roughly hit the mattress with a loud huff! of air. The pillows are just as soft as you had imagined.

Joshua stands over you, shamelessly drinking in your body. You feel a little silly, like a doll splayed across the bed. 

Joshua licks his lips. “You are simply wearing too many layers, my dear.” You’re pleased to hear a rasp in his voice that hadn’t been there before. 

“And what are you going to do about it?” you ask him, tipping your chin back in challenge. The heat is positively radiating through your body, pulsing so strongly you’re amazed he hasn’t made another comment. The tension is so palpable that it’s become a game of who’s going to snap first. 

And lucky for you, Joshua takes the bait without a second thought. 

He mashes his mouth back to yours, roughly pushing the straps of your silly little dress off your shoulders and down your hips, fully exposing your décolletage. Joshua plants his mouth on your throat, sucking less-than-delicate hickies along the line of your collarbones; barely waiting for the contusions to bloom before he’s nipping at them again. The carelessness of his teeth, the crude sensuality of his touches— it’s enough to strip you down into a writhing mess beneath him. 

Barely a second passes after Joshua decides he’s done marking your neck that he suddenly licks a messy line up your chest, attaching his mouth to one of your nipples and slurping with obscene moans. Oh my God, was he trying to kill you?! Your mouth falls open in surprise, fingers gripping the sheets as you writhe underneath him. 

“Joshua—“ you start to say but he just laughs, cutting you off. It's not a sound of comfort, but derision.

“We’ve barely done anything, and already my name seems to be stuck on your tongue,” he remarks, sitting back to admire his handiwork. This man truly is shameless with the way he looks at your body with pride. Covering up the clusterfuck of bites across your chest is going to be no easy feat. 

Your tongue seems to be stuck in your mouth. Truly you can’t even form words. And what’s even worse is that he’s right, because the most you’ve done is make out for a while. Oh God, he’s going to absolutely ruin you. 

His tongue trails down your stomach, leaving a few kisses here and there, stopping right above the waistband of your underwear. Joshua smirks, as his fingers brush over your panties. They're completely soaked and the embarrassment has you hiding your face in your hands.

"All for me?" he asks, before pressing a few kisses along the inside of your thigh. His hair tickles your skin as his fingers playfully pull aside your panties.

"Don't flatter yourself," you say, breathlessly. Joshua simply hums in response, his fingers dangerously close to your crotch. 

He draws himself up, leaning over you. A few dark strands of hair fall in his eyes. 

"Can I?" he whispers, just above your mouth. You simply nod, afraid of the things that will come out of your mouth if you speak. 

And then he's pressing two long fingers into you, watching with rapt attention as you toss your head back in pleasure, stuffing your hand in your mouth to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out. His fingers curl in that wicked "come here" motion that has you winded, clutching the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut. The longer you clench down on your jaw, the more difficult Joshua seems to be making it, scissoring and twisting his fingers until you think you might just scream. You're in a fucking studio for God's sake, but Joshua seems hellbent on breaking you as he pushes his fingers even deeper, to the knuckle, inside you. The icy cold metal of his rings presses against your skin, boiling hot.

Joshua smirks as he toys with you, even leaning over to recapture one of your nipples in his teeth. 

"Joshua—mmph," you moan, and Joshua actually places a hand over your mouth, smiling condescendingly. 

"If you're too loud I won't keep going," he says, as you roll your eyes. Didn't he know you were doing your best? It's not your fault his fingers are stuffed in your pussy and he expects you to stay silent. Plus there's something kind of thrilling about hooking up in such a public space. But when you don't respond, he stills his hand, leaving you clenching around his fingers desperately. 

So you nod, eyes fluttering shut as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you again, each time a little bit faster. Joshua's hand explores all parts of you while his mouth explores your neck, never leaving you a moment to breathe. There's something about the way he moves his fingers that has you curving your back into him, fingers weaving into the hair on the nape of his neck as if to pull him into a desperate embrace. But Joshua turns his head before you can kiss him, instead paralyzing you under a disapproving glare. 

"I told you to stop moving, didn't I?" he says with mock sympathy, pressing a large hand against your pelvis to pin you to the bed. The pressure on your stomach only further increases your arousal, and you hold back a groan as Joshua attaches his mouth to the pulse point in your neck. 

It only takes a few more measly minutes before you're falling apart, fingers digging into Joshua's arms as he brings you over the edge. Warmth pulses through your body and you flop back onto the bed, completely speechless. 

Joshua looks satisfied at your dazed expression as he slowly drags his fingers out of you. You watch as he places them on his tongue, messily licking your arousal from his hand, never once taking his eyes off of you. Fuck.

"Turn around and get on your knees," Joshua then orders, sitting back to watch you scramble to kneel, feeling a little stupid. You're not sure what he's going to do when you feel his large hand on the back of your head, shoving you facedown onto the mattress. You let out a choked whine as Joshua lands a firm smack against your ass, and then another, and then another. Each one leaves your skin red and stinging and a little tender, and by the time he's done your eyes are watering. You refuse to look at Joshua—you don't want him to see you crying. 

But still, he says nothing, and for a stupid moment, you wonder if he’s done with you. You're a little disappointed until you hear the sound of a belt buckle clinking and clothing being tossed. You turn to look, but Joshua forces your head against the mattress again, yanking a little on your hair as he pulls away. 

"Do you still wanna to do this?" is all Joshua asks. 

Well, you're currently laying ass-up in the middle of a prop bed, waiting for him to shove his fat cock into you until you scream like a worthless slut.

Truly, there was no recovery from this. 

So you breathe out a strangled "Yes," before Joshua is pushing his cock into you without hesitation, and the work of his fingers certainly helped a little bit, but you weren't expecting him to be so...well-endowed. 

You shove your face into the pillow, smothering the loud moan that falls from your lips as Joshua slowly, slowly thrusts into you. His hold on your waist is bruising, and with your face hidden from view, you miss the way his head tips back in ecstasy.

Not that Joshua would ever let you know the effect you had on him— the sight of your needy body giving in to his every move, the cloying scent of your perfume just as intoxicating as your dripping cunt. You drive him absolutely wild.

Joshua’s voice is strained. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts, bending forward to grab one of your shoulders as he thrusts his cock in a few more inches. Joshua has a way of melting you with every touch, like he knows your body better than you ever could. You let out another weak sob, your face buried into the silk of the sheets. He can not see how irrevocably aroused you are by him and his words and his vicious tongue.

“There’s no shame in crying,” Joshua chides the longer you hide your face, but you feel the smugness in every word suffocating you until you could cry from your pent-up sexual frustration.

"I'm not crying," you spit back, screwing up your face as he pushes even deeper into you. “I don’t— I don’t cry.” 

You imagine he’s smiling with that same fake sympathy as he watches your body shake, and the image of Joshua taking you from behind is enough for you let out another particularly strangled cry. But before the mortification even has time to settle in your chest, Joshua sinks the rest of his cock into you, bottoming out in one smooth motion. He lets out a string of expletives under his breath, fingers digging into your hips like he’s holding onto his last thread of reality. Secretly you’re pleased you have such an effect on him. 

“Jesus, would you relax?” Joshua mutters with exasperation, as your cunt clenches around him tightly. You try to tell him it’s not really your fault, but before you can answer, he deals a particularly harsh spank to your ass that knocks the air out of your lungs. 

Thankfully he gives you a brief moment, even if it’s just a breadth of a second to adjust before he’s drawing his hips back and thrusting forward with brutal efficiency. You smother your face into the covers, muffling your sounds of deep satisfaction with the comforter.

Clearly, Joshua has done this before, because he fishes for one of the pillows, lifting your hips to shove it under your pelvis before snapping his hips back again, slowly building speed until he’s just shy of pounding you into oblivion. Every so often Joshua’s cock brushes against that spot, leaving your cunt clenching involuntarily, and you have to bite down to keep your pitiful whines from escaping. Just to tease you even more, he leans forward to leave harsh bites across your shoulders, all the while murmuring how good you look from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with the sound of Joshua’s shallow breath is erotic, and it makes your head positively swim.

“Fuck!” you whimper as Joshua continues to rail you without mercy, the brutal steady pace of each stroke bringing you closer and closer to your release. The pleasure is reaching white-hot status, pulsing in your stomach and slowly spilling into the rest of your body. It takes everything in you not to cry out in frustration as Joshua suddenly slows, just shy of stopping completely. He wraps an arm around your waist, hand flush against your stomach as he leans his weight against your back.

“Now, you know that’s not my name,” Joshua simpers, breath hot against your ear. He shallowly rocks his hips, coaxing a few more weak babbles from your lips. “Try again.” He brushes a loose strand of hair out of your eyes, and the motion would be tender if he wasn’t oozing sordid satisfaction at seeing you all hot and bothered by him.

“J-Joshua,” you beg, clawing at the sheets. And then humiliation blooms in your chest at how quickly you act to please him, but there’s something so sadistically fulfilling about being abused by this man that you can’t even get yourself to care. You’re fucking your enemy in broad daylight in a studio of Vogue. Really, there's little left for you at this point.  

"That's right," he whispers.

You let out a particularly drawn-out groan of pleasure as he snaps his hips quickly, bringing the pace back to the same mind-blowing rhythm as before, arching your spine until you feel like you might snap. Joshua’s fingers in your hair tug your head back as he whispers vile sweet nothings into your ear. The messy symphony of sounds echoing throughout the room is just shy of pornographic. You clutch the sheets tightly in your fingers as your head tips forward in pleasure. Every muscle in your body is taut as your orgasm builds every second. 

As your eyes flutter shut in anticipation, you start to say, “I’m gonna—!”

Except, of course, Joshua won't let you off that easy. 

Just as you think you're about to reach your climax, he stills his hips for an agonizing second, rocking them slowly, slowly, slowly into you. Your release fades just as quickly as it appeared, and now your whole body is uncomfortably sensitive. This time you do groan in frustration, stuffing your face in one of the pillows again.

"Fuck you," you curse, but it's weak and hardly venomous. Your head is cloudy and full of fluff and in your pitiful state, it's the best you can manage. Joshua merely seems amused by your distress, fingers petting your head again as if to comfort you. You take a moment, breathing through the burn of arousal through your entire body.

Then Joshua snakes an arm around your throat, yanking you against his chest in one smooth motion. Your moans come out as choked whines, fingers digging into the firm flesh of his forearm in deep ecstasy. You feel Joshua smile against your ear, before his free hand creeps down to finally touch your aching clit, his fingers just barely grazing your skin. This bastard.

"Aren't you?" he mutters in your ear, landing a firm smack on your cunt and you gasp, jerking forward as much as you can while being restrained. The ache in your body is unbearable; you don't know how much more you can take.

Joshua presses a few digits against your lips, coaxing your mouth open, and unceremoniously forces his fingers in without a second thought. He presses down roughly on your tongue, massaging a few circles with the pads of his fingers. You whimper again, but the words won’t come out. 

“Use your words,” he murmurs, and you can practically feel the arrogance dripping from his voice. “I can’t do anything unless you tell me.” 

Evil, evil, evil man. You can’t even form syllables with his fingers shoved so far down your throat, and you’re half tempted to bite them off. But then Joshua ruts into you again, drawing a low groan from your throat as you fight to keep your composure. His chest is scalding hot against your back, electricity zipping up and down your spine every time you feel your bodies move and shift against each other.

God, you feel as if you could unravel right here. You’re half-tempted to plead to Joshua (once he finally takes his fingers out of your mouth) that he could do what he wanted with you, but the half-cognizant portion of your brain quietly reminds you that you need to be able to walk later.

Plus, you have a sneaking suspicion he'll do just that anyway. 

Joshua withdraws his fingers from your mouth and you choke for air, drool dribbling from your lips. He hardly lets you catch your breath before brazenly spitting on his already-soaked fingers, lowering his hand to rub cruel circles against your painfully tender clit. He’s barely touched you before you feel your climax re-building. Your body acts before you do, succumbing to Joshua like a wretched woman starved. 

“So touchy…,” he muses, as he continues to play with your clit, even tweaking occasionally to watch you writhe under him. Your stomach spasms as you gasp, digging your nails into Joshua’s thighs. You snake a hand up his neck, twisting your fingers in his thick, dark locks.

The words never even make it out of your mouth before Joshua draws his fingers away, jerking you roughly up by your hair. 

“Flip over,” Joshua says tersely, watching with amusement as you ungracefully slide off of his cock to lay on your back. You’re embarrassed by how needy and clumsy you’ve become. Joshua is criminally good as what he does, and your body is craving that final release; if he so much as looked at you a certain way you swear you might come untouched. 

Joshua spits on his hand again and pumps his cock a few times, eyes roaming over your body again, mapping the contusions blooming across your skin. His ego truly is through the roof, and if you weren't such a pathetic, wanton beast right now, you might even make fun of him for it. Dimly, you hope he’s going to shove his cock back in you and pound you into the mattress until you both come and that’d be the end of it. Problem solved! We can all go home now.

Well… you were half right. 

You weren't prepared for Joshua to press on the backs of your thighs until your knees were by your ears, crudely spreading your legs wider for him. He smiles up at you, smacking his cock against your cunt a few times and you choke, each lewd slap driving you nearer to the edge of madness. Joshua leans up against you until his face is inches away and presses a languid kiss to your lips. If you weren’t fearing for your sanity, it might’ve been a tender moment. 

“I’m gonna fuck you until you scream,” Joshua says, without decorum, calmly watching as your face falls. "And you're going to take it."

And he’s nothing if not a man of his word.

Joshua fucks you into the mattress until you’re a snotty, disgusting mess, moaning his name like some kind of fucked-up mantra. You know you’re supposed to hate his guts, but when he’s so deep in your guts, you can’t seem to think about anything except the way his cock slams into you, brutal and unrelenting, bringing you the closest you think you’ve ever come to seeing Heaven. 

In the time after you leave, you’ll faintly remember being fucked in one way, coming, being contorted into another degrading position, and promptly being fucked again. For more times than you can count, Joshua has you pleading, crying, begging like some insatiable harlot to let you come, and you don’t even have enough dignity left intact to care.

“Please,” you practically sob, “Joshua, please.” You’re a complete trainwreck under him, uttering his name over and over like some kind of filthy disciple. True to his word, he has you close to tears, practically pleading for his cock to ruin you— and it has.

Joshua braces himself on your thighs until his fingers leave marks, each stroke of his cock feeling even deeper than the last. After what feels like the umpteenth time, you don’t know if you can take any more denial, and he must sense it in the way you're scrabbling for his hand because Joshua finally relents. 

You let out the loudest, most unbridled cry yet as pleasure rushes through your body, tingling in your toes, your fingers, your stomach. It scrubs your brain of all thought, wiping the last of your hatred from your consciousness. The intensity of your release leaves you heaving, clenching around his cock until you can't breathe. Caught in the throes of pleasure, you don't see the way Joshua's brow knits together the more you whimper his name, the tighter you grip his forearm. As the very last of your orgasm ebbs, you collapse in relief, feeling woozy and deeply satisfied. 

Joshua continues to languidly pump his cock in and out of you while you ride out your high, a few residual whimpers falling from your lips. But with a simple touch from your fingers, he stills, the beginning pangs of overstimulation setting in. Your head feels like it's filled with cotton. 

Then you realize Joshua is still painfully hard, struggling to stay present. His hips stutter as he gives a half-hearted thrust, his mouth falling open lazily. Now it’s your turn to smile— little does he know, he’s put himself completely at your mercy. You clench around him a few times, watching with poorly disguised glee as his eyes flutter closed, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. 

“Should we deal with this like adults?” you ask as innocently as possible, smiling as Joshua nods desperately, the words lodged in his throat. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly. Oh, how quickly the tables have turned.

You pull yourself off of his cock slowly, hissing at the tenderness of your cunt. Instead of kneeling, however, you push Joshua onto his back, scarcely giving him a moment before taking him in your mouth. 

His cock is still rock hard, and Joshua tilts his head back with a throaty sigh as you moan around his length. His fingers curl into your hair and he pushes on your head, pressing your mouth down until you’re gagging around the base of his cock. Now he’s the one letting out breathy moans as you swirl your tongue around the head, cheeks hollowed, hand twisting up and down in tandem with your tongue. After everything the two of you had done, you know it won’t take long to tip him over the edge.

“Fuck, y/n,” he groans, and as his abdomen tightens in anticipation, you know he’s close. With one last vulgar slurp, Joshua comes hot in your mouth, cursing under his breath as his fingers tense in your hair. You freeze, letting Joshua come down from his high, and as he raises his head to look at you, you smile coyly. 

With a soft “pop!” you pull your mouth off his cock, swallowing as you do, letting the self-satisfied smirk spread on your lips. You can't even imagine how indecent you look, with your eyeshadow and mascara smeared ungracefully around your eyes, lips shiny with spit and cum, but there's something in the way Joshua looks at you that has you reeling with delight. 

“Christ,” is all Joshua manages to say before pulling you by the back of the head into a searing kiss. It’s a strangely intimate embrace considering all of the filthy words and insults he had hurled at you a few brief moments before, but considering he had also given you the best orgasm of your life, you choose not to dwell too much on it. 

When you break away, you feel a little light-headed. Joshua gives your ass a light smack, but it lacks the same aggression as before. He notices a stray dribble of cum on your chin, and collects it on his pointer finger, pushing it between your lips. You swirl your tongue around it, watching as his eyes burn. He pulls his finger from your mouth, resting his hand on your thigh instead.

"You look… crazy," Joshua says, fighting a smile. You catch sight of yourself in a mirror on the make-up table and let out a bark of laughter.

“Crazy” is the understatement of the year. You look fucked out of your mind. Your hair is knotted beyond belief, there's a jumble of bruises all across your chest, and there's no convincing excuse as to why your makeup would be completely streaked across your face. You hide your face in one of the pillows again, letting out a feeble groan.

"I'm gonna get fired, and it's all your fault," you moan, hiccuping into the soft silk of the pillowcase. Joshua presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, surprisingly kind, and chuckles. 

"Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a thing or two about make-up.” He slides easily off the bed, pulling his pants back on before padding softly over to the make-up table. Joshua grabs a few brushes and bottles, joining you again on the bed, tugging you gently into a sitting position.

As he covers your ruined eye shadow, you wince a little, a dull twinge reminding you of the ache in your ass cheeks. To be honest, most of your body was a little sore, all thanks to Joshua. You laugh softly.

"Sorry," he mumbles, "I got a little carried away."

“Was that ‘dealing with it like adults?’” you ask mockingly, shutting your eye as Joshua lifts the eyeshadow brush. The soft hairs dance across your eyelid as he works. Joshua's skin still smells like it did all those years ago. Warm and citrusy.

You can’t see him, but you hear the smirk in his voice. “I guess so.” 

“Well, for the record, you definitely were the one being childish.” You make a sound of surprise as you feel a pair of lips against your own, fierce and hot. His teeth drag at your bottom lip as he pulls away, and you are unsuccessful at stifling the soft hiccup that escapes your throat.

“Who was the one crying just a little bit ago?” Joshua challenges you, and when you open your eyes, he’s sitting in front of you, nose just inches from your own. “Didn’t you say you don’t usually cry?” 

You open your mouth, ready to shoot back a bitchy little return when you see the smirk playing on Joshua’s lips. He’s goading you on. 

“That’s not fair and you know it,” you respond instead, hoping you seem nonchalant enough. (Or, at least, as much as you can be while you’re still butt-ass naked.) 

Joshua laughs, and the sound is surprisingly stunning. “Since when have I ever been fair?” He hands you your little silk dress and your thong from the floor, and it almost feels silly to be putting it back on, the delicate fabric still hardly covering anything at all. 

But he pouts, toying with one of the straps in between his fingers. “I’m almost sad to see you put this back on. You look so pretty all fucked up underneath me.” He gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, eyes sparkling mischievously, and you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t jump into your throat. 

You scoff, eyebrows rising on your forehead. “You’ll be lucky if you see me like that again after last time.”

He frowns, his smile sinking. “Yeah…,” Joshua scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “I— I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what I was thinking—"

“It was horrible,” you interrupt. "And this," you say, gesturing to the bed, "doesn't erase that."

But Joshua does look apologetic and it was long enough ago that you’re not that mad anymore. At least, in your post-coital bliss you certainly aren’t.

Joshua sits on the bed again, grabbing your hand in his. “Come home with me. I’ll make it up to you.” He presses a tentative kiss to your cheek for extra measure. 

You fight a smile, forcing yourself to frown instead. “Only if I don’t lose my job, and only if you help me cover these fucking hickies you gave me.” 

Joshua smiles, and he looks so different from the Joshua you met a couple hours ago that you can’t help but smile, too. 

When the crew comes back in the room, you try desperately to act as if nothing had happened, but every time Joshua looks at you, you have to suppress the girlish smile playing on your lips. The marks across your chest had been haphazardly covered with foundation, and the hair team looks bewildered as they assess the birds' nest on your head.

"What the hell did you do on your lunch break?" the stylist asks as she attacks the knots with a comb. 

It takes everything in you to avoid Joshua's eye. You clap a hand to your mouth a second too late as an ugly snort bursts past your lips, and you freeze, eyes wide. Joshua grins broadly, and you turn your head, fanning your bright red face.

Later that night, as you watch Joshua’s sleeping figure in the soft moonlight, you wonder how you managed to find yourself in his bed again, and when he kisses you good morning the next day, you’re sure it won’t be the last time.  

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HELLO MY BELOVED AUTHOR I AM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH YOUR FICS I HAVE READ THEM ALL AND AM 100% IN LOVE!!! I love long fics for obkk so much and your ones just HIT. I was wondering if you had any other obkk long fic recommendations???

Longfic my beloved. Yes, here are a few longer kkob recs, all at least 50k. Sadly they are all unfinished, but they're long enough to give you delicious food along the way!

Diplopia by Blacknoise (E, 65,458 words, unfinished) — my absolute favourite fic of these two. (Obito survives the war before he was reformed AU)

Enemy of the World by Kelekair (T, 51,208 words, unfinished) — excuse me while I flail wildly remembering how desperately I want to know the next chapter of this fic. This author holds back no punches: this is raw and painful and so so beautiful (Obito dimension travel)

The Komorebi Series by tomorrowsrain (T, 85,694 words, unfinished) — Obito and Kakashi leave Konoha together AU. This series is very well known, as it should be, it's amazing!

find your way by moonlight by blackkat (E, 134,950 words, abandoned) — blackkat is super famous but this is maybe one of their less well known fics? (er, comparatively... :p) I don't know why, I've always had a soft spot for vampire fics and this delivers deliciously (vampire!Obito and hunter!Kakashi)

Those Sombre Dogs of War by @viatorix (E, 73,013 words, unfinished): Kakashi dimension travels to a world where he died and Rin and Obito lived. This has such epic worldbuilding, and I happen to know that the author is working on the next few chapters for nano as we speak... 👀

Phlebotomy by @bluefisted (E, 61,268 words, unfinished): Vampire Obito and a Kakashi who is human and sickly and also an unashamed freaking awesome badass. I think this is getting close to being finished?

Also while we're on the topic of kkob recs HERE'S A LIST OF RECLISTS that @bansenshukai compiled which you should check out because my memory is super leaky and selective

Also in the course of answering this ask I strolled onto ao3 and sorted by word count with otp:true and WOW there are a lot of obkk longfic that I've never heard of. So others, please please add to this if you know any good ones thx <3

#bp answers #fic rec #I'm also so intrigued by how many chinese language obkk fic there are on ao3 #ahh if only I could read mandarin #kakaobi #obikaka #kkob #obkk #also anon thank you so much!! #hope these keep you busy for a little while :) #kakaobi fic recs

[1moreff-creator]

Firstly, good luck on the LGI video !! I think anyone who even tries to analyze tha embodiment of a stroke (/pos) that is that video deserves a medal, a hug, and a therapy session Secondly, considering you are a Veronika stan I was wondering if you had any theories in regards to her backstory, as I really feel like besides Hu and maybe David, she is the character who we know the least about in terms of her past. And I've been thinking about that a lot, especially since I think she will play a massive role in the conflicts of Chapter 3 (similar to the role Ace has played in Chapter 2) And considering what her secret is theorized to be by basically the entire community, her comment about how she used to be an outdoors person (implying something happened that made it so she wasn't one anymore), her lolita fashion sense implying that her family is at least somewhat wealthy because god those dresses are expensive, and whoever the fuck Alyssa Belyaeva is. I feel like she has some juicy stuff that's just waiting to be speculated by more people

Thanks for the well wishes! I probably will need therapy after that video, geez.

Anyways, no more David here, let’s talk Veronika! You are right in calling me a stan, even thinking about her is enough to get me to smile like a dummy. And you’re right, there is so much to speculate on with this freak! I agree she’ll probably have a bigger role soon, and there is clearly something that went deeply wrong in her childhood. Otherwise, how would she get this awesome? I love her.

I can't get anything conclusive for obvious reasons, but I have come up with what I think is an interesting theory about her backstory.

CW: Self-harm, speculation on child neglect and psychiatric wards

First, let me compile everything you brought up and a few more things.

+Veronika used to be an outdoors person, but isn’t anymore. She even likes skateboarding! Presumably because her talent requires her to be indoors a lot, but there’s a good chance there’s something more traumatic at play.

+She despises boredom over all else, and at times, not even horror is enough to satiate her thirst for thrills. “That's why I liked horror for such a long time. […] But in the end, fiction is only fiction”. Tsumugi kinnie spotted!

+Whenever she finds something exciting, she can’t help but get addicted. That’s an odd way for her to phrase that, but sure.

+She has a deep interest in psychology and horror, as we all know.

+Like you said, it’s possible her parents are quite wealthy, as she enjoys expensive lolita fashion, as well as “weird” and “exotic” foods, apparently.

+Her favorite color is white in the presence of other colors, as it makes them stand out, and her least favorite is white without other colors, since she considers it soulless. What a weirdo /affectionate.

+The hidden quote on her page is “Once something is broken, it can never be pieced together in quite the same way again. The same goes for people.” Spooky!

(I’m not bringing up Mai on this post, no shot I’m getting into that mess again)

+Her secret is most often speculated to be “You only took on your talent to distract from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun”. Now, watch that be Levi’s and she’s actually the murderer without remorse, I think that’d be funny. But yeah, the self-harm secret is most likely hers.

+Alyssa Belyaeva is/was her dearest friend, the person who gifted her the green triangle earring she wears.

This “dearest friend” is so odd. Like, on one hand, the fact the dev originally neglected to name her because they didn’t want to put too much emphasis on mostly unimportant characters (I wish I could find the actual wording they used, but I can’t see all the answers of the Q&A for some reason) would suggest she’s not too relevant. But on the other hand, her impact is literally etched into Veronika’s design via the earring, and…

Well, listen. She was Veronika’s friend. Not only did Veronika like her, which already implies something’s wrong with her, Alyssa actually liked Veronika back. Oh, there is something wrong wrong with this girl.

So, yeah, don’t know if she’s going to be relevant. I tried looking up the green triangle, see if it meant anything, but I didn’t see anything that looked related. I also looked up Alyssa’s name to see if it meant anything. “Alyssa” means “noble” or “truth”, which I don’t get anything from, and “Belyaeva” is just derived from “white (blond) hair”. Wikipedia, make up your mind, is it white or blond?

Although that does give me a headcanon idea, that Alyssa has white hair but dresses very colorfully, and that’s why Veronika’s favorite color is white in the presence of others.

Yo, watch me get attached to a character we have even less information on than goddamn Elliot Cuevas and Felicity Giles.

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Anyways, the problem with Veronika is clear. There’s a lot there, but we’re also missing a fuckton, which makes it really hard to theorize about her. It feels like we’re missing some kind of through-line which actually connects all the loose concepts surrounding this girl. The most sensible answer here is that it’s impossible to gather anything conclusive about her backstory within the bounds of sanity.

…

But you didn’t ask me to speculate so I would remain within the bounds of sanity, did you? You wanna see the craziness come in, yeah? Well, let’s go crazy.

The Inevitable Descent Into Insanity

Veronika likes skateboarding.

It’s something I mentioned off-handedly before, but let’s think about it for a second. While there is such a thing as an indoor skatepark, when most of us think of skateboarding, I imagine most of us jump to the idea of skateboarding outside. I feel, if Veronika truly only liked indoor skateboarding, that would be made more explicit, you know? Like how Levi’s profile states he likes “suckers (candy)”.

And if that’s the case, we can gather three things.

>Veronika isn’t bored of the outside.

>Veronika isn’t scared of the outside.

>More people need to draw Veronika skateboarding /lh

This is a bit of stretch, and I don’t have any more evidence she doesn’t have trauma from being outdoors, but that’s not all for boredom. She clearly enjoyed playing in the playground, which was indoors, but was still ultimately a playground. That makes her being bored of the outside even more unlikely.

But if she didn’t get bored of the outside, why did she pick up a talent that is explicitly only possible indoors? Well, I want to take a closer look at how that secret is worded.

“You only took on your talent to distract from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun”

What’s interesting here is that she only took on her talent to stop herself from harming herself. This could imply that, while she obviously enjoys horror a lot, she doesn’t enjoy it as much as what she was doing before. After all, if she did, she would have also picked it up simply because it was more fun, and the secret’s wording would be odd.

And there’s more. What I imagine most of us think when we read this is “Veronika got so bored of everything else, she started hurting herself to stave off her boredom”. But, at the risk of sounding morbid, how was she hurting herself? Because I feel most of us jump to the idea of cutting (that’s why everyone mentions her wrists being covered when talking about her secret), but that’s not the only way people self harm. And, sorry if this sounds insensitive, but cutting doesn’t really seem “fun” to me. Like, obviously all self-harm is bad for you, but that in particular doesn’t seem too entertaining.

Why am I talking about this? Well, I want to bring attention to something she tells Teruko in CH 2 EP 7:

Veronika: “The idea that I could screw up my life at any time, that I could make a fatal mistake that I can’t undo… That’s real fear. So it excites me.”

Veronika was seemingly talking about the killing game here, but what if she’s not? She seems to be talking as if she has more experience with this sort of thing than just the killing game. And in particular, the use of the word “excites me” is interesting when paired with the line I called out earlier: “Whenever I find something that’s exciting, I can’t help but get addicted”.

So, if she found a way to constantly put herself in dangerous situations where one mistake would cost her her life, she would get addicted to it. Is this fair to say?

And this is where I bring you back, and draw a link between her love for the outdoors, her secret, her talent, and this idea. I’ve connected the dots-

(I didn’t connect shit)

I’ve connected them. Here goes:

Whenever Veronika played outside, she would feel the need to injure herself and put herself in unnecessarily dangerous situations, so she could feel the fear of making a fatal mistake she can’t undo. She only took on being a Horror Fanatic to distract from this need, as indoors, there aren’t as many exciting ways for her to injure herself.

That insane enough? I feel it sorta makes sense. If you think about it, this would mean at some point, Veronika would have to decide between throwing herself at horror or continuing her path to becoming the Ultimate Skateboarder, and the only reason she chose horror was… well, she would need to really go out of her way to injure herself while watching a horror movie.

Meanwhile, whenever she was outside, it would be easier to harm herself. Stand on a swing (like we see her do in the series), fall from a height, ram into something on a skateboard. Most of the injuries wouldn’t be too severe, but they would add up, and depending on what she was doing, I imagine some of them could be a bit worse. And whenever that happened, she would feel more excited than before, get more addicted, and constantly look for ways to injure herself more, and worse, and worse. Perhaps even injuring herself before going out, so she could be in the maximum amount of pain possible.

But there may have been other reasons she was doing this. This is where the “wealthy parents” may come in. Stereotypically speaking, wealthy parents are often depicted as neglectful, more preoccupied with work than with their children. Think- Oh, well, think Mariabella, actually. That’s obviously not always the case, but it does happen.

And if this is the case, it’s possible she was also, subconsciously, harming herself as a call for help. As a way to get the attention she needed. There would have been better ways to go about it, but self-harming is sort of inherently irrational.

In fact, maybe I am really going completely insane, but I think there’s an exchange where something like this can be inferred? In CH 2 EP 2, when Veronika falls off the swing.

Veronika: “Ehehe! I’m fine! Don’t worry!”

Teruko: “I’m not worried about you. If your body was fragile enough to break from a light fall like that, then you wouldn’t have done something so stupid”

Veronika: “It’s fun to stand on swings, okay? It makes me feel tall. I didn’t know that these ones would be quite so slippery”

Veronika: “But really, I’m not hurt at all. The ground is very soft”

Now, let’s be clear. I am probably reading way too much into this, and this was probably just a quick way to transition to the point of the ground being soft. But it always struck me as odd that Veronika feels the need to tell Teruko she wasn’t hurt twice, even after Teruko had taken her at her word before.

So, hear me out, maybe that was force of habit. Like, she always (intentionally) injured herself while playing around, then Alyssa or someone else would be concerned about her, and fuss over her. Then, Veronika would have to repeatedly state she was fine, because the whole point was that she wanted to keep playing after hurting herself. And Alyssa would be concerned, but eventually brush it off with a laugh. Or, knowing the type of friends Veronika gets, maybe Alyssa would also have the habit of hurting herself alongside Veronika-

I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for. I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for. I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for-

Anyways, again, I’m probably reading too much into that line, it’s very likely Veronika just said she was okay again to get to the point about the floor being soft.

Anyways, that’s sort of the main idea of my speculation! That she harmed herself by playing outside to make it more exciting. All we’re missing is what made her decide to stop hurting herself, and an explanation for the quote on her page, the one about people breaking. I assume they’re likely related, but I can’t give a solid answer. So here’s a few possibilities:

>When her parents found out, they said she was “broken” and sent her to a (likely under 18) psychiatric ward. This could explain why she considers the color white on its own “soulless”. I mean, I doubt under 18 psychiatric wards look that depressing, and I couldn’t find conclusive images in Google, but I did see some white, so maybe! The reason I’m not too sure is that I really don’t know much about under 18 psychiatric wards, and while I did try to do some research, I don’t exactly feel like being in more lists than I’m already probably on, you feel?

>A bit more worrying, perhaps her parents were the ones who tried to “””fix””” her, and they did something bad to her. I can’t comment much more on this idea, as any further ideas tend more towards fanfic than actual speculation.

>Maybe the one who “””broke””” was actually Alyssa, and either she was sent to a psych ward or something happened to her that made her “soulless”. I don’t like tying Alyssa too closely to Veronika’s backstory, because of the whole “she might not be important” thing, but it’s there. However, it’s important to note, if something did happen to Alyssa, Veronika likely wouldn’t be at fault, otherwise it would likely be mentioned in her secret.

>There's also a possibility Veronika stopped self harming on her own or, more likely, with proper therapy (so proud of her if that's the case!), and the "broken" thing refers to something she'll do in the killing game. I don't know if what I'm about to say really makes sense, but while I've always imagined Veronika saying her line with her "shadow over eyes" sprite, I guess it's possible she would actually say it with one of her "Junko-ish" or "deranged smile" sprites. I'm imagining something like: she drives Arturo absolutely insane, laughs about how horrible he's gotten, and with a malicious, wide smirk, she tells everyone: "Arturo is broken, and nothing will put him back together again. How entertaining!" Something like that. I really just want her to do something extremely fucked up, I think she deserves to have some fun :D

And there's my whole theory about Veronika's backstory! Even though it's probably completely wrong, I hope it satisfied your craving for speculation on the resident freak. And thanks for reading! If you made it this far, you deserve a good friend that loves you just like you are, like Alyssa! Take care!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt theory #veronika grebenshchikova #alyssa belyaeva #we're tagging it #cw sh

[literaphobe]

favorite fics for mlb? any ship :> (if u have the time to compile some recs, tysm)

FINE here’s a few. I’m reccing a few things that made me feel crazy when I read them. You’ve finally worn me down….. don’t get mad if uve already read them okay :(

a waste of good bed sheets by icingsugar

in this one, ladynoir are fwb but in that VERY careful way where ladybug gets hyper aware when he touches her outside of bed and it makes her flinch and it makes him Stop and one day when she realizes she IS MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM and wants to kiss him all the time and hug him a lot. He doesn’t believe her. killed me. sorry for describing it in such a spoilery way but I didn’t say I was a GOOD fic reccer

what’s written in the stars by agrestenoir

i’ve never read the time traveler’s wife. this is based on that book and it’s epic!! i love jumping back and forth between like. timelines…? it’s very cool and epic to me. like some cursed soulmates link where it feels like they can never REALLY be together but also they are Dot Dot Dot

Eating (nothing but) Affection by crownedcrusader

eating disorder tw!! but ya this is about attention eating. kitty can’t eat unless someone’s watching… it was just so :((((( but also so cute. ladybug giving chat stuff to eat bc she’s so worried about him but not realizing that he needed HER TO BE THERE to eat killed me

supercut by LNC

ok ik it’s prob crazy and stupid to rec a fic that’s like got a gazillion kudos already. also i think this is post reveal? i genuinely am not sure. every time I reread this i get some sort of amnesia after where i just cannot tell u exactly what it’s about just that i go WOOOOOO!!! YIPPEEEEEE!!!! once im done. and since ur coming to ME out of all people for fic recs (YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN IM JUST LIKE REALLY BAD AT THIS I WILL TRY AND GET BETTER FOR U GUYS THO) im gonna have to assume ur some virgin to this fandom and instead of going to the hot fandom chads with experience u come knocking on the door of someone who’s had sex once. ok terrible analogy also im really sorry for saying anything im saying in conjunction to a really good one shot

comfort food by Reiaji

marinette teaches adrien how to cook and gives him chinese food and baked goods to try!! Reiaji is i think very evidently awesome and most people know that but this meant a lot to me as a chinese person :) also i will admit i have SLIGHT beef w what marinette cooked for her simple dinner. i get that it was simple but i just think dougan and baicai (bokchoy) is a bit mid. SORRY ik it’s not the point. egg drop soup and egg tarts are epic tho.

OKIE that’s it for today!! i have more but i will save those for when i get more fic rec requests. thank u anon for trusting my fic taste buds 🩷

#ask #mlbposting #miraculous fic rec #i almost double recced one of the writers here #but i said NO . save it #for another rec day…. #IM VERY SEEIOUS ABOUT CHINESE EGG TARTS BTW #if someone says CHINESE EGG TARTS SUCK i will legitimately KMS in front of them

[dovesndecay]

Genuine question here, I always see people say that posting online and emailing your reps isn't good enough activism and that you need to like, go to protests or volunteer or any other number of things, but the only ways to help I see people talk about involve going out and doing things, and I can't do those things due to being essentially bedridden due to disability. I do want to do all that I'm able to though, so my question is, are there any useful forms of activism that don't require me to leave my house?

I sympathize, my friend, being in a similar boat myself. Others may have better suggestions, but personally, my recommendations tend to boil down to one thing.

Your communities. Ask your communities -- online and/or physical -- if there are any groups that may need volunteers to do computer work, like helping run social media, compile educational resources, data entry, and other similar tasks.

I always highly recommend joining a union, especially if you're employed in any way (people with hiring and firing power can't vote, (iirc) at least in the IWW, but they can still join and help build the power of the union), including freelancing. Our local union branch has semi-regular meetings, and there's plenty of work to be done with them that does actively assist your community in a lot of ways.

The IWW often works with other unions, with local organizations that are focused on groups (in our branch, at least) like Florida Prisoner Solidarity (formerly known as IWOC) and Food Not Bombs, and a lot of the work they do is ... well, just from seeing @natalieironside work as the branch secretary, I can fairly confidently say it's a decent amount of data that has to be tracked and reported.

There's plenty of people right now focused on being in marches, doing big gestures to bring attention to the issues, and that's not a bad thing, necessarily, but if there's no organization behind those demonstrations of power -- which is, in the end, what a march is -- that power has nowhere to go.

If no one has gotten together to hammer out what the end goal is, has kept track of donations, of volunteers, tasks and connections, made phone calls to voters and to politicians, then that march was a very angry parade and little else.

If there's a specific issue that is important to you, that you're passionate about, look to see what kind of local or online organizations you might be able to connect with and ask them if they have any kind of online work they need assistance with. If they don't, move on to the next one. Someone will have something for you.

And don't get me wrong -- not all organizations are going to be disability accessible, and that's something I hope changes. But there are also plenty of them that at least try, and I'm certain they're eager for more people.

But if that's something that isn't accessible to you -- regardless of the reason -- then I would encourage you to focus on education, both for yourself and educating others when you can. Boosting fundraisers, organization's calls for help, sharing good practical resources (educational and material!) are all really awesome ways to help people that still makes your own health and safety a priority.

Anon, I hope this helps, and please don't let the assholes get you down -- there's ableism even among our comrades, and I know how hard it is to hear that shit when you're doing as much as you physically or mentally can handle. There's no shame in that, and don't let anyone tell you different.

From each according to his ability.

If any of my followers have further suggestions (or any corrections to what I've said here), please feel free to add on!

#original post #askbox #hey nonny nonny #boy howdy i hope this made sense

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A3! Memory of Toys Event - Chikage and Kumon Mini Chat

Kumon: Wow~! That’s a pretty lively parade! 

Chikage: …Yeah, isn’t that a picture of the Oktoberfest parade in Germany?

Kumon: Woah, only Chikage-san would know it right away! Yes, that’s 100% correct.

Kumon: I was reading this magazine with a compilation of entertaining events from all over the world that Kazu lent me. 

Chikage: I see. The Oktoberfest is indeed a grand-scale event that reunites a lot of people. 

Chikage: They have a good time with beers and food. There’s a parade and other attractions as well. 

Kumon: So awesome! It looks SO fun and exciting! 

Kumon: I had fun helping in the Christmas Market last time, and the food was good. So I want to go to this event too!

Chikage: Both are German festivals, after all.

Kumon: Mhm! Besides, I have a thing for the German language. It sounds kinda cool... 

Chikage: Aah, like how ball pen is Kugelschreiber, and guidebook is Reiseführer? 

Kumon: Yeah! Just like that!! It’s so freaking cool…! 

Kumon: Hey, Chikage-san, if you can, please teach me more German! 

Chikage: Haha, alright.

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Notes: The Christmas Market appears in the Frohe Weihnachten! event story.

#a3! translation #chikage utsuki #kumon hyodo #a3! #a3! kumon #a3! chikage #a3! memory of toys event #a3! mini chat

[all-hallows-street]

Lingzis Odaibako/Twitter Answers Collection Volume 3

The last part of Lingzi's Odaibako answers as of today (Nov/2023). Will make a new post when we get new answers. Click here for Part 1 and here for Part 2.

I am also working on translating a Japanese interview with Lingzi. Please look forward to it.

You can still send questions/comments/requests through Odaibako but please be respectful and mindful! As the author stated they will not respond to any questions or suggestions about future content! Also do not spam, Lingzi answers in rare bursts so they might not get to answer your comment any time soon.

A few clarifications. I will skip some doodle requests/drawn answers and will compile them later in a post with all of Lingzi's twitter drawings. Everything with [] marks an edit so the English sounds more natural.

31. all saints street makes me so happy and it also makes me really happy to see the author interacting so kindly with fans in multiple languages 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much for all you do! it's my dream that the comic will get an official english release!! &lt;3

thank you！🥰🥰I'm looking forward to that day as well🥺

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32. Hello Teacher Lingzi! After reading the comics again, I saw that Blood Time is artificial blood. I wonder if the vampire race in the world no longer needs to suck human blood? And I’m a little curious whether angel blood will burn the mouth of their dark creatures (?)

Yes, modern technology in comics has reached the point where artificial blood can be used instead of human blood, but there are still many traditional vampires (such as Ira's parents) who still maintain the habit of hiring blood slaves and sucking the blood of living people.

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33. Hello! Have you been watching the FA [Fan Art] in All Saints Street? I also draw pictures, but if you ever see them, I hope I can convey my feelings through them...😌

[Hello!] Are you talking about the fanart of All Saints Street? Saw a lot! Everyone is awesome! 😋😋 Fans are welcome!

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34. Hello Lingzi, I always enjoy watching anime! They are all so cute and I love them!! My question is, when Nick stole Teachers Lynn's sweets, he got an angel ring on his head, but when a devil eats angel food, he doesn't get sick or get purified. I guess more like mosquito bites? Please tell me if it is good.

[Thank you] 🥰🥰 If you explain it carefully: the food itself is not harmful, but there may be trace amounts of heavenly impurities mixed in during the production process. The devil's body cannot digest these things, so it forms a halo outside the body, but this halo is basically the same when touched. It just broke, so there’s nothing to worry about 😌 (By the way, this kind of thing is unique to heaven, so the food cooked by Teacher Lin in the human world will not have this effect.

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35. Hello, teacher! I would like to ask how Abu eats?

He doesn't eat, he's pretending.

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36. Teacher, I'm here again. Following the topic of halos last time, if the devil eats food and the halo grows, can it be used by the angels? Although it is said that the only devil who can do this is probably Nick, but why does Nick seem to be fine eating Teacher Lin's food, and why is the allergic reaction so serious when Teacher Lin eats Hell's chicken (?)? Also, do werewolves have the same life span as normal people? Or live as long as a vampire?

1. You can refer to the answer you just answered~ 2. Teacher Lin’s allergy is entirely a matter of his personal constitution. You can see that Lily will be fine after eating it. 3. The lifespan of werewolves is basically the same as that of humans.

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37. Thank you teacher for answering my question!!! Since Abu is pretending to eat, does he not have to eat? Are you pretending to eat just to be gregarious?

Yes hahaha, he really did a lot of unnecessary things in order to fit in with everyone🤣

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38. I really, really love All Saints Street. My life is so bright because I know All Saints Street. I want to send a fan letter to my teacher. Where can I send it? If I can't send, can I send my thoughts directly via Twitter?

Hello~Thank you for liking All Saints Street 😊 If you want to send me a letter, you can Google [Fenzi Interaction Address] or [Private message] and ask me! It’s not convenient to post it directly here😂

(cont.) Of course, it’s perfectly fine to just send it to me on Twitter🤗🤗

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39. Hi teacher! ! i'm always happy to see you I have a question, teacher. How old is Abu now? Since they are mummies, will they live long? Also, do you have body temperature and heartbeat? I'm using a translator so I'm sorry if the sentences are weird 😔

Hello~ Regarding Abu, as long as the resurrection spell on him does not fade, he will always be alive. There is no body temperature or heartbeat. After all, he has no internal organs.

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40. Hello, Teacher Lingzi! Ira is a vampire and lives by sucking blood. So to him, human foods like instant noodles are just like snacks, only used to satisfy his hunger but not full of satiety? Does Ira like to drink other human beverages besides blood? For example, the British’s favorite drink is black tea. As an otaku, is Ira's favorite drink Happy Fat Home Water? All Saints Street is so beautiful, and I have watched it many times! 🫶I want to see more of everyone from 1031 in the future!

Yes, human food is like snacks to Ira. It can fill the stomach, but it cannot provide main nutrients. Drinking blood is to maintain the normal operation of body functions. He may prefer snacks 😉

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41. Hello Lingzi-san! Excuse my terrible Japanese, but can an angel and a devil create a child? If you could, what kind of children would they typically have?

Although... but angels are not capable of giving birth...🙉🙉

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42. If you were a character from All Saints, what race would you be?Sorry for my bad Japanese, but I can't speak it so I have to use Google Translate. Sorry for my bad Japanese, I have to use a translator.

Thank you for your question~ I would choose a devil😋I think it would be fun to be able to transform~

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43. Good evening, Lingzi-san. Congratulations on the 4th season of the anime! Let me ask you one question. Why is Teacher Lynn afraid of aliens? Has there been some kind of traumatic incident? Or are angels in general afraid of aliens? For example, maybe they watch "Star Wars"? Are you scared too? I really like Lynn-sensei who is afraid of aliens, so I'm curious about this. Please continue to take care of yourself.

Thanks for asking~ Not all angels are afraid of aliens! [Star Wars] really scares him, and he will actively avoid any movie/animation containing aliens (he has never watched any superhero movie so far) film Oh)🤣 As for why he is afraid of aliens... there may be a chance to tell it in the comics later, so stay tuned~😊😊

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#all saints street #wan sheng jie #1031 万圣街 #manhua #Lingzi

[zine-garden]

There are SO many types of zines, sometimes it’s hard to keep track of! Here is a list of common zine categories with links to either free to read zines, descriptions, or artist shops and zine distros to buy from!

art zine - Zines that are filled with art, photo, collage, etc. This could be a sketchbook zine, drawings under a singular theme, or a general compilation of art. This is the most common type of zine produced by artists!

Subject of Devotion, Sabrina Mellado (For Shortbox Comics Fair). This was a digital collection of sketchbook scans available for free, compiled on her website

comic zine - Writing and drawing a self produced and printed comic! Another popular category of zines for artists. Also: Diary comic zines, Auto-bio Comic Zines.

How to Survive a Haunting, Jade Zhang Duende, Elle Shivers

fanzine - Fan-drawings, comics, writing, meta, fiction, etc. compiled into a self-published work!

I know the internet has taken over what many people, especially in fandom, understand a zine to be, but anyone can make a zine and anyone can make a fanzine. At the zine library I used to help maintain, there was an 8 page mini that was just a bunch of Idris Elba pics with cute kaomoji’s saying “i love uwu idris elba <3”. The first media fanzine was published in 1967, for Star Trek called, “Spockanalia.” Seriously, all you need to do is be impassioned by a subject to write, collage, or draw something about it!

Stitching Together, Annie Mok (Available to read for free, but I encourage you to send her a tip as she has recently been in recovery from surgery and is also on food stamps https://ko-fi.com/heyanniemok/shop) Good Chicken, Natalie Mark (Me! Is self promo okay?)

info zine - A zine that shares information. This can be informational, or it can be an instructional zine such as a “DIY Zine” or a “Recipe Zine.”

Trans/Disabled Bibliography, Saul Freedman. I don’t have a link to this one, but it was a really wonderful and short zine of both citations and a love letter to the works cited. Instead, I have linked you to Saul’s zine page on his website 🤠 Patchwork Primer: how do we find what we’re not looking for?, kaythi and seiji. This info zine was created for an event I organized for people creating zines on the margins. I invited the two of them to co-program an activist book club for the event!

litzine - A “literary zine” can be a collection of fiction, poetry, prose, etc. that is self published and distributed as a zine. Also called “lit zine”, or “literary zine”. Some people prefer “chapbook”, or “poetry zine” for poetry.

My favourite litzines are not available anywhere online, so I will describe one of them for you? Todo Parecia de Cristal / “Everything Looked Like Crystal”, Laura Rojas is a collection of photos of the artist’s mom and her siblings growing up paired with journaling between 2015-18. They couldn’t bring photo albums with them when the moved to Canada from Colombia, and the photos had been mailed to her years prior to the making of the zine.

perzine - A “personal zine” focuses on the artist’s life, opinion, or thoughts in some capacity. A zine about yourself, your experiences, your life, a particular memory, your feelings, etc. This is my favourite type of zine!

Sonali Menzes/glittermagpie has some really awesome perzine and info zines about anxiety and mental illness. I have her zines, So you’re anxious as fuck, and You’re so Exotic. Keet Geniza/Make! Shift! Love! is another favourite zinester! I love Keet’s perzine series, Picking Bones, which are full of reflective auto-bio comics and prose. Your Whiteness is Boring: A Gender Perzine, Cleo Peterson.

political zine - Dealing with political topics, anarchy, communism, social justice, historical movements, and present day issues.

An Illustrated Struggle for Housing from Canada to the Philippines, Julie Guevara Autonomous Resistance To slavery and Colonialism, Russell Maroon Shoatz. (Note, the prices on Brown Recluse Distro are for BIPOC only, white people and institutions are asked to donate an extra $5 USD)

#zines #international zine month #zine-garden #long post #happy monday! IZM starts soon!!

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for a Fic...

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1. Thank you so much for this wonderful site. Really love your work. Please suggest some fun / humor shameless wangxian fics.

Bestseller by pupeez4eva (M, 7k, WangXian, Humor, Post-Canon, Wherein WWX writes erotica based entirely on his own sex life, and now everyone is reading it, and I mean everyone, though no one knows that WWX wrote it, WWX has a lot of regrets) for both humor and shamelessness, can't do better

Wangxian's Time-Travelling Shenanigans Series by pupeez4eva (Varies, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Humor, POV Outsider, Love confessions, PDA, Everyone Lives/Nobody dies) pupeez4eva is truly the go-to in mdzs fandom for fun shameless wangxian, just read all their stuff

Wangxian Tax Universe Series by adrian_kres, RoseThorne (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Americana, Taxes, Family Feels, Fluff and Crack)

gravitational potential by chinxe (T, 1k, wangxian, post-canon, fluff & humor)

Listen to the Voice Inside Your Head by pupeez4eva (M, 12k, wangxian, time travel, humor, post-canon, cloud recesses study era)

Much Ado About Food by The_Storybooker (T, 2k, wangxian, JC/NHS, animal au, narwhal LWJ, whale WWX, dolphing JC/NHS, fluff, humor)

The Best Flattery by mondengel (Not rated, 1k, wangxian, humor)

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2. Heyy. I was wondering if you can make an IIMF with

A) Jiang Cheng centric fics, preferably angst and hurt/comfort? Maybe where it's revealed how he actually lost his golden core. Or like, anything which is JC-centric with a happy ending, honestly.

B) humorous JC-centric fics

Thanks! You rock!

2A)

Take Care by Cerusee (G, 4k, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Uncle-Nephew bonding)

You might find a few in our Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation/JC Friendly Compilation post

2B)

All Technicalities by DummyDipl0d0cus (M, 4k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Post-Canon, Overprotective JC, JC thinks WWX is too smol for this world, WWX goes with it because it's funny, LWJ is patient but not amused)

call me (if you need to get rid of a body) by Aenya (T, 6k, XiCheng, WangXian, JC & WWX & NHS, Modern AU, Alcohol, Home cooking)

Frog Cheng Went A-Courting by Cerusee (G, 4k, ChengNing, Crack not treated seriously, Fairytale elements, Cloud recesses study Era, Yunmeng Jiang siblings) Honestly all of Cerusee's stuff is Jiang Cheng positive, and most of it is Jiang Cheng centric, sounds like a good fit for this asker

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3. Hiii. Hope you hacubf an awesome day/night. Firstly I want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS BLOG!!! I've been dying to read some fics that include the following:

A) Madam Yu does cut Wei WuXian’s arm and then him dealing with the aftermath of his sacrifices.

Or anything similar.

B) an outsiders pov on Wei WuXian and the sacrifices he makes.

Also, anything similar to that.

Thank You in advance ❤️ @thewintersoldier2002

3A)

from the other side of sorrow Series by Sour_Idealist (M/E, 127k, WangXian, ChengQing, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Sect Leader JYL, Sect Leader WQ, Slow Burn)

Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, 30k, WangXian, JYL/ZZ, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Amputation, Angst with a happy ending, Family Angst)

a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 72k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amputation, Heavy Angst, Self-Worth Issues, Miscommunication, Situational Mutism, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies) if i may rec my own story where madam yu cuts off wwx's arm

in payment, a hand Series by justdoityoufucker (M/T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amputation, Injury recovery, Not Jiang Family Friendly)

brave enough to breathe by Sour_Idealist (M, 10k, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Fix-It, Golden Core Transfer, canon-typical family dysfunction, Torture, secondary character death, Canonical Character Death)

such music (you stood stock still) by justdoityoufucker (T, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Families of Choice, Weddings, Post SSC, Self-Reflection, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Recovery)

The waters and the wild by SecretStorm (T, 62k, WIP, WangXian, Fairy Tale Elements, Pied Piper WWX, Trans LWJ, Many juniors, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Kid Fic, Sexual Tension) strongly implied, since WWX is missing a hand

A Leg Up for a Helping Hand by mondengel (M, 650, WangXian, Amputation, Angst) WWX constructs a prosthesis of resentful energy

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4. for i'm looking for a fic time... i am intensely craving fic where WWX golden core reveal happens at some point during sunshot rather than before or after 👀 preferably longfic but shorter stuff also fine

intents and in tents by mexicantt (E, 12k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dual Cultivation, Dubious Consent, Secret Marriage, LWJ Fucks a Core into WWX)

Can't Tell Me Nothin by natacup82 (T, 35k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Family Feels, Communication, BAMF Women)

Alliance of the Traveling Pants by JustAWanderingBabbit (G, 103k, WIP, WangXian, 3Zun, Canon Divergence) WWX’s cultivation is damaged under different circumstances, before witnesses

Rise of the Peacock by JustAWanderingBabbit ( Not Rated, 62k, WIP, XuanLi, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, Re:Birth/Transmigration, Attempted sexual assault) WWX loses his core directly to WZL, and LWJ finds him shortly thereafter

Bait and Switch by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 14k, 3Zun, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Body swap, What if, Weird cultivation, Mojo's Post) JC, JYL, WQ, WN, and LWJ have been caring for an injured WWX, into whom JGY is bodyswapped

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5. fics where wwx is a god or similar?

A Secret Never Shared by Vrishchika (T, 28k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, frankencanon, Pining, Soft LWJ, Deity WWX, BAMF WWX, LSZ is the best boy) this one is so damn good

Mixed Blessings by mondengel (Not Rated, 1k, WangXian, God AU, Humor)

Calling Heaven by mondengel (Not Rated, 2k, WangXian, God AU)

Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, God WWX, Grieving LWJ, Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation)

Ch. 12 of Short Prompts by Vrishchika (M, 40k, WIP, WangXian, Originally posted on Tumblr, Separate Tags for Each Chapter, Deity WWX, Canon Divergence, Immortal WWX)

Wuqian, the Local God of Yiling by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (M, 71k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, major character death, canon divergence, angst w/ happy ending, god WWX, Chinese mythology & folklore, pining, temporary character death, WIP)

Superstitions by caughtbyyou (Silverne) (T, <1k, gods & goddessess au) all three Yunmeng siblings ascend, and a local body of folk worship arises

despite it all by novalotypo (T, 292k, wangxian, canon divergence, god of luck WWX, memory loss, non-linear narrative, WIP)

Dusk by Arcylic (Not rated, <1k, character study, speculation, the Yiling Laozu isn’t quite deified yet, but has become feared and honored as a local spirit)

Rise of the Divine Oracle by BlakSalt (T, 291k, WangXian, Boy Love, Hurt/Comfort, Romance) Has a kinda godly post canon wwx

Fire And Water by Storyboradinventor (T, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Xuanwu Cave, Light Angst, i guess, They become gods, POV Multiple, Suicide) WWX and LWJ die in the Xuanwu Cave and ascend as deities of Fire and Water (both are associated with both elements.)

Light of Stars (and the Destroyer) by Sanguis (T, 22k, wangxian, canon divergence, legeds, arranged marriage, pining, adoption)

Tumblr comic by @rumble-bee-art picked up as a prompt by @mondengel during the Sunshot Campaign, LWJ goes to petition Yiling Laozu, the local Benevolent (and hot) Deity of Ambiguous Morality

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6. Hi! ive been trying to find some canon divergence- where lwj finds out wwxs identity during mo manor arc or early on in the timeline? thankyou for your hardwork💛

💖Mo Money, Mo Problems by x_los (M, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Confessions)

💖Timing is Everything by Talayse (T, 17k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/comfort, Soft, Caretaker LWJ, LWJ finds WWX in Mo village)

💖do not envy the roots that hold you down by eccentrick for rianitida (T, 12k, WangXian, Reincarnation, WQ is a Lan, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

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7. I'm in the mood for fics with bad-ish grammar (still understable) but good plot. I've been finding hidden gems recently, and I want to know if I've missed some. Thank you~

Master? No! Mother! by pluma1007 (G, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, accidental baby acquisation, OP WWX, pining, not JGS friendly, not gusu elder friendly, WIP) While I’m not sure if it counts as ‘bad grammar’ (as non-English reader) author’s writing style might take a bit to get used to?

There's a deity living in me! Huh? by pluma1007 (G, 30k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, OP WWX, not jiang friendly, body modification, WIP)

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8. I was looking for post-canon fics in which lwj defends wwx from lqr or lxc, do you know any? Thank you!

Preparing the Soil by Rynne (T, 26k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, family issues, Chinese holidays, not JC friendly)

Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (G, 40k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, post-canon, character study, introspection, family bonding, emotional baggage, protective LWJ)

 When has silence saved anyone? by Vrishchika (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, post-canon, LXC   critical, family feels, angry LWJ & LSZ, LXC gets scolded)

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9. Thank you for your hard work mods! I was wondering if there are any mdzs/cql fics out there were wangxian (or anyone else) can fuse like gems in steven universe? Either SU!AU or just Fusion!AU would be awesome. @skyhook-parchment

❤️Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, wangxian, canon divergence, political marriage, dysfunctional family, implied/referenced self-harm, hurt/comfort, fix-it, implied/referenced suicide, BAMF WWX, eventual happy ending, not YZY friendly, not LQR friendly (kind of), Mojo’s bookmark)

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10. I think someone has alr asked for something similar to this a while ago. A collection of fics about the phoenix mountain kiss? I can't seem to find the post about it. I hope this isn't a super hard task so y'all can breathe @sentientcongee​

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by sunsandships (M, 40k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Golden Core Reveal, Happy Ending) if you can't find the compilation post

#20 on post has a compilation of fics dealing with the Phoenix Mountain Kiss.

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11. Hello! For the next itmf, can I please request lwj also adopting lan jingyi? Hope your days go well!

🧡it's a long road but we're not alone by Stratisphyre (M, 61k, WWX & JYL, WangXian, Canon Divergence, JYL Lives, WWX Lives, Family Feels, Parenthood, Golden Core Reveal, Reunions, Getting together) (WWX & JYL run away together with LSZ and JL, so LWJ doesn't raise LSZ but he does end up connecting with and raising LJY ~ Mod C)

The Quiet Room by nirejseki (T, 37k, NieLan, Background WangXian, Canon Divergence, Sensory Deprivation, Partner Betrayal, Consent Issues, Manipulation, Medical Trauma, not very friendly to LXC, who means well but does bad things, Infidelity, Gaslighting, Mental Health Issues, denial of agency, Willful Blindness) it’s not the fic’s focus but it has lwj parenting both lsz & ljy

One for Sorrow; Two for Joy by osiesaur (G, 11k, LWJ & LJY & LSZ & LXC, LWJ & LXC, accidental baby acquisation)

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12. Are there any works out there that tackle the chasm Wei Wuxian must have felt from everyone else due to the fact that he missed 13 of everyone else's lives?

Scars Where They Used to Be by CwythanWind (E, 58k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Self-Harm, Suicidal thoughts, Nightmares, Cutting, Panic attacks, Angst with a happy ending)

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13. (Hope I'm doing this right) Hi! I'm in a mood for a fic where nie huaisang and wei wuxian work together to fix the past/work on a case/just get in trouble and overall being closer than they were portrayed as in canon,showing off their genius x100 cuz they'll definitely be more effective together than separately. Wwx&nhs dynamics don't have to be the main focus. Preferably long, don't mind background ships/tw, if wangxian is still present in the fic that'll be great. @trashbin-is-home

if you can't beat them, recruit them by moeblobmegane (T, 216k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Conspiracy, Spies & Secret Agents, Team as Family, Found Family, Pining, Morally Ambiguous Character, Rumors, Politics, Developing Friendships, Good Uncle LQR)

Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, mentions of torture, Coming Out, Plotting and scheming, animate body parts, supporting avian cast, Anxiety Attacks, goose!NMJ, JZX Lives, Angst with a happy ending)

Friends, Sabers, and Other Essentials for Solving a Conspiracy by MeridianGrimm ( T, 50k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Humor, Friendship, Mystery, Smart NHS, Happy Ending, WWX in a different body)

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14. Hi~ For the next "In the mood for" can I ask for some space au fics? I've read symmetry and I'm in love. No crossovers with anything non-mxtx tho please and thank you :) 

The best good thing by almostsophie1 (T, 12k, WangXian, Space AU, Post-Apocalypse, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual intimacy, Hurt/Comfort)

one hundred, twenty thousand, thirty million Series by Mikkeneko (T/M, 120k, WIP, WangXian, Non-Linear Narrative, Space AU, Science Fiction, Cybernetics, WWX's memory issues, Politics, Xianxia IN SPACE!, stranded in space, in a broken spacesuit, Flashbacks) how can I not plug my own one hundred, twenty thousand, thirty million series!! contains two fics so far: one hundred hours (straight down) which is a nonlinear retelling of the series up till WWX's fall into the burial mounds, and (say hello to my) thirty million little friends which is a retelling of the Sunshot Campaign (but IN SPACE.)

below the clouds, above the lakes by northofallmusic (tofsla) (E, 22k, WangXian, Science Fiction AU, Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances,Observed Consummation, Aphrodisiacs, Dubious Consent,Tenderness Against the Odds, Relationship Negotiation, Palace Intrigue)

Per aspera ad astra by Sanguis (M, 17k, WangXian, Fantasy AU, Implied Mpreg, Science Fiction/Fantasy, Space Opera, Secret Marriage, Kidnapping, Explicit Sex, Sexual Frustration, Dubious Anatomy, Male Lactation)

spawn by defractum (nyargles) (E, 10k, WangXian, Science Fiction, Alien Sex, Alien LWJ, Eggpreg, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Come Inflation, Mpreg)

The Terminus of Gravity by sealdog (M, 28k, WangXian, Space, Canon-Typical Violence, Interplanetary Travel, Epistolary, (by way of transmissions instead of letters) )

the wind on another star by cl410 (M, 15k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Space AU, Post SSC, Space battles, Reunions)

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15. Hello! For the next I'm in the mood for a fic post, can I ask for innocent and oblivious Wei Ying? Like he is still the genius and smart Wei Ying, but still so innocent he doesn't realize he's being used or manipulated by someone (or if Lan Zhan is manipulating things in the background to get Wei Ying). I'm sorry if this is vague. Thank you.

The Absent-Minded Disciple by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 6k, WangXian, Oblivious WWX, Protective LWJ, Inventor WWX, Adorable WWX, Fluff and Crack, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Protective JYL Protective JC, Horny LWJ, Blow Jobs, First Time, Getting Together, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Soft WangXian, POV LWJ, Neurodivergent WWX, Spanish Translation) PSA, author has hidden this fic and wishes it to not be shared!

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

Thank you everyone for sending in suggestions~

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

[mayxthexforce]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? Hard to say. I gravitate towards obscure and tertiary characters because of the freedom that gives me to develop them beyond what we were given, but I also have some characters who have A LOT of lore (Obi-Wan, Luke, Leia, Han) because of how much information there is to pick from. I guess something else that most of my muses have in common is that they are, to different degrees, confident and passionate about whatever goals they have, no matter how different those goals might be or how different their alignments are. They might not be too sure about who they are as individuals, but they know where they stand, they know the role they play, and they're either embracing it or actively rejecting it.

is there anything you don’t like to write? There's a few. A big one is smut for the sake of smut and violence for the sake of violence, for both I need a certain amount of plotting and some kind of chemistry between the muses + understanding with the other mun of how things might go. Cheating plots are a huge no, I don't want my muses to cheat nor to get cheated on. Obviously incest, non-con, anything involving bathroom stuff in the bedroom. Also I don't enjoy writing one liners-single paragraph replies, the shortest I can give is 2 paragraphs without counting dialogue lines and even that is super rare.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? I love fleshing out dynamics that didn't exist in canon (e.g: Han and Dryden, Maulkiller and Maul, Myles and Din, Koska and Paz, Roan and Anakin, Nuru and Thrawn) or didn't get explored as much as they could have because they were more background dynamics (e.g: Quinlan and Agen, Sabé and Anakin, Garen and Obi-Wan, Medrit and Boba, Bossk and Jango, Elodore and Dooku). I also love writing the scenes in between, the things we didn't get to see but that could have led to how things went.

how do you come up with headcanons? I look at a character and focus on the gaps in the story. Be it a blank in the plot like what Sabé's family life was like for her to so quickly and happily leave them behind and never look back, or something small like what about hoi-broth makes Obi-Wan have such dire allergic reactions (it's the oxidized spices).

do you write in silence or do you play music? either with instrumental/repetitive music or with some random YouTube video (analog horror and AITA compilations are very useful for this lately) in the background. A personal favorite for writing or Under Giant Trees by Agnes Obel.

do you plan your replies or wing them? I plot them a bit. First, I figure out what my character would do and say in response to what my partner's reply said, if it's a longer reply I even do bullet points, and then I actually put it into words.

do you enjoy shipping? I love shipping. Romantic, platonic, familial. It's all awesome!

what’s your alias/name? Mica.

age?  23.

birthday? October 29th.

favorite color?  Green, red, purple.

favorite song?  Zombie by The Cranberries.

last movie you watched?  Diary of the Dead by George A Romero.

last show you watched?  The Simpsons.

last song you listened to? Ainsi Bas La Vida by Indila.

favorite food?  Rice and tuna with butter and cheese.

favorite season?  Spring.

do you have a tumblr best friend? I have a few. Tanya (corruptedforce), Vani (galaccias) and Luna (foundjarin) have been here since my humble beginnings. Break (mutatiio) is a more recent addition but I'm just as attached. Cato (monstarousmythos) isn't in this fandom but has put up with me through it and through so many other fandoms, and then there's Liz (nieithryn) and Viktor (@virulentmastermind) who I've been talking to a lot lately and really enjoy our conversations. Special mention to Dylan, who -while most of our interactions happen on discord- first interacted with me through Tumblr and I wouldn't be this deep into Star Wars roleplay if it wasn't for them being the first nice experience I had in this RPC.

TAGGED BY: Stolen from @nieithryn.

TAGGING: @galaccias, @corruptedforce, @d4gangera, @monstarousmythos, @mutatiio, @k4ssa, @tacticalvalor, @foundjarin.

#may the queue be with you #||dash game|| #||out of chatacter||

[summermonths]

this awesome compilation from Outcast Tape Infirmary just came out today! the theme is covers of songs released in 2003. i had the honor of contributing a cover of the song "You Charlatan" by Project Rocket! there's still CDs and tape copies available if you're interested (part of the proceeds will go to The River Food Pantry)!!!

#meadow is talking #meadow's sound test #outcast tape infirmary #bandcamp

[hotpinkboots]

Question, why do you have a crush on the Jack in the Box mascot?

LMAO HI HERE'S MY LONG ASS EXPLANATION ABOUT WHY I HAVE A CRUSH ON A FASTFOOD MASCOT

I think it's because they give him so much personality. Like it's not just some fast food restaurant mascot where you're like "oh yeah that guy" NO when I think of Jack In The Box I'm like,

"OH YOU MEAN THE MAD MAN WHO WILL PROBABLY BEAT ME UP IF I SAY I DON'T LIKE HIS FOOD?? YOU MEAN THE GUY WHO IS SO HORNY IN SOME OF HIS COMMERCIALS?? YOU MEAN THE GUY WHO LITERALLY WANTED TO WEAR A COLLAR AND WAS SAD THAT IT WAS FOR THE DOG AND NOT HIMSELF?? YOU MEAN THE GUY WHO BASICALLY BROKE IN AND TACKLED SOMEONE TO THE GROUND AND MADE HIM EAT A BURGER?? YOU MEAN THE GUY WHO MADE 100 JOKES ABOUT EATING BALLS??"

My point is they give him so much personality and make him silly and horny rather than just having him exist like some other mascots do. Like to be honest, I don't even like the food very much and there isn't gluten free stuff so I can hardly eat anything there, but just the fact that he's so funny and has so much personality automatically makes my brain think "well if the mascot is funny then the food is good". They did a good job making Jack a silly dumb guy LOL

LIKE HE'S SO VIOLENT SOMETIMES AND CRAZY. Good job Jack In The Box people I love you you're awesome

"And hey! If I'm sayin' somethin' that's not true," *RIPS SLEEVES OFF*

"do somethin' about it"

(this is a quote from him I'm not attacking you I'm being funny dw)

#pinkie speakie #BECAUSE I HAVE ISSUES (jk) #HELP #jack in the box #jack in the box mascot #jack box #food #restaurant

[zz-chikorita]

Your characters are in a zombie apocalypse. They've already secured food and weapons and a safe zone and everything is going good, so now they can actually think about what to go out and retrieve that will be a fun thing or just something they specifically want to get to enrich their lives. I know that Guzma would put the kids first, but AFTER doing nice shit for them and if Plumeria basically forces him to go get whatever is the thing he wants for himself, what would he get? And what would Plumeria and Leon get?

Oh! Oh! I've got it!!!!

Guzma:

Surprising many people, Guzma would get himself some sick new threads. Although, when ya think about it, it's not that surprising; he's a show off! His light hair and skin plus absurd height and stature that always turned heads (and once felt like a curse) he now gladly uses to fill his ego. And it doesn't have to be expensive shit, just anything that looks good; anything from suits to street wear. Plus, the way he sees it, surviving a zombie apocalypse don't mean he can't look fine as hell! What was that video game where you're fighting zombies in a mall? Dead Rising, I think? Yeah, just imagine that but it's Guz trying on awesome clothes while seamlessly beating zombies down with a lead pipe when they interrupt him.

(ZZ Top's Sharp Dressed Man playing over the montage of Guz ransacking various department stores)

***Plums and Lee under cut***

Plumeria:

Plums would compile a massive collection of books and other physical media like CDs and DVDs. The preservation of both culture and knowledge is important in a zombie apocalypse! Plus, she gonna need some sort of entertainment to survive safe house life with these numbskulls. Plus plus, those who control the flow of knowledge, control everything. (Not as nefarious as it sounds, at least in her hands)

(Beyoncé's Run the World plays during the montage of her delegating groups of grunts to gather and organize all her spoils)

Leon:

Very little known fact about Leon... he's a major car guy. He doesn't know a ton of technical knowledge about them aside from what can be transferred over about tractor maintenance, but we all know Leon's a fast learner and, if he puts his mind to something, he gives it 120%. But, "why does he have such a fascination with cars", you may ask. Maybe it's just because he grew up in such a rural area or maybe it's from watching hours and hours of Unovan action films, bored, cooped up in the various hotel rooms he frequented in his early days in the league. Maybe it has something to do with how he absolutely loves the thrill of riding Charizard at breakneck speeds. Or, maybe he just thinks they look cool as fuck and that they'll make him look cool as fuck too. Hell, he thought he was gonna drool on himself the first time he saw Guzma on his chopper! But, long story short, he gets himself a car that is fast, strong, and sexy. Yessir, Leon finds and mods himself what is essentially the post-apocalyptic, zombie-killing version of the beloved poekani "carizard".

(His montage music for finding and working on the car is Ginuwine's Pony no I do not take constructive criticism)

#ask zz c #what with the aus and such #what with the hcs and such #guzma #plumeria #pokemon leon #almost thought to give Guz a golf club as weapon of choice but i think thats a lil too on the nose #plus he's so strong i think he would definitely opt for a heavier more devestating weapon since he is physically able to weild it #guz seeing lee and his abomination-mobile for the first time: thats the worst thing ive seen in my life i need to raw him in it right now #i enjoyed picking out the montage musics for this #i admit i did recently binge the magic mike movies with my housemates recently which may have influenced my choice for leon's music

[silver-wield]

what is Tifa’s love language? I know Cloud’s is acts of service but What about tifa? Not just for cloud alone but like in general

Oh wow, that's an oldie. Took me a min to check if one existed. If it does I can't find it. The one for Cloud wasn't done by me. I remember I did one for Zack because of this one for Cloud.

Quality time:

Cloud and Tifa spent the day together where she helped him acclimatise to his new life. She got him a job, improved his rep in town and assisted with his work, and she said it was fun 😊

Gifts:

Tifa is responsible for Cloud getting Fenrir. Without her agreeing to give a lifetime of food and drink to the seller Cloud wouldn't have his awesome bike.

Words of affirmation:

Tifa compliments Cloud on his skills, which is something he's proud of.

Physical touch:

At this point Tifa's touches are gentle, respectful and friendly and never rebuffed by Cloud. Tifa's va, Ayumi Ito, even states that only Tifa can get close to Cloud. There's a place he doesn't let others in, except her.

Acts of service:

Literally everything Tifa does from chapter three onward is because she loves Cloud and wants the best for him. Her entire purpose is to be his support. That's shown in the entire compilation and stated by the devs in every interview where they discuss Tifa's role.

So, yeah, Tifa's very devoted to Cloud ❤️

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #cloud strife #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir #cloti #tifa lockhart

[gorydean]

not me having a plot-heavy somewhat sexual dream involving jckles right after i posted here yesterday at night how i lost my interest in him :|

[cw: captivity (sorta?)

cw: consent issues

cw: culty stuff

cw: very light sexual content (almost none)]

well technically i was still uninterested in him in the dream.

i was playing outlast 2 for the third time yesterday right before bed so i guess the plot of the dream was inspired by it.

at first i was in a corridor that reminded me a lot of the one at the very beginning of the game. i was walking towards a door and when i opened it i ended up in a chapel. in the middle of the chapel there was a priest. he started to give a sermon about something i don’t remember. and that’s when i realized that there was a blonde woman in the chapel as well. the “priest” told the woman to take her clothes off bc she was going to be part of a very important ritual and then told the same thing to me. so i started to take my clothes off. it felt like i was being somehow hypnotized so much so that the whole idea of a sex ritual with strangers seemed awesome to me.

right before the start of the ritual though i fell into my senses and decided to not participate. this happened when the priest was talking to another man that had arrived and therefore was distracted so i bailed. i made it to the street without them noticing i’d left and that was when i realized i was in italy (don’t know in which city). so i started to explore. i went into a café and the waitress that talked to me was the iconic british presenter alison hammond and she was so nice to me. she spoke italian and i only knew how to say grazie and tried to talk to her in english. (that’s actually hilarious to me bc last week i was watching video compilations of her funniest moments and in one of them she was almost being arrested in italy 😭). i remember all the food and beverages were expensive as hell. the cheapest thing i found was like 1000 euros (this is not an exaggeration).

so i decided to not consume anything and go to the first floor. i stayed there for a while just looking at the street from the balcony. and then i decided to leave the place. while i was going downstairs there was a child (i assume she was like 12) and when she looked at me she started screaming (”there she is!”) and pointing at me. she was accompanied by a lot of ppl and they all came right in my direction. that’s when i started running in the opposite direction but there were more ppl coming from that way too. so it was useless. they surrounded me and that’s when jckles appeared and started to drag me to a car.

he took me to a very spacious white house. there he started talking about how we had to get married but how first i had to finish the sex ritual that i was about to start in the beginning of the dream so i could also be a member of the cult he was part of. and i told him how i didn’t want marry him or finish the ritual or be part of his cult. at some point i was able to escape the house and started wandering the streets of italy. sooner than later though he found me again but i remember that even in the dream i laughed a little bc his outfit was completely different from the one before. he was wearing denim-on-denim and weird prescription glasses.

it was at this point in the dream that i realized that it was probably soldier boy i was dealing with and not jckles bc he started saying how he was going to be an amazing husband, the type of husband that ppl in the 80s would love to have (?) and that he’d treat me well despite his many lovers. that was when it dawned on me that i’d not be able to get rid of him just by running away so i decided to literally kneel down right in front him and beg him to leave me alone. i thought that if i humiliated myself for him he’s take pity on me and let me go. i even embraced his his legs while i was on the floor and told him how he could be a good person if only he’d release me.

well it did not work at all. he just kept looking at me and went on explaining how we needed to be together. so i got desperate and started to literally run somewhere else but he caught my arm and then pushed me toward a wall where he trapped me with his body. he started to hug me and sniff my neck. and we stayed like that for a while. that’s when i gave in and hugged him back but i was almost crying. this is where the dream ends

honestly even though it creeped me out, when i woke up i was fine. i actually think some parts of it are so funny and absurd that i have to laugh. brains are so fucking weird.

#took an embarrassing amount of time trying to remember all the details of this dream and write them in a way that made sense #i’ve been trying to finish writing this since i woke up today #🏹