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fru 🍊 @harrowsong.bsky.social · Nov 2

🧵 drabble collection

↪ on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/720136...

thumbnail image that shows a grainy painting of dark bushes and trees with a text box photoshopped on top that looks like an ao3 fic title with author. It says 'even in love, unbearable' by harrowsong

fru 🍊

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to concerned parties: i have like 15 fluffy squirrel images from today saved on my phone, i'm just too *gestures* to do much more external about it than a deep sigh

December 7, 2025 at 5:02 PM

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lost the day to playing uh like 5 hours of against the storm??

December 7, 2025 at 4:02 PM

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stuffing my face full of lentil pumpkin baked salad mmm

December 6, 2025 at 8:22 PM

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Bex, if you can keep it

@bextraordinary.bsky.social

♥️

To my friends from LiveJournal

I still think about you Wonder if you finally quit, Do you still speak to your mom?

I remember when you went to Japan How you swore you'd never forgive him.

I can't remember to take my meds but I remember you wanted to live on a houseboat. It's a strange intimacy, all of us unspooling across decades of internet space Like balls of yarn leaving a trail behind us of everywhere and everyone we've ever been

I hope you got your houseboat.

I hope you got everything.

-Hayley DeRoche

December 5, 2025 at 1:15 PM

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n㋡1 like me

@uneasymist.bsky.social

come write your name for me, make it a masterpiece 🔞

It's no secret how he feels about his hyung's body. He's been told off, multiple times, for the candid way his appreciation slips out in conversation, for stares lingering too long down the curve of his back, for touches too firm and too low when he's correcting his form at the gym.

His torso is twisted, arm anchored behind him on the bedsheets as he changes angle now. San's thumbs are digging into the dimples of his hips, something between steadying and grounding as he drives down on his cock again, again, again. Hongjoong's not usually the initiator, but when he is, it's like this, urgent like he's trying to fuck himself out of his skin. He usually goes to someone less indulgent about sex—Mingi, maybe, or Yeosang. San's handsy; San finds him unbearably sexy, and he doesn't care that Hongjoong never quite knows what to do with that.

"/Fuck/, San-ah," he gasps, and grinds forward, down, takes him to the hilt. It's a ripple, lapping up over him as well. Their hotel room is quiet, so far up that street noise becomes only its top notes through the cracked windows opposite the bed. San looks over Hongjoong's thrown-back head and it's just the dark endless stretch of the city, and his ass reflected back in the squeaky-clean glass, clenching rhythmically around his dick like someone possessed.

San's been trying not to watch, for Hongjoong's sake. He wants to be good, be gentlemanly and composed and keep his hands neatly inside the cart of perfunctory sex-for-sex's-sake, but the itch under his skin feels alive like static, blooms wide beyond his control. Hongjoong's moaning, face drawn up in his efforts to keep it together, conscious of hotel walls and, maybe more so, how much San is listening to him. San leans up, presses his face into the sweaty pocket of his clavicle and trains his eyes on their reflection over his shoulder.

"Feels good, hyung, hm?" His hands slide around and grab his ass, squeeze, stutter the rhythm Hongjoong's built. San hears him groan, trapped in his throat, and his dick jumps between their stomachs. He grits his teeth. "Fuck, that's it, just /take it/, take it—"

"/Sannie/," Hongjoong complains, almost, repositioning himself: hands on either shoulder, nails digging in, fully folded into his lap now. San urges him to grind down in faster, smoother circles, pistoning, and his hips buck up to meet him.

"C'mon, show me." San digs his fingers in then lets go, so his hands move with each circle of Hongjoong's hips. It's dizzying. "Write my name."

"Are you— /watching/— /hah, fuck/, your stupid dick feels so /good/," Hongjoong groans all at once, bodily fucking himself down, down, and San swears he sees stars on each drag over him. "God. /Fuck/."

"Wanna come in you, hyung," he pants. Hongjoong's skin is salty. He smells like perfumed hotel soap and sex. "Wanna fill you up. Let me."

Hongjoong's tone betrays him, a thin protest of, "It's messy," then something overwhelmed, like a whine, pressed behind San's ear.

"I'll clean you up, I'll lick it out of you." San knows it's more of a plea than an ask. Either way, Hongjoong clutches him tighter for it. "Let me, let me—"

"/Shit/," Hongjoong gasps, shuddering, and San feels him coming in streaks up their chests, between their stomachs. He keeps pressing his hips up, pressing in and in, hands tight on Hongjoong's ass to keep him in place, and somewhere in the overstimulation he nods, hurriedly, pleads /yeah, come, come in me/, and San tries to remember to breathe as he does.

December 5, 2025 at 10:19 PM

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song rec @interwovenwild.bsky.social shared with me 2 days ago and which is going platinum in our house rn to go with this one

youtu.be/Yv6shy_9KVM

December 5, 2025 at 3:41 PM

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when the random no context existential crisis hits at 2pm in the middle of a meeting

December 4, 2025 at 5:01 PM

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why sick again 😭

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December 3, 2025 at 4:20 PM

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.... yeah

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December 3, 2025 at 1:43 PM

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lrp on one hand yes, i agree, i feel extremely seen, but on the other hand (despite my agonies) i have so much patience for myself from however many years ago, too. the sentence might be cringe but the sect brother cannibalism allegory vibes fucked, girl, way to go

December 2, 2025 at 7:18 PM

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world’s gentlest weed puller

@reflektion.bsky.social

reading my old fics is like [fine sentence that makes me feel like i’m reading a normal fic][cringe sentence][typo][sentence so good that idk if i could write something that good now][sentence so annoying i want to throw something at myself][piece of characterization i don’t agree w anymore][typo]

December 1, 2025 at 5:53 PM