#i wonder how much detail i could get into about these aus without saying fucking anything about the original ocworld

[sirompp]

normalize making early-undertale-fandom-esque AUs for your ocs that end up with more developed plots than the original

#i am literally so attached to these alternate versions of my ocs that share NOTHING in common with the originals but name #colourside au i love you redswap au i love you #i love you cross dimensional shenanigans #i wonder how much detail i could get into about these aus without saying fucking anything about the original ocworld

[wangxianficfinder]

Fics Still Missing part 5

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These fics are still missing suggestions!

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1. Hello~ For the next fic finder I’m looking for this wangxian modern au fic. Established relationship and there’s also background xuanli. I don’t remember exactly how but a-yuan dies and the fic deals with what happens after (a-yuan is a toddler in the fic). Wwx takes it very badly but they slowly start to heal. I would be really really glad if you could find it for me! Thank you and have a nice day ♡ @/vntaebun #6 of post

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2. Looking for a fic where Wangxian starts dating because LWJ sent an anonymous ask to a Tumblr blog, which WWX saw. I think the blog was the xxx-culture-is type blog? #11 of post

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3. Hello! I was wondering if any of you know a fic where during the Cloud Recesses Arc, WWX was working on some arrays? And I think QHJ has been the one to help WWX with them since he himself specialised in arrays but I don’t remember if it might have been a time travel fix-it or not, sorry that I don’t have much details :( in the event of not knowing which fic this is, do you happen to know any fics where QHJ emerges from seclusion to be more proactive in the story without him being portrayed negatively? Thank you for all your help, have a good day, mods! #16 of post

FOUND? the time traveling letter series by MichelleFeather (G, 26k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ & WWX, LWJ & QHJ, Time Travel Fix-It, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Sad LWJ, Genius WWX, QHJ Lives, Parents WangXian, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, First Meetings, Love Confessions, Love Letters, Wangxian say 'fuck it' and leave the cultivation world, Requited Love, Not LXC Friendly, Not LQR Friendly, kind of, Good Father QHJ, Angry LWJ, Married WangXian, Established WangXian, LWJ & WWX Are LSZ's Parents, QHJ Lives, Good Father QHJ, WangXian Wedding, Sunshot Campaign, Abusive Jiang Family, Jiang Family Dynamics, Not JFM & YZY Friendly, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei Sect, Kinda) in it QHJ emerges from seclusion to be more proactive and in the second story he uses arrays

FOUND? The Tamed by Escheria (T, 459k, WangXian, LWJ/XZ, WYB/WWX, YiZhan, WIP, YLLZ WWX, The Untamed (TV) References, Overpowered WWX,XZ is WWX, Canon Divergence, Transmigration, Isekai, Demonic Cultivation, Genius WWX, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff, Soulmates) the search for QHJ and him being a master of the CR Arrays, i am 99% sure, its The Tamed, the huge story that is at 460,000 words and ongoing its this story, from chapter 56 ff on, he appears at the end, WWX and QHJ, they both bond over the arrays, that they created to protect CR.

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4. hello! for the next fic finder, can you guys help me find this fic where wwx is in lan sect after sunshot with lan qiren researching about something (i forgot if lqr knew about his core, i think they’re’re searching scrolls abt cores, idk) then there’s a specific scene where they accused wwx on putting the hundred holes curse, then i think someone demanded that wwx should open his robes. lan qiren defended him that wwx is with him that past few days and that he’s not the one who put the curse. #17 of post

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5. Modern au too I think? I only remember Lwj saw wwx burying a dead body (i think it was wen chao) and assist him on it. #7B of post

NOT FOUND! release me from the present by merlinnn

FOUND? 🔒 The inherent romanticism of hiding a body together by Aki_no_hikari (T, 4k, WangXian, First Meetings, Love at First Sight, Modern, Corpse Desecration, Corpse Disposal, Pigs, dark Wangxian)

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6. Hello! Good day! I hope you can help me find this fic. I don’t know if it is a time-travel fic or not. All I can remember is that Madam Yu got pregnant and the sect leader, jiang yanli, jiang cheng, and wwx were happy. But eventually they learned that madam yu cheated (i forgot if its a wen or not) so the baby is actually not sect leader jiang’s child. I think they learned this after the masscre of lotus pier when madam yu ranaway. #19 of post

FOUND? 💖 A Chance by CorkaHadesa (M, 86k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, Established WangXian, Married WangXian, Secret Marriage, OOC, Second Chances, YLLZ WWX, Homophobic Language, but only from YZY so it's not that important because she's a bad person, i don't agree with her words, Minor Character Death, Happy Ending, Mpreg, Not Everyone Dies AU, the dead ones are the bad ones)

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7. Hi!! There is this fic I want to reread, it’s post canon 5+1 ish (???) fic but I remember only one scene, which is in some female lan disciple’s pov where she joined wangxian with other lan disciples on a nighthunt (and she was very happy to join cuz nighthunt with wangxian = good learning experience), it goes well but wwx gets some scraps on his hands (I think) and when it was all done and they were going to rest she sees how lwj kisses wwx’s fingers, wwx swoons, the female lan disciples gets flustered over how sweetly in love wx are and wishes she would get a partner that would care for her the same way (or just wishes to find a love like that idk) #4 of post

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8. Hello! For fic finder, can you help me find a fic where WWX time travel to the past before massacare of lotus pier. It’s a short fic that i only remember the part that close to ending. After the war, the jiang fight other sect to let WWX live in LP. He is depressed and only start smiling when a-yuan who just a newborn crying non stop and WWX volunter himself to try calm down a-Yuan. Since then he start healing. I think it has 4 chapters and YZY dan JFM lived (i'am not sure about this). Thank you!!! @/idontknowwhattowriteforusername #7 of post

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9. Hi hello, can you please help me find a wangxian fanfic wherein lan zhan was forced be remarried to a girl? (I’m not sure) after their marriage lan zhan rarely comes back to gusu because of that his relationship with his new wife is cold he don’t acknowledge her and he doesn’t talk to her, then wei ying comebacks lan zhan knows that this is his wei ying because he played wang xian, lan zhan brings back wei ying to gusu and wei ying finds out that he is married and was devastated #14 of post

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10. Hello, I can’t find a fic that is a retelling of svsss with mdzs characters that I’ve read last year. As far as I remember the fic was from wwx’s pov, and there were a lot of interactions with ‘the system’. The 'novel’ is not the same one from svsss, but is mdzs itself; and wwx has to try to not die as the yllz(?) I think. @freetospreadwywings #15 of post

FOUND? Achievement Unlocked 🔓 by UseMyMuse (E, 85k, WangXian, A/B/O, Transmigration, Crack, Sassy System, Canonical Character Death, Reincarnation/Transmigration, Bamf WWX, From twitter to AO3, mild to major violence briefly mentioned, Mild/brief mentions of torture, Kidnapping, Accidental Child Acquisition)

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11. I remember this fic where Yu Ziyuan left Jiang Fengmian and took Wei Wuxian with her, and I think it was Madam Yu/Madam Jin and JFM/ two others I think?? I could be remembering the pairings wrong, anyway I was hoping to find it again and maybe even other fics where Yu Ziyuan leaves and takes Wei Wuxian with her if there are any 😺 #20 of post

FOUND? @/ireallydontknow made a new post by sadlybeans (M, 50k, WangXian, JC/NHS, LXC/NMJ, LQR/WRH/JFM, WQ/MM, YZY/Madam Jin/Madam Lan, SL/XXC, MXY/XY, JYL/OFC(s), JZX/SS, Crack, Fluff and Humor, Modern Cultivation, Social Media, NHS is an influencer now (or trying to be), NMJ wants to trade brothers with LXC, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Trans Male Character)

FOUND? 🔒 go forward slowly by LadyKG (Not Rated, 47k, YZY/Madam Jin, WangXian, WIP, YZY and madam jin run away together, and take all the kids, like ALL the kids, and become better mothers, they find themselves again, and their happiness, Happy Ending, lots of night hunts, Lots of mysteries)

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12. Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find a ff. It’s one where Wei comes back to the past with his memories and saves his parents from the night hunt and he works w/ his parents to prevent the war and prevent Lan Zhan’s mom and dad from dying. from what i can remember wei ying doesn’t become close to the jiang fam this time around and they make the burial grounds into like a sect or something similar because his father owns the land. And they meet his father’s family. Thank you!! @/thepaththatleadsyouhome #3 of post

FOUND? Time Charm by Jenrose  (E, 141k, wangxian, later queerplatonic LWJ/WWX/WQ, LXC/JGY/2nd Madam Mo, time travel fix-it, post-canon, everyone lives au, genius inventor WWX, BAMF wangxian, first time, pregnancy, childbirth, asexual character, aftermath of time travel, telepathic bond, slice of life)

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13. Hey, can you help me find this fic? I think it’s called “Breathing Underwater” and it was a rare pair ship b/w Black Water Sinking Ships and Yilling Louzu. He Xuan used to call the later his LianHua. @utxqia #4 of post

FOUND? 🔒 Breathing Underwater by Suzoomie (G, 7k, HX/WWX, WangXian, TGCF Crossover, Canon Divergence, most mdzs characters appear or are mentioned, Possessive Behavior, Canon-Typical Violence, Multiple Pov, Rarepair)

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14. Hi! I don’t know if I have the right to ask it here since its a comic fic. But I’m really desperate to find it. (A fic is a fic 😊 ~Mod L)

The comic fic is about Alpha LXC and Alpha JWY. I remember the two have a thing and they have a proposition that once they met their fated mate, they will end what they have. I remember in the end it turns dark since LXC actually killed his fated mate and JWY fated mate (secretly) to be with JWY. #9 of post

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15. Hi! I’m sorry for the bother. I would like to ask if you this fic. I only remember briefly about it. Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling are in Lotus Pier. I remember Jiang Wanyin gave lotus pork soup to both of then and wei wuxian commented that the soup taste like Jiang Yanli. Jin Ling was shocked because he didn’t know that the soup his jiujiu makes for him was actually his mom’s recipe. I also remember (not uste if it right) jiang wanyin saying to them that he tried to perfect them for his own comfort and for Jin Ling. Thank you very much #15 of post

FOUND? two million naturally occurring sweet things by theheartofthekoko (T, 3k, JC & WWX, JC & JL, JL & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, love and grief in the form of making soup)

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16. Hi! I’ve been looking for a fanfiction where wwx time traveled in the past but he didn’t know and he just woke up in lotus pier and he roamed around for a bit and noticed a crack or something on the floor which wasn’t there before because lotus pier was renovated and then jiang cheng called him and the he hugged him cause apparently he died in a night hunt and i can’t remember the next. Can you help me find it? Thank you #4 of post

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17. Fic Finder: The story has WWX wheelchair-bound (because his legs are weak from his days being a street orphan) he eventually makes himself some cool mech legs (inspiration from past Jiang elders, in this story the Jiangs have a lot of disabled leaders. I remember there’s a blind elder using war fans and another using something similar like an assassination chord, another also lost their fingers/limbs thus made themselves mechparts). I know i said mech a lot but it’s not mech, i remember the story said it’s made of wood or something else.

Xue Yang is also in the family as WWX’s brother/guide/bodyguard and they went to CR for the teachings, the Biling Lake still happens and WWX (like a true diver he is) went for a swim and his mech legs kinda absorbs the resentful energy? The details were that his mech legs has glowing yellow runes, and it turned red after that incident. #10 of post

FOUND? Injuries Won't Hold Him Back by Cinder46231 (T, 32k, WangXian, WIP, Wheelchairs, WWX is in a wheelchair, XY is WWX's brother too, Paternal YZY, We have genius children)

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18. WWX was married(?) to WRH but it was from NMJ’s pov. WWX helped the SSC secretly, but still thought he would be killed. #16A of post

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19. hiiii i’ve been looking for a fic i believe it was omegaverse but im not completely sure

all i remember was that wei ying was betrothed to JC but then their engagement was dissolved and eventually wangxian got engaged

i remember there was a scene in which wei ying was staying at lotus pier and jiang cheng and madame yu try to burn wei ying alive because they don’t like that he got engaged to someone else.

thank u for all ur help🫶🏼 #18 of post

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20. Hello there, sorry to bother all of you again, but I’m searching for this one fic

It’s set in modern time. So it tells the story of like WY was in a abusive relationship with someone who’s older than him and he got out of it.

The story begins like how he was jn the hospital because of it. Lan xichen was his doctor. And i remember that he was admitted because he was hit with a wine bottle i think.

In the story WY was like not allowed to go outside of his abusive boyfriend apartment and there’s a little bit grooming.

And this boyfriend was JYL friend, he’s an original character i think.

And the story continues with the recovery and there’s this scene where Su She grab his hand at a supermarket? and it reminded him of his ex and i think he panicked.

If you can help me I’ll be really happy. Thank you @lil-dusty-rose #20 of post

FOUND! daffodils to ambrosia by AvoOwO (M, 83k, WangXian, JC & WWX & JYL, WQ & WWX, NHS & WWX, WWX/OC, LXC & WWX, LXC & JC, WIP, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Modern, Florist WWX, Flowers, Language of Flowers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Abuse, Past Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Grooming, Past Sexual Assault, Past Sexual Abuse, Domestic Violence, Tenderness, Blood, Violence, Crushes, Blushing, PTSD, Trauma, Hurt WWX, Soft WangXian, Gentleness, Recovery, Healing, Dissociation, Chronic Pain, Headaches & Migraines, WWX Has PTSD, WWX Has a Crush, LWJ Has a Crush, LWJ Has Feelings, Good Sibling JC, Protective JC, Good Sibling JYL, Forehead Kisses, Panic Attacks, Neck Kissing, Dubious Consent, Memories, Abusive Relationships, Kissing, the love of flowers, and healing with time)

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21. Looking for a vampire WWX/Hunter LWJ fic, that started with LWJ kneeling for the marriage ceremony and being bit, then the rest after that involved LWJ trying to keep away from WWX for his own good before they both get together. LWJ stays human. I think I found it on AO3? @/bcaugust

It’s not the right one(though it is one of my favorites and really close to the same vibe.) I also remember that the vampire bite would scar to indicate a spouse, if that helps anyone. #9 of post

Not FOUND! I Think Sunshine Would Treat Me Kind by vassal101

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22. Hi!

So I’m looking for a fic that I can’t find where I can’t remember what exactly happened, but it goes something like this;

Lwj and Wwx are sleeping, Lwj gets a nightmare, and he doesn’t tell Wwx about it, but he figures it out anyway and then Wwx waits to see whether Lwj will go back to sleep or have sex. They have rough sex in which Wwx specifically requests that he doesn’t want to come. And then they talk (I think it was just outside on a porch or something?) And then Lwj fingers him and gets him off.

I’m sorry I don’t remember more, I think it was one chapter and I’m really desperately trying to find this fic. If you could find it it would be much appreciated!!

Thank you! #10 of post

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23. I think wwx was a ghost, & found himself at the Cloud Recesses in the aftermath of lwj’s punishment. Lwj was in bad condition and almost died (a couple of times?) Eventually there was some sort of ritual to bring wwx back into a physical body, & he was in the adjoining room bc he was also very weak. (NB: this is not the fic where wwx is actually astral projecting from Baoshan Sanren’s mountain, it’s a different one). #17A of post

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24.

Looking for a fic where the focus iirc was more on LWJ teaching/raising lan juniors to express their emotions healthily.

Sorry, I don’t think it’s To be of use, I remember it being something shorter. Also WWX came back towards the later part of it. #20 of post

not FOUND! To be of use by Erisette

FOUND? Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ’s Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending, Canon-Typical Violence)

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25. Hiiiiii thanks for everything you do ✨✨ I’m looking for a fic where LWJ is an angel and WWX was his partner but he is believed to be dead (after a mission??) but he is actually in the burial mounds with (WN and WQ??) and A-Yuan and he give him his « light » to save him??? Also something is trying to kill him or the wen. It’s a bit confusing I’m sorry can you help ??? 🥺✨ @/ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan #2 of post

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26. Hi! I am looking for a WangXian fic on AO3 that (honestly I don’t remember much because I read it a long time ago) but it was a gathering of some sort and wei wuxian wasn’t feeling that well ( u know when his magic is on edge), and something triggered it to go haywire so he started to run but like it had already gotten out of control n everyone was watching him in pain, trying to control, n how Lan zhan helped him. @/nisooom #4 of post

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27. Hi! Thank you for all your hard work!! I’ve been searching for MONTHS for a fic that follows the general first scenes of WWX’s resurrection, except because LWJ is so quick to bring him back to Gusu, he assumes LWJ and MXY were secret lovers? Or assumes that LWJ likes him, and has to wrestle with what that means to him? If anyone knows this story, I am BEGGING for the link :’D #6 of post

FOUND? Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX)

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28. Hello! I dont know if I should label this as fic finder or ITMF or maybe both. its a fic where lwj and lxc compete for wwx’s heart. i know that ive read one like this but i cant find it anymore [its a series where wwx died right, then when he came back, lxc said to lwj that if wwx chose him before, lxc will stand beside him (talking about the siege)] #8 of post

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29. Hello again. I’m hoping to find a fic of someone transmigrating into Yu Ziyuan. WWX calls her “Spirit Auntie” and she works to help him overcome his fear of dogs by getting him a bunny named “Dog” and a puppy named “Bunny”. If it was deleted then, oh well. Thank you for helping anyway. @/gwencaer #15 of post

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30. For the next fic finder - I’m looking for a fic where LZ (unintentionally) was harming wwx (I think mostly by reputation - maybe for seemingly being promiscuous or disparaging his demonic cultivation?) and NHS yelled at him. I wish I remember more but at this time I think i’ve mixed it up with like 4 wildly different fics. I mostly just remember writing the review that I was pleased someone had finally clued LZ to the harm he was doing and that I was excited to see him try to fix it. Thanks! @/math-is-magic​ #17 of post

NOT FOUND! Story-Shaped by lingering_song

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31. hello! I’m looking for a WIP, abo, royalty au fic where the main pairing was lsz/jl with background emperor!lwj/empress!wwx. the summary was that o!jin ling had been warned away by jc from the royal fam his entire life bc of empress!wwx’s supposed role in jyl’s death, but, when he goes to the capital, meets and starts falling in love with a!prince!lan sizhui (to his own displeasure). in one scene, jl is going through his heat, lsz smells him and drops his sword running away. wwx and lwj had three kids, and one of the later chapters revealed that wwx was pregnant again. i’m pretty sure it’s been deleted/hidden bc it doesn’t come up in any of the relevant tags, but I’d be deeply grateful if someone has a link to it on the way back machine or something similar. thank you for your help! #18 of post

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32. Hi, looking for the fic where LZ and WY are in college. Lan Zhan is engaged to Jin Zixuan, Wei Ying valets at a party at the Jins. He helps a drunk LZ who was attending it drive home and things develop from there. They don’t know each other personally but do after that night. I read this fic once couple of yrs ago, can’t seem to find it again. Pls help, thanks! #19 of post

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33. For fic finder: It was set in canon era, WangXian. Golden cores were literal orb-like jewels that could be cut out of a cultivator’s chest, thus creating the opportunity for an illegal poaching trade. There was a scene where Wen Chao gleefully cut out Jiang Cheng’s, and I think he also took Wuxian’s. During the Sunshot Campaign when JC and LWJ get their swords back they also find the room of stolen cores, and are shocked to find WWX’s. Anyone know this one? Please! #20 of post

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34. Hey, I’m looking for a fanfic in which LWJ assuming that he somehow impregnated WWX in his dreams when WWX says that he birthed Wen Yuan, I remember reading this fanfic on ao3, but I can’t find it. There’s a fanfic that looks like the one I want. called Taking Responsibility, but it’s not what I’m looking for. please if anyone knows, help me 😭😭😭😭😭 @/narablackpotter #1 of post

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35. Hello again!!!

I need help finding a fic please!

I don’t remember much but I know that wwx and the juniors were on a night hunt or something when they came across some type of dog-like yao. Wwx fought it by himself even though he was scared shitless and I think he did something to restrain or protect the juniors so they couldn’t help him. I think he got injured and all the juniors were worrying over him. Sorry if this isn’t descriptive enough. It’s all I can remember 🥲 thanks in advance!!! @jikcf​ #11 of post

FOUND? heroic aftermath by Last_for_Hell (T, 5K, LSZ & WWX, JL & WWX, LJY & WWX, OYZZ & WWX, JL & LSZ & LJY & OYZZ, WangXian, Aftermath of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, the juniors love wwx and he loves them too, Guilt, References to WWX’s Cynophobia, Implied Sexual Content)

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36. hi hi! Im trying to look for a wangxian fic but i barely remember anything of it.

the only thing i remember was the near ending where wwx is in a hospital bed and mutters “fuck me” and lwj “maybe later”

that’s all i remember i’m so sorry 😔 #12 of post

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37. Hii! For the next fic finder can you help me with this fic where after WY resurrection lWJ is happy but at the same time has moments where he’s annoyed by WY but then he also feels guilty about it cause he should just be happy WY is back after all. It follows the canon, mostly, it just has more LZ POV #14 of post

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38. I’m looking for a fic where the night after Wei Ying tries to run away and is brought back by the Jiang children, someone (either Madam Yu or the Head Disciple) mentions they’ll need to talk to the night watch, because 'three children shouldn’t be able to slip away at separate times without being noticed’ (Not quite a direct quote but alpng those lines.) #17 of post

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39. Hi, I’m looking for a fic where Wei Ying has amnesia and thinks hes a ghost who haunts lotus pier and is really out of it and convinced hes dead. Good ending, just cant find it. @quxxnrandonmness27 #18 of post

FOUND? can't find a way home by KouriArashi (M, 109k, WangXian, JC & JYL, JC & JYL & LWJ, LXC/JGY, WWX & WQ, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, Canon Divergence, Angst, Family, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Family Feels, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Developing Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical political bullshit, Mental Health Issues, Eventual Happy Ending, Descriptions of suicide,(caused by dark magic))

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40. I am looking for a fic for a while. It would be really great if you are able to find it. There was a scene where a a baby Lan sect disciple challenges LWJ for a duel to marry WWX. It was an adorable scene where the lan child confuses WWX platonic cheek kiss and concludes that he has to fight for his Wei-qianbei’s honour (even though he is intimidated by Hanguang-jun). Thank you in advance!!

Hello it’s the requester for no. 19 from the recent fic finder. Thank you so much for the quick response. The fic you found was really similar to the one I was looking for and I enjoyed it. Although it was not the fic I had in mind(I guess it is a scene from a larger work or it may be deleted). But, nevertheless I really a thankful for the mods and others who are so enthusiastic and helpful!!! I hope you have a great day!! #19 of post

not FOUND A Small Love by JTHM_Michi

NOT FOUND could be a scene in 🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 803k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

FOUND! A marriage duel. by satans_dolly_boy666 (G, 2k, WWX & OC(s), LSZ & LJY, WangXian, WWX-centric, Shameless WWX, Duelling, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Same-Sex Marriage, Married Couple, Married Life, Married Characters, So Married, Gusu Lan Sect, Gūsū Lán Disciples, Cute Kids, Teaching, Senior WWX, Gusu Lan juniors, Gusu Lan dialect, Misunderstandings, LQR is done, Cloud Recesses, Post-Canon, Husbands, Innocence, Gusu Lan is needed of sex education ASAP, Teacher-Student Relationship, Students, WWX living in the Cloud RecessesH, e is loved by everyoneee, Protectiveness, Protective Husband, LQR will die someday because of Wwx, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Love Triangles, but not really, WWX is a Lan)

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41. hello! for fic finder, may i ask for a great tumblr meta that i cant find anywhere? (i feel like i should disclaim that ppl should read what they find hot. i just saw a recent mxtx interview that said like the exact same thing as the meta and thought it was cool)

the meta talks about how mxtx specifically choosing to write lwj as a top WAS the gnc option. i think op was just frustrated about some people insisting that switching/top wwx was ‘less heteronormative’ (as a justification for liking it??). i think op mentioned that this seems like a western take on mdzs?

basically, in the meta, they expand on how lwj is gnc-coded. like how touching lwj’s headband equals staining his honor like how a cdrama man kissing an unmarried woman would be (this is what mxtx also said herself in the interview), and a bunch of other things (handling money, etiquette, lwj keeping track of wwx’s tastes as opposed to wwx buying him spicy food, the incense burner domesticity, and idk more stuff i cant remember)

i *think* they wrote something like “all mxtx couples come with the gnc already built in” which was a cool point imo (one example is hc flipping the gege kink), but i tried searching for that and i couldn’t find it for the life of me. thank you! (Huh, I feel like I remember this one faintly 🤔 ~Mod L) #2 of post

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42. This fic is a modern au, I think that both LZ and WY are cultivators, WY specifically is kind of a witch (?), he messes with dark magic and lives in a haunted town or something like this. There’s a reencounter between the two (I don’t know if by chance or if LZ tracks WY) and at some point LZ gets worried that WY is sorrounded by ghosts/resentful energy, but he is aware of the situation. I think WY even has a pet crow/cat, but I’m not sure. And the plot may envolve him being isolated, running away or being expelled because of his methods of cultivation. Also, I’m pretty sure there’s a fanart featured in the story that has Wangxian and the haunted place WY lives/takes care. #4A of post

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43. hiii it’s me again I’m sorry I can’t seem to find anything rn and you guys are literal lives savers I’m looking for a fit where lwj was raisin A-Yuan and I just remember that they were talking about wwx and lwj compared him to a butterfly going in a dark forest to bring back treasures for other but each time he made the trip he lost some of his light until one day he couldn’t come back. that all I have can you help ???🙇🏼‍♀️ thank youuuuuu✨✨ @/ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan #8 of post

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44. Hiya, im hoping you guys can help me find this fic? The only things I remember is it was canon setting, lwj pov, where he kept hiding/fidgeting with his hands in his sleeves and the author kept bringing attention to it to show him being nervous. It was also complete and definitely longer than 10k at least. Thank you! #12 of post

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45. Hi! It’s me again. It’s for fic finder. On this fic, Qin Su dies and Jin Rusong lives. Before QS dies, she told JRS to never trust JGY and a few days after she said that, she dies because of drowning (i think). That happen in the flashback. And JRS indirectly help NHS in his revenge. Thats all i can remember. Thank you!!! @/idontknowwhattowriteforusername #15 of post

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46. This is a modern au fic again a oneshot ig? The only thing i remember is that lwj was a fashion icon here and very sassy . Oblivious Wwx as usual ! i think wwx implied lwj like mianmian and later lwj talks to his brother and says “ brother do i not look gay enough?” .I do not remember anything else . Also it had good friendship dynamics with almost everyone.No angst but again i can be remembering wrong . Also !!!!! Lwj wore heels ( it wasn’t a genderbend fic ) #4B of post

FOUND? Turn the Other Cheek by Minyoongiisacatuwu (E, 19k, WangXian, Unreliable Narrator, Modern, Oblivious WWX, Panties, LWJ flirting very hard, Rabbits, Rimming, Mutual Pining, LWJ is a top in a Thong, LWJ in heels, Fashionista LWJ, Friends to Lovers, Aftercare, Porn with Feelings, College/University)

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47. I was wondering if you can help me find a fic. It was so long ago I’m ngl. I remember it was stormy and the cultivators had to seek shelter or they saved someone. In return that someone a ‘fortune teller’ could show the future. I remember I think Qiren was wary. She showed the future to the previous generation like cangse sanren and lan qiren. I think she also showed the future to Wei wuxian generation. It might have been in Portuguese or spanish maybe. It could have been in english. @/whitewoodwalker #7 of post

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48. Hello mods!! I’ve been looking for a very specific fic for a while now but I can’t find it with the usual tags. It’s wangxian, post canon and mpreg, where LSZ, studying the gold cores, tries to help WWX form a new one by dual cultivatition (with LWJ) but instead accidentally gets him pregnant. I hope you can help me and thanks in advance! @/jenaerith #11 of post

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49. This is a bit of an obscure one but I’m trying to find a fic: I don’t remember if it was time travel or something else but something happened that led to Lan Zhan having to immobilize Wei Ying like Wen Qing did to him after Qiongqi Path, despite Wei Ying telling him he wouldn’t survive it if it happened to him (again?) and then when they meet again they have to deal with the fact that Lan Zhan did it anyway. I can’t remember the context so hopefully someone recognizes it anyway @vulpestars #14 of post

FOUND? If You Forget Me by DivideTheSorrow (Not Rated, 189k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, YZY/JFM, WIP, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Relationship(s), Canon Divergence, Eventual Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Alternating, Original Character(s), Angst)

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50. For FF, I can’t recall if it was time travel or not, but the scene I recall: CR arc, WWX refusing to copy his punishment texts in the library. He confessed to LWJ that he wasn’t planning to complete the copying because the punishment was unfair. He said something like: it takes more than 1 to cheat (I think it was the cheating bit) but I’m the only one being punished. And that opened LWJ’s eyes for the punching JZX scene. Can’t remember where it went after but I really want to read LWJ’s realization again. @/mreisse #20 of post

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #wangxianficfinder compilation post #long post #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #missing fics

[exy-shmexy]

AU where the twinyards’ dad finds out about them and fights to get them back

TW: Andrew’s past (before the Spears), Aaron’s abuse (mentioned), Nicky’s treatment by Luther

He finds Andrew first.

Michael is just an ordinary guy, in his mid-thirties working a boring office job. He doesn’t hate it, but it’s definitely not what he sees himself doing for his entire life. He has a solid group of friends, he’s single but he doesn’t mind and he has a nice little appartement in Oakland. Sure sometimes money is tight, but he manages.

Until one day his world crashes upside down.

One person in his group of friends is a social worker. It’s a Thursday when he gets her text. It’s just a “can I call you?” but he immediately knows there is something amiss. Sarah never asks to call him, she usually just does regardless of what time it is. He calls her and she tells him she wants to see him the same evening. He agrees. They meet up at their usual restaurant and she tells him about this kid in Oakland who just got thrown out of his foster home. Michael asks her why she’s telling her that. The woman takes a deep breath. She digs into her bag, gets a file out and lays it in front of him. Michael frowns, wondering what the heck is going on. But then he sees the name.

Andrew Joseph Doe.

“What is this?”

Sarah gestures at him to open the file. He does. He does and when he sees the photo pinned on top of all the papers, his stomach drops. Because staring back at him is a younger version of himself. Well, it’s him but it’s also not. Michael doesn’t say a word, he just stares at the photo of this ten year old boy staring back at him with eyes devoid of any joy. His throat squeezes.

Sarah talks before he can. “Michael we’ve known each other since we were seven years old. This boy is you.”

Michael gulps. He knows it. He sees it. The boy—Andrew—has his face. He even has the same faint beauty mark at the corner of his mouth. Michael’s eyes are darker, the boy’s are hazel, their hair is the same shade of blond.

His mind spins and spins and spins, until he remembers an evening in San Jose ten-ish years ago. He doesn’t remember the details, but he remembers a woman, one too many glasses of alcohol and a night spent in a hotel in her company. “Jesus fucking Christ. Sarah I don’t… I didn’t… Are you sure?”

“We could do a DNA test, I don’t know maybe I’m imagining things but you are seeing it too, yes?”

Michael takes a moment to answer. “Are you allowed to let me take this home?”

“Technically no. But no one will know.”

Michael doesn’t sleep that night. He reads the file from beginning to end, reads about how Andrew has been tossed around foster homes without ever being allowed to settle in one. He learns that he is deemed difficult, angry for his young age. All Michael sees is a lost kid who needs help. He texts Sarah the next morning that he wants to meet him. It takes a week to organize a meeting. Sarah can’t be there for it because she has to take care of another kid but Michael goes with his friend Phil Higgins, whom he has known for a couple years now.

They meet Andrew’s caseworker first. Michael has a long discussion with him, then they meet Andrew. Andrew looks like he wants to be anywhere but here except when he meets Michael’s eyes, there is something that clicks. There is very little doubt they are related and Michael sees just how much intelligence there is in the boy’s eyes when he stares at him. Michael doesn’t know what to tell him, this child whose existence he didn’t know about until barely a few days ago. Michael immediately wants to bring him back home with him. He knows the process is going to be long but he wants to pull some strings, and Higgins is here to help.

It takes weeks to get the paperworks in order, but after an excruciatingly long wait, it’s done. He gets to take Andrew, his son—the DNA tests came back—home. Adjusting to this new life is strange. Andrew doesn’t talk to him. Higgins helps with enrolling him to school, Sarah gives him precious advice, but Andrew is a closed book.

Until one night where Michael decides to take him to the ice cream parlor after school. It’s been three weeks since they’ve been living under the same roof, three weeks of silence, but this time Andrew speaks. “Why did you do this?”

It takes Michael a second to register Andrew asked him a question. “Do what?”

“Decided to take me with you?”

“Andrew you’re my son.”

“It didn’t matter until now.”

“I didn’t know about you. If I did, I would never have let this happen. I swear.”

Andrew frowns. He eats more of his ice cream (a chocolatey monster. It’s fine, Michael will make him eat veggies for dinner). “I don’t know you. Your words mean nothing.”

Michael can hardly comprehend this boy is just ten. “Andrew, I’m going to need you to listen to me very carefully. If I had known, I promise I would never have let any of this happen. You’re my son, and I swear you’ll never need to worry about anything again. On my life. Understood?” Andrew frowns, but he nods. Things start to get better from there.

Until a year later when Higgins, who had been sent to talk at a school in San Jose and calls him freaking out because he swears he saw Andrew there. It’s impossible, Andrew has spent the entire day at the zoo with Michael because they decided to take a day away from everything. Higgins sends him a photo of a boy who looks like the carbon copy of his son.

This is the second time Michael’s world crashes down.

Higgins helps him find out about this child—Aaron—and when he learns the way he is treated by his mom, Michael fights the courts to get custody and protect him. It works.

The twins have a hard time getting along, but slowly they make progress. The three of them learn to become a family no matter how strange it is but Higgins suggests signing them up to the school’s exy team.

It helps.

They make some friends, including a troublemaking redhead, and things get better from there.

Until one day another boy shows up at Michael’s doorstep. He recognizes him from his fight against Tilda. His name is Nicky, he’s sixteen, and he looks like an absolute mess. Nicky tells him everything he’s been going through.

Michael cannot let this broken boy alone, he cannot allow that.

So he goes back in front of the courts to get custody. He gives them evidence of conversion therapy and with Higgins again on his side, Nicky ends up joining the house and his cousins where none of them ever need to worry about anything again.

A massive thank you to @halfpintpeach for helping me bring this chaos together <3

#My brain came up with this this morning and I just had to share it with the class #these three need protection and Michael is here for it #you cant get it out of my head Tilda gave Andrew and Aaron middle names corresponding to the dudes she thought could have been their dad #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #twinyards #all for the game #all for the game headcannon #alternate universe

[my-own-walker]

Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

15.

*TW for this chapter: Proceed with caution if SA-themes trigger you. If things don't seem right at a party, find a friend! Get out of the situation. And make sure you cover your drink!*

KYLE'S POV

I got to Kappa Alpha around 10 p.m. I got coerced into going by Lance, one of my brothers, while eating a late-night snack in the house's kitchen. In the dim light of the room, he begged me to come with him between gulps of milk (drank straight from the carton, mind you) as I ate an apple.

Submitting to his will, I threw on some jeans, and a pair of sneakers, and left to begin yet another weekend of drinking. That was about all I knew how to do anymore.

The KA house was already almost at capacity when we got there. I wasn't sure of the details of the party, just that there was one, and that it was at KA. I followed Lance blindly, and there I was. Some people were dressed way too nicely for a regular function, which led me to believe that this may have been the afterparty for a formal.

I slithered through the droves of people, saying hi to people I recognized as I went. I wanted to get to the drinks, and I wanted to get to the drinks fast. 

Then, there she was, leaning against the wall in the living room, wearing a pretty dress. She spoke closely with a decently tall guy. I tried to make out who it was without staring too hard. I decided to temporarily pause my quest for a drink and have a little stakeout. Seeing her there, so happy, made my chest hurt.

I spotted a place on a couch against the opposite wall and set my sights on it. I settled there for the moment, finding myself in a front-row seat to a scene I didn't want to see. Julian Garcia chatting Hannah up. 

I knew of Julian, but not much at all. I knew he was KA. I knew he was a senior. But that was about where my knowledge stopped.

He bent down dramatically to speak to her, in my opinion,  trying to appear taller than he truly was. I thought I might hurl. Although, he was more her type. I could see it instantly. The glimmer in her eyes as she took him in hurt to look at. She was different. He was, too.

My breath hitched as I watched him touch her, both of his hands holding onto her shoulders. Then, he spun her around and began guiding her through the sea of people toward the wall the couch I was sitting on was on. I shrunk down in the seat, still keeping an eye on the two. Julian produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the door in front of them. I felt sick seeing him pull her in and shut the door behind them.

It hurt to watch her enjoy someone so much. I wondered if she enjoyed her time with me that much. I felt homesick for arms that didn't want to hold me anymore.

Deciding I couldn't take it anymore, I stood quickly and walked with determination to the kitchen.

The dining room table had become a makeshift pong table. The counters were littered with bottles of beer and liquor. I spotted Lily Davies in the corner, watching the pong game. I made a beeline for the beer, grabbing one, twisting the bottle open swiftly, and knocking it back.

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"Kyle?" a panicked voice asked from behind me. "Kyle!"

I turned around in the wrong direction at first, so I backtracked, finally seeing Lily standing behind me in the basement. Her face was contorted with worry. "Hey, uh, Lily." I migrated to the basement to get away from the possibility of seeing Hannah and Julian flirting. Seeing Lily Davies took me aback, though. Hearing her address me shook me even more.

She's here to yell at me, I thought. She's here to tell me off for what I did. I don't blame her. She should just hit me. I'm such a-

"Is Hannah with you?" she yell-asked sternly over the loud music.

I looked around, dumbfounded. "N-no?" I answered, utterly confused as to why she'd be asking.

"Fuck, okay," she groaned. "I don't know why I even asked you." The way she spat the word "you" hit me like a knife to the heart. It only confirmed that Hannah hated me.

"Why? What's going on?" I asked, concerned.

"I can't fucking find her," she shouted, looking down at her phone.

"Have you tried texting her?" I suggested, trying my best to help and maybe right a wrong.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "A world of good that would do, huh?" she snarked, producing a second phone, Hannah's phone, from the front of her dress. "She gave it to me when we got here."

"I- I can help you look, or-"

"Something just feels wrong. I don't know. Something feels wrong," Lily rambled. "No one can tell me where she is, like, no one's seen her."

"I've seen her," I asserted, my eyes growing wide. "She went into Julian Garcia's room last I saw."

"Oh my god!" she yelled, exasperated. "Lead with that, Spencer!" She turned on her heel and stormed toward the stairs. I followed her, because she was right, something felt wrong. Her short-statured form led the way, parting the crowd as she stomped into the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the room and then turned around to face me. 

"What?" I asked.

"Fucking following me, Kyle?" she spat.

"I- listen I'm sorry, but if you feel like something's wrong then I feel like something's wrong, I- I-"

"You never told me which room is Julian's. Is he upstairs?"

"N-no his door is right over there," I replied, pointing in the direction of the room I had just seen Hannah disappear into under an hour ago. Lily spun around again and walked quickly toward the door. Once again, I followed. 

She tried the knob to no avail. She shook it a few times before giving up. "I can't fucking get it open!" she yelled. Her fist made forceful contact with the door multiple times. 

"Let me try," I said, calmly, gently guiding her out of my way with the back of my hand. I grabbed the doorknob and attempted to turn it. It didn't budge. I beat my palm on the door a few times before resting my ear against it, trying to hear what was going on inside.

It was silent at first. Then I heard a female voice whimper. They're fucking, I thought, rolling my eyes. The thought was cut short, though, by a male's harsh voice. "Shut the fuck up!" he hissed. My stomach dropped. Shit. Shit. 

"Lily, move back," I warned through gritted teeth, as calmly as I could. "In fact, get the people around this door to move the fuck back."

Lily stumbled backward with a horrified look on her face and began pushing people away from me. I stepped back and took a deep breath, steeling myself, trying to remember what I had learned on the internet. Right next to the knob. Next to the knob. You got it. Go.

I planted my left foot and kicked the door with my right, right next to the doorknob. It flew open flimsily.

The scene inside stole my breath and made my head buzz with rage. Julian was on top of Hannah, his hand planted firmly over her mouth. She was clothed, but probably wouldn't have been for long. Julian's head snapped up, a sinister expression on his face.

"Get the fuck off of her," I screamed, charging the bed. Julian flipped off of her and scrambled to stand in the middle of the room, his hands up in the air.

"Hey, man, I don't walk in on you when you're trying to fuck," he contended. 

I glanced over at Hannah and saw her, eyes closed, moving sluggishly with a pained expression on her face. She tried to flutter her eyelids open, but she couldn't physically keep them that way for long.

"There's something wrong with her. What did you do to her?" I shouted, seeing red. He didn't reply. I started toward him. "What the fuck did you do to her?!"

"She's just too drunk, man," Julian tried, a disgusting smirk on his lips.

"Don't fucking lie!" I yelled, getting in his face. I lowered my voice and through gritted teeth spoke again. "If you tell me what you gave her, I won't call the fucking cops."

He laughed sickly. "Just a roofie, dude," he answered, nonchalantly. "It's no big deal."

Blinding, white-hot rage shut my brain off. It only came back when my fist made contact with Julian's cheek. He stumbled backward and held his cheek. I rushed over to Hannah, who was still slowly writhing in his bed and scooped her up bridal style.

"Fuck, oh my god, fuck," Lily repeated, panicking, as she followed me, carrying Hannah, out of the house. "Kyle, oh my god, is she okay?"

"I don't know yet," I muttered, not seeing anything beyond Hannah, the ground in front of me, and the empty sidewalk just a few yards away from the house. Away from the chaos. I knelt down as soon as I got there, cradling Hannah gently.

"Hannah!" Lily cried out, rushing to kneel in front of me. She touched Hannah's face and got no response. "Oh god." She began to cry. 

"Lily, can you call a ride or something? She got roofied."

"Did he hurt her? Did he touch her? Oh my god," she sobbed, rubbing Hannah's face softly.

"I don't think so, Lily, but we need to get her someplace safe," I insisted. 

"Right," she sniffled, "right, I'll...fuck, I'll call Leon, I don't know." She typed searched for his contact in her phone with shaking hands and pressed the button to call him. She reached him within a few rings and walked a few steps away to talk.

I looked down at Hannah and wanted to cry. She had no idea how badly I wanted to hold her like this again, and for it to be in this context shattered my heart into a million pieces. I brushed a piece of hair out of her face. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're okay," I cooed, speaking through the lump in my throat. "I've got you. You're safe."

"Kyle," she mumbled, before closing her eyes again and slumping, her head falling to the side. It felt like all of the air in my lungs got stolen all at once. That single word meant more than she would ever know.

"Leon's on his way," Lily breathed, kneeling back down in front of Hannah. "It's okay Han. We got you, baby girl. We're gonna get you home."

The world closed in on me. I looked down at her face and saw nothing but her. Felt nothing but her. In the middle of the chaos, there was Hannah. I needed to be calm for her. I needed to help her. And that was all that mattered.

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[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

A Poet Could Not But Be Gay — part 3

Part 2, Part 1

Pairing: college!au Ellie Williams x f!reader

summary: You get ready for your study date with Ellie and you show her your favourite spot in the library.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: mutual pining, reader has no some rizz, anxiety, insecurity, English class, pet names, kissing

a/n: M (minors and men) DNI, please! I'm so sorry I've been gone for like a month but there was a little bit of shit in my life. Anyway, I've got a job now so that's fun and it gets me more motivated so expect more!

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You were blushing like crazy. Ellie had called you pretty and you had unbashedly grinned back at her, not saying anything, just grinning and stumbling forward (almost bumping into a few people). It wasn't until she turned around to look where she was going that you turned your head to do the same. Your smile never faltered.

You practically ran to your and Taylor's lunch table to tell her everything that had happened in the last hour. Once you got to the dining hall, you saw that she hadn't gotten there yet. You decided to sit and take out your phone, not really paying attention to what was on it, choosing to day dream about tomorrow with Ellie.

Maybe she'll sit next to me instead of in front and she could hold my hand while we study and I'd move closer and the when we're getting tired I'll lean on her shoulder and she'll lean on my head! You were getting excited to see her again, fantasizing about everything that could happen. And maybe she'll tilt my head up and kiss me so good — I bet she's a great kisser — and then she would grab my hips and make me sit in her lap and her hand would—

"Hey girl!" your friend pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Hey!" you took a second to compose yourself as she sat down, "Dude I have so much to tell you!"

You started telling her about your first conversation of the day when she interupted you, "Wait, wait, when did you two become so friendly? I thought you had trouble even talking to her."

"Holy shit, I totally forgot! I was stalking her yesterday and then I liked her post so while I was freaking the fuck out she texted me!" You watched as Taylor's jaw dropped and you laughed as you happily gave her details.

When your classes ended, you found Taylor again and headed toward your car. You both got inside and your heart stopped as you gasped audibly. Before she had a chance to ask you what was wrong you whisper-screamed, "Taylor, thats her! Walking out the door. She's on her phone. Taylor she's so pretty please tell me you see her."

Without taking your eyes off of Ellie, you heard Taylor give a hearty laugh and say, "Fuck, I thought your were dying!" there was a pause, "She is cute though. If I was gay and single I'd totally be jealous." another pause, "Text her right now. I wanna see how she reacts." Just then, a short, dark-haired girl sat on the bench next to where Ellie had sat. "Quick before she leaves!"

"Ok, fuck you, gimme a second!" You pulled out your phone, opened the chat and started thinking about what to write.

you:hey! i was just wondering what time i should meet you at the library tomorrow 😊

You both looked up at Ellie, waiting for her to receive your text. Her blank expression turned into a smile she was clearly trying to suppress. You felt butterflies in your stomach at her reaction and looked down to see she had opened the chat too. When you looked back up, you saw her nudge the girl next to her and show her the screen. Her friend grinned and started talking to her, shoving her shoulder in a playful manner.

You couldn't contain the excitement from both their reactions and started giggling. Taylor looked at you and pushed your arm, similarly to how Ellie's friend had done. "That's a better reaction than I was hoping for, holy fuck! How do you feel?!"

"Like I'm on top of the fucking world." you replied through giggles.

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You and your best friend went back to your apartement after you begged her to stay the night. You couldn't be alone with all the excitement, anticipation, and anxiety fighting in your belly. The night went by pretty slowly and once you started pacing, not listening to a single word Taylor was saying, she suggested you get your outfit ready for tomorrow. You agreed knowing that would calm you for at least a few minutes. You checked the weather for tomorrow and saw that it was supposed to be sunny and hot with almost no wind.

You were thus inspired and, always finding excuses to wear a skirt, picked out a pastel pink one you knew was flowy. You then dug through your drawer trying to find a tank top to go with it. Taylor watched as you pulled out a plain white tank top and grimaced.

"I like the idea," she started, "but it's too simple." She then started rummaging through the same drawer from which you'd fished your top. You saw her hold up a tank top you had never had the confidence to wear and you started shaking you head.

"Absolutely not." you said.

"C'mon! You'd look so hot in this one! Plus you wouldn't look like you tried 'cause it's still simple enough." she replied, grinning hopefully.

After some consideration, you let out a big sigh and whined, "Fineee! But if she laughs at me it's your fault."

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The next morning, you were awake before your alarm. You tossed and turned, still fantasizing about how today would go. As soon as your alarm rang, you were up, jumping over Taylor to start getting ready. You ate, brushed your teeth, and packed your bag. You decided hair and makeup should be done after getting dressed, given that the tight top would likely ruin whatever you did to your face. You stared at the clothes you'd layed out yesterday.

"You're gonna look great! C'mon put it on, I wanna see it!" Taylor spoke, noticing your hesitance.

You put on the tank and skirt and looked at yourself in your floor-length mirror, taken aback by how much you liked what you saw.

You heard whistling from your friend and spun around with a shy smile on your face. Things are gonna go great today!

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The morning went by more quickly than you had anticipated and soon enough, you were on your way to the library. Ellie had told you to meet her there at 1 so, at 12:45, you were already walking across campus. You had been waiting for a few minutes on a bench in front of the library when you heard Ellie call your name from behind you.

You got up to greet her but your breath caught in your throat. Her freckles were so evident in the sunlight that you could have melted right there. Being entranced by the beauty in her face, you almost missed the way her eyes looked you up and down not once, but twice. Thank you, Taylor, you thought. She seemed to compose herself and asked, "You gonna show me your special spot?"

Your eyes went wide and you blurted out, "What?!"

She chuckled and walked closer toward you, "You said you knew a place in the library."

"Oh," you sighed, slightly embarassed at what you thought she'd meant, "right, yeah it's inside." you looked up at her; you seemed to have no intention of moving.

"I figured," she laughed through her nose. She took your left hand in her right one and spun you so you were facing the building, "Lead the way."

You started walking, your hand stil in yours, and made your way into the air-conditioned library, past the long rows of books and into a narrow corridor. You looked back at Ellie when you reached a door and opened it, "Nobody knows about this room 'cause you're technically not allowed in here but I spent so much time in the library last semester that the librarian asked if I wanted to have my own room to study in. So now it's kinda mine!" you grinned up at her.

She looked around the room, noticing a whiteboard and a tv.

Reluctantly, you slipped your hand out of hers to take off your backpack. As soon as you did so, Ellie turned to look down at her hand with a slight frown.

"You weren't kidding about other people. Bet we don't even need to stay quiet in here." she said, closing the door.

"Nope!" You smiled, taking out your textbbooks and laptop, "One time, exams were really killing me so I screamed and apparently no one heard anything."

This made Ellie smirk at you. "Good to know," she said, sitting down in front of you. Damn, you thought.

As you opened your computer, you both received a ding from an incoming email. Reading it, you saw that it was your poetry prof sending you yet another assignment she had forgotten to mention. You groaned and threw your head back, not seeing how Ellie's pupils dilated at the sight. When you straightened your head, you saw her gulp and quickly smile before she said, "Perfect timing!" refering to the email you'd both just gotten.

"Oh absolutely" you laughed, moving to read the instructions. All the document said was, "Write a poem on something you admire/love in nature." You stared at your screen for a bit and then looked at Ellie whose eyes were glued to her own screen, her eyebrows brought together, and her lips were a little pursed. She was clearly deep in thought. The longer you looked at her, the more adorable her expression became to you. Her gaze eventually made its way to you and her face softened into a lazy smile.

"Still haven't learned, huh?" You shot her a confused look. "It's rude to stare, y/n."

You giggled, recalling your first interaction with Ellie. You looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before you spoke, "When I stare at a flower, I don't do it to be rude, Ellie."

She looked taken aback at your comment, unsure of how you meant it. Before long, she said, "I guess you know what your poem is gonna be about then, huh? Flowers."

You smiled softly, shaking your head. "No," you told her, "just one flower."

She laughed an breath through her nose once more, "Cute."

You spent the next hour working on your seperate poems, occasionally sparing a glance at Ellie who stuck her tongue out in concentration. You compared her to the most beautiful flower in your poem, describing her strong hands as the firm stem that holds the flower high. Her freckles were dots of pigment on a pinkish petal, the pistil the colour of her copper hair. If you focused, you could see the petals had veins as green as her eyes.

"How's your poem going?" Ellie's raspy voice asked.

"I'm pretty much done," you replied, "just need to reread it I think."

"Can I read it?"

"Uh, sure, if you want to." You started turning your computer around but she stood up and sat in the chair next to you, dragging it closer to you than she needed to. You watched her face as she read your ode to her. You didn't know if you'd imagined it, but you coud have sworn you saw her blush and try to fight down a smile.

Once she had finished reading it she turned to you. You must have leaned in subconsciously while watching her because your noses were only a few centimetres apart. You could feel her breath on your lips and you had no doubt she could feel yours. She looked up into your eyes and let out a shaky breath, "How do you feel about this flower?" she whispered.

Blood rushed to your ears and you heard a low thrumming. You could feel your face growing hotter and your heartbeat increading. There were no words for how nervous you were at this moment but you knew you had to answer.

You reached your shaking hand out to stroke hers, "I like her a lot and —," you hesitated, "and I feel like I'd be lucky to have her." you whispered back.

Ellie raised her free hand to your jaw, looking down at your lips and smiling slightly as she looked back up to your eyes. She started leaning into you slowly as though she thought she'd frighten you with any sudden move. But you wanted her as bad as she seemed to want you.

You closed the gap between your lips seeming to stun Ellie, judging by her lack of movement. When she felt your hand trail up to her cheek, she seemed to snap out of it and started moving her soft, warm lips against yours. The kiss was soft but also sloppy. It was like you'd both been parched for years and this kiss was your first real drink of water.

You only parted to catch your breaths, lips almost touching, and you let out a breathless laugh, thinking you would stop there given the setting you were in. But Ellie wasn't done with you yet.

She snapped her other hand up to the other side of your face, tilting your head so your lips could meet again. This kiss was just as soft, but more urgent. You could feel your lips swelling after minutes of her kisses and, before long, she was biting your bottom lip. You gasped at the sting and she took this opportunity to slip her tongue in your mouth. There was no battle for dominance. There was only her and what she guided you to do. You felt her everywhere, even where she wasn't touching you.

When she pulled your hair, you were done for. Your lips parted and you whined at the loss. Fortunately for you, she was happy to kiss you elsewhere.

She left featherlight kisses all over your jaw and trailed down to your collarbone. All this left you breathless until you felt her sucking at your skin.

"Ellie..." you started softly, unsure of what you'd say next.

She pulled off of you to look into your eyes, pupils blown, "What's wrong, angel?" she asked, stroking your cheek with the hand not currently in your hair. You just breathed deeply in response, mouth open as if you were going to say something but not knowing what. Ellie knew you were already in too deep to make any real thoughts. She let her hand fall to the spot she'd been sucking. "Can I leave a mark right here?" she asked, her eyes never leaving yours.

"People'll see it." you almost whined.

"Do you not want them to see?" she pushed.

You hesitated before answering, "I dunno."

"Tell you what," she said, moving the strap of your tank top to the side, "I can leave a mark here. That way you can hide it and keep it just for your pretty self."

You were nodding before she'd even finished her sentence and her head dipped down before you were done nodding. You gasped as soon as her lips connected to your neck, losing yourself in the feeling of her soft lips and warm tongue.

Lost in the simple pleasure she was giving you, you tangled your fingers into her short auburn hair, accidentally pulling her off you. She managed to give a few more licks to your neck before letting go of your hair and kissing your lips softly softly, barely even touching you. She pulled the strap of your top back in place and smoothed out your hair. Despite her efforts you could feel the tangles in the back of your head but she seemed pleased enough.

"Pretty as a picture." she said with a soft smile as she leaned back in her chair.

You smiled back at her, "If I'd known this is where a poem would get me, I would've done it on day one." you laughed breathlessly.

"Well," she said with a mischievous tone, dragging your chair as closely to hers as possible, "we've got a little bit of time to make up for, huh?"

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a/n: Hello? who even am I rn?? I wanted to write a slowburn but the horniness took over a little bit whoops. it's fine girlies I like where it went and where its going!!!

tag: @lonelyfooryouonly @vyctoriasworld

#tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x f!reader #wlw #lesbian #wlw fluff #college!ellie williams

[baskeigh-ball]

MMM your au is wonderful and lovely and i love it. i have been consumed.

could we get more details about donnies accident? a while back you mentioned that donnies shell is all fucked up cause of a lab accident; what was he doing? was he building a bomb or something??

also how was recovery for him? was splints there? or was this during one of his depressive episodes and feeds into donnies resentment of him?

donnies always been my favourite so of course im gonna ask about him lol

Welcome to the all-consuming void of rottmnt brainrot my friend, as a welcoming gift S present a long-winded explanation of MM! Donnie's shell trauma under the cut <3

You're not too far off by guessing it was a bomb, lol. I haven't decided exactly what he was working on, but I know it was some kind of highly volatile weapon prototype that backfired at the worst possible moment when he was distracted and didn't have any protective gear on. This was back before he felt the need to wear a battle shell at home, unfortunately, which made the injury much, much worse.

This happened back when he was between 11-13, so Splinter was somewhat present to help with taking care of him, but the main caretaker role went to Leo as the resident medic. Splinter's help was not appreciated by Donnie, to say the least, considering this wasn't long after the incident and left Donnie wondering, "Why now? Why couldn't he be there for Leo and Mikey like he's doing for me, of all people. Does he think I'm too weak to handle this?"

So yeah, Splinter tried but in the end Leo and Mikey took over Donnie's recovery process to avoid any unneeded tension/arguments. And like I said in the original post, after that, Donnie never went without protection for his shell and became very reluctant to build any kind of weapon that does large-scale damage like explosives, lasers, etc.

This didn't stop him from building other awesome tech like the turtle tank or all kinds of defensive measures for himself and the lair, and he still likes building smaller scale weaponry like guns or multi-tools. Kinda ironic in his brothers' opinions that he refuses to make a flash grenade while also not hesitating to build a mini-turret for the lair entrance to gun down trespassers, but whatever makes him happy ig

#sucks that he's not as unhinged when making inventions #but he gets to channel his inner mad scientist through other means #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #mutant manhunt au #asks open

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 8: Sky, Time x Reader(Fem) - Masochist vs. Sadist

Summary: Sky convinced you to take the BDSM test (the full test). Ugh, the amount of soul searching and honesty you had to have with yourself for it was making you question your sanity, but it also had a specific beast inside you start to claw at its dark cage. Maybe the results wouldn't reveal too much of what you keep hidden in the depths of your pleasure's nature. Maybe it wouldn't show how deranged you already thought you were...

Masochist = 100% "Obviously..." Brat = 90% "Ha, yes..." Sadist = 89% "...FUCK!!"

Content Warning: BDSM (the name says it), flogs and whips used. Mention of Time x Sky/Warriors x Time, but no details.

Word count: 2,713

* This is inspired by the wonderful @st0rmyskies and her Townhouse AU- Let Me Take Care of You. If you haven't read any of her writings and you are a Linkcrest fan or just a LU-boys Smut fan, you are missing out!!

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This was not what you had in mind when you and Sky took that crazy idea of a test. You knew enough of each other for some of it to be obvious, but he had that mischievous glint in his eyes when he read over your BDSM test results.

Both of you were 100% Masochist (the obvious). It was the third category that had Sky's attention: Sadist sat at 89%... Fuck … That was an unexplored side of you that you didn't really want to use on Sky or just didn't know how to without hurting him. Though a form of pain was the idea behind being a Sadist. The idea of causing a pleasurable pain already had you excited, but you kept a stone face while talking about it. This was serious and could go wrong if not careful. You needed help. Who better to ask for advice than the Sadist King himself?

…Time…

You already knew he could inflict pain properly to get you begging, he had done it before. He had you under his thumb and cuming without even being touched. You blushed as you showed him the screenshot on your phone of the test results, tucking your chin down to your chest. Sky was biting his bottom lip as you two waited on his office's sofa.

"I have to admit, I'm a little surprised by this. Who knew you enjoyed such a thing when you receive it so beautifully. Why show me this?" Time asked, handing the phone back. You knew that he knew the answer to his own question before he asked it.

Looking at Sky, you said, " We want to explore this more, but I don't know where to start and I don't think I can do it on my own." All you got was a curious, non judgmental stare. "I know there isn't such a thing as a Submissive Sadist, but-"

Time cut you off, "You don't think you can go through with it unless told to do so, even if you are enjoying this end of it." There was no question behind it.

You met his eye. "Yes."

"How interesting." Time twirled a pen between his fingers as he thought. "Sky, are you sure you want to do this?" You didn’t know why Time was actually asking. It wasn’t like Sky hadn’t been on the receiving end of this with Time, but he was a man that took consent very seriously.

"Yes." Sky already sounded like he was breathless and it made your confidence rise.

Standing up slowly, Time made his way to in front of you and crouched down, making himself eye level. He let out a soft almost purring sigh before he used the pen that was still in hand to direct your gaze at him, just like he would behind his office’s closed door, asking in that smooth baritone voice, "Do you want me to be your Dom through this?"

Goddesses… you could melt with that look and his voice. Oh, right, he asked a question. You cleared your throat, "Please."

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" Please please please- " It was a rarely empty house as Sky begged you to do it again. He was naked, tied face down, laid over the edge of the king sized bed, limbs spread out, a pillow under his hips so his rear was a clear target. Any other encounter Time would be telling Sky to stay quiet, but he allowed it for you this time.

Time instructed you to put on the new lingerie he bought you the day you went to him about this kind of play. Black sheer lace bodysuit that fit like a very high waisted, thong swimsuit left nothing to imagination as you walked out from his bathroom. Thin garter belt clipped onto matching lace that curved under your cheeks to make your ass stand out more. He walked behind you and pulled your hair up into a messy bun, leaving a few strands down in front of your ears before placing the lace and leather collar around your neck with a gentle hand. It was comforting around your throat.

“The darker outfit will help you fit into the role better versus you wearing nothing or a brighter color. Colors can change your mentality or mood. You needing to be pushed a little called for black or a darker red: Blood Red, Black Heart, Mahogany. Your hair off of your shoulders and neck has you more exposed, making you feel the need to take control of the situation.” Time spoke this on the back of your neck, causing the hairs there to stand on end.

"And my ass hanging out?" The brat in you pushed back.

Both of his hands cupped your cheeks, caressing them firmly while he mouthed your neck for a quick moment. "Mmm... That is for me to know and you to find out soon."

He also gave you and Sky some space to look through the collection of tools that could be used while he prepped the ropes on the bed. Sky knew what he liked, but gave you the chance to feel the materials and handles with the idea of using them on somebody that wasn’t yourself. You leisurely ran the long, bright red, soft leather whip called a soft coil Dragon Tail across your palm, enjoying the texture. You kept it out as your choice as Sky pulled out the same Poi Flogger that Time once used on you, as his choice.

When you two stood back up, Time pulled out a Bull style whip from the same chest of toys. Your mind raced with thoughts of what he could be using that for.

Punishment … it was for corrections and punishment towards you. He used it as his way of controlling your movements, footing, strokes, timing and power behind the strokes. If you hesitated too long, or missed your target, the whip would wrap around your torso with a thunderous crack, popping you wherever the tip landed. Typically that was on the ass. If it was a gentle correction or reminder to check in with Sky, the whip would circle your torso then fall. Though this was corrections and easy teaching orders, he was playing with your masochist side to make you comfortable.

After a good warm up and short session with the Dragon Tail being used along Sky’s rear, thighs and back, Time ordered you to give Sky a break and to check on him. Doing as you were told (and because you wanted to) you knelt by Sky, turning his head towards you, giving a sweet kiss and soothed the long triangle shaped welts that covered him. “How are you holding up?”

With a hum, Sky answered, “Wonderfully. Don’t hold back too much, okay?”

“Okay. Do you want to continue or take another minute or two?”

Sky wiggled around, feeling how his body was handling things. “Continue, please.”

Switching from the previous choice, your choice, for Sky’s flogger, Time pressed his bare chest into your back. He whispered in your ear as a hand traced your body. “Keep the same stance, but closer to him. Start off slow and casual until I tell you otherwise.” You missed his presence against you, but did as you were told.

The flogger had no handle outside of the two openings to slide your index and middle finger into. The multiple tails went into your nondominant hand, raised to chin level so it could come down at a good angle and the tails not get tangled up. You aimed with your dominant hand, pulling the tails through the other, swiveling your hips to follow through with the strike.

"Again."

Thwap

"Again."

Thwap

"Harder."

Thwap!

"Figure eight."

The stutter step to remember what Time taught you had his whip uncoiling to the ground. You didn't need to be told twice as you began swinging the tool in a figure eight motion, hitting one or the other of Sky's ass cheeks every two seconds.

Sky seemed to be enjoying it as the leather skimmed over his reddened skin, sticking his rear out some for you. A tentative "More" left his lips, ears burning red. They were probably red because he knew what asking meant for you…

Time's whip caught you around the hips, tip hitting your exposed thigh with a loud crack. You and Sky sucked in a breath at the same time for different reasons. "You should know what he wants by now from his body language." Time's voice wasn't holding disappointment, but you still acted like it did. "Go faster this time, don't leave too much of a gap between strikes."

"Why not use two then?" You asked. Questions were encouraged while learning.

"The florentine is easy and you are more than capable of doing it, but you are about to do this with much harder strikes and I would rather you didn't hit yourself with them. Something you'll probably do if you use two of them at once."

You gave a nod and looked at Sky's body language. The gap between the strikes was too long and he was a bit rigid while waiting. You laid the tails on the bed so they were in view before sliding it along his arm, shoulder, down his back and over his rear. Removing your fingers from the holes provided, you carouselled the leather up and down his full backside, helping to restimulate his skin before the session continued.

You went back to the figure eight movement, keeping your rhythm steady for a short time. When you picked up the speed, Sky happily moaned for you. But speed didn’t equal energy deposit. Time stood a little ways behind you, directing your movements with his words. “Continue the same general movement, but raise your hand high so the strike comes down at a more drastic angle and force. It will also give you more of a break so you don’t wear out easily. At some point you won’t have to use that kind of height to get a power strike in, but not until you have the arm endurance.”

The flogger went up into the air before sweeping downwards with more force than you had used so far. Sky arched his back in a way you hadn’t seen yet, a choked moan caught in his throat. His body language begged for it and you didn’t want to disappoint. Strike after strike you watched as Sky’s body reacted positively, noting any changes to discomfort. There were none.

Something started to coil tighter inside you. You didn't want to let it out yet because you didn't know if it would change you. Clearly Time saw it as he grabbed the riding crop, keeping his eyes on you. “You are no longer the prey in this game.” He whispered for only you to hear, crop gliding up your inner thighs to tease you. “You are now the predator.”

The crop tapped almost threateningly on the underside of your cheeks. You wanted to spread your legs for your own pleasure, but kept focus on Sky. “You need to let go of the fear and let your instincts tell you what to do.”

“He is under your control, but you have to take that control first.”

Tap.

“You hide this desire in the shadows of yourself.”

Tap.

“This wanting feeling to cause pain doesn’t make you a monster.”

Tap!

“You need to let the hunt for pleasure happen.”

Tap!!

“Let it out.”

TAP!

“Let go…”

SMACK!!

SNAP… The dam broke. The Sadist Beast inside you was relinquished from the confines you held it in. Your movements were coming effortlessly, mind not having to think about it as how and where the flogger was landing on Sky. Some strikes were with more of the tails while some were just the tips, as if you knew the pleasurable pain was different. But you did know that. You knew because Time had already taught you. He taught you from the other side of this. The look in his eye when you showed him the screenshot wasn’t a curious surprise, but a look that said he knew that you were a sadist in the making.

The tool in your hand was now just an extension of your arm. You were doing three point florentines, three points with an upwards strike to the under part of Sky’s rear, single swings down like a whip, overhead spins before using the momentum to sideswipe left or right. The presentation was showy and all you could do was wear that toothy smile that was plastered to your face.

“Please please please -!” Sky was becoming more vocal and needy, a sign of he was nearing his end.

Your ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton as you listened to your blood rushing. Your breathing had heavy exhales, sharp intakes. There was a slight fog over your mind, making everything a blur outside of Sky and what you held in your hand. Those marks… the marks that continued to appear gave you such pleasure. You wanted more, needed more and you nearly lost yourself to that drive.

What stopped you was Sky. His body gave the first flinch and that was enough for you to know he was done, the session was over.

You had forgotten that Time was behind you until his voice startled you. "Go, he needs you.” He gently removed the flogger from your trembling hand, using his free hand to move you forward and to make sure you were steady on your feet.

You made sure Sky knew you were there before placing a hand on his. “Are you ready to be untied?” A sleepy hum with a smile was the only response. With his limbs free and with some help from Time, Sky was laid on his side in the bed. Cool to the touch towels were pressed into swollen, red and bruised skin. More hums of appreciation were given as the two of you took care of Sky's aftercare.

“Was it too much?” You asked him, pushing his bangs from his eyes.

“M’perfect. You did perfect. Thank you.” He was asleep before the final word was fully spoken. You shook your head at the sleepy head.

“Are you okay?” Time’s eye seemed calculated as he checked over you, placing a hand on your low back.

You swallowed thickly, “Yeah, I think so?”

A deep chuckle as if he didn’t believe you came from his chest. “It wasn’t enough, was it?” You didn’t need to answer, he knew. “With how much fire you held in your eyes when you finally let go, I’m sure you could have worn out Warriors. Something I would pay big money to see.”

“Could just practice on him next time.”

“No, he wouldn’t last long enough for what you need.” He stopped at the corner of the room where he deposited the used towels. “How would you feel about going to a Sadist workshop or participating in a show?”

You gawked at him because there was no way you could do this in front of or with a stranger. “You have to have a partner with you to do those and you just said no to Warriors.”

“Correct." He paused to look up at you. "But I was talking about you joining me.”

Oh that was worse. The idea of being flogged in public wasn’t on your to do list. Wait… but he wanted you to pract- “You mean that I would do this to you?”

“You don’t have to say yes, it was only a question.”

“I just didn’t take you for the type to go on the receiving end.” You mulled the idea over of seeing Time bare before you, bangs clinging to his forehead and cheeks, head pitched forward then tilted back, silently taking what was given.

“I have been a Masochist for nearly as long as I have been a Sadist. It took having someone that I trusted fully to show me that it was okay to enjoy it.” Malon’s name went unsaid. “Think about it, but for now you look like you need to unwind.” He cupped your blushing cheeks when he got closer, chastely kissing your lips. “Let me finish taking care of you.”

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #Smut-tember #ST23 #sky x reader #time x reader #mintion of LinkxLink #18+ only #bdsmplay

[dreamwritesimagines]

I think there's some untapped potential between Clover and Anthony.

He wants to marry for duty and heirs with no love, and she wants riches and solitude without love.

The only bad thing about it is that Anthony would take forever to die so she wouldn't go there.

but you can't tell me that Anthony wouldn't immediately welcome Teddy into the family

that if her parents ever showed up again, he wouldn't immediately get rid of them

that even if he fell in love or not, Anthony protects his family, no matter what.

I think it would be something Clover would appreciate and these are the thoughts that keep Benedict up at night because Anthony asked her to dance and he SWEARS, he saw her crack a smile at something Anthony said.

He fucking hates this family, Benedict decides, specially his older brother who has just as dry a humor as her and that she would definitely enjoy.

Nah but fr, Anthony and Clover would make such a good friendship, just the most levelheaded in a ton full of dreamers and idealists, Anthony would silently pass her his flask of whisky after yet another man tried to propose, Clover would tell him to ask her to dance when he's being swarmed by ladies and their mothers and Anthony could kiss her if Benedict weren't glaring at him. Teddy gets hurt and insulted by an older Lord for his background and Anthony protects him like he is his own little brother.

ANTHONY AND CLOVER FRIENDSHIP RIGHTS

I AM SCREAMING HERE OMG YES?! 😱😍

I have so much to say about this aaaaaa my love, you're amazing! 😍😍😍 Thank you so so much for this! 😍🥰❤️

Okay so first of all -and I think this is very interesting- Clover and Anthony are, in theory, perfect for each other😂 Anthony believed he would die young (in the books) after his father's death, and just like you said, he wants to marry for duty and heirs with no love, and Clover wants a husband that will die fast and refuses to marry for love, she wants her solitude❤️ They make perfect sense together because they are, in a way, each other's counterparts 😂

(Did I just get inspiration for a Clover/Anthony AU where they fall in love after getting married yes I did but wait, back to our topic)

I think it would be something Clover would appreciate and these are the thoughts that keep Benedict up at night because Anthony asked her to dance and he SWEARS, he saw her crack a smile at something Anthony said. THIS WOULD DEFINITELY HAPPEN! 😱❤️

I think Benedict is incredibly observant and he would totally see that 😂 Like, he would want to ask Anthony what they talked about during their dance and would manage to control himself, but he would one hundred percent notice even the tiniest details 😂

I agree completely, I think they would make great friends! 😂 Like, at first there'd be some ego clash because they both have some similarities when it comes to that but once they get past that, they would be very close friends! ❤️ Like, they would be dancing just to save each other from unwanted dance partners, and Clover would be like,

"So who is it this time?"

"Hm?"

"What lady was trying so hard to get your attention?"

"Lady Abigail."

"Ah, I was wondering why she has been glaring at me since the beginning of the dance."

"She's glaring at you?"

"No worries, my glare is much more frightening than hers. Are you sure you wish to reject her? It'd do you well to be tormented throughout your marriage with mediocre company and complete arrogance about piano skills."

"Mm, just what I'm looking for in matrimony."

"Such a shame I got in between such wonderful courtship."

"Fate I would say. How about you? Which suitor are we avoiding tonight?"

"Ugh, Lord Brumley."

"And you had the audacity to call my potential dance partner mediocre company?"

"At least Lady Abigail would stop talking while she's playing the piano, Lord Brumley does not even have that."

"My brother doesn't talk while he's painting by the way."

"Don't."

"Just expressing a fact."

"Mm hm, of course you are."

#garden of secrets hc

[chaoscriess]

Hey I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a Billy Loomis x reader fic where reader is a writer and loves writing and reading many genres but the group’s favorites stories that reader writes are horror stories? Maybe Billy requests a few from her (or them if you wanna make it gender neutral) and maybe even reader puts clues together about Billy being connected to the murders based on his specific details or whatnot but reader still loves him bc this is fanfic lol 😂

oh my gosh I love this idea!!! it's so cute, I had so much fun writing this! may not be exactly what you asked for... my mind wandered, sorry!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of death, cussing, billy loomis should be his own warning lmao, gets a little smoochy but no smut

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! lowercase intended, unedited, still on mobile, format might be weird. this is technically a modern au! doesn't exactly go with the scream timeline, but it's okay, we'll ignore it, sid and billy were never together in this! double periods are always intended in my work!

billy loomis x writer!fem!reader

you had been friends with tatum and sidney for years, not being very close to them but still talking to them occasionally. they had known about your love for writing and they supported you. when you met billy, he told you it was stupid, that you'd never get big in the writing community.

you knew he didn't like you very much, you didn't care, but it still hurt.

billy was insanely attractive, you could admit that, but what you'd never admit is that you had feelings for the boy.

after months of knowing him, you started to realize it. soon after you realized, you decided he'd never like you back.

well, actually..

billy loved you. he had been watching you for months and he fell in love with you without even meeting you. when he finally did, he knew he couldn't make it obvious.

sidney told him about your little crush on him and told him to make a move.

so he did.

"y/n! open the window!" you heard shouting through your window and turned to look at it, gasping when you saw billy outside. you quickly moved to your window and opened it. "what the hell are you doing here?!" you stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he only crawled through your window and sat on your bed, next to your open laptop. you noticed he was reading it and quickly moved in front of him, pushing it behind your lap. he frowned and reached for it, only to fail as you grabbed his hands and placed them in his lap. "hey! I was trying to read that." your face turned red at the thought of him reading your work, you couldn't let him read it. he would hate it. he would tell you it's horrible, that you're disgusting.

the piece you were working on was about a girl with a name that was 'coincidentally' very similar to your name. she was being roughly fucked by ghostface, the killer that had been terrorizing your town for the past few days. you couldn't act out your fantasies, so you wrote them out. billy grabbed the laptop and read a few lines before smirking and looking up at your red face. "damn sweetheart, I didn't know you were into this kind of shit". you turned your head but he reached his hand out and turned it towards him. he kissed you. he fucking kissed you. you couldn't believe it. he moved the laptop with your lips still attached and leaned you back on the bed. he bit your lip as he placed his hands on your waist, moving them up and down slowly. he broke away and looked you in the eyes, saying "I fucking love you" before continuing to touch you like he was deprived of sex his whole life.

before you knew it, you two were a couple. you didn't know why or how he loved you, but he did, and that's all that mattered.

every weekend, he would climb through your window to catch up on your latest story, sometimes requesting for you to write some new erotic story about that killer called ghostface. he quickly picked up on your favorite things to write about, and ghostface was the number one. he constantly told you that your ghostface stories were your best.

one night, when he crawled through your window, you noticed he had a fresh cut on his arm. you were concerned, questioning him nonstop for the two hours he was at your house. he told you he got cut jumping over a fence on his way over there, but you didn't buy it.

the next day, you saw him at school. you took his hand in yours, looking at it closely and noticing dried blood under his nails. you dropped his hand and looked at him with a questioning look on your face, and he got up, saying he had to use the bathroom. when he came back, the blood was gone.

a couple of days pass, and more people die. you start to put the pieces together, finally deciding to ask if he was ghostface the next time he came over.

"baby, I need to ask you something.." you paused, waiting for him to look at you or respond. he was looking at his lap, obviously knowing that you knew. "okay um.. well, I've noticed some things... like, over the past few weeks.. about you.. and the killer." he looked up at you, making eye contact before turning away once again. "baby I'm not mad.. I think it's kind of hot" he looked up at you, surprised that you said that. he looked confused, obviously not expecting you to be okay with it. "really? you're not mad?" you smile at him, shaking your head before speaking again. "no, I'm not mad, silly! I mean... some people are dying but.. as long as you don't kill me or anything"

he never did

every night after he killed, he would come over and tell you how it went, giving you ideas for your stories. eventually, you piled them all together and made a book. of course, you changed the names and slightly altered the ways they died, but you always stayed true to the theme.

you never published it, of course. you just let your friends read it and posted it to an online forum. it got pretty popular, getting thousands of likes. you were proud of yourself, proud of billy and stu (but mainly billy)

eventually, you did publish a book

it wasn't about the ghostface murders, but it still got popular fast.

it was heavily influenced by the murders and your relationship with billy

the book was about a girl who was unknowingly in a relationship with a serial killer, but ultimately found out and started killing with him. they would kill their enemies or people who tried to flirt with them, and then they'd go home and act like nothing happened. it brought them closer together, basically fixed their relationship. at the end, they got caught because they stayed at the scene too long. they were shot by the police, dying in each others arms.

you hated it, but billy seemed to love it.

so did your friends. well, the ones that were still alive..

sidney hated you for it, but you didn't care

you had billy, and billy had you. life was perfect.

#billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #billy loomis #scream #billy loomis fic #scream fic #chaos calling! #chaos' army

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

I nEvEr GeT aSk GaMe StUfF

✨🦋🌿🎀💝💥💎💌

Geee, alright already! 🤣🤣🤣

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Okay, first things first, I'm pretty satisfied with how all of my fics have been perceived so far, so I can't really complain. 

That being said: Someone who cares is doing significantly less good than Hic sunt dracones, statistics-wise. It is my own emotional support fic and incredibly close to my heart, so I really am delighted about every positive comment I get about it. 

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Erm, everything? Can I say everything? 🤣

I'm literally a nervous wreck after posting, anxiously hitting F5 and waiting for feedback, mind in a constant loop of self-doubt.

What if my characterization is off?

What if the premise sucks?

What if my readers don't like the direction I'm taking the story? 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! 

🌿how does creating make you feel?

So many things!!! 

For one thing, it scratches the brain itch. I’ve always had to create things, as far back as I remember. When I was a kid, my parents could stick me in a corner with some paper and scissors and crayons and glue and wouldn’t hear from me for hours. 

Even during the 15 years that I didn’t write, I always had to be doing something creative. Knitting, painting, drawing, photographing, you name it. It’s an urge that I need to fulfill and I get crabby if I can’t. 

Seeing the end results makes me feel insanely proud and accomplished. It may not be perfect, but I made that! I sunk my teeth into it and saw it through and made this wonderful thing that I love. 

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

How dare you make me say nice things about myself?! 

Okay … I guess my writing does something to other people that makes them want to create their own stuff. People have repeatedly told me that reading my fics kickstarted their own imagination into creating stories or art of their own. And every time that happens, I get so incredibly happy because that is like a god-tier compliment right there! That somebody found my writing so engaging that it made their brain spin off on a tangent and they created something out of it! 

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Dragons! Dragons dragons dragons dragoooooons!!!! 

The feedback I am getting for this fic just won’t stop blowing my mind, seriously, and every time I think it’s done, you guys hit me in right in the feels again with your gorgeous comments and rec lists mentions and fucking FANART! I am incredibly happy and humbled and awed that people are loving it so much! 

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

That would be Someone like you, which is a little bonus story to Someone who cares. It's a purely self-indulgent little one-shot featuring married Steddie and a baby. This universe is my emotional support AU and I loved visiting the boys again. 💕

💎why is writing important to you?

Wow, where to start? 

Because it's incredibly fun and allows me to completely immerse myself in the story I'm creating. Because I get to be self-indulgent and spoil myself and make the story exactly like I want it to be. 

And because I have met so many amazing, creative, lovely ppl through it over the past few months, who bring me joy and make me smile every single day.

I honestly don't know how I could ever go without it for so long! 

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Okay, so I'm still firmly stuck on the demon!Eddie brainworm and fully planning on turning it into a chaptered fic. I'm still figuring out a lot of the specifics, but I've already got some nice twists and details planned. There'll be demon besties Eddie and Chrissy, a nice side of Buckingham, lots of smutty goodness, Dustin running a mystery YouTube channel and so much more, it will be glorious! 

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #my writing #fanfic #asks and replies #hic sunt dracones #someone who cares #demon eddie munson

[apollo41writes]

Goodnight prompt 47/∞

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Ship: RK900/Gavin Reed AUs/Tropes: Soulmates AU, Forgot first meeting Prompt: What happens if your soulmate is deaf and can't hear your first words? Do you even have a soulmark?

Extra details: I literally had this idea at 4 in the morning, but I have been wondering for hours about what would happen in a universe where soulmates have soulmarks with the first words you soulmate tells you.

Like, would they have soulmarks of the first words someone sign at them instead? Or would they feel pressured by society to learn at least a few words to say when they meet someone for the first time so that they recognize their soulmates by their soulmates mark alone?

It's one of those interesting concepts that I would very much like to see explored.

Anyway, back to the actual prompt. So, the one detail I wanted for the soulmarks in this AU is that not only you have a soulmark with the first words your soulmates tells you, but the words are kind of like a very old and faded tattoo until you actually hear them, and then they turn vibrant (sometimes even colorful).

I just like the idea that RK900 was activated as soon as Markus does his big speech at the end of the good endings, and tries to destroy the deviants leaders. But despite him being stronger than all of the other, he's overwhelmed just because he's one against multiple androids at the same time.

So, right before they make him a deviant as well, he gets injuries so bad that his hearing processor or whatever doesn't work anymore. And fixing it is kind of hard, like, maybe since he's a prototype that part need to be made specifically for him.

But the newly deviant RK900 doesn't really mind being deaf. He can comunicate with people just fine even without being able to hear them.

Which is also how RK900 doesn't realize when he first meets Gavin. Maybe Connor brings RK900 to work with him one day just so that he can see how working at the precinct looks like because RK900 isn't sure just yet what he wants to do now that he's free to choose.

And Gavin, thinking RK900 is Connor, pushes him when walking by, not even really paying attention or saying anything since he's rushing to go on a call or something.

Here is where I kind of stopped with this idea. Because maybe RK900 mumbles automatically "I'm sorry" or maybe even an insult. And Gavin is too focused on his own shit (or maybe RK900 whispers it too quietly) that he doesn't even actually hear them in an active way.

But once he gets back home and undresses to go into the shower, he sees his soulmark in all kind of shade of blues and grey and OH FUCK, he met his soulmate... And he doesn't even remember who the fuck said the words.

Like I said, this is kind of where I stopped because there are so many options of things that could happen! I haven't even decided if RK900 has words or not, if maybe they appear when he becomes deviant or if they still stay muted even after Gavin says them to him because he knows Gavin said them (he can reads his lips), but he hasn't actually heard them. Or maybe he doesn't have a mark at all and the two of them don't know that they are soulmates but still fall in love with each other, and there is this whole thing with RK900 thinking that sooner or later Gavin will find his soulmate and leave him (so maybe they even have this "friend with benefits" deal at first, or something).

Just, one of those ideas with the potential for lots of angst, drama and pining, which is always my favorite combo, especially if there is a nice happy ending at the end of it.

(Also, the relationship could be just a side of the coin. Maybe RK900 at first works at the precinct because it feels like the obvious decision to make. But he realizes that he's not truly happy and decides to quit and he tries a bunch of different jobs to figure out what he prefers to do. What can I say, I like when characters need to find themselves.)

#goodnight prompts #900reed #reed900 #900gavin #gavin900 #fic prompt #daily prompt #prompt #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh #detroit become human #soulmarks #soulmates #cw deafness #forgot their first meeting #cw injury #feel free to change whatever detail as well #feel free to use this prompt however you want

[thanks-tacos]

alright, I think I read everything you've written in the dcwyb-verse (except for the 'meeting dad' fic which I'm saving to read when it's done)

please allow me to scream some more at you?

you're a story-telling mastermind. all the bits of background that you'd woven into the fic and all the complicated backstories, all the thoughts, all the feelings. like.. how? what is your secret how does your brain come up with so much good stuff that is making me super jealous? :D

I can go on and on about your fic. I've been living breathing sleeping your fic for days and I just wished I could open a door and walk into it and live in it. already thinking about rereading. I'm just crazy about it.

and now that we're past the screaming (sorry) a few things:

John: I LOVE your portrayal of him. he is very very close to canon John and the way Dean sees him is so well-done and so canon. I'm so looking forward to the reunion and how he will see and deal with Cas and all that - but no pressure *cough*

Sam: I loved it when he appeared. I loved it when he came over to talk to Dean. I loved every single time he showed up and everything he did for Dean while dealing with his own trauma. I love how I still can't tell for sure if he killed Alistair or not, how you did it was sooo good. because we know Sam can get very dangerous when Dean is hurt (mystery spot) but also he is a good guy but also he has hurt some rather innocent people for Dean. Dean and I are not sure if he's really done it or not :|

Dean's trauma: when I first started reading I was like... nah no way Dean gets this broken ever. but after like two three chapters I was like OF COURSE OF COURSE HE WOULD. 20 years of abuse and conditioning and a street smart guy like Dean will find a way to survive. of course he would. it is just so well done. the way he takes one step forward and two steps back and then the complete breakdown he has at the diner when he thinks Alistair's back, it was just fantastically written. I'm just in awe

Cas' backstory: the way you built it all together was just awesome. it came together really well. He is just so Cas, eager to do whatever he can but also approaching everything in his own way with occasional fuck-ups, so very very Cas, I love him <33 I was wondering if by any chance you might write a coda with "Cas receives the communication that he's been chosen to take an omega"? no pressure or anything just something I'd really love to read. I have many thoughts about it, I might as well like write them all down and make a meta post for your fic :))))

gosh I think I've rambled on enough. sorry this went on for so longggg! believe it or not I have much more to say but I think I should really stop before you block me :))))

thank you again for this fantastic work and I'm so glad someone rec'ed it on twitter and I opened and started reading without realising how many words it was at first. you're a gem!

sorry?? you're sorry?!?! you made my fucking day 😭 ur crazy to think this wouldn't be one of the absolute best messages I received 💗💗💗 I got more feedback than I could've ever dreamed of but everytime I get a long message like this that actually tells me what you liked in detail i am on cloud fuckin 10. this means so much to me I've been thinking about it all day and it instantly makes me want to sit down and write 💙💗💙💗💙💗

ok now I'm so glad you liked my portrayal of both Sam and John. Sam got a lot of hate so it's awesome to hear you felt empathetic towards him. and John! he's one of my fave characters bc of how complicated he is. I'm so glad I managed to pull off the ambiguity of Sam's involvement in alastairs death. I feel like it's key that it's ambiguous, though ofc I have my own opinion on what happened lol. dude one of the things I'm most happy about is that you felt that both cas and dean were true to their show selves despite the AU and dean being so broken down. I was dead set on writing Dean's experiences and recovery as realistic (minus the time frame maybe lmao it happens so fast) but I'm glad his 'weakness' didn't make him too ooc. writing this fic has been a delight and you're making me wanna reread it bc I forgot a lot already jfjdjd. and sure I'll keep it in mind, the cas pov of getting dean. a friend wanted to read that too so it's been sth I've been thinking about before. and i would totally lose my shit if you made a meta post 🥰 just saying.

thanks again this mssg made me so happy. I'm so fuckin glad you liked the story so much. thanks for taking the time to tell me about it 🫡🙈💞💕💖💗

[gingerwerk]

7 and 20 for the ask :)

7: what are you most proud of?

when it comes to wips in general (because every longform fic of mine is an au) i'm always proud of my world building. i put So much seemingly unnecessary effort into getting the vibe of the setting, making sure very minor historical details are correct, and planning characters personal histories that almost never actually pop up in the main writing, but it is necessary because it makes everything about the fic that much richer

20: post a brief excerpt

“Just leave me the fuck alone,” Walt growled before he got up, lunch tray in hand and dumped the rest of his meal in the trash; he wasn’t in the mood for much of anything, including the cardboard the school claimed to be pizza. 

“Damn, prison’s really changed him,” Walt heard Ray sigh dramatically just before he exited the cafeteria.

He still had half of his lunch period to kill before his next class and it was only a matter of time before some bored admin strolling the halls asked for his hall pass- fuck it, might as well add some school trouble to the ever growing list of infractions- 

“Walt,” a familiar voice called from behind him; when Walt didn’t break his pace he heard the heavy footsteps of someone much larger grow closer and closer until they were in step with him. “Hey.”

“Hey, Brad,” Walt sighed as he glanced up at the much taller man out of the corner of his eye and found him looking just as stoic as ever. “No offense but I’m not really in the mood.”

“I figured,” Brad responded. “Heard about last night.”

Walt didn’t comment but didn’t try to shake Brad off either; the guy usually wasn’t much for chatting so he either had something to say or he’d be done soon enough. It probably wouldn’t be worth the effort and he’d feel like an asshole about it later if he was purposely a dick to him. 

“Gonna give me shit for letting Ray talk me into his bullshit?”

“No. It could have been any other idiot in this backwater town busting into that house last night; just shitty luck that it was you,” Brad said easily before he offered him a half-smile- an insignificant gesture from a regular person but from Brad, Walt knew he was genuinely attempting to offer him some sort sympathy. “So, are they waiting until after school to assemble the firing squad?”

“Sorta. Andy just said we’d talk about it tonight,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders as he slowed to a stop in the middle of the empty hallway. “I heard him talking to Sobel on the phone this morning but it didn’t sound like they were agreeing on anything, so I dunno.”

“Maybe you can ease your sentence by throwing Person under the bus,” Brad suggested, causing Walt to roll his eyes; Brad was so full of shit.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll throw Ray under the same day you do,” Walt countered as he squared his shoulders and met the taller boy’s icey blue eyes.

There was no easy way to explain the how or why but Ray Person had wormed his way under both of their skins years ago; it would take a lot to rid them of that particular pest now after everything that they had been through together. 

“Where’re you going anyway?” Brad asked, changing the subject.

“Wasn’t in the mood for Ray’s theatrics at lunch so I’m killing time. What about you? Skipping study hall?”

“Volunteered to be Ms. Keller’s aid; I had to run to the printers for her,” he responded before he held up the stack of papers Walt hadn’t noticed him holding in his right hand. “But you should get your ass moving. I know Jones is out walking the halls and I’m sure he wouldn’t be opposed to writing you up for wondering without a pass.”

“He’s such a kissass,” Walt huffed before his brain started to file through places he could hide; he could slip into the art room and bother Christeson and Q-tip, even if he was still kinda pissed at them. They at the very least owed him enough to cover for him for the rest of the class period. 

“You have Grogen next right? Just go sit in her class early; Ms. Keller told me she would be in the teacher’s lounge with her if I had any questions about the shit work she gave me, I doubt she’ll be in a rush to go anywhere.”

“Thanks,” Walt nodded before he turned on his heel and headed in the other direction. 

#sweet little anon #the way i already have 35 pages of notes on relationships and backgrounds and plot points for this fucking fic #im a research girlie doing all the weird side quests before writing is so fun to me i will never apologzie for being crazy #matilda verse

[bigskydreaming]

Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids. 

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint? 

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower. 

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes. 

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer. 

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest. 

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

[the-final-sif]

no because im brainrotting so hard on this au <3

does dream ever break down in front of people? or is there ever a full reveal of what happened during + after the prison?

c!Dream has his moments of letting stuff slip. But his truest break down comes in very violent form.

I mentioned before that Dream reveals his hybrid form to everyone so he can fight back after losing his weapon. By this point, the syndicate already knows about him and c!Techno has helped him train to fight with his hybrid form basically for this situation.

What I didn't mention was the person who got him weaponless was c!Quackity (being helped by c!Fundy and c!Hannah). Quackity gets him pinned and believes he's won. He chooses to gloat for a moment. This, was a mistake.

Dream, furious and ready for revenge after everything Quackity did to him, drops his mask and tears into Quackity. It's such a shock to everyone else that nobody can react in time to help Quackity, so that man dies. In the aftermath, Dream snaps into himself and realizes either he gets away now or he's taking a lot more lives. So he bolts outta there, reclaiming his weapon and half running half flying off. Nobody follows him on account of; Uh.... what the fuck??? and also Dude just flew off and the only other person w/flight on the server is on his side.

The Syndicate gets home and expects to meet Dream there, only for 24 hours to pass without him showing up. Techno wants to go look for him, but c!Phil and c!Tubbo think it's better to give him time to cool off. Particularly given that due to limited time in his hybrid form, Dream experiences instincts to a pretty extreme degree when stressed. It takes some debate, but the syndicate agrees to give him 72 hours before doing anything.

c!Ranboo agrees to this and promptly forgets, wonders where Dream is, and then goes to track him down based on nothing but Vibes (Endermen instinct telling him where the dragon is). Dream is... Well he's a mess to say the least. His instincts are telling him to kill just about anything that comes his way. It's freaking him out and when added to having to be near Quackity at all. He just. Breaks a little bit. Ranboo knows the least of what went on in the prison and secondary cell. Just that conditions were bad enough to leave Dream still recovering from the effects more than 2 months after when he got revived. The only person in the Syndicate that knows Quackity tortured Dream was Techno, although Phil suspected something of the sort.

In a bad place, trying to sort himself out, Dream opens up to Ranboo. More specifically, he explains why it took so long to revive him. Why Dream was incapable of writing for so long. He spares some of the gorey details, but he doesn't shy away from how much it hurt. How much it still hurts. The level of nerve damage done. Just how much Quackity took from him. How much Sam took from him. Ranboo listens quietly. Out of shock and respect.

At the end of the story, Ranboo doesn't hug him. But he shuffles up to sit right next to Dream. Looks away so he doesn't see the tears at the corners of Dream's eyes.

"That's fucking rough." It's an understatement. "I'm glad you killed him." After a long pause, Ranboo finally finds something he could do to help. "Do you want me to shoo the others off so you can go hide in your den?"

And that- That sounds really nice. Dream only hesitates a moment.

"Can I take Michael? I just- Quackity was never near him, but. Some part of me-." It's too hard to explain, but Ranboo gets it.

"Yeah, he's missed you a lot. It'll be good for both of you. Just head down and I'll get him from Tubbo."

Plan in place, the two of them head home. Dream feeling a bit of weight off his chest, and Ranboo feeling like he finally got a piece of the puzzle he's been trying to fit back together. It's good. For them.

For Sapnap, who overheard almost everything, it's his entire world crashing down around him.

While Sapnap had sworn off hunting Dream after their encounter, he... Well, he made an exception after hearing that Dream turned into a fucking half-dragon and murdered his fiance. Not that he was planning to hurt Dream, he was just hoping for answers. It only took a minute to dig out the old manhunt compass that he'd sworn to Quackity he lost ages ago (fuck, it makes sense now why Quackity was so pushy about it. why he almost screamed at Sapnap over it. how he'd found Q looking through his stuff and what if he'd found it-). Then he was off, following Dream while ensuring he wasn't being followed himself.

When he'd finally found him, Sapnap was trying to decide how to handle the sight of his former best friend as a? A hybrid? Cursed? Experimented on? Who fucking knew. Before he could make up his mind, Ranboo had shown up, and then the truth came out.

Sapnap got his answers. And he lost one more person. Someone he thought he could trust. Someone who he'd vented his frustrations about Dream to (was that why? was it because of him? if he'd been less hot headed, if he'd been more open and admitted he still loved his brother. would Q have still done it? he didn't know he didn't know he didn't). Someone who he'd loved. Gone once again. Leaving him stranded, unsure of where to go from here. If there even is anywhere to go.

#dreamwastaken #c!dream #c!sapnap #c!ranboo #ender dragon dream #michael beloved #michael_beloved #dsmp #dream smp #my headcanons #convict childcare au #sif speaks #c!quackity

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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