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sergeifyodorov · 7 months

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POLL RESULTS JUST DROPPED!!

My hockeyblr experiences are largely catered to my own personal tastes -- mostly Leafs, a little Penguins and Stars, one or two who post about Stevie Y and Sergei Fedorov. These are obviously not the only teams out there.

This study was designed to survey as much of hockeyblr as it possibly could, gathering data on which teams people like and to what degrees. There were five questions and a free space -- my attempt to ask people to rank the teams they enjoyed in three levels, from religiously followed to casually affectionate, and an additional couple of questions on love for players versus team. I received over 500 responses. Here are the results.

Yeah, yeah, you all want to know: The most popular team is the Penguins, by a long shot, then the Leafs.

Because my sample size (n = 523) is actually fairly small compared to the number of NHL teams there are, I find definitive rankings tend to be difficult. It’s also worth noting that, as a mainly Leafs blog, my numbers are definitely going to be skewed a little in favour of the Leafs.

Your Guys

These are the teams closest to your heart: the ship you go down with, metaphorically or, depending on how married your old men are, literally. For me, I picked just the Leafs.

The average respondent had 1.9 teams in this category. The most popular, by far, was the Pittsburgh Penguins. Below is a table of teams, arranged roughly into tiers by the number of respondents. Each team has the number of respondents in brackets next to their three-letter code.

I allowed people to pick as many teams as they would like; the average person picked 1.9 teams, but here’s a distribution of how many teams they picked:

4 people picked 0 “your guys” teams, and 2 people picked seven, nine, or ten each teams. Just about half of people had one main team.

I then wondered: what teams were people most likely to only follow? That is, if you hold [x] team in the closest part of your heart, are you more or less likely to also hold any other teams? Almost exactly 25% of picks were solo; I wondered if there was any correlation at all.

Only a little bit! Of the samples large enough to actually consider (so: nothing in that cluster at the bottom left, who all received fewer than 10 picks total, and a few of whom -- CGY, CHI, NSH -- received zero solo pickers), the most devoted fans chose the Sharks, the Bruins, and the Leafs. The fans who liked the most other teams chose the Avs, the Kraken, the Canucks, Panthers, Sens, and Ducks.

Probably a next step would be to look for correlations: if people are a fan of one team, are they more likely to be fans of another? THAT BEING SAID that’s a lot of regressions. Maybe keep an eye on that for the future, but I don’t know!!

Objects of Enjoyment, and Generally Nice

These two were successive tiers meant to distinguish teams that people like from the ones in the category above. I admit I probably could have phrased the questions better; I received several comments saying that they’d watch any hockey when they wanted to put a game on. The dynamics between Your Guys versus Objects of Enjoyment versus Generally Nice would best be described as devoted fan of versus casual fan of versus favourable opinion towards.

As I said a few paragraphs back, people picked 1.9 “devoted fan” teams on average. Again on average, they picked 4.7 “casual fan” teams and 6.5 “favourable opinion” teams. Not all ratios are equal, though! Some teams had significantly more casual than devoted fans, and others still were much more liked generally than average.

I gave each team’s “devoted” count an index number of 1 and measured their casual and favourable count as a ratio against the index number. The teams assembled themselves into a few groups.

No Commitment

Arizona and Anaheim have decided to be soulbonded (Excel refuses to let them have different-coloured dots) and it took me three hundred million years to attempt to (and unsuccessfully) fix, so let’s ignore that. These teams all have a fairly high slope of interest -- a range of casual interest at about five times the pace of fervent interest, and good opinion at about ten times fervent interest. The Calgary Flames are an outlier on the entire graph, not just here.

Casual Interest

I gave up on trying to colour teams according to their real colours shortly after the Anaheim/Arizona debacle. Please employ the legend. Nashville is included on all five graphs for reference. These teams all have a casual interest factor of about 3, and a favourable opinion factor of around 5; the same ratio as the casual fans of the teams in the first category to their fervent fans.

Saturated Market

These teams have a much lower ratio of hardcore:casual:favourable fans, at about 1:2:3.

We Get It, Those Are Your Guys

Pittsburgh and Toronto; these teams have an almost equal ratio of all three categories.

...Whatever This Is

Every other category is defined by its ratios; this category is defined by its shape. While all teams have their rate of hardcore fandom set as 1, the other two tend to increase in a roughly linear form, without too much significant difference between the first interval and the second interval.

These teams, though (again, Nashville is for scale) don’t do that: they have a set increase between hardcore and casual, and a significantly smaller increase (or, in a couple cases, a decrease) between casual and favourable. This suggests perhaps some kind of divisiveness; if you’re not already in there, do you really want to get in further? Either that, or it’s something closer to what the Leafs and Penguins have: that is, a devotion. Like you’re in or you’re out.

Taking these values together

Because the casual:hardcore ratios are measured as indexes and not absolute values, they say nothing about the actual popularity of the team in question -- Calgary is one of the least popular, which is why I assume it’s so weirdly high up; small sample sizes lead to higher error values!

But we do have the absolute values, so we can measure them against each other.

If we consider the “In or Out” to be a category of its own while the other four are along more of a continuum, then we can absolutely see a correlation here -- larger fandoms tend to have more involved fanbases.

Players or Teams?

I also asked participants if their guys tended to be players or teams -- and if those they liked at a more casual level tended to be players or teams.

The results are… not particularly surprising.

On a hardcore level, people tended to prefer teams, although the variability was pretty slight. On a casual level, individual players were much more popular.

I also wondered if people who chose more teams in the hardcore fan question tended to do that because they prefer players.

On average, people who picked players on their hardcore level chose 2.1 teams. People who picked teams chose 1.7 teams. That’s definitely a difference!

Fun Shtuff

I got way more write-in responses on the hardcore player/team question than on the casual question, including this:

Three separate people answered “Minnesota Wild” for their guys and chose no other teams on any level. Hell yes. (One person also did this for the Kings.)

It took about 300 responses before the first Flames fan (at the hardcore level.)

On all three levels, the Seattle Kraken are really popular -- they’re in the top five in each.

What's Next?

If I were to update this survey, I would probably include a question about where all of you are from -- some people (like me) follow their hometown team, while some people most certainly don't (shoutout to the one person from Edmonton who dislikes the Oilers) and others still don't have a hometown team (shoutout to my brasilian + european + etc mutuals and everyone else!!)

Feel free to shoot me an ask if you want me to do anything else with this data -- examine a specific team, give actual casual fan/etc counts and total aggregate rankings, anything else!

#mwah #also im going camping this weekend :thumbsup: THE DOCTOR IS OUT OF OFFICE

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lunar-years · 11 months

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hi! love your blog. I was wondering if you have any fic recs? I’m especially looking for royjamiekeely but I’m flexible :) thank you!!

Hi! I have read a lot of the R/J/K tag, and gosh, there is seriously so much incredible stuff in there. It sort of depends on what kind of vibe you're going for, but here are a few* to get you started.

Note: many of these are rated M or E, so please check the actual warnings and ratings and summaries before reading :)

Start with author inlovewithnight and literally just read everything they've ever written, it is all completely brilliant and there is something for all tastes. My personal favorites are the blood in my mouth, I wish it was mine and they threw me a whirlwind and I spat back the sea, but do be aware those are definitely darker/heavier fics and heed the tags!!! (the first has quite bit of noncon [not between RJK] and the second involves physical abuse initiated by James Sr.). For a lighter option I recommend Follow the Hearts and You Can't Go Wrong which is a lovely future R/J/K fic about the end of Jamie's career

from there move along to @valonia47 (Ao3) and @belmottetower (Ao3) and Mixtape Star (Ao3) and also read everything they've written :) I wanted to single out favorites for you but how could I when it's all so very good?

our bodies touch and the angels cry by lennynards: R/J/K that starts out with Roy & Jamie having to stay within 10 feet of each other at all times after both accidentally drinking a weird tea Jane brewed up for Beard. Yes it sounds like a completely ridiculous premise but it is one of my favorite RJK fics ever, 12/10

In Colour series by lyricl: this one feels so very true to canon and it just gets them all so right, I don't know how else to describe it. It's not a complete series though and nobody has actually gotten together as of yet, fyi. They're all far too busy having a lot of complex (& horny) feelings about each other from afar.

This might be a long shot that's not quite what you're looking for but, For Now series by Wild Wren. It's actually mostly a Roy/Keeley series, and I started reading it on a whim because I literally ran out of new things to read in the R/J/K and Jamie tags at one point, lol. Then it ended up being some of my favorite fanfic of all time. It's Roy/Keeley but like, in a not normative and also very kinky way that does a great deep dive into their respective ~issues~. Also Wild Wren had them break up even before the show had them break up, and in a much better and far more detailed way, just saying!! Part 4 is pre-ot3 in the messiest possible way. What a brilliant series, I cannot recommend it enough.

Outgrow the shoes of expectations by @destinationtoast : Brilliant on the ot3 side of it and even better on the character study of each individual within the ot3. Sooo so good. I think about it all the time.

another box with a question mark by irishmizzy: going to be completely honest when I say I don't fully remember this one, but I do know it was very funny and excellent and it is also rated T which makes it different from a lot of the others on my list, so i wanted to include!! It is in my bookmarks and I'm going to be rereading it asap now :)

something that's so close by @ohlafraise : s3 outtake that is very funny and perfect and lovely and also happens to be rated T :) also check out one night upon the shore by the same author. It's Jamie/Keeley, but don't worry Roy's there in spirit. You'll see. That one is very much not T though, lol

by any other name by renecdote: Jamie accidentally wears a Kent jersey instead of his own jersey on the pitch and the internet thinks they're dating (spoiler: they are dating). Who cares if it's not realistic because it's so hilarious and wonderful, amen.

Oh Lord, You've Never Been so in Love by asexual-fandom-queen. I literally just read this one, it's hot off the presses and it is so sexy and tender and also just gets these three so very right. the perfect anecdote to the end of s3.

Anddd of course I have to self promo a little and recommend you Waterfalls (between seasons 1&2 canon divergence), The Full Picture (s3: Jamie attempting to parent-trap RoyKeeley while avoiding his feelings for both of them) and my new one Confetti (ot3 fluff where they celebrate Phoebe's favorite holidays)

*I said I'd give a few and then proceeded to be really long about it, but like, what else is new? For that reason I've tried to stick to strictly R/J/K fics, but if you'd like Roy/Jamie or gen fic/Jamie fic recs also let me know because I could totally make a whole separate post about those, lol.

#fic recs #asks #royjamiekeeley #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction

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wannab-urs · 1 year

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The Spreadsheet Digest Vol. 2 - Fic Recs

Here's everything I added to the Pedro Fics Spreadsheet in the last week with my unedited ramblings attached (the notes I make immediately after reading, often unhinged).

Surrender - a Joel series by @ezrasbirdie

-> ofc daisy, grumpy/sunshine but the sunshine has depth and the grumpy isn't mean. ellie is excellent in this

Hayloft - a Joel WIP @atinylittlepain

-> dancer!reader (stripper), cute awkward joel, smutty smutty smut. reader is kind of soft!dom?

High Enough - a Joel/Dieter series by @psychedelic-ink

-> Actor!reader and your bodyguard Joel hookup with Dieter Bravo at a party and it is SO hot

Short Days, Long Nights - a Joel series by @frannyzooey

-> post outbreak!joel but it's also domestic bliss. the filth is filthy but the slow burn makes you work for it. This is gorgeous and beautiful and sweet but also so fucking hot!

What he didn't do - a Joel one shot by @joelsgreys

-> divorced!reader and Joel finally go on a date after he's been crushing on you for 10 years and it's very cute

Build Me Up Buttercup - a Joel series by me

-> You're failing Dr. Miller's architecture class and you decide to confront him about it.

Best Laid Plans - a Dieter series by @prolix-yuy

-> Dieter Bravo, legendary Hollywood playboy and a tabloid’s best friend, never thought he was worth much more than a good night to a parade of faces. Until Murch, the editor on his film, turns his world upside down. Now he’s got big plans to do the same as he drags her into the deep end of his hedonistic life. He’s got a guy for everything, but she’s got something he’s always wanted - a big enough heart (and patience) for him to fit in.

Breaking the Girl - a Joel one shot by @cinematicgf

-> Your boyfriend sucks, but you go home with him for the summer anyway. His neighbor and boss Joel Miller is decidedly not an asshole. And he's really hot.

Me-use - a Claude ;) one shot by @boliv-jenta

-> Just fucking trust me you have to read this

Toyin' with them older guys - a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

->Hot bartender joel fucks with your sex life... and then ya know

The Babysitter - a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

-> Babysitter reader seduces single dad joel and it is everything you could ever hope for, but it also leaves you wanting more (in the best way possible)

Push and Pull - a Joel one shot by @javiscigarette

-> Dom!Joel, pretty fuckin rough sex, but like Joel is a consent king and the aftercare is so sweet.

Deserve it - a Joel series by @fake-bleach

-> Joel's wife is cheating on him but it doesn't really matter bc you're giving him the best blowjob of his life

A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop - an Ezra series by @oonajaeadira

-> Ezra owns a bookshop and you get pulled into his store one day. This is the softest, most beautiful little story. Give yourself the gift of reading this please.

Vaya con Dio - a Dio one shot by @atinylittlepain

-> Dio thinks he has it all figured out, but you put him in his place

This Will Be The Day That I Spy - a Jack series by @oonajaeadira

-> You go on a blind date with Jack and it's full of surprises

Restoring the Roots - a Joel series by @bearsbeetsbeskar

-> Tommy and Ellie try to convince Joel to see a therapist... This is going to be really good...

A Long Day - a Javi P one shot by @jkprincess10

-> Have you ever wanted to rim Javi Peña? If not, you will after reading this

The Living Waters of Mandalore - a Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

-> Din discovers your uhhh living waters... and he's really excited about it

There's a lot of Joel on here this week... I was going through something lmao. I tried to throw in a few other guys for y'all too though.

Enjoy <3

#fic recs #The Spreadsheet Digest #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics

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simply-whump · 7 months

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Moving (무빙) - Whump List

Whumpee : Kim Doo Shik played by Zo In Sung, Jang Joo Won played by Ryu Seung Ryong and Kim Bong Seok played by Lee Jung Ha

Synopsis : Kim Bong Seok, Jang Hee Soo and Lee Gang Hoon attend the same high school. They look like ordinary students, but they have special abilities that they inherited from their parents. Kim Bong Seok has the ability to fly, while Jang Hee Soo has excellent athletic abilities and is able to rapidly recover from injuries. Lee Gang Hoon has uncanny power and speed. These three students try to hide their special abilities from other people, while their parents struggle to protect them from being used by other people. (MDL)

Genres : Action, Thriller, Mystery, Supernatural

Note : If you don't like it when it's too violent or graphic, this show is not for you.

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Kim Doo Shik

Ep 1-7 : None

Ep 8 : Trying desperately to hold on to a plane

Ep 9 : Surrounded by snipers and special forces

Ep 10-11 : None

Ep 12 : Manhandled, pinned to the ground, at gunpoint (by the one he loves), teary-eyed — At gunpoint, shot, collapses, holding his arm, electrocuted, pinned to the ground, handcuffed

Ep 13-17 : None

Ep 18 : Shot at — Chained, at gunpoint — Shot in the arm, collapses, chained, captured

Ep 19 : None

Ep 20 : Chained in prison, freed

Jang Joo Won (He has regenerative powers)

Ep 1 : Hits his thumb with a hammer, wincing in pain

Ep 2-6 : None

Ep 7 : Hit by a car, rolled over multiple times, bloody, seemingly dead — Bloody violent fight, multiple bones broken, keeps regenerating

Ep 8-9 : None

Ep 10 : Knifes sticking out of his body, cuts his belly open — Hit by a car, broken bones, looks dead — Gets run over by a truck — Wakes up from a nightmare — Hit by a car (again, on purpose) — Drugged, dizzy, collapses, passes out — Tied up in a car, Wakes up, crying, screaming, car pushed inside the water, manages to free himself, almost drowns — Crying

Ep 11 : Bottle smashed on his head — Big fight, arm literally on fire, stabbed and impaled variously, bloody, chased, hit by cars, crushed by cars, half dead

Ep 12 : Scared, screaming (comedic) — Dropped from high in the sky

Ep 13 : Sobbing

Ep 14 : Big fight, impaled, thrown around, the usual — Crying

Ep 15 : Puts his hand in a deep fryer

Ep 16 : None

Ep 17 : Punched, like a lot, it’s not pretty, passes out

Ep 18 : None

Ep 19 : Punched multiple times — Thrown around, punched, choked, the usual, a whole building collapses on him, impaled, shot in the head, collapses

Ep 20 : Takes the bullet out of his eye — Shot multiple times — Wears an eyepatch

Kim Bong Seok

Ep 1 : Wakes up from a nightmare

Ep 2-6 : None (except some falling down)

Ep 7 : Tries to control his power, keeps flying and then falling back down, emotional, crying

Ep 8-16 : None

Ep 17 : Goes through a window, small cuts on his face — Stepped on, pinned to the ground, thrown around, groaning in pain

Ep 18 : Fighting, punched, concern for him

Ep 19 : None

Ep 20 : Fighting

>> More Whump Lists

#moving #whump list #asian whump #whump #kdrama #korean drama #zo in sung #ryu seung ryong #lee jung ha

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wonumatics · 8 months

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✰ jeonghan x gn. reader ; fluff, suggestive ; 0.8k

note: this was inspired by that one ep from b99

22:54, Tuesday.

Yoon Jeonghan was a man of pretty smiles and interesting opinions on Stieg Larsson’s works. It was a lonely night for you and he happened to be a wonderfully single drinking partner. You did the honours of initiating the experimental kiss at the local bar which soon led you to his place. He was great, on and off the bed. He’d even offered breakfast earlier this morning, but you declined with the excuse of work. You were satisfied with exchanging numbers for now.

10:07, Thursday.

"You see that fucker over there?"

Frowning, you turn from your place in the courtroom’s gallery to follow Doyoung's gaze. Nicknamed Mother Doyoung by your co-workers, he never resorted to swearing unless the situation called for it.

"That's Jeonghan. Thanks to him, I'm back in court today for— "

The rest of his words get drowned by the sight that greets you. Yoon Jeonghan, dressed in a crisply ironed white shirt, blazer, and slacks, stood near the entrance as a defence attorney, representing the perpetrator you helped Doyoung catch on Tuesday.

Pause. Rewind. A montage of that night plays in your head. His hands were around your waist, lips tracing your jawline, and oh, what have you done?

You were a cop. You helped society by catching the bad guys. Jeonghan, on the other hand, helped free the aforementioned bad guys, undoing all your excellent work with legalese.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Jeonghan looks away from the sheave of papers he held and into your eyes, his calm and calculative look washed away by recognition. Mustering all your strength to keep your expression neutral, you tear your gaze away from him, wishing the earth would swallow you whole. If word got around your precinct that you slept with your antithesis and, worse still, enjoyed it, you halt your train of thought. Some things are better left unfinished.

Doyoung pats your shoulder. "Don't glare (name). We know they're satan spawns, but we've got to keep things professional."

Things between you and Jeonghan were far from professional. Nevertheless, you nod along. "The evidence is watertight this time." You lean into your chair and fold your arms. “We’ve got this.”

21:19, Thursday.

The trial ends with the jewellery store robber walking free because, according to Jeonghan, the fact that the two of you found a bag containing glass cutting tools and shards of glass (from the store’s main window, obviously) right before the trial seemed too coincidental to be unfabricated evidence.

Is he a despicable menace to society? Yes.

You stare at the empty shot glass in front of you, the noise around you fading into the background. You were supposed to be here for a celebratory dinner for winning the trial, not a pity party hosted by you, for you.

“Detective (name).”

Think of the devil and he appears. You look up to find the version of Jeonghan you had first met, the one minus the courtroom persona. "Abettor of thievery." You say by way of greeting.

He raises an eyebrow. "The court acquitted him of all charges."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever."

He leans against the counter, lips curved into a smile that either makes you want to rip his hair apart or kiss him; you don't know which.

"Me versus you and the scores are one and nil." He pauses to inhale deeply. "Your defeat smells wonderful, love."

Jeonghan definitely deserves to get his hair ripped out. But you're stopped by your choice to be the bigger person. And the small part in you that recalls the way his eyes lit up when you’d asked him about the straw hat-wearing rock seated on his bedside table. “That’s Dolljong”, he’d said excitedly before picking them up from their artificial habitat and briefing you about their routine.

Is he cute? Heck, yes.

You settle with "Shut up," and busy yourself with your next order.

He stares at you, expecting you to say a little more. "So, you're still down for the date on Saturday, right?"

You blink, not expecting a question about the conversation you'd both had the previous day. “You're not your work, (name)” were the words Irene, your sergeant, had told you when you'd offered to do overtime during the holiday season. This statement applied here, didn't it? You were at odds against him professionally but you did not have anything against the guy himself.

You sigh. “It'll be a mess if anyone finds out.”

He chuckles. “No kidding, Sherlock.”

You wrinkle your nose at the nickname. "Don't call me that and—" Your voice trails away, warmth travelling up your neck. He'd moved closer, face a breath away from yours.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes." You mumble before giving in and tugging him by his collar, lips crashing against his and his hands settling on your waist, You break apart, satisfied with the dazed look clouding his eyes.

"Are you free right now?"

His eyes dart between yours and your lips but not for longer than a moment.

"Yes."

#.yjh #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x y/n #jeonghan fluff #seventeen fluff #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan drabble #seventeen imagines #jeonghan imagines

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a-s-illustrations · 2 months

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Coming Home

Part 2 of Dad Nanami and Son Itadori Series! (i really have to get a better title for this series of works; stick with me guys!)

Story down below⬇️

Nanami's POV.

“I really don’t need that,” Nanami said, pointedly glaring at the wheelchair. The nurse’s smile never wavered. In fact it grew a bit wider which irritated him to no end.

“Please sir, it is hospital policy that patients in your condition be escorted and discharged via a wheelchair,” she said; her voice calm and soothing. Nanami’s lips twitched with a soft huff of exasperation. He was about to contest her again when a bright voice burst in on their standoff.

“Nanamin!” Yuuji’s shock of pink hair appeared before the rest of the boy careened into the room. His training and excellent reflexes saved him from barrelling into the woman by scant inches. His face lit up by the wide smile plastered over his face. This smile, unlike the nurse’s, settled his nerves. “I came to pick you up!”

The nurse jumped on her chance turning to Itadori. “Oh that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, with a note of triumph in her voice, “You can wheel him out then. I’m sure he would love to have his son wheel him out.”

Nanami automatically opened his mouth to correct her when he saw the look on Itadori’s face. The boy’s entire body language had gone from exuberant to almost shyly embarrassed. There was a strange, almost hopeful look in those light brown eyes. He gave a defeated sigh. “Very well,” he conceded. He couldn’t deny the warmth in his chest when Itadori perked right back up and quickly grabbed the wheelchair’s handles.

“I promise I’ll get you the door safely!” he declared. Nanami gave an amused huff as he settled himself into the offending mode of transportation with a slight wince; arranging his long legs onto the footrests.

“Please do,” he responded dryly, “I don’t intend to end back up in the hospital just as I was getting out.”

Itadori laughed and they set out; with Yuuji and the Nurse keeping up an easy banter over his head. He zoned out a bit, letting the white noise of their voice distract him from the slight embarrassment of the ride, only turning his attention back on to focus on the documents that needed signing and to listen to some final instructions from the doctor. As they exited the door he looked up at Itadori.

“How did you get here and how are we getting back?” he asked. Itadori’s fond smile turned immediately sheepish.

“Well..” he began and Nanami felt his stomach sink. He followed the flick of Itatodi’s eyes to see a familiar white blond head of hair sitting atop an impossibly wide grin. The blinding flash of the cellphone’s light made him flinch; one good eye squinting shut on reflex.

“Oh sorry about that!” Gojo’s called out, sounding very much not sorry. He fiddled with his phone and then snapped at least 10 more shots from several angles as he made his way over to them. “Ready to go?”

Nanami reached up to adjust his glasses and pressed his fingers into his bare nose bridge instead. He sighed louder. “Let’s get this over with.”

The drive back was strangely pleasant. The warmth of the sun on his skin; the wind against his face and the fact that Gojo was actually driving at the speed limit. It was surprising that the special-grade sorcerer had chosen to drive himself to pick up Nanami. Gojo’s blindfolded eyes showed briefly into the rearview mirror, catching his attention, as if he could read Nanami’s mind.

“I didn’t think you would want them to see you like this,” he said, his voice serious and almost tender, “At least until you’re ready to show them yourself.” Nanami blinked a few times feeling a little touched by the gesture. The man might have a glaring number of faults but there were times that Gojo Satoru could be a decent human being.

“Thank you,” he said softly, “And please focus on the road now.” Gojo and Itadori laughed; their voices soothing yet another part of his aching heart.

Pulling up at his small house felt surreal. It looked the same and yet; he felt like he was in a dream. Making his way up the short stone walkway; unlocking the front door and stepping into the small foyer. His coat still hung up on the pegs to the left; the side cabinet holding his various watches and envelopes stacked neatly to one side. There were none on the floor, however. His brow furrowed. There should have been mail coming in still when he was hospitalized.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Itadori spoke up behind him, “I…I came in and kinda took care of the place a bit when you were recovering.”

Nanami turned to see the young man looking up at him; shoulder a little hunches and fingers gently tugging at one another. Gojo was sitting in the car still; pointedly not looking at them. He looked back at Yuuji. “Thank you,” he said, smiling a little, “I appreciate that.”

That wonderful smile lit up Yuuji’s face again. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else but stopped; looking over his shoulder at Gojo sitting in the car. Nanami could see the indecision warring across the boy’s face as he turned back to him; unsure of what to say or perhaps how to say it.

“I was wondering…if maybe…” Yuuji started, fingers clenching in a fist at his stomach, “I could…Maybe you’d like some company. After being alone in the hospital all this time.”

A thick lump immediately clogged his throat and he wasn’t quite sure what expression his face was showing right at this moment but he answered; his voice husky and sounding a bit more broken than he would have liked.

“I would like that,” he replied simply.

A soft sound escaped Itadori’s mouth; a cross between relief and a sob. He turned on his heel and ran back to the car; talking excitedly with Gojo for a bit and giving him a chance to compose himself. Gojo waved to them as he drove off; Nanami raising a hand to acknowledge him as Yuuji waved exageratedly at his side. They looked at one another when he was gone; Yuuji’s beaming face to his own haggard one.

“Let’s order in tonight,” Nanami said, turning to head back into the house, “I don’t feel like cooking.” Itadori’s whoop of joy had him smiling, as the boy shuffled past him to get the stack of menus they had collected over the months. As he closed the door behind him; and slid into the high stool at the kitchen bar, looking down at the spread of colorful sheets of paper; Yuuji launching into the pros and cons of the meal choices; he truly felt like he had come home.

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wen-kexing-apologist · 11 months

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Hands in La Pluie Ep 6

I've been on a pretty solid run of overfixating on and overanalyzing hand movement in the shows I have been watching. Which means it is time to talk about some things I noticed in today's episode of La Pluie. Y'all can thank @bengiyo for this, he convinced me to watch it.

Patts and Tai

The way Patts gripped Tai when Tai was on top of him, you could see the indents and wrinkles in the shirt excellent work 10/10.

But, as the scene progresses and he continues to move his hand across Tai's back he is also so…soft? gentle? with it too, like the way he kind of scratches Tai's back, but it doesn't feel like he's digging it, it feels and looks like he is being light with it.

(and this softness is conveyed in addition to the hands, in the way that Patts so carefully initiates the actual kiss.)

But what I found supremely interesting about the hands in this scene is that Tai and Patts have completely opposite hand work in this makeout scene.

Patts when moving his hand around Tai's body constantly has his fingers moving, they are bent, they are scratching, they are worming their way up the fabric of Tai's t-shirt. But his other hand, when Tai is on top of him at least, when he's trying to keep Tai in place. That hand is very rigid, his fingers don't bend. (you can see it in the image above)

CONVERSELY, Tai constantly has his fingers curled up, loose until he starts running his hand along Patts' back.

When Tai is aware of the movements he wants to do, when he decides he wants to run his hand along Patts' back, his fingers straighten out, he doesn't play with pressure, or sensation. He is only moving his palm. But his other hand, which he is using to keep his balance while sitting on Patts lap, that he isn't consciously thinking about, is almost in a fist.

And once Patts isn't trying to keep Tai in place on top of him, he lets go of Tai's shoulder and his fingers on his other hand go soft, curl, play with sensation, and move independently of Patts' palm (I recognize indepdently is a weird way to phrase it but I can't think of a better way)

When Patts is talking to Tai at the end of the kiss, when he says "if it was anyone else I would stop here, but I want to wait until you are comfortable" Tai isn't thinking about his hands touching Patts because he's so honed in on Patts' face and Patts' words that you can see the hand that is still around Patts' shoulder is soft, it's staying in place, he's not trying to touch Patts, but his middle finger dips down a bit in a way that makes contact with Patt's skin. And from the way the knuckle moves it looks like Tai ends up unconsciously playing with pressure in that moment.

And then of course they go and destroy me with Patts linking his arm underneath Tai's to make their arms a daisy chain before he rests his hands on top of Tai's. Superb.

Exquisite.

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Tien and Lomfon

We get another great hand scene with Tien and Lomfon in this episode.

So we as an audience are generally more aware of the pathway those two characters are following, than the characters themselves are. Whether or not they will get together remains to be seen, but I like the potential comparisons that could be made between Soul Mate love and non-soul mate love.

BUT

that's not the point!

The point is that Tien gets drunk, and collapses in to Lomfon's shoulder, and then proceeds to REST HIS HAND ON LOMFON'S KNEE AND THEN STROKE LOMFON'S KNEE WITH HIS THUMB

I don't have a gif of this, so you're just gonna have to trust me on this one, Tien is stroking Lomfon's knee in this shot. Talk about subconscious attraction there! The soft tenderness that Tien is giving Lomfon in just the way he's touching him before you even get to the way he is cuddled up, or the way he is talking to Lomfon.

And then Lomfon's hands are all over Tien when Tien shifts to sleep on Lomfon's lap.

Lomfon is incapable of keeping his hand still for more than a few seconds, and despite moving his hands up and down Tien's body, it doesn't read as sexual or really even tender, it reads as akward and uncertain, like he's not sure where he should be putting his hands, if he should be putting his hands.

Comparing to the earlier scene with Tai and Patts, where Patts literally never takes his hands off of Tai when he's moving them, Lomfon is always picking his hands up, moving his hands somewhere else, and then putting his hands down.

And even when he finally settles on stroking Tien's hair, he is making as little physical contact as possible, resting his forearm on Tien's arm and then only stroking Tien with the tips of his knuckles, as opposed to resting his entire hand in Tien's hair like he did earlier on in the scene before he continues to move his hand around Tien's arm.

There were lots of other really good hand moments in this episode, especially from Title's end. The way Tai is able to signal to Patts to let go of his hand, the way Tai fidgets with his hands when Patts is looking at him fondly when he shows up for the trip.

All this to say, hands belong to the gays and we stay winning, Happy Pride!!!

#la pluie #la pluie the series #phat x saengtai #phat x tai #saengtien x lomfon #lomfon x saengtien #that's right y'all w-k-a is back! with more essays about silly little gay shows!

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kanonavi · 4 months

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2023 XVX Fic Recs!

Hi, all, I hope you're having a lovely holiday season! Around the beginning of this year, just for fun, I decided that I would record all of the fanfics that I read this year, and during the summer I had the idea to take some of the best fics I read in 2023 and compile them at the end of the year into a rec list. Since xiaoven was the ship I read the most fics for, I've decided to just do a rec list for them this year, but maybe in the future I'll branch out more!

As with any rec list, please take note of the ratings and the tags for any given fic! Just because something suited my taste doesn't necessarily mean it will suit yours, please take care of yourselves. Now, here are 10* fics that I read this year and think that other xiaoven fans should read too! (Also uh. Sorry for how much I'm about to talk in the reviews lol)

*Keep an eye out for a few bonuses that I've peppered in ;)

We Creatures of Fate, by Wackachu

[Ongoing, Teen, 57.9k, 7/?]

Xiao is a weapon forged from red, carved from the hearts of weeping souls and etched into the memories of grieving mothers. While free under the care of a new God, he finds salvation, yet feels as trapped as the day the chains first clamped down onto his wrists. Venti is a God, one born from the wishes of others as opposed to his own. After losing his loved ones, he can't help but feel lost, high on a throne all alone, built upon all things he despised. The two find each other by chance, yet the rest can only be described as fate. ---------- A telling of Xiao and Venti's story with a hefty load of lore

If there is any fic on this list that should be read, it’s this one. I am an absolute sucker for speculative lore when it comes to Genshin, and the picture that the author has assembled of Archon War-era Liyue is absolutely masterful. Within the threads of that beautiful tapestry, they’ve also been interweaving Xiao and Venti’s developing relationship all the way from when they were a newly-freed Adeptus and young Archon respectively. They have a long journey ahead of them (the burn is slow, folks), and I think that said journey is an absolute must-read.

Extra Recs: Wackachu has also written two other xiaoven one-shots, which I highly recommend for more bite-size pieces of their excellent taste!

the holy light of your single lantern, by boxofcrows (@miralia)

[Complete, Teen, 34k, 6/6]

“Long divided by river and sea, For years we two have failed to meet – And suddenly to find you seems like a dream.” Thousands of years of silence, broken by a single visit.

This fic wrapped up recently, so it’s a great time to go and show it some love! One of my biggest sorrows is that xiaoven is rather lacking in really good canon universe fics compared to other Genshin ships, but this fic managed to fill that hole in my heart. The author does a fantastic job of capturing the way that Xiao and Venti’s conflicting natures and ideals can cause friction between them, all while maintaining the undeniable magnetism that they feel towards each other.

Relax In My Arms, by alphaparrot (@aparrotandaqrow)

[Queerplatonic XiaoVen, General Audiences, 5.9k, One-Shot]

As Lantern Rite arrives, Xiao is found exhausted and spent by Qiqi of Bubu Pharmacy, who brings him back to Liyue. Upon awaking, Xiao quickly makes his exit and returns to Wangshu Inn, where Venti is waiting for him on the balcony. Xiao isn't in the mood to party, but maybe a chill hang-out would help him relax. Venti knows just the thing to help Xiao relax and recuperate, and as they both get comfortable, they begin to reflect....

Author's Original Promo Post!

Queerplatonic xiaoven was a flavor of their relationship that I hadn’t tried before this fic, but it really sold me on it. What I’ve always loved about xiaoven so much is the inherent intimacy that can be achieved between them once all of the emotional barriers between them have been stripped away, and I think that those ideas are explored very beautifully here. Xiao and Venti trust and love each other so deeply here, and it shows in every word and touch that they exchange, and I think that it’s a must-read for anyone whose brain chemistry was altered by the ‘Endless Suffering’ trailer (so basically, every xiaoven fan ever lol)

i can not save us (but you can), by anemowisp (@sillygirl19)

[Teen, 19.4k, One-Shot]

two boys figure out what the hell they're doing

In the midst of one of the most turbulent times in my life, one particular line in this fic really hit me where it hurt, and it’s one of the few times that I’ve actually cried reading a fic. In my xiaoven-enjoying friend groups, we sometimes call Xiao and Venti old men with teenager problems, which means they don't always work when turned into actual teenagers/young adults with those problems, but I think this fic pulls it off really well.

what queer sins stain thy soul, by Anonymous (@sincerelyandyourstruly)

[Mature, 3.2k, One-Shot]

In which Xiao, long-established asexual, learns that identity is not as stable as he’d like to believe.

As an ace person myself, I feel it’s so rare to find a really good asexual character study where the asexuality is actually one of the central focuses of the intimacy taking place (if anyone has any recs of that variety please hit me up!), but I think that this fic pulled that off really well. It also delves into that particular vibe of when one’s identity might be shifting, which can be a really scary thing, but Xiao in this fic is lucky enough to have someone he loves and trusts to support him as he explores his new desires, which was really comforting to read about.

Where Words Fail, by kavvueh (@kavvueh)

[Complete, Teen, 34k, 12/12]

Author's Original Promo Post!

"You're Barbatos," Xiao repeats breathlessly. The young man in front of him nods. "Yep." "But..." Xiao cuts himself off and tries again. "You're the God of songs and poetry." The Anemo Archon nods his head sagely. "More or less." Xiao fixes Lord Barbatos with the most incredulous look he can manage. "... You're failing Music Theory."

As someone who was also suffering through music theory alongside Venti as this fic was publishing, all of the attention to detail in the musical aspects of this fic absolutely tickled me. But all of that was merely a foundation for a lovely story about a pair of souls finding their partner in a new life. The musical connection that xiaoven have is one of the essential tenets of the ship, and this fic did a beautiful job of using that idea to its fullest potential.

Extra Rec: kavvueh has recently started publishing a new xiaoven fic with a similar setting, so if you enjoy these kinds of fluffy modern aus, give that one some love as well!

The Stars in Teyvat are a Lie, and So Is the Sky, by yueyunn

[Complete, Teen, 148.2k, 13/13]

There were several issues that Xiao immediately took with Ningguang’s proposition for him to produce for Barbatos: his other artists had upcoming comebacks and year-end stages that required his attention, he was overworked enough as it were already, and Ningguang was not exactly someone he was looking to do any favors for. While her persistence to overlook all this was one matter, nothing aggravated him more than Ningguang completely ignoring the obstinate fact that he. doesn’t. work. with. idols.

Perhaps I was a bit like Xiao in this fic at the beginning of this year, because I approached the two idol/celebrity aus on my to-read list with open skepticism, and then ended up absolutely adoring them both. What I loved about this fic the most was how much care was put into actually translating the character’s canon backstories into the modern idol au setting. The author clearly has so much love for the characters, and it really shows through in the way that everyone has their chance to shine, even the side characters. This fic also updated recently with 15k words of extras, so it’s a great time to visit or revisit it!

Extra Rec: gold rush, by underthethousandstars was the other idol/celebrity au I read this year and really enjoyed, so if those aus are up your alley, I highly recommend it!

low-key (no pressure!), by windrise (Twitter - @/wyndrise)

[Ongoing, Teen, 75.7k, 11/?]

Following his friend’s questionable suggestion, Venti partners with Xiao—the resident grouch of his early morning stats class—for his music project.

If you want to sit down with a fic that will give you the warm fuzzies, this is definitely the one to pick. As alluded to previously, I don’t really go for modern aus as much, but this fic absolutely blew my expectations out of the water. I was getting the ‘squee’s as I read about Xiao and Venti growing closer over the course of working on Venti’s project, as the author has an excellent grasp of the deep inner kindness that the two of them hold, and how that kindness would naturally draw them together.

bouquet of lies, by underthethousandstars (Twitter - @/zhongliorder)

[Complete, Mature, 85.9k, 12/12]

In a world where humans can use elemental magic, Xiao uses his to move through the shadows becoming Liyue’s phantom killer. Known to the public as Alatus, he is their most notorious assassin. One day Xiao secures his biggest job yet: kill the Crown Prince of Mondstadt, Venti. Harbouring no love towards any royal family Xiao pulls off his mission with success. Or so he thought.

This fic falls solidly on the darker end of xiaoven stories (the ‘Dark Fantasy’ tag is there for a reason!), so if you happen to like your ships with an enemies to lovers flare, this is definitely one to check out. This is one of those stories that really managed to pull me into the world of assassins and political intrigue that the author has crafted, and on top of that it puts a fun spin on exploring Xiao and Venti’s individual guilt and the way that it affects them as people. The first fic in the series is finished, but the second installment is currently in progress, so I highly recommend checking that one out as well!

every morning in the dark, by magicites (Twitter - @/bribird_wings)

[Complete, Mature, 77.1k, 34/34]

Stuck in a time loop where he succumbs to his karmic debt, Xiao struggles to see the point in moving forward. Venti struggles to save him.

While by far the heaviest of any of the fics I’ve recommended so far (mind the warnings and the tags!!), if you can stomach the subject matter, this is one of those fics that I would refer to as XiaoVen Essential Reading. The author has a pitch-perfect grasp of what makes xiaoven, qualities which are pushed to their limits as the two of them struggle to break free of the loop that they’re trapped in. I took severe emotional damage while reading it, but my only regret was that I hadn’t read it sooner. It’s definitely A Lot, but it’s so, so worth it for anyone who really enjoys this pairing.

And with that, we reach the end of the list! If you've made it this far, thank you so much, and I hope I've given you some fics to add to your to-read list for the coming year! I tried to incorporate some newer fics with some classics, so hopefully there's something here you haven't heard from before.

With that said, I'll hopefully be back next year with some more xiaoven or other Genshin fic recs! <3

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lavendercrow136 · 3 months

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"Tell me this isn't Goodbye Love"

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Part 10:

Larissa smiled at me from her place hanging up the red silk, I was adjusting a center piece, I continued to work when I felt her wrap her arms around my waist and kiss my cheek. She delicately spun me to face her,

I blushed looking down at the floor, the dj who was setting up his table for the dance began to play a slow song, and Larissa smiled,

"Dance with me darling?"

She pouted giving me puppy dog eyes and I relented, she pulled my body flush with hers, her hand on the small of my back, and laced her fingers through my own in her other hand, I held her shoulder. She kissed me softly while we danced, and held me tight, she whispered softly in my ear while we danced,

"I couldn't have done this without you darling, the ball room looks perfect"

I smiled softly,

"You did everything, I merely hit the purchase button and helped set it up"

Larissa smirked kissing my cheek,

"I was thinking..."

She added while twirling me, I laughed and she dipped me her voice taking on a seductive tone,

"...Will you go to the dance with me?"

I flushed looking at her face to see if she's serious,

"Honey what about the boys? Whose going to watch them?"

Larissa smiled,

"Maybe you could get your mom too?"

I blushed,

"Darling I couldn't ask her to do that"

Larissa smirked,

"Then I will ask her, come on it will be perfect, its the Saturday after the game, I'll help clean the house if the girls trash it. Your mom can come spend the night, that way all of the boys belongings are there and after the dance you and I can go stay at the new house"

I bit my lip, before nodding softly she smiled and lifted me back up to eye level before spinning me again,

"Then it's settled, I'll call your mother while your at class,and afterwards you and I can go grocery shop, before the girls are shuttled over to the house"

I nodded and kissed Larissas cheek, when we had finished decorating the ballroom, Bianca Barclay set up a table put front to sell tickets for the dance, she passed me her brownies she had made and I smiled.

"Sea salt and caramel, excellent work Bianca, good luck with ticket sales"

Bianca smiled and I turned to walk away, I cut Larissa a brownie and handed it to her on a napkin, she smiled walking back to her office with it while I made my way to class.

They filed in quietly, Wednesday Enid and Yoko were looking over the playbook, each of then had their trays neatly wrapped and set aside. Xavier and Ajax, Kent and Divina , and Eugene all filed in setting their brownies aside, at their desks, and waited for the bell to ring and class to begin. I smoothed my skirt,

"I see everyone completed the assignment, Mrs. Barclay's been excused from class this period to sell tickets for the dance, and I am going to task you with filling her in on the new assignment, and I will email her the recipe and notes. With that being said, today we are going to be making my wife's favorite food, and a comfort food for many homemade baked Mac and cheese"

I lay out the ingredients before them,

"Now, if any of you are lactose intolerant, please take any medication now, this will make your stomach hurt and I do not want to be the reason any of you are sick"

Yokos hand shot up, and I called on her,

"What are the chicken bacon and bread crumbs and panko for?"

I smirked,

"Good catch, as I said this is my wife's favorite and comfort food, not just any homemade Mac and cheese the best homemade Mac and cheese. So it is also going to include jalapeños for a little spice, homemade fried chicken and bacon diced within it"

I began with the rue for the Mac and cheese showing then the amounts they needed to add of each ingredient, and then poured the noodles into the water while it boiled, I then showed them how to prepare the chicken.

"Your going to flatten it with a meat tenderizer, and then dip it in the egg yolk to saturate the chicken once it's been yoked, dip it in your flour breadcrumb panko mixture and easily drop the chicken breast into the hot oil for approximately fifteen minutes, or until it is a nice deep golden brown, once you remove it, check the chicken with your meat thermometer, your fried chicken should have an internal tempature of one hundred and sixty five degrees farenheit.. if it doesn't ease it back into the oil and check again in five minutes"

The students all watched with smiles on their faces,

I removed the chicken from the oil, turned the oil off and set it aside,

"Your going to set down paper towels on a tray and place a draining wrack for your chicken over it. That way the oil can seep out of it. We're gonna go back to our pasta check that it is perfect and then add it to the rue. Perfectly cooked pasta, al dente pasta specifically, takes anywhere from eight to ten minutes depending on the type of pasta, rotini specifically takes seven. Please utilize your timers, no one wants crunchy pasta"

I removed the boiling pot from the stove and drained the pasta into the strainer , showing them how to save some pasta water.

"With your pasta strained add it to your rue, with your pasta water, folded the pasta in your rue making sure its coated, now we are going to take about a cup and a half of heavy whipping cream and two cups of milk , and pour that in, then we are taking a pound of each of our seven cheeses and melting that into the pasta. Save some of your shredded cheese for the top layer and baking. Once it's fully melted and it makes that nice gooey cheese sound, we're going to remove it from the heat and place it in our baking dish, and sprinkle some of the cheese and bread crumbs on top, placing in our cooked bacon and jalapeños, and chicken that should be cut into nice even strip and back on three hundred fifty degrees farenheit for about twenty minutes"

The students watched in awe of every detail, while it baked they helped me clean up the kitchen, I heard a hum of approval from the door frame, and the students giggled slightly when I blushed. Larissa stood with a bouquet of flowers and a small stuffed animal, the students made room for her and Larissa came over and hugged me in my apron kissing my forehead.

"I could smell it from down the hallway"

Her stomach grumbled comically,

"Hungry? It should be done soon, the students and I were gonna eat it here and bring you some but since you joined us this is an excellent opportunity"

Larissa smirked, standing aside,

"I am going to show you how to prepare a table for a guests, in this cabinet behind me their are table clothes place settings cutlery and plates. With different vases for center pieces, now Principal Weems has deemed that this is a lunch date, so I'll show you how to prepare for that"

I grabbed a table cloth from within the pantry, a red one with lace embellishments and trim, I grabbed silver placemats, and cutlery and plates and a vase for the roses, I set up the table,

"You want a table cloth that will compliment the tables shape, because we have a circular table, we want one that's long enough to hide the tables legs, like a ladies skirt or dress we want it to add a little mystique"

I fanned the cloth out on the table, I began setting the placemats, and placing the plates carefully and ornately. Along with the silverware, I grabbed a glass of sparkling apple juice from the fridge in the school's kitchen, and grabbed to glasses,

"When your pour beverages for a guest or, your date, you do so elegantly and delicately, careful not to spill on them or yourself, and you do not sit until your guest is seated."

I pulled out a chair for Larissa and she sat tentatively, hesitant to be apart of the lesson I smiled, when she sat, and I gently pushed her chair in. The timer went off signifying that the Mac and cheese was done, I carefully removed it from the oven, and showed them how to plate the food.

"Your guest should always take the first bite, so serve them first, and after they eat you can begin"

I set down Larissa’s plate and she smiled kissing my cheek, and took a bite, and the students followed suit, Larissa hummed her approval and the students followed suit. Finally I took a bite, and smiled happily,

"So that's your homework assignment, your going to make your own homemade Mac and cheese, and let's make it a contest, if anyone can make one that's indistinguishable from mine, and my wife, your principal can't tell them apart. I will treat the winner to a gift card to the weathervane"

Larissa smiled,

"Yes, I will even sweeten the pot with a gift card for two to the local movie theater."

I smiled, cleaning up the wrest of the dishes from class and packing up the Mac and cheese for at home. I quickly emailed Bianca the ingredients list the directions, and all of the table serving etiquette instructions, along with the assignment. When the bell rang and the students left Larissa finally handed me the stuffed animal, it had on a small t-shirt that read,

"Will you be my date to the Rave'N?"

I smiled and nodded kissing Larissa on the lips,

"Your Mother is more then happy to watch the boys, she came and got them for the night so we wouldn't have to watch a bunch of teenagers and them. She's in my office waiting for you to say goodbye to them, and then my dear when your no longer in your apron you and I are going dance clothes shopping and grocery shopping before the horde of famished soccer stars arrive"

I laughed softly, and finished up my Mac and cheese while Larissa did the same. I washed our dishes, and closed up my classroom and walked with Larissa to the office where my mother sat with the boys. They rushed me immediately and clung to me, and I felt my heart pull a little,

"Mommy we gonna miss you and Mama lots, only couple nights right mommy right? Then home and snuggle you"

It was Tristain who spoke, I nodded and kissed his head tears in my eyes, Oliver spoke up,

"Mommy no cry, why crying? No sad, why Mommy sad Mama?"

He looked over at Larissa who was being strong for the both of us, she knelt next to me and kissed the three of them,

"Because Mommy has never been away from you for long, so you need to be brave for her because she's going to miss you all so much and she loves you so much"

Oliver nodded, and Pugsley smiled gently stroking my face,

"We'll be alright mommy, you'll be otay"

I nodded my head and kissed them all again, and we waved goodbye when my mother took then away. Larissa hugged me for a while, and rubbed my back, she kissed my forehead,

"Honey it's gonna be okay"

I nodded, emotion racking my voice,

"I know that, I just I'm gonna miss them"

Larissa kissed me and chuckled softly,

"Oh honey, it will be okay, now come on apron off, it's time to go shopping"

I nodded and removed the apron hanging it on a hook, I put my coat on and grabbed my purse and Larissa followed suit escorting me to our car. She opened the door for me and I stepped inside of it buckling up immediately, she climbed inside and turned on the radio, buckling up and began the drive to the mall in Burlington. When we arrived she let me out of the car and with her hand on my waist guided me inside, it was only two and the girls wouldn't be headed over until seven pm. We took our time in the stores, Larissa found her outfit almost immediately, but wouldn't let me see it on her, I struggled to find a dress. I was getting frustrated, since having the twins it had been hard for me to find anything that made me feel confident. It was after the fortieth dress that I tried on that I broke down crying, Larissa had been wandering the store when she walked by the fitting room to check on me and heard my muffled sobbing.

Larissa’s voice was soft and full for concern,

"Darling why don't you let me in, I want to help...please"

I hugged my sides and shook my head,

"Please don't, I-I don't want you to see me like this"

Larissa’s brow furrowed,

"Honey please, its not anything I haven't see before"

I shook my head mentally thinking,

"Yes it is, you get the dressed up, fully clothed only in the dark with a night gown on sex now, never fully naked or exposed or without soap or steam to influence your point of view"

Before I could verbally protest any further she was entering the fitting room, her eyes looked over my body, and I flinched closing my eyes not wanting to see her face. It wasn't until I felt her forcing me to my feet, that I looked at her, she was kneeling before me and kissing every curve, every scar and stretch mark. Tears ran down my face in small rivulets, and she rose to her feet, wiping away my tears,

"Shush darling, you are to pretty to cry, it's okay"

I shook my head and hugged my sides, and she tilted my chin up, so I would meet her gaze,

"You are a mother, you are my wife, and you are a beautiful woman, stretch marks and scars are just places where the stars melded into flesh, and formed the beautiful body before me. Now I need you to trust me, sit tight, I am going to find your dress for the dance"

I opened my mouth to speak and she gave me a look, kissing my lips, I sat back on the bench and when she returned she passed me a few things to try on. Every dress fit perfectly, I smiled, she took the three that I liked and chose the one that matched her outfit, and paid for it. She grabbed me heels and accessories, and we made our way out of the mall. She got me my favorite snack, and we left. We made our way to the grocery store from the mall, and when we arrived Larissa did most of the shopping for snacks and treats, for dinner, I paid. When we got home she told me to take a bath while she cooked the meal for the girls, when I had finished my bath I came downstairs to a full kitchen. The girls were snacking on the vegetable and fruit dip Larissa had grabbed and she was putting the desserts in the oven.

I ordered pizza wings and salad, and when i had finished the call Larissa hugged me from behind,

"Feel better darling?"

I nodded sleepily, and she smiled, the girls filed into the living room and voted on a horror movie. Larissa and I curled up in the lazy boy, under a blanket and watched it with the girls. She kissed my forehead and rubbed my back, and when the pizza boy arrived I paid them, I grabbed a bowl of salad and ate it silently. The girls were laughing eating pizza and watching the movie, Larissa noticed I had not touched much of the food, and beckoned me into a separate room.

"Darling what's wrong? I know your hungry, I can hear your stomach growling, and you barely any of your fried dough bites"

I fidgeted nervously making sure none of the girls had noticed our absence,

"I-I just feel off, like I'm not comfortable in my own skin"

Larissa shook her head and held me close at the first sign of my tears and kissed my forehead rubbing my shoulders, Bianca poked her head around the corner,

"Hey,Ms. Weems are you okay?"

A few of the girls had followed her apparently our absence had not gone as undetected as I had hoped, Larissa looked up at them smiling softly, Yoko spoke up having read my thoughts.

"She's been struggling with food lately and her self image, every time she looks in the mirror-"

I looked at Yoko and she stopped talking, Larissa knelt eye level with me, and she kissed me reassuringly. Yoko extended to me a small packet, it looked like a juice box but it wasn't.

"You need this, more then you think, even if you don't want it morally, your body physically needs it. My cousin has an eating disorder, at first she saw the results she wanted but then her brain found more and more things to pick at, and she ended up hospitalized. So as a fellow vampire and someone who really looks up to you. I am telling you, you need this, you can't keep living like your only psychic and ignoring that part of you. Drink it, it will help"

Larissa went to the sink, and checked the blood bag bin and frowned,

"Honey, this is full, you haven't been feeding?"

I felt panic claw at my chest,

"You've seen me eat-"

Larissa shook her head, she looked furious and worried all at once,

"That's not what I meant and you know it"

I began to shake, I gripped my sides, and turned away from her from the students. I walked towards the door and put my rain coat on, I stepped outside, and heard the door slam behind me. I began to walk, when I heard the sound of wet feet running after me, I turned to see Larissa running towards me, she was crying. I had made her cry,

" y/n please come back inside, we can tall about this, I can help you"

I stopped in my tracks, I couldn't handle seeing Larissa upset, I relented and she seemed to calm down. She guided me inside, and the girls were all in the living room giving us space. Larissa poured some blood into a cup for me and heated it up like tea, she mixed in some chocolate powder and milk, it looked like raspberry hot chocolate. I drank it for her, and then I ate some pizza, she held me while I ate and kissed me. I had drained five blood pouches by the time the movie was over, and I felt much better, Larissa carried me over tobthe lazy boy and we sat together. She kissed my cheek, and played with my hair, eventually I drifted off to sleep in her arms. When I awoke she was saying goodnight to the girls, and apologized for earlier, I pretended to sleep still in her arms. And when she lay me in bed, she climbed in after me once she had put pajamas on and I rolled over holding her while she relaxed.

"Ris?"

Larissa looked over at me,

"Yes love?"

I shifted closer to her,

"Are you mad at me?"

She shook her head softly,

"No baby, but you did scare the hell out of me earlier, it's no wonder you've been feeling off"

I nodded in relief and kissed her softly passionately, she sighed content and buried her face in my neck while I gently caressed her arms.

When I awoke the next morning, I got dressed and made the girls breakfast, Larissa went over plays with them while they ate, and when it was finally time and they were dressed for the game we filed into the bus and made our way to the championship game arena. I had the medkit, and the coolers with snacks, I had sunscreen for the girls, Larissa ran them through warm ups and drills. When at last the game began, I sat on the bench near Larissa, and cheered the team on, the game was neck and neck, they were tied when the referee called for half time. The girls ran over breathless and stretched drinking water and refueling with snacks, my mother brought the boys to the game and Larissa and I went over to see them. She hadn't spoken to me at all that morning, whether it was because she was still worried about last night or entirely focused on the game I wasn't sure.

"Hey Ris, please don't tell my mom about last night..."

Larissa looked at me and scoffed slightly,

"Why not? Clearly I can't keep an eye on you all the time, someone else needs to know"

Her words felt like a harsh slap, and I stiffened,

"I -I'm sorry Larissa, I thought you weren't mad, I promise I'll make it up to you"

She looked at me her facial expression full of guilt and bordering on pain,

"I-Y/n I'm sorry, but you could have died... you could have starved to death...and you would have left me, the boys and Wednesday all behind... I wasn't angry anymore last night but then I saw the boys and though of all you could have left behind and it hurt and I got mad... please promise me you'll do better"

I nodded my head,

"I promise"

She nodded and kissed my forehead,she went to the boys and hugged them and thanked my mother again for taking them, I went to them to and kissed them crying softly.

"Mama no sad, only one more night, one more and done, then we back"

I smiled drying my eyes, and nodded,

Larissa guided me back to the bench, I drank a blood pack and sat in silence, the girls were back put on the field and the Ravens had the ball. Enid protected Wednesday who was dribbling it up to field she weaved it through the offensive Knights players legs, passed it to Yoko, who fielded it to Bianca, and then when Wednesday was open again she bicycle kicked it into the goal. The whistle blew,and the Ravens won against the knights, fifteen to thirteen, the girls lined up on the field with Larissa who presented them the trophy, and their picture was taken. When the girls filed back into the bus they were laughing and smiling we stopped by the house so they could grab their bags and belongings and Larissa drove the bus back to the Academy so the girls could get ready for the dance.

Larissa put the trophy with the picture in the frame, and we went home. She was quiet almost the whole way, but then lightened up a little after she ate some of the leftover Mac and cheese, I rubbed her shoulders and she smiled while I sipped another blood pouch. We spent the evening together, Larissa was laughing and smiling, we talked things out. I went upstairs to shower and she locked up, before joining me, I removed my clothes and stepped into the water. Larissa hummed her approval, stripping and joining me, she laced her hands around my waist and kissed my neck. Teasing my sensitive body,she released me when I began to whine and squirm, allowing us to finish our shower. I slipped into my silk night gown, she spooned me close, and I drifted to sleep listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat as a lullaby.

When I awoke Larissa was sitting next to me reading a book, I smiled curling up on her lap, she say the book aside and kissed my forehead.

"I packed our overnight bag for the new place, and set your dress out, the dance is not till later, but we do have time to go get brunch and maybe catch a matinee if you want or catch up on our shows and order in"

I smiled at her excitement on the last sentence,

"So we order brunch for take put and catch up on our shows?"

Larissa beamed,

"Please?"

I laughed and sat up kissing her,

"Of course baby"

Larissa smiled and pulled up Hulu, while I ordered our breakfast, when it arrived we curled up in our pajamas in bed and watched American Horror Story Delicate, Larissa eyed me curiously,

"How are you eating and not feeling icky? She just scarfed down a raccoon"

I smirked Larissa could be so cute and soft sometimes,

"Darling, I literally thrive off of blood, and have seen serial killer psychos do much worse, not to mention when I was training to be a Detective they had us go to a body farm to see the different states of decomposition, after that anything else seems kind of mundane"

Larissa shivered, and scooted closer,

"Do you miss being a Detective?"

I smiled,

"Sometimes, but there's so much risk with that job, if something from work followed me home, and anything happened to the kids or you. I would never be able to forgive myself"

I felt a lump of emotion catch in my throat,

"Besides I always wanted to do something with my cooking, what better way then to teach young outcasts like you and me to fend for themselves, to cook and to clean, how to serve guests, all of thevstuff that comes with being an adult and living life"

Larissa smiled and kissed me,

"You know Wednesday and Enid want to be detectives?"

I smiled softly, an odd sense of pride filling me. Larissa noticed and played with my hair, she kissed my cheek before getting up and taking care of the garbage and leftovers. I sat sipping my iced coffee, when Larissa returned she smiled seeing me with my chocolate mocha raspberry and blood infused coffee.

"You worked up quite a thirst didn't you baby?"

I nodded and she smirked blushing. She lowered the collar on her shirt, I shook my head,

"Baby I can't, I don't know if I'd be able to stop"

Larissa pouted,

"Don't give me that sappy Edward Cullen bullshit, I know you, your stronger then you think, and I'm offering"

She straddled my lap and kissed my neck, I set my coffee aside, and she exposed her pulse point to me, I blushed my nails biting into the mattress.

"Please don't darling"

That caught Larissa’s attention, she climbed off my lap and covered her neck, she caressed my face,

"What is it love? Why not?"

I flushed,

"In drinks it's fine, but taking it from the source, I just-im not ready...I know I did at the hospital, but I didn't have a say in it and I can't consciously do this to you"

Larissa looked at me with so much love and understanding she kissed me softly, a blush spreading on her cheeks,

"I love it when your open and soft with me"

It was my turn to blush, we spent the evening together snuggling and kissing and then it was time to get ready, I awoke from a nap and Larissa was gone a note on the night stand saying to be ready by six pm. I got up and showered. I took my time willing my body to relax , I was anxious and had never been to a dance ever. I had skipped my proms and homecoming, something I never really regretted but not getting ready I was anxious. I wanted it to be perfect, Larissa had told me how the Rave'N had always been a bitter sweet memory for her, I dried off. And slipped on a matching lingerie set, I looked over my reflection in the mirror. For once since having the twins I felt sexy confident even, I did my makeup; a smokey eye , full contour and soft blush paired with a subtle lip color. I was listening to music while I got ready. I had shaved everything and was applying moisturizer before slipping on my nylons. With my nylons on and makeup and hair done, I stepped into my dress using a coat hanger to zip it up. It fit perfectly, hugging my every curve like a glove and complimenting my shape, it was black with a nude fabric underneath it, as if I were only wearing lace. The top was a sweet heart neck line, with a low back and plenty of cleavage exposed, it was clearly expensive and coture. Larissa always had an eye for fashion, I smiled slipping on the accessories she had picked for it and my heels, grabbing a small clutch. I heard Larissa call me from downstairs,

"Darling I'm here, are you ready?"

I spritzed on the perfume I knew drove Larissa wild and made my way carefully down the steps. Larissa looked stunning, a dazzling smile on her face, she had on a beautiful suit with a corset top that complimented her shape and long legs, she was holding a corsage, I pulled the boutenir I had purchased out of the fridge and delicately pinned it to her suit coats lapel.

"You look absolutely stunning"

I gushed kissing her softly, she smiled quietly drinking in my form, her hands teasingly traced my curves and I bit my lip to suppress a moan she smirked,

"You my dear are a work of art, and as much as I love this dress on you, I want to see it in a pile on our floor"

I gasped and a pleased rumble emitted from her throat, she kissed the column of my throat, and guided me outside her hand on my back, and opened the car door for me, drinking in the view as I dipped down to get in the vehicle. When she climbed into our vehicle, her hand on my thigh she drew teasing circles in the fabric of my gown. When we arrived at the Academy she lead me inside, she stroked my back, and passed off our tickets. We entered in their were already so many students in the ball room, they were dancing and laughing and almost as soon as we arrived their attention turned to us. Wednesday and Enid immediately came over they complimented us both, Enid gushed over my dress, she had a on a soft grey blue dress, and Wednesday had on a simple black pair of dress pants a shirt with a tie of a similar shade. Students approached us in a similar fashion throughout the night complimenting us, the decor and thanking Larissa for throwing the dance. Eventually a slow song played, I was filling up a drink at the punch bowl, when I felt her arms embrace me. I sighed contentedly,

"Darling, dance with me?"

I blushed as red as the punch and Larissa smiled,

"It will be like at our wedding, I'll guide you through it"

I nodded softly, she guided me over to the ballroom floor, that was all but empty it would seem the students did not care for slow dances. Larissa planted her hands firmly on the small of my back, and I held her shoulders, she smirked softly, and I sang to her while we danced. The students watched and took pictures, recorded, us dancing, and then the song changed to something a bit more suggestive. I went to move away, and Larissa pulled me flush against her, I blushed a small yelp escaping me. She giggled purring seductively, she manipulated my body on the dance floor with ease. Dipping me low and kissing my neck,

"Ris there's children, your students, we are not alone"

Larissa mocked a bite to my throat, and when she tilted her head back, she had shifted her eyes a golden color and fake blood ran from her lips. Now I understood the dances theme, a vampire ball. The students clapped and she shifted back to normal, I blushed my face red, Larissa smirked,

"A round of applause for my wife, who was an unknowing participant in my little performance"

The students clapped and I turned an even brighter shade of red, eventually the dance ended and the students had cleaned up everything and gone to their dorms. It was just Larissa and I, with the DJ, she walked over to him whispering something softly, and we slow danced to the song that played at our wedding. I began to tear up, as Larissa guided me about the dance floor, she kissed me delicately on the lips. We paid the DJ, and when he left we locked up the ballroom and went to the new house, Larissa lifted me out of the car and carried me over the threshold, she kissed me passionately and I moaned.

Larissa locked the door behind us and guided me to our master bedroom, she unzipped my dress and hung it up in the closet and did the same with her suit, she bit her lip admiring my body in the lingerie.

She raked her eyes a long my form and couldn't suppress the guttural moan that pulled from her throat, I flushed whimpering, I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped my panties aside gently stroking my folds, teasingly slow. Her eyes traced my movement and her perfectly manicured brows furrowed,

"What exactly do you think your doing?"

I stopped and blushed, she sauntered over to me confidence in every step, she tilted my chin up to meet her gaze. I opened my mouth to speak and her thumb traced my lip, she smirked her tongue flicking out to wet her teeth.

"Use your words pet"

I practically shuddered with arousal at the nickname, and she hummed her eyes glazed over with lust as she lengthened her cock, shifting her anatomy, I sputtered. And she smirked,

"I- I- Ris I need you"

Larissa hummed in quiet thought, gently caressing my face before lightly slapping it and choking me, the actions through me off balance and instantly I felt arousal flood my core. She snickered sadistically,

"Awe poor baby, mommy hasn't even touched you yet, and your already speechless,that's to bad. Mommy's just gonna have to fuck her little bunny dumb, isn't she?"

I moaned at her words a sense of shame filling me, she gently pushed me back on the bed, she tugged down my soaked thong with a single digit, I whimpered at the feeling of her hands so close to where I desperately needed her. She removed my bra, and kissed me slowly, teasing every inch of my skin with her lips tongue and teeth, she sent sparks of electricity through every neuron and synapse, a fire bloomed and burned within my stomach. She was absolutely maddening and deliberate with her every movement, a smirk played on soft beautiful lips,

"What's wrong bunny, feeling desperate?"

I could tell from the playful lilt in her tone that she wanted me to beg, and I was in dire need of release, so I begged and pleaded with her. She smiled,

"Oh honey that's all you had to do,spread for mommy"

I spread my legs and practically screamed when I felt her fingers make contact with my clit she hummed and moaned,

"That's it such a good little whore for mommy, my perfect little fuck bunny"

She sucked hickeys into my skin, marking me up completely, when finally she slid her cock inside of me she growled and I whimpered. Something within both of us snapped and in a blur of flesh and the sound of the smqcking of wet forcefully colliding, we climaxed, orgasming in sync. Fully enraptured within one another's arms she collapsed on top of me and I through the blanket over us.

"I love you Larissa Weems"

She hummed sleepily kissing me gently,

"I love you to bunny"

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Well I hope you'll enjoy this chapter, I'm hoping to get a chapter of "I will love you through it all" written and posted as well. I appreciate your patience with me and your support.

As always let me know what you think, and if there's anything you'd like to see, I appreciate it!! ❤️

@winterfireblond @weemssapphic @weemswife @propertyofmilfs @pro-weems-places @larissaoftarthweems @vii-v @o1iviac1aire @barbarasstar @milfsloverblog @gwens0girl @gwens0girl @gwenzone @larissaweemsismywife

#wlw smut #fanfic #larissa weems #fanfiction #smut #y/n x Larissa Weems #ficlet

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cubesugarss · 10 months

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twitter broken so i'm going to introduce an ALKALOID-centric soccer AU i've had in my head for a while!

This AU includes every character in ES. The teams are split up by agency! ALKALOID are the newest members of Starmaker Production's team, and they are.. quite a bunch!

HIIRO AMAGI - #1 - FORWARD

An extremely talented player with incredible willpower, despite being a complete newbie to soccer. Starpro is his first time playing on a team.

Lacks in game sense and technique but makes it up with his explosive speed and physical strength. He has a very reckless playing style; oftentimes, upon receiving the ball, he does not pass to anyone else and instead dribbles directly towards the goal, no matter where he is on the field (it works sometimes).

Has a surprisingly accurate & dangerous shot.

Despite being a first-year player on starpro, he improves so quickly that he becomes a starting player by their first game of the season (which makes Aira feel all sorts of things).

Starpro top 3 goal scorer. A good chunk of them are from Mayoi's assists. They work very well together

His teammates say he is very easy to work with because he has a very loud voice.

AIRA SHIRATORI - #10 - WING DEFENDER

An average player who has been playing since middle school but could never manage to stand out.

Was initially very wary about joining the team, as he did not particularly want to continue the sport into high school due to past experiences, but something held him back from quitting. He gives Starpro a chance in hopes that it will change his mindset for the better.

Lacks in physical strength and technique but has good endurance and game sense. A very careful player who lacks assertiveness, which is his downfall.

The only member of ALKALOID who does not become a starting player by their first game. His teammates tell him that he has time to improve since he's the youngest on the team, but it doesn't sit right with him.

Has a very intense girl rivalry with Hiiro.

MAYOI AYASE - #8 - MIDFIELD

A mysterious but incredibly skilled player who, like Hiiro, has never played on a team before Starpro.

A very versatile player who can play any position besides goalkeeper, but excels as a wing midfielder due to his speed. He also has very strong technique and makes very smart plays.

Almost all of his experience came from watching recordings of professional players. He is very talented and passionate about the sport, but never had the opportunity to play with an actual team.

Often gets very nervous before games, being unable to think about anything else several hours or even days before they happen. However, once he steps on the field, his teammates often say that he becomes a completely different person.

He and Hiiro are often grouped together as Starpro's "golden newbies".

Likes to braid ALKALOID's hair before games. He buys them matching accessories.

TATSUMI KAZEHAYA - #6 - GOALKEEPER

Reimei Academy's former star player. He previously had given up on playing after sustaining a serious leg injury. His return as part of ALKALOID came as a surprise to many

Became Starpro's starting goalkeeper after Eichi Tenshouin became unable to play for an extended period of time. He has very big shoes to fill, but is able to shoulder his responsibility (most of the time).

Incredible game sense, technique and physical strength. He can punt longer than 50 yards very easily. His strongest quality is his ability to remain level-headed in any situation.

Wears a sleeve over his injured leg; it occasionally flares up in pains. He has a bad habit of playing through these pains, which will come back to bite him in the future.

NOTES

Their jersey numbers are based on the enstars 7th anniversary playing cards merch!

Like in !! main story, ALKALOID are initially accepted into Starpro as an opportunity for them to prove themselves as soccer players & to make their mark as quickly as possible to avoid being kicked off the team. Good luck soldiers

I hope to post more about this AU once I have actual jersey designs! Thank u for reading <3

#alkaloid #enstars soccer au #enstars #hiiro amagi #aira shiratori #mayoi ayase #tatsumi kazehaya #⭑ tea rambles #sorry for my. wall of text

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ghosty-writing · 11 months

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Death Note One-Shot(?)

A duel POV between Light and L, detailing their manipulative relationship with each other.

Word Count: 1,562

Rating: G

Warnings: Manipulation, Brief mentions of gore

– • –

It was almost laughably easy.

From the moment Light met Ryuga– Ryuzaki– no, L, he could tell the detective could be bought. Not with money or favours, no. That would be too obvious. L could be bought with love.

The first time, it had been an accident. While walking around the University campus, Light accidentally let his hand brush L’s. It was a split second of barely-there contact, but it was enough. L and Light were just about matched when it came to masking their emotions, but that made them excellent at reading each other. So when L’s cowed gait paused for a fraction of a millisecond and his voice cracked at that moment, Light knew what he needed to do.

He had to keep it slow. Working over L wasn’t like seducing Misa. Misa would do anything Light asked of her, no questions asked. Her devotion was undoubted. But L was not like that. His distrustful nature caused him to scrutinise every one of Light’s actions, innocuous or not. The looming “Kira percentage” hung over his head like a noose. But even a noose was made of rope.

And Light had the sharpest scissors around.

For this to work properly, Light kept their relationship platonic. But the promise of something more held thick in the air. He made that quite clear. The small graze of kneecaps while sitting close to one another, an occasional complement of his intellect, the very rare arm around his shoulder, all of which he knew made L weak. Everyone else may be fooled, but Light wasn’t.

Soon, L became the primary instigator of their physical contact. He became increasingly touchy as time went on, actively reaching out for Light’s comfort. Friendly pats and shoves turned into a constant vice grip on Light’s sleeve, careful banter turned into intelligent conversation and debate. All according to plan.

After Light and Misa’s confinement, things had changed, though. While of course, he couldn’t remember the Death Note or his role as Kira, Light continued his objective. Something in him knew he needed to get closer. But L’s idea with the handcuffs only made it easier. Sometimes Light wondered if he did it on purpose. But it doesn't matter. It would all turn out the way he wanted in the end.

While their relationship remained ambiguous for now, Light was sure that would change soon.

“Light,” L’s voice remained steady, as always, “Are you… ready for bed?” He clutched a laptop in that odd way of his, pinched between his forefingers and thumbs, which couldn’t have been easy with the device’s weight.

“‘Bed?’ That’s a first for you, Ryuzaki.” He commented, spinning towards L in his chair. Light chuckled, “What’s going on?” ‘Ask about his feelings. Act concerned.’ That voice in the back of his head said.

L looked up at the ceiling, remaining in silence for several quiet seconds. He bit his bottom lip tentatively before speaking, “It is 1:42 AM, Light. All the rest of the Task Force have returned to their residences. Usually you insist upon us returning to our room by 10:00 PM– no later. You’ve indulged me tonight. I would like to return the favour, per se. You’re only human. You depend on sleep.”

A crease formed upon his hair-covered brow, tensing at the word human. He was obviously looking for a reaction from the man he presumed to be Kira.

Light didn’t give him what he wanted. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.” He stood from his chair, powering down his computer. A few steps forward and he landed mere inches from L’s face. On purpose, of course.

If L didn’t stand with such awful posture, the two would be about the same height, perhaps even taller. But like this, Light looked down at him, a gentle played smile on his face. He didn’t miss when L stared down at those lips.

“Well?” Light laughed when L remained transfixed, “Are we going to bed or not?”

L stared a moment longer, “Yes, of course.” Unceremoniously, he whipped around and started out the door, dragging Light with him.

Hook, line, and sinker.

– • –

L is not a stupid man. Quite the contrary, in fact. He’s literally the smartest man in the world. L holds the position of the top three best detectives to have ever lived. He’s solved countless cases in mere weeks that officials couldn’t in years.

But if he really is all that, why couldn’t he figure out Light Yagami?

The teenager, only two years his junior, could somehow manipulate him into whatever this was. L did not– could not make attachments. Anyone who got close to him more often than not suffered for it. He trained his mind out of feelings like love or care for another human being so long ago. But it all went down the drain when he met Light.

L had never been one to appreciate physical attractiveness or charm (most serial killers were extremely attractive and charming men, after all) until he first laid eyes upon the chief’s son in real life. Watching Light over cameras in his room was one thing, pure investigation– clinical. Then, on stage at the To-Oh University entrance ceremony, he set eyes upon that (for lack of a better term) god-like smile. L instantly understood why so many girls fell head-over-heels for him.

If Light really did end up being Kira, L didn’t know what he’d do.

Then, when Light started to initiate closer contact, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, grabbing his hand over a table to show him something, L started to short-circuit. Completely blue-screen for a few seconds.

L knew he was being played, to an extent. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew getting close to Light was a poor decision. As nice as the other man’s comfort felt, a more rational part of him vied to pull away and yell at him, scream “I know you’re Kira, Light! Quit the act already and tell me what you want!”

Of course, he couldn’t say that. It was much too direct and would probably only worsen his situation. So unfortunately, the less rational, more emotional part of L he thought had long been dead, resurrected and possessively wrapped his arms around Light like a child refusing to let go of a toy. But for now, he kept it under wraps. Out of sight, out of mind.

“You’ve acted odd today, Ryuzaki.” Light popped into the corner of his vision, emerging from their shared bathroom. The handcuff on his wrist pulled taut from their distance.

L raised a brow, “Have I?” He typed away at his laptop, perched under the covers in their bed.

“Yes.” Crossing to the other side of the bed, Light methodically pulled the sheets down, folding them back without a crease in sight. L could not understand how he stayed so meticulous this sleep-deprived. “First, you hardly talk at the Task Force meeting, then you hardly eat all day, and now you’re the one insisting we head to bed. On a normal day, I have to drag you kicking and screaming to even get you out of the office.”

“Incorrect. I do not kick nor scream. I merely don’t function on the same amount of sleep as other people.” He did not look up when Light settled beside him, folding his hands behind his head. If he gazed upon those near-perfect cheekbones in the dim light of the lamp, L would simply never recover. He focused on the spreadsheet he was typing.

Light let out an exasperated sigh, nudging him with an elbow. “That’s not an answer to my question.”

“You never asked one.”

“Well– It was implied.”

“Please learn to speak plainly, Light. You are well aware I am not adept at social cues.” Click clack click clack.

Light groaned, “You’re really insufferable, you know, right? I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He put a hand over L’s, putting an end to his work. “If you’re feeling sick, you should really rest. Kira will still be there in the morning.”

“You sound quite certain about that,” L kept his focus on the computer, although he had stopped typing anything. Deflect. Deflect. “How will you know Kira will be there in the morning? It almost seems like you want me to be sick…”

Light threw his hands in the air, the chain whooshing up in front of L’s face. “Alright, whatever– Be like that. God forbid I try to help once in a while, jeez.” And the wall went right back up, separating their minds once again. L usually had no trouble reading people– Matsuda called him a “human lie detector”– but Light was different. Light’s psyche was one he simply couldn’t crack, and for seemingly no reason. But for some reason, it felt like the other boy could stare right into L’s very soul. Sooner or later, he expected to be dead because of it.

Visions of Light reaching into his chest and tearing out his heart danced through his mind. Honestly, if Light really did do it, L probably wouldn’t object. And that’s scary.

Light rolled over in bed, facing away from him. L continued to click clack away at his keyboard all the night, only pausing a few times to listen to Light breathe.

And improvement from last night, at least.

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Thanks so much for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated, as I’m just getting started posting my writing! I may write more of this AU(?) if this gets enough attention/I get motivated, so keep an eye out for that…

Love you all! <3

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For the past two years, my partner and I have spent October watching horror movies. Some are films we know, others are new to us. Each year, we try to theme the movies; 2021 had Undead October (all vampires, zombies, and ghosts), and 2022 had Otherworldly October (all threats from space or other planes of reality).

2023’s theme? Kingtober - all movies based on stories by Stephen King.

We try to watch a movie everyday, but sometimes life gets in the way. The last two years, we’ve ended up with around 21 movies watched. We’re just shy of three weeks in, and up to 14 movies.

Our reviews so far:

(Note: these reviews are our opinions. As always, your mileage and tastes may vary.)

Movie 1: Carrie (1976). Stephen King’s first published novel, the first film adaptation of his work, and one of the best. The direction and cinematography is fantastic, and while maybe not scary, it tells a tragic tale of a girl victimized on all sides. Highly recommended. A.

Movie 2: The Shining (1980). I’m a fan of the book, and… I have notes. I’m with King on this one - Kubrick did not make a good adaptation. He has a great sense of framing shots, but no sense of humanity. Jack’s slide into madness feels more like a facade cracking. C at best.

(Yeah, that one’s going to be controversial. I know it’s a very famous film, and Kubrick is a director with vision, but I don’t feel like he gets people well. Also knowing what he did to Shelley Duvall makes it hard to watch her scenes.)

Movie 3: Doctor Sleep (2019). An intriguing sequel to The Shining, and you definitely need to have seen that film to appreciate the visuals in this one. Better characters, but a far more complex plot that doesn’t quite fire on all cylinders. Decent use of Chekov’s boxes, though. A high B-.

Movie 4: Silver Bullet (1985). A passable popcorn werewolf movie. Good story (Cycle of the Werewolf is a good novella) marred by some rough acting, uneven pacing, and some really bad effects. I’m guessing they didn’t have Rick Baker werewolf money. A solid C+, and very watchable.

Movie 5: Cat’s Eye (1985). A perfectly serviceable anthology with two thrillers based on short stories, and one new kid’s fantasy/horror story. Really only marred by horrible synth music. It would get a B, but Drew Barrymore gets flipped off by a troll, so it gets an automatic A+.

Movie 6: The Dead Zone (1983). One of the best King adaptations so far, easily up there with Carrie. David Cronenberg is a fantastic director, and he and Christopher Walken tell Johnny Smith’s tragic story of unwanted psychic visions with craft and grace. This one gets a solid A.

Movie 7: Creepshow (1982). George Romero and Stephen King’s homage to old EC horror comics. It’s intentionally campy and wonderfully stylish, with vivid colors and dark comedy throughout. Good use of animated interludes, which really drives home the comic book feel. A fun B+.

Movie 8: Christine (1983). The tale of a boy and his evil, possessed, regenerating murder car. John Carpenter does a great job adapting the book to film, and has some fantastic shots, the best of which is Christine in flames chasing a bully down like the devil itself. Another solid A.

Movie 9: Children of the Corn (1984). Wow, this movie was bad. Poor pacing, terrible effects, high-school-level acting, multiple characters making dumb decisions, and odd exposition kids ruin what is otherwise a neat concept. Such a letdown after the last two films. D-.

Movie 10: It (2017). This one was solid, a very good adaptation. It did a good job of ratcheting up the terror, making you want to see how It was going to mess with the members of the Losers Club, and had good character arcs too. Let’s hope Part 2 holds up as well. This one gets an A.

Movie 11: It Part 2 (2019). So, yeah, the follow-up was just about as good as the first one. Excellent pacing with moments to breathe and laugh between the horrors, and a surprising amount to say about trauma and healing. Maybe a bit overlong, but still good. B+.

Movie 12: Graveyard Shift (1990). A movie about an old textile mill with one hell of a rat problem. This one is both over- and under-acted at the same time, and the lead has zero presence or charisma. Mildly entertaining, though, in a campy way. Still better than Children of the Corn. C-.

Movie 13: 1408 (2007). One skeptical writer vs. the most evil room ever. Purely psychological/paranormal horror, and excellently written and acted. Lots of fake outs and mean-spirited twists in this smallest of haunted houses. Among the best we’ve watched so far, and an easy A.

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Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 6: Hint of the Century

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Content warnings: Usual COD content (violence, torture, death, guns), mutual pining, back from the dead, friends to allies to lovers, Reader is GN, some use of Rory.

Chapter 5 // Masterlist // AO3 Version // Chapter 7

There were two main reasons behind “Nerve” becoming your nickname around base twenty years ago: you had a lot of it, and you could get on anyone’s. As you rose through to the rank of Captain, you attempted to sever your nerves and burn them so you couldn’t feel anything anymore. But you’d just exposed their ends. Sometimes you were grateful, because your humanity made you a better soldier, reminded you of why you did this fucking horrendous job. However, today, it meant you were exposed to more pain from anyone who noticed and exploited it. You didn’t think Price would be one of those, using his history with you to call you by your name, expose you on the battlefield and in front of the Sergeant you’d reprimanded for feelings you also had. For the love of God, did he have no pity?

Your heart was hammering, sending your breath out of sync with the rest of you for a few seconds before you regained command of your senses.

“Anyone got eyes on Čiernik?” You asked down the comms as you shot down yet another of your opposition. These guys were coming out of the walls, you could’ve sworn.

“Negative, Cap. Taking the top level now,” was your reply, from Chance still leading your charge.

Meeting the barrel of Bravo team’s leader’s gun, you let Ghost lower his weapon instead of pushing it away whilst you replied, “Block the stairways, and get me eyes outside. He’s not getting out of this building unless it’s with us.”

Four more spots were cleared before you made it up onto the roof-terrace. A vacant table and chairs sat beneath an obsolete umbrella. A gentle breeze blew as you surveyed Nemšiná, still as soulless as it was when passing through. It inspired a dull pride that your work was finally paying off. All those yearsČiernik spent building his arsenal and you were ploughing through it like toy soldiers beneath your boots.

You heard Bronze over the wind picking up and blustering around your gear, “Sierra-7, this is Sierra-10. Building is cleared but no sign of Čiernik.”

“Copy that, Sierra-10. Begin reconnaissance.”

There wasn’t any sign of Shepherd either, you noted. Despite the obvious collaboration and the fact that this was Shepherd’s property, you’d yet to find something here that indicated he had ever been to it.

“Bravo team, Sierra team. We are all clear, but Čiernik’s location is still unknown. Search the place for intel and any signs as to where he might’ve gone.”

Maybe he was hiding in the walls.

Bravo team dispersed beneath your feet, back down the levels to the rest of the rooms, leaving just you with Ghost to sift through the room that connected to the stairwell to the roof. There was nothing besides the cabinet that covered one of the walls entirely but the contents of the cabinet were plenty. Ghost handed you a file labelled “Expenses 2022” and you began to sift through the most recent of entries – Excel spreadsheets mostly with precious little annotated after they were released from a printer.

A flare of ache arced through your side and you pressed against it as tenderly as you could.

“You alright?”

Your head swung round to face Price with all the calmness you could manage, “Fine. How’s the head?”

“Still a bit stiff.”

You snorted at his Hot Fuzz reference, spying behind him a laptop bag tucked at the back of an open cupboard. Ghost met your gaze then grabbed it down. You offered your black box from your pack, but instead he passed the laptop over.

“Ghost, a word?” Price nodded behind him. The two men trailed off, leaving you to get started on loading up the laptop. It would at least be a bit faster seeing if it had anything useful than the paper copies. Tapping in your key, the loading screen popped up, ready to transfer all its contents to your server.

Only one pair of steps returned to the room, and you could tell who by the gait and weight.

“Where’s Ghost?” You asked without turning.

“Coordinating on the second floor.”

“We don’t need two Captains in one tiny room.”

“Not even when I’ve got you a present?” You were hoping it was intel, but you were still receptive of the ice pack he crushed and tossing over, which you caught one-handed, “Chance said you ran into a sledgehammer?”

“If anything, it ran into me,” You snipped back. A sigh crawled out your mouth as the instant coolness spread through your shirt and onto your sore torso. Allowing yourself the luxury of slumping, you leant your free hand on the desk beside the laptop, staring at the loading bar filling up at a snail’s pace. “Ta.”

“Don’t mention it,” Price moved beside you.

“You find anything else?”

“Nothing interesting.”

As you plugged your black box into the laptop and began unlocking it, you noticed Price’s hands as he pressed both nearby to lean in at the laptop screen. His watch was off and so were his gloves, revealing on his wrist what – to any other onlooker – appeared to be a shit tattoo of a shit firework. The faded fuzzy diagram of a nerve cell, ripped straight out of a biology textbook and inked onto his skin forever, made your gut twist.

“You alright?”

A shiver passed across from your right shoulder to your left. You pretended it was caused by the icepack.

“Peachy keen,” You tore your stare from his tattoo and focused on not clocking yours, Sick with hypocrisy, imagined Crash downstairs still torturing herself over what you’d said to her.

“I want you on the first floor and update me on the status of the teams. And don’t call me Nerve again.”

Price’s hands pulled his gloves back on, settling onto his gun, “Of course. Sorry. You know what they say about old habits.”

Fuck’s sake, you couldn’t help but love him, whether he called you by Nerve or by name, whether he was here, abandoning you, or ordering you to leave him for dead. Blinking rapidly, you checked the progress on your black box whilst flicking back another tab in the “Expenses” folder over the sound of his boots hitting the stairs.

A pattern under “Properties” caught your gaze: Nemšinian postcodes and house numbers, one after the other, listed with their worth in the following column and a serial number in the next. Your black box was almost complete; you’d be able to sort those codes in a few minutes.

“Sir, we’ve got incoming on all sides from Nemšiná. Five group, and they brought their night vision this time.”

Folding up the laptop and slotting into your pack, you replied, “Bravo team, head to the east; Sierra team, go to the south exit. That’s the closest to the outskirts and we can take whatever heat they bring.”

As you scaled down the stairs, a shot fired through the wall in front of you. You ducked out of the way of the second and third shot, then saw the empty handgun slide through the open door. You burst in to take out your hostile and was greeted by a sight: one of Sierra team on the ground, a trap door beside a wardrobe and scuff marks on the floorboards, and two open French windows – to the balcony you’d seen Čiernik lounging on just an hours before.After finding no heartbeat in your comrade’s neck and ripping off their tags, you glanced out of the door.

Čiernik was shimmying down the damn drainpipe and already halfway to the ground. Ahead, you saw his reinforcements coming through the front gate.

Over the ledge, you followed swiftly after, using the brickwork to aid your descent. A quick assessment of the drop failed you and you cursed at your knees’ response to dropping down onto the patio.

Shots fired from your twelve and one tore through your left bicep, shredding apart the muscles and blood vessels. Ducking behind a giant cement plant pot (that housed a palm tree of all things), you clung to the wound, shuffling until your back hit the vehicle before you ripped off your belt and wrung it around, pulling it taut. Another shot caught your ear but what got your attention was the hiss of air and the collision of gear and a gun with the concrete.

In the open back door, Chance was face down. She wasn’t moving for cover or to retrieve her weapon. Rolling onto your front, you dragged yourself along the grass, smearing the jade blades with scarlet as you crawled to the nearby planter. Your hand waited until the gunfire was aimed at the upper floors to clamp down on the toe of her boot and haul her across the patio. Her neck was narrowly missed by another bullet just as you got her completely in cover, where you flipped her onto her back and revealed the blood pooling fast on her abdominal, soaking her uniform. As you pressed down to slow the gush of blood, staining your hands red in the patio light, you felt the air stirring then whipping around you, the telltale breeze from a helicopter flying overhead.

“Chance? You hear me?” You spoke loudly, bent over to reach her ear, then you addressed your team, “This is Sierra-7, by the front entrance with Sierra-4 -gunshot wound to the stomach, require urgent assistance.”

A shadow darkened over the wound. You looked up just in time to see an armed masked unfamiliar a few feet away, his automatic weapon aimed directly at you.

“Found them.”

The butt of his gun smacked against your cheekbones, sending you sprawling onto the dusty ground. Disorientated, you were yanked up by the scruff of your neck and dragged away from your teammate. Arms trying to reach back for Chance, your legs Bambi’ed beneath you, unable to push you into standing. At the gate, you were held still only for the amount of time it took them to threw a sack and yank the drawstring tightly around your neck. Then you were tossed the back of a vehicle and, as it swerved off to the right, you wheezed out a breath and lost total track of your consciousness.

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AN: OOOOooo! We've reached the halfway point of this fic. Can't wait for MW3 to come out and ruin my life (as if it didn't do enough of that the first time). Thank you to the folks sending me their thoughts and theories; you've really helped keep me writing. Especially those about the callsigns, the parallels of Price + Nerve versus Gaz + Crash. I've given you some more theory fodder this chapter plus this hint: Captain Price's Access Code.

Taglist: @mockerycrow and @entertain-my-lvst

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