#he tells u to travel to stay young

[l1tw1ck]

dean winchester consumes my mind LAWDDD I beg for anything with that man, surviving off of scraps looking for more top male reader x dean 🤕

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No Longer a Mentor

Sub!Bottom Dean Winchester x Top!Male Reader

☆ Word Count: 1,512 ☆

After spending his young adult years with you, his mentor, more than his father, Dean found himself falling for you. He eventually made a move and forever changed the dynamic of your relationship

🕯️: well luckily for u, i just finished this draft :3

CW: Age Gap, First Time Bottoming, Blowjob, Fingering, Frottage (Sort Of), Creampie

Dean’s known you for a couple years, you're a friend of his dad’s and a fellow hunter. You became his mentor in place of his father, who often hunted on his own and left Dean in your care. You liked to stay in your state since the area was basically a supernatural magnet while his father preferred to travel the country so he chose you to finally allow Dean to stay in one place for more than a week. If you were anybody else, Dean would've been annoyed that his dad didn't take him along despite his age and experience. Instead of going to college, Dean spent those years learning to hunt with his father and mostly you. Thanks to all the time you spend with each other, his allegiance to you is almost stronger than his allegiance to his father. He hangs on your every word and treats you like a god. It's thanks to you that he finally accepted his bisexuality. But he doesn't want to tell you that.

He first started feeling differently towards you when you started to become more physical with him. You often hold onto his shoulder with your strong hand or pull him out of the way by his waist and it drives him crazy. He so desperately wants to feel your hands on other parts of his body and vice versa. Your voice makes him weak in the knees and you sound especially attractive when you've found your prey. You're much older than him but he can't get rid of his feelings for you. He tries his best to be content with just having a crush.

After you two had dinner, you decided to drink with him. The two of you laughed and talked over a few cans of beer and deepened your relationship further.

“You ever been in a relationship, [Name]?” Dean asks, slightly tipsy.

“A few. I mostly slept around in my college years and experimented a bit with other hunters but in the end I decided to marry my job instead.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to marry someone I could tell everything to so I tried dating within my circle but none of the hunters seemed to click with me in the ways that really matter.”

“That makes sense…then you probably haven't…” He trails off.

“I probably haven't what?”

“Had sex…lately……”

You laugh. “No, I haven't. Honestly, I think getting laid would really help me. It's been a rough couple weeks.”

“I…” Dean gulps. “I could help with that….if you don't mind…….being with a guy..”

You look at him in surprise. “You're drunk.”

“I’ve only had two cans and a half…You know I don't get drunk that fast.”

You look at him differently, no longer with the eyes of a mentor. “You’ll bottom?”

Dean nods.

You smile in amusement. “I might be a little rough, can you handle that?”

He nods again, more enthusiastically this time.

“Come here.” You motion for him to come over to your side of the table. He stands in front of you. “Kneel.” You order. Dean immediately kneels, his cock steadily growing in size. You unbuckle your belt and pull down your underwear. Dean stares at your cock in awe, body heating up as he watches you jerk it to its true size.

“Fuck. You’re big.” He breathes out.

“Too big?”

“I can handle it.” He says, licking his lips.

“Attaboy.” You run your hands through his hair. Dean blushes. “Ever done this before?”

“Never..” His eyes are trained on your length.

“Is this your first time with a man?”

“Yeah…”

Your gaze changes. Dean shivers in arousal. “How long have you wanted this?”

“A long time…I’ve been…fingering myself, in case we….” He looks away.

You grin, turned on by the thought of that. “You'll have to show me that some day.”

Dean’s face gets redder.

“Now, let me see how you suck cock.”

He's so hard right now. He opens his mouth and slowly swallows your length. He makes a dragged out moan in pleasure as he feels your thickness enter him. Pre cum leaks out of his cock as he imagines how it’ll feel in his ass. He bobs his head up and down enthusiastically, mimicking his past girlfriends by simultaneously swirling his tongue around your shaft.

“Fuck–” You moan. “That's it– good boy.”

Words can't express how happy Dean gets when you praise him.

“You're better at this than I expected, baby.” You smile at his cuteness. He can't hide how pleased he is. “You like sucking dick, don't you? I never thought you’d be a cock slut, Dean.”

He moans. He’ll happily be your cock slut. He pulls away and licks your length in a very sexy way, gaining more confidence thanks to his elevated horniess. “I love your cock, sir.”

“Of course, you’re my cock slut.” You press your hand against his cheek. “Stand up and take your clothes off, I wanna use your other hole.”

Dean’s cock throbs even more. He stands up and quickly removes his clothes, shivering under your hungry and lustful gaze. You pat your lap and he quickly sits on top of you, your shafts pressed against each other.

You grope his ass. “I don’t have any lube..” You trail off, mesmerized by his soft butt.

“I already fingered myself earlier.” He smiles.

“Good boy.” You praise him. “Then spit’ll be enough. Say ‘ah’.” You bring two fingers into Dean’s mouth. He sucks on your fingers in the sluttiest way he can before you take them out and gently push one of your saliva covered fingers inside his soft hole. You give him a moment before adding the second, then you start to finger him.

Dean lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. “[Name]~” He arches his back and subconsciously thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against yours. “Your- yours feel so- fuck~” He groans. “So much better!”

You moan as well thanks to the sudden friction. You bring him into a sloppy kiss, the temperature between the two of you steadily rising. Dean pulls away first, more desperate for air, and presses his forehead against your shoulder. “Don't stop– mm- gonna come~” He whimpers. Your fingers find his prostate, an immediate gasp of pleasure leaving Dean’s lips. He throws his head back. “There! Yes!” He moans, grinding against your cock even faster. The combination of his moans, his expression, and his cock against yours all contribute to bringing you to closer your orgasm.

Dean comes first, cum splattering over the two of you. Yours comes second thanks to the amazing look on Dean’s face.

“You're so fucking sexy, Dean, you know that?” You take your fingers out and knead his ass.

“I know.” He gives you a kiss. “I want you inside me.”

You lift Dean up and slowly lower him down on your cock. You both let out noises of pleasure as you penetrate him. He bites down on his lip, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his ass stretching to accommodate your girth. Once you bottom out, you give him time to get used to it. “Your cunt feels fucking amazing.” You groan. It's hard to hold yourself back but thankfully for you, Dean has no intention of waiting any longer. He places his hands on your shoulders and starts riding you. He quickly loses his momentum as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. You help him out by grabbing his waist and doing the work for him, allowing Dean to fully enjoy himself.

He knew anal sex would feel good, especially because it's anal sex with you, but he never really had an idea of how good it’d feel until now. Now he's completely blissed out and only able to moan like a slut. It's especially thanks to your quick and rough speed that he's unable to think properly. You couldn't get yourself to go slower even if you tried. His ass just feels way too good.

“Your ass is perfect, Dean–” You groan. “So fucking good-” You hold him and stand up then gently place him on the table after clearing it of the empty cans. You rut into him like a monster, so horny that you feel like you could fuck him all night. You can never get enough of him.

Dean arches his back and shakes as ropes of cum spurt out of his dick. You know you should stop, or at least slow down, but you can't. “‘M sorry baby, fuck–” You moan, hanging your head low as you find your orgasm approaching. “‘M gonna come inside, okay? Gonna fill up your tight fucking cunt with my seed–”

Dean’s conscious enough to understand you. “Ye- yes!” He grins. He's been wanting to know what it feels like to get creampied. “Co- come inside!”

Encouraged by his words, you spill your cum into his warm and welcoming hole. Your thrusts come to a stop and the two of you start to catch your breaths.

“That…was so fucking good.” Dean says, leaning back.

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Ceil cousin and her baby both now trap in England

How would other characters outside the Phantomhive reaction will be seeing the pretty widowed mother?

Cousin Mother Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Sebastian 

is probably the one you have to watch out the most for 

He has the easiest access to you upon Ciel’s command

And he definitely sees you at your most vulnerable 

Feeding and raising your child, trying to somehow get comfortable in your new life

“My lady, you seem exhausted. If need be I would be more than happy to relieve some of your stress.”

“Humph! If you really wanted to help you’d let me leave.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Exactly so you can be of no assistance to me.”

He can outlast you 

Waiting until you either pass out from tiredness or stress

to lay your child to rest and nurse you to health

“I love how you keep me on my toes, Ms. (Y/n). But I’m persistent.”

Bardroy

He doesn’t mind the sexy mama visiting him in the kitchen to compliment throwaway his awesome food

Or if you can cook alongside him he’s even more enthused

He totally agrees with the circumstances that keep you there 

But he also understands your frustration

Something he knows not many others in the home

“Well I see why yer feelin’ trapped…”

“See?”

“But thats no reas’n ta hate the yung master. He’s only tryin’ to help.”

And without Ciel’s say-so you and your his kid are his priority

If your so insistent on going out you’ll go with him right?

Like on a little date

He likes his women stubborn so he’s willing to compete with Sebastian on this

“Well Missus would you rather take I you to the market or him?”

“Please Bardroy, Miss (Y/n) is meant to travel with me, as the young master intended.”

“I prefer to travel with Bard. Don’t you think so sweetie?”

“Yeah!”

 😠

😏

Mey-Rin

Mey-Rin is similar to Bardroy but she has loads more access to you

She handles your clothes, dirty and not 

She delivers your documents or late night meals

If she isn’t sharing the room with you she’s guarding you at night

“Ahh~Lady (Y/n)’s sleepin’ soundly, yes she is!...I’m sure she’d like it I ‘elped her massage, she would!”

She thinks your the coolest and will spend her time with you orwatchingyoufrombehindthebushes

She thinks you and your kid are so cute 

She couldn’t be happier that you can’t actually leave

Not that she’d let you

She already thinks its progessive enough that you work 

And that deserves all the praise

“Whoa mistress (Y/n) read that whole contract in such a short amount of time?! Well its just like her to be the best, yes it is!”

Finnian

Finney is happy he gets to play with your kid

Though he knows to be gentle

But he hasn’t known love until you pat him on the head,smiling “Good job, Finny.”

From then he’s like an overpowered labrador

Happily following behind you to join your kid in trying to garner your attention

When Sebastian’s not dragging him away in light of his work

He’s trying to rest his head on your lap onyourchest

Or join you in your office Bedroom

While his naivete may allow you to get away with somethings 

He always seems to recall just how sad he’d be if you tried to leave

“Miss (Y/n)....you can’t leav….no…no…I won’t let you! You have to stay with me!”

Undertaker

He’s intrigued by you

For the time he’s been alive its not everyday he finds a woman so argumentative

But of course your in the company of the abnormal anyway

He’s thrilled to find that you often join in his laughter

Or your able to banter with him which Sebastian and Ciel avoid

He often is ignored by the duo which makes it easier for him to leave an impression on you

“So ‘Miss,’ is it? Is your husband truly out the picture?”

“If you count being dead out of the picture then yes.”

“Ah then would you give me *flips his bangs up* an old crone, like me a chance?”

“U-undertaker? Y-you’re eyes are–!”

“Shhh shhh. Let’s keep that as secret, for now. But do tell may I steal you away?”

He’s had time to think about what woman want to hear 

But he doubts your willing to accept normal means

So he’ll just take you for now, only to be stolen back by Sebastian when they realize you or your son is missing

“Don’t mind the lack of space in the coffin Deary, its meant for three!”

#yandere ciel #yandere undertaker #yandere finnian #yandere mey-rin #yandere bardroy #yandere x reader #yandere sebastian #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji sebastian #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere #yanderes #yandere adrian crevan #yandere finny

[i9messi]

hi :) can u do dating messi headcanons? thank u!

Dating Young Messi

[headcanons]

I feel like at the beginning, Messi would be a little shy to talk to you. He wouldn’t know how to ask you out or what to tell you

So surely you had to take the first step

After so many conversations in which none took the first step, you asked him if he wanted to go out with you on a date

Leo clearly accepted, because there was no way he would had the courage to invite you first

The first date was lovely, he even took special attention to all your favorite things, like the food and the place

He spoke proudly of his family, his football team and his country. Hearing Lionel speak was comfortable and refreshing

He offered to take you home, and of course, being the gentleman he was, he tend to ask you a lot of questions before doing something

"Can I kiss you?"

When both kissed, it was as if everything was clear

Messi did not hesitate to invite you to see him in the next match

Lionel was very nervous and wanted to give his best, so when he saw you among all the people, he filled himself with courage and dedicated his first goal to you

The rest was history

"I think I’m falling in love with you." "You’re in love with me?" "Oh, how could I not be? I can only think of you, I’ve even told my mom about you and even she wants to meet you."

In every game you were there to support him and scream his name, knowing that he was one of the best players of the world and he always will be the best for you

You loved him with all your heart, he was a boyfriend who despite his football career and his busy calendar, always left his agenda open for you

Your dates could range from watching the sunrise from the balcony, to going on a yacht and swimming in the water

The only thing that made you feel bad were those days when Leo had to because of his job and you had to be apart. You both had a hard time staying apart.

"Can I have one more hug before I go?" "Babe, you don’t have to ask, come here..."

When he came back he reminded you how much he loved you, and that you were all he needed

On his return he brought you flowers and some gift that he said reminded him of you

"You're so pretty, I don't deserve you."

Leo bought a camera to take pictures of you, so he could have them when he had to travel

You going with him to events and helping him to put on the tie because he didn't know. Lionel used your moment of concentration to steal kisses

Now that you were a couple, he was no longer as shy as before

Your love language was totally physical and affective

Like sleepy back hugs when the other is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise

Interlacing your fingers with the other’s when they least expect it

You supported him blindly with his career, being his shoulder to cry when things didn't go as he wanted them

Lionel was 100% honest with you, besides being his girlfriend, you were also the person he trusted and believed the most

He didn't doubt that you were the only one and that he wanted to marry you someday

After a difficult match he would go straight to you, not wanting to do anything but be with you and listen to your voice, he said that your voice bring calm to him

"I just want to relax in your arms."

After dating for a while, there had come a point in your relationship where Lionel wanted to take the next step. He couldn’t wait longer to call you his wife

That man was so in love with you that he couldn’t think of anything else

You wearing his ring? God, he could blush just thinking about it

One day you went to the beach, it was a date that your boyfriend had prepared for a long time and you didn't know. He slowly started to write 'will you marry me' on the sand and when you finally figure out what he was doing you were already emotional

"You’re the only person I want to spend my life with."

You said yes, of course

You loved him so much and he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life

Messi being a great husband, someone who made you feel proud and valuable

The man was perfect and his intention was to bring you happiness

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[bethanydelleman]

AITA for allowing my daughter to go on a trip with a friend?

u/AristotleLivesInMe

My wife and I have five daughters, aged 22-16. As you can imagine, the house is constantly noisy and busy. My wife is also a big source of disorder. I tend to stay in my study away from all the chaos.

A few months ago my youngest "Lyla" was invited to travel to a seaside resort with a friend. It seemed like a golden opportunity to have some peace at home. My second eldest daughter, Beth, told me not to let her go as Lyla is very poorly behaved and Beth was worried it would reflect negatively on our family.

I did not want to deal with the whining from Lyla and her mother if I withdrew my permission. I was also hoping Lyla would be publicly embarrassed, which I really think is the only thing that would curb her behaviour.

Unfortunately, while on vacation, Lyla eloped with a man of poor character. Clearly her friend's husband was not giving her sufficient supervision. Her sister (my 4th daughter) also knew and said nothing to us. I went to try and recover her, but ultimately, Beth's boyfriend found them and paid for their marriage. So it all worked out well in the end and at no expense to myself (these young lovers won't take repayment).

I overheard some men in my home town yesterday calling me a bad father and an AH, but I can't see how this is all my fault. After all, my wife encouraged Lyla's poor behaviour, my 4th daughter should have warned us, and her Lyla's friend did not watch her well enough. What was I supposed to do? AITA?

Top Comment:

u/ShakespearesMuse

I guess I should try parenting via public embarrassment, it has worked so well for you /s

YTA

u/MollyOrMary I really want to know what a "good" outcome would have looked like from this situation. He is such an YTA

u/ShakespearesMuse I guess his daughter is publicly shamed and comes back as an angel and not an emotional mess? Hate to tell you, but a 16 year old ugly crying is probably worse noise-wise than whining about a trip. Also doesn't do permanent damage to their life.

u/MaryOrMolly He could try actually parenting. But his poor little ears. 🙄

u/BiddyHenshaw

I hope Beth doesn't need physio from carrying her whole family on her back.

YTA

AITA Jane Austen Masterpost

#AITA Jane Austen #mr. bennet #jane austen #pride and prejudice #lydia bennet #kitty bennet #Elizabeth Bennet #what would have been a positive outcome?

[bloodofvoid]

Mischa Bachinski x reader Quietest Girl in Town

Chapter 1

Prizes for All

The day had been exhausting for the Saint Cassian Chamber Choir, a day full of performances against themselves yet they still ended up losing. You were the seventh member of the choir, 16 and the youngest of the group. 

It had been your Sophmore year. A close friend of yours, Penny, had invited you to join. Penny was a close friend of yours you had met through being in the same class together, specifically Drama. The both of you had a lot in common so it didn’t take long for the two of you to become close friends.

When you had entered the choir, you had expected a bunch of Catholic kids who were uptight, but boy were you wrong. There were five other members of the choir, and they were all so…silly.

Ocean O’Connel Rosenberg was the first who spoke to you, a slender girl with long red hair usually kept back by a headband. The most successful girl in town. She was a narcissist to say the least, but you could tell she had a small piece of heart that went out to her friends. A seemingly unwritten rule was that the choir and the choir only got to make fun of Ocean.

Next was Constance Blackwood, a pretty plus-size girl with black coily hair and olive skin. The nicest girl in town. She was just the sweetest, and was like an older sibling to you. Constance and Penny were the two who taught you how to sing mostly.

Then there was Noel Gruber, a boy slightly taller than you with slicked hair and painted nails. The most romantic boy in town. Noel was a strange man, but loved to rant to you about random gossip and rumors about other people in school. He was nice. 

Ricky Potts, a boy with crutches and blonde hair that was short. The most imaginative boy in town. Ricky couldn’t speak, or walk which confused you as to how or why he was in the choir in the first place. But you didn’t judge, and Ricky was always nice to you anyways, so you helped him whenever you could. 

Finally, there was Mischa Bachinski. He was quite the case, known as the angriest boy in town. Though he was an amazing singer, he didn’t seem to do much with his talent. During practices, performances, heck pretty much anywhere, Mischa was always on his phone. Whenever you inquired about it he would always snap at you to leave him alone.

So, you did so. You had seen the kind of punch Mischa could pack and you did not want to be on the end of that fist. 

Then there was yourself, Y/n L/n. The quietest girl in town. You were the youngest of the choir, and the newest member. Not many people knew who you were despite Uranium being such a small town, simply because you kept to yourself constantly. And now, currently exhausted.

The Fall Fair had come to town in the beginning of September, and after a performance Ocean had suggested that the choir go there together. No matter what somebody protested they had no choice, they’d be going to this fair. 

Currently, you were with Penny and Constance at some of the games. The two girls knew well that you had a deathly fear of roller coasters, or just amusement rides in general, so they stayed with you at the games. You weren’t sure why, but at a young age you remember being terrified of roller coasters, but you never figured out what happened to invoke this fear. Maybe it was best not to remember. 

“Hey look Y/n!” a voice exclaimed, knocking you out of your thoughts. “You won something.”

You hummed to yourself in confusion, blinking away the fuzziness in your vision. In front of you were a bunch of small balloons, most of them popped. You had been playing one of those games where you were given blow darts and tried to pop as many balloons as possible.

It seemed you had won something, as the worker behind the stand had strode to the side, pointing to something. Your gaze traveled to where he gestured, which happened to be the array of prizes you could win for playing the game.

You shyly stepped back, looking up at the prizes. After a moment of contemplating, you pointed up to one specific prize. It was a large stuffed animal, about the size of your torso. It was an animal, a pink dolphin, to be exact.

Penny, who stood beside you, smiled. 

“She wants the dolphin,” she said to the worker, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

The worker shrugged, standing up on a stool and unhooking the dolphin. He then stood back down, holding out the large stuffed animal. You stepped forward, grabbing the dolphin from the man while thanking him quietly. 

Constance congratulated you, her and Penny then leading you away from the games. A while ago, Ocean had texted Penny that she wanted everyone to meet over by the shaved ice stand. Though for why, she did not specify.

The fair was crowded, loud and almost headache-inducing. People and children laughed with shrill screams everywhere you walked, some crying as they lost the rigged games. Others were at their mothers’ sides, pulling on their arms, begging for her to let them ride the roller coasters.

You would never understand the joy people got from riding in a rickety cart and going in circles. 

Just as promised, Ocean, Noel and Ricky stood by the foot carts. When the red-head noticed Constance and Penny, she waved, not spotting you shrouding yourself behind their figures. When she did, a smile broke across her face.

“Hey, you guys actually won something,” she noted, nodding in approval. “Good job.”

You gave a smile in reply, naturally going over to Ricky. The boy smiled down at you, to which you returned a toothy grin. As Ocean explained what they wanted to do next, you quietly showed your pink dolphin to Ricky who listened attentively. 

“Wait-” Ocean’s voice had raised, catching your attention. “Where’s Mischa?”

A sigh slipped from your lips as you looked around, not seeing the tall Ukrainian nearby.  From what you could guess, Mischa had probably picked a fight with a random worker, or maybe even just another citizen. By now, nothing would surprise you.

“Oh dear,” Penny sighed, fiddling with her uniform with a concerned expression. 

You and Ricky exchanged a glance, and you shrugged. With you barely speaking, you and Ricky had a sort of bond that was different from the rest of the choir. The two of you had silently made-up different gestures that only you two understood. It was like having siblings.

Noel groaned dramatically, giving Ocean a knowing look. 

“He probably got lost because his face is glued to that damn phone,” he replied, rolling his eyes. 

Ocean scolded him for cursing, and began to speak with the rest of the choir. Meanwhile, your gaze traveled to the crowd, e/c eyes flicking from person to person. Ricky had noticed your quick glances, and leaned down with a questioning look. 

After a while, in the midst of the crowd, you spotted a familiar figure. Tall, toned muscles, backwards hat, on his phone. It was Mischa, for sure. You shifted the dolphin plush into one hand, using the other to point to where Mischa stood.

Ricky nodded, leaning back up and using his crutches to approach Ocean. The red-head let out a sigh of frustration, but weakly tried to hide it from Ricky as she looked at him.

“Ricky, sweetie, what do you want?” she demanded, tone passive-aggressive. 

“He’s over there,” you piped up, voice barely above a whisper.

The group followed your pointing, and Penny let out a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Ocean rolled her eyes and began to stomp towards Mischa while muttering under her breath. Everyone else followed, but Penny stayed behind.

“Thank you,” she whispered into your ear, and you smiled in reply.

By the time you and Penny had gotten to Mischa, he was already arguing with Ocean. But then again, this was completely normal. You, and the rest of the choir, were used to this by now. 

You had begun to drown out the argument between the two, until something caught your attention. A small game, one no one was using. It was a fortune teller robot, one dressed in blue robes with a giant crystal ball in front of it. On the stand was a sign, bright red words reading: The Amazing Karnak. 

Silently, you took a few steps forward. With your free hand, you rested it on the glass ball with a quiet breath. Unexpectedly, that seemed to activate the machine, the figure of the fortune teller jerking to life. Its once dull eyes glowed a soft yellow as jumbled speech spat from its puppet-like mouth.

“Your lucky number is 6, You will soar to great heights, your end is near…” Its voice trailed off, getting deeper like it was powering off. “Be sure to…Ride the Cyclone…”

You blinked, not noticing the argument between Ocean and Mischa had silenced. The Cyclone? Your gaze flicked along the sights of the fair, before your eyes landed on bright letters glowing. The Cyclone, it read, and behind it was multiple rails of a roller coaster.

You took multiple steps away till your back hit the side of the fortune teller machine, breath gone from your lungs. That roller coaster was so…tall, and dangerous-looking. People in carts screamed in delight as they went on the loops, the wheels screeching on the railing. 

“That. Looks. Like. So much fun!” Ocean cheered, shaking Constance’s shoulders, it was like the argument didn’t even happen.

Mischa rolled his eyes from where he stood, getting back onto his phone. His fingers danced across the screen, eyes narrowed in concentration. Other than yourself, he seemed to be the only one who disagreed with Ocean.

So, of course you shrouded your form behind his tall-standing figure. Thankfully, Mischa didn’t seem to care, even giving you a nod in greeting. Unfortunately, Ocean decided that everyone would be riding the Cyclone.

Even you, great.

Mischa seemed just as excited as you were, groaning and rolling his eyes. Meanwhile, everyone else was excited, not taking notice of you or Mischa. Though he never voiced it to you, you knew very well that he didn’t enjoy rides either.

While combating with a lurching heart, you walked alongside Mischa towards the large Cyclone roller coaster. The closer you and the group got, a strange, impending sense of doom loomed over your shoulders.

You weren’t sure why, but the fear of the roller coaster was muted by the strange sense you had that something bad was going to happen, everything going by in a blur. Maybe it was the short line, maybe it was the cheap tickets, or perhaps the fact that the carnie was obviously drunk. 

You gently stepped into the cart behind Ricky and Penny, sitting by yourself. Ocean and Constance were in the first row, Noel and Mischa behind them. A safety bar sat on your lap, though it didn’t make you feel safe. 

The roller coaster started slow at first, but it slowly got faster and faster. Just like the beating in your chest, heart thudding painfully against your ribs. Your hair whipped in the wind, then relaxed as the cart began to climb up the long drop.

Your breath quickened, knuckles turning white from gripping the handle bar. But no one was paying attention, no one saw the threat of the roller coaster. I wanna get off, I wanna get off now. You thought, eyes widening as you got to the top.

Then the roller coaster dropped, and something happened. There was a loud screech from the front of the roller coaster, and suddenly…the cart went flying. It had derailed, and you were in the air.

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from your thought, terror and fear in the sound as you were forcefully thrown from the cart. The safety didn’t help, and now you were falling through the air.

Your face was towards the sky, hands reaching forward to try and grab at something before your body hit the ground. Suddenly, time seemed to slow down. The dress of your uniform flowed in the wind as you plummeted to the ground. Your hair whipped around, getting in your face.

You felt like a feather, slowly gliding towards the floor. The rails of the roller coaster seemingly winded around you. Then, time returns back to its normal state, and you fell like a rock.

Suddenly, your body hit the ground. Pain shot up your entire body, hearing and feeling the cracks and pops as your bones snapped on impact. You had never been in such agony before, and you wanted to just curl up and cry till the pain went away.

For a moment, your eyes managed to open. A shade of red fell over your gaze, making your vision a scarlet-color. You couldn’t move, and you could only look on. In the corner of your eye, you saw your hand. It was broken and bloody, twisted unnaturally.

Slowly but surely, your heart came to a stop. You could hear sirens, screaming, and…singing?

Then- it was all black.

I know this dream of life is never ending.

It goes around, and round, and round again.

You know the sun is rising while descending.

It goes on, and on, and never ends…

#ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #mischa rtc #x reader #reader insert #female reader #the amazing karnak #idfk how to tag this #mischa bachinski x reader

[anti-romantico]

[she doesn't have to know] seventeen mingyu

warnings: best friend younger brother AU (title is a little misleading lol), age gap (reader is 5 years older), oral (f receiving), protected sex, i suck at writting fluff but i tried, let me know if i missed something

A/N: feel free to ignore this but there is a funny story regarding this fic lmao. originally, this was written for seventeen's vernon, but after finishing it I just stopped feeling it and left it on drafts until I knew what to do, then I posted it, but tumblr marked it was "mature" so I deleted it. then I changed it for txt soobin, and I was happy with it, but when I made the poll I wrote svt mingyu instead and didn't release until I proofread it lmao and since some people already voted for svt mingyu, i decided to change it.

Also, I'M REALLY SORRY. This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I was so tired after work I totaly forgot :( I'm sorry

luv u, moon

words: 2.5k

Vacations for yourself, that's what you needed. And even though you wanted Lia, your best friend, to go with you, she insisted you needed this. "I promise I won't burn down your house while you're away" she said with one hand over her heart. And you knew you could trust her, you just were terrified to travel alone.

The hotel was gorgeous, with a beautiful view of the beach. You rang the bell and waited for the receptionist.

— Good morning, what can I do for you? — The young lady said with a pretty smile. You gave her your name and waited for your key.

The room was definitely your favorite part, you deliberated if it would be better to stay there all week, but of course, you were there to explore. Yes, the bed looked too inviting to stay there your whole life, but the many restaurants you booked were calling you.

You sent a message to Lia to let her know you were at your room and that you missed her, and instead of answering, she called; like she always did.

— Hi, babe! — Her voice made you smile. — How was the flight?

— Pretty good, you know I always sleep to avoid feeling sick. — You sat down on the small sofa and looked through the window.

— Right. Oh, guess what? Mingyu is also there. Not sure if he's staying at the same hotel as you, but he sent me a photo.

— Oh really? I'll see if we can meet up for dinner. — You said. Mingyu and you weren't exactly close. You used to find him attractive, but he was your best friend's younger brother.

— I told him you were there and he said the same. — You both laughed knowing the dinner will never happen.

After talking for another hour while you unpacked and got ready for your first dinner alone, you said goodbye. You looked at yourself in the mirror and admired the blue dress Lia gave you exactly for this trip. It was comfortable and made you look really pretty.

The restaurant was close to the hotel, so you walked there with the help of google maps. Once you were seated, the waiter gave you the menu and told you you just needed to raise your hand when you were ready to order.

The food was on another level, and even made you afraid the food of the other places wouldn't be as good. Suddenly, the waiter let you know someone was trying to pay for you. You looked at him confused and he pointed at the entrance where you found Mingyu smiling. You sighed and shook your head no and asked the waiter to give you your check.

Mingyu waited for you, telling his friends he would see them in the hotel. When you got out of the restaurant, you already knew he would be there.

— How nice of you, but a little bit creepy if you ask me. — You said when you were in front of him.

— Better me than a stranger. — He said and made a move with his head. His car parked beside the two of you with a guy getting out of it and giving Mingyu the keys. — Do you want a ride?

— Was it too hard to ask first? — You said, waiting for him to open the door. He laughed and did it.

— So, how's traveling alone so far? — He asked without looking, full attention on the road.

— I've been here less than 24 hours, but I think I can get used to it. — You said looking at him. Yep, he was still really attractive.

— And about the dinner the three of us knew wasn't going to happen... — His comment made you laugh.

— I can't promise anything, I've booked a restaurant for each day and I really want to enjoy them alone. — You said, not afraid of him getting offended, at the end of the day, he knew you.

— Oh no, of course Your initial plan was to be here alone, but since we both thought we wouldn't meet, I thought we could come up with something now that we did. — He parked close to your hotel and looked at you.

You checked your phone. — Today is friday, I booked for another dinner tomorrow, — you said in a quiet tone. — does it suit you on sunday? I've booked for breakfast.

— Sunday night... Yeah, I'm free. Anything in mind?

— Lia told me about these souvenir places all over the beach, and if I'm honest I was looking for an excuse to not do it. I'll get her something later. — Mingyu laughed. — I do want to go to the beach though.

— Then we have a plan. — Mingyu started the car and drove to the entrance of your hotel. He got down and opened your door, taking your hand to help you.

— See you on sunday. — You said before walking away.

— Oh, by the way... — Mingyu said, making you turn around. — You look beautiful.

You fought the urge to not blush. — Thank you. You don't look bad.

Sunday arrived really fast, but you didn't mind, the previous day you couldn't stop thinking about this... date? Was it a date? no, it wasn't, just hanging out with your best friend's brother... fuck.

Mingyu asked Lia for your number and sent you a message asking for your hotel room. Two soft knocks on your door triggered your anxiety.

— Wow. — He said when you opened your door. — You look really pretty. — You were wearing a black long skirt and white top.

You let him in. — What's with all these compliments, Mingyu?

— What? I can't tell you how pretty you look?

You sighed and crossed your arms. — Just... take that backpack and let's go. — You pointed at the backpack on the floor and opened the door.

The weather was chill, but you already knew, that's why you packed some cozy pants to wear just in case. You both sat down and you offered him some snacks, which he accepted.

You talked for a bit, enjoying the view. The weather started to get cold so you took a small blanket from the backpack. It wasn't enough to cover both of you, but Mingyu insisted he wasn't cold.

— So after that asshole, you haven't dated anyone? — He asked, flexing his legs and hugging them against his chest.

— I don't have time for that, Mingyu, and if I'm honest, none of the guys I've hooked up with made me think "maybe I do want to settle down". — He nodded. — You? I don't think I've heard about a "special someone".

— I had a girlfriend not long after I graduated, it lasted a year, nothing serious since then. — It was your turn to nod. Suddenly, you felt a shiver down your spine, making you shake a little bit. — We can leave if you want, it's getting late.

— Oh no, it's just the wind, I'm fine.

After a comfortable silence, he asked: — Are you still not looking for something serious?

— Not really, just having fun for now. — Your fingers playing with the blanket.

— Are you having fun right now? — And you noticed when his tone changed.

— You're my friend's brother. — The way you said sounded like a reminder for both.

— You can't blame me for trying to shoot my shot. I've been waiting for my turn for a while. — He rested his body on his arms, looking at you.

— I thought you got over your little crush on me when you got in college. — You turned your head to look at him.

— I thought I did, but then I saw you looking gorgeous in that blue dress sitting alone... like I said, you can't blame me. — He leaned his head to the side and shamelessly checked you out. — And maybe it wasn't your intention, but I can't stop thinking you dressed up this pretty just because you knew we were going to meet. — You stayed silent, trying to find the words, but he kept talking. — And I can continue with the cheesy talk if you want, but I really want to kiss you, at least once.

And you knew that if you thought about it, you wouldn't do it, so you just did it.

You shared a sigh of relief, letting the other know how long you were waiting for it. His tongue made his way to your mouth and you let him.

But it hit you. — Wait... — He started to kiss your neck. — Your sister...

— She doesn't have to know if you don't want to, even though I'd pay to see her reaction to this. — Mingyu pulled you from your neck to kiss you again. You put your hand over his chest and straddle him. — Uhm, don't start something you can't finish.

— We both know I started this earlier. — You said, admitting you dressed up like this for him.

— I fucking knew it. — His hands flew to your butt, squeezing it. — Are you sure you want to take the risk?

— Are you asking yourself... kid? — You called him the nickname you used to call him when he was in high school.

The way back to your hotel was fast, none of you couldn't wait any longer. You opened your door quickly and threw everything to the floor, you'd clean later.

You took Mingyu to your room and pushed him to the bed to straddle him again, but he inverted the positions, and you were about to protest when you felt his fingers brush over your underwear. You weren't ashamed by how wet you were, he even growled against your neck when his finger made the fabric to the side. He was skilled and you hated yourself for waiting so long to finally let him touch you.

He started with one finger, then two. The wet noises filling the room. You moaned out loud when his thumb put pressure on your clit. You didn't care if anyone heard you. You felt his fingers leave you and his body over you. You opened your eyes and you caught him licking his fingers clean. He lowered his body and removed your underwear, but leaving your skirt. You took a deep breath when his tongue finally made contact with your cunt, pulling your own hair when he opened your lower lips with his finger so he could have more access.

— Fuck, Mingyu... — You moaned when he gave a quick suck on your clit.

And it was like you told him what to do; he continued sucking on your clit while fingering you.

And just now you felt ashamed because you were so close. You pulled his hair, but wouldn't be able to tell him, your loud moans were his sign to know though.

He gave you a last lick before going up with you again. You kissed him and removed your sweaty hair from your face.

You pushed him again while kissing, pulling his shirt up and helping him to undress. You almost felt sorry by how red his dick was. You started to massage him slowly, then you grabbed it and spreaded to precum on the tip. Mingyu grabbed your neck and kissed you, making you confused, but you didn't stop to jerk him. His hand went to unclasp your bra without removing your top, not leaving a single doubt he loved the outfit. He massaged your boobs under your top and pinched your nipples, making you whine.

— I hate to be that jerk, but I don't have a condom. — He said, grabbing your hand that was still jerking him.

— You're in my hotel room with me dressing this nicely for you, what made you think I was done? — You gave him a quick kiss before standing up and grabbing a condom from the drawer.

— I'm so close to marrying you, woman. — He said, throwing his head back when you straddle him and slowly rolled down the condom.

Mingyu pushed your body back to the bed and pinned your hands over your head before penetrating you. His eyes on your boobs told you enough to know why he chose that position. But you couldn't keep your eyes open for too long, he felt too good inside you, you not being able to move added something to the situation.

The bed started to crash against the wall, and even though none of you would ever admit it, that turned you one even more.

His lips started to suck on your neck and you immediately moved your head so he could have better access to it. His finger went under your top again to pinch your nipples, making you moan and throw your head back.

— I'll never get tired of that. — Mingyu said in a whisper. You didn't answer, biting your lip when he gave you a last hard pinch.

The skirt started to bother you so one of your hands went to the knot on your right side and untied it. Mingyu pulled out and quickly removed the skirt and your underwear before penetrating you again. You pushed him back and rode him, both moaning for the new angle. You could feel him on your stomach, and while you were looking him in the eyes, you also removed your top.

He loved the view, he wanted to enjoy it every day and night. God, he was obsessed.

You moving your body up and down in a desperate way took him out of his thoughts. Your boobs bouncing were distracting, but he wanted them in his mouth. You pulled his hair when you felt his teeth biting softly your left nipple.

You grabbed his chin and made you look up. His eyes were dark and his lips were swollen. You kissed him a little before biting his lower lip and cummed. His hands went straight to your hips to keep the movements, making your whine for the overstimulation. But he didn't take long, his lower whines confirmed he also finished. And even though you were already trying to catch your breaths, your hips were moving slowly.

— If you're going to keep going, then I'm going to need another condom. — He said, burying his finger on your skin to make you stop. You finally stopped and pulled him out, making both of you sigh.

After that, you ordered dinner and Mingyu sent a message to a friend to send him some clothes and other belongings. The night was calm, and while you were enjoying your food, you talked about your lives. Kissed some more and fell asleep.

You woke up close to 4am to go to the bathroom. Carefully, you got up without waking Mingyu up.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. She doesn't have to know if you don't want to. Mingyu's voice resonated in your head. Maybe it was the best.

Mingyu's reflection appeared behind you, but you didn't turn around. He walked toward you and caged you between the sink and his body.

— Is everything ok? — Hi said, kissing your neck and playing with the elastic of your pajamas. He was teasing you, and you were a little surprised you were down for it.

You both shared a look in the mirror and nodded. You pushed your butt against him, making you bite his lip. Oh you were so down for it

#kpop smut #seventeen smut #mingyu smut #seventeen mingyu smut #seventeen mingyu hard hours #mingyu hard hours #kim mingyu smut #kim mingyu hard hours

[vampire-wizard-solidarity]

im thinking abt totk and skyward sword… in both games u have a beloved female character trapped in the past who needs to deliver a message to our hero in the future and so she makes a dire sacrifice in order to see this through… only when impa did it i actually felt something… AND they had the stones to make her sacrifice permanent (ie impa not only grows into an old woman but straight up dies at the end. or turns into dust at least. potato-potahto). there r just so many moments in totk that echo those in previous games without understanding why those story beats work. anyways the cringefail totk vs the chad skyward sword

so true!!

also part of the reason skyward sword works is it’s a much tighter story. it’s focused thematically and in terms of character, unlike totk which is all over the place with a ton of characters none of whom get any development despite supposedly playing large roles in the story and taking up enough screen time for you to be annoyed with the fact that you’re sitting through the same exact cutscene four times.

and on the topic of impa and zelda as parallel story beats in terms of time travel – impa’s sacrifice has something to say. she could technically just tell link everything he needs to know in the future, she could just time travel to said future and orchestrate events from there as her younger self (as she does), she could explain things to link directly – but she doesn’t, and that’s because of characterization. firstly, the reason she stays at the temple until she’s an old lady instead of just using time travel again is because she’s a devoted servant of the goddess: she’s not just there to wait for link (or zelda), she’s there to watch over the temple, too, she’s a religious servant not just for this one time, she doesn’t just serve link and zelda, she serves the goddess in all her forms.

secondly, the reason she doesn’t tell link everything is because she believes he needs to prove himself. this is another layered part of her characterization: we see her different relationships to other characters, with added complexity of the fact that we see two versions of her react to link: young impa at first regards him with derision, a distaste and harsh judgement of the fact that he’s not ready, he hasn’t proved himself as someone with enough power and skill to protect zelda. old impa similarly believes he isn’t ready yet, however her attitude in this belief is much more that of a wise old lady who kindly wants to see him mature, out of a belief in fate and worthiness coming with time. she won’t give him answers, however she will help him find them.

so, when these characterizations combine in her death it’s tragic but also beautiful: the reason she ultimately dies is because her duty has been fulfilled, and she believes that she is not fated to continue existing in this time, as her prime has passed and her jobs are done, she goes with the dignity of a wise servant.

zelda’s sacrifice, however. firstly it completely disregards one of her defining traits: her curiosity and love of research. rauru literally says that becoming a dragon is a last ditch effort and he believes that before that they must research and understand her power, at which zelda lights up, and yet we never actually see her attempt any of this research or mastering of her power. she seemingly becomes more powerful between cutscenes, yes, however there’s never a scene of her actually training, or trying to do any sort of research or brainstorming solutions. we were simply not shown that she’s exhausted every other option, we were not shown her use one of her strengths (her curiosity and intelligence) to solve the problem, she went with the first solution provided to her.

what does this do to her characterization? shows she’s devoted to link? she’s willing to sacrifice herself to save everyone? cool, nice. ignore all her complex characterization from botw to make her a typical perfect female character defined by her dedication to the male hero. thanks.

this kind of sacrifice could’ve worked hypothetically - if we were shown, for example, her trying and exhausting every other option it would’ve given this story beat a sense of desperation, tragedy (botw hits a similar beat). instead it’s just. underbaked.

it’s only made worse by the fact that the sacrifice is pointless in the grander scheme of things. you literally do not need the master sword to defeat ganon. skyward sword never had to encounter difficulties marrying its gameplay to its story because of its staunch linearity, and botw just? wasn’t stupid? like idk making zelda’s sacrifice be actually vital to the story and defeating the villain is such an easy task the only way i can explain this is the devs were dumb as rocks in trying to marry a more classic epic story with botw’s non-linear structure. like. the fact that you can just ignore all of that and defeat the villain anyway really undermines the story beat doesn’t it. in botw ignoring the main story and gunning it straight for the villain doesn’t really undermine the story, it just makes you see it through a different lens: zelda asks “do you really remember me?” and your genuine answer is “no”. isn’t that cool? isn’t that impactful in its own right?

totk just couldn’t reconcile any of its multitude of elements in a coherent manner. it’s just bad. it’s so shit i’m sorry i cannot write totk posts without devolving into a blubbering mess of “fuck shit fuck”

#ask #loz #botw #totk #sksw #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #skyward sword #legend of zelda #totk critical #i love skyward sword <3

[duck-era-lexi]

deadset headcanon that bonkai happened after the end of tvd

or: bonnie ended up alone and that is just not okay.

note: i didn't watch the originals and idgaf. their plot is probably stupid anyway.

ok so kai is in the prison world, yes, and bonnie is traveling the world, and elena and damon are being humans and shit and caroline is being pregnant and stefan is dead (god bless). so where is the drama? bonnie while traveling in... africa hooks up with a lot of people and learns a lot of shit, runs into some near death experiences but gets her voodoo witchy magic out of it. she eventually starts being mad about enzo's death because she should be and she's also realizing that she can't find another love because she hasn't gotten over it. then it's been like 5 yrs or something and bonnie gets the news that elena is pregnant perfect time to head back.

so they've kept in contact, done some visits but bonnie's mainly been traveling because when you can magic shmagic cold hard cash into thin air you can kind of do whatever you want. damon and elena are doing good, they live in a white picket fence house with a dog and two cats, not in mystic falls but still in virginia. damon makes jokes about eating the neighbors and elena talks a lot about how stefan's probably watching over them. that kind of stuff. bonnie stays over for a baby shower and elena has a heart to heart where she's like... girl u know you can have kids too right? bonnie admits that she wouldn't feel right dating someone who's not supernatural based on her experiences hooking up with random people. bonnie reveals she knows the gender of the baby already but elena plugs her ears so she can't hear it. the cat scratches at the door and elena shooes it away and bonnie waves her hand, the cat falls silent. elena looks at her friend with a kind of fear, forgetting how much power witches have. bonnie reminds her that she is not just a witch, but the most powerful witch.

(this is gonna be long but hang in with me here)

so fast forward to the baby shower, mystic falls gang comes down from the salvatore boarding school cause elena is kind of scared of going to mystic falls (we're gonna ignore the compulsion plot holes from the story idgaf). klaus sends his farewells yadda yadda easter eggs but bonnie just gets really sad and jealous and it just so happens that caroline wants someone to live near her to take care of her kids. caroline and bonnie haven't been that close just cause they kinda drifted, but they instantly reconnect and bonnie loves caroline's kids.

caroline and alaric are married, and a) bonnie is like, he was ur teacher are u freaking kidding me and b) there are photos of stefan on the wall and bonnie realizes that she really detests stefan for killing enzo right in front of her face. caroline belittles enzo and they argue about caroline invalidating her feelings and bonnie accuses her of being racist, blah blah blah it ends up in a blowout and bonnie wanders into the woods to find the ghost of enzo talking to her. (i don't really remember the rules of tvd). enzo tells her the move tf on and bonnie has a thought: what if she was never really that much in love in the first place? it's terrifying and she refuses to accept it, simply lying to enzo (even though he's dead) and being distracted because two vampire dudes try to murder her and she snaps their necks

so she traces back to her first love, but jeremy's also in the middle of a freaking battle thing so first she has this entire arc where she has to help him commit genocide and then finally they have a heart to heart where she convinces him to teach at caroline's school and jeremy says that they were young love. then they hook up and bonnie realizes she doesn't really have any feelings for jeremy anymore, not after he cheated on her with his dead girlfriend :(

maybe, she missed a person in between...

this is all to say kai is desiccating in the prison world, because he's alive- oh, did i mention he's alive? the plot moves to caroline's boarding school, the hollow's bullshit, oh no hayley marshall dies, and elena's kids are reaching double digits. but bonnie is MIA. how?

one day, bonnie exits the prison would with kai behind her. and i'm telling you, this is crazy. but how? because bonnie bennett is absolutely done.

it's a string of things.

fighting with elena and elena insisting that she wants a magic free environment, that she read all the parenting books and her kids will go off and become vampires themselves if she doesn't try to prevent them. the salvatores move to like europe or something and try to live a normal life. damon and caroline still keep in touch, but damon and elena are the only humans in the entire gang and life is kind of different when you know you're gonna die someday.

getting a call from a call and meeting a little witch named davina, a cute girl named hope, and a whole shitload of problems that she thought she left behind her. she takes the hollow upon herself and tears her apart physically and mentally, and only after she threatens to destroy the entirety of los angeles (as a joke!! haha....unless....) do the mikaelson siblings take accountability. klaus mentions how different she is from her friends, and bonnie comments on the fact that it's probably because she lost her two best friends to humanity and didn't realize how crazy their lives had become.

davina (and kol) want to see bonnie's prison world, and bonnie is fosure its for some kinky bullshit reason, but it's been so long she doesn't gaf anyways. she's the kind of insane that she might go to a psychiatric hospital soon, and near her 40th she went so crazy she mind controlled someone to be in love with her. the reason she's never linked in particular with any male witches is because she gets a strange sort of irritation to them, and one of them realized that she played a part in klaus' blood triangle so he tried to kill her and then she killed him and that really hurt her. but really, when kol and davina are with her, she decides to wake kai up.

talking to kai is awful, and it takes, 1, 2, 3, times too much- and the force of their fight is so catastrophic that it creates a prison world inside a prison world, but it's a limbo- it's two rooms, one her childhood bedroom and the other his and it goes on forever and ever. they fight, but neither of them really get an upper hand- yes, kai is more powerful but it's bonnie's world technically. kai wants to talk but bonnie just wants to beat someone up and suddenly, davina falls into the world, crying. she tells bonnie that kol touched something weird and disappeared, and bonnie says that she enchanted some things to help her be able to leave that only work once, and that she forgot about it. davina entered the world through kai's chains.

kai holds davina hostage with knives that he hid under his bed and bonnie conceeds to talking with him. and by talking, i mean like actually coming to the same conclusion that everyone else should've came to.

in the end, kai and bonnie have an awfully rocky relationship that first involves bonnie stealing part of kai's heart so that he's like half-vegetable (long story, trust me there's some way it can happen) and then, in his partially mentally deformed mindset he brings up taking the hollow. this is at the point where they live in some random hill in romania in a hightop castle and kai offers to take the hollow and kill himself with it.

bonnie removes the curse from his heart and reveals she actually forcibly impregnated herself because she wanted him to die at the hand of his own child, the leader of the gemini coven, and kai's like how i thought i was a vampire and also the gemini is dead and bonnie says idk i marlene king came up with this, actually in the limbo world i got another dose of the cure and then i'm giving it to you and by reverse psychology now the gemini coven is back alive.

i have to stop myself from writing really graphic shit because this can get really bad really fast, but in the end i do think they fall in love blah blah blah and they reinstate the gemini coven which eventually makes the bennett coven more powerful. witches have always been corrupt and selfish and a convenient plot device to bring up in the writer's room when you want a promotion so i really don't care. if you can write all this bullshit about stefan and still make him the good guy, kai can be dug out of his grave too. bonnie invented space and time and magic. silas who?

their kids are ultra powerful and bonnie and kai cut everyone off cuz they're all haters. except for caroline (ironic), and their kids are too cool to be involved in hope mikaelson drama bullshit. they say aye dad isnt it a good day to commit mass genocide, i heard cousin lizzy is struggling with her psychotic tendencies back in the americas!! kai says no son let's go play catch and watch my favorite episodes of glee while your mom cooks some lasagna with frog legs and unicorn hair sprinkles on the side. then in the afternoon i'm gonna show you some of my evil plans for world domination and we can practice your leaping spells.

xoxo

#ale writes #ale writes a LOT #tvd #bonkai #tvd fanfiction

[watermelonlovershigh]

U asked an idea for mother's day fic.

Maybe something like , y/n got pregnant before but had miss carriage or got abboted because they were not ready or something. But both Harry and Y/n regrets it . And now on mother's day they found that Y/n is pregnant again and they are really happy. And Harry is on cloud nine. You can also show some glimpse of past and add a bit of angst ( only if u want ). I think it would be soo fluffy and Harry will be in happy tears.♥���♥️

A Happy Mothers Day Surprise

AN: i worked really hard on this and for it being my first time writing about such a sensitive subjects i think i did very well. there are tons of possible triggers in this story so please read what this story contains before you start reading. let me know what you think and i hope you enjoy.

This story contains: talks of having had an abortion, fertility issues, bit of puke, crying, comfort, mentions of sex

{ husbandrry - softrry- dad to be harry - current harry era }

word count: 2,197

After years of trying to have a baby with no luck, you finally find out you're gonna be a mother on Mothers Day.

You and Harry have been together for a little over ten years. You met at the start of his career and somehow stayed together through the thick and thin. It wasn't always easy and you defiantly had troubling times, but it was all worth it to end up where you are now. You've been married for about three years now and couldn't be more happy.

But ever since you've gotten married, you've been trying for a baby. Weeks turned into months and months turned into years. Each Mothers Day that passed made you feel incredibly sad because you weren't a mom yet. And you get even more sad with the thought you could have been a mum eight or so years ago but unfortunately had an abortion.

You always knew you wanted children with Harry but at eighteen years old? You felt way too young to care for a child and with how busy Harry's career was at the time with One Direction, you knew it just wasn't fair to bring a baby into this world yet. So after many conversations, you and Harry came to the collective decision to abort the fetus in your belly.

It wasn't easy by any means and at the time you felt so guilty because you knew Harry wanted to be a father, even if not when he was just entering adulthood. Months after the abortion, you and him both would cry and cry. Not from regret but more so the what if's and how you both could be a mummy and daddy to a wonderful human if you had changed your mind.

No one besides the two of you knew about the abortion. You even thought about keeping it from Harry but quickly realized how wrongful that would have been to not tell the dad of an unborn being you had an abortion without their knowledge. Harry took you to a clinic in London when he had a weekend off traveling and that was that.

Now though, as you go through pregnancy test after pregnancy test, you feel only sadness. What if your abortion from years ago messed with your fertility? What if its God's way of telling you that that's what you get for aborting what you created before and now not allowing you to conceive? Everything was going perfect in your marriage right now and you knew a baby would be the cherry on top to your little family. It's just so damn hard to make a baby when you want one, but not so hard when you didn't quite want one.

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It's a few days before Mothers Days and here you are, sobbing into your husbands chest as you lay in bed for sleep. The thought of going though another Mothers Day without a baby makes you sick to your stomach. You want a baby so bad.

"Gotta calm down, m'love." Harry comforts as he holds your body to his chest, rubbing up and down your back. "A baby will come when they are ready to come. We're still fairly young. We have time."

Inhaling a deep breath between cries, you mutter, "I want a baby now though. What if this is some sort of payback for the abortion I had when we were eighteen? Maybe we shouldn't of had one. We could be parents to an eight year old little boy or girl."

Continuing to comfort you with his strong hold, Harry replies with a bit of edge to his voice, "Don't say that, y/n. We did what was best at the time. Touring with a baby would not have been the best option and we both agreed an abortion was for the best. Mainly it was your decision though. I'd never, ever have told you what to do with you body."

"You're right," you agree, calming down a bit as your body gets sleepier and sleepier, "just sucks you know. Its like when we didn't try for a baby we conceived one. But now that we are trying, we can't."

Nothing was said after that. A peaceful quiet came over the bedroom and you both fell asleep shortly after.

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On the Friday before Mothers Day which is on Sunday, you started to notice some changes with your body. You've been getting tired more easily and the smell of certain foods have left you literally throwing up. Now to anyone looking in from the outside, they would automatically conclude you must be pregnant but to you, you're in straight denial.

After having been let down so many times before, it's almost like you're not allowing pregnancy to be a possibility. You'll just wait a day or two and if your symptoms aren't going away, then you'll take a pregnancy test.

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Around four in the morning on Mothers Day, you wake up with the urge to vomit. You may have been getting sick over these last few days but not abruptly while you were sleeping. It's always been at the stench of some 'nasty' food. As you puke in the toilet, all that you could think about is taking a pregnancy test. Too many things are happening that it can't all be coincidences.

You finish emptying your stomach before groggily getting back into bed with your sleeping husband. But as the mattress dips from your body's weight, Harry flutters his eyes open to see you fixing the duvet back over your body. "You alright, love?" Harry questions in a deep, gravely voice.

Wanting to be honest, you admit, "Was just a bit sick but I'm okay."

Your words have Harry more alert due to your confession and he's scooting over to take a hold of your body. "Awe baby, why didn't you wake me? Could've helped you in there or somethin'. Hate when you're sick alone."

Placing your forehead flat to his warm chest, you mutter, " Didn't have time. It hit me all the sudden and I didn't even know if I'd make it to the toilet on time before puking on the floor. But I feel better now. Probably just needed to get it all out my system, you know."

Harry holds your body securely to his as he thinks quietly for a few moments. You have been showing signs over this past week of a pregnancy but he doesn't want to assume and you get triggered or upset. He also knows if you found out you were pregnant on Mothers Day of all days, you'd be over the moon excited and so would he.

"Um," Harry hesitates in a low, soft voice before continuing, "maybe when we wake up later in the morning, you could take a pregnancy test. You've been showing several signs that pregnancy could be a possibility."

Here is when the symptom of getting overly emotional kicks in once again. You start to softly cry into his chest, just as you did over a week ago, but this time its different. Its not out of pure sadness. It's tears filled with hope and fear. Hope that you are pregnant but fear that you're not.

"I know I should. Just worried it'll come back negative like all the other tests have." you say with a hoarse voice from being sick a few minutes ago.

Kissing your forehead, Harry replies, "You'll never know if you don't try."

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You wake up around ten in the morning to an empty bed. Harry woke up before you but wanted you to get plenty of rest knowing you haven't been feeling well and was sick hours earlier. He made you a small breakfast that would work well with a sick tummy and brewed you some tea. Then right as you were going to get out of bed to find him, Harry walks through the bedroom door with a tray of buttered toast and a bowel of fresh berries. Along with some pipping hot tea.

"Hi m'love, feeling better? Made you a breakfast that should be easy on your tummy." Harry coos, setting the tray down on your lap. You could feel your emotions bubbling at the thoughtful gesture your husband made, but push them down quickly, not wanting to cry too much in one day.

"Thank you so much, Harry." you retort, lifting a strawberry to your mouth and biting into it. You continue to nibble on your delicious breakfast Harry prepared for you in bed and when you were stuffed, you knew the time you were treading was here.

After Harry sets the tray of empty dishes and crumbs on his nightstand, you say, "Think I'm ready to take the test. Will, um, will come in there with me. Don't think I can be in there alone."

Harry has the sweetest smile on his face as he leans forward to capture your lips with his. The kiss is simple but enough to portray his love for you. Then he pulls away to answer, "Of course, baby. Would love to be in there with you." He helps you off the bed and hand in hand you walk into your bathroom.

Once in there, you grab the extra box you always keep in the top drawer under the sink and take out one pregnancy test. Then you step over to the toilet and slip down your pajama shorts and panties. Having been together for so long, you don't exactly care if Harry watches you or not. He's seen you pee and seen you naked many times before.

You uncap the pregnancy test stick and reach down to put it between your legs, allowing your piss stream to coat the end of the test. Harry stays by your side for emotional support but also makes sure not to be too invasive on such a private moment. When you finish peeing, you place the cap back over the soiled part of the stick and hand it to Harry.

He walks over to place it on the counter top as you wipe and stand to flush the toilet. Then you meet Harry by the sink and wait. You've done this so many times before that its almost routine for you. But that doesn't make your nerves any more calm.

You lean forward and wrap your arms around your husbands body. He sways the two of you back and forth while resting his chin on the top of your head. "It's gonna be alright," Harry mutters, "whatever that test says, we'll be okay. We'll keep trying until we get a little baby inside of you." You don't speak back but instead just nod to let him know you hear what he's saying.

After three minutes go by, its time to look. "Please do it. Look for me. I'm too scared." you plead with Harry. He pecks a kiss to the top of your head and takes a deep breath before reaching for the pregnancy test. Not wanting to wait any longer, he quickly flips it over and clearly reads the word positive on the digital screen.

He stays quiet for a second too long and your heart sinks at the thought of the worst possible outcome happening again, for the millionth time. But right as you were going to ask what the test said, you hear Harry bust into tears. Raw sobs leave his throat. You've only ever heard Harry cry this hard a handful of times in your relationship so it startles you, if you're being honest.

"What, what does it say?" you question frantically.

Harry heaves a deep breath before spitting out, "You're gonna be a mummy, love. I'm gonna be a dad. It's positive." You snatch the test from his shaking hands and as soon as you read the word positive on the screen, you bust into happy tears as well. You've been wanting to see that word for years at this point and now you finally are. It feels like a dream almost.

After setting the test back down on the bathroom counter, you jump into Harry's arms and cling to his body tightly. He reacts quickly and holds your body up with his strong arms, crying into your messy hair as you cry into his shoulder. "I'm so happy." you sob aloud.

With a shaky voice, Harry says, "M'so happy you're happy, love. I know how bad you wanted this and to find out you're gonna be a mother on Mothers Day, its perfect."

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Eventually you both calmed down and made your way to the sofa in the living room. You didn't have plans today and unfortunately neither of you could visit your mum's because you're in a different country right now. So for the rest of the day, you held each other close, smiling from ear to ear, and finished the night with a session of passionate love making.

Sex that didn't have the goal of getting you pregnant. Sex that you could actually enjoy instead of it feeling like a chore. Sex where you spent great amounts of time loving on each others bodies and showing each other your appreciation towards the other. Life was about to be a hell of a lot better, now you're carrying and growing your shared love in your tummy.

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Fic Finder

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1. hello! ive been looking for this fic. (for weeks) but cant find it. i happen to found ur account and i hope u can help me. so the story is like this:

- its a time travel. i forgot if its mpreg or adoption but wangxian has bunch of kids (youngest is still a baby). i forgot the other pairings but i think its nie x lan, jin x jiang and jiang x wen. their kids landed the time when wwx is still in the burial mounds, and landed in the burial mound's entrance(?). their parents/future wwx decided to brought them to the past because their present is kinda mess (too much killings) and they want to save their children. i think its about jin guangyao or whoever.

that's the only things i can recall. i want to find it again but i cant. thankyouuu in advance!

Its not on the four fics. I think the children im talking about are not the juniors, i remember that there's an oc (kids). one or two of them were kid/s of wq and jc, nie x lan. when their parents (in the future) decided to sent them back in the past, they expect them not to return (i think) because the killer will kill them if ever so wwx (in the burial mounds) thinks that sending them back is not a choice. theres also a scene where the kids cried/worried/ that they're not going to see their "real" parents again (their parents in the future).

anyway, thank youuu for responding! i hope u all have a great 2023!!! pls take care always and stay hydrated!!

could the op be thinking of 2 separate fics? In a sec im gonna look for the links, but to me it feels like that fic where there are 3 or 4 wangxian kids that land in the past in the cr (with the smallest called a-bao) because they were messing with wwx's talismans, and the second should be that fic where jgy traps wangxian, jc, lxc and nhs after the guanyin temple and wwx has a talisman to send the kids to the past (where they meet burial mounds era wwx)

not FOUND The Trouble with Talismans: a Treatise on Time-Travel by Young Master Lan Xiaohui (Age 6) by stiltonbasket (G, 26k, wangxian, Time Travel, Parenthood, Developing Relationship, Getting Together, Happy ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition) and ❤️ nevermore, nevermore by agloeian (T, 120k, lan sizhui & everyone, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst w/ happy ending)

not FOUND❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics) there's also Tragedy is not the end even if it's about the juniors instead of wangxian kids

SIMILAR! The Future of Your Past by moonlitsentence (T, 19k, WIP, WangXian, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, YL WWX, Soft LWJ, Married WangXian Have Children, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

FOUND! Feeling The Warmth Again by mxtx_disciple13 (T, 33k, wangxian, burial mounds settlement days, wangxian are LSZ’s parents, golden core reveal, OOC, family fluff, not everyone dies au, happy ending, time travel, family bonding, WIP)

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2. Hi there! I remember a fic I once read, it was about the cultivation world after Wei wuxian’s death. They used something called the ‘Du jie pearl’ or something of the like to look into his past. It was 14 chapters long and I would really love to read it again. Thank you and have a good day!

FOUND? Misunderstood by Silver_Flame_2724 (M, 250k, WIP, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Heavy Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Canon-Typical Violence, Self-Worth Issues)

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3. I read this fanfic on AO3. Don't remember title. Basically Lan Zhan and Jingyi are left behind when Sizhui leaves to travel with Wen Ning and Wei Ying goes away adventuring. Jingyi and Lan Zhan bond after curfew, in the rabbit meadow and jingyi helps him with his correspondence. At one point, jingyi says he wants to send this letter to zehzin and tell him to hit his father over the head. Eventually Sizhui returns, things are awkward. Jingyi worries that Sizhui is upset with him and wonders if it was because he ate his candy stash. Jingyi kept changing Sizhui 's sheets because he wanted to make sure it was ready for him @andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist

FOUND? anyway, here's wuji by kakikaeru (T, 18k, ZhuiYi, WangXian, LingZhen, Post-Canon)

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4. Hiya, got two fics I'm going crazy looking for!

A) One has Jin Ling going robe shopping for Wei Wuxian and buying a maroon one that Jiang Cheng told him Wei Wuxian used to admire when theu were younger.

B) The second was sort of like By Any Other Name, but I think only one chapter was written. It had Wei Wuxian running straight to Lotus Pier after being resurrected, and ends with Lan Xichen welcoming the trio to Cloud Recesses.

Thank you as always!

FOUND? crushed ceramic by doyeorem (pomellogranate) (T, 10k, JC & WWX & JL, yunmeng siblings feels, twin prides of yunmeng, family feels, genderqueer WWX, fluff, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, disguise, crossdressing, whump, bonding) I think 4 could be one story. It says it's inspired by By Any Other Name, though it doesn't appear on that fic, but the robe appears and it's a oneshot.

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5. Hello there! I hope everything is going great for you. I was wondering if you could help me find a fic modern soulmates au where lan zhan and Wei ying only remember each other and their past lives when they see each other again. But this time they’re in their late 30’s and lan zhan is already married. I’ve been looking all over and I can’t find it. (p.s. if this might help, I think it was in a collection of soulmate one shots). Thank you again!!! @bittersweet-loveliness

FOUND? the sum of us by baobeijuns (T, 4k, WIP, Wangxian, LWJ/OC, Angst, Modern AU, Fashion AU, Reincarnation, Ficlet Collection, Pet Store, Animals, Fluff, Crack, Soulmates)

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6. Hey! I’m so happy this blog exists! ❤️

I’ve been looking for a fic for a while and haven’t been able to find it myself, so I thought I’d come on here and ask for help. What I know is this: it’s a time travel fic, Lan Xichen is the one travelling through time; he sets out to try and change Meng Yao’s path and choices because he assumes all Meng Yao’s actions were influenced by his bad childhood and poor treatment by his father/the cultivation world, but Meng Yao still chooses evil/bad decisions. This is one of those “JGY was inherently evil” fics. 🙏🏼 @mrri

FOUND? Alternative Choices by StarClearWaters (Readoutloud) (T, 20k, wangxian, LXC/WQ, time travel, LXC pov, butterfly effect, protective LXC, temporary character death, panic attacks, mpreg)

FOUND? Into the Oubliette by Ruixx (M, 118k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, growing up, fix-it of sorts, time travel, arranged marriage, sibling bonding, adopted sibling relationship, light bdsm, sunshot campaign, war, politics, hostage JYL, visions, LXC redemption, good uncle LQR, empire building, WIP)

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7. Hi! I'm looking for a canon divergence fic where the following scene happens.

Once during the 13 years LWJ was mourning for WWX, he goes to a discussion conference at jinlintai with LXC. JGY arranges acrobatic performaces for his guests and employs a particular man to seduce LWJ. LWJ is interested in all the ways the acrobat's body twists and JGY smiles seeing his interest. LWJ is uncomfortable and leaves the hall only for this acrobat -named meng something - to go after him and prance on him.

This Meng guy tries to make LWJ give into him, says he saw the way LWJ was looking at him while he was bending his body, says he can bend his body in may other ways. It goes into assault territory since LWJ is not interested in looking this guy the way he used to look at WWX eventhough he clearly feels aroused. He tells the guy as much, that he doesn't want to fuck the meng-guy and the meng guy leaves him alone.

Turns out, JGY drugged both LXC and LWJ with some aphrodisiac. JGY made advances on LXC and succeeded. And he made the meng guy seduce LWJ but the meng guy failed.

The fic is in LWJ and is quite angsty.

FOUND! 💙 The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide) a detail the querent leaves out is that the acrobat was another of JGY’s bastard brothers, chosen for his resemblance to Mo Xuanyu; his routine included winding himself up in white ribbons.

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8. Hey i hope I can text you here..I looking for a wangxian fic which I already read bit forgot the name..it was about Lotus Pier being destroyed and wei ying being sold at an auction..lan zhan buys him to save him ..at first wei ying is quite,refuses to talk to lan zhan because he thinks that he is the same as others who just wanted to bed him.. but slowly he learns to trust him and falls in love ..apart from that there is also plot ..it was an already completed work..I hope you can help me @smarti97

FOUND? a little closer (to you) by krizzlesandblues (E, 88k, wangxian, historical, romance, pining, courtesan WWX, royalty LWJ, eventual smut, Sunshot Campaign, implied/referenced torture)

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9. Hello!!! I’m looking for a fic that I vaguely remember reading that takes place when WWX first goes to cloud recesses. Him and LWJ end up sleeping together and WWX doesn’t want him to feel bad or responsible for taking his virginity so he tells LWJ that he sleeps with a lot of people. LWJ gets jealous and they start sneaking around to sleep together. Eventually they are caught and they both find out they have feelings for each other.

FOUND? Straight at the Sun by diamondbruise (E, 33k, WangXian, Canon Universe, no war though, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, First Time, Anal Sex, Miscommunication, Jealousy, in abundance, Happy Ending)

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10. Hi, I genuinely cannot remember if I have already asked this, so if I have - Sorry! I'm looking for an au fic set during the Sunshot Campaign (mostly. I think) where WWX is hiding his identity by dressing as a woman? At one stage in the fic he ends up getting dressed up by female ghosts/fierce corpses and the people there are all sort of stunned because he's actually really pretty?? (I think NMJ was there?) Also I think there's a scene where outsiders assume that Fem!Looking WWX and LWJ are a-yuan's biological parents. Thank you!!

FOUND? Third Time's the Charm by Kyerian, Lily (LadyLilyAnne) (E, 117k, WangXian, Major Spoilers, Crossdressing, Happy Ending, Time Travel, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Minor Character Death, Mentions of self-harm, Romance, Weddings, kinky smut, Family Bonding)

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11. Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening to Mods! I'm not sure if it's appropriate to ask a fic I'm looking for right now but if so, I'm looking for this fic that I've been halting to read for years now 😭 and it's about an AU where WWX was saved from being thrown in the Burial Mounds, to be specific. I believe it's either both LWJ and JC or just LWJ who saved him and the fanfic starts in WWX waking up at the Yiling Supervisory Office feeling bad then that's it... And as far as I also remember in the tags, the author mentioned that the “Self-Harm” tag was about WWX not wanting to be help, hopefully this detailed description helps since I know there's another famous fanfic is similar to the fanfic I'm looking for. Thank you!

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12. Thanks for all your hard work! ♥️

I don't have a lot of information about the fic I'm looking for, but I'm pretty sure it's in the Jiang cheng, or yunmeng Jiang bashing area. The main point I'm remembering is how during the xuanwu cave, the one to get branded by the wen branding iron was Jiang yanli. Pretty sure it was her face

Sorry that this is all I have 😅

FOUND? A Star Fell by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow) (M, 71k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, POV Multiple, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Not JC Friendly, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Slow Burn, Sunshot Campaign, WWX becomes a medic, Mutual Pining) It’s a not Jiang friendly fic and tagged so, where Wei Wuxian is whipped so badly by YZY he’s permanently disabled, but it’s Mianmian who gets branded on her face in the cave, not Jiang Yanli.

FOUND? httpskaixx: Hello! Im scrolling on your feed when I read about the fic finder #12 something about jiang bashing then jiang yanli got her face burned with the wen iron in the cave [Ch34]. Sadly, the ao3 author's account (A_flower_in_the_snow) got deleted but someone posted the fic on wattpad with the author's consent. You can find the fic on this wattpad account: -NieHuaisang (yes, with dash) then title of the fic: OOC!

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13. Hello! Do you happen to know a fic where wwx books an appointment with professional Dom lwj? I think it started out with wwx waking up with a hangover and finding a confirmation text/email. I can remember vague details like it being set in modern day, wwx being a disaster (and maybe struggling with alcohol), lwj going to wwx’s apartment for the first meet-up, and I think wwx entering sub-space from having his hair brushed. Lwj had wwx be still and silent for Day 1

FOUND! A New Kind of Thrill by doukeshiA (E, 27k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Pro-dom LWJ, Dom/sub, Light Bondage, Spanking, Vibrators, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Subspace, BDSM, Coming Untouched, Anal Play, Anal Plug, Crying, Master/Pet, Come Eating, Mirror Sex)

NOT FOUND! Down On Bended Knee by cyclamental (E, 14k, WangXian, Power Bottom LWJ, Sex Worker LWJ, Dom/sub, Undernegotiated Kink, handjobs, Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, Gentle Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Praise Kink, Modern: No Powers, Engineer WWX, salty LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Edging, Angst-free Queer Awakening)

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14. hello i need y'all's help again. this fic im looking for has a kind of possessed wwx? by a demon or a dragon or smth else??? i forget. but he gets sealed in the cold cave in cloud recesses and lwj locks himself in with wwx as well. that's about what i remember :(((( id appreciate the help thank youuuu

FOUND! Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, dream sharing, politics, mystical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, happy ending)

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15. Hi i tried going through tags but still coulf not find it so i need help. Its a wangxian fic on ao3. Lwj keeps visits wwx then he decides to run away from the lan clan with the money he stored and replaced it with rocks. I remember huisang took the bunnies to lwj without anyone knowing. It also has like a sequal or chapter when the lan clan and lxc saw wangji in yiling with wuxian selling inventions and other things and getting hair decorated by the kids. By the end lxc asked for rabbits for cloud recesses. I think by the end lwj bid lxc goodbye and mist covered him with wwx. Thats all thank you i hope you find it

FOUND? Unpack Your Heart by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 22k, wangxian, everyone lives au, romance, burial mounds settlement days, protective LWJ, LWJ stays at the BM, YLLZ WWX, not friendly for lan elders)

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Car Crash

Young!Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 919

Warnings: They make out 😔 Unfortunately (or fortunately hehe) I have no self control

Summary: Sometimes a car crash is a good thing, particularly when it leads to a reunion with the man you haven't seen since your years at school.

General Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser

Harry Potter Taglist: @regulusblackswhorecrux

Sirius Black Taglist: @dragon-master-kai

Moots: @iheardarumorthings @thewritingbabe @scandalous-chaos @ddejavvu @winterwisteria

A/N: Also tagging @luveline cause she asked me to!! Love you Jade!! And thanks to my friend who gave me the inspo to write this. Love u too hehe

You knew it was stupid to be driving late at night in the middle of a blizzard. You knew it was especially stupid to be driving late at night in the middle of a blizzard on two hours of sleep. It’s really no surprise you crashed your car; your vision was blurred enough from lack of sleep without the snow covering your windshield and the darkness of the night. You’re only lucky you’re unharmed - your car wasn’t so lucky. Merlin, you wish you’d just apparated.

So now you’re sitting in your car, unable to see anything but a mountain of snow, with no one to call due to your utter lack of cell service. Things just couldn’t be better, huh?

You purse your lips, blowing a stubborn strand of hair out of your face in irritation. You hear a knock at your window, and you startle, whipping your head in its direction.

None other than Sirius Black smirks at you through the glass. “Need a ride?” he asks, voice muffled.

You gape, nodding once you regain your senses. You grab your bag, open the door, and step out. “Yes, thank you.”

“No problem.” Sirius winks. “Can’t say it’s too much of a hassle to let beautiful girls into my car.”

You flush, averting your gaze. “Oh, shut up,” you mumble.

“Can’t say I’m capable of that, love.” He leads you to his car.

“Clearly.”

Sirius puts a hand to his heart, gasping dramatically. “Oh, how you wound me!”

You allow a laugh, shutting yourself into the passenger seat. “So, how’ve you been these past few years?”

“Oh, you know, pretty all right. Been traveling.”

“Oh, cool. Is that why you’re out here?”

Sirius nods. “You?”

“Visiting my family,” you tell him. “I’ve been doing a lot of - “

“Art, I know,” he finishes. “You’re a bit well known, (Y/L/N).”

You laugh nervously. “Yes, I suppose I am.”

“So, where do you need me to drop you off?”

You bite your lip. “I’m still a ways off… Do you think I could stay at your place? Just till the storm breaks?”

“Ah, coming onto me already, are we?” Sirius says, grinning cheekily.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” you retort.

“Yeah, you can spend the night. Got a spare room at my apartment you can sleep in.”

“Thanks, Sirius,” you say gratefully.

“Anything for a pretty witch such as yourself.” He looks away from the road to flash you a quick, teasing smile.

You shake your head, ignoring the smile stretching across your own cheeks as you turn away. Maybe you can find a reason to stay for a little more than one night.

~

“Guest room’s right over there.” Sirius points ahead to the right. “Make yourself at home. I can make you something to eat if you’d like.”

“Oh, yeah, that would be great, if you don’t mind,” you tell him gratefully. You stop him with a hand to his shoulder before he can walk away. “And, erm, Sirius…” You bite your lip and swallow. “Thanks for this. Really.”

Sirius smiles, eyes softening. “Anytime. Just call me, okay?”

You nod, watching him as he heads off to the kitchen. You sigh, trailing into the room he’s letting you stay in. Merlin, what have you gotten yourself into?

~

“Dinner is served,” says Sirius dramatically, placing an exquisite plate of spaghetti in front of you.

“Wow, Sirius, where’d you learn to cook like this?” you marvel, taking a bite. “It’s incredible!”

“Well, magic does help just a little bit.” He winks, twirling his wand around on his finger. He takes a seat in front of you with his own plate. “How do you like the place?”

“It’s really nice,” you tell him. “Feels very… you.”

“You have no idea how nice it is to hear that after living with my mother for all my life,” he says honestly, giving you a sad smile.

You sigh. “I get that.”

The rest of dinner goes by in a blur of food, laughter, and thoughts of “Why didn’t I talk to him more during school?” Before long you’re both yawning, but neither of you really wants to hit the hay.

“This was nice,” you tell him, putting your plate in the sink. “We should really hang out more often.”

“Yeah,” he responds softly. He swallows. “You know, I, er… I always fancied you, y’know, back at Hogwarts.”

Your eyes widen, momentarily speechless. “You…”

Sirius turns, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I…” He laughs, shaking his head. “It’s ridiculous, right? I mean, you’ve always been too good for me, but… with your whole art thing, and - “

You cut him off, grabbing his face and pressing your lips to his.

He blinks. “Well. That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.” He grins. “I’ll take it, though.” He kisses you again, arms wrapping around your waist and hands threading through your hair. He pushes you against the counter, lifting you up so your legs are straddling his torso. He moves down to your neck, softly at first but then - holy Merlin he’s a good kisser.

“Do you mind if I stay an extra night?” you ask breathlessly. “I have a feeling I’ll be too tired to drive tomorrow, it just wouldn’t be wise.”

“I’d be more bothered if you didn’t,” he replies, grinning against your skin.

Maybe it’s not the way you expected your night to go, but you aren’t complaining. Sometimes a car crash can be a good thing.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x f!reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black fluff #sirius black oneshot #sirius black blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black #young!sirius black x reader #young!sirius black x you #young!sirius black x y/n #young!sirius black x fem!reader #young!sirius black x f!reader #young!sirius black imagine #young!sirius black fluff #young!sirius black oneshot #young!sirius black blurb #young!sirius black drabble #young!sirius black fanfiction #young!sirius black fanfic #young!sirius black fic #young!sirius black

[poursomesunaonme]

BITCH HOLY SHIT nishinoya, my baby boi, the song promised AND ILL LET YOU DECIDE IF ITS NSFW OR SFW HEHEHEHEHEH I think noya would probably use the pet name baby but who tf knows with that nutjob honestly PLEASE AND THANK BOG KITHES MWAH

GOD SYD TYSM FOR THESE SUBMISSIONS LMAO THE BLOOD IS TRULY FLOWING also this did not go where i was thinking it would lmaoaosjfas i hate the word limits i put on myself but i hope u enjoy it <3

cw: noya travelin, smooch, suggested nsfw

"you're dryer steam, you're someone's wet dream / ice cream for a meal"

you know that life is supposed to be beautiful.  it is—and you know this for a fact.  in the remote coastal town you live in, there’s nothing that can keep a day from seeming so gorgeous, even in a monsoon.  however, it can get dreadfully boring.  it’s a tourist attraction for the middle of the summer, but by the end, when the heat is sweltering and everyone goes back to their respective countries having experienced a fulfilling summer, there’s nothing to keep you entertained.

you think that the end of august on this sweltering summer day, wearing light clothes to keep yourself from overheating, will drag on until you melt like dropped ice cream on the sidewalk.  that is, until some vibrant foreigner ambles around the town square, holding up a map and walking around in circles.  you watch him for a second as his eyes flit from the map to the storefronts then back again, nibbling on his lip and muttering to himself in japanese.  you’re not cruel, so you approach him.

“hi,” you say, your hands on your hips to air out your underarms.  “looking for something?”

“oh!”  you could’ve sworn his ears perk up like a dog’s when he hears your voice and peers up at you from over the map.  “i’m looking for-”

he fumbles your dad’s tackle shop’s name and you laugh and tell him you know exactly where it is.  he follows you, asking about the town and you answer politely, wondering who he is and where he comes from.  he’s nearly over the moon when you arrive at the shop and let him know that it’s your dad who owns it.  he introduces himself as nishinoya yuu, noya to his friends, and you introduce yourself.  he tells you that he enjoys fishing and was looking for a spot to go out to try.

within the hour, you’re driving noya out past the coast (your dad took the day off with the exodus of customers) to a spot your dad frequents.   you tell each other about yourselves and it’s like a breath of fresh air.  he’s well-traveled for someone so young (and really cute too).  he doesn’t plan on staying for more than a week, by which you’re disappointed, but you’re determined to make the most of his stay for him.  you’re pleasantly surprised by the dexterity of his hands, the strength of his abdominals, and the sheer number of fish he catches.  

your parents adore him and offer him to stay at your place when he brings them all back and chats with your parents in the kitchen when they cook up a few of them.  they love him even more when he says to cook a few extra because of how much he can eat.

you know that life is supposed to be beautiful.  it is—and you know this for a fact.  in the august heatwave of your little summer tourist town, where it can get awfully boring to the point where you feel like you’re aimlessly melting like dropped ice cream on the sidewalk.  noya reminds you with each place he asks you to show him, each flash of an elated smile when he’s pleasantly surprised with what you show him, each stolen kiss (among other things) on secluded excursions, that there is so much to feel in the time you have to experience it—and he makes you realize you don’t wanna die until you feel it all.

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#noya x reader #noya x you #nishinoya yuu #🍀beanie's events #🪐beanie writes! #promised event

[elijahsvampylover]

i hope you got your happy ending. p.4

Elijah mikealson x reader

warnings - kiss?

summary - You and Elijah were lovers back in 1820. He left you one night because Mikeal was after them. You moved on, found a boyfriend and got pregnant of twingirls. He didnt want children so you stayed as an single mother. A few years later, you go on a small vacation with your girls. when youre looking for an restaurant, you bump into an strange men. Someone you expected never to see again.

ps: English isnt my first language. And if you dont like my writing you can leave. Thankyou already for reading. <33

The day flew by yesterday. 2 days after my meeting with the mikealsons are over. Today is the day, the day im going to see Elijah. Bel called last minute that she could watch the kids. so that i can go alone.

it was 12 noon. The bar wasn't far away from here. I got into the car and drived for about 10 minutes.

As i walked trough the busy crowd in town seeing the bar. i already saw him sitting outside at a table with some coffee. As i walked to him, he offered me a warm smile. ''Hi, im glad you came. I want to tell you everything, if you give me the chance for it. Would you like something to drink?''

I nodded. ''Just a tea please.'' He ordered the tea and it was silence for a moment. ''So, are you going to explain it?'' i reminded him. He looked for a second to his feet and looked back to me again.

'''Well, First of all. i never wanted to leave you. And i swear, if i could, i had took you with me. I did not left because i wanted to, but i had to. Father was after us and we had to run. Again. When i left you i was heartbroken. After that i swore never to fall in love again with another person...''

It was silence. You didnt knew what to say. '' And that girl, Hayles or something like that?'' He chuckled. ''You mean Hayley. Yes, she carried Niklaus's child. I believe she has a crush on me or what do they say now?'' You smiled. ''Yes, a crush.''

''I cant say i return her feelings. Im not healed yet. I dont think i'll ever be, y/n..'' He said with a sad face. Before you could answer, he asked you something.

''I am a little curious, Y/n. How did you get children as a vampire? thats impossible.'' You looked up at him. ''I dont know, i was just pregnant from my boyfriend. He did not believe it was his, so we went to a witch. she could assurance that he was the father and i was really pregnant.'' there was a silence. ''but he didnt want the children, so he left. Before he left he tried to kill them. But i could just save them in time but now they stay so young forever. When i was on my 7th month i heard he died.''

''im sorry. But im glad you did got your children, you always wanted them as i can remember.'' He answered you and offered you a kind smile.

You guys spoke a little about when you guys had an relationship, what you guys did and which places you have seen. After that there was an akward silence.

''Were do you live actually? Do you have a Job? maybe a new lover?'' you looked back at him. ''i live in New york, I Have my own Make up brand, and my own clothing line. Next to that i am a singer, maybe you once heard me. And when im free i like to travel with my kids and Belcallis.''

''The dress im wearing, is from my brand.'' i added. He looked me up and down. ''its a beautiful dress i must say.'' That got you a little blushing.

''thanks'' you smiled sweetly. it reminded Elijah of when he first met you. how you would always smile at him after he gave you a compliment.

''When are you returning back?'' he asked. ''In 6 days. i've got work to do.'' he looked at his feet, eyes filled with guilt and sadness.

''Cant you just stay?'' that shocked u. ''u-uhm..why i dont have a reason.'' he made eye contact with you. ''i can give you a 100 reasons. reason 1, the most important one. Do it for me, and Rebekah, Klaus and even Kol. We have all missed u, y/n.''

''Elijah, pleas dont do this. We had one talk. i've mourned for a century. I can't do this Elijah, i have to choose for myself and my children.''

with that i stood up. ''i have to go and get Aliyah and Stormi. Have a good life Elijah.'' with that i turned around. ''Wait!'' Elijah shouted behind me. As i turned around i feel his lips smashing against mine.

after a second or three he let go. ''Just know, i love you with all my heart. I could not let you leave again before i said this and spoke my mind. You're free to leave now, y/n. But know, that i'll wait. wait for you. And please think about it. i'll be here.'' He then sped away in a flash.

I ran to my car and drove as to Belcallis. Why did he always have to make it this difficult for me? He knows im a love foolsick and yet he kisses me. Because he knew, he knew if he did something like that, it was harder for me to leave.

i parked the car below the appartment Bel currently was staying in. I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. ''hi, they are back there with Bel.'' I looked the boy up and down. Damn, really something Bel woud choose. ''Thankyou.'' i politely gave him a smile as i walked in.

''Baby Girls?'' Stormi ran out the living room and hugged me. ''Your back mommy.'' she smiled so sweet. such a cutie. ''I am back baby. where is your sister?'' i asked her. ''Asleep.'' Ofcourse, she loves sleeping. that lazy baby. ''Hi gurl" i turned around and there she was. Bel.

I smiled at her. ''We really have to talk.'' She looked worried immediately. ''Whats wrong?'' i gave her my 'it happened' face.

''OMG'' ''I cant believe it!'' She almost screamed. ''Mommy?'' Aliyah stood at the hallway door. ''Hi baby'' i picked her up as i put stormi down for a sec. ''How did you sleep?'' she was rubbing her eyes. ''Good. we watched Elsa.''

The girls took their little backpack that i made this morning with their ipad, extra pair of clothes + swimwear, some toys and 2 candies. ''Listen i'll call u tonight. We have to talk about this.'' I nodded. said goodbye to her 'boyfriend', and went to the car.

As far as i knew, there was a cinema here. ''Girls, who wants to go to the cinema?'' ''Yes we want to go mommy!''

''Alright give me a second i want to look which movies there are.'' i scrolled down. God, there are so much movies me and belcallis would love to see rn. ''Okay girls, there are a few choices. choice 1, Moana. 2, The lion king. 3, Mulan, or the last one, Finding Dory.''

i looked away from my phone and looked at them. ''finding dory.'' they answered. ''Alright lets go then.''

''Hello miss, what kind of snacks would u like?'' ''one medium pocorn, a little bag of m&ms, and some doritos please.''

We watched the movie and it was fun. you headed back to the hotel and bathed them. Tommorow youre seeing Rebekah again. But now, now you were tired and wanted to sleep. Before that you called Bel. She said that you have to think about it and you could make a new start here. Not only for the love but also for yourself. I mean, she was right. i've been in New york for 6,5 years. But.. i loved New york, so its a difficult situation.

For the Girls it wasnt a problem, they love it here. You could move your building to here and buy a nice house. But you werent sure if you wanted to. The only thing you wanted right now , was sleep.

#elijah mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah x y/n #twin girls #the originals x reader #new orleans #new york #rebekah mikaelson #regret

[yume-x-hanabi]

I thought of simply copy/pasting my twitter thread but you know what, we’re on Tumblr, we’re allowed proper paragraphs, so let me just ramble like in the good old days :p

Assorted B²TSM Headcanons pt.1: Worldbuilding

Honestly the funniest thing about this fandom is that the entire canon consists in four skits, two music videos, and a song. That is to say, BARELY FUCKING ANYTHING. Guys, I’m used to a video game with extensive lore developed over several games, eight guidebooks, thirteen Drama CDs, five short story series, and some manga. I cannot begin to tell you how different this experience has been 😂 Anyway, as frustrating it can be to have barely anything concrete to go with, it also means… it’s free real estate, baby 😎

A. The Time Machine

So, I’ve been thinking about the mechanics of the whole time-travelling thing for a bit longer than is healthy, and I’ve developed some potential ways it could go that could be fun to play with.

But first, a crack theory I’ve become very fond of: the "time machine" gave them new young & healthy bodies, but the creation of those bodies was influenced by whoever was operating the machine at the time. That's why they all look vaguely like Brett or Eddy—I mean, Bang YG and his assistant. That would also explain the fact they can all speak modern English (+ the accents).

Now let’s look at a couple ways they could have been brought to the future:

1. Actual, full-fledged time-travel

They were plucked from some point of their lives and dragged to the future with no warning. That opens up a few possibilities:

1.a. Continuity errors. Plucking them from their past lives will alter the timeline, and probably change the world of classical music irrevocably. Basically Bang YG u done goof. You’re gonna need forty Ling Ling stones to fix that mess. Oh boy.

1.b. The timeline is not affected, which means they’re fated to go back to their own time at some point, probably with some very convenient memory loss (this was a common plot in HP time-travel fics when I used to be into it /tangent). This one comes with high angst potential: knowing their time here is limited, having to make the most of it, and the worst is that they won’t even be able to use future knowledge to make their past lives better when they go back. Oh the drama, oh the angst.

1.c. The timeline is not affected, because this basically creates a parallel universe, in which history up to the use of the time machine remains unaffected.

Whichever scenario you go with in this category, this means they were brought over when they were still relatively young, and likely haven’t yet composed some of the great hits they’re known for. Imagine Tchaik and Shosty talking about Beethoven’s 9th symphony, meanwhile he’s like “huh, I have no memory of this piece”. That can lead to some complex feelings, knowing such-and-such famous piece is yours but in a way it’s not (not yet). Or, worse, learning about facts from their personal lives that haven’t happened yet. Momo realizing he’s got about five years left to live when he goes back to his era (in scenario 1.b.)

2. Kind of a reincarnation AU

So this summer I watched Paripi Koumei, which is a very fun and light-hearted anime (highly recommended), and I bring it up here because I really like the concept and think it could apply here. The premise of the anime is that famous strategist Zhuge Liang (Kongming) from the Three Kingdoms is reborn in modern-day Tokyo after he dies. He basically spawns in modern Shibuya with a youthful appearance and all his memories. So, I thought this could be a way to go with how the “time machine” works here: it brings the guys’ consciousness from the point of their deaths and gives them a younger body (a copy of their own, or *see crack theory above*).

That means they know exactly what they did in their past lives. That also means that they remember their own deaths. Very trauma, much angst.

On a brighter note, that means they’re here to stay. They’re basically given a second chance at life, in a world that’s hopefully a bit easier to live in than their past one.

B. The Band’s Concept

I can’t imagine the public being told they’re the real deal. I mean, imagine if people learned that there was a time machine out there that could bring loved ones back to life. That would cause unending chaos. And that’s if they’re believed to begin with—the most likely reaction would be to dismiss it as a prank.

So, the “official” version they’re going with is that it’s simply the band’s concept, that they’re roleplaying the composers (like I think there’s a kpop group whose concept is that the members represent the zodiac signs). So, in essence, they’re pretending to be random guys who’re pretending to be their actual selves XD

Regarding roles, there is much debate about who the maknae is. Is it Shosty, because his birth date is the most recent? Or is it Mozart, who’s the youngest in terms of actual years lived in his previous life? I like to think that the company never confirms either ways and lets the fans argue about it to their hearts’ contents. It’s part of the mystery~

(In truth, the actual members don’t give a damn about “roles”, they’re just there to make music.)

(Maybe that’s part of their unconventional side that makes them popular among some people.)

Also, Pag wasn’t meant to be brought to the future, it’s a result of a time machine mishap. He basically barged his way into their debut because “How dare they form a band without me, greatest violin virtuoso Niccolò Paganini?! Mamma mia…” and now he’s hanging around. Not quite an official member, but often heavily involved (whether they want it or not). Mozart says he’s their mascot. No one is sure how to feel about that statement.

Lastly, since so far they’ve either been using their last names or nicknames to address each other, I’ve developed some headcanon that their last names are their stage names, but also simply the names they go by now in their day-to-day lives. Like they’ve shed their first names, it’s a thing of the past, an identity they can’t truly assume anymore. Maybe that’s why they’re so fond of nicknames, because it gives them a more personal touch (Mozart started the trend, and it caught on very fast after that). They do still use full names from time to time in certain circumstances, and that’s what’s on official documents, but… it’s complicated. I like to think they eventually start reclaiming their full identity between themselves as time passes and they grow more comfortable in their new circumstances and their bond grows closer. (Names as a sign of intimacy, in my fandoms? It’s more likely than you think!)

Anyway that’s it for the worldbuilding side. I have a few more posts planned about different aspects of this universe and their characters.

Feel free to share your thoughts on this, and your own headcanons if you have some!

#in which i subject my whole follow list to my new obsession #feel free to mute the tags if you're only here for Tales lol #anyway i have way too many feelings about this dumb fictional band #b2tsm #b²tsm #b²tsm headcanons #if we're not careful i'll have a ship manifesto ready by the end of the year #that's how deep i am atm #long post

[frobby]

Manwhas/mentions I like

No home

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

This is obligatory at this point tbh. I fucking love this shit. 

Haejoon Goh has been bulied his whole life basically for his mom being real weird and claiming she can see ghosts. As hes moving to the dorms of his new school with his life savings it gets stolen by eunyung baek. After he figures this out he goes and confronts eunyung who has already spent all his money. They get into a fight and haejoon accidentally ends up in the hospital and misses the dealine for entering into the dorms and has to move into the abbandoned dorm of the school with another student. This student just so happens to be eunyung baek which as you remember stole haejoons fucking money. 

Like i said this is so fucking good. Please read it. Any reservations you may have should be tossed aside. Think its too scary cuz of ghosts? The ghosts arent in it that much. Art style weird? You’ll warm up too it, its very dynamic with color choice. Think it doesnt sound interesting  or comedic? This is a drama and filled with angst and is extra sad. DO IT NOW GUYS PLEASE IM BEGGING AT THIS POINT 

Eleceed

This is prolly the most popular here so ill keep it brief. 

Jiwoo seo is special. He has the power of super speed. Due to this abnormality hes kept it a secret his whole life. One day he picks up an injured cat which turns out to be the extremely famous and dangerous awakener kayden break who turned into a cat to protect himself and doesnt have enough power to turn back. Kayden tells jiwoo about awakeners which is people with powers like jiwoo and agrees to train him.

This is a really fun series. I love the found family and kayden and jiwoo’s father son dynamic. The battles are really dynamic and interesting. The world building is interesting too. (also kayden is hot lmao) its on webtoon but the unofficial translations are ahead by like 40 chapters so 

Papa wolf and the puppy(king of wolves)

Okay so this is lowkey the funniest shit ever and allow me to explain why: this started with a wolf and a puppy hanging out in the forest and then RANDOMLY the author did a human au and a few chapters later started a newass story where they’re human and its an ex gang boss raising a little kid he found in the fucking woods he was hiding out in. 

Its really cute. Im always a big fan of adults adopting little guys and raising them to be better than them(kayden and jiwoo). I like all the characters and i love that the kid is named potato. Very very cute 

(oops i messed up this is chinese im sorry) 

Dam of the Forest

Read this if you want to be fucking sad 

Dam had a strange power to make things grow. Plants and even people grow when he touches them. As he gets older he stays the same size and no longer ages. His powers get stronger and eventually he secludes himself in a forest for a very long time. He them comes across a group of travelers who tell him that the world has turned into a wasteland other than this forest due to pollution. 

Like i said its really really sad. Its not that long so far so im excited to see how it develops. Idk what else to say other than if u wanna read something sad go for it.

Phantom School

This is a bit of a shot in the dark but still. 

Ingan kim was given a job as a teacher just as he wanted. However the school he goes to teach for is a school for phantoms and if they find out hes a human they’l kill him. Having to keep this a secret and keep his nerves under wraps turns to be quite difficult for him along with educating the young undead. 

Imma be honest this premise is an A+ for me. Obsessed. But otherwise the storytelling is very interesting to me but its also rather short so far but im very invested. (my only complaint is one of the translations i was reading did my least favorite thing manwha translations do where they change the korean names to english ones halfway through) 

Man Drowning in a veil

I literally love this shit so much that i almost forgot about cuz i havent finished it lmao 

(bear in mind the translation i read actually used japanese names so sorry if u use those rn) 

Aimu is an extremely tall, big man but despite his towering stature he loves all things pink and cute. A true king if you will. However one day an extremely rude classmate tells him that everyone finds him weird and gross for his interests which makes him shut them down completely only dressing in black and such. Untill one day he meets kohaku who is the owner of a stuffed animal shop that quickly befriends him seeing his underlying interest in her wares and wants him to embrace his interests more. 

Kohaku is the girlboss to aimus malewife. Im sorry. In all seriousness this tackles the ideas of self expression and the breaking of gender roles. The characters are funny as hell and i like all of them a normal amount. 

EXTRA: just for fun 

This isnt a manwha its japanese but idk when else to talk about it so what are you gonna do about it its my post 

Ake no tobari 

Ive been reading this recently and i really like it. Its implanted itself so badly in my brain that when my friend and i went to see doctor strange (neither of us knew anything about btw please dont ask) this is what i was thinking about 

Tobari is a demon that love humans and wants all humans and demons to live peacefully and be friends. To do this go goes to shinonome village where his old friend sayuri lived to start his bloodless conquest of the demon world. There he meets reimei a barrier artist and the towns exorcist who keeps the demons in line and they quickly become friends. 

The fights are really good and i like the characters. The world building is easy to understand and they characters have fun dynamics with eachother. I binge read like 170 chapters which out getting bored which is a feat. overall full marks no complaints. 

#no home #집이 없어 #eleceed #dam of the forest #phantom school #저승고 #ake no tobari #捡了东西的狼 #papa wolf and the puppy #man drowning in a veil #manwha

[frozenbound]

dragon hybrids anon here to say u absolutely knocked it outta the park w/ my request thank u very much. glad to hear ure feelin a bit better and even more glad to see more of ur excellent writing. ive got another request if u feel like it: time travel shenanigans where an older hanzo (around overwatch recall-ish age) ends up in the past somehow and gets seduced by a very needy younger version of his little brother (pre attempted fratricide) who has a thing for older men because of obvious reasons. maybe throw in some daddy kink and some mild identity porn if ure so inclined :3

I'm glad you enjoyed them, Anon!! Dragon hybrid Shimadas are just...so good. I really enjoyed writing it!

And now time travel shenanigans! Man oh man, I LOVE me some Shimadacest time traveling and identity porn, let me tell you!! Another high quality ask! Thanks so much for the request, I appreciate it!

Time traveling Older Hanzo with Young Genji, coming right up under the Read More!

Hanzo sprawled out on his back, staring at the sky through a canopy of pink and white cherry blossoms.

He knew joining Overwatch would be a bad idea. He just knew it.

As soon as he could breathe again, he was going to get to his feet, find Genji, and drag him away to…somewhere. Somewhere that wasn’t the middle of a battle between renegade Omnics and renegade heroes.

Genji wouldn’t be too surprised. As soon as he had finished giving Hanzo a tour of their base…a dilapidated, obsolete eyesore…and introduced him to his teammates…a ragtag group of overly-loud, overly-enthusiastic extroverts that had Hanzo itching to disappear at the earliest possible moment…Genji had brought Hanzo to a quiet rooftop overlooking the Mediterranean, sat him down, took off his mask, and said with an mirthful will of iron, “Yes, they’re insane, but so am I, and so are you, and I’m convinced this is where we can do the most good, brother.”

Hanzo had scoffed. “You may be insane,” he’d grumbled, looking out over the orange water towards the setting sun, “but I am not. What makes you think I’m staying after seeing all that?”

“This,” Genji said simply.

And he had leaned forward and kissed Hanzo.

With tongue.

Then with moans, deep, drawn-out moans as Hanzo pressed forward and laid them both out full-length on that roof, chasing the flavor, the feel of Genji’s mouth.

At last. At long, long last.

There, under the open, darkening sky, Hanzo had, with trembling fingers, pushed his trousers down and then felt and poked and prodded between Genji’s legs, finally fondling Genji’s cock and ballsack that fell into the open air when his little brother released his codpiece, and sighing when long-held yearning was finally relieved as his fingertips found the soft, clenching muscle of Genji’s entrance.

By the time the sun disappeared under the horizon, Hanzo was buried in Genji, holding back sobs at how good he felt, how perfect he was around him and laid out under him, so willing and relaxed and buzzing with desire, desire for him, Hanzo, which he had only dreamed might exist in his little brother’s heart.

Then, after Hanzo had thrust his way to both their completions, Genji spilling across his own stomach and chest untouched with a cry that echoed Hanzo’s as he erupted deep inside, they had lain there together under the stairs, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I’ve wanted this,” Hanzo murmured into Genji’s hair, drawing him closer to his chest, “since the moment you earned your dragon. You looked so handsome, bathed in light and power. I knew then I wanted no one other than you.”

Genji chuckled. “I wish,” he said with a trace of trepidation, “that I could say the same. Don’t get me wrong, brother, I’m flattered that you’ve wanted me for so long, but the world might’ve been kind to keep us apart so long. I’ve always admired you, looked up to you, but would I have returned your affections? Well…not until I saw you again in the castle.”

Despite having Genji here in his arms at last, it was something of a blow to hear that Genji hadn’t shared his feelings as long, but that wasn’t anyone’s fault, much less Genji’s. However, curiosity piqued, Hanzo asked, “Until you saw me there? Why?”

He felt Genji sigh against his chest. “I’m a little wiser than I was in our youth, brother, but one thing hasn’t changed.”

Hanzo furrowed his brow. “What?”

“I’m still as shallow as ever. When I saw that you were…” Genji fell silent and shifted around for an uncomfortable moment, before he awkwardly laughed and continued, “that you’d grown into a DILF, into an oji-san, I instantly got hard as a rock and stayed hard during that entire fight.”

Genji chuckled when the skin pressing against his face warmed up. Hanzo’s blushing was so intense it had reached all the way down to his chest.

“I am not…” Hanzo mumbled.

“Yeah, you are,” Genji said with a laugh. “Accept it. Be grateful for it. Once I caught the oji-san bug when I was nineteen, I’ve chased them all my life. Now I’ve got one for my very own, and I’m not letting go.”

Hanzo was silent for a few moments, before he ventured, “So…if I had…confessed to you earlier…”

“Honestly? If you had confessed before you hid that long chin of yours under your beard, automatic no, and I wouldn’t have been nice about it. After you grew your beard, I might’ve been up for being fuckbuddies, but I suspect that wasn’t what you wanted.”

“No,” Hanzo agreed, his heart clenching.

“I think,” Genji said gently, “that we could’ve had something that wasn’t perfect, but good enough…maybe…to last until you aged like a fine wine.”

“Humph.”

Genji shrugged and stroked his hand up and down Hanzo’s flank. “I’m sorry, brother, but I’m only being honest.”

“I know,” Hanzo said with a huff. “And I accept it, but I wish many, many things could have been different in the past.”

“As do I,” Genji said softly. “But I wouldn’t change this, right here, right now. Never. Not for anything.”

And for one perfect moment, Hanzo was content. With everything. Past, present, and future.

The moment had passed, of course, but with Genji at his side and in his bed and in his heart, much of that contentment managed to stick around.

But enough was enough.

After being forced to return to Hanamura to face an alliance of Hashimoto and Talon just in time for a Null Sector attack to send everyone, friend and foe, scrambling for cover, enough was finally enough.

The battle against Null Sector had been hard, but ultimately successful, and Hanzo had even allowed himself to be briefly impressed by this ragtag group of heroes…then a lone Null Sector omnic soldier had reared up out of its hiding place and blasted Hanzo off his feet, along with Tracer, the time-traveling, hyperactive poster child of the new Overwatch, right into one of Symmetra’s teleporters.

Hanzo attributed the sudden silence and abrupt change of scene to the teleporter. The only place there could be this many cherry blossoms was on the castle grounds, so they were evidently not in Kanazaka any longer. 

So he could afford to lie here for a little while before he finally got up and made the long trip back down the hill and find Genji.

“Well, well! What do we have here?”

Hanzo started at the familiar voice, his eyes widening, but no…that was impossible.

“Another drunkard left behind after the Golden Week crowds, huh? You’d better get up, old man. The Shimada family may open the grounds to the public out of the goodness of their hearts, but most of them aren’t as laid back and…forgiving as…I am…”

There was a moment of silence…charged silence, as Hanzo felt eyes rake up and down his body.

“Hey there.”

Hanzo sat up with a jolt when someone crouched beside him, and the sight was as impossible as the sound: Genji.

Young, unscarred, fully flesh, looking down at him while licking his lips.

Seductively.

“G…” Hanzo started to say, breathless, astounded, shocked to the core.

Then he picked his jaw off the floor, clicked his mouth closed, and scowled, because the answer came to him in a flash.

He was dreaming. The blast hadn’t thrown him into the teleporter after all; it had thrown him into a wall and he had suffered a major head trauma and he was hallucinating-slash-dreaming.

It took him a moment to realize what was happening because Genji, young, whole, untouched, hadn’t appeared in his dreams since the real Genji, with every mark Hanzo had carved into him, had dropped out of the shadows and back into his life.

Before then, however, he had appeared often enough…and wearing that exact expression, exuberant, confident, and utterly shameless as his lively eyes traveled up and down Hanzo’s body, lingering on his torso and arms because each muscle was outlined by his skintight, longsleeved compression shirt.

He licked his lips again, in that characteristic way that always forced Hanzo’s eyes to watch the perfect lines of his mouth.

“Well, oji-san,” Genji said in a voice so low it was nearly a growl. “I don’t think the guards know you’re here. What will you do if they find you?”

Hanzo’s hackles immediately raised at the word oji-san. This was the Genji who would have rejected him if he had confessed his feelings long ago, precisely because he wasn’t an oji-san.

And this Genji knew that, because this was a dream and Hanzo’s subconscious delighted in torturing him at every opportunity.

And indeed, Genji smiled teasingly at Hanzo’s deepening scowl. “Oh, yes,” he drawled. “Lucky for you, I think I could be convinced to help you out a little, if you were to do me a little…favor.”

And Genji reached out to trace his finger down Hanzo’s arm.

Hanzo snorted.

One of these dreams, huh? he thought as he watched Genji waggle his eyebrows suggestively.

Fine, then. If even Dream Genji preferred DILFs, then he’d get one.

“O-oy!”

Hanzo surged up to his feet and, grabbing Genji by the shirt, hoisted him to his feet and slammed Genji harshly against the nearest tree, causing the blossoms above them to quiver.

Normally, he had enough propriety not to kiss his little brother out in the open.

Here, though…

“Mmf!” Genji tried to shout past Hanzo’s lips, but like so many times before, he struggled for only a moment or two before his eyes rolled back and his lips and mouth and body relaxed under Hanzo’s, and Hanzo permitted himself a thrill of triumph as he sought to get a taste of this Genji, the one who had enraptured him for so long.

He tasted shockingly similar to how Genji tasted now, despite everything…

But reality bleeding into his dreams was to be expected. Hanzo had always been overwhelmingly practical, so that even when he was lucid dreaming and had the power to do literally anything he wanted, he was content with Genji’s soft lips under his own, with Genji’s skin under his hands as they roved under his shirt, and with Genji’s sigh, so relaxed, so accepting of this oji-san version of his older brother sticking his tongue down his throat and pinching and tweaking his nipples and pressing the whole length of their bodies together…but only for a moment.

Then Hanzo was sliding down, breaking the wet kiss even as Genji chased after him, before his little brother gave up and threw his head back and let out another long sigh as Hanzo pressed kisses to his throat and to the swell of muscle underneath his shirt until his knees hit and ground and he was facing the bulge in Genji’s short shorts.

He deftly unbuttoned and unzipped them and was not the least bit surprised when Genji’s heavy cock fell out, uncontained by any underwear.

And Hanzo drew in a long, indulgent sniff, filling his lungs with Genji, before he opened his mouth and effortlessly let Genji slide past his lips and tongue and straight into his throat.

“Fuck!” Genji yelped, his hands clamping onto Hanzo’s head, his fingertips curling into his graying hair. “Fuck! Fuck!”

Hanzo would have chuckled if Genji weren’t blocking his airway.

Then he would have sneezed, since Genji’s pubic hair was tickling his nose.

But he managed to suppress it as he drew back, hearing Genji’s breath catch as he stopped to nurse right on the head of his cock, drinking in the precum that was all but spurting out.

Then he laid his hands over Genji’s, still fisted in his hair, looked up at his little brother, and nodded.

Genji was impetuous, self-assured, and most of all, intense when he had been this young.

Dark lust dimmed Genji’s eyes.

His grip tightened.

And he slammed his cock back into Hanzo’s throat.

Hanzo would have sighed in utter contentment, if…

As it was, he had to steal what gulps of air he could in the split seconds of freedom, between the brutal slams of his little brother’s cock into the warm, slick, tight confines of his DILF older brother, so pleased to have found such the perfect little cocksleeve he’d always needed.

Hanzo started to make obscene and wet noises every time his airway was clear because he knew the fire it would set in Genji’s blood, the carnal conflagration, the absolute need to fuck and pound into that welcoming mouth until he shot his boiling load straight down into Hanzo’s stomach.

Genji shuddered and thrust Hanzo’s face into his pelvis, burying his nose into his pubes one last time, and Hanzo was a practical man; all he wanted was to be this close to Genji, with Genji’s length pulsing in his mouth and throat, and Genji’s heat blooming and burning all the way down to his core.

Black spots danced in his vision and his fingers tingled and his blood screamed for oxygen, but nothing could come between him and this most intimate moment that he craved more, much more than air.

It was Genji who eventually drew back and allowed Hanzo to suck in a long, deep breath.

Then Genji reached down and tilted his wet, drool-covered bearded chin up and they locked gazes for a few endless moments, simply staring, with Hanzo panting, open-mouthed with red lips, and Genji had something akin to worship in his eyes.

Once Hanzo had caught his breath, Genji tugged him back to his feet and kissed him, gently, licking over his sensitive lips.

And with his free hand, he pushed those short shorts to the floor and stepped out of them.

And he pulled Hanzo forward.

And he unbuttoned and shoved Hanzo’s trousers down just enough to free his weeping, rockhard erection.

And he urged Hanzo to press forward harder, to press Genji firmly against the tree trunk, and to support his weight as he wrapped his legs around Hanzo’s hips.

And he guided one of Hanzo’s hands down and under the curve of his perfectly muscled, round ass…

…to the soft flared rubber handle of a buttplug.

Hanzo chuckled into Genji’s mouth as he tugged on it.

This really was a dream come true.

Then he swallowed Genji’s moans as he slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pulled it out, stretching Genji’s rim until it popped free.

And Hanzo tossed it aside and lined up his cock with Genji’s loose, lubed, and welcoming entrance and drove in as deeply and easily as Genji had driven into his throat.

“Ah!” Genji cried out, breaking their kiss.

He sounded so sweet that Hanzo didn’t resume it; instead, he latched onto the side of his neck, sucking and raking his teeth and mouthing and licking as he gently rocked in and out of Genji, as gentle now as he had been the first time they’d made love, because Genji was the wild and ferociously free brother who wanted to bust his nut into his devastatingly handsome older brother and mark him as his as quickly as possible, and Hanzo was the practical and patient brother, and he wanted the slick, velvety heat of his little brother around his cock for as long as possible.

“Ah! Ah!”

Genji sounded wonderful. Divine.

He sounded almost as good as he felt.

So hot, so smooth, so perfect, molding around him as though he was made to be the lock to Hanzo’s key, his body parting and opening to Hanzo’s gentle yet insistent nudging and chasing after him as he glided out, and Hanzo felt like he had all the time in the world, here under the cherry blossoms, to work his way gradually up to his pinnacle, the smell of his and Genji’s sweat and arousal slowly intensifying and combining, their breaths getting increasingly ragged with Hanzo’s being particularly raspy in his abused throat, a constant reminder of the contrast between their radically different yet complementary styles.

“O-Oji-san,” Genji panted, right when Hanzo was on the edge.

“Say my name, Genji,” Hanzo bit out harshly, teetering.

Genji blinked rapidly.

Then, slowly, “H…”

Hanzo paused and waited.

“H…Han…Hanzo…” Genji breathed.

“Again,” Hanzo ordered.

“Hanzo.”

“Again.”

“Hanzo!” he yelped as Hanzo bucked his hips, burying himself balls-deep in the first abrupt movement he had made since crushing their lips together at the beginning of this sweet, teasing dream.

“Again, Genji,” Hanzo panted. “Never stop.”

“Hanzo! Hanzo!”

He followed the rhythm Genji set with his name, spearing up into him and punching that sweet call out of his little brother…

“Hanzo! Hanzo! Hanz…ah!”

…until he felt Genji’s hot essence erupt between them, soaking their clothes, seeping in to wet their skin, as Genji again shuddered and trembled all around him.

He drove in one last time, seeking to surround himself with Genji as much as possible.

“Genji,” he hissed as he flooded into his precious little brother, painting him, filling him, marking him as his, as he always was, as he always would be, as his cock throbbed and his nerves sang and the need he had to unite with his brother, to always be united with him, was sated…again…for a little while.

His orgasm slowly tapered off, leaving him as content as he had learned was only possible when he was here, in Genji, buried in him and covered with him and holding him both deep inside and in his arms.

He bent his knees and lowered them both to the ground. When the motion eventually popped him out of Genji’s sloppy, red entrance, Hanzo returned the gentle favor Genji had bestowed on him by lifting his hips, nearly bending him in half, and burying his face in Genji’s musky valley and laving his tongue over the red skin, licking up the errant white ropes of cum leaking out until Genji managed to wink closed and keep the rest deep within him, where it belonged.

Then he lowered Genji’s hips to the ground, his legs splayed on either side of him, and they just looked at each other silently for a few moments, breathing slowly, the smell of sex heavy around them.

Genji suddenly smiled, lopsidedly, and opened his mouth.

There was a flash of white light.

And Hanzo slammed against a wall.

“Oof!” Tracer grunted alongside him, and then, with a flash of blue light, she was gone and suddenly thirty feet away, on her feet, uninjured, and flashing away, firing into the rogue Omnic’s sides with her pistols.

Hanzo laid on the ground, nearly catatonic with whiplash and confusion.

What…?

And suddenly Genji was there, all sleek and white and metallic with his cybernetics, crouching beside him…

…tucking his flaccid penis back into his trousers and buttoning him up…

…then gathering him into his arms and running, carrying him to safety and the warm glow of Mercy’s healing staff.

Later, hours later, when the battle was over and the sun had long since set and Hanzo was as well as circumstances permitted, he went in search of Genji.

He found him on the rooftop, gray against the night sky.

They stood side-by-side for a moment, looking up at the stars.

Hanzo turned to Genji, opening his mouth to speak…

…but Genji was already pushing him down to his knees.

Hanzo let out a little annoyed huff, but he supposed they could talk later.

For now, he simply kept his mouth open.

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