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wowifinallywatched · 3 months

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Listen...this is not my official more coherent thoughts around the Jigsaw installment of the fucking incredible Saw franchise that i normally like to post first but if you've ever wondered what it's like to watch a movie with me and my internal monologue well LOOK NO FURTHER

Coherent thoughts will be coming soon, but for now enjoy a raw reaction to whatever the FUCK THIS WAS I JUST FINISHED WATCHING AND I AKSBFKABF I JUST NEED TO SHARE THIS FEELING WITH SOMEONE HOLY FUCK-

JIGSAW

Listen if you're gonna be bringing this iconic and amazing as fuck series back it better be Fucking at the same level

Ah yes your standard creepy detective who makes sexist jokes like they get paid for it and no one does anything about it because “it's just who they are” and it's one of the bad qualities you have to adopt in about this person uh yeah no FUCK THA-

Okay I'm sorry I'm fucking sorry 39:33??!?!?!?!?!? FUCKING GOLD BEAUTIFUL STUNNING THAT WAS EVERYTHING IVE WANTED LISTEN I KNOW TRUST THE PROCESS OF THESE MOVIES DONT JUDGE TOO SOON BUT FUCK ME THAT WAS GOOD AND I WAS STILL TEETERING Listen I miss John okay-

WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN IS HE GONNA COME BACK FROM THE DEAD OR IS THIS REALLY SMART AJBRIAHE Fucking skin suit or secret child ass akdbia

Eleanor DYING WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT Like i can judge this would totally be me as well BEAUTIFUL??? OKAY BITCH NOW I THINK YOU'RE CRAZY

OH MY GOD SHOW ME WHO THE FUCK POISENED YOUR SIPPY CUP BAG MOTHERFUCKER I AM LOSING MY SHIT NOT KNOWING IF JOHN REALLY IS ALIVE OR NOT FUChis

“He was my nephew” Oh my god he was his nephew I'm sorry I had to-

BRKJZISHWJBEJAHSIWBWIHSIS MOTHERFUCKING SAW MY FUCKING GOD YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN WJDBQJ PUTTING HIM IN JOHNS CASKET HAHAHHA HOW THE FUCK DID THEY DO THAT QUIETLY OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE MOVIES SO MUCH THEY'RE ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD AND JUST AJDBSIHDJW OBSESSED I CANNOT OH MY GOD I LOVE IT ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES IN MY BRAIN IT WAS EITHER GONNA BE TWO OPTIONS, JOHN WAS GONNA BE THERE OR HE WASN'T BUT JUST IN SAW STYLE, A SURPRISE THIRD OPTION HAS APPEARED HAHAHAH Its like when you watch these movies, you're thinking so hard about one part of it (where the fuck is John) that you become completely oblivious to other options (surprise Mr. Coma has appeared) ALSO I WORK IN THE FUNERAL INDUSTRY AND THERE IS STRICT LAW THAT YOU CANNOT OPEN UP A COFFIN INSIDE THE CEMETERY SO H A

I'm trying to bring logic into these movies when I just watched a man get turned into a human milkshake

But this also means that someone could have taken John's body and has been using his DNA But would the tests come back saying the DNA is dead or alive? Like someone purposely put his DNA under the guys nails to throw them off who's really playing these games I wonder if it's the OG Dr. saw bathroom who's running the show If John really is alive that would be fucking perfect This psycho mortuary girl better not have dug up John himself to fulfill her obsession I SWEAR- OH MY GOD SHE HAS THE OG SAW STOPPPP HAHAHAHAH Wait wait NO NO NO THIS IS A SET UP I SWEAR OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVE

everyone's like “oh copy cats copy cats” but it's actually the fucking detectives that study these cases of jigsaw everyone calm your tips MY TITS ARE NOT CALM WHERE IS THE DAUGHTER NO IM NOT FUCKING AROUND WHERE IS HIS DAUGHTER I SWEAR

Oh my god I hear remnants of the saw music as they drive off from the house 🥺 LITTLE PIGGY IS STILL IN PLAY LES GOOOO Everytime I see VAIDUWOFJKSHEIEHDIJWKDNWKJFKSBEKNWKDJEKDBOSBRKANJDHSID JOHN JOHN SOBDJSBDIAHDIHA I JUST CHOKED ON MY CEREAL OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN MY JIGGY SAWWY MAN IM GONNA CRY HOLY FUCK IVE MISSED YOU NSKFBSJS HOW THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE IN A FUCKING MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK NO I DO NOT TRUST WHAT I SEE ARE YOU A TWIN BROTHER OR SOME SHIT I AM LOSING MY MIND WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID THEY REPLACE YOUR BODY BUT THE TEST SUBJECTS WOULD HAVE COME BACK IS THIS A HALLUCINATION HOLY SHIT I AM ABOUT TO BREAK THIS FUCKING TABLE HOLY FUCKING SHIT My boy you look like you've aged so much Oh my god that misdiagnosis hit way too close to home alright I am John number one protector BUT HOW THE FUCK IS HE ALIVE BECAUSE THE TUMOUR AND THE SKABKFJA John baby listen i love you so much and I love the game you've got going on and you give the best monologue but HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE

Listen surely those jigsaw pieces are a set up because surely not even the most dumbass of cops would keep that in their fucking FREEZER HAHAHAH

I am absolutely fucked I trust none of you bitches except daddy mortuary

AWWWWWWWWW MEANING BEHIND THE PIG HEAD MENTIONED SO CASUALLY THAT IS SO CUTE JOHN

John is so fucking extra he has all these props and then uses a single shotgun

This is more trying to pick who Johns new apprentice is and i don't like any of them

GIRL WHY WOULD YOU WEAR BOOT HEELS TO THIS SCAVENGER HUNT

Listen John sliding the door to people's eternal doom just hits different okay

BACKWARDS OH MY FUCKING GOD JOHN YOU ARE SO SMART It’s literally been the EXACT SAME ALL THESE YEARS PLAY BY THE RULES HE NEVER SAID YOU HAD TO SHOOT EACH OTHER FOR YOUR FREEDOM THAT WAS NOT A RULE HE SET IN PLACE HAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS AND I WAS CLAIMING HE WAS USING A SIMPLE ASS SHOTGUN OF COURSE IT WASN'T JUST A SHOTGUN I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS

DADDY MORTUARY WAS THE DOCTOR THAT FUCKED UP HIS TEST RESULTS OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ABSOLUTE LAZY DICKWAD OF A MAN YOU ARE DOOMED HAHAH

Wait what the fuck this is sus whats happening ABDKJSJEBWJDHIWVDJHS I THOUGHT HIS BODY WAS JUST ROLLING AT FIRST WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NO NO WAY DADDY MORTUARY IS JOHNS NEW APPRENTICE DETECTIVE YOU AND ME ARE THE SAME WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM HIM NO YOU WERE THE ONE I TRUSTED NO FUCKING WAY THE ONLY ONE I TRUSTED TURNED OUT TO BE THE MAN BEHIND IT ALL HAHAHAHAH FUCK WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN FUYCJA FUCKABAFSIABKFJBKAF HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT IS HOLY FUCK LISTEN I STARTED TO DOUBT THIS ONE THEN I TOLD MYSELF DON’T DO THAT BECAUSE IT’S WHAT HAPPENS EVERY TIME I ALWAYS THINK THEY’RE NOT AS GOOD AS THE PREVIOUS ONE BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T REACHED THAT CLIMATIC PLOT TWIST THAT PULLS ALL THE PIECES TOGETHER AND THEN YOU REACH IT AND YOU THINK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE FUCKING PAST AND PRESENT PLAY THAT THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD AT

OH MY GOD I GOT SO EXCITED THINKING MY BABY JIGGY SAWWY MAN WAS ALIVE BUT NOPE IT WAS JUST THE PAST GAMES SOBS AND IT’S SO FUNNY BECAUSE NOW IF YOU REWATCHED THIS MOVIE YOU’D SEE ALL THE SIGNS POINTING TO THE TRUTH You just have to follow the rules You just have to follow the signs pointed in the direction of the movie plot OH FUCK ME MOVIE GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR CLEVER WAYS Think about it if you really listened to this movie, it’s literally telling you exactly what’s going to take place Oh fuck me HAHAHAHAH I NEED TO REWATCH ALL THESE MOVIES NOW WITH THAT MINDSET THIS HAS MIND FUCKED ME I CAN’T BELIEVE IT THE FACT WE WERE WATCHING THE OG GAME WITH THE DADDY MORTUARY BUT SIKE IT WAS TEN YEARS AGO

Not gonna lie Daddy Mortuary was kind of hot Jesus I need to learn his real name I'm sure someone said it I was just blinded by his good looks-

I AM LOSING MY MARBLES I LITERALLY CONTINUE DO ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW HAHAHA LIKE HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT MOMENT WHEN HE STARTED GETTING UP LOST IT GAVE ME FEELINGS BACK TO THE FIRST SAW MOVIE WHERE JOHN SLOWLY GOT UP AND REVEALED HIMSELF Oh my god Daddy Mortuary was the son John never got to have *GROSS SOBBING IN THE CORNER*

AND SLIDING THE DOOR SHUT JUST LIKE JOHN LIKE JIGGY SAWY FATHER LIKE JIGGY SAWY SON SO THIS GAME HAPPENED FUCKING YONKS AND WOULD HAVE ALREADY HAPPENED BEFORE AMANDA AND BEFORE WHATEVER THE FUCK DETECTIVE FACE WAS I ALREADY DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME I just can't I can't believe they still gave us John Kramer content while he's still fucking dead that was so fucking clever You can't have a saw movie without the original Jigsaw in it and they fucking keep it alive in a smart way, not forced, but smart WAIT DADDY MORTUARY WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY I GET IT THE GAMES HAPPENED TEN YEARS AGO AND SUCH BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH JOHNS BODY DID HE MOVE A WHOLE ASS CASKET AND REPLACE HIS CASKET WITH ANOTHER actually he works in a mortuary he would have the skills to do that HAHAHAHAH FUCKKKKKKK Listen this movie literally gave us John content, fucking ecstatic about it, then showed it was past John and that he's not really here right now

BUT THEY LEFT THE FUCKING DOOR WIDE OPEN FOR JOHN TO STILL BE ALIVE BY HIM NOT BEING IN THAT CASKET AND I KNOW ITS PROBABLY MORE A “They just put the body elsewhere/ replaced his casket” BUT LISTEN LET ME HAVE THIS SMALL OUNCE OF HOPE OKAY

ALSO DID I FUCKING CALL IT OR DID I FUCKING CALL IT ABOUT PUTTING JOHNS DNA UNDER HIS NAILS ON PURPOSE FUCKING CALLED THAT SHIT BITCH AND IM REALLY PROUD BECAUSE I CAN NEVER DO THAT WITH THESE MOVIES FUCK YES GO TEAM 1 FOR US 16 MILLION FOR THE MOVIE OKAY LET ME HAVE THIS ONE- Not me going on about how old John looks and it's literally exactly how he looks in all the other movies HAHAHAHAHAH

OH MY GOD IN THAT SCENE WITH JOHNS NEIGHBOUR AND LEG-O-LOSS I THOUGHT NEIGHBOUR WAS IN SHOCK (of course we find out because she was his neighbor) BECAUSE JOHN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD BUT IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE THEY WERE NEIGHBOURS NO ONE EVER BATTED AN EYE OR SAID BUT JIGSAW IS DEAD BUT JOHN KRAMER IS DEAD OH MY GODDDDD ANOTHER FUCKING SIGN TO JUST PAY ATTENTION TO THAT'S BEING SAID AND IT WAS REVEAL THE WHOLE MOVIE TO YOU

Just oh my God okay I need to lay this out Daddy Mortuary- Okay no let me find his real name Also poor fucking Eleanor she really was just a Saw fanatic and now she's wrapped up in something she doesn't even realise IF ONLY SHE KNEW BECAUSE SHE WOULD BE LOVING HER OWN STORY RIGHT NOW LOGAN HIS NAME IS LOGAN Alright so Logan fucked up John's test results by mislabelling (the poor other fucking dude that got those results) which i feel like was a bit of an add on instead of reveal WAIT BUT IF THIS GAME HAPPENED BEFORE THE OTHER GAMES IN THE OTHER MOVIES Oh my fuck then he would have no reason to mention it in any of his past monologues because he already faced the man that did it and seeked his ‘revenge’ OH MY GOD OKAY REDEEMED THAT WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD TO COMPLAIN ABOUT BUT HE'S BEEN REDEEMED CARRY ON So John sets up one of his classic games, with the machine that was “never used” or they never found the bodies for OH MY GOD LOGAN GAVE HER THE ANSWER. LITERALLY JUST TOLD HER. BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW. HE WAS APART OF THAT GAME. HE WOULD HAVE RECOGNISED THE MACHINE STRAIGHT AWAY. HE LITERALLY TOLD HER BUT OF COURSE YOU WOULD NEVER SUSPECT IT TO BE ANYTHING BUT AN ACCUSATION HAHAHAH SHITTTTT I keep trying to write this out calmly and then get really Hyped up forgive me- The game begins with everyone having their sins AND YOU KNOW WHAT I THOUGHT IT WAS SO WEIRD THE GAME STARTED WITH SOMEONE STILL UNCONSCIOUS, IT FELT VERY UNLIKE JOHN BECAUSE HE'S ALL ABOUT HAVING A FAIR CHANCE TO REDEEM YOURSELF and when we finally got to see the result of that scene where John is racing out to save him because it was an unfair start and he wanted to personally give him a second chance IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING- I wonder how far apart these events were to the previous movie

ANYWAY

My brain isn’t working i literally can't stop thinking about John being a protective father to him John takes him under his wing seeing his pain, seeing his grief and to teach him its not about anger AND LOGAN TEACHING JOHN SOME THINGS TOO SOBS listen, John is the most forgiving person IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT I KNOW WE HAVE LIKE 8 MOVIES TO SAY OTHERWISE BUT LET ME EXPLAIN- HE GIVES THEM A CHANCE TO CONFESS AND THEN BE FREE HE'S ONLY PUNISHING THEM BECAUSE THEY WON'T CONFESS THEMSELVES NOT BECAUSE HE'S MAD Oh my god i really am protecting a serial killer BUT HEY IT'S FICTIONAL And it is fucking wild to me that no one ever found these bodies (JUST LIKE MY BOY ADAM SOBS) and so Logan planned and waited until the perfect moment to fuck with the world Except there's one thing different from John to the other people that have tried to take his place John gives them a fair game, just play by the rules Amanda, Detective Douche, Logan - They all seemed revenge. They gave them a game, but it wasn't always fair, it wasn't always a game that could be won. Oh wait but Detective banana peel ass didn't exactly confess to freeing Logans wife's murderer so he didn't play the game right OKAY THAT WOULD BE VALID THEN It's just crazy to me that a game happened in real time and we technically got to see exactly what it would have looked like but we never saw the actual game

AND OF COURSE LOGAN CHOSE A GUY THAT DOOMED HIS WIFE'S DEATH AS THE GUY TO GET NO CHANCE FOR REDEMPTION TO REPLICATE HIS OWN EXPERIENCE HAHAHAH LOVE THAT

This was so fucking clever and i never want to stop talking about these movies oh my god

BUT OH MY GOD THE DETECTIVES FUCKING HEAD GETTING SPLICED LIKE A FUCKING BANANA PEEL I CANT- THAT WAS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL HORRIFYING AND DISGUSTING BUT SO FLUID AND BEAUTIFUL I cannot wait to watch the new movie and see the graphics All things considered theyve really done these movies justice all through the years Like I'm so fucking happy with the ending of this movie And I fucking adore that we got to see John again But I'm not gonna lie my heart is a little broken he's not actually alive and well- I KNOW WE LITERALLY SAW HIM GET AUTOPSIED wait Was Logan the one to do his autopsy I remember he mentioned something about John being full autopsied but I don't remember if he meant he did it himself WAIT ITS ALWAYS BEEN THE SAME MORTUARY HAND TO DO THE SAW AUTOPSIES HASN'T IT OH MY FUCKING GOD SO HE KNEW THE PLAN ALL ALONG HE FUCKING KNEW OH MY GOD I AM EMOTIONAL-

Now I need to go back and watch the other movies again, for many reasons, but to see if it was Logan all along

I JUST READ MY NOTES WHILE WATCHING PREVIOUS SAW MOVIES AND I MADE A COMMENT ABOUT HOW SUS IT IS THAT THERE’S BEEN ONE CONSISTENT MORTUARY HAND LOOKING AFTER THE SAW VICTIMS HAHAHAH CALLED IT (possibly)

God I don’t drink but right now I feel like I need a drink

ONTO THE NEXT ONE WHERE YOU REALLY CAN’T PREDICT WHAT WE’LL EVER GET AKSBFKBF

#I didn't realise how comforting and how much I love John until I got him back only for him to be ripped away again #fuck these saw movies boggle me and I'm obsessed with it #jigsaw #jigsaw apprentices #saw memes #just saw thoughts #saw franchise #sawposting #saw films #just saw things #saw movies #billy the puppet #john kramer #logan nelson

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mywingsareonwheels · 1 year

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So this is really one of the most important reasons for my enormous crush on Roger Allam:-

He’s a big, imposing-looking man with (when he uses it that way) a big, imposing-sounding voice. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard him play a role without bringing an astonishing amount of vulnerability to it, and as many layers as the character will take (including far more than many other even really good actors would find).

He has made me care about Duke Vincentio in Measure for Measure, Prospero in The Tempest, and Falstaff in the Henry IVs, all of whom (despite - arguably - not being actual villains) I usually cordially dislike. And he does so without his acting excusing any of their actions: his Duke still fucks up massively towards Isabella and does some seriously dodgy things; his Prospero is still extremely problematic in his behaviour towards, well, everybody frankly; his Falstaff is still cruel and venal. But my Gods, he shows how much pain they’re each in, how frightened each of them is. His Duke has severe depression and is flailing about much of the time and you get the impression he will do his best after the end to make it up to Isabella, that he gets that he’s messed up; his Prospero is terrified of losing both Miranda and Ariel and is desperately traumatised by all he’s gone through; his Falstaff plays a mighty good game and fools most people but underneath he’s a scared old man who knows his own failings with a horrible precision and whose love for Hal is like putting his heart in the mouth of a lion(’s whelp).

He made me care about Rogozhin in The Idiot so much (again, without in any way detracting from how horrifying the man is) that he was part of what I was crying about when I got to the end of that radio adaptation.

I already cared about Bosola in The Duchess of Malfi (again, despite everything he does - but that’s what Webster asks of us and he writes it beautifully) and then... bloody hell. Absolutely broke my heart.

Do I even need to bring up his Javert? ;-)

And as for when he plays characters who are broken and who don’t do awful things (Valjean in the radio Les Miserables) especially... Holy Fucking Shit.

So no wonder that I have that terrible need to hug both Douglas Richardson and Fred Thursday (and goodness me but when Fred messes up he really messes up, and Douglas is... Douglas). Not to mention Antoine Verlaque, though there I’m mostly just awfully glad he has Marine to hug him. :D

What I always want from actors is, well, those layers. That depth. That compassion. That honesty. That nuance. That thoughtfulness. Sheila Hancock once described Roger as a vulnerable actor and I’m very vindicated by this; he just doesn’t look like a vulnerable actor but then that’s a huge part of what makes those performances so devastating.

And then when you bring in the incredible vocal abilities (including his ability to sound like he’s talking quietly while filling a large theatre unmiced <3), and the extreme versatility... yeah. No wonder I’m a fanboy. :D

Oh lord, is he going to make me care about Azazel in The Sandman series 2?! I mean if anyone could make me do so... [fear]

#roger allam #shakespeare #william shakespeare #measure for measure #the tempest #henry iv #the idiot #the duchess of malfi #les miserables #cabin pressure #itv endeavour #murder in provence #the sandman netflix #the sandman netflix spoilers #sheila hancock #acting #aaaaaaaaaaaaah

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sennaverstappendiary · 4 months

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miami grand prix ✩ 07.05.2023

OHH… oh biami my absolute absolute beloved 🥺🥺🌷🌷💕💕🤧🤧 how i love you so so much 💍💍‼️‼️ oughh… miami 2023 😳😳 you will always be famous to me… 🗣️🗣️🗣️

leading up to the race, i was so fucking scared & also so fucking excited to watch it, because as you might remember, this is when checo was almost leading the championship and bragging about it to the media 🙄🙄 very very funny looking back but i knew it from the moment baku ended: i need it to be next week. i need to see max slay again. 🤭🤭🤭 AND OH. OH SLAY HE DID. max cuntstappen is BACK yall 🤤🤤🤤

so, starting with quali (because i did not watch free practice), i remember this was the first time i watched with my now ex upstairs, in my brothers room 🥰 it was VERY VERY late in the netherlands at this point, like around 11 pm? it was very late for me and my sleep schedule at least 🥹 as i’m writing this it seems EARLY… woah… 😵‍💫😵‍💫 as you know: qualifying was fucking crazy. i was there, on his bed, praying man literally praying for everything to go right😬😬😬… THIS WAS ACTUALLY THE QUALIFYING TO MAKE ME VOW TO NEVER EVER MAKE FUN OF A MERC EXITING BEFORE Q3 EVER AGAIN. the fucking instant karma. SMACK IN DA FACE… 😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵💔💔💔💔💔💔. needless to say i was very very upset and it was #joever between me and charles for a whole 7 hours (while i slept) 😭😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️‼️

my brother came back from his long holiday trip 2 hours before race start (within said trip i had turned from a casual f1 enjoyer to a complete autistic STAN… i wonder how he felt about that LMFAO 🤣🤣🤣 imagine leaving ur sibling knowing more about a sport, coming back two weeks later and realising said sibling now is obsessed w said sport IM GOING CRAZYY 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💯💯💯💯) and i could NOT wake his ass up in time for the race. GOOD FOR HIM‼️‼️‼️😭😭🌷🌷

GOOD GRIEF. i decided to watch it w my papa downstairs :3 yay‼️ he told me to fucking breathe during the warmup lap (this will be a common occurrence for him. i literally go rigid). lights out 💡… i scream … i cry … i see max verstappen serve cunt like ive NEVER EVER seen before i go genuinely insane. i start screaming at da tv when he does that DOUBLE FUCKING OVERTAKE 😵😵😵💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 it was so fucking joever for checo atp HOLY shit. my dad looked at me like ‘did u see that lmfao’ and im p sure i teared up like YEAH I SAW THAT 😁😁😁😁🙏🙏🙏 whoah.

but of course. the moment that turned me from a max enjoyer to a max defender, to a max ride or die, was the pointing at that fucking one on his car. i was watching like 😳😳😳😳😮😮😮😮😲😲😲😲😲😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 LIKE YESS SYES YES. GENUINELY ONE OF MY FAV MOMENTS THIS SEASON IT WAS SOSOSOSOSOSO GOOD OH MY GOD I THINK I DIEDED 😵😵😵💓💗💓💞💕💘💖💘💕💞💗 HE DID THAT!!! HE FUCKING DID THAT!!!! my dad just laughed bc we had ALL been laughing at the media shit checo had been saying (for good reasons) IT TOOK ME TWO HOURS TO CALM DOWN JFHEIDHJDHS 💥💥💥💥💥 it was so so good. thank you biami.

max took miami and never looked back. in my personal life: this is when i started going back to uni again. i also took that shit and never looked back :,) 🪞 wherever i go… 💕💞💕💗💖🌷

✩ song of the race: i want to be your boyfriend - hot freaks

another song of hot freaks i really enjoy, and seems fitting for how this race def made me fall in love with both f1 and max LOL

#miami gp 2023

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LOL sorry omg i really died. like am still dying. i spent all day yesterday crying over my coursework and shit but i talked to that guy and he really knocked some sense into me and told me to not be so hard on myself... so now im crying internally and not externally 😭

ive been thinking about it now and i think i might switch majors for the sake of my sanity bc real talk the amount of work is insane and i cant properly function it's crazy out here idk how people do this... i was thinking maybe health sci since i already have most of the credits for the degree and ive always wanted to be involved in the healthcare field... im gonna see my academic advisor on monday and see what they say because holy guacamole i want to be able to enjoy school w/o crying every time i think about it

omg that got long but those have been my thoughts for the past few days BUT ANYWAY that's so good!!!! im so happy for you big brain energy we love to see it!! ive got a biochem midterm this week (which is the cause of my mental breakdowns BUT KLSJFRG) and ochem is in 2 weeks but as i said might change majors and ochem is not necessary... so i'll prob drop it haha

the last season was so good. i found it a bit slow in the beginning but once it picks up it's going like i could not stop watching it!! i havent watched bcs but i heard it gets better near the end again?? ive watched el camino tho

that's how i felt abt crocheting at first like im the type of person to try something for a little bit and then give up right after but honestly!!! it's so fun because you can make all kinds of different things like clothing, bags, accessories and it's so fun!! i've been picking up knitting too and i've made some socks and i'm working on a sweater rn

WOIEFJWE that man is so wonderful like i feel like he really understands me and !!!!!!!!!!! i feel like he really balances out the "negative" parts/thoughts of me and is so reassuring IM WHIPPED LOL

omg yes i had a bad cold too like a week ago (no covid as well) and i think i might be good now knock on wood!! what a slay im glad your classes are going so well for you! i dont follow hockey (gasp) but i can see the thrill of it!! hopefully they can win the next game!

highly enjoyed the break. have a great weekend too!! <3

-mightychondria

no no no worries lol i totally get being busy and everything <33

but omg :[[ im sorry that school has been so overwhelming and stressful for you aaaaa yeah if its at the point where you're upset everyday and completely overwhelmed and don't like school then i definitely agree w changing your major.... you don't want the rest of your life to be like this lol health science would be interesting for sure !! there are so many ways to be involved in health care and the health system without being a doctor/nurse/etc so im sure you'll be able to find something that works !!

?!*%*$???($*@)? you're taking ochem AND biochem at the same time ?!!?($*@)@ i understand the breakdowns wtf id lose it fr but lol fingers crossed changing your major works out so that you don't have to take that ochem exam

fr i definitely understand why breaking bad is considered like one of the best shows of all time ... the writing was so good and the story was so compelling and even when it got to the point where you were like 'wtf thats sick and messed up' you couldnt stop watching bc you were in so deep lol but !! ive yet to watch el camino ... hmmm

oooo man thats so cool !! you're so right like i always see crochet tutorials on tiktok for like the most random things ever and you can make like. anything. its amazing. hehe maybe ill try it out once i have more free time :]

YAAAYYY FOR THE MAN!! im glad that he's good for you :] its very nice that he's sticking w you through all of your stress and helping you out!! hehe have yall gone on any fun dates or are you just ~talking~ ?

tis the time of year for colds lol this one i think is just about done ... my cough is significantly better today but i can't decide if its actually better or if its just bc i havent been talking today .... lol ig ill see tomorrow! KFLJDSKFJ [gasp] a canadian that doesn't follow hockey ... an incredible find ... hehehe im joking but yes fr hockey is so crazy compared to other sports like even though its kinda like soccer its still so different and sooooo entertaining to me lol ty for the support for my team they definitely need it [muffled through fake coughing] they're bad [more fake coughing]

yay! i hope this week of classes goes better! tyyyy <3 <3 <3

#mightychondria anon #answered

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hivequest · 3 years

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Taking a Risk » Mallek Adalov/Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k words

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, stressed out reader, chillboy Mallek. TYping quirk only used when texting cause I could not be bothered lmao Originally posted on AO3

A/N: One of my favorite things that I’ve written, ever. I love Mallek and he’s for sure one of my favorite Friendsim characters. When I wrote this I was really feeling those Quarantine Woes

You didn't know what you were doing here. You felt out of place in the worst possible ways. It was a weird, squidgy feeling like stepping on wet grass. But not like the fun kind where you were running around in a sprinkler on a hot-as-balls summer day. No, this was the bad kind of wet grass that you stepped on without knowing it was wet. Why weren't you wearing shoes?

This analogy is stupid. The point is, you're feeling bummed out.

And what better way to not have to deal with that than hang out with someone you knew wouldn't push you into talking about all the ways crashing on this planet sucked! The point is, you're on your way to see Mallek. Mallek is absolutely the kind of friend who can tell when you just need to sit down and veg out. You had been so caught up in everyone else's bullshit that you weren't looking after your own damn self. So now you were doing that.

All it took was a quick text, asking Mallek if he had any company. He texted back only a moment later with a no, obviously not. You asked him if he wanted any. Not really. You ask him if you can come over anyway. Obviously.

You smiled at the palmhusk in your, well, palm. You could already feel the chill vibes of your hacker friend. Friend? Was that the right word for it? You didn't know anymore. When you first met there were definitely some sparks there. You could still feel them now and it made weird butterflies flutter around in your stomach. When you slapped his phone out of his hand and he sent you ass over applecart into the slimy depths of sewer water and he saved you, tits out and all.

You shook off the weird wistful feeling of maybe possibly crossing the friendship barrier and told him you'd walk to his hive. You'd been moping in some bookhive, not your usual hang-out spot with Tagora or Tyzias. This was some upper caste bookhive with purple bloods and some indigos and definitely not where you were welcome if the looks you were getting were any indication. They ranged from snooty to downright murderous. Yeesh.

Your phone -palmhusk, stupid troll names- beeped again. You got another text from him and those cheery fucking butterflies were back. God, you had it bad.

yeah were not doing that lmao;

im not going to let my robobuddy walk out in the sun

do you even know what time of day it =

just stay put ive already got your location ill pick you up;

And like a good little friendsimp. You park your ass on a chair and wait. You hadn't released your moping had taken up most of the night. But with the quick look around, yeah, no, this place was nearly empty by now. Just some older bluebloods trying to cram before their Ordeals and get shipped off-planet. Again: Yeesh.

You kept your ears open for the telltale sound of Mallek's limo. It was a sound you were getting used to these days. He always seemed ready to drop whatever coding shit he was working on to come to see you. You tried not to think too hard on what that might mean. No need to get your hopes up now. It's probably just your bad mood making you imagine some context where there's nothing. Yeah.

Damn, that shit hurted.

Just as you were about to add that to the reasons you were considering just screaming your lungs out who cares whose listening? you heard the wonderfully familiar sound of an approaching elongated scuttlebuggy. If that wasn't enough of a clue as to who the ride was for the quiet of the bookhive was very abruptly disturbed by a series of rhythmic beeps.

Holy shit was that the Tetris theme?

You shoved your palmhusk into your hoodie pocket and yanked the hood over your head. Even if the sun was only out a little bit you didn't want it anywhere near your freshly healed skin. You had no kind cowgirl to nurse you back to health right now if you got your asscheeks baked by the flaming death orb. You peeked your head out and even with the blinding light of Alternia's suns you could Mallek had opened the door and was waiting for you.

Aw. No, shit. You're in a bad mood don't get all heart eyes at him. Don't make it weird.

You took a few steps back into the bookhive, ready to make a run for it. You turn to a sitting indigoblood, who is just staring at you disdainfully for keeping the door open. You give her a two-fingered salute. Godspeed young cosmonaut. She gives you a one-fingered salute. Close the door you insufferable bulgebiter. Fair.

Taking a running start, you book it out into the heat of the Alternian sun and dive for the open car door. It's then that you realize he's halfway parked on the sidewalk to lessen the amount of time you'd have to spend in the sun. Aw. That also means that you came barreling like a cannonball at something that was like two feet out of the door. FUck.

Your face meets carpet and you can already feel the rugburn starting to set in. You hear a startled wheezy laugh from above you, a sound you know better than anyone else on this planet. You smile. It's not like you had any dignity to begin with.

You say hello to him as you peel yourself off of the floor of his car.

"Hey, there robobuddy. You stuck the landing this time," He smiles down at you as he reaches over you to shut the door, closing the space out from natural light and leaving you both lit by his colorful LEDs. You shrug and tell him you've been getting a lot of practice landing on your face these days. The look he gives you is still smiling but there's some level of disbelief at the dumbassery that is your whole existence.

"I know you can get yourself into it. Nothing too bad this time, though, right? No drones or broken bones?" He sounds concerned which is nice but he doesn't drown you with his concern. He leans back on the bench of his limo, keeping an eye on you as the vehicle begins to move on its own. You've been staying out of big messes but the little messes are starting to mess with you. He makes a sound of understanding the sounds as it comes from deep in his chest. Whoa. "Believe me, I've been there. Glad you're not cracking under it though."

He smiles and you can see his little fang and you can feel your heart melt a little. And also you're getting a bit teary-eyed and now Mallek looks alarmed. Shit. You try to quickly explain that you're fine, just, alien allergies am I right? He must be using some new air freshener to mask the musty smell of his limo. Since doesn't use it enough. Ha ha?

He isn't buying it.

With a rare show of cerulean prowess, he lifts you up off of the shitty car rug and sets you on the seat beside him. He feels uncomfortable and you can tell. Ah, goddammit you made it weird. You didn't mean to. Fuck. Fuck now you're feeling even worse. You thought you were starting to balance out. You're with Mallek now, shouldn't everything start to quiet down like it always does? Fuck. He doesn't say anything at first, just leans back against the seat and stretches his arms across it, letting you lean on him if you choose to.

...You choose to.

Your head finds itself somewhere between his shoulder and his collarbone, and you just. Shove your face there. Then scream.

To his credit, Mallek doesn't even flinch. He doesn't wince or shy away from you as you let out every bit of anger, sadness, and frustration out against his sweater. He just sits quietly, staring straight at the blacked-out windshield. You get the feeling he's needed to do this more than once.

Screw this planet. Screw everything about it that makes all of your friends suffer. Why can't you just get them away from all this bullshit?! Why do you have to deal with everyone's bullshit! You love them, you do but holy fuck they're looking to you like you can undo all the damage this place has done to them when you've got literally no god damn idea what's happening at any point ever!

And then, just like that, it fades into the background. Your throat hurts. Your head hurts and you think you might be crying. But it feels lighter. Better now that you've gotten some of that aggression out. You aren't like the trolls on Alternia. You can't kill people when you experience an Emotion™. But that doesn't mean you don't get pent up with rage.

Mallek realizes that now. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and his left hand slowly moves down from the back of the seat the rest against your back. His thumb brushes against your back, the claw drawing little patterns against the fabric of your sweater. His sweater. He tries not to think his sign your chest. This isn't the time.

"Feeling any better?" He asks and you don't know how to answer. You kinda don't want to. But you nod anyways, and you feel some tension leave his body. You knew he was worried about you. You apologize for making him witness your meltdown but he just makes another deep-chested hum. "Nothing to apologize for. I got the feeling you weren't feeling great. I could tell from the texts, you didn't use nearly enough ugly emojis."

You scoff and smack a hand against his chest and once again you hear that wonderful laugh from him. Hey! Your purrbeast emojis are adorable, thank you very much! And you'll not hear another word of it or else you'll send him pictures of rocks and rocks exclusively. No more memes.

"Jokes on you I'm into that shit." You laugh and thump your head against his collarbone. You thank him for being with you when were needed it. And picking you up to make sure you didn't deal with it alone. You don't want to make it weird but...yeah.

He doesn't respond this time, just letting you both enjoy the silence and the comforting sound of the engine. You should almost be at Mallek's apartment by now. It's as you're settling in for the last bit of the drive that you notice that the limo isn't moving. And hasn't been for a while. Your head pops up in confusion and the little GPS display on the back of one of the seats says... yep.

You're already at Mallek's.

But then why is the engine still on? That can't be good for the environment. Do these things even run on gas or is it bugs? Bug gas? Gross.

You notice then that the rumbling is coming from behind you. Like. From where Mallek is sitting. He doesn't look away when you turn to him, just kind of tilting his head to the side with a little bit of a cerulean hue to his cheeks. Oh. Oh, the sound is coming from him. He's purring. That's.

That's adorable.

You feel yourself soften even more when he lifts his arms, silently offering a hug if you want it. Is this platonic? Is this more? You've never had too much trouble identifying what people wanted from you. (Debatable.) If was overtly flushed you could shut it down or divert it to something very much friends only. (Like your every exchange with Zebruh.) But did you even want to do that to your hackerman? You could feel yourself screaming, no, absolutely not. But at the same time, you didn't want things to change. You didn't want to make his issues any worse than they already were. He didn't have too much longer on the planet and you knew it would tear him apart.

But then he turned those blue eyes to you. He looked just as unsure as you were but he was willing to take the risk. He shoved himself so far out of his comfort zone for you and was asking you to be selfish. To want something for yourself and do something for yourself. Not put him or anyone else's wants first. Just your own. And so you did.

You crawled up into his lap, pressed yourself as close to him as you could and clung to him. His arms didn't hesitate to wrap around you and you could feel a shuddering breath from above you.

"We don't have to put a label on this... not yet. Or ever. Either way is chill with me. I just... yeah." He gave up with a little shrug of his shoulders but you knew what he meant. Unless you could find a way to fight fate he was going to go off-world. He was going to leave you and you doubted you'd be able to go with him. You'd probably get gored by a drone for even trying.

But even if it was just for now, just for a moment, you were going to take it. You were going to let yourself have something, have someone who would care for you no matter how long or short your time was. You'd take it. You had stomached some of the most horrible things on this planet but Mallek had always been a constant. And you got the feeling he thought the same way about you.

So, you'd take it. Whatever comes next, you'd take it. You listened to the sound of his purring, in no hurry to move to get inside the apartment. Mallek felt the same.

You exhaled.

You would be okay.

#homestuck #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #mallek adalov #friendsim #homestuck imagines #hiveswap imagines #reader insert

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that-cartoony-villain · 3 years

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100TH EP!!!!! LETS GO LEGENDS!!!!

starting with esperastra and their child already im gonna feel so soft during this ep... watch me cry (pls dont watch me cry)

i love adventurer spooner and all her tricks for navigating around and i also love astra not knowing shit and bitching about everything and human gideon just being happy to be there i bet shes loving having a body

gideon.exe has stopped working lmao being a legend makes you have a moral dilemma with yourself... thats how they roll! we'll do this together ;-; i cant

JAX!!!! gideon definitely misses jax the most from the og cause he was the only one that knew what he was doing when fixing the ship...

oh... he's back.... a different version of him but still him.... did he steal gideons code????

PLEASE TELL ME EVERYONE WILL HAVE BRITISH ACCENTS OR VERY SHITTY VERSIONS OF BRITISH ACCENTS CAUSE THAT WILL BE HILARIOUS

this is so complicated... im with spooner on this one lets just go and not try to understand shit! AVA AND GIDEON INTERACTION ;-; im loving this already!!! getting to know more about gideon and how she changed from a normal AI to who she is today is the best

OG GANG!!!! ray ;-; SNART!!! oh god the captaincanary memories are coming back.... theyre still a very good m/f ship tho... gideon was just Tired Momtm of a bunch of murderous children (and ray and firestorm) and i love that

what song is stein singing? i hope its a musical so we get more of victor garber singing... OMG THIS IS SO CUTE ;-; it is a musical song! singing in the rain for anyone also wondering :) NOO DAMMIT EVIL GIDEON I JUST WANTED MORE SOFT LEGENDS

i love how theyre on the wall from shortest to tallest ;-; just the ogs being their dumb selves! ray sweetie... no... nobody likes ceos... THAT AINT RIP WHY CAN HE SEE HER??? GIDEON GET OUT OF THERE NOW FUCK YOU EVIL GIDEON

FUCK YOU BISHOP YOU DID THIS YOURE THE PROBLEM LITTLE BITCH

WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THESE MEMORIES BACK????? ZARI MY BABY ;-; all these moments ;-; gideon my beloved stay strong!! of course it was programming... did anyone not think that? shes still a computer in the end...

TARAZI SIBLINGS LETS GO!!! NOT HER DONUT HSUAHSUAH BABE! legends holiday time ;-; NORA!!! IVE MISSED YOU!!! gideon was part of book club ;-; GOD IM TURNING INTO MUSH I JUST LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!

gideon being a great singer is a lovely headcanon and legends karaoke night is amazing! YEAH GIRL GO KILL THAT VIRUS!!! oh shit its becoming a story moral thing!!! YES YOURE A LEGEND GIDEON AND WE LOVE YOU!!!!

I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT THE WAVERIDER THAT EXPLODED THE OTHER WAVERIDER WAS BISHOP CONTROLLING GIDEON!!!!! HOLY SHIT I HATE HIM SO MUCH....

anyway gideon has always been a legend and shell always be the best one! and i really hope to see more interactions from the team with her cause its the best thing ever!!!!

#legends of tomorrow #lot spoilers #astra logue #esperanza cruz #spooner cruz #behrad tarazi #zari tazari #sara lance #ava sharpe #gary green #nate heywood #gideon lot #arties unnecessary commentary

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seanfalco · 3 years

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New York State of Mind: Part IV | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 5k Warnings: Language, Smut (rough sex, public sex), Recreational Drug Use Summary: Win’s Nathan has finally figured out Lydia’s hidden kink and gets to reap the benefits while Win and Lyddie’s Nathan have some fun of their own and decide to help Lydia audition for a Broadway musical. a/n: The fourth and final installment of the New York City arc, but don’t worry, there’s so much more yet to come.

[ masterlist ] [ New York State of Mind: Part III ]

"I want you!"

Lydia pressed Win's Nathan against the wall as soon as they walked into the room, kissing his neck and tugging at his shirt aggressively. "Do you guys want us to move somewhere else so you get the room?" she asked, glancing over at Win and her own Nathan.

"Nope," he chuckled, knowing better than to try to contain Lydia's hunger when she got a taste of blood. "I wanna have a smoke anyway..." he glanced down at Win, a joint magically appearing between his fingers. "Wanna join me, Winnie?"

“You read my mind,” Win mused, glancing down at the blunt in his hand before back up at him, wetting her lips.

“Oh, good,” Win’s Nathan groaned, sliding his hands down Lyddie’s backside to squeeze her ass possessively. “Oh, I want you too Lollipop,” he exclaimed, directing the smuggest grin at the others.

Lyddie's Nathan shot his fiancé a wink before closing the door. He thought about going to the pool again, but Win seemed like a girl who liked surprises. "Let's go, baby," he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around her waist on the way to the elevator.

"God, you're so sexy!" Lydia crawled to the bed, ripping off her shirt and skirt as fast as she possibly could. "Come here, bet you won't feel lonely anymore..."

“You’re th’sexy one, babe,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, ripping his shirt over his head as he hurried toward the bed. “God, I want yeh so bad. Been thinkin’ bout last night all day.”

“Me too, Natty, it's been torture waiting to get my hands on you!" Lydia pulled him closer, their lips crashing together as she unzipped his jeans, humming with satisfaction. "You don't even know what you do to me..."

“Oh, but I do,” he groaned, between heated kisses, his jeans dropping to the floor and his hands roaming Lydia’s body, groping and pinching, pulling her closer.

"You do...?" she froze for a second, glancing over at the ginger ale on the nightstand before shaking her head slightly, pushing the idea away from her mind and going back to snogging.

“O-oh, yeah,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, dragging his lips down her neck, biting at her as his fingers teased her folds, feeling how wet she was. “You drive me just as crazy baby,” he murmured, guiding her hand to his erection. “See how rock hard I am? You did that.”

Lydia gasped as her hand found his cock. His words, his touch, his breathing, his smell... everything was driving her mad that night. "Oh, please use me, use me the way you want, make me yours," she whined, feeling her arousal coating the inside of her thighs.

Nathan's brows rose at her words and his mouth suddenly went dry. "Holy shit," he breathed. The lust drenched look on her face was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and his cock gave a twitch in her hand. "Wanna do it doggy style?" he asked, pinching her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

"Oh, it's been so long... Yes, please, Natty!" Lydia's chest heaved in anticipation as she jumped to her knees and turned around slowly, pressing her back to Win's Nathan's chest, taking her hair out of the way to give him access to her neck. "Make me," she purred.

"Oh Lyddie, fuck you're hot," he groaned, pressing his face against her shoulder.

Lydia moaned as she felt Win's Nathan's hand on her throat, melting in his arms when his other hand found her sex. "Go ahead, Nats, squeeze," she begged, grinding against his election. It's not like choking her would make a huge difference with her power, but she wanted it anyway. "Show me what a filthy girl I am, give me the punishment I deserve..."

"Oh, you're such a bad little girl, Lyddie," Win's Nathan growled in her ear, squeezing her throat til he felt her arch in his embrace, his fingers between her legs moving in a circular motion, gliding over her easily with how wet she was. "Oh fuck, I'm gunna love punishin' you. With my cock. I'm gunna fuck yeh til y’can't walk right tomorrow, love."

Lydia shivered from Nathan's voice next to her ear. "Give me a lesson, Natty, teach me to be a good girl for you," she managed to say, her voice strained as she fought not to come from the stimulation of his fingers. "I need you inside of me, please..." she stopped herself before saying 'sir', scared to freak him out.

"Oh, I'll teach yeh a thing or two, y'little minx," Nathan exclaimed, slipping his hand from her neck to her shoulder, forcing her down on all fours before him. "Oh, you're so fuckin' wet, so needy baby. I wonder why..." he mused with a smirk as he gripped his cock, teasing her folds as his hand on her shoulder slid down her back to her ass, spreading his palm over the curve of it before pulling back to leave a sharp slap.

With a yelp, Lydia fell on her hands, the knowledge that Win's Nathan could do anything he wanted to her was exciting. She moaned helplessly as the pain from the slap turned into pleasure. "You did this to me, you left me dripping..." she whimpered, still holding back her orgasm as he teased her with his cock. "More," she begged.

“More, huh?" Nathan mused, spanking her again, leaving a red welt across her ass as he pressed into her, gripping her hip with his other hand to stabilize himself as he thrust completely into her. "Like that?"

"Yes!" Lydia shuddered, crying with pleasure. "Oh fuck, Natty, you're so good to me, you make me feel so good... I wanna come for you," she turned her neck to look at him, the moments from earlier at the pub playing on repeat in her head.

Nathan grinned at the desperate look on Lydia's face. "Oh, you'll come alright, several times, if I have my way," he exclaimed, hoping he'd be able to hold out that long. Tangling his hand in her colourful hair, he yanked back, forcing her head up as he began to thrust into her, slamming into her with abandon.

No one had ever pulled Lyddie's hair like that, it just never came up, but it felt so good... One more thing to add to her list. With Win's Nathan's permission, Lydia came, biting her lip to avoid screaming. "Play with my piercings, pinch me, Natty," she asked, sweat dripping down her neck, but she didn't feel tired.

"Such a kinky thing," Win's Nathan groaned, biting his lip as he had to slow, needing to cool it or he was gunna come as well. Leaning over Lydia, he braced himself with one hand while pinching her nipple with the other, twisting at her piercing roughly as he continued to pound into her. "Ohhh, you feel so good. So good for me."

"All for you, just for you," Lydia murmured, feeling the tingling excitement starting to build in her lower stomach once again. "I love you," she blurted out, feeling confused, her mind in a haze with feelings and sensations.

Nathan nearly stopped in surprise at her exclamation, managing to only slow for a moment before bucking into her again. "I love yeh too, Lollipop," he grunted. "Fuck. So much," he murmured, kissing her back.

“I'm getting close again, baby," Lydia looked back at him with a pleased smile. "I might love you, but I still want you to ruin me," she moaned, moving back into his thrusts to get him to go deeper.

"Can do sweetheart," Nathan exclaimed, picking up the pace again, feeling his climax hovering, not sure how far he could last like this.

Lydia knew Nathan was probably struggling to keep going and she wanted him to feel good, especially after being so good to her... "I want you to come too, Natty, fill me up, baby."

“Oh yeah, I’ll fill yeh up sweetheart!” As soon as the words were out of his mouth he couldn’t hold back any longer, coming inside her with a broken cry, thrusting roughly several more times as he emptied himself deep inside her, hearing her moans as well.

Lydia fell on her back, still shaking from how intense that last orgasm was. She was spent, but never felt so great in her life. "Oh my God, Natty, you've outdone yourself... can you give me that?" she pointed at the bottle on the nightstand. "I'm so thristy, Jesus..."

Though his own muscles felt like water, Win’s Nathan crawled over to the table to grab the drink for Lydia. “You were wonderful, you were so fucking amazing Lyddie. I love you so much,” he murmured as he collapsed next to her.

"Thank you," Lydia sipped from the bottle slowly as her heart calmed down in her chest. "I love you too, Nats, you were perfect, I love it when you're rough to me..." she handed him the bottle back, laying on his chest.

Win’s Nathan pulled Lydia closer, wrapping his arms around her gently, soothingly running his hands up and down her back. “I like that y’like it rough. Win doesn’t like it that rough... it’s nice t’be able to share that with you,” he admitted.

"Yeah, it's our little secret," Lydia narrowed her eyes playfully before lifting her head to kiss him. "Hey, speaking of secrets, do you think you can keep a... " her voice disappeared as she realized what she was about to do. "I'm so tired, will you hold me as I fall asleep?"

“Secret? I can keep a secret...” Win’s Nathan murmured, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes open, so when she changed her mind, draping herself over him he didn’t mind, simply holding her close as she fell asleep. “I think I might already know your secret, darlin,” he murmured when he was sure she was out. “And I think it’s adorable.”

Lydia heard Nathan saying something as she fell asleep, but she wasn't sure what, too exhausted to even open her eyes. The last thing that crossed her mind was how much she loved him, how much she loved her own Nathan, and Win, she doesn't even know how she used to breathe without them.

——

“Where are you taking me tonight, Nathan?” Win asked, wrapping her arm around Nathan’s back, excitement coursing through her.

"We're goin' to the sauna, baby." He smiled mischievously. "I could use some time t'relax... since it's closed there won't be anyone t'bother us."

“Ooo, sauna,” Win mused, “I’ve never been in one, actually,” she said, thinking about it for a moment. “Looks like another first I get to spend with you.”

"Me neither, I s'pose we'll figure it out together, love," Lyddie's Nathan mused, kissing the top of her head just as the elevator stopped and they stepped outside. "I love t'shag high, you've done that, right?"

“Oh, yeah,” Win exclaimed, leaning into Lyddie’s Nathan’s side, tilting her chin up to look at him. “It’s been a while, though. Have you really been thinkin’ bout this all day?” she asked with a laugh, feeling heat pool between her legs at the thought.

"Of course, it's kinda hard not to after what we've done, it was a real struggle not t'shag you earlier. I was hopin' t'get you for myself tonight..." Nathan led the way, unlocking the door to the sauna with a snap of his fingers.

Win's lips twisted in amusement as she thought about them shagging in that little car, trying not to be caught. That, plus the fact he'd been thinking about her all day only served to turn her on more.

"Really?" she asked, biting her lip. "Mmm, me too, actually," she admitted, following him into the dark room.

"Y'have?" Lyddie's Nathan shed his shirt and fumbled with the buttons on the wall for a bit. "Then you must be in desperate need for some attention, sweetie..." he pulled a lighter from his pocket to light up the joint between his lips.

Win watched as he inhaled, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long moment before exhaling slowly, the smoke rolling over her and she grinned, taking the blunt from him to bring to her own lips, inhaling deeply, letting the calming effect of the marijuana spread through her before blowing the smoke away, coughing slightly.

"Oh that's nice," she murmured, offering the blunt back to Lyddie's Nathan. As soon as she turned around Nathan let his hands slip around her, seeking her breasts to fondle roughly as he kissed down her exposed neck, sucking and biting, leaving little love marks as he went before moving his hands, one going up to gently circle her throat while the other buried between her legs.

"Y'know, I've read somewhere that y'get high faster when your tits are out, we should try it..." Lyddie's Nathan snaked his hand under Win's shirt while taking another drag. "I'm so worked up, Winnie, I need it! And I know ya need it too," he passed the joint to her once again, idly rolling her nipples between his fingers while kissing the marks he left on her neck.

"Oh y'heard that, did ya?" Win asked with a smirk, her breath catching as he played with her tits, and she melted against him as he kissed her. "D'you like knowing that you made those?" she breathed as she pulled back to quickly shed her shirt, letting it fall to the ground at their feet.

"Yeah, I love knowin' that it was me... And you're mine," Nathan sighed, watching hypnotized as Win undressed under the light fog of the sauna. He wet his lips before leaning in to kiss her, his head completely empty except for the feeling of her lips on his. "Please, baby" he whispered, giving her what she wanted.

"God, I like hearing you beg like that Natty," she groaned, unbuttoning his jeans. "I need you too,” she murmured, kissing him back, her hands running down his bare chest. "Please what?" she purred, her hands pausing near his navel, before her fingers teasingly danced over his hip bones, tracing the little line of stars there.

"Please... ma'am? Please.... mistress? Please... let me shag your brains out?" Nathan mumbled, not used to being the one begging, his eyes glued to Win's hand on his hip. "I want you, really bad."

Win laughed, plucking the blunt from Lyddie's Nathan's fingers to take one more draw. "Mistress, huh, never been called that before," she mused, leaning in to press a kiss to his chest before moving lower, til she was on her knees before him. Looking up she wet her lips. "Y'know I've been thinking about this for a while now," she said, grasping his cock with one hand while the other lingered at his hip. "I've never got to suck you off yet," she murmured, laving her tongue along his length before circling his head and taking him into her mouth. "

"Jesus," Lyddie's Nathan clenched his eyes shut as Win took him in her mouth. "Yeah, I've been thinkin' about it too, but I didn't know if you'd be into it... God I'm glad y'are, this feels so good," his hand traveled to the back of her head, but without pushing, Lyddie liked when he pushed, but he wasn't sure Win would appreciate it. "Fuck, Winnie baby, I'll call ya anythin' if you keep doin' that..."

Win chuckled as she bobbed her head, pulling back to speak. "I don't know if you've noticed babe, but oral is kinda my thing," she murmured with a smirk, teasingly licking at him as she held his gaze before wrapping her lips around him once more, letting his tip hit the back of her throat as her other hand traveled down his hip to his balls, caressing them gently.

"Yeah, you're quite good at it..." Lyddie's Nathan murmured, enjoying every last second of that, but not wanting to finish and leave Win hanging. He still wanted to quench the thirst left by those kisses in the back of the car. "Your mouth is just... Oh, I should beg more often if that's what I get after."

Win pulled Lyddie's Nathan's cock from her mouth with a soft pop as she stood, raising up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. "As much as I'd like to finish you with my mouth, where would that leave me?" she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I want you inside me, Natty. Make me yours," she whispered, feeling sweat begin to coat her as the room filled with steam.

"Gladly..." Lyddie's Nathan pulled Win closer, kissing her urgently, greedily. "I guess now it's my turn," he grinned as he quickly switched positions, staying on top of her. He lowered his head to take her nipple between his lips, while teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock. "And your turn to beg."

"Ohh, aren't you smooth," Win gasped, "you'll have to do better than that to make me beg," she teased, trying to keep the whine from her voice.

"Really? Okay, I s'pose I could finish myself off," Lyddie's Nathan teased further. "That's too bad though, I was really lookin' forward to fuckin' you so good you'd wake the entire hotel up, but if you don't wanna be a good girl..."

"Wait!" Win exclaimed suddenly, grasping at him, "I'll be good, please Nathan," she whined, wrapping her legs around him.

"That's better..." Lyddie's Nathan nodded, capturing her lips once again as he thrusted into her. "See? That's what y'get for bein' good, you like that, Winnie?" he groaned in between kisses.

“Oh, yes,” Win exclaimed with a sigh, “I love you, Natty,” she whimpered, burying her face in his chest as he moved in her.

"I love you too, baby" Lyddie's Nathan moaned, kneading her breasts somewhat gently, wanting to savour the touch of her soft skin. "I love you so much, my Winnie."

Win gasped as she came, pulling Lyddie’s Nathan closer, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he continued to thrust into her, riding her through her high and she cried out, their sweat slicked skin sliding and sticking together.

“Oh, Nathan— I’m yours!” she panted as he came as well, filling her.

Lyddie's Nathan came as soon as he felt Win clenching around him, her moans only driving him crazier. " And I'm yours..." he panted, placing a loving kiss to her lips. "How'd I do today? Did I follow all your instructions?"

Win grinned incredulously. “You followed it to the letter didn’t you? Oh my God, Nathan, I... I don’t know what to say. That’s so sweet,” she murmured. “How are you so perfect?”

"I wanted t'make a good impression, you're my girlfriend too..." he shrugged, holding Win tighter. "You deserve it, baby, y'make me happy, y'make Lyddie happy... I love you."

“I love you too,” Win repeated, feeling tears prick her eyes. “It’s not often you get to fall in love with the same guy twice,” she murmured, stroking his face. “You have his face, and his name, and his life, but... you’re not him. You’re you and... you’re different and I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I love you just as much. I wanna be with you and him and Lyddie forever,” she murmured.

If she hadn’t been high, she didn’t know if she would have admitted so much, but it felt right to say and she waited for Lyddie’s Nathan’s response.

"Y'know, a while ago I told Lyds I couldn't imagine a future without her, and I still can't, I love that freaky little thing... But now I can't imagine a future without you, and I don't think she can either," Nathan didn't exactly know what he wanted to say with that, just that he wanted to be with them, this way, for the rest of his life…

Win hugged Lyddie’s Nathan fiercely, overcome with emotion for a moment. “It’s getting really hot in here,” she murmured, not exactly wanting to move, but also starting to feel a little lightheaded.

"Yeah, sorry, but y'know, maybe it's just me, I do that..." he waved his hand and the sauna stopped. "D'you wanna get back, baby?" he stroked her hair, still thinking about what she confessed.

Win giggled. "You are pretty hot," she murmured, snuggling closer. "I don't really wanna move, but..." she whined softly, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.

"Me neither, I just wanna stay like this... But how about Lyddie and your Nathan? They're probably gonna get lonely in a bed with only two people," he laughed.

"You're right," Win agreed, smiling softly. "I don't know if I could fall asleep with only one person in bed anymore," she admitted, sitting up. "Ugh, I wish we didn't have to walk and you could just magic us back to the room," she joked, “though I know it doesn't work like that."

"I'm not that powerful, but I can do this..." Nathan magically dressed and dried them with a silly flourish of his hands. "Come on, baby, we have a lot t'do tomorrow, and I'll need your help if this plan's gonna work."

"What did you have in mind?" Win asked, perking up despite how exhausted she felt, slipping her arm around his waist as they headed back to the room, wanting to be as close to him as she could.

"I'm gonna get Lyds into Rock of Ages, she'd be perfect for it. It does involve some strippin' on stage," Lyddie's Nathan rolled his eyes. "But I s'pose we can live with that," he stumbled out of the elevator, taking Win with him.

"You s'pose, huh?" Win teased. "I'm in. I remember the look on her face when we brought it up. I don't think she'd try for it otherwise, even though it's obvious she wants it." Win stopped as they got to their door, turning to take Lyddie's Nathan's face between her hands. "You're sweet," she said, rising up on her toes to press a peck to his lips. "And I love you," she continued following that with another kiss. "That's all, we can go in now," she laughed.

"And I love you, baby," he opened the door, still a little high with both the weed and the sex. He found he likes to be called 'sweet', it didn't happen often, but I felt good. "Look at these two," Nathan chuckled while undressing, Lyddie and his clone were completely out, holding each other.

“Like a couple of rabbits,” Win laughed, “though I suppose we aren’t any better,” she mumbled as she crawled under the sheets, pulling Lyddie’s Nathan’s arm around her.

"Yeah, we don't have much room t'talk," he wrapped his arms around Win, kissing her neck softly while one of his hands reached for Lyddie's. "Good night, baby."

——

The next morning Win’s Nathan stirred as he felt a pair of lips brush against his forehead. “Nathan, babe, wake up sweetheart,” Win’s soft voice in his ear said and he groaned, rolling toward her.

“Winnie? I missed you,” he whined and she laughed softly.

“I missed you too, but I need you to wake up. There’s something we need to do.”

Lydia sighed, mumbling incoherently, before shifting in her sleep, not waking up.

"I think bein' in a Broadway show will be great for her career," Lyddie's Nathan was on the phone with her manager. "It doesn't have t'be an open run, just a few months, and rehearsals don't start until October anyway. She can start on the new album as soon as we're back home as leave everythin' ready."

“What’s goin’ on?” Win’s Nathan asked as he sat up, looking around.

“Shhh, don’t wake Lyddie,” Win whispered, pulling him to his feet.

Lyddie's Nathan waved, signalling them to come closer and immediately putting one finger in front of his lips. "Then it's a deal, I'll sign her up right now, fingers crossed, ey? See ya, man." he hung up with a triumphant look on his face. "Now we just need a good video of her with the right song."

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed as her Nathan quickly dressed. “So how do we get that?” he asked. “Are y’plannin’ on tellin’ her about it?”

"If she gets the gig we'll tell her, if she doesn't, she won't get hurt..." Lyddie's Nathan nodded as if he was the most brilliant human being on the planet. "I've never picked an audition song before, but from what Lyds told me, it has to match the show, so '80s rock."

“Good idea, babe,” Win agreed. “Eighties rock huh...” she mused.

“How about Don’t Stop Believin’?” The other Nathan suggested. “Is that from the 80s?”

"I think so, yeah. That song’s in the show, it could work... all we gotta do is film her, and e-mail the video, but how do we get her t'sing that...?"

"Hmmm," Lydia slowly sat up, stretching with a groan. "Good morning, loves."

“Mornin’!” Win’s Nathan yelped, moving in to distract her with a kiss.

“I think I have an idea,” Win whispered in Lyddie’s Nathan’s ear. “But I think it might work best if we’re out and about.”

"Then let's eat at the Hard Rock, take a walk around the theatre district, she loves it," Lyddie's Nathan whispered.

"Hey," Lydia immediately turned red remembering the night before. "Did you sleep well?"

“Like a log,” Win’s Nathan answered, running his fingers through her hair. “You? Feelin’ okay?” he teased. “Hope I wasn’t too rough.”

"I'm great," she hid her face in his chest, not wanting to stare him in the eye. "You can never be too rough with me, you were amazing."

“That’s good t’know, y’kinky little thing. Gives me some ideas,” he mused with a smirk.

“Perfect,” Win mused, watching Lydia, already with an idea in mind. “How are you feeling today?” she asked, turning back to the Nathan next to her.

"Never better, especially after our little talk yesterday," Lyddie's Nathan pulled Win into his arms. "How are you, baby?"

“Mmm, can’t complain,” Win exclaimed lightly before grinning and jumping up to give him a kiss. “I’m really good. Now let’s go get Lyddie this role.”

Lydia giggled quietly, running her hand through Win's Nathan's hair. "And you say that as we're about to leave? When I'll have to imagine it all day?" she looked around, everyone was already dressed. "I'll be ready in a second, guys, I swear," she jumped from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

——

“Hey, Lyddie, do you know of any good music stores around?” Win asked as they walked, looping her arm in Lydia’s. “I was thinking ‘bout looking for a new guitar... as a little celebration for becoming your guitarist.”

"Aww sweetheart, you're so cute!" she sighed, pulling Win closer. "Yeah, Guitar Center is five minutes from here at the 44th, I got my acoustic there last time, it's a paradise for musicians."

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed, shooting the Nathans a pointed look. Once they stepped inside the store, Win pulled Lydia toward the wall of electric guitars. “What do you think, should I replace my yellow one?” she asked.

"I don't think you should replace it, but in my experience it's better to have a spare if you're working with music," Lydia mused, looking around. "Look, this Mitchell MD200, it's not too expensive... and it's pretty good, this one even matches your hair."

Win looked at the lime green one Lyddie’d pointed to and she took it down. “I like it,” she mused, running her fingers over the strings. What d’you think, should I test it out?”

"Sure, give it a try, see how it feels," Lydia smiled. Meanwhile, her Nathan already had his phone prepared to start filming, sitting with his clone on a bench where he could get a good angle.

“Only if you’ll sing with me,” Win exclaimed with a grin. “Please, Lyds?”

"Fine, anything you want," she was so happy that Win had actually accepted her offer, she didn't even question it.

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed, pretending to think of a song. “How about this one, I’m sure you know it, everyone does. Don’t Stop Believing’?” she asked, holding her breath.

"Of course! I grew up with Glee, it's one of my favorites," Lyddie sat by Win to watch as she played.

Win plugged the guitar into one of the nearby amps and began to play, glancing up at the boys as Lydia joined in singing. She couldn’t believe their plan was actually working.

Lyddie was having so much fun, she really missed making music with Win, and it was music that brought them together in the first place, so it was really special for her. A few people gathered to watch and her Nathan quietly documented the entire thing.

By the time Win finished playing there was quite the crowd gathered and she turned to Lydia. “Thank you for singing with me, babe, I’m so excited to be making music with you again,” she murmured, leaning in closer.

"Me too, Winnie, I still can't believe we're really doing this," Lyds gently pressed her lips to Win's. "Actually, pass me the guitar, I'll get it for you, it's my 'welcome to the band' gift."

“Oh Lyds, you don’t have t’do that,” Win exclaimed, but the determined look in her girlfriend’s eyes stopped her from protesting further.

"I know I don't, but I want to," Lydia quickly took the guitar to pay for it. "It's perfect for you, and it matches my blue one perfectly."

"Brilliant!" her Nathan celebrated when she was gone. "It really worked, I'll send it right away!"

“I can’t believe that worked,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, pulling her into his arms. “You’re brilliant, babe.”

“Nahh, I just knew Lyddie wouldn’t be able to resist singing with me.”

"And who is able to resist your charms?" Lyddie's Nathan purred, playing with Win's hair. "Poor impressionable Lyds didn't stand a chance."

"We should probably drop this off at the hotel," Lydia came back with the guitar in a leather case and gave it to her girlfriend. "Welcome to the band!"

“Thank you, Lollipop, really, I don’t deserve you,” Win murmured, pulling Lydia into the midst of their group hug as well.

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SO YOU JUST FINISHED THE UNTAMED AND YOU WANT TO READ SOME FIC

Congratulations Jen @jlf23tumble on finishing The Untamed (tomorrow)! Now that you’re done with the show (tomorrow), you can finally dive into the wide and wonderful world of untamed fic!!! I’m ecstatic to be personally curating your reading experience! LET’S BEGIN!

I’ve started off with a list of 5 fics I think you should read in this specific order to 1. get some resolution from the end of the show and 2. get you acclimated to untamed fics! Then, I’ve listed a bunch of fics in different categories for your perusal to read at your leisure! This is an unbelievably long post holy shit brace yourself.

I’m like fairly certain that all of these follow the tv show canon BUT also its very typical for authors to combine many aspects of all of the different forms of canons to their liking. Therefore, I feel like I need to give a quick explanation of a couple things from the novel that show up frequently in fics that idk if you know already or not:

In the book, when Wei Wuxian is resurrected, he is brought back in Mo Xuanyu’s actual body and has his face and everything. Mo Xuanyu was pretty young when he died, I wanna say maybe 17 or 18??? and he was also short and pretty and flamboyantly gay. This is where the references to their crazy height difference come from, but again, I think I tried to include mostly fics that skew more heavily to the tv version where WWX keeps his same body and he and LWJ are more evenly matched physically.

Its novel canon that LWJ smells like sandalwood incense and has golden colored eyes. This is mentioned in like almost every single wangxian fic ive ever read, even if the author said they were strictly adhering to show canon lol

At the end of the novel wangxian run away together and elope! Obviously in the show that’s not how it goes down, but I think a couple of the fics I’ve recced might mention it in passing. (Oh also when they elope they make a pact to fuck “everyday,” a concept that might be mentioned as well.

Obviously, we have to kick it off with some fics that both reunite wangxian and give more resolution to the actual show. If you’re like me, it both took you a while to get all the way through the show AND took 100% of your brain power to remember all of the characters and plot lines. If that’s that case: these fics should be helpful in serving as a kind of emotional refresher for the show to wrap up some loose ends and to dive deeper into some of the things the show glosses over for one reason or another!

1. A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (Wangxian, E, 21k)

The funny part is - and it is a little funny, even if Wei Wuxian has no one left to share the joke with - they never have. Not anything. He has never kissed any part of Lan Zhan besides his slim hands; never been even partially undressed with him anywhere besides a miserable, xuanwu-infested cave. It’s always been like this between them, this simmering need, this desperate understanding: a knowledge so deep that it lives somewhere in his bones, that if he wanted to have Lan Zhan he could have him, and if Lan Zhan wanted Wei Wuxian he could have that too. But they never have.

I found this fic on someone’s blog when they said that it was the definitive fic to read directly after finishing the series so i saved it, read it directly after finishing the series, and felt COMPLETE. Beautifully written, seamlessly fits with canon, and has a super fulfilling resolution. The perfect way to kick off reading untamed fic!

2. One Rogue Spark In My Direction by hansbekhart (Lan Wangji/Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan, E, 5k)

He’d thought, in Yueyang, that they’d seen something in each other, something familiar. That maybe they’d recognized something in him. But it’s been many years, and many things have happened since, and he’s guessed wrongly at other people’s hearts before. Lan Wangji looks back down at the table, at his steaming, bitter tea. He’ll beg if he has to.

In “A Lot Of Edges Called Perhaps” Wangji mentions that he has had sex before and this is the in-universe story of that time and WHEW BABY!!!! AHHHHHH!!! While this fic is like, almost pure smut, I think there is a ton of value to it in terms of emotional perspective on how fucked up LWJ was after WWX’s death. Also, it’s very hot.

3. Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Laz Sizhui & Lan Wangji, G, 19k)

Later, when he’s older, it’s this that A-Yuan will remember most: the stretch of silence, the two of them both dirty and shaking with fever, as he looked at Brother Rich, and Brother Rich looked back at him.

This is a fic about Lan Wangji raising Sizhui from when he rescues Sizhui from the Burial Mounds until they bring WWX back to the Cloud Recesses after he’s resurrected. It made me cry about 18 times and I consider it fully canon in relation to the show. I think this gives a lot of emotional depth to the Wangji/Sizhui family relationship that is very important in most fics, so this acts as a good base since the show doesn’t really talk about it too much.

4. Your Name, Safe In Their Mouth by astrolesbian (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, G, 10k)

“You’ve got a fever,” Wei Wuxian says soothingly. “You just keep still as well as you can. We’ll have you fixed up soon.”

Lan Sizhui recognizes his tone—this is the voice that Wei Wuxian uses on hurt people and young children, a very calm and no-nonsense voice that has none of the mischief and cheer of the way he sounds the rest of the time. Lan Sizhui looks up and meets his eyes, and they are dark, stormy gray, muddled and concerned.

“I’m all right,” he croaks.

“Hush,” Wei Wuxian says, in a low croon, like someone quieting a baby. Then he blinks, and looks away, awkward. “I mean—you shouldn’t speak. You’re tired. Rest if you need to.”

or: lan sizhui gets sick on a night hunt. wei wuxian comforts him. they both have a lot of feelings about it.

The Wei Wuxian and Sizhui bonding fic that I so desperately desperately needed to read. Since we got the emotional depth to Wangji/Sizhui in the last fic, here’s some emotional resolution for Sizhui and his other dad!!!!!!!!!! Scratched the very particular itch of “but have they REALLY talked about what it means that they’re reunited after 16 years???”

5. climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist (Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng, & Wei Wuxian, T, 15k)

Jin Ling had begun to suspect years ago that there were parts of his family history that had been crossed out; long streaks of black where Wei Wuxian had been. The truth is more like whole books being brought up from their hiding places again.

Or: Jin Ling tries to figure out what family means, now.

OKAY!!!! Last emotional resolution before I send you on your way to explore! This is the emotional resolution for the other half of WWX’s family. Featuring just a FUCK TON of family feels and a lot of TALKING that this fucked up family needs so damn bad. *chefs kiss* muy delicioso! ALSO i think this is a good introduction to a lot of the naming conventions that are used frequently in untamed fic that took me a while to pick up on!

WHEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that you’ve gotten some post-show catharsis in the form of a few extremely well-written fics, it’s time for a full rec! I’ve divided it up into seven categories: long fics, smutty one-shots, 3zun (lan xichen/nie mingjue/meng yao) fics, fics about the juniors, family fun fics, some miscellaneous fics, and then some yizhan RPF! I wouldn’t have put any of these fics on here if I didn’t think they were worth reading, BUT! I did mark my particular favorites with asterisks to demark the crème de la crème of the bunch. SO! LET’S DIVE IN!

EPIC TALES (LONG AND/OR IMMERSIVE)

My Age Has Never Made Me Wise by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 63k) ***

“We hear that His Excellency might be married by summer’s end,” the merchant’s wife says and Wei Wuxian freezes, his heart in his throat. “The Gusu Lan sect has been buying enough red silk and brocade that the merchants in Caiyi can’t satisfy the demand.”

He feels himself grow brittle inside, like a flick of a finger to his temple might make him shatter. His ears are ringing.

“Who’s the lucky bride?” he asks despite himself. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

Or: The story of a marriage.

I LOVE THIS FIC. YOU MUST PROMISE ME YOU’LL READ THIS FIC. The absolute best kind of slow burn and I think such an extremely accurate representation of the canon material. I’m always surprised by the authors in this fandom’s ability to write shit that is so concretely grounded in the universe. This could and should be a real companion novel. Amazing. I love it. (Also I know you said you’re not into fics that are long just to be long and I think this fic is the exact opposite of that, it’s long but for good reason and has such an insanely satisfying payoff that it’s completely worth dedicating a few hours to!)

The Year of Drought by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 24k)

Wei Ying could not be contained by the walls of the Cloud Recesses, alive again and overflowing with it, bursting like a dam in spring with the force of two lives unspent. And so he had to go. Lan Wangji understands that—he understood it when Wei Ying told him of his plans, looking at Lan Wangji above the rim of his cup with an apologetic smile, like craving freedom was something to apologize for.

Wei Ying would go, and Lan Wangji would see him off; this has always been the only way it could be.

Or: In the absence of Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji waits.

The previous fic but from Wangji’s perspective. Absolutely required reading if you read the other one. Wangji baby.......i love you.....

further than the grave by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 32k)

There is something about grief that turns Lan Wangji numb. He cannot be certain if it is not some kind of defect inside him that makes him so. But just as he grieved his mother’s passing with dry eyes and a stone in his chest, so he grieves Wei Ying: quietly, frozen inside, without tears. Beyond the Jingshi window it might be spring, but Lan Wangji’s body and mind are still held within the winter’s grasp.

As the anniversary of his leaving seclusion approaches, Lan Wangji ponders the nature of grief and healing.

One last fic from the same verse as the previous two, this talks about Wangji post-WWX’s death and then them dealing with the past post-marriage. Its just as good and immersive and amazing as the previous two parts, but this is the only untamed fic that actually made me gasp out loud and if you read this and can guess what it was we will be best friends forever. (There are two other fics in this verse that are also good but these three in particular are god-tier in my eyes.)

Vagabond by xantissa (Wangxian, E, 66k)

Wei Wuxian comes back to Cloud Recesses after a year of wandering the world, hoping to start a relationship with Lan Zhan. He doesn’t expect to come into the middle of a case of sleeping sickness mysteriously killing people, nor does he expect what follows, putting everything he holds dear on the line once again.

OOOWEE CASE FIC! CASE FIC! This is truly the twisty turny intense and INTERESTING type of fic from this fandom that blows my mind. This could fully be a stand alone novel its that good and there’s that much to it. Another one that isn’t long just to be long, it has so much PLOT!!!!! REAL GOOD SHIT!

Seldom All They Seem by Fahye (Wangxian, E, 25k)

or, one hundred and thirty-three principles of the Gusu Lan, pertaining to the state of marriage

***

He bows to Wei Wuxian, sword in hand, sleeves falling properly. Wei Wuxian bows in return, and the sect leaders begin the opening courtesies, and for all of ten minutes Lan Wangji is under the impression that he is betrothed to a boy who is perfectly normal and acceptable apart from an unfortunate tendency to fidget with his clothes.

That impression does not last.

A canon-divergent fic exploring “what if Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were betrothed from when they were young like Yanli and Jin Zixuan?” It’s extremely good and very compelling and also made me cry multiple times. (The confrontation in the rain doesn’t get any easier even if they’re betrothed!)

Half Cloak & Half Dagger by Fahye (Lan Xichen/Meng Yao, E, 13k)

Jin Guangyao lifts his head and smiles. "I'm considering a problem."

"Can I be of any assistance with it?"

He drops a kiss on Lan Xichen's chest. With the nail of one finger he lightly traces the characters for irony on Lan Xichen's side. "Not this one, er-ge."

A follow-up fic set in the “Seldom All They Seem” universe but focused on xiyao. Has hands down the best written characterization of meng yao in any fic ive read so far. I continuously come back to this fic just to read the absolutely genius way this author writes the Head Bitch In Control of the cultivation world.

The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (Wangxian, T, 20k)

Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?”

“Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.”

“There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly.

In which the junior disciples (namely, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen, and a reluctant Lan Sizhui) turn to RPF in an attempt to rehabilitate Wei Wuxian's reputation so that he and Hanguang-jun can get together and get married and live happily ever after. It's... surprisingly effective.

I kept avoiding this fic, even though it was really high up on the list of most popular fics in the fandom, bc the premise sounded pretty goofy BUT I finally bit the bullet one day and AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Very very very cute and fun, made me smile like an idiot throughout the entire thing. Heartwarming and very well written!!!

never let me go by yiqie (Wangxian, E, 69k)

Wei Wuxian has certainly hoped so ardently in his two lifetimes, for so many different things, in so many different ways, that he could have summoned the demon to his front door with his bare hands. His eyes wander to Lan Zhan, settle on the back of his head, the blue-black curtain of his hair. Oh, how he has hoped.

Another extremely good and super immersive case fic. If you ever just want to sink really deep into an untamed fic, this is a great one for it.

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (Wangxian, E, 24k)

“Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”

You want hurt/comfort? I gotcha hurt/comfort RIGHT HERE!

shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (Wangxian, E, 25k) ***

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, voice slow and a pitch too quiet. A second later Wei Wuxian understands why. “I cannot hear.”

Or; Lan Wangji is cursed into internal isolation. Their ability to understand one another remains as unwavering as ever.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. I have been thinking about this fic nonstop since I read it. It is…..fucking incredible. One of the best qualities of wangxian is that they’re so in tune with each other and able to work so cohesively with little communication and this fic is like “what if we take that and DIAL IT UP TO ELEVEN” and i was like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I hope that you will come and meet me by feyburner (Wangxian, M, 28k) ***

The second time Lan Zhan said Wei Ying, come back, Wei Wuxian did.

okay so this is literally getting added to the fic rec one day before i send it to you because i just finished it and WHEW BABY!!!!! YES it is just another wangxian post-canon reunion get-together fic, BUT 1. i cant get enough of that specific brand of fic and 2. ITS SO GOOD. ITS. SO. GOOD. achingly tender and incredibly soft but also funny and sweet and very in-character! i love it!

THE BONE ZONE (WANGXIAN SMUT)

Sweet Night by corteae (Wangxian, E, 10k)

It was like coming back to life again, like being restitched into existence, cell by cell, nerve by nerve. From the surface of his skin to the marrow of his bones, everything new and purposeful. Like being pulled back from oblivion into an embrace of pure light. A feeling of absolute asylum.

That’s what it felt like, to realize Lan Wangji was in love with him.

An in-show au of “what if they just admitted they’re in love and fucked during episode 43?” Soft and romantic and hot!

the crucial point by dissembler (Wangxian, E, 7k) ***

Months after parting on the mountain, Lan Wangji makes up his mind, plots his course on a map, and has faith.

I LOVE THIS FIC! Very realistic and sweet wangxian reunion fic from wangji’s perspective. Has so many good little details and is very true to their characters. Good shit. Great.

Stainless by Fahye (Wangxian, E, 6k)

"I'm starting to feel," says Lan Xichen, "that this was a counterproductive suggestion."

Wei Wuxian looks down onto the pristine, tranquil cold springs of the Cloud Recesses. Sitting in the water, their bare shoulders rising like dumplings carefully spaced in a steaming-basket, are a large number of Lan disciples.

"They seem to be doing better," he says, encouragingly. "If they--oh, no, I see what you mean."

At the near bank, someone has pressed someone else against the rocks and is kissing them frantically.

What is getting into a new pairing if not an excuse to read sex pollen in new and exciting ways!

To Recklessly Confess by la_dissonance (Wangxian, E, 8k)

Lan Wangji has a fantasy. Wei Wuxian gets several clues.

The “what if they just fucked in episode 43” au but from a different angle.

all the depths of me, real by northofallmusic (Wangxian, E, 15k)

Wei Wuxian is dealing with a curse a little worse than he'd like to let on, and Lan Zhan is a little less than willing to let it slide.

Another “what if they just fucked in the show” fic, this time set when WWX has the curse on his leg and Wangji has to carry him back to the inn.

Every Day, Learning More by phnelt (Wangxian, E, 6k)

The pink was high on Wei Wuxian’s cheeks. “I mean I haven’t been able to… that I can’t. Not without you.”

Lan Wangji stared. “In this body, the whole time you’ve had it -- you’ve never…”

Wei Wuxian kicked his heels into Lan Wangji’s back. “I just said that!”

I knew at least one of these was more book verse than show! WWX hasn’t been able to jerk off in his new body, LWJ helps him out :-)

the meaning of the ritual by newamsterdam (Wangxian, E, 8k)

“Lan Zhan… wants to bed me?”

The hand on his chest is shaking, slightly. “Mn.”

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breaths out.

There’s something— something powerful, about that. Lan Wangji wants to bed him. Lan Wangji wants to sleep with him. Lan Wangji wants to touch him, and kiss him. The immovable, implacable Second Master of Lan, with a face and principles both carved from jade, wants him.

“Is this a fantasy of yours?” Wei Wuxian asks. “Forcing all the demonic energy out of me with your—”

Lan Wangji claps a hand over his mouth. “Silence, now.”

When the entire cultivation world turns against the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian makes a risky gamble— he'll agree to participate in an ancient ritual for cleansing the spirit, so that his character can no longer be called into question. The catch? He has no idea who his partner for the ritual will be.

This is also book-verse! As the tag says “Let Lan Wangji Fuck the Yiling Patriarch”!!!!!!!!!!!

Hurricane by gdgdbaby (Wangxian, E, 6k) ***

"Haven't you heard?" Nie Huaisang replied, clicking his tongue, though he was clearly pleased that he could be the one to break the news. He leaned in to announce with a dramatic flourish: "Lan Wangji just took emergency family leave this past weekend."

WANGXIAN AS SPIRK STAR TREK PON FAR AU!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEWOO WEEWOO WEEWOO!!!!!!!! This was actually recced to ME by CHI and I have not stopped thinking about this fic for a full month. It’s like author gdgdbaby sat down one day and was like “Tumblr user Liv Scottspack deserves everything she wants in this life.” and then wrote this fic. Thank you author gdgdbaby, I love you.

WORLD’S WORST THROUPLE (3ZUN)

The body is a blade by rheawrites (3zun, E, 2k) ***

In which Lan Xichen is taken by surprise, Nie Mingjue takes what he can get, and Meng Yao gets what he wants.

This was the first 3zun fic I ever read and whew baby, got it in one! It’s actually a slight AU but it gets their characterization so right and is a very fun read. One of those fics I go back to frequently because it does so much with so few words.

shang tiantang by fuckwarlock (3zun, E, 4k)

They wanted so much, and with the way A-Yao gasps at the saber-calloused hand unfastening his belts, he does, too. The night air twirls with the scents of osmanthus and cinnamon and melon. Lan Xichen smiles, leans in, and ghosts his lips over the crook of A-Yao’s neck. What kind of brother would he be if he didn’t give A-Yao what he wanted? “I think it’s your turn to ascend, A-Yao.”

The Venerated Triad celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival the best way they know how.

Truly the only way the venerated triad works is if meng yao gets Destroyed :-)

Favour and Fate by soulgusttheguardian (3zun, E, 8k)

There have been times in Meng Yao’s life when he couldn’t help but wonder how he came to be in his current situation. Found himself reflecting on the choices leading up to whatever misfortune had befallen him that day, and pondering why fate hated him so.

Granted, there had also been times when he couldn't help but wonder just what he had done to earn the favour necessary to be rewarded with certain things...

The current situation he found himself to be in, however, was definitely the latter.

More of the same! Truly I personally can never get enough of the 3zun dynamic in smut fics its just too goddamn motherfucking GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!

the stars do not take sides by everyearning (3zun, E, 4k)

Mingjue isn’t sure he’s ever seen Xichen do anything other than treat the boy like a porcelain doll and it’s laughable to him, to think of Meng Yao as something breakable, instead of the sharp, deadly object he is.

Okay one last “Destroy Meng Yao” 3zun fic! Enjoy!

never as alive as we are right now by ThirtySixSaveFiles (3zun, E, 12k)

Three perspectives on three sworn brothers, at three different times in their relationship.

(Or, three times 3zun got it on and some of the feelings they had along the way.)

Wait actually I want to end the 3zun fics on this one because it has true Emotional Resolution at the end and I think they deserve a little healing.

BABY BOYS. BABIES. (THE JUNIORS)

A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste (Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui, T, 20k) ***

“And,” said one of the pompous ministers, “there’s the matter of a marriage to consider as well!”

Jin Ling, who at the beginning of that sentence had expected to slam into the very last wall of his patience and lose his temper entirely, paused. “A what?”

Thing was… it wasn’t such a bad idea.

A MUST-FUCKING-READ!!! Jin Ling gets it in his head that as sect leader he should get married and sets his sights on Lan Sizhui. I cannot stress enough how FUCKING CUTE this fic is!!! Sizhui being the best boy! Jin Ling having more uncles than he knows what to do with! Jiang Cheng being the worst at relationship advice! It’s so fucking good it love it so much.

Anyway, Here’s Wuji by kakikaeru (Lan Jingyi/Lan Sizhui, T, 18k)

The melody gets a little clearer when he breaks out of the trees, and Jingyi changes course with certainty, barreling down the back hill and through the Cloud Recesses, dodging scandalized disciples left and right. He throws open the doors to the Receiving Hall without announcement and bows nearly double, eyes on the floor instead of on the shocked faces of the Mei delegation and the impenetrable gaze of the Chief Cultivator.

"Forgive this disciple," Jingyi shouts, because he's going to get punished for rule breaking regardless. "From the back hill, Hanguang-jun, there is a song in the wind!"

Lan Jingyi comes of age.

A Jingyi-central fic about Jingyi growing up and falling in love and being a hero and being the second best boy of my heart right after Sizhui. Not only is this fic sweet and romantic but it’s another one that explores a lot of interesting things within canon and all of the supporting characters are written very well and are just as interesting as second best boy Jingyi.

Ok, JiuJiu by kakikaeru (Jin Ling/Ouyang Zizhen, T, 16k)

Uncle's jaw works in the way that suggests he's about to say something irredeemable. Jin Ling, in a move of diplomacy he hopes the Chief Cultivator appreciates, distracts him with spicy food and his favourite subject: the incompetence of his own officials.

"I hear the lakes in the south east are having drainage problems?" he asks nonchalantly, sticking three big slices of braised pork belly into his Uncle's bowl.

Jin Ling just wants to get through the Discussion Conference with his Sect, his dignity, and his heart intact.

A follow up fic to “Anyways, Here’s Wuji.” I LOVE the Jin Ling/Ouyang Zizhen dynamic of Jin Ling having been raised by Jiang “I keep all my emotions right here and then one day I’ll die” Cheng AND being hopelessly charmed and smitten with Ouyang “President of the I Love Love Romance Novel Book Club” Zizhen! I LOVE IT! EXTREMELY CUTE!

Lan Sizhui's Guide to Courtship by Kimblydot (Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi, T, 23k)

In which Jingyi is a little oblivious, Sizhui is patient (and should have said something in the beginning), and everyone else is resigned to watching them dance around each other for far longer than necessary.

(Or: five things Sizhui tries to do in his courtship, and the one time Jingyi realizes there was one happening in the first place.)

I’ll stop describing fics about the juniors as being “cute” when they stop being SO FUCKING CUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

His Merit All My Fear by violettressed (Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi, G, 16k)

It’s too late for any of Hanguang-Jun’s rabbits to be awake -- one of the sundown chores for young disciples is to herd them back into their hutch -- but the rabbit field is as good a spot as any for quality sulking, so Lan Jingyi makes his way there.

Someone has beat him to it.

Lan Jingyi stares at Hanguang-Jun. Hanguang-Jun stares passively back.

When Lan Sizhui is swept away with the Ghost General, off on a new adventure, Lan Jingyi is the one who returns to Cloud Recesses alone.

Not only another extremely cute Sizhui/Jingyi fic BUT one that includes a Wangji/Jingyi friendship??? Incroyable! *chefs kiss*

spirit running wild by idrilka (Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi, E, 17k)

He doesn’t know, exactly, when the friendship he shared with Sizhui over the years has changed into something that’s made Jingyi finally understand why Hanguang-Jun always wears that expression whenever he looks at Senior Wei. There hasn’t been one single moment that he can point to and say, yes, this is where it started, because the thing about falling in love with your best friend is that it happens gradually, until it’s impossible to tell which step has been the deciding one.

Jingyi goes to Baling with a crush.

Written by the same genius that wrote the first three fics I made you read so you know it’s good. Its truly the childhood best friends to lovers of it all! Sizhui is adorable and Jingyi is a mess! *muah!*

FAMILY FUN TIME (NO ROMANCE, JUST FEELS)

Grow by cafecliche (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, T, 14k)

“Okay,” Jingyi says, as Sizhui puzzles this out aloud. “Okay! So the demon has been turning its victims into children.”

“I think so,” Sizhui says.

“To make them easier prey,” Jingyi says.

“Yes,” Sizhui says.

“So—” Jingyi’s voice cracks here, “this kid is Senior Wei.”

Wei Wuxian, still tangled in his own massive robes, blinks politely at them.

(Or: Wei Wuxian is cursed on a night-hunt, and the junior quartet rapidly finds themselves in over their heads.)

What I expected to be a goofy, silly fic turned out to be extremely emotional and made me FULLY CRY! It’s a very moving fic about Sizhui coming to understand himself and Wei Wuxian a lot better AND features all of the juniors arguing over who’s turn it is to hold 6 year old Wei Wuxian. A true win/win of a fic.

To The Act of Making Noise by words-writ-in-starlight (Lan Sizhui & Lan Wangji, G, 19k)

His father in white plays the song late into the night, and when A-Yuan wakes up confused and afraid, the guqin lulls him back to sleep.

Lan Sizhui hears his father play the same song every night for his whole life, and never, ever get an answer.

Another very moving and heartwarming fic about Lan Wangji raising Sizhui and Sizhui figuring out Wangji’s past and then eventually reconnecting with Wei Wuxian. It’s cute and soft and Sizhui is my best boy!

History (Proud To Call Your Own) by words-writ-in-starlight (Wen Ning, G, 5k)

“A-Yuan? Um—Lan-gongzi,” Wen Ning corrects, trying to set a good example. The children are young, seven and eight, exactly a dozen of them lined up in two crisp lines of tiny blue and white robes. Wen Ning can feel them staring at him, even though most of them have already mastered that Lan trick of neutrality. The smallest, a little girl with liquid dark eyes, is clinging to her nearest shijie’s sleeve and half-hiding. “Can I—what can I do for you?”

Wen Ning gets himself recruited for services, while he and Sizhui are visiting Cloud Recesses. Wei Wuxian gets a fan club.

Set in the same universe as “To The Act of Making Noise,” a very cute fic about Wen Ning finding his place in the post-canon world and being proud of Sizhui and being the world’s best substitute teacher. As the official Wen Ning Fan Club President, I had to include this.

the stone-filled sea by yukla (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, T, 9k) ***

He forgets how quickly Wei-qianbei changes faces, sometimes. Like pulling a theater mask over a bruise—color over color, a diversion with the swipe of his hand.

Lan Sizhui navigates a world that hates his father, one endless wave at a time.

Oh man oh man. I will never get enough of the fics where Sizhui (and the rest of the juniors) get ANGRY on Wei Wuxian’s behalf!! That’s their dad and their teacher and their friend and they will DEFEND HIM!!! YEAH BAYBEEEEEEEEEE!!!

PICK & MIX (MISCELLANEOUS)

This Side of Paradise by greenfionn (Wei Wuxian/Wen Qing, E, 3k)

Wei Wuxian does some very quick math in his head that goes something like this: He is pretty sure he’s in love with Lan Zhan - Lan Zhan is not here and likely never will be here - Wen Qing is here, not to mention very hot and let us not forget, actually interested in sex with him - there’s a solid chance he goes genuinely crazy or dies, or both, in the next few months and really, who wants to die a virgin?

Listen.......the fic premise is “Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing, noted bisexuals, figure life sucks enough at the Burial Mounds, they might as well have any fun they can before they die” and........I Am Looking Directly At It. It features Wen Qing bossing Wei Wuxian around and Wei Wuxian’s canon he-wants-to-be-pregnant kink. It’s........I liked it.

palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss by iodhadh (Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen, M, 15k) ***

The realization strikes Song Lan like a bolt of lightning: Xiao Xingchen laughs, and he wants with a sudden, stunning desperation to kiss the mirth from his beautiful mouth. How, precisely, he is meant to manage that—that, he has no idea at all.

Or: introspective meditations on touch, trust, and the problem of desire.

I Am Baby and for some reason cannot handle how sad the entire Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen storyline ended up so I rarely read songchen fics, and when I do they’re always soft pre-canon fics like this one. Luckily there are some very beautiful and moving pre-canon songchen fics!!! I love you fandom!!

purpose and ritual by iodhadh (Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen, E, 8k)

Song Zichen has beautiful hands. He's a powerful swordsman, strong and skilled, unfairly impressive and unreasonably handsome. He is devoted and self-disciplined and he takes direction like a dream. And he doesn't touch people—no one at all, if he can help it, except for Xiao Xingchen.

The poets might call him a saint, but Xiao Xingchen is so very, very human.

More of the same :-)

born to sweet delight by la_dissonance (Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen, E, 10k)

Xiao Xingchen lightly jumps into the center of the pool, the water a shock that cools his sticky, heated skin, and does nothing for the heat building inside him. When he surfaces, pushing the hair out of his face, he finds Song Lan's gaze and meets it. Between them, everything goes both ways. What Song Lan will offer, Xiao Xingchen will freely give too.

Or, Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan meet, pledge their lives to each other, and then fall in love.

This is about the angstiest I will go for songchen and its still absolutely Baby Soft lmfao!!!!!!

Pin it down by rheawrites (Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan, Jin Zixuan/Nie Mingjue, E, 2k)

“Yanli, I did not lie on our wedding night. You are the only woman I have gone to bed with. But… there was a man.”

“Oh?” Yanli blinks up at him. She does not appear horrified, or betrayed, which is surely a good sign.

Jin Zixuan swallows. “It was Sect Leader Nie,” he says quickly, as though that will make it easier.

“…Oh,” says Yanli, and her eyes are dark.

Jin Zixuan tells his wife a war story. Or, two thousand words of Jin Zixuan getting railed.

Have you ever looked at Jin Zixuan and been like “I bet that mf likes getting PEGGED!!!!!!!!” Well here’s the fic for you.

*YIBO VOICE* DIDI LOVES YOU! (YIZHAN RPF)

never really over by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 10k)

The thing is: it would be good to see Xiao Zhan again — if Yibo could just trust himself to be normal.

Author gdgdbaby is the yizhan master, so here are five of my personal favorites of their fics, starting with this post-filming reunion fic that was the first yizhan fic I ever read and HIT real good after having just finished the show myself.

pedagogy by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 17k) ***

Yibo opens his mouth and says, "I want to learn," barreling past the rapid rise of Xiao Zhan's eyebrows. "To last longer. Will you teach me?"

Quick-fire Yibo comes too easily and Xiao Zhan helps train him to last longer :-)

you’re the reason that i just can’t concentrate by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 10k)

Xiao Zhan hears about it from Yu Bin, which probably should've been the first warning sign.

Yibo was only 20 when they filmed the untamed, which lends itself perfectly to fics like this.

a truth so loud you can’t ignore by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 5k)

It's their last day of filming in Hengdian when the secret comes out.

If yibo has to be a fictional virgin than SO DOES XIAO ZHAN!

if you would only let you by gdgdbaby (Yizhan, E, 32k) ***

"Well?" Yibo demands. Past the severe frown tugging at the corners of his mouth, a flicker of the old him slips through, the persistent boy who shoved his way into Xiao Zhan's space without a second thought and made a home for himself there. "Are you coming or not?"

Xiao Zhan's heart twists. He forcibly settles it back in his chest. He's only told Yibo no once in his entire life, and it was already the hardest thing he's ever had to do. "Okay," Xiao Zhan murmurs, quiet but decisive, and thumbs his phone off. "Let's go."

Like I said, all gdgdbaby fics are incredibly good, super well written, and very hot, but this one does stand out from the bunch for being a Full Epic Romance! This is one of Chi’s favorite fics so that should speak to it’s quality!

baby, who’s counting by nobirdstofly (Yizhan, E, 12k)

Xiao Zhan gasps, trying to rein in another peal of giggles. “What do I owe you anyway?”

Yibo shrugs one shoulder, and his smirk deepens. “Haven’t decided.”

Xiao Zhan’s still staring at him, laughter gone in his dry throat, when he hears someone yell for a reset. Yibo’s eyes are so, so dark, and he hasn’t stopped watching Xiao Zhan this whole time. Xiao Zhan swallows, nods, and pushes every dirty thought out of his head.

(Or: Yibo bets Xiao Zhan he'll break first during a take, Xiao Zhan loses, and it's all downhill from there.)

Ah sex bets, who doesn’t love sex bets!

Mystery Dance by mrsronweasley (Yizhan, E, 16k)

"That? That's your confession?" Yibo's toppled onto Xiao Zhan's side and is clutching his shoulder, trying not to fall over. "That's pathetic!"

"Oh, what, you can do better?" Zhuocheng is pretty flushed and there's a challenge in his voice that Yibo just can't walk away from.

"Hell yeah, I can. Hit me, Yu Bin." Yu Bin cheers and refills Yibo's shot glass. "All right!" Yibo downs the shot, gags only slightly, and says, "Everyone! I'm a fucking virgin!"

WHAT’S better than a Yibo virgin fic? A SECOND YIBO VIRGIN FIC!

This author also writes extremely good yizhan threesomes so here’s three of them!

Some Nights by mrsronweasley (Yizhan/Xuan Lu (Jiang Yanli), E, 2k)

Xuan Lu opened her legs to him and Xiao Zhan wasted no time diving in. He pressed his mouth against her pussy, licking her out steadily as her thighs trembled around him. She was nestled between Yibo's legs and if Xiao Zhan looked up, not only could he see the planes of her body, her small breasts going up and down with her breathing, ribs expanding, her tipped back head and open mouth, but Yibo, gaze boring into Xiao Zhan's as he ate Xuan Lu out.

The entire cast is hot and there is no reason they shouldn’t ALL fuck! Not one reason!!!!!!

gege loves you by mrsronweasley (Yizhan/Wang Zhuocheng (Jiang Cheng)), E, 7k)

"We are very sorry," Xiao Zhan murmured as he unbuttoned Zhuocheng's jeans while Yibo kissed his ear, "for how we've been acting."

"Is this how you apologize to everyone," Zhuocheng panted, hands already going for his zipper to help Xiao Zhan along, "or am I special?"

WHEW LORD!!!!!!!!! WHEW!!!!!!!

Talking in the Dark by mrsronweasley (Yizhan (Side Xiao Zhan/M/F), E, 14k)

Xiao Zhan has a light-hearted romp of a threeway with some friends, then makes the mistake of telling Yibo. It goes down.

A non-yizhan threesome BUT features jealous!yibo which is a ton of fun.

Finally, a couple AUs!

With Joy and Purpose by feenwitch (Yizhan, E, 30k) ***

Yibo has been alone for approximately five Earth years when Xiao Zhan crash lands on his planet.

YIZHAN ANDROID AU!!!!!!!! This is a very star trek-esque universe which is fun, but the fic itself is also CRAZY interesting and moving and beautiful!!!!!!!!! It’s A LOT! This was a rec from Nina, so thank you Nina!

Bound With a Same-Heart Knot by mrsronweasley (Yizhan, E, 59k)

London, 1892. Xiao Zhan, a promising young attache at the Chinese embassy is tasked with showing the new ambassador's son Wang Yibo around London. The inevitable happens.

Victorian AU! I actually think you already read this, but included for posterity.

AND SCENE! This is the result of two months of daily fic reading, having 50 tabs of fic open at any given time, reading truly anything and everything, and Loving The Untamed. I’m SO EXCITED you’re diving into fic for this show and I can’t wait to talk to you about all of them and to have someone to scream with! WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

#the untamed #fic #the untamed fic rec #holy gosh diddly darn moly #this is long as hell and has approximately 950k words of fic in it #my magnum opus!!!!#what's even more wild is that this literally doesnt even scratch the surface #i am constantly reading more #from the time i started putting this rec together until now #i added two new fics that i read and thought were amazing #there is no dearth of good shit to read in this fandom #ANYWAYS congrats on finishing (tomorrow)!#i cant wait to talk fic!#i hope you enjoy this list!#sorry it is genuinely absurdly long!

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Friendly Fire

Febuwhump Day 4: impaling

Read on AO3.

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Peter dodged the drone that tried to ram into him and kicked it as it passed by. It fell to the ground in a clump of metal. These things terrorizing Manhattan weren’t hard to destroy but there were so many of them the sky practically looked black. It was the Avengers first mission since they’d defeated Thanos after Captain Marvel had snapped the gauntlet. It was too bad she’d disappeared back into space a few weeks ago because they could really use her right about now.

Peter swung closer to the main battle where most of the drones seemed to be amassed. He shot out a taser web along the way taking down another five drones that were crowded too close together.

“Nice shot kid.” Tony said as he flew by.

“Thanks Mr. Stark.” He grinned under the mask and shot out another web at a drone that had ventured too close. “Is it just me or does it seem like we’re not even making a dent in these guys?”

“According to FRIDAY we’ve taken out about ten percent of them.”

“Wonderful.” Clint complained over the comms. “So at the rate we’re going, we’ll have these things cleaned up by tomorrow morning.”

He wasn’t wrong. They’d been at it for almost an hour now and the sun was about to set.

“Anyone have any bright ideas?” Rhodey asked.

“We could really use Thor right about now.” Clint said.

“Yeah well point break’s off philandering with Quill and his merry men, so we’re going to have to make due.” Tony said.

“It’s too bad we can’t just EMP them.” Peter said, all his skills being tested as he dodged drones, webbing up as many as he could and striking any that got too close.

“We’d have to take out a significant portion of New York's power, and mine and Rhodey’s suits, for that to work, so let’s try to avoid that.” Tony sniped.

“Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way then.” Clint said. Peter briefly caught sight of the archer on the top of nearby rooftop as he swung past.

To be fair, there was a lot going on, so what happened next wasn’t completely Clint’s fault. Or Peter’s.

A handful of drones attacked him simultaneously, and they were too close to use his webs. He landed a hard hit on one, but when he did, he got too close to another one and his spidey sense flared as it shot its lasers at him. He yanked hard on his web to dodge out of the way and narrowly avoided getting hit, but the moment he moved his spidey sense wailed at him. Before he could figure out why, his leg jerked. What?

“Oh shit.” Clint swore and a second later the pain hit him. His leg felt like it was on fire. He looked down at it and it took a moment for his brain to process what his eyes were seeing. One of Clint’s arrows had speared through the fleshy part of his calf.

Oh. Ow. Ow ow ow. The shock and the pain of it had distracted him enough that he’d forgotten to throw another web out to stay in the air, so now he was falling on top of bleeding. He managed to focus and fire a web onto a building, just in time to slow his descent so he skimmed across the ground and landed on his good leg without hurting himself any further. He slowly crumpled to the concrete, staring at his skewered leg stretched out in front of him. Blood leaked out and stained the pavement. The sight made him dizzy. Luckily, none of the drones seemed to have followed him.

“Uh, anyone got eyes on the kid?” Clint asked over the comms. Peter knew he’d fallen out of the archer’s line of sight.

“Why?” Tony asked immediately, and Peter could sense his tension.

“He might’ve, sort of, just a little bit, gotten in the way of one of my arrows.”

“What? You shot him?” Tony yelled.

“It was an accident!”

“Where is he? Peter!”

Oh right. He could talk. “I know how a shish kabob feels now.” He groaned. “Can’t say I’d recommend it.”

“Where are you?” Tony asked, panicking. “Never mind. I see you.”

Ironman flew toward him and landed with a clang. The helmet retracted and Peter could see the man’s eyes widen as he took him in.

“It’s not that bad.” Peter tried to reassure him.

“Not that bad. We need to work on your definition of those words. You’ve been impaled.” Tony said, crouching down to get a closer look at his leg.

“It’s just a flesh wound.” Peter said and let out a hysterical laugh. He couldn’t help it.

“Not funny.” Tony had gotten touchy about him getting hurt ever since he’d come back from the snap.

“No but seriously, it’s just the fleshy part. I think if you just pull it out it’ll be fine.”

“Pull it—” Tony stopped and took a deep breath. “You never pull it out. If you ever get stabbed or skewered or whatever you leave it in. Capiche?”

Peter nodded.

“And you’re supposed to be a genius…” Tony muttered to himself and then the next moment the helmet of his armor formed back into place. “Try to hold still kid.”

Peter frowned. “I thought we weren’t taking it out.”

“I’m not.” Tony said and one of the fingers on his armor uncapped and Tony aimed it at the arrow. A focused laser shot out of the finger and sliced off one side of the arrow, near enough to his skin that Peter felt the heat, but it didn’t burn. Tony repeated the same process on the other side so now only about an inch of arrow shaft stuck out on each side of his calf. For just hitting his leg it sure was bleeding pretty profusely. The puddle of blood under his leg had been slowly expanding. Looking at it made him feel a little ill.

Tony seemed to notice the same thing in the next moment. “Let’s get you out of here kid.” Before Peter could protest, Tony had lifted him up in his arms and taken off.

“What about the fight?” Peter asked, starting to feel lightheaded. They’d barely been winning before and now they were losing Spiderman and Ironman.

“Don’t worry about it. They’ll be fine.” Tony answered, sounding distracted.

Peter wasn’t sure he believed him, but he didn’t have the energy to argue. He closed his eyes.

“Stay awake Pete.”

“I’m awake.” He responded, opening his eyes with a reluctant sigh.

The rest of the flight passed in a pain filled blur. By the time they made it to the compound he wasn’t feeling the greatest, but he was still awake, and he wasn’t crying or screaming in pain even though he kind of wanted to. Every jostle had sent sparks of agony up his leg. Who knew how much an arrow wound hurt? He had a new respect for Hawkeye and his primary weapon of choice. He never wanted to end up on the wrong end of an arrow again.

“How are you doing?” Tony asked as he deposited him on the waiting gurney on the roof. Peter gave him a weak thumbs up and the man gently pulled off his mask before they started wheeling him to the elevator.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to kill birdbrain.” Tony growled.

“Don’t.” Peter said with a wave of his hand. “It was an accident.”

“He should’ve known better than to be shooting those things so close to you.”

Peter knew it wasn’t worth arguing over. Tony was acting like an angry dad, and when he got like that, nothing Peter said would change his mind. They descended and as soon as the elevator doors opened, they pushed him into the medbay, Tony following alongside the bed. Dr. Cho was already waiting at the exact spot where they stopped and locked the bed.

“I saw the scans from FRIDAY.” Dr. Cho said, more to Tony than him, as the medical personnel started helping him out of the suit. “It should be an easy enough fix. We’ll put him under to take the arrow out and stitch up the artery and everything else, but he should be back to normal in a day or two with his healing ability.

Tony let out a relieved sigh.

“You should go back and help.” Peter suggested once he knew the injury wasn’t too severe, even though he didn’t really want Tony to leave his side. He winced as they finished carefully peeling the suit away from the arrow, guiding the ends through the holes in the suit, but unable to keep from jostling it slightly.

“I’m staying.” Tony said, adamant.

“But—”

“They’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Peter acquiesced with a sigh, hoping Tony was right. He tried to ignore the flutter of motion around him as the medical people worked, attaching an IV and all the necessary wires to him.

“Hey Mr. Stark?” Peter prompted and Tony purposely didn’t acknowledge him as he continued to stare at a monitor over Peter’s head. Peter sighed. Right. He tried again. “Hey Tony?”

“Yes?” The man looked down at him with a smirk. Peter rolled his eyes. Ever since the snap, Tony had been relentless about Peter calling him Tony instead of Mr. Stark, and Peter had been working on it, but it was a work in progress.

“When I wake up will you watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail with me?”

Tony shook his head in consternation. “You’re a menace kid.”

Peter grinned. “Is that a yes?”

“We’ll see.”

“It’s a yes.” Peter said confidently. “Because you love me.”

Tony’s eyes softened almost imperceptibly but Peter noticed it. “Sure do.” He confirmed, something Peter was pretty sure the pre-snap Tony never would’ve admitted, especially around other people, but this Tony was different. He was softer, gentler, more willing to share his emotions and show affection. Peter was still trying to adjust.

Tony ruffled his hair. “But don’t tell anyone I said so. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

Peter snorted. Ok, maybe he hadn’t completely changed.

#febuwhump2021 #febuwhump #irondad

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perksofbeingawallfire · 4 years

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Recording My Experience with Trying to Get Sterilized

August 24, 2020 - starting this so I have something to come back to and update with my experience in this process. I’ve known for years that I didn’t *really* want to be a mom. I don’t hate children; I adore holding little babies; I ADORE my niece and I was so excited to find out my sister was pregnant again. Kids are cute and funny - BUT my favorite part about every single kid I’ve ever met is that they aren’t mine. The idea of being pregnant makes me both anxious and disgusted (thanks, sensory issues). My partner does not want kids either and with each passing day, I become increasingly steadfast in my certainty that permanent birth control is for me.

I never really felt like I was allowed to say I didn’t want kids (even when my sister openly told me that she never pictured me having kids - she always pictured me being an awesome Aunt to her kids). My mom shared that she respects the hell out of my decision to not have kids. We both agree that it’s a huge responsibility and it should NEVER be taken lightly (even though it does way too often). I finally started talking about getting sterilized out loud and have received nothing but support from the people around me. WHAT A RELIEF. Now the next potential challenge is the reaction of my doctor/OBGYN. I’m hoping I won’t encounter the resistance I’ve heard so much about but I’m preparing for a great deal of difficulty. My first consultation is on Wednesday. I’ll update this then.

August 27, 2020 - Well, it would appear I was prepared for a fight that wasn’t to be. I got to the hospital, went through the check-in procedures, and after a brief waiting period was whisked to an exam room with the nurse. Total side tangent: I realized the nurse was this really sweet gal I’d gone to high school with so after she did her job, we got to catch up on life (her son goes to school with my niece, etc). That was just an unexpectedly nice thing that happened.

Then the doctor came in - and I nearly started crying when she said, “I’m not arrogant enough to think I know what’s best for you - this is your body and it’s your choice. My job is just to provide you with all the information I can to help you make sure this is what you want to do”. HOLY SHIT, REALLY? She even made a sly remark about how we “didn’t need the opinions or legislature of men here” which made me love her more.

Now I have a date (pending COVID doesn’t shut everything down again) and, to be honest, I was in a bit of shock when I left with my surgery information. I just wasn’t expecting for things to go so smoothly! I spent the day thinking about a lot and I actually got a little emotional when my mom said she’d be a little sad not having any grandkids from me - not as a means to pressure me or guilt me out of the decision - but it is sad! I don’t hate kids and I don’t feel uncomfortable around them. Just that thought of what I’m giving up having been raised in a family that had multiple children from every set of parents. I know that sounds like second-guessing but it’s not - it feels like the same thing I experienced after my forearm tattoo. Shock caused by the shift from “I’d like to do this” to “I’m doing this” to “I’ve done this”.

Besides, I’m still eligible for IVF if (BIG IF) I ever changed my mind. Or, as would be more likely, I would look into adoption. I have no connection to the idea of biological children. Kids are kids. They eat, cry, shit, make messes. Biological or not.

I’ll update this in next month after my pre-op phone call.

September 25, 2020 - Pre-Op phone call, check. My surgery is two weeks from yesterday and I’m counting down the days. I’m realizing just how close I am to being relieved of a burden that has caused me so much stress and anxiety in my life. To be able to enjoy my life with no worrying about accidental pregnancies; to not ask my partner over and over and over if we were careful/if I’m going to get my period/etc; to be able to focus my loving/motherly instincts on my niece and future nieces/nephews; to be free of fear. FUCK I’M SO EXCITED. I’ll update this again after my mandatory COVID-19 pre-surgery test.

October 5, 2020 - Pre-surgery COVID test, check! My surgery is in 3 days and I’ve got my eyes on that finish line. I just need my COVID screening to come back negative and then there’s that pee-in-a-cup pregnancy test day of. So I’m basically trying not to get pregnant or go anywhere I might contract COVID in the next two days. Admittedly, I’m getting anxious that one of those two things might happen - without any real proof or substantial reason. Pregnancy has always been one of my biggest anxiety triggers. Just two more days. Just two. I’ll update this again after my COVID results come in.

October 7, 2020 - I’m still COVID-19 free! My surgery is tomorrow (my pre-op phone call will happen today and then I’ll know the time). I’ve been having some weird anxiety about the pregnancy test I have to take. That the pee-in-a-cup test will be positive for some reason - even though it’s so totally unlikely. I wonder if it’s just anxiety over the last pregnancy test I’ll need to be “worried” about? I don’t know but I’m honestly looking forward to that being negative so much that the idea of getting an IV put in (traditionally the WORST part of hospitals for me) isn’t even making me squeamish right now. I really hate my anxiety sometimes. Anyway, the only update left is POST-SURGERY! Fingers crossed that everything goes smoothly.

October 8, 2020 - It’s done! Everything went super smooth and when the doctors got into my insides, they found a cyst on one of my ovaries that they removed right on the spot along with my salpingectomy. Talk about convenient! I’m so happy. I just know that I’m going to see the benefits this will have on my anxiety almost immediately. I can’t stop saying it - I’m SO happy to finally have permanent birth control. Thank you to everyone who has interacted with this post. I’m glad I found the childfree community and being able to read about everyone’s experiences (and, of course, all the jokes. Those will never get old).

Now for a solid 4 days of rest. Take care!

#personal #childfree #tubal ligation #salpingectomy

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oh-no-whoopsie · 3 years

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reasons I love kip!! (aka @ghostsingold)

(making this post bc they deserve all the love and my meds have kicked in so im able to be productive today. thanks long-acting adderall!!)

kip I love you for so many reasons and as I fill out college applications im gonna list them out <3 no special occasion its just! you make me happy and I wanted to share that with you and since I have a teeny blog no one will see this but you <3

1.) this response to a post I made on my old blog. it was one of my first positive interactions on Tumblr and this tiny piece of writing made that entire week easier. it was a tiny start to a friendship and it was also a stranger caring for me, which at that time I didn’t think was possible.

2.) every single time that they have been a part of the Brown Eye Stan Club and hyped up brown eyes,,,,dude I can’t you’ve been such a big part of the journey to accept my brown eyes. it means so much to me that you just? say it!! you’re proud of the fact you love brown eyes! hell yeah dude! thank you!

3a.) for sending me songs that remind you of me??? to have someone think of me?? MY HEART?? I- I can’t express how much it means to me I just,, hnnhhh you even made me a fucking playlist (which I listen to CONSTANTLY) (here is the playlist ) just. dude. I love you

4.) one of those songs is Glitter & Gloss by Skott and

a) this song makes me feel like a fucking badass

b) made me feel so appreciated and loved because it was the first time someone had said “this song reminds me of you!”

c). when I was stalking your blog trying to find my old posts I found this post about that song and?? sunbeams through Spanish moss? trees? pretty?? is this how you see me?? im in love????? also this ask I sent you where you describe your love for the sun <3 the implication that I am even a little bit like the sun to you makes me wanna cry happiness

5.) Your taste in music is SUPERB. IMPECCABLE. A DELIGHT.

6.) Someday I will have the strength to do naniwrimo with you and that will be a glorious month (and next September we should be able to be writing buddies!!!!! because now I have meds for attention span so I can write again >:) )

7.) A long time ago (old blog) I asked for people to give me nicknames because I never got cute nicknames and because I could only ever insult myself. for the longest time I forgot what you said but I remembered!!!! it was birdie!!

a). even though now most people call me doe cuz of bumblebee, you were the first person to reply to that post and just because milk suggested fawn/doe and it stuck doesn’t mean I love birdie any less

b.) it means a lot that you suggested it in the first place and while I was finding links for this post I came across this ask where you call me birdie :> p.s. you still mean a lot to me and I hope you’re okay <3

8.) every single time you sent me a picture of a frog :),, also that one post about taking fake shots of water still sends me but I can’t find it to link it,, and also everything you listed on this post including the fact that it is inspired by my post

9.) when you agreed to talk to people for me when I was panicking thinking they were going to die but had to go to sleep. that means so much that you would take that role on and dude I am so so sorry I ever asked that of you.

10). you made me find magic in the sunlight and not just the moonlight, you helped me find that balance and accept that piece of me and it sounds stupid but its really important ok also im just gonna say it: your voice is perfection it is comfort it is warm and all things good in this world. ive only heard you speak like twice but I could listen to you for the rest of my life

11.) sometimes you send me posts that r like “thinking of you!!” and THEY MAKE MY DAY omfg

12.) when you drew me!!!

a.) bc holy shit you are an amazing artist if you let me I want to post that drawing of me on my blog

b.) I was supposed to draw you in return I am sorry I did not,, I still plan on doing it tho

c.) we drew ourselves as fairies and that was pretty fun

d.) you made me see beauty in myself I-

13.) for never once encouraging my ed or bad habits. you were ready to call me tf out and I appreciate that so much dude? you were never subtley pro you also seem ready to stab anyone who opposes you. hell you post callouts against pr0-ana shit and m**nspo and f*tspo and photoshop and all of it. I admire you so much

14.) for letting me ramble on about hermes and offerings and spirituality!

15.) for lighting a candle for Catherine and talking with me that night

(I have the entire conversation copied into a google doc on my phone because it needed to be saved. the things you said are beautiful. it is so touching and breathtaking and if I could hug you I would and I promise not to forget if you won’t forget. )

16.) holy shit dude P O E T R Y, both for being so good at it and for reading mine.

17.) helping validate my arospec questioning and enby questioning,,, it was actually through your blog that I realized oh shit! I might be aro!! and having someone to talk about gender issues and arospec stuff is SO AMAZING and I love you <3 and thank you for talking with me and for helping me and for validating me

18) validating my anger!! or at least helping to do so! you point out when things are unfair! you genuinely want my life to improve! you helped me realize some of my friends are shitty! you helped me accept things!

19.) I love your vibes. I can’t say this enough but somehow you are just so wonderful to me,,, you are amazing I can’t describe it. you are ethereal and terrific and your features could be anywhere from beautiful to cryptic to solid to handsome but I promise you that there is something unique about you. a bit of mystery and magic left over from the days when fairytales were real. you have all the power of the sun and light and fire in both the life giving and the destructive aspects. you are so perfect and wonderful thank you

20.) because you told me “you do not deserve to be traumatized” and in all honesty that slapped me into reality. if i still had my old Tumblr I probably would’ve screenshotted it so I could get the exact quote but I do not know how to make you understand How Much That Helped me

all in all,,,, I must end the list here because I need to go be productive. alas.there is more I didn’t even BEGIN to mention,,, but kip, you are my rae of sunshine. someday we are going to go be cryptic authors in Scotland who disappear into the woods, perhaps to hunt with the faeries, perhaps no, who knows. we will become part of the local lore,, independent and happy and spooky.

I love you so much! also sorry I went through your archive to find all this,,,, to be fair I already did it once to find my posts <3

I would never say that just one person “saved me”. thats too big of a responsibility to share. but kip, you helped save me, in ways I can’t explain, from myself and from death and from an abyss of numbness. you saved me from a thousand tiny deaths and gave me a thousand new pieces of life and I would not be the person I am today without you. I love and appreciate you so much and you bring me sunlight and joy and peace and connection. you are a true friend to me. thank you for being here. you deserve the world and so much more.

#i luv u kip #tw disordered eating #do not think I am a stalker I just really want you to feel appreciated atm #I love you!!!! with all of my being I love you!#and I want to be there for you like you are there for me

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duker42 · 5 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could take us home on the “making it” series with a part IV? Where of course we *already totally know that Levi lives and everything is totally fine and y/n has the baby and EVERYONE’S FINE?!* need that happy ending for my loves!!! 💗🙃

Last one!!!!😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖

💜Making it Forever💜

��Levi.” He grunted as he diligently worked, his writing style having to adapt to the loss of his index and middle finger and his pace considerably slower than before.

He had tried to write left handed, but after he couldn’t even read what he had written, he had gone back to retraining himself on a new grip. ‘New grip for writing, same grip for fighting’ he mused as he continued to write.

“Levi” he finally looked up and saw Y/N standing in the doorway. She was huge, in a fantastically ‘holy shit she’s about to pop out a kid’ way. He still couldn’t believe that his child was in that rounded stomach, and he had watch it expand as the months went by.

“Yes?” He didn’t know what to make of her mildly amused face. Was the baby stomping on her again? The little brat seemed to be as restless as Levi felt when he was trapped behind a desk.

“My water just broke. Can you grab me a mop?” His eyes widened at her words and he pushed his chair back so fast it tipped over.

“Forget the damn mop! You’re in labor? Why aren’t you screaming?” He panicked for a split second. All he knew about childbirth was the horror stories women seemed to love to share while men cringe at the thought. He wished he had listened a bit better when Y/N and Hanji were discussing it.

“Levi Ackerman, not worried about cleaning?” She tried to laugh but ended up gasping as a pain flowed over her. Levi ran over to her and steadied her as she breathed through it.

“We’re going to the infirmary, now!” Y/N looked up as she caught her breath to smile at the wide eyes of her lover.

He had managed to made a speedy recovery once he regained consciousness. He had been up and moving in hours, much to her consternation. He had grumbled when she had ordered him back to the bed, saying he just wanted a damn shower.

He had settled for a bath and she had slowly steered him up the stairs, him cursing under his breath with every step, but he made it. After that he had slept again, more so than he normally did, his body healing itself while he was resting.

He had even cracked a joke, saying his missing fingers wouldn’t be a problem if he were Eren or Armin. But he had been solemn when he told Hanji about the soldiers turning into Titans and Zeke surprising him by blowing himself up in and effort to get ride of Levi.

He would bear the scars forever, the red scars on his face would eventually lighten even more, but would never go away. Not that Y/N minded at all. As long as he was with her, she didn’t care how many scars he had, how many shorter fingers he sported.

She was brought back to reality when Levi had scooped her up into his arms. She protested by he ignored her as he carefully but quickly made his way down the corridors, winding his way to the infirmary. He had barked out orders to move as he glared at anyone who blocked their path. Still very much the feared Captain Levi on the outside as he panicked internally at everything that could possibly go wrong.

He made it to the medical bay and set her down. It was so odd for her to think about laying in one of the beds, rather than being the one attending. She wasn’t used to not being in charge. Levi ordered someone to fetch Hanji as he fussed, making sure that everything was perfect.

Y/N clutched her stomach as another wave of nauseating pain washed over her. Levi tried to make her sit on the bed, but she waved him off. “It’ll be hours before I’m ready to push.” She said, noting his pale complexion seemed to loose more color.

Levi felt sick. Hours? He didn’t want her to endure hours of pain. Hours that things could go wrong, hours for him to possibly lose her, lose the baby that has inched its way into his heart.

He didn’t know if he was strong enough to lose them. Fearing the pain of that might be the breaking point to his sanity. There was nothing for him to use his brute strength on, so his role as Humanity’s Strongest held no weight in the birthing room. He could only be there for Y/N and hope that his lot in life would show mercy on him.

He glared at the medic who tried to ease him from the room. Damned if he was going to pace the halls and listen to every pain filled cry from the shadows. He wasn’t leaving her side, he was going to wipe her brow and cringe when she screamed in agony, wishing he could take it from her. Even if it was as gruesome and graphic as that bastard Zeke had said, he would be watching very second that his lover battled to bring their child into the world.

When Hanji showed up, her smile was cheerful and her eye bright. He only glared at her a little as she washed her hands, his relief at her being there known between the three friends. “Took you long enough.” He grumbled, holding Y/N’s waist as she continued to walk the floors.

“We have plenty of time, Levi! Don’t be a nervous father.” Hanji teased.

“I’m not nervous, idiot!” He snapped, well aware that it wasn’t nervousness that flood his system, it was sheer terror. But he fought to keep his exterior expression the calm collected face he normally presented.

Hanji and Y/N both chuckled, not believing a word he said. He glared at both half-heartedly and felt Y/N’s stomach clench as the next contraction hit her.

It progressed quicker that he thought, but every increasingly loud cry ripped from her throat sent a cold shiver down his spine. She cursed him, oh the language that came from her mouth. It made him smile with pride at the inventiveness of her threats. Some of the ideas that spilled from her mouth as she crushed his hand would be fantastic to use if he ever needed to torture someone again.

He watched everyone like a hawk as they moved around Y/N. His sharp eyes narrowing in an intimidating manner, as if he could threaten them into making sure the process was smooth. He constantly wiped her forehead with a cool cloth, and fetched whatever she felt she needed that second.

When the time came, Levi held his breath, partially from the painful grip Y/N had on his left hand and partially in awe. His gaze never strayed from between her thighs, his eyes wide as he watched the small baby slip from Y/N’s body and into Hanji’s waiting hands.

It was a boy. Disgusting and beautiful at the same time. Levi kissed her hand and released it to step over to where Hanji had beckoned him. His own hands were shaking, as she instructed him to cut the umbilical cord. Levi turned nervously back to Y/N, and she smiled and nodded.

They continued to work on Y/N. Levi ignored that area, not caring to see the afterbirth Zeke had mentioned, too busy absorbing every detail of the tiny creature in Hanji’s hands.

He had a son. He couldn’t believe it as he stared down at the little body being carefully wiped down. The little hands and feet waving wildly as his powerful lungs filled the room with his cries of anger. It was the most magical sound he had ever heard.

When he’s handed over to Levi, Y/N sees the brief flash of panic on his face. She know that he thinks he’ll hurt the baby, that his hands have been too rough for too long to gently handle a new life. He looks up at her, his eyes expressing everything inside him that he can’t put into words. Y/N feels her own eyes wet with tears as she watches the man she loves hold the life they created together.

He brings him to her. His voice has already changed, its low and comforting. She’s heard him use it on soldiers as they died, but she’s never heard the love that’s now inflected in his deep timbre. “Here’s your mum. You’d prefer her over your dad. I don’t have the milk you’ll want.”

He treats the babe as if he were fragile, gently easing his hands from under him to place him in her arms. He’d learn, but for now, just watching the wonder on his face was special. He didn’t move, didn’t dare to think of leaving as he crouched down next to the bed and hovered right over their son.

His ashen orbs met Y/N’s and he twisted his lips in a brief beautiful smile. She knew what he was saying. She leaned over and took a kiss from him, not caring that anyone saw the Captain and their boss meld their mouths together. This was their moment.

A cry broke them apart and Levi looked down the the red face. “Jealous already, brat?” He mused.

When the babe settled at her breast, suckling hungrily, Levi laid his hand on the sooty black hair sprinkled across his downy head. “Have you decided on a name?” He asked. He had wanted to leave the choice to her. She knew what he wanted, but she had been the one to carry him.

“Farlan Church Ackerman” Y/N replied, looking up as he tore his gaze away from the eating child to make sure he heard her right.

“Are you sure?” Levi felt close to tears again. He hadn’t dreamed she would choose his friends name. He had hoped, but there was not any significance in the name to her. He had understood that, even as he held on to that tiny sliver of desire to give new life a chance in remembrance of the first man he called his brother.

“Yes, Levi. I’m sure.” She smiled as he leaned down and kissed her again.

They watched as the babe fell asleep, nipple still in his mouth, randomly sucking as he sighed contentedly.

“Huh.....might have to try sleeping that way. Looks comfortable.” Levi grunted as pride at his little boy filled him. Y/N flashed him an amused look.

“There’s one last thing, Y/N.” She furrowed her brow as she looked at Levi. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small simple band. “Marry me.”

It wasn’t a question, but it wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t the romantic proposal that little girls dream of while they play. It was just Levi, standing there, trying not to show his worry that she might reject him, his eyes shining with the love that he failed to mention daily, but carried with him always. Direct and to the point, just like the man she loved.

“Yes, Levi. We’re making this forever.” She smiled as he sighed in relief and out the ring on her finger. They were a family, forever.

~~~~~

Levi watched as Farlan and Isabel ran in the sunshine. Their giggles filling the air as they played among the trees.

Y/N opened the screen door and padded to the chair beside him. She wordlessly offered him a cup of tea as she eased herself down in the seat.

Her sigh of relief made him look over at his wife. She was so damn beautiful, seemed to grow more so everyday. She jump, startled as she rubbed the expansive belly beneath her breasts.

“Brat kicking you?” He asked, placing the cup down so he could feel.

“Your kids have a thing for kicking, must get it from you.” She grumbled, only slightly appeased when Levi gives her a quick kiss.

She looks out at the kids playing in the yard. It had been five years since she had almost lost her husband. Four years since Farlan was born and they were married. Two years since Isabel joined their expanding family. Now baby number three was on the way.

Their lives were peaceful, boring in the best way. Levi no longer worried about dying on a daily basis, and Y/N treated more coughs and pregnant women than hurt and dying soldiers. They were content with their little piece of the world and Hanji teased them constantly they were creating their own Ackerman army. Levi just grinned at the woman, his smiles coming a bit easier as the horrors of the past grew more distant.

Their forever was perfect.

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fangzeronos · 4 years

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Where Do We Go From Here?

Ivy watched in slow motion as Harley let her go and started to fall toward the burning pile of debris and wreckage from the Pit. She hit the ground over the massive hole in the ground, narrowing her eyes.

“Fuck no! You are not going out like this,” she said, running for the edge before leaping over, the vine wrapped around her arm letting her swing down. She snagged Harley and wrapped another vine around the blonde, the two of them being launched back up onto the ground.

“Holy shit,” Harley laughed, hitting the ground before looking at Ivy as they both sat up. “We got out!”

“We did!” ivy laughed, hugging Harley tightly. She could feel her heart thundering in her ribs, knowing Harley could feel it too.

The two women pulled back, smiles turning somber. Before either woman knew what was going on, they’d surged forward and kissed, Ivy’s hands tangling in Harley’s hair and Harley’s arms tightening around Ivy’s neck.

Harley had always wondered, mostly to herself, what Ivy’s kiss would taste like. Would it be poison for her and kill her? Or would it be fun? She had her answer now. Kissing Ivy was like kissing the most succulent plant in existence, one she wanted to keep feeling.

Ivy had always thought Harley’s kisses would be weird or messy, even incoherent like the woman herself. She was glad to be wrong. The feel of Harley’s lips against her own was different then any other kiss she’d ever had, even ones from her fiancé. She found herself not wanting to break the kiss, but she knew she had to at some point.

A few seconds felt like a lifetime before both women pulled away and smiled before realization crossed their faces, both stunned into silence. Ivy blinked, watching as Harley bit her lip, something Ivy found damned cute and even irresistible.

“Ives, I—”

Harley—”

Harley nodded, picking at her prison jumpsuit. “We, uh, we should find a way back to Gotham. The crew’s probably wondering where we are. Kite’s probably looking for you.”

Kite Man. Shit. Ivy nodded softly, looking down before standing up and holding her hand out. “Come on,” she said. “Harley.”

Harley nodded, taking Ivy’s hand and standing up quickly, her heart sinking when Ivy let her go and turned away. Harley looked around, smiling a little. “Well, Bane left the truck sitting. We can drive that back. I can drop you at Kite Man’s,” she said softly, not trusting her voice.

Ivy nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah. Sounds good,” she said, heading for the truck. She climbed into the passenger seat, looking down and staring at her hands. She’d kissed her best friend, betraying Kite Man. The guilt in her chest felt like a lead weight, and she didn’t know how to handle it. She pulled her seatbelt on, hearing Harley climb into the driver’s seat and start the rumbling engine.

Harley turned the truck around, heading for Gotham City. She glanced over at Ivy who wasn’t looking at her, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. For the first time, the former Clown Queen of Crime fell silent, deciding it was better not to make things worse.

Twenty miles down the road, Ivy sighed softly. The silence was uncomfortable, but with no radio stations to listen to thanks to them being one of the casualties of the earthquake taking out the city, they didn’t have much option. “Harley…?” she asked softly, chancing a glance at her friend.

“Hm?” Harley asked, looking over at Ivy before turning her gaze back to the road.

“Do you…do you regret that?” Ivy asked. “The kiss?”

Harley bit her lip, Ivy having to stifle a sigh as she watched the red of Harley’s lipstick disappear under her teeth. She pulled over, wrapping her arms around herself. “I…I don’t know, Ives. Part of me’s wanted to do that for years, but the…damn infuriating Harleen part of me is screaming “Fucking homewrecker!” and putting Kite Man in my mind. I’m conflicted,” she said softly, her hands clenching softly.

Ivy nodded, reaching for Harley. She stopped and pulled back, clasping her hands in front of her. “We can, um...we can just chalk it up to adrenaline and the heat of the moment, and…we don’t have to talk about it again. If you want?”

Harley wanted to talk about it. She wanted to scream her emotions for Ivy to the heavens, tell her every truth in her heart, but she knew she couldn’t do that! She couldn’t ruin her best friend’s chance at real happiness, something Harley knew she’d never, in a million years, be able to give Ivy. “Yeah…that’s fine,” she said, smiling even though it didn’t reach her eyes. She shook out her shoulders before grabbing the wheel and starting for Gotham again. “I’ll drop you off, ditch this thing, and I’ll find the others.”

Ivy nodded, smiling a bit. “Alright,” she said. She fell silent, looking out of the window and pushing her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

The two fell into a pregnant silence, finally crossing into the ruins of Gotham. Harley drove around wrecked cars and buildings, pulling up outside of Kite Man’s apartment building before shutting the engine off and hopping out. Ivy hopped out, shutting the door and walking around the front of the truck. She stopped and faced Harley.

“Why’d you do it?” Ivy asked. “Why’d you let go?”

Harley sighed softly, looking down and kicking at a rock. “I’ve dragged you down all these years. There wasn’t a need for you to go down with me this time, Ivy,” she said. “Not when you got your future to look forward to. I’ve been my only friend for a long time, and you can’t keep pushing your happiness aside just because I drag you into my shit. You don’t deserve that.”

Ivy walked forward, hugging Harley, feeling the other woman’s arms around her waist. She closed her eyes, tightening her arms around Harley. “You’re the first best thing to ever happen to me, Harls,” she said softly, tears stinging her eyes. “Even when you drag me into your crazy shit, even when I get pissed and want to stab you myself, I’ll always be there for you.”

Harley nodded, fighting back tears. “I know, Ives,” she said softly. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. You deserve to be happy.” She pulled back and kissed Ivy’s cheek softly, squeezing her arm. “Go. Be with your fiancé. I’ll find the crew.”

Ivy nodded, pushing Harley’s hair back. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll come in a couple of days.”

She squeezed Harley’s shoulder, walking into the apartment building, turning to watch the door close and cut Harley’s figure from her sight. She walked up a couple of flights of stairs, sinking to the stairs and pressing her back against the wall, the tears finally breaking free as she put her hands over her face, shoulders shaking as she started crying. For the first time in her life, her heart was torn in two directions, one half screaming at her to run downstairs and tackle the blonde woman into the ground and never let her go, the other half saying to get up and keep going upstairs and ride her fiancé until one of them passed out.

Picking herself up and wiping her eyes, Ivy slammed her fist into the wall. She sighed and walked upstairs, stopping outside before knocking on the door to the apartment. “Honey? Chuck, please…let me in.”

The door opened, Kite Man standing in front of Ivy with a smile and wearing his green robe. “Hey, honey. Why, uh, why’re you wearing prison clothes?” he asked.

Ivy flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around Kite Man’s waist and breaking down, clutching at his robe as tears flowed down her cheeks. She felt Kite Man pulling her into the apartment, hearing the door shut and her feet leave the floor. Looking up, she saw she was sitting on her fiancé’s lap, her hands shaking.

“Ivy. Talk to me, baby,” he said, rubbing her back softly.

Ivy bit her lip, wiping her eyes before she started rambling everything that happened from being at the bar with Harley to being taken by Two-Face’s men, the trial, and the Pit. She stopped when she got to them escaping, getting up and wrapping her arms around herself tightly, crossing to the window.

“I couldn’t let her die, Chuck. I went back for her, I had to. But…when we hit the ground…in the post glow of “Holy shit we lived!” I…I kissed her,” she said softly, her hands clenching in her shirt. “I kissed her, and…the only thing I could think about was “Jesus, why am I not doing this all the fucking time?” and that felt like a punch in the cooch.”

Kite Man was silent, looking at Ivy before he got up and walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder. “So, you kissed your best friend. Hell, yeah,” he said with a small smile. “Listen, Ivy. You don’t realize it, but you talk about Harley in your sleep a lot. Mumbling about “Don’t hurt her,” or “Leave her alone and take me instead.” I can’t say I didn’t expect it. I see how you two interact and work off of each other, acting more like lifelong partners then friends. You two have been together a long time, wrecking this city from tits to toes. I…I can’t compete with Harley.”

“Chuck,” Ivy said softly, turning and putting her hand on his cheek. “I shouldn’t have kissed her. I betrayed you.”

“No, you didn’t,” Kite Man said, kissing Ivy’s forehead. “I can see it in your eyes how much you love her, Ivy. Every time you talk about her, you get animated and smile bigger then anytime I’ve made you smile. You just never saw it for yourself.”

“Fuck,” Ivy sighed, letting her head hit Kite Man’s chest. “What do I do…?”

“Follow your heart,” Kite Man said, wrapping his arms around Ivy and rubbing her back. “That’s all you can do. If you break it off with me, I’ll still be your friend, Ivy. I love you enough to not get upset. If you stay, I don’t think you’ll ever truly be happy.”

Ivy sighed, her hands clenching in Kite Man’s robe. “You’re too damned understanding, Chuck,” she said softly. “I don’t deserve you. I love you, but I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve her, either. I…”

“You’re worthy of love, Ivy. Mine or Harleys. Honestly, I couldn’t think of a better person to lose her to,” Kite Man said, rubbing Ivy’s back. “Go shower, have a drink, just relax. You don’t have to decide tonight.”

Across town, Harley sighed as she sank to the floor beside one of the couches in the rundown mall, her mind lost. She drew her knees up, biting her lip and still tasting and feeling Ivy’s lips against hers. She rested her head on her arms, sighing softly.

“What did I do…?” she mumbled.

“Harley? Where have you been?” King Shark asked as he walked in, tossing a bloody leg away. “You haven’t been here in two days.”

“It’s a long story, Shark,” Harley said, looking up at the massive half-man/half-shark.

“Well, we got time,” Dr. Psycho said, hopping onto the couch. “By the way, where’s Ivy?”

“Kite Man’s,” Harley said, sighing softly. “Dropped her off.”

“Ok, spill. You’re less peppy then usual and you’re not threatening to smash my head in. What’s got your tits twisted?” Psycho asked.

Harley sighed, her hands clenching before she rambled on about the events of the last few days, culminating in leaving Ivy at Kite Man’s complex. She didn’t realize she’d gotten up and started pacing and raising her voice.

“And all I can think about is how I’m a fucking homewrecking slut! I kissed my best friend, the one person that’s always been fuckin’ decent to me, and I go and do this shit!? She shoulda let me burn!” she yelled, flinging her baseball bat across the mall, hearing it hit the wall. She collapsed on the couch, panting as tears fell down her cheeks.

King Shark raised an eyebrow, looking at Harley. “Wow. I can’t believe all of that stuff happened to you two.”

“You two really are fucking stupid,” Psycho said, looking at Harley before he stood on the couch. “I don’t tell you this, but when you dream, your dreams are fucking loud. Almost all of them, Harley, involve Ivy in some way. Saving her, getting your ass kicked by her, several sex dreams that give me ideas—”

“Gross,” King Shark said, getting a glare from Psycho.

“My point is whether you realize it or not, you’re in love with your best friend. Have been for years, but you never did anything because you didn’t think she was feeling the same. Trust me, blondie, she is,” Psycho said. “You two are just fucking stupid and didn’t get it before she got hitched to the dildo with the fetish for kites. Now that you two made out like horny teenagers after nearly dying again, you don’t know what to do, right?”

“Right,” Harley said. “I…I don’t want to ruin her chance to be happy and have everything she deserves. Kite’s better for her then I’ll ever be. I’m damaged, a broken doctor who got suckered by a fucking madman.”

“She’s damaged too, Harley. You two have been best friends for years. You just never wanted to imagine the life you wanted with her because you were obsessed with Joker and she was an emotionally stunted petunia!”

Harley nodded, looking over as Sy rolled up, tossing a bag at her. “What’s this?”

“Clothes, you prison skank,” the crippled old man said with a grin. “Can’t go around wearin’ prison colors all the time. It don’t match your body.”

Harley rolled her eyes, heading for where she’d claimed as her room. She stripped and changed, sitting on her bed before looking at her phone as it went off, seeing a text from Ivy.

“Harls, I’ll be there in a couple of days. I’ve got a lot on my mind right now, and I want to sort it out before we talk. Don’t worry, I know we’ll both make the right choices. Just stay at the lair and please, for the love of God, don’t do anything stupid.”

Harley smiled softly, opening the text before starting to type. “I planned on just sitting on my ass for the next day or two. After the last couple of days, I think I need a break myself. Tell Kite I said hi, have some fun and come back limping. Love you.”

Harley shut her phone off before seeing Ivy’s response, tossing it down, shaking her hair out of her signature pigtails before laying back, staring up at the ceiling.

Three days later, with Shark and Psycho out looking for more food, Harley sighed as she drew her hair back in a ponytail, walking out to the main area and sitting on the fountain, laying back and letting her hand dip into the water. She turned and looked at her reflection, swirling her hand and making it distort before she sat up.

“Ponytail, huh? Haven’t seen that since Arkham,” Ivy’s voice said, the woman it belonged to walking over and sitting beside her friend. “And no booty shorts? Who are you and what have you done with my Harley?”

Harley smiled softly, flicking her ponytail softly. “Thought I’d try something different,” she said. She sighed softly, turning so her feet were on the floor. “Have a good few days?”

“Yeah. Talked with Chuck, got things figured out,” Ivy said.

Harley nodded, looking down before she looked at Ivy. “I’m really happy for you, Ives. He makes you happy, and I can’t keep you from that. You deserve happiness, and I can’t hold you back. You can’t keep wasting your life with me,” she said. “Besides, I’m looking forward to being maid of honor. I don’t normally wear green, but I think the dress I picked out is gonna make you flip your shit.”

Ivy shook her head, smiling softly. “I gave him back the ring. Yesterday.”

“What?! Why!?” Harley asked, her eyes wide. “Ivy, no!”

“Ivy yes!” the green skinned woman said with a smile, taking Harley’s hands. “Harley. Yes, he makes me happy, but he isn’t where my heart is. It’s taken me too long to figure out and admit, but…it was never him I loved.”

“Ivy,” Harley said softly, standing up and watching as Ivy did. “I’m too damaged—”

“You think I’m not? I was pushed into shelf of chemicals that turned me from a white girl into the Green Giant’s little sister. I have issues, but you’re the only one that made me want to work through them,” Ivy said, putting her hand on Harley’s cheek. “What did I tell you after you left Joker the first time?”

Harley closed her eyes, leaning against Ivy’s hand. “You love me in a very hard to articulate way,” she said softly.

“It’s not hard to articulate anymore,” Ivy said, brushing her thumb over Harley’s cheek. “Harley Quinn, I love you.”

Harley’s lip quivered, the blonde throwing her arms around Ivy’s neck as tears fell down her cheeks. “I love you, Ivy,” she said, smiling through her tears and feeling Ivy’s arms around her waist.

Ivy smiled, pulling Harley back before wiping her eyes. “Now…let me do this right,” she said. She leaned in and kissed Harley, smiling as she did.

Harley melted into the kiss, moaning and whimpering against Ivy’s lips. “This is what a kiss is supposed to feel like,” she thought happily. She tightened her arms around Ivy’s neck, not wanting to let go.

Ivy gripped Harley just a little tighter, pulling her off and resting her forehead against Harley’s. “Chuck still wants to be friends, and he’s not mad. He said if he had to lose me to someone, he’s glad it’s you.”

“If I had to lose you to anyone, I’d want it to be him,” Harley said, closing her eyes.

“Oh, Christ, what the fuck did we walk into now?” Psycho asked, King Shark carrying a pair of bags.

“The start of a beautiful relationship,” Harley said with a grin, leaning against Ivy and giggling when she felt Ivy’s arms tight around her.

“Ugh, no more Casablanca for you, babe,” Ivy said with a smile, kissing Harley’s temple. “Fucking dork.”

“Love me anyway.”

#Harley Quinn #DCU Harley Quinn #Poison Ivy #PoisonQuinn #PoisonKite #Kite Man #this one was fun #and it's my first PoisonQuinn thing #15 years of writing and this is the first one? Fuck

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the rest... of... book 4..... through chapter 225

i sad.

“He was lying to himself and lying to others! All nothing but deceit! No matter what, it was impossible to pretend nothing had ever happened, and it was impossible to return to before!!!” - i know :(

“Before Feng Xin went, he was afraid. Now that Feng Xin had gone, he wasn’t scared any longer. But, even though he wasn’t afraid anymore, he was in deeper agony.” - ah yes. being afraid of your friends leaving so you do things to drive them away so you can have something to point to and say that you were the one who made the choice and you dont have to fear it anymore. except that has never once worked out ever and turns out losing people just means you lost them and it still hurts. not that i would know or anything.....

“He saw upon the table there were a few plates of horrid-looking dishes that were now cold. They were what he made the queen take away without eating a single bite the night before. Now, he pulled them over absent-mindedly, and ate everything, not daring to leave behind a single leaf, afraid to miss a single grain of rice. After he ate he started puking.” - this broke me and the bad cooking isnt funny anymore :(

all this happens after they have money again. no further commentary on this chapter

i know for a lot of book 3 i just wanted hua cheng to go away but now i would give anything for wuming to come and interrupt these interactions with white no-face

“Lang Ying, a brute commoner, led an army and destroyed Xianle. With the aura of the king enveloping his body, ordinary evil wouldn’t be able to come close to his person. However, at this moment, what Xie Lian brought with him were millions of souls of those who died on the battlefield!” - interesting to think about this story from lang ying’s point of view. the bit about his wife and child... oh my god... the things we carry with us...

“Will it really be alright to leave him like this? How about, I give him a cup of water?” - cup of water motif is back... ouch

“One person. Just one. Really. Just one person was enough!” - for like 20 minutes after reading this i really was just sitting here thinking about every time a stranger did me a small a kindness and the times i did the same it just made me cry harder i love people and they really can be awful and choose to be cold and cruel but it means that when they choose to be kind..... it doesnt negate the cruelty but its still indescribable.. and being able to see that and remember that even after all the pain.....

ugh still just thinking about the times ive gone through something that changed me and having the cold numb fear that i would never be the same as i was before that i would lose some precious part of me forever and wondering if this would be the thing that finally did it... i dont know if ive ever actually experienced a piece of media that really make me think about that tbh

“Stop thinking so highly of yourself! I don’t need you to teach me anything, I can learn on my own. If you represent heaven’s will, then something like heaven’s will should be destroyed!” - why is defying the heavens so sexy.... keep it up (edit after white no-face identity reveal: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!)

the fact that xie lian went through what he did and got nothing out of it and in fact lost everything he had left due to the trauma,,,,, but just one person is enough for him to willingly offer to do it again, even if all he could save is one person,,,,,, crying again.... and who it is who takes it all on instead... ok...

“After all, everyone knew that Mu Qing ascended because he cleaned up all the remaining stubborn resentful spirits in the old capital of Xianle, so to understand it as “generous and kind” wasn’t unreasonable. In any case, everyone in the old capital of Xianle were all very grateful for him.” - its not unreasonable at all!!! this boy picks cherries for his mom and the neighborhood kids leave him alone

“Shaking his head, Xie Lian contemplated, then he ladled two large bowls of rice, one offered inside the Temple of Ju Yang, the other inside the Temple of Xuan Zhen. Finally, feeling that everything served its purpose, he clapped his hands close, completely satisfied.” - please i just want them to be friends again

ruoye........ xie lian bidding farewell to the tiny red flower.... ok i feel a totally normal amount about all these things

book 5 time!!!

xie lian king of taking a third option.. no one dies in the kiln at all we’re just leaving bitch

“Xie Lian didn’t know why he had to use his hands to cup Hua Cheng’s cheeks, but he did so subconsciously, probably so he could comfort him, but also because Xie Lian was afraid Hua Cheng’s face would be frostbitten by the snowstorm.” - gay people.....

“This giant stone divine statue must’ve been sculpted when Hua Cheng was trapped inside the Kiln, when he was severely beaten down and in intense suffering.” - ohhhh my god. okay. okay. look. i get it....

“The divine statue obeyed his command and took off with a gigantic, wide step, going along with the rolling current of snow. One slide was several miles, and the snow waves it created crashed around its body. Because both its arms were open, even though it was a body of a million tons, it still maintained good balance.” - HELL YEAH!! HELL YEAH LETS FUCKING GO LETS GOOOOO

the statue that requires transfers of spiritual energy... statue of make you kiss me i see how it is.....

“Hearing this, Hua Cheng raised his brows, his expression seeming to say, please have them beat each other to death, that’d be great.” - when you dont like your SO’s friends and they dont like you

“With a sharp sword in hand, Xie Lian was like a tiger with wings added, his might increasing exponentially, and he struck out!” - YES!!! GET EM!!!!

“No one could blame him for not knowing what was going on. Perhaps, he was confused the entire way: Why was he beaten? Why was he buried inside a wall? Why was he turned into a daruma doll? And why did he have to turn into a sword, too? There was not a single point where he’d figured out what was happening.” its okay qyz its okay i know honey me too

HELLO?? SQX IS BACK???? omg what a development omg omg okay okay interesting... okay so shi wudu would have rather died than lose everything but shi qingxuan is still trucking

“Hua Cheng responded lazily, “Oh? So you mean to say, beggars can’t save the world? Is it because they don’t have the ability to, or because they’re not worthy?” - KING okay i know this is a motivational tactic but also... who was it who took on all the souls for the human face disease and did in fact save the world back then hmmm?

absolutely enthralled by the fact that in chapter 207 we find out that the guoshi is in fact just. still here. and the name of the chapter is "Seeking Affection; Ghost King Fakes Displeasure” which i mean that happens too but fjasdlkfajsld

bruh okay. okay. okay. everything is happening okay. okay. chaos in the heavens okay. ling wen is still invited to kiss me on the mouth tho idc

“Indeed Yin Yu didn’t have enough confidence, and said weakly, “Chengzhu has shown me grace, he saved me…” “I know,” Jun Wu said. “He even helped you pacify and send off the resentful spirit of Jian Yu, who died during banishment, am I right?” - awww im glad they resolved that bit that whole situation was awful also give me the forbidden hua cheng ghost king lore...

“Yin Yu finally couldn’t take it anymore. He clenched his fists tight, his knuckles cracking, and he whipped around. “I DO RESENT HIM! I DO HATE HIM!!! BUT, SO WHAT??” - yin yu kiss me on the mouth right now

“Xie Lian hugged him. “It’s alright, it’s alright. These are all small matters, really. Your Highness Yin Yu, just live in this world for another few hundred years and you’ll know that none of that really matters. Either driven to madness or really wishing someone would die, whichever. Who in the world has never had such thoughts? I’ve even thought of massacring all in the world who had wronged me, it’s true, and no lie, I’d almost done it. But look at me, haven’t I shamelessly lived until now? You haven’t actually done anything in the end, and that’s the most important thing.” - he’s right im crying again

“But…in the end, I…still think…it’s so unfair,” Yin Yu sobbed. “If I was already destined to be no one remarkable, then at the very least, I…wanted to be a kind and perfect person. But…I couldn’t even do that. It’s really…so unfair. And truth to be told, even in this moment, just thinking that I’m dying for Yizhen, this little dummy, I still can’t get over it. I can’t even let go and die with a heart with no resentment and no regrets, what is that.” - YIN YU YOU CANT DIE NOOOOOOO youre the only man in this whole book i would kiss why does this always happen im actually really sad ;_;

“If the Rain Master was killed directly, and a better heavenly official couldn’t be found to replace her, the people put food above all else; if agriculture isn’t running smoothly, the world will be thrown into chaos. You don’t let people eat, people won’t give you a job. Besides being displeased with the Rain Master, the people of the world might also begin to be dissatisfied with the great god above Rain Master’s head. Which means, if he isn’t careful, the fire can burn all the way onto him. If things aren’t controlled adequately, it might incur riots to topple gods.” - rain master my friend rain master... also yes!!!!! food production!!!! critical!!!!!!! theres a lot you can get by without but food is not one of them!!!!!

“Feng Xin was Xie Lian’s servant, his good friend, but not his slave. He could’ve built his own home, had his own family. And he had actually already met those people, but the encounter just had to be during Xie Lian’s first banishment, the toughest days they suffered back then.” i am very sad about all of this

hua cheng in the palace of ling wen looking for the brocade immortal while the heavens are in complete chaos as the world turns on its head and STILL taking the time to beg for kisses is making me lose it fjalkdfjlsd

oh my god the guoshi and the cards thing..... hmmmm

delighted that mount tong’lu has such great significance beyond just being the kiln or whatever

hmmm crown prince of wuyong... its truly sad... but dude.....

the way that the heavenly capital is literally built out of previous gods... wow

the outright attempt to continue to cycle of trauma that failed simply bc 1. xie lian is his own person and 2. xie lian recieved kindness and gave it back to the world even to the people who refused to help him im ;_;

the absolute mess of xuan ji/rong guang/pei su/banyue/ke mo going down in the palace of ming guang... entertainment

okay i think im to a point where i dont have any possible spoiler knowledge in my brain about what happens next (only thing i have is theres a joke about he xuan eating that i dont understand yet and i think we might get like an emily corpse bride moment but if we do i dont know why) but oh my god things have escalated

#oh my god the next one might be the last??? we'll see #what a ride for real #tgcf liveblog #ty to everyone who comments or reads even a bit of these i appreciate you #mouse mumbles

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