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shwoo · 10 months

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I would like to thank the English language for allowing me to make burrito-related puns about secrets for both this fanfic's chapter titles.

TItle: Just Dropping in (part 2 of 2) Summary: Filbo has lived with his dad almost all his life, but now that he's back from Snaktooth, he's decided to stay with some journalist who wasn't even part of the original expedition. Filbo's dad has some suspicions. He has a lot of suspicions. (Also on AO3)

Chapter 1: Keep It Under Wraps! Chapter 2: Don't Spill The Beans!

"What are you feeding him?" Miglo demanded, glaring. He entered the kitchen nook and started pulling open doors at random.

Theobe ignored him until they'd finished pouring the milk, and then offered Miglo a mug. "Here's your coffee."

Miglo accepted it without acknowledgement, but he did take a sip.

Then he opened the cabinet under the sink, and whirled around. "Why's there ash in your garbage? What have you been burning? Are you making Filbo cook?"

The ash had nothing to do with food, but Miglo sounded so incredulous that Theobe couldn't resist setting him straight. "He cooks twice a week," they said, pointing at the fridge. "It's on the chore wheel."

Actually, it was more that Filbo got cooking lessons from Theobe twice a week, but Filbo had been making definite progress. He'd already figured out how to judge which size of saucepan to use, and it had been almost a week since Theobe had had to remind him about keeping his other paw out of the way when chopping vegetables. He'd been getting better and better at chopping the vegetables evenly, too.

"Um, and that's just paper ash," Theobe continued. "Snorpy always insists we burn his letters." That was a little bit of misdirection that Snorpy would probably appreciate. The ash in the garbage wasn't the original letter, which Snorpy had sent from an undisclosed location at his uncle's farm, but a decoded copy that Theobe and Filbo had made earlier that day. It probably wasn't necessary to burn the copies, but it was what Snorpy wanted, and it made Theobe feel like a real spy.

"Snorpy?" Miglo demanded. "Sn-- That's not even a real name!"

Theobe shrugged. He really was insistent on nitpicking everything. "It's short for Snorpington. Like that show about the fake detective?" It was an uncommon name, but not that uncommon.

Miglo walked off through the door Filbo had left through, still holding his coffee. Theobe followed quickly, to find him staring at one of their bookshelves.

He took the Grumpy Baby in the "Mayo" sash from the top shelf and brandished it. "This is not an officially licensed Grumpy Baby toy!"

Apparently it was easier to memorise them all the Grumpy Babies than Theobe had thought, if Filbo, Gramble, and Miglo had all done it. Maybe Theobe should get in on that. "It's custom. Gramble made it. For Filbo." He'd made Theobe one as well. It had a little press hat, which was cute. They kept it in their office.

"That's not a real--" began Miglo. "W-- No. It is. Very common name." He put the Grumpy Baby back and leaned over to inspect the cassettes on the shelf below. "What is this? G-Files? Grump Peaks… Collector's Edition? My son isn't into this trash!"

Theobe sighed. "Those are mine. You're kind of grasping at straws now." They half hoped Filbo would come back soon, but also it wasn't Filbo's job to try to control his dad's temper.

Miglo turned around suddenly, and Theobe was starting to wonder how he didn't get dizzy from doing that so often. "I'm sick of listening to you mocking me. We both know you were never on that island, and no matter what threats you made, how you got Filbo to play along, I'm not leaving without him!" He poked Theobe in the chest. "You're some kind of monster, you know that? Stop preying on a good-natured kid, and find your own stories! You're gonna be doing a lot of time when I'm through with you."

"I'm a journalist!" said Theobe. What kind of hack did he think they were? "If I say I went somewhere, I went there. I've got pages of notes and interviews to prove it!"

They frowned, remembering what kind of information was in their pages of notes and interviews. It could be a problem if Miglo actually wanted to see them.

Miglo didn't ask. He said "Now where is my son? Is he really in the bathroom?"

"I guess so," said Theobe with a shrug. "That's where I thought he he was going." Filbo did sometimes excuse himself to the bathroom when he got overwhelmed, but if he'd eaten that whole pack of gummy grumps, the bathroom was where he needed to be.

Miglo took a swig of coffee and headed for the hall door, and Theobe followed, hoping he wasn't planning to barge in. He'd clearly made up his own mind about what was going on, and they weren't sure what they could say to convince him otherwise. At least without revealing the whole truth. He didn't even seem inclined to believe what Filbo told him.

Also, what was all that stuff about Theobe preying on a good-natured kid? Filbo was barely a year younger than they were.

In the hall, Miglo hammered on the door with the toilet paper decal. "Filbo! Are you in there?"

"Oh, hey dad!" said Filbo, from the other side. "I'll be out, uh… soon." He laughed slightly.

"Make sure you wash your hands," said Miglo, with a glance at Theobe.

Theobe wondered what Miglo would think about the bathroom arrangements in Snaxburg, and decided not to bring it up.

Miglo was already opening the door opposite the bathroom. "What is this?" he demanded, peering inside.

Theobe peeked in behind him. "That's my room." It looked like Filbo had taken down the certificate of completion he'd made them, though not the alien taxonomy poster next to it. He hadn't touched the books, magazines and newspapers strewn all over the floor either, so Theobe hoped it looked lived-in enough to not seem suspicious.

Not that there was anything to be suspicious about, if you weren't Miglo Fiddlepie.

Miglo pulled open the next door up, and Theobe said "And that's my office."

Filbo had cleaned up in there as well. The desk looked strangely bare with the journal closed and the loose notes cleared away. Even the expedition photo was missing.

Apparently this was another thing that required Miglo to turn around as fast as he could. "You made your second room into an office? I knew you weren't giving him anywhere to sleep!"

"Uh…" said Theobe. At this point, Miglo had progressed past grasping at straws, and was just outright making things up to be upset about. They weren't going to try pointing that out this time, though. "No, Filbo's room is over there." They pointed at the door opposite their office.

Filbo's room, or the spare room. Whichever it was now.

Miglo took a look inside, and didn't seem to find anything to criticise immediately.

"We didn't have time to grab much before the island exploded…" said Theobe, to forestall any complaints about how empty it was.

"The island--?!" Miglo began. "Never mind. Oh, you let him have a record player and a boombox."

"Those are just his," said Theobe, following him in.

There were piles of meticulously labelled party mixtapes on one side of the boombox. Filbo claimed he had one for every occasion, and he'd even managed to make a pretty good mixtape entirely out of all the Do The Wiggle remixes that Wiggle kept gifting them.

On the other side, so Filbo didn't get them mixed up, were a couple of Grumpin Park cassettes in their cases. Miglo picked one of them up, and Theobe held their breath, but he just nodded slightly, put it down, and moved on to Filbo's card shelf.

There were only a few cards on it, and almost half of them were encouraging notes from Chandlo, but Filbo insisted that it was going to grow, and that his card shelf at home was so full he could barely fit anything new on there.

Miglo picked up the glitteriest card, and read the front aloud. "I'm Sorry." He opened it up and kept reading, with increasing incredulity. "Dear Filbo. I'm sorry for… bullying you so hard back on Snaktooth? I was really mad at your whole, like, life philosophy, but that's not an excuse, lol. You're actually pretty cool, like, in a lame way? XOXOX? Beffica?!'" He jabbed at the card with his other hand, almost spilling his coffee. "And she drew some kind of sideways happy face… Is this even a real apology letter?"

"She put a lot of effort into that," said Theobe.

She'd shown them her original attempt, and their first suggestion had been to begin it with something other than "Dear squeeb (j/k lol)". Sincerity did not come easily to her.

"Care to explain why he's still in contact with someone who bullied him?" said Miglo.

Theobe opened their mouth to suggest he ask Filbo, and Filbo rushed in, his paws dripping wet. He was still hiding his left arm out of view, but he'd got rid of Theobe's boots, and both feet were now clearly normal Grumpus paws.

"Dad, it's okay!" he said. "Beffica…" he laughed. "She was going through a lot. Well, we all were."

"Filbo," said Miglo. "Take your arm out from behind your back."

Filbo chuckled, and backed against the wall. "Uh, I'm good."

"Well," Miglo continued, "if you can't do that, at least tell me why you're so set on staying with this stranger! This isn't like you! Remember college?"

Filbo looked at Theobe. "They're not a stranger…"

"Then why didn't you know their last name when you called?" Miglo demanded.

"Oh, uh…" said Filbo. "Well, we didn't really need last names on the island. It wasn't like high school, with… six Befficas." He glanced at the card in Miglo's hand. "Just one… heh."

Miglo sighed. "I don't know what this Theoblab grump told you, but they're using you."

"Hey!" said Theobe, but Miglo was already leaving the room.

"I'm getting you out of here," said Miglo, as he walked, "no matter what."

Theobe and Filbo followed, with Filbo mouthing the word "sorry".

Miglo returned to the living room and grabbed the phone, then turned and leaned towards Theobe, so close that their noses were almost touching. "Listen to me, you… journalist. If you don't let my son go right now, I'm gonna make some calls, and you're gonna go to prison for a long, long time."

"Okay," said Theobe.

"Buddy, he's serious!" Filbo whispered. "H-he's gonna…"

Miglo leaned back, and grinned. "And you can forget about working as a journalist ever again."

That wasn't something he could do.

But Theobe glanced at Filbo's horrified face, and remembered what Miglo had said about Filbo's sister. It had seemed like an empty threat, but… Filbo had agreed. Filbo thought it had happened, and he was close to his dad, and his sister. If Filbo thought that Miglo had those kind of connections, and had seen him use them… maybe he had.

"Uh…" they managed. They were sure there was something sarcastic they could say, but all they could think about was that Miglo might be able to ruin their career whenever he felt like it. The thought was encroaching into the place they kept their words. "Uh, wait…"

"I'll reimburse you for the phone bill," Miglo added, putting his coffee on the table.

Filbo glanced at Theobe, then said "Dad, please don't call Poppy Barolb…"

Miglo balanced the receiver in the crook of his elbow, and held up both paws with all fingers extended. "I'll give you to the count of six."

"Don-- I--" said Theobe. Maybe he was bluffing.

Maybe he wasn't.

"Five…" said Miglo, putting down a finger.

All right, Theobe was too stressed to speak. It had been years since that had happened last, but they were a successful college graduate now, and they'd recently faced down several giant monsters and a whole hoard of smaller ones. They were definitely mature enough to break through this.

Miglo put down another finger. "Four…"

They just had to explain why Filbo was hiding his arm. They had promised Filbo they wouldn't tell Miglo about the Bugsnax, but they were sure he wouldn't mind.

Miglo lowered one arm. "Three."

Given the circumstances.

"Two… one…"

It was hard to see how Miglo could possibly freak out more than he already was, and that was what Filbo had said he was concerned about. So it'd probably be fine.

Miglo hesitated. "Nothing to say? Really?"

"Strawb…" said Theobe. No, that wouldn't have made sense anyway. Filbo hadn't had a strawberry arm for a while now.

Miglo put down his last finger. "Zero." He looked at Theobe for a second, then retreieved the phone and started dialling.

"Stop!" said Filbo.

Theobe hadn't been able to take their eyes off the phone, but now they turned to see that Filbo had pulled the phone cord out of the wall. And he'd done it with his left arm. The one that was still green and lettucey.

Miglo dropped the receiver. "Filbo! Your arm! What happened to your arm?"

"Filbo…" said Theobe.

"Neat, huh?" said Filbo, a little unsteadily. "I… I think it's a lettuce burrito?" He gave a fake-sounding laugh.

"No, it's not neat!" said Miglo, rushing to him and taking his arm. "What did that journalist do to you?!"

"Technically…" began Theobe. If the truth was going to suddenly come out, it might as well be the whole truth, and the whole truth was that Miglo was right. They'd given Filbo that Inchwrap. They had done that to him, and to most of the others as well.

"Dad, I did it to myself," said Filbo. "Bugsnax are real, and they're on Snaktooth Island, and I ate a lot of them, and… and that's why we had to come back."

"What?" said Miglo. He held up Filbo's unresisting arm and squinted at it. "Bugsnax? What are you talking about? You think… Bugsnax did that to you?"

"I know they did!" said Filbo, waving his free arm around. "Lizbert didn't wanna make it public until she was sure, cause, you know, Grumplantis, and then she wrote Buddy when she was sure, but by the time they got here, Liz was missing and everyone left town…" He shook his head. "Uh, the point is, we all thought Bugsnax were going to solve our all problems, but they're parasites, and they make you want them so they can, uh…" he frowned. "Make you… become them? Liz told us all about when we found her again… Buddy, you know more about Bugsnax than me. Can you explain it?" He smiled nervously.

Theobe seemed to be able to form words again, so they said "Sure." They'd done a lot of thinking about how to explain what had happened on the island if the opportunity came up, though they weren't sure if Miglo would listen. "The island has a number of ingenious tricks to keep grumps from leaving," they recited. "The currents, atmospheric anomalies, aggressive wildlife… But its best, and most effective method is the nature of the Bugsnax themselves. When Bugsnax are around, it's hard to even want to leave. Think of it like a pitcher plant. The Bugsnax are the nectar that attracts the prey, but also the prey's downfall."

They were proud of that metaphor, which they'd come up with after a suprisingly in-depth discussion with Wambus about carnivorous plants, but Miglo just snapped "What?"

"Uh," said Theobe, as Miglo took another sip of coffee, "the island produces Bugsnax, and somehow, being around Bugsnax make Grumpuses think the snax can solve their problems." The effects of the Bugsanx seemed to amplify issues that their victims already had, and Theobe was very interested to know how they did that. But not interested enough to go back to find out. They guessed.

"For me, I just wanted everyone to be friends!" said Filbo cheerfully. He frowned. "Wait, why did I think making sure everyone had Bugsnax would… do that?"

Theobe could think of a few reasons, and felt that he'd still been doing better than Floofty and their self-decapitation plot, but they didn't want to set Miglo off again. So they continued. "In truth, the entire island is a living organism, and that organism… is made of Grumpuses."

Another part they were pleased with, but Miglo just said "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The more the victim eats, the more they turn into Bugsnax," said Theobe, indicating Filbo's arm. "If they eat too many, they transform completely, and… lose themselves. They become part of the island." They weren't totally sure how that happened, because Lizbert hadn't been very specific, but they guessed it was a good thing that they weren't sure. If they'd seen it happen while they were on the island, then that would mean… one of the others would be dead. One of their friends would be dead. You couldn't take that back.

"They lose themselves…" said Miglo thoughtfully. He stared at Filbo's arm. "And that's gonna happen to you?! Lizbert dragged you to an island that lures in weak-willed people and eats them?!" He was shouting by now.

"Hey, I didn't say weak-willed!" Theobe protested. They were pretty sure they'd only been protected by their allergy. And they'd still got very into cataloguing the Bugsnax, as well as giving out as many as they could to the others. "Anyone can get caught up in it. That's why nobody should go there ever again."

"Dad, it's almost worn off," said Filbo, pointing at his foot with his untransformed hand. "I'll be fine, as long as I don't eat any more Bugsnax. And I won't! Even if there were any around here."

"You can't be sure of that," said Miglo.

"I can!" said Filbo, more forcefully than he usually spoke. "Because… because I'm not weak-willed, or a screw-up, and I am good at some things, and Dad, you can't protect me forever."

Miglo looked like he wanted to say something, but he just looked from Filbo to Theobe and then back again, and drank his coffee.

"Just trust me, Dad," said Filbo. "I'm twenty-six! You don't have to rescue me every time it looks like something bad might happen. You're mad at Lizbert for tricking me into going to Snaktooth Island, b-b-but I knew the whole time where we were going!" He took a deep breath. "I'm the one who didn't tell you, Dad. I-I was always gonna tell you, but I didn't wanna upset you and I never found the right time, and then Liz mentioned it because she thought you already knew…"

"You didn't want to upset me?" said Miglo softly.

"I wanna make my own decisions about… about making my own decisions," Filbo continued. "I… sometimes I kinda like it when it's up to me." He looked at Theobe. "In fact… I think I wanna stay here a little longer. Even after the Snax wear off. Uh, is that okay, Buddy?"

"You can stay as long as you want," said Theobe. They'd actually been worrying about when Filbo would decide to go home, they realised. They were sure he'd be fine, but… they weren't ready yet.

Filbo said "It's good to see you again, Dad, but I'm not coming home yet."

"You…" began Miglo. "I…" He seemed to rally. "You're being ridiculous. You're my son, and you need to come home right away."

"I don't think that's more important than what Filbo wants," said Theobe, who'd really thought Miglo was going to listen this time.

"He doesn't know what he wants!" snapped Miglo.

Nobody said anything for a second, including Miglo, who was staring at his own paws like he'd never seen them before.

Then he sighed. "Filbo, all I ever wanted was what was best for you." All of a sudden, he sounded exhausted. "If what's best for you is not being in your life anymore… Then that's what I'll do."

Filbo looked aghast. "No, Dad, that's not what I meant! Maybe you could… be a… little less… in my life?" He spoke so tentatively that it ended in a squeak. "Why don't we talk again… tomorrow? Tensions are… a little high. Right now."

"All right," said Miglo. He opened his arms, and he and Filbo hugged, Filbo with both arms this time. Miglo rubbed his arm where Filbo's lettuce hand had touched it, and added "Uh… sorry for trying to destroy your career."

The correct response to that would be that that was okay, but it wasn't okay. Instead, Theobe just said "Uh."

Miglo took one final swig of coffee, put the mug back down, said "And thanks for the coffee," and walked out.

"Heh," said Filbo, after the front door closed. "That went way better than I expected."

Theobe couldn't tell if he meant that or not. They said "Sorry for freezing up back there."

"No, no, I should be sorry!" said Filbo. "I should never had made you promise not to talk about Bugsnax." He laughed. "Your career is really important to you, huh?"

Theobe shrugged. "I guess so." If they couldn't be a journalist, then who were they?

"Well, I think your story is really great so far!" said Filbo. "Your editor's gotta accept it!"

"She has high standards," said Theobe. She'd earned them. "But… maybe she'll like it," She had to.

"And hey," said Filbo. "Even if she doesn't, you're really good at, uh, journalism. You can just get another job, right? At another newspaper…?"

"Uh…" said Theobe. "Right."

(Previous Chapter)

#Bugsnax #Bugsnax journalist #Filbo Fiddlepie #Shwoo's writing #fanfiction #That climax is a very '...I'd have two nickels' situation for me #Though the details are pretty different #Not sure about how I'm doing the navigation links but I can't think of anything better right now #Anyway I hope the story makes sense #I'm suddenly really worried about that

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freemindedspirit · 9 months

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I am not seeking any validation. I was wrongly portrayed by someone here. So I just wanted to make my stand clear. That's all. What would I gain by being acknowledged as his tf/fs. Nothing.. Nada.

I think it is a bit harsh to judge a person whom you haven't even met in real life. If being honest felt like I was trying to be a wanna be I don't know what to say.

Earlier I said I was feeling all angsty and heartbeat rising up. I took some time off. I needed some solitude to reevaluate my thoughts. Why would I hate a person who has no idea of my existence? The best thing to do is to detach. I felt better after that.

Everyone is reading only the parts they want to read. It is always the case. He is not even my type. I would rather have chosen Namjoon or yoongi who are actually my type if I wanted to "fantasise" as being a BTS fs . We don't even know if they will ever marry at all. So why JK? I am not someone to fall for all that grandiose.

I don't watch his lives nor his videos nor his interviews. Out of all the lives he has done I have seen maybe one ? Still you say I am obsessed with him. Tell me how?

Aww he is so good looking he sings so good he is good at everything, he is the heartthrob of millions of girls. Let me make him my fs. So that I get some leverage. U think this is the case for me?

Why would I want him as my fs. Is it money? I would rather use mine. I would only want things which I can afford. So pls. Is it the status he holds in society? Again no it is not it. Is it the looks, nope. I am sorry. Also pls don't ever fall for looks guys. It is not everything.

Do I spend hours looking at his photos or videos? again nope. Still there is some undeniable pull. I can't explain. Pls don't start picking me on it. I beg you.

I can't say if I have a connection to him unless I meet him right? I repeat I did not talk like yeah I am his tf what about it. I just wanted to write there (on YouTube) as a warning to other girls who might be having similar experiences to be wary of what they are experiencing and to be mindful and now I am a wanna be??

I don't care if the whole world is against me. If I am truthful to myself it is enough. To people still nitpicking on me I have nothing to say. Pls stop trying to portray someone as this and this when you don't actually know them in person. It is easier to point a finger.

On an ending note I will write a poem here

Can I love you?

Not for what you are;

Not for what you were;

Not for what you are going to be;

Can I love you

For just being you?

Oh! Let us rest for some time,

Letting go of all this chase,

On my mind all day;

Can't free myself from you,

You are the drug that keeps me high;

Baby you are my fantasy,

I am too drunk on your love.

It is a lame poem but I wanted to end this post on a good note. Bye!!

Why do you feel such a need to justify yourself anon ? If you wanted to talk privately with me i can answer not anonymous asks privately and my DMs are open.

The reason why people on the blog currently act about you as if you were a wannabe is because according to all the information you have given them anon, you are one. YOU are the one burying yourself deeper and deeper in your justifications. It would have been enough to just read my PSA silently. If you felt targeted that is between you and your conscience. If you are the person I think you are, i told you specifically what behaviors you had and why they would put you in danger. You chose to act dodgy again, not my problem. You chose to come here multiple times, to justify yourself for no reason, to expect emotional labor from strangers.

Im gonna repeat myself again, but i dont give a shit about what you think or dont think yourself as.I dont give a shit wether you are more attracted to jungkook or yoongi or namjoon. I DONT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK ABOUT YOUR YOUTUBE HISTORY EITHER.

What i care about is your actions. And what you did, anon, is repeatedly come into my asks box bc you felt targeted and wanted to justify yourseld repeatedly for things no one accused you of but your conscience. And if you are the person i think you are, your actions are trying to create "hints" inviting people to think you are jks fs, or at least a bts fs. Repeatedly. I warned you of the risk to be harassed or bullied, of falling into spiritual psychosis or obsession. All the cards are in your hands now.

I will not take this matter publicly anymore. You either come talk privately in my dms or I block you, but I will not play this public,guilty telephone game anymore.

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long-distance-love · 1 year

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Sorry if this has already been asked but what was it like the first time you met in person? Were you nervous? Any advice on that first in-person meeting?

Hi Nonny!

No worries, you can always ask whatever! If something has exactly been answered before, I'll just link the post to you. 💕 I've mentioned it a few times I believe, but haven't talked exclusively about it. So here it is.

(As for proper advice on first face-to-face meeting, I think you can nitpick a few crumbs from this post.)

Also, since this post turned really long, I've tucked the rest under the cut. 💕

Our situation is a bit different, because we've known each other from before. We were high school sweethearts before Benny moved abroad with his family, then we fell out of touch. Many years later we reconnected despite the distance, and fell in love (again). I knew what to expect from him, but I also didn't.

So was I nervous still? Of course. I was so nervous I was shaking when his airport shuttle took him to the station where we agreed to meet. I was so nervous I barely slept at all the night before. Benny and I have essentially changed so much, we became different people. Seeing him again after all these years was like meeting someone for the first time. It's both strange and somehow insanely natural to meet your long distance partner physically. Everything is new and exciting when touch and warmth and closeness starts playing a part in the already established emotional connection. It's a bliss, but also it's very important to establish boundaries before to make sure meeting goes smoothly. For instance, we've both agreed that kissing is okay, so it was really romantic when we met for the first time and we shared our (second) first kiss. 💕

As for the practicalities, we've figured out everything together according to our needs. We compromised where we could. He stayed with me for the first time, a visit our families and friends were well-aware of. We met in a public place before going back to mine. Personally, I didn't focus more on safety because - like I've said before - I knew Benny and I trusted him fully. But I would have probably wanted things to be more secure if I had never met him before, and I'm not sure I would have let him stay with me right off the bat. I would have preferred him to stay at a hotel and to gradually let him in, or maybe I'd have invited him to stay with me at my family home where I'm not alone. Realistically speaking, meeting for the first time is still very heavily in the "dating phase" imo, so taking it slow is always something to carefully consider. (It's highly improbable, but you don't want to discover something dark about someone you met over the internet when it's too late. Better safe than sorry, and all that.)

But yeah, meeting for the first time is wonderful and magical, and if you and your partner are considering this, then more power to you, and I hope it'll turn out just like you always wanted. 💕

- Danny

#danny loves #benny & danny asks #relationship #couples in love #long distance relationship #long distance couple #long distance problems #long distance love #long distance call #long distance relationship advice #relationship advice #relationship asks #anonymous

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kaelio · 1 year

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to be clear, sometimes TVC Posts come from convos with @thecactifindahome (who knows these books way better than I do). enjoy this chatlog, if you Dare! :

kaelio: no one needs this many friends!

thecactifindahome: There's also that guy Gundesanth, whose nickname of Santh is too close to Chrysanthe and Seth, who seemed like he was being set up as a villain (cool!) but then he shows up and he's just like "Hi!" and that's it

kaelio: The one thing, and I did make a post about it but I MEAN it, that does drive me up a wall is the similar-sounding names. I know there are a lot of characters and it will happen but...?? sometimes I'm like oh come onnnn.

But if anyone had ever said that to her she'd have given two characters the same name. I know it.

thecactifindahome: Yeah, or go the Tolkien route where everyone starts taking multiple names. Oh god, yeah, they'd all start adding their maker's names to their own and claim that was always a thing, they just never brought it up

kaelio: omg like icelandic people or whatever

"I have a letter for *squints* Lestat Magnusson?" "Please, call me Lestat Magnusson-Benedictson"

"as we have long been doing"

thecactifindahome: Lestat Magnusson fils Benedict MacRhoshamandes ibn Akasha de Lioncourt, you were named after literally everyone

kaelio: he explains this to fledglings *after* he makes them, just in case

"I have to take your name??" "well. mine and a few others"

thecactifindahome: "It's fine, you can still fit your signature onto a single line if you use abbreviations”

kaelio: everyone's going around writing shit like "Doris MIIIVILIMM" and all the Roman-era vampires, of which there are apparently 549 now, are getting headaches and start calling everyone 'Doris Five Thousand"

thecactifindahome: Doris Five Thousand is a great name, fortunately

kaelio: Lestat DOES also strike me as someone who would be constantly making up new rules and then vacating them

so in that respect maybe a great leader for immortals

keeps people on their toes and engaged

thecactifindahome: Defining 'evildoer' is the perpetual stew of the entire government, the debate can reliably drive every single person into a vibrant, screaming rage as everyone nitpicks everyone else's diet

kaelio: Omg dietary fights. They've gone full California mom

Especially rules for fledging... sire rights....

"My fledglings NEED children or they won't have strong bones!!"

thecactifindahome: Everyone hates that guy trying to raise his fledglings on animals. What a fucking asshole.

thecactifindahome: Omg Armand is the babytarian parent

thecactifindahome: The Roman vampires all agree that disrespecting your head of household definitely qualifies you as an evildoer

kaelio: There are other vampires who are like "eating kids is fine because if they haven't passed (adulthood ritual) they're not even people 👍"

kaelio: Meanwhile other vampires are like "old folks homes are buffets pretty much" and people from other cultures find that absolutely abhorrent... not tribal elders!

kaelio: At some point someone mentions if they'd used Akasha standards there'd be so much food because it's just whatever men ("oh how I miss Akasha, things were simpler then" ok thanks Boinky the Previously Unmentioned Ancient)

thecactifindahome: At best the vampire government ends up in a Protestant schism thing where there are dozens of dissenting branches

kaelio: each made up of like 8 vampires. they just recreate the coven system but with modern language

thecactifindahome: Yes! The natural order is restored and everyone sleeps peacefully with the new status quo. RIP Santino, you would have loved having a secular cult

kaelio: oh no. it shakes out into Brands

Armand is like, we're the Versace vampires. no one else gets to wear it. and don't any of you Armani fucks come around here

thecactifindahome: Hahaha, now that you mention it it's amazing that didn’t happen already

kaelio: the "I'm a PC and I'm a Mac" ads with armand and lestat

thecactifindahome: Lestat does only ever mention Apple devices!

kaelio: armand has big overclocked tower PC vibes imho

thecactifindahome: Stupid amount of monitors, obsessively replacing the components with new and better ones, yeah that checks out

kaelio: meanwhile lestat is like "I like this one because when it doesn't recognize my face, i take it to the store and some nice-looking young man makes eyes at me while he explains the concept of the four-digit passcode"

thecactifindahome: Lestat as one of those guys who mistakes customer service voice for attraction; many times he's right but sometimes he tragically isn't

kaelio: there's a big fight in the back of the apple store about banning him because 33% of the employees are being majorly sexually harassed and the other 67% are getting their backs blown out

kaelio: louis is a coffeeshop hipster with one of those electronic typewriters

thecactifindahome: He even has the hot beverage he isn't drinking

kaelio: they'd kick him out but he's so glamorously useless

thecactifindahome: re: Lestat, some poor bastard has to murder to live because he didn't charge a service fee for replacing a cracked screen

thecactifindahome: Lestat mentions buying new devices every time he loses/forgets how to use one, so yeah they are making BANK off this guy, plus yeah he is very hot

kaelio: oh my god lmao

kaelio: half the employees at the apple store pushing to the front when the french bimbo rolls up, including most definitely karl, the 55-year-old manager who feels a swell of delight every time lestat calls him "young man"

kaelio: meanwhile gabrielle keeps lying about having her pager (dropped into bering sea)

thecactifindahome: There's somehow never a shred of irony in his voice, and he's impressed when you figure out the problem in under five minutes (phone ran out of charge)

kaelio: "your phone ran out of charge" "oh ok just get me a new one"

thecactifindahome: "We can get you a new charger?" "My iPad and Mac already have wires, I'm afraid I can't keep track of a third. A new iPhone, if you will"

kaelio: He just comes back every week with a little bag full of used up iPhones

thecactifindahome: Karl is going to be the only retail manager who retires comfortably at age 57

kaelio: I think he delays that retirement because every week he awakens in a slightly physically weak but dreamlike haze and it only seems to happen when he's been exceeding his sales marks

thecactifindahome: Armand finds out that Lestat has his own devoted retail workers who are like that without mind control he doesn't even own/employ them and he has to be bodily dragged inside before sunrise

kaelio: Hahahaha

And every time they enter a store together everyone makes a beeline to help Lestat because it's just the way of the world

thecactifindahome: To be fair, an Armand who has taken an interest in building PCs causes an appropriate instinctive prey response in an Apple store employee, they are absolutely correct not to look him at the eye or make sudden movements

kaelio: That is absolutely true. Also he has a literally impossible number of posts per hour during the windows he is making posts on r/pcbuild or whatever, everyone's subtly afraid of this person who can apparently type 400 words per minute and knows exactly how the owners of Alienware died

thecactifindahome: One particularly stubborn critic claims he was dragged out of bed by the ankle one night and shouted at for several hours, locked in a cage, then freed by some kind of child mobster/pickup artist, and everyone makes fun of his lame attempt at a creepypasta

kaelio: As an aside, I do think that he has been banned from a number of Xbox live games for being assumed to use an aimbot

thecactifindahome: Definitely, it's probably a whole Thing among recent/nerd vampires

kaelio: Armand still loses it if you mention StarCraft

thecactifindahome: Lestat, half listening, assumes it's some kind of beef involving SpaceX

kaelio: I think the vampires will have to agree that they are restricted to essentially turn based strategy

That's in the constitution

thecactifindahome: One of the constitutions. The Evrardite Republic declares it's only a problem if you don't adjust your mouse settings to mimic human reflexes, you plebs

kaelio: The devs don't realize this but vampires are the ultimate whales for shitty phone games

Lestat completely dominates like Fantasy Tower Defense or whatever because he happily poured like $60k into it

He thinks that this is a bargain, because it was far less expensive than his real castle

thecactifindahome: Lmao oh my god

thecactifindahome: That's actually a cheering thought, it's fine that player paid 5k to complete the mermaid outfit, she’s a thousand years old and doesn't pay for food!

kaelio: At some point Maharet gives up on the Great Family and just plays Flight Rising

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seeingteacupsindragons · 2 years

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Tips for giving writing advice to someone with poor self esteem? A friend of mine wants writing advice and help editing their writing, but they've always been compared to others by people close to them and they feel that their writing is inferior as a result. They've said that they would appreciate honesty, and I'm willing to point out areas that need improving, but how do I make sure I don't accidentally drop their self esteem further?

This is something I find really hard, honestly.

As, uh, everyone who's been in contact with me for more than five minutes has probably noticed, I'm a very honest, straightforward, blunt person. And I compliment and love things in equal measure to how critical I can be (maybe even more). This works really well for some people: they know I'll be honest with them, they know they can trust me, and they know that when I say something is good, I mean that.

But it also means I'm often not the person to build people up when they're down. I'm the worst at alpha reads and positivity passes. I can honestly love your writing and believe in you as a writer, but unless it's fairly polished, I have to very carefully restrict myself from giving a lot of feedback.

People usually get used to it my Ways after a while, but there's a lot of people I just don't vibe with well because of it, and I suspect your friend is not someone who would want me to edit their stuff.

But I also remember being a young writer and having my dad find a story I was writing with a friend at that time (I was around 8th grade at the time, maybe high school), and he poked fun at the names (the names were bad), poked fun at the dialogue, poked fun at the plot, and it hurt so much. So much I never would've considered letting him read anything else I wrote.

But I still eagerly shared it with friends hoping for critique and feedback. So if your feedback is still trusted by this friend, that's awesome!

So here are some things I might try with your friend, with the caveat that it might not work:

If they've been compared a lot to other writers, don't ever do that. Not in a good way, not in a bad way. There's always ways to give feedback and compliments without comparing it to something else. Tell them what was really effective to you and what hit you very emotionally, but don't say it was like some other writing. Just tell them how you reacted to their writing.

Try not to nitpick. Yes, I'm a horrible nitpick. I will nitpick tiny details and grammar and awkward language. But it's very likely that's not the kind of feedback your friend needs. They might need bigger-picture comments

Try to "live-read"a little. Leave your thoughts as you experienced them. Good, bad, and neutral. Your friend probably really, really wants more than anything to know how the story hit people and what they thought of it in specific details, rather than trying to offer them help or critique or "fix this specific thing."

Basically, try to let your friend know what kind of story they succeeded in writing without trying to tell them too much what they should do or how they should do it. They need to feedback and validation for what they're doing, but offering suggestions can feel very controlling unless they ask for them. But be open to discussing those, too, after!

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This Time It's Real

5/5 stars

I AM SCREAMING. I AM SCREAMINGGGGGG.

You know, I’ve always thought the fourteen-year-old romantic I used to be was dead? But maybe… it isn’t?? How is it that this cute little YA made me feel a gazillion more things than most adult romances?

Ann Liang, I love you so much. I’m officially a hardcore fan now after I read If You Could See The Sun (which I reviewed) and this book. And there’s another book of hers coming next year (I weep! I WEEP! Why are all the books I’m looking forward to only out next year?) which I will DEFINITELY be reading. I am so excited.

This book. This book. I am incoherent. I am squealing. And this is coming from a person who hates the fake dating trope, and YET. There is definitely an exception to every rule. Maybe it’s because Ann Liang writes her stories in Beijing, with a Chinese cast and setting (I love the personal rep). Or maybe it’s because Caz, AKA the male lead, is soooooo cute. Oh my gosh. CAZ.

Okay. Okay. Let me get my thoughts together before I spiral. The premise is simple: two Chinese high-schoolers, one an aspiring writer, the other a teenage heartthrob actor, fake-dating. I have to say that Eliza's reasons for needing to fake-date sound very valid, but I wasn't convinced by Caz's. All he gets out of it is… Eliza writing his college applications? There's also another reason—him cleaning up his image because of this "scandal"... which never gets touched upon again later in the story, so I don't count that.

But whatever. I didn't dwell too much on it, because there are so many things I loved:

Caz trying to make Eliza jealous (LMAO) by going into lurid detail about his kiss scene with a girl and getting disappointed when she doesn't seem to care

Caz getting worked up over a pimple and not going to school

Caz being a vain little shit, period

Caz telling Eliza that he wanted her (for real, and not pretend), point-blank. T_T

Caz helping Eliza find her friendship bracelet

Eliza trying to jog and getting outrun by an old man

Eliza and her PowerPoint Presentation.

Eliza and Zoe. PLATONIC BREAKUPS ARE HARD, IN A WAY HARDER THAN FALLING OUT WITH CAZ. THIS PARAGRAPH GOT ME:

What Eliza's dad said about girls in romance dramas because it is SO TRUE (for the non-Chinese folk out there, 'jiayou' means to 'keep fighting/going'):

My main complaint about this book is really how it ended. I think that Ann Liang ends her books in a really abrupt way, to the point where I don’t feel I got enough closure. The story just concluded about a chapter after Eliza agreed to be with Caz for real, and then… the end. Listen, I think that the build-up is always the highlight of a romance, but I still would have liked for a bit more closure. At least let me see them on one real, proper date before ending the book!

(Since I'm on the topic of complaints—this one isn't from me, but from some reviewers: they say that Caz isn’t very different from Henry from If You Could See The Sun but I don’t agree? Henry isn’t anywhere as vain as Caz, and he is definitely academically more brilliant than Caz, lol. I thought they were notably different, and I was quite surprised by it. I actually found Caz somewhat more immature... but I adored him just as much as Henry.)

One final mini-complaint of mine before I wrap up this entry: I don’t think that Eliza’s hangup about being with Caz is ever truly addressed. She frets that, yes, Caz may love her now, but they’ll grow apart like she did with Zoe because she’s always on the road (and he is, too). In the end, she changes her thinking to: yeah, maybe I was just afraid all along that he really never did love me but now I’m sure he does. To me, that’s two completely different concerns, and the first still isn’t solved.

But of course, this is just me nitpicking, and I can shut one eye about it because the rest of the book was just so, so lovely. If I were to nitpick further, I'd say boys like Caz really do not exist (re: young heartthrobs who are so swoony both inside and outside) but the fiction is fictioning, and that's how I LIKE IT.

And you best believe I will be eyeing Ann Liang’s next book when it’s out. In the meantime, I just need to make sure I make it till 2024.

- 19 Aug 2023

#book review #romance books #this time it's real #ann liang #romance

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adobe-outdesign · 2 years

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What dyou think rolycoly line? Im still upset coalossal isnt a damm train :”(

Rolycoly (perfect name) is honestly just great all around; just a giant hunk of coal with a single eye and wheel that it uses to move around. We don't actually have a lot of wheeled Pokemon (in fact, I don't think we have any others? unless Whirlipede counts), so this is a fun way to approach things.

Visually speaking, it also looks quite nice, with a two-color palette and a simple design. The orange eye pops really nicely against the grey body as well.

Really, the only complaint I have visually is that I feel like the wheel could've been just a hair lower down, as it's easy to miss and kind of blends into the rest of the body. That's a nitpick, however. Overall, it's a really solid start.

I can't decide if I love Carkol's face or hate it. On the one hand, it's got an almost deranged expression that kind of endears me to it; but on the other hand, it's weirdly distorted, like someone took the smudge tool to it in Photoshop. I also question it gaining two eyes; it feels like it should've kept the singular one, both because it's unique but also because that would make it look more like a mine cart (with the eye being the headlight). And if you really wanted to give it regular eyes, at least make them orange like the mouth.

Face aside, Carkol is decent for what it is. I like how the legs can function as both wheels and legs depending on what it chooses to do with them, and the mine cart idea isn't bad.

However, I do feel like the coat is integrated a bit oddly. It's just kind of stacked on top of the body and partially encapsulates the head in a way that just doesn't feel natural. Maybe if the body had more of a dip in the middle or even if the coals weren't piled as high as they are it would work a bit better.

I think Coalossal's proof that people only think so many Gen 1 designs are good because of nostalgia, because Coalossal is textbook Gen 1 and yet still gets a lot of criticism. Kaiju-esq bipedal thing? Check. Triangle Sugimori-style eyes? Check. Random third evolution that doesn't quite feel like it matches the rest of the line? Check. All it's missing is cat ears and/or a horn.

And that's kind of the thing. Like, on the one hand I like it because it is a classic kaiju-mon, and I really like those designs. And it's not a bad design in that respect, with some huge shoulder spikes and a massive, chunky body.

But on the other hand, it's really, really generic. The wheels are completely gone at this point and the singular eye has been gone, and those were Rolycoly's two most unique features. The only ting that really connects it back to its pre-evos is the lump of coals on the back, which looks... well, rather tacked on. As in, you could remove that lump and not loose anything (in fact, it would look better without it), which isn't good when it's the central theme of the design.

While I hear a lot of people wishing it was a train, I don't think it going in a less linear direction and being a kaiju is inherently bad either. It's just more that it doesn't do anything interesting. Have black smoke rising from those shoulder spikes, have ventilation marks on the stomach, have the stomach be a partially-open hatch full of coals, keep the wheels (a wheeled kaiju sounds awesome tbh), just something! And if you're not going to do something that interesting, at least give us a train instead.

While I have some issues with the g-max form that I'll get to in a minute, I gotta say that honestly? This looks a lot better than the actual final evo, at least in the sense that it's way more connected to the coal theme and has a more interesting design, being based off a furnace and even having the stomach vents like I suggested above. I kind of wish this was just the final evo, especially considering it'll go away in future gens when the g-maxes are inevitably scapped and we're left with only the original line.

With that said though, it's not perfect. First, those super spiky, crystalline (???) shoulders look out of place and are bizarrely thin and spiky in an otherwise chunky design.

Secondly, there are all these random plates and greebling (yes that is a real word, look it up) all over the body that just distract from the furnace thing and make it busier than it needs to be.

And thirdly, it took me a while to place what looked wrong about this thing's body to me, but I think it's the head. The coal obscures it, but the head is ridiculously tiny compared to the body, and the way the coal rises so far above it and over it creates the illusion that the head is in the middle of the body instead of the top, making it look even sillier.

So as a whole, Rolycoly's a wonderful design and Carkol's not bad, but Coalossal's just kind of generic and the g-max ist oo busy and has some wonky anatomy. With some retooling this could've been a fantastic line, but as is it's a strong start with an underwhelming finish.

#rolycoly #carkol #coalossal #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-Four [Pt. 1]

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I exhale, turning to look at Nikki where he's laying beside me, a sickly pale tone to his skin, his black hair tangled, his hand that is clinging to mine, covered in tracks, the same appearance as his other hand.

I can't help but wonder if I bathed him if he'd wake up. He reeks, and he's rough looking, only adding to my guilt.

Fred gave him a sleeping pill to ease him off of his coke high--he's been freebasing again, just cooking it up in the room's microwave.

I don't know what the hell to do about him.

I wish I did.

Turning over to face him, I brush his bangs out of his eyes, my fingertips lightly dusting over his cheeks, dark circles under his eyes.

They were supposed to play tonight, but said Nikki came down with the flu and added the show to the second round of U.S. tours lined up for early next year.

The Nikki I knew would have never put drugs over his music, his fans, and especially not his relationship.

But, the Nikki I knew also wouldn't have cheated on me…

It's been hard to accept the fact that the Nikki I fell in love with six years ago, isn't around anymore.

1981

I finish getting my church dress back on, grinning at Nikki as he gets his pants laced back up, the both of us glancing at each other in the back of my car.

"What's mommy and daddy gonna say when I send their girl back home all turned out?" He asks me, smugly, and I put my heels back on, scoffing.

"Gee, just come home with me and find out." I shrug.

"I'll pass." He mumbles, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Oh, c'mon, I'm sure they'd love you." I nudge him with my elbow.

"Your mom would piss her granny-panties." He argues, wrinkling his nose a little and I just blink at him.

"Maybe...but I'm pretty sure my dad would like you." I inform him.

"Like hell he does." He says to himself and I just let out a breath.

"So…" I say after a few seconds of silence and he nods a little, awkward tension filling the air around us.

"...Well." He lets out in the same tone.

"Good freaking night." I go to open the car door, irritated that he doesn't offer up to hangout and do stuff other than fool around, slamming the door shut.

"Hey, what's up?" He asks me, getting out next, standing by the driver's door, blocking my way.

"Nothing. I'll see you later." I mumble, nudging him out of my way, opening my door but he's quickly shutting it before I can.

"Viv, what's--"

"--I'm gonna start charging you to sleep with me." I state blatantly and his hazel eyes widen, a shit eating smirk on his lips as he chuckles out, "what?"

"You'd think since we have sex with each other so often it'd at least make us friends, but all you wanna do when we hangout is screw around and then go do whatever with the guys." I tell him. "And, no, this isn't me being a 'typical girl' and developing feelings for you just because we've had sex. It's me being tired of feeling like I'm just being used to get you off."

"I'm being used to get you off so it's a win-win, is it not?"

"You sound like Vince." I snap. "All that's happening is I screw you, you screw me, we leave, and don't talk until we're both horny again."

"Is that not how this works?"

"The least we can do is get food afterwards or something." I suggest.

"...Like a date?"

I gag at the thought.

"Ew, no." I tell him and he looks confused. "Like, um...I don't know. But since I don't hate you enough to not hook up with you, anymore, I think we could at least get to know who we're hooking up with a little better."

"Friends with benefits?" He clarifies.

"No, no, we're not friends." I point out and he let me get in my car.

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" He throws out and I nod. "Wear something pretty--we're going to McDonald's." He smugly smiles and I roll my eyes, holding back a laugh.

I'm shaking the memory away when there's a knock at the door and I slowly get out of bed, trying not to wake Nikki, slipping my hand from his as my feet hit the hotel carpet.

I open the door, seeing Mick.

"They wanted us to go ahead and start getting our stuff together to leave." He informs me. "Apparently Guns has some solo shows at some clubs nearby so they're staying behind and we'll back up with them tomorrow night." He informs me and I nod, smiling softly, before he lets out a small breath. "I know you're hurt, and you've got every right to be, but would it not make more sense to file for divorce before you move on, as opposed to moving on before you even really know if you're gonna leave or not?" He asks next, under his breath so Nikki has no way of hearing it.

"Ask your married girlfriend that before you come at me with it, Mick, alright?" I ask him neutrally, shutting the door in his face before stepping back to the bed, hesitant to wake Nikki up but doing it anyway so we won't be late.

I wasn't shocked when Mick let on that he knew about Duff and I because, like with me and Nikki, he just knew when something was up.

Looking back, Mick had a point, but at that time he was the last person I wanted to hear it from, because Emi wasn't estranged from her husband, or even on bad terms with him. She was just cheating for whatever reason while her husband stayed in the blissful dark. Mick was "the other woman" therefore he had no place to speak to me about my relationship with Duff.

"Nikki, get up, we gotta get packed." I gently shake him and he groans out.

"Baby, let me sleep." He mumbles, eyes squeezed closed, face scrunching slightly for a second.

"We gotta be in L.A. in seven hours, c'mon." I nudge at him again, and his red eyes open, disgruntled, taking a moment before sitting up.

"I did it again last night?" He asks me, rubbing the crust from his eyes as I slip my slippers on.

"Yep."

"Are they pissed?"

"They're worried." I inform him. "I'm worried, too." I add, stepping to the door.

"I'm fine." He says after me.

"Glad to hear it." I open the door, taking a moment to add, "and I'm not 'baby' to you anymore," before leaving.

I get to my room and get my things packed, being interrupted by a knock at the door.

When I get it open, Duff is on the other side, wearing nothing but his underwear.

"I think I left my necklace in here." He tells me and I step aside, watching him grab it from the bedside table before he turns to me and says, "so, you guys are leaving tonight?" He asks me.

"Yeah." I nod. "Gotta go watch Vince walk down the aisle."

He chuckles and I do, too, realizing how ironic the reality of it is.

"...Is, um...Nikki okay?" He cautiously questions.

"Yeah." I nod. "I'm sorry I didn't go back to your room last night, I just thought it'd be best if he eased off before I went to bed and then I accidentally fell asleep before I could leave so…"

"No, no, Viv, it's fine. You still care about him, even though he's shitty sometimes he's still the guy you've been with for the past six years. I'm not upset that you're making sure he's okay." He nods reassuringly.

Before I can say "okay", there's another knock at my door, and I step to it and open it, Tommy and Vince waiting for me.

"Ya ready?" Tommy asks, him and Vince both wearing sunglasses.

"Yeah." I reply, going to zip my suitcase, Tommy following in after me to grab it, taking a double take when he notices Duff.

"Hey, man."

"Hey." Duff replies, rubbing the back of his neck, before looking to Vince. "Vinnie, you ready to walk down that aisle?" He asks him with a smile.

"Yeah, just so Sharise will stop bitching about wedding details." He responds with a groan in his tone and Duff chuckles. "But her and Skylar are coming back with me for a honeymoon so just be on your best behavior--not that you aren't most times." He adds.

"Nah, I'll give Slash and Stevie the heads up, though." He assures him.

"Thanks, dude." Vince says back.

"Alright, see you when we get back." Tommy says, patting at Duff's shoulder.

"See ya." Duff says to them as they head out.

"I gotta pee and I'll be down." I lie.

Vince looks at me, oddly, with a small bit of hesitance before he shuts the door and I rub my lips and look at Duff, fumbling with my fingers.

"You're not breaking up with me already, are you?" He repeats what I asked him before and I smile and shake my head.

"No, no." I grab his hand and tug him closer to me and he kisses my hair, wrapping his arms around me, tightly, and I rest my cheek against his skin.

"Just have a safe flight, try not to kill anyone." He tells me and I nod.

"I love you." I tell him, looking up at him.

"I love you, too." He leans down and kisses me, pulling away too soon. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

"See you tomorrow night." I agree, taking a mental picture of his soft grin.

The next day was spent scrambling to keep everyone together--especially Nikki--because Sharise deserved one day to be with Vince without a fight...little did I know the only fight that would occur would be between Vince and I, and not him and Nikki, like I feared.

"Okay," I straighten her veil, examining her dress one last time as she hands me my bouquet, "you look beautiful, Sharise." I assure her and she continues nitpicking possible flaws in the mirror.

"I know we're already married so this is just a vow renewal or whatever but I'm nervous." She admits to me, fanning at herself a little.

"There's no reason to be." I tell her.

"Where's Sky?"

"With your parents."

"Where's Tansy?"

"Getting her dress on."

"Where's Nikki?"

"In the bathroom."

"In the bathroom or shooting up?"

"In the bathroom. Tommy's on smack watch."

"Okay." She lets out a breath, trying to calm down. "Vince...is he--"

"He's ready to walk when you are." As I say this, the door opens and Nikki and Tansy come in.

"Sharise, the wedding party's waiting for you." Tansy tells her a little shakily.

I think she's beginning to withdrawal.

"Alright. Okay." Sharise inhales and exhales.

"You got this." I promise her.

"You're right." She nods and I help her with her dress as she heads to the door.

Nikki, Tommy, Mick, and a couple other guys I've never met that are good friends of Sharise and Vince are wearing their tuxes with a hot pink sash, to match the bridesmaids knee length, hot pink dresses with black tull underlying the skirt.

We file into line, Nikki and getting in front of Sharise since she's appointed me with Matron of honor.

"You showered." I mumble to Nikki, impressed.

"Tommy threatened to spray me off with a water hose. I didn't feel like being cold." He mumbles and I scoff as the music starts, the doors opening to lead outside, where we have to walk down stone stairs to meet in a spacious courtyard.

"I'm getting war flashbacks." He says next once it's our turn to start walking.

"From our wedding, yeah, me freaking too." I reply in a hiss.

"I was gonna say from Tommy's wedding but sure." He scoffs bitterly.

"Just don't leave this one every fifteen minutes to slip into the bathroom and shoot up." I ignore his comment, the arm that my hand is looped through tenses up and I can feel him glaring at me through his sunglasses.

"Don't be a fucking bitch." He tells me as we step down the stairs and approach the guests, seeing Vince and the other groomsmen and bridesmaids waiting for us.

"Little late for that." I point out.

"And our wedding wasn't even that bad, Viv." He randomly cuts back to our initial back and forth and I fake a smile for the crowd, speaking through my teeth to reply, "Wish I could say the same for the months to follow it."

We separate at the alter, and I push my feelings aside when I look to see Sharise stepping down the stairs, looking stunning as ever.

When she gets down here, I'm straightening the back of her dress as she takes Vince's hands.

The ceremony doesn't take very long, and once the reception comes and all the pictures are done with being taken, I'm ready to get out of this dress--but it's not ready for me to get out of it.

I grind my teeth, dreading asking this bastard for help, but I know he's got his knife and the zipper of my dress is stuck.

"Nikki," I tap at his shoulder as he downs another glass of wine.

"What?" He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Can you help me get out of this dress?" I ask him and he suddenly bursts into laughter.

"I'd rather fuck a pot of boiling hot oil than fuck you." He tells me.

"No, asshole, I mean literally help me get this off because the zipper is stuck." I explain.

"Oh." He says, turning me to look at it. "Yeah, I guess." He stands up and I head to the bathroom as he pulls his pocket knife from his pocket.

Once we get to the bathroom, I'm pulling my arms from the sleeves the best I can before I look at him.

"Just go to sawing away here." I point to the seam that's three-fourths zipped.

He starts cutting at it, and it soon gets looser and looser to the point there should be plenty of room to finish pushing it down my hips...and I would if his hands weren't steadily holding at my bare sides, his eyes on my back as I look at him in the mirror and wait for him to snap back into reality.

He never does, and I'm forced to clear my throat to whisk the tension away.

"Um, I got it from here." I tell him, hinting that his hands on my skin aren't needed.

He just looks at me in the mirror and holds at them tighter, making me go to hit at the tops of his hands, only I realize this is one of the few moments he probably finds peace in because he can pretend, even for a second, that everything isn't screwed sideways.

I just rest my palms over his hands, making eye contact with him in the mirror, looking us over, and I smile sadly, realizing we won't ever be those people again.

After his moment is finished, he's gently patting my sides before taking a step back and putting his knife back into his pocket.

"Thanks, again." I say to him before he goes. "No problem." He mumbles, stepping out.

I rush back to the bridal suite to avoid being seen half naked, to change into a more comfortable dress.

As soon as I shut the door, I turn around and see Vince nursing a beer, and I jump.

"Jesus, Vince!" I snap at him, taking a deep breath and he rolls his eyes for a second. "What the hell are you doing here?" I ask him, peeling the dress down my legs, not caring that he's getting an eyeful of me in nothing but skimpy panties since he's seen me completely naked in the pictures of me that Nikki's shown off to him.

"Hiding from my in laws." He replies, taking another sip of beer.

"You're not supposed to be drinking." I remind him.

"Who's gonna tell them?" He asks me, raising his brows.

"Doesn't matter if the state doesn't know--God knows. That's who you'll have to answer to in the end."

"Oh-Oh, my fuck." He chuckles out, his tongue swiping the inside of his bottom lip.

"What? You think standing before God and being confronted with the fact you're still drinking after killing your friend in a drunk driving accident is funny?" I hiss at him.

"I think the bible warns against becoming a drunkard but doesn't it also say, "you must not commit adultery'?"

My heart pounds in my chest, my eyes wide, and he stands up from his spot on the fluffy parlor chair.

"So you can give me shit about killing Razzle and still drinking, but every time the sweat on Duff's back dries after he's done fucking you, it's just another nail being hammered into Nikki's coffin, once he finds out." He says, pointing at me with the hand holding at his bottle. "And that blood's gonna be on your hands." He adds. "Not mine."

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i am a simple woman, humbly requesting xiyao smut where lxc pins jgy to one of those Lan desks and fucks him like my man 100% wanted to do when they first met. no preference on top/bottom, idc what the sex acts are either, just some fun, steamy smut in a completely inappropriate place(no exhibitionism tho plz, it gives me 2nd hand embarrassment something fierce), but 100% no pressure for you to write this if you don't feel it and i hope you have a lovely day/week :)

thank you for this GEM, i had a blast writing it!!! since you didn’t have a preference, i had to go with botton lxc, especially with lxc holding jgy down, it just felt right, you know? hope you enjoy!

(angstprompt!anon can look for their submission in the next few days probably! meanwhile, my ask box is open for xiyao (or any combo of 3zun) and wangxian prompts, which could result in anything from a drabble to a short fic like this one turned out haha)

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Jin Guangyao arrived in Gusu much later than he’d intended--but Lan Xichen had invited him, and Jin Guangyao had so dearly wanted to come that he figured arriving late was better than not arriving at all. Nearly a month ago, Lan Xichen had given him a jade token that allowed him free passage through the barrier surrounding the Cloud Recesses, a gift that Jin Guangyao had appreciated very much, knowing how rare and special it was for Lan Xichen to be granting it to someone who was not a member of the Lan Sect. It had taken far longer than he would have liked to find time in his schedule to come visit, but he was finally here.

He made it inside the barrier just minutes before the Lan Sect’s strictly imposed curfew and was quickly escorted to the Hanshi... and the moment Lan Xichen’s dark eyes fell upon him, they lit up with warmth and delight, the smile on his lips becoming quickly more sincere than polite. He welcomed Jin Guangyao inside the room almost at once, greeting him in a way that hid none of his precious excitement at having Jin Guangyao there.

They chatted for a few moments, before Lan Xichen suggested, “It’s been so long since you’ve been in the Cloud Recesses, A-Yao. Would you like to take a walk around the grounds?”

There was a particular sort of mirth dancing in his eyes, a look that Jin Guangyao couldn’t quite put his finger on... but one he had no intention of questioning. He teased faintly, “But what about curfew, Er-Ge? Isn’t it past the time that disciples and guests are allowed outside?”

Lan Xichen just grinned a bit more playfully and countered, “A good thing you’ll be with the Sect Leader then, isn’t it?”

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They stood to head out--though once they were in the yard, Lan Xichen paused suddenly, asking Jin Guangyao to wait for him a moment while he headed back inside, which Jin Guangyao found to be another oddity, though he was frankly too intrigued by Lan Xichen’s unexpected behavior to want to draw attention to the fact that he had noticed it. Whatever Lan Xichen had in mind, Jin Guangyao trusted it to be something he would enjoy.

As it was past curfew, the grounds of the Cloud Recesses were quite empty. Twilight was upon them, the last few rays of the sun sinking down behind the horizon and giving way to the overhead blanket of stars in the night sky. The moon wasn’t full, but it was close, and both the Cloud Recesses and Lan Xichen himself were gorgeous in the silver glow of the moonlight.

Due to their solitude, they didn’t fear walking close together, shoulders brushing as they strolled in companionable silence, glancing at one another from time to time as they passed by the buildings where the junior disciples slept, through the gardens, over to the library, and then finally back around to the Lanshi... where Lan Xichen paused, glancing around in a way that was the opposite of surreptitious, before he took Jin Guangyao by the hand and led him inside.

Jin Guangyao was usually one to try to figure out someone’s intentions before they could ever come to fruition. He usually hated not knowing what others had in mind, what they planned to do, especially where he was concerned... but, strangely, it wasn’t the same at all with Lan Xichen. Beyond knowing that Lan Xichen had intentions... Jin Guangyao couldn’t honestly say he knew what they were and hadn’t been at all bothered about finding out. It was exhilarating in a way, to trust Lan Xichen so deeply that he didn’t need to anticipate what his every move would be, didn’t need to nitpick everything he did or said to figure out each move he would ever make...

All he needed was the deep rooted knowledge that Lan Xichen adored him and would never do anything to hurt him.

It was dark inside the Lanshi as Lan Xichen shut the door behind them, with just enough moonlight slipping in through the screened windows that Jin Guangyao could still faintly make out Lan Xichen’s features, at least enough to see a bit of silver light in his eyes and the smile on his lips--before he leaned down to press their lips together, of course.

His hand moved to cradle Jin Guangyao’s face as Jin Guangyao’s hands moved naturally for Lan Xichen’s waist, their bodies gravitating naturally closer to one another as they kissed in the darkened classroom, breaking apart after a long minute as their foreheads pressed together, hovering close enough that Jin Guangyao could feel Lan Xichen’s semi-heated exhales against his lips.

“This is the first place we met,” Lan Xichen said. His volume was hardly more than that of a whisper, but in the absolute silence inside of the Lanshi, the words couldn’t have possibly been clearer. “Do you remember?”

Jin Guangyao felt the grin stretching across his lips as his thumb smoothed over the fabric of Lan Xichen’s robes. “Considering how close I came to death that day, how could I possibly forget?” he replied, giving Lan Xichen’s waist a playful squeeze. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Did I?” Lan Xichen huffed out a breath of laughter, pecking Jin Guangyao’s lips almost apologetically, “How so?”

“Mm, well, I was hardly more than a humble servant who had heard many stories of the noble Lan Sect, the disciples of which loved cleanliness, and wouldn’t dare touch others unless it was absolutely necessary,” Jin Guangyao recounted fondly. “Then, while I’m assisting my young master with presenting our Sect’s offering, I’m expecting to hand our gift over to some helpful disciple... when instead I am approached by none other than the sect leader himself, a young man so fantastically handsome that even the wildest rumors cannot overstate his beauty and grace.”

“A-Yao,” Lan Xichen protested with an almost-shy laugh, a sound that gave away the color on his cheeks that was otherwise unknowable in the dark room.

“And then,” Jin Guangyao continued on heedlessly, spinning his fanciful account together with a playful grin, “this stunningly gorgeous sect leader not only lavishes me with the most sincere flattery this lowly attendant could have imagined, but proceeds to brush his hands against mine--not once, but twice! Once, maybe, can be counted as an accident, no matter how intentionally those fingers seemed to slide across my hand, but then it happened again as the offering was taken from my hands! Imagine my shock as a meager assistant to be touched so deliberately by this elegant and comely young cultivator who I was led to believe would only touch others in the most dire of circumstances!”

Lan Xichen’s soft and flustered laugh was now shaking in his chest, enough for Jin Guangyao to feel it against his own chest with their bodies flush the way they were.

“Er-Ge, all I’m saying is that we’re both quite lucky I didn’t faint at that very moment!” Jin Guangyao said with faux insistence.

“Ah, but then I would have had an excuse to catch you,” Lan Xichen lamented cleverly.

Jin Guangyao was caught off guard by a faint hitch of his own laughter, before declaring, “Then I would have certainly passed from this world to the next! Though...” he trailed off as he pressed his lips again to Lan Xichen’s, “I can’t say that dying in your arms wouldn’t have been the ideal way to go.”

Lan Xichen let out a harder puff of laughter through his nose as their mouths pressed together, somewhat uncoordinated in their shared humor. Their grip on one another grew a bit tighter as they both smiled into the kiss and teasingly tasted one another’s mouths.

“Well,” Lan Xichen finally broke the kiss to speak up, “if that was enough to nearly kill you, then it was likely for the best you left as soon as you did. I was disappointed at the time... but if you’d stayed, you might have discovered my imagination had run quite a bit deeper than simply touching your hand.”

“Er-Ge!” Jin Guangyao gasped dramatically--genuinely surprised, but certainly exaggerating his reaction, “Are you saying you had impure thoughts about me back then?”

Lan Xichen shook with another quiet laugh as he leaned in to kiss Jin Guangyao again before replying, “So impure I found the need to retreat to the cold springs soon after you’d left.”

“Oh, really?” Jin Guangyao asked. For as much as he was playing up his responses, he was genuinely intrigued. He’d never realized that Lan Xichen had thought about him like that so very long ago. “And what exactly were these impure thoughts? Humble servant Meng Yao couldn’t have handled them, but Chief Cultivator Jin Guangyao is quite curious.”

“Ah... I’m not sure words would quite do them justice, honestly,” Lan Xichen said with a touch of wistful disappointment, before his voice took on a tone that was as equally playful, but in a very different way. “Perhaps... a demonstration is in order.”

Oh. Jin Guangyao's pulse fluttered and he had a feeling he’d suddenly stumbled upon Lan Xichen’s reason for bringing him out here in the first place.

“A demonstration would be acceptable,” Jin Guangyao replied, his lips brushing Lan Xichen’s teasingly, anticipation building now, his heart beating a little faster. “Would it be wrong to assume our location plays a part in this demonstration?”

“As a matter of fact...” Lan Xichen trailed off playfully, then leaned down to kiss him, and as he started to walked Jin Guangyao backwards, Jin Guangyao followed easily, right up until the back of his knees bumped gently into one of the desks arranged neatly in the room--at which point, Lan Xichen dropped quickly to his knees in front of him, aiming an appeased smile up at him as his hands made quick work of the sash holding Jin Guangyao’s robes in place. They slipped inside as soon as they could, locking onto his hips and giving them a gentle tug; Jin Guangyao gave in to Lan Xichen’s strength, letting himself get pulled down as his ass landed firmly on the sturdy wooden desk behind him.

If Jin Guangyao had to guess, based simply on how little time Lan Xichen was wasting, this fantasy was something he found quite pressing. Jin Guangyao hadn’t even found time to get hard yet as Lan Xichen was working his pants loose and reaching inside to free him, his hand giving Jin Guangyao’s cock a few eager strokes that quickly helped it twitch to life.

Jin Guangyao’s breathing picked up as quick as his arousal came on, legs spreading to let Lan Xichen get his body between them as he was using his own free hand to open his robes; as soon as Jin Guangyao’s cock was half-hard though, Lan Xichen’s focus was pulled from his task as his mouth quickly descended on Jin Guangyao.

Jin Guangyao’s breath hitched as Lan Xichen didn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around it. He sucked on the head, his tongue swirling around it, lapping eagerly across it, so sudden and hot that Jin Guangyao couldn't help the low moan that rolled out of him. His hands automatically reached for Lan Xichen’s hair, pushing his fingers into it and messing up the neat strands of it almost immediately, though it wasn’t something he could regret; he loved it when Lan Xichen came undone for him, when he sacrificed any amount of his neat appearance in favor of giving in to their shared desire for one another, particularly on the rare occasion when he took charge like this, eagerly taking whatever he wanted--something Jin Guangyao would allow only from Lan Xichen.

In the heat of Lan Xichen’s mouth, it took hardly any time at all before Jin Guangyao was hard, his breaths huffing faintly as his finger tightened and released their grip on Lan Xichen’s hair, fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp in a way that had Lan Xichen humming around his cock, only heightening the arousal buzzing through him.

Clear thought only flooded back to him the moment after Lan Xichen’s mouth and hand pulled back from his cock. The situation was certainly something to wrap his mind around--he hadn’t been in the Lanshi in so many years, but he last remembered it full of students, quiet and serious. Now, his first time back in the Cloud Recesses in so long and his first time back in the Lanshi in even longer, he suddenly found himself in quite the position.

His eyes were fastened on Lan Xichen as he opened his robes, shoved down his pants, and as he reached into his sleeve to produce a bottle of oil, which told Jin Guangyao everything he needed to know about how much Lan Xichen had planned for this to happen.

It was nearly hypnotizing to watch Lan Xichen for a moment, slicking his fingers quickly and liberally. Jin Guangyao’s gaze followed them as Lan Xichen reached behind himself, seeming to shudder as his fingers slid between his cheeks--the expression on his face was heavenly, lips parted as his breath shuddered, brows knitted ever so slightly in a way that told Jin Guangyao he’d skipped over using a single finger and had jumped right in with two. Tragically, Jin Guangyao couldn’t see the stretch of Lan Xichen’s rim as he started to finger himself, but from his vantage point he could easily watch the rocking motion of Lan Xichen’s hand working behind him, and that was more than enough.

Lan Xichen didn’t leave him just to watch though. After just a moment, he leaned back in, his free hand moving once more to Jin Guangyao’s cock, holding it in place as his lips wrapped around it again.

The show was enough to leave Jin Guangyao dizzy. He leaned back a little, hands gripping the desk behind him to support himself as he watched in awe: Lan Xichen’s mouth bobbing faintly around his cock as Lan Xichen’s hand seemed to move in tandem behind him. That motion only paused after a moment for what Jin Guangyao figured was a chance to press in a third finger, an action that elicited a sharper moan from Lan Xichen's throat that vibrated lightly around the head of his cock as Lan Xichen took it deeper into his mouth.

Jin Guangyao moaned deeper, his fingers tightening in a telling way on Lan Xichen’s hair--and Lan Xichen seemed to get the message, as he pulled his lips slowly back from Jin Guangyao’s cock, sitting up a little as he seemed to work his fingers quicker inside, leaning back a little as if straining with the effort to get them in deeper, though all it really did was allow Lan Xichen robes to fall away from his chest, treating Jin Guangyao with a glimpse of his dusky pink nipples, just making the scene set in the Lan Sect classroom even more erotic.

By the time Lan Xichen pulled his fingers out of himself, seemingly deciding he was open enough, he sat panting and whimpering ever so faintly for a few seconds, as if he’d scattered his own thoughts by doing such a thing so on display for Jin Guangyao. Unable to help himself, Jin Guangyao leaned forward to capture Lan Xichen’s lips quickly, to take advantage and dip his tongue deep between his parted lips, Lan Xichen letting out another shuddery moan around his tongue as he kissed him back fervently, his body leaning further and further into Jin Guangyao’s space.

As he felt Lan Xichen starting to push him backwards, across the length of the desk, Jin Guangyao went down easily enough, a true testament to the depth of his trust for Lan Xichen. His upper body fit near perfectly across the length of it from ass to head, just barely reached the edges, as if the surface was nearly made for him to lie on like this--or, more likely, as if Lan Xichen had imagined this enough time to know Jin Guangyao would fit on the desk like this, and wasn’t that an erotic thought?

Again, Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but note how impatient Lan Xichen seemed to be, as he seemed to only bother to remove his pants from one leg--all he needed to lift himself up and properly straddle Jin Guangyao over the desk, reaching for Jin Guangyao’s cock, lining it up with his entrance, and then lowering himself in a motion that was at least somewhat practiced at this point. Jin Guangyao’s hands quickly reached for Lan Xichen’s thigh, gripping onto him as the overwhelming heat of his body sunk down around Jin Guangyao’s eager cock, consuming him little by little--until in a whirlwind of huffed breaths shared between the two of them, Lan Xichen’s body was lowered fully around his cock, his ass resting gently over his hips.

They sat like that for a moment, a look of ecstasy splashed across Lan Xichen’s features that had Jin Guangyao entirely captivated, before, slowly, Lan Xichen started to rock his hips.

The movement was gentle---but even that little started to draw a series of soft keens from Lan Xichen’s mouth, soft little ‘ahh’ sounds that seemed to escape with every exhale, as if Lan Xichen was aroused by where they were doing this as much as by the actual physical sensations.

Jin Guangyao fought his way out of his awed stupor at that thought, a grin rising to his face as his hands began to knead his fingertips up and down Lan Xichen’s sturdy thighs. Almost without prompting, Lan Xichen’s hips began to rock quicker--he even lifted his hips, before letting them sink back down, once, twice, a third time, before the roll of his hips was one solid motion that was growing quicker and quicker--

Without much ado, Lan Xichen’s hands snapped to grab onto Jin Guangyao’s wrists as his body tightened its grip on Jin Guangyao, followed a few seconds later by a soft whimper and the soft, wet streak of cum hitting Jin Guangyao’s stomach.

But Lan Xichen’s movements only paused for maybe a minute or so, before his hips had picked up that gentle rocking motion once again, as motivated as if under some lustful spell that made him unable to help himself except to keep Jin Guangyao’s cock moving inside of him.

Jin Guangyao’s hands started once more massaging Lan Xichen’s thighs--but only a moment later, he found himself surprised as Lan Xichen moved their hands, intertwined their fingers... and then began to lean over him, moving him until his hands were pinned down to the desk beside his head, Lan Xichen’s face wearing an incredibly blissed out expression as it hovered barely a couple feet above him, strands of his long hair slipping over his shoulders, a few stay bits Jin Guangyao’s fingers had shoved loose hanging around his face.

Seeing as Jin Guangyao was quite trapped now, speech was the only tool left in his arsenal--and he certainly had plenty to say.

“How much have you thought about this, Er-Ge?” he asked, voice low and sultry, clearly catching on Lan Xichen’s ears immediately. “Is this really what you wanted back then? To hold me down and ride my cock like this?”

Lan Xichen didn’t answer, but Jin Guangyao felt the way he shuddered at the words, the flicker of change in his expression, and could pick up on the truth easily enough.

“Maybe it is for the best you didn’t do this all those years ago,” he said with a touch more humor, agreeing with Lan Xichen’s earlier statement. “I don’t think I would have survived it back then.”

The corners of Lan Xichen’s mouth twitched upwards, and he left out a pointedly amused huff--which was quickly turned into a soft keen as Jin Guangyao leveraged his feet against the floor to roll his hips up a few sharp times, before he settled once more.

“When do you have these thoughts, hm?” he continued, eyes trained on Lan Xichen’s face, “Do you fantasize about me while you’re falling asleep at night? While you’re trying to relax in your cold springs? Or maybe... maybe while you’re in here teaching or reading off your sect rules, you’re actually thinking about getting fucked by me? If you’ve had these thoughts since the first time we met, you’ve had so many years to fantasize about us fucking, surely you’ve thought about it in here too.”

Lan Xichen’s brow furrowed faintly, a shudder running through him as his hole tightened around Jin Guangyao’s cock, fingers gripping more firmly around his hands, obviously affected by the words even if he hadn’t replied verbally.

“Well, whether you have or not until now...” Jin Guangyao prattled on, his tone as low and seductive as ever, “You definitely will from now on, won’t you? Tell me the truth, Er-Ge. Will you think about how you rode my cock so wonderfully every time you’re in this room now?”

“Yes,” Lan Xichen gasped out faintly, compliantly, his hips grinding down a little more firmly a few times before returning to the previous pace.

“Promise me, Er-Ge,” he compelled him sweetly, voice nearly all breath now, yet still so clear in the ringing silence of the classroom. “Every time you’re in the Lanshi, I want you to remember how you fingered yourself open while sucking my cock. I want you to think about how desperate you were to pin me down and get my cock inside of you. You’ll promise to think of me every time you look at this desk that we’re fucking on, won’t you, Er-Ge?”

The faint moonlight didn’t allow for much color perception, but Lan Xichen’s cheeks were so flushed after all of Jin Guangyao’s rambling that he could see how dark they’d gotten even now.

“I promise,” Lan Xichen panted, his hips starting to move a little quicker again, a little more urgent. “A-Yao, I promise.”

He couldn’t move much, but his thumbs stroked the outside of Lan Xichen’s hands from where they were pinned to the desk. He let out a pleased hum and almost purred as he said, “Thank you, Er-Ge.” Lan Xichen could be so easily flustered when he got like this, and Jin Guangyao considered it a delicacy, something to be truly savored. “Do you want to come together this time?”

“Yes, yes,” Lan Xichen exhaled sharply again. His hips rolling down a little harder, his breaths getting more desperate.

Jin Guangyao adjusted to Lan Xichen’s pace, then started to roll his hips back up at Lan Xichen, meeting the downward motion of his body and forcing his cock a little deeper inside, creating a slight thrust that only increased the delicious friction around his cock, and that made Lan Xichen’s soft moans get a little more heated as his second orgasm drew closer.

Their bodies moved in harmony, a practiced motion after so many years, Lan Xichen lifting himself up a bit so that he could drop his body back onto Jin Guangyao’s cock with each thrust, and the silence of the room was completely eaten up by the wet sound of Jin Guangyao’s cock moving in and out of Lan Xichen’s tight hole, by the soft smack of their skin meeting at the end of each thrust and the increased panting of their breaths, by Lan Xichen’s rising whimpers and moans.

Jin Guangyao felt his pleasure plateauing as Lan Xichen’s body rocked more urgently, as aroused by Lan Xichen’s desperation to fulfill this fantasy as he was amused by it, his senses all a flutter in Lan Xichen’s telling reactions and noises giving away exactly how close he was, noises that would have given them away in an instant if this weren’t so far past the Lan Sect curfew that left all the disciples thankfully out of hearing range of the Lanshi. The one thing that Lan Xichen had yet to master (and perhaps the thing Jin Guangyao hoped he never would) was the ability to actually keep his voice down the closer he got to his orgasm.

Waiting for Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao took a few deep, hard breaths, skillfully forcing his own orgasm back, letting it balance right on that delicate edge, because he could tell that Lan Xichen was going to come at any second--and just as he thought, barely a minute later, Lan Xichen’s face pressed down against his chest as he let out a sharp cry, the clenching of his hole around Jin Guangyao’s cock finally pushing him over the precipice with a sharp breath of his own as he released deep inside of Lan Xichen.

His grip loosened, but Lan Xichen didn’t let go of Jin Guangyao’s hands, not immediately, as they both laid there panting in the dark room. Jin Guangyao’s face pressed to Lan Xichen’s hair, showing him the only affection he could at the moment as he nuzzled him gently.

They stayed entangled for several long minutes, until Lan Xichen finally seemed to get his strength back. He lifted his head and sought out Jin Guangyao’s mouth with his own, kissing him as he slowly lifted his hips; Jin Guangyao felt Lan Xichen shuddering faintly as his cock slid out of him before his body settled back over him.

“You know,” Jin Guangyao spoke up after a moment, his words faintly muffled by Lan Xichen’s mouth, “I almost feel sorry for whoever’s desk this is.”

Lan Xichen broke away from the kiss as he broke into a silent laugh, burying his face against Jin Guangyao’s neck again, his hands finally releasing Jin Guangyao’s. It meant Jin Guangyao was free to slide his arms up under Lan Xichen’s robe and wrap around his back comfortably, letting his fingernails trail lightly across the smooth skin and firm muscle for a little while as the both of them gradually settled down.

Eventually, Lan Xichen said they should head back and Jin Guangyao agreed. Lan Xichen had luckily picked a very secluded spot for this little adventure, but the longer they stayed here, the higher the risk was that someone would discover them like this. They both knew they would be shedding their robes as soon as the door of the Hanshi shut behind them, so they redressed just enough to look proper in case they encountered any patrolling disciples on the way; Jin Guangyao even took a minute to carefully comb his fingers over Lan Xichen’s hair, smoothing it out and pointedly straightening the ribbon across his forehead, much to Lan Xichen’s embarrassed delight.

Jin Guangyao had mostly been teasing Lan Xichen... but as they slipped out of the Lanshi and headed back towards Lan Xichen’s room, Jin Guangyao couldn’t helped be be thoroughly amused by the idea that it really would be quite impossible for Lan Xichen to be in the Lanshi without thinking about him now; there was something deliciously entertaining about the idea of Lan Xichen having to fight back his arousal every time he had to come teach a class. Perhaps it was only fair after their many, many escapades throughout Carp Tower had led to many fond memories for Jin Guangyao, that Lan Xichen would now have some of his own memories at home. In fact...

“If this is how I’m treated when I’m here, I’m going to have to visit more often,” Jin Guangyao said as a smile curled at the corner of his lips, his arm slipping casually and yet quite boldly around Lan Xichen’s as he settled against his side.

Lan Xichen flashed a flustered smile down at him, but held Jin Guangyao’s arm a bit closer to his side as he replied, “You’re welcome here any time, A-Yao.”

They had more memories to make, and Jin Guangyao was now quite curious about what other sorts of fantasies Lan Xichen had been having about him all this time.

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