#so this turned into a 3k one shot because i love these characters and i couldn't help myself

[kaciebello]

Love accusations

Masterlist

George Weasley x Gryffindor! reader (fem)

Summary: 3 instances where you deny dating George, and the one where you don’t. Much to Fred's dismay.

warnings: Mention of sex, swearing, no use of y/n

Authors note: one-shot. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Word count: 3k

A pair of Gryffindor sat on a sofa in a secluded part of the common room.  The two had previously worked on their charms homework together, however, one had seemingly finished and moved on to a book, while the other one took avoiding it as his main mission in life. However, any attempt to get a reaction from the girl goes unnoticed by her. Disappointed he returned to doing his homework. They both fail to notice his twin approaching with their friend.

“You two ARE having sex!” Fred yells making some heads in the common room turn in their direction with curiosity.  George jumps a bit in shock and looks at his brother. eyes widening.

“Really? George, why didn't you tell me? I would have put my book down.” Says the girl lazily not even attempting to put her book down. She was not even bothered enough to pick up her gaze from it or bothered by her friend's antics.

“ We are not!” George argues back as Fred and Lee sit down opposite the couple. That however goes flat to their ears. Because if there is something Fred loves more than testing his brothers, it's teasing his twin brother.

“Fred, the only people having sex here, are the characters in my book.” She says, turning to another page. George leans over and tries to peek whether that is true or not. The girl shuts the book with a loud bang and places it gently on the table. Now finally giving all the attention to the overly loud Gryffindor duo. Lee's hand reaches for the book but she just swats it away.

“What do you want.” She asks.

“I want, you two to admit you're dating.” He says pointing a finger between her and George.

“Not gonna happen Fred.” 

“Why not?”

“ Because we are not dating, easy as that.”

“Bullshit!” Fred yells and slams his fist onto the coffee table. She leans back into the sofa and just shakes her head dissapointly. Kicking her feet up on the coffee table and crosses her hands over her chest.

“You have no valid argument, Fred. I will not debate this with you if you have no evidence.” She says looking into Fred's eyes, knowing damn well it will fire the boy up. He narrows his eyes at her and nods as if telling her he will play her little game. Quickly he turns to Lee and they start whispering sometimes glancing at the pair. The two of them made it look like they just thought of a groundbreaking strategy in quidditch.

“ You know what you're doing, right?” George leans back and looks at the girl. Giving up on the homework at this point. She just smirks and nods. Lee and Fred turn back and simultaneously clear their throats.

“We have proof.” He says seriously and pokes Lee in his side with his elbow. The girl just raises her eyebrow before motioning them to continue. Lee sits up straight.

“ I have seen you two almost kiss in the corridor before.” He says very proud of himself. Fred started franticly nod and a smile spread across his face. Gorges's eyes widen a little at this information. The girl, however, remained unphased.

“ You can't prove that it was us. I could have been anyone.” She argues back, looking at her nails, seemingly bored. Fred's smile flatters a bit before he jumps up.

“I CAN RECOGNISE MY FACE ANYWHERE!” He yells and points at the girl. She just lifts her gaze and him.

“You didn't see us tho. Lee did. Hence, could have been anyone.” Fred's and George's faces snap to Lee who gulps very loudly. Looking nervous between the two brothers and the girl. Lee felt like in the front line of a war.

“ We walked together to the library after tho.” He says.

“ You walked together to the library after!” Fred repeats seeing this as his victory. Placing his hands on his hips and making a superhero pose. The girl just sighs and takes her legs off of the coffee table.

“ Are you jealous about me almost kissing George? Fine. I can almost kiss Lee if you want. Even you if you desire so much.”  Whine leaves Geroge as Fred and Lee watch the girl in confusion.

“What.”

“You heard me, Weasley.” She says before getting up from her comfortable spot. Both Lee and Fred move a few inches back. She just chuckles and goes to pack her things. George sees this and goes to do the same.

“Plus it couldn't be me kissing George, as I fancy someone else.” She says after picking her book from the table and placing it in her bag.

“You do?” Say all 3 boys at the same time. She just rolls her eyes at their antics and turns to leave. George hurriedly followed her.

“ Where are you going?” Fred asks as both of them get up and move toward the exit. She just flashes him a smile.

“ To almost kiss your brother in the corridor.”

—

The four of them were on their way to Hogsmeade. The snow as fallen in a thick  layer and all there was to do was some shopping. The twins wanted to buy some trinkets from Zonks, while Lee and the girl had only butter beer on their minds. Walking swiftly to get from the cold and hoping their younger siblings don't catch up on them and they would be forced to take them with. Fred and Lee led the group, while the other two were falling behind. Fred and Lee could be heard from miles away. George opted for a much quieter conversation with his partner.

“ When are we going to tell him?” asks George the girl next to him. “Don't get me wrong, it's hilarious, but I miss holding your hand.” He continues and his hand brushes over hers. Although he dubs she could feel it over her gloves. To be fair, George finds it as much fun as she does. He just sometimes misses her despite being right next to her.

“You can hold my hand whenever you want to, but, It's too much fun, it's like he's obsessed.” A smile spreads across her lips as she stops her movements and looks at the boy. He also stops and looks at the girl. Her hand extends to him as a gentle offering. He takes it as fast as he can. Walking closer to her, he places his other hand on her cheek.  Smile adored both of them, as George leaned in, Smack.

Crumbs of snowball have fallen on her face, a giggle escaped her. George wipes his head around to see his brother and friend both with loaded-up snowballs. Before he can react, two more hit him. Effectively stunning him.

“OI! Hurry up you lovebirds!” yells Lee before he and Fred run in the direction of Three Broomsticks. George just curses and runs behind them. Leaving the girl to leisurely walk and meet them there.

When she got here, all of them had already shed their outdoor layers and had butterbeers sitting in front of them. One was in a space next to George waiting for her. She took her scarf and coat off. Something perked up Fred's attention.

“Is this your way of telling us?” He says pointing between her and George. 

“Telling you what?” She asks, sitting down. Not even being able to take a sip of her drink before Fred spits other nonces.

“That you two are together.” Lee is however faster and suppresses his friend in the explanation. The girl just rolls her eyes before taking a sip. A foam mustache forms on her upper lip that she quickly wipes with the sleeve of her sweater. Momentarily stopping to progress something.

“ Guys, we have been over this.” Defends George this time. Fred just narrowed his eyes at him before pointing at the girl, who was still frozen.

“Explain this then!” He says and grabs the sleeve of the sweater she was wearing. “ This is your sweater!!” Sudden touch wakes the girl up and she retracts her hand.

“Again Fred, you can't prove that.” He looks at her in disbelief, lost for words from the sheer audacity of this girl. Groan leaves George and Lee is just laughing at his friends' antics.

“Oh? So the giant G on the front doesn't mean anything?” Recovers Fred rather quickly. George chokes on his butter beer and Lee goes to pat him on the back. The girl looks down and stretches the sweater. There is indeed a giant G on it. No dubbed Mrs. Weasly work as always. She wondered if she did it to help herself to keep track of whose laundry she was doing.

“It's just a G, could mean anything.” leaves her.

“G for George.”

“ Or G for Ginny, ya know? Your sister.” She says, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Why would you have my sister's sweater?” he asks accusingly. She just shrugs and takes another sip from her drink. 

“ Why would I have George's one? I don't like him like that.” When she says it like that it makes sense for her to have Ginnys' sweater more than Georges.

“So you do like him!” Lee jumps on the accusation train. Another groan leaves George and he finishes his drink.

“Just how I like you, and Fred, and Padma, and Harry, And-”

“ Okay, okay, I get it.” Freds gives up and takes a sip. A smirk spreads on his face. “ So tell us, who do you fancy?”

“Hmmm, well, truth to be told, he's a Gryffindor, tall, and very cheeky and his name is- WELL would you look at that! I will get us another round.” She says and gets up from her spot. Knowing better than to take Fred's bait, she walked away to the bar. She can hear Fred turning to Lee and George.

“I'm telling you it's George, You can't fight me on this one!” Georges's giggles are heard throughout the tavern. “ Motherfucker, you ain't telling us shit!”

—

A scream is heard throughout the burrow, together with fast steps going down the stairs.

Harry, Hermione, and Lee turn to the sound startled. The 3 Weasleys, however, not even looking up from their card game. Fred places one card down making Ginny frown and carefully study her own. Ron just curses under his breath.

The girl appeared first with the other twin on her toes. She stops in front of the group, eyes gleaming with victory. George stops once he notices the other people, opting to just stand behind her.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asks, Placing her own card down without even looking. Ron curses again and tries to peak at Harry's cards. He just presses them to his chest, preventing him.

“Yeah, why?” The girl asks, clearly out of breath from running from the much faster boy behind her.

“ The scream?” Harry says, not really sure he wants to join the conversation. She just waves her arms at them.

“Oh no, don't worry. It's something George did.” The boy behind her straightens at his name. Looking at his sister who seemed to be winning the game with almost no effort.

“ Oh Merlin, he finally did it. He showed her the birthday suit.” Fred says.

“and it was SMALL.” Followed Lee, Fred's head snapped to his friend, he took full offense to that. Hemione's face twists in disgust. A small ‘ew’ can be heard from Ginny before she places another card on the table. Ron makes a fake gaging sound and George had nothing better than ‘dude’. The girl laughs at this.

“Oh Lee, I love you so much,” she says and goes to hug him. George whines and stops her by grabbing her upper arm.

“I can confirm that is not true mate.” Says Fred with full confidence. George just shakes his head. Hermione decided to force her cards on Harry, who was not very happy about it, and got up.

“I'm going to make some tea, you want some?” She says to the girl, she just nods and follower her to the kitchen. 

“ Count me in!” Says Ginny as she places her last card on the table, successfully winning the game. Her brothers and friends just groan. Ron looks like he might cry at this point.

The girls moved to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was looking out the window, watching her older sons and husband work in the yard. She notices them walking into the kitchen and smiles at them. Ginny mentions something about tea and the girls sit down. After some time and bickering over what does and does not belong in tea, steaming cups were sat before them. Hermione breaks the silence.

“So, when are you gonna announce it?” Confused look from the girl, Mrs. Weasly just glances at them, seemingly paying them no mind. While she may be facing the window, her years are very much facing the three girls sitting at her dining table. Because be assured if something is going on with her children, under her roof, she is bound to know. The girls didn't even have time to answer before Ginny jumped in.

“Wait, are not just pretending to not know in front of Fred?” She asked, confused as well. Hermione stops putting sugar in her tea and fully turns to the girl. She grabs her hands into hers and looks her in the eyes.

“Are you?” The girl grows nervous. Curse Ginny and her watching people skills.

“I have no idea what you're on about Hermione.” she says with a full chest, then leans in and whispers.” Let's not talk about it in front of his mum!”

“Stop whispering, we all know something is going on between you and George. I know my brothers, and I know when they have that lovesick look.” Ginny blows on her tea before taking a sip. Somehow she manages to give both of them a pointed look. 

“I know what you look like with that look too, don't start Ginny.” says the horrified girl, still not comfortable that Mrs. Weasly is there. Ginny goes red and just looks away. Speaking of the older woman, she turns to them.

“ Who has a lovesick look?” She asks with a smile that feels a little bit too threatening to all of them, although others may see it as the sweetest one.

“You when you look at dad. What is he doing anyway.” Ginny says hoping to change the subject. The older woman just huffs, turns around, and looks out the window again. Ginny leans forward to the other two before she whispers.

“I'm just saying, let it really be my sweater you borrow next time.” A smirk on her lips when she retries. With the corner of her eye, she sees her brother trying to catch a glimpse of the embarrassed girl.

—

“Source?” Lee asks.

“ Dude, trust me,” Fred answers.

“ You know I am physically unable to do that.” The two boys were hiding behind a bush. Good view of the pair sitting on the bench.

“ I too was advised, not to trust you.” Pipes in Collin, who was dragged into this mess by an accident. The poor boy wanted a picture of that tiny firework Fred had, instead, he dragged him to this when he refused to let him borrow his camera.

“Collin, this is the talk. This is the news! I need you to take a picture of them when they kiss.” Says Fred, a creepy grin on his face. Collin scared a bit just nods his head and gets in position. After a few good minutes of spying, Fred gets impatient and turns to Lee.

“Should we find a better spot? My feet kinda hurt from squatting.” He says but then a shutter goes off. A little photo comes from the camera and Fred grabs it.

“AHA, GOT YOU!” he jumps out waving it in the air and running to the startled couple. Scaring the couple that jumps away from each other a little. Lee and Collin follow behind him.

“What are you on about Fred?” Asks him, George. Still holding the girl that had her legs on his lap. 

“ YOU TWO! KISSING! I GOT PROOF!” HE yells and shows them the picture. The girl just grabs it and looks at it. Fred is jumping up and down, hugging Collin and then Lee. Victory celebration. The girl gets up and walks to the poor younger Gryffindor. George is pulled up by Fred and forced to join a jumping hug.

“Hey Collin, can I keep this?” She asks the boy gently. He just nods, seemingly scared of the situation. The girl turns back to the three overgrown babies smile on her face. She can no longer argue about proof, as she was holding one in her hand. She turns to Collin again and tells him he can go. The boy just nods and runs away as fast as he can, very much terrified of his upperclassmen. 

 George wiggles out of the hug and makes his way to her. Cheers can be heard from his brother and friend. When they meet again, George stops right in front of her. One of his hands finds her waist and the other on her neck. They stay like this for a few seconds seemingly in their word, not noticing the cheers dying down. He leans in, their lips brush, when...

“Not in front of me Forge!” Yells Fred with the girl in his arms, running away with laughter, followed by Lee. George was frozen in his position, the girl missing from his arms. George shakes his head at his brothers' antics. Now that he looks at it, maybe living in denial wasn't the worst thing. Because if there is anything his twin loves more than teasing other people, is teasing him.

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[perexcri]

fic recs!!

i woke up to being on a couple of fic rec lists and really appreciated it, so i wanted to capitalize on the nice energy and make a list of some of my own favs that i've read recently that i didn't necessarily see on the other lists :D check these out because they have some of the best prose/plots/characterization that i've read in the fandom :] 💜

one soft infested summer (M, 18k+, 3/7 ongoing) by @wheelersboy - this one is perfect for all the highler fans out there! it's got stoner byler of course, a music festival, lots out camping, and some really amazing writing! i started it just for the fun stoner vibes because Why Not, but i'm staying for the beautiful writing and the really complex and delicate relationship mike and will have in this one

Light Sleepers (T, 15k+, 2/6 ongoing) by @helioleti - WillEl-centric fic set during the time gap between the end of s3 and the beginning of s4 that explores their dynamic and their respective problems with mike, all while trying to cope with moving across the country from everything they know. each chapter is meant to reflect a certain stage of grief, which fits so well with all the complicated emotions everyone is going through!

drank my poison all alone (T, 4k, one-shot) by silverluminoqity - mike gets vecna'd and has to face his past self who's ashamed of who he's grown up to be, and my dudes the writing goes SO HARD. by far one of the best mike gets vecna'd fics i've read with such a good take on his character

star eater (T, >1k, one-shot) by @lowlightt - another fic where the writing does not play. honestly if you have a few minutes, READ THIS FIC. it's mostly just a confrontation between will and vecna, but it's so so powerful and impactful. and again, i cannot state it enough: the writing is AMAZING

tell me again (you said yes) (M, 32k, 3/3 complete) by @willow-lark - hey remember when cleradin was like a Thing for a brief second a few months ago? well if you miss those vibes, or if you just like great writing and some of the best weaving of canon into a fantasy au i've ever read, please look no further than this fic (and it's first part, fireball him! (cast protection)). i love this one dearly and enjoyed the wonderful ways Lark wove canon (specifically s1) into such a different setting, plus it was nice to see many of the other characters play a role in the events. beautiful, astounding, heart-wrenching - and did i mention there's an elopement 👀

In Undertow (M, 17k+, 3/6 on-going) by @souverian-are-we - this and one soft infested summer have become my summer byler reads~ when i say i love this fic, i mean you will have to pry it from my cold, dead hands 🥰 we've got estranged byler, jancy engagement with some stoncy going on in the background, and most of the characters still reeling from the consequences of their final battle with the upside down. it's all set at a lake house, which provides some breathtaking/atmospheric writing that this author uses to their advantage. it has some of my favorite scenes i've ever read in fic too, ones that have literally taken my breath away

california show your teeth (T, 77k+, 10/19 on-going) by @fireflywitch - what if the Byers and Hopper families were from Lenora and moved to Hawkins? this fic takes this one simple premise and turns it into one of my favorite fics i've ever had the pleasure of following along with. it essentially functions as a retelling of s1 and s2, gives almost every main character that's been featured in the show thus far a lot of time and space for their own plots, all while culminating into one larger story underneath. i don't think i've read a fic quite like this one in terms of its scope, plotting, and characterization, because there are a lot of moving parts, but this author goes above and beyond. i cannot recommend it enough

all i know is pouring rain (and everything has changed) (T, 3k, one-shot) by @willelfanpage - i think i read this one at the beginning of my workday while i was running some report on my computer and had to go about the rest of my day as if everything was fine ahah :'D seriously though, it's 3k words that pack an emotional punch all while examining will's relationship to rain. the writing is just gorgeous, and it's a character study that i haven't really seen done before, which was quite enjoyable~

Chasing Heartlines by (T, 7k+, 1/2 on-going) @cherryisgone - if you liked Tip-Toeing on Lilypads then may i direct you to its sequel, which features so much pining mike that he might as well be a tree? again, if you like cleradin/fantasy aus, then Cherry my beloved has you covered 💜 it fits so neatly with Lilypads and provides some fun contrast between will and mike~

Touch Me Like You Know Me (M, 15k, 4/4 complete) by @starsarefire824 - this exists in the rare pantheon of fics that actually made me cry. imagine an estranged byler reunion with all the emotions turned up to an eleven, and lots of lingering on lost time and how life sometimes takes us places we never thought we'd go. it's absolutely beautiful and is a classic to me :]

come back to me and forgive everything (T, 78k, 18/18 complete) by @howtobecomeadragon - i saw a lot about this one when it was on-going but am only just now getting around to reading it, and all i can say is why did it take me so long to get to it :') this author does such a good job of writing will and mike's relationship with a lot of nuance and complexity while still managing to make them feel like the teenagers they are. basically, will has to spend every july at lonnie's house in indianapolis, and for this summer in particular, the event is a lot more emotionally impactful for both mike and will. there's lots of emotional depth, the complexities of coming out and/or realizing you're queer, and, at the heart of it, how two friends try to mend things between each other. it's so soft and sweet

that's all i've got for now!! i'm quickly running out of time on my lunch break :'D also haven't been writing as much, but it's been fun to read more and relax a bit. hope you guys enjoy these because they're genuinely some of the best stuff i've had the pleasure to read in a while 💜💜💜

#fic recs #actually that last paragraph is a threat everyone had better read these now or i'll. blow up tumblr #byler #(< intended audience) #stranger things fic

[finalresidentevilfantasy]

A Version of Leon Ada Will Always Love.

Summary: Leon's wife gets caught up in the mess Simmon's creates and Ada shows a rare act of kindness towards a woman she barely knows but has a deep respect for and is willing to risk more than she thought she ever would.

Warnings; Major character death, swearing, brief mention of alcoholism

W/C: 3K

A/N: This is my first ever fic writing for Leon! I hope you all enjoy and I thank everyone who takes the time to read it! I apologise if there are any typos! I plan to post more fics in the coming weeks, I always accept constructive criticism and I look forward to writing more for you guys. Although I generally write female readers and try not to use Y/N, I try to keep my female characters without much description! I may have an attempt at writing a gender neutral reader in the future!

"Sweetheart" Leon was careful as he approached her. She pulled the needle from her neck and disposed of it on the floor. She turned to look at him, panic in her eyes, they both knew what Simmon's had just administered and it filled Leon with dread, his palms starting to sweat.

"Let's hope she doesn't turn quickly, right Leon?" Simmon's taunted with a smirk. Helena growled in frustration, firing her gun several times in his direction, it only hit the glass he was behind but she felt better.

"Leon? I feel hot." The woman was panicking and Helena felt sorry for her. She kept a hand on her gun though, ready to shoot if necessary. She hadn't turned yet but she could at any minute.

"Hey, it's okay. Keep your eyes on me." Leon said as he approached her slowly, his own gun had fallen to the floor when he watched Simmon's inject her from afar, shoving her into the room with them as he laughed.

"I don't want to turn into one of them." She dropped to her knees in the middle of the floor. Helena knew she had to put her feelings to one side as she knew Leon wouldn't have what it took to hurt her, he'd rather die. Helena's heart hurt for the couple, she was innocent, a civilian that had stolen Leon S Kennedy's heart and kept it safe. Helena only knew that because Leon had told her when they found her, the information that he was married was classified.

"I promise you won't baby, we'll find a vaccine. I'll fix this." Leon's voice was hopeful but Helena was sceptical. Vaccine? There wasn't one. His wife, as harsh as it sounded, wasn't going to be that for much longer, not if what they'd seen was anything to go by. Simmon's had dragged her into this, just like he had Deborah.

Leon carefully approached his wife, she was panicking, chest heaving as she tried to keep her emotions in check. Just as Leon knelt down in front of her she fell into his arms, a crying mess as he held her, Helena felt guilty for watching, this was a moment between husband and wife. She stupidly took her eyes of them for a second.

Leon shouted his wife's name, causing Helena to look back, her weapon drawn and pointed at Leon's wife. She had his knife, her arm drawn back ready to plunge as Leon held her wrist. It was easy for him, he easily overpowered her normally, but she was putting up more of a fight as the virus flooded around her system. "Come on, come back to me." Leon stated firmly.

A shot rang out through the room and Leon's head snapped to Helena, smoke leaving the barrel of her gun. Leon snapped back to his wife, watching as the knife fell from her grasp, Helena's shot having hit the metal as intended. It must've brought her out of her trance.

"Leon?" Her voice rang out, a gasp escaping her lips. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." She made to move away from him, but Leon was quick, pulling her into his chest as he buried his face into the hair at the top of her head. She planted her hands on his chest and pushed.

"Sweetheart please don't fight me, it's okay."

"No, no, no. I almost, I was going to." She cut herself off as she began to hyperventilate. Her thoughts everywhere but Leon just pulled her closer.

"I'm gonna get you through this, I promise." Leon said as she gave in and collapsed into his chest, crying her eyes out. Helena felt guilty, what had been the point for her? She'd lost Deborah anyway and many people had lost their lives families because of her. She couldn't watch as Leon lost his wife, the guilt was too much. They had to do something.

"Maybe I can help." A new voice rang through the room, Leon turned his head towards the woman, the one who once held a part of Leon before the woman in his arms tripped into him in the street. Ada Wong. An absolute goddess of a woman, her beauty unmatched by so many, her only downfall being that you couldn't trust her. Leon thought he'd never get over her, then his wife came into his life and now she was a distant memory, a part of his past. Ada no longer held a part of him.

His wife was everything to him, Leon would do anything for her, he'd sacrifice everything if it meant keeping her safe and Ada knew this. At first when Ada had found out about Leon's engagement she'd been jealous, determined to come between the two and then she'd observed her, for several weeks. She was a goddess in her own right, a beauty the did match Ada's, if not surpassed it. She was beautiful inside and out, a kind woman who gave spare change to every homeless person she walked past, stroked every cat and dog that crossed her path.

Ada started to see why Leon loved her so much. She could give Leon the one thing Ada never could and that was her full heart, her honesty, all her bad and good. She stole Leon's heart and kept it locked safe in her chest, she was patient with him, careful, attentive. She loves him in all the ways he deserves to be loved and Ada loved her for it. Sure, she'd had to let him go and watch as he fell out of love with her, but she couldn't think of a more worthy woman.

"Ada?" Leon sounded almost relieved to see her. He knew deep down she'd be able to help, that she was caught up in all this, what other reason would she have to be here? "Please help her." Leon didn't beg often and it took a lot for him to beg from someone like Ada but this was his wife that was in danger and having to drop his act of toughness? Worth it for her safety.

"There's a lab. One Simmon's had here in China. I know where it is, there's a blueprint vaccine there but we need Jake Mueller's blood." She stated and Leon breathed a sigh of relief, he knew where Jake was, he was with Sherry, all he had to do was get in contact. He prayed that his wife would fight it, hold on as long as she could.

"Come on baby, you heard her. Just fight this a little longer." Leon pulled his wife back to look at her, she was sweating, a small smile on her lips as she nodded in agreement, she was as determined as him, she wasn't going to give up on him so easily.

*****

"Fuck." Ada exclaimed as she took in the wreckage. They couldn't all get to the lab, not in time. In the time they'd spent wandering through the city looking for the lab, Leon's wife had snapped three times, the last time worse than the others. She refused to be anywhere near Leon now.

She was almost curled in on herself as she walked behind them. Her arms crossed across her chest, she made herself look smaller than she was. Leon was starting to worry, his façade breaking, he looked ready to cry himself, a cut on his cheek from her last outburst, she'd clawed at him, catching his cheek as she did. She was beside herself, not trusting herself around him.

"We can't all go." Ada continued as she looked at both Leon and Helena. Their heads turned as Sherry and Jake jogged to meet up with them, Leon looked relieved.

"Here." Sherry was quick to hand over the vial. Her heart also broke as she took in Leon's soulmate, Sherry had met her a couple of times and heard so many endearing stories from Claire, how could Simmons do this? She didn't deserve it, Leon didn't deserve it. Leon handed the vial to Ada.

"Please," his blue eyes begged her and her heart broke a little, he was so used to her betraying him at the final hurdle. "Please help her, I won't survive without her." Leon's voice broke and Ada knew it was true, before he met her he'd struggled with alcohol, abusing it almost every night until she helped him. She became the light that outshone every dark corner of his life.

Ada nodded as she grabbed a hold of Leon's wife, shooting her grapple hook into the building above. Pulling them both into through the labs window. Leon prayed he'd see her again, Ada hadn't given him a moment for a goodbye but every moment counted, she was running out of time.

"She'll pull through Leon." Sherry comforted as she placed a hand on his arm. "Now come on, we've got Simmons to confront." Sherry said as they set off towards her rendezvous point with Simmons.

*****

"I know who you are." She spoke as Ada continued to mix chemicals together as instructed on the paperwork she'd found. "Your her." Ada stopped for a moment. Leon had told his wife about her?

"Listen, me and Leon? It was never gonna work out anyway." She shrugged off but the admission stung at her heart.

"I know." She confirmed, not in a horrible way, Ada was beginning to think she didn't have a malicious bone in her body. "He told me how in love with you he used to be." She admitted and Ada continued as if her words didn't affect her. "He believed you were in love with him once."

"I guess I felt something, a long time ago." Lies Ada. She knew Leon wasn't hers anymore, why dwell on what could have been? "But then he met you."

"I worried for a long time he didn't love me the same way he loved you." She admitted, that made Ada turn to look at her, she looked so vulnerable as if the admission was one she'd never made out loud before. As if Ada was the first person she'd admitted this to.

"He doesn't." Ada said and immediately wanted to cram the words back into her mouth. They came out harsh, cold and the woman in front of her looked so defeated, as if Ada had ripped everything away from her.

"I thought so."

"He loves you so much more than he ever loved me." Ada continued and her head snapped up towards her. "You give him all the things I never could. Security, stability, normality, you'll never understand how much people like us need that. I watched him fall in love with you, I watched you become his everything. He looks at you as if you hung the universe yourself. You know just after you married we bumped into one another and I knew." She elaborated.

"Knew what?"

"That I couldn't even scratch the surface anymore. His love for you runs so deep that I don't think anything could come between you. He so clearly loves every part of you and you've saved him, I knew Leon before all this, I met him back when he was a cop on his first day and you've brought that back for him. He's that man again when he's with you." Ada smiled and it was returned in full by the woman in front of her.

"But you still love him don't you?" She wasn't angry, she wasn't judging, in fact she looked guilty, like she'd come between something that could have been had Ada chosen a different life and maybe Leon and Ada would've worked out but they'd never know.

"I have a soft spot for him, yes, I'll admit that much, but I was more in love with the man I met in Raccoon, the innocent, naïve young man" Ada had never spoken much about her feelings, this was the closest she'd ever gotten, it was just another charm the woman in front of her held. The ability to create a safe space to feel vulnerable.

"I'll admit, I was jealous of you at first. The way he talked about you, it was so clear he was in love with you." She admitted with a shy smile.

"So you can understand how I feel now." Ada answers as she adds Jake's blood into the vial and administers the syringe.

*****

"Leon!" She shouts as she runs from Ada's side. Leon whips around at the sound of her voice, opening his arms to catch her as she jumps into them. He holds her so close Ada thinks she might disappear inside him. Ada smiles at the interaction, watching as Leon peppers her face in kisses, the glimpse of the man she met all those years ago shining through and she was happy for them, truly.

"I love you." Leon said as he smiled at his now cured wife. He couldn't thank Ada enough, she'd racked up a debt Leon could never repay, no matter how many lifetimes he lived. She reciprocated and kissed him again, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, it was almost like there was no one else there, that they were in their own little world, a world for only those two. But of course all good things must come to an end.

"How dare you disobey me." Simmons sneered from above, Leon was quick to place his wife on her feet and shield her body with his own. She gripped the back of his shirt in fear. "Ada Wong, a soft spot for human life, I was starting to think you had no heart."

"You seem a little obsessed with me Simmons." Ada retorted, having found all the evidence of his obsession, his desire to recreate her image. Simmons lunged at that, jumping from his perch as he transformed into something that looked like a t-rex.

Leon was quick as he moved him and his wife to safety, he pushed her to one side and dived on top of her. Ada moving herself out of the way as Helena followed.

"I need you to get out of here." Leon said to the woman beneath him.

"But what about you?"

"I'll be fine, but you need to go. Please." With much persuasion she finally made her way out of the way and found a safe place to hide from the chaos that ensued. Leon, Ada and Helena working tirelessly together to bring Simmons down, after a while he fell, his body falling to the ground with a loud thud. They were safe.

Leon's wife approached the trio, feeling as though they were safe now. Simmons' body unmoving on the floor as Leon opened his arms for her, she was quick to plant herself in them, her safe haven. Ada watched with endearment until a small movement caught her eye.

Just as Leon let go of his wife and she took a step back from him, Simmons moved, sprouting a leg that was sharp as nails, Leon couldn't react quick enough, his scream ringing through the building as Simmons struck, his hand reaching for his wife as he looked away, he couldn't watch.

Blood covered the floor, Helena moving to finish Simmons, a well placed shotgun shell to the head. Leon fell to his knees, taking his wife into his arms, he was examining her, looking for the wound but he couldn't find one.

"Leon." Her voice was weak, soft and Leon's head moved to the source of the noise. It was foreign to him, he'd never heard her like that.

Ada.

"No." His wife said, her hands covering her mouth, Ada lay on the floor, Simmons leg sticking out through her stomach. She'd pushed her out of the way and sacrificed herself. Leon and his wife moved towards her, Leon taking her into his arms as he held her dying frame. A tear falling down his cheek, Ada smiled up at him, moving a hand to his cheek, wiping away the tear as she took her last breath, her hand falling to her side.

Leon cried as he held her, although he was no longer in love with her, she would always be an important part of his life, hell, he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for her. She was the last part of his past he had, the last memory of his struggle through Raccoon. Sure, he had Claire but they had spent most of their time apart, only meeting back up a handful of times during the survival of Raccoon city.

"I'm so sorry." His wife took Leon into her arms from behind, holding him as he cried over a woman he never thought would change but here she was proving him wrong, again.

*****

They had a small funeral for her, only Leon and a handful of others in attendance. His wife held him as they both cried, mourning the loss of a woman who had given her life to save both of theirs. It took a long time for Leon's wife to understand why she'd given her life to save hers.

It dawned on her one night as she laid awake, wrapped in Leon's arms as he held her closer, tighter than he had before she almost died and it suddenly made sense. Ada gave her life so that she could protect that part of Leon she thought had died after Raccoon, the part that only she, his wife could still coax from him. The man who made Ada question her morals again and again, a man she'd saved multiple times. A man she loved enough in the end to put first.

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A little less awful - Shane Walsh

Summary: When Shane comes close to losing you, he realizes that just the idea scares him more than he thought. But things aren't easy, not with a man like him.

(Post S2) Shane Walsh x Reader

Usually I only write about Steve Harrington, but this time I wanted to try something different. I know Shane isn't the good guy, I know he's not that loved too, but he's given me a great inspiration to write (and then every once in a while my love for morally gray characters takes over) so here's this little work because i admit, it's my fault, but i wish I could see more of Shane. Also my man Jon Bernthal deserves everything.

Words: 3k

It's a rustle in the middle of the meadow, broken branches and trampled dry leaves. The noise of quick footsteps and heavy breathing approaching. A thud, a moan and then footsteps again. You run fast in the direction of an abandoned house and behind you a horde of walkers is chasing you, so many that this time you can't help but think it's over. Really over.

You've been scared many times since this hell started devastating the whole world, your life and erasing what you've known. You were scared when you saw your father transform, your friends die -  by the walkers or equally monstrous men - but you have never  feared for your life like you are doing now. It's just that things have been going well for a while, far too long, and you felt like you could manage to live in peace here. You were obviously wrong.

You have only one thought in mind. It's the face of a man, his strong features, short hair that is growing back,  eyes darker than the night, so full of demons that only you know how to keep at bay. If you don't reach the cottage soon the walkers will make you their meal and no, you don't want to die. For you. For him. He'll never admit it openly, he's not a man of big demonstrations, but you know you're the one holding him together, that if you die he falls apart.

Also you don't want to die before hearing those words leave his lips. You don't want to die before you know that there is still some hope in the world, some kind of love. Above all you don't want to die to feed these damned monsters.

Out of breath  you let go in a cry of frustration, while you feel your legs getting weaker the only thing that drives you is the adrenaline. With one last desperate shot you reach the house and he's here, rifle in hand, ready as always.

"Shane!" you scream. You have never been so happy to see him in your life.

"Go inside, hurry!" he replies as bullets whiz through the air, impacting what remains of the walkers rotting skulls. You mentally thank the fortuitous coincidence that made you find an armory on your path weeks ago, there was nothing left but an old silencer hidden in a corner. Your little miracle. You see Shane drop his stoic mask for a moment when he runs out of bullets, or maybe it's the rifle jamming, you don't know, you don't understand and you don't have time to do it, you grab the hunting knife placed on the chair behind you, in the small veranda of the house. With a small jerk, ignoring his protests, you move away to stab one of the two remaining walkers in the head, splashing all the blood around. Shane is immediately at your side, ready to kill the other with his dagger. Then, making sure they're all dead, he turns around and, with his back to you, walks towards the house.Your home. You silently observe the tortured dead bodies. You wonder if one day you'll find a familiar face among them, you wonder if anyone will find yours, if they will ever have compassion.

You don't have any, you can't. Shane taught you that you don't have to have any to survive.

"Shane" you began by breaking the silence as soon as you reach him, leaning against the wall for support. You're so tired you just want to fall to the ground, but you can't. You don't want to be weak, not in front of him. He 's always so strong, ready, invincible.

Sometimes you wonder if he's even human.

When you found him wounded in a field months ago, none of your old group gave him a chance of survival, no one wanted to take him with you except for you and Arnold, a former war doctor. Arnold was good and if it wasn't for him Shane would be dead. It was your job to take care of him. He was unconscious and in the throes of a delirious fever and you dragged him along with a makeshift stretcher made of wood and rags for a day and a half without respite before finding a place to let him recover. The other members of the group left you with him and you didn't object, because people who leave behind a wounded but alive man - in a world where being alive is a privilege - will do the same with you.

Shane woke up 3 days later. It took him weeks to recover. He never told you what happened to him, he only said he deserved it. You didn't believe him, cause in the end you wanted him to be a good man. You wanted to know saving his life was worth it. Then you hit the road again, Arnold died and you two were left alone. You've become each other's only comfort, even though Shane Walsh is a difficult comfort, a difficult man that you sometimes feel you don't know. know nothing about. It's Ironic since he the only thing you have left in the world.

With the bloody knife still in hand he walks towards you. He's not threatening you, he wouldn't hurt you and you know it, that's why you stay still. "Y/n fuck! why do you always mess up? You're not able for once to....Keep quiet, not go wandering around almost getting caught by those bloody walkers. No cause there's always fucking Shane to save you ass" He yells. You look into his eyes for a few seconds.

"You could have left me there"

You reply without a single emotion in you voice, moving away from him without looking back. You know Shane is trying to grab your wrist, you know he stops before doing it. He looks at his arm outstretched towards you, the muscles, the hand shaking with anger and fear. He dropps the knife from his other hand and brought a hand to the back of his neck like he always does, then let it slide over his face and when you are gone, hiding in the only room of the house, he let himself slide to the floor, caught in the realization that this time he could have really lost you. That it can happend at any moment and it's not that he hasn't thought about it before but this is time... It was so close. So real. He feels something acid rise in his throat, a knot, a block of cement. He would like to throw up.

He wasn't there to protect you, like always.

Like he has never protected anyone, because Shane isn't able, because Rick has always been the one able to defend his people. He misses him, his brother.

He also misses Carl. And Lori.

They were family, the one he wanted to protect, the one he destroyed without apology or justification.

You screwed up, Walsh.

He looks at the closed door of the bedroom and Shane wonders if he's destroying you too. Since the moment he opehas opened his eyes and saw you cleaning his wounds he has decided he wanted to be better. he still does, he wants to try to find himself - the man he was before all this, who ran to the hospital to save his best friend, the policeman Shane Walsh - but a good person doesn't treat their loved ones like he treats you.

A good person doesn't hurt someone he cared about like he is hurting you, like he is ruining you with his only presence here. A good person wouldn't stay in this house so long. No, he should have followed the original plan: find you a safe place, with other good people because there must be someone like this in the world. Maybe Rick. He should have find him leave you with him and you would be safer.

He will do it.

Then he will go away forever, so as not to stain yourself with his darkness, with his madness. Because Shane has now discovered a beast in himself and is afraid that the time will come when he will not be able to contain it again. Truth is that every day he repeats himself that you will leave the next one and it never happens and every day the idea of letting you is harder to accept cause he is just an selfish peace of shit.

When evening falls, you barricade yourself in the house and light the fire in what is left of the fireplace, in silence, with brusque gestures that reveal nervousness. Shane kicks out a couple of squirrels and starts quietly skinning them with his knife, like Daryl taught him to do a while back. He throws you one without even looking at you and you sit cross-legged around the hearth, to roast what little meat you can get. You lack real food.

You're hungry and you're tired and you want to cry, but you don't.

Shane would think you're crying for him and it's not like that, really.

You don't care about his reaction, you don't care about his outburst and you don't care that he doesn't talk to you, that he doesn't trust you and that he keeps his distance when you just want human contact. It doesn't matter that he touches your hands and then builds walls between you, that he kisses your neck at night or holds you in your sleep like you are the most precious thing on earth without ever taking an extra step towards you. You don't care about these things, they can't matter when you're experiencing the end of the world, right?

You eat looking down, obviously hungry. Shane instead looks at you chewing slowly. Once finished he leans on his elbows, he sighs watching the fire dance in front of him, then you again, illuminated by the orange light of the flames.

You are pretty. No, you are beautiful.

Shane knows it, he's always known it, but now it's like having an apparition in front of his eyes. You're perfect even now, tired to the point of exhaustion, with dirty hai and badly tied hair while eating a squirrel. You're beautiful and you're the only thing he has. His angel, his savior. And he has no right to desire you, to have you by his side. He has no right to look at you like that. You lift your head crossing his gaze with arched eyebrows

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." he replies unexpectedly. You throw away the remaining bones and clean your fingers as best you can, trying to have a semblance of elegance under his watchful eye. You hug your knees, sinking your face into them. Shane tilts his head, trying to catch your expression. He knows you're on edge and he's terrified of seeing you cry in front of him again, he's not good at that sort of thing anymore. Once, oh, once he was very good but now, now he's afraid of always making mistakes and he prefers not to try for fear of hurting you more. He doesn't want to hurt you, he can't bear the thought of letting anyone else down. He would rather die. And he hates that you have met him now, that you will never know a world where he was just Deputy Shane Walsh, and not Shane Walsh the survivor who tried to kill his best friend, the one who was sleeping with his wife, the one who wanted his family, the leader no one wanted, the hero no one recognized.

Shane Walsh, the villain from someone else's story.

"I'm sorry I made you angry." he adds, with a strange softness in his voice.

It hits you. Usually he would have just waited for your anger to subside and everything would have returned to normal, but something inside him changed and he couldn't say when. Stupid lonely man, stupid weak heart.

"It doesn't matter."You reply. You've almost resigned yourself to always seeming the weakest, it was like this even before, with your group and it's like this now. You want so much to look strong for a moment and show Shane how much potential you have, but after getting chased by a horde of walkers for trying to hunt something for him you think you've lost all hope. A cold shiver runs down your back and you unconsciously try to warm your arm with one hand

"I was a fool." You continue letting out a little sad laugh. You approach the fire with disjointed and awkward movements and he smiles without realizing it, finding your awkwardness terribly cute. He has seen you run miles of tree-lined paths, jump and scramble for survival with extreme ease and then you get stuck at the simplest things. It's sweet. Shane always says your problem is that you your head too much "And you don't use it at all"

He shakes his head, gets up and goes away. You, lost in thought, stare at the fire without wondering where he is going. When he comes back a few minutes later he has a blanket in his hands and sits next to you draping it over your shoulders.

"Thank you..." you whisper. "You must have thought I'm weak." Shane shakes his head again in disagreement

"No." he answers. You nod, holding back tears and rest your head on his shoulder slowly, for fear of a rejection that won't come. Before he can even feel your weight against his body, Shane is already hugging you, squeezing you affectionately. The truth is that he cares about you, he is afraid of losing you because he knows that if he loses you, he loses everything. His purpose is to keep you alive, to find a better place for you. Today he got scared but he never thought of you as weak, after all if you really from walkers, you would have been one of them. The only thought makes him shiver. You don't deserve such a terrible end.

You raise your head with slightly shining eyes and just smile tenderly. "Even if you treat me badly sometimes, I know you're a good person, deep down." you say. Shane looks you in the eye. His gaze is veiled in night yet sparkle with a new light that you have rarely seen in him and that you recognize immediately.

Affection. Devotion. Lust.

Shane wonders how he can hold on, how he can keep you away when you're the only thing keeping him grounded, wonders how he's done it so far because now that you're so close, with your soft skin ready to be kissed, he understands incredibly difficult. He Imagines the sensation of your warm skin under his big hands, the way your nails could dig into his back, the way your little hands would grip his shoulders, the softness of your voice becoming a moan softly begging his name.

He looks away, he'd better never have such thoughts. He couldn't think of you like that, you're... You're still good, still uncorrupted by the new world, still willing to believe there's something good in the world and he doesn't want to screw it up. But you don't care about this, about what he did, what he could do. You care that despite believing himself evil and dangerous, Shane Walsh has always protected you.

He has kept you alive. He has caressed you, with his fingers barely touching you, while the world tried to suffocate you. And you want more now, you want to discover all that Shane Walsh can be and give, you want to discover what it's like to be a part of him. He turns his head towards you again and it's the anticipation of something, the trepidation of a moment, you shiver under his warm and slow touch. His fingertips brush your ears as he brushes the hair away from your face.

"Are you still cold?" He asks. His voice is hoarse, broken. This strong and intrepid man you've seen defeating monsters, now he almost seems to be afraid of you. You grab his hand, he lets himself be guided as you bring it to your lips and kiss his fingertips.

"Y/n" he whispers.

"Don't say we can't, don't say that," you mutter.

"I can't... I don't" You shake your head.

"But do you want, Shane?" He can't deny it, he swallows letting his gaze run between your eyes and your lips, so damn close to his fingers that he feels your warm breath tickling him. "I don't want to hurt you"

You smile. "Let me" You begin "Let me prove to you that you can't hurt me Shane." he remains motionless, closes his eyes, a gesture of surrender as you approach and place a kiss on his cheek, long, then one closer to his lips. You hear him sigh as he grabs you by your hips with his big hand, squeezing the fabric of your sweatshirt.

"Shane" You whisper, moving towards his neck, leaving moist kisses in the way drawn by his veins, you can feel his heart beating and you think that today this is all that matters.

Warm flesh, beating hearts.

You and him.

Shane decides that right now he needs nothing more than to stay here. With you maybe the world will seem a little less awful.

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@summerchild-finn

Hi! Finally saw this reply, and I will absolutely explain.

First of all, I want to be clear that I love Alva. She's a spiritual successor to Megara from Disney's Hercules, and I think she has a very well done arc in the movie. This is not me hating on a canon female character for the sake of gay shipping. I think she and Jesper have great chemistry... I just think Jesper and Klaus have even better chemistry.

Part of that is the nature of the flim: it's a buddy movie, so it's important for the two buddies to bounce off each other and make us believe they're good together--if not romantically, then platonically. I can't say I've watched a lot of buddy movies, but if I were writing one, one of my top priorities would be to make sure the leads worked well together on a base level.

However, if we look more closely at the language of film--how the scenes are laid out, the shots, the cuts, etc--I think the movie starts resembling a romance when it comes to Klaus and Jesper.

(warning, this turned into 3k of film analysis. very long and image heavy. spoilers for klaus, and the discussion assumes youve seen it at least once)

Exhibit A: The Touch

Step one is a base of good chemistry, but then we add in things like Jesper accidentally touching Klaus' broad chest and pulling away quickly (~43 min in):

But that's not the beginning and end of this sequence, otherwise it would simply read more platonic. See, when Jesper firsts lays his hands on Klaus, his eyes travel to his hands. And then he realizes what he's done and glances up at Klaus:

The shot lingers on this quiet moment between them, filled with nothing but touch. And if that was it, well, yeah you'd get people reading it as romantic, but it still could just be platonic as Jesper realizes he's breached the personal bubble of the man he thought was an axe murderer two nights ago. But something happens between Jesper realizing he fumbled over the touch barrier and him pulling away:

A POV shot. Through Jesper's eyes.

When we shift into Jesper's head, we're privy to a full reaction from Klaus. We don't know exactly what's going on in his head, but he's not angry. If anything, he looks quizzical. Part of this is because Jesper doth protest too much about how much he cares about toy delivery, and this mountain man is re-learning social interaction after decades of isolation.

But again, the movie pauses here. It's not a long, long shot, but it is about one second long. That doesn't seem like a lot, but you can fit quite a bit of information in one second of a movie. Furthermore, the entire sequence, from the initial touch to pulling away is a solid 5 seconds. The movie purposefully delays us here, on this moment, to make sure we see them interact in this way.

Let's play Swap the Genders for a second. If Jesper was, idk, Jespina, how would this interaction be different? Theoretically, it's the same actions and the same, surrounding implications of plot context. But we as an audience have been trained to read "boy and girl share brief, awkward touch" as foreshadowing for a romantic future. In all genres, not just romcoms and dramatic romances, though you bet your butt they're extremely deliberate in those. And with how long the movie lingers here, it would absolutely read as romantic if this were m/f.

But Wait There's More!

Exhibit B: Jesper, The Light

At about the 55 minute mark, we get another interesting sequence. By this point, we know that Klaus' store of toys is drying up, and he hasn't been keen on making more. Jesper, meanwhile, is still a few letters shy of being able to go home to luxury, so he gets an idea on how to convince Klaus to make more toys for Christmas.

We see Klaus out chopping wood when the magic wind we saw earlier in the film (that convinced him to go on the initial deliveries), leads him up to his workshop. Once there, he's greeting by a curtain obscuring part of the shop. A lantern within exudes soft, comforting golden light, and we see a silhouette moving.

The silhouette is feminine, from the look of hair pulled back, to the curvy spine, to the soft triangle of the lower body that implies a dress. We're to assume there is woman there, and as the sequence continues, we're led to assume this is a woman Klaus knows.

He starts to approach, a look of surprise on his face. Then we get a close-up that further betrays his want and concern and hope. This is all portrayed without words, by the way. It's just a series of well-executed shots and poignant music. It's an excellent example of how to raise tension via shots when you have a very stoic character. Klaus doesn't really move his face much. He doesn't mug to the camera like a desperate Let's Player to illustrate that he's having Complicated Emotions. Instead, the shot changes intensify. By the time Klaus is ready to see who's behind the curtain, so are we.

And after all that buildup, the feminine figure reaches out and flings the curtain away to reveal...

Twink Supreme.

Klaus is annoyed the silhouette wasn't who he thought it was and gets more annoyed the longer Jesper tries to pitch him on making toys for Christmas. Klaus tries to get him to stop, but he helps himself to the workshop and starts touching things he shouldn't. This culminates when Jesper yanks a sheet off a wall.

He reveals a very dusty fixture with a familiar-looking masculine woodcut, and a less familiar, but notable feminine one. And underneath their slot are completely empty ones. This is the first time the scene has been shunted into darkness since Klaus entered the workshop.

Klaus is horrified at this thing, even though we can surmise he made it himself. This is forbidden, even to him.

He orders Jesper to leave. Jesper obliges, and we follow him back to the post office where he meets up with absolute cinnamon roll Margú and finally decides to help her write a letter so she can get her own toy like the townies. Jesper goes to Alva for help and via the power of pop ballad montage, we see them get a little closer and end the sequence with the letter in hand.

Now, Jesper knows he can't ask Klaus for help making Margú her toy, so he sets off to make it himself despite not being qualified in the slightest. It's the thought that counts, right?

As the ballad ballads on, we get a crossfade from Jesper working by candlelight to Klaus still sitting and brooding in his dark workshop. A crossfade is a type of transition from scene to scene where one picture gradually fades into the next. As we fade from Jesper to Klaus, we get an incredible image:

Jesper is in the forbidden zone. His visage has replaced the dusty, hidden remnants that have been there so long. Moreover, once again, the movie heavily contrasts light and dark. Much like how the curtains obscuring Jesper earlier were the only light in the darkness of the workshop, now again is Jesper the beacon of warmth. A beacon that Klaus has turned away from, much like he did the tree carving before.

Now, I need y'all to put a pin in this. I swear I have a conclusion to this sequence, but I need to talk about something else first.

Exhibit C: The Porch Scene

Klaus eventually shows up to the post office and sees that Jesper made a mess of the woodworking for the gift. He starts fixing it, and the two head out into the night to the nearby Sámi camp/village to deliver Margú's toy. The ballad is still going, by the way, and it rises back up in lyrics and power as the young girl tests out her... snow-windsurfing board? It looks dope. Jesper seemingly for the first time understands the meaning of doing good deeds. Eventually, they return to Klaus' home, all excited from the escapade. Especially Jesper.

As they stable the reindeer, Klaus admits that it's been a long time since he's felt this way, and that "she" used to tease him when he got that doofy smile on his face. Who is "she," Jesper asks.

"My Lydia," he replies.

Klaus recounts how he and his wife found enjoyed their little mountain hideaway. But, he says, it wasn't going to be the two of them for long.

Light blossoms again as we flash back to a younger Klaus and his wife, excited to start their lives together, and very excited to start a family, a large one. At least seven children judging by the niches on the tree. Unfortunately for them, no children came. And then Lydia got sick. And then she was gone. He supposes he lost his way after she died, making birdhouse after birdhouse because she loved birds.

"Then," Klaus says, turning to gaze fondly at Jesper, "you showed up."

He says that he never thought he'd feel this again--"this" of course being the joy of seeing children's faces when they got a new toy he worked hard on. No, "this" doesn't refer to romance, but again, if Jesper were Jespina, we would absolutely be expected to take this as, if not foreshadowing, then barely-subtextual confirmation that there are romantic feelings somewhere in the mix.

But that's not just looking too hard through a queer lens at this interaction. Remember that pin from the previous section? Pull it out and let's discuss. See, the movie, through film language alone, equates Jesper to Lydia.

We were expected to believe the silhouette from earlier was a woman's. A woman who we understood to be important to Klaus. Now, we know that she wasn't just important, he loved her, was married to her. To see her silhouette in Jesper's positions the two as equals if they can so easily be mistaken for each other. Essentially, something about Jesper reminded Klaus of Lydia.

But of course, the movie didn't do this just once.

The movie equates Jesper to Lydia when it crossfades between the post office and the workshop during the breakup sequence. I mentioned that Jesper is the light in the darkness here, but superimposing him over something so important and devastating to Klaus places him squarely within the field of those feelings as well. And once we learn that the carved tree was Klaus and Lydia's wish for family, suddenly Jesper being there in the frame puts him as family.

Now, could you read this as just platonic "found family?" Yeah, absolutely, and the film does a great job doing that later on when the Sámi enter the workshop. But I argue that the movie has gone out of its way several times to specifically equate Jesper and Lydia. These two people are both lights in the darkness for Klaus. They tease him good-naturedly. But most importantly, the porch scene recontextualizes a much earlier scene from being merely mysterious to Lydia outright endorsing Jesper's presence in Klaus' life.

Back around the 30 minute mark, Jesper approached Klaus after a successful day of getting the kids to write letters for toys. He implores Klaus to give away his myriad of toys that're just collecting dust in the workshop. Klaus is seemingly less than impressed, until a strange wind blows in. We see this odd wind several times throughout the movie, and Klaus seems to understand what it wants, despite it not speaking. During the porch scene, we learn that he believes the strange wind is Lydia's spirit keeping him company and giving him a nudge in the right direction if he needs it. At the end of the movie, the wind tells him it's time to let go and to move on. At the point where Jesper is trying to persuade Klaus to do deliveries...

The strange wind circles him in a halo, forcing Klaus to pay attention. The wind's approval--Lydia's approval--is what makes Klaus decide to help deliver the toys beyond the first one.

Essentially, not only does the movie equate Jesper to Lydia through imposing their likenesses over each other and through similar light/dark contrasts, it has her appear in the beginning and straight-up endorse Jesper's entry into Klaus' life.

Exhibit D: "Ah, Young Love!"

This next section is not so much about the homoeroticism as is it why, despite my love for Alva, her canonical romantic entanglement with Jesper pales in comparison to the accidental (?) homoeroticism of Jesper and Klaus.

There's a line that the boatman says about 39 minutes into the film after Alva has a very public, very angry confrontation with Jesper. At this point, the kids are very reward-driven, attending the school-turned-fish shop purely so they can learn to write so they can send a letter so they can get a toy. Alva yells at Jesper about how the violent, constantly feuding families won't stand for their children attending school together. She views his sending the kids to her as a threat to her ability to save up enough money to get away from Smeerensburg forever and pursue her dreams somewhere she'll be useful and appreciated.

After Alva leaves, the smug trickstery boatman says:

"Ah! Young love."

I have always found this line incredibly grating because it's a classic example of Telling rather than Showing. Now, people in recent years have pushed back against that old adage, but there are times you want to show something to the audience rather than just stating it in a straightforward manner. Romantic relationships, for one thing.

As I mentioned at the top of this post, this is a buddy movie between Jesper the Postman and Klaus the future Santa Claus. They are the main characters of the film. Both of them need to carry this movie equally, and the best way to do that is to make sure they have excellent chemistry with each other. The film succeeds at this, and then some.

Alva, on the other hand, is not the main character. She is a major supporting character, and I think the movie would be lesser if she were absent, but her and Jesper's romantic relationship was always doomed to be Told rather than Shown. Because theirs is not the most important relationship in the movie.

I think the film could have done better about this, though. Getting rid of that young love line, for one thing. It's the sort of line you have someone say in the hopes that you can sneak in some romantic foreshadowing for the canonical couple. Unfortunately, it's about as subtle as a brick to the face.

The film seems to be going for a Bad First Impressions/Enemies-ish to Lovers thing with Jesper and Alva, but it really falls flat. They just don't spend enough time with each other for me to believe they're falling in love. Not to say they don't have cute moments. The montage where they help Margú write her letter is really nice, and the film shows Alva scooting closer and closer to Jesper as they hang out more and get to know each other. However, it's a montage, one with a song covering the bits of dialogue we get from them as they work. If the movie wanted to make me believe that Alva and Jesper had as much, if not more, chemistry together than Jesper and Klaus, then they probably should have changed the scene to be less focused on the montage and more focused on them playfully bantering back and forth.

But again, I think the relationship was doomed from the start, purely because Alva is not a main character. They probably would have had to make Jesper the eventual Santa Claus and nix Klaus in order to give Alva the proper amount of room.

(However, I think that would have ended up making the movie a bit too much like Rankin-Bass' stop-motion Santa Claus is Comin' to Town. Think about it: that special starts with a postman narrating about letters; it emphasizes that the question "Why do people write letters to Santa?" will be explored and answered; the main setting is a depressing, grungy town headed by a cartoonishly evil leader; there's a jaded ginger-haired schoolteacher who learns to loosen up and love life again, etc.)

I wish things had been different with Alva, or maybe that they had been allowed a longer runtime to really sell the relationship. As it is, it's fine. It works for what it is. But Jesper and Klaus' relationship is simply deeper, more subtle, and more meaningful.

Conclusion

Thank you for coming to my post about why Klaus is an extremely gay movie despite not being a gay movie. I wish I could wrap this up more academically, but I've made my thesis obvious and I have work at 7:30am tomorrow.

Hope this answers your question!

#klaus movie #klaus (2019) #fandom meta #santa claus #merry christmas

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Fic finder

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1. Hello! Me again, thanks so much for the past help!! I was wondering if you’d help me one more time? I’ve been searching for another specific fic for the last three weeks and no matter the tag combos I can’t seem to find it. Essentially: it’s a one-shot where WWX is having a sort of flashback into being at the burial mounds and hallucinating lan Wanji and Jiang cheng speaking to him. He reveals some things about the three months in the BM, but in the end it turns out he wasn’t actually at there and they where trying to get him out of being influenced by resentful energy. Also lan suzhi is there at the end to help too. If you could help that’d be amazing! @spacy-thoughts

FOUND! warmth by antebunny (T, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Heavy Angst, lots of mentions of dark stuff, the burial mounds as a sentient evil mountain, Temporary Amnesia, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, lots of trash fire angst, Mistaken Identity, Whump, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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2. Hello I am looking for a specific fic where WWX and LWJ get into a fight. WWX comes back from needing some to find LWJ crying because he thought they were done after the fight. The rest of the fic is them making up after the fight. I hope I gave you enough info to go on.

It’s Post cannon, hurt/comfort and not in modern setting. Sorry for the vague description.

NOT FOUND! this is me trying by queen_gee (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Breaking Up & Making Up, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sad with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship)

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3. Hello!!! For the next fic finder please help me find this two fics:

A) A fix it au in which JFM and YZY has a steady relationship, all I remember is a scene where when the wens(?) attacked Lotus Pier madam yu was preggo and gave birth in the middle of it. I think Bicao or SiSi was the one who helped her gave birth.

B) An au from a k-drama that I forgot the title of in which wwx(not him but I aint gonna spoil) accidentally run over a pregnant mxy that ended up in the death of him and the baby, lwj was the baby daddy and decided to have his revenge.

Thankiee~

-♥️-

3A)

FOUND! Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future)

3B)

FOUND! Lie for Love by sether1n3 (E, 69k, WIP, WangXian, WangYu, implied LWJ/Others & WWX/Others, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, endgame wangxian, Mpreg, NOT OMEGAVERSE, hit and run, WWX Goes to Prison, Hurt WWX, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Depressed WWX, Panic Attacks, Bisexual WWX, Grief/Mourning, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Lawyer JC, Not JC Friendly, Bad Sibling JC, Violence, Insecurity, Body Dysphoria, forced seperation, Attempted Sexual Assault, Revenge, Blackmail, Artist WWX, Court, Rich LWJ, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Body Worship, Secret (2013) AU, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn)

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4. hi! i’m looking for a specific fic on A03; it is a casefic and has got to do with the jin watchtowers, specifically this one by the sea which is haunted by the woman ****SPOILER START**** whose husband was killed by the contractor (for demanding worker rights) and LWJ falls into the sea trying to stop WWX from getting killed, and gets very hurt in the process ****SPOILER END***. It has a lot of sea imagery, and involves all the juniors +JC. @thatficwheretheprotagisadog

FOUND? And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (E, 42k, WangXian, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Ghosts, Suicide, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, LWJ whump, Original Character Death(s))

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5. hello! I wasn’t sure if this has been asked, and I did try looking but sorry if I missed it! I’m looking for a fic that was a modern setting, wangxian friends with benefits, only it was more like enemies with benefits bc lan zhan was dead set on not catching feelings for him and he hated that he was starting to. i remember that it opened on a sex scene but that was as far as I got! please help!!!

FOUND? Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You're an Asshole) by piecrust (E, 22k, WangXian, Porn with feelings, College/University)

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6. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian wakes up in Lotus Pier after being injured on a nighthunt (?) that he went on with Lan Wangji and he finds out from Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli that Lan Wangji has died.

However, we later on find out that Lan Wangji is not actually dead but instead someone sent false letters to Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen. The letter Jiang Cheng received had said that Lan Wangji had died and the letter Lan Xichen had received had said that Wei Wuxian had died. So somebody purposefully made Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji think that the other was dead.

I believe there was also a part in the fic where some guy at Lotus Pier kept calling Wei Wuxian 'Wei Ying' and Wei Wuxian kept telling him to stop because only Lan Wangji was allowed to call him that but the guy did it again and Wei Wuxian snapped.

Thank you for your help!

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7. I’m looking for a similar story to one somebody asked two fic finders ago but this one has a little twist

Is a fic where JC managed to wish WWX out of existence (I think it was with an array) and JC and LWJ are the only ones who remember WWX, LWJ tries to confront JC about it but JC won’t tell him how he did it, things happen (I think SSC) and JC needs WWX again, so he asks LWJ to help him bring Wei Ying back, they bring him back and so the story continues

FOUND? The Way It Wasn't by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)

FOUND? Not This Time by Marinelifeclub (M, 93k, WIP, WangXian, SangNing, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Angst, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Resentful WWX, Established Relationship, POV Alternating, Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Minor XuanLi, not for jc fans, eventual 3zun, Kid Fic)

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8. I am absolutely boggled trying to find this fic that I *thought* I'd downloaded onto my reader. Was reminded of it recently by another user who was looking. Basically, it's a modern wangxian AU, where WWX reappears after X time gone/cloud hanging over his head bc of something ppl thought he causes and the Jiang sibs who are some sort of celebs (models? actors?) help him (as does LWJ.) I remember a pool scene where all were hanging out & performing normalcy while press were milling about. @thelima

FOUND! so hot out the box (can we pick up the pace) by sami (E, 20k, XiCheng, WangXian, NHS/JZX, QingLi, Modern AU, Enemies to Lovers, Thirsting, Pining, mostly thirst and dick jokes, a little smut)

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9. Hola! Hope you guys are doing well. This request is for the FicFinder.

I don't remember much, but I think WWX was a Lan probably? There was a scene that I remember: during a lecture in Hanshi, LQR was talking about always being prepared or something like that. It was a topic on talismans I think? So Jin Zixun or someone like that said something about talisman being cheap trick and as cultivators, they don't have much use of it or something? Then LQR asked WWX to show how many talisman he carries on him normally (like everytime everywhere) and the later pulls out bundles after bundles of talisman. Then he's says something like : this is the normal I carry with me every moment. If it's a night hunt, I carry much more than this. @utxqia

FOUND! From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, CSSR & WWX, CSSR & LQR, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, Cángsè Sǎnrén Lives, Madam Lán Lives, Qingheng-jun lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Yīn Iron, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR)

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10. I’m looking for a dimension travel fix where Wei Wuxian is a doctor/engineer in his OG modern dimension but his life goes downhill. He gets transported into a dimension a lot like MDZS time, where cultivation exists and the old Wei Whxian was evil and despised. He doesn’t know Lan Wangji, but over time they fall in love. It’s kind of a time-travel/fix-it in one.

FOUND? Transverse by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 192k, WangXian, ChengSang, ZhuiLing, ZhenYi, Canon-Typical Violence, Dimension Travel, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Enemies to Lovers, Transmigration, Past Lives, Canon-Typical Death, Don't worry - he gets better) although im not 100% on that since i havent read it, i just scrolled through the "dimension travel" tag for a few minutes lol

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11. hello, my lieges. once again, i am looking for this fic where wwx rates sex toys and lwj sends him a lot and he's the only one who got five stars. thank you kindly

FOUND! This Ain’t a Stream (It’s a Goddamn Arms Race) by feenwitch (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Pornstars)

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12. I remember a fic, where post war LWJ is struggling and is accompanied by a a friendly Ghost (aka WWX) or something like that. I’m not exactly sure, but i still know that WWX was dead and LWJ still saw him.

FOUND? asymptotic by chinxe (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Pining)

FOUND? The Cruelty of Fate by Procrastination_Sensation (T, 15k, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Soulmates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor NieLan) Or Asymptotic like the previous recs say, though I'd personally lean for asymptotic, since wwx is described as a friendly ghost

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13. Hello! I need help finding a Wangxian fic. It was kinda post cannon and in it A-Yuan got cursed if I’m right and was turned into a toddler. He spend a week like that and Wei Wuxian gets his chance at seeing Yuan being a happy child. That’s all I can remember, any help would be appreciated @casslastheaven

FOUND? The Heart Always Remembers by thelamespaceace (G, 45k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Deaged Sizhui, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Fluff, Angst, They Love Their Son and He Loves Them)

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14. Hi, can you please find the fics that I think at that time I read at AO3.. I'm not remembering much, only the fact that Wei Wuxian already gave his golden core to Jiang Wanyin, and later Nie Mingjue give Wei Wuxian his Saber, Baxia. Since Wei wuxian can actually control Baxia without qi deviation. I've been searching for months now.

FOUND? Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)

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15. For the next fic finder, I’m looking for a fic that’s set from a Lan Xichen POV. It’s A/B/O, and he goes to get some paperwork from the Jingshi, only to find a naked omega in his brother’s bed, (Wei Wuxian, though LXC doesn’t know who he is because the author heavily implies this is outsider pov of a time travel fixit) then LWJ comes back. LWJ growls for the first time in LXC’s hearing, who comes to the abrupt realization his brother is terrifying & just didn’t care about growling previously @any-mouse

FOUND! 💖 Disruptions by mondengel (logged in only) (M, 3k, wangxian, ABO, mating cycles/in heat)

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16. Hi! Could you help me finding this fic? In this fic, a-yuan is sick and wen qing said that only cultivation gentry have resource to heal a-yuan. So wwx walk to cloud recesses to beg them heal a-yuan. Lwj meets them (wwx and a-yuan) and he take care wwx while wwx take care of a-yuan. Long story short a-yuan is healthy again and wwx ask lqr and lxc for them to adopt a-yuan but his request refused and instead the lans bring the wen remnant to cloud recesses

There is a quote that make want to read it again. More or less it was like this "in the absence of hanguang-jun, he (a-yuan) is my light".

I have a feeling that fic has been deleted. But i still hold a hope for the reverse. Thank you

FOUND! the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 38k, WangXian, Canon Divergence)

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17. Hello! 😊 Please will you help me find this fic? I have vague memories of it being AOB and WWX was at an omega training school(?) but he wasn't very good at it so never expected to be picked? Then LXC comes to find a match for his brother. There's a dance test that wwx messes up but I think LXC found it endearing? Then WWX played the dizi for the talent portion. Not sure if it was a WIP but the last thing I remember was WWX having a private chat with LXC in the school office.

FOUND? Rattling our cages by danegen (E, 69k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, but like polite, Slow Burn, Pining while fucking, so much hair combing, wwx has a vagina, POV WWX, no yin iron or wars or plot really, Canon Era, spiders--see the notes)

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18. Do you know an AU about wei ying being adopted by hualian and then if I can remember lan qiren, yu ziyuan, jiang fengmian, and others went to ghost city together with lan zhan and jiang cheng and then after they came back hualian tasked the other gods to remove their memories of their trip to the ghost city and only lan zhan fully remembers it because he was the so called wife of the prince wuxian?

Hello Fic Finder! In regards with the story that I was asking for help to find which is #42 on your list. I already know the title and author of it but it is already deleted. The title of the story is Crown Prince of Heaven and Ghost City by bluemoonstarlight if you have a copy of it can I ask for a copy because I badly want to read it.

SIMILAR! Crown Prince Hua Wuxian by Bluemoonstarlight (G, 19k, WIP, WangXian, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, JFM and YZY Bashing, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, JYL Lives, Cultivator JYL, Supportive JYL, Protective JYL, Good Sibling JC, Protective JC, HuaLian Adopt WWX, Canon Divergence, Fantasy, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Sunshot Campaign, Grandpa JW, Grandma MNQ, Abusive JFM, Abusive YZY, Grandma BSSR, BSSR is WWX's Grandparent, WWX is BSSR's Disciple) good news! Bluemoonstarlight has posted a revised version of that story under the title Crown Prince Hua Wuxian. (Whether the revision is to your liking is your call, but at least you’ve got *something*).

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19. Please help me find this fic.

Wangxian are soulmate or engaged i can't remember but wwx wear a mask all his life because there is a prophecy or something that he is supposed to remove after marrying lwj but lwj tell wwx that he should never remove it. Qingheng-Jun is alive and being creepy. Wangxian have a soul bond. Lwj act very distant towards wwx who keep trying to make their relationship work. There is war and wwx adopt twin son a-yuan and a-yi. Wwx returns to cr they pressure him into a ritual to remove resentful energy wwx asks lwj to do it. During ritual he start bleeding and is about to die. When he wake up after lxn scold him and accuse him of hurting lwj they kick him out and forbid him from seeing his children. He goes to yilling and take in mxy and xy. It's a ongoing and very angsty.

there is a scheming lan or jin woman who keep provoking wwx. Jin zixuan is lwj's best friend. There is some secret that everybody knows but don't tell wwx. @anee-choudhary

the-last-d-boy: i think #19 was a deleted story by wangxianist :/

imstillthinkingaboutithmm: #19 is price to pay by wangxianist. It is deleted.

I have a copy of the fic, if it is okay i can share it

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20. hello mods! i am looking for a canon divergence wangxian fic, where lan qiren is evil. he loathes wei ying and wants to hurt (kill?) wei ying. if i remember correctly, he traps wei ying in a room by acting as if he is cursed. wei ying tries to help him but instead he hurts wei ying. lan zhan finds out about what his uncle has done. in the end wangxian end up together and lan qiren is punished by being isolated. i read this fic around feb to march 2022. thank you in advance! :)

hello! i am number 20 in the Jan 26 2023 fic finder. thank you for these evil lan qiren fic details! yes that is the fic i am looking for! hope someone can help me find it :)

Ahh I know #20 on the most recent Fic Finder but I can't recall the name. iirc Lan Qiren lures Wei Wuxian to the Hanshi by saying Sizhui was in trouble. WWX sends LWJ an image of a butterfly, their symbol for LSZ, through their mental link. Hope this helps someone find it!

FOUND! And Be the Moon That Moves Your Tide by Milk_Tea_Fantasy (E, 17k, WangXian, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Omega LWJ, Alpha WWX, Panic Attacks, Pining, Weddings, Praise Kink, caretaking kink, Bathing/Washing, Subspace, Bottom LWJ, Submissive LWJ, Service top WWX, PTSD, Loss of Virginity, Porn with Feelings, Enthusiastic Consent, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Crying During Sex, soul bonds, angry wedding planner JC, Nesting, Non-Consensual Touching, it's not sexual don't worry, Intersex Omegas)

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For a Minute - Oliver / MC - Oliver sticks up for Ellie after Dylangate. (2.5k+)

Oh, Paw-lease - Andy / OC - Cass is having a day, and the fact that the hot vet gets to witness every bit of it? Great. Just great. (4.9k+)

Shoot Your Shot - Lewie / MC - He sees her in the crowd, she makes quite the impression. Will he ever find her? (4.2k+)

The colour that you are - Rocco / OC - His aura is a mess. Luckily, Freya can see that. (3.1k+)

Three in the morning - Bobby / OC - Pretty nurse meets cute catering guy. He's determined to win her over. Damn. She kind of wants to let him. (3.5k)

Cabernet Sauvignon - Jake / Talia / MC - Jake comes for a visit. Talia and Zoe decide he needs a new experience. It backfires. (4.3k)

Customer Service - Marshall / MC - Marshall's dream car pulls into the garage. His dream girl is in it. (6.4k+)

Dasvid Anya- Finn / MC - Finn's exhibitionist kink that Anya's only too happy to indulge. (1.5k+)

Electromagnetic - Carl / OC - Carl's a Star Trek captain, and likes to experiment with the holodeck. (3k+)

Everything else is enthusiasm - Tom / MC - Tom's a little nervous about his first time with Felicity... but it turns out, he's got no reason to be. (2.1k+)

Filthy - Andy/Hamish/Marshall / MC - Alexis hasn’t found what she’s looking for in the villa. Maybe Casa will be… more her speed. (8.8k+)

Finn-ish- Finn / MC - Keira gets the shower scene we all deserved (2.4k)

FINNOCENT - Finn / MC - Finn sticks up for Erin after Alfie cheats on her. Then, it's time for sexy, sexy revenge. (3k+)

Follow your instincts - Tai / OC - Rugby coach Tai is having a crisis of confidence. He needs to do things his way. Luckily, one of the referees is happy to reassure him - he's got good instincts. (3.1k)

The French Connection - Bruno / MC - Bruno's got a French lingerie model for a roommate and it goes exactly as you'd expect. (10.5k+)

He was sure - Oliver / MC - Oliver doesn't rush into making things physical. But when he's ready, he's... ready. (2.5k+)

IGFBSGITMPAAIGWTFWAM - Finn / MC - Saoirse's got a front row spot and she'll do anything to keep it. (1.5k+)

if I get burned, at least we were electrified - Alfie / MC - Alfie's done with walking on eggshells. He wants her, and he's going to have her. (3k+)

I just wanna love you, baby - Alex/MC Every time they'd had the opportunity to 'do bits', Alex had… done the honours. Well, now, it was his turn. (4.7k+)

Jets- Roberto / MC - Sexy pilot has an interesting idea in the hot tub (3.2k+)

Lady Grifferley's Lover - Noah / OC - Noah & Bronte are audiobook narrators. The book gets spicy. (6.8k+)

Let me be your woman - Ozzy / OC - Ozzy's celebrity fling in the dance studio (5k+)

Measure Twice, Cut Once - Alex / OC - Alex moves slowly. He's waiting for the right girl. But what happens when he finds her? (8k+)

Men of Particular Interests - Noah / Bobby / Lucas - Noah & Lucas meet Bobby in a BDSM bar. They've finally met their match. (3k+)

Mrs Robinson - Felix / Dylan's Mum - It's his lucky day. (4.5k+)

Repetition. - Jake / OC - Professor Wilson is trying to grade papers, but Adriana's got something else in mind (1.7k+)

Tom's Game - Tom / Priya - Nasty, privileged fuckboy Tom meets his match in the villa. (3.5k+)

#masterlist #navigation #Oneshots #mbs #mrsbsmooth #litg ff #litg fanfic #litg fanfiction

[optiwashere]

this is your local fanfic writer in her natural morning habitat:

Wrapped in a blanket, listening to the new Sulphur Aeon, and writing silly modern AUs nobody asked for while trying to figure out how much additional smut she should write today before she has to go be an adult and clean and make her living space somewhat presentable. Disgusting.

Notes on my current projects under the break...

Chapter [spoiler] of the AU is ~6k but not necessarily finished. I may go back to add more smut, or add more build up, or add more aftermath. I like the ending it currently has, but we'll see.

Chapter [spoiler+1] of the AU is still way, way early in the drafting stage, but the fic as a whole is edging towards "comfortable to start posting" in terms of buffer chapters! This is so that I can write the AU while ALSO writing one-shots whenever I feel like it. I have an important thematic thread to weave in here, so this one will likely take a bit longer to get through.

On the modern AU front, and a sillier note, I have the first "Metal Shadowheart, but She's Secretly a Big Softie who Listens to Softly Sung Singer-Songwriter Music" playlist pretty much finalized. If I decide to keep doing these, the genres will evolve to reflect the AU. It's a stupid idea, but I love stupid ideas.

An Asheera/Shadowheart adventure-y, "wow you look hot after fighting" "no u" battlewives, explicit as all hell fic is at like 8k because I had to put in some emotional hurt/comfort at the end after all the violence and gratuitous amounts of oral sex. It might get even longer because I want more build, more sex, more fighting, and more aftermath. This thing could hit 10k, I really don't know with how it's turning out lmao. Needs an editing pass and whatever the fuck expansions I make to it.

The sequel to Burning Hands is written but I think it needs some tweaking before I post it. Roughly 3k in length. Maybe Karlach will finally get what she wanted? This could use some light expansion, and I know it needs line editing + more well-watered prose. Once that's fleshed out, it'll be ready to post (next week?)

Another Minthara/Lae'zel in the vein of "Minthara doms Lae'zel into the fucking dirt" is in the ideation phase. I have the general A to B to C planned out, but no writing is there yet. Won't be done for some time, sadly.

Nocturne/Shadowheart in the extreme early works. Like, basically it's just me trying to figure out how I want to write Nocturne in smut. Do I even make it graphic? This one won't be out for a while, for sure.

Word count progress for the week: 17, 663

Haven't been able to do much reading. I still need to finish Blood Bride by @raedmagdon and I'm always on my quest to sort Shadowheart/Female Character fics by no-comments and read all of those.

#random rambling about writing #anotheropti fanfiction mind soup #yeah that's a sensible tag #I think this could be fun? #whether I keep up with it on a regular schedule is another story lmfao #the rest of these tags are deranged posting #the fucking IA IA chants are so hot on this Sulphur Aeon album #and whoever is doing that Warrel Dane impression on the title track? I have deeply unclean thoughts #the title track of this album belongs to the genre I like to call 'blackened death metal to fuck to' #it just has that energy you know #that rhythm and atmosphere? you know the one #it ain't called a pulsing rhythm for nothing

[bonesandthebees]

I just got around to reading the new chapter, so here’s random reactions I saved in my notes so I wouldn’t forget (two parts)

(Wilbur tried to imagine what Phil would say. How Phil would look at him after he learned what he did.)

Wf flashbacks I might re-read the fight scene again

(“Like, I thought I could read you pretty well even with the blindfold on, but now it’s, like, too easy but not at the same time.”)

It’s because he’s so expressive but has a permanent sad face that masks everything else :((((

(“I mean you kinda look like you’re about to start crying, but you also look like you just took a shot of moontane and you’re trying not to be a pussy about it but you really wanna spit it out.”)

LMFAOOOO

(“If we go to Jack’s room are we gonna find out he’s gone missing in the middle of the night?” Techno tried to joke.)

HELP I love techno, you always capture his one liners so well, and they’re always so hilarious

(Wilbur couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to look at his own face either right now.)

I don’t even have words for this part but it stood out to me. I feel like Spruce is my new matpat, and whenever I see a line that looks like it could be significant I turn to them to tell me what it is immediately. Thankfully we’re working with religious trauma rather than dead children this time.

(“Because I want to talk to the Pythia alone,” Phil said, carefully watching him as he said his title.)

So no sandduo?? *throws phone* 😾 /j

(His breathing hitched as he cut himself off, the blood roaring louder in his ears. He wrapped his arms around his chest, gasping as he fought for air. - “I just feel so fucking useless,” He murmured, curling in further on himself. - but it has to be me. I’ve failed at my purpose for existing,)

WILB,,,,,

The angst is delicious but at what cost

Reminds me of the only time I ever ate in New Jersey. We went to Olive Garden, I ordered one of my favorite foods, I ate too much, puked it all up, got back to the table and wanted more of it bc it was really good food. Then we left NJ.

(“But that’s what I’m supposed to do,” he whispered. “That’s what I was created for.”)

I- I don’t even know what to say,,, these two sentences fill me with so many emotions

(“I can’t tell you much right now, but it won’t be long before things start moving very quickly.)

Oh???

(know m-” - your name?”)

YOUR NAME?? LIKE STRI-💥💥💥

But also yes wilbur it’s /your/ name 😭😭

(I might not know your name)

Is he gonna,,, do I dare hope

(Phil gave him a small smile. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready, mate.”)

IS HE

Dammit

I do 100% believe that Phil is next on the name reveal list though

Watch me say that and the next person will be someone I didn’t expect at all, like Ponk or Sam or something

(1/2)

- 🪐

hello hello ty for the reactions these are always fun

well it's partly that he looks very sad without the blindfold bc he just has Sad Victorian Child Eyes but also tommy has learned how to read him with half his face covered. now he gets too much information at once compared to what he's used to dealing with, so he's second guessing his own judgement because he doesn't know how wilbur shows emotion through his eyes. does that make sense? idk. I'm tired. I wrote over 3k words today.

lol thank you I have so much fun with techno's one liners. so many fics make him super serious which is such a missed opportunity bc techno cracks jokes all the time in canon!! let him make awkward one liners it's a very important part of his character

LMAO yes ty spruce for pointing out so many important lines

i'm sorry you puked at a NJ olive garden but also the irony there is that the last time I ate an olive garden was also when I was in NJ. I also don't live in NJ.

he'll tell phil when he's ready :)

#ask #saturn anon #glass ch 22 #through a glass divine #vomit mention

[docholligay]

Detective Pony

This was my May review, sponsored by @coolerthancats  it tips the scales at more than 3k words and eventually I had to just make (SPOILER) and (SPOILER) what I was doing so that I could finish. I was somewhat apprehensive about picking this up but as it turned out I did in fact have a thing or two to say

Non-spoiler:

You know, for these not-spoiler things, its’ always a little rough to try and distill and get across something in a way that would lead people to either read or not read it. Always. 

That being said, I’m not sure I’ve ever read a thing that is as impossible to define as Detective Pony. Even if I decided to go whole hog and spoil te whole thing, I’m not sure I could make any of it make any more sense in a condensed form. 

Detective Pony is a fanfic of the Pony Pals series, in particular the novel, as you might imagine, Detective Pony. It goes off the rails fairly quickly, and while it begins in an extremely weak toilet humor divergence, it eventually goes in to the nature of creation, the responsibility of the creator, and the what it means to be real. Jumping from chapter one to chapter, say, ten, would be a hell of a kind of whiplash. 

I’m not sure I recommend it wholesale, and I’m not even sure I LIKED it, as a work, but I love a lot of the ideas it plays with, and I do think it was worth reading, at least for me. So, if you haven’t read it, it is, at least, free and very easy to get and if you have any interest in postmodern fiction, you may as well give it a shot. 

SPOILERS BELOW

Before I get into this, I need to say that I was only made aware...I think midway through watching the show of it, that Detective Pony was based on Homestuck. I have never seen nor read nor anything, to do with Homestuck. Except, I suppose, this. So whatever I come to on Detective Pony will be sola scriptura. 

Also before I get into this: Because of the very nature of this story, it’s necessary for me to separate the author within and without the work. So whenever I say “The author” I mean the character/Dirk, and whenever I say “The writer” I mean the human being who committed this story to page. Okay. 

You know what it reminds me of…and I might even like it better, which I am sure will cause someone to remove my literature degree from orbit, is House of Leaves. It has the same sense of unreality, the same type of postmodernist feels, and the use of academic style on conversation to sort of…take the piss out of academic style and conversation. I know House of Leaves is considered a masterwork (And this isn’t me trying to discredit House of Leaves) but I think Detective Pony has a lot of the same markers to it and could be taken as seriously as it, if one really wanted to crack it open. 

And I will say I think this makes it weaker to see as a youtube series than to read. Was this was given to me, I assumed I’d rewatch the youtube series, but I found reading it to not only be easier, but honestly more enjoyable and better expressed the sense of the story and the text falling apart under scrutiny. I watched it first, but I think the better experience is to read it. 

I appreciate the way that it broke down some of the more poetic things, even as a person who enjoys those sort of things. So for example, in chapter three, something that made me laugh out loud, Acorn and Minos are going back and forth about the nature of the Acorn, and in response to a jab about getting eaten by a squirrel, Acorn says that if it chooses, the acorn may sprout through the stomach and--

“No it can’t, that’s not how seeds work. And you know as well as I do that’s not the point. Why are you pretending to be that which you are not?” 

And this is sort of, as I type it out, a perfect summation of so much of the work, and how it threads the needle back and forth, in its best moments, between the serious and the silly, tearing down these metaphorical ways of expressing ideas and then immediately heading back into the larger questions being asked by the work. 

In chapter five, it begins tipping its hand to what eventually will become a main crux of what its talking about--inserting the author in the story, what it means to play God, what we owe creation--and it does it all with a near-throwaway joke, when it decides to separate itself from the frankly annoying jokes about Pam and her alcoholism, and refuses to let her be drinking alcohol out of her thermos, and hot soup instead. I think it ends up determining that we do owe our characters the right to be themselves, and in a way it could almost be taken, though I do not think this is the intention even slightly or remotely, as an argument against fanfic that changes some of the essential nature of the characters, which I am very pro, being as so many things fanfic is written from are, as they say in the old country, fucking stupid. 

References to Dante: The first time I watched this, I literally said out loud: “Is that fucking terza rima?” and it is. It is. IN all of the effort I have ever made in writing my fanfiction, I’m not sure I ever would have thought to reference a work by pattern like that, or maybe I would so long as it wasn’t something so terrifically complicated to work with. Granted, it’s not very long but as a survivor of a CW Poetry class (Doc, you wrote poetry? In that I committed words to paper and was graded for them, sure! It was not QUITE the shitshow nightmare that Playwriting was for me, but BOY was it a struggle) I was still impressed. 

This isn’t the first novel, and it won’t be the last, where an intense amount of ideas and structure will come from the Inferno--it’s one of the most influential works in the Western canon*-- but I love the way it just doesn’t reference it, but it leverages the reference as a weapon against the controlling character, having Anna use her role as Beatrice (and I am not sure I agree that I think Beatrice could do this, but I’m willing enough to hear the argument that it doesn’t bother me at all within the story) to gain control over Minos and Dirk, who I SUPPOSE I’ll call the antagonists of the piece. At least temporarily and in a sense, depending on how we feel about the ending. 

The author:  Man, I love the part in the end of chapter five, where it started off telling some stupid joke about Pam’s alcoholism and then decides not to do that, and goes into this whole idea about what we owe or characters, and what the author is even doing here. The author talks about how when he started, it was intentionally melodramatic and turgid, but now he’s not sure what he’s doing. Now he’s afraid this might be actually a way he’s writing to work through his demons, and that he an no longer tell if he’s sincere or putting things on. I think that this is probably the thing that speaks most to me, as a person obsessed with the idea of the writer as character and what that means for us. So many writers think of themselves as outside the narrative, but when you’re the one moving the action, your worldview can’t help but come into it

And so, that being true, can’t it be that the world in which we live is only a reflection of God’s fucking priorities? Us having been created by him, in his image, if you believe that sort of thing, aren’t our failures and cruelties and failings just his, repackaged? Are we helping God work out his bullshit in the way we work out our bullshit on each other? 

Even in this, the author is both the God of this world and prey to it--in Chapter 8, he references Betancourt and the inevitable outcome of convincing her to destroy Acorn. But just as quickly, he admits that Betancourt is only who he has written her to be, and in this way, he’s referring what could happen to himself as we continue on this deconstruction of this text, while also directly calling out what a very common postmodernist take ON this story would be. 

I’m just gonna call this section “Speaking of fucking Derrida”: So fun fact, I actually fucking hated my lit crit class. I think this may come as somewhat of a surprise given that I literally majored in The Study of Literature, but Lit study is a lot of things! It’s history, it’s technique, it’s analysis, but it is also unfortunately, criticism**. And this isn’t me being one of those whiny ass bitches going “How dare they make me study things that relevant to the field I apparently care about” but I just want to put it out there. 

Anyway whoever the fuck wrote this clearly also has some kind of background in criticism and theory, and while, I am so sorry that happened to you, that’s exactly where the writer gets this whole idea in chapter 7 with speaking as reading, writing and reading as being meaningfully the same, is fucking Derrida!! Derrida has this whole thing about genesis and when I read the bottom of page 51, I flashed back immediately to sitting in that class and losing my mind. And it isn’t just that, there’s references ot Barthes, some pretty in depth conversation about deconstruction of the text, etc. It’s the kind of philosophy, frankly, that I’m just not into. This isn’t a sin (That I am currently both writing and reading) against Detective Pony, per se, but I am right there with Acorn when, in the next line, he goes, “What in the Christ-shitting fuck are you talking about?” which was basically how I experienced 75% of my Lit Crit class, if you follow with, “and is there any reason other than intellectual masturbation?” 

But I mean, seriously, I genuinely need to know what kind of formal education this writer has, because the things and ideas referenced here are very very specific critical ideas, and unless you’re a literature or philosophy major, or just a fucking weirdo, these are not ideas you’re likely to have come into contact with. And I mean, I guess the point is to both take down the absolute elitist level of self-pleasure people get from discussing these ideas that I have very very fucking strong feelings on, but also, at the same time is it not REWARDING those of us who know this inane bullshit? I mean, who among us doesn’t like to feel like a special girl and get their head patted for being ‘in the know’? It’s the whole reason elitism EXISTS. 

And eventually Anna has no choice, before in a sense, destroying him, but to call him on that, to make it clear that all this high-minded language is meant to do is to separate the reader from the actual idea, something that actually bars human connection more than it helps it. And even having this higher-level education, I don’t necessarily disagree. There’s no reason, for example, to use intradiegetic and extradiegetic when you could use in or out of universe, or in or out of narrative, both of which are easily understandable to most English speakers. And there’s for sure no fucking reason to reinvent literary terminology by using the absolutely fuck-stupid words Doylist and Watsonian, which is a bunch of people with no literature education deciding that they do want gatekeeper vocabulary, but also don’t want to open a book long enough to discover these words actually exist. Talk about things that are my fucking killswitch. 

Which makes me think of, and leads me to, my next subject:

Pharmakon: LORD, the whole fucking pharmakon thing ahah. I do get it, I’m not stupid, so when he’s referring to this idea of the poison and the cure, he’s talking about the work itself, but more than that, he’s talking about his own insertion in the work, and the earlier references to sincerity, honesty, and the contract of creation. 

And part of that, which occurred to me as I was watching it but rang even still truer in written form, is this tension between actual intelligence and depth and this faux-depth, you know what I’m talking about, it’s Evangelion, it’s that one guy from your college class. One thing I really enjoyed about this book is that it brings up the question, repeatedly, of “Is this legitimate analysis, or am I talking out my ass?” and then refuses to answer that, I think because the author-as-character doesn’t himself know, and maybe even the writer of the work. Maybe, instead, it’s both. Maybe it is in fact asking us questions about our own lives, or maybe it’s a bunch of fucking references just slapped together, and maybe which it is changes based on the situation or the moment. 

Actually, the weakest parts of the book are when it falls back to the toilet humor, and I will say that until I fucking drop--whenever it gets into “shitting everywhere” or Pawneee being drunk or whatever, I roll my eyes. BUT, but, I wonder if part of what that intensely fucking annoying plot point is doing is reminding us that this is, in some ways, a childish work, both in its literal source material and in the “humor” and “wisdom” of the creator. Not letting us think that just because we’re writing in terza rima and making Derrida jokes that this is, in whole and entire, an ELEVATED work. In being the poison and the cure, it is both high and low literature

There are so many good lines in this, especially about writing

“...he resorts toi weird bullshit in the hope that no one will notice its masking incompetence” Every writer who’s ever done something with odd structure or wording: Sucks teeth. I count myself in that sucking teeth thing--I think most writers have a form of imposter syndrome, I know I often am like “I’m a bad writer and also not good. Anything good I ever wrote was long ago” and that may or may not be true, but I think this messaging hits very close to the heart for a lot of writers who try experimental things. Certainly there are plenty who are up their own ass, but there are also plenty who wonder if they’re covering for lack of skill in the classic way. 

“Why is that text ‘right’? It’s the original one sure, but why does originality have any moral value attached to it?” --me saying ‘my city now’ about all my blorbos. 

Actually, I suppose while we’re on writing, let’s talk about the end of this book, because I think the end of this book really about writing, and about taking the text and committing violence against it to serve your own means. Putting yourself in your writing is sold as a positive, and I don’t think the story is necessarily saying that it is a negative, but I think what it ends up coming down on is that your characters and your text deserve to be more than a way for you to work out your demons and fucking study yourself. That we have total control over the narrative, and so, we can only remove ourselves so much FROM that. Even when we “give up” control, can we really? And what does that make us as both creator and destroyer? 

Anyway, I have a million others things I could talk about or say but tis is already much longer than it was meant to be while still feeling like I have not really reached a conclusion and am also trapped in a labyrinth of my own making. But, unlike Dirk, I can make the choice to leave it without having my narrative literally have to rise up against me, and I have to finish getting the parts in place for a vacation. 

*Later on I am going to speak about how studying a field means that sometimes you have to have a comprehensive knowledge of things you don’t like. I think of this whenever I hear a literature major complaining about having to read the Western canon. Like, you are studying the field over time. We can argue, not incorrectly, that how the canon was formed is annoying, but like…Hemingway was HUGELY influential to modern literature, to bring in an author I do genuinely dislike. You have to have an understanding of how we got here, and because of political, social, and historical realities, that involves reading a lot of dead white men. This why some schools, like the one I attended, allow you to have a concentration, like a minorlet, in some different kinds of Literature, without having a separate degree. Anyway, you should be arguing about reading MORE, and broadening our base as scholars of the craft, rather than replacing SHIT YOU SHOULD KNOW. I am utterly unimpressed and completely understand why it is considered a puff degree every time I talk to an English major who doesn’t understand references to fucking Steinbeck or Bronte or Dostoyevsky. You do, in fact, have to read a lot, including things you do not care for to have a broad understanding and appreciation of how literature is CRAFTED and historically steered. Anyway, read Dante, bitches. 

**THis is not the same as broad analysis, like, for example, what I do in liveblogs or what I’m doing here. I love that shit. It’s also not COMPLAINTS, which unfortunately is what the internet thinks when you say things like “Be critical of your media” when what that really meant was to engage with it meaningfully and thoughtfully, some of which, ironically, is fucking elided over time by the tendency to complain about media in these black and white, right and wrong terms and so we FIND FAULT instead of CRITIQUE anyway all this to say: Criticism, as I am speaking of it here, is the field of how to think about things, and, regrettably, a lot of French fucks masturbating furiously onto paper

#doc reads #I guess???

[unrealwasteland]

Tom Cruise fic recs

If someone had told me a year ago that this is what I'd be reading in 2023, I probably wouldn't have believed them. Anyway, here I am with a list of some of my favorite RPF fics.

This list is pretty PWP-heavy and includes mostly bottom!Tom because I'm predictable like that. There are a few different pairings, but they're all m/m. No archive warnings apply to any of these fics.

With you, I'm already winning by Fuddlewuddle 4k, E Tom Cruise/Miles Teller, secret relationship, semi-public sex, belly bulge

Tom and Miles go to the Oscars. The ceremony goes on for so long, no one is going to miss them for a few awards while they go to the bathroom together. Just as long as they're back for the Best Picture award, it'll be fine. Miles isn't sure he'd be able to stop himself, even if it wasn't.

Oscars fix-it! This was lovely and really hot.

Kinkmeme fill: Asphyxiation by anonymous Not rated/E Tom Cruise/Miles Teller, asphyxiation, unsafe kink

Prompt: Tom has a thing for Miles' hands. It's only a matter of time before he asks Miles to choke him in the bedroom.

This kinkmeme fill is short but amazing. It's extremely well written and the characters are very believable.

all we are is indestructible by yellowdressilsa 4k, E Tom Cruise/Chris McQuarrie, wingfic

Chris always wears his wings up and out of the way - Tom finally gets him to let them down.

Somehow an AU where they have wings just makes so much sense for them. I love the intimacy of this.

so come take my hand, come on by notyourwinter 1.5k, E 🔒 Tom Cruise/Chris McQuarrie, shower sex

Tom would stay in the gym forever if McQ let him. McQ doesn't intend to let that happen.

Chris taking care of Tom is just so sweet, I want to live in this fic.

reading about yourself on a plane by yellowdressilsa 2k, E 🔒 Tom Cruise/Chris McQuarrie, topping from the bottom

Tom looks at him a moment; his expression is unreadable but then again, Chris isn't wearing his glasses. "You want to have sex?" Tom asks finally.

I think this was the first Tom/McQ fic on AO3. 10/10, absolutely perfect.

Truth or Dare by anonymous 3k, E 🔒 Tom Cruise/Miles Teller, armpit kink, boot worship, praise kink

"Truth or dare." "No!" Tom said decisively, waving his finger at Miles. "I'm way too old for that." "I'm also too old." Miles shrugged. "But it will be fun! We'll get to know each other, and all that."

This is really hot, I love the praise kink (and so do they).

Turn it on, knock me up, turn me loose by yellowdressilsa 2.5k, E 🔒 Tom Cruise/Glen Powell, pregnancy/breeding kink, top!Tom

Tom probably means "I wish I could have carried them" as an offhand comment, but it starts a wildfire in Glen.

I know I keep saying this about every fic on this list, but this is super hot.

twice as sweet as money earned by Saturn 5k, E Tom Cruise/Paul Newman, first time bottoming, praise kink

Tom could pretend he doesn't understand what Paul is offering but there is no denying the meaning behind Paul’s proposition. They’ve been building toward this for weeks. Tom’s not certain what the details entail, and he’s not sure he wants what’s on offer, but he still manages to sink his next four shots. It’s about options. While filming The Color of Money, Paul teaches Tom far more than he anticipated.

This is the only fic on this list with younger Tom, and I just adore how he's written here. And of course I love how Paul takes care of him.

#how do i even tag this #tom cruise #tom cruise fanfiction #actor rpf #real person fiction #fic rec #this list is for 'no archive warnings apply' fics but there are some well written darker fics out there as well #if anyone's interested i think i have a couple bookmarked on ao3

[lovegoodlane]

Request: can u make perverted fred or George weasley where like he gets hard when he accidentally saw readers panties or bra then eventually a smut and later on fluff?. Thank u!! (you can ignore this if u want)

A/N: Ahhhh!!!!! My first request! I got this forever ago before I fell off the face of the earth because of work and college :/ I hope I do this justice :) Do feel free to put in requests for one shots. Enjoy! Love, b

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Peeping in Potions

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Warnings: Sexual content (peeping?, oral sex [female receiving], fingering, vaginal sex)

Words: 3k

Fred and George were in Potions together, causing mischief as usual. This was nothing new for them, and weekly detention was commonplace during their years at Hogwarts. The school year had just begun, so the students were still settling in to their new classes and routines.

The twins were fooling around by turning the sprigs of lavender they had laid out on their desk into mice, unleashing them onto the floor of the classroom. They watched with glee as their fellow students shooed the mice away, or even ran away screeching.

This was a harmless prank compared to some of the things that they had pulled in the past. They had quite the reputation at Hogwarts, and they intended to keep their reputation by starting out Sixth Year with a bang.

Fred watched as a mouse scurried up to the table that you were working at, but you were distracted with your work, looking down into your cauldron. The mouse began crawling up your shoe, clawing the frilly socks sticking out of your loafers. You reached down to scratch your ankle, but a small gasp left your lips as you noticed the mouse.

"Aw, hi there, darling," you said to the mouse, getting up from your seat.

The mouse had detached from your shoe, and instead sniffed your bag that was propped against the leg of your desk. You bent down, carefully scooping up the small creature in your hands.

Fred had been watching you this entire time, hoping that he would get a reaction out of you from the mouse prank. His jaw dropped as you bent over.

Your movement exposed your white lace panties, even if it was only for a moment. You had grown over the summer, gaining most of your height in your legs. Your skirts from last year were a tad too short, but you hadn't had time to get new ones yet.

Fred's cheeks began to burn. He knew that you had not meant for him to see your panties, but he couldn't help himself. He had fancied you for the past year, but his crush manifested in teasing you senseless. You two had never had any interactions that could be deemed as romantic, but yet his feelings still persisted. 

He knew it was wrong to be turned on by what he had seen, but he couldn't help it. Fred tried to calm himself, taking slow and deep breaths. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to focus on something else. That's when he noticed it.

His pants felt tighter than they did when class started, and now he knew why. He had an erection growing in his pants, an involuntary reaction to seeing so much of your bare flesh. He shook his head at himself, feeling even more embarrassed than before.

"Y'alright, Fred?" George asked, leaning his elbow on the table to peer over at his twin.

"Uh, yep. Just gonna....use the loo," Fred stuttered out, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the room.

The whole class turned, hearing Fred's sudden exit. You saw only his back and his fiery locks as he left the room in a seemingly frantic state. You had been friends with the twins ever since your first year at Hogwarts, so of course you were concerned. You peered over at George, shooting him a concerned glance.

Is he okay? you mouthed to George from across the classroom.

George shrugged in response, shaking his head. 

It was unlike Fred to get flustered. He was the confident, suave, and utterly cheeky twin. He would never get this worked up over a silly crush.

Fred hurried through the halls of Hogwarts, navigating his way back to his dormitory. He felt like he didn't breathe on his entire journey back, and he huffed out a sign of relief once he had shut himself into the safety of his room.

He flopped himself onto his bed, groaning in embarrassment. Why was this happening to him? Sure, he had seen girls in their panties plenty of times. He was no stranger to sex and nudity, and the entirety of his year at Hogwarts knew this about him. Fred didn't understand why you were so different.

Fred laid on his bed sulking for the remainder of the hour until George returned to their dormitory. George entered their room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

"Want to explain what that was about?" George asked, his voice almost teasing.

Fred only grunted in response, throwing a pillow across the room at his twin. George laughed at him, crossing the room to sit on his own bed.

"You didn't bail on class just to lay in bed. Tell me what's going on," George said, prodding at him.

Fred finally sat up on his bed, peering over at George.

"I was having.....an issue," he said.

George laughed and raised his eyebrows in understanding.

"Oh, I didn't know that Snape got you going," George teased. "I didn't realize that he was your type, being that he's old and all. And a man. And a Slytherin, at that."

"You know it wasn't about Snape, you git," Fred spat, heaving another pillow at his brother.

George caught the flying pillow, tossing it onto the floor in front of his bed.

"Then who was it about?" George asked, leaning back on his elbows.

Fred huffed again.

"It's....I saw....when (Y/N) bent over to pick up one of the mice, I saw her panties," Fred finally admitted, sounding embarrassed.

"I knew it!" George exclaimed, shooting up off of his bed. "I knew that you fancied (Y/N)!"

George was busy doing a celebratory dance around the room while Fred buried his face in his hands. Somehow admitting the truth of the situation to his twin made him feel even more embarrassed.

George finally stopped his excited little jig and turned to his brother.

"I think y'should ask her out," he suggested. "I think she fancies you too. And who knows, maybe you'll get to see her panties again."

Fred groaned and threw a final pillow at George. This situation was mortifying. But it wouldn't be Fred Weasley if he didn't go after exactly what he wanted. And right now, what he wanted was you.

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It was the next evening at dinner when Fred made his move. A paper in the shape of a dove floated across the hall, landing in front of your plate. You stared at it in bewilderment for a moment before you caught Fred's eye. You reached forward to open the note.

Black Lake at 8pm. Be there.

It was a simple message; concise and to the point, but for some reason it made your stomach turn. You nodded at Fred, assuring him that you'd be there. You folded up the note, burying it in your pocket before any of your friends asked about it.

You had been crushing on Fred for years. His reputation as a player had kept you from making a move, and you were happy to at least have a friendship with him. Butterflies danced in your stomach, and you tried not to get your hopes up. He had never asked to meet you alone before.

It felt like the next couple of hours dragged on as you waited to meet Fred. Every possible scenario had played through your mind, and you were only beginning to feel more nervous.

Finally, it was time to set out for the Black Lake. You pulled on your favorite knit cardigan, sneaking out of the castle into the humid late summer air. You were careful not to be noticed as you made your way towards your meeting point with Fred.

Fred stood by the edge of the lake, skipping rocks off of its surface. You watched him for a moment, admiring how relaxed he was. This was rare for Fred, as he was always in a state of teasing someone or focused as he flew around the quidditch pitch.

As you approached, you could hear the plinking of the rocks as they skipped along the water. He had a blanket laid out behind him with a picnic basket beside it. You accidentally stepped on a stick as you crept closer, causing Fred to turn to you.

"Hey," he said, smiling at you as you approached.

He reached to hand you a rock, inviting you to join him. You stood in silence for a few minutes, skipping rocks together and waiting for the other to speak. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" you asked, your voice small as you anticipated his response.

Fred stopped tossing rocks at the lake, taking in a deep breath as he turned to you.

"I've been meaning to tell you something," he said, looking down at you.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode in your chest. His height was intimidating as he peered down at you, and you couldn't breathe as you waited for him to continue speaking.

"I fancy you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. For once in his life, Fred seemed meek and almost embarrassed.

It felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs. Fred Weasley fancied...you?

He watched your face carefully as different emotions flickered across it. Fred opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

You reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, and your sudden movement caught him by surprise. His hands found your waist, and he returned your kiss.

You pulled apart momentarily, both looking at each other in disbelief. Both of your hearts were pounding as your chests heaved. You laughed, pulling him back into a kiss. 

This time, your kisses were more urgent than before. His hands gripped at your waist, and his mouth left your lips and found its way to your neck. He left searing kisses from your ear all the way to your collarbone, and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips.

Fred ceased his actions, looking into your eyes for a moment. A grin spread across his face. This was a look that you knew all too well. Fred Weasley was up to no good.

Fred thought that his favorite sound in the world was the cheering Gryffindor crowd when their team won a quidditch match. Or the melodic plinking of the rain on the metal roof back home at the Burrow. Or maybe even the Muggle rock music CD that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday. That was until he heard you whimper. Now he was determined to do everything he could to hear that sound over and over again.

His lips found their way back to your neck, and his hands fumbled with the buttons of your cardigan.

"I want you, love," he said, still kissing your neck. "Do you want me, too?"

"Please," you hastily replied, pulling at the bottom of Fred's shirt.

He had managed to unbutton and tug off your cardigan, leading you to the blanket he had set up. He laid down on it, beckoning for you to join him.

You joined Fred on the blanket, straddling him and taking him by surprise. He had always known you as a somewhat shy, studious good girl. But he was liking this side of you too.

It was your turn to take control, and you sucked on a spot behind Fred's ear that you had a feeling would drive him crazy. He hands wandered to your thighs and he rubbed them lovingly, encouraging you to keep going.

You kissed your way down his neck, leaving purple marks behind. In one swift motion, you removed his shirt. You tried to keep things moving, but you couldn't help ogling at the boy laying between your thighs. You admired his toned physique from years of quidditch training. 

While you were distracted, Fred took it as an opportunity to regain control. He flipped you on your back, earning a surprised giggle from you. He worked on the buttons of your jeans, his fingers expertly undoing them in what seemed like record time. He peered up at you.

"Is this alright, darling?" he asked, his eyes soft.

"Yes," you replied, pulling at his hair impatiently.

Fred resumed his work, pulling your jeans down your hips and off your legs. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight before him.

Lace panties. But this time, they were black. 

He snapped himself back to reality, pulling your shirt over your head. You were left in just your underwear, eyes wide as you stared up at him. He had thought about you like this so many times, but now it was finally real.

Fred leaned down to kiss at the base of your neck, working his way down to the top of your breasts. He reached around your back and undid your bra like a pro, and you shimmied it down your arms and flung it to the side.

Fred resumed his blazing path of kisses, reaching your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. This earned him yet another whimper from you, which only encouraged him to continue. 

He kissed all the way down to the waistband of your panties, and he paused for a moment to meet your eyes.

"I'm asking one more time, do you want this?" he asked.

"Yes, please," you whined at him, impatient as you waited for him to resume.

He looped his long fingers around the front of your panties, pulling them down your legs. Once they were out of the way, he gently spread your legs.

Fred hardened at the image before him. You laid there on the blanket, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and your legs spread open for him. He wanted to permanently etch this moment into his mind.

He positioned himself between your thighs, kissing the inside of your thigh and rubbing soothing circles into it. He worked his way closer to where you wanted him most. You were silently willing him to continue, eagerly waiting for him to touch you.

His trail of kisses had finally reached your center, and he placed a soft kiss right on your core. His eyes flitted up to yours, and a smirk drew across his lips.

Fred's tongue darted out, catching you by surprise. He expertly drew circles around your clit with his tongue, pausing to suck on it every few seconds. 

You grabbed for the blanket, balling it in your fists as you tried not to scream. You knew that Fred had a reputation for making his rounds with the girls at Hogwarts, but you didn't expect him to be this good.

He dove one long finger into your opening, and you couldn't help the breathy moan that left your mouth. 

Fred continued his motions, easing you open as he added another finger. Your moans were leaving your mouth in succession, and Fred was enjoying every moment of it.

His fingers hit the spot that made your back arch, and you felt your vision becoming fuzzy. He held onto one thigh for support as he worked his fingers into you, and he knew that you were close to finishing.

Fred slowly withdrew his fingers from your entrance, and you gave him a frustrated groan. He looked up at you, sucking his fingers into his mouth to remove your liquids from them. You stared at him with your mouth open, the lecture you were about to give him for edging you suddenly forgotten.

He quickly removed his trousers and underwear, revealing his hard cock. You had a feeling that it was going to be big; Fred Weasley was a tall boy, after all.

"I couldn't let you finish like that, love," he said, his voice teasingly sweet. "I want you to cum on my cock."

Your breath was stuck in your throat, his words choking you. Fred lined himself up between your legs and pressed himself to your entrance.

"Are you going to be good for me?" he asked, his gaze burning into you.

"Yes," you squeaked out, sounding pathetic beneath him.

Fred pushed into you slowly, taking his time to allow you to get comfortable. After a few strokes, he was able to work his way deeper inside of you and pick up his pace. 

As he finally bottomed out, you reached up to touch his back.

"Freddie?" you asked, your voice small and sweet.

"Yes, love?" he responded, stalling his movements.

"I want you to fuck me...hard."

Fred's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a smile tugged at his lips.

"Anything for you, darling," he said before pulling almost all the way out of you.

He pushed back into you, becoming harsher with every thrust. Your nails dug into his back as he increased the pace, fucking you mercilessly on the blanket. 

You both panted, nearing your highs. Fred reached down to find your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it to bring you closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, Freddie--" you whimpered, finally reached your orgasm.

Your back arched off of the hard ground, every muscle in your body tensing at the same time. The pants that came out of your mouth would have been embarrassing if Fred had not been panting as well.

"I'm so close, love," he said, his voice strained. "Can you be good for me for just a little longer?"

You could do nothing but reply with a moan, still hazy from your own high. He continued his pace, thrusting into you to chase his finish.

Fred had finally finished, letting out a final groan in your ear. His chest was still heaving when he laid himself down onto you, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

The two of you laid there in silence for a few minutes, catching your breath and enjoying each other's closeness. It was Fred who spoke first.

"Why didn't we do this earlier?" he asked, his face still buried in your neck.

You giggled and rubbed his bare back.

"I don't know Freddie, I've fancied you for years. You could've had me whenever you wanted," you replied, tracing circles into his back with your nails.

"We have a lot of time to make up for then," he said, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you.

He bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips. Nights like these were definitely something that you could get used to.

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[peaceteaa11]

Love Luna

PART FOUR

Read parts one, two, and three

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC Byers

Rating: clean with some cussing

Warnings: TW!!!!!! Vomiting, Drunk, Drinking, dramatics, jason carver, and Eddie being the sweetest bean (be prepared for heart palpitations)

Summary: Luna and Robin convince Steve to get them into a party because Luna wants to get Eddie off her mind as quick as possible. However, alcohol and feelings should never mix. Through a blurry night Luna finds herself alone with Eddie.

A/N: GAH!!! I know this took forever for me to posts! I'm so sorry! BUT I am back in college now and I simply took on too many responsibilities so chapters will be coming out slower and I apologize. I hope you lovely gremlins can be patient because I really love all the support! My Rockstar will be coming out sometime this week followed by a oneshot request that has been in my drafts for quite some time. I ONLY PROOF READ ONCE THERE WILL BE MISTAKES.

Word Count: 3k

Eddie Munson Masterlist

***I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO THE STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC. I ONLY OWN OCS I HAVE CREATED SUCH AS LUNA.***

Shots! Shots! Shots! *wild party music with hair flipping*

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"All I'm saying is that it is weird that he would just... break in! That's creepy!" Steve mumbles as the school lunch's dry corn bread crumbs tumble out of his mouth. I squint disgusted by his mannerisms.

"Didn't you try to do the same thing to Nancy in like sophomore year?" Robin scoffs a bit and Steve turns dramatically to look at her from beside her at the lunch table.

"I was being romantic!" Steve pokes Robin on her shoulder roughly and she shrugs.

"Maybe Eddie was being romantic." Robins suggests before looking back over to me.

"It was... I'm gonna be honest... it was kinda cute until he went all crazy on me. With his whole I'm not good for you act." I roll my eyes and let my head fall into my hands. "God, why am I crushing on him so hard! I don't even know him." I groan loudly causing Steve and Robin to laugh.

“Well. You know what they say around town…” Robin begins causing me to slowly lift my head and lazily look at her. “Munson is totally a cult leader. Maybe he pull you under his spell.” Her voice is deep and wavy as she wiggles her fingers in front of her. “OooOoOooOoo.” She giggles as I roll my eyes and Steve laughs.

“Oh shut up.” I huff at the two of them. “The only cult Eddie is leading is a cult of nerds who are obsessed with fantasy.” I roll my eyes and glance over to the Hellfire table where Eddie and all his friends are laughing as Eddie gestures wildly with his ring-clad hands. Bracelets peaking out from his leather jacket.

“Mmm. Then you’ll fit right in.” Steve chuckles. I glance back over at them and they are still laughing.

“Shut up.” I mumble as I let my mind drift to the fantasy of me getting to spend time with Eddie. Maybe joining hellfire would be fun.

“Aweeeee. Look she’s blushing.” Robins voice rips me from my daydream. I look to her but then Steve pipes up.

"Ahhh, young love." Steve chuckles and I snap my attention to him. Glaring through my lashes.

"Steve. You're literally a month older than me and this it not LOVE it is just a simple crush." I shake my head.

“I thought you didn’t get crushes.” Robin teases a bit and shoves more bread into her mouth, obviously not buying my little white lie.

The noise of the cafeteria echoes around us giving me a giant headache, which gives me an idea. My eyes widen and connect with Steve's. He immediately glares at me in suspicion.

"Oh no. What are you thinking? You've got that stupid little plotting face on." Steve squints at me.

"Hey! I do not have a plotting face... what does that even mean?" I scoff causing Steve to roll his eyes so harshly I'm afraid they may get stuck in the back of his head.

"It's! It's that face! Robin, you know the face!" Steve looks to Robin who is mid-bite. Her eyes widen at him and she shrugs. "Oh. I see how it is. Make the man seem stupid! I get it! You two are ridiculous. I know what I'm talking about. You have a face!" Steve groans loudly, pushing his hands through his perfect hair.

"Ah yes, she does indeed have one of those. Genius observation, Harrington." Robin mumbles wiping her mouth on her sleeve and sending me a goofy smirk.

"Ya know what I don't care what you two-"

"Right. What were you plotting?" Robin cuts Steve off, turning her attention to me while Steve scoffs muttering about how I do indeed have a plotting face.

"Right. Well, I would like to get wasted tonight." I smirk at the two of them. Steve looks worried but Robin's eyes light up.

"Oooo yes! Great news because I heard Gina Mells in having a party tonight! And even better news… Gina totally has a crush on the one and only Steve Harrington! Therefore,” Robin turns to Steve with a wide smirk on her lips, “you can totally get us on the list.” She raised her eyebrows and Steve instantly starts to shake his head.

"No." He says as if it's definitive. Robin and I share a look before both staring at Steve once more. "No. I- No! I said not. Absolutely not! I-"

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"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this." Steve grumbles tugging on his t-shirt roughly.

"Stop fussing. You look fine." Robin scoffs bumping her shoulder into his. Steve pulls away from her bumping into me. I stumble a bit as he mutters an apology.

"I never said I didn't look good, Robin." Steve squints.

"Oh, right... that must have been in my head." She chuckles, throwing her head back as Steve stops in his tracks. We continue to walk and only glance over our shoulders at Steve. In total mom fashion he has his hands on his hips as he glares at our receding figures approaching the house.

"Oh! Reeeeealllll mature, Robin." He groans and only begins to jog up to us when Jason's jeep whips into the drive, nearly crushing him. I gasp a bit at the closeness but Robin crosses her arms over her chest.

"You should keep up, Harrington." She smirks and makes her way up the stares of Gina Mells' house, though house was putting it modestly, very modestly.

"Ya know, Robin one day I'm actually going ot get hit by a car and you'll be sorry. See who's laughing then huh." Steve says with his usual charm as he finally catches up as we cross the threshold into a rowdy house.

"I agree with half of your statement. You getting hit by a car would simply not be shocking and therefore I shall not be sorry. Let's got get some drinks." Robin laughs grabbing Steve's hand as he continues to bicker with her.

In the kitchen Steve is basically swarmed by girls as Robin and I make a B-line for the alcohol. Messily Robin pours a generous shot of vodka into two solo cups. "Here's to forgetting about those losers." She goes to cheers my cup but I hesitate causing her face to scrunch with worry. "What's wro-"

"You really shouldn't talk about Steve that way, it'll hurt his feelings." I smirk at her. She bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Right. Right. Who am I to challenge the cool factor that is Steve, the hair, Harrington?" Robin says raising her brows playfully. We laugh for a bit until Steve stumbles into us.

"I need a drink if I am going to survive this." He groans grabbing a cup, Robin automatically going to pour him a shot as well. "Jeez Robin. You trying to kill me?"

"I'm being nice, Steve." She teases, swirling his name. He rolls his eyes.

"Okay okay. Let's do this." I say as confidently as I possibly can. We all clash our red plastic cups together before throwing our head back. It burns as it goes down my throat. I want to vomit immediately but I fight to keep it down.

Eddie's face pops into my head as the hot liquid settles in my stomach. I internally scorn myself. Why does he have such a hold on me? This is so stupid. Quickly I down another shot while Robin and Steve cheer.

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A few too many shots later I find myself stumbling up Gina's stairs. My mind clouded but so full and chaotic it felt as if it would explode at any moment. I groan as I yank open a door to a room that has obviously never been touched since they moved into this place back in seventh grade. I step into the room, slamming the door behind me. There was nothing but a few dusty chairs that looked as if they belonged in a Jane Austen novel.

I flop into a pink floral one and it squishes beneath my weight. It's quite the comfy chair. Too bad I may vomit on it later. I shift a bit when suddenly the door the room cracks open and a skinny male figure squeezes in. He turns toward me but jumps as he does so.

"Holy shit. Byers! You scared the shit out of me." Eddie's voice shakes a bit and he stumbles back into the door causing it to click shut.

"Mmm. You didn't scare me. I had the advantage. Saw ya' slip in here like some sort of creep." I stumble through my words and Eddie chuckles.

"You're so fucked." He smiles, now leaning comfortably against the door. The room dark, street lamps shine through a window providing only a sliver of light for me to try and see Eddie's face. And those beautiful eyes. Lost in my thoughts I don't even realize I'm replying.

"Ha. I wish." A hot blush mixing with the alcohol as Eddie stiffens agains the doorframe. "Oh god. I don't know why I said that." My hands cover my face as I try to hide away from his sight.

"...So you found my throne room." He smirks walking closer before plopping down in the chair directly across from me. Staring into my eyes with his big brown doe eyes. Was he really just going to ignore what I said?

"You're throne room? You keep pink frilly chair in your throne room?" I smirk teasing him and for a moment I swear I see his cheek tint pink, but it's too dark to tell. He shifts a bit in his chair and lets out a breathy laugh.

"It's for my queen." He sighs. "Obviously." He smiles sweetly but I feel my stomach drop churning the alcohol within.

"I'm gonna be sick." I mutter and Eddie chuckles nervously.

"Okay... I know it was cheesy but-"

"No. I'm actually gonna be sick." I groan and hop up from his queen's throne. I rush to the door and out into the upstair hall. I suck in a deep breath trying to estimate if I could make it downstairs and outside in time. While I may make jokes, I'm not one to puke my guts out inside someone else's house.

"Luna, com'ere." I feel Eddie's rings on my back guiding me into the a room a two doors down. A bathroom. He gently helps me to the toilet and instantly I'm puking my guts out. How fucking embarrassing is that? Puking in front of your crush, who has already made it obviously that it's not gonna happen. "God. How much did you drink?" His voice isn't harsh or judgmental, just soft. He squats next to the toilet as I wretch once more.

I sit up and wipe my mouth as I reach my other hand up to yank on the toilet handle. Eddie releases a soft, sympathetic chuckle. "Rough night?" He smiles as I turn my head to face him. My arms resting on the toilet seat once again.

"Please leave."

"What?" His smile drops and his brows waste no time knitting together.

"I'm gonna be sick again... soon. Please. Just leave, Eddie." I groan feeling a second round of puke working its way up my throat.

"I've seen plenty of drunk people throw up before Luna. It's fine." He says softly.

"No. I don't want you to see." I quickly turn my head back to the toilet and start to empty my stomach once again.

"Mmm. Too late, darling." He chuckles as he gathers the hair from my shoulders pulling it back from face, holding it in a ponytail while his other hand rubs gentle circle on my back. “Yup. There ya go.” He encourages me as I wretch one last time. Heaving I slowly lift my head out of the toilet bowl and flush it. I start to sit all the way up causing his hands to fall away from both my hair and back. His warm touch fades quickly from my skin. As my hair falls back around my face he quickly tucks it behind my ears and smiles as he uses a piece of toilet paper to wipe my mouth.

I stare at him silently while he stares at my lips. It’d be kinda romantic if he wasn’t wiping away vomit. I shutter just remembering the reality of the situation. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. I pull back from his cleaning. I gently grab the tissue from his hand and sigh. His movements stutter for a moment before he sits back, leaning against the cool surface of the tub. I roughly wipe my mouth and sigh. I look down into my lap. I feel prickly sensation of tears building in my eyes. Threatening to spill over and down to my lap.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Luna. Really. I’ve dealt with this more times than you can think.” He pushes a forced laugh from his throat. It’s hollow and yet I can sense there is more behind it. I shake my head, my vision blurring.

“I’m not usually l-like this. I don’t. I don’t do this.” I whimper. I can feel Eddie’s feet hit my knees as he adjusts his position.

“Well… what made miss Luna Byers go on a vomit inducing bender tonight?” He chuckles. His laugh is sweet, pure, it brings warmth to my chest. I quickly lift my head, tears teetering on the edge. “Luna.” His laugh disappears. The smile drops from his lips. His brows knit together. “What… what’s wrong. Please don’t cry.” His hand finding its way to my knee, the last straw. Tears rush down my cheeks. “Luna… what-“

“YOU! You’re why!” I croak.

“What?” His pulls his hand from my knee and sit up straighter. Searching my eyes frantically.

“You. Ever since you gave me that ride home. It’s you. Your hair, your face, your hands, your smile, your lips! The way you smell! It’s you! I can’t get you out of my freaking head and it’s driving me crazy because you're on some hero’s journey to protect a reputation that I don’t even want! I don’t care! I don’t CARE that I’m 'well liked' around school! I don’t CARE that people saw me in your jacket! I don’t CARE that people think you’re in a cult! I DON'T CARE! You’re the one who cares so goddamn much! It’s driving me crazy! Instead of getting to know the guy I like he’s on a psychopathic mission to push me away! And you know what!? I might actually believe you’re in some sort of a cult, maybe you're a sorcerer because for some reason I can get you out of my head. You… you…” my words slow along with my tears at Eddie stares at me with a wide smile. Goofy and fun. “Witch…” I finish. All he does is stare. Eyes scanning my face. “What are you-“

“The guy you like? You like me?” Eddie whispers kindly as his hand finds its way to my knee once again.

“That’s all you got from that?!” I scoff half joking half serious. I just spilled my guts (both emotionally and physically) and all he got was that I like him?

Holy shit.

I just told him I like him. I'm too drunk. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Please. Say it again. I gotta be sure.” Eddie leans his head down to my level. Eyes locked with mine. And what can I say? Something about those big doe eyes break me.

“Yes. I… I-I like you. Or at least what I know so far. I wanted to get to know more but you went all…” I clear my throat and sit up straight. Putting on my best dad voice and point my finger at him. “You gotta stay away from me Luna. I’m bad for you and you-“

“Can I kiss you?” He blurts out his checks warm into a deep pink. His pale skin coming alive. My face drops and my own voice returns.

“I just threw up. That’s gross.” I breath out. Nervous.

“I don’t care. I wanna kiss you.” He grins widely.

“Eddie.” I groan disgusted by his suggestion. “My breath-“

“I don’t care!” He chuckles and leans toward me but quickly my hand slaps over his mouth. He looks up at my with wide but amused eyes.

“Not like this. Please? I don’t want our first kiss to be vomit flavored.” I smile at him as I feel his lips tug into a grin against my palm.

“Mm smo mhere hill be uh mish?” He chuckles against my palm before licking a wet strip across the kiss.

“Ew! Eddie!” I giggle and lean away wiping my hand on my jeans. “You’re a freak!” I shake my head and our eyes connect once more. Tender and sweet films cover us both.

“Well, yes. But you like it. Right?” His confidence falters towards the end of the statement. I shrug.

“Meh. It’s alright.” I smirk and instantly he catches on. Our laughter fills the bathroom. “I missed all of your pre lick comment.” I hum.

Eddie grins brightly. “I said… So, there will be a kiss?” He blush again. His fingers finding their way to his hair. Twirling with anxiety.

“Mmm. Maybe. You’ll have to stick around…”

“I-I can… I can do that.” He stutters as his eyes rake across my body.

“Mmm. And you’ll have to hangout with my friends. Including Steve.” I hum happily.

“Woah hold on I-“

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Okay here ya go. Just some fluff. Pure innocent, drunk fluff. You're welcome. Again. Sorry it took so long and it's not my best work but college is my main priority atm. With that being said, ya girl just got hurt by an actual guy sooooo she will be retreating into the comfort of fictional men again. AKA more fics will be building up in my drafts and I'll post them when I can. The next thing that's gonna be out is gonna be My Rockstar and then a requested oneshot! I feel so bad. This request has been in my drafts for a hot moment so it will be out by next week!

taglist - @iwillbiteabitch @and-claudia @ruinedbythehobbit @luvmybbies @wannabeyousobad @llodinsonll @tlclick73 @i-love-ptv @mischiefmanagers

#eddie x oc #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie my beloved #stranger things #fictional crushes #peaceteaaposts #steve harrington #eddie munson fluff

[foli-vora]

Hi! First of I wanted to say a HUGE CONGRATULATIONS for the 3k I’m super super proud to be one of them and super proud of you and your writing! I’m in love with everything you write and how you express feelings and actions while doing so, I have a few questions if you don’t mind! First, what’s the story or one shot you’re more proud of of all the ones you’ve written so far? What is your imminent next project you want to upload here? And finally what���s the character (reader) that you like the most of your stories or think that is going to be more interesting to write? It’s a little to much maybe but I really want to know you answers, thank you for your existence sweet writer! ❤️❤️

You’re the sweetest bean and you’ve made my week, thank you very very much! I appreciate your kindness ❤️ oooh I love this, such great questions! Okay—

To answer your first question, I’ve gotta say Still of the Night. Purely because it was one I was very unsure and on the fence about, plus it was a whole new genre for me so I felt super out of my depth with writing the suspense/scary elements of it. Proud of how it turned out though, and that I did something out of my comfort zone 🥰

Next project is a varied one—I just want to finish my current one shot WIPs, & wrap up Hold Me Down. My next ‘major’ project to upload is Glory & Gore, my dark!Ezra fic that I’m currently working my way through. I want to get it close to done/completely finished before I put it up as I’ll be focused on OSAAT and Run to You.

Favourite reader character has gotta be murder neighbour (In For It). I just adore her and writing her is so much fun. We haven’t seen a whole lot of her apart from her seductive/dry sarcastic side, but I’ve written a fair part of the story and we really see her grow after a little while and I love it. I just adore her.

#foli answers #excellent questions #thank you so much nonnie

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Picnic Masterlist

Between the Raindrops (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: It had been raining in LA for the past week and Luke was honestly sick of it. The dogs had been left in the house basically all day for almost a week and Luke’s mental state wasn’t doing much better, the winter had taken a toll on them. He missed the sun and after the band's trip to Australia, they had missed the sun even more.

Ashton was even getting hit by the weather too, he was sticking to his drumkit and had turned every light on in the house. The two of them got into a dumb, cooped up for too long, argument which ended in tears on Luke’s end and Ashton sleeping on the couch to find Luke lying on top of him halfway through the night. But Ashton kept the lights on as the whole house stayed dark for days and they couldn’t even fight about it.

But there was a break in the clouds that afternoon, the sun was shining on the wet grass outside and Luke was buzzing with joy as he looked out.

or how not to have a picnic and more.

Can't Quite Reach (ao3) - 1loulu5 michael/ashton M, 1k

Summary: He didn’t know that he’d have to watch Michael fall apart.

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Ashton kills himself, and he's forced to spectate the love of his life.

do you remember (not a cloud in the sky) (ao3) - mukelftv michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: michael tries to learn to rollerskate.

Even Mountains Crumble Into The Sea (ao3) - spacepixie luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 18k

Summary: I got the idea off one of those tumblr prompt things in which two students are in detention and are forced to sit together and then they fall in love etc etc. Except i liked the idea of using two teachers stuck together doing detention duty because i feel that grown up 5sos are extremely attractive. This was meant to be a one shot but i got a bit carried away oops.The title is from San Francisco.Any feedback is appreciated either here or on Tumblr (midnightbi) *I don't own any characters or lyrics used in this work*,Enjoy

July (So Happy I Could Cry) (ao3) - valiantnerd (arareads)

Summary: Michael's boyfriends are dumb and far too in love with each other. They're also having a picnic.

summer child (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Luke wanted a picnic.

They wanted a picnic in the sun today. It rained yesterday and all Luke wanted to do was have a picnic. He wanted to eat food with his friends and celebrate his birthday but they know that the band doesn't have time. They had tech problems a few nights ago, more last night and Luke was dreading more today.

or how not to have a picnic

tastes like strawberries (ao3) - sunsetmagnolia luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 3k

Summary: “He made eating a strawberry look slutty. Why are you looking at me like that?” “You said your date didn’t go well because…?” Calum pauses. “You think it has something to do with the strawberry model?”

Wildflower (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: So when Ashton invited her out to the wildflowers for a picnic during sunset, how could she say no?

Ashton has promised her that the picnic basket was done, the blanket picked out and all she had to do was put on her pretty dress and join Ashton in the field. So Luke put on Ashton's favorite sundress of hers and joined her at their doorway, the sun was just about to start setting and it was the perfect time for them. Ashton held her hand as she walked them into the flowers, finding the clearing they always sat in and put down their blanket.

or it was supposed to be an innocent picnic

Woke Up in Japan (ao3) - hollyster michael/ashton E, 4k

Summary: in which Ashton and Luke go on a picnic date and end up having sex in the shower

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #picnic #pinic masterlist #masterlists

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Blood in Heaven and Hell — Chapter 13

Summary: Sam walks into check on Alex but finds her in a compromising position that she encourages him to take advantage of and then kind of tells all which Sam takes in stride. EXPLICIT. NSFW. 18+.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC!Alex Morgenstern

Word Count:~3K

Characters: ofc!Alex Morgenstern, Sam Winchester, (mentions) Dean Winchester, (mentions) ofc!Aloyuisus Morgenstern, (mentions) Rowena

Warning: NSFW. 18+. Explicit Smut. Fluff. Bit of angst. Oral sex (m receiving). P in v (wrap it up, kiddos).

Author’s Note: I adding this early because I don’t want y’all to be consumed by whatever of the previous chapter. Enjoy Sam and Alex getting it on.

She lay in her room, in her bed, in the dark, her body barely clothed, and felt exhausted as her eyes closed while her mind raced. She tried everything she could think of to fall asleep—counting sheep, watching a boring movie, smoking, even tried rubbing one out which only made her hornier since it wasn’t very satisfying, and then finally gave up. She kneeled on the floor and dug under her bed for a box containing 10 bottles of gin. She unscrewed the cap and downed almost half the bottle. She felt nothing yet. She finished the bottle and put it back in the box then proceeded to do the same to a second bottle. She went through five bottles in total before her mind finally calmed down. She was just this side of drunk and pushed the box back under the bed. She lay on the cement floor, hot from the alcohol with only her underwear and thick, cozy socks on, and passed out into a dreamless sleep.

The next day Sam checked on her at breakfast but received no response other than a sleepy “not now.” He came back after lunch. When he received no response he slowly opened the door. He found Alex in just white panties and thick dark blue socks, asleep on her stomach, and lightly snoring. There seemed to be a random mostly drunk bottle of gin on her nightstand. He ran his hand over his face, faced the door, and quietly closed the door with the intent to get her back in her bed. He did not judge her for everything that has happened in the last 24 hours, it did not surprise him. He had difficulty sleeping too last night but right now, he is gonna focus on her.

The click of the door disturbed her sleep, despite how quiet he tried to keep the door, she awakened. She opened her eyes, stared at the wall a moment, sat up facing Sam, and stared at his back a moment until recognition kicked in. “Hi, Sam,” she yawned at him.

He quickly turned around and looked at her practically naked form: her hair was barely in a ponytail, her nipples were pale pink pebbles from laying on the cold cement for so long and she had her legs straight in front of her with her ankles crossed. She rested her hands on her thighs as she looked at him with a quirk of her brow, eyes hooded and head tilted to one side.

Sam grinned as his cheeks started to dust with red.

“Are you really embarrassed to see me like this?” She asked. “You’ve seen me naked before,” she accused.

Before he could open his mouth to respond, she spoke.

“I know you’ve come in after I’ve taken a shower and seen me soaking wet. I don’t mind; glad you did,” she grinned. “I mean you did kiss me and it was a really good kiss,” she reminded him. She stood up and began, “First, I promise I’m sober. Gotta love that supernatural metabolism. Had trouble sleeping.”

Sam nodded, “I think we all did.”

“Second, lock the door and come here.” She slowly walked to him, motioning with her index finger to come here, and grinned at him.

Sam did as instructed, walked over to her, and placed his hands on her waist.

Alex grinned and fisted his overshirt in her hands, pulling him down to her, closing her eyes, and kissing him. Kissing Sam was like kissing fire and lightning at that moment. The burn warmed her inside out, causing her cheeks to flush and lips to swell at the intensity, the lightning shot through her, and wetness rushed throughout her center. Hurriedly, she pushed his over shirt off of him and tugged at his shirt.

Sam broke the kiss long enough to take his shirt off and slotted his lips against hers.

She watched him remove his shirt, revealing his nicely defined, muscular chest. His hands returned to her waist, slowly moving up her sides, across her breasts, slid around her neck, and buried fingers in her hair while his other hand finished pulling the ponytail out.

She chuckled, open mouth, into the kiss, which he took as an invitation gliding his tongue across hers, almost a dance. It was like hot, wet velvet in her mouth and felt divine.

Sam’s free hand palmed her breast as he tugged her hair and drew a moan from her lips.

Her nails lightly raked across his chest down into the waist of his jeans, and then she pulled him towards her while walking back towards the bed. She sat down on the bed while watching him; quickly, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants, tracing her warm, wet tongue down his as she unzipped his pants. They dropped to the floor as she pulled down his boxer briefs and his arousal sprang free. She smiled and hummed in approval.

He looked down at her eyes wide with desire and a small smile on his lips. One hand carded through her hair and the other on her neck lightly tracing nonsensical patterns, causing goosebumps to rise under his fingertips.

Her tongue flicked out to the slit taking the drop of precum that leaked out that drew a gasp from Sam. She lightly chuckled and grinned, biting her lower lip with eyes remaining on his face. She firmly took the base of his cock in her hand and engulfed his cock with her hand sliding to his hip.

Sam threw his head back, groaned throatily, and fisted her hair.

Alex smiled and twirled her tongue around him as she slowly moved away, only to repeat it. She sucked on the head and then focused on the sensitive area underneath the frenulum. His breathing became labored and she engulfed his cock again hollowing out her checks moving up to the head and back down. Pubic hair periodically tickled her nose; she didn’t mind. She was enjoying the sexy sounds he was making.

His hands suddenly pushed her away as a small chuckle came from him. He was smiling, “I’m not gonna last if you keep at this.”

She pulled away from him and licked her lips. Her eyes were glowing a deep gold as he spoke. His word deepened the dilation of her pupils matching his hazel ones.

She took his hand and scooted back on the bed making him follow her. She released his hand as she continued to scoot back, and used the bed to roll down her panties and pulled off her socks, throwing them both on the floor.

He crawled on the bed above her with an almost predatory look of lust.

She whimpered at him, “I want you inside me, Sam.” She bit her lip as she cupped his cheek and the other rubbed her nipples and then glided down to her pussy.

Sam followed her hand as he sat on his knees between her legs. His arousal is very evident in that position.

She put two fingers inside her briefly and pulled them out showing him how wet they were, “See, what you do to me?”

He put them in his mouth and sucked on her fingers until they were clean.

She closed her eyes and moaned as he cleaned them off.

“You taste delicious,” he replied then leaned forward, forcing her to fully lay down, and kissed her again, sweeping his tongue into her wanting mouth and making her taste herself on his tongue that made heat burn through her abdomen.

She took the opportunity to grab his cock and rub the head against her entrance. “Please?” She begged, knowing it would turn him on.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his lap, then lined his cock up, putting just the head of his dick inside her.

She groaned in frustration and said through gritted teeth, “Tease.”

Sam smirked as he grabbed her hips again and thrust into her until he bottomed out.

Her surprise gasp turned into a throaty groan as she grabbed onto his forearms for dear life. She felt a pleasurable burn in her core as she stretched to accommodate his length and size.

He grinned and waited but found she was wetter than before.

She was panting with darkened aureate eyes when he began to slowly rock in and out of her. “You’re not going to hurt me, Sam. Stop teasing and fuck me,” she pleaded.

Sam raised a brow at him, moved his hands to wrap around her lower back, and brought her to him. Sitting upon his cock, somehow deepening their position, Alex huffed and held onto his shoulders as she adjusted again to his length but enjoyed his girth.

He leans forward, placing his lips on her ear, “Maybe I like to tease.” He licked the cusp of her ear and nibbled.

Her breath hitched. “Harder,” she whispered.

He took sharper bites against her and pulled slightly down the cusp of her ear.

Her breath quickened and she started grinding her hips against his cock making rubbing that sensitive spongy place inside her. She adjusted her legs and feet to produce leverage so she could slide up and down his length.

His lips moved to the spot under her ear, sucked followed by gentle bites.

She panted heavily in response as pleasure neared the brink.

He rubbed his stubble on his chin which took her over and she moaned into his shoulder trying not to be too loud with others still in the bunker. He rutted into her prolonging her orgasm and chasing his own.

Her breathy moans with every peak only added to Sam’s pleasure, knowing he made her feel that way only brought him closer to his release.

His thrusts quickened as he dug his fingers into her hips, sure to leave bruises. His hips snapped frenetically against hers as he grew desperate to reach that plateau.

Alex worked to meet his every thrust as he grew closer. She licked along his neck, nipped, and sucked a line up towards his jaw, only to repeat it, causing a few mild bruises. “Oh, Sam,” she breathed against his neck.

The coil tightened so quickly under her ministrations in his abdomen that he was unprepared for it to break. He painted her walls with thick stripes, one after the other, and thrust through each one.

Alex placed her forehead on Sam’s shoulder panting with a hidden smile.

Sam wrapped his arms around her hugging her to him, and kissed her shoulder, her neck, then rested his cheek against hers.

She pulled away just enough to look at him, a drunken grin across her lips, and her golden eyes glazed over. “Hi, Sexy,” she said quietly, her breath mingling with his.

Sam just grinned and shook his head. “You ok?” He asked.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” She replied, placing a quick peck on his lips.

He chuckled, “‘Just making sure.”

“Besides, I enjoy pain with pleasure,” she explained, then placed a peck on the rise of his cheek.

“Really?” He inquired back.

“Very much.”

“What else do you enjoy?” He asked.

She looked away for a moment in thought.

He took the opportunity to lay them back down on her bed, to which she squeaked at the unexpected move, and rolled off of her to lay down. He kept his arm behind her shoulders to which she rolled facing and moved to have her head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and rested his hand on her soft belly.

“The typical mainstream aspects of BDSM. I’m a switch though. I admit I like power play but that’s just because I enjoy being a brat,” she grinned then added. “I also enjoy blood choking instead of actual choking.”

Sam looked at her confused.

“Instead of choking to stop the airway, you would put pressure on the carotids to stop blood flow to the brain,” she explained.

“Oh?” He replied, positively. He moved to lay on his side and with his other hand he began to run his fingertips up and down her arm.

She closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth and touch.

They stayed that way for a while after and she started feeling very relaxed.

She looked at his face, her eyes returning to their normal color, and saw he had closed his eyes too. “You don’t get to relax a lot, do you?”

He opened his eyes and looked at her, “Thought you fell asleep.”

She shook her head, “Not tired. A bit nervous but not tired.”

“Why nervous?”

She sat up and kissed him, then pulled away looking in his eyes. She seemed reluctant to say, “We need to talk about last night. But first, I need to talk to Dean and then my brother who I was a total ass to for restoring his soul and just leaving him in the dungeon alone to deal with his shit.” She sighed heavily, “If it were me, I wouldn’t want to be alone to deal with all that emotional baggage. He barely slept, I can feel his exhaustion weighing on him. He’s scared and feels a ridiculous amount of guilt. Probably wonder if I’m going to kill him this time. I’m not. I didn’t want to before but I-I couldn’t stop myself. I lost control of my demon.”

Sam sat up and took her head, then worriedly asked, “What did happen? How did you lose control of your demon?”

“We have to ‘feed’ our angelic and demonic sides. At least that’s what Dad always called it. We have to do actions that, I guess, appease it. I don’t know how else to describe it,” she stated. “The angel side is easy. Anything helpful or kind so hinting is a great way to do that. The demon side is very different. I have a lot of, um…”she paused looking at his hand holding hers. Her brow furrowed together as she thought.

“I have a lot of trauma with my demon side and other than sex, anything else can be difficult for me to do to feed it besides hunting too; however, since I’ve been focused on my siblings I haven’t been killing monsters and saving people for a while so I have been barely feeding it which is what led me to the whole yellow eyes while kissing you before and nearly killing my brother, and then everything with Dean which I am not entirely sure that was even part of that but kind of was, I think,...I don’t know…,” she said it all in one breath, so quick as if the words were burning her as they came out. Tears were forming in her eyes and her cheeks were dusted red as she spoke.

Sam wrapped his arms around her as she spoke. “Hey, hey, look at me,” he looked down at her. “No judgement. You’re safe. I understand.” He held her to his chest and rubbed up and down her spine until the tension in her back began to ebb.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” she said and looked back up to him.

“Why?”

“Last night, I slept with The Mark. Using. Dean. It wasn’t Dean, it didn’t feel like him, and I tried explaining that last night to him, which is why I need to talk to him today. I just didn’t want to hide anything from you and I’m sorry if this whole situation between us reads weird or offensive to you.”

“I know,” he said. “Dean told me.”

Alex was surprised. “Oh, Ok.” She remained silent for a few minutes then asked, “Is he ok?”

Sam shook his head, “No, the sooner we can get The Mark off of him, the better.”

“It’s a curse. The first one. Maybe I can help Rowena,” she stated.

“She’s been working on it. Haven’t had a lot of luck yet but we will. One thing at a time. We need to deal with your siblings first.”

Alex laid her head back on his chest, “Right. Can we just lay here a few more minutes before rejoining the real world?”

Sam smiled and nodded, then laid down with her cuddling back up.

Her head on his chest and laced his fingers in hers. She took a few deep breaths and relaxed herself against Sam. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” he replied.

About ten minutes later, they both got up and dressed. “I’m gonna shower then talk to Dean. Also, would you take Aloy something to eat?” Alex asked Sam.

“Good idea. Of course, I can. Anything in particular?”

“A few Peanut butter and honey sandwiches with milk would be good if you don’t mind. Don’t be offended if he refuses it. Just put it down by the door and I’ll be in to make sure he eats.”

“I don’t mind at all,” he says and kisses her head as they both walk out.

Alex heads to the showers as she thinks through what to say to Dean. Honesty and truth are the best policies.

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#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn poly #blood in heaven and hell #elle em bee #smutty Sam #ofc!alex #dean x ofc x sam #Dean x ofc #sam x ofc #angels #demons #hybrid ofc #angel/demon/human #Heaven #hell #sibling villain #bobby singer #rowena macleod