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sammis-svsss-brainrot · 5 months

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OKAY WAIT I SAW THIS POST AND IT MADE ME THINK OF LIKE-

Shen Yuan transmigrates into Luo Binghe, BUT Luo Binghe's soul doesn't exactly like... Leave?

Like there's that one really popular fic that always comes up on ao3 search results that I haven't gotten around to reading yet where Shen Jiu reloads into Shen Qingqiu's body and he and Shen Yuan have to work at being Shen Qingqiu together BUT LIKE CONSIDER THAT SAME CONCEPT BUT WITH SHEN YUAN LOADED INTO BINGHE'S BODY-

Shen Yuan dies, and wakes up in the world of PIDW, watching the events play out from Luo Binghe's perspective

It's a bit weird to get used to, getting used to watching events play out in this way, but he thinks he's grown so obsessed with PIDW that instead of watching his life play out before his eyes, he's watching Binghe's play out instead

But in true Peerless Cucumber fashion, Shen Yuan cannot stay silent while Binghe endures such abuse, and finds himself cursing out this shitty movie for Binghe to actually do something and fight back

Imagine his surprise when Binghe suddenly stops what he's doing and acknowledges Shen Yuan's comments that have appeared like a voice in his head

Cue mass confusion and panic and eventually Shen Yuan figures out that Binghe can hear him??? Somehow?? Similar to how I imagine Meng Mo will function in the future but Binghe has not yet encountered Meng Mo so he's very shocked and Shen Yuan is also very shocked

Cue Shen Yuan realizing that he's in a very unique position to help make Binghe as OP as possible without any of the trauma because uhh maybe without having a physical body, he doesn't get a System?

Meng Mo eventually appears and Shen Yuan gets a "physical" body in Binghe's dreamscape but by this point Shen Yuan has been doing such a good job of teaching Binghe everything he needs to know about everything, Binghe has already extremely latched onto Shen Yuan (and the shizun obsession begins once more)

Anyways, we basically get Shen Yuan guiding Binghe through the plot of PIDW and reshaping it to his making, much to the chagrin of Shang Qinghua, who very much still has a System and is still stuck trying to move the plot along

Cue shenanigans and things actually relevant to the plot, and maybe a cool mechanic of Binghe being able to pass control over to Shen Yuan at certain points?

And long story short it ends with overpowered Demon Lord Binghe sans the harem of so many women finally finding a way to get Shen Yuan's soul out of his head and into a body of his own

Shen Yuan, being super fucking oblivious assumes that Binghe has not pursued the harem because he didn't want Shen Yuan spying on his papayaing with his many numerous wives and turns to leave Binghe to a life in peace or something only to get wifed to Binghe himself

Bonus sequel fic ideas if getting his own body gives Shen Yuan a system of his own but because he's essentially an OC, his mission requirements are basically to fulfill as many wife plots or something lighthearted and stupid type deal

#svsss #luo binghe #shen yuan #bingqiu #bingyuan #shen qingqiu #fic idea #sammi speaks #fanfic #transmigration #if anyone wants to use this as a concept feel free to go ahead just tag me when you post it

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myosotisa · 10 months

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seruouslyy thinking about angry sex with eddie, LIKE IMAGINE EDDIE JEALOUS while fucking your brains out omg.

mmmmmm I'm Thinkin alright. like you're talking to someone at the hideout, it's completely friendly on both sides but here comes Eddie, sliding up beside you and slipping his hand into the back pocket of your shorts with a, "Hey doll, who 's this?"

you introduce them and he makes a humming noise of he heard you but also doesnt really give a fuck -- groping at your ass in the middle of the crowded bar and eyes shooting daggers at the guy until they excuse themselves.

"what the hell was that about, Eds?"

"didn't like the way he was looking at you," he murmurs, scowling as his eyes follow the departed threat into the crowd. his expression softens but his jaw is still tight when he pulls you flush against him and says, "you're mine."

that night he goes down on you until you're crying, your hands groping at his shoulders and ragged voice trying to coax him into fucking you, to do anything to get his tongue away from your overstimulated clit. he eventually relents, barely taking the time to rip his shirt off and shove his pants halfway down his thighs before he's pushing into you with a groan, settling into a fast pace that has your voice cracking high pitched and your nails digging in to try to hold on.

each impact of his hip bones on the back of your thighs feels like it's saying mine, mine, mine until he's moaning too, spitting on your clit before meeting it with a dirty rub of his thumb to try to push you over the edge with him.

he cums deep inside you with a heavy groan, reluctant to pull out but it's worth it to see his spend leak out of your abused hole just for him to take his ringed fingers and push it back into you again.

and you already know your night isn't over just yet.

#jealous bf speaks to me in a way i cannot explain #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #myos ideas #myo4munson #asks and replies

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yarrowleef · 6 months

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hey, hold up, hang on

I was doing some random wiki research about Midnight, and I came across this???? apparently there were bonus info videos released with The Last Hope's ebook?

look, this is decade old info, and maybe everyone already knows and stopped caring years ago but like??? I don't think I knew this?? this is news to me!!!

youtube

time stamp 1:00 - 2:10

Midnight was supposed to be the twist villain for OotS?? are u kidding me so much of why I remember the last Hope being anticlimactic is because nothing interesting happened, the bad ghosts had been saying "we're going to do a big attack" for books and books, and then they just did that big attack exactly as we had been told and it was the same as any other Big Battle scene and there wasn't really any more interest to the plot. This kind of plot twist might have actually added something interesting to that book!

And Vicky makes it sound like she had this plan for a long time? it was even going to tie back to Midnight secretly having a hand in the badger attack in arc 2?

THIS!? This is why she told Sol that info about the eclipse?? and then never explained why??? Like!!!! is this why Sol was Like That!?? a guy set up to be a big mysterious deal, but then he didn't really do anything and just fizzled out of existence??? because he was conceived of for an idea that was scrapped before going anywhere, but he was already sort of part of a (presumably already started) plot mid PoT so it was too late to cut him 'cause they still needed SOME minor antagonist there to fill pages, right? .... but he had no where to go and no (good) reason to do anything, no ending, since HIS BOSS, his Motive, suddenly stopped existing as a concept??? bro??? no wonder his random tie to SkyClan felt so unfitting as a reasoning for this kind of villain

Erica!! Erica wtf!! I don't care if it felt absurd, absurd is better then underwhelming! so what if Midnight was nice and helpful to some cats, maybe she has complex feelings about certain clan cats despite still secretly wishing to unleash chaos on the society as a whole for personal reasons, heaven forbid there be a complicated villain :'(

anyway I am going to be thinking about this lost timeline forever.

#warrior cats #warrior cats midnight #wc midnight #this is a joke. sort of. I mean I dont know erica sussman or the full situation #i mean erica was also very wrong about brambleclaw though.#but i also have no idea HOW exactly Vicky pitched this reveal to her editor #maybe the way she wanted to do it was executed in such an unbelievable way that it felt like the best call to be like 'no'#but CONCEPTUALLY?#I am having SO MANY IDEAS about how Midnight could have potentially been used as a surprise villain!! screaming!#the way that i am having Thoughts about incorporating this into my fanfic rn #yarrow speaks #Youtube

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asukamood · 4 months

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In the Snow (Cold Front)

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This fandom does not have enough fanfiction for what the game is worth so have this to try and make up for it.

This game was developed by @racheldrawsthis and it’s completely free, I highly recommend you try it out!

Link to the game

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Warnings: Bullying??, minor violence

Ships: Romantic or Platonic Winnie x Augustine (Though considering they are still children; it would probably be better to see it as platonic.)

Synopsis: “Come on Winnie!” A young Augustine exclaimed as he tugged Winnie out of his front door by the sleeve. “It has not snowed in ages here; we have to enjoy it as much as we can!”

“I don’t want to!” The poor boy whined, resisting him as much as he could and holding onto the doorway like his life depended on it. “The others would not want to play with me!”

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“Come on Winnie!” A young Augustine exclaimed as he tugged Winnie out of his front door by the sleeve. “It has not snowed in ages here; we have to enjoy it as much as we can!”

“I don’t want to!” The poor boy whined, resisting him as much as he could and holding onto the doorway like his life depended on it. “The others would not want to play with me!”

Augustine pouted at that, his eyes narrowing in a cute frown as he suddenly let the other boy go who, not expecting that, yelped as he ended up falling backwards. Thankfully though, any major incident was prevented as the culprit caught Winnie into a hug.

“How can you be so sure when you didn’t even try?” Augustine questioned, turning the other around before grabbing his cheeks and squishing them. “We talked about that yesterday you know!”

Winnie looked down, one of his hands on Augustine’s wrists. If he had any plan to push the other child away, it was soon abandoned as he stared at the ground, eyes filled with potential tears.

“I know...” He sniffled. “But I can’t help it, I don’t want to be alone, but I don’t want to impose either--”

“You won’t be, I’m telling you!” Augustine sighed as he let the other’s face alone. “But if you’re that scared, I guess we can try it another time. We can just spend some time together.”

Winnie looked up, bighting up. “Really? That doesn’t bother you? I mean, I wouldn’t want to prevent you from playing with your friends--”

Before he could go on any further, he jolted as he felt the other flick his forehead.

“I told you, if you want me to be your friend, you’re going to have to make me want to be your friend and so far, you haven’t had the opportunity to do that so today is the day!” He then pointed his finger toward Winnie. “You better put in your best effort because I only make friends with cool people!”

Winnie blinked his tears away, smiling as his traits adjusted to the determination burning in his soul. “I will do my best!” He exclaimed, earning a nod of approval from the other boy.

“Good good, that’s the spirit!” He grabbed one of Winnie’s gloved hands before pointing to the horizon. “Let’s go on an adventure then! We’re going to save and give the snowmen the land they rightfully deserve!”

Winnie titled his head to the side. “What does that mean though?”

“I have no clue!” Augustine proudly said, his free hand on his hip. “It sounded cool though, so I said it!”

“It did.” Winnie enthusiastically agreed, letting himself be dragged by the other to the nearest park.

As they walked, a few of Augustine’s friends waved at them to which he responded by waving back and having Winnie do so as well. A sigh of relief left the other boy as the other children did not seem to react badly to it, simply going back to their own activities with a smile.

The two of them arrived near a frozen lake, a giant tree hiding them from sight. Once they reached that spot, Augustine let go of Winnie’s hand and face planted into the snow, waving his arms and legs around to make a snow angel.

Winnie blinked, chuckling before joining him, the silhouettes of the angel seeming to merge with one another near their arm.

Winnie was the first to stand up again to admire their work, smiling brightly. “I’ve never done a snow angel before.” He admitted, the other boy, who was still on the ground, gasping from shock.

“You haven’t? You missed half of what is good in life then!” Augustine stood up as well, watching Winnie curiously.

“Well, where I’m from it never really snowed so...” He pat him on the back, before running off to another spot.

Winnie followed him, albeit a bit slower than him. “Does that mean you’ve never done a snowman as well?” Augustine asked, already gathering snow chunks for the construction of a new being.

Winnie shook his head, crouching next to him and watching what he was doing. “I’ve never made one.”

Augustine thought hard for a bit before speaking up again. “In that case, I’ll teach you! Better follow what I do well!”

Winnie saluted. “Sir, yes sir!”

The other boy tilted his head to the side, his confusion so clear it would be easy to imagine a question mark drawn next to his head.

“The people in the TV always do that.” Winnie explained sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “Was that weird?”

The two stared into each other’s eyes in silence for a solid three seconds before bursting out laughing together.

“Alright, no more joking around!” Augustine stated, still laughing in between his words. “We still have many people to make with the snow!”

“Sorry!” Winnie apologized, quickly getting into position.

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“Augustine?” His mother’s voice suddenly reached his ears, interrupting the two children in their endeavour. “Where are you?”

“Oh no!” Said child whispered, face palming. “I totally forgot to tell Mom we were going to the park!” He turned to look at his companion. “Winnie, can you keep guard for me? I won’t take long, I promise!”

Said boy nodded, his hands still in the snow trying to make a good base. “You can count on me!”

“Thank you, I’ll be right back!” With that, Augustine ran off toward his mother to explain their disappearance, leaving Winnie with their snowman friends, not suspecting that anything would happen.

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‘Wow, it took more time than I thought to calm Mom down!’ The boy thought to himself as he walked back behind the tree. Just as he was about to step in though, he suddenly stopped in his tracks as he heard a sob.

He ran there, worried in his tone as he passed the tree. “Winnie? Are you o--”

His eyebrows furrowed at the sight in front of him. Their snowmen were gone, most of their parts lying miserably on the ground and even their snow angels disappeared, their forms having been deformed because of being trampled. Footsteps covered them and were oriented toward the weeping Winnie in the middle of the snowmen graveyard, missing his winter outfit and left in his indoor clothes.

Having heard him, the other child turned in his direction and just cried harder upon seeing him.

“I’m sorry!” He cried out, burying his face in his hands. “I really tried to protect the snowmen; I really did! But--”

“Hey hey, calm down!” He crouched to his level, his hands in front of him to show he was not angry. “What happened? And where is your coat?”

Winnie sniffled, shaking. “These tall people came in and destroyed everything!” He made big gestures with his hands as if to show the other the difference in height between him and them. “And when I tried to stop them, they slapped me and took my clothes!” He wept as indignation passed through the other boy’s face.

He was about to insult them, most probably, but then he took notice of how red Winnie’s face looked and realized that he must have been freezing there. Just to make sure, he grabbed one of Winnie’s hands in his own and even through the fabric, he could feel how cold the limb was.

“You’re so cold!” He remarked, standing up and pulling the other on his two legs as well. “We have to go back inside before you get a cold!”

“But--” Winnie looked back at the snowmen carcass.

“No but, come on!” He took off one of his gloves and handed it to the other boy. “Here take this one!”

Winnie frowned. “But what about your other hand?”

“It’s fine,” he reassured, taking one of Winnie's freezing hands in his warm ones. “See?”

The boy finally nodded, slipping the glove on. They began walking toward the entrance of the park before they were stopped by the other children who noticed the unusual state of the newcomer.

“Augustine!” One of them called out, his eyes darting back and forth between said child and Winnie. “Why is your friend crying?”

With encouragement from him, Winnie started explaining what happened during Augustine’s absence, a small group of children forming around them.

“That’s horrible!” A girl exclaimed before unwrapping her scarf and handing it to him. “Here, you can have that for now! I have a hood anyway, I’ll be fine!”

“O-oh-” Winnie stuttered, taking it, and thanking her quietly. He looked surprised at how kind the other children were being to him right now. Turning to Augustine, he noticed the way the other looked at him as if saying ‘I told you they would like you.’

“Do you remember what the bad guys looked like?” One of the boys suddenly asked, gaining everyone’s attention.

“They were two.” He began, looking up at the sky. “One of them was really tall with orange hair and freckles on his face and the other had dark hair and brown glasses--”

“With a line across his cheek, right?” Said boy finished, Winnie looking up at him in surprise.

“Yes... how did you know?”

“My father told me about them.” He responded. “Apparently, they are in middle school and are well-known for causing trouble.”

“We can’t let them get away with this!” Augustine suddenly exclaimed, making Winnie jump in surprise. “Do you know where they could have gone?”

As the group all thought deeply, one girl suddenly pointed toward the entrance. “Look, they’re the bad guys, right?”

“Wow, it’s really them!” Another guy said. “We should get the adul--”

But he did not have the time to finish his sentence, Augustine already running toward them. Since they were holding hands, Winnie was brought along as well, their two silhouettes leaving the area as the other children sighed and ran in the opposite direction to get their parents.

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“Hey you!” Augustine called out, pointing at the ginger person, who was holding Winnie’s bright blue coat in his hands. “Give Winnie his coat back!”

His friend scoffed at him. “You should go home kid; your parents must be so worried about you.” The other snickered, not paying any attention to the two children.

“Not until you give it back and apologize!” He stood firmly in place as Winnie’s face paled seeing the reaction of the two others at the last word. He attempted to drag him to safety but the other would not budge.

“Apologize?” The taller one repeated before laughing as he gripped the child by the collar. “Now listen here--”

“Put him down!” Winnie shouted, grabbing the attention of the other guy.

“Ah for fuck’s sake, do they not know how to shut up?” He groaned, walking menacingly toward Winnie.

The boy froze, looking around in panic. His eyes landed on Augustine who still looked as brave as ever despite being in a very disadvantageous position. He wanted to run away but that expression stopped him.

He was there because of him; it was not right for him to just run now!

He noticed a little rock by his feet and without thinking grabbed it, along with a ball of snow before chucking one at the middle schooler walking toward him and the other at the one holding Augustine captive.

The rock landed on the guy’s cheek, making him take a step back and reached the other in the eye, making him yelp in pain as he released both Augustine and Winnie’s coat.

“You’re gonna pay for that!” The one with the glasses yelled as he sprinted toward Winnie, fist raised. The child braced himself for the impact, raising his arms to protect himself but it was in vain as an adult voice came from behind.

“Stephen!” The teenager froze in shock. “How many times have I told you to stop bothering the other children?!” The woman yelled, freezing the two.

“But Mom-”

“No but!” She replied, grabbing both teenagers by the ear, and dragging them somewhere else to scold them. Their father stayed behind, reaching for Winnie’s coat, and handing it back to him.

“I’m sorry for my sons’ behavior.” He sighed, helping Augustine. “Were you two hurt?” They both shook their heads, making the man heave in a sigh of relief.

“Thank the stars, I’ll make sure this never happens again, you can count on me for that.” The two children nodded as the adult walked away toward his wife.

Winnie played with his fingers, feeling too guilty about putting Augustine in danger to look him in the eyes. “I...”

“That was so cool!” The other exclaimed, snapping the other into focus. Augustine had stars in his eyes as he shook the other child. “The way you just went peeew with the rock and snow was awesome!” He praised, rendering the other speechless.

He was finally released, the other grinning from ear to ear as he extended his fist toward him. “I’ve made my decision; I want to be your friend!”

Winnie’s eyes sparkled at that as he fist bumped him. “Thank you, Auggie!”

The other tilted his head. “Auggie?”

“Ah-” Winnie’s cheecks flushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry I uh... that came out of nowhere!”

“It’s fine, it sounds cool! You can keep calling me that.” He shook his hand. “Happy to be your friend, Winnie.”

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“Well, someone seems to be in a good mood!” Winnie’s mother remarked as she put the plate on the table. “What happened?”

“I made a friend.” The boy with a wide grin replied.

#cold front #cold front game #cold front winnie #cold front augustine #winnie bosko #augustine orlov #fanfic #fanfiction #this game is so underrated hello??#ngl I’ve been having ideas of writing the game events but through Winnie’s POV but school is kicking my ass as we speak #i hope no one has done this yet #I would be devastated #fluff #angst #ship?#ship? maybe #platonic or romantic

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charlesemersonwinchesteriii · 8 months

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#garashir #inspired by some garashir fanfic tropes that are BELOVED by me <3 #obviously this argument is just for funsies like two kittens playfighting #they would turn into goop and merge with each other like changelings if they could #Star Trek: Deep Space 9 #today I offer you: little joke posts that only I find funny. tomorrow? statistically speaking probably the same thing.#a/b/o gave us the concept of ''can't pull out cause of the knot'' but I want a version of that from the pussy perspective #tired of the top always getting to decide these things. my idea is we're done when the ajan says we're done.#actually it's garashir so more likely it would simply be garak lying #''Sorry doctor you can't pull out because of Cardassian xenobiology reasons :( no I will not explain anything further about this btw #but it's DEFINITELY a medical necessity and not me being a freak I prommy <3''#Starky's Original Posts #text post photosets #hm. not seeing heaven for these tags I think.

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ellascreams · 11 months

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Dannymay Day 29: Ghost Speak au

Danny was eating lunch alone when Wes frantically ran up to him. This was a common occurrence. “I finally figured it out,” said Wes. This, too, was a common occurrence.

“Figured what out?” Asked Danny before taking a bite of his apple. “That you aren’t going to prove my identity?” Wes rolled his eyes. “After months of study, I have finally worked out how to speak some of ghost language,” said Wes. Danny nearly choked on his apple and stifled a laugh.

“You learned ghost language from watching my fights?” Danny asked in disbelief. “Yes, I did, and I can prove it,” said Wes, crossing his arms. “Boo ah oh hoo, abo.”

“I am Wes Weston beware.” Repeated Danny. “You didn’t learn that from the Box Ghost did you?” Wes blushed. “Well, I… maybe,” he mumbled.

Danny couldn’t deny that what he had picked up on was impressive. “Here, I’ll teach you.” Danny picked up a pen and pencil. He spent the rest of lunch teaching Wes how to actually introduce himself in the language of the dead. Danny continued teaching him after that too. Pretty soon Wes was properly fluent.

#dannymay2023 #dannymay #danny phantom #wes weston #ghost speak au #fanfic #oneshot #I like this idea but I don’t think I wrote it that well #I love wes too much lol

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adventuretolkienlover · 10 months

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Me, at past midnight:

#JP's memes #My memes #Writing memes #Writing humor #fanfiction humor #fanfic #tangled #Vat7k #varian and the 7 kingdoms #varian and the seven kingdoms #My mom gets mad because she'll find me at past midnight writing on my phone.#I can't help it!#I got IDEAS #Plus the memory of a goldfish.🤣#JP speaks #memes

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zephyrchama · 25 days

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Have you all heard of the @belphegorzine ?

I found something most exciting in my inbox recently, and I'm honored to say I'll be writing a piece for this zine!

(If you don't know what a zine is, they're a kind of fan book with lots of neat art, writing, and goodies!)

They'll be opening up contributor applications in a few weeks, so please do check out @belphegorzine if you're interested in submitting some art or writing, or if you're a Belphie fan interested in following the project's progress! 💜

#so excited ive reverted to speaking like an 18th century peasant #I've got lots of ideas and I'm hoping to write something really nice! a special treat for Belphie fans!#I believe the invite art was drawn by user shootingstarrfish isnt it super cute #this isnt a fanfic or a headcanon like i usually post but a secret third thing (cool announcement)

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Vin Jin x Reader: Studying

Vin helps you to study. Shocking.

Music Theory.

The bane of your existence. You hate this goddamn module. You hate there's an exam coming up accounting for 30% of your overall grade. You hate it with every fiber of your being.

Ugh.

"What's this bullshit?" Vin leans over your right shoulder, face just inches from yours, bluelight from the laptop screen reflecting off his sunglasses.

"Bull. Shit." you respond, punctuating each syllable with contempt.

You study his profile, the angle of his sharp jawline, the way his lips slightly parts when concentrating. Listening to his soft breaths, the pattern of his easy inhales and exhales; a brief moment of peace from your academic headaches.

After a beat, he turns towards you with a patronising grin. Your eyes flicker again to his lips.

"Dumbass. You don't get tonal harmony? It's easy as shit."

Vin's grin doesn't fade when you glower at him, though he does pull up a chair.

With his arm around you, he fills the rest of your night with his voice. Talking to you about tonal centres and dominant functions until your head swims.

In the early hours of the morning, with Vin still by your side, it sinks in. You didn't think he had the patience.

You both fall into a rhythm.

Vin seeks you out most evenings, where you're sitting in the library with your head in your hands, hair looking further frazzled as the exam date creeps closer, the bags becoming more pronounced under your eyes.

He mocks you for your stupidity, "It's simple, dipshit." Laughs at your idiocy when he repeats something for the third time, chest puffing with pride at how easily he gets this, how music just comes naturally to him, he doesn't need to study. Competitive streak never giving up even where you are concerned.

And when finally, it clicks, he makes fun of your appearance instead.

"You look like shit," he deadpans. "Duke Pyeon, is that you?"

Vin, as always, is merciless and relentless; taking far too much enjoyment from his barbed snipes.

But he feels the ripples beneath the surface, under his own persona he has carefully curated over the years.

Without fail, he brings you snacks and drinks, moaning about you wasting his time and money. You didn't even ask.

Notices your exasperated movements when he scrolls through notifications and messages, and his attention should be elsewhere. He pockets his phone with a put-upon sigh, as if he wasn't waiting for his next cue.

Ruffles your hair roughly after you correctly answer a question, making it look uncannily like a bird's nest. Yet his pulse staccatos when you peer up at him with an annoyed expression.

Leans closer under the guise of reading what's on the screen, until his body is touching yours and he can feel the quickening of your heartbeat.

The tempo of his matches yours.

After the exam, you sprint out of the hall, relishing your freedom.

Under a gingko tree, Vin waits for you, though he will deny this to the end.

He brags about how the top marks are his, there's no way he didn't get 100%, maybe even 101%. Because he's just that good.

And you can't help but agree. He really is that good.

He calls you stupid, and would be surprised if you pass.

Vin's words are cutting except his blades are blunt. The insult lands on deaf ears and bounces off, never intending to hurt in the first place.

Then he changes tact, and instead if you do pass then it's all because of him. That you owe him one, he's very in-demand he'll have you know, he's wasted so much time with you, you better show how grateful you are-

You feelings reach a crescendo.

His mouth runs, but your heart sprints and you can't take it any more.

Up on your tiptoes, bodies lightly grazing, you press your lips to his.

Behind his sunglasses, Vin stares at you in shock and his body freezes.

There's a racing pulse but it's impossible to tell whether it belongs to you or him.

Just as you begin to regret your decision and pull away, breaking the connection-

Vin's arms snake around your waist, holding you tightly chest-to-chest and continuing where you left off.

You kiss again and it's a symphony.

#WAIT i havent written a first kiss with vin before?!?!?#also im sorry i know nothing about music #i love the idea that vin is actually a genius with music stuff #without studying or nothing. he just. is. it speaks to him #but duke is EVEN BETTER lol #damn american spellings and words are creeping in hard #lookism #lookism hc #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism fic #lookism fanfic #vin jin x reader #vin jin #jin hobin #jin hobin x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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sammis-svsss-brainrot · 3 months

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Okay so full disclosure there was another update to this video but it took a sad turn so I cut it, because YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS FIRST PART DOESN'T SOUND LIKE AN UNHINGED MODERN DAY BINGQIU FANFIC

LISTEN TO THIS AND TELL ME THIS ISN'T THE DEFINITION OF BINGQIU OH MY GOD

Like pretty pretty please someone should write this as Bingqiu... This is so them

Binghe breaks into Shen Yuan's apartment and Shen Yuan falls in love with him

AND this man can cook?? Like it sounds just like them holy shit

#sammi speaks #svsss #luo binghe #shen yuan #bingqiu #bingyuan #shen qingqiu #modern au #fic idea #fanfic idea #tiktok #reddit #minecraft #minecraft parkour

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admirxation · 10 days

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guys… what do we think of a father in law leon series after my exams… what we thinking ????

#admirxation speaks #fanfiction #what do u think #ideas #fanfic ideas #leon kennedy

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lycheedr3ams · 6 months

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I have so many fanfic ideas that I want to write, it's insane. but I barely have time to since I have to manage schoolwork, other hobbies, sleep, health, all that... here are some of my ideas, lmk if you guys feel strongly about any of them in particular

also a lot of my fanfics tend to have sad/dark undertones so if you're expecting fluff and sunshine, look elsewhere lmfao

knife-obsessed quiet loner konig. you befriend him by asking about his knives, he finds out you have a knife kink, hehe

Witcher!Konig x alchemist!reader (based off of this earlier post)

maybe I didnt have as many ideas as I thought whoops

I also do plan on doing the in-depth konig character analysis that I mentioned months ago, within the near future

#konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig fic #konig headcanons #lychee speaks #ideas #idea #plans #fanfic plotting #fanfic planning

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aibhilin-atibeka · 2 months

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You'd think in a game with no language knowledge you'd be lost 90% of the time. But actually, the 90% is you exploring the area, talking to people regardless if you understand anything and hey- these people talk back at you!!! It's 10% being lost (tho, tbh, the sewer system is more annoying than anything else) and 90% you'll get the pleasure of unlocking an understanding of the culture you find yourself in, together with their values and beliefs.

Chants of Sennaar, folks. I have Emotions about this game.

#chants of sennaar #here's an idea #the representation of how non-understanding can be handled *even IRL* might help people lose their inhibitions about talking to strangers #you learn a language by speaking #I ran out of posts to reblog about this game #one might notice that #one might also notice that this game Slaps #it's got so much genfic potential #damn but there need to be more fanfics

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the-crimson · 11 months

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Poor Pomme. Trying to sleep in the hotel after yesterdays events.

I imagine she holds the blanket over her head, shutters closed tight - perhaps she got one of her parents to hang blankets over the windows or board them up with planks… I imagine she lays on her side facing the wall remembering the screaming and yelling as the entire server fought to keep her safe… as she remembers the soft beating of butterfly wings.

As she remembers how beautiful and hypnotic they were. “Come play with us” they called out to her. “It is safe, come on out and play”. The panicked shouts as she warped out of her room to catch one were muffled at the time but now, laying in bed eyes squeezed shut with nothing but her own breathing to keep her company, they are clear as day.

She couldn’t help it. She almost couldn’t stop herself from chasing the beautiful red creatures. She didn’t notice the sky change color. She didn’t notice the new wave of screams as ghosts and wraiths descended on her friends and family. She didn’t notice the ferocious code entity that had lured her out of safety one last time.

Pomme holds the covers tighter over her head. Beads of tears leave icy streaks across her nose and into her hair and she feels her hands trembling. She curls her legs to her chest as she feels the room bearing down on her. Her heart surging into her throat as it threatens to tear open her rib cage to escape. Thu - thump! Thu - thump! Thump…. Thump… thump. Like the beating of butterfly wings.

“No!!!!!!” The word tears through her as she bolts upright.

A gentle - always gentle - hand reaches for her as Bagerha sits up from the floor.

“Pomme, Pomme! You are safe.”

Pomme graps the hand in hers hard enough that Bagerah has to force a smile through a flinch of pain.

“We are here, little Apple. We are here.”

Pomme glances past her to see all her fathers together, sleeping on her cramped hotel floor in a delicate jenga arrangement of limbs. The sight brings a small breathy laugh the Pomme’s lips as tears fall down her cheeks. She burrows her face in her mother’s feathers and can’t help the small whimper.

Pomme crawls out of bed, blanket dragging behind, and curls up on the floor in the pile that is her parents. What was once chaotic shifts slightly as, even asleep, her parents feel her distress and they curl around her.

Pomme finally finds sleep in the arms of her family… the rhythmic sounds of their breathing lulling her to sleep. The soft wishes of air through lungs… as gentle as butterfly wings.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfic #this was an accident #i swaer #uuuuuuuuuu sorry?#lol #look I woke up with these thoughts in my head #it wasn’t supposed to turn into a small fanfic #lmao #I like the idea of all the French sleeping in her room #both for comfort and to keep her safe #T_T #crimson speaks

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