#the pining was so strong during this scene

[m3r1m4r5u333]

So I just need to ramble some more about Eddie being queer-coded, and especially bi-coded. And pining. Always pining.

5x11 is an interesting episode. The episode is called "Outside looking in". Which btw makes me think of some stuff I've posted about before - how Eddie feels like queerness is not an option for him. He's watching from a distance, outside looking in. Sure, he'll support other queer people, but what about himself? Not an option.

Religious family, perhaps the lingering fear of losing Christopher's custody, fear of making his son's childhood even harder, and also I think... Just fear of discovery. I think Eddie has pined after Buck for a long, long time, and fears that people would realise how he really feels if he came out. It would be like stepping under a spotlight with no payofff. Just awkward, embarrassing because he thinks his feelings are a dead end. First he thought Buck was straight. And then even Buck turning out to not be straight changed nothing - Buck is already dating someone else, gushing about him to Eddie.

Anyway... Outside looking in. It's a very Eddie-centric episode, focuses a lot on Eddie's identity. He's quit 811 and works at a call center. The job doesn't suit him. It's dull, feels meaningless. He quickly becomes bored, sad, lonely. He's lost his identity, even his scars are missing when he gets ready for the day.

An interesting bit about Eddie's daily routine montage is the music that plays during it. It's Are you down to ride? by Skegss. Very queer-sounding!

"Let's pretend like we've done this all before

So much wilderness to go and explore

Your imagination is the best recreation

Remove the mask you're wearing and overcome your fear

Cut it with your smile and show the world what you're really like..."

...There's also the repeated flip, an alternating question of "Are you down to ride?/Are you down for life". The song is all about trying to overcome fear, to embrace your true self.

I won't quote the entire song but overall, there are lots of lines that sound like hints to hidden queerness. First of all, "so much wilderness to go and explore"? The montage also shows a framed photograph in Eddie's room. Curious "wilderness" there - a picture of some very phallic looking cacti!

"...This is it, this is what you were made to be

Yeah, might seem strange to you

It's as strange as hell to me..."

The word strange of course always makes me think of queerness, too. That's what the word queer used to mean. So strangeness, combined with the line about "this being what you were made to be". Curious.

Then the dialogue in that montage.

May telling Eddie that "the word of the day" ... ("..???". It's a fancy word I couldn't catch, I'm not a native english speaker),

means "to leave abruptly."

Which combined with the music about overcoming fears, removing a mask... naturally makes me think of coming out of the closet. Also, there's Eddie's abrupt decision to quit the team, and even his big decision to move away from the overwhelming pressure of his religious family.

The decision to quit the team forms after Eddie is hurt on the job. But it also forms after Eddie starts dating Ana, and after the relationship fails spectacularily - due to Eddie not loving her, and clearly not being ready to move on.

Personally I feel like Eddie freaks out about his strong connection to Buck and that is one reason why he wants to quit the team. It's there in that panic attack scene at the fire station. So many hints of unrequited feelings, and so much staring at Buck. So I think part of the reason why Eddie quits his job..? It's to gain some distance to Buck.

Eddie in Outside, looking in... The word of the day being "to leave abruptly"...?

It also has that scene in which Buck and Taylor come to Eddie's for dinner and Eddie tells Buck that Buck needs to move on, Eddie has. (It's obviously a lie, Eddie is a mess.)

When May whips out that word about leaving abruptly..., Eddie isn't a fan of it, wryly says "And I thought "bamboozle" was the word of the day lowpoint". (Bamboozle = to trick or deceive someone, often by confusing them)

Moving on isn't easy. Leaving the closet isn't easy. Deceit, tricks, confusion... no fun either.

Anyway, back to bi-coded dialogue.

There's Linda, another colleague, who keeps recommending Eddie some recipes. Btw I think I've said this before but. To me it sure sounds like this show loves making food related sex jokes!

In another episode we have Buck (a bisexual) telling Bobby and Athena that he likes their cooking equally.

Then there's Eddie later, in season 7, talking about his relationship troubles with Marisol, getting a text from Marisol who wants to know what Eddie wants for dinner. Buck suggests sushi, Eddie answers "The menu is not the issue."

And color me crazy if you like, but as far as I understand, it's a pretty old euphemism that men are "meat" and women are "fish"... So jokes about liking "fish". Sure sound like euphemisms to sex with women.

Anyway, back to Linda and recipes.

Eddie sees Linda, tells her

"By the way, you were right about the fish sauce! Never would have thought of it."

Linda answers "Told you. Umami levels off the charts!"

Eddie promises Josh to get to work right away. Then goes to post public service announcements on social media.

But turns out it's "Exit ramps closed..."

And in the montage his printer won't work. He makes a press release about a structure fire. A structure fire... sounds like an identity crisis.

Eddie's daily routine montage continues. He cooks breakfast for Chris and tells him to

'eat up so he can focus at school.'

Eddie calls him Bud as he says that. Which sure sounds to me like meta writing to the buddie fans. "Hey buddies, now's the time to get ready for school - pay attention!"

So pay attention to what, what happens after that, how are we schooled?

Eddie takes Chris to school, gets to work, and is seen talking to Linda again.

Eddie: Are you sure about this?

Linda, very confidently: Equal parts potato and butter!

Then Eddie is seen posting about "traffic collisions". One taking place at Sepulveda 405 fwy. Sepulveda is btw derived from spanish, and means "to bury". And 405? Could it be an episode? I think it is. And that one, season 4, episode 5... It's Buck begins.

Interesting, how that episode also has someone running away from his family: Buck. There's Buck, learning to ride his bike, running from home, running to Maddie to be patched up because he crashed on his bicycle.

Has Eddie maybe "crashed his bike", and gotten hurt, too, and that's made him quit the team abruptly?

Then the montage with Eddie in Outside, looking in, it also includes a child on the phone asking Eddie...

"Are you a real fire fighter?" Eddie says yes, I'm a real firefighter.

We've heard that question before! Another child sneeringly asks that same thing from Buck when he's forced to do desk duty.

(It's in that super buddie-coded episode, Monsters, the one with the crows who are repeatedly called buddies.

The crows attack young boys who torment them, the team wonders if the crows are waiting for these boys to come out.)

So... In Monsters, a boy asks Buck if he's even a real firefighter, Buck says that he is.

Which rather makes me think of bi erasure once again. The persistent belief that bisexuality isn't "a real" sexual orientation. "Oh everyone is "bi" these days, it's trendy!/You just made this up to get attention/You're really just gay/straight and won't admit it...

It's all about "You're not even real". The inability to take the bisexuality seriously is a never-ending reaction to us bisexuals. We are thought to be these mythological creatures, unicorns.

So I think it's very interesting that this is asked of Buck, and later of Eddie.

"Are you even a real firefighter?"

Very similar to this repeated challenge of... "Are you even a real person?"

Bisexuality is always very quickly dismissed as an option. It's apparent in this fandom too.

This actually reminds me of another scene in which Eddie once again calls Chris Buddy... And tries to tell him about meeting Ana, and really liking her. Chris is making a salad as Eddie starts talking about Ana, is enraged to hear about Eddie dating this woman, throws the salad on the floor, storms out. Eddie is left alone, collecting the pieces of that salad bowl. He looks sad.

Another thing that makes me return to the idea that Eddie is bi/pan? The hints about his relationships failing and dating being a performance - because he can't move on.

Right before Eddie asks Ana out, there's this emergency with that rapper dude. The episode is Jinx, the same one in which the team is trapped inside their truck due to deathly amounts of electricity. (Subtext!)

Jinx also has the clowns. Which I'd made crazy posts about before so to briefly summarize - I think the clowns are the queer audience, choking on the queerness of Buck and Eddie together.

Anyway, that rapper in Jinx:

Izzy chainz... Stuck on you. Or maybe,

Is it chains to be stuck on you? Catch me here - a qr code. Or a queer code?

That's Eddie, really. Not having moved on.

But Eddie tries to move on. Even though he's not ready. Eddie needs pep talks from Bobby to go on dates. He's not really ready to move on from Shannon, has not processed her death, their marriage failing.

But he hurls himself into that relationship anyway... And then anxiety builds. It's a sum of several factors, but still.

The panic attacks are quite revealing. They build a picture of Eddie not only being over Shannon, but also realising that he's now stuck on Buck as well, and cannot handle losing him.

One panic attack - when he sees a patient who looks startingly like Buck. Another when someone thinks Ana is Christopher's mother - making Eddie remember Shannon. And likely also Buck, because Ana's reaction is not only to deny that she's Christopher's mother. She also continues saying "I'm just a friend!" Much like Buck, who keeps parenting Chris despite not being a parent to Chris, despite being just a friend to Eddie.

Third panic attack... when Ravi thinks Ana is Eddie's wife - even though Eddie clearly doesn't love her, even forgot to introduce her because quite frankly, he's too distracted by Buck.

Is it chains, stuck on you..." Yes. Certainly, there are lots of chains stopping Eddie from moving on.

Those 'chains' made Eddie's relationship with Ana an impossible up-hill battle from the start, they're the reason why that relationship ends up failing. He does not pursue her freely, genuinely, he is trying to fall for a concept of them together.

The breakup also hints that Eddie's been catching feelings for Buck, and is left reeling, trying to understand them, and get over them.

But he still hasn't. They've always been there, from the way he just jumps into making Buck his family, to present day in season 7 where Marisol struggles to place her bag on Eddie's hallway table. There's just no space for someone like Marisol to set down their belongings, they joined this race years too late.

The space is already taken. The toy truck Buck gifted to Chris years ago takes too much the space for anyone else to get too comfortable. It's the first thing Eddie wants to see when he comes home. That's quite telling.

#911 buddie #evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #buddie 911 #911 on abc #evan buck buckley #911 abc #tv: 911 #eddie díaz #abc 911 #are you a real firefighter?

[tielmamon]

They stiffle another set of giggles as Jaskier and Ciri hide behind a few trees, spying on Geralt and Yen as they navigate their complicated little partnership once again. The young warrior bites her tongue, beaming at how Jaskier pitches his voice a few octaves higher, trying and failing to mimic Yen. In her opinion, she's say he sounds more like he's been kicked in the balls than anything else.

"You're unbelivable!" He shakes his head dramatically.

"You're delusional!" She almost coughs at the gruffness of her own voice.

They smile and for once in a long, long time Ciri feels...light. She feels like she's actually 15 and not the continent's number one target or the actual harbinger of the apocalypse. She sees Jaskier smile as bright as sunshine, in Geralt's words though she might just secure her death if she ever told anyone that. Not for the first time, she feels an immese wave of gratitute towards him. This silly man who always tries, no matter how grim and depressing everything gets, to make her smile. To reassure her, to talk to her as simply her- not a witcher in training, not a novice mage, not a future queen-to-be.

Once upon a time, she might have hated him for speaking to her like this, like she was a child. Now? She finds herself deeply comforted by that, by him and his words.

She suspects Geralt felt a similar sentiment when he and Jaskier travelled together.

In the distance, they see Yen reach to cradle Geralt's cheek, the other leaning into her touch. Such a horridly cheesy scene to witness, Ciri thinks with a hint of fondness and alot of disgust for her parents-of-suprise. Another quip forms on her tongue but just as it escapes, she turns to her companion and-

Oh.

His face falls, demeanor more serious and...sad. Ciri, with creeping concern realizes that his eyes turn glassy. Jaskier's eyes stay glued on the pair, in a way that is tired. Like he's seen this moment a thousand times before.

"I forgive you...for your various foolish words and deeds. For your lack of faith and hope. For your obstinancy. Doggedness..." This time, Jaskier says these words in his own voice, slightly shakey and whispered. At this point, Ciri is no longer looking at the pair infront of them. She's seen the same forlorn look on both of her parent's faces before, when they were hopping between homes. Everytime Yen looks at Geralt when he doesn't let her in the house. Everytime Geralt reads another letter tacked on the door smelling of lilac and gooseberries.

Everytime she asks Geralt why he stopped travelling with his bard after decades of companionship.

Heartbreak. That's what Jaskier looks like, Ciri realizes. Suddenly, she's overcome with the urge to hug the man beside her, comfort him like how he has to her. The two kiss and she doesn't dare look at Jaskier when they do.

"Jaskier?" She notes the heavy pause before he eventually answers.

"Yes, dear?" He's smiling again, she can hear. How real it is, she can't say. Reaching for his arm, she squeezes.

"Let's go. I'm bored." She hears a chuckle before she feels him get up. They both can't help but glance back at the couple once more, now in an intimate embrace. Ciri pushes the bard towards their cottage, ignoring the sniffle she hears or the quick wipe of hid cheek disgused as a scratch.

"Come on, you deviant." They walk back to the cottage in silence.

Part 2 (x)

#geraskier #the witcher #jaskier #cirilla of cintra #geralt x jaskier #geralt #little fix it #is it a fix it if its still sad? #sad uncle jaskier #sad niece ciri #the pining was so strong during this scene #fanfic

[celesterayel]

the it couple | luke castellan

request: I’m not really sure what qualifies as a request but could you write a Luke x reader where they are like the camp it couple? 🫶🫶

summary: common knowledge is how irrevocably in love luke castellan is with you.

"you know i adore you, i'm crazier for you than i was at sixteen lost in a film scene" - t.s.

w.c. : 702

warning(s) : none

pairing : luke castellan x reader

the campers of camp half blood don't quite remember how or when it had happened. It just always was: you and Luke Castellan, that is. where you went, he followed. the shadow to your guide and you the balm to his sorrow. annabeth used to whisper to the younger children–the ones who had been taken to camp far too young and therefore had little knowledge of love–that you and Luke Castellan were soulmates: seamlessly bound to one another. 

you yourself had never believed in fate despite the fact that you had met them–old bitter hags. you preferred to believe that life was not set in stone, unbreaking and withered to a timeline. it perhaps led to your brash attitude and ‘ride or die’ mentality but your mannerisms only made luke castellan fall in love with you all the more. some things were just beyond the gods' control. you and luke were one of those things.

you had first arrived at camp a decade ago, where you were then claimed by hades. of course news of you spread like wildfire: you were gorgeous, your talent with your bo staff was unmatched, and your father was one of the three–strong power ran through your blood and you showed it everyday during training. but that wasn’t exactly what caught the attention of everyone, rather the fact that the popular gaze of a certain brown-eyed boy always strayed to you. when you laughed, he smiled. where you went, he strayed. you were magnet and he was never far away.

you both tipped toed around one another, constantly drifting toward the other. playful banter slipped between you two and those around you wondered when you would finally just get together. the first time you guys finally breached the delicate line between more than ‘obviously pining friends’ was after an exciting rivalry game.

despite the strategic planning of annabeth–who clearly eyed the tension between the two of you–and the excellent swordsmanship, house ares had won the game because of you. You had been the one to distract luke castellan after clarisse had forced you to use your charms. it was fun to see the cute blush adorn his cheeks when you approached the head of the Hermes House.

“so, does this mean you agree to go out with me?” he breathed out, hands twirling his sword as he was once again bested by you in capturing the flag.

you laughed out, “i was just waiting for you to ask, castellan.”

no sooner after you had begun dating did the infamy of you two reach an all high around camp. how could it not? 

you two were the all anyone could talk about–the best of the best.

luke castellan was already the best swordsman at camp; a prodigy in the making. his brown curls and dimples only made him more popular among the girls and young teens. he was one of the highest placed leaders around camp; one of the few that clarisse actually respected and the one that annabeth regarded most. 

you were a gem in the rough: bold and brash at times, but calculating and quick-witted. you were the one to turn to when those around camp felt alone, always ready to take care of others and offer words of wisdom. you were a living definition of rules being broken and your power only highlighted the height of your placement around camp. 

when you two walked by, the eyes of the others strayed. newcomers learned of your names before they learned what exactly camp half blood was. 

when you threw your head back and laughed, people watched as Luke curled his lips in pride at being the one behind your laughter. when he sat round the fire and sang songs with the campers, you sat right beside him; head laying on his shoulder and hoping the moment would never end. he willingly allowed himself to lose camp games if only by your hand, time and time again.

yes, you were the it couple of camp half blood but none of that mattered, when he was the one for you.

#luke castellan x reader #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #Luke x reader #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #luke castellan #the lightning thief #can you tell im obsessed with him? #charles bushnell

[woso-dreamzzz]

Finally

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The pining is finally over

There's a hand on your waist.

You've been in Spain for nearly two months now. You've completed preseason and played your first two matches for Barcelona.

You've gotten used to Natalia and her touchiness. In her home country, she's more touchy than she ever was out of it. It's natural to have her skin against yours, holding you tightly.

You're used to her hand on your waist.

But it's not her hand on your waist right now.

The game earlier was a good one. A clean sheet for you and a seven goal win for the rest of the team. You don't know who it was but someone had floated the idea of going to the club.

You'd tried to wiggle out of it. You avoided clubs like the plague when you could. The music, the drinks, the too little space had you feeling boxed in and nervous but somehow you had been convinced.

Which was why you were sulking at the bar all night, trying to make yourself look as small as possible, which was quite a difficult task.

Natalia had been by your side all night, hyperaware of how this was absolutely not your scene. She'd held you like you love to be held and whispered straight in your ear so you could hear her over the music.

Every shift of her body had goose bumps erupting down your body and you wish for her presence now as someone else reaches to touch your waist.

"I recognise you," This newcomer says," You play for Barcelona, right?"

There's an edge to her voice that you can't place and she looks up at you from under her lashes. Her fingers gently dance up and down your waist.

You don't like it.

It doesn't feel like how Natalia touches you and you don't like it at all.

Talia disappeared off to the toilet a few minutes ago, promising that it would only take a second.

A second was all it took for this new girl to come up to you.

"Er...yes..."

She giggles like you've said something funny but you don't think you have. She steps further into your space and you wonder if it's impolite to back up a few paces.

It's different in Spain to Sweden. You wonder if everyone is as touchy as Natalia is, even if it's toward a complete stranger.

"I'm a big fan," The girl is practically purring, her voice dropping low and you have to crane your head down closer to hear her over the heavy bass of the music.

Her hand skates up to your bicep, squeezing the muscle there.

"You're so strong," She says, trailing her finger up and down your arm," What are you drinking? Can I buy you a drink?"

People in Spain are very friendly, you think and you look down at your glass.

"I've just got a coke."

She pouts, batting her eyes at you as she somehow steps even closer. "Just a coke? You've just come out of a big win. Don't you want to let loose a little?"

You let out a few awkward chuckles, eyes darting around desperately in search of Natalia. "I don't drink during the season."

"That's so disciplined. You're so disciplined, so in control of yourself. Are you always so in control of yourself?"

Somehow, she's pressed herself against you. Your chests are pushed together as she looks at you, a half-smirk present on your face. You don't like this at all but she's Spanish so you assume it's another one of those cultural things that confuse you.

You don't want to shove her away and be impolite but you don't want her touching you anymore, skin crawling.

A hand lands on your waist again but you recognise it this time.

Natalia hooks her chin over your shoulder and stares down at this new girl.

"Can we help you?"

The girl moves to speak, to say what you don't know but it's clear that Natalia doesn't care because she gently nudges you to move.

You relocate closer to the doors and Talia keeps glancing over at the other girl, face set firmly into a frown.

"Why did you let her do that?" She asks, her eyes not straying away from the girl at the bar," Touch you like that? Touch you like how I touch you?"

"She was just being friendly," You say. Your brow furrows and you're sure that your little crinkle has appeared.

Natalia scoffs, swirling her drink around angrily in her glass. "She wasn't being friendly. She was flirting." She spits out the last word like it personally offends her.

"She was?"

Finally, Talia cuts her gaze to you. Her features soften slightly as she looks at you. She downs her drink in one go. "You're so oblivious," She says. The words are soft and low and barely audible over the loud music but you still hear them perfectly.

"What?"

Talia's looking at you in disbelief, shaking her head before she's got your waist in her hands and she's pulling you closer until her lips ghost your ear.

"You're so oblivious. I couldn't believe it at first but it's true. There's so many girls trying to throw themselves at you. That girl from earlier, girls at matches. They touch you in ways that aren't friendly and you jump through hoops trying to convince yourself it's platonic. You're so oblivious."

Ever so slightly, her hands tighten on your waist and she pulls back to look at you.

She isn't that much taller than you so you're practically at eye level as she stares.

Her eyes flick from your gaze down to your lips and then back up at your eyes again.

That's when everything comes crashing into you.

All those hugs, those private 'friend' dates to coffee shops and restaurants, those naps you took on her sofa together.

"You don't even know," Talia continues, like she doesn't even care about the bomb she's just dropped on you," I think that's even worse. You can't even let them down easy but you just don't know. It's infuriating."

Your heart's in your throat or, maybe, it's in Natalia's hands because you can't tear your eyes away from her.

She's still holding your waist, her hands familiar and welcome. Her gaze is hypnotic and your chests rise and fall in sync with each other.

"Natalia-" You say before breaking off. Your eyes dip down to her lips, barely even a glance but you know she catches you looking. "Talia...I...I think I'm in-"

"I know."

She kisses you like you're the only two people in the room. It's different to the kiss you shared as teenagers when you were scared and unsure.

Her lips mould against yours easily and everything else blends away until it's just you and her.

"Natalia," You breathe out when she pulls away," Do you...Do you want to go on a date with me?"

Talia laughs, pecking your lips. "Ask what you actually want to ask, mi vida. You will like the answer."

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

You go home with Talia in that moment, completely forgetting that you had told your mothers you would call tonight.

#hardersson x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

[starbylers]

Mike ‘rejecting but accepting’ Will cannot co-exist with Will getting a happy ending

Even when I try to genuinely picture a scenario in which we get an ‘I accept you’ ending to Byler (it’s not happening this is just a thought exercise lol) I just…can’t? It's impossible to do without sounding like someone who's never read or written a story in their life:

Mike says 'You'll always be my best friend but I'm straight and I love my girlfriend sorry' and then what? They just never talk about it again? Ignore the elephant in the room every time they're together? Mike can't do anything to help Will with this, other than distance himself to make it easier but it's practically confirmed they will be a team next season so that's not happening. Will is not a robot, he won't just stop loving Mike because Mike says he's straight. Will already believes Mike is straight and in love with El, and yet his feelings are strong as ever. They won't just disappear, it would take time and active effort.

So if this 'rejection' happens early in the season (giving Will actual time to feasibly move on), if his arc was really to 'get over Mike', is he just going to hang around the rest of the season feeling sad but trying to forget about it? So it's just another season of Will being in unnecessary emotional turmoil...and then one day he just kind of does forget about it and the storyline fizzles out? What even is that. Like try and picture how this would actually play out on screen, it's ridiculous to even consider.

The only solid place Will's acceptance story could go after confessing to Mike is coming out to his family (and hopefully the party) which we obviously all want for him and I hope they get a really beautiful scene, but the problem is the audience knows everyone will love Will no matter what (he might not know, but we do and we are the target audience here) so there's no stakes. The only real stakes in Will's coming out from a storytelling perspective is how Mike will react (it’s the only uncertain variable), and if we get this very early on in the season (giving Will time for a believable 'moving on' arc) his storyline would be incredibly anti-climactic, it would have peaked and have nowhere else to go. It's not like he's going to date someone else.

And if we don't get the 'rejection' early on, Will won't have time to feasibly get over it (especially since we already established that being rejected and moving on would not be an automatic process for someone as unconditionally in love as Will is with Mike), and he would inevitably end the season unhappy. But we know that's not happening so...

And no him getting over it during the time-skip is still not logical or good storytelling, it would be a cop-out and an unsatisfying plot device. Like Will confesses and is rejected by the boy he loves then it’s the next episode and he just doesn’t care anymore and the whole storyline is dropped? If it was an early season time-skip, then he’d have no real personal arc for the rest of (majority of) the season. If it was a mid-late season time skip, we’d still have him either pining or trying to move on (which is a painful and hard process for anyone) for the whole pre-skip, depending on when exactly the rejection occurs.

It's not that Bylers think Will couldn’t ever be happy without Mike but it's that the narrative as it's set up is not going to accomodate that whilst also adhering to basic storytelling principles (and without the writers letting a gay character constantly suffer with no pay off). He will either end up with Mike, spend the season hurting/pining/struggling again but by the end it just sort of fades into nothing (‘moving on’), OR they will drag his unrequited love to the final episodes guaranteeing his unhappy ending. Anything else would be nonsensical and unrealistic aka him just being fine and happy and completely over it right after he's rejected. Or them completely forgetting about the build up of this storyline with the excuse of a time jump, cutting short his personal arc and leaving the character with nowhere to go. These are literally the only options for the end of Will's story, and the only one that is happy and is objectively the better-written story is Byler.

#byler #I wrote this during an exam help

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.

pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: nonidol!minho/nonidol!felix. straight (??) minho and gay felix. childhood friends to lovers. some angst. fluff. pining galore. kinda confession au. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. felix pov.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. the angst isn't too strong in this one. sexuality is questioned and destroyed in these parts. felix is pretty down bad for minho in this one. smut warnings below cut!! 

word count: 5.5k

summary: minho has always been straight and felix has always been gay. but after a certain incident happens during a drunken game of truth-or-dare between friends, sexualities and feelings will be thoroughly questioned.

18+ warnings: dom!minho x sub!felix. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends). anal sex/fingering. a blowjob is given. jerking off happens. kinda spit kink??. degradation (slut, whore, fuck toy, etc.). kitchen sex. pet names (baby boy, doll face, etc.). dirty thoughts/fantasies. masterbation. voyeurism. pervy!minho. sex toys (butt plugs, cock rings, vibrating dildos). scratching. LOTS of hair pulling. ownership/possession. cum play. breeding kink (you know i had to get it in there). somewhat dumbification. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. nipple play. lots of dirty talk. cock training is mentioned. subspace. loud sex. minho has a really big cock. size kink.

a/n: what can I say, ya'll??? I'm just a complete and messy slut for minlix at this point... 🤷🏼‍♀️ I really don't see myself getting over them anytime soon... especially after they have moments like that one during the stay week live. yeahhh, I might've replayed that scene with them whispering 'Ily' to each other like, a thousand times over, but who's counting, right?? 😃👍🏼 idk there's just smth about their dynamic... how opposite they are to each other, yet perfect for each other in the same way, that just REALLY gets me!!! 😫 anyways, I went pretty ham on this one haha, I did not expect for it to be this long or this filthy, but I got inspired to write it from this one bl booktok I saw a few days ago, so... here we are!! 🫣

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). © ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

“I dare you to… kiss Minho!” 

The moment the words fell from Seungmin’s lips, Felix was already majorly regretting getting roped into the game. 

Hell, he hadn’t even wanted to play in the first place. 

But his seven other friends were fairly convincing when under the influence of a dozen bottles of soju. 

And Felix, being the “ball of sunshine” that he was, just couldn’t say no to everyone. 

That, and the fact that the alcohol thrumming through his veins prodded him forward into the long game of truth-or-dare. 

He wished he hadn’t picked dare at that moment. 

Maybe then his heart wouldn’t be doing fucking summersaults in his chest and his cheeks wouldn’t feel like they were lit on fire from the other’s intense stares all around him. 

“W-What? No way, Minho is-“ He started, eyes already searching around his circle of friends and finding his brown irises in the mix of everything. 

The elder, cherry-red-headed male was the only completely sober one out of the entire lot, sitting there all straight-backed with his legs folded underneath him as he gazed on at the game in boredom. 

But now he didn’t seem all that tired of the stupidity of it all. 

 No, now… he seemed quite intrigued. 

“That’s a stupid dare Seungmin, and you know it.” Hyunjin threw back in the wake of the silence that had lapsed between everyone. 

“Why? Because Felix is gay and Minho is as straight as a board?” Changbin chimed in with a hearty laugh as he took another long swing of his bottle of peach-flavored soju. “Oh please, give me a break… this is a fucking drinking game, for God’s sake! Have a little fun!” 

Felix was a mass of twitchy limbs and nervous jittery energy there in his spot across the living room from Minho. 

The elder man was still looking at him, regarding him with that silent, easy way that he was known for. Minho’s dark eyes swirled with curiosity, as they roved down the length of Felix. 

He slumped down against the pillows at his back, heart pounding against his chest and threatening to break all of his ribs in one single breath. 

“Let’s do it.” Is all Minho said with that easy smirk of his. The kind he always leveled at Felix whenever he was feeling extra playful. 

Felix swallowed once, his fingers finding the hemline of his oversized tee and playing with the soft fabric there in his anxiety. He didn't want anyone to know - didn't want Minho to know - how he felt about the older guy. 

  That he had had a raging, impossible crush over him for years. 

  He didn't even know when the attraction had started. It was like one day he had woken up and suddenly... his childhood best friend Lee Minho looked so fucking beautiful to him. 

  He looked hot, too. 

  And slowly, Minho had started to become the sole object of all of Felix's desires. 

  He'd imagine what the red-haired male would do to him, late at night in his bedroom. 

  How Minho would look, hovering above Felix as he gave him exactly what he needed. 

  But all of those fantasies were entirely just that... fantasies. 

  Because Minho was straight. He had only ever dated hot women before - whether they were girls he had picked up at the local club for a night, or a handful of his coworkers that he saw daily. And he had claimed in the past multiple times that he was never changing that. 

  Felix knew that he would never be the thing - or the one - to shift Minho's way of thinking. 

  He wasn't that special. 

  So he'd just have to live with the fact that- 

  "Felix, come here." 

  Minho's voice came out all dark and whispery like he meant for only the younger man to hear it. Panicked, wide eyes shooting up to meet his stare, Felix watched, as the shadows danced across his face. 

  The command fell from the elder's lips effortlessly. And like a man in possession of an evil spirit, Felix already found himself moving. Limbs picking up from his spot across the way from Minho and moving towards him without any form of hesitation. 

  Felix wasn't even registering what he was doing. He was just breathing on autopilot, letting his muscles become controlled by the way Minho was crooking a finger his way, beckoning him slowly and silently. 

  Then, soon enough, Felix was blinking straight again and seated in Minho's lap, with either of his knees around his waist. 

  "Minho- we don't... I know you're-" he started, losing his words halfway through his thoughts as he realized how fucking close they were. The rest of his friends melted away into the background, and he lost track of the fact that they had an audience. 

  All he could focus on was the way Minho was looking at him just then... eyes hooded just a tiny bit. Rosy, plump lips ticking up into a devilish, sardonic kind of smile. His eyes ran over the length of Felix's face in bated silence, and then he was reaching up with two hands, brushing gentle fingers against his chin and locked jaw, before finding the nape of his neck, long digits sinking into the soft locks of Felix's hair. 

  "It's okay baby... just let me take care of it, hmm?" Minho's voice was barely above a whisper, and the sound of it immediately shot shivers down Felix's spine. The elder tugged a little bit at his long, raspberry-blue locks, bringing him closer than ever before. Felix had to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep in the strangled moan that threatened to escape from deep inside of him. "It's just a game, right?" 

  Felix only had time to swallow around the lump in his throat once, as in the next breath, he was enveloped in the scent of... him. He could do nothing else but desperately take in shallow breaths as Minho's lips wrapped around his. 

  The fit was fucking perfect. 

  And the moment the elder's tongue darted out, the tip tracing the line of Felix's mouth, a tiny squeak fled from his throat. It was more of a quiet groan, but he hoped that none of the others could hear it. Hell, that Minho couldn't hear it. 

  In a single heartbeat, Minho was yanking at his roots, hauling him closer as he deepened the kiss, tongue swiping over his mouth and silently asking for entrance. Felix's hands frantically grasped in front of him, searching for some kind of anchor. Anything would suffice, otherwise, he'd tip over the edge and wouldn't be able to hold himself back any longer. 

  So his small hands found purchase in the fabric of Minho's shirt, fingers digging against his chest and clutching there for dear life as the older's tongue dipped into his parted mouth. 

  The red-haired male tasted of nothing but sweetness... light, saccharine sugar that made Felix's stomach do twirls of anxiety and compelled butterflies to erupt all over his veils at the flavor of it all. 

  He pushed forward with a little more fervor, kissing Minho back with all of the energy that he felt building inside of him. It flooded through his veins, thrumming across his skin and dancing up the column of his neck. It came out in a furious flush of crimson. He could feel it paint his cheeks and nose and the tips of his ears, as Minho's lips worked against his so perfectly. 

  His body was pulled completely taut, like a bowstring ready to be released. Involuntarily, his hips wanted to move, to grind down against Minho's waist. But somehow, he managed to hold himself back. 

  And then almost as quickly as it had started, the entire thing was over. Minho was tugging away from him, a messy string of saliva dragging between their mouths. His lips were puffy and kiss-swollen, and Felix couldn't even imagine how he looked in that moment. 

  "Okay?" The cherry-red-haired male asked in a quiet voice that was meant just for Felix alone. His hands left the confines of his long blue locks, resting against either of his cheeks and brushing soft thumbs across the skin there. 

  "Y-Yeah... all good..." Felix mumbled, beginning to scramble off of his lap in his haste to retreat into himself. Felix didn't want to see the look on Minho's face when he eventually noticed the pink bloom on his skin. He didn't want the others to find out about his feelings... especially Minho. 

  The rest of the guys were silent, and Felix's eyes skirted around the room, completely avoiding Minho's form as he got back into his previous place amidst the blankets and pillows. He could feel the red-haired male staring at him, eyes searing holes into his skin as he regarded the younger man.

  "Wow- that was-" Chan started, but was cut off by Felix shooting an anguished hand into the air. 

  "Let's just drop it, yeah? Who's next?" His gaze locked with Chan, and the expression he found there was one of pure, utter compassion and softness. Chan knew that he wanted to move away from the topic, so he started the game all over again. 

  And Felix sat there, practically fucking unraveling at the seams because he could still smell Minho's musky aftershave, could still taste him on his tongue, could still feel the way their mouths slid together effortlessly, could still hear the way Minho sucked in a sharp breath when Felix peeled himself away from him, his hips pressing against his for an instant. 

  "Strip for me, baby boy." 

  The command came out in that long, drawn-out voice of his. The one he always used on the younger when he meant business and wasn't playing around anymore. 

  Without hesitation, Felix was grabbing at the waistline of his sweatpants, shucking them and his boxers off of his legs. 

  The elder male said nothing else after that, strong hands coming up on either of his sides, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as he hauled Felix's body up onto the kitchen countertop, resting his bare ass against the cool edge of the white marble. 

  To Felix's utter surprise, the man before him slowly sunk to the ground, getting on his knees and positioning himself between his slightly opened legs. His red hair was a shock of brightness against the otherwise milky tone of Felix's thighs, and he swallowed deeply at the sight of it all. Like a bright flame amidst a white-out storm.

  "You're gonna let me suck you off, right?" He purred, hands clasping onto either of his knees and stretching his legs apart. His nose nuzzled into the skin of Felix's inner thighs, planting kisses there. "Gonna let me make you feel good?" 

  Felix was nodding before he could even think better of himself and his sanity, unable to speak at that moment from the way that Minho was burrowing his face into his thighs, giving kitten licks to every part of him that was exposed. 

  Because he didn't answer, he felt the elder's teeth scrape against his skin, as he bit down slightly, forcing purple to begin blooming underneath his mouth. "Use your words, doll face... I won't ask again." His tongue dragged across the sting, soothing away the pain in an instant before he was moving again. 

  Further, and further up... 

  "Y-Yes! Please... suck me off- want you to suck me off right fucking now!" Felix all but whined out, hands outstretching towards the elder in supplication and finding purchase in his crimson roots.

  At the feeling of Minho's hot breath fanning against his stiff length, Felix found his head stretching towards his spine, eyes already rolling into the back of his skull from the anticipation of it all. And when Minho blew a few puffs of teasing warm air against his tip, he shuddered like a psychotic bitch. Like one of those characters that they'd watch get possessed by an evil spirit or a ghost in a horror movie. 

  The way he was reacting to just the littlest of touches and actions was borderline freakish. The way Minho could simply breath on him and he was already falling apart at the seams, was something otherwordly. 

  Uncanny and bat-shit crazy. 

  At the feeling of Minho's tongue poking out between his pretty red lips and touching the tip of him, Felix was a total and complete goner. Fingers clutching into red waves a little bit harder, he desperately tried to bring the elder's face close to where he needed him most. 

 Then, before he could even compose himself for what was to come, Minho was already moving again... tongue flattening out against his length, dragging down the span of it, mouth wrapping around the tip that was already leaking out droplets of precum onto the tiled kitchen floor underneath them. 

  "A-Ah... yeah, just like that-" Felix mewled out in a breathy tone, nails digging into the scalp of the older as he rose higher and higher towards his release. 

  Tongue swirling around him, Minho's hands made quick work of the rest of Felix - fingers digging into one side of his hip, while his other hand was busy playing with Felix's hardening shaft. He swirled his tongue along the tip of Felix's cock, hand squeezing only slightly at the base in a teasing kind of way. 

  Felix was already trembling underneath his tongue, and his eyes shot open at the same time that the noises of Minho sucking him off filled the entire space around them. He looked down at the sight of the red-haired man between his legs - cheeks hollowed out and spit running down his chin messily as he fucked Felix with his mouth alone. 

  Minho stared up at him then, catching his gaze in the heated silence between them. The look in his eyes read pure and utter lust, the darkness swirling around his cheekbones as he took the entire length of Felix down his throat, sucking up and down with a lazy kind of rhythm. The sight that they were making together - with Felix's cum leaking out of his tip, and Minho's spit thrown into the mix, was almost enough to tip the younger over the edge. 

  "You're cock is so pretty, baby- so soft and cute..." Minho praised when he came up from his length to catch his breath. Then he was sinking back down again, pearly white teeth coming around the flushed flesh of Felix's tip. "Makes me want to suck you off for the rest of my fucking life if this is how good it's gonna be." He hummed, the feeling of the vibrations of his voice shooting gooseflesh across the younger's flesh.

  Felix couldn't help but buck his hips upwards at the elder's words, loving the feel of his tip hitting the back of Minho's pretty throat. The rutting against his face caused Minho to gag again and again, but Felix was too fucked out of his mind and too crazed in heat to care about anything else at that exact moment. 

  "I-I thought you were- were straight," Felix panted out in that deep voice of his. The one that turned all husky and shit whenever he was filled with so much arousal it thrummed in his veins. His hands gripped a little harder at the back of Minho's hair, forcing his face close to his pelvis. "But the way you're sucking me off so well right now- makes me think the opposite." 

  Minho's tongue took a broad stroke of his cock, laving up the taste of him as he slowly pulled away from his girth, wiping the excess droll and cum off of his puffy, shiny lips. "Oh- I fully intended to stay that way, darling," he began, hinting at his sexuality as he smirked up at him and gave him a devilish kind of wink. The kind that made Felix go weak in the knees. "But then we made out at that party last month- and I couldn't get the thought of fucking you out of my head."

  "I've had a raging crush on you ever since we were teenagers." Felix suddenly blurted out. At his confession, he could already feel the heat rising from his bare chest, washing his cheeks in cotton candy pink. "It was- pretty bad a few years ago... like, I couldn't sleep at night if I didn't jack myself off to the thought of you." 

  He felt dirty telling one of his best friends his deepest secret. It was one thing to keep it all bottled up inside - but to be naked before that same person you've been fantasizing about for so long, to have them on their literal hands and knees, sucking you dry, was a very different story. 

  His words forced Minho up from the ground, and soon, he was standing in front of him, hips between Felix's bare, parted legs and leaning into him. The elder male's hands came up to his face, stroking across the line of his jaw before coming up behind the nape of his neck and drawing him close. 

  "You've been so desperate for me, hmm?" He whispered, nearing Felix's space and breathing heavily against the skin of his cheek as he came in contact with the freckled flesh there. "My poor, poor baby... been so alone for so long, when all you ever wanted was me-"

  Felix suddenly yanked his face out of his grasp, gaping up at him with wide, supplicant eyes. "P-Please, say that again." 

  "Say what?" Minho frowned down at him, dark brows tensing together as his chestnut-brown irises searched the face of the younger male. 

  "Tell me I'm yours- tell me I'm you're... baby." 

  Understanding dawned across Minho's face, and soon, he was leaning into him again, mouth covering up the empty space between them in the next instant. The kiss took Felix's breath away, and the way he could taste himself on Minho's tongue forced a little bit of his sanity to vanish into thin air. 

  Already feeling the arousal rise into the pit of his stomach just from the way that Minho's lips were connected with his - tongue dipping into his mouth - Felix made to frantically push him away, palming Minho's chest that was still covered up in the oversized grey hoodie he always liked to wear. 

  "So just- just fuck me already, will ya?" He all but begged, pressing his hips up against the elder's waist, grinding his hard length against him. "Just put me out of my misery and fuck me into oblivion. Please, Min- I need it so much, I-" 

  Minho peered down at him with that piercing gaze, the curve of his lips smashing into a thin line. "Quit begging me- I was already planning on fucking you the moment I felt your hard cock grind down on me during that stupid game." His command came out a little harsh in tone, sending a furious shiver up the length of Felix's spine. 

  The younger man said nothing more after that, just as Minho reached behind his back and stripped himself of his hoodie and oversized graphic tee. The smooth plain of his stomach left Felix swallowing down a groan, as his eyes traveled low, towards the dip at Minho's waist, and landing on the growing tent in his black sweatpants. Minho's skin glistened under the faint lights of the kitchen, muscles rippling with each sharp breath that he took. 

 Felix watched in silence as Minho seemingly pulled a bottle of lube right out of thin air. He could feel his dick twitching in bated want, as he followed each and every one of Minho's movements - from the opening of the bottle to the dripping of the clear liquid onto slim fingers. 

  "Take a deep breath for me, baby," Minho coached, tipping into his form and littering kisses against his exposed clavicle. Then one of his hands was wrapping around Felix's cock, pumping his palm up and down the rigid length. 

  Felix did as he was told, taking in shuddering gulps of air as Minho's lips came close to his again. "You ever done this before?" Felix suddenly asked, limbs twitching in anticipation as he felt Minho's fingers that were coated in lube dancing near his entrance. 

  "Nah, but I've seen you do it enough times to get the gist of it all." He sneered down at him, connecting their lips again in another feverish kiss.

  And before Felix could even wrap his mind around what that meant, Minho was plowing a finger into him. The lube was cold against his skin and made him jump in the elder's hold. But then, Minho started thrusting in and out with languid strokes, and soon, Felix was moving against his hand, rutting himself atop his finger. 

  "Y-You watched me?" He managed to stutter out after they had parted to catch their breaths, just as Minho added another cool finger, slowly beginning to stretch him out. "When?"

  Minho shrugged nonchalantly, almost like the thought of him watching Felix fuck himself alone in his room wasn't that big of a deal. Like they were sitting on the living room couch chatting over tea, and not in such a precarious position in his apartment's kitchen. 

  Just then, a wave of memories came over Felix. All of the guys had spare keys to each other's places, and Minho had one to his apartment. So perhaps the elder had caught him when he had snuck into his place to surprise him on a few rare occasions. He liked to do that quite a bit, to be honest. 

Visions of what Felix liked to do in the privacy of his room came flooding back into his mind. Him, stretched out across his bed, his entire focus glued to his computer screen as he watched a hot gay couple act out some scene in one of the many porn collections that he had tabbed on his laptop. 

  Usually, he'd just lazily stroke himself til he came when he watched the porn. But then other times, when he wasn't in the mood for any porn, he'd find himself losing his mind over the thought of Minho. First, he'd stroke himself as he imagined what it'd feel like for Minho's hands to replace his. Then, he'd lube himself up and finger his hole until he was crying out in agonizing bliss. 

  The orgasms were always mind-blowing when he imagined Minho in the depths of his fantasies. Sometimes, he'd shove a huge, realistic-looking vibrating dildo up his entrance and grind down on it, fucking himself silly to the thought of riding Minho into oblivion. 

  Other times, he'd stick a butt plug up his ass and fit a cock ring over the length of his cock, envisioning that Minho was the one who was using the toys on him in utter punishment because he had misbehaved for some stupid reason. 

  Almost every time that Minho was the object of his fantasies, Felix would be a moaning mess in his bed - squirming and whimpering out his name in pure, unadulterated lust. 

  And to think that the Lee Minho was in his place during some of those heated, private moments, watching through the crack of his bedroom door, was... 

  Embarrassing yet incredibly hot all at the same time. 

  "It doesn't matter when or how- and what can I say... you're really fucking cute when you're horny." He added a third finger after that, groaning against the stretch. "I heard you- when you'd cry out my name as you fingered yourself to the brink of ecstasy- as you bounced on that giant vibrating dildo you keep hidden in the depths of your nightstand drawer," Minho grunted out in a raspy tone, as Felix continued to grind down on his hand, forcing Minho to grip harder onto his throbbing cock. "Shit- you're so tight... gonna have to fuck this tight little hole right open..." 

  Felix bent forward, teeth taking hold of the elder's bottom lip and sinking down into the plushness there as he spoke in a whispery voice, "Just- stick it in already... I'm going to lose my fucking mind if I don't have your cock in me within the next two minutes." 

  Minho flashed him a sardonic smirk, licking his lips as he made quick work of his pants and boxers. "Say no more, baby doll." 

  At the sight of finally being able to gaze upon Minho's bare cock, Felix let out a flurry of whines and curses. Minho squirted out some lube onto his hand, palming his cock a few times to prepare himself. Then Felix was clutching onto his hips in hastiness, positioning the redhead right over his entrance. 

  Tipping his head back at the feel of Minho's blushed-red tip ghosting across his hole, Felix let out a deep groan, "Fuck- you're gonna be a bitch to take, aren't you?" He cracked his eyes open to see Minho grinning down at him with a shit-eating look on his face. 

  "Pretty much... all the girls I've slept with always have a hard time," then he was pressing into him, taking it inch by inch and yanking a string of moans out of Felix with each languid push. "But you're gonna do just fine- like the good little slut that you are, you're gonna take all of me." 

  Then, without any warning, he was ramming up into Felix, bottoming out in one go. The younger let out a scream that was a mix of pleasure and pain, his entire body convulsing from the feeling of it all. 

  "F-Fuck, you're fucking huge-" He mewled, nails digging into Minho's back as he began to move against Felix's hips with fluid strokes, thrusting in and out slowly at first. 

  "I'll have to train this pretty little hole to take me- train your mouth too," Minho growled in a gravelly voice, face sinking towards Felix's chest and tongue swirling around one of his pretty, rosy-red pebbled nipples. He bit down at the raised flesh there, yanking a tangle of sobs from the depths of the younger's soul. His palm squeezed down a little harder on Felix's own cock, as he set a merciless rhythm, pounding away at his entrance. "What do ya say? You- all splayed out on your bed every night, having me teach you? Having me tear you open so that you can take my cock like a good little whore?" 

  Felix swallowed around the strangled moan that threatened to escape past the lump in his throat, digging his nails into the skin of Minho's shoulders as his orgasm crested over the edge of his mind. "Mmh- fuck, yes... want you to teach me how to take it all- how to take this big, beautiful cock of yours."

  At that, Minho rolled his hips into him at a vicious pace, thumb playing with the tip of Felix's cock, dragging the precum down the hard shaft. "That's my boy- suck a good slut for me... such a good fuck toy, hmm?" Then he was chuckling against his skin, as his mouth came open to suck around Felix's other nipples, tongue gliding up the skin around it. "Gonna be my dirty little secret, yeah? No one has to know that the resident straight boy is fucking you dumb- fucking the cock-whore dumb every night with his big, fat dick..." 

  Felix couldn't hold it in anymore, finally letting the strangled screams fall from his lips as he desperately chased his high. Hands frantically searching for purchase, he pulled at Minho's dark roots, letting his entire body get rocked backward from the rough thrusts of the man between his legs. The sounds of their fucking filled the entire apartment in a healthy coating of lust - the sound of Minho pounding away at his wet hole breaking off the last bit of resolve Felix had. 

  "I-I'm gonna come-" He shrieked out in anguish, clutching on for dear life to Minho's hair as the elder continued his frenzied speed. Felix felt like he was getting torn open at the seams from his cock alone, bleeding out with a mix of cum and lube and spit. 

  And then he was falling off of the cliffside, allowing the white-hot light of his orgasm to course through his veins. It ripped across his entire body, flooding his cheeks in heat and making his blood boil. His orgasm came out in white streaks, and when he felt a mouth hover over his length again, lapping up his seed in supplication, he all but came again - right then and there. 

  "Mhm- my baby boy tastes so good," Minho hummed out once he had finished cleaning Felix up, as he chased his own high, still plunging his length deep into the younger's hole, hitting that gooey spot inside of him again and again that made Felix's eyes violently roll into the back of his head every time. Like he was getting fucking exorcised or some shit. "Makes me wanna force you to cum every single fucking day, that way I can have you on my tongue at all times." 

  Felix felt him stiffen up inside of him, as Minho reached his peak. Grabbing at his locks, Felix pulled the older man close to him, pressing his mouth against his and swallowing up the groans that escaped past Minho's lips as his orgasm racked through his body. 

  The blue-haired man felt stuffed to the brim, as Minho shuddered against him, collapsing into his frame as he rode out his own high. Felix could feel the warm seed leaking out of his hole, and once Minho had regained some of his composure, he straightened up and stared down at the center of them, where their two bodies met. 

  "Gonna breed you so well, your cute little tummy will be full of my seed when I'm finished with you." The edges of Minho's lips ticked up into a wicked smile, like the filthy plans he had for the two of them were already running rampant in his mind, as he gazed upon their connected bodies. Minho's softening cock twitched a few times inside of him, and Felix squirmed at the feeling of him slowly pulling out. 

  "I love you, Min," Felix breathed out shakily, just as Minho's dick pulled free from him. The younger male reached up and pressed a gentle kiss against his jawline. "I was too much of a coward to ever tell you- but now... I'm sick of hiding how I feel." 

  He felt one of Minho's hands come up close to his entrance, as his fingers gingerly fucked the seed back into his shivering hole. Felix practically melted under his touch, bones turning to liquid from all of the exhaustion and arousal. 

  "I love you too, baby boy..." Minho started after he was finished, hands coming around either side of Felix's face as he planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "Fuck- I adore you, so much. Gonna keep you as mine forever, yeah? No one's ever gonna get to love or touch or fuck you again except for me." 

  Felix flashed him a toothy grin, wrapping his slim arms around Minho's neck and drawing him close to his frame. He snuggled into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his bare skin, fingertips ghosting over the hard planes of his muscular abdomen. "I'll be yours until the end of eternity- always wanted to be, Min..."  

  He allowed Minho to heave him up from the kitchen countertop, resting in the silence there as the elder's strong arms came around his bare waist. Minho effortlessly moved them into Felix's bedroom, and soon, his shock-blue hair was disheveled across his pillow. 

  The younger man stared up at Minho with narrowed eyes, already feeling sleep come over him. It had been a long night - hell, a long couple of years - as he waited and wished for nothing but Lee Minho. 

  But now, he was here, hovering over him and tucking the soft duvet under his chin. Now here he was, pressing a handful of delicate kisses to his lips in the silence of the bedroom. 

  "Sweet dreams, my darling boy..."

  His calming, familiar voice was the final straw that allowed Felix to slip into dreamland. The feeling of his strong arms coming up around his waist anchored him into the lull of sleep, the drag of his hips backward helped to ease his mind, as he nestled against the front of Minho.

  And just like that, he was lifting off into the stars, falling into his exhaustion with the comforting feeling of the man he loved all around him and inside of him. 

Fin.

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Phantasmagoria — Extended Teaser

Sanemi x F!Reader (Tell Me to Stop Modern AU)

A/N: omg hi. It’s been a while since I’ve give you all a teaser of the upcoming WIPs, but since you all were so lovely during Bar prep, I thought I would give you a treat.

The teaser below consists of snippets from several scenes from all three parts of Phantasmagoria — including a small NSFW teaser and a POV from Kyojuro. Every divider line represents a time skip; the story mainly takes place over the course of the summer between their junior and senior year of college. Major angst ahead, see the CW for the warnings.

Synopsis: Y/N, Sanemi, and Kyojuro were an unstoppable trio in their youth. But right as they prepare to enter college at Ubayashiki University, tragedy strikes and Y/N mistakenly confesses her love for Sanemi at the worst possible time. Now, a year and a half has passed, and Y/N hasn’t spoken to either of her best friends since, but that’s all about to change as their friend groups converge and Y/N explores an experimental new drug called Wisteria.

TW: drug/alcohol abuse, toxic friends with benefits (later to lovers), grief, trauma, literally everyone needs to go to therapy. Wisteria is supposed to be an analogue to ecstasy.

CW: toxic FWB, sex/drugs/alcohol as a coping mechanism, reader lowkey uses Sanemi because she thinks he’s using her. Brief NSFW snippet (oral F!receiving, penetrative sex). Sanemi pines HEAVILY in this one.

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I hope you all enjoy!

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But even though the sour drinks made her feel so warm and so vibrant while she was out dancing, there were still moments when clarity hit her and she missed them.

She missed the way Kyojuro’s strong arm would drape around her shoulders, heavy and warm but his embrace felt like home, his deep laugh contagious.

She missed the way Sanemi would pretend to hug her unwillingly, but would leave his hands lingering on her back or her waist after she moved to pull away, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his tantalizing mouth. She missed the smell of his cologne, clean and a little pine-y as he would lean in close to her face to tease her until she blushed.

She missed them so much that the sharp sting of alcohol stopped dulling the pulsing ache in the cavity where her heart once beat. No matter how many shots, no matter how many sticky acid drinks she tossed back, the gnawing in her chest would not cease.

Then, one night, Shinobu pressed a small, lilac pill into her hand and everything changed.

Initially, Y/N was apprehensive, because the pill perfectly matched the hue of the eyes of the person she wanted to forget most. But Shinobu promised her that this pill — Wisteria — would have her feel like she did as a kid on Christmas, and Y/N caved.

At first, she’d felt nothing, no impact beyond the slight buzz provided by the round of shots she’d done upon first arriving at the Kizuki Club. But then, as Mitsuri twirled her beneath flashing lights of pink and yellow, Y/N’s world exploded with a vibrance she’d neither seen nor felt in nearly two years, and suddenly everything seemed magical; effervescent; infinite.

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(….)

And as his eyes fell upon her, she chanted over and over in her mind for him to not say it, to not let her name fall from his lips, because she could not bear to hear it. It would’ve been easier, so much easier, if he simply pretended like she didn’t exist because then she could go on pretending like she wasn’t walking around without a heart; like he hadn’t been carrying it with him even all these months later.

He smirked, and said her name, in that voice, and it took everything Y/N had not to fold right there.

But she couldn’t, she wouldn’t let him know that he still held any power over her, and so she merely raised an eyebrow at him and smirked back, challenging him.

“Sanemi.”

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(…)

“And where have you been hiding all this time?” Y/N fought the shiver that threatened to lick up her spine at the sound of that cursed, gravelly voice that had always made her weak at the knees.

But Y/N had not spent the last twenty months learning how to keep off of Sanemi Shinazugawa’s radar for nothing, hadn’t learned to keep her grief and rage and pain locked deep inside the empty cavern of her chest just to crumble under the intensity of that lilac stare.

Y/N threw her head back to swallow the shot to tequila the bartender had placed before her before turning to face him. Sanemi looked every bit the simpering, cocky asshole she’d always known him to be, leaned up against the sticky wood of the bar, one fist resting idly under his cheek as he watched her.

She met his gaze evenly, shoulders loose with a relaxedness that she didn’t feel. “I’ve been right here,” she replied smoothly.

Sanemi shook his head, clicking his tongue disapprovingly at her. “Nah, you haven’t,” he downed his own shot of vodka, before returning his eyes to her, looking her over in consideration. “Though, I guess it would’ve been hard to know it was you anyways.”

Y/N felt herself stiffen slightly, but she kept her voice light. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

Sanemi watched her carefully for a moment, though his eyebrows furrowed, as though he was struggling to choose his words.

“I just wouldn’t have ever expected to see you in a place like this.” He decided, after a moment, a frown tugging at the corners of his sinful mouth.

It was Y/N’s turn to smirk. “That would assume you knew me at all to begin with,” she challenged, motioning the bartender for another shot.

Something tightened in Sanemi’s eyes as he held her gaze, and it tightened the knot of unease Y/N had tried all night to ignore in her stomach. “I did, once.”

Y/N kept her face impassive. “Maybe, as a girl.” She accepted her second shot from the bartender and brought it to her lips, biting down on a wince as the sharp burn of the cheap liquid slid down her throat. “But not as a woman.”

Though she did not show it, his words struck a wound deep within her that she’d not realized still festered; because, as hard as she tried to pretend that the man beside her was a mere stranger, his words reminded her of the harsh truth.

She was still in love with him; had been, ever since she’d learned what love meant.

A shadow flashed across his face before disappearing, that insufferable smirk sliding onto his face once more. “I guess you’re right; a girl doesn’t wear a dress like that.” Sanemi purred.

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(…)

Sanemi’s lips met the band of her thong and he growled, deep and guttural as he pressed his nose against her, inhaling deeply as his tongue flicked out once more to lap at her wet cunt over the rough lace obscuring her from view.

Y/N was nearly sobbing from overstimulation, and she knew she needed him to fill her, and to do it now.

“Sanemi,” she whined, and his eyes flicked back up to hers, dark with want. “Please, I need you.”

Her words had an instantaneous effect on the heaving man between her legs, because suddenly his body was covering her own, and his pants were gone, and he was slamming into her with a force that left her breathless and writhing against his soft sheets

He pulled her legs over his forearms and braced his hands on her inner thighs to spread her wide as he pounded into her, leaning down into her face to make her blush, just like he used to do. Only now instead of teasing her, he was whispering filth that had her turning scarlet and begging for more.

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(…)

Y/N leaned against the counter of the bar, nursing her beer as she watched her pink friend giggle and murmur sweetly to the black haired boy dancing with her, the latter’s hands hesitantly gripping her friend’s waist.

“You don’t approve?” A familiar voice rose over the pounding bass of the club music from her side. Y/N didn’t have to turn her head to know who’d sidled up next to her — she would know his blistering heat anywhere.

She tapped her fingers against the sweaty side of her glass. “I just don’t understand why he won’t make a move.” Y/N said after a long moment, a frown pulling at the corners of her red-painted lips.

Sanemi followed her line of sight and his mouth pressed into a hard line. “Maybe he wants to, but he thinks it’ll just make things worse.” He replied after a moment, voice quiet.

Y/N hummed in disagreement. “He’s making it worse by not doing anything at all - he’s made her think it’s her fault things arent working out between them.”

“He does care about her, though. More than she realizes.” Sanemi offered, watching as Obanai delicately brushed a strand of Mitsuri’s pink hair from her eyes.

Y/N finally rolled her head to the side to look at him, and idly she wondered if her eyes looked as numb as she felt. “If he did, he wouldn’t keep hurting her; wouldn’t have hurt her to begin with.”

Sanemi stared back at her, and it made her heart squeeze to see that there is the faintest trace of pain in his gaze, even in spite of his small smile. “‘S not that simple, though.”

She looked away. “It could’ve been,” Y/N took a long sip of her drink, part of her hoping that he couldn’t hear the jaded edge that crept into her voice. “And now all they know how to do is use one another.”

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(Kyojuro’s flashback)

Where’s your date, Shinazugawa?” Rengoku chuckled, reaching for a beer though disheartened to see that only one was left, Sanemi having finished at least three since arriving back home.

“Called off,” Sanemi said thickly, his words slightly garbled as he tried to fake his own sobriety — the surest sign he was already drunk off his ass.

Kyojuro clapped his shoulder sympathetically. “You or her?”

Sanemi took another swig of his drink. “Me.” He looked up at his best friend and Kyojuro was shocked to see how forlorn and sad the hothead looked. “None of ‘em are her.”

It was rare that Sanemi brought her up, especially in the wake of everything that had happened after Genya’s death — but Kyojuro hadn’t been foolish enough to think that a substantial part of the chip on Sanemi’s shoulder hadn’t stemmed from his complicated feelings about her — Y/N.

Their best friend, at least, once upon a time.

Though, Kyojuro supposed, it wasn’t as if Sanemi’s feelings about their friend were really all that complicated — he’d known the abrasive loudmouth had longed for the trio’s only girl since any of them had understood what it meant to long for someone.

Kyojuro had seen his friend’s feelings on display countless times since they were teenagers — he saw it in the way his eyes softened every time she smiled at him, or the way Sanemi seemed to always lean into her touch whenever she brushed something from his hair.

Then, there had been that time after Y/N had her braces put in — they’d been around thirteen or so — and she’d refused to smile with her teeth, until Sanemi had snapped at her and said she’d looked constipated.

Y/N’s eyes had filled with tears, and her cheeks had burned with her embarrassment, until he’d squatted down in front of her.

“Why’d’ya wanna hide your smile anyways — it’s too pretty.” He’d said, very matter-of-factly, leaning in close to her face as he always did when he teased her. “C’mon, show me! I wanna see your smile.”

Shyly, Y/N had smiled at him, braces and all, and Sanemi had grinned back, nodding in satisfaction. “See? What’d I tell ya? Pretty as a picture.”

Then, there had been their senior prom, when Sanemi had gotten wind of another boy’s plan to ask her to be his date. Though the big dance had still been more than six months away, Sanemi had stormed into the cafeteria, plopped down across from her as she ate with the Koyuki girl, and demanded she attend with him.

When the night of their prom arrived, Kyojuro thought Sanemi was going to pass out the moment he saw Y/N descend the stairs at her mother’s house, dressed in that floor-length emerald dress. Throughout the whole night, Sanemi had treated their best friend as though she were made of glass, his hands for once hesitant and uncertain as he’d found her waist during a slow dance. Kyojuro’d truly thought his friends would finally, finally kiss and admit their poorly-concealed feelings for one another. But Sanemi had returned Y/N to her mother, the latter only parting with a soft kiss against the flustered boy’s crimson cheek before disappearing inside.

How could they have known, that night, just how far they’d all fall? How could they have known how Genya’s death would shatter more than his brother, but indelibly fracture their life-long bond and transform them into total strangers?

(….)

“Look, I love and worry after Y/N too, but she’s using you-“

“So what if she is?” Sanemi croaked, taking a harsh drag of his cigarette. “She can use me as much as she wants. I don’t mind.”

Kyojuro’s eyes softened. “Sanemi —“

“At least it means I can keep an eye on her.” Sanemi flicked the dying butt to the ground, crushing it beneath the toe of his boot. He began to walk away, holding his hand up to wave over his shoulder as he set off back across the lively street.

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(Y/N’s POV)

“Why won’t you let me care for you?” He asked quietly, and Y/N felt her stomach twist because she’d known this conversation was coming, but that didn’t mean she wanted to have it.

“Why do you want to?” She sighed, running an anxious hand through her hair as she slumped against the kitchen counter.

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Fic finder

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1. Hi! I looked everywhere for this fic so I’m afraid it’s gone. It was on ao3. Omega Wei Wuxian is captured by Wen Chao during a battle where he sets fire to a stronghold and meets Alpha Lan Zhan while they are both prisoners. The fic is mostly Wei Ying’s war efforts using his extremely violent heats to his advantage. Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen feature prominently as do the Wen siblings. It was a long-ish multi-chapter completed work. Thank you! @sicklyscribe

FOUND! I Will Not Go Gentle into the Quiet Night by TriviasFolly (M, 89k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, no cultivation au, Vaugely Historical AU?, royal au, War AU, Slow Burn, Attempted Rape, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Murder)

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2. Hey, I'm looking for a fic where lwj summons an incubus or succubus wei wuxian. It is a bottomji fic. @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

FOUND! Lan Wangji's Fullproof Guide on How (NOT) to Summon a Demon by Howtosolveit (E, 3k, WangXian, Porn With Plot, but not a lot of plot, Incubus WWX, Demons, wwx has a tail, Wings, Interspecies Sex, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Anal Sex, Crack, Filthy, size queen lwj, Canon Divergence)

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3. hi! im looking for a fic where lan wangji and wei wuxian date as teenagers before lqr finds out and sends lwj to london with lxc

FOUND? Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Persuasion au, Separations, Mutual Pining, Depression, Miscommunication, Emotional Roller Coaster, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion, Underage Kissing)

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4. Hello mods! Thank you so much for all of your hard work. I'm looking for a wangxian fic that is set in the modern Omegaverse where WY is an omega and LZ is an alpha, and they're already an established couple at the beginning of the fic. The fic starts when both of them wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of chaos, as an omega uprising against the alphas has started, and their is a coup going on against the government and they're assasinating alphas. Then Wangxian meet up with Sangcheng and XuanLi to a safe house where they plan to move to another country for safety. I remember a WY thinking or saying something along the lines of, "It's my turn to protect you" to LZ.

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5. hi, need help finding a fic title. it should be quite popular. modern setting, wwx has powers to open and close... rifts? he and lwj go through one and get stranded in canon setting during postcanon. thanks for the help

FOUND! a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 81k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, parallel universes, post-canon, getting together, pining, case fic)

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6. good day! for the fic finder, can u guys help me find this fics: A) idk if its a jiang bashing but during the competition, wwx broke jwy's sword then he asked his father to have another one but his father didnt gave him any. then i think there's also a scene where jyl is also included in the competition that somehow she managed to form a core to fight but its not that strong.

B) i cant remember this one clearly but wwx stays with the lans at some point and he doesnt give a fvck with jyl. jyl wants wwx to come back to them (jiangs) but wwx knows his worth this time.

6A)

FOUND! Hua Xianle by Tiffany_Guinne (Not rated, 170k, hualian, wangxian, TGCF, canon divergence, not Jiang friendly, madam lan lives, WWX adopted by hualian, WWX with different name, overprotective hualian, hurt WWX, WIP)

6B)

FOUND! Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WQ & WWX & WN, JC & WWX, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Canon Divergence, AngstGolden Core Transfer Fix-It, I love Wen Qing and Wei Ying working together, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Dark, BAMF WWX, mentions of abuse, Canon JC traits, Not Everyone Dies au, XY doesn't have a happy ending)

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7. Hi mods!! Love this blog and thank you for all that you do! ❤️ I read a fic a long time ago where at the climax Wei Wuxian formed a core from purified resentful energy. Can't find it again to save my sanity, would you be able to help?

FOUND? Sunder by naqaashi (E, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Emotional Sex, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Light BDSM, Fix-It, POV LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Light Dom/sub, Explicit Sexual Content, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, Suicidal Thoughts) the last chapter has a scene similar to the description

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8. hii!!! i’m in the need for a ficfinder!! the fic was basically wwx tries to call lwj because he thinks he got drugged at a party, but he doesn’t answer since lwj is having dinner with his brother and uncle and they aren’t allowed to have their phones, so he calls lxc instead and he answers.

lwj and lxc go into the bathroom where wwx is hiding and find someone trying to take advantage of him, so they beat him up. this is all i remember unfortunately!! :((

(modern setting), tsvm!! :D

FOUND! Please Let Me Take Care of You by kayceebabe (G, 9k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, modern, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Sexual Assaultish, kinda assault, drugged WWX, big brother LXC, Nightmares, the horrifying ordeal of being known, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt WWX, crying WWX)

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9. Hi! Hope u'all having a good day! Is anyone of u know a fic where lwj got wwx pregnant and he didnt know about it. Wwx sent letters but lwj never got it because of lxz.

FOUND! Nothing but your heart by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, First Time, Getting Together, Angst and Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Whump, Breeding Kink)

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10. Hi! Can you help me find these 2 fics.

A) I remember this fic is a dark lwj. The lans ask Jyl’s hand in marriage for lwj however, since the jiang family know lwj as a bloodwar, they instead sent Wwx (disguised as female) instead of jyl. I remember when it was on their wedding night, lwj saw wwx’s robe covered in blood and discover wwx got a lot scars/wound on his back and learned that wwx is a boy.

B) Xicheng where Lxc and jwy are lovers but they got into fight to the point jwy thought it was better he was gone. Then, i remember jwy doing sacrifice soul summoning (like how MXY summons Wwx) to summon MY/JGY. It was successful.

10A)

FOUND? The Bloodthirsty Prince and his Bride by moss_enthusiast (M, 27k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending Violence, Anxiety, Royalty, Strangers to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Self-Worth Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Whipping, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Blood and Violence, Dark LWJ, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Shock, Anxiety Attacks)

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11. hello! I'm looking for a wangxian fic where wei ying dies at qiongqi path and lan zhan hears about it went to burial mounds but he was too late. after that, song lan appeared at jin lintai with wen yuan and a-yuan went to lan zhan shouting rich gege. when a-yuan learns that wei ying is dead he keeps telling that his xian-gege is now asleep like his parents and sister. and then when a-yuan saw the golden robes of madam jin, jin guangshan he screamed and kept saying bad men. @zeanclr

FOUND? @lovelyiknow said: #11 from the most recent fic finder is When I’m Gone by qiankun_pouch, it’s mostly finished but was deleted at 29/30? 31? smth like that. I have the pdf if anon wants it!

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12. looking for a fic where lwj gets tortured, and is rescued. one thing I remember is that it was second person pov, and it was relatively short. also, lwj kinda had amnesia- as in the torture made him forget or something. thanks!

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13. hello ! i hope y’all are doing well. i wanted to see if anyone could find this one fic that i read ages ago, but i can’t remember the title. but basically, i think it’s where wwx gets his old body back after being cursed by a fox(?) spirit - like he transforms back. and i think somewhere in the story, the juniors are there and they ask sizhui what wwx originally looked like and when he draws them a picture, they think he’s lying bc wwx looks too good in the drawing !! it’s been sitting at the back of my brain, so any help would be much appreciated:)) thank youuu <;3 @slytherin-trash

FOUND? Transcend by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Smut)

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14. hi!! I’m not sure if this is the right way to ask, if it isn’t, please correct me! Im pretty sure I had seen a fic on here where the description said that lwj just kind of showed up at wwx and a’yuans door and they were just kind of like ok sure why not. I’m sorry I don’t have more details my app crashed just after I saw it😭😭would you happen to have an idea of what it was?? Thank you so much😭

FOUND! Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx's biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

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15. I’m sorry to ask this but I can’t find this fic and I searched it all day 🐇🐇🐇

A) I think, lwj and wwx are able to achieve immortality or are trying to achieve it and idk nor remember if it’s a omega verse or just magic bs but at some point in the story wwx asks how many children lwj would like to have and he answers 10 to which wwx thinks is joking but lwj is all serious about it XD

B) And also a fic where ylz ends up as a Jin and he’s usually in a garden surrounded by guards

Jiang Yanli is still alive and I think Jin zixuan too, but when wwx talks to JY he’s always formal and she can tell something is going on, there’s also wangxian and I think JGY is the one behind everything under his father’s commands

Thank you 🙇‍♀️

15A)

FOUND? Besieged by Ariaste (M, 11k, WangXian, WWX POV, wwx's avuncular powers, Teenage Drama, Humor, Feelings, Fluff) the second work of "A Civil Combpaign", the talk about lwj wanting more children surprised wwx, who had kinda jokingly suggested.

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16. Hi there, looking for a fic that had a 4/5 times wwx something 1 time lwj something format. Maybe based on jealousy or people hitting on them? One of the times was the head disciple of yunmeng jiang drugging and almost assaulting wwx but jiang cheng saves him. Please help, thank you!

FOUND! Cotton Wool by incendir (M, 34k, wangxian, LJY/OMC, JL/LSZ, JC & WWX)

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17. Hi! I’m looking for a fic when lwj is intersex and a river nymph I believe! wwx drinks water from lwj’s home and now he has to grant a wish. wwx at first thought that the price would be sxx but lwj actually asks him to build a rabbit hutch, a fence, and a house throughout the fic. This fic takes place over a course of a year or so and by the end they are married to live together! I remember this fic so clearly I just can’t seem to find it again. Thank you!

FOUND! Water Sweeter by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 8k, WangXian, Historical, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Some kind of fairy or spirit or something LWJ, Intersex LWJ, Intersex Character, Fluff and Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Thirst Trap WWX, Topping from the Bottom, WWX's Canonical Cottage-core Fantasy, First Time, Domestic Fluff, Vaginal Sex)

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18. hi so I am looking for this one fic and all I remember is that some of the wen remnants were bloodline jiangs

Thank you @princess-nettle

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19. Hi! 🤗 For the next Fic Finder, I wanted to ask about a fic I read some time ago, and now I can't find it. It's a fic where LWJ and WWX have sex in Xuanwu cave and WWX gets pregnant. After that they separated and WWX thinks he have lost the baby, but he didn't lost the baby and WWX goes into labor in a fight with the bad Wens.

I hope you can help me find it! Thank you! 😊💜 @wangxiansgirl

FOUND! Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal)

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20. I'm looking for a short fic, modern AU, mpreg, where Wei Ying doesn't know he's pregnant and gives birth on the bedroom floor. I only remember that and that he decided to walk home from work when he was feeling ill (still not realizing he was pregnant and in labor). Thanks, you are ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ @ilolatthis

FOUND! Surprise Baby! by trulywicked (M, 10k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Didn't know he was pregnant, birthing scene, Little bit of blood, A/B/O Dynamics, Inspired by Twitter, Established Relationship, Fluff)

NOT FOUND! Blood, Google, and Love by Prairie_Grass (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, they were roommates, A/B/O Dynamics, Getting Together, Mpreg, semi graphic giving birth, Alpha LWJ, Omega wwx, Intersex Omegas, (or you could head-canon WWX as trans if you wanted), Fluff and Angst, the run-on sentences are on-purpose because WWX and LWJ are both:, neurodiverse characters, slightly traumatic birth)

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

[sjmgirlie]

“Azriel needs someone who can accept his darkness. He needs someone who can fight at his side. Elain won’t ever understand him. Blah blah blah”

Are you sure? How do you know what Azriel needs?

We only got his POV in a bonus chapter where he would literally beg on his knees for Elain. And it’s not just lust, because his feelings are so strong he would fight in a blood duel for her (and win). He questions his own religion for her. Not because he’s full of himself, but because he feels so strongly about her. Plus we know the male doesn’t know how to articulate his feelings at all, so why are we surprised he can’t? **Cough** Mor?? **Cough**

How can you be sure that the male who was tortured by his own family, kept in a dungeon, is the literal torturer of the NC, was kept away from his friends during the war and used by Rhys terrible father, does NOT want a women who is kind, quiet, enjoys to bake and garden? Someone who is not violent, who is soft and needs him? Wants him?

Also.. have you met a middle child? Lol. They can handle darkness 😭 Not to mention having to handle Nesta and Feyre lol.

Why don’t we just stop saying we know what Azriel or even Lucien wants and start reading what they literally show and tell us they want?

Do you think it’s a coincidence that the only internal monologue we see from Lucien is that he says Elain is nothing like jesminda? The women he was so in love with that he thought a bond would snap? That Elain was thrown at him? That he doesn’t even stay in the Night Court to be around her? That Feyre says he hasn’t put in the work to bridge the gap between them? That he blushes when talking about Vassa in front of his mate? That he stays in the human lands with Vassa and Jurian?

Do you think it’s a coincidence that basically every single scene so far related to Elain has Azriel involved in some way? That he was the one to sit in the garden with her? To figure out she’s a Seer? That he was listening to her talk about her garden plans late into the night? That he rescued her? That he took the plate of potatoes from her hands and said he’ll handle it? That he made everyone wait for her to be seated? That he looks at her gift every single night? That gets her a custom necklace as a gift? That he literally questions his religion? Does this genuinely seem like a guy, who could sleep with anyone he wants, just pining for sex?

Can we all stop doing mental gymnastics when it’s actually really fucking clear what these guys both want?

And can we finally just stop focusing only on what the MALE characters want, but take the time to think of what the female characters want?

If Elain wanted Lucien she would show it. She would literally already have him. She doesn’t. She literally takes every opportunity to not involve herself with him. She literally tells Feyre that him bringing her a gift does not entitle him to her affections. She clearly shows indifference to him. And it’s not because she’s a bitch. She is a seer, maybe she sees something we don’t. Or maybe it’s just literally the fact he is associated with her human life being stripped away from her. Whether you admit it or not, Lucien did play a role in it. Maybe not directly like Ianthe, but it all started with Tamlin and Lucien just going along with it even though he knew Feyre was suffering and literally told Lucien to his face that she wasn’t coming back. Could they rationalize that it was because Rhys is bad and manipulated her? Sure. But they still literally went to Hybern for help. Like “oh no, the bad guy did something bad.” You know what she does show? She shows she wants Azriel.

Does Gwyn show she wants Azriel? No. She only blushed at Rhys. But I don’t blame her because I’d blush at the High Lord too. There have been no interactions where she shows she even wants Azriel. Gwyn is focused on her healing and the support she feels from her friendship with Nesta and Emerie. She’s trying to prove that she is strong to not only herself, but to the person who rescued her, which is Azriel. She’s also trying to prove it to Cassian which people forget to mention. To wipe the smirks off their faces. She has not shown any interest in romance at this time. Will she and does she deserve it? Yes and yes. But in canon at this time we don’t see that being a priority for her.

I want all these characters to get the partner they want. And so does SJM. They are her characters, she knows what they want and need, and she said that is what drives her pairings. What she knows her characters need.

Does the screenshot below seem like a male who is pissed he doesn’t get to just have sex with a female he’s attracted to? Or does it seem like a male that can’t be with the female he loves and as a result completely shuts down into what we can only interpret as how he always feels… like nothing??

#eriel #pro eriel #elain x azriel

[evankinard]

Okay actually after thinking about it for a couple days I have what might be called a hot take. I think what 615 did and the response to it is actually very similar to 510. I wasn't a part of the fandom when 510 aired but just from reading the fics that were written during that time in the post-5A hiatus I can tell that a lot of people were putting a very strong and misguided emphasis on Buck's reaction to Eddie leaving the 118. At least from what I read, it seemed like everyone expected Buck to be hurt and feel abandoned by Eddie's choice and, frankly, have a reaction that I would've hated, which is to make that decision that Eddie made as a clear trauma response about himself. Sure, I'm absolutely sure that Buck felt hurt by the fact that Eddie didn't talk to him about it and continued to push him away after the fact, and Oliver certainly played Buck as feeling wrong-footed by how Eddie was acting, but his main concern was never, ever about himself - it was about the fact that he could see that Eddie was struggling but couldn't figure out why or how to help until Eddie's breakdown.

That's exactly what's happening in the graveyard scene. Yes, Eddie is absolutely hurt by the fact that Buck, his best friend, his person, is talking as if a stranger he just met sees him better than Eddie does. But his main takeaway from that conversation isn't to hang his head and walk away with a sack tied to a stick like goddamn cartoon. It's because he knows Buck that he can tell whatever feelings he thinks he has for Natalia are completely misguided and stem from a far more serious issue, which is that Buck is more affected by his death than he previously realized. That realization and upset expression that you see on Eddie's face mostly and most likely isn't heartbreak for himself - it's almost exactly a parallel to the kitchen scene in 511, when Eddie tells Buck to move on and Buck looks devastated but also mystified. In both 615 and 511 it's Eddie and Buck going "Oh. Something is wrong. This is worse than I thought."

So what I'm trying to say is that while all the speculation about Eddie majorly pining and being heartbroken and this scene compounding his loneliness (which, Eddie's loneliness is a whole other thing that does exist on it's own I absolutely agree with that, I'm just saying this scene wasn't that big of a factor in it) is valid and probably at least partly based in truth, I don't think that's the direction the writers will take the story. Specifically this sentiment I've been seeing all over my dash about how Buck doesn't know he's hurting Eddie and when he finds out he's going to be so devastated and apologize and I just?no? That's simply not realistic or fair to me. Buck's trauma response to his death is the culmination of a lifetime of trauma and just like Buck supported Eddie through his breakdown, Eddie will continue to be Buck's pillar through his once he stops running from it and no apologies will be owed because they love and understand each other enough to know that any hurt caused is not intentional.

#so I guess what I'm trying to say with all the love and respect in my heart for my fellow weewoo girlies (gn) is: #SHUT UP ABOUT BUCK HURTING EDDIE'S FEELINGS SHUT UP ABOUT BUCK HURTING EDDIE'S FEELINGS SHUT UP ABOUT BUCK HURTING EDDI- #911 spoilers #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #weewoo brainrot

[adorejungkook]

Baby got Back!!

CHAPTER 4

chapter. 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you, before the other two find their way into your pants during your “staycation”. 

Warnings; series, SMUT HELLO, pining, big dick!jk, male masturbation, jungkook thinks about smutting you, but it's just solo action today, seokjin is a dick sorry lol

wordcount: 1.2k, a little bit longer than usual yayyy

“Am I tripping,”, You muttered in confusion, waiting by the trunk for Jungkook to pick up the last two bags, “, or does this not look like our Airbnb?”

“Uhh, It’s a little smaller but I think I see the pool back there,” He said with a grunt as he flung his duffel bag over his shoulder, “Can I take your bag?”

“No, you took literally all of them so far,”

Yeah, Jungkook took them so you’d see how strong, manly and chivalrous he is!! He knew you were perfectly capable of taking a few bags, but how else was he supposed to show you he was boyfriend material? Maybe he’d have to break and then fix one of these sinks….after a workout with his shirt off?

He just pouted to himself as you both walked into the house, only to be met with your two incredibly angry friends staring down at Jimin’s phone.

“Jim, what the fuck is this house?” Jimin spat, turning on the speaker so the four of you could hear.

“My name is Jin, sir,” The voice rang out a bit distantly as if he wasn’t standing near his phone. He sounded completely uninterested.

“I don’t care, man. You said there were three bedrooms and we only have two!” 

“Oh yeah!” The man on the line cackled, sounding closer than before, “Not gonna lie to you, I was counting the basement as a bedroom. I had it looking super nice down there.”

“There’s a bunch of old arcade games down there though,” Taehyung pointed out, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I needed the storage space. You guys will be alright!” The owner said and then promptly hung up the phone.

Jungkook’s first instinct was to worry about you. The purpose of getting three rooms was so that you and Jimin would have your own rooms, considering they all wanted you to be comfortable (and that Jimin had paid for this place). Now, with only two bedrooms something had to change.

“Fuck that guy. Jimin, we can share a room right?” Taehyung sighed, looking at his older friend who only nodded as he rubbed his hands over his face in response. 

“I guess that makes us roomies, huh?” You asked, looking over at Jungkook. You still sound a little bewildered by the scene that just took place.

You and Jungkook…roomies? As in, you and Jungkook sharing the same bed in said room?!

 He was sure you were trying to kill him now.

“No!” He exclaimed before clearing his throat and trying again, “Uh, no. I’ll sleep on the couch, it’s okay,” he said, hoping to convince you with his toothy grin.

“Jungkook.”

Welp, Jungkook lost. 

Next thing he knew, he was walking right behind you into the other bedroom, with his bags in hand. 

“The bed is kind of small, that Jin guy is lucky I didn’t book this place,” You said with a scowl, wiping down the dressers so you could both put your things away. 

You were right, Jungkook was sure this bed had to be smaller than a normal full-sized one.

Not only would this force him to be closer to you than ever, but Jungkook also happened to be very passionate about comfortable mattresses. He had one for each bedroom in his own home, not that he told most people that. Overall, this wasn’t the ideal situation. 

“At least there’s a bathroom in here, that’s nice,” Jungkook mumbled, folding his mass of grey sweatpants – yes, he brought underwear,– as he watch you rummage through your bag in search of something.

 Seeing your face scrunched up with genuine distaste was something new to Jungkook, he always tries his best to make you happy so he’d never have the opportunity to, and even though you looked so utterly pissed off, he could only think about how soft your lips looked between your teeth.

“Do you mind if I use it first? A bath sounds really nice right now,”

“Of course not! Go ahead,”

He watched you flutter your way into the bathroom, eyes somewhere lower than they should’ve been. He waits a minute after you turn the water on, listening to the sound of the bath filling, and hears it slosh around you when you sit. 

Jungkook contemplates whether or not he should go talk to Taehyung about switching rooms, not trusting Jimin or himself to be alone with you like this. His feet work faster than his mind as he finds himself being carried toward the door and quietly pushing it closed. 

His breath is labored now as he palms the strain in his jeans. He looks over at the bathroom door one more time before he rolls his head back and lets out a whine. Unbuttoning his jeans just enough to reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. He runs his hand over the tip, red and dribbling with precum. 

Jungkook moves to walk over towards the bathroom door, just hoping to hear you, to feel your presence before stopping in his tracks. He slicks his hand up and down his shaft, heavy in his palm before squeezing at his base. 

He takes a deep breath. 

“Calm down, calm down,” He whispers to himself, sitting on the edge of your bed. His eyes are half-lidded and his mouth feels incredibly dry, but all he can think about is you.

He starts on his shaft again, at a much calmer, almost lazy pace. The feeling is almost suffocating combined with his thoughts of you. 

What were you doing right now? Were you thinking of Jungkook? 

Please be thinking of him. 

He wanted you to be just as bothered as him right now. He imagined you with your leg perched up over the tub, a hand between your silky thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut, he swore he could perfectly see your face, eyes blown out with your mouth fallen open, sweet little moans spilling out. 

His breath hitched at the thought, hand tightening as he started to buck his hips into his palm. He couldn’t control himself anymore. He wanted you so bad, he needed you. 

You were his, you had to be his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He moaned, falling back onto the bed before he released himself from his grasp. Spurts of cum erupted from his tip, shooting onto his abs and chest with its last two twitches. 

Holy Shit.  

He tried to catch his breath as he looked around the room, trying to regain a grasp of his surroundings when his eyes landed on something directly beside his torso.

It was pink and white- wait, it was actually just pink? There was something on top of it though, what is tha-

 

His brain stops, having no way to possibly understand what he’s holding in his hand right now. 

He knows he doesn’t understand what he's looking at, because there is no way he has a pair of your panties, that belong to your perfect ass,  in his hand with his fucking jizz smeared onto them!!!

His eyes shoot toward the bedroom door when he hears a knock come from the other side, then back at your panties, the nut on his stomach, and this very incriminating situation he’s caused for himself.

Jungkook was absolutely fucked.

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[lover-of-mine]

Yk, something about my Eddie fell first essay, I never really went like "oh this is something that could be proven right by canon" mostly because when I wrote that I was still dealing with buddie being a distant possibility not something that's so close I can taste, but then Ryan was let out of interview jail. Then I went full conspiracy theorist. (Please note everything from here on out is a conspiracy theory that will most likely never be confirmed or denied so I'll live in it forever) I had made the post about how I think Ryan is playing Eddie as in love with Buck, the question was whether he was being told to do that or he was just playing it up as much as they allowed him to because we know Ryan supports the ship, and then Ryan said the "this goes beyond friendship and I love you to the core" thing.

He said he talked to someone about what it meant for Eddie to do that, because he didn't understand it at first, and then that's the conclusion he reached. But the thing is, that line "I love you to the core" specifically means so much in the context of the season, to say I love you to Buck like that in season 4 is so MONUMENTAL, that I wanna believe one of the writers straight up told him "yo this is a love confession" and explained it to him like that, and he has been playing Eddie with that line in mind ever since, and that's why he had that locked and loaded for the interview. Because, like, I, in my most normal day, am out here arguing they casted Ryan with a plan, even more considering the way Eddie was written for Ryan, they could very much have told him "look, play with the chemistry you and Oliver have, if the audience likes with might amp it up, if we're lucky we might go there someday" because you have moments in season 2, but season 2 is still very low stakes, but then when I think about the the season 3 of it all, the there's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you, the lawsuit, and well of it all and the way they put Ryan in pr jail after Eddie begins, an episode that would retroactively be HUGE for buddie but it's pretty big for them anyway, I'm like 🤔 because we all saw Ryan talking about buddie this past month, the guy CANT SHUT UP, and if he was told something during season 3 or 4 along the line of "play it up, we are gonna fight to make this happen", putting him in pr jail would make sense, because they can't risk him saying something if they're not sure they can deliver, because how fast they dealt with Buck being bi while in a new network makes me convinced someone on fox was blocking it and nothing will convince me otherwise. But now they can, so they let Ryan run free. Because you can make a VERY strong argument that Eddie is aware of something during season 5 and 6, season 6 most of all, but you can very much make season 5 queer coded and have Eddie be like "oh I can't ignore how I feel about him anymore", because Ryan also said something about Eddie's breakdown and how that's what allowed Eddie to let Buck "know who Eddie truly is" which is interesting with the way Eddie is constructed, because if Buck is inside the last wall Eddie had up, what's actually stopping Eddie to see he's in love with Buck by the end of the season? Which would make season 6 as a pining season for Eddie make sense. Down to the way the cemetery seems to be pulling these very specific reactions from Eddie that are the same reactions we saw him have in breakups and flights with Shannon. But also things like Eddie's reaction to the lightning being something we never saw from Eddie before AND the way Oliver talked about a scene of Eddie losing his composure during in another life, not during in a flash that we didn't get to see most likely because they completely rearranged 6b because they thought they were gonna get cancelled, so they wouldn't be able to deliver what they had in mind. But now they have nothing but time, season 8 is already confirmed, and by the looks of it abc was like "go for it" with buddie in a way that fox never was, so they finally got to tell Ryan "we're doing it, go crazy" and now we are here. They could prove me right today. About Eddie not about Ryan knowing and some secret plan being in place forever. I don't think it's gonna happen. I seriously don't think it's gonna happen. I'd be more surprised to be proved right than wrong here. But the conspiracy theory is a possibility that felt very real for a second there during promo season lol

#i know this sounds crazy #but when do i know sound crazy lol #anyway #911 #911 speculation #sorta #is it spec if it's retroactive? lol #thoughts thoughts thoughts

[ladyluscinia]

Rewatching 2x05 and I want to expand on my thoughts about the sword training scene.

I still stand by that I think Stede is bullshitting a bit here, though not out of malice. He just talked to Edward about not feeling very Captain-y (a conversation where Izzy did not come up). We do know that Izzy has cleaned himself up and been acting, well, less like a man waiting to die since the end of the last episode, and enough time has passed to debate and enact Edward's probation measures. I doubt Izzy actually weighed in too much there (BlackHands avoidance kings 😘) but I also doubt the crew wasn't at least looking to him for wellness checks during discussion. Meaning Stede has seen Izzy being a respected member of the union - a good place to get the idea for training.

Stede's little quip about "the basics" is a good start to flattery and his request, he doesn't fall into sniping when Izzy says he's a shitty Captain (good growth!), and then he goes strong with:

"But Blackbeard did say he credited you with a lot of his skills."

This is a vague enough statement that it works for flattery, and could be guessed. Maybe Edward has never said anything directly - S1 ignoring Izzy or S2 avoiding Izzy - but I am fully on board with the Word of God statement they've known each other so long they basically taught each other to fight. Edward does turn to Izzy during the "pirate training" arc of S1 before he drops it for dates, and there's the 1x06 "He knows what he's doing." Stede wasn't really paying attention before, but he's probably picked up enough to put together the outlines of an extensive and more intimate backstory than he was assuming. Izzy kept Edward's body after he shot out his leg. There's a bond there.

Izzy gets hooked. (Also, sidenote, calling him Blackbeard all conversation is delicious.) And then, blatantly pining, asks for specifics. Like he even stutters 🥺.

Stede's face journey looks so much like a man making up a flattering statement on the spot:

"Well, specifically he said... You taught him everything he knows. Made him the Captain he is today."

Izzy's response is a half shrug and a grunt of agreement. If Stede is bullshiting here then Izzy probably knows that's a bit too generous for Edward to have said, but like... does it really matter to him? Stede is being very nice, he sees where this is going, and he's not really against the idea. Probably imagining Stede saying that about him right now.

Like the flattery is flattering even when he knows that's what Stede is doing, yeah? Even more so because Stede is doing it genuinely. He honestly wants Izzy to teach him some things.

Which is why I'm not surprised at all that Izzy lets the "specific" quote slide even if it does sound kinda fake, makes a deadpan joke about his foot, and then agrees to train Stede.

Stizzy bonding!

#our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands ofmd #stede bonnet ofmd #ofmd 2x05 #ofmd meta #stizzy #ladyluscinia

[caffeine-clouds]

What Your Favourite Sonic Ship Says About You! (Part 1)

(Sonamy, Sonadow, Sonally) FULL DISCLAIMER: Shipping is a hot topic of debate, but this post is lighthearted fun! I'm a multi-shipper, I love most of these ships - and I can see why some people like the dynamics that I might not. This is not a bashing post, this is fun time. So, without further ado- Sonamy

You appreciate the simpler things in life. You decided to ship the protagonist with the main girl character just like 90% of all media writers, it's just what you're comfortable with. In terms of fanfiction tropes, do you happen to enjoy childhood sweethearts, meet-cutes, soulmates - that type of thing? I just had a feeling... Either way, you're just here for the cute vibes and the pining - and who can blame you? You probably really liked the fact that when you first came across the ship that it was the girl of the pair being the one so forward with her romantic feelings. But as time has gone on - you're either one of those people that really miss that side of Amy, or you're one of those that are so dang grateful they've toned her down. Either way, it's safe to say that this is one of the most vanilla of Sonic ships - and that's not an insult, vanilla is a good ice cream flavour. But no one is really going to fight you on your opinion other than the 5% of remaining toxic Sonally shippers, and those people that are somehow still living in the Sonic Heroes era. Sonadow

You saw that Sonic and Shadow's rivalry has been going on for far longer than 7 years, so it must be gay - and honestly, I can't fault your logic. You're a sucker for two disasters who can't express their feelings, and you have just determined that fighting is simply their love language. Even with Shadow's limited screen time in Prime, you suck every single dang crumb you're given like a vacuum. And by the way, you definitely have an Ao3 account - don't try and hide it. We already know you're a sucker for enemies/rivals to lovers... and I'd also wager you enjoy just-one-bed. Also you like that thing where characters constantly call each other by a nickname, and only end up calling them by their actual name during a confession scene or when one of the characters is seriously injured. I dunno, just had a hunch you'd like that sort of thing. You are debating between two sides of yourself - part of you wants Shadow's old characterization back where he was a more in-depth character and showed Sonic more respect, but part of you also loves how so damn obsessive Shadow is in modern games over Sonic and how much he wants to fight him - because that at least implies that Sonic is on Shadow's mind literally most of the time. But when all is said and done, this is vanilla when it comes to gay ships in the Sonic community. It's too damn easy, it's why it's the most popular Sonic ship on Tumblr. This ship was made for the LGBTQ+ community. Sonally

Opposites attract is your go-to, and it's been tried and tested - the formula works, I see it. You strike me as the person who really cares about canon material, and you tend to steer away from a lot of fanon. I also have a strong feeling you're a Sonic fan that's on the older side, back when SatAM and Archie were at their peak and considerably more popular. It's a ship with all the things you need to be happy - the characters have a deep, long-lasting bond, it's a sweet ship, and the two have constrasting personalities - so it doesn't get stale for you. You're probably into similar tropes as the Sonamy shippers - but you enjoy more drama and spice to your fanfics, and you won't shy away from angst - Archie loved its angst, I know you enjoyed that shit. You're either content with all the Sonally content you've gotten over the years, and will occassionally look at fanarts. Or you're one of those people who will not let the Archie comics go, you are still in denial - you are begging for Sally's return into the series and you're hoping now that Ian Flynn is writing for the games, that your dreams might just become a reality.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic discussion #sonic ships #sonamy #sonadow #sonally

[tyuns-world]

Can’t help but wait~

Unrequited love!hueningkai x reader

Genre: angst no comfort, unrequited love

A/N: this obviously based off the song can’t help but wait .. no I do not like the artist or his actions.

Summary: Kai patiently waits, in vain, for you to realize that your current boyfriend is an asshole and to choose Kai over him instead.

Word count: 621

Kai can't help but wait for the moment when you realize your current boyfriend is not the right fit for you. He's a reoccurring presence through your breakdowns, smiles, and frustrations with the bastard. Even right now, Kai is sitting crossed leg on his bed listening about the latest thing your boyfriend has done, unable to bear the sight of tears streaming down your cheeks during the emotional episode in his dorm room.

While not inclined towards violence, Kai briefly considers punching the guy after hearing how distraught you are over him forgetting another important anniversary. Kai yearns to comfort you, to kiss away the tears, and envelop you in his strong, muscular embrace. He wishes you'd gather the strength to leave the unworthy boyfriend for good, but instead, he murmurs soothing words, pats your back, and reassures you that everything will work out.

Days later, like clockwork, despite your resolute vow to never return to the bastard, Kai observes you and your boyfriend on a bench in the college courtyard, entangled in affection. It pains Kai to see you missing out on how much of a star you are. If only you were to break free from his sorry ass. You’re worth much more than the occasional empty ‘I love you’

Kai is acutely aware that he could treat you better than a boyfriend who forgets your favorite color, the day you met, and even your birthday. Kai hasn't known you for long, only meeting at the beginning of the second semester. Yet, he's the one organizing "friend dates," thinking of you, showering you with thoughtful gifts, remembering anniversaries and special events – all because he listens, cares, and waits. Alas, he doesn't want to come between you and your boyfriend, so he can only wait to pick you back up and piece you together when he undoubtedly disappoints you again.

Despite the discomfort of secretly pining for you, Kai can't help himself, especially as he listens to you excitedly whisper-shouting about your new favorite show in the library. When your smile fades and your voice trails off, Kai reaches his hand to touch yours in concern. All you can do is look blankly at the scene behind him. Kai turns his head, discovering your “boyfriend” kissing another person, and Kai's protective instincts kick in.

He charges towards your boyfriend, easily pinning and towering over your cheating boyfriend against a bookcase. You try to pull Kai off, but he is stronger and taller. The confrontation intensifies, and a crowd gathers with camera phones at the ready.

“Woah, woah,” your boyfriend says. “What the actual fuck, man.” You don’t miss the flash of pain on your boyfriend's face as Kai pins him harder into the bookcase. “Kai, no wait, it’s not a big deal, it’s fine,” your boyfriend finally notices you and just smirks. “Call of your lovesick pup, Y/N” You scoff, and Kai glares at the bastard.

Kai frees up one hand, ready to punch the daylights out of your boyfriend when you stop him. “Kai, please don’t do this. Look,” you gesture over to the crowd and the librarian currently calling the campus police. Kai shoves your boyfriend one last time and stalks off, leaving you torn between addressing your cheating boyfriend and chasing after Kai.

Kai hears the patter of your running as you try to catch up with his long, angry, fast strides. Despite being secretly happy inside that you chose him this one time, he hides it. As you catch up with Kai and express concern, he stops abruptly, revealing his impatience. Kai declares that if you choose to go back to your boyfriend after this incident, you need not bother visiting his dorm again.

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part nine of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. this is the third part of the spicy stuff. 18+ warnings under cut.

word count: 3.3k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

18+ warnings: minho and reader are extremely horny for each other. softdom!minho. subby!femreader. teasing from minho. the beginnings of fingering/oral (f receiving). pet names (pretty, darling, kitten, good girl, baby girl, nothing degrading tho). hints of dirty talk. this one isn't too sexy as the others, and more on the fluffy side of things in the beginning, as the big smut scene is built up to... 😍

a/n: I literally almost forgot to update this part for today lmao since I've had a very busy start to my week (what's new?? 💀). anyways, this one is kindaa giving ya'll a break from the past 2 parts that were just completely hot smut all around lol. but trust me- the next 3 remaining parts will be well worth the wait and veryyy sexy!! 🥵 enjoy, you guys, and let me know your thoughts! ❤️

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Ever since that night of the party - of the night when the two of you had revealed such inner, vulnerable parts of yourselves to each other, you and Minho had been virtually inseparable. 

 You dropped your new veterinarian like a hot cake and decided to start visiting Starry Skies again, using Minho as your primary veterinarian. Taffy was more than happy about the change, and her temperament at home visibly improved upon getting to see more of Dr. Lee. 

 And you had to say that your mood improved too. 

 Maybe it was the gentleness and care that he still used on your cat. 

 Or maybe, it was the make-out sessions that the two of you would get away with during your visits. 

 And in just three months after the infamous party, almost everyone in the area knew of your relationship. You made it so abundantly clear, from how you’d meet Minho outside the clinic after he closed up shop to go out to dinner with you. Or how, whenever you sat in the front office, you were on the edge of your seat, just waiting to see him again, even though you saw him - and talked to him - almost every day. The boys were incredibly supportive of your newfound relationship, with Chan being the most vocal about his approval, claiming that he thought ‘the time would never come.’

 It turned out that Minho had been in love with you since the very beginning, even before you even had a chance to recognize your feelings. He confessed to you one night when the two of you were in a deep conversation over an Italian dinner that the moment you had walked through the clinic’s front doors, he was head-over-heels. And it soon became abundantly clear to you how agonizing it was for him to deny his feelings in fear that you would reject him because of your position in life. 

 He told you about how after your visits, he’d find his mind infected with the very thought of you as soon as he was done with work. He’d lay awake in bed all night, tossing and turning and dreaming about you. 

 Just like you had done with him. 

 Even still, the two of you never took anything too… far. 

 And the times that you guys had done anything sexual were few and far between. Minho kept telling you that he wanted to take things slow and do things right and not rush into the sexual part of the relationship. And you respected and understood and agreed with his wishes. 

 But it was sometimes so hard - so annoying - to have to face him every single day and suppress your urges once more. 

 Sure, the two of you had had plenty of make-out sessions, which sometimes turned into quite heated moments, but nothing went any further than that. 

 This is why, on that particular Saturday night, you had jumped at the opportunity to have a night in at your place with him. Maybe, you’d finally get a chance to taste him after so much waiting and longing. 

 Throughout the three months that you had started dating, you rarely went over to each other’s places, instead opting to see each other at the clinic when you’d stop by for an appointment or just to chat, or when you’d go on dates around the town. 

 So he had never seen your apartment. 

 And now here he was, standing on your doorstep. 

 You had taken great care that weekend to clean it up as best as you could, but since it was in such an old, shitty building, there wasn’t too much you could do. The small living room was picked up and your bed was made and the ingredients for dinner were laid out across the kitchen counter. Because you had recently stumbled upon the knowledge that Minho was an amazing cook and it was one of his biggest hobbies outside of work and the gym, you made it one of your #1 goals in life to get in the kitchen with him. 

 So it turned out to be perfect timing then- since you had planned to have a date night out on the town that Saturday night. But instead, you suggested making dinner together in your apartment’s kitchen. Minho had jumped at the chance of seeing your skills with a knife, but also getting a glimpse of your place… so it truly was a win-win situation. 

 “It’s not much, but it’s home,” you said, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck and stepping away from the threshold of your place so Minho could take off his shoes. 

 He shut the front door behind him, locking it in place before offering you one of those warm, comforting smiles. The ones you had grown accustomed to over the years. The ones that caused that gooey, lovely thing to stir in the pit of your stomach. “Baby- it’s really nice, I love it.” He said, slipping off his shoes and hanging up his jacket on the nearby coat hanger that you had placed in the door. Although it was the beginning of summer, he liked to carry a jacket around with him wherever he went, a habit that you had quickly picked up on the more you started dating.  

 You shrugged, making your way into the kitchen and positioning the vegetables onto the cutting board. You had decided to make homemade black bean noodles for dinner. It wasn’t too complicated, and one of your guys' favorite meals. You looked up from the daikon you were washing in the sink at the sight of Minho placing a small box down on the countertop. 

 “I thought we said we weren’t going to cheat and do takeout.” You laughed, as you finished washing off the radish and placed it back on the cutting board. 

 Minho shrugged, “It’s not takeout… I picked it up on the way here at this cute little place just down the road.” He motioned with a tilt of his head for you to open it, and you lifted a questioning brow his way as you unfolded the small white box. 

 Inside it were two perfect slices of cake. They were a dark green colour with swirls of creamy white frosting and flecks of edible gold across the top. You stared up at him with a smile already stretching across your mouth, “Wow- I didn’t expect cake.” 

 “They’re matcha flavour, thought we could have them after dinner…” Minho’s voice trailed off, as he reached out to you and pulled you into his grasp. 

 Immediately melting into him, you reached up and carded a few fingers through his hair, giving his lips a chaste peck. “Thanks so much, babe, I love matcha.” 

 He smiled against your mouth, returning the kiss tenfold and holding onto you a little tighter. If you continued to stay in that position, things would surely escalate into a makeout session and then dinner wouldn’t be made. So against his whine of protest, you pulled away from him, slapping his shoulder rather playfully. 

 “Now c’mon and focus on helping me with dinner, I’m starving here.” 

 In no time at all, you had the veggies - which consisted of squash, potatoes, onions, and radish - cooking in a large wok over a single burner. While you were busy whipping up a quick thickening paste for the sauce, Minho was preparing the cooked noodles by blanching them in cold water at the sink. 

 “I’m honestly surprised by how good at this you are.” He said in a light tone, just as he strained the noodles and placed them in two separate bowls. 

 “Why? Because you just assumed I lied to you about my skills?” 

 “No- I mean, in the past, women have told me that they're adept in the kitchen, but then when they finally get in it they’re… clueless.” 

 “So you admit that you’ve dated a lot of women, then?” You eyed him as soon as you were finished with your task and washed your hands under some warm water. The subject of his exes hadn’t come up too much, but you just assumed that he had been with many women before you - or at least a handful - since he was such a good catch. 

 “Actually, no,” he started, leaning back against the kitchen counter and watching you with an intense stare - the one he only ever seemed to use on you - while you stirred the cooking veggies with a wooden paddle. “I don’t count one-night stands as dating so, I’ve only long-term dated three women before you.” 

 “And I’ve dated a whopping one man before you.” You threw back at him, flashing a smile his way. His eyes scanned over your face, catching at your lips. 

 Then he was moving towards you, kissing you so suddenly that you stumbled back a few paces. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and when you pulled apart just enough to catch your breath, a small smirk adorned his face. “Yeah, but I wish that I was your first… first in everything, for that matter. I hate the thought that some man has already taken all of you. It makes me angry, to be honest.” 

 His dark confession danced across your ears, fluttering into your chest and causing your heart to stir restlessly. You reached up, tracing your fingers against his right cheekbone. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t count… that man as an actual relationship anymore. He was just a fling of the past during my university days.” 

 Just before Minho could say anything else, or kiss you anymore, the timer for the veggies was going off. The loud beeps rang across the whole of your small apartment and you yanked away from him to turn it off. 

 The dinner activities were once again taken up, as the two of you prepared the final stages of the meal. And it was only a few minutes later that the two of you were sitting on your living room couch, tv switched on, and paused at the start of one of your comfort rom-com films. Two steaming bowls of black bean noodles sat in front of the two of you on the coffee table, with small dishes of pickled radish and kimchi on the side. 

 Everything looked fucking amazing, and you found yourself digging in as soon as you sat down. Minho let out a hearty chuckle at your ravenous hunger as he took small bites out of his bowl. You mostly ate in silence, only commenting on the food when necessary, since you were engrossed in the film playing on the tv. 

 It wasn’t until you were finished with your dinner and laying back with a contented, full sigh that Minho made to turn down the volume on the tv. You tipped into his side, snuggling up to his arm as you pulled the fuzzy blanket around you a little tighter to your chest. 

 Minho’s hand found your knee underneath the blanket soon after, and your heart skipped a few beats at the feeling of his fingers drawing nonsensical, languid shapes into your skin. Since the date night was inside your own place for once, you felt no obligation to dress up, so you stayed in your usual attire for the weekend - tight, black yoga pants and an oversized, baggy rock band t-shirt. It was nothing special, but Minho always claimed that you could be wearing a paper bag and he’d still find you attractive as hell. 

 So there you were, dressed in your comfy clothes. Minho looked quite similar, outfitted in a matching set of navy-blue sweats and a hoodie. He utterly surprised you the first time you had seen him dressed down in casual clothes, since every time you had ever witnessed him before, he had been in his doctor's coat and formal slacks. 

 The casual style suited him quite well. And honestly, it was a turn on too. 

 To know that he was comfortable enough around you to let his guard down, 

 To not have to dress the part all of the time. 

“I remember that night at the party - when you sat down beside me on my couch for the movie - and how crazy it all made me,” his voice was deep and a little gravelly from disuse. His words cut through the faint sound of the movie playing, and you completely froze up, trying to understand the meaning behind it all. “Like- you smelled so fucking good, and that dress… shit, I still can’t get the sight of you in it out of my head. I remember how it rode up so much when you sat down beside me, flimsy hemline pushing towards your upper thighs and hinting at everything that lay just beneath the fabric.” 

 You swallowed down the moan that was suddenly trying to force its way up your throat. And then you felt the hand on your kneecap moving, inching up ever so slowly. Past your knee, and drawing close to your thighs. 

 But you couldn’t find the right words just then, too breathless and needy to formulate any kind of coherent sentence. 

 Because you had been needy. 

 Since the very day you realized your feelings for him, you had wanted nothing more but to be fucked senseless by Lee Minho. 

 And then he revealed himself to you that night, after all of the confessions, 

 Unraveling irrevocably underneath his fingers. 

 But you never wanted him to come undone just beneath his fingers, 

 No- you wanted him to lose it all with you under the surface. Under him. 

“When Chan called you darling that night I silently wanted to wring his neck,” he chuckled darkly, just as his hand crested across your upper thigh. Fingers played with the thin material of your black yoga pants, whispery tips pressing into sensitive flesh there. “Because he knew what he was doing- knew he’d get a reaction out of me if he used such a word on you.”

 The breath flooded out of you at the feeling of his hand coming in contact with your right hip. The two of you were laying on the couch, facing the tv, but he was turned slightly towards you and you could feel his stare boring into your face, watching for any reaction you had to his movements. You kept your eyes trailed on the flashing tv screen, hanging on every word that fell from his lips. 

 “And did it?” You finally found your voice, asking in a shaky tone. The air shuddered out of you, halting in your chest as his palm just barely ghosted over your clothed core. That was hidden away by two fucking layers. “Did he manage to get a rise out of you?” 

 One beat of silence, 

 A brush of fingers. 

 Two beats of silence, 

 Toying with the drawstring of your yoga pants. 

 Three beats of silence, 

 Stretching the waistband away from your hips. 

 “Yes, it sure fucking did,” he began, practically grumbling. You could feel his warm breath fan across the shell of your ear, he was suddenly that close to you. You completely froze up, limbs growing rock-stiff and mind racing a mile a minute as you anticipated his next move. “Almost combusted right then from the thought of me getting to call you darling.”

 His hand dipped into the front of you then, fingers playfully dancing across your insubstantial lace panties. Agonizingly, just tracing the outlines of the silhouette of you. 

 Not giving in to anything yet. 

 Not quite.

When he stopped moving altogether, you were afraid that he’d yank his hand out and thwart whatever he had originally planned to do. You had never gone this far - the make-outs had never gone as far as wandering hands. But suddenly, it felt like you couldn’t live without it anymore. 

 It was a necessity, you deemed. 

 To have him fully and wholly. 

 Panicking, you reached for his hands and slotted your fingers between his, which were halfway stuffed down the front of your pants. Your head snapped his way, and you registered the lustful look on his face. The way his lips were pursed in that way whenever he was horny, and the way his eyes shined with liquid fire. 

 “Please, Min-” You whimpered like a cat in heat, ready to go to any means necessary to finally get a feel for him. “Need it so bad- I’ve waited so long for you, please-”

 His other, free hand reached out, thumb brushing across your bottom lip, tracing the outline of your mouth. You were desperately holding onto his other hand, fingers between fingers as you willed him not to move away from your entirely. “And what do you need so badly, hmm?” He was asking, but he already knew what you were insinuating. He knew, yet he was still willing to push you enough to admit your innermost wants. “What does my baby girl need so desperately that she’d stop me from doing anything else?” 

 “Y-You,” you whined out, eyes widening at the way his thumb was slowly pressing between your lips and past your teeth. You swiped at his digit rabidly, tongue-sucking as best as you could. “Your cock- need it so much, Min-”

 Throughout the months that you had been dating, you had quickly learned of his turn-ons. 

 And one of the biggest ones included begging. 

 Groveling, on your part. 

 And lots of it. 

 You had used the trick many times before on him for innocent things, like when you wanted an extra scoop of ice cream or another teddy bear at the spring fair while out of a date. 

 He liked to see you desperate for him- in any capacity. 

 But sexually? 

 That really got him going. 

 So you did just that. 

 Softening your eyes as you peered up at him, the tv casting a dim blue light across his sharp-toned face. “B-Been wanting it for so long, I can’t wait any longer…” You all but pleaded in a wavering voice, words muffled around his thumb that was still stuffed between either of your lips. 

 You watched, as something flipped in him. 

 A coin was tossed, and you landed on the dark, sensuous side of things. 

 In one swift movement, he was brushing your hand away from his, leaving only his fingers buried deep inside your pants. He leaned into you then, mouth hovering so close to yours, but not close enough. 

 Minho breathed out, the hot air hitting your face and forcing gooseflesh to erupt across your whole body. “Take a deep breath for me, kitten.” Once again, he said the command in that sweet, saccharine tone. The one he had used on you in his bedroom, late at night after the party, when you had mutually come undone while watching each other. 

 You did as you were told, drawing in a billow of air as he slipped his thumb from your mouth. When you were finished breathing, his lips were coming upon you and capturing you up in a heart-stopping, heated kiss. 

 “Good girl… you won’t be able to do such a thing for a long time...” He said in between the swipes of tongue and clash of teeth. 

 And you had no time to register what his cryptic message meant. 

 Because his hands were moving again, one coming up to your face and grasping at your chin, angling your head just so.

 While the other- 

 The other was finally slipping past the thin band of your panties. 

 Fingers catching on sensitive skin and instantly turning slick with so much arousal. 

 And just like that, you began to unravel. 

 Just like that, you understood his words. 

 Because so suddenly, it was getting really fucking hard to breathe. Lungs constricting in pain, heart pounding against your ribcage, throat shrinking with the shock and pleasure of it all. 

To be continued

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