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Teasing JJK Men With a Popsicle

Summary: When the sun is hot, you cool off with a tasty ocy treat! While also teasing your boyfriend.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU), AFAB!Reader

Warnings: suggestiveness, food play?? language, kissing, teasing, mock blowjobs, smutty-esque

Word Count: 5,5k

A/N: this is another poll prompt I did awhile back! I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things now that my writers block is gone! Enjoy!!

Gojo Satoru:

“Good mornin—ooh—” Shoko held her cigarette between her teeth, watching you boil with anger. “Not a good morning?” she asked, cockimg a brow as you plopped down on the bench next to her.

“It would’ve been if it wasn’t for Gojo.”

“Yikes, using your boyfriend‘s last name. What did he do to piss you off??

“It’s on the lines of what he ‘didn’t do.’” Your best friend took a long drag and blew the smoke above her head.

“I’m going to regret asking this, but what happened?”

The morning has started with the potential of being a great day. Gojo had you on top of him, rocking your hips against his morning wood, getting you all riled up before he broke the kiss. He quickly got out of bed, claiming that he needed to get ready for the meeting, which you knew was a crock of shit, but instead of calling him out, you made the mistake of joining him in the shower. He had you pinned against the wall, pressing between your legs, teasing your pussy before pulling away the second you began grinding down on him. It was painfully clear your asshole of a boyfriend decided to edge you all fucking morning. Once you made this discovery, you did your best to avoid him and his seductive advances.

But avoiding him was easier said than done.

On the ride to school, his fingers teased your inner thighs, rubbing the skin gently. When you finally made it to work, he cornered you in a classroom, rubbing himself over the fat of your ass. Gojo had woken up and chose violence this morning, and you were his victim.

“I’m seriously about to ask Yaga to send me off to supervise a mission or something to get me away from him.”

The only reason you were able to maintain some form of composure was all thanks to the first year’s training session Gojo was instructing. You had an hour to try to calm yourself down to get through the rest of the day, but knowing Gojo, he wouldn’t make the rest of the day easy. No amount of time would prepare you for the relentless torture. That was sure to ensue the second he got back from his lesson.

Shoko blew out another cloud, cupping some dark hair behind her ear. “Your solution is simple.” You stared blankly at your best friend. “You tease the bastard back.” Part of you jumps eagerly at the idea of switching the playing field. Part of you began cooking up all sorts of plots to invoke your revenge. The other half of you pouts, sinking slowly further down the bench.

“Yeah, and how do you suggest I do that? The last time I checked, he’s a giant who is untouchable. Even if I tried grinding against him, all he needed to do was put up his infinity.”

“You don’t have to grind on him to tease him. I’m a lesbian, and even I know that.”

“Then what do I do?”

Shoko put her cigarette out before gently grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the teacher's lounge. “We just need to make a quick stop at the kitchen.”

Gojo sighed as he watched the first-years brawl with the second-years. This was far less entertaining than teasing you had been. Seeing your pretty skin flush before you sighed in annoyance was his fuel for the day. Teasing you was just too easy. But he fully intended to make all the teasing worthwhile once you got home.

He just wanted to go as fast as he could to get back to said teasing. “Hey.” Never mind the waiting; it seemed as though some other almighty power had answered his prayers. You had been summoned near his side, practically begging to be teased! You were like a moth to the glowing flame that was his stature.

“Hey sweetie, what do you say we blow this popsicle stand and head to the sh-h-he—!!”

Gojo’s flawless Ivory skin flushed a crimson red when he turned his attention to you. Your pretty lips were sealed around a popsicle, sucking it as if it was his dick. Cheeks were hollowed, and your eyes narrowed as you watched his lips quiver under the shock of seeing you in such a promiscuous state. Once you were sure his attention was focused solely on you, your head began bobbing, taking more of (him) the popsicle into your mouth with a fucking moan. That sound alone should be reserved for him and his dick only, not some popsicle. Why the fuck was he getting insanely jealous over a sweet?!

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Cooling off?” You say, finally pulling off the cream-colored icy treat

Satoru scoffed, shifting his weight from one leg to the other to distract himself from his tightening pants. But nothing truly seemed to help because all he could focus on was how pretty your lips looked wrapped around your frozen popsicle. While he was suffering, you reveled in the satisfaction and the sweet taste of revenge.

“Baby, come on, don’t do this to me.” He complained, watching you take the whole length into your mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh?” You swirl your tongue around the tip. “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry for what, Toru?” You asked, popping the popsicle back into your mouth

“I’m sorry for teasing you, okay?!”

Your lips together, humming thoughtfully as you tapped your index finger against your chin. “I guess you seem like you mean it.” Satoru nodded, fluffy tufts of white hair moving with his every move. “But that still doesn’t make what you did right, so no, I won’t stop.” Your boyfriend let out a pained moan as you returned to enjoying your frozen treat.

“Sweetie, please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Your cheeks hollowed as you suck the tip hard.

“Yes, anything!”

You hummed again, pulling off the tip. “You’re going to let me ride you tonight. And I will edge until I see tears in those blue eyes.”

Gojo scoffed, bending down slightly and getting in your face. “You say that as if it’s a punishment.” You focused on his blindfold as you pulled off the popsicle.

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh, please, like you riding me is a punish—” For an instant, Gojo waited, thinking that maybe you were going to have some smart retort to shoot back at him. But instead, you bit the tip of the popsicle off with your teeth with an aggressive snarl.

With pure satisfaction, you watched your boyfriend's hands shoot down his crotch. Where he covered his now soft cock. His jaw went slack as eyebrows twitched from underneath his blindfold, clearly pained by your actions. You smiled before patting him on the shoulder and turning to walk back towards the school with a sway in your hips. One that generally left him eager to get home, but this time, it sent pinpricks down his spine.

“Can’t wait to get home and teach you a thing or two!”

While the strongest sorcerer of the modern age watched, you saunter off. He was beginning to realize just how badly he had fucked up. And he was not looking forward to what you had planned for him. Okay, maybe he was a little excited.

Geto Suguru:

It wasn’t your fault. You had done nothing to deserve the sex ban your boyfriend had put you on. You may have fallen through a second-story window after purposely ignoring his warnings. And it may have been a fall that had resulted in you needing twenty stitches, but that didn’t mean he needed to withhold sex from you.

Normally when shit like this happened, the outcome either resulted and you were getting lectured or getting spanked, which wasn’t ordinarily bad at all. But seeing that this was your fifth injury in three weeks, Suguru decided to take a different approach to teach you a lesson, and it was a lesson that was working, much to your dismay.

This punishment was beginning to eat you alive.

You could live without sex for a week, but two weeks should be considered torture. To make matters worse, any attempts you had made to push Suguru to break the stupid ban himself had gone unnoticed, unbothered, and irritated you beyond all means. You were utterly desperate to get dick down by your fantastic boyfriend, but you still had another four days to go before the ban was up.

But desperate times called for desperate measures.

You hummed as you stood at the end of an alley, looking back at your boyfriend, who used his curse technique on the curse you had been fighting into a ball. Suguru rubbed the back of his hand over his forehead, wiping away the sweat that coated his brow. It was a hot one in downtown Tokyo, but you had the perfect way to cool off! One that was sure to ignite the flames of passion deep inside Suguru’s chest.

“Okay,” Suguru said softly as walking towards the entrance of the alley where you were waiting for him, “I just need to swallow, and then we can get back to Jujutsu High. I was thinking maybe we could—” your boyfriend, paused, looking up from the cursed spirit in his palm, watching as you slowly run your tongue along the underside of a popsicle. “When did you have time to grab that?”

“Right when you started working your magic!” Your tongue stained a fluorescent red as the taste of cherry washed over your taste buds. “This cute little shop had them right by the door! Works out perfectly in that summertime Tokyo heat.”

Suguru hummed, eyeing the curse sphere in his hand, bracing himself for what he knew he had to do next. “Would you mind—” he stopped talking as you pushed yourself off the wall, turning to stand before him. You sucked on the cherry popsicle as if it were your boyfriend’s cock. Your cheeks bobbing your head over the sweet, tangy treat, all while maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend. “Princess.”

“Ah~!” you moaned out happily, popping your mouth off the tip of the popsicle. You made sure to lick your lips ever so slowly, hoping they were slightly swollen with all the sucking you had done. “Yes, Suguru~?”

This was it. He would finally break after all of your efforts in the three days! You couldn’t wait to hear what he had to say! Maybe it would be, ‘I can't take this any longer. I need to feel you!’ Or better yet, he might not say anything at all! He might drag you down the dark and take you right there against the brick wall. It would be an adrenaline rush with the prospect of getting caught doing some naughty things in public!

You could feel yourself vibrating with excitement and need. A look that didn’t go unnoticed by your incredibly observant boyfriend. He could see the way that you were pressing your thighs together. Your lips slightly parted at the sound of his voice. And the telltale sign was the fact that your eyes so bluntly focused on his crotch as if you were willing him to get erect. It was almost cute seeing you so eager.

“Make sure there’s no one coming.” The disappointment that flashed across your features like lightning was as clear as a crystal lake. “Go on.”

Your eyebrow twitched with visible anger, and you practically stormed to the end of the alley, looking both ways and ensuring no pedestrians were walking by. “It’s clear.” There was a sour tone to your voice, fully capable of cuddling milk.

“Thank you, darling,” Suguru responded before tilting his head back and popping the curse into his mouth.

The horrendous taste of a rag that was used to wipe up vomit coated his tongue before he was able to swallow the curse down. Once he absorbed the curse, he focused his attention on you to draw away from the horrendous taste that coated his mouth like a film. He usually found himself drawn towards you after he swallowed a curse. You were his anchor, in a way—something to ground himself to without losing himself in the disgusting taste that would drive anyone mad.

Typically, when his dark eyes met yours, he was met with a warm and gentle smile. Only this time, he was met with the burning, lustful gaze as you practically deep-throated a popsicle. Seeing you suck on it before hadn’t been all that distracting, but now that you were getting into it, it was a different story. Your eyes had a far-off gaze as you focused on him. Your head moved up and down over the popsicle, coding it in your saliva as you sucked on it hard.

Seeing you in such a state left Suguru swallowing harder than he had when he swallowed the curse. With each inch you took further into your mouth, you could see a flicker of need in his eyes. This was it—your boyfriend‘s breaking point. Suguru was going to be the one to crash; he was going to be the one to break his ban!

In the blink of an eye, Suguru snarled, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you deeper down the alley. The sudden jerky movement caused you to drop your popsicle, tumbling to the ground and breaking into several uneven pieces. But you didn’t give a fuck about the popsicle! You were more eager to get to be with your boyfriend again finally!

Suguru grabbed both your wrists, pinning them above your head. His lips met yours in a crash of pure, unfiltered need. The man didn’t even give you a chance to fully understand what was happening or try to match his pace. One, his lips were slanted against yours, and the next, he was showing his tongue into your mouth without even asking for permission by the tip of his tongue slowly over your bottom lip. You moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back, his knee darting between your legs, pressing up against your clothed core.

He pulled away for a moment before slamming his lips back against yours, nearly causing your teeth to clash against each other.his tongue, massage yours, wrapping around the muscle, as you found yourself melting against him, hips, slowly, moving as the taste of cherry slowly enveloped his mouth. His feverish kisses began to cool down as your hips slowly began rocking against his thigh, eager For what else he had to offer you in his alleyway.

But as quickly as the kiss came, it ended. He pulled away, panting heavily as he released his grip on your wrists. You fell forward against his chest, gripping his jacket for support as he removed his knee from between your legs. You were shaking slightly at the arousal that burned through your veins like boiling water. Peering up at your boyfriend, you watched as he licked at the smeared cherry syrup on his lips.

“S-Sugu—what was?!”

“I just had to get the taste of the curse out of my mouth. And since you were so rudely didn’t even offer to get me a popsicle, I decided to make do with what I had. It’s not like Satoru is around to offer me candy. So I decided to taste your popsicle firsthand.”

You felt as though the world was crashing down on you. “I-I—!” Suguru shut his eyes as he tilted his head to the side, smiling softly, which was sinister with what he had just done to you.

“Did you honestly think that was going to break me? Oh, my sweet Princess, you’d have to do a lot more than that.” he wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you down the alleyway back to the bustling streets. “You have four days to go, then we can make up for lost time. But by all means, keep up your technique by sucking more popsicles, it may not break me, but I do enjoy the sight of you sucking on it.”

Needless to say you had learned your lesson. You found that out by yourself right then there, standing in an alley after being twat-blocked your boyfriend who was right. You needed to be more careful on your missions, and you definitely would be more careful from now on. Because your boyfriend was not going to ever break a sex ban.

Nanami Kento:

It was hot, and you felt even hotter in every part of your body. You were sitting on your porch watching your husband mow the grass in your backyard. You had offered to do it earlier this week, but he insisted on taking care of it because of how hot it was. The last thing he wanted was for his beautiful wife to get overheated and possibly suffer the consequences of heat stroke.

At first, you weren’t sure if you were insulted or relieved by his request. You wanted to help with the yard work; you had no problem doing that. But Nanami made you a deal: if you did the laundry, he would ensure the yardwork was done, which didn’t seem that fair of a deal to you. Your washing machine and dryer were inside the comfort of your air-conditioned house while your husband was stuck outside in the heat doing yard work.

After you finished the laundry, you changed into a pair of booty shorts and a tank top, fully motivated to get outside and help him finish the yardwork so the two of you could shower and relax for the evening. But the second Nanami spotted you walking down the steps of the porch, heading towards him, he stopped what he was doing and pointed to the chair that was under the shade.

“My love, it’s too hot for you to be out here. I'm almost done. Take a seat. I can handle it.”

“Kento, if you stop being so stubborn, we could get it done faster!” you pleaded with your husband, crossing your arms over your chest.“Just let me help you with weeding the garden!”

Your husband turned the lawnmower off, using the short brake to wipe the sweat Office face with his dirty shirt. “Sweetpea, I already finished picking the weeds; I watered all the plants; all I need to do now is just mow the lawn. So please take a seat and relax. It won’t take me very long.” You wanted to argue with him to tell him that he was being asinine about the whole situation; that stubborn look in his eyes, however, told you there was no persuading him to stop.

With a side of defeat, you back up the stairs of the porch, flopping your ass down in the lounge chair, looking out at him. Nanami smiled, readjusting his baseball hat with a wink before turning the lawn mower back on. Your husband often called you stubborn, but perhaps he needed to take the time to look in the mirror because he was just as stubborn, if not more stubborn than you.

Was it that bad that you wanted to help him out? It wasn’t as though you were some fragile flower incapable of doing yardwork. If you weren't so angry, you would’ve been able to take the time to enjoy the view in front of you. Your sweaty husband roamed around the yard, ensuring it was pristine. Sweat ran down his neck, biceps, and face, making him look as though he was some sort of Greek god.

But he was being childish at the current moment.

Clearly, trying to be an adult and offer your assistance to him wasn’t going to help, and talking to him about trying to persuade him to let you help wasn’t going to work either. There wasn’t much more you could do. Once your husband has made a decision, he typically sticks with it.

But there was one thing even the Nanami Kento couldn't resist on a hot day like this! You hopped out of your chair and rushed back into the house, heading straight for the freezer. You snickered to yourself as you pulled out your secret weapon before returning to the backyard.

Nanami had just turned the lawnmower off again and moved to discard the lawn clippings in the trash bag. He fully set it off to the side, intending to add it to the other compost by the shed you used for your flowers. Sweat ran down his chiseled cheeks, and he was looking forward to getting this done so he could take a very long shower with you. But just as he was about to connect the basket back to the lawnmower, he looked up at you and dropped it to the ground.

You were sitting back in the lounge chair, legs propped up on the porch railing, as you slowly licked around the frozen treat in the waffle cone in your hand. You are pretty tongue-lapped at your favorite frozen flavor, your eyes transfixed on him as you swirled your tongue expertly around the tip of the treat. Watching you do something so lewd on a dessert had Nanami swallowing hard. He suddenly found his basketball shorts were way too tight for comfort.

You had not intended for it to be like this. Your mind was nowhere even close to being in the gutter. Instead, your intentions were innocent. In the long run, your plan had been to entice him with ice cream to take a break in the shade with you. Maybe once he got out of the blazing heat, you would be able to convince him to allow you to help him. Your poor husband thought you were doing something completely different; fortunately, it worked.

His eyes were towards the grass that was cut evenly, aside from the small patches near the back wall that were practically unnoticeable to anyone who didn’t know the yard like you or Kento did; it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if he didn’t mow it just this once. The lawn society would come and arrest him for missing a minuscule part of the lawn. Besides, it was too damn hot to be out in the yard working in heat like this. Not when you sat on the porch looking at him with narrowed eyes as you lapped seductively at your treat.

A look you hadn’t realized you had even been giving the man. Your intentions had been pure. So you knew you had won when you watched Nanami quickly move across the yard, picking up his yard tools and throwing them in the shed without a care in the world. You silently fist-pumped the aias. Nanami came bounding across the yard with a purpose. There was a look in those honey-brown eyes as he ran up the stairs.

“How sweet of you to join m—mmphm!”

Your frozen dessert falls onto your lap as Nanami tosses his baseball cap off to the side, his hands gripping your face as he kisses you deeply. Your eyes rolled back, your mind completely ignoring the fact that your frozen treat was melting in your lap. All your brain could focus on was kissing Nanami back; everything else fizzled into the background as he lifted you out of the chair, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Mhmm—my love.” the moan that left Nanami’s mouth caused the little hairs on your arms to stand as goosebumps rose. “If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask.”

“H-Huh—?” you drunkenly asked as he opened the backdoor, expertly shutting and locking it as his lips moved over your neck. He chucked warm and deep, his face buried in your neck.

You inhaled sharply, whimpering as his teeth grazed over your pulse. “If you wanted me to ravish you this badly, all you needed to do was say so instead of teasing me.” Your mind raced as you suddenly became aware of what he had been talking about.

The ice cream. Your intention to innocently persuade him to join you on the porch to cool off had been misconstrued as a beg for him to stop what he was doing so you could suck him off, maybe even do more. So, the way you saw it, you had two options. Be honest with your husband and tell him you just wanted the home to cool off on the porch as a ploy to convince him to let you help with the yard. Or, go with what he was saying and have steamy, hot shower sex.

“Oh shoot! You caught me! Here, I thought I was being so aloof with my plans!”

Your husband kicks the door to your bedroom open, heading into the bathroom. “Luckily for me, I can read you like a book.” Your fingers run through his slightly damp, sweat-ridden hair, scratching at the undercut as you pull yourself in and kiss him deeply.

“That you do.”

Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU)

The door to the apartment flew open, and you snarled, eyes searching for any sign of your boyfriend. “Kuna!” screamed at the top of your lungs. There was no response, but that didn’t stop you from searching the empty apartment for your teasing boyfriend.

Intentions of making him pay for the relentless teasing he had put you through your workday. It started as an innocent text that said good morning and to have a good day. That innocent message progressed to him saying he missed you, followed by a picture of him lying in bed, his ripped abdomen muscles on full display. The photo in itself is something you were used to, but the images that followed were out of nowhere.

Pictures of his bulge in his basketball shorts came up on your screen. With each picture that showed up, they became more scandalous. The bulge turned into photos of him, groping himself through his pants, the erection clearest day to shots of his tattooed, happy trail all the way up to the base of his cock. Your face flushed as you shielded your phone from the prying eyes of your coworkers. You texted him to knock it off, but that was not easily persuaded. He did what he wanted, and he didn’t give a fuck.

Those scandalous photos turned into Voice Memos that had your panties soaked and your lip raw from how hard you bid it to hold the back whimpers. The man was torturing you, and you had planned to make him suffer as much as he had made you. But now that you were finally off the clock, in the safety of your own home, and the bastard was nowhere to be found!? Typical teasing dick move.

You stormed into the kitchen, searching for something to distract yourself with. Finding a popsicle in the freezer, you unwrapped it just as the front door opened and shut. In a second, you watched as your boyfriend around the corner, dropping his keys on the counter.

“Kitten!” shouted around with hungry desire. “I'm home!”

“Hm.” Instead of responding with the normally warm, enthusiastic welcome, he was greeted with the coldness of a winter storm.

“Oh, don't hm me. What do you say I ma—” His words traveled off as he fixed his gaze on you, witnessing you pushing the pink popsicle into your mouth, sucking on the tip as he blinked before focusing on you.

Teasing wasn’t as fun now that he was the one on the receiving end of it. That’s what you thought. You had been eager to watch his face contort with need. Longing to make him suffer the same way he had made you suffer throughout the entirety of your day. Shortly as you found yourself lost in thoughts, you were met with the dark, almost void look in his crimson eyes.

That almost emotionless look in his eyes, and he didn’t seem bothered by your actions. Instead, you’ve leaned further over the counter, not breaking the eye contact. There was a lot you had been expecting your boyfriend to do in response to your teasing. So you continued to deep-throat the icy treat. But when Soukouna reached into the fruit bowl on the counter, picking up a peach, your eyebrows twitched as you tried to figure out what he intended to do.

A split second passed before Sukuna reached for the knife block. He pulled out the pairing knife, still maintaining icon contact. You walked, and your boyfriend sliced into the fruit. Its sweet juices beat against the fuzzy skin. The second peach was split in half. Sukuna grabbed the pit of the peach, throwing it into the sink.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, continuing to suck on the popsicle in a very messy manner. Was he seriously going to sit there and eat a peach without saying anything? Before you could even continue to question his intentions, you came to the shocking realization that he wasn’t going to eat the peach.

Your big buff boyfriend leaned over the counter himself, holding the peach in one hand while the other gripped the counter with his other. You watched as his pierced tongue slid out of his mouth slowly, lapping at the inside of the peach; in a way, he typically ate you out. He ran his piercing over the indent of the peach where Sukuna re the tip of the pit was, where your clit would be. He ran his tongue over that spot over and over before his tongue slid back down, lapping over the juicy peach.

Watching him lapping at the peach in such a seductive manner made you choke at first. Your boyfriend snickered as he kept his burning gaze focused solely on you. What the fuck? Why was this so erotic?! Watching him eating out a peach, you were suddenly jealous.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?” He purred out cocking an eyebrow. The juices from the peach smeared over his mouth as he pulled away. “You can dish it out but can’t take it?”

“Mhmm~!” You hummed out aggressively, swirling your tongue over the top of the popsicle. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whispered, running the tip of your tongue over what you pretended was the slit of your boyfriend's cock.

“Ah, okay, I see. You can pretend you’re not imagining that popsicle as my thick cock, but I’m pretending this.” He held the peach up. “Is your sweet cunt.”

His words sent fire to pool in your abdomen. “O-oh yeah?” You questioned as if you didn’t know that’s what he was doing.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t compare to you.” He growled as he flicked his tongue over the peach. “You’re so much wetter, sweeter, and make the prettiest sounds. I’d much rather bury my head between your thighs.”

“Yet you’re still licking the peach.”

“And you're still deepthroating a fucking popsicle.”

You weren’t going to break down first! You refused to when he had started the teasing this morning while you were at work. Even if the popsicle melted you had a freezer full of them to continue this stupid game.

“Mmm~haaah~” Sukuna moaned softly, flicking his tongue over the peach in strategic swipes, ones you were familiar with. “S,” Sukuna hummed before you watched his tongue quickly dip down, “U,” the pink tongue darted down before two quick flicks followed, “K—”

You were a liar.

You threw the popsicle to the floor before snatching the peach away from your boyfriend and throwing it into the sink. Your boyfriend's smirk didn’t even have a chance to tug at the corner of his mouth as you yanked him closer to you by the straps of his tank top. Not expecting you to falter so quickly, Sukuna barely had time to process what was happening before he was dragged around the kitchen island, where your lips slammed against his.

All cocky attitudes joined the discarded peach pit in the sink as you both threw yourselves at each other. The sweet, sticky taste of peaches and strawberries collapsed in a kaleidoscope of flavors as your tongues massaged each other as you fell to the tile floor, wrapping your limbs around your boyfriend. Clothes were tugged off, and belts were unbuckled before moans flooded the apartment, and neither of you intended to stop until you were a sticky, sweaty mess.

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avelera · 6 months ago

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Unwell thinking about how the possibility to push Viktor to ask for more of Jayce's attention, or even to remove Mel from the picture, didn't even OCCUR to Future Viktor. Because he truly thinks that Jayce can't possibly unconditionally accept him and his flaws. He NEEDS to be physically perfect first.

So the timeline of Jesus Viktor keeps playing out as an inevitability, partially fueled by Jayce's attention being pulled towards the Council and missing a lot of red flags happening with Viktor.

When all it would have taken was Viktor directly asking Jayce for help or attention instead of skirting around the issue/generalising it to "people need our help". That sweet dog of a man would have dropped anything if only you asked, Viktor

Jayce would have dropped EVERYTHING, E V E R Y T H I N G if just ONCE Viktor had given him an unambiguous, "Help me!" I believe this in my bones.

And this gets into something I love about S1, which is how airtight it is written (S2 has a lot of bigger events but lays less groundwork, it's why I give it a 95% instead of a 100% like S1, just as a writer). Because you can go back to S1 and see every single moment that people could have prevented what comes later, and exactly why they were unable to do so.

You can see that Silco wants to shut down the bridge to trap Vi in the undercity -> He tells Marcus to find a way to shut down the bridge -> Jayce as a new Council is flustered and overwhelmed so when Marcus says the only way to be 100% safe is to shut down the bridge he says sure, let's do that then, because Marcus deliberately only gave an engineer one solution so the engineer listened -> Viktor gets trapped in the blockade after acquiring Shimmer, he's nervous and on edge because he has illegal drugs on him for an illegal experiment -> Jayce is overwhelmed and harried and freaking out because he's been summoned down to the bridge to collect Viktor. He's also freaking out because he's now worried for Viktor's safety because he's been getting fed crisis after crisis about how it's the people from the undercity who are dangerous, he just saw death for the first time after Jinx's explosion and he grew up with Piltover prejudices that are resurfacing under the assault of Silco's machinations, Jinx's attacks, and Marcus's manipulations -> Jayce freaks out and yells at Viktor out of fear for his life -> Viktor who was in an emotionally vulnerable place, fearing for his own life and worried he'd lose Jayce's regard if he proceeds hears Singed's voice in his head saying Jayce might not understand, decides not to tell Jayce about the Shimmer. Jayce's prejudices also push Viktor to clam up instead of going to him for help like he might have otherwise -> overall the chaos on the bridge and the Molotov further heightens the tension and robs Jayce and Viktor of a moment where Viktor would have felt comfortable coming clean, asking for Jayce's help, or bringing him in on the experiment -> Sky dies as a result -> EVERYTHING that happens in Act 2 as a result of Viktor doing those Hexcore experiments alone.

Like that's just one example of how that one bridge scene argument is caught in an incredibly intricate web of human cause and effect, it's fucking genius.

But we see why Viktor didn't ask for help, even aside from that one conversation on the bridge. He generally doesn't ask for help, perhaps because of his disability and his pride, perhaps out of shame because he knows these experiments are extreme, perhaps out of fear because he doesn't want Jayce to know how close to death he really is and fear clouds your judgement, perhaps because it's a very human, self-defeating thing to do.

And as for not asking Jayce to dump Mel... how could he? He's dying. When he dies, Jayce is going to be alone in the world, how can he begrudge him a new partner? Even if he despises her existence in Jayce's life with every fiber of his being? Especially when she seems to represent that he and Jayce's paths in life have diverged, and maybe that's what's best for Jayce! He has a promising future elsewhere, even if Viktor hates it, he's dying and he doesn't have the right to ask Jayce to change, not unless he can cure himself. Not unless he can offer himself as a real alternative.

Which is what makes the Mel-inspired look for his robot in 2.08 so fucking bonkers. Like wow, Viktor did it! He cured his disease and transcended humanity and he's working on their dream like they always wanted and he's BACK and he's ready to FIGHT for Jayce's time and attention, while effectively cosplaying as a robot version of Mel, in the Council Chamber that stole so much of Jayce's attention as if he needed to do any of those things to get Jayce's attention other than just ask him for it directly using his words.

#jayvik #arcane #arcane meta #viktor arcane #viktor you absolutely useless gay engineer USE YOUR WORDS

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hd-erised · 6 months ago

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Thank you so very much to all our amazing writers, artists, pinch-hitters, readers, commenters, and reccers who once again made this fest such an amazing success!

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Art:

@elizah321 drew Brewed Awakenings for @jessixaluci [T]

@bicholsdrarrysideblog drew The Case of the Mysterious Baker for @sorrybutblog [G]

@discessio drew Ceilings. for @karamelised [M]

@threading-fate drew Us, again? for @nv-md [M]

@frm9pm drew Unemployed and On Guard for @makeitp1nk [T]

@legendrarry drew No One but Me for justlikewriting [M]

@faiell drew Stolen Glances for @dodgerkedavra [T]

@sharperthan drew Hauntingly Familiar for @moonflower-rose [T]

Fic + Art:

@fantalfart wrote & drew A Dragon to Call Mine for @annanother-thing [E, ~24,000]

Fic:

@agentmoppet wrote Where Starlight Falls for @citrusses [E, ~33,700]

The magic concealing Sirius’s Last Will and Testament doesn’t reveal the full extent of Harry’s inheritance until two years after the war. When it does, it turns out that Harry has inherited more than just the Black Family vault—he’s inherited the family’s magic, too. He just has to find it first. And he needs Draco Malfoy’s help to do it.

@sorrybutblog wrote Runaway Train for @lqtraintracks [E, ~18,100]

Harry was already keen to figure out what’s been causing a series of disturbances in the London Underground before Draco Malfoy showed up acting suspicious. Two explosions, several very confused Muggles, and a cloud of mysterious sticky powder later, Harry and Malfoy can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Can Harry shag his way to the answer to all of his questions? Seems unlikely, but what can a man do but try?

veradubhghoill wrote At Night All Birds Are Black for IzRoan [E, ~51,800]

Harry loves being an Auror—the long hours, adrenaline-fuelled chases, and even the paperwork. But when a haunting leads to his suspension, he’s forced to continue his investigation in secret. As he unravels the murder of a young girl, he turns to the one person he never expected he’d need: Draco Malfoy.

@oknowkiss wrote The Melting Point of Wax for @vukovich [M, ~10,500]

Harry Potter is many things: captain of the Chudley Cannons, the fun uncle, a good enough friend, comfortable in the life he’s built for himself. Comfortable, that is, until a risque broom advertisement and a rumor about a fellow athlete come together to send him spiralling into the world of high-stakes broom racing, high-flying turtles, and the chaos of falling in love.

justlikewriting wrote Body and Soul for @a-sentimental-man [M, ~22,200]

When the headaches became worse and it got more and more difficult for Draco to work, he was left with no other choice but to recognise his stupid problem exactly for what it was. Even if that meant realising that the best, or perhaps even only, solution could solely come from one person: the one person he hadn’t seen for months, the one person he was still in love with. The one person who should never know. Because, clearly, Harry would never be able to give Draco what he needed anyway.

@citrusses wrote The Pain From an Old Wound for @sharperthan [T, ~31,100]

Getting hit with a mysterious blood curse is all in a day’s work for Harry Potter. Having to work with his former colleague, rival, bully, and boyfriend, is not. Harry’s not sure which is going to do him in first: the curse sucking his magic dry, or Draco Malfoy, as frustrating, condescending, and painfully attractive as he’s always been.

@lqtraintracks wrote The Most Splendid Thing for @sleepstxtic [E, ~61,200]

Star Quidditch rivals Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter become accidentally bonded. They still hate each other, but now it’s untenable to leave each other’s sides—and my, but it feels oh so good to touch. They’re either going to murder one another, or fall in love. OR: A story in which Draco finally allows himself happiness, and Harry finally learns that he deserves to be whole.

xErised wrote Borealis Green for @faiell [E, ~47,200]

Draco left Harry on the night of their first kiss, when they were eighteen. Ten years later, Harry, now Deputy Lead of the Norwegian Aurors, barges back into Draco’s life at the Ministry, seeking his help—both personal and professional—for a case, to re-capture Rodolphus Lestrange and Augustus Rookwood. Turns out that Draco couldn’t really get over Harry, either.

IzRoan wrote Don’t Fear the Reaper for @thehoneybeet [E, ~36,900]

Harry anticipates it’s Luna or maybe Hermione at Grimmauld Place, here to rouse him out of purgatorial listlessness once again. Instead, Harry finds an opinionated crow, a scroll with his name on it, and one exhaustingly persistent Draco Malfoy, who insists that Harry is his latest soul to Reap. The only problem is…Harry’s still alive. Or so he thought. Quote: Learning how to live takes a whole life, and, which may surprise you more, it takes a whole life to learn how to die. - Seneca

@tessacrowley wrote Sub rosa for @hoko-onchi-writes [E, ~37,100]

After the tragic and unexpected death of his mother, Draco Malfoy’s quiet life as Potions Master, Head of Slytherin, and Hogwarts professor gets upended—first by the manifestation of mysterious and inexplicable magic, and then by the revelation of an inheritance deliberately hidden from him his entire life.

@thecouchsofa wrote Bare Moon Rising for xErised [E, ~15,500]

Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.” Oh no. “Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?” Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.

@jessixaluci wrote Fighting the Chill for @bicholsdrarrysideblog [M, ~25,400]

What should have been an average and dull day for Draco Malfoy, turned rather south when he’s attacked in the middle of Diagon Alley.

@garagepaperback wrote palindrome for @threading-fate [E, ~25,800]

“Why did you let me kiss you?” Potter smirks. “That’s not how I remember it. Why did you let me kiss you?” “I’m stuck in a time loop. You’re not going to remember, so,” Draco’s tongue drags, calcified around the words. “Why not.” Potter’s brows furrow but the smile stays intact. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

@amomorii wrote A Soft Place to Fall for @epitomereally [E, ~142,500]

When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares?

@starquestingfordrarry wrote All These Winding Threads for @amomorii [E, ~35,400]

The tides of Draco’s accidental magic pull him under and leave him gasping. There’s a hungry ache that sits deep in his bones, growing worse every day. Soon it’s all he’ll be, a starving skeleton clawing at its throat. He needs a solution. Unfortunately, that solution looks an awful lot like Harry Potter.

@annanother-thing wrote Second Chance Resort for @elizah321[E, ~42,800]

A holiday forced on him by his friends after the latest in a long string of failed relationships might be a chance for Harry to relax, but all that is thrown up in the air by the appearance of one newly divorced Draco Malfoy. Mainly because they had been together almost fifteen years ago before Draco broke it off to marry the woman his mother chose for him… Feat. a matchmaking hotel, a spa day, an all-knowing Weasley, and friends who do try their best, but can get a little distracted.

@jtimu wrote Seven-and-sixpence for @oknowkiss [E, ~35,700]

The entire plan of Harry’s life had been defeat evil, become an Auror, marry Ginny. Not necessarily in that order, but it seemed to be going that way, the first two managed and the third in easy limbo. He can be better, though. He can be more. Draco will see to it.

khalulu wrote Slip Slidin’ Your Way (In a Land of Fire and Ice) for @frm9pm [T, ~9,800]

How does a war-scarred young wizard recuperate and create a new identity? Harry opens himself to the magic of the land. Draco learns to wonder at the humblest of creatures. Years later, Magigeologist Evan Jameson and Malacologist Derek Black begin an enthusiastic correspondence. They’re in for a shock when they finally meet. Or: Science nerds go to Iceland and fall in love. Or: Why should kelp have all the fun?

@epitomereally wrote Pillar of Salt for @agentmoppet [E, ~62,200]

From the lake in the Room of Hidden Things, Draco knows three things: 1. Mirror universes exist, and he’s going to find the best one—the one where he did the right thing. 2. Harry Potter and him are awfully cosy in some of these other universes, whereas Potter in real life is starting to act very odd around him indeed. 3. Draco’s reflection—the mirror version of him, the worst version of him—seems to be growing crueler. And stronger.

@a-sentimental-man wrote Prescription for @fantalfart [G, ~2,600]

Draco couldn’t say he hated his job, not really. In fact, he loved it⁠—and wasn’t that something surprising, a Malfoy being a Healer, when most of them hadn’t worked a day in their lives?—and most of all, he loved knowing that he was helping people heal, above anything else. (And if there was a part of him that craved the normalcy of something that helped instead of what he had been taught to do his entire life? Well. That was between himself and his journal when he remembered to write in it.) (And maybe there was another reason too.)

@traylalascrisis wrote Old love don’t rust for @drarrydoodles [E, ~20,600]

“Why do you keep coming?” Malfoy asked at last. Harry mulled over the question. For a moment he debated trying to turn the tables and asking Malfoy the very same thing. But this time he didn’t want to hold back. “Because I can’t stop,” Harry said.

@karamelised wrote Equipoise for khalulu [T, ~88,200]

Ten years of peace have settled over the wizarding world, leaving Harry Potter feeling strangely adrift. Teaching Defense at Hogwarts is fine and all, but when mysterious magical blackouts start sweeping across the country, he can’t help but jump at the chance to investigate. It would be the perfect outlet for his restless energy - if he didn’t suddenly find himself tangled up in an elaborate charade, pretending to date the Prophet’s most illustrious journalist, Draco Malfoy. Between hunting down the cause of the blackouts and maintaining their ruse, Harry’s beginning to think that peacetime might actually be trickier - and far more surprising - than he’d bargained for.

@vukovich wrote Victory Lap for @traylalascrisis [E, ~4,700]

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to eat first.” For emphasis, he pinches the skin at my waist. I want to cover myself in him. I want to roll in him like a dog. I want to devolve on top of him. And he wants me to sit nicely and use a knife and fork first?

@maraudersaffair wrote My Mate for veradubhghoill [E, ~26,300]

Harry is a new Alpha and Draco is his Omega Healer. Draco wants to help Harry but Draco struggles to control himself whenever he is around. And Harry wants to breed Draco. Desperately so. Things come to a head when Draco and Harry become trapped with one another. Draco doesn’t have his suppressant and it sends them both into heat. While they wait for help, will Draco be able to avoid being claimed by Harry? Does he even want to avoid it? Harry is gorgeous and strong, and Draco would love to have him as a mate. He just can’t fathom a world where Harry Potter willingly chooses him.

@smehur wrote Just a little liquid luck for @shiftylinguini [E, ~5,400]

Tracking the movement of Potter’s eyes, Draco runs a greasy finger over the thickest of his scars. “You like them, don’t you? Pervert.” Potter tosses his head back, jostling the mass of his curly fringe from his forehead. “I bet you were into scars long before you had any of your own, Malfoy.” Yes, Draco wants to say. I want to lick yours. What he says instead is, “Fuck you.” “Fuck you,” Potter echoes, putting the same pregnant emphasis on the F. Draco bites his lower lip, wrestling down the rise of euphoria. “Your turn,” he says. “Take that off.”

@sleepstxtic wrote As Luck Would Have It for @smehur [E, ~12,800]

In Sixth-Year, Harry and Draco both win a vial of Felix Felicis from Slughorn and, under its influence, have sex in the Room of Requirement. In the aftermath, can Draco and Harry navigate their respective roles in the war, while grappling with their burgeoning feelings for each other?

@hoko-onchi-writes wrote In a Year’s Turning for @maraudersaffair [E, ~89,400]

It’s been nine years. Surely, Harry can handle Draco being back—for Teddy’s sake.

@shiftylinguini wrote Storm’s Eye for @jtimu [M, ~12,400]

Harry’s surprised that Draco didn’t have wards up preventing mortally wounded former school mates-turned-ghosted work fellows from bursting into his house. In Harry’s addled mind, this seems like a great opening line to say to Draco’s gobsmacked face. He doesn’t get that far, though.

Or: Harry gets hurt, Draco is a vanishing alchemist who may or may not be able to save the day, but under no circumstances are either of them willing to talk about Their Feelings. Well. Maybe "mortal peril" circumstances will do it, actually.

@thehoneybeet wrote housewarming for @garagepaperback [E, ~6,000]

First, they had to decide where to live. It worked, until it didn’t.

@dodgerkedavra wrote Go Up to Gilead for @tessacrowley [E, ~106,700]

Harry Potter’s sense of purpose drops dead with Voldemort. So does Draco Malfoy’s freedom. Nine years later, Harry’s still a soldier. Draco’s still a sacrifice. Harry’s going to die in his Auror uniform, and Draco doesn’t deserve to live. But when the clock runs out on Draco’s sentence, a new one starts ticking. As it was, so it will be: they’ll survive together, or not at all.

@makeitp1nk wrote do you (one) better for @legendrarry [M, ~4,200]

Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter abruptly loses his Favourite Hogwarts Professor title to none other than Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. He swears it’s fine, really, but the feelings boiling within him say otherwise. Until Poppy Longbottom, Pansy and Neville’s hellion daughter, forces Hogwarts faculty and staff to engage in a very controversial Pureblood family tradition.

@doingthechachaslide wrote Of Stolen Glass and Burning Clover for @saintgarbanzo [E, ~27,800]

A week long international conference. A political scandal? A Malfoy beside the fruit tarts.

@saintgarbanzo wrote Baker’s Modern Wands for @starquestingfordrarry [E, ~43,600]

At Baker’s Modern Wands Lavender Brown is starting a revolution, Draco Malfoy is trying his best, and Harry Potter is really annoyed about it all.

@nv-md wrote Kiss Me, Fuck Me, Love Me for @doingthechachaslide [E, ~5,100]

Harry and Draco are running very late—they’ve got shirts to find, puppies to save, and champagne to buy. They’re also terribly, ridiculously, extraordinarily in love.

@moonflower-rose wrote Equally Cursed and Blessed for @thecouchsofa [E, ~18,200]

Harry’s back at Hogwarts to attempt his final year, again. This time he’s sure there’ll be no shenanigans. Well. Maybe there’ll be a few.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry art #drarry fest #masterlist #hd erised 2024

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bonelyheartsclub · 4 months ago

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♡ Papyrus - Valentine's One-Shot ♡

Written by @/duskyskye

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A cloudy, blustery day right in the middle of one of the coldest months of the year. A thick blanket of grey clouds covered the sky, and the ground was equally covered in a layer of thick, white snow. Were you not dressed properly for the occasion, you think that you would be downright gloomy sitting outside.

Luckily for you, you had just the right skeleton with you to eliminate said doom and gloom.

Papyrus was ecstatic to see the wintery weather outside and had invited you on an outing especially for the occasion. You had of course agreed, as you were happy to keep him company. You’d come to learn on the brief drive that Papyrus was especially fond of the colder seasons, namely winter, even if some of his cousins were more averse to it. From what he told you, he and Sans specifically used to live in a colder place in the Underground, so maybe that was part of why.

“Well, this is where we stop!” Papyrus parked the car near a small field, one that looked to be fairly clear of people and just as frosty as anywhere else you had been. Papyrus stepped out of the car, careful of the icy pavement. In what you assumed was an attempt to impress you, he leapt onto the hood of his car and slid across to the other side, striking a pose that you could only describe as, “an attempt.” He quickly regained his bearings before strutting to the other side of the car to help you onto your feet. Once you found your footing, he took your hand in his and led you out into the field.

“So, you got any plans for us while we’re out here, Papy?” You eyed the field, nothing but snow and trees in sight.

“None whatsoever!” He happily declared, taking confident strides out into the open. “Though that’s what makes the snow so fun! Endless opportunities in what you can make, and what you can innovate! Observe!”

Papyrus proceeded to spread his arms into a T-pose and fell straight back and into the snow. You stared wide-eyed as he landed, unflinching, to the ground below, the smile never leaving his face. After a moment, he carefully lifted himself back to his feet, making a point to keep his feet spread in the position he fell in.

“Behold! I have successfully created a ‘Snow Papyrus!’ As you can see, I have utilized the force of my body to craft an image in my likeness! Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘but, Papyrus! How would I be able to tell this is the very cool skeleton I think it is, and not another skeleton of similar likeness?’ I have a solution for that!”

Papyrus then proceeded to walk over to the head and poked two holes and a toothy smile into the impression with his finger.

“Ta-da! A complete Snow Papyrus!” Papyrus proclaimed, standing back up with confidence. You laughed, clapping at his antics. He bowed, his smile wide.

“Excellent work, Papyrus! I thought you were more of a snowman sculptor though?”

“Yes, well, I am! Though from what I understand, humans can only spend so much time in the cold before they must defrost, and I do not wish for you to freeze. Sculpting may take hours, and given I love you more than anything, I wish to accommodate the idea of you NOT turning into a popsicle.”

“Fair enough.” You giggled. “Still, I think we could probably make a traditional human-style snowman with all of this. Have you ever made one before?”

“I cannot say that I have! Most of my work has been of…well, myself!”

“Well, it’s easy enough. Here, I’ll show you!”

You took a small amount of snow in your hands and packed it into a small sphere.

“All you have to do is take a ball of snow and roll it around until it forms an even larger ball. Repeat that 2 more times, creating smaller balls each time, and stack them. Then boom! A snowman!” As you described in the process, you built a mini snowman on the ground. Once you were finished, Papyrus nodded, humming in understanding.

“Ah, yes, these snowmen! I knew of a monster who looked just like that! I believe the human Frisk still has a piece of him stored in their freezer…” You gave him a look, and at that point he realized how weird that must have sounded, as he quickly shook his head. “Um…regardless, let’s get to building!”

Papyrus proceeded to craft a snowball and sprinted, rolling up the snow as he went. It only took him a minute before he’d made a base that went up to your knees. Meanwhile you’d barely gotten started on the middle portion. Man, he could work fast when he was excited!

“How did that not fall apart in your hands?” You asked as he began on his second ball.

“I am quite skilled at handling snow, you know! Making a snowball is mere child’s play! Nyeheheh!” Papyrus was off to make the second ball, returning just as you finished the head. He planted the torso, securing it firmly on the base as you raised the head and plopped it on right after.

Your little snowman was a cute little thing, but a bit bare with just the snow.

“Hey Papyrus, could you grab some sticks from the trees over there? I want to give this little guy a couple more accessories.”

“Of course! I’m happy to oblige!”

Papyrus ran off to the wooded area of the field while you pondered the state of your snowy creation. Careful not to tip the head off, you poked two little holes into his head and drew a smile, much like Papyrus had done with his Snow Papyrus earlier. It still felt a bit lifeless. You remedied that by unwinding your scarf from around your neck. A splash of color seemed to be just what he needed.

Soon enough, Papyrus returned to your side, a small bundle of sticks in his hand. He observed the small changes you made, his grin hesitant.

“Well, I see you are quite the artist! Though won’t you be cold without your scarf?”

“I’ll be fine! Now, come on, let’s finish him up!” You gleefully nabbed two decent-sized sticks from Papyrus’ stack and stuck them into the snowman. Finally, your work was complete! You stood back to admire your work, when you were suddenly draped in a flowing red material.

“Papyrus?” You asked, feeling for whatever passed in front of your face. You reached around, only to find that Papyrus was swiftly wrapping his own scarf around your neck.

“I’m not letting you freeze under my watch! Even if you generously donated your scarf to another, your neck shall not go cold as long as I am here!” Papyrus grinned, clearly very proud of himself. You giggled, pulling the garment closer around your neck. You didn’t know what made you think of it, but it smelled faintly like the moon.

“Now!” Papyrus declared, “There is one last activity that I believe would be quite enjoyable while we are here!” Papyrus gave you a wide grin, sprinting to the car. In the blink of an eye, he was back, a bag slung over his shoulders. It astounded you just how many trips back and forth he could manage to make.

Just as quickly, he took you by the hand and led you past a line of trees. A few minutes of walking led you to another clearing, this one slightly different from the first.

The main difference being the small hill that divided it into two, and a small hill of snow dividing the two. Papyrus gave you a wide grin, kicking up into the air and landing gently on the top of the hill. With a flick of his wrist, the bag flew away, revealing what was inside.

It turns out that he had brought a sled!

Papyrus stepped onto the sled, placing himself delicately before gliding down the hill like a surfer riding a wave. He slid to your side, taking a bow as he stepped back into the snow.

“No good winter day is complete without taking a ride on a sled, don’t you think? It’s like cruising in a mini vehicle, but only one way and with a significant chance of face planting into a pile of snow!” Papyrus smiled, placing the sled into your hands. “I take it that you would like a turn of your own?”

“Oh absolutely!” You cheered, gripping it tight. You quickly sprinted to the top of the hill, sitting down squarely before pushing yourself off the ledge. The snow kicked up around you as you yelped in glee, landing at the bottom. Papyrus cheered as you arrived at your destination.

“Excellent form, snickerdoodle!” Papyrus applauded, helping you up and off the sled.

“Thank you, Papyrus, I try my best.” You giggled, giving him his sled back.

The two of you took turns going down the hill, with you just for the fun of it and with Papyrus trying to perform as many tricks as he could possibly do. Handstands, superman, one-legged, the works. You managed to snap a few photos for posterity. Though the ones you managed to get of him landing face-first would be stored in a folder that he’d never have to see.

A few rounds of sledding eventually wore you out, with the climb up the hill getting to be a bit much for your legs. Papyrus seemed to detect the wear on your body, as eventually he dropped the board and took a knee, taking your hand in his.

“Are you all right, sweetie? You seem out of it.”

“Yeah,” you replied, “I think my body is just telling me I’m ready to head home.” Papyrus nodded, planting a boney kiss on the back of your hand.

“Very well. Thank you for spending all of today with me. Would you like to cruise down the hill one more time before we depart?”

“Sure, Papy.” He grinned wide before hoisting you up in a bridal carry and taking you up the cliff. He gently planted you down on the ground before climbing back down to retrieve the sled. In a snap, he was at your side, setting the sled on the ground. He reached out a hand.

“May I have this ride, sweetie?” He asked, the grin wide on his face.

“Gladly.”

Papyrus helped you up, settling you near the front of the sled. He took his place behind you, wrapping one arm around you as the other rested on the ground behind him.

“Three…two…one!”

The two of you counted down together before Papyrus shoved off, the two of you laughing as you slid down the hill. Papyrus gave you a tight hug as you landed, pressing a kiss into the back of your head.

“Thank you for such a lovely snow day.” You leaned back into the hug, leaning back to rest your head against his shoulder. Papyrus snuggled you even closer, uttering a little “Nyeheheh” in his delight.

“Any time, my sweet snickerdoodle! I’m glad that I was able to spend this time with you. Though we go and I let you return to a not-so-frozen inside of my car, I do have one small question.”

“What’s up?” You asked, glancing up to meet his sockets. He gulped.

“I know that I cast my sled covering off into the woods for the sake of presentation and impressing you, but I did not happen to see where it landed. Did you?”

You shrugged your shoulders in response, chuckling a bit. Papyrus sighed, climbing off the sled with you in tow.

“Well, I suppose there is one more last thing to do before we go. Would you mind helping me look for it?” Papyrus laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Not at all, Papy.”

After all, this was such a fun snow day. What was the harm in it lasting just a bit longer?

#bhcmyvalentine25 #bhc #bonely hearts club

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year ago

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRT74Paw/ i feel like this is so aaron bf core i would love a drabble or fic about this <33 in desperate need of aaron fluff comfort rn

tranquility

i think we all need some aaron comfort right now 😣 cw; gn!reader, established relationship, fluff <3 the tik tok context is that one busy audio but then it turns to a peaceful quiet (y'all know the one)

you flinched slightly as the door shut behind you, the sharp sound disrupting your clouded brain.

you couldn't stop thinking; your mind wouldn't stop racing. all day, you were unable to shake the uneasy, frantic mindset. nothing was particularly wrong, but it was just one of those days where you couldn't tone it down, or shut it off, despite how hard you tried. attempt after attempt was made in terms of a distraction, none of which were successful.

it wasn't shocking, you knew there was only one solution; only one way to ease your thoughts and feel like you again.

aaron.

he had been working late recently, but at the reason being so, he planned accordingly to be home at an early, reasonable hour. even if that meant completing his caseload and paperwork for the day at home.

luckily the intention was made for today - he was already in his home office upon your arrival. you walked in silently, a deep contrast from the hurriedness of your brain.

"hey." aaron's head perked up, a smile on his face as he saw you approaching. he was still in his suit - apart from the tie and suit jacket, sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone - but a slight frown soon developed instead: not only observant of your state, but also due to the absence of your usual grin whenever you laid eyes on him.

you were on autopilot, determined on one thing and one thing only; as you neared, he rolled back his desk chair, allowing both the room and the invitation for you to come close.

you didn't hesitate, straddling his thighs and settling yourself onto his lap.

the armrest of the chair dug into your leg, and the overall obstacle of the chair made your position somewhat uncomfortable. but you pushed that aside; your chest to his, your face pressed into and nosing against his neck, your arms wrapping around his middle as much as they could with his back to his seat.

and the change was immediate. the second your body made contact with his, did it instantly relax. your breathing wasn't as stressed, the constant tension in the middle of your torso dissolved, but most importantly, those loud thoughts circling in your head eased, as if they hadn't existed in the first place. you entered an almost meditative state, finding peace and solitude at long last.

even aaron could sense the change, feeling your body mold against his own; one of his hands sprawled across your lower back while the other began to trace random designs, holding you as close as he possibly could.

"you okay?" he mumbled gently after a few minutes. his lips were at your ear, allowing you to focus on nothing but his soothing voice.

you exhaled deeply, aaron pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"i am now."

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lyjen · 1 year ago

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Just a minute

Summary: Evan and (Y/n) are due to get married, but when an accident happens on scene during a thunderstorm, the lives of the two are completely flipped upside down.

A request by: @shauna-carsley

9-1-1 Masterlist

Taglist: ( @oliviah-25 @shauna-carsley

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“I still can’t believe you’re actually getting married, Buck” Hen said as she bumped her shoulder against Evan’s who was sitting next to her. “Yeah who would’ve thought that..” Evan mumbled as he gave Hen a small smile as he looked down at his hands.

Their big day was coming closer with every second, minute and hour. They will get married next week. They weren’t the kind of people to throw a massive wedding, they would just invite their loved ones and some friends, and have an intimate wedding.

“Well I certainly didn’t expect it to happen for at least what, ten more years?” Chimney sounded through the headset while the truck hit another puthole on their way towards the location of their call.

Laughs sounded through the headphones as Evan was still with his head on cloud nine, even though he popped the question months ago. He still couldn’t believe he was engaged with the girl he loved desperately for these past years. They went through hell and back, from Evan getting crushed by a firetruck, to being targeted on duty by a sniper.

(Y/n) was sitting on Evan’s right side, and noticed his absent look. She placed her hand down onto his right hand, which was resting on his right thigh. When her skin touched his, he looked up and glanced at (y/n).

“Well, believe it because the proof is right here” (Y/n) said as she pulled the collar of her navy blue LAFD t-shirt forward and showed her engagement ring between her thumb and index finger of her right hand.

Her engagement ring was hanging on a small chain so she could wear it as a necklace.That was the solution if she was working, she couldn’t wear her ring around her finger if she was on shift. But she was determined to wear it, even if she was on duty. Tucked underneath her shirt so it wouldn’t get in her way as she would perform her tasks.

The truck pulled to a stop as (Y/n) placed her necklace safe and sound underneath the fabric of her shirt. She yanked off her headphones as grabbed her helmet off the floor and placed it underneath her arm, so she could easily jump out of the rig after everyone else.

She placed her helmet onto her head as soon as her feet met the wet ground.

It had been raining all day long. You’d think after a whole day with only rain, the clouds wouldn’t have any water left to send down to the ground.

But no, here they were.. in the middle of the night, getting called out to a warehouse fire, not exactly the kind of night she was hoping for, not when you haven’t slept at all in twenty four hours.

Hatches of compartments were pulled open, as she followed her captain. “Okay, Miller, Stafford, Mckenzie! Start evacuating the building!” Bobby ordered one half of his team. The three were preparing to collect everything they needed out of the truck. Such as oxygen tanks and halligans were getting snatched out of the compartment.

“Buck, Eddie and (Y/n) you are on ladder duty” he said as he pointed at the other three persons walking right beside and behind him. “(Y/n) I want you to raise the aerial, Buck and Eddie get up to that window and hit it. Let’s go!” Bobby called out as he clapped his hands together.

(Y/n) fastened towards the compartment where they stored the metal plates that go underneath the two arms on the side of the truck. She quickly grabbed two metal plates out and handed them over to Evan, as she grasped the two other metal plates and placed them on the right spot on the asphalt.

While Eddie gathered whatever Evan and Eddie needed for going up that ladder. (Y/n) and Evan expanded the side arms of the ladder truck.

As soon as she grabbed the metal side of the small ladder on the side of the truck to get on top of it and raise the aerial.

She flinched at the feeling of a hand pushed down onto her lower back. She was so focussed, she didn’t realize her fiancé - and soon to be husband - was behind her.

“I’ve got to harness up” he said as his hand remained on her lower back. His wet curls were flattened by his helmet and sticking to the skin of his face.

He softly patted his hand against her lower back, “See you in a minute” he said as he tried to make himself intelligible over the pouring rain. She sent him a small smile, which made him smile as he retrieved his hand and turned away from her.

She watched Evan walk away for a second, as she looked down to the ground. Still smiling. Making her realize that she has found the love of her life and she was really going to marry him.

This has been the happiest and blessed she has felt in years. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

A small and soft laugh left her lips, as she placed her hands onto the soaking wet metal pipe and pulled herself step by step up the ladder on the side of the truck.

When she reached the top of the fire truck, she directly turned to the left where the control panel of the aerial was placed. Her hand found the lever to raise the aerial while the other hand found the lever to extend the ladder.

A slight color change in the skies above her caught her attention as her hands were still pushing the levers.

It was like the sound of the rain was being muted and some kind of soft static sound filled her ears. She turned her face towards the still pouring clouds above her.

“What the hell…” she stumbled as she saw the bright blue colors through the dark night sky and dark clouds. She stopped pushing the levers as she took a step back.

Her stomach turned. This wasn’t good. It felt like some kind of demon could enter their would any second. But demons did not exist in this universe.

The sound was growing louder and louder, basically screaming into her ears.

Within a blink of an eye she felt a roaring pain through her body and her body tumbled backwards. Down to the ground.

The electricity entered her body through the hands, making its way up to her shoulders and made its way down her torso, down to her legs.

She wanted to scream, cry, do anything to make some sort of sound as a call for help. Even if it was just a little yelp, what would’ve given her hope. But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t make a sound. It was almost like her lips were sealed, stitched together, glued together with super glue.

Evan was just securing the red webbing around his waist, but the dreadful noise of the thunder and lightning made him stop his movements.

Evan jumped back and ducked as he heard a loud thunder sound roaring through the air.

“What the-“ he cursed as the truck he was standing next to started to smoke and move back and forth like it was possessed.

His eyes were locked on the firetruck. This never happened before. The rain did of course, but lightning that struck so close to him and his team didn't. Evan’s eyes grew wide as he realized who was standing on top of the truck before it got struck.

Adrenaline entered his veins as his heart started to beat faster and faster, pumping blood through his veins along with the adrenaline. His eyes searched for his fiance, standing on top of that truck. But it was hard to see with the rain drops dripping into his face. “(Y/n)” he stumbled, as the thought of her being in danger or being hurt entered his thoughts.

“(Y/n)!” he called out louder as his eyes couldn’t find his girlfriend on top of the truck. His legs were moving faster than his mind, which made him almost trip over his own body. Almost falling to the ground, Evan used one hand to push himself back up as he quickly made his way to the otherside of the truck where the small ladder was, to get on top of the roof of the truck.

When he rounded that corner, he saw her lifeless body lying on the ground. Arms spread wide across the asphalt, eyes closed and her helmet a few feet further than where it’s supposed to be.

Her name fell multiple times off his lips as he screamed like he was being tortured. He may be not being tortured physically, but mentally this was a whole other story. He dropped onto his knees next to her body as he cried out her name.

“(Y/n) can you hear me?” he tried to say through his sobs as his loud voice became softer with every sentence he spoke as he saw the raindrops falling from the sky onto her skin. “Please” he cried, he wanted to hold her in his arms, but he was scared.

“Coming through!” Chimney’s voice said, he kneeled down on the other side of (Y/n) and placed down the medic bag he was carrying with the strap over his shoulder.

Evan felt how a shadow of Chimney’s partner was in the corner of his eyes. But Evan refused to leave. He wasn’t going to leave (Y/n)’s side, not voluntarily.

Evan placed his index and middle finger against her neck to see if he could feel a pulse. But before he could sense a pulse, he felt two hands landing on both his shoulders.

“Buck, let Chim and Hen do their jobs” Bobby’s voice said. “No” he said, determined to stay, while the tears were welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t leave her, he wanted to do everything in his power to help her. But he wasn’t a paramedic.

Hen placed her hand on Evan’s upper arm. “Hey.. it’s okay.” she reassured him. “We got her” she continued as she locked her eyes with his. Evan’s eyes softened as Hen’s hand gently rubbed up and down over his upper arm and she gave him a small nod.

Evan glanced once more at his fiancé, as he squeezed his eyes closed to make some kind of quick wish, and moved out of Hen’s way to make room for her. His legs straightened as he felt two hands grabbing his shoulders and pulling him close.

He didn’t know who pulled him close, probably Bobby but that didn’t matter right now. His eyes remained on his girlfriend, his heart was beating so quick it almost felt like it could break through his chest and pop out of his body.

Evan let his fingers intertwine with his hair. He had so many emotions going through his body now, and didn’t know how to deal with it. He was sure he was about to pull some strands of hair out of his skull while he watched Hen and Chimney work.

Her eyes slowly opened as the ammonia from the little bag Hen had put right under her nose, entered her nose and triggered her brain to wake up. A groan left her lips as she turned her head and squeezed her eyes closed.

“(Y/n)? Are you in any pain?” Hen asked as she hovered over her, trying to get her attention. “Everything-” she said as a groan took over her sentence. “hurts” she cried as she opened her eyes again. “(Y/n), can you try to wiggle your toes for me?” Chimney asked as he focussed onto her feet.

With every small piece of energy she had left, she tried to wiggle her toes as she tried to catch Chimney’s reaction. She saw his eyes turn to Hen as he gave her a worried look. “It’s bad isn’t it?” (Y/n) said as she looked up into the dark night sky which still poured the rain into her face. “Hey, let’s not lose hope okay?” Hen tried to reassure her. But how could you not lose hope when there was as possible spinal injury?

“Pushing morphine” Chimney said as he already installed the IV in an artery in her hand. “Get a backboard and a gurney over here!” Hen yelled over to some of the other 118 team members, no one in particular.

“Evan?” she cried out, she knew he was there. How couldn’t he be? “Yes? I’m here baby” Evan said as he pulled himself free from the still resting hands onto his shoulder to keep him under control. Evan fastened towards (Y/n) as he let himself fall down onto his knees again as he took place above her head, still giving Hen and Chim the space they needed.

“I’m here” he repeated softly as he placed his hand down onto her collarbone and rubbed reassuringly his thumb up and down over her turnout jacket. “I’m sorry” she cried out the second she looked him in the eye.

“For what?” he asked her while a confused look was written all over his face. “Ruining our wedding” she sobbed. Evan sighed in awe, how could she be thinking of her wedding when the number one priority right now was herself?

Just a minute.. that was all that it took for the weather to turn and throw her in some kind of bad film or her worst nightmare.

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“That went well, right?” Evan said as he closed the door of the car and locked it with the car keys. (Y/n) didn’t answer him and took the break of her wheelchair off and rolled herself over the threshold of their home. Evan just watched her rolling away from him as he slowly followed behind her.

They had just come home from one of the appointments of physiotherapy (Y/n) has twice a week. To treat her injuries, and train her muscles, but most importantly: to attempt to walk again.

The lightning strike had electrocuted her entire body, and touched her nervous system. While the fall off the top of the truck had damaged her spine. She could move her upper body, but from her waist down to the legs she was suffering from paralysis.

He went with her to almost all her appointments, if he could and wasn’t on shift. He wanted to be the shoulder to lean on or to cry on if she had to. He wanted to be a part of this journey, even if this was going to be hell on earth.

“Hey you okay?” Evan asks when he steps inside the house and closes the front door behind him. His eyes fell onto his fiance who was taking off her special gloves, which she got to protect her wounds and blisters, but also to give her more grip to push the wheels herself. Having everyone pushing you everywhere wasn’t going to make her happy.

She stayed silent as she put the gloves onto her lap, with her back still turned towards him. She didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Not after the news she received.

Evan didn’t like the silent treatment, he never did. She only did this when they were fighting, or when she was upset. (Y/n) looked at the healing wounds on the palm of both her hands, as she softly let her fingers glide over the palm of her right hand, tracing the electrocution wound.

A sigh left his lips as he slowly came closer to his girlfriend. He stood in front of her as he kneeled down so he was on the same level as her. “What’s wrong?” He softly asked, his voice sounded almost broken.

Her eyes remained onto her wounds, as she emotionless kept tracing the same wound over and over again. He could sense that with every touch over those wounds, the spark in her eyes became less and less. As if she was losing herself.

Evan tries to make eye contact with her as he places his right and left hand onto her knee, folding both his hands over one another. “Please…” he sighed, knowing damn well what was going on. “Talk to me?” he begged her.

Her eyes kept being locked onto her hands. “What if.. all of the effort I put in to be able to walk again, won’t work..” she spoke silently, with a broken voice. Evan let out another soft sigh as he let both his hands wander and placed them carefully on both her thighs.

“All this work, and there still aren’t any results..” she said as he could hear her voice break, she was on the verge of breaking down. Evan went silent for a bit as the words she spoke broke little pieces off his heart. He wanted to react to it so badly, he wanted to tell her it was all going to be okay. But he didn’t want to give her false hope either.

“You just have to be patient.. and give it time, your ability to walk will come back. Im sure of it.” Evan tries to motivate her as he still keeps on trying to make her look at him, by using only his eyes. (Y/n) scoffed at Evan’s motivational speech. “Well, you may be the only one who thinks it will return.” she mumbled as she tried to look away from Evan.

Evan’s eyes narrowed at her reaction. “Okay, did something happen today? During your appointment?” he asks as he still tries to get her to look at him. Evan went with her, but wasn’t allowed to actually be in the room during the appointment. So he went and read some awful magazines -which probably didn’t get renewed much- they had in the waiting area.

“(Y/n).. look at me.” he said one more time. It took her a second, but then she found the courage to look her soon to be husband in the eyes. “And don’t even think about lying to me” he continued in a strict tone, as if he was talking to a child.

(Y/n) swallowed as she mentally prepared herself to tell Evan what happened. “We ran some tests. And he told me he wasn’t happy with the results.” her voice was trembling as if she was nervous to tell him the truth. ”He said he was doubting if I could walk ever again or hell even go back to work.” a tear slipped over her cheek as she quickly wiped it away with the side of her hand. She didn’t want to cry over it, but it was devastating news. How could she not cry over it?

“Oh baby…” the words fell off his lips like a whisper. He wanted to encourage her, but right now she needed to vent so it was best to just give her a shoulder to cry on. His thumbs gently rubbed up and down her thigh. “And.. I’m starting to think that he’s right.” she said as a voice crack took over her sound. “Maybe I’ll be stuck in this wheelchair forever, and we’ll never be able to do our first dance. Not the way I dreamed of all these years.” she cried as tears were running down her face.

Before Evan could think of what he was doing, he pulled her closer and locked his arms around her back. (Y/n) put her arms around his neck as she desperately sobbed with her face buried into his neck. She cried until there weren’t any tears left to cry. Evan could feel the fabric of his shirt sticking to his shoulder as a wet spot was created by her tears. “I’ll never be a firefighter ever again” she sobbed.

As soon as Evan heard her say that, he broke free from the state he has been in for the last few minutes, just letting his girlfriend cry onto his shoulder. His right hand wandered from her back towards her shoulder as he placed his left hand onto her cheek. “No.. You can’t think like that!” Evan said as he let his thumb cleared the wet strokes of tears from her cheek.

“I can’t do this..” she cried as she closed her eyes and shook her head. “But I’m tired Buck, it’s like i'm running towards the light at the end of a tunnel, but whenever I take a step, the light moves with it. It goes further away. ” she continued as she tried to help Evan imagine what it felt like, being stuck to that chair. (Y/n) placed her hand around Evan’s wrist of the hand that was connected to her cheek.

“Hey..I know it’s hard but we have to stay positive” Evan said. “Being a firefighter is my life! But I can’t do that while I’m stuck in this wheelchair! I want to do our first dance at our wedding, but not like this Buck!” she started to speak up louder. “And I know that, but that's why I said we have to stay pos-” Evan couldn’t even finish his sentence as he felt his hand being pulled down by hers, which was resting around his wrist. “Ugh! Would you stop saying that!” her loud voice echoed through the space of their home. She held her hands up as some kind of stop sign for Evan. ”You’re not the one who’s stuck to this wheelchair twenty four seven!” she said loud and clear as she tried to keep Evan on a distance from her.

She rolled herself backwards as she turned away from him. Arguing and being mad at him was easier if she wasn’t looking at him. “You are not the one who needs to constantly ask for help or the one who has been electrocuted or fell off a ladder truck!” she said, trying to calm herself down.

A silence filled the room as Evan got off his knees and stood up straight again. He has been where she is now. He knows for a part how much it sucks to not be able to do what you love the most, and being stuck at home. But she was right, he didn’t know what it felt like to be stuck to that chair, or not being able to walk no matter how hard you try and how much you want it.

Evan swallow was audible through the house, that’s how silent it was in the house. You could even hear a pin drop. “No, you’re right. I’m not that person..” he sighed as he leaned with his hands down onto the kitchen island in their house. ”But I am the one who almost lost my fiance when she was in the OR” he said as he looked her way, trying to get her attention.

He could see her head tilting to the side a little bit. She was still listening, even though she wasn’t looking. “You coded on the table.” he said as she could hear his voice practically breaking. A silence filled the room. “I was in that waiting room for hours, you were in the OR for hours. And when I saw that face of your doctor when he came through the doors, I almost thought I lost you.. again.” (Y/n) could only sense by the tone of his voice that he was struggling.

“And I didn’t tell you that, because I didn’t want to upset you. But I wanted you to have hope, because if you survived that.. I’m sure you can survive this too.” Evan tried to explain as he pushed his body from the kitchen counter.

Another silence.

Evan was ready to stop this conversation, to just.. walk away from it. But he didn’t have the heart to do it. He was sorry for her, that she has to go through all of this. Sorry for mother nature choosing the ladder truck as its target, with (Y/n) on top of it. It was just bad luck.

He could hear her breathing and hear her arms move, followed by a click of (y/n) taking the brakes off her wheels. (Y/n) turned the wheelchair so she was facing her fiance again. “You should’ve stopped me before I went up that ladder” she said, blood cold as she looked him in the eye.

Did she really still blame him for something he didn’t do? He understood she was angry, with herself, mother nature, physics, and Evan. A scoff left his lips as he let his hand run through his short curls.

He was thinking of what he should say next. He had so many words to say, and yet.. there weren’t any words popping up in his head. So he decided to go with the words he had already written.

A soft sigh left his mouth as he dropped his arm next to his body. “You want to know one thing that was written in my vows?” he asked carefully as he felt the tears trying to push their way out of the tear ducts.

(Y/n) looked him in the eye, an expression filled with confusion. She just blamed him for everything and he wants to talk about the wedding? About his vows?

“That no matter how hard life would get, I’d still be here.“ he said as his eyes connected once more with his, something that didn’t happen a lot during this conversation. Evan slowly moved forward, towards (Y/n). ”Whether you like it or not, I’ll be here in the good times and the bad ones.” he continued as he reached her wheelchair, and kneeled down in front of it.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached her level and took a breath. “You can try to push me away. But I’m not going anywhere. Because that’s what you do for someone you love so desperately.”

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(Y/n) felt the sunshine kissing her skin as she leaned with her head against the window of Evan’s Jeep while she was sitting in the passenger's seat.

“Where are we going again?” (Y/n) asked with an annoyed tone as she glanced at her fiance. Evan could feel her eyes burning into his skin, his eyes remained on the road as he quickly glanced at her in the corner of his eye. He just smirked, as a reaction and continued his focus on the road.

She rolled her eyes as she let her head fall against the window again, just to see the sidewalks and buildings around her flash by. She hated surprises, and not knowing what was planned. Evan didn’t ask her to come with him, he commanded it.

“Hey I’m back! How was your doctor's appointment?” Evan said loudly as he closed the front door behind him. He shrugs off his jacket as he places his jacket onto the backrest of one of the chairs, which were placed by the dining table. When he doesn’t receive an answer, he calls out her name again. “(Y/n)?” he repeated as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

No answer, again.

Once more, he called out her name and slowly entered the living room. She couldn’t have left the house, right? That was something she hated to do these past few months, especially now because of the wheelchair. When his eyes fell onto the wheelchair being parked next to the couch, his eyes wandered back to the couch which was in use by his girlfriend.

She looked like a corpse, lying completely silent.

Step by step Evan came closer to the back of the couch, his eyes burning into her back as he was trying to see if she was asleep or just staring into the deepness of their home.

“(Y/n)?” His soft voice called out her name, trying to see if she would react to him. The only sound running through his eardrums were her breathing sounds.

Evan reached the back of the sofa as he stood on his toes, trying to get a look of her eyes. Only to realize that they were wide open. She was zoned out. Her arms crossed over one another, looking like she was hugging or comforting herself.

“Baby?” his soft yet concerned voice sounded through the living room as he placed a hand down onto her arm. “Are you alright?” he continued. He knows she isn’t fine. She hasn’t been in weeks. Since she lashed out at him, it’s like some kind of switch has been flicked.

She hasn’t been to any of her physiotherapy sessions as she did before. Normally, she would’ve had appointments twice in the week. On Tuesday and Thursday. But at some point, she just stopped going. She wouldn’t answer the calls and texts of her friends and colleagues, and people were getting concerned. Buck was getting concerned.

It was like she was falling into a well and he was trying to keep her up with his strength, but he wasn’t strong enough. He never let go of her, but she did let go of him. Instead of holding on and locking her hands onto his wrists, she just suddenly let go. As if she was sick and tired, and was fine with everything.

Evan walked around the couch, gently placed her legs closer to the back of the couch and sat down on the sofa. “What’s going on (Y/n)?” he asked as he placed his hand onto the side of her thigh.

He waited patiently for an answer. “Have you ever thought about how life would’ve been if we did get married months ago?” she sighed. Part of him wanted to smile, he could already imagine seeing her walking down the aisle, reading their vows and saying their “I do’s”. “Everyday” he whispered as he slowly rubbed his hand over a small piece of her thigh.

“I just… wish my legs would start working with me instead of against me.” she said as she kept on looking into the deepness of their home. A sigh leaves his mouth, as an idea crosses his mind.

"Okay, that's it. Get up.” Evan says as he shoots up and points at her to get up. “What?” she says as she only moves her head to look up at her boyfriend. “Get up.” he commands her, but he gets nothing but an annoyed scoff back from her.

Evan places his hands on his hips as he waits for his fiancé to push herself up from the couch and move herself into her wheelchair. But she just goes back to the position she has been in for the last few minutes, maybe even hours.

A small okay fell from his lips as he placed his left arm on her lower back and his right arm under her knees, carrying her into her wheelchair. “Buck! No, no, no!” she groaned as she felt his arms underneath her body and before she knew it, she was being placed into her wheelchair and he was pushing her towards the front door.

“Where are we going?” she sighed annoyed, like a child that doesn’t get what she wants.

“We’re going for a ride.”

“Keep your eyes closed” Evan’s voice sounded through her ears as she was being pushed in her wheelchair. “Buck I really don’t-” she says as she gets cut off mid sentence. “Just wait for my sign” is the only thing Evan says as he keeps on pushing her wheelchair, maybe even going over a few thresholds. She could hear one of their favorite songs playing softly in the background.

“Okay and… open your eyes.” he says. (Y/n) uncovers her eyes and lets her eyes adjust to the lights that finally make their way into her eyes again. Evan smiles as he moves towards the middle of the space they were in.

They were in the ballroom where they were supposed to have their first dance in, filled with light strings, lighting up the room.

“Buck, what are we doing here?” she asks him, not amused.

He decides not to answer her question, at least not yet. He walks towards (Y/n) as he simply holds out his hand in front of her. “Take my hand” he softly says as his eyes connect with hers. “What?” she stumbles, unsure what to say.

Was he out of his mind? He was actually asking her to stand? After all these weeks of no sessions, and practice? “Am I speaking spanish? Take my hand.” he tells her again. He wanted her to try so bad. But he could see in her eyes that she was afraid. Afraid to fall.

She shook her head, “I…can’t” she says as she looks down to the ground. Evan squatted down so he could look her straight in the eyes. “Come on, I’ve seen you standing during the sessions. You can do this.” he tries to motivate her.

She shakes her head again as she starts looking around in the room they were in. There was no one else. “Hey, hey, hey… I’m here” he reassures her. Evan places his hand down onto hers as he softly squeezes her hand.

Her heart was beating like crazy, “Im scared” she whispers softly. “I’ve got you” he reacts as he pushes a lost strand of hair behind her ear again. Evan places his hand down onto her cheek. ”I won’t let you fall, I promise.” he continued.

Evan stayed at eye height, crouched in front of her. Hesitantly she looked at his hand which he was holding out to her again. A sigh rolled off her lips as she closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the sudden nerves.

She placed her left hand into his right hand, as a jitter made its way up her arm. Evan quickly got her feet off the little steps her legs and feet were resting on. Her feet were on the ground now, as he gently assisted her to stand straight upon her feet.

Her face was completely focussed onto her feet as soon as she was standing up straight. She couldn’t trust her legs, that’s why she keeps on looking at her legs. Evan smiles bright as he looks down and carries the weight she pushed down onto his hands.

Evan brings her hands towards his shoulder, as a sign for her to put her arms there and lean on him, like a real dance. When she gets the hint and places her hands onto his shoulders, his hands wander down her body to her lower back.

This whole time, they didn’t say a thing. (Y/n) places her head down onto Evan’s chest as she clung onto him like she could fall any moment. He places his warm red lips onto the top of her head and leaves a warm comforting kiss. “I’m so proud of you.” he whispers as he reeled her in. “I know it’s not the first dance you imagined..” he sighed.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you..” she said as she kept her head tight against his chest. “I’m not the best dancer, so maybe it’s for the better that we do it this way” Evan said as a grin was spread across his face. He could feel her body shaking because of the laughs she was letting out.

Evan pressed his lips into a thin line to suppress his laugh and swayed both their bodies from side to side to the rhythm of the music.

They were going to get through this, together.

#911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 imagine #buck imagine #buck x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evanbuckley #imagine

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siriaeve · 1 month ago

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Joe didn't go out intending to buy the bubbles. Nicky asked him to pick up some onions and a pound of butter while he was out; Joe had stopped by the small supermarket on the corner only intending to buy some onions and a pound of butter. They were all he placed in the wire basket he toted up one aisle and down the other, because the shop had been reorganised once again according to no principle Joe could figure out. Not for the first time, he missed a proper market.

And then the line to pay was long, and the supermarket was dim and oppressive in the late summer heat, and while Joe waited, sighing, he noticed that on a shelf next to the checkout were some multicoloured bottles of bubbles, reduced to 3 for €2.

Joe thought: why not?

Back at the house, Joe found Nicky in the kitchen. Despite the heat, he was stirring something in a big pot on the stove, phone wedged in between his ear and his shoulder while he talked rapid-fire in English to someone—to Nile, Joe assumed. He sounded tired but not panicked, so Joe didn't think he had to pack just yet.

"Well, I don't know why Andy would say that." Nicky paused for a moment in his stirring to sprinkle a pinch of salt into the pot. "No, no, we were not there in the 1670s—yes, I'm sure. No. Boh! That is a question only she can answer."

Joe felt that not asking was probably the wisest course.

Both of the big kitchen windows were thrown open, creating a welcome cross breeze. There were clouds gathering overhead, and Joe sensed that there would be an afternoon storm that would break the worst of the muggy heat. For now, though, his t-shirt was sticking to his back. He sighed, stashed the butter in the fridge, and repressed the urge to climb in there with it. Amazing invention, fridges. He set the onions in the crockery bowl on the counter, and then hopped up to sit on the kitchen table. Nicky was not a fan of Joe sitting on the table, but the spot put him right amid the cross breeze. He sighed faintly with pleasure.

There was another bowl on the table, full of small, sweet tomatoes swill sun-warm from the garden. Joe popped a few of them in his mouth, savouring the burst of them on his tongue, as he unpacked the rest of his shopping bag: a small stack of library books for him, the library books that Nicky had had on hold, the SD card that Copley had left at their usual dead drop, and the bottles of Magic Bubble Hubble Double Bubble Solution New and Improved Formulation. Joe couldn't say that he always understood twenty-first century marketing strategies, but, well, he had bought twelve bottles.

Following a long series of weary ciaos and a mysterious reference to "the outfits", Nicky ended the call and, after one final stir, put a lid on the pot. He turned and kissed Joe on the cheek and said, "Hello, thank you. Also I need those tomatoes, don't eat them."

"I've eaten no tomatoes!" Joe protested.

"Hmm," Nicky said.

"Slander," Joe said, and as Nicky went to get something from the pantry, he popped another tomato into his mouth.

By the time Nicky reemerged from the pantry a few minutes later, Joe had set the data to transfer from the SD card to his laptop and organised his ambush. Nick, clutching several jars of spices, was hit right in the face by a plume of bubbles. He sputtered. "Cazzo!"

Joe cackled.

"Where did you get those?" Nicky said.

"You know, in a way it was your fault," Joe said. "You let me go to the store unaccompanied. You know what happens."

Nicky mock-glowered at him.

"But I thought, since it's so very hot, these might be a fun way of cooling down." Joe blew a very large bubble which, he was delighted to see land on the tip of Nicky's nose and balance there for one beautiful, fragile second before popping.

"By blowing bubbles?" Nicky asked as he set the spice jars down on the kitchen counter. "Tiny soap bubbles."

"It's water on our bodies," Joe pointed out. He blew out another spray of bubbles, which got caught on the breeze and wafted out into the garden.

Nicky squinted at him. "That sounds rational but it is actually nonsensical."

"Maybe," Joe said with a grin, "but you're the one who married me." More bubbles: these ones caught on Nicky's hair.

A dimple appeared in Nicky's cheek. "That's not quite how I remember it."

Joe waved his free hand airily. "Who can keep track of all the times who proposed to who?"

The look in Nicky's eyes was very warm. "You do, my love," he said, which was of course the truth and which made Joe love him all the more. Then he scooped some of the bottles of bubbles off the table and said, "We have time before dinner will be ready. First to get a bubble over the garden wall wins."

Joe scrambled out the door in his wake, laughing.

The pot ended up boiling over on the stove, and neither Joe nor Nicky was paying attention when a bubble finally made it over the high stone wall. Neither of them cared very much.

#fic #the old guard #joe x nicky

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zaunitelabs · 3 months ago

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if you do mreader if not just gn is fine 😭

I am in CRIPPLING NEED of giving Viktor a little kiss like mmmmwah I love youuu get to bed now please

Just One More Equation

Viktor x GN Reader

TW: overworking and not taking care of one self. Fluff

Synopsis: Reader tries to pull Viktor away from his work the best way they know

english is not my first language

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The lab was quiet, filled with the rhythmic scratching of Viktor's pencil across the pages and the soft hum of machinery. The flickering light from the lamps cast long shadows across the room, adding an eerie stillness to the already tense atmosphere. Papers were scattered around the desk, stacked in disorganized piles, some with scribbled-out calculations, others still unfinished. The remnants of half-eaten meals sat untouched by the side, long forgotten in the pursuit of his work.

His mechanical arm clicked faintly as he adjusted the grip of his pencil, a habitual motion that no longer required conscious thought. He was lost in the equation before him, his focus unwavering, his mind consumed by the numbers. Just one more equation , he thought. Then I can rest.

But it had been hours—perhaps days, he wasn’t sure anymore—and still, the solution eluded him.

The sound of footsteps barely registered to Viktor as he hunched further over his work, his tired eyes scanning the scrawled numbers in front of him. It was only when a soft voice interrupted the silence that he was pulled from his thoughts.

"Viktor, you need to sleep."

He didn’t look up, his fingers continuing their work on the paper. "I can’t. Not yet," Viktor muttered, his voice hoarse from the exhaustion and strain. "I’m so close… I know it."

Y/N stepped into his line of sight, concern clouding their expression as they observed the papers scattered across the desk and the dark circles beneath his eyes. They could tell how much effort he was putting into it, how determined he was to finish. But they could also see how it was wearing him down.

"You always say that," they replied, trying to keep their voice light. "One more equation, then just one more, and then another. When does it end, Viktor?"

He paused, the pencil hovering just above the paper as he met his partner’s gaze. There was a weariness in his eyes that he usually tried to hide, but tonight, it was impossible to ignore. He looked at them as if the answer to his work was somewhere in their eyes.

"I can’t stop now," he said, his voice a little more fragile than usual. "Not when I’m so close. This work... it could change everything. People will understand. It will make a difference."

You sighed, stepping closer, your voice softening. "Viktor, I know how important this is to you. But you’re not going to solve anything if you’re running on fumes. You need rest, or you won’t be able to think straight."

For a long moment, Viktor stared at his papers, his mind torn between the pressing need to continue and the exhaustion creeping up his spine. He had spent so much time, so much effort on this. Could he really stop now? But even as he thought that, something deep inside him, something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time, told him that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t have to do this alone.

His eyes flicked back to them, a flicker of vulnerability in them. "I don’t wanna loose my progress, i don’t have the time to start over" he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "if I can just finish this equation-"

Y/N’s gaze softened, their hand gently brushing over his shoulder, grounding him. "Viktor, you matter more than this equation. More than anything. To me. To everyone who cares about you” trying to get to him, to make him understand, they try to argue in a way that Viktor will understand “If anything you are loosing more time by working on a numb mind, your work is messy and you’ll regret not having slept when you take a look at it tomorrow"

The weight of his lover’s words hit him like a tidal wave. He had always felt like his work was the one thing keeping him tethered to something meaningful, something worth fighting for. But as his partner spoke, he realized just how much he had neglected those around him, those who had been there for him despite his relentless obsession.

"Maybe you’re right," Viktor murmured, his hand trembling slightly as he pushed the papers away, allowing the cluttered desk to become just that—clutter. The mechanical arm beside him hummed to a quiet stop. For the first time in hours, he wasn’t looking at equations. He wasn’t thinking about progress. He was simply… here.

The room felt quieter without the hum of his constant work, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world outside the lab had fallen silent as well.

Y/N stepped closer to him, their presence soothing, yet urgent, like a pull he couldn’t resist. Viktor’s gaze met theirs once more, and this time, it was different. There was no calculation, no machine, no formula in his eyes. Just a quiet understanding that maybe—just maybe—there was something more important than all of that.

They reached for him, their fingers lightly brushing against his cheek, the touch soft and warm against his cool skin. His breath caught in his throat, his heart beating a little faster at the sudden, unexpected closeness.

Without saying a word, they leaned in, their lips brushing against his in a tender kiss. It was gentle at first, a question—something new and uncertain—but Viktor didn’t hesitate to respond. His hand came up to rest on his lover’s wrist, his fingers tentative but insistent, as if afraid to let the moment slip away.

Y/N deepened the kiss slowly, carefully, as if time itself had stretched and bent around them. The kiss felt like a promise, an unspoken understanding that they were there for him, and that he didn’t have to do everything alone. Viktor’s hand moved to your shoulder, pulling you just a little closer, as if afraid that if he let go, the moment would vanish like a dream.

When they pulled back, the air between the two felt charged, but peaceful. Viktor’s eyes were wide, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was something in them that wasn’t filled with exhaustion or obsession. There was something softer—vulnerable, even.

"Okay," he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I think I can stop now."

Y/N smiled back at him, relieved that he was finally letting go, even just for a little while. "Good. You deserve a break, Viktor. You’ve earned it."

With a quiet sigh, Viktor stood up from the desk, his movements slower than usual, but there was a sense of relief in his steps. Y/N gently took his hand, guiding him away from the cluttered desk and the equations that had kept him awake for so long.

Tonight, there would be no equations. No work. Just a quiet night with someone who cared.

As Viktor followed them, his tired eyes softened, and for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to simply be. The equations could wait. Tonight, he was exactly where he needed to be.

#arcane #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #viktor league of legends #viktor lol #viktor nation #viktor x you #x reader #fluff

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targaryenluvs · 8 months ago

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COLD

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader, Namjoon x Fem!Reader (WOC)

SUMMARY: Not a single person would have expected this from them, especially not ARMY. But it seemed Jungkook had a taste for things unwilling, and he couldn’t care for your feelings at all.

WARNINGS: Dark themes, sexual content, non-consensual acts, attempted breakup, odd behaviour, possessiveness, secrecy, blackmailing, helplessness, complicity

A/N: I do not condone the actions within this story, nor do I think that any member of BTS acts like this. All pure fiction. Inspired by ‘Good Guy’ - ZAYN.

WORDCOUNT:

perhaps it was your fault.

wishful thinking and a few too many drinks to try and calm your nerves. it all caused you to wind up here, at namjoons place. you’d met him more than enough times to show up without texting ahead, you were good friends. always laughing together and chatting away the night when around each other.

he was a good friend.

your trust in him was heavy, and you hoped he’d have a solution for the problem at hand.

your boyfriend, jungkook.

lately your relationship felt as if it was a cage, not for him, but you. he’s jeon jungkook! international pop star, model, singer, rapper, dancer and everything under the sun. what can’t he do?

let go.

you’d tried to get out of the relationship before. you found yourself either stuck at his apartment for the entire day, waiting for him, or bombarded with text messages and calls when out of his place. you were tired. your entire life had become him. keeping your relationship was exhausting enough. dodging cameras, unable to get to his house during the day due to eminent fear of paparazzi.

you were tired of feeling like a secret. something to be held during the nights and hidden away during the light of day. and you hated that you felt this way. the excitement kept you going during the beginning, secret moments and stares in public.

it was exhilarating. but it became old quickly, for you at least.

“i can’t keep doing this, i’m so tired. i’m tired of hiding, and i’m not trying to pressure you into going public but i want to be able to be with you outside. not the same thing every single day. i’m not even mad at doing the same jesus, i just want to be able to breath fresh air with you.”

“and we can! i have a break coming soon, we can get away. we can do anything you want baby.”

jungkook made his way past the bed to you, holding you in his arms in front of the tall mirror. “no you don’t get it, and that’s okay. i’m not mad, i’m tired. i just want someone that’s—,” you exhaled before continuing, “i want someone available.”

it felt like his arms constricted you even further, the firm muscle keeping you in place. whether it was a conscious move or subconscious, it hurt like a bitch. “let go please.”

your pleading fell on deaf ears as he nuzzled into your neck, lips pressing heavy kisses to your cold skin. it was cold that night, the wind flowed through the room and caused the curtains to flutter.

the constriction, the kisses, the cold, it was overwhelming. “i’m okay.” you scrunched your eyebrows at his reply. he lifted you easily, carrying you to the bed before climbing in with you. “we’ll talk about it tomorrow i promise.” the lights were out, and you were left in the cold.

the talk never came. he’d left early in the morning for rehearsals and that was that. every time you tried to bring it up there was always something else that took priority. whether it be a rehearsal, a birthday, anything to avoid the topic. jungkook would take it.

you were fed up, and rightfully so. of course he didn’t want to hear all the reasons you wanted to leave. it wasn’t that you didn’t love him, you just needed more. and the overwhelming anxiety you felt at the idea of other people finding out was always looming over you like a dark cloud.

this didn’t need to be messy, and you hoped that talking it out with someone close to him would help. all the members would agree and understand your point. they had busy lives, and their careers were only growing. with military enlistments and solo projects? they were still growing. and their comeback would be insane.

namjoon tended to answer relatively quickly, “hey, what’re you doing here?” he wasn’t annoyed, just curious, not many people showed up on doorsteps at 2am.

“i need to talk to someone about me and him. please?”

he opened the door wider, inviting you in. you gladly accepted, the cold air was hitting you harshly. namjoons place was one of your favourites, he had good taste. you hoped you’d be able to see it again after the breakup.

the two of you sat down, “so what did you need to say?” namjoon tilted his head inquisitively, giving you his attention.

so you spilt it all. the loneliness, the fear, the isolation, the tiring cycle. you loved him, but you felt as if life in general was keeping you apart. and you wanted to freely love him without worrying about other people and their feelings. you talked about how it sometimes felt as if the fans and their feelings were put first. (you loved all army, but they did take up a chunk of love and time. the fans were the biggest part of this.)

namjoon didn’t interrupt you at all, instead piping in with ‘i get it’ and ‘i’m sorry’. you sighed, your throat dry after speaking for so long. but it felt good, to fully get it off your chest and speak to someone who didn’t dismiss you or change the subject. it was acknowledgment. and it felt good.

“you could’ve told me you felt like that.” jungkooks voice caused goosebumps all over your body. your back faced the door/entryway, how long had he been there? how the hell didn’t you hear him?

you turned to see namjoons face filled with sympathy, “did you know he’d be here?” the exhale was all you needed.

“i called him when i saw you on the security feed.” and just like that,

it was cold again.

#bts x reader #bangtan #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #jhope x reader #rm x reader #kim namjoon x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #yandere kpop #yandere kpop x reader #yandere bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere jungkook x reader

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wangxianficfinder · 11 months ago

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I'm in the mood for...

July 31st

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1. Hii I'm kinda new here but if you can help me it would be awesome!! So basically, I don't know if there really a fic like that exactly, but anything close is great. I'm looking for a fic where lan zhan locks wei ying (probably in the cloud recesses), and for some reason, wei ying can't see/has eye cover. The idea is based on the scene where lan zhan says he wants to take someone (wei ying) and hide this someone. Thanks a lot😁 @untamedlover

A Way Out by pinkquilts (E, 143k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Living Together, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, First Love, Locked In, Major Character Injury, Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Tension, Drunken Shenanigans, WWX misinterprets literally everything, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Fix-It, Injury) Lan Zhan takes an unconscious Wei Ying back to Gusu and locks him in a warded cottage in A Way Out so it's close to the request but not quite what they ideally wanted.

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2. Hi! I would love recommendations for Wei Wuxian/Nie Mingjue if anyone has any! I loved “Better Things To Do With A Flute In Wartime” for the sexy times but mainly for the feeling like Nie Mingjue recognized that Wei Wuxian was more than just a troublemaker, he saw that Wei Wuxian was a strong, capable, smart man. Would love any recs people have for this duo! Thank you!

An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, niewangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fix-it, everyone lives au, courtship, polyamory, smut) unfortunately I don't have any nmj/wwx, it's nmj/wwx/lwj but I found the fic very enjoyable!

I’ll grow you a garden (in my fortress of stone) by Lyna_Mei (M, 16k, WIP, MingXian, Canon Divergence, CQL-Verse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Cultivation Sect Politics, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Child Abuse, Self-Esteem Issues, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JYL is Not Angelic, No MY redemption, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Slow Burn, Age Difference, Sporadic Updates)

When Night Falls by aspiratixxn (M, 28k, MingXian, canon-divergent, depictions of war, mild nudity, Slow Burn)

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3. hi there. this is an itmf request for baoshan sanren coming down from her mountain and claiming wwx as her grandson/disciple. in front of gentry would be great, but other instances are also welcome. thanks for all your hard work!

Become Tomorrow by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 39k, wangxian, BSSR/LY, Alternate Universe, a story full of tragic pining gays, and one chaotic gremlin, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR’s disciple)

Can't Tell Me Nothin by natacup82 (T, 35k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Family Feels, Communication, BAMF Women)

🧡 Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

🔒Through the Storm by marhikit (T, 33k, WangXian, WX/OMC, Not JC Friendly, Canon Divergence, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Not Jiang Family Friendly, WWX gets big siblings that love and adore him, JZX ends up with someone different, No Golden Core Transfer, Creepy JGS, JZX & WWX Friendship, WWX in a different sect)

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4. Hi!! 👋🥰

It's me! I'm on vacation finally, I missed you all so much, but I couldn't read fanfics during my exams (it's too distracting). But now I'm free again, so I'm here to ask a ITMF! Yey!

Lately I'd like to read fanfics in which:

A) LQ discover about the absence of WWX's core and decides to help WWX and the Wens. And bring all of them to Gusu.

B) LQ discover about the abuse of Madam Yu and decides that WWX will stay in Gusu. (I love when this happens during the Cloud Recesses Study Arc, but it's ok if this happens in other moment).

I like happy endings, and I prefer when the good people live (Wens, JY, JC...) and only bad people dies. Long fics if it's possible, but shorts are ok too. No modern fics.

Thank you for everything! 🤟🥰💕 @wangxiansgirl

4A)

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, no one dies, LQR finds out about WWX’s core, WWX and LQR are friends??, In My Fic?, its more likely than you think, LWJ in the bg like whats happening?, Fluff, WWX goes to Gusu, Mutual Pining, Golden Core Reveal)

Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 59k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & JGY, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions, LWJ's emotional repression, WWX giving everything as always, LXC realising sympathy is not support, LQR Being an Asshole) Not quite the request, since it's LXC who ends up inviting WWX & the Wens to come to CR, but iirc LQR grudgingly agrees the Wens need help & can stay? So may be close enough to scratch that itch

Discordant Rhapsody by nirejseki (T, 49k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, JC & WWX, WQ & WWX & WN, LWJ & LQR & LXC, canon divergence, fix-it, hurt/comfort, trauma, politics, protective LQR, protective LWJ, protective WWX, LQR centric, whump, angst) 4a similar. It's been a while since I read the fic so I don't remember if there's an eventually Golden Core reveal, but it's not the reason LQR has for inviting WWX and the Wen to the Cloud Recesses. But hopefully this is similar enough that the requester will enjoy it anyway.

No Strings Attached by stiltonbasket (G, 3k, WangXian, NieLan,Canon Divergence, Fix-It, LQR is a good uncle, Smitten LWJ, Golden Core Reveal)

Righteous and Devoted by thunderwear (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Golden Core Reveal, LWJ's POV, Barely Any Pining, thanks lqr, Fluff, lots of fluff, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

4B)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

🔒🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 57k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

💙 Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX)

🔒 Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Hypothermia, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Temporary Character Death, Medical Inaccuracies, YZY Abuses WWX, JFM Bashing, pre-wangxian, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort)

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5. Hello everyone! I am on the search for case fics which are spooky and creepy! The kind of thing you would want to read to set the mood for Halloween, but it is actually July and thunderstorming and the wind is howling and you want to curl up with a scary story and a cat on your lap. Preferably everyone lives in the end, but I am down for angst or temporary character death in the in between. Thank you!!

You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 17k, WangXian, Graphic Depiction of Violence, Major Character Death, Canon Divergence, Eldritch WWX, Horny LWJ, Body Horror, Possession, of a sort, Cannibalism, kind of, Mild Gore, Teeth, When the eldritch abomination possessing you is less of a pining idiot than you are, I did not expect there to be so much fluff when I started writing a fic about an eldrich horror, Fluff and Humor, Smut, LWJ is so fucking thirsty, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Monster sex, Switching, Light BDSM, Rimming, Self-Lubrication, Seriousness treated Crackily, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dead WWX, Podfic Available) Eldritch horror!WWX

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (M, 54k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sentient Burial Mounds, Case Fic, Post-Canon, CQL Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Light Angst, Flashbacks, mild body horror, foot washing, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy..., then sexual intimacy, playing fast and loose with mdzs lore, WWX learning to accept intimacy without deflection, occasional LWJ humor agenda, 🔒 [Podfic] build me no shrines by flamingwell)

in your skin by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Horror, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Non-Consensual Body Modification, kinda??, Reflections over death and self-worth, mentions of canon suicide, Near Death Experiences, 🔒 [Podfic] in your skin by flamingwell)

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror, [Podfic] 爱不释手; never let me go by argentumlupine)

lan wangji sees dead people by mountainrain898

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6. Hi, I'm ITMF a fic where; (a) teenage wangxian meets adult wangxian maybe during cloud recess study arc and older wangxian time travel on purpose or accidentally and find themselves itn cloud recess (or something similar) (b) the other sects gather to plot against wei ying and they spy on burial mounds or find a way to view wei ying's memories (similar plot to seek and ye shall find) (c) do you know any au's where wangxian are professional gamers or play gaming competitions. @purplefuzzypickle

6A)

River Stones by littlesystems (M, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study arc, Junior Quartet, Oblivious WWX, Suffering LWJ, Voyeurism)

How did I end up with this Frozen Heart? by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (T, 53k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, YP!WWX, twin prides of yunmeng are horrified at the relationship between their future selves, YP!WWX has short hair, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, wangxian get together early, Songfic, JC Bashing, LXC Bashing)

Timely by apathyinreverie (T, 8k, WangXian, Time Travel, Domestic WangXian, Fluff, Fix-It, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Mutual Pining, wwx is sunshine personified, Smitten LWJ, Genius WWX, Romance) I'll also throw in Timely which just has Lan Wangji's spirit traveling from his teen years to when he's married to Wei Wuxian.

6B)

💖 The Path by Seastar98 (Not Rated, 279k, WangXian, CQL Verse, Golden core reveal, Fix-it of sorts, Angst with a happy ending)

6C)

simping for hanguang-jun by defractum (nyargles) (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, YouTubers WangXian, Fluff, Among us game, Streamer AU)

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7. Hello, could you please recommend works where WY and LZ meet for the first time when they are older. For example over 30.

Thank you!

The Fault in Our Stars by Vamillepudding (T, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Romantic Comedy, Comedy of Errors, Misunderstandings, the title makes it sound like a cancer story, it's not a cancer story)

International Baby by AceBij (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pilot!LWJ, CFO!LWJ, Regional Manager!WWX, CEO!LXC, CEO!JC, CFO!JYL, Secretary!WQ, Meet-Cute, baby!A-Yuan, baby!JL Mpreg, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Carrier!WWX, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, WWX's canonical breeding kink, LWJ's Canonical Breed WWX Kink, Communication, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, It's only at the start and will not go into much detail, Love confessions)

Deep Dive by MimiSpearmint (E, 24k, WangXian, Modern AU, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, Are Bad at Communicating, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Therapy, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Career Ending Injuries, counsellor!lwj, give lwj friends agenda, background NieLan, Melbourne, Eventual Smut, Crack, Baby JL, domestic abuse is discussed but does not happen, Baby LSZ, Baby LJY, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Good Sex Practices, Implied Slight D/s, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, Cameos by various minor characters)

Breathless by tiptoe39 (E, 69k, WangXian, Fashion & Models, Modeling, Getting Together, drunk lwj, Cranky LWJ, Model!LWJ, stylist!wwx, Happy Ending, WangXian Endgame, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst and then fluff again, Mustache-Twirling Villainy Just Off Camera, JYL Deals With So Much Brother Shit, LWJ Is Working Through His Own Shit, WWX is WWX, LWJ's Bunny Obsession, MianMian Is In Charge of Shoes, JC's Issues Have Issues)

不屈从于天 | not submitting to fate by starborst (E, 20k, WIP, WangXian, BAMF WWX, God!wwx, dream of red tower, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, but loosely based, there's a lot of oc characters & gods, Character Death, time skip, from when wwx was dead and also a god, lots of landscape description, it'll be really really slow paced) Technically it's god!WWX meeting reincarnated!LWJ bit if it's just about their relationship then this might fit! LWJ shows up at the end of chapter 3 and chapter 4 is basically just about their interactions in different situations. Might also fit for #10, seeing as LWJ is a reincarnation (I asked to make sure)

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 316k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Plot, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX's Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings, Married WangXian, Honeymoon, Wangxian's Baby Fever) I can't remember how old Wei Ying & Lan Zhan are in We Meet at the Thousandth Step but I'm quite certain they're at least in their mid- to late-20s when they meet.

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8. itmf a wangxian fic where Jin Guangyao is forced to apologize to Lan Xichen for tricking into helping with Nie Mingjue's murder. Preferably a fic where wangxian comfort him afterwards. Any lxc ship is OK (xicheng, nielan, xiyao), I just want Lan Xichen to get a proper apology and for jgy to acknowledge how truly messed up it was and accept responsibility for being an asshole to poor lxc (and nmj tbh)

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9. Hello! For your next ITMF, could you find me some baby trapping fics please? Whether LWJ traps WWX or WWX traps him 🤗

(and I'd love you forever if you manage to find a fic where Lan Qiren think Wwx is baby trapping his precious cabbage and either it's all Part of LWJ's Plan or the baby was a mutual decision from the both of them)

Thank you!!

truly a love story for the ages by sweetlolixo (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Dark!Wangxian, Power Couple, Happy Wangxian Ending, slight daddy kink, Humor, Crack, Pregnant WWX) Of course I gotta rec the mutual baby trapping fic

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10. Do you have a comp fic of reincarnation? If not can you make this for next ITMF? (No comp as of yet though it is on the list! ~Mod L)

不屈从于天 | not submitting to fate by starborst (E, 20k, WIP, WangXian, BAMF WWX, God!wwx, dream of red tower, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, but loosely based, there's a lot of oc characters & gods, Character Death, time skip, from when wwx was dead and also a god, lots of landscape description, it'll be really really slow paced) (link in #7) Technically it's god!WWX meeting reincarnated!LWJ bit if it's just about their relationship then this might fit! LWJ shows up at the end of chapter 3 and chapter 4 is basically just about their interactions in different situations.

the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by beesinspades (T, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reincarnation, Post-Canon, Jack of All Trades Artist WWX, Immortal! LWJ, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Reunions, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied Sexual Content, Asexual Character, good vibes, [Podfic] the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by b_ofdale by Beria1021)

🧡 We Were Never Strangers by NeverEnoughWangxian (M, 36k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reincarnation, Modern Cultivators, POV WWX, (mostly), College Student WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Immortal LWJ, Immortal LSZ, Dreams, Pining, Sharing a Bed, brief mentions of wwx's past death(s), WangXian.mp3, Getting Together, I guess getting back together technically, Happy Ending, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content)

🧡 All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 51k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Modern AU, canon still happened, extreme post canon, Sugar Daddy, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ)

忘不了你的爱 (can't forget your love) by PorcupineGirl (G, 25k, WangXian, Time Travel, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators AU, Canon Divergence, Time Traveler WWX, discussion of canonical character deaths, a whole lot of handwaving, conveniently localized fires, Discussion of Canonical Suicide Attempt, mostly happy but slightly bittersweet ending)

Closer Than Eternity by Netrixie (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reincarnation, an unhealthy addiction to starbucks, Immortals, cultivation is -kinda- commonplace, Self-Doubt, POV Alternating, Minor Original Character(s), Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, not for jc fans, This is not a reconciliation fic)

Have We Met Before by thelastdboy (T, 7k, WangXian, POV WWX, Modern: No Powers, First Meetings, College/University, Reincarnation, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Love Confessions, First Kiss, CSSR and WCZ Live, WWX Has a Family, Older Sibling WWX, Queer Themes, Demisexual WWX, Parent-Child Relationship, Friendship, Heteronormativity, Pining WWX, Fluff, Madam Lan Lives)

living in my memory/living in my mouth by tardigradeschool (T, 32k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Canon Divergence, College/University, Modern with Magic, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Nightmares, Light Angst, Epistolary, (sort of), POV Alternating, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers)

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11. hi everyone! I am looking for modern cultivation aus where, this may sound redundant but ya know, cultivation is used in tandem with modern living. For example, I really liked in “The Shade of Old Trees” by Kryal how WWX used his cultivation to do sick tricks on a skateboard. Or in "Truth Will Out" by KizuKatana how the night hunts were filmed and uploaded to an internet forum. So yeah! Cultivation working with modern things, cool magic in tandem with modern science and tech. thanks tlm!!

speeding up my heartbeat by plonk (Not Rated, 24k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Gyms) has cultivation specific gyms and sports, with WWX doing cultivator level parkour

🧡🔒Night of the Living History (an edutainment special!) by Aerlalaith (T, 51k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Workplace Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Museums, living history, Some Plot, Slice of Life, Injury, a minor haunting) has cultivation working (or not, as the case may be!) alongside modern tech

A Different Yarn by donutsweeper (T, 1k, WangXian, Urban Fantasy, Yarn store AU, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation) it's really short but in it knitting and crochet is used for talismans

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (T, 87k, wangxian, modern cultivation, academia au, music, kid fic, action/adventure, canon-typical violence, canon-typical JGY behavior, slow burn, fluff & angst, happy ending) has modern cultivation history researcher LZ and municipal cultivation employee WWX working within (or not, on occasion!) modern day cultivation rules, laws, and customs

and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (E, 106k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Modern Cultivation, Rivalry, Competition, Competition-Set Fic, Athletes, Multimedia, Miscommunication, frenemies to lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Seemingly One-sided But Actually Mutual Pining, Oblivious WWX, Competitive Cultivation, Anal Sex, First Time, Angst with a Happy Ending, Olympics, Inappropriate use of an Olympic gold medal, Breathplay, Rough Sex, Food Porn, Tanabata, Lily's back on her Qixi bullshit, Switching, Bottom LWJ) has cultivation Olympics

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12. Hi all! Im in the mood for Jiang yanli bashing! I want her to also be angry and entitled like Jiang Cheng and then get, well, bashed for it!

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) I wouldn't say she's angry, but she very much expects WWX to be a doormat for the sake of keeping things how she is used to them being

Hua Xianle by Tiffany_Guinne (Not rated, 260k, hualian, wangxian, TGCF, canon divergence, not Jiang friendly, madam lan lives, WWX adopted by hualian, WWX with different name, overprotective hualian, hurt WWX, WIP) crossover with TGCF, Hualian raises WWX, plenty of Jiang bashing all around

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13. for the in the mood for, may i have your most gutwrenching jiang cheng & wei wuxian sibling hurt/comfort please. preferably with reconciliation. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

ransom by alessandriana (G, 3k, JC & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Dizziness, Fainting, Character is Injured while Protecting Another, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Yunmeng reconciliation, [PODFIC] ransom by Gwogobo)

love lies beyond words by acrosticacrumpet (G, 4k, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, canon-typical dysfunctional relationships, Yunmeng Shuangjie Reconciliation, not a completed reconciliation but the beginning of one, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, Self-Worth Issues, WWX's notoriously poor self-worth vs JC's legendary rejection sensitivity: FIGHT, painful conversations with a tasteful smidgeon of, Cuddling & Snuggling)

we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club)

JC and WWX's Get Along Sweater series by newamsterdam (T, 29k, JC & WWX, Trapped In A Closet, Cultivation as Plot Device, Reconciliation, Miscommunication, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Novel Spoilers, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Night Hunting, Ghosts, Action/Adventure, Brotherly Love, Complicated Relationships, Yunmeng Shuangjie)

In The Dark Right Now by phnelt (T, 10k, WangXian, graphic depictions of injuries, trapped in a cave, Near Death Experience, fatalistic thinking, established wangxian, Family Feels, mention of unnamed illness of an offscreen character, Nobody dies in this fic, Alternate Universe - Modern AU, jc and wwx are caved in and lan zhan talks to them through the radio, Hurt/Comfort) if modern AU is acceptable

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14. For the next itmf, can you please recommend to me some fics where Jiang Cheng raises both Jin Ling and Wen Yuan . Preferably where both or at least A-yuan knows his father is Wei Wuxian

What Remains After the War by Swan_Song (T, 44k, JC & JL, JC & LSZ, JL & LSZ, WIP, Canon Divergence, LSZ is a Jiang, Good Uncle JC, Cousins JL & LSZ, JC Needs a Hug, JC Needs Therapy, The juniors solve a mystery, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, he tries his best, LSZ Needs a Hug)

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15. itmf fics where instead of lan xichen, lan wangji becomes sect leader/king/emperor/etc. With happy ending for wangxian! Any length and rating works and if there's smut, can I get top plan wangji please? And nothing where lan wangji is with someone else romantically/sexually even for a bit in the course of the fic I don't have any other triggers/squicks!

The Wrong Man by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, WIP, Sect Leader LWJ, Evil JGS, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal) Not exactly LWJ becoming sect leader *instead of* LXC, but does have LXC getting killed off in chapter 1, & LWJ becoming sect leader & instituting sweeping reforms. Still a WIP but the main story is over & is a happy ending (WWX is actually alive in this, so no having to wait for resurrection)

I Am Happy I Met You by Bhargavee00 (Not Rated, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Get a Happy Ending, Sect Leader LWJ, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Dragon LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Madam Lan Lives, Minor Madam Lan/Qingheng-jun, Qingheng-jun, Lives, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Protective LXC, Protective LQR, Good Uncle LQR, WangXian Are Soulmates, WWX Goes to Gusu, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, Jiang Family Bashing, LWJ is So Whipped, Older LWJ, Good Older Sibling LXC, Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX is a Lan, WWX is So Whipped)

The Straightest Path by meyari (T, 30k, WangXian, NieLan, MingLi, ChengSang, war and death, Grief/Mourning, Politics, plotting for neuroatypicals, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Non-Canon Relationship, No Yīn Iron, Sect Leader LWJ) LXC and LQR die leaving Lan Zhan to becoming Sect Leader

🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 260k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dying Lan children, Hurt/Comfort, YL WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, and it's not always dark, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ)

golden when the day met the night by glitteringmoonlight (Not rated, 95k, slow burn, sugar daddy LWJ, light, angst, fluff, developing relationship, eventual smut, WIP)

Temptation by Karmiya (E, 23k, WangXian, JYL & WWX, WIP, Sect Leader LWJ, domestic abuse) LXC dies after the Sunshot Campaign and LZ becomes Sect Leader

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16. Hii!! does this count as an itmf? if anyone knows a fic where LZ gets married or bethroted during the thirteen years but then WY comes back anything like that ?? if it doesnt it definitely should ill take anything similar tho @yesibest

patching the road with vague intentions by loosingletters (T, 39k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Humor, Developing Friendships, WWX Resurrected By Others, Trans WWX, Case Fic, POV WWX, POV LQR, Family, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, MXY Lives) To be fair, LWJs wife is the one who summons WWX into her body so it might not fully fit

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX) For 16, if what you're looking for is wangxian struggle with their feelings for each other post ressurection while lwj is already commited to someone else, you might like Love Song in Reverse where WY comes back but without his memories so he believes he's MXY and he and LZ navigate their feelings while LZ is still commited to his feelings for WY.

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17. for the next itmf what about a fic from when lwj and jc are searching for wwx when he was in the burial mounds

in our respective ways by Lise (T, 5k, JC & WWX, JC & LWJ, Missing Scene, Bonding, (sort of??), POV JC, Canon Compliant, that brief period of time when lwj and jc were solidly on the same page, JC's jealousy could be a third character, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, Brothers, Canon Era, Not Friends to Still Not Friends, canon typical abuse of pows)

waiting, shivering by kornevable (T, 2k, JC & WWX, Introspection, Missing Scene, background wangxian)

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 35 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

Winston’s solution essentially turns into a waiting game.

This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, because whether he thinks or not, you know John needs time to heal his injuries before you face a sitdown with the High Table, the brat prince, and the top bosses of the Camorra, none of which are exactly eager to convene at a mutual time for the sake of John Wick–and you? You still don’t know what to think about this strange world John Wick has plunged you into.

Even though you would supposedly be safe on hotel grounds, of course John doesn’t want to let you out of his sight. He rarely wants to leave the room either; you sense this is not just because he’s healing. The thought of wandering around here fills you with equal parts anticipation and dread. Maybe you both have caught a touch of agoraphobia, living your secluded little life in the mountains together. Gone are the days in which you flounced about the house in your designer sundresses with paint on your fingers and no panties to your name. If only you could have known at the time, how idyllic those precious moments had been.

Or maybe your recent trauma has skewed your memory of it all.

It still feels strange, speaking to anyone but John, even when you’re just calling in your orders for room service.

You sleep a lot, tangled together in the cloud-soft bed. Sometimes you watch TV or read, and sometimes you just lay there, and at least on your part, marvel that you’re not dead.

You both have nightmares about the night the Camorra soldiers infiltrated your home. You relive the moment in which you’d nearly lost John, the knife wielding commando trying to stab him again and again in a replaying reel in your mind. In your dreams you cannot lift the gun to save him, or your every shot misses. The scene of John’s terrors seems to go a step further, and you know he has dreamed that they made it past him, up the stairs to you, when he wakes you with clutching arms and desperate kisses on your hair, as though he is assuring himself of your wellbeing.

One morning, he wakes you a different way, with his cock stuffing you full from behind and slow kisses on your neck, his strong arms wrapped around you. Up until this point you’ve avoided such things, scolding him that he’ll pull his stitches [again], and for once he actually listened to you. No more, it seems, and you cannot suppress a moan as he thrusts lazily up inside you with his hand on your breast. “John…”

“Mmmm. I need you, baby,” he whispers into your hair, flipping you on your belly with his solid weight pressing you deliciously down into the mattress. “Need to feel you.”

“Your stitches–”

“Will be fine,” he interjects, and you can tell his patience has run short for you worrying about it. You don’t mean to be a nag, and you know he’s endured worse–you just don’t want him to have to be in unnecessary pain, again. You realize you would put this man in a bubble, if you could, he is so precious to you. It’s essentially what he tried to do to you, and see how that worked out?

“Please?” It’s the pure need in that last word that melts your last thought of resisting, and maybe, the fact that he actually asked. You realize you have not properly made love, have not felt him inside you since your primal chase turned borderline hate fuck in the woods, what feels like a lifetime ago. He thrusts again, his hips pressed into the curve of your bottom, and you feel your coherent thoughts evaporate into lust. You cant your hips just the way you know will tighten your hole and drive him wild; a ragged moan from behind you is your reward.

“Temptress,” he grumbles, though you can tell he is smiling. “Trying to make me cum already?” His next thrust is a little too deep, but you take the punishment, only wincing slightly as you hide your grin in the pillow.

“Would I do that?” You sit up on elbows so you can look at him over your shoulder, your heart so filled with love you fear it might burst. He brushes your hair out of your face with tender fingers, a fire in those dark eyes all for you. In this love-charged lull he seems to change his mind about positions, withdrawing only long enough to flip you over before burying himself inside you again.

Of all the ways John Wick has taught you how to make love, this is still your favorite; simple, vanilla missionary with his delicious weight on you, heart to heart with his mouth locked to yours. Something about almost dying together makes it even more intense for the both of you. When he draws back to look into your eyes while he wrecks you? It’s almost too much–too raw, too visceral.

Too vulnerable.

A part of you just wants to flee.

“I love you,” he tells you between thrusts, one of your legs folded nearly to your chest, the other locked around his hip to hold him deeper. “I need you.”

“You’ve got me. I love you, John, you’ve got me.”

There’s no room for higher cognition, in this gasping, bone-melting exchange of pleasure and bodily fluids. There is only the ability to speak the truth from the heart, and the breathless pursuit of release, together. It hits you both like a freight train, almost painful in all its ferocity–there’s no way in hell they don’t hear you next door, and maybe down the hall.

You’re going to get into trouble.

The absurdity of the thought makes you smile as much as John rearranging your insides. Sweaty and breathless, you stay locked together for what feels like a long time, neither willing to let go. Naturally its John who recovers first, catching your mouth in a deep kiss that curls your toes all over again. “Shower with me?”

“Yes.”

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“Can we take Dog outside?” you ask during breakfast, the gentle beast in question leaning against your leg in pursuit of pets–and bacon. “I think he’s bored, walking the halls.” There was a pee pad for him on the roof–it was not the same, as touching paws to real grass.

Once, John might have gotten mad that you would even suggest it. You think its a testament to improval, when he just sighs at you. “You know the answer to that, sweetheart.”

It’s too dangerous.

You sigh too.

As magnificent as The Continental was…it was starting to feel like you were going to be locked up there forever.

“Is this a hint that you are bored?”

You consider this question, stirring sugar into your second cup of coffee. It does feel a bit like the two of you are stuck in purgatory, waiting. “Maybe I’m feeling a little cooped up,” you admit. “But the wake up calls here are spectacular…” You grin at him over your mug, and see your comment has the intended placating effect, the corner of his mouth pulling in a small smile, a flash of heat in his dark eyes that makes you clench between your crossed legs.

“I might have a solution for that.” Again, it’s like he’s asking, and he could have pushed you over with a feather. Have you arrived? Even with the sword of Damocles hanging overhead, just waiting for the moment you might set foot outside this hotel, this is the thing that starts to make you feel like everything might be alright someday.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to do some work with the Personal Trainer while we’re here. She’s very good.”

Everything is cloaked in double meaning in this place. Somehow, you suspect the title doesn’t mean this woman will yell at you to do five more sit-ups. “You…want me to lift weights?” you ask cheekily, waiting.

“I want you to learn how to kill a man with your bare hands,” he tells you bluntly. “If you have to.”

You choke a little on your coffee at that. Point: John.

“Jeesus.”

“You’ve seen the truth of my world. Even though I’m retired…it just keeps fucking following me. That means…you’re in danger too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You’ve always thought you were a nice person, but as it turns out your moral fiber must be fairly flexible–at least, for this man. Back at the coffee shop, you’d known he’d murdered those creeps in the van, and you’d done nothing. You’d shot a man to save him without a second thought. Now he wanted you to learn how to kill–and you were perfectly willing.

A part of you wants to caution him, that you will never be as dangerous as the lowliest clown in this vicious world of thieves and killers. But in the end, you keep it to yourself. He wants to train you out of hope, and you don’t want to take that chance for some peace of mind from him. And, of course…maybe it will save your ass someday.

You’re in no hurry to die.

You can see he is troubled, brooding over the danger he’s put you in. You know the dark spiral that can lead him down, and you offer him a lifeline. “John…even if I’d known, in the beginning, about who you are and the risk…I still would have followed you anywhere.”

It’s the truth. He wouldn’t have even had to kidnap you. You keep that to yourself too.

He weighs you with those dark eyes–once upon a time, that penetrating look might have made you squirm. But maybe there’s a freedom now, in having traveled through the darkest labyrinths of his mind–and come out in one piece on the other side. You just meet that gaze, letting it wash over you, and in the end it’s he who looks away.

“I actually believe you now, you know.”

You manage not to grin like a fucking idiot, even if it’s how you feel inside. Utterly unable to remain in your own seat after that, you slide into his lap, pressing your lips to his cheek, the side of his mouth, then lingeringly, his lips. You snuggle like that in the chair for several minutes, just holding each other, and not to be left out, dog shifts to lay on John’s feet.

“John…” you say quietly, not wanting to break the spell that’s fallen over the room. “What if…we just ran away together?”

He raises an eyebrow to that, and you get the feeling that the option maybe hadn’t even occurred to him. He’s so accustomed to charging at his problems head first, guns blazing and fists flying–and usually that works out for him… Not so much, for the people around him, though.

“Where would you want to go?” he asks, his lips against your temple.

“I don’t know. Where could we go? Does anyone want you dead in South America?”

He’s quiet as he thinks about it. “...Maybe not?”

“We could…get new identities, and…move to Buenos Aires.”

He blows through his nose as this, but you can tell he’s amused. “What is it with you and Argentina?”

“It sounds like a great place to go,” you reason. “The Paris of South America. Good food. Culture. Architecture. Adventure… And they sleep in until like, 11 o’clock in the morning, it’s awesome.”

He does laugh at this. “And I thought you were such an early bird, working at the coffee shop?”

“I’ve come to find waking up early is overrated.”

His chest quakes with mirth beneath you, and you reckon that even if he’s not taking your suggestion seriously, at least he’s amused, and that is good for morale.

“So…when do I start with The Trainer?” John peers at his watch around your body.

“In an hour.”

“Fuck. Were you going to tell me?”

He chuckles at this. “The less time for you to worry about it, the better.”

“Why?” Now you are worried. “What is she going to do to me?”

“She’s not going to beat you up,” he’s quick to assure you. “I’m not putting you through real assassin school. But…I want you to take it seriously. Please? For me?”

Well…fuck a duck.

“Ok, I will,” you promise him, wondering what you’re about to get into.

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick fic #keanu reeves x reader #john wick x y/n #yandere john wick #keanu reeves #bittersweet coffee shop au

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The solution to an argument (Casey/Alex/Olivia) *smut*

When Olivia and Casey fight they FIGHT like screaming at each other fully stubborn butting heads. More often than not it ends with a forgotten argument and angry sex Alex arriving later finding a mess and trail of clothes that lets her know an argument happened. She finds them in bed naked in each others arms a little disappointed because she doesn’t like it when they fight. They are apologetic pulling her into bed and showing her how sorry they are.

Word count: 5148

(Yes they’re power dynamics are weird but that’s because I believe they interact differently depending on if there’s two of them or three)

The tension had been building all day, simmering, just waiting to explode. Olivia had been on edge, snapping at everyone and everything after a particularly difficult case. Casey, always a bit more sensitive to Olivia’s moods, had tried to stay out of her way, but it seemed inevitable that the storm would come crashing down between them.

It started with something small. A comment, a jab, something Olivia muttered under her breath about Casey’s handling of a witness. Normally, it would’ve rolled off Casey’s back, but today… today it hit her like a punch to the gut. She’d had her own rough day in court, and Olivia’s criticism, no matter how subtle, was the last thing she needed.

“What did you just say?” Casey asked, her voice sharp as she spun around to face Olivia.

Olivia barely glanced at her, too tired and too irritated to see the warning signs in Casey’s posture. “I said, maybe next time you should think twice before—”

“Don’t.” Casey’s voice shook with anger. “Don’t talk down to me like that, Olivia. I’ve had enough of it today.”

Olivia, already keyed up, bristled. “I’m not talking down to you. I’m being honest. You were too emotional with this case.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Casey shot back, her eyes flashing with anger. “You’re the queen of letting your emotions get in the way. How many times have you blown up a case because you couldn’t keep your cool?”

Olivia’s fists clenched at her sides. “This isn’t about me,” she growled. “I’m trying to help you before you trample your own case.”

“I don’t need your help!” Casey yelled, her voice breaking. “I need you to stop treating me like I can’t handle myself!”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, her own frustration bubbling over. “You’re the one who always needs coddling, Casey. Maybe if you stopped being so—”

“Say it,” Casey snapped, stepping closer, her face flushed with anger. “Go on, say it. You think I’m what? Weak? Emotional? Is that it?”

Olivia’s jaw tightened, the words hanging between them, too dangerous to speak but too close to the surface to ignore. “You’re not weak,” she said through gritted teeth. “But sometimes… sometimes you let your emotions take over and cloud your judgment.”

Casey’s chest heaved, the anger that had driven her this far pushing her harder against Olivia. “Maybe I wouldn’t feel like that if you didn’t make me feel like I have to prove myself every damn day!”

The shouting escalated, their voices rising and crashing against the walls of the apartment. It was like this sometimes, when they fought, they fought hard. Neither one willing to back down, neither one able to let the other win. They were both stubborn, both too proud to admit when they were wrong.

But beneath all the shouting, there was something else, something raw and tangled between them, something that burned hotter than the anger.

Olivia’s face softened for a split second, but she couldn’t stop herself from firing back. “I don’t make you feel like anything, Casey. You’re the one who always thinks you have something to prove.”

“Maybe because you’re always waiting for me to screw up!” Casey yelled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m not perfect, Olivia. I can’t be perfect.”

“I don’t need you to be perfect,” Olivia said, her voice dropping an octave, frustration still thick but cooling.

The tension crackled between them, the air too thick with everything unsaid. And then, as quickly as the argument had begun, it shifted. The fire in Casey’s eyes wasn’t just from anger anymore, and Olivia, for all her toughness, felt the pull too. There was always this edge between them, anger that turned into something else entirely.

And as quickly as it escalated, it dissipated. The argument fell apart like all their arguments did, forgotten in a wave of heat, words left hanging in the air as they closed the space between them.

Casey lunged forward, closing the distance between them, her hands fisting in the front of Olivia’s shirt as she crashed her mouth against Olivia’s. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was all fury and heat, all of the pent-up frustration pouring into that one desperate kiss.

Olivia stumbled back, but her hands immediately found Casey’s waist, pulling her closer, fingers digging into her hips as she kissed back. It was messy and wild, their mouths battling for control, but neither wanting to give it up.

The kiss broke for only a second, and Casey growled low in her throat. “I’m not weak, Olivia.”

Olivia’s grip tightened, her lips brushing against Casey’s in a taunting, breathless whisper. “I know you’re not.”

Casey’s nails raked down Olivia’s back, hard enough to leave marks, but Olivia only hissed in response, her eyes flashing with something dark and feral. She spun them around, pushing Casey against the nearest wall, their bodies slamming together in a tangle of limbs.

“You’re so damn stubborn,” Olivia growled, her breath hot against Casey’s neck as she nipped at the sensitive skin there.

Casey let out a low moan, her head tipping back to give Olivia more access, her fingers threading through Olivia’s hair, pulling her closer. “Takes one to know one.”

Olivia’s hands roamed lower, sliding under Casey’s shirt, her nails scraping against Casey’s bare skin. The feel of it, the roughness of Olivia’s touch, the sharpness of her nails against her delicate skin made Casey’s breath hitch.

Casey’s fingers fumbled with Olivia’s belt, yanking it open with a frustrated sound. “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

Olivia’s lips curved into a dark smile against Casey’s throat as she helped shove her pants down. “Then don’t.”

In one swift move, Olivia had Casey’s legs wrapped around her waist, her body pressed flush against the wall as their mouths met again in a rough kiss. Casey’s hands slid under Olivia’s shirt, hands tracing the hard muscles of her back as she rocked her hips forward, grinding against Olivia, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through her.

Olivia let out a low groan, her hands slipping under Casey’s panties, fingers teasing over her skin, making Casey gasp.

“Liv…” Casey’s voice was breathy, barely a whisper as she pulled back just enough to look into Olivia’s eyes. There was still a spark of defiance there, but it was tempered by something softer, something that made her grip Olivia tighter, needing her in that moment more than she wanted to admit.

Olivia’s hand dipped lower, fingers sliding through Casey’s wetness, teasing her entrance. “Say it,” Olivia murmured, her voice rough, her lips brushing against Casey’s ear. “Say you need me.”

Casey bit her lip, a moan escaping her as Olivia’s fingers pushed inside her, the slow, deliberate thrusts making it impossible to think of anything else. Her nails dug into Olivia’s shoulders, her head falling back against the wall as her body moved instinctively, chasing the pleasure that Olivia’s touch brought her.

“I need you,” Casey gasped, her voice breaking, her breath coming in ragged pants as Olivia’s fingers curled inside her, hitting just the right spot that made her cry out. “God, I need you, Liv…”

That was all Olivia needed to hear.

With a growl, Olivia’s pace quickened, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder, as she kissed Casey again, swallowing the soft whimpers and gasps that fell from her lips.

Casey’s body tensed, her muscles tightening as she teetered on the edge; she was already dangerously close and she knew it. The pleasure made her nails bite into Olivia’s skin as her hips bucked against her hand. “Liv… I’m gonna…”

Olivia’s free hand gripped around Casey’s waist, holding her up and steady as she pushed her over the edge. “Come for me, Casey.”

The words were a command, and Casey’s body obeyed, pleasure crashing through her in waves as she came hard, her cries muffled against Olivia’s mouth as her body shook with the force of it.

For a moment, they stayed like that, Casey shaking in Olivia’s arms, her breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts as she clung to her. Olivia’s fingers stayed inside her, teasing her through the aftershocks, her lips brushing soft kisses along Casey’s jawline.

Casey could still feel her pulse racing, her body buzzing from the aftershocks of the orgasm Olivia had wrung from her. But she wasn’t done—she wasn’t close to done.

As Olivia pressed soft kisses to her neck, still holding her against the wall, Casey let out a breathy chuckle, shifting slightly to get her bearings.

Olivia pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, her lips quirking up. “What’s funny?” Olivia asked, her breathy.

Casey smirked, feeling the adrenaline from their argument mix with the lust still simmering between them. “You think you’re in control,” she teased, leaning forward to kiss the corner of Olivia’s mouth. “But you forget who you’re dealing with.”

Before Olivia could respond, Casey slid down from Olivia’s waist, her feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. The moment she was grounded, Casey took hold of Olivia’s shoulders and spun them around, pushing Olivia back until her legs hit the bed. Olivia stumbled, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal, and fell back onto the mattress.

Casey climbed over her, straddling her hips, pinning her down with just enough force to keep her still. The roles were reversed now, and Casey felt a rush of satisfaction as she watched Olivia’s breath hitch, her pupils dilating with want.

Olivia’s hands instinctively reached up to touch her, but Casey grabbed her wrists, pinning them above Olivia’s head. “Not yet,” Casey whispered against her lips, teasingly close but not giving in to the kiss. “I’m not done with you.”

A low growl rumbled from Olivia’s chest as Casey leaned down, her lips ghosting over the curve of Olivia’s neck, her breath hot against her skin. “You think you’re the only one who knows how to take control?” Casey murmured, her tongue flicking out to taste Olivia’s skin.

Olivia shuddered beneath her, her hands twitching against Casey’s grip. “Casey…”

But Casey wasn’t in the mood for talking. She slid one hand down Olivia’s body, tracing the curve of her waist before slipping it between them, her fingers brushing over the growing heat between Olivia’s thighs.

“Already so wet for me,” Casey muttered, her voice a mix of amusement and hunger as she cupped Olivia through her panties. “You’re such a tease, Liv.”

Olivia’s hips bucked at the contact, a soft groan escaping her as she arched into Casey’s touch. But Casey wasn’t about to give in just yet. She dragged her fingers slowly, teasingly, over the fabric, watching the way Olivia’s eyes darkened, the frustration and desire building with every second that passed.

“Casey…” Olivia’s voice was strained now, her body tense beneath Casey’s as she struggled against the hold. “Stop teasing.”

But Casey smirked, loving the power she held in that moment. “You think you can just get away with everything, don’t you?” Casey taunted, her lips brushing against Olivia’s ear as she slipped her hand under Olivia’s waistband, finally touching her bare skin. “You push me around, piss me off, and expect me to just roll over.”

Her fingers dipped lower, finding Olivia soaked and ready. Casey’s breath hitched at the sensation, the warmth, the slickness that told her Olivia was just as desperate for this as she was.

Olivia’s hips lifted, silently begging for more, but Casey kept her movements slow, her fingers tracing over Olivia’s folds with infuriating patience. “But this time,” Casey continued, her voice soft but firm, “I’m going to make you beg.”

Olivia let out a frustrated groan, her head falling back against the mattress as Casey finally slid one finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out. It was nowhere near enough, but the tension, the maddening tease of Casey’s control, had Olivia panting, her body trembling with need.

“Is this what you want?” Casey whispered, curling her finger inside Olivia just enough to draw a low moan from her. “Is this what you’ve been craving?”

Olivia’s hands gripped the sheets above her head, her jaw clenched as she tried to hold on to the last thread of control she had left. “Fuck, Casey…”

Casey grinned, loving how she had Olivia, fierce, unrelenting Olivia, completely at her mercy. She added another finger, increasing the pace just slightly, watching as Olivia’s hips rocked in time with her movements.

“You look so pretty like this,” Casey murmured, leaning down to kiss the hollow of Olivia’s throat, her fingers moving faster now, driving Olivia closer to the edge. “So strong, so tough… but when it comes to this, you’re putty in my hands.”

Olivia’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body tense and coiled beneath Casey’s as she chased the release that was just out of reach. “Casey… please…”

That word, please, sent a thrill down Casey’s spine. She’d won. Olivia was begging, and there was nothing sweeter than the sound of her name on Olivia’s lips in that breathless, desperate plea.

With a triumphant grin, Casey finally gave in, thrusting harder, faster, her fingers finding that perfect rhythm that made Olivia’s body arch off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her as the pleasure mounted.

Casey’s free hand slipped under Olivia’s shirt, her nails raking over Olivia’s ribs, leaving marks in her wake as she pressed harder, deeper, her fingers curling inside Olivia just right.

“Come for me, Liv,” Casey whispered, her lips brushing over Olivia’s jaw, her breath hot against her ear. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

Olivia’s body tensed, her muscles trembling as she teetered on the edge, her nails digging into the sheets. “Casey… I’m…”

With one final thrust, Olivia’s body shattered, her orgasm hitting her with brutal force. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her entire body shaking in Casey’s arms.

Casey held her through it, her fingers slowing but never stopping as Olivia rode out the aftershocks, her breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps. When it was over, Casey gently pulled her hand away, her lips pressing soft kisses to Olivia’s flushed skin as she collapsed beside her on the bed.

When Olivia finally caught her breath, she pulled back just enough to meet Casey’s gaze, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. “You’re still an asshole.”

Casey chuckled, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “Yeah,” she murmured against Olivia’s mouth. “But you love me anyway.”

Casey’s smile widened as Olivia kissed her back, her arms wrapping around her neck, pulling her close again. “Yeah,” she whispered, her breath warm against Casey’s skin. “I do.”

By the time Alex returned home from her meeting, the apartment was unusually quiet. Too quiet, she thought, as her eyes skimmed over the living room. Papers were scattered across the floor, a jacket flung over the couch, and furniture slightly displaced.

Her lips curled into a faint smirk. It didn’t take much to figure out what had happened. The trail of clothes leading down the hallway towards the bedroom confirmed her suspicions.

With a quiet sigh, Alex set her bag down and followed the path of discarded items—a jacket, a shirt, one of Olivia’s boots, Casey’s pants—each piece marking the evidence of the storm that had clearly taken place. It was always the same when Olivia and Casey fought: passion flaring in anger, only to dissolve into something much more intense.

Reaching the bedroom door, Alex pushed it open gently, and sure enough, the scene inside was exactly what she had anticipated. Olivia and Casey were tangled together in bed, bare skin glowing in the low light of the room. Olivia was on her back, one arm draped protectively around Casey, who was curled into her side, both of them looking far too content for Alex’s liking considering the likely chaos that had preceded this.

Alex lingered in the doorway for a moment, her gaze taking in the sight of them—peaceful now. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it quickly gave way to a look of mock disapproval.

“What am I going to do with you two?” she asked softly, stepping further into the room.

Olivia stirred first, her dark eyes blinking open to find Alex standing there. A slow, guilty smile spread across her lips. “Hey,” she said, her voice still husky from sleep and… other things.

Casey, more sensitive to tone, shifted in Olivia’s arms and turned her head toward Alex. The moment her eyes met Alex’s, she winced slightly, already anticipating the teasing scolding. “Lexie…” she murmured, her voice soft, as if that one word could erase whatever they’d done.

Alex crossed her arms, pretending to be unimpressed, though the warmth in her eyes betrayed her. “Do I even want to know what started this?”

Olivia stretched languidly in the bed, her muscles flexing subtly beneath her skin, a lazy grin playing on her lips. One that sent a shiver down Alex’s body. “You know how it goes,” she said, her voice deep and unapologetic. “We… had a disagreement.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, though her gaze flickered to the way Olivia’s hand absentmindedly trailed down Casey’s back, tracing the curve of her spine, fingers brushing against her skin. “A disagreement?” she repeated, voice dry. “Is that what you’re calling it?”

Casey shifted under the sheets, biting her lip as she met Alex’s eyes, her own gaze playful. “We’re sorry,” she said softly, slipping out from under the covers to reach toward Alex, leaving her on display for Alex to see, her mouth almost watering at the sight of Casey naked and covered by hickeys Olivia had placed all over her. She sat on her knees on the bed in front of Alex, her fingers brushing Alex’s thigh. “Come here?”

Alex sighed, though she could feel need shoot down to her core when Casey started to unbutton her pants. She felt Olivia’s eyes on them, filled with lust when she saw Casey’s hand dip into Alex's panties. The warmth of Casey’s hand against her made her breath catch in her throat. She couldn’t stay annoyed—not when they both looked at her like that, not when Casey was playing with her, gently teasing her.

Olivia’s dark eyes watched them carefully, and she looked like she was about to drool at the sight. “Come on, Alex,” she murmured, her voice dipping low as she shifted in the bed, the sheet sliding down her body, leaving Alex to feel like she had too many clothes. “You know we didn’t mean to exclude you, and we didn’t mean to leave the house a mess.”

Alex’s breath hitched slightly at the way Olivia’s voice dropped, the unspoken invitation hanging in the air. She had always been the one to hold back, the one who kept her head cool, but even she wasn’t immune to the pull between them—especially not when they both looked at her like this.

With a small shake of her head, Alex lifted Casey’s chin up, pulling her into a deep kiss, her tongue dipping into her mouth, making Casey’s fingers pause their movements. "Stop teasing me, darling."

Olivia stood, going behind Alex, kissing her neck, pressing her body against hers. Her fingers trailed along Alex’s arm in a way that sent a shiver down her spine, and soon enough, Olivia was pulling her shirt off in one swift movement, while Casey pushed her pants down, leaving her in just the dark blue set she had put on that morning. “We missed you,” Olivia whispered, unclasping Alex's bra and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Casey’s hand slid up Alex’s chest, tracing light patterns across her skin, squeezing, and then going up to bring one of Alex's nipples into her mouth, sucking gently while her other hand played with Alex's clit over her underwear, making her let out a small moan. “We’re sorry we fought.”

Olivia’s hand gently cupped Alex's jaw, her thumb tracing the line of her lips before leaning in to place a slow, deliberate kiss. “We’ll make it up to you,” she whispered, her voice low and full of intent as she pressed another kiss, this time deeper, similar to the one she'd shared with Casey.

As Alex’s lips parted under Olivia’s, Casey’s hands resumed their path, tracing upward from Alex’s hips to her breasts. Casey’s breath was warm against her skin as she murmured against her neck, “Yeah, we’ll make it right.”

Alex shivered, torn between amusement and desire, though the edge in her voice softened as her body responded to their touch. “I should be mad at both of you,” she whispered, her voice breathless as their hands continued to explore her body, leaving no part untouched. Alex’s fingers threaded through Olivia’s dark hair, pulling her in closer as she watched the fire in Olivia's eyes grow darker. “But I’d rather you show me how sorry you are.”

That was all the encouragement they needed. Casey crawled back onto the bed while Olivia gently pushed Alex to follow. Settling back against Casey’s chest, Alex let out a soft sigh as Casey’s hands slid around to cup her breasts, fingers teasing her hardened nipples while laying kisses along her shoulder and jaw.

Alex’s breath hitched when she caught sight of Olivia making her way up the bed, settling between her legs. Olivia's teasing smile sent a spark of anticipation through Alex as she ran a finger over the damp spot on Alex's underwear. “You're already so wet for us, baby,” she teased, her voice low and teasing.

Alex whimpered when Olivia’s finger traced the fabric, her back arching against Casey. Olivia slowly peeled the last barrier of clothing away, her lips leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down Alex's thighs. Her tongue flicked out to leave a few small bites and marks, each one sending a shudder through Alex’s body until she was writhing in Casey's arms.

“Olivia Benson, I swear to God, if you don't stop teasing me—” Alex’s words were cut off by a gasp as Olivia tugged her panties down and Casey pinched her nipples, pulling her further into her hold.

Olivia's fingers finally dipped between Alex’s legs, gliding through her slick folds before finding her clit, tracing it with a slow, torturous rhythm. Alex's hips bucked instinctively, her breath coming out in shallow pants as Olivia played with her, her pace agonizingly slow. When Olivia’s fingers finally pushed into her, Alex moaned softly, her body arching in response. Casey’s hand found its way down between Alex's legs, gently rubbing her clit in tandem with Olivia's movements.

“That’s it, baby,” Casey whispered against Alex's ear, her voice sending shivers down her spine. “Let us hear you.”

Alex, typically the quieter one of the three, let out a louder moan as the pleasure intensified, her voice filling the room. Olivia’s fingers curled inside her, searching for that perfect spot while her mouth continued to trail kisses up Alex's thighs.

Alex’s body clenched around Olivia's fingers as she neared the edge, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Casey turned her head, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as Olivia's fingers worked faster and deeper inside her.

When Alex finally broke the kiss, her voice was hoarse as she begged, “Please… please!”

Olivia smirked, almost tempted to tease her more but relented, curling her fingers in just the right way. “Cum for me, baby,” she commanded, her voice rough with desire as both she and Casey pushed Alex over the edge.

Alex’s orgasm ripped through her, her back arching off the bed as she cried out, her body shaking as they continued to work her through the waves of pleasure. Olivia held her hips down as her fingers continued pumping into her until Alex was trembling, completely spent.

Her breathing came in heavy, ragged gasps as she tried to regain control, her body still twitching slightly when Olivia finally removed her fingers. Casey and Olivia laid soft kisses across her skin, Olivia making her way back up to Alex’s face, her fingers wet from where they had been inside her.

Without hesitation, Olivia brought those fingers to Casey’s mouth, who took them eagerly, sucking them clean, her eyes dark with lust. Alex moaned softly, watching them, her body still thrumming with aftershocks.

“You taste so good, baby,” Casey purred in Alex's ear, pulling Olivia’s fingers deeper into her mouth before finally letting go.

Olivia grinned, her eyes flicking between the two women. “Why don’t you get an even better taste of her while I grab a little surprise?” she suggested, her voice thick with need. She gently pulled Casey from under Alex, guiding her out of bed.

As Casey stood, Olivia gestured for Alex to scoot closer to the edge of the bed. When Casey bent over the mattress, her face inches from Alex's still-wet core, Alex already knew what Olivia had in mind.

Olivia disappeared briefly into the bathroom, emerging moments later with their dark blue strap-on—the one Casey loved the most. She strutted over, leaning over Casey’s back, gripping her hair softly. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and eat Alex out while you take my strap, okay?”

Casey’s pupils were blown wide as she nodded eagerly. But Olivia wasn’t satisfied with that. A firm slap landed on Casey’s ass, making her gasp. “I need you to say it.”

“Yes! Please… please fuck me, Liv,” Casey begged, arching her back and lifting her hips to give Olivia better access.

“Well, go on, then,” Olivia urged, pressing herself against Casey. “Make her cum.”

Casey wasted no time, diving in between Alex’s legs, her tongue immediately licking through her folds. Alex’s head fell back as the first touch of Casey’s mouth sent sparks through her still-sensitive body.

Behind her, Olivia teased the tip of the strap against Casey’s entrance, slipping just the head in before pulling back, drawing out a desperate moan from Casey. The obscene sounds of Casey eating Alex out, paired with Alex’s quiet, breathless gasps, drove Olivia to push deeper inside Casey, setting a steady rhythm as her hips moved in time with Casey’s tongue.

“Fuck… Case…” Alex moaned, her voice high and breathy as Casey’s tongue flicked across her clit. Olivia thrust into Casey harder, her own breath growing ragged as she watched them both fall apart beneath her. She reached down, rubbing Casey’s clit as she fucked her deeper, feeling Casey clench tightly around the strap.

Casey’s moans were muffled against Alex, her movements frantic as she chased her release, her tongue slipping in and out of Alex in time with Olivia’s thrusts. Alex grabbed a fistful of Casey’s hair, her hips bucking against her mouth as she felt herself reaching the edge once again.

“Come on, baby,” Olivia encouraged, her voice hoarse with lust as she thrust harder. “Let go.”

It only took another flick of Casey’s tongue and the roll of Olivia’s hips to send Alex spiraling into another orgasm. Her cries filled the room, her body jerking against Casey’s face as Olivia slammed into her from behind.

Casey came right after, her whole body trembling as Olivia’s hand pressed harder against her clit, pushing her over the edge. They both moaned in unison, their bodies shaking as they rode out their pleasure together, their gasps for breath filling the air between them.

Olivia finally slowed her thrusts, collapsing onto Casey’s back, who in turn, fell against Alex. The three of them lay there, tangled together in a heap of exhausted, satisfied bodies.

Alex was the first to move, tilting Casey’s chin up and kissing her deeply, tasting herself on Casey’s tongue before pulling back to kiss Olivia as well, giving her a taste.

They stayed that way for a long while, content to bask in the afterglow. Alex played with Casey’s hair, Olivia still nestled deep inside her, laying soft kisses on her back. Eventually, Olivia pulled out, discarding the strap beside the bed, her breath still ragged as she settled back between Alex and Casey. The room was filled with the lingering heat of their shared passion, the three of them tangled in a mess of limbs and slow, steady breaths.

Olivia pressed soft kisses against the back of Casey’s neck, her lips trailing up to the corner of her jawline, while her hand found Alex’s, threading the sound of their ragged breaths. Casey hummed, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her release as she nestled closer to Alex, her lips brushing the blonde’s collarbone.

“Maybe you two need to fight more often,” Alex teased, her voice hoarse but playful as she smirked at them. Olivia chuckled softly, her chest rumbling beneath the weight of their bodies.

“You know, you’re insatiable, Cabot,” Olivia murmured against her skin, nipping lightly at her shoulder before leaning over to kiss her deeply, tasting the remnants of the moment still fresh on her lips. When Olivia finally pulled away, she kissed Casey’s cheek, feeling her smile against her mouth.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Casey replied with a tired laugh, her hand finding Alex’s waist and pulling her closer. “But… maybe next time we can skip the fighting and go straight to the making up.”

Alex rolled her eyes playfully but squeezed Casey’s hand, her thumb brushing over her knuckles as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind slowly drifting away from the haze of pleasure. Alex closed her eyes, she exhaled a slow, steady breath, feeling the comfort of their presence, in the way they touched her, in the way they loved her.

For a long while, they simply lay there, wrapped up in each other, the afternoon sun casting soft golden light over their entwined bodies. The rhythm of their breathing slowed, and eventually, Casey shifted, pulling the blanket up over the three of them, cocooning them in warmth. She pressed her lips to Alex’s temple and whispered, “Rest, baby.”

Olivia’s arm draped over them both, pulling them in closer. “Love you,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips brushing the top of Alex’s head.

And with that, Alex’s eyes fluttered closed, a contented smile on her lips. The three of them drifted off to sleep, the tension from earlier completely gone.

#Casey Novak x Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson #smut #just smut #went a bit feral with this one #alex cabot #casey novak #olivia benson #Casey Novak x Olivia Benson #law and order svu

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