#TY FOR INDULGING ME I APPRECIATE THIS ASK SO MUCH

[captainclervals]

2 lazy to log into my frankenstein acc to send this anyway…

i’ve made a post abt this b4 on clervalsteins i think maybe not actually but i do really enjoy exploring the idea of walton teaching victor love again (even if it’s never mutual romantic love between them), especially after henry. how much would victor have to relearn and understand while also finding out things that are new . . . IDK IF THIS MAKES SENSE !! but it’s just the idea of victor finding a sense of love again in walton whether it’s platonic or romantic, in ways that clerval couldn’t touch because they were special to walton or ways that hadn’t been touched Since him.

either way victor would never share those thoughts with walton since he’s terrified of hurting another person… ANYWAY sorry if you literally can’t answer this i just saw u wanted to talk abt frankenstein to people but i am horrible at dms so i send this

I saved this for when i could sit and type up a response at length because YOU ARE SO RIGHT. YOU. YOU GET IT. POINTS.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE CONCEPT!! I don't know why it appeals to me so much bahaha it's not just tragedy (the effects of which might be painful but are so interesting to explore in stories) but it's also the. hmm. hm. the opportunity for them both to learn something new, to improve their worst qualities, to unwittingly stumble across a compromise by each giving up what they want most and finding that by giving up their own selfish hopes or desires and no longer trying to apply certain roles to each other, they can learn who each other really is and appreciate for who they are, not who they hope they'd be

wait this has to go under a readmore i'm about to ramble so much

because like. at the start. there's so much one-sided passion and walton falls in love with the concept of victor more than who victor really is. he knows his whole life story yet doesn't really know him at all, he's just this picture of someone educated and refined who made that expedition into the uncharted territory of science and discovered something incredible and he's everything that walton admires and wishes to be and there's this weird.... parasocial element... he knows everything about him factually but doesn't truly know him personally and theres a massive gap to be bridged

i've written up so many fics on this concept but i LOVE speculating on the possibilities of how their relationship could have developed. walton is simultaneously the perfect person to teach victor to love again but also the worst person. he shares some of victor's worst unhealthiest traits, but he also has enough traits similar to henry that victor can't just close off from him entirely even though its agonizing to receive that sort of tenderness and hear that poetry coming from someone else. if victor keeps his eyes shut, the hands tucking his blankets around him or smoothing back his hair feel so familiar, but not in the comforting way that grounds him and reminds him that he's safe, but familiar like a ghost of someone he loved, and it only reminds him of what's not there anymore

and he commits himself to taking walton as his second chance, not seeing him as his own person worthy of respect and honesty and understanding, but as someone victor can make it up to, a chance to do things differently. if he hurt walton, not only would he have the guilt of him alone, but another fresh wave of the guilt he's had over henry, and his family, like it's happening all over again and he knows he can't handle that so he resigns to appeasing walton just to stave off that guilt—but doesn't consider the guilt of hiding his feelings from walton and confusing him and making him feel even more distanced because he can tell victor is unhappy, but victor is an expert at not telling the truth about the reasons for his misery and didn't learn his lesson about telling the truth, however bitter and painful, to save those around him even more pain, so by keeping it to himself in hopes of not hurting walton he just hurts him even more

they could both learn SO MUCH through each other in repairing their faults.... and i'd like to think that with time together, they do start learning who they really are. victor doesnt have to feel like he owes walton what he gave or couldnt give to henry. walton realizes that victor is just another person, deeply flawed, and instead of elevating him on a pedestal and keeping himself beneath him, he starts to see him on equal grounds. he wasnt a beautiful mysterious gift left by some divine intervention in waltons path meant just for him to fill that empty place in his heart like nobody else could—he's just a person who lived his own life and made his own decisions. and even though walton spent his life longing for someone just like victor, already in love with him before theyd ever even met, itd never mattered to victor whether walton existed at all, and when he accepts that it opens up a new kind of respect. the healthy kind of respect between friends, the kind that lets you talk candidly and be honest and set boundaries and love each other a lot more as a result

I much prefer an outcome of like. its never mutually romantic, and as much as walton craves that type of relationship, he knows victor doesn't want it, and he accepts that and respects it and is content to have him in his life in any capacity. and to some degree victor can't understand it because he knows walton wants that intimacy, how can he be happy with it out of reach? he's an explorer at heart, his dream is to be the first to set foot where nobody else has, shouldnt victor be that temptation for him? but he never tries to recklessly conquer his heart despite that overwhelming level of devotion and passion.

and slowly victor could realize that there's different ways to love,, he would hate to acknowledge that what he feels is love because he's learned how love puts people in dangerous situations—look what happened to everyone else he loved, admitting love is just putting a target of misfortune on them, admitting it would be telling the rest of the world to turn on them—but could he actually call it love? it doesnt feel anything like he felt for his siblings, or the rest of his family, or his friends, or henry, and somehow it's both the familiar and unfamiliar in one, and secure and confusing, and he doesn't want to delve into uncharted territory anymore or learn new secrets about the depths of human emotion or pinpoint something else undiscovered—he didnt give his creation a name and he doesnt even want to try giving this a name. if he doesnt give it a name, he can't claim it and it can't be a part of him

meanwhile walton doesnt even consider the semantics. he doesnt need to justify how he feels by separating it from everything else and putting it in a box. he loves victor in a different way than hes ever loved anyone else and he's so acutely aware of how overwhelming and consuming it is but he knows that it's still love, and that the love he feels for victor doesn't replace or negate the love he feels for his sister or his nieces or his friends. and victor can slowly learn that aspect too, learn that feeling and accepting a new love doesnt mean he's replacing the old ones, or dismissing them, or trying to forget they ever existed, and a fresh love that brings him happiness doesnt mean he's just selfishly moving on from the ones who suffered. his brothers and sister and parents and friends and henry all loved him, they wouldnt want him to wander alone and aimless in misery the rest of his life, they would want him to find love and safety somewhere

and the moment he stops living like a martyr and piously renouncing any comforts or joys in life and devoting himself to emotional suffering just to "make up" in any degree for what he's done, he actually could start recovering and growing. then he could genuinely start pouring love and energy and compassion into others the way he never truly could when he was focused so much on himself and his own feelings and maybe at some point he could accept that, while it is a tragedy that he couldn't have given so much of himself in the past to those he loved, and while maybe he could have prevented so many of those disasters, what he does in the present is still worth it

[taintedcigs]

— late night blues

pairing: roommate bsf!eddie munson x f!reader

summary: you can’t seem to sleep, so eddie offers to drive you around, but you have something else in mind that can make you relax and help you fall asleep faster; his fingers. (wc: 3.1k+)

author's note: not proofread. entirely self-indulgent. and normally i would gaf about interactions but i literally dont rn. i needed this <3 and for all my insomniacs out there... i appreciate u and i am u. hope this is like a warm/horny hug to all of u as much as it is to me. bc i need it desperately. the ending is kinda rushed i am so v sorry. pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Hogging the blanket you sank deeper into the couch, the light illuminating from the TV screen enough to have you squinting, but never enough to lull you into sleep.

You huff, impatiently, trying to shut off the voices in your head, thoughts swirling around everywhere and anywhere, making it impossible to let you embrace the sweet sleep you so desperately need.

"Why are you awake?" A low groan of Eddie's voice almost startles you, slight gasp leaving your lips, making you sit up straight with a deep breath.

"Couldn't sleep," you shrugged, "didn't wanna wake you."

"Should've," he grumbles, stomping on his way next to you, "y'know I can't sleep knowing you're awake, right?" A lazy smile is placed on his lips when he slouches right next to you.

The couch sinks with the impact and so does your stomach, the implications of his words not going unnoticed, the two of you have always been close, too fucking close to being considered as just friends.

Yet, none of you ever made any effort.

And you were growing tired of it, because, shit, did you like him. And a part of you, as well as everyone else in the gang kept teasing you about, told you he liked you too. Just waiting to be pushed.

"Wanna smoke?" He asked with a hum, "might help you sleep better." The brunette placed a lazy kiss on your forehead, another act the two of you always did, affectionate, too affectionate to be just friends, yet none of you ever dwelled on it, despite it leaving your entire body on fire in its wake, and Eddie's stomach churn with delight as you always smiled up at him. Sweet, almost peaceful, making you nod quietly, looking so fatigued that his chest ached for you.

"Was t'tired... couldn't roll one." You point toward the mess on the coffee table, grinder open with strains stuck in it, crumpled-up rolling papers, and a bunch of filters sprawled everywhere.

"How about we take a drive, princess?" He asks with a slight tilt of his head, the pad of his thumb slowly circling your face, tender and making you melt into him.

You shake your head quickly, not wanting to bother him in any way. "Eds, it's too late, I don't want you to-"

But he's quick to scoff. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Eddie, I mean it, we can just smoke this here and-" He tuts you quickly, already getting up, his Garfield sweatpants fully in view, making you giggle.

He takes your hand in his, dragging you while you huff and puff. "Grab a jacket or one of my hoodies, and let's fuckin' roll, honey."

Once you throw over one of his oversized hoodies, he almost carries you to the car, not wanting you to lose that sleepy state, knowing that it'd be hard for you to get it back.

You buckle your seatbelt, just watching him in his groove, head falling into the headrest as you admire him rolling a joint so quickly that it makes your head spin. "How the fuck can you do that?" You groan, "'s not fair." A pout overtakes your lips, causing him to grin. He wants to kiss it away, yet all he does is tuck the strands of your hair that are covering your features, turning your lips into a mellow smile, matching his.

"Well it helps if you were a dealer in high school." He rambles, a hearty giggle escaping from your lips, "I'll teach you some time too, honey, promise." You nod in acceptance, and another kiss is planted on your forehead, one you happily accept, let his warmth overtake your skin, eyes glazy and lidded as you look up at him, sleep deprivation so apparent in your face that it tugs at Eddie's heartstrings, seeing you this miserable. And not being able to do anything about it. Yet.

Quickly retrieving the lighter from his back pocket, he places the rollie on his lips, letting the igniting flame heat it quickly, sizzling sound as he inhales a small huff before passing it onto you calming you further.

You suck on it with a hum, watching the way Eddie quickly turns on the ignition, windows rolled down, the same relaxing tape playing over and over again, volume dimmed, Good Feeling by Violet Femmes serves as a background drop, one of your favorite songs, and of course, Eddie knows it.

The velvety dark sky steals your attention as you once again suck on the fragrant joint gently cradled between your fingers. Letting it engulf and numb you, for your bloodshot eyes to have a reason other than being restless.

A gentle breeze whispers through the cranked windows, rustling your hair in front of your face, making you giggle lightly. Three puffs, and you are already feeling giddy, "not too strong is it?" he asks, glancing at you with the biggest grin on his face, amber hues watching you intently.

"Nuh-uh," you hum, and his hand tenderly droops down to your thighs, giving you three gentle squeezes as a form of comfort. At least, he intends it to be for comfort.

But all you can think about is how thick and warm his fingertips are, cladded rings bringing a coldness that makes you hiss, tummy doing a flip as your hazy mind craves more.

It is the last piece of the puzzle you need to finally fall into that deep slumber, Eddie making you cum on his long fingers, curling inside of you, rings slicked with your juices, it's all you can think about.

You whine at your thoughts, throat growing dry at them, not knowing if it is cotton mouth or how stunning Eddie looks while focused on the road.

The perfect side profile that you can't help but admire; chiseled jaw with the slightest stubble that you'd do anything to have it rubbing against your clit right about now, Adam's apple bobbing slightly the more he gulped, lips plushy and so soft that you wanted nothing more than to bite into them, have them suckling your neck.

Fuck, this could be it, couldn't it?

You were already a bit dizzy, giving you enough courage to ask him to, and if he rejected you, you could always just turn it into a joke, couldn't you?

You rasp a desperate breath when his hands squeeze your thigh again, prominent veins making you mewl. His head cocks towards you in worry at the sound, "you okay?"

You barely register his words, gaze too focused on the tempting hold he has on you, "hmm?"

He quirks a brow, a smirk playing on his lips when he realizes how hazed you are, "are you hungry or something, sweetheart?"

Yeah, you were. Hungry for him.

You shake your head slightly. "You sure?" He asks, more attentive, and you can feel your wetness pool around your thighs, slicking you.

"Mhmm," you reply, head turning to meet his gaze, and when he slightly tilts his head, his shaggy bangs fall onto his forehead, making you gulp physically, he looks beautiful.

"Do you want anything?"

If he was any more attentive, you were going to crawl into his lap and grind on his bulge that hugged the print of Garfield on his sweatpants, "Nope," you gulped, prying your eyes away from the outline of his huge cock forcefully.

"Need anything?"

"You." The words slipped past your lips without any interference from you, it's like your subconscious was doing all the talking you had been so afraid of.

The insomnia and weed becoming a dangerous combo.

He choked out a laugh, cheeks crimson red, spreading across his bone like crushed raspberries. "Hah, funny aren't ya?"

He avoided your gaze, yet your head snapped to meet his. "Eddie- I-I mean it."

"Sweetheart," he mumbled, a low groan awaiting in his throat.

Doe-eyed, melting, and pleading hues finally met his. "P-please, Eddie, need it so bad, need to cum, relax," you coaxed, hand placed on his, squeezing it back, causing a drawl of sigh out of him.

He can't bring himself to ease into your touch, his lips quivering at the thought of finding you soaking for him, "Honey, you're high," he tries to reason, voice squeaky pitch, he wants it, so goddamn bad, but he can't take advantage of you in any way.

You huff, disagreeingly. "Oh, c'mon, Eddie, I just took like three huffs, you know I'm not a lightweight!"

"Sweetheart, I know but it doesn't feel right-"

"But I'm begging you to!" Your pleading voice crushes him, cock stirring just at your squeaky tone, you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"Y-you have no idea how fucking stupid I feel for turning you down when all I want to-" He sighed. "I don't wanna do anything that you might regret."

You huff at that, does he not realize how desperately you want him? How badly you have wanted him all this time?

"Fuck, Eddie, just-" Fingertips graze his once you grab his rough hands, they are powerless in your hold, and you're quick to dip them down your pajamas, rubbing them against your cotton panties that are now entirely soaked with your juices. "Do you feel that?" Your voice is shaky, and low groans rumble in his chest, his focus on the road becoming dizzy.

It feels surreal, you begging for him, for his fingers, how wet your panties feel just because of him. His brain can't comprehend a thought, your name slipping past his lips like prayers.

He can't help but press his hand further against your panties, just to feel more of you, cock straining against his own cage of boxers, knuckles white from the harsh grip he has on the steering wheel.

And you can see the desperation in his eyes, spurring you more and more. "How fucking wet I am just because you squeezed my thigh? Do you think I'd regret anything when I'm this soaked for you?"

He can't help it, roaring the engine again before he abruptly comes to a stop on the side of the road, his mind too dizzy to comprehend anyfuckingthing. "Fucking christ, baby, I-"

You interrupt him again, head lulling to his side, giving him those desperate, lewd eyes again. "I've wanted this for so fucking long, Eddie, p-please, you said you'd help me sleep... relax, I'm more than okay with it."

You know he's on the verge of caving in, he wants this as much as you do. "Angel..." he mumbles, tone so pornographically lustful that you feel the need to show him how much you want him.

You shove his hands inside of your panties in frustration, and he groans lightly at it, fingertips run up and down your slit, never entering your hole, taking his time to fully feel how badly you want him.

He collects your wetness at the tip of his digits, smearing them over the hood of your clit, earning a shallow gasp from you, just enough to break him, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, you're soaked," he grunts, eyes watching you hungrily.

"Mhmm, all for you," you hum, head thrown comfortably into the headrest, eyes lulling. He runs his fingertips over your sides, teasing, covering you in your juices, and all you can do is mewl for him.

A digit slips inside of you easily, making you moan so loud that Eddie's cock aches in the confinements of his sweats, admiring the way your mouth gapes at how good his fingers feel. "God, you're perfect like this, princess," he hums, fingertips circling around your clit, knowing exactly what to do to get you worked up.

It makes you whimper pathetically, turns out Eddie really does know you. So much so that all you want to do is cum on his thick fingers, have him take you home, make you bounce on his cock again and again.

He pushes another finger inside of you, watching the way your cunt takes his fingers all greedily. You're the one who's supposed to be high, yet he feels dizzy, so fucking dizzy that he can barely comprehend it.

This is all real, you just begged him to finger you, and now you're mewling on his fingers, pussy throbbing as he stretches you out slowly.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, listening to the sweet sounds of your whimpers, "doin' so good f'me," his praises drive you even crazier, and loud moans escape from your parted lips the more his thumb circles around your clit.

"So greedy, hmm?" He coos condescendingly, relishing in the pretty faces you make, his ring finger joining inside of your soppy cunt easily, "E-Eddie," you mumble, lost in him, fully.

His fingers pump in and out of you at a rough pace, getting you closer and closer to the edge, he can feel your cunt squeezing his ringed fingers desperately.

"You close, angel?" He grunts, and a sheen of heat creeps its way across your chest and up your throat at how good he is, all you can do is nod pathetically, too dizzy and too lost in his fingers to even speak.

You take your plump bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stiffle your pathetic moans, but once he adds another finger, cold rings brushing against your clit, you can't help yourself.

"E-Eddie, fuck!" You moan, and he watches in awe, keeps his praises up, eager to see what you look like when you cum. He knows you'll be even prettier, screaming out his name, soaking his fingers in your pretty juices.

Your chest heaves with how much you're feeling him, stuffed full of his fingers, you can't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you. Shit, maybe next time.

You pathetically rut your hips into his fingers, and he groans so filthily that your body feels frail, "That's it, baby," he praises. "Use me, honey, use my fingers to get yourself off."

Your face contorts with the sweetest pain and pleasure, his fingers plunged deep inside of you, padded thumb still continuing it's circles. Once his fingers curl inside of you, you know you’re a fucking goner.

Each of his movements, his touch, ignites a fire within you that is heightened by the weed, you are so desperate to cum that you don't even realize how pathetically you've been soaking his fingers, so wet and Eddie relishes in it.

"Oh, f-fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You moan out once you feel that dizzying pleasure bubbling in your chest, he can feel your pussy flutter around his thick fingers, making his chest swell with pride. "Mhmm, just like that, darlin', cum on my fingers."

It's all the confirmation you need before you cry out his name again, back arching as pleasure explodes inside of your stomach, vision growing white and dizzy. Your fucked out face, pathetic moans, and your gaping mouth making Eddie's cock strain tighter and tighter, as if that’s even possible.

His fingers don't leave your soppy cunt until he makes sure you ride your orgasm out, relishing in the pretty expressions your face contorts to as you fall apart for him.

Bringing a stupid wide grin to his face that has you feeling giddier. The weight of what the two of you did doesn't dawn yet, you're too tired, too fucked out to care, and all Eddie can think about is going back to the trailer and rubbing one out while thinking about the pretty sounds you made, the pretty shapes your face took as you came on his fingers. His.

He'll think about how pretty your eyes look rolled all the way back inside of your head when he's slamming into you, cock stuffed inside of you, parted lips repeating his name like a fucking prayer. Your tight cunt fluttered around his cock, milking him dry.

With a groan, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking clean the remains of you, pathetically groaning at how sweet you taste. You watch him with lulled eyes, breath growing heavier, and if you weren’t about to pass out, you’d beg him for more, have his hard cock stuffed inside of you.

“Tastes so goddamn sweet,” he grunts, licking any taste of you left off his lips, your sweet juices engrained in his tastebuds.

You blink quickly to process all of it, mind numbed out. Fuck, he’s making this so goddamn hard for you.

“E—Eddie,” you say breathlessly, chest heaving as a shy smile appears on your lips, mind hazy as you try to form words. "T-that was amazing, shit."

"Yeah?" He beams, the praise is all he needs. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes glimmered at his words, air between the two of you was charged with a sweet tension. Breaths almost synchronized with the way both of your chests rose and fell on the rhythm of what just fucking happened. And all the feelings that led up to it.

You wanted to talk about it, take this further, maybe even continue back home.

But sleep began to settle inside of you, eyelids betrayed your pent-up feelings for him, already drooping in surrender.

And of course, Eddie knew by the sheepish smile you gave him, you were almost on the brink of sleep, and it was more important than his stupid feelings because the two of you had all the time in the world to talk about... whatever this was, tomorrow.

But if you lost your sleepy state, he knew you'd never get it back, “You sleepy yet?" He asked, thoughtful, caring gaze watching you intently, making you nod.

"Mhmm," you hummed, "But, Eddie..."

"Yeah?" He prompted, eager to soak up each and every one of your words.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing," you admitted, shyly, your heart leaping out of your chest in excitement.

"Thank fucking God." Slipped past his lips unintentionally, causing a hearty giggle to bubble up within you, easing away all of your worries.

Pools of warmth swam in his gaze, fully melting into you. "Me neither, sweetheart," he whispered, starting the car again, engine humming to life.

He met you with a saccharine smile. "But we have all the time to talk about that tomorrow, promise."

It hung in the air, the promise, almost like a warm hug engulfing you. All the confirmation you need.

"You just go to sleep, now, honey, I'll carry you inside," he urged, pressing a light kiss onto your forehead.

"T-thank you," you hummed, resting your head comfortably, deep slumber not taking long to find you while he watched intently, mind still running with thoughts of you.

Both of you had no clue what would happen with this; yet, you were now sure that this wouldn't remain as a one-time thing.

After all, you had a hard time sleeping almost every night, thankfully, you would now have Eddie to fix that.

[bbyquokka]

Dom Channie just making you take care of him

So like, he tells you what to do and then you're in cute clothes and you have to make "Daddy feel good" n stuff

*hides face in hands*

making him feel good

SMUT BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

cw: gender-neutral reader, established relationship, dom chan, sub reader, daddy kink, fellatio (bj)

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his gaze is piercing you. you feel suffocated with his dominant aura. you did everything he asked of you today and chan is very impressed with how well behaved you've been.

unfortunately, he had to leave to run some errands during the day but the didn't stop him from texting you and instructing you on what he expects to see when he comes back home.

he wanted you dressed all pretty for him. he expected you to be there at his beck and call as soon as he walks through the front door and that's exactly what happened.

the errands he ran caused him to be a little bit stressed and annoyed so he needed some downtime – specifically he needed you.

in his own greedy and selfish way, he wants to use you and indulge in you so when you rushed to the door looking all cute and adorable just like he asked, did he tingle with excitement.

“that's it. keep going.” he groans from his seat on the sofa. his soft, yet firm hands caressing your cheek as your mouth is stuffed to the brim. the corner of your lips stretching and burning slightly, tears welling in your eyes as you struggle to take him all due to his size and girth.

deep grunts and moans would fall past his lips every time you did something he especially liked which encouraged you to keep going.

“dressed so pretty for me. making daddy feel good.”

you look up at chan from your position as you stroke his length. you keep your mouth on his tip, sucking and swirling your tongue around it. chan frowns a little and strokes your kiss bitten lips.

“daddy didn't say stop.” his voice is low and authoritative. it makes you shiver and tingle, abdomen fluttering and feeling hot.

“sorry daddy.” you whisper before taking him back in your mouth again. you flatten your tongue to stroke the underside of him, head bobbing and saliva spilling from the corners of your lips.

“fuck. that's it. keep going. just like that. you're so good for daddy. ” chan groans as his head kicks back. he rakes his fingers through your hair, tugging slightly.

your jaw starts to ache a little and as much you want to stop, you decide against it. chan is selfish when he is like this and only cares about his own needs and pleasure. you dare go against him.

after a few more sucks, he pulls out off you and grabs you by the bicep. he lifts you up and onto his lap so you straddle him.

with a mischievous smirk, he holds your waist and pulls you flush on his penis.

“your mouth is good and all, but i know a much better way to make daddy feel good.”

[carnivalteller]

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

billy loomis/reader/stu macher

summary: you’re exploring new relationships after a rough breakup with one of the more ‘popular’ boys.

tags: arguments, jealousy, crying, emotional hurt/comfort, eventually making up, protective billy and stu, small fights, toxic ex boyfriends, brooke and emma are good friends

recap: Billy digests his best friend’s words. Sidney, or the two people that provide him with shelter when his asswipe dad and deadbeat mom throw him out, the people who hold him and laugh with him… the people he’s grown to care for. “Whatever man.” Billy grumbles, getting up. “Don’t go, dude…” Stu sighs, yet Billy leaves, shutting your door behind him. He wouldn’t go far, Stu knew that. He’d probably go for a walk and clear his head then come back. Melting into your hold, Stu decides on taking a quick nap, tired after the confrontation. He can only hope that things smooth over.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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Billy didn’t come back that night. Stu explained to you briefly why and what had transpired. You were upset, as you had the right to be, yet Stu was nice about it. The two of you decided on going to the local coffee shop, and Stu gets to know your friend Emma a little more. She’s sweet and gives you both your coffees on a ‘friend-discount’. The two of you chat briefly before leaving before you held up a line, and Stu notices you seem a little happier. He has no shame holding your hand in public. The two of you weren’t entirely official, yet you both kind of enjoyed the PDA. Billy never indulged it, always rather standoffish in public. You never pressure him, giving him a kind smile and only sometimes gently touching his arm or back in public when he’s busy doing something.

You and Stu walk into the local DVD store- which doubled as a comic store too, deciding on picking some new horror movies for the typical movie night you all held every Friday. You’ve stepped away, letting the ‘horror movie connoisseur’ (as Stu called himself) do his work. You’re browsing new issues of comics, none of them really catching your eye as you wait for Stu to come over. “Y/n?” A familiar voice makes your blood run cold, and you tense. You don’t turn, pretending not to have heard him. “Y/n, is that you?” A hand grasps your shoulder, forcing you to face him. Chandler. Your asshole ex boyfriend who left you high and dry on prom night whilst he banged Jennie Hawkins in the locker room. You were so lucky Stu and Billy were there for you. “What do you want, Chandler?” You ask, pulling away. “Look, babe- I’m so sorry-“

“Oh my God, don’t even right now. Get away from me!” You interrupt, pushing him slightly. Chandler doesn’t move, and keeps going. “Would you just listen? It was a one time thing!” He complains, grabbing both your arms in a tight grip. “Really? Because Brooke said otherwise. Did you really forget she was friends with Jennie for a while.” You deadpan, pushing against his chest; only for Chandler to tighten his grasp. It was beginning to hurt, so much you thought he might leave bruises. “That bitch doesn’t know anything! Come on, babe- don’t you trust me?”

“Get the fuck off her man!” Another voice snaps, pulling Chandler from you, yet almost pulling you with him. Shocked, your ex lets go, stumbling into a rack of comics and tumbling everything into clutter on the floor. “What the fuck dude?!” Chandler straightens up, puffing out his chest. “What the fuck is right, you didn’t hear her? She doesn’t want anything to do with you.” Billy snaps, ready to swing. “Oh- I know you. Billy Loomis, right? Town heartthrob.” Chandler chuckles, jutting his finger into Billy’s chest. The other narrows his eyes, readying to fight, even if everyone was looking. “You definitely stole her from me.” Chandler snarks, and Billy huffs out a sour laugh. “Nah, man. Not me, but thanks for the opportunity.” Billy gives a smile, it’s teasing and mocking. Chandler grows red in the face. “Oh yeah? If you didn’t steal her from me-“

“Hey, man. She’s not an object. Quit talking about her like that!” Stu frowns, approaching behind Chandler. All focus shifts to him. “She’s my girlfriend!” Chandler snaps, and Billy huffs out a laugh. “Not anymore she’s not.” He crosses his arms. “Didn’t we make that clear on prom night?” He reminds, and Chandler lets out a sour laugh. “You’re fucking both of them aren’t you, whore?” You sink back a little, back hitting the shelf. You want the world to swallow you whole and never spit you out again. “I knew it. I fucking knew it! Whatever. You’re fucking ugly and bad at giving head anyway. Enjoy my sloppy seconds freaks.” Chandler goes to storm off, but Billy snatches his shoulder, fist connecting with your ex’s mouth with a satisfying crack. Chandler stumbles to the floor, cradling his jaw in pain as he whines. A few choked noises escape his mouth as he attempts to talk, blood spilling past his lips. Billy leans down to his level, face close to his. “Enjoy broken teeth, asshole.” He snarls, grabbing your hand tightly as he extracts you from the crowd that had gathered. Stu decides on spitting at Chandler and flipping him off before trailing after the two of you.

“What the fuck-“ you begin, yet Billy raises his hands. “Look- Stu probably told you everything but I wanna say I’m sorry.” He tells you, and you scoff out a laugh. “Okay, sure. You’re ‘sorry’, but that doesn’t excuse assaulting my ex!” You complain, and Billy laughs. “He’s a fucking prick! You know that better than anyone!” He argues, gesturing with his hand. You notice some blood seeping from his knuckles and sigh. “He is, but you can get into serious trouble if he presses charges!” You cross your arms, noticing Stu lingering by. “Look, whatever, thank you for helping me… but I have a quick question.” You state, not letting him respond. “If you didn’t come back to mine last night, where were you?” You ask, relishing the silence. You already knew the answer. “So I went to Sidney’s so what?” Billy replies, and you let out a short laugh. “You slept with her, didn’t you?” You challenge, narrowing your eyes. Billy falls silent, not openly wanting to admit the truth. You roll your eyes, pulling his collar away from his neck. “You fucking slept with her. Are you kidding?! I couldn’t give a rats ass if you wanted to truly be with her but don’t give me false hope in the meantime!” You snap, eyes watering a little as you storm off. Stu gives Billy a sad look before jogging after you. “Baby, wait up.” He calls, falling into step beside you. “Come on, let’s go back to the café. You’re upset.” He mumbles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and gently rubbing your arm.

You end up in the far end café booth, crying softly as Emma and Brooke sit across from you and Stu. “He sounds like a cunt.” Brooke deadpans, pushing her cuticles back with a wooden stirrer. “Brooke!” Emma gasps, nudging her. “What? He does.” The blonde responds, glancing at Stu who sighs a little. “He can be, but still- he’s a good person.” He defends, unsure if he even can. “Is he? Do good people cheat?” Brooke asks sarcastically, watching Emma get up. “I’m gonna get everyone a refill.” She sighs, picking up the mugs. “Oh, Ems! Get me a strawberry and cream frappe please.” Brooke smiles innocently, “and an extra hot chocolate for y/n.” She adds on, grasping your hands and laying them before her on the table before grabbing some nail polish from her purse. “It’s self care time, baby, don’t worry.” Brooke smiles, gently patting your hands. You smile a little, sniffling. “Thanks, Brooke.”

“No problem.” The popular girl chirps, carefully pressing back your cuticles and deciding on filing your nails before applying the first coat. “Don’t get that everywhere or my boss will kill me!” Emma scolds, setting the drinks down. “Yeah, yeah. We won’t.” Brooke waves her off, blowing on your wet nails. You nudge Stu’s outer thigh with your knee, meeting his gaze with your watery one. You smile, it’s weak and small. “Thanks for coming after me, Stu. You didn’t have to.” You tell him, and he smiles brightly. “Of course I would. I couldn’t just let you wander around and get lost or hurt or harassed, or something.” Stu shrugs, leg linking with yours under the table. You carefully pick up your mug, sipping your coffee. “Uh, oh… trouble at 12 o’clock.” Brooke mumbles, sipping her frappe as she looks over your shoulder. You turn, and sure enough Billy is there. “Aw he brought flowers… maybe he is sorry.” Emma mumbles as Stu untangles his leg from yours, getting up to confront his best friend. You turn away from Billy’s kicked-puppy look, paying attention to Brooke as she begins telling a story.

“What’re you doing here man?” Stu asks, voice tired. “I uh… I ran all over town looking for you guys. I wanted to say I’m sorry, to both of you.” He mumbles, averting his saddened gaze. “I was just… mad… I had no where else to go, so I went to Sid’s.” He sighs, and Stu chuckles a little. “You did have somewhere to go. You could of come back.” He challenges, and Billy flinches. “Yeah… you’re right.” He admits, plastic wrap around the flowers crinkling in his nervous grasp. “It’s alright, man… but I’m not the one you should apologise to.” Stu looks at you, watching you giggle with Emma and Brooke. “You’re lucky she’s not in meltdown mode, her friends are great.” He adds on, and Billy nods. Mulling up his courage, he approaches the table. Brooke gives him an unsure look as he stands next to the table. You dip your head a little, mood seemingly deflating a little. “I uh… I’m sorry, y/n.” He mutters, and Brooke plainly laughs at him. “That’s it? You cheated and that’s what you have to say?” She snarks, and Emma sighs. “Brooke…” she silently scolds, and she simply giggles. “Its okay, Billy.” You sigh, and he feels like the world just forgave him unanimously. “No, it isn’t.” Brooke snaps. Well, almost the whole world.

“No Brooke it’s fine. We’re not even official and I’m just a clingy mess. I’m sorry, Billy. You can see Sidney if you want to.” You sigh as Stu leans over the back of the booth, head resting atop your head. “No, don’t be sorry, you’re right. It’s stupid of me to even consider seeing Sidney… if I want to be involved with you, I’ve got to let her go.” Billy sits beside you, meeting your gaze. You give him a small smile as he hugs you tight, ignoring Emma’s soft ‘awe’. “Hey, what about me?” Stu jokes, hugging you both over the booth. “Um hello? What about my nails.” Brooke interrupts, and you pull away. “Sorry, Brooke.” You mumble, smiling at her as you give her your hands.

The day ends rather nicely, and you head home. Your mother’s car is in the driveway, and you smile. Walking inside, you let Stu close the door behind you all. “Mom..!” You call, and she peers around the border of the kitchen door. “Hey, honey! Have you brought friends?” She asks, dipping back into the kitchen. The smell of food fills your senses and so you walk into the kitchen. “Yeah. It’s Billy and Stu, remember? From prom night?” You ask, and your mother thinks for a brief moment. “Oh, of course. It’s hard to forget them.” She smiles, checking the oven. “What’re you making?” You ask, noticing how tired her eyes looked. “Your favourite, lasagna.” She smiles, and you perk up a little. “Thanks, mom.” You smile back, and she nods. “I try. This one isn’t homemade this time.” She jokes and you fondly remember the two of you crying with laughter over the mess of a lasagna. “There’s enough for your friends.” She states, glancing at the two as they awkwardly hover by the door. “Hi, mrs l/n. Been staying out of trouble.” Stu smiles, and she chuckles. “As long as you’ve been getting into plenty.” She replies teasingly, watching his smug smile rise. Her attention shifts to Billy, watching him shuffle anxiously. “Are you alright, hun?” She asks softly, and he immediately nods. “Yes, ma’am.” He responds, almost automatically. “Oh, dear. I’m way too young to be a ‘ma’am’. Sharon will do.” She smiles, and you chuckle as Billy nods.

“Stay out of trouble, and try not to make too much noise tonight! I’ve got to get up early!” Your mother calls up the stairs after dinner. “Yes, mom!” You reply, walking into your room with a large stretch. “Home sweet home.” Stu jokes, flopping onto your bed. “Throw me the movie, I’ll put it on.” Billy states as Stu rifles through his bag, throwing some new low-budget horror film his way. “This looks awful.” Billy deadpans as he examines the front cover. “Read the back, man. It seems interesting.” Stu replies as you join him on the bed. “Whatever you say.” Billy mutters, skimming over the blurb before putting it into your dvd player and turning on your tv. He joins the two of you, your body squished between them. “You staying tonight?” You ask softly, and Billy hums. “Yeah. I’m staying.” He responds, catching a glimpse of a small smile on Stu’s lips. “Great.” You mumble, wrapping your arms around his torso as you huddle into him. Billy hums, arm wrapping around your middle. Stu’s arms encase you both, as per usual, and as per usual you fall asleep about half an hour into the movie. Billy stays close to you, arms wrapped tightly around you. He feels happier with you than he has the past week talking with Sidney and he’s not planning on leaving you again.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Hello lovely mods! Itmf fics where there is an OC or just another mdzs character with a crush on WWX or lwj. Someone jealous of their significant other or just plain trying to flirt with one of them. But the pairing should be strict wwx/lwj throughout ofcourse. Thank you!

Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, wangxian, modern, Guest-starring the belated but incendiary sexual awakening of LWJ, 3rd person pov, SS is hyperfixated on LWJ, LWJ does his best to pretend SS doesn't exist, WWX isn't even pretending he really doesn't notice SS exists, MM exists and is awesome, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

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2. Hello! Thank you for all the work you do in finding and recommending fics!! Presently, I am in the mood for Twin Prides of Yunmeng fics (although specifically ones where Jiang Yanli is still alive, so I suppose I should say Yunmeng Trio to be more accurate) protecting each other and being siblings, or fics that pertain to JC, JY, and WWX trying to protect and support each other from Jiang Fengmian and Yi Ziyuan’s A+ Parenting. Once again thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day!!

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

The worth of a life with no regrets by SnowdropsAndDreams (Not Rated, 21k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Post-Canon Fix-It)

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3. good morning and hope you're having a kickass sunday.i was wondering if you bestowe upon this lowly one your magic of "Rec-Finding". A) any type of meaningful apology to Wèi Yīng, after the truth comes out. like something substantial. especially (if not exclusively) w LXC. he victim plamed WWX and im not satisfied w the novel on that part (yay fanfics). I jus don't want to be immediate forgiveness. like i want a time skip that LXC is still being given a cold shoulder. tbc

hi again (rorro im verbose). B) do you have any recs Lan Zhan is more vocal to others, a public scolding of sorts, about Wèi Yīng's sacrifices and plight. but non of out of context self deprivation attitude that does more harm than anyway. ty for your patience. @masticateme

拨云见日 by RoseThorne (G, 1k, WangXian, Justice, Anger, Sect Leader Yáo Bashing, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, Restitution, Self-Indulgent, POV Third Person, POV WWX, Post-Canon) might count

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4. itmf fics where jzx and jyl are alive! I just want things with lots of family feels, like jl getting the support he needs from his parents and wwx and jc having their sis. or maybe fics where jzx actually gets to be the jin sect leader and can make these good changes to the sect. thanks in advance!

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5. could i ask for people's fave wangxian/gen cold read podfics? i adore and appreciate edited podfics obviously, but i was introduced to danmei through a twitch streamer's read-alongs where him stopping and laughing and discussing were a FEATURE ❤️ (also it kinda makes me feel better about having to redo sentences agshdjf) im fine with explicit podfics (but i do prefer canon dynamics if so) many thanks ❤️❤️ oh just to add to the cold read itmf- ive gone through a lot of kisahawklin's lovely work, which occasionally feature one of my fave things (not being able to finish a sentence due to losing it laughing)

[Podfic] Clarity (cold read) by flamingwell (G, 1-1.5 H, wangxian, Canon Divergence, past/present time switches occur throughout the fic, Podfic, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming)

I rec the podficer Dangercupcake! Specifically her podfics of Love, in fire and blood, and Please don't let me be misunderstood! She also does metas and linguistic podcasts/fics that are pretty cool!

podfic of "love, in fire and blood" by cicer by dangercupcake (M, 20h+, WangXian, Audio Format: Streaming, Audio Format: MP3, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Arranged Marriage, Politics, trans reader (podfic), cold read (podfic), no editing (podfic))

Podfic of "please don't let me be misunderstood" by sysrae by dangercupcake (Not Rated, 20-30M, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Past Child Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Car Accidents, Audio Format: Streaming, Audio Format: MP3, cold read (podfic))

[Podfic] Cold read of "a light hidden and singing" by occultings (microcomets) by KeriArentikai (E, 5-6h, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Era, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, brief family abuse, mentions of wangxian's canonical kinks, Misunderstandings, Blood and Injury, Rimming, Outdoor Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, First Time, Miscommunication, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, cold read podfic, unedited podfic, Getting Together) I haven't listened yet but enjoyed the fic

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6. Hiii I'm itmf a fic where wwx is reincarnated as a female plz

The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos by dvasva (M, 123k, wangxian, QS & WWX, NHS & WWX, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, canon divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Functionally Trans Character, Mild Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, Transphobia, Good Parents LWJ & WWX, Pining, WWX is a Tease, Grief/Mourning, Body Dysphoria, Fake Marriage, Canonical Character Death, Misunderstandings, Doting LWJ, Arranged Marriage, lying to your family about your demonic boyfriend taking over your wifes body for fun and pleasure, WWX is not in Mo Xuanyu's body, Misgendering, Mild Angst, Assumptions, Comedic Elements, non-sexual nudity, Blood, Discussion of Various Bodily Functions, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, 4 years of mourning instead of 13, The Juniors start a conspiracy board, POV Multiple, Corporal Punishment, Trans WWX, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, pregnancy mention, Warning: JGS, Sexual Harassment, Threats, WIP)

patching the road with vague intentions by loosingletters (T, 18k, 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)

Plans fly out the window by English is my death (Lena013) (T, <1k, JGY/QS, JGY/WWX, LWJ & WWX, JC & WWX, reincarnation, canon divergence, QS does the ritual, YLLZ WWX, impersonation)

To Deserve So Much More by renysen (T, 19k, wangxian, getting together, one big happy family, no angst, getting engaged, family feels, female bodied WWX)

So You Want to Start a War by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 41k, WIP, MY/QS, MY/WWX, WangXian, Reincarnation, Half-Sibling Incest Mention!, QS does the ritual instead of MXY, WWX as a woman, MY Is His Own Warning, Canon Divergence, Impersonation, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Please check the notes before reading a chapter, Timeline What Timeline, WWX Has PTSD)

❤️ Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 44k, wangxian, summoned by f!oc, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Genderbending, Denial, Fem!WWX, WangXian kids, Crack-ish, WIP)

Femme Fatale by coffeepie (E, 59k, WIP, WWX/WC, WWX/WZ, WWX/WRH, WWX/JGS, Porn, Smut, Possession, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Time Travel Fix-It, Penis In Vagina Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Aphrodisiacs, Rough Sex, Minor WangXian, Canon Divergence, Oral Sex, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Strangulation, Object Insertion, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Blood and Injury)

No Matter What You Are by LilyFaraday (M, 77k, WIP, WangXian, Female WWX, Genderbending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Marriage of Convenience)

In Sickness and In Health (And In Strange and Unexpected Times Too) by purplemonster (E, 28k, WangXian, Fem! WWX, Mpreg, well technically not mpreg since he's a woman, Fluff and Smut)

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7. Hi for the next in the mood for are there any good dark Wei Wuxian fics?? I always see dark LWJ but dark WWX seems so cool too @iyo-luv

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8. Hello. I hope y’all are well. Thank you for what you do. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 i was wonderinf if you can recommend fics where The Untamed Wei Ying and Lan Zhan meet MDZS Lan Zhan and Wei Ying. Please and thank you.

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9. Hello ! Do you know any fics where the swords manifest as real people?

Intervention of Spirits by Vrishchika (T, 4k, WangXian, Pre-Relationship, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has a New Golden Core)

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10. Hi I'm itmf angst, can you please recommend fics where wwx just breaks / snaps and people are there to see it/ react to it ? ( could be characters watching memories , and it has that scene) thxx

Enough! by Jeeny271196 (Not Rated, 12k, WangXian, Gūsū Lán Sect Bashing, Jiāng Family Bashing, JC Bashing, LXC Bashing, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics)

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11. Hi, I have been reading this completely amazing fics that are inspired by The Great British Bake Off, like "on your marks, get set, bake!" by BlackWiresOnHerHead and "don't threaten me with a good time" by livinginaworldofnoise, they are so fun and entertaining!! I wonder if there are more stories that deal with baking and cooking competitions. I have read the ones in the Reality TV compilation so anything else will be totally welcomed!! Thank you!! Be well!! :) @monicaop21

The Great Chinese Cook-Off by aubreyli, cafecliche, etymologyplayground, mme_anxious (G, 20k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, The Great British Bake Off Fusion, sort of; it's more of a cooking show, because most Chinese people use their ovens for pot/pan storage, Collaboration, Screenplay/Script Format, Humor, Baking, Cooking, Stress)

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12. ITMF Wei Wuxian best uncle to Jin Ling? Anything we get to see their relationship. It can be of any kind but it'd be nice to give it extra attention if JL doesn't agree with JC's treatment towards WWX! But anything goes really. You're doing amazing work, thank you!

hills and rivers by LtLJ (T, 56k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, the family that hunts demons together stays together, and doesn't murder each other, Case Fic, BAMF WWX, Mojo's post)

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL)

component parts by perfectlyrose (G, 1k, JL & WWX, minor wangxian, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort/Angst, Really it's angst but make it healing, Minor JYL/JZX, Family, Family Bonding, Family Feels, A couple of orphans figuring out family, and the legacy of parents)

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13. Hi, For the next itmf -any good fics where everything as in classic timeframe, Sects exist, pining exists, cultivation ethics problems exist, but no Jiangs in the picture. At all

Thank you! @best-before-end

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14. ITMF: A) serenity. I want fics that give serene atmosphere or feelings. Like

(ID: gif of waves gently moving on a beach)

B) fics which have beach in canon era. Or wx / wwx traveling to Ocean/beach place @whateverweilanlovechild

14A)

Of Winter Coats and Snowball Fights by Iggysassou (T, 2k, WangXian, Mentioned WN, Post-Canon, Married Couple, Fluff)

it's your soul by syriala (G, 3k, WangXian, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Fluff)

suddenly knowing you’re home by RavenclawLoki (T, 1k, WangXian, Fluff, head empty, no thoughts, only wangxian being married, Sleepy Cuddles, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, No Plot/Plotless, Post-Canon, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts)

14B)

Linger by the Door (I've Always Been Yours) by piecrust (T, 78k, wangxian, canon compliant, slow burn)

Judge Softly by Chrononautical (E, 32k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LXC, LQR & WWX, Various OCs, Accidental Voyeurism, Masturbation, Non-Consensual Mind Reading, Oblivious WWX, WWX Has Self-Worth Issues, BAMF Wwx, Genius WWX, sex makes WWX stupid, LQR Tries, It may be more accurate to say LQR learns to try, Suffering LQR, Post-Canon Fix-It, Ghosts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Teacher LQR, Mutual Pining, Longing, Playful Sex, Use Your Words, Canon-Typical Violence, Switching, Virgin WWX, Love Confessions)

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15. For ITMF, are there any fics where LSZ's time in the Burial Mounds had some effect on him, whether he remembers his time there or not? Whether it's supernatural abilities (like in LSZ Sees Dead People), or being good at 'inventing' things (cause he saw them on WWX's worktable), or random healing knowledge from overhearing WQ lecturing WWX, even if he no longer remembers where he picked up any of that stuff. @thispatternismine

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16. Thank you for all your work!

Itmf fics which actively calls into question Lan Qiren's bias and lax adherence to the lan rules. I want a confrontation or am active argument not just a character thinking about it or speaking about it to someone else. Basically, Lan Qiren gets called out fic. Extra kudos if it's during the cloud recess study arc. Love

Going on charmingly by scribbet (T, 21k, WangXian, Teenage LWJ, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR's Disciple, Genius WWX, Petty LWJ, Meddling LXC, Canon Divergence, JFM Doesn't Adopt WWX, Technically pre-relationship, POV LWJ)

Admonishment by bookwyrmling (T, 6k, LQR & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Teacher LQR, Student WWX, POV LQR, Mixed Canon, Gūsū Lán Sect Positive, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Golden Core Reveal)

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17. Hey, thanks for your work as always! I'm sure it has been done before but I couldn't find it and ITMF political intrigue fics! Extra points for fake relationships, scheming bastard coalitions, crossdressing your way to love and happiness or any of those things ☺️.

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[tartigglez]

"i know it hurts..."

headcanons of some genshin boys when you have your period (pt.1??)

kaeya, diluc, thoma, childe, zhongli (separately) x afab!reader (pronouns not mentioned)

genre: fluff

word count: 800-ish

tags: periods, no distinct mention of blood, wholesome boys (for the most part), a lottttt of physical touch + petnames, kaeya is teehee, diluc is clueless as shit, thoma is absolutely whipped, childe is also clueless, zhongli is wayyyyy clued in

tw/cw: zhongli is written as genderfluid, mentions of foods/drink (soup + tea), kisses in zhongli's, i don't think there's much else to add here, lmk if i missed smth

a/n: surprise? hi! i've had a very emotional night, so its time for something extremely self indulgent. i wrote this mostly for the genderfluid zhongli agenda. also i'd like to remind everyone that i am genderfluid, my pronouns are they/she/he!!! ty, enjoy.

kaeya’s personality seems to go through some sort of shift when you’re on your period, seriously! he’ll go from being a flirty, unserious captain with an eye catching smirk to a kind, gentle, soft spoken man. he will quietly hold you if you’re in pain, and try his best to distract you. will kiss you softly and assure you that it will pass, without ever making you feel like you’re exaggerating. strokes your cheek and does whatever you want to do in order to stay distracted. 

“darling? are you alright? are you sick?”

“no, just cramps.”

“ahh, here.”

“how does this feel? you okay? comfy?”

“yeah, I’m okay. thanks kae”

“not a problem at all, lovely”

“so, how was work? 

diluc is lowkey confused at first in your relationship. he’s never spent much time around anyone who has a period, let alone having to live with one, so it makes sense (a little) that he really doesn’t understand anything that’s happening to you, or what hurts, or why, or how he can help. the first time he finds you curled up in his bedroom in dawn winery he’ll be really confused and awkward, run to adelinde and try to very discreetly ask her what to do (he doesn’t do a good job), but eventually she gets what he means, and tells him to just ask you, which he builds the confidence to do after hyping himself up for like twenty minutes.

“hi”

“hi, 'luc”

“uh… are you okay?”

“ish?”

“uhm… may i talk to you about something?”

“yeah, of course! what’s up?”

“what is… happening to you right now? it’s painful, i know, but how do i help? what do i do? what do you need? how can i make you comfortable? i don’t want you to be in pain.”

“pah, how sweet. come, sit, i’ll explain”

thoma knows exactly what is going on, and when its going on. keeps track of your periods (with your knowledge and consent ofc) just so he knows what days to bring you whatever you may need. he’s a BIG BIG acts of service and gift giving kinda guy, because he’s always in the city, so he always picks things up for you. this happens even more when you’re on your period. of course, sometimes, his estimates of your starting days will be a little bit off, so he might end up randomly doing something and it seems like its out of nowhere, and he tries to play it off like it is too. 

“thoma? what’re you doing home this early?”

“oh, I thought i’d come home and make you soup!”

“make me… soup? that’s a little strange…”

“no it’s not! it's just because i thought you liked it, especially when…y’know”

“hah, your guess was off darling, you’re two days early. still, i appreciate the thought love. let’s eat?”

childe is clueless. extremely clueless. but he’s also super duper sweet, and a very fast learner. he tries his best to understand what’s happening and what to do, but unfortunately he doesn’t really have anyone to ask about it. so he’ll literally read a book, which is rather rare for him but he would literally do anything for you. if you’re feeling really unwell, he will insist on taking the day off work to look after you. he’s extremely attentive and gentle, which is the side of him his “co-workers” don’t get to see. 

“morning baby! how’re you feeling?”

“mmhh,, morning chi. ‘m okay, a bit crampy”

“okay, i’ll stay here then.”

“what? no, you have work. you gotta go!”

“i’ll call in sick, they can live without me for a day”

“chi you can’t do this agai-”

“i’d do anything for you”

zhongli. understands. everything. okay hear me out. zhongli can take any form he wants, so sometimes out of curiosity he would change into another body. he’d get completely, utterly shocked the first time he got a period whilst in this form (it was unexpected.), but learned how to cope with it, because he wanted to be able to fully understand the struggles that some mortals might go through.

he knows exactly what to do when this happens to you, speaks to you calmly and holds you if you get cramps. will brew tea for you, and get the latest herb combinations for pain relief from baizhu. will snuggle up to you, place his hand on your stomach because it’s warm, and hold you close. kisses your neck gently and asks if you need anything, overall just a big sweetie. if you want him to, he’ll go into his half-dragon form, so he can wrap his tail around you. loves you more than anything and will do anything to make you comfortable. you need something? it’s yours, no matter the extremes he has to go to in order to get it. constantly making sure you take your time with everything, and making sure that you don’t overexert yourself.

“my love, i know you’re in pain, please don’t push yourself”

“i know, i know, i just have a little more work to do”

“i trust you, but i’m staying here with you, just in case. have you eaten? are you comfortable? do you need any pain relief?”

[sailorscuttle]

slow hands | robert ‘bob’ floyd

THIS BLOG IS 18 +, ANY BLANK OR BLOGS WITH NO AGE THAT FOLLOW OR INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: your appreciation for his hands may have presented itself at an inappropriate moment, but can anyone blame you?

warnings: 18 + only MINORS DNI!!, afab reader, sexual themes, some hand worshipping, mild exhibitionism

word count: 0.5K

a.n: this is purely self indulgent lmao, ty to @mayhem24-7forever for beta’ing this for me <3

people say that they prefer thighs, or butts, some even prefer arms on their partner.

with bob however? your favorite part of him is his hands. 

his hands are strong.

you love the way his fingers curl in and out of you while he’s got your hips pinned to the bed. honestly, you just like the way his fingers wrap around your throat while he drives his hips into your own.

which is why you’re trying to get through this dinner without losing your mind.

you swear he’s doing it on purpose, fingers moving in circles along the glass. he pretends he doesn’t notice the way your body squirms, knows your thighs are squeezing underneath the table 

you’re almost annoyed at the way he pretends he hadn’t been teasing you the whole ride to the restaurant, fingers delving between your thighs but never getting near where you want him the most.

you reach for your own drink, hoping the fruity cocktail cools you down. It does the opposite unfortunately, fueling your desire for your fiancee in front of you.

“somethin’ the matter sweetheart?” he asks, eyebrow raised in false concern as he takes your hand in his, thumb brushing against the back of your hand. you shake your head as you take another sip. “i’m okay bobby, it’s just a little stuffy in here right now.”

you play into the innocence more, bringing his hand forward to kiss the tips of his fingers before enveloping your lips around his index and middle fingers, almost taking half of the length, suckling softly.

bob’s eyes darken with lust at your open display, recoiling his hand as if he had been burnt. “you really wanna start this here, angel?” his voice is low, looking around the restaurant to see if anyone had been watching your little stunt.

you snort and rest your elbows on the table, raising an eyebrow. “what, like you hadn’t started it in the car?”

“you better watch your mouth angel..”

there’s a part of you that wants to take the bait, but you know if you do there’s a small chance he’ll finger you on the way back home.

it couldn’t hurt to be a little bad, right? you lean over the table, keeping your voice low.

“all i’m doing is showing daddy some appreciation, can’t I do that?” you flutter your eyelashes to him, lips twitching as you hear him sharply inhale. he clears his throat, flagging down the waitress for the check.

whatever confidence you had in that moment is smothered by the look bob gives you as he pays. he grabs your hand and quickly pulls you both out of the restaurant, pressing your back against the truck. you’re thankful for being parked so far from the entrance and away from prying eyes.

“you just couldn’t wait could you?” he knew you had gone without underwear, his hands pushing up your dress as he nudged your legs apart. he’s able to sink two fingers into you easily and you have to quickly cover your mouth to muffle your moan. 

he’s quick to grab your hand and pin it to your side, fingers increasing their pace. your teeth quickly find your bottom lip in a poor attempt to keep yourself quiet. bob smirks down at you and leans to suck a bruise beneath your ear. 

“now angel, how can you appreciate daddy if you keep it all to yourself? go on, tell daddy how much you appreciate him.”

[greyias]

29. The smell of burning wood

Pairing: Gale x Tav (pre-relationship) Words: ~3600 Notes: Mostly self-indulgent fluff, takes place the first night of the game

The sun had started its descent in the sky by the time they’d found a suitable site for a camp and scrounged enough supplies and crockery among the carnage around the Nautiloid’s crash site. This close to the campfire, the sweet, earthy smoke that wafted her way managed to block out the acrid scent of the smoldering wreckage of the strange, alien ship that had brought them here, or even the lingering sulfurous stench of Avernus that seemed to cling to their clothes.

The crackling fire burned bright, the snaps and pops of the dried wood in the flames a steady percussion, as if measuring the progress of the setting sun. If Aravyn closed her eyes, breathed in deep, she might almost pretend this was any normal night on the road. But every time she did so, that damned tadpole would squirm anew and shatter the illusion before it even really began. Stupid bugger, not even a day in and she was already ready to evict it purely on the grounds for being such an ungrateful little guest. All impending threats of ceremorphosis aside.

After the quiet, terse, yet surprisingly delicious meal their resident wizard had pulled together from their random assortment of fish and dried rations, most of their ragtag group had retreated to their own corners of camp. Instead of withdrawing into momentary fantasy, she eyed the dirtied, abandoned makeshift bowls and plates they’d found amongst the carnage, and the retreating forms of her fellow adventurers with a small frown.

Everyone seemed more intent on setting up their own tents for however long they’d be here — wherever here was. They all had a lot on—and in—their minds at the moment. Much more than daily chores.

Well, not quite everyone. Over by the now emptied cook pot, Gale seemed lost in thought, brow furrowed as he piled discarded fish bones and herb stems on a ragged cloth. He’d spent most of their time in camp preparing their evening meal, and had yet to set up his own area. Mind made up, she set about gathering the dirtied crockery and utensils, making just enough noise to rouse him from that deep contemplation.

“Allow me.” She indicated the bundle he was currently tying up. “You already worked enough magic transforming these rations into a feast. The least I can do is the dishes.”

That summoned the semblance of a smile, his lips quirking up ever so slightly as the frown smoothed away to a friendlier expression. “Oh, trust me, my arcane prowess extends to more impressive feats than conjuring flavor from our meager scrounging. But I appreciate the sentiment.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” she said lightly. “That meal was a sight more flavorful than any jerky soup I’ve cooked over a campfire.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what, pray tell, is ‘jerky soup’?”

“Well, it’s when you get a pot of water boiling, then throw in a mess of jerky. You can tear it up into pieces if you’re feeling ambitious. Then let soak until soft enough to not break your teeth.” 

Gale looked positively horrified at the culinary abomination described. “Do you drink the—I hesitate to call it broth?”

“Of course! Waste not, want not.”

“That sounds like quite the… unique concoction.”

“You can say bad, it’s all right. I think it would violate my oath to inflict that particular delicacy on others.”

He pressed his lips together, either to repress a smile or perhaps in relief that his intestinal fortitude wouldn’t be challenged anytime soon. “It sounds like for the foreseeable future of our journey that I should maintain control of the cook pot.”

“I would not wish to give you more duties,” she hedged, “but perhaps that is wise for now. We probably shouldn't add gastrointestinal distress to the list of things we’re dealing with.”

“Grand adventures do rarely involve epic tales of food poisoning.”

“I wouldn’t say it was that bad — but point taken. Cooking has never really been in my repertoire. That’s probably not going to change much.”

“Come now, there’s always the chance to learn,” Gale insisted, “and I have been known to instruct a wayward student once or twice in my day.”

“Have you now?”

“Granted, my apprentices, if you would call them such, needed tutelage of the more arcane nature, but! I am not a man to who would hoard knowledge from a willing pupil.”

“If you’re offering to teach me how to cook,” she threaded a note of teasing into her tone, “I am not sure I would be a talented student—”

“Please, I won’t have you downplaying your own aptitude. You had enough creativity to invent a new genre of soup, regardless of how…” he paused, as if searching his broad vocabulary for the most polite way to phrase it, “—uh, palatable it wound up being. I bet if you used more than two ingredients, perhaps a vegetable, mixed in the concept of spices, then the flavor would expand exponentially.”

“I knew I forgot something.” That elicited a quiet snort. “That’s the kind of feedback that would be helpful in the future.”

“All that and more.”

“Well, in that case, I wouldn’t mind learning from a master.” She gave him a smile. “Especially if it would help ease the burden of cooking.”

“Ah, but is it a burden to feed others?” Gale tapped the side of his nose as he gave her a wink. “Or just good manners?”

“Speaking of good manners,” she deftly grabbed the bundle before he could protest, “as you cooked the meal, it is only appropriate for someone else to clean up.”

“Yes, I guess that is true,” he conceded. “And in truth, I do appreciate the assistance. This has been… well, rather more excitement than I’d prefer for one day.”

“Hard to argue with that.” The clatter of her trying to stack their eclectic assortment of makeshift crockery with the cookware and pot nearly drowned out her murmur of agreement. “Not every day starts with ilithid abductions, crashing nautiloids, with a side trip into hell.”

The stack of cookware tilted dangerously as she tried to arrange it in one hand and reach for the dirtied cookpot with the other, and Gale rushed forward to steady it. “Please, let us not compound the day’s adventure with another crash.”

“I’ve got it,” she insisted with good nature. “Just trying to save on trips.”

“I have already added enough work for you this evening,” he grabbed the dishes that were moments from taking a tumble, “let me offset that by at least helping with transport.”

“Very well,” she dipped her head in acknowledgment. “I suppose I wouldn’t want to be accused of breaking Astarion’s new favorite plate.”

“Is it really, though? It’s not like he touched much of his meal earlier. Perhaps it wasn’t to his taste.” Gale added a few more dishes to his own stack for good measure, and gave a side eye to the way she easily hefted the heavy cooking pot to bear. “Are you sure you have that?”

“Oh, this? Yeah, it’s nothing. Really.”

“Are you sure? I nearly threw my back out when I was trying to adjust its position on the fire.”

“You just have to lift with your knees.”

“If you say so,” he murmured.

“I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“My back?”

“No—I mean, it’s your back, you have every right to worry about that, don’t let me stop you—but I was talking about Astarion picking at his food. The meal was delicious. Maybe he just has a weak stomach. As you said, it has been a long and arduous day.”

“Hm, do I detect a hint of sarcasm there?”

“No,” Aravyn insisted, perhaps a little too quickly.

“Well, a lesser person might hold a little grudge for the way he pulled a knife on you.” There was a knowing look in the wizard’s eye that had her snorting out an annoyed breath, especially when he added, “You moved on from that with a surprising amount of grace.”

She tried not to wince at the memory of the knife pressed against her throat, its sharp edge slightly cooler than the one in Gale’s threat to incinerate the pale elf threatening her. “Well, he did eventually put the knife away.”

“Only after you nearly knocked out his teeth with that headbutt—a very nice move, by the way.” The smile she tried to dredge up at the intended compliment may have come out more of a grimace, but he forged on, voice dropping to more of a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s very strange, but I couldn’t help but notice how sharp his canines are. Do you think he files them down?”

“What? No—who would do that?”

“I don’t know… Bhaalists, cannibals, oh, maybe he’s part orc?”

“He doesn’t seem to have the physique for that particular bloodline.” Aravyn set the pot down as they reached the water’s edge, the babbling of the river’s current adding a serene soundtrack to their hushed conversation now they were further away from the hub of the camp. “And a Bhaalist would have just slit my throat.”

“So we’re agreed, then? Definitely a cannibal.”

She quickly turned to Gale, letting out a hushing noise as she grabbed for the set of plates he’d rescued from their ignoble end. “You’re horrible. Stop!”

The strength of her plea was weakened by her half-laugh and wide-eyed look she tossed back towards the subject of their conversation, who could barely be seen past the large outcropping of rocks lining the shore. Gale let out a quiet, almost satisfied chuckle as he delicately set the plates on her outstretched palms.

“And yet you indulge in my salacious speculation.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Perhaps it’s my charm.”

She shot him a wry, side-long glance as she knelt into the wet soil of the riverbank, spreading out the cookware and crockery to prepare for her task. “Might I remind you that you just accused one of our party of secretly wanting to eat us?”

Gale let out an affronted huff. “Are you impugning my character?”

“Maybe just a little.” She flashed a smile at him. “Although I should probably factor in that you were gentlemanly enough to help me haul my horde down here.”

He quirked an eyebrow at that. “This grading system of my character seems to have a lot of complexity to it. Is it a sliding scale?”

“Would you believe I invented it on the spot?”

“I might.”

“Well,” the brightness of her smile faded to something a little softer, “regardless, I think you have been gallant enough for the day. You’ve spent all your time in camp preparing us a fine meal and haven’t seen to your own tent. I’m sure you have plenty yet to unpack and arrange after the day’s chaos.”

Gale opened his mouth as if to continue a polite protest, then shut it again as he mulled over the statement. “I suppose you make a fair point. We need an area for research if we’re to be stranded here for any length of time, and my books! Well, what few I had on my person doesn’t hold a candle to my library back in Waterdeep, but still enough to fill a shelf or two. That I’ll need to construct somehow, come to think of it.”

“It seems like you have your hands full, then.” She made a shooing motion. “Go on, mine are busy with the dishes.”

As Gale turned to leave, an action she had very much been encouraging, there was just the smallest flicker of disappointment in her chest. Before he could take another step, or her mind could catch up with the compulsion, her hand shot out to catch his sleeve. She reeled the impulse back in just enough so that her fingers just brushed against the fabric, gaining a bit of a startled look back in her direction.

“Wait, I…” As he glanced down at her quizzically, she could feel her cheeks flushing and the tips of her ears burning, but she didn’t avert her gaze. “I just wanted to say. About earlier, when Astarion pulled the knife. You threatened to incinerate him.”

“Ah. Right. Not my finest moment.”

“No, no, what I mean to say is…” Gods, why was this so difficult? “Thank you. You hadn’t known me for even an hour, yet you still made an effort.”

“Well, it’s hardly the act of a gentleman to let some scallywag slit your throat, especially after you so valiantly rescued me from that malfunctioning portal.” The self-deprecating smile that twisted his lips now seemed more genuine than the practiced one that accompanied his more braggadocios statements. Like this was what came to him more naturally. “Not that my efforts amounted to much. You were obviously more than capable of handling the situation on your own.”

“That you tried means something.”

“I suppose that’s a refreshing change of pace,” he mused, almost to himself. At the quizzical tilt of her head, he seemed to remember himself and added. “Worry not. If things continue as they have, I’m sure there will be ample opportunity for me to be successful in returning the favor and save your life.” An awkward beat passed as he considered his words. “Not that I would wish more danger upon us, of course. But we do seem to attract… excitement.”

“Like moth to a flame,” she agreed quietly.

“Well,” Gale cleared his throat, clasping his arms behind his back, “I do have those books to organize. I suppose I shall leave you to it.”

At her nod, he quickly retreated towards the camp, and she let out a frustrated breath that threatened to become a sigh. Without even really thinking, she started to methodically work through the dishes and get them clean. Or as clean as they could get with the limited supplies they were working with. They needed some soap—and something rough enough to really scrub out this pot. For now, elbow grease would have to do. If she focused more on the rag in her hands, then there would be less of her mind to try to sort out her lingering disappointment.

She didn’t even know what she was disappointed about. If she thought about it at any length, bringing up the earlier incident was probably not very appropriate. She wasn’t even sure why'd done so, it was almost as if it had burst forth from her as if from its own accord. It had just made things awkward — and she hadn’t been trying to imply that Gale had failed in any way. She had just wanted… gods, she didn’t know that either.

The problem with losing oneself in a task was that each one had a finite end point. By the time she stacked the last dish inside the cook pot, the sun had shrunk behind the horizon, bleeding vivid hues across the sky in its wake. Absently she shook out the bundle of cooking scraps into the flowing water, watching them disappear into the deeper currents of the river.

They’d reached the end of the first day. Of seven if the more learned members of their ragtag group were to be believed. Seven days until the thing in their heads burst forth, ripping through their skin, burning up their souls and—

She shoved herself to her feet with an unnecessarily violent movement. No. No. She hadn’t finished with her task yet.

She carefully stacked the dishes inside of the large pot, taking time to inspect the structural integrity before hefting it to bear. She could count the steps back to the center of camp individually, rolling her feet so that the crockery didn’t clink too loudly on the trip, before setting it down in its appropriate spot near the campfire. Unfortunately, even if she dragged her feet, it only stretched out her distraction for another minute or so.

That was fine, everyone else was busy getting their own spaces prepared. She should do so as well. She'd already laid out her meager belongings in her little lean-to, but perhaps a little more organization wouldn’t hurt. The tenets of her oath had been placed carefully upon the bedroll that still needed to be unfurled for the night, and the slender neck of a lute peeked from behind where she’d stacked her armor, tabard, and shield for the evening. 

The lute wasn’t hers. Not really. It had been years since her own had been sold off, and this one had been found it amongst the wreckage on the beach. An admittedly useless item for a pack of strangers focusing on survival. While a fairly light instrument, it was still unwise to haul around extra weight that served no real utility. And yet, she couldn’t just abandon it to rot in the sea air, its song forever silenced like the countless bodies littering the shore of the crash site.

She wasn’t actively aware that she had dropped to her knees until her fingers were tracing over the nicks and divots worn into the fretboard from countless years of fingertips pressing strings against it. A few lighter scratches showed newer use — perhaps a child taking lessons, inadvertently adding their own marks.

Or maybe that was just a bit of imagination, or perhaps projection, shining through, she told herself as she struggled to swallow past a sudden lump in her throat. Though in her mind’s eye it was all too easy to see small, chubby fingers being guided along the fretboard by larger, more experienced hands. Perhaps an older relative, or a tutor. Index finger and thumb working in tandem to pluck out familiar chords to a timeless tune.

Its bright notes would be the same, whether plucked out by a small child, or drifting out the open window of a tavern. Her teenage self would have never risked going into one. Even taking just a moment to pause and listen to the full length of a tune would cut into her overly filled schedule. And yet her fingers would keep their own time, drumming atop the large tomes of mathematics and elvish history she lugged between lessons across the Lower City.

Aravyn blinked, out of memory and half-imaginings, back into her dirty, bloody reality on the banks of the Chionthar. There were no tavern musicians or traveling bards with a merry tune to chase away the dark thoughts looming at the edges — just her and the lute that somehow was already cradled into a familiar position. The fading light of the sun seemed to glimmer along the strings, and her thumb was already in motion, plucking the first string, her index finger moving on muscle memory as it picked a corresponding note that sung a crisp, familiar note.

It was brief, but just encouragement enough that her fingertips continued to dance a familiar refrain, weaving a familiar song. She could hear the cheerful tune in her head, but as her fingers continued to work the strings, the notes didn’t match. Discordant and jarring, the thin threads of music tangled together, crashing into an unrecognizable and inharmonious cacophony.

“If that racket does not stop right now,” the voice of an angry githyanki hanging on to their last thread of patience cut through the camp, “I will end both it and whoever is responsible!”

Her fingers felt as heavy and uncoordinated as those sour sounds, and the lute was quickly lowered back to her lap. Of course, some random instrument found in the carnage of the nautiloid’s crash wouldn’t function properly. Only a silly fool would think not only that but also that it would somehow lighten the heavy mood in their camp.

A familiar paternal voice in the back of her mind chastised her for chasing her own comfort and wasting time on such frivolous things, especially when there were far more important matters to tend to. And their impending ceremorphosis certainly wouldn’t be cured even if she could coax a festive song from the lute’s untuned strings.

“It’s time to put away childish things, Aravyn,” that echo from the past reminded her, the reprimand carrying the weight of a lifetime of failed expectations. She exhaled sharply to shake off the familiar, stifling sensation. If there was no time to indulge in frivolities, then there was also no time to indulge in self-pity, either. 

Even though her cheeks burned at the thought of the entire camp hearing that wretched sound, Aravyn couldn’t find it in herself to take her frustrations out on the lute. She instead forced herself to glance up. The fading sunlight cast a warm glow over her new companions, all of whom were engrossed in the rhythm of their own tasks. Even renowned musical critic Lae’zel had waited long enough to ensure the return of silence, before resuming the construction on a training dummy that was beginning to resemble a Mindflayer. Had she spent the entire afternoon attaching tentacles to the thing?

She shook her head. What did that matter?

Regardless, if Aravyn’s faux pas wasn’t enough to warrant anything more than a grumbled threat, perhaps she shouldn’t linger on it too long. With one last lingering glance at the lute, she carefully set it away, far, far to the back of her tent. Out of reach, and out of temptation’s range. Her focus right now needed to be on what tune tomorrow’s winds might carry. She gave a wry smile at the thought, hoping a new dawn might bring a little more harmony than today’s chaos.

[theelvenhaven]

Rog NSFW Alphabet

Request: hello, for a request would you be willing to do a Rog NSFW alphabet? i love him and cannot get enough of him and was very happy to see the Rog appreciators come out of the woodworks during confessions a few weeks ago. if not, no biggie, thanks for taking the time to read this & have a lovely day &lt;3

A/N: Hey nonnie I was so willing to a Rog NSFW Alphabet. I also don't think @saviorsong would let me live it down if I didn't do it. I love it when the Rog Lovers show up for Confession Night. It's my fave. I Hope you have a love day to anon!

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A - Aftercare

Rog is very big into aftercare. It is an important part of sex to him, he wants to make sure that you are well taken care of and that nothing is amiss after the two of you had made love to one another. He’s gentle in speaking with you, he asks you if you are alright and feeling okay, and he helps clean you up. Preferably with a nice soak in the bathtub, and with him carrying you there. 

B - Body Part

Rog’s favorite body part is either his arms or his chest, he loves how big and strong both are. He loves that he is strong enough to hold you up and fuck you against a wall, or that his chest is perfectly capable of being the place for you to lay your hands on him when you’re on top. It’s a bigger bonus after sex to have you lay your head there and just listen to his heartbeat. 

On you Rog’s favorite body part is your chest/breasts. He is a simple ner with simple tastes, and a well sculpted chest or breasts of any kind certainly captivate him. He loves how soft they are and loves to use them as a very convenient place to stick his hand while he’s taking you from behind. He also loves that they can bring you pleasure if he plays with your nipples using his fingers or his mouth.

C - Cum

Rog has a preference for cumming on you, preferably on that pretty chest/breasts of yours. There’s something so hot about seeing you covered in his cum in his favorite place. He’s not really ready for the responsibility to become a parent until there’s been a long discussion in place between the two of you.

D - Dirty Secret

Rog loves the idea of you tying him up despite his usual dominant role. There’s something about losing control and having you pleasure him or yourself on top of him where he can’t do anything about it really gets him turned on. But it’s not information he is very forthcoming with and would take lots of prying to get it out of him. 

E - Experience

Rog doesn’t have much experience, while Rog is attractive his more muscular bulky build has been rather intimidating for the other party that may have taken interest. So he is definitely learning the ropes as he goes, and really takes his time with you. 

F - Favorite Positions

Rog is not picky about positions, if anything he loves to be able to manhandle you into positions if you give him the okay. Rog will pick you up and move and bend you to his will- with your consent though. If he had to choose a safer position it would definitely be missionary or you on top, he likes to watch your breasts/chest move and play with your nipples as you fuck into one another.

G - Goofy

Rog can absolutely be silly during the act, while he knows its serious, smiles and breathy laughs are completely and totally welcome from you. He enjoys knowing you are enjoying your time together and that you are happy with him and what is happening. Rog can also be a bit immature so he really will aim to get a laugh or two out of you. 

H - Hair

If Rog had hair, it would be trimmed down but not so close to the skin. So there’d still be a bit of a thicker patch of pubic hair. 

I - Intimacy 

Rog prefers intimacy over fast paced fucking. He loves being close with you, indulging you with lots of kisses and affection. His hands wandering all over you and his mouth sucking and nipping wherever it is he pleases.

J - Jack Off

Rog has never been afraid to masturbate. While he prefers to have sex with you to give himself relief and pleasure, if the wait is too long or you are unavailable he isn’t afraid to be able to take care of himself. Let alone he takes his time to really enjoy just how good it feels to jerk off. 

K - Kink

Rog loves having you in a more submissive role, because Rog loves to manhandle you into many many positions if you will let him. He just lifts you up with such ease and there’s something so sexy about you being bent and moved about to his will. Rog also loves temperature play preferably heat if you use it on him- like hot wax or having sex in the hot forge alone. Rog also has a size kink, and enjoys how little you are compared to him.

L - Location

Rog has no preference for location, his only requirement is that it can be done privately. He doesn’t like to be watched or people to stumble on you. If the forge is empty for the night? He will absolutely take you there. Study, office, the bedroom, anywhere in his House. If it’s private it’s free game. 

M - Motivation

His motivation is you, Rog loves and adores you so much. He loves to have a good time with you no matter what it is. Sex is just another way to have fun with you and indulge in everything about you. He loves to be with you and that is all the motivation he needs. 

N - No

It’s a given since Rog is so lighthearted and all about fun with you, hurting you- spankings, knife play, etc is off the table. But another no for Rog is spectators, he is not into voyeurism/exhibitionism. This is the time to be alone with you and enjoy one another, and he would prefer if there weren’t any nosy busy bodies that were there to interject/interfere with being with you in any way. 

O - Oral

Rog loves to give. LOVES to give. He will not hesitate to dive in between your legs and do anything he can to make you see stars and bring you pleasure. You are welcome to ride his face, fuck his mouth, to ask him to go down on you- Rog will do it. No questions asked, he loves it. 

Rog doesn’t expect you to be reciprocal, but if you are reciprocal he does love to have his cock sucked. It’s a tantalizing sight to see you try and take him down your throat, or for you to suck and lick his cock. He fully enjoys every moment of being with you. 

P - Pace

Rog prefers a more slow and intimate pacing, he doesn’t want the pleasure to end too soon or to feel like he has missed out on spending time with you. 

Q - Quickie

Occasionally quickies are on the table as he knows the passion can just be overwhelming and you two get heated and fuck away. But he totally expects there to be a longer session sometime that evening as he wants to enjoy you fully. 

R - Risks

Rog is not big into risks, save that he fucks beyond the bedroom. So that is as risky as things are going to get, anything that involves hurting you or getting caught is really not on his to do list. 

S - Stamina

Rog has fantastic stamina, and he will wear you out long before you can wear him down. He recovers quick and will go for as many rounds as you can handle.

T - Toys

Rog doesn’t mind toys at all! In fact you’ll probably find that he will make some for the bedroom if you ask him too. All manner of toys are absolutely welcome and he really loves the idea of making you a really pretty set of nipple clamps/jewelry to wear while you two have sex. 

U - Unfair

Rog can be surprisingly unfair outside of the bedroom. He loves to tease you, with playful kisses to your neck, a cheeky pinch on your ass, groping hands on your chest when no ones around while pressing his body into you. He loves to know he can make you weak in the knees and rile you up for whats coming later that night. 

As for being teased, Rog can take it on the outside but on the inside you are driving him crazy. He goes crazy for all your playful teasing, roughhousing, and wandering hands and kisses. He loves it when you whisper dirty things in his ears when he’s sitting down and you tell him what you are going to do to him. As soon as work is over with he is dragging you right off to the bedroom. 

V - Volume

Rog isn’t afraid to get loud and let you hear how good you are making him feel. With lots of moans and groans and praises that fall of his lips about how good you are making him feel, how skilled you are, how wonderful you feel. Rog will tell you exactly just how wonderful you are while you two are having sex. 

W - Wildcard

Rog loves to be manhandled in return, despite his big size, he is very go with the flow. If you start shoving and pushing and maneuvering, Rog will go with the flow. He loves the idea of you confidently taking charge and pushing him around for a change. 

X - XRay 

Rog is about average length, but for what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth. Thick to stretch you out and make sure you feel every single bit of him. 

Y - Yearning

Rog has an above average sex drive and is absolutely ready to go as soon as the teasing begins or he senses you are in the mood. 

Z - ZZZ

Rog won’t go to sleep until he is sure everything is all taken care of. He likes to make sure you are both clean, and happy and feeling loved in your relationship before the two of you hunker down to go to sleep. He usually likes to wait for you to fall asleep first. 

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[milkyhub]

ﾉ anon said. ok ok hear me out: arataki itto seeing you for the first time doing something innocuous like ordering food at shimura's and laughing sweetly at the arataki gang flyers they left around, and his heart flattering. him seeing you again in hanamizaka, fiercely fighting a group of kairagi, mocking them as you defeat them, and his cock twitching. arataki itto who can't help himself and follows you around like a lost puppy for every scrap of your attention, and every time you laugh at his antics or indulge in his ramblings he gets a bit more lost. arataki itto who, when he finally confesses, nearly melts at your sweetness and who, when you finally let him bury his cock in you, can't help but going absolutely feral. ♡

ﾉ note. yesss i totally see thiissisisksk omgg ty for this anon<3 i’m going very happy to sleep. likes n rb appreciated <3 asks open for thirsts n reqs.

ﾉ featuring. dom! arataki itto x f! reader.

ﾉ cw. minors dni. rough/unprotected sex + mention of multiple rounds + size kink + calls u baby and pretty girl + overstimulation + not proofread.

ﾉ taglist. @stygianoir

itto has wanted you for so long that as soon as he has you between his strong hands, he can't help but ram into you relentlessly, filling you whole due to his huge size, hitting your spongy sweetest spot with each feral thrust. no matter how much you whine that he’s too big and he’s going too fast, itto already knows it and he’s proud of it. he’ll just wipe your tears with his thumb and tell you that he’s earned it, please let him have a little fun his way. <3 when it’s over trust that he’ll take care of you properly, but in the meantime, it’s practically impossible for him not to make his way with his cock into your glistening cunny while you blurt out a string of incoherent words, too fucked dumb to know anything more than the name of itto that you won’t stop shouting until he’s done with his cute new girlfriend. <3

itto won't stop until you’ve both come dozens of times, savoring every last moment when your abused walls clench and squeeze his hard cock, when your puffy clit is red and sore and when your senses are clouded by his —called by himself— ‘megaoni-dick’.

“yeah, just keep your legs wide open for me, baby. trust me, will ya’? i’ll make you see the stars, pretty girl.”

© 2022. milkyhub

[tigertofu]

Ahhhh! Sorry to reappear back into your inbox lol. Your writing is very comforting to me and I was wondering if you could dooooooo North Yankton Trevor with a fem! Photographer? Headcanons, short fanfic, whatever suits your style!!

Thank you sm! Take your time, there is no rush :)

aaaa dont apologize,, i rlly appreciate the requests !! thank u ! they're sm fun to write :3c and ty for ur patience, srry this took a bit but i hope u like it!! 💗💗💗

pairing: fem reader/Trevor

summary: headcanon list of how Trevor would act with an S/O who is a photographer.

cw's: none

wordcount: 545

• when you first tell him you’re into photography, he might misunderstand and think that means you’re also into videography, which means he will absolutely ask (beg) for the two of you to make a “home movie” together. correct him and tell him that it’s still photos that are your specialty, and he’ll reroute to asking (begging) for you to take pictures of the two of you in uhhhh explicit situations.

• if you oblige (and let him take these polaroids) be warned he will not only use them for his personal enjoyment, he will also absolutely try to show them off. michael will be disgusted and unimpressed ("the fuck are you showing me this shit for? get those outta my face") whereas brad may react with a bit too much interest (causing a fight between him and trev). 

• you would have to try and keep any expensive photography equipment away from him. once he sees your camera for the first time, he might try to grab at it and ask you a bunch of questions about it, and will probably end up manhandling it so hard something gets broken. if you get upset at him over this, he may be dismissive at first. “what’s the big deal? it’s just a fucking camera.” after you two have been together for some time though, he’ll randomly surprise you with a replacement either stolen or bought with money made from some heist or another (probably long after you’ve already spent your own money on a replacement. but hey it’s the thought that counts :)) )

• he’ll constantly ask for you to take (non–explicit) pictures of him or of the two of you together, often at the randomest times. getting burgers and shakes at a little diner in the middle of the night? “hey, Y/N, let’s take a picture.” he shows up on your doorstep right after committing a robbery, covered in blood splatters? (while striking a pose) “hey, Y/N, take a picture.” the two of you go out on a peaceful walk through the snow on a winter’s day? “hey, Y/N, take a picture of us. i wanna remember this.” it’ll probably get annoying after awhile, but the way he excitedly waits to see any newly developed photos is just so cute it’ll be hard to not indulge him. 

• he’ll build up your self esteem by insisting you should take more self portraits. if you do, and show him, he will shower you in compliments. “you belong in a fucking magazine!” he’ll keep a folded up polaroid of you in his wallet, tape one to the dash of his car, and keep one on the bedside table of whatever safehouse/motel him and the crew are staying in. he might talk to these photos of you when he needs someone to vent to or just converse with aside from the other guys. it’s equally cute and creepy. 

• watching you work will become one of his favorite things. he might get a bit impatient waiting for you to get that perfect shot of the North Yankton landscape or landmarks, but he will insist on staying by your side. trevor admires people with passion, and he will absolutely admire your creative passion and let you know it.

[aces-and-angels]

ty to @juudaimes-true-form, @laylaisthename, @aria-ashryver, @thosehallowedhalls for sharing your thoughts on joaquin (+ @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for helping me gain some feedback over on reddit)

i've had time to digest everything and am prepared to share my perspective on things

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the primary reason why i sought out opinions on joaquin was simple: it'd been some time since i played book 2 of loa and i needed a quick way to regain my grasp on his character

joaquin's character is shrouded in mystery, that much is clear from the submissions i received

there's a lot of space left for one's interpretations to run wild. were joaquin's intentions pure? was he really on mc's side? or did he have his sights on something higher? this ambiguity seems to be a strength for his character- the trait that draws people in (both positively and negatively)

reading through all these analyses of joaquin, i've realized how he and enid (my oc) are really two sides of the same coin. they're both cunning, opportunistic... it leaves me with the dilemma of figuring out how enid (believably) outwits someone who is just as manipulative as she is*

*[for context: my plan for these two involves enid taking advantage of her past (romantic) ties with joaquin to sign clients from mcgraw byrne. this is subject to change, but that's what i have so far] a future exchange between the two: J: You know what's funny? I genuinely thought that I'd be your line. E: Why on earth would you ever think such a thing? J: Because you were mine.

some advice i remember reading somewhere: if your character is strong, put them in a situation where they're weak. if they're usually happy, show them in a state of sadness. explore their vulnerabilities to add texture to their personality

for joaquin, that means giving him a blind spot- something, or someone that brings him out of his perceived untrustworthiness. my fear, however, is that by doing this, i lose what makes joaquin joaquin 😭

what started as a simple ask turned into me trying to uncover joaquin's true motives. have i figured it out? not exactly, but i am closer than i was before. what i know is that there's enough of us out there that wanted more from his character and it's about time someone attempted to lift the veil. i just hope i can do him justice

if you made it to the end, you're rad and i appreciate you. thanks for indulging my ramblings🖤

[writingonleaves]

Hi I don't know if you've seen the video of Jack and that girl skating tonight yet but it got me thinking. Could you possibly talk about how fans react to Nico and Clementine if that makes sense? How do they find out? unless these are all spoilers of course🙏🏼 Love your stuff!

hi! yes i did see that video which i think is very cute tbh so good for him! please fix his hair babe and drop the link to the jeans they were cute. i really do appreciate this question for a multitude of reasons so thank you actually for asking so i can indulge myself haha

so i've actually thought about this a lot, as someone who is myself a fan and has been a part of many different fandoms (hockey is by Far not my first. i was on one direction tumblr back in the day and am convinced it prepared me for Everything). i always find it interesting as someone who's a Part of one but doesn't always engage if that makes sense.

my point is, below is how i think it would go (no big spoilers), and it's based off of hope, my experiences with what i (and im sure a lot of you guys) have seen and being realistic.

so Clem's instagram is private. that's important. and in my world, i don't think she ever goes public, even when getting together with nico and getting married (this is a spoiler but not really...you think im not gonna make them stay together? please).

okay so we've seen how people start assuming things based on who the guys follow on ig, right? so nico follows clem a few weeks after meeting her, but no one really cares. because people have done their basic research and anyone who's followed the hughes for a few years know that clem is a hughes and a family friend. its the same energy as jack following nina on ig. no one blinks an eye.

they start dating april 2024, and no one is really thinking anything. nina does follow her in the summer, which raises a few eyebrows, but nothing crazy.

clem does a semi hard launch on her ig over the summer, but again, she's private and none of her friends are snitches, so no one in the general public knows anything

we don't really know (or at least i don't) how nico is when he's a relationship because i don't believe he's been in one the general public knows about since going pro (again, could be wrong, but this is all based off my own knowledge). for example, trevor just did a hard story launch, jack did a semi one with a post when he was with sienna, etc etc.

saying that, i think speculation really starts when nicole (jesper's gf) starts following clem on ig sometime in late summer 2024 or right before the season starts. we know nico and jesper are close enough to travel in the off season together, so that's big. people start noticing that other devs players like timo and jesper start following her. blaring siren horns. that's pretty much confirmation

the hockey fights cancer article is released in the 2024-2025 season, so peopele are like oh damn nico bagged himself a beautiful, smart doctor?? good for him. move aside buddy. that kind of stuff.

hard launch on nico's end? this instagram post. they've been dating for a bit over a year already at this point. everyone goes nuts as they do

and then i imagine it's kinda like, generally good? obviously you're gonna have some crazies being weird, but people Love that narrative of clem growing up with the hughes and now dating nico

she's not as public facing as other significant others in the league, but i imagine behind closed doors she eventually does embrace the role of being the captain's girlfriend (which i hope to write about at some point). i picture something like her and nico helping out a family financially receiving treatment in the hospital when finding out they're devils fans. very behind closed doors, but extremely sweet and thoughtful. one of the kids she's treating is a huge jack fan? immediate signed jersey and tickets to the next devils game. that kind of stuff.

bc clementine knows how important all of this is. and shes always known.

and then its the typical stuff. she's spotted at games, during playoffs with the iconic wag jackets, family skates, christmas parties, various ig stories from the hugheses, nico, nicole, etc etc.

in terms of games, yes she does join the family and friends boxes once in awhile, but she absolutely LOVES being in the action. so most of the time, she's out sitting with fans. it's great. she's shotgunned many a beer with fans. devs fans adore her bc she really is one of them and doesn’t shy away from that. many say a captain + their SO represent the organization. she and nico do it perfectly.

i hope this answer was what you were looking for. this was so long winded and i apologize for that, but i did want to think out my answer because i think it's important and fun to think about!! thank you so so much for asking❤️

[shibaraki]

Hey boo!!! Absolutely loving your touch starved todoroki series !!!! He’s so precious and cute and straightforward and it was SO wonderful to see y/n communicate with him in a manner he would respond well to (being absolutely honest) and getting to see him feel brave and comfortable enough to ask for what he needs 😭 (A DAMN HUG) but then him hugging Deku and realizing he doesn’t like it the same 😏 😏 and he was jealous when he heard Deku got hugs from her as well!!!! I love being on this journey to see him discovering himself and learning to fulfill needs he didn’t even know he had!!! I’ve told you this before but you have this way of writing the gentlest softest love..it makes my heart feel so tender and touched.

On another note!! I’ve reread your blind!Gojo story a million times! It’s SO good and I mean SO good. Just wanted to mention my appreciation for it again! I love sharing it and I enjoyed it so much! I hope you have a wonderful day !!! And feel better from being sick!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

hi petal, gahhhh thank you so much for reading the glass delusion so far. I've been itching to just !!! idk!! give shouto an indulgent amount of affection! and it has been really freeing doing it from his POV. shouto (to me atleast) is the type to overthink so much that he completely skips over the simplest explanation—kinda like how you need to learn the basics of math to understand the more advanced stuff. he never had a stable foundation for affection or physical touch so he is quite lost in what is acceptable, what he wants, what he's allowed to want, what you want, etc etc…. while the series will be short I'm enjoying exploring those parts of him, and I am so glad you are too.

and thank you again for rereading open eyes, open arms!!!! I love trying to squeeze characters into AUs while keeping them as canon as possible lmao. I was relieved by the response to that one ( ^_^ ) I am very grateful for the love (and the well wishes!!!! I’m much better now ty), I hope december has been kind to you and continues to be as such!!

[toburnup]

i do not have the eloquency to go into a whole in depth analyzation of the iylo meta (tho i love reading your asks) but i just wanted to say you are by far my favorite stranger things fic writer your characterization, method of detailing the thought process, and overall pacing and setup is just phenomenal. ive read many a fic but you easily have one of the most realistic writing styles. its such a beautiful and gritty way of building your world and characters.

anw i just wanted to say that you've inspired a lot in my writing style and that you're an incredible writer

thank you so so much!! 🥰 i'm glad you like the meta discussion. it always feels (extra) self-indulgent, but it brings me a lot of joy, so i really appreciate people engaging outside of the fic itself. it means a lot to me and also makes me really excited to keep working on it.

💙💙💙 ty. i hope you're sharing your writing!

[yourthirdparent]

free space WHAT WIP WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT MOST OR WHAT SPECIFIC THING ABOUT ONE OF THEM R YOU SUPER HYPED TO TALK ABOUT GO !!!!!!

i'm just gonna say a little bit about each of them for this ehhehehehe

to daffodils is my BABY to daffodils is my pride and joy to daffodils is the only thing i care about in the WORLD and i have not touched it in several months. it's still my fuckin baby though don't care. i love thinking about the tbm time loop i love thinking about jason dying over and over again and nobody he loves being able to stop it. quick fun fact Apollo isn't rewinding time on his own. do with that what you will. oh also nico is experiencing the loop too so he just keeps reliving the day up until jason dies and he can't stop it and apollo won't stop it. so

the fire is hot is the original jasontristan rumour fic!! the plot is just. jason and tristan are spotted together. they Aren't a couple but people Think they're a couple. tristan panicking because jason is sixteen ensues. not a ship fic but it is the fic that made me obsess over trason and where would i be today without that obsession

stare us down is really fuckin old. like from when i first picked up writing again old.

father figure unlocked was originally written on paper !! i miss it tbh i never even got to the good part

I WON'T SAY SHE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU WANT ME TO OH MY GOD it's named after a line from yoshi's island by glass beach and it's Another transfem jason fic and in this one she's getting her makeup done by piper THAT'S RIGHT JASIPER MAKEUP FIC i miss it. i promised to post this one for adam ages ago but idk if it's got a good enough ending yet LMAOOOO

tristan cooking breakfast is sooooo self indulgent. obsessed with the duo obsessed with them mentally ill about them in every way every day. like half of it is just tristan explaining the concept of transness LMAO

love is no guess. ough. tbh my favourite part of this fic is that i started writing it at all LMAOOOO

funny enough i actually started writing head over heels before any of the rest of love is no guess

LIZARD MAGIC CHAPTER NAMED AFTER BMC FIC WEIRD SCIENCE best part of this fic is one it's lizard magic and lizard magic is great and two WEIRD SCIENCE REFERENCE i miss that fic

a boy with too much power was originally supposed to get more into the trio and THE CURSE but sadly i got bored 💔

the urge ! named after just the first thing that came to mind when i opened the doc

Untitled document is secretly kuaitomas but shhhh it's before anything happens. anyways cut to liu kang calling a thirteen year old kuai liang a slur

ty for all your asks!!! and ofc thanks to everyone who sent in asks i appreciate you all <3<3<3