#technically Crack treated seriously

[ephemeralfuture]

The Grocery Store

The grocery store is… noisy even though it’s empty. The chattering of the managers two aisles over, the sound of Seth racing like an eight year old up and down the aisles. Seth practically blurs past him and when he’s back he’s dumping a six pack of Bang Energy into his basket, crushing the bread. 

Seth, the fucking speedster, is just about to race off again, but Jacob is faster, yanking him from his hoodie. 

“Put this back.��� Jacob says sharply, pulling out the six pack. 

“C’mon!” Seth’s voice has a whining edge to it, “I was planning on playing Fortnite with my friends tonight! It’s a Friday!” 

Jacob sighs, usually he wouldn’t acquiesce, but the overhead light is buzzing and the sound is drilling into his skull like it was the United States and his brain was oil.  

“Seth. Work with me here, it’s a no.” 

“I even have money!” 

Jacob blinks, furrows his brow, “What money?” 

“It’s the, uh, 20 dollars you said you owed me when you forgot it was my birthday!” 

He did not forget. He very much did not forget. 

Seth must have taken Jacob’s dazed silence as a resolute no. 

“Okay then well uh– Dad owes me money!” 

Jacob sighs through his nose, when he inhales the air is cloying and sticky–too much. He pinches his brow. He hates that Seth can see his technique working. 

“Will it get you to shut up?” Jacob grumbles. 

Seth is giving him the biggest sparkling puppy-dog eyes, like he didn’t just crush Jacob’s bread. 

There’s a beat of silence, “Fine. But go get a cart first.” 

Seth hisses his cheer like Jacob didn’t hear him– and usually Jacob wouldn’t, but he seems to hear everything. He replaces the crushed bread with a better looking loaf, scans the rest of the aisle for jam and peanut butter. 

Jacob feels someone practically glide next to him, glide close, cold like they stepped out of a cryo chamber. They smell familiar– they smell nice, they’re too close. Jacob backs up, every sense in him honing on the figure. 

“Here, you wanted jam.” His voice cuts through the dissonant symphony of his senses, and Jacob is blinking blankly at him. 

“Huh?” 

“Jam.” It’s a young man. He looks shockingly familiar, “Peanut butter too, right?” 

“Right…” Jacob says, “was I… was I speaking aloud?” 

His eyes are golden, last time Jacob checked his eyes were jet black.   

“Hm…” The young man says thoughtfully, “Not currently, no.” 

Right, because this one could read minds. His voice hooks on a memory, far far off in his mind. 

“Edward Cullen.” Jacob says aloud, and Edward nods his head like he’s doing a curtsy, his mouth making a little smirk. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jacob says, recoiling, he’s tempted to slap the jar out of Edward’s hand. 

“Grocery shopping, like you.” 

“Bloodsuckers don’t eat.” Jacob says. Edward’s sudden presence ticked the switch of ire in him. Last time Jacob saw him, Edward was covered in blood, wiping his mouth, licking his lips. 

Edward makes a face, rolls his eyes, “Common misconception. We don’t need to. Doesn’t make eating less pleasurable.” 

Bull-shit! 

“I assure you, Mr. Black– it is not.” 

“Don’t fucking do that.” Jacob says. When Jacob gets a proper look at Edward, he’s taller, all marble cut with those familiar golden eyes and the copper quiff of hair. He looks the same as when Jacob saw him last, but different– worldly. Or at least better dressed. 

He smells nice. He looks nice. Fuck. That can’t be normal. 

“I can assure you.” Edward says, voice languid, almost teasing, “That it is. It’s called attraction.” 

“Fuck off.” Jacob says. It would be a bad idea to start a fight here, especially since he can’t take on Vampires alone and Seth is with him– 

“Relax.” Edward smells like vanilla perfume and musk, it rolls off him in waves. “You and your brother are safe.” 

“How many?” Jacob demands through grit teeth. 

“None– well, one.” Edward says, and he has the audacity to act sheepish, “Me.” 

“Stop. Stop doing that.” Jacob says again, he shakes his head, swallowing, “You reek.” 

“No good to lie to anybody.” Edward says, “Least of all to yourself.” 

“Oh.” Jacob scoffs, “Like how you convince this whole town that you’re human?” 

“Now Mr. Black. There’s that statement about stones… and glass houses…” 

“Oh fuck. Off!” Jacob takes a step back, Edward takes a step forward. Fuck no, safe his ass! 

“You’re too keyed up Mr. Black.” Edward says, “I already said you and your brother are safe.” 

Jacob takes a deep breath, his head is spinning and the store is too fucking loud and Edward smells so good; a maw of feral hunger opens in his stomach. 

Edward is taking two more steps forward, tilting his head to look at Jacob more intensely. He’s close, way too close and he’s cool enough for the temperature change to release the pressure gauge in his head. Jacob realizes that he’s breathing shallowly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from leaping at Edward– to fight? Nope. The feeling is too incongruent. 

“It’s inconvenient.” Edward’s so close and his voice is low and soft, “I assure you, it’s inconvenient for me too.” 

What? He can smell that? Is it like catnip for girls? Catnip for gays? 

“Hm.” Edward says shortly, he steps back turning his head, when Jacob looks in the same direction, he sees Seth, two Bang Energy six packs, a family sized bag of Doritos Cool Ranch, and– much to Jake’s unexplained relief–two ribeye steaks. Seth’s eyes go huge and round at the sight of them when he takes a deep breath. 

Say nothing, Seth, he begs internally, please say nothing. Luckily, it’s as if Seth follows his directions because Seth nods when their eyes meet. 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Edward says and he nods at Seth, who looks like he’s trying not to rear back and growl like a dog. Edward places the jar he was holding into the shopping cart and soon he’s out of sight. 

Seth stares at Jacob, turns to look back in the direction Edward went, looks back at his brother. 

“Is he your boyfriend?” 

“Huh?!” Jacob’s eyes go wide, then his face grows hot, “What–? No!” 

Seth looks unconvinced, “Are you sure?” 

“Seth!” Jacob hisses, “How would I not be sure if I had a boyfriend?!” 

Seth gives him a level look, with a glint in his eye that makes Jacob apprehensive. 

“You didn’t kill him on the spot.” Seth says, suspiciously, “And he’s a bloodsucker, like you said. You know him.” 

“We’re in a grocery store!” 

“Practically empty!” Seth counters,  “no one would really see, are you going after him?” 

Not a bad idea! 

“No…” Jacob says. 

“Then I’m telling.” Seth says. Jacob tries to give him a hard stare, but Seth makes a face like he’s already won. 

“How much?” Jacob asks, and he’s reaching into his pocket. 

“Fifty.” Seth says smugly. 

“No.” 

“Make that 100.” 

“That’s not how this works!” Jacob protests. 

“100 and a PS4.” Seth says. 

“PS4.” Jacob says without thinking, and his head snaps up to take it back but Seth is already interrupting him before he can speak. 

“And you buy me Bang Energy!” Seth says gleefully. Jacob gives him a withering glare. 

“You take one bang energy and that’s fuc-dging it.” Jacob yanks the second six pack out of the cart and places it haphazardly in the aisle where it didn’t belong. 

This is a section of a bigger slow burn Twilight Jakeward fanfic where me and my body double collaborator who's roommate write a Gay Twilight Fanfic as a joke. Double Sike! It turned semi-serious and now is an actual work in progress fanfic with nearly 30,000 words and three months of time sunk.

Read it here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/55266253/chapters/140190751

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

The problem with big fandoms (using "problem" in a very loose sense here) is that it's really hard to stumble across the weird niche undertagged stuff when its being buried in five million coffee shop/royalty/high school/soulmate aus. If there are 150 works in the tag total you can look through very quickly and find anything that appeals to you. When there are over a million it is much harder to do that.

[ai-the-broccoli]

thanks so much for tagging me, @itwillbelonelywontit!!

(Late) Snippet Saturday

because I was really late, I thought I might as well just post it on the following Saturday, which... was two days ago for me. lol, lmao.

but yeah, here's an excerpt from the 'light yagami is kira and also a taylor swift fan' AU fic that I have been writing (well, I was writing it some time ago). technically it's the first DN fic I ever started, but I haven't finished it yet.

(many many thanks to @selfdigestion for being the inspiration for this AU!!)

anyway, well, I'm tagging uhhh... god I've actually never played a tagging game before and I'm really not sure who I can/should tag. anyone who sees this and want to participate, then!

(EDIT: maybe @applestorms and @theoldworldsrunnerup, if you want to do it! dw if you don't want to)

[sonicasura]

Heritage Through Cognition

An insane idea that has been pecking at my brain for awhile. If the title wasn't enough foreshadowing, this is a Persona 5 based idea. Let's get started. Next part is here.

Before the next game that would determine the fate of humanity is rigged by a mad god, another decides to even the scale. A blue butterfly flies through an alternate realm where kaiju rampage for a simple goal. Obtain a piece of Cognition from two like-minded souls.

Fragments that when once combined would give life to the butterfly god's champion. An apology was given to the newborn child as he is soon left by the doorstep of the Amamiya Household. Who were the souls whose Cognition is used in the process? Kafka Hibino and Soshiro Hoshina.

I'm sorry but I couldn't resist. Ren Amamiya is essentially a Hoshikaf kid because by god it's an image my ass cannot unsee. Hairstyle, personality, weapon choice(Soshiro uses swords + Kafka can't= Ren uses a knife), etc. Yeah, these three! 👇

Back on to the topic at hand... Ren has no clue about his real origins through his life. Although his creation did have a side effect on both Soshiro and Kafka. Whenever Ren goes to sleep at the end of each month, he relives it's entirety again but with the two men there instead of his parents.

Soshiro and Kafka believe it's just some weird yet lovely constant dream for months. Living a peaceful kaiju free life with a great child alongside a perfect lover. That is until they both bump into each other a week later. You can bet the duo were so confused as Kafka figures they could talk about the experience at a nearby coffee shop.

The two don't know why they keep having this strange dream or why but decided to stay in touch. Something that would continue for 12 more months without deviation. (A year = 1 month basically.)

Then Ren gets arrested and the dreams strangely stop for two weeks. (Kafka would also gain his Kaiju powers during this period with Soshiro knowing about it too rather than just Reno.) A peculiar change that didn't bode well for either of them.

This hunch would be proven right when they both wake in a strange castle. Kafka stuck in kaiju form while Soshiro somehow had his Defense Force gear. Wandering around the castle, the men would soon reunite with Ren (just awakened his Persona) and his group.

Yup. Soshiro and Kafka get to go through the events of Persona 5 Royal as why not have some unaware family bonding? (I'll go more into that in a different post.) Here's how things work with the two.

Only their minds have been transported, not their bodies so both are essentially comatose to everybody else back home. Kafka's kaiju form and Soshiro's DF gear function similar to the Phantom Thieves' outfits so they are constantly active in the Metaverse. Finally only Ren, his confidants, alongside those who have entered the Metaverse can see either man.

Kafka and Soshiro are basically ghosts to everyone else since they don't have their actual bodies. The Persona often take advantage of this to talk with both whenever possible. Even potential demons based on literature, fiction, mythology or history need a break from their teenage charges.

Before you ask, Ren does have a Kaiju form. The reason is because Tiny, the larval kaiju, altered Kafka's cognition and thus the teen's body received one in return upon the two reuniting. Kinda a transfer based update comparison wise. It fully awakens after Ren makes it back to Leblanc post Interrogation.

A life or death response that raised a lot of questions between the KN8 duo. Ren's Kaiju form looks very similar to Kafka's but leaner, horns are arched like Arsene's, highlights/eyes are red, skull mask resembling his Phantom Thief one, a long slender tail, and black bat wings with purple feathers. The answer is revealed when the real Igor comes back.

Let me tell you that the conversation between Ren, Kafka and Soshiro was a bit awkward afterwards. A butterfly god did make a kid from both their cognitions without permission after all. Now I know some of you guys are wondering what's going to happen to our dear Joker once Royal's events end.

Well, Ren ends up in the KN8 world since that's where the cognition used to make him is from. First he awakens inside the Velvet Room alongside Morgana and has the entire thing explained to him by Igor. Both worlds are now accessible through the Thieves' Den with the duo also retaining their Persona. (Morgana also can switch forms too.)

Considering how dangerous the KN8 world is, some extra protection would be needed. There's of course a drawback. Persona are tangible in that realm thus everyone can see, touch and even harm them. Focus being required to keep their inhuman partners invisible.

You can bet Soshiro and Kafka were very surprised but grateful to see Ren again. Although that begs the question. Do they explain to everyone about having a teenage kid when both aren't even married?

No one saw it coming that's for sure.

@foolmariofest @driokrine

[zarvasace]

Teasers :)

[emdashbitch]

having a basic understanding of the central nervous system and how interconnected it all is, and how that might be affected by an advanced sci-fi prosthetic arm that can be configured to specifically exclude certain sensations like pain, that's wired directly into it to the point of being able to delicately hold plums without bruising them... leads me to believe there is a literal part of all that complex wiring in Bucky's arm, or rather the shoulder piece that connects to his spinal column and then up into his brain, that could instantly set off continuous reactions of particular sensations and simulate certain psychedelic experiences

like pain or alternatively pleasant sensations (not even necessarily sexual stimuli, just NICE ones you know? crying over how soft your cat's fur is or thinking your skin is made of caramel, being absolutely certain you can hear colours and see the taste of of the air)

anyway I just wrote almost 1k of Bucky Barnes experiencing what it's like to have a really great LSD trip because Peter poked at the wrong wire in his shoulder implant... come on it's connected to his central nervous system

[meowdei]

female reader ; non curse au ; established relationship ; reader lays on sukuna ; written bc i’m moving and can’t help but imagine sharing an apartment with him (i want someone to help me carry heavy boxes with flexing muscles as i take in the view)

“I can’t find the box with my bras,” you whine. It’s miserable, the look on your face. It fills Sukuna with unbridled joy as he cracks a thickly amused grin.

“Good,” he grunts in approval, “you don’t need them, anyway.”

“I do,” you glare. It takes all of three seconds before the reality dawns on you—and then he’s snickering as your glare becomes harsher. “You put it somewhere, didn’t you?” You accuse him through narrowed eyes.

“Me? I’d never.”

“I should’ve known moving in with you was a mistake,” you snap, “I’m moving back.”

“Too late. We paid for the moving truck.”

“Well, technically you paid for the moving truck,” you correct him, letting your lips stretch into a smug grin.

He scowls, rolling his eyes before slumping onto the bed with a groan. You follow him, curling up beside him as your head finds his chest and his arm tucks under your body to cocoon you closer. You inhale, he exhales, and even if your paces don’t match, your uneven breaths form a pretty solid rhythm.

“I’m gonna need my bras,” you insist.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “I’ll get the box from my trunk later. I’m tired, woman.”

“We still have to unpack—”

“There’s plenty of time for that,” he clicks his teeth in distaste. “I need rest—I did all the heavy lifting, since someone refused.”

“It’s what the man is for,” you hum cheekily.

“So then why didn’t you do it?” He raises a brow. You shoot him an unimpressed look at his smart comment, a tight lipped, sarcastic smile splaying on your lips as you let out a humorless chuckle.

“You’re right,” you nod seriously, “it’s my job to treat the lady right. Sorry you had to sprain your back with my boxes, princess,” you pat his cheek.

“The fuck are you on about?” The look of pure disgust on his face makes you break out into giggles, leaning up to kiss his jaw as he grumbles something incoherently under his breath. You hear bits and fragments of it. Something along the lines of such a handful and give me migraines that you don’t fully catch, but they manage to amuse you all the same.

“You’re pretty enough to play the part,” you hum, shifting your body to roll on top of his. You hover over him, and Sukuna lets out a dramatic grunt. You pretend—and it’s only out of the goodness of your heart—that his cheeks aren’t slightly rosy from the comment you made.

“You’re heavy,” he says (to which you gasp, offended) as he squeezes your ass (you gasp again and smack his chest this time) and shoots you a grin with no shame (you stare for just a strict second—and a strict second only—at his dimples).

“Don’t lie,” you huff, “that’s an insult to that gym regimen of yours.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He asks smugly, mouth curving in that ridiculously annoying, yet stupidly handsome way as he adds, “bet you’re eye-fuckin’ me through that mirror as I life weights all the time.”

“I’m too busy worrying about those shaky arms giving out and leaving you to die under the weight.”

“Very funny,” he scowls, “you could pay our rent with stand up comedy alone.”

“Being my princess isn’t enough? Now you need to be my sugar-baby, too?”

“Enough,” he hisses, one hand coming to your face to keep you away as you break into a fit of laughs and try to give him a cheeky peck to the lips. “Stay away from me.”

“No, we’re roomies now.”

“We are not roommates,” he says, irritated by the idea. “That sounds like we’re fuckin’ strangers.”

“You’re right,” you nod thoughtfully, “I guess we can call it two mutually benefiting individuals that have decided to split costs to save money on a living space in an unforgivingly harsh economy—”

“You talk too much,” he mutters. And mainly just to shut you up (but maybe, perhaps, possibly for one of the mutual benefits, too), his hand grabs the back of your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. You cut yourself off by letting out a muffled gasp as his tongue presses against yours—messy, heated, and surprisingly gentle.

“Well, that was rather passionate. You know what they say about roommates,” you wiggle your brows as you pull away. He purses his lips in an agitated expression as he glares at your stubborn word choice.

“Stop callin’ me your fuckin’ roommate,” he demands.

You laugh. It’s soft—a light, airy noise. The sound bounces off the walls that are his and yours and echoes along the space between your pressed-up bodies. Along the boxes littered across the floor and the suitcases lined up in the corner. Along the clothes you insisted you needed that he hasn’t seen you wear in months as they lay in a heap on his closet floor. Along the kitchen table where you’ll have breakfast, and the living room where you’ll watch movies, and the bathroom sink where you’ll fight over space to brush your teeth.

He’ll never tell you directly (because he has dignity, of course) but he could really get used to living somewhere that houses a sound like that. A sound that makes him realize the difference between the space he lives in, and the place he calls home.

Home, he thinks to himself for a moment. Home is where your laugh echoes, ringing obnoxiously in his ear. Sukuna doesn’t think any living space will ever be the same again without it.

“Since we live together now—” you murmur, breaking him from his thoughts as you lean in to peck his lips. He hums in a rare, soft, content little sound that you don’t get to hear too often. “—I can finally decorate your plain ass apartment.”

His brows scrunch in horror as he registers your words. “Absolutely not—”

“Muah,” you cut him off with another peck to his mouth, “I’m thinking earthy tones, what about you?”

——————————

I carried like 20 something heavy ass boxes to and from my car nonstop today and every time I felt my poor arms get sore, I thought: wouldn’t it be so nice to have someone like sukuna and his four arms to do all the work while I sit and look gorgeous? He doesn’t have four arms in this fic, but that’s honestly his problem not mine. Just carry the damn boxes I’m just a girl

[darlingghoulette]

walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya'

Summary: You come across a fun surprise on a supply run and decisions are made to “spice things up” in the bedroom for you and Joel. You fuck about it. That’s the fic. Rated E.

Content tags: crack treated seriously for porny reasons, established relationship, Jackson!Joel, afab!reader, reader has a vagina, no other physical descriptions of reader, no use of y/n, brief discussion of body insecurity, pussy play, pussy pronouns, finger sucking, oral, unprotected p in v, Joel talks you through it because of course he does, excessive use of contractions because Joel is Southern and so am I, ambiguous reader age–she was alive before Outbreak Day so you can do the math however you’d like. I’d still say she’s younger than Joel because the demons in my soul command me to write Older Man Smut. 

Author’s note: this started as a conversation about having a majestic bush in the apocalypse and spiraled into an excuse to write smut. While this is hot, I 100% believe that Joel would want his girl all natural as the good lord intended, but hey, pussy is pussy. Just wanna say: your body is your own, fuck patriarchal standards for body hair. This is just for a lil fun. 

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It starts as a joke. 

You’re clearing an old beauty store on patrol, some old chain business that used to peddle expensive makeup and a million different types of skin care that all essentially do the same thing. It’s not the normal kind of place to look for supplies, but if there was anything you’d learned living through the apocalypse, it was to be resourceful. 

You and Maria had already found a decent haul. Shampoo, acetone, disposable applicators that could be used at the clinic. And no infected growing into the walls to be seen. So far, at least.

All in all, the mood was pretty high. Maria doesn’t patrol much, especially after having the baby, and a calm, successful trip outside of the walls was a welcome one. She’s not technically your sister-in-law, seeing as you and Joel aren’t married, but she’s the closest thing you’ve had to a best friend and sister since the end of the world. 

You’re trading lighthearted conversation as you browse the aisles, nearly ready to call it a day when you see it. 

A medium sized box, dented and dusty. One of those wax melting kits, a little pot with tiny beads of brightly colored wax pellets. You’re already kneeling down to see if all the pieces are still intact when Maria ducks around the corner. 

“All set?” she asks, shooting you an amused look while you dig excitedly into the box. 

“How long has it been since you’ve seen one of these?” 

The packaging has certainly seen better days, and the wax beads aren’t nearly as vibrant as they probably once were, but surely wax doesn’t go bad, right? For her part, Maria is regarding the contents warily. 

“Can’t say I’ve had the time to get a wax in the past, hm, twenty years or so. So, probably about that long.” 

It’s almost strange to think about how little things like body hair used to be a huge deal Before. You can remember the first time in middle school you felt embarrassed about how all your friends shaved their legs and you weren’t allowed to. Before you even realized it was just a commonly accepted societal norm and not worth the huge drag out with your mom who had bigger things on her plate than her kid’s race to puberty. 

Stupid shit like that stopped being important…well, ever, if you think about it, society’s expectations were bullshit and patriarchal by design–but especially after the world ended. 

“We should try it.” you joke, even though something about the idea is actually tempting. 

“I’m alright, thanks.” 

“Come on,” You’re already imagining wrangling it into your saddlebags. “It could be fun! The guys are out helping with the dam maintenance until tomorrow, we could have a girls night! Movies, wine, torture for the sake of beauty. The full ritual, you know?” 

“I’m with you for the rest of it, but I’ve made peace with my legs how they are.” You hadn’t necessarily had your legs in mind. 

Maria, genius that she is, correctly interprets the wicked grin curling your lips up slowly without you even having to say anything.

She snorts, amused, but in a way that’s absolutely laughing at you instead of with you. She’s good at that. “No.” 

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” you defend, but she’s already shaking her head. 

“I’m not taking you to the clinic after you rip off something important giving yourself a Brazilian with a 20 year old kit.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes at her. “Now who’s being dramatic? It’s not a rusty razor blade. It’s wax, Maria. I’ve just…you know. Never done that, even Before. And I’m sure it would be even safer with more hands helping…” 

“Ask someone else then.” 

“Like who? You’re the only person I’d trust. And really the only person I have besides the 15 year old whose dad I’m currently seeing, and we just got her to the point of somewhat tolerating our relationship, I’d really rather not jeopardize that.” 

The image of what a disaster that would be makes you both laugh, but there’s enough truth in the statement that you feel a twist of embarrassment at even the thought. Absolutely not.

“Besides,” you say, faux-innocence dripping from your tone. “Might be a fun surprise for Tommy. Spice things up after the baby?” 

The look Maria directs at you is flat and unimpressed, but you can tell she’s not actually annoyed. In fact, there’s a glimmer of something sharp in her eye that tells you she might actually be entertaining the idea. “We don’t need things spiced up, we’re doing just fine, thank you.”

Your nose wrinkles a little at that, you may have brought it up first, but that’s your not-brother-in-law she’s talking about fucking–

“But,” she continues on before your face interrupts her anymore. For a few beats, anticipation hangs heavy between you in the dilapidated store.

“But?” 

The pursed seal of her lips eases into a grin, mischievous and matching your own. 

“But it might be fun to see the stuck dumb look on his face if I sprung this on him.” 

You let out a sharp bark of laughter, imagining your own Miller with a similar reaction. Yeah, this thing is definitely coming home with you. Just in case, you know? 

*****

For the millionth time in the last hour, you shift awkwardly on the couch. 

It’s the next day after your patrol shift with Maria. The ensuing girls night you’d had turned into more of a get tipsy on the Bison’s good whiskey and goof the hell off night. It was good to see your friend so relaxed, you thought, she stayed so busy and stressed keeping the town safe and secure. A rare cutting loose was called for.. 

It just so happened that the liquor in your system also made the mysterious box you smuggled from the supply run a whole lot more appealing. 

It was a whole ordeal, including cursing, awkward stops and starts, and more drinks than was probably smart for people your age. Thankfully, Maria was more familiar with the whole process and did most of the legwork. Not the most comfortable or glamorous passtime, and you got to know each other in ways that you certainly hadn’t expected, but the results at the end…

You cross your legs again, the sensation of your clothes on bare skin is novel when you change positions. It was stupid, and way more painful than you’d expected. Something fueled by drunk decisions and committing to the bit for laughs, but you can’t deny…it feels kind of nice? Different. But nice. 

Still, in the light of day, a new anxiety is popping out after your rash choice to go all beauty-school dropout.

The sun has sunk deep into the mountains, throwing those picturesque oranges and pinks across the Wyoming sky. 

Joel’s due home from his overnight trip to the dam any time now. 

Leftovers you’d snagged from the dining hall are keeping warm for him in the oven. There were no dishes to wash since you’d chosen to spare him the fate of choking down something you’d thrown together. (And he would have, the kind hearted fool. You’re not the best cook, but he insists on eating whatever you make while you attempt to learn.) 

The book you’re reading hasn’t progressed a single page, you keep picking it up and putting it down without retaining anything, your mind too caught up in its spiral.

What if he hates it? 

Of course, it’s a stupid thought. You know he’s not the kind of person who would judge you for something small like this. Sure, it’s not how he’s seen you since you both got together. But some guys go crazy for this, right? It used to be the preferred style for some people, back in the day. Even if it’s not his, it’s just fucking hair. It’ll grow back. He’s told you over and over that he’d love you no matter how you looked, and more than that his actions speak for himself. He’s literally seen you crouched over a toilet and ralphing your guts out. He’s seen you at every worst you’ve had in the last five years and is still there. In comparison, this is such a laughable insecurity. 

What if he thinks exactly that, though? It’s not a dealbreaker, but what if he laughs at you, what if he thinks it’s stupid and childish and you’re trying too hard, what if he hates it, or what if–

The sound of the front door opening interrupts your–admittedly silly–crashout. 

“Baby?” he calls out from where you can hear him shucking off his work boots, starting the familiar routine of sloughing off the outside world for the comforts of home. 

“Living room!”

Before you can quite go back to riling yourself up, he’s behind you, curling down over the back of the couch to kiss you hello on the slope of your neck. Your head leans backwards, craning up at him above you.  

His presence is like a balm, you can feel the smile growing on your lips while you take in the soft look he’s gifting you in return. 

He’s ruffled, hair a mess from the blowing wind outside; the scent of horse and woodsmoke and sweat rolling off of him. It never fails that fresh-off-work Joel just drives you absolutely up a wall. There’s something so masculine and protective and natural about him when he comes home like this that makes you want to just jump his bones as soon as he walks in the door some days. 

Today’s no different. 

“Have a good weekend, darlin’?” He’s leaned down further now, grunting just a little at the probable murder its doing on his back, to kiss you on the forehead. It makes you huff a soft breath of a laugh out of your nose.

“Better now, but yeah, it was pretty good. Dinner’s in the oven.” you hum, watching him straighten back up and start shedding his coat. “If you wanna take a shower first, I’ll get you a plate.” 

He kisses you again in thanks, a soft peck to your temple, a large palm coming to cradle your jaw briefly to press you into the contact. It’s intimate despite being so tame, a gesture that makes something deep in your bones melt better than any on-TV passionate romcom kiss ever could. This is real and warm, and makes you feel incredibly silly recalling your anxiety from just a couple minutes ago. 

*****

It’s only after you’re both set up at the kitchen table that the anxiety and anticipation begins to creep back in, Joel fresh from his shower in sweatpants, you with your feet propped in his lap with a cup of tea while he eats his late dinner. 

He’s telling you about the maintenance at the dam, how the group of workers had a disagreement on how to set up the factory to better prepare for the Spring storms that’ll move through soon. And you’re listening, really, you are. Nodding along when it’s needed, adding commentary when the conversation lulls. It’s just…

You can’t help shifting in your seat occasionally, or shooting him quick glances, wondering about his reaction. It’s getting you all twisted up again, and you’re trying to decide when will be the best time to bring it up. You’re nearly bursting with it, ready to pop and just get it over with already and–

“Alright,” Joel sets down his fork. “What’d she do?” 

You blink, brought short by the sudden change in conversation. “Huh?” 

“What’d she do?” 

“I’m not following.” 

Joel looks at you, a deadpan expression on his face, one brow raised and–Oh, no, that’s his dad detective face. 

“You’re over there squirmin’ like a sinner in church and you can barely meet my eye. If it was something you did, you’d have broken by now because you can’t keep a secret for shit. Which brings me to thinkin’ Ellie pulled some kinda fool stunt and you’re trying like hell to cover for her.” he says, the corner of his mouth pulling up into an amused and exasperated expression. “I went by the garage first thing when I got back into town and didn’t notice anything, but she’s gettin’ better at being a normal sneaky teenager. So, what’d I miss?” 

You can’t help it, that breaks you. You laugh, spine uncurling from its ramrod position. He always finds a way to break you out of your spiral. Even if he’s a little off the money, there’s something about the fact that he’s so attentive to your moods that releases the balloon of tension that’d been growing in your chest for most of the day.

During your giggle fit, Joel just smiles at you, pleased to have unfurled the little wrinkle you get between your brows when you’re really stewing on something. The meal mostly done and forgotten, his hands move to massage your socked feet in his lap, tugging playfully.

“Nothing happened, but it’s cute how you think you could get me to snitch on her,” You snicker, kicking one foot out to gently bump into his stomach. “She knows where I sleep and I’m more scared of her than I am of you.” 

He laughs, mumbling a that’s probably smart under his breath before trying to weasel more answers out of you.

“Alright, if it ain’t that, then what is it?” 

“I have no idea what you mean,” you sniff. 

“Baby.” 

His tone is low and coaxing, only meant to prompt the issue out of you, but it has the effect of kindling embers in your stomach. He sits there with his broad shoulders and tousled curls fresh from the shower, hands doing magic on the muscles of your feet, oblivious for all the world that he’s just about the most attractive image of a man you’ve ever seen in your life. 

You sink a little further into your chair, using the foot that’s not currently in his grasp to rub along his thigh. Something in his eyes immediately darkens. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

Taking the opportunity where it’s given, his hand slips further up your calf, fingers just barely brushing the tender skin at the crook of your knee, fully exposed for him in the pajama shorts you’re sporting. 

“Don’t gotta surprise me, don’t need nothin’. Got everything I want right here.” 

You grin. “What if I’m part of the surprise?” 

He was already looking at you before, but the way his eyes rake over you now? It’s heavy, taking you in like the only water in a desert. As much as his gaze feels like a physical thing, you’d much prefer his hands. It’s that want that has you lining up the final shot. 

“I mean, unless you’re too tired from your trip. That would be fine, honest, it can wait until–” 

You’re cut off with a delighted shriek when he stands and snatches you up from your chair, leftovers forgotten on the table as a problem for tomorrow. 

Head still spinning from the rapid change in scenery, it takes you a second to recognize that he’s headed straight upstairs. He’s on a singular mission, as made clear by the clever hand on your ass that’s not just to keep you supported in his arms. 

Joel may be older than you, but goddamn, you always forget how fucking strong he is. 

The buttons of his flannel are irritatingly done up and your fingers are trying to get the stubborn bastard things open when he makes it to your bedroom and drops you to the mattress with a squeak. You barely have time to get your bearings back from the impact before he’s pressing down on top of you. 

“Missed you so much last night,” he offers, already pressing hot kisses to your neck, your collarbone, pulling at the stretched neckline of a shirt that’s his anyway. 

You nod rapidly in agreement, nerves fizzling with electricity before he even touches you. It’s always been like this. The easy, syrupy intimacy of everyday life that can snap on a dime, dropping you both into urgency and need like you’ve never felt before. And, indeed, you need him to fuck you already before you go out of your mind. 

In a dance that’s as instinctual as breathing, your legs wrap around him. Your hips undulate up into his so you can feel where he’s hard and just as desperate.

Joel pulls back to hover above you. One hand palmed around the back of your neck, tilting you to look up at him. Guiding you where he wants you. “What do you need, baby?”

You lick your bottom lip, brain catching up to his words. His eyes dart down to your mouth. 

“I-I want–” you start, breathlessly, but he cuts you off with a click of his tongue. 

“Don’t think I asked what you wanted, sweet girl,” he hums, thumb resting on your chin and pulling it down. Gentle pressure, you could absolutely break away if you wanted to, but you follow his lead, sucking the appendage into your mouth. “Asked what you needed.”

You try to get the word “you” out around your mouthful, and you must do a good enough job that it earns you a kiss to the forehead, a move that might feel out of place to anyone else, but it’s so protective and possessive and him it makes you want to fucking writhe to release the pressure between your legs. 

The slick sound of his thumb when he pulls it from you draws a sharp whine from your chest and he shushes you, hands dragging down and down and down your sides, coming to rest on your hips. Something about that wriggles in the back of your head, like there was something you were supposed to be doing here, but you’re way too caught up to remember.

“It’s alright. I gotcha, baby,” Joel says, heated and soft in his low drawl, and then he’s sliding your shorts down your hips. Hands sure and practiced, expert at playing you like a goddamn fiddle. Lips laying scalding, sucking kisses from the crook of your knee to the inside of your thigh as he eases your legs open and–

Stops. 

It takes a couple of seconds for you to realize that he’s not just pausing for anticipation. He’s full on halted down there, one of your legs still hiked up in his palm, staring down at you like…Well. 

You think the term Maria used was struck dumb.

You bite your lip to keep the laughter contained. It’s not very successful, because his eyes snap back up to your face after a snort sneaks out against your will. 

There are lots of sexier ways you could play this, probably, but you settle on grinning up at him. 

“Surprise?” 

The sound he lets out is more of a sharp exhalation of breath than anything, like it was kicked out of him. You think you hear a goddamn tacked on the end there, but it’s quiet.

“What prompted this?” he asks when his words find him again, eyes dropped back down to take in the sight. 

“Felt like a change,” you mumble, losing some of your previous steam. You can give him the whole story later, but despite being used to him seeing you all kinds of ways, something about direct eye contact with your pussy makes you wriggle uncomfortably. 

“You, uh. You like it?” You’re starting to feel that anxiety creep back in, especially since he hasn’t confirmed or denied, or said much of fucking anything to give you a clue yet.  

Something in your tone must give that away, because you can almost see him mentally shake himself–systems coming back online, you think to yourself. The next time his eyes catch yours, it makes your stomach go molten. 

“Like it?” he echoes. His fingers have started exploring, petting down your soft skin. Even just the gentlest touch is like a livewire, makes your entire body clench, and he huffs out a soft laugh. “More’n like it, you are…Christ.” 

He’s lowered your knee over his shoulder now, using both hands to make you lightheaded without actually touching where you want him.

“She’s so pretty, baby,” he coos at you, making you moan even louder when he caresses the tender skin on either side of your cunt. “You make her all pretty just for me?” 

You nod, words a knot in your throat. 

“She’s always pretty, though.” You can feel the hot breath closer now, mouth hovering just above where your nerves are on fire. The sensation has your hand snapping down and threading into his hair with a keening whine. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, an’ all mine.” 

And then he’s eating at you like a man starved. 

He’s always been enthusiastic when it comes to your pleasure, but like this everything feels heightened, sensitive beyond measure. His nose bumps your clit and your vision whites out.. 

His tongue is not just bullying inside you every few strokes, it’s licking at the soft, smooth skin wherever he can touch. He sets his teeth to gently drag across one of your folds and it sends you nearly howling with it, the pressure in your core ratcheting up so high that you feel yourself hurtling to the edge impossibly fast. Joel knows it, too. He knows your body better than anything else on earth. 

“That’s it,” When he pulls back, it’s only with scant inches between you still, dipping back in to lay kiss after kiss on your heated flesh between words, like he can’t stand to pull himself away. Two of his fingers take the place of his tongue, crooking up inside you exactly where he knows drives you crazy and thrusting. Fucking you through it with every trick he knows drives you right to the peak. 

“Good girl, take what you need, alright? Give it to me, baby, I got ya’,” 

You can’t do anything but comply. Chest heaving, crying out with your orgasm as he eases you down as effectively as he built you up, kissing around your clit because he knows the stimulation can be too much directly after.

You don’t even wait to get your breath back before you’re using the grasp you still have on his hair to yank him up to your mouth. 

He tastes like you. 

It’s your favorite thing to taste on him. 

Down below, past where his fingers are still petting at you, he’s grinding into the bed, trying to relieve the pressure where he’s straining against the seams of his sweatpants. The sight of it knocks enough sense back into you to start tugging at his clothes with urgency once more. It must amuse him greatly judging by the look he gives you. 

“Need something?” he asks, but smart man that he is, he’s already joining in to help you shove his clothes away, your hands too shaky from the mind-shattering orgasm still. “Got another one in you?”

“You gonna keep asking stupid questions?” you pant, and it makes him bark out a delighted laugh, genuine and deep, and it has you grinning in response, always secretly pleased when you make him laugh. 

It’s a practiced dance between you both; getting him undressed to match you, taking playful nips at the newly uncovered skin within reach, getting distracted by long periods of kissing until you’re so keyed up again that all you can do is pant against his mouth while he teases you. 

He’s slowly rubbing the head of his cock against your soft folds, a slick slide that echoes wetly in the room and it’s so fucking obscene you could vibrate out of your own skin. 

Up and down.

Up and down. 

Coating himself in you and…just feeling. Playing with you. Enjoying his surprise. You let out a whine, impatient and beyond your limits. 

“S’it feel good?” he’s toying with you, stroking along your skin everywhere except where you need him. He nudges against your clit and the shocky, overwhelming zip of it rocks a gasp from your chest that he must like the sound of because he does it again, hungry for it. 

“You didn’t answer me earlier, you think she’s got another one for me?” 

You’ve dissolved down to only nerve endings, too wound up to do much in response but grind up against him. 

“Feels so good, so soft and sweet f’me,” he groans, the head pressing in just that little bit, barely there, only needing just that little bit more pressure to pop past the resistance and into your body. “Why don’t you feel, baby? Reach down here and guide me in, feel how nice we feel together,” 

He grabs your hand, pulling it down between your bodies, grunting when you grip around him. It’s so slick and hot, a combination of the two of you that makes your stomach clench in anticipation. You try to guide him right in, desperate to feel him inside of you, but he resists.

“Slow, baby, slow, there we go,” It’s agonizingly drawn out, but he sinks into you finally, the position you’re in–one of his hands under the small of your back to tilt you up to him, your knees locked around him–combined with the glacial pace makes it feel so intense and fucking deep that you’re sucking in great lungfulls of air to keep from floating away. “Theeere we go, atta girl. Always take it so well,” he murmurs, breathless himself, shoulders tense. 

He’s petting along your side with his free hand, gentling you like a goddamn horse, and fuck does it make your eyes roll back. With anyone else it would probably feel condescending. With Joel it just makes you want to slam your hips down into him even more, get him to move already. 

He finally does draw back, right before slamming forward again and stealing all of the hard-won breath from your chest. 

Time is lost after that. A haze of slapping skin and moans. 

He adjusts his grip on you, both hands coming to rest on your hips to physically pull you into the force of his thrusts, propping you up and up until–

“Fuck!”

He hits that spot inside of you that makes your entire body jolt with electricity, and he grins, boyish and cocky. 

“There she is,” he’s relentless, angled perfectly to make you lose your mind, thumb coming up to rub perfect, tight circles over your clit in time with his strokes. “I’ve got you, baby, gonna let go for me?” 

Already keyed up and sensitive from your peak earlier, the overstimulation is tortuous and so, so good, already hurtling you towards another that you know he can feel impending by the way you’re tightening around him. 

You’re trying to hold on, drawing out the pleasure curling at the base of your spine, but he drops down, hips never stopping, thumb still a maddening pressure on your clit, and he bites at your chest. 

His breath is scorching hot and wet on your skin as he groans “such a good fuckin’ girl, fuckin’ come on my cock baby, s’all yours,” and he bites down on a peaked, puffy nipple. 

Your second orgasm of the night rocks through you, the force of it startling, your fingernails making deep grooves in Joel’s back as you ride through it. 

He’s cursing and holding you to him, hips stuttering with your cunt gripping him so tightly. Your end tumbles him into his own, emptying into you and fucking his come deeper on instinct. 

The room is silent except for your combined breaths as you both come down. 

There’s a pleasant buzzing in your limbs, a humming in the back of your mind as it comes back to the awareness that you still have a rather large man resting on top of you and that your lungs would quite like it if they could inflate all the way. 

You tap Joel’s shoulder and he adjusts, sweat-sticky skin peeling from you to move to the side. It’s not as gross to you as it maybe could be. You think that’s what love might be. 

He’s no sooner on his back beside you before you’ve rolled to lay against him, one leg tucked up over his, your chest flattened to his. Like space between you might actually kill you right now in the wake of your high. To his credit, he must feel the same, his palms skimming over your back, your ass, down to your knee and up again in a soothing circuit. 

Soon you’ll need to get up and run a bath. Currently, you cannot think of anything you’d like to do less than move from this spot. 

Joel kisses your hair, then your forehead, across your cheeks, anywhere he can reach, and you hum, absolutely in love with how touchy he gets after a good orgasm. The man may look big and bad outside these walls, but you have his number when it comes to post-coital cuddles. 

It’s because you know him so well that you sense something brewing, his thoughts a little too loud for your liking. “Everything okay?” 

He just hums, working a spot under your jaw with his teeth. 

“Joel.” 

“What?” 

“You’re thinking too hard.” 

“M’not.” 

“You are, I can smell the smoke.” 

He huffs, head dropping back to the pillow. “Cute.” 

“I know,” you pretend to preen, but drop the humor quickly in favor of propping up on an elbow to look at him. He doesn’t seem distressed, but he’s definitely chewing on something. “What is it?” 

His forehead is furrowed a bit, mouth curved to one side in thought. “You just…” 

Your brow raises, prompting. 

“You didn’t do all that,” he gestures at your lower half propped against him. “Just for me, did you?” 

You snort. “Didn’t hear you complaining about it a minute ago.”

He rolls his eyes. “I ain’t complaining, I’m just saying.” 

It’s on the tip of your tongue to tease again, maybe even get a little defensive as the nerves from before try to sink back in, but you refrain. You can see in his expression that he’s serious, trying to say something here that’s important, so you let him gather his thoughts. He sighs, appearing frustrated at himself that the words aren’t coming out right.

“You can do whatever you want with your body, not like you need permission from me. I just wanted t’say that you don’t need to do anything to change yourself for me. I know some people did that controlling shit Before, pushed their preferences on their partner, but I thought it was stupid then, too. I love the way you are no matter what, because it’s you, alright?” 

You blink at him, not expecting the heartfelt turn in conversation. 

There’s a hint of a flush under his tanned skin that has nothing to do with the previous vigorous activity. Talking about emotions usually does that to him, but he always makes a point of letting you know how he feels about you.  

You wax your pussy on a drunken whim because you think it’ll be hot, and this large, wonderful idiot of a man is worried you did it out of some obligation to beauty standards and wants you to know he loves you regardless. 

As silly as the situation is, you’re utterly, ridiculously charmed. 

You smile down at him, still propped on his chest. The perfect vantage point to see how his eyes get drawn to your kiss-swollen mouth. 

“And what if I said that I was just trying something out? Comparing differences, you know, to see what I like. Scientific, almost.” 

His eyes darken.

“In that case,” With a startled shriek, he has you flipped, back pinned to the bed once more. “Thinkin’ we should keep on testin’.” 

He’s creeping back down your body, focus resting on his come that has been dripping out of you, fingers scooping through the slick and pushing it right back inside where it belongs. It wrenches a shocked moan from you. 

“Joel, I can barely move already.” you whine. 

“Good thing I’m doing all the work, then.” 

His eyes are locked on the apex of your legs, greedily taking you in. 

“I ain’t done with you yet, pretty thing,” and you don’t think he’s talking to your face at all. 

[ironteeth-fury]

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Do u give ghoap fic recommendations? If so can u give us please 🙏 (iys alr if u don’t want to ^~^)

*rubs hands together* finally my time has come, the 436 cod bookmarks i have will be useful!

right so you didn't specify anything beyond ghoap so i'm gonna throw a bunch in here with different themes and lengths and settings and stuff.

Gonna try to keep it to one work per author as well, but generally check out the other works of these authors!

I'm gonna cover WIP's that i'm following and loving, canon ghoap, still military but au in ways that might be timeline or in the sense of magic or abo or supernatural or something. Also completely AU ghoap, and I also have a couple crack fics that i just think are really good and funny.

Buckle up there's a lot

WIPS

Acceptable Loss by MildLimerence. Limerence is one of my favorite authors, definitely check out all the other works as well. Acceptable Loss is post MWIII wherein Soap gets turned into an agent for Makarov. This has made me cry and scream.

But not to yield by monsterlice and toomanybats. Definitely also check both authors out, more good shit to be found!! post military service for ghost and soap both. Demi!Simon in an abusive relationship, absolute perfect specimen who will treat you right! Soap. Pretty sure this updates weekly on wednesdays or thursdays, i forgot sorry :/

There will be no tenderness by Simcoehole. Simcoehole is where I break the rules, there will be 4 of their fics in this list and I will not apologise (really you should applaud my restraint because i could've put a lot more in here). This is canon Ghoap with Soap on medical leave, stalker!ghost, a lot of angst and pining, and Simcoehole's specialty: idiots to lovers. has only one chapter so it's the best time to get into it! Updates on mondays, I think.

Crack fics

right so a couple shorter fics that are just generally funny

miannach by simcoehole. Right. Simcoehole fic #2. This is very much Crack Premise, executed super well and quite seriously as well. Premise: Soap cuts a hole in a bar of soap (lol) and it becomes a magical portal hole to his ass. So after fucking himself with it, he decides to leave it in teh communal showers. Which is fun but overwhelming. Then Ghost gets a hold of it. (this is just a lot of porn, but it's awesome)

Save a pony, ride a ghost - Jazzybot4 and naughtypixie. Soap has Stripper Skills and it is the perfect opportunity to show them off. the rest of the 141 is stunned <3

the divine and the blessed by ghost_throat. Soap finds himself being sacrificed to a god (believe me this will be 1000x better iwthout context. Don't forget to read the sequel)

Talk Too Much by achievement_huntresss. '22 ghoap who are in denial about their feelings run into '09 ghoap who, while not fucking (anymore) immediatly clock that the idiots are head over heels for each other, and decide to do something about it.

Russian Roulette by Red_Clegane. Just. Soap being a badass completely casual, as you-please. Love the attitude

Canon Ghoap

Up In Arms by eclecticscribbles. Ghost introduces Soap to BDSM so they can infiltrate a fancy exclusive bdsm club to find their target.

Any Time You Need Me by thirteenbullets. right so this is technically an entire series that i've linked, but, they all fall under what im gonna tell you: non-sexual intimacy, physical touch, a bit of angst and a lot of comfort. This entire series feels like curling up with a blanket on the couch in front of the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa. it's comfy. (also has one of my favorite sentences ever that will live rent-free in my brain forever. He drew the ducks <3)

Seasons by StinglessWasp. the writing is breathtaking, it's a beautiful look at soap, ghost and their relationship and how they change over the course of four seasons.

What Has One Good Leg and Bleeds? by YmeMadarame. Soap gets his leg injured and betrayed and falsly confirmed KIA in the depths of hostile territory. He tries to make it back home. A classic case of it gets worse before it gets better.

Mission Briefs by BleedingTypewriter. What if ghost and soap hooked up before they met for the mission in al mazrah? Written as missing scenes between game cutscenes and missions. Beautiful, funny and sexy!

sometimes words have two meanings by Bluejay141519. beautiful take on the "the team accidentally massively hurts soaps feelings and trigger his inferiority complex" featuring a lot of hurt!soap.

its just a shot away by Bluejay141519. so another breaking of the rules by adding a second fic from bluejay, but both these fics are special to me. This is soap on a mission that went beyond FUBAR, trying to survive long enough for the 141 to come get him, and has been going on stims for almost 4 days. Soap reacts real bad to stims once he comes off of it. This is beautifully written and grabs me every time, and somehow manages to be one of the funniest things i've ever read while the tone of the fic overall is very serious and angsty.

Take a Breath by TAFKAmayle. Longg before the 141 started, we get Sergeant Simon Lamont (who will later be Lieutenant Simon "ghost" Riley) in charge of training the platoon of Corporal John "soap" MacTavish. There is tension. (turns out, it's sexual tension. who'da thunk it?) Includes them meeting again in game canon. (love this, its hilarious and i love it as a peek into Simon's mind)

can't keep johnny down by Wheezing_Joe. Soap loses comms on a mission. The 141 have to leave him behind. Soap makes his own way back to base. Turns out they missed him.

Bad Habits by NebulaGazer. I think this is the first real long fic that I'm linking, at 140k words. It's a mission fic of ghoap getting together. Soap gets thrown out of a couple of windows. It's great!

I Woke Up Underground by WispScribbles. this is a fun one!! we get wump, angst, buried alive trope, more wump, dad!price, and a lot of Feelings. (also definitely comfort at the end no worries)

Bait and Switch by Starlight_VLD. Another Soap gets turned into Makarov's assassin fic, this time with body doubles!! it's beautiful, it's sad, it's comforting, it's 141 as a family.

Oh, Brother by MeowMeowRiley. Ghost's family lives, and through some work civililan connections, both get roped into helping Soap's sibling move, unbeknownst to each other.

This is Ghost and Soap as Simon and John, seen through the eyes of their siblings, who do wonder 'why the hell are they not fucking yet?'

Military Ghoap AU's

faege by Simcoehole. #3 Simcoehole fic!! Soulmate AU following the MWIII storyline. Ghost and Soap wake up tied together by a red string of fate, declaring them soulmates. Both of them decide that, no, fate must have made a mistake, just because I'm hopelessly in love with him. He doesn't feel the same. I don't want to ruin our friendship. Let's see how we can get rid of this because he deserves better than being stuck with me for the rest of his life. (yep.) A lot of pining, angst, Idiots to Lovers (altho the idiots never really goes away with how fucking bad it is lmao). This is beautiful and it will make you yell at your screen and want to throw things but the worst part is that even though they're being big stupid idiots, when you're in their head you GET IT, you might not agree but you understand why they're comign to the conclusions they are (mostly). It's infuriating in the best way.

The devil has my throat by Simcoehole. Hi, last but certainly not least (with over 400k words) we have the devil has my throat. THIS FIC is what got me into the author, and what got me into the community. This fic is the start of my tumblr account. So, yeah.

Vampire!Ghost and Previously-Traumatised-By-Vampires!Soap. Who has, obviously, not processed said trauma at all, but is also immediatly horny as fuck for ghost. Features: being idiots, a lot of kinky vampire sex (so blood and biting and also some fun surprises you'll love later) a supernatural plot, price who doesn't get told even 10% of what's going on, and my Favorite OC Of All Time Ever.

Thrown for a Loop by enter_fand0m_reference00. Time Loop Alone Mission!!!! need I say more?? no, no i don't. (check out the rest of the series for more time loop shenanigans)

Results May Vary by HigherMagic. HigherMagic is one of my favorite authors so definitely check out all the other works as well, but this is the one I picked out to go on this list. It's wolf shifter soap deciding to woo the shit out of dragon ghost. (with a lot of lore!!! we love lore!!!)

Wont you lay your hands on me by Kensington. ABO but make it make sense! Alpha Ghost, Omega Soap, courting, world-building, trauma processing. absolutely one of my favorite abo fics ever (it's #2)

Yes to Heaven by Apollos_Last_Prophet. Okay but what if Soap was "killed" and taken and been made into Makarov's assassin before the 141 is even a thing?? You get this. The Ghoap is absolutely gorgeous in here.

My heart in your hands keeps going on by FetteEule. Former Military Soap! Neighbours Soap and Ghost! Ghost being forced on leave and fucking hating it, and soap changing his mind on it <3 (also of course price knows soap too)

Collecting Strays by WhisperedWords12. Check out the author again, there are more!! Werewolf soap gets rescued from a werewolf fighting ring and, being military, gets kept by Price and the 141. Ghost does not trust Soap at all.

No Rest for the Wicked by WispScribbles. Retired Ghoap are called back in when Price goes MIA. Mission fic. Feelings. Established Ghoap (theyre marrieddd)

hell hath no fury by sunshowers_and_dandelion_wine. Dragon shifter Soap!! Who accumalates the 141 as his hoard and is super protective and possessive, while trying to keep his being a dragon a secret!

Varium Lupus Division by North927. Sort-of military, sort of not? Post 141, Simon sets up his own division where they rescue and rehabilitate shifters/hybrids. Soap is the latest rescue.

Take Me On by Monsterlice. this is the #1 abo fic. It's got traumatised omega!Ghost who does Not Trust Anyone who goes into heat, has put it off long enough that it might kill him if he doesn't get handled by an alpha. Surprise, Gaz and Price, the only alphas (people, really) he trusts in the world are not here!! and won't be back in time. So, Laswell calls in Alpha!Soap (who will start at the 141 in like, a couple weeks) Features Consent!King!Soap who is absolutely enamoured by this huge feral omega who will fucking kill him if he steps a toe out of line. I fucking love soap in this soooo much.

a patron saint for butchers, fools and living fire by ForgottenFrog. I dunno, don't really want to spoil it by telling too much about it. This is one of the fics that settled into my bones and refused to leave.

(are you tired yet, cuz we've got some more to go)

AU's!

Dark Eyes Meet Under The Sky by Aessedia. (gonna have another one of Aessedia because i could NOT for the life of me choose) University professor Ghost. Grad student Soap. Soap needs a reccomendation for ghost who is known for being grumpy and hating his students. Also, Soap begins talking to a Dom on a kink-related dating website. Wonder who that is.

The Aerialist by Aessedia. LIsten okay Aessedia is just fucking amazing and go check /all of it/ out, because these two are my favorites but all the others are super good as well. Also, happy birthday to The Aerialist!! Aerialistic Acrobats Soap and Ghost who starts as rivals but then suddenly have to work together. Beyond overcoming their rivalry, there is also seemingly someone out to kill or at least ruin the 141 acrobats.

Why Did The Cowboy Take Hay To Bed? by LawfulSlab. Definitely check out all the other works as well they're beautiful. Historical au. Omega Soap and Alpha Ghost are the only two survivors of a convoy ambush. They seek shelter and have to pretend to be married to save Soap's virtue (unmarried omega out all alone, gasp!!) and then they fall in love. It's domestic as shit, and beautiful and the convoy was definitely a plot device to get them here and not something that will come back later as more plot, nahh.

Head of Department by Goblin_Pudding. Professors AU! Rival professors who hate each other, Price forces them to work together and /shit fuck we're in love now/. Including the past coming back to haunt you and Feelings <3. Romcom!!

Yellow Card by eddie_dxaz and skerryB. Football players AU! of course our boys start out having a massive rivalry and then Soap comes on the team and they have to play nice. Featuring homophobia of the world of sports, shitty exes coming back to create chaos, alive Riley family (except Simon's dad).

a pirate's life, aye? by victorianankles. firstly, pirate AU is one of my favorites. WE need more pirate au. Just gonna quote my bookmark of this one:

Soap's voice is the perfect mix of melodramatic, sad, hilarious and that somehow humble cockiness that's all Soap. I laughed so fucking much reading this and everyone should read this too, it's beautiful and I love it and I'm gonna cherish this fic forever

for those who need more convincing; one of the epilogues has soap in lingerie that's made of fancy chains and shiny gems. (i might or might not absolutely need art for this fucking hell)

Spoils of War by WhisperedWords12. RIGHT losers of a war get kept as war prisoners until the losing party signs officially that they've lost or something. They get used as sex slaves by the winning party. This is considered normal by everyone involved, as long as you treat your (temporary) slaves well. Soap gets captured and falls under Ghost's care. They are both not prepared for how much they like the other. (a tag from the fic: Enemies to Something They'd Rather Not Talk About. Which I think is quite fitting.) I love the dynamic in this, it's gorgeous.

RIGHT so that's it. For now. I mean i'd assume it's enough for the forseeable future.

Again, like i said i have more than 400 bookmarks so if you want more reccs, reach out, tell me what you like and I'll dig through my bookmarks and brain to see what i can find <3

Also people dont forget to leave kudos and a comment on the fics. If you dont know what to comment, give 'em this one from me:

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[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

June 10th

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1. Hellooo, could you recommend some fics where wwx died instead of yanli or zixuan, I’m craving for angst rn🥹🥹🥹. I appreciate it so much, thank you!!

ius in bello by Lise (T, 2k, JC & JYL & WWX, Canon Divergence, Tearjerker, Sad Ending, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Not A Fix-It, POV JC, 🔒[Podfic] ius in bello by flamingwell)

Dead, Not Gone by Tysis (T, 22k, WangXian, Fix-It of Sorts, The Wens Lived, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, WWX is ghost, protective juniors, Apparently Four Can Keep A Secret, for now, Not Everyone Dies, But also, Nobody Dies, Angst with a Happy Ending, The Lack of Proper Communication Will Kill You)

finding you always, all ways by BlueFrogs (T, 31k, WangXian, ChengQing, Reincarnation, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Romance, Memory Loss, technically there is character death, but he comes back lol, Age Difference, due to reincarnation) link in #13

Golden Phoenix by Alineko (G, 34k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, JL & WWX, JC & WWX & JYL, JZX & WWX, JL & LJY & LSZ & OYZZ & WWX, MXY & WWX, WIP, Reincarnation, Reincarnated WWX, Jin WWX, Child WWX, Minor WangXian but when he is older, Protective JYL, JC Gets a Hug, WWX is JL's Brother, Protective Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Cute WWX, Stressed JC, Light Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Protective WWX, WWX Shenanigans, Crack Treated Seriously, Golden Core Reveal)

in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, XuanLi, WangXian, ChengQing, for like the first time ever someone besides WWX actually succeeds at killing WWX, now historically killing WWX without WWX’s active participation, has proven to be a tricky proposition but here we go, killing WWX has made a lot of people very angry and is widely being regarded as a bad move, WWX: I made necromancy look cool and now all the kids are doing it, WQ: what—like it’s hard? JC shouts, he is a godsend, if you ever need a character to just yell the thing, JC is available for your shouting needs, JZX: the least objectionable of all the Jins, JC is getting like all of the best comedy lines in this story, it is his secret birthright, somehow ‘WWX died at Qiongqi Path’ went from being the central premise of this story, to being a thinly veiled excuse for JC to yell at people who look funny at his brother, no regrets tbh) link in #13

To Be Named by Suibian_613 (T, 39k, WangXian, WIP, Major Character Death, Canon Divergence, Out of Character, WQ is out of character, Everyone is probably ooc, ,canonical violence, Canonical Character Death, let WWX and JC become bros again, somewhat softer JC, he has better emotion handling because spoiler: JYL lives, Somewhat Sentient Burial Mounds, WN & JC Rivalry, Sibling Rivalry)

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2. itmf a fic where lz rides a motorcycle,,bonus points if wy had no idea and is flabbergasted by the realisation! also welcoming any fics where lz is just a bad boy in general which subverts wy's expectations

it's a simple thing (really) by YunmengLotus (E, 18k, WangXian, Modern, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Under-negotiated Kink, sexual acts while inebriated, Alcohol, D/s undertones, Unreliable Narrator WWX, breath play, wwx has a PHD in mental gymnastics, Friends With Benefits, LWJ has a motorcycle, this is much more serious than it looks, Dubious Consent, Rimming, Spit As Lube, Gay Panic, Getting Together)

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3. Hey i do not know if it is a fic comp yet, but i think transmigration fics are quite consistent to be added. For the next itmf too, i would like a transmigration ff without any a/b/o or wip that have wordbuilding preferably(if not thats fine too) @just-troy0-0

The Scapegoat by chiyukimei (T, 4k, WangXian, JL & WWX, Major Character Death, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, WWX and JL Bonding, not Jiang friendly, Not JC Friendly, mentions of abuse)

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 50k, OFC/LXC, minor WangXian, Isekai, Transmigration, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Amateur cartography, Butterfly Effect, Sunshot Campaign, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, No Golden Core Transfer, Dimension Travel, Politics, LXC the politician, Self-Insert, Foreknowledge, Angst with a Happy Ending)

take me back to a time by DizziDreams (T, 143k, WangXian, College/University, Modern with Magic, Time Travel, Sharing a Bed, Fish out of Water, Man Out of Time, WWX questionable decisions, LWJ lizard brain, Angst with a Happy Ending, WWX’s lack of self-preservation, Student WWX, Time-Traveling Wizard LWJ, Slow Burn, Character Death, reference to abuse, Canonical Character Death, Canonical Abuse, Canon LWJ, Canon-Typical Violence, Mutual Pining, Chronic Illness, Not A Fix-It, WWX be like “i should be scared but instead im just horny”, feat: lwj horny grip, Case Fic, Russian Translation Available, Transmigration, America, Spanish Translation Available,[Podfic of] take me back to a time by dreamhazer)

💙 Song Unwritten by Kytrin & Mslead (E, 94k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts, cql meets mdzs, Transmigration, Parallel Universes, YLLZ WWX, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, References to Depression)

❤️ I Started From the Bottom/And Now I’m Rich by x_los (E, 57k, WangXian, WWX/Others, Mutual Pining, Marriage of Convenience, Arranged Marriage, No Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, WQ Lives, Transmigration, Time Travel, Weddings, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy, Black Widow, Protective Siblings, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Sugar Baby, consort, Politics, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Crack Treated Seriously)

🔒❤️ the thing with feathers by RoseThorne  (G, 43k,wangxian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Fear, Recovery, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, Grief, Adoption, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect)

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4. Itmf: Hello, are there fics in which Lan Zhan tries to to manipulate WWX to start a relationship with him? Bonus points if WWX realizes this but a) doesn't care or b) also manipulates Lan Zhan to have him as a boyfriend. Dark!wangxian is more than okay. Same with Genderbender, age gap, underage or Omegaverse. Thank you!

🔒 Have him stripped, bathed, and brought to my tentby KizuKatana (E, 30k, WangXian, Dark LWJ, A/B/O, Huli-Jing WWX, powerplay/powerdynamic, dubcon (due to power dynamics), Overstimulation, Edging, Biting, Scenting, Possessiveness, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, warlord, Emperor LWJ, civilian (sort of) captive (also sort of) WWX, dragon sex magic, Not traditional Chinese emperor history fully alternate reality of immortal creatures)

A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (E, 41k, wangxian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, LWJ goes crazy, Manipulation, Grooming, Except LWJ and WWX are physically the same age, but LWJ kept his 30 year old mind, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Conditioning, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Anal Fingering, WWX is a Lan, Minor Character Death, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, Abusive Jiang Family, Jiang Family Bashing, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Horny WangXian, Qingheng-jun Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Lanling Jin Sect Bashing, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX, BAMF NHS, Burial Mounds Lore, Sentient Burial Mounds, Married WangXian, Adopted LSZ, Breathplay, Dark WWX, Yandere LWJ, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

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5. hii this is for itmf

can i have some recs for divorced wangxian, where they r still endgame pls. completed fics, longer the better :)

thank you! @bunnycoffeeumcat

🔒 Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Corporate Espionage, Post-Divorce, Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation, Therapy, Angst with a happy ending)

no balance by silverclaw (T, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Post-Divorce Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Netflix Show Host WWX, Concept Artist LWJ, the give LWJ friends agenda, Temporary Amnesia)

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6. Hello hello! I was wondering if you have any fics where LWJ hurts WWX in some way, emotionally or otherwise, and has to earn forgiveness? Like, properly work for it. Cheers and thank you!

🔒 Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, [Coldread of] Concord by Deastar by AuntieIroh)

🔒 Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Corporate Espionage, Post-Divorce, Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation, Therapy, Angst with a happy ending) link in #5

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

these are all Royalty alternative universes, so I hope that’s okay:

much sweeter than by mellowflicker (T, 3k, WangXian, Royalty-ish AU, Arranged Marriage, a little bit of YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending)

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

True Gold Fears No Fire by defractum (nyargles) (M, 82k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Ancient China, Wuxia, Historical Inaccuracy, Arranged Marriage, Identity Porn, Mutual Pining, Emperor!LWJ, empress!wwx, Eventual Happy Ending, Misunderstandings)

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7. Hi, I wonder if you can name any fics where

A) WY loves eurodiscopop or just disco 🪩

B) loves roller skating (I already know one where he is burger place waiter on skates 😄)

Thanks 😘

7B)

Disco Overload by Enk (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern, Rollerblades & Rollerskates, Minor Angst, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Blood, Minor Injuries, First Dates, University Students, Wingman NHS, Getting Together, Fluff)

Thank you for waiting by Wheezy8 (E, 94k, WangXian, Romance, Modern, Roller Derby, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Canonical Character Death)

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8. hi can u recommend all outsider pov fics on wangxian (like it can be lan xichen or juniors or any oc anyone) @imliterallygonnagetviolent

🔒 break the silence with these beating hearts by Reverie (cl410) (T, 1k, WangXian, POV LQR, Good Uncle LQR, Hanahaki Disease, The mortifying ordeal of talking to your crush, Mild Blood, Tumblr Prompt)

rerun from the outside by Eicas (T, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Crack, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, JC POV)

trouble with time by cloudpd (T, 5k, WangXian, Time Travel, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, POV Outsider, Humor, POV JC, he's so fed up with wangxian, rightfully so, wangxian are shameless, kind of crack, POV LXC)

and he sang about the stars by hauntme_then (M, 29k, WangXian, Brotherhood, Growing Up Together, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death)

Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Inventor WWX, Found Family, NHS needs a new hobby, And apparently that’s spoiling his Wei-Xiong, Mentioned Character Death, Alcohol, Protective NHS, WangXian Endgame, Not JC Friendly, Not particularly gentry sects friendly overall tbh)

the world is but a stage for the two of us by MandMandM (Not Rated, 10k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Shameless WangXian)

Wait, What? by MarbleGlove (G, 1k, WangXian, Time Travel, POV Outsider)

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9. Can you recommend me some wangxian fics in which wangxian is straight couple or one of them is crossdressing?I have read some fanfics from shana storyteller and am looking for some more like them

🔒 a harmony between qin and se by Alaceron (E, 62k, WangXian, Gender Changes, Historical, Female WWX)

❤️ We'd roll and fall in green Series by x_los (G/E, 26k, WangXian, Gender Changes, Always a Different Sex, Accidental Marriage, Marriage Festivals, Holidays, Awkwardness, Fist Fights, Pining, Crushes, Sisters, Episode 7, mentioned canon-typical domestic abuse, mentioned canon-typical sexual violence (implication of minors), (not depicted just discussed as possibility), First Kiss, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Politics, School, Horror, Murder Mystery, Road Trips, Bitchy LWJ, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Competence Kink, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Self-Sacrifice, Battle Couple)

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10. Can someone recommend wangxian fanfic where Wei Ying is obsessed or madly in love with Lan Zhan ? please @dim2512

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11. Hi! Itmf some protective wei wuxian like wwx being protective of the juniors or any flavor of protective wei wuxian really...

💖 the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire)

Bunny Baby by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, LWJ Has Feelings, Soft WangXian, Gender-Nonconforming LWJ, Protective WWX, Bad Parent LQR, Fluff and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV WWX, Autistic LWJ, [Podfic of] Bunny Baby by frostedhearth, Conejito by evirtual3)

🔒keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, Background WangXian, the opposite of reconciliation, Protective WWX, Duelling, Grief/Mourning, not for jc fans, Swordfighting, Resentment, LSZ centric, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)

The Kid In My Garden by kathie_raddare (G, 7k, WangXian, Kid Fic, Age Regression/De-Aging, kid lwj, doting WWX, Protective WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Feels, mending wounds)

dormiveglia (in between sleeping and waking) by comforting_monachopsis (M, 13k, WangXian, XuanLi, Diary/Journal, Golden Core Reveal, Canonical Child Abuse, Canonical Character Death, YLLZ WWX, Oblivious WWX, Protective WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Sort Of, Dysfunctional Family, Family Issues, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, Dead WWX, Angst and Tragedy)

🔒Echoes, Feelings, Yet to Disappear by GravityWinsAgain (M, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Married WangXian, Protective WWX, Angry WWX, descriptions of LWJ's whip scars, descriptions of YZY's abuse of WWX, Discipline Whip, but like only in the context of the scars it left, Hopeful Ending)

silk threads and precious metal by Sevidri (M, 4k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Whump, Blood and Injury, WWX' Canonical Vengeful Streak, LWJ Makes A Beautiful Damsel in Distress, Non-Consensual Ribbon Touching, Protective wwx, Hurt LWJ)

Crack me open, pour you out by Tenillypo (E, 16k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Cursed LWJ, Protective WWX, Oblivious WWX, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Porn with Feelings, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, POV LWJ, Hurt/Comfort)

green flame, black flute, red ribbon by Fleetling (T, 3k, WangXian, LJY & LSZ, LJY POV, wwx kills people violently and with extreme prejudice, Hurt/Comfort, i think, yeah warnings for kidnapping, intimidation using weapons)

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12. Hii I know it hasn't been long since my last itmf 😓 but I hope the mods don't mind me sending another one so soon. I'm itmf

A) wwx being taken care of by an oc adult, if it's Jiang family (minus jyl) bashing then that's even better, also if the oc us a woman I would love that

B) AUs in which jyl adopts wwx, I don't mind canon setting but modern is preferred

Canon dynamics only and completed/no discontinued or forgotten works please, thank you 🩷 @menimimimeni

12A)

💖 And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Screw the Cultivation world tbh, The Lan precepts deserves better, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, domestic life, Social justice boyfriends wangxian, Happy Ending)

The River Brought You Here by ChilianXianzi (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, POV Outsider, Amnesia, not JC friendly, Past abuse, Strangulation, Found Family)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death, [Podfic] Cold read of "what builds a home" by Stratisphyre by KeriArentikaiPods (KeriArentikai))

🔒Crimson leaves by barisan (T, 4k, WangXian, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Rogue Cultivator WWX, WWX gets lesbian grandmothers, WWX learns about his parents, WWX is a Wen, (Through his lesbian granny but still), Getting Together, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Pre-Canon, Genius WWX)

🔒Flowers Blooming by Ilona22 (M, 35k, WangXian, Adoption, Prostitution, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Growing Up)

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13. Hii itmf a fic where wwx died instead of yanli or zixuan, it’s also okay if it’s both. Thank youuu!!!

Dead, Not Gone by Tysis (T, 22k, WangXian, Fix-It of Sorts, The Wens Lived, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, WWX is ghost, protective juniors, Apparently Four Can Keep A Secret, for now, Not Everyone Dies, But also, Nobody Dies, Angst with a Happy Ending, The Lack of Proper Communication Will Kill You) link in #1

finding you always, all ways by BlueFrogs (T, 31k, WangXian, ChengQing, Reincarnation, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Romance, Memory Loss, technically there is character death, but he comes back lol, Age Difference, due to reincarnation)

Golden Phoenix by Alineko (G, 34k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, JL & WWX, JC & WWX & JYL, JZX & WWX, JL & LJY & LSZ & OYZZ & WWX, MXY & WWX, WIP, Reincarnation, Reincarnated WWX, Jin WWX, Child WWX, Minor WangXian but when he is older, Protective JYL, JC Gets a Hug, WWX is JL's Brother, Protective Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Cute WWX, Stressed JC, Light Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Protective WWX, WWX Shenanigans, Crack Treated Seriously, Golden Core Reveal) link in #1

in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, XuanLi, WangXian, ChengQing, for like the first time ever someone besides WWX actually succeeds at killing WWX, now historically killing WWX without WWX’s active participation, has proven to be a tricky proposition but here we go, killing WWX has made a lot of people very angry and is widely being regarded as a bad move, WWX: I made necromancy look cool and now all the kids are doing it, WQ: what—like it’s hard? JC shouts, he is a godsend, if you ever need a character to just yell the thing, JC is available for your shouting needs, JZX: the least objectionable of all the Jins, JC is getting like all of the best comedy lines in this story, it is his secret birthright, somehow ‘WWX died at Qiongqi Path’ went from being the central premise of this story, to being a thinly veiled excuse for JC to yell at people who look funny at his brother, no regrets tbh)

To Be Named by Suibian_613 (T, 39k, WangXian, WIP, Major Character Death, Canon Divergence, Out of Character, WQ is out of character, Everyone is probably ooc, ,canonical violence, Canonical Character Death, let WWX and JC become bros again, somewhat softer JC, he has better emotion handling because spoiler: JYL lives, Somewhat Sentient Burial Mounds, WN & JC Rivalry, Sibling Rivalry) link in #1

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14. hello! are there any cameraman LWJ fics?

on your marks, get set, bake! by BlackWiresOnHerHead (G, 41k, Modern AU, College/University, The Great British Bake Off AU, Humor, no GBBO knowledge required for entry, [Podfic] on your marks, get set, bake! by avawtsn, meilanmeilan (avawtsn)) maybe 'get ready, set, bake' by BlackWiresOnHerHead. It's about WWX in a great British bake off style competition from the junior quartet's pov.

phase boundaries by chinxe (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, kind of a buzzfeed unsolved au, Pining, Humor, accidental wingman jc) buzzfeed unsolved au with cameraman lwj

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15. hiiii any fics where wwx is very appreciative of lwj and admires him very much, and talks/thinks a lot about how handsome, how strong, how kind, how smart, etc. he is? @ashxi-wx

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious)

spoke like we meant it by BlackWiresOnHerHead (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern, 5+1, Fluff, oh my god they were roommates, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Pining, Cuddling, Accidental Confession, Humor, Abandonment Issues, Light Angst)

Three B's by diamondbruise (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, Attempted Seduction, idiots to lovers, one braincell shared between two beautiful people, Getting Together, Bad Pick-Up Lines, one (1) to be precise, Extreme stupidity, wwx is nervous and cannot be held accountable)

new phone, who's this? by uchiuchi (T, 5k, WangXian, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Accidental Confession, Modern AU, they are in love your honor, Friends to Lovers)

Work in Tandem by MimiSpearmint (E, 23k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Single Parent LWJ, when you just want disability-led sword lessons for your child, swordflight instructor!wwx, swordflight instructor!lwj, Fluff, give lwj friends agenda, Protective LWJ, Getting Together, Intercrural Sex, Choking, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Implied off-screen D/s negotiations) especially chapter 4

Once Patience Bears Fruit by FinallyGotTheInvitation (E, 215k, WangXian, Immortal LWJ, Immortal LSZ, Mortal WWX, soon to be, Immortal WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Fluff and Smut, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Oblivious WWX, Protective LWJ, Reincarnation, Sex Magic, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, novel canon, "Straight" WWX, Age Difference, switching POV, Drunken Kissing, Drunken Flirting, Power Dynamics, Light Bondage) basically everyone reincarnates in the modern day including wwx.

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16. hi, itmf fics with resurrected/reincarnated characters other than WWX, post canon or during story. thank you

💖 do not envy the roots that hold you down by eccentrick for rianitida (T, 12k, WangXian, Reincarnation, WQ is a Lan, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) Wen Qing reincarnated as a Lan

🔒 Turnabout and Start Again by runningondreams (T, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Role Reversal, Soulmates, Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, SuicideI, mprisonment, Violence, Minor Character Death, Mild Gore, Pining, Identity Issues, Getting Together, Happy Ending)

the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, WangXian, QingLi, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, slightly dark!JYL, wq lives because i said so, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, manipulative relationship (background xiyao)) has Jiang Yanli resurrected in Qin Su’s body

you've heard that melody before by Stratisphyre (M, 65k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, POV Multiple, Multiple Canon Character Deaths, Depictions of depression, Light Dom/sub, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics) In you’ve heard this melody before, Wen Ruohan gets resurrected in Mo Xuanyu’s body

To Make a Miracle by mercyandmagic (M, 49k, XiYao, WangXian, SangYu, WN/A-Yan, SongXiao, ZhuiLing, OYZZ/Round-Faced Girl, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicide, Main ships are xiyao wangxian zhuiling and sangyu) Lan Xichen resurrects Jin Guanyao

Once Upon A Time in Qinghe by paranoid_fridge (T, 22k, NHS & NMJ, wangxian, LXC & NMJ, Angst, Humor, and quite some stuff inbetween, Spoilers, Post-Canon Fix-It, Sort Of) Nie MingJue is resurrected

Once Patience Bears Fruit by FinallyGotTheInvitation (E, 215k, WangXian, Immortal LWJ, Immortal LZS, Mortal WWX, soon to be Immortal WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, almost every character dies, and then, ALL CHARACTERS LIVE, Fluff and Smut, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Oblivious WWX, Protective LWJ, uncovering the past, Reincarnation Sex Magic, magical sex, "dual cultivation", Age Difference, Drunken Kissing, Light Bondage, Major character death in a flashback, Angst, "Straight" WWX, Until he finds out he is in fact not straight, WWX has a bit of self discovery, Power Play, Dom/sub Undertones, Intercrural Sex, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Orgasm Edging, Anal Sex, Praise Kink, WWX is a Brat, Virginity Kink, blowjob, Multiple Orgasms, Biting WWX is a Tease, POV Alternating Blindfolds, mentions of CNC fantasies, mentions of somnophilia, Riding, Prostate Orgasm) basically everyone reincarnates in the modern day including wwx.

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17. A wangxian fan fiction where wei wuxian gets adopted by nie sect instead of jiangs

🔒 shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410) (M, 58k, NieLan, WangXian, SangNing, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, Joining the “Wei Wuxian raised by the Nie Sect” Club, Mentions of WWX’s life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives AU, Protective NMJ, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family)

🔒💖 The Echoes of that News Ring Loud by Scarlet_Gryphon (T, 111k, NHS & NMJ, 3zun, NHS/WN, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, NMJ Lives, WWX Raised by a Different Sect, Joining the Wei Wuxian Raised by the Nie Sect club, Universal Da-ge NMJ, JGY deserved better, Cinnamon Roll WN, the Nie brothers will do whatever they can to save the world, Temporary character death (but they get better), Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Everyone Lives, Good Guy XY, because let's not leave kids hurt on the street, Let's give NHS Battle Fans club member, Gray-Ace power trio 3Zun, Canon Divergence, discussions of JGS's canon-levels of dickery, brief and non-graphic discussion of past rape/non-con due to QS's origins, Mentions of Nightmares, NHS is a Little Shit, Minor Character Death, Happy Ending)

🔒 If you liked it then you should have put a (sect robe) on it by KizuKatana (T, 49k, WangXian, WWX & NHS, Canon divergent after Cloud Recesses lectures, Public humiliation (not the sexy kind), Sect posturing, no golden core transfer, Madam Yu and JFM’s A+ Sect Leadership, WWX joins the Nie) it coul also be this one - WWX joins Nies as adult/teenager

🔒The Light That Fails to Dim by glowingreverie (T, 310k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Gore)

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 488k, WangXian, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Adopted WWX, WWX is a Niè, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious WWX, Protective NMJ, Scheming NHS, Protective NHS, Soft NMJ, NMJ is So Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Pining, LWJ Has Feelings)

Mulberry seeds by OurLadyoftheRain (G, wangxian, Canon Divergence, nie WWX, WWX grows up in the nie sect, POV NMJ, Narration Heavy, Time Travel, from an outsider pov, Time Skips, every day all day is 'love wwx time', WWX & LWJ become friends early, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, POV WWX, POV Alternating)

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[yuri-is-online]

One Sided Love Triangles: Tokyo Debunker

Link to Twisted Wonderland Post

Because I hate when people have to lose. Though I'd be way more comfortable writing a normal love triangle for tdb than twst... there's a few of these bitches who could stand to be knocked down a peg or two.

Haru vs Peekaboo- betrayal never comes from your enemies does it. Haru wants to be happy you get along with his baby, and he's really grateful for your continued help in the anomalous animal sanctuary, really. He even originally found your interactions with Peekabo really cute! He's got a bunch of videos saved on his phone and everything but he can't help but feel just a wee bit bitter. He really wants to be the one with his head in your lap getting scritches and being told how cute he is. Something he'd never say to your face but whines about at the bar enough for Romeo to record and send to you. "For free?" Yeah for free he's had enough of this shit please come get your man MC.

Kaito vs Luca- this one is cannon to a degree I think... Kaito is deeply insecure about how much more confident Luca is around MC compared to him and how the girls on campus seem to like him more. The fact that he's so painfully oblivious doesn't help, meanwhile Luca is just overjoyed that his two best friends are in such a good relationship. You're genuinely perfect for each other, why all these secrecy and making him promise not to tell the other about the nice things you say? Isn't it natural to gush about your partner???

Towa vs Ren- Towa is such a pouty baby who doesn't fully understand his feelings and Ren is just happy to have a friend who understands the concept of a log in bonus. Neither of you fully realize that Towa is attempting to flirt, or would it be closer to say woo? All you know is one minute the two of you are casually chilling and talking about horror movies or something and then *BAM* Towa's thrown some flowers at Ren and pulled you into his lap. He's happy you wiggle to get comfy with him but very upset that you keep up your conversation with Ren. Stop being a good senpai and pay attention to hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim.

Tohma vs Leo- just hear me out. I don't think Tohma really gets jealous? He seems super secure in himself and his abilities so he doesn't have much of a reason to get whiny and silly over MC, that's your role in the relationship. And he knows, logically that this little video Leo uploaded is bait to test the security on campus but it doesn't stop him from damn near cracking his phone in half when he sees it. That's how Leo wants to play this little game? Well fine, Tohma hopes he's ready to be thoroughly humiliated. No one can flirt with another man's partner quite as well as a bitch with a monocle. Leo is totally unaware any of this for the most part, he just assumes the extra irritation he's picking up on from Tohma is because he keeps spying on him and Alan. The fact he keeps teasing MC doesn't even cross his mind, he's just doing that to irritate you.

... as a side note can you imagine how confused everyone would get if Leo and MC kept picking fights about their upcoming "divorce" when no one even thought they were ever technically together. Except for Ritsu who sits you down to seriously try to talk you in to let him being your divorce attorney and still doesn't fully get that it's a joke by the time you're done. Actually while I'm at it:

Leo vs Ritsu- where that's exactly your dynamic but Leo starts catching some genuine feelings when he tries to crack a joke about you cheating on him with your divorce attorney only to realize that makes him unironically angry. How dare you, after everything you've been through. Wasn't he he enough? You know he can't treat you like he can. And you're just like "what can't treat me wrong?" And then you have a very toxic make out session Sho has to hear both of you scream about later while he seriously considers taking up a drinking problem.

Taiga vs Haru- this game has one character named Haru (ginger, baby) and one named Haku (green, evil?) Which confuses me an unreasonable amount. I already mentioned I wanted a serious Taiga vs Haku love triangle... but Taiga vs Haru would just be silly. You have MC who loves anomalous animals and hanging out in Jabberwock and Taiga who hates emotional intimacy and his feelings for MC just as much as he hates the idea of you being with anyone else. And of all people why Harry? He thought they were friends... or cool at least even if he won't let him eat that chinchilla thing. And now he's got MC playing defense for it too, it's irritating. He already has to fight himself to remember who you are every time he sees you again and go through the annoyance of recognizing he's a bit in love and now he can't even break into the animal sanctuary without tripping over himself and paying attention to you instead. It's annoying and it's all Haru's fault for having everything he wants. (If you ask he'll say that complaint is about Peekaboo but Haru and Romeo know it's not.) Haru is just trying to get some help from a trusted friend he's so stressed out ;-;

Sho vs Jin- Sho and his excuses... he doesn't want to just invite you to hang out and he doesn't want to ask you to come help him with the food truck because you've got so much else to do. You deserve a chance to rest, and he wants to be who you come to do that with. But Jin... he'd make that so much easier if it was him wouldn't he? He's rich and connected, and you're so sweet he's sure you could thaw that frozen heart enough for him to see you as human and not a gopher. Sho knows you, the moment he started paying attention to you he saw you as a person. But he still hurt you... and Jin didn't really do that did he? Jin doesn't like Sho because he's in Vagastrom and he doesn't trust him with your safety. Sho might see a rival and a better option, but what he's really dealing with is MC's disapproving dad who can't stand that their boyfriend has a leather jacket and a motorbike. He bets he's got tattoos and an arrest record too doesn't he MC, Jin is judging you so hard.

[danicalithegirl]

Dustin and his dad's.

Hawkins, Indiana – June 1986

It had started because the school finally kicked Eddie out.

Technically, he graduated—which was the shocker of the century according to half the teachers at Hawkins High. But the real problem came after: no longer being a student meant he couldn’t claim the AV closet for Hellfire anymore, and the janitors were itching to get their storage space back.

So, he’d gotten a notice from the school office (“Final warning before items are discarded,” in all caps) and immediately called in reinforcements. Namely: Dustin, who owed him at least a dozen favors; and Steve, who didn’t owe him anything but showed up anyway, because that’s just what Steve did now.

Hellfire’s old headquarters was chaos incarnate. Towering cardboard dragons. Mismatched dice in cracked film canisters. Paint-chipped miniatures. Torn campaign maps. A box of cloaks that smelled like body spray and ramen. Eddie treated it like sacred treasure. Steve treated it like it might contain anthrax.

They spent the morning hauling boxes out to Eddie’s van, then to a half-cleared unit at an old storage lot outside of town—one he claimed was "temporary," though he’d already hung up Christmas lights in the rafters for ambience. Something about maybe throwing band rehearsals in there. Something about “the vibe.”

The heat was punishing—Indiana summer already in full swing—but Steve had shown up in a cream-colored cable-knit sweater and slacks, like someone’s dad on his third wife’s second wedding.

Dustin gawked at him when he arrived. “What the hell are you wearing? Are you okay?”

Steve just shrugged. “Had brunch with my mom. You know how it is.”

He didn’t elaborate. And no one really asked. But the truth was: it was safer this way. After what happened last spring—everything in the Upside Down, everything with Vecna, everything they couldn’t tell anyone—his mom had become just attentive enough to notice if he looked “unraveled.” Sweaters hid scars. Slacks hid bruises. Sweaters meant “I’m fine, Mom,” and for a while, that was what he needed to be.

Besides, Eddie had looked at him once while he was wearing it and called him “Professor Daddy Issues,” and then blushed so hard he nearly tripped over a crate of resin dice. Which honestly made it kind of worth it.

Eddie, by contrast, was in full gremlin-mode: black jeans torn at both knees, boots scuffed to hell, and a Nirvana tee with cracked yellow lettering under his vest. The shirt technically belonged to a cousin from Indianapolis—some college guy with a taste for weird zines and off-label punk. He’d handed Eddie a tape labeled Bleach (Sub Pop) the last time they saw each other and said, “You’re welcome, metal boy.”

Eddie had listened to it so many times the tape was already warping.

“This band’s gonna blow up,” he kept telling Steve and Dustin, like he was personally manifesting it.

“I’m sure,” Steve said dryly, wiping sweat off his forehead with the hem of his sweater, which made Eddie grin and mumble something like, “God, you’re such a jock.”

But he didn’t mean it like an insult. Not anymore.

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The Secret of Them

Steve and Eddie hadn’t meant to end up together. It was never part of the plan.

They'd started talking more after spring. After the battle. After the hospital. It began with late-night drives and shared cigarettes on the roof of Family Video. Steve had a lot of quiet he never used to have, and Eddie had a lot of noise he didn’t know how to shut off.

Somewhere in between they started hanging out just to hang out. Not because Dustin begged. Not because there was supernatural horror afoot. Just... because.

One night, Eddie let it slip that he never really dated anyone seriously in Hawkins. Steve said “yeah, same,” and meant it for the first time. A few weeks after that, Steve kissed him on the back step of the trailer when he thought no one was watching.

That was early May.

Since then, it had been movie nights, and stolen looks, and hands brushing when they passed soda cans. Quiet stuff. Small stuff. Hidden stuff. Dustin and Robin didn’t know. Wayne probably did. But they didn’t say anything. Not yet.

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And Now... This Dumb Joke

So when Dustin showed up, jittery from sugar and full of post-graduation chaos energy, it wasn’t surprising that he found Steve and Eddie loitering in the string-light glow of a half-empty storage unit, surrounded by old cloaks and boxes labeled “Critical Hit!” and “DO NOT OPEN – CURSED?”

What was surprising was the way Dustin grinned and declared, “Mike. Take a picture of me and my two dads.”

Steve blinked. “What?”

“You heard me. Come on.” Dustin wedged himself between them, practically bouncing. “Dad #1: leather, rock n’ roll, possibly cursed. Dad #2: sweater-wearing, mom-car-driving, looks like he pays taxes early.”

Eddie wheezed with laughter. Steve huffed but didn’t pull away.

Mike—beyond done—snapped the photo and muttered, “Say ‘bad life choices.’”

The shutter clicked. Eddie barked out a laugh. Steve gave Dustin a noogie. Dustin screamed. It was dumb. It was great. It was... over.

Until the photo showed up in a frame.

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It was the following weekend when Dustin spotted it.

He’d dropped by Eddie’s trailer to borrow a box of old D&D minis and maybe convince him to run one more summer campaign before college stuff stole everyone away. But as he stepped into the living room, there it was. Sitting proud and centered on a shelf just above the legendary Mug Wall™—Eddie’s weird, ever-growing shrine to novelty mugs.

“Uh.” Dustin blinked. “You framed that?”

Eddie looked up from where he was trying (and failing) to glue a goblin’s arm back onto a tiny figurine. “Framed what?”

“That.” Dustin pointed like it might disappear if he didn’t. “The dad pic.”

“Oh,” Eddie said, like it was no big deal. “Yeah, of course I did. It’s a classic.”

“You have, like, a hundred mugs and one photo up here. This is practically a shrine now. What, is this the Church of Eddie and Steve?”

“Maybe.” Eddie smirked. “Don’t be jealous just ’cause we’re photogenic. Also, look at your face in that shot. You look proud. You look like we just picked you up from Little League.”

“I’ve never played Little League,” Dustin scoffed.

“But if you had,” Eddie said, gesturing with the glue-covered goblin, “we would’ve been in the stands. With matching ‘Henderson #1’ shirts.”

Dustin snorted. “Oh my God.”

Just then, Wayne appeared from down the hall, towel slung over one shoulder, having clearly just showered after a shift. He nodded at Dustin in greeting, then paused.

“Huh,” Wayne said, squinting at the photo. “That’s a good one.”

Eddie perked up. “Right? It’s got energy.”

Wayne scratched his chin. “You, your boyfriend, and the kid. Real cute. Like a Sears ad if Sears had a section for weirdos.”

Record scratch.

Eddie froze. Visibly. The kind of full-body panic Dustin had only seen in horror movies and the time Mrs. O'Donnell almost caught him cheating off Lucas in history class.

“I—he—I—” Eddie stammered, suddenly red-faced and nearly dropping the glue.

Dustin’s mouth fell open. “Wait. WAIT.”

Wayne frowned. “...What?”

“You knew?!” Dustin squeaked, spinning toward Eddie. “You’re dating Steve? Like, actually?”

“Okay, first of all—Wayne, what the hell, I told you we were keeping it quiet!”

Wayne held up his hands, utterly unbothered. “Didn’t know it was a secret. You’ve been starin’ at him like he’s a damn Hallmark movie for months. I figured everyone knew.”

“I didn’t!” Dustin shrieked. “How do you know before me?! I live in the middle of all your weird flirt fights!”

Steve chose that exact moment to enter, holding a paper bag. “Hey, I brought fries. Why is everyone yelling?”

“STEVE,” Dustin said, pointing dramatically. “YOU.”

Steve blinked. “...Me?”

“YOU’RE DATING EDDIE.”

Steve looked at Eddie. Then at Wayne. Then back at Dustin.

“Well,” Steve said slowly. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

Eddie groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I’m going to kill Wayne and then myself.”

Wayne patted his shoulder on the way to the fridge. “Relax, kid. It’s cute. And I’m too tired to be murdered today.”

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Dustin didn’t shut up about it for a week. He made Steve and Eddie endure endless teasing, dramatic reenactments, and a new nickname: Dad².

But what he didn’t tell them—what he told no one—was that a couple days later, he got a copy of the photo printed.

He slipped it into a frame from Melvald’s and set it on his own desk at home, right next to a little science trophy and his radio.

Because... yeah. They were his dads.

And maybe it was kinda cute.

Even if they were idiots.

[itsnotsunnyy]

almost golden

pairing: jacob black x female!reader

word count: 1k

content: soft angst, growing up too fast, emotional weight of responsibility, mild cursing, bittersweet nostalgia, soft kisses, teenage yearning, late-night feelings…

summary: his world is made of legacies and expectations, but she’s all golden laughter, sticky drinks, and the kind of joy that makes him feel like a boy again, not a burden. maybe this night is the last flicker of something innocent. or maybe, it’s the beginning of something they were too young to name.

a/n: this is a little more personal, because i graduated high school last year, and ever since, i’ve felt lost in almost every aspect of my life. writing this was my way of reminding myself to slow down and i hope it can be that reminder for you too. you’re still young. you still have time. don’t worry so much. breathe, and enjoy the moment. also, this piece was heavily inspired by “ribs” by lorde, since i had it on repeat the entire time i was writing.

it had been a long time since jacob black felt young.

not just young in age, he was seventeen, technically, but young in the way that used to mean staying up late for no reason, letting time slip away like it didn’t matter, not carrying the world on his back like it might fall apart if he set it down.

but tonight, everything felt like before.

before the shifting. before sam. before bella.

someone was throwing a party,

not really his thing anymore, but embry had mentioned it offhand earlier, and quil had teased something about “bonfires and barefoot dancing,” and then there was her.

that girl.

the one jacob kept pretending not to think about. the one who didn’t treat him like a weapon or a story or someone to fix. the one who laughed like summer and smiled like she knew how heavy he felt and didn’t care,

like she’d carry some of it if he let her.

he didn’t mean to show up. not really, but his feet carried him there anyway. like muscle memory. like he wanted something he wasn’t supposed to want.

the backyard glowed gold under hanging lights and the flare of sparklers. kids from school were everywhere, some he remembered, some he didn’t, all of them buzzing on freedom and sugar and the edge of adulthood they didn’t quite understand yet.

it was messy. loud. alive. he hated how much he missed it and then he saw her.

she was dancing, hair spilling in every direction, lit up from the inside like someone had cracked her chest open and let the sun pour out. there was a red solo cup in her hand, glitter on her arms, grass stains on her knees. she looked like she didn’t care about anything except this moment, this song, this feeling.

god, he wanted to be part of that. he wanted to feel like that again, unburdened, stupid, full of promise and maybe.

he moved toward her, unsure what he’d say, unsure why his hands were clammy and his pulse was high.

then it happened.

someone shoved past him in the crowd, too fast, too careless and the drink in his hand went flying.

all over her. right down her front.

her mouth opened in shock and then closed again into the easiest, brightest laugh he’d ever heard.

“seriously?” she grinned, shaking her hands like she was in the rain. “sprite, jacob? trying to baptize me or something?”

his ears burned. “shit, i didn’t mean to—”

“relax.” she wiped her sticky hands on her shorts and shrugged. “now i smell like a gas station. it’s kind of charming.”

and before he could apologize again, she caught his hand. pulled him. right into the open lawn where the music was loud and everyone was too busy with their own lives to notice how jacob black, alpha, protector, brooding storm of la push was dancing.

except he wasn’t. not really.

he was standing still, dumbstruck, while she moved in front of him swaying, twirling, laughing when her knee cracked, cheeks flushed and hair in her face.

“you’re not gonna make me dance alone, are you?” she asked, breathless.

jacob shook his head, swallowing the knot in his throat. “i don’t… really know how.”

“who cares?” she said. “nobody knows what they’re doing. that’s the fun part” and somehow, that was enough.

so he danced. badly. terribly. but she didn’t mind. she laughed at all the wrong moments and kept getting the lyrics wrong and bumped into him more than once, but never apologized.

and god, he loved that.

he loved the way she didn’t flinch when he got too close. the way she leaned in like she didn’t care who saw. the way she kept glancing at him like this could mean something if he let it.

it scared him, but it also made him want to stay.

later, they collapsed onto the grass, breathless and aching, his hoodie over her shoulders.

she leaned back on her elbows, looking up at the sky. “i keep thinking about how fast everything’s going,” she said. “how this version of us, the now us, is already slipping away.”

he turned to look at her. “you scared of getting old?”

“terrified,” she admitted. “not the number part. just… losing it. the minds we had. the way everything used to feel huge and impossible and electric. like falling in love with your best friend or sneaking out or dancing in your room at 3am.”

jacob swallowed. something in his chest cracked. he thought about the version of himself that used to get excited about bonfires and sleepovers. the one who shared beds with quil and embry after movie marathons, laughed until their ribs ached, dared each other to do stupid things just because they could.

he missed that kid. missed how light he used to feel. missed the way love felt like a secret, not a burden.

“i want it back too,” he whispered.

she looked at him, really looked and he knew she understood. not the wolf part. not the alpha part. just him. the boy underneath.

“then take it,” she said softly. “even if it’s just for tonight.”

and he did, he leaned in slow, uncertain and she met him halfway.

it wasn’t a desperate kiss. it wasn’t fire or thunder or anything like that. it was soft. like a promise.

like home.

they didn’t say anything after. they just laid there, letting the night fold around them like a blanket, two kids trying to feel like kids again.

somewhere, a sparkler hissed out.

someone screamed-laughed. the song changed and jacob let his eyes close, just for a minute. just long enough to pretend that the world could wait.

that maybe this, her hand in his, her heart beating steady against his side, was enough. that maybe they didn’t need to be anything but this.

young. messy. real.

and for the first time in a long time…

he didn’t feel alone.

[iamespecter]

If I made every single idea I had for a tadc au real I think everyone would hate me because so far I got:

- Another sci-fi au where the circus crew are neo-techwear cyberpunk hunters hunting down abstractions (also the rough concept for what is now known as the Lifeline AU)

- A steampunk-ish Wild west au where Pomni is an outlaw and Caine is the local sheriff. They go from enemies to lovers and their ship name is "Showdown" lmao

- A steampunk vampire hunter AU inspired by the Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Slayer movie where Caine trains the crew to become expert vampire slayers

- A lowkey crack, not-even-treated-seriously Aladdin AU where Gangle is Princess Jasmine, Zooble is Aladdin, Jax is Jafar, Kinger is the Sultan, Ragatha is the head of the royal guard, Pomni is Gangle's handmaiden and Caine is the Genie (Gangle, Jax and Zooble end up in a poly relationship. Because I ship these three.)

- A Detective story where Caine is a Noir Private Investigator hired to solve Kaufmo's murder and everyone is a suspect; but he spends too much time monologuing and everyone keeps telling him to shut up about his "internal thoughts"

- A human AU separate from Reunion where they're online streamers. Some of them are gamers, some are influencers and etc.

- A post-apocalypse au where Pomni awakens from a cryogenic pod to find her memories missing, and only Caine on a screen to accompany her. Together, they scour the overgrown city, in search for other survivors and hopefully, get some answers.

- A Steampunk AU where the gang is on a blimp, in search of "adventure".

- A crack self-aware AU where the Digital Circus cast knows they're just fictional characters, and as such, when the audience focus is not on them, they do whatever shit they want imaginable

- A Helltaker AU where Pomni ventures into a circus hell to get some demon gals for her dream harem.

- A singular roleswap concept where Caine and Pomni switch positions, making Pomni the new ringmaster, and Caine the new jester. Everyone else stays the same. Both realize their new positions suck hard ass and try to find a way to get things back the way they were because this is not just it girl

- Another roleswap concept, but this time; everyone retains their original personality with no changes.

- A Dark, toxic showtime AU, where Caine stalks an escaped Pomni and makes her irl existence a living hell in every way possible, so she'll have no choice but to go back and be entirely dependent on him

- Digital Artists AU where everyone goes to a digital art school. Caine is the one teacher that eats paint. All the AIs are staff/teachers.

- Archaeologist AU where everyone struggles to prove most myths are real. But then they find Caine, a mysterious, limitless being of unknown origins that was "mummified" and kept locked for unknown reasons. He offers to be their treasure guide, if they let him have fun. Chaos ensues.

- A Night at the Museum AU where Pomni is the newly hired night guard facing the horrors of museum collections being alive at night

- Crack Spy AU inspired by Johnny English and The Kingsmen. Everyone sucks at being a spy. They should all just quit ngl but the pay is good and they technically still do their jobs in the end, so-

- Steampunk Pirates AU where Caine is the Captain. All hell breaks loose as the crew tries not to go insane.... or get scurvy.

- A robot-fighting human AU inspired by Real Steel. The digital circus designs are the robots that the circus cast has

- Urban Legends AU of Caine documenting and trying to prove the existence of mythological creatures, and tries to find a way to establish communication or even befriending them.

- Dark Hearts AU inspired by my own oc au concept

- Fantasy sci-fi AU similar to Arknights

.... yk, I think the one-shot collection could house some of these stories actually, would be a waste if these were thrown into the deep recesses of my mind to be forgotten because I know I've already forgotten some

[emakataken]

Part 5

This is pre-canon, slow-burn AU, Buck arrives at Station 118, ruled by Captain Gerrard. Tommy/Buck/Sal.

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4

The locker room smelled like deodorant and cologne. Buck moved slow, sore in places he hadn’t been the day before. A long shift and eight hours of overtime would do that to you. So would crawling through a collapsed stairwell on less than four hours of sleep.

He was dressed, dragging his duffel out of the locker, when Chim clapped him lightly on the back.

“Good work, Probie.”

Buck blinked, caught a little off guard. “Thanks.”

Chim nodded toward the hallway. “We’re hitting up Sonny’s. Lunch and a beer, maybe shoot the shit before crashing. You in?”

It took Buck half a second too long to answer. He hesitated, shifting his weight like he wasn’t used to being invited. “Nah, I got a VA thing. Rain check?”

Tommy looked over from the sinks, brow raised. "Everything good?"

Buck offered a crooked grin. “Yeah-yeah. You guys have fun. See you Friday.”

He was gone before anyone could push. The door swung shut behind him with a soft thunk.

Chim watched it for a second, brow furrowed. “He always dodge like that?”

Tommy didn’t look up. Just reached for a towel and muttered, “We ain’t really ever asked before.”

The bar was quiet, the kind of place that didn’t need to fake atmosphere. Dim lights cracked vinyl booths, and a jukebox that hadn’t been touched since 2009. The four of them, Tommy, Sal, Chim, and Cobb, sat hunched around a corner table, shoulders slumped, boots scuffed, and uniforms swapped for jeans and sweatshirts. A game played on mute above the bar.

Their beers sat sweating beside plates of half-eaten burgers and fries.

Tommy leaned back in his chair, one boot hooked around Sal’s under the table, eyes half-lidded. Sal perched beside him, his forearms resting on the edge of the table. Chim was halfway through a story when Eli cut in, voice still rough from the dust they hadn’t fully coughed out.

“I’m telling you, Gerrard’s got it out for the kid.”

No one disagreed.

Tommy took a long sip of his beer before speaking. “He yanked the training wheels three weeks early.”

Chim swirled the last bit of foam in his glass. “Technically he was cleared.”

“Technically,” Sal echoed, dry. “But let’s not pretend it isn’t a setup. He wants him to fail.”

Eli snorted, slumping deeper into his seat. “It’s not that Buck’s a threat,” he said. “It’s that in ten years, that kid’s gonna be a Captain. Sooner if someone doesn’t kill him first. He’s the cleanest, smoothest damn probie I’ve ever seen. No offense to you three.”

Chim raised his hands. “None taken. I was a disaster my first year.”

Tommy smirked. “Still are.”

“The kid’s sharp. Doesn’t play politics, doesn’t kiss ass. Just does the job. And that kind of competence? That’s a threat to a guy who’s been coasting on rank and ego for a decade.” Sal agreed with Eli.

Eli paused, took a slow breath. “Chimney, your probational year? That was rough, old-school prejudice. And yeah, we played into it.” His eyes flicked toward Chim. “Sorry, man. Friendships in the firehouse are earned, we all know why.”

He looked down at his beer bottle. “And Wilson? I’ll be the first to admit, I doubted her. Not because of her skills. But because she was a woman. That’s on me, because she’s a damn good firefighter.”

That earned a tired chuckle, but Eli wasn’t done. “Seriously. The way he reads a scene? The way he moves? That’s not first-year stuff. That’s field experience. And not the kind they teach in the academy.”

Sal took another bite of his burger. “Yeah, well. Gerrard doesn’t like polish unless it comes from his reflection.”

Chimney let out a bark of laughter but the table fell quiet. Then Eli leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You ever think about filing something?”

Tommy glanced at Sal, reading the set of his jaw, weighing whether he trusted the table enough to share.

Chim sat up a little. “About Gerrard?”

Eli nodded. “The way he treats Buck, it’s not just hazing anymore. It’s a pattern. And it’s getting worse.”

Tommy picked at his beer bottled. “Sal started filing again, after Buckley’s first shift.”

Sal glanced up, his knee brushing Tommy’s. “Cap was unnecessarily harsh, and the comments towards his service, I couldn’t let them go.”

Eli’s brow rose. “So what, you filed an official complaint?”

“I’ve submitted at least four since Buckley joined the house four months ago, one with Chimney, three with Hen.” Sal clarified.

“I filled mine last week,” Tommy said. “Attached recordings from the outlet mall debrief.”

Chim exhaled, running a hand over his mouth. “Okay… cards on the table, I’ve filed, twice. Once with Hen. The other when McDaniel and Gerrard double-teamed her and Buck after the drill set a few weeks ago. Still doesn’t feel like enough.”

Sal gave him a small nod acknowledgment.

“Hell,” Eli muttered, rubbing his jaw. “Maybe it’s time I added one. Just feels like the longer we wait, the more we’re letting it happen.”

Tommy’s gaze was steady now. “Then let’s not wait.”

Sal nodded, eyes darting around the room before he spoke low and firm, “It only takes one to land on the right desk. And if someone starts digging, there’s already a stack waiting.”

Eli hesitated, then asked what they were all thinking. “Are you doing it because you’re gunning for Captain?”

Sal didn’t flinch. He leaned forward, palms flat on the table. “When I filed my first few report about Hen eighteen months ago? Yeah. I won’t lie. The pay bump would’ve been nice.”

Tommy glanced over, but Sal’s eyes stayed locked on Eli. “But now?” His voice dropped, certain. “We just need Gerrard gone.”

Chim set his glass down with a quiet thunk.

They didn’t linger after the tab was paid. The parking lot was mostly empty, as one would expect for a Tuesday afternoon. Tommy unlocked the truck and slid into the passenger seat.

Sal was quiet for a few blocks, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping absently against his thigh. The hum of the radio filled the silence and occasionally the click of a turn signal.

Tommy leaned his head against the window, watching the houses past in a blur. “I never thought Cobb.”

Sal didn’t look over. “Yeah, but him and Howie, they’ve gotten close. Especially now that Chim’s a paramedic.”

Tommy nodded slowly. “Think he’ll really file?”

“If he’s talking about it, he’s already got it written out, just needed the encouragement hit send,” Sal said. “Cobb doesn’t bluff.”

Sal turned onto a quieter stretch of road, street lined with trees. Tommy didn’t press.

Sal sighed, eyes fixed ahead. “After the outlet mall fire Buckley asked me who he’s supposed to listen to.”

Tommy looked over. “What do you mean?”

Sal’s grip tightened on the wheel. “Waited in the locker room, until it was him and I. Kid looked like hell. Soot everywhere. And he said…” Sal’s voice dropped, rough, “‘Someone’s gonna get me killed.’”

Tommy stayed quiet.

“He told me he’s the probie. So he’s supposed to shut up and follow orders. But the orders contradict each other. Me, Cohen, Gerrard. And all he wants is to do the job, needs the job. It’s eating him alive.”

Sal glanced over. “I told him to listen to me. Then you. Then Chim. Then Hen. In that order.”

Tommy’s jaw ticked. “Gerrard’s not gonna like that when he finds out.”

“I don’t care, Tom.” Sal’s voice was steel. “I told him to follow the orders that keep people alive. If that gets him fired, fine. Better that than dead.” Sal parked in front of their duplex but didn’t move to get out. “He didn’t argue. Didn’t even flinch. Just… nodded.”

Tommy sat with that for a moment before reaching over and resting his hand over Sal’s on the gearshift. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

The front door shut with a soft click behind them. Their shoes came off. Keys in the bowl. The house was cool, Sal’s eyes swept over the house making sure everything was still in place.

He tugged off his hoodie over his head and tossed it across the back of a chair. Neither of them spoke as they moved through the motions of getting ready for bed after a long shift.

The blackout curtains in their bedroom were already drawn, leaving the room nice and dark. 

Tommy peeled off his jeans and t-shirt, tossing them into the hamper before pulling on a pair of sweats. Sal was slower, rubbing his shoulder and popping a couple of Advil, then unbuttoning his pants, letting them fall to the floor and collapsing backward onto the bed with a grunt. The mattress gave a low creak under his weight.

Tommy dropped beside him,the faint scent of vanilla cotton from their air freshener curling up around them. Their shoulders touched. Legs stretched out. Their breath synced without trying. The comfort of being home sinking as they laid against cool sheets, familiar quiet, the hum of the box fan near the window, the faint twinge of sweat neither bothered washing off.

Sal rolled slightly, one arm draping across Tommy’s stomach as he exhaled. Tommy’s hand found his hair and threaded through, fingertips gently massaging his scalp. Sal let out a low, contented sound that barely passed for a sigh.

“Gerrard’s not gonna go easy,” Tommy murmured, his voice as soft as the dark.

“I don’t expect him to,” Sal replied, already half-asleep. His words slurred with fatigue as Tommy kept scratching gently at his head.

Tommy turned his head, pressed a kiss to Sal’s temple. His lips brushed sweat-damp skin and stayed there a beat longer than necessary. “We’ve got him outnumbered. Any day now.”

Sal didn’t respond, just nudged himself closer, burrowing into the crook of Tommy’s neck with a breath that smelled faintly of mint and burger, and let the exhaustion pull him under.

Part 6.A

[wynnyfryd]

💖 2024 Steddie Fic Recs 💖

@thefreakandthehair and i were talking about how so many of the fics we can name off the top of our heads are from right after the show came out because we were still actively making rec lists back then, so:

in no particular order i present to you an incomplete list of fics i love that were published or completed within the last two months

short fics (<10k)

Found God In A Tomato by @beetlesandstarss 5.7k | rated M | fluff, text fic

syrupy sweet strangers to first date fic. without spoiling anything, eddie is a flustered cutie and steve is a fuckin' menace who's lucky he's so hot

he tightened he grip by @steddieas-shegoes 1.3k | rated E | crack not treated remotely seriously

Mickala beloved your commitment to the bit makes me wanna commit myself to you 💍

Slide It In by gayhandshake 1.8k | rated E | multimedia crack

another truly impeccable work of crack fic, i laughed so hard at the first image that i made it the icon for my private discord server

what's that sound? (there's a funny man at my door) by @jewishrat420 4.8k | rated M | spicy six text fic

laughed out loud at this fic so many times i really don't know what else to tell you. as a matter of fact, i went to look at my bookmark note to see what else i had to say about it when i read it, and my note just says "fucking hilarious i laughed out loud like 6 times" 💀 did not do not will never know what else to tell you except that the phrase "the goyim of gender" just randomly pops into my brain once every four or so days now

medium fics (10-20k)

In the Kitchen or the Tulips by @teddywesworl 44k | rated E | telepathic soulmate AU

this fic said "watch me flip this trope inside out like a freshly cubed half of an avocado" and then DELIVERED. i finished this fic and then stared at the side of my husband's head for long enough that he looked over and went "wtf are you doing" lmao hush baby i am contemplating the implications

they're going to send us to prison for jerks by @greatunironic 16k | rated E | social media AU

okay firstly the premise of this fic is so specifically and delightfully unhinged; love that i'm not the only one who looks at a random tiktok account and manically whispers to myself "there's a fic in there somewhere." secondly the execution is a 10 outta 10 outta 10 outta TEN

long fics (50k+)

Sneaky Link by @morningberriesao3 152k | rated E | onlyfans au

the sex is HOT the boys are dumb as goddamn ROCKS what more do you need? oh, what's that? you do need more? sick because this fic also has: the tags "cum slut eddie munson" and "everyone is gay (because i say so)", chrissy the homophobe slayer being the cutest little spy, and jason getting his ass whooped, like, spiritually. on a spiritual level. physically unharmed but that boy's soul is missing teeth do u understand what i am saying

podfics!

it was love, love alone read by @reena-jenkins 21min | rated E

am i technically reccing my own fic on my own fic rec list? you bet your sweet ass i am, i don't even care how tacky that is reena's performance is hilarious and deserves to be listened to at least 40 more times while doing the dishes

relax (lay it back) read by @flintandfuss 1hr 10min | rated E | yogi dom steve x sub eddie

listen if i'm already being gauche then i gotta include my internet wife's belated birthday present to me, like i gotta. morally and lustfully obligated.

Schiava by @teddywesworl read by aheada_lettuce 1hr 30min | rated E | kas!eddie AU

said it once already today and i'll say it again, i cannot believe one of the best reading voices i've ever heard belongs to a person i mentally refer to as fucking lettuce LOL anyway this read is incredible and i have listened to it Times(tm)

and lastly, if you want more recs (like, 348 more specifically), you can browse my full list of public st bookmarks here