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2neaky · 5 months ago

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🎤 Thank U 4 The Dono! 💿 P.2

12k words! 𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓𝑶𝒏𝒚! ♡ 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝑶𝑪! | 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 -> 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: size k*nk, or*al (m recieving), p in v s*x (use of a condom), tricking/“paying for p*ssy,” power-imbalance (financial), dr*g use (w*ed), heavy drinking, drunk s*x, morally grey ethics concerning modern-day s*x work and “buying” one’s consent, basically pr*stitution, objectification, egotistical Onyankopon, body mods (n*pple piercings), specific descriptions of body types, use of n-word (characters & writer are Black), roughly edited

Part 1

Finally, the last part! Warning, this fic isn’t the most ethically sound and I, as the writer, can recognize that. I don’t necessarily condone all concepts portrayed in this fic, but it’s just for the plot. Sometimes, I like morally grey shit. If you unable to separate this fictional story from real life, I advise against reading this. Enjoy & reblog! <3

“Right this way! Please follow the signs!”

Standing in a dimly lit corridor, the attendant is dressed in a prim suit as they shout directions to the attendees.

Echoes of sound check bounce off of the walls of the large stadium. At times, there are minutes of silence before they’re interjected by brief clips of music or even someone speaking into the mic.

This place is massive, built to house thousands of screaming fans at a time.

All of it piques Bliss’s interest as she’s guided along by security. Some part of her wishes she could stay and watch the onstage preparation up close.

However, she forgets about all of that as she travels up a steep flight of stairs, away from the stadium’s general seating.

Tiny lights, embedded along the sides of each step, light the way through the dark staircase. Kitten heels click softly as she slowly climbs, in line behind another guest. She neglects to hold the railing, preferring instead to latch onto her phone.

Her other hand grips the wooden baton handles of her newest purchase: a Goyard Saïgon mini bag.

Truthfully, it was an impulsive purchase made with just a fraction of the money she received from her Halloween Stream—and, speaking of, her bank account has never been healthier.

That stream has upped the quality of her life, undoubtedly. Not that she wasn’t living comfortably before, but her world has been opened to new experiences.

For instance, premium seating at a concert of her favorite artist. She’s in a space where she can afford this experience probably three times over. Yet, she didn’t even have to spend a dime to get it.

She can hardly contain a tiny grin with the flash of a memory—a conversation between her and Onyankopon over messages. Just a casual discussion, going in-depth about this entire arrangement.

Anyway, as the little quirk disappears from her face, a burst of light washes over her. She’s finally reached the top of that long staircase. Just a few feet away is the enclosed balcony, cased off behind glass so clean that she’s sure she would’ve walked right into it.

A “Luxury Box” is what they called it—an exclusive lounge, secluded to a balcony room above the stage. There’s a different attendant at its door, greeting each guest as they enter.

“Good evening, enjoy the show,” the young woman greets with a pleasant smile and gentle nod.

Bliss can’t help but to show teeth, the apples of her cheeks even aching. “Hi, thank you.”

As she spills into the room with the other guests, her eyes are everywhere. The Luxury Box is spacious, considering that there are about thirty people here.

Her first observation is that this place is comfortable. Cushioned chairs positioned before a large glass—it’s the perfect seating arrangement with an excellent view of the stage from its left.

The floor below the seats is glass, too. The sight gives way to a sea of empty chairs, hundreds of feet below. Soon, they’ll be filled with excited fans.

To the right of the viewing area is the bar, decked out in expensive, unopened bottles. There’s already a bartender behind the counter, wiping down the dark marble.

And by the looks of it, they’re fully stocked: wine, champagne, beer, juice, water—anything a patron could desire.

That’ll be the first spot she hits up.

On the room’s opposite side is an array of food spread out amongst a long, cloth-covered table. From hors d'oeuvres to dessert, they have everything. Behind the table, caterers attend to the food, ensuring its presentation is on point.

She needs no more convincing. Whipping out her phone, Bliss is quick to record the sights surrounding her. She slowly pans the camera, trying to catch everything in the video.

She hadn’t known what to expect before coming, however, Bliss had to give herself props. She managed to dress perfectly for the occasion, blending seamlessly with the lounge’s modern chic decor.

Jean Paul Gaultier hugs her body tonight as a black maxi dress with small grey dots that outline the feminine shape. The dramatic curves and slopes of her body stretch it out in a way that elevates the dress.

No doubt, it’s a wonderful look. However, it’s also a rather sheer piece, as its material is comprised of a thin, but tiny netting. Several times throughout her journey here, she’s had to pull her bundles to the front, having them fall over her chest.

It’s her fault she hadn’t tried on the dress before packing it, she realizes. If she had, she would’ve known to buy some pasties beforehand.

Peering around the room one more time, Bliss seems to recognize a few faces—well known influencers, and even a couple of celebrities.

Be calm, she reminds herself. She’s blended in so far.

A nervous tick, she glances at the time on her phone. She exhales with the realization that it’s only about an hour and a half more before the show is scheduled to start.

She’s closer to seeing Onyankopon live. Closer to meeting him in person for the first time. The thought has her queasy and excited all at once. She presses a manicured hand to her stomach.

God, she wishes she knew someone here, just so that they may distract her from the “what-if’s” and “maybe’s” running through her mind.

But, really? Who needs friends when there’s a bar just a few feet away?

Especially when there’s a cute ass nigga behind it?

She just found her newest distraction to take the edge off of things.

•

The stadium’s lights have lowered to pitch-black, darkness, allowing the stage’s to shine. Shades of purple bleeding into white beam brightly.

The DJ, propped farther back on the large stage, plays tracks that only hype up the audience.

Below the balcony, through the glass flooring, Bliss watches fans flood the stadium. They almost perfectly resemble waves of the sea. Even their cheers can be heard from up here.

As it gets closer to that time, they grow louder. They almost compete with the music.

Nursing her second drink of the night (if she doesn’t count the shot she has in between this and her first), Bliss sits plum in her seat. There’s a pleasant buzz running throughout her, and obviously it’s the liquor.

Just a little bit tipsy, more and more things seem to catch her attention as her body and mind ease up. So many distractions around her, she almost didn’t realize that someone’s come onstage if it weren’t for the screams of the fans beneath them: the show’s opener—Connie Springer.

She makes a quiet gasp around her straw, eyes wide as she leans forward in her chair.

Bliss has a couple of his songs in her rap playlist. He’s not nearly played as much as Onyankopon is in her household. Still though, the support is there.

She actually found Connie through him. Seeing as they’re closely affiliated and under the same label, his music was recommended after Ony’s.

Even in a couple of Ony’s Instagram posts, she can spot the other man in the background. She must admit, the rapper keeps a couple of fine ass niggas around him—hence why she follows Connie, too.

She only hopes Ony doesn’t look too deeply into that.

But, coming back to reality, Bliss can see why Ony had picked the man to be his opener.

He’s getting the crowd hype, and they’re rapping the lyrics right along with him. By the time his set ends—an unforgettable forty minutes—the audience is even livelier than before.

It’s astounding, really. She didn’t think they could get any louder. And the energy is coming off of the crowd in waves. She can’t be the only one in the lounge affected by it, her skin covered in goosebumps.

“I appreciate y’all tonight!”

The crowd cheers after Connie. His image is blown up on the Jumbotrons, giving every onlooker a view of his gemmed smile.

“I know y’all loud for me, but I’ma need y’all to be even louder for my brother, Onyankopon!”

Deafening shrieks fill the stadium. And Bliss is sure that if she were on the ground, her eardrums would’ve been ruptured.

Even the other guests in the lounge cheer loudly. And she’s thankful, knowing that she won’t have to hide her excitement when the time comes.

As Connie leaves the stage, the crowd chants: “Ony! Ony! Ony!”

With the stage now empty, its lights dim and the music almost completely fades. For a moment, everything seems to still.

The fans grow quieter—even if it’s just by a fraction. But, it’s safe to say that everyone in the stadium is watching the stage closely with bated breath. Waiting for something—anything—to happen.

Then, music strikes with volume that reignites the crowd.

Almost everyone around her shows their enthusiasm, tempting her to do the same. So, Bliss cups a hand near her mouth, letting out a resounding “wooh” from her seat.

“ATL, you ready?”

The voice, deep and amplified by the mic, sends a chill through her. For about ten seconds, the music is completely drowned out by the fans’ screams.

Her eyes scour the stage, not finding a single soul on it. It’s still dark, too.

Then, there’s another sound: a low chuckle.

Her stomach drops. She never thought she’d be so attracted to the sound of someone’s laughter. She’s sure that there are at least a thousand other fans that are sharing the very same experience. She can’t be the only one.

“Nah, I’on think y’all heard me—“

Purple streaks of light shoot down onto the stage. Flames, rigged at the perimeters of the platform, burst out as the man of the hour runs out onto the stage.

Any music is drowned out by the fans.

The stage’s backdrop illuminates the entire platform as a spinning graphic of the letter “O,” wrapped in barbed wire, displays on the screen.

“Y’all niggas ready?”

She finally sees him as his image is blown up on the Jumbotrons. It’s not the clearest resolution, but she can tell just how fine he is.

Mic held to his lips, the lower half of his face is hidden. A baggy, black zip up covers his upper half. He’s even got his hoodie up, sadly, obscuring the rest of his face.

But, as she stares at his image, she notices the flashes of light catching on the cloth. Squinting just a little, she catches sight of the tiny crystals dotting the dark fabric.

As Onyankopon moves about, he glitters underneath the stage lights. Tiny, rain-bowed streaks of light are caught by the cameras, projecting his image.

But that isn’t the only thing on him that shines. Coming around his neck and resting on his chest, is a tangle of thick, heavy looking chains.

His microphone picks up every clank they make. They don’t even need light to shine, his diamonds still dance in the dark. It’s almost blinding.

Large, baggy black cargoes cover his strong legs. However, it’s only the base for the shiny, silver and purple, jeweled buckles strapped all down the length of the fabric.

“Y’all turnt up in here, tonight!”

There’s a slight breathlessness to his voice, and it makes her body clench. If she could bottle up the sound and keep it to herself, she would.

Or is that the liquor talking?

As Onyankopon pulls the purple mic away from his face, a camera picks up on him. The closeup of his face is blown up all over the Jumbotrons.

As the crowd cries out for him, he shows them a perfect smile. His bottom row of teeth covered in VVS diamond lined, opal grillz.

It’s almost too much, the sight threatening to turn Bliss into a puddle right in her seat.

He lifts the mic to his mouth again, just as laughter tumbles out past his lips. “Y’all right up there with Chicago! Think you could do better than ‘em tonight?”

Fans are going ballistic, jumping and cheering even louder. They begin to chant again, repeating his name over and over.

All of these people, screaming his name, are here to see him. She can’t fathom how he does it.

But watching him, seeing how his smile stretches wider and the apples of his cheeks swell, she sees that he’s in his element.

“Yeah … y’all niggas some real competition!”

More screams. She almost wishes she was amongst the crowd, free to go as crazy as the other fans.

“Do me a favor: keep this energy the whole night! Nothing less—only up from here!”

Those were his last words as the beat to one of his songs begins, and the stadium dissolves into madness. The heavy base punches through every body filling it.

Bliss can feel it in her chest. Even the luxury box’s glass has the faintest tremor to it.

Ony runs down the middle of the stage, where it stretches out into the crowd. Mic to mouth, he’s on it, rapping over the track with passion.

A nasty mug contorts his face as he performs, clearly feeling the lyrics. And the fans are rapping right along with him.

One in particular, a young, scrawny man with big glasses, is caught on camera. His body is pressed to the metal barrier, he’s leaning over, gazing up at the rapper as his mouth moves along to every word.

Stepping closer to the area, Ony points a gloved hand at the young fan, making sure everyone—even the cameras—are paying him close attention.

Bliss’s heart swells at the sight of the endearing moment.

Running back to the main stage’s middle, Ony jumps up and down with the song’s beat. The pyrotechnics go off once again as the song’s hook comes up.

The energy consuming this stadium is too powerful to ignore. Bliss loses herself to it. After the first two songs, she can’t even find it in herself to care how crazy she looks—losing herself to the energy of the performance.

Halfway through the show, Onyankopon loses his hoodie.

She remembers it so clearly, when he had unzipped it. The dark fabric parted and gave way to shiny, deep brown abs, littered with tattoos of all sizes.

Her fingers itched to run down the rigid surface of abs.

Free from the heavy material, his head is fully visible. His typical inky black waves are sheathed by an equally black, velvet durag. And she’s almost 100% sure that it’s real velvet—none of that suede shit.

What catches her eyes the most is his nickname, “Ony,” spelled with beaded gems in Old English font on the back of the fabric.

One of the cameras, currently projecting his image onto the Jumbotrons, shows the audience the glistening skin of his back as he walks back to the main stage. His tattoos only continue to bleed into the expanse of the dark skin. Strong muscles ripple beneath the smooth skin.

She pulls out her phone, recording yet another clip of the shirtless man as he performs on the stage below. Without a second thought, she posts it to her Instagram story.

He just looked too fucking good for her not to capture. Without a doubt, Onyankopon is putting on a show.

Bliss can die happy right now…

Except, she can’t.

Not when the starting melody of her favorite song, catches her ears. She gasps, freezing in her seat.

At the center of the stage, Ony’s pacing slows to a stop. He stares out at the jumping crowd, a smile slowly climbing onto his face. The crowd is in a frenzy.

“What y’all know ‘bout this one?”

They roar louder as he continues to search the stadium, not looking for anyone in particular. Not yet.

“Wasn’t even gon’ perform this one, I ain’t gon’ hold you,” he chuckles.

He begins to pace again, thinking with amusement of just how much shit he makes his DJ put up with—what with him prolonging this track just to speak to the fans.

Bringing the mic to his lips, Onyankopon finally looks up at the large luxury box to the left of the stage.

“But, I know you like it.”

A camera catches a closeup of him just as he shoots a quick wink. It’s all over the Jumbotrons, and the crowd goes wild.

As the song finally begins, Bliss’ body catches a chill. She has no choice but to get up for this one, it is her favorite song after all.

It’s definitely a turn up song, and she does just that. Rapping along, she earns the attention of others around her. So entranced by the music, she doesn’t even realize how they begin to hype her up. And she doesn’t miss a word.

Without a thought, Bliss kicks off her short heels. Holding onto the back of her chair, she bends over and throws her ass in a circle.

Hoots and hollers from a few of the women around her goad her on, she sticks her tongue out. One or two of them even give her a couple of taps.

There’s lights shining on her, and she’ll have to remember to ask them for the videos. The dress is doing absolutely nothing to constrict the way her body moves, despite how tight it is.

Standing up straight, she does a full body whine, mouthing her favorite part of the song. Without a doubt, this is a highlight of her concert experience.

Sadly, just as quickly as the song had started, it ends. But, Bliss is only smiling, laughing too hard with the other guests.

Now she can die happy.

•

Three hours of performing—it was a dream to witness. And to think, that after all of that, she’s going to meet the artist.

How this can possibly go, she’s can’t imagine. Well—realistically, it can go one of two ways.

He flew her out for tonight’s show, put her up in one of the best hotels in the city, and even assigned a personal driver to her for the time being that she was here—a big bodied, black truck, of course.

So, there’s only one thing he wants. Bliss knew that coming into this. And she agreed, didn’t she?

The attendants assigned to this luxury box had made the announcement minutes ago to follow the signage for a swift exit, seeing as the show’s over.

Of course, there were a few stragglers—her included. Head buried in her phone, she swipes through the videos she was able to get from the other guests of her “mini performance.”

She’ll definitely have to post these later.

With a ring-dressed middle finger, she’s trimming one of the videos, far too focused to notice the two men approaching her.

“Ms. Bliss?”

Blinking, her head shoots up as her inky black inches fall over her face. She pushes the strands out of the way.

“Yes?”

“Onyankopon’s ready for you.”

Her face blanks as she looks back and forth between the two. Her tongue fumbles in her mouth. So, she remains wordless as she nods.

Coming to her feet, she pulls down her dress and smooths out any wrinkles. Swiping up her mini Saïgon, she follows after the men as they take her to the performer.

•

“Another city finished,” Connie smirks, dapping him up.

Slumped in a chair of his own, Ony laughs. “Yeah, and I’m ‘bout tired as Hell.”

Connie plops down on the futon pushed against the wall of Ony’s dressing room—just a few feet across from the man himself.

“You definitely gonna crash after this,” he laughs, pulling out one of his phones from his pants pocket.

“Nah,” Ony shakes his head. Licking his bottom lip, he tries to conceal a smile as Connie glances at him. “Actually … I got shit to do after.”

Raising a brow, Connie looks at him fully this time. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They both share a knowing look, which only makes this all the more funnier.

“How you meet her?”

Glancing away, Ony bats him off as he sucks his teeth. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Nah, it better not be ole’ girl—“

“Chill,” Ony quickly looks his way. “Told you I was done with that. This a new vibe. Trust.”

Connie looks him up and down, ultimately deciding to trust his friend. “Alright…”

“Yeah, and speaking of—you gotta get the fuck up outta here.”

Connie makes a face. The question “why” is on the tip of his tongue, ready to fall from his lips, when a knock sounds at the door.

“Shit,” Ony mumbles, slowly getting up on sore feet.

Connie chooses to laugh this time. “Guess that’s my cue to leave.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, twisting the doorknob just before pulling it open.

“Ony,” Mitch, one of the security guards on his team greets.

“Wassup, man,” he nods.

Quietly, Mitch shifts to the side to allow him to see the short woman behind him: Bliss.

Ony’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. Like he’s just been served the tastiest looking platter in the world; The finest piece of steak from STK Steakhouse.

“Hey.” The corner of his lips upturn.

“Hi.” Bliss had seemed to breathe the word out.

Without thinking, Ony outstretches an arm to pull her in for a side hug.

“‘Preciate it, y’all,” he says to the guards.

The two men turn away, returning to their stations at the end of the hallway.

Ony opens the door wider, allowing Bliss to slip past him and into the comfortably sized room. As she makes her way past him, he doesn’t stop his eyes from falling below her waist to check out her body.

Her ass moves like water in that dress. And the perfume wafting off of her, mingled with her body’s natural scent, is rich and warm. Luxurious, even. An expensive one for sure.

“Hey,” Bliss waves shyly, meeting Connie’s eyes.

The man with the bleached, shaved head makes a strong effort to keep eye contact. And if Onyankopon weren’t watching him closely from behind her, he would’ve broken it. If only to admire how her body stretches the fabric out—and how terribly it hides her nipples.

“Wassup, how you doing?” Connie smiles kindly. Standing up, he pockets his phone while outstretching a hand to her.

Politely, Bliss gives him a gentle shake before letting her hand fall back to the wooden handle of her purse.

“Ony,” Connie moves over to the man, dapping him up.

“We talk soon,” he nods.

As soon as the door shuts, with Connie’s departure, it’s like all of the air in the room has been sucked out.

Slowly, Bliss turns to face him. He’s already staring her down.

“It’s good seeing you in person.”

His voice is low, but soft.

Her body is covered in goosebumps within seconds. She gives a shaky smile, showing off that cute gap between her two front teeth.

“You, too,” she says.

“You nervous?” He smiles as he heads over to the room’s large vanity.

It allows her the space needed to breathe as she watches him retie the loosened strings of his durag.

“I am,” she giggles, wanting to cover her mouth. “The show was really good, though. I had fun.”

“I’m glad.” He turns back around, leaning against the vanity to stare at her. “Hope you appreciated the song.”

Her smile only grows. “I did, thank you. You don’t even know, I was dancing and everything.”

“Oh yeah?” He raises his brows, watching her beam.

“Yes, it’s my favorite!” She remembers telling him in their DMs that it was her favorite song of his.

However, that definitely isn’t how he learned that fact.

Almost bowing her head, Bliss looks up at him through her thick lash set. “Thank you for performing it.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He looks her up and down.

He might be exhausted, but he can definitely squeeze out one more performance for the night.

After all, his body is still running off of the adrenaline from the show.

“How was everything? The hotel good?”

She perks up at that. “Hm? Oh—yes!” She nods.

He thinks it’s cute.

“The hotel is very nice, and thanks for the driver.”

“Anything to make you comfortable.” He licks his lips. His eyes flick down for half of a second, catching a peak of her pierced nipples through the dress.

Of course, she notices.

“I’ma ride with you back to the hotel, take a quick shower, then we out for dinner. That’s cool with you?”

Her matte lips roll into her mouth and she nods. It’s a weak attempt at hiding an excited smile. They discussed this before—spending the night out together. Yet, Bliss still finds herself unable to really believe it.

His well-groomed brows lift just an inch. “That’s not a answer.”

She breaks into laughter, feeling silly. “Yes, Ony.”

“Aight. Lemme grab my shit and we could leave together.”

She nods, heading over to the vanity on her own accord as Ony moves about to gather his items.

As he packs his black, Margiela backpack, she tweaks her appearance in the brightly lit mirror. Smoothing down flyaways, fixing her lip combo—she does it all.

Being the great multitasker he is, Onyakopon sneaks glances at her from behind.

This view is everything: The only thing “covering” her ass in that dress is a tiny, black G-string that disappears between the globes of her cheeks anyway. Her honey-brown skin is dimpled but mark-free. And her narrow waist tempts him to grab it from behind.

If tonight goes as planned, backshots are definitely going to be on the agenda. Now, he’ll eventually flip her over on her back, because that face and those titties are too pretty for that position alone.

The mental imagine is enough to make his dick twitch. If he didn’t have any sense, he’d fuck her raw. Just to make her feel every inch and vein, and for him to feel the wet heat of her walls.

But before he gets too carried away with his own thoughts, Onyankopon blinks them away. Slipping into his jacket, he throws his backpack over a shoulder.

“Aight, let’s go.”

Nodding, Bliss returns to his side. Ony is quick to hold out a hand, which she takes.

“When we leave, it might be some fans and paps outside. I can’t control that, I’m sorry. But, I got my people with us, so you should be good.”

Bliss nods, only able to quietly take it all in. She’s never been in the spotlight before. She only hopes that they aren’t too crazy.

“Oh, wait—“

Quickly, she drops his hand to search through her purse. A couple of seconds later, she’s pulling out a pair of designer shades. They’re huge with blacked out lenses, perfect for hiding her face.

Ony laughs. “You got it.”

•

As they’re just a few feet from the exit, body guards at all of their sides, Bliss anticipates Ony dropping her hand, just to keep anymore rumors at bay.

However, as they pass through the threshold of the stadium and the cool, outside air hits them, her hand is still heavy with his.

“Ony!”

“Onyankopon, look this way!”

“Who’s this that you brought out tonight?”

“Is that your girlfriend, Ony?”

Using her purse, Bliss blocks the other side of her face, hoping the cameras don’t catch anything. Her lips tremble as she tries to keep from laughing at the obscene and invasive questions.

Their driver plucks the back door of their car open—a Rolls Royce. Ony lets go of her hand to let her in first.

Just as he climbs in, the driver shuts the door behind them. The second his security backs away from the car, paparazzi and a few fans close-in on the vehicle, trying to snap pictures through the tinted windows.

“Wow,” Bliss laughs, breathlessly. She pulls the large shades off of her face, allowing him to seeing her beautiful face.

“My bad ‘bout that. Should’ve prepared you more.”

“It was actually tamer than I thought,” she smiles.

“Shit, my bad. Ain’t know you had it like that.”

She only laughs at his joke, and he can only think about how much he likes the sound.

As the driver pulls off, heading towards Onyankopon’s hotel, Bliss opens up her camera. She records a couple of clips here and there of herself in the car, careful to keep Ony out of it.

It’s cute, he thinks, how she doesn’t try to take advantage of such a moment. Even more, it allows him to worry less about putting a guard up; He pulls out his phone.

On Twitter and TikTok, he catches posts of his concert, liking and reposting his favorite ones. All of the love from his fans makes his chest swell with pride.

ATL definitely showed out tonight. A contender with Chicago, for sure.

Shutting his phone off, Ony drops it into his lap and leans back in his seat. His gaze is attracted to the woman beside him.

In the low lighting, she’s gorgeous. As the driver narrowly avoids the greater part of a pothole in the street, the car is unstable for a second or two.

In that time, his eyes fall to her chest, seeing how it bounces even under the confines of her dress.

It triggers multiple images in his brain—memories of her past streams.

Finally shutting off her phone, Bliss does a quiet sigh as she pushes her hair over one shoulder, exposing more of her upper half.

Blinking, she finally takes a look at him, and they make eye contact. Off of instinct, she laughs nervously.

“Hi.”

He smiles, showing off his grills. “Hey.”

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head lazily. So oblivious to just how impatient he is for her.

A date with Onyankopon.

She, Bliss, is on a date with The Onyankopon. Never did she think that would be her reality.

Before they arrived, he did just as promised—stopping by his hotel to get ready. He had her stay in the car, yet he definitely didn’t make her wait too long.

When he got back into the car, keeping his backpack at his feet, he smelled heavenly. His cologne was arousing—something about a good smelling man really just does it for her.

His outfit seemed to match the vibe she had went for: a brown Miu Miu leather and sheepskin jacket with snakeskin and flowers over the shoulders. His pants are a basic black, baggy fit jean with chains dangling from a pocket. His jewelry, of course, is silver.

And without a durag, his shiny waves were out for all to see.

There’s no doubt, he’d chosen the fanciest restaurant out here. It was a two-level establishment, and they have the entire second floor to themselves.

Just three of Ony’s security personnel guard the entrance and exit to the staircase. It’s quiet up here, yet peaceful. However, Bliss feels quite awkward, as all of the attention is on her.

They had gotten through appetizers before the real conversation began. Well, really Ony had gone through it. After a show like that, it’s no wonder that he’s worked up an appetite.

Bliss picked at the food here and there, careful not to get full too fast. She also is still nervous.

“What you do earlier today? Before my show.”

Swallowing her sip of the mixed drink she had ordered, Bliss presses a hand to her chest.

“Just some shopping. This is my first time in Atlanta, so I wanted to take advantage of the malls.” She laughs quietly. “I hope your driver didn’t mind.”

Rubbing at his chin hairs, he glances at her purse set off to the side of the table. It’s crisp and the color is well saturated. There’s not an inch of the bag frayed or faded.

“You got this today?”

She follows his gaze. “Yeah,” she says nervously.

He hums. “How much you pay for it?”

She shrugs. “About 6k.”

He smirks to himself, still eyeing the bag. “That’s light … you want it in cash?”

Her eyes almost bulge out of her head. “What? I don’t—“

“If you don’t take the cash, I’ma find a way to get it to you. So quit all’at stuttering, humble shit.”

His voice is calm, quiet too. Which only astounds her, because there’s nothing calm about someone offering her six grand.

But, she’s not slick. Even as her mouth hangs open, he spots the hint of a smile on her stretched lips.

“It’s … I don’t need it, Ony.”

“Shit, I know.” Huffing out a breath of amusement, he smirks down at her. “But you want it, so just take it.”

She looks off to the side, her hair falling in her face before she pushes it over her shoulder for the umpteenth time tonight.

“Y’know, I knew ‘bout you for a minute.”

That stops her in her tracks.

Her Instagram profile is that of the typical IG model—sponsorships, the occasional risky photo, but overall, pretty moderate.

How long had he known about her page? Was he stalking her profile like she’d done his? Why only now say something?

Her heart races. All of these questions she wants to ask—she opens her mouth to do so.

“Yeah, you cute on ‘em live streams.” He continues rubbing at his chin, still eyeing her.

And as those words left his mouth, her own closes.

Her career as a cam-girl isn’t in the spotlight. It’s no well-kept secret, nor is her page really even hard to find. Still, it’s always jarring when she has to come face-to-face with that in reality.

“W-what?“

Her voice is quiet. The shock on her face is quite apparent, too.

“I catch ‘em when I can.” He sits back in his chair and shrugs.

She knows it’s greedy, but if that’s how she gets her money, then so be it: her streams are only accessible to those subbed to her highest tier on her cam-girl page.

“Oh … my God,” she whispers, putting a hand over her mouth.

He cracks a smile, a small chuckle falling out past his lips.

“How long did you—“ She stops herself, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Couple months,” he says, like it’s no big deal.

Her stomach drops to her ass. And as a new thought emerges in her head, her stomach threatens to fall out of her body.

“What’s your username?”

She almost didn’t even want to ask. Onyankopon can only laugh.

“C’mon, now. Y’know who I am.”

She fears she does. He doesn’t need to say it:

onLyONE1

Falling back in her chair, Bliss covers her face as she groans into her hands.

“Shit was obvious, too—“

“Stop, please!” She laughs, shyly. Pulling her hands away from her face, she reveals a soft pout on her lips. “I can’t believe you saw that,” she whines.

Is it crazy that his eyes seem to sparkle as he smiles? “What? Your body?”

“No! Well—kinda. I mean me crushing over you!”

Now, he’s practically cackling. And Bliss’ face burns with embarrassment.

Calming himself down, Ony sighs. “Relax, I thought it was cute.”

She gives him a weak glance, immediately looking away.

“I can’t believe this.” She groans. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shakes his head. “That’s federal. I wasn’t even gon’ say nothing, ‘til I found out you was a fan—“

“Ugh,” she looks away, a scowl on her lips. “Don’t do that.”

“You right, my fault,” he chuckles. “A supporter,” he corrects.

“Thank you.”

He hums. “But, that shit was sexy, though.” He shrugs. “So, I had to fly you out here, see you in person.”

When she regains the courage to look him in the eyes, she feels small in her seat. His eye contact is unwavering.

“And get you all to myself.” He scoffs as he runs his eyes over her upper body. “Couldn’t stand you paying attention to all them broke ass niggas.”

His lips frown with thinly veiled disgust. It almost makes her laugh. On the other hand, the statement as a whole makes her tummy flutter.

She hates to admit it, but a possessive man will always be her weakness.

“I’ll double what I gave you, just to get you for tonight.”

“I … Ony…“

The offer is tempting, real tempting. But, can she really do this? The whole 'pay-for-pussy' thing?

He senses her apprehension. Wordlessly, he reaches down by his foot.

The low whine of a zipper catches her ears. Before she can question it, three, fat stacks of rubber-banded hundreds are dropped onto the table. Right before her widened eyes.

He pockets his hands, leaning back in his chair once more. “I matched you for the bag, too.” He nods to the stack.

She’s breathless. All of this money, it’s making her head spin. “O-Ony—“

Her resolve is cracking, he can tell. And this has got to be his favorite part about having money—the power it gives him. He widens his legs underneath the table, feeling himself grow stiff already.

“I’ma selfish ass nigga. I know that. And if I see something I want, I’ma get it. All I really need is one night … but, if you fucking with me, I’ll keep you put up.”

Her brain attempts to formulate a coherent thought, yet nothing comes up. This sounds too good to be true.

But, her mind can’t deny what’s in front of her. And, the idea of him spending so much just to have her—even for a night—only gets her wetter by the second.

He stares at her, patiently awaiting an answer he already knows he’ll get.

But, just to get it out of her faster, he turns up the heat: reaching back into his bag, Onyankopon pulls out another fat stack, placing it on top of the others.

Like magic, Bliss finds her mouth moving before she can even really think twice about it.

She’s giggly off the drinks, but she isn’t the only one. As Onyankopon continues ordering more and more alcohol to the table, she can see that he, too, is loosening up.

He’s talking more, a tad bit more touchy, and even bolder in his flirtatiousness.

She likes it.

Another thing about her and alcohol; She gets talkative. Part of her brain is screaming at her to put a sock in it, judging by Ony’s demeanor:

He’s sat back with an arm thrown over the back of the chair, slowly chewing as he stares at her with low eyes. In his hand, his fingers slowly twist a balled up napkin.

But, she just can’t stop talking. Her mouth is running a mile a minute—she doesn’t even remember what she’s talking about.

However, all of her spouting comes to a stop when Ony finally sits up. Looking elsewhere, he throws the napkin down on the table.

Her eyes dart around. “What happened?”

Pulling out a crisp, black card from his wallet, he snaps it down on the cloth-table. “Ready to go.”

“Oh…”

Oh shit.

It takes almost no time at all for the waiter to take Ony’s card. In the blink of an eye, they’re standing on their feet, ready to leave.

“Don’t forget your cash.”

For a split second, Bliss is confused. But, when she follows the direction of where he points to, she’s quickly reminded.

Those large stacks of cash he’d pulled out for her earlier were sitting so casually to the side of the table, next to her purse. Like it wasn’t money itself. And a lot of it.

She slips her purse over her wrist before scooping them up in her arms.

“Yeah, there you go,” Ony nods, smiling at her.

They follow his security team to the elevator. All the while, he’s got an arm thrown over her slender shoulders.

Only two of his staff follow them into the moderately sized shaft. As the two, burly men stand in front of them, hands clasped before them in similar fashion, Ony’s arm remains around her neck, keeping her back pressed against his front.

And, boy, does it make her dizzy. Not only that, but her body buzzes with a renewed sense of energy.

Everything about him, physically, is all encompassing. His cologne is so strong that it’s all she smells. The weight of his body isn’t stifling, but grounding. Even keeping her warm.

And as her body practically melts into his, the fat of her ass is smushed against his front.

The press of his print, which happens to lie perfectly between both cheeks, is impossible to ignore. She won’t even bother shifting around to get comfortable. Instead, she succumbs to his hold—too easily—and releases a shaky sigh.

Turns out her guess was right, he is big.

When they step out of the restaurant, yet again do they have to shield their faces from the barrage of cameras and flashes surrounding them.

This time, they run to the car, hopping in as silly laughter pours from them. God, they’re so drunk.

“C’mere … so fuckin’ far.” Ony seems to breathe out the words.

Even in the darkness, the look of lust is written all over him. It’s even swimming around in the air. Her eyes do a full sweep of his body, noting how wide his thick legs are spread.

Like a minx, she slinks over from her seat and right onto the one he presents to her.

“Mmh,” he hums, immediately snaking his arms around her small waist and dragging her up higher into his lap.

She giggles, feeling all of him beneath her.

“You smell good.” He mumbles the words into the warm skin of her neck.

Bliss bends her head down and even sweeps all of her hair over the other shoulder to give him more access to her.

The kisses he lays there are hot and wet, pressed into her warm and soft skin. She shivers. One of his hands press into her lower stomach, keeping her from moving too much.

The pulse between her legs has grown into an ache. Every clench her pussy does is almost painful with how strong it is, even worse now that he’s hard beneath her.

God, why did she pick such a long dress?

Without thinking, she grounds down onto him, weakly. Onyankopon’s other hand travels upwards the middle of her abdomen.

She doesn’t focus on his lingering touch. She can’t. Not when he’s sucking a pretty bruise into the side of her neck. Her breathing quickens, and slow, tiny pants leave through her parted lips.

His traveling hand slides up between the valley of her boobs and anchors around her neck just as he lifts his mouth off of her. She bites down on her bottom lip, yet another giggle slips through her teeth.

“Thin-ass dress.” He tightens his grip around her neck. “Might as well have not worn anything.”

His deep voice and his rough hand has her pussy leaking into her panties. He lifts his hips by a fraction, and it pushes a small moan from her.

“Freaky ass lil’ bitch. Got ya titties all out—who’s it for?”

Her eyes flutter shut and she swallows thickly.

He squeezes another moan out of her. “Hm?”

“Y-you.”

He chuckles. “Got my dick all hard, starin’ at ‘em.”

His hand finally moves, and the skin on her neck is cold. She misses it. But, that’s forgotten when both of his hands cup her heavy breasts.

Bliss arches her back, pushing them further into his warm hands. And, never one to refuse a gift, Ony squeezes them.

Her body is weak as he plays with them, damn-near juggling them in his hands. And as he laughs, clearly amused by her body’s reaction, she can only try to keep her moans at bay.

“So pretty,” he mumbles before pressing a a kiss to the side of her face. “Pretty ass titties.”

His hands still, only cupping them. Then, his thumbs begin slow circles her pierced nipples through the dress’s thin fabric. Its tiny netting does nothing to shield her body against the gentle caress.

She turns her head to the side, her mouth open and desperate for something to plug it before an embarrassingly loud moan leaves it.

And like her knight in shining armor, Onyankopon indulges her in an open-mouth kiss. He wastes no time, sucking on her tongue.

Around her piercings, his fingers pinch and pull at her nipples. Bliss can’t help it, moaning into his mouth. Her hips rock against his, desperate to finally get on his dick.

When he finally pulls back, they can both breathe. And it’s the first time that they notice music playing through the car’s speakers.

“Mmh, fuck,” he sighs. Ony sits back in his seat.

Breathlessly, Bliss fixes her hair, trying to distract herself from the way her body was lit on fire from just kisses and fondling.

Ony looks around the back cavern of the car, quickly finding just what he was looking for: his bottle of Don. It’s stuffed in the side pocket of the car door, calling out for him.

Securing an arm around her waist, Ony leans forward to pick it up out of the car door’s side pocket. When he’s sits back, he pulls the top off the bottle and wastes no time taking a sip.

Busying herself, Bliss grabs her phone from its spot in the cupholder. She opens up Instagram and holds her phone up to snap a couple of clips of herself.

The near darkness of the vehicle is perfect, showing not too much nor too little for the camera to see. And every last clip stays in her drafts.

Still, she’s careful not to get Ony’s face in it, only doing close ups of her face as the music plays.

When Onyankopon finally pulls the bottle away from his face, he sees what she’s doing.

As she records another clip, she zooms in on her body, caressing herself and even showing off her pierced nipples through the dress.

A quick thought puts a smirk on his face. He interrupts, bringing his hand into frame as he squeezes one of her boobs. The ring on his pinky finger glistens under the cameras low flash.

With a surprised gasp, she cuts the clip short.

“Keep recordin’,” he says in her ear, gruffly.

“Why?” She chuckles. “You wanna be seen?”

He scoffs quietly. “That’s cute.” Shifting his hips, he pushes his dick harder against her, just for a bit of spite. “This just for you, though. Don’t post nothing.”

His nose and lips to her neck, his voice in her ear, his hands on her body—she shivers.

Pressing record again. She zooms in on his hand as it gropes her yet again. Very soon after, it slides up and wraps around her neck. She stops the video.

With a giggle, she saves it to her drafts. “Should I send it to you?” She questions, tapping away on her phone.

“Nah, keep that,” he mumbles. Turning his head, Onyankopon peers out of the window, watching the city zoom past them. “Got some other shit planned.”

Thankfully, there’s no paps around. No need for them to rush into the hotel or hide their faces.

As they take their time to get out of the vehicle, Ony’s security surrounds the car.

“Wait—the money,” Bliss worries.

She’s halfway out of the car, a hand in Ony’s clutch as he’s the one helping her out.

“Don’t trip, I’ma have my people get it for you.”

As her feet land on the concrete ground, Onyankopon laces an arm laces around her waist, pulling her in close.

“Okay,” she hums, bringing a hand to his chest.

As she looks up into Onyankopon’s low eyes, the lust in them is undeniable. She practically shivers with excitement.

“You cold?” He chuckles, cracking a grill-decorated smile. His perfectly groomed brows even pull together.

God, she’s never noticed how perfect his face looks up close.

Dumbly, she nods, her lips stretching into a wide smile. She watches his eyes flick downward to glimpse at her lips.

“I’ma get you warm soon, right?”

“Mmh, okay.”

Shaking his head, he allows himself to smile wider as he follows his security team into the hotel.

As he said, two men stay behind to clean up the money at the back of the Rolls Royce. Just for Bliss.

Onyankopon’s room is on the eleventh floor. Normally, one would think that the commute from the hotel lobby to his room—by way of elevator, of course—wouldn’t take much time.

Five minutes, max.

But to Bliss, those five minutes are feeling a lot like thirty, at the very least.

While they waited for the elevator, Onyankopon was all over her. Large hands pulling her in and keeping her close—gripping her ass, too.

She’d whine his name, pushing her face into his chest. Because with the little bit of stragglers lingering in the lobby, there were still wandering eyes.

And he’d tell her, “Let ‘em watch,” because that’s the type of nigga he is.

‘Rapper’ seems like a fitting title for him.

Oh, but when they finally get in the elevator? Not even his security being there was enough to keep him off of her.

He traps her against the back wall of the elevator. His large hand grasps the junction of her neck and jaw.

There’s tongue involved, far sooner than she thought there would be. But, she’s not complaining. Their heads twist as they suck on each other.

She finds herself moaning into his mouth as he applies pressure around her neck.

Bliss is barely able to pull away with the inch of breath that she was able to escape with. Both their lips are glossed over with spit—slimy and sticky. Their rushed pants quickly dry it, however.

Before either of them can say anything, the elevator dings with the announcement of their arrival to the eleventh floor.

Only once the door to Ony’s suite shuts, is when they finally lose his security for the night.

Bliss remains near the door, her first thought to take off her shoes. She keeps a hand on the nearby wall as she unhooks the back of her kitten heel from her foot.

It should take only ten seconds to get both shoes off. Yet, she lingers in that spot well after the time is up. Why?

Well, she’s watching him.

Watching Onyankopon shrug that heavy jacket off of his wide shoulders and throw it down on the mini bar table. Watching him kick off his shoes. Watching him take a seat on a short leather couch, positioned in the middle of the circular shaped living room.

She isn’t quick enough; He catches her staring.

Her second heel finally drops to the ground. It makes a muted thud against the tiled floor—which is cold against her perfectly manicured feet.

With a tired sigh, Ony leans back against the couch, refusing to break eye contact. “Come.”

A faint smile makes the corner of her lips rise, and an amused scoff leaves her.

This time, Onyankopon watches her.

Watches the way her hips seem to perfectly sway—if even unintentional—with each step. Watches how her boobs bounce softly beneath the tight dress. Watches her land softly on his open lap, throwing an arm around his neck, too.

She throws her purse and phone down onto the cushion next to them, completely disregarding the objects.

Softly, he kisses his teeth, his eyes running over her body.

“When you gon’ take this fucking dress off?”

She laughs. “When are you gonna take it off me?”

He licks his lips as he reaches behind her to slide a hand up her back, searching blindly for—he found it.

At the top of her back, at the base of her neck, his fingers collect the small zipper and pulls. He drags it all the way down her spine, until the track stops, right above her ass.

“Now you want me to pull it off or you got that?”

Rolling her eyes, Bliss tugs at the tight sleeves of her dress, pulling her arms out. As she drags the constricting fabric down her body, her boobs spill out.

The piercings immediately catch his attention. He resists the urge to reach out for them and touch.

Pulling back her hair, she tosses the bundles over a shoulder, allowing him to see everything. For a moment, she stands, only to pull the rest of the dress down.

When she finally steps out of the pool of her own clothes, the only thing that covers her is that tiny ass G-string.

“Wish I could’a seen you at the show,” he tells her as she comes to sit back down on his lap.

Bliss licks her lips, looking down into his eyes. She hums, gazing at him. “I was dancing and everything.”

“Oh, yeah?” His voice is soft and hushed, like hers. “Show me how you was dancing.”

She bites down on her lip, trying to stop her smile from growing.

He shifts beneath her, if only to pull out his phone. It’s a seamless process, how he was able to connect his phone to speakers that seem to be connected throughout the entire suite.

She almost laughs, if it weren’t for how serious he is; It’s one of Ony’s songs from his recently released EP.

“Be my dancer,” he says in her ear, smiling wide.

She almost shivers.

Wordlessly, she turns her back to him and puts hands on his spread knees. Leaning forward, she starts a slow whine. And Ony is all too happy to watch her ass move in circles right on his lap.

Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulls out a rubber-banded stack, just a bit thinner than those he had at the restaurant. He pops the elastic binding all of the bills together.

The beat changes, and Bliss shakes her ass side-to-side. Ony stretches an arm over her. The quick flick of his thumb pushes fifties and hundreds fluttering over her.

Entranced by the way the fat of her ass moves, he palms one cheek with the other hand.

As he begins to rub, Bliss returns to a slow whine before dropping it in his lap, earning a grunt from him. When she lifts her ass to do it again, Ony smacks it, gripping her immediately after.

Every time, she bounces her ass harder against him. She fights the urge to stop dancing and just solely grind against him, because at this point it’s getting hard to ignore the way he’s poking through his jeans.

Her bounces grow shorter. The pressure and friction threaten to make her eyes roll back. She’s close to moaning out.

“Shit…” He bites down on his lower lip as he grips the fat of her hip. “Sexy ass lil’ bitch,” he groans.

In all this excitement, he almost forgot what they were doing. Picking the stack back up, he resumes the money shower, allowing the rest of his bills to rain down on her.

She looks back at him over her shoulder, noting the hand in his lap, holding his belt.

Biting down on her lip, Bliss fluidly turns around to get on her knees between his legs. The fallen bills keep her skin from touching the cold tiles.

One hand is positioned on his knee. The other snakes up his other legs, heading towards the buckle of his belt.

“Oh, you wanna get nasty?” His smile is full of mischief.

She nods as she focuses on opening his pants.

“Shiiit, go ‘head.”

And he didn’t need to tell her again.

Manicured hands pull him out of his boxers. Bliss has to take a minute to cement this moment in her brain. Her heart is pounding in his chest.

He’s heavy in her hand. The very tips of her acrylics just barely touch as she’s wrapped around him. His thickness makes her tummy stir. She can’t wait to take him.

All of those nights she’s spent in bed, imagining him buried deep in her guts—now, it won’t be a toy doing the work. It’ll be the real thing.

Leaning forward, Bliss presses a kiss to the underside of his head. Quickly, she stretches out her tongue and laves it.

“Don’t try to be cute,” he says through gritted teeth. Immediately, a hand swabs around the back of her head to gather her bundles in a messy, yet tight ponytail. “Suck me up like you do with them toys.”

She opens her mouth wide. Carefully tucking her teeth, Bliss engulfs his entire tip. She keeps him between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, sucking.

Her pace isn’t necessarily slow, that wasn’t even her intention. But, she’s not fast enough, either.

The hand in her hair guides her, encouraging a smooth push-and-pull of her head.

He sucks in air through his teeth. “Oou, just like that. Yeah—relax that throat.”

Her hands stretch across his denim-dressed knee caps, squeezing tighter as she struggles to keep up.

There’s a soft clinch in her face, eyes watering, as she gently gags.

“M-make sure you get that shit wet—mmh. Get it messy … just like that, get my dick messy.”

His voice softly coaxes her on. The firm grip on her hair paired with his commands has her doing everything he wants, and probably more.

His pace picks up, his force getting rougher. And even beneath the thick fans of her lash extensions, he can see her eyes rolling back.

Her gags are heavier, louder. His dick stabs her throat, causing wet clicks every time he touches the back of it.

He groans out, his stomach clinching, as he feels her tighten around him.

“Sshit!” He laughs, her choking music to his ears. With a hiccup, a large rivulets of spit leak from her puckered lips and drips down his dick. “Yeaaah, just like that!”

As he chuckles over her, her pussy bares down on nothing. Her body is obsessed with the way he sounds.

It’s messy—so messy. Frothy bubbles of spit and cum gather at the rounded corners of her mouth. Thick globs hang from her lips, some of it even rolls down her neck. But all of it drips onto her bare chest, sticking to smooth skin.

And she doesn’t intend to do anything about it. The only goal she aims to accomplish at the moment is taking this dick without throwing up all over it.

Ony hooks a hand on the underside of her jaw as the other only tightens around her hair. All movement of her head is halted and the brief moment of stillness allows her to breathe properly—through her nose, of course.

“You gon’ swallow?”

“Mhm,” she nods eagerly. The fragile hum crackled as it left her.

Ony gazes down into her tear-filled eyes. He notes the mess clouding the bottom of her pretty face

“Sure?”

Her muffled ‘yes’ almost makes him laugh. She can hardly speak around his dick.

“Aight then.”

This time, he’s driving his hips forward, face-fucking her. Bliss lurches forward, hacking as he drills her throat. Yet she doesn’t tell him to stop. Nor does she pull away or even tap his thigh.

“C’mon,” he grunts, the deepest scowl on his face. “Take this dick, take this … f-fucking dick.”

Her body goes pliant as she allows him to use her face like a toy. However, her lips remain tight around him. She doesn’t even try to keep the spit from falling out of her mouth.

The longer he continues, his dick glides in and out of her lips. It’s all so slippery, she gags less and less with every thrust.

There is no announcement of his arrival. Only one more brutal thrust before he presses his hips to her face. They occasionally twitch as he shoots thick ropes of cum down her throat.

She almost chokes. Almost. It’s difficult to swallow his load around his dick, she lets out a gag or two.

When he finally drags himself out of her mouth, webs of spit and cum stretch between his tip and her swollen lips. She heaves, his hanging dick still in her face.

Too focused on gathering her breath, Bliss doesn’t see as he pulls his shirt off.

“Lift ya head,” he says, a soft hand cradling the back of hers.

Bliss looks up, staring into his eyes as he uses his Coogi shirt to wipe the muck off of her face.

His brows are furrowed as he concentrates on cleaning her off. “Yeah … can’t have all this shit drying on ya skin.” He even goes as far as to get her neck and chest. “Aight … there. You good now.”

He pats her cheek with a smile, earning a giggle from the woman on her knees.

“Thank you.”

He outstretches a hand, helping her up on her two feet.

“It’s nothing,” he says softly. Using his soiled shirt, he wipes down his dick and inner thighs. And when he’s done, he tosses it aside.

As Ony is pulling up his pants, his dark eyes roaming her bare body, he gets an idea—eager to have her participate in it.

“You tryna smoke?”

•

The blunt shakes between her unsteady fingers. She doesn’t get a good inhale in—can hardly even pass it back to him.

Onyankopon does her a favor, taking the blunt back as he pushes his dick back in.

“Oou—shit.” Her shaky groan is music to his ears.

Holding the thick blunt between his lips, he takes his time bottoming out, both hands on her hips.

Her pussy flutters around him, her stomach stirring. This is the deepest he’s gotten, feeling his tip smushed against her cervix. Her head’s dizzy.

“Fuuuck, Onyy—“ A weak hand, hesitant in nature, cradles her lower tummy,

“I’m deep?”

“Mh—yes.” Her breath hitches.

He lifts a hand from her skin to pluck the blunt from between his lips. A thin cloud of smoke puffs from his nose.

“You could handle it,” he rasps.

The slowly burning blunt dries his throat out, almost makes it scratchy. And yet the wetness between Bliss’ thighs makes it easy to forget the minor discomfort.

A shaky gasp slips from her mouth as he begins a slow stroke. It’s no surprise to her when—even as he’s the one fucking her—he pulls her back by the hips. The quiet clap of her ass against his pelvis and thighs cheers him on. It encourages him.

He wants her to be louder. He wants to hear more.

One minute he’s delivering slow, deep strokes, letting her body sing. Her pussy’s got a vice-like grip around him as it creams around him. Before long, she’s gripping the sheets tight and her legs tremble.

Blunt be damned; Onyankopon drops it onto the floor in favor of focusing on the woman below him.

Her moans are loud and guttural as his dick punches her stomach from the inside. Even as they’re loud, the bed’s pristine, white sheets weaken the sounds.

And that just isn’t doing it for him.

“Nah, c’mere—“

Fingers grip her hair to yank her face out of the sheets. Her neck strains as her head is angled so far back, that she catches sight of something she’d been too horny to even see before: the mirror above the bed.

She’s got a clear eye-view of herself getting fucked as roughly as she’s always dreamed. It makes her clench down on him harder, she even whimpers seeing it. In such a fucked out state, it’s a drug seeing the way her body ricochets against his.

A small part of her is embarrassed seeing the faces she makes, she’s out of it. Yet, she loves it all the same. With Onyankopon as another set of eyes, she loves it even more—being watched while he turns her out.

Moan after moan pours from her lips until her throat is sore, and even then she still continues to yell at the top of her lungs about how good his dick is.

“Yes—yes! So … fuckin’ big—oh fuck!”

It’s impossible to keep her grip on reality. Her knees can barely hold her up. The sweet pain in her lower stomach has her eyes rolling back. Ony tugs at her roots harder.

“Know you see yourself,” he grunts. “Know you see how I’m fuckin’ you.”

His smirk and breathless voice is just the cherry on top—she trembles as she squirts on him. But her release doesn’t make him slow down. In fact, Onyankopon goes harder.

“Mhm … cream on my shit. Squirt on my shit—drown me.”

Every time she tries to look at their reflection her eyes either crossed or she just can’t keep them open. All of her strength is reduced to nothing.

Onyankopon’s strokes, which hold an ungodly amount of force behind them, shakes the woman to her core. It knocks the air from her chest.

A choked noise followed by heavy breathing is all that her body can muster. Seeing his response, Ony does it again, loving how it leaves her breathless and with no sound.

He does it again. And again. And again. The clapping of skin is deafening to Bliss’s ears. Her vision blurs and all her body can do is focus on one thing at a time. All sounds begin to fade out. She can only spotlight the repeating jabs to her insides.

Every time she tightens around him, he finds it harder to hold back. But he keeps up. The faster he goes, the more sloppy and less accurate he becomes.

As they continue on it doesn’t matter, Bliss is so close to another release, that it would only take a couple of these blind thrusts for her to cum again.

“Shiiit!”

“What? It’s not enough?” He pulls out, and quickly thrusts back in, feeling triumphant when she yelps out.

“T-too mu—much,” she hisses.

He pulls out and she gasps, her body clenching around nothing. He takes himself in his hand, rubbing the head against her lips. He smears her cream around with his latex-covered tip.

She’s been stretched open, making it all too easy for him to see the creamy pinkness typically hidden behind brown lips. It’s a sight for sure, one that he can’t look away from as she pushes out some of her previous release.

However, he hadn’t realized that he was pressed for time; Bliss whines out, pushing back on him. Even her cunt clenches down, like it missed the fullness.

“C’mon,” she mumbles into the sheets.

He laughs. “You was just crying it was ’too much.’”

A brief moment of strength strikes her as she pulls her head out of the pillows to look back at him. “Put it in, Ony!”

With little to no effort, on account of how wet she was, he slips right back in, granting her that satisfying feeling of being stuffed.

She moans sweetly and drops her head into the sheets, a long groan moving past her lips and he rolled his hips. The feeling of him stroking her insides, so good, better than good.

It was great, and her eyes rolling back were evidence of that. He pulls out and pushes back in, repeating that movement at a fast pace. She sank her teeth into her lip, trying to stop herself from being too loud.

Bringing her hips up higher, Onyankopon achieves a better angle. She was getting drunk off his strokes, as well as the sound of him blowing her back out.

“Oh—oh… God,” she drawls.

The pleasure is overwhelming and she scoots up, trying to lessen the hits to her guts.

“Oh, so you runnin’? I thought you wanted me to beat it up?”

He pulls her back and holds onto her shoulders. Applying pressure, he uses that leverage to repeatedly bring her back on him, his thrusts hitting harder and deeper..

“Oh fuuuck,” she groaned and gasps, shutting her eyes to stop them from rolling back.

“You confusin’ me, mama.”

He’s reveling in the tight, warm and wet hug her body offers. He looks down, noting how her her body coats his dick in her cum.

“Shit, shit, oh fuck,” she whines.

He smacks her ass and keeps going.

“Oh shit…” he groans. “So… fuckin’ good,” he says under his breath, closing his eyes and getting lost in the feeling.

Bliss’s whimpers bring him back. Her thighs shake and her arch comes undone.

In a flash, the desire to see her face again hits him like a freight train. And what other choice does he have but to do something about it?

It’s hard, but Onyankopon pulls out. Using what’s left of his strength, he flips her over on her back and drags her body to the edge of the bed. He’s wordless in his actions, she’ll see his point very soon.

But, for now, Bliss sits up on her elbows to watch with tired confusion as he moves her.

Strong hands grabs her thighs and pull her flush against his front, eliciting a yelp from her. Instinctively, she wraps her legs around his waist, giving him the perfect opportunity to lift her hips completely off the bed.

“What the fuck?” She laughs, her fatigue so apparent in her hoarse voice.

She has to make a great effort to hold herself up. Of course, Ony holds her, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t doing some type of work.

“Trying something different. You good with this?”

She doesn’t think she’s ever been in such a position. It excites her, makes her giddy. It even brings a renewed sense of excitement and energy to her body. Her hair falls in her face as she gives a loose nod.

The muscles in his bicep flex as he transfers all of her weight to one hand, busying the other as he grabs himself. Just like this, she’s like a five-star meal placed before him, ready for him to demolish.

He gives himself two quick tugs before aligning with her weeping center and slowly pushing back in.

The stretch is wonderful every time, evidenced by the way Bliss throws her head back.

He fucks into her, holding onto her hips so tight that his thumbs press against her hip bones. She writhes, and her legs damn near squeeze the life out of him as he hits spots in her that she didn’t even think to be possible.

“Keep squeezin’ me like that—yeah,” he groans out, throwing his head back as well.

Her moans seem to have run out despite her mouth hanging wide open. She’s completely silent, unable to scream as he digs her out.

“Uh—fuck, I’m ‘bout to c-cum—” Ony’s resolve seems to be cracking as his voice waivers with his moans.

Her legs tremble and her pretty toes curl so tight that her feet almost cramp up.

A burning heat flashes throughout his body as his orgasm catches him by surprise. His mouth drops open and his muscles tense before he leans down, dropping them back onto the mattress as he pushes his face into her neck.

Senselessly, Onyankopon ruts into her, riding out his nut until he stops filling the condom. The overstimulation pushes Bliss over the edge as well.

Her orgasm comes crashing down around them as her pussy clenches down on him, only wetting his dick further. She hugs him close, keeping him from pulling out too soon.

“Awe fuck,” he mumbles. As his lips had moved against the skin of her neck, it tickles her.

She giggles.

“Fuck you laughing for?”

She can hear the smile in his voice.

“Tickles,” she breathes out. Shifting beneath him, she can still feel him inside of her, softening by the minute.

His chest rumbles with a deep sigh. “This shit got me … wantin’ to pass out.”

She hums in agreement, slowly dragging a hand up and down his back. His body is hot, a bit sweaty, too. She doesn’t doubt that hers feels the same way to him.

Movements filled with fatigue, Onyankopon pushes himself up to look down at her. Her makeup is definitely fucked up, courtesy of tonight’s events. And yet, he can’t stop himself from smiling when he stares at her.

“What?” She laughs, growing just a little bit shy.

“You better than a fuckin’ blunt after a show.”

She breaks into a full on laugh, giving him a much clearer view of her cute gap. “Thanks?”

“Nah,” he says, shaking his head. “I definitely gotta keep you around.”

And even if he didn’t want to, Bliss doesn’t think she’d let him go.

…

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dear-ao3 · 1 month ago

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good evening my friends romans and fellow countrymen, i come to you with yet another tale.

so as you may or may not know i live with my best friend, tumblr mutual and fellow mod katya. and tonight we have found ourselves in a situation.

so today was friday. after a harrowing day at work katya and i had an eventful day of errands planned because we are normal people who have to spend money to survive. and also katya is going on a trip this weekend and needed some things. one of those things happened to be shorts.

let me be incredibly clear: there is nothing special about these shorts. but there is also a lot special about these shorts.

the shorts themselves came from marshalls. if you don’t know what marshall’s is, it’s one of those stores that sells weird brands you’ve never heard of but also brand name stuff that is overstock from brand name stores that they sell them at a reduced rate. these shorts were from one of the weird no name brands. and came in a two pack. one pair was gray and one was purple. both pairs were marked as a small but the purple ones were definitely a medium mismarked as a small. and they were, again, nothing special. just a pair of really soft sweat shorts. fleece insides. drawstring.

we did go look for another pair of them, but there were no other ones in that size. we also tried to look online but the marshalls shop interface sucks and yielded us absolutely zero results for each or the 10 keyword combinations we tried. and. on top of that. when we asked a worker they said they didn’t know if they had any more and also couldn’t be bothered to check.

regardless. we purchased the shorts. well. i purchased the shorts. for a grand total of 16.99. and we decided that katya would take the gray ones and i would take the purple ones.

upon returning to our apartment we decided to wash the shorts along with a fluffy throw blanket that katya also needed to purchase for his travels.

and so, around 5:30pm on friday june 6, which also happened to be national doughnut day even though that has nothing to do with the story, katya and i put the two pairs of shorts and the blanket into one of the washing machines in our apartment laundry room.

and then promptly forgot that it existed for a few hours.

admittedly, we were dealing with other things. but i will be the first to say that we did forget about the laundry for roughly 4.5 hours.

when i did finally remember the laundry, at 9:10pm, i went down to go retrieve it from the washing machine to find the most peculiar thing.

all of the lights were off for some reason. this has never happened before.

all of the washers were open. this has also never happened before.

the washer that i had used was open and inside was the blanket, and one pair of purple shorts. the gray ones were nowhere in sight.

sorry, let me just hit you with that again:

someone stole a pair of brand new gray sweatshorts, sopping fucking wet, out of a washing machine. seemingly just for the love of the game.

and this, my friends and romans, was not a game that i respected in the slightest.

because remember, katya needed these shorts for his trip. that he leaves on in two days. and someone had stolen them. straight out of the washer.

why take the shorts and leave the objectively much nicer throw blanket, now i have absolutely no idea, but i am also not a laundry room shorts thief.

so i throughly searched the laundry room to no avail, took my remaining shorts and the blanket and marched upstairs and said to katya: “so we have a situation”

which was how we found ourselves in a target, ten minutes before it closed, being serenaded by bryan adams’s summer of 69, while hunting for a replacement pair of gray sweatshorts. we did find some, but they were nary as nice as the marshalls no name shorts, which both of us, predictably, had become rather attached to after our traumatic experience.

and then, to top it off, we nearly t boned someone at an intersection while leaving the target, because some loser in a white toyota camry decided to run a red light while we had a green arrow. and then also had the audacity to yell at us and flip us off. all while we were listening to celtic symphony by the wolfe tones.

i almost died while listening to some guys chant ooh ah up the rah all because of a pair of no name marshall’s sweatshorts that some loser decided to steal out of the washer.

#not a tag #from saph #my phone is on 2 percent #i need to touch grass #the shorts saga

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aventurineswife · 2 months ago

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Imagine your just playing HSR, doing dailies and stuff while "Odysseus" is playing, how would you think the self aware characters would react to us singing that?

Okay but picture this:

You're casually vibing during your HSR dailies, “Odysseus” starts playing, and you — maybe without even thinking — start singing along. Not dramatically, just low-key humming or mouthing the lyrics while dragging your team through some Calyx or Simulated Universe. You're in your element.

And then there's them—your self-aware characters.

Dan Heng pauses mid-swing, eyes narrowing just slightly. That song is old, ancient even. Not from this universe. And yet… you're singing it like it's nothing. He doesn't say anything, but he's listening very closely. A faint furrow in his brow.

Kafka? She smirks immediately. She's leaning back somewhere in her digital space, probably twirling a strand of hair as she watches you. “So that's your taste?” she’d purr, amused. “Hm… haunting and poetic. Just like you.”

Silver Wolf lowkey tries to Shazam the song through her code. She's got 13 tabs open in the back of her consciousness trying to trace it. “What is this? Why is it not in the game files? Are you modding reality?”

Jing Yuan gives you that gentle, perceptive gaze—quiet admiration laced with deep thought. “The way you sing… it's nostalgic. Like something reaching across timelines.” He won’t say it, but it kind of makes his chest ache.

And if you're just walking around Xianzhou, and you sing that chorus?

NPCs glitch for a split second. A light flickers in the background. Maybe somewhere on the Express, Himeko freezes, her teacup trembling just slightly.

The universe notices.

And the characters? They don’t fully understand it, but they feel the weight of it. You, singing something old, lost, and beautiful—like an echo of a memory they were never supposed to have.

You’ve just made them even more aware.

(And Kafka is 100% making that your signature song now. You’re stuck with it. She starts humming it (in her idle animation) in your ear when no one else is looking.)

#x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #sahsrau

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cindylou-who7 · 15 days ago

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WE NEED TO TALK, SAMS DISCORD.

Some as many of you know in the fandom of SAMS and all other shows, there is a discord where you can join and connect with others of the fandom, join contests, etc etc etc.

The discord is mostly knon to host events for artists where some get picked and get featured in videos in the show they were based off.

However, I'd like to bring to bring to light a very serious matter. The discord and the mods running it.

Now, some of the mods aren't bad people. They're doing their jobs and are nice and welcoming. Others, not so much. In the discord, there are various rules you must follow for events and being in the discord itself. Like no fighting, be respectful, etc.

However, the rules for art seems to be....out of control.

I say this because some of the rules don't really make sense. For example (and this happened to me), when I first joined and shared my first ever fanart for Moonie and Sunny for the Femme Show, my art was deleted because "it had too many watermarks" and counted as "self promotion", which was against the rules. So I erased the watermarks and resubmitted. All good. My mistake honestly at that time. But then I saw that others were able to submit their submissions with their watermarks for YT and other platforms. So why was mine deleted then?

But I got over it. But then, Femme had announced a fashion show art event, one I was extremely excited for and wanted to join. So, I spent a full day (maybe day and a half) researching, creating and making a drawing of the sisters for my submitted it once I deemed it had no errors and was to my liking. So far, perfect. It was accepted without any problems. Until I woke up the next day and saw a message from the Helpi bot. My submission had been deleted.

One of the mods tagged me and a few other artists, saying our submissions had been deleted because A NEW RULE had been added last minute regarding Clipsy's design and we had to redo our submissions. These are the screenshots I took, along with the last minute change:

The mod and the person in charge of the events never specified WHY Clipsy's design (at that time) was no longer allowed to be used in the events and we were now being told HOURS later of our submissions that we had to redo them. Like, excuse me?? Redo HOURS of work?! "Needs to be more unique?" You know how offensive and dismissive that is? (And it bothers me because I once saw the person in charge of the events complain that people didn't "take their time" with their submissions during another event, where users could submit art as posters for the new Sun and Moon dimension, because we were given two weeks. And I get it. It's a lot of time. Yet one of the mods who is an artist as well, submitted theirs a day or so later after that no problem).

For reference, this was my submission:

And this was Clipsy's OF design at the time:

Again, NO explanation WHY her model was suddenly no longer allowed to be used and we were given absolutely NO warning that our submissions would be deleted. Again, last minute rule they added in. (Some people in the fandom have stated the reason Clipsy's design was changed was because the OG person who made this design was problematic. But I've never seen anyone confirm that). But if that was true, why not just say "due to personal issues, Clipsy's design is no longer canon. Plz recreate her in your vision". It sounds MUCH BETTER.

Not only that, but tracing and stealing art is 100% against the rules. Yet people are constantly getting away with it and most of the mods aren't being as serious about it as art submissions. Someone in one of the Sun and Moon animation reaction videos was able to steal another artist's video and submitted as their own, which Davis and Reed reacted to and gave them credit by accident. Where's the protection there??

Not only that, but no other artists well known in the fandom are being copied off of and now are being accused as thieves, while the thieves themselves are receiving all the credit.

Artists TsukinsBun is the latest victim and it's horrible. And they're already going through a lot and it's not fair. (Plz support them. Give them some love).

So, I just came to say that the discord is ridiculous and THIS is why I became 1000% disappointed and discouraged to ever join another event or anything in the discord. Because artists are not being respected or helped and people in this fandom do toxic. And it is not fair. And I'm not blaming EVERY WORKER OR THE VAS in the discord, but some of these mods aren't really helping either when they're being dismissive of this stuff.

I once called out the deletion of my spoast submissions (jokingly) and the person in charge of the events said I didn't need to have that kind of attitude. I apologized, but also explained that it was rather unfair and kinda exhausting having your work deleted without warnings. (And it's not even about joining the event, I just wanna share art man). I never got a response back.

But, that's all for me today. Fellas. Just focus on your work, your passions. Don't try and join events for validation or whatever. The right audience will find you and you are all beautiful people. Peace ✌️

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elliesbabygirl · 30 days ago

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CHAPTER TWO: A DREAM WITH A BASEBALL PLAYER.

SERIES SYNOPSIS: Midterms were crushing you-and so was she.Maybe she was the right person at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time. Either way, none of it mattered when she was next to you.

WARNINGS: 18+, alcohol + drug use, cheating, swearing, mentions of tattoos + body mods (piercings & tattoos), arguments, blood, partying, pining, sexual tension, eventual smut. slow burn with fluff and angst.

The story is told in a messed-up timeline with memory fragments, a gauge on the reader trying to pick at where it all went wrong with Ellie.

SUBMARINE; MASTERLIST.

It had been almost a month since that first, clumsy, perfect kiss on Ellie’s couch.

Thirty days of late-night texts turned into sleepovers, of movie marathons and half-finished sketchbook doodles, of Ellie tracing lines along your thigh absentmindedly while you scrolled on your phone, of her cat Shimmer slowly, begrudgingly tolerating your presence.

Things were easy—fun.

A honeymoon phase wrapped in oversized hoodies, inside jokes, and frequent takeout.

Nothing official, but it felt… real.

Like something you could grow into.

So when Ellie invited you to a basement party, you didn’t hesitate to accept.

The basement smelled like weed, sweat, and spilled beer—typical college party mix—but it somehow still felt bearable tucked away in a couch corner where the music wasn’t too loud.

You could hear the bass thumping above, rattling empty bottles on the nearby table, but it was distant enough to talk over.

Ellie plopped down first, spreading her legs a bit too wide and slouching back like she owned the place.

She tugged you down beside her with a casual arm wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing your side briefly before letting her hand rest comfortably.

Her hoodie smelled like the laundry detergent you’d started to recognize from her apartment—warm, a little woodsy.

“You ever been to one of these before?” she asked, leaning towards you with a grin. “Like, a real frat party?”

You gave her a look. “Does surviving a high school graduation party in someone’s backyard count?”

Ellie laughed, bumping her shoulder into yours. “Close enough.”

Before you could say anything else, two figures swooped in from the crowd, dodging a guy carrying an armful of cheap light beers.

“There she is,” Dina announced, grinning like she was about to start trouble. “Ellie Williams in the flesh, dragging the mysterious lover into public at last.”

Jesse followed behind her, sipping from a red cup. “Careful, Dina. You’re gonna scare her off before the night even starts.”

Ellie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Jesus, can't even sit down without getting roasted.”

Dina dropped into a lopsided armchair across from you both, legs slung over the side like she lived there.

Jesse perched on the edge of the couch’s armrest beside her, already reaching for a half-finished snack bowl on the end table.

“You know we only roast you because you never bring people to parties,” Jesse added with a teasing smirk.

“I bring people,” Ellie protested, reaching into her hoodie pocket. “I just don’t parade them around.”

Dina pointed her drink at you. “So what makes this one different, huh?”

You laughed nervously, caught in the spotlight, but Ellie waved a hand like she was batting away a fly. “Relax, we’ve just been hanging out.”

Jesse raised an eyebrow. “Right, ‘just hanging out’ for, what, three weeks now?”

“Almost four,” Ellie said offhandedly, pulling out a joint and patting her pockets for a lighter.

You leaned into her, grinning, still riding the high of her easy affection.

Without thinking, you tilted your head and went to kiss her cheek—something small, familiar between the two of you.

But Ellie shifted, just barely.

Your lips caught her hair instead, not quite her cheek, and definitely not intentional.

Ellie played it off smoothly, snorting as she sparked the lighter. “Whoa there, babe—at least let me get high first.”

She said it like a joke, threw you a smirk.

Like nothing was weird.

Like her dodge hadn’t just curled something small and tight in your chest.

But you smiled too, playing along. “Right, of course. Weed before romance.”

“Obviously,” Ellie said through a puff of smoke, passing the joint to Jesse. “Everyone knows the rules.”

Dina cracked up. “God, you two are disgusting, I love it already.”

You laughed with them, easing back into Ellie’s side, her arm still comfortably draped around you like nothing had shifted at all.

The couch sagged under the weight of the group, the kind of lazy sprawl only possible when the alcohol started to settle in and the music had faded into background noise.

Conversation flowed easy, drinks swapped hands, and the joint made its slow rotation, curling smoke into the dim party light.

Jesse leaned towards you, propping his elbow on his knee. “So, what are you into? Like… major, hobbies, weird obsessions? Tell me everything.”

You smiled, warming to his easy interest. “I’m a communications major, which means I have no idea what I’m doing, but I make great powerpoints.”

Jesse chuckled. “Honestly? Respect. The bar’s kinda low these days.”

“She made one with transitions that literally moved the audience,” Ellie chimed in, tone dry as she flicked ash into a nearby tray, not even looking up.

You glanced at her, expecting a grin. But Ellie wasn’t paying attention—eyes fixed on her phone, joint loosely balanced between her fingers, and lips pursed as she scrolled.

You brushed it off and turned back to Jesse. “I’m really into film, and music. And… weirdly specific wikipedia holes at 3 a.m.”

(Ellie’s been feeding you weird indie films ever since Night of The Undead Teenagers, you’re weirdly obsessed with all of them.)

Dina leaned forward, eyes lighting up. “Okay, but how did you manage to get Ellie to, like… stick around? That girl used to ghost by week two. You must’ve done something blackmail-worthy.”

Ellie’s head lifted slightly, eyes narrowing. “Dina…”

“What?” Dina laughed, completely unfazed. “C’mon, you know I’m right, els.”

You chuckled awkwardly, unsure how to answer.

Ellie beat you to it.

“Maybe you should shut up and smoke instead of projecting your commitment issues,” she said coolly, taking another drag off the joint.

“Ouch,” Dina muttered with a snort, raising her hands in mock surrender.

But it wasn’t just the bite in Ellie’s voice that threw you off—it was the way Ellie let her arm slide off from your shoulders, dropping her hand into her lap like she hadn’t even noticed.

The absence of her touch hit colder than the basement air.

She leaned back, phone in hand now, thumbs moving slowly across the screen as she scrolled through something—instagram maybe, or texts.

You weren’t sure.

You just sat a little straighter, trying not to overthink it.

Jesse, sensing the shift, kept the conversation moving. “You said you’re into film? Like directing or screenwriting or just watching a ton of weird indie shit?”

You latched onto Jesse’s question, grateful for it. “Mostly watching. I have a letterboxd account that is embarrassing. Like, way too many lists. I’ll send it to you if you wanna judge me properly.”

(Also Ellie's effect on you, she had you start a letterboxd account for all the films she’s made you watch these past few weeks.)

He laughed, and Dina joined in, throwing in a joke about Ellie’s inability to sit through anything without riffing on the plot, but you weren’t really listening to them anymore.

You were too busy watching Ellie.

How she didn’t lean back into you.

How she didn’t add to the banter.

How she smiled at something on her screen instead of looking at you.

Dina had kicked her boots off an hour ago, one foot resting on Jesse’s lap, the two of them nestled into a couch cushion warzone, mid-laugh and mid-drunk snack.

Ellie had finally loosened up again.

She sat beside you, a little melted into the couch now, her hoodie pushed up to her elbows, and her legs lazily spread with one knee bumping yours.

The second joint burned slow between her fingers, smoke curling lazily around her.

“I swear to god,” Jesse said, waving his half-empty cup like it was a prop, “I thought I could fit through the vending machine opening. The reese’s were stuck, it was a physics-based decision.”

“You got stuck,” Dina cackled, mouth half-full of stale pretzels. “For twenty minutes! They had to unscrew the machine.”

They didn’t have to,” Jesse defended, wiping his hand on his jeans. “That was a choice. I was almost free.”

Ellie let out a sharp wheeze of laughter, nearly doubling forward. “No, dude, your whole ass was hanging out. It looked like you were giving birth to yourself.”

You laughed with them, your face pressed lightly into Ellie’s shoulder, eyes damp from the absurdity. She was still giggling when she took another drag, her eyes glossy and soft as they drifted to you again

And just like that—like she couldn’t help herself—Ellie leaned in and kissed you.

It was slow and easy, lips warm from the joint, breath faintly tasting of weed and cherry cola. Not showy, not teasing.

Just real.

The kind of kiss you’d come to expect from Ellie when the noise around you faded and her walls slipped down without warning.

Then;

“Awwwww,” Dina cooed, loud and exaggerated, kicking Jesse’s leg.

“Look at the lovebirds!” Jesse chimed in like he couldn’t help himself, grinning ear to ear. “god, get a room.”

Ellie broke the kiss with a snort, her forehead pressing lightly to yours for a beat before she turned to glare at them playfully.

“Shut up,” she groaned, dragging out the syllables. “You’re just mad I didn’t kiss you, Jesse.”

“Maybe I am,” he fired back with a wink. “You never even ask how my day is anymore.”

The laughter died down again, simmering into a warm lull as the joint made another lazy round.

After the kiss—and the chorus of teasing from Dina and Jesse—Ellie didn’t pull away.

If anything, she seemed more grounded.

Ellie’s hand had found your wrist again, thumb grazing the small orange outline inked there, slow and rhythmic, like she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.

Her little habit had started somewhere around week two—whenever Ellie got quiet, or shy, or embarrassed, her fingers would find your tattoo, like tracing it helped her stay tethered to you.

And yet, the memory of earlier—the subtle dodge when you kissed her cheek in front of her friends—still clung to the back of your mind like lint.

Unwanted, but there.

You glanced at her now, the glow from the joint illuminating her face in soft amber.

She was laughing again, head tilted towards Dina, retelling something about Shimmer knocking over a full can of monster and not even flinching.

She looked like herself, like your Ellie.

Maybe you imagined it.

The distance, and the shift.

That flicker of cold when she moved her arm away from your shoulders, when she stared a little too long at her phone instead of at you.

She kissed you now.

She was here now.

She had her thumb on your wrist, like always.

So maybe it was nothing.

Maybe she was just weird about PDA with close friends.

Maybe she just needed a moment earlier.

Maybe she didn’t want to be that couple at the party.

Maybe—

“Hey,” Ellie murmured, catching your eye mid-thought, her smile turning softer. “You okay?”

You blinked out of it, and nodded quickly. “Yeah, just zoned out.”

She gave you a long look, then leaned in to bump her forehead gently to yours.

“Good,” she said, almost under her breath, like a secret only meant for you. Then, still half-laughing from before, she added, “god, Dina’s never gonna let me live tonight down.”

You laughed too, easing into the sound, leaning against her like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

Whatever that weird shift was earlier—it had passed.

You convinced yourself of it.

Because here she was now.

Her voice in your ear.

Her hand on your skin.

And her kiss still lingering on your lips.

The door to Ellie’s apartment shut behind you with a soft click, and the moment it did, the giggling started again—quiet, breathless, like you both needed a minute to come down from the night.

You were a little tipsy, a little high, and a little giddy from the secondhand buzz of a night well-spent.

“Okay,” Ellie said, tugging her hoodie off and tossing it onto the nearest chair. “Dina’s gonna give me shit for weeks. I hope you know that.”

You bent down to untie your shoes, laughing softly. “You’re the one who kissed me in front of them.”

“I was drunk,” she smirked.

You raised a brow, tossing your shoe near hers. “Sure. Drunk in love, maybe.”

Ellie snorted and shook her head, already walking backwards towards her bedroom. “Disgusting, Get in here.”

You followed her into the dim room, warm from the radiator, comfortingly messy in a way that felt lived-in.

As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut, she flopped back onto the bed, legs spread out like she belonged to the mattress.

You collapsed beside her, shoes kicked off haphazardly, and heads falling to the same pillow.

The two of you laid there for a moment, facing each other, the late-night quiet humming low around you.

Ellie’s hand drifted across the bed, settling lightly on your waist as her thumb rubbed small, lazy circles through your shirt.

Neither of you spoke at first, but then, her voice cracked the silence.

“I’m really glad you met them.”

You blinked, her tone catching you off guard—gentler, slower, not touched by the haze of weed or party high.

Just real.

They liked you,” she added, and her fingers tightened slightly at your waist. “Like, a lot. Dina texted me after we left, told me not to fuck it up.”

You smiled, but she wasn’t laughing.

Her eyes stayed on yours, steady, full of something you couldn’t look away from.

“I loved watching you with them,” she murmured. “How you didn’t fake anything. You didn’t try to be someone else. You just were, and they saw it. Just like I do.”

You shifted slightly, turning towards her more, the air between you heavier now, full of something that clung to the edges of your ribs.

“I mean it,” she whispered. “You’re perfect.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but she cut you off, her voice suddenly thick, quieter.

“No, listen. You’re perfect. Not in the fake, fairy tale way. In the way that matters. You’re patient with me, even when I pull away. Even when I shut down. You never ask me to be someone I’m not. You never rush me.”

Her hand slid up to the back of your neck, fingers curling there, grounding herself in the touch.

“You don’t care about fancy dates. You never need some Instagram moment. You just… wanna watch movies with me on my dumb little couch and fall asleep with my cat in your lap. You show up, and you..stay.”

Ellie’s voice broke slightly on that last word, a rough whisper that cracked somewhere low in her throat.

“No one’s ever stayed without asking me to change.”

Her forehead rested against yours, her eyes glossy now. Her thumb traced your jaw like she was memorizing the edges.

“I’m so fucking grateful for you,” she breathed. “I don’t even know how to say it right.”

You didn’t speak—you couldn’t.

Not with the way your chest ached and swelled all at once.

And then she kissed you.

Not soft, or careful.

It was a full-bodied kiss—mouth open, hands pulling you in, and her body leaning into yours like it was the only thing that made sense.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she didn’t stop. She kissed you like she needed it—needed you—to make it all real.

When she pulled back, her voice was a whisper against your mouth, full of that same ache, that desperate kind of gratitude that people only say when they mean it too much.

“I’m so lucky I met you.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“I don’t know how you deal with me.”

You kissed her again, just to shut her up—just to say I know, I see you, and I feel it too

The shop was quiet, just the soft shuffle of pen on paper and the distant buzz of someone vacuuming in the unit next door.

The sun spilled lazily through the front windows, catching on the framed flash art and dust specks drifting in the air.

It was slow—midweek lull slow—and Ellie had her sketchbook spread across the counter, focused on a sleeve piece she was roughing out for a random client next week.

You were sprawled on one of the tattoo chairs, half-asleep, scrolling through your phone with your legs dangling over the edge, one arm tossed over your eyes.

“This your way of helping?” Ellie called out without looking up, pen in hand, already smirking.

“I’m providing moral support,” you said through a yawn.

“Mhm, vital to the creative process.”

You grinned and peeked at her from under your arm. “Oh—speaking of moral support, Juni called you my girlfriend again the other day.”

That got her attention.

She paused mid-line, and glanced up at you with a raised brow. “Oh yeah?”

You laughed, rolling your head towards her. “I told her to stop calling you that unless you were gonna start paying rent.”

Ellie snorted, setting her pen down and leaning back in her rolling chair. “That’s fair, I'm pretty sure I’ve eaten like half of your groceries at this point.”

You shot her a look. “Exactly.”

Ellie smirked, then pushed off the floor with one foot, gliding over to your chair in a slow roll, like a cat on wheels.

She stopped right at your side, hands resting on the arms of the chair before she leaned in.

“Well,” Ellie said, voice low and teasing, “can you blame her? You’ve been officially tainted by yours truly.”

You barely got out a laugh before she kissed you—soft, quick, but warm, her lips pressed to yours with that easy familiarity that came with time.

Her nose brushed yours for a beat afterwards, her eyes still slightly crinkled with amusement.

“Guess I’m the property of Ellie Williams now,” you murmured, smiling against her mouth.

“Damn right you are,” she grinned, bumping your forehead with hers before pulling back, grabbing her pen again.

“She sees us one time eating fries out of the same basket and now it’s girlfriend this, relationship goals that…”

You shook your head, still grinning like an idiot, and watched her glide back across the floor to her sketchbook, spinning once in her chair before refocusing on her work.

Ellie was halfway through shading a thorny rose when you stretched your arms overhead with a dramatic groan, your phone flopping onto your chest.

“I need caffeine,” you announced, like it was a life-or-death situation. “Like, immediately.”

Ellie didn’t look up. “You’ve had caffeine.”

“Not enough caffeine.”

She smirked faintly, her pen still moving. “Let me guess, you want Thirsty Bitch.”

You grinned. “You know me so well.”

That got Ellie to glance up, one brow raised. “What happened to your ‘black milk tea or die’ policy?”

You shrugged with faux nonchalance. “Yeah, well… ever since you forced that swamp water matcha down my throat, I’ve kind of been craving it?”

Ellie chuckled, low and smug, leaning back in her chair again. “Knew Iwould convert you.”

“You didn’t convert me. You wore me down,” you said, already sliding off the tattoo chair and grabbing your jacket.

“Now I want the full sweet version, no regrets.”

“You’re such a sellout.”

You were halfway to the door when you turned around and held out your hand expectantly. “Wallet.”

Ellie narrowed her eyes at you but didn’t hesitate—she dug into her back pocket and pulled out her battered, sticker-covered wallet, tossing it to you with a soft thwap against your palm.

“Take it, buy your shame drink.”

You smirked. “And what would you like, oh matcha prophet?”

“Surprise me,” she muttered, spinning back to her sketch. “If it’s not matcha, I’m suing.”

You turned to leave, but paused at the door with a crooked smile. “Y’know, I think you’re just mad that I stole your taste.”

Ellie didn’t look up, but you heard the grin in her voice. “I’m mad that you make it look better than I do.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming up anyway. “I’ll be back, loser.”

“Don’t forget the matcha, traitor.” she called after you.

(Your favorite version of her echoing in your mind—the one who loved you the loudest when she made it look like no big deal at all.)

The room smelled like skin and weed and citrus detergent, the kind Ellie only bought because you once said you liked how it made your shirts smell.

The sheets were kicked halfway off the bed, tangled around her ankles as she hovered over you, trying—very earnestly—not to lose her rhythm despite the quiet laugh that had just bubbled out of your throat.

“Okay, what?” Ellie asked, breathless, her forehead nearly bumping yours as she stilled inside you for a second.

Her brow furrowed like she was really worried, but her lips were trying not to smile. “Did I, like… elbow you? Is my hair doing the thing again?”

(The thing = Ellie’s hair sticking up in the middle of her head)

You blinked up at her, sweaty and flushed and way too in love. “No, no, I just—your face, babe.”

Ellie narrowed her eyes dramatically. “What’s wrong with my face?”

“Nothing! It’s just—” You giggled again, biting your lip. “You get this intense concentration look, like you’re trying to solve a fucking rubik’s cube or land a spaceship.”

Ellie groaned, burying her face in your neck, and muttered, “Oh my fucking god, way to destroy my fragile masculinity mid-thrust.”

You wheezed, clutching at her back. “What masculinity?”

She paused, looked up, her mouth opening like she was gonna say something clever—and then she shrugged, her expression totally deadpan.

“Fair. My masculinity’s just the strap. I rent it.”

You both cracked up, giggles rising and clashing together in the warm air, and Ellie collapsed half on top of you, face smushed into your collarbone.

Her body shook with laughter, her hips still snug against yours, the toy still buried halfway inside you, forgotten for a beat in the haze of the moment.

It was only your second time.

Second time with the lights mostly on, second time seeing each other like this—shirtless and soft and giggling into necks, not quite brave enough to hold eye contact for too long.

Ellie looked up again, her elbow planted beside your head, and her face was red, not just from exertion, but from shyness. “I seriously didn’t hurt you or anything though, right?”

You smiled, reaching up to tuck some of her messy hair behind her ear. “Ellie. No. You’re so careful it’s honestly insane. Like… if you were any gentler, you’d be a breeze.”

Her lips twitched. “A sexy, strap-wielding breeze?”

“That’s right.”

She ducked her head, grinning as she kissed your jaw, then your cheek, then paused at the corner of your mouth. “You wanna… keep going? I mean, like, obviously if you need a break or you’re tired or—god, fuck, I sound like I’m about to ask you to do taxes.”

You nudged her with your knee. “Els, I want you. Please keep going.”

Her eyes softened so much it was like her whole face melted.

“Yeah?” she murmured, pressing her hips forward just a little—just enough to remind you she was still there, still inside you.

You gasped, hips twitching, the movement making both of you shudder.

“Yeah,” you breathed, curling your arms around her neck.

Ellie bit her lip, cheeks glowing, and let out a slightly dorky little “Okay, cool,” like this was a first date and she wasn’t already halfway inside you, like you hadn’t come on her fingers the night before, whispering her name against her ear.

She started moving again—slow, careful, but a little more confident now, encouraged by the way your body responded, how you clenched around her and whimpered at the friction.

Her free hand laced through yours again, anchoring you, her thumb brushing over your knuckles like a nervous tick.

“You’re, um—fuck, you’re so warm,” Ellie said, biting her lip again, and then immediately scrunching her nose.

“Okay, that sounded weird, but I mean, like—god, you feel so fucking good around me.”

You laughed softly against her cheek, your breath hitching as she rocked deeper. “That’s not weird. That’s really hot, actually.”

“Yeah?” She looked down at you like she wasn’t sure if you were joking. “You think I’m hot?”

“You’re literally inside me, Ellie.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah.” She gave you a goofy smile, then tucked her face into your neck again, her next thrust deep and unhurried, more certain now. “Still feels surreal. Being here. You letting me do this.”

You kissed her temple, your legs wrapping around her hips like instinct. “It’s not letting. It’s you. I want you.”

Her breath hitched, hips stuttering for a moment before finding rhythm again.

The toy filled you just right, the curve brushing places that made your breath catch, the strap rubbing sweet and slow against your clit with every grind.

And even with all the sensation, even with your body tensing, slick noises rising from between you with every thrust, what got you the most was how she looked down at you between kisses—eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth parted in awe like she was still trying to believe this wasn’t a dream.

“You’re so pretty,” she whispered suddenly, like it fell out of her.

“Like, distractingly. You keep making these little sounds and I’m—I’m seriously trying not to come just from that, which is insane ‘cause I’m not even feeling it like you are.”

You let out a breathless laugh, your head tipping back into the pillow. “Ellie, please.”

Her hand slid down your side, gripping your thigh as she pushed deeper, slow and full and reverent. “Please what, baby?”

“Don’t stop.”

That flicker of bashful pride crossed her face again—she didn’t always know what to do with praise, but it made her glow anyway.

She leaned down, pressing soft, fluttering kisses to your neck, her thrusts deep and steady, the base of the strap nudging your clit just right.

Her breath was warm against your ear as she whispered, “Gonna make you come again, wanna feel you squeeze around me.”

You whimpered, your hips rocking up into hers, your fingers tightening in her hair. “Ellie, fuck—yeah—like that, don’t stop—please, don’t stop—”

“Got you, babe. Got you,” she murmured, her pace never faltering, eyes never leaving your face even as yours fluttered shut, lips parting on soft, broken moans—”nnnngh, fuck, Ellie, right there”—

When you came, your whole body arched beneath her, back bowed, mouth open in a breathless cry that cracked halfway through, like it was too much to hold.

Ellie held you through it, pressing kisses to your cheeks, her hips still moving gently as you trembled around her, legs locking tight around her waist.

And when you finally stilled, breath slowing, lashes damp with tears you hadn’t realized had fallen, she pulled out carefully, watching your face the entire time.

The toy made a quiet, slick sound as it slid free, and Ellie winced, blushing. “god, that noise always makes me feel like I should apologize.”

You giggled, pulling her down into your arms. “Don’t you dare.”

She melted into you, all limbs and warm skin and that stupid racing heartbeat you could feel pressed against your chest.

Her hand found yours again, and she laced your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And for a while, neither of you spoke. Just the sound of your breathing, the creak of the bed as Ellie shifted to rest her chin on your chest.

Then, in a small, sheepish voice, she mumbled, “Next time, I wanna try with the purple one.”

You blinked down at her. “The one that looks like a spaceship?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, grinning. “If I’m gonna concentrate that hard, I might as well commit to the bit.”

(Why couldn't she just commit to the girlfriend bit.)

Dina and Jesse’s apartment was humming with the low, comfortable noise of a familiar get-together.

Nothing wild—just music playing from Jesse’s half-dead speaker, the smell of frozen pizza reheating in the oven, and too many people trying to fit onto too few couches.

A little crowded, a little loud, but warm.

Familiar, you thought.

You were posted up beside Ellie, legs touching where you sat on the edge of the living room rug, sipping from a half-warm beer.

She had her arm looped behind your back, fingers lazily tapping a rhythm against the floor as she talked to Dina about a new apprentice Joel was thinking of bringing into the shop.

It was easy, it had been easy with Ellie lately.

Jesse came back into the living room from the kitchen with someone in tow—someone unfamiliar.

“Hey,” he called out to the group. “This is Cat, she’s in my visual storytelling seminar. She’s chill.”

Cat smiled, tucking a piece of black hair behind her ear as she gave you guys a casual wave. “Hey, cool place.”

She was pretty in that kind of effortless, I-don’t-care way. Sharp eyeliner, denim jacket, a quiet sort of confidence that didn’t try too hard.

You gave her a polite smile.

Jesse gestured towards you and Ellie. “Cat, this is Ellie—and that’s her partner in crime, caffeine, and sarcasm.”

You laughed softly and waved. “Hi.”

Cat glanced at you, and nodded once.

Then her eyes shifted to Ellie.

Something changed—subtle, small.

Just the way her gaze lingered a second too long.

How the smile she gave Ellie was fuller, more intentional.

Like something rehearsed without seeming to be.

Ellie returned it with a lazy lift of her hand, a soft “Hey,” under her breath.

Not overly interested, and not particularly invested.

Just… casual.

But something in the air shifted, barely noticeable.

A flicker.

You felt it before you could name it.

A drop in something you couldn’t see.

Cat’s eyes didn’t come back to you.

Just kept trailing after Ellie for a second longer before she turned and followed Jesse into the kitchen.

You didn’t say anything.

Neither did Ellie.

She took another sip of her drink, her arm still behind you, and made some offhand comment to Dina about the playlist being “offensively 2014.”

But Jesse glanced at you for half a second—just long enough to notice that small flicker in your expression, the pause.

The way your shoulders drew in just slightly.

It was nothing.

It felt like nothing.

Just a new face at a party.

(You would remember that exact smile. That exact shift in the air and regret not paying more attention to it.)

The diner was loud in a comfortable way—metal utensils clinking against plates, the occasional shout from the kitchen, and a classic rock song playing too quietly from a dusty speaker.

It wasn’t fancy, but it had booths big enough to cram six people in, and fries greasy enough to be worth sharing.

The group had taken over one of the bigger booths in the back. Ellie sat at the inner end, arm draped around your waist as you nestled next to her in the middle.

Juni was on your other side, sipping from her milkshake and occasionally jumping into a lively conversation with Dina across from her.

They were getting along, it made you smile.

Jesse was next to Dina, talking comics with Ellie, and Cat had slid into the spot beside him—casual, but a little too close.

Ellie was on one of her tangents again, something about paper textures and how digital art “killed the magic.”

You’d heard it before, but she was passionate about it, and Jesse kept pushing just enough to keep Ellie going.

“You’re telling me the scratchy lines are better?” Jesse asked, smirking.

“They live more,” Ellie shot back, gesturing with a fry. “Digital’s too clean, too safe.”

You smiled, leaning into her slightly as she got more animated.

Cat, seated across the table, tilted her head just a little. “That’s kind of hot. Like… being messy on purpose.”

Ellie let out a short laugh, not reading too much into it. “That’s the nicest way anyone’s ever insulted my entire process.”

But Juni noticed something.

She glanced up from her milkshake, eyes narrowing slightly—not dramatic, just… alert.

Watching the way Cat’s gaze lingered too long.

The way her smile was just a little too soft, too timed for Ellie’s jokes.

Juni didn’t say anything. Didn’t shift, and definitely didn't nudge you.

She just watched, quietly.

You were still smiling, caught in the warm bubble of Ellie beside you, her thumb brushing small circles on your right wrist through your hoodie, unaware of the way Cat hadn’t looked at you once since sitting down.

You were curled up on one end of the couch, blanket over your legs, half-watching, half-scrolling through your phone.

Juni was stretched out on the other side, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, her attention half on the TV screen and half on you.

You thought the night had gone well.

Juni had laughed with Dina, bonded with Jesse over hot sauce rankings, and didn’t completely shut down when Cat tried to talk about short films she’d “helped shoot.”

For once, everyone was in the same room, and it hadn’t felt awkward.

Not on the surface, anyway.

But Juni’s silence now was… different.

You glanced over. “Okay, what?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Her eyes stayed on the screen.

“Cat’s not as chill as she pretends to be.”

You blinked. “What?”

“She’s trying to get with Ellie,” Juni said flatly, like it wasn’t even up for debate. “Right in front of you, and everyone else.”

You let out a soft, disbelieving scoff. “Seriously?”

Juni looked at you now. “Yeah.”

You shifted, sitting up a little straighter. “She’s just trying to fit in. I mean, she barely knows any of us. She probably just… connects with Ellie through the art stuff.”

Juni didn’t flinch. “No, she lingers on Ellie. She talks to Ellie like she’s the only person in the room, and Ellie doesn’t shut it down.”

“She’s just being nice,” you argued, more defensively now.

“That’s how she is.”

Juni’s gaze didn’t budge. “It doesn’t bother you?”

You shrugged, a little too fast. “I trust Ellie.”

Juni exhaled slowly, like she didn’t want to push but couldn’t let it go either. “It’s just… weird. You two’ve been together for what—two months now? And you’re still not official?”

You froze for a second, then forced a small smile. “She’s figuring stuff out. Ellie said she would ask when she’s ready.”

Juni’s voice softened. “And how long are you gonna wait for that?”

You looked away, eyes fixed on the flickering screen. Someone on the show was sobbing into a confessional cam, mascara smudged.

You swallowed the knot rising in your throat.

“She’s worth the wait,” you said, quieter now.

Juni didn’t argue with that.

She didn’t need to.

She just went quiet again, the unspoken worry hanging between you like another presence in the room.

And the TV kept playing.

And you kept pretending it wasn’t bothering you.

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cookiescribble · 9 months ago

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Flufftober Day 4: Market Day

AN: it should be no surprise that I will be writing a decent amount for spencer this flufftober 🫶🏻 writing spencer fluff is my favorite thing, so here's something short and sweet :) -mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Summary: Spencer insisted on giving you some help getting your groceries after spending the night at your apartment.

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“You didn’t have to come with me, I just need to get a few things.”

Spencer was strolling along the aisle next to you, pushing the shopping cart after he insisted he be the one to take it.

“I just feel kind of weird being in your apartment without you,” he shrugged as if it was something nonchalant, but he was looking at you with those big eyes of his that say I would’ve missed you.

You had only been dating for a few months now, and Spencer sleeping over was still something that was pretty new. You both were still getting used to it, but it was something that made you both really happy. Especially being able to wake up next to each other, and now run morning errands together.

Waking up next to Spencer, now something you did multiple days a week, was one of your favorite things in the world. Seeing his sleepy face in the morning, with his hair all messy from sleeping, and the way he clung to you when he woke up… it filled your heart with a warmth you’d never felt before.

You smiled as you remembered waking up with him, and you leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. His face turned a shade of light pink, and he gave you a bashful smile.

“Okay!” You clapped your hands together. “What’s next on the list?”

Spencer pulled the list you had both compiled out of his pocket. “Hmm… I think it says cookies.”

You looked at him, laughing warmly. “It definitely does not say cookies.”

“Yeah it does,” he laughed with you. “Right under bread. You don’t have to check it, I’ve got it.” He was already taking a box of chocolate chip cookies off the shelf and putting it in the cart, shoving the list back in his pocket, a playful smile on his face.

You just laughed, letting him get the cookies without argument. You knew he had a big sweet tooth.

“Well, something I know for sure that is on the list is chocolate chips and maple syrup, because I wanted to make us pancakes for breakfast,” you said as you continued walking through the store.

Almost as if on cue, Spencer’s stomach let out a quiet rumbling noise. “Yeah, I like the idea of pancakes right now. Especially if you’re making them.”

“Yeah,” you replied with a smile. “Let’s hurry up and finish shopping so we can go eat.”

#flufftober2024 #flufftober #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #fanficion #mod angel

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wangxianficfinder · 2 months ago

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In the mood for...

May 17th

LINK LIMIT REACHED! UNAVAILABLE LINKS IN REPLIES~ THANK YOU FOR ALL THE RECS 😊 - Mod C

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1. for the next itmf pls i need the best wei wuxian and jiang cheng dealing with their emotions during/post canon fanfics

bonus points for jin ling or lan shizui/lan wangji talking with jiang cheng or lan qiren/lan xichen talking with wei wuxian but its not necessary @chusenri

❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, 🔒[PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)

some good mistakes by Lise (T, 18k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Road trips, rescue Missions, Hurt/Comfort, Awkward Conversations, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, [Podfic] some good mistakes by kisahawklin)

🔒the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns by RoseThorne (T, 5k, WangXian, POV Third Person, POV JC, Grief/Mourning, Anger, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Snark, Regret, Past Character Death, Good Sibling JC)

Wei Wuxian’s Kidnapping Back and Forth Farce (Starring Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji) by misscam (M, 5k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Humor, CQL!verse, some novel inspiration, Switching, [PODFIC] Wei Wuxian’s Kidnapping Back and Forth Farce (Starring Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji) by misscam by mulberry_graceful)

With Absolute Splendor by Lise (T, 43k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Wedding planning, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Complicated Relationships, Angst with a happy ending, [Podfic] With Absolute Splendor by kisahawklin, [PODFIC] With Absolute Splendor by Gwogobo)

the Yunmeng Bros reconciliation compilation would be good for this one

Bringing Up JC by Mikkeneko (T, 31k, JC & WWX, Kid Fic, Age Regression/De-Aging, Fluff and Angst, Reparenting, reliving trauma, unpacking JC's childhood issues, Take Care reveal, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, JC & WWX, Reconciliation, WWX is Good With Children, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Golden Core Reveal, Again)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo) (podfic available)—this one is a time travel fix-it so I'm not sure if that's what OP is looking for

found your writing on my wall by howodd5ever (T, 25k, WangXian, Accidental Baby Acquisition, De-aged WWX, Post-Canon, Getting Together, jl makes an appearance, lsz best boy, Referenced Child Neglect, discussion of parental loss, child food insecurity, Case Fic, Kind Of, Nightmares)

Drowning in the Sun by Zelos (T, 8k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Transfer, Brotherly Love, Sunshot Campaign, Family Dynamics, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, [Podfic] Drowning in the Sun by flamingwell) this is a canon divergence fic

ransom by alessandriana (G, 3k, JC & WWX, hurt/comfort, dizziness, fainting, [PODFIC] ransom by Gwogobo)

🔒love lies beyond words by acrosticacrumpet (G, 4k, JC & WWX, post-canon, whump, angst, hurt/comfort, reconciliation, self-worth issues, [PODFIC] love lies beyond words by Gwogobo)

The Twin Blades of Yunmeng by GhostySword & ofmindelans (T, 89k, JC & WWX, wangxian, JC/NHS, canon divergence, JC & WWX, reconciliation, BAMF JC, protective LWJ, golden core reveal, angst w/ happy ending, slow burn, sect leader QS, [PODFIC] The Twin Blades of Yunmeng by Gwogobo) canon divergence

an aging wound by Lise (G, 7k, JC & WWX, POV WWX, Post-Canon, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Awkward Conversations, communication is very hard, Light Angst, but mostly just the awkward conversations, Dysfunctional Family, Post-The Untamed (TV), Twin Prides of Yunmeng Dynamics, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Feels, An Aging Wound [Podfic] by Stasia Reader (Stasia))

JC and WWX's Get Along Sweater series by newamsterdam (T, 29k, JC & WWX, bg wangxian, post-canon, trapped in a closet, cultivation as a plot device, JC & WWX reconciliation, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, emotional tension, ghosts, action/adventure, brotherly love, complicated relationships)

By the Light of Night by thejadegoblin (M, 20k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, JC & WWX, Yunmeng bros reconcile, Fix-it fic, mystery thriller, Kinda, protective!shizhui, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Post-Canon, based mostly on the novel, fluff and deep talks)

black shroud by spiritlure (T, 8k, JC & WWX, WangXian)

江山如有待 | It Seems the Hills and Rivers Have Been Waiting by ScarlettStorm (E, 295k, OFC/JC, Slow Burn, Post-Canon, (mostly), Transfem Character, WQ Lives, Fighting as Flirting, Fighting as Foreplay, qs also lives, demisexual JC, sex disaster jc, Femdom, switch rights, Eventual Smut) It's not "about" that, but it's not NOT about that, and the way it handles it is a goddamn delight. Also it's one of Scarlett's best works, which is saying something because I don't think she's ever written a bad fic and is one of my go-tos for rereading. This is one of the few fics I've ever read out loud, to my husband, who has not even watched the entire show, because it's just so up his alley.

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2. Itmf

A) Are there any rich wei wuxian fics like he's rich due to his inventions and the jiangs are shocked to find that out!!

B) Or maybe fics where even when madam Yu threw wei Ying out instead of failing at life like she thought he would he actually flourishes and finds respect and love elsewhere. @kan-chan-aqua

2A)

Catharsis by Starfell123 (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, That magic is cultivation, mentions of abuse, Mentions of Disownment, Swearing, Friendship, Attempted Arranged Marriage, WWX has gone through therapy, Catharsiss, upportive friends, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Genius WWX, Rich WWX, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, BAMF WWX)

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)

Debts of a Child Part 2 by Hauntcats (M, 111k, WangXian, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters., hurt no comfort for Jiang siblings.)

Black Sun by thelastdboy (E, 86k, WIP, WangXian, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Fall of Lotus Pier, Modern with Magic, No Sunshot Campaign, Hurt WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Not Cultivation World Friendly, WZL Redemption, Wen Remnants Live, WWX Lives, Amputation, Hurt LWJ, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cultivation Sect Politics, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Disability, Classism) Black Sun works for both 2A and 2B

2B)

SanRen by Kyogre (T, 87k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Romantic Fluff, Action & Romance, Eventual Happy Ending)

🔒🧡 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 178k, WangXian, WN & WWX & WQ, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Modern Cultivation, YZY Abuses WWX, But this time it’s caught on video, Canon Divergence, Cultivators wear body cameras for training, Partial core removal but WQ makes sure there’s a foundation left, WWX is expelled from the Jiang Sect, And ends up making money live streaming his nighthunts, meet ugly, Dual Cultivation, WWX goes viral, Pretty much all the bad stuff happens in the first 2 chapters, LWJ Has a Big Dick, And fucks a new core into WWX with it, While the Jiang Sect Crumbles, No war, Qi fucking, Found Family)

🔒 crying like a fire in the sun by Reverie (cl410) (T, 10k, wangxian, SL/XXC, JC & WWX, BSSR/LY, Runaway WWX, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives AU, rogue cultivator WWX, Angst, Post Cloud Recesses, Not YZY Friendly, Happy Ending, BSSR is WWX’s grandmother instead of grandmaster)

🔒 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)

🔒the world wags on by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 5k, WCZ & WWX, WCZ/LQR, Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Past Child Abuse, Canon Jiang Family Relationships, Parent-Child Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Not for Madam Yu fans)

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3. Hi, first thanks for all y'all do.

ITMF: Anything where Wei Wuxian dies after he falls in the BM, but he doesn't know it and comes back wrong? I recently read Moribund by GhoulSanderson and loved it. I'd love more in that vibe @dripping-moonlight

Where No Flesh Decks The Bone by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 20k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & LWJ, Canon Divergence, Inspired by Movie: Venom (2018), Resentful energy does what I want it to, Symbiote LWJ, Non-binary LWJ, Monster LWJ, Explicit descriptions of corpses, Explicit descriptions of eating non-food animals, Consentacles, Monsterfucking, Symbiotes to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Body Horror, IIlustrated, Cannibalism, Revenge, [Podfic] Where No Flesh Decks The Bone by shash_reads (sunkitten_shash))

You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 17k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eldritch WWX, Horny LWJ, Body Horror, Possession, of a sort, Cannibalism, kind of, Mild Gore, Teeth, Fluff and Humor, Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Monster sex, Switching, Light BDSM, Rimming, Self-Lubrication, Seriousness treated Crackily, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dead WWX, 🔒[Podfic] You are what you eat by irrationalpie, [podfic] You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark by xk_s_reads (xiaokuer_schmetterling), XxMiserySmilesxX)

🔒💙 A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX’s questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding)

🔒 between the shadow and the soul by Reverie (cl410) (M, 22k, WangXian, JYL/WQ, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Dark WWX, Feral WWX, Memory Loss, Magic, Magical Realism, Protective LWJ, Protective JC, Protective JYL, Grief, BAMF WWX, POV Alternating)

Grief Kindly Stopped by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 5k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Identity Porn, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV LWJ, AU after WWX gets dropped in the Burial Mounds, Light Horror, Fix-It)

Looked so alive, turns out i'm not real by KatAnni (M, 36k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending,Sunshot Campaign, Canon-Typical Violence, Heavy Angst, Canon Temporary Character Death, Necromancy, Demonic Cultivation, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Sentient Burial Mounds, WWX's Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

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4. Hii I'm looking for some new reads you can share the ones you like or recommend but the only things I don't read are ones with WangXian with others past or present and gotta have happy endings and top Lan Zhan and Bottom Wei Ying no switch WangXian or bottom Lan Zhan

我們的明天; the story of you and me by xuanxuanwo (ostentatiouslyrealistic) (E, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bookstore, College/University Writer LWJ, Poet WWX, Exes to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Crossing Timelines, Mutual Pining, Pining WWX, Friendship, Family, Romance, Poetry, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX)

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5. itmf shapeshifter!wwx? along the lines of The Beast of Gusu by Netrixie and The Peanut Butter Jar AU by ScarlettStorm thank you!! @whatifijustnifeyou

chasing you by jaws_3 (T, 10k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX isn’t found au, shapeshifting, pining, identity porn)

Playing Possum by DizziDreams (T, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack, animal shifter wwx)

stray cat strut by ScarlettStorm (E, 54k, WangXian, No War AU, the world’s least mysterious casefic, Cat WWX, followed by catboy WWX, Comedy, Shenanigans, comedy shenanigans, Slow Burn, a disgusting amount of magically necessary forehead smooches, switch rights)

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6. Hii! Thank you again for all your hard work! A) Do you have recommendations that are very *spicy*? Anything new to recommend since 2023? Anything that comes to mind like fwb, while pining, pwp or a long fic of them getting together romantically etc. Modern au is preferred but open to canon or canon divergent! B) Not kink focused though another request is something with aftercare though not required for the first request ! just wangxian being wangxian (there is no preference on top / bottom / switch etc). Anything with them being switches and/or any gender is okay too. Thank you!!

6A)

🔒 out with the wolves by Deastar (E, 16k, WangXian, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Sunshot Campaign, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Gore, Yiling Laozu hot)

Love Don’t Belong To Me by airinshaw (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Kissing, Intercrural Sex, Light Angst, Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attack, WWX’s canonical self-esteem issues, Canonical Child Abuse, not as dark as the tags imply, Past Relationships mention)

🔒I'm Much Older Than I Thought I'd Be by MajorEnglishEsquire (E, 119k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Americanisms Diplomacy, College/University, Magical Realism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Night Hunts, Canon-Typical Violence, Monsters, Blood and Injury, Alcohol, Masturbation, Sex, Biting, Shower Sex, LWJ's Canonically Giant Dong, JC's Canonically High Blood Pressure, Family Drama, Drunkenness)

private room by ScarlettStorm (E, 34k, WangXian, Modern AUno magic, set in seattle-ish, stripper lwj, tech bro wwx, Meet-Cute, or meet-weird, Sex Work, Comedy, Shenanigans, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, switch rights)

Once Patience Bears Fruit by FinallyGotTheInvitation (E, 202k, WIP, 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)

The Seed of Change by Blueflower740 (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Vampire WWX, Angel LWJ, Rape/Non-con Elements, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, Breeding, Overstimulation, Getting Together, Unrequited Love, Romance, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Possessive LWJ, Pining LWJ, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Mentions of past abuse, Rimming, Deepthroating, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings)

A Wedding to Die For by Caixx (E, 10k, WangXian, YaoSu, Georgian Era, Detectives, Georgian Period, Master & Servant, Domestic Fluff, POV LWJ, Fluff and Humor, Thirsty LWJ, Period-Typical Homophobia, Pining LWJ, Flirty WWX, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Porn Masquerading as a Murder Mystery, Porn With Plot)

two is better than one by sweetlolixo (E, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Older LWJ, Teenage LWJ, Dark LWJ, Teenage WWX, Dimension Travel, Threesome - M/M/M, Size Difference, Younger WWX, Teacher LWJ, WWX's Self-Lubricating Hole, Spitroasting, Double Penetration)

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7. I'm looking for some royalty AU fics but not Prince or Emperor Wangxian. Dukes Marquis noble families type. Any sub type is ok Arranged marriage, mystery , case fic etc.

❤️ nightingale Series by Moominmammashandbag (M, 62k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, LQY/JC, Pseudo-History, No power AU, Empires, Discussion Of Murder, aftermath of war, prisoner exchange, Grief/Mourning, LWJ POV, Angst, Emperor JZX, Imperial Advisor LWJ, widower LWJ, JYL is the Empress the world deserves, Happy Ending, POW WWX, Reunions, Fluff, Smut, Dysfunctional Family, Poetry, BAMF LWJ, emotional support goat, poetry as a weapon, Injury Recovery, Rehabilitation, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Body Image, Self-Esteem Issues, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Childbirth)

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8. for itmf fanifcs about wei wuxian and jin ling?

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

a symbol to remind you that there's more to see by paperminds (T, 9k, JC & JL & WWX, canon-compliant(ish), post-canon(ish), Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Mild/Moderate Angst, angst with happy ending, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Twin Idiots, Reconciliation)

all i take with me by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 2k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, Canon JC Characteristics, Families of Choice, Night Hunts, Unhealthy Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Healing, no reconciliation, Non-Linear Narrative)

Exposure Therapy by Lise (T, 6k, JL & WWX, Family Feels, Angst and Humor, Dogs, this is not how you cure a phobia, POV JL, Minor WangXian, Family Issues, Uncle-Nephew Relationship, JC & WWX Reconciliation, (Ish), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Compliant, Post-Canon, the dog is a metaphor)

🔒hills and rivers are waiting by LtLJ (T, 15k, WangXian, JL & WWX, Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, Case Fic, BAMF WWX)

of past and present by Here_For_This (This_Rocks_My_Socks) (T, 6k, WangXian, Underage Drinking, barely though, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, listen, JC is a bad uncle, Discussions of moving on, Implied/Referenced Torture, brief mentions of WWX’s cynophob, not for jc fans, Implied/Referenced Character Death, self-care, Hopeful Ending)

The Scapegoat by chiyukimei (T, 3k, WangXian, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, WWX and JL Bonding, not Jiang friendly, Not JC Friendly, mentions of abuse)

Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (E, 107k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Canon Divergence, Ghost WWX, Hurt/comfort, Family bonding, Fluff, Angst)

🧡 climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist (T, 15k, JC & WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Mutually Unrequited Forgiveness, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Family History, Generational Trauma, Discussion of Canonical Abuse, Awkward Attempts at Communication)

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9. ITMF a fic where one of them has a plan to seduce the other,, can be wwx or lwj!

Mutually Assured Seduction by misscam (M, 4k, WangXian, Fluff, Humor, Sexual Humor, Sexual Content, CQL!verse, some inspiration from the novel, Post-Canon)

body and soul by Too_Salty (E, 41k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Marriage Proposal, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Cultivation Sect Politics, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Adoption, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Mask by BurningTea (M, 30k, WangXian, Non con tag refers to activity between WWX and LWJ which WWX believes to be consensual, Bottom LWJ, War Prize LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Canon Divergence, Canon Setting, dubcon)

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, WangXian)

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)

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10. Hii!! I actually have two story requests I'd like to read:

A - Well, I know this is a wangxian page, but does anyone know of any good stories with Nie Huaisang/Wei Ying? It may be platonic or romantic, I'm open to suggestions

B - A while back, I read a story where Wei Ying had sleepwalking episodes. He kept waking up and falling out of bed, until Lan Wangji realized that the Burial Mounds were kind of possessing him, now I'm having a hard time to find it😓 I accept help to but, besides stories who look like this ^^

10A)

Always walked a very thin line by tucuxi (T, 22k, NHS & WWX, JYL & WWX, WangXian, Depression, Anxiety Attacks, Anxiety, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives, except JZn and JGS, Self-Worth Issues, Slow Burn, Oblivious WWX, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Yin Iron, Baxia Saber, baxia as mental health barometer yikes, Pining, everyone is morally grey, life is not fair and that’s kind of the whole point of mxtx books)

playing the fool by via_the_cryptid (T, 18k, NHS & NMJ, WangXian, BAMF NHS, NHS Knows Everything, NHS Saves The Day, NHS Loves NMJ, Time Travel Fix-It, for nhs at least, NHS-centric, Scheming NHS, Protective NMJ, NMJ Lives, WWX Lives, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective NHS, JYL and JZX Live, JYL Knows Everything, Canon Divergence, NHS & WWX Friendship, POV NHS)

behind your smoke and mirrors by via_the_cryptid (M, 25k, WIP, NHS & NMJ, Pre-SangNing, Hostage Situations, Canon Divergence, BAMF NHS, NHS Knows Everything, NHS & WWX Friendship, NHS Loves NMJ, NMJ Lives, Disfigurement, Dismemberment, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Whump, Imprisonment, Sunshot Campaign, Introspection, POV NHS, NHS-centric, NHS Needs a Hug, Scheming NHS, Dark JGY, Minor Character Death, mind the tags please, NHS Wields Battle Fans, Hurt No Comfort (for now), Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts, Not Everyone Dies, No Golden Core Transfer, Protective WN)

Grandmaster of Avoiding (Sabre) Cultivation by Catrizia, SoraShiona (T, 60k, WIP, NHS-centric, POV NHS, BAMF NHS, NHS & WWX Friendship, JC & NHS Friendship, Fix-It, fans as weapons, fan cultivation, Asexual NHS, Minor Original Character(s), background wangxian, mianmian is a girlboss, BAMF LQY, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Wen Remnants Live, Slow Pace)

🔒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) (link in #2)

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)

10B)

Mud on Your Feet by AvoOwO (Not Rated, 59k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Nightmares, Sentient Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds, Possession, Panic Attacks, Night Terrors, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Good Sibling JC, Hurt WWX, Soft WangXian, Feels, Blood and Injury, Hallucinations, Delusions, JC Loves WWX, Insomnia, Good Sibling WWX, Sleepwalking, Sleeptalking, LWJ just wants to sleep with his husband, Protective JC, WWX Sees Dead People, LJY pulls through, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses, PTSD, Post-Canon, YLLZ WWX, resentful energy, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, WWX’s Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, WWX is tired, LWJ literally just wants to sleep with WWX again is that too much to ask for??, Soft JC, Yunmeng Siblings Feels)

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11. Hey, thank you for your work. 🥰 Do you know Wangxian fics which are not super ooc and are critical about Yanli? @dream-about-dancing

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 163k, WangXian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Genius WWX, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Angry WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell WangXian, Idiots in Love, Requited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, Soulmates, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Immortal WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, not gusu lan friendly, Immortal LWJ) There's some JYL criticism, but it's mostly the other Jiangs + she gets to grow

🔒 Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 21k, WangXian, JYL/OC, Arranged Marriage, A/B/O Dynamics, PWP, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Intersex Omegas, Not JC Friendly, Matchmaking, canon Jiang family dynamics, Family time, Night Hunts, Mention of male omega pregnancy, Intrigue at Jinlintai, Mentions of Prostitution, War, Conflict between characters) There's some here too. In their other works there's some too.

🔒💖 in payment, a hand series by justdoityoufucker (M, 10k, WangXian, not jiang friendly, amputation, injury recovery, self reflection, abusive YZY, families of choice) There's criticism in the first two parts of the series, one of them is her own reflections on her decisions

AITA for not contacting my family for 10 years after running away from home? by weiyus (T, 2k, WangXian, aita wwx edition, References to Past Child Abuse, references to verbal abuse, wwx sharing his life story in a long post, Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Canon Jiang family characteristics)

🔒💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WWX Get a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)

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12. ITMF request please! 🙏 I love the LWJ taking care of WWX fics, but can I have some with WWX just absolutely pampering and being soft with LWJ, who just melts into being cared for right back? I don’t mind modern AU and any dynamic is fine.

i don't wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by annemari (T, 20k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Sickfic, Getting Together)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

Rumor Doesn’t Have It (But Wei Wuxian Is Determined to Change That) by misscam (M, 4k, WangXian, Humor, Post-Canon)

Tides by Anonymous (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Caretaking)

Blooming Days by Atsushiis (G, 7k, WangXian, LWJ & LXC, LWJ & MM, Modern, College/University, Meet-Cute, First Dates, First Kiss, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, LWJ Has Feelings, Let LWJ talk about his feelings agenda, Romance, Falling In Love, Wangxian are softer than a baby bunny, gratuitous handholding, Give LWJ hugs agenda, LWJ Protection Squad)

i know who i want to take me home by ScarlettStorm (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern, bartender WWX, Drunk LWJ, Caretaking, Meet-Cute, meeting your soulmate because someone got him drunk AF and left him at your bar, late-night diner food, Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Minor Angst, major shenanigans)

My Zhiji's On Broadway by ScarlettStorm (E, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, Drunken Shenanigans, Drunk LWJ, seattle jokes, Getting Together, First Time, white girl wasted lwj, responsible wwx, Minor Angst, major comedy the spirit took me, still cultivators, Vague Worldbuilding, Biting, Hand Jobs, weirdly sexual cheeseburgers, not in that order)

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you’ve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation) More Scarlett fics: For a good time call and the sequel include some switching, especially in the sequel, where LWJ goes subby as fuck and the after care is great. Also the asshole dog fic... um.... Right, I wish I could give more answers to this, most of the unanswered prompts like, I've read fics like that for sure 100% in the past couple months but I read like 1000 fics a year and finding the dang things after... idk just go through my bookmarks. @/jenrose

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13. In the mood for a fic where..

Any fic where Wei Wuxian is wielding zidian, which was given to him by Madam Yu or Jiang Cheng??? thanks!! @instantkittyfury

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, WangXian, Mix of CQL and MDZS, Identity Porn, WWX has an atypical relationship with gender)

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14. I'm in the mood for a fic where:

A) Lan Sizhui is a "mama's boy' – mama being Wei Wuxian – and very protective of him.

B) Everyone (that matters at least) adores Wei Wuxian and they're not afraid to show it to him.

C) Lan Wangji is a very servicy service top and worships and adores Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian is being shy about it. (Specifically rated Explicit or Mature)

I'm a bit of a picky reader, so; no modern setting, if there's any romance or sexual activities it has to be WangXian, no graphic MCD, not too angsty, no slowburn of any kind.

Thanks in advance to anyone who can give suggestions ♡♡♡ @pancakeshitdifferentat4am

14A)

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)

as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel (T, 27k, wangxian, canonical character death, found family, food issues, trauma, LSZ pov, angst w/ happy ending, fluff)

let the yoke fall from our shoulders by occultings (microcomets) (G, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Character Study, Mentions of Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, let capricorns cathart agenda, Happy Ending, Family Feels, Established Relationship, [Podfic] Cold read of let the yoke fall from our shoulders by kisahawklin)

14B)

bespoke by cafecliche (G, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff, mostly novel-compliant but could easily be CQL-compliant too )

break by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LXC Critical, JC Critical, Canonical Character Death, Guānyīn Temple Scene, BAMF WN, Protective WN)

one of our own by glitteringmoonlight (G, 7k, WangXian, Post-Canon, wangxian is mentioned but not the focus, this is just the lans being a wwx defense squad, people being nice to wwx, people being mean about wwx but immediately getting shut down, POV Outsider, 5+1 Things)

spice by antebunny (G, 5k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fluff, small tournament arc, jfm and lqr dissing each other for 2k, yunmeng siblings, people treating wwx with the respect he deserves, Scheming, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Dad JFM, fluffy fluff)

the stone-filled sea by yukla (T, 9k, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, Post-Canon, senior wei defense squad, a study of the way prejudice and injustice and anger trickle down from generation to generation, [Podfic] the stone-filled sea by yukla by Beria1021, the stone-filled sea [Podfic] by BrickGrass)

See Me, Feel Me (Listening to You) by Ghost_Honey (T, 29k, WangXian, POV WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, WWX’s Abyssmal Self-Esteem, Emotional Healing, Angst, The Juniors love their Senior Wei, Curses, WWX is an Unreliable Narrator, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling)

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

without your new eyes by anaphoricae (E, 66k, WangXian, Modern, Didn’t Know They Were Dating, Sexuality Discovery, Self-Discovery, Literal Sleeping Together, (there is so much sleeping in this fic), mentions of WWX/others and LWJ/others, Drunk LWJ, Teacher LWJ, WWX is a… throws dart… computer scientist, No Angst, Jealous WWX, Flirty WWX, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, WWX’s Love Language is Physical Touch, [Podfic] without your new eyes by anaphoricae by LadyEn)

🧡 tear out the thread one by one from your skin (’til your bones feel embarrassed by all the attention) by lightningalwaysreturns (E, 40k, WangXian, Modern AU, Holidays, Getting Together, Professors, Pining, Spring, Fluff and Smut, Family, single dad lwj, so many novel refs, Explicit Sexual Content, service top lwj/power bottom wwx vibes)

🔒A Worthy Celebration by through_shadows_falling (G, 2k, WangXian, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Modern AU, Schmoop, Anniversary, Music Teacher LWJ, Deaf Character, American Sign Language, Inspired by Music, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Family Fluff, Song Lyrics, Deaf LWJ)

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15. Hello awesome team 🥰

I found so many great fics through your blog. Thank you so much. 💐

At the moment I search for short or long fics in which Lan Zhan isn't hot for teacher but hot for the Yiling Patriarch aesthetic. Like he sees Wei Ying and can only think 'damn he got hot' and then can't stop to imagine things. 👀👀

It can be only a minor part of the fic but I need people who share my love for the design of the Yiling Patriarch. 😌 @dream-about-dancing

Watch me ignite it by tawaen (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives, Except WRH but he doesn’t count, POV LWJ, Cultivation World Critical, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, Sect Leader WWX, BAMF WWX, LWJ is horny for YLLZ WWX and mad about it)

My chain hits my chest/When I’m bangin’ on the radio by x_los (T, 2k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, competence kink, YLLZ WWX)

inevitable everything by isabilightwood (E, 193k, WangXian, WQ/MM, JYL/JZX, BSSR/LY, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, but WWX is BSSR's disciple/adoptive grandson too, the cultivation sects think this is a, War Prize AU, it's actually self-arranged marriage, Arranged Marriage, yin iron shenanigans, LWJ Has Friends, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, LWJ Has a YLLZ Kink, Switch WangXian, BDSM, Submissive LWJ, Dominant WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, magical illness of a side character (who will get better), Rope Bondage, Impact Play, Rimming, Bottom LWJ, Temperature Play, Face-Fucking, Breathplay, (talisman-based breathplay to be specific), Cock Warming, Public Scene, no one gets naked in public this is the sense of WWX invents the, Remote Controlled Vibrator, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Blindfolds, one qingmian smut scene with oral and fingering, Minor Character Death, All Sex Scenes Are Skippable!)

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)

Don’t We All Fall? by Adey (T, 42k, WangXian, Fix-It, Good Uncle LQR, YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Resentment, Pining, Medical Procedures, Blood and Injury, BAMF WWX, Twin Jades of Lan Dynamics, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Dynamics, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Canon-Typical Behavior, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, Minor JYL/JZX, Golden Core Reveal, Love Confessions, Marriage Proposal)

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16. Omg I Really Want To Read Reverse Roles Lz And WWX (ex: cold WWX and troublemaker LZ, Top WWX and Bot LZ) Idk 😭 @lanwuxian0725

💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX survives, sect leader WWX, yiling wei sect au, slow burn, angst w/ happy ending, getting together, pining, love confessions, reunions, mind all the tags) Wei Ying is cold to a Lan Zhan who pursues him romantically in Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here

Until The World Embraces Me Home by azri (T, 5k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ LWJ, LWJ Has No Golden CoreRole Reversal, Not LXC Friendly, Not JC Friendly, Not cultivation world friendly overall tbh, Sunshot Campaign, Friends to Lovers, Temporary Character Death, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Wen Remnants best family) features Lan Zhan losing his golden core and turning to demonic cultivation.

🔒 Like Petals in a Storm by bladedweaponsandswishycoats (jeweledichneumon) (E, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, YLLZ LWJ, (well not yet technically since this is before Yiling), Demonic Cultivator LWJ, Getting Together, Twin Jade Feels, Porn with Feelings, Golden Core Reveal, Dubious Consent, Dubious Consentacles, Resentacles, fantasizing about, Somnophilia, WWX has a Yiling Laozu kink, First Time, Remix, Fix-It of Sorts, (Or the start of one), Tentacle Sex, (well technically resentful energy tentacle sex), Love Confessions, Sunshot Campaign, Happy Ending, Monsterfucking) Lan Zhan becomes a demonic cultivator in Like Petals in a Storm and Pandora’s Box

Pandora's Box by jardindesetoiles, KNBSnkLover (E, 16k, WangXian, YLLZ LWJ, Role Reversal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Possessive LWJ, Innocent WWX, Not Canon Compliant, Gusu WWX, Childhood Friends, Dark LWJ, Stockholm Syndrome, Loss of Virginity, Demonic Cultivator LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX)

The following feature top Wei Ying/bottom Lan Zhan:

And Fall to Desire by cqlorphan (E, 14k, WangXian, Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, sex cursed wwx, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX Bottom LWJ, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining while fucking, Mutual Pining, Marathon Sex, POV LWJ, ridiculously specific sex curses, the dubcon inherent to sex curses, Love Potion/Spell, i guess? sort of?, Angst with a Happy Ending, canon-typically convoluted plot devices, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

call me home and I'll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy... and then Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, as a treat, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Cold Springs, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX)

Lavender Blue by anaphoricae (E, 51k, WangXian, background XuanLi, Modern AU, Cook LWJ, Florist WWX, Weddings, Fluff, POV LWJ, Meet-Cute, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Falling In Love, Flower Shop, romcom vibes, Romantic Comedy, Oblivious LWJ, No Angst, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Soft WangXian, incidentally there are some Mama Lan feelings, LWJ is a hopeless romantic, Chef LWJ)

beholden to the hunger by yuer (vintageblueskies) (E, 8k, WangXian, Human Sacrifice, (sort of), Human Cauldron, (also sort of), Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Aphrodisiacs, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, yllz!wwx wrecks lwj, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

All in Good Time by bigboobedcanuck (E, 8k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, Post-Canon, First Kiss, First Time, POV LWJ, Top LWJ, Pining LWJ, Protective LWJ, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX Protective WWX, Pining WWX, Idiots in Love, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Good Kid LSZ, Branding, Scars, Worry, Protectiveness)

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17. Hello! 😊 ITMF canon divergence with Wei Wuxian being chosen as a Chief Cultivator or another high-power official position after the war / after the Jin(s) get exposed as corrupt / any other way!

I reread Practical Considerations for the tenth (or more??) time and now crave more smart and highly capable administrative person Wei Ying.

In English or Russian, please!

Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 11k, WangXian, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, the make people respect wwx agenda, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Soft WangXian, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, a very very small amount of smut, also a possessed squirrel, [Podfic] Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark) Wei Ying is hired to be Lan Zhan’s advisor

I'm Going Out (Gonna Make A Name For Me And You) by cosmicmilktea (T, 16k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mentor WWX, intersect relations, cultivation sects, Slow Burn, Like seriously it's very slow, Sickness) Wei Ying becomes known as the Chief Cultivator’s Herald

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) features Wei Ying becoming temporary Jiang sect leader while Jiang Cheng helps settle Jin Ling in Koi Tower after the events at Guanyin temple.

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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crispsandkerosene · 8 months ago

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Extended SimStandardMaterial Shader for the Sims 2 + Optionally Brighter Sims

A Shader Edit/Default Replacement

A few months ago, I shared an edit of the "StandardMaterial" shader adding a few new features. Here are the same parameters ported to "SimStandardMaterial", the shader used by CaS items that don't involve the skin texture. For example, accessories, hair, and additional groups on clothing. The new parameters are: - An "additive" texture map, lighting up specific areas of the material. - An envCube mask, controlling the intensity of this effect via a texture. - Three new envCube modes: + "Blend" replaces the base texture by the envCube's. + "Multiply" multiplies them together (duh). + "DiffuseRadiance", which I also ported from the StandardMaterial. All three of them support the envCube mask and the envCubeCoef parameter. The envCube modes are mutually exclusive, but all effects can otherwise be used with each other. The download itself contains the shader package, a pdf ReadMe listing features and material parameters, and examples showcased on Maxis meshes (including those from the header). The readme lists the specific shader file I've edited. You can use this along my StandardShaderEdit, or by itself. I don't know of any potentially incompatible mods. As usual, do report if you find one. (Also, sorry for all the copy pasting in this post and the readme.)

-> Download Everything (but BrighterSims) at SimFileShare

Update: Brighter Sims

A version of the same mod where the light received by Sims is remapped, making them look brighter and flatter. They can only get about half as dark as their vanilla look. The effect is especially noticeable at night, which admittedly isn't optimal. Unlike the added parameters, it'll affect most existing Sims and Pet stuff. Its version of the readme includes an additional page explaining how to edit it, and set different values per material. (This came about when someone asked if the game's lighting could be flattened/made more diffuse. I got curious and ended up tinkering with what was doable via the pixel shader. The existing per-vertex light calculations remain untouched, I just added an additional step on top. Not sure how "aesthetically useful" it'll be to most players :p)

-> Download Everything (BrighterSims included) at SimFileShare

#ts2 #sims 2 #s2cc #the sims 2 #download #shader #default replacement

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nep-neptune-0 · 10 months ago

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5 AM

Xiangli Yao x Reader

Summary: You always had a habit of staying overnight at Huaxu Academy, tinkering away at your latest project; Xiangli Yao had a habit of visiting you for new ideas at the crack of dawn.

Content: fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: immediately downloaded the game after seeing an edit of him, got him through the Moon-Chasing Festival event and now I'm writing fanfic for him, sorry if I didn't portray him correctly!! I'm new to the game lmao

A few quick knocks pulled you out of your flow. What was the time? You threw a quick glance at your clock, almost 5 a.m.. That marked the 3rd night you had spent in the workshop, tinkering on your new creation. You slid your safety goggles up to your hairline, trying to blink away the blur that had settled over your vision. You really should start using the ceiling lamp along with your workbench lamp, otherwise you’d risk deteriorating your vision.

Another sequence of knocks made you scramble up from the saddle stool, reminding you why you stopped your project in the first place. You were at the other side of the room at lightning speed. Your workshop was small, only enough to fit one relatively big table in the middle with a smaller one rammed up at the corner, decked out with tools and machines from your personal collection. The academy was generous enough to lend you various equipment, one of them being a large robotic arm with different functions that was attached to the bigger table, but you didn’t dare to use it unless it was for “serious work” as you liked to call it.

The door wailed when you pulled it open. You really should oil it like how Xiangli Yao had suggested–

“Hello.”

Oh.

Speak of the devil. It was always around this time he clocked into work. It was also around this time he visited your workshop, never failing to bring you breakfast, knowing you were more often than not neglecting your needs in pursuit of finishing your latest project.

Xiangli Yao had crashed into your life just as violently as your prototype had when it hit an unsuspected Spearback. You didn’t think anyone would catch you in the midst of your experiments, since you made sure to do it in the dead of night far, far away from the city. But he had, and he was kind enough to escort you back to the academy, buying you breakfast before that. He had asked you about your creations, and without really thinking you started talking about your passion for battle focused tools and gushed over previous projects like they were your children. Afterwards, you had thought it was the first and last time you would have any kind of interaction with the Principal Investigator, but before you knew it, he was outside your workshop, asking you if you were down to discuss ideas for the next modification on his prosthetic arm.

If you had thought a bit further, you probably would have questioned why he went to you specifically, a rookie, when there were an abundance of talented engineers and mechanics alike who could bring his ideas to life much more efficiently and with better quality. But you were too wrapped up in the excitement of creating something new you had ushered him inside, grabbing the only available chair that wasn’t on its last legs for him to sit on while you grabbed your notebook, eyes gleaming.

The added mod had been a success after shedding blood, sweat, and tears day and night. You got to witness it with your own eyes when he asked you to head out with him at the first sign of light. The sunlight had painted him golden, and suddenly you weren’t as focused on his prosthetic as much. His movements had you entranced, not even daring to breathe in case it would disturb the vision in front of you. And that damn smile he directed towards you after defeating the enemy fully stole your breath away. Xiangli Yao was an unfair man.

As thanks, he had gifted you a saddle stool made of leather for your posture (though you still hunched over the desk like a shrimp) and for the fact your previous chair was merely a wooden one that would disintegrate at any given moment. You thought that would be it, but of course he defied your expectations and showed up a few weeks later, breakfast in hand with another idea. From then on he seemed to be keen on consulting you about potential modifications, ranging from battle focused ones to the more silly ones, like his ice maker that you had the honor to partake in creating. And before you knew it, he started spending some rare days in your workshop instead of his office, typing away and doing what scholars do while you were working on all different kinds of projects.

You had to admit you had developed a soft spot for the Principal Investigator during the times you spent together. You could never pinpoint when his visits started feeling like a part of your routine, or when you started looking forward to those moments. And somewhere along the way, you stayed behind just to catch him before you headed home, something you’d never admit to anyone or anything.

“I saw your light was on, so I thought to swing by before going to my office. I bought some Huanglong omelets–” he handed you a paper bag “–I also have an idea for a modification we could add to my prosthetic.”

That spurred you to pull out papers and different colors of pens, spreading them out on the bigger table before turning the ceiling lamp on. He had already started sketching before you even got an omelet in your mouth.

You seated yourself on your chair and rolled to the other side of the table, eyes tracking every swipe of his hand to see the idea bloom on paper. His newest idea was battle oriented. Specifically some kind of tool that could give him the opportunity to snare and damage multiple opponents at once. You weren’t sure what went on in his head for such brilliant ideas to form, but you thanked the dragons out there for letting you witness it so intimately.

As he was sketching, he described his thought process, pausing sometimes to glance up at you for feedback, but you were busy stuffing your cheeks with omelet, barely able to sound out coherent sentences.

Before long you had finished your breakfast, energized and ready to give some ideas yourself. You bounced ideas between each other.

“For this,” Xiangli Yao circled one of his scribbles, “we can add a tool akin to a black hole that will detonate on the enemy I defeated, gathering the rest of them in one place while I’m charging up for an attack. I have an idea on what material we can use…”

You were absolutely starstruck.

“Xiangli Yao, the man you are.” You climbed on the table, crawling a short distance to get closer to him before rising to your knees and cupping his face in your hands, slightly shaking his head back and forth. “I’m sure you’ve heard this more than enough– but you are a genius.”

A faint hue of pink dusted over his cheeks, and it was only then you realized how close you were to him.

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “Sorry I got carried away–”

Your panic was interrupted by the chill of his metal hand settling over yours. He looked up at you with such puppy eyes that were swirling with an indescribable emotion you wondered how you never noticed.

Before you knew it, his other hand settled on the back of your head, and you were pulled down.

His lips were soft.

The sheer gentleness he treated you with sent electricity crackling in your veins. Your eyes fell shut and you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Your free hand slid down to the back of his neck, fingertips lightly brushing against the hair before it found a place on his shoulder, and you didn’t miss the way he quivered under your touch.

Xiangli Yao parted with a sigh, eyes fluttering open to unabashedly stare at your face. He intertwined your hands, cool metal palm against the back of your warm hand, and raised it to his lips. Then he pecked your cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, before finally giving you another delicate kiss on your lips.

“Can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner,” he murmured when he pulled away. You exhaled a laugh.

“I can’t believe it either– oh shit!” You quickly clambered off the table with his help. “I hope I didn’t ruin any of the sketches…”

“Even if you did, we can just remake them,” he declared nonchalantly. “Honestly, I would gladly let you ruin my research papers if I get to take you out on a date.”

“You don’t mean that!” you gasped. “You can do that without ruining your work.”

He smiled. “I wasn’t planning on it, don't worry. I’m gonna head to my office now. Just give me a call if you have any other ideas.”

“Will do, will do.”

“I’ll come pick you up at 6 pm today.” He gave you a quick kiss before making his way to the door. “See you then.”

You were left a blushing mess in your workshop, now a new project and a date in your hands.

Xiangli Yao was truly an unfair man.

#wuthering waves x reader #wuwa x reader #wuthering waves x you #wuwa x you #wuwa xiangli yao #wuthering waves xiangli yao #xiangli yao #xiangli yao x reader #xiangli yao x you

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wanderingcritter · 4 months ago

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Jumping on the species transition plans trend lol, here are some ways I plan to physically and socially transition !

Physical:

• Fang Implants

- I will get these if it kills me.

• Digitigrade Leg Prosthetics

- Stupid expensive but omfg these would bring me sm euphoria, even if I could only wear them every now and then. Paws crossed they'll become cheaper and more accessible in the near future.

• Realistic Tail with Silicone Core

- Also generally pricey but significantly more accessible. I love wearing taxidermy tails but am always frustrated by how disproportionate they are to the size of my body and how they just limply hang there, having smth that looks more natural and moves with my body would be huge.

• Tattoos

- Unsure of what exactly I'd want, maybe paw/hopf prints on the backs of my hands?

• Colored Contacts

- Would need to find some that are comfortable, durable, and don't impact my vision too much (im blind enough as is), but Im very ready to go "It's the fluorescents 😒" mode.

• Reflective Contacts

- I have absolutely no idea if these are real things or not but I would actually kill a man to have contacts that reflect back when someone shines a light on them in the dark.

• Piercings

- Idk lots of piercings just give me werewolf vibes ig lol, currently planning to get a second industrial, 1-2 eyebrow piercings, and snakebites.

• Muscles

- Having more visible muscles/being strong is very animalistic to me, after all most animals in the wild have to be physically fit to survive.

• Realistic Ear Headband

- Goes along the tail, would love to wear these frequently and casually out in public. Kemonomimi gaining popularity has opened up so many possibilities to me it's epic.

• Top Surgery

- Species identity and gender identity are deeply linked for me, most things that are gender affirming are also species affirming and vice versa. Having a flat chest would feel hella animal-like.

Social:

• Come Out to Friends and Family

- This is definitely the biggest one. Unfortunately greater society isn't really ready for species transition, but some individuals definitely are. Basically just let those I trust know who I am, and that it would be wonderful if they could refer to me as nonhuman when they can :]

• Unmask Animalistic Behaviors in Public

- Be less afraid to be a little more nonhuman around others like it's the most normal thing in the world. Using my hand to bat at my ear when it itches, yip and whimper to accentuate words, practice quadrobics, etc.

• Advocacy

- Talk to people irl about nonhuman identities, be visible at events, create informative resources, even if it's scary. Most people have no idea that we exist, showing them that we're out there and here to stay paves the way for successful transition on a larger scale.

Hopefully more options will become possible soon, those of us looking to pursue species transition are kinda limited by the technology of our time, which sucks balls. Especially for someone like me who doesn't like body/facial hair or extreme body mods, I dont have too many realistic options for the time being. Oh well, just means I'll have to get creative i guess.

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farfallasims · 11 months ago

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The Boardwalk Village, built by FarfallaSims ♡

The Boardwalk Village is a brand new development of residences in Brindleton Bay offering the scenic coastal views of the bayside while being within walking distance of Whiskerman's Wharf, the town's charming shopping center. This guard gated community offers 8 townhouses, all two stories tall with a variety of floorplans to choose from that will best fit your family.

Along with spacious living, there are public rooftop balconies where you can host family get-togethers, summer barbecues, or even lounge out in the sun in the peak of summer! The Boardwalk Village is pet friendly, offering luscious landscaping to play with your furry friends or have pet playdates!

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Gallery ID | FarfallaSims

$567,476.00

Residential Lot

8 Townhouses

Lot Size 40x40 in Brindleton Bay

Used BB.MoveObjects On & TOOL

Packs in the Build | City Living, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, & Get Together

CC Used

Other Notes

GShade Preset | Pearl by PixelGlam

Lighting Mod | Sunblind by Softerhaze

Enable BB.MoveObjects Before Placing

Please do NOT reupload my build furnished or unfurnished.

Floorplan shown on Patreon.

Kindly, please let me know if there are any missing mods or issues with the build!

Link to Build | The Boardwalk Village

Massive thank you to the CC Creators! @harrie-cc @peacemaker-ic @pierisim @alf-si @felixandresims & others!

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bumblesimagines · 4 months ago

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A Burning Hill

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Years after losing his family, former revolutionary gets the surprise of his life.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Arcane warnings, angst and death, lots of grieving, implied depression, silco when i catch you silco, child death (mylo, clogger)

divider by the-voice-beckons-below

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(Y/N) felt like a ghost on most days. He floated through the filthy streets of Zaun, ignorant to the buzzing and life around him whilst he walked from street to street until he reached his desolate home by the murky, polluted river. He preferred it, no matter how isolated from the rest of the city. It was home. Old, dull, and free from the tormenting memories the rest of the city held. Life passed him by steadily enough to keep everything at bay, anyway.

The once-vibrant neon signs around the city buildings looked dull when he glanced at the blinking lights. Everything looked dull, washed of its original color, and rendered lifeless in his eyes. There was nothing pretty about Zaun anymore, nothing worth truly fighting for.

It didn't matter how many times Ekko visited him, all the speeches and pep talks he stubbornly gave while (Y/N) watched him only ever seeing the little boy he'd been and not the leader he'd grown into. He'd been like him once.. a long, long time ago.

"(Y/N)!" A gravelly voice called out from one of the stands lined along the rain-slicked cobble street. Mod raised a hand in greeting and then lifted a wooden bowl, the contents inside swishing and nearly dripping off the sides. He wiggled it enticingly and arched one bushy brow while a coaxing grin spread across his face.

Somewhat reluctantly, (Y/N) approached the stand and pushed the hood of his old cloak back as he took a seat on one of the stools. Mod set the bowl before him and stuck a spoon in the fish soup. His reflection blinked slowly back at him, the bags under his eyes noticeable even in the cerulean broth. "Thanks." He muttered, his voice scratchy.

"Anythin' for you, boss." Mod chuckled heartily, thick fingers scratching at his patchy brown beard before he leaned his broad frame against the counter. There was a twinkle in his eyes, bright and mischievous. "Say, boss-"

"I'm not your boss." (Y/N) shoved a spoonful of broth with a chunk of fish into his mouth.

Mod nodded solemnly. "'Course, 'course... I was talkin' to my pal the other day. You remember Divo, right? Well, he and his old lady finally called it quits, and I hear he's got his eye on you-"

(Y/N)'s eyes darted up to meet Mod's hazel ones, his grip on the spoon tightening faintly. Not a single muscle in his face moved, yet Mod clamped his mouth shut instantly and turned his back to him to continue tending the stove with a nervous chuckle. (Y/N) chewed slowly on the fish, letting the flavor dance on his tongue and then swallowing.

He lifted the bowl and slurped as much of the broth as he could into his mouth before letting the bowl fall onto the counter with a clatter and wiping the leftover droplets from his mouth. He slapped a few coins on the table and slid off the stool to continue his way through the crowd, turning a deaf ear to Mod's calls for him.

Zaun was as alive as always. Kids were running about, most of them either fleeing from someone or rushing to catch up with their friends. His heart always clenched when he looked at them, when there was a straggler who couldn't keep up with the older kids.

His eyes always naturally gravitated toward them to watch, despite the stabbing feeling that pierced his gut each time. There was a reason he kept himself unfocused from the goings of the city; everything was a goddamn reminder.

Ducking into an alleyway and dodging the rat that skittered across his path, he began making his way down the usual route to his place. He withheld a sigh when he stepped in a puddle and briefly stopped to shake the droplets from his drenched boot.

He only took a couple more steps before his ears picked up the splash of the puddle, and his mind jerked awake with newfound alertness. He bit his cheek, cursing whatever gods were watching over Zaun. The last thing he wanted was dealing with some stupid thief or wannabe thug trying to earn street cred.

Once their footsteps grew closer, he swiftly spun around and grabbed the front of their shift, a yelp escaping the person when he slammed them into the nearest wall. His grip on their collar tightened until the breath was roughly sucked free from his lungs, every muscle in his body tensing.

He stared at the girl in his grasp, taking in the stunned look in her familiar light gray eyes and the short spiky magenta hair he knew so well. Her face was straight from his memories, only with sharper features, older features. His forehead creased in confusion, and he released her to take a startled step away from her.

"Violet?" He exhaled a name he hadn't spoken in years, his chest stuttering with a shaky inhale.

His eyes flickered all over her face, lingering on the scars and the VI tattoo on her right cheek. No, Violet... His Violet was dead, just like Mylo and Clogger.. like Vander. He sucked another breath, his heart picking up into a pace that made it difficult to breathe.

Violet stared back at him, her features softening until she looked like the fourteen-year-old girl that haunted his dreams, the little girl he lost along with his boys and husband. Her face contorted rapidly, scrunching up with her quivering lips as her eyes flooded with tears.

She gasped for air, one tear managing to escape before she fell into his arms with a sob, an act she'd done a million times before. His arms instinctively wrapped around her and pulled her tight to his chest, his own eyes beginning to sting with tears.

"Dad," She wept into his shoulder, her hands desperately clawing at his back until they bunched up his cloak into her fists. His hold tightened around her until he was cradling her as close as possible. He couldn't bear to consider if it was just another dream where she'd be violently ripped away from him all over again. "I'm so sorry."

"What the fuck."

His heart was thrumming like hell in his ears, his eyes wildly flickering over the burning warehouse by the river that looked like it'd been destroyed by some sort of explosion. He searched for anything, any noise or sign that someone, anyone, was alive and in need of help.

He searched for Vander, half-expecting him to stumble out of the ruins, but as he grew closer, with Ekko's hand tightly clutched in his, he spotted something that made his heart drop to his feet.

"No.." He exhaled and dropped Ekko's hand to rush forward, past the debris and flames, toward the corpse lying on the ground.

His knees groaned when he collapsed onto them, but the pain barely registered in his frantic mind. Lying there, battered and lifeless, was Vander's body. It was mutated, parts of him enlarged unnaturally with prominent black veins and sickening bruises scattered across his body.

His grey eyes, the ones that always lit up at the sight of him, were pale and lifeless, blankly staring up at the night sky above them. His trembling hands took his cheeks, a sob tearing from his throat when Vander's head lolled to the side.

"Van, c'mon, don't- don't do this, please." He couldn't breathe. Teardrops dripped and rolled off Vander's cheek, mixing with the splatters of blood and grime. His hands moved to his shoulders, and he shook him lightly, willing him to come back by some miracle. "Vander, hey, baby... c'mon. Come back to me, please. You- You can't leave me. You made an oath, Vander. You made an- an oath. You made a fucking oath."

His fingers dug into Vander's skin, once warm but now growing cold with the night air. (Y/N) held his cheeks in his palms, praying to whatever deity came to mind to bring his husband back to him, but Vander's lifeless eyes remained half-lidded and his chest remained still.

(Y/N) grinded his teeth together, his vision blurring until the hot tears tumbled down his cheeks, and he collapsed over Vander's corpse, half-sobbing half-screaming until his voice grew hoarse.

"Please, please, don't do this to me..." He whimpered, helplessly reaching for Vander's limp arm and raising it to press his large, collaoused palm over his cheek.

The cool metal of his wedding band pressed into (Y/N)'s skin, burning like a hot iron. Their wedding day flashed clear before his eyes: the party at the Last Drop, the stupidly sugary sweet vows Vander spoke into the microphone that had him unable to make eye contact, the dancing and festivities that kept the bar alive with a happiness they hadn't experienced in ages, little Violet and baby Powder giggling along the whole night with their mother and father.

He looked down at him through blurry, unfocused vision, the heaves and sobs wrecking through his body until it grew sore. This wasn't how they were supposed to part. It wasn't. They were supposed to grow old and frail and gray.

"(Y/N).." Ekko's soft, trembling voice reached his ears. "I... I found this."

Sniffling, (Y/N) lifted his head and turned toward the little boy, a strangled noise emitting from his throat at the sight of Clogger's goggles in his hands, shattered and bloodied. He reached a shaking hand out to gingerly grab them, his thumb rubbing over the glass until his skin caught on the broken glass.

Clogger, Mylo... his boys. His sweet, troublemaking boys. He surveyed the mess around them in search of his missing daughters, but there was no sign of them. His eyes dropped back to his husband.

He'd never be able to listen to one of Mylo's rambly vents again or tend to his injuries while he huffed and puffed. He'd never be able to fix up Clogger's goggles when they broke for the tenth time or share an eye roll over someone's childish antics again. He'd never get to curl up in Vander's arms at night and listen to his rumbling laugh while he recounted his day or feel his lips brush over his ear while he muttered corny love confessions that always made him flush and roll his eyes.

"Who..." His jaw clenched. "Who did this?"

Ekko wiped his runny nose and swallowed, his big, watery eyes narrowing. "Silco."

Silco.

Always. Fucking. Silco.

He stumbled onto his feet in an instant, the bottom of his boots slapping against the stone as he took off down the path leading back into the city. The buildings, markets, and nightlife passed him by in a blur of gray and neon as he ventured further and further toward the inner parts of the Lanes where he knew, he just knew, Silco would be. Other Zaunites leaped out of the way, with those who were too slow being shoved aside until the Last Drop came into view. His home, his sanctuary, and there were already lackeys shuffling in and out of the bar.

He was heaving by the time he swung the bar doors open, his steps slightly staggered as he entered the familiar bar. Some of their regulars were already arguing with Silco's men; Sevika sat at one of the booths with a pained expression as someone hurriedly tended to her shoulder where her arm was simply gone; those injured from the warehouse soothed themselves with alcohol bought from Vander's hard-earned money.

He almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

(Y/N) shoved Clogger's goggles into his pocket, ignoring the pain in his hand from where glass shards embedded themselves into his palm. He took in a staggering breath. "Where... the fuck is Silco?"

Wide eyes turned in his direction. The regulars frowned sympathetically, and their heckles raised on his behalf, while the lackeys that blindly followed Silco exchanged panicked or hesitant glances. He scanned the bar, but no one uttered a word, leaving the air with a suffocating tension.

One of the younger lackeys glanced up toward the office, the office he used to plan out his ideas, and then shrunk back into his seat when he caught (Y/N) staring daggers at him. Another lackey had the bright idea to step in front of him, his chest puffed out with smug arrogance over their 'victory'.

His husband was dead. Murdered brutally alongside the orphaned children they took in when everyone else turned their backs on them. The only feeling (Y/N) that knew better than grief was pure, unbridled rage. He'd locked the rage away years ago, worked on it until it was tamed for the sake of his children, who'd grown up seeing too much violence on the streets to see it from their protector. It brewed in his stomach relentlessly now, simmering and growing until it made his body run hot.

The young man only had a second to react, a second for surprise to flash over his face, before (Y/N) twisted his dark hair in his fist and slammed his head into the nearest table. He dug the heel of his hand into the man's temple, and with his move, the tension broke, and people lunged at each other. (Y/N) released the stranger, watching him slump onto the floor and clutch his no doubt throbbing head, before he walked around him and bounded up the metal stairs leading up to his office.

There were thuds, crashes, glass shattering, and shouting behind him, but he was only focused on the wooden door growing closer. Silco stood inside his office in the bar his husband owned after slaughtering his family. Silco turned toward him when the floorboards creaked underneath his weight, his mismatched eyes widening before (Y/N)'s fist connected with his cheek.

Silco stumbled backward, his hip bumping into the desk covered in the papers he used for designing mechanisms and technology. He grabbed onto the desk, half-way hunched over as blood dripped down from his nose and onto his vest.

"Felicia wasn't enough for you, was she?" (Y/N) spat out through gritted teeth, drawing Silco's eyes back to his face. They remained widened for a long second and then flickered away to the framed picture hanging on the wall of them back before her death, back before the brotherly bond between Vander and Silco dissolved. "Your ambition took my sister, my brother-in-law, but you couldn't stop there, could you? You just had to take my husband and children, too."

Silco brushed his fingers over the streak of blood coating his upper lip and straightened up, palm brushing back the dark strands that fell over his face from the hit. "I never intended for Felicia and Connol to get hurt." He said grimly, curling his hands around the hem of his vest to adjust it properly over his body. "The children weren't supposed to be there. The boys... Violet. They were... collateral damage."

(Y/N) stared at him, aghast, his fingers curling into fists once more despite the sharp pain in his hands. "Vander and I loved you once." He gritted his teeth, tears tittering on the edge of his vision.

There were faint memories of them in that very office, hunched over the desk while dreaming up what Zaun would look like without Piltover's boot on their necks. Memories of them chatting in a corner of the Last Drop until Silco practically shoved him into Vander's arms so they could dance with Felicia. Silco blinked at him in startlement.

"I thought.. You were the cleverest man in Zaun, that you'd be the one to help us make Zaun better than Piltover. But you're just a filthy, weak little fucking rat."

(Y/N) barely registered how quickly he closed the distance until his hand fisted the collar of Silco's shirt and shoved him onto the floor. He followed him down, his knees pinning Silco's shoulders down against the floorboards as he tugged his knife free from its holster around his waist. Silco's eyes widened again, his hands clutching and shoving against (Y/N)'s legs.

"If Felicia saw you-" Silco gasped out. "-what would she say?"

"She'd hate you for what you did to her daughters, you piece of shit!"

Heavy footsteps quickly grew near, and a bulky arm swooped around his waist to haul him off Silco. "(Y/N), enough-" Sevika hissed in his ear, a strained, pained groan filling his ear as she staggered, weakened from the blow that'd taken her arm.

His legs kicked out toward the desk, and he used it to propel himself back into her, the weight and force forcing her to stumble back until she slammed into the wall. She released him with a cry and clutched at her shoulder with heavy breaths.

He caught himself before he fell, his hand still clutching the knife like a vice when he turned to face Silco. The thin man scrambled to get to his feet again, but (Y/N) swiftly kicked him back down, his movements growing sluggish from exhaustion. He slumped back onto the floor, one knee pinning Silco's forearm and soaking in the wince. He was tired, too. Bastard.

"Vander... Vander thought you were redeemable, even after what you did to Felicia and Connol. He wanted to talk, to make amends, and you slaughtered him like a pig, you-" (Y/N) inhaled sharply, frantically blinking away the tears building in his eyes. Silco froze at his words, stiffening fully underneath him and staring up at him with big eyes. (Y/N) scoffed, disgusted just by looking at his shock. "It should've been your body lying there, forgotten and alone."

(Y/N) raised the blade yet hesitated, his quivering lips pressing together tightly as his eyes flickered between Silco's eyes. The blue-green of his right that'd once been warm and gentle made his stomach churn violently.

For a moment, he found himself staring down at the Silco he used to know, the soft-spoken yet sarcastic young man who'd sit with him while he sketched and offer pointers with a small, tender smile. (Y/N) squeezed his eyes shut and brought the knife down, listening to it embed itself in the floorboard. Silco released a quiet, shaky breath.

Swallowing harshly, (Y/N) opened his eyes to glare down at him. "Where's Powder?"

"My baby girl," (Y/N) carefully cradled her face in his hands, stroking his thumb over her pale skin as a manic laugh fell from his lips. She was real. "They told me you were dead. I-I thought you died with Mylo and Clogger that night. I should've- I should've looked harder. Where- Where have you been?"

Violet wrapped her bandaged hands around his wrists and nuzzled her face into his palms, her shoulders lightly trembling as she took in a staggered breath. "Stillwater." She whispered, her teeth gently biting at her bottom lip as her eyes flickered away with a wince. "That Piltover officer.. the one that worked with Grayson, he.. he took me there. Kept me there this whole time." Her jaw clenched.

(Y/N) bit his tongue and took in a slow inhale, his eyes closing briefly. Marcus. He'd always hated the asshole, even more so after his promotion. "How- How'd you get out?" He blinked his eyes open, his brows knitting together in bewilderment. "Did- Did you escape?"

Stillwater was notorious for keeping a tight hold on its prisoners, and even if one managed to escape, the treacherous waters surrounding the small island would kill anyone who tried fleeing via swimming or boat. Violet had always been resilient, but even she couldn't have possibly escaped alone.

"No, I-"

"Violet! You have got to stop disappearing like that!"

At the end of the alleyway, a young woman stumbled toward them, her fingers tugging the hood back over her head when it slipped after her clumsy attempt at wriggling free from the crowd. She kept her gaze pointed toward the crowd before she turned to look at them, her lips parting to speak, but she quickly closed them when she noticed him. She froze, stiff like a plank, and then slowly raised her hand to give an awkward wave.

"Dad," Violet began, her lips twisting into a sheepish, hesitant smile. He frowned. Nothing good ever came out of a smile like that. "This is Caitlyn Kirraman."

"Kiramman?"/ "Dad?!"

(Y/N)'s head turned back to the dark blue haired-girl with a squinted gaze that only made her stiffen again. He raked his eyes over her slender figure, taking note of the clothes beneath the draps hanging onto her shoulders.

Her skin was too clear, too perfect. Her hair was too sleek and shiny. Her clothes were prim and delicate, not a hole or tear or washed-out color on a single article. Her hands looked smooth, free of callouses. Her body flinched with each loud noise that came from the night market, like a mouse in a den of vipers. Topsider, and given the weapon strapped to her back, she was an Enforcer.

He snapped his attention back to Violet and tore his hands from her face to set them over his hips disapprovingly. Violet's sheepish look grew, and she dropped her eyes onto the ground, where she lightly kicked a pebble aside. "You're with a Enforcer?! Violet! You just told me you were at Stillwater- I- Ugh." (Y/N) pinched the bridge of his nose. "What am I going to do with you, Vi?"

"Love me?" Violet proposed with a little, cheeky smile.

(Y/N)'s shoulders sagged, a huff of amusement slipping past his lips before he tugged her into another tight embrace. "I missed your smartass comments, you little asshole." Violet's laugh sounded muffled against his shoulder, her arms sliding around his waist in an equally tight hug. "I always knew you'd be hard to get rid of.. like dog shit that gets stuck on the bottom of shoes." Violet laughed again, this time lightly pushing at his chest and rolling her eyes.

"Ahem," Caitlyn shuffled forward toward them, her eyes jumping between their faces before she focused on him and stuck her hand out for him to shake with a polite yet strained smile. "As Vi said, I'm Caitlyn Kiramman. I helped your daughter get out of Stillwater Prison this morning."

(Y/N) eyed her outstretched hand. "Why?"

"I.." Caitlyn trailed off, her fingers curling inward before she dropped her hand back to her side. "I need her help.. and yours, I suppose. There is an... ongoing investigation regarding stolen shipments that I have reason to believe have been orchestrated by the man you all know as Silco. If I gather enough evidence, we may be able to put him behind bars for once and for all." She firmly nodded.

(Y/N)'s mouth drew into a taut line, his front teeth dragging along each other. He could still hear his own sobs echoing in his ears, the hoarse screams into his pillow the following weeks after the warehouse incident. He was so tired. He stared down at the stone ground beneath them, watching the water covering it reflect the neon signs lining the tops of the buildings above them.

His head shook lightly. "Don't bother."

"Dad, c'mon... You still have power here. People still respect you; some still fear you." Violet placed her hand over his shoulder, her fingers gently squeezing it. "If you rallied the people-"

"Your father was the leader, Violet. I was the follower, the one who took orders, the one who had to be patched up constantly. Everything and everyone I fought for is.. is gone. I have nothing left in me, Vi, I don't. All I do is wait for the day I can reunite with Van and be done with all this."

The corners of Violet's brows angled upward. "You- You have me. I'm here, Dad. I'm- I'm back... and Powder.. she's still here, right? She's okay, right? Tell me she's okay, please."

"It's complicated, Vi. She.. She's alive." The relieved, breathy laugh that escaped Violet made him wince. He raised his gaze off the ground to look at her, the pained frown on his lips wiping the relief clean from her face. "I see her, sometimes. She pops by when she feels like it. Sometimes, we'll bump into each other and talk. She... she hasn't gone by Powder in a long time. Powpow doesn't exist anymore, Vi. She's one of Silco's lackeys now."

"What?"

"I've tried getting through to her for ages, even Ekko's given it a go, but she's stubborn. She's not well, Vi.. and Silco- Silco refuses to see it. I've told him time and time again but-" (Y/N) rubbed his fingertips over his forehead, soothing away a building headache. Their countless arguments rang clear in his ears. It was like talking to a wall on most days. "Our talks never go anywhere. I hate him too much, and he knows it. Uses it as a reason not to believe me. It's hopeless, Vi."

"No... No, no, I don't-" Violet turned away from him, one hand raising to clutch her chest while the other braced against the wall. "I-I don't believe that. She- She'd never work for him, not after what he did. You're wrong. I can help her, I swear. I-I can get through to her. I can prove it."

"It's not that simple, Vi."

"I'm her big sister." Violet's hands curled into fists, and her head raised to look at him, the determination in her eyes startlingly similar to Vander's. It made his throat tighten. "She's my responsibility."

"You're my girls, Vi. You two will always be my responsibility... but things are different. If I push too hard, I risk losing her forever." He stepped toward her, reaching out to delicately touch her chin and remind himself she really was alive. Alive and no longer the little girl he'd taken care of since she was a newborn. "If you go running after her and Silco finds out, who knows what he'll do. I can't lose you again."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. I can take care of myself." A tender smile spread on Violet's face, her hand enveloping his reassuringly. "I'll bring Powder back, and we'll be a family again, I promise."

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