#And he has jc wrapped around his finger

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that fic idea where WWX is sent to a universe where JC isn't paying attention to him/being sad about him because JGY was JC's childhood bestie... effervescent

the many stages of WWX's reaction

YEAH. THE FEELINGS. THE MANY STAGES OF WWX'S REACTIONS INDEED

(sorry I got overboard while thinking how things would play...) it's very long!!

you haven't asked, but imo at the start, wwx is very excited! He is in his old body again! He has his strong golden core back!( Imo he is scarred by being 'the number one cultivation world's enemy'.) So, it's nice having cultivators who admire him! He is happily married with the love of his life, he is an accomplished scientist and a fun teacher! He didn't even kill 2000 people or his shijie! Everything is perfect.

So he goes to visit jc: his shidi isn't mad at him anymore! Why should he be? He didn't have crimes under his belt anymore.

Lotus Pier, the SAME lotus pier as before the massacre (there was a war, wwx knows that. Maybe during the rebuilding jc has found someone with great memory! Nice!), doesn't throw him out. He feels welcomed.

And then he goes to the sect leader (he has to ask before the disciples let him in the throne room. Rude, but he understands, jc loves formality. - lwj is quite confused... Why would sect leader jiang immediately run to welcome them? But wei ying is happy, so he holds back)

And then, they arrive at the throne room... And jc is there, at his rightful place, proud and scowly, and wwx is so HAPPY. He's at home again!

"jiang cheng, I am back!"

"..."

"..."

jc is so confused that stares at him, unimpressed. He doesn't know this wwx, but he has heard how weird he can be. Still, his inventions are amazing and useful and he is lwj's husband, and lwj is important to lxc... He can't be rude, he has to maintain a good relationship with the Lan. "I didn't know that wei-xiansheng has already been at Lotus Pier before, but I am glad to host such honorable guests. I would say to make yourself at home, but you have already done it forgetting formality", he sneers and wwx is confused. What the fuck jc?! Do you want formalities?! I beat your ass so many times, do you want me to bow to you???

Before wwx can say something, jc calls his second in command and Meng Yao arrives. He escorts them, under jc's order, to their guest room.

wwx is so confused that he lets it happen. Then, he asks his husband what the fuck is happening. Why is meng yao here? Isn't he dead? lwj is worried about his husband' deteriorating memory, but he answers. He would do everything for his husband. But then wei ying's face goes white, then red, then purple! Is wei ying sick?????? He needs to find a good healer to help his husband!! So he leaves the room with an excuse.

In the meantime, wwx is fuming! MY killed shijie!!! He killed jzx, shijie, 2000 people, then comes back (how?? Idk. plot. plot), and JC LET HIM AT LOTUS PIER. JC WHAT THE FUCK!! YOU COULDN'T STAND MY SIGHT FOR ONE SECOND, NOW YOU LET MENG YAO IN!! BASTARD.

It's unacceptable! He needs to fix things!!! He has to, if jc doesn't!!! He goes to jc's personal pavilion ('see, meng yao, I know lotus pier! Even better than you!' he mocks MY speech and suggestions about lotus pier's best inns).

When he arrives, - he sneaks really, now lotus pier has an hell of security system, he almost got caught! That never happened to him before! - he sees jc, MY AND jl eating at a low table. All together. Happily.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? JL EVEN YOU! THE BETRAYAL! wwx knows that jl in the other universe forgives him (he is shijie' son, at the end of the day) but jgy's too???? Now???? jgy wasn't stabbed by jl! What right does he have to sit at his side?!?! And jl and wwx's relationship was still fragile, they were still working on trust and shit like that, what's the easy way they talk???? JC STOP PEALING LOTUS SEEDS FOR MY TOO. ONLY JL CAN HAVE THEM.

Unfortunately wwx is caught by the jiang disciples. They brings him to jc and wwx snaps: "jc what the fuck?!?! He killed shijie!!! You should be skinning him alive not feeding him!! Or just whipping him because you are boring. Whatever. But what the fuck?!"

And jc gets mad, but not 'wwx has pissed me off but it will pass'mad or 'I am rightfully even if unfairly mad about shijie and the peacock' bodies 'mad. No, he is 'you are pissing me off and I would kill you without thoughts - but REALLY KILL you'mad.

jl snaps "how dare you talk about my mother like that?! Do you wanna die???"

And jc" mister wei has overstepped his stay and bounds. I'll forget it for the sake of our clans, just this one time. Nonetheless, what happens to meng yao is a jiang family matter"

Lwj arrives and apologizes in wwx's stead. Then lwj drags him out of lotus pier. wwx is confused and angry. What is lwj doing?? He explains to his husband that jgy's the devil! He is bad and mean and a cunning manipulator! He killed wrh! He killed nmj! He killed jgs!

But lwj is even more worried: yes, Meng Yao - who is jgy? - killed wrh, but both jgs and nmj are still alive. Maybe wei ying is tired. Lwj is so worried about his husband's memory.

No one,- lsz, wn, ljy- believes him... And it's just as before, when he was all alone against the world, where no one believes him or in him... The food is tasteless, the world seems again to not have a place for him... His home isn't his home anymore...

But wwx has shit to fix! He needs to help jc and jl to see jgy's real nature! HE NEEDS TO FIX THINGS

And that's the fic:

jc's unmovable love for his family plus jl's good heart plus jgy cunning scheming vs. wwx inability to handle jc's emotions (indifference is unacceptable! How does jc dare to forget wwx?) plus his exaggerated reactions

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Anything You Want | Steve Harrington

Mr. Harrington's Secretary AU | 18+ No Minors

Summary: Steve stops by when his father isn't in the office asking for your help with the copier.

TW: FemReader. BJ, Fingering, Tiddy Fucking, P In V Cream Pie. Dirty Talk.

WC: 3909

“Your father isn’t here, Steven.”

His name has you looking up from the thick file spread across your desk. Steve Harrington is standing across the room, his tall body leaning forward, one hand on the older woman’s desk, the other behind his back, holding a small paper bag.

“Well, aren’t you looking nice today, Lorna,” his words drip with sugar. The gray-haired office manager peers over her glasses at him, her ordinarily sour face softening faster than a ripe avocado. 

He’s been finding excuses to visit you at work since the first time he found you standing alone at one of the events the company threw semi-regularly. A bunch of rich men congratulating each other on being masters of the universe, dragging along their trophy wives and other accouterments. In John Harrington’s case, that included his charming, handsome son, who would follow in his footsteps, and the hot young secretary that everyone assumed he was chasing around the desk. What the other men telling bad jokes and drinking top shelf scotch didn’t know is that the son wanted nothing to do with his father’s business and the secretary wasn’t putting out. 

“Is that a new blouse?” He asks, brushing a little of that golden-brown hair off his forehead, giving her every ounce of his attention.

“It is. I got from the JC Penny last weekend,” she giggles like a woman half her age as he leans closer, giving her that winning Harrington smile.

“I thought so,” he winks, “My dad asked me to pick up a copy of the file he needs, and on my way here, I passed the bakery over on Main, so I stopped in and got your favorite.” He pulls the paper bag out from behind his back and sets it on the desk in front of Lorna. 

Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms an O as she pinches the top of the bag and slides it closer, “Thank you, Steven. That was so thoughtful.”

“My pleasure,” he says, rapping his knuckles on her desk twice before straightening and turning towards you, “Do you have that file ready?”

“Which file was that?” you ask, trying to hide your amused smile.

“I think you know,” his tongue darts out, wetting his plush lips as he casually strolls over to your desk.

“Hmmm,” you tap your index finger against your mouth, “Yes, I think I know which one. I still need to make a copy.”

“I can do it,” Lorna calls from her desk, the paper bag crinkling as she pulls out a fluffy cupcake piled high with chocolate frosting. 

“You just enjoy that. I’ll give her a hand,” Steve calls over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off you. 

Shuffling some papers, you pull a green file folder from the bottom of the stack and hug it to your chest as you push away from your desk, “Thank you, Steven. That would be very helpful.”

His lips twist with a smirk as he follows you down the hall to the copy room, watching your hips sway in the tight skirt that hugs your ass just right.

The overhead fluorescents pop and hum when you flip the switch and step inside the small room with Steve coming in after you, reaching back to twist the lock on the door handle without even looking. 

“Where’s my cupcake?” You ask, batting your lashes and tossing the file on top of one of the two copiers that fill the space.

“Your mouth is going to be too busy for cupcakes,” his hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you close as his lips seal over yours. He wastes no time. His tongue pushes inside, stealing your breath. His muscles tense under your fingers as you move your hands up and down his polo-covered chest and moan into the kiss. 

“We have to be quiet, honey,” his kisses slow to soft pecks, “Can’t have Lorna figuring out your cumming on company time.”

“Oh, is that what’s happening?”

With his thumb and forefinger holding your chin, he ghosts his lips over yours, “Turn around and put your hands on the copier.”

Taking a moment to consider, you look up at him from under your lashes while letting your hand run down from the center of his chest to the hard bulge in his pants. The corner of your mouth rises when you feel him twitching in his jeans. With a shiver, you let him go and turn around. Exaggerating your movements, you place both hands on the glass plate arching your back and widening your stance as you lean forward. He drops down behind you, wrapping his hands around the front of your knees, drawing circles on the back with his thumbs. 

“That tickles,” you giggle, squirming in his hold. 

“Shhh,” he reminds you, lips placing an open-mouthed kiss on your calf. The slight roughness of his palms leaves your smooth skin tingling as his hands start their torturously slow slide up your legs, the tip of his nose dragging behind his thumb just before the wet press of his lips and tongue. He’s careful to leave no gaps, mouth a damp trail up the back of your thigh. The material of your skirt bunches against his wrists, rising with his hands. His thumbs tease the hem of your high-cut lace panties as your skirt is pushed higher until it’s rucked up around your hips. He nips the curve between your ass and thigh and soothes it with his tongue before brushing his nose over your center, breathing you in. Slick soaks your panties as you anticipate him pulling them to the side and licking into you, but those big hands stay gripping your hips, and his mouth moves along your pantyline, sucking at the flesh of your ass.

“Steve.”

“What is it, honey?” His question is followed by the pinch of his teeth. 

“I need you,” you complain, reaching back, running your fingers through his hair, giving it a tug when he pays you no heed. 

“So impatient,” he scolds, rising to his full height, holding you around the middle, sweetly kissing your temple, “Be good for just a little longer. I need a picture of my pretty girl for my wallet.”

“A picture? Wha-“

He spins you around quickly and cuts you off with his hungry lips, his hands slide down your waist until they wrap around the back of your thighs, and he lifts you onto the copier. A squeak of protest passes from your mouth to his when your hot skin comes in contact with the cool glass, and you rock from side to side, but he doesn’t relent. Holding you in place with a hand on your neck, his tongue tangles with yours, keeping you focused on his kiss as his other hand starts the copier whirring. A light flashes under you, moving from left to right, followed by the whoosh and click of papers printed with a black and white copy of the globes of your ass barely covered by your underwear. 

“That’s what you wanted?” you giggle against his lips.

“Uh-huh,” he smiles, ending the kiss by resting his forehead against yours, “but that’s not the only thing I want.” His hand smooths up your thigh until he can rub over the damp patch on your panties. His smirk returns when your mouth drops open, and you inhale sharply.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He moves his hand away from where you want it and uses the backs of his fingers to brush your heated cheek. 

“So soft,” his index finger trails from the collar of your silky shirt until he reaches the first button where it’s joined by the fingers from his other hand, “But not as soft as what’s underneath.” He leans forward, attaching his lips to your neck while he works them open. His mouth moves lower as he spreads open your shirt, kissing down the swell of your breast to the edge of the delicate lace. He pulls away to take in the sight of what he’s just uncovered.

“Beautiful,” the word floats breathy from his lips as he unhooks the metal clasp between your tits. Peeling back one side at a time, his eyes turn dreamy and heavy-lidded as he drinks you in. His hands move to cup your breasts, loving the way you fill them. The first touch of his lips against your pebbled nipple has the breath rushing from your lungs in a quiet whine. He sucks hard while swirling his tongue, a satisfied hum rumbling from his throat. 

“Oh, fuuu,” you bite down on your lip to keep from cursing. He smiles against you, taking his time before moving to your other side, sucking until you’re tipping your head back and arching into him. The copier creaks as you squirm, trying to relieve the growing ache.

“Please,” clutching at shoulders, pulling his head up so you can look into his eyes, “Please, Steve.”

His breath comes quickly through parted lips that hover an inch from yours. The inky black of his pupils crowds out the hazel. He reaches out to trace your kiss-stung bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, but you hold his large hand between both of yours and suck his thumb into your mouth. 

“How about a few more pictures? With my hands on you. Would you like that?” 

Whining in desperate confirmation, your hands join his on the copier to lift your hips and slide down your panties. They only make it to mid-thigh when you’re grabbing his hand and pressing it to your needy cunt. 

“Jesus,” his fingers part your wet lips to explore your slippery folds, “You’re dripping onto the glass.”

He curls back his other fingers, so just his index and middle circle your clit before sliding down to tease your entrance. Your grip on his wrist tightens as you whimper, rocking your hips, trying to get him inside you. 

“All this from a few kisses?”

Two thick fingers push inside you, replacing the ache with a stretch. He keeps going, curving his fingers to reach the spot that only he’s been able to find, deep enough that his thumb can rub circles around your pulsing bundle of nerves. It takes every ounce of your will to not cry out at the onslaught of pleasure. 

“There you go, honey. I’ll always give you what you want.”

Fisting the front of his shirt, you draw him closer, eyes fluttering closed as your lips connect and your tongue slides against his. Blue-green flashes permeate the darkness behind your lids as the machine captures images of his fingers disappearing inside you. More wetness trickles, aiding his movements when you realize all this is to satisfy his need to have you even when you’re apart.

“You make me feel so good,” you whisper, taking his bottom lip between yours.

“Yeah?” He asks, licking into your mouth, increasing the pace of his fingers, “Am I gonna make you cum?” 

“Mmmhmm,” you moan around his lips and tongue as your inner muscles tighten, and you begin your climb. With your fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck, you relax into his kiss. There’s no need to chase it, you can trust him to get you there. He always does. 

“That’s it,” he says, feeling you fluttering around him, “You get so tight,” his fingers don’t stop even when the lighting hits and your legs shake, “Give me just a little more.”

Clutching onto him, your fingers dig into his skin as your body jolts uncontrollably. He covers your mouth with his trying to muffle your cries, and keeps working you until you just can’t –it’s too much. His fingers slow to a gentle in and out, his thumb comes off your clit. He lets you come down, resting his forehead against yours, tiny kisses wherever his lips can reach without moving you. 

“I’m going to lunch,” Lorna shouts, her voice slightly muffled behind the closed door.

“Okay,” you yell, grinning at Steve, shaking your head, “We’re almost done.”

“She’s coming,” he calls, as his thumb taps your clit, sending an aftershock rocketing through you.

“Alright. Back in an hour,” she hollers right before the outer office door squeaks and clicks shut.

The smug look on his face has you pushing at his shoulder, silently scolding him. He chuckles, his face taking on a well-practiced look of innocence even as he pulls his finger from inside you and licks them clean. He kisses you once to share the taste before helping you down from the copier.

“Can you hand me my underwear?” 

“We’re not done,” his hands close over your fingers, stopping you from straightening your clothes, “I have an idea. Come with me.”

He twists the lock on the door handle, sticking his head out to confirm the office is empty, and grabs your hand pulling you out of the copier room, barely dressed. 

“Steeeve,” you squeal as you move through the empty office, gripping the front of your shirt to keep it closed until you’re standing in front of Mr. Harrington’s locked office door.

“Where did you get that?” Your eyes widen when he pulls a key from his pocket and inserts it smoothly into the lock. The corner of his mouth raises in a sly smile as the door opens, and he ushers you inside, closing the door behind you.

The blinds are drawn with their slats partially open, creating vertical lines of light against the navy blue carpet and large cherry desk. Steve flips one of the switches next to the door, turning on the three two stained glass lamps that flank the large built-in bookcase behind the desk, lighting up the room with soft light. 

“What’s this idea?” The slickness between your legs, reminding you still have another hour before anyone will return. Steve planned this well.

“Well,” he pulls out the high-backed leather chair from the desk, turning towards the side before sitting with his legs spread wide, hands moving to his belt, “What do you think? Wanna get on your knees for me, honey?”

“Hmmm,” you pretend to consider his offer as you round the desk trailing your fingertips on the shiny finish of the desk, moving until you’re standing between his parted legs, looking down at the outline of the hard cock straining against his jeans. Gripping the top of the chair, you lean it back, bending slightly, bringing you level with his face. His hands move to your open shirt, pushing it back away from your breasts so he can knead them. His mouth chases yours, but you deny him, nipping his top lip lightly before slowly dropping to your knees. 

“Fuck,” his hips jump as you pop open the button on his jeans and slide down the zipper.

“Is this why I didn’t get a cupcake?” You pout, tugging at the waistband of his jeans and boxers, and he raises his hips so you can slip them down, his thick length bobbing out from his body finally freed. Pink with a long veiny shaft that’s just as pretty as the rest of him. 

“Oh, I think what you’re getting is a much bigger treat.” His eyes close for a moment as your hand wraps around the base, and you kiss the smooth, shiny tip. It’s your turn to smirk when his lids open revealing eyes that are almost black. Opening your mouth, you stick out your tongue, letting it sweep around the head before licking up and down the length. 

“Mmm,” the vibrations from your lips tease his sensitive spot, “I think you’re right.” You take another long lick before finally taking as much of him as you can into the wet heat of your mouth, hollowing your cheeks while your hand works the base.

A groan rumbles from behind his clenched teeth, “Look at you,” he smooths some hair back from your face as you bob up and down on his cock, “I bet every man in this office wants to see you like this, but you’re mine,” his hips rise, fucking into your mouth, “They can’t have you.”

Sticking your tongue out, you let him use your mouth until your jaw starts to ache. He doesn’t stop flexing when you switch to your hand, licking at his slit, running your tongue along the underside until reaching the base to gently suck one of his heavy balls. 

“Christ,” his fingers tightly grip the leather arm of the chair as the precum starts leaking from his tip, and you move your mouth back up his shaft, collecting it before it drips. He sneaks a hand between you, rolling your nipple with the rough pads of his fingers, the zap of electricity that shoots to your core, highlighting how wet and needy you’ve become. 

Pulling back, you rise higher on your knees, smiling as you run your hands up from your hips to the softness of your chest. Steve’s breath hitches, and his lips part as you lean forward, fitting his cock in the valley of your breasts, pushing them together, bouncing them up and down his shaft.

“Jesus-fuck-baby,” his words string together, his hips jumping in the chair involuntarily. A whimper comes from you at the sight of his rudy leaking tip sliding up your chest, your tongue snaking out to chase it. 

“Fuck, that’s enough,” he pants, using his feet to push the chair back, the wheels squeaking. He stares at you breathing hard, and you know how wild you must look. Hair a mess. Lips red and swollen. Clothes open and askew.

“Bend over the desk. I want to feel you squeezing me when I cum.”

Desperation launches you both into a flurry. Steve stands quickly, shoving his pants further down his thighs, sending the desk chair careening backward into a bookcase. While you’re off the floor, positioning yourself over the polished wooden desk, tugging your skirt high around your waist, pushing back your hips, ready to take anything he’ll give you. 

“Plea‐”

“I’m here,” he wraps a hand around your thigh, bringing one of your knees to the edge of the desk, opening your sticky wetness to the cool air, “I won’t make you wait.”

With a hand around his base, he glides through your folds, back and forth, making you throb until his tip catches at your entrance and pushes in slowly, letting you feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him. Your muscles stretch and clench, trying to draw him in deeper. 

“That’s it, good girl. Take it all,” he groans, moving until he’s bottomed out and his hips are pressed tight against you. Through the thick fog of lust and need, there’s a brief moment spent savoring the connection before he begins to move in long, hard strokes, pulling out almost all the way before driving in with the snap of his hips. The desk jerks across the carpet, and an organizer falls, spilling its contents, pens embossed with Harrington roll under the furniture. White dots burst in your vision with every thrust. You’re burning for him. He struck the match the evening you met, and you’ll never have enough. 

“This is where I belong,” his hand slides around your hip, pressing down just above your pubic bone, feeling himself moving inside you, “Right here in your warm cunt. Want you to feel me for the rest of the day,” his fingers move lower until they’re drawing circles over your clit, “I need you to cum for me.” 

His rhythm picks up, making the fire burn hotter. Your body tightens, obeying him without giving you a choice. Twisting to look over your shoulder, you grab at his shirt, bringing him closer until your gasping mouths meet.

 “Anything,” it’s a whisper against his lips, a spark from the blaze.

“What, honey?” The question rises with the smoke.

“Anything you want.”

A line creases his brow, and there’s something behind his eyes, but it’s gone in an instant. He spins you back around, wrapping an arm around your middle, pulling your back flush against his chest, your knee falling from the desk. He’s holding you together when you’re so close to falling apart. His mouth moves up your neck to your ear.

“Just want this,” he adds more pressure to the hand working between your thighs. Tiny circles that feel closer to a cyclone, “Just want you,” he moves in short bursts like he can’t bear to leave, right at the edge, swelling inside you, “Always want you.”

You let go into the white-hot flame, but you’re not alone. It consumes you both. Crying out, you quake around him, feeling his hot release, hearing his satisfied groans. Your bodies writhe until all that’s left is embers. The wall clocks measured ticks seem louder, the only sound in the now quiet room apart from both of your shuddering breaths.

He presses a kiss to the silk covering your shoulder and begins slipping away. Your muscles contract in protest, trying to keep him longer, but he’s right. Once he’s gone, you can still feel him. He moves around you, helping you clean up, straightening the disarray.

“Why are you still here, Steven?” Lorna frowns disapprovingly at the way Steve is perched on the corner of her desk, with one of her picture frames in his hand.

“Is this your daughter?” 

She snatches the frame from his hand as you quietly make your way back from the restroom with all your buttons buttoned and hair smoothed back into place. Taking your seat you pick up the small stack of photocopies tapping them on the desk to straighten them. 

“Doesn’t your father need that file?” She questions.

“That’s right he does,” he snaps his fingers like he just remembered,” I better get going. I just didn’t want to leave this pretty girl all alone,” he looks over his shoulder at you, giving you a wink. She sighs loudly and goes about settling at her desk. 

The black and white images of his hands and your panties are hidden when you fold the papers into thirds before stuffing  them in an envelope and holding it in the air, waiting for him to come and take it from you. Looking smug, he wanders over collecting his prize from your outstretched hand.

“Listen,” he says, leaning close, keeping his voice low, “Can I take you out tonight? Buy you dinner?”

“Hmm, that depends, Steven,” you busy yourself with the files on the desk, “Is there going to be dessert?”

“I’ll pick you up at six,” the confident Harrington smile stretches across his face. He doesn’t say anything else, just a wave to Lorna as he disappears through the door, envelope in hand. Your eyes follow him through the window glass, watching as he ducks into his BMW and drives off.

“Ahem,” Lorna clears her throat, breaking you from your stare, “I’d nip that in the bud if I were you. That boy’s got a crush, and it’s gonna lead to nothing but trouble.”

“Of course,” you say, turning towards the screen of your word processor, fingers clicking across the keyboard as you type up a letter. Satisfied with your answer she goes back to her work. Glancing up at the clock, you count the hours until six, the ache between your thighs reminds you that trouble is exactly what you want.

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Secertary AU Masterlist Here

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Silly headcanon, but had JC been a bit more devious as a kid he’d have been able to convince WWX and most of the older guys of their generation to do most anything for him if he just called them gege. Unbind his hair, pout a bit, and call them gege and he could’ve had them wrapped around his fingers like SQQ does his sect mates.

the problem is this is exactly the behaviour that has JC threatening murder-suicide on a daily basis

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BTS in Order July Pt 2

From this bb playlist

June Pt 2 here

7.16 ggdd MOAR XUANWU CAVE. (A full hour of it) - Dd tries to show gg his legs - They tickle each other's knees. - Big hurt/comfort scene after they kill xuanwu - Wrapping gg in plastic wrap - BONDAGE CONVO

7.16 also some group scene on the blue screen set..dd blue robes. Nmj enters and everyone bows. - Gg tries to shush DD with a finger to his mouth, but DD just grabs his finger and keeps talking.

7.16 inside scene with ggdd jc and tied up xue yang. Bunch of cast gathered in circle going over the script. - Scene with ddgg jc and jl sitting in a row. Ggdd are glomped together. The camera focuses on jc and jl. In bg, DD lays flat on his back and then gg joins jc and jl's convo.

7.17 ggdd. Shirtless and wet DD scene, post-timeskip edition. - Gg helps(?) dd do shirtless pushups. - Then we are doing the wet scene for the cloud recesses era. - Gg makes his sword pee. Actually, he's just being incredibly cute throughout this scene. He's in a good mood. - Ah, I think he also injured his foot here? But the playlist doesn't have those clips. Iirc, DD initially teased gg for getting injured, then felt bad and apologized.

7.17 Ggdd outdoors evening. Director between them. Sunshot campaign era . They're talking thru a scene. - Both on the roof. - AND THEN ONLY DD IS ON ROOF AND HE'S TRYING SO HARD TO GET GG's ATTENTION (alt 7.21)

7.18 Dd w lxc at first. Then gg and jc join then. - Gg and jc stand across from DD and lxc between scenes. Gg and DD are chatting about something and gg points at jc at one point. When he sees the camera, he says go away in English a couple times, then puts his hand over the lens. - At one point, gg refers to some shot he took earlier and says DD should see it. Dd asks, "you love making me look at you this much?" - I've also seen this scene dated 5.22, but gg wasn't near that annoyed at the camera that early

7.18 ggdd blue screen set. Cloud recess costumes. - I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT WWX I'M TALKING ABOUT XZ. - Right before that is the clip where DD mouths "I like it" to gg and gg makes a weird face. - DD's v flirty this day. - Jc and wq join then on the blue screen set eventually. They're filming the caiyi demon bit. - Wq is telling something to jc and ggdd and they're all getting a laugh from it (I think she's talking about all the rumors about her). Gg eventually notices the camera and points at it in annoyance. - Ggdd do a complex mating dance of shoving their fans in each other's faces and contorting into odd poses.

7.18 ggdd have hot pot with other cast that night.

7.19 gg only. Wire work. - Falling to his death. - This has the clip of gg rolling his neck while ppl touch up his makeup and adjust wires and hold his fan and such. - And then his fall into burial mounds - Scene with jyl

7.21 ggdd in forest. DD blue robes - also has a big group cast/crew drone shot with the director holding a bunch of sunflowers. Not sure what the occasion is. - Oh, there's cake.

7.23 post time skip. TRASH BOYFRIEND - Gg gives DD gooey stare across the table - And then the WeChat for men + girl friend English jealousy conversation!

7.27 bazaar photoshoot and interview attempt (alt 7.28)

7.28 shared flight

7.29 another booting ceremony? (that is what it's called, right?) - Cloud recess lectures, classroom scene. - Yb and jc hop on one foot and try to knock into each other? 7.30 gg only. Outside. Filming fight between wwx and jc (played by a double). Gg leans back on wires and spins around

[leisdossier]

"real sweet but i wish you were sober"

How hard is it to navigate a single bathroom through a hallway filled with hormonal college students, wasting away their lives just for one night in a house party? Apparently, it's very hard according to Benji. Well, there's not just one but four other bathrooms scattered within the mansion, four of which Benji is still yet to find in his current tipsy state. He didn't want to drink so much because 1) he has a curfew and 2) he is not familiar with half of the people in this place except for CJ who invited him because he thought it was a good idea. God, where even is he?

Benji shook his head. He has to focus. He can't have his own line of sight fail him in finding some place to piss just because of some (definitely expensive) liquor he can't even name. A few stumbles here and a glare from a wasted stranger there, he finally found a vacant one. Fucking finally, some peace and quiet. The straight ass bland party music heard from every corner is starting to overwhelm him. He can't even enjoy it, not when his supposed "friend" is supposed to look out for him at least before he went his way and flirted with other people. Sighing to himself, he propped himself on the edge of the tub (these people are so rich, they can afford a tub. No wonder Eli despises them), thinking of what to do next: stay there or go home.

A loud bang and a barely-standing Clarence came stumbling in before he can even make a decision and proceeded to interrupt him. Everything went so fast, the taller falling on to his knees next to the toilet bowl, the older panicking, and a whole lot of puking. By a lot, I meant a lot lot. How the younger even got himself to be that wasted was beyond Benji but as the good person that he is, he crouches down to offer him water and pats his back in the process.

"Saan ka ba nagpupupunta? Bigla ka nalang nawawala tapos ngayon susuka-suka ka dito," he lightly scolded. "Last mo na yan ah, iuuwi na kita sa inyo."

"Hindi...pa ako..lashengngg..hhhh," CJ slurred in response, his back slumped against the wall. Benji rolled his eyes. Even in his drunken state, he's still a pain in the ass. "Wag ako, Ji. Lasing ka na." Then, they fell silent. "Kaya mo tumayo?" he asked. Clarence shook his head. Benji sighed again, "Okay. Tama na, 'di ka na babalik sa baba. Ako nalang magsasabi uuwi ka na," he instructed the other as he booked an Uber in advance while CJ tries not to gag again. Benji can't bring it in himself to even roll his eyes at the mess he made but instead, he tried to hoist the young boy up from the floor, his arm wrapping around the other's waist and Clarence's other arm thrown over his own shoulder.

Oh, the things he does for the sake of love friendship.

Stepping out of the car was one thing but dragging his (very) drunk companion up on the three flights of stairs right before their tall iron gate was deemed to be a task he would never take upon on himself alone ever again. Benji found himself heaving to catch his breath, pushing himself away from the younger for a bit. "Ji, andito na tayo. Pababa na daw si Kuya JC," he told him. Clarence lifted his head moments later and grumbled, "Mmmm..." "Ano?" He whispered. "Mmmm..."

The older's eyes widen as he felt an arm make its way to wrap around his torso, turning his head to the side only for him to blush profusely to find Clarence's face so close with his own. He looked so adorable with his eyebrows knitted together as if he was trying to figure out the face that is in front of him but Benji is more concerned with how fast his heart is beating against his chest, afraid it was so loud the younger can hear and feel it despite being in an intoxicated state.

Then, he giggled. "May nunal ka pala sha ilong...eheheh.." "Ji-" "Ssshhh," the younger put a finger on his lips to shush him. Then, he giggled again. Clarence looked up at him with a big grin on his face, something that Benji didn't know he needed before in his life no matter how hard he tried to deny his blooming not-so-platonic-feelings towards the boy. "Ang..gwapo mo.." "Like, shobra...y'know?" Oh, he still uses slang? "Minshan den...ang kyut kyut mo...para kang baby...baby ko...yiieeee." Clarence rambled. Benji snorted, inching away his face from the other but to no avail because the other keeps on pulling him closer. "Kung ano-ano nalang sinasabi mo. Parang wala namang nagbabago sayo, ang kulit mo pa din," he softly replied. Clarence paused as he pulled away abruptly made a noise, "Ayaw mo na ba shakin?..." "N-no! 'Di naman sa ganon..." Then, the younger grinned once again before leaning in. "Yun naman pala...eh."

They stood there idly, staring at each other's eyes in silence. It felt like time stood still. They didn't mind how cold it was, or how long they've been waiting there, or if CJ's older brother is going to open the gate any minute now to fetch their youngest. They didn't care. All that mattered was it was warm. It was warm hugging Clarence's lissome body. It was warm to be in Benji's embrace. It was warm and neither of them dared to pull away.

Clarence's eyes travelled down from his eyes and zeroed in on his lips, inching closer and closer than before. Benji gulped in nervousness. He doesn't know what to do. He can't pull away but he can't be seen being like this with the boy, not when they are just outside CJ's family home. Everything felt hot all of a sudden. This is it. It's finally happening.

The screeching noise of the iron gate opening snapped the both of them out of their trance, JC's head popping out seconds later. "Sorry, natagalan," he half-whispered. Benji used the last of his strength to pull away from Clarence and brought them back to a not-so-suspicious position before handing the younger to JC. "Okay lang po haha," he nervously laughed. "Sige, dalhin ko lang 'to sa kwarto niya then ihahatid na kita pauwi." "P-po? Naku, hindi na. Nakakahiya..." The oldest clicked his tongue. "I insist. Mabilis lang ako." "S-sige po."

Suddenly, he doesn't which one was worse: getting almost caught kissing by your crush friend's older brother or being sent home by the said brother personally after witnessing what could almost be the most horrifying moment ever known to man.

Benji would rather get eaten by the ground alive than choose.

The ride back home was quiet except for the soft hum of the late night radio playing in the car. Benji's hands are all clammy and he can't sit still. The only thing keeping him from his seat was the seatbelt strapped across his body and his unwavering determination to look straight ahead to avoid being questioned about what happened earlier.

JC broke the silence first, "It's okay, Benji. Relax ka lang. You don't have to explain anything to me," he said calmly. Benji's ears turned red. This is so embarrassing. "Kuya, it's not really what you think-" "I know."

"Well, I honestly don't care naman because that's between the two of you but," he sighed, "I-i just feel...indebted to you. For some reason." This intrigued the younger. "I know he's a lot of work and I'm grateful that you are there for him as well. I see that you mean so much to him, as you do with him, and there are things na ikaw lang ang nakakagawa. I can't even control him sometimes, to be honest lang," he chuckled. The other let out a small smile. He knows what he meant. "I- Thank you, really. I owe you a lot for sticking up with him. You're a good one, Benj," he turned to smile at him. "Pero syempre, that doesn't mean I'm going to let the two of you get wasted so often. Drink responsibly please," he jested. The younger chuckled. "We're here."

The car slowly went to a halt. Benji unbuckled and stepped out of the vehicle, "Thank you po ulit, Kuya JC. Sorry talaga sa abala." "Nah, you're good. You two have my blessing~" The older winked at him as he cackled at Benji's shocked face. "Sige na, good night. Rest easy, Benji." That was the last he heard from him before driving off.

It was safe to say he was left a bit puzzled more than he was worried that night. But one thing is for sure: JC already knows something is up and he is scared shitless.

[eenasbabysmom]

Okay but on the subject of ladies and also the juniors: remember how A-Yuan canonically had an older sister? LWJ adopts A-Yuan as per canon but JC finds her. Added stress for JC because she's old enough to remember her little brother and he canNOT have his daughter talking about the Wens in any capacity, particularly in front of any non Jiang. Maybe she's not even formally adopted just officially Some Kid bc hes afraid of drawing attention to her except shes so good she ends up Head Disciple

She finds the comb when she's nine. She's not supposed to play with the things in Baba's study because they could be important sect things. Baba reminds her of this a lot, but he also just sits there doing his paperwork while she wanders all over and touches anything that she can get her little hands upon. When biao-di is visiting, she has a partner to lift up to the harder to reach places. Baba watches, always watches, and never really stops them. When she is seven and biao-di is two, she starts suspecting that Baba is hiding interesting but harmless things around the study for them to find. After all, what kind of sect leader always has candy put out on his windowsill?

But the comb she doesn't find out and about, poorly hidden under books or behind table decorations. This is in Baba's desk, where he keeps all the really important things that he doesn't want her playing with. It's wrapped in a pretty silk handkerchief, next to the box that holds the black flute that she is definitely not supposed to touch.

(Baba had yelled and yelled the one time he found her holding it-yelled until he was red in the face and they were both crying. She never touched it again.)

She thinks it must be new, because she had never seen it before. She had seen the flute and the box many times over, because even if she doesn't touch it anymore, she can't help the desire to just look at it sometimes. The red tassel always holds her attention more than other parts-she looks at it and thinks about how silky and smooth the fringe feels. She knew what it felt like before she ever dared to pick it up; another memory she had to bury in her mind because it wasn't safe to remember.

(Baba will yell if she pokes or prods at those memories; it's not his angry yelling, but the same sort of yelling he did that time she broke her arm trying to prove to her shidis and shimeis that she could too jump high and land gracefully like her Baba. The kind that comes with tears and a few times with Healer Tan and Jiang Meixiu wrestling Baba into a sitting position, bent over with his forehead pressed to his knees while they forced him to get his breathing under control.

"Your Baba hates when he's reminded that there are still things for him to lose," Jiang Meixiu told her as Healer Tan's assistant cared for her arm. "Try not to remind him of it so often, Jiang-guniang.")

Baba finds her with the handkerchief disregarded on his desk, little fingers running over the ridges of the comb. She jumps when she notices him, feeling bad for being in his desk but feeling even worse for being caught. She tries to hides the comb in her hands, cups them around it and brings it against her chest. Baba looks at her, his face blank while he tries to settle on what emotion he should feel.

She bites her lip and tries to widen her eyes like biao-di does when he wants something. "It's pretty, Baba."

It takes a long time, but Baba blinks and she knows the storm passed by-that she is lucky this time.

"All right," Baba sighs, comes to sit beside her. He takes the comb from her hands and tugs her hair out of its braids even though it's not bedtime. She sits herself in front of him and lets Baba pull the comb through her hair, slowly and gently. When he's done and her hair is done up once again with her Jiang braids, he presses the comb into her hand. "It's probably right that you have it. It doesn't do anybody any good here."

She looks at it, red wood against the white of her palm. "Was it my mother's?"

Baba sighs, forces down a bout of yelling she's sure. "You know better than to ask, A-Li."

She does know better. Baba has never hesitated to tell her what would happen if she got too careless and people began to whisper. They already whisper, the stupidest things that made no sense. Some people say she's not an orphan, but that Baba had an affair when he was younger (Fifteen year old boys, they said with a chuckle, could be fathers. But that didn't mean they should be). Some went further, and whispered that she was actually Baba's half-sister. This went along with a lot of really terrible whispers about Baba's parents and their married life. These whispers would make Baba so mad that he would take to the training yards and spend hours destroying training mannequins with Zidian.

(The worst whispers were about that man, Baba's shixiong that no one was allowed to talk about. Some people dared to say she was that man's daughter and Baba went out with a group of disciples and Zidian for a few hours and when he came back there was blood splatter on his clothes.

There were, however, no more whispers about her and that man.)

She pockets the comb. "Sorry, Baba."

~*~

Jiang Meili loves her biao-di, even if he was terribly tempermental and bratty. Biao-di is like her Baba, spitting and hollering all day long. He would lash out when angry, but his anger didn't cut like Baba's did. At most it would bruise, a little, but never for long. For all that biao-di is like Baba, he is also himself. And at his heart, biao-di kind.

"Like your guma," Baba would agree when she would tease biao-di and pinch his cheeks and coo about his sweetness all while he stomped his feet and screamed that he wasn't a baby to be fawned over thus. And the mention of his mother would be enough to quiet biao-di, settle him into a hopeful quiet as he tried to will Baba to say something more, something at all about his mother. Sometimes he would, sometimes he wouldn't.

She hated that such a thing could make her so jealous. But she could never hold her anger against biao-di for too long. He was precious to her, the closest thing she would ever have to a sibling in this life. A little brother to love and treasure, and to protect.

She prays, all the time, that she would be better at protecting this little brother than she had been with the last. She prays, late at night where Baba can't hear her, prays for that little brother she lost, that his soul has made its way to the other family she lost, the ones she isn't allowed to name for Baba's fear for her safety. Sometimes, late at night, she whispers his name into her pillow and prays as hard as she can that wherever his spirit has gone, that there is someone there to hold him, to play with him, and keep him warm.

Some nights like this, she cries and hates her Baba for taking her away. He should have found her brother instead, should have brought him back to Lotus Pier and given him a new last name. Some nights she blames Baba for walking out of the Burial Mounds with only one child in his arms when there should have been two.

Other nights, she remembers that she lost her brother hours before Baba found her. That Baba had barely found her, didn't know that she had hidden her didi somewhere in that dark and dead forest. That she, even on the few times she convinced Baba to go back to find him, even if it was just his little body, couldn't remember where he had been hidden. Baba had only taken her twice, before saying they couldn't go again.

"You have to leave it alone, A-Li," he had told her, not quite evenly because she had been crying for so long that his patience was fraying. "You have to leave them all alone. It's not safe for you to be anything other than Jiang Meili."

She hates Baba a little then too, swallowing accusations that he still sees clearly in her eyes. Unspoken recriminations that start his blood to boiling. But she doesn't, couldn't, let herself speak those words to life. And Baba's anger builds and stews, but he keeps it firmly behind pinched lips and gritted teeth.

And she lets her didi go, because even if she hates him a little for it, Baba is right. She has to leave it alone, because the enormity of her loss has the potential to swallow her whole.

Jiang Meili wants to live because she's seen the alternative and it terrifies her.

~*~

She is thirteen the first time she actually meets Lan Sizhui, sporting the unfortunate courtesy name of Qinyang. Biao-di is in a similar state of disgust over Rulan. They have decided that they will be A-Ling and A-Li forever, but these official meetings often took that choice away from them.

And she is perhaps wrong to say that she meets Lan Sizhui. In truth, she meets Lan Jingyi, who is a minute away from being attacked by biao-di when she stumbles upon them in the back meadow of Cloud Recesses where they were most definitely not supposed to be. The bunnies that drawn them here all but scampered away when Lan Jingyi made an unfortunate remark about biao-di's mannerisms that had A-Ling ready to fight. She is tempted to break the little twit's nose, because no one is allowed to bother biao-di except for her, but A-Ling was becoming more and more insistent on fighting for himself these days. It has something to do with that distasteful Jin Chan from Lanling, she is sure of it.

Lan Sizhui arrives just when she is contemplating how to keep biao-di out of trouble while also shutting Lan Jingyi's mouth permanently. He tugs his friend away with gently reminders about rules and protocols (one of which being that he shouldn't invite people not allowed in the back meadow and if he was going to do that anyway, maybe not fight with them immediately upon arrival). She curls a hand into the back of biao-di's robes and tugs him not so gently backwards. As he spits and hisses at her, she reminds him that Baba would definitely hear about it if he got into a fight with a Lan disciple in the middle of the Cloud Recesses and biao-di is due to come back to Lotus Pier after they leave Gusu, so there would be no hiding behind Jin zongzhu.

When the dust settles, the four of them look at each other across a short distance. Lan Jingyi and biao-di are still bristling and she and Lan Sizhui are failing not to laugh at them. It's Lan Jingyi who looks darkly at his friend and then at her . . . and then back at his friend, a confused frown replacing his previous glare. His head snaps back and forth a few times, mouth opening and closing before his anger is obviously forgotten and pure confusion settles in.

"You do kind of look alike," biao-di remarks later on, when they're hiding in their guest rooms and pretending like they hadn't wandered off to restricted areas while Baba had been busy being sect leader. She scoffs at him, but he persists. "Lan Sizhui was adopted into the Lan sect; he was an orphan just like you. Maybe you guys are related or something."

She gives an inelegant snort that covers the flare up of hysteria enough that biao-di doesn't notice. She tells him not to be stupid, and then he's distracted because squabbling always distracts him. He doesn't mention it again, not even the next day, but the idiot pulls it out on the last day.

"Don't you want to know?" he pokes ignorantly at the bleeding wounds of an older sister who lost a younger brother too many years ago for it to make a difference if she finds him now.

She tells him, and herself, that no, she doesn't want to know. Because knowing is terrifying-because knowing means letting someone else know her secret, because knowing might mean exposing his secret. Knowing might bury Jiang Meili in a shallow grave that Baba could never resurrect her from.

When they leave Cloud Recesses, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi bow to Baba and the Jiang contingent from behind him. Jiang Meili bows along with her sect siblings and biao-di and tries very hard to act like the way Hanguang Jun stares at her is not unnerving in the slightest.

~*~

She is nineteen when that man comes back and blows everything to shit.

"Don't curse," Baba barks at her, and she ignores him because Baba is one to talk. The adults collectively lose their minds over the 'is he-isn't he' debate and Jiang Meili trots after her trouble-magnet biao-di like her very insides weren't tangled into hundreds of painful knots. Things get very bad, very quickly, and she forgets that she's supposed to dislike Hanguang Jun because he's rude to her family and forgets that she supposed to hate that man because he killed guma and made biao-di an orphan. She forgets these things that she's supposed to be feeling and sometime between watching that man pull her biao-di out of a dirt wall that nearly swallowed him whole and watching her Baba fight the thing that couldn't be her Ning-shushu because she was adopted daughter of Jiang zongzhu and most definitely not an orphan Wen-girl that he pulled out of the Burial Mounds when he was half-mad with grief and she half-dead from hunger and cold-

Sometime between all that, she forgets all the things she's supposed to think and feel and let's herself just feel what she actually feels and think what she actually thinks.

Days after the mess of Guanyin Temple, she takes the red comb to Baba, presses it into his hand, and seats herself before his bed in the infirmary, back to him as she waits. It takes a very long time before she feels the touch of his fingers in her hair, pulling out her purple ribbon and undoing her Jiang braids. The comb slides through her hair and she closes her eyes and doesn't say anything about the tears that drop onto the top of her head or the way Baba's hands shake as he pulls the comb through her long hair.

"My name is Jiang Meili," she says into the quiet of the infirmary, and Baba's hands falter briefly before resuming their task. "My name is Jiang Meili and I am the daughter of Jiang zongzhu. But my name is also Wen Ming, and I know where my brother is. Baba-please."

Baba doesn't respond right away. He redoes her braids, gathers her hair into a ponytail and ties it off with her purple ribbon. Then he sits, his silence heavy and oppressive and her leg shakes and her heart thumps and-

The red comb is handed back, and a sigh, for once one that doesn't speak of barely restrained yelling, ruffles the baby hairs at the nape of her neck.

"All right," Baba says, hands pressing down on her shoulders as her father leans on her briefly before pushing himself up and out of his sickbed. "All right, A-Li."

~*~

She lost her brother in the dead forests of the Burial Mounds when she was five years old.

She is nineteen when she embraces him again, in the middle of the docks of her Lotus Pier, under the watchful eye of her Baba and his.

"Jiejie," is whispered into her neck, the dampness of free-falling tears on the skin there.

"Didi," is returned, also in a whisper, and she holds her brother, gathering the tiny fragments of her family that her heart had always carried and firmly pressing them back together, into a new and wonderful form.

Somewhere to the side, Baba's shixiong greets him and Baba greets his shixiong and the sun shines so bright she is nearly blinded.

~*~

[sssrha]

transcription of slides under the cut:

[SLIDE 1] the vibes ao3’s top 9 mdzs ships give me (a really stupid thing i made on a lazy saturday)

[SLIDE 2] wangxian: the wholesome canon relationship (with a hint of spice)

ok maybe calling the union between a demonic cultivator and a secret sex fiend “wholesome” isnt exactly accurate…but that’s where the “hint of spice” comes in

other than that tho? i remember seeing a meme somewhere about wangxian and sangcheng and wangxian was described as “domestic gays with a house and a white picket fence and two kids” and honestly? yes 

not that they cant be freaky. id say their particular brand of freakiness is vaguely surrealist suburban horror. make of that what you will

[SLIDE 3] xicheng: either its “pair the spares” or just about trauma

their dynamic is 500% “karen/enabling husband” but like in a good way

objectively the best-dressed couple you will ever meet. like seriously why are you even trying? theyve got you beat

jc would own a flower shop and punch you in the face for saying a single bad thing about his flowers. lxc would own a tattoo parlor and hand you a lollipop and tell you how proud he is of you for not crying while he gave you a tattoo

they dont strike me as a “every evening we relax and watch the sunset” type of relationship B U T every other week they go stargazing with a detailed map of the night sky

[SLIDE 4] xiyao: either a) the angst of betraying/being betrayed or b) the angst of killing/being killed

high society gays. they would both unironically wear tuxedos to a mcdonalds. lxc would see it as a fun couples thing and jgy would do it to assert his dominance

i swear they would be among the smiliest of the major couples. only one of them would give you a happy smile

dont mess with them. no like dont mess with any of the couples but so far jgy is the first one who would make your life living hell and keep you around long enough to suffer the consequences

[SLIDE 5] sangcheng: being simultaneously over- and underestimated

i saw a meme about sangcheng and wangxian where sangcheng was described as something along the lines of “wine aunt and vodka uncle” and honestly? yes

they’re both human disasters. nhs would have various splotches of color on his clothes and you cant tell if it was intentional or if theyre actually stains. jc is very neat and organized but will have a mental breakdown at the slightest inconvenience

sometimes they just sit down across from each other and. cry. its how they bond

idk why it popped into my head but they’re both ace Because I Said So

[SLIDE 6] xuexiao: cute domesticity but also murder

i refuse to believe that xy is anything but unhinged in every universe. whether or not thats a good thing is up to you

xy could and would murder you in your sleep and not feel bad about it until xxc told him off. even then he might still decide it was worth it

xxc doesnt exactly know about The Murder Stuff(TM) but he knows some shit is off but he trusts xy enough to not comment on it

they would meet and hook up in a bar and mutually decide that they may as well stay together for the rest of their lives the next morning

[SLIDE 7] xuanli: the token straights (but also? theyre really cute???)

i did not expect them to be as cute as they were but here i am

anyway jyl has jzxuan wrapped around her little finger and shes just too nice to use that to her advantage

if jyl asked jzxuan for some chocolate jzxuan would just buy her the entire hershey company and forget to give her an actual chocolate bar and jyl is too sweet to actually say anything about it

they would definitely have like 20 children. theyd fucking love being parents. the moment having another child became dangerous theyd start adopting left and right. theyre rich they can afford it and their hearts are big enough for all their kids so why would they not?

[SLIDE 8] songxiao: childhood friends to lovers AND perfect power couple

i know they have more nuance than this but i cant help but think of them as The Perfect Couple(TM)

not shipping-wise!! i mean like. theyre both law-abiding citizens. their house looks like a model house. theyre dressed super neat and handsomely. they both know cpr and first aid and one of them is a lawyer and the other is an award winning writer. idk who is who but yk.

they are who people call to deal with problems instead of the police and they delight in that fact. that is what i mean by them being The Perfect Couple(TM)

[SLIDE 9] chengxian: disasters through and through

uhh i am going to be spending the entirety of this slide ignoring the fact that i personally consider them siblings

they would live in a dingy studio apartment in the heart of a city and theyd both never be home

theyre both super fucking rich but theyd never have any money on hand so dont be surprised if they just starve out on the street one day because theyre just that stupid

they collectively have the self esteem of rotting cabbage but theyre keeping themselves and each other alive purely out of spite and sheer force of will

[SLIDES 10] nielan: childhood friends to lovers AND himbo power couple

psst heres a secret: neither of them are actually himbos

H O W E V E R they both 500% pretend they are. they intentionally act as stupid as possible just for the fun of it

the best part is when they stop acting stupid when something important happens. crouching-moron-hidden-badass at its finest

also the older brother energy is overflowing. it does not matter who you are or how old you are. if you meet them then youre going to walk away with two new big brothers

[SLIDES 11] the end (unless i gather the willpower to make a part 2)

[tangledinmdzs]

Hey, I have no idea if I'm doing this correctly but can you please write how XY, JGY, JC and XXC would behave with a really close friend or even a s/o who is extremely caring?

you can skip this if you feel uncomfortable writing abt this subject, please take care of yourself!

this is cute! i’ve actually written a very similar request for meng yao that you can find here

i’ll be adding on the other characters now!

enjoy~

+*:ꔫ:*﹤　　﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

Xue Yang

Xue Yang remembers everything that happens to him for the first time

and right now, 

sat under a naked tree on a hot, sweltering afternoon

with you’re leaned in front of him, 

dabbing the sweat from his brow

Xue Yang remembers

he watches you,

the funny concentration that you have on your face,

the way you have your sleeve wrapped up with the inside out, the softer material showing

how you use it to dab, almost feather light at his brow

Xue Yang blinks languidly, as your robe sleeve travels down his face, right under his chin to catch another drop of perspiration

when you share your water with him soon after,

Xue Yang has already engrained the scent of you

where your robe sleeves had lingered against his face

Jiang Cheng

it is just a graze, nothing that could have caused him immediate danger

but perhaps, because there was such a large stain of blood on his side, from carrying an inner disciple home

and the hems of his purple robes were splattered with mud and dirt

that you had acted the way that you did,

it is just a graze on his shoulder, 

where the bird demon had swooped in for a kill that it didn’t finish

it was nothing serious

but you look close to crying as you open the ointment to apply on his wound 

“i can do it myself,” Jiang Cheng begins but you simply ignore him, as you’ve gotten very good at 

you’re just his assistant, his personal assistant, but nonetheless still

perhaps he’d been too soft with you

“you can’t reach this anyhow,” you tell him softly, going to sit behind him 

he feels you lower the top of his robes,

just enough 

and then the coolness of the balm, and the delicate way that your fingers spread it against the burning wound

it is just a graze, 

but with the care and gentleness that he receives from you

he already feels better tenfold

Xiao Xingchen

Xingchen had always done everything by himself,

as a rogue cultivator, that was his lifestyle

as of recently becoming blind,

he only had his other senses to rely on 

Xingchen has not been cared for in a long time

because he could take care of himself just fine

yet when you stumble into his life,

a rogue cultivator injured, picked up on the way

and somehow simply chose to stay

Xingchen finds someone to rely on for the first time

and ever since he’s been blind, Xingchen had always changed the wrapping of his wounds himself

but on a foggy morning, 

where the sky is grey and little light peaks through

Xingchen beckons your help

and though he should feel vulnerable as you untie the white wrapping around his eyes and see his scars, his hurt

he doesn’t

just feels warm at the gentleness that you use as you change the wrapping,

the softness of your skin as your fingers brush against his cheek

and begins to get used to how your hand lingers at the back of his head

[angstymdzsthoughts]

Over MXY's time at Jinlintai, JC would often visit JL and realize how much MXY resembled WWX. Having a lot of anger and unresolved sexual tension towards his one-time shixiong, JC coerced and threatened MXY into a clandestine sexual relationship, often calling him "Wei Wuxian" while taking him roughly. JC continues to visit him in Mo Manor even after he's been banished from Jinlintai, driving MXY to the edge much sooner.

When MXY performs the Sacrificial Ritual, he has one additional wish - For WWX to kill JC, penning a letter to WWX of what JC had done to him over the years, using him as a proxy to WWX the same way he tortured and killed many innocent people in the name of hunting down demonic cultivators. After all, hadn't Sect Leader Jiang been the one who killed WWX, he thought. This way, both of them would get their revenge.

"Wei Wuxian!" Jiang Cheng growled.

They were alone for the first time since Wei Wuxian's return and he didnts see the point in denying it.

"Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian said back. He reached into his sleeve and wrapped his fingers around the bloodied letter he had found when he woke up in that shed. The only explanation for the still open cut on his arm.

He hadn't believed it when he first read it. He still hoped that all of it was a lie created by a delusional young man. But he had to know.

He pulled out the letter. "Did you do it?" he asked. He couldn't look at Jiang Cheng. "Everything he wrote in the letter... did you do it?"

Jiang Cheng snatched the letter from his hand and began to read. Wei Wuxian had read it a hundred times already and had memorized each word. The killing of demonic cultivators he could understand. The years of sexual assault on a boy that started before he was even an adult? The claim that Jiang Cheng called out Wei Wuxian's name while doing it? It sickened him to the core.

And the look on Jiang Cheng's face told him that it was true.

-

I can still see WWX being super reluctant to kill JC even after this. LWJ would have to pull a NHS and force WWXs hand or help him kill JC before the ritual killed him. WWX may never forgive him for it, but he will be alive and that's all that mattered.

[rhysiana]

Untamed Romcom AU Chain

Over on Twitter the other week, @iamwestiec wrote me a tiny little fic about modern AU Jiang Cheng finally taking a vacation, and it reminded me of a Sangcheng idea I’d had a while ago based on the premise of a cute Jackie Lau romcom novel. (Her books are great mind candy full of diverse characters, many of Chinese heritage, and heavily feature the Toronto food scene, so do not read while hungry.) This then turned into ideas for a chained set of hypothetical modern AU Untamed fics. (There are three; I’m going to post the next two as additions.)

First “book”:

Premise: An overworked CEO is put on mandatory vacation by his family and doesn't know what to do, so he hires a person he noticed really savoring things at the coffee shop to teach him how to enjoy life.

And I just think: Sangcheng. NHS is definitely the kind of person who would jump at the chance to get paid to not go to work and hang out with a very rich guy in his swanky apartment, teaching him about the local food scene beyond what his PA orders for lunch meetings.

They are going to do tasting menus! Go to museums and weird little art galleries and art installations along the river that may or may not be officially sanctioned! A whole day at the bird sanctuary! (The only day NHS allows them to leave the house early.)

It's all fun and games for NHS, he's doing *so well* not developing a crush on this overly serious but very hot man, until his family comes for an unannounced visit to make sure he's not sneaking work during his vacation and he witnesses JC with a-Ling. NHS doesn't even want kids! But the way that child has JC wrapped around his finger with a single "jiujiu" is too much!

He'd call Dage to complain about it but he can already hear the lecture about his lack of self-preservation skills when NMJ learns he's living with a stranger for 2 weeks.

Jiang Cheng, meanwhile, is experiencing... emotions... about watching NHS enjoy stuff. Which is exactly what he wanted! But it also seems like a lot! Surely most people don't, like, *feel* so much in the normal course of the day? (Feelings that aren't annoyance???)

Eventually there's a serious conversation on the couch late at night where NHS talks about how aimless he's always felt, and how hard that is with an older brother so full of purpose and drive ("a lot like you, really"), so he taught himself to really enjoy small things. JC, in turn, admits he never really felt like he had a choice about his job/future, he just had to fulfill family expectations. He's good at it, sure, but he's never figured out how to enjoy things, so he just works all the time and hopes it will someday be enough.

Outings after that feel a lot more like dates, but they're both aware of the end of their time together, and JC doesn't want to say anything because he's sure he'll revert to spending 12+ hrs/day at the office, so what would be the point?

I think the resolution would have to be something like: Idyllic bubble time comes to an end, but JC finds himself constantly distracted thinking about NHS. He holds himself back because surely NHS is back to enjoying his great life without some grumpy uptight jerk in it.

WWX tells him he's being an idiot, which he promptly ignores, but then JYL follows it up with a sweetly reasonable reminder that making himself miserable isn't actually a requirement. The company is doing well, their parents are more than comfortably retired, he can do this.

NHS, meanwhile, is pining and miserable on Dage's couch and NMJ doesn't know what to do about it. Something something JC turns up with flowers at NMJ's door and asks NHS out for real. He learns to balance his time, they go on many dates (& vacations!) and live happily ever after.

(I very cleverly and totally intentionally set this up for NHS to live a wonderful trophy spouse/supported artist life. Good job, me. We will now assume this is what's happening in the background of the loosely chained sequel romance following Nielan's get-together, probably.)

[Part 2: Nielan]

[Part 3: Wangxian]

[huntingingoodwill]

p, r, and w for our crazy straw man jonathan crane :^)

thank u so much!! what a crazy straw man he is

send me a character + a letter from the yan alphabet !

tw (i did not project this to be so long and so angsty and bc of the yan nature of these asks i've written him displaying a lot of shitty manipulative scarecrow behaviour): stalking, abduction, emotional manipulation, inflicting physical pain

patience: how patient are they with their darling?

jc has patience in spades. guy has 4 jobs and they all require that quality. he knows how to bide his time (he wouldn't have been able to spend hours crouching in darling's closet if he didn't) and how to keep his cool. there are moments where he snaps in short, volatile outbursts after ages of patience, dragging them away to put them in their place. otherwise, he'll sit patiently and observe with that condescending look until darling comes around and apologizes to him, all pouty and affectionate, which he gets a real kick out of. dude sits there expressionless until darling hugs him, and he very slowly wraps his arms around them like it's a gracious gift but on the inside he's sighing in relief and smiling

regret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

jon has moments of clarity where it pains him to realise how he's hurt you, and he'd wonder what kind of life you'd have if he'd had the self-control to leave you alone. he'd feel guilty, but convince himself to push it aside like "i'm protecting them, the world is so horrible, i'm helping them by keeping it out." it would take A LOT of mental manipulation on darling's part to convince him to let them go. he acts all sorts of stone cold, especially at first, but he has a soft spot for them. he'd maybe, begrudgingly let them go, after a few too many nights watching their eyes glaze over like they're thinking of being far, far away from him or listening to them cry when they think he's asleep. they've learnt to be happy with him but the gravity of what he did to them hits them uncontrollably sometimes. but he'll always stick around to watch over them, like the shittiest guardian angel ever, the type that follows you down the street and looks at you longingly from your closet. this was dark. i hate it. okay.

wit's end: would they ever hurt their darling?

some of his shows of affection cause a little pain, but it's all in good fun, light biting, scratching, stuff like that. it would take a huge amount of pushing to get him to the moment of extreme rage it would take him to actually hurt them, and he'd regret it so so much, very likely to fall at their feet crying. he was supposed to protect them from the pain of the world but he was inflicting it onto them, yk? feelings, however, he does with more ease. he knows what makes them tick and though he feels sorry, he takes it as a side effect of keeping him close to them. he mostly does this in moments of desperation when he feels them slipping through my fingers by abba, and prods at them then presents himself as a shoulder to cry on. though i mentioned he wouldn't cause them physical hurt, i imagine in moments of overwhelming anger he'd just watch quietly as darling lashed out and then grip onto their arm, digging his fingernails into them, not letting go until they stop.

[vrishchikawrites]

Hello, this is the prompt I wanted to send you.

WangXian fic set during the sunshot compaign after one of their famous fights. They stumble upon an array that shows the future and It activated when WWX touched it. The array started showing glimpses of married and in love WX going on dates (yunmeng date), night hunting together, kissing, pillowtalks and aftercare, adopting children, teaching at the CR... YLLZ! WWX feeling jealous and bitter and not understanding why. The reveal that LWJ's husband is WWX, his falling out with the Jiang sect and JC's role in his death. Basically a fic where YLLZ! WWX finds out that after all these hardships he is finally going to be happy, have his own family and be with the love of his life where he is loved, cared for, respected and appreciated. And longing to have that future with LWj.

It can be a fix it fic with a happy ending please.

Posted on Ao3 here

Alternating POV - Wei Wuxian - Lan Wangji - Wangxian - A bit angsty with happy ending - Mature. Betaed by Moonyju.

I hear your heart beating in your chest

Wei Wuxian isn't the one to dwell on the past or look towards the future. He lives every day as it comes and faces every challenge without carrying burdens forward.

He has never planned for his future, not really. Some vague dreams here and there, but nothing real. Wei Wuxian learned at the tender age of four that the future is unpredictable. One day you wake up to your mother's warm smile and your father's gentle words. The next day, you have lost those things forever. Life has proven this to him repeatedly.

Future is uncertain, present is the only certainty Wei Wuxian believes in.

So, when he and the illustrious Second Jade of Lan stumble into an array while rescuing a few civilians. An illusion of sorts surrounds him, obscuring the real world outside the array. He doesn’t pay much attention to what it reveals. Instead, he focuses his attention on the array itself, carefully examining its intricacies. A single glance is enough to tell it is some sort of temporal array, a shade of what cultivators use for preservation purposes. But it also seems to have some form of an illusionary element to it. He tilts his head to the side and crouches down to study it.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan calls, almost in warning but Wei Wuxian is content to ignore him for once. Lan Zhan has always drawn too much of his attention and it rankles now more than ever.

Another quarrel, another needless argument about Wei Wuxian not understanding the depth and implications of his actions. Sometimes he wonders if Lan Zhan intends to sound as dismissive or haughty as he does when he confronts him about Mo Dao. He likes to believe Lan Wangji is above such petty things, but the man’s dogged refusal to accept Wei Wuxian’s path and his relentless quest to fix something that can’t be fixed is getting on his last nerve.

“Wei Ying,” He looks up at the sharp tone, meeting a pair of golden eyes in question only to be arrested by something akin to embarrassment tinting Lan Zhan’s stoic features. He glances towards the illusion and stills, somewhat stunned by the scene before him.

It is Lan Zhan. Or a version of him. He’s broader, with more mature features and a much sharper gaze. But that’s not the most astonishing thing, no.

Lan Zhan is… kissing someone.

It is someone shorter than him, with long hair tied up and away from a fairly pretty face. Wei Wuxian eyes the way Lan Zhan cradles the face and guides it towards his kisses, gentle and full of affection.

It entrances him for a moment. He can’t help but stare at the scene, taking in how Lan Zhan seems to lean in again and again, to press closer like he can’t get enough. His heart races and he doesn’t really understand why it is suddenly so…

“Wei Ying!” He drags his eyes away from the illusion and looks at his Lan Zhan, who seems increasingly flustered despite the relatively calm expression on his face. His ears are bright red and he’s pointedly not looking in the illusion’s direction.

He smiles teasingly, “Aiya, Lan Zhan, it looks like the older version of you is more relaxed.”

“It is a trick.” Lan Zhan protests immediately but Wei Ying dips his eyes down to scan the array again and shakes his head. There are several clues that highlight the array’s purpose clearly. Lan Zhan is no less knowledgeable than he is so he must see it too.

The denial is already fading from the Second Jade’s features and Wei Wuxian stands up, brushing his knees absently. He glances at the illusion and feels something strange pool in his stomach, something like dread, when he sees the pair again. Lan Zhan is pressing the strange person to the tree behind them, pinning her- no-

He peers closer, swallowing when Lan Zhan’s hand disappears into the person’s robes. Lan Zhan’s… companion is clearly not a woman, that much was apparent at first glance. But it is even more apparent when those robes fall open under Lan Zhan’s questing fingers.

Somehow, that feels worse.

He struggles to maintain his composure and fixes a grin on his face, “Well-” The scene shifts abruptly and Wei Wuxian barely withholds a gasp, his eyes immediately drawn to the older Lan Zhan’s peaceful face. He’s sleeping, his arms wrapped loosely around the same companion from before. The room around them seems like it is in Cloud Recesses, perhaps Lan Wangji’s home?

His eyes turn back towards Lan Wangji and he takes a careful breath, heart aching for some reason. He pointedly doesn’t look at the man’s companion and silently turns to look at the array again. The time element is solid, undisturbed and clean. More than a simple illusion, a clear glimpse of the future.

But…

He looks up and the scene has changed again. Lan Wangji is with that man again. They stand side by side and the man is leaning against the Second Jade brazenly but Lan Wangji doesn’t seem to mind. He has his hand low on the man’s back, a gesture that reads distinctly possessive. The scene wouldn’t be out of place in any family. There’s a husband, there’s a wife, there’s a child clinging to the wife’s robes, and there’s a young man standing before them with a smile that speaks of affection.

The array seeks to show people a glimpse of their future. Lan Zhan is seeing his life as a settled man of a good family.

Wei Wuxian doesn’t exist.

He takes a careful breath as that thought settles in his mind. He has always known his path is treacherous but something in him burns to see life move on so peacefully without him.

The world has never had much space for him. When he was a child, no one had space to let him rest. As a youth, his place at the Lotus Pier was small, surrounded by thorns. The space keeps shrinking and shrinking ever since he stepped out of the Burial Mounds. He imagines at some point it will vanish altogether and Wei Wuxian will be forced to vanish with it.

Melancholy doesn’t suit him but the ache of it strikes him powerfully now.

The sight of Lan Zhan moving on – they’re not even friends, what does he need to move on from? – shatters something in him.

He can’t summon a smile.

Wei Wuxian locks his jaw and ignores his racing heart as the scene goes on. The young boy saying something to Lan Wangji’s partner and the partner grinning in response.

Lan Wangji’s expression is soaked in affection, despite how stoic it appears. The corners of his mouth are softer and there’s a fond light in those golden eyes. Wei Wuxian has never seen something so beautiful.

He watches as the young man leans down and plucks the child off the ground and carries him away, both of them waving to Lan Wangji and his partner until they’re out of sight.

Wei Wuxian’s heart shudders when Lan Wangji discreetly pulls his partner closer and buries his nose in his hair, expression content.

Suddenly, it is unbearable.

He brings his thumb to his mouth, ready to tear into his flesh and disrupt the seal with his blood. It would take very little to get them out of here safely. Lan Zhan has seen enough good things about his life, there’s no need to linger.

No need for him to find out that Wei Wuxian wouldn’t exist during this peaceful time. He knows the man cares about him enough to be upset if he is lost.

Just as he’s about to bite into his thumb, fingers wrap around his wrist tightly.

Wei Wuxian looks up to see Lan Zhan gazing at him with wide, stunned eyes.

```

Wangji accepts what is happening almost immediately after Wei Ying shakes his head. He has always had a more intuitive understanding of spells and talismans. It is rare for Wei Ying to be mistaken in such matters.

So, this is his future. A glimpse of things that will happen a few decades down the line. Wangji is uncertain what to make of it. His ears feel warm as he witnesses the intimacy between partners. There’s enough affection written on his older self’s face to know the relationship is real.

He looks at his… companion. He doesn’t lack beauty. A delicate countenance, inky black hair, and a pleasing form. He looks almost alarmingly similar to Wei Ying, with only small differences. There’s an echo of Wei Ying in his smile and even the way he tosses his head back and laughs reminds Wangji strongly of the man beside him.

Only Wei Ying has never looked at him like that. This man’s face is flushed with passion, lips bitten red by his partner’s kisses. There’s a teasing sparkle in his eyes that makes his breath still in his chest for a moment. It reminds him of the expression Wei Ying wore all those years ago when they ran across the rooftops in Cloud Recesses.

How… is it possible for this man to be so similar?

He glances down at the array, trying to decipher what it seeks to accomplish. Wangji has never seen anything like it but there are enough familiar elements in it to deduce its purpose. It is clearly designed to show them their future, to create a sort of mirror that reflects images of their future life into the past.

Wangji tears his eyes away and turns to Wei Ying, a few questions already forming in his mind.

Wei Ying’s expression arrests him.

Wangji stills, unable to move his gaze away from Wei Ying’s face. There’s something bitter about his grimace and flinty in his eyes. He watches the scene with an almost animal expression, lips pursed in displeasure – furious – Wangji realizes with an indrawn breath.

For a short, heartbreaking moment, he fears it is disapproval, disgust for a cutsleeve relationship.

That impression doesn’t last.

Wei Ying’s hand goes briefly to his chest and something very much like open, raw pain crosses his face, wiping away the anger. The expression… is nothing close to disgust.

It is a short, unguarded moment and it ensnares Wangji completely. His heart races in his chest as several realizations happen in an instant.

Wei Ying is an ever-smiling sprite, mischievous as they come. He rarely shows any true sorrow and Wangji has only seen him show true anger three times over their acquaintance. It is easy to become convinced that nothing can touch the formidable Wei Wuxian. But standing there, looking at Wangji’s future with a bitter expression, Wei Ying seems shattered.

The expression is devastatingly open. In that instant, Wangji has no problem understanding Wei Ying better than he has ever before.

Wei Ying’s expression twists before every inch of vulnerability is gone from his face. It is wiped clean and almost cold, colder than he has ever seen Wei Ying be. He locks his jaw and brings his hand to his mouth, his movements stiff and sharp.

Wangji shoots forward, wrapping his fingers around Wei Ying’s wrist. He feels the pulse hammering under his fingers and his own heart races in an echo of it. Wei Ying’s eyes are sharp and defensive, hiding the pain that Wangji had glimpsed clearly before.

In contrast, Wangji feels almost breathless with elation, “Don’t,” he says, pulling Wei Ying’s hand away from his mouth. His hand doesn’t shake but he feels shaken. Wei Ying scowls at him, which is also something he has never done, “Don’t.”

“Lan Wangji,” Wei Ying says curtly, “This isn’t for me to see and we have seen enough. Let go.”

Wangji tightens his fingers, unwilling to let go. He studies Wei Ying’s face carefully, finding it unreadable once again. In fact, Wei Ying is uncharacteristically quiet, not teasing him about his future partner, not commenting on the cutsleeve relationship, not even mentioning his older self’s appearance.

The silence speaks loudly.

'Don't nurture foolish hope,' Wangji thinks to himself but it grows in him anyways. It is strange that a single glimpse of an unguarded emotion is enough to alter Wangji’s perspective so much, but it does and now he isn’t inclined to let the matter go.

“Don’t destroy the array,” He requests, “Something isn’t right.” Wei Ying should be present. The array shouldn’t focus on Wangji’s future only. He doesn’t know who the strange man is but he can’t imagine being with anyone but Wei Ying.

Is his heart so fickle? Can it stray from Wei Ying that easily?

It is unsettling to consider it.

“We can figure it out once we’re away from this illusion,” Wei Ying says, making a visible effort to muster his usual nonchallance but Wangji sees they way his eyes flicker away, looking at the couple in the illusion briefly before glancing down at the array like he can’t stand the sight of it.

“Wei Ying-”

“Aiya, er-gege, what are you doing to your poor Wei Ying?”

Wangji glances sharply at the illusion as Wei Ying stills, his arm going tense in his grasp.

The pair in the illusion are now closer and somehow their conversation is audible. The voice is strange but the cadence and rhythm is entirely Wei Ying, teasing, playful, pleasant.

Wangji’s grip tightens as he sees his future self pull his companion onto his lap, a spare Lan forehead ribbon in his grasp. It has the clan markings, it belongs to a clan member but Wangji’s ribbon is already on his forehead.

He swallows and feels the pulse beating against his fingers speed up as his future self wraps the ribbon around his partner’s forehead.

“Wei Ying must wear it for today’s ceremony,” His older self says and his Wei Ying sucks in a sharp breath, his hand going lax in surprise, “Xiongzhang has requested it.”

“Well, if Xichen-ge has requested it, this one must obey,” Wei Ying sounds… happy. And it is Wei Ying. The face is different but the smile, full of mischief and life, is the same.

“What… is this?” His Wei Ying asks, baffled. He looks down to study the array more keenly, trying to determine why the illusion looks different.

Wangji is hearted to see the stiffness of his features melt into curiosity, “Lan Zhan, why would the array alter my appearance and not yours?” He asks, no longer attempting to pull away from Wangji.

The illusion is still playing in the background, showing what will happen several years down the line. But Wangji isn’t curious now. The present is so much more interesting.

Wei Ying is looking at the array, the conversation in the background is cheerful, full of intimacy and affection, the pulse against his fingers is still beating rapidly.

There’s a flush crawling up Wei Ying’s neck.

Wangji observes. He sees the blush crawl further and settle on Wei Ying’s cheeks. He sees teeth digging into soft lips, anxious. He sees eyes flicker towards him, towards the illusion, before moving away.

‘How can I bear it,’ He asks himself and gives in. He pulls the hand in his grasp to his mouth, pressing his lips against the center of Wei Ying’s palm and closing his eyes.

---

Wei Ying fears his heart will fail if this continues. The lively chatter of a couple in love surrounds them and his Lan Zhan is pressing his precious face against Wei Ying’s hand, cool but utterly content. The feel of his petal-soft lips against the rough skin of his palm is enough to drive him to distraction.

He doesn’t know how to react or what to say. He doesn’t want to pull his hand away but there’s a strange, almost unsettling sensation low in his stomach, not unpleasant, but very unfamiliar. Wei Ying has flirted with people before but he has never felt any true attraction towards them.

But the longer he remains inside this array, the more he learns about himself.

Lan Zhan moves, taking a step closer, dipping his lips lower to brush against Wei Ying’s exposed wrist.

His breath trembles as he gasps. The sensation is almost sharp, knife-like. He feels his entire body change and respond to it. He feels his fingers curl, his hair stand on end, and his body lean forward.

There’s a flash of teeth.

“Lan Zhan,” His voice is shamefully raw, everything he feels is written in the tone of it. Lan Zhan reacts immediately and Wei Ying goes, helpless against him. Lips slide over his and a warm, strong body presses close. The kiss is harsh, full of tongue and teeth. Desperate like Lan Zhan has been holding himself back and has finally been granted permission.

Wei Ying sways in place, lightheaded as a tongue slides over his and licks the roof of his mouth. ‘What is this,’ he wonders dazedly. There are strong fingers around his wrist and neck, showing no indication of every letting go. There’s a slight popping sound in his ears and he absently notes that the illusion has dispersed but Lan Zhan doesn’t give him time to think.

He yelps when Lan Zhan moves a hand down his back and grabs him under his thighs, lifting him up in a smooth movement. Next thing he knows, he’s pressed against a rough surface and his lips are captive again. His skin burns wherever Lan Zhan has touched it. His mouth feels raw and hot when they pull apart.

He stares when bright golden eyes look at him, edged with heat that he didn’t think Lan Zhan was capable of feeling.

It takes a moment for him to collect his thoughts under that direct gaze but he manages, his bruised lips curling into a teasing smile, “Er-gege, how shocking!” He leans forward, confident that Lan Zhan won’t drop him, “Look at what you’ve done to your poor Wei Ying!” He lifts the hand Lan Zhan had kept captive, showing off the redness he can feel around his wrist.

Lan Zhan glances at it but there’s no remorse in his expression, not even a hint of apology.

Wei Ying feels a delighted laughter bubble in his chest at this new revelation. The reserved and taciturn Hangjuang-jun is capable of such passion! “My, my, who would have thought you’d take advantage of me like this?” He drapes his hands around Lan Zhan’s neck, bringing his lips close to a flushed red ear, “You didn’t even ask, just held me tight and took what you wanted. How bold! How shameless!”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan’s voice is lined with warning but Wei Ying doesn’t care. He feels utterly safe, utterly content, for the first time in years. What can touch him when he is in Lan Wangji’s arms?

“Is it always going to be like this?” He teases, “Now that you know I am to be yours, probably your husband or will it be wife? Will you kiss me… maybe even fuck me, whenever you wish?”

“Be silent.”

“Aiya, Lan Zhan, how can I be silent now? You have awakened my curio-” Another fierce, biting kiss interrupts him and Wei Ying laughs, delighting in Lan Zhan’s eagerness. Everything fades, all serious and practical considerations hold no meaning. Later, when he is alone in his tent, he will think about how unreachable this dream is, but now he is happy to submit to Lan Zhan.

---

War progresses as it must. Wei Ying continues to remain on his cultivation path but his touch is a bit gentler now. He isn’t as ruthless as he used to be.

It takes effort and patience. It takes many bitten back reprimands and angry words. It takes months and months of careful questioning before Lan Wangji understands the incredible, breathtaking sacrifices his beloved has made. Not even Wei Ying can stop him from seeking out Wen Qing and asking for her assistance. Not even his brother can stop him from offering shelter to her family in exchange. Not even Jiang Wanyin’s bitterness can stop Wangji from protecting Wei Ying.

He does what he must because he understands. That Wei Wuxian, the one from the array, had endured terrible strife. More strife than Wangji can ever allow his Wei Ying to suffer.

Wei Ying will survive and thrive.

Wangji will make sure of it.

[withcolebrock]

Guardian Angel Instead

Summary: While playing the Ouija Board, Y/N realizes she’s talking to someone who is important to her

Requested: yes!

Warnings: swearing, paranormal stuff, angsty kinda

Word Count: 3,242

Author’s Note: I didn’t mean for this to get so long tehe, but I like it and it is wack and I love knj so much. Also I am sorry this took so long to be written, I just was in bad writer’s block but I hope you enjoy it! This is my Gif!

She stood beside JC as they waited for Sam to finish setting up the camera. She ran her hands together trying to warm them up, it was surprisingly cold and none of them dressed for it. JC turned his head towards her and laughed, rolling his eyes. “Shut up,” she muttered while rolling her eyes. Sam ran back towards the group seeing if the angle was good, he nodded his head while he ran back towards the camera.

Sam glanced towards Colby quickly, “What’s up guys, it’s Sam and Colby!” Colby yelled dramatically, he quickly looked around him seeing if anyone was looking at him. Colby looked towards Y/N seeing her rub her hands together. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked back towards the camera.

“Today, we are back at the Queen Mary for what? Like the third time now,” he smiled awkwardly towards Colby. Colby shook his head dramatically. “Why do we keep coming back here?” he laughed nervously. Sam looked behind him towards the ship, seeing a few people walking towards the entrance.

“I don’t know,” he laughed while glancing towards the group beside him. He slowly wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist as he slowly pulled her body towards him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered into her ear. Smiling to herself as she rested her head against his chest. Colby glanced towards the camera, raising his eyebrows.

“But this time we brought Kian, JC, and Y/N with us!” Sam shouted, motioning towards the three people standing between himself and Colby. Kian and JC started jumping slightly and hitting each other. Y/N eyes widened as she looked towards them, disgust written over her features. A small chuckle falls from Colby’s lips as he watches them. He slowly ran his hands up and down her back.

“We may have lied to you guys, just a little bit,” Colby transitioned, he slowly pulled away from Y/N. He kept his hand around her waist. Her mouth dropped open slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. Colby kept his gaze on Y/N, her eyes squinting slightly as she looked towards him. A small smile formed to his lips as he hoped it would make her feel better.

“What do you mean?” JC asked while shifting his gaze between Sam and Colby.

“There’s no tour,” Sam sighed as he rubbed his hands together. The three guest stared towards Sam, “We are staying the night,” he said barely above a whisper. He bit his bottom lip as he fought off a smile.

“No, no,” Kian said simply as he shook his head. He pulled his backpack straps several times as he continued shaking his head. “I’m not staying the night,”

“We drove you here, how are you going to get home?” Sam teased.

“I’ll take an Uber, Sam!” Kian yelled while he started pacing back and forth.

“What the-I’m not staying the night,” Y/N whispered towards Colby. He shrugged his shoulders, “You kidnapped me, I’m not doing this.”

“Oh come on, Babe, you love spook-”

“Not this place,” she shook her head.

It had taken a few more minutes of Sam and Colby trying to convince them to stay the night. Kian and JC didn’t take long to get convinced to stay while Y/N was never convinced. She was simply outnumbered. As soon as they entered the ship, the vibe felt different and each of their moods faltered. The temperature dropped as soon as they walked inside, it felt even colder than it was outside. Sam, Kian, and JC were leaning their bodies against the check-in desk asking the man as many questions as possible.

Colby took a hold of her hand and pulled her body away from it. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly while he pulled her away from the group. Stopping, he pulled her hand towards him, forcing her body closer to his.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, his voice was barely above a whisper, forcing his lips into a pout. She tilted her head to the side as she pursed her lips forward. She looked over his pinked features, rolling her eyes playfully as she saw the pout to his lips.

“No,” she drew out the word as he swung their interlocked hands back and forth. He slowly dropped their hands as he wrapped his arms around her body. She giggled while resting her hands onto his chest as he squished her body against his.

“Don’t be mad,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to the top of her head, he slowly ran his hand up and down her back. Shutting his eyes, he tried to calm himself down.

She wasn’t mad at him, maybe more worried than anything. Ever since Sam and Colby’s horrible experience last time, she has been dreading this trip. But she promised Colby that she would go with him. Colby pressed his lips to the top of her head again. He took in a long breath as he slowly rocked her body back and forth.

“I’m just scared,” she muttered. He pulled aways slightly to look her in the eyes. He raised his hand, resting it onto her cheek, he ran his thumb across her cheek for a few silent seconds. “I don’t want the same thing to happen as last time.”

“It won’t, I can promise you that,” he spoke softly as he continued to run his thumb along her cheek. His lips slowly grew into a wide smile while letting out a giggle. “Your cheeks are so warm,” he said happily as he raised his other hand and rested both of his hands onto her cheek. She snickered as she took a hold of his hands.

~~~

“Okay Buddy, mine’s the same size,” JC snapped as he rested his hand against the handprint on the wall of the closet. Colby took his hand away from the wall and laughed. Y/N smiled slightly as she glanced around the small creepy room.

“Can we get out of here?” Kian asked as he continued to play with his backpack straps. The group agreed and they slowly started out of the room. “That’s not a bathroom, JC,” Kian said loudly as he stepped out of the closet. Kian made eye contact with an older employee, who simply shook his head and kept walking.

Sam, Kian, and JC walked ahead towards their room; while Y/N and Colby hung back as they walked slower than them. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked as he reached for her hand. She interlocked her fingers with his as she glanced towards the floor.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” she chuckled while she tried to cover the fear in her voice. He nodded slightly.

“We never really sleep on these trips anyway,” Colby tried to comfort her, but he knows that she isn’t the biggest fan of these places. She shook her head as she slowly began to smile.

“I know, you end up texting me all night about how scary it is,” she teased. Colby huffed, pretending to be offended.

“I do not do that,” he said while he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yes you do! You’re all like “Baby it’s so scary, like this thing happened and then this and then oh my god Babe we didn’t get it on camera but oh my god you had to be there” you’re very dramatic when you want to be,” she mimicked. He dropped her hand and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I am not dramatic,” he huffed, taking slower steps.

“You’re kinda proving my point,” she giggled while she took a hold of his arm and wrapped her arm around his. She interlocked her fingers with his as they continued walking.

“Why are you walking so slow, damn,” JC groaned from several feet ahead of them. Y/N looked up from the floor seeing the three of them standing facing them. Colby's mouth dropped open while he looked up towards the group. “We ain’t got all day, I’m hungry.”

~~~

The last thirty minutes were chaos. Kian and Colby got into a huge argument and it lasted for a while. Kian was accusing Colby of knocking on the door to try and spice up the video. When Colby kept saying he didn’t. Y/N saw how genuinely terrified Colby seemed, she knew that he didn’t. Yet Kian was convinced he did. JC was starting to get fed up with Sam about all of the stuff they were forcing them to do. Y/N sat in the middle, every so often one of them would bring her into the argument. This was supposed to be a ‘fun’ scary trip with her friends.

“For fuck sake! Kian, if Colby says he didn’t knock on the door, he didn’t do it. You are just trying to find any reason for it to not be true. Colby, stop arguing back about it, it isn’t helping; stop trying to prove some point. Sam, if JC doesn’t want to play the Ouija Board, he doesn’t fucking have to! And JC, stop saying Sam is forcing you to do this shit, you chose to come with!” Y/N interrupted the arguments that were happening. All four of them stared towards her, flabbergasted. After a few long awkward moments, she muttered, “Now fucking apologize to each other.”

The boys shifted glanced towards each other, before all muttering, “Sorry.”

“I’m going to go get some ice,” she continued as she took the empty ice bucket and left the room. As soon as she left the room, she felt the temperature change. She didn’t think too much of it as she walked toward the end of the hall. She smiled politely to a few fellow guests walking past her. She stood at the ice machine and began putting a few pieces of ice into her container.

Suddenly she felt goosebumps arise on the back of her neck; as if someone was blowing air against her skin. She whipped her head around seeing if anyone was there, and no one was behind her. Squinting her eyes, she turned her attention back to the freezer, that’s where the feeling had to come from. She topped off the container as she shut the freezer. She turned around, and began walking back towards her room with her gaze towards the floor.

After a few seconds she lifted her head to see a shadow for a split second. She furrowed her eyebrows as she squinted her eyes. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her, there was nothing there. Yet, her heart began to race faster. She began to take quicker steps towards the room they were staying at. But again, the blowing air feeling she felt before was back. This time her entire body went cold.

A small gasp left her lips as she fumbled with the key, she didn’t want to be in the hallway alone anymore. She re-entered the room to see them all laughing and playing fighting with each other. “Fucking boys, I swear,” she whispered to herself as the events she just had left her thoughts. She placed the ice on the table as she walked towards the bed. “Are you all okay now?” she asked as she sat down, running her hand over the back of her neck.

“Yep!” Sam cheered as he slowly placed the Ouija Board box on the ground. Y/N watched him, her heart began to race fast as she watched. “We are just about to start filming this,” he leaned down and began to unbox the set.

Colby laid down beside her, resting his head into her lap. Y/N smiled as she met his soft eyes. She slowly began to run her fingers through his hair, he shut his eyes at the feeling. “JC is out, are you going to do it?” Kian asked, wishing he could’ve backed out; but he had too much pride for that. Y/N took in a long breath as she nodded.

After about ten minutes of Sam setting up the two cameras, JC was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room scrolling through Twitter. Kian was pacing, he was nervous because he had never done this before. Colby was still resting his head in Y/N lap as she stroked her fingers through his hair. Y/N and Colby were whispering random cutsey things to each other tuning out the others in the room.

Sam slowly started the cameras, he snuck over towards them secretly filming them. “...No I was thinking we could-”

“Oh come on guys get a room!” Kian yelled beside Sam. Colby jolted looking towards the camera. He laughed nervously covering his face with his hands. Y/N shook her head slightly as she looked away from Sam and the camera. “We got some dead people to talk to!” Kian jumped slightly as he clapped. Y/N laughed as Colby slowly sat up from her lap.

~~~

They all took a long breath as they greeted the board as they rested their fingertips to the piece. Y/N kept her gaze towards Colby, hoping he would say something first. He nodded towards Sam as he whispered, “Is there anyone here with us?” For a few seconds the board didn’t move. Colby, being impatient, asked the board the same question. Almost immediately after his question the piece moved over to the ‘yes’.

Y/N felt air catch in her throat as she noticed the piece moving, she stared intently at each of their fingertips seeing if anyone was forcibly moving it, but from what she can tell there was nothing. Her heart was beating hard against her chest, while she glanced towards each of the boys beside her. “What is your name?” Sam asked.

It took awhile for the board to begin to move but it began to slowly move towards the R. They all read out the letters together as the board moved towards them, “R...U...T...H” Y/N felt her heart sink, she recognized that name. It was a popular name with the older generation. She put the thought to the back of her head.

Colby glanced towards Y/N, remembering the name of her family member, he also pushed the thought to the back of his head. “Did you die on this ship, Ruth?” Kian asked, right to the point. This time the board did not hesitate, it quickly moved towards the ‘no’.

“Oh my god,” Y/N whispered, her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

“Then why are you talking with us?” Sam asked, trying to keep the conversation going for as long as he could. Y/N wanted to let go of the board, she wanted to throw it across the room. Several long seconds pass as they wait eagerly for the board to move. The board piece began to spell out Y/N’s name, as each letter was read the more their voices began to shake.

“Colby, are you doing this?” she asked furiously, her breathing was sporadic. She was confused. He shook his head, making sure he kept his hands on the piece.

“Why would I do this, Y/N?” his voice broke as his entire body was shivering. “She’s clearly here for you, ask it a question,” she stared towards him, her eyes filling with tears. The tears were unexplainable, she was filled with mixed fillings.

“Uh, okay,” she took in a long breath, “How do I know that this is really you?” she asked. It was a broad question, but she still had to ask it. She was hoping for an answer that Colby wouldn’t even know the answer to.

The board began to move again, slowly, “B...U...N...N...Y” the boys were staring at it confused, but Y/N eyes filled quickly with tears. “Oh god,” she let out as she stared towards the board.

“Bunny? What does that mean?” Colby asked, he desperately wanted to reach over to her and pull her into a hug, but he didn’t want to mess up the board.

“Why are you here?” Y/N ignored Colby’s question. Her voice cracked as she spoke, she was fighting off the tears. It had been years since she last spoke to her Grandma, she didn’t realize how much she missed her. At least she hoped this was truely her grandma.

The board quickly began to spell out, “S...A...V...E”

“Save? Save? What does that mean?” Colby asked, he wasn’t sure if he was asking the board or asking the group. The board quickly responded with spelling out, “B...A...D”

“I-I-I want to say goodbye,” she muttered, she looked up towards Colby. Her breathing began to quicken as she couldn’t fight off the tears anymore.

“But-” Sam spoke.

“I want to say goodbye!” she groaned. The group quickly spun the piece three times as they said goodbye. She lifted her hands from the board and quickly stood up from the floor. “Turn the cameras off, please,” she begged. Colby glanced towards Sam, as he quickly wrapped his arms around her. Sam quickly turned off the cameras, and began to put away all of the equipment. Kian and JC exchanged awkward glances as they looked towards Y/N and Colby.

“It’s going to be okay,” Colby whispered, “Come here,” he whispered, walking her towards the bed. They both laid down together.

“Well that was interesting,” Kian let out, trying to subdue the awkward silence. Colby gaze shot towards him, widening his eyes motioning towards Y/N. Kian’s mouth dropped open as he mouthed “Sorry,” as he leaned against the chair JC was sitting on.

It had been a couple hours since the Ouija Board, and Y/N was in shock. She kept asking Colby if he was pushing it, but he kept saying no. “I just want to know what she wants to save me from, I just don’t get it,” she let out, she kept running her finger along Colby’s shirt. For the last hour she was resting her head on his chest as they all discussed the events of the day.

“Probably, just some spirit that's on this ship, right?” Sam answered casually as he looked up from his phone briefly. She simply just hummed. “That’s kind of cool to think you have someone looking down on you,” he continued. Y/N smiled softly.

“It could’ve been a demon pretending to be your Grandma too, you know,” JC let out without thinking it through. Colby shifted his head towards JC with his eyes widened. He threw his free hand up while he shook his head, trying to warn him. Y/N was thinking about that fact too, “I saw something on Discovery channel that’s-”

“Just stop talking dude,” Kian interrupted as he lifted his gaze from his phone.

“I mean he’s right, that is something that could’ve happened,” she let out.

“How about we go with a guardian angel instead?” Colby whispered as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Yeah, I like that better,” she whispered as she sat up slightly. She looked down towards Colby. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his. Sam, Kian, and Jc all began to pretend to gag.

“Get a room!” Sam yelled as he threw a pillow towards them.

[drabbles-mc]

You Came Back (3/3)

Juice Ortiz x Reader

Request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera​​​: Juice has a special place in my heart, so I'm denying his ending on the show😭 I want to foccus on the nurturing,fluffy and romantic side that he deserves😍 maybe something about Opie and Jax childhood friend who comes back to charming( Gemma always thought of her as her own kid) and she's really closed of emotionaly, bit our boy is smitten from the second he has his eyes on her. so romantic Juice overdrive, and she starts to see this side of life that's worth, by his side

Warnings: language, soft confessions and feelings like whoa

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: The conclusion of this little mini-series! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoyed it! xo

Chapter Index: Part 1, Part 2

You and Juice became fast friends as the days went by. Jax and Opie would bug you about it when it was just the three of you. They insisted that something more must be going on between the two of you. It was easy to deny it, because it wasn’t true. But you couldn’t deny that Juice did have a little bit of a lost-puppy look whenever he was with you. That boy would follow you anywhere you asked him to.

“You guys have weekly dates now,” Opie said with a laugh, “You’re essentially a couple.”

You shook your head, “They aren’t dates. I don’t know why you guys can’t believe that two people can spend time with each other and not be fucking. That’s a you problem.”

“Fine, whatever,” Jax said with a chuckle, “But he’s definitely a little in love with you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh shut up no he is not. He doesn’t even really know me.”

“And whose fault is that?” Opie said before taking a sip of his beer.

It sent a mild jolt of fear through your body when he asked that question. You shook your head, trying to dismiss the topic, “What is this? You guys want me to date him or something?”

“I’d never tell someone to hook up with your crazy ass,” Jax laughed, “But I don’t think he’s interested in taking my advice at this point,” he searched your face, trying to figure out what you were thinking, “You seeing him later?”

You sighed, knowing that answering truthfully was going to invite a bunch of other questions and issues, “Maybe.”

“What’s the big date plan tonight?” Jax’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Not a date,” you shot him a glare, “We’re just hanging out at his house.”

“His house?” Jax raised his eyebrows.

“Sure as hell not inviting him here,” you laughed and shook your head, “You boys done grilling me about it?” you got up and grabbed your purse and your keys, “I have places to be.”

Jax and Opie stayed seated at the counter, laughing as you pulled your shoes on and got ready to storm out of the house. Opie tilted his bear towards you, “Tell Juice we said hello.”

You didn’t respond, instead just turned and walked out, shutting the door behind you a little harder than necessary. Your thoughts flew through your brain at record speeds as you made your way to Juice’s house. For as much time as the two of you spent together, you never really let him in. You hadn’t even talked to Jax and Opie about how you ended up back in Charming, and you’d known them for as long as you could remember. But Juice never brought it up, not since the first time you two really spoke. You wondered why he was so okay with being kept at arms-length.

When you got to Juice’s house, you let yourself in. He was on the couch, deeply entrenched in his current round of Call of Duty. You smiled and shook your head as you toed off your shoes and made your way over to the couch. He looked over at you for a moment and flashed you a smile before retuning his attention to the television. You sat back and watched, laughing at how worked up he and his friends would get over it.

When the match was over, he took off his headset and turned to you, “Sorry about that.”

You chuckled and shook your head, “You’re fine. Sorry you guys didn’t at least get a win.”

He shrugged it off, “It’s whatever. Still up for pizza and movies?”

You nodded, “Of course!”

The two of you had demolished the pizza you had ordered. All that was left was the empty box where you both were starting to accumulate your empty beer bottles. You were both sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Your legs stretched across the cushions while he rested his feet on the end of the coffee table. His eyes were glued to the television despite the fact that he had seen the movie a million times before. You were trying to stay focused, but your mind kept replaying everything that had been happening over the last few weeks.

“Thank you,” you blurted out.

He looked over at you, clearly confused, “For what?”

You felt your face heating up, “For, you know, not being a total dick,” you chuckled.

He laughed, “That’s a low bar that I’m more than happy to meet.”

“Why are you so okay with being friends with someone you know nothing about?”

His expression softened, “I know enough about you to know that you’re someone that I want in my life,” there was a look in his eyes that let you know that he had his own demons to battle, “And opening up is…hard. I get it.”

A small smile crept across your face, “You this sweet to everyone, Juan Carlos?”

He chuckled, “No.”

You both returned your attention to the television but your chest felt a little lighter. He didn’t look over at you but his hand absently crept over and came to rest on your leg. You smiled, fighting the urge to look at him. Neither of you said anything more as you finished the rest of the movie.

When you got to the office at T-M the next day, there was a coffee waiting for you on your desk. You smiled as you looked at the note that was resting on top of it, “Since I know you had a late night. -JC” You took a sip and chuckled to yourself at the fact that he knew your order. Maybe he really did know a thing or two about you.

Over the course of the next week, almost every morning you came in to something small on your desk. It wasn’t ever anything crazy or extravagant. He’d leave you your favorite candy bar or a snack. One morning you walked in and laughed when you saw that there was a milkshake sitting on your desk. He never mentioned it when he saw you throughout the day, just carrying on a conversation with you as normal.

You walked into the office on Saturday morning and there were two slips of paper waiting for you on your desk. Both had Juice’s handwriting on them. All the first note said was, “Dinner and a movie? -JC” and the second one was a makeshift movie ticket that he had clearly drawn up himself. You couldn’t stop smiling, laughing when you saw that he wrote, “Theater Number: My House”.

You walked over to the shop, knowing that this time you’d have to address what he had left on your desk. For a minute you thought that he was gone doing club business, but then you saw his legs sticking out from underneath a car that he was working on. You smiled as you silently pulled up a stool and sat down to wait for him to finish up whatever he was working on.

The sound of him muttering and cursing drifted out from underneath the car and you accidentally let a laugh slip past your lips. The next sound was a thud, followed by Juice quietly but forcefully saying, “Fuck,” and you had to assume that the thud was the sound of his head smacking against something underneath the vehicle.

He slid out and looked up at you, one hand resting on his forehead, “I didn’t know you were here.”

You chuckled, “I was waiting for you to finish whatever it is you’re doing down there.”

He sat upright, “I should probably take a break anyway.”

Your eyes grew wide when he dropped his hand back down to his side—whatever his head had collided with had put a gash into his forehead, “Jesus Christ, your head.”

“What?” he ran his fingers across and looked at them, sighing when he saw the blood, “Shit.”

You stood up and helped him to do the same before having him sit on the stool, “Wait here. I got some band-aids and stuff in my office.”

You came back to him with your very unofficial and incomplete first-aid kit. You didn’t have much, but you had enough to take care of the cut on his forehead. You gently cleaned it with a damp paper towel before wiping it down with alcohol. He cringed but didn’t say anything.

“You want a regular band-aid or a superhero one?”

He chuckled, “Only if you have Spider-Man in there.”

You dug around the box and pulled one out with a smile, “You’re in luck.”

You were gently smoothing the bandage onto his forehead when you looked down to take in his expression. His eyes were closed and there was a calm smile on his face—you knew he was soaking up the feeling of you taking care of him. Your breath got caught in your throat for a minute and you had to focus on taking a deep breath as you felt your heartbeat pick up speed.

“So,” you cleared your throat, trying to get your composure back, “this doesn’t seem like a hospital-worthy injury. Think you’ll be stable enough for dinner and a movie tonight?”

He opened his eyes and smiled up at you, “You tell me, doc. Think I’ll be alright?”

You chuckled, nodding, “Yea, a night in and plenty of rest might be just the thing you need.”

You let your hand slide down and cup the side of his face for a moment before you caught yourself and nervously took it away. You could tell by the look in Juice’s eye that the gesture wasn’t lost on him. He was right—opening up wasn’t easy, but you felt like you were reaching a point where you had no other choice.

“If Spider-Man doesn’t hold up,” you attempted to redirect the conversation, “come see me. I think I have a Hulk one that will do the trick.”

He smiled at you, “Thanks,” he watched you as you walked back to the office, bringing his hand up to rest where yours had just been.

You didn’t really talk to him for the rest of the day, both of you being wrapped up in your own responsibilities. The closest you came was overhearing the guys making fun of his band-aid. He took the heckling in stride, the way that he always did, and you couldn’t help but to shake your head.

He popped into the office at the end of the day, arms and hands streaked with grease but his head seemed like it hadn’t suffered any more than it did in the morning. “Hey, uh, I gotta head home and shower,” he chuckled, “Because I’m fucking gross right now. But if you want, I can come pick you up later.”

“A chauffer to the movie theater?” you smirked at him from your desk.

He laughed, “Exactly.”

You tapped your pen lightly on the desk a few times, trying to figure out if you were going to say something about all the thoughts that had been racing through your head. You gnawed lightly at the inside of your cheek for a moment before forcing yourself to meet his eyes, “Is this a date?”

His eyes widened for a moment, not expecting the question, “I…um…I mean,” he rested his hand on the back of his neck, “You want it to be?”

“Do you?”

He chuckled, not able to look you in the eyes, “If it was up to me, I would’ve taken you out on a date the first night I met you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat inside your chest, “I got a lot of shit I gotta work through, Juan,” you weren’t expecting your voice to sound so soft.

He smiled at you, his expression always so comforting, “I’m just asking to pick you up for dinner and a movie. That’s all.”

You nodded, feeling a little better, “Right. Yea, okay.”

He nodded and lightly knocked on the doorframe, “I’ll see you later, then,” he flashed you a grin before taking off out the door.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, trying not to feel too anxious as you waited for Juice to come and pick you up. Your only saving grace was that Jax wasn’t home, so you weren’t going to be bombarded with questions about why Juice was picking you up.

You heard the sound of his bike pulling into the driveway and you practically leapt off the couch. You walked over and out the front door, meeting him on the front steps. He smiled at you, letting out a quiet laugh as you shut and locked the door behind you.

“I’d ask if you’re ready but I feel like I know the answer,” he beamed at you as he handed you his helmet.

The two of you were sat on his couch eating dinner. You had to admit that you were surprised at how well he could cook. You could tell that the air felt a little different, but it was good. It felt like there were so many words resting on the tip of your tongue and you didn’t know where to start.

“What’re you thinking?” Juice asked, a small smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.

You chuckled, not quite knowing where to start, “I really like this,” you gestured between the two of you, “what we’ve been doing. I…I like you a lot. And I know you said not to be sorry about being such a closed fucking book all the time. But I don’t like being like this. I thought I was okay with it but,” you shook your head, “Anyway. I just, fuck. If we’re gonna do this I want you to know what you’re getting into.”

He nodded for you to continue, “So, what am I getting into?”

“I left Charming because I couldn’t stand the thought of being stuck here for the rest of my life. I up and left everything, not that I had much to leave behind,” you shook your head slightly, “But everywhere I went I was still stuck with this shitty feeling of not belonging there. It didn’t matter where I worked, if I made friends, if I was dating someone—I was just haunted by this nagging feeling of being in the wrong place,” you looked at Juice and there was a sadness in his eyes that let you know that he understood exactly where you were coming from, “I ended up getting into some bad shit with the wrong people. It was spiraling out of control fast so…I did what I knew and I packed up my shit and left. I became a new person when I left here and I knew that I could go back to the old me once I got back. Nothing happens in Charming, right?” you let out a dry chuckle as you shook your head.

He waited for you to meet his gaze and he offered up the smallest of smiles, “Well, I wouldn’t say that nothing happens in Charming. You came back, right? I’d say that’s something.”

Your entire body felt warm as you processed what he had said, “I guess.”

“I know the feeling of not being quite right, not being the right person or in the right place. It’s the shittiest feeling,” he took a deep breath, “And it’s a lot to deal with alone. I know you said you got some shit to work through, but that doesn’t mean you have to be alone to do it.”

“Yea?”

He reached over and rested his hand on top of yours, “Yea.”

You hadn’t felt the tears gathering in your eyes, but you melted when you felt Juice reach over to lightly brush them off of your cheeks. His hand lingered on your cheek for a moment and your eyes fluttered shut. It’d been a long time since someone touched you with the intent to take care of you.

“I really wanna kiss you,” his voice was quiet.

Your eyes opened at that and a smile crept across your face, “I really want you to.”

He leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours, like he was still giving you the chance to pull away and change your mind. That was the furthest thing from your mind, though. You leaned into him and gently grabbed his shirt to pull him flush against you. He cupped your face in both his hands and you could feel him smiling as he kissed you.

He finally had to pull away to let you both catch your breath. You leaned back and your entire face felt hot, a nervous giggle escaped from your lips. He smiled at you, hands entwining with yours. There were a few moments of silence as the two of you took in everything that had just happened.

“We didn’t even get to the movie yet,” he chuckled.

You laughed, “Still up for that?”

He nodded, pulling you closer to him so you could rest against his side, “Of course.”

He wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him as he pulled up a movie for the two of you to watch. You smiled to yourself as you felt his heart racing in his chest. You looked up at him with a smile. When he noticed you staring he laughed, and it made your entire body feel warm.

“I’m glad you came back,” he lightly traced his thumb over your knuckles as he turned his attention to the movie.

You smiled as you looked over at the television, “Yea, me too.”

[starryevermore]

his biggest fan ✧ colby brock

pairing: colby brock x reader

request: So I thought this could be cute but if you aren’t writing right now 100% understand. What if the reader was a huge fan of sam and Colby and she’s dating colby but never really mentioned it kinda like Tara and jc until a picture leaked of when colby and her met. Idk I thought it would be kinda cute

summary: colby finds out you’ve been keeping a secret from him. 

word count: 492

warnings?: secret keeping

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It was never supposed to get this far. You’d meant to tell him—really, you did. It’s just...how do you admit to your boyfriend that you were once his number one fan? Every time you tried to bring it up, you’d chicken out last second or something would come up and, well...Now you were nearly a year into the relationship and you’d never once revealed your biggest secret to Colby.

Then a picture started circulating. Back when they had first went to Vidcon, you were lucky enough to get a picture with them. You’d thought you had deleted all traces of you being their fan from the Internet, but the thing about the Internet is that someone always remembers. Someone always has the receipts. So, it shouldn’t have been that surprising when someone reposted that old pic and it quickly made its rounds through the fan accounts. Colby had been tagged in the photo countless times, and you were willing to bet plenty of fans had DM’d it to him, as well. 

You practically raced to the Trap House to get to tell him first. But, when you threw open the door and Sam said, “Hey, it’s our biggest fan!” you knew you were too late.

“So you’ve seen?” you asked. 

“Oh, we’ve all seen,” he laughed. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

You shrugged. “I...don’t know. It was weird? And I didn’t want Colby to think I was using him or anything like that...I just...Where is he?”

“In his room,” Sam said. “I think he’s waiting for you.”

You took the steps two at a time, trying to get the inevitable over with. Hopefully he wasn’t mad, or felt betrayed. It’d break your heart if he felt like that.

Instead, though, he was sat on his couch, scrolling through his phone when you walked in.

“We need to talk,” you said.

“Oh do we?” he teased. “You been hiding something from me?”

“I meant to tell you, I swear!” you said. “I just...I didn’t want you to think I was something crazy fan trying to get with you or that I was trying to use you for fame or some shit. I tried to tell you so much but something always happened or I got scared and I...I’m so sorry!”

He was up in an instant, wrapping his arms around you. “Hey, baby, it’s okay. Don’t get worked up about it. I’m not mad or anything.”

“Promise?” 

“I promise,” he said, wrapping his pinky finger around yours.

“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath as he led you to the couch to sit down. “So, what are we gonna say to the fans? They’re all freaking out right now.” 

“Hmm, I have an idea,” he said, but didn’t elaborate further.

You looked over Colby’s shoulder, laughing as he tweeted “my girl’s out here living her best y/n life” with the cringy old pic. 

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mdzs au: lwj vs jc except not quite

>>sunshot never happens bc wen ruohan never happened and also there is no qishan wen  >>but there is dafan wen, the healing based 5th great sect >>jgs died in jzx's youth bc he's a failure and tried to bother a nie woman (who turned out to be the not dead sect leader nie's cousin) >>so madam jin, bc the meishan yu girls are bad bitches, steps up as regent sect leader until jzx is of age >>the whole xuanli thing actually goes very well bc jzx has an excellent role model and koi tower isn't a hellhole >>unfortunately wwx and twin jades still suffer family wise bc yunmeng parents still suck at parenting and qingheng-jun is a pos  >>but bc of the significant lack of shittiness compared to canon, lqr is less uh. like that. and more just a comedically strict uncle teacher >>everything is basically same as canon but like. no war + much better jin sect + wn befriends wwx as kids via archery >>when wwx is in cr, lwj does not realize the nature of yunmeng bros and assumes jc feels the same as lwj does about wwx which No but . >>oh forgot to mention that lwj and wwx actually meet as kids bc discussion conference  >>so the pining has already started by the time of the rooftop fight >>but it's less fight and more lwj is exasperated wwx pls stop this nonsense >>so once lwj stops having a meltdown every time wwx is in the vicinity, he becomes determined to not let yunmeng bros. get engaged?  >>who knows, the kid's jealous >>jc doesn't quite get the whole thing  >>but he has seen how lwj looks at wwx ever since that first time at a discussion conference  >>and has since resolved not to let lwj steal wwx from him  >>so it's kinda a weird petty battle >>jc's perspective - i must safeguard my super popular and cool brother (not that i will ever admit it but ik it's true it's why everyone loves him smh) who has gotten even the stoic second jade wrapped around his finger !! >>lwj's perspective - i am in love with wei ying. jiang wanyin is in love with wei ying. this will not do. >>lwj has conversations with jyl, and hears her refer to wwx as brother  >>but assumes it's like. short for brother in law. especially since jc only ever refers to wwx by name

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