#One that doesn't involve effort and keeps me occupied

[tulipe-rose]

Tiny theory that has so many plot holes and possibly makes no sense cuz I'm bored:

We all know the theory of Elise getting her personality from Yosano, and her hair type from Dazai, right? No? Well now you do, so I wanted to add a little part of my own onto it.

Elise is designed to look like a western looking girl, right? Well, I have a feeling that it has something to do with Higuchi, or maybe Higuchi's mother.

My theory is: Mōri knew Higuchi's mother–who could've been potentially a foreigner–on a personal level, might have even loved her, but she was forced into marriage with the some rich man. There was no helping it, so he let her go with grace.

Higuchi's mom dies during child birth (she was giving birth to Higuchi's sister, not Higuchi herself), and her Dad gets assassinated way later, like by the time Higuchi is 12 or even a bit older. That should be concurrent with Mōri's rise to the boss position, when his position is slightly more stable. The guy was a neglectful alcoholic, and was only going to lead the family to ruin. The kids that looked so painfully similar to their mother were suffering, so Mōri wasn't above, or more accurately couldn't help but leave him to rot. He becomes Higuchi's, and her sister's benefactor, gives them a new surname to keep the assassins off their back, and visits sometimes with gifts and makes sure they have all the basic necessities that a kid should have, he even lets them go to school.

He keeps both of them away from the underworld for as long as he could in tribute to their late mother. He was heavily against having Higuchi recruited into the Mafia, but she was so heavily insisting on joining for a reason he cannot stop after she found out he was the boss (read: Akutagawa).

He decided to make her hate the Mafia, to convince her to leave, even if it meant being hard on her. He was possibly trying to convince her, and those around her, that as long as she was a Mafioso, she'd be a target for assassination in an indirect, kind of “I never said that, they just jumped to that conclusion.” way. He was being the bad guy to make sure she was out of the Mafia. He was kind of indirectly convincing her into believing she wasn't suitable, or even useful for and to the Mafia.

I'm pretty sure Asagiri was still figuring out Mōri's character, but something that stuck with me is that Mōri might have a personal grudge against Akutagawa; he might've figured out that he was the reason Higuchi stayed in the Mafia, so he assumed that if Akutagawa was out of the picture in a way Higuchi could never save him, she'll have nothing left in the Mafia, and would decide to leave soon. This could be a secondary explanation, aside from the one we got in the manga, as to why he gave Akutagawa up so easily despite his worth to the Mafia, even going as far as to call him a 'liability'. However, Mōri didn't put Higuchi's determination into account, and Akutagawa ended up surviving.

The 'Mōri dislikes Akutagawa' theory could be debunked if someone brings up the drama CD, but like, pookie. Higuchi was going to take him to take care of his health somewhere either way, so I bet Mōri sent Chūya along with them to make sure that Higuchi doesn't have to be the one to bathe Akutagawa (inner protective father instincts are seeing the light of day, oh crap.). Also I guess Mōri eventually decided to leave Akutagawa to live out the rest of his days for Higuchi's sake, he was going to die anyway, and his reckless streak could serve to quicken that.

I feel like Mōri's treatment towards Higuchi in the manga definitely mellowed out later as Asagiri started to figure Mōri out better, and you can even see Higuchi being one of the first to come to his aid in the cannibalism arc. He would only call someone he trusted enough to see him in such a vulnerable position.

Along with that, just look at how freaking worried she is for him, if my insensible theory has any credibility, she knew this guy as the first decent father figure in her life, she definitely has feelings of attachment towards Mōri.

In wan, their shenanigans are so family coded. In her Mayoi beach card, Mori and Elise were standing behind her (they look like when your extended family turns up for events instead of your actual parents) while she was playing beach volleyball; with the way he looked all he had left was to wear "I'm not a stepdad, I'm the DAD THAT STEPPED UP" shirt istg. Chūya is there to make sure everyone retains their skin's health (except him). He looks happy though so it's alright, a tan would look good on him. Come to think of it, I feel like Chūya is always around whenever Higuchi is there, especially in wan... Could it be that Mōri instructed him to keep a closer eye on Higuchi...? To ensure her safety like some sort of bodyguard (when ironically she is the one who is supposed to be Akutagawa's bodyguard)...? Yk what I should probably stop before I come up with more conspiracy theories. At this rate I will be arrested for brain rotting too hard.

Bonus: Elise drew this, and Higuchi looks the prettiest out of them all, and the only one actually smiling, which could reflect just how much Mōri cares about her deep down. If this theory has any flicker of credibility, then beast would be a wormwhole to try and explore DJDJJDJ.

[monayen]

how about jealously with randal n reader? :3 like reader is jealous that randal is hanging out with satoru more than her while dreaming so reader hangs out with sebastian, making randal jealous ?? sorry for my bad english, its not my first language :))

Jelly | Randal Ivory

➷ Paring - Randal Ivory x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - master/pet play, fingering, unsafe sex, praise, licking/biting, possessive tendencies, jealousy

a/n - exams have been a bit occupying unfortunately :( i still have a lot of concepts and requests i want to get to, you guys have awesome ideas and i love seeing them in my inbox !! u should see my google docs rn lol

It's hard to not scoff when Randal wakes up and immediately starts talking about his dream. It's become an annoyingly common thing now ever since Randal informed you about his little dream friend, Satoru Tsukada. Even seeming disappointed when he doesn't get a dream with him in it.

Almost every night he snuggles up against you in his coffin, nibbling at your ear and whispering cheekily, “I really hope you come into my dream tonight, imagine the fun we’d all have!” He pulls you closer, elating how proximity raises the chances of this happening.

You suck in any annoyance and nod because you're still his good pet. Though, internally you fight the urge to roll your eyes and admit “I don't really care about that guy.”

A gripping feeling twists in your stomach each morning when you wake up without the shared lucidity, hearing about all the fun Randal had that night. 

Sheepishly, you push it down and let him talk. 

Though, you tune out most of it – for your sake, as an overwhelming feeling of envy washes over you whenever you do pay attention to his words. 

A thought reverberates about not being enough for him. Is the novelty of a new friend enough to push you away? It's not like you don't already share Randal’s attention. Sebastian exists, of course. 

You two got along well enough, much to Randal’s satisfaction. Though, you admit that your focus lied more on the unpredictable gakuran-clad young man.

And despite your initial standoffish attitude when Sebastian was gifted to Randal, you quickly learned he wasn't a threat at all. He just had some unfortunate circumstances and ended up here.  

Therefore, you didn't have to fight for attention and Sebastian seemed to appreciate that you were at least cordial to him. Nobody was in the way.

So maybe this is why you have so much more of a problem with this Satoru character. You don't know him, and the only way you could is completely up to chance. 

How do you compete with that? Based on Randal’s stories, they tend to have a ball of a time. You really try to convince yourself that you're better, that you're overthinking and Randal isn't losing interest in you. 

But at night, when his arms wrap around your body, it's clear his mind is somewhere else. Satoru is a part of him, always in the dream-plane, waiting for him with open arms. Somewhere where you aren't.

Jealousy ten-folds and insecurity festers within as time goes on. Your own stressed voice tells you to relax, but an even louder one continues to complain. 

On a day where Randal is occupied with Luther, leaving you and Sebastian alone in the house, you can't seem to keep it in anymore.

Words seep out of your mouth, “Am I doing something wrong?” It's quiet and Sebastian immediately looks uncomfortable. 

“Um… with what?” He shifts in his seat in the living room, avoiding eye contact with you. He's not to blame, you rarely had conversations that didn't involve Randal. Maybe you should have put more of an effort to get to know him before dumping this on him. Still, you continue. 

“I don't know, what if Randal doesn't like me anymore?” You speak softly, but the candidness is clear. Sebastian isn't used to this vulnerability, he was just brainstorming an attempt to escape (again) but now he has to comfort you… 

Thing is, he doesn't know how to do that. Maybe he would feel more sympathetic if Randal wasn't a complete freak, (he still doesn't understand your affinity for the young man) but you haven't done anything bad to him. He doesn't want to be rude to the only normal enough person here.

“He definitely likes you.” Which is the truth, anybody with eyes could see the relationship dynamic. You always doted behind Randal, doing anything he asked of you. And Randal was more than happy to have you crawl around for him if it meant you’d get a kiss.

It goes to say that you might seem more like a lover to Randal than a pet. He thinks himself lucky for not walking in on you guys yet…

Which might be why he was taken by Luther, Randal probably finds it more fun to torment and bother someone who wasn't as willing as you–

“Wait… I dont– I don't want to steal Randal from you! I actually want to get out of here–” He stammers before you cut him off with a laugh. A change in tone, good sign. “I know that, don't worry.” 

Sebastian sighs and relaxes a bit, but still fidgets with the white sleeves of his god awful outfit. It then clicks it might be about that dream guy Randal hasn't stopped boosting about recently. He almost certainly wants to roll his eyes. “Is it Satoru?” 

Immediately, you jump up and grab at Sebastian’s arms. “You see it too, right?! It's so annoying, I’m so sick of hearing about it every morning! We haven't even met the guy, but apparently they are best friends. Fucking stupid.”

Sebastian nodded along to your words. To him, it was annoying but it also occupied the eccentric weirdo. Better he’s entertained by Satoru than him. Still, he lets you complain, and it becomes evident to just how much this was eating you up inside.

You both don't realize how time has passed until Randal stampers into the room with an ominous black bag that is dripping green slime. Neither of you question it. 

“Whatcha’ talking about?” He swings the bag over his shoulders and nearly falls back with the force, catching himself.

Sebastian notices how you immediately smile at Randal despite the complaining you've been unloading onto him for the past couple hours, how ironic. “O-Oh, nothing much. How was your outing with Luther?” 

Randal shrugs and then drops the bag onto the couch, undoubtedly staining it with the goopy substance. Luther will have a problem with that later. 

“Within bounds. Now I’m just tired… how about we go to sleep!” He says it more like an order than a suggestion.

Your smile immediately drops, “It's like 6PM.” 

“Actuallyyyy, 6:38.”

---

You want to smack yourself for not being more welcoming to Sebastian, he actually isn't that bad of a guy. He’s still a bit awkward, (he seems to constantly radiate it) and he has no shame in expressing to you how he wants to escape the house. You giggle and give him a “good luck with that”

Still, he's easy to talk to with the ever growing free time you have now. Though, despite your attitude, a part of you still craves to be around Randal.

You wish you could prod into his brain and yank Satoru out of there. If he really wants Randal, he can fight you for it. You doubt he’s even strong outside of the stupid dream-plane he lives in. 

Unfortunately, you haven't been paying attention to the conversation with Sebastian, and now he's pausing for your reply. Sweat dropping, you let out a laugh, hoping it fits as a response.

He stares, “You think my goldfish getting run over is funny?” 

“No, no, I don't– wait? Run over? How’d–” 

The bewildered sentence doesn't get the chance to finish before the sensation of oddly cold, but familiar, hands wrap around your waist and drag into an adjacent room. 

“Randal– what do you want?” It comes out more harsh than you expected, and you can see the slight grimace on Randal’s face. 

His hands leave your waist, now folding across his chest, “Long time no see.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, “Well, you've been a bit busy.”

Randal pauses before letting out a big laugh, “Doll, I always have time for you!” A traitorous blush spreads across your face, huffing, “Doesn't look like it.”

Randal steps a bit closer, “I thought Sebastian was keeping you plenty company.” His lips tug upward, “You two have gotten close, that's cute.”

His eyes contrast his smile, there's a clear coat of irk behind them. Holy shit, is he… jealous? You perk up, suddenly gaining some confidence… and leverage. 

“Yeah, we talk.” You show him a coy smile, his eye twitches for a second. “Awesome… about what, exactly? Tell me all the deets.”

“Oh, y’know.” 

“I don't, I literally don't.”

“What does it matter?” You hum cheekily before adding, “Anyways, isn't it past your bedtime right now?"

It was far too bold, but god, did it feel good to say. Randal reacts accordingly by pinning you against the wall. He's peeved, and you should really be scared, but you can't help but buckle at the proximity.

Randal’s voice is unusually low, his eyes staring into yours, “You’ve forgotten who you're talking to, doll. I think I need to remind you, heheh.”

Your confidence is beginning to crumble, but you still manage to get a reply out through quivering lips, “Sebastian is right outside.” Randal grins, “Good.”

A gloved hand trails your torso before it finds its way under the hem of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down and past your ankles. You have to hold back a gasp when a cold finger circles the pearl of your clit.

Randal draws closer, his hot breath pressed against your neck. A warm tongue laps up and down the side before teeth bite down and suckle on your sensitive skin.

Adrenaline and ache build as the latex of his fingers push into your entrance, pumping in and out of you. “Randal–” A moan gets caught in your throat when he speeds up slightly, angling upwards with his movements. 

Randal rasped, continuing to mark your neck with bites and hickeys, “No-no, pet, you know my name.” 

You do, “Master, please, m-more!” It’s shameless, and it’s aloof to how upset you were earlier. Now, you burn for more, bucking onto the length of his fingers.

You couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming emotions – the hold he had over you was a force you couldn't deny, and certainly not control. There isn't anything holding you back from this. Not Satoru, not Sebastian, not even yourself.

Randal’s mouth hovers over yours, words tracing quivering lips, “That's right,” He grinds his erection against the tender flesh of your front, “ah–, let me hear those pretty noises!”

His touch only accentuates the pure excitement washes over the both of you, neither being able to remove sweaty hands off one another. 

Randal pins you further, hiking your legs up around his waist. His exposed cock rubs against your slick and pleading heat, relishing in the intoxicating shudder of your body. 

Your head rests on his shoulder, mouth agape as fingers tug at his hair, “S-Stop teasing!” 

You wrap your legs around him tighter in any attempt to heighten the friction, and Randal responds by gripping the bottom of your ass harder, “So needy, aren't you? Is that why you’ve been in such a mood? Can’t– ah, can’t handle not being the center of my attention? So jelly!”

An onslaught of groans fill the room, sputtering and begging for more. Randal grins against your neck, “Hah, how about you show me how much you need me?”

Randal then puts you down and pulls away, ignoring your whines about the wait. He shuts you up by motioning you to where he now sits, legs spread with his cock erect in his lap. 

Sweaty gloves hold onto your waist as you eagerly hover over his lap, “Can I? Can I, master, please?” Randal gives you a dopey smile, leaning to kiss your cheek, “I love it when you beg!” You groan and rut against him impatiently, “Oh, oh, yeah – get to it, pet.”

He’s right, you are incredibly needy. Despite all the sass and complaints, you truly can't help but rut into him. 

For now, you’ve completely given up any resentment towards Randal, instead relishing in the awaited pleasure he's giving you. A choir of slapping skin, moans, and praise cascade on the walls with pure want and need behind them. 

Your eyes never leave his, with Randal out right refusing to blink. He lays out under you, red spreads across his face, whether it blush or blood. His skin also glistens with sweat, downright uncomfortably sticky for any normal person. 

You aren't that type of person though, you're better than Satoru or Sebastian, or any other person he can waste his attention on. 

You want him to want you, like how you do him. Truly, you’ll take everything he gives and only ask for more.

Randal’s fingers start to dig into your hips, but he's nice enough to let you keep your own pace, encouraging your incredibly desperate movements. 

“Good pet,” His fingers dig even deeper, his own hips thrusting fervently against yours, “show me how much you want this.” His eyes never leave your body, admiring the way you bounce and quiver. 

Randal finds it addicting and oh-so adorable how he can completely make you come undone around him. He thinks himself kind for letting yourself prove how much you love him, but there really wasn't anything to worry about in truth.

He knows you’re so loyal, constantly aching just for him. But he still saw those sideways glances, how your mouth would pout, and the muttering between you and Sebastian. 

Your pettiness, though annoying, was because you missed your cute master… enough that you confided in Sebastian, leaving him out in turn. 

He can admit he got a bit caught up during his time with Satoru, but he's thankful now that he's reminded that nothing compares to how you surrender yourself to him. Randal knows you are his. He’ll make sure to show you time and time again.

Randal arches and humps into you, licking his upper lip to taste the blood that rests on it. Your own grip lies on his hips in an attempt to keep balance, the pace becoming feverish and hard to keep up. 

You croak out, feeling the knot in your abdomen grow tighter and tighter, “I think–” Randal eagerly nods, the twitch of his cock evident.

Your thighs quake, loud moans echoing off the vintage wallpaper of the room, orgasm ripping through you. Randal pushes his fingers into your hips one last time and follows suit, writhing under you.

Immediately, you allow yourself to rise a bit and lay on top of the young man, feeling how his rapidly breathing lungs press against your own. 

With labored breath, you choke out, “Can you… just spend more nights with me?” It's shy compared to the actions seconds earlier, but you still hold onto Randal’s form with that same desire. 

Randal laughs, slapping your bare ass cheekily, “If you wanted my attention,” He licks your earlobe, a hand resting on your waist, “You could’a just asked, doll.” 

You huff but still lean into his touch, pausing for a second before asking another question,

“...Do you think Sebastian heard us?”

“One grillion precent.”

[sooverwhitesandpinks]

Wish You Were Sober

fratboyharry x friend!reader Inspired by the lyrics of Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray

Warnings: angst, alcohol, weed, frat party, no mention of gender, idk.

You never really wanted to come to these parties. Maybe the first few in the beginning of the semester, but you grew tired of them quickly.

Beer, weed, loud music, and sweaty bodies. The bathrooms were always trashed and the floor was always sticky, but you still spent your Friday nights in these humid frat houses. Not for your personal benefit, but for Harry.

"Is he really worth it?" Your roommate, Gianna asked. You were on one of the couches in the living room. Her boyfriend, Danny, was on her other side with his arm lazily slung over her shoulder, scrolling through his phone.

You sank further back into the couch. Your eyes hadn't moved away from Harry in minutes. He was leaned against a wall in black jeans and a dark henley, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the buttons unfastened, exposing his chest. A red flannel was tied around his waist, he'd taken it off within the first half hour of you two arriving.

He looked too good, he always did. His eyes were bright, his hair was perfect. His smile was killer, though the only thing killing you was that it wasn't being sent your way. The girl he'd been chatting up all night was the lucky recipient.

The girl, Piper, was in one of your smaller classes. She was pretty, you understood why Harry liked her. She was sweet and genuine but fuck, did you wish you could hate her.

They looked cute together, you guessed. She stood in front of him, drink in hand as she effortlessly flirted back. You watched as she shrieked something that he laughed at before they switched drinks and took a sip. They both pulled a face before switching back. You shook your head and finally looked away.

"Is who worth what?" You played dumb, turning to Gianna.

"Is Harry worth pining over? You follow him around like a lovesick puppy and he just keeps dragging you behind him," she tsked, sipping her seltzer.

You ran your thumb over the rim of your drink can and bit your cheek before answering. You and Harry became friends at an involvement fair at orientation over the summer. You were instantly smitten, but you never told him and he acted like he didn't notice.

"He's a good friend to me," you replied, shrugging.

"Is he? He's gotta know you like him, and he plays with your feelings anyway," she told you.

"He doesn't know," you shook your head, though you didn't put any effort into hiding your staring or blushing.

"He uses your feelings against you. He drags you out to these parties, he gets drunk, he knows you'll always take care of him," she sat up, staring down at you.

"He's just drunk, it's not intentional," you responded with a shake of your head, though you didn't know why you were excusing his behavior. She wasn't wrong.

"Either way it's fucked up. It's happened too many times. He brings you to these stupid parties you don't like, he flirts with other girls in your face, he gets too drunk, and you always sign up to take him home. Plus he tries to bone you when his flavor of the night won't fuck him 'cause he's hammered," she ranted. "You deserve better."

"I know," you dropped your head into your palm. You did deserve better. "I gotta get over him."

"Go get another drink, and go dance or flirt or I don't know, just don't look at him again. He'll be just fine without you," she shooed.

You lazily got off the sofa, making a point to look everywhere except the corner of the room Harry was currently occupying.

"Okay, I'm going," you nodded, setting your empty can beside the pile of them on the side table.

"'Atta girl," Gianna whooped. Your first stop was the kitchen, you grabbed your second seltzer of the night from a cooler before stepping out into the backyard.

The cool air of October nipped at your nose and the exposed skin of your knees. The back deck had been converted into a beer pong arena, people were crowded around the white folding table. You bypassed the mass of people and headed toward the bonfire in the yard.

"You mind if I sit here?" You asked, pointing to an empty folding chair beside some guy you'd never seen before.

"Not at all," he shook his head. His voice was lazy and his eyes were red tinted and heavy.

"Thanks," you nodded. You stared into the fire pit as the few other people in the circle conversed.

"You smoke?" The guy from before asked, holding a half-smoked joint out.

"Sometimes," you shrugged, accepting it. You brought it to your lips and sucked in a deep breath, feeling the smoke fill your lungs.

"You seem sad," he observed, taking the joint from between your fingers and hitting it himself. You exhaled.

"Maybe I am," you shrugged. He blew a cloud of smoke in the other direction before turning to face you again.

"How come?" He asked, handing you the joint. You took another hit, held it, then exhaled before you replied.

"I don't even know your name," you said, still blowing smoke. You handed him the joint again.

"I'm Zayn," he smiled before batting his long eyelashes. You told him your name before finally answering his question.

"I'm desperately in love with one of my friends, but he couldn't care less. My roommate thinks he's stringing me along, and honestly she might be right," you admitted. You sat back in your chair as the buzz from the weed startled to settle in.

"Damn," he hit the joint once more before he passed it off to the girl a few seats over from him.

"Damn indeed," you nodded.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked, you could feel his eyes on the side of your face even though yours hadn't moved from the flames.

"Not particularly," you answered. If you talked about it, you might cry. You saw him nod in your peripheral before he turned to face the fire as well.

The two of you sat side by side, the crackle of the fire and the cheers of the cup pong club were the only sounds in the air. You weren't sure how long you were sitting there. You weren't exceptionally high, but definitely buzzed. Your drink was almost empty by now, the alcohol in your system only providing a slight buzz as well.

"I'm gonna go get another beer, you want anything?" Zayn asked, rising from his seat.

"I'm okay," you shook your head. He nodded before walking off.

He returned a few minutes later, beer in hand and a couple trailing behind him. The girl, who you now realized was Piper, was holding Harry up. He was behind her, slumped over her shoulders.

"These two were walking around calling your name, I told them you were out here," Zayn said as he plopped down into his seat again.

"Harry's hammered. I asked him who he trusted to take him home and he said your name," Piper explained. She gestured to the boy behind her who stood up upon the mention of his name.

"This your friend?" Zayn asked. You nodded.

"Okay, I'll uh-- I'll get him back to the dorms," you stood, suddenly thankful you hadn't taken another hit.

"Thanks. I would do it but I don't know which building he's in," she smiled, patting Harry on the arm.

"Why can't we go back to your place?" He slurred, looking to Piper, who giggled.

"Because you're too drunk," she told him. "Call me tomorrow, if you can remember."

"Oh I will," he pointed. Piper waved at you before walking back to the house.

"Hey," you felt Zayn's hand wrap around your wrist. "Don't get strung along."

You didn't say anything, just nodded. You grabbed Harry's arm and wrapped it around your neck so you could help him walk.

"Hiiiiii," he cheesed, starting to walk with you.

"Hey, Harry," you sighed.

"Can I hit that joint I saw back there?" He asked, jabbing his thumb back in the direction of the bonfire.

"Absolutely not," you shook your head as you walked alongside the house.

The two of you stumbled down the street, Harry babbling incoherently and you trying to lug him just a few blocks further.

"You're so nice," he hummed, tripping on every third or fourth step he took.

"I know," you sighed, disappointed with yourself.

The two of you eventually made it to the dorm hall, slowly climbing the few steps ahead of the door. You had to instruct Harry on which leg to lift when.

"You're so pretty too," he added. You shook your head and let it roll off of your back, he always started with that. You pulled him into the building and dragged him to the elevator. The two of you leaned against the back wall after you hit the button for your floor.

"I think I might be a little drunk," he giggled. You wanted to laugh with him, but you couldn't.

"Maybe," you simply replied. The doors opened after a minute or so. You stood up again, letting Harry's weight fall back on you once again.

You walked down his hallway, stopping at his door. He mumbled something about this looking like his room as you punched his code in and opened the door.

You dropped him on his bed, his roommate gone like usual. Harry fell back onto his mattress, his fingers sliding down your arm until they grasped your hand.

"You should lay down with me," he suggested, patting the small space beside him with his other hand.

"No, Harry," you shook your head and pulled your hand from his. You moved to his dresser and grabbed his water bottle.

"C'mon, please," he begged. You sat down on the corner of his bed and held his water out.

"No. Just drink some water," you sighed. This was how it usually went. You would bring him home and he would try to pull you into his bed. You wouldn't ever take advantage of him, but it somehow felt like he was trying to take advantage of your kindness and love for him.

"Okay, okay," he nodded before he clumsily sat up beside you. He grabbed the bottle from your hands and took a small sip.

"More," you urged, wanting to leave this entire situation. You pledged to never accept a party invitation from him ever again. Gianna and Zayn were right. You can't keep getting caught up in your own one sided feelings and let yourself get dragged behind him.

"I'll drink this whole thing if you let me fuck you," he said, leaning closer. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky sigh, the smell of alcohol mixed with his cologne consuming you. You jumped when his lips met your jaw.

"Harry, I'm not gonna fuck you," you shoved him away gently. You still hadn't opened your eyes.

"Why not?" He leaned in again, this time speaking lowly into your ear. "We both know you want it."

You shook your head again and shoved him back a little harder this time. You stood from the bed and tried to breathe calmly, but you were honestly at your breaking point.

"Is that all I am to you?" You asked, not turning around to look at him yet.

"What do you mean?" He slurred, reminding you just how drunk he was.

"I can't keep doing this, Harry. I can't keep letting you drag me around. It's not good for me anymore, not that it ever was," you started, turning around to look at him.

"I'm sick of watching you parade other girls around all night. I'm sick of still being a good friend and taking you home when you're too drunk to walk. And I'm extremely tired of you toying with me when your first choice won't have sex with your drunk ass," you huffed, frustrated tears pooling in your eyes. "It's exhausting, and I'm tired of it. I deserve to be called pretty when you're sober."

You looked down at Harry, watching him stare back up at you. He seemed a little less drunk than he was before. He blinked a few times, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm a shitty friend," he shook his head, setting his water down on the floor.

"You're not, Harry. Most of the time you're great. Honestly, it's not your fault. It wouldn't hurt so much if I wasn't hopelessly in love with you," you bravely confessed. You figured he wouldn't remember it anyway.

"It is my fault, though. I knew you liked me and I still said all that terrible stuff to you," he spoke. You wiped your tears away with the heels of your hands, even though fresh ones replaced them almost immediately.

"God, Harry. I think I need to be away from you for awhile," you said, blowing out a shaky breath. He didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Are you going to remember this in the morning? You usually don't."

"Do we have this conversation often?" He glanced up at you with a hiccup.

"No, not the conversation. You usually try to get in my pants though," you grabbed a bottle of painkillers and set them on the table by his bed.

"I'm sorry," he fell back onto his mattress again, clearly exhausted. He rubbed his eyes.

"I know," you stated, pulling the door open.

"I wish I was sober for this conversation," he sighed, turning onto his side.

"I wish you were sober too," you walked out.

Masterlist

Part 2

[good-jewish-omens]

[VERY SERIOUS DISCLAIMER FOR THE FOLLOWING TEXT: I wrote this about three hours ago. It is currently 11:45am CST on 10/7/2023, and about an hour ago news sources started reporting Palestinian liberatory action. This situation concerned me before, and due to the connections the genealogical industrial complex has with the Israeli occupation and the Mormon church, I believe eyes should be on this. I do not believe this is a Palestinian effort, if I know anything about anything of US white supremacist extremist hate crimes, this reeks of it. Anyone saying that it is a Palestinian effort must be approached with extreme caution, especially if they are a Zionist. This is exactly the kind of thing that could be scapegoated. Do not let it. This is also about Chinese Americans and indigenous Americans, who have had a blood quantum measurement also put onto us.] I'm Ashkenazi Jewish + indigenous North American and I have been warning people for almost a decade that this was going to happen. I have had an extremely difficult time with reconnection to my bio family, and I am not the only one. 23andMe and other DNA database sites have capitalized on adoptees and lost indigenous people since their inception. It was a part of their initial business model. I keep my identity close to my chest, largely from white people but I'm also careful about who I share it with IRL - I'm passing as an active adjective. One of the reasons I don't get into it is because of these companies alone. When I have spoken about who I am with people who it was a mistake to talk about it with, their answer to all my woes is to "just take a DNA test if you really want it so bad." When I explain further what these companies do and how this data is collected, with several of them having headquarters and offices in Israeli-occupied Palestine and Utah where the Mormon church is extremely involved (solidifying a very legitimate business connection & alliance between two religious self-claiming "authorities"), I am dismissed. It does not matter to people. There is a staunch belief that if you "really are that thing, you have to prove it with DNA," AS IF THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO DO THIS.

This data is dangerous. I'm an anthropologist, currently working on digital anthro among other things. It has never been safe for the thing that white supremacists use to determine our humanhood to be collected by a company whose mission is to profit on eugenics and genocide. This was always going to happen. In this instance, it was specifically Jews and Chinese people which this article title does not do justice.

If you have taken one of these tests in your life, there is now not really much you can do except protect yourself in the ways you can. Their ToS and copyright agreement are extremely unethical and always have been. You can request for them to destroy your data, but that doesn't actually guarantee that it's going to happen or that they haven't already sold it/shared it or your other information for research or commercial marketing purposes. Otherwise, I highly recommend a) doing the most you can to protect yourself online, b) locking down your finances and credit if you feel comfortable and confident doing so, c) and familiarizing yourself with the Nuremberg blood quantum chart below to see if you are affected by this given your results because yes, this is their end-game. If you fall on this chart at all, you are at risk. This is about the blood that runs through your veins, not about your social and cultural life as you know it right now.

Given my disclaimer above, please watch out for further news on this. This is not nothing. This is extremist terrorist planning that has the potential to be very far-reaching.

[lashysdomain]

Sing me a Song of Severing

Book of Songs Solitude | Sympathy | Success | Scrutiny | Sentiment: Saccharine • Shattered | Severing

Tw for Mild Violence

Hearing the woman finally hang up Isatol sighs, hooking an arm around Artinos' arm, leaving the phone abandoned on the seadwellers bed as its owner is dragged away into his living room.

"Um... Isa...? What... Were we going to do tonight, anyway....?"

The fae glances back at Arti in silence, sitting on the couch and yanking the seadweller into the spot beside him.

"Food. Lets... Order something." 

He knows that it won't arrive before Arti's moirail, but he may as well have something to eat no matter what happens. Plus, it'll likely be the last night he'll eat on Artinos' dime unless the violet was particularly stupid, so he may as well order whatever he wants for once. Arti always seems to know what food he'd like at least and ordering in silence is over quickly. Still, knowing Justya, 45 minutes will be far too long for anything to get there in time.

"Guess... We're just waiting now, huh? I can find a movie or something to p-"

"Artinos," Isatol pauses for a moment, just watching the violet stiffen before looking to him, "Pass out already, would you?"

The sudden weight of Arti against his side makes Isatol grunt, grumbling under his breath while rearranging the fish about how much of a handful he is. At least now he can wait in peace without anymore goddamn questions or inane babbling.

Within minutes he hears the sound of a car coming up the street, the louder engine noises following he's however unaccustomed to. The bitch brought friends, hmm? What happened to saving your quadrants alone like some sort of annoying knight?

He has little time between his thoughts and watching the front door open. The orange blood strutting inside like she owns the place commands him not to speak, along with something else, but he doesn't quite care enough to pay attention.

It seems she'd told Arti something, but with Isa's magic still in effect the seadweller doesn't move. When she steps forward and begins loading him onto her shoulders Isatol snaps to be more present, wrapping a hand tightly around her arm to keep her from pulling his prey away.

"If he didn't get up I don't think he wants to go." he growls, eyes narrowing and slowly taking on a glow as he glares the short woman down.

"I recall telling you, not a moment ago, to keep your mouth shut."

She's stronger than he expected, easily pulling her arm away and pulling Arti to her shoulders. He could let them go, sure, but at least some fuss has to be made, doesn't it? If he'd had time perhaps things would have been different, but Artinos didn't mean that much in the end. Simply entertainment, and what good is the show you’ve created if you can’t get involved personally? Hmm. But that’d be effort, wouldn’t it.

Even so, his body slips between air and space to block Justyas path to the open door, lights within the house flickering as the air grows cold.

"And I think I told you that he didn't want to go. Put him down."

Isatol hadn't noticed the wrench in her hand until it's being swung at him— Or perhaps it wasn't there moments ago— But it distracts him long enough while she whistles, a searing pain in his side and a glance back making him realize that she's not simply brought one friend to take Artinos, but five.

Slipping back to a place beside Justya he takes a firm grip on his prey, giving a hefty pull and barely moving him at all. He does, however, manage to draw enough ire that the wrench is now in his face.

In the back of his mind Isatol is more than a little happy that people stopped using iron for everything, but the strike still sends him onto the floor, the lime hue of his blood painting it's way across the floor in streaks.

Catching Justya leaving in the corner of his eye he shifts again, holding his mangled face in one hand, the others nails growing long as the strange women Justya brought with her once again move in to keep him occupied.

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Artinos begins to stir as he's carried, catching something in his moirails voice about 'not knowing how to take a hint', his vision clearing just enough when he's set down to know he's in the backseat of a car.

"Justya...?" His voice is groggy and faint, head lifting just enough to spot her form beside him.

"Belt. On." she commands, shutting the all too loud door in some unknown rush. His limbs are heavy, but he does manage as the car is taken out of park.

The cars horn makes his head hurt, and the thumping of something under Justya's wheels doesn't do much to make him feel any better. He's silent for a while, just letting his senses slowly return as his moirail speeds far from his home.

Eventually their eyes connect in the rear view mirror, the most actual worry he's seen on her face making his stomach drop.

"You... Feeling okay?"

"Tired... But yeah, I'm alright..." shaking his head he tries to rid himself of what fogginess lingers, scooting to the front of his seat to lean over her shoulder and watch the road. "What happened...?"

"Picked you up from your place. Didn't like how that prick butted into our call. You were passed out in his lap when I showed up."

Justya shrugs, glancing back at him to make sure he's coherent enough to hear her words.

"Guy's a freak, Arti; he kept teleporting all over the place. Every time you're done being around him it's like you're coming down off something. I don't like it."

He slumps against the seat back held upright by his chin with a sigh. "I... don't either... I've never had any health issues but it feels like... More are happening when I'm around him.... Or something...." Arti pauses, not wanting to acknowledge that he's been lying to himself for the last few months. "I keep thinking it's stress..."

"I don't think it's stress. At least not the kind you're thinking of." Justya seems like she wants to say more, but doesn't continue on that line of thought. "Lets just... Get somewhere safe. You'll have to put up with some looks but we'll be fine."

Arti nods, waiting for her to slow down before slipping over the center console into the passenger seat for the rest of the ride. He has a feeling he won't be hearing from Isatol any time soon at least.

[slightlysuspect]

State of the Union

The Galactic Senate meets to address their financial state now that the Clone Wars have finally ended.

Bail Organa

"I'm very eager to discuss our options to pay your debts." Senator Nix Card announces on the Senate floor. "Rest assured we will be most flexible."

"We meaning the banking clan." I say to Representative Binks next to me. Now that the Separatists have officially surrendered, all anyone wants to do is discuss finances.

Chancellor Taa asks, "Well what specifically did you have in mind?" As if he doesn't already know. I'm sure Taa has already agreed to it, and collected his fee. All that remains now is to sell it to the Senate.

"Believe me friends, nobody wants to see the Republic bankrupt." Card says.

"Deregulation of the banks was a grave mistake." I say to Jar-Jar. The amount of debt we managed to accumulate in the tail end of the war is obscene.

"Weesa in deep doo-doo." Jar-Jar says. I've always found him rather insightful.

"I am pleased to announce the Banking Clan's latest initiative." Card continues. "We wish to get involved with the reconstruction effort for the rebuilding communities across the galaxy."

"Could you please enlighten us what it means for you to get involved?" I ask to the floor.

"It's simple really." Card responds. "In these times of uncertainty across the galaxy, people need a localized governing force. A force the Banking Clan is looking to oversee and develop. If our legislation could come to pass, I am certain we could restructure the Republic's interest rates." Oh the interest rate is drowning us. For a fleeting moment I'm almost willing to hear him out.

"Am I supposed to believe you would be remotely concerned for the well-being of these people being governed?" I ask.

"That's enough Organa." Taa says. Incredible. Not only does he do nothing himself, but he makes it more difficult for the people around him to do anything as well.

"I will not be intimidated off the stand!" I exclaim. "If we aren't willing to talk about the people at risk, then what on Earth are we debating?" Taa has nothing to say to that. He's such an idiot. Dangerous as Palpatine was, I almost prefer his tenure.

"Bail rest assured I hear your concerns." Card says. "And believe me the responsibility to serve the people is one the Banking Clan does not take lightly." What a load of fodder. But what more can I say? Thankfully Mon Mothma jumps to my aid.

"I, for one find that notion laughable." She says. "People this is not the way! We made mistakes in the Clone Wars, but as we move forward, we must push out of this shadow of corruption we've fallen into! If we allow the Banking Clan to occupy Star Systems, then we are truly lost." Mon is truly an unstoppable force. Even with Padme in a coma, she's just as ferocious on the floor. I on the other hand feel I've lost my edge.

"Thank you, Mon Mothma." Taa says. "She is right. We cannot allow this."

"Chancellor please if you would only listen, you would realize the sincerity of our words." Card interjects. "In the massive power vacuum across the galaxy, the people are suffering. If we could just be allowed to help them."

"Keep in mind these are Confederate systems." Senator Ask Aak says. "They can't be left unsupervised. They may just go and start up a rebellion!"

"Oh no, let me quell your fears Senator." Card says. "No rebellions will be springing up in areas that are supported by our resources."

"How much of the Confederacy are you looking to help?" Chancellor Taa asks.

"Well all of it of course," Card continues, "but unfortunately we can only do so much, so we wish to focus our effort on the Inner Rim Confederate planets."

I interject, "First of all those aren't Confederate planets, those are Republic planets. We fought a whole war to keep the Republic alliance unified, and then we would so easily sell them to the Banking Clan?"

"Please Senator you are demonizing us." Card says. "We only wish to aid in rebuilding these Republic communities, as they struggle to recover from the terrors of war, and my friends from the Techno Union and Corporate Alliance also wish to reach out to the people."

"That's correct Senator Card." Senator Gume Saam of the Techno Union says. "We can focus our relief to the Middle Rim, while the Corporate Alliance can provide the Outer Rim with the help they have desperately needed since before the war." I'm surprised the Corporate Alliance even wants the Outer Rim. It can't be controlled, we just loosely claim ownership over them, and mostly leave them alone. But more importantly...

"Why is the Corporate Alliance involved in this deal?" I ask. "They were clearly aligned with the Separatists for the entire war!"

Senator Card retaliates, "Senator please the Corporate Alliance was deceived by evil the same as everyone else. They were just as blinded by Count Dooku as we were by Chancellor Palpatine. As we move forward, we must unify and forgive our past transgressions, and assist our neighbors in these times of growing uncertainty."

"You speak of unity, but remind me again why none of the Confederate systems have been allowed representation in the Republic Senate?" Mon Mothma asks.

"Please Senator Mothma that has nothing to do with the matter at hand." Chancellor Taa says.

"I beg to differ." Senator Mothma retaliates. "If there is to be a vote on the occupation of the Confederate systems, then the Confederacy should be allowed to vote on it." A reasonable request by any metric, but I fear she speaks upon deaf ears.

"Senator please this is no occupation." Gume Saam says. "At its core it is a relief aid initiative. Our focus is on healing these worlds, and we absolutely want them to be represented in the Senate, but should the people continue to suffer while we argue over policies?"

Mon Mothma says, "You really think you can sell me on the idea that you care about the people? Take your blatant lies and-"

"That's enough deliberation for the moment." Chancellor Taa says. Mon gives him a look of violent fury. "Let us reconvene tomorrow."

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"Unbelievable this new era of corruption." Mon Mothma says to myself and Representative Binks after the meeting. It's incredible what they've already gotten away with. Both the Techno Union and the Corporate Alliance financially backed the Separatist's war machine, and both should've gone into crippling debt as a result. However, the oh too convenient timing of both Nute Gunray and Lott Dod's death left the Trade Federation completely vulnerable. When the blame game got played during surrender talks, everyone pointed to the Trade Federation, who also conveniently enough owned the lion share of the Separatist debt. The Trade Federation goes under, the Neimoidians are condemned as warmongers, and everyone else comes out richer. The only people paying their war tab is the Republic.

"The Corporations can propose whatever they want on the floor, that doesn't mean it will pass." I say. "Who are our allies Mon?"

She scoffs. "When did it become so rare to be a Senator who wants to do the right thing?"

"Meesa will be opposin' the relief bill." Jar-Jar says.

"It's not a relief effort!" Mon exclaims.

"Mon please, Jar-Jar is on our side." I say. She's a fantastic voice on the Senate floor, but Mon can be bad with people more directly. That was always Padme's specialty.

"Yes of course. My apologies Representative Binks." Mon says. "Oh how I wish Padme were here. She was always so good at pulling allies out of thin air, and altering votes."

"Yes it has been hard without her." I say. "But we must strike this legislation down. It's what she would want."

"Indeed." Mon says. "So let's get to work."

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"Surely you can see the danger of complying with the corporations, Meena." Mon says to Meena Tills, the Senator for Mon Cala.

"Obviously I don't like it, but you haven't addressed the elephant in the room." Meena says.

"That elephant being?" I ask.

"How are we going to pay our outstanding debts?" Meena asks. "As little as I want to entertain the Banking Clan's proposal, I quite simply don't see any other options. Our financial irresponsibility has left us drowning, and if we don't negotiate with the corporations, we will have to file for bankruptcy."

"Yes we would." Mon says. "Believe me bankruptcy would be a far superior option compared to corporate occupation."

"Maybe. Maybe not." Meena says. "But if we refuse corporate aid, then we will be broke, and people across the galaxy will suffer while the war profiteers sit on their fortunes."

"So you really believe the people will be better off if this bill passes?" I ask.

"I do." Meena says. "If we refuse this aid, then where will help come from? We certainly don't have the means to help anyone at the moment."

"Are you really so blind Meena?" Mon asks. "The corporations have no desire to help anyone, and what happens when the Corporate Alliance comes knocking on Mon Cala?"

"Maybe you're the one who's blind." Meena responds cooly. "In your desire to be against this legislation, you refuse to acknowledge the wealth of positive outcomes from supporting it. And Mon Cala never defected from the Republic. The Corporate Alliance won't interfere with us."

Mon scoffs. "We'll see about that."

Author's Note

I really like this one. I don't know if politics is interesting to read about, but I think the political landscape of the galaxy is critical to my AU. So have patience my nonexistent readers. It's all coming together.

[rosethornewrites]

12/26-1/9 NR, E, & M reading

The usual

Finished

Not Rated:

It’s alright to cry even my dad does sometimes, by enbysaurus_rex

It’s just,, Lil snapshots of Jingyi slowly becoming aware of LWJ’s grief and then his joys

From The Eyes of Commoner, by ReynDay (3rd in a series)

"What can commoners be possibly doing? They are beneath the great sects anyways."

Explicit:

hours to occupy, by untokki (7 chapters)

From the moment they met, Lan Zhan could not place the feelings that bubbled up in his chest when looking at Wei Ying.

Say So, by FeelsForBreakfast

Wei Wuxian is hit with a sexy curse that can only be broken by fucking or dying horny about it. In a last-ditch effort to preserve the paper-thin plausible deniability protecting his enormous crush on Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian attempts to choose ‘dying horny about it.’ He fails on all counts.

Mature:

you caught me in a moment weak, by Miss_Enthusiasimal (2nd in a series, 5 chapters)

Wei Wuxian went back in time when he fell at Nightless City to his time in the Burial Mounds. He's determined to change the future, but has he messed things up already?

Alternative POV/Missing Scenes for my fic 'we're starting at the end'.

Keep Holding On, by abCEE (46 chapters)

As they reached an inn and Wei Wuxian got them a room with three beds, the world seemed to have frozen for Jiang Yanli when her brother suddenly fainted and Jiang Wanyin was just fast enough to catch him before his body could hit the floor.

"A-Xian!"

"Wei Wuxian!"

In which after the Lotus Pier Massacre: Wei Wuxian was greatly injured by Zidian, Jiang Yanli left the inn to buy the medicines and food, and Jiang Wanyin distracted the Wens.

(With a bonus of Wei Wuxian knowing the title of the song and more things ensued inside the Xuanwu Cave that may or may have not involved Lan Wangji's forehead ribbon)

Canon diverged from there.

I Will Find You Again, by Hidenka_chan101

Lan Xichen had felt immense relief, knowing that before the dust even settled after the collapse of Guanyin temple that Wei Wuxian had made himself scarce. Despite the pain he felt from learning the truth about his sworn brother, Lan Xichen tried to use the absence of Wei Wuxian’s grating voice as a balm to soothe his own discomfort.

-----

What if Wei Wuxian, now fully aware of his feelings for Lan Wangji, decided not to confess his undying love for the Second Jade?

Unfinished

Not Rated:

Friday Nights, by Autumn_leaf101

“A-Cheng there is someone I would like you to meet with this Friday. He is the successor to Lan Academies. I’ve spoken with his uncle and we shall see if you both are suitable for each other.” Said Yu-Jiang ZiYuan, with a tone of clarity and finality.

“Yes A-Niang” Having expected this he felt relieved to get it over with.

“The Lan Academies huh? The heirs are quite the handsome duo.” A cheeky Cangse Sanren pointed out. “Isn’t the younger, the pouty one you’re always talking about A-Xian?! Oh, and the older, he has the sweetest smile, doesn’t he?” She continued an excited rant, met with an equally excited Wei Wuxian.

As the conversation steered to the rumours of Jiang Cheng’s potential betrothed, he wanted to know what was being said but no amount of effort could help him concentrate. His only focus; convincing himself that a lifetime of neglect and passive-aggressive companionship wouldn’t be too bad, or maybe, just maybe he could love and be loved the way a husband and wife are meant to.

straight guys for lan zhan, by UnsquareDance

@straightguys4lanzhan, who you might know, is on Instagram!

Profile description:

just bc i'm straight doesn't mean i don't have eyes👀

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you can have the best of me, baby, by stiltonbasket

Twelve hours after Jiang Cheng and the others escape from Mount Muxi, Wei Wuxian risks wading into the lake and discovers that the underwater passage to the stream in the maple wood has been blocked behind the tortoise’s body.

“It’s sleeping right beside the opening,” he whispers, when he and Lan Zhan are safe in a tunnel of rock too narrow for the Xuanwu’s neck and head. “Judging by the current in the water, that passage was the only way out.”

Trapped in the Xuanwu's cave with no means of escape, Lan Wangji suggests a surprising course of action to strengthen himself and Wei Wuxian for battle: dual cultivation.

The session proves successful, but despite their best efforts, Wei Wuxian's golden core yields unexpected consequences for them both.

I'd Give You The Moon, by Teadrenched

Wei Wuxian is very smart, but you wouldn't think that if you saw him now, lost alone in the woods at night and being choked by a witch. Despite his predicament, all Wei Wuxian can think about is how pretty the witch looked, and that he didn't know boys were allowed to wear dresses (but after seeing Lan Wangji, definitely thinks more should)

OR

Wei Ying finds fem witch Lan Zhan in the woods and goes to bother him whenever Madame Yu has been a bit too much

Enough!, by Jeeny271196

Wei WuXian had enough of them blaming him for everything. Or say Wei WuXian snapped out!

Wei WuXian reacted differently after Lan Xichen blaming him for Lan Wangji's suffering at guangying temple. Which changed lot of things.

Explicit:

you'll find my heart on the mountainside, by lulu_kitty

After parting ways with Lan Wangji on the mountain path, Wei Wuxian takes some time to consider what it is that he wants with this new second chance at life.

The answer finds him coming back to Lan Wangji, his zhiji, but after they reunite and set forth to embark on their new life together, an unexpected surprise awaits them on their journey home.

Or, a post-canon CQL/Untamed getting together story: accidental baby acquisition addition.

The Communication Effect, by draechaeli

If only there was more communication, or the right kind then everything would be all right. Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi might be bad when it comes to talking to each other about the important things, but they are still leagues better then the older generation that use communication like swords: concealing, revealing, and striking as they please for their own gain. From apologies, to misunderstandings, to sieges, to rumours and gossip, to cold wars, to lies, to civil wars, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi navigate the world together once their brothers make sure they’re engaged before the classes at Cloud Recesses are finished.

This fic is finished at 186k in 37 chapters + 3 extras

Unfinished Epilogue - Postscripts, by Solmae

What happens after ‘the end.’

The Not!Sequel to the Unfinished Epilogue.

Each chapter can be read as standalone. Overall, the chapters are roughly in chronological order from “Day 1” through “Day 7,” but are being posted out of order. Sorry for any confusion.

Safely hidden in Gusu, by Aleaneah (locked to ao3 accounts only)

Lan Wangji had just finished his three years of seclusion.

However, that doesn't mean he had finished his mourning and grieving.

How could it be otherwise, when his heart is dead ?

Then...

One day, a friend(?) come to him, scheming behind his fan.

And his world regain a little of its colors.

Blood Harmony, by Anonymous

A canon-divergence CQL-verse fic, set after their goodbyes on the rooftop of Unclean Realm.

An arranged marriage AU for WangXian.

(pining while married)

Not a fix-it, more like a different kind of angst

Time Unwinds in a Kaleidoscope of Red, by vamprav

Wei Wuxian falls through time and hits the ground in the Burial Mounds. After taking stock of his situation he decides that things will be different this time, even if it kills him, starting with that disastrous reunion with his brother and future husband.

Love in Red and Gold, by Kaytla

"If you're not happy," Wei Wuxian suddenly heard his own voice saying, not unlike an out of body experience, "you could always express an interest in me."

Lan Wangji's head snapped up, piercing Wei Wuxian with such an intense stare he scrambled to try and explain the words that had just tumbled uncontrollably out of his foolish mouth, wondering faintly if he was going to have any control over his errant tongue today.

"I mean - it's just a suggestion, Lan Zhan. If you've shown an interest in someone, there's less pressure to marry immediately, right?" Gods, what was he saying? His tongue felt like a lump of liver in his mouth, clumsy and unwieldy, but he just kept talking.

Mature:

Second Summer, by Anonymous

“So, this is awkward,” says Wei Ying, with a little laugh. It sounds fake. “But I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”

A year after the mysterious death of the Jin heir, Lan Wangji runs across the secret, long-lost, amnesiac love of his life while on a night-hunt.

Up Above the Water, Never Going Under, by ishaalajusco

Jin Ling is kicked out of Koi Tower for an impromptu vacation, only to find himself traveling to the past to meet legends before they were made.

Or,

Jin Ling: How the hell did these people Sunshot Campaign?!

Dreams of Paradise, by Hauntcats

This on begins during the siege of the Burial Mound. Wei Ying is trying to destroy or nullify the tiger seal before anyone else can get it. The results don’t work out quite how he thought they would. His essence is trapped in between time where he witnesses different scenes of the lives of those he cares about. (The 13? 16? Years when he was dead.)

Then he wakes up in a place he didn't expect.

Once again, not Jiang friendly. If you don't like that, please, don't read.

travelers through the empty gate, by stiltonbasket

Ten years after eliminating the Jiang and Nie clans, Emperor Wen Ruohan is dethroned by a young demonic cultivator from the outlands of Yiling, who surpasses him in both talent and cruelty. Where Wen Ruohan burned his enemies, Emperor Yiling raises his from the dead, and sends them through the imperial city to hunt down every last remnant of the Wen clan that tries to evade his clutches.

The last thing Lan Wangji wants to do with the Yiling huangdi is marry him.

Unfortunately, his family's fall from grace leaves him with no other choice.

Keeping Our Promises Unbroken, by ColdBloodedReptile

The last thought Jiang Yanli had was that it was worth it to save her brother, and she would be reunited with her husband.

She didn't expect to find herself on the way to Cloud Recesses for lectures, again.

Or, Jiang Yanli travels to the past after Nightless City, and decides to not let history repeat itself. She's surprised to find she's not the only one who wishes that.

I Know How Those in Exile Feed on Dreams of Hope, by rabbit_habits and saltedpin

“What does it mean, that Wen Ruohan has all the Yin Iron?” Jiang Cheng asked, dragging himself up into a sitting position – her medicines must have worked quickly, because his ribs gave only a twinge when he moved.

Wen Qing settled down beside him, head bowed as she packed away her supplies, her shoulder brushing his arm when she moved. “It means that no one in the cultivation world can oppose him,” she whispered.

—

Canon divergence AU in which Jiang Cheng and Jin Zixuan are captured by the Wens after escaping from the Xuanwu's cave, before they can return to rescue Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

can't find a way home, by KouriArashi

After giving away his golden core and being thrown into the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian takes his revenge on the Wen sect without crossing paths with the Sunshot Campaign.

With no trace of him found, his loved ones have no choice but to believe he died in the Burial Mounds, and go into mourning.

But then strange things start to happen around Yunmeng ... and in Lanling, Jin Guangshan has only begun to take advantage of the power vacuum left behind by the war.

Truths Laid Bare For All, by Preludian_Staves

The betrothal letter comes in the Springtime with a Lan escort, changing how events happen in Wei Wuxian's life.

AKA Wangxian meets early before the Cloud Recesses lectures and slowly starts moderately sooner, some things change and others stay moderately the same. Plus WWX flourishing under the tutelage of the Lans when there isn't prickly Heir or his equally prickly mother lurking around that needs near constant appeasement and a truth serum is involved somewhere in the course of things.

If Plan A won't work, there's a Plan B!, by SplitGirl28

Since discovering the truth about his Dage's death, Nie Huaisang was pissed and dug into Jinlintai considering his brother's unusual hatred of Jin Guangyao that warranted investigation. He discovered schemes that also led to a former classmate's death, his best friend's cornering and murder via weaponized stupid idiots by the Jins...all to have access to Demonic Cultivation in Jin Guangshan's bid for power.

It was then he discovered through his spies that Mo Xuanyu, a boy who resembles Wei Wuxian except for eye shape befitting a Jin, and a rounder face, was yet another of Jin Guangshan's spawn. Taken to Jinlintai a year after his best friend's murder and made to research Demonic Cultivation as he had no aptitude for orthodoxy yet very proficient with it. He spent years befriending the boy on the sly...and made plans.

One won't give him his brother back even if he gets revenge...the second plan will get him what he wants at a huge cost. And this young boy will help him!

[moonbyunniee]

genshin characters on your birthday pt.2

cw ➵ fluff

characters ➵ albedo, kaeya, zhongli, childe

a/n ➵ you can find part one here! happy reading, have a magical day or night 🤍

albedo - 阿贝多 ➵

albedo has 100% set out a secret birthday routine for the two of you to follow

sucrose has been tasked to make sure everything goes to plan because he's too occupied with you, his precious y/n

much like a scientific procedure, except he takes a day off any real experiments he needs to do

he has, of course, painted a beautiful portrait of you

yes he spent hours on the design trying to make it perfect

he's also made a birthday breakfast for you, scientifically proven to taste amazing <3

"so, starlight...what would you like to do on your special day?"

the two of you spend most of the day exploring the surrounding area and documenting various items you find

as albedo literally lives on dragonspine, it gets fairly cold after a while of being outside

so he takes you inside, near the fire to warm you up <3

ooh and he's also made you a delicious birthday cake!

he put a lot of time and effort into the cake, as he does with all things

so it turns out tasting amazing!

albedo has also taken the time to craft you a present

since he's an incredibly smart man, he's done something involving alchemy

he makes the two of you matching rings that can glow

made out of rare, valuable gem pieces

so you'd better protect that gift with your life <3

at night, albedo cuddles you near the fire

he doesn't have to say much to let you know that he loves you to the ends of teyvat

and you drift off to sleep in his arms, warm and protected

"sweet dreams, starlight...let's make every day this special. you deserve it."

kaeya - 凯亚 ➵

the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius never fails to make every day an adventure for his beloved y/n

and when it's your special day, he goes to any limits to let you be at ease for the whole day

in the morning, as soon as you wake up, he gives you a kiss and chuckles

"oh, so you're awake now~...happy birthday, y/n. now, where to today?"

so you have work?

no you don't, not anymore

kaeya makes sure that the other knights of favonius do your work for you

and he himself takes the entire day off to spend time with you

this mischievous man keeps his plans for the day a complete secret from you

basically the entire day, the two of you wander around mondstadt together

he takes you out to good hunter for lunch

and in the evening, he takes you to diluc's tavern just to annoy diluc

...who gives you free drinks but not for kaeya ahem

as the sun sets and the entire sky is painted black, the two of you go to the dawn winery and sit on the rolling green hills, watching the scenery around you

he holds you close, kissing you and murmuring words into your ear

...he's also drunk btw ehe

"my precious y/n...what would i do without you...please stay with me...don't leave me...i promise i'll take care of you until the day i die...just stay with me...i love you too much to let you go..."

zhongli - 钟离 ➵

because of the geo archon's age, he doesn't really understand the purpose of a birthday

after all, he's thousands of years old!

but since you're a mortal, it gets through to him why you want to celebrate another year of your tiny life gone past

it does make him slightly sad to see how you're getting older, but nevertheless he sets up an amazing birthday for you <3

"happy birthday, y/n - now, as i do not understand why on earth you'd want to celebrate the day of your aging, you'll have to guide me through this one. nevertheless, let's try to make it a pleasant day."

expect this man to make a full-on birthday tea and everything for you

with cakes and exotic teas and your other favourite things to eat <3

he makes everything very formal

he puts up decorations everywhere

and of course, he knows about the gift-giving traditions that mortals do on each other's birthdays

so he does all of these things as well

he doesn't really know what to get for you as a present

so he makes a beautiful artifact out of priceless ores he crafted especially for you <3

at night, he tells you stories of his life as an archon, quietly whispering words into your ear until you drift off into a peaceful slumber with him right at your side

"my sweet, precious y/n...what would i ever do without you? happy birthday, my beloved. sweet dreams~..."

childe - 达达利亚 ➵

tartaglia is a very family-oriented person

but there's only one thing comparable to his love for his family, and that's his love for you, his beautiful y/n

as soon as the first ray of sunlight makes its way into your bedroom, childe is up and ready

and he shakes you awake excitedly

ready to get the day rolling <3

"y/n...guess what day it is today? that's right - it's your birthday! and as it's such a special day, i get to take you out and treat you to whatever you'd like. now...what do you fancy this fine day?"

okay so we all know childe is really rich right

well, he takes you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner at several high-end, luxury restaurants

don't get me wrong, he loves you and everything, but who can say no to being spoiled by this rich man?

childe will also take you shopping wherever you'd like

your wish is his command, and he takes you everywhere and anywhere you want to go

he's already ordered for an expensive triple-layer cake to be made for your birthday

and he gives it to you after dinner, singing you happy birthday and remembering his youth

when he'd always sing happy birthday to his family members on their special days <3

and now that he's got you, childe is infinitely grateful for everything you do

as you drift off to sleep in his arms while he rocks you to sleep gently, he kisses your forehead and hugs you close

"y/n...i love you so much. i hope one day, i'll be able to put my happiness with you into words. but until then...happy birthday, my treasure."

[exovapor]

I'm OBSESSED with your writing. Can you try.. Maybe, Donnie being a filthy boy being an 'stalker-ish' of his long time crush? Be checks their FB for new posts, saves every picture of them he finds? He doesn't mean to be a creep, feels guilty, but just doesn't know how to ask for more than friendship?

Good afternoon Anon. Here is my short story in relation to your ask.

I wasn't sure where you wanted me to take this, so I had to do a bit of guessing on my part. I hope this something like you were wanting.

I will admit that this ask was a bit of a struggle for me, not knowing a clear direction to take it outcome made me a little unsure of my writing and guessing abilities LOL. However, I will admit to crying along with the characters in this story more than once.

Thanks again for the ask and the initial compliment. I hope to continue to earn your favor in future posts.

· Stalker [noun]: 1a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention. 2a person who hunts game stealthily.

· Donnie stared at the definition on his one of his monitor screens while his various other screens were busy flashing receipts of files downloaded, text trail streams from your phone, notices of any social media post/update/like/heart/emoji, a GPS line grid of your routes today (overlayed over the routes you’d taken previously), and data search hits of anything and everything that pertained to you.

· At this point, the boy had literally every picture you had ever posted, anywhere, of yourself. In fact, he had all the pictures that other people posted of you in them. He had even gone through the effort of designing a face recognition program that picks you out of the background of total strangers’ pictures and, yeah, he had those in a file too.

· He has special file folders that compile things that you like, things you don’t like, things that make you happy, things that make you sad. He is your own personal Pinterest and you didn’t even know it… and maybe that is the part that keeps bothering him so much.

· He sits staring at that word and definition and chewing his bottom lip. True, he knows the word and the meaning, but he needed to LOOK at it, analyze it, mull it over in his guilt ridden brain.

· He just KNEW the word Stalker couldn’t apply to him.

· After all, he isn’t harassing or persecuting you, you don’t know! So, it isn’t necessarily ‘unwanted attention’. It is just…unknown attention.

· Stealthily, hmmmm, did that part apply to him? Well, He isn’t EXACTLY being stealthy.

· If you knew about technology like him, then you would probably see his programs running on your devices and be alerted to his activities. AND, if you shared his love and view of technology, then you would probably be more understanding of his activities and not consider them stealthy…just data mining. In fact, you might applaud him.

· ‘Ok, that was taking it a bit too far’, Donnie thinks to himself and he feels a band tighten and squeeze around his infatuated heart.

· He is almost certain that you would be shocked to learn of his extra curricular activities and how they revolve around every aspect of you.

· Regardless of how he tried to spin the truth and wiggle out of the definition of stalker, Donnie still felt guilty for invading your privacy. However, he honestly couldn’t help himself…at least not anymore.

· He has fought the urge, the nagging thoughts and the burning need, to know more about you for what seemed like an eternity.

· Listen to him, he is starting to sound dramatic like Mikey! What is his turning into? He is losing his rational edge!

· To be accurate, it hasn’t been an eternity. In fact, he has known you 1 year, 36 days, 14 hours, 11 minutes, and 23 seconds to be exact. However, you started occupying space in his mind 2 minutes into meeting you and your claim over his mind has grown exponentially over time.

· You were quiet and reserved during that first meeting, so there wasn’t much to go on. It started as a simple visual interest with a thought of ‘Oh. She’s pretty’.

· However, then you started talking and that changed everything.

· You opened up more and more each time you hung out with their little group, revealing layers and layers of interests and personality. You were fascinating…and that’s when his thoughts about you really started to snowball and spiral out of control.

· You went from being a simple pretty face to being a walking embodiment of everything he seriously ever dreamed of having in a mate.

· Early on, there were three sticking points that really made Donnie’s feelings problematic. 1. He was a nearly seven foot tall walking talking turtle and you weren’t. 2. You had a boyfriend that you were deeply in love with and adored. 3. Donnie was too insecure about #1 and how you felt about inter-species dating to let you know that you had started to OWN his heart.

· Now, thanks to his surveillance, there were only two sticking points….#1 and #3.

· He still remembers the feelings of that day, 44 days ago, when the blip of information popped up on this screen alerting him to the fact that your boyfriend was starting to stray.

· Donnie had severely conflicting feelings bombard him at once and it was overwhelming.

· The initial knee jerk reaction was elation, one of the problems blocking him from you may soon be null.

· However, the feeling of elation only lasted for a second or two before the intense anger and sadness set in. Donnie was honestly shocked at the depth of his anger, he didn’t even know he had that level of malice in him. Had he been in physical proximity to your boyfriend at that moment in time, Donnie isn’t sure that he wouldn’t have hurt your guy…or worse.

· How COULD this guy do this? WHY would he? He HAD YOU! What the heck was this guy thinking? Not only did he have you, but you thought the world of him. When you spoke about him you would smile so genuinely, your eyes would shine and gaze off into a bright imagined future. Donnie was always so jealous to watch it happen, he wondered what it would be like to be THAT GUY. And here the idiot was throwing it all away and meeting up with another girl!

· WHAT THE…(yes, this called for a curse) HELL…IS WRONG WITH HUMAN MEN?

· As the anger set root in his heart, the sadness engulfed Donnie like an all-consuming wave. He realized he was going to have to share this information with you, somehow, and that he was going to have to watch as it destroyed you.

· At first, Donnie had a plan to try and save you both from that fate. True, it would hurt him more to save your relationship, but he would rather be the one facing the pain and not you.

· He TRIED to circumvent the situation. He sent anonymous messages to your boyfriend stating that he knew about the infidelity and that he would tell you if needed. However, it didn’t seem like your boyfriend cared because he sent messages back stating Donnie could, basically, go fuck himself.

· Life had cruel sense of irony, thought Donnie, that is exactly what I do since this moron has the woman that I love.

· So, after trying for nearly two weeks to stop what was happening behind your back, Donnie had no choice but to let you in on the secret.

· Donnie couldn’t come right out and tell you that he caught your boyfriend cheating by hijacking your data streams and the data streams of those around you. So, Donnie intercepted some texts between your boyfriend and his mistress and he then sent you a text, under the guise of your boyfriend, telling you to meet him at a specified restaurant for a date.

· It had been a gut wrenching night for Donnie. He remembered watching it all play out on camera feeds from around the restaurant and street outside. He watched you dressed up in your pretty dress get out of your cab in front of the restaurant. You had such a lovely smile on your face, you must have thought you were in for a romantic evening.

· He watched as you walked inside and how the hostess got flustered and confused by a 2nd girl showing up for your boyfriend’s seated-for-two table.

· Donnie stopped breathing as your eyes found the new couple holding hands and giving each other sweet kisses across the table. Hands and lips that were supposed to be yours were touching some stranger.

· Donnie watched your smile and eyes die…the light of your inner sun go out…

· …and it killed him.

· He’s not sure who was crying the hardest, you standing there in that restaurant witnessing the scene or him back at the lair watching your world crush around you on his monitor.

· It had taken a while for you both to recover from that night.

· His brothers noticed his melancholy mood for a couple of weeks but Donnie wouldn’t tell them what was bothering him. And you stayed in your bed, refusing to face the world, for nearly as long.

· Eventually, the group began to notice your silence and absence, so April stopped by your apartment to check on you. She was the one to pull you out of bed, get you to shower and eat. She visited everyday and made sure you had someone to vent to and a shoulder to cry on.

· Donnie was glad that April could be there for you when he couldn’t. He didn’t think it was appropriate for him, a male, to be your confidant at that time. Especially since he felt so much guilt over having to be the one to expose you to that pain.

· No, he didn’t CAUSE the pain, but he did have to make you face it and he didn’t like not being able to protect you from it. You were such a rare, precious creature and watching you in pain felt like he was suffocating slowly.

· There were some points during those first few weeks that he questioned if he did the right thing, but logic told him it would have eventually come to pass with or without his involvement. It was better to rip the bandage of quickly and let you start to heal than it was to let you linger and drag out the inevitable.

· Donnie did secretly check on you every single night during patrol. And, of course, his surveillance feeds were always running. He watched from a distance as his beautiful phoenix burn down to ashes and, eventually, started to rise again.

· Now, it’s been over 3 months and you’ve begun to be more like your old self. Donnie can tell there is a silent sadness there, but you are able to laugh and smile with the group during your get togethers. And each time you two are left alone, his mind nags at him about those last two sticking points.

· Would you be at all interested in him? And HOW does he go about telling you that you have become the center of his world?

· Still staring at the monitor and the Stalker definition, Donnie sighs and rubs the bridge of his snout to release of the pressure now pushing against the inside of his head. The memories of what has happened, the emotions of what was and what is, it was all starting to be too much.

· “Bro, what’s all this?”, Mikey says standing behind Donnie’s chair, talking around a mouth full of pizza.

· “NOTHING!”, says Donnie, voice breaking from the stress of being caught. A startled Donnie quickly taps some keys on his keyboard and the screens revert back to the standard lair camera feeds.

· Mikey may look or even come off as naïve at times, but he’s no fool, he can sense that his older brother is trying to hide something. “Dude, seriously, what was that? I’ve been standing back here reading the screens. I saw Y/N’s name and that looked like her phone number on that other file…, you know the file that looks like texts messages. And why is there a plotted map of the area around her apartment, her work, and to the lair? What’s up?”, Mikey said giving a disapproving look at being thought a pushover.

· “Just standard surveillance, Mikey, nothing to worry about.”, Donnie says trying to placate Mikey’s curiosity. Donnie hates lying, especially to Mikey, but he’s feeling so guilty about being such a…(inward sigh)…stalking creep that admitting the truth is hard to do.

· Mikey stands there staring at Donnie and, as he does, Donnie begins to fidget with his computer chair armrests.

· Mikey stuffs the remnants of the pizza slice into his mouth and does his best Leo impersonation by crosses his arms and staring down at Donnie as sternly as his jolly face can achieve, “Dude, I’m not going to ask you again. You’ve been weird for months. We’ve let it go for the most part but now you are hiding things from me…from ME, dude! You and I, we’re like peanut butter and jelly, we’re ice cream and chocolate fudge, we young dudes have got to stick together. Trust me, bro, I’ve got you!”.

· Donnie stared at the floor, too ashamed to meet Mikey’s eyes any longer. He gave a heavy sigh and reluctantly started to speak, “Sorry Mike, I…I honestly don’t know what’s come over me lately. I’m doing things I never thought I would do, I’m feeling so guilty about it, but I don’t know if I can stop doing it either. I feel…lost.”.

· Mike relaxed his leader stance and leaned against one of Donnie’s lab tables, “Bro, I can tell you’ve been carrying some heavy stuff lately. You need to let it out.”

· Donnie felt the heat rise up through his body like he was suddenly being consumed by a fire and he ripped his glasses off his face and drew them down on the desk in frustration, “Mikey, I’m in love with Y/N. I have been for a while. I have been…”, Donnie hangs his head in shame, “…tracking all her digital foot prints and watching her. In fact, I’m the reason she found out that asshole boyfriend of her's cheated.”

· Mikey’s mouth drops open at Donnie’s demeanor and use of the word ‘asshole’, “Whoa, dude, why didn’t you say something earlier?”.

· Donnie can feel a stinging at the corners of his eyes, this was so embarrassing, so frustrating, so…..so many things at a once. He didn’t have a response for Mikey, all he could do was shake his head.

· Still with his head hung down and staring at the floor, Donnie starts to hear Mikey chuckle. Donnie looks up to see Mikey’s eyes on him and for some reason they are full of merriment at his painful dilemma. Donnie stares at his, normally, very considerate brother in astonishment, this isn’t like Mikey at all!

· “Mikey, I’m more than serious here, now is not the time to make fun of me. What is so funny?”, Donnie asks exasperatedly.

· Mikey shakes his bald head and claps his brother on the shoulder with his green hand, “Bro, she thinks you’re cute.”.

· “W-What?!”, Donnie stammers out.

· Mikey, still chuckling, says, “Yeah, dude, that’s why I asked WHY you didn’t say something about liking her sooner, she’s always thought you were cute. She and I talk about it all the time.”.

· Donnie just stares at his jolly brother in silence. His mind is too blown to form a sentence.

· Mikey turns to leave stating, “And by the way, dude, stop watching her like that…that’s just creepy.”.

@turtle-babe83 @tmntspidergirl @kokokatsworld @nittleboo @the-second-circle-of-shell

[spidercakes]

I would kill for Tony who doesn't really sub or bottom but when Peter convinces him, he absolutely loves it but only because its Peter. Peter tying him up and ducking him till he cums dry? Loves it. Peter laying across Tony's back while they do it from behind? He loves the weight. Peter being an awesome dom even with the aftercare? Please and thank you

Yas boi! I took it in a slightly different direction, but its still what’s in the prompt!

Warnings: bondage, blindfolds, praise kink, orgasm delay, begging, smut.

*

It had mostly been an accident, Peter ending up the one in charge here. Its not that Tony doesn’t enjoy being on the more submissive side, or that he doesn’t enjoy bottoming, actually he prefers it. He’s got a stressful job that he probably makes harder on himself with his own stupid antics, but still. Its stressful and sometimes he doesn’t want to have to think, to make another fucking decision and he wants to let go. Before Peter inventing took up that task because it comes easy to him, math and science were an easy refuge to take when he has to think so little about what he’s doing.

After Peter though things changed some. It’d been an accident and Tony does it naturally when he gets comfortable with people, allows them a modicum of control in his life. Everyone is a little different- Happy gets to look after his safety and Tony mostly doesn’t think about it because he knows Happy is devoted, sometimes a little too devoted. Pepper is entrusted with all things business, she’s just as smart as him in that area or smarter depending on what needs to be done. Rhodey gets veto in emotional situations because unlike Tony he’s actually good at emotional reasoning and has an actual amount of emotional intelligence. Tony mostly feels like he’s floundering about half the time and he's never been a good judge of character. For all his suspicion he’s not very good at keeping to himself.

Peter, though, somehow ended up in charge of sexual situations. Could, he thinks, be because he’s younger and Tony figured what the hell, let him experiment and figure out what he likes. Tony already has answers to those questions so sure, letting Peter test a few things out wouldn’t really do much. Its not like he had anything against Peter’s suggestions really, its just that people have a strange set of assumptions when it comes to sex and who enjoys what. And Tony has never been fond of anyone who assumes sticking their dick in his ass somehow gives them control over him or means they’re dominant or whatever. Same thing with being supposedly submissive in other areas and so he mostly avoided those things however much he liked them. He felt it best not to play into people’s assumptions lest the consequences be more than he can handle. And that’s happened more than once.

But Peter never really made those assumptions in his exploration, maybe also because of his youth because the youths are pretty fond on not making assumptions, so Tony let him continue on with it. Its not like he wasn’t enjoying himself and without Peter making weird assumptions that he somehow had something over on Tony he found he enjoyed letting Peter handle things a hell of a lot more than he had with anyone else.

“Get out of your head,” Peter all but growls at him. Tony has to clamp his mouth shut to keep from making a noise because Christ Peter maybe hasn’t had a lot of sexual partners before him but he clearly picked up a fucking trick or ten along the way because he’s good. And Peter informs him that he’s really easy to read in bed so figuring out what he liked hadn’t been difficult. Still, if Peter wants him to not make any noise he’s going to get stuck with Tony thinking about something.

“If I’m fucking you, I want you present,” Peter tells him. Yeah, he knows, they’ve talked about it before and Peter knows, he knows how hard this is for Tony. Even if he wasn’t naturally vocal Peter is naturally good and he’s doing that thing Tony likes with his hips and he knows he likes it when he keeps a tight grip on Tony’s hips like that and- “Don’t even think about it,” Peter tells him, knowing him well enough to know what he’s thinking.

He has to keep his whimper to himself so instead he clenches his fists, currently tied to his headboard by his wrists, in an attempt to let some of his frustration go. Peter leans forward, removing one hand from his hip and bracketing Tony’s head in with his arm and he wishes he could see Peter’s face but that mostly makes this more difficult on his end. Peter pretty quickly figured out that he gets almost more pleasure from making his partner feel good than any stimulation on his end. Hence the blindfold, helps him out a little when Peter decides to play his games and Tony likes it too, not quite knowing what to expect from Peter next, the way he forces Tony to remain some kind of alert. Doesn’t always work, its harder when Peter tells him to be quiet because he has to do something to occupy himself while he tries to hold it in but still.

“God, you’re being so good for me this time,” Peter tells him and Tony bites his lip hard. Fuck, mean little bastard he knows how much Tony likes it when Peter tells him he’s good. “You haven’t even made a sound and I can see how much you want to,” Peter tells him, kissing the underside of Tony’s jaw. He tilts his head up to give Peter more access and oh, he doesn’t expect Peter’s teeth to graze that sensitive spot and he has to work to keep quiet.

Peter continues to tease the sensitive spot on his neck and Tony squirms, unable to help himself as Peter thrusts into him soft and slow the way he likes. He wants to make noise, wants to do something but with his hands tied and instructions to keep quiet all he can do is arch his back and pant heavily as he does his best not to do more than that. Peter moans softly in his ear and Tony tries he does but he can’t help the smallest moan in response.

“Shh, don’t ruin a good streak baby, I will leave you here,” he murmurs in Tony’s ear. He wants to protest that, tell Peter that’s not fair at all because that was barely even a slip up and fuck Peter picks up his pace and all Tony can to is swallow his gasp. “Be good for me baby, and I’ll take care of you,” Peter tells him, lips brushing up against his ear and Tony’s eyes roll back a little.

He tugs at his restraints, unsure how to handle himself when he’s restricted from making noise. Peter doesn’t feel the need to follow his own rules and the soft moans he’s letting out are doing more to push Tony to the edge than bring him back from it. He can hear his breathing pick up both from his effort not to make noise and from his effort at holding back humming. He loves all the little noises Peter makes, the way his face looks when he’s really into it, that Tony is the one who does that to him. For him. He bites his lip hard, trying to focus on something else for a moment.

“M’so close,” Peter tells him, voice right in his ear and Tony doesn’t mean to, really, but the moan he lets out can’t be helped. He loves this, loves driving Peter right to the edge and the way his body reacts, god.

Peter pauses and Tony huffs, shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, Peter I gotta cum, please baby I can’t-” he starts but Peter leans in and kisses him softly.

“S’okay baby, I’ll let you,” he says and Tony breathes a sigh of relief as Peter keeps going and yeah that’s what he wants. Without any further instruction to keep quiet he doesn’t bother, allowing himself to react the way he normally would.

“Yeah, Peter, like that. Feel so-oh, yes!” he says, tugging at his restraints again. Peter remains suspiciously quiet but Tony chooses not to dwell on it as Peter’s hand tightens on his hip while the other curls into his hair a little awkwardly considering his position.

“Gunna cum with me, baby?” he asks and Tony nods as frantically as he can with Peter gripping his hair like that. “M’close Tony, so close. You feel so good around me, so tight,” he says in Tony’s ear.

“Fuck, Peter I don’t know if I can hold on much longer,” he says, toes curling as his back arches further into Peter. He’s going to feel that later but he doesn’t care.

“Yes you can,” Peter tells him, “you can hold on until I do.” He leans into Tony’s neck, sucking at that fucking sensitive spot and Tony swears he’s seeing fucking stars as his moans get louder.

“Peter,” Tony says, almost incoherent, lost in sensation. “Please,” he adds and Peter gasps softly. Tony latches onto it fast, “please baby, please let me cum I wanna so bad please!” he gasps out, fingers curling into his palms as Peter moans in his ear.

“Oh my god Tony, oh-” his hips stutter to a stop and Tony cums too, eyes rolling back as his mouth drops open from pleasure because fuck that was good.

*

Tony is curled against Peter’s chest and he likes this part almost as much as the sex. Peter always takes such good care of him, petting him softly, cleaning him up, feeding him fruits usually. Now is no exception and Tony always feels a little clinger after they do stuff like this anyway. It takes a lot out of him and Peter knows that and accommodates.

He pets Tony’s arm softly, fingers running up and down his skin. “How long will you be gone on that business trip?” he asks softly.

Ugh, not that Tony wanted to go but sadly he’s the damn CEO so he doesn’t get the luxury of skipping out. Actually, he could if he wanted to but he’s a control freak so he won’t. Probably irritates people how often he gets involved in their business when a lot of other people wouldn’t care enough to bother but that’s not his problem.

“A week, why?” he asks. Peter has exams, he lined it up that way on purpose so that Peter won’t miss him so much. Exams are a pretty time consuming distraction and he doesn’t want Peter to feel like he’s waiting around for his return.

Peter kisses the top of his head. “No phone sex, no video sex, no jerking off,” he tells Tony and he lets out an offended noise.

“What?” he asks, turning to face Peter.

He has the audacity to lean forward and kiss him too. “I told you to stay quiet, baby. Maybe next time you’ll listen,” Peter tells him.

Tony sputters for a moment. “No!” he says with meaning and Peter shakes his head.

“Baby, give up the fight now. We both know you’re going to do what I tell you to or I’m going to extend your punishment and you get bitchy when you don’t get your way. Neither of us want to deal with that,” he says, pulling Tony back into him.

He goes, but not willingly. “Should have fucking known something was off when you let me cum,” he mutters darkly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Peter snickers, leaning in and kissing the top of his head again. “If you held back on that I would have let it go,” Peter tells him. He laughs harder when Tony turns around to glare at him and he must have some type of look on his face because Peter thinks its hilarious.

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Could I possibly get your advice on something? (Also please keep anonymous if anon doesn't work.) See, I've been writing a P&P fic where Darcy's a butch lesbian for a while now. For me this was essentially a fun writing/editing exercise - how little of the plot needs to change for Darcy to be a butch lesbian in the original time period? As such, the fic has ended up being literally 70% Jane Austen's own words, with the tense changed, some bits deleted, and a few added in. (Continued.)

Anyway, as I said, this was just a bit of fun. But unexpectedly it’s gained a bit of a readership. And despite my repeated reminders that I’m basically just editing the original text, people keep complimenting my writing in a way which makes me wonder if they realise just how much of the original text is presented as is. I’m not sure all of these people have read the original text and would therefore recognise it. On top of this … I did receive one comment implying that I shouldn’t bother to continue writing as it is so similar to the original and they were disappointed by the fic. Is it worth continuing this fic? People keep asking for more but I feel really embarrassed by it now, like it’s false advertising, even though I keep telling people it’s just the original text edited. It’s in the public domain so I don’t really care about that … I’m just embarrassed. What to do?

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Keep writing it. If Seth Grahame-Smith can get a MOVIE deal for his stitched-together reworking of the text with zombies, I do not hesitate to insist that your variation has at LEAST equal merit (and very likely more.)Interactions with text and fandom are vast and varied, and your reworking sounds like a refreshing perspective on a much-loved dynamic and story. Austen fans will re-read the original novels countless times, and there are sequels upon sequels and almost as many retellings out there, both traditionally published and among fan works.If yours has gained a readership–there is a reason for that. If readers wished to re-read the original novel, it’s everywhere and nobody is stopping them. There is enough in your retelling which is original and interesting to draw an appreciative audience, and God knows queer representation in historical fiction (particuarly involving love stories which end happily,) is not something we can afford to pooh-pooh just yet. The market is so far from saturated it’s really more like that sponge in the back of the cleaning-cupboard that fell behind some other stuff and hasn’t been touched for five years. Which is to say–KEEP THE LESBIANS COMING. (So to speak.)

You received one comment, which, may I say…is not reasonable feedback.

You know what I do when I’m disappointed in something I’ve read? I close the tab and move on with my day. Unless there’s legitimate cause for particular outrage in some error, what possible purpose could such milquetoast criticism serve? You’ve been nothing but upfront about the structure of your retelling, and yet this person seems to have read the label on the tin which said SAUSAGE RAVIOLI and then opened it and now is stomping back to where they got it saying “How dare you sell me ravioli!? I want this business closed immediately!”

Call me paranoid after recent events on this blog, but my homophobe-senses are tingling, and it seems to me like perhaps someone who maybe isn’t entirely comfortable going the full Westboro still has enough of a bee in their bigot-bonnet to try and shut you down any way they can without quite coming out (you’ll pardon the term) and saying they want you to quit because they don’t want anything queer in their Austen.

You sound far too thoughtful in even your brief message to me here, anon, that I could imagine your version of P&P to be anything so slapdash as to be unenjoyable. People (plural) are longing for you to continue. One has been needlessly over-reactive to something which simply wasn’t for them.

You are not taking up anyone else’s space with your work (and it IS work, and it IS art. I’m no defender of the flaws in the text of P&P&Zombies but the worldbuilding is there, I don’t doubt it was a fond effort, and that means something.) You’re not holding anyone hostage, nor scribbling screeds of damaging text, nor wasting anybody’s time. You are creating your own part in something you love, using elements you’ve never seen incorporated before, and that is no small thing. Moreover, it moves readers to positive enthusiasm–likely because they’ve never seen such a thing before, either. I won’t say “you’d better finish your fic, because representation!” because it’s your own fic and your own choice and heavily pressuring fandom creators to create is never a healthy thing; and you already know all about representation’s importance, no doubt…but I will reassure you as many times as I need to that you and what you create with love for your fandom experience are entirely deserving of a seat at the table and having your story seen.

The place you are occupying already belongs to you, and it always did.

[moonlightcrossfire]

HOW I GOT MYSELF TOGETHER ?

HOW I DECIDED TO GET MYSELF TOGETHER?

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 16

Hey guys! I know it's been a quite while I haven't posted anything here, it's just I've been through extreme moment of indecisiveness and doubt with plenty plenty plenty of breakdowns, hesitation and fear.

Fear of what? Of not being able to get myself together and make everything move through the correct path. If you're a huge procrastinator, a reluctant soul that has that hidden glow that's afraid to step outside, hope this helps you and be your sign to get your shit together.

Don't you ever get that feeling in your insides that makes you feel strange? Makes you feel there's something wrong? Or most likely, can it be a sign that'll push you to change your life?

I got that feeling that twirled my insides and let guilt build through me and sneak into my blood, it was screaming that I was wasting my time and indeed I was. Then, I automatically smiled and I felt clips of my future self flashing in front of my eyes, I realised back then that I didn't want to be that girl who spends her day in her sweatpants watching TikToks or scrolling through Instagram watching people reach places when I know I can reach the same places, does it make sense?

PSA: Sweatpants will always be the greatest piece of clothing ever made for women.

When I got that vibe, I knew my energy wouldn't lie to me. My mood changed real quick, from depressed and doubtful to someone who's sure of what she wants to do and where does she want to reach.

In a night full of stars, here's how I decided to change the way I lived:

1. Wake up early everyday, even on weekends.

All those who know me know that I run to my bed as soon as the clock says 9:00 PM, sometimes 8:30. They'd be like, "What makes you go to bed so damn early?" "The night is still in its beginning, at its finest, why would you want to sleep now?" Etc etc.. and my answer would be that I'm exhausted or I don't like staying up late, boring answers I know, it's just the way it is. However, it's been scientifically proven that sleeping early and waking up early increase your life's longevity, and sleeping for less than six hours will make you susceptible to illnesses. The health benefits of sleeping early are endless, do your research! The point is, waking up early doesn't only have you ready the day with positive energy but it makes you more organised if you're a busy person occupied with school, career, hobbies or interests. Take advantage of sleeping early!

2. To Do lists are your new best friends.

The best timings to write your to-do lists are either before you go to bed or after you wake up. To Do lists are known for keeping you on track, it helps you plan your day and accomplish things you postponed to go out with your friends or ignoring what you gotta do to finish another episode of your favourite show and end up forgetting what you have to do. Get a journal or a planner and take it EVERYWHERE you go, jot down reminders, appointments, chores, anything that won't make you forget your duties. By doing that, you'll feel responsibility has grown to be a part of your existence, neatness and organisation as well. Personally, in my To Do list I writ down tasks that I believe I can finish in a day. For example, doing homework, writing a new chapter for the new project I'm writing, make character maps, take pictures for my VSCO, write excerpts to post on MoonlightCrossfire, etc etc. When I write my first to do list I tried my hardest not to procrastinate, it was quite difficult not to procrastinate but I accomplished 70% of what I wouldn't have done if I was on my phone all the time. So, start writing your first To Do list right now!

3. Read affirmations, pray, set goals.

I've heard that reading affirmation boosts your mood to a certain extent. I believe it's what law of attraction is about. For who doesn't know what Law of Attraction is, it's the law which uses the power of the mind to translate our thoughts and turn them into reality. Specifically talking, if you think positively, the positive things will come to life. Reading affirmations such as calling yourself beautiful or believing you can do whatever you want to do or striving to love yourself more and being grateful for whatever God has given to you will make you see thing from a bright perspective. Try calling yourself beautiful in front of the mirror, our conscience will hug you and warmth will contaminate your skin.

Praying for a beautiful day or a better life or a respectful job or a happier self by means making your relationship with God a genuine relationship even if you aren't religious will turn your tables. Whenever you get the chance to pray, do it for yourself before anyone else.

Setting goals whether they're near goals or future ones will make you feel more stimulated by clinging more to them as passion eventually strengthens, that's when you know that you should never give up on things you find your peace of mind into and unleashes your true self to.

4. Focus on your education.

I'm an average student, my grades are like rollercoaster, I reach high highs and get unfortunate grades, it's pretty normal. I maintain a good score by giving my best to subjects I love and find myself flexible in studying such as literary subjects, as for scientific subjects however I don't mind a passing grade. When you study the subjects you love and feel like shining in them, you'll study them with so much effort yet so relaxed because you are aware of your abilities in these subjects. On the other hand, the subjects that you feel like you study them for the sake of passing, you need to build a mentality that you know passing these classes will bring you closer to achieve your dreams. You have to know that the path to reach your dream life will be full of thorns and and barriers to reach the sunshine and butterflies.

5. Eating healthy + moving more.

Sleeping early isn't enough for a drastic life change if you sleep with a mouth full of chocolate or a bag of chips or a burger. I'm NOT saying you should kill your evil cravings, but try to do a little bit of swapping. Pinterest is full of recipes and swaps that will statist your craving and at the same time revives you instead of slowly killing you. I've realised that a little bit late and I felt something blocking my throats that I won't eat as much McDonald's as I used to, but we have to let go of things that makes us happy sometimes. (McDonald's is the love of my life :/) Healthy food isn't as bad as people make it look like, we convince ourselves that they're not flavourful to run back to fast food and satisfactory foods.

If you're a lazy person like I am that moves from a couch to another and considers it a workout, you might want to read this. Doing chores will have move automatically and as you move you are helping your body become more flexible, you burn calories and you feel lightweight. At school or work or stuff, try to walk as much as you can, it keeps you alive.

Last but foremost, when I write my to do list, I write a water tracking list that makes sure I drink 8-10 cups of water a day. Water is your life saviour, it keeps you hydrated, helps you lose weight, keeps you in the bathroom so you won't get involved with bullshit and drama + it clears your skin. Who said detox water isn't recommended as well? Water with lemon and mint is my favourite water detox combination, you can add pomegranates too!

6. Limit distractions and use of electronics.

Your series can wait, your friends can wait, your lover can wait, your family can wait but your future doesn't wait for you. Why? Because you chase your future, it is not your future that chases you. It is preferable to limit the use of electronics while working or studying. I'm teaching myself to get used to not be on my phone a lot, I'm teaching myself to focus without looking at my phone and surrender to surf social media, I'm teaching myself to resist it. You should learn resistance, too. Try to use your electronics when you're 100% done with all your tasks on your to do list, you won't have anything to carry on your shoulder and you can check your friends' posts and stories or watch some celebrity tea.

7. DON'T KILL THE VIBE, CREATE PLAYLISTS!

Ever since I downloaded Spotify I made different playlists for different moods and I honestly love them all and vibe to them with my heart like I can't explain how I am passionate about my music taste. The fact that people make fun of the music I listen to because I don't listen to what they're used to listen to, not because the music I listen to makes me superior, it's just a matter of taste. When you listen to music you love, your happiness hormones boost your body, mind and soul. When your body, mind and soul are full, your creativity becomes limitless. I listen to music pretty much all the time specially when I'm writing, it gets me in the mood and I get so inspired by the stories every song holds. If you're a lover of music, you're forever young.

To sum up this blogpost, planning your life out and finding yourself and getting your shit together are major keys to reach your purpose. It will make your life much easier, enjoyable, satisfactory and pleasurable. Who doesn't want that? Then, learn to live your life the way you want to live it. They say you only live once, right? Live by this motto.