#actually. the amount of bitch liv is is great already

[scottspack]

My Wife Has An 18 Hour Drive Fic Rec Roundup

I wanted to make a fic rec post for the insane amount of Untamed fic ive been reading anyways, and Chi @got2ghost​ is driving halfway across the country tomorrow, so there’s no time like the present to put all of the really great fics ive read over the past couple of weeks in one location! Let’s get it poppin!

Ones That Chi Already Read:

A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (Wangxian, E, 21k)

The funny part is - and it is a little funny, even if Wei Wuxian has no one left to share the joke with - they never have. Not anything. He has never kissed any part of Lan Zhan besides his slim hands; never been even partially undressed with him anywhere besides a miserable, xuanwu-infested cave. It’s always been like this between them, this simmering need, this desperate understanding: a knowledge so deep that it lives somewhere in his bones, that if he wanted to have Lan Zhan he could have him, and if Lan Zhan wanted Wei Wuxian he could have that too. But they never have.

I found this fic on someone’s blog when they said that it was the definitive fic to read directly after finishing the series so i saved it, read it directly after finishing the series, and felt completely and wholly fulfilled by the resolution found in this fic. 10/10 cant recommend enough. 

One Rouge Spark In My Direction by hansbekhart (Lan Wangji/Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan E, 5k)

He’d thought, in Yueyang, that they’d seen something in each other, something familiar. That maybe they’d recognized something in him. But it’s been many years, and many things have happened since, and he’s guessed wrongly at other people’s hearts before. Lan Wangji looks back down at the table, at his steaming, bitter tea. He’ll beg if he has to.

In “A Lot Of Edges Called Perhaps” Wangji mentions that he has had sex before and this is the in-universe story of that time and WHEW BABY!!!! AHHHHHH!!!

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Laz Sizhui & Lan Wangji, G, 19k)

Later, when he’s older, it’s this that A-Yuan will remember most: the stretch of silence, the two of them both dirty and shaking with fever, as he looked at Brother Rich, and Brother Rich looked back at him.

This is a fic about Lan Wangji raising Sizhui from when he brings him back from the Burial Mounds until they bring Wuxian back to Cloud Recesses after he’s resurrected. It made me cry about 18 times and I consider it fully canon in relation to the show. I reread this fic at LEAST once a week. *chefs kiss*

Seldom All They Seem by Fahye (Wangxian, E, 25k)

or, one hundred and thirty-three principles of the Gusu Lan, pertaining to the state of marriage

***

He bows to Wei Wuxian, sword in hand, sleeves falling properly. Wei Wuxian bows in return, and the sect leaders begin the opening courtesies, and for all of ten minutes Lan Wangji is under the impression that he is betrothed to a boy who is perfectly normal and acceptable apart from an unfortunate tendency to fidget with his clothes.

That impression does not last.

A canon-divergent fic exploring “what if Wangji and Wuxian were betrothed from when they were young like Yanli and the peacock?” It’s extremely good and very compelling and also made me cry multiple times. (The confrontation in the rain doesn’t get any easier even if they’re betrothed!)

Half Cloak & Half Dagger by Fahye (Lan Xichen/Meng Yao, E, 13k)

Jin Guangyao lifts his head and smiles. "I'm considering a problem."

"Can I be of any assistance with it?"

He drops a kiss on Lan Xichen's chest. With the nail of one finger he lightly traces the characters for irony on Lan Xichen's side. "Not this one, er-ge."

In the “Seldom All They Seem” universe but focused on xiyao. Has hands down the best written characterization of meng yao in any fic ive read so far. I continuously come back to this fic just to read the absolutely genius way this author writes the Head Bitch In Control of the cultivation world.

Hurricane by gdgdbaby (Wangxian, E, 6k)

"Haven't you heard?" Nie Huaisang replied, clicking his tongue, though he was clearly pleased that he could be the one to break the news. He leaned in to announce with a dramatic flourish: "Lan Wangji just took emergency family leave this past weekend."

WANGXIAN AS SPIRK STAR TREK PON FAR AU!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEWOO WEEWOO WEEWOO!!!!!!!! This was actually recced to ME by CHI and I have not stopped thinking about this fic for a full month. It’s like author gdgdbaby sat down one day and was like “Tumblr user Liv Scottspack deserves everything she wants in this life.” and then wrote this fic. Thank you author gdgdbaby, I love you.

Ones That Chi Has Yet To Read:

My Age Has Never Made Me Wise by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 63k)

“We hear that His Excellency might be married by summer’s end,” the merchant’s wife says and Wei Wuxian freezes, his heart in his throat. “The Gusu Lan sect has been buying enough red silk and brocade that the merchants in Caiyi can’t satisfy the demand.”

He feels himself grow brittle inside, like a flick of a finger to his temple might make him shatter. His ears are ringing.

“Who’s the lucky bride?” he asks despite himself. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

Or: The story of a marriage.

I LOVE THIS FIC. The absolute best kind of slow burn and I think such an extremely accurate representation of the canon material. I’m always surprised by the authors in this fandom’s ability to write shit that is so concretely grounded in the universe. This could and should be a real companion novel. Amazing. I love it.

The Year of Drought by idrilka (Wangxian, E, 24k)

Wei Ying could not be contained by the walls of the Cloud Recesses, alive again and overflowing with it, bursting like a dam in spring with the force of two lives unspent. And so he had to go. Lan Wangji understands that—he understood it when Wei Ying told him of his plans, looking at Lan Wangji above the rim of his cup with an apologetic smile, like craving freedom was something to apologize for.

Wei Ying would go, and Lan Wangji would see him off; this has always been the only way it could be.

Or: In the absence of Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji waits.

The previous fic but from Wangji’s perspective. Absolutely required reading if you read the other one. Wangji baby.......i love you.....

A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste (Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui, T, 20k)

“And,” said one of the pompous ministers, “there’s the matter of a marriage to consider as well!”

Jin Ling, who at the beginning of that sentence had expected to slam into the very last wall of his patience and lose his temper entirely, paused. “A what?”

Thing was… it wasn’t such a bad idea.

Jin Ling gets it in his head that as sect leader he should get married and sets his sights on Lan Sizhui. I cannot stress enough how FUCKING CUTE this fic is!!! Sizhui being the best boy! Jin Ling having more uncles than he knows what to do with! Jiang Cheng being the worst at relationship advice! It’s so fucking good it love it so much.

Anyway, Here’s Wuji by kakikaeru (Lan Jingyi/Lan Sizhui, T, 18k)

The melody gets a little clearer when he breaks out of the trees, and Jingyi changes course with certainty, barreling down the back hill and through the Cloud Recesses, dodging scandalized disciples left and right. He throws open the doors to the Receiving Hall without announcement and bows nearly double, eyes on the floor instead of on the shocked faces of the Mei delegation and the impenetrable gaze of the Chief Cultivator.

"Forgive this disciple," Jingyi shouts, because he's going to get punished for rule breaking regardless. "From the back hill, Hanguang-jun, there is a song in the wind!"

Lan Jingyi comes of age.

A Jingyi-central fic about Jingyi growing up and falling in love and being a hero and being the second best boy of my heart right after Sizhui. Not only is this fic sweet and romantic but it’s another one that explores a lot of interesting things within canon and all of the supporting characters are written very well and are just as interesting as second best boy Jingyi.

Ok, JiuJiu by kakikaeru (Jin Ling/Ouyang Zizhen, T, 16k)

Uncle's jaw works in the way that suggests he's about to say something irredeemable. Jin Ling, in a move of diplomacy he hopes the Chief Cultivator appreciates, distracts him with spicy food and his favourite subject: the incompetence of his own officials.

"I hear the lakes in the south east are having drainage problems?" he asks nonchalantly, sticking three big slices of braised pork belly into his Uncle's bowl.

Jin Ling just wants to get through the Discussion Conference with his Sect, his dignity, and his heart intact.

A follow up fic to “Anyways, Here’s Wuji.” I LOVE the Jin Ling/Ouyang Zizhen dynamic of Jin Ling having been raised by Jiang “I keep all my emotions right here and then one day I’ll die” Cheng being hopelessly charmed and smitten with Ouyang “President of the I Love Love Romance Novel Book Club” Zizhen! I LOVE IT! EXTREMELY CUTE!

This Side of Paradise by greenfionn (Wei Wuxian/Wen Qing, E, 3k)

Wei Wuxian does some very quick math in his head that goes something like this: He is pretty sure he’s in love with Lan Zhan - Lan Zhan is not here and likely never will be here - Wen Qing is here, not to mention very hot and let us not forget, actually interested in sex with him - there’s a solid chance he goes genuinely crazy or dies, or both, in the next few months and really, who wants to die a virgin?

Listen.......the fic premise is “Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing, noted bisexuals, figure life sucks enough at the Burial Mounds, they might as well have any fun they can before they die” and........I Am Looking Directly At It. It features Wen Qing bossing Wei Wuxian around and Wei Wuxian’s canon he-wants-to-be-pregnant kink. It’s........I liked it.

To The Act of Making Noise by words-writ-in-starlight (Lan Sizhui & Lan Wangji, G, 19k)

His father in white plays the song late into the night, and when A-Yuan wakes up confused and afraid, the guqin lulls him back to sleep.

Lan Sizhui hears his father play the same song every night for his whole life, and never, ever get an answer.

Another very moving and heartwarming fic about Lan Wangji raising Sizhui and Sizhui figuring out Wangji’s past and then eventually reconnecting with Wei Wuxian. It’s cute and soft and Sizhui is my best boy!

History (Proud To Call Your Own) by words-writ-in-starlight (Wen Ning, G, 5k)

“A-Yuan? Um—Lan-gongzi,” Wen Ning corrects, trying to set a good example. The children are young, seven and eight, exactly a dozen of them lined up in two crisp lines of tiny blue and white robes. Wen Ning can feel them staring at him, even though most of them have already mastered that Lan trick of neutrality. The smallest, a little girl with liquid dark eyes, is clinging to her nearest shijie’s sleeve and half-hiding. “Can I—what can I do for you?”

Wen Ning gets himself recruited for services, while he and Sizhui are visiting Cloud Recesses. Wei Wuxian gets a fan club.

Set in the same universe as “To The Act of Making Noise,” a very cute fic about Wen Ning finding his place in the post-canon world and being proud of his cousin Sizhui and being the world’s best substitute teacher. As the official Wen Ning Fan Club President, I had to include this.

Lan Sizhui's Guide to Courtship by Kimblydot (Lan Sizhui/Lan Jingyi, T, 23k)

In which Jingyi is a little oblivious, Sizhui is patient (and should have said something in the beginning), and everyone else is resigned to watching them dance around each other for far longer than necessary.

(Or: five things Sizhui tries to do in his courtship, and the one time Jingyi realizes there was one happening in the first place.)

I’ll stop describing fics about the juniors as being “cute” when they stop being SO FUCKING CUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Grow by cafecliche (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, T, 14k)

“Okay,” Jingyi says, as Sizhui puzzles this out aloud. “Okay! So the demon has been turning its victims into children.”

“I think so,” Sizhui says.

“To make them easier prey,” Jingyi says.

“Yes,” Sizhui says.

“So—” Jingyi’s voice cracks here, “this kid is Senior Wei.”

Wei Wuxian, still tangled in his own massive robes, blinks politely at them.

(Or: Wei Wuxian is cursed on a night-hunt, and the junior quartet rapidly finds themselves in over their heads.)

What I expected to be a goofy, silly fic turned out to be extremely emotional and made me FULLY CRY! It’s a very moving fic about Sizhui coming to understand himself and Wei Wuxian a lot better AND features all of the juniors arguing over who’s turn it is to hold 6 year old Wei Wuxian. A true win/win of a fic.

Your Name, Safe In Their Mouth by astrolesbian (Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian, G, 10k)

“You’ve got a fever,” Wei Wuxian says soothingly. “You just keep still as well as you can. We’ll have you fixed up soon.”

Lan Sizhui recognizes his tone—this is the voice that Wei Wuxian uses on hurt people and young children, a very calm and no-nonsense voice that has none of the mischief and cheer of the way he sounds the rest of the time. Lan Sizhui looks up and meets his eyes, and they are dark, stormy gray, muddled and concerned.

“I’m all right,” he croaks.

“Hush,” Wei Wuxian says, in a low croon, like someone quieting a baby. Then he blinks, and looks away, awkward. “I mean—you shouldn’t speak. You’re tired. Rest if you need to.”

or: lan sizhui gets sick on a night hunt. wei wuxian comforts him. they both have a lot of feelings about it.

The Wei Wuxian and Sizhui bonding fic that I so desperately desperately needed to read. Scratched the very particular itch of “but have they REALLY talked about what it means that they’re reunited after 16 years???”

Stainless by Fahye (Wangxian, E, 6k)

"I'm starting to feel," says Lan Xichen, "that this was a counterproductive suggestion."

Wei Wuxian looks down onto the pristine, tranquil cold springs of the Cloud Recesses. Sitting in the water, their bare shoulders rising like dumplings carefully spaced in a steaming-basket, are a large number of Lan disciples.

"They seem to be doing better," he says, encouragingly. "If they--oh, no, I see what you mean."

At the near bank, someone has pressed someone else against the rocks and is kissing them frantically.

It’s smut! What is getting into a new pairing if not an excuse to read sex pollen in new and exciting ways!

Sweet Night by thejillyfish (Wangxian, E, 10k)

It was like coming back to life again, like being restitched into existence, cell by cell, nerve by nerve. From the surface of his skin to the marrow of his bones, everything new and purposeful. Like being pulled back from oblivion into an embrace of pure light. A feeling of absolute asylum.

That’s what it felt like, to realize Lan Wangji was in love with him.

In-show au of “what if they just admitted they’re in love and fucked during episode 43?” Soft and romantic and hot!

Shadows In The Sun Rise by Yuu_chi (Wangxian, E, 25k)

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, voice slow and a pitch too quiet. A second later Wei Wuxian understands why. “I cannot hear.”

Or; Lan Wangji is cursed into internal isolation. Their ability to understand one another remains as unwavering as ever.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. I have been thinking about this fic nonstop since I read it. It is.....fucking incredible. One of the best qualities of wangxian is that they’re so in tune with each other and able to work so cohesively with little communication and this fic is like “what if we take that and DIAL IT UP TO ELEVEN” and i was like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! 

WHEW OKAY that’s enough for right now!

I’m constantly reading new fics all the time so maybe eventually I’ll make a second one if Chi actually reads/likes any of these (they’re picky!), or if anyone else likes this list and wants updates.

TO CHI: Thank you for getting me into The Untamed! I love you! I had the best time texting you every thought that passed through my head while I watched it. I’ve loved all of the content you’ve sent me from the book and the comic. I’ve loved making fun of Yibo with you. I’ve loved being your fic taste tester. Life sucks right now but at least we have wangxian!

TO EVERYONE ELSE: If you read any of these fics please come to my DMs and talk to me about them! I have a lot of feelings and love to cry over fics! Thank you!

[thegingerwriter]

Denim and Leather: Chapter 1 and Prologue

By L.J Hanslow

Author’s Note

Dear Reader,

Thank you for reading this. Whether you’re reading this because it was a first draft and I just kind of sprung it on you because you mentioned you wouldn’t mind reading it, or this is somewhere on the internet, thank you for reading this.

While you may enjoy this story in general, please appreciate the origin of the romance. The pure, young love conjured here was not pure chance, but inspired by a brief beautiful flame I once had the pleasure of sharing with another amazing soul. She showed me many things, even though such flame did not last.

Love ‘Denim’ as I love her within myself, and love ‘Leather’ as you’ll find you may have no choice.

Don’t let anyone ever control your life or who you are.

With great love,

Liv.

Chapter 1: Larger than Life

The phone buzzed on the coffee table, moving slightly at the vibration. I leaned forward off the couch, tearing my eyes away from my actual phone to stare at it, squinting at the tiny named that appeared on the neon blue screen. A quick glance at the familiar string of letters was all I needed before I decided to ignore it, turning back to my iPhone. Turning the volume up on my headphones, I kicked my feet up onto the coffee table, pushing the phone away with my foot as I sunk down into the couch even further.

It was all but 2 minutes before I felt the vibration of the burner phone buzzing around on the table again, but this time, it kept on humming as it moved around, signalling an incoming call.

I didn’t need to look again to know who it was. Just ignore it, I thought to myself.

Another call. Ignore it.

Jesus if this man doesn’t stop- my music suddenly stopped as the iPhone in my hands began to ring. “Good LORD!” I exclaimed, hanging up as I received another text.

‘I’ve got that number too, Red.’

I will not answer him. I will not answ-

Incoming call.

Wait.

That’s…Riley?

I sat in thought for a moment. Riley will only ever call me if something is wrong or very wrong. Can I really ignore him?

Missed call.

I considered calling him back myself but figured if he truly needed me, he’d come find me.

Incoming call. Riley.

“Okay! I give in!” I yelled, tearing my earphones out and pressing ‘accept’. “Riley?”

“That’s a tad rude, Red. Am I not worthy for you to answer my calls?” Son of a bitch, I thought as I immediately recognised the smooth voice. I didn’t say anything, and I swear I heard him chuckle.

“The answer is no. Before you ask: no.” I said firmly, swinging my legs off the couch and standing up. Every conversation we shared made me fidget restlessly.

“What song?” He suddenly asked.

I shook my head, refusing to participate in his game. “Adam-.”

“What song, Red?” He said it in such a demanding tone I had no free will for a split second.

“Larger Than Life.”

“Older than usual, huh?” I said nothing, listening to the silence before he started again. “I’ll meet you at your garage. I believe we need to have a talk.”

“Adam, I said-.” He hung up.

I pulled the dirty yellow sponge over the hood of the car, the water rolling across the shiny black surface and the bright white strips across the front. It was clean -that much was clear- and really didn’t need another wash but the overall shine of the water dripping off the car always satisfied me. The 1970 Chevrolet Impala was probably at the top of my favourite things that I owned- there was just nothing to hate about it.

Although in truth, I should really be washing the Roadster that was a couple feet to my left, dirt and mud sprayed on the bottom of the car and above the tires. It was a 2008 Tesla model, something sleek others seemed to admire when you drove past in it. Two expensive cars, one of which I owned, the other I frequently… borrowed. Well, used to anyway.

The Chevy was mine, of course and I loved it. No one else did, constantly commenting on the outdated model, especially when it was so often parked next to something from our more recent centuries. It wasn’t my fault the rest of the world left some of us behind. I might have the engines of every other car nowadays, but the look of them was a large contrast to others now. If you didn’t have the money, people could really tell just by looking at you. But no one could ever say my cars weren’t clean though. Old, yes. But dirty or outdated? Absolutely not. I could never get sick of the look of them.

I inherited the Chevy from my older brother, Augustus, a while back. If I stare at the front leather seats long enough, I can still see him and I sitting there in the afternoons, my feet hanging over the edge of the driver’s seats while the car was parked, so I could pretend to see over the steering wheel and that I could drive just as fast as he could.  When he left, Mum wouldn’t dare to sell it. She knew he would have given it to me if he had stuck around. But something tells me that the fact he didn’t take the car with him when he left means it was mine for the taking anyway.

A sharp voice brought me out of my head, dangerous and familiar and I turned to see the same ocean blue eyes I had tried (and failed) to get out my brain countless times since we last met. I took in his combed, yet tussled, dark chocolate hair and suit jacket that looked so casual and important, all at the same time.

“Admiring Fumar again?” Adam asked, referring to the impala. I dropped the dripping sponge into the bucket next to my feet as casually as I could, hoping he didn’t notice the amount of surprise- and possibly fear- I was trying to hide by seeing him here, directly in front of me.

“When am I not?” I shot back, a smile creeping onto my lips as I crossed my arms and leaned against the door that wasn’t as soaked as the rest of the car. My eyes averted away from his, desperately trying to hide the nervousness of butterflies that appeared whenever he was near.

I pushed a loose strand of orange copper hair behind my ear, waiting- oh, waiting for him to say something first. But the tension was killing me, and he knew it. “What do you want, Adam?” I said coolly. He obviously wanted something from me, and he wasn’t going to get it. “I’m done. I repaid a debt, I left, I’m finished. I just want to forget any of it happened and leave it behind. You, Riley, all of it.”

Now that wasn’t completely true. I’d always stick with Riley. But Adam didn’t need to know that. He knew too much about me already- he didn’t need more leverage about who I held close to me.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with his hands in his pockets, watching and waiting for something to happen. He looked me up and down, taking in my yellow flannel - unbuttoned to reveal the white t-shirt underneath- and my jeans before his eyes looked over my shoulder towards the other red car in the garage and I could tell by the shimmer in his eye that he had figured something out.

“I thought you liked Riley?” He was nearly smiling. “I do remember you two being…quite close.” His tone was taunting, and I had to fight not to slap him.

“He’s a kid, Adam. He is 16 years old. He is the only reason I haven’t completely up and left the country.” Reign it in. He doesn’t need the satisfaction of me completely losing it just yet.

“Ahh, so that wasn’t completely true then. You wouldn’t leave him behind. And don’t act like you could leave-like they’d let you.”

“About Riley- we just happened to share a common hatred for someone and a common issue. We both had debts to pay back and there was no use hating each other if we had to work together on daily basis.” I said simply. “And you don’t know enough about me, or my ranking or how I would get out of this city.” Adam looked at me again, scanning my eyes for an emotion that wasn’t there. Or at least, he wasn’t going to find.  

“You worked with me on a daily basis too, did you not?” Was all he could say.

“You’re easy to hate, apparently.”

“Why’d you keep the Roadster?” He asked changing the subject quickly and stealing another glance at the car behind me while I crossed my arms tighter.

“It’s mine, is it not?” Adam stepped closer to me and I subtly leaned further back against my car. His eyes twinkled with mischief -and based on previous experience from being around him- not the good kind.

“I believe the Chevy is yours. But I am almost certain, that the Roadster, of course, still belongs to me.”

“You’re welcome to take it back.” I shot at him and Adam chuckled lightly at my response, a sound I was never truly fond of. He definitely knew how much I loved that car. No one drove it like I did- I could do anything in it. The Chevy was my heart and soul but the Roadster… I felt alive.

Perhaps that’s why he gave it to me. The happier I was and the more thrill I felt, the higher the chance of me doing something… possibly illegal. That particular thrill that I chased was what got me into this mess into the first place. That and the fact that people like me can barely do anything without connections anyway.

He shook his head with a smile while taking another step towards me. “No, I think I’ll let you hold onto it for a bit. You’ll find it useful in the coming weeks. She is a very fast car.”

“It’s all about the driver.” I looked at the ceiling for a moment, taking in a breath. “I’m not working for you, Adam.” I said, straightforward and clearly challenging him to say otherwise. “I don’t want to be your thief again.”

Unfortunately for me, he never backed down from a challenge. “You say that like a) you actually have a say in the matter- which you don’t- and b) like I was the one who originally made you choose that profession.”

I went silent at his last statement, wanting so desperately to tell him he was wrong and that I was not going to do whatever he wanted me to do. That I wasn’t going to be his thief anymore, stealing things and driving cars for him. But I couldn’t. Because I’d be lying if I did. And as him and I both knew; we don’t tell lies. It is the only promise he’s ever kept. That is, of course, if you don’t count withholding information from someone a lie.

What you don’t know won’t hurt you, he had said.

I looked down at my feet, taking in the soapy water that had dripped onto my leather boots earlier during my car washing frenzy, not noticing that Adam had moved closer to me until I looked up and his face was inches from mine. I stared into his dangerous eyes once again as they trapped me in his gaze. My breath caught in my throat and I found myself unable to breath as I waited for him to move first, to speak, to taunt, to threaten. But he didn’t, knowing perfectly well what he was doing to me.

After a moment, he finally spoke. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come seeking your skills again?” He said lowly, almost a whisper. “Did you honestly, truly think I wouldn’t find something, anything to hold over your head to make you work for me again?”

I swallowed. “It was nice to believe momentarily.”

Adam stepped away. “I’ll tell ya what. How about I ask you if you’ll come do a job for me and go from there after you give me your answer.” I crossed my arms in response and he smiled.

“What could you possibly hold against me this time? Last time, I was in debt to you. I accidentally happened to nab something from the wrong person, and I repaid my debt in exchange for you not getting me arrested. Debt is repaid. What do you have on me this time?”

Adam leaned in again, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered two words that made my blood run cold, and the colour drain from my face. When he pulled away again, I could see the satisfaction in his eyes, as if he could tell how caught up in his puppet strings I was, the same as every single time he came looking for me again.

“Bullshit.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Prepared to call my bluff? Would you rather find out the truth another way?”

He was right. He was always right.

Silence.

“So, what do you say?”

I took a deep breathe before saying, “Where do you want me?”

Hey kids! Welcome to Denim and Leather! This is an original book that I’ve been writing for a little while now and I decided I don’t mind publishing it here now that I’m getting quite a bit of attention (thank you, by the way!). So I hope you enjoy this! Feel free to send me questions or anything else if you would like to know more!

[ariswashere]

does this actually happen irl tho? i mean, do you think when people consume youtube vlogs they’re really like gOaLs and then all the young couples are just like oh so when you pull pranks on each other y’all last longer. no, when you have a kid together, then you’ll stay for the sake of the child and try to make it work out, but you know how it is over hurr, there’s at least a 10-15% chance that they won’t stay because of differences. this is a rare ass couple. because they’re so young and yet they’re so adult lol they’re only 24 and they live like my parents and i’m their son lmaooo

someone’s like “house baby daddies” is three words (still stuck on Love Island). shut the fuck up ho and suck this dick LMAO imagine, obviously if you didn’t read between the lines it’s “The WHOA words” hahahaha so dumb yeah, i know.. it’s because i was originally going to say “house husbands” but is that one word haha

I wanna write a song in the 6ix9ine style:

DICK SUCK, GOOD LUCK, RUB MY DICK LIKE A RABBIT FOOT NAH FUCK THAT, RUB IT LIKE A GENIE LAMP AND SUCK ON MY FOOT

I bet you anything I would get fans lmaooo

alright, apologies, i’ll be nerdy ol’ me again:

so if you watch the next two vids after this one, Liv actually got a Brazilian Butt Lift and she kept calling it a “BBL” because of the social stigma behind it lololol

You know, because the K’s are endorsing/selling waist trainers or whatever, the “coke body” is seriously so ingrained in today’s society that the more social media you do, the more you’re going to want to have that body type mostly because either you’re being sponsored to look hot or that’s what you are known for/want to be known for

some girls are lucky, they got the natural mcthottie body, they literally don’t do shit, prob consuming exactly what you’re consuming, fucking hot cheetos and shit, prob drinking alcohol/soda all day, i’m serious

then there are the fitness girls and they’re like so proud, but they have to be, no? like when people graduate school, they’re fucking putting that cap and gown photo as their profile, at least once, because seriously they might be the first person in their family to graduate. yeah, you graduated from a flat ass to a bumpity bump ya feel me lmao

then there is the “unnatural” way you know, even if you already got a body 2hottie, you might’ve just given birth or whatever, technology is so fucking great now that you basically treat yo body like a fucking MSPaint- wait that’s me being outdated... Adobe project LOL. you’re like yeah, i just wanna erase a little bit here and there, and i wanna make it so when my husband is hitting it from the back, my butt is all the way arched like that prostitute/porn star shit I know will keep him looking at me. But like Liv said, “I ain’t doing it for Will or anybody else, I’m doing it for me” TRUST ME DADDY, if Will was in my shoes, you’re going to want to look as BAD AS POSSIBLE, because if you really really really want me, you know this is SINGLED OUT and you’re going to want me to keep me looking at you because of how I AM. Liv always thinks Will is Nasty, but Will Nasty isn’t Abe Nasty lmaooo

Okay, so Liv is doing it for herself. Do yo thang poo lmao (I don’t actually say this but I gotta keep up with you fucking bitches hahaha i don’t really say that either, see I’m bustin out heterosexual shit because that’s how it is, low key they calling all you bitches and some of y’all shawties love that too)

I’m saying, if your mental health is being affected because you don’t think your coke body isn’t cokey enough then go for it, you got your money, you spend it how you like, but be warned, this happened:

https://www.nydailynews.com/snyde/ny-only-fans-model-joselyn-cano-mexican-kim-kardashian-reportedly-dead-20201217-mf6g4z7lz5dp7ilsxixucige5m-story.html

people are going to hate me because i keep talking about Latinx but the single biggest fact is... LATINX/BLACK girls have the bodies White girls seriously dream of having, and they have it and prob relate to them more so. Then they get Black/Latinx hubbies, isn’t that what happens? LOL because it’s all another “guilty by association thing” you know esp with the White cops, White privilege, White anything is terrible and/or they also prob lived in some small town with White shittiness and want the opposite of what they know

Like great example of how much Latinx has influenced the world when it comes to bodies: Jennifer Lopez. Till this very day, shorties still be like yo, that’s a MILF haha. I mean, this is the 21st Century, we got Iggy’s too. Being thicc in the right places is IN IN (saying it twice is in too lol). I mean, in yesteryear, there was someone like Vikki Dougan. That was like skinny curvy, but what I see now on social media, that’s like ANIME LIKE, literally. like there are shawties out here who got bodies so unreal, how do you not at least follow one of them? Also, not that I’ve been to Europe, but I have a cousin who did that crazy Euro tour stay in hostels get broke steelo, and he told me he actually got a prostitute in like Netherlands, and I asked what ethnicity she was because I’m assuming like oh damn, that Dutch honey, Eastern Euro, Russian SOMETHING (because that’s my type) and he’s all nah she was like Argentinian which is funny because being Filipino, and then wanting something that’s close to being Filipino, what’s the next best option? Latinx or Spaniard. That’s facts.

So if you feel like I’m giving anybody shit, I ain’t. If anything you should give everybody in ya own ethnicity who is seriously making that the norm, like fucking why does it have to be called BRAZILIAN butt lift? So you’re going to fucking fight for the Indian logo to be removed on sports team, but y’all ain’t fighting the fact that Brazilian is in BBL and most people who even get that prob ain’t even Brazilian lmaooo

I’m saying though, if you’re my age or older, and you got a younger shawty prospering in today’s age, you are the luckiest. This is is seriously the best time to get a bad ass hyna and most likely they won’t be as stuck up, they won’t put that same pressure as the girls your age, but i question if that’s even a good thing? like does that last? because seriously rap music, the coke body figure, the whole enchilada, does it amount to something, if it really came from nada?

That was my Rev Run shit of the night. I’ll prob be on later to do music or something, idk yet, gotta eat haha

Bottom line: Fucking natural, unnatural, who gives a shit. All y’all mfuckas ain’t real lmao period