#and then in a fanfic on day 7 they went to the bar. after that they had a nice talk. which TECHNICALLY COUNTS

[venelona]

Dazatsu Month 2025 Day 2 - Drunk confession

Someone is gonna apologize a million times when he sobers up

(Cleaner version under the cut)

[ilovebubblegum]

I Don’t Deserve You {Part 2} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, protective joel, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Joel is in his 50s), stalking, sexual assault attempt (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: You were popular in Jackson but you have been single your whole life. Despite many men flirting with you, you have never found your ideal type. Until one day, you saw Joel and you fell in love at first sight.  But he felt insecure.

Words count: 2.9k 

A/N: This is part 2 for I Don’t Deserve You Part 1. Thank you to everyone who read my fanfic! 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It was a usual Monday after the night Joel saved you from Josh. You woke up early and got ready to work and meet your students. 

“Good morning, kids! How was your weekend?” You asked the students with a soft tone.

“I watched a movie with my dad last night!” A girl shouted.

“It was my birthday yesterday!” Another girl shouted.

They were active and you were always happy to listen to their stories. Their stories were always interesting to you. You loved how children were so pure and innocent. 

“Oh really? Well, happy birthday to you! Why don’t we all sing happy birthday to Samantha?” 

You invited the other students to sing the Happy Birthday song for Samantha. Each of the students followed your clap and sang the Happy Birthday song together. The day went and it was already time for the class to be dismissed. 

“Okay everyone! Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to do your homework!”

Everyone was packing their bags hurriedly and you glanced at the door. The door had a rectangle transparent glass and you saw Joel. When he caught your eye, he quickly hid. You found him so cute and felt butterflies in your stomach. It felt like you were in your teenage years all over again. You shook your head and smiled. The kids were starting to leave one by one and you began to pack your stuff on the table. 

“I saw you there Joel.” You teased Joel who was still hiding.

“Uhm.. Sorry.” He slowly walked inside the class and cleared his throat.

“You caught me.” He smiled shyly and put his hand on the nape of his neck.

“Are you stalking me now?” You joked.

“Absolutely not. I was just around and thought I’d stop by to see how you’re teaching the kids. Hope you didn’t teach them curse words.” He joked remembering his last joke at the bar that was cut off by Josh’s appearance.

“Of course not.” You scoffed and slightly hit his chest. 

“Are you heading home now?” Joel put his hands on his waist.

“Yes, all the kids have gone home so I should go home now.”

“I’ll walk you home.” Joel gestured a movement from his hands as if he was asking you to follow him.

“Sure. Thank you.” You grabbed your purse and jacket.

Joel wasn’t actually around the area. He was not patrolling that day and couldn’t keep thinking about last night. He was worried that Josh might come to you and bother you again. After thinking about it for a few hours, he decided to visit you at school and walk you home. He thought that it was the least thing he could do to protect you. Without realizing it, he was starting to have feelings towards you. 

“Do you want to come in and have dinner with me tonight? I can cook something for us.” You hoped Joel would say yes before you got in your house.

“Sure. Ellie is making friends now so she often stays out late.” 

“Great. Come in.” You welcomed Joel.

You hung your jacket and Joel did the same. 

“Please make yourself at home while I cook dinner.” You smiled at Joel.

Joel nodded and sat on the sofa in your living room. You walked to your kitchen, opened your fridge and took out some ingredients. 

“Can I help you with somethin’?” Joel suddenly stood up and walked towards you.

“No, no. I’m good. Let me serve you dinner tonight.” Joel was your guest so you wanted to serve him.

“Okay.” Joel walked away and started to look around your house.

“You have a lot of books.” Joel stopped at your bookshelf.

“Oh, yes. I love to read. I’m a teacher.” You laughed.

“Right.” Joel chuckled.

After a few moments of banter while you were preparing dinner, you were finally done.

“Dinner’s ready.” You called for Joel.

He looked back from the sofa and hurried his way to the dining table.

“Smells good.” He sniffed.

You both started eating. You were nervous because you were scared Joel might not like your cooking. And your legs were shaking under the table.

“Hmm.. It’s delicious. Thank you.” Joel praised your food.

“Phew.. I was scared you didn’t like it.” You sighed.

“Are you kidding? This is the best meal I’ve ever had in the past 20 years.” He chuckled as he shoved another spoonful of your cooking.

“Thank you, Joel. You’re really sweet.” You were touched hearing his words.

The two of you had conversations as you finished your dinner. 

“Let me wash the dishes. You cooked so I will wash the dishes.” Joel offered.

“Sure.” You gave your dishes to Joel.

You watched him from behind and got lost in your fantasy. You were imagining a life where you and Joel lived under the same roof as family. And you were the wife making dinner for your husband when he got off from work. He looked dashing from behind and his shoulder was broad. You imagined how it would feel kissing him. But you didn’t want to rush so you had to hold yourself. You hit your head and got back to reality. 

“Done.” Joel wiped his hands with a towel.

“Thank you, Joel. For washing the dishes.” 

“It’s nothin’. You cooked for me so it’s fair if I wash the dishes.” He shook his head.

You wondered how a man like him treated you so nice. You kept wondering why he didn’t come into your life sooner. Then you remembered why. You were half his age. But you didn’t care. As long as he made you happy, you didn’t care about anything.

You and Joel spent a few hours hanging out at your house then it was time for him to go home.

“I should probably head home.” Joel looked at you.

“Yeah, sure. Thank you for walking me home today.”

“Anytime. Thank you for the meal. It was delicious.” Joel thanked you.

You chuckled as you walked him to your door and grabbed his jacket.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Sure. See you tomorrow.” You waved your hand goodbye to Joel.

The next day, Joel came and picked you up from work. He walked you home and had dinner with you for the second day, third day, fourth day, and it went on and on. Except when it was his turn to go on patrol, he couldn’t walk you home. But he would always tell you in advance if he couldn’t walk you home. 

Joel and you often hung out in the city as well. Since you got close with Joel, Josh had never shown up. He just stared at you from afar but he had never approached you. You even had less guys flirting with you. As time went by, people were starting to recognize your relationship with him. People were making rumors and talking about you and Joel. They were talking about how far your age gap was and how Joel didn’t deserve you. He was old and ruthless but you were young and kind. You didn’t care what anyone said. Joel had never hurt you, he was always respectful, he was definitely not like what other people said. As a matter of fact, Joel had never been kind to anyone but you. 

Your feelings towards Joel have grown deeper and deeper. On the other side, you had no idea how Joel felt towards you. Did he like you or did he just see you as a kid who needed protection? But you didn’t want this to end so you kept your feelings hidden until it was 2 months since you and Joel spent time together. You couldn’t hold your feelings hidden any longer.

It was another usual dinner with Joel. You watched him as he was walking outside your front porch. 

“Joel.” You stopped him before he walked his way home.

“Huh?” He raised his eyebrows and looked back.

“Can I ask you something?” You wiped your sweaty hands to your jeans.

“Sure. What is it?” He walked his way back to your porch where you were standing, resting his hands on the handrail.

“What are we, Joel? I mean - I - I like you, Joel.” You confessed your feelings to Joel and stepped closer to him.

Instead of telling you the way he felt about you, he took a step back. 

“No.” His voice was really low, he shook his head and looked down.

Your eyes were getting blurry as tears welled up in your eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” Joel quickly walked away from you.

“Joel.. Please..” You tried to stop him but you thought it was better to stay.

You were heartbroken. You went to your bedroom, covered your face with your pillow and cried all night.

On his way home, Joel was also heartbroken. He couldn’t see you cry like that, especially because of him. He regretted leaving you hanging like that. He wished he could hug you and comfort you. But he knew he shouldn’t. He had heard the rumors and he agreed to what people were saying. He regretted treating you nice if it would end up breaking your heart. He shouldn’t give you hope in the first place. Since then, Joel started avoiding you. He didn’t walk you home and didn’t have dinner with you. You and Joel ended just like that.

You hadn’t seen Joel since. Your days went so slow. Days felt weeks, weeks felt months, months felt years. It has been a month and you hated this feeling. You wanted closure so you decided to find Joel. You walked to his house and knocked on his door.

“Hi!” It was Ellie.

“Uhm.. Hi! Is Joel home?” You asked Ellie.

“Yeah! Joel! Someone’s here looking for you!” Ellie shouted and called Joel.

Joel made his way down stairs and his eyes widened when he saw you at his front door.

“We need to talk, please.” You begged Joel.

“Okay.” Joel gestured to Ellie to go, he closed the door and invited you to sit on the patio chairs at his front porch.

You sat with him but he didn’t say anything. So you started the conversation.

“Did I do something wrong, Joel?” You tried to find what was wrong to fix your relationship with him.

“No.” He replied coldly.

“It’s okay. Just tell me, Joel. Let me fix us.” You begged him.

“It’s not you. It’s me.” Joel wanted the best for you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. What do you mean?” You were confused.

“I know you heard about the rumors. They were right. I don’t deserve you. I’m old. I’ve done bad things. I’ve killed people. And you’re young, beautiful…inside out, kind, perfect and everythin’. You deserve someone way better than me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started anythin’ with you. I realized I was crossin’ the line, that's why it’s better that I stopped before I hurt you more.” Joel put his elbow on his knees as he explained to you.

“That’s not right. I don’t care what people say, Joel. You treated me so nice. You’ve never hurt me. You protect me, Joel.” You shook your head in denial.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t deserve you.” Joel started to raise his voice.

“No, Joel. Please. Give me a chance. I can’t live without you. Please. Give us a chance.” You cried as you begged him.

Joel wanted to cry but he held it. He didn’t want to look weak. Instead he stood up and asked you to leave. 

“I promise I won’t see you again.” Joel’s words made your heart even wretched.

“Joel, please..don’t..Can you at least give me a hug as a goodbye? Please?” You grabbed his wrist.

Joel wanted to hug you. He really did. But it would just make him change his mind. If he hugged you, he might not be able to let you go. So he let go of your hand and walked inside his house. You cried so loud and kneeled in front of his door. Hoping for Joel to come out and change his mind, but a few hours went by and he didn’t appear. You were getting hopeless so you decided to go home. You cried on your walk and you didn’t realize someone was following you. You grabbed your keys and went inside your house. Someone was holding your door before you closed it. 

“Joel?” You hoped Joel was following you home.

“Nuh-uh baby. It’s me. Josh.” Josh smirked.

You gasped and started to shake. 

“Wh-what are you do-doing?” Josh could hear you were scared.

“I told you that old man is no good, baby. You should have been with me in the first place. I wouldn’t make you cry. I’m way better than him. That old man knows it. He really doesn’t deserve you. But I deserve you.” It turned out that Josh had been stalking you and he was eavesdropping your conversation with Joel.

“No. Josh. Please get out of my house.” You tried to act like you were not scared but he could see you were shaking.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. You’re mine now.” Josh claimed you as his because he knew Joel wouldn’t be there to protect you from him anymore.

“No, please go.” You walked backwards as he slowly walked towards you.

On the other side, Joel kept thinking about what he had said to you. He knew it was for the best but somehow he felt something weird in his heart. He guessed maybe he should have hugged you goodbye. He didn’t hear your cries anymore so he decided to walk to your house. He saw your door was left open and he heard a loud thud and your scream. Joel’s heart was beating faster as he rushed inside your house.

“Stay still!” Josh was on top of you, holding your hands, trying to take off your pants.

“Josh, stop it!” You tried to push Josh away but he was too heavy.

Joel’s eyes widened as he was shocked to see what was happening. He ran towards you, grabbed Josh from behind and threw him aside. Josh was hurting laying on the floor. Joel’s eyes locked on Josh and punched him over and over again. Josh’s face was full of blood and he was begging for Joel to stop. 

“Don’t you ever touch her again! You lay a hand on her again, I’ll break your arm!” Joel lifted Josh by his collar and yelled at his face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Josh begged Joel for his life.

“Now get the fuck out of this house and never show your face again!” Joel pointed his finger towards the door as he raised his voice again.

Joel closed the door after Josh crawled his way out of your house. You were in shock, crying, hyperventilating, shaking, and holding your ripped shirt to cover yourself. You had never seen Joel like this before. He was scary when he was angry just like what other people in the town talked about.  

“Hey, are you okay?” Joel’s voice was different from seconds ago.

He sounded very soft. He took off his jacket and put it on you. 

“I got you, babygirl. I got you.” He looked at you with worried eyes. (TLOU ep 8 reference 😘)

He wiped your tears with his thumb and hugged you. His hands rubbed your back in circles until your breathing was normal again. 

“Can you stand?” He asked you.

You nodded and guided him to your bedroom. He kept holding your arm, holding your weight as you walked. You opened your closet to get new clothes and changed into a new one. Joel faced the wall as you changed your clothes. He was always respectful to you. Not like the other guys you had met.

“Here.” You gave Joel his jacket back.

“Do you want me to stay?” He thought he would stay for the night to make sure you were safe.

“Will you?” You asked Joel with your puppy eyes as you sat on the bed.

“Of course, darlin’. I don’t want Josh to come here again and hurt you.” Joel walked to your bedroom door.

“Where are you going? I thought you’re staying.” You were confused.

“I am. I’m sleepin’ on the couch.” 

You chuckled. Everytime he did or said something, you fell in love with him more.

“Joel, stay here.” You pat the empty space beside you on your bed.

“No. I shouldn’t.” He still kept his chivalry.

“Joel, please. I don’t think I can sleep if you’re not next to me. I feel safe when I’m with you. Please.” You begged Joel.

“Okay.” Joel shyly moved his way to your bed and laid beside you.

You moved closer to him, put your head on his chest, and rested your hands on his stomach. You could hear his heart beating faster and his body was stiff because of your movements. Joel took a deep breath and put his arms around you. He rubbed your back in circles.

“I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve you. But can I get that chance for our relationship? Give me a chance to be better for you?” He rested his chin on your head.

“You should stop being insecure, Joel. You’re the best man I’ve ever met. All the guys who flirted with me.. They weren't like you. I know for a fact they only want to get in my pants. But you’re different. Am I right?” You caressed his chest.

“No. You’re wrong.” You were shocked by his joke and raised your head to face him.

“I’m joking. Relax.” He laughed.

“Don’t ever do that again.” You put your head back to his chest and hit his chest.

“Oh! You’re bleeding! We need to get your fist cleaned up!” You took his hands worriedly.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ve been worse.” Joel chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Okay, then.” You kissed his bleeding fist that saved you from Josh. 

The two of you spent the night cuddling, talking and getting to know each other. Joel told you about his past, Sarah, and Ellie as you drift into your sleep. 

To be continued...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

[skankinator]

Complications Ch. 1

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x FemReader

Author’s note: This is my first fanfic ever written. I hope you like it!

You grew up near a Navy base in San Diego and always dreamed of flying those jets you saw so often. You joined the military as soon as you turned eighteen. That was ten years and many stations ago. You’ve finally established yourself as a missions specialist after having to repeatedly prove yourself. Each mission you plan and execute takes you to a new destination. This one brought you back home.

The missions you specialize in are air operations. From the beginning of your career you made certain that you were the top in your class for everything, especially aviation. This quickly got you promoted to Top Gun where you spent a few years as an elite aviator. Your job has brought you to complete a mission with Top Gun’s Dagger Squadron.

You had files on each member of the squadron to study before arriving. You briefly looked over them on the flight over, only taking note of any information useful to the mission. You would have to teach them every aspect of your plan and train them to execute it perfectly, so you didn’t pay attention to little details.

You had a pre-furnished apartment ready for the time you would be posted in San Diego. You have little belongings from moving so frequently. You could fit your whole life into a couple of boxes. Traveling so frequently also made it difficult to maintain relationships, except your friendship with Stacie.

You texted your closest friend from high school that still lives in the area telling her that you had arrived. You didn’t expect an answer from her for a while. She works third shift at the 24/7 pharmacy, so she wouldn’t be awake for a few hours.

After arriving at the airport, you gathered your suitcases and took a taxi to the apartment. It wasn’t much. Just a one bedroom apartment with a small kitchen and living area. The furniture was rather plain and there were no decorations aside from a bowl on the coffee table full of potpourri.

You left your luggage unpacked and decided to leave your drab apartment. You got dinner at your favorite food truck, unsurprised that they are still in business. Best. Tacos. Ever. Feeling nostalgic, you decide to go to the bar in which you and your squadron spent most of your time.

The Hard Deck had not changed a bit. When you arrived the place was already swarming with people from the base. You made your way over to the bar where you were greeted by a familiar face.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in ages, what brings you back,” Penny said with a bright smile. One that reminded you of home.

“I’ve got a mission for a Top Gun squadron. How bad are they these days?” You question knowing Penny was the best person to ask about the cocky pilots.

“Not as bad as your class,” she said with a knowing look that brought a tinge of red to your cheeks. To be fair, you were once a hot shot pilot looking down on others from the high horse called Top Gun.

You spent many nights causing trouble at the Hard Deck. Penny had kicked your squad out on several occasions that ended with you sleeping in the sand. Some say your squad let a pelican into the bar and ordered it a beer. This cannot be confirmed nor denied by anyone. Alcohol conveniently has a way of messing with your memory.

“We had some good times,” you said to Penny as she handed you a beer and went to take orders from the very crowded bar. You sat and relaxed sipping on your beer while silently people watching. This was one of your favorite past times.

You saw people mingling with their cliques. Some in uniform some not, either way you could tell who was military or civilian. You end up focusing on a pool game happening across the bar. The group of friends/colleagues? were dressed in their khaki uniforms.

After a while, another joined the group. He wore a Hawaiian shirt that hugged his biceps and a pair of sunglasses that hid his eyes. His skin was kissed by the sun and damp with sweat. San Diego was hot this time of year. You opted for a white tank top and denim shorts that left just enough to the imagination.

You couldn’t help but stare at this stranger. You hadn’t noticed he was the center of your attention until he disappeared. You found yourself looking for him around the bar. Somewhere within the loud jumble of noise from the crowded bar came music. This wasn’t music from the jukebox, it was a piano.

You looked over and saw your mystery man sitting there beginning to play his heart out. Everyone around joined in singing and dancing to the song he played. You payed little attention to the music distracted by his strong arms expertly moving to the music. His long fingers delicately touching the keys. His neck muscles straining as he sang.

Oh shit. You’re really turned on by a really hot stranger. You haven’t exactly had your needs fulfilled since you broke up with your ex. Since then you busied yourself with work and left little time for dating. Of course, you don’t have to date a guy to have your needs met.

You didn’t notice the song end, but you had noticed a presence next to you. Your jaw nearly dropped when you saw the sexy stranger standing next to you. He was rather close thanks to the crowd. Penny and the other bar tenders were trying to get to everyone as quickly as they could, but you would rather them take their time. The stranger stood waiting to order another round.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” he said out of the blue. It took a moment for you to realize he was talking to you.

“I-I just flew in today,” you said cursing yourself. Really, that’s all you could muster up. It is hard to think of anything witty to say when you are lost in his smile.

“What brings you to San Diego? I hope it’s not a boyfriend,” he says deepening his voice for the second half. Oh my god is he flirting with me?!

“No boyfriend, just work. I am a… um new teacher. My first day is Monday,” you say putting on a flirtatious look. Technically you are not lying. But are here to teach fighter pilots, not school kids. In the past you have found that men can be run off by your high position in the military.

“Let me buy you a drink to start your school year out right,” we both laugh and look to the still very busy bartenders. We look back to each other. I wish he would take off those silly sunglasses. There is a short lull in the conversation before you pipe up.

“What about you?” You blurt out, just realizing he has been lead in the whole conversation. “What do you do?” His answer is not surprising. His look totally fits the part.

“I’m a pilot,” the way he says it doesn’t sound like a brag at all. He isn’t trying to show boat, instead he states it as fact nothing more.

“Lucky for you I quite like pilots,” your buzz from the three beers have finally taken over. You place your hand on his chest creeping up to his shoulder. He closes what little space is available and places a large hand respectfully low on your thigh.

You can tell he is waiting for you to make the first move. You lean up from your barstool and pull him down into a kiss. His lips are soft contrasting his prickly mustache.

The kiss doesn’t last as long as you would like. When you separate it is like time is frozen. There are no words between the two of you. You are both brought back to earth by a perfectly timed question.

“Can I get you anything?” Penny questions and you snap back to reality a bit flustered.

“I think we would like to close our tabs,” he says after clearing his throat. It’s like he read your mind. Penny looks to you and gives an approving smile and wink before turning to close the tabs.

Once everything is settled, you are making your way through the crowd with a warm hand on your lower back guiding you to the exit.

[aut1sm-mess]

“The dragon and the carnation”

My very first fanfic that I am not completely ashamed of YAY!

Modern! Au where Heiji and fowler are just gay old men that live together

It has elements of whump, sickness (flu mostly), and self-neglect.

Idk how to put stuff on Ao3 but I will probably put this on Wattpad soon. Word count: 1056

Usually, Heiji Shindo gets up at around 5:30 in the morning; This is because getting up early allows him to get ready for the day before everyone else.

Today, was not one of those days.

In fact, it was one of the rare occasions where Abijah fowler was, awake, almost an hour before Heiji. That was definitely a sign that something was wrong. Around 7:00, Heiji dazedly and shakily walked out of their shared room, his head pounding. “You’re up late~”, said fowler as he watched Heiji pour himself some coffee. Again, an uncommon occurrence for Heiji as he usually made a cup of his favourite genmaicha (a tea made using leaves and puffed rice).

Heiji grumbled after he took a sip. And Abijah took this as a chance to tease him, “oooh, Heiji, yeh don’t look too hot. Heh..”

“Oh, FUCK OFF, FOWLER!” Fowler was stunned at this sudden snap, “TODAY IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR….*coughs* BULLSHIT!…. I’m fine….” “Sorry..”, yelling at his husband really worsened Heiji’s already sore throat. And the fact that he overreacted to Abijah’s innocent enough teasing really guilted him.

“Babe,” Abijah took a second to stare Heiji right in the eyes “if you’re not feeling well, you can tell me,” “because by looks of it, you should be in bed”. Heiji felt shame at the thought of seeming weak in front of Fowler. “No, honey, I’m *sniffles* fine,” “you don’t need to worry about me” He smiled weakly to try and make it seem like it’s all good. Abijah wasn’t buying any of that, but sighed as he didn’t have the energy that morning to protest this. And stared out the kitchen window looking at the snowy, icy weather outside and sighed again.

Heiji made his way over to their room and into the walk-in closet to take off his pyjamas and put on his clothes. He took them off and noted how his body was weak. Sore as if he’d done some sort of heavy labour. Every part of his form felt heavy and cold, like lead… After putting on his kimono and pants, he recounted a mental to-do list of things he had to do that day:

- Walk over to whole foods (important, they just got in some artisan cheese and olives that Abijah would beg to have.)

- Place an order for new ceramic tools, clay and 2 new colours of glaze (very important, he recently received an order for an ornate vase that it’s important to get to work on ASAP)

- Clean up his pottery studio

- Put a special hand-built teapot in the kiln for a bisque fire

- And then, finally, rest…

The first thing seemed easy enough; walking 0.8 kilometres to whole foods. He forgot a key element of this walk. It was about -2 degrees Celsius and Heiji, not wanting to make it take longer, purposely didn’t bundle up.

He made his way to the front door and just when he was about to leave, Abijah said, “Heiji, love, it’s freezing out there! You can’t go out in that!” He said this genuine concern for Heiji. “Don’t say I didn’t warn yeh..” Heiji, flustered, walked out and sighed. He instantly felt the million-needle feeling of the icy air outside. His breath hitched, it went shallow because it hurt to breathe deeply, and his face stung. “It’s not a far walk. Don’t be a baby. You’ll be fine, dumbass” Heiji thought, “sick days are for kindergarteners..” With reluctance, he started walking; pretty sure that he looked fine. In reality, he most definitely looked like he’s dying to anyone who saw him.

“Finally, I’m fucking here,” he whispered under his breath. Canvas tote bag in hand, he put on a surgical mask that he had in his pocket. And made his way over to the whole foods olive bar; “Yum!” Heiji thought as he saw the new kind of both manzanilla and Nyon green & black European olives. “I really hope he likes these.~” He packaged them and put them in his tote. And made his way over to the artisan cheese area. While he was there-“COUGH! HACK, COUGH!” His chest felt tight & sore and his abdomen felt stabby. His face turned red as he saw the people around look at him with worry and apprehension and confusion.

Heiji sheepishly smiled and turned away feeling worse than he already had been. Partially because of embarrassment and the fact that he sounded like he hacked out a lung. But also because he was thinking about what Abijah said and how it definitely true. So, he made a logical-seeming plan. He picked up the god-forsaken truffle Brie, paid for his stuff and got the hell out of there. He used his last millimetre of energy to walk back to their manor. It was warm inside the store and he had acclimated to it and thus, felt that familiar million-needle sensation when he walked out.

Whilst walking, he felt like the earth was pulling him down and his walking was laboured. “Ugh, I wish I had the energy to speed walk, then I could get out of this horrible weather,” he said under his breath “almost home, Heiji, almost home…”

Walking up to his house, Heiji felt a ringing in his ears and his steps faltered. His knees buckled, his rolled back and then…. Thud!

Abijah heard the loud noise, walked out the door and his curiosity quickly turned to shock. “Hm…OH!…Heiji no..no!” He quickly scooped him up into his arms “Heiji, you old fool!”

“God, my head is fucking pounding…,” Heiji thought this as he regained consciousness. “Oh..”, he mumbled “I’m really damn stupid”…

Fowler saw that Heiji had woken up and immediately ran up to him and slapped him in the face. “Heiji, you fool!” “I…I was so worried about you and what did you do?! Go outside and pass out!” Heiji was still delirious, so Abijah reprimanding him felt like part of a weird dream, “Abijah….” He said using all his strength “I’m sorry…I..I,” Abijah stopped him. “HUSH!” “Honey, while you disappointed me by your self-neglect, I forgive you. Now let me take care of you *mwah*.”

WOw first fic where I utilised my above-average English language skills. HOPE YOU LIKED IT SLUTS

[bouncybongfairy]

Glorious Purpose

Rick Sanchez x Diane

Summary: After Evil Morty goes through all the files in Rick Prime's brain, he discovers there is one remaining Diane that Rick Prime created in hopes of one day killing her in front of C-137 to taunt him. Evil Morty makes Rick aware of the situation and decides to use the mind-blowers helmet to show this Diane the memories he has of them together.

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(!THIS FANFIC HAS SEASON 7 SPOLIERS!)

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Diane was getting ready with her friend Rena at her apartment. It was Friday and after a long week filled with the stress of university and work she was ready to go out. They were both sitting on her bed, doing their makeup using the mirrors of several pallets. Ranting back and forth to each other about how irritating life was. Diane just started her sophomore year of college and was content with everything going on in her life. Grades were so promising that she was expected to graduate early, she was financially stable, and for once had an amazing friend group. She ran the straightener through her long blonde hair, making sure to spray down any flyaways. After announcing that the flatiron was available, she took the blunt and stood up, examining her appearance in the mirror that was attached to the closet door. She was wearing a pink pleated mini skirt and a white tee shirt that she purposely bought too small, it was cropped and didn’t go much farther than her second or third rib. It had the word CUNT in pink sparkly font and to complete the look she slipped her pink platform pump heels onto her feet. 

“You’re so fucking hot bitch,” her friend Tina said, standing beside her and taking a few pictures with her. 

“We both are,” Diane said, pulling out her phone and realizing they should have ordered the Uber 45 minutes ago. 

After ordering, they stood outside and smoked the remainder of the blunt. Diane got mad at Rean for dropping it onto her shoe but ended in laughter. The car ride was nice, they had a woman driver who complimented her nails and was amazed you could get duck nails to be so long. She was an older lady which made the interaction that much more sweet. They were dropped off in front of the entrance, where they waited in line, passing a pen back and forth with each other. Once they got their IDs checked by the bouncer, they made a b-line for the bar. Both ordered two shots of vodka each, downing them back to back. This bar was Diane’s favorite because, unlike a lot of today’s clubs, people actually danced. Not just standing around against a wall with their face buried in their phone. They also didn’t only play Hot 100s which is refreshing. They continued dancing with each other till the liquor kicked in. 

~

Rick was sitting in the garage, tinkering with a device Jerry asked him to make that will keep certain bugs from fucking with his plants. He set it down and stared at the wall for a second, ever since killing Rick Prime he’s been feeling like shit. Making him question if he was just using him to fill the void of no longer having Diane. Now that purpose and mission have been completed, what will occupy that need for purpose? Alcohol? Evil Morty coming through a portal into the garage broke Rick out of his numb dissociation. Morty came into the room at the same time, creating a wonderful little family reunion.

“I need to show you something,” Evil Morty said flatly.

“The same way I need both of you to get the fuck out of here,” he grumbled. 

“I went through Rick Prime’s brain files. He used the Omega Device on Diane but he found an existing pair of her parents. He locked them in the equivalent of a hamster cage and waited for them to produce a Diane. He was going to kill her in front of your Rick but obviously, we killed him before we could. I found the planet she’s living on, I don’t care what you do but considering you spent your whole life avenging her you might as well know,” Evil Morty said. 

“You’re lying, it’s probably a trap to lure inferior Ricks into a death trap,” Rick said, chugging the entirety of his flask and then refilling it. 

“I checked it out, I really don’t think it’s a baitline. He drew up blueprints of the location he was going to build to lure you and kill her,” he said, tossing the hard drive on his table. 

“If I get there and she’s not there, I’m killing both of you and bring you back to life over and over again and use that to fill the void of having no purpose,” Rick spat at Evil Morty as he opened the yellow portal,

“Yeah yeah, Loki called he wants his character arch back,” Evil Morty said. ‘

“Did he s-say both of us?” Morty C-137 asked as they all walked through the portal. 

~

Diane was currently bent over with her ass pressed against Rena as they danced to Bossy feat. Too $hort by Kelis. It was that point of the night when nothing seems real anymore and everyone’s morals began to loosen up. A blunt was hanging from her lips, she turned around so that she was facing Rena. Drunkenly deciding to have one more shot, practically skipping to the bar. Instead of getting a shot, she ended up getting a vodka cherry cocktail. She chugged the entire thing after Rena dared her to. Before returning to the dance floor, she made her way to the restroom. She was so intoxicated she didn’t even both hovering, she let her body plop down on the seat. She let her purse sit in her lap as she sat with her eyes closed for a while. This was the first weekend she had off all month, so the liquor was hitting harder than usual. Not to mention the only thing she ate that day was a chicken caesar salad at lunch. She finished her business and pulled out her phone to check how she looked, applying some lip gloss and fixing her hair before flushing. As she stood up, she stumbled a bit but sat her ass right back down when she saw a yellow glowing from outside the stall. 

“If you’re fucking with me right now I-” she heard a hoarse male voice grumble from outside the door. 

“Rick if I wanted to fuck with you I wouldn’t have helped you kill Rick Prime,” another young-sounding voice spoke. 

Diane was really nervous, especially because she was sure it was a man’s voice. She figured that Rena was waiting for her right outside so if she ran maybe she wouldn’t have interacted with the creep at all. Taking a deep breath in she opened the stall door and was taken back by what she saw. It was an older man with blue hair standing in front of you, tears were welding in his eyes creating an intense look on his face. 

“Is uh- is that Diane? Rick, you never said s-she looked like-” Morty said before being interrupted. 

“I’m going to take him home, looks like you’re gonna have an amazing time here,” Evil Morty said before dragging the other Morty into a portal by his shirt. 

“How do you know my name?” you asked, thoroughly confused and starting to wonder if your drink was spiked. He continued to stare, almost like he was in disbelief. He took a step towards her which made you step back into the stall.

“Dude what the fuck are you doing?” she asked. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

Seriously back-” Before she could finish, he blew some type of mist into her face. It immediately impacted her, making her slowly start to lower herself to the ground. Rick grabbed her which made her freak out a bit, like she was trying to get away but becoming too sedated to fight back. 

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he said, almost whispering. She bawled her hand into a fist and hit his chest weakly before passing out. 

When she woke up she couldn’t figure out where she was. Looking around at the random bed and the fact that she wasn’t wearing her clothes scared her. She was in a blue long sleeve that she was drowning in. Tears welled in her eyes, she looked over and saw her original clothes neatly folded in a pile near the bed. After wiping her eyes, not caring about the old makeup on her eyes, she went to open the door but found that it was locked. She started kicking and punching at it, hoping it would eventually give way. Starting to have a full-blown panic attack, she grabbed her heel and used it to bang on the door. This continued until Rick came through the door, which caused Diane to take a few steps back. 

“Let me out of here you fucking creep!” she yelled throwing her heel toward him, he didn’t even flinch because the throw was so bad. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he spoke in a soft yet firm voice.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want- oh my fucking- is this guy fucking serious? You fucking kidnapped me!” she cried, running over to grab the other heel. 

“I understand that this is confusing but I have a device that can help you understand,” Rick said, holding the mindblowers helmet in his hands. At this point, she was feeling so deranged as if she could explode at any moment, “I invented this device that can show you depictions of someone’s memories, I loaded my own on here so you could-” Diane interrupted by charging at him, armed with her heel. He dodged her so that he was behind her and put the mindblowers helmet on her, then waited. 

The first memory was of the first time they met, both lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same school. That being said, they never really interacted with each other. Rick was similar to Morty in high school, quiet and awkward. Not to mention their extracurricular activities were polar opposites, she was a cheerleader and on the swim team. Rick was looking to be valedictorian and although he wasn’t very athletic, he had his charming moments. He gained confidence especially throughout his senior year from all the praise his teachers gave him. This is what led to Rick asking Diane on a date, she said yes because she secretly had her eye on him for a while. She always knew he was different but not in a superficial way. She liked how observant he was, most of the guys she was around talked about their health. Bragging about the stupidest things, like how much they could bench and how much alcohol was accessible to them. Those same boneheads were ready to fight if someone breathed wrong in their direction. There was one time when Rick accidentally bumped into one of the football players. As the jock cussed out Rick, who then walked up to Diane and asked her to hang out after the football game.

“Hey um, I know you’re on the cheer team but maybe after the football game we could get some takeout?” Rick asked, standing stiffly with his hands in his pockets. 

“That actually sounds really nice, I have to run but, I’ll see you then,” she replied with a small smile on her face. 

When Diane was at the game, she kept looking for Rick in the bleachers. He didn’t show up until the last 20 minutes of the game. When they made eye contact, she practically jumped in the air and waved with a big smile on her face. As they did their routine, she couldn’t help but stare as she danced. Seeing how intensely he was giving her a feeling she never felt before. Finally, the game ended and she gathered her sports bag and met him in the parking lot. He was leaning up against an old pickup truck. He not only opened her door but also put her bag in the backseat for her. She was still in her uniform and only then did she notice how short the skirt was. It was a stick shift and she thought it was hot watching him maintain conversation while operating the car. They stopped at Wendy’s and then made their way back to Dianne’s house, her dad worked night and her mom was always passed out by 9 pm. The first time Rick came into her room, she felt more embarrassed than ever. Normally when her little girlfriends came over, she felt really proud of her bedroom. When she showed Rick, it felt like she was showing an intimate and private. He set his food and backpack down and you excused yourself to change. While she was gone, he looked around the room for a bit. The walls of the room were navy blue and her curtains and bedspread were baby pink. He took in the little details like all the cosmetics she had scattered about on her vanity. The Beatles posters and other magazine cut-outs were stuck to the wall.​​ The way her room smelled like vanilla or the white cat that lay at her windowsill, it hissed at Rick when he sat next to him. That was when Diane came back out wearing a short babydoll nightgown that had matching bloomer shorts. Her blonde hair was still down but she’d washed the make-up off her face, letting her freckles show. 

“Is this okay?” she asked, playing with her hands, Rick didn’t speak. Instead, he shook his head, closed her agape mouth, and pulled his burger out of the paper bag. 

You’d think they would have initiated some type of sexual act but instead, they talked for hours while sitting on her bed. He opened up about the difficult relationship between him and his father. She explained how her mother is crazy and they can’t go more than 5 hours without screaming at one another. They talked about future goals and career paths. They ended up falling asleep well, Diane did with her head lying on Rick’s chest. He stayed up, rubbing her back and admiring her face as she slept. It was too easy just to say he found her attractive, he liked that every guy talked about her. He liked that every girl wanted to be her. The way she wasn’t just a pretty face, she could hold a conversation and had goals beyond just being a mother and wife. Sometimes at night, he would get angry while thinking about her being with some other guy. They wouldn’t love her the way he did, they wouldn’t care about her mind and well-being like he could. 

One night, Rick was doing his homework when the phone rang. It was 1971 so it was a push-button phone. Because there was no way to see a color ID, Diane would only let the phone ring twice before hanging up, singling to Rick that she was on the other line. Rick picked up the phone, happy to hear her voice until he actually did. She was crying, he could hear her mother screaming in the background. They’d been together for the past 6 months and Rick knew all about the relationship between Diane and her Mother. Her mother was Russian and really strict, a lot of the time she would throw the sacrifices she made in Diane’s face. Both her older brothers moved out and had families, so with only the two of them left at home, it was like a war zone. Maybe Rick was biased but Diane’s mother was over-critical of the 18-year-old. She did everything in hopes of impressing her mother but to no avail. 

“Rick? I need you to pick me up right now. I can’t be here anymore!” she cried into the receiver. 

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon just hang tight okay? I love you,” he said, his heart pounding out of his chest. 

“Okay, I love you too but please just hurry okay?” she asked, her voice quivering. 

“I’m coming baby,” he said, hanging the phone back on its receiver. 

He grabbed his keys and coat, putting his shoes on before leaving. Before walking out the front door, he stared at his dad, who was passed out on the couch. He didn’t even bother taking his shoes or tie off, he shook his head in disgust before heading out. It was raining pretty hard, he turned the heater on before making his way to Diane’s. She only lived about a ten-minute drive from Rick’s house. Pulling into the driveway and honking to let her know he arrived. Diane came out, putting a couple of her bags into the backseat. Her mother followed her, screaming in Russian. He knew Diane was mad because she was screaming in a mixture of English and Russian, her face was red and tears streamed down her cheeks. Hair was soaked from walking back and forth from her house to Rick’s car. He just watched making sure nothing got too physical between the two of them. Once she packed the last of her things in the car, she approached her mother who was standing on the porch, laughing at her. Rick cringed as he heard the taunting cackling coming from the older women. 

“He’ll leave, you think the world is a fairytale place. You think you’ve found  prince who will build castle. Shower you will jewels and riches you’re blinded by desperation. He will use you, and you’ll let him because you have no brain, beauty is not enough to keep man anymore,” her mother spat.

“Just because Dad left you doesn’t mean I can’t find a man who will love me for real!” Diane said, more like screamed at her mother.

“Your father left because of you, I made him happy, I did everything right. It wasn‘t until you come that he leave and drink!” her mother screamed. 

“I hate you, fuck you seriously you drove everyone away and then blame everyone but yourself, God you’re just such a cunt!” Diane screamed so loud that neighbors began coming outside. 

“Go be with prince, go get pregnant, you’ll see how he loves you when pregnancy strips you of beauty,” her mother laughed as she slammed the door on Diane. She just stood there, she was completely soaked from the rain, and black mascara tears ran down her face staining her cheeks. She screamed at the door, just stood and screamed. Rick went and put his coat over her shoulder and directed her to the car. She was hysterical, not even comprehending what Rick was saying as he tried consoling her. He drove her back to his house, she was shivering and sobbing loudly. Rick was driving with one hand because she was death gripping his other arm, crying into her sleeve. He finally got her to calm down enough so they could sneak past his dad. He carried her inside, she clung onto him like he was going to disappear out of thin air. Bringing her to his room, when he set her down to go get her stuff from the car. 

“No, please just stay here, please don’t go!” she cried, holding onto one of his hands with both of hers. 

“I left the car on and I have to get your stuff, I’ll be right back,” he said, she didn’t protest but he also had to pry her hand off his arm to go. 

He managed to get all her stuff on the first trip. When he got back upstairs, he sat on the floor for a while with Diane consoling her. After she’d calmed down for the most part, she wanted to take a shower. He had a bathroom attached to his room and got everything ready for her. He let her know everything was good to go but she wanted him to join her. He shook his head in agreement but couldn’t form any words. They’d been intimate before but never fully nude or actual intercourse. She got in before he did, and nervously he joined her amazed at what he saw. She was so statuesque, like the women in Playboy magazines. Her skin was so soft and it glistened as the water ran down her curves. She turned around to make eye contact with him, shamelessly looking down at his package before fluttering her eyes up again. When he imagined this moment he thought it would have been more sexy and intense but it wasn’t. Instead, they just sat in the water embracing each other’s skin. Even when her eyes were closed you could see how swollen they were from crying. They stayed there till the water got cold, Rick cut off the water and helped her out of the shower. He didn’t know what she would want from her stuff, so he gave her one of his shirts and a pair of boxers and socks. He even brushed her hair so it wouldn’t get matted as she slept. 

“Do you think she’s right, do you think I’m the reason my dad left?” she asked, her voice getting lighter and cracking towards the end. 

“You’re dad left because he was a pussy and didn’t want to own up to his responsibilities,” he said, crawling into bed with her.

“Promise? That she’s wrong,” she asked looking up at him, he knew she wasn’t talking about her dad anymore. 

“I would only leave you if I died,” he said, pressing his forehead into her. She kissed him until her lips were swollen and hurting.

Ever since that night, they were completely inseparable. Everyone rolled their eyes, thinking there was no way they would last. They assumed Diane would leave Rick for a more mainstream athletic guy but she didn’t. He went to all of her swim meets and she supported him with all his college applications and the stress of his job. He worked as a paid apprentice for a watch store, it wasn’t the most exciting job but they were happy. The time between then and graduation seemed to fly by. Rick was valedictorian and Diane had to beg him to wear something nice underneath his gown. They ended up going to college together at Stanford, living in an off-campus apartment. He was trying to earn his Bachelor of Science while she was working on becoming a veterinarian. This is when the honeymoon phase ended and things started getting more domestic. Even though things were different, it didn’t mean things were bad. 

One night after she’s eaten with Rick at the dining room table. He was still there, shoveling forkfuls of meatloaf and mashed potatoes into his mouth. He was working on his homework, his brow  Every now and again wiping his hands so he could use his abacus. As she finished up the dishes, her body was practically shaking with anticipation. Diane had been saving up for months to buy Hewlett-Packard’s first scientific calculator. 

“Look, baby, it adds and subtracts obviously but it can also compute logarithms, exponents, AND, trigonometric functions. It’s called the HP-35, God it looks so cool I wish I could get it,” he said, showing Diane the newspaper ad.

“Well why can’t you?” she asked. 

“It’s 395 dollars,” he laughs. 

“Oh,” she said, turning her head back to the TV. 

She saved up enough money, working as a vet tech to buy it for him. He’d recently proposed, and the fact that he was more focused on her ring and marriage that he would sacrifice something that would make his schooling so much easier really touched her. She finished drying and putting the last few dishes away, she went over to the hall closet and grabbed the shopping bag. Rick was still hunched over his plate while working on his homework. She set the bag on the table in front of him, this made him look up at her. He had a bit of food in his mouth which made her laugh, she picked up the napkin and wiped his face. 

“What is it? Did you have a chance to pick up my socks?” he asked, Diane laughed again before responding. 

“Open it and find out,” she said, kissing the top of his head. He cleaned off his hands and opened the plastic bag. When he saw what it was, he set it on the table, pushed his chair back, and engulfed her in a bear hug. He lifted her up and squeezed her tight so she couldn’t move. 

“I’m glad you liked it,” she breathed out, he set her back on the ground, took her face between his hands, and kissed her. 

“You really are my everything you know that?” he asked before kissing her. 

“I love you,” she said. 

They both graduated with their degrees in 1976 and things were looking so promising. Rick already found a job working at a biotech company with a great wage and Diane was working as the lead veterinarian at her clinic. They bought a house that was perfect, two-story with a big garage. This worked out perfectly because it turned into Rick's workspace. For a while they just worked, saved up, and went on vacations every once in a while but things were beginning to get complacent. Every day the same routine, both Diane and Rick began to wonder about the concept of children. There was no reason why they couldn’t start trying but Diane was scared. Actually terrified of what pregnancy would do to her body not to mention having to birth a whole baby. Diane came home early one day because she was feeling so sick. It wasn’t until she walked into the store and into the pharmacy that it dawned on her she could be pregnant.

They used to use condoms religiously but they’d been married for years now and to put it bluntly, they got lazy. She picked up a pregnancy test and then made her way back home. Rick wasn’t going to be home for about an hour so she ran into the bathroom to take the test. She bought 5, just to be sure it was completely accurate. She was pacing around the bedroom for a while, waiting for the tests to develop. She took her scrubs off and walked back into the bathroom, every single test read positive. For a while, she sat down and cried, sobbing even. She turned on the shower, in hopes that it would help calm her nerves. It wasn’t like she was nervous about Rick’s reaction, she knew he wouldn’t be mad or anything. She was just scared of no longer having control of her body. On the other hand, I'm thinking about having a little mini-her. As she cried in the shower, she couldn’t help but think about what her mother had told her. About what caused her dad to leave, she knew Rick would think she was silly for thinking this but her insecurities were getting the better of her. When Rick came home, he was surprised to see her car in the driveway, normally she got home after him. When he found her she was still crying in the shower. Rick was really worried until she directed him to the tests on the bathroom vanity. 

“Honey why are you upset, you don’t want to be pregnant,” he asked gently, turning the water off once he realized it was ice cold. 

“No, I just.. I don’t know,” she sighed, getting up and wrapping a towel around herself. 

“How do you feel?” he asked, taking his work clothes off as you changed into comfy clothes. 

“I think it’s just bringing up past memories of things like my mom and stuff,” she said wiping her eyes. Rick joined her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her. 

“I would never leave you, especially if you were or are pregnant. I know it’ll be hard because of your past but I love you and look on the bright side. We’re having a little baby,” he said, moving his hands to her belly.

“Yeah, we are. Isn’t that so weird?” she asked rhetorically which made them both laugh before sharing a kiss. 

The pregnancy went along smoothly, she still worked until she was 7 months pregnant. Taking a break to start nesting and planning for the baby. Diane didn’t want anything elaborate, the baby shower was very intimate. Only close friends and family her mother wasn’t invited. The birth scared the shit out of Rick, he had so much anxiety watching her contracting. She looked like a cat that couldn’t get comfortable, shifting positions and writhing around. She kept reminding Rick not to let them do anything crazy to her which he reassured her every time. She pretty much blacked out while pushing, her face was so red, practically purple. She was so exhausted that she kept dozing off while waiting for them to bring her back. As the doctor stitched her up, Rick watched making sure they didn’t give her the husband stitch. Diane’s face was bruised from how hard she pushed, she was sleeping curled up on her side. Rick held Beth as he waited for her to wake up. The nurses thought she was a redhead at first but after they bathed her they realized it was actually blonde. He talked to her the entire time, whispering how much he loved her on her forehead. She was perfect, like a little doll. Rick couldn’t believe he made her or how tiny she was. Diane woke up shortly after, immediately taking Beth into her arms and gushing over her. 

This was the last memory on the mind blowers, Diane ripped the helmet off herself and started crying. She felt like she was going crazy, the overwhelming feeling of watching herself live a completely different life made her want to throw up. Going to one of the corners of the room and just hyperventilating. Rick sat behind her so that his knees were on either side of her. 

“Did we really do all that together?” she asked, wiping her face.

“A version of you, yeah,” he said. 

“I can’t be that for you, I’m not a mom I don’t know how to do that yet. I wasn’t born like forever ago either,” she cried

“I’m not asking you to become a different person or my wife. I just worry about other Versions of me, getting a hold of you. They won’t be as… nice as me,” he explained. She turned around to face him, he looked sad and tired. Maybe it was because she was feeling overwhelmed and needed comfort but she moved to hug him. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same. Tears streamed down his face, he was squeezing her so tight she couldn’t breathe for a second. 

“I’m exhausted and my head hurts,” she said, which made Rick stand her up and start the shower for her. While Diane sat, soaking in the hot water, Rick got her a pain pill to help her sleep and ease all the anxiety this entire ordeal had caused. He waited on the bed until she came out of the bathroom, showered, and changed. He wrote down his number just in case he needed anything before he went to leave. 

“Wait! Can you stay with me please?” she asked, sitting on the bed. He agreed and lay there till the pain pill he gave her kicked in. She ended up cuddling up next to him and sleepily protested when he tried to break free and leave.

[sofreddie]

The Parts You Hide 8

Summary: With the past behind them, Sam and Dean can finally move towards a real relationship.

Characters: Bisexual!Sam x Bisexual!Dean, Others

Warnings: Wincest (Not Related), M/M, Fluff

WC: 728

A/N: I can't believe I actually finished something! Another series is complete! I hope you all have enjoyed the story as much as I have. Happy fanfic-ing! Feedback is appreciated. : )

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Part 7

Sam woke every morning with a grin. He walked through his new home—Dean's home—to find Dean in the kitchen making breakfast and coffee. It was a welcomed routine, and every time he saw Dean in the morning, it was like watching the sunrise.

"Mornin', Babe," Dean greeted Sam with a peck, which always made the younger man blush. "Gotta hurry, or we'll be late," he added, munching a piece of toast as he prepared for work.

It took Sam a little while to adjust to the various pet names Dean bestowed upon him, every one making him blush like a schoolgirl. But having all of Dean's attention and affection aimed at you would make anyone a bashful and turned-on puddle.

They share the little things now, like making meals, sharing a home, and commuting to work. Sam was apprehensive that their little bubble would pop, that Dean wouldn't be able to handle being out or with him. But months later, they were still going strong. Sam couldn't help but feel like maybe they were meant to be together after all.

It took a lot for Dean to realize just how important Sam was to him. His life felt empty and bleak without him. He didn't mind having to kick someone's ass. But more importantly, he didn't mind that their relationship was in public and people knew. He thought it would be ugly and messy, but he found more acceptance than he ever hoped.

Even if they had been met with animosity and rejection, Dean would have done it all over again. Not having Sam in his life was a worse pain than everything else, and he would endure it all and more just to be with him. Sam was it for Dean, and he was it for Sam.

Dean had always wanted a family, a home, and a future with someone who loved him as much as he loved them. He always thought that for this dream to become a reality, it would have to be a woman, a wife. But he had found all that and more in Sam. He no longer had to wonder if a life like that was in the cards for him. Sam delivered it on a platter with smiles and kisses and welcoming warmth and love.

After their fight, Nick disappeared. His friends abandoned him after finding out what he did to Sam and witnessing his defeat at the hands of Dean. He’d probably skipped town, and Dean was glad, hoping it was for good—one less dirtbag to sully their quiet little city.

Things went on at work as usual, like they had always been. Sam and Dean hung out and worked with their friends, trading barbs and jokes throughout the day. Sometimes, when they left work, they all went to the local bar for drinks. The only difference was that now they knew about Sam and Dean, but it didn't change anything.

When Sam returned to their table with drinks, placing Dean's in front of him with a peck to his cheek out of habit, Dean blushed hard, and his gaze traveled to their friends. But they chuckled and leered, as they would whenever Dean was on a date. Except this time, it was Sam.

"Can't believe you finally found someone that can make you settle down," Benny joked with a broad grin.

"I honestly thought he'd be a playboy bachelor forever," Cas added, joining the reverie.

"Alright, alright," Dean tried to fend off the attacks.

"Moving in together, too," Garth teased, winking at Sam. "Soon enough, he'll pass for damn near respectable."

"Screw all of you," Dean laughed back, shaking his head.

"I'll get the next round," Cas chuckled.

Dean glanced at the tall and thin younger man at his side, watching as he laughed and enjoyed the time out. He pointedly ignored his friends' continued teasing and leered over him, unable to take his eyes away from Sam.

"You are so whipped," Cas rolled his eyes as he returned with a new round of drinks, and Dean couldn't help but smile.

"Eh," Dean shrugged, unable to deny the accusation. "He's worth it."

More than grateful for the normalcy and the chance to find happiness with the man he loved, Dean took a swig of his beer, his hand slinking around Sam's waist to hold him close. And life went on.

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[the-unlucky-foster]

A bunch of HPMA incorrect quotes with Ivy, Daniel, Elli, and Esme

//WARNING: LONG, JERK OFF MENTION//

Daniel: I'm like Heinz Doofenshmirtz because I, too, like being petty, signing off-key, and over-sharing my deepest traumas for no discernible reason.  Esme: Not to mention that you think of yourself as eveil but are, at best, a minor inconvenience.

Daniel: What if one day you just suddenly turned into an almond and you couldn't scream or do anything about it because you were just a f***ing almond?  Esme: Are you okay?

Daniel: Am I going to far?  Esme: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Daniel: HELLO FANFIC AUTHORS. IT'S TIME FOR A VOCAB LESSON:  Daniel: Wanton means sexually immodest or promiscuous.  Daniel: Wonton means a type of dumpling commonly found in chinese cuisines.  Daniel: YOUR CHARACTERS SHOULD NOT BE MOANING LIKE A CHINESE DUMPING. OKAY, THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT.  Esme: Either way, things are sure gonna get...  Esme: Steamy...  Daniel: GET OUT.

Daniel: Wait, is Baja Blast a real thing? I thought all of you were talking about masturbating.  Esme: The way it tastes, we might as well be.

Daniel: Can we go to a haunted house?  Esme: What’s wrong with the one we live in?  Daniel: Wh-what?  Esme: Goodnight, Daniel.

Daniel: *makes Esme a cup of tea but puts salt in it*  Esme: *sips tea*  Daniel: Esme: *finishes tea*  Daniel: Didn't it taste bad?  Esme: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.  Daniel, tearing up: Oh, okay.

Esme: If I may interject...  Daniel: Oh, awesome, Esme was eavesdropping

Daniel: Just realized that cowboys go "Yee haw" and ninjas go "Hee yaw".  Esme: What kind of crack are you on?

Esme: What's wrong with you?  Daniel: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression

Daniel: What if I took off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath?  Esme: You mean... Skin?  Daniel: What an absolutely terrifying thing to say. Thank you.

Daniel: I made tea.  Esme: I don't want tea.  Daniel: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.  Esme: Then why did you tell me?  Daniel: It's a conversation starter.  Esme: It's a horrible conversation starter.  Daniel: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

Daniel: The bar was so low that it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil.  Esme: Daniel, this is such a raw line, what the f**k.

Esme: Are you having another depressive episode?  Daniel: A depressive episode?  Daniel: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one

Esme: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?!  Daniel: ...  Esme: Oh, right. The lying.

Esme: Killed a spider and now I feel bad...  Daniel: Give birth to a spider to make up for it.  Esme: ...  Daniel: ...Why did I say that.  Esme: Why DID you say that?

Esme, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!  Daniel: …What does that even mean?!

Ivy: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.  Daniel: The big five licenses?  Ivy: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

Daniel: Last night, I had a dream about sandwich pizza.  Esme: What?  Daniel: It was pizza with bread on the top and the bottom.  Esme: So a calzone?  Daniel: You can’t just name things I dream up.

Elliott, half-asleep: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.  Daniel: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Elliott: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not!  Daniel: Elli, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.  Elliott: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it!  Ivy: ...It was a bug.  Elliott: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not!  Daniel: ...  Ivy: ...  Elliott: Stop looking at me like that!

Esme: How would you guys deal with a toxic friend?  Elliott: Tell them how you really feel.  Daniel: Slowly distance yourself from them.  Ivy: Engage in a 1v1 sword battle and if they lose they have to stop being toxic or pay the price.  Esme, being handed a sword: …well heck.

Ivy: School sucks.  Esme: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.  Ivy: What are jobs like?  Esme: They suck

Elliott: Ivy, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?!  Ivy: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

Daniel: If anyone needs me, then honk off.

Ivy: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens."

Elliott, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?  Ivy: …  Ivy: What’s in the box?  Elliott: What woul-  Ivy: Elliott, what’s in the box?  Elliott: I think you know

Ivy, to Elliott: I'll be under the mistletoe when you start feeling desperate!

Esme: Daniel! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover.  Daniel: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

[plothooksinc]

I can’t remember which ask meme this was from, but what do you think has changed in your writing over the years?

I don't know which ask meme it is either, anon, but I'm always down to answer questions so!

Definitely attention to detail. It's a change I can thank online RP for, actually-- my writing back in the day could carry a plot but it couldn't carry much else and the most damning critique I ever got of it was when I got a knockback for a grant when trying to write an original novel with "we feel that you're aiming at the wrong age group. Instead of young adult, try 7-12." Because my writing was just that simplistic. That criticism haunts me to this day and also stopped me writing for a good long while, honestly. (This is before I tried writing my first ever fanfic, lmao. I was going to be a ~serious published writer~ dammit)

Anyway, I put writing aside but I was heavily into tabletop RPGs at the time, and my introduction to the world wide web also came with an introduction to places where people roleplayed those tabletop games online, and I was hooked. But writing your character doing something in a way that garnered interest required you writing hooks into everything you did; describing what you were doing, how you moved, what you were thinking, what you were saying, how you were saying it, etc etc. I started with the most simple tag lines like **enters the bar** and over a year I had characters making grand entrances and starting plots and eventually became a GM for the chat room so was doing more 'now I'm describing what the universe is doing in response' which was even more training in that regard. (That's where plothooksinc came from originally, actually; it's my old school late 90s GMing handle, lmao.) Shortly after that I was doing a temp job in which I had to answer a phone every hour or so and was bored, so tried to write the next chapter in the novel I'd been attempting to write, first time back in years, and it just looked. Different. Really detailed. Flowed well. I handed the page off to a friend and they read it and went "Wait, you wrote this?" Yes. "Okay. Well, the rest of your book isn't great. But this? THIS IS GOOD. Write more." (Thanks for that blunt honesty, my guy.) So yeah. Details. After that, the only difference is polish-- my fics often start more roughly than they end, the prose kind of hesitant, but I pick up confidence over the fic via audience reactions and end with a lot more polish. But that isn't so much a change over time because it tends to reset with each new fic, rofl. I'm a very socially anxious writer, I guess.

tl;dr don't skip the detail. You don't have to spend four pages describing the colour of the leaves in autumn (and really, you probably shouldn't), but you have to sink people into the world you're creating or their eyes will glaze after a while and they'll forget your writing real quick. I learned that lesson. I still have that super old writing of mine and I wince a little at it, but I keep it so I can show myself how far I've come.

Thank you! ♥

(We don't know which ask meme this was, but eh. Questions are always fun, doesn't matter where they're from.)

[autistic-katara]

@byler-alarmist taking this as an invitation to go off like i’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair and writing in a sparkly pink diary while idk what kinda music plays in the background soooooooo… (warning: due to my habit of going off-topic every 2 seconds this is pretty long so proceed with caution)

imma start at the beginning. basically u guys remember my best friend? the one who i lowkey highkey had a crush on who isnt into boys? anyways yeah he texted me and asked if i wanted to hang out tomorrow (today) and we ended up making plans to go to the city centre to idk hang out and yeah there was the problem that apparently my mum wanted to do like a family day out or smthn but we couldn’t do that cause my sister hurt her foot (look ella, ily and it sucks that that happened to u but also i am so fucking glad i was able to hang out w/ him today instead of the ppl i spend 24/7 with and half annoy me to death) anyways none of that was important so we ended up meeting and getting side tracked for a second again but while i was waiting for him at the train station this random police/security guard/person came up to me and got annoyed at me for having too long shoelaces or something (?) cause he just pointed at my feet and was like “ur laces” and “someone might trip” like ??? who tf are u, my teacher? (they were tied btw just kinda long) anyways yeah that was one of the random weird things that happened today anyways yeah he arrived and oh yeah while we were both on our respective trains there he texted me that he knew a place that would probably sell us alcohol (which considering we’re both 15 and the legal drinking age here is 18 was like definitely super illegal but literally who tf cares) and so yeah we ended up going there but it was a corner shop in like pretty far from the train station so we had to take the subway which omfg it’s so LOUD how tf did i manage to take it as a kid and not have a complete meltdown but yeah we got there and i gave him some money (cause i had way more money on me and he was less scared of getting IDed) and somehow his very obviously underage ass managed to get 2 cans of this alcoholic drink (it wasnt like insanely alcoholic like to quote him one can is “enough to get u a bit tipsy” but like still) anyways yeah we went to a park near there and sat by a tree while we drank it and talked and yeah we ended up talking abt some kinda but not rlly personal but also probably kinda concerning stuff that i’m not gonna mention for the aforementioned reasons but also fanfic and yeah turns out i’m good at writing the stuff he struggles with and hes good at writing the stuff i struggle with so we’re gonna try and co-write smthn at some point •u• anyways yeah also i recently got some new jeans and own some posca pens so have been drawing on them and yeah i brought some of the pens and he drew some hearts on the calf (bcz he couldn’t think of anything else) and yeah so that happened •///• [ur gonna have to endure me cringely emoticon-ing this i’m sorry this is what u signed up for when u let me diaryify my tumblr for a minute] anyways yeah also i seriously cannot handle alcohol well that only had like a tiny alcohol content and after chugging a can i felt like i was in a dream when it came to like movement n shit and i also ended up telling him abt how i used to like one of our mutual friends and thats why i agreed to fight her at his bar mitzvah (yes she was that crush and he was that friend with the bar mitzvah) and yeah apparently i’m the second person to have told him that (the crush thing not the fighting thing but thats just me assuming) anyways yeah after we sobered up a bit n allat we went back on the subway but to somewhere else cause the shops there r cool and yeah anyways finally getting to another actually super important part but we were talking abt like sexualities (specifically in relation to our younger selves // idk i’m not rlly sure how to explain the context so)

and yeah anyways we were talking and he said that “he was ace or gay bcz men” (or smthn like that i cant remember the actual wording) but DUDE HE LIKES GUYS !! (in some way, not sure if he meant he was aroace or gay, or ace or gay but still aro, or if he doesnt did as aro anymore at all, or if it was like hes ace/aroace AND gay, and yeah idk he got confused when i asked “in what way” and i was too high on caffine to find better wording TwT) which means i do actually have some sorta a chance (even if i dont know in what way or how much of one) aksjsjdjdjsks and yeah we ended up looking around some shops n stuff — also sidenote: we had like a lot more physical touch than usual. like he doesnt rlly like physical contact unless hes super close to the person and even tho we’ve been bsfs for like 3 years and friends for like 10 ive been way too scared to see if i’m close enough to him for that but yeah anyways it wasnt like we were holding hands or anything but like he was touching my leg while drawing on my jeans and i grabbed his arm a couple times, stuff like that nd idk maybe it doesnt sound like much but to me it was like everything — and yeah then we ended up going back to the city centre for his dad to pick us up which is when 2 things happened: 1, we were crossing at some traffic lights and he said smthn like “i feel so weird doing this i’m just following everyone else” or smthn along those lines and this random guy neither of us knew was like “dont follow the crowd. be confident” like dude??? 😭 do we know u??? (it was so fucking random) anyways 2, there was this street preacher yelling abt how “there will be 2 resurrections” and to “succumb to jesus” or whatever and i legit doubled over laughing when i realised what he was saying and i think he saw me but b r o literally how can someone do that w/o getting way too embarrassed i literally would not be able to make an announcement that ppl need to get out of here bcz danger incase they thought i was annoying or whatever literally how to they have such little embarrassment anyways sorry, side tangent over. (i’m almost done) and yeah his dad came and took us home and before i got out of the car when they got to my house he said thanks for hanging out with him and that it was rlly fun and I KNOW thats not much but idk just like the way he said it or the fact that he said that to me after that just <3333 and yeah idk sorry this was just like idek how many words of me gushing abt my crush and going on 30 side tangents but fuck you this is what u signed up for when u clicked “read more” so

oh my god so much happened today mutuals can i treat u like a diary for a minute

[kohakuarisaka]

Subspace [chapter 12 of ?]

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Your dom let you drop, and Hawks picked you back up. It was an act of kindness; and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about each other since, and what could be. Suddenly, your relationship with your boss became so deliciously improper.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Dom!Hawks and Sub!reader. Female reader with female genitals. BDSM elements. Kink discussion. Aftercare. Consensual rough sex. Feral behavior. Wing kink and feather play. Consensual dirty talk and verbal abuse. Unprotected sex. Penis in vagina sex. Oral sex. Bondage & Shibari. Master/slave play. Biting/choking. Degradation. Vibrators & anal plugs.

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The mood was different the next time you stepped into Hawks’ apartment.

He was there at the door to greet you, like always. He was wearing comfortable clothes, bare feet on the cool tiles. Only, there was something charged in his stare. It wasn’t cold or condescending. He looked a little upset, but not in the way you had grown used to these past several months. It wasn’t that fake anger he conjured to fuel the persona he had created in your time together.

Tonight, there was something heated in his stare. It wasn’t frightening; rather, it made you feel safe. When his palm gently cupped your chin, fingers spread across your jaw, tilting your head back to force eye contact, you felt a trickling warm spread through your chest.

It was a little surprising, for a moment.

But, when you thought about what had conspired only a few days ago, it seemed obvious why he was acting this way. You didn’t want to allow yourself the fantasy of believing that it would change anything. Hawks was a hero, after all. It was his job, and you were just a nobody, doing your job, like everyone else.

Only, the look he was giving you conveyed something quite different.

“You scared me,” he uttered darkly. “I expect an apology…”

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…

…

It had happened earlier in the week, on a rather unsuspicious Monday.

You didn’t own a car, as you didn’t need one to get through the city. A year or so ago, after settling into your new role as Hawks’ assistant, you moved to an apartment within walking distance. Plenty of grocery stores, bars, cafes, doctors’ offices and everything in-between were a short train ride away, if not easily accessible on foot. You could also take the ferry across the river if needed, and always enjoyed the salty air carried by the oceanic breeze.

You had a meeting scheduled across town and needed to take the bullet train to get there. It was just another day, another trip you had taken many times before, another cart you had likely been in several times before without ever considering it. It was just another day.

Until it wasn’t.

Something had crashed into the train, forcing it off the tracks and to a screeching, fiery halt. The first cart was almost completely demolished from the collision, and the following harshly piled up on the tracks behind it. The force had knocked you across the aisle, and a harsh slam into the hand rail had rendered you unconscious.

You were in and out in the following hours, bleary vision giving you glimpses of red cloaked skies.

When you woke up in the hospital, you figured it had been your wild imagination supplying a frivolous dream. The news was playing on the TV in your room as the doctor went over your discharge paperwork. A villain had caused the train crash and Hawks had descended upon the scene, a tornado of red feathers pulling civilians from the burning wreckage.

The news channel had gotten amazing footage of the scene, a beautiful barrage of red feathers swarming the cart in a furious tornado, carrying people into the sky before carefully descending them to where emergency personnel were parked with ambulances, waiting for them.

There was a very brief and blurry clip of Hawks exiting the train. His back was turned, his wingspan small and empty as his feathers filled the sky. His arms were curled inward, back arching forward, implying that he was holding something, or someone.

The footage ended, and the scene returned to the reporting news analyst explaining what had happened. Through a beautiful smile, the reporter babbled on about the amazing rescue Hawks performed, how he had arrived on the scene in record time, and not a single life was lost thanks to his speed.

The reporter’s voice faded away when the doctor stepped into the room. You tried to ignore the flushed feeling of shame and joy that made your tummy spiral, and tried to focus on the discharge information. Luckily, you had suffered no severe injuries. You had been pulled from the wreckage before suffering any smoke inhalation and the hero who had saved you took care to ensure your neck remained acute, leading to no accidental spinal injuries.

One of the rookie’s escorted you home from the hospital, made sure you made it safely up the elevator, and even offered to run any errands for you, which politely rejected, of course. For some time, you laid in bed and thought about it all, about Hawks rushing to the scene.

The fact that you were was just a coincidence, right? Sure, he had access to your schedule, and you always told him about meeting you had. But, that didn’t mean-… He wouldn’t have-…

Those intrusive thoughts kept you awake until the pain medicine finally kicked in, and you were able to drift into a pleasant sleep.

The next day, you got dressed and walked to work, as if nothing had happened. You were immediately faced with Hawks as soon as you passed the threshold. He didn’t wait a second to beckon you into his office. As soon as the door shut, the mask he wore vanished, and you realized how angry he truly was. You had seen plenty of fake glares, forced anger when he was pretending to set a mood during a scene. This was different.

This was real.

“What are you doing here? You should be at home,” he chastised, immediately knocking his visor off his face, careless to where it landed.

His irritation startled you, but only for a moment.

You put your foot down, crossing your arms, and returned his glare.

“I’m fine,” you retorted. “-m just sore. No reason I can’t be here.”

“You’re not fine,” Hawks shot back, his voice rising just a little. “You almost-” He cut himself off with a groan and dragged a heavy hand through his hair.

Hawks’ headphone followed, roughly yanked off his neck and tossed onto his desk. It was then that you finally saw the bags under his eyes, the dark tint on his eyelids. He dug his index finger and thumb into his closed eyes, turning away from you as he harshly rubbed his face. The coffee mug on his desk was startlingly aromatic. You could smell the caffeine from across the room.

“You should go home-”

“If anyone needs to go home, it’s you, Hawks,” you challenged him, letting your voice be harsh. “You look-”

“Don’t,” he snapped, turning back towards you.

The venom in his voice was frightening, alongside the angered look he gave you; however, he blinked it away immediately, looking regretful. There was the slightest moment that startle danced across your face, before it morphed back into anger.

“You-” he began.

“I-” as did you, cutting him off.

The room was still for a moment. You jolted a little when Hawks’ cellphone suddenly he went off. He harshly yanked it out of his pocket and squeezed it, pushing the side button and stopping the ringing. You stared at him, confused, especially when he tossed the phone onto his desk, reckless as it skidded across the surface.

“Look, I-”

He shifted forward suddenly, startling a gasp out of you and cutting off your statement. His arms curled up behind your back, carefully pulling you into a weak embrace. His head drooped into the space above your shoulder, hesitant to make contact, likely out of fear of hurting you. You stared over his shoulder, watching his wings fold in and sag against his back.

You sighed into the embrace, lifting your hands to slide them up his chest, and pressed yourself against him. He remained strong as your weight bore into him. Even in this tired state, he was unyielding, and it made you feel undeserving of such attention. When his arms tightened, you felt a slight ache in your lower back, but didn’t allow yourself flinch, afraid he would pull away.

This wasn’t appropriate for work, even with the door being closed. You knew that, and surely he did, too; but, you didn’t want him to pull away. Rather, you leaned in closer, trying to encourage him to touch you more. It worked, for his hands slithered up your spine, as if mapping out the surface.

“I meant what I said: I’m just sore,” you offered weakly, letting your cheek fall onto his shoulder. “Hawks, I can’t – I don’t want to be cooped up in my apartment.”

He understood that, more than you would ever know.

“…okay,” came his quiet, hoarse reply. “Sorry for snapping at you.”

As his arms started to pull away, you decided to make a leap. Normally, Hawks was the one who initiated; but, you decided, it would be you this time.

“It’s fine. I – uhm - can I come over Friday?” you whispered, tilting your head back to peer up into his eyes as he removed himself from the embrace.

He blinked, and you could almost hear the rejection as he mulled it over in his head.

You were still recovering. Even if you were just sore, as you claimed, that didn’t mean that a few days was adequate recovery time. But, as Hawks stared at your face, taking in the soft look of hope, he allowed himself to admit that, clearly, you both needed it.

Hawks replied, “yeah,” before swallowing dryly.

His eyes drifted down your face before rapidly shifting back up to your eyes. You tilted your head back, as if to answer that silent request, only, his phone started to ring again, and Hawks pulled away to answer it this time. Before you could hear too much of the conversation, you exited his office.

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An apology.

You were certain you knew what he meant by that.

Hawks pulled his hand away, and you carefully set your bag aside, letting it drop forgotten to the floor, before beginning to descend in front of him. Before your knees were even close to the ground, Hawks grabbed at your bicep, and pulled you back up to stand properly.

“What’re you doing?” he snarled, dragging you in close.

Panic blossomed across your face. “Ugh - apologizing?” you offered weakly.

“That’s not how you apologize to me,” Hawks scolded, his brow sunken low over his eyes.

“Don’t insult me,” he added on darkly, giving your bicep a gentle squeeze. The venomous words had you trembling with delight and, honestly, you were a little disappointed he didn’t punish you for that misunderstanding.

“Now, do it right.”

That was how every dom before had expected an apology: on your knees, groveling at their cock with pitiful begging words. You felt foolish to assume that Hawks would expect one the same way, and even more foolish when you realized you didn’t know how he wanted an apology.

Luckily, he answered that silent plea. He let go of your arm, lifted his hand to his face, and tapped the pad of his finger against his cheek, before turning his head away from you.

With a soft gasp, deliriously endeared by his method, you leaned forward, planting your hands on his shoulders for balance, and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

When you pulled back, you whispered, “I’m sorry, sir.”

You could see him give you a glance from the corner of his eye before his gaze shifted away again, and he released a displeased, quiet exhale. A brief feeling of panic and excitement washed over you, and you leaned forward, kissing his cheek again, and a second time, just to be safe, before apologizing again.

“I’m so sorry, sir.”

He blinked slowly, but otherwise didn’t react. Spurred on, you tried again, this time delivering something suave to his cheek, feeling his fine beard hairs tickle your chin.

“Sir, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

He turned his head towards you, looking unimpressed. The frown on his face seemed more challenging than it did discouraging, especially when accompanied by the burning stare of his golden eyes.

This time, when you leaned in, you peppered butterfly kisses along the corner of his mouth, avoiding his lips as if you absolutely were not allowed to dare touch him there. Before you could utter sweet pleas to him again, a huff escaped his nose that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

Your fingers fumbled with his shirt where they clung to his shoulders, torn between temptation and nerves.

“Sir, I’m sorry,” you whispered again.

Hawks tilted his head down ever so slightly, and you took that as an invitation to kiss his lips. He didn’t reciprocate; but, when you leaned back, you saw a faint smirk appear. You gently pressed another kiss, and then another, leaning in until most of your body weight was pressed against him. His hands finally reached for you, grabbing onto your waist for purchase.

“Sir, please. I’m sorry.”

“Hmm,” Hawks hummed, blinking down at you.

As you stared up into those sunset eyes, you thought about what a monster he was.

And more importantly, how much you loved it.

You leaned back in, this time adorning his other cheek with kisses, one right after the other, making soft smacking sounds as you did so. He huffed softly when you kissed at his beard line. At that sound, you returned to his mouth, finding your methods rather desperate at this point. This time, however, he kissed back, arching over you as he did so.

You moaned, embarrassingly loud, in response.

When he pulled back, he made a thoughtful sound. “…are you?” he uttered.

“Yes,” you breathed.

A calloused hand slid up your neck and you tilted your head approvingly, eyes fluttering shut. Deliriously, you thought about how massive his hand was, how easily he could cup your throat, how far across his fingers could circle the delicate flesh. However, in that moment, he was holding you gently. There was the slightest bit of a threat there, and it felt good.

“Are you?” he repeated, a little darker this time.

Your eyes fluttered open and you released a nervous breath. “Sir, I’m sorry I scared you.”

Hawks’ thumb trailed your cheek and you watched a series of emotions play out across his face. His other arm locked tight against your lower back and pulled you in, forcing your body against his. He felt firm, strong, and the pressure was a little painful, not that you cared to contest that. The smell of his cologne was gentle and reminded you of the ocean.

“Tonight… I’m going to fuck you.”

The words had left you stupefied, staring at him as if you couldn’t believe what he had just said.

Hawks huffed out a brief, quiet laugh, seemingly pleased by the stare you gave him.

“Would you like that?” he offered, a little teasing, but clearly sincere.

As if on autopilot, you replied quietly, “yes, sir.”

He leaned in, dragging his stubble against your cheek, until his lips touched your temple.

“You want my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” you panted, eyelids fluttering and hands now a death grip on his shoulders.

His hand, that had been gently caressing your neck, shifted to the back of your head and grabbed a fistful of hair. You cried out softly when he pulled your head back, grip careful to ensure he didn’t hurt you. Your eyes squeezed shut, not out of pain or fear, but from pleasure and excitement.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he confessed in a hoarse whisper.

You huffed out a weak breath, leaning into him and silently begging him to continue.

“You have no idea how hard it is to resist when you want it so fucking badly,” he continued. “Even when you don’t say it. The way you look at me. Makes me wanna tie you up – use you every single night.”

A full body shudder betrayed whatever dignity you had left.

“Would that be enough for you?” Hawks murmured darkly. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You didn’t quite respond verbally, but your grip on his shoulders tightened.

He laughed darkly. “No, no, it wouldn’t be. You want me to come inside you.”

It wasn’t much of a question, but you still tried to answer, whimpering out an agreeing sound.

“Yeah,” he agreed through a heavy exhale. “Just fucking you isn’t enough. You have to be full of me, even after I’m done with you. You want to feel it – remember it. Maybe, I’ll make you walk around my apartment while it leaks out of you.”

“Hawks-” you cried out, his name escaping as if against your will.

“Shhh,” he cooed, lips dragging against your skin as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled back. You were breathing a little harsher than usual, you realized, cheeks flushed red as Hawks stared at you like a hungry, wild animal.

His knuckles dragged along your cheek before he pulled his hand away.

“Babybird, are you sure you still want this?” he asked, his tone as sweet as he could manage while making that face: a look that made it clear he was being serious.

He had spun you deep into the abyss; but, that concerned question had sobered you up enough to give him a proper answer.

“Yes, Hawks,” you breathed. “Of course I do.”

“I won’t be able to be sweet on you tonight,” he warned in a soft voice that contrasted that implication.

You didn’t ponder it for long. You weren’t sure if you wanted it sweet. When you were in between these nightly visits, you dreamt of him taking you properly. It was rarely ever sweet at the start. In your dizzy daydreams, he fucked you like he owned you.

With some bite, you answered sharply, “if I wanted sweet, I’d get a boyfriend.”

For a moment, Hawks was quiet, staring at you with a surprised look on his face. But, then, that look formed into an amused and wild smirk.

“Yeah,” he agreed darkly.

His lips fell over yours, wet and possessive, devouring. You let your hands venture into his hair, forgetting your place for a moment as he kissed you. Hawks seemed to forget, too, for he didn’t bother attempting to stop you. He held you close, tilted his head and deepened the kiss, forcefully drawing sounds out of you.

You both had drifted away for a moment, before he harshly pulled back with a wet smack. Hawks released you from his hold, though your grip on his shoulders and weight pressing into him kept you upright. With a careful hand, he cupped your bicep and pushed you away. You staggered back willingly, finding your footing.

Wordlessly, he tilted his head slightly in the direction of the hallway, a cold look in his eyes. You started for his room, and he followed behind you, looming like a dangerous shadow.

As you approached, your ears picked up a faint melody, a saxophone carrying a long note that hummed pleasantly through the room. Sure enough, as you crossed the threshold, you spotted the small radio lit up on the table by his chair. The saxophone finished what was likely the end of a long and beautiful solo before the piano picked up.

The hallway light turned off behind you, casting darkness into the room. A dim lamp at the bedside table was all that illuminated the room, casting a faint, pale glow. Even with your clothes on, the room felt colder than usual, and you knew it was intentional. However, the knowledge of Hawks’ presence made you feel warm and congested in your clothes.

As if reading his mind, you started undressing. Hawks remained behind you, and you could feel his eyes staring as your skin became bare. You couldn’t see his glare, however, as bruises that he didn’t make became exposed.

Once the final article hit the ground, fingertips spread across your back. You sighed as he traced invisible patterns across your skin. He leaned in, and you felt his breath on your shoulder.

“We have a new rule,” he advised firmly.

You exhaled heavily.

“Only I’m allowed to bruise and cut your skin,” Hawks whispered, standing so close that he was nearly touching you. “For every mark that isn’t mine, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you answered in a mewl that showed how much you liked this new rule.

A large hand enveloped the back of your neck and pushed you forward. You staggered a little, before finding your footing as he maneuvered towards the bed. He pushed you over the edge and you followed the motion, bending over at the waist so that your chest and cheek touched the bed while your legs held your ass in the air, bare feet on the floor.

Hawks leaned up, eyes and hands trailing over you. He pressed up against you, letting you feel his clothed erection, his strong legs and abdomen.

“One,” he started, gently sliding his palm over a large bruise under your ribs.

He was careful, though you still winced slightly at the touch.

“…two… three…”

You drifted away as he counted, finding marks you had no idea about, in places your eyes couldn’t reach as easily as his could. He leaned back, stepping away a little, and nudged your legs apart. You tried not to shudder as your sex became exposed and the cold air washed over you. He had seen your nudity countless times before; but, you doubted you could ever truly get used to this.

“…eight… nine…”

“Hawks,” you pleaded.

His hand gently brushed the back of your head, a condescending touch, and he cooed a soft, “shush.” However, there was some warning in that tone, that he wasn’t going to tolerate that, and you sagged obediently into the bed.

He was quiet for a little while, hands wandering with his eyes, touching as if he couldn’t quite see you properly unless his fingertips did, too.

“Nine marks, babybird,” he uttered, sighing with annoyance.

For a brief second, you were afraid you were going to cry. Your sober self knew he didn’t mean it; but, you allowed yourself to drift down so far so quickly, and was already feeling the bubbling shame of damaging your master’s property. You pressed your face into the sheets and tried to ignore it.

“Knees on the bed,” Hawks commanded, sounding impatient.

You leaned up on your elbows with a dry inhale and pulled your legs up onto the bed. For a moment, you pondered what he intended to use. Then, you could hear a wispy sound as something floated over you and then a pinch as Hawks grabbed it: the sound of leather squeezed against skin. You knew what it was before he touched you with it. He dragged it gently over your back, letting the loose leather touch your skin.

“Color?” he murmured.

That was sobering, reminding you that this didn’t have to happen.

A dark part of your mind wanted the punishment, reveled in the knowledge that he cared that you had been in danger, that you had been hurt. The rational side recognized the need that you both felt, to give and to take, and how that carnal desire calmed the harsh realities of your lives.

You turned your head and spotted one of his wings spread wide, the fine, red plumes of his feathers trembling slightly, rippling from the base to the ends.

Even without being able to look at his face, his wings gave away his desire. He was anxious, itching to hit you, to strike your skin and make you cry. That thought wasn’t quite as alarming as your response was. Surely, a normal person would find that frightening; however, you flushed with excitement and moaned approvingly, arching your back.

“Green, please – please,” you whimpered pathetically.

“One more time, be honest,” Hawks whispered, arching over you carefully.

His nondominant hand curled over the back of your neck, holding you down, forcing you to submit. Your fingers clawed at the bedsheets, messing up how tidy they were and wrinkling the surface. You whimpered and Hawks lessened his grip. You inhaled sharply and felt his thumb move apologetically up and down the skin along your hairline.

“I want this,” you answered, voice a little stronger than it was a moment ago.

You heard him swallow and felt him lean up. He dangled the wispy ends of the whip over your skin, a warning, before drawing it back and cracking it across the back of your thigh, right beneath the swell of your ass.

He wasn’t nearly as rough as he had been in the past. Clearly, he was holding back; but, it still hurt, and the contact managed to force a startled scream out of you.

He was close enough for you to feel his warmth, but not close enough for you to feel how his cock twitched in his pants at the sound you made. The grip he has on the back of your neck kept you still, even as you jerked at the contact. The whip came down again, the sound of skin contact a loud echo in the room.

“Count,” he snarled.

“Tw-”

The whip came down again before you could finish.

Hawks stared at your face, only shifting his eyes away to make sure he wasn’t hitting you too hard or in the wrong place. It was difficult to look away when he could see tears gathering in your eyes, red staining your cheeks, pain and pleasure flashing across your face.

Some distant part of his mind told him how sick he was. His only reprieve was that you liked it, and that reminder was the only thing keeping that nagging voice quiet.

…four…five…

Hawks shifted back and moved to your other side, using his knee to push your legs a little further apart as he settled, trading hands. He adjusted his grip on your neck, a little more gently than he had been with his other hand. He waited, listening to your breathing, ensuring it was steady enough, less he accidentally hurt you improperly.

Then, the whip came down again. The other side hurt a little more than you expected, only because you had grown accustomed to the blossoming pain on the other side. Your scream was a little startling, even to your own ears. If Hawks was concerned about it, he didn’t show it.

…six…seven…

You couldn’t hear yourself count, though you knew you were doing it out loud, like master told you too. You couldn’t tell how you sounded, raw and sinful, like nothing mattered more than what he was doing. You felt some tears shed and turned your head to let them drip into the sheets.

…eight…nine…

Hawks dropped the whip and immediately drew you up into his arms. You were pulled limply, and cried out, not in pain or agony, but shame and delight. He crossed his legs on the bed and cradled you in his lap, pressing his lips over your cheeks to clean up your tears. You clawed at his shirt and wiggled forward until your legs tangled, planting your sex right over a thick thigh.

“Did so good,” he praised, pushing your hair out of your face. “Such a good girl.”

You whimpered like an animal, blinking away tears. His hard-on was trapped between you, but your thoughts were consumed by his warmth beneath your core, the soft material of his pants pressing against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he observed through a heavy sigh.

Were you? You hadn’t thought about it until now that you could feel his clothes clinging to you, could feel his bare hands warming your skin. It was so cold in this room, but God he felt so warm.

Hawks’ hands shifted down and grabbed at the meat of your waist, pulling you forward slightly. That movement created friction that sent jolts of pleasure through you, which was made evident by a moan and shudder.

“Yeah,” he growled approvingly.

“Come on,” he urged, pushing you back and pulling you forward.

Your hands dug into his shoulders for purchase and you began rolling your hips, shamelessly humping his thigh. His cock was trapped in his pants, poking up into the seam, and receiving no attention from your movement. Still, Hawks moaned as if that wasn’t the case, staring at you with a hungry passion.

Pale lashes fluttered over gold eyes.

“That desperate, hm?” he taunted, words heavy. “Slutty thing.”

Hawks tightened his hold and forced you still. You whined and he hushed you with a snarl, “be good.”

The world rotated as Hawks pushed you back onto the bed. You flopped over uselessly, arms flailed above your head and legs trapped on either side of his waist. Your legs trembled on either side of his waist, giving away how nervous you were. Whilst not a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, this was new between the two of you, and you couldn’t help but be nervous for what was to come.

Hawks’ wings spread predatorily above you, a strong arm stretched above your head to pin your wrists to the sheets. You writhed beneath him, shuddering when his stare darkened.

Something smooth and firm fell into your palm. Hawks released your wrists and slid his hand up to grab it. You realized what it was as the material looped around the skin that his hand had previously been holding. You wiggled your fingers as he bound your wrists together, careful to ensure the knotting wouldn’t hurt you or leave a mark. He shifted up and looped the rope through a gap in the bed frame.

A few odd seconds later, he was done with your wrists and maneuvered down. Large hands slid beneath your calves and hiked your legs up. You didn’t bother looking down, recognizing the sensation of more ropes. He looped them carefully, but tightly, pinning your calves to your thighs and forcing your legs upright and spread, sex exposed. You tried not to dwell on the thought of how you must have looked.

As soon as he was finished, Hawks sat upright. His hands smoothed down your legs as he admired his handywork.

“Test the restraints, babybird,” he advised softly. “You know that.”

With a deep breath, you started pulling your arms, looking quite pathetic in a feeble attempt to escape the bindings. Your feet wiggled helplessly, legs trembling as you couldn’t budge in the bindings.

“Does anything hurt?” he asked, concern briefly flashing in his eyes.

“No, sir,” you answered breathlessly.

“Be honest.”

There was a heavy, emotional honesty in his tone, as if everything weighed on this moment. He wanted you in feral, dehumanizing ways; but, nothing was worth hurting you in ways he couldn’t take back. He wanted a surrender of trust and lust, not of fear and guilt. You wiggled around some more, testing the bindings. Hawks tried to ignore how much that sight stirred his arousal.

“Feels good,” you answered eventually, head falling limp onto the sheets.

You stared up at him with glossy eyes, letting your emotions speak loudly on your face. Hawks stared back at you as if hypnotized, his gold eyes bright in the dimly lit room, and soaked up every little bit of trust you conveyed.

For a moment, the music coming from the stereo played loudly in your ears, right alongside your thundering heart. But, as you laid there, helpless to escape and beneath crimson feathers, you started to drift away, back into that invisible plain in your mind, where nothing existed outside of this moment.

A sound, a lid popping open, snapped you out of that moment.

A wet digit nudged at your entrance and carefully slid inside.

“Oh,” Hawks huffed in surprise.

He shifted his wrist to glide out and back in and immediately started drilling the digit at a steady pace, pressing against your walls with intent. You were fairly loose already, slippery with your own juices. The heat of your insides was startling contrast to the cold in the room.

“Do you like being tied up for me that much?” he asked, a sort of smug tone to his words.

He stared down at your face, watching pleasure and shame morph into one beautiful, haunting expression.

“Such a greedy pussy,” he continued, as if talking to himself. “Ready to be stuffed full of cock.”

He removed his finger and slapped his open palm against your sex, letting out a hoarse, brief laugh at the gushing, wet sound it made. You squeaked, mostly out of embarrassment, and slightly out of startle at the sudden, harsh touch.

This time, two fingers slid in, the angle different as he turned his hand to press his thumb on your pearl. You whimpered, shuddering as he curled his fingers and circled the pad of his thumb over that swollen bud. As pleasure blossomed across your body, you struggled to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss the way he looked at you.

But, then, his hand slid back, fingers carefully dragging out of you. The lube cap popped open again, followed by a squelching sound. You could recognize the shift of him as he rested on his knees between your spread legs. Quickly, it became obviously what the noise was.

Your eyes fluttered open and, sure enough, you could see his shoulder moving subtly. However, you couldn’t lean up to get a better look, and fidgeted against the restraints as a result.

Of course, Hawks caught on.

“You want this?” he asked, some strain in his teasing tone.

The effort was supposed to just be slicking his cock with lube; but, when you mewled and pulled against the rope tying your arms to the bed frame, Hawks kept going, a little lost in the faint relief combined with the gorgeous of you bound and ready to be fucked.

“Yes,” you answered in a breathless voice.

“Yeah?” he agreed through a moan. “What do you say when I give it to you?”

“Thank you, sir,” you answered, fidgeting more.

“That’s right. But, first, you gotta ask nicely – how I like it. Come on,” he insisted, raspy and low.

“Please, sir,” you immediately huffed out..

“You can do better than that,” he answered coldly.

“Please-” you  blurted, some desperation shining through. “Please, sir. I want it.”

“Then, beg all pretty for me – beg me to fuck you,” Hawks commanded, his shoulder still moving, and the slick sounds growing louder as he increased the pressure.

His eyes were ravishing, staring with a wild hunger that you had witnessed many times before, but never tired of. You pulled against the restraints again, legs twitching as you failed to reach for him. It intensified, until you were practically thrashing around, torso stretched and chest angled upright.

“Please – your cock – I want it – inside – oh fuck me, please, Hawks, please,” you whined, vaguely aware of how you sounded, desperate and pathetic.

You failed to address him properly, but his eyes suggested he didn’t care at that moment.

Hawks snarled and the movement of his arm stopped. His head tilted back and you watched his wings jerk away and lock up before slowly curling back in to rest naturally behind him. You could see the pinched expression of pain on his face, and it remained briefly when he straightened out his neck.

Quickly, it morphed into anger.

You gawked at him, feeling a flush of nauseating arousal at the realization of what you had just done to him. Hawks flicked his tongue over his teeth before baring them, panting harshly.

He let go of his cock and shifted forward, nearly colliding with your forehead with how suddenly he leaned over you. You gasped weakly at his sudden closeness.

The music was still playing, a soft melody that contrasted the intensity of the moment.

His hands, one wet and slippery with lube, grabbed at your waist, and held you still as he slid in closer. His cock, warm and hot, dragged along your folds, the tip poking at your pearl as his shaft glided along the wetness slicking your entrance. You twitched and gasped, trying to wiggle into the right position that would glide him right in. Only, tied up like this, you couldn’t accomplish that at all, and was left to flail worthlessly.

For a moment, you laid together, panting in the same air, sex touching, but not quite one yet. You had half the mind to question him, or maybe start begging again; however, afraid he would make you wait longer, you kept your mouth shut. It became evident that he was waiting for his near-orgasm to wane, waiting for the intensity to waver.

After some time, his breathing evened out; but, the redness on his face remained ever vibrant. It was a painful arousing sight.

“Listen,” Hawks murmured, pausing to swallow loudly.

Your eyes were glossy, not quite focused even though you were looking up at him.

“Listen to me, you slut,” he added on harshly.

That snarl caught your attention, and you blinked rapidly, trying to clear your thoughts enough to dwell on whatever it was he was going to say.

“I know that I say you gotta take it and all that; but, babybird, you gotta know how mean it. This – when we have sex - if it doesn’t feel good, you color. Understand? I don’t want it if you don’t love every single second of it,” he whispered, raspy, but well-tempered and controlled.

This was important, you knew that, of course; but, his tone made it all the more severe.

“Always be honest with me. When you’re with me, I own everything you feel-”

As if to make his point clear, Hawks swiveled his hips, dragging his cock along your folds. Your next exhale was uneven, shuddering out of you. The staggering breath had your chest shuddering; but, you kept your eyes firmly on his.

“-and you will only feel the kind of pain I want you to. But, pleasure, babybird, as much as you want. I can’t guarantee that if you aren’t honest with me about your body.”

His wings were trembling where they hovered above you and the look in his eyes was desperate, sincere. You were silent, waiting with bated breath, incase he wasn’t finished.

“Say you understand,” he huffed out harshly.

“I understand,” you replied, breathless, but confident.

His resolve cracked, and you were ready to scream in absolute euphoria.

Finally, you felt the poke of his cock at your entrance. Hawks pushed forward and slid into you fully, right to the base, barely giving you a second to adjust. You cried out at the intrusion, more so out of surprise than pain. There was an ache, as to be expected. But, there was an immense feeling of relief.

He felt bigger than you remembered, and it left you full and dizzy. But, what was more overwhelming, was the feeling of his torso flush against yours, the settle of his hips deep within the space between your thighs. He arched over you, letting skin touch wherever it reached.

Hawks, somehow, managed to maintain his poker face, looking almost unbothered by his sudden entrance into your body. His brow shifted slightly when he rocked his hips back. The slightest bit of pleasure flickered in his eyes when he glided back in. You tried not to look away, not wanting to miss it, but yourself struggling to do so when someone soft wiggled between.

One of his feathers.

-small, but strong, and it settled expertly over your clit. It pushed upward, nudging your bud in a familiar gesture. You could feel your legs tremble against the rope. Hawks immediately set a rhythm, pushing in and out of you at a steady pace while the feather twitched against your bead.

“Oh god-” you sobbed, head falling back into the sheets.

At some point, he let go of your waist and dug his forearms in the sheets, somewhere by your shoulders so that his biceps could pin you in and keep you still. His hands grabbed harshly at the bedding, protruding his knuckles and veins.

He drilled his hips, snapping in and out of you with bone-rattling force. You struggled to keep your eyes open, shifting between his twitching wings and striking, gold eyes. His brow was lowered in a determined scowl and hoarse breaths huffed out of his parted lips between each thrust of his hips.

His pace was bordering too much. However, the movement of his feather delivered enough friction to distract from the harsh nudge of his cock impossibly deep inside you.

He faltered at some point, shifting his hips to change the angle. That next thrust was unbelievably better. Your body jerked away from him, an uncontrolled response, and you released an unholy moan. He rolled his hips, reaching that wonderful place inside you. Pleasure washed over you in heavy waves.

“Fuck,” he suddenly snarled. “You look so good crying on my cock.”

Crying. Were you?

Everything felt too good to focus much on the state of your body. Oh, but Hawks could see it all, could feel it all: from the debauched look on your face to the way your thighs shook around him. Your hands were fumbling above your head, unconsciously gripping at the sheets or pulling against the rope.

Your eyes were a little wet, not because it hurt. It was a little overwhelming: he was deep, carving out a place for his cock. It got better and better with every thrust. You couldn’t move your body much at all, helpless but to lay there and take it. An illusion, yes. But, you basked in it, trusting him enough to allow yourself to be taken like this.

“Do you like being pumped like a cock sleeve?” Hawks questioned harshly, grunting through his teeth. “Hmm? My little slut finally got the cock she wanted so bad. Does it feel good being my personal whore?”

You didn’t respond, too distracted by the pleasure to care enough to answer him.

But, then, Hawks reeled his hand back and slapped an open palm against your ass. He wasn’t gentle, either, and you screamed at the contact.

“Fucking answer me,” he snarled, not relenting for a single second on the rapid movement of his hips.

“YES,” you cried out. “S-sir,” you corrected yourself immediately after, a little bit softer.

The words were garbled as they came out of you, wet and distant. It made you feel pathetic.

Hawks seem to agree, for he laughed darkly. Between his thrusts, the laughter sounded winded, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at his obvious enjoyment of your body.

He leaned in close, and huffed hot breath against your temple, right above your ear.

“Which part, huh? Proper answer or I stop,” he threatened.

“A-all of it,” you whimpered pathetically.

“Tell me,” he demanded through a harsh snarl.

“L-like being your-” you cut off briefly, trying to catch your breath. His hips didn’t relent for a single second. “Pers-s-sonal whore,” you finally huffed out.

That was awfully true, wasn’t it? These scenes fulfilled your wildest dreams; but, there was something immensely satisfying about belonging to Hawks. He had made it clear that you would be exclusive during the extent of… whatever this was. It meant more than he knew, and you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

“You’ve begged for this cock for months. What do you say?” he grunted.

“Th-aahh-nk you,” you replied weakly, breaking off into a moan halfway through.

“You’re welcome, babybird. Take it all now,” he cooed.

It was a sweet command, clearly taunting at the obvious fact that you had no choice, shuddering against restraints and moaning at the constant pummeling of his hips. His feather was vibrating against you, undulating as violently as his cock drilled in and out of you. Everything felt like a constant jolt of pleasure. Vaguely, you could feel the air stirring as his wings beat above you, shifting his weight harder into you.

He exhaled heavily and his words melted into you. “Such a good toy for me, aren’t you – taking my cock so, so good – fucking perf – ahh - feels so good inside you – yeah, you’re gonna take my come, too, aren’t you?”

Against your will, you moaned and Hawks shuddered with an amused chuckle.

“You want it? Ask for it, nicely,” he uttered darkly, lips moving against your skin as he spoke. “Tell me where you want my come.”

“P-lease, inside,” you huffed out weakly.

“I am inside you, baby,” Hawks answered, and you feel the smirk against your skin, in his tone. “Come on, now, what do you want me to do?”

“H-Hawks,” you whimpered, head muddled by pleasure and shame.

“Be a good girl for me,” he whispered, a tantalizing combination of sweetly persuasive and darkly commanding. “Good girls get what they want, when they ask nicely.”

You wanted to be good, of course; but, that wasn’t the entire motivation. It made no logical sense. Then again, neither did anything else that you enjoyed together. You didn’t need reason. You just knew that you wanted him to-

“P-please, come ins-s-side me,” you whispered the words out, struggling from the intense movement of his hips and mind numbing pleasure.

“Sir, please,” you added on hastily, before he could think to correct you.

“I will,” he promised. “I’ll come inside you, my good girl.”

Your eyes rolled back and an inhuman cry spewed from your lips. Hawks could feel you tightening and knew before you did what was happening.

“Oh shit,” he grunted, having to slump forward to keep his momentum going, rocking his hips against yours with intent.

You were orgasming before you were even aware that it was approaching, suddenly struck with the force of it. It came on so suddenly, for a brief moment, you felt everything slip away. The world beyond this room was gone, and all you could think about was the pleasure, the weight and heat of master above you, his cock slipping wetly in and out of you.

“Yeah. That’s it. Give it to me,” he praised, voice hoarse.

His pleasured moans drew out loudly where he panted harshly above you. Hawks leaned in close, and you could feel the thundering of his heart where his chest pressed against yours. He buried his face in your neck and released a feral moan. You shuddered, thinking for a moment that you might come again. You didn’t, but it was pretty damn close, especially when you felt the snap of his teeth against your skin in a futile effort to silence his wild moans.

Hawks slammed his hips through his entire orgasm. The wet slap of skin echoed loudly in your ears as you sobered up from your own orgasm. His wings tore through the air so violently that they knocked the desk side lamp clean off the table.

The base shattered, but the bulb remained intact. Now, with the light shining from the floor, the room was darker. Shadows cast over Hawks’ form. His wings, however, were at just the right angle to catch the light. You watched the plumes twitch and shudder through his orgasm.

You recognized the heat of his seed first. It was startling, and you briefly feared it would burn you, as absurd as that was. He kept moving, and his spent slicked his cock, and you could feel it gushing wetly out of you.

A shuddering breath huffed out of Hawks, and his hips finally slowed. He stopped his thrusting and pressed a wet kiss against your cheek. Your eyes shifted to follow his gaze as Hawks leaned up to look at you properly. His wings shifted, curling in naturally against his back.

He didn’t look real, like something out of a dizzy daydream, and you were briefly afraid to blink, less he disappear.

Hawks leaned up, chest heaving as he had yet to calm his heart, and placed his hands delicately over your rope-clad thighs for balance. He was still hard inside you, and he remained there as he leaned back just enough to look down, tilting his head almost innocently.

An impressed sound whooshed out of him. You were a bit envious that you couldn’t see it: the sight of his cock, halfway inside you, soaked in a combination of your fluids. Some of it was dribbling down the edges of your sex, where your nether lips were still split on his cock.

He remained inside you as his hands started working at the bindings. He wasn’t very delicate about it, and you doubted the scene was over; so, you remained perfectly still, breathing still quite heavy. Hawks undid the knot that connected you to the bedframe, but the large bundle around your wrists remained.

Hawks leaned over you, guiding your arms over his head and onto his shoulders. You released a startled gasp when he curled his arms against your back and hoisted you into the air.

“Hold me with your legs,” he instructed, grunting in your ear.

You tried, but your muscles were weak, and you barely managed to get your heels to plant on his lower back. He could tell, clearly, for he laughed softly as he carried you to the bathroom. The radio switched off with a loud click.

Hawks headed for the bathroom. It took you a moment to adjust to the brightness, as it was blinding compared to the dim lighting in his bedroom.

The weight of him inside you made it evident that he wasn’t done that. That was made all clearer when he set you down on the wide counter top, right by the sink, and leaned you back carefully. Your arms pulled away from his shoulders and rested limply over your chest, still tied together at the wrists.

He lifted one of your legs, slowly to ensure he didn’t hurt a strained muscle, and pushed your knee into your chest.

You turned your head and realized exactly what his placement had accomplished. The mirror on the sidewall, next to the farther sink, was giving you the perfect view of your sexes. You could see his cock buried inside you, a glob of his spent oozing out and dripping onto the counter.

Hawks laughed once, amused, as he curled his hand under your head.

You were confused for a moment as to what that was for, until he started moving. Your head jerked back and, instead of clonking against the stone, you were protected by his hand. His other hand was curled against the underside of your thigh, partially for purchase, and to keep your leg up.

“Don’t look away,” he instructed. “Watch me fuck you.”

You obeyed, staring at the sight of his member effortlessly gliding in and out of your sex. With a front row seat, you almost couldn’t believe that you could fit him. Your nether lips were spread wide, pearl exposed. Everything was glistening with wetness, and the glide of his shaft was on full display, slipping in and out of your hole.

Hawks’ couldn’t seem to make up his mind, whether or not to watch the erotic sight below or the aroused, shameful look on your face. He pulled you a little away, until you were hanging off the counter top, and snapped his hips aggressively.

You whined, mostly from how sensitive you were.

“One more time,” he cooed, like a sweet promise.

Instead of his feather, he let go of your thigh and shifted his hand down to use his thumb instead. You jerked at the sudden touch, head falling back and eyes shuttering, and released a feral cry.

“Give me more one, and you can have more of my come,” Hawks continued, his voice hoarse, but oh so soft at the same time.

A moment ago, you didn’t think you could. But, now, that feeling was bubbling up almost painfully fast.

“You want more, don’t you?” he murmured between huffs of staggering breaths.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Then, you gotta come for me, first.”

Your arms trembled where they rested, bound, over your chest. You unconsciously pulled and thrashed against the bindings. You were trying, and failing, not to move too much, afraid you would hurt his hand where it held your head. Your legs twitched on either side of him, struggling to stay upright.

“Sir,” you sobbed.

“Yeah, babybird. Come on my cock again,” he praised. “Like the cute little whore that you are.”

He snapped his hips aggressively, rattling your bones.

That seemed to do it, for Hawks could feel you tightening. The pressure built up and you cried out, shaking in his grasp. It was a bit shorter, and didn’t leave you blinded like before. But, it was still so, so good.

This time, as he finished, Hawks pulled you in tight, pressing his cock as deep inside as he possibly could. He groaned loudly, jaw clenched and eyes pressed shut. You stared up at his face, mesmerized by the sight. His wings flexed again, albeit a little more controlled than a moment ago.

As he exhaled deeply, he carefully pushed your leg in towards your chest.

“Look,” he instructed.

Knowing what he meant, you turned your head and looked at the mirror, briefly taking in the debauched sight of your bound wrists and heaving chest, before looking down at your sex.

It played out like something out of a porn film. He slipped out slowly, cock shiny and wet with your arousal and his own seed. He was still hard, and an angry shade of red. His blonde pubes were completely drenched and darkened from the wetness. Just as soon as he popped free, a glob of his seed followed, oozing out.

Hawks leaned over you, smirking.

“What do you say when you get my come?” he whispered.

You tilted your head back to face him, and was so close that your lips touched his as you spoke.

“Thank you, sir,” you answered breathlessly.

Hawks undid your wrist bindings as he kissed you. You mewled into his mouth, wobbly arms finding the strength to latch onto his shoulders. He carefully pulled you off the counter and into his chest, still locked at the mouth. You sagged against him, feeling boneless and exhausted. He seemed well aware of this, for his hold on you was solid.

He detached from the kiss slowly and guided you towards the shower. He set you carefully on the bench before turning away to start the showerhead. You leaned back against the cool tile, wincing at the ache of your muscles. You blearily took in the sight of him, blonde hair a wild, sweaty mess, wings curled in tight against his back. You tried to blink that look away when he turned back to you.

For a moment, Hawks stood by the running water, letting it hit his shoulder. Droplets splattered from the contact, sparkling in the overhead light.

Once the water was warm, he gently grasped your arms and helped you to your feet. You stepped into the stream, leaning against him for balance, and sighed deliriously as water ran down your back.

“Be still, okay?” he warned.

You pressed your cheek into his chest and closed your eyes, certain of what was to follow.

Sure enough, Hawks detached a portion of the shower head and angled it between your legs. You winced, but otherwise remained still while he rinsed you off. He briefly angled the spray away and used his other hand to reach between your folds. You gasped when a finger curled inside you. He twisted that digit around carefully and you felt more of him ooze out with every passing second.

“Fuck,” he sighed.

Of course he was helping clean you up; but, at the same time, you were well aware that he was enjoying the view, and you didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Hold onto me,” Hawks commanded gently.

You knew it meant it both physically and mentally. The scene was over, and his hand exploring your sex was threatening to drag you back into subspace. Your hands were grasping at his shoulders, and you tightened their hold, nails gently biting at his skin.

“Good girl,” he praised, and slowly returned the shower head to your sex.

You flinched again, gasping softly.

He was done a short time after that, and popped the extension back into place.

“Thank you,” he praised, kissing at your hairline.

You almost flinched away, knowing full well how sweaty you were.

“I’m gonna wash you, okay? Keep squeezing me like that,” he instructed sweetly.

Your death grip on his shoulders was pinching at his skin. Though, Hawks didn’t mind at all. He liked that little bit of pain, a reminder that you were still quite strong. You had clung to him out of fear your weak legs would surrender and drag you to the floor. But, it was also nice to feel grounded to him.

After a lather with some body wash that smelt like honey blossoms  – something that was clearly not for him - Hawks worked some shampoo through your hair, fingers careful to not accidentally tug on strands. You melted into him, thoroughly enjoying the attention. He was mostly quiet, only speaking to tell you what he was going to do before he did it.

Once the soap was all washed away, you felt sane enough to make a demand.

“Let me wash you.”

“You don’t have to,” he protested weakly.

You pushed away from him carefully, testing how you felt on your own feet. Despite feeling well enough to stand alone, Hawks’ hands didn’t leave you for a second, one resting at your hip while the other was curled behind your back.

“Mhm,” you hummed absently.

Hawks stood there, mostly compliant, while you squirted some bodywash into your palm and started working it over him. It smelt like cedar and spices, and you hoped it would linger on him. He was watching you with a fond expression, though also some amusement, merely because you looked quite cute attending to him like that.

You were also shameless, he realized, for your hands lowered to his crotch, and worked the soap over his soft cock and balls, touching with a bold exploration he didn’t dare allow during ascene. Hawks grunted at the touch, and was half tempted to stop you. But, he found the strength to allow your hands to wander, and calmed himself by delivering a soft warning bite to your ear.

You huffed out a laugh at that.

One large hand reached back and cupped your behind, as if trying to regain some semblance of control.

You laughed softly again, especially when you tilted your head back and caught the pout on his face.

His limit seemed to be his thighs, for when your hands wandered down, he finally stopped you. If not for the gentle look on his face, you would have thought you crossed a line. Maybe you did, somewhat, but it wasn’t enough to prompt him to comment. The last thing he wanted was for you to think you did something wrong.

As the suds washed away, you carefully lathered shampoo into his hair. Pride blossomed inside you when his gold eyes fluttered shut and he seemingly got lost in the moment.

“I gotta wash it out,” you warned a minute or so later.

He kept his eyes closed and hummed in response, letting you push him back under the stream.

Once it was all washed away, Hawks tilted his out away from the water and looked at you, blinking water droplets off his eyelashes. It was then that you realize how awfully tired he looked. Guilt over you like a heavy blanket. As if sensing that, Hawks leaned in and kissed at your temple, willing those feelings away.

You leaned into him and watched the water cascade over his wings. Droplets clung to the surface and glided between the plumes. The muscles on his back flexed faintly as the appendages shifted subtly, and you realized he was moving them beneath the water.

The selfish desire to touch them flashed through you: to carefully weave your hand through the long feathers on the end, to dig your fingers into the baby plumes near his back.

But, you knew better than to dare voice such a desire.

Hawks turned off the showerhead and carefully pushed you away. A few stray feathers floated in through the entryway and dropped a towel over you. Just as you began drying off, you caught the sight of him flexing his wings. He was trying to be subtle; but, inevitably, water droplets flung behind him in a manner far too dramatically for you to miss.

Against your will, you laughed a little. Hawks grabbed the towel and threw it over your head, briefly blinding you. You pulled it away, laughing, and was faced with the sight of him aggressively towel drying his hair. You followed suit, suddenly desperate to get some sleep. Even though you were hopeful, you didn’t want to assume-

“Stay?” he asked, more so a hopeful suggestion.

The look in his eyes whilst asking that question was one of many moments that made you question how he could be so cute, whilst being the same man who tied you up and fucked you into a screaming mess.

“Please,” you replied quietly.

After drying off, Hawks trotted to the closet adjoined to the bathroom. You heard him rummaging through a drawer and followed him in, the towel wrapped around your body. Hawks had carelessly discarded his, leaving you with a great view of his behind, which you of course admired until he turned around.

“I wanted to – uhm,” he mumbled, trailing off as he handed you an outfit.

As you took it, you realized it was a cross-back tank top and shorts, a deep red color. The silk material felt expensive and the stitching was almost invisible.

“-if you’re gonna spend the night after we – I wanted you to be comfortable,” he explained, sounded a little guilty.

“It feels really nice,” you answered.

“…is that okay?” he added on, even as you dropped the towel and started dressing.

You realized, as you pulled the material on, that it wasn’t really erotic at all. The shorts were flowy, but comfortable, clearly intended to be worn without underwear. The top covered your breasts well enough, with a feathery bottom hem. The material was cool against your skin, breathable, and comfortable enough to sleep without bunching.

Hawks stared at you anxiously, that look of guilt not quite leaving his face.

“Super comfy. Thank you,” you answered the unspoken question, smiling at him.

Hawks turned away hastily and hoisted a pair of boxers up his legs.

Before you could walk back to the bedroom, he was pulling you up into his arms, and laughed as you squealed in surprise. It became obvious why when he carefully set you down on the bed and went to clean up the lamp he had broken. He turned on the ceiling light while his feathers scooped up the broken pieces.

You were waiting for him atop the sheets. Teasingly, he pushed you onto your back as he climbed into bed. The ceiling light switched off, casting you in darkness. A glow seeped through the window, the city lights, giving you just enough to be able to make out the faint shape of him beside you.

“You know – if you don’t like it-”

“I didn’t say that,” you interrupted him softly, wiggling beneath the sheets. “Just, don’t go buying me expensive things all the time.”

Hawks huffed in response, disagreeing, and you had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be the end of that.

“Was…” you asked, trailing off as Hawks settled in. He sprawled out on his front, cheek smooshed into a pillow and wings spread out above the sheets.

“…was it good for you?”

Hawks blinked at you, looking a little surprised.

“I mean – worth the wait?” you added on, clearly feeling a little nervous.

“Yeah,” he answered, the word a heavy exhale. “-o’course.”

He reached through the small space between you and nudged your cheek with his knuckles.

“It’s gonna change things. I wasn’t ready for that,” he admitted quietly.

“Nothing has to change, Hawks,” you corrected him softly.

He pulled his hand back, looking a little disappointed at your words.

You were frowning at him, wondering what he could be worried about. His own self control? Maybe yours? That was understandable. New boundaries would have to be made. But, you weren’t exactly afraid of what those changes could be, and you had faith that you and Hawks would figure it out together.

You supposed that would be the end of it; but, then, Hawks was wiggling closer and carefully slid an arm over your waist. His other arm was dragging the pillow beneath his head. It smooshed up against yours, and you would have found that amusing if not for the serious look on his face.

“…I thought – when I heard about the train-” he uttered, words slightly muffled by the pillow.

“I’m okay,” you answered softly.

“I know,” he replied breathlessly.

The room was quiet outside of Hawks’ breathing and the gentle whirling of the ceiling fan.

“Thank you for saving me,” you whispered some time later, wondering if he was still awake.

He was awake, but said nothing. He wanted to bark out a cheery, ‘anytime!’, or crack a joke. However, in that moment, Hawks was struck silent, afraid of the first words that came to his mind. It was too familiar, and a promise he knew he couldn’t keep. It was just lucky that he was on the city, that he knew which train you would be taking. Even if he didn’t always make it obvious, he did pay attention to your schedule.

“I’ll always save you,” was what he wanted to say.

He didn’t.

[everlarkficquestions]

Sunday Stumped Day 39

It’s another Sunday Stumped Day!

Sometimes we straight out get stumped. So every few months we will pick a Sunday when we’ll post of a list of asks that we need your help on.

If you know the answer to any of these asks please shoot us a message/  ask/  with the Post number and the fic details and we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks.  Any links you can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22 , Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26,  Post 27, Post 28, Post 29 , Post 30, Post 31, Post 32, Post 33, Post 34, Post 35, Post 36, Post 37, and Post 38 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with.

651. mmmmmyelle asked:

hii, happy new year, I love your blog 💝 if you could help me, im looking for a story, i remember a lot of details. in it katnisss was originally from another district but moved to 12 in high school, she was a delinquent and got arrested a couple times, she and peeta went on a date and ended up spending the night in the woods (in a cave) during a storm (I think someone was harassing them/her), katniss got her bangs cut after tangling them on the cell bars while in jail, she and peeta end up pregnant, while pregnant she gets mad at him for not being present when he's actually planning a proposal for her. this is all I can remember about the story, they were of course ooc but it was set in panem, no games. THANK YOU SO MUCH

652. rucasspobyeverlarktrash asked:

hello!!I don’t remember much about this story other than the fact peeta’s mom gets REALLY mad at him and ends up locking him in the basement of the bakery for some time, and I think he ends up eating flour?? anyways I don’t remember much more than that but hopefully it’s enough 🥴

653. broken-everlark asked:

Hi! I can't remember what fic it was but it has a few chapters in it all I can remember is when peeta joins the star squad and both gale & katniss kinda treat him as if he's a mutt, gale more than katniss but she is distant. I think it's in peetas point of view or maybe katniss' I can't remember 😅 sorry. Love the page!❤💙

654. yoaticas asked:

Hi! I’ve been trying to find a fic for AGES but haven’t been able to and was hoping you could help.It was an Everlark fic on ao3 with them about to become mentors. Snow told Katniss she would be forced to prostitution, but I don’t think she’d told Peeta yet. There was a scene where Katniss remembered thinking Finnick was a playboy because in every interview there was always a woman on his arm, but she was now realizing they were using him. I think the plot was going to be them getting out of it? I also remember there being a scene where Katniss, Peeta, and prim where walking down a road together but that’s it. I had just started it so I have very little info. I checked the master list, but couldn’t find it. Any help would be so appreciated, thank you!

655. wecouldhavehadjainainthesequels asked:

Hey!  Not sure if this fic description is too vague but I thought I'd try.  It's a canon compliant fic where they are either engaged or get married, but Peeta thought that the whole thing was fake on Katniss's side even through the war.  When he returns to 12, Haymitch tells him that Katniss does love him and tells Peeta that Haymitch found Katniss sleeping in Peeta's bed and clothes left in the house?  Would love to find it again!

656. mlsan73 asked:

I am looking for a fanfic wherein Katniss and Peeta had a secret wedding and she was really pregnant in Catching Fire. The things i remember was that when Peeta was rescued, he thought the pregnancy was fake and that was when Katniss gave birth to a girl (i am not really sure). Peeta is still kinda hostile to Katniss but he is very loving to the baby. Thank you in advanced.

657. craftydiva0828 asked:

I'm searching for a fic where Katniss is from a hunting clan and Peeta is from a farming clan (they live in a valley?) and they have to ban together to fight Snow who is taking over their lands.  Peeta's tribe have horses which Katniss admires.  Any ideas?  Thanks!

658. lex-ray24 asked:

Prob a long shot but i can't find it. Does anyone know of the fic that mrs. everdeen gives katniss sleep syrup to help her sleep but then she can't wake up from her night mare so mrs. everdeen has to get peeta to wake katniss up?

FOUND! This happens in chapter 7 of I'll Be Right Beside You by theatricalveggie. (Thank you, @sunsetsrmydreams!)

659. justaskingaficquestion asked:

Do you know of the fic where Katniss and Peeta (it's a modern au) are watching either football or soccer and everytime someone scores they have sex?

FOUND! Three and Out by hutchabelle (Thank you, @endlessnightlock for finding it and @katnissdoesnotfollowback for leading us on the right track!)

660. withbeautyandrage asked:

hey! i remember this fic i read a long while back- post mj and katniss was in a depressive episode on proms b day, and she can hear her daughter calling for her as peeta tells her that katniss isn’t feeling well.

661. weepingmilkshakesandwich asked:

Any fics where P and K are training in district 13 together, and they're wrestling as part of the training and there's a lot of tension? And I think Johanna or one of the Leegs comments on it

FOUND! This happens in chapter 6 of Random Reality Shifts by wakebytheriver (Thank you, @sunsetsrmydreams!)

662. kohakuchan94 asked:

I'm looking for a fic I haven't read in a while. I remember it taking place at a sports meet where both Peeta & Katniss are athletes. I remember Peeta being a wrestler? They are in a "secret" relationship that eventually goes public. They were from different schools... That's all I can remember.

FOUND! The Lies That Bind Us by katnissdoesnotfollowback (Thank you, @bellairestrella and @katnissdoesnotfollowback!)

663. mariba2000 asked:

Hello!! There's this fanfiction where the 75th hunger games happens except Haymitch goes in it. This fic was much darker than in canon. Johanna had a son in the Capitol and Haymitch loses a finger in the Quell. I think it was on ao3. Another thing that I remember is that Katniss was pregnant in it, because her and Peeta already fell in love before. Help me find it, please!

664. everlurked asked:

I had read a fic : peeta breaks down after returning earlier to District 12 post rebellion. Katniss takes care of him. Gale comes to district 12 with family  to take   her  back with him.  She refuses to go with him 

Do any of these fics ring a bell? Please let us know!

[wangxianficfinder]

Fics Still Missing part 2

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1. hey for the next fic finder could u find a fic where post canon wei ying  and the juniors are on a night hunt and wei ying plays this horrifying  melody and lan sizhui falls asleep cause that used to be his lullaby   while the other juniors are all creeped out? #9 of post

FOUND? is referring to a scene in chapter 2 of tell some storm by qurbat (G, 31k, wangxian, JC & WWX, LSZ & WWX, NHS & WWX, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, liberal amounts of outsider POV, the legend of wangxian, how to create a romance epic for dummies)

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2. Um excuse me but can you help me find an air of wangxian in modern au I  read it when I first got into it but I can’t find it anywhere so I hope  you can help me it’s about lan zhan being either a Mafia boss or   something like that while wei ying is a detective/police officer I think  I remember wei ying getting drunk at a bar than being taken by lan zhan  than they did papapa other than that lan zhan took him to his limo  after the bar scene while the end is when wei ying leaves to go only to  find out he did the papapa with the dangerous lan zhan that’s all I can  remember but I am hoping you know what name it is also can you find any  male pregnant wei ying when wei ying and lan zhan lives at gusu. #13 of post

#13 sounds so familiar and it might even be a twitter threadfic but i cant remember which ToT; anon would u happen to remember where you’ve read it?

FOUND? 🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Light Angst, Crime Boss LWJ, Rogue criminal genius WWX)

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3. I was wondering if you knew a post-canon fic where there’s a scene in  which JC, WWX, LWJ, maybe LXC and the juniors(?) All end up in the   forest during a night hunt(?) And are forced to relive the Nightless   City massacre and see Jiang Yanli die. And not sure if it’s the same   post-canon fic but one where the Elders of some sect (I think it’s the   Moling Su?) accuse the Jin(?) Sect of something during a discussion   conference and Nie Huaisang helps out. Mikkeneko asks: For #9 - is this the same fic where Jiang Yanli gets brought back to life following revisiting the massacre? #9 of post

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4. Heyo Mod L and Mod C. Looking for a fic where i only remember one weird fact. WWX can only drink alcohol and eat meat? Not sure about the meat part but I remember it’s on CR and WWX need alcohol to sustain? Please help me. It feels like something i made up!(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ #11 of post

Hi! Fic finder #11 here. It’s not the tiger verse series. I think WWX is a demon? Another titbit I remembered is i think WWX almost collapsed before they found out. JC is a good brother here! Thank you trying!! I’m kinda losing my mind over this. I even went thur the demon WWX tag but i dunno it’s deleted or i just couldn’t find it

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5. I have a fic finder request if you don’t mind :) The scene I remember is just after the Sunshot campaign and the Jin (I think?) have been holding Wen cultivator prisoners during their trials. WWX meets with a Wen prisoner scheduled to be executed who has agreed to give WWX his golden core and it turns out the Wen is A-Yuan’s birth father. I remember that the transplant does occur and the man is executed and WWX and LWJ still end up AY’s parents.  Ring any bells? Thanks! #20 of post

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6. hi! ummm I´m looking for an omega verse fanfic I last saw on ao3 I think. Where Wei Ying´s ghost protects Lan Zhan from his punishment(lashes)  and Lan Zhan gets expelled from the clan and goes to live in the burial mounds with A-Yuan, and i think Wei Ying is a Yiling local god or something #5 of post

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7. I’m not sure if I’m doing this right(apologies if it isn’t) but I’m looking for a fic where wei ying ends up in ghost city and ended up being adopted by hualian as their little brother. Wei ying also becomes a calamity with a title of something knowing dreams. He later on timetravels back to gusu study days where only wangxian is aware that they have timetraveled. Theres also a scene where wei ying basically corrects lan qiran during class and ends up teaching the class for a bit before getting kicked out. #17 of post

FOUND? It's possible that 7 is a combination of Hua Xianle by Tiffany_Guinne (Not rated, 260k, HuaLIan, WangXian, WIP, TGCF Crossover, Jiang Family Bashing, Madam Lan Lives, JFM and YZY Bashing, Bad Parent JFM, Bad Parent YZY, Overprotective Hualian as parents, WWX is good at feelings, WWX knows self preservation and self love, WWX NHS and JZX are friends, JC Bashing, No Golden Core Transfer, Canon Divergence, Ghosts and Gods are wrapped around WWX’s fingers, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, WWX is kinda sickly, WWX is not named Wuxian, HuaLian Adopt WWX, WWX has selective mutism, PM is the uncle that teaches you how to flirt, Grandfather JW, MNQ is the grandmother then?, SQX is the aunt/uncle that spoils WWX, all of them spoils him actually, Creepy JFM, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, HUA YING DOES NOT GET RAPED!, Can’t say the same for some unwanted…people, DLDR, This starts of mild and fluffy though) and another?

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8. Hi! I’m trying to find a fic where Lan Xichen lives with Wangxian and A-Yuan post JGY events. Because he’s like uber depressed and doesn’t want to live alone. It was a modern AU, but tbh I’d love anything with a similar premise. Thanks for all your work!  #4 of post

FOUND? The Mountains Are Calling and I Must Go by Kitsune_Moonstar (T, 50k, LXC/NMJ, Modern, National Parks, References to Depression, Career Change, Healing, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Found Family, Wildfires Mentioned, Manipulative JGY, XY is his own warning, Not JGY Friendly, Scheming NHS)

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9. Hello. For your new fic finder, honestly at this point I’m convinced I’ve dreamed it or merged two fics together idek. It begins with wwx being hunted down by ppl (this is post canon so after all the sieges and in mxy body) and he is trying to wait for lz but dies anyway (similar to Third Times A Charm by Kyerian and Lily but not it) and then wwx time travels back to his lotus pier time before the lectures at cloud recesses. This is where it gets foggy for me. I remember him being really good at the sword and inventions but that is pretty canon. I think jc wasn’t upset bc wwx was SO advanced he was basically at the end of what ymj could teach him? Idk not too sure. Foggy as I said. But bc he was so good I guess he was idle and more troublemaking than usual (?) so Yu furen ended up putting him in lessons with jyl and he learned to embroider, make clothes, paint, manage a house, how to please your man (lol), etc. Jc joined them at some point cause he was jealous wwx and jyl were spending so much time together but quickly left bc he was blushing ashamed idk. I think after either jyl or wwx stopped their lessons but one continued on (leaning towards wwx cause I feel like I remember yzy being passive aggresively kind about it?). Also nhs, jc and wwx were friends pre gusu lectures. Nhs really liked wwx cause he painted fans with him. Also I think when they were getting ready to go to gusu wwx decided to make robes for himself. Nhs was shocked and jc explained how he knew how to do it trying to make fun of wwx which failed. In the end nhs was all heart eyes cause he loved fashion. This is all I remember. As I said I’ve been trying nearly a freaking year to find this fic. Idk if it is deleted, I dreamt it or what but please help me. When I read it it was incomplete, not a lot of chapters, idk if it is in hiatus, abandoned or if it was completed. Please help me. #12 of post

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10. hii!! I heard there’s new mod, welcome mod c! (Hi ^^ ~ Mod C) hope am not bothering you mods too much. so, do you know i u have encountered a fic were wangxian was childhood friends playing to be boyfriends but they weren’t actually one. (idk if it fits fake/pretend relationship tag, didn’t found anything.) there was a moment in their teens (midschool ig) where a girl confessed her feelings to lwj and wwx immediately says lwj has bf and it’s him. they were roommates, too. I think it was due to university of something like that. they were questioned by jc and nhs if they r real lovers or not. also, there was wedding (not 100% certain if it’s jzx & jyl’s) wwx starts questioning himself if he was really inlove with lwj. reminder that they r not friends with benefits. they were just playing, holding hands or hugging e/o. I am not actually the person who was finding this fic but I am interested, til now, no one has found this fic. Thank you!  #16 of post

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11. Hi mods! For the next fic finder, I’m looking for a WWX traveling to the past fic in which there was a scene where he and LZ were talking about his husband (future LZ) and his children I think. And LZ is just there listening yet at the same time being jealous about it ‘cause he doesn’t know it’s him. #12 of post

NOT FOUND! Travel Back Down That Road by iSwallowMy_converse  

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12. Do you know this one fanfic where Lwj tries to kill himself but he ended up losing memories and Wei ying found him. They ended up getting married to each other and go on adventures and then lwj gets his memories back bc his brother is playing music. #14 of post

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13. Hey! Im looking for two fics. A) One when Wen Chao pushed WWX down.LWJ went down and he kissed him. I think they were on a established relationship by then. JC was looking at them flabbergasted. #16A of post

Heyo mods! I kinda remember the scene in #16 but not much. It was time travel fic i think and that scene was in Xuanwu cave. WC pushed WY down and LZ also went down. I think WY had an injury and LZ kissed him to distract him. Hope this will help to find it! Im sorry I can’t help more

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14. Good evening, Mods! I was just wondering if there were any fics you know of that involve Wangxian hiding their pregnancy from LQR (specifically LQR but not from anyone else), who finds out only after the baby is born and is hurt to realize that they didn’t trust him with their growing family? I feel like I’ve read something similar before but for the life of me, I can’t seem to find it #8 of post

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15. hi, do you know about a fic where lan qiren decided to act as a good father figure for the two jades and gives advice to the disciples, i lost the fic, and its killing me #13 of post

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16. Hi! Hope mods are doing great! ^.^ I have a weird request, because I need to find a fic, but also ask for others with a similar theme (nice, but will make you cry). It was a modern au, and kind of in the suburbs. I think the Lans are new, and lwj meets troublemaker wwx, but doesn’t know how to get close. There’s a fire in the Jin house, everyone except jgy and, I think jzx die and blame wwx. I also remember lwj and wq go to uni together, and they usually meet at the library. Pls help me. #17 of post

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17. Hello all, i hope everyone is doing fine. I am so happy we’re all still here 💚💚💚 i don’t know what i’d do without y’all. So i am looking for a fic. Although I’ve never read it 🤦🤦 i know it’s a fix it fic where jin zixuan kinda abdicates to move into lotus pier with his wife. He talks to meng yao and he’s like you are a much better leader than i’ll ever be brother. Meng yao is super touched and actually stops all his evil doing. And they all live happily ever after. I THINK.  Since i never read this, it might actually be like just something i saw posted on tumblr and not an actual fic 🤷🤷 i hope it is tho.    Much love 💚💚💚 #19 of post

FOUND? could be scorpion, before the frog by Stratisphyre (T, 59k, LXC & JGY & NMJ, JGY & WWX, JZX & JGY, JYL/JZX, wangxian, Dragons, Found Family, Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Parental Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, sometimes a redemption arc is just dragons and kids and found families, allusions to noncon because of JGS, derogatory references to sex work, suicidal ideation and attempt) but I think it only partially fits?

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18. Hi! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic? I only remember one scene where LWJ said something (or assumed something) that led to a misunderstanding between him and WWX. When it cleared up, LWJ said “What have I done to you?” and WWX answered “I think you broke my heart a little”. I’m sorry if it’s super vague, but I can’t remember anything else, except for the fact that it was almost certainly a complete fic with only one chapter.  #5 of post

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19. Hi!! For the next fic finder can you help me find a fic where WWX is  a little, and the Jiangs refuse to let him become little. In the story  there were 3 types of people: Carers, Littles, and I think like   someone  who isn’t either. So when they go to CR, LWJ finds out, and he tries to  help WWX get away from the Jiangs. It’s been awhile since I’ve  read it,  and I can’t find in my history. I would really appreciate the  help! #11 of post  

Hey!!  I’m the anon who asked for #11 on the recent fic find. It wasn’t Being Vulnerable is the Only Way to Allow Your Heart to Feel True Pleasure. I definitely remember that both JC and JYL went to CR with WWX, and they  were both making sure that WWX didn’t regress into a little. Another scene that I kind of remember was that LWJ discovered that WWX was a   little while he was writing the rules in the library. And another scene is that WWX basically has a breakdown when he witnesses MianMian being   able to regress into a little

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20. hi ❤️ for fic finder, id reaaally appreciate your help! the only thing  i remember is that jc finds out that wwx doesn’t have a core but  wwx  tells him some lie about the reason (wzl?), but later they’re at LP i think? and wwx confesses the truth to jyl but jc was standing at the   doorframe, hears everything, yells a lot, and then ??? yunmeng sibs   feels ig? its not Tether or The most dangerous thing is to love (both wonderful).. i feel like i went thru every single core reveal fic ctrl+f-ing the word door 😂  #16 of post  

hi,  i asked for 16, and sadly its not  Silence Like A Cancer Grows    (even though its a  great angsty fic 😭), i remember reading it in   like 2020, and i think  the reveal happens in the great hall or throne   room or whatever its  called. thank you!

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21. This is a bit out of the way but I was wondering if you guys could  help  me find a certain twitter thread about, like, a huge family dinner  with  the mdzs characters where “who is going to pay the bill” devolves  into  hijinks and a lot of politeness judo. and ends with nie huaisang  going  “i paid the bill while i was in the toilet”  #1 of post

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22. Hi! Thank you for all the wonderful work you are doing, this blog has    brought me a lot of joy. I am looking for a fic where JC and WY fell  out   after trying to save JYL  from drowning when she was caught in a  net   underwater. And WY had to keep diving down to give her air, and he  was   really exhausted and delirious afterwards. JC got really angry at  him.   And the fic is about how JC had to do something similar and  realised how   difficult it was and tried to reconcile with WY.   Hopefully that’s   enough info, I can’t remember much else! Thanks very much :)  #9 of post 

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23. Hello mods! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you guys   could  help me find a fanfiction that I’ve been searching for but can’t find. I  remember that it’s about wwx who died and came back either as a  ghost  or a fierce corpse during the sungshot campaign, I’m not sure if  he died  when he was thrown into the burial mounds, but I remember that  he  helped them win the war and then passed on peacefully after, I  remember  that they knew he was a ghost too.    #16 of post  

Hello!  It’s #16 from the  Last fic Finder, unfortunately it is not that one:(  if I remember  correctly, wwx passed on as soon as the battle was over,  on the  battlefield.

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24. Good day to all of u mods. Thank u for your service in help us lost souls. So sorry to bother u all again but I’ve been searching for a fic that I lost long ago and I’ve only read about 1-2 chapters i think.If I’m not wrong the story is a bit horror. It’s a modern au and I remembered that WY unalive himself and there was a phone call from LWJ to JC and JYL telling them about this. And if I’m not wrong, it was implied that WY unalive himself because he was always haunted (by ghost or memories -I’m not sure because I only read the beginning- of Madam Yu).I’m sorry if this is really vague. I’ll also keep trying to search for it. I really appreciate your help. Thank y #2 of post

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25. Hello wangxianficfinder! I heard that there was a reincarnation/modern au fic where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji got caught in the rain and then hid in a cave to wait it out. Could you please help me find it? #6 of post

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26. For the next fic finder. I’m at my wits end trying to figure out what fic I’m thinking of. I believe it was a war fic (not sunshot) where wwx was on one side and the lans were on the other tho I’m not sure. What I’m sure of is someone (wq?) commenting that in battles with one particular leader (wwx? lxc?), there are a lot more ppl who make it to the medics, as in fewer deaths on the battlefield, so that leader is an honourable one. Anyone recognize the fic? #10 of post

NOT FOUND! Crossing Paths by Ilona22

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27. Hi, I am for a fic where WWX time traveled to the past. I can’t quite remember the details, but I remember Wen Ruohan some how knows WWX played an important role in the war so he wants to capture him. Since WWX time traveled, he’s the only one know why WRH wants him, but the others are kinda freak out why WRH wants to capture a teenager WWX. I’m sorry for this little detail, but I hope you guys can help me find it. Much appreciation!! #11 of post

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28. I’m looking for a fic that takes place post canon, and its Xicheng. From  what I remember LXC is doing horrible in seclusion and JC secretly  hides his bell when he visits one day. They become friends while LXC is  still in seclusion and one day, after LXC precious gift from his parents  break, JC goes missing. JL tracks JC through his clarity bell but finds  it at LXC’s place. LXC goes on a journey to find JC and finds him  injured but with a replacement for his precious gift he got from his  father. A very clear but beautiful crystal I think? That’s all I  remember @youkaimeimi  #12 of post and #1 of post (This ask had been accidentally added to two different posts ^^; apologies for any confusion ~ Mod C)

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29. Hi! i hope you’re having a great day!! this blog is everything to me   and it makes my day and makes finding fics so easy!! thank you for the   hard work ^^ I’m trying to find a wangxian time travel fic. i don’t   remember much except that there was this one scene in the library. wwx   travelled back in time and was with lwj and thought he was the only one who travelled back until they’re in the library and lwj asks wwx about lsz and wwx is shocked that lwj is from the future. thank you <3   #2 of post  

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30. I’m looking for a fic I remember only one scene. It’s a modern fic and  there was a scene where LWJ & WWX were dining together. The food was  very spicy and LWJ had a strong reaction for it, got like really   overwhelmed.   #12 of post 

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31.  Hi guys! I’m trying to find a fic but I only remember one thing about it  🙈 LWJ was the god of devotion. Hopefully someone remembers that 😬  #20 of post

I don’t recall a god of devotion, but here’s some divinity fics:

despite it all by novalotypo (T, 292k, wangxian, canon divergence, god of luck WWX, memory loss, non-linear narrative, WIP)

We’ll Build This House on Stone (Altars) by FluffyHippogriff (E, 236k, wangxian, angst w happy ending, romance, supernatural elements, friendship, old god LWJ, YLLZ WWX, hijinks & shenanigans, canonical character death, nonbinary character, nonbinary bichen, WIP)

In God’s Eyes by VividestList (E, 23k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, NHS & WWX, gods & goddesses au, kid fic, mpreg, public sex, mortal WWX, servant WWX, moon god LWJ, marathon sex, identity reveal, pregnancy kink, unplanned pregnancy, angst w happy ending)

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32. Hello. Can you help me find this fic, please. 🥺WWX could jump  between universes. And he found one where other him gone mad or  something. WWX tried to save LWJ of that universe, but LWJ wouldn’t  leave, if his WWX die, he would die with him.

I’m not sure if it  time loop or not, because somehow I think WWX had asked LWJ to leave  about hundred times before. (These’re dialogs I tried to write from my  memory, it might not be entirely correct.)

LWJ: How many time have you asked me?

WWX: About hundred, and you never leave.

LWJ: You could be wrong. This time it might be different, I can save him.

WWX: I’m not, because I’m him. I know this because my Lan Zhan died and I survived. So please don’t make me watch you die again.

That’s all I can remember. Please can you help me find it. Thank you. 🥺🥺🥺😭 #2 of post

NOT FOUND! A Necessary Evil by @gravitywonagain  (M, 870, Wangxian, Major Character Death, time travel, hurt/comfort but  mostly hurt, I’m not going to lie this is all angst, not a happy   ending)

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33. Hello! I was wondering if you could help me find a crossover fic between TGCF and MDZS, I remember only a scene in which Hua Cheng finds a bloodied figure of Lan Wangji with everyone in town dead around him. And Wangji was like ‘look what they have done to my A-Ying’. I hope this is  enough to find it!  #10 of post  

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34. Hello! I am looking for a fic where the mountain goats pushes wwx too far that he commits (t.w.) sewerside? Then I remembered there were 2 ocs  and that all the goats that hurted wwx were killed and that woman was  wwx’s mother (??). I also remember this being an characters watch the  series au. Thank you and have a nice day!!   #18 of post  

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35. I’m searching for a fic and I feel like I’m going crazy–went through 80  pages of AO3 history with no luck, but I know I read it. Almost sure I  found it through the OG wangxianficrecs  around a year or more ago through one of the ff or itmf posts. I  *think* it goes like this: very BAMF WWX, taking place post-Nightless  City, has a better understanding/control of his powers because of his  2nd death, has godlike powers w/o negative side effects of resentful  energy. Maybe in MXY’s body but not sure, just think there was a scene  of wangxian in bed together in the CR and LWJ is worried about people  knowing he’s WWX and how they’ll react. But it could just be that WWX  didn’t die at all, or came back earlier than canon somehow. Some things I  know still happened (LWJ still got whipped for defending WWX), but  others are fuzzy (like maybe the Wen survive somehow?) I’ve read SO MUCH  I wondered if I was conflating multiple fics like Imperfect Memory by Xantissa and help is on the way  by Vamillepudding, but too many things that just aren’t right about   either. In the one I’m thinking of, WWX remembers who he is, LWJ is   quick to express his true feelings (having thought he lost WWX), and   have them reciprocated. It was definitely M or E, there wasn’t really a sub/dom aspect, maybe some theoretical stuff about mastering death so   it’s unable to take him, being immortal without needing a golden core.   #20 of post  

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36. so it’s jin ling running around just postcanon getting the jin sect   functional again where he decides he also wants to repatriate the   artifacts in the creepy mirror? (jc has opinions) i believe he starts   with the canon face-knife and also lots of juniors communication (uhhhh p  sure wangxian are running around in the bg doing wangxian things …?)  #6 of post

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37. Hi! Can you please help me find a fic? It’s an AU where all the women in  MDZS decide they should all just leave and go travel and cultivate   gardens or something. Tysm!    #6 of post  

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38. Hi! I’m looking for a fic where WWX and LWJ get together at cloud   recesses? At the end WWX thinks LWJ is going to marry WQ, but it turns   out to be a misunderstanding - I believe it was on AO3. Thank you so   much!  #9 of post  

Hey - I’m the anon from #9 on the latest fic finder.  Unfortunately “Take my heart” is not the one :( . The fic im looking for  was not a time-travel, and a lot of the book events still occurred  (qiongqi path etc.) - but at the end the wens were able to go to gusu.  Also wangxian are together but not married until the end. Thank you so  much for your help!

NOT FOUND! Take my heart by Lady KG (Not Rated, 22k, WangXian, LWJ Time Travels, Time travel, POV WWX)

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39.  heyy im looking for a fic where lwj and wwx are both actors who are   always in the same movies. they’ve also done several sex scenes   together. they’re really popular celebrities and they both get nominated  for oscars or academy award or smth but neither of them get it bc the judges couldn’t decide. if you could find this fic for me that would   mean a lot tysm!   #12 of post

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40. I am looking for a fiction that Lan Wangi and wei wuxian are tring to have a baby and it not working and they are invited to jiang yanli’s   baby shower and wwx breaks down.  #4 of post  

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41. Since you found me exactly what i was looking for I came back with  two more fics and to say thanks for finding the two i requested the  first time.

A) So the first fic i want to request is one  where wangxian time travel and at first they think its only them but  later on in the story its revealed that because of something they did  lan xichen, nie huaisang and jiang cheng also come back. but near the   beginning of the story lan wangji helps madam lan escape and she goes to  lotus pier and turns out she knows madam yu and qinghengjun comes out of seclusion i belive cause when they go to the lectures he and madam   lan reunite and then our timetravels tell them what happens and there   are multiple training dummies that are destroyed by madam yu and jiang   yanli

B) the second fic is where after canon ends i belive almost everyone but wangxian and a’yuan were dead but a’yuan was making  his way to deaths door but wei wuxian used this array or talisman yo   send them back thousands of years and a’yuan reverts to his child self   and wei wuxian and lan wangji get to raise him but eventualy become   immortal or already were and i dont know if a’yuan becomes immortal or   not but it doesnt really mention him at all after that except a brief   passing. As the years pass wei wuxian and lan wangji travel and meet a   lot of people including their parents and baoshan sanren. it time skips i  belive and its after the lectures(?) and the sects are invited to the burial mounds where a whole bunch of relevant but not totally relevent people are, along with wei wuxian and lan wangji as their immortal sect  leaders and the sects read the books but it doesnt actually show that part and madam meng and madam jin meet and at first madam jin is   standoffish but eventually get to know each other, i dont know anything after that, most like where the last update was.

Sorry for   rambling and making this request daunting and sorry if there is anything  that is hard to read im on my phone and the the keyboard is not writing  down the letters as i type them in. thank you for your time and i wish  you a good day(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ  #7 of post 

41A)

FOUND? A few of the elements of 41A are similar to ❤️ All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, YZY Bashing, Definitely not YZY centric, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, Mainly CQL but has elements of the novel as well, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY) Madam Lan lives & she & Qingheng-Jun get back together in this time travel fic. Madam Yu also destroys training dummies in this fic.

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42. Okay so I have a fic finder request for you guys if thats okay!! I don’t  know if you’ll be able to find it for me because I really don’t have a  lot for you to go on. Literally all that I remember is wwx and lwj  talking to someone (a merchant? A shop worker? Maybe something with a  festival?) And they had to solve a series of riddles to win a prize (I  think it was 3 riddles) wwx solved one but then I think lwj ended up  solving 3 riddles instead and gave the prize to wwx. That’s all I can remember!! But the scene has been in my head a lot so now I really want  to reread the fic haha any help in finding it would be greatly   appreciated!! Thank you so much!!!   #16 of post  

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43. Hiii thanks for all your hard work ✨🐇✨ can you help me please I read a  Twitter thread fic but I lost it and don’t think it was over 😅 I was about wwx and lwj being married but wwx became pregnant and wanted ro   surprise lwj but he thought wwx wanted to divorce So he called his   lawyer and wwx heard it anc that’s all I got. 🫠😭✨ thanks again     #18 of post  

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44. Hello! Could you help me find a fic wherein kid! Nie Mingjue and kid!Nie Huaisang are kidnapped/taken into the Wen Sect? Their father   (Sect Leader Nie) is still alive in this fic. I believe that one of the memorable things in it is that Nie Huaisang calls Wen Ruohan A-die or   Father as a manipulation scheme? I hope you can help me find it, I’m   going crazy over it!  #1 of post  

SIMILAR! Fire and Light  by nirejseki (T, 31k, NHS & NMJ, Canon Divergence, Found Family,   Families of Choice, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Childhood Trauma,   Implied/Referenced Torture, the bad stuff is mostly offscreen)

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45. Does anyone know that one fic, I think CR era, where Lan Wangji meets Jiang Yanli and thinks she’s unusually generous because she’s   encouraging him to marry Wei Wuxian into the Lan clan?  #10 of post  

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46. The other fic was where wwx and lwj ran away together (modern fic) got married and years later wwx saw jc at store and talked #17B of post

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47. Fic finders: It’s Untamed-verse (post canon), in LWJ’s pov. I think  it starts with LWJ looking for WWX in a village, then it flashbacks to   him receiving a letter where WWX writes that he has fallen in love with a  farmer and marrying him, if LWJ would come to the wedding and give his  blessing… which obviously catches LWJ off-guard because he’s been kinda  assuming that WWX would come back when he’s ready, so now he’s all  jealous and pining, and needs to see for himself what the hell is going  on.  They do end up meeting and go on a night-hunt together, and LWJ notices that WWX is actually acting weird. The reveal was that WWX was actually under some kind of love spell and that the “farmer” was a rogue cultivator trying to bind WWX’s literal life to him and use his   powers.  #20 of post  

NOT FOUND! You’d Break Your Heart to Make It Bigger by vesna (mrsronweasley)  it sounds kinda like this fic minus the letter part

SIMILAR! Boy Trouble, We’ve Got Double  by saltyfeathers It’s actually the reverse, where lwj is the one who gets cursed  

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48. Hi, I remember reading a short fic set during the Cloud Recesses study  arc where Wei Yang is kneeling after punching JZX and Lan Zhan talks to  him. The conversation goes differently than canon and it ends with WWX  saying: you have a book of rules where your heart should be. And the fic  ends with saying it took LWJ years to heal from those words @/knifeshoebookworm  #3 of post

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49. Another modern au fic in which WY is accused of a crime when he’s   younger, perhaps in his teens (I don’t remember what he did exactly or   if he actually committed it), but he still ends up getting arrested and LZ is the only one who stood up to him at the time. Then a couple of   years later WY is released, becomes a police officer and works together with LZ at the same police station, probably as partners. I think LZ is  kinda ooc, instead of being shy, quiet and frigid, he’s quite bold and  sweary in this fic. Also I recall a specific part that is set by the end  of the story (it could be the last chapter), a party is happening, maybe a wedding or celebration of some sort, and Wangxian goes to the   bathroom to hook up or have sex. There’s a chance that this belongs to   another fic, but it doesn’t hurt to try.   #15B of post  

FOUND? Keep Track of Losing Days by giraffeter (T, 74k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Case Fic, Police, Missing Persons, Mystery, Getting Together, Flashbacks, Rooftop Conversations, Detective LWJ, antifa WWX, team give LWJ friends, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, First Kiss, First Meetings, Seattle, Mutual Pining, nonfatal car accident, mafia wens, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Guns)

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50. Hello! Wondering if anyone might be able to point me to cute (possibly   a) one-shot (it’s short) wherein WWX (with one other person) descend   from Baoshan-sanren’s mountain because they looked into a well that   showed them their soulmate/fated one. They go to Yunmeng Jiang first.   They’re pointed to the Lan clan due to the robes in the “vision”. Cue   Romantic™ Gusu Lan’s excitement reaching fever pitch. We get WangXian’s first meeting in LXC’s POV. Thank you so much for your work! ❤️  #17 of post  

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Match made in hell ( Robin x Reader)

Summary: Robin meets Eddie’s sister and falls straight in love but it takes a bit of a turn at first

Warning: Swearing

Authors note: this is my first fanfic so let me know how to fix it :)

Eddie takes his sister to a party that she really didn’t want to go to but was kinda dragged there. In the car the brown haired girl wouldn’t stop complaining about how she didn’t want to go and how these where his friends and not her friends and that she rather stay home doing school work than going to Steve’s house at 11pm at night on a Friday . It’s not like she hated Steve she just didn’t talk to him much and she didn’t really plan on it. She had a very shitty day at school the last thing she wanted to do was go to a loud teen party. Eddie all ways wanted her to make friends or go out to party’s and stuff but she spent her whole life trying to keep her family from falling apart she missed out on all that stuff, teen stuff. When she was only 7 she had been taking care of her brother so much that she didn’t really have a chance to have a childhood so her brother try’s to make it up to her by taking her places and letting her experience the stuff she didn’t and he did. Eddie stops the car and they get out since Steve’s parents weren’t home for the week he decided to have some people over for a sleepover/ party. They grab there stuff as y/n try’s to hide behind her brother but once Steve opens that door he obviously sees both of them. As he lets both of them in y/n sees Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve’s younger sister playing uno with Nancy. Robin knew who y/n was and she had thought she was so pretty and she had all most the same heavy metal style as her brother. They had all went upstairs and Steve had put his little sister to bed for the night and then they where all talking about what they should do and Robin had sat right next to y/n. Y/n was wearing a graphic T-shirt with a black sports bar and grey sweatpants and Robin was dying inside she has had a crush on y/n since freshman year it kinda went away after junior year but when they hit senior year she was all over that girl she had fell face flat in love with her and now that she was siting right next to her she could barley contain her self. Y/n couldn’t tell that Robin liked her but Eddie saw and took so many mental notes and the night before he had made a master plan with the other. He had planned to force them together that night. Since it was Steve’s house he would sleep on the bed and Eddie would stay with him there because it would just be wired if he picked Nancy or Jonathan. Then Macy and Jonathan would sleep on a air mattress so the two love birds could sleep on the pull out couch which was big enough for like one person and a toddler. So they would have to be pushed together the whole night. So back to the present time they all wanted to push these to closer to each other so they decided to watch a movie. As they creeped down stairs trying not to wake up Steve’s little sister Sam. As they made it down stairs Eddie decided to make popcorn with Jonathan and Steve and Nancy put all the blankets and pillows on the couch in the meanwhile y/n and Robin where picking out a movie. They ended up picking Indiana Jones. As they all grabbed the snacks Robin and y/n where forced to sit next to each other the whole time. Once the movie was over they all decided to go to ‘go to bed’ as Robin and y/n were squished together in the pull out sofa in Steve’s room y/n had kinda moved in her sleep which made her closer to Robin. Y/n not noticing that she was getting closer and closer with Robin, Robin just decided to put her arm around her as they sleep. The next morning they wake up and there in shock and they just both look at each other like this 👁👄👁 and then…… to be continued. . Sorry I just need to post this part to see if people like it enough for me a Finnish. If you liked it let me know so I can right a part 2

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hiii how about 7, 34, and 56 for the fanfic writing asks?

omg hi thank yooouuuuuu :)

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

this is from a little something something i've been writing for poe dameron, but don't know if it's substantial enough to turn into something to post ....

Poe looked so peaceful, asleep in his ship. His arms were crossed over his stomach and his head was dangling off onto his shoulder. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his chest, which was even more visible than normal, as he had unbuttoned his shirt farther down than usual. He had his necklace on – the one that housed his late mother’s ring that he never took off; you only knew that because of a drunken night at the base’s cantina, where Poe told you his entire life story after drinking six large pitchers of Bahkata. Your eyes travelled up his chest to his lips that were puckered in a sleepy pout. They always looked so soft – you often found herself focusing on them when he spoke, unable to look away. 

It was with a jolt of your stomach did you finally realize that you were seeing something that no one else ever had; his X-Wing up close and personal. He was the only person to ever be inside of it and the only person to fix it. You looked around curiously. The cockpit was spotless; it was obvious that Poe never went a day without cleaning it. It even smelled nice – though you quickly realized that it was most likely just Poe’s cologne embedded in the fabric of the seat. Just as you leaned over the side to nudge him awake, your eyes caught a glimpse of a photograph taped to the right of the steering mechanism. A tingly feeling filled you up when you got a better look at it. 

It was a picture of you, sitting at the bar at the cantina, mid-laugh as you spoke to whoever had been with you (they were conveniently out of the frame). Your cheeks were flushed from the drink that was in your hand and your hair was falling freely down your shoulders in its natural state. The photograph was a little warn around the edges, as though it had been handled many times. 

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Too much HAHA. Now that I started posting things on tumblr, I've had to go through my work and like, take out any obvious personal descriptors like my mannerisms, my hair color, eye color, nicknames - things like that. I started writing fanfiction when I was about nine or ten, and I only wrote self inserts because I had a lot of trauma that I was going through and it was the only thing that helped; pretending I was living a different life. Now it's like conditioned for me to picture myself in whatever I'm writing, so making it objective for tumblr is quite difficult.

56. Are there any fics that you would change or rewrite if given the chance?

I wanna rewrite Multiversal Soulmates SO BAD. I'm SO unhappy with it which is why I haven't bothered to post the last part, because I'm actually very upset with myself for how bad it is.

[mionemymind]

Chapter 3: The Harsh Treatment

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: What will happen to Y/n as the team pushes her past her limits? 

A/n: I lied, I decided to be nice and post it now. Honestly, the amount of support that I’m receiving from this fanfic has literally made me smile so much. I really love all of you who read and/or comment. You mean the world to me. Let me know what you think. :) (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Starvation, harmful thoughts, curse words, self-doubt, mentions of blood, injuries, angst

Word Count: 5k

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

Y/n abruptly woke up at the feeling of pressurized gas coursing through her body. She quickly sat up, unable to see anything in the white fog. The cold feeling only lasted a couple seconds before F.R.I.D.A.Y stated, “Fire has been contained.” Y/n hugged herself for warmth as she waited for the fog to disappear. This was the 13th time this month that she was woken up with pressurized gas. At first, it was foam but someone in maintenance had changed the system after the 5th time she woke up. 

Y/n looked at her surroundings and sighed at the damages to her sheets. There were burn marks along with small amounts of frostbite from the gas. “At this rate, I won’t have money for food.” With a grim face, Y/n got up from her bed and proceeded with taking everything off her bed, a routine she unfortunately started to learn. 

Y/n didn’t know when things got worse. If she had to guess, maybe it was after the whole fiasco with Wanda. The team had been on edge ever since then. “They probably thought I hurt her,” Y/n thought at the time, but it was far from the truth. She had wanted to explain herself to the team but dismissed those thoughts with, “What’s the point in trying? I’ll always be guilty to them.” 

As for Wanda, the still heartbroken girl didn’t dare to speak to the team about that night. Even she didn’t quite know what happened. Since that night, she only lied to herself stating that maybe Y/n had done something. It would probably remove the guilt she had when she thought of the blood running down Y/n’s face. But even the lie couldn’t repress the truth from her thoughts. 

After she collected her bedding, she threw it away in the trash can along with the other damaged beddings. Y/n grabbed her wallet off her night stand and opened it. She couldn’t feel it, but her heart dropped at the sight of the lack of money she had. Only a $20 dollar bill as well as a couple ones were left. She closed her eyes and tried her best to keep herself calm, to try and act like the world wasn’t closing in on her. It was a couple minutes later when she opened her eyes and looked at her wallet again. “This was supposed to last me for the rest of the month.” Y/n rubbed her forehead, feeling the overwhelming stress from her lack of funds. 

One might ask, “Aren’t you an Avenger? Shouldn’t you make a shit ton of money.” And at one point, Y/n would say yes, she did. But it all came back to that night. A week after, she had overheard a conversation that went…

“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this to her.” Y/n was about to go around the corner, but decided to wait at the sound of Steve’s voice. “It’s simple Rodgers - unless I have to remind you why we needed to redo the glass in the conference room.” Steve sighed at Tony’s simple minded actions. Y/n could practically feel him crossing his arms in a disapproving manner. 

“Well she did work fair and hard for her money Tony - this just feels wrong.” Y/n heard a couple clicks before Tony replied with, “This is for Wanda. Anything to get Y/n out of here by her own means is worth it. If you have a problem with this, you must not care as much for Wanda as I thought.” Steve sighed again seeing as he was morally put in an awkward position. It was either care for Y/n or care for Wanda. “That’s what I thought.” Tony left with a smug look on his face as he clicked more on the screen in front of him. 

It didn’t take long for Y/n to see the effects of Tony’s decision. Her pay day was the following day and the overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety rose up within her as she only had $400 to survive until the next pay day, which was a month later. Since then, her food portions have been small to say the least. Y/n learned that she only had enough money for the month to eat at least once a day and even that was cutting it. The dramatic changes to her diet had slowly affected her powers but it recently had an exponential increase. 

This was her fourth month of hardly eating when her powers started to flare at night. It has gotten to the point that Y/n couldn’t control them in her sleep leading to F.R.I.D.A.Y having to deal with her fireside. But her powers weren’t the only thing that has changed. If anyone were to actually look, they would see that Y/n had gotten skinnier. Her literal glow was getting duller and duller the more time passed.  

However, Y/n refused to feel sorry for herself. The sentence “I deserve this” was burned into her head. The brain tricks she puts herself through even allowed her to convince that Tony's decision was right. That Wanda didn’t need to tell the truth to the team. That Steve didn’t need to defend her. And that the team certainly was allowed to make her feel like nothing. Because to Y/n, if she didn’t deserve this, then why would you possibly treat a person like this? Just why? 

Of course, Wanda didn’t notice these changes at all. The girl was trying her best to avoid Y/n as much as possible. She always had exit strategies in place in case she were to be in the same vicinity as Y/n. However, Wanda also didn’t notice that lack of Y/n’s presence. Much to her dismay, Y/n’s efforts were the reason they didn’t see each other much. 

What Wanda did notice though was the slow and gradual decline of snacks in her cubby. It left her to question whether Natasha was done doing these small favors for her. But her reports were still getting done. 

The red head didn’t have much room to think though as she got slammed down on the mat from the other red head. “Take a ten - you’re distracted and we can’t keep going like this.” Wanda grumbled at another failed attempt to flip Natasha over. Hand to hand combat was one of the few subjects that Wanda hated the most. With the help of Natasha, Wanda got up and walked over to the waters on the other side of the room. She was gulping down the remaining when Natasha’s words caught her off guard. “What happened?” 

Wanda cocked an eyebrow while still drinking her bottle, needing more elaboration. Natasha faced Wanda while hundreds of thoughts racked her mind. Luckily for her, Wanda had trained her on how to make them quiet enough that Wanda wouldn’t be able to hear. When Natasha found the right words, she said, “I am not doubting you. I am doubting her…” Wanda closed the bottle and looked around the room to avoid Natasha’s eyes. This had been the first time that anyone from the team had remotely even asked her about that night. To be frank, she hadn’t expected Natasha to be the one to break the ice. Usually it was Steve that would act like the team’s counselor. Guess things change. 

Wanda sighed and recollected her memory for the night that continued to haunt her. “One minute, I left to get a drink from the bar. - she said that she needed to go to the bathroom. The next minute, I come back to see her all over blondie.” Wanda’s grip on the bottle tightened at the words she was going to say next. “I thought it was a mistake - that she could have been too drunk that night - b-but her thoughts were so - loud.” Wanda slammed her fist at the table in front of her, tears already falling down her cheeks. “A-a-and I saw everything-” 

The broken hearted girl didn’t have much energy left in her to continue. She dropped to her knees and sobbed into her hands. Natasha kneeled beside Wanda. She pulled the poor girl into her arms, trying her best to physically comfort her. But nothing could really make Wanda feel better. What could you say to a girl that saw every moment where her girlfriend has cheated on her? Nothing - you say nothing. 

“It’s quite pathetic actually,” Tony said as he spun the rod, causing his player to score in foosball. He was currently versing Steve as the two decided to quietly speak about Y/n’s actions for the past couple weeks. Going on the defense again, Steve shot back but Tony was quick to block. “She’s probably just trying to get her money back.” Steve huffed from the sudden slap shot as well as Tony’s rude words. 

For the past couple weeks, Y/n had gone from trying to win Wanda back to trying to win the whole team back. The first thing they noticed was all the completed mission reports and the continuation of it. Clint was the first to jokingly comment, “Bruce must really love mission reports.” But the genius bore a confused look before replying with, “It wasn’t me. Even I haven’t had anything to do in my stack for a couple days.” Bruce had a displeasured look on his face. Clint just assumed it was either he wanted to do his stack of reports or the comment was actually true...or maybe both. 

When it was time for the meeting, Clint had asked everyone in the room, minus Y/n, on who was completing the mission reports for everyone. “Well, I’m doing Wanda’s and mine,” Natasha claimed as she sat in her usual spot. No one was able to detect her lie, but then again, Natasha was always good at lying. 

Clint was quick to figure out that the only person remaining must have been the person responsible. With a straight forward voice, he explained to the team that Y/n had been completing everyones, besides Wanda’s and Natasha’s, reports. Still, Natasha sat there, copying the confused looks on everyone’s faces. She didn’t care to tell them the truth, it wasn’t worth it. However, the meeting proceeded with little comment on Y/n’s actions. She wasn’t worth the mention. 

“What if she actually is trying to say sorry to us?” Steve couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for Y/n, but Tony’s words made the guilt go all away. “Oh - so miss Hydra over here actually wants to apologize - hilarious Steve.” With that, Tony quickly spun the rod and scored the final point, making him win the game. What the two failed to realize was the fact that Y/n had overheard their conversation. She no longer felt hungry for the day and had retreated back to her room, feeling overwhelmingly numb from the confession she heard.

It was a new and different day for Wanda. She had managed to want to try and sit in the common room with her team seeing as sitting in her room no longer gave her the same satisfaction anymore. Scrolling through the tv, she was about to pull up Bewitched when the following words appeared on the screen:

Bewitched is longer provided on Netflix. Please see related tv shows. 

“What do you mean it’s no longer available?” Wanda frustratedly questioned. And here she was trying to have a good day. “Sorry kid, I guess Netflix took it off their streaming service,” Clint said as he leaned over the couch. “No why would they do that?!” Wanda said with an exasperated look. Clint simply shrugged, Netflix did have an awful reputation for getting favorites removed or canceled. “No clue, but you could try other shows.” Wanda crossed her arms and huffed at his suggestion. “I was really feeling Bewitched today.” Ruffling her hair, Clint left after saying, “Try to feel for something else.” 

However, Wanda had failed to feel anything but angry for the remaining of the day. It wasn’t until she sat in her room for the night, aimlessly finding shows in her room when she noticed Bewitched on her home screen. She quickly clicked on it noticing that all eight seasons are there for her own viewing. Her mood immensely increased for the night as she fell asleep in the middle of season two. 

Outside of her room, Y/n had been cleaning up the compound for the night. It was getting harder and harder to clean the kitchen when everything in her wanted to just take a couple of snacks for herself. Her hunger was constantly on her mind as well as the stupid flashes that have sporadically appeared more and more everyday. But she wanted more than anything to prove to the team that she is a good person. Stealing, no matter how minor, was probably the last thing she needed to be labeled as. 

When she completed for the night, she returned to her room but paused outside of her door when she heard the Bewitched theme song loudly play in Wanda’s room. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked back into her room and slept on the floor tonight.

“Did it ever occur to you that I love you - like a lot?” The couple were laying in Carol’s room decorated with punk rock posters and pictures of their team. Small plants were placed around the room while Malcolm in the Middle was used as background noise. 

“Nah. I haven’t heard you say it in approximately - 10 minutes?” Carol laughed as Y/n glanced at her watch. They laid on their sides as they faced each other, their faces being only inches away. “Well I do.” Carol cupped Y/n’s cheek as she soon grew mesmerized. 

There are words to always describe feelings with someone but they all felt overused or incomplete. Because everything felt like this daydream colored borders with warm tones and retro filters as she glanced at Y/n. She felt like she was watching a show that she would never get tired of. Even if the show was in color or black and white, new or old, slow or fast, she would watch just to see her. Just her. 

“You do what?” Carol flicked Y/n’s forehead at her response. “Kidding - kidding.” Y/n said as she rubbed her forehead. Carol rolled her eyes and kissed Y/n’s head as she cuddled into her arms, legs tangled within the sheets. “I do love you.” Y/n kissed her hair as she combed it with her hand. “I know,” she whispered, hoping Carol would pick up on the secret reference. Because to Y/n, yeah, she’s worth a whole galaxy. 

It was the middle of the night when Steve woke up from a nightmare that shook him from his slumber. Rather than staying in bed to force himself to sleep, he got up and headed to the kitchen for a late night snack. 

Heading into the pantry, Steve pursed his lips noticing that Y/n’s cubby had been empty for weeks it seems like. The guilt that was slowly forming inside him kept building and building. Although he knew he could try to do something about it, the loyalty he had to his family - to Wanda. That was something he didn’t want to break. 

The relationship with Wanda and Steve was something similar to a father and daughter relationship. Steve had always wanted a kid of his own and Wanda had lost her father. The irony of it all just happened to work for the two. Even though Wanda nor Steve would admit it out loud, they viewed each other as the roles that needed to be filled in their lives. They needed each other regardless of titles.

But then there was Y/n. The troubled girl that made Steve absolutely nervous with how quick her and Wanda seemed to like each other. It absolutely didn’t help Steve’s case when the whole team found out about Y/n’s past. His anxiety had practically skyrocketed. It eventually led to a one on one talk with Wanda about how sometimes we need to protect ourselves before letting people in. 

But Y/n was still there. Breaking down Wanda’s walls. So just like any Dad would, Steve watched over. Making sure his girl was always happy and safe. So while Natasha may have refilled Wanda’ cubby and did her reports, Steve had carried Wanda to bed during nights she couldn’t sleep. He made her tea for times that she didn’t want to talk, which was often. He tucked her in at night and cuddled with her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. He was just there. 

But so was she. She was there whenever Wanda cried at night. She was there when Wanda would sometimes forget to eat after busying herself all day. She was there to take care of Wanda. She was there when Steve wasn’t. And that meant everything to Steve. So why couldn’t Steve be there for Y/n? 

There were a lot of unanswered questions roaming around Steve’s head. Rather than pondering more about them, he walked around the tower, eating a pack of cookies for himself. Just as he was turning the corner, he glanced towards the conference room to see Wanda asleep in front of her reports. However, the more alarming part was the girl that happened to be right in front of Wanda. Steve quickly grew on high alert and observed Y/n’s actions. However, after a couple minutes of harmless actions, Steve forced his shoulders to relax. “She’s just doing reports - calm down,” Steve thought. 

But he couldn’t calm down. The guilt had maneuvered it’s way back up to his throat as he actually noticed the pale state of the once bright girl. For someone that had literal fire abilities, she lacked the glow of any raging fire. Feeling nothing but guilt all over, Steve felt compelled to say something - anything. But he froze. He didn’t know what to say. 

However, the opportunity soon was lost as Y/n finished everyone’s stack of reports. Steve hid around the corner as Y/n passed him. Hearing a door close was when Steve stepped out of hiding. He glanced towards the direction of Y/n’s room, feeling every need to go to her. But his footsteps led him to Wanda. He picked her up and carried her to her room. Wanda will always be first in Steve’s heart. And nothing could change that. 

“We have to stop this treatment Tony.” Steve waltzed into Tony’s lab the very next day. For once, he couldn’t sleep for the remainder of the night. Y/n was all over his mind. The guilt was practically eating him alive. 

Tony rolled his eyes at Steve’s dramatic fashion for entrances. “Oh - good morning Tony - how are you - I’m actually pretty good.” Steve rolled his eyes as he stood in front of Tony, a hologram in between the two. 

“Cut the crap Tony - I’m being serious.” Steve crossed his arms. This needed to end. “And you think I’m not Rodgers?” Tony was quick to respond, already growing irritated by the conversation. 

“This isn’t right - none of this right.” Steve wiped the hologram to finally get a clear view of Tony as he grew frustrated by the second. Tony simply swiped it back, not wanting to deal with the issue. “Well maybe if she just quit - we wouldn’t need to worry about anything. It’s not my fault Fury hired Ms. Hydra - and if he finds out I fired her, he would not allow it at all.” 

“But can’t you see that your stupid plan isn’t working? All we’re doing is abusing the girl.” Steve wiped the hologram again but Tony simply walked to a different station and continued his work. Angry with his response, Steve walked around the table and stood beside Tony. 

“This needs to end Tony,” Steve said through his gritted teeth. The man was clenching his jaw so hard, it almost looked as if he was going to break his teeth. However, Tony quickly glared at Steve at the mention of his threat. 

“Don’t you fucking dare. Can’t you actually see that I’m trying to protect Wanda.” Steve tilted his head at the awful reasoning for his actions. “How is this protecting Wanda? Why are you even trying to protect her?” 

Tony slammed his fist into the table, feeling his anger rising by the second. “We - no - I need to protect her Steve!”

“Why Tony? Why?” 

“Because I’m the goddamn reason her parents and her country is dead. I’m the reason that everything she ever loved is gone. I’m the reason for her sadness. She, of all people, deserves happiness. And I sure as hell won’t let anyone else hurt her anymore - no more Steve.” Tony didn’t give Steve a chance as he walked out the facility needing a day drink more than ever. 

It was lunch time and all Wanda could think about was the need to cook paprikash. She didn’t know when the last time she had actually cooked. And seeing as the majority of the team was on missions, she could actually cook without interruptions or lingering eyes. 

Walking into the kitchen, Wanda tied her hair up and started to take out the necessary ingredients for the meal. It was when she was talking the spices out when Vision had appeared out of nowhere, nearly scaring the girl. “Vision!” 

Sensing a slight rise in her heart rate and anger, Vision had quickly apologized. “Sorry Wanda.” Wanda shook her head and quickly resumed prepping. “I will try to work on making my presence known. If I may ask, what is it that you’re doing?” 

“I’m making paprikash.” Vision’s mind grew curious at the word and quickly searched his database for it. “I see. A traditional Sokovian food.” Wanda didn’t realize it, but she had felt a little annoyed at the synthezoid’s presence. It wasn’t anything he did, but Wanda desperately wanted alone time for herself. 

Before she could ask, Vision had said, “Good morning Y/n.” Wanda’s quickly grew wide as she avoided glancing in Y/n’s direction. She hadn’t stayed in the tense position though as Vision announced, “Oh - it seems she had left before saying hi back.” 

Feeling ever more frustrated with people’s presence, Wanda was about to ask him to leave but noticed the confusion written all over his face and didn’t hesitate to ask, “What is it Vision?” Vision pursed his lips and contemplated his words. It was visibly obvious to see that he was trying to wrack up what to say. “I think...it’s just…” He sighed knowing that this was going to be a sensitive subject to the witch but knowing everything she's been through, lying was not the best option. “It’s just that Y/n-” Wanda quickly cut Vision off in desperation to know what Y/n had done to Vision. If the girl were to even lay a finger on him, she was sure to deal with it herself.  “What did she do? Did she hurt you? I swear-” Seeing her eyes turn red, Vision immediately explained himself. “-No no no. It’s not that, the complete opposite actually.” Wanda’s eyes slowly turned back to normal. When Vision saw that her heart rate was close to normal, he continued. “It’s just that...Y/n’s vitals have been decreasing in a fluctuating matter. Some days it would be a small decrease, but some days it would be a big decrease. Overall, her health has been poor.” Vision looked back at where Y/n once stood. If he hadn’t quickly analyzed her, he wouldn’t have noticed that today’s vitals was record worst. “Although she does have physical injuries, she seems to continue to radiate pain throughout her body even when those injuries have healed. It starts through her head and it spreads like a radio wave through her nervous system. I’ve done my calculations and the leading cause could be migraines...” Vision soon was in deep thought, trying to recalculate just to make sure what he was about to say was correct. “...but it doesn’t make sense.” 

Wanda tilted her head. Processing this information was hard seeing as at her darkest moments, she wanted nothing but Y/n to be hurt. She deserved it for all the pain she caused her to go through. But hearing it now? That was a different story. It was like an internal conflict was going through her. Should she even care about Y/n’s health? “What doesn’t make sense?” Vision looked hard into Wanda’s eyes as he said, “Migraines shouldn’t cause her heart to stop multiple times.” 

Wanda stared at Vision, processing the information that the love of her life is practically dying. “A-are you sure?” Vision slowly nodded. “However, after some calculations, I do believe she will be okay. She only needs a good source of food for her healing regeneration to fully heal this.” Wanda relaxed at Vision’s words. Although she has been through immense pain through these past couple months, having Y/n gone from her life like that would hurt more than anything. 

Before Vision could continue his explanation, F.R.I.D.A.Y stated, “Emergency alert. All available Avengers please head to the quinjet per the request of Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers.” Quickly, the two headed to the plane as the important part of Vision’s explanation was missed. Little did Wanda know, Y/n would not heal any time soon. 

The trio arrived on the quinjet and wasted no time trying to figure out the mission that was ahead of them. There was a serious feel in the atmosphere sensing that this had to be bad. There was no way that it couldn’t have been. Because if it wasn’t, they certainly wouldn’t have invited Y/n to this mission. 

Lately, the girl has been assigned to only solo missions. Y/n couldn’t quite remember the last time that she was on a mission with any team member nevermind the fact with the whole team. 

“Backup is needed immediately after touch down. Vision and Wanda, meet up with Steve and Sam at the Northeast corridor. Y/n, you are assigned to the entrance,” Tony stated through the intercom. 

The feeling in Y/n’s stomach worsened. Not only was she hungry and sleep deprived, she didn’t also have a partner with her. It also didn’t help the fact that the flashes have gotten worse. Y/n couldn’t help but pray for a miracle. After all, they were dealing with the very people Y/n hated - Hydra. 

Y/n couldn’t quite tell when things on the mission got to shit. Maybe it was the fact that as soon as they touched down and went to their assigned positions, Y/n received a massive swarm of Hydra agents. It didn’t help that her health regeneration was not at its peak or these agents actually were decently trained. Or was it during the third wave, that was currently happening, where Y/n tested the limits of her body. 

Seeing the onslaught of agents coming her way, Y/n decided it was time to test out her new ability. She rapidly swung her right arm, building momentum as the fire within her right side blazed. As soon as the enemies were close, she released a fire tornado in their path. It had managed to take out at least half of the wave, but more and more kept coming. 

Pressing her comms, Y/n said, “Can someone send back up my way?! There’s too many for me to handle.” Y/n kicked back the agent that was about to stab her in the back, but was too distracted to the point a different agent was able to cut her leg. “Fuck.” 

Y/n quickly released an ice wall that at first glance, appeared to be the same height as the Great Wall of China. She hoped the barrier would give her enough time for her backup to appear. Focusing all her energy on her fireside, Y/n aimed at any agent near her, using her arm as a flamethrower. 

However, worry immediately grew when no one had responded to her call within a couple minutes. Before she could request again, Nat had spoken bitterly in the comms, “On my way.” Sighing in relief, Y/n continued to fight off the agents the best she could. 

But no matter how hard she tried to buy herself time, it seemed that Natasha was taking forever to come. It had gotten to the point that multiple lashes already appeared. Her healing regeneration couldn’t keep up at all. Not only that, but her body was either giving up from exhaustion or blood loss. It was only during the last couple agents when Natasha had shown up and quickly killed the remainder. 

Y/n glanced at the assassin and noticed the lack of any injuries on her and it was as if she barely broke a sweat. “What happened? I almost got killed.” 

Natasha glared at Y/n as she responded with, “I helped Bucky and Rhodey on the way, they needed it.” Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat knowing the redhead in front of her had practically lied. If backup was needed, it was always voiced through comms. 

Even if Y/n had wanted to confront Natasha about it, she couldn’t. Natasha had already left to head to the quinjet. Y/n simply limped a couple feet from her. When Y/n arrived, it seemed that everyone else was already prepared for take off. Feeling ever more guilty, Y/n simply sat at the closet seat to the entrance that was away from the team. But something inside her broke even more noticing the lack of any questions or concerns from the team in regards to her injuries. 

Not even bothering to buckle up, Y/n sulked in her thoughts when she realized, “Why doesn’t anyone care about me?” 

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[story-island]

Movie Night (Markiplier X Reader fluff)

Authors Note: Hi everyone! this is my first ever fanfic that I have shared to the world. So I welcome feedback as I would like to grow but please be nice. I send much love to all that enjoy my short story.

P.S. - No hate to Amy, I love her too, but I still enjoy Mark fanfics 

Summary: Mark X Fem Reader. This is a short fluff piece about enjoying a nice after work movie with your boyfriend Mark.

Word count: 950

It was a long day and I was more than ready for it to be done. I had gotten a lot of homework done and I even worked tonight. After leaving my job I got home at about 11:15 pm. I worked the night shift and got home around this time normally. I slowly trudged in the door and kicked off my boots. Not even looking, I locked the door and went up to my room, throwing my bag in the corner. 

“Hey princess, how was work? I heard my boyfriend Mark ask behind me. I huffed and looked at him in minor annoyance. 

“That bad huh?”. I made a half-assed noise in confirmation before flopping onto the stuffie filled bed. 

“You feel like talking about it?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

“People are tupid” I moaned into a mix of pillows and my massive collection of fluffy animals. 

“That's the real world for ya” Mark said in response.

“Well I’m ready to forget all about the real world and escape into my own world” I said finally rolling over to look Mark in the face.

“I could help you with that,” he said with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, sitting up and slipping into a slightly better mood.

“Yeah!” Mark responded happily “Depends tho…What do you want to do to escape the real world?”

“Ummmm, I think a good movie and cuddles would be nice.” I said thinking of the movies that we could watch.

“You want to watch right now or you wanna do your own thing for a bit?” Mark asked, full well knowing I wanted to shower and eat some food before actually getting anything done.

“You know me too well” I said, poking Mark's bicep before crawling out of the fluffy mess. Moving to go get a towel ready for a hot shower.

“Ok well come find me when you're done and we can have a killer movie night!” Mark said with enthusiasm.

Nodding you moved towards the bathroom to turn on the hot water. Stripping of my stinky work clothes. I turned the temperature nozzle to a nice hot temperature, not hot enough to burn, but hot enough to melt away the stress of the day. Moving your tense body into the shower provided an almost immediate release of stress. Working in general takes its toll on your body. Sometimes you wonder if it's really worth it, but the decent paycheck keeps you from moving on.

Letting all of these worries wash away under the pelting water was very pleasant. Soon though your hair was all washed and so was the rest of your body. Although you were excited for a movie, stepping out of the shower and into the cold air was not fun.

Fluff soon surrounded you as soft pants and Mark’s over-sized T covered your body. After getting your hair brushed through you looked at yourself once more in the mirror and walked towards the kitchen. Once in the kitchen your body moved straight towards the fridge finding your favorite apple still sliced up on a plate. Quickly you grabbed the apples and stole a protein bar before moving to the living room where you knew Mark would be waiting.

Slowly padding your way into the living room you were met with a pleasant surprise. Not only did you find your loving boyfriend but you also found all of the blankets in the world spread out on the blow up mattress. 

“Tada!” Mark exclaimed. “I made a big ole floof mess of a bed!”

You smile as you watch Mark beam at his creation.

“Thank you baby, it looks wonderful!” 

“Why thank you” He said “I got around 50 of your stuffies, and at least 7 blankets out here ready to be laid upon by the both of us.”

“Dudeeeee you're the bestest” I said before moving closer to Mark and kissing him softly on the lips.

“Mhmm” he hummed happily in response. “The only thing that I didn’t do was pick out a movie though, I didn't know what we might wanna watch.”

“Well, during my shower I thought the same thing, and BeetleJuice sounds nice.” I say with a smile before moving towards the bed and blankets.

“Oh! I see you in a funny spoopy mood” Mark responded as he looked through the movie piles and grabbed the one we wanted to watch. He quickly moved to pop the disk in and then climbed under the blankets next to me.

“Yeah and?” I asked jokingly before grabbing the remote.

We both had a quick laugh as the movie started up. As the ads played I got comfy and curled up under the blankets, and moved to lay my head on Mark’s chest. I heard a happy hmm vibrate through his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. Considering that work was not fun I was happy to spend time with my favorite person. 

Occasionally we laughed at the funny scenes in the movie but aside from that we stayed silent. Just enjoying the company of each other. Mark was your person and he knew that you had been struggling recently so the gentle smile he saw on my face made him relax a little bit more. 

The movie concluded and so did the night, after enjoying the film both you and Mark moved to the bedroom. Picking every one of the blankets and stuffed animals up and gently throwing them on the bed. After there were a few goodnight kisses the two of you cuddled up and got ready to sleep the rest of the night away.