#baby mo you idiot

[moiraineology]

New Spring read-through: 80% mark

*caution* spoilers ahead!

I'm hoping to make a longer post about New Spring, but for now, I just want to say that it is a true delight to witness baby Mo just being absolutely baby. She is every bit the young adult trying to put on a performance of competence, confidence, and calm, and we know that that eventually hardens into something resembling the truth, but we also know that that (metaphorical) mask she wears continues to cover up a maelstrom of self-doubt even into her older years.

The person who sees through it best is, of course, Lan, who is her age but already a more reserved and careful presence than she, and she hates that about him! Which brings out this totally childish side to her, and makes the disparity worse. Idk. I love seeing her through Lan's eyes in those early days, knowing that such a strong foundation of respect and trust will eventually be built between them. He sees everything about her that she will one day successfully hide. That she already successfully hides, for the most part. He sees the bratty, insecure, wilful, scared, and frustrated kid who has no idea, really, what she's gotten herself into. It makes me love them both even more than I already did, and I already loved them so much :')

[crossbackpoke-check]

i've been thinking a lot about the mojoe show, especially how i miss seeing them together and somehow, i stumbled on your blog and all your tags about them (joe in specific) speak directly to me!

no go on... what are the tags saying to you... come join the mojo(e) jojo hive mind...

[cinnamanz]

✦ ─── 2 𝓱ands , 𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza keep your hands on me.

─── 𝓢ophia never considered herself the jealous type—until you got a haircut. overnight, it was like the whole world had started seeing you differently, comments about how fine you looked haunting her everywhere. no wonder she'd bossed you to have your hands on her at all times.

❝𝓷eed a little less talk, 𝓪nd a lot more touch.❞

౨ৎ 𝓹airing. sophia laforteza x katseye seventh member!yn ౨ৎ 𝓰enre. fluff, established relationship wc. 4417 a/n. good god i need to stop yapping ab details in fics i keep dragging them on on the other hand, this is my compensation for lowk neglecting u guys nd not bringing food to rhe tsble but i fear its school thats got me on a leash nd unless smn takes one for the team nd burns my school down thisll be happening more nd more often CS EXAMS ND ASSESSMENTS R COMING UP NF IMA BAWL CS WTFFFF EVERYTHING IS TOO FAST IM SO LOST FUCKKKKKKK may or may not have taken too long to get to the part where its actually inspired by 2 hands mbmb the use of 2 hands's lyrics was lowk cringy😟 NAWT PROOFREAD AT ALL🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ enjoy homos❤️

❝𝓲 just want your two hands on me at all times, baby. 𝓲f you let go, better put 'em right back, fast.❞

JEALOUSY WAS NEVER SOPHIA’S THING—at least, that’s what she always told herself. she knew you—her girlfriend, loved her. knew with every fibre of her being that you would never do anything deliberate to hurt her, never purposely stoke the ugly fire that smoldered deep in her chest. 

so why was it that, right now, the green-eyed monster clawed its way up her throat, curled around her ribcage, and blurred her vision like a stain she couldn't scrub away?

you’d gotten a haircut a few days ago—something sharper, something that framed your face so effortlessly it was almost unfair. it was the kind of change that ensured the girl crush label stuck to you permanently, as if it hadn’t already. and somehow, impossibly, it made you look even better—dare sophia say hotter—than before.

and safe to say, sophia wasn’t the only one who noticed. unfortunately.

the moment you turned to management and asked if you’d need a wig to hide your fresh cut from the eyekons before going live—like the other members had to in the newest tiktoks they were dishing out—their response was quick, casual—no need, you were free to show it off. gain more attention and eyes on the group before the comeback.

and that was all you needed to hear.

without a second thought, you propped your phone up on the table in your shared room with manon and daniela, fingers adjusting the angle with practiced ease, lips curling into a giddy smile. 

anticipation thrummed in your chest, an excited buzz settling beneath your skin as you ran a hand through your freshly cut hair, contemplating whether to hide it beneath a cap before settling to just tugging on the strings of your hoodie, tucking your hair out of sight from the camera.

the viewer count came rushing in the second you’d tapped ‘start live’, and your curious eyes peered at the camera, squinting to see what they’d been commenting about before shaking your head, a small chuckle of amusement spilling past your lips. 

user56 bro u look like an egg tf user1 humpty dumpty who?? user9 i think she pulls it off idk bout yall user0 ion care she can still get it even tho she looks like an idiot user2 i like them a little weird user89 GIRL TURN IT AWFFF

“i look like an egg like this? oh wow, that’s interesting. thank you.” you deadpanned, amusement flickering in your eyes as you read the comment aloud. a soft laugh slipped past your lips, shaking your head before tilting it slightly, as if assessing your reflection on the screen.

you kept the playful banter going for a few more minutes, responding to teasing messages with quick-witted remarks, occasionally tugging at the edge of your hood in mock offense. finally, you sighed, dramatic and drawn out, before giving in with a knowing hum. 

your fingers found the drawstring of your hoodie, twirling it lazily around one fingertip before tugging it loose. slowly, almost teasingly, you pushed the hood back, revealing the slightly poofy and mussed strands of your fresh haircut, the soft layers settling into place after being trapped beneath the fabric.

the moment your hair was freed, your hands instinctively shot up, smoothing over the mess, fingertips gently carding through the strands in an attempt to tame them. a small mirthful chuckle escaped you, a mix of amusement and mild exasperation at the way the hood had left your hair slightly disheveled. 

but even then, you still looked effortlessly good. and judging by the flood of excited comments rolling in, and eyekons definitely agreed.

"we vibing with it, chat?" you murmured, tilting your head slightly as your fingers absentmindedly combed through your hair, trying to smooth down the strands that had been ruffled by your hoodie. 

your lips pressed into a thin line, dissatisfaction creeping in as you examined your reflection on the screen, the messiness making your fresh cut look a little less put-together than you had intended.

"shouldn’t have actually hidden it away from you guys," you admitted with a soft sigh, shaking your head. "or it wouldn’t have been this messy."

your hands worked quickly, gently pushing some strands into place, but after a moment of struggling, you huffed in mild frustration. deciding to leave it as it was, you leaned forward, reaching for your glasses resting on the table. with practiced ease, you slid them on, blinking a few times as your vision sharpened.

"my bad, guys," you said, lips twitching into a sheepish smile as you settled back into place. "couldn’t be assed to put on my contacts."

user90 raw raw ah ah ah or wtv it was lady gaga said user56 okay guys fess up who tf took my pants user4 iSWEAR my pants were just on user77 and the crowd is… undressing themselves⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ user78 omg girl dont play w me like that i might js make u mine user43 and FUCK whoever’s dating u bruh u look too good ima nut get OUTTTTTT user68 thank GOD my phone’s waterproof‼️‼️‼️ user70 TIL THE NEIGHBOURS LEARN HER NAME😭😭😭😭 user45 FLASH US

the chat exploded with reactions—some gushing over how good you looked, others teasing about your laziness, and more than a few keyboard smashes from people who were clearly losing their minds over the combination of the new haircut and glasses. 

you chuckled at the chaos, pushing your frames up the bridge of your nose before relaxing into the moment, letting the eyekons take it all in.

sophia who was watching just downstairs, however, wasn’t all that amused with the comments that flooded your live.

it was a jumpscare, truly. the moment sophia groggily unlocked her phone and opened tiktok, still blinking sleep from her eyes, she was met—ambushed, really—by an edit of your live from last night. the screen instantly flooded with clips of you, your freshly-cut hair falling effortlessly into place, set to the smooth, sultry beat of redbone by childish gambino.

typical, she thought dryly at the sound choice, but that didn’t stop the way her breath hitched slightly.

the light from her phone bathed her face in a bright glow, illuminating every tiny movement of her fingers as she instinctively scrolled down, her thumb hovering over the comment section before she could even think twice about it. she already knew what to expect, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

and sure enough, the comments were just as bad—if not worse—than the ones from last night. thirsting, keyboard smashes, people losing their goddamn minds over you. all of it blurred together in an overwhelming stream of admiration, and sophia could feel a familiar, unwelcome heat creeping up her neck.

because, god, of course everyone had to notice how good you looked. and of course, they wouldn’t shut up about it.

it didn’t help that the next few swipes on her for you page led to even more edits—clip after clip of your live from last night, set to sultry, slow-burning tracks that only seemed to emphasize just how good you looked. 

the way your freshly cut hair fell into place, the way your glasses slid down the bridge of your nose before you pushed them up absentmindedly, the way you’d smirked slightly at the camera without even meaning to—it was all there, replaying in high definition, edited to perfection, and worst of all, everywhere. god.

sophia groaned, flopping onto her back as she mindlessly scrolled, but she wasn’t about to just watch and let it slide. no, she was documenting this. saving receipts.

in less than an hour, she had added over fifty different edits of you into a private folder under your name, her fingers moving almost on autopilot. every new clip she found—save. another slow zoom-in on your face—save. a dramatic transition to the beat drop—definitely save.

by the time she was done, she was sure she had absolutely flooded the eyekons’ notifications, her name popping up repeatedly as she went on her little jealousy-infused saving spree.

but she didn’t care. not even a little.

because in her mind, this wasn’t just a collection—it was a statement. a quiet, possessive claim, a subtle way of reminding the eyekons exactly who you belonged to. every save, every tap of her screen, was her way of saying: watch all you want, but just know—she’s mine. and wait—no, no, no. jealousy is bad. an ugly feeling she shouldn’t be feeling. 

but the moment you’d walked into her shared room with yoonchae all mussed from sleep and seeking her out first thing in the morning, sliding into bed next to her, body molding onto hers and—to hell with it.

she’d decided to go live the next day out of pure boredom and cause chaos (unbidden flirting).

clad in an oversized black hoodie—one she had definitely swiped from your closet without asking—sophia lounged comfortably in front of the camera, the fabric swallowing her frame in a way that made it clear it was never hers to begin with. 

the sleeves fell just past her wrists, slightly bunched at her hands as she lazily adjusted the hem. paired with it was a black baseball cap, probably one of the few articles of clothing she actually owned, its curved brim casting a subtle shadow over her sharp features.

her free hand drifted to the waistband of the grey sweatpants she was wearing—another piece that was, without a doubt, stolen from your closet. with a quick tug, she adjusted the way they rested on her hips, ensuring they fit just right before letting her hand drop.

user44 GOOD GODDDDD user88 that hoodie looks rlyyyy familiar ms laforteza user51 SOPHIA LIVE OH GOD BLESS😭😭😭😭😭😭 user50 can u be my girlfriend for three seconds user41 BROOOOO I NEED U SO BAD SHUT UPPPP user32 how have u been sophia???

her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as she glanced at the screen, watching the comments flood in—messages filled with excitement, teasing remarks about her outfit, and, of course, plenty of people calling her out for very obviously wearing your clothes again. she simply raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as she leaned in slightly, skimming through the chaotic flood of words.

but she didn’t deny it. not once.

it wasn’t until halfway through the live that the shift in the comment section became impossible to ignore. at first, it had been the usual chaos—people gushing over her, teasing her about the hoodie, and thirsting over every little movement she made. but then, as if on cue, the flood of questions about you started rolling in.

user55 hey queen so whats the deal w y/n?? is she single perchance😌😌😌 user63 is y/n there w u??? user80 is y/n single?? asking for a friend nd research purposes🌚🌚 user66 blink twice if y/n is in the room

mixed in with those were the more audacious ones—the teasing, flirty messages that made sophia’s jaw clench ever so slightly.

user90 how does one marry y/n?? help a girl out pls user82 can i marry y/n??

“no, you can’t marry y/n.” she’d replied, her fingers, which had been lazily toying with the hem of her hoodie, stilled. she blinked at the screen once. twice.

narrowing her eyes, she hooked her fingers under her chin, tilting her head slightly as she peered at the comment section with squinted, unmistakably disapproving eyes. her lips pressed into a firm line, and for a moment, she just stared, letting the weight of her silence settle over the chat.

and if the eyekons watching had any sense at all, they’d know exactly what that look meant.

“what’s that about me?”

sophia’s eyes snapped up from the screen of the live the moment she caught movement from the doorway, her sharp, narrowed gaze instantly softening at the sight of you.

there you stood, bathed in the dim glow of the room, your expression puzzled as you tilted your head slightly, brows knitting together in mild confusion. dressed in baggy clothes—an oversized hoodie that hung loosely over your frame and sweatpants that pooled slightly at your ankles—you looked effortlessly comfortable, the kind of effortlessness that made sophia’s chest tighten just a little. 

your prescription glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, a clear sign that it was far too late in the night for you to bother with contacts. in one hand, you loosely gripped a bottle of water, your other hand absentmindedly brushing at your sleeve as your bare feet padded quietly against the floor, carrying you toward her without hesitation.

completely unaware.

unaware of the absolute chaos happening in her live chat. unaware of the thirsting, the borderline feral comments flooding in, the way the eyekons were already losing their minds over the mere mention of your name. and most of all, unaware of the way sophia was staring at you—conflicted.

because in that moment, she wasn’t sure what she wanted more—to selfishly keep you out of the frame, away from their prying eyes, or to let them see you, let them understand exactly why she looked at you the way she did.

but before she could make a decision, you made it for her.

with an easy step forward, you popped into the frame, completely oblivious to the digital uproar you had just caused, a sweet, sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you greeted the screen. 

"hi, eyekons," you murmured, voice thick with sleep, raspy in a way that sent an immediate shiver down sophia’s spine. "how’re we doin’ tonight? good?"

your words were slow, unhurried, tinged with the warmth of drowsiness as you blinked at the screen, adjusting your glasses with a lazy push of your knuckle against the frame. your lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as you nodded, as if genuinely pleased by the flood of chaotic responses rolling in.

user77 girl i cant do ts rn im ovulating bad user66 standing ovulation or wtv the saying is user62 heyyyy so lunch by billie eilish?? user79 MY DREAM RIDE😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻 user39 WHATT HEJVUKFMFK WHAT THEUCKVLVMK user50 CLEAN UP ON AISLE MY PANTS😭😭😭😭😭😭 user99 cldnt even edge to ts i exploded IMMEDIATELY😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 user34 the crowd would applaud but their hands are busy😭😭😭 user14 i swear my pants were JUST on

"i’m glad," you hummed, voice dipping even lower, softer—dangerous.

sophia didn’t stand a chance.

the moment the sound of your voice filled the room, she could feel the heat crawling up her neck, warm and betraying. without thinking, she subtly turned her face away from the camera, pretending to adjust her hoodie as she desperately tried to will away the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

but of course, you noticed.

your gaze flickered toward her, amusement dancing in your sleep-heavy eyes, and a quiet chuckle slipped past your lips—gentle, teasing.

"what’s with you?" you asked, voice lilting, but sophia refused to look at you, choosing instead to stare pointedly at her phone as if it could somehow save her from this situation.

it absolutely could not.

“nothing,” she tried to fib through her teeth. her face was half-hidden from the camera, but you knew her well enough to picture the exact shade of pink dusting her cheeks, the way she’d press her lips together in a tight line to keep from giving herself away. “don’t worry about it.”

a slow, knowing smile tugged at your lips, though you chose not to push any further—for now. instead, you shook your head in amusement, eyes twinkling as you took in the rare sight of sophia, who was normally so composed, absolutely crumbling before your eyes.

"someone’s suddenly a little camera shy," you mused, voice dipping into something teasing, playful.

sophia let out a quiet huff, still turned away, fingers absentmindedly tugging at the hem of the hoodie she’d stolen from you, as if focusing on that would somehow help her regain her composure.

and for a few minutes, she did just that—taking slow, measured breaths, schooling her features back into something neutral, forcing the heat in her cheeks to die down. when she finally popped back into frame, her expression was much steadier, though the faintest traces of pink still lingered on her skin.

thankfully, the purple lighting she’d chosen for the live worked in her favour, casting a soft glow that helped mask the last remnants of her flustered state. she busied herself with scrolling through the chat, acting as though nothing had happened, her posture relaxed, exuding an air of practiced nonchalance.

or, at least, she tried to.

because just as she started to settle back into her usual rhythm, her brows twitched—barely, but enough—as her ears picked up on something that immediately set her back on edge.

"oh, baby, you’re too sweet," you purred, your voice dripping with playful flirtation as you read a particularly bold comment from an eyekon. "but if you keep talking to me like that, i might just have to take you out on a date."

user51 MY TURN user23 A TEAR ROLLED DOWN MY LEG user89 OHMGYGOD IVOLUNTER ASTRIBYTE user62 RAWRAWRARAWRARWRAW user94 THISMADE BOTH OF MY LIPS SMILE user42 raw i meant AWWWWWW user82 this so made my hole weak I MEANT MY WHOLE WEEK user42 i am not cinderella but ik it fits user51 born to cowgirl, forced to fangirl💔💔💔💔💔 user41 i have nothing appropriate to say HER VOICE UGHHHHH user17 i finally got the water bed everyone wanted in 2016 user88 good now OIL UP user33 YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTE ANIMALS IN HERE WTF ENOUGH GUYS ENOUGH YOU HORNDOGS user21 all ten fingers.

sophia froze.

her grip on her the drawstring of your hoodie tightened slightly, her jaw ticking as she forced her gaze to remain on the screen, pretending to be invested in the chat. 

but anyone who knew her—especially you—could see the barely concealed flicker of irritation in her expression, the slight way her nostrils flared, the way her fingers twitched as if she were this close to reaching out and physically covering your mouth to put an end to whatever nonsense you were spewing.

she knew you were just playing around. she knew it.

but that didn’t stop the possessive heat from curling low in her stomach, nor did it stop the subtle shift in her posture—back straightening, shoulders rolling back, as if preparing to stake her claim without saying a word.

user1 guys im kinda scared of sophia user79 SHES LOOMING HELPPP user52 guard dog who user93 damn sophia my b for even looking at yn user84 im gna sleep now okay?? dont choke me in my sleep pls user77 I WAS JS PLAYING W YN PLS DONT KILL ME user91 holy shit i js got shivers down my spine

sophia hadn’t meant to react so quickly, so instinctively, but the second another flirtatious comment slipped past your lips, she couldn’t hold back anymore. before she even registered what she was doing, her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your arm in a vice grip—possessive, unwavering.

your amusement only grew at the sudden contact, lips parting slightly as you turned away from the chat, gaze landing on sophia. her expression was downright murderous, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with a sharp intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

without a word, she yanked your arm toward her, grip tightening as if to silently remind you who you belonged to. both of her hands locked around your forearm now, as if afraid you’d slip away if she loosened her hold even slightly.

and then—thud.

in her urgency, her knee jerked forward, slamming against the table. the impact sent her phone tumbling forward, landing screen-down with a soft clack, the camera immediately blacking out. the live was still running, but now all the eyekons could hear was the sharp rustle of movement, the sound of fabric shifting, a muffled noise—

because in the very next second, sophia had tugged you forward, pulling you straight between her thighs with a force that left you momentarily stunned. and before you could even process what was happening, her hands were on you—one threading into your hair, fingers tangling at the base of your skull, the other firmly cupping the back of your neck, anchoring you in place.

and then she kissed you.

no hesitation, no teasing buildup—just pure, unfiltered need.

it was all-consuming, the way she melted against you, the way her lips moved with a desperation that sent your mind reeling. 

she kissed you like you were her oxygen, like she had been starving for you this entire time—which she has been to be fair, and now that she had you, she refused to let you go. her fingers tightened in your hair, tugging slightly, as if to draw you in even closer—though there was hardly any space left between you.

but just as you were getting lost in the heat of it—just as you felt yourself melting into her touch—she suddenly pulled away, her hands shifting to your shoulders.

and then, without warning, she pushed you back.

you barely had a second to react before your back hit the couch once again, a soft groan escaping you as sophia moved fast, swinging a leg over your waist and straddling you with ease, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of your hips.

you blinked up at her, breathless, dazed, lips still tingling from the kiss. but she didn’t give you a moment to recover. the rest of the world faded, the chat, the live, the teasing—nothing else mattered except this. except her. just like how she’d intended. and she leaned back in for more.

user77 HELLO??? WHAT IS GOING ON user51 GET ME OUT OF THE BASWMENY user11 BTCHCICHFUHFIE WTAFFDTFYE WHAT IS GOIUNG ON HELLO user78 I HEARD THAT user12 smn pick me up im scared user82 bon appetite to sophia ig user94 AT LWAST END THE LIVE????? user73 am i interrupting sumn user93 freak ON user44 media training went out the window im crying theyre not even tryna hide it HELPPP user25 probably making out in my cellular phone i pay for every month??? diabolical work i feel targeted.

sophia had no idea how she’d ended up here—pressed into the middle of a drunken, swaying crowd, the bass thrumming so hard it rattled her ribs, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and the kind of recklessness that came with too many shots and too little self-control.

this was not what you had promised.

"it'll be chill," you’d said, smiling so sweetly at her earlier, brushing your fingers through her hair as you reassured her that it was just a casual going-away party for your friend—nothing too wild. 

but now? some random guy had the audacity to press up against her, subtly—or not so subtly—trying to grind against her like she wouldn’t notice. like she’d let him.

with an irritated grunt, she shoved him off, barely sparing him a glare before weaving through the crowd, jaw clenched. she barely knew your friend, didn’t care to, really. she wouldn’t even be out of bed right now if it were up to her, more than happy to be curled up under the covers with you, watching mamma mia back to back before switching to your personal favorites—until the two of you inevitably dozed off.

but no.

you just had to have plans. just had to drag her to some bullshit party for a friend jetting off to europe to “find the woman of her life.”

sophia cursed under her breath, her usually calm composure cracking as frustration simmered beneath her skin. her hands itched—aching to grab ahold of you, to pull you against her and make sure every single person here knew you weren’t up for grabs.

the flashing, colorful lights of the room made everything simultaneously too bright and too dim, disorienting her as she searched. the pulse of the music did nothing to drown out the growing sense of urgency clawing up her spine.

she should’ve never let you out of her sight—oh, there you are.

sophia could feel it creeping in—the sharp, insidious burn of jealousy sinking its claws into her chest, wrapping tight around her ribs like a vice for the second time that week.

surrounded by a cluster of women, all too eager to lean in, to bat their lashes, to laugh a little too loudly at something you’d said—something that, knowing you, probably wasn’t even that funny. yet there they were, hanging onto every word, eyes lingering a little too long, bodies angled a little too close.

her jaw clenched.

her vision blurred at the edges, tinted green with something she refused to name, but it propelled her forward before she could think twice, her feet carrying her straight to you, drawn in like gravity itself had shifted. 

she slipped through the crowd with practiced ease, a mask of indifference settling over her features like second nature—calm, cool, unreadable. but beneath the surface? she was nothing but raw chaos.

without a word, her fingers curled around the fabric of your shirt, tugging you back, away from them, to her. her hands moved instinctively, slipping over yours, guiding them down, redirecting—staking claim.

she flattened your palms against her waist, holding them there, her body pressing into yours like she needed you closer. always.

“want your two hands on me at all times, baby.” sophia's voice was a low murmur, silk-smooth and deliberate as she tilted her head back, lips just barely grazing your cheek before trailing toward your ear, a slow, teasing whisper meant for you—but performed for the lingering eyes around you.

“and if you let go, better put ‘em right back fast.” her grip on your hands tightened, guiding them to press firmer against her waist, as if daring you to even think about moving them away. her fingers curled around yours, possessive, a silent command to stay put. her heart pounded, a steady rhythm against your skin. 

"want your two hands on me.” like my life needs saving, she’d have dared utter if she wasn’t too lost in the way your breath hitched, fingers twitching against hers.

and maybe it did.

she leaned in closer, lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear, her breath warm and slow, sending shivers down your spine. “let ‘em all know.”

her hand ghosted back, fingers featherlight as they traced along your jaw before tilting your chin up just enough to meet her gaze, dark and unreadable.

“can you do it like that?”

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[nerdlvr]

⟡ let me suck your tits?

(MDNI)

suggestive , chenle x reader , intimate touching but not really sexual , boob sucking , boob kissing , soft sweet loving , they're cuddling in bed btw , soft chenle , kinda sub chenle , yes y/n calls chenle kitty i don't make the rules (yes i do) , some pet names , requested here

"missed you today."

you let out a soft hum as he kissed your cheek, his hands rubbing softly at your waist.

"did you now?"

his nose poked harshly against your cheek, his giggles soft against your cheek as you squirmed away.

"shut up, 'course i did pretty."

he turned to gently lay on top of you, your bodies sinking into the bed.

"kitty- you're heavy-" you poked at his sides, only a soft mhm leaving his lips as he started to kiss your face.

his lips were soft against your skin, slightly parted so his tongue could poke you.

you giggled under his touch, hands running up his back and into his hair to gently pull at the strands. he groaned softly at the feeling, lips trailing down your neck and towards your collarbones.

your breath hitched slightly as his hand reached under your shirt, cold fingertips teasing your skin. you reached down to cup his cheek, his eyes now drifting up to meet yours, "you look so pretty from down here."

you threw your head against your pillows, shaking chenle slightly as you giggled under him, cheeks flushing at the compliment, "you're an idiot."

you felt his breath against your skin as he let out a soft laugh, a little mhm following after as he continued to kiss your chest.

his hands continued to fidget under your shirt, softly pinching at your soft skin, warming his hands against your tummy.

"let me suck your tits?" you looked down at him to see his pouty lips, cheeks slightly flushed as he rutted his growing length against your leg.

"when have i ever said no?" his pout turned into a wide grin as he quickly reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your bare breasts.

your chest tightened as the cool air hit your nipples, chenle's fingertips following soon after to rub against the sensitive bud.

"i love you." his voice was low, but sweet, a soft smile playing against his lips as he began to plant kisses along the swell of your breasts.

"i love you to-"

"i was talking to your tits babe."

you smacked his shoulder softly, rolling your eyes as he laughed against your chest, long hair tickling your skin.

"just kidding, you know i love both of you- youu-" he planted a light kiss to your right breast, "and you-" a kiss to your left breast.

you let him have his moment, ignoring his little confessions of love towards your tits as he started to plant kisses along your nipples, tongue peeking out to get a taste of your skin.

"call me your baby-" he licked at your skin, tongue dragging around your nipple, his soft eyes looking up at you.

"you're my baby lele- such a sweet boy." you rubbed his hair, fingers threading through the blonde strands.

"thank you."

moments like this made you forget how much suffering chenle made you go through. the tickling, the chasing around the house, the burning of food. none of that mattered as he wrapped his lips around you nipples, eyes fluttering shut at the taste.

he moaned softly, his arms wrapping around your back to pull you closer, his face smushed against your supple breast.

you let out a sigh as he suckled softly, fingers running through his hair to soothe his breathing. he relaxed into your touch, his breath warm against your breast as he remained glued to your nipple.

"kitty you can't sleep like this-"

he hummed into your breast, tongue never leaving your skin, "remember that time i let you sleep with my soft dick in your mo-" you patted him lightly urging him to stop.

"okay i get it-" you leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead, a small smile spreading on his lips, "you're really annoying you know that right?"

he chuckled at your comment, the soft sound of suckling being his response.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 09 - Shower Sex]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Namjoon x sub f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Idol!Namjoon

Kinks: clothed sex (he doesn’t bother to undress before he joins her), he wears a suit, cunnilingus, body worship, praise, good girl kink, vaginal fingering, slight strength & muscle kink, blowjob, edging (m.receiving), vaginal penetrative sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampie, mentions of having dirty fantasies all day, he is so obsessed with her, cuddly & loving aftercare

Wordcount: 3.2k

a/n: at some point, all i could picture was Nanami in the hair pulling scene like this is how i pictured Joon to look in his wet shirt jdjfaj make with this information what you want. i also notice a pattern with my Joon girlies, you guys really wanna see him in a shower jdfsjf

Namjoon had a long day at the office. He had interviews to hold, had lyrics to write and meetings to attend. It was an exhausting, tiring day, but that all starts to lessen the moment the apartment door falls in its lock behind him.

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out and begins taking off his outside clothes.

You don’t come running to greet him, which wasn’t such a surprising thing to happen, but this evening he is sad about it. It would have cheered him up a lot to be greeted by you. But alas, he has to wander through the house in search for you. Your hobby room is already cleaned up for the day and you laid out a few restaurant menus for dinner. Namjoon flips through the options, deciding on a jjajangmyeon place in the end. He leaves his bag by the dining table and calls out for you again.

You don’t answer him, but he is starting to get a gist of where you are. His latest album is playing from the direction of the bathroom. Namjoon smiles as he makes his way to you. You like to deny it but Namjoon always calls you his biggest fan. There are too many occasions where he comes home to you listening to his music and it always does something to him. Tonight it makes him crave every breath you take and every syllable you could ever mutter.

He knocks.

“Joon, is that you?” you call out and turn the music down.

“Yes, it’s me baby”, Namjoon confirms, “I know you’re showering right now, but can I come in?”

“It’s open.”

Namjoon slips into the bathroom, letting the door fall closed. You turned off the water for now, spreading soap on your skin. The air smells floral and good. Namjoon inhales deeply, feeling his chest lighten. This is your scent.

“Hey there baby, how was your day?” you ask him.

“I’m just glad that it’s over. I had to deal with too many fucking idiots.”

“I’m sorry to hear this. Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, “just keep showering, I’m okay just looking at you.”

You chuckle, “okay, if you say so”, you say and turn your back to him so you could wash off the soap. You do so with the rain shower, using the opportunity to wet your hair as well. Your eyes are closed for it so you have no idea what Namjoon is doing until you suddenly feel two hands on your waist.

You smile, turning with your hands instantly seeking his chest.

“Huh?” You open your eyes. No Namjoon in front of you. “Baby?”

“Down here.”

You look down. Namjoon is kneeling in front of you, still dressed in his office suit which is now getting wet. He also didn’t bother to take off his glasses, looking up at you past their foggy, watery lenses. His clothes are already sticking to his sculpted body, especially around his chest and arms the fabric is stretching.

“What are you doing? You’re getting your clothes wet”, you gasp and try to turn the water off.

“I’m already wet, just let me have a taste, baby. Please”, he begs.

“Do you mean that?” your heart is racing.

“Yes, please. All I thought of today was you. You kept me sane as much as you drove me crazy. I want you so much I can barely breathe.”

“Holy fuck, Joon”, you get out. You reach out to at least take off his glasses, placing them on the soap stand for now. Then you nod your head.

“Thank you. Baby, holy fuck”, he moans and pulls you closer. He connects his puffy lips with your lower stomach, kissing every inch of it while his masculine hands are running along your back.

You are terribly sensitive on your stomach so having him kiss you with such devotion is making your skin feel electric. You sigh his name, gasping each time he sucks on your skin gently.

“You smell so good. I’m addicted to you, baby”, he purrs in this terribly deep and seductive voice of his’. He dances his nose over your skin until his lips are on your hip bone. You are especially tender there and Namjoon worships it with eager kisses and languid licks.

“Joon, this”, you get out, following it with a quiet moan. If he wasn’t holding you in his strong arms like this, you would already crumble.

Namjoon purrs and kisses a way to your other side to repeat what he did. He wants you to feel worshipped everywhere, not one ounce of your perfect body should feel left out. The thought of holding you, touching you, was everything that kept him going today. He spoke of new music and answered the tiring questions of the uncreative interviewers with utter professionalism, but in his mind he was undressing you and making you arch your back. He listened to the egotistical, greedy ideas of the company and tried to redirect them in the most respectful of ways, but in his mind he was burying his fingers in your warm walls and making you scream his name. You were the very thing that kept him going today, so he truly wants to savour you now that he finally truly has you.

He lifts his lips from your well-loved skin, making himself taller by lifting his butt from his feet. His tender hands dance up your back as he goes, his eyes never leave your face. Once he truly straightened up, he reaches you just under your breasts, resting his chin against the spot.

“My motherfucking muse”, he says, voice vibrating in his chest.

You smile, although drunkenly, and run your fingers through his wet hair. It sticks to his face so prettily, glides through your fingers like it was made to be touched by you. Namjoon closes his eyes and smiles, body tingling from the touch.

“Yeah, you seriously are”, he decides in a raspy whisper, moving his head to kiss your upper stomach. He slides his hands to your sides, guiding them down as he kisses a trail to your heat.

“Joon, oh god”, you croak, chasing his lips needily. You really want him to use his mouth on your aching pussy. You can’t take much more.

“What do you need, my baby?” he asks, voice tickling your skin.

“Your mouth, please.”

“Mhhm, you’re so sweet when you beg for me”, he lulls, fulfilling your wish gladly. He tilts his head back and connects his mouth with your heaven. He parts you with the help of his tongue by flicking it through your folds slowly and with thought behind his movements. The way you sigh his name and grip his hair is so fucking addicting. The way you close your eyes and tilt your head back will always be his most favourite view.

When you are like this, he wants to make you feel so good. He exists just for your pleasure, feeding on your every reaction.

He connects his fingers with your pussy, massaging your entrance while his tongue circles your clit.

“Yes, please”, you beg, hips stuttering in anticipation.

Namjoon pushes into you, moaning with you as he fills you out. So warm and soft. The real sensations will always be so much better than any fantasy ever could. Namjoon closes his eyes, purring your name as his tongue makes sweet love to your clit. He pumps his fingers in and out of you carefully, helping you get used to having him with you again.

“Joon, please don’t stop”, you croak, dropping your back against the shower wall just so you can arch it. You lift your right leg and put it over his shoulder, keeping him closer like this. You open up so much better for him and Namjoon takes it eagerly. He growls into you, lips and tongue working together to devour your sweet clit while his fingers curl inside you in search for your favourite spot. He knows your body blindly, so it only takes him a moment before he has you arching your back again as you moan his name, walls throbbing round his long digits.

“There, Joon”, you whimper, twisting his hair.

Namjoon growls into you, curling his fingers right where you need it most. Your clit is throbbing under his tongue, growing in size. He swears that he feels high. You are so sweet and so hot.

He drops his other hand from your waist and begins rubbing himself over his soaked slacks. His cock is so hard and swollen, twitching into his palm as he tries to make it easier to bear. His mind is running wild with fantasies of you. He is taking you against the wall, bending you over and taking you from behind, carrying you as the water soaks you and it’s driving him insane. His mind is his own worst enemy and he only realises that he began taking out his frustrations on you when you wail up with shaking knees.

“This is making me cum! Joon! Please!”

Namjoon comes back to reality. His fingers picked up speed, making angry love to your cunt and his mouth is making out with your clit sloppily. He became a little rough with you, bringing you close like this.

Namjoon growls because that is all he can do and keeps the rhythm going, rubbing himself faster as well. He peels his eyes open, keeping you pinned in a dark, hungry look.

“Namjoon! Ah!” you moan and arch off the wall, grabbing his head with both hands and closing your leg around him tighter as you break on his fingers.

Namjoon helps you through it with a dizzy head and his cock throbbing in his slacks. By the way you shake and scream, it is one of the more intense ones. He loves them because of how fucking honest they are. Not that you ever have to fake your orgasms with him. Namjoon plays your body as well as he plays his fucking music, he pays attention to you as well as he does to the words he writes. You are his most beloved artwork and the one he takes care of the very best. Orgasms with him are never fake, but damn, sometimes they’re just so intense you swear you pass out for a second.

This right now is one of those orgasms and as it dies down you have to tug him off of you because you were just too sensitive.

“Break please, too much”, you beg.

“Mhm good girl”, he lulls, redirecting his lips to kissing your inner thigh and his fingers to hold your leg.

“You are so mean. Why did you make me cum like this?” you whine, panting heavily.

Namjoon lets out one of his deep chuckles, smirking against your skin, “because your pleasure is important to me. You know that it is.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me one day”, you say and chuckle breathily, “fuck.”

“Mhm, yeah”, he purrs and sets down your leg carefully. He begins standing up, kissing a path up your body as he does until he is face to face with you. He cradles your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss. Just by the way his lips move against yours and how he can’t seem to stay quiet, you know that he is still hungry for more.

You break the kiss, giggling when he chases you needily.

“Do you want more?”

“Can you take more?”

“What a question, Joonie”, you say, playing with his hair.

“Fuck baby”, he sighs, dropping his forehead against yours, “I want you like I want coffee in the morning.”

“Mhm, my poet”, you purr playfully and drop to your knees.

“What are you doing?” he gasps, knees buckling as he watches you open his slacks. You tug them over his butt together with his briefs. His cock jumps free, slapping his stomach and making him moan in relief. The volume of his sounds grows as you sink him into your mouth a second later.

“Wait woah”, he yelps, gripping your head with both hands, “wait, wait, wait. Stop.”

You let him pull you off, allowing your drool to drip out of you.

“Don’t do that”, he hisses.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m too sensitive.”

You giggle, melting his heart with the sound of it, “and? Just try not to cum too soon”, you say and take him back inside. You make puppy eyes up at him, moaning around his cock and bopping your head back and forth.

Namjoon scrunches his face, wobbling so much that he ends up having to seek support on the wall. His arm tenses, stretching the fabric of his shirt. His wet hair hangs into his face like this, the water trickles down his big body. You mewl because of the view, sliding your hand to his balls to play with them as you fuck his cock with your throat. When you are like this with him, you have no gag reflex, no desire to breathe. Everything you exist for and need is his cock deep in your throat. 

“Fuck baby, you’re too much”, Namjoon lulls, deep voice even deeper. He pets your head gently, scrunching his nose and following it with an angry, “fuck.”

You mewl, sliding off of him enough that you can circling your tongue around him as you suck him greedily. The combination of your wet tongue and the intense sucking, makes his knees buckle.

“Shit baby”, he curses, dropping his other hand on the tiles as well. He falls to his elbows, head hanging between his arms and lips parted as the deepest moans roll of his tongue. He can’t even look at you anymore, eyes squeezed shut and brows tightened.

He turns you on so much. You massage his balls needily, sinking more of him back into your willing mouth. You have so much drool inside you that his girth fucks it out of you, forcing it to drip down your chin. You don’t mind the mess when it means making Namjoon moan like this.

“Baby, you’re too much”, he purrs, hips twitching each time you bottom out. It feels so good. All he fantasised about today was you and how it would be to pleasure you. His own body fell short in his fantasies, so to have you suck his cock like this, overwhelms him in the best way possible. You are so warm, so soft and so fucking sloppy. He could cum in your mouth, he knows you would like that. He would just have to let go, to give in, to give up control over his body. He could do it. Right now. Just do it.

“No baby, don’t”, he stops you, pulling you off his aching cock.

“Why?” you mewl, pouting at him. Your lips are puffy from use, your nose is a little snotty.

“I can’t cum in your mouth.”

“Yes, you can. Please”, you say and stick out your tongue.

“No, baby”, he denies you, cradling your cheek, “stand up.”

You obey his order, letting him pull you to your feet just by holding your cheek. He presses you against the wall, keeping one arm around you. Like this, you rest on it while he finds support by leaning his elbow against the wall.

“Put your leg around me.”

You obey.

“That’s it. Keep looking at me.”

“Joon”, you whimper, having to writhe as his cock breaches your dripping cunt.

“Keep looking at me, baby. Keep fucking looking at me.”

“Joon oh god.”

“Hurts?”

“No, just…gonna cum on your cock again. Feels so good.”

“Mhm, it does. Baby, your pussy is where I fucking belong”, he purrs and bottoms out. He picks up a passionate, deep rhythm instantly, tasting your moans and feeling you shake, “that’s where I’m supposed to pump my fucking load. Deep inside you, claiming you, making you mine. Fuck baby, all I thought of today was fucking you deep and slow.”

“Joon”, you whimper, hands unable to decide whether you want to clutch his broad shoulders or twist his hair.

“Keep moaning my name like this, good girl. What a fucking good girl you are”, he purrs, making hot love to you with his eyes just as much as he does with his perfect cock. The way he has you angled and how he pulls you closer with each thrust, allows his tip to fuck against your g-spot each time he bottoms out. Your clit rubs against his stomach like this and sometimes when you arch your back, your nipples rub against his clothed chest. If there is one word to describe how he makes you feel it would be enchanted because every single fiber of you exists for him and his magic touch.

“I’m yours”, you croak, fingers finally gripping his hair to twist it. You cannot take it any other way.

“You are, baby. Mine. All mine to fuck and fantasise about and fucking love. Mine. My woman”, he rasps, fucking into you in deep, long strokes with each word. It shakes you, ruins you to the very core. You thought that his mouth and fingers are your damnation but you were wrong. This is it. Sensitive from you first orgasm, riled up from sucking his cock and now cradled against his strong body as he pumps his cock into you, you find your second orgasm of the evening.

You sob into him, clutching him for dear life while he holds you safely. His hips never slow down, helping you reach highs you never thought able to reach.

“Good girl, cum on my cock. My good girl, scream my name like this, yes that’s it”, he talks you through it because he always does. If his mouth wasn’t preoccupied with making you cum, he always makes sure to make you cum with it another way. There isn’t one orgasm with him where he doesn’t talk you through your shakes and whimpers.

Tonight it makes you tense up so vigorously that Namjoon finds no strength to go on.

“Can I cum inside?” he gets out.

“Yes, please”, you whimper, hugging him tighter.

“___”, he moans and breaks, finally reaching the kind of heaven he craved for all day. He pumps into you in sloppy, quick ruts, growling into your neck and holding you against him as tightly as possible. This is everything he wanted and more and once he finally comes down, he feels shaken to the core.

He holds you, kissing whatever part of your body he can reach.

“Baby, my baby, oh my baby. I love you, I fucking missed you, oh baby. How are you? Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I love you”, he babbles, carrying his heart on his palms.

“I love you too, baby. I feel so good and you didn’t hurt me”, you say.

“But you’re shaking, baby was I too rough?”

“No, just shaking because it was intense. And ‘cause I’m a little cold.”

“You are? Oh baby, I’m sorry. Let’s dry up and cuddle on the couch, yeah?”

“Mhm yeah”, you move your head so you can look into his eyes. You smile, wiping his hair out of his face.

He leans into the touch, feeling star struck. He is so happy to be yours.

“I can’t believe you horndog didn’t even bother to undress.”

“I was so horny, you have no idea.”

You giggle, “you’re cute.”

He smiles, “what do you think of Jjajangmyeon? I saw the menus outside.”

“Sounds amazing. They taste especially well after shower creampies.”

“Shut up”, he says, suddenly feeling shy.

“Never”, you tease, chuckling fondly as you pull him into an adoring kiss.

[insomniakisses]

Misdirected Anger

Character: Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)

Reader type: Gender neutral

Warnings/Notes: mentions of B&C, mentions of blood and minor bodily harm, reader is married to Rhaenyra as is daemon, but no relationship to daemon stated, mentions of past trauma and Viserys being an awful father. Cannon Targcest, reader involved Incest, Targaryen reader. Hurt & Comfort

You couldn’t believe it. Every time you thought about it you felt sick. When your sister and wife, Queen Rhaenyra, had given the order for Aemond’s death you promised that to her along with her council. Daemon had presented you with his plan that he would sneak someone in to kill Aemond, promising it would only be Aemond who died.

You had agreed, too easily now you thought about it, helping him sneak out and sale off to kings landing while you distracted your wife. Usually you wouldn’t trust Daemon, he was known for his temper and violence but he was your wife’s husband and your uncle you had assumed you could.

You couldn’t. The news the following council meeting made you feel sick you stared at him, his smirking smug little face as your queen denied and denied the accusation. Having known the pain of loosing one’s child she would never have given such an order. Neither would you.

They excuse themselves to talk, the council departs all but you and Rhaenys. She watches you, the watery eyes and the far away expression and she scoffs.

“You thought you could trust him?” Its a statement that leaves her lips, as she knows the answer already.

Her expression, however, softens when she notices the blood dripping from your hands. Having dug your nails in to your palms and how you look like you might pass out. She moves to stand, guiding you up and to your chambers.

On the way a pissed off Daemon storms past pushing you aside in his temper. You call after him to no avail letting out a shaky breath when a guard informs you of the Queen summoning you. With a not so reassuring squeeze to the arm Rhaenys leaves you.

You follow the guard, the feeling of nausea rising and tears freely flowing. You feel like a child again, about to be berated for your actions by the ruler of the realm made to feel small and insignificant in the eyes of the crown.

You barely step a foot inside before shes yelling, her anger towards Daemon, only fuelled by their argument, all being directed at you. You can hardly think strait your head spins and your hearing comes and goes the noise of the room drowning out to focus on your erratic heart beat before an insult is thrown your way again.

Small. You feel it, like your back in kings landing and its your father standing in front of you. Her voice being replaced in your mind with his, he never did like you. A fact everyone well knows, Rhaenyra herself had been the one you ALWAYS ran to. At least until Daemon became more important. Yet here she was the same ice look in her eyes. The same insults.

“Useless.” “Idiotic.” “Good for nothing.” “Waste of a space.” “Disappointed.” “I hate yo-“

She stops herself on the last one, mouth hanging open as she gasps, having turned round to see your state. Knees to your chest head resting on them as you dig your nails into your skin breathing heavy.

“Baby!” She tells falling to her knees in front of you, but your already gone, shut down and deep into your own head.

Whimpers and babbles of apologies escaping you as you rock yourself, having learnt to sooth yourself from a young age, it breaks her heart knowing she caused you such great pain and she feels guilt at the jumbled words that leave your mouth next.

“Dae-“ *gasp* “mo-n” *gasp* “Aemond” *whimper* “pro-omised” *gasp* “kill” *breathing speeds up*

She nods scooping you into her arms, and onto her lap, her hand rubbing your back as she sways you like you would a small child. Three kisses are placed to your head as her other hands plays with your hair. Her soft voice whispering “breathe baby” and “I’ve got you little dragon”

Your eyes close as you grasp at her dress, head nuzzling against her neck as your breathing calms. Hiccups escaping now and then as silent tears fall against her neck.

She stands carrying you to bed laying you down softly you watch with wet eyes and droopy eyelids as she undresses you to your underclothes in an attempt to cool your warm skin down, undressing herself before climbing in bed with you.

She lays behind you, humming when you turn to lay on her chest, her hands doing back to playing with your hair and rubbing your back. She kisses your head again, her signature three kisses, her hand tracing “I Love You” on your back and you let your eyes clothes as she whispers apologies and praises. Promising to never treat you like that again.

You just hope this is still the case when Daemon returns.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Apr 9th

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1. Are there any fics that have wei ying adopting/parenting lan jingyi? TIA 😁 @eeeeeeeeeeeeagle

IF by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 94k, WangXian, QingJue, Aftermath of Violence, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Fix-It of Sorts, BAMF LWJ, Golden Core Reveal) but it is not the focus of the fic

if i had the strength by agloeian (M, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Fix-It, somewhat of a case fic, Heaven Official’s Blessing inspired gods & ghosts, No Spoilers for Heaven Official’s Blessing, Mild Alcohol Abuse, Mental Health Issues, WWX is not in a great place for a lot of this fic, He Gets Better Though!, this fic is all about learning to give yourself the help you give others tbh, Baby LJY, recovery fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

All The Years Lost by UseMyMuse (T, 26k, WangXian, Teen Pregnancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Single Parent AU, Forced misunderstandings, Forced miscommunication, Mpreg)

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2. hii!! im in the mood for fics that dive into wwx dealing with cannibalism and his time in the burial mounds!! super angsty please. (if possible try and find ones where others find out he had to resort to cannibalism) thanks!! @mikaoyoo

🔒 Three Months, but One Day Shy by mondengel (M, 1k, Angst, Gore, Cannibalism, Horror, 🔒 [Podfic] Three Months, but One Day Shy by flamingwell)

💖 the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Starvation, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Body Worship, Praise Kink, ft. WWX’s really fucked up relationship with food, PTSD, Flashbacks, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Cannibalism) the absence of hunger touches on how cannibalism contributes to Wei Ying’s disordered eating.

🔒the aftertaste of desperation by moonshine (princemin) (M, 4k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Nightmares, Cannibalism, Corpse Eating, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

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3. i'd like to ask for two recommendations

A) any fanfic where wei wuxian is unsatisfied with lan wangji in bed and they talk about it

B) any fanfic where mo xuanyu is an obstacle in wangxian's relationship. maybe something where they broke up, and when wei wuxian came back, lan wangji was with mo xuanyu

thank you so much! I love your blog, have a great day! 🫶🏽 @witchsik

3A)

Love with urgency (but not with haste) by ChoAyako (E, 5k, WangXian, Anal Sex, Bottoming from the Top, Riding, inappropriate use of the Lan forehead ribbon, Multiple Orgasms, slightly dominant WWX, Bondage)

WTF?! My Husband Is Into Vanilla Sex?!! by sweetlolixo (M, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Humor, Crack, Fluff, Romance, Wangxian canon breeding kink, WWX's canon self-lubricating asshole)

Bad Sex, Good Loving by Nyatci (E, 18k, WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/referenced WWX/Others, Implied/referenced LWJ/Others, One night stand WangXian, PWP, but like, Bad Porn with Good Plot, The Plot is the Porn being Bad, Self-Esteem Issues, Communication Failure, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Practice makes perfect, They work on the communication thing eventually, Under-negotiated Kink, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, mild angst with a very happy ending, BDSM Undertones, Consensual Non-Consent)

if there ever was a perfect couple this one qualifies by wildwestwind (E, 4k, WangXian, Gender Changes, Rope Bondage, Cunnilingus, anorgasmia, Consensual Non-Consent, in like the mildest possible way, Gentle Dominant LWJ, Masturbation, Lack of Communication, Fluff, arguably this entire fic is heterosexuality kink, the premise of this fic is that it would be hot if LWJ were a straight dude, conventional gender roles are fetishy, Idiots in Love, Female WWX) note that this one is het (wwx was cisswapped)

3B)

A storm without a warning by Spodumene (E, 22k, WangXian, WangYu, Modern AU, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Masturbation, Eventual Smut, Pining, Denial, Drunkenness, Jealousy, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Say More by lettered (E, 95k, WangXian, WangYu, Modern AU, Pining, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, non-graphic drug use, non-graphic withdrawal, Drug Addiction, one suicidal thought, Compulsory Heterosexuality, wwx kisses a girl, Sexuality Crisis, Gay Panic, some gender confusion and questions without serious gender questioning, incorrect definition of omnisexuality, Open Relationships, Masochistic Fantasies, non-graphic sadomascochistic realities, humiliation fantasies, Submission Fantasies, some D/s realities, one condomless blowjob, suggestions of some unhealthy co-dependence, Possessive Behavior, Slight Consensual Non-Consent Frottage, the open relationship is not wangxian, since people keep asking)

here's to the goth twinks who brunch by damnslippyplanet (M, 3k, WangXian, mentioned past WangYu, Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, pure unfiltered nonsense, Fluff)

🔒 backfire by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, WangXian, WangYu, one-sided XianYu, MingYu, Modern AU, Biologically Determined Dom/sub Roles, BDSM, Bad BDSM etiquette, Sadism Masochism, Past Sexual Abuse, Sexual Slavery, Self-Harm, BDSM as a Form of Self-Harm, Minor Character Death(s), Arson, Shades of Black Widow WWX, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Normalized Homosexuality and Bisexuality, Normalized Polyamory, Nonsexual BDSM, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Pining WWX, Jealous WWX, Touch-Starved WWX, Professional Dominant WWX, Sex Worker WWX, Gentle Dom LWJ, Mean Dom LWJ, Oblivious LWJ, Past WC/WWX, Minor JGY/WWX, Mentioned WWX/Others, Emotional Infidelity, Angst with a Happy Ending, Endgame Wangxian, MXY Also Gets a Happy Ending, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

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4. Amy fics where wwx finds a baby in the rubble of the sunshot campaign and adopts them? (Preferably a oc, not a-yuan).

🧡 Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WangXian, WWX & WQ & WN, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Angst, Not JC Friendly, BAMF WWX) I’m not sure if this is quite what they’re looking for because some of the characters time travel but in Never Again, Wei Ying adopts a little girl found in the rubble of a village on the way to Qinghe during the war.

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5. For itmf, I’d love some tooth rotting fluff fics that are just wangxian being dumb affectionate husbands @forestcorpsecrys

Thinly Veiled by thunderwear (G, 1k, WangXian, Weddings, Tenderness, Kissing, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Intimacy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

A Joy To Share by stellarmusings (G, 9k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Adoption, Family Feels, Parenthood, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

giant rabbits cannot be pets by MukashiMukashi (T, 1k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, Humor, Fluff, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Implied Bottom!LWJ, Married Life, Married Couple, Family, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

Wei Wuxian, God of Fertility by tired (T, 19k, WangXian, Family Feels, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, the juniors get REAL drunk, Gossip, POV Multiple, surprisingly not an mpreg fic, Kissing, Self-Esteem Issues, Discussion of Porn and Sex, Post-Canon, SOFT SOFT SOFT, married wangxian, Fluff and Humor, PSA: touching forehead ribbons gets you pregnant)

Brilliant Love by brooklinegirl (E, 9k, WangXian)

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (G, 3k, wangxian, modern, established relationship, fluff, humor)

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6. I'm in the mood for some cracky time travel fics, please!

A Brother's Woes by pupeez4eva (M, 2k, WangXian, Crack, Humor, Time Travel)

❤️ I Started From the Bottom/And Now I’m Rich by x_los (E, 57k, WangXian, WWX/Others, Mutual Pining, Marriage of Convenience, Arranged Marriage, No Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, WQ Lives, Transmigration, Time Travel, Weddings, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy, Black Widow, Protective Siblings, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Sugar Baby, consort, Politics, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Crack Treated Seriously)

Intriguing by nirejseki (G, 6k, WangXian, Matchmaking, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Crack)

as it should be by Sienne (T, 850, Pre-WangXian, Time Travel, Crack)

🔒💖 The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WWX & WQ, LXC & WWX, Fix-It, Time Travel, LXC time travels, Canon Divergence, Possessive LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Fluff, Siblings, Romance, Golden Core Reveal Golden Core Fix-It, crack-y idea taking itself far too seriously)

Shufu! Please, Don’t Take My Man! by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 8k, WangXian, implied NieLan, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack Treated Seriously, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Jealousy, rushed wedding, Happy Ending, Everybody lives/Some people die, Attempt at Humor, Sexual Tension, Tiny YZY warning near the end, Shotgun Wedding)

🔒Jin Zixuan Does the Time Warp by marigold_sigil (G, 7k, XuanLi, Time Travel, Fix-It, Crack Treated Seriously, Awkward JZX, Good Person JZX, Temporary Character Death, Everybody Lives, JZX & WWX Friendship, Good Sibling JZX, JZX makes friends, Bad Humor, JZ Bashing, JGS Bashing, Qíshān Wēn Sect Bashing, Sect Leader JZX, POV JZX, Canon Relationships, JGY Redemption)

🔒ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water by RoseThorne (G, 1k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JYL & WWX, JC & WWX, WWX & WQ, LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, Time Travel Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Future Character Death, Timey-Wimey, Truth, Honesty, Guilt, Crack and Angst, POV Third Person, POV WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc)

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7. Heyy. Thank you so much for you help last time. I'm in the mood for a fic where:

A) Everyone is thirsty for Wei WuXian. Like everyone realizing just how attractive, intelligent, etc. Wei WuXian is and just well, gush and all about, anything with this kinda vibe.

B) Fics where Shizui is raised by single dad WWX and is very protective over WWX. Even from Lan Wangji or anything similar.

C) any fics with the same vibe of Game Night by Hobbsy3 (sorry I don't know how to link) @thewintersoldier2002

7A)

The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son) by meyari (T, 4k, WangXian, attempted child molestation (discussed), sexual assault (awareness of the possibility, it doesn't happen ever, beauty as a tool, Smart WWX, Protective JYL, Protective JC, Good Parent JFM, Protective YZY, Everyone Lives)

That Time Everyone Assumed the Yiling Patriarch was Ugly by tinitin (M, 4k, WangXian, Inappropriate Humor, Canon Divergence, Crack, Getting Together, Early Wangxian)

Transcend by covalentbonds (not rated, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Smut, YLLZ WWX is prettiest fight me)

7B)

🔒 how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)

Picture Perfect by manaika (M, 22k, WangXian, WWX/Other(s), Past Relationship(s), Widower WWX, Grief/Mourning, Getting Together, Families of Choice, Family Feels, Stepfather WWX, WWX is the father who stepped up, LSZ is a Wei, Single Parent WWX, Asexual Character, Aromantic Relationship, Platonic Life Partners, it's all in the past and only mentioned/discussed when relevant, Sex-Favorable Asexual WWX, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Modern, Past Character Death, Food Intake Related Medical Issue (not what you think))

The Winner Takes It All by YilingSani (M, 46k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, Old Friends, One Night Stands, No Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forgiveness, Second Chances, Inspired by Mamma Mia! (Movies) Teen Pregnancy, Mpreg, mention of miscarriage, Birth Trauma, amniotic fluid embolism)

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8. Does anyone knows of any fics where WWX gets de-aged in the cloud recesses arc and it brings to light the abuse he suffers in lotus pier? Bonus good uncle lan qiren would be appreciated!

🔒💙 Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX) Ok so NOT deaging but a body swap with a similar vibe as what number 8 seemed to be looking for ?

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9. Hello! Good morning/afternoon/evening! For "I'm in the Mood for", what about WWX from different timelines (or alternate universe) appearing at the post-canon timeline? Like YL!WWX, CR!WWX, Pre-Canon!WWX appearing out of thin air and just seeing this timeline's WWX being all snuggly with LWJ and being surprised that they're married.

While they're shocked, LWJ is just in heaven because there are so many WWX now lol

Thank you!

River Stones by littlesystems (M, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study arc, Junior Quartet, Oblivious WWX, Suffering LWJ, Voyeurism) Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are thrown 19 years into the future from the Cloud Recesses arc in River Stones

🔒Timely by apathyinreverie (T, 8k, WangXian, Time Travel, Domestic WangXian, hinted at, Fluff, Fix-It, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Mutual Pining, Smitten LWJ, Genius WWX, Romance) Lan Zhan alone travels to the post-canon future in Timely

These next ones have post-canon Wei Ying and/or Lan Zhan traveling to the past but surprising their younger versions with their affection toward each other:

💖 Hanguang-jun’s Husband by lilacevergarden (alittlemorecreative) (T, 6k, wangxian, time travel, bullying ur younger versions, jealous wwx)

Song of Joy and Regrets by HelloKitten (Not Rated, 134k, wangxian, hualian, WIP, TGCF, Angst, Self-Harm, Child Abuse, characters watching their series, Time Travel Fix-it)

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10. Hey! For ITMF, this is probably a long-shot, but I suddenly thought of this concept and would adore if anyone knew if someone had written it!

With how classist the society is, I was wondering if anyone knew of any fics where someone uses their status for WWX so justice could be had or WWX wouldn't be harmed. Preferably LWJ, but I would take any character so long as the only romance is wangxian.

I remember there being a bit of this in a "watching their lives" fic once (tho icr the name) where it was noted that NHS kept putting himself between WWX and those of a higher status (JC?) so that they wouldn't be as aggressive.

Just something along those lines, where someone leverages their status as support and turns the situation in their favour.

I think these work for 10 in that they have others standing up for Wei Ying when his standing (i.e., “son of a servant”) is brought up:

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 89k, WIP, WangXian, Lan protective team, Time Travel, Past, LWJ oriented, Arranged Marriage, Boys In Love, Soulmates, Fix-It, Jiang siblings, not jiang parents friendly, JC is slowly becoming a good sibling, Soft LWJ, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX)

This Time Around by KouriArashi (T, 83k, JGY & NHS, NHS & WWX, JGY & WWX, Time Travel Fix-It, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Politics, Class Issues, Past Child Abuse, Moral Ambiguity, Everybody Lives, Eventual Happy Ending)

The Threads of Fate by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 182k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, Protective LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Pining LWJ, WWX in WWX’s Body, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Oblivious WWX, Siblings JC & WWX, Supportive JYL, Protective NHS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comic Book Science)

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11. Do you know of any fics (literally any rating) from Lan Wangji's perspective from right after WWX shows up in MXY's body? I am craving his pov of having the love of his life flirting with him and crawling into his bed as a joke/tactic to annoy him. The mix of elation at having WWX's attention and agony that he knows he's not serious. . . I need it 😅

🔒 The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide) there’s a description of this scene from Lan Zhan’s POV in chapter 2 of The Price of Old Wishes

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12. A) Hi! I'm looking for a fix where lan wangji was grovelling and sorry for Wei wuxian.

B) Can you all give me good deleted fanfics that can be found in wayback or either in pdf that you all saved. @lanwuxian0725

12A)

Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You’re an Asshole) by piecrust (E, 22k, WangXian, Porn with Feelings, College/University)

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13. Hello!! For ITMF: I was wondering if you have any fics of canon-divergence where the first incense burner actually happens and how that changes things?/ The aftermath for young lwj and wwx/ how funny or awkward things would be. Preferably a happy ending. Thank you so much !! @haikyuudoin

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14. Hello. Thanks for all the fic recs. This is an ITMF ask. I was wondering if there were any fics based on the japanese drama I Hear the Sunspot, as I thought the dynamic of the leads was extremely WangXian coded. @shenmiao98

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15. Hello! I'm ITMF a fic (or five!) where Lan Wangji takes the time to raid the Cloud Recesses library for any cutsleeve... "learning material." Can be teen or adult, canon or au--I just need this man learning how to be gay.

Thank you! @chef-manardee

the year of drought by idrilka (E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Pining, Getting Together, Wedding Planning, Letters, Instructional Use of Gay Porn)

Just say there's nothing holding you back by edenwolfie (T, 22k, WangXian, Fluff, POV Alternating, POV Outsider, Canon Divergence, Engagement, Developing Relationship, Family Feels, Humor, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, [Podfic] Cold read of the "Just Say Yes" series by edenwolfie by KeriArentikaiPods (KeriArentikai)) which is the second story in a series (Lan Qiren gave Wei Ying an “educational” book in the first story of the series, and Lan Zhan acquires the book to further his own knowledge in this story)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) chapter 36 of Dispersing Clouds

Fentao-laoshi’s Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (microcomets) (E, 31k, wangxian, canon divergence, pining while fucking, friends with benefits, first time, cloud recesses study arc, practice kissing, sharing a bed, jealousy, getting together, confessions, happy ending) Nie Huaisang presents Wei Ying with a book which Lan Zhan confiscates and then reads.

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16. Hello my faves! You all rock! This is ITMF req: Jiang Yanli being the one to time travel. I'd prefer if she's the only one who gets blasted back in time - I've read a few where she is one of several who time travel, but I'd love to see how she goes about trying to fix things solo. Thanks for all you do! @kimboo-york

Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 73k, WangXian, YZY/CSSR/MDM Lan, MingLi, Time Travel, EXTREME Canon Divergence, Wide Focus Narrative, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Most Named/Canon Characters Live, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Families of Choice, Parenthood, this work contains a major tonal shift, Fluff, Angst, Underage Sex, not particularly explicit, but not at all ambiguous, PTSD, Only a tiny bit, Unforeseeable consequences, The butterfly effect, Slightly Dark JYL, Asexual Characters, but that’s not really the focus, Canon-Typical Violence)

from the top, this time with personality by thunderwear (G, 17k, WIP, XuanLi, WangXian, Time Travel, cloud recesses days, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Family Feels)

後悔莫及 (Too Late for Regrets) by liverbiver9 (T, 21k, JYL/OC, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, JYL-centric, POV JYL, Genderqueer WWX, Trans Male Character, Kid Fic, Child WWX, Fluff and Angst, Family Feels, Found Family, WWX is a Wen, technically, Demonic Cultivation, Falling In Love, Assassination Attempt(s), WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, teen wangxian feature in the epilogue!, Minor QingMian, No Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, Everybody Lives, except for WRH and his children lmao, mentioned minor character death, it all happens off screen, Gender Non-Conforming WWX, Trans WWX, Infidelity)

🔒Young Madam Jin by StarClearWaters (Readoutloud) (G, 5k, WangXian, XuanLi, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death)

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17. A) Looking for A-Yuan fics, where he is raised by both Lan Zhan and Wei Ying. Or they are introduced to each other by A-Yuan and when he is young. B) Also Iove to read when WeiYing & LanZhan were young/babies.

17A)

Child's Play by flowercity (FaoriE) (T, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, Kid fic, Single parent WWX, Fluff, Light angst, Love at first sight)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

A-Yuan is raised by both Wei Ying & Lan Zhan in:

play your love songs all night long by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (E, 17k, WangXian, Marriage of Convenience, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Modern AU, One Big Happy Family, Sharing a Bed, (platonically for 13 years), Therapy, in the grand tradition of the untamed most of this is flashback, Pegging, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Romantic Comedy, Misunderstandings, mianmian PEGS)

relics of love by cl410 (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Celebrity, Slice of Life, Child LSZ, Parenthood, Fluff and Humor, Soft WangXian)

And They Were Married And Had a Son Series by yellowcarnations (G, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, POV Outsider, ss is mentioned im sorry, Professors AU, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, professors wangxian, Kid Fic)

The men are introduced by something related to A-Yuan in:

Accidental Uncle Acquisition Series by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 13k, WangXian, XiYao, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Uncle Acquisition, Found Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Soft WangXian, Matchmaking, Fluff and Humor, both fics have a Podfic by Stasia Reader (Stasia))

🧡 a baby rabbit is called a kitten and other fun facts by aurora_chiroptera (G, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, this is really a kid fic in a lot of ways hidden in a youtube/social media au, Mutual Pining, NHS uses they/them pronouns, JZX is a trans lesbian and uses she/her pronouns, Child LSZ, Long-Distance Relationship, (kinda?), Fluff, and bunnies, Soft WangXian, Good Parent WWX, Single Parent WWX, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Nonbinary NHS, LWJ Has Friends, set in the US)

🔒 Meet-Tired by SimpleSoupsandAppleTarts (T, 2.3M, WIP, WangXian, Modern, Single Parent WWX, meet tired, it's like a meet cute but there's a baby involved, A Yuan setting up his dads through the power of being cute, Fluff, Getting Together, Quantum Mechanics, A Yuan is a very spoiled child, NHS in the role of best friend, Slow Burn, WWX's canonical relationship with alcohol, WWX Has Memory Issues, Canon Backstory, ace spectrum JC, ace spectrum WQ, Slice of Life)

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher LWJ, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)

my memory plays our tune, the same old song by Sweetlittlevampire (G, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romance, Kid Fic, Neighbours, Bisexual WWX, LWJ Has Friends, Child trauma, Mentions of Death, Humour, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Misunderstandings)

And They Were Quarantined Series by thunderwear (E, 52k, 3zun, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, NHS & LWJ, quarantine fic, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, LXC is a total slut for his roommates and he isn't even trying to hide it, Eventual Smut, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Getting Together, Single Dad WWX, Long-Distance Relationship, kind of??, Fluff, almost no angst, Happy Ending, First Time, Phone Sex, switching POV, Domestic Fluff, Rabbits, little a-yuan is the best, Anxiety Attacks, Touch-Starved)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, Modern AU, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks)

I know what my heart wants by yakuso5u (Not Rated, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Father LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Accidental Child Acquisition, Domestic, Slice of Life, Christmas references)

17B)

🔒Natural Communication by salakavala (G, 2k, LWJ & WWX, Modern AU, LXC's pov, Kid LWJ and kid WWX, Fluff, Biting, By which I mean:, LWJ bites)

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, WangXian, LQR & JFM, Modern, Kid Fic, Good Uncle LQR, Neurodivergent LWJ, Baby LWJ, Baby WWX, Parenthood, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

Consequences by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 58k, WangXian, XiSu, XuanLi, Canonical Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Good Uncle LQR, WWX is a Lan, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bad Parents JFM and YZY)

藍色的花，紅色的蘭 {Lan se de hua, hongse de lan} by Admiranda, AshayaTReldai (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Orphan WWX, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, wwx raised in the lan clan, softer lqr, Good Uncle LQR, Good lan clan, Good Older Sibling LXC)

🔒Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (T, 69k, WangXian, Kid Fic, Child LWJ, Child WWX, First Meetings, Canon Divergence, Cute Kids, Orphan WWX, Autism Spectrum, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV LWJ, Growing Up Together, WWX raised at Cloud Recesses, based on the show, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Puberty, Growing Up, Coming Out, teenage angst, Wet Dream, Pining, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers)

soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian, alternate universe, childhood friends, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, wedding fluff)

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[mr-bas00nist]

Hi! can I request Male! Reader with Chris Redfield? it involves the idea below. 👇

Chris had a crush on Reader ever since they met during the S.T.A.R.S era. One fateful day, Chris gets kidnapped and brainwashed via the P30 by Wesker instead of Jill... or did he?

Plot twist: Wesker accidentally picked the wrong P30 and it amplifies Chris' feelings for Reader to the max and so he follows Reader's command instead, much to Wesker's dismay. "Wait- Chris, no! You should obey me, not him!"

Reader's just like, "Chris is still mine, you idiot lol"

he flips the bird at Wesker as he aggressively makes out with Chris lol

That Ass Is (Still) Mine

☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐- Chris Redfield x Male reader

☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐- Cw: gay shit, just fighting, suggestiveness, brainwashing ig but lighthearted shit lol, also more gay shit

Chris had always noticed you. That fun playful guy he’d see in the office. He couldn’t say the amount of times when you weren’t at work he’d immediately be miserable. You could light up the room with your presence. He’d always been obsessed with you.

Not in the creepy way of course! You two would go on missions and you were always quite the skilled one. Close combat, guns, knife work, you could do it all. It was no wonder he was obsessed with you. It was also no wonder knowing you how you comforted him after Wesker’s betrayal.

He was his captain, and Chris looked up to that man. It broke his heart when he betrayed S.T.A.R.S. He made it through though when you swung by just to talk to him. Chris’s eyes trained on your form the whole time. Everything about you was perfect, and after his promotion he was finally able to go on missions with you.

As the years passed and so did more missions, you two were called to the Wesker estate. Where you saw no one but Wesker himself. That asshole was still alive?! You’re kidding! He was fast, so fast he could’ve killed you and Chris in an instant, but he didn’t. He was toying with you.

After he got bored of this though, he grabbed ahold of you. Foolish, foolish, foolish, he would mock. Leather clad hand wrapped tightly around your throat as you grit your teeth at him. That’s when with all fo Chris’s might he rushed towards him. Forcing the man to drop you as he jumped out the window with Wesker.

Which is what brought you to now. On a mission with both Jill Valentine and a woman named Sheva. The two ladies were quite skilled and definitely the teammates you wanted to have. After searching high and low for everything you three needed you came across it. His lair. Wesker’s lair.

That’s when someone clad in a plague doctor like leather suit tackled you all. Wesker coming out of course in his stupid fancy leather outfit. He looked more like a dominatrix in your opinion then a stupid supervillain. Then again, you kept your mouth shut. You peered over to the assistant next to him. Something about them was too familiar.

“So slow to catch on you know?” Wesker retorted to you to which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You were honestly just debating if you’d rather hear his villain talk or blow your fucking brains out. But all that changed when he pulled the hood down from the person, revealing Chris.

“Feast your ey-“ you cut him off. “Chris! Holy shit you’re alive!?” You asked incredulously. Both Jill and Sheva looked towards each other confused but also thankful. To be fair Wesker was more angry at you cutting him off then anything else. “Yes, yes, it’s Chris under my control now-“ you cut him off again. “Damn baby, looking good in that suit.”

You had to admit. The tight ass suit left almost nothing to the imagination. You could feel Wesker’s glare through his glasses though. But everyone was caught off guard when they saw Chris rush over to you, with his superhuman speed and tackled you in a hug which knocked you over. You wrapped your arms around his hips as you looked up at him.

He couldn’t resist, his whole body felt on fucking fire as he kissed you passionately. You met his kissed letting out a soft moan as you reached down gripping his ass. Mind you, in front of EVERYONE. “The fuck?” Sheva muttered to herself to which Wesker was broken out his trance. “You’re supposed to be following my command what the hell is this????” Wesker questioned to which you just flipped him off.

You then focused back on Chris though as you two continued to make out with each other. Each letting out groans and moans to which Jill just blinked before laughing. She pinched the bridge of her nose before giving Sheva a pat on the shoulder. “Lets finish this.” She smirked as she turned towards Wesker.

Sheva just laughed shaking her head. “Yeah, while he’s outnumbered.” The two got into their fighting stances to which Wesker just sighed. “Excella must’ve got the wrong p30.” He growled to himself. “Goddammit woman!” He spoke out like she could hear him. He got into his own fighting stance.

And sure, you were interested in what was going on around you, but you were more focused on the sweet peace of ass on top of you. Chris was just happy he finally got the chance to have an excuse to make out with you. Maybe he did have something to thank Wesker for after all.

A/n: this one was fun and goofy to make lmaooo, still writing so stay tuned. Requests will be back open soon enough!

[tinyshyteacup]

May I prettyyyy pleaseeee get a 🦄 where the reader is super preggo with her and Chibs’ baby? And one of the prospects says something mean to her, and Chibs goes OFF on him? This could also be reader x Angel, if you like!

This is such a sweet request, I hope you like it, sorry it took so long 🥰

• Who Ye Are, Love •

You were only trying to be polite.

The prospect was new — tall, wiry, too much testosterone and not enough brains behind it. You’d asked him something simple while standing by the bar at the SAMCRO clubhouse, one hand instinctively cradling your heavy belly, the other holding a glass of water.

Maybe it was the heat, or the weight of the baby, or just the long day — but your tone was gentle, worn out, not sharp.

And that’s when the idiot decided to snap back.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you. Jesus, you planning on whinning like some bitch in heat when the kid pops out too?"

The room went still.

The music still played faintly in the background. A couple of the older members looked up from their game of pool. One of the bartenders froze mid-pour.

You blinked. Stunned. You weren't used to being spoken to like that here — especially not in this sanctuary where Chibs made sure everyone respected you.

You didn’t cry, but the way your hand lowered from your belly — the way your shoulders curled just slightly in on yourself — said enough.

And that’s when he stepped in.

You hadn’t even seen him walk up, but you felt him.

His boots were slow, deliberate. You caught the shift in the air before you saw him — that heavy stillness that always came before the storm that was Chibs Telford.

He didn’t yell.

Didn’t rush.

He just came to a stop beside you, eyes fixed on the prospect.

“What’d ye say?”

The voice was soft. Conversational. The kind of tone that wrapped itself around your spine and made every hair on your body stand up.

The prospect turned, about to make some excuse—until he saw Chibs’ eyes.

They were cold. Steady. His jaw was clenched, his hands loose at his sides like he was just waiting for an excuse.

The prospect stammered. “I—I didn’t mean nothin’, Sir, I was just—”

“You were just disrespectin’ my wife.”

Chibs cut him off, calm, brutal.

He moved forward one step. The prospect automatically stepped back.

“Ye know who she is? That’s the mother o’ my fuckin’ child.” His voice rose just slightly, a crack of thunder under the surface. “She wears my ring. She's wearing my crow. My fuckin' Old Lady. What gives ye the right to speak to her like she’s some crow hangin’ round the garage?”

The silence was suffocating.

“I—I” the prospect managed, voice barely a whisper.

Chibs moved again—fast this time, a hand to the kid’s collar, slamming him against the bar hard enough to make bottles rattle.

“You show her the fuckin’ respect she’s earned. You don’t get to look at her, speak to her, breathe near her unless she says it’s alright. Ye treat her like she’s your fuckin' queen, aye? And if she so much as flinches again, I’ll make sure you walk with a limp for the rest of your life.”

The prospect nodded frantically, breath catching in his throat.

Chibs let him go.

But not before spitting one last warning “Now get the fuck outta my sight before I remember I don’t like ye.”

Chibs turned to you, and in an instant, the storm was gone.

His eyes softened, his hands came to your belly, cupping it gently, and then to your face.

“You alright, mo ghràdh?”

You nodded, a little shaken, a little wide-eyed.

“I didn’t mean to cause—”

His forehead pressed to yours immediately.

“Ye didn’t cause a thing, love. That boy caused it by forgettin’ his place. And I’ll never let anyone speak to ye like that again. Ye hear me?”

You nodded, tears quietly brimming in your lashes.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Let’s get ye off yer feet, eh? Ye shouldn’t be standin’ with all this weight on yer back.”

And as he led you away — one hand cradling your back, the other protectively on your stomach — he didn’t look back once. But you knew every single patched member in the room had taken note.

You weren’t just the his wife.

You were his heart.

And God help the poor bastard who forgets that.

[shanastoryteller]

happy halloween! i would love some more Lady Mo :D

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Now that both Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng are frozen in place and staring at him like idiots, Wei Wuxian takes a step back levels a stern look at them, hoping that neither of them can tell that he'd been crying. "If you're quite done? I should send both of you to bed without supper. What were you thinking?"

Jiang Cheng says nothing, instead just staring at her in a way that's honestly a little unnerving.

He rounds onto Lan Xichen to get away from it, "And you! Just standing by and watching! What are all of you thinking? We're in the middle of an inter-clan nighthunt and banquet! Not even the middle! It's just begun and you're causing trouble."

He's scolding someone for getting into a fight at an inoportune time. Something has gone terribly wrong.

Oh, right. He's pregnant with Lan Zhan's baby. He's pregnant with a baby that Lan Zhan doesn't want. Everything is terrible and wrong.

No, he can't think like that. It's not fair to Lan Zhan.

"Come back with me to Lotus Pier," Jiang Cheng says abruptly, still with that strange look on his face. "I told you to believe in Lan Wangji and he's made a liar out of me." Both Lan brothers look startled at that. Jin Guangyao even raises an eyebrow. "The Jiang will take care of you. Have the child, don't, it doesn't matter. I said you'd be safe and you will be."

Oh, Jiang Cheng.

His heart seizes. His honorable, idiotic little brother. He wishes he could go over there and ruffle his hair and kiss his cheeks. "It's alright, Jiang Cheng. It's - it's not a problem. If Wangji does not want the child, we will not have the child. It's fine."

He feels like he's going to throw up and he hasn't even eaten anything.

"What?"

He turns, confused, to Lan Zhan who's looking at him in confusion and horror.

Wei Wuxian's eyebrows dip together and he echoes, "What?"

[boiohboii]

7. Appreciative

(Lewis Hamilton x reader)

Dating Lewis was hard, yn knew that agreeing to go on that date, and he knew how much she suffered so why not show his appreciation for the girl he loves.

From this list

WARNING: NOT PROOF READ, NOT ACCURATE. if I missed anything, pls lmk.

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Lewis saw how yn hesitated when he asked her out, he saw the subtle fidgeting of her fingers around each other and her teeth pulling on the corners of her mouth from the inside. He knew why she would feel nervous, he understands, but he couldn't -wouldn't- back down.

Now after 2 years of being together, he knows that he'd made the right choice in pursuing her, she's been his anchor, the one he can lean on and show what he feels freely. She was there when the car started to go to shit, she was there when things started to be tense between him and toto and she is there through the move to ferrari.

Lewis isn't an idiot, he knows that he can't just be the 1st driver, not while their prince- Charles Leclerc- is there. He knows that even the 7 championships he has under his belt and his experience won't simply make Charles roll over. He also knows that the media has been hounding at him and yn to even get one word out of them so that they could twist it into a worthy clickbait headline. He saw the videos on twitter of people waiting for his girlfriend outside of her work place so that they could ask her about anything and everything.

Deciding to make use of the small break in between races, Lewis had yn fly to Monaco so that they could spend a week there, nothing but the beach, their jetski, their yacht and Roscoe.

"Hello love," Lewis pulled yn in a hug, sinking into her as her scent washed over him. Home. "How was the flight?"

"It was alright," yn mumbled into his chest "missed you."

Feeling movement near her ankles yn giggles a bit,

"and you too baby."

Untangling herself from Lewis, yn leaned over to pick up the dog, well, she tried at least, it was kind of hard to when he was barking and licking her face in affection, signaling that he, too, missed his female owner.

Monaco's streets were such a sight in the evening, with the sun setting the sea in view and the houses blending into the mountains in the background at the sides. It was heavenly.

Yn had always dreamed of staying at a seaside house, to just spend the vacation there with her swimming till the sun set and nothing in mind. Just the sound of the waves hitting the rocks and the feeling of the sand underneath her feet as she lets the water mover her back and forth.

Parking in front of a two story house, yn looked at the painted exterior, the tent made specifically for parking where there was already a jetski and a small boat.

"um lew, did you rent another jet? And why is there a mini yacht"

"Sweetheart, that's a boat." Lewis chuckled

"Okay, why is there a boat? And a jetski different than yours?"

"How about you take these keys, go inside while I bring our bags and then I'll explain, yeah?"

Walking over Lewis kissed her forehead as she hummed in agreement.

Opening the blue painted door, yn searched for a chair to place it in front of it so that it won't close due to the wind, locking Lewis out.

Done with her mission yn looked around being met with a lot of colors that somehow work together.

A round, Olympic bronze wooden dinning table with four chairs in satin purse seatings, a light orange couch with light rosewood, light violet and blue violet cushions and a dark rosewood wooden table with a bunch of papers on the top.

Now, yn knows that Lewis doesn't place anything important anywhere, he is quite organised with where he places everything, so normally she thought that they were just trash and as she was going to throw them out she saw her name out of the corner of her eye.

OWNER: YN LN.

"What the fuck" yn whispered in confusion, her fingers moving the papers, flipping through them.

"LEWIS HAMILTON!" yn started as she moved through the living room, making her way to her boyfriend who was at the trunk of the car getting out her small suitcase.

"Why the hell is there 3 leases with my name on them?!"

"Ah, shit," Lewis looked at her with pleading eyes as he quickly and gently placed her suitcase on the ground "hold on love."

"Lewis,"

"How about you let me tell you everything and then you can decide if you wanna keep them or not, okay?"

Taking her silence as an agreement Lewis continued,

"I know that you think this is too much, I know that you don't need this stuff, I know that you won't easily accept it and that it will take you a while to treat these things as your own, but I got them for you because of who you are to me, how you made me feel safe and heard. How you make me feel comfortable anywhere we go and how much you do for me. You help me when I'm stressed, you stay by my side when I'm sick or when I'm feeling down, you listen to me and you offer solutions to my problems, you ask me what I need or what I am looking for and you bring it to the table when I want it. You do everything right by me.

I know that you will say that I do the same and I am glad that you noticed my efforts and my love for you, but I just," sighing, Lewis took a minute to collect his thoughts.

"It felt right, it felt right to get you a house that you always dreamed of where you can spend as much time as you want, it felt right to get you a boat so you could enjoy it with whomever you wish and it felt right to get you the jetski cause it's the one thing that makes you seem like a little kid in a candy store, it makes your eyes sparkle with so much joy.

I want you to have all of that, I want to know that you are living a dream you always had even if we don't make it. Although, don't think I'll let you go that easily, in this lifetime or the next ones." Lewis joked, earning a chuckle out of a teary eyed yn.

"I love you yn," Lewis said earnestly as he took a hold of her hand, "I love everything about you. I appreciate everything you do for me and I will do everything I can to always make you happy, I swear it love."

Kissing the palm of her hand was the last straw for yn, tears falling onto her cheeks as she looked at the man she loves.

She felt so much love in these few minutes that her brain couldn't comprehend it. The words that came out of Lewis made her feel like the only woman in the world, they made her feel special and these words stayed in her mind among the memories of why she'd marry Lewis and die beside him.

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superheroes and social media

do you KNOW how often I see a cute trend on ig or tiktok or anything and I’m just like “man that would be cute for (insert hero ship)”

but that’s an issue because like… putting your face on the internet is DANGEROUS🙅‍♂️

I had. an idea. to solve all the issues!

as fun as it is to imagine the RobinOfficial account having 4 million followers, I think it’s more fun for everyone to have accounts that only follow and allow following in the caped community

so basically Instagram for just superheroes

the ones whose identities are known can post their faces, and the ones who are still under the radar have a close friends list that consists of the people who do know them

a very few amount of people who aren’t heroes are allowed on this Super IG

including Lois Lane, whose entire presence is standard mom posts but with like. Superkids and other Kryptonians. you get it

uhh Bernard Dowd too but he only follows Tim and Steph

Alfred, who only posts the Manor and London with captions like poetry

Selina Kyle because she already had a regular account but B was like “oh that’s dangerous now that we’re affiliated”

she was like “well how am I supposed to fuel my ego with no instagram for people to thirst after me”

B sighed and was like “well,,,,,”

Harley Quinn fluctuates between being banned and interacting with EVERYONE’S content with offensive amounts of emojis

anyways tell me WHY Conner Kent has the most iconic page on the internet

it’s full of these aesthetic photo dumps and crackhead videos of YJ doing dumb shit

also Tim. he’s got chaotic gen z billionaire vibes and most of his stuff is on his close friends list because B doesn’t need to see the REALLY dumb shit he gets up to

yeah they’re both hot and yeah they’re both elite pages. but Kon’s is Sabrina Carpenter energy and Tim’s is P!ATD energy so they’re different flavors of slay

on the opposite end of the spectrum we’ve got B, who has four posts, all exactly 365 days apart

it’s the yearly Father’s Day family portrait

Dick Grayson does that millennial vlog thing but Not

“a day in the life of a 24 year old cop (who also happens to be a vigilante)”

also a compilation of clips of him jumping off buildings, some taken by him and some by other people

can you IMAGINE this dumbass with a gopro

Red Bull wants to sponsor him what can I say

he lets his favorite villains follow him

WHEN I TELL YOU BILLY BATSON HAS THE MOST FAMOUS PAGE OF ANYONE IN THE COMMUNITY

because he was a public figure ANYWAYS. this is the idiot who used to walk around charging people’s phones with his powers and taking selfies for cash. people know him

so Captain Marvel has this crazy account with him doing memes and slo mo compilations of him punching guys from his body cam

his most hit post is a video where he found a cop harassing a bunch of kids on the street (who he happened to KNOW) and without saying anything at first just kindaaaaa walked over and fried the cruiser’s entire inner workings

“yo, copper! I think somethin’s up with your system, man!”

while the cop was trying to figure out how to start his fucking car again, Billy herded the kids down the sidewalk and they all took off running, giggling like maniacs

Damian Wayne doesn’t post a lot, but when he does, it’s to match with Jon

I mean like taking pictures of each other from across the same table and the captions are each half of a whole song lyric, stuff like that

his personal favorite is actually their softlaunch— they found an entire wall of mirrors at the planetarium on a date, Jon had his right hand on Dami’s waist and the other in his pocket, and Dami was standing in front of him, holding the phone with his right and tilting Jon’s face down with his left to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. neither of their faces are in it and it was Damian’s wallpaper for a WHILE

my babies ANYWAYS

Diana Prince posts exclusively about her favorite ice cream shops

Bart is the kid whose note is always like “in the hospital👍” / “sick again” / “hate broken ribs I can’t eat seven burgers in this condition” / “got possessed by a death god again :/ third time this week” and it’s like jesus man can you catch a break

can you imagine finding fucking Superman has a verified instagram account but it’s private so you can’t even follow freaking SUPERMAN

Duke Thomas is thoroughly over his siblings’ shit and there’s a ton of videos of them being dumbasses with captions like “someone save me it’s two in the morning”

anyways A COMPILATION OF TRENDS

“nobody move, there’s blood on the floor” for LITERALLY any ship it’s so funny

“what? you’re not coming to my tea party? Bethany, I made BISCUITS” with increasingly low res crack pics of Red Hood falling off of things, generously edited and posted by Tim Drake

dance trends with Steph and Cass

“guess which outfit is whose” with Tim and Steph but they’re both in their Robin uniforms

Tim making a cringey thirst trap edit of Jason who in response posted a clip of Tim tripping his own gear and setting off an alarm

“wearing the same outfit so no one can tell us apart” and it’s all the Batkids in their Robin uniforms (most of which barely fit) ((Bruce and Alfred cried))

the Superkids did the same thing a few days later and dragged Clark into it

not-quite-thirst-traps where they just kinda stand there over music but everyone in normal comments would’ve gone crazy

calisthenics trends. Thanks

it’s like a THING between all the Titans where they’ll sneak up behind each other, yell “THIS IS SPARTA,” and kick each other off roofs

someone sneaking up behind Jason while he’s belting Seasons of Love

MOTORCYCLE CONTENT

somewhere out in the world there’s a shaky, blurry video of Robin, Superboy, Spoiler, Blue Beetle, and Beast Boy dancing to and half-singing-half-yelling Tell Your Girlfriend

if you think of any more social media trends or videos or pics you see that remind you of a hero tag me because I’m obsessed with the idea of these idiots on socials

[justwinginglife]

The Way You Are

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Twenty Four

December 24th: Tomoe, Rank 2

Anime: Kamisama Kiss

Event Masterlist

“I find this utterly ridiculous.”

Kurama scoffed at Tomoe’s words, crossing his arms. “Do what you want but then don’t go blaming me when your girl dumps you.”

“And if she dumps you, then she’s mine.” Mizuki grinned.

Tomoe might’ve murdered Mizuki right then and there for even daring to suggest that he could ever take you from him, but you’d chosen that very moment to pop your head into the room.

“Hey, baby- I’m gonna cook some dinner, okay? Anything you want in particular?”

Tomoe immediately smiled when he heard your voice. He couldn’t help it. “I’m sure anything you make will be wonderful.”

You laughed and it made his heart race. “Alright, love.” Then, blowing him a kiss, you disappeared into the kitchen.

When you were far enough out of sight, Kurama slapped Tomoe on the shoulder. “You idiot. What the hell are you doing, letting her cook? And she’s been calling you pet names this whole time, do you have nothing to call her back?”

“Lame. It’s like you don’t even know how to date, Tomoe.” Mizuki stuck his tongue out and Tomoe was severely tempted to cut it right off.

But, as much as he hated to admit it, Mizuki was right. The whole reason Mizuki and Kurama had crowded into Tomoe’s room in the first place (even if it was against his will) was because Tomoe had no idea what he was doing. He’d been so sure that everything would stay the same between the two of you even after you’d put an official label on your relationship; it wasn’t until you started changing the way you did your hair, the way you addressed him, the way you started finding any excuse to touch him, that he realized things were different now whether he liked it or not. And it wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he just didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He’d never been a boyfriend before, let alone the boyfriend of a human (Kurama had thoroughly lectured him on the difference between dating a human and a yokai; apparently the humans had these things called magazines that they relied on to help with their relationship struggles, and by the second personality test he’d taken -been forced to take, really- Tomoe’s head was thoroughly spinning and he was thoroughly confused on how knowing what his star sign was would help him be a better boyfriend to you) but he knew he’d do anything to keep you.

He’d been the one to stubbornly hold onto his feelings for you, keeping the secret so close to his heart that he barely knew it was there himself, and it was only after a dramatic confession on your part that you’d been able to enter into a romantic relationship with him at all. For this reason, he refused to allow you to do any more of the heavy lifting in the relationship. He owed you that much, at least.

And he thought he’d been getting better at this “boyfriend” thing. Sure, he didn’t understand the appeal of the mall, or the movies, or the aquarium, but he’d take you wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted, anyway, just to make you smile. Sure, he teased you for buying makeup, claiming that it was a waste of money, but it was only because he thought you were gorgeous enough without it, and he’d still begrudgingly let you test out makeup swatches on his arm to show he hadn’t been serious about his previous teasing. And when you got tired of holding your bag, he’d take it from you, making a mental note that the bag you currently had was much too small to be of use to you and he should get you a much larger, much more functional bag in the future (not realizing you’d bought a clutch on purpose).

But now- now you were making dinner and apparently, according to Kurama and Mizuki, that was a big no. He didn't know that. He’d always enjoyed your cooking before you’d started dating; how was he supposed to know that once you got together, he wasn’t supposed to let you? He didn’t mind cooking for you -in fact, he loved cooking for you; he loved the way you moaned about how delicious it was and begged for seconds- but he couldn’t help the way he craved your food too. So of course he’d welcome any meal that you made. But now, Kurama and Mizuki were looking at him like he was crazy.

So they shoved him into the kitchen to fix his mistakes.

“Go in there and sweep her off her feet, big boy!” Mizuki waved him forward. “I’ll do it myself if you don’t hurry.”

“And remember- under no circumstances should she have to lift a finger.” Kurama added emphatically. Then he thought about it some more. “And smile more- if anyone’s got resting bitch face, it’s you. And be charming. And sweet. Picking on her is not a valid form of love. Just call her something cute. Better yet, just don’t do anything you would normally do.”

“Yeah, Tomoe! Dating is real easy, once you get the hang of it! All you gotta do is not be yourself.” Mizuki teased.

After hissing at them to leave him alone, warning that he’d cook them into dinner if they didn’t stop their pestering, he slammed the door in their faces and then joined you at the kitchen counter awkwardly.

You raised an eyebrow. “You okay there?”

He nodded. “I’m alright…dearest.” He swallowed as he tried out the pet name for the first time.

Not wanting to make a big deal out of it for fear he’d stop, you simply smiled to yourself and continued to chop your vegetables quietly beside him.

“Let me help you with that, my love. I insist.”

“Alright, well then I’ll boil some water.”

“Darling, I am more than capable of boiling the water when I’m finished.”

“...okay, then I’ll fry up the meat.”

“You may leave that to me as well.”

You sighed. “Tomoe. What’s going on with you? Are you trying to kick me out of the kitchen?”

“I did not say that. I am merely offering my help.”

“Baby, I really appreciate the help, but I said I’d cook dinner, didn’t I? So let me cook.”

His brows furrowed. How was he supposed to be a good boyfriend if you kept doing everything yourself? “You do not have to.”

You rested a hand on his arm. “But I want to cook for you. To thank you for how happy you make me.”

He relaxed under your touch, happy at your words. But as quickly as he had relaxed, he tensed up again, thinking about Kurama and Mizuki’s earlier criticism. “You do not think I… am a… bad-” He coughed, “-a bad…boyfriend?” He asked.

Your eyes widened in shock. “Tomoe! Of course you’re not! Where is this coming from?”

As if on cue, the kitchen doors collapsed and Mizuki and Kurama came tumbling into the room, having been eavesdropping the entire time.

You put a hand on your hip, staring them down. “You wouldn’t happen to be the reason Tomoe is acting so strange, would you?”

They pulled themselves off the ground, rubbing their heads sheepishly. “Whaaaaat? No idea what you’re talking about. Tomoe is strange all on his own.”

You yanked them both towards you by their ears. “Mizuki. Kurama. You’re my dear friends and I love you. But if you ever get it into Tomoe’s head again that he is not a good enough boyfriend, that he is any less than the most perfect and wonderful of boyfriends, so help me god, I will skin you both alive, carve up your insides, roast you over a fire, and feast on your blood. Am I crystal clear?”

They nodded their heads quickly, wincing as your grip tightened on their ears.

Tomoe crossed his arms, smirking.

You sighed in relief. He was back to normal. Thank god.

“Now, can you guys please get out of my kitchen? Actually, why are you even here at all? It’s late; go home.” You commanded.

“Does this mean no dinner for us?”

Your eyes flashed with murderous intent.

In an instant, they bolted out the door, leaving you and Tomoe alone again.

“Now then. Would you care to start again? What were you saying earlier?”

“That I was a… bad boyfriend?”

“Nope. That wasn’t what you were saying.”

“I don’t understand. That is what I-”

“Nope. I believe you were telling me how you’re wonderful the way you are, yeah?”

Tomoe’s gaze softened. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“Do you want to maybe help me cook dinner then? Finish it up faster, and afterwards, we can maybe cuddle and watch a movie?”

He perked up, ears twitching happily at the thought. “I’d love that… my dear.”

You laughed. “You know, you don’t have to keep calling me pet names if it makes you feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want to say anything before because I thought it was cute, but if it was just to appease Mizuki and Kurama, you really don’t have to do it.”

He shook his head. “No, I think I’d like to. I’d really like to. You are dear to me, after all, it is only fair that I call you something to convey that. If that is okay with you?”

You beamed up at him, throwing your arms around him to bring him close. “It’s perfect.”

“Good, because I… I love you. And I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t. After all, how could I not love the woman who’d threaten to commit murder and other… torturous acts on my behalf?” He brought a hand up to his mouth to muffle the laughter escaping his lips.

You laughed with him. “I’m serious; I’d do all that and more for you. Because you’re perfect just the way you are. And I finally got you to be mine, so you’re even more perfect. Don’t think for a second that I’m ever letting you go now.”

And as you continued to cook beside him, squeezing his hand here, kissing his cheek there, and as you continued to laugh with him, and love on him all through the night, and as you fell asleep on his shoulder after watching a particularly boring movie that you’d only sat through because he’d picked it out and you’d just been excited that he’d cared enough to pick, he thought to himself- that’s just the way you were.

You were kind.

You were thoughtful.

You were loving.

And you were his, and he was never letting you go.

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| quinnhughes @lhughes06 @jackhughes 😂

| jackhughes absolutely not

| lhughes06 brother they kinda cute

| madshughes and that’s why ur my fav moose

| markestapa took you long enough

| seamuscasey26 mama and papa

| madshughes we don’t claim this

| luca.fantilli im eatin this up

| maliahzeegs you better treat ma girl right

| rutgermcroarty always

| sophiaarnold IT COUPLE

| madshughes wow that really means a lot 🥲

[ace-shenanigans]

Xin Mo would have the most f-boy Tinder profile there is. A friend showed me her tinder propositions recently and, yeah, that's Xin Mo. At least he looks decent and not like a plucked chicken carcass trying to show off it's naked little wings. I can't with that art you made of him XD. It's so good but so painful but so funny. He's searching for hot milfs (XY) in his area.

I've tried to imagine the f-boy with another sword but i don't have info on which one has enough cattiness in them to create that homoerotic sexual tension between them and XM. Oh Well maybe the tension will help the GayMindmeld™ confess their feelings finally. Or maybe XM snitches on them to XY like the b*tch he is. (it amuses me greatly to imagine some fight between the three and XY fussing over XS in a moment and XM shouting "JUST KISS ALREADY YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOTS")

(maybe XM craves that XMYS sandwich)

On another topic, I didn't realise XS also adopted the baby swords that's adorable qwq. Little duckling with the dads, itty bitty, little babies following the big ducks.

He absolutely would and he absolutely is lmao XD

I agree that i cant think of another character that would mesh half as well aside from xuan su or, if you wanna get real cursed, grown up zheng yang. As for the sandwich well.... bon appetit~

[luminouslywriting]

Angsty stressful BOB headcanon - you accidentally get pregnant during the war and try to hide it but they catch on that’s something wrong w you

Sweetheart, I LIVE for and LOVE angsty requests, so I’m here for this! For the sake of historical accuracy and simplicity, reader is a medic/nurse that travels with Easy Company! More below the cut, cut for length, angst mentioned, pregnancy things and miscarriages mentioned:

Dick Winters:

-The thought that you might be pregnant is NOT one that crosses his mind initially. You’re distancing yourself and he doesn’t understand why. -He does his best to try and reach out and try to show you that he’s still committed—he’s honestly wondering what he did wrong. -The minute he sees the small little baby bump though?? He knows and he feels IMMENSE guilt over the entire thing. He should’ve been more careful and you definitely deserve better than being an unwed pregnant woman. -He’s now double stressed about the war and how he’s going to fix things with you and reconcile the problem. So his solution is to have a quiet elopement with you. -At least now you have some money to be taken care of. And he begs you to go and stay with his family back in the states so that you have someone taking care of you since he can’t be there. -He’s happy to have you and to be a father but it’s a very angsty and emotional time that won’t be reconciled until the war is over.

Lewis Nixon:

-Well this is a messy situation….if only because he’s well aware he’s getting a divorce but he was also having an affair with you and now you’re pregnant. -Panicked stressed upset—all of the emotions and goes through the five stages of grief tbh…and drinks to cope. -He’s got a lot of mixed emotions about the complexity of the situation. This is a second chance for happiness and also the nail in the coffin to his previous family. He also feels the weight of responsibility pretty heavily. -Also wants to marry you ASAP and cleans up his act so that he can have a chance with you and the kid. -Views it as a messy second chance so he’s very grateful despite the poor timing of everything. Dick helps him see the good in the situation. -He plans on making a very happy life with you as soon as he can.

Ronald Speirs:

-Clocks onto you being more sick than normal and more often….and just puts two and two together. He’s not an idiot, he knows he should’ve been more careful, and he feels bad. -This is a war and it’s not exactly great timing. He doesn’t want to make you commit to anything if you’re not absolutely certain of being with him. -Conversations are had about whether or not you’ll keep the kid and what you’ll do if you decide to keep it. Co-parenting seems to be the safest bet for now. -Don’t get me wrong, he wants a life with you. He just doesn’t want you to feel like he’s trapped you in said life with him. -He’s probably the most logical about things in the sense that he’s making sure you get a transfer back to London and away from the front lines for safety and health purposes. -Also dutifully writes you until the war is over and he can meet the kid and marry you.

Buck Compton:

-Despite the seriousness of the situation, it just depends on if it was before or after Bastogne. Either way, I think he’s a very big nervous wreck about things. -He wants to be a dad, wants to be a husband and have a life with you….but not like this. -Whatever his plan is that he’s figuring out, it gets thrown off by Bastogne and everything that happens there. -I truthfully think that the best thing might be for you to follow him home since you’re pregnant and try to help in his recovery. You can be a big help emotionally to him. -Buck feels a lot of guilt for feeling broken and not able to support or help you as a parent or lover, but the minute that kid is born, he’s getting everything back on track. -After a while, he’ll ask you to marry him and share a life with him.

Carwood Lipton:

-This responsible mother hen?? Feels like the W O R S T person ever. Not his intention to put you in this situation and wants to send you home with a ring on your finger post-haste. -So that’s exactly what he does, he finds the nearest chaplain and gets hitched and then writes his mother

-He has so much guilt over not being there for the birth of the baby and not being there for you

-But it’s the hope of seeing you and the baby that keeps him going and keeps him hopeful, even during times like Bastogne. -Probably quietly talks about the situation with a few pals of his, including Speirs. And he definitely misses you a lot. -And consistently apologizes the rest of your marriage over the entire thing.

Joseph Liebgott:

-Doesn’t know whether or not to hope for the best or the worst because the timing of it all is just super poor and inconvenient?? -Feels guilty over that and while he’s happy that this means he gets to have you in his life, he’s also acutely aware of how complicated he’s made things for you. -It’s an anchor point for him to remember what he’s fighting for and that humanity is a thing though, so there’s that sobering point he gets to. -Probably wants to get married but there’s not a chaplain around so his next bet is to go to Winters and try to get you transferred somewhere else. -Promises he’s going to make it back to you and get married after the war. He thinks of little else during Bastogne and the hard times. -When he goes to Austria, you show up with the baby and he finally gets to meet baby Liebgott and get hitched haha.

Donald Malarkey:

-Excited and sad at the same time?? Doesn’t really know how to feel and is now worried about leaving you on your own with a baby. -Is also really worried he’ll never get to meet the baby and so he tries to make the most of the short times that you do have together. -Insists on getting married so that if he dies, you have some fallback money and something that will take care of you and the baby. -Probably cries about it when he’s alone because it was NOT the plan and he doesn’t think that you should have to put up with any of this stuff anyway. -Tries to find baby stuff in different towns that he can give to you when he gets back to you. -Wrote home to his mother immediately that she was going to be a grandmother lol.

Eugene Roe: (Big sad, I’m sorry):

-Was not intending on getting you pregnant but now that you are, he’s super excited and happy about it….and also terrified because pregnancy has so many complications anyway. -Prays avidly for your safety and for the baby’s safety as you two are figuring things out. Truth be told, it’s probably right around Bastogne that you both figure out that you ARE pregnant. -The guilt is real and he’s coming into the city as much as possible to try and see you and check on you. It’s cold, rations are low, and you’re working a lot anyway. -Now here’s where you’re all going to demand I pay for therapy (get in line kids). You survive the church collapsing but you lose the baby a few weeks later after some severe cramping and being sick. -And the thing is?? He’s horribly awfully and guiltily relieved because it’s probably safer for you this way and there was no way that either of you could have been parents right now. -But he does promise to marry you and that you’ll have more children one day.

Bill Guarnere:

-Finds out about it by accident when you’re telling another nurse and freaking out bc you don’t know what to do. And this man?? Baffled and shocked and trying to figure out what to say. -So he comes to you and quietly lets you know that he knows and is willing to do whatever you need/want for things. -You two get married right before D-Day and then he ships out. You two write letters back and forth faithfully for months. -Everyone knows you’re having a baby and that is the baby of Easy Company lol. -His accident in Bastogne happens and he gets shipped back to London and then back to the states and you go with him. -He’s in recovery when the baby is born and he’s happy about it because it’s really a new life for everyone tbh.

Joe Toye:

-You try to break up with him and the argument gets pretty nasty bc there’s no real reason for the breakup until you drop the bomb that you’re pregnant and he just??? Short circuits?? -He gets really soft and sweet about the entire thing and promises that he’s going to stay by your side through it. -So he writes his family ASAP and marries you in a church in his uniform. Then you’re getting sent back to your family and his and it’s a bit messy. -But he’s writing you and really excited to meet the kid….who is faithfully and dutifully born a few weeks before his accident in Bastogne. -He doesn’t even know the kid had been born until he gets back and there’s a lot of guilt and grief and feelings of inadequacy about the situation. -But he’s a great dad and a great husband so it all works out.

George Luz:

-is honestly trying to come up with every possibly outcome and solution so that he’s prepared for whatever decision you make. -You told him about it shortly after they returned from D-Day and he’s a little shocked (more than a little) and having a hard time keeping a lid on things. -He wanted a whole wedding that everyone could celebrate and be happy with, but going down to a courthouse with you and a few of the guys will do. -Gives the men of Easy Company updates on the pregnancy via letters from you all of the time. And you get the weirdest most random questions from them, I’m sure. -Narrowly survived Bastogne and was really struggling until your letters started coming through again. -Is really excited to meet the baby and see you again once things are over with the war.