#been a while since i posted new stuff which has more than 2k words

[euphor1a]

Light a flame

* a short and sweet prologue for the series “boyfriend chronicles” — can be read as a stand-alone.

ꨄ pairing: mingyu x f!oc

ꨄ genres: non idol!au, established relationship, fluff, smut, slice of life.

ꨄ summary: you weren’t exactly planning on getting freaky so early in a relationship, especially after everything you went through. well... let’s just say that plans don’t always work out (when your new boyfriend is way too good at getting you all hot and bothered).

ꨄ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~5.2K  

ꨄ warnings/tags: profanity, explicit sexual content; dom/sub undertones, oc is kinda inexperienced (not a virgin), breast play, biting/marking, size kink, oc is shy (at first), praising, pet names, cunnilingus, dacryphilia(?), fingering, mingyu is... a menace, protected, penetrative sex, big d*ck!gyu, multiple orgasms (f!receiving) — this is a work of fiction and it doesn't represent mingyu in any way.    

ꨄ a/n: *ahem* <3 hi!! so i kinda sorta made a prologue which adds nearly nothing to the story (plot wise). unless you’re squinting really hard to pick up on some random clues i left here and there. anyway, that’s really not the point. i’m just plain delulu about this man. you’re welcome for the potential brainrot this may cause <3 enjoy 😙!

To say that you weren’t expecting yourself in this situation is the understatement of the year, at least for you. Really, you never ever thought of going this far so soon. But the way his lips sought yours again and again, effortlessly reduced you to the needy mess you are now. Any coherent thoughts of waiting until you are one-hundred percent sure about everything has left you; his smooth tongue on the nape of your neck sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Mi–mingyu, please,” your whisper is very shaky, almost covered up by your constant panting. He doesn’t answer, but you can feel your boyfriend’s lips curling up against your flushed skin. Your hands have balled into fists, holding onto the soft material of his hoodie for dear life. Mingyu pulls back a little, immediately noticing how wrecked you exactly look. Shaky thighs and teary eyes that are pleading — he couldn’t help but pull you in for a kiss.

“God, please!” Your voice is small, but you take a hold of his right hand that is resting on your hips and place it on your left breast instead. You have no idea where this sudden straight forwardness is coming from, and you can tell that he’s on the same boat. But you genuinely couldn’t care less. You want– no, need him to touch you more.

Mingyu hesitates for a split second, before squeezing the soft flesh once, twice, a pleased squeal leaving you. “Fuck,” He mumbles under his breath, feeling the prominent press of your hardened bud against his palm. The next moment, his thumb gently drags over your clothed nipple. You shudder, feeling the urge to rub your thighs together. Too bad that you can’t act on your thoughts, as you’re settled on his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist. Mingyu brings up his other hand to grab your right breast, eagerly kneading them together.

You let your head fall into the crook of his neck. It feels so good, and you can feel the slick leaking out of your core and dampening your underwear. “Do you like it, hm? Like how I play with your cute tits?” He whispers straight into your ear, gently urging you to look at him using his shoulder.

“Mmm…” you trail off shyly, eyes avoiding his honey-browns as you try to stop yourself from making embarrassing noises. Mingyu, however, isn’t exactly pleased with your answer, or the way you’re attempting to suppress the sweet sounds of your pleasure. He tweaks your nipples between his thumb and index finger, coaxing out a whimper from you — the prettiest one he has ever heard, he swears.

A puppy-like, innocent smile blooms on his face, contradictory to the crude actions he’s doing to you. “C’mon angel, answer properly for me.” He cradles your face in one of his palms, freeing your lower lip from the cage of your teeth. “And stop doing that! You make such beautiful sounds, why hide them from me?” Mingyu leans in to place his lips on yours, his hands ever so subtly creeping under your shirt.

You shudder under his touch, whining, “'m sorry.” His fingers spread across the area of your belly, subtly brushing over the lining of your bra. A hum reverberates in his throat.

“If you want me to stop at any given moment, just tell me, okay?” His thumb gently strokes the underside of your breast, earnest gaze falling upon yours. You swear that your heart skips a beat. When was the last time someone looked at you like this? Like you actually matter so much?

“I will!” You nuzzle his nose, rubbing against him, hoping that he takes the hint. If you weren’t so embarrassed to utter it out, you would’ve told him that you’re ready, sopping wet and dripping for his attention. A groan escapes Mingyu, his bulge pressing onto your core with your movements. Gosh, he feels so big. 

His hasty hands divest you out of the offending material of your tunic, leaving you in your underwear only as he had gotten rid of your leggings beforehand. As the cold air hits your warm skin, goosebumps spread across it. You feel your insecurities and shyness creeping up on you, but the way Mingyu drinks in every inch of your newly exposed skin makes you clench instinctively.

The searching eyes of his drop to your panties and his expression changes a little. You sneak a peek at it too, immediately dying a bit inside when you see three of the “we bare bears” printed all over it, with various… questionable expressions. Heat rises to your face, and you end up covering your eyes with your hands. You really would’ve worn something less silly if you knew this would be happening. Mingyu reaches for your hands with a chuckle. “And I thought you couldn’t possibly get cuter…”

Although, you refuse to make eye contact with him once he uncovers them. His hot breath fans over your face, voice dropping an octave. “Look at me baby, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He lets his left hand drift towards the band of your panties, stroking it briefly. Your winded arms around his neck tighten, a gasp escaping you.

“Do you know how hard is it to hold back my urges on a leash when you’re being so adorable? I…” Mingyu trails off with a shake of his head. His words give you all sorts of butterflies throughout your body, and you feel yourself needily pressing into him more.

“You… don’t have to hold back?” you whisper, tilting your head sideways to assess his reaction. He closes his eyes for a second, inhaling a shaky breath. Oh, the way Mingyu wishes he could have his way with you right now. But he doesn’t want this to go that way, because you are his first priority.

“You really don’t understand the weight of the things you utter, do you, sweetheart?” The way he slowly opens his eyes with a sly smirk makes you twitch. God, you might just go insane if he doesn’t touch you right now.

“Told you… don’t stop,” you mumble, heaving a little. Mingyu wonders if he should tease you further, but his own urgency stops him from doing so. He pulls you in for a messy kiss, hands wrapping around your back. While his tongue greedily devours yours, he fumbles to take off your bra. You almost consider helping him out through the haze of your mind, but he somehow manages to unhook it right at that moment.

He doesn’t break the kiss yet, slipping off the material of your shoulders. You gasp, shocked, as Mingyu swiftly changes your position; your back hits the softness of your bed while he hovers over you. In the state of confusion, you loosen your legs from around his waist, but he stops you from doing so with his hand.

“You’re so–” he pauses for a bit, “... so fucking unreal.” His mouth finds its purchase on the crook of your neck, abusing the delicate skin to ground himself. A cry escapes you, his much, much larger body pushing you further down into the mattress. Your fingers thread through his hair, goosebumps spreading across your body when Mingyu trails down open-mouthed kisses from your collarbones to nipple.

“Gyu–” you moan, the warmth of his mouth enclosing around the sensitive nub. Bolts of pleasure shake you to the core as he grazes his teeth over it before suckling on it soundly, his left hand expertly tweaking the other one. Your mind is a mess, lost in the sensation of his tongue brushing over your nipple repetitively. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he moves over to the neglected bud, ravishing it with attention. You’re nothing but a twitching, mewling mess under him.

With a loud, wet pop, Mingyu finally pulls away a bit to admire what he has done. Even though your mind is in a haze, the bodily urge to feel his skin makes you pull onto his hoodie’s sleeves with a whine. He stops short, eyes following your hand with a fond laugh. “You want that off, huh?” your boyfriend of five months mutters dulcetly. You nod with a pout, fingers still lightly gripping on the material.

“I guess it is kinda unfair that I’m still fully clothed.” Mingyu tilts his head, getting rid of the cloth with one hand. The technique impresses you so much that you’re a few seconds late to notice the treasures he has been hiding inside – the ones you’ve been daydreaming about for a while now. You wrap up your legs tighter around his waist, hand coming up to cover a portion of your face. From his huge arms that can probably choke you to death to his chest that is probably larger than yours, and the chiseled abs adorning his abdomen – the reality is much more impressive than what your fruitful mind had come up with.

Although, it is a tad bit overwhelming. Your lust-fueled brain creates all sorts of lewd ideas; you had no clue that you can think about such things too, up until this moment. It makes you impossibly embarrassed, and you find yourself shrinking under his gaze. “Speechless, hm? Likewise.” Mingyu leans down to get your arm out of your face, a smug grin on his face that almost infuriates you. “You like it, don’t you? That you’re so tiny in my arms?”

Hearing those words out loud makes your heart flip. You try to thrash around a bit but realize that he has caged you entirely with his body. He quirks an eyebrow at that. “Hey… are you uncomfortable? I told you; you can tell me to stop anytime, didn’t I?” He lets go of your arms, looking at you questioningly.

“No!! I’m okay, I swear! It’s just, um– I didn’t expect you to figure out what I was thinking.” You reach for him and gently pull him back closer. Mingyu smiles, relieved to hear that.

“You’ll have to get used to it though, kind of. It’s really easy to tell what you’re thinking by your body language.” He clicks his tongue, peppering your face with kisses. A sigh of contentment escapes you, your hands moving to explore his bare skin. You brush over his nipples, your fingers rippling over the curves of his abs, heading downward. As you get dangerously close to where his pants have slid down exposing his underwear, the giant on top of you shudders, hissing under his breath. “Fuck. Don’t do that. I might go insane.”

“Why? Let me return the favor… I wanna touch you too…” you whine, a bit surprised. After all, you aren’t a complete stranger to sex. All the times you’ve been intimate with a guy previously, they’ve always wanted to receive stimulation right back after doing what Mingyu just did, or worse, they’d want it even before touching you. Why doesn’t he want it, then?

“'Return the favor'? What the fuck do you mean?! What type of assholes have you been dating before?” He almost sounds agitated. You open your mouth to answer, but nothing really comes to your mind. What can you tell him, really? You’d rather not ruin the mood with your… dark dating history.

“Well, teach me everything, then! I’ll be an obedient student for you.” You hope that your suggestive tone is enough to change the topic. Spoiler alert: it is.

“That’s… a dangerous proposition to put out in front of me. Teach you, huh?” Mingyu finds your lips with a smile. His right-hand slides under your back to support his body, his left hand cupping your cheek to take control of the kiss. You moan in his mouth when he starts rubbing his bulge against you.

“I will teach you. Everything and beyond. You will never. Never be able to get enough of me.” He murmurs between kisses, pulling away with a grin. Those words have you devastated, your heart leaping in your chest. Mingyu reaches for your breasts again, but not so gentle anymore.

His big hands engulf the perky peaks, squishing them. You cry out, eyes closing when he mouths one of the nipples. His teeth tugs on it and then his tongue follows after to soothe it down. It’s a different sort of pleasure – one that makes you clench around nothing.

Mingyu trails wet kisses down your stomach until he reaches the band of your panties. He chuckles a bit again, noticing all the goofy prints of the bears on the material closely. You whine, “Don’t laugh, I know it’s embarrassing!” His index finger finds your clit with precision, a shocked gasp escaping you.

And you thought guys don’t know what the fuck is a clitoris. Well, some of them do need to study the female anatomy before even thinking of doing anything, speaking from experience.

“It’s cute, you’re cute,” Mingyu hums, continuing to rub you over the panties. As if you already haven’t made a mess of those. The material sticks to your pussy almost unconformably, even more slick leaking out of your core.

“Gosh, please. Gyu…” you wriggle a bit, impatient for more than just that. He smirks, pulling at your panties, admiring the way strings of your arousal connect you with the cloth.

Mingyu rasps, “Fuck, look how wet you are.” He lets his finger coat in your slippery juices, discarding the ruined underwear and tossing it somewhere in the room. A sudden wave of shyness creeps up on you, and you find yourself crossing your legs.

It doesn’t work out as he parts your legs all the way with both of his hands, and for some reason your body just gives into it. Mingyu holds your legs firmly for a while before resting them both on his shoulders. “How pretty,” he coos, taking the closest look someone has ever taken at your pussy. Your hands automatically come up to cover your eyes, an almost inaudible whimper rumbling in your throat.

He parts your nether lips, exposing your weeping, needy hole to his eyes. “Good fucking lord,” Mingyu grunts, “I already know ‘m gonna love this pussy to bits.” His hot breath fans over the sensitive area repetitively. You feel yourself clenching again, your mind hazy with lust.

“Please don’t tease me…” you mewl, daring to take a look at him. You’re shocked to find his sparkling eyes focused on your cunt. But Mingyu looks up to meet your gaze, his tongue peeking out just slightly. You’re unable to break away from the stare, as if in a trance, while he starts to lower his face slowly.

“Ohmygod,” you moan, your head hitting the pillow as he suddenly hurries up to lick a fat stripe along your slit. He hums upon the first taste, flattening his tongue to cover more area. You shiver, exhilarated by his touch. Mingyu brings his fingers in the scene too, letting them slather up in his spit and your nectar.

You shriek when the wet, flexible muscle slips inside your entrance, his digits rolling your clit in lazy circles. He moans at the taste, moving his tongue in swirling motions inside. The sensation of it is too strong and overwhelming for you. You’ve never been touched like this in your life.

“Mmh! Fuck– I can’t, gonna come–” you manage to utter between pants. Your hands have turned into fists, a weird feeling coiling inside you. It’s so intense, and you start to feel like you’ll burst. Mingyu doesn’t pull away, though, holding you tight and doubling his efforts, a string of incoherent words leaving you.

You start spasming soon, a rush of fluids reaching his mouth. He grunts and slows down, surprised at how quickly you finished. On the other hand, tears wet your temples, your body shaking from the aftermath. You have never experienced this amount of ecstasy before. Mingyu starts lapping at you a while after, ignoring your pleading cry. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, baby? Tasting so heavenly, hm?”

He doesn’t stop until he’s sure that every drop you offered to him is consumed. You’re twitching from hypersensitivity when he finally gets up to cover your body with his. His left hand, however, lingers around your inner thigh, stroking the skin lightly. “You are so responsive,” Mingyu tuts, noticing your tears. “Shit, did that make you cry? Too much?”

You rub your face against his hand as he brings it to dry the wet trails on your face. He sighs, smiling. “You’re gonna give me a whole bunch of new kinks at this rate, princess.”

“It just… felt too good,” you whisper, the ache to have him in your dripping cunt already coming back. You can also feel the painfully big tent of his pants pressing into your thighs, only increasing your struggle. “Gyu… it feels weird again, please.” You look up at him with doe eyes, a low growl reverberating in his throat.

“Ready to go again, are we?” Mingyu cups your pussy with his hand, your hips instinctively rubbing against the calloused skin. He swears under his breath, looking at you needily pressing into him for pleasure. To your dismay, he doesn’t offer any help, only watching you trying to get off using his palm. Your eyes fall on what was previously poking you so indecently.

Good fucking lord. You don’t know what that is, but you need it inside you.

You can’t help but moan wantonly at the thought, your movements increasing. Mingyu shakes his head with a laugh, amused by your very obvious actions. “Turns out you’re not really shy. Or at least, much less than what I thought.”

A whine escapes you, embarrassment hitting you like a ton of bricks. You stop rutting against him and close your eyes immediately, curling up a little as if to protect yourself from his words.

“Oh, come on now! Don’t act like you weren’t just ogling at me, thinking about my cock and how you want it.” Mingyu teases, endeared by you. He reaches for your face, hoping to make you look at him. “No need to shy away, I’d be more than happy to make your cute little fantasies come true.”

“Mingyu!” you grumble, opening your eyes a bit. As much as you hate to admit it, his words excite you. After a small mental debate, you decide to just go with the flow.

“What?!” He challenges. You absolutely hate how entertained your boyfriend sounds right now. Your lips form a pout, your eyes channeling the most pitiful expression you can possibly put on.

“Don’t just… say stuff like that. Do it instead.” The playfulness disappears from his whole demeanor, his fingers immediately reaching for your puffy, slippery labia. You whimper his name when Mingyu eases his middle finger inside you. It’s hard to explain exactly how well that single digit fills you up, your inner walls clenching around it immediately.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” He feels around your entrance with his ring finger, before it slowly vanishes in the depths of you. You struggle for a second to give him space, but it passes away quickly. Mingyu grunts, “Gonna have to prepare you thoroughly with care before I give you my cock. Your little pussy won’t be able to take it otherwise.”

You’re a mess as he scissors the digits inside you, his thumb on your clit to make sure that you experience the best. He stretches you out to his liking, also curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. Your cries are music to his ears. Mingyu is obsessed with the sounds you make – quite literally. And the fact that he’s the reason behind them? Makes it even more obsessive.

By the way your spongy walls squeeze his fingers, he can tell that you’re pretty close to reaching another high. He wonders if he should put another finger in now, as he doesn’t want to delay things further. With all honesty, Mingyu is painfully hard, straining against his boxer briefs. He genuinely can’t restrain his urges anymore.

So, he does follow through, pushing in his index, but stops halfway with your whimpers. “Hurts,” you manage. With his lips pressing in a thin line, he nods, spare hand stroking your stomach in hopes of easing the pain. It takes you a while, but you get used to the unfamiliar stretch. “Your fingers are so… so thick.” Mingyu laughs at your comment, pride welling in his chest.

“My cock is way thicker though.”

“God!” You don’t know if it’s a plea of desperation or devastation. He begins pumping you slowly, hitting all the spots that make you all mushy — spots that you had no idea exist, you swear. Tears have reappeared in your eyes, threatening to fall down. You’re also overflowing with juices, squelching with each thrust of his digits.

“Baby can hear how wet you are for me, can’t you?” Mingyu increases the pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your body starting to stiffen up. He clearly knows what he is doing. Your mind is in a haze, pussy clenching around him.  

The gradual build-up of the coiling pleasure and tension bursts, your body going limp from the shockwaves. He lets you ride out your high, enthralled by the way your body convulses under him. Mingyu curls his fingers for one last time, immediately receiving a shrill cry from your side. Although all you manage is a bunch of incoherent words, he somehow understands what you’re trying to say. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know my princess is so sensitive and it hurts. Let me just pull them out slowly, okay?”

You make a small sound of affirmation, gasping when he finally extracts his digits out of you. It leaves you feeling all empty, but you’re unable to focus on that as he puts his fingers in his mouth. Your whimper, flustered by the low groans and hums Mingyu makes while sucking and licking your essence off his fingers.

When he finally comes back up to hover over you, you cling to his muscular, huge body, wanting nothing more than his warmth and touch. He nuzzles you affectionately in return, pressing your lips together in a kiss. You can taste the subtle aftertaste of yourself, but you really don’t mind it.

Mingyu pulls away with a sigh, touching your foreheads together. From this close, his eyes look like pools of honey, looking at you with an amount of adoration that kind of scares you. “I can’t believe that you – this – is real,” you mumble, entranced by his features.

“Same,” he whispers back. You realize that you’re still aching for him since his fingers left you empty; he’s probably in a way worse situation — judging by the way his bulge presses into you. You sigh.

“Are you… are you gonna stop like this?” Mingyu perks up with your question, smiling.

“It depends on you, baby. Do you want me to end it here? Tell me what you want, I’ll never be mad.” You realize he’s giving you the option to back out, even now, at this state. It warms your heart. Where the hell have people like him been for all those years you struggled?

“I want you.” Your voice is steady, and so is your gaze when you look at him. Mingyu inhales sharply at your words, his adam’s apple bobbing.

“You know what you are saying, right?”

“Mhm…”

“Don’t ‘mhm’ it?! Oh, for god’s sake!”

“What exactly do you want me to say? That I want you to fuck me? Is that—”

You’re unable to finish complaining as he smashes his lips against yours, his tongue prying inside your mouth with the bare minimum resistance. Mingyu tries to get rid of his pants without breaking the kiss, struggling poorly but managing to do so either way. Too bad that he has to pull away moments later, hand slipping into the left pocket of his pants. You’re flushing when he produces a condom out of it, eyes falling to his bare thighs and… the inevitable.

His hearty chuckle rings through your ears. “You’re so obvious that it’s sort of adorable.” Mingyu pushes down his underwear with a small growl, freeing his cock out of its confines. It stands proud and tall against his chiseled abdomen, the large head of it covered with pre-cum. The length of it is a bit curved, a few veins running across it. You’re unable to tear away your gaze from the scene, both impressed and scared. “Like what you see?”

“Will… will it fit in me?” You pout, very unsure. He rips the foil with his teeth, rolling the thin layer of latex down his girth. You moan when he rests his shaft between your pussy lips, positioning himself on top of you. Mingyu puts his right hand under your back to cradle you, his left hand gripping on your leg to put it around his waist.

“I know you can take it, baby.” He sounds weirdly confident, but you’re in no state to think about that. All you can think about is the way his angry, twitching cock feels against your pussy. You let out small whimpers, instinctively rubbing yourself on his length. It feels incredible, his hard, heavy length providing just the right type of stimulation.

Mingyu reaches down to nibble on your earlobe. “Enjoying ourselves, are we, hm?” he whispers, “Didn’t expect you to be like this already. Weren’t you just asking if I can fit inside you oh so innocently a while ago?”

“Ss–stop teasing me! I just – I wan’ your cock so bad.” Your cry sounds so desperate, Mingyu grits his teeth. His left hand pushes down onto your hips and his mouth sucks a hickey on your neck; his cock sliding down until the bulbous tip reaches your weeping hole.

“You’re gonna take it like a good girl, right?”

“Yes!”

When he finally starts pushing in with a groan, the lubrication helps him slide in. But you find yourself struggling to give him space. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes, the stretch frankly too much. Mingyu stops after the head is inside your molten warmth, stroking your stomach. “Shh, relax, princess, you overcame the hardest part, you’re doing so well.”

You nod silently, a few tears still escaping as you get used to the feeling. Mingyu kisses those salty streaks away, his thumb drawing random patterns on the skin of your hips. After receiving your confirmation to go further, he slowly penetrates deeper and deeper into you, until you stop him again. “I– I can’t anymore…”

He gives you a comforting kiss. “It’s alright, baby. You don’t have to push yourself too hard. It’s our first time trying! I’m so proud of you for taking so much of me so quickly.” His words bring a big, stupid smile to your face.

“Thank you…”

The transition from discomfort to pleasure is unclear, but you moan after a while, your nerve endings on fire. It feels like you’ve been stuffed up to the brim, all sorts of fluids gushing around his cock. “Oh god, move, Gyu. Please.”

Mingyu is more than happy to oblige, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back inside. It effectively pushes him a bit deeper, but there’s no sign of discomfort anymore. You wrap yourself around him tighter, moaning wantonly.

“Fuck, fuck. You feel s’good baby, pussy sucking me in so well.” It’s obvious to you that he is fighting himself to keep his pace relatively gentle and slow. But you’re scared of what would happen to your body if he doesn’t hold back.

You wind your hands around his neck, reaching for his hair and threading your fingers through the strands. Mingyu growls when you pull on them, a rougher thrust hitting your sweet spot. You cry out, gummy walls squeezing his girth happily. “So big,” you huff, eyes rolling back as he continues to hit that spot repetitively.

“You’re just so fucking tiny, baby,” he touches his forehead with yours. “'m scared that if I go too hard, you’ll break.”

You moan, your lust-paralyzed brain entirely forgetting about your previous worries. “Nono, I can– I can take it! Go harder.” Mingyu complies immediately, as if he has been waiting for those words to come out of your mouth. All restrain gone, he drills into you with full force, hitting all the nooks and crannies within you. “Ohmygod, ugh–” you whimper, strange, euphoric sensations flooding your system. You’ve never been fucked this well before.

“You’re so warm and wet and squeezing me so well, baby. My baby treats me s’good. Fuck,” he grunts, pushing your body more into the pillows and the mattress. Your nails dig into his shoulders, sure to leave prominent marks for the next week.

Mingyu gets increasingly rough, the sound of skin slapping echoing through your bedroom. He probes way deeper now, often hitting your cervix which makes you jolt. His balls also hit against your ass repetitively, your body overboard with ecstasy.

You’re a drooling, teary mess, babbling about how big he is and how good he’s making you feel. Your gummy walls are pulsating around him sporadically, extremely close to another orgasm. You pull him in for a messy kiss, moaning at the feeling of his dick hitting you rough.

Mingyu takes a close look at your state once he breaks away from the kiss. His cock twitches at the sight. “I– goodness. Don’t show this face to anyone else, ever. Good fucking hell! I don’t think I can last any longer.” He reaches for your attention deprived swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles and often pinching it between his fingers.

“Ugh– ‘m gonna come, Gyu, it feels like ‘m gonna burst–”

“Come for me, angel. You can let go; I got you.” Mingyu whispers against your shoulder, his own thrusts turning sloppy and uneven. You cry out his name as the pleasure ruptures, bliss overtaking every inch of your body. It almost feels like you’ve reached the seventh heaven, body floating in the air.

Mingyu moans as your inner walls clamp down onto his cock with your orgasm, his movements halting momentarily. “Gonna milk me dry, aren’t you?” He hisses under his breath, giving a few hard thrusts before reaching his own high. His body gives out, crushing you under him as he catches his breath.

Exhaustion kicks in as soon as the haze of the release passes, and you yawn. Mingyu, even though equally spent, rolls over so your small form can rest on top. “Are you okay, baby?” He rubs your back soothingly. You struggle to keep your eyes open, head comfortably resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat that slows down to normal with each passing second.

“Mmm, sleepy…” you mumble, another yawn escaping you. Mingyu sighs, ruffling your hair adoringly.

“It’s okay, you can sleep. I’ll clean you up.” You smile, kissing the skin closest to your lips. Silence fills up the space again, your eyes fluttering close with the white noise of his heartbeat and breaths.

Before slipping into unconsciousness, you realize there’s only one thought in your mind.

This is the most loved and cared for you’ve felt with someone who isn’t your mom.  

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back with even more trigun x honkai star rail crossover thoughts, this time inspired by @jiinglespurs's veritas the punisher fanart :D though i'm not sure if i can call this just "thoughts" when it's turned into uh... several paragraphs of rambling and then a 2k word ratiorine fanfic about it. it's mostly unedited because i think i wrote most of it in some sort of possessed/fugue state where i was solely consumed by the need to have aventurine as vash, veritas as wolfwood, and for them to hurt my own feelings, but yeah in total this is around three thousand words in one post. i'm gonna hide it under a cut for everyone's sake :)

to start, no man's land is now penacony, of course. instead of seven cities, it's twelve, based on the twelve dreamscapes. now, most of these cities are just there to exist in the background and/or be destroyed. the lore important ones are midnight, sol, and morning dew (idk if the names should be changed to sound more like locations but trigun has cities named after months, names like morning dew aren't entirely out of the question).

midnight is where ships first crashed onto the planet, dooming humanity to a lonesome existence in this new world. however, despite being the vash and nai representative characters, this wasn't because of kakavasha and sunday. no, it was mikhail and gopher wood, the watchmaker and the dreammaster whose actions helped shape the penacony storyline in canon. these days, it's mostly a ghost town, the remnants of the first human civilizations on the planet. and morning dew is the july of this world, the location where shit will be going down, since it's where the dewlight pavilion is in canon so it'd be wherever sunday hosts his currently unnamed religious fanaticism organization.

in canon, sol is the dreamscape known for museums, libraries, and academies. thus, this becomes where veritas is from. to take more from wolfwood's backstory, he would've been an orphan there, brought up in an orphanage and not really able to get a proper education. luckily for him, i feel like he'd be a pretty self sufficient learner- he could've stolen books and snuck into buildings to help teach himself math, science, philosophy, etc. seeing his potential, the orphanage probably would've wanted to help send him to school, but he would insist that if they sent anyone, it would be the other kids who'd need it more than him, or that they save their money for food and supplies. a pity, perhaps if he did go away to school then he wouldn't have been taken and made into a killer rather than a scholar.

remember how i said that things would've been caused by gopher wood and mikhail? well, both of them are dead now. mikhail would've died first, which is rather unfortunate because then gopher wood would've been able to make a power grab and form the currently unnamed organization (though it'll probably be named after smth to do with the harmony or the order) incredibly powerful and influential within penacony. he would've had grand plans, and i think sunday should coup him before he could do much with them. kill his father, take his power, be more ambitious that he ever could.

speaking of this unnamed organization, its members are this au's versions of the gung-ho guns and can really be any character who shows up in the penacony quests. there's veritas the punisher, of course, and it's now led by dominicus, the name sunday goes just like how nai goes by millions knives. very transgender of both of them. then there's gallagher the hound, sparkle the fool, and while i don't have any ideas for robin, those three would be in the upper echelons of this group; both because sunday wants to keep his friends close and his enemies (of which gallagher and sparkle are certainly both possibilities) closer, and because the four remind me of the four harmonic strings, and sunday would definitely love the symbolism of that. i've also got two other ideas for its members: acheron the blade, an accomplished swordswoman known for never unsheathing her sword in a fight, and samuel the cavalry, an unknown young woman cloaked in both brutality and a fearsome armor made from lost tech.

why is kakavasha on the run from sunday and his organization? he's the vash adjacent character in this au, but he's not actually related to sunday, the two don't have any original closeness to utilize. but the glory of an au is that you can put canon into a paper shredder and say things like "maybe the avgins were there before anyone crash landed onto the planet. maybe kakavasha is still the last of his kind. and because i can, maybe he's got some fun powers that i can use to make him get homoerotic with veritas but can also serve as a reason why sunday is hunting him down." really i just need to be able to make him suffer more than jesus for my own entertainment.

and finally, i love the thought of eve being jade's real name, so it's jelena and eve who end up traveling with kakavasha across the world. they're meant to be like the insurance girls, financial sector employees who have ended up sticking with him because of the monetary disasters he keeps causing everywhere he goes.

ONTO THE GOOD STUFF. IT'S FANFIC TIME.

"what the hell were you thinking, blondie?" veritas yells, crouching beneath a half destroyed wall as the top of it gets riddled with bullets, spinning the punisher around and firing backwards without looking. he doesn't have to; they drilled him on trajectories and distances and angles so much he doesn't even need to run the numbers, his hearing helping to pick up on where the bandits are and his hands naturally guiding his aim. it's not a guarantee that he hit where he wanted every time, but he hears the first three bodies drop like apples from a tree, while the fourth cries out in terror and moves in time to flee.

"i had a plan, veritas! no one was going to get hurt!" he's a damn good liar, that kakavasha, because veritas can smell the blood coming from his arm, enhanced senses tuned in to everything around him more than he would ever like to be. now is not the time to be overwhelmed by all that. covering his ears, veritas remains crouched as another explosion sounds off behind the two of them, and then he takes off. keeping the punisher close to his chest, he counts the footsteps he can hear as he runs, the way kakavasha's catch up to him.

he's taller, but kakavasha is faster. veritas has shorter strides despite having longer legs, it's just because of the way he runs while burdened with such a heavy weight. kakavasha barely touches the ground as he sprints though, especially when they aren't yet back to the sand that surrounds the sprawling metropolitan city of blue hour. an ever-growing town situated with a monopoly of the largest body of water in penacony means the people here certainly wouldn't struggle with shitty roads, and it also means it's a shitty place for them to have run into the fool.

ten more steps. five more. two- kakavasha overtakes him, and veritas finishes counting down the beats in his head. keeping perfect time with the fool's rhythm, he spins, firing a single shot at the explosive doll that's launched towards them. it hits perfectly, and even though whatever charge sparkle put in this one is stronger than the rest, it's still within the parameters veritas had set. kakavasha is out of the blast radius, and the punisher absorbs most of the force of the shockwave and the shrapnel from it, leaving veritas to deal with just a piece that nicks his side and the searing heat.

no time to waste after that; he turns right back around and keeps running, easily falling into step with kakavasha as they both time their steps with each others’. "you think you could have a plan to deal with this? you've heard about the fool before, right? you can't predict what's going to happen next, there isn't any game theory about the best course of action you can apply to this!"

"you predicted that bomb!" kakavasha points out, both yelling to be heard.

"yes, as a one time thing, not a broad overview of this entire scenario! there's no strategy to minimize harm!" he tugs kakavasha into a tight left turn, hearing footsteps from the direction they had been headed. "sparkle doesn't play by any games' rules, only her own. the only way we might be able to deal with her is to get rid of her stage and her audience, and that's this whole damn town!"

he'd have to be more of a fool than dominicus' latest assassin to miss the way that kakavasha looks at him, unnatural eyes wide and staring through those obnoxious pink glasses of him. "you sure know a lot about her," he says once they manage to stop for a moment to catch their breath.

veritas very nearly doesn't resist the urge to go and snap those glasses in half. "well, you heard what miss eve has said before. i'm quite well learned, for someone like me. i'm more worried that you don't seem to know anything at all about the people hunting you down!"

laughing nervously, the way kakavasha checks the ammo of his revolver is one of the most obvious tells veritas has ever seen, second only to the way his fist is always held behind his back as he talks monsters out of mayhem to spare others' lives. it's a tell that reminds him entirely too much of this martyr's opposite, and he forces the thought from his mind. "i'd really prefer it if they didn't have to do so, you know, it'd make this whole journey much more pleasant. after all, i've already got you here with me, right? no need for anyone else."

for all that veritas is well versed in practical manners, his body and mind honed to perfection, the heart and feelings continue to elude his grasp. he has no idea what emotion it is that overtakes him- rage? confusion? fear? something else entirely? all he knows is that he looks over at kakavasha, and that idiot is just grinning at him, just smiling as if he isn't hinting at everything that's been threatening to tear down veritas' entire world.

moving without thinking, dust fills the air as he slams kakavasha against the nearest wall, a hand gripped around his neck and not letting go. "what the fuck do you think you know about?" he yells, tightening his hold. "you- you fucking bastard, how long have you known?"

in the split second attack, kakavasha's glasses must have fallen to the ground, because he's met with the full force of that multicolored gaze that always cuts quick to his very core. "since we met," he wheezes, "i've known all along."

veritas drops him, watching kakavasha fall to sit on the ground as something unfamiliar writhes within his gut. "you knew? and you- you didn't do anything about it? how in the world could anyone, even you, make a gamble with such high stakes? just because you think you know me? were you just going to let me get close to you- no, not even you, were you going to play with jelena and eve's lives like that? just bet that i won't kill them, that they won't end up as more innocent casualties because of you, stampede?"

"hear what you're saying?" kakavasha sounds too smug, too fucking sure of himself, like he's already won this argument, and veritas turns around so he won't have to see the same expression on the bastard's face. "you care about them. you wouldn't let them get harmed in a fight, you're not about to go and hurt them yourself. you're a good person, veritas, and i trust you-"

"no," he spits, seething with vitriol bubbling up to the surface. "you're naive, stampede, you're a gambler and a fool-"

"funny," comes another voice, lilting and feminine, "i thought that i was the fool here."

the argument seems to be unanimously paused as both whip their heads around to stare at the newcomer, guns drawn and at the ready. she just laughs at that, raising her hands to show that she's not carrying any of the dolls she's been using to wreak havoc across blue hour. "easy, boys, no need for such hostility!"

veritas makes sure he's aiming right between her eyes. "what the fuck do you want?"

more giggles. "entertainment, of course! and this little lover's spat is more entertaining than what the rest of the town has become. those girls you mentioned spoiled most of the fun for me, taking away my grand audience and actors, so i had to look for something else!"

jelena and eve got the citizens away. veritas sighs with relief at the realization. there will still be piles of bodies and rubble to clean up, but the girls must've come up with some type of evacuation plan after the four got separated. his grip on the punisher loosens slightly, but not enough to not aim to kill. "so, did you get the entertainment you wanted?"

"of course! and even though you're entertaining, i know that you won't kill me, punisher, and your little blond puppy over there definitely won't, no matter how thrilling that would be to see! so, i'll see myself out, as i'm getting rather bored here. toodle-oo!"

even he can't see where she got the last doll from, considering he hadn't seen any with her, but maybe there is something to how lucky kakavasha seems to be when it only explodes into a cloud of colorful dust and bright lights. by the time he turns back, sparkle the fool is long gone. "damn it," he curses, lowering the punisher as reality sinks in. "damn it, damn it!"

kakavasha's touch is what snaps him out of it, a palm placed right over where he got hit earlier. he hisses at the sting, already reaching for one of the vials he keeps within the punisher. no more need to hide it if blondie's known all this time. "wait," he hears, and he pauses despite himself, unable to stop himself from indulging kakavasha's gentle request.

a warm sensation spreads from where kakavasha touches him, soothing his aches as it spreads through his nerves and veins, through to where blood has already started to clot now that he's no longer prolonging the healing by moving around. the pain was already negligible and nothing compared to what he's faced in the past, yet suddenly it's gone entirely. if he were to look, veritas is sure that he would be faced with the familiar sight of his flesh stitching itself back together until there's not even a single hint that he had been injured remaining. he doesn't look though, keeps his eyes trained away from the man next to him. "i- you-"

"we should meet back up with the girls," kakavasha says. he draws back after a few more seconds, his work apparently done. he picks something up from the ground; his sunglasses, veritas realizes, and it's only once he's got those back on that veritas can face him again.

grabbing onto his wrist as soon as he can get an opportunity to, veritas takes a few seconds to wait for words to start working for him again before speaking. "what the fuck did you just do?"

"oh, that? that's nothing! think of it as just a token of my appreciation, mkay?"

however fast kakavasha can run is not going to help him run away from this. "that's- you know that's not what i wanted to hear, blondie. you just healed me with nothing but a single touch. the only thing i know of that can do anything like that is the healing serum that asshole has been able to cook up for people like me. even someone like you could understand how suspicious that is, and i know i've got no leg to stand on for this, but you-"

"veritas." kakavasha doesn't want to leave him any room to disagree with him on this. "i said, we should meet up with the girls."

"they're safe, they can wait- wait." pieces click into place within his thoughts. they're still hasty and disorganized, but they show him the steps to take through the right method. "heal yourself first, you damn gambler."

"who, me? i'm not hurt, veritas!" he snatches his arm away the moment that veritas makes a move to yank his sleeve up, as if the two of them can't see the blood staining the outside of his jacket anyways.

it's a reaction he had been expecting. "you infuriate me, do you know that? i was going to ask you what you are, considering your little special ability, but i already know the most important answer to that. you're a martyr, and you won't heal yourself even though you can."

"it's just not effective on myself?" kakavasha tries to counter.

"you and i both know that isn't true, but if that's the way you want to play this, fine. let's go back to the girls, and i'll make sure that jelena guilts you into letting me bandage you up properly."

a faux gasp. he's brought them back to more familiar territory. playful sounding bickering that still holds its edge, conceding to his wants while using them against him. half casual conversation, half the strategy of a hostage negotiation. "you wouldn't dare!" kakavasha exaggerates. "i'm her favorite, you know."

he grabs ahold of the unsaid conversation. "no, you're eve's favorite. jelena likes me more than you, she says that i'm more reasonable." in bickering about the two of them, it's what goes unsaid that means the most. they can talk like this because nothing is going to change between the four of them. kakavasha isn't going to tell them anything, for better or for worse. "listen, gambler-"

"no need to say anything, veritas." his eyes don't look as odd when they're accompanied by a genuine smile. "we've all got our secrets, right?"

he looks away first, hauling the punisher back over his shoulder and letting the weight dig in uncomfortably against his back. "yes" he whispers, knowing kakavasha would still hear him, "yes we do."

[theashemarie]

Hi Ashe, love your stuff. You mentioned finding a typing layout that won't lead to long term strain? I'm primed to face similar wrist-related injuries in my future, and I was curious if you'd be willing to share? (No pressure if not!)

Okay, this got really long so I'm gonna append it under a read more for everyone's sake.

tldr; arm and hand angle while typing are very important. also stretching!! additionally, paying very close attention to how you use your wrists in all aspects of your life, not just while typing.

It's been a while since I rehashed this, but just for the sake of everyone who wasn't here in 2020: one major reason I stopped writing and posting Pearlina fanfic was because I had repetitive strain injuries in both of my wrists and had to basically stop writing for a year.

My writing speed is high; I'm not saying this to brag, just to illustrate. My WPM is 90 and I can do 2k words in an hour on a good day. Because I was so inspired, I was writing a lot and I was writing quickly, and, as a result, I basically injured myself badly enough to get my ass benched for a full calendar year.

Of course, you can do this to yourself if you have a slower writing speed. Listen to your body! If you wrist hurts, stop.

This time around, I've been troubleshooting. I have three keyboards: a mechanical, a split mechanical (a keyboard that's basically two big pieces, cut right down the middle), and one of my most behated Apple butterfly switch monstrosities. I've slowly rotated between the three as my wrist pain has gotten worse.

Wrist alignment matters. I write at work when I'm not busy, and I realized that I don't end up in pain there. Why? The keyboard is angled down and the travel distance between the keys is very low.

Unfortunately, I've discovered that my ideal typing setup to avoid strain is to use the awful Apple keyboard with very little travel distance between the keys. Because of the butterfly switches, I don't have to press down hard on the keys either. I miss my thonky click clack keyboards every day, but since switching, I've had more days without pain than I have in a while. I also got a new desk that sits lower so my arms are at a natural resting position.

I still have to take whole days where I can't use a keyboard. It's a struggle, but it's getting better. I've also realized that my left wrist, which is the one most prone to strain, is the one that I use to prop myself up with the most, like when I brush my teeth or get up off the couch. It's def worth paying attention to when you're not sitting at your desk.

Of course, stretch, stretch, stretch! Also, it can't hurt to get a 2 pound weight and do some strengthening exercises. This is not medical advice, but my doctor told me to grip the weight and lift it using just my wrist. This will strengthen the tendon that runs through the wrist and make it less prone to strain.

Hope this helps! Let me know if you have any other questions!

[awiola]

Normal update, autumn??? XXIII

Okay, so I thought it would be a nice, winter quarterly update but turns out the last one was titled summer and I guess going by calendar, winter barely started so it's??? autumn??? I guess??? Last day of the year but autumn, sure, let's go with that. That being the case, I have no new year's pic for y'all cause I can't draw I was devving uhh, rly hard, let's say. Totally.

Anyway, the mushroom jam has ended and I planned to have a release update BUT THEN I DIDN'T FINISH THE GAME ON TIME YET AGAIN, who would've thought, so, like, there's nothing. I mean, something exists but yeah >_> I'll write a devlog when it finally looks presentable. Moving on...

Current game stuff

The spooktober game has been finished, kinda - The enmity of dead things. It, well, it works and it contains the full script and everything but lacks both art and music cause I couldn't finish it on time laziness goes brrr. Then I wanted a break and worked on other games and kinda left it like that... So that's the first item on my "Finally finish it in 2024, you stupid fuck" list. All in all it wasn't a total failure and I had fun for the most part. Committing to my bad decisions [look at the textbox] is actually the main cause the game wasn't finished on time... You live and don't learn.

The failure of the year... Or quarter at least - Mushroom game. Despite being technically published to add it to the jam, it's so unfinished I won't even link it here. And it's all my fault cause I was being lazy and, as usual, forgot I can't actually program. Yeah...

Helped with Cool Days. There's really not much of my work there, I honestly considered making a new category for games I kinda helped with but tbh the amount of work actually finished was close to zero but hey, it's still more than nothing so Check it out, it has cool graphics.

The ace teens game got shelved/postponed and it's not my fault this time but instead we're working on a fantasy kinda thing for Ace jam [and maybe also Zack jam while we're at it but that might've been said in jest]. Fortunately it's small enough I don't expect any delays. I can say it involves a golem who isn't a humanoid (灬˘╰╯˘灬)♥｡･ﾟ

Now for the big thing.

Fanfares, please.

🎉🎉🎉

IMPOSTOR SYNDROME - is a game for winter jam which also happens to be a demo cause we ran out of time but! - it will be finished soon-ish. I'll share more details in the release devlog so if the link to the game works already, that means the page's up and so is all the info. If it doesn't work, check again in a few hours but I'm assuming most people who actually read all that will do so post winter jam anyway.

Genre wise it's an otome chat sim comedy that's extremely self indulged and I'm not ashamed of that. Gotta make games for yourself and all that. Though, again, my own conribution to the development process remains minimal. I'm truly becoming the idea guy.

The "Finally finish it in 2024, you stupid fuck" list aka the stuff that should've been finished already but isn't

Umm, yeah, everything. Or, to be more specific, Mushroom game and Enmity take priority here but all the other games that needed some quality of life adjustments like making the web build work on mobile etc are also included [which is kinda funny cause a lot of them could be corrected in like an hour if I actually sat and did just that].

It's been more than three years since I released Argousze and yes, you gessed it, it's also unfinished. Which is extra funny in a pathetic way cause it was supposed to be a low effort game with, like, 2k words of wordcount. To be fair I kinda dropped it cause I couldn't design my aliens but maybe I'll actually get a good idea for once and manage to release it on its fourth anniversary. That'd be nice.

Other than that, well... That's more of a resolution than anything but I should stop constantly joining new teams and all... And either take a proper dev break or work on ye olde projects waiting for me since the beginning of HS. I'll become older than my oldest LI before I finish them at this point lol

Pariiish noootiiiceees

This year we're gonna have two new jams instead of one. Stuff happened and yeah. No links just yet cause not only are the pages not finished but there's also no planned date/duration beyond 'sometime in the later part of the year'.

The first jam is Tentacle jam which, I'm pretty sure, would bring us eroges. This was not my intention and all kind of sfw tentacles are allowed but tbh as long as there's a proper story, even a nukige would pass. Basically the rules remain like in all the previous jams I hosted.

The second jam is Insect [adjacent] jam which actually accepts all kinds of arthropods but it started as just insect jam and I wanted to keep the name. So yeah. Obviously more detailed rules of what's allowed would be written on the page when it's up properly and not in a half dead state like right now.

Incidentally, whatever the date ends up being, both of these jams would be hosted at the same time so if you wanted to make a story taking place underwater or something, you could submit it to both of these jams. Neat, right?

That's it for this year.

Over.

[littlefreya]

Can I ask why you stopped writing? If it does not offend, I just love your work so much I thrive to have a new story as I've read all your work more than 100 times each.

Hey dear anon. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I am a bit confused about this ask since I posted a new story last week, and another one a week before. Both stories were about 2k words. Then I posted a bunch of silly little drabbles. Perhaps you didn’t see them being posted? Which is fine. We all have our lives outside of Tumblr 😁 but I can assure you I never stopped writing. I have been working on a story for a while now. I haven’t finished it yet because of real life priorities and because I want to be happy with its quality.

The thing that did change is my cadence of posting stories and my standards. I don’t wish to post stuff that I am not happy with, and my life have been busier, so answering every prompt with a story has been slow and working on my own stuff has been slow. I have also wrote so many stories and I want to keep it original and not repeat myself, you know? And needless to say, I’m a diagnosed neurodivergent suffering from ADHD, which makes everything a challenge. During lockdown when we were all stuck at home having a bad time, you would see me posting every couple of days, because there was nothing else to do but write. Things are different now, our lives changed, mine definitely did, I went through stuff, bad and good… and needless to say this place changed as well. But none of this means I stopped.

So again, don’t take this the wrong way, I am really happy to hear that you enjoy my stories, a bit confused but grateful that you asked. I have been writing my entire life but never posted my work online until the end of 2019. Getting others to read and enjoy my stories has been an important change in my life and through this app I met people who are dear to me and who helped me become a better writer.

So nope, haven’t stopped.

[wangxianficrecs]

I’m in the Mood for a Fic Where…

Happy New Year to all.  I was hoping the whole brouhaha about tags and new posts would have been fixed by now, but I’m getting so many of these requests that I’ve got another entire Mood post in queue.  So I hope everyone who is involved gets to see this.  Help me out, here, Crew!

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1.  For the next In The Mood For I am looking for fics where (a) the library scene actually happened or WY finds out about the dream (hopefully with a happy ending) and (b) fics where WY deals with his fear of dogs~ Thanks!!

(a)

Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 187k, wangxian, lan qiren & wei wuxian, WIP)

(b)

❤️Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, my bookmark)

a different reflection by silversshadow (T, 32k, wangxian, my post)

❤️Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, wangxian, my bookmark) - puppy therapy is actually in the sequel Silver bells and cockle shells

❤️ Rabbit Heart by Suaine (M, 57k, wangxian, my post) - wwx adopts a puppy

he’s worth it, for every bead in his hair by overgrownruins (E, 75k, wangxian, nielan, minor niexian, moshang from SSVS) - WWX magically bonds with a wolf and thus must get over his fear of dogs! Also there’s other interesting plot things and a fascinating au inspired by the ‘A Companion to Wolves’ book.  MXTX Big Bang 2021.

many envies by newamsterdam (T, 21k, jiang cheng & wei wuxian)

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2.  Hello!! Welcome back✨[thank you!] I love all of your recommendations, and I'm probably not even half quarter reading all the fanfics.. And I wanna ask a question, perhaps do you know any fanfics that have infidelity between Wangxian? Like one of them cheating and left the other kind of stuff. And they have a baby too! Thanks💕

A part of my heart, a part of his heart by Windandthunder (M, 11k, wangxian, xixian)

on the precipice of by insane_falcon (T, 5k, xixian, wangxian, lan wangji & lan xichen)

I'm watching it Burn by BCat13 (G, 6k, wangxian, lan wangji/others)

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3.  For your next "I'm in the mood for a fic where..." post, do you have any recs for fics where WWX is brought back by someone else? (Preferably a named, canon character rather than an oc). I read Everyanything, where he was brought back by Qin Su, which you recced recently, [my ❤️bookmark] and really enjoyed it.

the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, wangxian, qingli) - JYL resurrection AU

So You Want to Start a War by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 23k, wangxian, WIP) - QS brings WY back

Five People Who Never Summoned Wei Wuxian by EHyde (G, 3k, wangxian)

A Worse Timeline by donutsweeper (T, 2k, wangxian, series in progress) -  JC performs the Sacrifice ritual

The Conspiracy will kick your ass by Bazbaz (M, 43k, wangxian, WIP) -  NHS performs the Sacrifice ritual

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4.  Wow your recs are so good!! Do you happen to know any good outsider pov?

Here are 30 fics in my #POV Outsider tag (this is my AO3 collection, since tags aren’t working well here on tumblr) which includes more distant characters but also POV of major characters (like Jiang Cheng) but focused on observing Wangxian. [ Link is actually to a search for the word ‘outsider’ since I tend to tag both POV Outsider AND Outsider POV, derp.]

House on Haunted Hill by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 6k, xongxiao,meng yao & nie mingjue) -  outsider POV of a night-hunt set in a supposedly haunted inn. This is an old-school Scooby-Doo homage in which the culprits are plain old greedy mundanes; the investigators, however...(JGY, SL, XXC, NMJ, AQ; post-canon; set in the Babbit's Pieces-verse.)

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5.  Hello!! Thank you so much for the recommendations, your page has been my go-to for wangxian content for a while now! If it's alright with you, I was wondering if you know any fics where (for any reason) there are multiple Wei Yings from different times (teen, yiling patriarch, and after his revival etc) and Lan Wangji has to deal with them?? I hope it's not too confusing, english is not my first language TT Thank you!

Four Parts Honey and One Part Vinegar by masked (T, 13k, wangxian, my post) - Burial Mounds-era WWX comes to the post-canon future in the final chapter. WWX is jealous of LWJ's attention to his past self

veni vidi vici by wolframvonbielefeld (maknaeline) (E, 6k, wangxian) -  In an Incense Burner dream, present-day WWX is confronted by his prior Yiling Laozu persona, and assimilates that aspect of himself in a steamy dual-cultivational ritual (the term “resentacles” applies) as a restrained LWJ witnesses the selfcest.

a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 81k, wangxian) -  Modern AU wangxian travel portal into postcanon wangxian's world

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6.  Hey do you know any fics where (a) Wei Wuxian gets over his fear of dogs? Or (b) Murder Husbands WangXian?

(a)

See #1 (b)

(b)

scienter by synonemous (E, 67k, wangxian, 4 works, series in progress)

You & Me Baby, We'll Eclipse The Sun by 2501987 (E, 130k, wangxian, 22 works)

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7.  Okay, this is probably really specific but I was hoping you or someone reading this could find some stories where Wei Wuxian learns something from someone not in the Jiang family, like he learns how to dye clothes or paint a certain way or blacksmith or build/make something or even learns to use a different weapon? While still being part of the Jiang Sect. Like a side hobby that maybe becomes useful later or impresses Lan Wangji? Just something where Wei Wuxian has teachers or friends outside of the main Jiang clan. (Sorry if this doesn’t make any sense 😅)

Enfant Perdu, Jouet du Destin by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 15k, wangxian)

Instead of rabbits, I’ll give you this by Bloodcoral (T, 95k, wangxian, xicheng, WIP) -  WWX ends up taking several apprenticeships after the lectures to learn more skills and he ends up sending LWJ a pair of gloves made from white dragons scales

Hyperprosexia by malkinmalkout (E, 192k, wangxian, my post) - wwx gets a mastery in talisman arts at one point

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8.  Hi! I really really want to read a fic where Wei Ying and Lan Zhan keep their relationship a secret and reveal it later written during modern times while maybe famous somehow or a good crossover story!

Let's See How Long Nobody Notices by narikanyan (M, 10k, wangxian)

Your Name On My Chest by Director_XuanWu (T, 72k, wangxian, #angst!)

Open Secret by brooklinegirl (E, 35k, wangxian) - secret relationship, but not because of fame

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9.  Hello! I love your blog it’s been so helpful in finding good fics to read. Do you happen to know of any good fics of WWX directly out of the three months in the burial mounds trying to adjust to basically acting human again? I’ve been looking for this one fic I read a while ago that’s about this where WWX steps out of the burial mounds for the first time and travels to yiling and stays at an there inn and basically tries to figure out how to act like a normal human being before he continues on his revenge quest. I can’t seem to find this fic anywhere and I was wondering if you knew of it?  [I couldn’t decide is this was a Finder or a Mood request, but I settled on Mood....]

we're starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, wangxian, jiang cheng & wei wuxian)

not like gold in your dreams by pallasj (T, 10k, wangxian, see Chapter 5)

between the shadow and the soul by cl410 (M, 22k, wangxian, my bookmark)

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10.  Hello! I've followed you for a couple of days (week?) now and I'm been reading a lot of your "in a mood fic" and let me tell you, you have shown me fics that I've never considered before, so thank you for that. [I’m so glad!] I don't know if you're taking asks for "in a mood fic" but do you happen to know fics where a) WangXian PDA or being domestic and other characters react to it and b) NHS protecting NMJ (fix-it or not) - I just love the Nie brothers. Thank you and have a nice day!

(a)

Is My Brother Being Conned? by Director_XuanWu (T, 39k, wangxian, nielan)

(b)

I Have Been Selfish, Too by osiesaur (M, 137k, nieyao, wangxian, 3zun, WIP) - Author says, *screams in social anxiety* i see your latest mood post doesn't have anything for 10b and i wrote a fic that might work. IDK if it's what the asker wants bc it's JGY POV but NHS travels back in time to save NMJ. so *deep breath* self promotion it is I guess.  [FYI self-promotions are admired and supported in this house!]

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11.  Hi! Hope you're doing well, and that you have peaceful holidays :) I was wondering if you know of any fic that deals with wwx being mentally 22/23 while all of his peers are 35/37 closer to 40? Thanks you so much! ~ @theraincanttouchus

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12.  Hello! Glad to see you back posting again. I was wondering if you knew any fics where LWJ's father plays a bigger role? I know he isn't much of a part of canon since he's in seclusion, but I don't really see him that much in fanon either.

Tam Lin AU by osiesaur (T, 26k, wangxian, 2 works) -  features a few scenes with qingheng-jun

Jiang Rising by eebee (M, 135k, wangxian, WIP) -  focused on Jiang Yanli but definitely has QHJ in it

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13.  hey! i was looking for fics where lwj just fucks off from the lan clan, being like a rogue cultivator or whatever (newer ones are appreciated!!) thank youuuu

Here’s my #lan wangji nopes out of the lan sect tag (this is my AO3 collection, since tags aren’t working well here on tumblr)

The Ghost in Our Hearts. by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 13k, nie mingjue/wei wuxian/lan wangji in various permutations) - LWJ leaves his sect, through it is just background

And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, wangxian)

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14.  If you manage to reach this ask by then, Happy Holidays! [Whoops!]  If not, then I hope you had a Happy Holiday! 😆 For an in the mood fic, please may I request unplanned mpreg!wwx, maybe with a touch of drama/hurt-comfort; maybe they'll face disapproval, or wwx runs away, or it's a bit of a rocky pregnancy etc

A Scent of Pine in Winter by mondengel (M, 6k, wangxian)

And the world's alright with me by so_shhy (E, 13k, wangxian, my post)

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15.  Hello ! I hope you are doing well. I don't know if you are still doing this but can you recommend any fics about Lan Xichen feeling guilty after discovering the truth about JGY ? Thank you !

Heartwood Coffin | 心材寿材 by Zeebie (E, 144k, wangxian, WIP) -  covers LXC’s entire life and of course his grief and guilt after canon events

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16.  Got any fics where lan zhan falls off the cliff with wei ying?

scars and scratches by comefeedtherainn (E, 87k, wangxian, WIP) - lwj jumps after wwx

how does one begin by Shializaro (T, 3k, wangxian, my post)

吃一堑，长一智。 by DianxiasDevoted (T, 12k, wangxian, WIP, part of a series called Local Cultivator Gay yeets himself off cliff to save world (NOT CLICKBATE) hahaha)

How Does One Go on? by KamiSuki (G, 1k, wangxian)

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17.  hello! welcome back :) a suggestion for one of your "in the mood for" posts whenever it fits into the queue--no pressure of course! I just want to know if you/your followers know of any good fics where wwx becomes a god when he dies. I've read a few, but am curious if i might have missed any good ones :)

To Capture A Ghost by atomicmuffin (T, 10k, wangxian) - TGCF au

Wuqian, the Local God of Yiling by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (M, 69k, wangxian, WIP)

You still sound like a song by Moominmammashandbag (M, 56k, wangxian, WIP) - river spirit wwx

despite it all by novalotypo (T, 293, wangxian, WIP)

a sky 1300 years wide by novalotypo (T, 18k, wei wuxian & wen ning & wen qing, lan sizhui & wei wuxian, WIP) - Noragami fusion

Mixed Blessings by mondengel (not rated, 2k, wangxian)

Calling Heaven by mondengel (not rated, 2k, wangxian)

Superstitions by Silverne (T, <1k, all three jiang siblings ascend)

Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (G, 30k, wangxian, WIP) -  wwx becomes a god, learns the ropes, recruits some people, visits some people, saves some people, catharsis and emotional growth can happen after death for multiple people

Somewhere Sits an Empty Throne by Siamesa (E, 20k, wangxian)

A Celebration In White by Enigmatree (T, 21k, wangxian, WIP) -  wwx becomes god of the underworld. It's pretty awesome and worldbuilding is amazing. JYL POV.

Ashes and Moonlight by Anonymous (T, 125k, wangxian, hualian, WIP)

The Gods of Love by 0_Heta_0 (M, 74k, wangxian)

Dusk by Arcylic (not rated, <1k, wei wuxian) - the Yiling Patriarch has become a feared and venerated local spirit.

It’s Not The Destination (But The People You Save Along The Way) by Arcxus (T, 25k, wangxian, mo xuanyu & wei wuxian, WIP) - wwx resurrected and apparently a death god

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18.  Hi Mojo, I hope you're having an amazing day! I'm going to be really greedy and ask for 3 recs, please forgive me! The first one (a) is for a really good case fic. The second (b) is for a fic where WWX is put on trial for being the Yiling Patriarch and the last (c) is for a fic with some awesome interaction between WWX and LXC. Platonically though, cause I'm team wangxian all the way. I'll be grateful for even one of these recs, thank you!

(a)

Where the Lonely Ones Goby CSHfic, VSfic (T, 24k, wangxian, my post)

❤️爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 69k, wangxian, my post)

❤️this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, wangixna, my post)

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (M, 55k, wangxian, my post)

❤️moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, wangxian, my post)

(b) 

拨云见日 by RoseThorne (G, 1k, wangxian)

(c)

do you know who tells the truth? by vespertineflora (E, 21k, wangxian, my post)

Nursery Rhymes by manaika (M, 97k, wangxian, nielan)

Is My Brother Being Conned? by Director_XuanWu (T, 39k, wangxian, nielan)

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19.  MOJO, in the next IM IN A MOOD FOR... May I requests some fics, modern if possible if not, everything is good, where everyone thinks that WWX is death and some mourn him for years until they discover that he is alive???? Or just fics where people mourn him hahaha.  Thanks in advance! ~ @nia-rarita​

Let the streetlights guide you home by tellthemstories (M, 37k, wangxian, my post)

These Things Stay the Same by notevenyou (E, 30k, wangxian, my post)

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20.  Hi Mojo! I am in mood of fic which is lwj centric, where wwx is the one who realises he loves first and lwj realises later on. Please no lwj bashing by any characters. I am currently reading Cyclone by friedchickenlord [my post]. Thanks :)

This Lantern Shines For You by apollonie (M, 11k, wangxian, my post) - hanahaki au

I don't shine if you don't shine by ilip13 (E, 10k, wangxian) - Cherry Magic au

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[My ko-fi.]  

If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme​ and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth.  Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!   ***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink!  Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

[tsarisfanfiction]

#1 (Sing A Song of Seven)

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Lee Fletcher, Will Solace, Luke Castellan

A series of Cabin Seven oneshots.  This time: A new arrival to camp.

Been considering doing one of these for a while and finally caved; Sing A Song of Seven will be an ongoing short story collection focusing on Cabin Seven (and their dad!).  Everything in this collection will be canon-compliant up until the end of TOA, although absolutely full of headcanons, and the stories won’t be in chronological order.  Timeline-wise, they’re likely to span from Lee’s arrival in camp through to the ambiguous “post-TOA”.  All the canon Apollo campers will appear at some point or other, as well as a sprinkling of OCs where necessary.  Other characters will also make appearances occasionally!  Likewise, while Solangelo will be acknowledged, it will not be a focal point of the series.  Prompts are accepted, but bear in mind there’s no guarantee I’ll write them, depending on my muses and if they fit my vision of cabin seven.  Anything that ends up longer than 2k words will be posted as its own work, as will anything written to fill external challenges.  No, I cannot be bothered to name these because naming is evil, so they’re just numbered.

Reminder that there’s now a discord server for all my fics, including this one!  If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi!

Young arrivals weren’t particularly unusual, but they weren’t overly common, either.  Since Lee’s own arrival, he’d seen Annabeth, Clarisse and Michael spill into camp in various degrees of dishevelment – especially Annabeth’s arrival; as the healer closest to her age, he’d been the one prodded in her direction while she wailed about the now-a-tree daughter of Zeus.  Most camp inhabitants had already reached double-digits before arriving, and the few younger ones tended to turn up with hell on their heels.

Lee had been an exception, with a near-enough peaceful arrival (he didn’t really like to think about why he’d ended up at camp so early, even six years later) with a satyr guide scurrying him past monsters who hadn’t yet clocked his scent, but it seemed like he wasn’t quite so much of one, now.

The newcomer was another child of Apollo, which was a little unusual because most Apollo kids were on the cusp of teenagerhood when they arrived, claimed in a shower of golden light and a lyre made of sunbeams over his head scant minutes after passing through the barrier.  At a guess, he was probably seven or eight, with a wave of pale blond hair and light blue eyes that were looking around in awed confusion.

Lee could relate.

He wasn’t head counsellor for the cabin yet; another year and Emily would leave, passing the responsibility down to him because he had more beads than the rest of his half-siblings, but she hadn’t left yet and technically that meant greeting the new kids was her job.  There was something about the small, bright child that drew Lee in, though.  Maybe it was how much he looked like Apollo, moreso the rest of the cabin, who were a real mixed bag of appearances, or maybe it was because Lee remembered being seven and arriving in a new home which turned his life upside-down.

He stepped forwards and crouched down a little to be at eye level with the new boy.  Will, his satyr – Thistleberry – had announced in a shaking voice when he’d been claimed.  Will Solace, son of Apollo.

“Hi there, Will,” he greeted with a smile on his face.  “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.  My name’s Lee Fletcher; I’m a son of Apollo, too.”

Will looked at him with wide blue eyes.  He wasn’t entirely uninjured, on closer inspection; small cuts and nicks littered his skin where it was visible, and a bruise was blooming on a shin, as though he’d been kicked.  It was still impressively unharmed for a new arrival.  Even Michael had had open wounds and blood trickling down the side of his face, and Michael had the fastest healing Lee had ever seen.

“Hi,” Will replied quietly, not that Lee could blame him when he was so clearly overwhelmed.  He was missing one of his front incisors, leaving a gap in his teeth and adding a faint whistle to his voice.

“It’s a lot to take in,” Lee acknowledged, offering him his hand as he straightened.  “How about we get you settled in, and I can answer any questions you have when you have them?”

Will looked around, visibly wilting at the fact that Thistleberry had beat a hasty departure – that was a little unusual; it was true that satyrs were always a little skittish after guarding Apollo kids, but they didn’t normally vanish entirely – but took Lee’s hand.  He ran warm, just like the rest of the cabin.

“Okay,” he said, and Lee smiled at him.

“Do you want a hand with your bag?” he asked, eyeing the well-packed backpack the boy wore.  It had a few tears and stains, but seemed to be remarkably intact overall.  Will and Thistleberry must have been pretty lucky on their journey, wherever they’d come from.  Will’s accent, from what little he’d heard the boy say so far, wasn’t from New York, so it had probably been a decent journey.

Will shook his head, and Lee couldn’t help but chuckle.  “Smart kid,” he praised, gesturing over at where Luke was watching, surrounded by some of his cabin eleven siblings.  “Don’t trust those guys with your stuff.  They’re kids of the god of thieves; you’ll never see it again!”

“Don’t go ruining our fun, Lee!” Luke called back, mock-offended, and Lee just grinned at him, before glancing back down at Will, who was worrying his lower lip.

“They’re good guys really,” he promised.  “Everyone here is.  They’re just a bit like magpies and can’t resist shiny things.”

“Oi!”

To Lee’s delight, that got a small laugh out of Will.

“The god of thieves is Hermes, isn’t it?” his new little brother asked.  “So everyone here really is a god’s kid?”

“Or goddess’,” Lee confirmed.  “Did Thistleberry tell you that?”

Will nodded jerkily. “She said I was a demigod and I was going to a place for demigods.  So did the other guy.  Mom said they were right, but none of them would tell me who my dad was.”

Lee ignored the pang of loneliness that came with the word Mom with years of forced practice. “Knowledge is powerful,” he explained as they approached the cabins.  “Once you know who your godly parent is, more things are likely to come after you.”

“Like the snakes?” Will asked, like Lee had half-hoped he would, because that made it easier to explain. Even Lee hadn’t dodged the snakes entirely, although that had been after he’d already been on route to camp.  Will was pretty young for the snakes to come for him unprovoked, though.

“Like the snakes,” he confirmed.  “Snakes are always the first one to come for Apollo kids, because Dad’s natural enemy is a big serpent.  I take it Thistleberry got rid of them?”

He blinked in surprise when Will shook his head.  “The other guy did,” he said.

Lee was certain it had just been Will and Thistleberry when they’d reached camp, and Will didn’t seem overly traumatised compared to the likes of Annabeth, so he probably hadn’t seen anyone die.  “The other guy?” he asked.

Will lit up as he nodded. “Yeah!  I thought he was just in my dreams but then he was there and all the snakes moved back when he picked me up and carried me home.”

Lee came to a stop just outside the cabins.  “Did he give a name?” he asked, mind already jumping to the obvious answer – but even in his case, Apollo had never interceded in person, instead using satyrs as intermediaries.

Will frowned.  “No, but Mom knew him.  He looked like me, though.  Do you know him, too?”

“I might do,” Lee hedged, mind reeling from the idea that Apollo might have saved Will personally. “He sounds familiar.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway,” Lee hurried on, deciding to shelve that particular conversation for a little later, once Will was settled in and knew more about the gods and their father, “here we are.” He steered the younger boy into the green.  “These are the cabins where we sleep.  There’s one for each of the Olympians.”  He gestured at them all broadly before pointing at the golden one, “and that one’s ours.  Cabin Seven, or the Apollo Cabin.  We’ve got the second-most people, because Dad has a lot of kids, but there’s plenty of space for all of us.  Including you, there’s twenty of us right now, although some of the older ones are leaving at the end of the summer for college.  Don’t worry if you take a while remembering who’s who,” he added, seeing Will mouth twenty in disbelief.

“So many,” Will whispered. Lee smiled at him.

“One big, happy family,” he promised.  “I didn’t ask – how old are you?  I’m thirteen.”

“Eight next week,” Will told him, and Lee suppressed a wince.  Being torn from his Mom a week before his birthday had to suck, although Will didn’t seem too cut up about it.

“We’ll make it a good birthday,” he promised.

“Will there be music?” Will asked, and Lee had to laugh as he pushed the cabin door open.

“Dad’s the god of music,” he told him.  “If you want music, you are absolutely in the right place here.  Do you play anything?”

He was a little taken aback when Will shook his head, thinking for sure that Will had to play something with that request.  “Mom sings,” the younger boy said.  “She’s really good.  I’m not, but I like listening.”

Lee gestured at the various instruments scattered around the cabin.  Reece was curled up on his bunk, tuning a lyre quietly as he chatted with Melody.  Everyone else was out for the moment.  “You’ll hear plenty here,” he promised.  “Welcome to Cabin Seven.”

There was a single bunk left, their cabin almost at full capacity, underneath Michael’s.  Lee headed for it, coaxing Will to follow. “How’s this one?  It got made this morning.”

Will scanned the cabin, clearly realised it was the last empty bunk, and nodded.  “It’s fine,” he said, putting his bag down on it tentatively before sitting himself.  He pointed at Reece and Melody.  “Who are they?”

Lee clapped his hands, catching the pair’s attention.  “Introduction time, guys!  This is Will Solace, he just got here.  Will, meet some of our older siblings, Reece Gold and Melody York.”

The pair of them sent a grin and a wave over before returning to their conversation.

“You’ll meet everyone properly at dinner,” Lee promised when Will looked a little startled at the brief greeting.  “For now, let’s get you settled in, then I’ll give you the grand tour.”  As well as hunting down Emily, so Will knew who his head counsellor was before the call for dinner.

Not that Lee minded being the one to show Will around; from first impressions, he seemed like a good kid.

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[isagisyoichi]

YOU MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!

SYNOPSIS: niko as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: niko ikki aka my boyfriend hello

WARNINGS: swearing, pretend all the boys go to the same school and they're all friends for plot, normalize not writing serious boys as someone that practically hates their s/o and never opens up to them god bless, also no such thing as ooc since we dunno shit ab him so everything i say is law. SUPER LONG LOL, it's like 2k+ words 😭

A/N: i love my boyfriend and i'm v happy about all the attention he's getting (even if he will prob will b subbed out 👎) this was fun to write bc i think he would b very soft as bf and also i hate the notion that stoic and serious = boring and detached in a relationship. also first post w the new user yayyyy rip yoichisagis an end of an era for realsies.

FOR: fox anon my beloved this one is for u😩

it takes a while for you two to get together, just because niko wants to think things through and be sure he’s making the right decision, as well as him being naturally apprehensive about this whole dating thing.

when you do eventually start going out, keep in mind you're probably his first real anything, so-

niko needs to take it slow for the first month or so because he needs time to adjust and get used to being in a relationship.

when he gets comfortable around you, niko starts to talk a lot more.

niko starts to talk about his interests more-soccer, stem stuff (idc i'll die by my hc that he's a stem boy), etc. and niko's really happy that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say :)

and as your relationship progresses, niko becomes more inclined to share his inner thoughts.

“this song is so bad, i hate it and how it's everywhere,” like, babe that sucks, but what do you want me to do, take it off the radio myself? 😭

you find out that niko’s kind of a hater LOL, but it’s okay, because it means he can be himself around you <3 and the mini debates you have with each other are fun.

he’s someone you can take shopping with you if you need a solid second opinion.

“ikki, is this cute?” you niko as you adjust the shirt you tried on in the fitting room mirror.

“no.” he’s so straight up LOL. “the blue one from earlier was better.”

“this one?”

“yeah, that one. you look really pretty in it.”

ngl though, niko’s not much of a mall person. he'd just follow you around like a little puppy LOL, but he doesn't mind too much because it's for you.

communication is important to niko!!!!! he wants someone that he can have real conversation about the things that matter to him, so he rly makes an effort to have that kind of connection with you.

niko's naturally funny but he isn't aware that he is lol.

but when he does try, i feel like his humor comes in the form of sarcasm and dry wit. likes poking fun at you here and there with a lighthearted jab.

"you're so weird, y/n," is the most common one.

niko’s naturally closed off emotionally (male aquarius 😒) but i, personally, think he’d really try and push himself to be more open with you, especially if you expressed for him to do so </3

he'd be really appreciative of someone patient and understanding of the fact that he doesn't open up easily, though.

but eventually, you become the person closest to him- niko confides in you a lot, which he’s grateful for because he usually holds everything in.

not one for pda or other lovey-dovey things in public, other than the occasional holding of hands but behind closed doors, niko’s so soft around you, it’s like he’s a completely different person.

also, i feel like niko’s real handsy with you, i get the vibe he’s super touch starved 😭

although it does take him a while to get used to physical affection, once he has, niko cannot get enough. he’s always touching you when he has no real reason to.

(and because you're his first relationship, i feel like it’s just natural that niko’s going to be kind of clingy towards you.)

“you okay, ikki?” you ask as niko suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mhm,” he mumbles. “just wanna be close to you.”

niko likes when you sit on his lap when he’s on his computer. you can have your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting in the crook of his neck, or you could just be on your phone or whatever, it doesn’t matter, niko just likes you near him.

you guys don’t really talk to each other when you do this, aside from niko occasionally checking up on you and asking if you need anything from him.

but other than that, you guys just enjoy each other's touch in silence. it’s one of his favorite things to do with you.

however, if you start kissing him in the middle of whatever he’s doing and keep it up for long enough, niko will drop everything to make out with you right then and there (also one of his favorite things to do with you).

speaking of kissing- you kiss niko first.

niko would try to plan your guys first kiss out because he wants everything to be perfect.

but, he ends up taking forever to execute it because he keeps overthinking and you can only wait so long before kissing him, so you take matters into your own hands.

his kisses are sloppy and juvenile at the beginning, but he’s smart and learns quickly what you do and don’t like.

likes being kissed on his jaw and forehead the most :')

if the team ever happens to see niko kissing you, they're gonna be so annoying 😭

"yooo niko's making big moves ‼️" "my son's growing up on me!😩" "good job *pats on the back*" and niko is red all over as he drags you away from them, muttering about how childish and annoying they are 😭.

but, they're all very supportive of you guys, even if they're embarrassing as hell 🙄.

they even give niko relationship advice- which luckily, he doesn’t follow (most of the time), because, let’s be honest, if you're getting unsolicited dating tips from a bunch of teenage boys, it’s probably bad 😭.

you’re the only person niko shows his forehead to. just know that having the opportunity to see it means that niko trusts you more than anyone else :’)

repay his trust by kissing his forehead lovingly and showering him with compliments whenever you can !!!!!!!!!!

“y/n, why’re you so embarrassing,” niko says under his breath, blushing as you hold his face and litter soft kisses on his forehead, rambling about how cute he is.

always looks for you in the bleachers when he has a game and you’re always the first person he talks to after.

and the fact that you make an effort to come as often as you can means sooo much to him. definitely considers you to be his biggest fan.

real classy with nicknames- uses “my love/love,” and “darling,” the most.

his favorite petname from you is "pretty boy." gives him butterflies each time he hears it.

the first time you call him that, he's confused, but after you explain that being called pretty is basically the highest compliment a boy can receive, he gets all soft on you.

only uses instagram to like and comment on your pictures and that's it 😭.

comments stuff like “you're so pretty” and "beautiful," without any emojis because niko refuses to use them LOL.

remembers the compliments you give him! they help with his self esteem and i feel like he values your opinion a lot.

so, tell him all about how cute and smart and talented and hot and funny he is and how much you love him and he'll replay it in his head 24/7.

i think he prefers to be the big spoon, unless he's sad- then he really wants you to hold him.

niko gives me homebody vibes, so expect relaxed dates, but still nice, yk?

what i mean is niko's not gonna take you out to get gas station food and call it a day 😭 he's classier than that and he always puts in effort towards dates.

he always plans them ahead of time and takes into consideration what he thinks you'd enjoy. and he insists on paying 🤗.

but, niko always does something special for days like your birthday or an anniversary, like go somewhere fancy if you wanted to or buy a nice gift you've been eyeing for a while.

helps you with your schoolwork, 100%. most of the time niko tutors you because he wants you to actually learn the material, but if you're feeling lazy and just wanna get it over with, niko will just give you the answers.

this is a big deal because i love him and all but, niko gives me the vibe he's super stingy with his work 😭.

"this is the last time i'm going to just give you the answers, y/n." niko sighs out. "you have to start doing your homework by yourself."

niko's said that dozen of times but he's still giving you the answers free of charge. can you guys say #whipped 🤣?

LOL speaking of school, if you ever text him during class, i highly doubt that niko would entertain you 😭😭 (it's out of love, though)

y/n 💗: hiii baby imy 🥰

pretty boy: do your work, y/n.

y/n 💗: ALL I DID WAS SAY HI

pretty boy: pay attention.

y/n 💗: fine ur so lame 👎

pretty boy: whatever you say. i miss you too, by the way.

he likes to moves your hair out your face because he wants to see your pretty face better.

which is why you have to do the same with him 🥰!!!!!! makes him blush like crazy.

gets soooo soft when you post him or even take pictures of you and him together :') just the thought of you wanting to show him off makes him soooo happy.

he won't entertain you if you make a tiktok, though LOL. he's very stubborn in his belief that it's stupid.

just stands in the background with his arms crossed if you try to make him do a dance or something 😭 (he does think you look cute, though).

niko has such nice eyelashes but i doubt he's aware of it 'cause he's, y'know, a boy 🙄.

"my eyelashes are ... cute?" he questions. niko wasn't even aware that such a trivial thing like his eyelashes could be considered cute.

"yes, oh my god," you gush. "they're so long and nice, i wish mine were like that," you groan, examining yours through the camera of your phone.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says, a blush staining his cheeks. "your eyelashes are nicer," he mumbles as he kisses your forehead.

he's one of those people that prefers to be alone, but you're the exception. you know?

niko likes to keep to himself most of the time, but that whole thing doesn't apply to you, because he'd choose to be with you over being alone anytime :')

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Writing smut without cringing the whole time? How do you do it.

Writing Smut 101: Overcoming Smut Shame

CONTENT WARNING: NSFW RELATED CONTENT BELOW.

The short answer, nonnie, is: you don’t. 

That is to say, writing smut is always kind of cringe—especially if you’re new to it, or simply “not in the mood” to write. 

But rest assured, feeling embarrassed is completely natural. The trick is learning how to overcome the cringe when it does happen, instead of letting it deter you.

I’m going to break this up into a few sections: 1) Why you might be feeling this way, 2) How I, personally, combat the issue, and 3) Some more tips that might help you get the ball rolling.

1. Why You “Cringe”

It’s important to find the root cause of any form of writer’s block so you can pull the weed out instead of just trimming it back. Smut writer’s block is its own special brand, and generally, the main issue writers have when it comes to smut is stigma.

Speaking openly and honestly about sex, in Western society, is still very much a taboo.

No matter how “progressive” we like to think we are, the inherent shame surrounding pleasure-seeking experiences, and the detailing/consumption of them, has been ground into us since we learned how to understand the concept of gratification.

And I’m not just talking about sexual gratification. This applies to everyday things, as well. Eating, shopping, relaxing (or doing virtually anything in capitalist society that does not directly contribute to capitalism).

So it makes sense that you would feel any amount of embarrassment, awkwardness, or “cringe” when writing smut. It’s something our society teaches us is wrong to want. Unfortunately, that shame translates to writer’s block when we sit down in front of the computer.

A lot of this blockage might stem from not giving ourselves permission to write the thing.

We’re staring at the blank document, knowing we want to write smut, and suddenly the thoughts start streaming in: This feels wrong, is this wrong? What if someone comes in and looks over my shoulder while I’m writing? Am I describing this right? Is this too unrealistic? I have NO idea what I’m doing, and everyone is going to know it.

These are all perfectly normal thoughts, and definitely ones I still have from time to time. But they’re also probably the direct cause of why you feel so blocked. Luckily, I have some bits of advice to give you on how to unblock yourself.

2. How I Combat Smut Block

✦ First, when the intrusive thoughts occur, instead of ruminating on them, think of each one as an impermanent object. You can use any metaphor, but I like to use the imagery of leaves:

Each negative thought is a leaf floating down the river of your mind. If you focus only on the leaf, you’ll exert a lot of energy running to try and keep up with it, consequently miss everything else around you. But if you acknowledge that leaf as a temporary part of the scenery, and let is pass, you can process and appreciate the beauty of your surroundings a whole lot better.

Remember: you are separate from your thoughts. You are not defined by them. The things you think sound stupid might be incredibly exciting to someone else. 

If you can string a sentence together, you can write smut. This is all part of giving yourself permission to write the thing that makes you feel uncomfortable.

✦ Second, I’d suggest giving good thought to how you personally experience embarrassment, how you experience excitement (of the sexual variety), and how those two might sometimes commingle or feel similar.

For me, they are very comparable, like different shades of the same emotion—but there are differences which are important to note. 

If I’m making myself blush from excitement, this is a very good thing for writing smut. It means that what I’m writing feels real enough to evoke something in the reader, even if the reader, like me, knows what’s going to happen.

If I’m making myself cringe, however, it may be time to take a step back and readjust my perspective.

✦ Third, ease yourself into it! Don’t jump straight in the deep end and expect to know how to keep your head above water if you’ve never swum before.

The way I eased myself into smut was first by writing “Steam”—a category of fic I made up because the current vocabulary lacked an efficient term for fics that straddled emotional romance and explicit content. 

Essentially, steam is smut-adjacent but not explicit, and here’s a step-by-step example of how I transitioned myself smoothly from one genre to the next:

I first wrote my fics Wicked Game and You Are (both of which feature either a heavy make out session or teasing + lots of sexual tension) with this “steam” concept in mind.

I wrote the first chapter of Fine Line, which has brief but explicit descriptions of fantasies, framed by a very sexually charged scene.

I released my fic Crashing, which is probably more of a bridge between Steam and Smut, and features soft-focus fingering. Nothing in it is explicit—it focuses more on the emotions than explicit detail—but it’s very clear what is happening.

After I wrote those, I felt just confident enough to make that final stride over the threshold into smut. I wrote my fics Holy, King, and the second chapter of Fine Line all within weeks of each other.

And trust me when I say, once you get the momentum going and receive that validation from people who’ve read your work, it becomes SO much easier to sit down and start writing. 

You just have to finish that first piece.

✦ Finally (and I know I’m going to sound cliche when I say this), just like any other skill, the more you practice the more confident you will feel and the better you will get. 

So practice, practice, practice! 

If you’re nervous about posting smut for the first time, have a trusted friend/mutual Beta read it for you. It’s the online equivalent to someone holding your hand before jumping off the cliff, and works wonders for the nerves.

3. Keep The Smut Rolling

Now that you have some tools to help get you past the blockage of writing smut, here’s how to keep the inspiration flowing.

✦ Start by incorporating smutty fanfiction/erotic fiction into your regular reading rotation- 

Of course AO3 is a fantastic resource for smutty fanfiction. 

If you’re a fan of TFOTA or ACOTAR and want some of my personal fic recs, visit my fic rec masterlist.

In terms of erotic fiction, my personal favourites are anything Anais Nin (specifically Henry & June and Delta of Venus), The Thornchapel series by Sierra Simone, The Godwicks series by Tiffany Reisz, and The Original Sinners series by Tiffany Reisz.

There are also sites like Literotica and sexstories.com, which play host to explicit short fiction (not fandom based).

✦ Next, I’d recommend having a designated digital space for smutspiration- 

This can be a list of “smutty” words/phrases kept on a separate document on your computer, for those days when you just can’t think of the right way to describe something. 

Or you can create a private side-blog or Pinterest board for your favourite smutty fanart or other kinds of visual smutspiration.

✦ For that matter, try following some smutty/18+ blogs (ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+) here on Tumblr-

Many of them have a plethora of what I like to call “lemony snippets”, a.k.a. short text posts that describe (usually in conversational language) explicit scenarios. 

This is useful because it will normalise the concept of sexual fantasies in your brain, making it less weird for you when you try to come up with ones of your own to write into smut. 

Not to mention, your dash will be rife with inspiration.

✦ I would also suggest checking out 18+ ASMR on YouTube (AGAIN, ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+). 

My favourite account is Professor Cal Official, but Auralescent also has some good content. 

Headphones are highly advisable for this, as their stuff is very dangerous for work.

So, nonnie, I hope this has provided you with at least one helpful tip. Whether you took anything away from this or not, just know that the feelings of embarrassment when it comes to writing smut are entirely normal. And the best way to keep those feelings at bay is to confront them head on. 

-Em 🖤🗡

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[thedamageofherdays]

This week's (16-08-2021 - 22-08-2021) reading log is here. This week's reading log is super duper long and filled with lots of good things (my apologies for the long post, I really could not find a good spot to do a read more). I discovered some new favourites and re-read some old favourites and while I had an intense week personally at least the fics I read were absolutely phenomenal. I do recommend checking out the warnings as some fics are a bit heavier/angstier and you might wanna be prepared. Most of these fics are Stucky but there are a couple of other ships in between.

If you are looking for more fun and/or good things make sure to check out the @marveldisabilitycelebration as well to see all the awesome art, fics, meta, etcetera people created! And while I am mentioning events I am a mod for let me also just quickly mention that sign-ups for the @stuckygiftexchange are still open until the end of the month <3

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Fics that are only available to AO3 users are marked with a 🔒 and Tumblr fics are marked with a 🍀

🌻 The Bends by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Danbeau, side Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Memory is not a house you can just walk back into after finding the key you thought you’d lost. It’s a thing you wade into and out of, rewriting it as it rewrites you.

It’s not without its rewards, either - recovering a memory about Maria and Monica, about her life, feels better than socking a thousand bad guys in the face, better than all the photon blasts in the world.

Then again, realising there’s still memories she can’t access, even after all this time, feels like drowning in space.

Not the one out there - the one inside her.

🌻 Sweet & Salty by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Idiots in love. That's it. That's the fic.

When life gives you lemons by moonythejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 34k words, Explicit] (11/15 chapters)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

🍀 SamRhodey Tumblr Fic by ipoiledi [SamRhodey, ? words, Teen?]

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.”

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 6k words, Explicit]

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman.

No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

what the fuck are perfect places anyway by tigerlilycorinne [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve clears his throat and stands. “Well, I should head in. I might want to begin packing.”

Bucky stills. “You won’t,” he says, trying to sound commanding. It only comes out uncertain. “Don’t.”

Steve shakes his head. “Maybe not tonight,” he says, and Bucky knows they’ll be discussing this again soon.

“Then stay. Play… play cards with me or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows jump up, his mouth tugging up in another of his bemused smiles that do things to Bucky’s insides, but he drops his hand from the doorway and steps back into Bucky’s room. Somehow, Bucky feels as if he’s won—not the war, just the battle.

Steve won’t stay forever. But he’ll stay for cards.

Steve and Bucky, on the run after Civil War (with a few alterations to canon), are laying low in Wakanda. But they can’t stay there forever.

🌻 honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 105k words, Explicit]

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA.

Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI.

Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further.

Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Deep Sea Diving by Aida Ronan [Stucky, 5k words, Explicit]

Steve's wallowing in heat-related misery under a shade tree in Central Park when a man walks by in bright red booty shorts and a crop top. RIP Steve Rogers. It was nice knowing you.

honey, make this easy by steebadore [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🌻 let's take it back to the start by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

How it all began.

This sleepwalking through my life. by barthelme [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

The internet is an interesting place and when Bucky came home (or, when he came to live with Steve), Steve did a lot of research. Apparently, it’s not safe to wake a sleepwalker. He assumes that waking a sleepwalker with traumatic dreams and PTSD is beyond just being frowned upon.

And he tells himself--has told himself--that this is safer for Bucky. That if he were to stop him and wake him up, that Bucky would be mortified to be slurping on his best friend’s cock. That all of the improvements he’s made would be lost, would be repressed, would be just--

They’d be back at square one.

So he lets Bucky do it.

🌻 the way i've been craving by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

"Lunch break at 12:30. My office. Hope you’re hungry…"

It’s the ellipsis that sends Bucky’s insides swimming warmly, his heart beating twice as fast against his ribs where he sits in class. Senator Rogers is concise, direct, to the point. Without an ellipsis this is lunch, this is a meeting. With it though?

This is a booty call.

nasty but classy by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

“No, you don’t have to know the purpose, that doesn’t matter. Nat showed me this challenge where couples drink a lot of wine and get drunk together but they can’t touch each other. And whoever touches the other first has to...has to give the other head.”

🌻 Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

Greetings to the New Brunette by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 10k words, General]

"You said he should have a hobby. That it would help."

"I meant, like, knitting or coin collecting. Motocross, if he was feeling antsy. A baby's not a hobby. It's lifetime commitment."

🌻 Rogers & Barnes: Partners by triedunture [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

this will be our year (took a long time to come) by biblionerd07 [Stucky, 4k words, General]

Bucky's therapist is worried he's using Steve as a crutch and wants him to try going on outings without Steve. It wouldn't be terrible, honestly, if Bucky could just manage to open his mouth and say something to Steve.

I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) [Stucky, 8k words, Mature]

Sometimes Bucky’s hands flex in Steve's direction. Neither of them knows exactly why, but at least one of them has a hunch.

Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.

Start from the Beginning by Mumble_Bee [Stucky, 13k words, Explicit]

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating?

Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

Match by emphasisonem [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.

He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.

Best friends and married since childhood by StuckySituation [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Inspired by @/peterssquill's post in tumblr: "bucky and steve got married on the playground when they were like eight and though neither of them would ever admit it to anyone, even each other, they still consider it official"

~♥~ ♥~ ♥~

“Natasha, stop trying to set me up with every woman you meet, I’m-”

“Too shy? Too scared?”

“No, I’m-”

“Too busy? You’re mostly retired these days, not a good excuse anymore.” Natasha smirks and then drawls: “Or just too gay?”

Steve flushes at that, even if isn’t true -- he’s bisexual, not gay. “Let it go, Nat, I’m not looking for anything. I’m already married, for fuck’s sake.”

Clearly not what she expected. “What.”

Steve grimaces. He didn’t mean to tell anyone that, ever.

“Sorry, can’t talk about it right now!” he says and jumps out of the plane.

Nobody Should Be Alone on a Holiday by emphasisonem [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“So, um-” Bucky begins speaking again, pulling Steve from his less-than-work-appropriate thoughts. The brunet has shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks, and he’s shifting from one foot to the other as he smiles shyly. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Steve grins, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bucky swallows deeply as one of his hands comes up to pull at the collar of his button-up, and Steve can’t help following the motion of his Adam’s apple.

“I was, uh-” Bucky continues- “That is, I heard you don’t have Thanksgiving plans?”

In which Bucky finds out that Steve's going to be alone on Thanksgiving and invites his coworker to spend the holiday with him.

🌻 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 49k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.

He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that.

--

Or, a Stucky Stardew Valley AU that nobody but me wanted and that’s ok.

oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 10k words, Explicit]

Can't see the forest for the trees.

--

Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them.

I'll find my way by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 725 words, Teen]

Steve had watched Bucky fall, and nothing had been the same since.

AU-gust day 19: Daemons

special delivery by glim @glim [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

It's not that Steve's bad at taking care of himself when he gets sick; he just wishes he didn't have to all the time.

At least he can order most of what he needs online. That's some small comfort, that he can have soup and ice cream and everything else brought to his door.

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

🌻 Rock On! by millesable @marvelousescapism [Clintasha, 700 words, General]

“Hey, Romanoff!”

He lifted his hand, index finger and pinky finger raised, thumb out, all other fingers tucked. Their secret sign; their confession for the world to see, safe in the knowledge that the world wasn’t listening.

“Rock on!”

🌻 You Like the Way I Look by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

Bucky sidles up to him, hand boldly coming to rest on his chest. “What about you, big guy? Care for a dance?” Steve watches Bucky’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction, somehow already knowing he’s got Steve on the hook.

A decade out of the ice, Steve Rogers returns to New York. Reeling from a battle against the Chitauri, a night with the troublesome Bucky Barnes might be just what he needs.

Join the Rebellion by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 765 words, Teen]

Bucky knew he shouldn't be out after curfew, but he couldn't resist the urge. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew it was where he wanted to be.

AU-gust day 20: Dystopia

🔒 Five Days in December by mywingsareonwheels @mywingsareonwheels [Evanstan, 4k words, Teen]

“Shit shit shit shit...” muttered Chris to himself, glad that the sound of piped Christmas carols was drowning out his swearing amid the picture books. Most of the store was heaving even though it was Sunday, he’d been recognised at least three times, finding presents for all of his nieces and nephews was proving far more of a headache than expected, and he’d just sent a pile of copies of "Strictly No Elephants" tumbling off the bookshelf.

He scrambled about trying to pick them all up, and then dropped them again as someone bumped right into his backside. He lost his balance, caught himself against a bookcase, and a landslide of "Carter Is a Painter’s Cat" joined "Strictly No Elephants" on the floor. He yelped.

“Ah fuck, I’m so sorry… Chris!”

* * * * * * * * * *

London, December 2021. Amid cats, books, and the cold English drizzle, Chris finds everything he was hoping for and thought he would never have.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Reaching for Fire by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit]

Bucky has always felt a fire in his heart (and other body parts) when it came to his boss, Steve Rogers, but he's made sure to never feed those flames. When he finds out about Steve's second job, though, he's tempted to let that fire out.

i've been dreaming of a face like yours by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

Bucky is about to busy himself with making a small dinner for himself when he stops in his tracks at the figure drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smirking at him.

It’s Steve.

“Surprise, sweet boy,” he says before setting his cup down.

--

Or, PWP reunion sex

🌻 Somewhere, Under Your Skin by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 16k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

--

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

(Written for HYBB Bingo Square: Grumpy Bucky)

i've played heartstrings before but not in your key by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 11k words, Explicit]

He glances down, seeing a folded couple of papers, before peering up at Bucky. The older man is biting his bottom lip, making it pretty and red. Steve wants to run his tongue across where his teeth are digging into his flesh.

"What's this?" Steve asks, setting his phone down, emails forgotten. Bucky shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno. You tell me, genius," he says, sounding bratty enough that it makes Steve's dick twitch in his pants. Jesus, there has to be something wrong with him.

Steve glances once more at Bucky, who now has his arms crossed against his chest and is pointedly not looking at Steve, before picking up the stack of folded papers. He opens them, seeing a collection of maybe five or six sheets of paper. His eyes immediately land on the list of familiar words with negative next to each one. -- Or, Steve Rogers is a jealous, possessive little shit that wants nothing more than to mark up his boyfriend and stake his claim. And Bucky knows it. (And he likes it.)

🌻 I'm Home (With You) by BonkyBornes @padfoot-and-the-marauders [Stucky, 2k words, General]

In any other circumstance, the apartment would've been perfect. But it was today, and the fact that he was here meant he wasn’t out searching. He knew they hadn’t had any leads for weeks and he knew Natasha was right; all three of them were exhausted and a break would do them good. It just felt wrong to Steve that he was comfortable while Bucky was still out there—somewhere. Probably cold. Probably hungry.

The knock came again. Sighing, Steve unwrapped his hand from the dog tags and remembered how to move. Cold wind and snow greeted him when he opened the door. The solitary figure was walking down the steps, collar popped against the chill.

“Did you need something?” he called.

The person stopped. They were still. And then they turned. *

Or, the Christmas Steve deserved after Winter Soldier.

The portrait by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 915 words, General]

Steve Rogers has a Gift. He can help people find their soulmates, all he needs is some art supplies, a quiet place, and eye contact.

AU-gust day 21: soulmates

Maybe A Muse by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude.

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

they were roommates

Warnings - non consensual sex, anal sex, somnophilia, forced drug use

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words - over 2k

A/N - READ THE WARNINGS - I can’t stress this enough. Also if you are under 18 just shoo, bugger off. I wrote this from a prompt on @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ stalker writing challenge, the prompt was your roommate isn’t who you thought they were. I’m still super new to writing and this is new territory for me, as always a huge massive thankyou to my beautiful wife @buckyownsmylife​ she helped me a lot and continues to hype me up.

It’s been six weeks since your friend got a new job upstate and moved out,. You’ve had an advert out for a new roommate but so far everyone who’s applied has either been rude or hasn’t shown up. You’re running low on your savings and would probably accept Satan himself if he could pay his fair share. That’s when your latest applicant knocked on your door.

James was polite and charming, he offered to pay a month up front to secure the room and could move in as soon as possible. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when he moved in later that week, it was a bit odd that he had no friends to help him but he didn’t seem to have a lot of stuff and had himself sorted while you worked in your home office.

The first night he offered to buy pizza and beers so you could get to know each other better, it turns out you two had a lot of things in common and he was easy to get along with. You must have had a few too many beers because your head felt fuzzy, deciding it was time to go to bed. You said goodnight to James and stood up but felt so dizzy you had to immediately sit back down. James was so sweet though, looking after you, he actually picked you up and put you to bed so you didn't have to walk the short distance to your room.

Waking up the next morning you realised you were wearing a t-shirt you didn’t recognise but you didn’t remember getting changed, your mouth felt strangely dry so you got up for a drink. That’s when the soreness hit you, in between your legs, rushing to the bathroom you were confused that you weren’t getting your period and nothing seemed to be different. You assumed you were getting sick and went for hot tea to soothe yourself.

Sitting at the kitchen counter drinking and nibbling on some dry toast, James walks in looking like he’s just been for a run. He grabs a bottle of water and walks over to you giggling “you can’t possibly be hungover you only had three drinks last night” you look up at him smirking and sarcastically respond, “yeah, well, maybe I’m just a lightweight”.

As you get up to clear away your mess he clears his throat making you turn. “Should we have a system for when we have people over in the future?” You look at him confused. “I’m sorry what do you mean? Do you want to bring someone over tonight?”

He chuckles at you, “Well no, not tonight but if you want your friend from last night to come back I can make sure you have some privacy,” he offers you, smirking at the confused look on your face.

“I’m sorry, I don't understand, I went to sleep last night. I didn’t have anyone over.” Taking a step closer, he leans on the counter separating you both. “Then who did I hear you with last night and who did I kick out this morning?” You stare at him open mouthed and scurry off to your room to check your phone for some clues, you feel your chest tighten when you see that you matched with someone last night and invited him over. How could you not remember? You were absolutely mortified, what is James going to think of you now?

Sitting in your home office talking to idiot customers on the phone all day, you try to take your mind off what happened last night. How can you have invited someone over, had sex and apparently stolen his t-shirt without even knowing? You vow there and then you aren’t drinking ever again. However, the end of the week rolls by and it's been the absolute worst, your boss is a dick, your customers are all idiots and to top it off your best friend hasn’t responded to your calls all week and you don’t know why.

You have a quick shower and decide to spend the night binge watching whatever you can find on Netflix when James sits next to you handing you a gin and tonic. “Thanks but I’m not drinking for a little while.” You go to put the drink down but he pushes it up to your mouth

“Don’t be silly, you’ve had a hard week. One drink won’t hurt” smiling at him you take a sip and he’s right, you instantly relax and get cosy on the sofa, ordering chinese and laughing at the show you both decide on. Waking up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth again, you find yourself laying on your bed but this time you have your own clothes on which is a relief. Standing up, you feel a bit weird round the back like you’ve been stretched out with one of your plugs but that’s not possible, they’re hidden in your box under the bed.

You drink a big glass of water and sit on the kitchen counter, a little uncomfortably, but quietly and relax. Something has been off the last week and you can’t put your finger on it, it's always weird when you get a new roommate and you’ve put it down to that but you just sense something isn’t quite right. You lean your head back on the wall behind you and get a surprise when James walks round the corner. “Hey doll, you feeling ok? You looked a bit sickly earlier and went to bed. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You nod at how sweet he was and drink some more water before hopping down. “I’m fine just going to sleep it off.” He takes your glass for you, offering to wash it and says goodnight, watching you walk away very closely and licking his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

It’s been a few weeks now since James moved in, he’s got to be the best roommate you’ve ever had. He pays his bills on time, keeps the place spotless and he’s such a good cook, always making food and drinks for you. It's lucky that he’s so kind because none of your friends seem to be in touch anymore, you message them and even try calling them but no one ever replies.

You sit watching your usual Friday night film with drinks and Chinese takeout, talking to James about both your weeks, tonight though he sits closer than usual and his face seems to light up when you talk to him. He’s possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in real life, you’ve never looked at him that way before because not only is he your roommate but he’s so far out of your league it's laughable. You tell one of your stupid jokes and he laughs with his whole body, his arm goes around the back of the sofa and he pulls you in close, hugging into him, you relax biting your lip when he kisses the top of your head.

That was the beginning of it for you both. You had daily movie nights, he cooked for you every day, listened when you got upset that your friends seemed to have dropped you and even encouraged you to start running with him. Everything felt perfect, you still occasionally woke up sore with a dry mouth but James told you it was just your body getting used to all the exercise you were now doing. Both of you had really found each other, loners who just needed someone to listen.

You went down to collect your mail one day and stood talking to your elderly neighbour when she told you how familiar James looked, she couldn’t work out where she knew him from but she praised you on finding such a nice young man who apparently had carried her groceries up the stairs for her when the elevator was broken. Smiling at her you told her to have a good morning and went back to your apartment looking at the thick brown envelope addressed to you, you never really got anything in the post except the occasional leaflet. James had made you a coffee and you smiled at him taking the package in your room to open while you got ready to have a shower.

In the shower you decided tonight would be the night with James, you shaved yourself from head to toe and used your best lotions. Winking at him as you walked to your room, he had a weird look on his face and couldn’t seem to look at you. In your room the envelope had been moved, it looked like it was open too. Bending down to pick it up you hear James behind you but before you can turn around you feel a pain in your neck and everything goes dark.

You wake up with a blinding headache and go to move but your body feels too heavy. “Ssshh sweetheart, don’t move, I had to tie you up for your own safety.” You look at him confused, trying to pull on your wrists but you can’t move.

“James, what’s happening?” Sitting next to you he slips some ice chips in your mouth to ease your dry throat and takes a deep breath.

“You can blame your friend, we were so happy and she had to try and take you away from me.” A tear runs down your cheek, you’ve never heard him talk like this and it’s terrifying. “I told your little friends to leave you alone or I’d take care of them all but they just didn’t listen.” He throws the envelope down and slowly shows you the newspaper clippings and articles they had sent you, apparently he was on the run and considered dangerous, something to do with what happened with the helicarriers that crashed a few months ago.

“I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore,” he says with a smirk, wiping your tears away and tutting. “Don’t be scared of me, I’m doing this for you, for us!” Pulling on the restraints on your feet and arms again he shouts, “Enough!” You stop immediately, scared of what he‘ll do if you don’t. “You were so nice to me on the phone when I first got free, you helped me hire that car that brought me to New York. I hacked into your company's database and found you. Your roommate was easy to convince with a little bit of money and I hired all those people to come and see you so when I finally got my chance you’d want me as much as I’ve wanted you”

“Why didn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” You managed to stutter out, trying not to sound too pathetic.

“You never leave the house, you stay home all day working then sit watching TV all night, I saw you through the webcam. You really should be more careful.” He smirks before running his fingers over your naked body. Feeling how smooth and soft your skin is he smiles. “Did you do all this for me? Sweetheart, I’ve already had all of you, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I love you just the way you are”.

The realisation hits you and you sob loudly. “Have you been touching me while I sleep?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at you with so much admiration.

“You’re so smart, I’ve been preparing you to be mine. I didn’t know how long it's been since you’ve been with a real man, not those silly little toys under your bed and I wanted our first time to be special. I even set up that fake dating account so you would think you had a guy over on that first night.” He strokes your cheek and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying.

“James I’m cold, can you untie me and we can talk properly, please.” He studies your face for a brief moment before leaning forward and chuckling in your ear.

“You can’t think I’m that stupid baby, oh and you can call me Bucky now. If you’re going to be mine forever we need to get better acquainted.” He drops his sweatpants and straddles your hips. “We’re going to have so much fun”.

[adorerdraco]

Distractions and O.W.L.S ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: You start neglecting yourself and Draco when you begin stressing for O.W.L.S. The studying finally took its toll on you that landed you in the hospital wing but Draco helps you end the night on a good note. 

Warnings and Perks: being stressed, over studying, fainting ! and corniness

Words: 2K (sorry for any mistakes its 3 AM !!!!!)

A/N: omg i am currently working on some requests and on Healing Heart 4, but i’ve had this scenario stuck in my head all night bc i was listening to a slowed down version of stuff we did from UP and so i thought id share it with everyone since i havent posted in like 2 days <3 do not own gif but pretend that you and Dracoooo <3

It was the beginning of June, weeks away from O.W.L.S, which meant weeks away from another ending of a school year at Hogwarts. What bothered you the most wasn’t the fact that you had homework piled up to the ceilings, or that Snape has been snapping at you all week and took away 5 house points from you, or that you were drowning in a sea of textbooks and notes that you kept studying for your upcoming exams; it was the fact that you had barely seen Draco in nearly two weeks. You were so busy with schoolwork and focused on getting outstanding marks, you hadn’t even realized you were neglecting your own boyfriend. 

Of course, the two of you would find each other in the Great Hall during breakfast and you’d give him a quick hello and goodbye kiss faster than he could even register what was happening and by the time he did, you were already out the door and rushing towards your first class. At this point, you were acting like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, always frantic and in a rush. Your hair was wild and untamed, you had dark bags under your eyes from the all-nighters you were pulling, your robes and clothes underneath were in disarray and wrinkled.

To make it worse, you never let Draco study with you. He constantly asked and you always gave him the same answer.

“If I study with you, I’ll never get anything done.”

Which was true. He was very distracting with his quiet jokes in the library, or when he would look up at you with his sparkling gray eyes when you would try to ask him a question that just flew from your mind at the sight, or smile at you with a wide toothy grin that lit up the room when you got sidetracked and talked to him, or the way he rested his hand on your thigh when he would sit beside you while you quietly read or wrote but the only thing you could focus on was his fiery touch. Really, it wasn’t him who would distract you; it was you who distracted yourself with him. And that was evident when you tried to remember everything you’ve learned in the past school term and came up blank because for some reason your brain only retained information and memories that contained Draco throughout the past year. 

So you figured a little time away from him wouldn’t hurt. Because if you didn’t pass these O.W.L.S, you felt like everyone would be disappointed in you, especially yourself. So you locked yourself away in your dorm and crammed and jam-packed your brain with information until you eventually passed out hunched over a book with drool blurring the ink on your pages. You avoided the library for studying, knowing Draco would go looking for you or Madam Pince would distract you halfway through your note taking to kick you out for the night.

Mornings always came the same, you waking up randomly over your desk a few minutes before breakfast and changing into a new pair of robes as quickly as you could while trying your best to smooth your hair down with your hands. This morning was different, however. You woke up to one of your roommates shaking you violently while she spoke your name loudly above you, but it sounded distant. You shot up in a hot flash, wiping your mouth of any saliva and groaning when you started to feel the pounding in your head that seemed to shake up your whole brain. “Thank Merlin, you’re awake!” Your roommate exclaimed in relief. “You looked dead, honestly. But class is starting in twenty and you’ve missed breakfast.”

“Twenty?” you frown, letting your swelling head fall into your hands. “I don’t want to deal with Snape right now, I feel awful.”

“I’m going to try to say this as nice as possible,” she sighs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “but it shows.”

“Thanks,” you scowl. You try to get up from your chair but gasp in pain as your muscles cramp at the movement like a rickety old man. 

“Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey,” she suggests, trying to help you up but you shoo her. 

“No, I’m fine,” you rush to interject. “I will not be missing Potions, no.”

She gave you a shrug, backing away in defeat as she let you rush to change into new robes and attempt to brush down the matted mess that’s supposed to be your hair but gave up halfway through and threw it into an updo. The headache was not a good combination with the scalp pain from combing out knots. Your roommate waited for you with pitied eyes, following closely behind you as you hurried out of the room and towards the exit. 

You sped walked out with her but didn’t see the mop of platinum blond that was waiting for you outside the entrance of the common room. You had zero awareness of his presence until his hand had reached out to hold onto your wrist, stopping your near sprint towards the class. Your roommate stopped too, eyeing the two of you and the look on the Slytherin’s face before she continued walking. 

“What? Draco, let go,” you move away from him and he quickly drops your arm. “I’m going to be late.”

You began to walk away from him, but he stepped in front of you, stopping you again.

“Why weren’t you at breakfast?”

“I overslept,” you answered gruffly. “Now, move! If I’m late, Snape will have my head on a stick.”

“Y/N, you need to slow down,” he frowns, “all this studying and rushing around everywhere is going to land you in the hospital wing. You look sick already, I’m worried.”

“I’m not sick!” You huff, throwing your head back in irritation. “If you really cared about me, you’d let me go to class instead of insulting me.”

“I’m not insulting you. Am I so terrible to tell you that you look like you’re about to pass out any second?”

“Yes, you are terrible,” you sneer, the pounding in your head was getting stronger each passing second. “Instead of-”

Your train of thought was violently stopped in its angry tracks, you stumble back and begin blinking hard at the spots that quickly started to dot your vision. Your hand instinctively reached out towards Draco, which he grabbed and hurriedly darted forward towards you, gripping onto you before you could meet the ground, your vision going black and your consciousness out the door.

Draco felt himself begin to panic. He promptly began to feel guilty, feeling like it was his fault that you even fainted in the first place because of the argument he had accidentally started.

He gathered you up in his arms, one arm sliding under your knees and the other under your neck as he swiftly picked you up and began his frantic journey towards the hospital wing.

When he got you to Madam Pomfrey, she instructed him to set you down on one of the beds and kicked him out of the room while she started her treatment. His heart was beating so fast, he wanted nothing more than to stay by your side so he halfheartedly threatened her with his father and she ended up letting him stay with a deep sigh while he stood idly by your bed. When Madam Pomfrey was done, she left the two of you alone. Draco wasted no time in sitting at the foot of your bed, his hand finding its way into your cold one that laid limply beside you. He watched your sleeping figure with a relief as he noticed that whatever Pomfrey gave you had speedily began to affect you. Your skin no longer looked ghastly and dull, but healthy again and tinged with pink. The dark circles underneath your eyes had faded just a little bit, leaving only slight bags as you finally slept. 

He waited maybe 12 hours for you to wake up. After missing his first class, he had decided to go to the rest of his classes as Madam Pomfrey swore to him up and down that you would not wake up any earlier. He begrudgingly obliged and skipped all his meals instead to spend his short free time with you. When his final class ended, he almost ran back to the hospital wing. He occupied the rest of his time with a book he had found thrown somewhere around the room. The book was long forgotten the second he felt your hand twitch and your body begin to stir, your tired e/c’s looking around the room in confusion before landing on him. He scooted himself closer to you, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face as he looked at you with pure concern. It was the same look he had when he confronted you earlier and with that one look, you were able to recall everything that had happened before your collapse.

“I’m sorry I said you’re terrible,” you croak out sadly, your hand wrapping around his wrist and squeezing it gently.

“I’m sorry I made you faint,” he says. “How are you feeling?”

“That was my own fault,” you chortle, “but I feel really good. I know I fainted and all, but I feel much better with whatever Madam Pomfrey gave me.”

“I can tell,” he smiles, moving himself a little back as you sat up with a newfound strength. “She said you can leave when you wake up.”

“Good, now help me out of this bed.”

Draco took your hand and you hopped out of bed excitedly, turning towards him and giving him a tight hug that he returned twice as hard.

“If you’re not too tired, can I show you something?” He asks from above you, his arms still wrapped strongly around you.

“Yes, please,” you answer with a nod against his chest.

Draco steps away from you before taking your hand and walking the two of you out of the hospital wing and towards the stairs that led to the astronomy tower. When you reached the top, huffing, and puffing, he asked you again if you were okay to which you answered with an eager nod.

"Tonight is a blood moon,” he smiles, pointing up towards the very large orange and reddish moon in the starry night sky. It shone brightly but still gave off little light in its wake, the astronomy tower was almost dark, but you still managed to see the blond perfectly, he was watching you with a happy and loving glint in his eyes that you were able to notice. “I was planning on asking you to see it with me tonight, but we kind of ended up elsewhere.”

You threw yourself into his arms, your face buried deep in his robes and the heat radiating off his chest warmed you up in the comfiest way.

“You’re the best, Dray,” you mumble into the cloth of his robes, the clothing vibrating underneath you as he chuckled. You pulled away and gazed up at him, smiling when he placed a kiss on your forehead.

The two of you unknowingly began to sway back in forth in each other’s arms, his hands resting on your lower back while yours were looped loosely around the back of his neck.

“You scared me today,” he begins quietly, “and every day since you’ve started your studying.”

“I know,” you frown, “I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you’ll stop overworking yourself,” he says softly. “I know you’re scared you’ll fail, but I promise you won’t. You’re one of the smartest people I know and I know you’ll get outstanding marks on everything.”

“You think so?” you ask hopefully, your eyes trained on the burnt orange moon as you took in his words.

“I know so.”

A few more minutes of silence pass by, your head now leaning against his chest as the two of you still danced silently. And as if he read your mind, Draco began humming a soft and off-pitch rendition of Claire de Lune. You would laugh every time he forgot a note and would go silent for a moment before backtracking and humming it correctly.

You don’t know how long the two of you stayed up there dancing slowly in each other’s arms with Draco trying his best to hum the top classics of the classical’s, his lips finding yours every now and then to kiss you longingly and tenderly, but one thing was for sure; it was bliss. 

Maybe distracting yourself with Draco wasn’t such a bad thing.

[arknights-imagines]

GOD that mostima post had me FEELING things. I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates mostima a lot wahhh ; v ; i was wondering if maybe you could do a mostima/doctor after their established relationship when one of them has got injured or smth? :o I feel like with her belief that she can't hold warmth having to provide it in a dire situation would be an interesting challenge for mostima, and likewise being on the receiving end of it in a situation like that too for her!!

(It's good to be back!!! 😭🥳)

Aaaa tysm anon! 😭🥺 I'm glad you like my stuff on Mostima haha 👉👈 tbh she's grown a lot on me since I've started this blog!! 💕 She's very underappreciated 🥺 Anywho, thanks for the request and I hope I did Mostima justice here~ 🌸

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Easing Worry

Imagine format; no fixed perspective!

Contains: Mostima, reader as the Doctor, gender neutral Doctor/no gender mentioned, established relationship, a few background characters, very brief mentions of an explosions and injuries, fluff with the tiniest bit of angst, Mostima having to deal with her emotions 👉👈

Word count: just over 2k!

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“Mostima, come in! Mostima!!”

Static was all that came in reply despite the amount of times you called out into the communications link. Frustrated, you sighed sharply and watched the blink of the Caster’s tracker on the map of the ruins displayed on the screen before yourself, Amiya and Texas.

Mostima had been dispatched on an Operation to some old city ruins in Kazedel for a Mission; Unfortunately, you couldn’t accompany the Squad she was sent out with, and thanks to her lone wolf nature the Caster strayed from the other Operators who were with her. She must’ve run into trouble soon after, because when you had tried advising her to return to her Squad members through the comms-link, all that came in reply was a commotion and then silence.

“...That’s not good.” Texas’ tone wasn't very telling, but her furrowed brows and tight jaw read unease. From beside you, Amiya spoke up, “Doctor, what would you like to do?”

Mostima’s tracker was still active, which meant she must’ve been alive - still, the pit of worry in your stomach didn't fade in the slightest. When you didn't reply, Amiya decided to take the lead, “We should wait a little while longer. Maybe Ms. Mostima will get back to us…”

You had your rapt attention on the screen before you, and so when no protest from you came, everyone did as Amiya said. Even after some time passed, the tracker didn't move and nothing came through the communications link.

From her spot at another console nearby, Closure huffed loudly, “...our drones can't find her.” When you turned to look at her, she went on, “Doctor, Mostima is definitely alive down there but… we can't see her from up here, and I have no idea what happened.”

Your stomach dropped to the floor and you fell silent; within seconds the worry began eating at your insides, soon creating a suffocating tension around your heart. The thought of something happening to Mostima made you feel ill - more ill than any sickness had ever made you feel.

Amiya spoke in your place again, “P-Perhaps we should send someone. I’ll call one of our other Operators and we can create a plan-” “No, I’ll go.” Everyone's heads snapped to you right away, their faces filled with consternation and slight surprise. As was expected, Amiya shook her head right away, “Doctor, it isn't safe down there-” Though difficult, you shook your head and replied as calmly as you can manage; if it wasn't safe for you, then Mostima was in grave danger and needed to be extracted right away.

Amiya seemed conflicted - however, everyone was well aware of how much Mostima meant to you, and how much you meant to her. Your relationship was common knowledge around Rhodes Island by that point. And so, though she was worried for your safety, the Chimera nodded and stepped in front of the map displayed on the screen to take your place, “Alright, got it. I trust you, Doctor - bring Ms. Mostima back safe and sound!”

Not wishing to waste any time, you began heading straight towards the door of the aircraft; your heart pounded almost deafeningly in your ears as you outfitted yourself with proper protective care and a parachute. Closure opened the aircraft door, and you stepped close to the edge with one thought in your mind;

‘Please be okay, Mostima.’

…

The expanse of ruined land was silent; the heavy scent of sulfur and ash was carried in the air, and the dust from the building collapse was only just settling. Convinced that they had successfully killed any threat, the Reunion soldiers took their leave - the aircraft that was hovering over them couldn't mean good news on their end.

Unable to move, Mostima groaned quietly - she had only just regained consciousness, what happened? She didn't quite remember right then. Some sort of heavy weight is putting pressure on her whole body, especially her legs and chest. As she attempted to open her eyes, pain spread throughout her skull like a flood and forced her to screw them shut again. Somewhat paralyzed under whatever was holding her down, the Caster stayed lying on the ground, taking in shallow breaths.

When her ears began to stop ringing, the sound of footsteps followed by a voice calling her name caused Mostima to snap back into reality once more. ‘....Doctor?’; That was right, she was on an Operation you assigned her to, but something had gone wrong along the way. Had you come looking for her?

Finally, she found her strength; it wasn't much, however. Wincing as she moved her body, the Caster lifted her arms and began forcing up the rubble that was pinning her form down as best she could. Your voice tore through the air again - “Mostima!” - and your quickened footsteps neared her. You assisted her in lifting the remnants of the exploded building off her body, insisting that she tried to move as little as possible as you removed the rest of the rubble from her body.

Moaning a little in pain, Mostima shakily shifted her body until she was sat with her back against one of the pieces of debris you had helped lift off her. With the adrenaline now gone, pain began filling her body in so many places that even breathing began to sting; and yet, when you had given your attention to her, her usual soft smile played on the Caster’s lips.

You knelt beside her right away, hands hovering over her form, “Mostima, are you okay?” Grinning still, she managed a nod, “Doctor, hello to you too…” Though she tried, she was unable to bite back the pained wince she made as she lifted her arm to wave at you. Your eyebrows knitted together and your face twisted in a frown - and yet Mostima was smiling at you still.

“What happened?” Your hand had come to cup her cheek, but she shook her head before her fingers could rest on her skin; no matter how much time you two spent together, it seemed her instinct was still to reject any affection you wished to give her. Avoiding your gaze, she began to explain, “During the Operation, the Squad got ambushed. Hm, our guys were actually doing well, we had almost taken care of all of them.” A small sigh bridged her sentences, “But just as things were wrapping up, I saw a few of the Reunion trying to make an escape. I figured that was no good, so I went after them...haha, I guess I walked right into their trap, because the next thing I knew I was under all that rubble.”

While she had been talking, your hands were pressing and running over parts of her body checking for injuries; something seemed to be impeding your thoughts, however, because though you were supposed to be scanning for wounds, your eyes were staring at the ground. Were you upset?

Hoping to lighten the mood, Mostima spoke once again, This time a strained laugh left her, “Ahaha...sorry, I still really don’t get this whole ‘teamwork’ thing.” Immediately, you shook your head, “No… don’t worry, I’m not mad.” She lifted a bow at you.

Your eyes finally looked up from the ground and you reached into the bag you were carrying, unearthing bandages and a clean cloth. The Caster fell quiet as she allowed you to cover the scrapes and cuts on her arms - your touch was so gentle, you touched her as if she was made of precious glass. You took the cloth in your hand then lifted it to her face; this time, however, Mostima didn't shake you off or pull away. Instead, she met your gaze - and what she saw caused her heart to ache.

Your face was riven with worry, only some relief was on your features - probably due to the fact that she was still alive. Mostima’s calm grin faltered, “Doctor….” In all honesty, seeing you so worried over her caused the Caster more pain than any of her injuries did; this wasn't her intention, she didn't mean to panic you to the point that you came down to look for her.

She wasn't used to this, you were both acutely aware of that. Mostima worked alone, Mostima dealt with things alone; before you, every person she held dear was someone she also ended up pushing away. Close bonds - she didn't need them, the Caster told herself, there was no need for them in her line of work. And so she was never raring to work with others, and people she had relationships with barely ever saw her anymore.

But with you, her usual method of pushing away until the other person gave up didn't work. And soon, thanks to your persistence, warmth began blooming in her heart - and she was helpless to stop it.

Unfortunately, Mostima was just as helpless when it came to expressing all the warmth she held for you in her heart. You caused emotions she contended with, and so her first instinct was to pull away or push you back; and that usually just left both of you feeling hurt. The Caster didn't believe in her capacity to encompass love or warmth - but you did.

Finally, Mostima found her voice once more, “Doctor...angel.” She corrected herself, instead using the nickname you rarely ever heard from her. It was mushy, cheesy - and yet butterflies filled your stomach every time she used it. Once she was sure she had your attention, the Caster spoke, trying her absolute best and allowing all of her words to come from her heart, “I’m sorry, I know I must’ve scared you really bad. I didn't mean...to worry you.”

Your face softened at her words; placing the cloth down, your hand found its way to hers. When she interlaced her fingers with your own, you smiled gently. Relieved to see you more at ease, Mostima squeezed your hand as best she could considering her loss of strength before continuing, “Unfortunately - in case you haven't noticed - I’m terrible at this. Haha…you’re really unlucky to have fallen in love with someone like me. I push people away, I push everyone away.” Her smile had gone, and now her face was filled with serious, genuine sincerity. “But I don’t want you to go away, you’re the first person in a long time who I’ve wanted to stay with. And I know I’m not good at showing it…”

Gathering some of her strength, the Caster shut her eyes as she lifted your hand to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on your fingers. “But my dear Doctor, my sweet angel - I care so much about you. Actually, scratch that... I love you, I love you so much.” And she trailed off, relaxing with her lips on your hand and losing herself in the moment for just a second or two.

It felt indescribably warm to just shut her eyes and pretend it was just you and her in the entirety of Terra. While it was hard to take down all her walls, it was so much better than deflecting your affections and was worth it for the way her heart grew in her chest as she allowed herself and you to be compassionate towards one another.

When your hand moved to cup her cheek, Mostima leaned into your touch rather than pulling away. When her eyes fluttered open, her gaze fell upon your effusive smile; “I love you too, Mostima. I promise I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.” Your words prompted her to chime with a light laugh, “Hehe, I guess there’s no getting rid of you, huh~?” You shook your head in reply - when your grin widened, she couldn't help but mirror the expression.

Facial features softening and becoming sincere, she left another kiss on the inside of your palm, “I’ve never had anyone like you...Sorry if I’m not always cooperative. Thanks for looking after me, Doctor.” A warm, passionate grin came to your face as you replied, “Always, Mostima.”

The area that surrounded the two of you was in a ruinous state, that same heavy scent still hung in the air and injuries were still littered all over Mostima’s body. And yet; upon seeing your smile, her body filled with a heartened feeling.

[pynkhues]

.... any succession fic recs? 👀

Yes!! I haven't read a lot for it yet, but some of the stuff I've read has been staggeringly good. I'm generally more into gen fic in this particular fandom, but have enjoyed some Stewy x Kendall, Gerri x Roman and Naomi x Tabitha too.

A few recs under the cut!

“I wanted to get out. From under all this. Take the money and run.”

Kendall tells Stewy even though he knows he’ll never get it, not like Naomi does. He’ll never understand the crush of it, the heart-stopping head-fucking fear of failing a tyrant. Kendall’s been ignoring the shape of it for a long time, putting pieces of it together in the back of his mind in total darkness like a blindfolded man. It doesn’t matter that one day his dad will die. It doesn’t matter about the money or the hostile takeover or the stolen files or any of it. There’s no running. Kendall’s Logan Roy lives inside his head.

Stewy laughs. Stewy laughs for a long time.

“There is no out, Ken, what the fuck are you talking about? You were born this and you’ll die this. You are what you are, and what you are is a fucking Roy.”

Kendall hates him, for a moment. Lightning-strike furious. What the fuck does he know about any of it, about his dad’s swinging dinner plate-sized hands, about getting 24% name recognition in reliable international polling, about puking every time you think about a car swerving off the road in the rain. About finding out that you can do something unthinkably, unimaginably terrible, and it doesn’t matter to anyone you know but you. There’s a scar on his arm that no one else who hasn’t already been told how it got there can ever know about, and he’s sick of it, and it’s not fair. He hates Stewy for a moment because Stewy’s right.

“I wanted to do the right thing, Stewy, for once in my fucking life.”

Stewy laughs again, more briefly, and the predator flash of his eyes in the neon of the motel sign is a torture all its own.

‘There is no right and wrong, Ken. How the fuck do you not know that yet? Not for people like you. Like us. There’s shit you get caught doing and there’s shit you don’t.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You really, really fucking don’t,” says Ken, and fuck, there it is. The road less travelled, that only he has ever driven on. The path he’s down where Stewy can’t follow. That place beyond Stewy Hosseini where he never thought he could go.

“You’re not telling me something, and when I find out what that is, and I will find out what it is, Kendall, don’t you think I won’t, so I am warning you that when I do find out I am going to be righteously fucking pissed,” says Stewy, and if Kendall thought those were a predator’s eyes before—

“Yeah, you will,” says Kendall, because he knows exactly how perceptive Stewy is. Exactly how weak he is. Exactly, precisely what both of them are.

And treat this night like it’ll happen again by postcardmystery. 8k words. Kendall x Stewy. Post s2. (CW: internalised homophobia, some homophobic language)

I tried to pick a shorter excerpt, but I literally couldn’t, this fic is so. good. The voices are pitch perfect, and it’s got this incredible build to it overall that goes back and forth between time and point of views and just rips your heart out. The premise itself is pretty simple – after the press conference at the end of 2.10, Kendall calls Stewy, and they drive through rural America while Kendall has a breakdown, and it’s just - - unspeakably good. I love it so so so much, I have no words.

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AITA for accusing my father of multiple crimes on his own news station? By amleth 3k words. Gen fic. Post s2.

And now for something completely different – epistolary fic which is just reddit news threads of the Roy family drama. I love an epistolary fic and this is just totally charming, and made me laugh a lot out loud.

“You’re quiet,” she observes. “That’s a first.”

“Yeah, well, the Turks beat it out of me. Gave you a run for their money.” He waggles his eyebrows. “So what is this? Whips and chains? Are we doing the whole boat-sex thing? I heard Shiv and Tom are looking for a third —“

Gerri finds what she’s looking for: a black leather binder. She drops it on the bed and begins paging through it, and Roman cranes his neck enough to recognize that it’s just full of documents, not like, dick pics. “I’ve given some thought to what you proposed a few weeks ago, and I agree that we should make things official in some way,” she says, and he blinks.

“Uh,” he says. “Which — what part of it?”

“Take a look.”

Gerri closes the folio and hands it over. It’s deceptively heavy, and the print on these pages is way too fucking fine, he thinks, paging through it. “Is this some kind of, like, Fifty Shades of Roy sex contract? Because it’s not that I’m not into it, but I think there’s a strong argument for going paperless —”

“Strictly speaking, this isn’t legally binding,” Gerri says. “Just something I threw together with regard to our business arrangement going forward. But with no respect to the family — the past few weeks have really illustrated that no one should take anyone at their word right now. Give me a little more than your word.”

Evacuation strategies for a yacht on fire by devourthemoon. 11k words. Gerri x Roman. Post s2. Explicit.

After the events of s2, Roman and Gerri fake being married as a professional alliance, only, y’know, maybe it’s not so fake. This fic is just so, so much fun, and messy in the best possible way. The author nails all the character voices, and the sex scenes are just the right amount of hot and ridiculous, and I just love it all a lot too.

Kendall estimates it will take an hour for the first articles to go up. Some rapid-fire blog without oversight—the New York Post, maybe, or wherever those Vaulter hippies have skulked off to—will slap a catchy headline on it and report his words verbatim. Give or take a gif of his face when he switches to script number two. New York Times, Washington Post, AP, those fuckers take longer. They like to bleed the story like Middle Ages plague doctors for its marrow, fact-check and add context and analysis and as many backlinks as their servers can handle. Still, a couple of hours, and his face will be plastered on every major news outlet. His voice will play over the nightly talk shows. He’ll trend on Twitter. A few more days, and he’ll be the star of analysis segments, podcasts, weekly briefings. Maybe, fuck it, maybe he’ll trend on Twitter again.

It’s been years since Kendall read Shakespeare. But that shit sticks with you, gets under your skin and emerges when you least expect it, like eczema or Keynesian economics. He knows how the media will spin this. Kendall Roy Attacks CEO Logan for Years of Corruption. Prodigal Son Disrupts Family Legacy to Restore Credibility. That’s how Hamlet ends, right? And Macbeth, Lear, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, even Titus fucking Andronicus. The spilled blood sinks into the ground, the seedlings sprout forth from the soil, and a new castle is built on the bones. Order out of chaos, or at least close enough an approximation that the tabloids will buy it.

Legacy for profit by owlinaminor Post-2.10. Kendall Roy. Kendall through Shakespeare analogies – just - - ooooof. It's a beautiful, lyrical character study that weaves through Roy family history and teases at a future none of them are even sure they want. It's gorgeous writing.

For the next few days Shiv would have to keep the pressure on Kira like an open wound because there were other women, victims that Nate’s people were going to find one by one as soon as that phone call disconnected. Mo was her father’s friend, good friend, for a long, long time. Nate and Gil, Sandy and Stewy, too many sharks in the water and the share price probably dipped to a new low but she would never check a stock ticker. Her husband’s nerves fraying at the edges on national television. She had promised a woman she’d never met before that she would kill roughly one third of the top male executives of her family’s company. Her company.

The last look Rhea gave her before she shut the car door was concern close to fear—no longer the same woman who heard their pitch in the safe room, who laughed with her at Argestes. Rhea had only looked into the abyss; she got cold feet and she didn’t even know what it’s like to grow up in it.

Her family’s company is hers, will be hers. Even from a whale fall, new life would spring.

Feed his flesh to wayward daughters by reogulus. 2k words. Shiv Roy. Set during 2.09.

This entire fic is set around Shiv bribing Kira not to testify, and god, it is so good. It’s bleak and rough, and really hones in on the complex ground Shiv walks as a character. It's another brilliant study of what it takes to be a Roy, and the way they make the awful choices in order to fulfill this legacy that they don't even know they want.

Kendall sets down his fork. “So. Tell me. Is it everything you wanted? Is it what you thought it would be?”

Roman stills. He never does that. He’s constantly a menace in motion, slouching and fidgeting, worse even than Kendall at his amphetamine peak. “What? The view from the tippy-tippy-top?”

“His regard.” Kendall wipes his mouth with the edge of the white cloth napkin. It comes away pink from the steak. “Dad. He’s all yours now.”

Roman still hasn’t moved. Finally, he lurches, like corroded machinery come uncertainly to life. “Yeah, man. It’s fucking tight as hell. I love every beautiful daddy and me moment I was a good enough little boy to earn.” He snorts. “Fuck you.” His face goes curiously slack then, like something Kendall’s own face would do. An intermission in the performance, an energy cut. Something genuine finding its way to the surface. “Why don’t you tell me. When you got everything you wanted, how the fuck did that make you feel?”

Nauseous, is the first word that springs to mind. Sick. Scared. I’ve never had everything I wanted, there’s that. I’ve never once had a single fucking thing I wanted. There’s that, too.

Interim leadership by arbitrarily 2k words. Roman + Kendall. Post s2.

I love Roman and Kendall scenes generally, but this one which features Kendall and Roman meeting for the first time a few months after the press conference in 2.10 is just a bit magic. The push pull dynamic that's just inherent to them mixed with the genuine affection and brotherly love is really special, and arbitrarily embraces both in equal measure. It's a great little fic.

There are lots more of course, and I'd also recommend checking out other works by these authors, but I hope this is a good place to start! :-)

[heraldofzaun]

This is my “Viktor has never been a stereotypical evil villain, you guys are just mean” post.

Hi. Well. That says it all, really, but I guess I should elaborate. I think that Viktor has always been a victim of society [cue Joker meme], it’s just that what society has shifted over the course of his lore update.

With new lore, it’s very clearly Piltover casting him out for his (in my opinion, pretty unethical from the get-go) ideas on free will/worker safety/etc. and that subsequently making him worse. But with his previous lore - what I run off of on this blog - I’ve seen a lot of commentary about how he’s always just been “evil”, or that his motivations weren’t defined, etc. And while I can agree that his old lore certainly has less of a word count (5x less, actually) and doesn’t make his motives crystal-clear, it’s just not true that his original incarnation was just a villainous scientist. (Nor is it true that he was perceived as one by his old fans!) It takes a little bit of looking at Blitzcrank’s lore, and the Journal of Justice (hey, remember that?) to see, but it’s there... So, here goes. I’m sorry for how long this ended up being (2k words!) - it ended up touching on a lot more than just Viktor.

Viktor’s always been stolen from. (Except for Blitzcrank’s newest lores, which contradict Viktor’s new lore, which... That’s a topic for another time.) It’s always been Professor Stanwick Pididly (now Professor Stanwick) who’s done the stealing - originally, he was a professor at Zaun’s “prestigious College of Techmaturgy”. In new lore, he’s a professor at an unnamed academy in Piltover. I think the best way to track the new/old changes is bullet-points, rather than writing this all out. Tumblr doesn’t allow T-charts, sadly.

Professor Pididly in old lore:

Zaunite professor.

Stole Blitzcrank (well, the accolades for developing Blitz’s sentience) from Viktor and Viktor’s doctoral team. (While this is headcanon, I’ve always assumed that Stanwick was Viktor’s (and Viktor’s team’s) doctoral advisor. I can’t quite imagine how else he’d pull off stealing a group project like that.) Viktor subsequently withdrew from the college and “barricaded himself in his private laboratory”. (Which is his house in my personal take, because really - what sort of doctoral student can afford a lab?)

Blitzcrank’s case reached Zaun’s legal system, resulting in a “legal maelstrom” (Blitz’s original lore) that ended with Stanwick presumably being legally declared Blitzcrank’s creator.

Blitzcrank’s lore states that “most now know the truth” in regards to who his creator is. This is important for later, so stick that in your back pocket.

Pididly is referred to as “Professor Pididly” in JoJ issues 3, 18, and 23, which are given the dates of August of 20CLE, March of 21 CLE, and June of 21 CLE.

Side note: According to Orianna’s judgment, which is dated May of 21 CLE - stay with me here, it’ll make sense - Blitzcrank entered the League “years before”. As League at this time was mostly running in time with the real world, this makes sense - Blitzcrank was a 2009 champion and Orianna was released in 2011. Judgments seem to be dated to a few days before a champion’s release, in order to tie with the lore - one had to be “Judged” before made a champion... but I’m rambling. Anyways, years before, back pocket.

Is referred to as “Chairman Pididly” in JoJ issue 27, dated August of 21 CLE. “Chairman” seems to be a title given to those in political power in Zaun. Another example is Chairman Magnus Dunderson, Zaun’s “Chief Executive” (issue 5). (I could’ve sworn that there is canonically a “Board of Executives” in old lore Zaun, but scrubbing through the JoJ on the wiki hasn’t turned it up - just Blitzcrank’s lore mentioning the “Council of Zaun”. Maybe it was fanon? Anyways.) Back pocket!

Also stole some work from Viktor in order to revive Urgot. Urgot’s revival was reported on in issue 3 of the JoJ, and the confirmation that it was from Viktor’s work is in Viktor’s original lore.

Professor Stanwick (Pididly? I feel like they ditched his last name because it was “too silly”, also because Stanwick sounds British-adjacent anyways and that’s Piltover’s “thing” - but anyways) in new lore:

Piltovian professor.

Stole Blitzcrank from Viktor alone, who made the robot to help clean up a specific chemical spill. Viktor went to Zaun for a few weeks and came back to find that Stanwick had “held a symposium on Blitzcrank and presented Viktor's research as his own”. Viktor subsequently continued on his studies, culminating with him later being expelled for “violating basic human dignity”. Viktor returns to a laboratory that he had in Zaun.

Blitzcrank’s case is solely a university matter. Viktor petitions Jayce to help support his claim, but Jayce is Jayce and doesn’t help out. The “matter [is] decided in Professor Stanwick’s favor”.

Blitzcrank’s lore doesn’t really say anything about if people know that Viktor made him (them, technically, but Riot doesn’t get to make the robot non-binary), but I guess it’s implied in the 3rd iteration? (That would be the first new one, after the IoW retcon making most champions’ 2nd lores being the same lore with any reference to the titular League of Legends removed.) He works with Viktor in that one. It doesn’t fit with Viktor’s updated lore at all, actually, because it mentions Stanwick absolutely zero times. (A post for another day...)

Has nothing to do with Urgot, since Urgot’s different now.

So, the general plot of “professor rips off a student” is there, it’s just got an added layer of “professor rips off a foreign/out-group student” in new lore to tie into the overarching idea of Piltover exploiting Zaun. (Is Zaun considered foreign? Yes? No? It’s sort of textually implied sometimes to be another city, but can it actually be when it’s physically underneath Piltover? Is the metaphor in new lore a class thing, then? Is it both? Am I supposed to take Viktor’s Russian accent into account when reading this text? I don’t know.) Anyways, so far so... same, in the broad strokes. Unless Viktor’s villainy in old lore is specifically because someone from his city ripped him off, I don’t know how you can compare new/old lore and say that old painted him as a villain.

But what about the everything else I put there? We’re getting there - that’s part of Viktor’s in-universe stuff. I’m taking a quick detour out of universe, to Jayce’s very first lore...

Which had Viktor stealing a techmaturgical device from Jayce. While I can’t cite this, sadly - thank you, Riot deleting the old forums and me not having the patience to look through archives at the moment - there was a backlash around this on the forums. Why would Viktor, a character who’d been stolen from, steal in turn? So Jayce’s second lore, the one that most people were familiar with before the new lore update, was made. Now Viktor stole a crystal after trying to partner with Jayce, Jayce was less well-established as an inventor, he had a bit more character... All good things. (Also, this is probably where the new lore direction of them being former college colleagues come from.)

Also, as an aside: this is the first use I can see of crystals specifically being described as arcane power sources... The only other discussion of magical crystals was the Brackern... which was then merged into magical crystals having to be from the Brackern... Which means that...

But anyways! Clearly Viktor fans didn’t see him as a villain in 2012, or at least not one that would victimize others in the same way that he’d been hurt. They made such a fuss about it that Jayce’s lore was changed to paint Viktor more sympathetically! (When’s the last time that there’s been that much backl- oh. It’s Seraphine again. Anyways.) So, again, Viktor’s perception as an evil scientist mostly seems to have come from people who weren’t really familiar with his lore. So... case closed?

Except that I also want to talk about in-universe things! Everything that I told you to put in your back pocket! Because this post is already over a thousand words and I have thrown myself firmly into this vortex.

Viktor’s victimization by society [Joker meme] is actually probably worse in old lore, which is a fact that I think has been pretty overlooked. While new lore Viktor gets kicked back down to Zaun and gets his work stolen in academia - with Stanwick presumably never being questioned on whether or not he made Blitzcrank, because there’s that whole “Zaunites are bad” thread that is both in and out of universe... Old lore Viktor sure does get it worse, although I admit that this requires some interpretation of canon. His thing with Blitzcrank was, again, a “legal maelstrom” - and with Blitzcrank being considered a Zaunite celebrity before this court case, it seems relatively easy/logical to infer that this maelstrom was a very public case.

So all of Zaun gets to see Viktor crash and burn in court. I’d say that’s a bit worse than just academia seeing it, as is the case in new lore.

And then there’s Blitzcrank’s lore flat-out saying that “most now know the truth” about who made him. (While this lore does predate Viktor’s existence - isn’t it odd to think about a Blitzcrank made by a faceless team of generic doctoral students, rather than Viktor... and a faceless team of generic doctoral students? - I see no reason not to take it as canonical for Viktor’s original lore. There’d been minor lore touchups before, so if Riot wanted Viktor’s creation of Blitzcrank to be an unknown... they could have edited Blitzcrank’s lore.) But Viktor’s still on the fringes, and nothing in his lore (which, again, was written years after Blitzcrank’s) seems to acknowledge that by the time he enters the League we have confirmation, date-wise, that it’s been years since the truth came out. (Orianna Judgment, etc.) That’s to say: people knowing that Viktor made Blitzcrank does nothing for him - he gets no apologies or anything like that.

Of course, if you take League lore as happening concurrently and nix the Judgments and the League, I guess that this is tenuous - but working within the framework of when he was released, it seems clear to me that the implication of all this lore is (whether it was intended by Riot to be read this way or not) that no one in Zaun cares that Viktor was stolen from. It’s an open secret. No one’s seeking justice for him. But it gets worse...!

So, it’s generally known that Stanwick didn’t make Blitzcrank by the time that the JoJ is running. And he’s just a professor for most of the run of that part of the lore, until... Issue 27. In which he becomes Chairman Pididly, someone who is now implied to have political power. (I have to assume he gets the position due to the political goodwill from Noxus that his revival of Urgot must have brought Zaun, but that’s just interpretation.) But! Even though most people know that Stanwick didn’t make Blitzcrank - that he stole Blitzcrank - he ends up not losing his university job (he’s still Professor Pididly for most of the JoJ, after all) but... gaining political office!

All of this is to say that Zaun is so crooked that you can have the fact that you stole from someone and ruined their life revealed... and get a promotion to government! You can shatter an idealistic man who had a “hope to better society” and make him into someone like the Machine Herald and face absolutely zero repercussions. I think that that is significantly worse than how new lore Viktor’s victimization by Piltover consisted of an academia-only dispute that left him with just some bitterness... New Viktor was, after all, kicked out of Piltovian academia for ethics violations, not for Blitzcrank.

Everything surrounding old lore Viktor is a bit harder to piece together, since you have to look through a few lores and make a few inferences, which is why I think that people don’t realize exactly how bad he had it... (That and time erasing memories, or people being new to the fandom, or people not being interested in Viktor, or...) But he had it bad, and I’m honestly disappointed that we never got to explore much of Zaun’s particular brand of corporate corruption in canon. Now they’re the perpetual underdogs, both victims and villians, and Riot isn’t quite sure how to write them beyond constant exploitation from Piltover. (Even the chem-barons have taken somewhat of a backseat lately in new lore, from what I’ve seen - Piltover seems to be the primary cause of Zaun’s ills, because the combined region is now an upper city/lower city metaphor about class. The chem-barons just seem to be written as a result of Piltover’s ignoring of Zaun - because Zaun seems to be more of an undercity than a sovereign city or state, but that varies depending on whatever piece of lore you’re reading and... Another post, another time.)

So. TL;DR: Viktor’s always been a character who was victimized by a city, be it Zaun or Piltover. Viktor’s always been a character more complex than just a maniacal villain, although it takes more work to see that in his old lore as compared to his new. (His new pretty much screams “we are trying to make him and Jayce morally grey”, after all.) This victimization is arguably worse in old lore, as it’s implied that he went through a very public legal case that ended with Stanwick taking credit for Blitzcrank. In addition to that, Stanwick’s subsequent shift to politics implies that Zaun is so corrupt that most everyone knowing that he’s a thief isn’t an issue at all. He’s untouchable.

Viktor’s always been the result of an idealistic man being crushed by a society that doesn’t care for him and his dreams. That’s nothing new.

[cinnaminsvga]

🌸 social media au where y/n posts a fake boyfriend application on twitter as a dare but ends up seeking something real in the long run (aka how to fall in love the zillennial way) 🌸

A/N: RIP Jungkook... When will he catch a break, I wonder? Who is Hoseok to him anyway? Much to think about... Also I’m just gonna say this, but Jungkook is literally the most unreliable narrator I’ve ever had to write, so take that in mind when you read this. Enjoy! || W.C. 2K

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It takes another 10 minutes or so until the maintenance guy manages to rescue both Jungkook and Namjoon out of the elevator. Luckily, the elevator didn’t stop midway between floors so they didn’t have to crawl or climb out, so getting out is a quick and easy ordeal once the doors are opened. Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief, but that moment of calm is short-lived when he hears Namjoon clear his throat behind him.

“Umm… Jungkook-ssi, right?” Namjoon addresses him by his name for the first time. Jungkook jumps up in surprise, though he should have known that you would have ratted him out when you found out he was intentionally ignoring the taller boy.

“I… Yeah. And you’re Namjoon,” Jungkook doesn’t even bother tacking on the question mark at the end, too worn out mentally to bother pretending like he’d only suddenly realized. He rubs the back of his neck, thankful that he’s turned away from Namjoon so that he doesn’t see the flash of annoyance across his face.

Without another word, Jungkook begins climbing the last two flights of stairs to reach your shared apartment. He doesn’t turn to see if Namjoon follows, though he does hear the extra pair of footsteps close by.

When they file into your shared home, the awkward tension magnifies tenfold. While Namjoon and Jungkook had been gone, it seems that Hoseok has already made himself comfortable, laughing jovially at something you said as he helps you bring the last remaining pairs of cutlery to the table. Jungkook looks over at the new visitor from the corner of his eye and notices the way Hoseok has his gaze locked fervently on you as you fussed over everyone’s seating arrangements.

“Oh, Jungkook! Namjoon!” You shove Yoongi’s plate towards him the moment you hear the door open, sprinting over to the two of them. Your hair is in complete disarray, slightly frizzy in places even after you had painstakingly taken an hour this morning trying to look presentable. Even so, Jungkook can’t help the way his heart beats a little faster when you envelop him in a tight hug, as you’ve always looked cute to him no matter what. When he wraps his arms around you to return the embrace, he feels you lower your lips near his ears. “You’re in big fucking trouble, mister. We’re talking after all of this is over,” you whisper darkly. He gulps audibly when you separate, the smile on your face is eerily present.

Thankfully, you don’t hug Namjoon as well, though an apology is out of your mouth before Jungkook can distract you. “Namjoon, I’m so sorry again. I wish I had warned you about the elevator sooner,” you pout, but Namjoon is quick to waive your concerns.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. You didn’t know. All that matters is that we’re here now.” He smiles warmly, his dimples on full display. You clear your throat, staring wide-eyed at him, no doubt dumbstruck by his handsome features. Jungkook tries to relax the tick in his jaw, but to no avail. Instead, he marches past the two blushing fools, eager to get away.

Since your apartment is quite small, you set most of the food onto the coffee table, with everyone either sitting on the floor or on the couch. Jungkook is quick to take a seat next to you on the couch, but that also forces him to have Seokjin on his other side. The elder winks salaciously at him, which Jungkook pointedly ignores.

Namjoon and Hoseok take a tentative seat on the other side of the coffee table. Namjoon’s gangly legs make it difficult for him to fold himself in properly, so you offer to switch places with him instead, much to Jungkook’s dread. Namjoon glances at him for a moment before hesitantly accepting your offer, squishing himself on Jungkook’s right side on their small, sunken couch. He can feel rather than hear Seokjin’s attempts to mask his nefarious giggles.

You seat yourself beside Hoseok, who smiles widely back at you. “Sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself. I’m Y/N! I’ve heard all about you from Namjoon.”

“Really? Well, I hope it’s only been good things,” he says. “To be honest, I don’t think I’d see you again after that time in––“

“I’m going to fucking start eating now!” Jungkook interrupts, stabbing his chopsticks into the mountain of pork that you had prepared. Somewhere in Busan, he’s sure his mother is cringing at his terrible manners.

For a moment, you seem startled by his sudden proclamation, but you’re quick to shake it off. “Alright everyone! Please dig in,” you say, clapping your hands with a large grin on your face. Jimin is the first to dive into the food, popping a piece of kimbap into his mouth and moaning loudly in satisfaction.

“Y/N, I don’t know what type of crack you put into your food, but MAN this is delicious,” he says, already piling up his plate with anything he can get his hands on. Yoongi is slightly more reserved when he takes a prawn and chews it softly, nodding in agreement with Jimin’s statement.

“Thank you for this meal, Y/N. You must have worked really hard,” Namjoon says, reaching over for some food as well. Jungkook watches as he nearly bumps the plate of ssam off the edge of the table. “Oh, whoops.”

Hoseok laughs loudly, the sudden noise surprising everyone around him. He doesn’t look all that embarrassed, however. “I’ll have to apologize for Joon in advance. He’s a bit of a clumsy guy.” He smiles kindly at Y/N. “You’re gonna have to get used to that eventually, I suppose.”

Jungkook notices the soft blush rising up your neck. His grip on his chopsticks tightens as he takes a particularly rough bite out of his food. “I, um, suppose I will,” you laugh shyly, rubbing the back of your neck while keeping your gaze off Namjoon. You accidentally make eye contact with Jungkook instead, who didn’t have enough time to erase the annoyance out of his expression. You flinch slightly, before softening your voice in that tone you use whenever Jungkook felt a little stressed out. “Jungkook? Are you okay? Is the meat too tough or something?”

Seokjin snorts beside him, nearly choking as he was in the middle of taking a big swig of water. Jungkook hates that he knows that the bastard is enjoying this way too much. Jungkook’s frustration is easy for anyone to see, with only you being left unaware as to why he was so agitated. Your cluelessness only adds to his bubbling anger. “Yeah, Jungkook. Are you alright? Bet you wished there were less people at the table, huh?”

Jungkook is quick to stomp on his foot, causing the prick to yelp in pain. He’s too busy pinching Seokjin in the tit that he misses the way Namjoon’s face falls, dejectedly looking at his food with a deep furrow in his brow.

“Oh? Are you becoming self-aware? Maybe you should take a page out of your book and leave before I kick you out myself,” you huff, scowling at Seokjin. You must have misinterpreted his little side comment, though Jungkook isn’t sure if he should be thankful for that or not. You turn to Taehyung, who has been mysteriously quiet this entire time. “And you. I know I said you could bring a friend over, but I didn’t expect you to bring this soggy testicle!”

Taehyung just shrugs, his attention focused on his phone. “What?” He doesn’t look up, his fingers furiously occupied with something else. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Won’t do it again.” When he finishes his text, Seokjin’s phone dings soon right after. Jungkook’s eyes narrow suspiciously at the two, but neither of them seems to care.

You’re beginning to look flustered, mouth opening and closing as you figure out a way to salvage this mess of a dinner. If Jungkook had been slightly less preoccupied with his own swirling thoughts, he might have thought to comfort you or say something to alleviate the tension. Instead, he has his head bowed in shame, the bitter taste in his mouth unwilling to leave until the boy to his right decides to leave first.

“Anyway,” Yoongi clears his throat, causing Jimin to jump beside him. Normally, Yoongi never spoke all that often when they got together, usually content with eating and listening to the younger ones joke around. He isn’t looking at Jungkook, but he knows that Yoongi must have read his mind. He waves his chopsticks around vaguely at Namjoon. “You. You like woodworking, right?”

Startled from being directly addressed, Namjoon’s posture straightens slightly at the mention of his favorite activity. “Y-yes. It’s a bit of a side hobby that I do when I’m not busy with school or work. I’m… not very good. Just a novice, really.” He laughs, nervously propping his glasses up his nose until they’re nearly up to his forehead.

“Oh, hush! Namjoon is fantastic! I got him to make little wooden figurines to decorate the cafe over the summer, isn’t that right?” Seokjin interjects, reaching over Jungkook to slap Namjoon on the back.

“That’s right! Namjoon, I’ve seen your photos on Instagram! You’re definitely good at what you do,” you say, eyes sparkling with amazement. Namjoon coughs shyly into his hand, but it doesn’t hide the blush painting his cheeks.

Jungkook feels his blood pressure boiling, but he grits his teeth instead. “Interesting stuff,” he murmurs sarcastically, soft enough that only you wouldn’t hear. He senses Namjoon sagging back into his seat, but he doesn’t even feel remotely guilty that he had heard him. Even without looking up, he knows that Yoongi is sending him a warning look in response.

“Namjoon, that’s really cool. I’m an interior design major, so I’d love to see what you might think about the wood pieces I’m thinking of purchasing for an upcoming exhibit,” Yoongi says, trying to salvage the situation. Jungkook glares at him, but the elder doesn’t back down. Instead, he quirks a brow up, as if challenging him to say something.

Jimin gasps, a few bits of rice falling out of his mouth and into the plate of ssamjang. “That’s right! Yoongi, didn’t you say you needed something interesting as a center piece for the dining table? Maybe Namjoon can help you with that!”

Namjoon flushes, waving his hands and shaking his head fervently. “Ah, no! I don’t think I can help you with that. I’m sure you can ask plenty of other professionals who are more capable than I am.”

“No, Namjoon. You should help them,” Hoseok quips. He’s got a pout on his face, causing his cheeks to bunch up cutely. Like a fucked up squirrel, Jungkook thinks petulantly, hating how childish he was being but unable to stop. He steals a look at you to see that you’re staring at Hoseok, too. Hoseok pumps his fist up, “Namjoon’s great! He’s just being humble, that’s all.”

“I’ll be sure to ask you for help then, Namjoon.” Yoongi smiles wide, his pink gums appearing for the first time that night. It’s the kind of smile that makes you feel good, like being praised without words. Emboldened by Yoongi’s kindness, Namjoon smiles back, his previously dejection slowly washing away.

Jungkook feels betrayed. He can’t stand sitting in this room anymore, not when all his friends, most especially you, were being so buddy-buddy with this new unwelcome addition to your party. He puts down his chopsticks onto his dish, standing up and making his way over to the kitchen sink.

“Kook? What’s wrong?” You stand up as well, walking towards him. When you reach out to touch his shoulder, he accidentally slaps your hand away on instinct, head fuzzy with too many thoughts. You gasp, cradling your hand to your chest even though he hadn’t hit you that hard. You were mostly shocked, not used to seeing Jungkook so… touchy, and for seemingly no apparent reason. If only you knew, he thinks to himself.

“I have to go. Stomach ache,” is all he says before he’s grabbing his coat from the rack and shoving on his boots. He grabs his car keys, unwilling to turn around to see the expressions on all your faces. “I’m heading to the pharmacy. See you.” He slams the door shut behind him, leaving you more confused and hurt than ever before.

“Well, this sucks, huh?” Seokjin nudges Taehyung with his foot. Taehyung, to his credit, jabs Seokjin straight in the balls.

“Back to the drawing board,” he sighs to himself, rubbing his temples as the elder groans obscenities back at him. This is going to be harder than he thought.