#but they don't KNOW i have an AU of that because no way am i telling these people about my fanfic-writing alter ego

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Outside the Lines 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsessive compulsive behaviour, kidnapping, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has her routine and her fellow patient gets in the way of those.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, (lumberjack AU)

Note: It's friday, yuh.

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Steve's hands slip down to your chest and you gasp. He gropes you through the fabric and you squirm, latching onto his wrists as you try to push him away. He squeezes and ignores your writhing.  

"Steve-- Captain! You said--kisses! That's not--" you whine.  

"Sweetheart, I can't help myself. You're just so..." he purrs and kneads you. "You look so good. I can't help but touch."  

"Captain," you wriggle. "Please, I'm scared."  

"Scared? Why are you scared?" He bounces your tits as his jaw ticks.  

"Because... oh...." you hands slip and you push on his biceps. "I don't know."  

"Because it's new? New things aren't bad, huh?" He cooes.  

"But-- but--" you babble. "You're touching me."  

"What's so bad about that, huh? You’re touching me too.” You look at your hands and retract them. “I'm being nice. Gentle. I'm not hurting you, am I?"  

You pout, "no, but--"  

"You really never been treated good, have you?" He drawls. "That's all I want to do."  

"I..." you quiver as your lip pushes out further.  

"You know, you're hurting me, right?" His eyes meet yours. "Looking so good. You got me all worked up and--" he looks down and you follow his gaze. His pants are tight and bulging. "Do you know that when a man gets... in the mood, it hurts."  

"What?" You grab his hands and he only squeezes more. "It hurts?"  

"Sure it does. It's all swollen and... there's only one way to soothe it."  

"That's not..." you look at his lap again. His pants do look uncomfortable. "Because of me?"  

"You look so pretty in that dress and you're kissing me all nice," he intones.  

"I did that? It's my fault?" You frown.  

"Baby, don't be sad. It's a good pain but... you can make it better. You wanna?" 

You gulp and your brows rise then fall. You don’t know what to do. Or if you should even do it. 

“You want to be a good girl, don’t you?” He asks. 

You nod and look at him eagerly. It’s the one thing you always longed for. To do things right. 

“Undo my zipper,” he rasps. 

You bend and straighten your fingers, “Captain?” 

“Remember? We agreed you’ll follow our rules. It’s all part of the plan. You have to get use to touching. To people.” 

“But... I don’t know what to do.” 

“I’m telling you what to do,” he squeezes your chest harder. “Please, baby, you’re hurting me.” 

“No, I don’t want to hurt you,” you mope. 

“So open my zipper.” 

You look down. You hover your hands over his lap then reach for it. It’s made a bit more difficult as he keeps his grasp on your chest. He groans as you touch the bulge in the fabric. 

“Ugh, yeah, honey, please...” 

You undo the button of his fly and slide his zipper down. He drones again. You stare at the top of his boxers. 

“Honey, you gotta... take me out,” his voice is strained. 

“Take you—it?!” You squeal. 

“It’s just human anatomy, right? Come on, I need you.” 

Your hand shakes as you cautiously touch the elastic. You curl your fingers around it and he lifts himself to help you, pushing down his jeans as he does. He drops onto the couch again as his dick bobs up above the crumpled fabric. 

“Steve!” You cry out. “I mean, Captain.” 

He chuckles, “what?” 

“It’s... is it supposed to be so... veiny?” 

He laughs again, “sweetie,” his voice grits and he grabs your hand. He wraps it around him. “Feel it. You feel how hard I am. For you? You know it hurts. You need to... soothe it.” 

“Oh?” You pout at him. 

“Like this.” 

He guides your hand up to his tip. You look down and giggle at the site of your hand on him. His tip is glistening. He pushes your grip back down and he shakes with a sultry moan. He breathes your name. 

“I think I got it,” you slide your hand up again and he lets go. 

“Yeah, that’s good,” he pushes his palms against the cushions. “Oh, wow, yeah, like that.” 

You pump him at the same pace as he showed you. He trembles and brings a hand to your chest. He tugs on the top of your dress. You squeak and look down. 

“Captain?” You whine. 

“Honey, it’s okay, it’ll help,” he coaxes and pulls the fabric under your tit. You exclaim as he cups your tit, his rough palm tickling your hard nipple. 

He purrs again and massages your chest. He leans his head back, his other hand spread over the cushion. You can feel the tension as you keep your motion. 

“Faster, honey, you gotta go faster.” 

You obey. If it helps, it can’t be bad. Maybe you’re helping them too. 

His voice clogs in his throat and he grunts as his breath picks up. He chokes on his words, “too... fast--” 

He bites down and suddenly spasms. His nails dig into your skin and you yipe as warm spills out over your fingers, leaking under them and smearing onto his dick. You don’t stop. You don’t want to get in trouble. 

He twitches and grabs your wrist, slowing your pace as he curls his shoulders forward. He exhales and stills you completely.  

“Honey, that’s... woah. That--” 

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky sneers. 

You turn and raise your gooey hand. Steve sighs and sits back. You stare at Bucky in horror and fix the top of your dress.��

“I... I’m helping,” you sputter. 

“Oh yeah? I’m out running around, trying to find a damn label maker,” he marches forward and tosses it on the table between the game boards. “And you’re playing around?” 

You get up and look at your slimy palm. You don’t like the feeling as it cools quickly. You grab a tissue from the box under the lamp and wipe your hand. You ball the tissue in your fist as Bucky huffs. 

“Steve...” he growls. 

“Sergeant,” you approach him nervously, “would... would it help if I gave you a kiss?” 

Bucky flinches and gives you a mean look, “what?” 

“Oh, uh,” you look at Steve. “I’m trying to be good. Is that bad? I thought--” 

“Honey, go on, give him a kiss. He’s just surprised.” Steve coaxes. 

“Oh, er,” you put your hands behind them. You should clean them properly. You watch your feet as you near Bucky, stepping on the boards but not over the lines. 

You stop before him and he looks down at you. There’s a stitch in his forehead. He doesn’t look happy like Steve. His eyes meet yours. They’re as blue as gemstones. You stand on your toes and pucker. 

Slowly, he bends to meet your kiss. A quick but firm brush of your lips. Steve snickers. 

“You being shy?” He taunts. “Honey, go on. Give him another kiss, a real kiss.” 

You watch Bucky as he glares at Steve. He looks at you again and steps closer. He puts his hands on your hips and draws you in. He bends and smothers you, his tongue bursting past your lips. You hum in surprise as he squeezes your hips. 

His metal hand crawls up your back. It tickles behind your neck then to your head. He holds you against him as he deepens his kiss, growling through his nose.  

His other hand drifts down to your skirt. His fingers creep under the fabric and tickle along your thigh. He scoops his hand around your ass and squeezes. You whimper and catch yourself on his arms. His grip on your head tightens and he locks you in. 

His fingers poke beneath your bum and he feels along your lips. You twitch and squirm in his grasp. It’s too much, too fast. 

“Buck,” Steve girds, “cool it.” 

Bucky snarls and nibbles your lip as he parts from your mouth. He looks you up and down, his eyes dilated, and drags his hand up your ass, lifting the skirt slightly as he does. 

“Being nice,” Bucky drawls. 

“You sure are, sergeant,” Steve stands and sneers. “Isn’t she a good girl? We made a lot of progress, right, sweetheart?” 

“We played battleship,” you say. “Oh. Er, thank you for the label maker, sergeant.” 

“Hmm, no problem,” his eyes flick to Steve, “that all the thanks I get?” 

“Oh, I--” You look to Steve for help. He doesn’t. “Would you like... a coffee? Or-- 

“Doll, that hurts. You give Steve all that sweetness and what do I get?” Bucky sniffs. 

“Steve? But he was hurting. He...” you grimace. “You want me to help you?” 

He glances at Steve again and quickly back to you, “sure, doll. That’s exactly what I want.” 

“Show him what you learned, honey,” Steve pats your shoulder and back up. 

Bucky brushes by you, closely. He tugs the back of your skirt. He goes to the couch and drops onto the cushion. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his fly. He reaches into his pants and strokes himself as he brings his dick through the split zipper. 

He looks at you. You flit over to him, mindful of the lines, and sway right before you reach the couch. You stare for a moment before you can make yourself get on the couch. You climb on your knees and he reaches around you as you sit back on your heels. His hand spreads across one side of your ass. 

You squeak and wiggle in his grasp. His cheek dimples. He’s almost smiling. 

“She’s got a nice ass, huh, sergeant?” Steve steps closer. 

“Mhmm,” Bucky answers from his throat. 

“Tell her,” Steve says. 

“Doll, you got a nice ass,” Bucky says. 

You giggle nervously, unsure how to react. “Thank you, sergeant.” 

“See, we’re all learning. Giving praise, right?” 

“Steve,” Bucky growls. 

“Honey, go on, look at how bad the sergeant needs you.” 

You once more look down at Bucky’s lap. He’s just as big as Steve. You think. You gently wrap your hand around his dick. He groans and pushes his head back. He stretches his other arm across the back of the couch. 

“Tighter,” Steve guides as he watches from the other side of the coffee table. You squeeze and Bucky moans. “Now, start.” 

You pump your hand up then down. You fidget on your heels, his fingers curling into your flesh. A swirl of sensations stir inside of you. 

You keep your hand working from tip to base. You watch the motion intently. The more you do, the weirder you feel. Not in a bad way. 

You squeeze your thighs together at the pulsing between them. There’s a slickness in your folds. You shift again. 

“Are you getting wet?” Steve asks. 

You gasp. Bucky laughs. “She is.” 

“I--I—I didn’t mean too--” 

“Shh, honey, keep going. You're not done, are you?” Steve commands. 

“No, uh, yes, Captain.” 

You move your hand faster. This time, bit by bit. You remember how Steve shook and told you too much. Bucky shakes and rubs your ass with his fingertips, his other hand clutching the seam of the couch. 

“Fuck...” he hisses and his hips jerk. Ropes of thick cum explode from him and streak down his grey jeans. He groans and grunts as he empties himself down the denim and your hand. You slow as he breathes shallowly. 

“Are you okay?” You asks. 

“Mmm,” he hums and tilts his chin down. 

“You are so good, honey,” Steve comes closer. “Ah,” he catches your wrist, “now, it your turn.” 

“My... turn?” You echo.” 

He drags you away from Bucky and sit you on the couch. He lets go of your arm and you hold your wet hand up. He puts your feet on the cushions, knees wide so your exposed to the room. You whimper and wriggle. 

“You,” he grabs your wrist again, “are going to show yourself some love now.” He pushes your cum-coated fingers against your folds. He guides you with his thumb against your index and middle fingers. “Like this.” 

He moves your fingers against your clit. You suck in a sharp breath and gasp. Your fingertips glide through your slickness. You’re so wet. 

“Mmm, see how much you like helping?” He purrs and keeps your fingers gliding, “does that feel good?” 

You nod and whine. He once more pulls at the front of your dress. He gently takes his hand away from yours. 

“Keep going.” 

“Yes... Captain,” you shiver and roll your fingers, around and around. 

He hooks the fabric beneath your tits and leans in. He cradles your chest in his hands, bouncing it, then buries his face in your cleavage. He groans and rocks his head between your tits. He traces his mouth along your skin, nipping you, then closes his lips around your nipple. 

You quiver as the pressure in your core plucks with the sensation of his mouth on your chest. You look down at Steve’s head, your fingers flicking faster without a thought. Bucky sidles closer and pets your head. 

“You going to cum again?” He clucks. “Gonna be a good girl?” 

You heave and close your eyes as the waves crest and crash over you. You spasm as your insides tangles and your nerves boil. You squeal as the release quivers in your thighs and dribbles down from your cunt. 

Steve pulls backs and licks his lips. Your hand falls limp against your thighs and he smirks. He looks at Bucky. 

“See, sergeant, she’s getting better. We just need to keep up our work,” Steve says. 

[narcjsistx]

❝ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒! ❞ smau school au, reo mikage x fem reader, in which... reo mikage, loved by everyone in the school which he proudly manages thanks to his role as president of the student council, finds himself having to chase the school delinquent, the well known y/n. but when both are seen by the vice president of the council, kagaya surimani, in a strange situation... well, the school will start talking about it, a lot

PART FOUR ; masterlist for all the parts!

You close the door behind you with a loud thud, finally breathing a sigh of relief. When you look up, Reo's face is already there, glaring at you

“I wonder why I'm doing this” he says defeated, running a hand through his hair. You approach his desk, smiling victoriously "I don't know, President. But here I am" you say, clapping your hands, and he glares at you for a few more seconds before looking down, more focused on the papers on his desk "What are this?" you ask taking one, but he immediately takes it back “Didn't you say you'd be quiet?” he says a little nervously, but you shrug "I promised to stay quiet, not that I would stay still"

"The papers are for the festival. I'm starting to see how many hypothetical participants could be" he says a few minutes later, while you are lying on the sofa in his office. You sit up, walking back to his desk "Cool! Let's set off the fireworks!" you say throwing a pencil in the air, which you catch quickly. He relaxes his muscles, his gaze still fixed on the papers "They're already there. The principal has to order them, but they're on the list" he says giving you a small list, a paper that you can obviously read since he keeps others under his vision in an almost obsessive way, as if his life depended on them. The list has a lot of interesting things, things that if you stole together with Shidou and Charles would be even more fun: but saying it in front of Reo doesn't seem appropriate to you, at least now

"I was thinking... why the others members can't come in here?" you ask, placing the list on the desk, and Reo looks up for only a few seconds "It's a principal's rule. The office is mine, but only Kagaya and Nagi can enter it since they are my advisors" he says, but it seems like such a silly rule to you "It's stupid. I shouldn't be here either" you say raising an eyebrow, almost in a challenging tone "I know perfectly well. But now they told me that I'm the one who has to monitor you during your school hours. And if that means you staying here for a few hours, that's fine" he says in a more serious tone, but it's his seriousness that makes you laugh "When you talk seriously your eyebrows furrow" you say resting your elbows on the desk, your head resting on the back of your hand "Our president is so adored" you say teasing him, and he glares back at you "I can still kick you out of here" he says seriously, and seeing his eyebrows furrow again makes you think he's such a cutie

"It's a too harsh punishment for something so stupid. I paid you a compliment!" you say pointing at him, and he moves his chair back, leaving a little space between his body and the desk "Are you sure? And what could be a punishable gesture?" he asks tilting his head, perhaps a little exhausted by your behavior

You have an idea, one that Shidou advised you to do with a boy who didn't want to give you an umbrella while it was raining a few days ago. It's a bit risky, but in the end you did worse

You walk towards him, letting the space between his body and the desk be filled by your body, now with you on his lap "This. What do you think?"

Reo quickly processes the gesture, looking up only to be inches away from your smirking face as you hold yourself tightly with your hands on his shoulders "Are you crazy?" he asks stammering, his hands shaking and not knowing where to put themselves. You giggle, swaying a little "They've called me that a few times. But I don't particularly like it" you say, but because of your swinging you risk falling. You're about to fall out of the chair and his lap when his hands hold your hips, keeping you from falling, pushing you against him due to the drive to keep you up

You jump from the gesture, finding yourself practically with your face pressed against his chest, which you feel beating at impossible levels

But that's when the door opens, the soft click coming loud and clear to your ears. And his soft hands are still on you, tight and trembling

“Reo, I was wondering if for the festival you had-” says a voice you recognize, but it stops immediately: you look up only to notice Kagaya standing in the middle of the room, staring blankly and confusedly straight at you. And behind her the door, left open, gives some students the opportunity to peek in

You're definitely screwed this time.

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□ NERDY ✧･ﾟ:

♤ pairing: Tutor! (& student) Wonwoo and fem student!reader [he's a masters student while reader is in end of third year studying for her bachelor's degree, so both are at the legal age] [established relationship au!]

♤synopsis: just studying and then ranting to your nerdy boyfriend which takes quite a sweet "sweet" turn.

♤ warning: this is a smut fic by the way. mentions of explicit letters, dumb sex jokes (?) , oral (fem receiving, reader gets shy easily), shirtless wonwoo (honestly this needs a warning) , lots of smooching in different places🫶.

♤ word count: 2148 (I went overboard-) ♤ MASTERLIST

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A/N: This is my first ever smut I've written. I've been inactive asf due to a lotta things, college assignments, viva exams, studying and getting my shit together. Neither my mental health has been soo good. But anyways babyloves I'm back with this postt letting y'all know I'm alive~ love y'all. It is proofread but let me know if there's any mistake 🎀

Sitting on your messy bed with books and copies splayed around you, your eyes go through the words on the page of your book. Exams were around the corner, knocking on door like some unwanted alarm early in the morning. And to state it quite clearly, you were absolutely exhausted. Your boyfriend Wonwoo, who was also your tutor, was there to accompany you in your long study sessions. But in a way he was more like a study partner. He was studying for his masters degree while you were studying for your bachelors in third year. And you both were literature students. And at that very moment Wonwoo wasn't being helpful at all. He was dressed in casual wear, a simple black tee and grey sweatpants. Except his tee was gone a long while ago. He was now walking around in just grey sweatpants, absorbed in reading a book. You take glances every now. Your concentration gets disrupted while your mind gets a little too crowded with more inappropriate thoughts. And your reading material definitely made you question why you are even reading such scandalous things. You noted more points on your draft paper, almost done with the draft work. You let out an exhausted sigh and laid down on the bed as your back was giving out. Wonwoo was going back and forth walking in your room, looked up and asked with a soft smile laced on his lips “tired, love?”.

You stare at the ceiling, mouth slightly parted as a soft sigh leaves. You let yourself wrap in the softness of the bed. You were just, well, frustrated because of the exams and quite turned on by the sight of your studious boyfriend walking around, in your room, half naked. 

“Yeah Wonu I am…” you said you're a bit hoarse from staying quiet for too long.

“You seem quite exhausted. Something's on your mind?” he said as he sat beside you. You feel the mattress rise on the side of your head as he sits on the bed. 

“Yeah.. I'm just so exhausted but there's so much to cover… am I doing enough even?” you muttered, the self doubt reflecting very clearly through your words. 

“Take a break, you heard me. Take a break. Don't doubt yourself so much when you're this tired” 

“But..” 

“No buts,” 

“Any rants you got there while skimming through your reads?” he smirks knowing you must've had something on your mind, something itching your brains out. 

“My brain's blank. I want to sleep but I want to eat, there are just too many wars, too many criticisms and James Joyce was a freak in disguise!!” you exasperated. Wonwoo laughed out loud with you abruptly concluding something scandalous about the author. 

“Well, so was his wife Nora. I mean they were quite in love despite having this sort of letters written to each other and of course there were some problems in their relationship too” Wonwoo stated. 

“Yes of course in love and all but that's not the point. The point is the lecherous lewd letters they exchanged. I felt like I walked into a couple fucking like there's no tomorrow!? Like excuse me, please chill!?” you exclaimed. 

“I know I know” he chuckled while agreeing with you. You sit up beside him. Close to him, your back resting on the headboard of the bed. Your eyes take a quick glance at his bare abdomen. You looked at him, your lips pressed in a thin line. 

“They were freaky. Good for them for having such a raunchy sex life. Anyways I'm hungry.” you stated impassively. He let out a chortle.

“Hungry for what exactly?” his voice rasps clearly through the stillness of the room. You gasp dramatically reading right through the innuendo. 

“How impolite of you to ask me about something this suggestive so crudely” you say in a dramatic tone with a coy look on your face. Your silly dramatic antics were nothing new to him. 

“Oh really but I was just asking what exactly do you want to eat you know?” Wonwoo had a sly look on his face. 

“Oh my. Really? I want coffee and one chocolate pastry. I ain't hungry for your cock, I'm hungry for some real food instead.” you say while your gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips. 

“Well, being brazen with your words as always, hmm? your eyes say otherwise, love” his voice was softer than before. 

“Oh do they? Can't help it when my boyfriend decides to just stay half naked around me, walking in my room, so absorbed in the book”

“Does that turn you on or something?” he teases. 

“Using knowledge for seducing works for me if that's what you're asking. I mean having such an intelligent boyfriend is quite interesting”

He knew how you found knowledgeable people attractive. And he was one of them. And he was your boyfriend for a long time indeed, so he knew exactly what you were talking about. 

“So am I getting a coffee and pastry break? Would you treat me??” you ask. 

“Well sweetheart I certainly would treat you but I want something in return too” his gaze averted down on your lips which were apparently also coated with lip balm. A transparent one which made them look more nourished and glossy. 

“Aren't you being quite obvious about what you want Wonu” you tease. Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, arms touching, your head turned to the left. The distance between lips several centimeters apart. You turn to face him. A soft breath leaves your lips. His arm slides around your waist pulling you closer on his lap. His bare chest presses against your clothed one as you staddle and settle on his lap. 

“So what if I'm being obvious? I still want to feel your lips on mine” his voice was raspy, words cutting through the tension in the air between. You breathe sharply at the close proximity. 

“You may” I mutter. He smirks and presses his lips on yours in a searing kiss. His pink lips moved in a rhythm against your lips. His tongue darted against your lips tasting the cherry flavor on his tongue. The soft passionate kiss soon turned into a heated one. As your cloth covered body stays flushed against his bare chest his hand slowly makes its way to cup your boob over your tee. His big hand fondles your boob while his thumb rubs over your clothed nipple. A gasp leaves your lips. He makes it an opportunity to deepen the kiss with his tongue. The eagerness to want more in that kiss was maddening enough as you moan into the kiss. He pins you on the bed. Your back laid on the soft sheets of the bed, your cheek flushed as he broke the kiss enough for you both to take a breath. You try to catch your breath.The desire of craving more was tangible as you feel his warm breathing fanning on your flushed cheek.

“Wonu.. want more please” you murmured against his lips. His hand finds their way to your waist grabbing on the right side as he presses sloppy kisses along your jaw. He moves downwards pressing more sloppy kisses on your neck. A trembling sigh leaves your lips. His nose catches the lingering faint smell of your shampoo and body lotion. A scent which was very much ‘you’,soft and homely. 

“Mind if we take a little longer break? You've been studying for a long time now and fuck..I want you now baby” he mutters against the skin of your neck. 

“Please..” 

“Please what, love” he smiled softly. The heat rises in your cheeks. 

“Can you touch me more..?” you murmur to his ear. He nibbles on the skin on your neck, just near the pulse while his hand slipped under your tee slowly pushing it up exposing more of your skin. He lifts you up a little to take off the t-shirt of your body leaving you in your bra. 

“God you're so beautiful” he says under his breath, his eyes admiring your half naked form. The blood rushed through your cheeks and ears as you looked away shyly. 

“Eyes on me, baby”

His fingers held you by the chin, turning  your gaze back to him. The desire in between was palpable. The distance again shortens in between as your chest touches his bare one. He pressed a few bites and sucked on your neck and chest to leave prominent little marks. You felt the heat coursing through your body as he slowly slid his fingers underneath your shorts. He pressed up himself more in between your legs making you feel his evident hardness against your core. His breathing became a bit ragged, getting desperate to remove the restrictions between and eager to get even closer to you. With ease he slid his hand underneath your back and unclasped the bra. He removed your bra and threw it aside on the bed. His face became a bit flushed as he saw your half bare body exposed to him. Just for him. He leans down pressing a few wet kisses before pressing an open mouth kiss on your left nipple. Your breathing quickens as his hand slowly pulls down your shorts. Your fingers ran through his hair as he flicked his tongue on your nipple. His fingers quickly pull down the elastic band of your shorts and then your panties. He discarded those on the other side of the bed leaving you completely bare in front of him.

“Fuck you take my breath away..” He mutters as his gaze trails over your naked form. 

He left a trail of wet kisses while moving lower and lower when he finally settled himself right between your thighs close to your wet core. His hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs. He still had his glasses on, locking eyes with you. Your breathing was uneven, face flushed and with him looking right into your eyes didn't help the situation or the position you both were in either. 

“Yahh! Open your glasses or they'll break!” 

“Oh no sweetheart they stay on when I eat you out the way they always do” He had that smug grin on his which you really wanted to slap away if that was possible. 

He dove right in licking right through your wet folds making you gasp. You feel his wet tongue flicking and swirling at the entrance of your cunt. You moan as he pressed up more with his nose bumping on your clit. He wraps his lips on your clit. He lightly sucks on it while his tongue swirls around it. You squirm under his touch, your breathing grew heavier. He smirks and then pushes his tongue in your slick entrance making your toes curl. 

“Wonuu~ fuck-” you moan as he continue his motions knowing how sensitive you're feeling right now eager to get a release. You grasp his soft hair with your fingers pushing his head just a little more, just so he pushes you closer to the edge. 

“Oh- fuck~” You mewl. He continues his movements over your clit and then your entrance giving equal attention to both to stimulate you further. Your moans and grasping his hair was definitely not helping him. His pants felt uncomfortably tight given the fact he was turned on. He grinds a little on the bed as he continues his actions with his tongue on your cunt. You kept moaning and gasping under him as you felt getting closer to the edge. 

“Wonu I'm close~” I mutter softly followed by a gasp leaving your lips. You felt him moan against your wetness which was enough to push you to come undone. And you do with your body shuddering as he grips your thighs digging his fingers onto the flesh. He continues his actions with his tongue cleaning you up which follows with him coming. He moans against your cunt. 

“Wonuu- did you-” You asked feeling a little puzzled. He lifts his face, his chin glazed with the slick from eating you out.

“Well yeah I did baby I did come, untouched, I just couldn't help it” He sits up, still positioned in between your thighs as he pulls you by your thighs.You yelp softly as he does that. 

“You taste so good, love”

He hovers on top of you as he presses his wet lips on yours. You feel him smirk against your lips and you taste yourself too. His hand slides around your waist. I pull back just a little to mumble against his lips “you're cocky as hell too Jeon Wonwoo” I grin. “You love it anyways baby, and I'll get your treats after some time too ‘kay?” he mutters against your lips. “mmm okay” you say and smile softly. 

[hayateart]

Today in fanfiction I will never write - Moshang 'Kitchen Nightmares' AU

I am currently watching the new episodes of the Kitchen Nightmares and of course, this brought on an idea for a new Moshang AU I don't have the time to write

Shen Yuan, more known under the name of Shen Qingqiu, is a renowned chef with dozens of Michelin Star restaurants around the world [he's the Gordon Ramsey of this AU]. He recently renewed his Kitchen Nightmares show and is currently touring China and helping restaurants.

For the purposes of the show his SQQ persona is very strict and cold. It sels and his disdainful glare sends the female audience to their knees. In reality SY is a big softy with great passion for food.

The Ice Palace is a seafood restaurant in a medium-sized city by the shore. It used to be moderately successful until the owner died and it was taken over by his brother, Jun Linguang. Linguang thinks he is a great owner/manager, and it's everybody else around him who is running the business to the ground. Standard Kitchen Nightmares bullshit.

SY arrives at the restaurant and is greeted by Jun Linguang and his complaints about the incompetence of the staff, mean people writing mean reviews, unsophisticated pallete of the local clientele, you name it. When asked why he won't hire new staff, he says nobody wants to work these days.

Still, SY will not form an opinion on the restaurant until he tries the food. He orders a mishmash of the dishes. What he receives is... well, he is used to the dishes he tries in the failing restaurants to be awful, but this? The dishes are certainly bizzare, but the protein is cooked to perfection, and the sauces are smooth and rich in flavour. The problem is that nothing goes well together! This is somehow more frustrating than the food being bad! Clearly, there is someone in that kitchen with actual talent but still doing a shitty job!

It is time to meet the chef!

Shang Qinghua is just a guy. Well, he was just a guy who one day stumbled into the Ice Palace looking for a job to pay through his college. He started at dishwash hut as the staff kept leaving, he had to learn how to cook to help out on the line and keep the restaurant afloat until he made his way to the head chef. His college education long discarded and forgotten.

The thing is, he actually likes cooking, but he has to follow the owner's menu and is not allowed to make any changes. And it kills him because he knows how bad the diahes are. He knows he could do so much better if Jun Linguang just gave him some freedom! Since he's not allowed any, he suffers abuse from customers who complain his dishes are shit, including his pwn parents who came to see for what he discarded his education for.

He would leave. He should leave. He would find a better job if he only tried. But... the previous owner's son? Jun Mobei? Who is stuck as a server until his uncle sees him worthy to take over family business? That Mobei? Well, Qinghua can't leave him at the restaurant to face his uncle's abuse alone! Linguang is not a nice person to his employees, but he is even worse to his nephew. Most of the staff can breathe easier when Mobei is around because then Linguang focuses his attention on him.

Not Shang Qinghua. Shang Qinghua hates seeing Mobei verbally and emotionally abused by his uncle, but every time he tries to step in, things turn out even worse for Mobei. Linguang hates people disobeying him, and he would have fired SQH for his transgressions. However, Mobei protects the chef by directing his uncle's attention back on himself.

Anyway, SY meets Shang Qinghua. He shouts at him for the bizarre menu, weird combination choices, and the wasted potential he can see clearly in the head chef. SQH pretty used to the verbal abuse takes it all well, all things considered. Only cries for about 10 mins while begging SY to fix the restaurant. It's a family business, and it means co much to Mobei! They can't lose it!

Whi the heck is Mobei? SY wonders, but does not comment. Instead, he orders SQH to order something for him, to wow him with his culinary prowess.

And Shang Qinghua does! He prepares the best dish SY tasted during the entire program. Probably during his entire career! Definitely better than even SY himself can prepare. He loaths to admit, but SQH is amazing in the kitchen.

The kitchen itself is spotless and runs like a wrll oiled machine. The dining room and equipment are a little outdated and could use an update, but it's not all terrible. It is clear the problem is the owner who makes bad business decisions and scares/stresses the staff.

SY finally meets Mobei, when it is time to see how the restaurant runs on a normal day. It's not very busy but Mobei, only a server controls the dining room and the front of the house, the same way SQH keeps the kitchen running smoothly. Whenever his uncle is not there to interfere, that is.

SY finds out the restaurant used to belong to Mobei's father, who opened it for his mother. She was very fond of seafood. Mobei does not say it openly, but it is clear he will not leave the business to crumble under his uncle's careless management.

SY needs to make a decision here. The objective of his show is to help failing restaurants. The only reason this one is in danger is the owner. He could poach SQH for one of his restaurants, seeing how talented he is. Hell, he could even hire Mobei as the manager if that would make the head chef happy. But they both made it clear they would not leave the restaurant, no matter the reason, or the money.

It is time to conclude the show. SY does what SQQ is expected to do. Updates the menu, renovates the kitchen and dining room, and leaves Linguang with a set of strict instructions and a warning that if he does not follow the restaurant will close with even more debt than he already is in.

When the TV crew leaves, however, SY makes Linguang an offer he cannot refuse. The restaurant is in debt. SY will buy it off of Linguang, debt and all included plus profit for Linguang. He's rich, he can afford it. After Linguang leaves happy, SY promotes Mobei to manager immediately, with significant pay rise. Once Mobei can afford the mortage, SY will let him buy the restaurant off for himself. Even though he would be happy to keep it, Qinghua included.

With the weight lifted off his shoulders, no uncle looming dangerously over his shoulder, destroying everything Mobei cares about Mobei finally has the courage to ask SQH out. Also, SQH can finally take a day off, since he doesn't have to worry about Linguang abusing his nephew! First one in three years! [He caught the flu one winter and was off for a week.]

BONUS: LBH is a head chef in one of SQQ's retaurant. He was brought in for help designing the new menu. LBH and SQH bond over their similar background, only LBH was lucky to start off in SQQ's restaurant.

BONUS 2: Mobei learned how to run the dining room and front of the house from SQH. Not only from observing him but also by reluctantly asking him questions SQH was happy to answer.

BONUS 3: SQH saw himself in Mobei, alone and disliked by his own family except while SQH's patents were simply inattentive Mobei's uncle openly abused him. Qinghua refused to leave Mobei without an ally because he knew how badly he himself needed someone on his side. Mobei must have needed someone even more.

[fatherfvcker2000]

Professor! Silco AU pt. 2

(because you liked previous part and i like writing headcanons)

(i am progressively getting more random)

students who tried to cheat because they had thought silco can't see well are FUCKED.

half of the students failed his class (nothing surprising)

always dressed sharp

probably talks shit about other professors if students push him into talking during lectures

silco using presentations during lectures? no way

talks so fast pleople can barely keep up taking notes

if he catches you smoking in the toilets at the uni he would just walk out and pretend he didn't see anything

he would probably do the same if he didn't have his office

sometimes smokes outside with students (just stands there far enough from everyone, sometimes someone would ask him what would be on upcoming test or sth like this)

if you ask him for light (nobody does that) he surprisingly would give you his fancy lighter saying something like "at least you don't use vapes or whatever you call that thing"

when one student tried to bribe him with cigars, at the next lecture he gave the whole year a talk about how bribery works in other fields of life but not at the uni and ended it with "next time choose a better brand"

probably owns black plymouth roadrunner or some shitty worn up dad car. nothing in between.

has worn up leather briefcase (with a lot of papers and his drinking flask inside, and one pouch is glued with melted candy (ofc jinx's) that silco is unable to clean (shit is hard as rock and sticky as hell))

had to bring powder to work once and she was sitting at his desk and drawing the whole lecture

students were shocked that he has a kid like "there is a woman who wanted HIM? AND wanted to have a child with him?"

doesn't eat at the school cafeteria because he dislikes piltovan food

also he lives off cigarettes

sometimes smokes cigars but only when he wants to relax (his salary is not that good to afford expensive cigars everyday)

silco is that kind of guy that after drinking gets political (me too.)

i think that in his free time he would be into learning about deep sea creatures (maybe even owns fish tank (would love to have a few pyranhas but jinx... you know jinx. so he has bristlenose algae eaters (the emo ones)))

[a-mx-writer]

The thing is! Fanfiction has the hugely convenient advantage of not having to do worldbuilding or characterisation.

It's all already there. I don't need to tell my readers that Leo Valdez copes with his trauma by using humour and trying to be the funny guy everyone likes, or that Azula enjoys being in control and falls apart when she's faced with the destruction of her world view, or that Julian Bashir has deep-seated family issues that he has bottled up and that inform his entire personality in many areas.

They know.

I only have to worldbuild or characterise where I deviate from canon. Meaning, I can write an enemies to lovers story where I start straight at the enemies part and focus only on the becoming lovers part. I don't have to explain why they're enemies, or even if it's a AU where they're enemies for a different reason (i.e. Modern AU No Powers Highschool AU and the villain is a bully instead of a murderer), I only have to explain the change, not their personalities, the way they insult each other and banter, etc.

This doesn't work for original fiction.

You have to explain all that stuff to the reader. You have to give them an understanding of who the characters are, what their relationships are, what their motivations are, strengths, flaws, problems, goals, personalities.

And when you're not used to doing that, because it's always been done for you by the original author… then you end up with sentences like:

"My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I am a vampire."

Or whatever the first sentence of My Immortal is.

In other words, if you try to characterise and describe for the first time, you end up literally explaining stuff to the reader. Awkward, clumsy sentences that are very obviously there for the sole purpose of giving the reader information the author was unable to convey in other ways. The very reason the often-misapplied adage "show, don't tell" remains so pervasive.

And this applies to OC fiction too, and may be part of why it has such a bad reputation: when you create an original character, you don't have the benefit of the original author masticating characterisation into your baby bird mouth. You have to create that character from whole cloth, and to be honest? That's pretty hard!

(I'm using "OC fiction" as a genre name here, not literally, because literally, every random person you ever made up for a fic is an original character. The dead body whose name and mother are mentioned in two sentences in chapter 23 of my fic is an original character. But that's not what people mean when they talk about OC fics.)

And to be honest? I couldn't tell you how to do it. I've never successfully written original fiction. But that whole thing is the problem with "that fic is sooo good, you should rewrite it with different names and publish it!" (which is a genuine message I got from someone I showed my fic to).

fanfiction that has been converted into original fiction really gives a bad sample of fanfiction

because, like, it can't have been that good fanfiction in the first place if you could just take out the names and make it a new thing

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[krysmcscience]

Saw this post and couldn't resist because,

1.) @tesscourtes' human!Bill is a lil cutie-patootie menace that I very badly wanted to draw, and,

2.) I have a - M I G H T Y - N E E D - for any version of human!Bill to find any way he possibly can to annoy Ford a whole lot :D

Also, 3.) I like to headcanon that Bill's knowledge in The Sciences is mostly limited to 'Ways I Can Make A Really Cool Doomsday Portal', and everything else he knows is just a slapdash mix of the stuff he remembers from whatever schooling he went through on Euclydia, a whole awful lot of lucky guesses (which he WILL gaslight you about if you tell him he's wrong), and - naturally - conning all the rest of the answers he needs out of any more educated saps who are unfortunate enough to be around him at the time (answers which he will then proceed to take credit for), so as far as I'm concerned, this "outfit" is perfect for him.

Ignore the shitty backgrounds, I am sick to death of doing backgrounds, I just want to draw goofy shenanigans, okay???

[amanitacurses]

Reference!

Bonus:

[theokusgallery]

Hiiii I saw you say you have Notes on your Remus and Janus designs 👀👀?

Could we see/hear some tidbits?

FOR SURE !! Here's what the original doodles for their designs look like, first off, (I know you didn't ask for Virgil but I did these three at the same time)

When I drew this I had just finished an exam and had to wait another hour until I could leave the classroom, so I wrote down enough notes that I had to flip the page instead:

Virgil:

- Virgil has light brown hair that he dyes black (badly). It is essential that the dye job look like shit. It looks artificial, his roots are showing, there's patches where the color didn't take, etc etc.

- He also has blue eyes, which I decided on mostly because it makes it even more clear that his hair isn't naturally black.

- He wears earrings, but his ears aren't actually pierced — they're fake little little clip-on things.

- He wears black nail polish at all times, but it's always chipped because he gets the cheapest stuff he can get his hands on.

- His hair (especially his bangs) get very long at times because he gets too socially anxious to go to the hairdresser. Back in middle school, he used to have Janus cut them for him (Remus could have done a better job but trusting him with scissors would have been a mistake). Now he mostly cuts it off by himself — it looks about as good as his dye job.

- Virgil's purple hoodie is a leftover from Remus' fashion design endeavors that Remus thought didn't look weird enough.

Janus:

- He has naturally strawberry blonde hair. The length is very important to him — he started growing it towards the end of middle school. (He allows Remus to experiment with hairdos sometimes as long as he doesn't cut anything off. I need to draw that sometime)

- I'm not entirely settled on his eye color. I know at least one of his eyes is a very pretty brown, but I have half a mind to give him a yellow glass eye for his left side — I'm not sure it'd make any logistic sense for his situation, though

- He got his ears actually pierced when he was 16.

- He also may or may not have a forked tongue. Not sure how I'd ever be able to show that off — but if he does have one, then Remus definitely was the one to encourage him to do it.

- His fashion style was definitely influenced by being around Remus (who may have used him as a mannequin/dummy because he's small.) so much. Remus also attempted to make clothes for him, but Janus is very fancy and picky, so he doesn't wear those clothes very often (though he might accessorize with stuff Remus made for him occasionally).

Remus:

- He has naturally very dark hair. He uses temporary/surface level dyes a lot, but if he's using permanent or semi-permanent dyes, he's usually limiting himself to the grey streak — it's kind of a sample strand, since it's already bleached. He 100% copied his hairstyle from Roman's.

- He (and Roman, of course) has greenish blue eyes.

- Janus paid for him to get his ears (and eyebrows) professionally pierced because otherwise he was just going to do it himself with a sewing needle.

- He has a lot of very shitty stick-and-poke tattoos he made/makes on himself. They're almost always hidden by his outfits.

- Speaking of which, Remus makes most of his outfits costumes himself. The quality of the work may vary, but they are always way too over-the-top for casual wear, because he stands out anyway, so... in for a penny, right. (As I said in the tags of a post: he is very creative and has no shame or social anxiety at all, so he had his whole aesthetic ("overdramatic green") figured out by the time he was 13)

- He also has SH scars, but, again — they're hidden by his outfits 99% of the time. He's a slut who never shows an inch of skin

[lucradiss]

Existing in more than one fandom space is like having more than one group of friends but both of them being so wildly different that any overlap at all would be like getting shot in the head

[ahollowgrave]

I've never done OCxKiss but I had so much fun seeing people do it last year!! Doing these mistletoe kisses though is kind of depleting my posing bar but also it's not until February anyway but also maybe I'll do febhyurary if that is happening this year but also I could probably manage a few oc smooches but also who and how would I ask??

Is it like asking people to prom? Do I do a promposal?

(jokes i will just ask for bones if i plan to do it.... but also.... promposal to ask my friends for their ocs for smooching..... would be... very cute....)

[cluescorner]

I gave myself a writing challenge and I am fascinated by it

So basically I put the robins in a randomizer to give them a new order/role (because I just...kinda wanted to see what would happen + I like role-reversal AUs) and got results that are giving me a fucking brain blast.

Stephanie, the first sidekick who defines the role

Tim, the sidekick who dies and comes back wrong

Dick, the sidekick who saves Batman from himself

Damian, the sidekick who was never supposed to be a sidekick but would go on to prove everyone wrong

Jason, the youngest sidekick who is still the Kid Wonder

...So this is fucking wild. I've got some ideas and several of these fit perfectly (Dick's role is pretty similar to his one in canon), but some of these are fucking INCREDIBLE to explore (Steph being the first Robin is something I never even considered but tbh I kinda love it).

I probably won't write a fic or anything because tbh I don't like publishing my writing that much, but I might expand this into a full AU and post about it. I might randomize other stuff too (ie, stuff that I cannot change vs stuff that I cannot keep the same) but this fucking rules as a starting point.

[gloriousmonsters]

trying to work up to writing on wrapped in stories in the next few days and found a fragment i'd forgot i'd written of SMS's pov set during the already posted chapters. think I was toying with the idea of writing a SMS-pov fic after the main storyline was done, which means that if I do use it it'll be a whiiiile yet. anyway i don't want to wait that long to wave it around so here it is

Xue Yang, in the other room, is clearly telling a story. A cup clinks. Meng Shi hums through a mouthful of liquid, coughs a little. Su Minshan can't recall the last time he's seen Meng Yao prepare her medicine, or sit with her while she takes it. He's attentive to her in many other ways, but Xue Yang guards the duties he's chosen with jealous zeal, as if it's a privilege to measure out bitter herbs and boiling water. Perhaps it is. Su Minshan is well acquainted with the fulfillment of service. It's just nothing he'd ever imagined Xue Yang taking pleasure in. Xue Yang had always been impatient with wounds, disgusted by weakness, in himself and others. This is utterly unlike him, Su Minshan thinks, and then unbidden an image blooms in his mind; a memory from a vanished time. A young, hollow-eyed man hunched over a Spirit-Trapping Pouch. Daozhang, he croons to it, unaware of Su Minshan's presence, his tender tone a stark contrast to the mocking way he'd spoken of its contents only earlier that day. I'm sorry, look, I can say that, so why can't you forgive me? Everything's still waiting for you—I'm taking care of your body, it's as good as new, and the house is clean for once, even though A-Qing won't do shit to help… Just forget about that shitty day, okay? And Su Minshan, taking back his step forward to bring him out of Xue Yang's line of sight, had thought a few things one after the other. That Xue Yang has gone mad; that in doing so he seems to have finally aged, a man—however young—instead of the cute little brat with no human feeling; that it seems he'd been in love. How, he didn't hazard to guess, or whether Xue Yang would ever use such words. But Su Minshan had understood, finally, how Xue Yang had fallen off the edge of the world for a while. How he'd been content in a ramshackle house with the blinded half-helpless immortal who'd fallen so hard to earth. So, perhaps this life is merely coaxing a cracked and half-frozen bud into full bloom. In Xue Yang's laughing, cruel affection there had existed a faint impulse to care, and in this life where he'd been sheltered and fed and treated as human the impulse had grown to a cornerstone of his character, mostly without Su Minshan's notice. He's vexed at himself for not observing it sooner; Xue Yang seems to have fallen in love with Jiang Yanli half because the girl is ill and politely, nobly suffers about it. If Su Minshan had understood in time, he could have searched the beggars' camps for some pretty youth with a missing leg and a less dangerous pedigree to throw in Xue Yang's path.

[somerandomcryptid]

@calamari-minecraft-corner @cleofast300

You run into a conversation that you don't think you were supposed to hear....

Wilbur's frantic excited rambling to the snake hybrid cuts off as he notices you. His smile doesn't reach his eyes when he addresses you. He seems almost.... Annoyed at your presence. Yet keeping the overly friendly tone.

Hmmm why don't you take the reigns on this one? Do whatever you please, and I shall tell you how it goes. Don't worry about messing things up. Their code is not hard to replicate.

[wings-of-flying]

so uhm. first paragraph of a riptide fairytale au oneshot series i'm potentially doing. this one's snow white inspired:

Once upon a time, in the faraway kingdom of Luneya, there lived a prince with skin as blue as the waves, hair as green as malachite, and a list of titles as long as the tallest tower was high. And Chip was going to kill him.