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[ivystoryweaver]

IvyStoryWeaver's 1st Fic-iversary

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🎉 I posted my first Tumblr fic/first Moon Knight fic With You on May 29, 2023!

📚 Since then, I've posted 60 stories involving over 120 different chapters/individual posts, a few Moodboards, and Oscar Isaac Characters Valentines

💞 I have the most fun moots and lovely followers and I gotta celebrate with you!

📥 SEND ME REQUESTS! Unlike for my 1000 Follower/Holiday Celebration, I am taking regular, real, full requests - anything you like!

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❓What’s your favorite story? Tell me! (Masterlist)

📖 Send me requests about your fave stories! And questions about where any of my fic characters are now. I would love to tell you about:

How is Marc doing with his sobriety after With You? or how is Jake adjusting to being out of the shadows? (Or how were they before the story?)

Questions about Poe and Elia from The Only One

Or Jake and the mob boss’ daughter from 3 Times fic

How about ghost!reader and the boys in Spectre

How are Marc/Steven and their kiddos Elle & Max from Eight Nights doing?

Or did you like Lockley, Grant and Jakob better in What a Mother Can Be?

How's life for Steven after Steven Grant Oblivious Roommate Headcanons

Or Miguel after (or before!) Decadent

Let's not forget Perfect Fit Nathan and Nate (part 2 is almost done, I promise!)

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🎮 - games - "Would You Rather?" "FMK" etc 🤍- get-to-know-you questions here or Top 3's here

OR just shout into my Askbox

Scroll to the bottom of this post for prompt ideas

All of you have made this the most fun year in a long time. Thank you!

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[campingwiththecharmings]

Congratulations on your fic-iversary! That's amazing!

Could I request “hey, only i can call them that!” with jake or santi or even miguel

Thank youuuu!

Playing with Fire

AN: Thanks so much for sending this in, I'm so sorry it took so long! I implemented this prompt differently than I normally would—instead of using the dialogue in the fic, I just used the idea of someone calling you by a nickname Jake has for you. Hope that’s okay! Thank you again to @moonknightly for coming up with the title for this. 💗

This is my first time writing Jake, please be kind 🙏

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,168 Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader (written with a f!reader in mind, but i'm pretty sure this can be read as GN. please let me know if that's incorrect!) Warnings: jealous/possessive!Jake, public sex (non-penetrative), frottage/grinding, thigh riding, please forgive any bad Spanish translations, i did try to do some research but i am not a native speaker 😟 AO3

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Jake leans against the side of his car, the metal hot against his back even through his clothes. It’s unseasonably warm today, the sun beating down as he waits patiently for your shift to end. He’d ditched his jacket ages ago, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows not long after. Nevertheless, he still feels like he’s standing in an oven. Jake sighs, lips pressing into a hard line as he pulls his cap low enough over his eyes to block out the sun. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, turning his wrist a little to check his watch. 

You’re late.

This isn’t uncommon, and normally he’d have no problem waiting as long as you needed him to but, today the heat might just be too much. Just as he’s about to barge in and demand that they let you go, you push through the main doors, laughing brightly. Jake’s body relaxes at the sight of you, his chest warming at the smile on your face.

Until he notices there’s someone beside you. 

Your co-worker, Miles. 

Jake scowls, muttering under his breath. He hates Miles. He’s too nice, too respectful…too good-looking. What he wouldn’t give to punch that cabrón in his annoyingly symmetrical face. He’s made you aware of his feelings, told you he doesn’t like how friendly he is with you, but you always just laugh, brushing him off by telling him he has nothing to worry about (“He’s married, Jake. Happily married.”).

He trusts you, no question about it. He knows you love him, knows that you’d never stray, never seek affection or attention elsewhere, but Jake also knows how men can be (even married men) and he doesn’t trust this one as far as he can throw him.

Miles makes you laugh again, your head thrown back, the graceful line of your neck on display. Jake’s jaw clenches.

“See you, Sunshine!” Miles chuckles, winking and waving as he walks in the opposite direction. 

Jake’s eyes narrow at the nickname, his blood burning almost as much as the sun on the back of his neck.

Sunshine.

Only Jake was allowed to call you that. 

Perhaps he needs to remind you who you belong to. His scowl morphs into a smirk at the thought.

Your whole face lights up when you see him and the sight quells some of his aggravation.

It doesn’t mean he isn’t going to still teach you a lesson though. 

You throw your arms around his neck when you reach him, pulling him into a kiss with a soft little hum. He happily kisses you back, his arms winding around your waist, hands settling possessively on your ass. Jake digs his fingers into your cheeks through your clothes, gently pulling your hips against his. You make a surprised noise before going slightly limp in his arms, returning his affection. He deepens the kiss, licking into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. Your body is flush with his now, utterly pliant in his arms.

Without warning, Jake spins you around, his mouth swallowing your surprised gasp as he presses you against the side of his car. He ruts against your thigh, slotting his own between your legs, and you moan softly at the pressure. You cant your hips, grinding against his thigh, your breath hitching as the action sends a shiver of pleasure through you. When you finally break a moment later, you’re panting, eyes a little glassy with lust. 

“Not that I’m complaining but, what—” 

“I missed you, mi sol,” he breathes, his voice low and raspy in that way he knows you like.

He watches with satisfaction as you swallow hard, fingers clenched in the folds of his white dress shirt.  

“Looks like you missed me too, hmm?” he whispers, his hands falling to cup your hips as you unconsciously rut against his thigh. 

You pull your lip between your teeth, eyelashes fluttering slightly as you nod. Jake leans in, nuzzling your nose, his lips hovering over yours. A whimper escapes you when you grind down a little harder, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He knows you shouldn’t be doing this here, he’s sure you know that too, but at the moment, he doesn’t care, almost hopes someone you know will see, see that you are his. 

Jake kisses you again, slow and a little sloppy, rutting his half-hard cock against your thigh. Your lips are slippery against his, your mouth hot and oh so sweet. You groan into each other's mouths as you lazily grind against one another, Jake’s hands pushing and pulling your hips, helping you drag yourself over his thigh. He presses his forehead against yours when you break for air again, your fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck as you softly sigh his name. 

“¿Quieres acabar así, mi sol?” he breathes, panting slightly against your cheek. 

Your whimpered “yes” sends a jolt of pleasure through him, one that almost makes him come on the spot. Jake hums, dragging his tongue over his lips as he watches you writhe. You’re so gorgeous like this, lost in your pleasure, lost in him. Still, he hasn’t forgotten why he started this in the first place, that you still have a lesson to learn. Your breath hitches as you near your peak, your body tensing in anticipation of the pleasure that’s about to crest. 

Suddenly, Jake’s grip on your hips tightens, enough to halt your movement, his leg dropping a bit as he presses you harder against the car. You gasp, whining at the loss of friction between your legs. 

“Then maybe you shouldn’t let other men call you what I call you,” he growls, mouth hovering over yours. 

Your eyes widen a little at his words, a slight panic filling them when he starts to pull away. You grab his shirt, holding him tightly against you. 

“Jake, please,” you plead, chest heaving a little. “He only called me that because I told him you did, and he thought it was sweet.” 

He scoffs, unimpressed.

After a moment, you smile, taking his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing gently against his clenched jaw.  

“I’m yours, Jake. Wholly and completely.” 

He grunts, trying in vain to avoid your gaze. He knows he’s ultimately gonna cave (he always does when it comes to you).  

You’re his, yes, but he is also yours. 

You kiss him and that’s all it takes, his body melting against yours in defeat. His thigh returns to its earlier position between your legs, and you moan softly at the delicious pressure. Not long after, he has you writhing again, swallowing your whines and moans as he makes you come apart against the side of his car.  

(And if, maybe, you later return the favor by letting him come down your throat, his hand buried in your hair, your name spilling breathlessly from between his lips, well, Jake thinks that’s only fair).

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[usmsgutterson]

I want a love like the movies- give me a trope/character dynamic from this list, a song (or a specific lyric from a song that you want me to base it off of, or even a poem, anything that is seen as art is acceptable here) and a time of day. I’ll use that to write a fic with a minimum of 1k words. 

kaz brekker with 29 (from the list) anddddd almost by hozier?? idk first song to pop into my head haha

Love- K.B x gn! reader

okay, this is the last of your requests and it's coming out on my official two year fic-iversary! I posted my first ever fic on maliciousbrekker two years ago to the day, and it's been a wonderfully wild ride in things ever since! No regrets with anything I've done here, honestly!

As for requests generally speaking, the goal is to have at least one more coming out over the weekend! My two year anniversary requests are taking precedent right now because I've been demotivated and haven't posted many of them, but after the two year anniversary requests are done, I'll go through my inbox and decide what I want to write vs what I don't and then I'll proceed and hopefully my requests will be open again by the date in my bio!

The prompt you chose was: reader/writer

Fic type- this is fluff!

Warnings-Kaz is probably a little ooc

"You and your books," Kaz observed as he came into your place. You lived in a flat not too far from the Barrel, one that was simultaneously within walking distance of the Crow Club and the Slat as well as Wylan and Jespers place.

You'd bought it to own it with a portion of your money from the ice court, spruced it up to your liking and saved a room to turn into a library. Bookshelves lined the walls, covered in every book you owned and organized to your preference.

You'd bought a desk for Kaz to use, and within it were countless heist plans, countless letters to Nina, Matthias, and Inej, and even a couple of the journals that Kaz had bought two years before but had only begun using in the weeks after the Ice Court job had been completed.

"I have my books and you have your heists, love," you said, shrugging as Kaz sat at the opposite end of the velvety couch you'd kept in the sitting room. "Everyone has their vices."

"How is it?" Kaz asked. You jabbed at each other for your hobbies occasionally, poked fun and delighted in the sounds of scoffs that eventually turned into barely amused laughter, but in the end, you cared about the other persons hobbies, too.

No matter how much you may have poked fun at Kaz and his love for unlined leatherback journals, for the expensive ink he purchased from a Fabrikator near the heart of the city, you always bought him the ink when you noticed he was running low before he did.

You bought him new leather journals when you saw one that he might've liked in a windowsil and bought him ones engraved as a gift on his birthday or during the holidays.

And, in turn, Kaz did the same. He bought you books from the authors you loved whenever he'd heard that a new one was releasing, took your most beloved books to a book binder when the covers were wearing out and the spines needed re-gluing.

He asked how you liked the books you were reading when he noticed you were reading a different one, bought you the books that your eyes lingered on whenever you'd see something in a bookshop window.

"It's good," you said. "How're the heist plans coming?"

"Decently enough," he responded. "A hundred thousand kruge per person on a seven person crew, if you're in?"

You grinned as you closed your book, looking at the cover for a moment.

"How convenient it is that you ask me to join you on a heist when the book I'm reading involves one."

"Is that your way of saying yes?"

You shot him a look, and he nodded. "Yeah. It's your way of saying yes."

You watched him stand, heading for your office, a pen, and one of his journals.

"Love you!" You called after him. You heard Kaz's amused laughter in response and smiled to yourself.

He didn't need to say it back for you to know he loved you in turn. If anything, he'd likely be the one to turn down the lamps and blow out the low-burning candles when he was done planning the heist he'd asked you in on.

He'd be the one to find you with a book in your lap, having told yourself "just one more chapter" even as your eyes were drooping and sleep was on its way

[radiantlyrey]

Like. Looking back over this list of things I want to accomplish, it's Very Obvious I am neck deep in TRON nonsense (TRONsense, if you will) at this moment in time. OH WELL. It's also obvious that I am being Extremely Optimistic about my writing abilities, but that's neither here nor there.... <__<

Just for example, here is what I want to do in the rest of June and also July:

Rest of June: - finish up the sequel to The Same, and Yet Different - edit/revise Aftershocks (aka TRON/Pacific Rim Crossover #1) - edit/revise The Outpost Chapter 14 - continue plotting out The Face in the Mirror (aka TRON Horror Fic) - brainstorm / begin prompt responses for TRON-iversary week on the TRON Discord

July: - finalize edits on Aftershocks and Outpost Chapter 14 - update The Outpost on AO3 with Chapter 14 on July 9 - post Aftershocks on AO3 on July 12 - edit/revise TSaYD sequel and post to AO3 when ready - finalize plots and plans for Face in the MIrror - try to finish Reel Recover Repeat (TRON/PacRim #2) - try to finish The Outpost Chapter 16, Scene 5

So...... yeah that's A Lot. Here's hoping I can get at least some of it done???

Trying to figure out my writing plans for the next few months and… it’s very much an “Oops! All TRON Fics!!” sort of situation I’m finding myself in………..

[captain-apostrophe]

Uhhhh is this where you ask for 650 words prompts? I'm sorrg I don't have tumblr I'm trying to figure it out. If this is wrong pls ignore me. As for the prompt jc/nhs or nmj/cj or nmj/lxc cottagecore setting (or similar) would be really jnteresting if they're soulmates but one of them is a ghost (who is maybe haunting somewhere bc secretly they're really romantic andupset over seemingly not having a soulmate) I know this is maybe abit of a crazy idea but it sounded nice in my head 😅

I don't know if I got this exactly as you might have intended, but I hope that you like it anyway, anon! And for the record yes, this is exactly where you ask for the 650-word prompts. Thanks for reading, anon! <3

(also on ao3, if you prefer to read there)

[Gen; NieLan; Cottagecore; Ghosts; Soulmates]

- Liebing -

The man who moved into Liebing's house was... unexpected. He was big - tall and broad, almost too big for the cottage - and scowling, with a neat mustache and his head partially shaved in some curious modern style. Liebing watched him duck through the kitchen doorway to deliver a box that was, helpfully, marked 'KITCHEN' on the side. The man's sleeves were pushed up and his arms were impressively muscled. Liebing watched shamelessly. It had been a long time since he'd had somebody so pretty to look at.

When he had company, the man was gruff. There was a brother who called the man dage, who met the man's grumpiness with teasing and laughter. Another, who also called the man dage but didn't look like a relative, who smiled enigmatically when the man frowned at him. Strangers called him sir and ran when he glared.

On his own, though, the man was sweet. He hummed tunelessly as he worked. Liebing watched from his shelf as the man learned to make bread (it took a few attempts but he seemed to enjoy kneading the dough, so it was never a total loss), as he seasoned a cast iron pan, as he set up a homemade spice rack and added to it each grocery run. Liebing watched his cooking experiments and delighted in seeing the expressions on the man's face when he tasted each meal.

And through the kitchen window Liebing could see the yard: he could see the man weeding the overgrown garden, fixing and repainting the rickety fence, chopping and stacking firewood. He watched the man offer scraps to a huge feral cat that more often than not clawed him for his trouble... but it came back more and more, scratched him less and less.

One day the man convinced the cat to let him shut it in a towel-lined box and take it away in his car. When they came back it had a collar and sometimes after that it came into the house. Liebing worried that it would jump up on his shelf, knock him down and break him, but the cat quickly became a spoiled, lazy thing. It liked to sprawl across the table and sleep there, no matter how many times the man chased it away.

The man sometimes came to look at the things on Liebing's shelf, the old things that belonged not to the owner but to the house, but it wasn't until he'd lived there for a year (Liebing watched the seasons change, through the window) that he actually touched any of it to do anything other than dust.

If Liebing had been capable of breath he would have held it, when the man picked him up from the shelf. Most people wouldn't go further than that, than turning him over curiously a few times before placing him back. But maybe, maybe...

The man hesitated, then laughed at himself, then placed Liebing against his lips and blew. The note that sounded was clear and beautiful and perfect. The unravelling of the spell felt like surfacing from deep underwater, rushing upwards toward light and warmth and air, and before the note ended he was free.

Xichen, no longer Liebing, returned to his body with the man's hands on his cheeks and the man's lips pressed against his lips. Magic tingled between them, making them both gasp, pulling them momentarily closer together - and then the man stumbled back and stared at him.

"Thank you," Xichen said, "and I'm sorry - I didn't mean to steal that kiss."

The man's eyes rolled back and he dropped in a quite dramatic faint.

Xichen sighed, and stepped around the man to offer his hand to the cat to sniff.

"I hope he won't hold that against me," he said.

The cat purred loudly in response; at least he would have company while he waited for his soulmate to wake up.

(and yes, the cat's name is of course Baxia)

[himikochan]

Costume Historian Weighing In

Hello my dudes I am drunk and I’m sharing costume history facts for fandom reasons

I see a lot of people referring to men’s shirts as chemises in Witcher Fics which isn’t exactly wrong but isn’t the most precise word you can use!!!

So Maybe I’ll Make A Whole Post About It but the Witcher Netflix really follows a lot of trends in Tudor-era fashion!!! 

At the time, most of what we’d call shirts (as in, garments that were closest to the body and covered the chest and arms) were broadly referred to as shirts or smocks! They tended to be much longer than a modern shirt for men and women- they would go to mid-thigh or knee length and were usually tucked in between your legs (since what we call underwear wasn’t really a thing yet)

Commonly they laced at the neck or had a single hook/eye or button to close them! They did not have a modern buttoning placket or extensive lacing up the front and frequently had a little gusset sewn into the neck or underarm to increase your range of movement (pretty much all the pieces of a shirt were some kind of rectangle- front, back, collar/cuffs, gussets, and ruffles if you had one) 

In many places, embroidery was a very very common decoration on a shirt! Typically motifs down the outside of the sleeve, collars/cuffs, and on the breast/chest of the front were desired! Embroidery along the bottom hem was less common. Black was a highly desirable color for embroidery- so desirable that there’s a whole school of embroidery motifs specifically for doing in black called “blackwork”- though red, gold, and other colors were sometimes used! Shirts were also embroidered in other places to decorate/close a hole in the fabric to extend the life of the garment!!!!

There are rarely hard and fast rules for historical clothing words: chemises TENDED to refer to women’s garments of this type, shirts TENDED to refer to men’s, and smocks could be use for either! But also I understand people using the word chemise to call to mind some kind of older shirt!!

Below I’ve included a page from the Tudor Tailor where you can see a few different variations of smocks!!!!

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It’s my work-iversary tonight so stay tuned for me wearing a gown I plucked from the trash and drinking an entire bottle of champagne and cursing capitalism and art!!!

If you’d like to hear the rantings of a verifiable costume historian/designer/technician— send me a DM or whatever and I’ll respond to all your questions/prompts!!!

[megalodont]

Can I get a uhhhh number one with ChengXuan? <3

heck yes you can! one chengxuan The Mummy (1999) au coming right up! (from cap’s fic-iversary prompt list) ~ “It’s another bird,” Wanyin called down from his precarious perch. He was balanced on the narrow ledge above an ornate tomb entrance, torch gripped in one hand and the other clinging to crack in the stone. “Well that narrows it down,” Zixuan grumbled. “What kind of bird?”  “Do I look like an ornithologist to you? It’s a bird! It’s half rubbed off anyway.” Zixuan pinched his brow. “Any identifying characteristics at all?” “It’s got a...baby little wing on it.” “A quail chick?” Zixuan only received a shrug and gripped his hair in despair. “You are useless. Why did you even drag me on this stupid mission? I’m dirty and hot and you can’t even describe a damned bird to me!” “This wasn’t solely my idea asshole, you wanted to ‘discover new archaeological treasures���!”  “Well I never will if ‘just a bird’ is the best you can do! Fuck it, I’m coming up.” “Fuck no, your clumsy ass will definitely fall, and if you break your neck this will all have been for nothing! Oi!” But Zixuan was already climbing. His fine clothes were dusty and torn, so he ignored the way the rough stone dragged against them as he dug his toes into the bricks and hauled himself up. “Stop, Zixuan, I’m serious you’ll really fall!” Wanyin’s voice had gained an edge of true fear, but Zixuan ignored it along with the widening gap between him and the floor. It was no different than climbing one of the ladders at the university library, he told himself, wincing as his soft hands were scraped raw. “Shit, give me your hand you idiot!” Wanyin snapped, and Zixuan raised his gaze to see him crouched on the narrow ledge, one hand outstretched. Zixuan clung nervously to the wall and stared at it. Wanyin wriggled his fingers impatiently and Zixuan winced, fighting his instincts to peel one hand from the stone and place it in his. Without warning Wanyin pulled, hard, Zixuan squeaking in shock and fear and his balance was changed, his life dangling from Wanyin’s grip. Breathing hard Zixuan found purchase with his boots, scrambling up beside his companion.  “There,” he panted, shooting Wanyin a haughty look for having the audacity to doubt that he, a librarian, couldn’t climb a sheer wall barehanded. Wanyin rolled his eyes and let go of his hand, though they remained pressed together by necessity. “Fine. Hurry up and read, then.” He raised the torch. 

“Muut pu khat,” he read. The torchlight flickered in Wanyin’s dark eyes. He always got a certain look when Zixuan spoke in Egyptian. “‘Death is the beginning’.” Their faces were so close together Zixuan found himself speaking in an undertone. Suddenly Wanyin frowned, and reached out to pluck something from Zixuan’s hair. They both peered at it. It appeared to be a small fragment of stone. Zixuan blinked as another landed on Wanyin’s shoulder. Slowly, they both looked up.  An enormous crack snaked from the ceiling down the wall they were braced against, others spiderwebbing off it as they watched.  “....oh dear.” The wall collapsed, dragging them with it. Zixuan’s stomach dropped out, and before he knew it he was underwater. The shock of it drove the breath from his lungs, and he hung there, stunned, until rough hands grabbed him under the arms and dragged him to the surface. Zixuan gasped and spluttered as he clung desperately to Wanyin with his arms and legs. The other man was gripping a grate in the wall of the deep pit they’d fallen into, clearly the source of all the water.  “Fuck,” Wanyin gritted. “Shit. I don’t suppose that says something useful, like ‘this way out’, does it?” Zixuan turned his head to see a line of glyphs carved in the stone, and felt his heart stand still. “Define useful.” “Why? What does it say?” “Sahti kher messekhu.” Zixuan swallowed. “‘Beware of crocodiles’.”

[starrconch]

6 MONTH BLOG-IVERSARY EVENT

★ I cannot believe that this blog has been up for a whole 6 months now! The time has flown past I can't thank you enough for all of your support and interactions in this time, you've made these past 6 months the best! ♡

★ In honour of this occasion, I have put together a list of hand-picked prompts from various prompt lists (linked at the bottom of the prompt list) for you to choose from and request!

★ This event will be closing a week from now: 29th of October at around 4pm BST

★ Master List

★ Prompt List

★ Currently → CLOSED

RULES ↓

★ Pick one prompt and up to two characters! You can also specify who says the line (reader or character) and what situation/ scenario is happening. If you don't, I will decide for myself.

★ Some lines may be changed ever so slightly to suit the character / situation

★ Reader will be automatically GN unless female or male is specified.

★ If I see a duplicate request, I will link your ask back to the fic I posted

★ I write for Diluc, Jean, Amber, Lisa, Kaeya, Albedo, Sucrose, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Beidou, Rosaria, Chongyun, Noelle, Bennett, Keqing, Xingqiu, Kazuha, Razor, Ayaka, Yoimiya, The Raiden Shogun, Scaramouche, Thoma, Sara and Gorou.

★ As to not overwhelm myself and instead of limiting the requests I take in, I will be doing the requests that I'm most inspired to do, which might mean that not all requests sent in will get done. Also, if the rules in this post aren't followed, I will not do your request :)

[sunflowerseedsandscience]

Hi!! I love you, your page and your fic game is ridiculous!! I was just wondering, I'm writing a fanfic, and I eventually want to publish. Where would be a good place to do so, so that the fandom can see it? Thanks, love you and congrats our your fic-iversary!!! Xxxx :)

Hi! Thank you for reading!!! I’m sure there are a dozen ways to go about this, but I post all of my fic to both Tumblr and to AO3. On Tumblr, you need people to share your work in order to gain new readers, so if you don’t have followers yet, the best way to start (I think) is to share other people’s fic, to reach out to them and start conversations, and to get to know people. Make sure to tag your fics appropriately (X-Files, xfiles fanfic, msr fanfic, and so on) so that people browsing those tags can find it. 

In addition, @leiascully regularly posts writing prompts and reblogs the responses. And @xfficchallenges posts writing challenges with different themes. Plus, @txf-fic-write-in (started by the lovely @lepus-arcticus) is a new thing where we have a night when all of us meet in a chat room, share writing tips and methods, and do different writing exercises.

On AO3, I think that a really good summary is the key- at least, I know that that’s what generally gets me to read a new fic. (And then I get excited, and then I write a super-shouty all-caps post on tumblr linking to the new fic, and if we’re lucky, the author sees it and comes and joins us in our fic writing insanity over here.)

[your-modern-shakespeare]

Fanfiction Recommendations

4/26/17: Hey guys! So I know that I am actually the worst, but school is currently ruining my life and I have two weeks worth of finals to get ready for (like my finals week has been split into two). Also I know that I have been out for a while now and I have tried to update things but I have just designed the costumes for a show here at school and it has literally caused me to be at school 14-15 hours a day, for the past three weeks. SO I am mentally and physically exhausted. So what does this mean? I am taking some time off from writing (just until the 10th of May). That being said I will try and post a weekly fic rec list so that you guys can enjoy the awesome blogs that I read from every night before I go to bed.

As you will notice, I’m a binger and love reading series. Also, for some reason I don’t have a lot of Marvel reads, which means that I am slacking on the following of marvel blogs. So if you know any I would love some recommendations. (I promise that these are things that I have been reading for a long time, the next list will probably be much shorter)

Dean x Reader

Imagine Sam and Dean Finding Your Daughter Trying to Make Breakfast by @teamfreewill-imagine

Lies and Family Ties (One-Shot) by @greezyscumbag - Mary tells Dean that the reader cheated on him to stop him finding out about her (Mary) stealing from Ramiel. 

Time for A Wedding (One-Shot) by @effie-w - You’ve hunted with the Winchesters since practically all your life, which makes you a co-protagonist in the supernatural books. There aren’t too many problems with that until you find out that Becky ships you and Sam together. And she’s loud about this particular hobby too, so loud in fact that your longtime boyfriend Dean might not stand her very much. But, whatever, right? Ships are harmless, or they are usually. They’re not anymore when she decides it’s time for hers to become canon, with a long-awaited (in her opinion) wedding

The Prince and the Huntress (Series) by @skymoonandstardust - so I just tagged her masterlist because she’s amazing and for this recommendation specifically, it’s a prince dean!AU, you can’t go wrong with that.

Sam x Reader

Imagine Sam waiting to hear you made it out of surgery okay… by @plaidstiel-wormstache

Imagine your daughter asking you about Sam’s scar by @teamfreewill-imagine

Castiel x Reader

All of Me (One-Shot) by @webcricket - “1st Cas-iversary Celebration drabble request by @ire-art-blog – “I was thinking of a drabble it can be smutty or nah but a castiel x reader where the reader has tattoos or even kinda goth.” Did you read my mind? Cause I’ve had a wing tattoo idea fluttering about my skull (and inspiration pics cluttering my desktop) for weeks! It’s pure fluff.“

Just Shut Up and Kiss Me (One-Shot) by @casbabydontgoineedyou - a super cute kissing Castiel blurb

Jensen x Reader

Undeniable Heat (Series) by @katymacsupernatural - You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win? 

Forward (Series) by @blacktithe7 - Being a single father was never Jensen’s plan, but when his wife unexpectedly passes away just months after giving birth to their little girl, that is exactly what he becomes. His life has been about nothing but his daughter for years. Now Gen and Jared think it’s time for him to move on, and they may know just the right girl to help him do it. Jensen is not so sure. Will he give it a shot? Or will the ghost of his dead wife make him ruin what could possibly be the best thing to ever happen to him and his family? 

You’re Not my Wife (One Shot) by @bringmesomepie56 - drunk Jensen one shot

Out of the Park (Series) by @iwantthedean - Seventy years after the initial opening of the All-American Girls’ Professional Baseball League, several MLB team owners have invested together in a tributary women’s league. The deal is for one season, but hundreds of women across the country are vying for the sixty-four spots available. Jensen Ackles was a star player in the MLB, until a cheap move by a base-runner landed him on the DL. Always arrogant and slightly cranky anyway, his new assignment as coach for one of the women’s baseball teams is not an idea he is fond of. Can you take a chance and make a lifetime dream come true? Can Jensen stop fighting against the path his life is taking? Will leaning on each other lead to relationship neither of you wanted or planned on?

Jared x Reader

Love Triumphs All (Series) by @katymacsupernatural- Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is. 

The Contest (Series) by @winchesterprincessbride - To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along. 

Misha x Reader

Love at First Video (Series) by @katymacsupernatural (If you haven’t caught on I love this blog)- You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore. 

Mark x Reader

Your British Knight (Series) (I just found out there were other parts!) by @nothin-after-79 - Is still seriously one of my favorite reads but now with a summary: Thanks to an embarassing accident at the gym, the reader meets Mark Sheppard. Despite a stalker ex and her crazy family, he becomes her knight in shining armor and he falls in love with everything about her including her drug fueled and not so easy past. A story loosely based on the author's real life.

Bucky x Reader

P.S. I Love You (Short Series) by @kittenwritesstuff - When your husband, Tony, dies, you are convinced that your life ended along with his. On the day of your 30th birthday you receive a surprise from Tony and with every letter from him, you start to learn how to live on your own - based on a plot of ‘P.S. I love you’ for @stories-from-stark-tower‘s 3K Celebration Movie AU Challenge.

Chris Evans x Reader

First Steps (One Shot) by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing - “This is my entry for @paigeinastory’s Country Song Fic/Sentence Prompt Challenge. I had two prompts. The first was the song Dan + Shay - From the Ground Up and the other was the sentence: “Would you like children someday?” 

Also, if you want to read anything written by me here is my MASTERLIST. The last two fics that I have written may not be on here, but if you have a problem finding anything just let me know. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!

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Okay, so...July 11th is the anniversary (or the fic-iversary, if you will~) of the first fic i posted in the OI fandom (and also the first one I'd written in 6 years lol) and I was thinking of doing some kind of celebration or something, maybe with drabbles. Is that something y'all would be interested in? I never do these kinds of things because I just assume no one cares enough to participate (which is totally fine btw lol) so if you would, please let me know by voting below:

If you're not interested in this, that's okay, no hard feelings. Please don't feel bad voting that way if you don't care, I'd really prefer to have honest answers so I know I'm not wasting my time lol.

If you have any additional thoughts/comments, please feel free to let me know. 😊

Thanks guys 💖

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19 FOR SANGCHENG

I hope that you enjoyed it, thank you for all your enthusiastic support! <3

(also on ao3, if you prefer to read there)

[Gen; SangCheng; Zoom meeting gone wrong]

- Bird Professor -

"So it's what time, there?" Huaisang asked, stifling a yawn (he hoped) behind his coffee mug.

Professor Jiang looked startled, like he hadn't even considered the time difference, then squinted at the bottom corner of his computer screen.

"Two," he said. "What time is it there?"

"... let's just say late. Or early. Pity me, is the takeaway here."

Professor Jiang laughed, and he did look pitying, which Huaisang appreciated. He was sacrificing his beauty sleep for this, after all.

"So," he said, figuring that concentrating would help him to stay awake, "lay it on me, what'd you see? You said that you had photographs?"

The first time they'd spoken he'd assumed that it was a prank, but the mysterious caller had called him again, the next day, to apologise for his drunken behaviour. And when he'd sheepishly explained that he had a bird-related mystery in the wetlands he was studying, Huaisang had been convinced with embarrassing ease to join the project as a consultant despite the fact that he was currently in a highly incompatible timezone.

Professor Jiang was handsome, was the thing. Plus, so few people ever seemed to want to listen to him talk about birds. He even paid attention, now, as Professor Jiang shared his screen and began to scroll through the pictures. Since birds were the one thing Huaisang would willingly look away from a pretty face for, he shrunk Professor Jiang's webcam image down - and that was how he almost missed it when the door to Professor Jiang's study slowly opened behind him and a toddler wobbled their way into view.

The kid was cute, if you were the kind of person who found kids cute (Huaisang was ambivalent about them: appreciated their aesthetic, did not appreciate their noise and mess levels) - unsteady on their feet, hands held up for balance. Huaisang hid his smile the way he'd been hiding his yawns, behind his mug, and decided to let Professor Jiang notice in his own time... but he did re-enlarge the webcam image in the meantime. The toddler moved hesitantly, dropping out of view once when they lost balance and fell on their butt, but a moment later they were up again, determination writ across their chubby features.

The door opened further and a woman in an apron, with one wide-eyed glance up at the computer, crawled into the room in a valiant attempt to stay out of view of the camera. It didn't work, but it was cute that she tried.

Professor Jiang, enthralled by his work, almost fell out of his chair in surprise when the toddler reached the desk and grabbed his arm.

"Ah, dangit," the woman muttered, giving up and sitting back on her heels, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "I thought I'd get to him."

"Jiujiu!" the toddler shrieked, and cackled delightedly as Professor Jiang scooped him up with a wry smile.

"Professor Nie," he said, a blush spreading across his cheeks, "I - apologise for the... interruption."

"Ah!" the toddler added, leaning forward and patting his hand against the screen. "Ah-ba!"

"Not at all," Huaisang said, giving in to his giggles at how satisfied the kid looked to be included. "I'm more than happy to yield to a local expert."

"Ba," the toddler agreed. His face scrunched up happily, gummy mouth wide open and eyes screwed shut.

"I'm sorry," the woman said, struggling against her own laughter as she got up and retrieved the kid. "I turned around for one second and he was gone."

Once they were gone, apologies accepted, Professor Jiang smiled sheepishly.

"My nephew," he said.

Huaisang, who had been feeling vaguely disappointed by the thought that his handsome colleague was married, perked back up again.

"Oh?"

"So, uh. The birds?"

"The birds, right."

Birds for now. Scoping out chances of a date could happen once they were in the same country again.

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This anon needs a sequel to “The Hunt” the Sangxian fic. Please, please, please! 🥺🥺🥺

Here it is, anon! Did you think I wasn't going to write it? This was originally intended to be funny, but then I wrote it and it isn't. Oops! Hope you enjoy it anyway <3

(also on ao3, if you prefer to read there)

[M; SangXian; Knights AU; mistaken identity]

- The Hunted -

If he'd been on familiar territory, Huaisang never would have allowed someone to approach while he was feeding. For his own safety, ostensibly (dage would certainly never forgive him for being seen) but also, more realistically, for the safety of that someone. After all, he couldn't allow anybody to see him and live.

A sob from behind him made Huaisang spin around, half-eaten carcass still in his hands, to find a knight kneeling by his coat.

"Foul beast!" the black-armoured knight cried, clutching the coat to his chest and looking with agony at the bloody mess Huaisang held. "I'll make you pay!"

Before Huaisang could flee, Wei Wuxian - for it was of course the Jiang champion who had found him - drew his sword and lunged to attack. Huaisang dropped his meal and brushed the blade aside. The metal threw sparks from his scales.

If it had left a scratch he was going to be so mad.

"How dare you eat him?!" Wei Wuxian demanded.

He struck again, and again. His movements were like dancing and Huaisang wished that he could simply stop to watch, to admire, but he had to make sure Wei Wuxian didn't hurt himself.

"How despicable, to attack someone defenseless - what crime has he committed, except to follow birds into your clearing?"

Huaisang realised then that Wei Wuxian thought that Huaisang (the Beast) had eaten Huaisang (the man). Never mind that the carcass had clearly been that of an animal, a creature with hooves and hide. Never mind that the coat was neither torn nor bloodstained but folded and left neatly on a tree stump.

It was both thrilling - Wei-gongzi was worried about him? - and concerning - because now he would need to subdue the knight without harming him, or risk revealing the entire secret and endangering his entire sect in the process.

Huaisang had always hated fighting, but not because he was bad at it. As a Beast he was nigh on unstoppable: strong, fast and armoured. He'd hurt his brother a lot when he was younger, when Mingjue was teaching him how to fight, how to defend against a knight. Now, in this unfamiliar clearing, he hurt Wei Wuxian as well.

With barely a thought he bore the man's blows and pushed him back again and again and then, because he knew that Wei Wuxian would never stop until he was made to stop, he backhanded the knight across the clearing. The tree the knight collided with shook but held; the knight himself fell in a heap among its roots.

It was difficult to speak, with the jaws of a Beast, but Huaisang could manage a little of it if he tried.

"Enough!" he snarled, looming over the knight at his full, most intimidating height.

Wei Wuxian looked up at him, and winced at his bruised ribs, but smirked.

"I'll say when it's enough."

As a Beast, Huaisang was nigh unstoppable, but every suit of armour had a point of weakness, and the black knight was the Jiang champion for a reason. With the same grace with which he did everything else, the knight surged up and his sword pierced the place where Huaisang's scales met on his belly.

The pain was exquisite, bright and sharp and shocking.

"Oh," Huaisang said, more whine than word, as his body shuddered around the wound. He'd never been hurt like that before. Ripples of pain shivered over him and in their wake he was transformed back into his human self. At that size the sword was much bigger. It took up so much more of his insides.

Wei Wuxian cradled Huaisang in his arms, stammering confused apologies, but all Huaisang could think about was how beautiful the black knight was from up close. Even with his expression twisted by guilt and grief. Even with a spray of blood across his chest, bright and red and glistening in the sunlight.

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happy anniversary!! and thank you for sharing all of your lovely fic with us!! 🥰🥰🥰 can i pls request [53] A waking up from anaesthesia does not remember their spouse, B for either nielan or sangcheng? <3

Thanks for your support and encouragement over the last year, Ana! I hope you like it and thank you, as always, for reading <3

(also posted to ao3, if you prefer to read there.)

[g; prompt fill; NieLan; modern setting]

- Lucky Him -

"Woah," Mingjue said, blinking blearily. His voice was slurred: clearly his mouth was still pretty numb. "You're so beautiful?"

   Xichen smiled and took his hand. Mingjue blushed, which was adorable of him - but Xichen wasn't surprised, because Mingjue was always adorable. The disorientation was new, but the doctor had warned him to expect that.

   "Um, why are you here?" Mingjue asked. He wasn't meeting Xichen's eye but sneaking glances when he thought Xichen wasn't looking.

   "I'm here to see my husband," Xichen teased. "He was in an accident and got hurt, so he had to have surgery."

   "Oh... you must have been worried."

   "I was," Xichen said.

   "Is he okay?"

   "Yes, he's fine. Just a bit confused and sleepy. I'm going to have to take good care of him, when we go home."

   Mingjue nodded, and smiled wistfully.

   "That's nice," he said. "You're so nice. I bet he likes you so much."

   "I think so," Xichen said, then added, conspiratorially, "In fact, I think he's in love with me."

   "Ah," Mingjue said. He sank back in the bed, smiling dopily in the direction of the ceiling. "That's so nice."

   Without seeming to realise that he was doing it, Mingjue reached up with his free hand to prod at his face. Xichen pushed his hand away - Mingjue frowned and did it again, jabbing himself hard in the cheek before Xichen could stop him.

   "Hurts," he complained.

   "So don't do that!"

   Mingjue frowned, sulking, and pulled his hands away to fold them angrily across his chest. Then he looked down at Xichen's hand, which he was no longer holding, looking bereft and guilty.

   "You want to hold hands again?" Xichen offered, holding his out, but Mingjue shook his head.

   "No," he said, with a heavy sigh. "You're married."

   "Well," Xichen said, "yes, I am, but -"

   "So you can't hold hands with me," Mingjue interrupted. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Because - you shouldn't even be here! You have to go look after your husband!"

   He sniffled, and rubbed clumsily at the tears that threatened to spill down his swollen cheeks. Xichen wanted to lean in and gently kiss them, but he suspected that he had to stop teasing and come clean, first. It wasn't really funny any more, if Mingjue was upset.

   "Wish I had a nice beautiful husband to look after me," Mingjue whispered.

   "Well," Xichen said, "I have some good -"

   "Please don't try to comfort me! You gotta - you gotta go to your husband now!"

   "A-Jue! You are my husband!"

   Mingjue stared at him for a long time.

   "I don't understand," he said, finally.

   "I'm married to you."

   Mingjue stared some more, then stared at the ceiling again, mouth moving silently as if he was working out a complex math problem. When he looked back he was teary again, but this time with a distinctly hopeful air.

   "Me," Mingjue clarified. "I'm the husband who had a surgery?"

   "You are."

   "But I'm okay?"

   "You're fine, I promise."

   "And I'm married to you?"

   He sounded so incredulous, so awed, that it was Xichen's turn to blush.

   "You sure are," he said, fishing out the chain he'd strung Mingjue's ring onto for the length of his hospital stay. "See? Here's your ring, same as the one I'm wearing."

   Mingjue looked at the rings, then back at Xichen, and then began to cry in earnest - to sob, really, burying his face in his hands and shaking with the force of it.

   "It's me," he wailed. "It's me you love so much and you were worried about and you're gonna look after!"

   "That's right," Xichen said. "I love you."

   Xichen shifted to sit on the bed next to Mingjue, pulling him against his chest and patting his back soothingly. Mingjue was going to be embarrassed about this later but for now Xichen was just going to enjoy his husband's unselfconscious appreciation.

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Ok shy anon here, I think I finally narrowed down what I wanted to ask prompt wise haha

How about some Sangcheng with the juniors with the [19] zoom meeting gone wrong prompt 😂

You’re so amazing for doing this 🙈💓

It obviously stands alone (except maybe for Xiyue - but from context you can probably guess that she's Jin Ling's little sister) but I just couldn't think about this combination of characters without it being their versions from my Jianghu City series - so for anybody reading We Both Know Better consider this set some time after the end of the fic. I hope you like it, anon! <3

(also available on ao3, if you prefer to read there.)

[gen; SangCheng; Juniors Quartet; Zoom meeting gone wrong]

- Council -

"I suppose," Jingyi said, dramatically, "that you're wondering why I've gathered you all here today."

(Huaisang, mic muted, turned to holler for his husband.

"You're missing it!")

"No," Jin Ling muttered. "We already know it's gonna be something dumb."

"Yes," Sizhui said, much more patiently - he was always patient, with everyone, but of course especially so with Jingyi. "Why are we here?"

"Well, as you all know, it's almost -"

"April Fool's Day?" Zizhen interrupted, bouncing up and down in his excitement. Whatever device he was using was handheld, and wobbled nauseatingly as he moved.

By Jingyi's glare, he'd guessed correctly.

("Tell him to wait!" Wanyin called back. "I need like thirty seconds!"

"He's not gonna wait!")

"- April Fool's Day," Jingyi finished, thunder stolen but determined anyway. "And that means -"

"Pranks!" Xiyue guessed, shoving her way into frame beside her brother. "I wanna be a ghost!"

"That's Halloween, idiot."

Jin Ling shoved her; she shoved back, then ducked back out of his reach and ran off.

"MAMA JIN LING CALLED ME A NAAAAAAAAME!"

"It means," Jingyi continued, clearly trying really hard to keep his shit together in the face of this terrible adversity, "that we all have a nemesis in common."

("What is it? Is he waiting?"

"It's a war council, I think. Hey, bring me a drink when you come in!"

Wanyin, who by his footsteps had been on his way in, groaned and ran back in the direction of the kitchen.)

"I don't think I have a nemesis at all," Zizhen said. "Are you sure?"

"He's just being dramatic," Jin Ling assured him.

"Our nemesis," Jingyi said, raising his voice to cut over their chatter, "is also known as the Menace Wei Wuxian."

The kids all responded with knowing 'oh's. Even Zizhen was around the family enough to have been hit by his share of Wuxian's pranks over the years. Huaisang himself had lost a cashmerino scarf to one, though that had been accidental and Wuxian had apologised profusely... whilst maintaining that it had been hilarious though, c'mon Nie-xiong don't look like that, you should've seen your face.

"Hey, you started without me," Wanyin said as he leaned in over Huaisang's shoulder to set down a glass of water. "Didn't you ask him to wait?"

"Kids these days," Huaisang said, avoiding the question. "So impatient."

"And so," Jingyi almost shouted, "I propose that we team up to not only defend ourselves but take back the holiday for ourselves. As your commander -"

He was forced to stop, then, as everybody began to talk over him, every one of them demanding to know why Jingyi was the commander. Huaisang joined in, but just to be an asshole. He didn't actually want to be in charge of... whatever this was.

Jingyi muted everybody except himself, then continued.

"I knew we shouldn't have let him host this call," Wanyin muttered.

"As your commander I'm assigning everybody a role. Sizhui, Laoshi, you're closest to the mark, you're on recon. Zizhen I need you to make a crazy conspiracy wall because you have the art supplies and also he won't randomly show up at your house and bust us. Jin Ling you have the best phone so you're on comms coordinating us all. Me and Nie-shushu are obviously the most chaotic ones here so us, and Xiyue ONLY IF SHE CAN KEEP A SECRET, will come up with ideas for retaliation."

He paused to smile beatifically before unmuting everybody.

"Any questions?"

They undoubtedly did have questions, but before anybody could ask them... a familiar voice issued from somewhere out of Sizhui's frame.

"Just one," the Menace himself asked. "Kid, did you really think that you could outwit me? I was pranking before you were born! You're in my world now!"

He skidded into view, wrapped his arms around a guilty-faced Sizhui, and dropped his head on the boy's chin, and grinned.

"Better luck next year."

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Anon, I'm back with another for you! Because who can make choices about things? Not me, apparently. Thanks again for the prompt, and for reading! <3

(also on ao3, if you prefer to read there.)

[T; SangCheng; Cherry Magic AU]

- Eavesdropping -

If having to work on his birthday was the injury, mandatory team-building exercises were definitely the insult on top. Huaisang shuffled along behind his colleagues, lagging behind in the vague hope of being forgotten at some point along the way, but was unfortunate enough to be ushered into the room with the rest of his office-mates and handed a 'Hi, My Name Is' sticker to wear. There was some chatter (mostly people complaining about having to do team-building exercises), some shuffling around (mostly people not wanting to look too eager about participating), and he ended up in a corner of the room with the office's least agreeable employee: his manager.

"Well," Jiang Wanyin said.

Huaisang waited, but he didn't add to that.

"Well," Huaisang agreed.

They stayed awkwardly quiet as they were handed a stack of post-its and a marker and told the rules of the game: to write compliments on the notes, things they'd noticed and appreciated in each other's work. They stayed awkwardly quiet as they wrote their notes, too, though some of the other pairs around the room started to chat and even giggle.

When the time came to share what they'd written by presenting each other with the notes, Huaisang braced himself for the worst. He wasn't exactly known to be a hard worker.

"Your reports are always laid out really well," Wanyin said.

Huaisang stared down at his chest as, rather tentatively, Wanyin stuck the note to him.

"Nobody else gives a single shit about white space ratio."

Huaisang snorted a laugh, both because it was true and because he wasn't expecting to hear his manager swear, especially in a work-related context.

"When you bring treats for the office they're always vegan-friendly," he continued, and this time Huaisang looked up as the note was stuck to his chest.

"Unlike everyone else, who conveniently forgets," Wanyin added, except that he didn't. His mouth didn't move at all; Huaisang must have frowned, because Wanyin hesitated with his fingers still pressed against the post-it and continued - still, somehow, without actually speaking; "which it's probably weird of me to have noticed, isn't it? Now he's looking at me like I'm weird. Great work fucking this up, dickhead -"

The rambling cut off as Wanyin reached for the next note. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

"You make good contributions in meetings."

Huaisang couldn't help but stare, as Wanyin put the note on him and, like magic, silently added the caveat of "when you actually speak up, anyway".

The barrage of compliments was made truly unbearable by the honesty of the commentary Wanyin added without saying anything. Huaisang had always thought that Wanyin - who was notoriously hard to please and who, quite frankly, Huaisang usually found terrifying - disliked him. But Wanyin didn't just have nice things to say about him, it sounded as if he approved of Huaisang. Maybe even liked him.

It was mortifying.

By the time Wanyin was out of post-its and it was Huaisang's turn to present his own, he'd formed a theory: while they were touching, he could hear Wanyin's thoughts.

(He would freak out about it later.)

That or he was being pranked, but when he surreptitiously nudged Wanyin's foot with his own that worked too, and the prankster would have had to be paying damn close attention to spot that.

"You always have time for people," Huaisang said, sticking a post-it.

"Is he blushing -?" Wanyin thought, as Huaisang lingered. "I was touching him too much. This game is stupid; now he's forced to come up with nice things to say -"

"It's not hard," Huaisang said, replying without thinking about it to something he shouldn't have heard. "To. Compliment you, I mean. You're a good manager."

He hadn't written that down; he gave Wanyin a blank post-it instead, and surprised a smile out of him.

"Fuck," Wanyin thought. "Dammit god damn fuck I love him."