#haha this is why i’ve been pretty slow

[luminique]

i haven’t been in the best of health lately, maybe it’s the cold weather. please take care of yourself everyone !! i’m just trying to make sure that my attendance rate is enough to graduate atp lol

[whatthefishh]

I’m so ashamed to be requesting this… but I’ve been looking everywhere for a shower smut with Miguel O’Hara and I feel like I can trust you not to let me down😩😩😭 if you can, ONLY if you can I don’t wanna be a bother.

Hey, no need to be ashamed haha! That’s so sweet of you, thank you for trusting me with this 😉 and I hope this short blurb doesn’t let you down… I wrote this instead of focusing on my assignment lol!

Miguel smut under the cut, 18+ only

Your muscles were aching, the hot water spraying down your back helping to release some of the tension there. You had a long day and couldn’t wait to get home for some down time, and a hot shower was the perfect start to your relaxing evening. You hear the bathroom door open and the blurry large shadow of Miguel in the doorway. You know it’s him just by his sheer size, nobody else you knew took up that much space.

“Mig, can you grab me a towel? I forgot!” You shout, turning to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

“You always forget,” he grumbles lowly, thinking you can’t hear him but he’s closer now.

“Yeah, I know I know, can you just get me— no, no! You can’t just—!”

It was too late. Miguel had stripped his clothes in record time — or maybe he walked into the bathroom already naked — and joined you in the shower, his height effectively blocking the water from spraying on you as his broad frame took up most of the shower space.

“You got me all wet, nena,” he says looking down at you, slowly backing you against the tile wall behind you.

“I didn’t tell you to come inside…”

He sniffs out a laugh.

“Actually—“

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

Reaching a hand up to pull him by the neck down, down, down to meet your lips, your tongues collide hotly under the spray of hot water. Pretty soon, you’re a moaning mess under his skillful tongue and roaming hands, lost in the sensation of your lover’s touch.

Miguel lifts you against the tiles and you gasp into his mouth at the cool wall against your back while he groans at the feeling of his hard cock bobbing against your core. He’s rubbing himself against you, effectively making you drip for him while the water ran down his back.

Both of you were wet now.

Removing himself from your lips for a moment, he rests his forehead against yours to look into your eyes and smile, a rare one, a real one. You don’t see this one often.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Tan buena que eres conmigo,” Mig tells you quietly before lining up his fat tip with your entrance and slowly pushing forward, kissing you again when you start moaning at the intrusion.

It’s always a stretch, no matter how much he tries to prep you. Inch by thick inch, he bullies his way into your cunt, massaging your breasts and mouthing at them to distract you. The sound when his lips wrap around your slippery skin is sinful, popping off your peaks with a satisfied hum while your chest heaves from everything you’re feeling.

He’s everywhere, around you and inside you all at once. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

Once he bottoms out, he waits for your go ahead, a small nod while you rest your head against the cool tiles has him starting to pull out nefariously slow, intent on making you loose and pliant by the end of the session. Bucking his hips, he fills you again and again, pressing your body into the shower wall and grunting on every pass.

The water was already hot and the way he’s fucking you has you burning up, the coil tightening in your belly so much that you’re about to pass out. He notices your breath coming out shallower.

“Needed me to loosen you up, isn’t that right nena? Uh huh?”

You’re whining incoherently, eyes shut against the tiles as he plows into your pussy. You try to answer him but all that comes out are pathetic noises that you know only feed his ego.

“What was that, baby? You’re close, aren’t you, can feel you— ahhhhh!” He groans out loud when you finally gush around his girth, body shuddering in his arms.

Completely reliant on his strength to hold you up — the way you’re impaled on him also helping — you let go. Utterly and entirely, you let yourself go in his arms, trusting him to take care of you.

Gripping your ass as he holds you up, Miguel continues to fuck into your fluttering hole, bucking his hips untimely as he nears his own end after feeling yours. His growls and grunts are bordering on animalistic, the smooth golden planes of his body catching your eyes as you ride out his assault on your pussy. The way his biceps ripple when he flexes his hands holding you up, the way the vein in his neck throbs when he’s breathing heavily, the way his abs flutter when he’s close to cumming —

He’s absolutely stunning, and he’s all yours.

And he’s making you his, coming inside you and pressing his hips into yours, after essentially drilling you into the shower wall, he holds you there while groaning through his release.

The stress you were carrying was all gone, replaced with everything Miguel. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your evening with him.

S/o to my translator — @xbellaxcarolinax ❤️

[g4yforethan]

RELAX

pairing: chris redfield x male reader

summary: reader treats chris to a great night after a hard day at work

warnings: cursing, kissing, smut

a/n: AHHH i just got re4 remake and i’m so excited to play it !!!!! i finished village a while ago so that’s why i’m writing this fic because look at himmm ;))

you were in the kitchen making a meal for you and your husband, chris redfield. he was away for two months on a mission that his team sent him on but he kept daily contact with you and left some text messages that were no doubt nsfw. tonight was going to be the night that you would see him since he left and he would only stay he night as he had to be gone in the morning for his next mission. as you prepared the table, you heard the doorbell ring. you went to the door and opened it. "hey baby miss me?" it was chris. you gasped and ran into his arms as he caressed your hair. "chris i missed you so much. please come in i just made dinner." you kissed his lips and guided him inside.

"haha thank you baby boy but i'm not really hungry to eat right now. i'm hungry for something else." you grapsed as to what he was saying and gave him a devious grin. you went up and kissed him as he picked up your legs and made his way into the bedroom. he threw you onto the bed and quickly took off his shirt. you did as well and touched his toned and muscular back. "god i missed touching your skin. it's the only thing that's been on my mind since i've been gone." he said as he roughly kissed your neck and chest. "fuck chris i’ve missed you so much. i’ve been waiting for this for so long.” you replied as he continued leaving kisses on your chest.

“fuck me please.” you said as chris immediately turned you around. “whatever you say pretty boy.” he took off his pants and took yours off as well before smacking your ass. he began licking your hole and leaving kisses around it. you moaned and grabbed his hair to make him dig deeper into you. he then put one finger inside which made you eager for more. “stop teasing me chris and put your dick inside me.” “calm down baby i’m getting to it.” he said as he spit on his 10 inch cock and slowly made his way into you. the first stroke hurt and he knew this and tried to go as slow as he can.

“ugh fuck your dick is so big.” you said as he started picking up the speed and grabbing ahold of your waist. “yeah you like that don’t you? fucking slut.” chris replied as he rammed his dick inside your hole. you rolled your eyes back and reached out your hand for him to stop but he didn’t. he flipped you over and lifted your legs up before entering you again. you kissed his neck as he fucked you and moaned into his ear. this turned him on even more as dug deep in your hole causing your toes to curl. his cock was hitting your prostate as an overwhelmed feeling of pleasure filled your entire body.

“oh my fucking god chris. i’m gonna fucking cum.” “me too y/n fuck.” he replied as you released your cum all over your stomach and his inside your hole. you felt his cum inside you and craved more. the both of you, now wet from each others sweat, laid next to each other now. chris’ arm was around you as you laid on his soft, muscular, and hairy chest. “you really missed me huh?” you said as chris started to blush. “yeah was it obvious?” “well considering the way you fucked me, it was pretty obvious.” the two of you laughed as you closed your eyes and began to fall asleep.

[concreteangel92]

Do you want to be a good girl for me?

Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

TW: mentions of dom/sub relationships, getting turned on? Honestly nothing is too graphic here

A/N: So I had this idea in my head today after wondering how the conversation would go with Noah about him being a dom while you’re in the early dating stages.

This has definitely been inspired by watching him spanking the air during IDWT$ the other day which I have yet to recover from 🥵

I haven’t wrote any type of fanfiction in about 7/8 years! I used to write a lot when I was younger but stopped due to adult life haha so I do feel incredibly rusty but Noah and reading everyone else’s stories on here over the last few months has definitely inspired me but please be kind as it’s been so long 😂

I am half way through a smut filled Noah one shot atm so hopefully if this goes well then I’ll be posting that soon!

Masterlist

• So far you were on date number 3 with the Noah Sebastian Davis.

• Tonight was a home cooked dinner and movie night at yours

• Currently sitting together on the sofa, chatting after dinner

• You had both agreed to take things slow-ish to begin with so you could really get to know each other

• Noah being aware that you were a fan of the band prior to these dates

• The most you guys had done so far was holding hands, cuddling and a lot of kissing

• Now you know there is more to a relationship then sex but let’s be honest, it’s pretty important and it’s important to be compatible

• You hadn’t mentioned anything to Noah about the kinks or kind of relationships that you were into but it was definitely the time to see if things could progress

• “so I feel these dates have gone really well and that we appear to be really compatible”

• “so do I”

• “but there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you…”

* Noah would definitely be more intrigued when he sees a small blush forming

• “ask away”

• Noah, as ever, would be very collected with a calm expression that you can’t read

• “Umm, well the thing is….I just wondered….”

• “Don’t be shy y/n, if the blush on your cheeks is anything to go by then I can only assume it’s more of a private question?”

• Noah’s eyes never leaving your face and of course he would have a small smirk on his lips

• “right ok….so obviously you know I’ve been a fan of the band for a while before this….so I’ve seen certain videos online of you performing….and….and seeing the way you present yourself or the way you do certain things…”

• “What things?”

• Noah interrupting with an even bigger smirk, clearly catching on to where the conversation was headed

• You would definitely be blushing a bright shade of red at this point and trying not to do your nervous laugh and you most certainly can’t look him in the eyes

• “The videos of you spanking the air and the way you come across….I just have to ask….are you really the dom that you appear to be?”

• That whole sentence would have been said extremely quickly

• You would feel the need to ‘shy away’ from him after being so bold, eyes looking down at your lap

• Until you feel his fingers brushing your hair off your shoulder

• “why? Do you want to be a good girl for me?”

• You would instantly feel your tummy do a flip and have an instant ache in between your legs

• The latter would have you squirming ever so slightly on the spot and clenching your thighs together

• Something Noah of course does not miss

• “ your reaction just then tells me everything I need to know about you”

• You’d look at him with big eyes, a knowing smile on your face

• “I just needed to make sure that we were compatible in that area, most guys I’ve met aren’t into what I am”

• Noah would be tracing small patterns on your neck, his intense gaze never leaving yours

• “We can discuss what we like or don’t like, make sure that there is a safe word or a colour system in place but I do think we are going to be more then compatible”

• The ache would start to become very prominent to you at this point

• “Just to warn you, I’m not always very well behaved”

• You stare into his eyes, heart rate accelerating and you most certainly had a wet spot on your underwear at this stage

• “Good. Because I love my subs to have a bit of bite to them”

• You would unconsciously move closer to him while his hand gently wraps around the back of your neck

• “Can we just skip the movie now please?”

• Noah also moving closer “please what?”

• “please sir”

• “there’s my good girl”

• The kiss that happens after this would be messy and desperate and a small indication of what was to come

• The film definitely being forgotten about for the rest of the evening

[httpiastri]

lucky charm? – al12

arthur needs your support after the feature race in austria.

genre: fluff, comfort

pairing: gender neutral!reader x arthur leclerc (i think i used the female form of a french word, but that should be the only female mention)

warning: hmmmm none!

requested: yes!

author's note: hello hello! i had bigger expectations on myself for this but i haven't been able to write a lot these last few days soooo... anyways! please forgive me if i use the wrong terms when i wrote about the dams garage and drivers room and so on, i don't really know how it all works and where people are allowed to be haha! hope u enjoy<3

f2/f3 masterlist

you feel yourself being unwillingly pulled out of your sweet sleep way too early for your liking. you could just as well just turn over and fall asleep again; the combination of the soft mattress and the fluffy hotel covers could lull anyone into a deep slumber. but just as you’re about to relax again, you hear the shuffle of socks against the carpet, followed by a thud and a quiet swear word.

you open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the morning light seeping in through the messily closed blinds, before they find arthur standing by the edge of the bed.

his eyes fix on you too, a guilty look spreading across his face. “did i wake you?” he asks. “i’m sorry, i dropped my phone…”

he reaches down to pick it up from the floor as you shake your head. “it’s fine,” you hum. “good morning, love.”

“good morning, ma chéri.” he flashes you a smile as he scoots over to you, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

you shut your eyes again. “why are you up so early?” you ask. “didn’t we say breakfast at seven?”

“it is seven,” arthur chuckles, but just as you’re about to sit up and scold him for not waking you up in time, he speaks again. “don’t get up, i’ve already had breakfast. you can continue sleeping.”

you frown with your eyes still closed. “what’s that supposed to mean? why-”

“i’ve been called in for an extra team meeting. they want me to meet them there in 30 minutes.”

your eyes open again, looking at your lover now sitting right by you on the bed. he’s got a hint of sadness in his eyes, and he feels another sting of guilt pass through his body.

he still looks as handsome as ever, though, and you can’t help but to let your hand cup his cheek. “when did you get up? you must be so tired.”

he shakes his head, a slight smile adorning his features; half due to the concern in your voice, half due to the love he can feel even in your touch. “we went to bed so early, i’ll be fine. you can still get another hour or so in, though.”

you pout. “i can’t sleep without you.”

arthur’s pretty laugh meets your ears. “you had no problem falling asleep while i was brushing my teeth last night, amour.” he takes your hand from his face, intertwining his fingers with yours. “but if you really don’t want to sleep any more, you could get some breakfast and then watch me get ready in the garage.”

you consider the options for a moment. “maybe i will,” you say, squeezing his hand once.

he takes your hand up to his mouth, placing a few sweet kisses to your knuckles. "my lucky charm." even more kisses. "i do unfortunately really need to go now. but i'll see you on the track?"

you nod, looking up into his eyes. "good luck, darling."

your boyfriend leans down towards you to meet your lips with his. both of you are still sleepy and it's evident in the kiss because it's lazy and slow. yet, it's filled with so so much love. when you feel him starting to pull away, you place a hand by the back of his neck to keep him close. he laughs against your skin before he manages to leave your lips – his neck muscles are apparently stronger than your hands.

"i'll see you soon again, okay?"

"mkay."

and after one last kiss, he's gone through the door, leaving you all alone in the big bed.

arthur was, as usual, quite busy right before the race.

that meant that he didn't have a lot of time to spend with you, but by now you'd learned to enjoy spending time in the dams garage, despite how different it felt to the prema garages you visited last year. you followed arthur on the tv as much as you could during the race, while also having time to chat a little with the crew every now and then.

you found it funny how it seemed like arthur and his friend ollie bearman found each other even on the track, the two of them following their former teammate through the laps and even into the pit stops.

arthur came out on the track just before ollie, which made many of the dams workers cheer. but just a short while after they left the pits, it happened. one of the few things that was not allowed to happen.

in one of the turns, not even one minute later, one of his tires flew off the car.

arthur couldn't have done anything to stop it or make the situation better. it was in no way his fault, and yet, it had all of the worst consequences for him.

thankfully, there was no crash and the tire didn't hit another driver, so it wasn't really a dangerous incident. but when arthur gets up out of the car and you can tell he's uninjured, you still let out a thankful breath you didn't know you were holding. you know this is awful, as it is any time he's forced to retire out of a race, but at least he isn't physically hurt, which was the most important to you.

a couple of minutes later, arthur arrives back in the garage, where he receives a bunch of pats on the backs and compassionate looks from team members. you are still sat on a chair a bit further into the garage, wanting to give him some space instead of approaching him, but you watch his every move carefully. his dark eyes stay aimed on the floor and he doesn't give out much more than small nods to the people trying to talk to him. he's holding his helmet in one hand, his balaclava still on and helping cover what you assumed was a regretful look.

you were so sure he wouldn't notice you, but his eyes land on you just as his hand reaches for the door to his driver's room. you kind of expect him to give you some kind of reaction. a smile, a nod, anything. but just like to everyone else, he looks away.

as he's gone through the door, you feel some kind of disappointment in the pit of your stomach. you know it's not personal, but it still pains a little to think about him treating you just like everyone else.

you wait until the race is over and the staff is busy celebrating the other dams driver's podium before making your way towards the door. after knocking on it a few times, you can hear his voice from the inside, muttering something about leaving him alone.

"arthur, can i come in?" you ask, ignoring his request.

when he hears that it's your voice seeping through the cracks of the door, he's instantly on his feet, making his way to you.

when he opens the door, you're met by an exhausted face. the balaclava is off now, lines on his face still showing where the seams had been pressing for the long race. he steps aside to let you into the room and then closes the door behind you. he sits down on the couch and you take a seat right next to him, eyes never leaving his sad ones. he's looking everywhere but at you, though, feeling way too sensitive to take in the way that you were looking at him. with so much comfort, support, love.

"i'm really sorry," you say, voice low. "that sucked."

he nods, eyes moving to look down at his feet as he leans his elbows onto his knees. "shit happens."

you stop for a moment but then you decide to be brave, putting a hand on his shoulder. when he doesn't shrug it off, you begin stroking over his white fireproof shirt with your thumb, hoping to comfort him even the slightest.

"i just... felt like the pace was good, you know?" you nod, even though he isn't looking. "i was ahead of ollie, and he ended up in p5..." your hand moves to the back of his neck, softly rubbing up and down his skin. "i don't know, i just feel like i could've scored some points too."

"yeah, definitely," you hum at him. "you did really well, love."

one of his hands comes up to wipe over his face, before he finally turns to look at you. "thank you." a slight smile takes over your lips. "and thank you for being here."

"of course. anything for you, mon amour."

arthur leans towards you, molding his lips against yours. the kiss is a lot different than how he kissed you earlier this morning; it's soothing, tender, gentle. yet, it's filled with just as much love.

"sorry i wasn't your lucky charm like you said i am," you tell him once you pull away, faces still close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

his mouth curls into a smile before he kisses you again. "don't worry," he moves to give you a couple of pecks along your jawline. "i'll buy a new charm since having you around doesn't work."

you gasp, slapping his chest as a big, teasing grin lightens up his face. "hey!"

and when his wholehearted laughter fills the room, you smile, despite his insult just moments earlier. you smile because you know it's all going to be fine; you smile because after his next race, he will be smiling too.

[wolfpackss]

Breakfast. (3)

Only yours/Only mine series

Paul Lahote x you

A/N:I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING! I’ve had a car accident and I’m pretty beat up. I had this planned so this was already waiting. I’ll be okay, just give me a few days to get my shit together haha! the long awaited part three of my Paul Lahote smut series. This part focuses on him tasting you, as he talks about in part one. Please, just please let me marry him.. and take away my phone.

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral (f receiving)

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Inside Paul’s room there hangs a silence, a comforting silence. You both just walked into the room. You smile at him as he closes the door and turns to look at you, his own smile spreading across his face. Your breath catches. Your boyfriend is extremely handsome all the time, but when he smiles it’s a whole different look. Something in your face has him frowning. “What are you thinking?” He asks slowly walking towards you.

“You should smile more often.” He stops in front of you, stroking a finger from your hairline, around your ear, across your jawline and to your chin before moving up to run his thumb over your bottom lip. “Why is that?” He asks, his voice rough and deep. “Because you’re so handsome, it takes my breath away.” His eyes flash from your lips to your eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You’re the reason I smile, baby.” He leans in and kisses you. Unlike before, it’s a slow, deep kiss, full of love and emotion. Once again, you find yourself wanting more. Before you can react, he pulls back and takes your hand. “I can see it in your eyes baby, but before we go any further, we need to talk” he pulls you towards the bed and onto his lap. “Talk about what?” You frown as you get comfortable. “When we go further I want it to be on your account, you tell me when, where, what, why okay? I’m not gonna do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Do you understand?” He puts his hand on your cheek while the other rubs soothing circles on your waist. You nod at him with a small smile on your face. “Good.” He taps your hip to get you to stand.

He gets up, stand in front of you and pulls the dress over your head, then reaches around to undo your bra. You let it drop to the floor and he growls appreciatively at your breasts that are bare to his gaze. Your nipples harden from the sudden attention. He reaches out to run his thumbs over your nipples, making you gasp and you arch your back to push your breasts into his hands. “There are other things we can do.. other ways to explore each other’s bodies.. and I’ve been dying to taste you baby.” He slides his hand down your stomach, leaving a trail of heat. “Here,” he says sliding a finger between your thighs, feeling how soaked you are. He slides it inside you gently before taking it back out again. He watches you as he takes his finger to his lips and licks all your juices off. “The best fucking thing I ever tasted” he groans.

Paul pulls back as he takes one of his shirts that was laying on the bed and puts it right over your head. Instantly you’re surrounded by his scent and you inhale deeply. You moan softly at his scent, making him chuckle. He tucks you into bed before kissing your temple. “I’m gonna take a quick shower okay, I’ll be back before you know it.” You fall asleep almost immediately, never feeling it when he slides in beside you almost thirty minutes later.

When you wake in the morning, it’s because of an ache between your thighs. You whimper with need, still half asleep and not really knowing what’s happening. When you feel a tongue swipe over your clit, you gasp, your eyes flying open. As soon as you look down, you’re met with brown eyes, the specks of hazel barely visible in the dark room. Paul’s face is between your thighs, his eyes looking up at you with possessiveness and greed. “If you tell me to stop, I will. But I’ve been dying to taste you ever since last night.” He looks down, swiping a finger through your slick wetness before sliding it inside of you. All of a sudden you feel his thumb from his other hand press against your lips. “Open” he swipes it against your bottom lip and your oblige immediately. You open your mouth and he sticks it in, softly padding your tongue. “Now suck, like a lollipop baby” you do as he tells you to and suck his thumb in your mouth. You’re tongue flicking against it. “Yes, fuck baby. Gonna try that the next on my cock huh, pretty girl?” You nod and he takes his thumb out of your mouth to put all his attention to your wetness. “Such a pretty pussy” he murmurs as you moan softly, pushing your hips towards his face. “Mmm, that’s what I was hoping for.” He says before attaching his mouth to your pussy, lapping at you like it’s his last meal in life.

“Paul!” You whimper as you start grinding your wetness into his face, needing more. His nose tickles your clit as his tongue explores the inside of you. He pulls his mouth off of you as he looks up, desire in his eyes and his mouth glistening with your juices. “Say it again!” A deep growl comes from within him. “Paul..” you say as a moan as he slides a first one but then a second finger inside of you. His mouth latches back into your clit, building a frenzy inside you. You chant and moan his name over and over again as his tongue and fingers drive you towards the edge.

His fingers hook inside you as he sucks hard on your clit sending you into an body shaking and moaning mess. Your orgasm hitting you harder than you expected and you clamp your thighs shut. “Fuck!” You scream as he continues to lick and suck on you through the aftershocks. You release your hold on his head with your thighs and he gives you one final kiss on your clit. He crawls on top of you, licking your lips until you give him entrance to your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. When he pulls back, he looks at you with a very pleased look on his face.

“Now that’s what I call breakfast!”

[pocket-watcher]

Okay, but resistance is HUGE for me. Let the subject know all the hypnosis tricks and do everything in their power to not fall for them, only to slip and fall... Also, an underrated hypnosis thing is just using your voice to put them under (maybe eyes, but normal eyes). If you could at all make a story like that I would deeply appreciate it :)

We 👏 love 👏 resistance 👏 play👏

After the last story request I have a feeling we’re eating good tonight haha. Here’s something just for you though, anon :)

Yasmin eyed Rob eagerly.

“So, what is this again?” He asked, slightly disinterested.

Yasmin beamed. “I told you, it’s supposed to be a test on how much you can concentrate! Like those videos on TikTok that show you how long 30 seconds really is.”

Rob scoffed. He hated those videos, but he’d be damned if he didn’t love a challenge.

“Okay, whatever, so what do I do?”

“Just keep your eyes on mine and listen to me.”

“Easy.” He laughed.

“Breathe in and out slowly. Try and keep in time with my breathing.”

Rob slowed his breathing down to match Yasmin’s. He stared into her hazel eyes, resisting the urge to check his phone, or look around. He just stared.

How long had it been. A minute? Two minutes? He didn’t know.

“Just breathing slowly. Each breath relaxing you more. In with relaxation, out with stress. In and out. Just in and out…”

Rob did have to admit this was pretty relaxing.

“Feel yourself slipping away, your thoughts drifting by… just listening to my words and acting upon them…”

That ending was strange, right?

“Aha, what is this, some of that hypnosis crap?” He laughed, turning his head away from Yasmin.

Before he could turn, her hand was on his chins tilting his face down to meet hers.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

Rob blushed.

“H-hey, there’s no need to get all serious! I was joking. It’s not like you’re actually trying to…”

He searched her eyes for assurance.

“Y-you,” he started. “You’re trying to hypnotise me?!”

“There is no fear. No tension just my eyes. Sink down, down, down…”

“Yasmin, what the hell! I’m not going to just sit here and let you fuck with my mind!”

“Aren’t you?” She smiled.

Her eyes were no longer inviting. They were cold, calculating. And yet, Rob couldn’t look away.

“Get out of my head.” He said sternly.

“Why would you want that? Don’t you feel it? That warm pulling. That deep sensation within you telling you to give in?” She cocked her head to one side. Rob felt his own head moving to mirror her.

He grabbed the sides of his face and forced himself upright.

“As if I’d ever give in to someone trying to - to puppet me. L-like a robot.”

“Okay then. Would you like to get up and leave? You don’t seem to be doing so.”

His legs felt like lead. Rob probably couldn’t stand right now if he wanted to.

Damn it, he thought. I can fight it! I can. I just need to -

“Focus. On my voice. On my words. It would be so much easier to stop thinking and simply let me think for you.”

Rob’s eyes narrowed. Or maybe they were too heavy to keep open. Tumbling deeper. His mind slowed to a halt.

“You can’t… I won’t let you…”

“But you already have. It’s already done. You’re under my spell. Maybe you haven’t realised it yet. So let me show you.” She raised a hand.

“Raise you arm for me.”

Rob’s body reacted immediately. As hastily as he could his other arm pulled it downwards, restraining it.

“You’re adorable. How long will you keep fighting me? I’ve already won.”

“You.. you haven’t.”

“Go on, say it for me.” She purred.

“You’ve… you’ve…”

The last part of resistance left his body.

“You’ve already won…”

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Abu Dhabi 2020

-Haven’t watched a race in so long I think the intro revived me

-Really needed this, to not have a full mental breakdown after that semester

-Shortest season since 1966? Huh

-Yay Max pole!

-Oh this is Carlos’ last race with McLaren

-Why have the Ferraris qualified so far down?

-Sergio Perez p19?!

-“Max versus the Mighty Mercs” I do not approve of that phrase. Who says Mighty Mercs??

-Aww farewell messages

-DR: “55 laps, everything we got”

-“Kev, have fun buddy, love you” Kevin? Where are you going??

-“As next year the Racing Points becomes Aston Martin” Whaaat?? How have I missed that??

-“We have 20 cars remaining in this race!” Haha, the surprise

-Kimi!!! I missed you!!!

-Ooh good move from Pierre “Frenchman against Frenchman”

-Oh Sebastian’s last race with Ferrari as well. “Team orders: useless today” Ha

-Did Kevin leave Haas and then come back again?? What is happening?

-“There’s no way Norris is doing a 1 stop. He’s overdriving” I love when drivers call out other drivers

-“In this romantic world of F1, there’s Charles Leclerc going for it against his teammate whilst wearing a crash helmet that says “Thank you Sebastian”” Lol he moves me

-Fernando!! Why aren’t you on the grid!??

-Oh Lando made that move so easy for Alex??

-Miss seeing car no.3 on the grid :(

-This whole watch party is just me in my feels (finals took a lot out of me okay, don’t judge)

-Oooh Lance Stroll making moves

-I like the AlphaTauri livery

-“Vettel’s racing for himself today” Hehe

-Oh bloody hell why does this have to happen now?? I still haven’t processed Checo leaving Red Bull! He can’t retire this race too!!

-“Sporty tragedy” Absolutely hate those

-At least the VSC brings out pit stop games I guess

-Merc, Red Bull, McLaren double stack! Let’s go!

-Ferrari? Hello? No tire change?

-LH: ”That doesn’t feel like a good strategy”

-Huh maybe Ferrari played it right?

-Oh full safety car?

-Going to watch a race where Checo wins next to get over sporting tragedies

-Lewis having problems?

-Haha the way Max took off

-Charles being passed by both his present and future teammates?

-Lance?!! Oh, nvm, Charles got it back

-Carlos Sainz being investigated for driving too slow in the pit lane. Penalty?

-“You’re doing a great job. Well done” Realistically this is Ferrari encouraging Sebastian, but to me it just sounds aggravating.

-Aah Carlos!

-“If you can get past Ricciardo, it’ll make our lives easier” And then there are McLaren team radios

-Oh Lance? Again? And he makes it stick this time!

-Charles is having the worst time rn

-Alex being a threat>>>

-Why are we still on those tires Ferrari?? Clearly they’re not doing well. Charles has just lost 3 places

-Oh there he goes. Finally

-He fell to p19?!!?!!

-Hello? We were supposed to have radio subtitles this season. Where are they??

-Every race I’ve watched with Daniel in Renault has him going long (and then sometimes not being able to make up track positions again after he puts new ones on at the end)

-This whole race has just turned into a tire management test for most of these drivers

-Race so slow they’re just explaining the Mercedes engine and going over Carlos’ pending investigation again.

-Pierre’s been making moves though

-“A very boring but very satisfying Sunday evening” That sums it up pretty nicely actually

-Charles track limits?

-“13 times they’ve [Verstappen, Hamilton, Bottas] shared a podium. Only one podium away from Roseberg, Hamilton, Vettel who have shared 14” Oh how fun (I miss Roseberg, Hamilton, Vettel. Those were fun too)

-Has Daniel not pit yet?

-“Slowing down now. I think we’re going down” “Copy, stay out, stay out”

-Do we think the Sebastian and Kimi (And all the Ferrari drivers really) have nightmares over this?

-I’m being so impressed by Daniel going so long on those tires

-“Is the cliff coming then for Daniel Ricciardo?” Ohmygod, don’t jinx him

-Okay good pit stop, he didn’t lose out too much

-So annoyed that Kevin’s race is virtually going nowhere

-“Kimi Raikkonen: most experienced driver on the grid” Sigh, I miss him

-Just noticed that 10s out at front! Awesome!

-Oh wow the gap between 4 and 5 is 35s!

-Charles black and white flag?? Come on!

-Oooh Max could potentially be the youngest to ever take a grand slam win

-Just now realizing this was the shortest season since forever because of Covid

-Nooo Valterri don’t take away his fastest lap

-“Where is Lewis slow?” “He looks slow everywhere. Feedback is he looks slow everywhere” The way that was said made me burst out laughing

-Oh Ocon last lap overtake! Nice!

-Damn, Daniel stole that fastest lap.

-Aww McLaren formation

-Donuts!! Can we get a Seb one too?? Oh we got a Kevin one!

-I love how donuts look on the grid. So cool!

-Ooh la la the Mercedes parked facing each other. What a picture

-Oh wow Checo is p4 in the driver’s championship. Very cool

-Do we think the other drivers feel jealous that they don’t get to do donuts?

-Honestly why can’t everyone just do it?

[ikimaru]

Hey Sunny! So for a pretty long while now I’ve felt burned out when it comes to illustration, and it’s making me really sad because art, as much as I love it, isn’t feeling fun or good anymore. I was wondering what you do when you get burnout /if you had any advice for getting back on my feet again. I love your art and it always makes me smile when you post something new! C:

hello! aw man that sucks, I've been in a similar situation just a few months ago and then realized it had been going on for so much longer than that;;

I think first you have to figure out why you feel that way, like are you happy with the result but you don't enjoy the process? do you /like/ the topic or characters you're drawing or would drawing something else help? stuff like that 🤔

you can try remembering which things you enjoyed about drawing before, maybe u would still enjoy some of those things, and also figure out if there's other new things you'd like to try out!

as for me, bc I usually need to get stuff done, I'm used to just keep drawing no matter what haha but it reached a point where it got so bad once I realized what was happening, I actually had to slow down and figure those things out and it took me like.. 6 months but it was better after that

I hope you can figure it out, and thank you so much! 💛

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART ONE : CHAPTER THREE

pairing: jake sully x human!fem!reader

summary: in which you and tsu'tey meet again

warnings: none

word count: 2.5k

author's note: yeah, i can't stop writing this haha. hope you guys like. and yes i am still working on requests, it's a slow progress with school.

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The tufts of hair growing in on the sides of Jake’s head was evident of the time going by.

It has been two months since Grace, Jake, and Norm had become your roommates. Things have been a bit better. Jake and Norm weren’t arguing as much anymore. Grace must’ve said something to him to get him to cooperate. He was still a bit snippy some days but there were a lot less fights now.

The relationship between you and Jake had become better as well. You had officially become his language tutor since Norm opted out of it and Jake for some reason preferred you as a teacher rather than the former. You guessed it was to get on your nerves, which wasn’t all that farfetched.

But the good news was that he was getting better with the Na’vi training. And it seemed that he was getting closer and closer to becoming one of the Omatikaya.

Jake pushed away from the table after finishing his breakfast and rolled toward his link bed. You followed him, still eating some of your cereal.

“Alrighty, are you actually ready this time?” You asked as he hoisted himself up into the bed.

“Yep, for the fourth time today.” Jake smirked up at you as he placed his legs onto the bed.

“Mhmm, you said that last time and you spent hours ranting about the direhorses you kept falling off of.” You poked at his ears. “Are you ready to listen?” You kept poking at the side of his head, “Because I’m pretty sure your teacher isn’t as patient as I am with you, Puppet.”

He swatted your hand away, “Why don’t you just come with me? Make sure I’m learning, professor.”

“Funny.” You rolled your eyes before closing the link bed up and connecting him to his avatar. “Good luck, idiot.”

Jake met up with Neytiri as usual that day. She told him they would continue riding direhorses today and keep trying until he managed to stay on. It was embarrassing falling off of it every time but at least you weren’t there to witness it.

Instead of you witnessing it though, it was Tsu’tey, who had decided to come and watch Neytiri’s progress in training Jake.

And of course, the man had to laugh when Jake once again fell off the damn direhorse. “Training this demon is pointless!” Tsu’tey sneered down at Jake from his own horse, obviously trying to prove that compared to him he was practically a baby or useless. “He can’t even stand upright!”

“Quiet, Tsu’tey!” Neytiri muttered with a roll of her eyes, “You are being distracting.”

Tsu’tey scoffed, raising his chin higher as he scowled at Jake, “I feel only pity for you. Having to train this fool.”

Jake pushed himself to his feet, about done with the warrior’s taunting. “Sorry to disappoint you, brother.”  Neytiri looked surprised and Tsu'tey scowl only grew uglier when they realized Jake just spoke in Na’vi. And pretty well at that. Jake smirked victoriously as he continued in English. “I am still learning but if you’re such a tough guy, why don’t you train me instead?”

Neytiri smacked his arm, “Stop it! You are in no place to challenge him, you skxawng!”

“Well, he says I’m still a baby, why don’t I show him what I’ve learned?” Jake knew he was being stupid and maybe a little too hard headed at the moment. But really, he couldn’t care less. He was tired of Tsu’tey taunting him and not being able to do a thing about it. He then hissed to Neytiri in Na’vi, “And I may be a skxawng but he’s a dickhead—”

“Hey! Demon!” Tsu’tey hopped down from his direhorse.

Jake squared his shoulders, “What now?”

Neytiri stepped between them, giving Tsu’tey a leveled and intense look, “Don’t start.”

Tsu’tey didn’t respond to her but he didn’t move any closer either. Now that Jake was actually looking at him, he realized Tsu’tey looked curious and a little irritated. “So you speak our language now, huh? Who taught you? You didn’t speak like that days ago!”

Jake furrowed his brows, “I’m not a master at it, like I said I’m still learning—”

“No.” Tsu’tey narrowed his eyes at him. What was this guy’s problem? “Who taught you?”

“How do you know Neytiri didn’t?” Jake questioned, not wanting to give your name away to this guy. He’d probably start coming at you if he did.

Neytiri glanced between the two of them before replying cautiously, “The way you speak. It reminds us of—”

Tsu’tey suddenly stalked away, surprising them both as he hopped back on the direhorse. He said something else in Na’vi toward Neytiri. Jake didn’t recognize the words that well enough but he was sure one of them were “she” and “still there” Then he rode off and left them alone in the forest.

“What’s his problem?” Jake asked, watching the spot where Tsu’tey just was curious.

“It is nothing.” Neytiri shook her head but there was something unreadable in her expression. It was the first time Jake had seen something so foreign on the woman’s face it almost made him want to pry more. But Neytiri was smacking his arm and scowling at him again, “Come. Let us continue. We are wasting daylight.”

“So, how’d it go?” You hear Grace ask Jake when you stepped out of your lab for the day. Really, you were surprised that Jake was back while the sun was still up in the sky. Usually, he’d come back at night, sometimes toward dawn.

Jake sat up with a grunt, “You know, falling on my ass as usual. Nothin’ new.”

“Hmm, well go ahead and log it all. While it’s still fresh.” Grace gestured to one of the cameras as she went toward the fridge.

He stared at her in disbelief and exhaustion, “Seriously?”

“Mhmm, while it’s still fresh, Sully.” Grace then noticed you and frowned, “Stop standing there in the dark  like a creep and help me make some dinner, Tinkers.”

“I’m not being a creep.” You mumble before walking over toward the little stove. “All we have is beans, I hope you like that.”

Jake shrugged as he got himself into his wheelchair, “I’m okay with beans.”

“Norm, what about you?” Grace called toward the back where the cots were. There was a grunt in reply. “Sounds like a yes to me.”

In the next hour, you and Grace have fixed dinner just as Jake had finished up with his log. Despite the reason for him actually being here, you had to admit that he was improving, especially with the Na’vi language. It’s still a slow process but, you had at least gotten him to be able to hold a conversation.

“How is the village?” You ask him as the three of you ate at the table. Norm was still in the back sulking despite Grace calling him to dinner multiple times. Jake looked at you curiously when you addressed him in Na’vi. You smirked, “In order for you to get better, I have to keep you on your toes, Sully.”

Jake smiled at you, eyes twinkling. “The village is beautiful. The people are still warming up to me but…” He switched to English when his eyes glazed over in thought. “It’s like a whole other world, you know? I almost feel like they’re slowly starting to accept me.”

There was this look on his face when he talked about the Na’vi. You’ve started to notice it as of recently. It wasn’t a look of indifference anymore but instead it was soft, almost fond, and maybe longing. Perhaps you were reading too much into things, perhaps Grace’s hope in him was beginning to naively rub off on you.

Grace ruffled your hair with a grin, “Looks like you make a great teacher, Tinkers.” You gave a sheepish smile, swatting her hand away. “Even after all these years, you’re still a great teacher, you know?”

Jake now looked at you curiously, “You were a teacher? At Grace’s school?”

You cringed and shook your head, “No, no, I was just her assistant.”

“She filled in for me on days when I couldn’t be there.” Grace continued boasting. “The kids adored her, sometimes I feel like they favored you over me.”

“Stop it, Augustine.” You try to scold but the smile on your face couldn’t be fought. Jake laughed at your expression, almost adoringly. You continue quietly, “I hardly did a thing.”

Grace rolled her eyes, “Quit being humble, you know you like the praise.”

Your face grew warm as you avoided both their gazes, “Whatever—can we just eat, please?” Jake was still glancing at you curiously and you sighed, “What?”

“So you do have an avatar somewhere?” He nodded his head around the space, “You keepin’ it hidden?”

“Maybe. What’s it to you?”

Grace got up, “Alright you two, enough flirting. Tinkers, help me clean this mess up—”

“Um, holy shit!” All three of you turned your heads to find Norm, who had crawled out of his sulking hole, staring out the window next to the kitchenette. “I think someone’s here to see us.”

You furrowed your brows as Grace rushed toward the window as well, her jaw going slack, “Holy fuck…”

“What?” You asked, now standing.

Jake rolled away from the table and appeared next to you, “Who’s out there?”

Grace looked to you, eyes alight, “It’s Mo’at. She’s here!”

You froze, unsure of what you had heard until Grace started rushing around to find a mask for both her and you. Once Grace forced one in your hands, that’s when you snapped out of your daze and realized what she said was actually true. Before putting your mask on, you caught a glimpse out the window to indeed see wings from an ikran.

Grace yanked your arm and dragged you outside to greet your visitors. The sun was beginning to set and your eyes cleared when you saw the familiar Tsahik standing before you. And next to her was someone you hadn’t seen in years, not since the fall of Grace’s school.

“So this is where you have been hiding?” Mo’at addressed Grace first. You had forgotten how small you were compared to the Na’vi, it had been so long since you even stood next to one.

Your eyes then landed on Tsu’tey who was already looking at you. “Tsamsiyu.” You called him. “It has been a long time.'' You tapped two fingers against your heart twice. “Two hearts. One beat.”

He mimicked you, tapping his fingers against his chest. “Tsmuke.” Tsu’tey huffed but there was a glimpse of familiarity between you two, “I thought I was losing my mind.” He crossed his arms and raised a brow, “So you are teaching that demon our language.”

You mirror his posture, “How else is he supposed to fit in?”

“I rather not have an outsider in the clan that I would lead one day.” Tsu’tey huffed but his malic wasn’t toward you. “He is too much of a demon to ever be considered Na’vi.”

“Aah, don’t be harsh.” You sighed, glancing toward Grace and Mo’at who were also in a conversation between each other. You looked over your shoulder back at the station to find both Norm and Jake watching from the window. Jake frowning once your eyes locked briefly. You turned back to Tsu’tey, “I was once a demon to you. I am a demon.”

Tsu’tey frowned, face softening just a bit, “You were different. You are different.”

A part of you wanted to protest this but you saw no use in arguing over something that pointless, “Well, this demon is saying the other demon is not that bad. Give him a little chance? For me?”

He did not give you a response right away when Mo’at announced that they were leaving now. You noticed in the corner of your eye that Grace was smiling and even through the mask her eyes were a lot brighter. Mo’at was the first to leave on her ikran after giving you a quiet acknowledging nod.

Tsu’tey got on his and was just about to take off as well, “You owe me a fight, tsmuke!” And then he took off into the night.

For a moment, you watched as he got smaller the further he flew away until Grace pulled at your arm, a grin on her face, “Tinkers! Did you hear?”

“What?” You furrow your brows at her.

“We get to go to the village. She’s allowed us back.”

You were so startled that no words had come out of your mouth. Not even when Grace rushed back inside the station with you trailing behind, still in disbelief. It wasn’t until Norm closed the door and you reluctantly took off your mask did you find the words. “Are you serious, Grace?”

Instead of responding to you, Grace turned to Jake who was already watching you. He seemed to do that a lot, you realized. “What did you do?”

You met Jake’s eyes with a raised eyebrow before he responded, “I, um, I convinced Mo’at to allow the two of you back. I honestly didn’t think she would actually consider it.”

Grace looked on in disbelief as she sat in the chair, “Son of a bitch. I think you just replaced Tinkers as my favorite.”

You snapped your head toward her, “Wait—I was your favorite—hey no fair!”

“When you manage to top that, I’ll consider putting you back as my favorite.” Grace shrugged, an amused smile on her face. She then turned to Jake, “No but really, thank you.”

Jake nodded with a smile. You took a seat at the small table as well, still in disbelief. “Yeah, Puppet, thanks.”

He rolled over to the table, tilting his head out the window where you had been, “I didn’t know you knew Tsu’tey.”

“I met him around the time Grace’s school was open. Same with Neytiri and Mo’at.” You smiled softly, thinking back to those memories you never thought you’d ever look back at.

“So he was a student?” Norm asked while chowing down on his beans.

You shook your head, “He was around my age when we first met, so he would’ve been older than the children we taught.”

“You guys sounded close.” Norm pointed out thoughtfully.

You shrugged, “I guess we were in a way.”

“Mmm.” Jake responded quietly. Suddenly, he pushed away from the table, “I’m gonna head to bed.”

At the mention of bed, you suddenly felt the exhaustion finally catching up to you, causing you to stand as well, “Yeah, I should turn in too.” Grace was looking at you weirdly and Norm kept glancing from you to Jake. You furrow your brows, “What?”

Grace just shook her head as she walked toward the back where Jake had retreated, “You two are such idiots, honestly.”

You frown in confusion and look at Norm, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged.

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[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. A) Itmf fics where wwx is actually a servant. B) Or has a specialized skill that is not cultivation related, possibly one he's known for?

1A)

The Myrmidon by Basingstoke (E, 33k, wangxian, NHS/WWX, LXC/JGY, major character death, graphic depictions of violence, underage, WWX raised as a servant, spiritual weapons, gusu summer camp, Flirting, they're young, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, War, WIP) sadly this is probably never going to be finished, but the WIP is great on the concept of wwx actually being raised as a servant to the jiang household

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2. Itmf any fics that readers of this lovely blog absolutely adore. Their favorite fic, and please tell us why! :D Did it have beautiful writing? A plot you think about even ages later? Introduce a new idea or change ur mind about a rare pair? Was it a tearjerker, or make you laugh till you cried? Did it make you warm and fuzzy to read, or scare the bajeezis out of you? Let us know! :D

The Bunnies and The Roomba: A Love Story by Nikki373 (T, 6k, wangxian, modern, Fluff, Humor, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Siblings, Siblings Try and Are Trying, College/University, 1 if by phone; 2 if by text; 3 if by mouth, Kisses, Romance, Falling In Love, LXC is the eternal captain of the good ship Wangxian) I adore The Bunnies and the Roomba by Nikki373. It's a hilarious and sweet story that I believe is hugely under-appreciated.

The Fifth Type of Non-Contact Force by Caixx (Not Rated, 83k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Fluff and Humor, Actually Somewhat Canon, Mutual Pining, Horny Teenagers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Graphic Smut) this fic has been on my mind a lot lately!!! i love the yearning and exploring the complexities of their relationship in this setting. i also just love the way the author's prose

ruined me with your regard by laallomri (T, 46k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Slice of Life, Introspection, Epistolary, it is not all letters but there are quite a lot of letters, Discussion of Canon Events, Pining) there's so much lyricism and elegance and emotion and I keep going back to it every time I need it.

Keep Holding On by abCEE (M, 316k, JYL & WWX & JC, wangxian, canon divergence, demonic cultivator JYL, YLLZ JYL, yunmeng siblings dynamics, role reversal, ghost general WQ, sunshot campaign, angst w/ happy ending, established relationship, accidental baby acquisation, PTSD) I’ve always LOVED roleswap AUs, and this one is the most in-depth one for mdzs. I’ve always loved reading WWX in JYL’s role just because I have the inner need to see him doted on and loved like she is, and this has all of that. Even past that, everyone in this fic is very fleshed out and all of the arcs still follow the og mdzs timeline, but have just enough divergence so it’s fresh!

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3. Itmf wwx and wicked musical crossovers. Esp anything that uses/has the vibes of the song "no good deed goes unpunished"

it's not *technically* a fic, but I think the asker would enjoy this song parody

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4. pretty sure this answered this before, but i couldnt find it for the life of me. im looking for fics where jiang cheng (usually its him) makes wwx be forgotten or erased from the timeline and things just go downhill from there. if its bashing or at least not friendly to the other characters its preferably

The Way It Wasn’t by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)

Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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5. hello and thank you for all that you do. i was hoping you could help me with the itmf post and share some fics of wei wuxian’s core getting restored, perhaps with a focus on dual cultivation being the cause of it? and if none come to mind then what other fics handle the restoration of wei wuxian’s core well and stand out?

🔒 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 117k, WIP, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, …eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, like really unreasonable amounts of pining, Slow Burn)

The Core Issue by Hauntcats (T, 21k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Canon Divergence) WWX meditates his core back, not realising he's actually taking his own core back from JC

Golden Core Reveal / Golden Core Fix-It Comp

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6. Hello Mods! 😃 for ITMF I was wondering if there are any fics that

A) have LXC be angry at JGY for everything that happened/he did, or just let LXC be angry at JGY

B) do something with WWX being the Yunmeng jiang head-disciple, like focusing in on that or it being a plot point or something like that

C) show JYL and WWX being close and spending time just with each other, - I can't really find any where get to do that without JC being there and while I like Yunmeng trio I would like to see them have a bond independent of him

thanks! 😃 and have a great day!

6A)

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) in 12 moons and a fortnight verse, there's this lovely scene (and I belive it also is recurring addressed through the series to various degrees of lxc dealing with how he feels about jgy and what jgy had done) where lxc *spoiler alert* has a rebellious breakdown and starts slashing up the Lan rules with his sword *end spoiler*

There's a fic that I can't find yet, its short (tagged angst) where lxc hurts himself with his sword in guanyin temple as leverage so jgy doesn't hurt wwx. he's either angry or cold toward him iirc

6B)

Check out "First Disciple WWX" under The Untamed fandom here

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) (Link in 6A) literally the opening premise of 12 moons and a fortnight is based around the training that wwx received as the first disciple. He was always intended to be jc's second in command - who could even lead the sect in his absence or injury etc

🔒 Heart's Courage by RighteousInAdversity (T, 19k, wangxian, WWX & WQ, NMJ & WWX, WWX & Yunmeng Jiang Disciples, WWX & WN, Lotus Pier, Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Destruction | Golden Core Melting, WWX has a Golden Core, Genius WWX, Jiāng Family Critical, not Jiang family friendly, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, BAMF WWX, Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon JC Characteristics, Jiang Family Has A Redemption Arc, WWX Still Leaves Lotus Pier, not YZY friendly, Bad Parent YZY, not JC Friendly, As for JFM and JYL, not Bashing exactly, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia)

6C)

it's a long road but we're not alone by Stratisphyre (M, 62k, wangxian, JYL & WWX, LWJ & LJY, LJY & LSZ & JL & OYZZ, Canon Divergence, Not Everyone Dies, Canon-Typical Violence, Parenthood, Grief/Mourning, Family Feels, Reunions, Golden Core Reveal, Getting Together)

Atlas by Folderol (T, 2k, JYL & WWX, JYL & YZY, JYL & SL, JC & JYL & WWX, Child Neglect, Metaphors for living life with a cultivation disability)

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7. Hi!! for itmf, could i ask for ppl's fave canon dynamics authors? (self-recs very welcome!!) i was advised to avoid untagged E-rated fics but then i feel like i'm missing some great fics, so i'd love some help! thank you!! 🙏🏽💙

hi! i asked for 7, and i didn't wanna over-explain, but since it was asked, maybe you could add this to the itmf to clarify, if it's not a bother? 😅 thank you

i do mean top lwj and bottom wwx (only because sometimes the other dynamic can get a little ooc, which is fine, put the blorbos in situations! but not what i'm looking for currently), but /also/ canon dynamics for me means exploring while keeping their personalities: lwj being mean and bitey and awkward, but respectful when it counts, wwx being bratty but confident and enthusiastic. both dom & helpless waif wwx are interesting headcanons rather than canon to me. (also cnc/breeding kink r nice but not obligatory ofc adskjkfs)

tl;dr basically i've been 4+ years in this lovely fandom, and i feel im still not done appreciating the thoughtful way mxtx writes the characters and their dynamics, literally none of her MCs or MLs can be called 'typical' in BL standards

these authors do mostly tag their works but to be sure: 🔒kizukatana, diamondbruise, and saltyfeathers are some of my faves

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8. i’m in the mood for fic where wwx is a talisman genius! @efavs

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 712k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) This is absolutely *the* fic about WWX being a talisman genius

🔒 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 117k, WIP, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

💖 Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) his main invention is an array but talismans too

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9. For itmf, does anyone have any recs where folks treat wwx gently? Thanks!

🔒 Instead by apathyinreverie (T, 27k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, like self-indulgently so, by way of dark(er) gusu lan, manipulative elders, but in a good way, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, of sorts, not Jiang friendly, not really gusu lan friendly either, not particularly friendly towards anyone really, aside from wangxian of course, Cultivation World Critical, Sunshot Campaign, Fluff, Politics, Courting Rituals, possibly implied mpreg, Genius WWX, Talismans, No demonic cultivation, but wwx is still the lynchpin of the war, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ) (link in #11) depending on your definition, instead (in #11) counts for #9 as well?

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10. ITMF fics where jiangs are actually a family. Like not that they're only fam in name and are living together like in canon.

The Late Great Custody Debate by stiltonbasket (G, 9k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, JC & WWX & JYL, modern, Domestic Fluff, baby a-yuan, Single Parent WWX, LWJ is a confused rabbit owner, nielan are married, nhs is: xoxo gossip girl, Custody Arrangements, engagement, Confused WWX, WWX voice: if i'm the one with the kid why are you suing ME for child support?, LWJ kills his own love life in the worst way, Happy Ending)

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11. Hi! For itmf, does anyone know of any fics where JC and LWJ find WWX in Burial Mounds after Wen Chao throws him in there but before WWX learns to conduct resentful energy? Like, they scoop him up and rush him to healers and WWX never goes down the single plank bridge?

🔒 Instead by apathyinreverie (T, 27k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, like self-indulgently so, by way of dark(er) gusu lan, manipulative elders, but in a good way, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, of sorts, not Jiang friendly, not really gusu lan friendly either, not particularly friendly towards anyone really, aside from wangxian of course, Cultivation World Critical, Sunshot Campaign, Fluff, Politics, Courting Rituals, possibly implied mpreg, Genius WWX, Talismans, No demonic cultivation, but wwx is still the lynchpin of the war, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ)

Hope Dangling by a String by KouriArashi (M, 70k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, everyone lives, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, psychic bond, telepathy, communication, emotional/psychological abuse, jiang family feels, lan family feels, canon-typical violence, canon-typical politics, improper use of sacred forehead ribbons, gratuitous hair washing) I'm not sure if this counts or not for 11. Lwj saved wwx just a few days after he's thrown in the burial grounds, but wwx still learns demonic cultivation. He's never alone though, and has support from lwj and his family

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12. Hi!! Is there any fic where Wy is indeed Jfm's illegitimate son?

leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, lesbian wq rights, Music, Orchestra, platonic and romantic pining)

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13. For your next itmf I’d like to find fics that focus on wwx’s kindness. It can be any setting except a/b/o. I just want to read stories where we see his kindness and generosity shining through.

Thanks for all your help.

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14. Are there any fics in which wangxian are in military? @constellationdks

囍 | a ghost wedding by sweetlolixo (E, 11k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Ghost wedding, Pining LWJ, Ghost Groom LWJ, Corpsefucking in the most romantic way possible, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Explicit Sex, Love at First Sight) probably not quite what OP wants, but LWJ is technically military in this fic

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15. Explicit ITMF! I recently reread the incense burner extra and I would just love to read some more stories where wwx is already soft and open without prep because of their everyday! Thank you lovely mods and reccers (novel dynamics only please!)

To Know, To Be Known series by cqlorphan (E, 38k, wangxian, Cock Warming, Multiple Orgasms, Marathon Sex, Under-negotiated Kink, Porn with Feelings, Aftercare, Dom/sub Undertones, Established Relationship, let LWJ get railed agenda, LWJ Learns Some Things about himself, sex tears, gratuitous use of names, Begging, Kink Discovery, Post-Canon, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Switching, Light Bondage, Blow Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Let wwx get tied up but also let lwj railed, Repressed LWJ, and his journey to sexual abandon aided by, Inventor WWX, Cock Rings, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Dildos, Rimming, Edging) a treat really this entire series, mentions of u what u asked for AND lwj being soft and open w/o prep as a bonus

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16. hello! are there any fic recs or lists about a Lan Sizhui Sect Heir? thank you! @mexicantransman

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17. Does anyone know of any WangXian Sentinel/Guide aus? Sentinels are kind of like superhumans with heightened physical senses, and Guides are like empaths and/or mind readers. The two usually bond with and balance each other.

Hyperprosexia by malkinmalkout (E, 192k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Sentinels & Guides, Sentinel WWX, Guide LWJ, Empath LWJ, Slow Burn, Rivals to Lovers, Fluff and Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, WWX POV, LWJ POV, Tags Contain Spoilers, Telepathy, Marriage, outsider pov, they have a kid, Telepathic Sex, Rough Sex, public exhibition, breath play, Rimming)

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

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Unintentional (Not Really)

Miguel O’Hara x Gender Neutral! Reader

When on a mission between just Miguel and yourself, things go not as planned: not at all. Miguel thinks he might lose the reader, and finds he's more attached to you than he thought he was.

Leave it to this movie to break me out of my writing break, haha! Fastest I’ve ever written a one-shot this long. Enjoy! Also on AO3 here.

WC: 4,125k

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Miguel was… well, to put it concisely, very interesting.

The very last thing you expected was to become a Spider, and even less than that did you expect there to be a hub of Spider people all in one place far in the future… to be honest, you were more surprised about there being a (very much needed) therapist Spider-Man and a kitchen-café-food-area-thing than you were to know that there were multiple dimensions in which each Spider dealt with. You were subtly appreciative of being in a universe where technology had had plenty of time to improve, granting you the luxury of fanfic. No one needed to know that was why you were able to understand the concept of Canon events so quickly.

You had just wrapped up a mission containing an anomaly, silently snacking on a banana you snagged on the way to Miguel’s office as he oh so slowly descended from his platform. He may be cute, but you were tempted to tamper with the damn thing if it meant you didn’t have to waste precious seconds waiting for him to speak. Who was he, Batman? He was also lucky the back view while you waited was so visually appealing… you made sure to keep your face calm, lips twitching to smile like a gremlin at your thoughts. 

You had been partnered with Mr. Spider-Punk himself. While you and Hobie got along swimmingly, you knew you would always be delegated debriefing duty when it came down to speaking to Miguel. It was both a perk and a massive disadvantage when you were tired and no longer felt the urge to speak for the rest of the day. Today was one of those days, though you will pat yourself on the back for not growing too impatient today as your thoughts traveled to your comfy bed, it’s soft sheets you recently washed, pillows fluffy and decadent—man, you were tired. You’d probably be hangry too if you hadn’t snagged that banana. It would have to do for now. You could swear you hear Hobie snicker behind you, as if he could read your thoughts. 

Glancing lazily over to the ever slow platform, you’re mildly surprised to see that Miguel is looking right back at you, eyes glowing a subtle red in the low lit room. You straighten out, swallowing your bite of banana before speaking.

“It almost feels like you came down quicker today,” you start, tone friendly. “Everything went as usual. Or, ideal, I suppose I should say.”

Miguel’s face was in its usual slight frown, the pout of his lips appealing to your eyes as always. “You closed a tear in a universe’s most frequently trafficked area and that’s the extent of your report?” 

You swallow another bite of banana, blinking. “I could go into detail on how I almost fell into said tear—in which I did thank Hobie for saving me—but I don’t think that’s very interesting or relevant. I’m quite tired, your majesty.”

Miguel sighs, fingers rising to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“I’ll read your report later, then.”

“Mhm.” You hum, eating the last section of your banana, chucking it in a nearby trash can. Perks of spider-sense, you didn’t even need to look. 

“Dismissed, then?” Hobie chimes in, rising from the table he snuck over to lay on somehow during your conversation.

“..Dismissed.” Miguel sighs again, already turning back towards his holographic monitors. Hobie needed no more words as he nodded his head at you in goodbye before beelining for the doors. 

“I keep telling you you’re going to have even more wrinkles on that pretty face of yours if you keep sighing and frowning all the time,” you call out before he can start rising back up. Miguel stills for a brief second, a quarter of his face hidden from your view as you smile slightly. “And get some rest while you’re at it. I know I will.”

“The fate of the multiverse—“

“Yes, yes, I know, O’Hara. Goodnight.” You wave over your shoulder as you depart, hand raising to your mouth to cover the yawn you let out.

Your relationship with Miguel was probably no different from everybody else. You had your moments where you’d feel you’d become amiable at the very least, given how often you had to speak to the guy. He made you nervous at first, being a terribly attractive person, but he was intense. There was an air around him that seemed to push others away—subconsciously, instinctively? Maybe both. It didn’t help that he seemed to align with your (questionable?) type of men. It was also hard to continue to be nervous when he had a baby crawling all over him whenever Peter B. swung by, and even less so when his serious moments were broken by his AI, Lyla. Miguel was surprisingly… cute. You could imagine the multitude of others that know him looking at you as if you had grown two heads and four arms. What’s not to like about fangs? Tall men? Very muscular, quiet, brooding, men? 

Hm. You were starting to see why they might look at you that way.

One thing you learned from your still short experience as a Spider, however, was the importance of time. You—well, thanks to Miguel, you kind of can—never know when the last time you will be able to speak or see someone is, and unfortunately one of the reasons why is death. It breaks your spirit just to reminisce on what could have been. 

As you became more comfortable around Miguel, you began to test the waters on what to say and how he’d react. Tomorrow is rarely ever guaranteed in your line of work, so if you had to push past a massive spring of nerves to flirt with your hot coworker you might never see again, then dammit that was what you were going to do. He wasn’t really one to react much outwardly to your small advances, but he wasn’t exactly protesting them completely either. One time when you were out for about a week due to your own universe’s conflicts, you could’ve sworn you felt the man staring at you longer than usual when you were silent upon your return. You were eating at the Spider-Cafeteria, and was surprised to see Miguel there. There was always a 30/50 chance you’d see him anywhere except his office, the odds rising to 50/50 on empanada days. There wasn’t really much to say, but as you got up to put your used dishes on the return rack, he spoke.

“No drink?”

Your eyes widen a bit as you turn back around to face him, pleasantly surprised. You smile. “Nah, but I guess I could grab some water. It’s not really something I think of when it comes to soup.” You chuckle for a few seconds.

“Here.” Almost like a magic trick, Miguel slides a small bottle of water towards you, silent as you blink back at him. Well, he is Spider-Man. You guess there could be other things to be more surprised by. 

“Oh. Thanks, Miguel.” Your smile widens a bit more as you take the bottle from him, your hand brushing against his (you totally did that on purpose). 

“I think he liiikess youuu.” 

The two of you jump at the sound of a new voice, eye contact breaking.

“Lyla.”

“I had to say something. This tension is drawing out a little too long for me–”

“LYLA–” Miguel swats at where she floats in between the two of you, large hands just a millimeter away from yourself. You briefly wonder how the size of said hands would compare to the size of your waist. Lyla appears in a different spot behind Miguel, smirking.

“Outta hereeee.” She winks at you before disappearing completely. You’re greeted with the delicious sight of Miguel’s shoulders and back sagging slightly, muscles contracting with his movement. You honestly found it pretty cute how despite how many times Lyla has no doubt teased this man to hell and back, he still reaches to grab her as if she has a physical form to do so. You keep your giggle to yourself, smile betraying your lack of laughter. You decide to give him a break today, turning back around to get rid of your dishes. 

“Thanks again for the water, Miguel.” You shake the bottle over your shoulder as you walk away, confidence and mirth fueling each step.

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Well… damn. 

You’re actually pretty pissed that this rhino out of all the other ones you’ve seen and dealt with is giving you this much trouble. It was only yourself and Miguel on this mission, so it seemed pretty low difficulty. That difficulty was raised the moment he decided to plow through the city and onto one of its main bridges, surrounded by cars and–you guessed it–people. This Rhino was actually quite smart compared to the others. You heave a sigh as you swing around gathering another group of civilians to safety, narrowly avoiding a large chunk of building that flew your way as the Rhino surged forward elsewhere. That was Miguel’s problem until you completely cleared the area. Times like this made you appreciate that your universe wasn’t surrounded by skyscrapers like this one was. The more damage the Rhino did, the more nervous you subconsciously got. 

The fucker was pretty strong too. Every time either of your webs hit or tried to wrap around him, it’d almost immediately snap off, either because of the velocity of how fast he was running, or something he must’ve had added to his suit that would burn it off, leaving useless wisps in its wake. You both needed to find a solution, and fast. It would be hard to find a way to trap him in open terrain, and no point in really trapping him if he can just break through (so far) every damn thing. Your mind was scrambling to find solutions amidst the chaos, temples pulsing. You’d likely have to brute strength it out. You let out another sigh.

You were sure he didn’t need you to tell him, but it’d look like Miguel would need to get as close as he could in order to bite him, leaving the Rhino paralyzed and motionless for capture. Miguel was actually keeping up a great pace with him, it was the whole not killing innocent civilians thing that comes with being Spider-Man that was making things difficult; placed in a crowded city to boot. 

You’re grateful the next group you escort is the last, spider-sense not picking up anything else for now. You swing around two nearby twin towers, using the antennae sticking out from the top to catapult yourself to Miguel.

“It’s bite time!” You yell out, getting straight to the point as you swing to keep your momentum, right behind Miguel. “We’re gonna have to brute force our way out of this.”

“I know!” He responds, swinging in tandem. “I think we’re going to have to rely on all these now empty cars coming up. My signal.”

You look forward, the end of the bridge the only thing in sight. While the bridge wasn’t over a large body of water, you weren’t keen on falling off the side today if the plan falls through. The bridge transitions into a narrow tunnel, tight, but not impossible for the Rhino to fit through at all. You couldn’t see inside it, but there were a good amount of rocks outside it, connecting to a surrounding mountain.

You had worked with Miguel often enough that you didn’t need to verbally communicate when in battle, him turning to nod to you being all you needed before grabbing as many cars as you could and pulling them together with your webs to make obstacles for the Rhino in attempts to slow him down. You couldn’t help but laugh at the view you had from up above. This must be how scientists feel looking at their rodent subjects. 

You hit the ground for a second for more stability as you grab another car with both webs, using the leftover momentum to spin yourself and throw the car in the Rhino’s direction, a grin stretching across your features under your mask as it successfully hits. You flinch as it explodes. You forgot cars might do that. Hm. You were just glad it wasn’t you.

Miguel flies through the explosion smoke, using the distraction as a chance to get close as the Rhino staggers. He lands on his back, sinking his talons into his skin to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. 

The Rhino yells out, trying to shake Miguel off to no avail. Miguel stays low, avoiding the Rhino’s horns from touching him as you see his mask fade away. You couldn’t help the excitement that flared up in you no matter how hard you tried at the sight of Miguel’s fangs. You always thought they were pretty cool, not that he needed to know that. 

Just as Miguel goes in to bite, your senses jump to alert, spotting the reason a second too late.

This Rhino also had a self-destruct in its suit. Great.

You don’t even get to yell out a warning before light is all you see, your body flying back hard into something also oh-so-unluckily for you, harder. Yeah, you weren’t a fan of the big city at all. 

You blearily feel around for your surroundings, crying out at the sudden sharp pain that emerges from your abdomen. That can’t be good. 

You keep blinking until your vision clears, immediately searching for Miguel. You spot him not too far from the Rhino, also on the floor, but relatively unharmed. You sigh in relief. The Rhino also looked unharmed for the most part, to your dismay. He was however, now left without a suit, which meant less obstacles for Miguel. You weren’t too far from them either, but you definitely weren’t close. They were stopped right in front of the entrance to the tunnel, still gathering their bearings. You could tell the Rhino would get up and keep moving soon.

You attempt to move again, but the pain is too intense. You finally glance down to assess the damages, a sharp intake of breath leaving you motionless. 

You had collided with a nearby abandoned car, and were very much inside of it via a damaged windshield. Shards of glass surrounded and were inside you, some minor, some probably very bad. You reach up cautiously to your face, feeling parts of your mask torn as well. You take a breath to steady yourself and try not to panic. You were going to catch that fucking rhino whether it was on your last breath or not. It was extremely personal now.

You manage to maneuver yourself until your front is sticking out of the windshield, trying not to aggravate the pieces of glass that you deemed too dangerous to take out. You spot a nearby car and spray out your web, dragging yourself out on your back. You’d have to ignore the stinging for now. You see Miguel starting to get up as well, and call out to him.

“You have to go NOW, O’Hara!” You cough, body running cold at the taste of iron in your mouth. “Quick!”

His head snaps over at the sound of your voice, body stilling as the words he had ready to say die on his tongue. It takes a blink from you for him to land in front of you, on his knees as he cradles your head. 

“What,” He attempts to compose himself, and you can’t help but let out a small puff of a chuckle at the sight. You may have wanted him to hold you at some point, but definitely not like this. “What did you–what were you–” He takes another breath. Your heart aches at the slight tremor in his voice, and the feel of his talons digging slightly into your skin that he doesn’t seem to have noticed has come out. 

“I.. definitely didn’t plan on flying into a windshield today.” You attempt to joke. You hated seeing him so upset. You had never seen him like this before, and it was starting to scare you. You must look pretty on the brink of death. Your breathing starts to pick up at the thought. 

You catch movement in the corner of your eye. Oh, man.

Your eyes flick back to Miguel. “You need to move.” His face remains tight, expression at a loss for what to do. “Just do what we usually do: kick ass.” Your attempt to smirk is interrupted by another blood filled cough. 

“Hey.” You try again, your hand finding his. You grip it as tight as you can. “I’ll be fine. Take me out on a date after this and we’ll call it even. I don’t know what’s gonna happen after this, so make it a good one, okay?” 

Before he has the chance to respond back you move your head out of his lap, rolling over sharply to aim at the rocks surrounding the tunnel entrance and pull, the pain in your abdomen nearly causing you to black out. You fall forward back onto the ground, stomach down. Your body seems to make the choice to knock out for you this time, the sound of crashing rocks and the feeling of blood rushing out of you is the last thing you remember.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Beep. Beep.

Bee–

Your eyes snap open, greeted with the sight of white walls and ceiling. 

You were alive, great! But damn did your body hurt. You felt the pinch of an IV in your arm as you shifted to get more comfortable, looking around. They must’ve had you on some pretty good pain killers if a small ache in your limbs was the extent of your pain thus far. Looking down, you see a hospital gown donned on your body, and bandages were wrapped practically everywhere. You hated that the first thought that came to your mind was wondering how you were going to pee. You don’t think there were any bandages down there…

You take a peek under your gown. 

All good.

Taking an even longer survey of the room, you realize you got lucky. No one else was there. Yet. You were aware of how close you were cutting it at the time. If Miguel’s face before you passed out was any indication, there was at least someone that was tasked with doing rounds on your location. You just hoped you hadn’t been out for too long.

Almost as if you had summoned said person, your senses alert you of someone’s presence a second before the door slowly opens, the door’s shadow growing larger before thinning out again. Lo and behold, it was an exhausted looking Miguel, his eyes unfocused. The dark circles under his eyes looked more pronounced, his lips pressed together in an even tighter line. Another wave of ache runs through your body at the sight. You couldn’t help but want to immediately alleviate the tension that lay thick in the air.

Miguel walks over to one of the sinks in the corner, setting something you couldn’t see down. He had closed the door softly, quietly, still unaware you were watching. You see his shoulders rise and fall as he lets out a sigh, turning on the faucet to splash his face with water. 

What time was it? A quick dart to the clock above the door alerts you to the fact that it’s 3am. 

There wasn’t much light throughout the room, but it wasn’t as if the two of you really needed it to see each other. You can almost see his face in clear detail as the man stills at the sight of your eyes, open, meeting his. 

You attempt to speak, but a sharp dry sensation attacks your throat, leaving you to cough instead.

You blink and Miguel is already at your bedside table, turning the low light lamp on as he pours you a cup of water from a nearby pitcher. His hands completely envelope the small glass, careful as he hands it to you. You take it gratefully, greedily enjoying the brief warmth his hands provide. 

“Thanks,” You finally say, not sure where to look. You truly didn’t know what the man was going to say. “I—“

“What you did was stupid.”

“Alright…” You muttered. Getting right to it, then. 

Miguel takes a seat in the only chair next to your bedside, eyes seemingly more red in the low light of the room. If they could burn through you you were sure they already would have. Tiny little ___ bits…

“Trust me when I tell you I didn’t go out with the goal to end up punted into a windshield.” You start, tone flat. “And excuse me for following your protocol: getting the mission done. I know it was stupid. I also knew you were going to keep me safe.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his.

“And if those were my last moments, yeah, it definitely would have sucked… That would’ve meant no date.” You truly didn’t know what else to say. What happened, happened. You can’t really say you regret it, either. Classic Spider antics.

Miguel runs a hand through his hair, brows furrowed in frustration as he mutters in Spanish under his breath. “What is this, some sort of game to you? This is serious.”

“And also part of the job.” You respond. You pause to really take him in now, curiosity driving forward in your mind. You were honestly surprised he was even here right now. And if the natural way he had maneuvered around the room was any indication, he must’ve been the one checking in on you. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but this was definitely nowhere near the usual lecture you’d receive for doing something he didn’t like. “What’s up with you?”

Looking at Miguel, you could almost see the turmoil going on inside his head. He opened his mouth before closing it again, lips pursed, jaw tight. If it weren’t for the tension in the air as you waited for him to speak, you would’ve said the man looked adorable, almost pouty. Now, though, it was almost like pulling nails out of concrete.

“When you… when I saw you on the ground like that.” Miguel’s tone was low, deep. It was his turn to look away now. “I felt… helpless. Weak. I haven’t felt that way since—well. I’m sure you can guess. I wasn’t expecting to feel that way. Wasn’t prepared to.” 

You were left speechless. 

“If I had gotten close faster, sunk my fangs into that fucker’s throat… I kept thinking, over and over again.” It was as if the floodgates had opened, Miguel getting any and everything he could on his mind out now. “I froze. And when you pulled away, fell to the ground, it felt like I was running with her in my arms again. Then she was gone. You were gone.”

“Miguel…”

“So, yeah.” His eyes meet yours once more, heavy. You wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. If he was going to bear his heart to you in this way, you were going to too.

“I… never really was joking, you know.” You start playing with the blanket on your lap. “Pretty sure you already guessed that.” You chuckle softly.

“I can’t ever know what it’s like to lose something like that, but I want you to know I am here for you. I really just wanted to see how you felt about me; really didn’t have much to lose... I’m not really sure what to do now—“

Your words are cut off by the sensation of lips meeting yours, warm yet hot at the same time. Your hands grip the sides of Miguel’s hoodie, the IV in your arm preventing you from reaching higher. You feel Miguel’s hands hold your head in place as his lips continue to tangle desperately with yours. His fangs brush against your bottom lip and you shiver. 

When you part, you’re almost gasping for air, stomach tingling. Woah.

“If you’ll have me, I promise you I won’t let go.” You whisper, earnest.

Miguel looks surprised as you say this, like he wasn’t the one to initiate your heart to heart moment. His thumbs caress your cheekbones as he moves close once more. 

“Yo también,” He pecks your lips. “mi cariño.”

You rest your foreheads against each other, basking in the silence and comfort of the moment. A beat passes.

“How do you feel about bowling?”

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Record of Ragnarok - Male!Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Adult Situations. Jerkass Gods being Jerkasses.18+ Only.

Image from Google.

So, I may have started Record of Ragnarok yesterday. It’s a bit of slow start, but I find the concept and character designs fascinating, so I’m pretty intrigued!

I’ve also wanted to write Male!Reader for a while, but muse has been pretty low for me lately. I think this helped, because I’ve got some ~ideas~ kicking around in my brain box haha. This is kind of a prologue of sorts for future shenanigans (Most of which involve a son of Aphrodite sleeping his way through Ragnarok, oops-) Enjoy this blasphemy!

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The Einherjar were delicious.

Oh, you were certain that was not why Brunhilde had selected the champions of humanity, but it hadn’t escaped your notice the men were gorgeous. Some of the most beautiful men in existence, the most skilled, virile warriors to have ever walked the earth were all gathered in one spot, adrenaline in their veins as they prepared for the battle that would decide humanity’s fate.

And there you were. Stuck on the Heavens side of the Arena, where Mother Aphrodite had insisted you remain, completely unable to interact with any of them.

It was so unfair.

“Do stop pouting, darling.” Aphrodite sipped at her chalice of wine, glancing at you over the head of one of her servants. “You’re bringing down the mood somewhat.”

Round One was over, decided in the gods favour. Lu Bu, the Flying General, the Strongest Warrior in the Three Kingdoms, had been defeated, his soul now gone from the Gods Realm. An absolutely glorious specimen of mortal manhood you would now never share a bed with.

Of course you were pouting.

“Am I being punished for something?” You asked glumly, watching as Thor fought his way through the fallen Lu Bu’s army, charging in to avenge their general, or share his fate. The God of Thunder’s muscled body rippled with power as he tore through his attackers like wet paper, and you bit your lower lip, crossing your legs, heat flaring low in your gut, imagining that strength turned to more pleasurable uses.

“Nonsense, darling.” Aphrodite waved her hand dismissively, a smile playing on her lips. “If I was punishing you, I would have told you about the human “incarnation of desire” currently bedding his way through half the arena.”

You liked this man already, and gave your mother a betrayed look. “What did I do?!”

Aphrodite simply smiled, and turned her attention back to the arena. “Consider the options, dear, and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”

You slumped back in you seat, glowering.

It was not as if there was a lack of options on the Heavens side. Aside from Thor himself, Lord Shiva had sat near you and Aphrodite throughout Round One, his naked torso showing off a flawless physique. His biceps were exquisite and practically begged to be caressed, and his four arms and their possible bedroom applications sent your imagination reeling. Heracles was somewhere around, and you had always wanted the opportunity to fully test the God of Fortitude’s stamina…

But everyone was fixated on the damn fighting that all your attempts at flirtation were largely unnoticed.  

So unfair…

But Thor would be celebrating his victory, his blood hot and passions inflamed. Surely Aphrodite wouldn’t object to you going to congratulate him...?

“Mother—”

“Ares, what did you think about the battle?”

You huffed and slumped in your chair as Ares approached, his grumpy expression brightening at your mother’s attention.

You settled for watching the muscles move under Thor’s skin as he began to leave the arena, the bodies of his foes dissolving at his feet. He glanced up into the stands, and you went still as his gaze met yours. For a (only slightly) embarrassing moment you feared he had somehow sensed your thoughts. You caught the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his stoic mouth, the faintest tilt of his head in acknowledgment, before turning and continuing on his way, quickly disappearing from sight.

Maybe if I’m quiet nobody will notice me sneak away…

You glanced around. Aphrodite was distracted talking with Ares, who at this moment only had eyes for her. Lord Zeus and Hermes were curiously absent from the King’s balcony, and Lord Shiva was gone too. You knew he was meant for Round Two, so you assumed he must have went to prepare.

Perhaps I should wish him good luck…

You slid out of your seat, casting one more look over your shoulder, then slowly crept towards the exit, careful not to make any noise.

Almost…almost…

Your fingers grazed the cool stone doors. You froze in place, waiting for a scolding, but you heard nothing but the murmur of the crowd, of gods chatting eagerly about the upcoming match.

You pushed the door open slowly, just a enough to slip through. It then closed behind you, leaving you in the dim light of the corridor outside.

Yes.

Elation flared within you, and you barely resisted dancing on the spot, your mind already whirling with possibilities. Biting down a grin, you started walking, glad you had decided to wear your most appealing outfit. There was time before the next Round, and plenty of people to spend time with…

It was, after all, good to consider one’s options.

[luffyvace]

can i request romantic hairo x male reader hcs about how hairo would show affection publicly and privately to the reader, and his love languages?

LOVING!! 🙌🙌 The hairo requests!! Idk why but I just have so many ideas when writing for him??

💪💖

Showing affection in public is as casual as walking around to him

even if your both guys

like literally, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it

walking somewhere together? He’s got an arm around your shoulder!

standing there talking to someone? His hand’s resting on your head :3 (in a affectionate way)

watching a movie/anime/show? His arms’ wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer

you go from walking to trudging and he notices your slowing down? He’ll pick you up!

If you don’t mind you probably won’t say anything

and he’ll probably be forgetful as to remembering to ask if you are okay with it

But that’s only because he’s been doing it subconsciously for so long

when he does realize how often he touches you, he’ll go:

”oh!- umm, do you mind me touching you?..like you know? Hugging you and stuff in public? 😅……I forgot to ask..whoops haha 😀”

he doesn’t think twice about how others view it despite gender

your his boyfriend! Why wouldn’t he be able to snuggle up to you wherever as long as you don’t mind??

although I will say some girls at your school (Airua, Teruhashi and chiyo specifically-) think your interactions are adorable ☺️

let’s not act like the whole world hates you folks, because your certainly do have shippers 😂🥰

hairo has been canonly asked out in the past so some girls might go “ohhh he didn’t reject me because I wasn’t enough!- he was gay the whole time!”

LOL

he never really came out right and said his sexuality after you two started dating

but he obviously loves you

Conclusion? He’s never beating the gay allegations

HAHAH

like?? He could be pan? bi?

No. Gay.

- The girls he rejected

anyhow back on topic! Stay with me!

if you do mind when he initiates pda

like I’ve said in previous headcanons he won’t notice at first

you’ll either have to say it verbally or physically express your uncomfortable with it

like yknow? Flashing a quick frown

Smth that’ll send the message of “not here 😬” and he’ll get it

he apologizes in private later on and you two talk out boundaries

he might do it a few more times but do be patient dear, he’s not trying to tick you off! he didn’t realize!

by the way tdlsk seems pretty modern but If any boys think it’s awkward that you two show pda (in the case that it doesn’t bother you) he will lectures them

about how it’s normal/natural to want to display affection to your lover and there’s really nothing to laugh about

again tho the show seems modern so I’m sure you won’t have to go through this unless someone’s immature or smth 🗿

anywho

instead of physical affection you find other ways he can show his love to you to compromise ♥︎

showing affection in private becomes less casual and more intentional

of course he’ll probably do all this in public if you don’t mention being upset about it but like I said he does it subconsciously in public

so stuff like

kissing (anywhere—mainly on the lips)

cuddling (also anywhere—mainly in one of your rooms)

massages (your probably sore from all the sports and working out he makes you join in on—so yeah you get massages)

holding hands (also common in public)

head pats (he often does this when your watching something together)

His mom walking in occasionally happens too 😅💗

she supports, and him and his mom is really close so it’s not awkward! ❤️‍🩹

hairo’s love languages are physical touch, acts of service and quality time

ngl physical touch is pretty explanatory, if you don’t get how he displays this by now go back and read the headcanons because I’ve been talking about that the entire time 🥰(😂)

no but fr tho!! It’s pretty much him just being all over you in wholesome way :)

as for acts of service—ask him to do anything and he will come running

LITERALLY.

because 1) you called him! and he sure is at your beck and call! and 2) exercise 😄

that dude HAND CHOPPED a tree for a school project….why wouldn’t he do 100x more for you..?

so yeah lol basically anything you need he’s got it

definition of a provider mindset 😍

need something physically? He’ll go get it for you.

need something mentally? He’s your shoulder to lean on! 💪

need something emotionally? He’s got some tissues and has ordered ticks to a theme park! 👍

just!- anything! Really! Call out something random and he’ll go get it for you

(insert Haido as the “let me do it for youuu” dog here) LOLL IF YOU KNOW THE MEME YOU KNOW THE MEME SEARCH IT! ITS HILARIOUS

Quality time :)

really he just invites you to every little thing/outing he has

and he’s always texting to see what your up to if he’s not there

(not in a toxic/clingy way my guy a green flag 🗣🗣)

HIS 👏 MOMMA👏 RAISED 👏 HIM 👏RIGHT. 👏

oh your going to the store? What store? he’ll be there! shoppings’ more fun together :)

your going on a walk? He loves exercise!

he’s got tennis practice! You’ll be in the stands right? 💗

he’s going to visit his grandparents wanna come?

he’s got popcorn and movies!!

even just doing nothing!- doing nothing together is wayyy better! He can come over right?

sports is a way of affection.

and that is a fact.

If your in a sport you have no other bigger fan then him

if you run track he’ll run alongside you at this point 😂

Same with being a swimmer

he might as well be in two clubs at once!

you also support him! Maybe not as intense as he does you..(or maybe you do! Idk!)

either way there’s no escaping with sports with him

ngl same with working out

it kinda goes hand in hand so it’s inevitable

he’s a real good motivator tho!

always pushes you to do your best and better!

which isn’t a bad thing!

you could always tell him to play it cool and he’ll tone it down

he will automatically if he sees your in a rough mood 💞

Summary? he wants you to at least work out/play sports with him once or twice a week

especially since he cares about you and exercise keeps you healthy

negotiable right?

im sure it is with how much you love this guy

Hairo>>> I never knew how much I liked this guy til you started requesting for him 😋👍

[timeofjuly]

I don't think I've left a review yet for Resisting the Current because I wanted to go through and read it a second time before consolidating all my thoughts on it but I just wanted to let you know that I read and absolutely loved it. I initially put off reading it forever because I didn't like the idea of the skeletons already having a girlfriend and I was worried about the drama that could unfold with the GF being interested in the main character, but I am sososososo glad that I sat down and read it because I was loving it when I when I realized that the GF was the one who was actively going to be trying to play matchmaker and not just invite the electrician to be hers again and they make it work, like she is very very actively trying to incorporate her into the relationship healthily in a way that they will all be on board with.

“I’m treated very well, don’t worry about that. Have you not been with any monsters or something?”

“No, I have,” you say, and she feels a swoop of relief in her chest. So you are attracted to monsters. 

That was pretty much the line that had me like OH!!! I see what direction this is going!!!!!

When Sans started texting asking for the electrician's thoughts on the machine was where I was just fully fully locked in and absolutely hooked. idk why that was the turning point, because I throughly loved everything with Black but something about that first text from Sans just had my heart melting like ohhhh everything will be alright now I can just see him falling for them.

okies bye for now thank you for your hard work with this fic :)

This is such a lovely message, thank you so much! It makes me so happy that you gave it a chance and enjoyed it; I know the premise is a little polarising, so it always gives me a thrill when I manage to win people over with it haha.

I have a lot planned for sans and the electrician specifically, and soon! There’s this one chunk of dialogue/heart to heart bit coming that I’ve had written for ages and cannot wait to post. It’s a fun dynamic in general - Sans is pretty much at his rock bottom and the reader has been there done that, had the painful realisations and bought the t-shirt, so there’s a lot to play with in their interactions.

I also really like writing the reader being delighted by his sense of humour whilst also being kinda slow to get it lol, like it always takes them a beat to pick up on a pun or bit of wordplay. It’s fun to write sans with an mc who can pun back tit-for-tat, but I also think he’d enjoy watching someone’s face as they processed a joke - furrowed brow, slightly pursed lips, a second of silence - and then the way they’d grin unabashedly when they got it. It’s tangible evidence that his jokes are clever and funny, and watching a punchline land in real time never gets old.

[elekinetic]

user elekinetic do you have any tips to spare for outlining fics 😭 i feel like I word vomit any of the concept that I have in my head, and dialogue ,and build off that adding paragraphs as I go and I go so slow bc of it. But ive been trying hard lately to write a list of “scenes” and bullet point the story but yeah.

do you know anything that could help me have an idea of where to go start to finish instead of starting at the random spot I’ve come up with first? I waste so much writing time because I haven’t built a backstory for characters and things like that so i don’t always know how they start the story off, only the situation they’re in. Is that something that could help? Making a list for each character or something? Would love to hear your thoughts thank you! <3

hi! first of all i’m so flattered you asked! to be clear, i am a very slow writer too lmao and i’m relatively new to prose writing, and though in very confident in my understanding of what makes a good story (W screenwriting), i am still figuring out my outlining process. but hey! let’s learn together.

sorry in advance for how long this is. i love talking.

so i basically figure everything out in the outline and write after i feel very good about it. if you have a strong foundation, everything gets a hell of a lot easier. t kind of sounds like your process might be similar to mine, so i’m just gonna explain what i'm doing for my current project.

my key document is my “bible.” i split it up into a couple different sections using page breaks (page breaks my best friend ily page breaks):

pitch/word vomit summary

scene ideas

outline

notes

ok so wtf does that mean.

1. pitch/word vomit summary — explain your concept. bc i've got a film/tv background, im starting off with my logline. (e.g. "after robin learns will is gay, they have a heart to heart in an abandoned video store about insecurity and feeling alone. they learn they're not." sometimes i'll follow that up with a note to myself like, "this fic isn't robin finding out, this is what happens after. starts with her already knowing. will pov, focus on his perception of robin changing. subtly reference toward feelings about mike, dont come out (haha) and say it") then, i write as MUCH of the concept down as i can, like i'm explaining it to a friend. (sometimes i copy and paste rants from dms directly into the document). it can be totally out of order, non-sensical, contradictory. just get as many of your ideas down as possible. you want to be able to come back to this and be like, oh i totally forgot about that. vague chapter summaries, personal notes about themes, whatever you want. i have a list of beats that you find in romantic dramas for inspiration and a paragraph abt ways i want to parallel/subvert s3 of st. just. go ham. 2. scene ideas — this is pretty self explanatory. i take some of the stuff i have in the p/s and flesh it out, or put down new ideas. this is where i'm writing out dialogue in bullet points, or what i want them to be Really Saying. (e.g. "mike: [panics bc he feels seen, tries to flip it back on (redacted) and fails] ") this is for when i can see stuff more clearly or i get out of the shower with a whole exchange in my head. gonna be out of order, a little all over the place. 3. outline — so. this is where you start piecing it together. put the bullet points in order. figure out objective of each scene and what needs to happen to accomplish that goal. figure out pacing, what needs to happen when. this step is where im looking at dialogue and thinking "why does mike say that? why does he feel that way? what needs to happen to get him to this point emotionally?" or looking at scenes and thinking "these are two scenes with people arguing back to back. lets make sure they feel different and give the characters different tactics to get what they want (byler argument where mike is avoiding will vs max argument where max is avoiding lucas. i could use this to highlight similarities and differences in the relationships, but having two scenes with the same tactics back to back might feel repetitive. maybe i move the scenes farther apart or change circumstances. maybe mike and will are having a veiled argument while theyre with a group of friends in a public space and max and lucas' argument is outside max's house.) also asking if conflicts are resolved too quickly, if the miscommunications feel too convenient, if characters disappear or are only around as plot devices. write. troubleshoot. repeat. 4. random notes — everything else that doesnt fit. for me this is literally just taylor swift lyrics (writing the fic vaguely off of a Specific Song that SHOULD BE STREAMED MORE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE anyway) and links to posts i use as character reference to make sure im staying true to the characters. (remembering will said "i was being a total jerk to el, i deserved it," AND "you're ruining everything, and for what!"/"i wasn't moping!")

i want it to be clear im doing all of this at the same time. im jumping around and pulling new ideas and rearranging as stuff changes. i think the thing that's really hard is that i want to be able to sit down, write the outline, and then move on. but for us scatterbrained writers, you're gonna have to re-outline and readjust like. a thousand times. and that's okay. that's good! it feels tedious as hell but the story is so much better for it.

take your time. let yourself be slow. keep finding holes in your story and fill the world in as you fix them.

here are some more questions i ask myself to make the story better:

What are you trying to accomplish over the course of the story? What is it about? (for the will&robin fic, it was something about feeling seen for the first time.) When you get lost in your story or aren't sure why a scene feels stale, come back to this. is the scene furthering that goal?

What is changing internally for each of your main characters? (yes theyre dating by the end but like. what do they learn.)

Are the side characters people or props? (will pov scene of a party-wide picnic where everyone's talking but will is focused on mike's hands.... where is max's head at in the scene? you don't have to have a super long backstory and she doesn't have to be a big part of the plot, but if she's saying something, figure out why she's saying it. if will is having a heart to heart with el, understand why el is responding the way she is. the scene's goal may be to get will through a breakthrough, but el's circumstances will change in the scene too. figure out how this conversation lands with her. oh, and remember the adults are people too!)

Why is this character saying this/why are they responding this way? (this should answer your "where do i start?" question. start in that random spot and figure out A) why they are there and B) why they are reacting the way they do (see last bullet point).

side note: some of the best advice i ever got was "enter the scene late, exit early." skip the prologue. try starting from that random spot. if it feels like something's missing, figure out exactly what that something is, and go from there

Do the stakes feel high enough?

What do i need to set up to make sure this scene/beat is satisfying as possible? (are will and mike going to have a big argument? oh, so we have to show tension before.... BAM you have another scene to write and your outline is fuller)

i could go on a lot longer but. basically.

i edit while i write. i'm someone who needs a very fucking strong outline and a very fucking clear idea of the story before i can start writing it. i'm putting probably 70-80% of the leg work in at the start so i can focus on making the prose (or script, most of the time) the best it can be.

THAT BEING SAID, this is just the way i do it and i have like. a fic and a half published. im taking my sweet time bc im creatively burned out and this is for fun first and foremost. like i said. i am a Very Slow Writer.

i highly, highly recommend hitting up the ask boxes of writers like @/strangeswift, @/wiseatom, @/astrobei, or @/andiwriteordie. no guarantees on responses bc they are busy ppl with busy lives but i really do think theyre some of the best writers out here right now, and im not just saying that bc they're my friends. abby (strangeswift) and i have been each other's sounding board through a lot of projects and she's almost done with one of her first Big Fics, so its worth asking her about that.

i hope this helps! ah!!