#i don't know exactly what to tag this with so

[goobstars]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary : many people have attempted to comfort jax, yet their words never really got to him. but if that was the case, why did it feel so different with you?

tags : romance, jax falls in love with the reader, and that's about it this whole thing is just about that.

note : i love attempting to write what it feels like to fall in love.

it wasn't common to see jax alone, yet today was different.

you stared at him from the picnic blanket you were currently standing on with kinger, zooble, gangle, ragatha, and pomni. apparently, ragatha had made a comment about something she refused to elaborate on—no matter how many times you asked—, and that resulted in her dashing over to the picnic blanket.

pomni ended up following in ragatha after a few minutes of talking to jax, but despite their conversation, he still didn't look okay. well, who was okay when being stuck in a situation like this?

"you think he'll be okay?" you heard ragatha question pomni—the remorse in her tone evident while you listened to pomni's response. "maybe...? i don't know."

you turned your attention back towards jax as you furrowed your eyebrows, and you started to make your way over to him.

did you know what you were doing? no, but before you could rethink your decision, you were already standing beside him.

you slowly sat down on the grass, and you peered over your shoulder to meet his gaze since he was lying down.

"you okay?

jax shrugged at your words, "yep."

his short answer made you slightly frown as you leaned back on your hands, and you raised an eyebrow at him. he only rolled his eyes at the look you gave him, to which you hummed. "jax."

"since when do you care, doll?"

you paused for a moment, for his answer made sense. you never really did ask about how he felt, and that doesn't exactly scream 'i care'.

you took in a deep breath as you watched jax cross one of his legs over the other, and you responded to his question.

"look, i know you don't talk about like—emotions and stuff, but if you ever need someone to talk to, i'm here."

when jax first heard your words, he smirked as he believed you were just joking with him, but when he looked over at you, you appeared to be completely serious.

he felt the smirk on his face falter a bit while he narrowed his eyes at you, and he started to question if you were just messing with him. why did you suddenly care about him? it's not like he's been nice to you or anything, for he's been quite the opposite. he'd mess with you and constantly prank you. he wouldn't blame you if you hated him, if he was being honest.

yet, as he waited to hear a snicker or anything to confirm his thoughts, he was only met with silence.

his gaze never left you despite the fact you had already turned your head to face the sky, and he noted the way the stars were reflected in your eyes. yet, they appeared brighter in your gape.

everything appeared brighter when you were around.

the fireflies that flew around you seemingly had more of a shine to them, and the bugs light appeared to get more vivid as you lightly laughed when one landed on the tip of your nose.

did you always look this way?

he stared at you for a minute—his eyes flickering across your features, and it was all unknown to you. not once had your gaze met his ever since you made that statement, but for some reason, he was okay with that. it meant you wouldn't catch him looking at you like that.

jax, of course, wasn't aware of the way he was staring at you—just like how you didn't notice either.

his pupils were wide, and there was a certain gleam to them that made it difficult to tell if it was just the light from the stars, or a spark from what he unraveled.

you truly meant your words.

despite his pranks and remarks, you offered to listen to him if he ever needed to talk.

why would you do that? he genuinely thought you hated him.

yet, your words proved him otherwise.

but if you didn't hate him, how did you feel about him? did you like him or something?

a quiet scoff left his throat as he turned his head to the side for a moment, and a frown partially formed on his face. he was probably just thinking too much into this. yet, with every hasty beat his heart had, the thoughts grew quiet as his ears rang with the sound of his heart pounding.

was he having a heart attack or something? his hand slightly gripped his chest as his breath grew shallow, and he peered up at the sky as if looking for an answer. why did it feel like he was dying but thriving at the same time? his heart wasn't beating oddly, but rather in a rhythm that seemed almost euphoric.

he closed his eyes in an attempt to get his heart to calm down, and luckily for him, it worked a little bit. he could actually hear his own thoughts now.

he slowly opened his eyes while a low breath echoed from him.

whatever this was, he'd get over it.

"thanks, i guess..." his words were mumbled as his gaze shifted to look at you, but to his surprise, you were already looking at him.

and with a smile plastered on your face, too.

"you're welcome, jax."

as soon as he felt his heart start beating quicker in his chest, he already knew his thought from before were idiotic.

he wasn't getting over this, was he?

once you looked away from him and his mind slightly filled with dread, he knew the answer to that.

no, no he was not.

[ao3commentoftheday]

Ever since I was a youth, I have loved footnotes. I read 1 (one) piece by David Foster Wallace and went "wow, I want to use that technique!" So I would like to use footnotes in at least one fanfiction concept I have, but I don't know how to implement them into a digital format like Ao3. There aren't any page breaks in that format, which means that any footnotes would most likely have to go at the end of the chapter, and I'm worried that would negatively impact the reader experience. Is it overly jarring to have the reader scroll all the way down to read the footnote, and then scroll all the way back up to resume reading, if they want to read the footnotes alongside the main text? And if so, is this just a limitation that I have to accept, or is there some way to negate this effect, maybe through different formatting? Also, I don't know how to make the neat number that usually signifies a footnote appear in Ao3 as it should, smaller and raised above the other letters. Is there a way to do that? I suppose I could always use "[X]" as my symbol even if it isn't formatted ideally or in the standard manner, but I thought I would ask, since this ask really is about technical formatting matters and I find the latter option less aesthetically pleasing.

You can actually make that little number using html! You don't even need to use a workskin.

You can use the sup html tag to create a superscript character - that's how the AO3 logo as the word beta raised higher than the rest of the text. You would then use anchor links to make that character a clickable link to the bottom of the chapter/fic. Then, use another link at the end of your written footnote to return the reader back to where they were when they clicked.

Other people have already created guides on AO3 that will walk you through exactly what you need to do. Here's two of them:

Making footnotes on AO3 by irrationalpie

how to make a footnote in ao3 by Lucifer111

big shout out of thanks to folks who post in the Fanwork Research & Reference Guides tag ❤️

[81astriss]

+1 | lando norris

actress!reader x lando norris fc: hailee steinfeld, others on pinterest

when the wedding of your father, bradley cooper, and gigi hadid finally comes, fans speculate on who your +1 could be and all signs point to your long-time friend lando norris.

requested by anon !

a/n (PLS READ): so basically before this i had NO idea who the frick bradley cooper is and the last thing i know about gigi hadid is the thing with zayn in 2021 (im so sorry) 😭😭 but i tried my best despite it being a lil step outside what i'm used to so thank you anon for requesting this !! i don't feel like i did this justice because at some point i did NOT know where the plot was going. please dont cancel me if this isnt really accurate, i feel like my research wasn't enough lmaooo but i hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

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latestgossip A week to go before Bradley Cooper and Gigi Hadid tie the knot! 💍 Cooper said that he's looking forward to seeing who his first daughter, Y/n will be bringing as her plus one. 👀 Follow latestgossip for more updates! liked by 90,239 others

↳ user1 me when he's getting married to his controversially young gf who isn't me 💔

↳ user2 dude i've been here since he's just not that into you, i thought we had something 😞😞

↳ user3 SO HAPPY FOR THEMMM

↳ user4 y/n has a plus one ?? i thought she wouldn't date until she's 25

user5 she's turning 25 in like 2 weeks... user4 IT'S ALREADY 2025????????

↳ user6 could not care less abt the wedding WHO IS Y/N BRINGING

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lando monaco win. for you mum and dad ❤️ liked by lnfour, yncooper, oscarpiastri, and others

↳ lnfour thats my goat right there

↳ mclaren 🧡🧡🧡

↳ yukitsunoda0511 nice one papi

lando PAPI??? 🤨🤨 user1 max is big daddy and lando is papi who's your next victim 😭

↳ yncooper this energy next week pls

lando don't be an unlucky charm pls 🙌 user3 how long have they been friends user4 since 2023

↳ user5 MONACO BABYYYYYYY

↳ user6 oscar and charles bonding over the fact that lando won their home races

↳ user7 HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON THEWIZARDLIZ 😡😡😡😡

user8 wrong person mate user9 you're a lil confused but you got the spirit ! user10 im gonna hold your hand when i say this

↳ user11 SO PROUDDDD

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tagged: lando formulaupdates Lando Norris in Philadelphia less than 48 hours after winning in Monaco ‼️ liked by 92,029 others

↳ user1 i know i failed geography but i dont think that's the way to spain

↳ user2 are you lost babygirl

↳ user3 bro had to complete some side quests 😭

↳ user4 hey isnt bradley cooper and gigi hadid's wedding in philly

user5 how much are you willing to bet he's y/n's plus one user6 my firstborn child user7 they're just friends user5 we never said they were anything more?

↳ user dude he's so photogenic wtf

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now playing: Can't Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli yncooper couldn't be more prouder 💍🫶 liked by lando, gigihadid, taylorswift, and others

↳ gigihadid 🤍

↳ user1 SO BEAUTIFUL

↳ reneerapp oh damn 😍🔥

↳ user2 we can kick u out of the motherless club now 🙌🙌 congratulations to the newlyweds!

yncooper HELP ME???? thank you 😭😭

↳ lando congratulations

↳ user3 congratss!!!! who was ur plus one

↳ user4 who was lucky enough to be your date to a WEDDING

user5 right 😕 alexa play that should be me

↳ user6 lovely moment for the family ❤️

↳ user7 latestgossip did yall ever find out who the plus one was

latestgossip girl we share already existing pics, we're not stalkers user7 okay calm down damn

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yncooper hola liked by addisonraee, lando, reneerapp, and others

↳ user1 bro 36 hours ago you were at a wedding 😀

↳ user2 SO WE'RE JUST GOING TO SKIP OVER THAT LAST SLIDE?

user3 "must've been the wind" ahh

↳ reneerapp pls tell me you didn't run away with a man

↳ user4 so lando randomly happens to be in philly then y/n randomly goes to spain IN THE SAME WEEK 🤨🤨

user5 last slide looks exactly like lando bruh istgg

↳ user6 keep in mind last time she attended a race was silverstone 2023 where she met lando

user7 IF WE SEE HER IN THE PADDOCK YOU ALREADY KNOW user8 if they've been friends for years why are yall randomly shipping them all of a sudden user9 bcs y/n has this like "not dating until i'm 25" thing and she turns 25 on saturday user10 God forbid a girl be friends with the opposite gender

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tagged: yncooper, lando formulaupdates After Lando was seen in Philly during the same time as Bradley Cooper and Gigi Hadid's wedding, rumors say that Y/n Cooper will be attending the Spanish Grand Prix when she posted a picture with someone who looks exactly like Lando. What do you guys think? 😳 liked by latestgossip and others

↳ latestgossip UGH U POSTED BEFORE ME

formulaupdates you snooze you lose latestgossip im reporting

↳ user1 they seem like good friends i guess?

↳ user2 remember y/n's no dating until 25 rule ends this saturday!

↳ user3 when i enter the most delusional contest but my competition are gossip pages

↳ user4 theyve been friends for 2 years i mean theyre bound to be close right

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tagged: lando, yncooper latestgossip Pictures from the wedding have been released 😱‼️ Formula 1 driver Lando Norris was also at the wedding wearing blue (possibly to match Y/n's blue dress.) Keep in mind that Y/n's "no dating until 25" rule just ended yesterday 😏 What do you think? Follow latestgossip for more. liked by formulaupdates, lnfour, and others

↳ formulaupdates DON'T DO THIS TO ME IN THE MIDDLE OF WATCHING THE SPANISH GP

latestgossip tough luck bruh the news doesn't stop for a race

↳ user1 was it casual when i went as your date to a WEDDING despite having a busy schedule

↳ user2 20 bucks says lando was just waiting for y/n to turn 25

↳ user3 STOP THEY LOOK LIKE SUCH A POWER COUPLE

↳ user4 idk this doesnt seem very "as friends" to me!

↳ user5 stop shipping them guys i cant like all ur comments

↳ user6 idk who i wanna be in this situation WAIT

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tagged: lando, oscarpiastri yncooper crazy bday weekend ft. these randos 👍 congrats on the 1-2 so happy for u both <3 liked by oscarpiastri, lando, mclaren, and others

↳ user1 HAPPY 25TH YK WHAT THAT MEANS

↳ reneerapp HAPPY BDAY GORGEOUS

yncooper thank you beautiful!

↳ oscarpiastri happy birthday, congrats on the dating rumors

yncooper hahaha funny. user2 SO UNSERIOUS

↳ user2 U AND LANDO ARE SO CUTE

↳ user3 adding oscar in there to make it less suspicious i see

↳ mclaren welcome back to the paddock!

user4 MCLAREN welcoming her back oh she's there to stay user5 no need to hide it how long have they been dating

↳ lando 😈

yncooper God help us all liked by oscarpiastri and others

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tagged: yncooper now playing: so american - Olivia Rodrigo lando.jpg a year of staying silent was WAY too long. happy birthday ❤️ (late post) liked by lando, yncooper, oscarpiastri, and others

📌 ↳ yncooper yeah you still have no rizz

lando stfu i pulled you im doing something right

↳ georgerussell63 YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU WERE ABLE TO HIDE A RELATIONSHIP FOR A YEAR

lando more or less

↳ oscarpiastri best of luck yncooper

yncooper thanks, ill need it

↳ alex_albon DAMN

↳ user1 I FUCKING KNEW IT

↳ user2 OH WHAT

↳ charles_leclerc i honestly don't know how your noisy ass did it but nice job keeping this a secret

↳ maxfewtrell U HID IT EVEN FROM ME?

↳ user3 p2 in spain but p1 in y/n's heart i guess!?!?!?!!?

↳ formulaupdates latestgossip

latestgossip fuck we were so blind

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tagged: lando yncooper it was a stupid rule anyway liked by oscarpiastri, lando, gigihadid, and others

📌 ↳ lando this is me laughing at all your jokes and saying you're so american

user1 THE OLIVIA RODRIGO REFERENCE user2 i might just be in lalalalalalalalalala loooooove

↳ oscarpiastri mama y papa

nicolepiastri Do you mind answering your ACTUAL mother's calls, oscar? Thanks. ☺️

↳ gigihadid y'all were so obvious at the wedding 😂 liked by yncooper and others

↳ user3 SOOO ADORABLE

↳ user4 ok making up that rule to avoid rumors is a smart move icl

↳ reneerapp i feel so shocked and betrayed rn

yncooper im so sorry babes reneerapp dhmu 💔 (kidding ure both so cute)

↳ user5 lando norris i was not familiar of our game

↳ user6 IDK WHO I'M MORE JEALOUS OF HELLOOOO

↳ user7 dare i say best couple on the grid

yncooper idk i like alex and lily better liked by alex_albon, lilymhe, and others lilymhe i love you lando get in line

↳ latestgossip formulaupdates

formulaupdates im deactivating

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again, i apologize if this was so underwhelming 😭 i tried my best and i'll try to do even better in my future works i promise :) i'm already working on an arthur leclerc and a kimi antonelli one rn hihi

some pics are a bit glitchy ?? idk what happened with those!

♡ xine

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

June 30th

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1. Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read a long time ago. I don’t remember a lot, but WWX was badly injured by Madam Yu, and he ends up in the Cloud Recesses. (I think maybe he was arranged to be married to LWJ, but I might be getting mixed up with another story.) The bit I remember is the Wens attack but can’t get through the wards that WWX updated. There is fighting outside the gates and WWX, who is still not fully recovered, sees that LWJ is about to be hurt and jumps down from the wall or sends a talisman that kills everyone around him maybe? I can’t remember exactly, just that he freaks out and sees red and a bunch of Wens are slaughtered (pretty sure Wen Xu among them). Anyway, I hope that’s enough for someone to recognize the story. I’d love to read it again. Thanks for all your hard work!

FOUND? 🧡 To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 78k, WangXian, JFM & YZY, JYL/NMJ, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major character injury, CQL verse, Happy Ending) I agree, there's no arranged marriage but LWJ uses the cold pond incident from CQL to claim they are already married. This is the fic with the bad exploding talisman. // it isn't an arranged marriage it is that Lan Zhan married them in the cold spring

FOUND? so i cut the shackles and changed my name by MichelleFeather (T, 45k, WangXian, LQR & LWJ, LQR & CSSR, LQR & WWX, CSSR/WCZ, WWX & Lan Clan, WIP, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, WWX is a Lan, Good Uncle LQR, Supportive LQR, Protective LQR, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, JFM & YZY Bashing, Jiang Family Bashing, Abusive Jiang Family, Running Away, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Hurt WWX, Genius WWX, No Sunshot Campaign, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cultivation Sect Politics, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Canon Divergence, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, WRH isn't a power hungry tyrant - mostly, BSSR is WWX's Grandparent, JGS Being JGS, Warning: JGS)

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2. Hello! For fic finder please: it was an organised crime AU, modern day or 20th century, and LWJ was the enforcer for the Lans, hyper competent and cold

I think fairly long? The Jiangs were another crime family, Yanli was very highly respected but she never told her brothers what exactly she had done to earn her place @chalionkat

Thanks but I don't think so, it wasn't ABO

But thanks for trying!

NOT FOUND! haven't read this one but the description sounds like 🔒🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX, Explicit Sex)

FOUND? It's possible that #2 is Empire of Dirt by Fireawayy, but it is no longer up on AO3

FOUND?🔒Words are Gonna Bleed from Me by GravityWinsAgain (E, 183k, WIP, WangXian, SongXiao, 3Zun, XuanLi, QingMian, Triad AU, Blood and Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, i'm not going to tag all of the sex but there will be warnings in the notes, and all of it is skippable as needed, Modern with Magic, Dark Magic, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Murder Husbands, POV WWX, Organized Crime, lovers to enemies to estranged lovers and back to lovers, Angst, BDSM Switch LWJ/BDSM Switch WWX, Ghosts, Body Horror, Temporary Character Death)

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3. A modern fic where lwj got drunk and have sex with wwx but after the drunken night he starts avoiding wwx because he thought he takes advantage of him and wwx gets pregnant and Jiang got to know about this and threw him out of house, he goes to thinking this is the last time he will try to talk to him and to tell lwj that he is pregnant with his child but lwj doesn't listen and send his brother to lie for him that he is not well but wwx caught the lie and thought he is avoiding him so he leave t

FOUND?🔒 Unexpected (Found) Family by tired_laoshi (M, 18k, WIP, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Modern AU, Misunderstandings, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Rape/Non-con Elements, Mpreg, Underage Pregnancy, Single Parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Found Family, Jiang Family Bashing, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Behavior, Protective LXC, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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4. Hi wangxianficfinder !! I'm looking for a fic that had a very intricate system of folklore and Wei Ying was Finnish (?? I think) and he was taking care of Wen Yuan. Lan Wangji was sent by (i forgot who) to check on the dynamic of their house (??) and ends up staying for a long time and eventually battling some monster with Wei Ying, who uses his (LWJ) back as a guqin to win. Thankss <3 (I also remember something about catholicism being involved)

FOUND? Howling by MimiSpearmint (E, 40k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mortal Instruments Fusion, Horror, Eldritch, Domestic Fluff, Single Parent WWX,   Witchcraft, Getting Together, shifter!lwj, yllz!wwx, Intercrural Sex, Hand Jobs, Angst with a Happy Ending, Switch WangXian, a bit of a degradation kink, anti-STI sex talismans, Anal Sex, Oral Sex) sounds vaguely like Howling which takes place in Ireland, though, instead of Finland.

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5. Hi! For the fic finder, I read someone's comment on a tiktok just now that got me really interested!

It was a canon divergent I think, they only said that instead of WWX, JWY is the one thrown in the burial mounds without a core, but fails to cultivate resentfull energy and the ghost path, so WWX is still the main force in the war, just with tradicional cultivation.

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6. hi!!! thank you guys so much for all you do! i was wondering if you could help me find a fic! it was a canon compliant fic of the sun shot campaign but wy was a mermaid. i think lz found out during the cold pool cave? if wy doesn’t transform every so often his scales start to push out of his skin which happened during the wen lecture (i think wq knew about wy)

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7. hiii this is for fic finder. i found this ss in my gallery, all ik is thay wen wing says this about wwx, maaaybe to lwj

"In my defense, I was expecting someone much older and visibly demonic, not a friendly shop cat in human form metaphorically twining around my ankles." @bunnycoffeeumcat

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8. Hi! Thanks for your help the last time. Now I'm looking again for a FanFiction. CQL POST CANON.

After Wei Ying's departure to travel the world, he and Lan Zhan maintained a correspondence through letters. One day, however, Lan Zhan received no letter, prompting him to embark on a search for Wei Ying. He found Wei Ying gravely injured and near death within a cave, the victim of an attack by a monstrous creature resembling a half-dog. Remarkably, Wei Ying had stitched his own wounds using the yarn Lan Zhan had provided. @lu-wanji

FOUND? the soft animal of your body by howodd5ever (M, 21k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Episode 50, CQL canon, WWX has feelings about having a body, sort of a case fic, a little bit of epistolary goodness, graphic descriptions of wounds, Feelings About Death, wwx gets seriously injured, Art Embedded, wound-tending as an act of love, Bathing/Washing, Sharing a Bed, Finding home)

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9. Hi awesome mods, Looking for a fic inspired by a cobaltmoony art where there is a tentacle monster and Lan Wangji. Something about him being a sacrifice is all I remember

FOUND? Down there in Cold Pond Cave by cobaltmoony (E, 22, WangXian, Tentacle Monsters, Tentacle Sex, Tentacle Dick, Porn, Double Penetration, not that you can see if from this angle but Its implied, Bottom LWJ, Voyeurism, in this case its just an accident, Spitroasting, Stomach Bulge, Unrealistic Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Fan Art)

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10. Im looking for a fic on ao3 where cloud recesses arc Wei Wuxian somehow experienced lan Zhans incense burner dream which pushes him to realise his feelings much much quicker and get engaged to lan zhan, i think it had the supportive lan qiren tag on it but i dont remember much else

Thank you in advance! @eyalsfantasy

FOUND! 🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 947k, WangXian, WIP, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Getting Together, Supportive LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It of Sorts, Supportive LXC, Canon Divergence, Inventor WWX, Possessive LWJ, Cultivation Sect Politics, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Fluff and Smut, Burning of the Cloud Recesses, Fall of Lotus Pier, Angst, Sunshot Campaign Not JFM Friendly)

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11. for ff: I lost a modern era fic where immortal lwj and some others rescue a reincarnated wwx from a room/building he's been locked into by some well-meaning people; possibly they run the orphanage. wwx was trying to contact lwj and everyone thought he was crazy since he's just some random teen and hgj is a big deal cultivator. I don't remember anything else just a big dramatic scene and I think someone flew through a window at one point. thanks 💙

FOUND? find me in the future by antebunny (G, 7k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Soulmates, Immortality, Reincarnation, Found Family, vague historical descriptions, this is simultaneously, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Post-Canon)

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12. i'd like to try looking again for a fic i couldn't find a few years ago 🙏🏽

it's a fic where lwj thinks that wwx’s prank with the porn book is specifically making fun of him for being a cutsleeve (wwx of course didn’t know)

i think lwj kicks wwx out from the library first and he deals with his hurt alone about being subject to homophobia, then the hurt carries for a while and during his confronting wwx about it…

(it's not 'don't close your eyes' by howodd5ever) thank you !!!

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13. I need help to find a lost fic. in it the juniors used an array to make a portal through time to grab wwx as he fell from the cliff at nightless city. they succeed but wind up having to swim out of a lake because something about the array turned the mountaintop they were on into a lake. I think the plan was sizhui's idea.

FOUND? Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

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14. Hello and thank you for your hard work!!! I read this one a long time ago and I had searched my bookmarks but to no avail I couldn't find it. It's a Canon Divergence one, I don't remember if WWX separates from the Jiang Sect or if he didn't go there at all but the only thing I remember it's that later on a inn in Yiling or Qishan WWX finds a letter that his parents left for him that says that he shouldn't go to the Jiang Sect. That's all I remember, you'll have my thank if you could find it!!

FOUND? so i cut the shackles and changed my name by MichelleFeather (T, 45k, WangXian, LQR & LWJ, LQR & CSSR, LQR & WWX, CSSR/WCZ, WWX & Lan Clan, WIP, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, WWX is a Lan, Good Uncle LQR, Supportive LQR, Protective LQR, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, JFM & YZY Bashing, Jiang Family Bashing, Abusive Jiang Family, Running Away, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Hurt WWX, Genius WWX, No Sunshot Campaign, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cultivation Sect Politics, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Canon Divergence, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, WRH isn't a power hungry tyrant - mostly, BSSR is WWX's Grandparent, JGS Being JGS, Warning: JGS)

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15. hi! not sure if my fic finder request ask got eaten by Tumblr but if so just wanted to send another one if that's ok! thank you!

I can't find this longer one shot (~20k words) I read a few years ago featuring wei ying, wen qing, and wen ning, and it was about wei ying running away and living alone feeling guilty with a leg injury after a car crash with him, jc, and yl inside a car. I remember he met wen qing at a supermarket where he worked and he and wen qing were arguing about him not getting physical therapy for his leg and the fic ended on a hopeful note where he was taking care of plants and thinking about contacting his siblings (and lan zhan)

FOUND?🔒take yourself home by ribena (M, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, lwj hosts a radio show, wwx is a plant dad, Depression, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Friends to Lovers, Some pining, Taking the long way home, Happy Ending, Soft) is (I think!) ribena's fic that is back on Ao3!!

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16. hi! I'm looking for two fics. I believe there is a time travel aspect for both. A) the first, wwx ends up making a deal with the emperor for land by his borders by repairing a barrier that WRH had found a hole in and was attacking them. He uses this land to create a village and sect that is protected. He even sections off a section in the mountain for him and lwj to have a home away from it all.

B) there is also another fic I’m trying to find where I think he finds ancient buildings in a different part of the burial mounds. I think it was like ancient pagodas with detailed markings. He raises the dead to keep creating more structures, tilling fields, etc. It had been cleansed by WWX and basically glowed. Wen Qing and Wen Ning are also there and scramble down with WWX to find the magistrate of Yiling and claim the Burial Mounds (now cleansed and immortal lands) for themselves before the sects notice. I remember there was an aspect where after the war, the Jin were slowly making it to where all trade would be forced to go through them with exorbitant costs to protect from “bandits.” WWX had protected the burial mounds territory and surrounding areas during the war, so he wasn't struggling financially. As such, he created a trade deal with QHN so they could use the routes and protections without the fees. @iznaluvr

16A)

FOUND! Chronicles of Sect Leader Wei Wuxian by Muggle_Diary (E, 114k,WangXian, XuanLi, JFM/YZY, CSSR/WCZ, LXC/LQY, NMJ/QS, WQ/OC, OFC/ OFC, JC/ OFC, Sect Leader WWX, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Different First Meeting, Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Anal Sex, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Sex Toys, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Child Abuse, Child Death, War Hero WWX, Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Cultivation Sect Politics, Wen Remnants Live, Abusive YZY, Abusive Jiang Family, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, JC Bashing, JFM and YZY Bashing, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, JYL and JZX Live, Jiang Family Bashing) I think 16A might be Chronicles of Sect Leader Wei Wuxian, although it isn't a time travel story. // yes, i was thinking about that story too

NOT FOUND!🔒Building it back, stone by stone and seal by seal by KizuKatana (M, 134k, WangXian, WWX & Wen Remnants, WWX & Wen Siblings, canon-divergent, post cultivation war, nobody won, WWX starts out alone as a fugitive lone cultivator, then finds a home, then finds a family, not a reincarnation fic, just alternate reality where not everyone who was in original canon existed during the war, starting the cultivation world over from scratch, Found Family, Comfort fic, carving out a new safe home, First Time) although it's not time travel. It's also an OUTSTANDING story, so even if it's not the right one I highly recommend it.

16B)

FOUND!🔒From a Single Plank Bridge to Celestial Ascension: Immortal Wei Sanren by Loli (Lohi_loli) (E, 85k, WangXian, MM/WQ, WN & WQ, Jiang Family & OCs, Lan Family & WWX, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Rebirth, Immortality, Jiang Family Bashing, LXC BashingFix-It of SortsBottom Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Top Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian

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17. hello! I want to find this one fic that's basically a butterfly effect(?). nhs fails in resurrecting wwx and mxy dies in vain. then sizhui and jingyi dies at the mo village arc bc wwx isn't there and lwj was too late to save them (i remember lwj also commits su*cide later after the events). jin ling also dies during the dafan mountain and jc apparently also died when wen ning rips out his golden core because wen ning's state of mind is still at that time where wwx was about to give his golden core to jc and wen ning didn't recognize jc during this part. after this, there were the other chapters where wwx basically didn't exist. jc has a second shidi in these chapters who died later on after the fall of lotus pier while he and jc were on the run and i think jc started victim-blaming his dead shidi. lwj and jzx were also beaten up at the xuanwu of slaughter cave here. then on the other chapters were from that second shidi's pov, he practically watches wwx's life story and stuff. i haven't finished the fic and i really wanted to read it again, if you could find it. thank you so much!

FOUND? If Wei Wuxian Did Not Exist by Anonymous (Not Rated, 191k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, what if, Character Death, KARMA and Retribution, Time Travel, Or actually Time Rewind?, Not for jc stans)

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18. A) where lwj is an immortal in modern au waiting for his husband to reincarnate, then he finds him, as a camboy B) Where lwj is ceo/rich/sugar daddy to amnesiac wwx and wwx thinks he's only a replacement for someone else, not knowing that someone is himself C) wwx had been sugar baby to many men, till he meets lwj, and he worries about if he finds out about other sugar daddies which he only go out with no sex or anything, for money to help his siblings and pay the bills

18A)

FOUND? 🧡 All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 51k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Modern AU, canon still happened, extreme post canon, Sugar Daddy, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ)

18B)

FOUND? 🔒 Snow by kuro (M, 38k, WangXian, Modern, Snow, Sick Character, Caretaking, Fluff, Sugar Daddy, only they’re like… bad at it, Angst, Rabbits, Food, Sexy Times, occasionally)

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19. Hey! Thanks for all the wonderful work you do! I need some help looking for a fic which I read some time ago but now can't seem to find again. As far as I remember, the premise was that, after SSC, some Lan disciples overhear JC threatening WWX in some manner and that somehow turns into the rumor of JC abusing WWX and everyone getting quite protective of WWX by the end, most notably LWJ but I think NHS also got quite involved. I'd really appreciate the help finding this fic again! Thx!

FOUND? 🔒 chapter 15 from short prompts by Vrishchika

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20. Hi there! I'm looking for a long(ish?) fic I read on AO3 probably over a year ago. It's a modern AU, and LWJ and WWX meet (or meet again?) and start hooking up, with WWX giving off 'wild, experienced, and carefree vibes' (possibly he was a virgin going into this, or at least very inexperienced and lying about it). After a few hot hookups, he gets an emergency call of some sort and has to come clean that he's actually an overworked single dad who doesn't have time for dating and can't keep up with the wild sex lifestyle no matter how much he wants to. LWJ ends up meeting A-Yuan and of course instantly is like "This is my future son, when can we get married?'... and then takes the rest of the fic to actually say that out loud. Can anyone help? I've been searching through my bookmarked fics for a few days and can't find it using the obvious tags and summary skimming. I hope it wasn't deleted! @alychelms

FOUND! Time Signature by lettered (E, 95k, WangXian, Pining while having sex, Protected Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Feminizing Language, wwx uses slang for female anatomy to describe his own anatomy, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex, Frotting, over-stimulation, Modern AU, Unprotected Sex, Barebacking, Barebacking kink, Breeding Kink, WWX doesn't take safe words seriously, joking consensual non-consent, Come Swapping, Phone Sex, Virginity Kink, Creampie, Rimming, Felching, Under-negotiated Kink, Spanking, Masochism, Light Bondage, Gags, marriage kink, Kink Negotiation, Consensual Non-Consent, wwx refers to himself as a girl, does not explore wwx's gender issues, lwj states a preference for men, cuckolding fantasy without any cuckolding, Mention of Past Abuse, Sadism, Biting that draws blood, scratching that draws blood, brief internalized homophobia, 🔒[Podfic] "Time Signature" by lettered by raitala)

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[belovedniki]

—“Rhythm of your body”

summary: Since you remember, you've been competing with ni-ki. you were the best dancers in your academy, and graduating seemed to be not enough to stop the competition, since you two ended up in the same dance company as choreographers. maybe a collaboration and one night was all it took for you to convert your pure hate to lust.

warning/tags: dom!ni-ki/sub!reader, smut, porn with plot, unprotected sex, cumming inside, angst if you squint, petnames, fingering, oral sex, edging, dirty talk, overstimulation, hair pulling, choking, and idk. (Author's first language is clearly not english lmao)

w.c: 5555

— It was another day at your dance academy, you arrived early to warm up and polish the final choreography you've spent months working on. You had a solo competition in a few weeks and had to travel all the way to Chicago, resting was not an option.

As time passed and you did as many rehearsals as you could, you realized your water bottle was missing. Maybe you forgot it downstairs, so you made your way to find it.

As you were walking, you accidentally ran into the CEO of the company, nervousness took your whole body.

“I'm sorry! I didn't know where my mind was.” you excused yourself with a 90° bow.

“y/n! I was looking for you.” he said smiling slightly.

You looked at him in confusion. “What happened?”

He guided you towards his office, it was quite a long walk, the academy was huge. He spoke while waving at some other employees.

“As you may know, the competition is just weeks away, and we made some changes to our trip, stay and stuff.

You are one of–if not the best–dancer in our academy, and we would be happy to know if you want to share your spotlight.”

You looked at him. “Share my spotlight?”

He opened the door to his office, there was a familiar figure, turned back. The moment the door clicked open, he turned around, your eyes met in heavy silence.

Nishimura Riki.

“This is what I'm talking about! Our two prodigies.” His excitement was clear, smiling and pointing at you two.

Your gaze never left Riki's, mumbling words you wish your CEO couldn't hear.

Among all the amazing dancers you met here, choreographers, performers, actors, he choose him?

“I-I'm sorry, what is this?” you spoke confusedly as you faced your boss.

“You'll be sharing the choreography.” he said naturally. “You'll both perform a duet for the final round in Chicago.”

“A duet?”

You blinked slowly, trying to process the words that left you almost breathless.

Ni-ki scoffed. Loud enough.

Your sharp gaze met him, catching a glance at the light smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He already knew how much this would ruin your week, month, or your life.

“Exactly. We think combining your strengths and passions is what this academy needs to win. The panel wants emotions, history, something they've never seen before. And you two... Well, you have history.”

You laughed, short and dry.

“With all due respect, sir, I don't think someone like him could adjust to my style and my hard type of work here. And if it was not obvious before, we can't stand each other.”

“Yes! Let that fuel the performance. I've already registered you both. You leave next week. Practice will start there.”

You barely noticed your hands clenching into fists and Ni-ki's smirk as he finally spoke.

“Hope you can keep up, y/n.”

The sound of your name in his voice, that low challenge behind every syllable, made something coil tight in your chest.

You bit down a retort. Smiled instead. Sharp. Icy.

“Don't trip over your own ego.”

The CEO laughed awkwardly, patting his shoulders like he didn't just sentence you to hell.

“You can leave now. I know you have things to do.” he opened the door and waved at you. As you left, the door closed and you were left outside, facing your worst opponent. And now, partner.

“I'll destroy you.” You said clearly, trying to hide the way your heart pounded your chest due to your nervousness.

“We'll see.”

That tortuous week passed.

You've spent all the days talking with other choreographers, your friends and family. What kind of dance were you supposed to do? What did the CEO expect to see?

“We're here.” you didn't even realize the car stopped at the airport, you were consumed by your own mind and thoughts.

After paying him, you quickly got off the taxi and made your way to where your manager was waiting for you.

“Finally!” she said looking at your direction and your lost gaze. “How are we feeling?”

“Terrible. I don't want to do this.”

“Well, are you gonna reject this opportunity and let him know you can't even be near him?”

Your mind cleared and your eyes met her's, that single question changed your perspective. You denied vigorously.

“I'll make him regret for even thinking he can win.”

You left your luggage and walked towards the plane, your flight was just minutes away from leaving. As you checked your number seat, you realized someone was already sitting there, face mostly covered by a face mask and a cap.

“U-uhm, excuse me.”

He didn't even looked at your direction.

“This is my seat.”

“So?”

That fucking voice. You knew the owner of it more than you wish you did.

“I said this is my seat. You need to move.”

“I won't.”

Your blood started to boil. Redness spread across your face, a clear sign of your growing annoyance.

“Where is your seat?” you asked, trying to keep your tone gentle, using the best of your will to not punch his face right and there.

“B7.”

You sighed and glanced at the seat right next to him. B7.

“It's literally next to you, can you move?”

“I like the window seat better.”

You decided to take a deep breath and try and stay calm. The flight attendant spoke through the speaker, her voice resonating in your ears.

“For god's sake, can you move so I can sit?”

”Come sit then.”

Those sudden words made your eyebrows furrow. Heartbeat skipped a beat. You looked away. What was he implying?

There was no point in arguing, you sat down next to him.

The flight was almost twelve hours long, plenty of time to get some rest or distract yourself with movies.

It transcended quite calm, despite it being a whole pain of ass at the beginning. The real issue? He wouldn't stop moving while asleep. His snores were loud enough to disturb your peace.

You sighed and tried to sleep.

After what felt like an hour, you stirred awake. You were far too comfortable for your own good. As you rubbed your eyes, you realized you had been sleeping on Ni-ki's shoulder.

You moved away as quickly as your body allowed, catching a glimpse of his face to see if he noticed. He didn't.

With your eyes barely staying open, your body relaxed once again and decided you needed to sleep more.

Night had fallen by the time you woke up. Everything was silent and quite peaceful. Sure, just if you ignored the boy next to you.

Your hands moved to the monitor in front of you, going back and forth between all the movies you could possibly watch after arriving in what you thought could be 3 hours.

After finally choosing one, you adjusted your blanket, you were feeling cold.

Ni-ki's snores ceased, he was still sleeping. You stared at him more than you'd like to admit. His lips had turned slightly purple.

He was cold too.

You looked away, as if it was going to make you ignore what you were about to do. Gripping your blanket, you covered him, adjusting it to make sure he'd be warm soon.

Just like that, time passed. The plane landed.

You got off with both of your managers, looking through the giant glass window. The sunrise looked ethereal. Your gaze fixed in it just enough.

“Should we go now?” Ni-ki's manager asked, grabbing his luggage.

The three of you nodded and grabbed a taxi to head to your hotel.

After finding your room, you didn't even bothered to unpack your suitcase. Your body was way too tired to even function. You threw yourself on the bed, sighing.

You didn't even realised you had fallen asleep until you woke up the next day by your phone buzzing.

“Hello?” Gosh. Your breath stank.

“Good morning, y/n.” It was Ni-ki. “Practice will start at 10:00. I'll wait for you outside.” He hung up.

You quickly headed to the shower. The warm water made you melt under its touch. Body relaxing just enough.

At 10:00 you were leaving the hotel. Ni-ki was waiting for you outside, as he promised.

Another taxi pulled up. Silence was loud. His body shifted uncomfortably, knee brushing against yours.

You didn't move.

You couldn't.

Just like that, you were soon at the entrance of the giant academy. It was aesthetically pleasing, neutral tones all throughout and dim lights could be seen from the outside due to the crystal window. You smiled.

—“Are you gonna stand there smiling like an idiot, or are you coming in?” You hadn't even noticed Ni-ki was already at the door, holding it open for you.

You nodded and walked towards the entrance. Your gaze caught by what looked like a cozy coffee area.

“Hi, how can I help you?” A lady asked.

“We're looking for... This room” he handed her a small slip of paper with a set of numbers and letters.

She grabbed it, looking around.

“Right over there," she pointed at a black door. “You can practice as long as you want to. It's reserved for you."

You both bowed politely and entered the practice room. Spacious and full of cold-toned lights. Around 10 water bottles, along with small hand towels.

“It's nice." You said smiling, glancing around.

“It's comfortable enough." He replied casually.

You played music and settled yourself on the floor, starting to warm-up, waiting for your choreographer to come in.

He pulled up a minutes later. Practice began.

You were set to perform 'One Of The Girls'.

The choreography was sensual–full of eye contact, lingering touches, subtle smirks. Everything you didn't want to perform with him.

Maybe his hands gripped your waist a bit too tightly. Maybe your lingered around his neck longer than they should have.

Many hours passed. The room remained silent, broken only by the occasional beat of the rehearsal music, the loud footsteps of yours, along with your heavy breathing.

“I think we did nice, you two are truly a magic duo!”

You smiled and bowed. Tossing your sweaty hair out of your sight. Ni-ki repeating your actions.

“We need to polish some details and finish the rest of the piece though, we can continue tomorrow. Does that sounds good?" He handed you a water bottle. You received it with a slight smile.

“I'm okay with that. Although I'm going to stay for a while. Some steps still feel off.”

He smiled. “You work really hard, don't you?”

You didn't catch the shift in Ni-ki's expression.

You didn't see how his jaw tightened.

How his tongue pressed hard against the inside of his cheek.

“I think it's enough for today.” He said, voice loud and rough.

You glanced at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“I said I'm staying.”

“You're not.”

In a quick movement, his hand grabbed your wrist.

He didn't listen to your words saying he was hurting you.

He didn't stop his walk until you were outside the building.

You yanked your arm back, nearly shouting,

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

He didn't answer. His eyes wandered, unfocused. His jaw was starting to relax–not tight with anger, just... off. There was something in his expression you couldn't quite place.

“Am I talking to myself? Can you fucking answer me?"

“We're going to pretend you didn't notice how he was flirting with you? What's with all those smiles, those full–of–love eyes, blushing at his words?”

He replied. His fist clenched. Red spreading across his face.

You scoffed. “What are you even talking about?, he was not flirting,”

Your eyes tried to catch his, he avoided it. His gaze dropping at the floor.

“And even if he was... what does that have to do with you?”

He finally looked up at you.

His expression was unreadable.

It was like he wasn't there–not his mind at least.

He took a deep breath, “I guess you're right. It doesn't have nothing to do with me.”

He broke the eye contact, looking down as he turned. No more words came of his mouth. He started to walk away.

You didn’t stop him.

Your pride, or maybe fear, rooted you to the ground.

You just stood there, watching his figure fade into the distance.

Your body started to tremble—from the cold biting at your skin, or maybe from something deeper.

Maybe it was anxiety.

Or regret.

You stared at your hand–still red from where he tightly grabbed your wrist.

That same hand now gripping your water bottle, minutes before the rehearsal.

You told yourself you wouldn't think about it.

You lied.

Your mind wandered around the same scene all night long, his voice echoing inside your head every time you tried to sleep.

The sudden click of the door opening made your mind clear instantly with a flinch, looking at where the sound came from.

The owner of your nightly thoughts was there.

Your eyes flew away off him, pretending he didn't exist.

He did the same.

About 10 minutes passed. A torture for both of you. There were no words coming from your mouths. Room full of awkward silence, lost eyes and dry lips.

You thanked God your choreographer appeared with a smile. Your eyes traveled to his hands. He had two small designer bags with gift's bows.

“Good morning!”

You bowed and went his way.

“This is for you,” he said handing you one of the bags, then doing the same with Ni-ki. “I hope you like it”

You carefully opened the bag, pulling out a small box inside.

A delicate silver necklace sat inside, your initial engraved on the charm.

“Wow, this is beautiful” You whispered as you took the necklace off the box and attempted to place it on your neck.

Your nails were long, which made your tries fail. You still tried to clip it.

What you didn’t realize was that Ni-ki had already moved closer.

Before you could protest, his fingers gently gathered your hair into a loose ponytail, lifting it up.

You froze.

His hand brushed your neck.

You felt the clasp click softly into place.

You didn’t breathe.

Your eyes connected through the mirror.

His eyes were unreadable.

Yours were full of doubts.

He quickly removed his hand from you, faking a cough and looking away from your direction.

Practice went decent that evening. You polished almost every step and finished the piece.

What didn't went nice was the tension.

If felt like you didn't knew each other.

You barely looked at him.

He barely touched you when he was supposed to.

Even the choreographer noticed the awkward stares you both had, but he decided to remain silent.

As time passed, practice ended. You had to go back to the hotel.

“I hope you can keep up tomorrow too, I don't have the right to do this and it is not professional,” he sighed before speaking again. “but I don't need you being awkward with each other.”

You nodded slowly, gaze dropping to the floor. Sighing.

“I can tell something's not right. It is ruining the performance. I'll ask you to resolve your issues and be professional about this.”

He left the room. Silence flooded. Eyes wandered around.

You didn’t move. Neither did he.

Just that same silence filling the room—thick, uncomfortable, almost unbearable.

You could hear the faint hum of the air conditioning, the soft tap of Ni-ki’s fingers against his water bottle.

And then—

“We can’t keep doing this.”

His voice was low, rough from hours of rehearsal… or maybe something else.

You looked up. He was already staring at you.

Not with anger.

Not with arrogance.

Just... tired eyes.

“I know.” your voice barely audible.

He sighed again. Looking around. “You hate me. I get it. But we're stuck with each other. At least for this.”

Your lips parted dry. “I don't hate you.”

His eyes slightly sparked. Looking at you, speechless.

You sighed and met his gaze. “You were really good today. And yesterday.” You added. “I mean it.”

He looked at you a second longer before speaking. “You too. You always are.”

It felt like a start.

Not a friendship.

But maybe the first crack in the wall you'd build between each other.

The last three words that came out of his mouth echoed in your head.

Something about the way he said it. His tone, his sincerity. It made something tighten in your chest.

Your eyes dropped to the floor once again. “Then why do you always act like I'm beneath you?”

He tensed. Almost embarrassed.

“I don't.” he muttered.

You laughed, but it was bitter.

“You do. You always have. Since we were kids. You’d win something and look at me like it was your birthright. Like you were always supposed to be better.”

He didn’t answer.

You took a step forward.

“What did I even do to you?”

Silence.

And then, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it—

“You existed.”

Your breath hitched.

“What?”

His eyes finally met yours again. Sharp, guarded, but there was something fragile behind them. Something cracked.

“You existed,” he repeated, more firmly now. “You were always there. Always ahead. Always… perfect.”

The word felt like venom on his tongue.

“You don’t get it, y/n. You never did. You weren’t just competition. You were the reminder that no matter how hard I worked, I was always second best.”

You stood frozen, throat dry.

“I hated you,” he continued, voice low. “But not for the reasons you think.”

Something in you twisted.

You stepped closer — barely a foot of air between you.

“Then what were the reasons?”

His jaw clenched.

He looked away.

“Forget it.”

“No,” you said, voice firmer now. “Say it.”

His breath caught.

And just when you thought he might say something, finally, he shook his head and stepped back.

“We should get some sleep.”

The room suddenly felt colder. Your eyebrows furrowed.

He turned towards the door, gripping the handle, hesitating.

And before he walked out.

“You’re still perfect, y’know.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

And you stood there, heart pounding, wondering what the hell just happened.

You swore your legs moved on its own.

You were chasing after him.

As you saw him almost walking out the building, you grabbed his arm from behind.

“You can't say things like that and just walk away.”

He stood there, still back–facing you.

His breath hitched.

“I just said the truth.” He whispered.

“Can you look at me?” You almost begged. Voice barely making it past to your lips.

He hesitates, his feet slowly turning to your direction.

His eyes meeting yours.

Silence fullfilled the entire building, since no one else was there.

Your hand still tugging his arm.

You swore you could hear your own heartbeat.

He removed his arm from your grip.

You looked at it.

He sighed.

“I didn't meant to confuse you. Or make things even more awkward.” he paused, looking away. “The words came out on their own. I guess.”

You nodded. Still repeating his words in your head.

“You're still perfect”

Silence was quick to appear again.

No stares.

No words.

No touches.

Both of you tried to remain silent. He took a step closer.

You stared at him.

“You don't hate me, do you?” his tone was full of sincerity. Politely asking.

“I don't.” you said. A smile tried to break into your lips.

He nodded and almost gasped.

His gaze went down to your chest, were your necklace–that he placed there–stood. He slightly traced his fingers along it.

You tried to maintain your breath steady. But he was so close, it was almost impossible. Your eyes trembled.

His hand moved along your neck, tossing your hair out of his way and placing his fingers on your nape.

His cold touch almost made you gasp, he noticed it and smirked slightly.

His eyes connected with yours. He looked at you almost asking for permission, you nodded.

His other hand moved quickly to your waist, pulling you even closer and resting his forehead in yours. He gulped and whispered. “I can't wait no more.”

And the moment finally came.

He was kissing you.

It wasn't fierce, it wasn't rough.

It was full of emotions, questions unsolved, words that didn't came through.

His lips moved at a slow pace, tracing yours with his tongue. When his tongue intertwined with yours, you instinctively moved your hands to his hair, gently pulling it.

He almost whined and grabbed your neck. The kiss deepening even further.

His hands became bolder. Gripping the curve of your ass. You moaned in response.

He pulled back, gasping for air. You sighed and blushed.

Still staring at each other, he pulled you close again, delivering a small kiss to your lips, barely touching them.

He smiled.

“We should go.”

You snapped out of your thoughts, nodding at him.

A few minutes later, a taxi pulled up.

You got inside, heat still burning in your chest.

You walked along the dark and silent hotel. Looking for your room, saddening at the thought of the kiss not repeating again. You two knew it wasn't right.

As you reached it. He stood behind you.

“You should get some sleep. We need to practice tomorrow morning too.” His voice came raw, almost a whisper.

You looked back at him and tried to smile. “I think so.”

He walked a few steps away. Sighing.

You pressed your hand at the door handle. Fighting your impulses.

Closing your eyes, you opened it.

Suddenly, you felt cold hand grabbing your arm, pulling you back.

He kissed you again.

This time it became bolder much faster.

Tilting his head to reach deeper into your mouth with his tongue.

His hands tracing your whole body.

You whined as he placed you against the door, now fully open.

You were quickly to explore his body with your hands too.

As you two started to gasp for air, the kiss broke.

He gulped and caressed your hair, almost pulling it.

Lips still swollen from the kiss.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, voice rough.

You didn't answer with words. Just grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him inside the room, closing the door behind you.

Roughs kisses came again, his hands traveling to your hips, brushing his with you.

“Do you feel it? You feel what you do to me?” he growled into your ear as he grinded up against you, both of you still fully closed, but the heat–god, the heat.

You whined shamelessly, head falling back against the wall. “Please...”

“Please what?” he teased, voice lower than ever. “You want this cock, huh?” His lips hovered above yours.

You nodded quickly, bitting your lip.

“You're so cute... You don't even know what you do to me.”

You kissed him hungrily, walking back wards to your bed.

As he felt the edge of the mattress hit your knees, he gently placed you onto the bed.

Hands everywhere, desperate, slow.

He trailed kisses down to your collarbone, cupping your tits with his hands, stealing moans out of you.

Your hips instinctively bucked up, begging for contact.

“Is my princess needy?” he teased. “I'm gonna fuck you so good, you're gonna beg me to stop.”

His hands moved below your shirt, tossing it off.

“So fucking perfect.” voice thick with need and desire. Tracing every curve of you with his fingers.

The same ones that ended up teasing the waistband of your shorts before taking them off.

He rubbed his nose against your clothed pussy, smelling you and whining.

“I wanna taste you so bad.”

“Please.” you whimpered in need, cheeks blushing.

He pushed your panties aside, thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit. “Already dripping for me.”

His tongue flicked over your swollen bud, sucking hard as his fingers slipped inside you, curling just right. “You're so tight. So needy.”

You moaned. Hips bucking in search of even more contact, a try to alleviate your despair.

His experienced tongue moved along your folds, sucking and pressing flat against your clit.

He hummed–drown in ecstasy, sending vibrations repeatedly through your core.

One of your hands moved to his hair, pushing it even closer to your crescent heat.

He started tongue–fucking you.

“Oh my fucking god. Yes!” you almost screamed, feeling a knot tidying on your stomach.

“You close, baby?” he smirked against you.

“Y-yes, please, don't stop.” you moaned breathless, pulling his hair.

He kept his pace, fucking you with his tongue as his thumb traced circles around your clit.

Just when you felt you were about to come undone, he pulled back. Your climax almost hit you.

You whined at the lost of contact, eyes glossy, almost crying.

His eyes darkened as he soaked his lips with his tongue, still tasting you.

Something in him shifted at the sight of you.

Body trembling beneath him.

Lips swollen.

Eyes begging and full of tears.

He connected your lips and made you taste yourself on him. He grabbed your throat gently, you moaned in response.

As he broke the kiss, he removed his own clothes.

Ending in just his boxers, bulge big and hard.

You gasped and traced the shape of it with your finger, making him groan.

With inexperienced movements, you removed his boxers, his cock showing and bouncing against his abdomen.

You wrapped it with your hand, stealing moans off him.

You moved your hand up and down slowly, almost deviously.

His pre–cum made it easier for you to slid your hand, going faster each time.

Soon, you placed your tongue against his tip, going from the base to the top in a slow pace.

You stuffed it in your mouth, cheeks cupping.

You tried to deep–throat it, but he was so big you choked almost halfway in. Tears dripping by your blushed face.

He chuckled in pleasure at the vulgar view he had.

Your mouth full of his cock, tears coming down.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you down. You choked even more and moaned, the vibrations sending him to the edge.

“You–fuck, you look so pretty like this. Your mouth full of my dick” he groaned and set the pace, moving your head up and down as his will.

“I–I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum all over your mouth.” he warned you, voice full of lust.

His eyes rolled back due to the pleasure, like he was at the edge of ruining you.

With a gasp and breathless whines, he came undone on your mouth, stroking himself.

You closed your eyes and felt his seed stuffing your mouth.

You swallowed everything, opening your eyes. His gaze fixed on you, almost moaning.

“You did so good, baby.” his voice came out in between gasps.

You could feel his cock softening.

But the heat of your mouth,

your eyes still glossy,

your hair messy on his fist.

Everything drove him insane, every thought of ruining and claiming your body were quick to hard his dick once again.

He grabbed your neck with force, you choked on air.

He kissed you fiercely, tasting himself on you.

His hands moved you with ease, pushing you back onto the bed, his lips attacking your collarbone this time.

His fingers along your folds, your whines coming out loud.

“Shh, baby. We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?” he smirked and put two fingers inside you. “So wet, so fucking tight... I'm gonna ruin you.”

“I need you, please.” you whimpered, your body trembling with need.

He chuckled mockingly while removing his fingers from your inside. “Beg for it.” he said as he settled himself in between your legs.

You swore your throat was dry from every moan and whimper that came out of you, but you felt incapable to stop. The pleasure was overwhelming.

“Ni-ki, please. I–I need you to fuck me.” your eyes sparkled with need, looking at him.

He groaned, running the head of his cock through your folds. As he grabbed your hips, he pushed deep inside you.

He slammed into you with one deep thrust, making your mouth fall open in a silent scream.

“Shit– That's it.” he groaned into your shoulder. “That tight little cunt was made for me.”

You were shaking, gasping under him, lips parted, tears running down your temples. He didn’t slow down—he couldn’t. You were too warm, too wet, too perfect. His cock throbbed deep inside you with every thrust.

“I can feel every twitch.” he hissed. “I love to stuff you full of my cock.”

You nodded, whining beneath him.

“Taking me so good, like a good fucking girl.” He grunted, hips slamming against yours.

He rubbed your clit with his thumb, making you tremble under his touch.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cream all over my cock?”

You could barely speak–just moans and whimpers made it past your lips.

He thrusted even deeper and faster, his head falling back and moaning almost loud.

Your eyes closed by themselves, feeling your climax almost break you.

“That's it, baby. Cum for me.” he groaned, lifting your legs up his shoulders, reaching that spot that made you almost cry.

With a few more thrusts, you came undone. “Fuck–so good!” you screamed whining and gripping yourself on his arm.

He hissed as your walls clenched his cock. “Fuck—you're milking me, baby. Don’t stop.”

Still inside you, he slowed his thrusts, letting you ride out every aftershock, lips brushing against your cheek. But you were still trembling, gasping for air.

As you steadied yourself, he moved your legs away from his shoulders, placing them onto the bed.

“You did so good, princess.” he caressed your cheeks with his thumb, pulling you close to kiss you. “Think you can give me another one?”

You nodded, eyes glossy. “Please... more.”

That was all he needed.

He pulled out slowly, admiring the way your arousal coated him. Then without warning, he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach.

“Ass up,” he ordered, smacking your thigh lightly.

You obeyed, lifting your hips for him, back arched, face pressed into the sheets.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, gripping your ass with both hands. “So wet, so ready.”

You whimpered as he spread your legs further, positioning himself behind you. One slow thrust and he was fully inside again, groaning deep from his chest.

“Fuck–you're amazing. So deep, so tight... You make me crazy.” he groaned.

His hips slammed against your ass, his hands gripping you tight. The filthy sounds of your soaked pussy growing louder, messier.

“You're dripping.” he smirked, slapping your ass with one hand. “Fucking leaking down my balls. So desperate for me.”

You clawed at the sheets, overwhelmed. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“Oh, you will,” he growled, pounding harder. “You’re gonna cum all over my cock again. And again. Until you forget your fucking name.”.

You whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes from the overstimulation and pressure building again.

“You want me to cum inside this pussy? Stuff you full like you need it?”

“Y-yes—please! Fill me up, I want it—I want your cum so deep inside me,” you begged, nearly sobbing.

He groaned in pleasure, you felt your orgasm approach again.

And with one final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock pulsing as he filled you with thick, hot ropes of cum.

Your climax came almost at the same time. You collapsed beneath him, legs trembling, body spent and marked by him.

He leaned down, breath heavy in your ear. “You did so fucking good for me.”

He collapsed beside you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. For a moment, there was only silence—your bodies tangled in the sheets, your heart still racing, the air heavy with the scent of sex and something deeper.

He reached out a towel from his side. Placing himself in between your legs, cleaning you up.

After finishing, he placed himself onto the bed once again.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes searching yours.

“You drive me insane, you know that?” His voice was low, almost like a secret.

You smiled, still catching your breath. “You started it.”

WELL this is my first post ever, I already told you english IS NOT my first language, this took me 5 solid days to write (plus I don't know how the fuck y'all make posts, shi was hard)

Ngl it was fun and a new experience, I realised I need to study more tho.. but anyways I hope you enjoyed it!!

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

What the Kids Are Calling It

Prompt #2 - Selling the Drama | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: AU, Meet Cute, Movie Set, Famous Corroded Coffin, Regular Guy Steve Harrington

"Cut!"

Eddie slumps back into his director's chair. They're in over their heads here. This was a really bad idea, none of them know how to act. The label has lost their minds if they think this is gonna help their career. It's just gonna be an embarrassment. 

He needs a minute, so he slips away from the set, heading back to the craft service table. It's the only thing he likes about this situation.

Studying the choices, he zones out. Acting is stressful. More than he ever imagined it'd be.

"Looking for something in particular?" 

Eddie looks up. There's a guy standing next to him. He's never seen him before. 

"Uh, not really. Just. You know. Avoiding."

"Your job?" he asks. It makes Eddie laugh.

"Exactly," Eddie teases. 

"You're doing good," he says, and Eddie doesn't think that's true at all. But he's used to having smoke blown up his ass after being in the business this long. "Really selling the drama."

Eddie laughs, a sudden burst of sound that he knows surely made people look in his direction.

"This is supposed to be a comedy," Eddie says, and this guy blushes a pretty pink.

"Okay. I haven't seen any of it. I'm a fill-in. Robin, my best friend, she's sick today," he says, and Eddie looks at him, utterly charmed. "I'm Steve. Don't tell anyone I'm not in the union. I think the punishment is digging my own grave at Hollywood Forever."

Steve flips over his badge, which is conveniently backwards. Eddie recognizes Robin from her picture.

"My lips are sealed," Eddie says, "I'm Eddie."

"And you're an actor that doesn't want to act?" Steve asks, brow furrowing in confusion.

"I'm not an actor. I'm a musician. We're a band, and they're trying to make some sort of knockoff version of This is Spinal Tap. It's not going well. Don't sign contracts you don't fully understand," Eddie advises.

"Noted," Steve says with a grin. 

He's handsome. If Eddie has to be tortured, at least getting to talk to him for a few minutes is a nice consolation. 

"Eddie!" Gareth yells, and Eddie turns.

"That's my cue, I guess," Eddie says and Steve nods.

The next break he has, Steve is waving him over. Eddie goes. Of course he does.

Steve leads him back towards the makeshift kitchen, opening the freezer. Retrieving a truly monstrous ice cream sundae.

"Holy shit," Eddie says, taking it from Steve when it's offered to him.

"I worked in an ice cream shop as a teen. This was our crown jewel. The U.S.S. Butterscotch."

Eddie laughs, and honestly, he can't eat all this. For one, he won't have the time, "You better grab yourself a spoon too. I'm definitely gonna need your help."

When Jeff and Goodie find him, he's laughing at a little table, sharing ice cream with Steve. Flirting. He's definitely flirting.

Goodie clears his throat, and Eddie looks in his direction.

"Having fun?" Goodie asks, and Eddie nods. Of course he's having fun. 

"You know it," Eddie says, "this is the best part of filming so far."

Jeff rolls his eyes, but walks over and puts both of his hands on Eddie's shoulders, guiding him up out of his chair, "We've got work to do, if you're done playing old fashioned soda shop."

Eddie laughs, and jabs his spoon back into the ice cream, getting one last bite before he's pulled away, Steve smiling as he goes.

Craft service is still fully stocked, but Steve is nowhere to be seen. Eddie feels a clench in his gut. He should have gotten his number, should have asked him out, should have done something, anything.

Then he relaxes, just a bit. Robin. Robin will be back. He can get through to Steve that way.

He gets led to the makeup trailer, and they take off his wig, and start removing his makeup. When he steps down out of it, Steve is standing there, leaning against the wall. Legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded across his chest.

"Whoa," Steve says, and Eddie reaches up towards his lack of hair. He cut it short a few months ago, and he's still a little self-conscious about it, even if it's much easier to take care of now.

"Yeah, surprise, I guess. I forgot," Eddie says. Because he did. He doesn't think about the wig.

Steve takes a step forward, holding out a slip of paper in his hand, "My number. If you ever want to hang out."

"Hang out," Eddie repeats, teasing him, "is that what the kids are calling it?"

Steve laughs, and nudges Eddie with his elbow, "Stop."

"How 'bout now? Are you available to hang out right now? I know a good spot for tacos," Eddie offers.

"I think maybe I should feel bad if you're leaving set still thinking about more food."

Eddie grins at him, "I was just looking for a way to keep you around."

Steve reaches forward and grabs him by the shirt collar, tugging him closer, "We could hang out at my place."

Eddie swallows and nods. Definitely. He wants to hang out with Steve. He hasn't felt like this in a long time. Like he's not Eddie Munson, the celebrity. Instead, he's just Eddie. Some guy that happens to like playing music.

"You really didn't know who I was?" Eddie asks, and he's sure that makes him sound like an asshole.

Steve shakes his head, "I'm not really into metal. Is that a dealbreaker?"

"It's not," Eddie says, "but there are lots of kinds of metal. Surely we could find something you like. Even if it's not my music."

"You're more than welcome to try," Steve offers, and Eddie will. He definitely will.

And Eddie holds out his arm, suggesting Steve lead the way to his car. 

Steve backs out of his spot, and pulls out of the studio lot, waving at the guard as they pass the booth.

Eddie hopes they hang out all night.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: I definitely thought of when all of Metallica cut their hair in the 90s. Maybe Eddie Munson followed suit, lol. Could Steve have just waltzed onto a set? I mean, if anyone's capable, it's Steve Harrington. Let him turn on his, *snap, snap* - charm.

Okay, they totally just recognized him as Robin's friend that tags along with her and ignored his dumb lie. I just know it. 🤣

[ssijin]

— 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

pairing– kim minjeong x librarian! gn!reader

synopsis– lately, winter has this little habit of slipping away during her free hours. not just to fancy cafes or luxury shops, but to a small and quiet library somewhere down the alley, away from the noisy main roads. you're the librarian who works there, who keeps her entertained, and who sees her as not just winter– but as minjeong.

tags– just fluff, yes.

word count– 1.5k

you don't exactly remember when, but the first time she entered through the door, you swore you felt your whole world stop.

because usually, the only people who'd come visit your little library were young students— those who seek study materials for their assignments. or perhaps the elderly who seek newspapers and magazines to keep them entertained.

the little bell above your door chimes, and you raise your head to see who entered.

but you weren't expecting her.

one of today's biggest stars, winter of aespa.

she slipped in quietly that day, looking small in an oversized hoodie, with those big square frames perched on her nose that made her look a little less like an idol and more like your friendly next-door neighbor. she'd bow her head slightly, just so that no one would recognize her too quickly, and you eventually mustered up the courage to speak up.

"hello, w-welcome. can I help you with anything?"

winter looked up then, fiddling with her fingers in reservation. lips parting to speak. "I-I just wanted to look around, if that's alright."

you blink, taking a moment to process before quickly stepping aside. letting her know that she was free to scan the shelves for anything that caught her eye, and you find yourself watching. you watched the way she'd drift between shelves, fingers ghosting over the spines, pausing every so often to tug a book free to skim and scan.

"...the little prince." you spoke, breaking the silence between the both of you. cheeks flaring red as soon as she turned around to face you.

"t-the little prince by antoine de saint-exupéry. you could give that book a try."

winter's lips purse into a small pout, nodding her head slowly before turning back to the shelves. head tilted upwards as she made an attempt to scan for the book.

"that sounds like a nice one..." she said, letting out the softest chuckle that made your heart flutter.

just a little bit.

or maybe a lot.

"but where can I find it?"

"ah!" you blink, quickly moving towards the shelves. now it was your turn to drift between shelves, your own fingers trailing lightly along the spines of the book until you finally found the book– a worn, old copy of 'the little prince'.

she looked at the book, studied its depth and its width before she opened it, flipping each page one by one in hopes to get a glimpse of what it was about. she took her time, and then looked back at you with a wide smile.

"is it alright if I borrow this?" she shyly asked, as if borrowing was forbidden.

"of course." you say, voice coming out softer than you intended. hand extended for her to hand the book over for you to register her name on the list. "that's what the book here in this little library is for."

winter waited patiently, fingers fiddling with one another as she observed you.

———

since then, you thought that it'd be the first and the last time she'd ever pay your little library a visit. but you had no idea that her first visit would become the start of something gentle, a little spark to your everyday.

after that afternoon, winter returned. still hesitant and watchful— always checking over her shoulder, looking left and right before she stepped inside.

of course, she still wore oversized hoodies and big glasses. sometimes oversized tees and sunglasses to tuck her starlight away, but you'd recognize her anyway.

she'd keep her visits brief— slipping inside quietly, scanning the shelves, choosing for a book that piques her interest, and handing it over to you for you to register her name in the list.

"this one please."

"i'd like to borrow this one, if you'd let me."

"this one sounds nice... i'll borrow it for the time being."

those were the words she'd offer. simple, soft, quick, and straight to the point. still a little wary that people would recognize her and cause a scene in your little library.

but over time, through borrowed books and small conversations, winter found herself comfortable. blossoming like an open flower in your presence.

she no longer had to look over her shoulder when she entered. rather, she'd come inside with assurance that your little library had become her refuge; a place where she could shed off the weight of the public eye and just be herself— minjeong.

she started staying a little longer. from five minutes to ten, to an hour or two, then the whole afternoon, where the sun sets and fills your little library with hues of red and orange.

your conversations with her were no longer as short as,

"i'll borrow this!"

"alright, let me list your name down."

rather they evolved into something more sincere, tender, curious. "hey y/n, what genres do you like? i realized i never asked." "oh... well i like historical fiction, sometimes thrillers and mystery with a hint of romance." winter lets out a soft snort, "what kind of a mixture is that..?" "hey don't judge me for that!" "i'm sorry~" she'd giggle.

———

it was another slow afternoon at your little library. but instead of the usual hues from the sunset spilling through your windows, today there was only the quiet, soft patter of rain against the glass. yet that wasn't enough to keep winter from paying your library a visit. and to her, it had become a routine. the little bell above your door chimes as it usually does, and you raise your head to see who entered. you were no longer surprised that it would be winter. clad in a cozy oversized sweater, with those usual square frames.

"hello winter." you say, leaning against your desk. your head tilted to the side as you offer her a welcoming smile— that smile that always relieved her from the weights of the public eye. "hey... we talked about this didn't we?" she asked with a little whine in her tone as she walked towards the shelves, scanning through each shelf for something to borrow. "about what?" you ask. "that you'd call me minjeong instead of winter when i'm here!" she puffed. "you're going to blow my cover, and then suddenly everyone would come chasing me out just because they want a photo or perhaps an autograph from me."

you let out a small laugh, pushing yourself off the desk to approach her, just in case she needed help with picking books in the higher shelves. "sorry, i tend to forget." "you always do." she mutters, rolling her eyes as she scans the shelves once more. crouching down to pick a book on the lower corner that piqued her interest.

"do you think i'll cry if i read this?" winter asked, lips pursed into a small pout as she lent you the book, eagerly waiting for you to give her a response. "the... book cover looks melancholic and sad." "oh." you say, eyebrows raised as you read the title of the book she chose to borrow this time. she picked 'kim ji-yong, born 1982 by cho nam-joo'.

and you, whom she's grown comfortable around, felt the sudden urge to tease. your lips tuck behind your teeth, eyes creasing ever so slightly as you attempt to hold your smile. "...no, i don't think you'll cry when you read this, minjeong-ah." you see her eyes narrow, clearly not believing a word but she laughs anyway. "liar." "i'm not lying!" you say, unable to hold your laughter anymore. "i've read that book once—" "once?" winter raised a brow at you, head tilted to the side as if she had read past through your little jokes. "if you read it once then that could possibly mean that you did cry when you read this and never dared to pick it up again."

you let out a small scoff, shaking your head as you try to hide the warmth rising to your cheeks. you grew easier for her to read. "so you did cry." she teased. "m-maybe a little." "just a little?"

"okay fine i cried." you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes as you turn away, walking towards the front desk to register her name on the list. "but i think you'll like it anyway."

winter hummed thoughtfully, her fingers drumming lightly against the counter. "i'll be the judge of that." as soon as you finish registering her name, you glance outside your window. the rain had picked up, droplets streaming steadily down the glass in thin, wavering lines.

her gaze follows yours, looking out towards the window before she spoke. "looks like the rain isn't planning to stop anytime soon..." "do you want to stay a little longer?" you ask. "i can prep us some tea while we wait." "tea?" "mhm." you hum in reply, already busying yourself with tea preparations. "you can go take a seat by the windows and read the first chapter of the book you just borrowed while you wait. i'll be right there with the tea!"

"alright!" she replies, already making her way to claim the table by the window.

you turn around for a moment, watching her settle by the window. book in hand, rain tapping gently against the glass.

and with a quiet smile, you turn back to finish the tea, thinking, just for a moment, of how right it feels to have her here.

[askoverkill]

hey so i'm open to criticism if anyone wants to talk. as far as i'm aware i'm doing everything i can -only tagging story posts publically + tagging everything that needs to be tagged

idk what exactly could be upsetting anyone to complain but if I can correct something for anyone i would but otherwise i would just recommend people block/black list the blog. "overkill au" is something i'd recommend anyone making fancontent should use so fanart can be blocked too

its not a great feeling to hear there's people unhappy with my work when i'm telling the story i want to tell and tagging it already. please don't tell me if its not something i can address/try to fix. people are allowed their opinions and i'm not upset that they don't like it, i just don't need to know otherwise? its not helping me if i can't do something about it and otherwise we're both in our own lanes.

peace and love - sam

[xmads-omensx]

Remember how taylor said love story was inspired by her parents saying 'no' to dating a guy a little older than her and just was a no no in their book? Song writer!reader who admits a little later in life the song was about noah 🙂‍↕️🤭

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Sonwriter!Reader

CW: mentions of disapproving parents, fluff

Interviewer: So, Y/N, you just finished up your tour and are currently in the studio working on your next album. What's it sounding like so far? Are there any similarities to other songs or albums of yours?

Y/N:

Yes I am! Honestly, there isn't a lot of similarity in terms of sound, but lyrically there are some references and reflections of older songs.

Interviewer:

Interesting, are you allowed to share any of these?

Y/N:

Yeah there's a couple songs actually. Sparks Fly, You are in Love, So High School and Enchanted spring to mind.

Interviewer:

Do they all link back to the same song?

Y/N:

Yes. There's a song off of one of my earlier albums called Love Story.

Interviewer:

Yes. That's one of my favourites if I'm being honest. If I'm remembering right you said you wrote that song about a forbidden romance of yours? Your parents not approving of a boy?

Y/N:

Well thank you first of all. Yes that is what the song is about, which is actually what inspired So High School. There was this guy who I was really into... like really into... and my parents just did not approve.

Interviewer:

How so?

Y/N:

He had a lot of tattoos, was in a metal band. He wasn't the guy my parents liked the look of exactly.

Interviewer:

But you did?

Y/N:

More than anything.

Interviewer:

Did you keep seeing him? After your parents said no? Y/N:

Yeah I did. Noah and I have been together for about seven years now.

Interviewer: Oh wow

Y/N:

Now you know where most of my inspiration comes from.

Interviewer:

And does Noah know you've written songs about him?

Y/N:

Oh yeah. Honestly, he produces lots of my stuff, but I keep the more personal ones for other producers. I like sharing this with him you know? Makes it feel like he's in the song itself.

Interviewer:

If you don't mind me asking, how come you've waited so long to explain who the song was about?

Y/N:

Partly because Noah and I agreed not to entangle our careers. But also for privacy. But there does come a point in a relationship when all you want to do is scream from the rooftops how much you love your person.

Interviewer:

And Noah is your person? Y/N:

Noah is my everything.

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[flowersforthemachines]

Ship Sleep Dynamics

thank you @rookinthecrownest for tagging me <3 (and giving me a chance to again use this lucanisara screenshot I love so very much)

How often do they sleep together?

They definitely don't start sharing a bed right off the bat, but once Ghilasara builds up the courage to offer, it happens most nights as long as they are both in the Lighthouse.

Post-canon, not very often since they live apart and are both very busy. Ghilasara also visits more than Lucanis does, though he still comes by Weisshaupt to see her as well (and complain about the cooking there).

Where do they sleep?

Mid-canon, it's either the pantry, or the meditation room, neither of which are super comfortable for them both (Lucanis has a terrible bed, if you can even call it that, and the fish tank kinda freaks them both out). But they make it work :)

Post-canon, it's either the villa or Weisshaupt.

How do they prepare to sleep?

Ghilasara undoes her bun and braid, brushes her hair and then puts it up again in something comfortable for sleeping. It's a Whole Thing. About once a month, she also takes out and cleans her prosthetic. She and Lucanis will typically talk about their day(s) as she does it, especially if they were apart for long and need to catch up.

Once she's done, they'll also often read before sleeping, both just to themselves, and to each other :)

What do they wear to sleep?

Ghilasara would wear something like a loose long shirt (she would NOT wear that corset-y top veilguard you don't know her like I do). Lucanis - the same as in the game's canon.

Do they cuddle?

Ygeah. They are both very clingy - if they start holding on, they don't let go.

What are their preferred sleep positions?

Lucanis doesn't really have any - I headcanon that he doesn't have complex TM sleeping preferences. Just having a surface would be nice. Though, he does love being the little spoon (just like Ghilasara. which is exactly why they need a third wait who said that)

Ghilasara loves sleeping on her back or her side, but only the right side (because with only one seeing eye, sleeping on the left side would limit her field of view even further).

How easy do they fall asleep?

Lucanis falling asleep quickly when he's next to Ghilasara is very important to me <3 She usually falls asleep quickly as well, unless something is keeping her up.

Do they toss and turn a lot?

Ghilasara tosses and turns if she can't fall asleep, because not being able to fall asleep sort of pisses her off. Otherwise, both of them only toss and turn if they are having nightmares.

Do they snore?

Deeply traumatised by my father's insanely loud snoring during my childhood, I relieve any characters under my protection from the same horrors. No, they don't.

Who hogs the blanket?

Ghilasara only steals the blanket tactically when she wants Lucanis to get closer to her.

What do they dream about?

Blighted nightmares for Ghilasara, Ossuary nightmares for Lucanis :) Though I also headcanon that Spite learns to "eat" those (or, well ward them away), so they can get better sleep.

How easily do they wake up?

Lucanis is properly awake the moment he opens his eyes. Ghilasara doesn't have a lot of difficulty waking up either, but she will pretend to still be asleep if that gets her more cuddle time.

Tagging @hightowerqueen @thewardenisonthecase and @inquisimer if you wish to play <3

[angelltheninth]

Jinu Uses You For His Pleasure

Pairing: Jinu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con, rough sex, creampie, breath play, enemies who fuck, being pinned down, growling, possessive sex, edging, cum swallowing, slight breeding kink, marking, cunnilingus, blowjob, demon x human

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A/N: I've had multiple requests for more dub-con with Jinu, so here it is! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it because I really enjoyed it.

Jinu hated you right now, more than he usually hated you, which was probably the reason he was so rough and forgiving as he pounded your cunt relentlessly. "You thought I'd let you get away with that? You thought you were innocent when you batted your eyelashes at all those fans, blew kisses at them while signing pictures for them. Did you think I wouldn't notice when others look at something that's mine?!"

He didn't care how you squirmed or fought back against his grip, you can't break it, it only makes him grip your wrists tighter, pin you down against the couch harder.

"You don't own me, and the fact that you act like you do… it's funny to see you pissed off." Jinu growled at your taunting insult, his marks appearing around his body more clearly, his human facade fading the angrier he got. You couldn't help but think how attractive he was, half way between the human idol everyone worships and half the demon you've been fighting for what feels like lifetime.

"You say that and yet your body wants me, your pussy so tight I can hardly pull out. You can fight, scream, curse me out all you want until your voice is gone but until I make sure your body knows who it belongs to, who can use it, I won't stop." His cock twitched inside of you, the fat tip hammering into your womb, pushing more and more of his seed in and showing no sign of stopping.

You didn't exactly want to piss him off, you didn't even want to see him, ever again. But given that it was inevitable and he was a complete asshole to you last time he fucked you it was only right that you got some payback. Even if it hurt to get fucked like this, it made your whole body ache, it made your head dizzy, but it was worth it to see Jinu lose control.

Jinu groaned as your hips snapped up against his, not enough to knock him off, not nearly enough. "I love it when you fight me." You blinked and there he was, fully in his demon form. "Women like you are my favorite to break, so strong, so beautiful, and before you know it, all mine. Mine to use, mine to have whenever I want, mine to fuck and fill you up with as many babies as possible."

"You're delusional if you think that's going to happen. I'll never… ugh.. submit to the likes of you. You're nothing but a lowly… demon. Nothing but a- mmn… wh-" He sopped. He was fully buried inside of you but he wasn't moving. You hiccuped, voice breaking from the sudden lack of stimulation. "What are you doing?"

"Having fun with my human. What else?" He moved back slowly and then even slower slid back in. "Mmm, let me enjoy your sweet pussy, so warm and tight, already full of my seed. Bet your fans would think of you differently if they knew how much you were craving a good fuck. Saw how utterly full of cum you are, and wanting more. Tch. Not very idol-like of you, is it?"

"Shut up. I don't want to hear that from you. You god damn hypocrite!" You moved up as much as his grip allowed you to, a hair between the two of you. "Are you scared you can't measure up? Is that why you do this? You know you can't get any unless you're being forceful with me?" You could see your words were making him angry, but never the less his cock reacted, his hips too, snapping harder and faster with every taunt.

"Human… you need to learn some manners." Jinu pulled out of you entirely, all his cum spilling from your pussy. What was even more surprising was that he let you go, at least you thought he did before his legs pressed against your arms, once again pinning you down on the couch. "You have quite a mouth. Let's make you put it to a better use shall we?"

With a sharp growl he plunged his entire cock down your throat, fucking your mouth mercilessly, making you choke on his dick, gasp for air. You moaned and gurgled around his cock, every word you tried to speak only adding to his pleasure as your tongue lapped against it. Jinu leaned over and wrapped his arms around your hips to pull your lower half up, letting his cum drip down your ass as his tongue lashed at your clit.

"What's wrong, is my bitch struggling to breathe? My cock too much for you? You better come quickly then. Cause I'm gonna keep fucking you until you do. Teach you to mouth off to me. Oh, and all of this…" Jinu pushed two fingers into your aching pussy, "…for every drop of cum that you waste I'll fuck more into you, so don't think I'm gonna let you go so easily."

His still full balls smacked against you as he fucked your mouth and throat, his tongue drawing patterns on your clit, fingers fucking you hard but not enough. You didn't want to let him win, but you also didn't want him to have you in this humiliating position, making you choke on his cock. Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes as you begrudgingly focused on his cock, your tongue licking the salty cum that dripped down, licking the pulsing veins, your hips rocking towards his face.

"That's a good girl. Yeah, you're mine. Best to accept it. Let yourself be mine, all mine. Let yourself come." His knees lifted from your arms and you felt shame well up inside of you as you gripped his thighs to keep his cock in your mouth as you came, swallowing around it, making him release down your throat, greedily gulping it down. "Such a good slut."

Jinu's let your legs fall against the couch and pushed himself off. He looked down at you, your face flushed, eyes red, tears running down your face, his seed leaking from between your legs and from the side of your mouth.

As he grinned you felt the urge to hide. "Pretty cumslut, filled with cum on both ends." You threw your arm over your face and chewed on your bottom lip. A mistake as you tasted his cum even more intensely. "I'm feeling nice so I'll let you catch your breath for a moment." Jinu walked around and pushed himself between your legs, his still hard cock nudging between your dripping folds.

His hands massaged across your body almost gently, helping to ease the tension enough to push his cock back in. "That… I… can't anymore…"

"Yes, you can." He sighed as he bottomed up, his mouth curling upwards at the whimpering sound you made. "Shhh, this is all I'm doing. Just want to be inside of you. Rest up, my darling. Because I'm not sure how long I'll be able to hold myself back."

[mariaforeverlol]

“Pretty Little Secret”

Idol!SunghoonxStylist!reader

Tags: fem!pov, Nsfw, Dom/sub, Secret relationship, Power Imbalance, Praise and degradation(reader referenced as slut two times), p in v, Oral(M receiving), unprotected(WRAP IT UP!), divorced!user. Angel in the streets, devil in the bed.

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The bright fluorescent lights in the backstage dressing room cast harsh shadows across your face as you adjusted Sunghoon's stage outfit for the fifth time. Your fingers worked as always, precise, practised, and professional. To anyone watching, you were just another stylist doing your job.

"Perfect as usual," Sunghoon murmured, his voice low enough so that only you could hear. His dark eyes met yours in the mirror, and for a moment, the careful mask you both wore threatened to slip.

You stepped back, clipboard in hand. "You're all set." Your voice was steady, professional. No one would guess that just hours ago, those same hands had been tangled in his hair as he—

"Five minutes to stage!" The  manager's voice cut through your thoughts.

As the other members of enhypen  gathered around and headed toward the stage entrance, Sunghoon stayed behind. His hand brushed yours as he reached for his in-ear monitors, the touch so brief it could have been accidental. But you felt the promise in that simple contact.

"My hotel room. same time," he whispered, adjusting his mic pack. To anyone else, it would look like he was simply checking his equipment.

You nodded barely noticeable. but you knew he noticed, he always did, then he stepped away as his manager approached. Back to being invisible, just another stylist.

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The hotel hallway was empty at 12PM. You'd waited in the stairwell, counting the minutes, your heart beating so loud you swore others could hear it. When you finally knocked on his door—three soft taps, your signal—it opened immediately.

Sunghoon pulled you inside without a warning, pressing you against the wall before the door even close. Before your eyes could even adjust to the bright lighting. His mouth found yours, hungry, like a man who'd been starved for weeks. 

"Been thinking bout you all day," he growled against your lips, his hands already roaming underneath your shirt.. "Watching you touch me like if i was just another client. Fixing my clothes, acting like you don't know exactly what you do to me."

Your breath hitched as he pulled your shirt off  "Someone could have seen—"

"Let them." His voice was rough, commanding in a way that made heat pool low in your belly. "I'm tired of pretending I don't want to bend you over that desk and make you scream my name."

"Look at you," he murmured, his free hand trailing down your throat. "So professional during the day. So perfect and untouchable. But we both  know the truth. We know how much of a little slut you become for me."

The degrading words sent a shiver through you, just as they always did. Your divorce had left you feeling unwanted. But Sunghoon—he made you feel desired in ways that were almost overwhelming.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his grip on your wrists tightening.

"You," you breathed. "I want you to use me."

His pupils dilated, and you knew you'd said exactly what he needed to hear. He released your wrists only to spin you around, pressing your chest against the wall. Not bothered enough to bring you to the room. His hands made quick work of your sweatpants. Pulling them down, letting them drop around your ankles

"So wet already," he observed, his fingers teasing your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. "Were you thinking about this during the show? Thinking about how I'm going to ruin you?"

You couldn't form words. Not trusting you voice, could only moan as he pulled your underwear aside and slipped two fingers inside you. The stretch was perfect, familiar, exactly what you'd been craving all day.

"Answer." he demanded, his other hand fisting in your hair.

"Yes," you gasped. "Yes, I was thinking about it. About you."

"Good girl." The praise went straight to your core, clenching around his fingers. "But first, I think you need to show me how much you missed me."

He pulled his fingers out, ignoring your whimper of protest, and turned you back around. The sight of him—hair messy,  lips kiss swollen, eyes dark with desire—never failed to steal your breath.

Without being told, you sank to your knees. Your hands hooked on the waist band of his sweatpants, pulling it down just enough to free him from the confines of his underwear. He was already rock hard, tip and angry red and glistening with precum.

"Such a pretty mouth," he murmured, running his fingers through your hair, grip gentle. "Show me what it can do."

Lips wrapped around him, reveling in the way his breath caught. The taste so familiar, yet so new. Reveling in the ability to make THE  ice prince lose control. You worked him with your tongue, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, just like that," he groaned, his hips starting to move. "So fucking perfect."

The sweet mixed with the filthy, exactly the what you needed. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, until his grip in your hair tightened almost painfully.

"enough," he said roughly, pulling your head off with a wet “POP”. "I need to be inside you. Now."

He picked you up bridal style, a gasp slipping past your lips. Kicking the door close behind him, dropping you on the bed roughly. Hands working to undress you, and then, you were naked beneath him, spread out like an offering, like a meal.

"So beautiful," he murmured, and this time his voice was soft, caring.”My little secret”

The words hit you harder than any degradation could have. Secret—that's what you were. What you had to be. His career, his image, they couldn't afford the scandal of a relationship with a divorced stylist 2 years his junior. But in moments like this, pressed against hotel room sheets with his mouth on your skin, it almost felt worth it.

He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip. "Ready for me?"

"Please," you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks. "I need you."

He pushed inside slowly, letting you feel it inch by inch as he filled you up. The stretch was so perfect, so familiar, so good yet still overwhelming. When he was finally buried to the hilt he paused, looking down at you with an expression that was almost tender.

"You feel so good, so tight" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "So perfect. Made for me. Made for me to ruin."

Then he began to move, and tenderness gave way to desperation. His thrusts were deep, calculated, designed to hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, chasing the friction you craved.

"That's it," he praised, his rhythm increasing. "Taking me so well."

The praise and the physical sensation combined were too much. You felt yourself reaching the edge, tightening around him.

"You gonna come for me?" he asked, his voice strained with his own fast approaching release. "Going to come on my cock like a good girl?"

"Yes," you gasped, your back arching off the bed. "please, I'm so close—"

"Then come," he commanded, his thumb finding your clit and circling the little bundle of nerves with just the right pressure. "Come for me, like a good little slut."

The orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body convulsing around him. Vision going blank. You bit down on his shoulder to muffle your cry, tasting the salt from his sweat.

He followed you over the edge moments later, his own release pulsing inside you as he buried his face in your neck. For a moment, you stayed like that, breathing hard, hearts racing in tandem.

When he rolled off you, pulling you against his side, the post-orgasmic haze began to clear. Reality crept back in—the hotel room, the secret, the careful distance you'd have to maintain tomorrow.

"I should go," you murmured, though you made no move to leave his arms.

"Stay," he said quietly. "Just a little while longer."

So you did, curled against his side, pretending that morning wouldn't come. Pretending that tomorrow you wouldn't have to go back to being professional,  just another staff member.

In the surroundings of his hotel room, you could almost believe that you were more than just a secret. Almost.

But morning would come, as it always did. And you'd slip back into your role, the perfect stylist, who touched him only when it was professional, who looked at him only when it was necessary.

Until the next hotel room. The next stolen moment. The next time he reminded you that beneath your professional exterior, you were still his just.

His pretty little secret.

This is my first ever post here T-T... also my first ever work. It's not good so I'd appreciate some advice (be kind 💔). thanks to grammarly for saving my life. and I did not proof read hits (its 3 am rn)

[captainlakes]

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o1. Monday ♡

sirius black x ravenclaw!fem!reader!

summary: first day of week turns into a nightmare week when sirius and you, the biggest enemies on hogwarts, end up fighting in the middle of a class.

words: 1.7K

tags: angst, enemies, forced proximity, slow burn.

warnings: this is the first part of a series, make sure you're in the right part before reading!!! hate, violence (lightly). slight mention of domestic violence. voldemort and death eaters mentioned (once), no romance yet. english is not my first language!

note: you have no idea how badly i've been trying to write something of sirius and i finally made it :) + this is my first series here so pls be nice with me & hope u enjoy<33

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Monday morning.

Nothing ever ends up well when you and the oldest Black are in the same room.

Everyone knows it. It is like a common knowledge that you and the marauder hate each other with every fiber of your souls. No one knows how it started though. There are rumors flying around the halls, from house to house and most of the time it's treated like a suburban legend, a fun fact the prefects of the houses share when a new student gets sorted in, but no one is really certain of the reason for the mutual hatred between the two of you. Everyone just knows it and goes along with it.

And when I say everyone, I mean everyone.

Students of all grades, most of the teachers, all of the phantoms and paintings, the grounds guardian, all sixth graders parents, some ministry guys that visited the castle, writers from the newspaper, The Prophet. Once, someone told you even Voldemort and his loyal followers were aware about it.

But Dumbledore has it under control. Mostly.

After the million of pranks and public discussions with Sirius on your first and half of your second year, the most powerful wizard in the world knew that leaving you both on the same house would be a menace, a disaster, for yourselves and for everyone around you, and Albus didn't need any more problems under his nose, the dark wizard corrupting students was enough.

So he separated you. The old man sent you straight to Ravenclaw. Why you? Yes, that was exactly what you had asked him but the explanation came easily: for you the change meant being part of a creative and intellectual house that also fit with your personality. For Sirius? A transfer would mean pushing him directly to the Death Eaters circle.

It really wasn't a difficult choice.

You didn't keep complaining because, after all, it had worked out well, you found a real home in Rowena's house, real friends and the most important part? You got free of seeing Sirius Black at every single minute, every single day, so it was a win-win for everyone.

The incidents fall to almost none. Just two public discussions during the next five years, a great progress if you asked any profesor who had dealt with your constant bickering and fighting in their classes.

Maintaining you apart was going perfectly for both sides. That's why you don't understand who was the clever person who decided Ravenclaw and Gryffindor sixth graders should share a class during an entire year, and even crazier, in what world Minerva McGonagall thought Sirius and you would work just fine while practicing transfiguration spells.

In any world, just to make it clear.

I mean, transfiguration spells? Sirius and you? That was set up for a total catastrophe.

And just as you thought, it happened.

A total catastrophe.

It started with a small disagreement, about him not moving the wand in the right way, then it escalated to him criticizing the way you pronounced the spell. Not much later, he was talking about your lack of ability and after that you could or could have not made a comment about his family that led to him to start screaming about you being always so insufferable and more hundreds of things that right now you don't remember. You just know that you fired back, yelled at him too as he started throwing spells at you and you couldn't resist the urge to not do the same, opening some birds cages, probably paralyzing Dorcas Meadows and slightly hurting Barty Crouch Jr in the process, to finally ending up with you being transformed into a fork and him being a bird.

A raven, specifically.

You just wanted him to be something as black as his heart —and his last name—. A raven seemed perfect to fill out your desires.

And to gain you a good scolding from Minerva, when she managed to fix your mess and to get you both back to your human forms.

The emptiness of your surroundings is evident by the silence that creaks around the four walls of the transfiguration classroom. There's no students anymore, not a sign of the rest of the marauders or Pandora, your best friend. They're all gone, probably dismissed after the little incident, if we could call it like that.

No one says a word for a minute, Sirius and you are sitting on the central part on the front row of desks, with unreadable expressions on your faces, almost shoulder to shoulder, waiting for whatever the old woman has to say.

It's not going to be good, you can realize by the way she watches you, by the way she's curling her fingers on both of your wands in a silent form of saying you're done with magic, the question is how long will that be?

How bad will the punishment be? Too long, maybe. The look of your teacher's face says it all even before she speaks.

“For Merlin sake, what were you thinking?” The angriness of McGonagall’s voice is clear.

“Minnie, please, just let me—” Sirius starts to speak but the woman doesn’t let him finish. The thought of him using the nickname he invented for Minerva in this situation seems bold of him, still you don't make a comment. You have enough problems already.

“No, Mr. Black” She says bluntly, giving him a stern look to indicate him to remain silent “You have no right after the scene you made…” She looks away, she paces “Fighting in the middle of my class like two little kids…This is not the kind of attitude I'm expecting from either of you” Now she's looking at you, making you want to hide beneath the table and not go out ever.

“Professor, I'm—” You tried to apologize, explain whatever the hell happened a few minutes ago but she interrupted you, abruptly.

“I know you have your differences but this time you were deliberately violent” She remarks, it's obvious that's she's done with this “You sent two students from each house directly to the infirmary”

“We didn't mean—” For a second time you attempt to explain the situation but again you fail as you are cut off.

“Whatever you meant or not meant is irrelevant, dear” Minerva told you, her voice softening just for a brief moment “You were one step away from start casting unforgivable curses to each other”

“Minnie, come on, that's ridiculous” Sirius interjects, sounding a bit offended by the accusations but still laughing in a bitter way. He looks at you and back to the woman that successfully developed a cat animagus “I wasn't…We weren't…It was just a playful fight”

“You, of all people, should be aware of the easy it is to turn a playful fight into a mortal one, Sirius”

Those words make his whole aura change. It was barely noticeable but you saw how his jaw clenched, how his right hand formed a fist beneath the desk and how he swallowed out of nerves, like if the comment of the woman hit the right spot.

His life in Grimmauld Place, probably.

You knew the basics just as everyone. Born in a pure blood family, heir of the fortune and greatest traitor after being sorted in the lions cave instead of the snakes cold house, as every one of his ancestors. Even his baby brother Regulus Black managed to get into the family house, however, he didn't and you were sure, for what your parents tell you sometimes about the Blacks, he might not have a great time in his house.

Walburga and Orion didn't exactly fit on the description of understanding people.

The silence lingers again, no one speaks. The only sound in the room is the soft breathing of the three present people, until the oldest of you sighs and looks up, studying both of the teenagers quickly.

“You are two of my best students” She states, firmly, confident that she's telling the truth “I can't let this kind of attitude overshadow your talent…This can't keep happening”

“It won't” You assure. Sirius stays quiet.

“No it won't” She agrees. There's a short pause before she adds “Each of your houses have 50 points less. 10 for the fight, 10 for freeing the birds, 10 for hurting Mr. Crouch, 10 for paralyzing Miss Meadows and 10 for explicitly ignoring my instructions of behaving”

“Fuck” Finally Sirius talks, or curse.

“Do you want me to add another 10, Mr. Black?” She shots back, in an authoritative tone.

“No, I'm sorry” He apologizes but doesn't wait too long to say “Can I go now? I have quidditch practice” He informs, you roll your eyes, he smirks.

“Forget about quidditch practice this week, Mr. Black” Minerva says and now you're smirking, while his smile fades “You'll be helping at the kitchen in the afternoons the rest of week” She announces, your eyes widened and your smile fades too. Fuck.

“Wait what?” Surprisingly you're the first to react, wanting to make sure you heard right. Sirius and you together ended always in a catastrophe, the proof of it was what happened today just half and hour ago “I'm sorry professor, I think that's a terrible idea”

“I can't believe I'm gonna say this but I agree with her” The Gryffindor boy supports you, taking you by surprise, forcing you to turn your gaze at him saying is this the end of the world? He raises an eyebrow “We're not a good team”

“We're a terrible team” You support him back “And we will probably intoxicate everyone”

“We’ll kill each other and kill the elfs too” He jokes though you're not sure it is more a joke or a warning “You don't want us there, Minnie” He leans on the desk, elbows resting on the cold flat surface, he's almost pleading “Please”

But she doesn't give in.

She smirks, walks a few steps closer, places your wands on the desk “You start tomorrow”

And the next thing you know, is that she's gone.

Leaving you alone in the classroom with the knowledge you're about to spend the rest of the week with him. Great, amazing, fantastic.

Your week just turned into a nightmare.

Good luck, you'll need it.

[interstellarsystem]

There's a trend we've noticed a lot (though it's far from recent) of just. Sharing details of exactly how your persecutor headmate is hurting you/your system right out there in public tags or posts, shaming them for it, sometimes encouraging users to tell your headmate off publically, and otherwise degrading stuff. My system is of the stance that abusing persecutors just comes back to bite you and doesn't help anyone grow or change, which I'm thankful for seeing as I am a persecutor. But not everyone has that stance.

I think it's important to note that regardlss of your opinion on what should happen to persecutors, harming them back while you share a body has a lot more of a chance to cause further issues in the future, seeing as you can't usually just remove them. Or hell at the very least maybe people shouldn't be so openly encouraging of abusing their headmates toward other systems in a public space. But how I think you should treat your persecutors isn't exactly the point of this post.

Posting details of any in-system abuse online is still posting details of abuse online--personal, private, unsafe information that can be used against you. The internet at large is not a safe place no matter how much you try to make it so. You could have these details of abuse posted to cringe sites, receive harrassment based on it, get people telling you that you did deserve it among many other things. Not everyone wants to hurt you online, but there are people who just want to cause a scene, and you're handing them all the keys to hurt you. If you need to vent, do it privately. If you simply must post it in the tags for whatever reason, because I know not everyone will be stopped--at least put a warning tag on it so other systems don't have to see your graphic detailed accounts of things going on in your brain without so much as a warning against reading it.

[nqueso-lies]

https://www.tumblr.com/nqueso-lies/787774408257339392/you-started-your-blog-off-as-a-way-to-catch?source=share

Hi, you don't have to respond to this, I just wanted to share my experience.

I found your blog around the time that BoBs were calling Tommy a predator and had started writing (and intentionally mis-tagging) csa fan fiction in the Buck/Tommy tag. I was honestly so confused what was happening at the time. I opened up ao3 one day and saw a new buck/tommy fic that was labelled as "fluff" and "domestic", and it contained some of the most vile shit I have ever read. I scrolled down to the authors note cause i was genuinely so confused about what I had just read and had (ignorantly) assumed it was a mistake, only to see the anonymous author had written something like "HAHAHA GOT YOU. TOMMY IS A P*DO AND SHOULD D*E! BUDDIE CANON!!".

I immediately went to tumblr to figure out what the fuck was going on because in the many fandoms I have been in throughout my life, I had never experienced anything like that and I was genuinely so confused why people were writing absolutely disgusting shit (and intentionally trying to trigger people) over fictional characters on a fictional show. And as someone who (at the time) didn't hate the idea of buddie (i wasn't really fussed if it did or didn't happened-i have since changed my mind), I was also extremely fucking confused why buddie fans weren't saying anything and weren't condemning other fan's behaviours. I found your blog cause you were one of the first people I saw (at the very beginning) to call them out on it and point out how fucked up what they were doing was (it was honestly a relief to find someone who agreed that it was super fucked up cause at the beginning it was literal crickets).

Sorry for rambling, but to the anon above, (in my opinion) queso didn't start their blog to "catch buddies out". They started their blog to call out and document the shitty and disgusting behaviour/actions that were ignored and accepted by buddie fans. And i'm really glad they did cause writing csa fan fiction and threatening to kill a gay character (and the actor playing him) was, and still is, extremely fucked up. And i know that buddies have said that "it's in the past" and that we "need to move on and stop bringing it up", but it did happen and I will not forget because it made fan fiction (which had always been a safe space and a distraction for me) feel unsafe for a long time.

First off, I am so sorry you were triggered by those fics and were made to feel unsafe 🫂

Second, thank you for sharing your experience and thoughts. That is exactly what I wanted this blog to be in the beginning and suddenly when the mirror was thrust upon not only BoBs people's opinions on that changed

[white-btterfly]

I was SO waiting for your comment of this chapter, and you didn't disappoint! I always get giddy whenever I see the notification of a new comment from you!

Oh, my sweet chronically ill Viktor. Starting off the chapter with scenes of him suffering is exactly what I'd expect after his near-confession last chapter. I love that he doesn't care to clean up after himself at this point. And the way his mind keeps coming back to all of the lies he has told Jayce. It's like a part of his body is finally rejecting the actions he took in earlier chapters. Hanahaki wanted him to lie and keep things a secret from Jayce, but the real Viktor wants to be known by Jayce. That part of him will win out in the end :) please. I'm begging.

Viktor is sick of lying. He was already disgusted of having to lie to Jayce by chapter 2. The guilt is eating him alive. How can he feel deserving of Jayce's friendship when he keeps lying to him again and again? But it's not only that. It's also about lying to Jayce about who he really is. I don't think love is supposed to remain locked in someone's heart. One day you have to confess or move on.

Viktor will never move on.

...Jayce's definition of anything certainly didn't include falling in love with Viktor. Oh honey, yes it does. If only you knew. Their confessions to each other are going to be fucking earth-shattering. My god. I can't wait. Thank god this story is tagged as a happy ending or I'd be comatose by now.

I can only hope you'll like it. With each chapter, we are getting closer to the confession chapter, and with each chapter, I get a little more nervous. I hope I will meet your expectations!

He dreamed of finally being honest with Jayce, of being able to say to him, see, this is who I am. This is the reason why. Everything I did or said, I did or said because I love you. This is what I was trying to articulate in my comments a few chapters ago! Yes yes! You laid the trail of breadcrumbs perfectly. The universally craved experience of being truly known and still deeply loved despite everything you've done. *chef's kiss* Perfection. I hope we see it happen. I'll be there, with my popcorn, sobbing.

Awww thanks. 💖

Is it just me that loves when Viktor and Jayce show up at each other's apartments? It can't be. I just think that's the best. We don't get to see them outside of the lab very often in the show, but I imagine they go over to each other's places. It's such a domestic thing. But it's like a level up to a friendship when you get to go to someone's living space??? Idk. It's cute.

Jayce has a toothbrush at Viktor's place. He probably slept on his sofa more than once. They also have each other's spare keys, of course. Just in case something happens. They trust each other that much.

Jayce shows up and talks to Viktor through the door, even though Viktor never acknowledges that he's listening. I can just see the scene in my mind. The view split by the door so you can see them both pressing their foreheads against either side of the door, mirroring each other without knowing. Jayce goes full sad puppy mode. VIKTOR LISTEN YOU BETTER GIVE THAT MAN SO MANY KISSES AFTER THIS. Jayce misses you! You abandoned him!

I had a scene from Doctor Who in my mind when I wrote this. And it's also strange that, without this door, their foreheads would be touching like their ending in S2. No, I don't secretly work at Fortiche, I promise.

Not surprised at all that Jayce hasn't gotten any work done. He's so emotionally distraught. The poor man devoted all of his brain cells to processing his newly discovered attraction to Viktor and forgot to leave any for doing science. And with Viktor rushing out on him after Jayce said he'd do anything to save him? My brain would be full of bees after that. The whole eerily untouched lab is giving the same energy as Jayce sitting there, sleepless, waiting for Viktor to wake up after merging with the Hexcore.

Jayce can’t function without Viktor. It’s canon. His partner is gone, and Jayce gets a real taste of what life would be like without him, and he hates it. He’s not just upset, he’s broken. Desperate. He shows up at the lab the next morning and finds it empty. And then he just… waits. All day. He can’t work, can’t focus, just paces and cries and keeps wondering if he should just go to Viktor’s apartment, because what if something happened to him? But if nothing did happen, then that means Viktor chose not to come, and that thought is somehow worse. Jayce spirals. He's terrified he’s lost Viktor’s friendship for good, and beneath it all, he can't stop thinking about his newfound feelings for Viktor, about how he wants Viktor to love him no matter what. His feelings have been growing, changing into something more, something he’s scared to name. Because even if they reconcile, even if things go back to 'normal', he might lose Viktor anyway, once his partner realizes Jayce doesn’t just want to be friends anymore.

In sum, it's a wonder how Jayce didn't explode.

Oh my god, you wrote about how Viktor showed Jayce his little hideaway. You did NOT. I always wondered how often they must have come there, for Jayce to know Viktor would be there when he's sad in Season 1. And you wrote lore about how Viktor got an updated cane with Talis ornaments? Everything I've ever cared about has been written into this story. Thank you for the food.

How beautiful it is that we, as jayvik fans, care about the same things. ❤️

Oh, he could have stared at Jayce all day long–and that was all he was allowed to do, staring, for his desire for him would never be sated. Jayce was, simply put, out of his league. It's honestly sad and hilarious how wrong he is. Jayce is actually a total dweeb. The two of them are meant for each other. Case in point: Jayce demonstrating how the mage transported him and his mother to safety.

One of my favorite scenes. I would have like more readers mention how it got a laugh out of them. And to think he uses Viktor's cane to imitate Mage Viktor! This is honestly so beautifully ironic. I bet Mage Viktor found that funny, too. (He's watching over that timeline with pure fondness and affection.)

Okay, so the rune not being the acceleration rune was a surprise to me. I was wondering how much of an AU this would be. And it turns out we're going for the in-universe explanation of Mage Viktor's "in all timelines, in all possibilities" scene where he drops a different rune into Jayce's hand each time he saves him. It's really cute to think that in one of the timelines, Jayce and Viktor fall in love (do they still get obliterated by the arcane later?? hmmmm I don't want to think too much about that)

Yes, BYSS!Jayce and BYSS!Viktor are actually alternate versions of their canon selves. The amplification rune (the butterfly-shaped rune) made Viktor sick with Hanahaki. I don't know why I was so excited for this, but I was! I think it's because it kind of make BYSS canon in the Arcane universe? Who's going to say it's not? All timelines, all possibilities! All right, sure, apparently, only one prevents the end of the universe, but... Okay, let's just say this. Jayce and Viktor being in love (and healthy) changes a lot of things. No fucking Hexcore is the biggest change. They will manage peace between the two cities (a marriage between the Man of Progress and his Zaunite partner? Oh my) and S2 doesn't happen. They will soon realize the Hexgates do shit in Zaun, and dismantle them. It will break both their hearts a little, but they will have each other so everything will be all right, and they will continue to invent other things and improve lives without Hextech and live old together. And the BYSS timeline can't be the one because, in 10000 years, another idiot will trigger the apocalypse, and this one is truly unavoidable because the power of true love isn't there to save the day. The BYSS timeline is still worth watching over, though. 💖

In the flashback, Viktor being proud to have made Jayce laugh even though they haven't known each other for that long yet AAAAAAA. They are so cute. You can see how their casual banter developed from these initial interactions.

Yeah. ❤️ I love them seeing happy and carefree like that, especially since it's a flashback between two emotionally charged scenes.

Jayce was totally flirting with him though, what the fuck? "Particularly witty genius who took pity on me," and fucking WINKING? Jayce please, calm down.

I know. He drives me mad too! Love at first sight!

I love how fast they opened up to each other. The combination of Viktor seeing Jayce at his worst and Viktor helping him fulfill his dream sets them on a course for immediate understanding. It's such a blessing to find someone that is interested in the same things as you, and to have them express an equal desire to learn about who you are and who you've been. Their energies feed off of each other is such a wholesome way. Even though Viktor is the only one...aware...of the danger of developing romantic feelings at this point, I like to think that Jayce felt this intense rightness during this scene as well. Like a piece clicking into place in his life, Viktor just fits.

Jayce definitely felt something between them. Like they were on the same wavelength. And something else as well, like admiration, bordering on adoration, though he did not recognize the feeling right away (and won't until the next chapter.)

Viktor's own backstory is so sad and a rhyme of sorts to Vi and Powder's experiences as children in Season 1. It also illustrates how alone he was. He fell and there was no one to reach out a hand to save him. He lies there, broken on the ground. Thankfully, he still had his mother to find him. I love how Jayce sees Viktor's strength and resilience immediately. He doesn't have to be convinced. He already knows.

I was feeling kind of insecure about Viktor's backstory. Not at first (because I thought it was incredible, mirroring Vi and Powder's lives, and the lives of poor children in the undercity) but because I read that people weren't too kind about giving an accident backstory to explain Viktor's disability. But in my mind, Viktor was born with his limp, but being poor made his situation worse. I'm just glad people unequivocally loved his backstory, because I put so much care and attention in it, I would have been heartbroken if someone said it was actually disrespectful.

And of course, this backstory explains so much about Viktor, about the title of the fic itself, the promise Jayce made to Viktor, his fear of the night, etc.

Jayce was looking at him strangely, intensely. No one had ever looked at him like that before, but generally, when people stared at him, they either looked down on him or felt sorry for him. Viktor's bad went rigid. "I don't want your pity,' he said stiffly. Jayce's eyes shone. "I was admiring you." God, this is just like the end of Season 2. Did you write this before that even happened? How did you know that Jayce was down bad for Viktor and admiring everything about him? Or did you add that in later just to make my heart shatter into a million pieces? I'm screaming, crying, throwing up flower petals. I don't think Viktor ever had anyone say that to him before. No one has ever openly admired him for anything. And Jayce is so unabashed. Basking in Viktor's luminance.

No, again, I wrote this chapter before S2. I can't stress this enough. How many times have people told me that my fanfiction mirrors S2 when I wrote it before it aired. And I think the comparison works in the end because I put all my favorite romantic tropes in that beloved fanfiction of mine, and S2 just decided to do the SAME THING. Unbelievable.

Other authors would have let Jayce and Viktor sweep things under the rug, but not you @white-btterfly you always make them confront their mistakes head-on before letting them make new ones that move the story forward.

Thank you. That's the definition of love to me. To be able to work together to make the relationship work. Love is based on honesty and devotion.

The way Jayce walks through all of Viktor's fears and refutes each one, banishing those Hanahaki demons like it's his job. Jayce is the epitome of undying devotion. He wrote the definition. He is the blueprint. No one is doing it like Jayce is doing it. And isn't that just so in character, god damn it. THIS ENTIRE STORY IS SO PLAUSIBLE WHAT THE FUCK. Screw the canon, this is my truth now. Butterfly rune timeline is the one true timeline in my heart.

*screams* THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAAH

The way the order of the cosmos was rewritten when Viktor said, "You are the most important person in my life!" Viktor accidentally on purpose throws him off the scent by calling him his "friend" a million times and I will never forgive him for it. But that line changes everything. Jayce has been worried about that this whole time, that the man Viktor loves is more important than Jayce is. But that's simply not true.

VIKTOR FRIENZONED THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE. That's what one of my readers said and I can't get the sentence out of my mind. That's true. He broke Jayce's heart without even realizing. That line is both a blessing and a curse for Jayce. He's the most important man in Viktor's life—wonderful—but he's realizing it's not enough. It's not nearly enough. He wants more than to be Viktor's best friend. He realized what he wanted at the same time he realized he could never have it.

I wasn't expecting Jayce to fucking sob in this chapter. But it was so fucking cathartic to read. I'll never forgive the creators for taking out that split second of cut footage of Jayce clearly wiping away tears when he's at Viktor's bedside. LET JAYCE CRY! He's an emotional guy! Let the man express his sadness! And my god, the two of them needed a chance to let it all out.

Honestly that man was going to break down eventually. He had too much going on. He got his heart broken by Viktor, and could not even hope to keep the pain hidden. The hug—the hug—it felt cathartic to write, too. Before that, they never really allowed themselves to be truly physically affectionate (Jayce, too. The hand on the shoulder is NOT enough for this man.) Their dance was an exception, but that hug unlocked something between them they never thought they would get. The week between their reconciliation and their date was full of little touches they never did before.

Oh, and I remember watching Jayce cry in the ravine, while imagining his girlfriend turning into his partner. The man was fighting his bisexual demons and losing.

Is he going to cured now? He's starting to believe it's possible that Jayce loves him? Oh my god. I don't know. I don't know!

Yes, real hope can ward off Hanahaki. Like Heimerdinger said, the symptoms will be kept at bay as long as Viktor truly believes his feelings are reciprocated. That's why he's already feeling better by the end of the chapter.

And rude rude rude I see what you were doing there with Jayce coughing. Evil. Maniacal. I didn't want to believe he would get sick too because that's just too unfair for my poor battered soul to take. But upon re-reading I am seeing that you left clues for that as well. I did notice Jayce was a bit delusional last chapter but hey, being a little mentally unwell is par of the course when you're Jayce Talis.

Ahahah. I'm sorry. (I'm sorry that I'm not.)

Before Your Sun Sets - Chapter 10 is available!

Viktor is sick with Hanahaki. Jayce would do anything to save him—whether it be by developing an impossible cure or trying to find out who Viktor is in love with to smack some sense into them. Little does he know, he’s chasing his own shadow.

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