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kenobers · 19 days ago

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just read your Obi-Wan mafia story...What about a Jason Todd mafia au 👀

ngl i think about this a lot bc one thing about me is that i love a good mafia au (not in a dark romance way) and i'm surprised they aren't more common in jason todd-batfam spheres. but i've specifically been thinking about the incredibly niche arranged marriage subgenre of mafia fics and jason quite a bit lately

Like always, Wayne is a prominent name in Gotham, but they're just as prominent in the criminal underworld as they are in high society. Instead of a fearsome vigilante, the Batman is an elusive mafia Don that only a few outside of the underworld know is really Bruce Wayne.

Your parents are District Attorneys working under the table for Maroni, a rival of the Batman. Maroni brings up your name to Bruce while discussing potential ways to marry their two families in an alliance. After all, Maroni has no daughters of his own and marrying you to one of Bruce's wayward boys would ensure your parents stay under his thumb. The idea of an arranged marriage is a little old fashioned to Bruce, but he thinks it might help rein in Jason, the most unruly of his sons.

So without getting much of a say, you and Jason get hitched. Needless to say neither of you are happy about the situation, but Jason's got a lot more attitude about it. He's cold, he's mean, he's scary. He's the most mysterious Wayne child, both in the crime world and regular society. So all you've heard about Jason is that he's violent.

Thankfully, he never seems to be home enough to prove whether or not that's true. When he is home, he hardly talks to you unless it's absolutely necessary or you're in his way.

At first you try to remedy the stiffness. You try making dinner, reading books from his shelf, asking if he wants to watch a show together, inviting him out with your friends. You know this isn't a marriage of love, but that doesn't mean you have to be enemies. It's nice to have a friend. However, he's stubborn. The more he ignores or sneers at your attempt, the more miserable it makes you. He looks at you like this is all your fault, like he's comparing you to the hook-ups you're sure he's having. It all just makes you feel like complete shit. After a few weeks, you just start glaring back.

It's frustrating. It's frustrating to have a moody husband that doesn't want anything to do with you. It's even more frustrating when you through in the whole mob situation on top of that. Of course you had your suspicions about your parents connections. Of course you already knew to look over your shoulder, to not say anything. But at least you didn't have to know anything.

You're not supposed to ask when Jason comes home with blood on his hands, but you always know what it's from. You know what the unlabeled packages hidden in your bathroom are. You know which cops to call if Jason gets arrested. You know which important figures are being paid off, which ones are secretly in the Family; including your father-in-law because on top of all this, you also have to be a Wayne now.

You can't see your friends as much because you might accidentally blab to them (and you're too paranoid to risk getting any of them in trouble). You can't explain to them why you married Bruce Wayne's son out of nowhere. You can't even talk about Jason to the friends that stuck around after your big 'reveal' was received as a slap in the face to your entire friend system. You just had to lie that you'd been keeping you 'relationship' with him a secret. You've been "asked" not to work until the powers that be are absolutely positive you can be trusted. Although you have a sinking suspicion that it's just a ploy to turn you into a housewife. It feels like there's always someone watching you, making sure you're behaving and keeping quiet.

All this for a husband who frankly couldn't give a fuck about you.

Maybe you should be glad that Jason ignores you. You've heard the stories about mob wives. You know that he could be worse. You'd rather have a husband that can't stand to touch you than one who puts his hands on you.

But still.

It's lonely.

At least Jason's siblings are nice. Dick's made it a habit to check-in on you and Jason once a week. Mostly on you, you think. Since he mostly swings by when Jason's out of the apartment. Dick is good company. He's easy to get along with, appreciates your cooking and is sympathetic to your struggle with being thrust head first into this life. But he never stays for long and he always looks at you with so much pity. Even if he is interested in getting to know his sister-in-law, you both know he's really here because he knows his brother is a jerk.

Once he let it slip to the other siblings that you make bomb cookies, they start showing up unannounced every now and then. They're weird, but they're fun. You would make more of an effort to form an actual friendship with them if you didn't think it would lead to arguments with Jason. You're not willing to risk your peace, even if it's miserable.

Still, you let yourself feel some satisfaction at the way Jason's temple throbs every time he comes home to find Tim and Duke have accidentally gotten sucked into whatever you're watching.

Months of marriage purgatory come to a head when Jason comes home in the middle of the night to find you drunk off your ass. It's your friend's birthday. You haven't spoken to her since your engagement to Jason was announced. If you had to guess, she probably didn't feel like she could trust you after you had to make everyone think that you just casually hid a serious relationship. She probably assumed you just didn't trust her. You sent her a 'happy birthday, I miss you' message, only to realize you'd been blocked. Which stung more than any bitch face Jason could ever make at you.

So you celebrate her birthday with a bottle of gin. Fuck it, no one's here to judge you. Until your meanass, killjoy excuse of a husband interrupts you by having the audacity to come home. Jason discovers you hunkered down on the couch, lips to bottle, scrolling pathetically through old pictures from when you actually had a life.

Jason rolls his eyes at the sight. He probably would've just gone to bed and left you to your own devices, but the contents of that gin bottle have been utterly depleted since he poured himself a glass last night. He's not about to risk waking up to see you've choked to death on your own vomit. Dick would never let him hear the end of it.

So instead he scoffs and chastises you, subtly trying to get you to explain why you're plastered without making it seem like he cares. He's expecting some swallow, 'whoopsie-daisies' response, but instead he accidentally opens up your floodgates.

You tell him all about your friends, how this marriage destroyed your life, how lonely you are. That...That strikes a nerve for Jason. He's been so frustrated with suddenly having to share his space with a stranger, that he hadn't stopped to think about how much of an actual change this was for you. To be roped into the mafia, of all fucking things.

"...This must all be so terrifying for you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You look at him with sad eyes, glazed over with gin and dark with exhaustion.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."

Jason will never forgive himself for the fact that this is the first real connection the two of you have shared this entire time. He feels even shitty that it took him seeing you like this to decide to be nicer to you.

He isn't sold on being a husband yet, but he supposes he knows a thing or two about being a friend. And maybe it would benefit him if you knew a thing or two about being in the mafia. He would feel better about leaving you alone at home if he was confident in your ability to handle a piece.

He can't fix everything overnight, but this...this is a start.

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darling2411 · 4 days ago

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A Bullet wound and a friendly stranger

Jason Todd x reader

word count: 1.2 K

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Damn it!" he groans in pain. How did this happen? Obviously someone shot him, but that never happened.

He is a trained killer. No one should be able to take a hit at him, he was gone before anyone could even notice him being there in the first place.

But the steady trip of crimson blood running down his arm left no doubt that he got hit, but how did someone find him?

It didn't matter he had to get his wound cleaned and he really had to leave the dark alley before someone found him in the company of two dead bodies.

The dark haired man stumbled out of the alley and into the busy streets of the city, leaving behind the death that he caused. It was as if he stepped into another world. The sun breaking through the thick clouds made the city's glass buildings shine as bright as the stars in the night sky he was used to seeing. Jason was so blinded by the lights that he accidentally ran into an oncoming woman, who seemed to be deeply involved in the book she was holding.

"Oh gosh I am so sorry" the beautiful girl states, "I wasn't paying attention at all, totally my fault." Her smile was even brighter than the city lights.

He saw her lips move but didn't hear the words they were forming. She had really pretty lips, and her eyes ,whoa her eyes were beyond beautiful, they were magnificent. Jason decided then and there that they were his new favourite sight.

"Are you alright?" she asked after he didn't react to her former statement.

"I´m sorry, I-", what was he supposed to say? Sorry that I didn't answer because I was too busy staring at your gorgeous face?, "I was lost in thought. Sorry that I bumped into you." why was he suddenly so nervous? He didn't get nervous.

"Like I said before, it was totally my fault." she said while taking him in. Her eyes widened when she noticed the blood dripping down his arm."Oh god you´re bleeding. Let me help you clean that up. That's the least I can do. My apartment isn't far."

"How could I deny a beautiful woman like yourself inviting me to her home?", he replied, a smirk playing on his perfectly kissable lips.

She was even more beautiful when she blushed and he loved that he made her.

"Come on."

The walk back to her place was quiet, filled with stolen glances and the occasional brush of his fingers against hers. He couldn’t stop seeking her presence.

"You can sit down wherever, I´m going to get some stuff to clean up that wound." she says while walking through the door, Jason close behind.

He decided to sit down at the kitchen table not wanting to get blood on her comfy looking couch.

Her apartment was full of life. Everywhere you looked parts of her life were displayed.

Framed photos with family and friends, pictures of places she visited, books that adorned every place she could fit them. She was the exact opposite of him.

Where she was light he was dark, where she was joyful he was grumpy and where she was life he was death.

When the woman whose name Jason still didn't know returned he was reading in one of her books.

Had she been gone that long? Without him noticing she looked at him again really looked at him. Taking in his bulging biceps. His gorgeous face and soft looking hair. Then she realised what he was holding in his hands that looked so much bigger than hers.

"What are you doing?" she squeaked. He had opened one of the books that laid on her kitchen counter, she had just read it this morning and forgot to return it to it´s righteous place. He didn't think anything about it. Though it was a harmless romance novel, the titel `Twisted Games` definitely deceiving. This was not a simple little romance novel.

"Crawl to me " he was hooked from the very first words on the page he opened and then the spicy stuff came. He couldn't stop, he just wanted to read a few pages until the pretty woman returned but now? He couldn't put it down and additionally he was turned on.

"Don´t read that" she stomps over to him, her face flushed with embarrassment. As she glances at the page he is on her eyes widens and if possible she blushes even more."Oh god, why did you have to open that book at that page" she says more to herself than him. Is she ashamed? Huh.

"Why? Don´t want me knowing about the filthy things you read about?", Jason leans closer," Tell me pretty girl, do you only enjoy reading these things or do you also like to be treated that way?" His voice dropped and he could see her pulse quickening. Could hear her breath hitch. He was attuned to every little thing she did. Painfully aware of how close she was and how good she smelled. Vanilla and was that cherry? Whatever it was, it was intoxicating and it made him want to do filthy things to her. Things like the ones she reads about.

"I-"she stammers, "I think, uhm" she closes her eyes for a second, inhales and then opens them again to directly look at him ," I think I should take a look at your wound before it turns into something serious."

He watched her as she cut off the sleeves of the tight shirt he was wearing. Eyes widening when she saw the ugly flesh wound the bullet left. That was going to leave a scar, another one in his collection. He felt incredibly stupid not to wear his red Hood suit and mask today.

"How did that happen", she asks him, concern evident in her voice and on her face.

"Don't worry about it, pretty girl." He didn't want her knowing who he was what he didn’t and he definitely couldn't let her in on his secret. That would surely cost him every chance he ever had at getting to know her better.

"[y/n]" she mumbles, hands busy disinfecting his wound. “Now you don’t have to keep calling me pretty girl.”

"[y/n] ." he tries out her name on his tongue. It sounded perfect. She also liked the way he said her name. As if he hadn't done anything else in his life. It sounded so familiar. “ I like calling you pretty girl”

"Does this hurt?" [y/n] asks, instead of acknowledging what he said.

"Not really"Should he hiss, act like it hurt? This little wound was nothing against everything else he had had to endure before. "I mean it burns and everything but it's not as bad as it looks."

"If you say so. I think you have a high pain tolerance. I'm sure I would be crying by now." she laughs. Shit, why did she have to say that? Now he was thinking of her with tears streaming down her face but in a different setting.

Her body writhing under his, tears of overstimulation streaming down her face and her soft voice begging him to stop and keep going simultaneously.

God what was she doing to him? He never reacted this way to anyone. He was always in control of his emotions, never really feeling anything. It was a part of the job. And [y/n] made him feel more in the half hour he spent with her than he felt in the last months of his life.

A weird feeling emerged in him. He wanted to feel more with her, wanted to keep her around. Needed to be around her. What was this indescribable feeling swelling deep in his chest? He did not know, but he would learn soon enough.

ⓘ This is my first time writing for Jason and I'm more of a Marvel girly so I dont know thaaat much about the DC Comic Universe, but I am trying my best😭

#is this going to be a series?#jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd smut #my writing ᗢ #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x fem!reader

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year ago

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Fic Finder

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1. Hi I’m looking for this specific fic:

I remember there’s mpreg and lan Zhan is the one pregnant.

It’s a modern day AU where they’ve been hooking up in hotels. So friends with benefit to lovers to husbands eventually. Lan Zhan quits his job eventually to be a stay home and there’s conflict of interest between their two jobs.

Thank you so much!

Hi I’m looking for a fix where lz can get pregnant and eventually does. I recall it’s a modern au where they’re in rival companies. LZ eventually leaves the company to be a stay home dad for their kids. They meet up in hotels to have rendezvous frequently before their relationship was open.

They got eloped as well.

Thank you!!

FOUND? sweet as cherry wine Series by cicer (E, 81k, WangXian, Modern AU, Business rivals, Intersex, Mpreg, Barebacking, Pregnancy kink)

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2. hello! for fic finder, may i ask for a great tumblr meta that i cant find anywhere? (i feel like i should disclaim that ppl should read what they find hot. i just saw a recent mxtx interview that said like the exact same thing as the meta and thought it was cool)

the meta talks about how mxtx specifically choosing to write lwj as a top WAS the gnc option. i think op was just frustrated about some people insisting that switching/top wwx was 'less heteronormative' (as a justification for liking it??). i think op mentioned that this seems like a western take on mdzs?

basically, in the meta, they expand on how lwj is gnc-coded. like how touching lwj's headband equals staining his honor like how a cdrama man kissing an unmarried woman would be (this is what mxtx also said herself in the interview), and a bunch of other things (handling money, etiquette, lwj keeping track of wwx's tastes as opposed to wwx buying him spicy food, the incense burner domesticity, and idk more stuff i cant remember)

i *think* they wrote something like "all mxtx couples come with the gnc already built in" which was a cool point imo (one example is hc flipping the gege kink), but i tried searching for that and i couldn't find it for the life of me. thank you! (Huh, I feel like I remember this one faintly 🤔 ~Mod L)

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3. Hi there! I appreciate all the work yall do 🥰 I'm trying to find a fic where LWJ has to do an ascension trial in the moral world and WWX accidentally fucks it up. WWX has to break LWJ's heart in order for LWJ to still pass the trial. I remember that WWX takes the option to forget the trial but LWJ doesn't. Might be a foxxian fic? Thank you!!! @la-voce-to-me

FOUND! Keep Me on Your Pillow by catbrainedschemes (E, 42k, wangxian, fantasy au, pillow book au, high immortal LWJ, red fox WWX, pining, angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn, feelings, first meetings, misunderstandings, happy ending, sharing a bed, first kiss, oblivious WWX, oblivious LWJ, sexual tension, hero worship, falling in love)

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4. A) This fic is a modern au, I think that both LZ and WY are cultivators, WY specifically is kind of a witch (?), he messes with dark magic and lives in a haunted town or something like this. There's a reencounter between the two (I don't know if by chance or if LZ tracks WY) and at some point LZ gets worried that WY is sorrounded by ghosts/resentful energy, but he is aware of the situation. I think WY even has a pet crow/cat, but I'm not sure. And the plot may envolve him being isolated, running away or being expelled because of his methods of cultivation. Also, I'm pretty sure there's a fanart featured in the story that has Wangxian and the haunted place WY lives/takes care.

B) The second one is also a modern AU, LZ father is very sick, almost dying and stays in the hospital all the time, but LZ refuses to visit him because of the resentment caused by the situation with his parents. He meets WY in this same hospital, I don't remember if he works there, but I think it has something to do with Yanli. They connect through this situation, LZ eventually goes see his father and I think WY has some part in convincing him to do so.

C) Another modern AU, Lan Qiren is a priest/owns a church, the Lans are very religious and that includes LZ. WY is kind of a delinquent, he starts to go to the church and begins a friendship with LZ, who is very upright and frigid like in canon, plus the super religious part. I think LQ even says WY is a bad influence bacause of his behaviour and the things he did/does, but LZ realizes he is not that bad and there's probably some toutoring/disciplining envolved from his part. They are both teens or young adults and I specifically remember a scene when the two have sex inside the church with LZ being on the receiving end.

Thank you in advance and keep up the awesome work!

4B)

FOUND? 兔死狐悲 (tù sǐ hú bēi) by Anonymous (M, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, Doctor WWX, Hospitals, Canonical Character Death, (But a minor character - not the ones listed), Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

4C)

FOUND? Say Amen by Wuxian_Biscuit (Charlie_Biscuit) (E, 6k, WangXian, Religion, Internalized Homophobia, Church Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Bottom LWJ)

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5. Hi! I love your blog and I have found it really helpful in the past. I was wondering if you could help me find a fic? It does have wangxian as the endgame. With wwx and lwj being opposing generals on opposite sides of a war. However, they both respect each other and have worked together to save innocent lives in the past.

In the end the Lan win the war and lwj takes wwx under his protection as a sort of war prize. This fic is very heavy on the Jiang and Jin bashing and in the end I think the Jiangs and Jins have to stand trial for their crimes during the war. While wwx is under lwj’s protection and never committed any crimes thus is not punished. I don’t think it is terribly long and I thought it was finished or almost finished at the time when I was reading it. If you could help me find this fic I would really appreciate it! @kjwaikiki

FOUND! Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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6. 👋 I am looking for a time travel/kid fic among thousands. This one LWJ travels back to being a kid, rescues his mother and they escape cloud recesses. He takes then to save WWX from the streets of yiling and they all grow up together I think in Meishan yu sect elser house before war happens. Cam you help this lowly one? 🙏🏻 @the-untamed-stole-my-heart

FOUND? The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 86k, wangxian, time travel, fix-it, family, not lan sect friendly, canon typical violence & gore, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, mothers who live, some people live/not everyone dies)

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7. Hi for the next ficfinder please help with this request. This came as a random thought that refuses to leave my mind. I really only remember one scene. Which is someone, I believe it’s lan xichen, remarking that lwj would walk all over jyl. Not in a bad way just that he was more assertive and her being more demure i guess. It was a wangxian fic though. Not sure if it wasabi. Please help @lilly-420

FOUND? In Love and War by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 68k, wangxian, ABO, canon divergence, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, arranged marriage, slow burn, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, menace to society WWX, doing his best LWJ, miscommunication, past emotional abuse, dubious consent, consensual non-con, semi public sex, dom/sub)

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8. hiii it's me again I'm sorry I can't seem to find anything rn and you guys are literal lives savers I'm looking for a fit where lwj was raisin A-Yuan and I just remember that they were talking about wwx and lwj compared him to a butterfly going in a dark forest to bring back treasures for other but each time he made the trip he lost some of his light until one day he couldn't come back. that all I have can you help ???🙇🏼‍♀️ thank youuuuuu✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan

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9. Hi, thanks for your time! I'm looking for a(n older), well-written fic where wwx takes the wen away from the cultivation world after breaking them free from qiongqi road. Lan Zhan decides to follow after them. They settle far away, I think, on a mountain. Living conditions are harsh, at some point I believe mud floods washed their crops away and they had to move them elsewhere. Wwx was quite weak for some time. At the end of the fic was a grand scene where wwx and lwj destroy the tiger seal together, almost dying while trying. They don't rejoin the cultivation world. Any idea? @kesterling

FOUND! wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, canon divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice, References to Depression, Canon-Typical Violence, Happy Ending, Noping Out Of Society With Your Boyfriend And Your 50 Wen Refugees: The Novel, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well Except Wen Ning But He Was Already Dead So, Fix-It of Sorts, Podfic Available, Spanish Translation Available)

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10. hello mods! I am looking for a fic where wei wuxian is taken over by a phoenix god (?) and is locked up post-sunshot in the cold pond cave so as to not kill everyone with his new phoenix powers. lan wangji willingly enters the cold pond cave as well even though he knows that wei wuxian is being controlled by the god.thank you in advance!! @yourancestorsarefrowning

FOUND? Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, people making the best decisions they can, epic length, mythical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, dark, happy ending)

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11. Hi! I was actually searching for a mdzs meta blog here on Tumblr . i have been scrolling for hours now but i can't seem to find the blog.I am very sure that they write a detailed meta on the last scene of the untamed where Wwx says to lwj " You are indeed hanguang jun " and lwj replies with " you are indeed wei ying".They had a lot of other posts too .

I understand you do not find blogs / posts but if you know anything any account like that i would gladly appreciate it .

Please feel free to ignore this ask if you wish to ! Thank you.

FOUND! number eleven might be https://hunxi-guilai.tumblr.com/, with this being the post they mention

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12. Hiya, im hoping you guys can help me find this fic? The only things I remember is it was canon setting, lwj pov, where he kept hiding/fidgeting with his hands in his sleeves and the author kept bringing attention to it to show him being nervous. It was also complete and definitely longer than 10k at least. Thank you!

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13. Hi! I’m looking for a wangxian fic about right-hearted and left-hearted people. In the story, hetero couples have men with hearts on the left side and women with hearts on the right side of their bodies, and gay relationships were either both on the right side or a combo. I just remember that wèi yīng had a right sided heart. I remember that wèi yīng and lán zhàn got together before it was revealed that wèi yīng was about to be in an arranged marriage. I think wèi yīng turns the girl down and she shoots spiritual energy to his right side in an act of rage and almost kills him and because he and lán zhàn had, like become mates(?), he is the only person who could save him. I’m pretty sure it’s not a/b/o, and it is in the canonical time period. Thank you! @fries-n-salt

FOUND? Right-Hearted by 0_Heta_0 (E, 22k, wangxian, heartmark au, canon-typical homophobia, internalized homophobia, hurt/comfort, falling in love, fluff & angst, smut)

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14. Hey ! For the next fic finder i am looking for a work where wei wuxian was a god and so was lan wangji .I think it was a Hades and Persephone au .the clans still existed . Also i think lwj was the god of flowers and wwx the god of death and when lwj visits the underworld he makes flowers grow for ayuan who is wwx adopted son

FOUND? Flowers Blooming in the Dark by TheLegendOfChel (T, 65k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, Gods & Goddesses au, Inspired by Hades and Persephone, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, but it's still in a xianxia/wuxia setting, Pining, Courtship, Forbidden Love, Kidnapping, kind of, Smitten LWJ, Smitten WWX, Courting Rituals, Secret Relationship, references to wwx's canonical kinks, Child LSZ, Fluff)

FOUND? there will come soft rains by infinite (recursion) (Not rated, 14k, wangxian, gods & goddesses au, Hades/Persephone au)

FOUND? The Radish and the Pomegranate by MissMagus (T, 15k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, Inspired by Hades and Persephone, greek mythology au, kid fic, fluff & angst) could also be this, but in it ayuan is the God of flowers and makes them grow in the Underworld

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15. Hi! It's me again. It's for fic finder. On this fic, Qin Su dies and Jin Rusong lives. Before QS dies, she told JRS to never trust JGY and a few days after she said that, she dies because of drowning (i think). That happen in the flashback. And JRS indirectly help NHS in his revenge. Thats all i can remember. Thank you!!! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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16. Hello! I’m looking for a fic and I can’t for the life of me find it… I believe the plot was branching off after qiongqi path or nightless city, and it’s wwx running away from the cultivation world and lwj pursuing him. And while this is happening wwx meets xiao xingchen and lwj meets song Lan on the way. And it goes along with song Lan and lwj tailing wwx and xiao xingchen hoping to find them and explain everything and make up. I know wwx and xxc end up at baoshan sanren’s mountain and that lwj finds mo xuanyu during this and takes him with them. I remember the detail that a-qing brings song Lan to Lan wangji bc she knows they’re looking for a cultivator dressed in white with a white cloth “over his eyes” and she mistakes the forehead ribbon for that description. Any help is appreciated I have such a hankering to reread!

FOUND! These Things Unseen by bonyenne (T, 34k, wangxian, WWX & XXC, WWX & LY, canon divergence, fluff & angst, accidental baby acquisition, getting together, happy ending, found family, alternating pov, pining, kid fic)

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17. Hi, hope you guys are good. I'm looking for a fic I read that I forgot to bookmark. I remember WWX never got adopted by the Jiangs and was instead raised by BSSR. One day he got caught sneaking into Cloud Recesses while helping to pass messages between her and LY. When asked why he was there he panicked and claimed he was a Jiang disciple and JYL rolled with the lie for the drama of it all. I also remember the Wens attacking and he helped defend the place with the help of the other guest disciples

FOUND! Become Tomorrow by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 39k, wangxian, alternate universe, cloud recesses study arc, WWX is BSSR's disciple)

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18. hello!

i was trying to find a fic but it's as if it disappeared from the internet.

it's one where wei wuxian 'died' at qiongqi path and lan wangji goes to pay respects in burial mounds but turns out he isn't dead.

thank you.

FOUND? Also it’s possible 18 is my fic? in this place where we don’t have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, JC & WWX & JYL, WN & WWX & WQ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JC & WQ, JC & WN, future JC/WQ, character death (WWX), JC shouting, humor?, JZX is ok for a Jin, necromancy)

FOUND? End Racism in the OTW | The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, wangxian, canon divergence, hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, blood & injury, injury recovery, respiratory illness, major illness, fever, grief/mourning, angst w happy ending, implied/referenced suicide, hunger & food scarcity, surgery, Fix-it of Sorts)

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19. Hello! Please help! 🙏 I've been going crazy trying to find this fic. It's post-canon, married wangxian in wwx pov, where lwj is under a spell/curse which makes him emotionless (i think its a long one-shot). I remember a scene where wwx thinks lwj just fell out of love w/ him in the beginning until he sees lwj interact with sizhui and a very robotic sex scene that ends with wwx feeling very uncomfortable. @littleladysilver

I just read #19, I wanna say it was on a recent fic finder ?? it was a 2 part fic, I think it was tagged for curses rather than amnesia

FOUND? Does anyone even read work titles? idk what to call this by Nighttdust (M, 14k, WangXian, Curses, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, though not to much, Both get hurt both get comforted, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Happy Ending, Protective WWX, Insecurity, a bit only)

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20. Hi!

So i read a canon divergence fic long time ago that wangxian were betrothed to each other since young and wei wuxian always had to wear a mask and besides the jiang family no one was allowed to see his face, also he lived in a mansion in yilling with mian mian and xue yang, plus wei wuxian and lan wangji were pining hard in this fic. Also for the sake of her family wen qing married lan wangji. I feel like it was deleted from ao3 cause i searched a lot but i wanted to get help from you guys too.

Thanks!

20 might be a deleted fic. I've seen people asking about it before, but I can't think of the name.

FOUND? I think #20 might be Price to Pay by Wangxianist and unfortunately it is a deleted fic. I also don’t think it was ever finished.

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warningsine · 8 days ago

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Your answers to the asks about fanfic has been so interesting but now I’m curious about those 1% of fics that are amazing. Would you mind gives us some examples?

I mean, sure, but keep in mind that

a) even those are my 1%,

b) most of them are pretty old recs, because I don't read as much fanfiction as I used to.

Without further ado:

The North Remembers by qqueenofhades (ASOIAF) It's the one I mentioned earlier. Back in the day, I read another work in this fandom, but this one made me forget where canon ended and where this fanfic began.

The Narrative Strain by The Noble Arduenna (Wicked, bookverse) The author utilized horror elements to make Elphaba and Glinda swap roles in a way and turn the latter into a tragic heroine.

A Colder War by Charles Stross (Lovecraftian horror) The Cold War set in the Cthulhu Mythos world.

Eighty-Six Years by jimmymcgools (Better Call Saul) This is the 7th season of the show. To me. The same author wrote this pre-canon/canon compliant series that I adore.

Roads by panademonium (Breaking Bad) Post canon neo-noir/western with Jesse, Saul and Skyler. Sadly, the last two chapters were never posted. The same author wrote a missing scenes type of fanfic for what Jesse went through while in captivity.

Interstitium by AssaultSloth (Mass Effect) I was reminded of this one last year, because the 8-Bit Big Band used the author's full set of lyrics of "Scientist Salarian" and gave musical life to it. Anyway, I remember enjoying other Mass Effect fanfics like Interregnum (how Garrus became Archangel) and The Siege of Shanxi (what happened during the First Contact War, this one had some punctuation issues), but AssaultSloth should have been on Bioware's payroll. The author managed to delve into every single ME2 character's head and make sense of certain things that didn't in the game, e.g., how a bunch of murderers and war criminals that hated each other were able to work together. And few people could write Mordin as brilliantly as AssaultSloth.

The Monomythical Adventures of Regina Mills and Emma Swan by maggiemerc (Once Upon a Time) No, come back, don't leave! Yes, (as far as I remember) these works had some typos and the 4rth part of the series remains unfinished. Yes, sometimes they got borderline crackish (not a bad thing in my books). That being said, maggiemerc took that atrocious soapy mashup of Disney fairytales and made it gayer with Emma/Regina, Aurora/Mulan and a bisexual Hook. Except the romances were a subtle thing that didn't get in the way of the work's epic fantasy adventure plot. She included various myths and fairytales that weren't Disney's latest hot property. The story had a good pacing and focused on Regina's character development without defanging her or whitewashing her into a contrived redemption arc. Honestly, the third part alone (steampunk dystopia with Cora in charge) is worth it imo.

unsentimental by foxbones (Happiest Season) Listen, I give zero fucks about this film. I'm usually lenient with lighthearted romcoms, but the only thing this one managed to make me do is open AO3 to check if other people thought that Kristen Stewart's character should have ended up with Plaza's. (They did.) Accidentally, I stumbled upon a romcom about Plaza and Brie's characters. That made me chuckle at the time, because I'm pretty sure the only words they exchanged were each other's name. Out of curiosity, I clicked on it (I was familiar with the author because of this post season 1 "Killing Eve" fanfic) and ended up liking it more than canon. It's been a while for me, but if you want a "Happiest Season 2" that is focused on Riley, check it out.

He Who Pours Out Vengeance by Underground (Hannibal) Alternate version of season 2. Considering it was written before the actual season, it’s prescient about certain things. Not many people could capture the tone of the show; stay true to the dark and obsessive nature of Will and Hannibal's connection. This writer could. Unfortunately, the sequel remains unfinished.

I wanted to mention a rather dark "Killing Eve" fanfic (took place after season 1 ended, but the tone and Villanelle's characterization leaned into the books), but the author took it down. Sad, because it was one of those rare stories in the fandom that went beyond lesbian yearning/sex between Eve and Villanelle. It had an interesting plot. Anyway, I'll link a cheeky reimagining of season 1 instead: Down, down under the earth goes another lover by Vaultdweller. It is technically an AU (see, I can do AUs after all, heh), but only technically since the characters and their world are the same. The main difference? Eve is darker (think of seasons 3 & 4 Eve) from the get go.

Elainie by The Scorpion (Phantom of the Opera) Okay, I don't remember this as well as the other pieces on here (it's been many, many years), but it was distinct. Most works in this fandom used to be fluffy/smuffy takes on the musical (which I do not care for). This one was Leroux-based, gruesome horror with good characterizations.

P.S. I'm pretty sure that had I finished this one, it would have become a fave too. I started reading it a few years ago, because Mike was one of my favorite characters in the BB/BCS universe, but stopped due to life™ developments.

#anon #fandom #long post

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mossfeathers · 1 year ago

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A Collection - A TMA + Secret Life AU Fic. 1.8k words. Scar as the statement-giver and Grian as the Archivist. [Additional notes, ao3 link, and other credits here]

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Statement of…?

[?]

Goo- Oh, uh, my initials are G.T.W. but I go by Scar. Scar G.T.W.

[???]

Ok, Statement of Mr. Scar G.T.W. regarding the disappearance of his street for a few days. Statement taken direct from subject, third of November, twenty twenty-three. Audio recording by Grian H, the Archivist. Statement begins.

[SCAR]

Thank you! So, geez, I guess it started on what had been the thirty-eth? I collect figures, specifically old-timey houses. Not! Dollhouses, and I’m currently in the middle of organizing a wild west themed diarri-diarom-diamet- uh, display. In the middle, the giant centerpiece of it all, is a courthouse. Some antique dealer gave it to me pretty cheap, didn’t catch his name though. It was pretty shady, like some real back-of-a-dark-alleyway stuff. Came with a little folded up paper, too. I figured it was some sort of, I dunno, verification? Looking back on it, I should have known something was off. I was just so excited to get this new piece, y’know? It was gorgeous, these tiny rough stone pebbles that made pillars looking like something straight from Greece, some amayzin’ gemstones set in the front in these absolutely brilliant, wait, was that British sounding? I sound like you! [chuckle] But yeah, the crystals were green, yellow, and red. Something about the way that red one looked though, it felt off. It didn’t have anything to do with what happened to me, though. I don’t know why I brought that up. Huh. So there I was, sorting out my little itty bitty houses and stores around this big ol’ courthouse, my cat wandering around somewhere, and I remember the piece of paper! I thought I left it in a coat, obviously, but when I went to check for it, it was already in my pants pocket! So I thought, well that’s weird, but I figured I had worn the same pair of pants a few times over and just never took it out. So I unfold it, and turns out it’s a little pamphlet! About the size of my hand and all yellowed and worn and at least a century old with a big crease down the middle from being folded in half. I left it, alongside the courthouse, with your people up at the front, figured you might want to check it out or exercise it or something. Anyways, I looked at the front and tried to read the title. It was all faded, but I think it said “Care Manual for Unique Antiques”? There were more words below it, but I couldn’t read them. Inside the cover there was a stamp of a library, which struck me as odd. I got really panicked for a second, thinking I had accidentally stolen a library book. But I realized, hey, I bought it and I didn’t know of any libraries going by the name of Joe Hills anywhere around so I was probably off the hook, scott-free. So I start reading it. It wasn’t long, maybe 8 pages total? The font was weird, and the images were sort of wonky-looking, like the cups and spoons being shown couldn’t actually exist. I can’t describe it, but the whole thing felt so off. And there was nothing super weird about the text itself, just about the story behind them and the material sources and stuff like that, but once I reached the page that had my little courthouse on it, and started to read about the type of rock used, something in my room just changed. I can’t describe it, but a shiver went through my whole body and I suddenly felt a pit of some type of fear in my gut. I guess I should mention two very important things. One, I had figurines of people in that town. And two, I don’t live in the middle of nowhere. It’s gonna sound like it when I describe this to you, but I mean that I live at the end of a street. The houses are a bit far apart, and I didn’t know anyone around where I lived, and I felt like I was a million miles away from anybody else sometimes, but I mean this, there were houses there before.

So of course, I finish the page about the deep caves these little gemstones were mined from. Had a lot on how echo-ey and suffocating they are, and how isolated they were when the miners were down there, which felt like a really strange thing to put in a paper on a figurine but who was I to judge? So I turn back to the table, right, and the people were gone from the set! Instantly I think of Jellie- oh, Jellie’s my cat, by the way, and how she probably just stole them for a bit, so I shrug it off. They’re not the main focus of the thingy anyways! The courthouse is just sitting there, and I swear the green gem was glowing or something. But that’s impossible, and I probably was just so freaked out I made that up. And I get the sudden urge to get some fresh air. It just felt so suffocatingly empty out of nowhere so I went to the door as fast as I could. Biggest mistake of my life, I tell ya. I throw it open and there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well, there was grass, maybe, and I thought I could see some trees, but it was just fog. And no houses. I had neighbors! I didn’t know any of their names, and I still don’t, but there were houses and people and lawns and a street and there just weren’t anymore. I never really was afraid of loneliness before, but I just liked the solitude. Not anymore. So of course I grab my phone from my other pocket, and it’s completely dead. It hadn’t been a few minutes ago. I figured the power had gone out, too, so I started to look around at the savannah in front of me. The grass was dead and pale and the few trees I could make out weren’t any I had seen in the neighborhood before. I felt like I was in the middle of the ocean. A desert. It was just so foggy, the mist ate up my feet and started to pick apart my porch, and I think I had a sudden realization that if I didn’t get back inside and lock the door right away, that house wasn’t going to exist for much longer either. So I slammed the door behind me. It was a long time before I moved from the corner of my room. It was so terrible, being alone for that long. You’d think I wouldn’t be all that bothered by it, but when there’s only the sounds of your own breathing and creaking of the floorboards under your weight, it gets to you, man. I was scared. At some point I realized I hadn’t seen Jellie in a while, but I think I was just so overwhelmed with the loneliness it just kinda melted away. I don’t know what stopped it, in the end. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed. The sun just started shining through my curtains and I cried. For a long time, actually. Don’t tell anyone, though.

I heard a familiar whreeep [Scar imitating a cat purr poorly] outside the door, and I nearly jabbed my cane through the drywall in shock. I assumed everyone was, y’know, dead? I mean, everything around you disappears for goodness knows how long, what else was I gonna think? So there Jellie was, and she looked fine! Not even upset that I had missed some meals. And that really struck me as odd because she is just the pickiest little cat. Oh, I want some food now and oh, I want outside time now and oh, I’m tired of being outside and oh why won’t anyone cuddle me and- ok I’m getting sidetracked here. So, she would usually be upset if I had missed a meal. But she wasn’t! Now I was wondering what the HECK happened to all the people who disappeared. And I realize I hadn’t even checked outside yet! So I get to the door and throw it open and there’s the neighborhood! The houses and cars are all there and I think there might’ve even been some people taking dogs for walks? Point is, everyone was back. I bet I looked absolutely insane, some random guy with eyebags and a cane staring at the street. I didn’t know what to do with myself, after that. I tried to burn the paper, obviously, but it didn’t light. I checked a calendar, too, and apparently 4 days had passed, because it was November second! Yesterday, actually. After I got myself all together and wasn’t shaking as much, I drove right on over here to give a statement! Just, I know someone who gave one and figured it fit right on in here! Apparently really helped to talk it out, too. I’m moving, by the way. Just started looking for a new house. I can’t stand to look at the walls of my room any longer. So, that’s my story! Pretty wild, huh? Do I just… stop talking?

[GRIAN]

Statement ends.

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[GRIAN]

I had some assistants do a bit of research into this case, obviously. Scar left his address with us and all of the residential details seem to match up. He does live at the end of a road, Sandshore Lane, and listing websites show he has just put the house up for sale. No reason was posted as to why, and the price is shockingly low. This really surprises me, I know Scar from a few business deals years ago and he’s not one to miss out on money. I’m inclined to believe him just for that. He did drop off both of the items mentioned at the front desk, and I believe those are still firmly in artifact storage. Not particularly interested in giving that pamphlet a read, to be frank. Not in the mood to be isolated from all other life today. We tried to talk with a few of his neighbors, but nobody wanted to tell us where they were during their week. Rude. I might continue to pry just in case we see any similar incidents appearing later, but for now I think it’s best to leave this one. No reason to explore a follow-up, so that wraps this case up nice and neat. I’m concerned about the appearance of a library book and artifact link, I’ve not seen many of those before and it might be a good idea for me to rustle around in the Archives to see if there are any others that connect to this, especially relating to the same pamphlet. End recording.

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novelmonger · 2 years ago

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Book Review: The Unlikely Escape of Uriah Heep by H.G. Parry

The quote that should have been on the back of the book: "'Uriah Heep's loose on the ninth floor,' he said. 'And I can't catch him.' My brain was fogged with sleep; it took a moment for his words to filter through. 'Seriously, Charley?' I said when they did. 'Again?'"

Premise: Rob Sutherland, a lawyer in Wellington, New Zealand, has a younger brother, Charley, who is an English professor at the university. His brother, a literary prodigy, has the peculiar and often alarming ability to read objects - or characters - out of books. This causes lots of problems, as you might expect, especially because they're trying to keep this ability secret from the world. But things start to go especially crazy when Charley reads Uriah Heep out of David Copperfield, and he hints at a "new world" that is fast approaching....

Thoughts: I. Love. This. Book. Seriously, if that premise alone isn't enough to make you want to pick up the book and read it for yourself, I don't know what's wrong with you.

At first glance, this book might sound a bit like Inkheart, and while there are certainly similarities when it comes to reading characters and things into reality, it has a very different feel. Yes, both are stories about stories, about the power of really connecting to a book you're reading until what's happening on the page is as real as the world around you. Both are about villains trying to take advantage of this power, book characters trying to make a life for themselves in the real world, and the chaotic rush to stop the world from being overrun with the worst horrors books hold. But I guess I would say that The Unlikely Escape of Uriah Heep feels a lot more grown-up. Not to say that it's boring by any means; there's still a lot of beauty and whimsy and wonder. But it deals not just with accidentally reading stuff out of a book or the power of a good story well told. It also deals with how every single reader will have a slightly different interpretation and imagination of a character, some more nuanced than others. It deals with what it means to be a person. What it means to be a family. What it means to have a life. It makes absolute sense to me that the main characters are a lawyer and a university professor, rather than a twelve-year-old girl and an itinerant bookbinder.

Of course, one of the main draws to this story is all the wonderful literary references. These are mostly from British literature, particularly Victorian literature, which meant that I was familiar with (or at least could easily identify) most of the characters you end up meeting. These include Sherlock Holmes, Mr. Darcy, Dorian Gray, the Artful Dodger, Matilda, the White Witch, Dr. Frankenstein, Dracula, Miss Matty, the Scarlet Pimpernel...I'm probably forgetting somebody else super obvious, there's just so many of them! Even for the ones whose stories I haven't read, like Uriah Heep, it's not vital to the main plot to understand what they're about. Rob isn't familiar with all of their stories either, and so gets any necessary explanations from Charley, usually.

I adore any story that praises the power of stories. Of course I do. And this one makes it so clear how powerful they are, how comforting and edifying and exhilarating the written word can be. But even more, I love that this is first and foremost a story about brothers. I'm a sucker for those kinds of stories on the best of days, and so this book got me hook, line, and sinker from page 15 when Rob says, "I would do anything--I would kill the whole world--to keep him from being scared or hurt." a;ldkfjsd;kfljsd;fklj YES PLEASE.

Not once did I have to worry that the brothers' relationship would fall to the wayside for the sake of the plot. The story opens with Charley calling Rob for help in the middle of the night, and the entire story revolves around these two helping each other, fighting with each other, saving each other, pulling each other down and then dragging them back up again...it's everything. Their bond is the bedrock of this story, and I can't get enough of it. The bio in the back says that H.G. Parry has a sister, and I have a hunch that they must be really close. You can tell that she knows what it's like :')

There were so many quotes, especially in the climax, that I wanted to scream from the rooftops (and instead just sobbed quietly in my room as I ugly-cried my way through the ending). They were all so simple that, out of context, they wouldn't seem that remarkable. "I don't care" "I still want him back." "You're my brother." "I know you."

Or this quote from Sherlock Holmes: "Your brother thinks you the best and wisest man in this world. As I said, emotions are antagonistic to clear reasoning." Which is just a;lkjg;dslkgj;sdklgjds;afkj I CAN'T IT HURTS IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE HOLMES AND WATSON AND ROB AND CHARLEY AND AAAAAAHHHHHHH TT_______TT al;kdfgjas;dglkjsd;flkjds;klfj

In conclusion: If you love a good book, if you have ever found yourself sucked into a story till it felt more real than reality, you need to read this book.

#book thoughts #the unlikely escape of uriah heep #hg parry #the power of stories #brotherly love #i'm slowly reading my way through dickens #and now i don't know what i'm going to do with myself when i get to david copperfield ._.

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gleefullypolin · 8 months ago

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It really is such a long time to decide that this is what you'd like to see but there's the thing of it when you lose all flexibility in being open to what you're actually going to see, it's going to make you miserable and feel like it's bad writing when it's just writing that isn't yours.

I didn't know they ended up together either but thought they were adorable too. I actually don't remember how I found out they end up together, tbh. Maybe a random comment about them having their season? It got me to look into the books and then start reading them. And I'm with you, thank god it's a canon ship, I would have been so irritated otherwise, hah.

He's come back more flirty each time so I have no doubts he was learning how to do all of that while gone. There's no way he got burned by Marina then set off to travel without his brother's words in his head about it. Even if he was trying to prove something to himself, he would have discovered that sex and love are easily separated when one has the motivation to do so. It looks like they're finally trying to add some of Colin's book character to the show version and I think some people maybe don't get that he is not looking for love when he falls in love with Penelope, it quite literally just comes up behind him and smacks him upside the head without his permission so the idea of him saving himself in that way isn't something I've seen him ever profess in the show anyhow.

I have no idea how I got myself on the Debling hate train, it just happened.😭 Maybe it's because I don't get the vibes passing the test when it comes to Penelope? Not because I think he's evil but I just think she's not into it? He does give her something I think she needs outside of herself and Colin and that's okay but also get away from girl I am going to need you to back up, sir.

Our little compulsive liar! I agree though, she really needs to grow up and let both sides of her come together. Even Pen being in love with Colin is sort of her just loving in his direction? She's not being true to herself a lot of the time with him because she doesn't want to rock the boat but the boat (carriage) needs rocked if it's going to go anywhere. Truly the only thing I think I want to see is him learning about LW before anything major between them happens. I get why they might not for drama but that feels too close to the Marina situation. Maybe they could make it work but I think it needs to come out first for sure.

The man is so obsessed with her, I love it. He goes from 0 to 100 so quick and I do love that in a man, haha.

Oh my god the shippers of Neal and Emma's were insanely intense. They would, from what I remember reading when it was going on, just randomly make stuff up about Hook and then treat it like it was fact from then on even when offered proof it was nonsense. As insufferable as he was for sure. Good on you for killing him off in your fics.

Phillip in the books is truly my favorite after Colin. I hope Eloise's season gives him some of his book personality, he's so complex but also so into Eloise, it's great.

Same! I think how he learns it is the thing I'm most interested in so far. I think it's entirely possible Eloise could slip, not on purpose because I don't think she wants to hurt Penelope but with Colin being so intent on finding LW, it's possible she says something accidentally. Or if he sees her and follows. I kind of want her to yell it at him while they're fighting, ha. I want that anger to turn to passion and go from there.

For real, theorizing should be fun, not a competition. It's not that serious.😄

This is why we need to live in fan fiction and just let our minds drift in and out of different ideas, so we don’t get stuck in one place for too long. It’s the only way to survive the long expanse between seasons. And people forget that the show is not written by them. So, we have to be ok with what we get and if we aren’t pick up the pen to write our own ending.

I don’t know if it makes me a simpleton that I usually just end up following the story and picking canon ships…maybe I just don’t stray too far from a tale. I get too swept up in things normally to have time to do so. I don’t blame those that don’t, they just have better imaginations than me.

Colin is a flirt; he has flirted with Pen more than once. I mean you can’t tell me “What a barb” was not a flirt. And don’t get me started on the way he was staring at her when she was talking about her purpose, you would have thought he was staring at his next biscuit. His brain may not realize it but his body has been teasing her for years. I think you are correct; he is not looking for love, it hits him upside the head suddenly and without any permission that he gave it. He assumes he is only offering assistance and the next he's trying to consume everything about her, including her time, attention, focus.

I did read that the picnic scene is Colin coming to her rescue and my God I almost died on the spot. I assumed that is what it was but holy moly, hero Colin saving Pen while Lord Tater Tot gets to hold her. He will be beside himself. All I saw was red…Get your hands off our girl! I’m stepping into the Debling hate ring with you!!

I love it when women accept who they are, the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s not easy to accept all of you. And honestly Pen has some real soul searching to do because she doesn’t write nice things about herself either, so she’s got some stuff to work out there! I would LOVE for her to show the Pen that she’s been showing in all these promos…because that Pen could go a few rounds with Colin! Tell him how it is and how she feels, and I am here for that! That Pen can match Colin in that carriage! 0 to 100 for sure!

The stuff they made up about the toxicity of Hook. When in fact there was never a better story of redemption written for one person than Killian Jones. Like they killed that thing. It was beautiful. I could kiss that man. The only complaint I had was they should have ended it a season earlier. As much as I loved Officer Jones…It was not the same show or my Hook! But ship wars are notorious for making up absolute toxic shit from nothing.

Nothing about this show should be serious. IT’S A ROMANCE NOVEL TURNED INTO A TELEVISION SHOW ON NETFLIX! Our live wont end without it! But I’ll be really unhappy if it’s not May 16th soon!

#my asks #wonderful people

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sctigthethird · 6 months ago

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As a multishipper, I take this as permission to fuckin ramble /j /lh

1. DOGDAY X CATNAP

One of my top ships, after all it’s how I got into this fandom to begin with! Sun x Moon, Talkative x Listener, Opposites Attract. There’s so many tropes I love about them and I can’t help but adore it! I like to imagine a Childhood best friends dynamic with them too since I like them being an inseparable duo!

2. BUBBA X BOBBY

Oh I love this one. The brain and the heart type of dynamic and I am down for it! I can see Bubba being the type to be unaware of how to be a boyfriend, desperately fumbling through his attempts while he tries reading books about relationships while Bobby’s patiently helping him throughout all of it as the professional. So cute, I should do more of them

3. BOBBY X HOPPY

One of the first ships I shipped after slowly incorporating myself to the fandom! Found them while looking through posts to help me figure out the critter’s personalities and I was completely hooked. Tomboy girl x her equally awesome fangirl? Sign me up! Hear me out on Girlfailure Hoppy x Head over heels Bobby guys. One of my faves :D

4. CATNAP X HOPPY

Seen a few art about it, very few. And I can safely say that I want to see more of it. Energy ridden gf x Snoozin bf, it’s like Dogday x Catnap with the opposites attract thing, but with their energies, I love it. Catnap being a supportive bf by not sleeping through her match and cheering her on, and Hoppy gladly letting him rest while she carries him on her back. Girlboss x Malewife HEAR ME OUT /j

5. HOPPY X KICKINCHICKEN

Not even gonna lie, This was my second ship after Daynap for a while. Can you blame me? They’re such a chaotic and loveable duo. Tomboy girl and Cool guy and also with the “sharing a braincell” trope I like putting onto them, plus potential of a rivals to lovers thing there’s no way I wouldn’t adore them. I see them more as siblings currently but I wouldn’t pass up a chance to draw them being partners in crime.

6. BUBBA X KICKINCHICKEN

When I first saw this ship, I didn’t really see it. I mean I did get how other people shipped it, Smartass x Dumbass, typical dynamic I wasn’t too mad with it, I understood. Then when I decided to delve deeper into out of sheer curiosity… It started infecting me like a parasite. I made one drawing of them AND NOW I CANT STOP— Teasing flirt x Flustered, Height difference, Boyfailure x Finds it cute, SMARTASS X DUMBASS LIKE I SAID— god i just adore the two sm you cannot believe it.

7. BOBBY X CATNAP

Fluffy filled couple. Chill bf x Affectionate gf. I can see them being very adorable together, having seen some art about it a few times! There’s not much I can say about them other than I really like it and find it cute ^^

8. PICKYPIGGY X CATNAP

Saw some art bout it, neutral at first, now I adore it. I mean it’s not like I could say much about it, like I said with 7, I just find it very cute and adorable. Catnap would def let Picky have a portion of his meal or share some with her, or like maybe the two feeding each other and acting all lovey dovey while the others are just there lmao heheheheh.

9. PICKYPIGGY X BUBBA

To be honest here, one of my first ships back then. It’s kinda cute imo. Serious bf x Happy go lucky gf, Could see Bubba being all serious and Picky just going “Who wants pancakes~!?”, also I accidentally made them have mom and dad energy in my fanfic so that’s something lol.

Doesn't it happen to them that they want to give their opinion about a ship but they don't do it because no one asked them?

and since I want to waste my time..

here I ask you

WHAT IS YOUR OPINION (NEGATIVE OR GOOD)

OF THESE SHIPS:

1) DOGDAY X CATNAP

2) BUBBA X BOBBY

3) BOBBY X HOPPY

4) CATNAP X HOPPY

5) HOPPY X KICKENCHIKEN

6) BUBBA X KICKENCHIKEN

7) BOBBY X CATNAP

8) PICKYPIGGY X CATNAP

9) PICKYPIGGY X BUBBA

It doesn't matter if it's negative or positive.

shout how much you love a ship or how much you hate a ship!!

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captainmalewriter · 2 years ago

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10 Stories from the Past Year

And now, to celebrate my one year anniversary on Tumblr, let's take a look back to all the stories I’ve published in the past year. Here's a short list of my top 5 grossing stories (based on number of notes) and my personal top 5 favorite stories. Each story contains a short blurb of the storyline and the latter 5 contain a little note from yours truly about the inspiration behind the story. Every story title is clickable too, so please feel free to click and reread an old fav or read it for the first time! God, it was so much fun going back down memory lane to compile this list. I got to reread some of my most enjoyable stories (and cringe at some of my less than proud stories too...) But anyway, here’s the compilation!

Top 5

1. Shady App - 674 notes

Don’t mess with the dark web or you might end up in a shady situation. Protagonist learns that the hard way after messing around with a strange app called “Body Lottery,” an app said to give the user an all new life with just a few clicks away.

Extra note: it’s funny and somewhat fitting that the top story award goes to my very first published story. a little haha moment.

2. Payback - 601 notes

This cocky jock is having a bad day and is in desperate need for a blowjob to blow off some steam. Unfortunately for him, he took out his bad mood on the wrong guy during a good old fashioned Grindr hook up. Now he’s got bigger problems to worry about than simply not getting sexual relief.

3. More Fun With You - 581 notes

Protagonist is regretting his decision about telling his new boyfriend about his ability to possess other people. Instead of getting freaked over the supernatural, his boyfriend is very enthusiastic about it, even going as far as wanting to get possessed. And all for a certain reason even Protagonist can’t deny the pros of.

4. Not So Accidental Possession - 542 notes

Protagonist has the extraordinary gift of astral projection. But one night while exploring the astral plane, Protagonist accidentally discovers he can slip inside and take control of other people in his metaphysical form when he gets too close to his dad’s body. Skip a few years later when the new neighbor Ricky moves in, Protagonist plans to have another “accidental body possession.”

5. Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover - 511 notes

There’s some shady experiments going on in the classified, top secret side of the FBI. When an unnamed intern volunteers himself to be a guinea pig, he quickly finds himself on the short end of the stick. But after taking the time to properly adjust, he couldn’t be happier with what he got from the sci-fi like experiment.

Honorable Mentions:

Side Business - 503 notes

Magic Dust - 462 notes

My Top 5

1. Happy Birthday -

Celebrating a birthday can be tough when you've got a busy life juggling work and college like me. But what was supposed to be an ordinary day turned out to be anything but when my best possession friend rolls into town with the best birthday present ever.

Not to toot my own horn, but this story I wrote as a gift to myself takes the cake on being my top favorite story. I had so much fun going all out for myself while writing it, and to this day I still reread it and go "wow! that’s hot as fuck."

2. Black Tattoo -

Miguel is in need of design ideas for new tattoos. While his roommate Cal- an artist with an orthodox style, offered a design for free, he won't give Miguel any more unless he commissions them. Broke and desperate for more tattoos, Miguel steals Cal's artwork and suffers the consequences because of it.

I can't say I remember where exactly the inspiration for this story came from. To be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if my thoughts while brainstorming this one went something like this: “Hm... What if tattoos were the reason some guy lost control over his body? Yeah, that sounds cool, let’s do that.”

3. New Generation -

Saul has a very conservative, traditional view of what a man should be. When his son Enrique doesn't measure up to Saul's idea of what a man should be, the machista makes Enrique's life growing up a living hell all the way till his death. What came after death was something neither Saul nor Enrique could've ever anticipated.

CW: domestic abuse

This one hits closer to home for me. Growing up queer is never easy. Admittedly, this story plays into one of my fantasies of bigoted people getting their comeuppance. I believe in reincarnation, and I also believe that how a person behaves in this life will impact how their next life will go. Mix all of that together with some TF kink, and out came this story.

4. Watermelon Challenge -

The latest trends have hit Tiktok and this one’s all about bodybuilders crushing watermelons with their thighs. Of course, a big and strong hunk like Mo Saffari just had to take part in the challenge! Unfortunately for Mo, while he was busy playing fruit ninja with his legs, the health department had issued a warning to the general public about a potentially harmful bug in watermelons with some interesting side effects if digested.

I love Mo Saffari and I wanted to write a story involving him. That’s it, that’s the story behind this one; and it just so happened to become one of my favorites over time.

5. Symbiotic Relationship / Ocean Freak -

Two guys who have devoted their lives to something (one plants, the other the ocean) are going through a hard time in life. As a reward for all of the love and/or devotion they’ve given, the object of their affection returns the favor by transforming their bodies and thus easing their mental and emotional anguish.

Extra note: Each title is its own story.

I was debating whether or not to group these two stories together but I decided to do so in the end. Both of these stories come from the early period of my TF writing career when I was still trying to find my own writing style as well as when I was in a different state of mind than I am now. What can I say, I’m a sucker for good hearted people receiving the same kindness they give to other people when they’re in times of need. Granted, the other person in both of these stories is Mother Nature, but details details.

Thanks again everyone for all the love and support on my writing! I hope you've all found a story or two or many more to enjoy from my page! Here's to celebrating one year of writing stories on Tumblr and to many more to come in the future! Cheers!! 🍾

- Captain M.W.

#anniversary #anniversary post #one year on tumblr #announcement #announcement post

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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almost. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost, right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?, more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please don’t hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesn’t see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye

The cool summer breeze flows around you as you’re sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face.

The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. “Sorry, what?”

Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him.

“I was saying that I think I’m giving up on crushes and love.” You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee.

Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do.

“I think I’m cursed,” you continue. “All of my exes have been assholes, and I’ve always been too blind to see it until it’s over and I’m left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.”

“Maybe you’re just looking for love in the wrong places,” Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because he’s who you should be looking at if you wanted love.

Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. He’s almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast.

He was a god damn catch, why couldn’t you see that?

“Maybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,” he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen.

“Wait, maybe you’re right!” Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. “You know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?”

Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldn’t just go out and say it. “Hm, I don’t think you should.“

With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. “True. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesn’t want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.”

That wasn’t why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along.

“I bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.” You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile.

“I’ve actually—“

“You know what I—“

You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkook’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as you’re about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first.

“I was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.”

He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. “Wild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?”

“No,” you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. “I should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like I’ve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?”

“Uh, maybe...” he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup.

“How do you go about it?”

“Me?” he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing.

“Yes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.” You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that you’re speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups.

He’s not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought you’d pretend to never hear him. It wasn’t too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heard—and seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they left—it was very rarely the same girl.

So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups.

“Right, sorry,” he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night.

“It’s fine, consider us even.” A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadn’t had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again.

“So, give me the tips. Where do you find people?”

Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. “Honestly? Anywhere. I’ve gotten girl’s numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.”

“Ugh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.”

“What?” he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesn’t even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. “What the hell is pretty privilege?”

Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. “You! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,” you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips.

Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book.

“C’mon,” he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. “You could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.”

You give your plate a contemplated stare, “Sure, how hard could it be?”

Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel.

Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when he’s at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if you’ve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look.

“What?”

His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him.

He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original.

“What do I say?” you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all.

“Just say hi and tack on some cute emoji. It’s not that hard,” he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in.

“Okay, I did it.” Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkook’s hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before you’re killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat.

“Really?” Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for.

No. That’s not what he wants.

Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if you’d even agree to it.

“Relax, he’s probably thinking of what to reply.”

You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in.

He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level you’ve been stuck on for the past two weeks.

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether.

Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. “You’re right, this is easy!”

Jungkook doesn’t feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. “Told you so.”

He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it.

“I hope he knows I don’t want anything serious,” you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages.

Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you don’t want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies.

All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, don’t talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesn’t offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob he’s a loser.

It’s solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok.

Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if he’s being honest. They weren’t spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but he’d never tell you that.

When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him you’re on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. It’s not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mike’s hard lemonade—because despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didn’t care—and binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family.

But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he can’t find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitch’s usual banter. He’s too busy thinking about which movie you’re currently watching, if you were watching it. Who’s Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now.

Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that you’d see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldn’t? You say you want something casual and suddenly he’s spilling his heart out and you’re supposed to believe he’s not some pig trying to butter you up. He didn’t want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times you’ve had.

“So stupid,” he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff he’s rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the time—and also check if you’d sent him some SOS text—but he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.

In true pity party day fashion, he doesn’t even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom.

The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax.

Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he can’t stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if you’d be the type to act shy at a guy’s house for the first time, if you’d initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldn’t be the one kissing you tonight.

What he doesn’t know, is that you wouldn’t be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping.

So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened.

Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming you’d be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldn’t he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partner’s moans the way he usually did.

You’re just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you aren’t blind. He’s hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries you’ve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed.

You’re just desperate now. That’s the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear.

Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He can’t look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube.

“Ah fuck,” he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base.

You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice you’re expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you.

With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz.

Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep?

“Shit, so good,” he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. It’s what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch.

Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didn’t even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how you’d look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you.

He knows you’re loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do.

His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. It’s been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since he’d been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he can’t find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did.

The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer.

The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkook’s moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind.

How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldn’t mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor.

The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkook’s with the vibrator still in your hand, but you can’t. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret you’d have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldn’t deny how turned on you are.

The flashes of all the times you’ve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe you’d be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock.

That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until you’re bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way you’d soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm.

Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. You’re not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. You’re both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?

As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way you’d never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that you’d want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over.

“Ah shit, baby,” he cries out in his room—thankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he came—eyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation.

The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know you’ll feel the ache later but you don’t care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets.

The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile he’d give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity.

When you realize your thoughts have strayed from ‘pure sexy Jungkook fantasyland’, and switched over to ‘Jeon Jungkook your adorable neighbor’, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit.

With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang.

Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case he’d somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else.

All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you.

When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum.

“Such a loser,” he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase.

His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. It’s now one in the morning, and you still hadn’t text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him won’t allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send.

Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?

When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkook’s name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come ove—no stop that.

Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok.

Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol

Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though

Y/N 1:26am : like right now

Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room

Y/N 1:27am : haha

He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You weren’t rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldn’t be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again.

Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!

Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing you’ll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if he’ll have to push the crush aside, you’re barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else.

Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How he’d let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend.

Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about.

And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times you’d find a way to slide Jungkook’s name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief.

The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkook’s face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge.

“Oh my god, I’m such a bitch.” you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him.

The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook ‘bro’ and treat him like you didn’t see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore.

So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.

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ao3qhq · 3 years ago

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The “A Hair’s Breadth” Rec List Master Post

Okay, 36 chapters into A Hair’s Breadth means 36+ absolutely amazing fic recs that you should go check out immediately, now organized into an ordered list for your convenience! The work is nowhere near complete yet, so there will be more recs to come, but for now this is everything I’ve got! Maybe I’ll post a part two to this list in another 36 chapters :)

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by Another_Local_Dreamer (10k): this was one of the first jordie lives!fics that i ever read, and it got me totally hooked on the concept. Basically, jordie turns up in ketterdam and enlists kaz’s help in locating his little brother, all without realizing who kaz really is. One Shot.

Sometimes You Hear the Bullet by Another_Local_Dreamer (11.5k): part two of the above rec! just as good as part one. One Shot.

Hold Me, Touch Me by cassianendor was a great little fic where kaz got left alone with Alys’s baby, but it appears the whole account got purged. If anyone knows what happened to the works/where the author went please let me know!

fate follows suit by demigodbeauties (2.5k): an interesting take on a soulmate AU where inej carves her soulmark off during her time at the menagerie cause she can’t handle the idea of anyone ever possessing her or having a right to her body again. One Shot.

Playing Chicken by DinoDina (1k): absolutely hilarious crack!fic centering around wylan, jesper, and chickens that kaz and inej keep dumping on them. just the right amount of absurdity balanced with normalcy and guaranteed to make you smile. One Shot.

die for you in secret by downn_in_flames (5.5k): it’s a 5+1 fic, it’s an accidental “i love you” fic, what more could you ask for? chef’s kiss. One Shot.

jump into the fog by ev0lution (17k): this is one of those author’s that just captures the feel of Leigh’s writing so well, at times you legitimately feel like you’re reading a third six of crows book. Post-CK fic spanning the first year inej is away at sea. One Shot.

say it right by ev0lution (18.5k): this is an amazing modern au, and the characterization is just spot-on. i really love the way this author addressed the trauma in this fic, particularly inej’s. so so good. One Shot.

Beware of Powerful Men by icarus_chained (5k): this was written right after the show came out, and is set in the show-verse, sometime in the last episode. It features an outsider’s look at the kaz and inej relationship, and details concerns that Alina has for Inej’s safety based off of her own experiences. One Shot.

The Next Great Heist by insertcoolname13 (4k): this is one of my all-time favorite premises in a kanej fic. kaz and inej have a surprisingly successful night and suddenly find themselves in need of emergency contraception, spurring a rather awkward search across the city. 4/?.

A Safe Place to Land by insignificant457 (6k): one of those “kaz and inej keep taking in strays by accident” fics, which is a trope that never gets old. this fic is well-beloved for a reason, people, it’s basically the blueprint. One Shot.

With a Little Help from My Friends by Kelly123 (1.5k): Inej returns to find that Kaz had enlisted assistance in overcoming his fear of touch. Could be either show- or book-verse, and implements Nina’s heartrending in a really cool way, which I think should be explored more often in Kanej works. One Shot.

On the Bank of the Regent’s Canal by likefirings (2.5k): formerly known as Young Gods, this is a canon-divergent AU where kaz and inej wind up in ketterdam without the painful journeys that originally brought them there. Unfortunately, it seems this work has been abandoned, but I was really excited to see where it might go. 1/10.

you are lost without the waiting by likefirings (2.5k): a hades and persephone au, which fits with this couple so well i don’t know why there aren’t more of them floating around. this one features some truly incredible fan art as well. One Shot.

Sankta Inej by mandjalorian (1k): kid!fic set several years post-CK, where inej comes home early to hear telling their daughter a bedtime story about her brave mama. One Shot.

Stories About Crows by marycontraire (79k): this rec is for the whole damn series cause it’s just that good. seriously, you want to read these fics. doesn’t matter what you’re looking for, what kind of fics you like, this is the series for you. 17/? works.

the enigmatic boots of destiny by moonburntmemory (3k): this is a crack!fic, but it’s so, so good. Pre-SoC, inej escapes from the menagerie and steals a pair of kaz’s boots, causing them to meet. One Shot.

A Royal Flush by pumpernickel_simswood (6.5k): a truly delightful post-CK fic where jesper meddles for the greater good (tm) of everyone involved. Beautifully done. 4/4.

latte art by pyrrhlc (11k): this is a coffee shop AU, which i typically have a hard time with in the SoC fandom, they just never quite seem to click for me. This one, though, ticks all the boxes. Definitely worth a read. 4/12.

i’m in love with a fairytale by salutmecs (1.5k): this is a really beautiful post-CK reunion fic with an accidental ‘i love you’ because kaz is an idiot. One Shot.

A Universal Truth by schmulte (3k): this is a pride and prejudice AU which i was very excited to find, since clearly i’m a sucker for the regency period. unfortunately it’s been a couple months without an update, and i don’t know if the auther if planning on coming back to it or not. 1/?.

Coins by stefaniegm (6k): Soulmate AU by the incredible author formerly known as tessdebelle! Soulmates is one of my very favorite tropes, and fits this pairing so well, it’s shocking to me that there isn’t more of it around. We should all follow in stefaniegm’s footsteps and write one of these to share with the group. One Shot.

More and More by stefaniegm (3k): phone sex. Phone sex phone sex phone sex. Why have we, as a fandom, not fully explored the possibilities of phone sex? This author saw a need and hoo boy did they fill it. One Shot.

the ghost of a memorie long lost by subject_layla (25k): this is another jordie lives!fic, but i really like the way the author handles this one. it’s an ongoing work in progress, and i cannot wait to see how it ends up. 9/?.

Without Armor by thatbluenote (2k): book-verse post CK fic, and incredible take on sexual explorations between the two of them, literally feels like if Leigh decided to write a smutty scene with these characters. One Shot.

The Girl in the Menagerie by Trogdor19 (3k): pre-SoC, basically a rewrite of the kaz/inej meeting and partnership with a new spin. Really well done and well rounded. 2/2.

Better Love by unfortunate17 (4k): truly great post-CK fic where everybody assumes kaz and inej are having a lot more sex than they actually are. Featuring one of my favorite scenes from any fic ever, where wylan attempts to approach kaz for sex advice. One Shot.

Between the Lines by unfortunate17 (7k): book-verse fic that starts pre-SoC, kind of a 5+1 where a whole list of characters realizes that kaz is in love with inej before he does. It’s a great time from start to finish. One Shot.

forged of steel by veorlian (1.5k): pre-SoC fic about the becoming of the Wraith. The story here is good, but it’s the writing that really gets you. One Shot.

The Sewing of Wings by Vera (Vera_DragonMuse) (7.5k): this is a really great pre-SoC bookverse fic, set from the perspective of a tailor in the barrel who gets contracted on to do all of the tailoring for the dregs. super cute, very well done. One Shot.

Adagio by Whitherward (26k): look, i don’t have favorites on this list because asking me to pick a favorite would be like asking a parent to pick a favorite child. However, if i absolutely had to choose one, gun-to-my-head, I’d choose this fic in a heartbeat. Ballet AU, exquisitely done. The prose is amazing, the characterization is spot on, the plot is so good, so intriguing. Do yourself a favor and go read it. 3/10.

Muscle to muscle by whynotcherries (2k): an amazing 5+1 fic set pre-SoC, where inej keeps surprising kaz in various new ways. Follows the two of them as they get to know each other. This author is truly prolific, but this remains one of my favorite works of theirs. One Shot.

through wide oceans, back home to you by wishingforrain (1k): really sweet slice of life reunion fic set post-CK. This author has beautiful prose, and masterfully captures a sweet moment of meeting. One Shot.

Okay, 32 and a half recs, I’ll see you all in another 36 chapters! Happy reading!

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lostinthewiind · 3 years ago

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 9

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing, harsh language, swearing

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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Next → Part 10

The trek up the stairs from the store to the apartment felt like climbing a never-ending escalator that was going the wrong way. After the day you had had, you were both mentally and physically exhausted and ready to call it a night early.

Thankfully, as if you had finally hit a stroke of luck that day, Keishin had texted you saying that he would pick up dinner on the way home, saving you the exertion of having to leave the apartment again. So, with that information in mind, you kicked off your shoes for the day and fell unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.

As you sat down, you heard the envelope in your back pocket crinkle and the sudden noise seemed to completely fill the otherwise silent apartment.

Ah yes, the envelope.

Pulling the decision to your future out of your back pocket, you stared at it for what felt like another hour or so. No matter how long you held the envelope in your hands, you couldn't force yourself to open it. You simply didn't want to.

At some point between when your mother had handed it to you and now, you had subconsciously decided that you wanted to choose your own path forward despite what the decision letter may or may not say.

Feeling strangely empowered and confident, you stood to your feet and ventured into the bedroom where you slipped the envelope into one of the drawers Keishin was letting you keep your clothes in and tucked it underneath one of your sweaters. Maybe one day you would open the damn thing when whatever was inside wasn't weighing so heavily on your mind and future, but today was not that day.

Just then, you heard the front door open and knew Keishin had arrived home. Closing the drawer, you plastered a smile across your face and exited the bedroom to greet your boyfriend.

"Welcome home, Dear," you giggled, trying your best to fake the part of a doting housewife. "How was the volleyball game?"

Keishin chuckled softly as you took the takeout bags from him. "It was a close game, but they pulled it together in the last set and won."

"Oh, good!" You placed the bags onto the table before retrieving some plates and chopsticks from the kitchen.

"How was your day?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You sighed as you thought back on your day. "It was okay," you answered, not really wanting to go into much more detail than that. You doubted Keishin wanted to hear about your minuscule problems with rude customers after the long day he had clearly had.

Keishin, however, picked up on your uncertainty right away. "Doesn't sound okay," he commented. "Want to talk about it?"

You shrugged. "Just some shitty customers. Seems I had forgotten how poorly low-level workers are treated sometimes . . . just threw me a little," you said. "I'll be fine. Just glad the day is over now."

"You and me both." He flashed a smile as he turned to head for the bedroom. "I'm just going to change quickly and then we'll eat."

"Sounds good." You started dishing out some of the food. "I was also thinking we could watch a movie tonight as well. I could use something to clear my mind."

"Sitting on the couch with a beer is an ideal evening in my book," you heard him respond faintly from the bedroom. "There's a new action movie that came out. I think it's about-"

You waited for Keishin to finish his sentence, but when he didn't, you cocked your head and looked toward the bedroom doorway. Before you had the chance to call out to him, he appeared in the doorway shirtless, eyebrows furrowed and the envelope from the university in his hand.

"W-why do you have that?" you asked, the look on his face upon discovering the letter making your heart drop. "That was in my drawer . . . why were you going through my things?"

"I was looking for my sweater, the one you always steal," he answered. "Y/N . . . what is this?"

Rounding the table and approaching Keishin, you snatched the envelope out of his hand. "That is one of the many reasons why my day today was so shitty."

As you turned to head for the kitchen to toss the envelope in the garbage and rid your life of it, Keishin followed you. "You didn't get in?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't open it."

As you moved to toss the letter into the trash, Keishin grabbed your wrist and stopped you. "Why are you throwing it out if you didn't open it yet?"

"Because I don't care what it says. I've decided that I'm going to stay here with you and work at the store. This is the life I want . . . the life I get to choose for myself."

"You should still open it," he reasoned. "You might change how you feel about it when you see the result."

"I don't want to change how I feel about it." You shook your head as you gently pried your wrist out of his grip. "No need to make things more difficult than they need to be. I've had enough difficulty for one lifetime, thank you very much. This decision is easy, and best of all, it makes me happy."

Gesturing to the envelope, Keishin sighed. "But this is what you wanted. When you told me about your dream to play soccer at the University of Tokyo, your face lit up. Why are giving up on your dream before you've even given yourself a chance to experience it?"

"Dreams can change, Keishin," you told him before sighing and deciding to humour him for a moment. "Okay, let's say I open this letter and somehow did get in. What then? I couldn't pay for that school in my wildest dreams; not without my parents' help. Sometimes dreams are just childish and unrealistic. So I found a new dream, one with us living here together."

"You could apply for student loans. Tons of people do." He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't think this is about the money or your parents. I think this is about us. You've gotten comfortable here."

Throwing your hands up into the air in exasperation, you huffed. "And so what if I have? Is that really so bad?"

"I just don't want you to throw away an opportunity like this over me."

"Over you?" you cocked a brow. "Because you're, what, trash? Not worth it? A lowlife? A burnout?"

Keishin bit at his bottom lip. "You know what's not what I meant."

Inhaling deeply, you glared down at the god-forsaken envelope in your hand and began to tear at the top. "Let's not fight about something that probably isn't even going to happen." You pulled the letter out and unfolded it, your eyes scanning the text quickly. "The University of Tokyo is notoriously difficult to get into and I-"

Keishin quirked a brow when you stopped mid-sentence. "What does it say?"

A broken laugh was the only thing you could manage as you lowered the letter and shook your head. "Un-fucking-believable." You handed the paper over to Keishin, the edge crumpled from where your grip had tightened when you read the decision.

Keishin looked at the page for all of two seconds before he found the bolded 'Congratulations' and a huge grin spread across his face. "You got in!" He was way more excited than you were about this. "This is good news. You can play soccer at the University of Tokyo. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't make you at least a little happy."

"I wish it did," you answered honestly. "I wish it were that easy."

"It is! It can be." Keishin set the letter down on the counter and took your hands in his. "Student loans, part-time jobs, it's all possible. Sure, it might be a little tricky to work out, but it's totally possible."

When you didn't respond, Keishin hooked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "Accept the spot at the university. Follow your dream," he told you.

". . . but I'll have to leave you." You felt the words catch in your throat and tried your hardest not to start crying. "You make me happy—you're the first thing that's made me genuinely happy in a long time—and I don't want to leave that for a chance at something that might not even work out."

"But what if it does work out? You don't know that it won't," he said softly. "Don't end up like me, looking back at your past and wondering what might have been if you had just chosen a different path. I know this might seem good enough for now, but how will you feel after ten or twenty years of working the same dead-end job for the same shit pay all while getting treated like shit by people who look down on you? Look at how one day of catering to pretentious assholes made you feel. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like that?"

"But what about you?" you asked, your voice shaky.

Keishin dropped his head, a few stray strands of hair falling into his face. Unlike that morning, when he had been asleep with loose hairs in his face, he looked annoyed and frustrated now. The bags under his eyes and tension lines on his forehead were a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful face you had woken up to that morning.

"Don't throw this away over me," he repeated. "Don't throw your future away over a 26-year-old burnout."

Lip quivering, you sucked in a deep breath. "I thought you were different . . . but you're just like everyone else."

Keishin eyed you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said I should make my own decisions and live my life how I wanted but it was all a facade." You slipped your hand out of his and took a step back. "In the end, you're just like everyone else . . . you think you have a right to plan my future for me without giving me a say in the matter. You want to tell me how to live my life just like my parents."

"How could you say that?" Keishin almost snapped but managed to collect his anger before he did. "All I want is what's best for you."

You scoffed as you wiped a tear from your cheek. "If I had a penny for every time I've heard that I'd have enough money to pay for the University of Tokyo and then you'd get your damn wish . . . I'd be gone."

"When did I ever say I wanted you gone? Why are you so adamant that going to Tokyo means we can't be together?"

"Why are you so against just letting me make my own decision about this?! Why do I have to go to play soccer at that fucking university and leave you? I don't want to leave you!"

"Why not? Why are you so damn hung up on someone like me?!"

"Because I love you!" The two of you froze in place the second those words left your mouth. Chest heaving from the shouting and high emotions, you snapped your mouth shut before you said anything else in the heat of the moment.

Eyes wide, Keishin stared at you like a deer in headlights. "You what?"

You debated whether or not you should repeat what you had said, but by then, the damage had been done. "I love you," you breathed. "And I know you told me not to fall in love with you . . . but I did. I fell hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you so please stop asking me to."

You waited for what felt like an eternity for Keishin to say something, say anything. He opened his mouth a few times like he was about to, but nothing ever came out.

"Keishin . . ." You took a cautious step forward. "Please say something."

Keishin swallowed hard before looking you directly in the eyes. "If I said I didn't love you back, would you go?"

You felt your heart crack and the sensation of being punched in the gut spread throughout your entire body. "Is that what you're saying? You don't love me?"

"If I didn't, would you leave?"

You inhaled sharply. "If you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't feel the same way that I do; that everything over the past few months has meant nothing to you, there would be no possible way I could stay in Miyagi," you answered truthfully. "If you tell me that you don't love me and that you never have, I would have no reason to stay in this prefecture."

Keishin's lips parted once more. "Y/N . . . I-" His brown eyes locked onto yours and you could feel what he was about to say even though he never did. "I . . . I can't do this right now."

With that, he brushed past you, grabbed a sweater from the bedroom and threw it on before storming out of the apartment, leaving you and the now cold takeout food alone.

Tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, you turned to look over your shoulder at the decision letter sitting on the counter, practically taunting you.

You should have thrown the thing out the second your mom dropped it off. Or better yet, maybe you should have never made that deal with Keishin and applied for the university in the first place.

#piss off your parents #part 9 #haikyuu #haikyuu!!!#lostinthewiind #sexy time #haikyuu smut #reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #ukai keishin #ukai keishin x reader #ukai x reader #haikyuu!!#series

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neko-naruto · 2 years ago

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I'm immune, remember?

Summary: He's had this immunity for so long that it never crosses his mind that it could fade out, and because of that, it catches him off guard when it does.

Warnings: Fourth degree burns, screaming, hospitalization, blood loss, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Hunter needs therapy, whether or not I'll give him therapy is another story, @sobredunia did the Spanish bits so I wouldn't make an ass out of myself and I totally fucked up the burns thing, I didn't do enough research to know fourth causes charred skin, but we can ignore that due to how he got said burns, once again, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes

Hunter was home alone.

Camila had work, Luz was showing Amity the library, Vee was hiding in the local creek whilst Gus and Willow had a day of laser tag planned for weeks.

So it was just Hunter.

Well, just Hunter and his thoughts, his horrible, horrible thoughts crafted of horrors no one should endure. He can ignore them now though, he's been getting better at that as a whole and he's proud of himself for that.

The quietness of the house in itself is a little bit annoying as he tries to make the day go by faster. He does art, scribbling little things in the back of his books, he makes himself a grilled cheese sandwich, mozzarella and blue, he checks the temperature the way Camila taught him, splash water on the pan instead of pressing a finger to the metal. He rummaged through Luzes room as well, making sure to put everything back the way it should be, no one has to know he accidentally read every page of her journal.

He watched TV, finding Guses adorably labeled neon green and neon pink diary, it had unicorns on the cover, in between the cushions when he went on a search for the remote. Hunter did not read that one, because he had a trust with Gus, but he couldn't resist reading a few entries of Willows journal, which he found wrapped in the vines of a potted plant, he had a hard time putting it back. Now he was hooked on learning more about his friends (siblings?), so his search began, it was mostly fruitless aside from the undeniable abuse he uncovered after reading Amitys diary. Vee didn't have a journal, a diary, or anything of the sorts, he knew that, instead she had a notebook full of dots and dashes he couldn't decipher very well.

His head is full of thoughts, bouncing back and forth and back and forth like a game of ping pong. He can practically hear his skull rattle every time a thought hits the wall of his skull, its weird. Eventually, after a short conversation with Flapjack, he steals Luzes cat headphones and hooks them onto his laptop, trying to drown out the thoughts with music. It works, barely, he doesn't know how, but listening to songs with a lot of words he would most definitely not be repeating in front of Camila got the thoughts out of his head.

And without those thoughts in his head, he could think of the fact it was nearly five, and his family would be home at six, hungry. So he spent some time thinking of what he could cook without triggering anything and in a large enough quantity for seven people. He just now realized Camilas struggles, how hard it was to deal with six kids, damn, damn he's so gonna make her a thank you card soon, maybe start on it after he makes soup.

Hunter heads to the kitchen, humming a little tune without any rhythm to it, his eyes are closed as he swings open cupboards around the room, opening the fridge last. He doesn't realize it, but even as hes doing the most menial parts of cooking, hes dancing a little bit. Swaying his hips in tune with the knife going up and as he chops vegetables, tapping his toes and snapping his fingers as he fills a pot with broth, chirping as he flicks the burner. Of course, when the chirp escapes he freezes up entirely, unaware he could make that sound, so he does it again, and it sounds more like a chirrup. He grins to himself as he continues to dance around the kitchen and chirp out a tune as he watches the dishes, making sure that there would be enough bowls for everyone.

He knows that he likes cooking in the human world, where the ingredients don't scream in agony as he prepares them, he really likes that the ingredients no longer moan when he eats one raw. The only good thing coming out of scream cheese moaning is that he could understand a vampires mental anguish when their meal is enjoying being bitten.

The gurgle of boiling water catches his attention and he stops dancing, but he can't help a little shimmy as he walks on over to the pot and who can blame him? No one can, because hey man, no one was around to see him do a little shimmy as he heads over to the pot and goes to check the temperature. First he contemplates whether or not he should go ahead and grab a thermometer, then he pulls off his glove, holds his hand over the steam, plunges it in and it takes a millisecond, but then he can gauge the temperature.

And thats hot, oh damn, shitfuck, wow, wowie that waters more than hot enough, oh shit he is screaming his throat raw.

Hunter yells and shouts in agony as tears roll down his face like tar and he yanks his hand from the pot knocking it over in the process, boiling water spills his chest and runs down his legs. He tumbles to the ground and everything that was hit fucking hurts, just breathing hurts as cotton tears against the heavily burnt skin and he tears off his shirt going to stand only to flinch as jean tears into skin. He's quick to shed those as well as he stares in horror at his scarred form, now its blistering, red and probably full of soon to form pustules and he is not looking forward to that.

His breathing is labored, panting even and Flapjack is quick to flutter over in a flurry of panicked chirps, when he lands on Hunters shoulder though, he isn't greeted smoothly. Instead he's greeted with a yelp of pain from his witch and Hunter has to swat him away because the pressure hurts so much and when he tries to turn on the tap (cold water helps burns, Camila said), it hurts to much. So instead of hunching awkwardly between the dual sink setup in the kitchen, he's whining and occasionally screaming as he stumbles over to the bathroom, Flapjack follows.

He collapses onto the door, heaving his breathes in and out as hard as he can and everything hurts, hurts even more when the door falls out underneath him and a blister bursts. He hisses in sheer agony as serum and pus oozes from the now turn open skin, Flapjack starts running cold water and the sound helps, it drowns out his panicked thinking. His breathing slows, the pain still goes on, but after a few minutes of just plain, hurting, he manages to stand and hobble to the ice bath Flapjack managed to run for him.

He turns off the faucet and grimaces as a few more blisters on his fingers and palm pop before he simply drops himself into the frigid water, his body convulses slightly due to the sudden shock. He just sits in the freezing water, nearly naked, but it almost looks like he's covered in blood, or that his skin is 3D and bumpy, his scars look intriguing with the blisters new landscaping of his epidermis. He runs a hand over the somewhat soothed skin, it still hurts, but the pain itself hit its peak and has begun to stop hurting. He's disappointed he left the burner on, the house could be burning down as he sits in the porcelain basin, trying to quell the pain.

He doesn't even know how long he lies in that bath, doing nothing but begging that Titan makes it stop aching. He does know that his family could get home any minute, and that a good deal of his siblings are going to desire a soak, but he can't bring himself to clean himself off. Instead all he can do is try and move, but that hurts to much, so he tears open more blisters, most only have pus and serum, but a few have blood, staining the water. He feels almost light headed when he's ripping open the blisters on his torso, tearing apart skin because its numb despite knowing he should just drain them instead.

The distinctive sound of a door opening and then slamming shut followed by the murmur of his friends, his family, and he panics, chirping for Flapjack to shut the bathroom door, the cardinal doing as instructed. Once the palisman stops flapping his adorable, little wings, they are both completely silent, listening to muffled chatter and footsteps go by. Then a scream, silence, hurried footsteps, gasps of fear, then more footsteps, faster and closer until a bang on the door, followed by the jostle of a handle.

"Don't come in!" Hunter panicked and he spoke rapidly, shooting straight up from the now bloodied water, his palisman chirps in agreement, there was a very short break of silence before a reassuring voice speaks.

"Hunter, are you okay?" Luz asked, tapping on the door, leaving the handle still as she does so, he can hear Camila murmuring that she has an ambulance on speed dial.

"I'm fine, I just lost track of time, I'll be out in a minute," Hunter said, he grips the porcelain, most likely stained, and instead of pushing himself up, he just sits there, as though waiting for a response.

"We saw the pot on the ground, and the water as well, the sauce started boiling over, we're worried about you," Luz said, her tone was soft as she spoke and it was making Hunter second guess his choice of sitting in tub of icy water and bleeding out.

"No, it's fine, I can clean it up later," Hunter said before he tried to stand up, blood rushed to his head, or it tried to, the lack of blood everywhere had him far to light headed to even stand, he collapsed with a thud and a splash, some of his body on the edge of the bath.

"Hunter I'm coming in now, Luz, prepare to dial," Camila said before opening the door, Hunter was to out of it to care though as he wheezed for breath.

The instant halt in everything for a second before he was hoisted from the water by a shockingly strong grasp and lied out on the ground, wrapped in a towel he shrugged off. It was all to much, his blood was oozing from his skin as a worried expression met his gaze, Camilas, he had no clue she was strong enough to pick him up. She's crouched beside him, Luz is standing at the door while Amity tries not to let Gus or Vee see him, Willow is just staring, he looks to the ground in shame.

"Hunter, what happened?" Camila asked as she wrapped the towel around his agitated skin, he hissed and she loosened it a bit, still picking him up, one arm supporting his back, the other under his knees, he felt so confused as blood gathered at his lowest point and oozed from the torn skin, dropping to the ground in thick streams and drops.

"I was checking the water temperature, and it was hot, and I wasn't safe, and everything started to bubble up, I think I'm dead," Hunter said, his voice was slow in some spots and fast in others, Camila still understood as she ushered him out of the room, pushing past her mostly adopted children, "am I dead?"

"No, Hunter you are not dead," Camila said, rushing down the stairs to the door, Luz followed, so did Willow and Vee, all of them worried, Gus saw the blood on the floor before he followed with Amity, "Luz tell them its burns, third degree, fourth maybe."

Luz could only get out a nod as she pressed talk and held her mothers phone to her ear, waiting patiently for someone to pick up while Camila rushed down the stairs. Instead of continuing to coddle Hunter like hes some sort of animal, which, he would never tell anyone, he was rather enjoying, Camila set him down on the couch and left to get him a cup of water. It took mere seconds for his family to crowd him and voices to become abundant as they surrounded him, and he could only mumble out half answers as his blood soaked into the cotton of the towel. When Camila returned she had to usher everyone else out of the room except for Luz who was trying to hold her voice steady as she spoke into the receiver, Hunters grasp on the cup was shaky as he tried to sip from it, the cold water a nirvana.

"La ambulancia estará aquí pronto," Luz said, her voice was fast, she reverted to her native tongue as well, a habit, a nervous tic if you will, and Camila knew to return in that language Hunter was yet to understand called Spanish.

"Que tan pronto?" Camila asked, her voice was smooth, as though she had gone through events like this before, and she had, she's had dying pets thrusted into her hands to save and this was just another dying animal to save, but she didn't realize that was her modus operendi at the moment.

"Diez minutos dijeron," Luz said as she nervously paced, she couldn't help it, fiddling with the key chains on her bag, "Hunter… Hunter estará bien? I, I mean Will Hunter be okay?" She had to pause her speech, remembering that no one else would understand her than Camila.

"Sí, Hunter will be fine," Camila said, her voice held a faint ache in it as she pressed the towel tighter around Hunters agitated form, to keep the blood in where it belongs, he writhed in her grip though, even as she tried to keep him calm and distracted without giving him to much to focus on.

The three sat in silence, unable to much but listening to their own pounding heartbeats as Hunter bled out on the couch and his burns soaked deeper into his muscles, scar tissue would take forever to form and forever to fade, if ever. He was mumbling a bit, shuddering here and there, the occasional chirp, it was concerning to say the least, he'd never experienced blood loss like this in his life up until this point. Then a pounding on the door and Luz raced to answer it as Camila picked up Hunter again, wrapping him in a blanket as well so he wouldn't freeze. She carried him to the ambulance, refusing to set him down and cursing relentlessly in Spanish whenever someone tried to tell her to calm down or put Hunter on a cot, she had to place him down eventually though.

Luz came as well, sitting beside Camila silently as one of the workers tended to Hunters wounds best as possible, the boy had passed out while being carried so he wasn't awake to shoot curses as he grimaced. Luz ended up leaning into her mothers side, an arm wrapped around her shoulders, a ding on her small phone, she pulled it out, more dings and all of her friends were panicking. It sounded like Willow and Gus were the most worried, they all wanted to know what happened to Hunter, whether or not he was gonna be okay. Luz felt so guilty to be the one in the ambulance with him, even though she knew his burns were going deep as fourth and potentially going deeper, she didn't know how burns worked. Hunter could be dying right now and they don't know whether or not he is and that is fucking scary, you know, watching a sibling die, nothing could be scarier right now for Luz or Camila, to watch another family member die.

"Please don't let him die, ambulance person, he has a lot of family at home who need him alive," Luz said, her voice was so quiet she wasn't sure if the paramedic had heard what she said, but she hoped so as her thumbs wavered over the keys to respond to any of her family.

"We'll try kid, that's what we do," the paramedic responded, their tone was calm, when they looked up to find Luz silently crying, tears rolling down her cheeks like melted butter, they gave a small lilt in their demeanor from calm to disheartened, "we have a vending machine at the hospital, right outside of the front doors, if you get hungry."

"Thank you, we'll check it out when we arrive," Camila said as Luz started to type out a message to Amity, she would be good at keeping everyone calm with the news, hopefully.

Luz: were still on our way to the hospital Amity: Hes okay right?! Amity: Please please tell me hes okay Luz: we dont know yet tell the others we should have news in the morning Amity: The morning? Luz: me and mama will stay in case he wakes up Amity: okay

A gust of cold wind and the back doors were opened, they had arrived in the loading bay, a dutiful nurse was already waiting to help unload the patient. Even as the paramedic and the nurse ran fast, Camila and Luz were swift enough to keep up, with the help of gylphs of course, but they couldn't bear to let Hunter wake up alone. Soon enough they hit a barred door that they couldn't pass through despite Luz banging on the door until they just gave up, took a seat on the ground beside the door and waited.

And they waited all night long, they fell asleep in chairs they migrated to a little further down the hallway. When they woke up, they were concerned, did Hunter get a new room overnight? Was he still an ICU patient and behind barred doors? They didn't know, and it was a little bit of a worry, actually, a lot of a worry, so they promptly headed to the front desk to ask for a room number.

"We need Hunter, Hunter Wittebane/Clawthorne/Nocedas room number, we haven't done all the name change paperwork and I can't remember," Camila said, she was tired, a yawn broke her speech near the start and the front desk lady looked at her a little bit confused, but she complied, it was her job.

"Hunter Clawthornes room is on floor two, take the central elevator and its five rooms down to your left on the door you leave," the front desk lady said, all the words went into Noceda ears and came out some other hole, they weren't even sure.

"Ma'am, we had to sleep in chairs waiting to hear if my baby boy was doing fine, so please, for the love of God, give me a number," Camila pleaded with the front desk lady who etched it onto a piece of paper, along with the floor number before handing it to Camila who read it over, "thank you."

The two Nocedas gave brief glances to the words and numbers on the piece of paper before proceeding in that direction, their minds were worn thin due to lack of sleep. Conversation was zero, nothing escaped either of their lips, no words could even be formed, fear was overbearing and panic was silently droning. They came to Hunters room, flinching when they heard a crash and a scream that they knew was Hunter, they simply walked in. Luz walked ahead pulling Hunter down to the ground from his standing position, his pulse was racing and the pyschologists, paramedics, nurses, whoever they sent to calm him were shocked to see him calming. Soon enough his shaking stopped, his breathing slowed, his pulse came back down to a steady hum like all grimwalkers, and he was passing out in Luzes arms.

"How did you calm him down...?" The question was a stunned cunt reaction and Luz only glared at them.

"He's my brother," Luz answered with, unable to form an answer that consisted of much more than basic fact, the paramedics left the room after getting an idea of how fucking done everyone in it was.

"Is he okay?" Camila asked, slowly walking closer as Luz attempted to hoist Hunter back onto his bed, majority of his body was covered in bandages and the IV in his palm was coming undone, she forced it back in, he squirmed when pressure was placed on his raw skin, even bandaged.

"I don't know mama, we'll just have to wait," Luz said, unable to help but rest a hand on Hunters chest, feeling for the pulse, her siblings sleep shockingly sound despite how deep the burns may be, a ding drew her thoughts away.

Willow: is he okay? Luz: he's asleep Willow: yeah, but, is he, asleep or 'asleep' Luz: HE PASSED OUT Luz: JEEZ Willow: sorry, can never be to sure Willow: what should I tell the others? Luz: tell them he should be fine Willow: anything else? Luz: we might be able to get you guys into the hospital tomorrow Willow: okay, I'll go tell them

"Who was it?" Camila asked as she slumped in a waiting chair, she;s gonna be sleeping in those for a while if she wanted to be around when her son woke up.

"Willow, I told her Hunter fell asleep," Luz responded with, her tone despondent as she traced along the contours of bandages and over his still visible scars.

"Thank you, we'll get them here soon mija," Camila said as she tried to pass out, her own phone was dinging, she sent them all a carbon copied "family emergency, can't come" message and they shut up, or they didn't she silenced her phone.

"Okay, do you think Hunter will survive?" Luz asked as she stood up, she started pacing.

"Oh, Luz, I don't know," Camila said, standing up before enveloping Luz into a hug, the soft whistle and chirrups Hunter gave in his sleep was the only kind of sound in the room aside from faint crying.

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A week passed, Hunter was awake on and off, he was usually awake whenever everyone was asleep, he didn't wake them, or when a paramedic was in the room. So for the most part, his friends thought he was dead, or dying at least and they were witnessing it in slow motion. Like Luz had said, all of her siblings were brought to the hospital to see Hunter, even though he was asleep, it was nice knowing his corpse isn't completely maimed.

He got fourth, near fifth, degree burns on a Saturday, and on Tuesday the doctor took off the bandages on his right leg. Everyone couldn't help but stare in disgust, the skin was red, it looked raw and flaky while also being slimy. At the same time they could see where the tissue had started to turn to scar, it would still take months for the scars to fully form all the way through the muscle and fats. The doctors all say its a miracle he's alive, he's even been waking up enough to eat food so his IV is less crucial, and he's calmed down greatly in the presence of medical professionals.

Camila, Luz, Vee, Gus, Willow and Amity still have to attend to things outside of the hospital though, and the fact that their older brother could relapse at any second, collapse while walking, that something bad could happen to him and they couldn't stop it, thats been dragging them down. Of course, Luz has gotten sent home with positive letters from the teachers due to her not being a nuisance in class anymore, her mother feels guilty for some reason. Willow and Gus also go to school, all of them do, but, its just really rough explaining why they haven't been in the same spirits that they usually are. Are you okay? They would ask, my brother has been hospitalized, the temporarily Noceda children would respond without missing a beat, watching the color drain from someones face never gets old, they find it funny even though they are in so much agony.

Every single day after school Camila picks them all up and drives straight to the hospital, giving vague talk about what happened during the day until they arrive. The front desk lady has become an acquaintance of the Noceda family and will sometimes ask how things have been for Camila, its small talk, but its nice. They've come to learn that you don't need to rush through the hospital, if he really is on his dying breath, it would be better not to just rush into it and take it slower. Everyday when they return Hunter is asleep, usually with another bandage off, by next Saturday he's down to the ones on his torso, his arms are mangled but they ignore it because he's healing.

When they finally, finally arrive while he's awake, just sitting there, fingers twitching because everything itches so much, they are in shock. They can barely move further than a foot into the room, because, what the fuck Hunter? You, you should be dead right now, the doctors said so. But, they don't have anytime to question it further when Luz is on him in a second, squeezing the air from his lungs and helping him hobble over, he hisses when the raw skin is touched.

And when they ask him how he survived, what happened, is okay, he only has one stupid thing to say.

"I'm immune, remember?"

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