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[evilphrog]

I turned the cards into reaction images for meme purposes. Go forth and wreak havoc on non-fandom spaces!

[seeingivy]

mine 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

in which you decide to fake date your coworker, to get your parents off your back for a few months. can you continue on when the two of you start blurring lines between fake and real?

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

- 

“You’re going to fake date your boss?” 

You smack Itadori across the back of his head, signaling him to talk quieter. 

“You’re going to fake date your boss?” he asks, whispering this time. 

“He’s not my boss, he’s just a coworker.” 

“You’re going to fake date your coworker?” 

You nod, reaching over to finish the leftover pancakes on Itadori’s plate. The three of them narrow their eyes at you, matching disapproving looks on all of their faces. You swear they practice it together when you’re not there. 

“You’re in over your head. This isn’t going to fix your problem.” says Nobara, picking the strawberries off Megumi’s plate, much to his dismay. 

“But, it is. My parents will lay off my back for a little bit, actually let me finish this clerkship without criticizing me every ten minutes. He gives them something to brag about in their circles, actually taking their focus off of pestering me.” 

“You know they’ll just take to criticizing him instead of actually laying off of you. Be practical, Y/N” says Megumi.

“Plus, how do you know he’ll even do it?” 

“Excellent question, Itadori. He needs a fake girlfriend just as much as I need a fake boyfriend. His parents won’t let him take over the firm if he doesn’t find a good match to perfect their company image. He said an aspiring lawyer matched the image, so it all works out.” you respond, finishing off the last of Itadori’s food. 

“You already asked him? And he agreed?” 

You nod in response, pulling out the contract you and Satoru had drafted earlier. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. No romantic or sexual interactions with other people during the duration of the contract? No showing your face to the public unless both parties are present. Attendance at all firm related balls, galas, conferences. No telling other people. ” 

“Contingency plans, Kugisaki. It helps make sure we both stick to our deal.” 

“You just broke a rule.” deadpans Megumi. 

“You guys don't count.” 

Megumi and Nobara roll their eyes at you, with Itadori wishing you sincere luck in your endeavors. 

-  

You look around the room, craning to find where Satoru had run off to. He had left you at the bar, promising that he would return after he went to the bathroom.  You already know he’s having diarrhea from that cheesecake he ate earlier. 

You and Satoru had been fake dating for a month and a half now. Just as you predicted, your parents had gotten off your back, taking to their social circles to brag about how you were dating the son and future successor of one of the most esteemed law firms in all of Tokyo. As for Satoru’s parents, they had eased up on their criticism of him, Satoru swearing they’ll give him a real promotion any day now. You were a positive influence, they were beginning to trust him more. Your role at the firm was expanding as well, being assigned bigger projects and cases to work with as time went on. 

As for the two of you, you guys were getting closer. After spending virtually every day together - driving to work together, eating lunch at the block nearby, going on dates at night - the two of you had grown close. Too close for your liking. 

He was funny, unlike any other guy you had met in the past. While he seemed pretentious and immature when you first met him, you were pleasantly surprised to find out he was anything but. He was caring, compassionate, loving. You were convinced he was an angel in disguise, because no normal person could live and laugh that much. 

The truth is he was growing on you. More than growing on you, you felt the presence of him being cemented into your routines, unable to go on without him. You couldn’t go to Mochicat without buying some kikufuku for him, you couldn’t go to the store without him there to reach the high shelves for you, you couldn’t go to sleep at night if he didn’t send his “goodnight beautiful fake gf :D. have a sex dream about me” text. 

You feel a cold hand on the shoulder, your heart pounding at Satoru’s return. 

“‘Toru, you’re back. I was wond-” 

You turn to face him and realize you aren’t talking to Satoru but to Surugu, your beloved ex-boyfriend. He’s all dressed up, his hair grown out and secured into a bun at the top of his head. You put a step between the two of you, his hand falling from his place on your shoulder. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Come on, babe. Is that anyway to treat your old friends?” 

“We aren’t friends, Suguru.” 

“Don’t make a scene. Let’s share a drink. Old times sake.” 

You glare at him, not backing down from where you were standing. You can feel an uneasy pit forming in your stomach, the sight of him bringing on a wave of nausea. Where’s Satoru when you need him? 

You and Suguru dated for three years, almost four years ago now. The two of you had started off as friends, both attending university in the states, with Suguru in medical school while you were at law school. 

The two of you had become close very fast, becoming closer than most friends were. You later found out there was a term for what he was doing, very cleverly named “lovebombing.” You spent almost everyday together and when you weren’t together, you were texting, calling, facetiming each other. He swore he couldn’t go a second without you. 

Eventually, the two of you started dating, your friendship leading into a relationship between the two of you. You had opened up to him, telling him things you hadn’t told other people before. You swore you were in love with him, feeling like he was the only person you could be yourself with. You gave yourself to him, letting him into every little part of you. 

Things changed when he moved to California to do his residency. The two of you did long distance for four months, until you realized he was no longer interested in you. After confronting him, he mentioned that his new girlfriend, Sophia, made him happy, in a way that you didn’t. You had no idea he had a new girlfriend. You didn’t even know that you had broken up. 

He said he was unsure of how to break up with you, he thought you understood the situation when he left. Despite this, the two of you continued to talk for a year after that, Suguru saying that you would always be his best friend, someone who could never be replaced in his life. He would come back to New York on holidays, the two of you spending the week together. 

You could have sworn he still loved you, deep down. Every time he came to see you, he’d hold you in his arms, kiss you like nothing had changed, made love to you like you were the only one. However, he’d return to Sophia at the end of the week, eventually saying your relationship with him made her uncomfortable, cutting any ties you had left. The two of you never spoke again. 

Until now. 

“I can’t. I have a boyfriend.” 

“So I’ve heard. Sleeping your way to the top suits you well.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I heard you got the Initech Case the other week. Quite a big case to give a junior associate. Do you really think they would have given that to you if you weren’t sucking junior Gojo’s dick? Though I suppose it’s no shock. You always did have trouble getting things on your own.” 

You feel your blood rushing through your ears, clenching the wine glass in your hand so hard it shatters. The sound of the glass has everyone turning their heads, to find you fighting back your tears with a bloody hand. 

You spot Satoru at the door with a concerned look plastered on his face. You can see him maneuvering through the people, trying his fastest to reach you. Before he can, you run to the closest door, moving up the stairs to exit to the balcony. 

- 

You pull up the side of your dress, placing your aching feet into the cold water of the pool. Your hand had stopped bleeding a little while ago, the red still smeared down the length of your arm. You use your uninjured hand to make ripples in the pool, the water moving through your fingertips. 

“Oh, thank god. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

You turn to find Satoru, unlacing his dress shoes and taking off his socks next to you. He sits at your side, placing his feet in the water. You feel him looking at you in your peripheral vision, but you refuse to meet his eye. 

“Sorry. Needed a second.” you respond. 

You feel his hand on the side of your cheek, lightly lifting your face up to look at him. You look up at his blue eyes, filled with concern, and can feel the tears you willed down rising up again. You see his expression tighten at the sight of your tears, it finally pushing you over the edge and bringing your tears on in full flesh. 

You feel his arms wrap around you, your face tucked into his neck as he rubs small circles into your back. You can feel him whispering into your ear, shushing you as you sob against him. After a few minutes, your tears subside, your breath still shaking against him. 

“What happened, bug? You’re breaking my heart here.” 

“Did you give me the Initech Case just because I’m dating you?” 

You see his eyes widening, a frown setting on his face. 

“What? Of course not. You got the Initech Case because you’re best suited for the case. I didn’t even have a say in that decision” 

You rub the back of your head against your nose, rubbing the excess tears off the side of your face. 

“Do you think Yaga gave it to me because I’m dating you?” 

“Bug, what is the Initech Case about? 

“Abuse of power dynamics. Hana’s suing her boss, Daiki, for taking advantage of his position to make advances on her.” you respond. 

“Right. Hana requested female counsel, specifically. She wanted to make sure she had someone who wouldn’t talk over her. But, Shoko’s still on leave till next month. You’re the only other girl at the firm.” 

You’re quiet, turning back to face the water. You guess you were the only one who could do that case. But you can still hear Suguru in the back of your head, every horrible thing he said and did to you flooding your mind. 

You feel his arm snake around you, his temple resting around yours. He stares down at the water with you, your reflections staring back at the both of you. 

“Work with me here, bug. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

You swallow hard, his blue eyes glimmering in the reflection of the water. His arm is warm, the polar opposite of Suguru’s frozen hands. You decide to jump. 

“I’m tired of things not being mine.” you whisper, heart pounding. 

You feel his hand reach the side of your face, brushing your hair behind your ear.  

“When I got into college, my parents took the credit, saying I wouldn’t have gotten there if they hadn’t tutored me and used their connections to get me there in the first place. When I got into law school, the boss I used to intern for asked me for a ‘well deserved kiss’, saying I wouldn’t have gotten in if he didn’t write me the letter he sent them. When Suguru left me, he said he was better suited to Sophia, because she owned him the second he met her. And now, I land a big case, work at an impressive law firm, but I only got here because I’m dating you. I just want something to be mine.” you say, your head in your hands. 

He’s quiet, his hand still brushing across the side of your hair. The two of you sit there in silence for a while, Satoru pondering over your words. 

“In grade school, my first friend, Saiki, told me that he had only let me play with him because my parents had asked him to before we walked into class. In high school, I created a non-profit with my friend, meant to help incarcerated people find resources that would help them land jobs after being freed. When the non-profit took off, he took all the credit, stating that all I did was finance the project, when it was actually my idea. When I decided to work at the firm and become a lawyer, people turned down any interest I showed at other companies - they knew I was going to end up at my dad’s firm anyways. Nothing I ever do is mine either.” 

You turn to him, looking into his eyes. 

“But it doesn’t matter.” 

“What?” 

“They’re going to say that about me regardless, bug. But does that really change what’s happening? Saiki will still be my friend, and play tag with me on the field. I still came up with that idea and my non-profit still helps people, even if my name isn’t on it. And I’ll still be a kick-ass lawyer, even if it’s at my parent’s firm.” 

You soak in his words, letting the thoughts cross through your mind. 

“I would still like to have some things to myself, Satoru. Things that are just mine.” 

“And you do. Those godforsaken friends of yours, especially that grump little weirdo, that ugly ass cat, that disgusting green hoodie you own-

“Hey.” 

“And me, of course. Those things are just yours.” 

You smile at him for including himself in the list. You interlock your fingers with his, forgetting about the blood smeared all over your hand. He looks down, opening up your hand to tracing his fingers along the cut. He lifts your hand up, pressing his lips against the cut. You feel your skin burn at the contact, his soft lips brushing against your hand. 

“Did you just try to kiss it better, Satoru?” you ask, feeling breathless all of a sudden. 

“Did it work?” 

“No.” 

You look up at him, a smile plastered on his face. You swear your hand is shaking in his hold. He rolls his eyes, bringing his arms closer to yours, holding your face in his hands. The tips of his fingers brush through the sides of your hair, as he leans forward, his lips pressing a kiss on yours. 

Every other kiss you had shared had been in the presence of other people, attempting to make your faux relationship look more realistic. But this was something else. The kiss was soft, slow, nothing like the rushed pecks the two of you had shared before. His lips are soft, warm. You swear you can taste the dessert he was eating earlier, his lips sweet. You can feel his hands lowering to rest around your neck, a smile forming on his mouth. He breaks apart, your face still in his hands. 

“Did it work now?” 

“Maybe.” 

He laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

- 

“You were flirting with her! In front of me, Satoru. And then you left me there at the table, sitting alone.” 

“No, I wasn’t. She was just going to introduce me to her dad,” 

“Why do you suppose that means? What else was she supposed to think when you told her you liked that dress and that you would love to be a part of the family?” 

“It was a compliment! And you know what I meant, we’re trying to secure a deal with them.” 

“So you admit it? You were trying to lay the moves on her as a business tactic.” 

“Oh my god, Y/N. So what if I was? It helps the company if they share their cases with us.” 

“And what about me?” 

“What about you? You know your parents would love it if you got some big case with Soyin Paradigm.” 

You pause, realizing you and Satoru aren’t arguing about the same thing. You knew the lines had been blurring recently, ever since the night you had spent at the pool and every date afterwards, but you never realized how far apart the two of you were standing. He was still focused on the promotion, the cases he could get. He didn’t care about you. You turn your back to him, running out the door and down the stairs to the street. 

You hear him behind you, calling out your name to come back. You make it halfway across the street before he catches up, him blocking you from walking any further. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

You pinch yourself for what you’re about to say next, bracing yourself for the goodbye. 

“I think we’ve both fulfilled the terms of our contract. Your parents trust you and gave you a bigger role at the company like you said they would. My parents have enough to brag about for a few years. I think we should call it quits.” 

You stare up at him, his eyes boring into yours. 

“No.” 

“What?” 

“Why are you running away from me? What did I say?” he says, his grip on hands intensing. 

“Nothing. This day was bound to come anyways, Satoru. We couldn’t go on like this forever.” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s fake, Satoru. I mean hell, you’re still flirting with other girls for goodness sake. You don’t even like me.” 

You see anger flash in his eyes, his hands moving up to your shoulders. 

“I don’t like you?” 

“Yes, Satoru. You don’t.” 

“Do you remember that night, when we sat by the water? I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since then. Every time I look at you it’s like the first time. Your stupid jokes, your ugly ass cat, the smile you only save for me, you’re literally everywhere. I tried to get the thought of you out of my mind, but I can’t. I can’t find a thing not to love about you.” 

You feel your mouth dry at his words. He can’t find a thing not to love about you. He loves you. 

“Come on, now. You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine, bug.” 

You feel your heart glowing at his words. You grab him by the collar, pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips. You feel him smile against your lips once again, his arms snaking around your waist. The two of you kiss - soft, sweet, slow - your hearts beating together. He tastes sweet, the taste of the strawberry mochi he had after dinner still lingering on his lips. You break apart, your cheeks tinted pink. 

He smiles at you, running his finger across your lips. You lock your hand with his, the two of you making your way back to the apartment you had just ran out of. 

“You wanna know something embarrassing?”

“Hm?” 

“You have a crush on me, bug.” he says, smirking down at you.

“Okay?”

“That’s embarrassing. You have the hots for me” 

You roll your eyes, shutting the door of your apartment behind the two of you. 

- 

the satoru as taylor swift songs series masterlist

[gallusrostromegalus]

I love everything you are doing with Orihime, if it's not too much troble, I wanted to hear more of what she does when she get kidnapped. Also did Rukia try anything when she got sentenced to death for bulshit crimes? It's been forever since I read the manga, so I don't remember what rukia was feeling exactly during this time, if she accepted the whole thing bc she has spent way too much time in the soul society that she just didn't see it how much bulshit it was or something else, or if it was just your standard damsel in distress thing

Rukia behaves in the calm, rational but firm way you'd expect out of a seated officer, especially a lieutenant that earned her position through hard work and demonstration after demonstration that she could be trusted with such a position.

...Byakuya, on the other hand, was appointed to his position by birthright as the latest scion of a long but narrow line of people who retained their power by violence as social standing. So when Byakuya experiences the psychotic crisis of "the people you respect the most want the person you love the most dead", the coinflip of his emotions lands on tails in AEIWAM.

*****

"...To Death?" She asked, staring at Renji.

"Yeah." He winced, shifting uncomfortably.

"...For a Misdemeanor Infraction that, per code 3.15.27846 sub-section 42-4, carries a MAXIMUM penalty of a month's suspension without pay while a performance review is conducted, and, pending the review, possible termination of my job, not my whole person?" She continued.

"...Um. Yeah, yeah that's the official rules per the Shingami Legal Manual." Said Renji. "It's real fuc- it's very peculiar and I'm honestly not sure what to make of it. Also, when did you learn to quote the manual like-"

"I'm a Goddamn Lieutenant, I know the law, and this stinks on ice." She glared. "I know I'm not allowed to question the orders or ask who issued them, but did you double-check that this is, in fact, what they meant to send, and didn't give you the memo for someone else or send out the wrong butterfly?"

"Um." Renji winced, pointedly studying the wall to his left. "Kuchiki-Taicho went to do that as soon as he saw the order."

Rukia blanched. "Renji. When did he leave?"

"He left for the central 46's liaison office directly from the 6th division's office when we got the order about an hour ago. I wanted to go with him, but he insisted that he could handle it and that you should get the news from me rather than a stranger."

"Abarai Renji." She spoke, voice low and dangerous. "Do you remember what happened the first day I came home from the 13th division boot camp with that shiner?'

"Yeah, Kuchiki-taicho broke into Ukitake-taicho's house with Senbonsakura at 2AM because he thought someone had hit yo-" Renji laughed then stopped. "-Oh."

"You let my brother, the absolute last person you can expect to behave in a rational and restrained manner to any perceived threats to my person, go off to visit someone who just issued an order for my extermination? UNSUPERVISED?" She growled.

Renji stood, paralyzed in wide-eyed horror. "I. uh. I gotta go prevent some treason." he sputtered, before bolting from the room.

***** "I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked uuuuuup-" Gin hissed under his breath as he ran through the maze of buildings that made up the central government's compound. "Sure Gin! Keep feeding him spiritual power Gin! It'll fix everything Gin! No way he's going to cause a massive inter-dimensional destabilization event Gin!"

He turned the corner to the central 46's liaison office, just to the side of the sealed gate, and sprinted for the small office at the base of the tower all Hell butterflies issued from, where the Gate's security guard and the Liaison worked.

"Hey guys sorry to burst in here but it's kind of an Emergen... cy." Gin shouted and then sputtered as something warm splashed underfoot. He looked down to find that the previously-beige carpet of the Liaison's office was now a deep and unpleasantly wet crimson. Behind him, there was a faint creak as the unsealed and unguarded gate swayed lightly in the breeze.

"Oh." Gin realized, wilting. "I'm in deep shit."

[egretta-random-writes]

Printing Issues

In which Risotto sucks at technology. 

I like the headcanon that Risotto has issues using modern technology like computers. Even Melone had a hard time teaching him the basics when La Squadra started using computers to write up reports and communicate, let alone using the internet for research. 

**********

Risotto groaned. Of all days that he had sent Melone off on assignment, it had to be this one. The ONE day the printer decides to go on strike and stop working. There were only so many settings he can change before he screws up the computer. He did not want to have a repeat of THAT fiasco again, the embarrassment from it being more than enough of a deterrent. It also didn’t help that this printer is one of those fancy printer/scanner/photocopier, one of the many technological updates implemented after Don Giorno’s inception. What was wrong with the old printer? It worked fine! Sure it was a bit slow and printed unevenly every now and then and his team SOMETIMES complained about it, but it worked! Why fix something that is not broke? 

 Who’s at the base and would know how to fix the printer... little Metallica beans sang and swayed on his hand as Risotto pondered this dilemma. Ghiaccio came to mind, but he would no sooner turn the printer into an ice cube rather than actually fix it given his impatience. Unfortunately, Pesci was out on a hit, though he’d be the next likely person to be helpful. Formaggio? Illuso? One fixes cars, not printers; the other always called others to repair appliances rather than do it himself. Proscuitto? Well, as Ghiaccio would put it, "He’s even more of a boomer than you are.” He’s not even going to consider Sorbet and Gelato, the couple off doing their own thing. How about Nephila? She seemed technologically savvy enough and he’s seen her assist Melone troubleshoot Proscuitto’s computer issues. Didn’t she bring her own printer when she moved into the base? If anything, she’d likely let him print off his reports on her printer. 

As if summoned, the base door unlocked and Nephila’s voice called out a greeting to Formaggio watching TV in the living room, just as he was about to text her . She was taking off her pack when Risotto appeared and gestured her to follow him, “Nephila, come into my office.”

Nephila looked at him and paused, slightly taken aback, “Uh... alright. I’ll be with you as soon as I’ve done here.” Her capo nodded before disappearing into his office again. 

Formaggio glanced back at her curiously, “What was that all about?” 

“Not sure.” She shrugged as she put down her pack.

“Remember what’s the rule?” Her fellow assassin teased. 

Nephila let out a good-natured laugh, “Don’t die?” 

“That’s right!” 

“If I die, it’s going to be your ass I’m haunting!” She retorted, grinning.

The redhead laughed and waved dismissively, “Get going! It’s probably nothing serious any ways.”

Letting out a breath, she opened the door to Risotto’s office. She then gently shut the door behind her before turning to face her capo. 

“You called for me?” Nephila asked, one hand curling into a fist and stretching open again to release the nervous tension. Her stand skittered beneath the surface of her skin. While she never had any issues with Risotto, he was still her capo and he was intimidating enough, so it was unnerving not knowing what he called her into his office for. Did she miss something or someone in her last mission? 

Risotto didn’t miss the nervous gesture, “Relax Nephi, I need your help with this printer.” 

“Ah...” Nephi smiled sheepishly as she walked over to his desk, “That I can do. Thought I was in trouble or something.”

“Your name is not Formaggio or Melone.” He commented, sliding over his chair to make room to let her look at his computer screen. 

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards when he heard her giggle in response. Risotto knew how intimidating he can come across and he wasn’t necessarily the best when it came to socializing with people. Though it doesn’t take much, it was still nice to hear her laugh. She gave him a grin before leaning over to look at what’s going on in his computer. It was quiet for a few moments except for the clicking of the mouse as Nephi looked over the printer settings. Something brown in her hair caught his eye as Risotto studied his preoccupied subordinate. He reached over and plucked it out; the slight movement breaking Nephi’s focus. 

“Hm?” She looked back at him. 

He held it up to her to see, “There was a feather in your hair.”

A slight blush coloured her cheeks, “Oh. Must’ve been from one of the birds I ringed this morning. Thanks.” before turning her attention back to the computer screen. A few minutes later found her standing back up and cracking her neck. 

“This is strange. All the settings seem normal on the computer... meaning there’s something probably wrong with the printer.” Nephi huffed, frowning as she walked over to printing machine. 

She snorted and started laughing again when she looked at the side of the printer.

“What’s so funny?” Risotto asked.

Nephila looked at him grinning, “I think I found the solution to your problem.” And pulled out an unplugged cord, “No wonder you were having trouble.” 

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.” 

Risotto pinched the bridge of his nose before rolling his eyes and heaving a great sigh. He really hated modern technology. Nephi couldn’t help but laugh at her capo’s expressiveness. When the man is the definition of stoic, seeing him break into seemingly dramatics was very funny. After rummaging for a bit, she plugged the printer back in and went over to Risotto’s computer again to do a final print test. Luckily, this time, the machine worked as it was designed to.  Nephi laughed, patting Risotto’s shoulder sympathetically, “You’re not the only one. It happens to the best of us.”

“I assume you’ll keep your discretion about this?” Side-eyeing his subordinate. 

She smiled back, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Nephi pushed herself up from his desk and started walking to the door, “I’m going to make lunch, you want some?” 

Risotto hummed thoughtfully before getting up to follow her, “I could use a break.”

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Nova, Enrico, Leonidas and Leonora for the latest ask game!

Hey! Thanks for the ask!!

Nova

—The most important thing about her is that she doesn’t want to die, but she’s also not terribly concerned with preserving her own life. She’s accepted since she was old enough to understand that the circumstances she was born in place her at extreme risk, but instead of trying to minimize the risk she lives. Like she’s accepted that sooner or later her luck will run out and she’ll be killed, and she refuses to waste her life hiding. Being alive but not actually having a life doesn’t appeal to her at all, she takes the things she wants even if they’re dangerous. One quote I have in my notes is “they’ll get me eventually, but they’ll find me having a great time and doing everything I ever dreamed of, not cowering in a corner.”

—She’s incredibly ruled by her emotions. She’s got a strong moral code that she tries to live by and hold others to, but an emotional appeal can make the whole thing go out the window. Someone she loves can easily get second, third, fourth chances.

—She actually has no desire to tell her secret. Like of course she wishes things were different and she didn't have to hide but there's no "oh I really wish I could be honest with the people I love". She doesn't feel any guilt about lying because she feels like its her only option.

--She's jaded and she can be self-centered but at her core she cares. She can be relentless when going after what she wants but one of the things she wants most is to help people. She'd risk exposing herself if she thought she could save even one person.

--She likes having power. She may not actively seek it out but she also doesn't run from it, if she hadn't been born with magic it's entirely possible she would have thrived as a Count's daughter.

Enrico

--He's an absolute grade-A dumbass, we all know this, but my rule when writing him is that everything he does has to make perfect sense to him. I have to be able to completely trace why he thought this particular course of action would help him achieve his goal. Yes even marrying Nero.

--He will always solve problems with violence first and talking second. People remember violence

--Almost everything he does in the TTH era is somehow motivated by his guilt. By this point his base personality has been completely swallowed up by his devotion to fixing what he broke.

--Related to that, he'll do almost anything for someone who was hurt by the war because he blames himself. This can be exploited.

--Everything that happened to him was so improbable that he believes in fate, but a cruel version of fate. His basic outlook on the world is that the deck is stacked against him.

Leonidas

--This man is only on the right side of history because of extreme luck. He would do anything and ally with anyone to keep his social standing. He once drank liquid tantalum and almost died trying to get rid of his magic he's committed.

--A big thing about him is that he's okay with using unjust laws when they benefit him: like the time he and Nic frame Nero's brother for sorcery to clear his name, rather than using his standing to try and change the law

--He's from abroad and almost immediately suppresses his culture to fit in at the Circian court, and he gets really sensitive when anyone brings up where he came from

--He has so, so much confidence because if he lets his mask slip for even a second he'll devolve into insecurity and become useless.

--He would genuinely rather have died then survive without his throne.

Leonora

--Motherly devotion but not in a nice way. She will burn down the world for her children even if they don't ask. Especially if they don't ask. She views them as an extension of herself, even the ones she adopted

--Her mother told her about the blood curse on them when she was young, ever since then her approach to it has been "I'm taking everyone else down with me". Except Attilio, that's why she never married him

--Incredibly rebellious towards the status quo. Her father is a notorious criminal but she was never ashamed of it, relished the chance to learn from him. She's more proud of his name than her mother's old aristocratic bloodline.

--Her moral compass is more "how do I hurt people who deserve it" than "how do I avoid hurting people" and that informs a lot about her. She holds grudges for incredibly long periods of time

--Adept at navigating both court culture and criminal culture, fits in anywhere because of who her parents were

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CW: Lady whump , recovery, past emotional abuse, past gaslighting, recovery, trauma, fear of trusting, repressing emotions, leaving abusive friendship, yelling, fairy whump, immortal whumpee, crying, low self-esteem, emotional manipulation, I can't think of anything else but please let me know if I missed anything. I will fix it asap!

Summary: Marlie finally tells Alice to stop hurting her. She's done with the emotional abuse and cruelty. Alice doesn't take it well and it ends in a fight. Marlie keeps her ground for once and successfully leaves Alice behind. Unaware it will cause unintended consequences.

"What makes you think you can leave me?" Alice's cold voice caused Marlie's pulse to skyrocket. She knew she had to leave Alice -had always known- and now she would finally do it.

Marlie inhaled a shaky breath of air, terror coursing through her veins. "I-i can't take it anymore. I'm so sorry, but I can't deal with the emotional abuse." The fairy slowly backed away, flinching when she hit the wall.

Alice scoffed, angry tears in her eyes trickling down her flushed cheeks. "I was a great friend! If you think I'm abusive, you should take a look in a mirror bitch." The human stepped closer and closer to Marlie, stopping when she had the fairy cornered in the back of the room. "You are a selfish, toxic, and lying monster! All I did was tell you what upset me. Yet, you continued to spend time with your family. You knew how I fucking hated that! Every second away from you made me think I had to eliminate threats. You broke down every time I yelled at you! Who's fault is it that you can't follow basic rules? Only I can talk to you. WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?" Alice was screaming now, her voice shrill and words like knives. "YOU THINK YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! NO! YOU'RE AWARE I'M A YANDERE, AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ACKNOWLEDGE OTHERS? YOU'RE LUCKY I DIDN'T KILL THEM!" 

Marlie swallowed her fear, terrified tears quickly welling in her eyes. "I live with them. Dawn has known me my whole life and has always been supportive. She didn't gaslight me when I was hurt. I can't live like this. I-I'm sorry, have a good life!" Marlie used a spell to create a small smoke screen, taking her chance to escape.

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A week had passed since the fight, Marlie hiding in her room and blocking Alice on every social media and chat she could think of. A simple question made Marlie tense and fumble for anything Alice accepted as an answer. She avidly avoided Cedar's and Bear's efforts to talk about anything she enjoyed, terrified of angering them-even if Cedar had the anger of a purring kitten-. 

Harley was out on a mission and would return in a few days, causing more anxiety in the young fairy. While Dawn, worriedly, gave her space, still checking in on them. 

Marlie had been trying to shove everything down, unprepared to face the trauma the friendship caused. Maybe she wasn't ready to admit it to herself, wracked with guilt over all the previous arguments. Marlie wondered how Alice was coping, wanting the girl to have a good life as long as Marlie could avoid it. She inhaled shakily, repeating a mantra created by her self-doubt. 

I am okay. I won't get hurt if I bottle it up. I can't get yelled at if I shove it away. It's my fault.

Marlie looked in the mirror and forced a smile -it looked exhausted but good enough. Only a healer could tell how much pain she was in.- before opening the door to her room.

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Dawn sat across from Harley in their room, eyeing all the prizes from competitions on the walls and shelves. Harley watched her nervous, fidgeting with a careful expression. "What's up, Dawn? You know Marlie better than the rest of us combined. So if anything's up you'd be able to tell and talk with her, right?" They asked, hesitating at the last word. Dawn's despair palpable in the room

"No, she hasn't. I asked how the talk with Alice went, and Marlie said Alice was gone. She left the human. But I know it's hurting her, and Alice is why she's hurting. I want to help her, but she's not ready to talk about it." Dawn's eyes filled with tears, and she removed her glasses to wipe them away. Harley sat beside the healer, her hand resting on Dawn's head as the shorter fairy looked up at them. 

Harley gave a shaky smile. "If she's not ready, don't force her. Alice coerced Marlie to do many things. She's scared of that again, and the best we can do is give her the space she needs and offer her comfort." Alice was the cruelest human they had encountered in the half millennia they had lived. With a bit of hesitation, Harley hugged Dawn awkwardly, allowing the healer to sob into her shoulder. 

A few minutes later, Dawn had calmed down and pulled away. "Thanks, you're right. I'll give Marlie space but still be by her side. You've got good advice; I think you know more about healing than most combat fairies." Smiling, she pushed some of the braids over her dark shoulder before heading to her room.

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[hajimeshoe]

overblot squad with an MC/S/O who was done with life the second they entered twisted wonderland.

The no bullshit type who also instigates when in goofy moods. They don't smile often.

Anyone who threatens them... it kinda goes like "give me a reason... I dare you..." and s/o will fuck your life up if you physically harm them.

They have a resting bitch face, and they ALWAYS look angry or annoyed. A lot of people ask if they're upset.

When in contact with overblots, instead of trembling with fear, they act like they just got told to do chores as they started doing chores.

And when they deal with overblots in fights, they genuinely get annoyed when the overblot squad acts like they're the only ones dealing with that kind of stuff. (Literally looked at Jamil and told him he was a slave to people born richer than him just like everyone else)

A realist and pessimist at the same time.

Sleeps way more than Leona, and will not wake up until they feel like living. And their social meter is extremely low.

They eat a lot. Like- a lot. And they will sleep it all off

MBTI is an INTP to give you the rest of the context

Coolio! I'm an ISTP-T, which I found out while trying to figure out different MBTI personality types because I was hella confused. Also, We don't technically know who's overblotting from Diasomnia yet, right??? So I can leave my precious dragon boy out of this, right??? No? Well, it was worth a try *cries in not wanting to think about a Malleus overblot* -Sorry this took so long! I just moved and had no wi-fi until today

OB!Gang with INTP S/O

Riddle

Would honestly be frustrated

"You've broken fifteen of our 810 rules in less than an hour! How DARE you!"

He was apologetic after he overblot and stopped getting on your case for every dorm rule you broke.

No wonder you're friends with Ace and Deuce

Wants you to stop causing fights so badly

Like, why are you either causing fights or sleeping??? Are you secretly related to Leona???

"Wait, you told Jamil WHAT?"

Leona

Bro gets sick of you when you're awake at this point-

Like, he threatened to turn you to sand during his overblot and you just held out your hand with a sarcastic smile-

Honestly, though, he's glad you aren't opposed to his naps or sleep schedule, a lot of the time he'll also be willing to nap with you even if he's already had one

But if Ruggie wake's him up, then he's trying to wake you up too <3

Fairs fair, after all

He doesn't give a fuckk if you instigate fights, he'll watch it in amusement

Azul

You would get along with Floyd so damn well and Azul swears on what little of his sanity is left that you two are never meeting

Both of you would be causing fights together left and right-

He loves you, he does, but- OH FUCK THE TWEELS ARE HERE! Take a nap while he locks you in his office where you three can never meet, yeah?

He's also low-key wondering if you're Leona's secret sibling or something despite the fact that you're magicless

He'll let you sleep in his office when you need to

He also does everything in his power to try to get you to smile and gets a little insecure when he's unsuccessful

Azul just starts to have some self-doubts because "I'm their boyfriend, why can I never make them happy?"

However, cuddles and reassurances can fix this!

He did get a kick out of you looking at Jamil and telling him to get over it

Jamil

Jamil is just glad that you don't need 24/7 supervision

You won't burn down the house trying to cook, you won't somehow accidentally cut your arm off with a spoon and you can be left alone longer than a toddler without anything going to hell?

In this case, he practically considers you perfect with how often he's dealing with Kalim

Also, you were egging him on when he overblotted???

What's wrong with you? You have no magic-

Oh, wow...you won...

"Everyone's a slave to richer people, Jamil, get over it and eat a snickers or some shit!"

Okay, first of all, you're audacity-

Aaaand now he's stuck with you

"Isn't it supposed to be "You kidnapped me, I'm calling the cops?"

"Nope! You kidnapped me, so you clearly want to put up with my bullshit!"

The only actual issues he has is when he has to go drag you out of a fight or get you to stop hyping others into fighting for your entertainment

Then he just hypnotizes you and pulls you away while scolding you like some sort of child

Honestly looked up child leashes on the twst version of Amazon to see if they had a two pack (one for you and one for Kalim)

Vil

"Love, don't start fights, it's not beautiful at all", "My sweet potato, sleeping too much can be bad for your skin!", "SPUD! As much as I love you, if you do not cease this nonsense then so help me-"

All are common phrases from Vil when it comes to you ❤

Just tell me- how did he fall in love with you??? Like, you're a cross between Kingscholar and Epel and he is about ready to pull an evil queen on both of them some days

But he adores you despite your incorrigible habits that he tries to help you break

Don't expect to sleep in when dating Vil, though. Once he decides you've had enough? He's cursing your bed, pillows and blankets

All in the name of love, he swears!

Idia

Idia tries to get you to just stay in his room with him to stop you from getting into fights

He's respectful - lets you sleep for as long as you want

Although he get's a little loud when he plays video games sometimes

Ortho will honestly bother you more about your sleep schedule than him

Malleus

Confused dragon boi <3

He's a sweetheart and is confused as to why you're starting fights "Because it's fun"

Totally did not ask Sebek to accompany you during school hours in order to protect you, keep you awake during lectures, and keep you out of fights- definitely not, how rude of you to accuse him of that

he would never, Malleus is completely innocent!

"Malleus Draconia, I am TRYING to sleep so if you do not get your screaming cucumber from my bedroom then so help me nobody will be able to save his suicidal ass!"

Oh, you're pissed off now

Welp, time for him to go save Sebek from his (surprisingly dangerous) magicless Child of Man

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Chapter 5: "Please help..."

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Chapter summary: When you come back Wednesday to work you didn't expect the chaos that awaited for you

Cw: Angst, crying, Eddie is depressed, more technical terms, screaming, people being assholes

You woke up early the next day, dressing up with whatever you found and going to work, when you got there your co workers were waiting for you

"Did someone die?"

"Almost..." Luke said

"Your customer called all day yesterday, he seems to have issues"

"Oh shit"

You waited until it was 7 am, clocked in and got ready, waiting for him to call again, your heart was a knot, was he okay? Is he okay? Was he robbed? Did something bad happen?

All your doubts were answered at 7:08 am

Edward Munson High Risk Authenticated

"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Y/n, who do I have the pleasure of assisting today?"

You heard nothing, then a sniffle? Is he crying?

"Hello?"

"Eddie? Are you okay?" You broke character when you heard his broken voice

"S-sweetheart" he said

Your eyes watered, you never heard him like this, he must be so sad

"W-what can I help you with?" Your voice trembled

"Y/n I-" he sobbed "I got robbed, someone emptied my account, I had 450 dollars saved for food and stuff and they're gone!"

You went into his account and saw it all

-356.90 Apple.com

-5.46 Amazon.com

-222.87 Uber

Available Balance -585.23

"Oh gosh, Eddie it's okay we'll fix this okay?"

"How will you fix this?! I was robbed! I don't use Apple, I don't even have an iPhone! I never buy shit from the internet and I have my own van so I don't use Uber! Y/n I'm fucked! I'm so fucked!"

"Eddie it's okay let's calm down and breathe okay? Breathe with me, inhale and exhale"

He did as you told him to and calmed down a little, he was still crying but now he wasn't yelling anymore

"I'm sorry for screaming at you" he said sobbing "But I really needed that money"

"I know Eddie, trust me I understand you, so I'm gonna help you okay? Now I need to contact disputes so they can file a claim on this, and your money will be back okay?"

"Really?" He had hope in his voice

"Yes, really"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, nos stay on the line for me, I'll be right back"

You placed him on hold and called disputes

"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Michelle, how can I help you?"

"Hi this is Y/n from Hawkins"

"Oh hi Y/n, how are you?"

"I'm fine, you?"

"I'm doing great, what is your employee number?"

"It's xxxxxx"

"Last name?"

Y/l/n"

"Supervisor please"

"Joseph Quentin"

"Thank you, and how can I help?"

"My customer has transactions he doesn't recognize"

"I'll be more than glad to help, what's his social?"

"xxxxxxxxx, his name is Edward Munson, likes to be called Eddie only"

"Great, thanks, one moment"

You heard her typing on her computer and then she spoke again

"Which ones are they?"

"Apple, Amazon and Uber"

"I see them, you can put him through I'll be more than happy to help"

"Thanks"

You put all of you in conference and you heard him son again

"Hey Eddie, thanks for waiting in the line, I'm here with Michelle she'll take over the call and give you further assistance, thank you for being a valued-"

"Wait you're leaving?"

"Yes I'm sorry but she has to do her job and so do I-"

"Please don't go Y/n I can't-"

"Alright I'll take it from here, thank you Y/n you can leave now"

You huffed quietly

"Goodbye Eddie"

"No, no-"

You hung up the call leaving them alone, you couldn't stay on that call even if he begged you to, it's the rules

You sat back, placed yourself on After Call Work and cried a little

"Hey, hey, hey what's wrong?" Randall, one of the floor support people came to you "Are you okay?"

You shook your head "N-no..."

"Come on, let's go"

He logged you off and took you out to talk

Let's just say the day sucked...

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A/n: I couldn't help myself so yes more angst! Eddie will be okay don't worry! Thanks for all the love <3

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[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

[skywalkerstyles]

I love ABO fics and if you don't thats fine. But can you do something where Dragon King Bakugou meets his soulmate?

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS I LOVE ABO VERSE SHIT YES

Minors Scram 18+

In his clan all the heads of house bring their children to be annointed by the Dragon King when they turn 21 its a right of passage

Basically Bakugou smears oil on their forehead in the shape of the clan symbol, the medicine worker sends a prayer to the gods and that's it

He's bored of it. He does it everyday and it's annoying

He is one of three 'brothers' each rules their own portion of land but in decisions of importance like War, they all come together

So one day when Bakugou is doing this annointing Kirishima brings him word that King Midoriya has arrived from the South for something important

This is where you come in

You are essentially a Dragon runt. You cannot shift, or use much power at all. This has made you an outcast and social pariah all your life

However they don't call King Midoriya 'The Gentle' for nothing

His heart broke for you when he saw you begging outside his tent one evening

He took you in as his maid

It was quite the scandal but he has never been inappropriate

He is your best friend and you are his confidant

Everywhere he goes so do you

Thats how you end up in the hall of King Bakugou The Fire King of The North (his idea of course)

Everyone has always been afraid of King Bakugou, his wrath is the stuff of legend

"Breathe normally." Shasta, another servant, and a jealous one at that glares at you. King Midoriya's favoritism is lost on no one "if he hears you he'll know you're latent and he's not the most merciful King"

Being the runt or latent was taboo not an official law against it but the runs were usually left to fend for themselves and subjected to abuse and even banishment

You try to even out your breathing as you follow behind Midoriya into the tent

It smells like smoke and cinnamon, it comforts you which also confuses you, you're not sure why

You definitely never believed a runt or latent dragon could have a special mate of their own

There were no soul mates for them or soul bonds.

But Bakugoh had felt the shift before you even set foot in his tent

He didn't know how but he had sensed the presence of his mate

This excited him. He'd lived alone for hundreds of years, watching Deku and then Shoto both meet their mates

He had never given up the search but as the years drug on he began to lose hope

Until that sense washed over him

Excitement pounded through his veins as he sensed you getting closer

Kirishima tried to talk to him. But his eyes were fixed on the tent flap. Waiting.

When Midoriya walked upto Bakugou he took your hand, giving you a reassuring smile

You step forward, eyes downcast as you gripped his hand

You jump when King Bakugou let's out a low growl

Bakugou is pissed Deku is holding your hand

The moment his eyes landed on your soft form he knew

He wanted you to look up. To look at him. You have to know. You have to feel this shit too

"Hello Brother. You look well. I'm sorry to come to you like this but we have something very important to discuss." Bakugou clicked his tongue, never taking his eyes off you

"I brought my hand maid Y/N with me. She wasn't here last time, she was ill. But two days ago was the day of her birthing. I know its custom here for an annointing. So....would you?"

He really hates having to do annointings. But this one he doesn't complain once

He reaches over and grabs the basin with oil in it as Deku guides you over infront of the throne Bakugou sits in

Its covered in animal hide with large rib bones of some animal sticking out the top and curving towards them like sharp fingernails

Bakugou taps your chin

The moment his skin touches yours you flinch and he hisses

You both feel warmth shoot through you

You don't want to believe it. It can't be true

"Hey." His voice is gruff but not as terrifying as before. "Look at me little one."

You lift your eyes, inhaling sharply when you finally look at him

Something shifts and settles

You both just know

Bakugou smiles, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand

"Much better." He brings your wrist to his lips, opens his mouth and bites down gently

Deku gasps and everyone else in the tent whispers frantically

What Bakugou had done was very intimate

Sacred even

Something you do when you lay claim on your mate

"You're mine." Bakugou whispers, his lips turned up slightly at the ends, not a real smile but he's trying. "You know this now?"

You're reeling. You never, ever thought you'd be anything but runt trash. Then King Midoriya shows mercy to you and now...

You smile as he brings the back of your hand to his nose and sniffs, eyes fluttering closed as he takes in your scent

"Yes my King"

Bakugou nearly fucking purrs at that

[wonhoarctic]

bad girl | chae hyungwon

word count: 1.8K

genre: yandere, smut

pairing: hyungwon x sub!fem!reader

a/n: uh... hi!! so, this is something that i wasn't even going to write, but after a nsfw video popped in my twitter tl, i took out the idea and turned it into a mean dom hyungwon smut (also, think of love killa stages hyungwon while reading) with some yandere content bc i am a h o e for yandere things, ah, i'm currently working on my other requests, so, you can always check my schedule spreadsheet to see the actual progress of my work in there!! stay safe, and hope you like it!!

contains: mean dom hyungwon punishing his lover/obsession, so........ smut galore, like, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, teasing, toys, very light spanking, filthy language, ah, mentions of the words 'master and sir', unprotected sex, creampie and size kink (it doesn't mean reader is shorter than him, just that his demeanor self makes her feel like this)...... yeah, those things, but it also have some yandere content, like, being obsessed with someone, extra jealous, not letting them go out, and etc, so, if you don't like it, feel free not to read!!

you were sulking for the past two days about him not letting you go to your ex classmate's birthday party, so, the best option you had in mind to go was escaping from your own house, without even thinking about your sleeping boyfriend missing your presence

it took exact three minutes for him to find out you've left the bed, but as you were dressing up and doing your makeup, he pretended to sleep all the time, he wanted to see how far you'd go knowing his rules and obviously breaking them

hyungwon has always been a calm dom, but also extra kinky, passionate and caring, he did a whole contract to seal your relationship, except for his huge jealous of you, he didn't had much rules, but don't hiding things from him or escaping home were some of them

letting out an irritated huff, he got up at the moment he heard the door closing, also going to dress up himself, choosing his best suit, aka the suit that always got you needy for him, he fixed his long hair and got his shoes, just to go out to the party's location

parking his car near to your classmate's house, he eyed you with a cup of soda in hand, wearing a short dress while dancing with some friends, feeling angry, hyungwon started to enter the party, the host immediately letting him in, probably recognizing hyungwon from one of you social media's pictures

"hello, love, am i too late?" he cooed, hugging you from behind, who got instantly pale knowing that hyungwon was there

"h-hi baby, no...... you're not" you murmured, turning around so you could give him a peck, understanding that he wanted to show around that he was your boyfriend... and you were tense just by the thought of him making things bloody if any guy tried to take a hint on you, even if you're not interested

when a slow music started to play, he took you to dance with him, holding you close tightly

"it was an error to think i wasn't going to notice that your warmth was gone from the bed, y/n" he chuckled lightly "you've broke at least two of my rules... do you want me to make you read the contract again, baby? or... can we go straight away to your punishment?" his voice was deeper, so deep you barely recognize it

"you always say that, and nothing happens" you smirked, knowing that it was probably going to piss him even more, and you were content to hear his lough sigh "you could be meaner to me, you know? you're a weak dom" you were more than content to act as a brat, you wanted him to be meaner than usual, you wanted, no, you needed, that punishment

"why are you acting that bratty today, baby?" if hyungwon was pissed, he hid it really well, as he continued extremely calm and still chuckling "be careful, because i might me more that you can handle..." he said against your ear, in that deep and husky voice again, and if you said you weren't getting wet just by the thought of him punishing you, it'd be a lie

the two of you left the party because you had a 'headache' and needed to go back home to rest, but you knew at home things would be different, and you'd probably sleep after the sunrise

entering your apartment, the first thing you felt was your figure trapped against his body, turning you on even more just by the thought that hyungwon's demeanor self made you feel so small against him

"what is it? master's precious little kitten don't seem to be that bold now..." he rasped onto your ear "are you going to be good to me, baby?" while he was speaking, the tall man peppered kisses all over your neck and jaw, littering you also with licks and possessive marks

"y-yes sir..." you sighed when he got onto a sensitive point of your neck, while his hands were on your drenching panties

"are you that wet from just a little teasing, sweetheart?" he laughed, literally caressing your womanhood with his hand, feeling your wetness spread over your panties, making you moan "and as much as i'd love to treat you like master's good kitten, i think you deserve to be treated as my little dirty whore, as you disobeyed me just to go to that idiot's party..." you thought you'd cry just from him doing that to you "poor y/n... you wanted so bad to go to that party, when you could've stayed home and be rewarded for being a good girl..." he said, still playing with your aching clit through your panties "but now, you'll not be allowed to cum..."

you could barely hear his words, bringing him closer so you could kiss him, and hyungwon was making out so dirty with you, while playing with your panties, that you were not able to hold your orgasm, coming as you felt his tongue exploring your mouth in a messy way

"you came, doll?" his tone was mocking you, chuckling darkly as you nodded, ashamed of not holding it as he told you to "you're definitely a bad girl, baby... come and bend over my lap, now" he ordered, and you did as he told, expecting a praise or something

you expected a lot for someone in your position, because hyungwon didn't even mentioned you obeying him, his hand just came down really hard onto one of your butt cheeks, making you yelp in surprise

"i hope you learn how to listen to me, doll" he caressed your ass, taking your clothes and panties off with some difficult because of the position, leaving you only in your bra as he came back to caress you "i want you to count until 10, and if you stop counting, i'll start again. understood?"

"y-yes, sir" you almost screamed when he started to spank you again, tears teasing your waterline from the force of it, but you kept counting, until he reached 10, finally stopping

"enough" he said for himself, gently kissing your forehead before laying you on the bed, hovering your body "this time, if i feel that you're close, i'll stop... okay?" consent was important even between a punishment, so when you nodded, he rushed to a toy box, while looking at your naked frame

you couldn't help but stay there, laying curiously as hyungwon mumbled to himself about what should he use with you, remembering to stay still, even when handcuffs were put on your arms and legs, forcing you to stay open for him

you were not sure about him holding a clean and new makeup brush, and seeing your confused face, hyungwon neared you, leaving a small peck in your lips, before running the brush bristles through your folds, earning a long moan from you

"you like that, kitten?" he teased, still doing that painfully slow movements with the brush, using its handle to tease your core sometimes, sending you almost over the edge

"please, p-please, sir..." you begged, hearing his maniac laugh, which made you shiver down your spine "please, let me cum, i'll be a good girl, i promise"

but suddenly, his movements stopped, leaving you there, whining pathetically, and as soon as you thought, a vibrator was at your core, and your legs were suddenly closed, and sealed with his belt, so you'd be in place

"you wanted so bad to get your release.... that i think you'd love to lay here, just cumming over and over..." he said, getting distance from you, who started to whine from the sensitivity, feeling the orgasm coming

"no, sir!" you moaned loudly as you came, almost crying when he left the room, leaving you there, being overstimulated by the toy

about an hour later, hyungwon came back, and watched you cum for the fifth time, almost crying from the pain, even if the pleasure was high

"enough" was all he said, and you almost screamed from happiness, knowing that probably, the next thing you'd feel was his dick, but no

hyungwon pulled out a pink dildo from the box, and placed in front of you

"can you stay in all fours and fuck yourself with this for your master, my kitten?" he stroked your hair lazily, before going back to his chair, watching you get into the position

as you started to tease your slit and core with the tip of the dildo, hyungwon felt himself grow even harder if possible, almost cumming just from the view of you pushing the toy inside your throbbing and sensitive wet pussy

when he felt you near again, hyungwon took the toy away, making you whine

"you don't need to whine, princess..." he kissed your neck, taking off his pants and underwear, so you could felt his hardened member rubbing slightly in your ass "instead, wouldn't you like master's cock making you cum, hm?" you felt his tip teasing your slit up and down, making sure to brush in your sensitive clit

"yes!" you moaned loudly "yes, please, sir! make me cum, i beg you!" and there you go, his long and slightly thick cock was burried inside you, filling your cunt with every single one of his medium pace stokes

you were almost on the edge, and he felt that as your walls tightened, and he started to moan a little louder than the low groans he was making before, and the tightness making himself near to his orgasm approach

"would you like if i filled your pretty little pussy of yours with my cum, hm?" he asked, grabbing a handful of your hair, and you almost screamed as your high approached even more with his roughness

"y-yes, please! fill me up, sir!" you moaned, your high washing over your body

it took more five strokes for him to come too, moaning loudly, and filling you up with his sticky cum

"good girl" he said as he pushed his flaccid cock out of your cunt "i hope it worked as a lesson for you to know what happens if you try to escape again" pushing you to a hug, hyungwon kissed your forehead

"are you sore, kitten? do you need something?" he asked, stroking your hair, as your trembling body started to relax at his touches

"no, sir, i'm just a little sore on the ass" you said tiredly but letting a little laugh, almost sleeping with his touches

"i'll prepare the bathtub so i can wash you, and then, we proceed with rubbing some lotion into your ass, okay? then, i'll order something tasty for us to eat, and we can cuddle to sleep" he kissed you "but for now, sleep well, my good little kitten" he said, covering you with the blankets

[wangxianficrecs]

The Election Collection (as if 2020 isn’t hard enough)

WangxianFicRecs Presents:

The Election Collection (as if 2020 isn’t enough) 

 ***If the links don’t work for you, try reading this post about a work-around:  https://wangxianficrecs.tumblr.com/post/633343850886365184/what-you-can-do-if-the-links-dont-work

These are stressful times, my darlings, and while xanax and alcohol are certainly an escape, I like to have a somewhat healthier option in reserve.  We have one week to go before life in the U.S. will/will not end, and it’ll probably drag on forever after that, so, here, have enough fic to last you a full month.

Not every fic in this compilation is fluff (like, I wouldn’t call sickfics fluff, necessarily), but all of them make me feel better in some way.  This list is waaay long -- ohmygawd it’s got 88 works in it -- so I’m actually going to tuck it behind a read more.  I broke it up into categories, which are in alphabetical order (the works themselves are in no order whatsoever):

bunnies | feel good fic | goofy students in love | happy-making | harlequin/white knight | homesteading | humor | kid fic | sickfic/caretaking | time travel fix-it.

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~*~ bunnies ~*~

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The Bunny Next Door by detailsinthefabric (E, 43k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji did not know what he was doing. He did not know what he was going to say. He was frozen in place, puzzling over the situation. Maybe he had made the man uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave? But his tone had still been so friendly—maybe…

“Would…” he paused, swallowed, forced the last words to come out of his suddenly parched mouth, “would you let me pet him?”

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Lan Wangji, who doesn't know how to socialize and whose icy demeanor scares everyone away, lets down all his defenses when he meets the bunny next door...oh, and also its owner, Wei Wuxian.

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it’s you, it was always you by myung (G, 8k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  In which Lan Zhan can turn into a bunny and Wei Ying is the fool who loves him.

*Based on a Tumblr post: “The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail; the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them. You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key. Secondary plot twist: The woman is a shapeshifter. She is the cat.”

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love & longing, rabbit edition. by jaws_3 (G, 18k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji makes a (minor) miscalculation and gets turned into a rabbit. He then makes the (ridiculous!) mistake of seeking Wei Ying out for help.

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everybody lives because i said so by Mayarene Rose (Paradise_of_Mary_Jane) (G, 46k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan has taken to visiting the Yiling as often as he can, bringing as many rabbits as he can carry.

It is not against the sect rules so there's no reason for him to feel guilty about it. And after all, he made a promise.

Or the one where Lan Zhan sneakily moves into the Burial Mounds and this may or may not have helped stop a lot of bad things from happening.

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an armful of warmth by Alaceron (G, 11k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  In the winter, 10 years after the death of the Yiling Patriarch, Professor Lan Wangji finds an injured rabbit at the edge of the school grounds.

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nothing so sweet as a bunny by jaws_3 (G, 15k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian turns himself into a rabbit. It’s mostly an accident.

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~*~ feel good fic ~*~

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crying like a fire in the sun by cl410 (T, 10k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian leaves the Jiang Sect after he's ejected from the Cloud Recesses lectures, unable to bear Madam Yu's abuse towards him and his siblings any longer. 

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❤️Candy & Conspiracies by cl410 (T, 16k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  “Wei Wuxian is the son of two rogue cultivators who recently died on a night-hunt,” his mother explained. “We are taking him in as a favor to a friend.”

At least it wasn’t another surprise half-sibling.

It did not take long for Jin Zixuan to reconsider. Wei Wuxian was a gremlin, brought to Koi Tower for the sole purpose of driving Jin Zixuan into insanity.

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Cave Survival (or: how the Xuanwu cave could have gone) by cerbykerby (T, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Why,” Lan Wangji said each word in sheer agony, “are you not decent?”

“My clothes are wet,” Wei Wuxian answered. “If I don’t take them off, I run the risk of freezing to death. Don’t you live up in the mountains? I thought you’d know about the dangers of the cold.”

“I do.” Lan Wangji looked absolutely tortured, staring at the cave wall. “So long as there’s a heat source and your clothes are no longer soaking wet, you can put them back on.”

Wei Wuxian made a face. “But I just got dry. I don’t want to put damp pants back on.”

“Wei Ying!”

“Alright, alright, fine! But just the pants.”

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An alternate version of the events in the Cave of the Tortoise of Carnage. All the cheesy romantic tropes. All of them. ALL. Basically an excuse to write Lan Wangji panicking and Wei Wuxian being oblivious.

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❤️Where the nightingales are singing, and a white moon beams. by Moominmammashandbag (M, 33k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan WangJi was married off when he was young, at the whim of the Emperor of the time, to a boy he hardly knew. They lived in the same house for less than two months.

He was still married, though that boy had been dead for thirteen years. It seemed quite clear to him that he was still married.

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Stay Right Here and Hide by etymologyplayground (T, 3k, wangxian)  my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian has always wanted Lan Wangji to look at him.

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❤️ Demonic Cultivator’s Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods by FayJay (E, 25k, wangxian, sangcheng) my post here.

Summary:  Written for the Reverse Big Bang Challenge, to illustrate the beautiful art work below, by Saph0000 (qr-sa on tumblr).

Her prompt was to write something about WWX and LWJ ascending to become deities; I took the liberty of slightly crossing over MDZS with Heaven Official’s Blessing for the worldbuilding, and set myself the goal of bringing a smile to the faces of Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen.

So: a story in which the newly-ascended bunny gods set out to give Jiang Cheng’s love life a boost, and find a way of cheering up Lan Xichen along the way.

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A Lot’s Gonna Change by etymologyplayground (T, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Are you each other’s beards?” Wei Ying guesses, mostly joking.

Lan Zhan says, “I don’t know what that means.”

Wen Qing says, “Yes.” Then, to Lan Zhan, she says, “It’s what we’re doing.”

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What’s even better than attending the wedding of someone you hate? Being the bartender at the wedding of someone you hate.

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And They Were Quarantined by thunderwear (E, 49k, 3 works (complete), wangxian, 3zun) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji didn’t look out across the other apartment building often, but now, as he scooped up his escaped rabbit, he looked over only to see a piece of paper taped to the window of the apartment across from him. It was written on purple construction paper in big block letters, like a child had written it.

WHAT’S YOUR BUNNY’S NAME???

And they were quarantined.

Oh my god, they were quarantined.

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sentimental education by everythingispoetry (G, 5k, wangxian, nielan, xuanli) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Qiren is the worst of them all.

(And he won’t let the lack of his own success at love hinder him. He is not above using the teenagers at disposal.)

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Life by scifigeek14 (T, 66k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary: A wedding is proposed for a practical reason… mostly practical… what wouldn’t be practical about marrying the person who you love most in the world? Especially if it could save some lives along the way? And if the end result is a huge family, well… that’s just Life.

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of all that is tender and good by SoManyJacks (M, 8k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  After half a year traveling as cultivation partners, Lan WangJi has something to say.

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❤️To be of use by Erisette (not rated (I’d say G), 53k, lan wangji & lan sizhui, wangxian in spirit, although wwx hasn’t showed up yet) my post here.

Summary:  Love was not forbidden in the Cloud Recesses, despite what was whispered by the common people and, often, even by the other great sects.

(Or: how Lan Wangji became both a father and the object of worship to a generation of juniors in 13 easy steps 13 long years)

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❤️ Senseless by carolyncaves (T, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian will leave Cloud Recesses to wander the great wide world, and in a year or two, he’ll return with a head full of stories so he can tell Lan Zhan all about the interesting places and people of the world he’s missing while he’s cooped up as Chief Cultivator.

That’s his plan, anyway, truly.

He just doesn’t actually seem to be managing to get any farther away.

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And the world's alright with me by so_shhy (E, 13k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:   Wei Ying has been feeling like a grey, wrung-out, mildewed dishrag for a week when Lan Zhan slopes in from a trip to the store looking blank-faced and awkward and sets a pregnancy test down on the kitchen counter.

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❤️ A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste (T, 31k, series, zhuiling, background wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “And,” said one of the pompous ministers, “there’s the matter of a marriage to consider as well!”

Jin Ling, who at the beginning of that sentence had expected to slam into the very last wall of his patience and lose his temper entirely, paused. “A what?”

Thing was… it wasn’t such a bad idea.

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Rumor Doesn’t Have It (But Wei Wuxian Is Determined to Change That) by misscam (M, 5k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  The picture of himself and Lan Zhan that the gossip and rumors are painting is alluring, tempting, captivating – in love, together, kissing, sleeping together every night - oh, how captivating. A far better picture than Wei Wuxian sitting in a inn missing Lan Zhan with every breath after three weeks at Nie Huaisang’s whining about how much he missed Lan Zhan and yet not quite daring to do something about it; meanwhile Lan Zhan is being His Excellency and making the cultivation world hopefully better, but on his own, possibly missing Wei Wuxian as well. (Hopefully missing him, Wei Wuxian is selfish enough to think.)

Maybe it’s time to be a little daring – and make the rumors come true, one at a time.

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❤️The Yiling Wei Clan by scifigeek14 (G, 45k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji stays in Yiling with Wei Wuxian and helps him build his home and family.

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Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 20k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary: When his brother had sent him the appointment confirmation, Lan Wangji had assumed it had been for Lan Xichen’s oft-praised and highly recommended acupuncturist.

It is not, he soon found out—standing inside the lobby of a studio lit by soft, warm light and faced with a beautiful man in well-worn, rumpled clothing and with a lopsided bun on top of his head, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket and wearing no shoes at all—an acupuncturist.

“Cuddle therapy,” Lan Wangji says, his voice drawn carefully flat over the overwhelming panic welling up inside his belly. He had not thought his brother so cruel. This must be some sort of horrible mistake. —– In which Wei Wuxian cuddles people for money, Lan Xichen takes matters into his own hands, and Lan Wangji is doomed.

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❤️with you, I am home by tellthemstories (M, 47k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “I can’t go back home alone, Lan Zhan.”

Wei Wuxian gets a summons to return to Lotus Pier for marriage proposals. To avoid this, he convinces Lan Zhan to come with him and pretend to be his cultivation partner.

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❤️Shifting Suspicion by scifigeek14 (T, 3k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  When Wei Wuxian’s paperman escapes Jin Guangyao’’s hidden room, rather than waiting for Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to call him out, Jin Guangyao goes on the offensive and Wei Wuxian is forced to create an alibi on the fly.

An AU from episode 41 of the live action.

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❤️ anyway, here’s wuji by kakikaeru (T, 18k, lan jingyi & lan wangji, zhuiyi, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  The melody gets a little clearer when he breaks out of the trees, and Jingyi changes course with certainty, barreling down the back hill and through the Cloud Recesses, dodging scandalized disciples left and right. He throws open the doors to the Receiving Hall without announcement and bows nearly double, eyes on the floor instead of on the shocked faces of the Mei delegation and the impenetrable gaze of the Chief Cultivator.

“Forgive this disciple,” Jingyi shouts, because he’s going to get punished for rule breaking regardless. “From the back hill, Hanguang-jun, there is a song in the wind!”

Lan Jingyi comes of age.

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~*~ goofy students in love ~*~

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❤️ A Wedding of Choice by scifigeek14 (T, 17k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  When Wei Wuxian asked Lan Zhan to tie his headband to his wrist he didn’t know the connotations. But, Lan Zhan fully knew that his actions would result in a wedding.

Set as a happy au/canon divergence starting at the Cold Pond Cave scene. Instead of some Yin Metal, Lan Zhan gets a new guquin and a new fiancé.

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Losing My Mind by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  On a drunken dare, Jiang Cheng drinks a potion that allows him to hear other people’s lustful thoughts. It’s just his luck that he’s stuck in close vicinity with the guy who is completely and utterly besotted with his idiot brother.

One thing’s for certain - there is no way he’s leaving this with his sanity intact.

(Or, where Jiang Cheng has a lot of regrets, Lan Wangji is having an ongoing sexuality crisis, and Wei Wuxian is as oblivious as ever).

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❤️ You Are My Euphoria by tangerinechar (M, 18k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  This odd new push and pull between them is something Wei Wuxian is just discovering, and he’s also discovered that he likes the ideas it gives him - hug Lan Zhan, run your fingers along his arms, get him to look at you, say your name - the simple light that being with Lan Wangji brings to his life, the feeling that he could smile forever if Lan Wangji stood by his side.

Wei Wuxian arrives at the Cloud Recesses, breaks at least seven rules, and gets his heart stolen by the prettiest boy he’s ever met, in that exact order.

Or; 5 times Wei Wuxian smiled at Lan Wangji, and 1 time Lan Wangji smiled back.

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❤️Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding (G, 14k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian grins. “I’m going to use this summer to seduce Zewu-jun, and I’m going to get his brother to help me do it.”

Or: To win his bet against Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian has to kiss Lan Xichen. Who better to ask advice from than Lan Zhan?

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talk sense (to a fool) by Turtles (M, 2k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s PDA is driving everyone crazy

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How Wei Ying Went from Oblivious Idiot to Shameless Boyfriend in Three Days by misscam (T, 5k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “If you give him some relationship advice and I help him with flirting, we’ll get Lan Zhan his heart’s desire in no time!” Wei Wuxian says boldly, and Lan Xichen rubs his temples as if he’s having a headache. “What?”

“… I have offered him relationship advice,” Lan Xichen says finally, slowly, giving Wei Wuxian a look. “I believe the object of his affections is oblivious to his feelings despite numerous gestures.”

“What an idiot,” Wei Wuxian declares, and Lan Xichen looks downright pained. “Don’t worry, Lan Xichen, between your good advice and my excellent tutoring, we’ll make certain Lan Zhan’s affections will be clear to even the most oblivious.”

“… I certainly hope so,” Lan Xichen says after a moment, looking down at the counter and sighing.

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Unable To Stay Away by Waterrain (E, 23k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  AU: ABO Verse. 15 Year Old Omega!Wei WuXian (wears a ring which masks his scent into smelling like an Alpha) and Alpha!Jiang Cheng go to visit the Cloud Recesses for a year. Wei WuXian at the Lotus Pier does not wear a ring to cover his scent up, but Jiang Fengmian informed him the ring must be worn or else he won’t be able to go with Jiang Cheng to the Cloud Recesses. At the Cloud Recesses there is an handsome and cold Alpha known to be able to resist any Omega in heat with ease. (I have a Sequel for Unable To Stay Away and it is named Let’s Always Be Together)

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❤️ unabashed indecency by quags1re T, 25k, WIP -- READ IT ANYWAY!!!, wangxian)  my post here.

Summary:  Jiang Cheng glances down at Wei Wuxian’s notes, which have tiny doodles of Lan Wangji and many variations of Lan Wuxian drawn into the margins. “Holy shit,” he gasps, unable to contain his glee. ... wei wuxian falls at 15.

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❤️tame by rikke (M, 12k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary: After the Xuanwu Cave incident, Wei WuXian wakes up back in Lotus Pier with one hand clutching Lan WangJi and the other hand clutching…an egg?

in which wwx and lwj accidentally hatch a baby xuanwu

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Caught Red-Handed by ExtraPenguin (T, 895, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian challenges Lan Wangji to a friendly duel. Then Lan Wangji’s relatives turn up and congratulate them on their nuptials. WTF?

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❤️Patience is (almost) a Virtue by Handmethatbing (T, 8k, wangxian, WIP) my post here.

Summary:  “Why now, Lan Zhan has come to see me,” he says, cutting into the crowd and going up and slightly leaning into Lan Wangji, who surprisingly doesn’t flinch at the almost-contact, “We slept together back when I was studying in Gusu, you see."

Wei Wuxian knows how fast a crowd clears out when you say something embarrassing out loud. The crowd mostly fizzles, tired and familiar of his antics than actually believing his words. Lan Wangji looks into nowhere and hums in his unbothered voice. "Mn.” The crowd fizzles faster. “Did you just – did you just play along? Feeling a bit adventurous today, are we?” Wei Wuxian cannot stop laughing. He would be lying if he says there aren’t wicked prank ideas already swimming in his head. No one believes his silly mischiefs anymore but what if the Second Jade of Lan backs him up? What a riot.

An innocent Lan Wangji visits Yunmeng and partakes in Wei Wuxian’s usual fuckery but things spiral out of control.

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~*~ happy making ~*~

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❤️ The Beast of Gusu by Netrixie (M, 212k, wangxian, nielan) my post here.

Summary:  A world where I went, “What if Wei Ying was a wolf?” and then ran with it. We’ve got wangxian, nielan, fluff and angst, soft!boys and A-Yuan. You’ll want to get comfortable, because part 1 is 150k words :)

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❤️The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (T, 20k wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian’s hand jolts, spilling a drop of wine onto the tabletop. “Love?” he croaks, then clears his throat and tries again. “Lan Zh— uh, Hanguang-jun, in love?”

“Have you not heard the story?” the other young woman asks, looking pitying. “You must, it is a truly heartrending tale of star-crossed romance and mutual pining — go to any storyhouse in town, everyone has been requesting a reading of this book.”

“There’s a book?” Wei Wuxian says blankly.

In which the junior disciples (namely, Lan Jingyi, Ouyang Zizhen, and a reluctant Lan Sizhui) turn to RPF in an attempt to rehabilitate Wei Wuxian’s reputation so that he and Hanguang-jun can get together and get married and live happily ever after. It’s… surprisingly effective.

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❤️ to arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag (M, 35k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Lan WangJi is not sure he can bear meeting with a matchmaker yet again, but at the same time, if he wasn’t going to care deeply about the person he was going to marry, he could just as well have settled for Wei Wuxian six years ago .”

or, Lan WangJi goes to a Discussion Conference and his soulmate is there. His soulmate, whom he doesn’t love.

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~*~ harlequin/white knight ~*~

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❤️this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Framed by the soft morning light, sleek hair swept back and pale blue robes not even slightly rumpled, he looks almost inhuman.

He looks like the last person who should be knocking on Wei Wuxian’s door.

In which Wei Wuxian is a curse worker secretly searching for a lost dragon, Lan Wangji is his new assistant, and the two things may not be entirely unrelated.

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❤️save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, and also lan wangji & jin zixuan) my post here.

Summary:  In which Lan Qiren and Jin Guangshao are conspicuously terrible, Lan Wangji decides to fake-date Wei Wuxian about it, and literally no braincells are consulted.

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❤️hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 24k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian repeats. His heart clenches. He wants—but he’d really meant to have this nightmare stuff down before they met again, so he wouldn’t find himself relying on Lan Wangji’s nearness. He’s not supposed to go back yet. But he’s so tired, and his will crumbles. “Yeah,” he says. “All right. Take me back to Gusu with you.”

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❤️The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 71k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  It’s a really unfortunate thing, developing a crush on your husband. Wei Ying had assumed this would be easy. Lan Zhan had been so icy and unpleasant to him, it had never occurred to him that he might end up spending the next however many years with this dumb, burning feeling in his chest whenever he looks at him.

“Okay,” says Wei Ying. “But tell me if I…if the pretending gets to be too hard, okay?”

“It will not,” says Lan Zhan, quietly certain.

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❤️Love wakes me by dea_liberty (E, 43k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  It starts with a bet. All mistakes, Wei Wuxian thinks, start with a bet.

It’s starts with a bet and ends with Wei Wuxian losing everything.

Nine years ago, Wei Wuxian made a bet with disastrous consequences. Now, he is part-owner of the popular and eclectic Yiling Cafe, years and miles away from his old life, making the best of things and trying to leave the past where it belongs. When Lan Wangji walks into his cafe by accident, Wei Wuxian finds himself doing what he thought he’d never do again; reclaiming some small part of his past, and hoping for a future he’d given up as lost.

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❤️ the best of you by sysrae (E, 42k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  When Jin Zixuan calls in a favour, Lan Wangji ends up renting his spare room to Wei Wuxian.

It doesn’t go how any of them expected.

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~*~ homesteading ~*~

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wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:   Wei Ying leaves. He follows.

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To Do With You What Spring Does With Cherry Trees by sfbluestocking (M, 37k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  It’s all well and good to, on the spur of the moment, in driving rain, in the middle of the night, romantically run away with the man you love—because of course he loves Wei Wuxian, though he hasn’t said it aloud yet—on a noble quest to rescue and preserve the survivors of an atrocity, but at some point you have to consider the logistics of that preservation.

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the exception proves the rule by defractum (nyargles) (T, 5k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Ying laughs shakily. “I’m glad you’re behind me on this single-plank bridge. I was prepared to do it alone, you know.”

“Not behind,” says Lan Wangji, heart in his mouth as he dares to say it.

“What?”

“Not behind you. Beside you. On the single-plank bridge.”

Wei Ying straightens up, his lips twitching. “That makes no sense, Lan Zhan. It’s a single plank, there isn’t room for both of us to walk across side-by-side.”

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The canon divergence where Lan Wangji stands in the rain with an umbrella and looks into Wei Ying’s eyes and follows him.

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Claiming Life from Death by MarbleGlove (E, 24k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary (Part 1):  The Wen refugees in the Burial Mounds settlement survive, but it was always going to be a struggle. Wei WuXian lives with the dead as much as he does with the living, but even in the deep shadows, there is the potential for joy.

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Until It’s Dark by suzvoy (M, 121k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan finds out.

It changes everything.

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~*~ humor ~*~

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Marital Prospects by Vamillepudding (G, 19k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Jin Ling's birth is the happiest occasion of Jin Zixuan's life. But every gold spoon has some rust: Wei Wuxian has taken up residence too. However, Jin Zixuan has a fool-proof plan to get Wei Wuxian out of his life for good: he's going to find him a spouse. And he's got the perfect person in mind: Nie Mingjue.

Lan Wangji has resigned himself to losing the love of his life without saying a word.

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Patient came so hard from prostate exam he kicked me in the dick by Hades_the_Blingking (E, 17k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan's puritanical life is thrown into sudden, sinful chaos when one especially handsome doctor gives him a prostate exam and he busts a surprise nut. Mortified, Lan Zhan is consoled by the fact that he will never see this harbinger of anal pleasure again... until one fateful night. Cue a matchmaking brother, cue a bad excuse for a lie, and cue things not turning out as embarrassing and terrible as they seem between one Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan.

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Cut sleeve (m/m), slow burn, pining (lots of pining) by Lucky_Moony (T, 6k, wangxian, zhuiyi) my post here.

Summary:  Nothing to see here, just Lan Jingyi writing fanfiction about his favorite ship: Wangxian.

Or

How Lan Sizhui discovered his best friend was writing romantic stories about his parents.

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❤️A Match Made In Heaven by Ariana (T, 38k, WIP -- don’t let that stop you!,  wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  After getting fed up once and for all with Wei Wuxian getting into trouble, Madam Yu decides it’s time to call in the matchmaker.

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vinegar jug by dandelion_san (G, 8k, wangxian, WIP) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian gains a taste of first love for the future Lan Wangji, following him like an adoring puppy.

The present Lan Wangji chugs vinegar and tries his best not to kill his future self, or Jiang Cheng.

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❤️Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 45k WIP -- READ IT ANYWAY, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  In which Mo XuanYu’s spell get’s stolen by a not-so-random girl, and so begins Wei WuXian’s hilarious journey of fighting monsters, solving mysteries, raising children, and finding true love (or at least acknowledging it’s existence) while trying not to kill everyone who calls him ugly to his face.

And really, he knew Lan Zhan had the potential to be lady killer but this is way too much!!

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The Nie Sect Discussion Conference That No One, Ever, Will Discuss Again. by mondengel (2k, No Rating (I’d give it a G), wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Qiren sits at the head table at the latest Discussion Conference and makes an observation.

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The Great Bathtub Conspiracy by pupeez4eva (M, 3k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji keep breaking bathtubs, and the Juniors come up with the obvious explanation - someone is clearly tampering with them in an attempt to torment the Yiling Patriarch. Obviously they need to do something about this; no one is allowed to mess with their Senior Wei.

(Someone really needs to tell them that there is no huge conspiracy going on, and that Wangxian are really just that enthusiastic).

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A Flower in Bloom (or Wei Wuxian Crashes a Party) by UmbrellaMartialGod (E, 30k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  If everyone really thought that Wei Wuxian was going to wait around during the New Year for Lan Wangji to come home when there was an entire party happening at Carp Tower, they had another thing coming.

All he needed was a good disguise.

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it goes like this by moonsteps (T, 15k, wangxian, background sangcheng) my post here.

Summary:  Jiang Cheng is staring at him with wide eyes. “You met your soulmate today and didn’t tell me?”

Wei Wuxian stops. “What?” he asks, not quite understanding. “What are you talking about? No, I didn’t?”

“You idiot,” Jiang Cheng spits, holding his hand out to point directly at Wei Wuxian’s wrist. “Your timer!”

Oh.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes dart down, and his heart stops.

(Or, Wei Wuxian finds that he has no idea who his soulmate is. Enter Lan Wangji, resident unapproachable genius, who suddenly requests to be his lab partner.)

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❤️Questions at Dusk by ExtraPenguin (E, 18k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  An encounter with the Xuanwu of Slaughter leaves Lan Wangji with an ability he didn’t realize he could gain. Wei Wuxian is left to take responsibility, and the Wen sect’s threat still looms on the horizon.

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Hiding Place by HanguangMoon (T, 26k, chengyi) my post here.

Summary:  Jingyi only realizes that he’s staring when Sect Leader Jiang turns to look back at him with narrowed eyes and an annoyed expression. Jingyi gulps but can’t look away. Their eyes meet, and Jingyi panics.

And then he realizes that he’s been pouring hot water on his boots for the past five seconds, panics more, and manages to brush the teapot, teacups, and tray crashing to the floor with the edge of his sleeve.

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~*~ kid fics ~*~

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❤️Something Yet to Learn by Glitterbombshell (T, 37k, wangxian, 4 works, series Joy In the Midst of These Things in progress) my post here.

Summary:  “Wei Wuxian,” the man grits out, and he pauses with one hand reaching for the door handle. The disciple who had come in to speak to Lan Qiren brushes past him and exits the pavilion without a backwards glance. Wei Wuxian turns back to Master Lan, one eyebrow tilting up in question. “An urgent matter has come up,” Lan Qiren says, every word sounding like it’s being forcibly dragged from him. “His Excellency requests my presence. Their current instructor is ill, I was meant to take over classes for today,” he continues, gesturing towards the tiny juniors. He swallows heavily, and the next sentence sounds bitter. Choked. “I cannot leave them unattended.”

Wei Wuxian just blinks at him.

Or

Wei Wuxian is asked (under duress) to babysit a class of tiny Lan cultivators for just a few minutes. A few minutes turns into an hour, turns into two hours, turns into an impromptu literal field trip and now there’s an entire class that is weeks ahead of their curriculum, their most junior disciples have apparently imprinted on Wei Wuxian like baby birds, and Lan Qiren has no one to blame but himself.

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Where the Lonely Ones Go by CSHfic, VSfic (T, 24k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  “When did you arrive?” Lan Zhan asks, but he’s looking at the child in Wei Wuxian's arms, and the question is clearly, who’s baby is this, and maybe, should I be concerned?

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Accidental (haunted) baby acquisition

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A Crying Shame by thunderwear (G, 16k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji gets emotionally blackmailed by a toddler. It somehow fixes everything.

“You two act like young parents with their first child,” Granny said after Lan Wangji ended up with Wen Yuan sleeping against his chest once again. “Not wanting to let him go or hear him cry.”

“Aw, but Granny, don’t we make a cute couple with our little one?” Wei Ying teased, tipping to the side to lay his head on Lan Wangji’s unoccupied shoulder.

Granny reached over and pinched Wei Ying’s cheek while Lan Wangji tried to pretend his heart wasn’t suddenly trying to pound out of his chest at how close Wei Ying was.

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Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (G, 43k, wangxian, WIP) my post here.

Summary:  The marketplace was too loud, too much, and Lan Zhan couldn’t breathe.

So he ran from his brother and uncle and hid in a back alley, which was not as empty as he thought.

Enter the dirtiest boy Lan Zhan had ever met - a boy who called himself Wei Ying.

(AKA Lan Zhan brings Wei Ying back to Cloud Recesses and this is their childhood as they grow up together)

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❤️Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (T, 36k, jiang cheng & wei wuxian, wangxian, background zhuiling) my post here.

Summary:  Jiang Cheng gathers up his determination in both hands and goes to the Cloud Recesses to embark on one of the most difficult endeavors he can imagine: Repairing his relationship with his brother.

To his surprise, he discovers he’s become an uncle again… several times over.

Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?!

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❤️ever a part of me by AlotikaWolf, RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus) (E, 53k, series (series ongoing), wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  AU formed by AlotikaWolf and me! ABO-verse, mostly canon-compliant AU where omega Mo Xuanyu was unknowingly pregnant when he sacrificed his body. What follows is a bunch of misunderstandings, Wei Wuxian constantly giving Lan Wangji heart attacks, a second helping of angst, and plenty of Wangxian cuddles~

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Holding the world in my hands by Lucky_Moony (T, 64k, wangxian, sangcheng) my post here.

Summary:  The Yiling Patriarch has often claimed that if he could bear a little Master Lan for his husband, he would do so. When the impossible finally happens, Wei Wuxian and his husband are over the moon as they get ready for the arrival of their little one.

When Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng’s secret love affair is exposed in the most dramatic way, Jiang Cheng starts to question his feelings for his longtime friend. Could he be in love with the Headshaker? If so, will Nie Huaisang ever agree to take him back after he messed up so royally?

Meanwhile, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi are planning to unite their lives, but wedding planning turns out to be way more complicated than they thought it would be at first…

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❤️The Three Jades of Lan by IceBreeze (T, 37k, series with 5 works, WIP, incomplete -- READ IT ANYWAY) my post here.

Summary: “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look!” Wei Ying did a twirl. “I’m the same as you now! Am I pretty? Say Lan Zhan, am I pretty?”

Huan muffled a laugh behind his sleeve as A-Zhan said “Mn,” eyes never once leaving Wei Ying. There was something a little like awe in his stare, like Wei Ying was the only one in the world to him at that moment, and if Huan hadn’t already known that his little brother cared deeply for Wei Ying then that look would have been all the confirmation he needed.

(If A-Zhan knew what marriage and romance was beyond the vague explanations he’d heard then he’d probably already be courting Wei Ying, with all the dogged determination he shows everything he puts his mind to. It’s adorable, and Huan supports it wholeheartedly, no matter what direction it heads in the end).

Or: an AU Wei Wuxian is taken in by the Lan clan instead of the Jiangs.

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❤️Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (T, 36k, jiang cheng & wei wuxian, wangxian, background zhuiling) my post here.

Summary:  Jiang Cheng gathers up his determination in both hands and goes to the Cloud Recesses to embark on one of the most difficult endeavors he can imagine: Repairing his relationship with his brother.

To his surprise, he discovers he’s become an uncle again… several times over.

Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?!

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soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Zhan finds himself returning the smile. “Go home,” he urges gently, because it’s cold, and Wei Ying does not look like he’s dressed warmly enough to be out in the streets like this.

Wei Ying’s smile dims. “A-Ying sleeps here when it’s cold,” he tells Lan Zhan. “When it’s summer, A-Ying likes to stay by the pond!”

Lan Zhan frowns, looking at the alley around them. His stomach churns at the thought of leaving Wei Ying there. “Has Wei Ying eaten?”

(Or, the one where Wei Wuxian grows up in the Lan Sect.)

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~*~ sickfic/caretaking ~*~

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Red Flower With One Hundred Petals; Smoke Carried on the Blue Dusk Air by carolyncaves (T, 33k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian had been somewhere terrible for three months, and he was not well. Wangji was forbidden to leave Cloud Recesses, so Lan Xichen had come to Lotus Pier in his place.

Please, Xiongzhang, you must get him to agree to come to Gusu, whatever it takes.

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❤️the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 39k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  When A-Yuan gets sick and Wen Qing doesn’t have the supplies she needs to properly treat him, Wei Wuxian can only think of one place to go for help.

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i don’t wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by annemari (T, 21k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian presses his fingers against Lan Zhan’s forehead, gently moving the ribbon, and sighs. “Lan Zhan, you have a fever.”

“I feel fine,” Lan Zhan says, a blatant lie.

Lan Wangji falls ill. Wei Wuxian worries.

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Then There’s No One There by etymologyplayground (T, 13k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  “Oh, and speaking of pretty boys,” Nie Huaisang says, turning back to Wei Wuxian’s unconscious form, “Don’t get me started on poor Second Master Lan. He’s pathetic without you, you should really see him. He’s practically in tears without you here to flirt with him! He’s mooning over your corpse like —”

“Nie Huaisang, that’s enough,” Lan Wangji snaps. He struggles with what to address first; the worst is that, “Wei Ying is not a corpse. Don’t say such things.”

“Sorry,” Nie Huaisang says. “But sitting there silently and willing him to wake up isn’t going to help, Hanguang-Jun. You want him to wake up, right? Then tell him why!” He whacks Lan Wangji’s shoulder lightly with his fan.

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Accidents Will Happen by mrsronweasley (E, 46k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian downs the cup of tea. “All right. Now, I’m fine.” He isn’t, though. The tea is a mild kind, the sort that Lan Zhan prefers before bed, but even so it makes his taste buds revolt. It’s only through sheer force of will that he doesn’t vomit a second time.

Fucking hell, who cursed him, and how soon can he kill them?

or

Wei Wuxian finds himself in a whole new situation.

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they do not fall to earth by LtLJ (G, 2k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  A missing scene from episode 33.

The Zidian didn’t knock Wei Wuxian out of this body but it rattled his brain and turned his bones to jelly. This is a transformation, not a possession, and poor Mo Xuanyu is not coming back, no matter how many times Jiang Cheng whips Wei Wuxian.

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Wherever the Chaos by shadowsapiens (T, 3k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary: Perhaps it’s a fool’s goal to keep Wei Wuxian from hurting himself. Perhaps it’s enough to stand by his side, to put him back together when he breaks.

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Stay Right Here and Hide by etymologyplayground (T, 3k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Wei Wuxian has always wanted Lan Wangji to look at him.

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~*~ time travel fix-it ~*~

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oh they call us young and free (hold the golden gates open) by Treha (T, 11k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Before he was feared for massacring people by the four digits, before he was the master of a mountain built of corpses and rage, Wei Wuxian was just a wild child with dreams too big to hold. He set them aside to drag the sun down to the earth, then let them go when he took his last breath. There is no room for blooming stars when the night sky is filled with smoke and screams.

Except now there are fluffy rabbits in the hills, less fluffy but equally cute duckling disciples trailing behind him, and a loving husband on one side and a loving son on the other. Perhaps it is time he picked up those long forgotten dreams.

::In which it's another time-travel fic, except there's very little substance and far too much prose - but at least there's happy endings all around.

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Lan Zhan time travels to the Burial Mounds by JelloMarshmallowGlade (T, 4k, wangxian) my bookmark here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji time travels, to a point in time in which Wei Wuxian is suffering, alone, in the burial mounds. And what can he do but rescue him?

- "Uncle, I come with news of Wangji." Lan Xichen's face is strange, and Lan Qiren is suddenly feels a headache coming on. He has no idea what to expect of the forthcoming news. "Yes," He says, "What of Wangji?" Some townspeople said they caught sight of a figure in white, on a sword, flying, in the early hours of the morning. Leaving the Burial Mounds." 'The Burial Mounds? What did Wangji deem so important that he left without a word, and during curfew as well, to such an accursed place?' "Apparently, he had another with him." Lan Xichen tongue seems to trip over itself at this point, and his eyes are twitching near-imperceptivity by habit. "They were sharing a sword, and one seemed… injured." Lan Qiren nods impatiently. "Continue," He commands. "The other was wearing black and red robes. I have reason to believe that was…" There was an uncomfortable pause. "Wei Wuxian, uncle." Xichen finishes.

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Family by Quiet_crash (G, 57k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  The truth of the matter was that when it came to taking care of people and their problems, both he and Wei Ying were of one mind. However, whereas Lan Wangji was taught to care for himself as much as other people, Wei Ying, from early age, was taught that him having needs was burdensome. He disregarded his own pain with frightening ease and offered up evey part of himself for others to use with no reservation.

Thus, Lan Wangji made sure that his husband’s needs were never overlooked, his hurts never unadressed.

So it was that when they purified an ancient temple and its goddess benevolently offered them each a wish in return, Wei Ying asked for his family: for Jiang Cheng to never have lost his parents and his core, for Jiang Yanli to never have lost her husband and her own life because of him; Lan Zhan asked for Wei Ying.

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What Your Heart Desires by pupeez4eva (M, 8k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Needless to say, he soon realises that he hasn’t even scratched the surface of the strangest parts of this new world yet. Like the fact that there is a book based entirely on his life.

(Wherein Wei Wuxian is reborn into a world where everything is different, his entire life is part of a novel, and where his new mother is apparently its biggest fan).

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things happen, don’t ask by MarbleGlove (T, 5k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Time travel from the outsider perspective mostly looks like you somehow missed *a lot* of character and relationship development.

AKA, that time sixteen-year-old Wei WuXian showed up at Cloud Recesses, took one look at Lan WangJi and declared, “That’s my future husband!” … and Lan WangJi said, “Mm.”

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Waiting by Morgana_avalon (G, 47k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  This story starts with Wei Ying falling to his death from that cliff at Nevernight. Of course he doesn’t die, or does he? When he finds himself at the jingshi where Wangji is kneeling in the snow, waiting for his mama to come back, Wei Ying wonders what he is nowadays; spirit, ghost, or human?

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❤️ Here Again (Spirits Rise, Unbroken) by TheDefenestrator (T, 74k, WIP - read it anyway!!!, wangxian) my post here.

or, Catharsis: The Fic

Summary: In which Wei Wuxian, shortly after being called into Mo Xuanyu’s body, is further forced into the past, where he proceeds to tumble his way into absolutely nailing a time travel fix-it.

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Looking at You Always, All Ways by Keysmashed (T, 29k, wangxian) my post here.

Summary:  Lan Wangji thought it was just a dream but the pain of being pierced in the chest by his own sword, by his own self whose appearance was taller and older was too real. The ground under his feet disappeared and he fell, and fell, and continued falling until a voice he thought he would never hear again broke his fall and suddenly, he was no longer falling. It was the voice he had so dearly missed.

Wei Ying’s voice.

—-A Time Travel Fix-It where Lan Wangji goes back in time to his first fateful encounter with Wei Wuxian for a chance to rewrite history.

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❤️Just a Tiny Mistake by Dudette_Mal (T, 58k, wangxian, WIP) my post here.

Summary:  Wei WuXian makes a mistake and wakes up to find himself in the past. Sure, he has a headache, but Lan WangJi is still there and everybody he loves is still alive (or will still be born). This is absolutely fine.

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❤️Wangxian’s Time-Travelling Shenanigans by pupeez4eva (T, 13k, (series in progress) my post here.

Summary (Part 1):  “Wei Wuxian ignored Jiang Cheng’s hysterical yell, the whispers that had suddenly broke out around them, the scandalised looks of the Gusu Lan disciples — or the way Lan Qiren’s face paled in a mixture of shock and horror — and pulled back, peering into Lan Wangji’s face. His face which, Wei Wuxian suddenly realised with mounting dread, was a lot younger than he remembered it being.”Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji end up in their younger bodies mid-way through the events at Guanyin Temple. Wei Wuxian isn’t about to let a little issue like that — or the numerous other people surrounding them — stop him from confessing his love.

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❤️Fallen by Jaywalker_Holmes (M, 151k, wangxian)  my post here.

Summary:  A cultivation accident in the future destroys Mo XuanYu’s frail body and sends Wei WuXian’s soul back into the past, in his six-year-old body. This time, armed with the knowledge of his future self and his love for his beloved Lan WangJi, he decides to rewrite his destiny and protect those he loves. Will the YiLing Patriarch have a happier life this time?

[condorclaw]

Waiting.

It's what Sam Nook was the best at.

The large mechanical creeper spent his days standing outside the towering structure of the Big Innit Hotel, keeping watch for potential customers, or potential troublemakers.

"Don't you ever get tired of standing here?" Jack Manifold had asked one day after a hostile confrontation between the two employees.

The answer was always no. Sam Nook never got tired of guarding the hotel. The task was never as boring as his peers made it seem. In fact, it was an exciting experience.

Sam Nook had been downloaded with the basic information of every server member, learning their names, heights, and basic personality traits with ease. However, the simple information couldn't compare to all he had noticed while speaking with them himself.

They all had their own stories to tell, and their own experiences to share. While standing guard, sometimes somebody would stop to speak with Sam Nook. Regardless if it was out of pity or for a genuine conversation, Sam Nook appreciated the gesture.

Captain Puffy would tell Sam Nook tales of her adventures, going into great detail when describing the scenery. It gave Sam Nook a thirst of adventure, making him feel like he was actually experiencing the harsh waves of the sea or the burning rays of the sun.

Eret regaled Sam Nook with history stories of their home. They would especially emphasize the horrible bits, including their traitorous actions as a leading cause for so much pain. Sam Nook could tell Eret still felt guilt after all this time, so as soon as Eret would finish their stories, Sam Nook offered the king a hug, which was gladly accepted.

Ranboo and Tubbo didn't have as many stories to share about the past, preferring to discuss what was happening in current moments. It was how Sam Nook became so fine-tuned to the social dynamic occurring, able to recognize specific actions relating to specific causes.

Even Sam himself would stop by frequently, checking up on his creation and making sure that Sam Nook was at tip-top shape. Sam Nook appreciated these check-ups, wanting to perform at his very best for his tasks. As Sam would make adjustments, he would tell Sam Nook small things about his life, and revealed quite a bit that he kept hidden to his other friends. Sam Nook swore to never tell anybody else unless Sam gave him permission. It was the least he could do for his creator.

Even though he was surrounded by such a colorful cast of characters, Sam Nook always looked forward to one in particular:

The big man himself, TommyInnit.

Tommy was loud and brash. He was young, yet experienced with conflict and war, masking it behind crude jokes and fragile confidence.

According to most others, Tommy was annoying and often unwanted. He was the source of problems and too impulsive for his own good. Sam Nook had occasionally heard mutterings of people wanting to ignore him or just shut him away somewhere. To an outsider, it sounded like Tommy was just some rabid stray animal who couldn't be caught.

But Tommy was more than that, and Sam Nook could see it firsthand. Tommy was passionate, loving to show off his accomplishments to his friends and being proud that he was the one able to do them. He took pride in the little things, and would frequently hype himself up when requested to perform tasks. Sam Nook was surprised at how quickly Tommy was able to get hotel materials, the boy being quite passionate to finish the build.

Outside of hotel work, the two had nice conversations. Tommy would curl up at Sam Nook's side, watching the stars in the sky and venting about his feelings. Tommy would always deny it whenever Sam Nook would bring his words up after that point, but it did warm Sam Nook's circuits to know how much Tommy trusted him to tell the robot these things in the first place.

After all, Sam Nook was built to be Tommy's guardian, and he took pride in that.

So Sam Nook was fine to wait.

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Waiting.

It was a lovely day, with animals gathering in groups to scrounge for food. The sun was shining as bright as ever, and the few clouds in the sky twisted into funny shapes.

Sam Nook activated his cameras, taking a couple shots of the gorgeous scenery. He mentally stashed the photos away in a specific directory, one meant for Tommy.

Ever since Tommy had become trapped in Pandora's Vault, Sam Nook found himself recording his surroundings every minute of every day. Tommy was missing so much being trapped in a gloomy place, so Sam Nook was determined to show him everything he missed.

As Sam Nook stashed away his last photo, he heard the faint sound of arguing. Turning his head 90° to the left, Sam Nook spotted Jack Manifold speaking to Tubbo, the two deep in some sort of conflict. Ranboo was towering over the two, but remained quiet, listening. The enderman spotted Sam Nook gazing in their direction, giving a nervous wave and a shrug of confusion. Sam Nook returned the wave before shifting his head back forward.

It felt like there was a lot more aggression since Tommy was gone. Normally the kid was so blunt that it made it hard to argue against him. He wasn't always right, but he could end conversations quickly when they weren't worth having.

The heated discussion only got worse as minutes stretched on, Sam Nook catching bits of it, but remained still. It was only the final shout of "FINE!" that caused Sam Nook to look over once more.

Jack Manifold passed in front of Sam Nook, his teeth clenched and his eyes narrowed as he made his way to the entrance of the hotel.

"WHAT BUSINESS DO YOU HAVE HERE, JACK MANIFOLD." Sam Nook questioned as the hotel cats started gathering by the robot's feet.

"Relax," Jack Manifold snarled, rolling his eyes. "I'm just doing a bit of redecorating. If Tommy doesn't like that, then he can tell me himself." Before Sam Nook could formulate a response, Jack Manifold had gone up the ladders in a hurry.

Sam Nook let out a huff of steam, focusing his attention on some of the cats that wandered around the hotel. Jack Manifold wasn't a good employee. He was only focused on keeping the hotel to himself, which didn't belong to him. It belonged to TommyInnit, as much as Jack Manifold tried to deny that.

Thankfully, Tommy was scheduled to be released in a few days. The news had initially made Sam Nook upset when Sam had told him, but Sam Nook immediately cheered up at the thought of Sam being with Tommy. Sam liked Tommy a lot, Tommy wouldn't be alone!

So Sam Nook was fine to wait.

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Waiting.

It was a stormy day, rain pouring down from the sky, almost as if the clouds were crying. Sam Nook didn't understand why it had to be such a gloomy day. After all, Tommy's first days out of prison should be happy!

Sam Nook hadn't seen Tommy once since the boy was scheduled for release, but that didn't worry him. Tommy was probably very busy reconnecting with all his friends. Eventually he'd come see Sam Nook.

The sound of Sam Nook's own shuttering cameras snapped the robot out of the slight daze he was in. The image was lovely, with red and white flowers spread all along the grass at the side of the path. Sam Nook didn't understand where these flowers were coming from, but they were very beautiful. He could only imagine Tommy's reaction to the gorgeous plants. Tommy would pretend to hate it at first, but would later go and water them all himself.

Out of the darkness of the rain, Sam Nook saw Ranboo and Jack Manifold emerge from one of the buildings. The two didn't appear to be engaging in conversation, and appeared rather sad. They continued walking until they stopped at the gates to the Big Innit Hotel, Jack Manifold opening them slowly.

Ranboo gave a slow wave to Sam Nook, who gave one in return. Ranboo had changed over the last few days. His normally colored eyes were slightly duller, and in his jacket pocket, a purple flower peaked out. Sometimes the enderman's hand would go to it, lighting stroking the flower's petals as if it were a pet.

Sam Nook was very curious about it, but there was still time to ask Ranboo about it in the future.

The more urgent concern was Jack Manifold, who was approaching the front of the hotel. Sam let out a few clicks, shifting his trident in his hands threateningly. Jack Manifold had been vandalizing the hotel lately, and Sam Nook wouldn't allow him to do it again.

Despite all the other times Sam Nook had threatened him however, Jack Manifold looked up at Sam Nook, looking weaker than ever. His eyes were glazed over too, and his form was drenched with rain. When he spoke, his words were soft. "Sorry, Sam Nook. I broke something yesterday. I'm just here to fix it."

In shock, Sam Nook didn't even reply to Jack Manifold as he climbed up the ladders. Jack Manifold was a liar sometimes, but that there had been the honest truth. It didn't make sense. Why now?

"Sam Nook."

The robot turned quickly, coming face-to-face with his creator. Sam's green had paled, and his armor no longer looked as shiny as it once had. It worried Sam Nook too, but Sam knew what he was doing. He could take care of it easily.

"HELLO, AWESAMDUDE. WELCOME TO THE BIG INNIT HOTEL."

Sam flinched at the hotel's title, perplexing Sam Nook even more. Did he not like the name? He was the one who chose it, though.

"Don't you get tired, standing here?" Sam asked softly, his voice hoarse. "What if Tommy-"

"I COULD NEVER GET TIRED OF MY JOB, AWESAMDUDE. IT IS A GREAT PLEASURE TO WORK ALONGSIDE TOMMYINNIT AT HIS AMAZING HOTEL. WHEN TOMMY COMES BACK, HE WILL BE VERY HAPPY."

Sam shut his eyes, his fists clenched at his side as if he was in pain. There was silence between the two for a couple of seconds.

"Yeah," Sam croaked out, tears starting to well up in his eyes. "He'll be very happy with this. Thank you, Sam Nook."

Sam Nook had never felt happier. Tommy would be very happy with his hotel, and together they could beat out the competition! Sam was right!

"THANK YOU, AWESAMDUDE. PREPARE FOR THE BIG INNIT HOTEL TO RULE THIS SERVER."

Sam nodded slowly, his mouth open, with only short puffs of breath coming out. Exhaling, he looked up, gave a polite bow to Sam Nook, and departed. Jack Manifold left shortly after Sam as well, only giving a quick farewell to the robot.

The sky may have looked like it was crying, but that didn't change Sam Nook's mood. The sky was crying out of joy, surely! The server couldn't wait for TommyInnit to return to his hotel, and neither could Sam Nook.

So Sam Nook was fine to wait. 

[jujutsubabe]

Library

Synopsis: (This is set when Gojo and Getou were in highschool) You are all in the library trying to practice presentations but Gojo can’t stop being distracting.

(I mean,,, no ship tbh? Kinda platonic reader insert but u can take it as Gojo flirting)

Word count: 1.7k

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A library is supposed to be silent, filled with studying and well focused people. It’s a place meant for peace and quiet, so everyone there can get a good grasp on their subjects without any distractions.

The library is known for being the best place to work in, you are surrounded by peers and books and computers of all kind. The amount of resources is unlimited, mixing alone and social time all into one setting, a beautiful design.

However, if you mix a quiet respectable place with three idiots, you tend to get the opposite of what a library is supposed to be.

The library was filled with your quiet snorts and giggles as you sat in the back of the room, you putting your hand over your mouth did nothing to silence you as you shook.

Gojo bit down on his lip as he tried to contain his laugh as well, waiting for the right timing to say another dumb joke.

You felt the stares of a few of your peers, but couldn’t help from giggling in your corner. It was one of those rare moments where you felt air escape your lungs in a good way, the crunching of your sides was a ticklish feeling. It was so carefree and fun, a simple memory you would keep every time you entered a library.

You turned to Gojo at the same time as him, trying to put on a serious face but when you saw his struggling one you couldn’t help but crack a huge smile and fall back into your lap cackling. He turned away snickering to his side as well.

You had been here for what felt like hours, you trying to go over your presentation but barely getting through the first slide with how Gojo suddenly wanted to be a comedian. Not letting you catch a break each slide.

It didn’t help that you were already behind in your presentation, he just fed into your procrastination. Making this workload ease into other hours of your day, it seemed like the only thing you could do for the day was work on this presentation.

Getou rested his chin on his hand, “You egg him on when you do that.”

“I know!” You wheezed, “But its so—so hard, I can’t focus.”

Gojo leaned in to whisper something else but Getou tilted his head, “Satoru, you’re a distraction.”

He pulled back, fixing his sunglasses with a wide grin. The class clown couldn’t help but make light of such a boring atmosphere, what was he even supposed to do in here? (Study Gojo… study…)

Picking on you two was way more fun than doing his fifty-billion already missing assignments.

“What?” He looked over his glasses, “It’s not my fault I’m this funny.”

“No, he’s right!” You took deep breaths, pulling into your center, “He’s right, let me try again and don’t distract me!” You pointed with a warning intent.

He grinned at you, playing on his innocent expression, which didn’t come across as very genuine.

It was like he called for attention to himself just by entering a room. No one could ignore him. So imagine how much harder it would be to ignore him if this giant ray of sunshine was sitting right next to you, pestering you every second.

“So,” you skimmed over your notes, “for this presentation, I wanted to research how the possible extinction of polar bears is such a condenen— conquential—conquista-- conse-”

“Are you trying to say consequential?” Geto asked.

There was a slight moment of silence, maybe half a second before, like a burst of a bubble, Gojo snorted and turned his head to the side giggling away. It didn’t help that his laugh was so contagious. It was like a yawn, when one person did it everyone else did.

Geto looked away, covering the slight curl of his mouth. He tried his best to be the mature one in the group but sometimes Gojo broke down that expectation with something as simple as giggling like a child.

Him trying to not smile mixed with Gojo’s actual laugh made it so much harder to not give in yourself. These two really couldn’t stop goofing around, no matter the situation.

You forced a frown, “Guys, It’s not funny!”

Gojo made a look at Getou, and Getou let out the lightest huff of air before shaking his head. “You’re right. Continue.”

“Thank you,” you cleared your throat, getting your notes in order, “I think it’s important to note that a big factor that could lead to their extinction are greenhouse gas em… emm...emnio—”

You squinted at the page, pulling it closer, you ignored Gojo’s pestering smile beside you. If you even looked at him you knew this would be all bad, he had a way of pulling you from work and not letting you get back to it.

Getou tapped the paper, “What’s wrong?”

You slid the paper to him, “I don’t know how to say that.”

He pulled the paper to his face with a slight frown. He blinked a few times, trying to not let confusion seep onto his face. With a little bit of inspecting, he eventually slipped the paper across for Gojo to help.

Gojo blinked back at the paper, a smile curling onto his face, “Is this your handwriting…?”

Getou hid his face while Gojo’s smile widened into a grin, then a chuckle, then a full on laugh, the both of them snickering onto themselves. You rolled your eyes, as Gojo banged his hand on the table like he saw the funniest thing on the damn planet.

These two were rolling over themselves over your sleep filled handwriting! It wasn’t even that funny!

You scoffed as the two went into hysterics over your handwriting, trying to fight off the smile crawling it’s way onto your face. It took so much to not give in.

It was all fun and games until a few students started to share a few looks from across the room. A few glared your direction, some actually leaving the place for a quieter place to study. No one seemed to enjoy your table's joy the same way you all were.

The three of you were being a nuisance to the quiet work environment, contradicting the point of a library with your presence. But why was laughing in the library more fun than laughing in your room with each other?

Was it the concept of breaking the rules that tickled you? Or maybe it was the hysteria of working on something for too long without breaks, forcing you all into taking a different kind of break.

None of you noticed when a select few students got up to talk to the teachers about you three. Whispering to the side and pointing a teacher your direction.

Your head popped up when you heard the light tapping of heels and keychains coming your direction. A more than pissed off adult looking straight towards your table.

You shook Gojo and grabbed his arm, “Dude shut up! Shut up the teachers coming!”

Before you could grab yourselves together, the teacher already arrived by your table, tapping on the desk until she got your attention. “I’m going to need you all to quiet down or leave. You’re being a distraction.”

Gojo quirked a brow, opening his mouth, but you spoke up before he said something disrespectful.

“Sorry.” You nudged the guy next to you, “We’ll be more quiet.”

She pursed her lips as she did a once over of you all, definitely memorizing your faces. You lot were making this poor lady do more than needed on her shift. She probably couldn’t wait until you guys messed up again so she could kick you out for good.

“Thank you.” She did a last sharp look before she eventually turned, walking away to the front desk again. Full hawk eyes on your table.

You turned around to the group, trying to regain composure. It was so awkward having her stare and know that you had to be on your best behavior. Everyone sat silently, no one even moving.

Until Gojo leaned back in his seat, twisting his head to look at you. You tried your best to not look at him…you could literally feel his stare through your head. He was insufferable.

…However, you couldn’t help the curiosity and slowly turned your head to meet his eyes. Just one look and his face flooded into a winced grin, already trying to hold back laughter with a squeaking sound from him.

With that, your composure broke and you released a set of giggles while Getou covered his mouth. Just like that Gojo won, he ate this attention up, releasing his own dumb fit of laughter.

You guys really couldn’t go a minute in silence could you?

Getou smiled and stood from the table, “Were not getting anything done. Let’s get food.”

You nodded, you were surprised it took this long for someone to realize that. This was a highly anticipated break you put off for too long, not realizing just how much time was wasted goofing off until now.

“I want ice cream!” Gojo slung your bag over his shoulder.

You blinked between the two as they gathered their belongings, starting to disperse from the table. You were still getting yourself together, scrambling with your things as the tall pair strided to the exit. “Guys wait up!”

They very much did not wait up, if anything it seemed as though their pace got quicker. (Gojo even looked back before grinning that sinister smile of his and walking faster.)

When you darted out of the seat, you just so happened to glance back at the table.

It had a few balled up sheets of paper under it, (that Gojo made and threw at the both of you) the chair’s weren’t pushed in, and if you looked closely you could see a few doodles sprawled along it.

For some reason, the table setting that would definitely piss off that teacher, made you smile. It showed proof that you and your friends had been there, that a few teens were messing around and having fun before they left.

Which you did, you made a good memory today. Those small moments of laughing at dust with friends, warmth from being so happy, comfort from having a tight bond.

It was all you needed, and all you wanted to remember anyways.

[corpsentry]

january: an art retrospective

i did some stuff last month (but it’s a lot of stuff and there’s a photodump + some Serious Fucking Reflection, so it’s all below the cut)

so ok, let’s start with this. here are some heads. each head has a red arrow. that red arrow is what i call the red line of the devil. it’s the slope of the face from the side of the eye to the cheekbone and then down towards the chin. up until like 2 weeks ago, i couldn’t draw it. i couldn’t fucking draw it. i would edit over that part of the face over and over again until i was frustrated and tired and i had a raging homosexual headache and it still never looked right. notice that each head is different. notice that each head looks wrong.

at the start of 2021 i finally admitted to myself, as per the image above, that i was deeply, deeply unhappy with my art. what was the problem? i dunno. but i decided i was going to fix it and i was going to do so via another one scribble a day event wherein for every day of january i would find a photo of a human head, and i would draw it.

january 1st, 2021. i was embarrassed to tweet this even on my private account where like 5 friends and a rock would see it. in retrospect, you can also see all of my bad habits emerging like dicks from a hole in the ground. it’s disproportionate. the brows look flat. the eyes are slanting upwards. the entire drawing looks flat, like this isn’t a 3d person but a caricature of one.

january 2nd, 3rd, 4th:

on the 2nd i decided to start a separate thread for doodles and applied learning. here’s the first set of tests

the rest of the week is kind of uneventful so we’re going to skip those. fast forward to january 11th

this one is especially bad. i am acutely aware, suddenly, that i am not changing anything at all. i’m stressed and miserable about it because i’m still trying to see people as people and trying to draw people that look attractive and proportionate and hot. my friend, leny, reminds me that i need to think about faces in terms of planes. i have a moment. my other friend masha sends me some links to anatomy tutorials. i have another moment.

january 11th. applied sketch

january 13th is when i start the troubleshooting process. the link above drives me mad because i’m pretty happy with the face but then i realize that there’s something very fucking wrong with the shape of the head LOL and then i realize that i’ve never had any idea what the proportion of the face to the rest of the skull is so i grit my teeth and i open a new canvas and i

bald studies. it seemed like the right thing to do. can’t draw heads? ok draw some heads. look at some photographs. i traced each photo but tried to stick to straight lines so that i could replicate the shapes more easily. i broke each face down into shapes. i thought about airplanes

i got really excited. i started doing studies, then applied studies, then stylized studies.

sketches. i’m not sure what’s going on (as always) and it’s very rough, but they look different from the sketches i did on january 2nd. that’s a start

january 16th’s daily study. looks more like a person now. juuuuuust a bit

more applied studies

on the 18th i take a break and go stare at some lips because i don’t understand how the fuck they work. again, i focus on shapes, on volume, on the fact that these things exist in 3d. holy fuck lips exist in 3d. holy fuck we are real

january 19th. i’m working on it.

january 22nd. some sketches + a daily study. it has finally occurred to me that heads can tilt up and down and that things look different accordingly. yes i was not aware of this before. yes i have been drawing for over a decade.

january 23rd. by this point after doing my daily sketch i almost always go back and do an applied study which is basically to say i drew a lot of fucking links. this one looks kind of okay. i’m kind of proud

january 25th. links. trying to make sense of everything i’ve learned

26th, 27th, 28th. daily studies

january 1st. january 31st

The End Of The Photo Dump (dab)

ok NOW i get to talk about what i discovered while studying the shit out of human beings

FIRST OF ALL, there is something precious and magical about drawing shit without the explicit knowledge that you’re going to tweet that shit out to 45 people later. it takes the burden of perception off your shoulders and that does something to you, or at least that’s my theory. i told myself i wouldn’t post any of this stuff until the end of the month (if i wanted to post it at all) and kept everything off my public social media accounts and that meant i could draw ugly as hell without worrying about who would point and laugh, which i absolutely fucking did. a lot of these are fucking trainwrecks. most of these are fucking trainwrecks. why do they look like that?? why??? this doesn’t look like the work of someone who’s allegedly been drawing since they were in kindergarten, does it?????

here’s why: because that person took a huge motherfucking swing at everything they’d ever known about art and spent a month building something new in its place. the abstract explanation is that i grew up on shoujo and weird old anime and my understanding of anatomy was unironically kamichama karin and while i love kamichama karin, when kamichama karin is your rule even if you try to break it, you’re going to end up going nowhere. “you have to know the rules to break them”, yeah? well i didn’t know shit. the abstract explanation is i’ve been miserable about my art for a few years now because i saw other people doing things effortlessly which i couldn’t and instead of going back to the basics, i tried to do what they did (not plagiarism, mind you, i mean i literally tried to copy the red line of the devil i mentioned above because i couldn’t even make that happen) and then i fucking failed.

the simple explanation is this. i had to unlearn everything, and relearn it again (like some kind of new renaissance clown, what the fuck is this?)

take this for example. all my life i’ve drawn faces in the order: eyes, nose, mouth, face shape, head. this works for some people, im aware, but it was something central to how i had always drawn, so i decentralized it. i said fuck you to the old me and changed the order up. now i start with the nose, then the eyes, mouth, the chin line, and the sides of the face. now i force myself to think about the human head as a series of parts interacting with each other instead of a bunch of disparate features which i want to look pretty.

or let’s use this zelda from last year. something about this looked wrong last october, the way something about all of my drawings looked wrong, but i couldn’t pinpoint it for hell the way i couldn’t articulate Any of my feelings about the visual arts. now, looking back, here’s what i see. that nose is sticking out far too much given how she’s not really facing very far away from the camera. that ear at the back shouldn’t be there. her forehead is too big. she doesn’t have a forehead. what the fuck is up with the shape of her head?

so apparently reject modernity embrace tradition has its roots in alt-right terminology and i’m not very horny for the alt-right (you understand), but the spirit survives here. you know sometimes you have to admit that you have no idea what the fuck you’re doing and draw people for 31 days. i’ve spent my whole life drawing stylized people and while again there are artists who have no issue with this, i veered off the track of the Good and the Holy and couldn’t get back on. i had no point of reference because i’d never thought about what an actual human being looks like, so i had no way to fix what i knew in my gut looked wrong but wouldn’t come out better.

this was hard. this was like oikawa tooru swallowing his worthless pride and admitting that ushijima wakatoshi had gotten the best of him for the last time in his high school career, but in haikyuu!! by furudate haruichi oikawa tooru fucks off to argentina and then joins the argentinean national team, and you know what, i think i’ve made it to argentina (not the team just the country). as per the golden rule of dont fucking move until you’re at least two thirds of the way through the month, i only started trying to draw Shit shit on like the 22nd or something, but i was happy with that i created. i am happy with what i’ve done. i’ve posted like 2 things this month that involve people with what i now call ~applied Knowledge~~ and they’re, like, not perfect obviously (perfection is an unattainable ideal), but i’m fucking proud of them. i didn’t spend 5 hours hunched over my laptop adjusting the red line of the devil because it’s not a devil’s line anymore. because i finally sorta get how people work. because i sat down and i said ‘we are not going to fuck with this misery shit anymore’ and then i did that. it’s just a line now.

here are 2 collages tracking my painstakingly carved out progress from january 2nd to february 2nd because i’m a slut for collages

and here’s what i’ve done to my art! the same person drew these but also Not Really! you know! for the first time in a year i don’t immediately hate what i’ve drawn. you know what guys? art is fucking fun. zelda’s forehead doesn’t scare me anymore because i know how foreheads fucking work now, and i don’t know everything, and i’m going to keep troubleshooting stuff as i go (i want to draw a skeleton. like a. i want to draw a goddamn skeleton guys) but i’m honestly and genuinely proud of what i’ve done in the span of a month, and i’m also in disbelief. i started this month-long challenge out as a last ditch effort to make peace with my art because i’ve been tired for a long time and i was ready to kick the bucket on drawing people altogether. i didn’t think anything would happen. nothing’s happened for years. i’ve been miserable for years.

this was the caption for january 1st, 2021. i was super, super fucking embarrassed and it looks like super fucking shit, but you know what, i think i did in fact triumph over the bullshit. surprisingly enough, when you put in consistent effort into something, You Will See Results. didn’t see that coming, did you? i know i didn’t.

this isn’t a success story. it’s a happiness story. i never gave a shit damn about the institute of art or whatever, i was just mad at myself because what i saw in my head didn’t match up with what was on the canvas. and now it’s getting better. now i’m calibrating the compass. now drawing not just backgrounds but also people is exciting to me, and i can stick my links in your face and tell you ‘they hot’. i’m going to keep doing that. i’m going to keep going until i drop off the side of the earth and then spiral towards mars like some kind of fairy, and then i’m going to create something beautiful.

thanks for reading. here’s a pr department link for sticking around until the end

[quixotic-writer]

Lesson Plans and Challenges

Summary: Q thought it’d be funny to poke some fun at his girlfriend who works as a teacher. She makes him put his money where his mouth is and challenges him to work a day at her job.

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It started as him joking around about me organizing my lesson plans for the week saying ‘what are you stressed about? Coloring book page due?’ Then I challenged him to a day at my workplace. I went easy on him though, telling him he could come during a shift at the after school program I do for extra pay and he agreed. Here we are waiting for school to get out, classroom doors open with students looking outside at us with eager smiles.

“It can’t be that hard. I mean, you just spend these few hours outside and kids are constantly getting picked up so the population is always slowly lowering.”

“Coming from the man who doesn’t know how to talk to kids. Everyone knows this Bri. It’s very clearly shown on your little show you have.” I playfully banter with him.

“I have nieces and nephews, I know how to interact with kids.”

“Have you handled 38 at once?” His demeanor quickly drops the moment I give him a number and I start giggling, “It’s a whole grade level and it’s the largest group too. Did you not take that into account love?” He shakes his head and I see his nerves rise. “I’m sure you’ll make it out alive. The kids will find you hysterical. Just be sure to watch your foul mouth. PG settings on for today.”

“No promises that something won’t slip out.” I roll my eyes and the school bell rings and a flood of students make their way outside.

“Better clean up your act then because here they come.” I say with a smile and crack open the attendance book getting my pen ready with a wide smile as familiar faces run over to greet me.

“Ms. Sparkle! Ms. Sparkle! Look I have glasses now and I can see the board in class now!” One of the young ones jumped for joy as I marked him down as present in the attendance book.

“Well careful there Micah. Don’t want to break them right after you got them do you?” He shakes his head with a cheeky grin until his eyes dart over to Brian.

“Ms. Sparkle? Who the heck is this guy?” He points over to Brian and I try and stifle my laughter. “Who are you? Do you work here now? Most helpers are young and you’re too old to be here.” I couldn’t help but laugh audibly at that blow. Brian’s eyes went wide.

“And what makes you think i’m so old, kid?” He asks in a joking tone.

“Lots of gray hair and you have a huge beard.”

“Okay Micah, go take a seat and I'll dismiss you guys to play in a bit.” He smiles and trots away to go sit down against the wall and patiently waits for others to arrive. I shake my head and smile as I continue taking attendance. The wonders of working with kids. They just speak their honest mind and have no filter. It always makes for the most interesting conversations that I treasure.

“What’s with the ms. Sparkle thing?” Brian asks.

“Oh anyone that works in the afterschool program gets their own personalized nickname. I was dubbed Ms. Sparkle. Sami, another helper who works here, is called ms. raccoon because the kids said she looks like a human raccoon since she has dark bags under her eyes and the dark clothes she wears. Can’t wait to see what the kids come up with for you.” The line of kids continues as I check everyone off in the attendance book and they all line up on the sidewalk and talk amongst each other. Every student that comes and goes looks at Brian sideways before going off to the rest of the group. Some were more persistent with questions before I had to tell them that I'll be explaining shortly. Once everyone was accounted for, I turned to face the countless smiling faces. “Good afternoon guys, how was your day?” A mixed chorus of responses flood from all of them. Brian stands close to me and all their little eyes direct towards him. “So I have a special announcement to make for today guys.”

“Is that guy your boyfriend Ms. Sparkle?” My train of thought was quickly derailed as a student blurted out that question. A chorus of ‘ooh Ms. Sparkle has a boyfriend!’ comes from the students and Brian turns red and I snicker.

“This is Mr. Quinn, he’s my helper for today. We all remember how we treat others right?”

“The way we want to be treated!” They all respond. I smile and beam with pride.

“Awesome guys. You are all dismissed!” Just like that, the kids are quick to their feet and they all take off running to the playground. Both Brian and I stand together and watch as the kids congregate into their little groups and do their own things. Some were running around for a game of tag, some sat under the tree nearby with their toys and imaginations, and some sat near their bags with their noses in a book.

“So… What now?” Brian leans in and whispers to me.

“Well, make some rounds! Scope out the scene and keep an eye on them. Baseline rules are to be kind to each other, no bad language or toilet talk, no dangerous stunts on the playground.” I wave him off and with hands in his pockets he circles around the playground looking at all the kids unsure of how to start a conversation with any of them since they all seemed occupied with their own things. Around the corner pops in my usual helper, Sami. She gives a smile to me as she approaches and places her bag down. “You got an easy day today y’know.”

“Why’s that?” She asked as her eyes naturally darted around the playground making sure all the kids are in proper order and not getting into any mischief. I nod my head over to Brian who’s talking to a couple of boys off on the side of the playground.

“Brian came in to help for the day.” Sami snickers.

“Uh huh. And what do you mean by ‘help’?” She continues chuckling knowing all the stories I've told her about Brian’s history with kids. As I look up, I see kids climbing all over Brian like a jungle gym. One is riding on his back, two hanging and swinging off of each arm, and another connected to his leg like glue. He laughs as he tries to move about the playground with kids attached to him, each of them hollering out and laughing just as loud as he tries to shake them off. He seemed to be doing perfectly fine with the kids and something about that made my heart overflow with a river of love. Sami strolls off to give Brian a hand with the kids. With a few quick words the kids peeled off of Brian like water off a duck’s back, relief washes over him as he chuckles. My attention is quickly redirected to a few girls standing before me, the cute little clique of the sassy sweet ones.

“Hello girls, how was school today?”

“Ms. Sparkle, is Mr. Quinn your boyfriend?” Had a feeling this is what they’d be asking.

“Yeah! Do you like… Kiss and hold hands.” They all lean in with eager anticipation. I wasn’t sure how to answer this. I mean, it wasn’t a bad thing to tell the kids that I do have a boyfriend, but I wasn’t sure how far or how weird the questions were going to be. Kids just ask anything without a second thought.

“Mr. Quinn is my boyfriend. I love him very much.” Short, sweet, and to the point.

“Maybe you should date someone younger Ms. Sparkle. He has too much gray hair.”

“Well I like his gray hair. I think my boyfriend is very handsome as he is.” There he was with a bright smile on his face, talking away with a kid sitting on the rock wall.

“Gross.” And just like that, the girls were off to go and gossip elsewhere. I shake my head and laugh.

Time goes on and I watch with a smile as Brian starts warming up more and more to each of the kids as the hours pass. I didn’t interfere much or bother him because I wanted him to flourish by himself like I knew he could. He had a hard time keeping up with their more physically active demands such as games of tag, Brian being a human jungle gym, and showing off how strong he was by lifting kids with little to no effort. I’d occasionally see him hunched over catching his breath or scrunched down in attempts to take heaping gulps from the kid’s water fountain. It was funny seeing him, a fully grown man, crunching himself down a few sizes in desperation for some hydration.

He’d socialize with the kids too, answering some of their strange and unfiltered questions, telling stories about when he was a kid, and just listening to kids tell him all about their favorite things. Shockingly, it wasn’t all strictly firefighter stories like I expected it to be. Of course he did have a few of those stories to share, but instead he built off of what the kids were talking about and eased into the conversation rather than redirecting it entirely.

They dubbed him “Mr. Grizzly” because apparently reminded them of a bear. Very fitting in my opinion. My teddy bear.

Of course, there isn’t a day that goes by without a little bit of conflict. Part of me wished it was just a simple disagreement between two kids, a normal occurrence that’s easy to mediate and resolve. The wails of pain distinguished this as my other fear: an injured child. Immediately my head whips around to find where the cries are coming from and I see a circle of students right next to the walkway which told me exactly where the problem was. I quickly run over into the center of the circle to see Brian and Sami kneeling down with a kid that has a nasty gash on her knee from falling over. Tears were plentiful and cries of pain filled the silence. My heart broke as my adrenaline rose.

“Sami, grab a first aid kit, some paper towels both wet and dry.” Brian quickly took charge of the situation, as he tried calming down the student with calming words of ‘hey, it’s okay, i’m gonna fix you right up.’

“What happened?” I quickly asked.

“Seems Lily here took a nasty f–” the ‘f’ was dragged out. I knew exactly what he had been planning on saying, but he quickly switched up his words back to PG family friendly mode, “fall here on the sidewalk running.” Sami was quick to bring over everything Brian had asked for and he took them all in hand. “Thanks Sami. Now, let’s get to cleaning this up, okay?” He washed away all the blood, patting it with a wet then a dry paper towel. He dug through the first aid kit to grab some neosporin and a band aid and quickly patched Lily up.

“There… We… Go!” With a smile he leans away to take a look at his handiwork. His eyes look back up to Lily’s. She thankfully wasn’t crying anymore and he took another paper towel to carefully dry up her tears. “Does that feel better now?” She nods her head, still frowning a bit. “Oh now we can’t have a sad face on you anymore. I know what’ll help though!” He holds out his arms to her and she jumps right in with a smile as he wraps his arms tight around her and rocks her back and forth, “Mr. Grizzly bear hug!!” Lily was giggling and smiling as she was encased in his arms and I couldn’t help but smile and laugh along. Soon he released her and she was back to her old self and took off running to rejoin her friends.

“Look at you Mr. Grizzly.” I tease his new name and he smiles. “You handled that super well you know. I’m proud of you.” He lights up and if he were a dog, I just know his tail would be wagging like crazy.

“Well working in the FDNY has helped prepare me for times like these. No big deal.” Kids call to him and just like that, he was pulled back in to entertain the little ones.

The day flew by a lot quicker after that. No more incidents, no more sad faces, nothing but smiles and laughter came from the kids from then on. The day came to a close and the last kid finally went home, waving goodbye to me and fellow staff members they recognized before hopping into their car and riding off home. I place my binder away and file away everything from today that I needed to. I said goodbye to everyone and sent Sami on her way. Bri and I got into the car and he eased back into the seat of the car.

“What’s wrong honey bear? Did the coloring book page tire you out?”

“You too with the bear names?” He chuckles. “You know what, I see what you mean babe. That was tiring as hell. I almost slipped a few swear words here and there. I know for sure I'm gonna be feeling it tomorrow, felt like a human jungle gym. The kids were all over me. And you do this every day?”

“Mmm, I don’t do the after school thing every day. Just sometimes because I know the after school program is understaffed on certain days. It’s easier than actually teaching. That’s a horse of another color.”

“I bet. After this, I don’t think I can imagine that.”

“But you know, I love every moment of it. Good or bad. I wouldn’t trade this job for anything.”

“I would.” We both burst into laughter.

“Well you did great today Mr. Grizzly, you did everything just right.” With that we decided to head on home. I made my point today that my job wasn’t coloring books and glitter, but I also brought out a side of Brian that I never thought I would. One that actually does love kids despite him being too stubborn to say it.