#it's actually already more than 50.000 words

[gigiwoof]

If someone posted a fanfic about Itadori, Yuta and Megumi reacting to Gojo's past and future in the same room with PAST Geto Suguru and PRESENT Gojo....

Would you read it?

Just asking for a friend...

[zuucc]

MORE THAN A VANVOUVER SUNSET: What if…

… Mat had given in?

Summary: What If Mat had given into Emma, that night in his car? What if he’d thrown his principles out the window and given into what they both wanted so badly? This story is a spin on what would’ve happened in Mat’s car that night after their trip to Sunset Beach - the trip that definitely was not a date - if Mat hadn’t been so stubborn, and so adamant about taking her on a date first.

Warnings: Smut, more cursing than actual sentences

Word Count: 3600 (including excerpt)

Author’s note: I wrote the first 50.000 words to More Than a Vancouver Sunset when I was supposed to be writing my bachelors thesis. That´s just about three years ago now, which is just mind blowing on its own. The fact that this story still spins through my head still, is maybe even worse? Anyways, I’ve got a week long exam and just like before, that makes me want to write everything but that. It´s not like MTAVS doesn’t have enough smut as it is, but banging my head against table has got me coming up with all kinds of shit. Needless to say - it’s spicy. I know I’m not really on here anymore, and for most people I’m just someone you’ll occasionally see on someone’s Mat Barzal, Tyson Jost or William Nylander fic rec list. I don’t even think half the people I used to talk to on here back then are still here, but I hope this finds someone who’s interested. And this could be read as a stand alone, you do not have to have read the 80k nightmare that is More Than a Vancouver Sunset to read this.

I hope you enjoy.

In cursive, you will find an extract from More Than a Vancouver Sunset, with what leads up to this story. If you haven’t read the full story - Mat has previously stated that Emma is not the kind of girl he’d just fuck, he would like to take her on a date first. He’s brought her to watch the sunset at the beach, but didn’t call it date out of fear. Though it really feels like a date to Emma and he did end up kissing her.

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His hand started laced with hers, their fingers intertwined, resting in her lap as they began the drive back home. The conversation flowed freely, and it hit Mat square in the chest that though their lives had taken completely different paths after high school, they still shared many of the same experiences and they still had so much in common – hell they’d even ended up in the same city. Soon, his hand was gripping her thigh lightly and Emma’s own hand curled around his wrist, moving back and forth in a soothing manner. 

“I have to admit, my crush on you came back pretty quickly,” he hummed, looking over at her for a split second before he turned his attention back to the road ahead, causing Emma to laugh. 

“Yeah, a little faster than I’d like to admit,” she agreed, and Mat nodded along. He was pulling onto her street, but he didn’t want to let her go just yet. The digital clock on his dash had pushed past eleven and Emma’s parents’ house was dark when he pulled into the driveway. He turned the car off, already knowing that he wouldn’t just be saying goodbye and backing out again. He looked over at the beautiful girl sitting next to him, and she was already looking back at him. They both smiled, looking at each other for way too long before they both burst out in giggles. They’d talked non stop all the way back and now it seemed that they were both out of words. 

“Come here,” Mat chuckled, pulling her closer by her hand and meeting her halfway. They both smiled into the short kiss, their eyes meeting for a second before their lips did, though this time the kiss was loaded with all the sexual tension that had seemed to make the air thick all around them. Emma’s nose brushed against Mat’s before the kiss deepened, the open mouthed kiss sending warmth through both their bodies. While Emma slid her hands up his chest, Mat’s dropped to her thighs, his grip a bit tighter and moving a bit higher than where it had been on the way home. 

Mat hummed into the kiss when her hands slid back to his neck, her fingers instantly moving into his thick hair and curling into fists. Their tongues met in a slow slide against each other, sending a wave of want crashing between Emma’s thighs, as she moaned into the kiss – not even embarrassed at the sound, simply just wanting his lips on hers, or anywhere else on her body – that’d be fine too, and his hands roaming. Mat could feel his pants getting tighter with every kiss they shared and Emma seemed to get more impatient; little moans slipping past her lips, her fingers clenching in his hair, doing everything she could to press herself closer to him, only to be stopped by the center console. Mat reached for the little button on the side of his seat, taking his seat the last few inches back. 

“What are you doing?” Emma asked, not pulling far away, her lips still moving against his while she spoke. 

“Just come here,” he hummed, kissing her hard but quick as he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and the other sliding across her back to curl around her waist. He pulled her body closer to his before he simply lifted her over the center console with very little help and effort from Emma, letting her straddle his lap. That in itself had Emma grinding her hips down onto his immediately, making a groan escape his throat in unison with the moan she pressed against his mouth. 

“Fuck, Em,” Mat said, groaning into her kiss, his hands on her hips as she ground against him. The shortened version of her name falling from his lips along with his hardening member under her, hit her perfectly between her legs whenever she rolled her hips over his, and it was pushing her further along the road to desperation. His hands moved slowly up her sides as their lips slotted together, so slowly it nearly had Emma placing her hands on his to push them to where she wanted them most. He pulled away from her lips, his own glistening and swollen as he looked up at her with dark, lust-filled eyes. Emma looked back at him with the same look on her face, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and Mat’s attention was caught, his hands finally covering her breasts. He kissed her deeply, but only for a few seconds before he started a trail down the side of her neck as Emma pushed her hair back out of the way for him. 

“Let me take you out on a date,” he spoke, his lips moving against the sensitive skin right beneath the line of her jaw. One of his arms wrapped around her waist while the other stayed on her boob, massaging it in his hand. Emma’s neck craned back to let him have as much space as possible, her hand fisted in his dark curls. 

“I thought this was a date,” She breathed, her body pressing against his, desperate to be with him – desperate to have him naked against her, desperate for him to be inside her. 

“No,” he said, shaking his head against her as he kept leaving kisses down her neck. Emma moaned as he found a particularly sensitive spot. She rolled her hips into his and she could feel him fully hard beneath her. She was sure the particularly nice thong she’d decided to wear was soaked through. 

“You don’t have to take me out first – before you fuck me,” she moaned, clenching her fist in his hair. The words falling from her mouth along with the pull of his hair had Mat groaning and pulling back from where he’d been leaving kisses on her skin.

“I’ll take you out – tomorrow,” he said, making Emma swallow hard. He really wasn’t going to fuck her tonight, and she didn’t know how to deal with the fire burning in the pit of her stomach. She pressed her forehead to his, closing her eyes. They were both breathing hard. 

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” she sighed, brushing her nose against his. Matt chuckled, kissing her lightly, but long enough to leave a tingle on her lips. 

“I’m sure you can feel what you’re doing to me,” he breathed, placing his hands on her hips and pushing her against him. A breathy moan fell from her lips, making a soft smile tug on his. 

“I’m so wet right now, I’ll probably leave a mark on your pants,” Emma told him, not even embarrassed about it. He was wearing a pair of dark green cargo pants that did wonders for both his ass and his thighs, so no, she wasn’t going to be embarrassed about leaving a mark on them. Not when he was making her feel like this. 

“You can’t just say that,” he groaned, letting his head fall back on the headrest. Emma smirked, trailing her fingers down his chest, towards his abs. Mat locked his gaze to her fingers, following them down his torso all the way until it slipped under his t-shirt. He looked up at her again as her hand flattened out over his abs. 

“And you can’t just look like this, and kiss me like that, and expect me to not be wet for you,” she dared, feeling brave and risky now. She was horny, and she’d practically begged for him to fuck her already, so she had nothing to lose. This time it was Mat who smirked.

“What made you decide to wear this dress tonight?” he asked, his smirk turning cocky as his hands moved from her hips to her thighs. Emma smiled, looking out the window for a second to compose herself. 

“I like the way it fits around my hips,” she grinned. He somehow managed to look even more smug than he already was with his fingers curling around the side of her thighs, pulling her just a little bit closer. 

“So, you did this on purpose?” he asked then, his hands moving back to her hips, but this time under her dress. His thumb rubbing back and forth on a spot right beneath one of the double bands on her thong, and then slipping under it just to tease. 

“I did – I even put on nice underwear for you,” she said. He could hear the hitch in her breath when he pulled his thumb away and let the band smack back on her skin. 

“You’re not even wearing a bra,” he smirked, having already figured that out when she climbed into the car hours ago now and he’d sure gotten it confirmed when he had his hands on her earlier, only feeling the thin material between his hands and her boobs. 

“Doesn’t mean I’m not wearing a nice pair of undies, though,” she smirked back, finding his smug expression faltering just a little bit. With his attention fully on her, Emma moved her hand out from under his shirt, finding the hem of her dress instead and lifting it just enough for him to see the white lace covering her most intimate part, and the two bands sitting high on her hips. 

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, letting his hands fall back down to her thighs, his thumb sliding underneath the lacy fabric. He looked up to meet her stare, keeping eye contact as the finger slipped further down to where the material was actually soaked. Pushing the thong to the side, he let his finger slide through her slit, watching her as her mouth fell open and her eyes closed. 

“I thought you had to take me on a date first,” she breathed, letting her head fall to rest her forehead against his, her fingers finding their place in his hair again. 

“That was just before fucking you,” he smirked, though through his tone it was clear that he was nearly as affected as she was. Emma moaned as he slipped closer to her hole, almost falling against him. Their noses brushed against each other and their lips met just as he slid one long finger into her. The desperate moan vibrating against his lips sent blood rushing towards his dick, even if he’d been hard for a long time already and he could feel himself twitching in his pants. The moan that followed when he pressed another finger into her had him wondering what sounds she was going to make when he’d get to push his length into her. He would’ve fucked her right there in the front seat of his car if he hadn’t been so fucking stubborn. But there was the fact that he didn’t want to have sex with her for the first time in his car in her parents’ driveway. He wasn’t really much of a romantic, but he’d like to take his time with her – in a bed. 

“Fuck, Mat,” she groaned, her lips capturing his before she pushed her tongue against his. Oh, what she’d do to have his tongue between her legs right now. Mat loved the way she said his name, and he looked forward to hearing her moan it again as he placed his thumb on her clit and started rubbing circles. He started pumping his fingers in and out of her, her juices running down his fingers and making him want nothing more than to lick it all up. Her mouth fell open as he curled his fingers inside of her, her head falling back as a string of moans left her lips. 

“Just want to taste you, baby,” he mumbled as she gasped at the loss of his fingers, her eyes heavy as she followed them into his mouth, his lips locking around the two long fingers dripping with her arousal. The pet name sent another wave crashing through her body, and that, along with the sight of Mat licking her juices off his fingers, had her falling forward, her lips and tongue against his as soon as his fingers were pushing back inside her. The taste of herself mixed with what she learned was the taste of Mat, was something she could definitely get used to. 

“Oh my god,” she moaned against his lips, the feeling of his fingers deep inside her too much, yet far from enough all at the same time. She pulled away from his kiss and immediately reached for the straps of her dress that were tied in little bows on her shoulder, tugging at their ends and letting the front fall down to expose her bare chest.

“It’s too fucking hot in here,” she whined, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Mat’s lips hung slightly open, lips burning red and and glistening from kissing her. His eyes were dark and lustful, alternating between her face and her naked chest, her pink nipples begging him to touch them.

“You are unbelievable,” he mutters, more so to himself than to Emma. She grins, unsure if it’s her body or her persistence he’s referring to, but happy with herself either way. She grips his t-shirt in her fist and pulls him closer, pushing up on her knees in order to let him fit his mouth around her nipples. The moans erupting from her throat were so desperate that she’d normally be embarrassed, but she was desperate and she couldn’t care less in that moment.

“Fuck, Emma,” he cursed again. She’d started meeting him halfway as she fucked herself onto his fingers, meeting his knuckles as he thrusted the length of his fingers into her.

“You’re really making me do this, huh?” He asked, more so rethorically. His words were barely audible as he dragged his lips from one of her boobs to leave a trail of wet kisses up to her collarbones.

“What?” Emma breathed, too focused on the feeling that was filling her body and gathering into a big ball of pleasure in her lower stomach, begging to explode.

“You’re making me break my promise, baby,” he whispered, his lips having made their way up her neck, stopping right beneath her ear. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be inside her. Never before had he wanted something so badly. Sure, he could make her come with his fingers, and she would be somewhat satisfied, but the way she was begging for him? It did things for his ego that he couldn’t really explain and he needed to give her what she wanted - what they both wanted. He’d never felt so wanted by anyone. And truthfully, it was starting to hurt with how incredibly hard she was making him.

“Fuck, really?” She nearly cried, gasping as he pulled his fingers out of her. His fingers were wet with her arousal, but neither of them cared when he placed both hands on her hips and pushed back on his thighs. He nodded to answer her question.

Emma hurried to get her hands on the waistband of his pants, opening the button and pulling down the zipper as fast as she could. Simultaneously, Mat slipped his thumbs into both his pants and his boxers, ready to pull them down as soon as she’d gotten them open. Emma cursed again as his erection finally sprung free and slapped against his abs - his t-shirt having ridden up ages ago.

“Fuck, Emma, come here,” he begged, reaching out to grab her hip to pull her closer with the one hand and finding the button on the side of his seat, reclining it in order to make the ordeal easier. It would’ve been easier to move to the backseat, or just sneak into Emma’s bedroom, but right now this just needed to happen as fast as possible. He needed to be inside her as fast as possible.

“Oh god,” Emma breathed as she maneuvered her legs in the tight space, watching him spit into his hand before wrapping it around his dick and lathering it up.

“Come,” he demanded, and Emma felt herself fall towards him. Her hands found his sturdy shoulders and she lifted herself up from his lap for him to finally line himself up with her opening.

“Fuck, Mat,” she sighed as he pulled her underwear aside and let his tip run through her slit. They both moaned in relief as she finally sunk down onto him.

“I just need you to know- fuck,” Mat started, but interrupted himself as she lifted herself off of him before quickly sinking back down. Emma wanted nothing more than to cover his lips with hers and just get lost in it, but it seemed like he needed to get something off his chest.

“I want you, in every single way,” he went on, stopping to breathe and curse to himself. His hands had found their way back to her, one hand on her hip and the other was gripping her ass, helping her keep a steady rhythm as she rode him.

“Not just like this. But god do I want this, too,” he managed to tell her. Emma’s lips spread into a wide smile, feeling full in every single sense of the word.

“Me too, Mat, me too,” she agreed, leaning her forehead to his and very willingly complying when he pressed his lips to hers. Everything that had happened between them up until then had happened fast, and so had this. But Emma knew it was right, even if it was absolutely terrifying at the same time. Emma’s fingers fisted into the thick locks of hair on the back of his head, and their tongues finally met. They made out desperately as their hips met repeatedly, Mat planting his feet into the floor of the car to be able to meet her hips every single time she came sinking down on him.

“I’m so close, Mat,” Emma sighed, adjusting her feet on the side of the seat to be able to up her speed.

“Me too, baby,” Mat agreed, letting his head fall back to watch her as she sat spread out on top of him, her chest glistening with sweat and her arousal having spread out on her inner thighs and Mat, too. One of her legs were extended over the middle console and into the passenger seat and that way Mat could see the way he was buried inside her, how he was covered in her juices. His thumb found its way to her clit and he watched her close her eyes in pleasure, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip.

“Oh, god, now,” she cried, pushing herself forward to fall against him again. They’d never done this before, but somehow Mat knew what she meant. His arms wound around her, holding her close to him, as he thrusted up into her with all the power he had as she moaned and clawed herself to him - leaving marks on his shoulder as she finally came. He didn’t let go himself until he could hear her moans slowing down and coming to an end.

“Fuck, Mat, that was just… Wow,” Emma managed to say, still breathing heavily. She lifted her head from where she’d collapsed into his shoulder, a wide smile spreading on her lips when she pulled back and saw the one already on his lips.

“I know, I’m… I’m glad we did that,” he admitted, even though he had been so adamant on waiting til after he’d taken her on a date.

“Me too,” Emma laughed, relaxing into his lap again. The feeling of his softening dick inside her was warm and comfortable.

“To be fair, I really thought that was a date,” she grinned and Mat shook his head with an embarrassed smile on his lips. A blush crept up his already pink neck - Emma might not be able to see it with how hot they both were, but he could feel the blush settle on his neck and cheeks.

“It was supposed to be, but when I saw you this morning I just didn’t have the balls to call it that,” he admitted, his hands were running up and down the outside of her thighs as they spoke.

“You didn’t have to call it that, Mat. You didn’t have to say the word date for me to understand that the guy who’s been flirting with me for weeks and even told me that he wants to take me on a date and then fuck me, is asking me on a date when he’s asking me to come watch the fucking sunset at the beach. Like, I thought we’d established that I am quite smart a long time ago,” Emma laughed, and Mat had to cover his face with his hands as he laughed along. She was right, it definitely sounded like a date.

“So, if it makes you feel better, we can just say that it was a date,” she shrugged, smiling that gorgeous smile that Mat had been falling for every single time he’d seen her since he was assigned seats next to her in high school.

“Okay, fine. But I’m still taking you out tomorrow,” he grinned.

“I’m not gonna stop you,” Emma mirrored his smile, leaning forward to press her lips to his again.

“I meant it though, what I said about wanting everything, not just sex,” he reminded her, struggling to keep eye contact as he said it. It was important to him that she knew how he felt. She was more than just a one time thing.

“I know, Mat. Me too,” she said, kissing him once more.

“But I really do want the sex, too,” he smiled cheekily, making Emma throw her head back laughing.

“Me too,” she agreed, leaning in again for a deep kiss.

[aeonophagic]

I'm really glad you enjoyed these! the translator is actually user 17979 on here, they've written some really good After God fanfics and are a good friend of mine! the other parts they've translated are: original: "His soul seemed to have left his body. He was unfettered. There was no fear or panic. He felt nothing."

original: "It does not matter. They are one and the same. I need his power. I underestimated him."

and this one is more just a funny one from our treasured translator:

I'll have you know I had about the same reaction to the "You are the story I started 50.000 years ago" line, it just brings up so many questions; VA's lore is scattered as it is and very little is given to us, so just dropping something like this in a convo I doubt a lot of people have read is so [vague hand gestures] it's quite late at night when I'm writing this so forgive any incomprehensibility: the line itself, combined with some others there ("It's tone was surprisingly laden with grief, as if it was lamenting a past that could not return") read to me as slightly contrary to VA being merely a Divine Key, it sounds like he has an amount of history in the PE; my personal idea that is pure unadulterated speculation is that VA might have started out as just a person who had something to do with the PE HoR? it would explain the fact that he repeatedly speaks to a "you" which is clearly not actually Joey in this convo and doesn't seem to be Welt Joyce either considering the 50k years thing, that is to say maybe VA even inherited the core (woo Welt paralel) of the PE HoR; considering that Vill-V does say that the Core of Reason is fucking weird [paraphrasing] and, at least if my memory is holding up, Welt did retreat into the Herrscher Core at least once to avoid dying, there's nothing saying VA couldn't have also pulled that and ended up getting his ass merged with that Fragment of Prommy and turned into the only DK we know to be sentient, I dunno I'm sleep deprived that being said the 3rd line I sent last time would imply that VA was also like not human if all of this happened... I'll just say he yoinked a body Orokapi style and call it a day cuz I think if I keep trying to get these thoughts down on paper they will actually become complete word vomit [thumbs up emoji] anyhow the ramble section ended up being longer than I intended... but the fact that we really know so little of his lore does make my brain go haywire, if they ever explain Void Archives' lore properly that'll probably all be disproven but it's what I came up with considering what we know (and I remember)

“There was no more gravity that bound him to the mortal world” I think this one is in reference to Void Archives likely using the Fenghuang Down… ouuu

I definitely think the PE Herrschers besides Elysia all being nothing more than the names of said Herrschers in the story is one of the things that blocks my road here. Me and a friend have theorised plenty of things about the PE HoR, but none can be confirmed, none are even implied!!! A character with such a nothingburger that you can just make shit up and no one could tell you yes or no. My favorite theory is that the PE HoR looked just like Otto, but a girl. Because it’s funny. But now I don’t know… I can’t sacrifice my integrity for humor… I think the idea of the person that used to be what later became Void Archives was a part of the HoR core is really interesting. It would take from the whole “artificial thing struggles with humanity”, because then they’d have already been human once, but at the same time it would be as if they were reclaiming their humanity which is also intriguing etc etc… it’s really interesting. I initially thought Void Archives’ sentience came from them being part Prometheus since she’s sentient too, but at the same time why would Vill-V merge them with her then..? Because Prometheus is an AI so she can handle the “ever expanding knowledge”? Don’t know… so much left in the air, most Void Archives lore we know is stitched together thanks to No.17 who hasn’t talked about them even once. Thank you for sharing!!! I’m having lots of thoughts…

[amelee23]

Fool | J. YH

Genre: Fluff

Tags: Best friends to lovers, Suggestive themes and sexual jokes, Wooyoung is an accidental wingman, Nerdy gamers having at it, A lot of Need for Speed references

No. Words: 3.5k

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She always loved when they got completely absorbed in their little bubble - engrossed in what was making them tick in the most passionate of ways. Since Yunho came to pick her up and take her to the dorm, she didn’t even realize when they got there - or even that the house was empty -  because they were too caught in a conversation about the new-coming video games of 2021. The small task of taking off shoes or their jackets, the walk to Yunho’s room and the struggle to get comfortable in the gaming chair; these were not memories in her mind. All she could remember was the way he smiled without stop and the sparkle in his eyes as excitement took over his entire being.

Only after Yunho told her he’s been playing old games lately - specifically racing classics, of the Need For Speed series - had she realized the house was too quiet. Yunho then informed her they all left to eat at a restaurant with the manager team, but he asked to be left behind so he could spend time with his best friend. She couldn’t help the warm smile raising her lips at the sweet sacrifice this man made for her.

A few minutes later and she felt the usual competitive side of her kick in, seeing Yunho with a controller in hand, playing Need for Speed: Underground 2, a game she remembered dearly from her childhood. She couldn’t help but feel she could do so much better than him - and that’s how the challenge came to be.

“Yeah, you want to bet?” Yunho suggested, his cheeks raised in a cheeky smile, but his lips expressed something a lot more smug. 

“2 out of 3: sprint, Street X and drift.” The boy laughed at his best friend’s confidence, finding her determination very charming, like always.

“Deal.” He announced, raising his hand so she could high five the deal to completion. It never failed to amaze him, how gentle her high fives felt to him, even though she’s the only woman he’s ever seen break a controller before. “What are we betting on, money?”

“Money is boring.” Taken aback, Yunho had a healthy laugh at her statement. He couldn’t wait to say this sentence again, out of context, and turn it into both teasing material and an inside joke.

“Okay, then what do you suggest?” He asked, still cackling with a half lidded eye smile.

“Let’s do something more… daring.” Trying to act surprised, Yunho opened his eyes in curiosity and hummed. They both got to thinking for about a minute, then she snapped her fingers exaggeratedly to show she had an idea. “Let’s randomly ask Wooyong to give the loser a punishment!”

“Like, with no context?”

“Exactly! After one of us loses, we ask Wooyong to give out a spicy punishment-! No one would be better than him at coming up with something totally ridiculous that one of us will regret for a lifetime!”

“I mean, you’re not wrong. But I’m starting to think you’re a masochist.”

“It’s a 50/50 gamble, so who knows?” She rebutted, wiggling her eyebrows at Yunho suggestively. He could feel his ears heating up so he pretended to need to face his computer for a while. “So, what do you say?” She questioned him, moving closer to where he was, probably intentionally, because she knew how to tell when he was turning shy. 

“I say you’re both crazy and a genius … a crazy genius. But I’m all on board.”

“Yas, leggo baby!” Yunho shook his head as he took in the image of his best friend leaning back into her chair, controller in hands, legs somewhere in between the right armrest and the air. Her enthusiasm dripped from the way she was grooving to the OST of the game. Warmth and an electricity-like feeling began filling his chest.

It took them perhaps a little too long to decide on the first track to play. Eventually, after long minutes of bickering, they chose a winding long race and swore to not try to mess the other up.

Yunho was the first one to drive, his engine roaring as he continued to hold his acceleration button. He had some lucky escapes from running into traffic - and easily overcame his competition. Now in front, he was taking short cut turns, but to her, they looked too time consuming. Yunho was trying to drive as properly as possible, and it was affecting his time; she couldn’t help but puff up as she realized it would be an easy win against him. With a record of 2:27:34, Yunho rolled his chair away from the screen and let his best friend take over.

Hands grasping the controller, she took a deep breath to overly-dramatize the situation even further.

“Eat my dust.” She mumbled, and Yunho gave her a curious side eye.

Swiftly she overtook all the NPCs, climbing up to first place. She wasn’t even worried about them to begin with. As the turns approached, Yunho realized she wasn’t showing signs of taking her fingers away from the acceleration button - not until the last second, at least. Her turns were either taken with the help of crashing into a wall or into a stylish, speedy drift. Yunho was baffled, thinking that crashing on purpose to finish faster should be considered as cheating. But he accepted his defeat as her time was 2:14:58, over ten seconds less than him.

Cracking her knuckles, she wore a smug smile as she let Yunho choose the next race for them to play. It was 1 to 0 currently, so he decided he should spice things out now - by choosing a ‘random’ Street X race. He probably forgot to mention to her that Street X were his forte in this game.

Yunho put his focus face on from the moment the cars showed up on screen. For most, this Street X race was difficult to even beat on first place - but he knew what he was doing. 

“I hope you had your fun.” He threatened, hands moving effortlessly on the controller to take him through the sharp, abrupt turns which were in Street X - a race type specifically made about taking those turns right, not about speed. Raw talent was dripping off of his fingers, but she didn’t want to feel discouraged just yet. Perhaps her method of using walls to take turns could work here, too-

Now that it was her turn, she realized it wasn’t the case - in here hitting walls was the worst thing you could do. Eyes dashing in between her car and the timer non-stop, she realized she was losing a lot of time correcting her direction if she didn’t brake properly before a turn. By the last lap, she already lost hope, as she reached Yunho’s record and wasn’t done with the race yet. 

“Tight game.” She stated, trying to ease the thick competitive air in the room. Yunho just smiled, a sparkle of something naughty in his eyes.

“Would you like to do the honours?” He asked, referring to choosing the drift track, the last race of their competition. He looked so sure of himself, to even offer that she chooses the track; she couldn’t help but feel even more frustrated by that cockyness. 

“Yeah.” She answered, not even looking him in the eyes. She knew what track she wanted - the one on the actual streets of the city, which had two off road areas - those were bomb in doing drifts over 50.000 points. 

Yunho was surprised she chose such a difficult track, but didn’t really complain. He had recently unlocked this track since he was nearing the end of the game, and so he knew the trick of the off road areas too, especially because he failed them enough times. He collected small drifts here and there on the way to the first special area, then he made sure to catch enough speed to send the back of his car in a beautiful curve, following the form of the turn. He didn’t need to, but he took the risk of connecting that turn to the next one that followed and gathered around 74.000 points in that area only. She was biting her lip, wondering if she still had the nimbleness to beat that.

The next special area gained him about 37.000, and with all the other points collected from smaller drifts, he was able to gain over 130 thousand. 

She was already pinching the bridge of her nose, knowing that she would probably lose. It’s been a while since she played this game, and the special drift areas were always a gamble. Yunho couldn’t help but laugh at the tension in her back, giving her a friendly pat to brighten up.

“You got this!” He cheered, because even if he wanted to win, he didn’t like seeing her so discouraged. He often times also got mad when he realized he was being too competitive and not giving anyone a chance to win against him.

She started out just like Yunho, gaining some small scores on the way to the main attraction of the race. As she saw the goal in her eyes, suddenly she struggled to regain control of her car in the midst of the big drift. She was headed straight for the edge, meaning her score would be neutralized if she hit it - so she was forced to stop her car. The special area unfortunately only brought her 55 thousand, a weak number compared to Yunho. She brushed it off and continued on her way, towards the second special area. She had a better feeling about this one, as her car was being much more responsive, and even if the space was smaller, she gained another 50 thousand there too. 

But unfortunately, as she hit the finish line, she realized - they both scored in the range of 130 thousand - but hers was exactly that number. Yunho was closer to 140.

With a little dance celebration, Yunho announced he was the winner of the tournament. Seeing him act so goofy, she couldn’t even bring herself to sulk. It’s not like it was unusual for Yunho to win their dumb little competitions, but it would’ve been nice to win one anyway.

“I acknowledge your driving skills, Mr. Jung.” She said with a smirk, offering him a hand to shake. 

“You weren’t so bad yourself, well… except the part of taking turns with your face.” Now that the tension was lifted, they were back to being all smiley and supportive of each other.

“What can I say? I like using my head.” Yunho chuckled, grabbing the controller to quit out of the game so he could find some movie to watch while they eat. Remembering that he needed to order some food, he pulled out his phone - and read Wooyoung’s name.

“So… do I need to ask Wooyoung to give you a ‘daring’ punishment?” He used air quotes to express the idea of something naughty. For a while he forgot that this was the penalty of losing, the thought completely slipping his mind as he focused too much on doing well in the game.

“I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders, secretly hoping that he had forgotten and she could’ve avoided doing something so embarrassing. 

Hesitant, Yunho opened the messenger app and tapped on Wooyoung’s name. He didn’t know if he was excited about what was about to come.

[Yunho]: Hey Wooyoung, can you come up with a ‘daring’ punishment a girl could do for a guy for losing a game?

[Sent 18:46]

A thick silence enveloped the two as Yunho stared at the screen, waiting for Wooyoung to see his message. They were both hoping the resident jokester of the group would go easy on them this time.

[Seen 18:51] 

Five minutes later, Wooyoung saw the message and Yunho watched the three dots dance for a very short amount of time. And, as it turned out, Wooyoung didn’t ask any questions - he gave a straightforward answer.

[Wooyoung]: Oral

His answer had Yunho opening his eyes in pure shock. He glanced at his best friend, who was looking at him expectantly, and then back at the screen. 

“Uhm…” He couldn’t even bring himself to mutter such a word to her. Before he knew it, he let his phone down and stared into the distance like a deer in the headlights. 

Yes, asking Wooyoung was a bad idea. 

“Uhm? Did he answer?” She pressed on, and Yunho couldn’t do much more than nod. 

“Look for yourself.” He showed her his phone, and she felt as if she just got hit with a soccer ball in the stomach. Blinking at Yunho in disbelief, she let out a confused puff of air.

“I mean, I expected something like a sexy dance…. But not this. Wooyoung really is another level.” She complained, suddenly looking as lost as Yunho. They both looked like ghosts, the colors drained from their faces. 

In truth, both of their heads were racing at that moment - imagining what could happen if they went through with it. Yunho’s face heated up and his body grew heavy, and she was biting her lip. But a common thought was keeping them both grounded; that they were just friends, and nothing more.

Moments later, Yunho was able to collect himself and focus his vision again. She was in distress, even in a haze. He pulled out his phone again, texting Wooyoung to rectify the situation.

[Yunho]: How about something a little bit… more decent. This is my best friend we’re talking about.

Wooyoung read the message instantly after, his fingers fast on the keyboard.

[Wooyoung]: Oh my God it’s her! Why didn’t you tell me! I thought you were finally scoring a lady with those video games of yours!

[Yunho]: I told you guys I was spending time with her today

[Wooyoung]: You did? OOPS

[Yunho]: Yeah, oops. You almost gave me a heart attack

[Wooyoung]: *boner

[Yunho]: DUDE

[Wooyoung]: Okay okay I’m sorry, but you’re the one who asked me outta the blue

[Wooyoung]: Something a little more tame… HMMM

[Wooyoung]: You’re a tall dude, right? How about you have her wear one of your shirts for the rest of the day… but like only your shirt. I bet she’d look cute ;)

[Yunho]: That doesn’t sound that bad, thanks

[Wooyoung]: I can’t wait to get home :P

She dragged her voice suddenly, bringing Yunho back to reality. He didn’t realize how focused he was in his conversation with Wooyoung.

“Uhm, so, yeah! Wooyoung gave you a more tame challenge. He said you should wear one of my shirts for the rest of the day… like, as a dress type thing.” Yunho tried to explain, but he was still nervous from the previous shock and tripping over his own words.

“So wear a boyfriend shirt.” Yunho felt his being vibrate once again at the mention of the word ‘boyfriend’.

“I… guess so.”

“I can do that! That sounds more like a prize than anything, to be honest. You know I have a fixation for your clothes.” She said with a laugh. She seemed to be back to her cheerful self, already walking her way to Yunho’s closet. “Can I choose any shirt?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Still no intonation in his words, Yunho’s mind was not present in the conversation at all. It wasn’t long before he zoned out again.

He couldn’t possibly be attracted to his best friend in such a way. They had a strong spiritual bond, for sure, but it was never anything physical for them. They appreciated each other for who they are, so he never asked himself questions like these before.

Or at least that’s what he wanted to believe. He heard the door handle move and then saw her come back in, legs bare and sexy, her small frame basically swimming in his large shirt. She sat down on her chair and melted back into it without a care in the world. She looked comfortable, even.

“So, are we ordering that food?” She asked, but in Yunho’s daze, he missed the smirk playing on her lips. If only he knew how much she was enjoying this.

Forcing her to stay put, Yunho was the one to receive the food at the front door. He sighed in relief when he managed to put a blanket over her, as they nestled up in bed to watch a movie and enjoy their food. Out of sight, out of mind, they say.

His torture began again as soon as they got back into gaming -  this time choosing to do their usual foolery - playing Minecraft together, one being in charge of the mouse and the other in charge of the keyboard. No wonder they never made any real progress on their world, since they could never be in sync with each other to actually defend themselves from zombies. ‘

Time flew by as they laughed and played, but the rustle of keys at the front door still managed to startle Yunho out of his mind. Panicked, he got up to throw her pants back at her, words leaving his mouth a little too fast.

“How about you put those back on now.” Cocking an eyebrow at him, she hung them on the chair, clearly refusing to do so.

“Why would I? The punishment says for the rest of the day - or as long as I’m here.”

“Yes, but-” Yunho pursed his lips to the side. He didn’t know how to word his thoughts. To add more pressure, the door to his room swung open and San came inside to throw his phone on the bed. He glanced at Yunho’s best friend briefly and they exchanged hellos before he went back to the living room, where the boys were being loud over something.

Yunho breathed out in relief that San was nice enough not to stare. Something about other men seeing her like this irked him, even more so that she was wearing his shirt. 

“But?” She urged him to continue speaking, getting off of the chair to stand in front of him. Being the tall guy Yunho was, it wasn’t often that she had the opportunity to stare him down like that. Yunho gulped as he felt his throat dry up, taking in the image of his friend - no, an attractive woman - looking at him with such a suggestive expression.

“I don’t want anyone else to see you like this…” He mumbled, the beauty before his eyes already making him breathless.

“Why not?” She teased.

“Because…” There wasn’t any logical answer in his mind, or even a concrete idea. “I think we need to reevaluate our relationship.” Letting out a healthy laugh, she wasted no time to climb in his lap. Yunho was happy, perhaps the most relieved he’d been the entire day. He didn’t know there was such a sexual tension in between them until it finally dissipated. 

“Finally!” She exclaimed.

“You think so too?” She hummed in response, eyes locking with his lips as she did. 

The kiss itself felt good - like two magnets clicking into place. What felt even better though, was being able to accept all the feelings he’s been burying deep inside himself. He was wrong in thinking something more wasn’t possible between them.

A loud knock echoed from the door, and Wooyoung’s voice could be heard screaming from the other side.

“You two decent?” 

“No!” Yunho yelled back. They certainly weren’t a sight he’d want his bandmates to see - his shirt was hiking up on her thighs, their arms tangled around each other’s bodies. 

“What do you mean ‘no’??!” This time it was HongJoong’s voice, and Yunho knew he messed up. Almost effortlessly, he got up with her still around his hips and grabbed her pants on the way to the bathroom. 

“Okay, but seriously get dressed now.” Yunho said, and only got a wink from her in response. He rolled his eyes and went back into the room to let her change. 

He really was a fool to think this wouldn’t work out - he already loved every second of it.

[lucientelrunya]

Like a lonely house pt 3

Phew, I feel a little like that bird meme "the risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math" (which I really am *points to the 70 years that are actually 80 years* !!), with how I went "Huh, there is no 50.000+words slow burn of them, but I want!!!" and my brain was like "well, do it yourself. Here, have Chapter 1, 3, 6 and 9, I already prepared them. Oh and here is some Ba Ye+Wu Xie-friendship" And then I struggle with how to bridge the gap between those chapters.....

This part is me struggling really hard. Trying to bridge those gaps and trying to puzzle Mystic Nine-Canon and Book-Canon together. Like, Wu Laogou??? He wasn't even born? My perfectionism can't handle this!! But I guess I am like Hamilton, I'll never be satisfied *sigh*, so ... yeah. Feel free to point out any mistakes you spot!

I should definitely add that this is canon-divergent... ish (which canon???), I'm not sure if there is anything I should warn about in this part, maybe just more sadness? But @psychic-waffles and @gaiahenshin wanted someone to hug Zhang Rishan so ... here you go I guess ^^°°° (I see those tags and reblogs and favorites and I am beyond thrilled every single time, I don't even know how to react!)

It takes a conscious effort to make his lungs work properly again and take a deep breath. Fo Ye had entrusted him with his legacy and he will do everything he can to not disappoint him any further. He has to face the consequences of what he has done, he has to. But before he can get a grip on himself someone tips his chin up to shine a flashlight right into his eyes. He automatically flinches back from the blinding light, dislodging the hand from his face in the process and finds Huo Daofu staring at him, flashlight in his hand and one brow raised. “Back with us?” he asks, eyes scanning Zhang Rishan’s face methodically and only taking a step back once he nods slowly. How long had he stood frozen, trapped in his thoughts for Huo Daofu to come over and start to worry?

“Good. Any more insights on god-radio?” What is he talking about? "God-radio?" Zhang Rishan repeats slowly, confused, which only makes Huo Daofu raise both brows this time. He pointedly looks over at the mural where Zhang Rishan's fingers are still touching the picture of said god. Ah, they must have thought it was still somehow communicating with him.

“Time travel”, Zhang Rishan mutters, trying to ignore the way Luo Que hovers anxiously at his side and the way Ba Ye has his hands wrapped around his upper arm like he had always done when he wanted to hide behind him or was whining about something (and the possible connection between those two things). His words cause several confused “huh”’s from different directions. Taking a slow deep breath he braces himself to say the words, to confess and take the blame for this mess. “No, I didn't get any further godly insights, but I think Ba Ye is right, he never died, he was, as you phrased it so nicely, plucked from the past and put here, now”, he says, inclining his head at Wu Xie.

“But why?” Ba Ye asks and Zhang Rishan makes himself turn his head to look at him when he says his next words. “Because of me.” And there it is. “Because this god was inside my mind and it was so incredibly thankful I gave it its freedom that it wanted to give something to me in return, to grant me a wish.” Not that he had wished for Ba Ye to be ripped out of his time, exactly, his thoughts had been a jumbled mess at that moment. He had never consciously wished for anything in particular. But Ba Ye’s sudden disappearance in the middle of a war had torn a hole into Fo Ye’s heart and, by extension, into Zhang Rishan’s (not only by extension, of course, because Ba Ye had been important to Zhang Rishan, too - is important - but to Fo Ye he had practically been family). He could have said how Fo Ye had looked for Ba Ye for months, for years, with a war raging right on their doorstep, when thousands of people were dying or disappearing, when the city they had so desperately tried to protect had been burned to the ground. How Fo Ye had never truly gotten over not being able to find him - save him - or at least find out what happened. He had felt Ba Ye’s absence all his life, a regret he couldn’t let go of, not even on his deathbed. A regret Zhang Rishan had taken into his own heart, after Fo Ye’s death, added to his own regrets and moulded into a lump of regret-failure-pain-bitterness-sorrow that his trained mind still hasn’t filed away properly. He has failed Ba Ye, too, and has missed Ba Ye, too. And this is his mess, this is what his jumbled thoughts had made a god do, so he leaves it at that.

Zhang Rishan is prepared for anger, for reproaches, for being smacked again, but Ba Ye’s face is unreadable and he doesn’t say anything, his fingers around Zhang Rishan’s arm only slightly tightening their grip. He waits for something - anything - to happen, (maybe for the sky to fall down or the earth to open up and swallow him), for him to wake up and realize everything’s only just been a dream - nightmare? - or for one of them to tell him he’s crazy and there’s no way this could be possible. And someone does: “But that’s impossible, that would be a paradox”, Wu Xie says and Zhang Rishan looks at him pointedly.

“A bootstrap paradox, to be exact”, Huo Daofu remarks and really, that’s the part of all of this he wants to comment on? “A what now?” Pangzi asks, squinting at Huo Daofu and Zhang Rishan is glad he is not the only one who has no idea what Huo Daofu is talking about. “A bootstrap paradox. It basically describes phenomena with a cause-effect-loop just like this. I mean, you don’t know my gran, but she was absolutely obsessed with the famous Qi Tiezui so I don’t know how many times I heard the story of his tragic, mysterious disappearance and all the questions and the search and Zhang Da Fo Ye’s heartbreak.” He looks like he wants to roll his eyes in annoyance at the mention of his grandmother. “But that’s exactly that. He vanished and you wanted to find out why and that wish brought him here in the first place. So what came first? There is no discernable point of origin for- what, I like Sci-Fi, don’t look at me like that!”

It is somehow reassuring and disconcerting at the same time that Huo Daofu of all people manages to sum up his thoughts like this, aside from his guilt. And that he is able to put a name to this, even if that doesn’t mean it’s a real thing. Fiction is fiction after all. How can there even be such a thing? But then, how could there be a god chained to a cave or a mysterious force controlling people like that or golden coffin water that saved people from certain death? After everything else he has already seen and lived through or just heard about in his life he shouldn’t be so doubtful. It’s also quite unsettling how much Huo Daofu knows about Ba Ye’s disappearance and how casually he mentions those details. But Ba Ye doesn’t seem too upset about the mention of Fo Ye’s heartbreak, at least for the moment. Instead he perks up at Huo Daofu’s words.

“Good, good! After all you heard and all you read about that then it must be a real thing, so I think we can all agree that all of this is real and I am real!” And, curiously, Wu Xie looks at Liu Sang, who jerks his head in a small gesture of confirmation that’s not really a nod. But it is obviously enough for Wu Xie to smile at Ba Ye and nod. “Yes, I think we can. And I wanted to ask you something. You were the one who stole one of my grandpa’s dogs, right?” The question makes Ba Ye laugh awkwardly and let go of Zhang Rishan’s arm, so he can gesture at Wu Xie.

“Of course that’s what he would tell his grandchildren about me. Let me tell you, I took out that dog’s gallstones and I brought it back safe and sound! And he acted like I murdered it!” Wu Xie laughs at the face Ba Ye makes, or maybe his helpless gesturing. “He always said you kidnapped that dog just to get back at him.” Zhang Rishan isn’t sure if he imagines how the conversation tiptoes on the line of ‘friendly conversation’ and ‘fishing for information’. But he hadn’t been present for the whole Dog-stealing-thing, so he keeps listening, ignoring Pangzi who starts to tease Huo Daofu about his obvious love for science fiction and then continues to question him about his favorites.

“Aiyah! That’s just what I told Fo Ye, that Wu Laogou would never give me his dog if I asked him because he would think I wanted to get back at him. But I really wasn’t! We needed his gallstones to cure Mo Ce so Fo Ye said I had to steal it if I wouldn’t ask for it. So I stole it, but as I said, I brought it back better than new, freshly cured. And he even made me apologize to the dog!” That is actually something he hadn’t known, but Wu Xie laughing and saying “Of course he would!” is enough to finally fully convince him that all of this is real. It puts his mind at ease and shifts his focus to other things he still has questions about.

They should definitely find out more about this god and the people that imprisoned it. He takes out his phone to take some photos of the mural and finds it mostly covered in white, but just like before it just crumbles away in little flakes. Surprisingly his phone still works and there is no trace of dampness to it. For a moment he stares at the screen and then at his arm, where Ba Ye's hands had grabbed him. The dried white stuff has crumbled away where the cloth had been moved or touched, leaving no trace, no lingering wetness. Deliberately taking note of every part of his skin he realizes that actually nothing feels wet or damp, even though he practically swam in that liquid. He can only recall the feeling of the liquid clinging to him and dragging him down like water-soaked and heavy clothing would do, but it seems highly unlikely that he was unconscious long enough for his clothes to completely dry. It's like whatever was in the pool only wrapped itself around him, like a cocoon, but didn't soak through anything.

Luo Que is still beside him, silently watching him. His arms are covered in white flakes, too, so he must have helped Pangzi get him out of the pool. “Do you remember what the liquid felt like?” Luo Que looks confused for a moment, furrowing his brows until his eyes drift down to his own arms and he seems to get what Zhang Rishan is asking. “Not really like liquid, it felt cool but not wet at all”, he answers, rubbing at one of the larger stains that crumbles away under his fingertips. This only confirms his suspicions, he wants this stuff analyzed. Luo Que finds a zip-lock-bag somewhere in his backpack and together they manage to get at least some of the white flakes and dust into the bag, although it seems to disintegrate once it gets shaken off whatever surface it had clung to.

Wondering if this is even really a tomb he takes pictures of the whole mural. It seems more like a temple - no, they didn’t worship the god here, so more of a prison for a god if there is a word for such a thing. He turns only to find Ba Ye watching him, staring at his phone. Of course, the kinds of cameras Ba Ye knows were big and bulky so he hands it to Ba Ye. “It’s a camera and a phone”, he explains, which only makes Ba Ye stare harder, turning the device in his hands. “It’s so small!” His wonder makes Zhang Rishan smile and he promises to show Ba Ye what it can do later.

Which seems almost like a cue for them to decide to carefully explore the rest of the tomb for more information and to find out if it really is a tomb. They take the dagger, the only remarkable thing on the altar and maybe something that can help them find out more about the people that used it. Maybe at least how old this cave is. Zhang Rishan is still unsure if it’s a tomb or a prison, even after they find two more caves with clay jugs filled with human ashes. Cremation is not exactly a common burial tradition for this region and there are no grave goods at all. Not one single treasure, to Pangzi’s great disappointment, no more murals, no scripture, nothing. It’s mostly a disappointment in terms of exploration, but maybe they can find out some more.

Since it already got dark when they reached the tomb they decide to spend the night in the cave with the pool, which is the only one with enough room for all of them (and they don’t really want to sleep next to rows of human ashes). It’s still quite dark, even with Pangzi’s heater instead of a fire but more comfortable than outside where Liu Sang had heard rain and thunder. None of them goes to check, there is no need to hurry back, they can spend one night in the cave and hopefully the rain will have stopped the next day.

Reception in the cave is strong enough to mail the pictures to some contacts and ask them to look into it. Ba Ye watches him curiously while he types in the message and Zhang Rishan shows him all the other functions - or at least everything he frequently uses his phone for, which makes Pangzi laugh. “Ahh, President Zhang,” he scolds, using the title he had never used before. “You are all about work! Show the poor man some good things! Here, look at this game,” and he tucks on Ba Ye’s shoulder to get him to lean over his own phone.

“Pangzi, the ‘poor man’ doesn’t have a phone to send you money for your stupid game”, Wu Xie leans on Pangzi’s other shoulder, grinning and obviously finished with his phone call. “Ah, Tianzhen, pay attention. I’m already done with that one, this is a new one. Here, look!” Judging by the way all three of them look at the phone it must be something cute and Zhang Rishan finds himself smiling again, glad and thankful that they include Ba Ye so effortlessly. He will need people who can care for him and help him if he decides he won’t forgive Zhang Rishan after they get a chance to talk about everything that has happened since Ba Ye vanished.

This thought wipes the small smile off his face and he distracts himself by texting Liang Wan, asking her when she will be back from her trip because he wants her to check Ba Ye, blood tests and all. He will do everything he can to make sure Ba Ye is okay (or as okay as he can be) and has everything he needs for a life in the 21. century. Which is another reason why he offers Ba Ye his sleeping bag, who simply refuses, adamant that they can share. They end up with Zhang Rishan sitting on one half, leaning his back against the wall and Ba Ye using his leg as a pillow, curled up next to him on the other half. It’s familiar, but he represses the memories, busying himself with shrugging out of his coat without waking Ba Ye to drape it over him because he can feel him shiver against his leg. It seems to be getting colder but he doesn’t mind. Ba Ye doesn’t wake, but when he looks back up Wu Xie smiles at him from where Pangzi is halfway wrapped around him, head on Zhang Qilings lap.

When they pack up the next morning it’s still raining and it’s really noticeably colder than before. Zhang Rishan lets Ba Ye keep his coat, he will need some protection against the rain in his thin changshan, even if the thick forest they had hiked through should offer some protection against the rain. But when they leave the cave there is no more forest, only muddy ground where lush undergrowth had been and some tree stumps that look long dead.

“Well, the forest was unusual”, Liu Sang says but still seems just as perturbed as everyone else. For a moment they just stand there and look around them. “I guess they really needed that god to grow something around here”, Pangzi jokes, but he sounds uneasy about it. And how could they not be, with miles of dead land around them where hours before there had been fruit trees and berry bushes in abundance. Zhang Rishan represses a shiver of uneasiness and just wants to leave this place as soon as possible. He is not the only one. Instinctively they walk faster on their way back, or as fast as they can. The rain had made the ground slippery with mud and dead plants. None of them feels comfortable about stopping for the night but it’s safer than trying to navigate through the dark. Thankfully the rain stopped some time before that and they manage get a fire going, but still all of them are quiet and thoughtful, no trace of the easy banter of the day before.

They are packed and ready to go with the first light of the next day. Without the rain the ground dries up fast and the sun is too bright and too warm, which is actually typical for this region. At one point they cross a very visible line where the dead zone ends and there are plants and trees again, but they don’t stop to inspect it further, too glad to be out.

It’s mid afternoon when they reach the end of the road where they had left their cars and from there it’s only roughly another two hours to drive to the small village where they had spent the night before setting out on this endeavour. The villagers don’t seem to know that a whole forest has vanished and happily accommodate them again in the small inn. They had seemed to avoid the general area of said forest and hadn’t wanted to talk about it before, just whispering about local legends of a ‘man-eating wood’. Luckily the owner of the small inn doesn’t seem to remember their exact number or he simply doesn’t care that they left the allegedly cursed forest with an additional person. He gives them the same rooms (which are actually the only rooms available) and goes off to prepare dinner.

They disperse to their rooms to clean up and rest for a moment until dinner is ready. Wu Xie had made sure that Zhang Rishan shares his room with Ba Ye so they can talk, but both of them seem a bit reluctant to start. They wash in a somewhat uncomfortable silence until Zhang Rishan takes off the bandages, inspecting the two cuts on his arms and is surprised at the 2 neat rows of staples. He hadn’t realized they were that long and deep that they required stapling and is actually impressed at Huo Daofu’s level of preparation for such a small trip. He obviously knows what he is doing, the cuts are clean and already healing nicely. “Let me help you”, Ba Ye takes the fresh bandages out of his hand, and starts slowly wrapping them around Zhang Rishan’s arms.

“I understand there are a lot of things that have happened since I disappeared, so just tell me”, Ba Ye’s voice is quiet and he keeps his eyes on his hands. And, taking a deep breath to brace himself, Zhang Rishan tells him. About the second attack on Changsha, the third, and finally the fourth one when they lost and everything they had tried to protect had been destroyed. He doesn’t go into detail about all the lives that were lost in the war, while Ba Ye’s fingers work slower and slower until they stop, hovering over Fo Ye’s bracelet. Zhang Rishan pulls his arms away to tuck down his sleeves, hiding the bandages and the bracelet alike, while he only briefly mentions the destruction and despair. Ba Ye had seen enough of that after the first attack on Changsha. He tells him about the years after the war, how they slowly rebuild and how Fo Ye kept looking for Ba Ye. There are not only sad things to say - Fo Ye had been happy in his marriage with Xinyue, Er Ye had been pleased with his new apprentice, the Huo-Clan had thrived, just like the Xie-Clan - although those outweigh the good things, because one by one he recounts the deaths of everyone Ba Ye knows.

“I’m sorry”, he finishes and hates that the words don’t do justice to the depth of his feelings. “You lost them too”, Ba Ye says, his voice surprisingly steady and almost gentle, and Zhang Rishan stares at him, at a loss. Yes, he did. But little by little, parts of his world crumbling away, piece by piece, until only duty remained. He’d had time to adjust to the holes, find ways around them, new paths that had grown old and used and then been torn away, too. What he had lost in the course of 80 years Ba Ye had lost in one day, one moment, one blink of an eye.

“Yes”, he says and doesn’t know how to put into words that their pain shouldn’t be compared, because there are not enough words to even begin to describe this. Pain is something he has been trained to file away into different threat levels, into different boxes. He is not allowed to have one named ‘unbearable’, but he doesn’t know how else to label the pain of that one moment when the worst thing has happened and it feels like the world just stops, just shatters and falls to pieces, never to be whole again. But everything stays the same. It’s just his world that shattered, his heart that has been torn apart never to be whole again. He is the one who changed, not the world. And he doesn’t even fathom himself how he had to change to survive that, who he had to become. Because he had become a person that would cause that kind of pain to someone else like this. He had killed countless people in his lifetime, on purpose as a Zhang, as a soldier, in the war or by mistake, by failure, by not being able to save them but he had never thought himself capable of such cruelty.

Whatever Ba Ye reads in his face (or maybe in his heart, because Ba Ye had always been good at reading hearts), it makes him knit his brows. Not in anguish or sorrow but something more akin to chagrin and he grabs the sides of Zhang Rishan’s sweater to roughly tug him forward into a bone crushing hug. And Zhang Rishan allows himself to be moved, just like he had always allowed himself to be moved whenever Ba Ye was tugging on him.

Ba Ye presses his face into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping tightly around his sides, fingers digging into his shoulder blades and Zhang Rishan can feel the shaky inhale against the bare skin of his neck. Carefully he wraps his arms around Ba Ye’s shoulders and holds him up when he feels the other man lean most of his weight on him. He doesn’t say anything, when he feels the wetness of quiet tears against his shoulder, just closes his eyes, offering whatever comfort he can offer like this.

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Married at first sight Reddie AU

Summary: Sonia applies Eddie for a tv show called married at first sight, what she doesn’t know is that Eddie secretly changes his preferences from female to male

A/N: I based this on the married at first sight australia, It’s possible that all married at first sight show are the same, but I’ve only ever seen this one. Please let me know what you think! 

Warnings: cursing and dirty jokes (It’s Richie) 

Eddie hates his mother. He had had this though all throughout his childhood, but right at this moment, he had never meant it more. He knew that his mother didn’t accept the fact that he was gay, he knew that very well, but he had never suspected that her urgency in him finding a wife would result in her enlisting him for married at first fucking sight. Eddie has watched the show on multiple occasions, and he always laughed when he saw the poor unfortunate people who got matched to their seemingly worst nightmare of spouses. He had never thought he would become one of those idiots. His mother had registered him to the show, and only had let him in on it when it was too late to back out.

Actually, it wasn’t even Sonia that told him about it. He had been in his office, working long hours because he hated to go home now that his mother lived there too. Sonia had injured her leg in an accident and had insisted that she stayed with Eddie until her leg was healed, and he hadn’t had the heart to tell her no. He decided to stay in his office longer, that way he got paid overtime, and he avoided his mother as much as possible. It was a win-win situation. It was however not such a great idea to take the phone call there. When the voice on the line told him that he needed to come in to give them some extra information about himself, Eddie lost it. He had threatened with lawsuits, exclaiming that he had no idea what was even going on.  

He had to give the woman, Greta he believed her name was, credit for staying as calm as she could be, given the way Eddie started tyrannizing against her. She had calmly explained to him that it was his mother that had called in for him, claiming that he himself was too busy to do it, but that he gave full consent. She also told him that he was to appear on the show, and if he didn’t, he would be fined a check of 50.000 dollars, and that was money Eddie just couldn’t throw away like that. He had slammed down his phone after shouting a few insults at the woman, sinking down into his chair with his chest heaving. He gripped his hair in his hands, pulling tightly and almost pulling out some of his hairs.  

He was going to kill him mother, he thought. But he did realize that he had no choice but to agree to be on the show, seeing as there was no way out. He had fumed for at least an hour more, thinking about how he was going to chuck his mother out of the house, how he was going to cut all ties with her, and how he was going to file for a restraining order before coming up with a much better idea.  

A smirk pulled at his lips. If his mother wanted him to find a spouse so desperate, then he was going to do so. He called back to Greta, apologized to her and agreed to being on the show with one exception. He was going to marry a man. When he came home later that day, he acted enthusiastically, embracing his mother, even though it caused chills to run through his body, and thanked her up and down about the amazing opportunity she had gave him. Sonia was beside herself from happiness, praising the lords for curing her poor baby, and giving him a chance to redeem himself. Eddie watched with anger filled eyes as she did her night prayer, he was going to show her just how redeemed he was.

The first day the producers of the show come to film, Eddie throws a fit once more. They come into his house without notice of them coming that day, causing him to have to call out of work and cancel lunch he was supposed to be having with an old childhood friend. Said friend asked him why he had to cancel, and Eddie has been too embarrassed to admit that he was enrolled in married at first sight, so he had made up some excuse about his mother being very ill.

It made Eddie feel horrible to lie, and his resentment towards his mother grew bit by bit. He was supposed to have friends over to help him decide on what to wear, but he could only think of one person who was distant enough to appear on tv, which was his work colleague called Matthew. He and Matthew weren’t particularly close.

In fact, Eddie didn’t have very many people at all he liked to spend his time with, choosing instead to come home and relax in the confinement of his home. He remembers vaguely a time where that was different, he thinks back to day spend swimming in a lake, or jumping off cliffs, but that sounded so unlike him he dismissed the idea to his pure childhood imagination. He probably saw other kids do this, and became a bit jealous, this resulting in him imagining doing those things himself.

Regardless, him and Matthew at lunch together, and on rare occasions they would go to a bar to get some drinks, or go to a movie theater. So he was the first one that came to Eddie’s mind when Greta appeared, saying that he needed someone who could tell them what kind of person he was. Matthew was all too happy to skip out of work, and made his way over there in a mere hour.

Eddie in the meantime was dying, cleaning every surface at least twice, because people kept touching stuff that they weren’t supposed too. Eddie hated that those people were probably transferring germs onto every surface in his apartment, but he didn’t say anything, because he knew how he would make it look on the camera. He did some interviews explaining that he joined the show because he didn’t know how to tell guys were guy and he had been single for so long, which technically was true.

Most people at his office knew he was gay, he made no secret of that. But they had never actually seen him with a man. He had met a woman once called Myra, but that relationship only lasted two months because he had realized she was way more like his mother than anyone would feel comfortable with. It took a while before Eddie was comfortable with exposing that was into guys, and a big part of that had to do with his mother, but luckily his workplace had been the exact right fit for him. On the first day his boss had showed up with his husband, and Eddie had just stared at the both of them kissing in public. He had no idea there were people who were that open and out to the world in the workplace.

He had damn near lost his job, because his boss had interpreted him staring at them in a wrong way. Eddie had just spouted it out, surprised at his own words, ‘I’m gay too.’ His boss had looked surprised, especially when Eddie told him that it was the first time he had ever said it out loud. Thankfully, his boss had just laughed and he had been nothing but kind to Eddie ever since.

When Matthew finally arrived Eddie dragged his towards a suite store right away, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible. Unfortunately, Eddie hadn’t realized how long these interviews would take, and he was already tired of it.

Matthew had joked with him when they finally finished up with shooting for the day, saying that he would just have to get out in the first week, not understanding that that was exactly what Eddie had planned.

Eddie was sure he would drive the poor guy crazy within the first 2 days regardless. When Eddie hadn’t responded to Eddie’s jokes, he had looked peculiar, but he had let it go.

They had picked a dark blue suit, with a rainbow colored hand achieve, thanks to Eddie’s intention to ruin this entire plan for his mother.  

She doesn’t even notice though. The day before the wedding, Eddie’s starting to have doubts about his whole idea of what the next day should look like. He had been in a haze of fury when he asked the producer to match him with a man, but he hadn’t thought of the repercussions, about how his mom would react. He hated her, but he couldn’t help but love her too. She was the one that gave birth to him, and he often had conflicted feelings about that. He should love her mom than just because she gave brought him to life, he should love her because she’s a woman who has cared for him all his life and who taught him all the important things in life, he doesn’t though and he despises himself for that.

He’s starting to think that it might not be such a good idea when his mom mentions how proud her sisters are of him, and how they can’t wait to see her tomorrow. He hadn’t even know that they were coming.

He can’t sleep that night and he gives up on trying to at around five a.m. instead opting to pace throughout his kitchen, drinking enough coffee to have his hands shaking like crazy. His mother wakes up at six, as she always does, and she has the brightest smile on her face that Eddie has ever seen. It annoys him, the fact that she’s only this happy because he’s about to get a wife. He doesn’t respond to it although he really wants too. Even more when his mother says; ‘I’m glad you finally feel better Eddie-bear and out those sick and filthy thoughts out of your head. I’m proud of you for choosing the right thing.’ Eddie instantly doesn’t feel guilty anymore about what’s he’s about to do.

He knew that his wedding was going to take place in a tent outside in the woods, he had managed to compromise with Greta. His wedding was supposed to take place on the beach, but Eddie refused to step foot on the sand, and Greta had reluctantly agreed. He’s not exactly ecstatic about this venue either, but it’ll do.

He paid the janitor that cleans his office to clean the tent, so he knows he’ll do everything in his power to get it as clean as possible. When he tells his mom where they’re going as they’re in the car, his mom throws a fit.

‘Do you know how much dirt and diseases are in the forest Eddie-bear? Would you really want to risk that? How would that beautiful girl feel when she has to walk with her white dress into branches and bugs on the floor. She acts like a toddler. Eddie doesn’t have it in himself to argue with her that it wasn’t even his choice, he just lets her rant. His mother has been fantasizing about how his ‘true’ love would look like. Eddie doesn’t think that the experts really have it in them to find the eighth matches, he thinks it’s bullshit. Still, the woman his mother describes, blond hair, short and a ‘caring’ personality is nothing like Eddie’s type at all. He hopes to god, he doesn’t get stuck with someone like Sonia. He don’t think he’d even survive a week.

He's worried too, about how he’ll look on tv. He has spend his whole life putting on a façade towards the world. He’s done it with his mother ever since he found out he was gay, and later towards his workplace too, because he didn’t feel like he could trust anyone. It’s been exhausting, and when he gets to his apartment to spend the night by himself, he can finally breath. He doesn’t have to worry about what people will think of him, and he can just be Eddie, not at Edward.

He’s afraid that he’ll be filmed for an entire day and won’t be able to present himself as pristine and proper, the way Sonia had always insisted he was. Eddie didn’t think he was all that formal as people might think of him. Granted he never took risks and organized everything to a T, but sometimes he had these irrational impulses, to jump headfirst into danger, and to feel the thrill of it. At times he could feel the anger burning in his veins when one of his partners came up with an idiot plan and he had to excuse himself to the bathroom because if he didn’t, he might actually kill him.

But those were all the kind of things Eddie didn’t show, didn’t want to show. He knew however, that his ‘partner’ would want to know everything about him, and Eddie couldn’t even be honest with himself at times, let alone to some stranger he had just met.

He’s there first, which is honestly a blessing. There are a lot of chairs unfilled, both on his side and on the side of the mystery guy. His mother takes it upon herself to greet the brides family, and he shuffles behind her, like a petulant child. The parents of his future husband introduce themselves as Wentworth, ‘went’ Tozier and Maggie Tozier. Maggie has the warmest smile on her face as she looks at Eddie, which Eddie graciously returns. He turns beet red though, when Sonia starts asking about their ‘beautiful daughter’.

If Eddie could go back in the past, he’d just pay that damn fine, nothing is worth standing here like an idiot. He can’t though, and it’s starting to dawn on him that his mother will most definitely make a fit, and that will be televised to show to the entire country. He rubs his hands on his trousers nervously, and he makes eye contact with Maggie. She stares at him, looks him right in the eyes and though Eddie wants to look away, he feels like he can’t. She seems to look for something, and Eddie can see from the corner of his eyes how her hand lands on Went’s arm.

Went looks at her, opens his mouth to, most likely to dispute Sonia’s statement and tell her that he in fact has a son, but him and his wife seem to have a silent conversation, and he closes his mouth again. Maggie changes the conversation.

When the traditional wedding song starts, he panics. He looks at his mom who looks as smug as could be, and he looks at Matthew standing besides him, and he nearly cries. He can’t have her throw a tantrum and it being filmed. He couldn’t bare to have people all over the country know that his mother treats him the way she does, and he just lets her. He looks back at his assistant in the front row, on the other side of his mom and he makes a gesture at her. She jumps up fast and runs towards him, a confused look on her face. ‘You have to get my mom out of here,’ he begs her, his voice desperate. She opens her mouth to argue, Eddie knows, since she absolutely despised the woman, but Eddie buts in first. ‘Please, I’ll do anything you want.’

She fixes him with a look, smiles and turns back around towards Sonia. ‘Mom, I need you to go with Erika and get the gift I bought for my future spouse, I left it there.’ The car is at least a 10 minute walk if you walked fast which Sonia Kaspbrak does not do, and he didn’t even buy a gift. He knows it not enough time to cover a wedding, but he hopes Erika can distract her ling enough. His plan on getting revenge flies out the window, he’ll deal with her later.  

His mother looks baffled, but Eddie and Erika are already ushering her away. ‘But Eddie-bear, I’ll miss the wedding’, she complains, but she’s following Erika out already. She’s only doing it because she wants to appear as motherly as possible.

‘Don’t worry mss Kaspbrak, the always plays the song when the bride just left her apartment.’ Erika tries to sooth. It’s an awful excuse and Erika winces, but Sonia just nods and makes her way, slowly, towards the limo.

Just in time. As soon as she disappears in the woods, a car stops in front of the massive tent they’re in, and he looks down nervously. He can’t do this. In his mind  he can already hear his mothers screeching voice when she sees a man walk in, and a headache is already forming. He hears footstep behind him, as he had turned his back towards the entrance. He squeezes his eyes shut and he hopes against all hope that the camera isn’t pointed at him right now, the hope is feeble.

He glances behind him when he hears a laugh from their guests, and when he does he’s struck with an intense feeling of familiarity. He doesn’t’ know why, but he feels like he knows this person.

He can’t possibly though and Eddie shakes the weird feeling. He looks at the guy up and down. He’s actually kind of hot. Not in the conventional way, cause he’s kind of scruffy looking, his hair looks like it hasn’t been combed in days and his suit is wrinkled, not to mention the fact that he isn’t wearing matching socks. But he has this charm about him that Eddie instantly likes. He looks sweet almost, the way he’s staring at Eddie, with his jaw dropped open, but then his lips curl into a smirk.

‘Yowza, nobody told me I’d be pared with cutie’, the stranger says, and his entourages burst out laughing. Eddie snorts, but doesn’t respond as he steps in front of him. ‘I’m Eddie Kaspbrak’, Eddie says formally with a slight strain in his voice. The stranger grins sweetly, ignoring Eddie’s outstretched hand and dragging him into a hug. ‘I’m Richie Tozier’, he responds, ‘It’s not to meet you Eds.’

Eddie frowns, ‘It’s Eddie, not Eds. Eddie is already a nickname.’

Richie just shakes his head, still with that damn grin on his face. ‘I think I’ll stick to Eds, Eds.’

Eddie chooses to ignore him, mostly because he wants this wedding to be over as fast as possible. ‘What do you do for a living’, Eddie mumbles when the court official begins to talk. He knows he should pay attention, but he’s about to marry this guy who he knows literally nothing about.

Richie leans down, seemingly on purpose to tart Eddie about their height difference, and answers his question. ‘I’m a famous comedian’, he response. Eddie admits that he looks the part. He almost laughs, this guy was everything his mother would hate. He wonders how Erika is doing, and f she’s having any luck with distracting her.

The ceremony goes fast, way faster that Eddie had expected, and it seems like he only blinked before it’s time for their vows. He goes first. He doesn’t want to be made fun off if Richie’s speech turns out way better. He clears his throat and turns his body towards Richie, trying to calm his erratic heart.

‘Hello new husband, as you might know by now, my name is Eddie. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, but here we are. I’ll warn you in advance, I hate germs, of any kind, so you’ll have to keep the house as clean as can be. I’m not brave, so don’t try and roll me in any adventures. All in all, I’m pretty boring. All I can promise you is that I’ll try my absolute hardest to be the best spouse I can be, and I’ll do my best to be a listening ear to you all the time. Instead at night of course’. Everyone laughs at his last sentence. Richie is smiling, a real smile this time.

Eddie’s heart skips a beat, and he can’t believe that he might actually like this lanky, brown haired giant. He tries to ignore it, there’s no way he’s already into a guy he met at most twenty minutes ago.

‘You are brave’, Richie whispers, so quietly Eddie is sure only he and the official can hear him, not even the camera’s. ‘you came here and did this, that already proves you’re braver than you think.’ Eddie blinks in surprise, and it seems that Richie snaps out of it too. He laughs nervously, and for a second he makes eye contact with his mother, who gives him an encouraging nod. ‘Eddie Spaghetti’, he begins.

‘That’s worse than Eds’, Eddie deadpans, and Richie laughs his ass off. Eddie laughs with him, for a moment he forgets that he’s being filmed.

‘I promise that I’ll always be ready with stupid jokes, who I’m gonna test out on you of course, and make you laugh every day. I also promise that I’ll always be ready to it going if you know what I mean, day and night’, he winks and Eddie pretends to gag. Everyone laughs once more. ‘I don’t know what else to say, you got lucky with me buddy, I bet we’re gonna have a great time.’ Richie finishes his speech with a bow towards his guest. They clap for him and Eddie rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath. ‘Drama Quinn.’

Richie hears him and grasps his chest where his heart lays. ‘You wound me Eds.’

‘By the power vested in me by the state’, Eddie hears the words vaguely, because he’s suddenly worrying about the question of whether or not they should kiss. He kind of wants to if he’s honest, but he doesn’t know if Richie does. ‘I now pronounce you husband and husband.’ Both Eddie and Richie stare at each other. It’s Eddie that leaps forward first, without even realizing it himself. They share a quick peck, it’s barely even considered a kiss, but Eddie loves the feeling of Richie’s chapped lips. He’s supposed to be disgusted by that, but he most definitely is not.  

When Richie and Eddie pull away, When Eddie falls back on his heels, he hears a gasp. His mother is standing there, alongside Erika who is smiling at the two of them. Eddie’s eyes widen. Sonia begins to cry immediately. ‘Oh look Eds, I made your mom cry. And for once it’s not because of my dick.’ Eddie gulps, his eyes unmoving from his mother. ‘Hey Eds you okay?’ Richie asks, with genuine concern. Eddie ignores him, subconsciously grabbing his hand. Richie reciprocate the movement, thankfully. ‘We’ve got to go,’ Eddie says, ‘now.’

And so they do. Richie doesn’t ask any questions, at least not yet, and Eddie is so damn grateful for that that he could almost kiss Richie again. His mother almost passes out, and she grabs Eddie’s cuff when he passes her.

‘Edward, what is this. What’s happening?’ She demands to now, and despite the fact that Eddie wants to escape the situation as fast as possible, he know he can’t.

‘Well misses K, one, we’re very gay. And two I’m sorry but we can’t continue are relationship, I know you’ll miss our evening dates, but I can only date one Kaspbrak at a time.’ Sonia gapes, trying to figure out how to form words and how to respond to it.

Before she can however, Richie tugs Eddie closer, and Eddie follows in a daze, he can’t comprehend what just happened. Nobody had ever stood up to Sonia like that.

When Eddie and Richie get seated in the limo, Eddie kisses Richie on his cheek. Richie blushes a bright red, trying to conceal it but failing miserably. Eddie thinks that he might be happier than he has been in a long long time.

[tartareus]

Do you condone/ship incest? I was reading your rules and got confused about your sentence where you said if people are uncomfortable with fictional consensual incest this isn’t the blog for you. Except Incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction

hi there, friend, how do you do?

while i'm not particularly fond of anons (nex time you'd like to discuss something regarding my rules and/or character portrayal, i strongly encourage you to do so via ims - i don't bite, and if our points of view don't quite match? that's alright, i promise i'll leave you in peace :) ) for various reasons, i'm so glad you've read my rules (that probably makes you one of the few who follow me - at least i presume you do, idk - who has done so, so thank you so much!), i cannot stress enough how important they are to me. if i happen to follow you, rest assured that i have read yours (unless, ofc, i couldn't find one in your blog - in any case, if i happen to accidentally break one of yours, just hmu or gimme a nudge).

considering that you've asked more than one question, i'll answer to you in separate sections - needless to say that while i break it down your questions, the answer might become a little longer than usual (again, i'm sorry). i'll keep this tagged, in case any of my followers don't feel like reading about this. without further ado, let’s dive in.´

“do you condone/ship incest?”

short answer? nope. but that is not a black or white question i’m afraid. no, i – nox, the human behind this blog of fictional characters – personally do not condone incest , never have and never will, and  don’t ship it. i do, however, ship consanguinamory on rare occasions, and when i do happen to write it i never do it in a good light.

for those who are not familiar with the term, here’s a little bit of info about it x && x. in short, the key difference between them is: incest is usually linked abuse (a fictional example that can be used, taking in consideration one of my very own muses, in this case is margot verger – who was sadly abused by her brother in the hannibal books) while consanguinamory (the lannisters, for example, or even the sharpe siblings from crimson peak are examples of consanguineous relationships) is the consensual romantic and/or sexual relationship between members of the same family who are of consenting age.

[ personally, i find both of them gross as fuuck irl but when it comes to fictional works i may get over this first disgust and ponder more on that && take in consideration the characters arch, plot, thoughts and the whole world they are set in. ]

i suppose the turning point here is the consent. i never, never, condone any sort of abuse – not in fiction and neither in real life – and while it’s a subject that bothers me to no end in real life, when it comes to fiction i am less inclined to project into them. i may write dark and toxic relationships, but i obviously do not condone them. that’s the point here – people on this hellsite usually mix the two together (condoning something and shipping/writing it, that is) when in fact they shouldn’t even be in the same box to begin with.

let’s say you write a fictional serial killer – norman bates, tate langdon, hannibal lecter, catherine tramell (that chick from basic instinct), patrick bateman, mrs lovett and sweeney todd, kai anderson, bellatrix, grindelwald and voldemort (the list of plausible examples could go on forever…) – here and ship with them; does it mean that you, the writer, condone every single action and choice your muse does? if writing something purely fictional equals to condoning it in real life, well… the world is even more fucked up than i first thought.

you see, in this little exercise in imagination, you could’ve easily picked a good guy or gal to write, the hero; the goody two shoes. why didn’t you? well, it’s complicated to pin point why some are drawn to darker works of fiction and characters while others are not, i suppose each individual has their own reasons && i can only speak for myself when i say that i am drawn to these sort of fictional works because they the safest way to explore dark topics that pertain to human society. on my side, it’s nothing but raw curiosity.

there’s also the issue of how different cultures see these relationships. in case you haven’t noticed, i am not from the states but actually from brazil. especially in the rural area, it’s not uncommon for second cousins to date or even marry (ew, i know, pretty gross). that’s something that is luckily falling out of practice, but you can easily find it, more so in the poor rural areas that are really far from the cities.

you may have noticed that most of the sources for the terms come from a blog that advocates real life consanguinamory – but make no mistake, i don’t support it. these were the only places i’ve found as sources in a quick look online. i don’t support it irl, but whatever consenting adults are doing amongst themselves is no concern of mine – i have no say on the matter and all in all, i don’t give a damn. i just don’t like it. everything i’ve discussed here is related to fiction, consent and is only ever related to people of consenting age.

“i was reading your rules and got confused about your sentence where you said if people are uncomfortable with fictional consensual incest this isn’t the blog for you. except incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction”

to be honest with you, anon, i couldn’t possibly see how you’ve got confused with this. i thought i was pretty clear with that, but perhaps not. sorry, my english is not perfect. however, with the risk of sounding like a meme, i said what i said. if you personally feel uncomfortable or even triggered with fictional consensual incest otherwise known as consanguinamory, maybe my blog isn’t for you. not because i – as the mun –  condone it, but because i might mention it or even allude to it when i write certain characters. again, consent is the main thing here – you won’t ever see me writing that awful part of margot’s past, but i might mention it on some threads as it is part of her trauma but i will write jaime’s feelings regarding cersei and joanna’s love for tywin – and that should not be overlooked.

“except incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction” 

so far so good, am i to assume that you also believe that “murder is murder, regardless of if it is fiction or not”? should we call the police on, idk, george rr martin for killing....hell knows how many characters...at this point i’m sure not even he knows. leaving my petty comment aside (it’s the arthritis, i’m always annoyed when in pain), i see where you’re coming from; fair enough.  but you missed a big point here – consensual. i do not write abuse, even to the muses who – in the canon source material – have done so    ( like jaime lannister himself – who’s in a consanguinamorous [therefore, falling under the category of fictional consensual incest] relationship with cersei – who abused his sister next to their son’s dead body [ yeah, jaime apologists, i’m out to get y’all...jokes aside, i do not acknowledge people claiming that cersei manipulated him into going to bed with her, while they are both shitty and toxic as fuck people, their relationship is mutually messed up – gag if you must but jaime lannister is far from innocent angel ] )     in the past. i. don’t. write. it. but i do write jaime’s feelings for cersei because they are canon and are also a big part of the character he became.

all of that, of course, has to do with my own position on the “war” between the people who believe fiction has a great power and influence over reality vs the ones who do not believe in that. personally, i find it hard to believe that fiction is a brainwashing tool rewiring people’s brains  - i find the idea itself ludicrous, the ones who strongly stand for that aren’t that different from flat-earthers and people who believe in reverse racism tbh – but i do acknowledge the influence media has on society. its not nearly enough to turn someone to the “dark side” alone by itself – those who claim that videogames, for example, made them violent most likely already had something different and perhaps wrong with them before the games triggered something. i don’t believe that media creates things on people, but brings buried things (fears, feelings, emotions, hopes) back to the surface. it’s all about the stimulus.

if you wanna be scared, watch an horror movie; if you wanna be happy, a comedy video.  wanna feel warm inside and live unrealistic romantic expectations vicariously through fictional characters? read a 50.000 words slow burn fluffy happy fanfic of your otp at 3 am even though you gotta wake up early in the following morning....

point is, they are not creating things, they are bringing forth responses from you that were already there in your brain (everybody has laughed before and felt fear, it’s part of human development). and how you react to certain content is entirely to you and your past. say, if you drowned as a kid on the sea - and had trauma from that - the idea of watching titanic is not so fun, is it?

it’s not my place to decide what you should do, that is entirely your own choice to make, just be aware that, as i’ve stated before countless times, i may write dark topics that may or may not be triggering to some.  i do so because it is my blog, and i don’t react so harshly to this content (in fact, i love horror, thriller and dark fictional stuff – meanwhile i dread the thought of rom coms, hell knows why??) for i am lucky to be able to separate fiction from reality. basically, whilst writing a villain, i myself do not become one in real life – that part remains in fiction only and doesn’t affect me.

that is not a constant, sure. i don’t just write dark shady stuff – there’s plenty of fluffy shit on my blog, but i like to warn people beforehand to make sure we are all on the same page. it’s for your own comfort, i suppose, because i may not understand certain points of view on fiction but i will always defend your right to be comfortable and safe.

so yes, if you aren’t feeling well at that notion, please unfollow and block me if you must – i never wish to cause any discomfort to anyone – however, before you do so (that is, if you do so) i beg you to just send me an im warning me beforehand, please? that way i can block you – and your other blogs as well – so the chances of me running into you again and causing you discomfort will be minimal. that way we’ll both be on own respective lanes and happy about it. i mass follow very often and don’t usually know which blogs belong to whom (uh, did that make sense? my latina ass is not used to using whom in a sentence....), i may follow another blog (or the revamped blog) of someone who has blocked me and never even realise it – that’s not me following you around and stalking like a total creep, that’s probably me not even remembering who you are. again, sorry – i don’t mean for this to come off rude or anything but???? its the truth? you know the drill, big following list, big followers list (well, big for me tbh, i cannot remember the name or alias of 600 people for the life of me, excuse me if my memory doesn’t serve me right), hard to keep track. there will be no witch hunts, at least on my part, because i deem them to be childish and way too dramatic for my taste. if you’d like to speak in private, adult to adult, i’m always game – i dread vague posting, i personally see it as a pathetic and weak trait. 

as long as you’re civil, so am i.

either way, do whatever makes you feel comfortable and safe on your blog – your  mental health is far more important (to me, and hopefully to you as well) than a hobby, than tumblr, rp or whatever fictional stuff someone’s writing or reading; you are responsible for your own online experience, and i am responsible for mine. that’s an empowering thing that should be reminded more often.

i truly hope i’ve managed to answer whatever doubts or questions you had in mind, if not my ims are always open and so is my discord. once again, thank you for reading my rules and stay safe!

edit; my dumb ass forgot to drop my disco handle, since i change often. it currently is   DOCTOR BITCHCRAFT !!! | 𝒏𝒐𝒙#1398

[jennifercarterwrites]

The Deal (Connor x Reader DBH part 2)

Part two of “Mixed Up”, here you find part one.

Hey guys, thanks for your nice feedback on my last fanfic. I’m glad you like it and decided to write a second part. Please feel free again to tell me what you think. I’ think I’ll make a few other chapters about our newly-wed couple. Maybe also some smut :3

Tag List: @1lluminaticonfirmed

(If anyone else wants to be tagged, just tell me)

“Congratulations. I now pronounce you husband and wife.” “Very funny.” You started laughing, but both Connor and the official looked at you in confusion. “Is something the matter, Mrs. Anderson?” “No, but… I wouldn’t put it that way, since it’s a contract for work and… wait, why did you just call me Anderson?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I should have told you before. Didn’t you see it in the contract?” The official started to explain, but Connor interrupted him.“I know that it’s normal for the android to take the humans name, but in this case I preferred to keep my last name. Most androids don’t have one, but I got mine from Lieutenant Anderson. He's a colleague who helped me after I deviated. I hope that’s okay for you.”

You felt like your head was spinning. What was going on here? They were definitely talking about marriage. Not a work partnership like the one you signed up for, but a real marriage. Till death do us part and all this stuff. Was this some kind of sick joke?

“Are you okay, [Y/N]?” Connor seemed worried about you. “Do you need some fresh air?” You nodded. “T-That would be great, yes.”

“All the papers are complete, so you can leave now." You heard the official talking like a distant noise in the background. “And if you want to change the name again, we can still arrange this later.” You felt dizzy while Connor was escorting you outside.

The elevator was empty. You looked around, trying to avert Connors gaze, when you noticed a poster.

“Register now for the android integration program!”, it said. “Help an android to integrate into human society. Learn about the new intelligent species!”

This was exactly what you were trying to do, but something went wrong, terribly wrong. You had another look at the poster and noticed the description at the bottom.

“Work partnership program, Room 504. Life partnership program, Room 503.” Well, that explained something.

You cleared your throat. “So, this means we are married? Like a real couple?” Connor seemed confused about your question. “Yes, we are. Is this not what… you wanted?” “Actually, no. I signed up for a work partnership.”

Connor looked shocked, almost hurt. But you two didn’t even know each other. Why was he even concerned about this? “So… this was all a huge misunderstanding?” You nodded slowly and tried not to avert his gaze. His eyes had this warm colour of brown. Focussing on them was the only thing that prevented you from freaking out.

“But I don’t understand this.” He frowned. “The contract stated clearly that this is a life partnership. With signing it you agreed to helping me integrate into human society as your partner.” He paused. “As your spouse.” “Do you really think I read this whole contract?” “It said it in the headline.”

Well, maybe he was not completely wrong about this.

You noticed that the two of you had already left the townhall. Now you were standing in the park in front of the building. It was a warm spring day, a bit windy. You tried to focus on the warm sun on your skin and took another deep breath. “Listen, Connor. This is not about you. Not at all. I would have loved to collaborate with you for a project at my job. But I was never looking for a… husband.” It felt weird to even use this word. “I got this completely wrong. And now it’s time to fix it.” You turned around, ready to enter the townhall again, but Connor grabbed your arm and was holding you back. “Wait, [Y/N]. Do you really want to annul this marriage?” “I don’t see what else we can do.” You shrugged. “If you haven’t read the contract, you probably also don’t know about the fee for withdrawing it?” “Which fee?” You felt like the floor was turning upside down again. “It’ll cost 50.000 dollars to annul the marriage during the first year. The government does not want humans to get a free househould android this way and give it back whenever they want.” “But… I don’t have that much money.” You realized that you sounded like a small child, but now you became desparate.

“Please don’t worry about this, [Y/N]. Do you want to sit down?” Connor dragged you over to a bench. He placed his arm around your waist to prevent you from tripping. His touch sent a warm feeling down your spine, but you tried to ignore it. This was definitely not the right moment to think about how attractive he actually was.

“Are you in a romantic relationship?”, he asked out of nowhere. You felt how your face turned red. Why was he asking this? Did it matter? “I, ehm, no, I’m not.” “That’s good.” Connor looked relieved. “Oh, well, I don’t know if it’s good for you, but it’ll make things easier”, he added. “Easier for what?” Your voice got louder. “There’s no way I’m going to be your wife, don’t you understand?”

“Don’t worry, [Y/N]. I understood very well.” His voice trembled a bit and you felt sorry for yelling at him. After all, this was not what he wanted as well. “Sorry, I just don’t know what you do”, you murmured.

Connor nodded. “Listen, I have an idea. We might be married, but this is just a piece of paper. If you want to, we can still have a professional partnership. You teach me things about your work and how humans live and you learn from me about androids. What you you think?”

“I… well. This would be ideal for me. But what about you? You wanted a partner for your.. life?” “Yes, I did.” Connor looked sincere now. “But I would never take advantage of your misunderstanding. There is no need for you to pay the annulation fee. We can just pretend this was a work partnership. And after a year, we can get divorced and I’ll look for someone else who… meets my expectations.”

“Okay… okay. If this is good for you, I guess it’s the best decision.” You breathed out and tried to make up your mind about what was happening here. This sounded like a pretty weird dream, but it could turn out to be okay.

“There’s only one question left”, Connor said while you got up from the bench. “The contract also states that we live together. Like a real couple would, you know?”

Right. There was always a catch, wasn’t it?

“Okay. Where do you live at the moment?”, you asked him. “I spend most of my free time with Lieutenant Anderson or other colleagues from the DPD. I used to return to Cyberlife in the night, but since my deviation I usually charge at the police station.”

This sounded pretty sad for a human, but was perfectly normal for an Android. The relationship to this colleagues would be interesting for your research. “What about you?”, he interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh, I have a small apartment. Nothing to fancy. But they’ll never find out whether we live together or apart, I guess.”

“There will be inspections now and then. And they are not announced beforehand.”

“Of course.” You sighed. You should have guessed this. Both of you fell silent for a while. You examined him once more. There were worse things than a nice, good-looking Android at your home. “Can you cook?” “Not yet, but I can download a cooking software, if you need me to.”

You grinned and took his hand. “We have a deal then.”

[linyi-is-dreaming]

One Way Out - Part 6

Part 6 of ?

Story: Hoseok // Y/N // Yoongi // Namjoon // Taehyung // Jin // Jimin // Jungkook

Category: Smut, Mystery, Abusive Relationship, Crime

Summary: After Y/N’s last break up, she tried to get her ex off her mind. Parties, one night stands, nothing helped except only one thing that helped her the most: her now boyfriend Hoseok. They became from friends to friends with benefits and after a while they both confessed their feelings for each other and started dating. But the calculation was made without her ex, Yoongi. Who does not come back on good terms.

Chapter 6: Under the surface

Hoseok scans Jimin’s body before he takes Jimin’s phone in his hands again. He searches through all the messages and phone calls on his phone. It was true, the number was not saved, but he was in contact with that person all the time. He must know Jungkook and he must have had conversation during being part of Hoseok’s team. “You coward.”, Jin says uncontrollably loud. He gets closer to Jimin and closer until there is almost no space between them. “Explain them why you have this scar!” Jimin licks his lips as he looks up at Jin.  

“I told you, I am not who you think I am.” 

“What are you trying to say? Are you saying that you have no explanation for this scar?”  

“Why do I have to explain my scar? As I said it before, I am not who you think I am. A lot of people have scars, you have a lot to do if you think everyone with scars is someone you know.” Jin starts to grin.  

“No explanation, huh? Well then let me tell them what happened.” Yoongi looks interested at Jimin’s face. Jimin looked as he was not scared, but his voice gave him away.  

“I think, you should go ahead Jin. This little boy has played the wrong game.”, Yoongi says as he walks to the other side of the room. From his new standing spot, he found Y/N, sitting on the floor. Her back leaned against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest by her arms. The eyes of her were closed and her lips kept moving, but he could not hear a word. His heart started to ache not to be next to her, just to hug her. He knew if he did, Hoseok would have known he lied. This risk is something he could not take. Namjoon takes a short look on Y/N when he realized that Yoongi saw her, as he sees she is stressed but okay, he looked back to Yoongi who already had his eyes back on Jimin.  Namjoon and Hoseok were watching the situation with worries. They knew, if something goes wrong, they need to get Y/N out of this situation immediately.  

“How glad you must be just to have this scar.” It was clear to see that Jimin swallowed hard. “You are a coward! Simply worthless.” He provokes Jimin to make him speak. 

“I never backed out from anything. You do not know me!”, Jimin screams. He lost his cool, Jin had him where he wanted him to be. Jimin knew if he would have reacted like that in front of Jungkook, he would be dead by now. The thought that Jin is about to do the same was on his mind, maybe he has a knife on him. Maybe he would not dare to do that here. The idea of dying now, was crossing his mind.  

 “What a great chance for you, that you were taken into this team.” Jin’s words made Namjoon think, when he was the last addition to their team, how come that exactly he was the one who was supposed to take care of her. Why was it no one who was in the team from the beginning, he wondered. 

“You guys know each other?”, Hoseok asks. “Interesting.” 

“Yeah. Actually, very interesting to say at least. He was working along with Taehyung, but because he cowardly did not do his job, Taehyung gave him the scar to remember him, that next time the scar would be on his face. He was supposed to shoot into someone’s head from an empty building. Would have been a lot of money for his crew, the job came from a client who needed their service from time to time. Not to mention that with every day they lost, the less money they would get from that client. Since then he only did little things, for example setting the traps up. I mean, as far as I am informed.”, Jin explains. 

“Namjoon. Hoseok. Believe me when I say, they are lying.” Jin stomps on Jimin’s foot. To Jimin’s regret, no one stepped in. Jimin groans in pain but Jin keeps his foot on his as he moved it a little from time to time. Jimin tried to push him away but that made Jin even more angry.  

“You are calling us liars? How dare you?” Jin’s voice begin to sound scary. It was much deeper than before, and he spoke much slower with a touch of anger. “You little rat were not capable of anything. Did Jungkook tell you to bring her to the park?” Jimin did not respond. Jin takes his foot off Jimin, only to take his fist to punch him in his stomach. Jimin bend forward which caused him to put his head on Jin’s shoulder. Jin takes him by the shoulder to lean him back against the wall. “He did, and you followed. You are his little bitch.” Hoseok heard enough and gives the unsaved number a call. While it ringed Namjoon took Jin away from Jimin. Hoseok walked towards Jimin to handle him the phone in case someone was about to pick up. As someone picked up, he turned it on loudspeaker and turned the phone to Jimin. 

“Jimin?” Hoseok gives Jimin a sign to speak up.  

“Yes.” 

“Why are you calling? You know exactly that we would call you if anything else is needed.” 

“I just wanted to make sure if everything is alright.” You could hear a voice laugh and then the connection was gone. 

“They call you if something is needed from you? You still do not know them, huh?” Namjoon starts to mock him. “You have a real problem my friend. Four people in here against you, I would start speaking up, before something bad happens.” 

“I do not know that person.” Yoongi started to look at the ceiling before he looks at Jimin. He tilts his head a little and his finger is pointing at Jimin as he walks up to him. 

“We all know now that you are a rat, it is time to speak up. How much?” 

“How much what?” 

“How much did he offer for you to bring her to the park?” 

“I do not know why they have my number –“ Yoongi hits Jimin’s face with his fist. 

“I am losing my patience with you. Why do you have Taehyung’s number if they do not know you? It is quite funny to me.” Jimin’s lip showed a bit of blood. Yoongi sat down on the table in front of Jimin, playing with his fingers as he looks at Hoseok and Namjoon. Namjoon nods as an approval to Hoseok to let Yoongi continue. “We do this to you and as far my information goes, you went to police academy with them. According to what we could find out about you, you were often seen with them, but they do not protect you now. You must have done something bad back then and you are still not able to get your head out of your ass.” 

“Who gave you this information?”, Jimin asks. 

“How much did they offer?” Yoongi ignored Jimin’s question.  

“They offered me nothing.” Jin steps right behind Yoongi.  

“Are you sure? I think Jin did not do his work out yet for today. I guess he would not mind using you as a punching bag.” Jimin looks around, he was looking for a way out, but they were all around him. It was obvious that no one believed him anything anymore.  

“Okay, yes. You were right.”, Jimin mumbles. 

“What was he right about?” Namjoon cuts in.  

“Yes, my underground work included Jungkook’s crew, or whatever is left of it now.” Jimin looks at Hoseok. “Even when he knows I am on your team, he would have not hurt her. At least not yet. He wants Yoongi to see her pain.” Hoseok could not believe his ears. He left her alone with someone who was trying to help Jungkook to kill her.  

“What was his offer?”, Hoseok asks. “What was his offer?” Hoseok repeated once again and that in a louder tone.  

“He said he needed proof that I was around her. That’s it.” 

“And you idiot followed him.”, Yoongi says as he walks to the windows. “Are they around us at the moment?” 

“I do not know. They did not inform me about it.” 

“But they informed you before?”, Namjoon asks. “You made it possible for them to lay down the stuff that we found in the bedroom. Who did you let in?” 

“I did not believe Tae, when he told me that those officers are dead, and I should make sure that the other side was clean.” Jimin only stares to the floor. “As I checked, I found them dead. He did not lie. I talked with the other officers and walked to the other side with them, so he could walk in and put the stuff there." Hoseok shakes his head in disbelieve. 

“What are their plans with her?” 

“I am not informed about it.” 

“Jin, Yoongi. You know Jungkook, do you believe Jimin’s words?” 

“As far as I know Jungkook, he would use him only to get to her. He probably already knows that if it would get to dangerous, that he would speak. Cowards always speak before worse happens.”, Yoongi stated. Jin nods at Yoongi’s words. “I only wondered how much he offered you to do that?” 

“Fine. He offered me 15.000,- Dollars if I can proof that I am in Hoseok’s team. He said he offers me more, if I do the next step too.” 

“What is the next step?” 

“Handing her to Jungkook. If that would be done and everything worked fine, he would give me 50.000,- Dollars.” It was hard to say who was angrier in this room. No one said a word, it became so quiet. Within the silence, there was a little sound which got the attention of Hoseok. He turns to the right sight, in the direction of the sound, only to see Y/N sob. Yoongi only could watch him walking to Y/N, his desire to be there for her was strong, but all he can do now is to watch them. It ate him alive, Jin saw it. He knew the lie Yoongi said, will him hurt him but both know otherwise their position might be worse. Y/N looks up to see Hoseok looking at her and she immediately tries to get back up on her feet. 

“Where can we go now?”, Y/N asks.  

“We have to talk with the station. They will have to send us a new address again first.” 

“Jimin told him the address, if they are faster, I am dead.” 

“What did you just say?”, Namjoon asks as he puts hand cuffs on Jimin. He pushes him down on the couch next to Jin.  

“He lied. He just did not see me, he touched me. Jimin talked with them, the backup he was talking about left us alone for a few minutes. It felt like it was twenty minutes.” Hoseok looks at Y/N’s hand as he takes her hands in his. 

“Shut up! You are as worthless as Jungkook said. Remember his words, Y/N. Do you want it to hap-” Jimin could not finish his sentence, as another punch landed in his face. 

“Dare to speak to her like that again. I cannot promise it will be nice next time.” Jin says with his eyes looking at him as there was nothing human like within his. His eyes were showing that his talk is no empty air. 

“Y/N do not look at him, look only at me. Tell me what happened in the park.”, Hoseok says calmly. Yoongi’s body turning in the direction of Y/N. 

“When we got off the car we started to walk into the park, but there was a side walk to another hidden place. There were just trees around, he told me how you guys know each other and since when you are not that close anymore. I kept looking in the distance and behind us. I got nervous by every minute. The backup was out of sight. When I asked to go back, he told me to relax. I thought maybe I should trust him, but that was when I saw Taehyung and Jungkook on the bench.” She takes a deep breath. “They got up when they saw us and walked to a picnic table. Jimin told me to sit down and to keep calm. Taehyung sat himself on the other side as Jungkook sat himself to my right side. He did not sit as you would on a table, he had his body turned to me. He took me by my upper arm and pulled me into a hug. As his legs were on each side of this bench, I was totally tight to his chest.” Yoongi’s fist was tightly closed as he hears her words. He did not want to hear more. “He put an arm around my waist and the other one was touching my head. He pet my head and kissed me on the top of it. Jimin said nothing, I only saw Taehyung giving him an envelope. He took it, but I could not see what he was doing with it, because Jungkook… He took my face in his palms. He told me that he is sorry for somebody like me. If I would know his plan, I would be terrified. But he gives me an option on my future. I should think about. Either I will die, or I will have to be forever his.” Hoseok looks at Namjoon. Namjoon picked his phone out to call the station, but apparently, he could not reach anyone. He tries to reach their boss, but he was also not picking up. The emergency numbers he received from the team did not work either. 

“I cannot reach anyone. Hoseok does your phone work?” Hoseok tries to call different numbers of the team including his boss’ phone. It did not work too. Hoseok shakes his head. “We have a problem then.” 

“I knew you were not able to take care of her. Were you not informed that Taehyung knows how to hack phones? He probably already tracked Jimin’s phone and blocked our phones.” 

“What do you mean by that?”, Namjoon says as Jin tries his phone. 

“What I am saying is that my phone is not able to get the call to Jin nor is he able to call me even though our phones are directly next to each other. They have hacked our phones.” If they underrated Taehyung, then they must have miscalculated very bad. Jimin only laughs. “Shut your fucking mouth or I will shut it for good!” 

“You really have underrated him. All I am going to say is that he knows how to hack into phone systems to make it dysfunctional. He knows how to hack into navigation systems to send someone off to somewhere else. Are you still thinking you do not need my underground work?”, Jimin says mockingly. 

“Y/N, did something else happen?”, Yoongi asks. Hoseok looks at Yoongi surprised. Even though he does not want them to talk with each other, he knows he will have to accept that he asked her. It was a part of the deal, as long as he was around them it must be alright, he thinks. 

“No. Jimin took me back to car. Jungkook and Taehyung followed us, but Jimin just told me to keep walking. When he put me in the car and I saw him standing there, waving his hand at me smilingly, I froze.” 

“It is okay. I am sorry that you have to go through that.” The sound of a phone vibrating filled the room. It was Jimin’s phone, a new message by Jungkook. Jungkook wants Yoongi to hand Y/N over to him. He should do it personally, as there would be no need for worries. He is ready to put the weapons down, if he gets Y/N in exchange. Hoseok does not say a word but hands the phone to Namjoon. 

“No way in hell!”, Namjoon yells. Yoongi’s attention was directed at the phone in Namjoon’s hands. “Sorry, but Yoongi will not do that. I will not risk that much.” Yoongi’s heart started to race as Namjoon explains the situation. Yoongi sat back down with folded hands in front of his face with a stare on Jimin. If looks could kill, he would be dead by now.

[kayuripax]

I totally agree with this. Fanfiction is a medium entirely in and of itself, and the wonderful thing is, that it's free. I used to read five books a week, and that isn't somehing you can carry for long financially. Fanfictions? I get stories with characters I know and love, in interesting settings, often with more words than actual novels. The first Harry Potter book had something around 33.000 words. I regularly see and read fics with over 50.000 and even 150.000 words. Fanfiction is the poor students library of adventures, and it's wonderful. I write myself, and I know I'd never actually manage a novel that would get published. Everything was already done at some point, I'd get the accusation of plagiarism. But with fanfiction? What does it matter if there are already 500 stories with that premise? Everyone writes it differently and it's all in good fun!

I know fanfiction is like this big joke and everything, but man, have I read some fics that have completely knocked the wind out of me. New York Times Best Sellers could NEVER.

[exile-wrath]

crackfic prompt: musician yuuri and mafia victor. Victor smuggles a different kind of organ than usual for Yuuri

L;LAL;KJF;SLAD

This is for the yoi mafia zine discord, which has been victim to my presence lately.

Some days, Yuuri’s fingers and lips buzz with a need to set to work on music — piano, flute, cello, violin, harpischord, anything that inhabits the second story of his home. Said second story is full of sheet music, wood, string, and the dust motes that dance in the rays of the sun, thin layers on the covers of instruments that Yuuri will take a year to cycle back to. 

He is not a musician by conventional definition, he thinks. He’s sold himself to music, but does not purely pursue one path to enlightenment, not like the rest. Yuuri is in perpetual motion, waking up with an itch to compose on something different every week or month or day or hour. He spends more time in the second story with his instruments than the first story with his bed. 

Then again, when his husband is home, Yuuri is compelled to play the instrument that is Victor Nikiforov instead — fingers digging into Egyptian cotton sheets, the tattooed curve of his back that makes Victor sigh whenever Yuuri strokes it, his beautiful mouth that produces sound that resonates with Yuuri’s heart more than any creation of wood and string ever will. 

Whether that sound is Victor’s moans in the middle of them having sex or Russian running roughshod from his mouth, ordering someone’s death, Yuuri doesn’t care. He finds comfort in every sound that Victor makes. 

But… some sounds are discordant and alarm him to his core. Sounds like Victor coming home from a long business trip at four in the afternoon, St. Petersburg snow following him in, calling, “Yuuri! I got you an organ!” 

Basic facts about Yuuri Katsuki: 

Age: 28Height: 173 centimetersProfession: Self-employed and highly sought-after musician and composer.Note: Married to Victor Nikiforov. First instrument was the violin. Prefers piano.

Basic facts about Victor Nikiforov: 

Age: 32Height: 180 centimetersProfession: Current Pakhan of the [REDACTED], specializes in organ trafficking and murder. Note: Married to Yuuri Katsuki. Uses knives as main weapons. Prefers to cut out people’s kidneys when they’re alive fresh. 

“How was America?” Yuuri normally rushes his husband for a hug, especially after not seeing him for two weeks, but he approaches cautiously, checking Victor’s hands. There’s no blood staining his gloves, which is a good sign.

Victor is the one that rushes him instead, picking him up and twirling him around. “How was America?” he repeats, “Luchik, did something happen?” He holds them close, their bodies flush against each other, and this close Yuuri knows that Victor will be able to see his dismay.

He reaches up to give Victor a chaste kiss despite everything, relieved at the lack of blood, but Victor’s words are still ringing in his head. “Vitya, what did I say about business in the house?” Yuuri chides.

Unfortunately, he still remembers very well that one time he had a client over for work and nearly had a heart attack because his husband presented him with a heart in the refrigerator. (An unfortunate fellow tried to seduce Victor, but his husband had gladly presented Yuuri with “the heart of someone that dared try touching my heart that belongs to you”.) After that close call (and many other instances of Victor or Yurio or other members of the clan harvesting organs at their house because they enjoyed listening to Yuuri play Masquerade Waltz upstairs) they had agreed on no business in the house. 

Victor blinks in confusion. “What do you mean, Yuuri?” he asks. “I got you an organ! That one from Orpheum Theatre you said you wanted to play someday!” 

“… what?” 

“I was in Los Angeles, and I remembered how much you wanted to play this organ, so I brought it to you since I couldn’t bring you to it.”

Ever since they got together (and even before that, as some strange courtship) Victor has gotten Yuuri instruments. Purchased them or procured them through illegal means. The Opus 50.000 Bösendorfer piano, Il Cannone Gaurnerius violin — gifts from Victor, for Yuuri to play as he pleases and for Victor to delight in his joy. 

The instrument gifts tapered off as their relationship went on, less because of any lack of love and more because Yuuri had so many already. So as the Wurlitzer organ from Orpheum Theatre was carried into the house, Victor beaming, his lackeys sweating, Yuuri couldn’t help but be utterly floored. “Did you… is that actually-” 

Victor smiles, cupid’s-bow mouth belying his reputation as one of the most dangerous men in the Underworld. “I saw it, and I thought of you.” 

Once the organ was settled, Yuuri trailed his hand across the keys, the four-manual making his fingers ache to play it, explore the new dimension of sounds his husband had procured for him. “Thank you, Vitya,” he murmurs, turning back to him. Then, a thought flashed across his mind, and he could help his grin. “Thank you for trafficking a different kind of organ than usual, just for me. I like this better than the gold-digger’s heart.” 

It too .3 seconds for Victor to process the pun, and .5 seconds for him to burst into laughter, sweeping Yuuri up into his arms for a long kiss. “Anything for you, Yuuri. Any instrument, or organ of someone you hate.” 

“Anything.”

[fanfictionlive]

Hello Everybody - long post

Hi.

I've been following this subreddit for a couple of months now. But I never got around to introduce myself. So here we go.

I started writing my first fanfic in the summer of 2018. It began as nothing more than a collection of one-shots I wrote for fun, something to show my brothers. But before I knew it, they started to fit together and something of a story was born, characters started to feel alive, and honestly, I thought it got so good that I had to share it with others. I simply had to fill in the gaps. So I did just that.

So in January 2019, I started publishing them on FF.net. I didn't care much for views and comments at first, I just felt happy to know my story was out there. I got some views, then some more. suddenly I got my first comment, someone liked my work. Got a few followers, some people even favorited my story. Not going to lie, I liked it. A lot.

And in August the thought hit me; there must be a subreddit for fanfics? And that's how I found all of you guys. And boy was I excited. Suddenly I got to meet people who shared my interest. I read almost every post on here, even comment on some. And I learned a lot over the last couple of months here. Got a couple of new readers from here, who actually tell me what they think. I even found a BETA here! And for the last couple of months, my writing has improved significantly. And I feel I have you guys to thank for that. So thank you all!

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So I might as well tell you about my fic while I'm at it. As I said, it's my first fanfic ever. If you'r not interested in that, you don't have to read on.

It's an Elder Scrolls Skyrim fanfic. M-rated due to violence. I've advertised it on the Weekly Showcase a few times, so some of you might already have heard of it. It's still a work in progress, I published my latest chapter earlier today and reached the milestone of 50.000 words! Which is what motivated me to make this post.

It follows the Dragonborn as he briefly grows up on a farm (alternative beginning) and loses his brother. For which he blames his own weakness, so he decides to join the Companions in order to get stronger. But faith will drag him down a path he could never have foreseen. And the strength he sought in order to protect, will only prove to cause more death.

I try to keep my story realistic, focusing on immersion, lore, plot, and fleshing out some characters. I'm not entirely certain the fic would be considered M-rated right now, but it will definitely be M-rated further ahead in the story as it will get pretty dark.

I also try to write it in such a way that people who are unfamiliar with the Elder Scrolls universe can understand and enjoy the story, which is why I explain things that hardcore fans would consider unnecessary.

If anyone is interested, give it a read. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. I try to publish one chapter every other week, but I'm a university student so I don't always have the time. Bit of a heads up, I started writing well over a year ago, so the quality of the first 10 chapters hardly compare to my latest five. I've thought about rewriting them, but I decided not to.

Thank you all who took the time to read this. And thank you all who do take the time to check out my fic.

Link - The Dragonborn

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[smireyac]

yea boi u already kno what it issssss 🍾🎆🎉🍾🎆🎉

hey so i started writing this at 8 o’ clock so i would be ahead of the game and actually have more than an hour to write but HEY its already 20 after midnight so who the eff care amiright ladies

WOOOOO 🍾🍾🎆 🎉 🎆 🍾 🎉 🎉 🍾 🍾 🍾 🎆🎆 🎆 🎉 🎆 🎉🍾 🎉 🍾🎆 🎉

so.................... its 2019.....................

i watched vox’s “2018 in 5 minutes” video and cried so thats how this year has been :^) a lot of lows......... we always think we leave the shittiest year behind then lo.............. the next year rears its ugly head and we never learn............ despite this, im gonna try to keep a positive outlook on the new year......... its literally just another day and i have to be in at work @ 9 tmrw but its what ever im already super fucking tired whats losing another hour of sleep anywahy?? its practically expected of me any way what with being a youth,,, ANYWAY i spent my time ringing in the new year watching spiderman homecoming so i think that wa sGREAt its also great  that im gonna get to see spiderverse AGAIN tmrw after work so SUCK ON THAT im ringing in the new year RIGHT!! its a very spidey new year and i wouldnt have it any other way heh.....

alright

so its time.... to reflect...........

and actually reflect this time last year was weak sauce compared to the first year “im too unfocused right now happy new year or whatever” *scoffs* what r u too good for self reflecting now a days huhh

been doing a lot of self reflecting this year,,,,,, but today we will look back on how the previous years have gotten me to where i am today...

if 2016 was the year of change and 2017 was the year of getting used to things.............. 2018 felt like............ the year of getting TOO used to things, of not ENOUGH change............. like alright i scratched a few of the bigger things on my yearly “to do” list/resolutions, i. e. finally going back to school and getting a job at the library, but like.......... i definitly dont feel like i did enough........... my art game was SO WEAK and i feel like i wrote less than 10,000 words ALL YEAR (not counting my academic papers) i didnt really CREATE anything this i dont have ANYTHING significant to show for this year............and to get more negative i didnt even make any friends all year NONE FRIENDS im only *just* starting to get more friendly with people at the library thank GOD theyre nice and gave my shy ass a chance to open up but i still dont feel like ill make FRIEND friends theyre just work friends and u kno what thats making me so pissed bc its tricking my dumb ass into thinking i have a crush on someone at work aND that i want a *romantic* relationship with them!!! OUTRAGEOUS im so peeved.......................... i also still havent gotten behind a wheel but at this point im not sure if i will anytime soon bc im That Way..... grrrr im just mad thinking of all the things i didnt do so motherfucker i will make 2019 the year of DOING!!!! and i had so many resolutions last year i feel like the more i had the less i felt like i had to do them, like i was just saying all that to be like “oh wouldnt it be nice if any of these things happened lmao” so yeah 2019: the year of DOING... and since ive kinda sorta figured out that writing is my thang.... i think i wanna focus on doing that.. and anything that will help me do it

SO: #GOALS for 2K19

-WRITE AT LEAST 50.000 WORDS U COWARD, more than just “brainstorming” too bc thats like a cop out, write like stories or dialogue or scenes or scripts or WHATEVER just make it to 50,000 pls some people do that in like a month

-READ UR GOD DAMN BOOKS, u *cant* buy anymore if u dont read the ones u’ve already bought,,,, im willing to make an acception re: checking things out from the library................ but u rlly shouldnt IT WOULD’VE BEEN SO EASY TO WIN THE BET DUDE srsly..... maybe .... an hour b4 bed ? try to read ? at least try to read once a week dude....

-heres a curve ball WATCH MORE MOVIES !!! u say u love film well fuckin act like u do...... u only went to the movie theater 5 times all year and three of those were all in the last month to go see spiderverse, more than that HOW MANY movies are there on netflix that u see and go “oh i should watch that finally” or “people say thats rlly good bro” and u scroll right past to watch the same 3 fuckin movies i s2g

-oh yeah back to the writing thing, to reach that 50,000 goal u should write about what you read and watch, there u’ll prob meet the goal b4 summer if u do that bro but....u actually gotta do it....................

ok those r the 4 im REALLY gonna work on and try to keep track of in either of the journals sien got me :^) these next few i rlly want to happen but..... we’ll see

-make some friends pls.... pls be more friendly......... ENGAGE  people when u have the opportunity askQUESTIONS about them like if they have a dog or a hobbie jesus h christ

-go out..... on ur own..... do stuff............by urself if u have to... go to the movies by urself go to a park, walk around down town for the fuck of it idk DO STUFF

-finish something............ for once in ur miserable life...................................... finish the vlog or the scrapbook..... or the reading list or this set of goals PLEAsE ANYTHING

im not even gonna put draw/art blog related stuff on here bc........ its not what i want........ like i love drawing and i dont think im terrible at it, im at a good place with it but i dont wanna put my energy this year into drawing stuff for the sake of me being able to say “i did it” like...... last yr and the yr b4 i rlly RLLY wanted to get better at art to idk prove that i could?? but like i havent picked up my drawing tablet in months ... that makes me really sad but i dont really feel like picking it up either? ? i said i wanted to take a painting/color theory/ life drawing class maybe i will this yr and it’ll reinvigorate my love of drawing........ tbh spiderverse got me *this close* to being pumped about art and animation and like yeah i still am, i love the medium and its still a dream of mine to be apart of it but it feels like a pipe dream if i try to go thru the art angle........ so many people r better than me at that and its not really what i wanna do,,, i wanna CREATE STORIES and worlds and characters and like i used my art to help *me* develop those but... i dont wanna use my art to do it for someone else i guess............. the art of animation itself still facsinates me so they door isnt close yet but,,, i wanna focus on the other aspect of myself that im more and at the same time LESS confident about lmao WRITING like alright,,, i think im a good writer .... sorta ? like yeah people tell me i am and sometimes when i look back on things ive written im like “dAMN i wrote this ???” but like,,,, there are some things to writing that still. escape me... like poetry.... and a lot of other aspects to it that i cant describe write now bc it would take too long and im getting cold and tired SO YEAH hopefully this english class will help me, even tho its just writting for college essays, i need to start somewhere and if shes rlly as good of a professor as rate my professor says then ill learn smthg new

where was i

well the year wasnt ALL bad, like i said i got the job at the library i wanted and FINALLY got to go to school, stressful as that mightve been........ and i got to see my love, my darling, the light of my life rhys again for one glorious week,, hopefully ill be able to see more of my friends this year? either in miami or milwuakee idc which MAYBE BOTH lmao im not that rich but hey i can dream,,,

alright its 1:12am i think im ready to sign off,,,,,,,,, here’s to DOING in 2019

🥂 cheers

[loropechika]

after the incident where she almost lost her life, jasmine had decided to give her services as a fortune teller in a more helpful way. that was why she would approach people only after doing a thorough research on their lives and their relations with other people in their immediate environment. that night's target was ishida maria. she wasa 35 year old office lasy, married with two kids. her husband was a CEO of a small company that made small parts for engines. however he had a second life behind his wife's back. 

coincidentally jasmine roamed outside of the company maria-san worked at. she was dressed in her usual madam arasi outfit, the weilwas in front of her face and of course she wore the turban and even put the moon sticker in the middle of her forehead. having her wooden castanets on she clicked and clacked them as she approached maria "your husband is lying to you" 

and that line alone was the bait. maria approached jasmine immediately "what are you talking about?" 

"it is all over your aura! i can see that you suspect that your husband is cheating on you! don't tell me your name! auuummmmmm" she closed her eyes and suddenly opened them changing her voice "maria ishida, thirty five years old, may 16 6am you were born the same day as your grandmother, monday!" 

"how -" but before maria could say more jasmine walked to her stand. "take a seat! i will read your fortune in the tarot cards! 50.000 yen please." she said and immediately saw the woman gettingup to leave "your husband's name is ishida ryo, 45 years old, short body, short 'tool' and he was born on june 5, 8pm on thursday." 

"how do you know these things?" maria asked while looking at her in shock.

"my third eye chakra connected with yours!" the woman took out her card asking if jasmine took credit cards. "nope, only cash! or transaction through our phones." and using the ebanking the money were transferred to her account so jasmine quickly shuffled the tarot deck and placed them on the table following the cross style. "you don't get along with your mother in law at all and she occasionally harrasses you, your father in law as i see here he is hitting on you as well as another man from your work environment and he has food intenrions for you! your husband has a lover, he met her around five six months ago, she had dyed blonde hair. i can already guess that she is a club hostess." she said pointing at a random card. "in your future, i can see that you will take a divorce, you won't be able to stay with your husband, he plans to ask for a divorce, so you need to get proof of his cheating. i would advise hiring a private detective to follow him and take photos of his shameless acts. your husband is nothing but a two faed pig! he doesn’t appreciate you or love you and about his kids? it seems that he doesn’t care either. “ and she put over the cards one more. “according to this card, he has even impregnated his lover.” she tried to reveal everything that she knew and pretended like it was the deck that ‘told’ the story. 

maria seemed to have been in shock from what jasmine was saying , judging by the woman’s body language , it was  clear tht she was shaken. “maria-san.” her voice was as kind as possible. “it is okay to admit that you have failed, and it is okay to let go and start over. you are still young and you can start over. humans are strong beings, starting over with the help of your family and friends won’t be hard. from what i see, you are someone who has received a lot of love from everyone but your husband... you shouldn’t be worried or be afraid. if something goes wrong again, i will come to you again.” the fake fortune teller winked at the other and then getting up she bowed to her and took out a post it and wrote down the word ‘tokyo tower’ next week, this is where i will be. come find me after 6pm and until 9.” 

“wait... this is too much. how am i supposed to start over?”

“take a huge compensation from him for all the time you wasted with him. provide proof and then just move in with your parents until you find a better place. or just start looking for a new place while the detective gets you the proof you need. i don’t think you should waste more time like this. if you want to be happy again with your kids, this is the only way. “ she started gathering the cards slowly. 

“next week i will come find you then!”

“madam arasi. this is my name.” she said bowing her head once again. “i’ll wait for you then.” it was strange for jasmine to suddenly change the way she did business, however, this seemed to be much better than actually deceiving people. this time she spoke the truth and not with guesses. seeing maria leave after saying their goodbyes, she packed everything and quickly went to one of the public toilets to change clothes. coming out she quickly went to the train station. she didn’t feel very safe anymore to stay out later than the usual time, toda would also be waiting for her. that hybrid human who had managed to make her life less boring yet loveless. 

sitting in one of the empty seats of the train she looked at her reflection on the glass focusing most on how she seemed to not be the same as before. she used to be a happier person, suddenly even if she wore happy colors, they didn’t make her feel better. maybe it was because she was getting older and yet she was going nowhere with her life, or maybe it was just because she almost would have died alone. even her feminity was slowly disappearing the more she was looking at herself. what was left was simply someone who lacked in everything. maybe she was strict with herself but at the same time she knew that she would eventually have to be happy again.  

there she was giving advice to a stranger on how to become happy again but she didn’t even have one solution for herself. tears slowly traced down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them. ‘i used to have so much fire . i was a spicy woman. what the hell happened to me? what am i even doing? time is running away from me and i am not advancing the least bit’ she thought to herself. that was when she noticed that she had arrived at her destination. she stood up, walked to the door and walked out. 

jasmine unlocked the door, went inside and the first thing that she did was to go get the whiskey from her mini bar. she didn’t need a glass. she went in the kitchen and while making dinner for toda she was slowly emptying the glass. by the time that the omurice was ready she was tipsy. she had assumed that toda wasn’t home or he was simply sleeping. leaving the food for him she went in her bedroom to finish the bottle in silence that only broke when she started laughing at her own reflection in the mirror of her vanity. “bravo!” she clapped her hands sarcastically at herself. “and the award of the biggest idiot in the world goes to you.” she continued to clap her hands while laughing and then pretending to hold the award. “thank you. i’d like to thank my mother for not loving me. i’d like to thank everyone i’ve dated for taking advantage of me and me allowing it to happen. and lastly i must thank myself for being stupid. i would have never earned this award if i wasn’t truly born to be stupid.” she laughed more allowing her body to fall back on the bed. the empty glass of whiskey fell on the floor and her hands covered her eyes.