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Fic Rec List - Lando/Oscar (Part 2)

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nsfw: fly the ocean (in a silver plane) by @settsplitt | E | 2.6k Lando and Oscar are fighter jet pilots who share a room on base. Oscar doesn’t seem to think much about the risk of what they do, but it consumes Lando. This is an excellent character study and builds such a big world out of very brief moments. “Hot” and “existential worry” hold hands in a circle around this fic.

He’s practically fucking useless in the briefs and debriefs. He just feels his brain slipping away, to the sky and the seas and angels 10. He knows other people are noticing, but honestly, if they want him to be normal they should fucking put him back with Oscar. None of it matters, anyway, because Lando never has any control.

nsfw: Keep Talking by @wanderingblindly | E | 2.7k This is such a beautifully written fic! The trust and comfort here is really moving - it's a soft, syrupy sort of story, that unfolds beautifully. Love it!

With practiced hands, he slides his fingers into Lando’s curls and scratches lightly at his scalp. It shoots like lightning down Lando’s neck, ringing in his ears.

no proof, not much (but you saw enough) by @ipleadbritney | T | 3.5k Soulmates. Lando and Oscar are pulled aside by the FIA, suspected of an illegal soulbond. What I liked about it: The character voices in this story are absolutely spot on. It's Oscar's point of view and his anxiety about the situation underlying his calm demeanor is a delicate balance this author depicts beautifully.

“Yeah?” Oscar wonders which version of Lando he'll get. Will it be the one who's hyper focused on every tiny detail, including the curls of his hair? Will it be the one who's living proof why some kids deserve to be leashed? Or will it be the Lando who flirts as much as he breathes, one step away from launching his OnlyFans account?

nsfw: Reasons Why Lando Norris Might Be A Werewolf by @fenesacha | E | 3.9k Oscar, a werewolf, starts to notice small things about his teammate that may mean Lando is a werewolf too. (He's not.) What I like it: This fic is funny and breezy with great dialogue and an Oscar perfectly happy to shift gears and take it in stride when he realises Lando isn't a werewolf, but he is something else Oscar hadn't expected.

“Your dick comes off?” Oscar blurts out before he can stop himself. Lando stares at him like he’s stupid, which makes a change. “I don’t have a dick, Oscar. It’s a packer.” Right. Oscar’s not entirely sure what a packer is, but he’s got the gist of it all. “No dick. Okay. That’s cool.” “Is it?” “Yeah, mate.” Oscar’s not a bigot, he’s just having to mentally correct every fantasy he’s had for the past God-knows-how-many years. “You’re trans, then?” “Yeah, but it’s not common knowledge, so don’t go telling all your friends.” Lando turns his head so that he’s looking at Oscar, then frowns. “Wait, so you’re not trans?” “Uh, no?” “Huh, thought you were. You give off those vibes.”

worth the trouble (it was an honour) by @maaxverstappen | G | 4.6k Oscar and Lando started something, knowing it would end. It's all sweeter than it is bitter. I'm absolutely entranced by this fic. The emotion comes across so clearly, such a perfect, gentle bittersweet feeling. I don't re-read fics often, and this is one i've found myself returning to regularly.

They were always good at that, talking without words. Sometimes, and Oscar would never admit this, he would think cough twice if you hear this, being both surprised and relieved when Lando stayed quiet.

nsfw: you signed up for this by @strawberry-daiquiris | E | 6.9k This is a wonderful magical realism au where older!Oscar time travels back and teaches Oscar how to treat Lando properly. I think writing the same character twice and all that separates them is time gone by is so impressive. it really shows great writing skills and characterisation. The smut was obviously so well written but what I loved so dearly about this is how philosophical it was, so much growth for these characters within a single evening. A true must read for the landoscar community!!

He’s looking at himself, like some kind of fucked up mirror at a funfair. It’s him, but there are lines he doesn’t recognise, a heft to his upper body he can’t feel. His face looks older, and his teeth annoyingly, a little straighter. Oscar finds, to his horror, that this is him but hotter. Less hair though, at least there’s that. “Hello.” Not-him-but-him says, with a little wave and a sideways smile. Next to him, Lando giggles, and when Oscar turns to look at him he’s returning the wave, wiggling his fingers and letting the sheet he’d pulled up to his neck drop to right below his nipples. “Stop flirting with him!” Oscar exclaims, then reconsiders his point. “Or me. Or... alright, actually mate, who the fuck are you?”

force majeure by debrief | T | 7k Oscar and Lando get bodyswapped. The author absolutely nails the voices of both characters, Lando's chaotic way of speaking versus Oscar's more measured tone. Its largely constructed as a series of text messages until the last act, which is an inspired way of showing when a character is freaking out - Lando's messages in particular get more incoherent and full of typos when he's upset. The way they gradually draw toward one another as their situation isolates them (anyone else they confide in is erased from existence after), being one another's strength and comfort and support, is really beautiful to watch unfold.

craving for caprficns sn caprin sc capri sus suns capri suns and like so theyre usually on the lower shelf in ther corner i kown cause i alswasy get then here even tho theyre pricier priceri pricier and like they werent there and i double checked i asked the emploeye that was stocking the shelves in the next aisle and she sad said she dones t know what a capri usn is?? she even asked me if it was a zodiac sun zodiac sign shit i cant cry over caprin sun osc

nsfw: love along the way by @gaslybottoms | E | 10k AU, sex work/adult entertainment. Oscar is a videographer for an adult entertainment studio. Lando is one of the performers. Oscar sees Lando struggling emotionally after intense scenes and wants to help him. Lando, though, is very reluctant to accept it. This is a wonderful fic - Oscar is hurting so badly for Lando and is desperate to comfort him, but he can only be brushed off so many times before he gives up. He is so worried for Lando that he misses signs of distress in himself, which ends up bringing about a resolution to the situation in a way nobody (including me!) expected.

It’s cheesy. A line literally straight from a porno, and one Oscar has heard so many times over the last year or so. He shouldn’t find himself hating the way it sounds, curling around Jenson’s tongue as he chases his release. He’s not even a bad guy. Outside of filming, Oscar likes him. He’s always up for a laugh, and he makes an effort to get to know about all the people that work in the agency, not just the actors he’s supposed to do scenes with. He’s always supportive, offering advice from a mature point of view. And yet. Right now, Oscar can’t stand him. The way that he gets to take care of Lando in a way that Oscar can’t, because Lando doesn’t open up to him the same way. The way of telling Oscar how he feels, not how he might open up around Oscar’s -

the sun (in your eyes) by @wisteriagoesvroom | M | 11.3k Lando stumbles upon a flower shop. Oscar's flower shop, to be precise. This is a wonderful florist!Oscar au. What I love so dearly about this is that the author has taken the lyric/concept of "you don't have to say i love you to say i love you" and applied it to flower language. How creative and clever. I love how throughout this fic Oscar and Lando really become what the other person needs, they are always there for each other. All of it just feels so safe and comforting. The dialogue is witty and fun and the descriptions are really well rounded. And as the cherry on top, this was written For Me so its wonderfully perfect.

Home. Home is pine needles and Ribena and his first car and a return ticket to Heathrow and taking your seat at your local cafe and the baristas knowing your name. But home can also be this: an open door, a room full of flowers and green and life. A cup of your favourite tea and a snack you’ve come to associate with the word comfort. A conversation with a man who offers you a safe harbour, with no conditions to be anything other than to be what you are.

nsfw: you're burning up, i'm cooling down by @foggieststars | E | 12.3k Lando and Oscar have an understanding, Oscar doesn't get to come until Lando decides he's been good enough. This fic is so good and it might be my most reread f1 fic ever at this point. The dialogue is amazing and feels so real and on point for both Lando and Oscar. Their dynamic is so fun and sexy and well written and it makes so much sense for them and what I feel like landoscar would be. I lack the words to accurately describe how good this is: the writing, the plot, the sex are all phenomenal.

He teases Oscar about it, sometimes. How badly he wants it - to win, to be good. Lando asks him if he ever gets hard in the car out of some twisted desperation to please people. He loves thinking about Oscar’s muscled thighs clenching together in the car, vibrations running through his whole body, sparking little points of contact. So Lando lets the little game drag on into the race build-up sometimes, when Oscar is okay with it.

under my skin by @lellabellawrites | M | 16.8k An AU in which Oscar and Lando are serial killers who have a meet cute while dumping bodies, and fall in love. This fic absolutely floored me with how good it was, how this pair of incredibly dangerous people managed to focus all that intensity on one another. Their devotion to one another is absolutely touching, even if you can never forget what they do for fun. Oscar is methodical and calculating, Lando is more impulsive, which is perfect characterisation and shows how well they fit together, the Yin and Yang of it all. The ending left me breathless.

Oscar knows exactly who this man is now. The Quad County Killer sprung up last summer and has been on quite a spree lately. A handful of Oscar's kills have been attributed to him, which should be a relief from the extra cover it brings, but instead only pisses him off. This guy works recklessly, leaving his kills out in the open like he wants to be found out. Oscar would like the papers to give him a little more credit than that. "I work better alone." His disdain must be evident as the man relents with a sneer of disappointment. "Could you at least help me drag this down—" "No." "Fine." He takes one end of the duffel and heaves it over the curb with more strength than Oscar would have expected from his slender frame. "Did you sink yours or float?" "Sink. I'm not an idiot." "Alright. Rude."

you be time, i'll be space by littleplumtree | M | 50.8k Lando and Oscar are part of a space exploration team with the goal of finding sentient life outside of earth. why I like it: This author is a master of the details. Every piece, every detail, every action and reaction, they all serve to make the story richer and more vibrant. The characterization, too, feels comfortable and real. It's a joy to read.

With his eye to the microscope, Lando makes a heart wrenching little sound of relief. “Oh. Oh my god. There you are.” Oscar leans his elbows on the bench and stares into the tank. There’s nothing to see with the naked eye, but in that water is something that could one day, given all the time in the world, evolve into something like themselves. Maybe one day they’ll build pyramids and cry at sad movies and invent Tupperware and come up with a thousand different ways to insult each other online.

nsfw: Casual by @loquarocoeur | E | 95k AU, college roommates. Lando is perpetually horny and unlucky when it comes to hookups. He suggests that he and Oscar should just be friends with benefits, you know. Casual. Oscar agrees, even though he is madly in love with Lando and knows its a recipe for disaster. Lando gradually starts to realise the same. I am insane for just how good this fic is. It's not that the guys don't talk, they talk all the time and even communicate about their unique situation, they understand one another deeply and yet they still don't realise what space they occupy in one another's hearts. They are completely compatible in bed, if only they knew - Lando in particular is self conscious about the way he gets in bed and fights his very nature, all while not realising Oscar likes him that way. The angst is heavy but they get there in the end, while it has plenty of funny dialogue moments to lighten things. The characterisation is wonderful all round.

“So I stopped asking for sex and now we haven’t fucked in like five days which should be fine, but I don’t know, I’m getting desperate and he's just, like, fine, so maybe he doesn't need the sex, maybe he doesn't want the sex anymore, but he just can't admit it—” “Okay, Lando, I think you’re really overthinking—” “No! Because you see the fucking isn’t the only thing, the thing is that somehow we’ve sort of accidentally slept in the same bed for like a week and now we’re sort of fighting so I couldn’t sleep last night.” “Accidentally... For a week?”

#driver:lando #driver:oscar #pairing:lando/oscar #landoscar #mctwinks

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f1fnatic · 11 months ago

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XNDA ⤿ l. hamilton 44

→ ( in which. . . ) you, a famous musician, release a new album with an unknown feature. you both post suspicious photos of random people on your respective social medias. your fans start to connect you with a highly decorated formula one driver.

→ ( part. . . ) 1 of 2

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) social media au

→ ( face claim. . . ) christina aguilera

→ ( pairing. . . ) lewis hamilton x singer!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) fluff, setting the plot

→ ( author's note. . . ) this is my first ever social media au, it was super fun to mess around with this fic. i hope you enjoy! see end for more.

→ ( masterlist )

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y/nmusic

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y/music i am so excited to announce my 8th studio album liberation! i have worked so hard to produce this and had so much fun creating this album.

i would like to thank everyone who featured in these songs, you were all such a joy to work with! i would also like to thank my person for being my rock and helping me when i felt that this project was not moving/going anywhere, i love you so much <3

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user5 so excited!!

user17 mother is mothering

pharell it was a pleasure to work with you liked by y/nmusic

f1lover lewis is lurking...

lewishamilton cannot wait to listen 🖤

f1ishamilton THE HEART???

roscoe4ever EXCUSE ME??? WHAT IS THIS?

user12 who is the "rock"...

user29 "my person" ???!!!?!?!?!

gwenstefani so so so proud of u ❤ liked by y/nmusic

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y/nmusic

📍 brackley, england

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y/nmusic a weekend away ❤️

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user4 hope you had fun!!

y/nmusic i did thank you 🫶🏻

user4 OH MY GOD Y/N???

f1lvr lewis is lurking AGAIN.

gwenstefani girl who are u holding hands with?

y/nmusic calling u rn dw gwen

y/nstan LOL not even gwen knows this is crazy

y/nfan gf who is the guy 🤨

y/nfan2 there goes another parasocial relationship

y/nlover3 scratching my eyes out (i am so happy for her)

lh444 the location???

roscoe4ever RIGHT like hello??

taylorswift i miss you ml ☹️

y/nmusic i'll be back soon dw!

lewishamilton

📍 brackley, england

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lewishamilton recharging with the ones i love most 🖤

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lewisfan i am soooooooo normal about this (i am going crazy)

lewisfan2 me too (i am actually ripping my hair out)

roscoelovescoco love's you's dad's 🐾

lh444 sometimes i forget that lewis runs his dogs account, i remember, and then get the ick

y/nfan7 what is y/n doing here

sebastianvettel you look like you are having fun! liked by y/nmusic and lewishamilton

lewisfan3 the matching shoes 😭

lewisy/nshipper not him using the same black heart emoji he used on the liberation announcement?

y/nfan okay grandma lets get u back to bed

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i am back!! i am so sorry for taking such a long hiatus, i have had no motivation to write, i get ideas but then hate how i make them. i hope you all enjoy this fic! thank you for reading! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

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amurotoorudesu · 5 months ago

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how to kiss someone

kudo shinichi x male reader

suggestive theme, kissing, bottom male reader, switch male reader, top shinichi kudo, switch shinichi kudo, curse, making out, reader is a fboy

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"w-what...?" the (e/c) eyed boy with glasses looked at his best friend with confused face.

"teach me how to kiss someone." said the black haired boy with dense look and flat tone.

(m/n) shook his head, positioning his glasses, wondering what demon possessed shinichi that he randomly asked this question.

or rather a request?

he didnt know either. (m/n) looked at shinichi again with frowned eyebrow.

"why do you want to learn that?" he can see the blue eyed boy's cheek slightly turning red and quickly averted his gaze to look at other things.

"do you... perhaps want to kiss ran?"

shinichi quickly turn his head around and look at (m/n) with blushed but annoyed face.

"i-i just... i dont want to disappoint my future lover!"

"by not be able to be a good kisser?"

"w-well... i-i mean... you definitely a good one, remembering you often kissed plenty of girls and guys."

and (m/n) nodded without hesitation.

"but are you seriously want to learn this so you could kiss ran?"

(m/n) observed the blue eyed boy's reaction and chuckle.

"pfft— as if you have the guts to kiss her"

"j-just shut up and teach me!"

(m/n) rolled his eyes and told shinichi to get on his bed after talking on the side of the bed.

shinichi was getting nervous, because after they changed position, (m/n) keep on looking at his eyes and not his mouth, considering the (h/c) haired boy habits about looking at the others mouth and listening to them.

"okay, so first one, you seduce the person."

(m/n) slowly lean into shinichi, putting his right hand onto shinichi's cheek, carresing it as he kept on getting closer.

"but since you can already seduce ran, maybe we can skip this part, yeah~?" the glasses boy grinning, making shinichi's face turned red and heart beating fast.

"second, you can tease the person by giving them little pecks"

before (m/n) lean and show shinichi how to do it, he pulled his glasses with one hand, letting the detective to see his rare face without glasses.

the detective was mesmerized, looking at the white pale skin and those tired eyes without the glasses, the slightly flushed face and those plump lips.

fuck...

"loving what you see~?"

realized he went spacing out while looking at (m/n) with lovestruck face, he just huffs and looked back at the glasses with challenging gaze.

"just teach me already"

(m/n) smirking and he lean onto shinichi, his lips met with shinichi, giving him little pecks and closing his eyes.

on the other hand, shinichi feels like hes slowly flying through the cloud nine, the feeling of (m/n)'s lips on his, and how the (e/c) eyed teased him by only give him short kisses making him eager.

he want to kiss (m/n) so much

"dont forget to close your eyes and breath through your nose"

(m/n) cut their kiss, panting while he get close to shinichi.

both of them didnt realize they were already so close, (m/n) sitting on shinichi's lap and their hand on eachother waist.

"third, once you and the person get comfortable, just make out, tongue and biting is really fun on this part"

they both lean onto each other, hitting those lips while (m/n) insert his tongue and shinichi give (m/n) small bite on his bottom lips.

sounds echoes through the room, they should be grateful because there was no one at (m/n)'s house because they're kinda being loud, whining and whimpering.

the makeout lasts for about two minutes, after they done, (m/n) put his head on shinichi's shoulder, hiding his red face on the crook of the detective's neck.

"that was fun" said the (h/c) haired boy.

"how's my performance?"

"good, you might need to have another practice though."

shinichi kissed the glasses boy on his pale neck, making (m/n) shiver.

and right when (m/n) was gonna get out of shinichi's lap, the black haired boy picked him up and threw him on the bed, caging (m/n) with his arm from running away.

now it's shinichi's turn to smirk, looking at (m/n) like the (e/c) eyed boy is his prey.

"you said i need more practice, right? mind if you're the test subject now~?"

and (m/n)? he looks at shinichi with kind of terrified but excited eyes.

i leave the rest of them to your mind.

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a/n : omg my first debut fanfic 😦😦 written in rush lmao, maybe the explanation wont be 100% true cz im a virgin both on the lips and ass, i accidentally fell asleep when i write this so forgive me, also english is not my first language

#shinichi kudo #detective conan #conan edogawa #meitantei conan #shinichi kudo x male reader #shinichi kudo x reader #gay #mlm #bottom male reader #switch male reader #detective conan x reader #uke male reader #achi's writing #detective conan x male reader

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ham1lton · 7 months ago

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you said u read ao3 fics! what are your f1 recs?

ahhh!!!!! this is the best question you could have ever asked me like ever i love you so much. i’ve been dying to talk abt this for a hot minute. i opened myself up to any sort of ship mostly because i cared more abt the fic quality then the ship you know? kinda glad i did it because my fav ones are not necessarily ships i am a fan of. it’s really long so i put it under a read more!!

okay so number one has to be the fic that was my first fav f1 fic. this is steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it). now this has a lot of elements that i love. guy who’s in his own head vs other guy who’s also in his own head but pretends he isn’t. also idk why but i’m always a sucker for a good medical au and this one fucking delivers!!! another maxiel fic i read was three rounds and a sound which has coffee shop owner daniel w/ stressed out student max. a lot of introspection but it’s also unfolding while the romance is. idk i just love this. it’s so good. last maxiel fic is come on, star boy which is a alt universe where daniel is the american guy he always wanted to be and max is the new transfer to his small town’s football team. it isn’t just incredibly written but everyone feels so real and vivid. i can visually see this in my mind everytime i read it. i listened to a lot of ethel cain while reading so that helped. i love this so much and the brocedes in the background?? you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves youuu 🗣️

i’m not really a landoscar girl, i’m gonna be honest. however, where i am going is right where i am, is just incredible. alt universe where the drivers live on a street version of stars hollow? brocedes that influence everything even though they’re long over? charles being insane over max? pierre hating on esteban every second that is possible (i was laughing every time he would just cuss his ass out unprovoked) and annoying george being their street’s version of gilmore girls’ taylor?? what more do u need in ur life?? also oscar in this fic is just my dream man. i think a croissant from him would fix me. actually i read a lot of this author’s landoscar fics and they’re so cute i was sending kudos as much as i can. like already home! just want to bite them both and put them in my pocket. they’re so obviously in love i want to shake them down and scream and smoosh them together. lawyer!oscar i love you. check out their profile!! incredible writer :)))

i’m also not a galex truther but the two of us, in sympathy is so cute!! rich boy!george with broke junior doctor!alex. george attempting to court alex and just absolutely failing. i love it. they’re such a mess i need them in my life. also this loscar future fic is so intense but incredible. i’m really bad at describing but i binged it on my train home and i was really glad i did - i promised to forget you now.

the reason i even got into f1 aka brocedes. this fic i think was one of the first i read. on the faultline which is just amazing. i can’t recommend it enough. read it if u can. another fav is a brocedes threesome with their toxic fucking each other via proxy aka new money, and it’s all cash. cute brocedes!! nico thinks lewis is his sworn enemy but everyone knows otherwise. roseberg’s vs haminkton. this was so cute and funny. cause why was nico saying lewis, the owner of a tattoo shop was stealing business from him… when he owns a florists… he’s so dramatic i want to tuck him in my pocket. this job will take my sole has the same premise but they’re both shoe shops which makes a lot more sense. i just love stupid rivalries and dramatic nico.

now back to my sweethearts, the lights of my life, the fires of my heart - sewis. all of these fics have past brocedes just for context. every tongue should confess talks about religion and queer identity in such a nuanced and delicate way? i adored this fic. transmotion which is another alt universe with fashion designer!lewis and footballer!sebastian both figuring out their careers, themselves and their relationship. maybe together we can get somewhere - this is an mpreg fic which usually isn’t for me but it’s about seb and lewis going on a road trip for an abortion and it’s so good. honestly the ending line of ‘it’s a good feeling, to know that sebastian’s outstretched hand is right there.’ it just stuck with me. i loved it. the numbering at bethlehem which is thee sewis fic to me. professor au?? this was made for me. like perfectly moulded. everything about this is art. i could do a full essay on this fic. just read it, it’s incredible. just amazing. sebastian as the child prodigy who has nowhere else to climb?? i love them both in this fic so much!!! tnab sewis get behind me!! i’m gonna protect u!!

okay i’m sorry this is so long. i just love art. i love writing. i just love the work these authors’ have spent putting together these masterpieces for free!! check them out!! leave kudos!! comment!! <3

#im always open to new recs!!! :D #and if u read these and wanna chat abt any - my asks are always open :D #ao3 fic recs #sewis #maxiel #landoscar #brocedes #anon ask

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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year ago

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A DC X DP #18

You want a taste of my brain? Okay, it's yours anyway.

Imagine dis…

This time I get inspiration from an A03 fic, and some of its parts just stuck with me and now I’m writing about it, if some of you want to read it go for it. If you are asking for the name don’t ask, I am not going to sell my soul to the devil to find it in my ever-growing history. If you do manage to find it, kudos to them.

TELL ME I AM GETTING DESPERATE OVER HERE

Credits to them as well. Also, as you’ve noticed I decided to post less, now it is due to a good old lack of inspiration. So, don’t go getting your hopes up on this one.

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Ever since Danny Phantom had become the Ghost King he repeatedly entered the reincarnation cycle willingly to retain his morals when he was human. He still retained his ability to stay in the middle of life and death. But when he as the High King of the Infinite Realms gained immortality he found himself losing his ideals and values, he began forgetting. With Clockwork’s insistence, every few hundred years he would become human to experience a lifetime. Sometimes he would go another round in the same dimension, but only when he needed to finish an unfinished business.

Sometimes he is lucky sometimes he is not.

Sometimes he would be born into a loving family with either as the only child or him having siblings. He has experienced the life of royalty as the heir prince. He experienced the life of a knight who was known for his skills with the sword. He was born into a normal family which made him second guesses his every choice due to his lack of normality in his life. He was also born into some wild dimensions that of which could look like it came from a book. From wizards and sci-fi worlds, he never had the time to sit and be an extra.

But there were also times he was born far too unlucky.

He was born in a salve ridden society, a parent who were core members of a rebellion so when his current parents died, he was expected to be like his parents. Born in a society where the rich trample the poor and he was forced into early child labor as expected in society to work at a very young age. Born where he and the people around him had never seen peace in a war-consumed country, a war that separated his family from each other not knowing whether one is alive or not, leaving only him and his siblings to stay alive. Being abandoned by a pair of druggies for his parents left alone inside a dumpster and died in the middle of the night, looking through the dimension he saw that some homeless people found his body and reported it to the authorities leaving his parents in jail while some prisoners seem to leave them at the near bottom of the hierarchy in prison.

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It seems this time he was born in an assassin cult this time he wasn’t alone. A twin, an older sibling that was with him in the womb and both came into the world together. The moment he laid his eyes on his grandfather he can already tell that he is a major fruit loop from the way he both look at both of them.

His name is too formal for his liking, Dylan Al Ghul, he already convinced Damian to call him Danny when it was just the two of them. Danny tries to downplay his abilities both ghost and human seeing that his grandfather is too power-hungry to the point of misusing ectoplasm that is corrupted but still ectoplasm to achieve some sort of immortality, he tried to give Damian a childhood in the form of showing him the stars whenever he could sneak him outside. He saw the absolute worship and awe Damian would give to their mother and their grandfather whenever they visit or supervised their training, Danny didn’t care for their approval nor their presence but seeing his brother seem to at awe and do anything to please the two made his heart shatter, his older brother never needed to prove anyone something.

Danny has repeatedly shown his disdain for the two most powerful people in the organization yet it is a miracle he still lives. It is because he is a spare, a spare yes not the heir but a useful spare one, twins one who specialized in stealth and espionage a twin who is a perfect copy of Damian aside from his eyes mirroring their supposed father. Both Talia and Ra seem to make it their life mission to drill his only purpose in his head, it may have never worked due to his adult mind but he pretended it would be as to not raise any suspicion.

…

The day Deathstroke attacked not only he dared to kill the demon head but also choose to kill the chosen heir, by removing an eye and some of his organs as a form of slow torture but also killing him as he made the organs unable to go back to their owner’s body.

Danny couldn’t look away from his bloodied brother, Talia slowly approached him from behind and put her hands on his shoulder, and whispered some honeyed words on how his role as the spare will be fulfilled at a much earlier date and promptly injected with a sleeping drug.

…

Danny was already awake when he noticed the cold metal bed behind him the lack of clothes as well the number of doctors seemingly in a rush to prepare for a last-minute surgery. He saw the unconscious form of Damian on the other side and suddenly heard the loud ticking noise of a grandfather’s clock.

It seems that it was meant to be, Danny thought as an image of Clockwork flashed in his mind.

He fell back asleep knowing that Damian lost an eye, kidney, a lung, some ribs as well an ungodly amount of blood, possibly more. Danny knew that this vessel of his wouldn’t survive at the sheer need and he already felt that he would not leave the room alive. So, he took one last peek at the sleeping Damian and promptly closed his eyes, the moment he opened his eyes once again he was back in his chambers in the Infinite Realms clutching his left eye in his face whilst looking at the mirror as he felt his eye be the first one to be removed.

It seems this time he died months before he and his brother celebrated their 10th birthday.

…

Damian woke up with a pounding headache being the assassin he is he immediately looked around seeing that his last memory is being tortured by Deathstroke.

He immediately took notice of his loose clothing and tried to walk towards the door but his knees immediately gave out. As he tries to gain his bearings, he noticed a scar right in the middle of his chest, it couldn’t be from the time when he was captured by Deathstroke as he noticed that this scar is too clean, too sterilized as if someone had just come out of a surgery type of scar. As he tries to loosen his shirt to take a better look at his scar when he noticed a mirror facing his way and noticed his eyes, instead of his usual pair of emerald eyes he was greeted with an emerald eye of his own and his brother’s icy blue eye in his left eye.

Damian remembered that Deathstroke took out his eye, as according to him it reminded him of the Demon head, and decided to promptly pull it out with his bare hands.

Dread began to fill his very being and tried to go and look for his brother but deep down he already knew what happened to him after all, he is the heir while his brother his beloved younger brother is just a spare.

…

When Damian had met his father’s wards most of them commented on his heterochromia eyes and promptly greeted back with his sword in their faces.

The rest grumbled that Damian couldn’t take a tease or two, but immediately chased the demon brat as he chases each and one of them with the intent to kill.

Damian couldn’t tell them; another son was hidden from Bruce. Another son he had failed, another son who died before they could even meet him.

From the first few interactions he had with his father when he first met him, he knew where his brother’s bleeding heart came from.

Sometimes he could still see him, Dyl- no Danny, every time he looks in the mirror. The constant reminder that his brother was seen by the league as nothing but a spare. Whatever love he had for his mother disappeared the moment he laid his sight at his brother’s eye embedded in his supposed empty eye socket.

The constant reminder that shows every time he looks at the mirror and the scar in the middle of his chest, Danny’s organs that were used on him to ensure his survival while Danny was left behind.

…

He was 14 years old when he went wide-eyed at the stranger across him and his brothers in a heavily populated area.

A teen looks exactly like him with a medical eyepatch on his left eye as he sits in a wheelchair chatting idly with an older man.

Damian heavily thought of a clone, did Talia, not mother never mother, make another clone after him after weeks of silence?

Damian still remembered the first time he encountered a clone with blue eyes, his running theory is that due to his new organs have bonded with him thus creating a batch of clones with blue eyes. Timothy had spoken up that since babies have a 50/50 chance of inheriting the colored eyes of either parent made a new branch of clones.

Damian was already planning on disposing of the supposed clone when the said clone suddenly laughed exposing his neck that have a feign white line across indicating a scar. But that scar made Damian double guess, all clones he encountered are scarred free thus leaving him to have no trouble disposing of each and one of them but the existence of the scar he barely caught is something both brothers swore secrecy to it.

The laugh oh god, his laugh, only his brother laughs like that, Damian thought mournfully.

As he tries to look the other way, he suddenly faced the same doctor who was the assistant doctor that foresees his surgery years ago. He may have distanced himself from the League after he had fulfilled his debt but it was no mistaking that it was the same doctor that operated him that time.

A chemist they said, an insufficient man who is more cowardly than any other man yet his talent in poisons made him quite a gem in the League.

A clone who had broke out of their collective mind control? Possible, but why this clone? What made this look alike so special that this man dared to leave the League?

…

Robin began to follow the two, the other bats thought that he had a new case on his lap that requires recon. They didn’t question Robin’s new behavior as they have seen him do the same actions when he landed himself a case or when he was following a lead. Yet they couldn’t shake the feeling that something is not right, whether it is the fact that Robin refused any assistance or just the fact they have no idea what kind of case Robin is working on.

They should have listened to their guts then maybe they wouldn’t be surprised at the bat screen, showing a maternal and paternal match to a picture of a blue-eyed black-haired kid with a medical eyepatch on his left eye looking like Damian in a good day.

…

Danny was doing some paperwork when a flying thought passed by him about his last reincarnation. All memories from his adventures when he got reincarnated are usually put behind the back of his hand yet worries about the well-being of his brother made him distracted, and kept close a special one-way mirror to monitor his baby brother.

Danny felt nostalgic at the family drama and chaos that he can’t help but cackle at each interaction Damian has with their father’s adopted children and wards. He found himself majorly of his time watching for hours and hours, he can’t help but wish he was there. As if he was summoned Clockwork appeared in front of him and told him to go back, which confuses Danny since it was Clockwork who implemented that he cannot go back to the same dimension/ world if his body is too far gone to be revived by him, yet Clockwork told him to give someone named Alfred his regards and vanished. Looking bewildered at his mentor/ grandfather he tried to sense his vessel with little to no hope seeing that the League has his body, but surprises himself when he felt his own body submerged in a portion of the Lazarus pit.

…

Going back, he was greeted by an assistant doctor that used to be in the League due to his ancestor’s debt. He explained that he cannot in good conscience do what he was instructed to after the operation, stole his body, and submerged it in an undiscovered pit due to its small size, enough to dump a child not enough for a grown adult.

After an initial check-up, both he and the doctor discovered that the mini Lazarus pit regenerated all of his organs except his eye seeing that it was his entire body submerged excluding his head. The assistant doc theorized that those organs of his may be weaker since they were generated from nothing, Danny in all his eldritch glory as well as being the most powerful being across the Infinite Realms played his part perfectly of a now disabled child.

After all who would accuse this disabled child putting the daughter of the Demon Head in an endless nightmare by his command to Fright Knight? Who would accuse that innocent blue eye of his that he had killed any assassin in their tail ever since he and his now temporary guardian began exploring the world? Who would accuse an adorable child that he was the one who had put the Joker in a definite MIA? Who would accuse this child who smiles like the sun despite his setbacks be the one who tortured Deathstroke to the brink of insanity? Danny is pretty sure his temporary guardian knew of his secret endeavors but remained quiet due to his habit when he was in the League or just to prevent any grayer hairs from growing in.

…

Now if only his brother stopped moping around the building across their apartment complex and just come inside, he made his infamous fudge to share with his brother. His brother didn’t have to drag the rest of the bat brigade in watching him across the building, he even made extra fudge, if only they could just go through the front door instead of rescuing him first in every rogue attack and pretend, they don’t him. Well, if they are playing a game then count him in to win. But for some reason all of them made a face of being constipated whenever they talk to him, Danny is so sure he used clean ingredients to make his fudge…

God dammit just enter the front door like a normal person, better yet tell Batman to stop looking at him as if he died! Those windows are not paying to fix themselves each time one of them decided to stop dropping and roll every other night!

…

PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #dp #ghost king danny #batfam #danny fenton #op danny #damian wayne

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sadiecoocoo · 10 days ago

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Can we talk about the fact that Viktor was kind of not doing the best thing?

(Please be aware that I do not play or read the lore for lol so this might all be info that everyone knows already or I might be completely wrong)

Yes he was healing people, but he was changing people.

Salo, the corrupt politician who didn’t give a damn about the undercity and was fully prepared to lead the charge in invading Zaun gets his legs healed and he just decides to live down in the undercity and work for Jesus because he helped him?

And not only that but also be perfectly okay with Viktor always being in his head and being able to take over his body whenever he pleases, even if Salo could still take his body back when he wanted to?

Not only that but NO ONE in that community cared about dying. The guy at the front gate, who I forget his name, had a gun pointed to his head and barely reacted. We know this character, for the few scenes he’s been in, to be a very reactive character. He always seemed a little jumpy and scared anytime he showed up, always stuttering and looking around like something was about to jump out at him, even before he took any shimmer. But now that Viktor healed him, he gets a gun pointed at his head, and he’s completely unbothered? And he was faced with Piltover’s army and was just “please no weapons :D”

Not only that but when Jayce was freaking out in the community and pointed the hammer at that kid, they just looked at it. And then they decided to take him to viktor, with the murder weapon (even though they had been very adamant on the no weapons rule before??). Still kudos to that kid to seeing a guy who needed help and immediately taking him to said help

Another thing, that really might just be my interpretation, no one actually looked happy. There were no kids playing, or adults just talking with friends. Everyone was always carrying some bag of supplies or working and everyone looked like there was some place they needed to be. The only people that acted like people were Vi, Jinx, and Isha.

And of course I can’t just not mention the fact that when Viktor died everyone that he healed died too. Which, y’know, isn’t normal

But this last point makes me feel like the community was some kind of hive mind. We know that when a queen bee dies, all the worker bees will eventually die too, unless there’s a bee keeper, even if it’s not instant like with the community. And going back to an earlier point, everyone was acting like worker bees, getting food for the colony and making honey.

Now, all this isn’t to say that I think Jayce was right, though I do believe he had a valid reason or was at least not in his right mind at the time, and he probably had no idea what all would happen when he killed Viktor

In conclusion, I really don’t think Viktor would have helped Zaun in the long run. Eventually, as Singed said, he would die, and then everyone else he healed would too. He would change people to become drone-like and completely monotone in all their actions. Of course, this doesn’t mean Viktor himself is in the wrong, because he clearly had no grasp of what he was really doing and was being heavily influenced by the hexcore in the guise of Sky. Still, looking deeper into it, the community was inhumane and a literal cult

(Also please think about how much Vander would change if he had been fully healed by Viktor, there’s no guarantee that he would even still care about Vi and Jinx since he would be influenced by the hexcore too through Viktor)

Thank you for reading this wall of a theory/rant, I’d love to discuss if anyone has any other points they’d like to add! :)

#arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane season 2 #viktor arcane #arcane viktor #arcane theory #arcane rant #arcane vi #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #arcane jayce #arcane vander #vander #jayce talis

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rosemariiaa · 1 month ago

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~Broken and Bound~

part: 2

pairing: Paige x Oc

a/n: well! i apologize in advance! this is long ash so read at your own time!! my baby ke helped a lot with this so kudos to her 🥹 @thaatdigitaldiary , as always happy reading lovelies 💌

themes: angst, self acceptance, trauma, (long asl) sexual content, fluff

Enjoy!!!

Juli wakes up slowly, her body sinking further into the mattress as her mind slowly comes back online. She’s not surprised to feel the weight in her chest, like it’s just another part of her now. Another morning, another heavy reminder. She rolls over, grabbing her phone off the nightstand. No texts from Paige. Her eyes scan the empty notifications, then she locks the phone and drops it on the bed. No “Good morning.” No “I love you.” Just… silence.

She sighs, tossing the covers aside, her body moving on autopilot as she makes her way to the kitchen. Coffee. Shower. Go through the motions, like it’ll somehow drown out everything swirling in her head.

She stares blankly at the coffee machine, replaying last night over and over. The way Paige’s face fell when she rushed her to the bedroom. How she fumbled through another half-hearted apology. Paige had just shrugged it off like she always does, like it’s nothing—but Juli knows it’s not nothing. Not anymore.

Guilt creeps in as always, settling in her stomach as she leans against the counter. She hates this feeling—like she’s constantly disappointing Paige. She loves her, and she knows Paige loves her back, but sometimes it feels like that love is suffocating under the weight of all these unspoken things.

She takes a sip of coffee, the bitterness sitting on her tongue, but she doesn’t bother adding sugar. It’s easier to deal with the bitterness of coffee than the bitterness in her own head.

Juli’s mind drifts to the fear that’s always lurking in the background—the fear of being exposed. She’s built her entire life around keeping people at a distance, never letting anyone get too close, because what if they found out? What if they knew? The paranoia follows her everywhere, a constant shadow.

What if? What if.

She can’t forget the time she yanked her hand away from Paige’s when someone walked by. Or the night Paige had to stay in the bathroom for over an hour because a friend showed up crying over a breakup. Juli’s heart races just thinking about it. She’s not being careful enough. What if someone sees? What if word gets out?

The fear presses down on her, making her shoulders slump. She can’t let anyone know—she knows what happens when people find out. She’s seen it firsthand. It’s not an option.

Juli moves to the window, staring out at the world outside. She wonders if it’s all worth it—if hiding this part of herself is doing more harm than good. She loves Paige, and that should be enough, right? But sometimes, the secrecy feels like a prison she built herself. She hasn’t told anyone—not her friends, not her teammates. No one knows about Paige. It’s not that she doesn’t want to; it’s that she’s terrified. Terrified of what they’ll think, of what they’ll say, of what might happen to her if anyone knew.

Her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment, she feels like she can’t breathe. The walls of her dorm seem to close in on her, and she’s left wondering if she’ll ever be free of this—of the hiding, the lying, the constant fear. But it’s safer this way. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself.

Her phone buzzes, but it’s just a notification from a stupid app. Juli unlocks it anyway, scrolling through her messages, hoping—wishing—Paige had texted her. Still nothing.

The knot in her chest tightens. Is Paige tired of this? Of always hiding? Of being shoved into the shadows whenever someone else is around? Juli wants to believe that Paige is okay with it, but the silence is starting to get to her. Maybe Paige has finally had enough.

The thought hits her like a punch to the gut. She knows Paige deserves better, but she’s too scared to change anything. Too scared to risk it.

A text comes in—Diane, inviting her to lunch.

hey juless, wanna grab something to eat?

Juli’s fingers hover over the screen. She knows she should go, keep up appearances, but the thought of sitting there, pretending like everything is fine, is exhausting. She types out a quick excuse, something about being busy, and sends it off.

sorry can’t, way tm work to catch up on.

Lately, she’s been avoiding her friends more and more. It’s easier to isolate herself than to constantly lie, to pretend that everything is normal when it’s anything but. She doesn’t want to deal with their questions, with the fake smiles and small talk. It’s easier to keep them at arm’s length, even though she knows that’s not sustainable.

As the day drags on, Juli can’t shake the guilt that’s settled deep in her chest. She feels selfish—selfish for dragging Paige into this mess, selfish for expecting her to put up with it. Paige didn’t sign up for this, and yet here she is, hiding in closets and bathrooms, pretending like it doesn’t bother her. But Juli knows it does.

She wonders if she’s being unfair—if she’s asking too much. Maybe she’s just making excuses to protect herself. Maybe she’s too scared to admit that she’s not ready to face the world as she is.

The thought makes her stomach churn, and she sets her coffee cup down, suddenly feeling sick.

Juli moves to the couch, sinking into the cushions as she stares blankly at the TV. The sound is just background noise, something to fill the silence. But it doesn’t help. Nothing helps.

She feels trapped—trapped by her own fear, by the expectations she’s placed on herself, by the life she’s built around this lie. She knows she can’t keep doing this forever, but the alternative feels impossible.

What if she loses Paige? What if she loses everything? The fear wraps around her like a vice, squeezing tighter and tighter until she can hardly breathe.

Juli types out a message to Paige—a simple “Hey”—and stares at the screen for a moment before hitting send. Even something as small as this feels heavy, like it’s loaded with all the things she can’t bring herself to say.

She leans back, closing her eyes. She loves Paige, she knows that. But sometimes, she wonders if love is enough to keep this from falling apart. Sometimes, it feels like they’re both just holding on by a thread, waiting for the inevitable unraveling.

The thought lingers as the sun starts to set, casting long shadows across the room. And for the first time, Juli wonders if maybe she’s not just protecting herself—maybe she’s pushing Paige away.

——-

Juli had been staring at her phone for a while now, the message to Paige unanswered. Each minute that passed felt like an hour, and her mind spiraled, each thought darker than the last. Is she mad? Did I do something wrong? Does she even want to be with me anymore?

She couldn’t get the worst-case scenarios out of her head. That’s just how she was—always imagining the worst before anything even happened. It didn’t help that Paige was so easygoing about everything. Juli wished she could be like that, but she wasn’t.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She blinked, confused. It was late, and she wasn’t expecting anyone. A few more knocks, harder this time. She got up, heart pounding in her chest. When she opened the door, Paige was standing there, looking… different. Intense. Juli didn’t know if she was relieved or about to cry.

“Hi,” Juli managed to say, her voice a little shaky.

Paige didn’t say anything. She stepped forward, grabbed Juli by the waist, and kissed her. It was unexpected, almost aggressive, like Paige was pouring all her frustration and emotions into that one kiss. Juli gasped against her lips, her hands instinctively going to Paige’s chest to steady herself.

When Paige pulled back, she was still close enough that their foreheads touched, her breath warm against Juli’s lips. “Did you like that?” Paige asked, her voice low and demanding.

Juli’s eyes were wide, her brain still trying to catch up. She nodded quickly, but Paige wasn’t having it. “Use your words,” she said, her lips hovering just over Juli’s. Juli swallowed hard. “Close the door,” she whispered. Paige didn’t hesitate, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

Paige turns back around after closing the door, eyes locking on Juli’s with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Juli feels the heat creeping up her neck, but she doesn’t move.

Paige steps closer, voice low, “You were worried, weren’t you?”

Juli blinks, heart racing. “Worried about what?”

Paige leans in, lips brushing against Juli’s ear, making her breath hitch. “That I was done with you.” Her fingers trail down Juli’s arm, slow, teasing. “That maybe I wouldn’t come back.”

Juli swallows, trying to keep her cool, but Paige’s proximity is making it hard to think. She feels Paige’s hands slide around her waist, pulling her close again.

“Tell me,” Paige whispers, lips hovering near Juli’s neck, “did you miss me ma?” Juli rolls her eyes, trying to hide how much Paige’s words are getting to her. “You already know the answer to that.”

Paige grins, loving how Juli’s trying to stay composed. “I want to hear you say it.”

Juli’s breath catches in her throat as Paige’s hands travel lower, fingers skimming the hem of her shorts. “Paige…”

“Say it,” Paige insists, her voice soft but commanding. “Or do I have to make you, hm?”

Juli shivers at the challenge in Paige’s tone, heat spreading through her body. She doesn’t want to give in, but the way Paige is looking at her, the way her touch sends electricity down her spine, it’s hard to resist. “I missed you P,” she finally breathes out, barely audible.

Paige smirks, pleased with the answer. “Good girl.”

Paige pulls her into another kiss, rougher this time. The intensity between them grows, and Juli feels herself melting into it. Paige’s hands wander, teasing, exploring. “You always make me wait,” Paige mutters against her lips. “Not tonight.”

Juli pulls back just enough to meet Paige’s eyes, her breath coming out in short gasps. “Then don’t.”

The words come out before she can stop herself, and the teasing smile on Paige’s face falters for just a moment, replaced by something darker, more serious. Paige’s hands grip her tighter, lifting her up easily by her thighs as she walks them toward the bedroom.

As they reach the edge of the bed, Paige lets Juli’s feet touch the floor, but keeps her pressed against her. She leans in, their faces inches apart. “You really thought I’d leave you hanging all day and not come fix this?”

Juli raises an eyebrow, catching her breath. “You’re a little cocky, aren’t you?”

Paige’s grin grows. “You like that about me though.” Her hands move up under the hem of Juli’s shirt, barely touching her bare stomach. “And you like it when I make you wait.”

Juli’s lips part, but the words disappear the moment Paige’s hands roam lower inside her shorts, teasingly slow. Paige smirks, loving every second of the control she’s exerting. “What? You have nothing to say now?”

Paige watched Juli’s expression shift. With a barely audible whisper, Juli leaned closer, her breath warm against Paige’s ear. “need you now.” Paige didn’t wait long. Her lips found Juli’s again, this time hungrier, like she couldn’t hold back anymore. Juli let out a soft moan, sinking into the kiss as her hands moved up to rest on Paige’s shoulders, pulling her closer, her body practically humming from how close they were.

Paige’s hands slid down from Juli’s waist, fingers teasing the edge of her shorts again. She tugged lightly, just enough to make Juli’s breath hitch. Juli could feel her pulse in her ears, heat rising in her between her legs as she glanced down at Paige’s veiny hands, then back up into her eyes.

“Paige..cmon stop teasing.” she whispered, but there was no missing the need in her voice. Paige smirked, her fingers still gripping the waistband of Juli’s shorts, tugging them just a little lower. “just wanna hear it from your lips baby, tell me what you want.” Juli bit her lip, heat pooling in pussy now. “Take them off,” she murmured, her voice a little breathless.

Paige smiled, she didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled Juli’s shorts down in one smooth motion, leaving her in her pink lacy panties, her hands lingering on Juli’s thighs as she stood back up, eyes scanning her. Juli couldn’t hide the flush creeping up her neck, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was Paige closer—now.

——-

Juli lay back against the pillows, her heart pounding in her chest as Paige hovered above her. Juli, clad only in her panties and a loose tank top, felt every nerve in her body ignite as Paige’s skin pressed against her. She could feel the warmth radiating off Paige, and it was intoxicating.

“Come here,” Juli breathed, her voice low and filled with urgency as she tugged at the hem of Paige’s shirt. When Paige pulled it over her head, tossing it aside, Juli’s breath caught. The sight of Paige’s toned torso was enough to send her pulse racing.

Paige leaned down, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss. Juli responded eagerly, her hands roaming over Paige’s bare skin, tracing the hard lines of her chest and abdomen, lost in the feeling of being so close.

Paige’s lips began to travel down Juli’s neck. Juli gasped, arching her back as Paige pressed soft open mouth kisses against her skin, her breath warm and tantalizing. “mm taste so sweet,” Paige murmured, her voice a sultry whisper against Juli’s throat.

As Paige’s kisses turned into gentle bites, Juli felt a rush of electricity course through her. The sharp, pleasurable sting of Paige’s teeth sent shivers down her spine. “Oh God,” Juli softly moaned, tilting her head back to give Paige more access, exposing her neck further.

Paige’s lips explored the sensitive skin, alternating between soft kisses and playful nips that drove Juli wild. But it was the way Paige’s hand began to roam down Juli’s body that made her breath hitch. As Juli gasped at the sensation, Paige’s fingers slid down to the waistband of her panties, teasingly brushing against her hip.

“Paige…” Juli whispered, her heart racing as she felt the warmth of Paige’s hand lingering just above the fabric. She could hardly contain the need building within her, her body craving more contact. “Please.”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Paige teased, her breath hot against Juli’s skin as she pressed another kiss to her neck, then bit down, making Juli arch her back and gasp.

“Just… keep going,” Juli pleaded, her hands tangling in Paige’s hair, pulling her closer. She felt Paige’s fingers finally slip under the waistband of her panties, the contact between her fingers and Juli’s sopping cunt ignited her senses. Juli’s breath quickened as Paige’s fingers brushed against her clit.

“Just relax,” Paige whispered, as she continued to suck on Juli’s neck, drawing soft gasps from her. Juli could feel her pulse racing, every kiss, every touch igniting a deeper need, and she was ready to surrender completely to the heat building between them. Paige swiped her fingers between Juli’s wet folds, then she started to move her fingers in slow, deliberate circles on her clit, “Fuck baby you’re so wet” Juli’s hips instinctively bucking upward, desperate for more friction. “Mmph. Yes, right there,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. She could feel heat pooling low in her stomach, the sensation overwhelming as Paige’s fingers began moving faster.

“Paige, inside..,” Juli gasped, the urgency in her voice leaving no room for doubt. She felt herself teetering on the edge, pussy clenching at the thought of Paige’s fingers fucking her deep and hard. She needed it now. “Please.” Paige’s gaze locked onto Juli’s, filled with hunger and passion. Juli’s heart raced as Paige leaned in closer, their lips brushing together as she responded, “I’m right here princess.”

Paige wasted no time, plunging two fingers into Juli’s tight hole. Pushing in and out deeply, while rubbing her clit with her thumb. “Ohhhh- fuck P, just like that.” She loved seeing Juli this way, the way she squirmed beneath her, the way her lips parted as she let out those beautiful moans and gasps. The way Juli showed no fear when it was just her and Paige.

Paige couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way her fingers were moving in and out of Juli’s dripping pussy. “Look at that shit, just sucking me up hm?” She whispered, staring into Juli’s watery brown eyes. All Juli could do was moan in response.

“You can get louder. Can’t you?,” Paige murmured, her fingers picking up speed, curling them just the way Juli likes it, hitting that same spongey spot again and again and again. Moving faster as Juli’s breaths turned into loud moans. Juli gripped Paige’s shoulder tightly, the sheets beneath her twisting in her fingers, knuckles turning white as she felt herself on the edge, ready to let go completely. “f-faster please.. shit.” Juli gasped, her voice laced with desperation. The way Paige’s fingers moved inside her skillfully, knowing exactly what to do, made Juli feel alive.

Juli felt her legs start to shake, the tension coiling tighter with each thrust of Paige’s fingers. “I’m so close,” she gasped, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. Just as Juli felt herself about to cum, Paige slowed her movements, drawing a whine of frustration from Juli. “P…cmon im so close, feel so full..” Juli pleaded, her body instinctively arching into Paige’s touch, desperate to cum. Paige smirked, taking her fingers out of Juli and putting them in her mouth, humming at the sweet taste of her girl on her fingers.

Paige sits up slightly, moving down until she’s right infront of Juli. She spreads Juli’s legs wider, fingers gliding over her now pink thighs, igniting sparks across Juli’s skin.

Leaning down, Paige pressed soft kisses against Juli’s inner thighs, tantalizingly close to where Juli craved her most. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Paige murmured, her breath warm against Juli’s skin. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Please, no more teasing P,” Juli begged, her voice a breathy whisper. “need your mouth..now.”

With a teasing grin, Paige settled between Juli’s legs, taking in just how wet she is, juices dripping on the sheets. Fuck. Paige licks her lips, taking her finger and running it up and down Juli’s folds making the girl above shudder and whimper. “God you’re fucking soaked baby, I do that to you?” Juli bites her lip, nodding. Paige shakes her head, coming up to where she’s now hovering over Juli, she removes the hand that was under Juli’s right thigh and brings it up to grab her face.

“I said, do I fucking do that to you?” She repeated, inching closer to Juli’s face. “Yes fuck! you do..all the time Paige.” Juli said. Paige grins at this and moves closer until her lips smashes Juli’s. Juli moans into the kiss making paige slip her tongue inside. Paige moves her kisses down to Juli’s jaw, then neck, then collarbone, until she realizes Juli still has her tank top on. She leans up and rips it off her body. Literally. As soon as she throws it on the floor she’s now kneading Juli’s breasts and hardened nipples, making the brunette moan and grip her arm.

Paige leans back down to suck one of Juli’s rosy nipples, while her index finger and thumb rub the bud of her other breast. She’s now placing open kisses and bite marks on Juli’s breasts making her arch her back and gasp. Making her way down her stomach all the way until she gets to Juli’s wet and throbbing pussy. She swears she can see it clenching for her.

Without hesitation, Paige dove in, her tongue gliding over Juli’s wet folds. Juli gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her. “Oh, holy- yes,” she moaned, fingers tangling in Paige’s hair, pulling her closer. “Just like that mommy fuck.”

Paige got to work, her tongue flicking on Juli’s clit harshly and teasing, each movement deliberate and skillful. Her mouth sucking up all of Juli’s juices that’s been dripping out of her. As she slipped a finger inside Juli, the sensation sent jolts of pleasure through both of them. Juli’s breath quickened, and she let out a small gasp. “Paige, I—”

“This pretty fucking pussy, fuck ma. loves me so much” Paige murmured, sucking her clit harder and curling her finger inside Juli. “God yess, so so much paige!”

Paige’s pace quickened, fingers and tongue working in harmony. Juli felt the pressure building within her, an irresistible force. She squirmed, overwhelmed by the intensity. “I can’t—”

Paige tightened her grip on Juli’s thighs, holding her in place. “Don’t fucking run,” she said, her tone playful yet commanding. “Dis what you wanted, right? Stay right fucking here and take it.”

Juli let out a whimper, the combination of Paige’s words and mouth sending her into a frenzy. She could feel her legs starting to shake as the pleasure built. “I’m so close!” she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks, her voice teetering on the edge of desperation.

“Good. I want to feel you come for me baby, cum on my tongue please. fuck I wanna taste it so bad mama.” Paige babbled, her wet and hot mouth against Juli’s pussy. She picked up the pace, fingers moving with purpose, each deep thrust igniting more pleasure. Juli felt herself breaking, and with each moan, it became harder to hold on. “Paige!” Juli gasped. “I can’t!”

“You will,” Paige urged, her own excitement growing as she felt Juli’s body responding beneath her. “I want all of you princess, so let it fucking go.”

With a final, breathless cry, Juli surrendered, cumming hard on paige’s tongue and fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over her. “Paige!” she moaned, the sound spilling out as she lost herself completely, surrendering to the moment. As Juli rode out the high, Paige’s touch guided her through it all, every flick of her tongue and movement of her fingers drawing Juli deeper into bliss. “You’re so good at that,” Juli whispered, a smile breaking across her face as she looked down at Paige.

Paige lifted her head, a satisfied grin on her lips, the taste of Juli still lingering. “Just for you,” she said, leaning up to kiss Juli. “I could do this shit forever.”

Paige pulled back, her eyes glinting with mischief. She reached for her phone on the bedside table, glancing at Juli, who raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. Paige snapped a quick picture, capturing Juli’s flushed cheeks and the way her curly hair fell across her shoulders. Juli watched her with a teasing gaze, leaning back slightly as she pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, exposing her neck, scattered with hickeys and bites marks even more.

“Like this?” Juli asked, arching her back up, her body a tantalizing invitation.

Paige’s breath hitched at the sight. Juli’s throat looked so inviting, and she couldn’t resist the urge to tighten her hand around it, eliciting a soft gasp from her. The sound sent a thrill through Paige, and she snapped another picture. “Damn, can you get any sexier?,” she murmured, her focus solely on Juli.

With a sultry smile, Juli slipped her fingers into her mouth, letting them glide out slowly. The sight made Paige’s pulse quicken. Without thinking, she tossed her phone aside, drawn back into Juli’s magnetic pull.

“Lay back,” Juli commanded softly, a hint of dominance lacing her words. Paige obliged, sinking on the mattress, waiting for whatever Juli has up her sleeve. Before Juli could hover over Paige, she slid her boxers off, feeling liberated. As she moved back up, she caught sight of how fucking wet Paige had been this whole time. A wicked smile crossed Juli’s face as she bit her lip, the sight of Paige’s dripping folds. All mine. Julie thought.

Paige lay beneath her, eyes wide with anticipation. As Juli crawls up towards her, Her thumb grazed Paige’s cheek and then her plump bottom lip, a soft caress that made Paige shiver. Juli let her other hand glide down Paige’s stomach, fingers trailing lower until they found the warmth between her thighs. Fuck.

The moment Juli’s fingers brushed against her pussy, Paige gasped, instinctively pulling her closer, craving more. “All this just for me?” Juli whispered, her voice sultry and teasing. “Mhm,” Paige managed, her breath hitching as she leaned up, capturing Juli’s lips in a fervent kiss. Their tongues tangled together, a dance of urgency and need that sent sparks through both of them.

Juli scooted up, legs on both sides of Paige. Bringing her hand back to cup Paige’s face, deepening the kiss. As they moved together, Juli began to grind slowly against Paige’s abs , their bodies fitting perfectly, driving Paige wild. Each slow movement sent delicious shudders through her.

“God, Juli,” Paige breathed, losing herself in the rhythm they were creating together. Juli smiled against her lips, reveling in the way Paige responded, every shudder and moan only made her move faster, fueling her own desire. As Juli began to grind harder, the friction between them intensified. Their gasps blended into each other’s mouths as they kissed, each breath ragged, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

Paige’s grip tightened on Juli’s hips, pulling her closer. “Fuck, baby,” Paige muttered against Juli’s lips, her voice breathless. “You feel so good.”

Juli smirked, her lips ghosting over Paige’s as she murmured, “I can make you feel better.”

“I don’t know if it can get better than this,” she breathed, her words dripping with need. Juli’s grin widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she slowly sat up, still straddling Paige. Her gaze never leaving Paige’s flushed face.

Juli leaned down, licking up her arousal off of Paige’s stomach, moaning at the taste. She reached down, lifting one of Paige’s legs and settling herself between them. The moment their wetness connected, a surge of heat coursed through both of them. They threw their heads back simultaneously, moaning. Loud.

Paige’s hand instinctively gripped Juli’s ass harshly, squeezing it tightly as her other hand tangled in the sheets beneath her. Her eyes roamed over Juli’s body, completely captivated by how incredible she looked—her lips parted, doe eyes now dark with desire, skin glistening under the soft light. How Juli’s warm, soaking pussy meshed with hers perfectly. Paige licked her lips, her mind racing with thoughts of how perfect Juli looked on top of her, the sight alone almost enough to send her over the edge.

Juli held onto Paige’s bicep with one hand, her other gripping Paige’s thigh for leverage. She started moving up and down, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm. Each movement made both of them shudder, and Juli bit her lip, muttering curse words under her breath as the pleasure built between them.

“Shit… fuck,” Juli breathed out, her voice ragged, lost in the feeling of their pussies sliding against each other. Paige groaned in response, her fingers digging into Juli’s skin, desperate to keep her close. They went quiet for a minute, all you could hear was the wetness of their sopping pussies mixing together.

Juli’s breath grew heavier as she quickened her pace, her hands slipping from Paige’s bicep and thigh to her own breasts. She kneaded them, her head thrown back in pleasure as she moaned louder, riding Paige harder, her hips moving in an unrelenting rhythm.

Paige’s eyes were locked on her, mesmerized by how perfect Juli looked above her. “You look so fucking good on top of me baby,” Paige growled, her voice thick with desire, sitting up slightly, bucking her hips upwards as she fucked Juli back. She brought her hand down hard on Juli’s ass with a sharp smack.

Juli let out a loud, involuntary moan, the sound echoing in the room as her hips stuttered for a moment. She looked down at Paige through hooded eyes, her lips parted. “That’s gonna leave a mark P,” she muttered, her voice breathless.

“Good,” Paige replied, her fingers gripping Juli’s waist as she began to move them together, faster and harder. Their bodies slammed against each other, the sensation building to something almost unbearable. “That’s it… that’s it holy-,” Paige rasped, her eyes filled with hunger as she watched Juli ride her. “So close, baby… keep riding me just like that. cum with me, please.”

Juli could barely form words at this point, her moans growing louder and more desperate. All she could do was nod, her hand gripping Paige’s shoulder for stability as she tried to keep the pace, her body trembling with the pleasure surging through her.

Paige moved her hand down between Juli’s thighs, her thumb pressing firmly against Juli’s swollen clit. She rubbed in tight circles, watching Juli’s face contort in pleasure. Juli’s hips stuttered and she arched her back, her entire body on the brink.

“I’m gonna cum! shit Paige!,” Juli gasped, her voice trembling with the effort of holding herself together.

Paige’s thumb moved faster, her own release hanging in the balance. “cum for me, baby. I’ve got you,” Paige whispered, her voice soft yet commanding.

With one final thrust, Juli’s entire body tensed as she let go, a loud moan tearing from her throat. Paige followed seconds later, her own release crashing over her. Their cunts moved together through the wave of pleasure, cream pooling, dripping onto their thighs, until finally Juli collapsed forward, her face falling onto Paige’s shoulder as she gasped for breath, her chest heaving against Paige’s.

Paige held her tightly, her hand gently stroking Juli’s back as they both tried to catch their breath, their bodies still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. The room was quiet except for their ragged breathing.

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Both girls eventually pull away after Paige tries to sneak another round in, they head to the bathroom to clean up. The water’s warm, and Juli stands behind Paige, washing her hair, standing on her tiptoes to reach. Paige leans into it, eyes closed, the soft pressure of Juli’s fingers moving through her hair calming her down. No words, just quiet moments of intimacy. And she loved it.

“You look so cute trying,” Paige murmurs, a smirk playing on her lips as she glances over her shoulder at Juli, who just rolls her eyes.

“Shut up, you’re like a 6 foot giant,” Juli mutters back, focusing on scrubbing shampoo through Paige’s hair. The whole thing feels so domestic it makes Paige’s chest tighten a little, but she doesn’t say anything about it.

They rinse off, brush their teeth side by side, still stealing glances at each other in the mirror. It’s stupid how good this feels, just the small stuff. Paige watches Juli with a soft smile, feeling the weight of everything that’s been on them these past months lift, bit by bit.

Back in Juli’s room, she’s got her pink silky robe tied loose, teasingly brushing her hair out as she catches Paige staring.

“Don’t make me come over there,” Paige warns lightly, though there’s a real threat behind her voice.

Juli smirks, playing with the tie of her robe. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Paige just leans back on the bed, crossing her arms. “ I might have to strap you up again.” Juli bites her lip, her smile teasing but soft. “Sure you will.” “Yeah, you say that like last time you wasn’t running away from it mama.” Paige replied with that sly grin on her face.

“Shut up!” Juli rolled her eyes.

They end up tangled in bed, the movie on the TV long forgotten as they lay together. Paige’s arm rests across Juli’s body, fingers tracing absent patterns on her skin. But Juli’s mind is elsewhere, spinning with thoughts she hasn’t let herself fully deal with until now. There’s a sense of safety here, with Paige, something she’s been scared to let herself want for so long.

She breathes in deeply, the weight of everyone’s opinions, all the judging eyes, all the whispers that used to feel so heavy—now they seem to fade into the background. None of it matters when she’s with Paige. For the first time, Juli feels free. Truly free. And the only thing she wants is to stay that way with Paige, without fear, without hiding.

Paige notices how quiet Juli’s gotten and nudges her gently. “You good?” she asks, her voice soft but laced with concern.

Juli doesn’t get a chance to respond before her phone buzzes on the nightstand. She glances at it, reading the text from Diane: “I’m staying at my bfs place, I’ll be home in the morning!”

Paige’s face falls just a little, the flicker of insecurity flashing across her features. “Should I… should I get my stuff and go?” Paige asks, her voice quiet, not wanting to assume anything.

Juli turns to her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “No. Stay,” she says, almost too quickly.

Paige sits up slightly, still unsure. “But your roommate—won’t she be here in the morning?” Juli nods, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah.”

Paige raises an eyebrow, still confused. “And you want me to stay? Like, actually stay the night?”

Juli takes a deep breath, shifting to sit up a little more. “Yeah, I do. Look, Paige… I know these past few months haven’t been easy. You’ve dealt with me and my fears, my bullshit, and I know it’s been a lot.”

Paige stays quiet, her eyes locked on Juli, feeling something heavy building in her chest.

“I was scared,” Juli continues, her voice raw now, like she’s been holding this in for too long. “I was terrified of what everyone would think. But you… you never made me feel like I had to rush, like I had to be something I wasn’t ready to be. You understood that, and that made me love you even more.”

Paige’s heart pounds harder in her chest, the words hitting her in ways she didn’t expect. But Juli keeps going, her voice breaking slightly. “But I realize now how much I was hurting you, how I made you feel like a secret. And I’m sorry, Paige. I’m so sorry for putting you through that.” Juli’s voice cracks as she fights to keep her emotions in check. “I was a coward. I let fear control everything. But why? Why should I hide the one person I love more than anything in this world?”

Paige feels her throat tighten, watching Juli’s vulnerability spill out. Her hands are trembling a little, but she doesn’t pull away. Juli takes a shaky breath, her eyes locked on Paige’s. “You’re not some secret, P. You’re everything to me.”

For a moment, all Paige can do is sit there, trying to process everything Juli just said. She feels the tears well up, her emotions hitting her full force. And before she can think too much about it, she leans in, grabbing Juli’s face gently, kissing her softly, tears sliding down her cheeks.

The kiss is soft, tender, and full of the weight they’ve both been carrying for too long. Paige pulls back just slightly, her lips barely brushing against Juli’s as she whispers, “I love you… so fucking much.”

Juli’s eyes are glossy with tears too, her smile soft and full of relief. “I love you too,” she whispers back, pressing her forehead against Paige’s.

“You’re my everything.”

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a/n: this shit was a rollercoaster hello? i’m ovulating i’m sorry 😓 but ily

tags: @thaatdigitaldiary @sierrale8ne @patscorner @ohbueckers @mrsarnold @riyahtheballer @absolutelydreadful @authentic-girl03

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers smut #rosie fics #broken and bound fic #fic talk #my fics #paige x oc #lgbtq #rosie’s blog ఌ

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rabbitsrants · 1 year ago

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SHINICHI KUDO IS TOO MUCH

guys, i'm currently working on the "reasons why shinran is one of the most brilliantly written romances of all time" masterlist and i came across this part of the manga:

chapter 44

AND I AM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF

shinichi is absolutely RUTHLESS in this chapter. correct me if i'm wrong, but this has to be his angriest moment throughout the entire series? i don't remember him acting this way in any other chapter 😂 like... shinichi is the type of guy who saves murderers from suicide, it's a well known fact that he values human life more than anything, HE'S A DEEPLY IDEALISTIC PERSON, YALL, THAT'S THE MAIN TRAIT THAT DEFINES HIM AS A PERSON and he straight up tells this dude (whos about to slit his own throat btw) TO GO AHEAD AND KILL HIMSELF

this is the most unhinged i've ever seen him 😂

now, let me be serious for a second. obviously, shinichi strongly suspected that the culprit wouldnt go through with it - he spent the entire case trying to cover up his murder after all, that's not something a suicidal person does. still though. the fact that shinichi was willing to risk it says so much about his love for ran. cause that's what his rant is about. the culprit tried to kill ran on multiple occasions and almost succeeded a couple of times. if there's one thing that shinichi can not handle, it's ran being in danger. he'll lose his composure every single time and he will lash out, even at innocent people who are just trying to help:

chapter 640

this man is so devoted to ran, it hurts.

that's why im so shocked everytime the fandom implies that ran is an irrelevant character who doesnt contribute anything to the story. if (for whatever reason) ran stopped being in the picture, the story would end right then and there.

people seem to forget that shinichi has prioritized ran over cases on numerous occasions (that aspect of their relationship deserves its own post tbh, i'll hopefully get to it in the future), he completely loses his mind everytime there's even the slightest risk that she might get hurt and this case right here? chapter 44? that's the wildest shit shinichi has ever said 😂 the part about justice was spot on and very in character for him, but the rest? it was brutal... and very unlike him. which is shocking, considering that ran was completely unharmed. do me a favor and let that sink in: the end of chapter 44 was merely his reaction to the thought of losing ran - he completely lost his shit. now, if ran actually stopped being in his life? shinichi wouldn't just lose his temper, he'd lose himself.

for the record, this isnt me implying that he would go rogue or whatever. the reason why shinichi is so angry in chapter 44 is because ran is okay and tangible, so he still has something to lose. but if she was gone? if she stopped being his life? he wouldn't be angry, he'd be inconsolable. if the level of anger displayed in chapter 44 and 640 is what we get when shinichi simply worries about ran's safety, just imagine the level of heartbreak that we would witness if he genuinely lost her.

shinichi loves and needs ran so much, it's unfathomable for most people, including me. everytime i think i cracked the case and finally figured out how much shinichi loves ran, he proves me wrong. and while i think that most cold cases are a tragedy, i think im coming to terms with leaving this one unresolved. after all, love is the most mysterious force in the universe. and always will be.

visit the shinran library for more

#ran's not the only person who's difficult to deduce #shinran is too powerful #i love them #shinran #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #detective conan #case closed #dcmk #ship analysis

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kitchenisking · 8 months ago

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April Fic Rec

Hello everyone! happy spring! I just want to say thank you to everyone who enjoys my recs. I was thinking of taking a break from posting the last two months but then I thought 'fuck it'. the response that I got from you guys showed me how much my recs are enjoyed! so to everyone that reblog and likes the recs - I see you! I see your names pop up every months and it brings me such joy! and to all the new follower - it makes me happy that new people are finding my recs and are enjoying these amazing stories written by these amazing authors!

please don't forget to kudos and comment for our authors and ill see you soon😘

Knot My Favorite Smell by KnottheWolf - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,470, sterek)

Day 1-Scent Marking: Derek just missed his mate, Stiles, so he decides to visit Stiles at college. Only to grow upset when his mate’s room doesn’t smell like him anymore.

Just Stopped Working For Me by dedougal - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11,447, sterek)

Stiles never expected to meet Derek Hale. He definitely never expected the movie star to slide into his cab and ask for his help.

Clueless by IgnorantofTime - (Rating: G, Words: 1,775, sterek)

Scott comes to the realisation that his best friend is in love with Derek Hale. Now he just needs to make them realise it.

an awful curse by blinkiesays - (Rating: T, Words: 6,253, sterek)

Isaac is asleep in a chair. The angle of his neck makes Derek wince in sympathy.

"Isaac," Derek says.

Isaac snaps awake immediately.

"You're-"

"Where's Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Isaac asks.

Jesus. It's not like they know more than one.

"That’s fate." by EvanesDust - (Rating: G, Words: 2,256, sterek)

…the one where Stiles meets his future husband.

That I Miss You by Noname109 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,741, sterek)

The pounding of the water against the tenseness of his muscles makes Stiles let out a long, drawn out groan of pain and pleasure. After a hard day’s work, the proof of it is shown in the coil and rigidity of his shoulders, torso, and legs.

And it’s not like he doesn’t love interning under his dad and getting to help out solving crimes and chasing down the bad guys, but at the end of his shift it leaves him gone to the world unless it involves a shower.

He’s so relaxed five minutes into it that he doesn’t even jump when two arms snake around his waist. Stiles just hums contentedly and lets his body go slack.

Things We Know, Unsaid by uraneia - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,036, sterek)

Inspired by this Tumblr post, and written for lupinus's birthday.

Stiles accidentally finds a trunk full of Derek's professional dom gear from when he lived in New York. They don't talk about it. Then Stiles turns eighteen, and they do.

If he thought Derek would be angry or embarrassed at Stiles finding a trunk full of quality BDSM gear in his closet, he’d have been wrong. “I used to do it professionally, in New York,” Derek says easily, and Stiles—Stiles doesn’t know how to process that. Because he’s seventeen and has eyes and an unfortunately vivid imagination, and if he lets it go there he’s not going to get any use out of any body part except his dick for several hours.

Cravings, Pack and Angry Sex by Jumping_Jess - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,953, sterek)

It's a Pavlov response okay?! Pregnant Stiles + Angry Stiles = Horny Derek

Little Red Prince by SterlingAg - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 48,974, sterek)

Running from a group of bandits, Stiles finds himself injured and on the land of none other than the Shifter Derek Hale. But what is a Shifter? Is this Derek a friend or foe? What about the secret Stiles himself is keeping? What will become of the odd pair in this tale set in a fantasy world?

Basketball Shorts and Highlighters by sffan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,720, sterek)

The UST between Derek and Stiles finally reaches a tipping point.

#derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #fanfiction #ficrec #fanfic #kitcheniskingficrecs

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ad1thi · 5 months ago

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stevetony recs you won't see on other rec lists

I've (surprisingly) been reading a lot of stevetony lately, and have come across a couple of gems that i feel are vastly under-appreciated, and wanted to show them some love. Obviously, the title is a misnomer because maybe you have seen these on other rec lists, but it's clickbait okay !! Don't forget to leave kudos and comments, if you like what you've read !!

No Trait As Much As This : @kandisheek-art

Tony gets hit with truth serum. It's a terrible time for everyone.

the year you were mine : @areiton

The night that changes his life forever, Steve is on a date with another man. Or: Steve is a pricy escort and Tony buys him for a year. Neither of them are doing this for love.

Meant : @ardett

What Steve meant when he asked out Tony was very different than what Tony meant when he said yes.

One Last Second Chance : @/Muccamukk

Tony Stark, second newest engineer at Rhodes Labs International, is just trying to rebuild from the ruins of his failed company, vanished fortune, and struggles with alcoholism. His goals include keeping his head down, avoiding stress and convincing Dr. Rhodes to let him build a really cool robot, so why does the universe keep throwing Avengers in his path?

Not just a river in Egypt (Tony is most certainly not in denial) : @lilgideon

"You are most definitely not in love with me, Cap, what you are experiencing is called cabin pressure," Tony explains, because he has a rational train of thought and he's met enough shrinks to have figured out their tactics by now. "And possibly, you know, sexual frustration, because it doesn't matter at all that you're, like, America's national icon, Fury still won't let you out. I know that, I see that, I acknowledge your pain, I feel with you, Cap, believe me, I do. And I get it, because I am a very good-looking fellow and we spend a lot of time together, stuck in this tower, and it's easy to--" "I am," Steve cuts off, equal parts amused and frustrated and concerned. "In love. With you. Tony, I'm in love with you."

then sirens, then bells (the broadcast remix) : @isozyme

“I tire of this,” Amora says, and with a casual gesture the entire team is pinned in place, frozen in mid-air. Steve has the unsettling, half-familiar feeling of someone rifling through his head like it’s a card catalogue. A mind-reader as well as a witch, then. A female voice whispers into his mind’s ear. It’s very tragic in here, dearheart, but I think your armored friend is, somehow, more psychically toxic than even you. What’s wrong with Tony? Steve thinks, but the presence is gone, leaving his memories of war stirred up like flying insects rising off a lake in at dawn.

The Enchantress opens Tony's mind to anyone and everyone near him. Steve knows he should let Tony keep his secrets, but he's not noble enough to stay away

The Twice-Told Tale : @arysteia

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

i'm going too far (just to have you near) : @/zaynerpaner

“Rhodey, why did you leave me here?” Tony demands. The voice on the other line doesn't sound exactly like Rhodey’s – in fact, it sounds like he’d woken somebody up, which couldn’t be right since Rhodey had been here with him earlier. “Who is this?” the voice speaks again, and – it’s too deep. Rhodey’s voice isn’t that deep. “Rhodey? It’s Tony, m’phone’s dead and I need you to pick me up,” he tries again, frowning as he leans against the bar. “Uh, I think you have the wrong number.” OR the one where Tony drunk calls the wrong number looking for a ride home from the bar, and Steve comes to pick him up.

Living In The Future : @/Closer

Eighteen-year-old Tony Stark is the boy genius who woke Captain America, and now he's stuck with him. That's not a bad thing, but between Steve's wide-eyed wonder at the new world and Tony's little fanboy crush, the awkwardness just keeps happening.

if we ever meet again : @/anonymous

"It’s been two months," Steve says, voice low. "Rhodey- Colonel. It’s been two months.”

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers / tony stark #steve x tony #steve / tony #stony #underrated stevetony fics

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kiwiana-writes · 24 days ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

A big ol' fuck you to @rmd-writes for the tag xoxo

1. How many works do you have an AO3? Lol. Lmao even. 289.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 914,620 on AO3, but that includes co-writes as well as things I've podficced where the fic and pod are in the same work. My actual personally-written wordcount, per my Batshit Spreadsheet, is 771,819.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly RWRB these days, though most of my back catalogue is Schitt's Creek. Also The Pairing and various other things scattered about.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kinda think that I might be his type aka Alex and Bea fake date coming in at the top spot, which will never not bewilder me. Don't get me wrong, it's a lovely fic!! But I am always surprised that it was a few hundred more kudos than:

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest), the Much Ado actors AU. My magnum opus, my beloved.

We were supposed to find this - baby's first soulmate AU and my first RWRB fic. The brainrot really took hold with this one lmao.

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers, in which Henry takes 'open mouth insert foot' to a whole new level.

Warm like the glow that you feel head to toe, the age gap fic with older Senator Alex and younger Prince Henry. This is probably the only one in my top five that really surprises me, considering age gaps are... divisive.

5. Do you respond to comments? Always always always.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I mean I did write that one MCD fic in Schitt's Creek, though I maintain the other five parts in that 5+1 are in fact angstier than the MCD ending.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uhhhhhhh, the rest? The Doylist answer is any of my fics where the HEA is literally forever rather than 'till death do us part'; so, the Schitt's Creek afterlife AU and the RWRB zombie!Alex AU. (Is that all? Am I forgetting one?)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Yeah, sometimes. Weirdly, more through tumblr anons than on the fics themselves? A lot of them I just delete, sometimes I'll give them a bit of a public scolding etc. Frankly at this point if you come into my ask box to be a cunt on anon I'm going to assume you have a public humiliation kink and will indulge you accordingly.

9. Do you write smut? Who's to say.

10. Do you write crossovers? I'm more inclined towards a fusion than a crossover (love a good media fusion) but I did write a short RWRB/The Pairing crossover for VoiceTeam.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope. Someone did ask recently, so we'll see!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? HEAPS. @ships-to-sail is an ongoing collaborator, but I also did a bunch of "each write a chapter" type collabs in Schitt's Creek. Currently co-writing something truly fucking incredible with @indestructibleheart.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? IDK if it's a WIP by the strictest definition, but every day the likelihood of the SC kink!verse series being completed slips further away lol.

16. What are your writing strengths? Rae, you're the worst.

Smut, I guess? Giving people new kinks, apparently. Character voice. Also a very specific type of world-building where I explain nothing because the characters already live in that world and let y'all infer how it works, which came up a LOT on one of this year's Kinktober fics in particular and led to my spouse saying "okay so you're basically the Brennan Lee Mulligan of tree fucking", which is sure not a sentence I expected to ever be directed towards me, but here we are.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Anything original, apparently. Good thing I didn't quit my job to be a writer or anything OH WAIT.

(In all seriousness, though, I am genuinely shit at, like, plotting. And action sequences.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If it makes sense for the character, sure! I'm enlisting someone who speaks it for anything more complicated than, like, a pet name - I've seen what Google Translate tries to spit out for my second language and therefore don't trust it lmao.

19. First fandom you wrote for? terf queen mcgee's property.

20. Favourite fics you've written? The RWRB fic specifically based on the episode The Husbands of River Song from Doctor Who. Hands down the best thing I've ever written.

I also fucking LOVED the Much Ado actor AU. My love letter to Shakespeare and theatre and queer joy.

Tagging @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517 @cricketnationrise @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @notspecialbabe @orchidscript

@piratefalls @sherryvalli @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play!

#20 questions for fic writers #kiwiana-writes

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f1crecs · 8 months ago

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Fic Rec List - Fics with 500 Kudos or Less!

we wanted to post this as a thank you for 500 followers and to highlight some of the fics we think are underrated!

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like we're the last people on earth by @pessimisticidealist | Lando/George | T | 17.6K

Lando joins Mercedes alongside George Russell for the 2026 season. George expects it to go poorly, incredibly so. And he's correct. The characterizations in this one are clear and feel very real, the tangled emotions and the potential catastrophes falling slowly into something terrible and wonderful and complex. Alex's involvement in the whole ordeal turns it into a wonderful exploration of the 2019 rookies.

Lewis was right, ultimately, George thinks; his only consolation is that it isn’t Alex who he’s going to destroy, who’s going to destroy him. Maybe Lando is a little more oblivious, but — no, no, he knows they will consume each other and themselves, if not this year then next, if not the next then not long after. Nico still floats around the paddock on race weekends like a lost moon, still interviews Lewis with longing heavy in his voice. Lewis speaks to him like he would any other reporter. George doesn’t want to do that to Lando, either. He doesn’t want Lando to do that to him. “Thrilled, of course, Lando’s a good mate,” he tells the press, with vacant eyes and a fixed smile. “No one deserves the Merc drive more than him.”

plant new seeds in the melody by @lellabella | Lando/Oscar | T | 20k

In this magical realism AU, Lando and Oscar are both still McLaren drivers, with one small twist: they both have powers. The worldbuilding in this fic was exceptional: vivid and so well developed, I could picture it all unfolding before my eyes. Both Lando and Oscar's powers fit them so well, and I love how the author carefully built the development of their relationship around them becoming more comfortable with each other's abilities. Despite all powers, though, they are still so very Lando and Oscar at the core of this fic, and I loved the characterisation and writing so much.

But now that Lando is the senior driver, he's supposed to be the one who handles his feelings with maturity, not hopelessly crushing on a younger rookie. This isn't ogling handsome Carlos from afar; he wants to wrap Oscar in a blanket and make him hot chocolate and know that he's okay. He wants to see Oscar smile not just because it's pretty but because he genuinely cares about his happiness. That part is new.

nsfw: live in five by @danifesting | Daniel/Max | E | 25k

Daniel discovers Max's Twitch stream and quickly becomes obsessed with them. This fic explores Max and Daniel getting to know each other and learn each other. I really liked the Max characterisation in this. Very direct but also very open to learn. One of my favourite parts is the mod group chat and how it serves as extra information for the reader, set's the tone nicely and helps you understand the overal context of Max and Daniel.

“I should probably explain my different set-up. This is not permanent. I will be back to my normal room at home in two weeks but for now, I am visiting my boyfriend.” electricsld: oh! a boyfriend! andpussycats: say more max dr3rd: yeah maxy, say more “Well, he is very sweet and he does not mind that I need to stream while I visit him. We live in different places, so we, of course, do not get to see each other very often, but it has been very nice to visit.” dr3rd: is he handsome? Max wants to roll their eyes at Daniel fishing for compliments but they contain themself. “Yes, very handsome. So handsome I cannot believe he picked me.”

I Know Your Name (But Not Who You Are) by @wanderingblindly | Charles/Max | T | 7.7k

Charles isn't in Monaco anymore, instead, now he's in Arizona. He's suffered loss at the hands of racing. Max turns up unexpectedly. Great fic if you want to cry and sob and scream into your pillow at 2 am! Amazing writing that just makes you want to lie in bed and contemplate life :) this is such an underrated fic!

There’s not another soul in the desert, just the brief rustle of an autumnal breeze ghosting along the loose earth. But behind Charles’s eyelids, in the space between him and the world above, it’s them. It hasn’t been them in a long time, he hasn’t let himself think of it. He isn’t running from anything, fluttering from city to city, crossing oceans he never touched as a boy. He’s searching, maybe, for a place where the wind can blow it all away. The sun feels warm as he raises his arm, fingers outstretched as he tries to hold that boundless blue in his palm.

nsfw: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by @kaytheologiearchive | Nico/Sebastian | E | 23k

It's 2022, Sebastian is driving for Aston Martin when their new team principal is announced – Nico Rosberg. The author said it best herself – this fic is all about "the absolute fantasy of being the villains favourite girl". And Nico makes a lovely villain, snarky and a bit pretentious but with the ability to back up his words and make his promises reality. I especially love Seb's character arc, starting with 2022!Seb, reluctantly forced to accept that his world champion days are over, to then finding his spark again under Nicos guidance and returning back to his charming, selfish, index-finger-in-the-air ways. Really they are both absolute assholes in this but thats what makes them perfect for each other.

“I’m here for the same reason you are,” he says, megawatt smile back on his face. “To win you a title.”Seb sits back in his seat, grinning bitterly. “Don’t let Stroll hear you say that. The only reason he bought this team is to try to get a title for his son. I’m just here to play mentor until they build us a car one of us can win with, and then he’ll turn me loose.” He doesn’t add, just like Ferrari did. He doesn’t have to.Nico scoffs. Seb’s met so few people who actually scoff in real life. “Lance Stroll,” he says, disdain dripping around every consonant, “is never winning a title. You still could, though, and you know it. You’d have retired if you didn’t think so.” Seb opens his mouth, prepared to contradict him, and Nico silences him with a wave of his hand. “Don’t give me your go-to line about the love of the sport. You’ve only ever been here for one reason. The media might forget, you might even want them to forget, but I know what you’re really like.”“And what’s that?” Seb asks. Against his better instincts, and even though he knows Nico can’t have a single good motive for being here, he’s intrigued by whatever Nico’s about to say. Nico’s always been an enigma to him, Nico’s opinion of him doubly so.“You’re ruthless,” Nico says, almost in a whisper. “You’re brutal, and ambitious, and you’ll do whatever you have to to take everything you want.”

Rabbit, Rabbit (it takes a village) by @481boxboxbaby | Lando/Oscar | M | 25k

Oscar wakes up to find four baby bunnies in his shower. In the world of this story, that's as good as peeing on a stick. This boy is knocked up, and there are six possible baby daddies. This is a sweet, funny and heartfelt fic that takes a cracky idea (magic bunnies means you're pregnant) and treats it seriously. Oscar is definitely a bit of a pillow princess and good time guy - that's why he has bunnies - and the fic follows his journey of self discovery, growing as a person along the way and learning that knowing himself is far more important than knowing who the daddy is. The guy who steps up, and who Oscar chooses in the end, is maybe a little unexpected but it absolutely worked for me.

“Oh,” Oscar blushes a fierce shade of red. “We’re not a throuple. They’re just friends. I mean, maybe one of them is the other father but - um - that’s sort of the thing.” The midwife raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side, waiting for him to go on. Oscar instead looks at Liam and Logan, desperate for one of them to bail him out. “You see, there’s a roster,” Logan says, his expression awfully serious like he’s trying to be as tactful as possible, even if he did just start off by outing Oscar as a hoe.

THREE SCENES IN A CITY by @loveisworry | Alex/Charles | T | 6.8k

Charles and Alex and a party. This is the kind of fic that you read, and then you remember for the rest of your life. This is a truly stunning urban fantasy, very immersive and atmospheric.

'Charles, the city’s chosen son, knows these streets better than the backs of his hands, which are often smeared with ink. There’s a scar where his left thumb joins the meat of his hand that he always forgets about. He’s had it since he was a child, and doesn’t remember it’s there because he doesn’t remember how he got it. Without a story to hang onto it disappears'

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