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about the drawings that made fun of the tropes, will you do more designs or were they just a sketch? (i dont know english, sorry)
I think they were just for fun, but I might play with the idea more in the future. Anybody is free to do whatever with the concept!
#also! no need to apologize about your english. i'm a native speaker and struggle sometimes lol.#at present i'm without power; so drawings won't be here for a while. folks here are saying friday at the earliest it'll be back.#which is frustrating but i'll live. something something accept the things i cannot change.#when power gets back (hopefully soon!đ¤) my priorities will probably be catching up on homework and then a personal project.#so this blog might be slow for a while. apologies!#sorry for rambling in the tags of your ask ^^;
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I do have personal headcanon's for BLU team / how it differs / how it connects to MVM and might talk ab or add some to roster in future,,,,, still testing things out here
#[ ooc ] âââ general.#[ bc mention ab red team preference fdsjlksd#[ thinks ab blu medic n soldier........#[ mostly soldier out of the b.lu team bc i was hyperfixating on the old WAR comic/update but might add b.lu varient for med man sometim#[ other tf/2 characters sides i'd consider adding would b demo.... saxton would also be hilarious--- sdfklsd#[ l.4d/2 is rat holding most of my braincells out of the valve games but t.f2.... beloved always#[ apologies again though for kind of making this blog and then yeeting dfslkjsd started playing r/dr2 at the same time and that's been#[ what i've been doing side's irl things fdsjlkds#[ it's been a while since i've tried to find new mutuals/longer while since i've done crossovers so we be taking it slow.... as a treat#[ i think everyone should read the l.4d and t.f2 comics though <3
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Yoni animal observations
I did something similar with nakshatras. This is them in a very simple way. This is based on traditional associations as well as my own observations of real life and art. đ The word "yoni", as well as meaning the female reproductive organ, also means "origin". Yoni animal represents the instinct of the nakshatra and ultimately, reveals its true core nature.
Also, disclaimer: it's very sad that I have to say this, and apologies if you're not one of those people, but if you're going to correct anything in this post by writing one or more long paragraphs of why you think I'm wrong, you might as well just start your own blog or make your own post about the subject. I've been observing yoni animals for years and I'm kind of sorry if any of this offends you, but I'm not trying to attack anyone personally, or even a specific placement (nakshatras in this case), cause that's just dumb. Of course, everyone is free to express their opinions but please do it politely and have some respect for the person who took their time to gain and share knowledge. It's very easy to correct others, it's very hard to be faultless yourself. So, factual corrections are always welcome(say someone got someone's chart placement wrong, or they have written a factually incorrect association, like if they were to write that Jyeshta is fierce as opposed to sharp/cruel in nature.), but, once again, everyone's view is different and so either respect mine or don't write anything at all.
With that being said, you can now enjoy this postđ
Horse yonis
Ashwini and Shatabhisha
Keywords: activity, simplicity, masculinity(solar/yang), independence, healing.
Straightforward people. They might tend to have black and white thinking, can be very blunt with their delivery and definitely prone to "deafness": not hearing others' views. Simple and utilitarian, goal-oriented. Their presence might not be really noticed until the moment they suddenly speak up about or act on something. Love to point stuff out. Either quiet or very precise while speaking. Not aggressive but can be combative. Most likely will oppose someone before making peace. Independence>sharing. Don't like anything "unnecessary", love to get to the point.
Elephant yonis
Bharani and Revati
Keywords: slow, authority, time, timelessness, strength, transitions, protection, completion, gentleness, complexity, depth.
Not revealing their innermost selves, only revealing it to a select group of people, if to anyone. They attach meaning to things based on their experiences. Protective and gentle with each other, closed off to most of the others. Very private. Not really concerned with trends. Observant but not quick to act. Can have many sides to them that some others might fail to understand. Have an air of wisdom, but not that of arrogance. Still, they are the most likely to knowingly take the high road but still protect their peace, making them very exclusive, although it's never for show. Defensive but quietly so. Accomodating to some degree on the outside, there's always more to them than what's obvious. See the bigger picture in every situation. They have a certain quiet strength and power. Nurture is important to them. Do not appreciate unnecessary aggression and try to dominate over anything they consider harsh/crude.
Sheep yonis
Krittika and Pushya
Keywords: precision, structure, minimalism, choosiness, contained.
Do not like excess in anything. They have a sense of balance, usually in almost everything. Prioritize sctructure and basics/essentials. Like clarity and clear-cut lines in their lives and around them. Can be snappy, but in a passive-aggressive way. Not harsh in a heavy/overwhelming way but still harsh about details. Have a soft demeanor with strangers and acquaintances, sometimes even people close to them in everyday life but can judge them quietly. Neutral to friendly on the outside, but if they have uncomfortable emotions they try hard to release them quietly/without much fuss. Might bottle up resentment in result. Very utilitarian and practical.
Snake yonis
Rohini and Mrigashira
Keywords: enjoyment, ease, materialism, basic awareness, growth, progress, sensory indulgence, instincts.
Very placid and calm. They focus mainly on material things but can live without luxuries, and can also share them, although privacy is very important to them. Very aware of their surroundings and their own presence. Attuned to their senses. Can get easily attached to people and things. Can exhibit selfish tendencies(or that's how it looks to others) when they feel like their desires are ignored, but Rohini and Mrigashira each do it differently.
Dog yonis
Ardra and Mula
Keywords: upheaval, critical point, rebelling, release, change, anchoring.
Tense but not frail. Might look tortured sometimes. Do not like to and probably even cannot focus on details, at least not how it's traditionally done(different to each situation). Like to display their individuality in one way or another. Dark humor or sassy comebacks. Either quiet or very loud, but either way, opinionated. If they're neutral then they're opinionated about being neutral. Can be kind of nihilistic but at peace with it. Contrarian and unapologetic. If they don't care about something you can't make them care. If they do care, they care intensely.
Cat yonis
Punarvasu and Ashlesha
Keywords: accumulation, buildup, purity, safety, protection, preservation, cycles.
Concerned with what influences them, not so much what they put out. Self-focused but also highly aware of others' needs. Can adapt to surroundings and can change their behavior based on what they need or really want. Not unkind but laser-focused on the boundaries. Always keep their cards close to their chest, not out of malice but simply to preserve their safety. Look more unnaproachable than they really are, and know more than they share with most.
Rat yonis
Magha and Purva Phalguni
Keywords: dispersion, creativity, planting seeds, the self.
Can be egocentric. Prideful and nonchalant. Love to show off. Might be aware of surroundings to some degree but even if they are, they rarely care. Getting what they want is the priority, along with self-expression. Not very moralistic, don't care much about labels. Sometimes they can be too detached. Will almost never catch them crying in front of others, although they can be dramatic if they want and can, without a problem, attract their dwsired attention. Their happiness is more warm and generous than loud and euphoric. Might have a poker face, they rarely show strong emotions. The strongest emotion I've seen them express is that of defensiveness, and that's not even an emotion. When they get defensive it's almost always because something has touched their pride or triggered their ego. Focused on what they can do.
Cow yonis
Uttara Phalguni and Uttara Bhadrapada
Keywords: stability, the long-term results, natural, softness, power/influence, unity, calm.
Stubborn. That's the only defense they have, because otherwise they're very soft. Naturally honest. They have an effortlessness about them that feels easy to be around, and they are pleasant to be around but not accepting of everyone. They avoid people they don't like from early on and stick to the ones they consider better. Not hesitant to defend themselves or people close to them, but not quick to waste that energy on just anyone, and when they do become defensive they still maintain "the high ground". Backing their allies and fighting proudly is natural for them. Again, very stubborn, so they rarely, if ever, give up on something important. Although they're tough, they're not sharp or cruel. They are mostly in a state calmness and assuredness rather than anxious defensiveness. Very fixed and comfortable in their ways.
Buffalo yonis
Hasta and Swati
Keywords: materialism, gain, comfort, strength, feminine(yin), ease.
More attached to material things than other yonis. Individuality is defined through connections and surroundings. Love comfort and ease. Interdependence>independence. Can be curiously neutral and accomodating. Self-focused but not selfish. Often phlegmatic and slow. Genuinely caring but can be cunning. Not the most direct people. They will let others know their views but won't push them aggressively on others. Almost everything about them is filtered through that neutrality.
Tiger yonis
Chitra and Vishakha
Keywords: building, gradual, defensive, expression, buildup.
The most defensive. Can look sweet on the outside but are not all soft. Can range from extremely forgiving to extremely vengeful. Aggression comes out while speaking. Rarely, if ever, present in a state of calm melancholy. They moreso go from happy/fun to agitated. Focused on development/building, and always look for more than what's natural for them. Witty but emotionally so. If they're highly agitated, it's very hard for them to exercise restraint in the moment. Not that direct in general but unfiltered during critical moments. It's easy for them to put on a mask, whether out of neccessity or just for fun. Can be very judgemental. If they're not aware, it can make them act in a "mean" way when they feel not their best.
Rabbit/Deer yonis
Anuradha and Jyeshta
Keywords: society, organization, status quo, responsibility, transpersonal, maturing.
Very non-aggressive on the inside, despite how they might look. Naturally have endurance and a sense of responsibility. Can be judgemental but also understanding. Love to give advice. Competitive but respectful. Can become arrogant. Love everything "classic" but want to establish their own, new structures. Choosy and sometimes exclusive. More warm than they appear, and capable of more emotions than how it seems. Often traditionally intelligent. Have a very civilized behavior.
Vanar yonis
Purva Ashadha and Shravana
Keywords: flow, alliances, connections, support, creation and preservation.
Good at reading between the lines, anything too structured is harsh for them. Otherworldly aura/mannerisms. Most likely to posses what others might consider as "quirks". Value their own individuality and uniqueness. Seeks to be different from what they consider boring, normal or basic. Not very reactive. When they get defensive, they get quiet. Can romatisize sadness and melancholy. Capable of seeing both sides but are often willingly biased.
Mongoose yoni
Uttara Ashadha
Keywords: independence, solitude, practicality, victory.
Truly neutral and unbothered. Value honesty and integrity. Not attached to material things at all. Easy to be around but their regal nature might put some people ill at ease. Naturally take on leadership positions. Might feel lonely but won't trade solitude for tiring/uninteresting company. Value practicality and simplicity, and are practical themselves. Surprsingly warm and feeling in certain moments, but can also be uncaring towards others.
Lion yonis
Dhanishta and Purva Bhadrapada
Keywords: notoriety, flashiness, power, aggression, pride.
Very unfiltered and loudly so. Unashamed and bold, proud. That pride and confidence fuels their calmness, but they can lack patience. In everyday interactions they can look very unreactive but if something "triggers" them, they will not hesitate to be a little(or not so little) aggressive. Love to spread their influence. Might strongly dislike anything that looks subtle and quiet to them, as it arises distrust in them. Rarely, if ever, use/appreciate sarcasm. They prefer directness. Can slip into being a bully, or can become a proud voice for others.
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âPRINCE GOJO?!â
tags: fem!reader x prince! gojo satoru, childhood enemies to lovers (eventually), slow burn, bully!gojo, angst, royalty, lots of tension, smut-ish, kissing, gojos very cocky, there will be multiple parts to this! mdni.
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part 2!
the grand halls of the gojo estate echoed with the quiet elegance of centuries-old tradition. white and blue hues filled the castle, weaving through the curtains and tapestries. each door bore the rich blues of the family crest with gold accents.
this year, the gojos have invited your family to spend the season at the estateâa common occurrence given the close relationship between your families. however, this is the first time they have personally invited you. usually, your parents would spend the warm season at the gojo palace while you remained in your quarters, convincing them each year that you had more important activities to tend to. little did they know of your personal dislike for gojo satoru.
growing up, you and satoru never got along. he always belittled you and excluded you from activities. as you both reached your mid-teens, your bickering became more extreme. he would embarrass you during family dinners and important gatherings. initially, you thought he might have feelings for you until he and his friends humiliated you with a fake confession. just as he leaned in to kiss you, you found yourself pushed into the garden pool, their laughter echoing around you. that day hurt more than any argument you had ever had with him. you felt a sense of freedom when satoru and his family moved estates to a bigger palace, as if the old one wasnât big enough.
walking behind your parents, you are stopped by the guards who open the double doors to the drawing room. inside, you see satoruâs parents already engaged in conversation, which halts as the doors open. âyour majesties,â your parents say as you all bow slightly in respect.
âplease, no need for formality!â the queen, satoruâs mother, says, embracing you in a warm hug. her bright blue eyes catch your attention, her royal blue gown making the color pop, similar to satoruâs eyes.
soon, the king, satoruâs father, and your father are deep in their own conversation, while your mother and satoruâs mother catch up, leaving you alone in the gigantic room, observing and listening. you begin to wonder where satoru would beâ
âyouâve changed since i last saw you! adulthood suits you well,â satoruâs mother compliments your appearance, interrupting your thoughts. âthank you, your majesty,â you respond, quickly apologizing for the formality at her glare.
âsatoru will attend tomorrowâs gala,â she continues, and your ears perk up at his name. âheâs been studying abroad, and itâs perfect timing for his return!â the queen informs you. how did she know you were curious about his whereabouts?
as the conversation winds down, the king informs you all that your rooms are prepared, allowing you to get comfortable in your temporary home.
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as night falls and the estate quiets down, you busy yourself unpacking, trying to make your new room feel like your own.
just as youâre almost finished, the grand doors slam, followed by cheers and applause. did i miss the gala? you hurry out of your room, following the noise to the grand staircase. from the top, you see gojoâs parents, guards, and servants clappingâthere he is, his tall figure embracing his mother and father, basking in their affection.
quickly and quietly, you retreat, hoping to avoid any interaction with gojo. but on your way back to your room, you bump into your parents. âoh, there you are, darling. we were just looking for you to welcome satoru home!â your mother says, guiding you down the stairs despite your resistance. âi canâtâiâm not dressed in formal attire,â you protest, glancing down at your pajama gown. ânonsense, dear. wear my robe. you must greet him,â your mother insists, wrapping her silk golden robe around you as you descend the steps.
you curse yourself for leaving your room. this cannot be happening. âour little prince, weâve missed you!â your mother exclaims, nudging you towards satoru. he greets your parents warmly, but when his eyes land on you, his demeanor shifts. he ignores you at first, addressing your parents with practiced charm.
you stand there, awkward and tense, as the one person you despise charms your parents. suddenly, he grabs your hand, his touch both surprising and unwelcome. âitâs been a while, hasnât it, my lady,â he says with a disingenuous smile, softly kissing your hand. you stand there, slightly pouting, stunned by his audacity. then he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, âdid you want me to kiss that pout like before, hmm?â his tone is condescending, followed by a dark chuckle.
you gasp as embarrassment floods your senses, old humiliations resurfacing. you shove him away, and he stumbles back, drawing your motherâs attention. she starts to scold you, but he intervenes smoothly. âdonât worry, it was a playful shove, wasnât it, my lady?â his blue eyes lock onto yours, and you feel the weight of everyoneâs gaze. âiâm sorry, i donât feel well. goodnight,â you manage to say, rushing up the stairs and into your room, praying for the season to end quickly so you can escape his presence.
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as the morning light floods the room, youâre met with bright sun rays directly in your eyes, eliciting a groan of distress. the thought of last nightâs events churns your stomach in embarrassment. pushing aside the memories, you get dressed for breakfast to join the mothers calm breakfast outside.
approaching your mother and gojoâs mother, they turn their attention to you, their expressions lighting up with amusement and boosting your ego.
âhow beautiful! Itâs delightful to have breakfast with you two!â gojoâs mother remarks, her eyes shifting between you and behind your figure. two? your smile fades as you turn to see satoru standing behind youâego crushed. walking together to the dining table, you take your seats across from each other. how much worse can this morning get?
âwe were just discussing the gala happening tonight. this will be good upon arrival, âtoru,â his mother explains. tou notice his visible annoyance at the nickname. he doesnât like being called âtoruânoted. you sit in silence, quietly eating the food prepared by the hardworking chefs. just as youâre enjoying your meal, you hear an obnoxious squeal, âmy prince! youâre finally back!â all four of you turn towards the noise. a beautiful tanned skinned woman draped in a lilac gown, runs towards your table as her maid struggles to keep up.
you watch her movements, as she runs straight to satoru, tears filling her eyes. she jumps into his lap, smothering him with kisses. the entire scene makes you wish you had never attended. without any shame, they engage in a heated make-out session in front of everyone. satoru opens his eyes to see your visible shock as he smiles into the kiss, while still maintaining eye contact with you.
the queen coughs, breaking the moment. the unknown woman apologizes to the queen without looking, maintaining her gaze on satoru. âruru, I missed you so much! we should go up to your quarters soon,â she whispers, but unfortunately, you hear. âayana, thatâs enough. my mother was discussing the gala tonight,â satoru replies, disregarding her request as she pouts. so thatâs her name.
âhello, your majesty. I apologize for my behavior; I havenât seen satoru in so long!â ayana formally apologizes to the queen and everyone who had to witness that display. gojo adjusts her position, propping her up on his lap with her back against his chest. as gojoâs mother looks annoyed from the interruption, but she continues where she left off.
as breakfast continues, you try to focus on the discussion about the ball, but itâs impossible to ignore the tension radiating from across the table. satoruâs voice is low, murmuring something to ayana that makes her giggle. your curiosity piqued, you glance up- and nearly choke on your food.
satorus hand is shamelessly sliding up ayanaâs thigh, disappearing beneath her dress. her breath hitches, a soft gasp escaping her lips but her eyes are locked onto you. heâs doing this on purpose, you realize. the sick twist in your stomach intensifying. he continues fingering her under the table as sheâs holding back from releasing a loud moan, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your reaction.
your heart pounds in your chest as he continues his sinful acts publicly. you abrubtly push your chair back, catching the attention from everyone as you quickly excuse yourself, standing up on shaky legs. satorus eyes follow you, a triumphant gleam as ayana clings to him, her giggles haunting you as it echos in your ears.
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youâre getting ready for the long-awaited ball, adorned in a gown that perfectly complements your skin tone. as you make your way to the drawing room, you realize you're ready before anyone else, which allows you to kill time and explore the estate. eventually, you find yourself in the grand library, which is far larger than you anticipated. a beautiful fireplace is placed near a cluster of chairs, offering a cozy spot for reading. browsing the bookshelves, you find yourself drawn to scientific novels that capture your interest.
âlibraryâs not your usual scene, sweetheart. did you get lost on the way to the ballroom, or are you trying to impress me with your newfound scholarly interest?â
you quickly turn around at the voice. great. âtrying to impress you? I have better things to do than seek validation from someone like you,â you spit back. he steps closer to you, and you already hate the proximity between you two.
âfeisty, arenât we?â he continues to walk closer, both of you now toe-to-toe as you look up at him, his towering presence looming over you. âyouâre still the same girl I used to taunt,â he mocks with a fake pout, his voice dripping in condescension.
he closes the space between you, his warmth radiating off his body as you inhale his rich, masculine scent. âused to follow me around like a lost puppyâalways trailing around, desperate for my attention. how pathetic.â
your jaw clenches with frustration, but you refuse to show him how much his words affect you. âmaybe I did back then,â you retort, your tone laced with defiance. âbut that was long ago. I see you exactly for who you are, satoruâsomeone who gets off on belittling others.â
his laughter rings out, grating on your nerves. he leans in, your faces dangerously close, your lips almost touching. âam I now?â he smirks, a look you want to slap off his face. âbut deep down, you still crave my attention, donât you? admit it, darling.â
his eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, and youâre betraying yourself- slowly leaning in to kiss someone you so desperately hateâ
âruru! where are you? I hope youâre dressed!â
youâre the first to move back, breaking whatever spell he had you under. you look up at him in fear, while he looks at you with amusement. he has you wrapped around his finger, and you both know it. with a final smirk, he leaves to find ayana, leaving you alone in the library with so much to process.
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as you composed yourself and caught a breather, you exited the library and made your way to the ball room. the grand space was adorned with vintage antiques, paintings, a live orchestra, and all the opulence one would expect from a gojo event. the ballroom teemed with more people than you anticipated, their gowns and suits a beautiful contrast against the castle backdrop.
feeling nervous, you scanned the room, seeing your parents conversing with the king and queen. the refreshment bar catches your attention and make your way to the bar as you help yourself to a cool drink. suddenly, you felt a presence too close for comfort behind you. turning, you see ayana.
âyouâre ruruâs friend, right?â she said, eyeing you up and down.
âehh, I wouldnât really sayâ" you began, but she cut you off.
âwell, heâs told me so much about you! especially before he started his studies!â she informed you, causing your heart to skip a beat. he talks about me? âahh good things I hope,â you reply with an awkward chuckle at the end.
âgood? oh no, honey! he was always telling us how obnoxious you were, driven by your hopeless feelings for him,â she continued with a smirk.
oh.
âIâm very amazed at how you still came to see him despite your little feelings. after all, him and I are together,â she said, trying to flaunt her status. your mood shifted, and the desire to leave resurfaced. she rambled on, recounting embarrassing moments you wished were never brought up, as you zoned out of her relentless gossip. suddenly, your conversation was abruptly interrupted. finally.
âladies and gentlemen,â one of the guards loudly caught everyoneâs attention, silencing the room. âwelcome back your prince, gojo satoru.â
as corny as it could get, gojo walked in with full confidence, the center of attention as the room filled with cheers and clapped for his arrival. internally scoffing, you discreetly made your way to the doors leading to one of the gardens, exiting the ballroom to avoid his speech.
taking in the scenery of the fountain and lush greenery, the orchestra continued playing, indicating gojo had finished his welcome speech. ânot interested in what I have to say?â an annoying voice pierced through from your peripheral vision. you were so fed up with the past events that you just stared at him in annoyance.
âwhat troubles you, darling? do you seek my attention now?â his voice dripped with a sly undertone, causing your jaw to clench in frustration.
âIâll see you inside, prince gojo,â you replied through gritted teeth, your tone dripping with bitterness. with a curt nod, you turned away, walking back to the ballroom, leaving gojo stunned for the first timeânot by you leaving him alone, but by addressing him with such formality. it was always satoru.
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part 2!
#sparkle boarder from @xianyoon#gojo satoru#jujutsu gojo#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojou satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen#gojo angst#jujutsu kaisen angst#jjk smut#jjk x reader
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hihi >_< could i request chilchuck x reader, maybe with reader flirting with him constantly, and then getting flustered when he actually decides to flirt back?
âwhat a flirt!â
âŚft! chilchuck x gn! reader
âŚtags! fluff, suggestive comments, grimm trying so hard not to make the flirting sound cring, mention of chilchuck's wife
âŚwc! 698
âŚnotes! my stupid doodle of chil with an iron is at 4203 notes at the time of writing my fic blog reputation has been squandered by the shitpost⌠but i finally got motivation do actually WRITE who cheered!!!! hope you enjoy and apologies for the wait!!
âGosh, Chil, with those hands of yours you could easily please a partner!â
With his back turned away from you all you can hear from the picklock doing his job is a very deep inhale. You canât miss the way the tips of his ears glow red, even in the dim dungeon light. You know thereâs a âruleâ to not disturb the half-foot as he works but⌠goodness itâs just too tempting! Itâs not like thereâs any harm in it!
When Chilchuck finishes his task he stands up and glares at you pointedly. You return it with a bright smile. âThank you very much!â you chorus with the party oh, so politely. The rest have partially given up on convincing you to not say or do anything while Chlichuck is busy. He still gets the job done, at leastâŚ
Travels continue, and you find yourself trying to match a tall half-footâs pace. You have to slow down considerably but in your head all you can think about is how adorable Chilchuck might look if he tried to match your pace instead.
Right as you were about to drift off into fantasy, Chilchuck cleared his throat. âYou got somethinâ to say or is your head in the clouds again?â
You giggle. âNo, just thinking about how handsome you are.â Once more, you relish in how flustered Chilchuck gets, attempting to speed walk ahead of you and start up a chat with Laios instead.
Itâs so irritating. Chilchuck canât say or do anything without you making some kind of dumb comment! Heâs convinced even in a life or death situation youâd find some way to make him choke on his words and stumble. You probably would let it happen if it means you can get the jump on him and humiliate him once again!
Before Chilchuck knows it heâs gritting his teeth together, his seething not going unnoticed. Laios says quietly enough so you arenât quite able to pick out whatâs being said, âwhy not fight fire with fire?â
Itâs an alright suggestion, sure, but that means⌠having to flirt back with you. Chilchuck doesnât know what constitutes flirting really. His old flame used to say that he only ever honeyed her up when heâs a few drinks in. Is that really what it will take to get you off his ass?
His question would be answered just a few hours later. Combat isnât Chilchuckâs forte, so once again heâs hiding behind some rock somewhere, slightly elevated off the floor. That way he could avoid any collateral damage.
So he hoped at least. A swing of a tail from the creature, slamming on the rock floor, proves him otherwise. The ground collapses beneath Chilchuck and for a second he internally laments that heâs going to acquire another spot of brain damage.
But he doesnât. Instead, your arms easily catch underneath his knees and torso, holding him almost like a bride. Itâs you, and you look just so relieved, off guard.
Almost on instinct, Chilchuck lets the words slip.
âLooks like I fell for you.â
Itâs so awful. Itâs so pathetic. At least your pickâup lines were actually creative. He almost wishes youâd let him break a bone or two. Marcilleâs healing might actually hurt less.
What he doesnât expect at all is how your face deepens in colour and dusts across your face and cheeks, how your eyes widen and your jaw hangs open. In your hold, Chilchuck feels your arms shaking. Chilchuck only had to think for a second before realising that you seriously canât take what you dish out.
The smug, brash grin that makes its way onto his face could infuriate anyone else, but you just feel your knees buckle. âCâmon, be an angel and let me down, yeah? Canât have you dropping me, though I know my charm is irresistible.â
Funny how just a spot of encouragement can bring out this side of him. Even as you do as youâre told with a pat on the head and, âwhy, thank youâ being cooed at you, you know this isnât the end of this.
Chilchuck will make sure you never forget how his words make you feel.
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Bones Full of Words, ch 12
Javier PeĂąa x plus size reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
âHe pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.â â Gabriel GarcĂa MĂĄrquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Javier PeĂąa had no way of knowing for certain the American journalist he sometimes sees sniffing around the embassy for her stories is also getting information about the narcos from the same girls that he is. After Helena is brutalized by sicarios, it is that same journalist who comes to take her away and look after her -- giving Javi reason to pause and reconsider his opinion of the woman he had previously not considered as anything more than eye candy.
He has no idea that once she has walked fully into his life, he will be battling with himself over whether or not he should stop her from walking out it of again.
Rating: M for Mature but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 13k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: sex work, time period appropriate sexism, cursing, alcohol, food/eating, talk of weight or size, fatphobia, internalized fatphobia, self-esteem issues, canon typical violence* Fluff, sass, flirting, it's a whole chapter of domestic fucking bliss as displayed by two people very horny for each other. Summary: Booted back to the States after the DEA puts him on notice, Javi runs into an unexpected and familiar face at his cousin's wedding. Notes: Next week will be the epilogue for Javi and his writer, and then we will be on to the next soulmate story! Thank you so much to everyone who came along on this journey with us. It really has been so fantastic. 𧥠As always, I apologize for any errors I might have missed in proofreading.
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11
There is no sinking, sick feeling like you expected. Only the knowledge that rolling over to dig out and light up a cigarette before talking will be something you share, skin to skin and heart to heart, with your soulmate.
"Alright." When you turn back into his side again you take a drag of the cigarette before handing it over to him. "Where do you want to start?"
Javi takes the cigarette and inhales slowly, eyes slipping closed as the nicotine rush hits him on the first puff. They can claim all they want to about cocaine, itâs not got shit on a cigarette. He holds it for a second before blowing it out. âI meant what I said.â He wants that written in stone, right now. âItâs not a heat of the moment thing, I love you.â He repeats softly, eyes opening and focusing on you.
"I've been in love with you since before I left to come home." You tell him softly, accepting the cigarette when he passes it back and embracing the intimacy of sharing it. "It hit me when I was living with you, actually..."
âWhen you were kidnapped.â Javi admits, watching as you take a slow drag off the cigarette and savor it just like he did. âI fucking nearly rubbed my - your tattoo raw, checking to make sure it was there.â His hand reaches for your thigh since you are still propped up and he squeezes it. âI didnât think I needed to pile that onto you when you were so broken.â
"I needed to come home." That is an absolutely certainty. You needed to get away. To heal. And that never would have been possible if you had stayed in Colombia. "But I don't have the nightmares nearly as much anymore and I'm going a lot better. It'sâit too a long time. But yes." Passing the cigarette back again, you have the good manners to look a little sheepish. "That's why I was so shitty while Elisa was around. I was jealous."
âConnie chewed my ass when she found out you were my soulmate.â Javi promises you. âI didnât think that you cared at first. You were so adamant that our being soulmates was not an issue.â It had stung at the time, wounded his pride and hit at his ego. He had always expected his soulmate to swoon at his feet, or shit would be even easier than it was with most women. It was why he had bristled at the fact and inadvertently caused so much pain for both of you. He shrugs apologetically. âIâm an asshole.â
"I just don't think we were in the right place. Either of us." It's something that you've given a lot of thought over the years and you hope that that is abundantly obvious. "We were far too focused on our careers and couldn't see the forest for the trees. We didn't believe in balance." Sighing slightly, your eyes tick up again to find his and you bite your lip out of nerves. "I believe in balance now."
He chuckles quietly. âI donât know if I have a job.â He reminds you. âBut I know that I want you.â Itâs something that has been obvious since the moment he saw you talking to Lorraine. You had appeared back in his life and he wasnât going to waste a second chance. âWhat do you want?â
"You." This time you aren't hesitating. You aren't waiting and you aren't waffling. There is no path forward that doesn't include Javi now that he's back in your life. "Everything else is negotiable."
The cigarette is passed back to him and he flicks the ashes into the tray in the other side of the bed, twisting away from you for just a moment before he is facing you again. âWe are settled on that.â He agrees, smiling softly in relief. âNow we just have to figure out six million little details.â
"Only six million?" You smirk at him and settle back against his chest again. "Piece of cake. Wanna start with the basics?"
âWhich are?â He asks with a snort. âIâve always thought two kids, but if you want more, I guess we can decide on a number.â
"Two is good." That smirk curls your whole mouth, turning your expression into a grin. "I was thinking more like...where are we going to live?"
âWellâŚshit.â He chuckles and the hand that isnât stroking the little pooch of your stomach curls behind his head to prop it up. âThatâs a good one. You want me to move to Rhode Island?â He asks. âIâm not too fond of the snow, but Iâll do it.â
"I at least want you to come up and meet my family." You bargain, turning your head so you don't blow smoke from your last drag back in his face. "If you get up there and decide winter is more horrifying than you expected, we can pivot and I'll come down here."
âSummer is shit here.â He points out, wanting to be honest. âItâs a million fucking degrees. So hot you donât even want to fuck.â
"So it's either winter so cold you freeze when you try to fuck naked, or summer so hot you don't want to fuck at all." You snort in amusement. "Maybe we should move to the middle of California or something."
He curls his nose at that suggestion. âNo California.â He huffs. âThey are too fuckingâŚ.Californian.â He doesnât have a good reason to not like it, but he doesnât. âMurphy said Miami wasnât bad.â
"Hot and humid." Which sounds even better than hot on its own. "I don't know if there's a perfect solution, baby. We may just have to pick the one that has something we really love about it and deal with the bad parts that go with it."
âTexas is home for me and Rhode Island is home for you.â He muses. âSo we just say fuck it and move to someplace we want.â He looks at you seriously. âAre you done writing? Permanently?â
"I'm done with journalism." That doesn't necessarily mean you'll never write again, but it means you won't be trotted out to rehash the most traumatic week of your life every single time anyone wants to talk to you. "Working in a kitchen has been good for keeping me busy, but I don't know if I want to do it forever."
âWhy donât you transition to a different avenue?â He asks seriously. âYour articles are better researched, plotted and presented than most books Iâve read.â
"I used to really like writing short stories." Tilting your head slightly lets you rest against him completely as you sink down under the blanket with him again and you shrug a little in his arms. "I could give it a shot. I can write in between restaurant shifts. It'll be easy enough to get a line cook job whereever we choose."
âIf I donât have a job with the DEAâŚâ he sighs. âIâve been offered a deputy position but Iâm sure I could get on anywhere.â It doesnât help make a decision, but he rocks you closer to his body. âBut I should be able to support you if you wanted to do it full time.â
"Let's see if I can write anything good enough to actually sell." He's soft and warm and so comforting like this that you could just melt. "If you have a job offer here, let's stay here. There's plenty of restaurants in the area that I can work in for now, and your Pops is here."
âYou would want to move here?â Javiâs surprised but he hums as he thinks about it. âThereâs a little ranch down the road thatâs about to go on the market.â He considers. âOwner died and itâs going through probate.â
âDidnât we say once that Texans and New Englanders arenât so different?â All of those early conversations with him are burned into your memory. Years later and you havenât forgotten a single one of them. âIâm sure Iâll adjust in no time. Ranch, little house, whatever you think will work. You know this place far better than I do.â
âI think before we decide anything, I should probably visit your home, right?â He smirks slightly. âIt would only be fair.â He wants to see where you grew up, meet your mother. Things that he had never really contemplated ever having to do, but now he is glad that you arenât someone heâs known his entire life.
âItâs chilly but not snowy yet.â You promise him, smiling reflexively at the idea of bringing Javier home with you for a little bit. âFall is the best time to see New England.â
He thinks about that for a moment and then nods. âWhen would be a good time for me to come?â He doesnât ask if you want him to just come back with you, that might be too much.
âWellâŚâ A soft laugh escapes you and your cheeks burn. âIâm going back on Monday morning. You could always come with me?â
âYou would be okay with that?â His brow lifts in surprise. He had expected you to want to talk to your family first.
âIâll call my mom tomorrow and let her know, but I donât think sheâll mind.â You reach up to kiss him, reveling in the warmth of it. âShe knows about you. My brothersâŚI didnât want to talk about it much. But my mother knows.â
He winces slightly, knowing that by all rights, your mother should have a dismay opinion on him. âHow bad should I expect it?â He tone is joking, but only slightly.
âSheâll be skeptical for about an hour after I hang up the phone with her, but if Iâm happy then sheâs happy.â
âIf you want me to come with you on Monday, Iâll call the airline.â He promises, knowing that he owes you a lot more than just a potentially awkward first meeting with your mother. âWhat time is your flight?â
âEleven in the morning.â Your eyes tick up to his, concern lining the edges of joy. âThatâs not too soon? Too dramatic? We were literally just talking about where to live together and how many kids we want.â
âIâll be on that flight.â He promises, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. âJust gotta make sure D.C. knows how to get ahold of me.â
âIâll write down my phone number for you.â A promise, as silly as it is, that makes the thing seem all the more real. âIâve been living with my mom again. Itâs easier.â
âWould you rather I get a hotel room?â He asks. âI donât want to impose.â
âNo.â Shaking your head, you feel a little silly for it but youâre certain when you look back up at him. âI want to have you with me. Weâve wasted enough time apart.â
âYou are staying here tonight.â He agrees. âHopefully your brother wonât be worried about you. You left without saying anything.â
âI should probably call the hotel and leave a message,â you admit. âMichael is protective.â
Javi nods. âDo you want to go get your stuff?â He asks. âOr would you rather me stay at your hotel?â
âWe can go get my stuff in the morning.â Right now all you care about is snuggling into his side. âIâll call tonight but I just want to stay here with you.â
âYou looked beautiful.â He murmurs softly. âToday. Everyday really, but you looked really beautiful today.â
âNot every day.â The tendency to deflect compliments is long ingrained, but from him they make your cheeks burn.
âEvery day.â He repeats, not letting you even doubt that for a second. âYou donât see it? You have thisâŚsoftness. Even when you have to be strong. A grace and kindness that is bone deep.â
âSoftness has always been my issue,â you gripe, though you wave it away. âIâm just glad the diet is working. ButâŚitâs very sweet of you.â Fucking hell youâre bad at taking compliments. âI always admired your resolve, honestly. And attention to detail. Even when it frustrated me it was still impressive.â That grin returns to your lips full force. âThe broad shoulders and cut jaw line donât hurt either.â
Thereâs a few inches of skin on your side that Javi pinches gently in his hand as he frowns at you playfully. âI love this softness.â He growls, leaning in and biting the bottom of your lip.
âIâm glad.â You laugh softly, never doubting that he means it. Not after everything. âBecause two kids will mean plenty of softness.â
âThatâs if you want to do that.â Javi says seriously. âIf you donât, Iâll understand.â
âThree always felt like my mom was chasing us.â You hate it but you have to sit up again. Calling Michaelâs hotel before you sleep is nonnegotiable. âBut being an only child sounds lovely. Two is good.â
âCompromise, is that what it sounds like?â Javi snorts. âYou are the one that says how many kids you have.â
âCan I ask you something else?â It seems like the time, considering how honest and open youâre being with each other. And considering what youâve already talked about tonight.
âYou can ask me anything.â He promises, looking up at you. The cigarette is long since smoked, crushed out in the ashtray, but the intimacy and lingering closeness still hovers in the air.
âI just wondered.â It feels silly, but considering where you were today maybe it isnât. âIf you ever wanted to get married? Or if Lorraine spoiled that for you.â
He sighs softly, looking up at the ceiling while he thinks about what he wants to say. âI figured one day it would happen.â He admits. âI knew I should have been happy to marry her, back when I thought she was the one. But something never felt right and I twisted that into believing it wasnât for me, but I thought I would eventually find someone.â He looks back at you and licks his lips. âBut Iâd marry you.â He nods.
âIâm not talking about a wedding.â Clarification seems important in this moment, even when the gentle affection in his expression is so real. âA marriage is a life together. A wedding? Theyâre nice but I donât think theyâre necessary.â
âYou wouldnât want something like today?â He asks curiously. âFamily and friends?â
âNot if you wouldnât enjoy it.â That is what matters to you most. A wedding is a great party but only if the couple both enjoy it when it happens. Otherwise itâs just parading around for a day in clothes youâll only wear once. âI guess what I mean is that I never envisioned a big white wedding for myself so I wouldnât be disappointed not to have it. What I care about is having a partner to spend my life with.â
âI donât mind a wedding.â He has thought about that quite a bit, especially after one particularly vivid dream of you in a white dress. It had haunted him for weeks after having it and it was the closest he came to calling you after you left.
âThatâs the road to getting my mother to love you.â Itâs both the truth and a bit of teasing, and you donât mind that. Not really. Not when you know that these conversations â this compromise â is a big and new step for the two of you. The two of you. As a couple. âYou brought up kids first and youâre the one who wants a wedding. Youâll be her favorite son instantly.â
He snorts. âIâll make sure that I bring that up.â He jokes, even though he will follow your lead on interacting with your mom. âPop will love you. And he thinks itâs funny as hell that you are just as stubborn as me.â
âThe universe decided it would be cruel to give us anything less than a taste of our own medicine.â A taste that you deal with a gentle, loving kiss. âI should call the hotel. Before I forget or get distracted by my soulmate some more.â
âYou do that.â He smacks your ass when you start to get up and smirks when you whirl around and glare at him. âGot a phone on the dresser.â He points out. âDonât even have to get dressed.â
âHelpful.â You send that smirk right back at him and shake your head, then cross his room to make the call. To your surprise, your brother actually picks up when the front desk transfers you to the room.
âAre you okay? Where are you? Iâll pick you up.â Your brother rushes out, obviously worried when he came back to the room to find you not there. âWhy the hell did you leave without saying anything?â
âIâm so sorry.â Turning back to look at Javi, you cringe apologetically. âBut Iâm fine. I left with Javier.â The man himself is lying in bed watching you with hooded eyes and you bite your lip. âIâm gonna stay here tonight and come get my stuff from the hotel in the morning, okay?â
âJavier? The guy you were kissing on the dance floor?â His voice ticks up in surprise but heâs relieved that you are okay. You are a grown ass woman, but your time in Colombia and him coming so close to losing you had made him a little protective. âSome chick named Lorraine was going around telling people that he and you are soulmates.â
âWe are, Mickey.â The childhood nickname has been on the shelf for a lot of years, but your voice softens with affection â both for him and for Javi. âI had no idea, but your buddy Danny is his cousin.â
If you could see his face, you would laugh at him and call him a fish, mouth hanging open and eyes wide. âYouâ heâs your soulmate?â He asks, sure that he had misheard or you are yanking his chain. âAre you sure?â
"I'm sure." He must be in shock if he isn't teasing or needling you for details, but you can understand that. "Remember before the wedding, I told you he was from here? I wasn't specific. We're literally in his hometown."
âJesus Christ, I didnât put it together. I couldnât imagine when you said Javier you meant Javier.â He frowns, trying to remember what the guy looks like, âHe kind of looks like Burt Reynolds, right?â
You snort at the comparison but nod, not bothering to hide your giggles when you look right at Javier and agree. "Yeah, I guess he does kind of look like Burt Reynolds."
He rolls his eyes at you and flips you off, although there is a tiny edge of a smirk on his face. Burt Reynolds had done this pose on a bear skinned rug a few years ago, so Javi flips onto his side and cups his cock while he poses like Burt had while laying across the bed.
When you burst out laughing your brother grunts in confusion, and you have to dismiss it away quickly. "Nothing, nothing," you assure him through laughs. "Javi just flipped me off for the comparison." After a few seconds you calm down again, and shift the phone on your shoulder. "Listen, I'm...I'm gonna call Mom tomorrow. Javi's going to come home with us on Monday to meet her and see the old neighborhood."
âWow.â He sounds impressed but he agrees. âSure. I wonât say a word. I just came back to the hotel to change and check on you anyway. Be safe.â He tells you and then murmurs your name. âI love you.â He promises. âAnd Iâm happy you are spending time with your soulmate.â
"I love you too, Mickey. Go have fun with your friends and we'll see you around noon tomorrow so you can sleep off whatever bullshit you get into with your buddies tonight." A round of good nights punctuate the phone call before you hang up and slide back across the room, ready to climb back in bed with Javier. "Lorraine was talking about us after we left," you tell him, smirking. "Everybody in Texas already knows we're soulmates, apparently."
He hadnât expected anything less, but he shifts to sit up. âDoes that upset you?â He asks. âLorraine was probably trying to spin it, or claim some hand in us finding each other.â
"Baby, she can shout it from the rooftops and I'll just repeat it with pride." You climb onto the mattress and snuggle into his side happily. "I love you."
He softens, folding you against his side. His arm wraps around your back and hums happily. âI love you too, sweetheart.â He repeats back to you, feeling a long yearned for sense of peace as you lay with him.
******
"I know my mom is going to want to feed us as soon as we get back to the house but I swear I'm still full from breakfast." Groaning slightly as you get off the plane, you lean into Javi's side and sigh. Chucho had made you and the boys a big 'going away breakfast' before you left for the airport this morning and even though it was early, everything is bigger in Texas.
âI swear that Iâve never seen that man cook as much as he had for you.â Javi snorts as he shoulders the bag that you had wanted to bring on the plane. His own bag was checked along with your other bag. Guiding you towards the baggage claim.
"Dad used to do the same thing." Michael tells him, trailing just a pace or two behind. He pokes your shoulder and grins. "This one brings out the caretaking instinct in fathers."
âPop was thrilled to meet her. And itâs been a long time since there was a woman in the house.â He smiles as he takes your hand. âHe wanted to make a better impression than me.â
"I promised to take Polaroids while we're up here. He wants to see New England, too." Javier's father had taken to you immediately and without question, and you had relished the opportunity to warm up to your soulmate's father. "I think I'm going to put together a Rhode Island care package to bring to him when we go back to Texas."
âHe would love that.â He had enjoyed watching his father fuss over you and how you had responded to the fatherly presence. It had been a long time since Chucho had someone to fuss over and you both seemed to enjoy it. âThe man loves gifts, no matter how much he protests.â
âI am not above bribing my future father-in-law for his affection,â you half-joke, though just the sentence makes you feel warm and fuzzy.
âYou donât have to bribe him.â Javi promises. âHe might have already put you in his will and written me out.â He had laughed when he had seen how thrilled Chucho was with you, although it had choked him up when the older man had pointed out how like his mother you are.
"Makes sense." The grin on your face is unapologetic, and you keep close to Javi's side as Michael goes hunting up and down the conveyor belt to find his own suitcase. "My mother will love you that much, too. We're just trading parental affection."
He chuckles. âHe does know the luggage will come to us, right?â He asks, watching your brother in amusement.
âImpatience is a family trait,â you tell him, entirely unphased by Michaelâs unnecessary pursuit. Youâre used to it by now.
âIâm not even that bad.â Javi snorts and rolls his eyes. The past couple of days have included both interrogation by your brother and teasing. He hadnât had the heart to tell the Marine that heâs done more intense interrogations than he would ever dream of.
Leaning into his side again, you put one arm around Javiâs waist and kiss his cheek. âThe most patient thing anyone in our family has ever done was the years I waited to see you again.â
âThen I donât know if Iâm impressed or insulted now.â He teases, smirking when you pout at him and lean in to press his lips to yours.
âBe impressed.â You murmur, grinning against his lips when your brother clears his throat.
Javi glances over your shoulder, still kissing you and he smirks when he sees the way heâs shifting uncomfortably. Like itâs strange that you are kissing someone.
"Okay, I'm gonna go find Mom." He says finally, when he has shifted his feet enough times to catch Javier looking at him and knows he's being intentionally needled at.
Reluctantly pulling away from your soulmate, you snag your suitcase that has somehow appeared at your feet â Michael's searching probably â and thread your fingers through Javier's. "We'll all go, don't get your tighty-whities in a twist."
Javi spies his own bag and grabs it, throwing it over his shoulder. âWeâre all set.â He promises, shrugging slightly at your brother.
"She said she'd be at arrivals with the car. We should be able to find her easily." You might walk a little faster out of enthusiasm, but that's alright. Your mother was already talking about what she was going to cook to welcome Javier to the family before you hung up the phone with her yesterday.
Itâs amusing that you are almost outpacing him, picking up speed and he has to shuffle a little faster to keep up with you. âExcited?â
"Maybe." And you aren't apologetic for it in the least, inhaling the cool autumn air the second you walk out the door between the two men. It only takes a second of scanning the curb full of parked cars to spot your mother and you tug Javier in her direction immediately. "Mom!" She's parked almost all the way down, so you wave and hustle along with Javier and Michael laughing behind you.
Your mother looks like you, or â you look like her. Both of you falling into the hug like itâs been years rather than days since youâve last laid eyes on each other. âAre they always like this?â He asks Michael.
"Yeah." Your brother nods, shifting his bag to his other hand. "Since she got back, anyway."
Javi sighs softly, knowing that some of that is his fault and he tries to not let the pang of guilt bring down the mood in this first meeting.
There is whispering between you and your mother, but it only takes a few moments before you step back and your mother is walking out toward the two men like a woman on a mission. Without a single second of hesitation, she wraps Javier up in a welcoming hug and holds on tight. "I'm glad to finally meet you." She says close to his ear, because there is no other place for her to speak.
He is surprised by the warm greeting, but his own arms lock around her and he hugs her back. âItâs my pleasure.â He promises. âYou have one hell of a daughter.â
"Don't I know it." There is a smile on her face when she draws back, but her hands stay on Javier's shoulders and seriousness in her eyes. "Thank you for making sure she came home to me safely. From the bottom of my heart."
âI was going to at least give her that.â He hums. âEven if we werenât together then, she was important to me. Her safety was important, and her happiness.â
"Okay, guys..." Wiping away a bit of silent water from under your eyes, you basically flail your hands at your mother and soulmate to urge them to save this heartfelt moment for someplace more private. "Maybe we should go back to the house? Before I get all choked up over here."
Your mom agrees and pulls back and reaches for the handle of your bag, but Javier shakes his head. âIâve got it.â He insists.
"She said you were a gentleman." Your mother beams. "Come on, guys. Everybody pile in, I've got a lasagna in the oven and your Uncle Carmie dropped off wine last night."
He follows your lead and trails after you as you walk beside your mom, already chatting intensely and itâs interesting to see how open you are with her.
You pile into the backseat with Javier and let your brother sit up front, returning to that new habit youâve found of leaning into his side whenever you are next to your soulmate. âThe drive isnât long,â you promise him, bucking your seatbelt just before your mother pulls into traffic. âNothing is too far apart here.â
âThat doesnât bother me.â He has lived in cities and on the ranch where the earnest neighbor was three miles away. Both of them have their pros and cons and he is adaptable. If you wanted to live here, he would grumble when he shoveled snow but he would do it. Couldnât be much different from shoveling manure.
âThe old joke is that if you have to drive more than a half an hour in Rhode Island, thatâs a day trip and you have to pack a lunch,â your mother jokes from the front seat. âI imagine Texas is a different animal altogether.â
He snorts. âYou can drive all day and still not be out of the state.â He tells you. âIf you only drive half an hour, itâs just a quick trip to town.â
âExactly.â Your mother laughs, putting her attention back on the road. âWeâre the smallest state with the biggest attitude.â
âIâm learning that.â Javi hums, winking at you and then looking back out the window.
******
It really doesn't take long to get home again, and you give Javi the complete-if-brief tour of your house ending in your bedroom. It's a huge relief now that you've redecorated since high school. Javi did not need to see all your old heartthrob posters up on the walls.
âShe seemed to like me.â He sets your bag down and puts his own beside it, looking around your room. Honestly a little surprised that he has been put with you, he had expected to sleep in a guest room and have to sneak into your bed.
"That's because I was honest with her about the fact that I wouldn't have survived the kidnapping if you hadn't worked your ass off to find me." You take a second to dig out a sweater for an extra layer before tucking yourself into his side, but the warmth from him is better than the sweater you found anyway. "I figured we could tell her the rest together. But she knows you saved my life, Javi. Nothing could make her not like you after that."
"You would have survived." Javi is sure of that now. He might have been a hair's breath away from unravelling then, but now he is completely sure of the fact that you would have found some way to escape. "I know you would have. You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for."
"Who knows what would have happened." Exploring the possibilities was important in therapy, but the fact is that he did save you, and you will forever be grateful to him for that. "What matters is that we're both here now."
âWe are here.â He smirks. âIn your childhood bedroom.â He will definitely be making a few fantasies that heâs entertained since planning this trip come to life.
âThat doing something for you, hermoso?â The twist of his lips and raise of his eyebrow isnât just teasing anymore. You know that look now. Itâs a promise.
âHave you ever fucked in here?â He asks, voice dipping down lower, something heâs discovered makes you wet. His arms slide around your back and his groin presses firmly into you. âOr have you just fingered that pretty cunt in this bed?â
âFuck, Javiââ You have to swallow the rest of your groan so you donât get carried away, but your arms are up around his neck instantly and you all but purr in his arms. Squirming has the added benefit of rubbing your torso against him and you grin when his smirk flickers in arousal. âNo, I havenât fucked in here yet. You offering?â
ââCourse I am.â He snorts, making his cock twitch on purpose. âWe can unpack later.â
âDefiling my childhood innocence first thing?â The leering look in his eyes is tinged with sweet affection, though, which makes you grin. âI like it.â
He chuckles, tilting his head to press his lips to yours, enjoying that soft welcome that comes every time. You lean into him, want him just as badly as he wants you and itâs quickly becoming his new obsession.
Itâs not more than ten minutes from start to finish, but youâre panting and giggly, wrapped around him when he pulls you back into his arms after wrecking both of you with seemingly little effort. âThatâs how long it takes to unpack, right?â You snicker, stealing more kisses before you bother to get redressed.
âDidnât see you complaining.â He huffs, but heâs grinning back at you. âSometimes quickies are the best kind of fucking.â
âI would not complain.â One more kiss and you have to pull up your pants, otherwise youâll just drag him into that bed again. âIf I ever complain, take me to a doctor because Iâve been body-swapped.â
âThat would be a damned shame too.â He reaches out and slaps your ass playfully. âHappen to like this body, and the attitude thatâs in it. When sheâs not yelling at me.â He teases, winking at you with a smirk.
"I haven't yelled at you once in the last few days." You smirk, returning the ass smack with a sharp crack of your hand and that has both of you raising impressed eyebrows. "Screaming your name is different."
âYou can scream my name as loud as you need to, sweetheart.â Javi chuckles and waggles his eyebrows playfully. The past few days have been filled with lighthearted banter and teasing, making him feel younger than he has in years.
âLater.â Itâs a promise. Set in stone. And you toss him a wink before getting redressed. âWe should go back down, cariĂąo. I think I finally burned off enough of what your dad fed us for breakfast to be hungry for lunch.â
âThen letâs go get something to eat.â He agrees, holding out his hand for you to take. He likes touching you, loves it actually. Itâs reassuring and calming for him to touch you. Itâs like the part of him that he didnât know was aching while you were gone is now soothed and repaired when his fingers caress your skin.
âCan I ask you a serious question?â In the doorway of your old room, holding hands with your soulmate, you bite your lip out of nerves.
âYou can ask me anything.â The lightheartedness has morphed into something sober, but he doesnât waver, holding your gaze.
âIf you donât want to have the conversations with my family about marriage or kids or the big future things, itâs totally fine. Everything has happened really fast. So if you only want to tell them about moving to be together, thatâs okay with me.â Itâs not exactly a question, the way you phrased it, but the thought tumbles out without editing and you hold tight to his hand for certainty. Youâre not trying to wiggle out of anything, but rather saying that youâll take things at his pace.
âBaby,â Javi turns towards you and he caresses your face with his free hand, still holding tight to your other one. âIâll answer any question that they want to ask.â He promises. âMost of them are yours to answer anyway.â He reminds you. âYou decide when you want to get married, or be pregnant.â
"I just don't want you to feel rushed. Or pressured." You clarify, leaning into his chest to hug him tight.
âIâve had my entire life to wait for this moment.â He assures you. âIâm not feeling rushed, sweetheart. I think we need to be right here.â
"I love you." More than you thought you could. More than you ever expected to. So much that it feels like it's filling up your chest and you hope it never stops.
******
"There you two are." Your mother has the entire table filled with food when you come downstairs, exactly as you predicted, and you give Javi's hand a squeeze as if told say 'I told you so'.
"Sorry, I was showing Javi some old photos after we unpacked," you lie, neatly brushing away the extra time you were upstairs. And making a mental note to show him some high school photos later.
"Hmmmm." The sound that she makes is one of amused disbelief but she doesn't call you out directly. Instead, she motions towards the seats. "Come on, let's eat." She insists.
"So this is what it takes to get you to make lasagna, huh?" Instead of lingering on the question or her obvious disbelief, you trend straight toward teasing â as is your entire family's custom. "One of your kids has to bring home their soulmate to make it happen?"
âFigured it was as good a time as any.â She swats at you playfully and looks towards Javier. âDo you drink wine?â
"Uncle Carmie's homemade basement hooch is an acquired taste, Ma," you laugh, but reach to grab the bottle from the counter anyway before you sit down. "Try some of mine, babe. If you like it, then pour a glass for yourself."
âWe made bathtub hooch in high school.â Javi snorts, looking at the bottle and pouring himself some instead of trying yours like you suggested. If he doesnât like it, heâll just have the one glass.
"Brave man." Michael snorts, already digging into lunch and bypassing the salad bowl to serve himself a large slice of lasagna. "That shit will put hair on your chest."
"Language, Michael." Your mother warns. "We have a guest.â
Javi chuckles. âIâve said worse things.â He promises her. âNothing he says will surprise me.â
"I didn't raise my babies to be crass." She insists, luckily paying more attention to passing the plate of garlic bread than she is to your face and missing the doubtful expression to shoot Javi and your brother. "So, Javier, what an unexpected weekend!"
âIt has been surprising,â he admits, looking over at you with a small smile. âBut I donât think that itâs been unwelcome for either one of us.â
"Not at all." You can agree to that wholeheartedly. "It feels very...meant to be."
âI honestly donât know if I would have had the nerve to call her if she hadnât shown up at the wedding.â He tells your mother honestly.
"I think it's very sweet that you found each other again by accident." Once everyone is served, only then does your mother tuck in. The four of you have plenty of space at the big, round dinner table but it doesn't feel like you're far apart or that the table is crowded. It just feels comfortable. "The powers that be knew it was time to nudge you back together."
Javi looks down at the meal as been dished up, it looks delicious. âThank you.â He tells her. âIt looks amazing. Your daughter is also one hell of a chef so I know this will be great.â
âShe takes after her father.â Your mother beams at that. âI do my best, but sheâs got his talent.â
The praise is kind, but you shrug slightly and fork up a perfect bite before throwing Javi a grin. âChucho promised to teach me Southern cooking, so Iâm combining Dad powers.â
âDad has all of my momâs recipes.â Javi explains. âAlthough most of them havenât been used since she got sick.â
âIt can be hard to reopen those old memories. Food carries such nostalgia.â Your mother smiles gently, having known already from your stories about your soulmate that he had lost his mother years ago. âIâm sure she would be proud, just like my husband would be, to see her recipes handed down to the next generation.â
âShe would have loved your daughter.â Javi snorts, looking over at you with a fond smile. âAnd encouraged you to give me hell at every opportunity.â
"That she gets from me," your mother laughs, grinning as you and your brother just shake your heads and continue to eat.
"We figured out early on that Texas stubborn and New England stubborn are pretty similar," you tell her when you finish your bite. "Which is why we butted heads early on. I'm glad we got that phase out of the way early on."
âIâm sure that there will be plenty of head butting left.â Javi has no illusions that life together would be a walk in the park. Neither one of you are built that way.
"Of course." That is the more realistic way of approaching it, you're just feeling really good about the situation right now and it's making you feel rosy. "But at least we'll talk to each other when that happens now. Instead of stonewalling or just getting mad."
âThatâs right.â He nods and winks at you before looking back at your mother. âI know you have a lot of questions for me.â
âI might.â She laughs though, appreciating the acknowledgment, and then laughs again when you wave your hand to tell her to go ahead. âWell,â she sips her wine and considers the man at her table. Heâs older than you but not by too terribly much. Certainly handsome, but looks as though he has been through a lot. Like the edges of his smile are etched with concern that it might all be too fleeting. Poor dear. He needs a partner. âHave the two of you talked about how youâre going to manage this yet?â She asks, motioning between the two of you.
âTo be completely honestâŚ.â Javi glances back at you and then looks towards your mother again as he taps the table. âIâm not sure where I stand professionally.â He admits, knowing that it wouldnât help him get in your motherâs good graces, but itâs the truth. âI am waiting to hear from Washington.â
âBasically, Mom?â You set your fork down for a moment and offer Javi a reassuring smile. âWeâre talking about living together being the next step, but we wonât know where until Javi hears from work.â
âI see.â She wonders what he might have done, but she doesnât ask. âAnd hopefully there will be a guest bedroom wherever this might be for visitors?â
âOf course.â She isnât being immediately critical or insistent that you move near her, so youâre ready to agree to just about anything. âNo matter where we end up, there will be space for guests.â
âGood.â She will have to be satisfied with that. And hopefully with Javier being in trouble at his job, that will mean that he wonât go back to Colombia. Although, why would he? Escobar is dead.
âThereâs no way to do it easily,â you point out to your mother gently. âWith both of our families being so far apart.â
âI understand.â She might have broken down crying after the phone call, both in relief that you have been reunited with your soulmate and the fear of losing you again. She wonât tell you that. For too long you had tried to pretend Javier hadnât existed and that Colombia was a bad dream, now you look happy. Sheâs not doing to put a damper on that for anything in the world.
âItâs alright, Ma.â Michael jokes, trying to relieve the tension at the table. âYour boys are still homebodies.â
âYou never would leave if you wouldnât get thrown in the brig.â She huffs at her son, but she is happy for how much they love their home.
You glance over at Javi, squeezing his knee under the table in silent question, and smile again when he returns your query with a little nod. Just like upstairs, he reassures you that it's okay to tell. To share the things you've talked about. "If we end up anywhere without four seasons, we're going to have to come home for the holidays at least a few times," you tell your mother, unable to suppress any of the warmth and joy in your expression. "I know you won't let your grandkids go without at least a few white Christmases."
âBabies?â Her eyes widen dramatically and she lights up like a Christmas tree herself. âYouâre talking kids?â
There is the excitement you knew was lurking beneath the surface. You know it will be bittersweet for her to have you leave again, but good things are looming in the future. "Not right away," you caution her, but can't help grinning along with your mother. "But yes. We're talking about kids."
âYou will make such beautiful babies together.â She sighs happily, emotional and even having to wipe away a stray tear.
"You pressed the grandma button." Michael snorts and helps himself to a second piece of lasagna. "But that means I get to be the favorite uncle, right?" He eyes Javier and raises one eyebrow. "Do you have any brothers, Jav?"
âNo.â Itâs unusual but he shakes his head. âIâm an only child.â He admits with a sigh. âMy parents had a lot of loss early on in pregnancies. So after mama gave birth to me, they decided they were done. Pop didnât want to risk her health.â
âWhich makes perfect sense.â You squeeze his hand gently on top of the table, fingers tucked into fingers, as if that little gesture could possibly tell him that he is enough. That his family is just the right size as it is. âOur kids will already have two ridiculous uncles. That is plenty.â
âI never felt alone.â He tells you quietly. âToo many cousins for that.â He knows you will feel a little sad for him, but you shouldnât.
âI know, cariĂąo.â His childhood was different from yours, which doesnât make it better or worse in any way. It just makes it different. âAnd if you ever catch me implying that it was, just remind me that you have more cousins than I do.â
He smiles at you, understanding completely and reaches for his glass to take a sip of the wine.
âWill thereâŚâ Your mother clears her throat in that pointed way only parents can. âBe a wedding, before there are babies? Thatâs the old fashioned order, Iâm told.â
âUnless thereâs a change in plan.â He has to admire how blunt your mother is. âMy father would beat me black and blue if it was the other way.â
âGlad your father and I are on the same page.â She hums, smirking with something like victory.
He cuts his eyes over at you and gives you an amused look, very aware of the plans your mother is already making. âSo we were thinking of eloping.â He announces, just to see what she would say.
The unceremonious squawk that comes out of her mouth is pure shock, you know that, but the way her jaw hits the floor and her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates has you bursting out laughing and all but clinging to Javiâs arm to jerk from falling out of your chair.
âCalm down, Mom,â you wheeze through laughter. âHeâs fucking with you.â
Javi chuckles and shrugs. âShe bet me twenty dollars I wouldnât tell you that.â Michael thinks itâs the funniest thing heâs ever heard and slaps Javi on the shoulder.
âIâll buy you dinner.â You huff, rolling your eyes at him but glad that the boys are entertaining each other.
âYou cannot elope.â Your mother gasps and Javi wonders if she actually heard you say it was a joke or if she was too busy having an aneurism. âWe arenât.â He promises. âWe will do it right.â
âJavi wants to have a wedding.â Offering up that information seems so important now that you practically hand it to your mother on a platter. âWe wonât elope, we promise.â
âIâve had one failed trip to the altar.â He admits, being honest with your mother seems like a good thing to do. Especially since you and her are close. âMy ex-fiancĂŠe tricked me into thinking we were soulmates. I found out the night before the wedding.â He sighs. âIt put me off of the idea for a long time, but I want to marry your daughter.â
âIs thisâŚâ Your mother looks at you curiously.
âThe woman telling everyone about us now? Yeah.â You shrug to Javi. âI told her about meeting Lorraine on the phone.â
âSheâs been around for a long time.â Javi sighs. âSmall town life and all.â
âOh, I know all about that.â Your mother nods as if she suddenly understands the situation perfectly. âMy sister-in-law is the queen of small town gossip. Up here at least. They would probably be dangerous together.â
âI donât mind people knowing.â Javi shrugs again. âSo I didnât try to keep her from running her mouth.â
"No, it's definintely not a secret." Not anymore. Not this time around. Not when you've well and truly learned your lesson about keeping your mouth shut when you care about someone. You will never abstain from telling Javi you love him again. "I'd shout it from the rooftops here and in Texas."
Javi chuckles and smirks at you. âReally? From the rooftops?â
His challenge only makes you grin and you nod emphatically. âPick some rooftops if you donât believe me.â
âI believe you.â He promises. âBut I donât think itâs necessary. I know you love me. And Iâd do anything for you.â
âIâm glad we agree.â You murmur, leaning over at the table to kiss him softly. The smallest, gentlest show of affection that actually means so much. The fact that youâve learned to be gentle with each other is huge. It shows how far youâve come, and so quickly too.
******
âJavier, uh, thereâs a call for you.â The statement comes with a little bit of bewilderment, and Javi looks at you as he leans forward, unfolding his arm from where it was lying behind you on the couch. âOkay.â He stands up quickly, aware that two people have this number, his father and the secretary for the director of the DEA. Either way, a call for him has to be important.
Your mother has set down the telephone on the nearby kitchen counter in order to come into the living room where the television is on, and she sits down in her armchair on your other side when you don't get up to follow Javier into the kitchen immediately.
"Did it sound official?" You ask, wondering if Chucho is alright or if the calls he's been waiting for from Washington has finally come through.
âIt was a woman.â She frowns slightly and glances back towards the kitchen. âLike a secretary or something.â
"His hearing." Sinking slightly in your seat seems like a reasonable reaction, but a moment later you're pushing off the couch to stand. "If it were his dad, you would still be in there chatting long distance. A secretary means the call is from Washington."
Javi turns as you walk into the kitchen, still listening as he motions you forward. âWednesday at thirteen hundred.â He confirms, frowning slightly when he realizes that it will eat into his visit with your family. He will have to get the train to D.C. tomorrow to make sure heâs there on time. âYes. Thank you.â
He opens one arm to let you close when he hangs up the phone, and you immediately slip to his side. "Wednesday." You repeat the day and tuck yourself in tight beside him. "I'll call and get out train tickets if you want to go pack."
He sighs softly, resting his cheek against yours and feeling a little nervous. He knows that they should fire him, but he doesnât want to end his career with the DEA like this. âDo you want to come with me?â
"Of course I'm coming." There was never a doubt or question in your mind. "I'm not going to make you face this alone, baby. Especially not when you did it for me."
âEven if I am fired, I still have no regrets.â Javi promises, dropping a kiss on your lips gently.
"If you're fired then we'll go back to Texas with our heads held high, and you'll take that deputy job." You promise him, savoring that kiss and that promise like a lifeline. "I'm with you no matter what."
âNo matter what.â It might be surprising to him, something heâs still accepting and getting used to, but he takes comfort in it. No matter what, he will have you.
******
"How long do you think we'll have to wait for them to deliberate?" Waiting outside the hearing room to be called back in feels like waiting for a death sentence, but you sit with your hands under your thighs and try not to fidget in your most-presentable office dress while Javi paces up and down the hallway.
Sighing, he resists the urge to rub his hand through his hair and ruin it. Itâs already been hard enough to resist having a cigarette. Fuck, he needs one. âThe rest of my life.â He growls, glancing back at the door impatiently.
"At least we're on the same page." You agree, sighing outwardly and silently wishing for the same two things as him â an answer and a cigarette.
He glances back at you on his next pass down the hallway and sees you playing with your skirt. Walking over to the chair beside you and dropping down into it with a heavy huff. âWhatever happens, Iâm not going to apologize for what I did.â He reminds you. âKissing ass isnât my style.â
"I don't expect you to apologize." No, you know him better than that. And you know the bastards in the government better than that, too. "I just wish I could go in there and start throwing punches at the assholes who preside over all the bullshit bureaucracy while they make everybody else do the dirty work."
âFucking bastards.â He grunts, glancing back at the door again. âI should tell them to kiss my ass.â
"Aw, c'mon." You squeeze his hand, aiming a lurid grin at him to try to distract him for even a second. "That's my job."
He snorts and shakes his head. âYou havenât done it yet.â He points out, smirking slightly.
Glad that your strategy worked even for a second, you wink and blow him a kiss. "Tonight," you promise, glossing it in a sultry tone that makes both of you laugh.
The door to the room opens and Javiâs face immediately shifts into something serious. Whipping his head around to watch as a bureaucrat in a well-cut suit and a fresh haircut sticks his head out. âPeĂąa,â he calls. âWeâre ready for you.â
You squeeze his hand tightly before letting go so he can straighten, and silently curse the whole bullshit process one more time as he disappears behind the hearing room door. You aren't allowed in there despite having played a role in the whole thing, and so you're stuck outside listening at the door for at least a little bit longer.
Javi sees a panel of five in front of him and he knows that itâs not good. Heâs rubbed some the wrong way, especially since Messina is one of the five. He had ignored her orders more than once in the pursuit of Escobar.
It's a bureaucratic lecture as much as a hearing. A spanking laced with backhanded compliments. It's a clusterfuck of blame gaming and backpedaling. It's the kind of bullshit that would have had you snapping at someone if you were in here with him so he is belatedly glad that you have to wait outside.
Right up until those few magic words: "Agent PeĂąa, how much do you know about the Cali Cartel?"
******
An hour later, Javier opens the door, stepping back out onto the hall with a slightly stunned expression on his face.
"What happened?" He doesn't look upset, but you still shoot up out of your seat instantly.
He had been looking down at the file in his hand and when you say something, he looks up at you. Suddenly wondering if this might be too much for you. âIâ got a promotion.â He manages.
"What?" Your jaw drops and eyebrows shoot up to your hairline.
He rocks his jaw for a moment and steps over to you. Frowning slightly. âI shouldnât take it.â He murmurs quietly, hearing the door open behind him and the panel file out of the room, chattering to themselves.
"Do you want to take it?" It seems ludicrously obvious to you that he should take it, in fact, but Javi is not always a straightforward man.
âMore than anything, butâŚ.â He sighs softly and reaches up to cup your cheeks. âIâll walk away if you want me to.â
"Why the hell would I want you to do that?"
âI have been made station chief of BogotĂĄ, Colombia.â He reveals softly. âTasked with taking down the Gentlemen of Cali.â
"Shit." It feels for a second like you've been kicked in the chest by Chucho's work horse, but the swirling confusion around you settles to a sting in mere moments. "So...we're going back?"
He sees the panic that races across your face, the fear flashing in your eyes. He wants this. He wants to prove that he can do it, that he can complete his mission and take them down, but he wonât do it at your expense. âNot if you donât want to.â Itâs on the tip of his tongue to tell you to stay behind, but he knows you will reject that idea completely.
It takes a long second, but when you rest your hand on his wrist and feel the warmth of him flood you â the safety of him â you remember how to breathe. "I won't do anything stupid this time," you promise him without a hint of sarcasm or teasing. "If you say I need security, I need security. And I'm not taking any shitty jobs in dodgy parts of town."
âAre you sure?â He worries and it shows in his eyes, not caring that his superiors see him with you like this. They know the connection â now â and itâs already been determine that he would have secure housing for you and him. âSweetheart, I donât want you to make yourself go if you canât.â As badly as he wants this, he would never make you relive that time.
âI love you, too.â That is what heâs saying. Through the worry and the negotiation, heâs saying how much he cares, and that means the world to you. So you take a deep breath. âEscobar is dead. Whatever the new threat isâŚI know you can deal with it. And Iâd rather try and go with you than just hide in my fear forever. If itâs too much, Iâll come back to the States and weâll rack up a hell of a long distance bill.â
âOkay.â He watches you closely, looking for any hesitation. âWeâll be staying in a high security building.â
âIâm proud of you.â Itâs so important that he know that. That he understands this is a huge victory and that you donât let it be overshadowed by what happened years ago. âYouâve worked your ass off and you deserve the recognition.â
âWeâll see.â He snorts. âItâs more responsibility, and Iâll be more hands off.â That part will drive him crazy, not leading the investigation himself.
"You'll have office hours?" It sounds almost entirely foreign coming from a man you know used to burn the candle at every available end. "And I would be waiting for you at home...how very Donna Reed of us."
He chuckles. âWell you can always work on those family recipes and go get your hair done and have lunch.â He shrugs. âWhatever the wives do.â
"Maybe that's the first book. A family cookbook." You laugh slightly, in disbelief at how ordinary it sounds. "So when do we leave?"
Javi grimaces slight and bites his lip. âA week?â He asks. âThey wanted me to leave in two days but I told them I needed a week.â
"Okay." That gets a nod from you, and you grasp his hands tightly. "We'll get train tickets to go back to Rhode Island tonight and I'll pack up, then we'll fly back to Laredo so you can pack, too? See Chucho again for a few days and then we'll fly back to Colombia from Texas?"
âThat works for me if it works for you.â He hums, wondering if you are putting on a brave face or if you are just this strong.
"I'll look up Inez after we get settled." You decide, grateful for a moment to lean against him when he opens up one arm to let you into his orbit. He's worried. You know that. And you're worried too. But it took until the prospect of being apart from him again to realize that the bond between you is a hell of a lot stronger than your fear. "We'll make it work."
He almost asks if you will see about finding Vanessa and Freckles, but he doesnât. He canât ask that question, not right now. He nods. âIt would be good for you to have someone.â He murmurs.
âIâll do my best to make friends with the other wives,â you promise, but you know it might be futile. Youâre probably going to struggle with the traditional role expected of you, but youâll get the important things right. Being there to support him is the most important part. âThereâsâŚno chance Steve and Connie will be there with us, I guess?â
âThey are in Miami.â He tells you, shaking his head. âFamily is there and they have Olivia.â
âYeah.â It was a long shot and you knew that, so you just nod. âI didnât think so. Thatâs okay. They earned their rest. You still have some serious ass to kick.â A warm, soft, fierce smile curves up the corners of your mouth, etched with pride and determination. This may not be your fight from the outside, but you have some personal demons who need to get squashed in the process.
******
âSweetheart?â The man who would never pass up a chance to eye a beautiful woman barely looks at the young stewardess as she asks if thereâs anything else he needs after delivering his drink. Glancing over at you to make sure you havenât changed your mind about just wanting water. âAnything else?â
âNo, Iâm okay. Thank you.â At some point later you might ask for a snack but right now your water and the window seat are plenty enough.
âWeâre good.â He turns back towards the slightly miffed looking woman with a nod, but doesnât smile at her as he dismisses her.
You huff a laugh under your breath as she walks away and settle your hand over his knee in the tiny airplane seats. âYou bruised her ego. Poor thing wanted to flirt.â
âHuh?â His brow furrows in confusion and he frowns as he tries to understand what you are talking about. Until he catches the woman moving out of the corner of his eye and glances over. âOh. No.â He shakes his head. âThatâs not going to happen.â
âHow was she supposed to know that?â You ask with a small grin. Commitment is a very sexy look on him.
He glances back at you, aware that you are teasing him and he shifts in his seat. Heâs had time to think about a lot of things. Going back to Colombia is chance for him to prove himself, in more ways than one. âI â uh, I know that Iâve beenâ uh, a slut.â He grimaces slightly at the term, but itâs the truth. âBut even Lorraine would tell you that I neverâ when we were together â I didnât cheat.â
âJaviâŚâ His choice of term does makes you crack a grin, but you still face him in your seat and take this moment as seriously as he is in giving it to you. âTo be honest? It never even crossed my mind that you might. You were both a bit slutty before.â In Colombia, at least. You havenât been since meeting him. âAnd now weâre committed. Itâs a brave new world of monogamy for both of us.â
Itâs like he releases a breath he didnât know he was holding, the relief is nearly physical. He wouldnât blame you if he couldnât satisfy your needs, it would honestly be kind of a fitting punishment for everything heâs done, but when you say monogamy he knows you mean it. âYeah it is.â He nods.
âWe can do it.â Seeing the relief on his face is almost like seeing it on your own, and you laugh a little and lower your voice. âWe both have high sex drives. Iâll just come into the office so we can fuck on your lunch break.â
âToo bad you donât still have that skirt you wore the first day I met you.â Now that that larger than imagined weight is off his chest, he smirks at you. Still imagining how you would have looked back then bent over his desk.
"I can easily get a new pencil skirt." In fact, now that you've lost a bit of weight, it will be that much easier to find nice things. "Should be a piece of cake now."
He frowns again and reaches for your hand. âThe original was fucking sexy.â He promises. âI thought about bending you over my desk and didnât know your name.â
The reassurance is sweet, and welcome, but you lean over to press a chaste kiss to his lips and grin. "And now you actually get to do it."
âToo bad itâs a full flight.â He chuckles. âOtherwise I might haul you into the bathroom on this tin can.â
"Save it." You nudge your nose against his. "We have a new apartment to christen."
âAbout that.â Javi shrugs slightly. âStation chief has its perks.â He tells you. âWe are in penthouse accommodations. Views of the entire city.â
âVery fancy.â Heâs told you about a few perks so far, including the fact that theyâve apparently assigned him a driver that you know he wonât use. Javiâs preference is always to drive himself â even visiting your family you gave directions from the passenger seat. âNo jogging up three flights of stairs this time.â
âThank fucking god.â Javi groans, leaning back in his seat. âIâm getting too old for that shit.â
"Just wait until it's kids we're running after." You sit back with him, grin still spread across your face. "That's a hell of a lot more running, cariĂąo."
âFuck.â He hisses. âDo you think those little assholes will run across rooftops too?â
"Not until they're older." Your laugh turns full and amused, but you link your fingers through his and smile. "I have a feeling at least one of them will grow up to be a stubborn badass like their dad."
âFuck.â He closes his eyes and sighs. âIâve never told anyone thisâŚ.and Iâll deny I said shitâ but I donât like heights.â
"Well." Fingers squeezing his, you nudge his shoulder and grin. "Then I won't ask you to fuck me against the penthouse windows. Don't need you looking down and getting scared."
âOh no, fuck that.â His eyes shoot open and he glares at you. âThatâs happening.â He huffs. âI mean I donât like running across a roof when I have donât know if Iâm going to fall through the mother fucker and kill myself. Iâll definitely fuck you against the window.â
You smother a snort, knowing that that comment would get to him but glad to see the fire in his eyes regardless. "I'm looking forward to it."
He huffs at you, fully aware that you had baited him and he had fallen for it. Cutting his eyes as he takes a sip of his drink, he passes it to you automatically after he swallows.
"Don't be sour." He's ordered a whiskey from the stewardess and the sip you take burns pleasantly on its way down before you hand it back. "It's my only penthouse-related fantasy. I just wanted to make sure it sounded good to you, too."
âIâm not sour.â He promises after a moment. âDo you want to read the file too?â He has no intention of leaving you out of anything.
"Am I allowed to?" It hadn't occurred to you that it would be permitted, what with government red tape and all.
âYeah.â He nods as he reaches down and pulls the file out of his briefcase. âIâve already told them you will be read in.â He shrugs. âThey donât care since you are my soulmate.â
"I guess that saves us from having to worry about talking shop at home." Although you have to wonder if they would still be so blase if you were still employed as a journalist. Probably not. Which is fair.
âThey knew I was going to do it anyway.â He admits shamelessly. âNothing that could possibly put you in danger will be kept from you.â
"Who knows." You shrug. The flight is just beginning and you settle in for the few hours it will take to get to your layover in Mexico City. "Maybe I'll be able to help? I guess we'll find out."
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The keys rattle in the door before it swings open, revealing Javi. Carrying his suit jacket and another box of files, he shuffles into the house and closes the door behind him. Heâs later than he said he would be, and he feels guilty when he smells dinner, obviously waiting on him. Hopefully you got sick of waiting for him and went ahead and ate. âIâm home.â He calls out.
"I'm in the kitchen!" When you heard the door you had hopped up from the dinner table to throw dinner back into the oven and you stretch your aching muscles by reaching for two glasses and the whiskey bottle as he drags himself in looking haggard. "Hey baby."
âHey.â Heâs frustrated and tired, but he shoots you a half smile, aware that you will understand that. âSorry. I got caught up.â Itâs not an excuse, but at least you didnât have to call him to find out where he was â this time.
"I figured, so I put your portion of baked pasta in a separate baker. I just put it in the oven. C'mere and let me hug you." Your arms come around him once he puts the files down on the counter, holding him against you and letting the relatively simple act of holding him evolve naturally as it always does â into a deep kiss.
Javi leans into you, unable to articulate how much he has needed you and appreciated you being here this time. He has the physical connection he needs, the emotional one just as important and he can confide in you. Pour his worries out and he knows that you would never betray him. Being the station chief in charge of this ordeal has been far more difficult than he had even imagined and it seems like no one but him and his agents want the gentlemen of Cali behind bars.
"So you brought home some weekend reading?" You prompt, after he's melted into your arms and is limply hugging you back like he does on his hardest days.
âI honestly donât know if I can fucking do this.â He sighs, pulling back and looking at you with a weary expression. âWe are being stonewalled.â
"Of course you can do this." A little self-doubt is understandable, though, and you lead him over to the table to let him flop into a chair while you go back for the glasses and whiskey. "If this was going to be easy they could have had anyone sitting in your office just napping the day away. But they asked you. They asked the man that they knew could push through the hardest days and the pull the hardest punches." You set the glasses down beside him and pour both to join him. "We've been here almost a year, Jav. We're just barely cracking the surface. The whole thing getting hard as hell right before you find a crack in the case...it's annoying as fuck but it makes sense."
He snorts, even though you are right. âItâs almost annoying how good you are at this.â He grumbles, nodding his thanks for the drink and pulling you down into his lap.
"I'd like to think I've had a little practice by now," you admit, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Just like you've learned how to talk me down from my word count panics when I don't think I'm getting enough written to really count as a writer."
âYour book is going to be amazing.â When he needs a break from reports or the bullshit that comes with this case, heâs been reading your progressing first draft of your novel. Giving you his honest feedback and never complaining when you make him re-read a slightly changed chapter over and over again.
"I'm going to claw my way into the mystery genre with my bare hands." The two of you share a small laugh, another kiss, and a sip from the same glass before you lean your forehead against his gently. "Happy anniversary, by the way."
âAnniversary?â His brows furrow in confusion and his heart skips a beat with worry that heâs fucked up something bad.
"It's been four years since we met the first time." It isn't the anniversary of when you got together, or of when you first started living together, or any of the other things. But something small, and silly, and just for you. "It's not big, but it's worth marking."
âOh shit.â He relaxes slightly and his fingers caress your side gently. âYeah, itâs been four years.â In some ways, it seems like a lifetime ago, so much has changed.â That makes him think of something. âDid you ever send that letter to Helena?â
"I got back a postcard today." There is no need to hop up from his lap, thankfully, and instead you reach across the table to slide the glossy card out from under your notebook and hand it to him. "She's getting married. Apparently her soulmate was in the States the whole time. But she promises to write us a longer letter when they're back from their honeymoon in a few weeks."
âThatâs good.â Probably the best news heâs heard in a long time and he picks up the card to look at the neat handwriting. âShe deserves happiness.â
"She does." You can agree to that wholeheartedly. "I'm glad she found it."
He hums and leans in, pressing his face into your neck and breathing you in. âJust like weâve found it.â He murmurs softly. âWe should get married.â
"You gotta propose first, hermoso." It might only be a gentle tease, but you grin as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to hold him close. "Then I can say yes and we can get to planning."
Sitting in his button up shirt, his tie askew, Javier reaches into his pocket and pulls out the ring that he had taken out of the box earlier to inspect and shoved in his pants when Stetchner had come into his office uninvited. âYou want me to get down on one knee?â He asks, holding it up for you to see. âFigured we could elope and not tell your mom. Let her plan the wedding and we just show up.â
"Javi!" The surprise of seeing an actual ring in his hand has you nearly falling off his lap but you hold on even tighter out of shock, just like thoughts start tumbling out of your mouth like they do when you get surprised. "No you don't need to getâdid you reallyâhow long have you been carrying that around for?"
âPicked it up two weeks ago?â He had been trying to think of something romantic, something fitting for your proposal, but everything seemed overkill. He showed you he loved you everyday, with the little things, not with overly elaborate proposals that could mean shit if he didnât really want to commit. But right now seems like the right time. A very honest moment between the two of you.
"It's perfect." The ring, the moment â him â all of it. It's a standstill moment in time that could never have been manufactured and never could be duplicated. It's just for the two of you and it's perfect. You swoop in, needing to kiss him right now more than you need air.
He takes the kiss, easily, happily. Wrapping his arm around you and still holding up the ring, he lets the kiss drag on for a long minute before he pulls back with a smirk. âIs that a yes then?â
"Hell yes that's a yes." A giddy laugh bubbles out of you, and you can't help but steal one more, infinitely more chaste, kiss. "As soon as you want. We'll have to run back to the States for a weekend to actually have the wedding, but I'll let Mom plan whatever she wants and she'll be ecstatic."
âI thought you would like that.â The party is more of what Javier wants. The celebration. He doesnât care if itâs in a church, although heâs sure thatâs where it will be. And you will have already been married for however long planning the wedding takes, so you will get your way with wanting a marriage. âI love you, sweetheart.â He promises softly. âItâs fitting that our story started here and this is where we will make it forever.â
"I love you, too." He slides the ring onto your finger with satisfied pride and you don't bother blinking away the press of happy tears behind your eyes. They don't fall, you don't blubber, they're just there. Reminding you that the pounding of your heart is just as real as this moment. "I can't wait for whatever comes next."
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The Boys Preference: Finding Out About Sexual Trauma
Requested: hello, I would like to start off my request with saying that I know that this subject if a little tiny bit iffy and itâs a bit specific and personal. I read your blog rules as i am new to your blog and tried to follow them as best as I could, but the general subject matter of my request my be a bit triggering so if you donât want to write this I wholeheartedly understand and will continue to enjoy your other works.may I please request the boys (any characters, just some general headcannon stuffs) with a reader who has s/a trauma and has trust issues throughout the relationship because of it (thinking that people only want them for that reason)? whether they find out accidentally or not is up to you, I hope that you are having a good morning/day/afternoon/night! :) - anon
A/N: My love! Thank you for requesting! I am writing from my own experience, so apologies if not everything is universal!! I don't go into detail or write anything graphic, mostly generalized emotions, thoughts, etc. Please don't read if this could be triggering. I am always here if anyone wants to talk!!! Feedback is always appreciated đ
Butcher is upset. Not because it changes how he sees you or feels about you, but because you really thought he was only interested in you for your body. Butcher is a pretty sexual person. He likes having sex, especially when it's with you. You've had to take a step back and figure out why he's with you. You fear he's only with you for sex. Butcher makes sure you know, from now on, he loves every part of you. You never told him about what happened, thinking it was in the past, but it's not, and that's okay. He doesn't pish you to share what happened, but he lets you know that if you want to tell him, you can. He definitely takes a look at his actions and change them so that you never feel this way again. It kills him to think of how long you must've assumed this before bringing the subject up to him. He never wants you to be scared to bring this up or any other issues. He talks more about the things he like and doesn't like, hoping it'll start the conversation so that you know you can always be open about disliking certain touches or acts while also saying what you do like. He wants to make sure you never feel like you have to hide something like that from him again. He wants to do better, be better, and he is. Slowly, but surely.
Hughie could tell something happened, but he never wanted to assume anything. You were so hesitant to go out with him, hesitant to call and text, afraid he'd want to do things you weren't able to at the time. When he asks if you're okay, you open up about what happened. You have to go slow, very slow, but you don't want him to have to wait for you. It's not fair. He smiles, telling you he would wait forever if he had to. He wants to be with you, that's all that matters. If your relationship is unconventional, so what? He never wants to put you in a position where you feel triggered, scared, or unsafe. He waits for you to make the first move/step, and he follows. When you feel ready to kiss him, he's more than excited. He's all for slow and steady. He's the first to come to your defense if Butcher or anyone else says something. You've never seen him so upset. Whatever you decide to share with him, he's grateful for. He never wants you to feel pressured to explain why certain touches, acts, features, etc. make you upset or angry or irritated or scared. Hughie communicates everything. In fact, he might even over communicate, though of course you know he means well. Nothing changes how he feels about you.
Annie is the first to open up about her experiences. She tells you about what happened with The Deep. She knows she told the whole world, but it's still a conversation she wanted to have with you now that you're together. In return, you tell her about your experience/s. She listens carefully and makes sure you know she understands. She assures you she would never, ever do anything like that and would make sure anything you do, everything ranging from hand holding and kisses on the cheek to all types of intercourse, are talked about beforehand. You both have certain boundaries you won't cross, and it's an open, ongoing conversation as to what you do and don't like, what feels most comfortable, etc. Neither of you thinks of the other any differently because of these boundaries. When you are triggered by certain words, gestures, people, etc. Annie is right by your side, talking you through it, making you know you're safe with her, you're safe now.
M.M. didnât know, but he kinda put two and two together. You made it very clear in the beginning of your relationship that you'd have to go slow, building a new kind of trust from the ground up, going from friendship to partners. You jumped at the slightest touch, and he learned quickly to ask if you wanted a hug or to hold hands. When he realized something must have happened, he sat you down and explained you'd never have to tell him if you didn't want to, but he'd be more mindful from now on. He didn't want to assume anything, but you did confirm something happened, and you were still healing from it. After that, he was so much more careful and thoughtful with his actions. He never wanted you to feel judged or odd because of these changes to your relationship. You need a lot of reassurance that he isn't judging you, that he doesn't think of you any differently or mind being extra patient. He's never for a second thought of you or your relationship milestones as any different than past ones. You're still you, the person he loves. That's all that matters.
Frenchie suspected something might have happened. You fell apart when you had to go undercover with Kimiko in Russia. You couldn't bear the thought of someone even wanting to touch you like that, even if they'd end up dead afterward. He assures you you don't have to do it. It scares him a little. Not your reaction, but that fact that he wasn't paying attention beforehand. That's when you tell him what happened, why you can't let yourself be seen in that way, just for your body. Frenchie feels sick thinking you were put into this situation, forced to explain why when you might not have told me when you were ready. He doesn't tell why. He just says to Butcher, "Y/n's not doing it." Sensing something is wrong, Kimiko doubles down that she's got this handled alone. You voice your worries when you're home that he sees you differently. He doesn't. At all. He loves you. He loves you for you, not for your body or the kinds of pleasures you can share. Just you. He opens up about what happened with Little Nina, knowing you could understand. He doesn't do this as a way to turn attention towards him. Rather, it's to share so that you feel more comfortable opening up about your own experiences. He's more careful to show his affections, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable, and is far more committed to communication after your trip to Russia.
Kimiko sees red. She loves you more than anything. The fact that someone decided they had the right to do those kinds of things to you made her furious. She knows this is not at all helpful for you and immediately apologizes, assuring you she's here for you no matter what. She can get angry about it in her own time. She becomes so much more protective over you. You both have a lot of things you're relearning to do. The biggest challenge is intimacy. She never makes a move or tries something without consulting you and neither do you. Kimiko is shy as it is, something you're immensely grateful for. Your relationship is slow, and both of you are patient with one another. Taking baby steps is how you do it. You worry others will judge you for taking it so slow, especially since you've been together for quite a while, but Kimiko makes it known it is no one else's business. You take as long as you need. If anyone has an issue with it, they can take it up with her. She loves you. Nothing changes that. Nothing will ever change that.
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Can I request a smut fic where Tojiâs hit job in Europe got extended from 4 days to 4 months. So when he finally gets home, y/n is desperately all over him because she missed him terribly and sheâs so insatiable that he can barely keep up and tells her to slow down during the most mind numbing sex theyâve ever had. Like I want her crying and clinging to him while he says the sweetest things to her catering her praise kink about how his pretty wife was so patient and he apologizes for leaving home so long đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
Home Again. | Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader.
warnings: explicit sexual content!!!, fluff, angst (due to separation), consent (implied). pet names (doll, mama, sweetheart).
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The sound of the front door unlocking made your heart lurch in your chest. You sat up from the couch, and when Toji finally stepped through the door, you felt your breath catch. He looked tiredâhis hair slightly mussed, a faint scruff darkening his jawâbut the moment his eyes met yours, his expression softened.
âHey, sweetheart,â he said, his voice low and warm, the corner of his lips quirking into a small smile. He dropped his duffel bag by the door, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
You didnât hesitate. You were in his arms before he could take another step, your face pressed into his chest, breathing him inâhis scent, the faint musk of sweat and travel, everything youâd missed about him.
âYouâre here,â you whispered, your voice cracking as you clung to him. âI missed you so much.â
âMissed you too,â he murmured, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His lips brushed the top of your head, lingering there. âGod, I missed you, baby.â
You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands cupping his face, your thumbs brushing over the sharp line of his jaw. âYou look tired,â you said softly.
Toji chuckled, his voice low and rough. âItâs been a long trip. But Iâm home now.â He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours.
âFour months, Toji,â you whispered, your voice trembling as your fingers curled into his shirt, clinging to him like you were afraid he might vanish if you let go. âYou were supposed to be back in four days.â
Toji sighed, his expression softening, guilt flickering in his green eyes. His large hands ran up and down your back in soothing strokes. âI know, mama. Iâm sorry. I didnât want to leave you that long, but things got⌠complicated.â
You didnât care about apologiesânot right now. âI need you, Toji, please,â you whispered, your voice a desperate plea as you tugged him toward the bedroom.
âYouâve got me,â he promised, his lips brushing against your temple.
The second he sat on the edge of the bed, you climbed onto his lap, your thighs straddling his hips. Toji hissed as you ground against him, your hands tugging at the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers.
âSlow down, sweetheart,â he said softly, catching your hands in his. His lips quirked into a slight smirk, though his voice carried the rough edge of desire. âYouâre acting like youâre starving.â
âI am,â you shot back, dragging his shirt open and running your hands over his chest. âFour months, Toji. Do you have any idea how much Iâve missed you? How much Iâve needed this?â
Tojiâs breath hitched as your lips latched onto his neck, your teeth grazing his skin. âYouâre gonna kill me, woman,â he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as you ground down on him again.
You reached between him, palming him through his pants, feeling the hard length of him straining against the fabric. âYouâre a big man, you can handle it,â you teased, though your own voice wavered with desperation.
âBarely,â he muttered, his hands tightening on you. âYouâre so damn impatient.â
You pulled back to meet his gaze, your eyes fierce and glassy with need. âFour months is a long fucking time, Toji,â you said, your voice trembling. âIâm not slowing down.â
As your body moved over him, his hands gripped your arms softly, the tension of his restraint turning into a gentle pull, encouraging you to take the lead. You paused for a moment, your lips brushing against his ear as you breathed out, âI want to make you feel so good.â
He groaned softly, a low, appreciative sound, his grip tightening slightly around your waist. âYou always do,â he muttered, his voice thick with desire. âBut go ahead. Iâm not stopping you.â
You moved forward on your knees, twisting around to land your hands on his pants, already undoing the button and zipper. You came face-to-face with his throbbing cock. Looking up at him, you innocently took hold of his member with both hands. You licked your lips, ready to take him into your mouth. Just as his tip entered between your lips, Toji grabbed your hair. Taking him in your mouth, you sucked on his tip, already dripping with precum. He hissed in pleasure. You lowered your head slowly, squeezing his balls with one hand while taking him fully in your mouth. You tried to push yourself further. Toji moaned as your throat constricted around his tip, but he restrained himself, taking a bunch of your hair in his hand again. You looked up at him, drool dribbling down your open mouth, tears welling in your eyes. Tojiâs grip on your hair tightened, guiding your head away from his cock.
"My turn now, doll,â he rasped.
When he finally had you pinned beneath him, your clothes scattered across the floor, his voice was low when he spoke, the huskiness making your breath catch.
"Youâre so good to me,â he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw before his lips found their way to your neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses. âIâve been thinking about this, about you, every damn day.â
The way he said it made you shiver, your chest tightening with the same need. You reached for him again, but this time, he took the initiative. Pushing you into the softness of the pillows, his lips never leaving your skin as he moved lower.
Tojiâs hands trembled slightly as they rested on your thighs. He kissed his way down your body, every inch of you a reminder of how much heâd missed you and your body.
âSo wet already,â he murmured, his voice dripping with approval as his fingers slid through your slick folds. âAll for me, huh?â
You nodded, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. âOnly for you.â
Toji grinned, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before slipping a finger inside you. You moaned, your hands clutching at the sheets as he worked you open, his finger curling against the spot that had you writhing.
âMore, more Toji, please.â you whimpered, your hips lifting to meet his hand.
"Greedy girl,â he muttered, though he obliged, adding a second finger. âSo tight, baby. Gotta loosen you up for me.â
Your head fell back against the mattress, your cries echoing in the room as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb brushing over your clit in lazy circles.
âFuck, Toji,â you gasped, your body trembling beneath him. âI canâtâI needââ
âI know what you need,â he said, pulling his fingers out and dragging them over your lips. âOpen up, sweetheart.â
You obeyed, your lips parting as he slid his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them eagerly, your tongue swirling around the digits as his cock throbbed against your thigh.
âGood girl,â he murmured, his voice low and rough. âMissed this mouth, too.â
When he finally lined his cock to your entrance and pushed into you, your body arched off the bed, your nails digging into his back. He groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he stretched you inch by inch.
âFuck, baby,â he rasped, his breath hot against your ear. âYou feel so good. So tight.â
You whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist as you clung to him. âDonât stop,â you pleaded, your voice trembling. âPlease, Toji, donât stop.â
âNever,â he promised, his voice thick with emotion. âMissed you so fucking much, baby. Iâm not going anywhere.â
He started to move, slow and deep, his hips rolling into you with a rhythm that had you gasping. Your nails raked down his back as tears spilled from your eyes, the intensity of it all overwhelming.
âToji,â you sobbed, your voice breaking.
âShh, baby,â he murmured, his lips brushing over your tear-streaked cheeks. âIâve got you. Youâre so good for me. You waited four fucking months, my good girl.â
You choked out, your voice trembling with raw emotion, âIâll always wait for you, Toji.â
His praises only made you cry harder, your body trembling beneath him. âI needed this,â you choked out. âI needed you.â
âI know,â he said, his voice rough but tender. âIâm here now. Iâm here, and Iâm not fucking leaving.â
He shifted, his hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit, his movements coaxing louder moans from you. âCome for me, pretty girl,â he urged, his voice soft but commanding. âShow me how much you missed me.â
Your body obeyed, your release crashing over you as you sobbed his name, your walls clenching tightly around him. Toji groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, his warmth spilling inside you.
He held you close, his large hands trailing softly over your back as your breaths evened out.
âYouâre not allowed to be gone that long ever again,â you mumbled against his chest, your voice still hoarse.
Toji chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âRest now, baby,â he murmured, his voice a low rasp. âWeâve got time. Iâm not going anywhere, i promise."
His fingers brushed through your hair one last time, the weight of the time spent apart and the relief of being close again settling between you.
âI love you,â you whispered.
He smiled softly, feeling the words settle in his chest. âI love you too, mama, more than anything.â
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⥠Sexual Themes I Feel Stray Kids Get Associated With âĄ
Authors Note: So Iâve read enough smut from other blogs all over Tumblr that I feel like I started to see certain themes with each member reoccurring on Tumblr. Maybe itâs just certain blogs that keep pumping out the same type of content and I just havenât noticed itâs the same blog. Anyways, I still thought this would be a fun thing to do, let me know if you agree or disagree with me. Iâd love to know what kinks other people on Tumblr associate with certain members. One last thing, kinda hate how I set this up but canât really change it now. Sorry if some of the sections arenât as detailed as others, not all these kinks are things Iâm generally comfortable with writing. Not uncomfortable with them, but just not necessarily stuff Iâm into lol.
Contains: Sexual Themes/Smut, Minors DNI, Each section has a kink in front of it, if you're not comfortable reading that kink just skip over that section :)
Smut Below the Cut
Bang Chan - Breeding KinkÂ
Iâve learned Tumblr in general is OBSESSED with breeding kinks but Iâm pretty sure Chan has this topic come up in his stories the most. I think him giving off the biggest dad vibes of the group makes us associate him with this kink. Alright so just imagine him coming home to fuck you after a long day of work. He loves to take you from behind so he can watch his cock go in and out of you as your body reacts with each thrust. âPlease babe just let me cum in you just this once,â he wines out. You were too fucked out for rational thoughts, âI need your cum, Chris, please fill me.â He grips your hips hard, thrusts growing sloppy after hearing your words, his high rapidly approaching. With a grunt, he releases into you, his warm cum coating your walls. After calming down from his orgasm, he pulls out slowly, trying to prevent any cum from spilling out. He uses his finger to push anything that threatens to spill out back in, he canât let a single drop go to waste.
Lee Know - BDSM/Hard DomÂ
Minho is rough in bed, or at least thatâs what everyone thinks. After a particularly rough day at work, he comes home just to release his pent-up frustration on you. He stands in front of you, his eyes staring intensely into yours, silently asking for permission. Next thing you know heâs pulling you off the couch and dragging you to the bedroom, roughly pushing you to the bed. He wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it gently to let you know heâs in charge tonight. If you even tried to be a brat for a second he would flip you over onto his lap and deliver a hard blow to your ass. He would rub it for a second, to help lessen the initial sting, before smacking it again and again until you apologize. Heâd love having you a sobbing mess while you beg for his cock and forgiveness. He could never turn down his baby when you look and sound like that.
Changbin - Size Kink/Bulge Kink
Honestly never really thought about a size kink being a thing until I started reading it on Tumblr recently, but yeah Changbin definitely has it. While he knows he might not be the tallest, his muscles and cock make up for it. Heâd have you laying on the bed, his tip teasing your entrance, âI know your pussy can fit my huge cock,â heâd say in a low voice. You push your hips forward in response, desperate to feel him stretch your tight pussy. He starts slow, just wetting his tip, the stretch from that alone has you crying out. âFuck Changbin your so big.â He hovers over you as he pushes himself in deeper, you watch as his biceps flex by your face. Little moans leave your mouth as you welcome the pain and pleasure of having him stretch you. âAlmost there baby, just a little bit more. I know you can take it.â Once fully inside, he wouldnât be able to take his eyes off that little budge he sees in your tummy with each thrust.
Hyunjin - Public SexÂ
I love the idea of public sex, but Hyunjin and public sex? Chefâs kisses. Hyunjin will gladly fuck his partner whenever and wherever he wants. Some of the places heâs fucked you include a changing room, the hiking trail, the back of a train, oh and donât forget the time the two of you got stuck in an elevator. You often find yourself wearing skirts and dresses, not because itâs necessarily your style, but because it makes this fun you two have so much easier. This time it was in the movie theater, he purchased the two of you those fancy vip seats your theater has, seats big enough to allow you to sit comfortably on his lap during the movie. You brought a blanket with you to the theater as well, most people would assume you did this because of how cold the theater always was but that's not why you have it. You sat on Hyunjinâs lap, settling the blanket on top before doing anything else. Slowly, he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock, he gave it a couple tugs before he lifts you up onto it. You did your best to not make any noise as you sink down onto him. The theater was for the most part empty, but there were still a couple people near the front of the theater. He slowly but sloppily thrusts into you, careful to not make any noise.
Han - Somnophlia/FreeuseÂ
Tumblr really thinks Jisung is just a super horny perv. Like when this boy wants you, he will have you no matter what. Donât worry though, you guys have a system to let him know when youâre willing to have sex. You put on that one shirt that gives him the signal he needs before starting to doze off on the couch. Jisung comes home after a long day of practice and all he wants to do is sink his cock into your pussy and forget all about his worries. He looks at you on the couch, you're sleeping in nothing but your shirt and panties, bare legs exposed. He pulls his cock out before hovering over your sleeping form. He slides his cock between your thighs, slowly rutting his hips. Gentle moans slip past his lips, he keeps up a steady pace as he indulges in pleasure. His moans turn to high-pitched whines the closer he gets to his high, the sounds from his mouth cause you to start to stir. You wake up to see Jisung over your body, sweat on his brow and his lip red from biting it. His thrusts pick up as his orgasm takes over, warm sticky cum covering your thighs.
Felix - Cock Warming/Premature CummingÂ
I probably read the most Felix smut, I couldnât just pick one theme for him. With cockwarming, itâs always while heâs busy gaming. Heâs deprived you of attention for too long, even after all your attempts to pull him away from the screen he just wonât budge. You couldnât handle waiting any longer so you decided to help yourself. âFelix, keep playing your game, just trust me,â He nods in response, his eyes still glued to the screen. You reach out to rub his member through his pants, you can feel him grow hard rapidly. You try to tug with sweats down, he lifts his hips up to aid you in taking his pants off, getting desperate to feel more. You remove your sweatpants and panties before straddling his lap, careful to not block his view of the game. You sink down onto him, you can feel him tense up for a second before continuing his game. You sit on his cock happily for the next few minutes while he finishes several more rounds in his game, satisfied you can finally feel full. Felix eventually starts to grow desperate for more, quickly losing interest in his game. His hands move from his keyboard to your hips before he thrusts up into you. He takes in all the precious sounds that leave your mouth, enjoying everything just a little too much. Unfortunately, he reaches his high a bit sooner than heâd like, your pussy just feels too damn good. Donât worry though, he would never leave you unsatisfied.
Seungmin - Perv!SeungminÂ
I feel like Iâve seen this theme with him quite a bit, Iâve seen it with Han as well but possibly just a smidge more with Seungmin. Tumblr Stays seem to like to make this man absolutely obsessed with you. Some things he does include following you around, gifting you teddy bears with hidden cameras, and stealing your panties. Heâs not always a full perv though, heâs also your best friend that youâd trust with your life. What Seungmin doesnât know is that you know exactly every little pervy thing he does, you only act like you donât know what heâs doing. Knowing this, you sometimes like to tease him. Some things you do include changing while heâs around, asking for his opinion on which set of lingerie you should buy, and slowly grinding against him while you sit in his lap. Imagine sitting on his lap as you two watch a show together, his arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face into your hair. Heâd be doing his best to hold in his moans while you shift on his lap, trying not to give away how much heâs enjoying everything. There was honestly no point in him holding in his moans, itâs not like you couldnât feel his rock-hard cock against your ass. After a bit too much teasing, he eventually cums into his pants, a whisper-like moan slips past his lips with his orgasm. You pretend you didnât know what just happened as he suddenly pushes you off his lap, excusing himself to the restroom.
I.N - Loud Sex/Exhibitionism
Being the baby member, Jeongin feels like heâs got something to prove to everyone, he wants to show off how much of a man he has become. One of the ways he does that is by making you scream and moan so loud during sex that all of the members nearby can hear it. One night, you were invited for a movie night while a couple of the other boys were at the dorm. After the boys ruthlessly teased Jeongin for having a partner, he decided he had enough. He picks you up off the couch and carries you to his room, slamming the door behind him. He rips off your clothes before ravishing your body. He sucks on your neck, leaving perfect little bruises, hoping the members would get to see you marked up later. One of his hands travels down to draw little circles on your clit, his other grabs your breast and pinches your nipple. You tried to hold in your moans, but your whole body felt overstimulated with pleasure. Jeongin whispers in your ear, âDonât hold back your moans baby girl, letâs let them know how good I can make you feel.â
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Sep 18th
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1. Hi! I don't know if this has been asked before but I'm looking for a fic. It had multiple chapters and might have been mostly from LWJ POV. (spoilers for the fic basically) I only remember clearly that in one of the later chapters it is revealed that WWX took the fall for JC who had set off a cigar fire. Thank you!
FOUND! Nursery Rhymes by manaika (M, 96k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Inexperienced WWX, Experienced LWJ, Reconciliation, Budding Love, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Unreliable Narrator, Medical Inaccuracies, Slow Burn, Past Character Death, Childhood Trauma, Found Family, Past Injury, Nurse! WWX, Doctor! LXC, Teacher! LWJ, Character With A Heart Condition (Major), Past Incarceration (Major Character), Underage Character With Leukemia (Minor))
NOT FOUND! Insert Coin Now for Extra Life by TriviasFolly (E, 201k, wangxian, modern, ABO, Intersex Omegas, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Marriage contract au, Twitch Streamer WWX, fluff and smut, caring for other while sick, Possessive LWJ, Rare Male Omegas, Pack Dynamics, Sugar Baby vibes, Eventual Smut, Brief mention of lwj/others)
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2. hi - apologies if you have answered this and i missed it, or please ignore if i haven't waited long enough! i really appreciate all you guys do! I'm looking for a longish fic - cloud recesses classes WY gets whipped after JZ/JY engagement broken, recovers in CR while creating talismans. Wens attack and WY explodes heads. ACE JZ, badass Madame Jin, NH sets up JY/NM, WY grabbed by WR, LZ comes to save him and they kill WR. I've tried searching hashtags, but just can't find it -can you help? @oldoni
FOUND? 𧥠To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 78k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major character injury, CQL verse, Happy Ending)
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3. Hello Mojo!! I've always used your blog to find missing fics, but this'll be the first time I send in a an ask!!
I read this fic a long time ago and forgot to bookmark it, the premise was Jiang Yanli was engaged to Lan Zhan but she was in love with Jin Zixuan. So Wei Ying, doing what he does best and offers to take her place.
He's invented a talisman that changes his body to look like Yanlis, the catch is that it affects his health everything he uses the talisman until it eventually hurts him to the point of near death. And he falls in love with Lan Zhan along the way.
Can you help me find this fic?
FOUND? đ You Free Your Mind In Your Androgyny by retired (misbehavingvigilante) (E, 368k, WangXian, JC & JYL & WWX, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bodyswap, Crossdressing, Dysfunctional Family, Gender Dysphoria, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Porn, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings, Transphobia, Self-Worth Issues, Suicidal Thoughts, Trans WWX)
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4. Hiii there was a fic where wei ying was chased by a dog and took shelter in lan zhans house. i remember wy having a panic attack and lz calming him, and ig he had a cat called bunny?? idk this was on the first chp. and it was a long fic ig?? Anyways hope you can find it!! @for13years-i-play-inquiry-foryou
FOUND? leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if youâve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation)
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5. Hii I am desperately looking for a fic. It is around cloud recess time and wwx is a genuis and gets recognized by the Lans and they treat him well. I remember super specific stuff like there was an elder who blew something up to reroute a river because he needed the water for fire savety and he is kind of mentoring wwx. And some of the elders imply to lwj to court wwx. And there is a kind of scholar equivalent to a discussion converence and the Jiang scholars get so much shit from the Lans for not supporting wwx talent because he is like a once in a generation genius and they usually have systems in place to support people like that but the Jiangs were afraid of madam yu i guess. Thats most of what I remember. I really hope it still exists somewhere... @frankensteins-gendercrisis
FOUND?đin the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, Cloud Recesses, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the Madam Yu warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric)
FOUND? 𧥠Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 859k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)
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6. Hi! I'm looking for a f/f wangxian fic, I don't remember much about the plot but I do know in it wwx bullies young lwj and calls her a lesbian. They later meet as adults and wwx is really trying to atone for her actions. Thank you!! @blessrainydays
FOUND? Out of your system by mimilamp (E, 20k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Sexual Content, Strap-Ons, jealous wwx, lan zhan FUCKS, mention of LWJ/others straight girl WWX, Y E A R N I N G, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)
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7. Hello! Here for the fic finder, please. It starts with Wangxian hunting a monster that eats dreams. At some point it catches lwj and puts him into a dream and wwx goes into the dream and sees that in it they are married? Does that ring any bells?
FOUND? Dream of Me by KingdomFlameVIII (E, 11k, WangXian, Mild Horror, Dreams, Dream Sex, Bathing/Washing, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss, First Time, Light Bondage, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering)
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8. Hi! I'm looking for a modern au where WWX was a fox that had gotten taken to a sanctuary and he had a faded red ribbon around his neck, it fell off and he got sad about it. It possibly had his name written on the inside of it? Wen Ning either ran the santuary or worked there. WWX might've been cursed to be in a fox form? I can't remember for sure. I thought I'd bookmarked it but can't find it and there's a gazillion fox!wwx fics and I'm not finding it. I can't remember more than that but hopefully someone will know. TIA!
NOT FOUND! in the arms of the angel by ScarlettStorm (E, 37k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Fox WWX, animal rescuer LWJ, Minor pining, major shenanigans, Comedy, Smut, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Adhd WWX, the mortifying ordeal of getting your head stuck in a peanut butter jar, and getting subsequently rescued by your crush, there were in fact two beds, but LWJ knows what he's about, Blowjobs, Frottage, switch rights, Scent Kink, mildly telepathic sex, courtship via kittens)
FOUND! Found: Extremely Friendly Fox by wanderingflame (T, 22k, ZhuiLing, WangXian, Modern AU, mild animal injury, Curses, Fluff, Reunions, Fox WWX, Foxxian being a lovable terror, POV Alternating, Modern With Cultivation, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, LWJ wears reading glasses because it's sexy)
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9. Hi can I ask you if you could find me a fanfiction where Wei wuxian keeps doing different ghost games and Lan Zhan keeps interrupting them, the other thing I can remember is that they're both university students and Lan Zhan is responsible for the dormitory.
FOUND?đGrandmaster of Demonic Party Games by Trickster_Angel (M, 50k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Crack, Light Angst, Humor, Paranormal, horror, Slow Burn)
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10. Hello! Submitting a request to find a fic, cause i'm honestly at my wit's end.
It was multichapter fic and I'm pretty much sure it was finished. It's basically story, where Wei Wuxian transmigrates from modern times into cultivator setting, summoned by mistake, by his counter-part here and basically hijacked their body? And was then promptly attacked by Lan Wangji, who thought it was original
In cultivator setting, Wei Wuxian was also known as a Yilling Laozu - ancient and mad with grief over Lans killing his husband few hundreds years ago. The present Lan Wangji is reincarnation of said husband, but due Yilling Laozu Wei Wuxian not letting him go, he couldn't properly reincarnate or something? Like - he is still man's husband, Lan Wangji, but a little bit different and that stops him from falling in love with YL WWX?
(There was also something about how this Wei Ying was summoned, because Lan Wangji from that universe probably died, before they had a chance to meet.)
Anyway, after getting (i think?) stabbed by Lan Wangji he got taken to Cloud Recess, then he somehow winded up in Lotus Pier, growing close with Jiang siblings. Also, Wei Wuxian from the modern times was some kind of doctor or inventor (?) and he tried bringing some modern solutions there.
I think this think may be quite known, but i tried all the tags i thought that will work and found nothing ://
Thank you very much in advance
FOUND? Old Foreshadows by protos_metazu_ison (M, 15k, WangXian, YLLZ WWX, BAMF WWX, War, Universe Alteration, Sunshot Campaign, Rated For Violence, Timeline What Timeline, Mojoâs post)
FOUND? đ Transverse by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 192k, WangXian, ChengSang, ZhuiLing, ZhenYi, Dimension Travel, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Enemies to Lovers, Transmigration, Past Lives, Canon-Typical Death, Donât worry - he gets better)
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11. for fic finder, i've read this a few times and suddenly i can't find it- wwx gets taken by a caiyi merchant while he's on his way to dinner with lwj. the merchant is someone wwx had previously gotten along with, so it's a bit of a depressing realization that even this guy hates him.
queue a sinister array, a timely rescue by lwj, and the sobering realization that wwx can't fully escape what he's done in his past life, and it can crop up where he least expects it @stgroversfire
FOUND! Before we get started, does anyone wanna get out? by Iggysassou (E, 13k, WangXian, Married Couple, Post-Canon, mdzs canon rather than cql, 5+1 Things, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Protective wwx, protective lwj)
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12. Hi! This is for fic finder. I'm looking for a fic where sect leader JC returns to Lotus Pier after a trip/night hunt and the junior disciples all clamour towards him. JC then picks one of the youngest disciples who gives a short report and sends them off for training. I think it might be from the pov of someone who accompanied him (LWJ? LXC?) and then I think there's a bit of commentary about the kind of sect leader JC is. I think it's likely some sort of canon divergence or time travel fic, but not sure. Thanks!
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13. hi, iâm looking for a fanfic in which jzxâs death was faked, he was found in the lake (?) by wwx, i remember people thought wwx was dead but lwj managed to find him alive in some village. lwj told jiang yanli to find wwx and after he found jzx, he was told not to sleep in the same room with jyl as she was married woman and it was inappropriate. this fic wasnât finished
FOUND? Discarded by teawater (E, 178k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dying Lan children, Hurt/Comfort, YL WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, and it's not always dark, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ)
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14. Hi! Iâve been looking for a fic I read a while ago in which WWX designs a talisman (or something) to test blood relationships and finds out he really is JFMâs son. If I remember correctly heâs already left Lotus Pier, I think he finds out with JYL and JC at Cloud Recesses? âThis body yet survivesâ by RoseThorne comes very close but doesnât have him as JFMâs son. Help please!
Iâm pretty sure 14 is a modern era AU and they take a DNA test which reveals the siblings as wwxâs half siblings - can I locate it? Ehhh, of course not unless I get lucky with my history search
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15. Iâm looking for a fic that is a modern au, no cultivation, where wwx leaves home or is driven out of his home and loses contact with his sibling and lwj. Fast forward to the future, heâs living somewhere and is with the Wen siblings? I donât remember how, but somehow lwj finds wwx first, maybe over text? And slowly wwx starts sharing his life again? I feel like maybe wwx had been abused or threatened to never talk to his siblings again. Heâs very afraid. I remember Wen Qing was very suspicious of LWJ and protective of wwx. Thanks for your help!
NOT FOUND! clean from the war (your heart fits like a key) by sysrae (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reunions, past xy/wwx, xy is fucked up but not evil because it's a modern AU and I said so, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, past wwx/jfm, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse, Rape Recovery, transphobic violence, Victim Blaming, Past wwx/others, allusions to past self-harm)
FOUND! Love Don't Belong To Me by airinshaw (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern, Getting Together, Kissing, Intercrural Sex, Light Angst, Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attack, WWX's canonical self-esteem issues, Canonical Child Abuse, not as dark as the tags imply, Past Relationships mention)
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16. Hello! Thanks in advance for this. I read ff earlier this year, it was post-canon I guess, Wei Wuxian is staying in cloud recesses and Lan wangji is chief cultivator (I guess). once wwx took juniors to night hunt and he kminda knew that someone will come for him, a walking corpse was searching for him specifically. after empathy wwx got to know that the walking corpse is his father. I dont remember anything other than this scene. Please help! @vbhardwaj-reads
FOUND! An Aftermath More Devastating Than The Storm by UneducatedAuthor (Not Rated, 111k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Everyone Loves WWX, The Junior Ensemble Love WWX, Hurt WWX, Protective LWJ, Protective LSZ, WWX Deserves Better, Genius WWX, WWX Protection Squad, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Cultivation Sect Politics, JC & WWX Reconciliation) Has Wei Changze as a fierce corpse searching for his son
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17. For fic finder, I remember it was a multichap canon dovergent wangxian fic with inventor wwx. Tho I am not sure if that tag was used. The most notable part of it was Madam Jin bringing evidence of jgs putting his lot in with wrh complete with bills, transactions, correspondences etc. Jgs tries to discredit her by being a misogynist. That's when madam Jin uses a wwx custom binding spell on him and then says "I am a quick study when I want to be" to wwx and then she says "thank you for your instruction" because she learned the spell from jzx who saw wwx teach it to jc in cloud recesses lectures. After that she tells jzx to take the sect leader's seat and there was resistance from jin elders in the same scene and also in other later chapters. It was complete and happy ending I believe for wangxian too @yiling-laozu-is-loml
FOUND? Cultivating immortality by KizuKatana (E, 231k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Mutual Pining, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, unreliable narrator, Found Family, First Time, novel canon relationship dynamics)
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18. Hey its my first ask so i don't know if I'm doing it right... I've been trying to find two specific fics really hard but no luck yet. I hope you'd be able to help
A) It was a post-sunshot campaign au..I think someone basically heard wwx getting yelled at by jc and flinching away from his touch. That gives rise to rumours that jc is sexually abusing wwx. Everyone starts pitying wwx and it comes to a head at some sort of banquet..?
B) A post-canon wangxian fluff fic. I think it might've been a 5+1 sort of fic but im not sure. There was one particular scene where wwx is just hanging out with other lan spouses and they are all complaining about their husband but wwx is silent cause lwj treats him really well..After he says so one of the women say "how long will it take your husband to realise if I kill you and take your place?" To which wwx replies "like right away"
I really hope you'll be able to find them
18A)
FOUND? Short Prompts by Vrishchika (M, 40k, WIP, WangXian, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Not JC Friendly, Separate Tags for Each Chapter) chapter 15 I'm sure of it
18B)
FOUND? Life before you was tragic by covalentbonds (Not rated, 4k, wangxian, Fluff and Humor)
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19. Hello! I am trying to find a fix where Wei ying get thrown to burial mound by wen Chao as a child, and then he become the protector of Yiling! He is always covered in shadows when he meet the sects! Can anyone remember the title! It is in AoW but I cannot find it! Help please!đ Thanks đ Have a wonderful day! @fallingstar77
I don't remember the name of #19 fic, but what I do remember is that it's listed on the amazing Warprize compilation you guys did.
FOUND? đ what price is duty, what cost is love by thunderwear (G, 18k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, WWX was never adopted by the Jiang Sect, War Prize, YLLZ WWX, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, First Time, Falling In Love, eventual dramatic confessions, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending)
FOUND? Sanctuary by Alineko (T, 45k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Cultivation Sect Politics, Sunshot Campaign, Overpowered WWX, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei Sect, Sect Leader WWX, Unreliable Narrator LWJ, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Self-Indulgent, Touch-Starved WWX, Different First Meeting, POV Alternating, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags)
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20. Hi, Im looking for a fic that may have been deleted but i'll try here. In it LWJ takes a'yuan away from cloud recesses to raise outside of the sect after WWXs death. He builds a garden with various monuments one of which is a boulder tied down with ropes to represent the Xuanwu. Eventually he senses something and goes to the burial mounds where he drags a reborn WWX from the blood pool. He takes him home to rehabilitate. On the way he stops at an inn to bathe him. Thats all I remember<3
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angst 16 and fluff 32 with jeonghan please? and that will be my last one haha i'm just so happy that your requests are open. and i just wanted to say thank you so much for your service really, you are legitimately one of my favorite writers on here and i love your blog so much. also you're really sweet and friendly and i appreciate u! <33 have fun writing and don't put too much pressure on yourself, take care, love you đ
aah, thank you so much!! it took a while but i hope you'll like this âĄ
Jeonghan (Seventeen) | Scaring them + âItâs okay. Iâm here.â angst/comfort | 0.9k | gn!reader
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âShut up.â
Youâre seething on the opposite end of the sofa, your knees hugged to your chest and your body so tense heâs afraid something in it might snap. He can barely see you in the faint light coming in from the kitchen. Jeonghanâs just helpless about what to do now.
He realizes, in hindsight, that the prank was stupid. You did mention you like horror movies, that you enjoyed being scared sometimes. Still, he shouldâve known better and heâs angry with himself that he didnât. Itâs dark, itâs late, youâve had a long day, and already had to walk through the dark streets, of course youâd be on edge, and then he jumped out at you from the shadows in your home before you could turn on the lights.Â
Itâs funny when Mingyu shrieks and pouts and complains, but he sees now itâs not so funny when youâre the one screaming and trembling, pushing him away when he tries to hug you and make up. You wonât even look at him.
He pushes his luck and cautiously moves to sit a little closer. You donât pay him any mind so he monitors your reactions and continues until heâs sitting right next to you without really touching you. You glare at him when he opens his mouth, and from this close he can see the corners of your eyes are red and you look like youâre about to cry. His heart drops, and Jeonghan canât resist the urge to hug you, to touch you, but he can slow it down.
To his surprise, you let him wrap his arms around you, you hug him back too, slowly uncurling from your previous position. He maneuvers you until his back is against the armrest and youâre almost lying on top of him, clinging to him with desperation that matches his own.Â
âItâs okay, Iâm here,â he whispers, tucking your head under his chin after he plants a kiss to your forehead.
âItâs not okay, because youâre here,â you counter. You have every right to be upset, he acknowledges, and he deserves this but it feels like someone is trying to crush his heart in their fist.Â
âI know, Iâm so stupid,â he agrees, squeezing you a little tighter in hopes you wonât push him away again.
âExtremely stupid,â you hiss.
âDumbest person alive~â he sing-songs and while you donât laugh, you scoff and thatâs alright for now. At least youâre not struggling to get out of his embrace.
He holds you tightly and when you donât say anything more, Jeonghan starts humming the melody as softly as he can. His hand rubs circles over your back, soothing you until the tension melts from your body. He closes his eyes and gets a little lost in the feeling of holding you, chasing away the unpleasant memory of you fighting against him, of you shaking in fear in his hold. Thatâs something he doesnât wanna experience again, much less so when he knows it was his own doing.
But then you start moving and you want him to let go of you - he canât stop the quiet whine that spills from his lips. You pause and everything is still for a moment before you sigh.
âI just want to see you, Han,â you explain and pull away just enough to look at his face. He gives you an apologetic smile, adjusting his position so youâre both comfortable and he can keep holding you.Â
âIâm sorry,â he finally gets to apologize. He nearly melts when you shift in his arms just so you could put your forehead against his.Â
âI know you are,â you accept, âSo I hope you wonât-â
âI wonât. Iâm never doing it again, I promise,â he quickly reassures you, and the only thing that stops him from pulling you flush against his body again is your hand against his chest. You frown seeing how quickly he freezes.
âI just wanna see you when we talk,â you tell him again and he quickly agrees, settling against the pillows again. âIâm not leaving, Jeonghan.â
He nods with a sigh and brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. âIâm just really sorry I scared you so much. I didnât mean to.â
âI know,â you press a kiss to his cheek, âDonât beat yourself up over it.â
He hums, and you know he wonât listen to you, so you make a note to remind him again tomorrow. For now, you think you both just need some time. You talk some more, ask each other about your days, and when he starts getting too distracted, you snuggle closer to him under the excuse of being tired.Â
Nobody is as doting as Jeonghan, more so when he knows he has something to make up for. He cuddles you for a few more minutes, careful to keep you nice and warm, rubbing your arms and back and whispering in his soft voice. He helps you to bed, tucks you in and gets you anything you need - glass of water, a little snack if you get hungry during the night, he sets up your phone to be charged. But just one word from your lips and heâs under the covers with you, holding you again. When he promises to protect you, you know youâre as safe as you could ever be.
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After Action Review (John Price x Reader)
You and John talk through your argument.
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cw: none - light angst and fluff!
Feedback welcome!
This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U. series, the Masterlist is pinned to my blog.
The slow glide of Johnâs fingertips over your exposed lower back is what ultimately wakes you. Your consciousness is slowly swimming back to the surface when your attention is pulled towards the sensual drag of his skin against yours. Itâs almost enough to make you forget the knifeâs edge of tension that currently exists between you. You barely manage to restrain yourself from stretching along his side and purring, his fingers conjuring delicious hazy memories.
Instead, your hand lands on his ribs, using him as leverage to shimmy yourself back a few inches and create some distance between your bodies. John lets his arm drop away, offering no resistance. Â Â Â
âWhatâs happened?â
You immediately ask, invoking the sort of short hand conversations you and John routinely have, bracing yourself on an elbow to groggily look at his face. His eyes are still closed, the sweep of his dark lashes sending shadows over his cheeks in the weak early morning light. Your eyes are slowly drawn to the bandage around his forearm, the white of the gauze a contrast against his skin. The reality of the past few days lands on your shoulders, urging you to wake.
âGoing to have to narrow it down for me, love.â
His deep voice is sleep roughened; his tone still vaguely dreamy, not following your meaning.
âYour arm, John.â
John cracks an eye cautiously, finding you perched on your elbow staring at him with concern.
âJust a scratch, itâll be fine in a few days, darling.â
âAnd your head? Any better?â
âStill behind my eyes but not as bad.â
You take him at his word, patting his ribs reassuringly as you shift further away from him.
âAlright, Iâm going to make tea. Iâll bring you one?â
Youâre rolling out of bed before he answers, knowing he wonât turn one down no matter what state heâs in. He hums in agreement but otherwise doesnât move, tracking you with his heavy-lidded eyes through the room. In fact, he still hasnât moved when you return, carefully setting the steaming mug down on his bedside table, eyeing his now dozing form. Heâs sprawled his long limbs out in the bed, the indent of your body next to him in the sheets still partially visible.
A prone John is a true anomaly, the man almost always on the move in some respect. It speaks to how poorly heâs feeling that heâs still in bed, basically laid out. You wonder if it might be better to leave him alone to recuperate while you blow on your tea, assessing him. He cracks his eyes open again and finds you staring down at him, undecided.
âIâm alrightâ
Heâs insisting, reading your face without you saying a word.
âYouâre clearly still feeling rough, John. You should rest today.â
âNo, I want to sort this out, I donât like having you upset with me.â
Heâs arguing, looking up at you from the pillows, his eyes looking less bloodshot and more alert. Still, he stays put in bed, watching for your reaction.
âDonât give me reason to be upset with you then.â
âIâm not going to apologize for wanting you safe.â
And just like that, your heart rate kicks up and you are right back in the thick of it with him like the past few days were a bad dream. A surge of adrenaline makes your fingers automatically clench around your mug.
âJohn! Iâm upset with you making unilateral decisions! How am I supposed to keep myself safe if I donât have all the information at hand? And just deciding to take off? Iâm lucky David made the spare room up for me last minute!â
âI only want to protect you, love, I didnât think upsetting you with details was the right thing to do with so much going on.â
âYes! Of course I want details! Jesus John â I donât know. I donât know if I can do this.â
That has his attention and he finally pushes himself into a sitting position with a grunt and a badly hidden grimace, pushing his fingers through his sleep rumpled hair slowly. You can feel a ball in the pit of your stomach and shift from foot to foot, feeling unsettled. Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI meanâŚit was one thing to be your friend when you were off doing this dangerous stuff but now â maybe youâre right. Maybe Iâm not cut out for it. I donât think I managed a full breath until I saw you yesterday, I was so worried. And I deserve to be a partner, not just someone to be managed.â
You have to pause to take a sip of your tea before your shaking hands spill the hot liquid, your emotions hammering through you. John pounces on the interruption, his face is drawn and serious.
âIâm not taking more contracts. This was a one-time thing, darling. The break-in, the mission, itâs over now. Iâm done. Properly retired.â
You look at him, unconvinced and he scratches his jaw, his lips pressed together in a thin line before he continues.
âBut youâre right. Iâm used to making decisions for people and being in control of situations- â
You canât stop the sarcastic laugh that bubbles out at that understatement. He pauses and then carries on, clearing his throat.
âIâm still adjusting to civilian life, darling. Patience.â
âJohn, you thinking youâre in charge of everything is nothing new. Get real. I just thought you would consider me before you made a decision like taking off for a mission with a few hoursâ notice. Iâm not worth the time it takes to have a conversation? You made me feel like an afterthought, what I wanted didnât even matter to you.â
âOf course it matters to me what you want. Darling, youâre all I think about. When I got home and you werenât here-â
âDoesnât feel good, does it? To not be considered? Why should I tell you my plans when you donât include me in yours?â
You canât temper the petulant tone that bleeds through your voice even though you hate how it makes you sound like a whiny teenager. John groans, rubbing his palms over his face and the motion reminds you that despite holding his own heâs still not recovered. You sigh and take a step away from the bed, shaking your head in annoyance. You can feel your heart pounding against your breastbone, the effort of trying to make John understand your point of view making your entire body thrum in agitation. If you could pace without spilling your tea, you would. Â Â
âJustâŚget some rest, John. Letâs try to figure this out later- â
This raises his alarm, and he leans forward, his eyebrows raised and face earnest. Suggesting more space to John seems to be akin to suggesting he cut his own hand off and he reacts strongly.
âNo! No, youâre right. I should have looped you in on what was happening even if I thought it would upset you. I should have talked to you when I got the call about the mission. I thought I was doing the right thing by shielding you, but waiting for you to get back and not knowing what was going onâŚIâm not a fan of the shoe being on the other foot. Message received.â
Johnâs tone is pained, his hand reaching out for yours instinctively. You pause, considering for a moment. The stricken expression on his face is pulling on your heart strings, making your resolve bend. Heâs genuinely contrite, your ill-fated last-minute jaunt to your brotherâs home seemingly killing two birds with one stone after all. He takes another breath and pushes on, his voice softening and dropping into his lower register.
âIâm sorry darling. I should have been honest with you, and included you in the conversation. I thought I was protecting you. Iâd do anything for you, love, you have to know that. Itâs always about you. Please. Stay.â Â Â
His hand slowly wraps around your free hand, the warmth of his touch radiating up your wrist. You let him; your barely touched tea cradled in your other hand. Your eyes find his and you lock gazes, the hesitancy in you melting slowly under his steady scrutiny. You let him reel you in, setting your mug down on the bedside table before he drags you over his lap and back in to bed. A muffled squeak forces itself out of your lungs as John twists over you, pressing you down into the pile of pillows and curling around you as if heâs afraid youâre going to make a break for it.
âJohn, you muppet, go easy.â
Youâre gripping his bicep, your hair tousled and Johnâs half lidded eyes on your face. He ignores you and his chest rumbles against you as he speaks, brushing your hair back from your face gently with his fingers.
âI donât scare easy love, but I nearly lost it when I got home and couldnât find you.â
Johnâs words come more easily when heâs got his hands on you. You idly think how youâre the opposite, needing space to corral your thoughts. You canât summon the heart to separate yourself from him at the moment though and try to stay focused.
âI was hurt John, I just wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. I havenât been that upset with you in god knows how long. I thought you trusted me.â
âI do darling. I love you. I only ever want whatâs best for you. You have to believe that.â
âI really donât like how you went about it.â
âI know, it was poorly done, love. Iâm going to do better if youâll let me.â
You hum in agreement, finally giving in and stroking your palm over his wiry beard, smoothing the stray hairs back into place. Johnâs eyes drift closed again at your light touch. It feels fragile, the truce between you, like the slightest jostle will upend it. You need reassurance that he meant what he said earlier.
âNo more contracts?â
âNone. Youâll tell me when you go somewhere next?â
âYes, but I think Iâd prefer it if you come with me. It was hard being there with Davidâs family. I mean, theyâre lovely and it was good to see them but... they were so happy together and I missed you so much. I was so worried John. I love you too.â
The tears come almost immediately, choking off your throat. Johnâs palm cradles the back of your head as you tuck your face into his shoulder, wiping your cheeks on his shirt. You force the rest of the thought out, your voice unsteady.
âI hate that we fought before you left, if anything happened to you, I couldnât live with myself - â
âShh, itâs alright. That part of my life is over now, love. We donât need to worry about that, yeah?â
The slow stroke of his thumb over the base of your skull is soothing and you jerkily nod, dislodging the tears on your bottom lashes. John kisses your forehead, his bristly whiskers tickling your delicate skin.
âIâm sorry I derailed Christmas, darling. But Iâm glad if you went anywhere, you went to see David. What did he say about you moving in?â
âI didnât tell him; I didnât want to get in to it.â
You admit, your voice wobbling slightly, the unspoken âon my ownâ hanging over the end of your sentence. You busy yourself twisting your fingers in the sleeve of Johnâs shirt, his big palm stroking your side, following your curves. John waits a beat before he speaks.
âAre we going to be alright, love?â
âI-I think so, youâre going to talk to me, yeah? I want to be involved in decisions.â
John hums in agreement, his palm resting on your hip as he kisses your forehead again. You release his sleeve from your grip and press your palm against his chest, tilting your head back so you can see his face.
âAre you alright?â
âJust stay with me for a little while?â
âOf course.â
You stroke his beard again, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. One easily turns into two, and your hand retraces its path into his hair. You can feel John droop against you, the tension bleeding out of his body as you massage his scalp again. The two of you share air for a few moments, foreheads pressed together, cocooned in the pillows. You give one last peck to his lips before cradling his head to your chest and stroking his hair slowly. John is seemingly content to let you pet him, nestled against the soft curves of your body. Eventually, you can tell when sleep starts to tug him under again, his breathing slowing and evening out. You stay curled around each other until late in the morning, when your stomach starts to cramp from hunger, forcing you to gingerly extract yourself and scavenge in the kitchen while John dozes on.
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2023 In Review (Indie Games)
Last year's! | 2021
I apologize in advance for how long this might be. As a reminder, I don't bash games here so even if I hated something with every fiber of my being...I ain't sharing. As a second reminder, my more in depth reviews and live blogging has moved to Gem's Game Gems so I don't clutter the HBG's main blog. Okay. ON WITH THE REVIEW!!
DEMOS
Diffraction (Demo)- A rainy day otome indeed. I love the quiet gentleness of this game, the two romance options, and the fact that our MC is a photographer and struggling with her art and stack of life "failures" (because...SAME!!)
Alaris - I was asleep and now I am awake: I came late for the advertised fae and dragon lore, stayed seated and waiting for Fenir zjgjdf. Oh, and I guess the mystery surrounding our MC's abilities LOL.
The Summit Library - When I say I was maaaaaad when I realized I blew through chapter 1 and would have to go back to waiting for more content??? LOL, I was very miffed. Anyhoo, check out this title for the gorgeous art, another intriguing mystery (like what is *up* with the magic in the poor library?? who or what is to blame?? đ) and of course the lovely characters we've been introduced to thus far.
Of Sense and Soul - I'm a regency romance girl. Like after you strip away the other stuff, I am but a poor woman with simple needs: a good ass love story đ¤§đ It's about the yearning and the slow burn and the will they/won't they/PLEASEEE they...I've never been so charmed by a demo, and the full game is going to be amazing I just know it!
Made Marion - This project is a game I've been keeping tabs on for a hot minute but hadn't taken the time to sit and properly enjoy the demo. I'M SO GLAD I DID!!! It's in early access now, so I'm hoping eventually I'll be able to carve out some time to play, but guysss Velvet Cupcake is doing the Thing?!? No idea which love interest I'll go for first, but I had a fun time meeting the Nottingham peeps in the demo.
Herotome (Super Demo) - Oh gosh. Oh gosh oh gosh oh my GOSHHH. Where do I even began?? (Really the question is where the hell do I end because this is one of those projects I talk about a lot/think about a lot and surprisingly haven't run out of things to say zkjfksjd). Another game I've been following for a while, it 100% lives up to the superhero genre in its aesthetic, the characters you interact with, the music and sound design, and of course the slowly unfurling story. Jade and Mia had come out as my top faves, Warden is still there, like hovering in the backgroud, shhhh but I have a special place in my heart for Griffin too (that conversation we have with her?? I have so many screenshots just so I can go back and reread and sear the words in my brain. Like a weirdo. Yup.)
Celestial Crowns - Stats building, celestial royalty, dating sim where you fuck around and find out your choices directly affect your MC's personality?? I'm sat. I supported the Kickstarter and now I try to practice patience for the full game's release siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighh.
OTOME/JOSEI JAM
Please note this is a SUPER abridged list for my sanity and I fell a little more in love with these 2 jams with each entry I played...
Intertwine - As embarrassing as it sounds, I've never given much thought to the "red string" thing, and I consume more than enough romance media LOL!! But Van is suuuuuch a beautiful man, the UI for this game is so interactive and lovely, the music is ALSO lovely, just lovely-love all the way around teehee. (Also this game encourages replayabillity so like, do with that info what you will.)
Spring Boy [Demo] - I believe this game is going through a complete rehaul, so my thoughts and feelings refer to the original jam entry I played. The art is bright and cute and it's a super super short demo, but I was intrigued by the other student we meet on our mission to plead with our professor about our bombed exam lol!
Assignment Due: Project Blue - IRl group projects??? Suck absolute ass. Group projects with a guy name Asher?? Suddenly it's my new favorite thing in the world đ
Cryptid Campaign Manager [DEMO] - Remember the last time I looked over a cryptid dating sim??? Remember how I was SUCH a fool?? Good thing I didn't make that mistake again!! The prologue is such a tease but you get an idea of what the full game is gonna be like, and I'm excited to see where my career involving love (and politics) goes!
Heart Cage [Demo] - Yoooooo I stay my ass far far far away from yanderes (could never get into the trope or the character type). WELP. Guess I just needed to keep searching because I really downloaded this off a whim--well, the whim being one of my fellow dev peers playing and rating-- and proceeded to get sucked in đ¤§I thought being a detective would be the highlight, but I guuuueeesssss I was more into the romance options than I thought. Oops.
Evernight - I tried to explain what this game meant to me on the side blog, but words failed me. I still don't know what to say other than I loved it?? Which is like ummm I say I love everything, and yeah I'm easy to please BUT Y'ALLLLLL if you play no other game, play this one. Please. Date a werewolf. Or a vampire. Or a fae. Plz. Also figuring out the mystery of your MC's abilities and past is just delightful, ugh.
Bright Oak (demo) - Anotha one I wrote about on the side blog!!! Play this one!!! The writing is lush and atmospheric and the characters are all delightful and it's another game with a mystery to untangle!
The Faithfulness of the Universe- This one gets the award for most unique all around entry that I played. Theeeeee prettiest pixel art to bless my eyeballs, and this tasty mystery concerning Fate and witch Faustina's future (or lack thereof đ) and what it all means. As a player I very much want to know what it all means!
A Cup For All Seasons - Another game that needs its flowers y'all. It's short but super healing and super cozy and the voice acting and music really tie the gaming experience together???
The Working Woman's Guide to Burning Bridges - DEMO - It's the way I played the demo twice and I've been thinking about it ever since đđđđ obviously life happens and things come up, plus this was a demo. But. BUT!!! I am on my hands and knees prayinnggg the team gets together again to finish the game. I love playing as a stressed, lowkey bitter hot mess who doesn't have her life together đsomehow the fictional version is soooo much more entertaining!!!
Keyframes (Spring Demo) - After the game College Craze, this is legit THE college, slice of life visual novel of my dreams. I cannot wait for the updated demo next year, and the Kickstarter whenever that rolls around. And now that the developer is on Tumblr, I've definitely been stalking the account and reading each new post like it's my day/night/weekend job đ¤§
Hello Counsel đ - Okay I take it back, Evernight is like a 20/10 but Hello Counsel is like an 100/10 đď¸đđď¸ This game is necessary for my mental, emotional, physical, and spiritual health, alright? The banter â
the character designs â
the music â
the sizzling chemistry between Poise and Salem â
I wish this game had more buzz because IT'S SO GOOD!!! (also the dev, Miseri, is who I wanna be when I grow up. I've made it through almost their whole backlog of games and there are no misses and EVERY game is different from the rest and it makes it hard for a toodler dev--ME--to cope LOL)
Candied Hearts - Isekaied into a candy themed game?? Sign me TF UP!!! (Peppermint I love you dearly, you must understand.)
Fully Released & Played (at least 1 playthrough)
The Knight's Dilemma - I don't even know how I originally stumbled upon this??? I just know it had been in my backlog for a hot minute and I was intrigued enough to save it way back when. Y'ALL WHY DIDN'T I PLAY SOONER SKJFHFJFH! There's a couple different endings, I loved the voice direction, AND it's such a simple concept of a game that was just executed beautifully.
Trouble Comes Twice - If I had to make a top 5 list of romance VNs, guess who makes the list?? Guess. Guess guess guess. Have you guessed yet??? LOL! I have been in love with TCT since it's development days and with each passing month, waiting in anticipation, playing the Pateron beta builds, screaming on the main blog about every single thought I had about Jace and Hazel (shoutout to Jace for helping me figure out *me*) Lol if you're curious about said thoughts, those posts are on this blog and not the side blog.
Aelfric the Wondrous - 10/10 would love to forget my first play through JUST to have that experience fresh again đđđCute and funny and a wonderful parody type game all around.
A Summer's End - Hong Kong 1986 - Goodness, there's no excuse for why this took me years to finish but anyhoo, I finished, I loved it, I recommend it! It's romantic and achingly authentic and the art is soooo gorgeous I literally can't stand it đ
The Things You Do For Love - Unhinged yandere manages to entertain and garner sympathy and laughter from Gemini. And that poly ending is chef's kiss too????
Band Camp Boyfriend - There are a handful of games I found and loved before I began my game development journey, and this is one of them. BCB is so dear to me, because of the story and characters but also because of the Dynamic Duo creators and their team behind the scenes. I was never a band kid I was a chorus kid but just as the band geeks loved this game to pieces, us normal folks do too!! Even the boys who I didn't like I STILL managed to find joy in playing their routes (still have a few more to finish at the time of this posting lol, GOTTA GET THE FINAL ROUTE YO). Anyway, this game more than delivered for me and I hope more people keep discovering it!!
Belle Automata: Chronicle I [RELEASED] - While only Chronicle 1 is out at the time of this posting, I already know that the 2nd and 3rd parts are going to be just as amazing???? I wrote about this one on the side blog, so here's my copypaste that still rings true: Â
I love TNP (The Nightmare Prince) but Victorâs route hit the sweet spot for me. Maybe itâs the slow(er) burn nature of this route, maybe itâs the reserved nature of Victor and watching him slowly start to care (AND NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THOSE FEELINGS TEEHEE) for me.
A Date with Death - I wrote about this on the side blog--again--. The demo. And then right after finishing a route. And then again where I was fully awake and still managed to sound deranged. No copypaste for that, I shall be nice. But yeah!! Another game where I was screaming at the sky about how much I love it and how I'll never know peace as long as I live.
Our Life: Baxter DLC - I need to offer an official apology to both Cove and Derek because falling head over heels, down the stairs, crashing into the parking lot, falling again but down a manhole for Baxter's infuriating ass was NOT on my 2023 bingo board??? HELLO???? I bought his DLC just to complete my OL collection. Was not expecting to love it this much. Was not expecting to be called to write fanfic and abandon all responsibilities to do this. WHILE DOWN WITH COVID TOO. Allow me to play the song of my people. *Send in the Clowns plays*
Our Cinderella - (this is so funny I'm taking about a side game before the main game LOLOLOLOL) Guys. Guysss. You guyyyysss đĽšif you're looking for a cozy, hilarious, equally oddly and wonderfully sweet short game, this is the one!! You may have your personal favorite Iggy ship (like me) but all the pairings are so amazing and just make sense lol!
Wylde Flowers - This is the only non visual novel game on here but it gets the spotlight because I did NOT spend 90+ hours on this game to gatekeep this beauty. No. It the coziest, the funniest, the funnest, the most addictive Switch game (after Teacup) I've ever played.
Fully Released (& still on 1st playthrough)
Garden of Seif: Chronicles of an Assassin - Life kicked my butt and then sat on me SO while I finally got my grubby hands on the full copy, I still have only played the entirety of the demo. But. We will return to this in 2024 and hopefully I'll have a full review for the next wrap up!
Our Wonderland - I looked back at the side blog and I can't believe it was only THIS year that I started OW??? Because I'd known of the game and the dev for longer than that??? So basically what I'm saying is that I was chicken shit for longer than I've been in love with this world that Developer Carrot has created kjzhhshggj. But OMG to get me, who is scared oh so easily to get hella invested in this clearly labeled horror game??????????????? And even with shit gets super absurd and hella disturbing, I cannot stop playing. At the time of this post, I'm only in Act 4, hence the category above, but it's only because I play each act in a sitting and lose track of space and time and myself. That's a compliment btw.
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Okie!! That's 2023 in a nutshell! I played a looooot of really good games this year and while I would have liked to talk about them all, I think this list provides a nice overview.
Let me know if we share any favorites!
- Gemini đ
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Homestuck: Beyond Canon Upd8 for August 11, 2024
So I've heard we have an upd8 today! And we've got a news post too! Right off the bat, we'll have another chapter "a little later in the month." Guess I'll have to keep my ear to the ground. Not sure there's an extension out there that can determine when the team upd8s a Ren'py game attached to their website.
I haven't been able to support the Patreon for a bit, so I'm unaware of the music previews James mentions. His little spiel makes me worried he might go Grimdark at some point . . .
We've still got another collab in the works, but we don't have the details yet. And yeah, I've been experiencing heat where I live that definitely slowed me down a peg.
On to the upd8!
Holy crap! Year 4!
Even with the realizations she made before, apparently this is still really slow going.
Nanna!
Oh wow! She's literally growing up! Wherever she is, she's physically aging in what is probably real time. Here's a shot from the last blog for comparison.
Her hair and horns are both longer, she's taller in frame, her neck is longer, and her eyes and mouth sit smaller on her face. Somehow though, she's still fitting into her outfit. Wonder if they're letting her alchemize new clothes?
Oh man! We've apparently missed some reconciliation with Eridan, John, and Kanaya! I feel especially robbed about missing out on the Kanaya portion. But we all know who the "HER" is. Though it would be a hilarious fake out if it was Nepeta or Feferi!
Hah! We apparently have both Nannasprites here!
Vriska does not say no to cookies!
We get another callback to Vriska's previous adventures as she remembers talking to John about their relationships with their ancestors. But she apparently doesn't understand how humans can have family ties. At least she seems more curious about it now.
Of course Nanna would have to describe having a child as having "novelty". It's nice to see a little bit more background on this version of Jane.
Vriska just cannot get past the idea why anyone would put up with a baby given the unavoidable accidents.
Nannasprite has apparently seen everything Jane has accomplished and is, at the very least, curious how things might have turned out if she hadn't settled down.
Wow. That had to really suck. Nana never felt loved or even wanted before she settled down. That might have been why finding someone who did love her and want to start a family with her caused her to change all her plans.
This is another attitude that Vriska previously would never have considered. She was always certain she had to be best, had to surpass every expectation, and very much felt she had a destiny to fulfill. The idea that someone would just "give up" on all that and do their own thing is more alien to her than humanity itself.
Wow! Vriska was actually mindful she might have lost her cool and genuinely apologized! She is learning!
And some genuine affection here too.
Wait! That's broken Paradox Space! Is Vriska facing Game Over Terezi?
And these are Vriska's typing quirks! Wait! Does she have to come to terms with Game Over Vriska? AKA (Vriska)? Does she have to reconcile with herself?
Wait! Mindfang? Does she have to come to terms with her relationship with Mindfang? If that's the case, no wonder she's not getting anywhere. Everything else has probably been about figuring out what the other person wants. But Vriska's problem was she was always trying to live up to Mindfang, an extremely poor example and role model. In this case, she almost certainly need to stop caring about what Mindfang might want.
Oh! It's not Mindfang! It's Vriska's idea of her, all wrapped up in her relationship with her lusus. It's basically both of Vriska's parental figures rolled into one.
She definitely needs to not give a shit about what this entity wants! While there is value in understanding who her lusus was and who Mindfang was, there is no value in engaging with them. This is all about Vriska learning how trying to live up to their needs and expectations, instead of living up to her own desires, caused her so much pain and heartache.
Heh! "Momfang."
Wow! They really are wrapped into one!
Also I can't decide if this reminds me more of the Venom symbiote or Conceptual Hair.
It is important that Vriska recognizes that these two entities were formative to her. But I really feel like that's all there is here. Understanding who they were and the impact they had on her life. The next revelation is that this doesn't need to define her.
Momfang's words echo a lot of Vriska's own thoughts and words on death and murder. Whether she, or indeed we, like it or not, Vriska does need to forgiver herself for her past. But not by accepting the violent environment as justification. She needs to understand that while she has extenuating circumstances for what she did, Vriska still did those things. She has to come to terms with that and forgive herself for it.
Vriska has learned from Vrissy! Suffering is not what makes you strong. Just as the muscles of a body builder tend to be weaker, more limited, and even useless compared to those of an athlete, suffering often comes with just as much that weakens you. Strength always has to come from within. Someone's strength who gets there through finding something or someone to be strong for is just as valid as someone who gets there through pursuit of an ambition is just as valid as someone who gets there through hardship is just as valid as, well, any path that gets you there. It's a bitter pill if you're the one who's suffered. But it is the truth.
Even on Alternia, none of this was ever fine. Even by their standards, her childhood was full of abuse and violence.
Man! The team is determined to make Momfang's twisting form as creepy as they can for mostly still images!
I don't know if Beforan Lusus could be like this, or if this quirk was part of Scratch's work. But we clearly see that some Lusus just weren't good guardians, despite coevolution. "But so are some parents!" I hear you cry! That's still different. While it's possible in the vast variety of humanity to be raised by a true monster, most abusive parents are still human. There are paths victims of abuse can take to find comfort or even peace and understanding because of this.
Vriska's "mom" is literally a spider, an animalistic predator. "HUNGRY. KILL. FUCK. EAT. FEED." On earth, even when spiders demonstrate sentience and intelligence, it is from an entirely different evolutionary path. We could not relate to the mind of a spider. And neither can Vriska.
There are many reasons why a parent may become abusive.
Vriska's was abusive because that helped it find prey.
Yep. This is not about what Momfang wants. It's about what Vriska wants. "And wasn't considering it now, to 8e clear." Again. Spider!
Huh! But that doesn't stop Vriska's image of Mindfang from being curious.
Vriska knows part of what's wrong. But as most of us know all too well, knowing what a problem is only the first step in fixing it. All you can do is try to catch yourself when "you're doing it again," while also trying to not make that become something you're constantly on guard about.
"Oh my god. Tavros was right!!!!!!!!!"
As was Nannasprite! You're supposed to learn form each of these "sessions" and use that to help with the next.
Now I'm sure that "h8r" is talking about Terezi.
We've often believed that what we read of Mindfang's journal was tame. Homesmut Mindfang is apparently canon.
No Momfang! No! You do not get to use Mayor callbacks!
"What will you do?"
Vriska knows what she wants. How does she prove it? Killing or being eaten seems like it's just more of the same. This could just be as simple as walking away.
Only way to win is not to play. It was always a false binary. There was always another option, it was just a case of seeing it.
Happy Vriska is best Vriska!
Yep! Just walk away!
Yeah, no! No hug for you!
Can't decide if I like "Gestalt of Rivia" or "Hierarchy of Arachneeds" more!
Let's not stop there though! I feel like we know enough now about how this works to start making some predictions.
So the Cueball suggests Scratch. He also played a great role in Vriska's life and actions. How Vriska needs to grow past him is trickier. Scratch was only ever using her, and I'm pretty sure Vriska knows this. Now she's dealt with Momfang, though, I don't think she'd get hung up on him. He is considerably cannier than Momfang, but this still feels like a misdirect. It could potentially lead to Rose. She's the other Hero of Light after all, and she and Vriska have both Scratch and the Cueball in common. I'm willing to bet Vriska didn't take enough advantage of Rose's presence on the meteor. This might create a scenario where she just has to learn from her fellow Hero.
Then we have a feather. This is probably the hardest to draw any conclusions from. The only character in Homestuck connected to feathers is Dave. Another potential hero to learn from. It's just hard to imagine not having to reconcile with Terezi, and I'm pretty sure she's not the 8ball. But I also can't think of how the feather connects her to . . .
Scales! It's a bit of a reach, but scales and feathers do have a connection. Also, why would Vriska have a feather? Maybe it's a quill that she used in her FLARPing days? Either way, I'm gonna say the feather is Terezi. Mostly because it's what I want.
The 8ball will be (Vriska). Vriska needs to come to terms with her Game Over self. She needs to realize that it not only was she wrong to look down on her, but that (Vriska) was always right to just look for happiness. (Vriska) was always valid and deserves to lose those parenthesis. Even if they are really convenient.
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Do you have any advice for writing an intense, overwhelming chase scene?
So, this is a little unusual, in that it's something I haven't really thought a lot about.
For a real world situation, the process is to identify or create an opening, and escape. Usually this advice is more focused for situations for situations where someone's cornered you.
Also, the real world advice is to avoid a chase if at all possible. You don't want to get into a situation where you're directly testing your endurance against your enemy.
As for writing a chase scene. This is one of those times when you want to be efficient with your words, keep things as concise as possible. When you get more verbose it âslows downâ the scene because it is literally slowing your reader's progress down.
Chases can be very logistically intensive for you, simply because you need a fairly coherent mental image of how the locations in your story fit together. Maps can be extremely helpful for this, whether you choose to share them or not.
I don't think I've talked about this on the blog, maps can be very helpful for getting a concrete image of how your world is put together, though, they can also, easily, start soaking up more time than the value they offer. That said, even pretty crude maps could be very useful in planning a chase scene. This is one of the times when your world needs to lock together into a unified space, instead of being able to move characters between loosely connected locations.
If you want the reader to have a detailed mental image for the locations, then you should probably have them in those spaces before the chase. Though, this is a situation where some, âstock locations,â could work for you. Liminal spaces can work pretty well for this, because most of your readers are going to have a preexisting basis for understanding what those areas look like. For example: even if their image of an airport causeway is different from yours, you'll both be close enough to the same space that you shouldn't run into many problems where you need to define the entire area.
It's also worth considering that as the chase progresses, it's possible to get gradually more verbose. As mentioned above, this will slow the reader, and as a result the scene, but it can convey the loss of inertia as your character tires or finds themselves having to slow down because they're now in unfamiliar (and possibly unsafe) territory, without being extremely direct about your character's exhaustion. This is an area that can benefit from some pretty careful word selection to hint at fatigue without outright stating it.
I do apologize that this is all pretty high level, concept advice, and a lot of this can be applied in other contexts. And, a lot of the above advice are things to keep in mind for all of your writing, but chases do stress these specific parts of your writing and world building.
Beyond that, it's the normal advice: Remember your world is a living place, so other people would be going about their daily lives while the chase rampages through. Remember persistence consequences, such as prior injuries, or injuries inflicted during the chase. Chases might lead into situations where other kinds of consequences might become unexpectedly relevant, such as your character being forced to run through the territory of a gang they angered earlier in the story. This is an opportunity to bring in unexpected consequences. Even if you don't stick to it, at least have an initial idea for what you want from the chase, then let the sequence play out as you go. (Cleaning this up is what rewrites are for, but it is important to let the chase flow, before you go back and worry about cleaning it up.)
Like I said at the beginning, this is something I don't generally think about, so it's been a bit before I could get back to this question, and I hope this helps.
-Starke
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Heyyy, I don't know if this will actually be read or not. I'm pretty much just a random Tumblr user and scroll every now and then. I followed this page right when I started using Tumblr and it has always brought a smile to my face or at least pushed me to keep a little hope in me.
Recently, I've been struggling a lot, to say the least. A lot of issues all at once and absolutely no one to fall back on. Objectively I know that I can count on myself to solve my issues as I always have but nowadays all I want is some company, someone to pretend to care, to ask me how I am.
Anyway, seems like perhaps that won't be the case. It's been a little harder to accept that recently.
Sorry for ranting.
Just wanted to say that your blog posts still somehow always bring a tiny hint of a smile on my face. Thank you.
You never have to apologize for ranting! I might be slow to respond because I have papers to write, but I read and send care and love to all my asks, even if I don't respond promptly.
It's really hard to not have someone to lean on; part of being human is desiring connection. I know that saying things like 'building up community takes a while but going to community events or joining a local class or club' isn't super helpful so I will say that people are more willing to help than you might know. Even if now sucks there is a future waiting for you.
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