#the things you get hooked on in quarantine...

[passionpluto]

guess who has two thumbs, turns 29 today, and has to work a saturday shift in nine hours?

(at least all i had to say to get out of rando acquaintances' eurovision parties this year was "i work retail and i'm pushing 30")

[springtyme]

You asked for Spencer-centric thoughts, and i shall deliver!

You cannot tell me that that during quarantine, reader and husband spencer didn’t do a wordle and the nyt mini crossword first thing in the morning. I just imagine r just doing it one day and technophobe spence absolutely clueless, yet intrigued and immediately getting hooked on them.

Anyways, thanks for helping all the hot people stay delusional xoxo

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡

Spencer Reid x reader || Masterlist || Spencer playlist

Omg, anon, your mind!!! this is just simply *chefs kiss 😙👌 and totally something husband!Spencer would do! (Ugh, I need him so bad!) and I'm always down to keep the hotties delusional 💕 thank you so much for sending this in, lovie!

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The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the bedroom where you lie in bed, still under the covers. It is another day of quarantine, another day of uncertainty and isolation. But thankfully, you are not alone.

Spencer, your husband of three years, is fast asleep next to you, his messy hair spread out on the pillow and his lips slightly parted. You can’t help but smile at the sight of him, so peaceful and serene in his slumber. 

With a sleepy smile, you grab your phone, there is still over half an hour till your alarm goes off. That is one of the nicer things that has come out of this whole ordeal, the extra time in the morning now that you have to work from home, and all the extra time you get to spend with Spencer is so precious to you. 

You can’t help but snap a quick picture of him as he lays there, he looks so peaceful and relaxed, and it is moments like these that you want to capture and keep forever, smiling to yourself as you make it your new home screen. 

You quickly scroll through your notifications, checking in on the latest news and messages before opening up the Wordle app. As you begin to fill in the letters, Spencer begins to slowly stir beside you. “Morning,” he murmurs before letting out a little yawn.

You look over at him, his eyes still half closed. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” you say with a chuckle, leaning over to plan a soft kiss on his cheek. Spencer grumbles in response, still half-asleep but clearly enjoying the affection.

He stretches languidly, his arm brushing against yours, sending a spark of warmth through you. “What time is it?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.

“It’s still early,” you reply, showing him the screen of your phone. “We have some time before we need to get up.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Spencer mumbles, leaning into your touch as you run your fingers through his tousled hair with your nondominant hand while you continue to play the game, occasionally glancing over at Spencer as he slowly wakes up. The sunlight fills the room more and more, illuminating the warmth of the moment between the two of you.

“What are you up to?” he asks, as he finally opens his eyes fully, looking at the phone screen curiously.

You chuckle softly as he squints his eyes to better see the colorful grid of letters on your phone.“It’s just this word game I'm playing. I have to guess a five-letter word in six tries, and it gives me feedback on each guess. It’s pretty fun, actually. You wanna try?”

Spencer nods, still somewhat confused but willing to give it a try. You hand him the phone, and he furrows his brow in concentration as he studies the letters on the screen. After a few moments of contemplation, he tentatively enters his first guess. You watch with amusement as he receives the feedback and starts to strategize his next move, sitting himself up to rest his back against the headboard, reaching for his glasses on the bedside table.  

You can’t help but smile at his focus, his dedication to this simple word game making you love him even more. As he continues to guess and receive feedback, you snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Wow, you’re good at this,” you comment, it never never ceases to amaze you how his brilliant mind can adapt to new challenges with such ease.

“I guess all those hours of reading dictionaries finally paid off,” he jokes, chuckling at his own nerdiness.

He quickly finishes the game and looks at you triumphantly, a proud smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself. You laugh, giving him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek. “Good job, smarty pants,” you tease, feeling grateful for these simple moments of joy and connection with your husband. 

“Can I do another one?” he asks eagerly, his eyes bright with excitement.

“Sorry, babe, there is only one a day, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow”you say, ruffling his hair playfully. “But we can play together again tomorrow morning if you want.” 

Spencer pouts exaggeratedly, but then shrugs with a smile. “Alright, I’ll hold you to that.” 

“But the New York Times has a crossword puzzle we can do together if you want,” you suggest, knowing how much Spencer loves a good challenge. His eyes light up at the mention of the crossword puzzle, and he eagerly agrees.  

“You think I can get that Wordle thing on my phone too?” Spencer asks, reaching for his own phone, which he usually only uses for phone calls and texting, despite him being a walking oracle of knowledge not very tech-savvy and not very fond of technology. 

You laugh at his eagerness, nodding in approval. “Of course, I’ll help you get it set up,” you say, enjoying his enthusiasm. You can’t help but smile as the device lights up, the lock screen displaying a picture of the two of you on your last vacation, arms around each other, smiling brightly into the camera.

As you show Spencer how to download the app and set it up on his phone, you feel a surge of gratitude for the life you have built together. Despite the challenges of quarantine and the uncertainty of the future, you find solace in the warmth of your relationship and the simple joy of spending time with each other.

With the app up and running on Spencer’s phone, you both settle back against the pillows, ready to tackle the crossword puzzle together. As you work through the clues and fill in the boxes, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. The worries and stresses of the outside world fade away, replaced by the simple pleasure of being with the person you love.

The room fills with the sound of your laughter and playful banter as you work together to solve the puzzle. Spencer’s intelligence and wit never fail to impress you, and you feel fortunate to have him by your side, especially during these trying times.

After successfully completing the crossword puzzle, you both set aside your phone and cuddle up together, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence before you eventually have to get up and join your zoom meetings.

As you snuggle closer to Spencer, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, you can’t help but appreciate the love and companionship you share. “I’m so grateful that it is you that I’m stuck with,” you say softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

Spencer turns to look at you, his eyes soft with affection. “I feel the same way, my love,” he replies, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. You lean into the kiss, feeling a rush of love and gratitude wash over you. “But we better get up and start our day,” Spencer says, reluctantly pulling away from you. You nod in agreement, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed but knowing that the he is right.

With a shared sigh, you both get out of bed and start your morning routines, enjoying the simple moments of togetherness as you go about your day. The sun continues to shine through the windows, casting a warm glow over your home as you and Spencer get through the day. 

And as the day comes to a close, you both settle back in bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms, the warmth of your love and companionship surrounding you like a protective shield. And as you drift off to sleep, you know that as long as you have each other, you can face whatever life throws your way.

[strawberrynightmere]

heyyyy <3 can i request an andrew x virgin insecure reader? i feeln kind of angsty tday :')

if you do smut, id like to request him taking like readers virginity (no ashley, no incest.)

It took me a long while of thinking of whether I should write it or not.

I'm not very good at writing smut, but I hope this is good enough.

Headlock [Decay! Andrew x Fem! Reader]

Warning ⚠️ : dark content, toxic friendship(?) (Ashley), mentioned murder, sexual content/18+/nsft(?), I have no idea how the Decay route goes, but neither do you, so let's half-ass it. It had a plot, but that got dropped halfway. The title? I guess. Again, I'm not good at this.

A/n: it's not exactly as requested

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How did you get involved in this? It all started when a 'parasite' was found in the buildings' water pipes and the inhabitants got quarantine. Only later did you find out that you were all being starved to death so your organs could be harvested.

Why you were still staying with the Graves siblings is a question you had no answer for. Was it because you three were criminals, or simply because you didn't want to be alone anymore? Maybe the quarantine did its toll on your mental wellbeing?

Who knows?

Andrew was nice, normal-ish, and chill person to be around. Maybe you caught some feelings for the guy, but let's be honest, compared to the crimes you committed with them, your "little" crush is the last thing to come to your mind.

And then there's Ashley...

She tends to be, how would you put it? Brutally honest? Sometimes rude? Wellmeaning... in her own twisted way? Alright, now you're just trying to defend her. She tends to passive-aggressive comments about your body as if she knows about your insecurities. For some god forsaken reason, you just chuck it up and think it's her messed up way of helping, even if her comments did make you cry once you were alone.

Yeah, it's terrible.

But there were times when you two would just interact normally. And by that, I mean you just listened to her talk and complained about Andrew on what he did or who he was with.

You noted not to interact with him when she was around.

But boy, oh boy! Did things drastically change when Andrew came back alone.

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You jolted when the door of the motel room was busted open. To your relief, it was just Andrew. But where is Ashley?

"Where's Ashley?"

"She's not gonna be a problem anymore."

"What do you mean by..." You end up trailing off as you notice the blood on his hands.

"Exactly what I said." He replied.

What are you going to do now... how are you supposed to react to the news that Andrew just brought?

"Wh- ha?! What are we gonna do now?"

Andrew just rubbed his face, clearly tired.

"I'll think about it tomorrow." What sort of crap answer was that?! He just killed his own sister and the only one who could get visions. now what are you gonna do?

"I took the charm. We can still use it."

Oh... Well, alright.

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One of Andrew's arms held you in a headlock, and with his free hand, he was rubbing your clit in circles.

You try to keep your moans down, as you were embarrassed by the sound that could get out. Mind you, this was your first time being intimate with someone.

To your unfortunate surprise, Andrew gently bit and licked from the nape of your neck going upwards, which made you gasp loudly. He quickened the pace in with his fingers, making you get out small whimpers as you felt close to cuming. However, Andrew had other things in mind as he removes his fingers from your clit and gets you to to turn around and face him.

For a scrawny-looking guy, he sure had a lot of strength and stamina.

He hooked one of your legs around his waist as you held on to his shoulders, trying to keep yourself balanced. You feel his hand hold your lower back, and you feel the tip of his dick rubbing your clit before moving straight to your hole.

You slapped your hand across your nose and mouth to block out the sound that was gonna abruptly come out of your mouth.

"You're gonna fall like that." The first thing he said since you started this. Andrew guided both of your arms around his neck. "Now hold on tight." He warned before hooking your other leg around his waist. You quietly whine when you feel his member rubbing up and down against your walls as he moves you both to the bed.

Your back hits the soft mattress, your legs loosen up, and your hands go back to holding on to Andrew's shoulders.

Andrew pressed his face onto your shoulder and held your hips with both hands. Once again, you covered your mouth with one hand when he started moving and gripped his hair with the other.

At first, he moved at a slow pace as you had adjusted to his length. He soon picked up the pace, and his tip was hitting a specific spot, which made pressure build up in your lower stomach, which all released and spread warmth through your body when the tip hit that spot againg for the last time making you groan in pleasure.

Feeling numb and tired, you wanted to rest your eyes a bit, which ended up with you falling asleep.

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"You mortals are really something else."

"Bah!" You jump in surprise only to see that it was Lord Unknown floating beside you. You also noticed you had your clothes on again, which meant you were asleep.

"At ease simple soul. As you are aware that you will receive a vision now." The being indicated to the door standing in front of you.

You nervously approached the door and turned the handle, getting it to open.

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A/n: This is as best as I can do, and honestly, I'll just leave it at that. Hope you enjoyed it.

[oneforthemunny]

stop, in the name of love |cop!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: based off my birth week writing challenge lol. I was just going to leave it for other authors, but I'm feeling self indulgent for now :)

requested: #20!!! With cop!eddie he’s trying to stop teens from hooking up but reader comes to the woods just for that reason!! please make him feel like a teen again 😭❤️❤️

thank you @ali-r3n for rbing my works so i could find this lol. you are an angel on this earth i love you <3

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI. cop!eddie, p in v sex, voyeurism, hopper catches them lol. fluff and good times with cop!eddie and his lil trouble maker.

Eddie huffed, arms crossed in the uncomfortable uniform, radar gun in his clenched fist. Hopper had stuck him out here- a punishment, no doubt, for the flop that was the D.A.R.E program he conducted at the middle school- leaving Eddie in the backwoods near Lover's Lake. After an influx of complaint calls about teenagers speeding through the area, and hooking up or drinking down by the waters or in the woods, Hopper decided to stick his best guy on the situation.

Eddie was furious.

Not only was it a slap in the face to be put on patrol of that area, usually only given to rookies, it was so fucking boring. He couldn't leave the area, contained to that spot for most of his shift, unless backup called. He couldn't drive around the city, taking all the nuisance calls, or even stopping by to see his friends and chat- stop by to see you. Oh no, here, he was quarantined to this small space.

The crunch of the gravel beside him had his ears perking, lifting the gun and sitting up in his seat, ready to bust a frisky teen. Instead, he saw the familiar, powder blue car pull up beside him- your car.

"Hi, there, Officer." You grinned, shutting the door to your car.

"Evenin' there, little lady." Eddie gave you a toothy grin, tone adapting to Wayne's southern-esqu drawl that always left you a little weak in the knees. He liked playing up the stereotypical cop, like Rosco in Dukes of Hazard, teasing and fun.

"Are you out here all alone tonight?" You asked tilting your head to the side. Eddie snorted, watching you push your upper body through his open window, upper half dangling inside the car. "No backup?"

"Not tonight." Eddie shook his head, giving you an exaggerated pout. "Just me out here by myself."

"Oh?" You quipped brow raising in surprise. "So no one out here to do this," You lunged at his utility belt, reaching for his baton, while Eddie's scrambled to halt your movements. Damn, you were quick.

"Easy, easy!" Eddie snapped, prying your hand off his baton. "What did I tell you about messing with my things, baby? Hopper's gonna kill me if he has to replace something else we've broken."

You giggled, folding your arms over the window. "'M just kidding." You hummed, batting your eyes up at him. "Just worried about you. Missed you."

"Missed you too, honey." Eddie's smile had you melting, an ooey-gooey feeling of warmth that was thick in your veins, leaving your head spinning. "I get off at eight."

"Yeah, but I got off at six." You pouted. "And that's so long to wait for you."

Eddie snorted, grinning and shaking his head. The curly tendrils, slipping out from his bun, sprung free, hitting his cheeks. Eddie reached for his aviators, revealing his brown eyes to you. "What're you up to, trouble?"

"Trouble?" You feigned hurt, an exaggerated gasp leaving your lungs. "I would never, Officer, I'm a well behaved, law abiding citizen."

Eddie laughed, loudly, making you smile. "Yeah, right." He scoffed at you. "What'd you come here for? To show your appreciation for all my hard work?"

Your lips twisted in thought. "Yeah, kinda." You nodded. "Came here to fuck you."

Eddie snorted, shaking his head at your bluntness. "I'm on the clock, baby."

"That's never stopped you, baby." You mocked him with a slight glare. "Please? You've been working the second shift all week. I barely get to see you."

Eddie pressed his lips together in thought, eyes flickering from the road back to you. You pressed your bottom lip out further. "Please? Just quick, I promise."

Eddie huffed, moving to pull the keys from the patrol car, that was the last thing he needed stolen. "Fine, but just really quick, alright." He pointed a finger at you. "I don't have long. Go around back."

You practically skipped to the back of the cop car, hidden behind the tall lights and the trees, nestled away from the road.

"Place your hands on the hood of the car." Eddie boomed, loud and authoritative, a tone he only used when arresting someone. You knew he was teasing, but fuck, did it make you throb.

You laid your hands flat over the trunk of the car, pressing your upper half forward. Eddie drooled, eyes trained on the little sundress you had on, catching in your cheeks as you moved. God, how he wanted to drop to his knees and devour you. He missed your taste so much, but not now wasn't the time. No, he'd contain himself for now and indulge later tonight.

Eddie bunched the material of your dress in his hands, shimmying it up your frame. He grinned wolfishly down at you, white knuckled grip on the material. "No panties?" He asked, tone lilting in teasing surprise.

"No, sir." You hummed, craning your neck so you could look over your shoulder at him. "I knew you'd want them off anyways." Your eyes batted at him.

"Bad girl." Eddie smirked, tongue rolling across his bottom lip. "Very, bad." He rasped to himself, eyes glued on your puffy lips, slick and peeking out from between your thighs.

Eddie gripped your cheeks, lifting them so he could reveal your pussy to him, the wet click! sound that your lips made when he pulled them apart made his abs clench, knees shaking.

"Spread 'em, baby." Eddie barked, a little raspier than he would someone he was really arresting, but he settled his black boots between your feet, pushing them so they slid open wider.

You whined, shuffling your feet apart with his, pressing yourself further into the hood of the car. Your ass was out, presented to him, drooling pussy and bare skin all for his taking. Eddie swallowed hard.

"You gotta be quiet, alright?" Eddie smirked, unzipping himself. He'd have to make this work, needed to be able to respond quickly if need be. "Can't get me caught when I'm supposed to be catching teenagers hooking up out here. How bad would that be?" Eddie chuckled, freeing his cock and pulling it through his zipper.

You giggled, airy and light, eyes already glossed with lust. Your hips wiggled in anticipation. "'M ready, Mr. Officer." You purred, feeling the tip of his fat head rub through your folds.

Eddie pushed into you, tight from the lack of foreplay. Normally, he'd work you open with his fingers, get you relaxed with a couple of orgasms before trying to fit himself in.

You groaned at the stretch, burning but your velvety walls clamped down on him, nonetheless. You groaned, low in your chest, vibrations rattling through you and onto the cop car. Eddie let out a straggled breath, hips flush to your ass, grinding into the fatty flesh there the way you liked.

Eddie pulled back, thrusting into you, deep and filling, leaving your eyes rolling back. "Oh!" You cried out, a straggled gasp leaving your lips.

Eddie started to move, long and slow thrusts that had you crying out. He pulled you up, hand cupping your jaw and moving you so your back was to his chest, his big hand covering your mouth. "Shh, baby, gotta-fuck- be quiet." Eddie hissed in your ear.

Your eyes rolled back, his head jabbing a spot deep inside of you at the new angle, a spot that was making you drench with every stroke, knees shaking. You moaned and whimpered against his hand, feeling his hot breath ghosting over your jaw and cheek, tiny grunts and huffs in your ear. You loved it when he'd moan so you could hear. You'd record it and play it on a loop if you could, hearing his tiny whines when he was close, breath hitching and catching, and his pitch rising.

"Fuck, baby, I-I'm close." Eddie grunted, jaw clenched as he tried to control himself. He was a little embarrassed to admit how easily he was coming undone, but fuck, it had been a while. And your pussy was enticing, felt like heaven with every clench of your wet walls strangling his cock.

You moaned against his hands, Eddie feeling you get a little heavier against him, slipping down him. He knew you were close. Using his free hand, Eddie slid his hand down your hip, snaking down between your legs, using two fingers to rub at your clit.

You cried out, still loud even with his hand muffling the sound, knees wobbling and locking a little, before you came, hard and unforgiving over Eddie's cock. You felt yourself fall against the truck of the car, the cool metal exterior pressing to your cheek, while Eddie jackhammered into you from behind chasing out his own high.

Eddie was so close, he could taste it. Abs clenched, toes curling, eyes rolling back, his cock punching your womb deeply, cock twitching deep inside you; so close.

The wail of a siren had him stopping, eyes snapping open and blurred vision clearing. He looked around seeing the familiar lights shine red and blue, jarring and unmistakable, while Hopper's car slowly crunched over the gravel.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Eddie was out of you in a second, scrambling to shove his cock back in his pants, turning away so he could try and pull himself together, with fumbling shaking hands.

You had pulled down your dress, hand smoothing over the mussed back of your head, while you stood rigidly to face Hopper.

"Well," Hopper sighed heavily, slamming the door to his car. "Guess I know why there's still a problem out here." He frowned at Eddie.

Eddie swallowed hard, brown eyes wide and alert, a deer caught in headlights. "Turns out my officer I sent to patrol is the horny bastard who keeps hooking up out here."

"Hop, I-"

"Save it, Munson." Hopper held up his hand, shaking his head. "I got a call about a disturbance down by Skull Rock, dispatch tried to get you and no response. Thought something had happened, so I came to check it out, and..." Hopper's eyes flashed from you to Eddie, before frowning deeply in disapproval. "I see now that you were busy."

You cringed, looking at Hopper with a round eyed, pleading look. "It really was my fault. I-I came here and-"

"I really don't need the details of that, thank you." Hopper said sarcastically, cutting you off with an eye roll.

"Munson, finish out your shift, then tomorrow, my office. First thing." Hopper barked, glaring at him.

"Alright, Hopper." Eddie grumbled, shoulders deflating at the threat.

Hopper scoffed, pulling his door open. "And you two stop fucking outdoors, alright? That's still against the law, and you should know better." He pointed at Eddie, thick brows furrowed and mean.

You watched Hopper drive away, nervously turning to Eddie. "Well, this is fucking great." Eddie scoffed. "I'm going to get written up and have to do fuckin' cross walk duty for a week, and I have blue balls still." He growled, hands motioning down towards his crotch.

You bit back a giggle, tucking your chin to hide your smile. Eddie's eyes flashed at your dangerously, dark and playful. "You think this is funny, huh? This is your fault, you little minx." He growled, teeth barring at you.

"I'm sorry, really." You smirked at him. "I was just trying to help you out."

"Yeah? Well, just you wait baby." Eddie pointed a finger at you, stepping closer to close in the space between the two of you. His eyes were dark, still lust blown from earlier, a little meaning when they peered at you down the slop of his nose. "You're in for it when I get home."

You giggled with excitement, his arms wrapping around you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip in a playful bite that had you squealing. A car whizzed by, blaring loud music and heading towards the lake. The teenagers from the complaint, no doubt.

Eddie sighed, resting his forehead against yours for a moment. "Duty calls, Officer." You grinned cheekily.

"Yeah, can't wait." Eddie huffed, heavy boots stomping towards the car. "See you when I get home?"

You nodded. "I'll be waiting on you." You batted your eyes up at him.

Eddie grinned. "Good. Get ready for me. Wear that little lacy thing I like, alright?" He winked at you, ducking back into the patrol car. "Stay outta trouble until then, you hear?" He threw out at you playfully.

You laughed, opening your own car door. "I'll try. No promises." You jested, shrugging with a wide grin.

Eddie smirked, flicking on his lights and peeling out towards the lake. You watched him drive away, legs still a little shaky from before, pressing together at the thought of what awaited when he got home.

[thinemoonshine]

𓆰𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓇𝑒 ♡𓆪

cha hyun su x female reader genre: romance, slightly mature (suggestive themes) type: series (but can be read as a oneshot) word count: 1,921

part 2 of series ◄◄ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part 4 of series

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis: after the old man, seok hyun, had turned into a complete monster and was killed by the hands of his own wife, the atmosphere in green home has grown more tense- more so towards the other known infected, cha hyun su. meanwhile, hyun su has his own battle to fight; that is against his monster and its persistent trials to break through its enclosure within hyun su. unfortunately for him, his monster's grown impatient for freedom- and (y/n) just so happens to be around ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

'It's annoying, isn't it? To hear me pester you all day and night like this. Why not just... let me free?' Cha Hyun Su's monster tempts him with a tune that it appears to be more of a mockery than it is persuasion.

The poor owner of the body clutches his bag tighter against his chest as he tries to sleep on the now unoccupied couch. He didn't want to lie on it- but if a better cushion will help him sleep faster and rid off the voice in his head then he'll take it.

He's curled like a hook, desperate for rest and cease the unending taunts. And gradually, he does get it thanks to the relentless missions Eunhyuk sends him on. Maybe it's because he got upset when he discovered that (y/n) tailed after Hyun Su on a mission once and the latter didn't bother to tell, or that the latest incident struck a nerve in Eunhyuk but recently, he's been more irritable.

Time passes and soon, it's morning once more. Hyun Su feels just slightly better than before after some forced sleep but it's better than nothing. Besides, the monster's quiet now.

"You can't."

He turns to the door at the faint sound of Eunhyuk's voice. Slowly, he approaches it before pausing when he sees him with (y/n) a few large steps away down the corridor leading towards him. Hyun Su sneakily presses himself against the wall and observes the pair as much as he can from his hidden angle.

"Why not?" (y/n) argues with an evident glare on her face.

Eunhyuk, with his arms crossed and unchanging expression, sighs. "Because you broke the rules. You weren't supposed to join on the mission."

"Yeah, but that's a mission. This is just to visit him in the quarantine room like I always do. Why is it suddenly a forbidden thing to do??" She retorts and crosses her arms, mimicking him as if it will shift the power between them.

But of course, it doesn't and Eunhyuk only furrows. Once again, irritated. "What if he changes when you're in there? What are you gonna do then?"

"I'll run out?? Besides, he's not going to change. He hasn't been getting nosebleeds and even if he does transform suddenly, he could be a non-violent monster like the old man," (y/n) tries to convince the other but obviously, he's got a barrier taller than The Great Wall of China.

"Theories are just theories," he says sternly before swiveling and walking down the corridor to the other direction.

(y/n) stabs daggers at his furthering back. "I'm breaking the lock."

"Have fun."

And he disappears into a room.

The girl sighs exasperatedly before slumping against the wall that faces the quarantine room. Of course she can't break the lock. If she does, everyone's just going to get more anxious and the bad image Hyun Su already has might turn worse.

She lifts his head up and is met with surprise at the sight of Hyun Su gripping onto the bars of the little rectangle opening at the top half of his metal door- dark, round eyes fixed onto her as his cheeks touch the cold cylinders he holds. "Hyun Su... What are you doing?"

Her gentle cadence and smile are vastly different from how she was with Eunhyuk. Clearly, she has a favourite. And Hyun Su loves knowing that.

"I'm...watching," Hyun Su answers slowly.

A small titter escapes her as she closes the distance between them. "That's creepy."

She now stands just a step away from the door as she looks up at him with a dispirited expression. "I don't think I can come in anymore. Eunhyuk's become more strict and he's using the people to back him up. All I can do is just accompany you from out here."

Hyun Su lets his eyes roam on her face and a small smile graces his own as he slowly lets go of the bar and reaches his hand out. (y/n)'s brows raise at the unforeseen behaviour from him and obviously, gives in.

Her hands rests onto his palm which he then curls, clasping hers in his and intertwining their fingers. The girl gulps, flustered and abashed at the sudden skinship, oblivious to his own feelings that can be seen from the red tips of his ears.

"It's okay. This is enough," is what he says and indulges in watching her trying to 'play it cool' by avoiding any eye contact and doing a subtle shuffle. She's adorable.

'She sure is,' a voice echoes inside and Hyun Su's quickly alert. 'Wah... What you feel for her is just so sweet, it's sickening.'

Hyun Su's fingers tighten ever so slightly around hers as he tries to push it away. 'Go away.'

'I can't. Unless you've forgotten, I'm inside your head,' the voice snickers and Hyun Su's heartbeat quickens from annoyance and yet, fear. It's not supposed to come out- not when he's with (y/n). 'And I'm getting awfully impatient.'

His words confuse Hyun Su. 'Impatient? Wha—'

And suddenly, everything turns pitch black.

The abrupt drop of his head causes his forehead to crash against the bars and (y/n) worries for his wellbeing.

"Hyun Su! What's wrong?" She gasps. "You haven't eaten today, have you? Let me get you something."

She turns to leave but the tight hold he has around her hand tugs her back and she nears the rectangular opening, still seeing him with his head down against it.

"No... Don't go..." He then, whimpers, and the fragility in his voice stirs her into a panic.

"Hyun Su," (y/n) softly says his name again and reaches her other hand between the bars- searching for his face to pull it up.

Her palm cups his cheek and he shudders at her touch. A small whisper of her name leaves him as she lifts his face up.

Her eyes flicker between his own closed ones, troubled at his unsolvable pain that causes him to react the way he is. "What's wrong?"

In contrary to her expectations however, Hyun Su nuzzles against her hand- rubbing his face against her palm before he presses his own hand on top.

"Hyun Su has such strong will... I could never," he says and despite using the same exact voice, he sounds too different from the Hyun Su she knows. But what even is she trying to say? Hyun Su isn't Hyun Su?

Everything's too puzzling- especially when he pulls her by the wrist, causing her to collide with the door and her face against the bars.

"Hyun Su, what are you do—"

"I'm lonely," he speaks pitifully and this more familiar tone of voice calms (y/n)'s nerves as she pulls away slightly to look at him who's still keeping her hand against his cheek. 'His eyes...'

"Look at me," she says.

Hyun Su tilts his head into her palm again- the sad, sympathetic expression now shifting to a cocky, devious smirk as his lids open to reveal his black eyes.

No gentle dark browns, just pure abyss.

"You caught me. I knew you wouldn't have wanted me if I were to show myself," monster Hyun Su chuckles and erases the gap between them, now face to face with her.

(y/n) scoffs after quickly concluding that this must be the monster inside Hyun Su. "Want you? Why would you even consider that?"

She yanks her hand back but is swiftly captured by his- now gripping it with more force which makes it impossible to budge.

"Because you want him," he confidently declares and (y/n) feels her heart skip a beat. 'He knows. How does he know?' "At least, that's what I observe... Not that this weakling would ever consider it."

"What do you mean?" Her curiosity gets the best of her. 'Hyun Su would never consider it? Why? Is it really one sided? All this time?'

She's unnerved. He can see it from her expression that's almost begging him to assuage her anxiety, the questions in her head. He grins as his head angles upwards slightly and gosh— (y/n) will be lying if she says she doesn't feel a flutter in her stomach.

"Calm down. He likes you too... maybe a little too much. He thinks he doesn't deserve you, thinks you're better off with someone 'normal' who won't threaten your life," the monster scoffs as if finding the whole thing hilarious. "And yet, just one touch from you and he's tingling all over- craving for more like you're his oasis in the desert."

(y/n) says nothing- no, can't say anything. She's rendered speechless by this sudden, shocking information that she's having a hard time believing. Never once did Hyun Su ask for her affection, and even if he does reach out to her, it'll be momentary; comes and goes in a blink.

An abrupt warmth on her hand makes her jump before seeing Hyun Su kissing it. He plants his lips on the back of her hands, her knuckles, her palm before sliding up her arm to her face- unlatching his other hand from the bar to hold her chin.

He smiles beguilingly as he watches her weigh the voices of her brain and heart, enjoying her panic. "This is what Hyun Su wants. What I'm doing... this is all by him. But I'll be lying if I said I'm not indulging myself either."

"He...wants this?" (y/n) echoes and she can almost hear her sense of rationality and logic shrieking at her for irresponsibly choosing to communicate with a monster.

"Oh, yes," he slurs as his tongue darts out to wet his lip and brings her face closer- his eyes shifting between hers before down at her lips and back up. "So, so much, it wrecks him inside. He feels secure with you, comfortable, happier than ever, but at the same time you taunt him so much with your sweetness that it's venomous. But I like you because of that. Makes it easier to tamper with his mind."

His confession fills (y/n) with dread. All this time... has she been only making things harder for Hyun Su? He's been on war with himself for so long- and she's only adding fire to it.

"Don't worry too much, though. Because without you, he would've been long..." Hyun Su trails off as his eyes trail to her mouth and his thumb brushes over her bottom lip. "Gone."

He pushes his finger in slightly, touching her tongue- making her bite down from surprise and a low groan escapes him at the pain. A pain much too good to actually hurt.

Monster Hyun Su smirks as a scoff sounds from him once more at her immediate retraction and he grips her chin to yank her close.

"You temptress," he hisses before his eyes roll back and eyelids shut. His figure limps and he crashes onto the cold floor of the quarantine room.

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[wangxianficfinder]

I'm in the mood for...

July 28th

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1. Hello hello! ITMF fics where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are bound together by that tethering (binding/bonding depending on translation) talisman. Like, where they can't go further than a couple feet from each other and if one yanks on the tether the other gets pulled along. Thank you! <3

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2. Does anyone know of any fics where problems are solved via the use of truth talismans/spells? For example, maybe the hundred holes curse issue could be cleared up early on after a truth spell is used to determine the caster. Or maybe they can trap JGY in a truth spell and avoid most of his nonsense.

🔒 the language of flowers and silent things series by Reverie (cl410) (M, 107k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, LWJ & Madam Lan, NHS & LWJ, LWJ & LXC, LWJ & NMJ, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the YZY warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric, Politics, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Cultivation Sect Politics, Protective WWX) features a Lan Wangji who is cursed to hear when people tell lies, which is a truth spell of sorts

Safety of Distance by little-smartass (Linxcat) (T, 64k, 3zun, Post-Canon Fix-It, Xichen and his zombie boyfriends go on a miserable roadtrip to try and fix their shit, things get a lot worse before they get better but they DO get better, exploration of grief and growth within 3zun, 3zun learning to communicate? in MY AU? it's more likely than you think, specific warnings will be at the top of individual chapters but in general the fic has:, exploration of self-loathing and horror/disgust re: zombie bodies, canon-typical monster-fighting violence, Suicidal Ideation, Canon-Typical Fierce Corpse Body Horror, all of 3zun struggling with individual mental health issues, but it also has a hopeful and cathartic end, there is a light at the end of their exhausting tunnel I promise) is a post-canon 3zun fic in which a truth curse on JGY (put there by WWX) plays a significant role

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3. Hello!! This is for itmf wangxian zombie apocalypse au please thankyou!

The Edge of Night by Hobbsy3 (M, 277k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, Zombie Apocalypse, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, Accidental Baby Acquisition During a Zombie Apocalypse, Junior Quartet, (except they’re all babies), Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Gore, Ensemble Cast, Worst Zombie Fighting Team Ever, Found Family)

❤️ A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun (Not rated, 60k, WangXian, Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Horror, Zombie WWX, Eventual Happy Ending, yunmeng trio, Eventual WangXian, WWX is dad material even in death, Humor, YLLZ but make him dead)

When the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation takes a week off by galaxy_in_your_eyes (T, 20k, WangXian, Modern Cultivation, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives, only those that deserve it, kind of fix-it, Zombie Apocalypse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/ComfortAttempt at HumorPOV AlternatingCanon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Brief Mentions of Cannibalism, Zombies, We don’t see the Zombie Apocalypse, It happens behind closed doors, WWX in quarantine, Wangxian being Wangxian, Mentions of Smut, Established Relationship, Courtesy Names, local necromancer gets sick with the flu)

a thousand teeth, yours among them by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 10k, WangXian, Zombie Apocalypse, Blood and Violence, Mild Gore, Hook-Up, Falling In Love, metaphysical sexual body horror (??), Non-Sexual Intimacy, Melancholy)

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4. hello! could i ask for fics where mianmian is the protagonist? or one of the other ladies! jyl, wq, qs are all great 🙏🏽

Meet you at a different place by tawaen (M, 57k, WQ & WN, WN & MXY & WQ, WQ & WWX & WN, Eventual WangXian, Ghost General WN, Ghost WQ, Canon Divergence, WQ comes back to haunt the cultivation world, Bad idea to kill the one person who didn’t kill anyone, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Deserve Better, Sīsī Deserves Better, MXY Deserves Better, POV WQ)

🔒💖 do not envy the roots that hold you down by eccentrick for rianitida (T, 12k, WangXian, Reincarnation, WQ is a Lan, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder)

Reclamation by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow) (M, 6k, major character death, not JC friendly, canon divergence, post sunshot, revenge)

💖 i’ll keep walking by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 2k, WQ &WWX & WN, wangxian, time travel fix-it, not JC friendly, everyone lives au, found family)

Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 73k, WangXian, YZY/CSSR/MDM Lan, MingLi, Time Travel, EXTREME Canon Divergence, Wide Focus Narrative, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Most Named/Canon Characters Live, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Families of Choice, Parenthood, this work contains a major tonal shift, Fluff, Angst, Underage Sex, not particularly explicit, but not at all ambiguous, PTSD, Only a tiny bit, Unforeseeable consequences, The butterfly effect, Slightly Dark JYL, Asexual Characters, but that’s not really the focus, Canon-Typical Violence)

Cicada Sings Amongst Bamboo by Shadaras (T, 14k, LQR/QS, Madam Qin & QS, past JG/QS, Canon Divergence, Courtship, Time Travel, Second Chances, Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, references to canonical rape, This Burn Could Be Slower, QS Deserves Better, QS Lives, Sunshot Campaign) Qin su

💖 Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, JYL/ZZL, wangxian, hurt/Comfort, amputation, major character injury, sibling love, angst w happy ending, cooking as cultivation, attempted rape/non-con, sexual assault, minor character death, family angst, dysfunctional family, protective siblings, near drowning, amnesia) jiang yanli

The Rage of Daughters by givemeunicorns (T, 51k, XuanLi, WangXian, ChengQing, MianLi, Grief/Mourning, Family Issues, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Character Study, Yanli lives but she has to work through some stuff okay?, Forgiveness, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Major Character Undeath)

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5. Good morning! I am looking for fics where Lan Wangji leaves the Lan clan to help Wei Wuxian. Any suggestions would be much appreciated, thank you!

A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Time, Pining while fucking, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Angst with a Happy Ending, CQL Verse, almost everybody lives/almost nobody dies, epistolary-ish, canon-ish side pairings, radishes)

🔒 Mirage by Aki_no_hikari (G, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Pining, they aren't together yet but there are definitely feelings, One-Sided Attraction, or so lwj thinks)

🔒 Moonlit by Aki_no_hikari (T, 8k, WangXian, Family Fluff, Battle Couple, Yílíng Wèi Sect, Canon-Typical Violence, Teacher WWX)

Hold Me Tight by thelastdboy (T, 8k, WangXian, LWJ & Wen Remnants, LSZ & LWJ, LWJ & WQ & WN, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Literal Sleeping Together, Fluff, Communication, Families of Choice, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Hope, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Golden Core Reveal, First Kiss, Mental Health Issues, food insecurity, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending)

no one ever said the single-plank bridge had to be walked alone by rosemu (T, 124k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Yílíng Wèi Sect au, Fix-It, Not Everyone Dies, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Fluff, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Found Family, Slow Burn, LWJ and WWX get to be Dads together, the healing power of homoerotic flute/guqin duets, Happy Ending)

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6. Hiii for itmf, can I have fics where lwj is chief cultivator and established wangxian, any fics will do, even wip

Wei Wuxian, God of Fertility by tired (T, 19k, WangXian, Family Feels, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, the juniors get REAL drunk, Gossip, POV Multiple, surprisingly not an mpreg fic, Kissing, Self-Esteem Issues, Discussion of Porn and Sex, Post-Canon, SOFT SOFT SOFT, married wangxian, Fluff and Humor)

🔒 Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (G, 40k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Character Study, Introspection, In-Laws, Golden Core, Emotional Baggage, Family Bonding, Protective LWJ, Good Parent LQR, LQR has feelings, LQR and WWX become friends, [PODFIC] Seasons of Falling Flowers, by merakily by Spinifex)

🔒we made space by MajorEnglishEsquire (E, 19k, WangXian, Getting Together, Sleep, Sleeping Together, Lap Sitting, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Adopted Children, Exhaustion, Happy Ending, Sex)

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7. I'm in the mood for a fic with top Wei Ying and bottom lan zhan where Wei is possessive and soon love with a soft lan zhan both experiencing their first in everything with each other

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8. Hi! Itmf a fanfic with wwx going to gusu with lwj but getting depressed in there/giving up on everything, I just want people to go from scared of him to scared for him, thanks! ♡

Unbreakable Heaven, Luminous Earth by carolyncaves (M, 96k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Secret Identity, almost to the point of uncomfortable identity theft, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Suicidal Thoughts, that’s for WWX after Nightless City and is not pervasive throughout the fic, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Power Imbalance, mainly between WWX and JGY in an entirely nonsexual manner, this isn’t really a kid fic but the kids are there, as are some yunmeng sibling feelings, JYL lives, Not Everyone Dies AU, some COVID parallels, this is not a quarantine fic, but thematically WWX deals w things like face-covering for safety and loss of control, also assume all canon warnings, this AU is gentler than canon but isn’t a complete fix-it)

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9. ITMF request!

Can I have some good Twin Jades fics where they are both supportive and kind to each other? I’ve read too many sad ones lately and I just want a story where they are each other’s strongest protector/staunchest supporter.

Thank you!!

💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WWX Get a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)

🔒 in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, cloud recesses, NHS & LWJ friendship, developing relationship, LWJ pov, minor injuries, autistic LWJ, implied/referenced child abuse, aka YZY warning, genius WWX, light angst, hurt/comfort, WWX protection squad)

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Angst with Happy Ending)

Obedient and Bellicoseby thunderwear (T, 20k, Wangxian, Ella Enchanted AU, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, cursed LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good brother LXC, LQR loves his nephews you cant change my mind, LWJ crying, Protective LXC, Pining, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Brief Depictions of Violence, meaning at least one of the people you really want to get stabbed does in fact get stabbed)

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10. Hi y’all! I hope you’re having a good day. My brain got struck by two different images, so I’ve come to see if someone else has come across them in the wild. Today itmf:

A) ghost king nhs

B) Jiang disciples defending their da-shixiong from a dog!yao during a nighthunt because they love him

Thanks! <3

10A)

The Golden Ghost Series by 1PB2PB3PB4 (M/T, 178k, NMJ's corpse gets an honourable mention, POV NHS, BAMF NHS, tgcf style ghosts, Canon Divergence, Ghosts, Morally Ambiguous Character, Character Death, but as a plot device, Ghost NHS, Light Angst, NHS-centric, Assorted Oneshots, Coda, Time Travel, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, JC is a brat, set in the mdzs time skip, is there a proper tag for that?, NMJ is dead wwx is not back, Hallucinations, or maybe, Unreliable Narrator, or perhaps not, JGY just thinks so, POV JGY, Psychological Horror, well elements of horror, POV WWX) has NHS as a tgcf-style ghost There was a different fic I read years ago that had ghost king!NHS told from the POV of another character traveling with him; NHS concealed his identity and gave his name as "Sang", but I can't find it nor remember the title.

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11. ITMF WangXian war fics? Preferably long and focused on the difficulties of war such as long marches, setting up camp, rations, supplies, the tension and also camaraderie between soldiers, etc. Bonus points if there is angst but everyone lives. Thank you!

Lan Yuan’s War by BurningTea (G, 196k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Angst, Sick LWJ, Hurt/comfort, Eventual Happy Ending)

🔒 Quartet series by WithBroomBefore (T, 69k, Platonic Soulbond, Hurt/comfort, Canon   Divergence, No golden core transfer, JC&JZX stay in Xuanwu cave, Fix-it, Temporary character death)

Better Things to Do with a Flute in Wartime by Anonymous (E, 365k, MingXian, WangXianJue, Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, Magical Healing Cock, Dual Cultivation, mild Dom/Sub, Undernegotiated Kink, Golden Core Reveal, Breathplay, Choking, Painplay, Subdrop, Topdrop, Major Character Injury, Canon Divergence, What-If, Temperature Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fisting, Spanking, PTSD, Trauma, Self-Harm, (in the pursuit of cultivational badassery)) is a detailed war fic but it begins Wei Wuxian/Nie Mingjue and eventually Lan Wangji joins them

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12. So I had a thought, u know how people sometimes characterize yanli more as wwx's mother than sister? Any fics that do that, but it ripples out further? Jc uncle, Jin Ling younger brother, etc., and how this adds an additional layer to complicated relationship dynamics?

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13. Ho ching kwok's awesome monster mdzs animatic on youtube; any stories that have that vibe? Follow/touch on parts of that storyline? (If yall haven't seen it u should it's INCREDIBLE, about how 1st seuge of bm could of went down and I think partly inspired by the monster animatic for star vs forces of evil by art of rhues, which is also GORGEOUS)

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14. Hello! ITMF Wei Wuxian taking a teaching position at Cloud Recesses? And/or taking the juniors night hunting and teaching them through the hunt.

🔒❤️ Joy In the Midst of These Things Series by Glitterbombshell (T/G, 53k, WangXian, Angst with Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Teacher WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)

Proximity To Knowledge by ChilianXianzi (T, 7k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Married Wangxian, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Teacher WWX, Inventor WWX, And his research assistant Lan ducklings, LQR is not a good educator, the kids are alright, WWX did online learning before it was cool)

Glow by Quiet_crash (G, 2k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Junior Quartet, JC & WWX)

someone like you by Basingstoke (G, <1k, WangXian, Future Fic, Cloud Recesses, Teacher WWX)

Lady Mercy Won't Be Home Tonight by sami (T, 1k, Teacher WWX, best boy LSZ)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

Where the Lonely Ones Go by CSHfic & VSfic (T, 24k, WangXian, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Case Fic, Night Hunts Fluff, Established Relationship, Mystery, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Haunting, Kid Fic, Post-Canon, gratuitous use of empathy)

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror)

your words upon my lips by uchiuchi (T, 17k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff, Curses, no sad times only good times, Canon Compliant, Romance, they are married!!, Let LWJ Say Fuck, Case Fic)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) WWX takes up the position of Visiting Scholar at CR after leaving the Jiang, which involves teaching classes on talismans, including night hunts to test the learners' knowledge

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15. itmf wangji locked up in the jingshi/cloud recesses. does not have to be the point of the fic just a part of it. thanks!

no one ever said the single-plank bridge had to be walked alone by rosemu (T, 124k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Yílíng Wèi Sect au, Fix-It, Not Everyone Dies, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Fluff, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Found Family, Slow Burn, LWJ and WWX get to be Dads together, the healing power of homoerotic flute/guqin duets, Happy Ending) link in #5

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16. Hi, amazing people!! I have a request for a storie I remember.I wanted to know if anyone remembers a fic where A Yuan goes with Wei Wuxian to Jin Ling’s A one month celebration. This somehow changes the way things go, since people didn't knew there were children in the camps. Any story where A Yuan changes things for the better before Wei Wuxian’s death will be amazing as well!! Thank you, be well @monicaop21

🧡 Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 48k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions)

🔒 The Promises We Make by Mayarenerose (G, 34k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, LXC & LWJ, LWJ & WN, LWJ & JC, Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Fluff, Angst, Everybody Lives, Canon Divergence, Gratuitous Bed Sharing, LWJ: moves into the Burial Mounds, WWX: ??? wtf??? are you??? doing??, Rabbits, there are so many rabbits in this fic guys i cant even)

the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 38k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, set after the yiling date, Sick Child, the illness never gets worse than it is in the first 1000 words)

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, no one dies, LQR finds out about WWX’s core, WWX and LQR are friends??, In My Fic?, its more likely than you think, LWJ in the bg like whats happening?, Fluff, WWX goes to Gusu, Mutual Pining, Golden Core Reveal)

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17. Hello! I’m in search of fics similar to Criteria by incendir: set in canon during the time wwx was dead, just lwj flat-out rejecting anyone who attempts to court or bed him since they’re not wwx. (Honestly anything in the flavor of lwj being steadfastly loyal and not at all tempted or attracted to anyone who isn’t wwx). Thank you!! @bookkbaby

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Fixed Cup

He thought for sure things had settled down between him and Eddie after Vecna. He thought maybe he and Eddie could finally be friends, but how could he be friends with someone so annoying? Steve hoped that once their bat bites healed, they would stop bitching at each other. . . Boy, was he wrong. It's like everything about Eddie set him on edge, and it didn't help that they were stuck in this quarantine that the government had set up for them. Luckily, it was in their own houses, and Eddie was lucky enough to get stuck in his.

"I swear to God, Robin, I'm going to kill him," Steve complained into the receiver. "I mean it this time, and it will be self-defense too because I think he's also trying to kill me. If I trip over his shoes one more time. . ."

"Hmm, well, like I said before, I'm not helping you bury the body," Robin said casually.

"Aw, come on, big boy, it's so much fun watching you clean up after me," Eddie taunted from the other line.

"Get off the other line, Eddie! Goddamnit!" Steve cursed.

"Well, then, how else will I find out what you and Robbie say about me?" Eddie said.

"Well, I think you're a lovely person, Eddie," Robin said.

"Well, I'm glad someone thinks so," Eddie replied.

"Robin!" Steve whined.

"Just keeping you on your toes, Steve," Robin said. "Well, as much fun as this is. . .I'm going to call Vickie."

The line went dead, and Steve scowled before slamming the phone back on the hook. He ran down into the kitchen to find Eddie giggling at the island.

"Munson! You're such an asshole! You know I only have a certain amount of time to talk to her! Why the fuck do you have to do that?" Steve asked.

"The more you keep letting me know it bothers you. . .the more I'm going to do it," Eddie cackled. "It's fun riling you up."

Steve let out a holler and started chasing him around the kitchen. Eddie ran out laughing.

"Dick!"

Of course, it was mostly Eddie who enjoyed taunting him, but there were times that Eddie would get as annoyed with him as Steve did with Eddie himself.

"I told you I don't want to watch some dumb laundry basket game!" Eddie yelled as he grabbed for the remote.

"And I don't want to watch some stupid nerdy cartoon!" Steve yelled as he yanked back the remote.

"You're a douchebag!" He screamed.

"Oh, like you're one to talk!" Steve screamed back.

Eddie shrieked and dove on top of him. Of course, they would wrestle around with it for a while until their wounds gave them no choice but to collapse on the floor in exhaustion. They were mostly healed but still not healed enough. Steve’s not sure what it was. Maybe it was the fact that they were stuck here together with no one else. Maybe they missed their friends, Eddie missing his uncle, or maybe it was the fact that neither one of them could stop the nightmares that came every night. They were on edge all the time, whenever they were around each other. Sometimes, they just crossed the line.

"Eddie!" Steve exclaimed. "That's not a cup you drink out of! There's a sign!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, is the peasant living in King Steve’s house supposed to drink out of the poor cups?!" Eddie exclaimed as he slammed the cup down.

Of course, slamming it down on the table caused it to shatter.

"It's my grandmother's!" Steve said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sure your mommy and daddy can buy your granny another one," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"She hand-made that," Steve said, his eyes glittering with tears.

"And she can't make another one?" Eddie asked.

"It's kind of hard to do anything when you're dead," Steve snapped.

"Shit, man, I'm so - ," Eddie started to say but was startled when Steve slammed him against the wall like Eddie did that day in the boat house.

"I wish I never - " and Steve stopped himself.

"What? Saved my life?" Eddie asked, bristling.

Steve stared at him, gripping the collar of his shirt, and for once, he didn't know what to say. Eddie pushed him off of him and stormed upstairs. They didn't speak to each other for days after that. Steve thought it would be a blessing, but he found that he missed the sound of Eddie's voice. Steve had woken up in the middle of the night, after struggling to go to sleep, and walked into the kitchen to find Eddie gluing the cup back together.

"Almost as good as new," Eddie said, and Steve found himself smiling. "I mean, I wouldn't drink out of it. . ."

"Maybe I can use it as a pencil holder," Steve said and paused. "Thanks. . .and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. . ."

"I know. I'm sorry, too, man," Eddie said softly.

"I know that it doesn't seem like it, but I'm glad I'm stuck here with you," Steve said.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked and he nodded. "Back at ya."

And for a little bit, it seemed like they were almost getting along until. . .

"I didn't ask you to clean my room, Harrington. You're not my goddamn mommy," Eddie snapped.

"It was driving me crazy!" Steve exclaimed. "Just like you do! I'm sorry if I didn't want you to trip in the middle of the night!"

"You don't have to worry about me, Harrington! I can look after myself, thanks!" Eddie growled.

"It's hard to tell! You couldn't even follow simple instructions! All you had to do was follow the plan. Instead, I find you almost dying in Dustin's goddamn arms!" Steve yelled.

Eddie screamed and pushed Steve up against the wall, pressing his body up against his. They were so close that their noses were almost touching. Eddie pinned Steve’s hand above his head.

"Shut up!"

"Fucking make me."

Eddie growled again before slamming his lips to Steve’s. His eyes widened before he melted into the kiss, moaning into Eddie's mouth. He nibbled on Eddie's lip before swiping his tongue over it and slipping into his mouth. Steve felt his body move on his own and freed himself from Eddie's grasp. He pushed Eddie back onto the bed before ripping off his shirt in a quick single motion, dropping it onto the floor. Eddie was propped up on his elbows, waiting for him. The realization hit him in that moment. . .Holy shit, he just made out with a guy! It wasn't long before Eddie made that same realization, and he looked just as startled as Steve felt. Leaving his shirt behind, Steve quickly ran out of the room. They quickly avoided each other, and not talking seemed to last longer than the cup incident.

"Robin - ," Steve croaked on the phone when he picked up.

"Jesus. You sound like shit," Robin said. "Did you and Eddie get into it?"

"Something like that," Steve said. "I wish I could tell you, but it's not just my place to say."

"I swear to God, I'm willing to risk breaking quarantine. Do I need to come over there?" Robin asked. "Did Eddie do something that requires me to kick his ass? Because as much as I like him, I'll kick his ass if he actually hurt you."

"Eddie didn't do anything wrong. I think I just realized something is all," Steve said and paused. "I kind of wished we were on the floor of the bathroom for this. . .Do you think that it's possible to like girls and also like guys?"

"Oh, dingus," Robin said softly, her voice full of love. "Anything is possible. Especially that. So, you don't actually hate Eddie?"

"Turns out. . . Not so much. . .not at all, actually. I don't think I ever hated him," Steve admitted. "What do I do?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do? Do you want to do something about it, or do you want to fill out the rest of your life full of regrets? You told me to go for Vickie, and you were right. Sometimes, things do work out for the best," Robin said.

"I want to do something about it," Steve said.

"Go get your man, Steve," Robin said with a grin.

Of course, actually doing something about it was harder than he thought. Steve had chickened out a couple of times. His house made it easy for them to avoid each other, and when they did come together, it was completely awkward silence. They didn't even fight over the remote anymore. Steve missed the sound of his voice even more now. What was it going to be like when the quarantine was over? Nothing happened until Steve woke up from a nightmare, went downstairs, and broke down crying in the kitchen. The kitchen light flickered on.

"Steve?" Eddie asked, and Steve jumped.

"I'm fine," Steve sniffled.

"You don't sound fine, man," Eddie said. "Nightmare?"

As soon as Eddie touched his shoulder, Steve burst into tears again and hugged Eddie around the waist.

"You were dead. You were dead and I was alone in this house again," Steve sobbed.

"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie said, running his hand through his hair. "You've got me no matter what. I'm here."

"Would you still be here if I told you that I'm starting to fall in love with you?" Steve asked and pulled back, his hands on Eddie's hips.

"Even more so, big boy," Eddie said, cupping his face.

He stepped in between Steve’s legs and leaned down to kiss him, falling into Steve’s lap. The kiss was short and sweet. . .getting its point across perfectly.

"I'm starting to fall for you too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You want to come to bed with me? Keep the nightmares away?" Steve asked.

"Absolutely."

Eddie took his hand, and together, they walked upstairs. When the quarantine finally ended, Robin was the first one through the door. Steve was at the stove, making breakfast.

"Please, tell me you settled things with Eddie," Robin said.

"Nope! Still hate the guy! Thought for a moment that there was something else, but I was wrong! The man is just so goddamn annoying - " Steve ranted.

"Steve! Are you fucking serious?" Robin asked.

Suddenly, Eddie pounced into the room wearing Steve’s yellow sweater and one sock.

"No, but he is fucking me. We worked things out, Robbie," Eddie said, kissing Steve.

Steve giggled against Eddie's lips as Robin yelled in frustration.

"Assholes!" Robin exclaimed and plopped down at the island. "So, tell me everything."

"Hm, everything? You want all the gory details of Steve railing me so hard into his mattress that he nearly breaks his back?" Eddie asked.

"Eddie, don't scar my best friend!"

"What can I tell her? Oooh! He likes holding hands during sex," Eddie said.

"Aww."

"Eddie!"

Steve rolled his before smiling fondly and kissing Eddie.

"Aww, what happened to your grandma's cup, Steve?" Robin asked.

"Don't worry about it, Robin, it's all fixed now. . ."

[honourablejester]

A Space-Themed Trinkets List for TTRPGs

Exactly what it says on the tin. Roll a d100 or choose from the following list of space-themed trinkets for your character to have with them:

01-02. A tattoo showing the galactic coordinates of your homeworld.

03-04. A sheared metal bolt from a spacewalk tether mounting unit.

05-06. A frayed cloth patch torn from your old uniform when you left.

07-08. A small display case containing soil samples from every planet you’ve visited.

09-10. The last vacuum-sealed bar of a discontinued line of rations that you’re keeping as half collector’s item and half item of last resort.

11-12. A small holo-unit that projects an image of your parents.

13-14. A poster showing a luxurious pleasure resort that you’ve never had the money to visit.

15-16. A small chip of a reddish mineral that glows in the dark that you have no idea of the origins of.

17-18. A small holo-unit that you bought in a junkshop near the spaceport and that purports to show a partially-corrupted map to a hollowed-out treasure asteroid.

19-20. A portable lamp that mimics the sunlight and day cycle of your homeworld.

21-22. A chunk of rock from the first asteroid you helped mine.

23-24. A metal box containing a horrific lump of congealed engineering fluids that you found on an inspection and are keeping partly as an example but mostly out of curiosity.

25-26. A strange metal object bearing a weird greenish symbol on one surface that you found on an otherwise completely uninhabited asteroid.

27-28. The smashed remnants of a medical scanner from your first, ill-fated mission.

29-30. A collection of tiny bottles of the weirdest alcohols you could find on various worlds you’ve visited.

31-32. A picture of you and your old crew in a protective sleeve.

33-34. A bio-locked address book containing the contact details of friendly faces in the various spaceports you frequent.

35-36. A holo-unit showing a person you don’t know that you salvaged from the personal quarters of a derelict ship.

37-38. An electronic portable library of choice reading material to keep you company on long hauls.

39-40. A really cool jacket that you bought with your first pay check and like to wear for shore leave.

41-42. An ‘emergency depressurisation kit’ that consists of a grappling hook and a canister of ‘sprayable oxygenated face mask’ that you bought from a shady guy at a spaceport and have no idea if they’re functional or not.

43-44. A medical pass granting you permission to leave the quarantine zone around your homeworld.

45-46. A disabled distress beacon from your escape pod fifteen years ago.

47-48. An inert and cracked AI core module that you really weren’t supposed to have taken from that derelict ship.

49-50. A ‘lucky coin’ you won in a game on leave that your opponent seemed weirdly upset to lose.

51-52. Your grandmother’s lucky bone-handled knife from when she used to be part of the distant exploration corps. She never told you what type of bone it was.

53-54. Your trusty environmental scanner that is four models out of date but has never failed you yet.

55-56. A tiny metal disc that a weird guy once paid you for a job with, which if pressed to your skin somehow perfectly regulates the temperature of the air in your vicinity to your preferences by no visible means. It works on every planet with an atmosphere that you’ve been on so far.

57-58. A beautifully carved spice chest containing spices from your homeworld, for when you’re feeling homesick. It’s been getting really hard to restock it out here.

59-60. A disabled registration chip from the labour camp that you kept after escaping, even though it would be a really stupid thing to have on you if you’re ever back in that sector of space.

61-62. A tiny bag of glittering micro-crystals from the surface of a moon. Worthless, but so pretty.

63-64. A canister of engineering lubricant that you are literally never without.

65-66. A tattoo of a series of unknown symbols that you and your buddies from your old military unit got after a particularly hellish mission. None of you took any pictures of the lab you found them in, but somehow all of you remembered them perfectly.

67-68. A portable mining lamp your dad ‘borrowed’ when they decommissioned the old colony. The batteries on this thing are incredible, as they haven’t run out nearly 55 years later.

69-70. A seashell from the first time you ever saw an ‘ocean’ after growing up in space.

71-72. A portable personal forcefield that only stops rain, from the first time you experienced ‘weather’ and decided you didn’t like it very much.

73-74. The helmet of a spacesuit that has clearly been partially melted through by some sort of acidic substance and which you refuse to answer questions about.

75-76. An object which you found in a junk bin at a salvage yard and which no one you’ve ever met has been able to identify.

77-78. A single live seed in a viability canister that everyone who leaves your homeworld is given to take with them.

79-80. A religious pamphlet that some nutjob on the hub station gave you. It’s got some seriously weird and somewhat apocalyptic stuff in there, but for some reason you haven’t thrown it away yet.

81-82. A well-read, second-hand copy of ‘Myths of Hyperspace: A Collection of Spacer Tales’ that you bought for funsies and totally don’t believe in, no sir.

83-84. A collection of antique medical equipment that your old captain gave to you, for reasons you aren’t entirely sure of.

85-86. An unlabelled collection of beautiful music recordings you found in a spaceport, and which you’ve been idly trying to identify ever since.

87-88. A dataset of sightings, speculation and other information regarding a mysterious ship that has been seen on and off for the last fifty years by gas miners and illegal racers in the clouds of your gas giant homeworld, and which you’ve been obsessed with since you caught what might have been a glimpse of it yourself.

89-90. A ring gene-locked to your lost partner that will never come off your finger.

91-92. A tiny realistic-looking but robotic animal that was the only type of pet allowed on your company’s spaceships.

93-94. A bottle of extremely heavy-duty and almost definitely expired anti-nausea medication that you kept from your first shuttle ride into space.

95-96. A dog-eared magazine containing a two-page spread of the most beautiful spaceship you’ve ever seen in your life, and which you’ve sworn to yourself that you will one day own.

97-98. A corporate logo of the company that left your colony to die, torn off the side of one of the cheap delivery crates full of useless equipment that they supplied.

99-100. A recording of a garbled and unintelligible transmission one of your old buddies sent you, and which you’ve only kept because they vanished not long afterwards. There’s a weird sound that keeps repeating in the background, but you don’t know what it is.

[avengersnewb]

There are no rules against self-reccing for CapIM rec week right? so here's a very shameless rec list of my own fics for this rec week :))

Better Together

Stellar Love Affair

Captain Steve Rogers gets assigned to command the starship Avenger. Everything is going as expected until he sets eyes on Tony Stark, who happens to be the first omega Steve's ever met. A Star Trek AU with omega Tony and small alpha Steve a bit of pining, very competent Steve and Tony who are definitely better together

Time Travel

Captain Stevens and Doctor Potts

Back in 1970, Steve and Tony are forced to hide in a closet for a while, which might be the perfect opportunity for Captain Stevens and Doctor Potts to finally do the thing that's been long overdue. A small time travel piece with these two idiots who are a little bit less of idiots in this timeline in this closet.

Early Canon

April's Fool

Steve asks Tony out on April Fools' Day, not realizing what day it is. Tony gets upset and rejects him. Tony can't believe Steve would mock him like this. Steve can't believe Tony would reject him like that. There is a bit of a twist though, and Steve might need to take matters in his own hands. Protective Steve, sad Tony, jerk Ty and some terrible misunderstandings that get resolved!

Dark Fic

I don't care (go on and tear me apart)

Tony finds himself tied up in an unknown place. Steve is there but not to help Tony; he has a whole other agenda. ———————— “No Tony, that’s not how it works. I don’t wanna ask you. I wanna make you. I wanna hurt you, fuck you, and then hurt you some more, and I don’t need your permission for it.” Tony holds Steve’s gaze breathing hard, terrified that he can’t find the earnest, sweet stars that always shine in Steve’s eyes. “That is what I want. The fact that you’re so fucking into it is a bonus.” He reaches down to palms his own cock from over the fabric. “You’re so good for me, Tony, even when you don’t want to be.” Consensual non-con with a twist, top Steve, bottom Tony, bondage, rough sex; the darkest thing I've written.

Family

Demon in a Bottle

Young alpha Tony Stark picks up his omega, Steve Rogers, from his dad's place, bruised and battered, and he has to do his best to protect his omega from the harms of abusive alcoholic parents. All about families past, present, and future, featuring Steve's parents as well as Tony.

Smut

Quarantined Together

Steve and Tony hook up on a night out in a bar. They wake up the next morning to the news that they have to self isolate for two weeks. There would be sex. There might also be … love. Lots and lots and lots of smut with even more tooth-rotting fluff as well as a double identity porn.

Unintended Side Effects

Steve has to go to the ER with a rather embarrassing problem - thankfully Dr. Stark takes excellent care of him. Medkink with a very embarrassed very very turned-on Steve and very attentive, very caring Dr. Tony with a twist at the end.

Cap/IM Challenges

Sunshine on Leith

With the new government law prohibiting the employment of unbonded omegas, Tony has no hope of keeping his job at SHIELD, knowing full well that he has little chance of ever finding a mate. That is until he's officially claimed by a very special alpha: Steven Grant Rogers, also known as Captain America. my most recent cap/im RBB that I did for kandi's amazing art, a very dystopian world with sad omega Tony and soft, loving alpha Steve to the rescue

[dcmeme]

Batfam Covid series part 1

I figured out how to turn off autocorrect so it types ‘Selina’ and not ‘Selena’ woohoo! Progress! Multiple parts, all longer than usual.

Damian: Why is it everyone has to be within the same household?

Dick: Because it’s quarantine. Meaning you isolate with people you’ve been in contact with already that could have the disease.

Jason: I mean, I’ve gotta agree, this seems a bit blown out of proportion. The symptoms aren’t reading.

Tim: I think it’s more of the spread that’s of concern and those with preexisting health conditions being affected more than anything else-

Bruce: *throws tiny robots on the ground that latches to everyone’s ankles* There.

Jason: HEY! You said I wouldn’t be under house arrest again if I didn’t blow shit up (on purpose) or cause a full body cast for at least 3 weeks!

Bruce: This isn’t house arrest, this is insurance that none of you try to leave and put others at risk of infection.

Damian: That is absurd!

Dick: I gotta say, this feels a little extreme, Bruce.

Tim: Yeah, no. *takes it off*

Jason: How the f*ck?!

Tim: I’m gonna go stay at my boyfriend’s.

Bruce: The last thing you are doing is leaving this house, Tim. Like you said- it’s a major concern for those of preexisting health conditions.

Selina: I helped Alfred switch your and Damian’s old bedrooms so you are a bit more isolated-

Damian: Excuse me?! I don’t want to sleep near Helena’s room. She continues to make sounds.

Bruce: You don’t have a choice. In fact, none of you do. Not until everyone is tested- including anyone you’ve been around the last 12 days.

Dick: So no Kori?

Bruce: Has she been tested?

Dick: I mean she’s been on another planet with Mari for, like, 6 months soooo

Bruce: they’re fine to stay.

Damian: Can John come over?

Bruce: I don’t even let him over when there isn’t a pandemic.

Jason: Can’t I just be under house arrest at a safe house? I don’t care to self isolate- just let me grab a few books and I’m good for dayyys.

Bruce: Absolutely not.

Tim: Ok than let Bernard come over?

Bruce: No.

Tim: But what if he tests.

Bruce: I don’t like that boy being in my house.

Tim: Oh come on. He only broke,like, two or three things in the cave.

Jason: Didn’t that somehow include the giant penny?

Damian: and the window to the Batmobile.

Dick: *sighs* The chair to the batcomputer has squeaked ever since he left that night.

Bruce: My cape.

Alfred: He was rather harsh on the grappling hooks as well, Master Drake-

Tim: I said I loved a man, not a smart one-

Bruce: No Bernard.

Tim: oh come on! Dick gets to bring Kori!

Dick: and my kid.

Tim: Oh come on you barely see her but three times a year.

Dick: I’ve known her seven months and she’s been gone six for some Tamaranian ritual or something humans can’t be at!

Selina: Will all of you stop shouting. If my baby wakes up, I will find a way to make all of you pay.

Bruce: The only person with a second option on where they’re staying is Damian-

Jason: Bull shit!-

Bruce: Talia has asked he go back to the league’s temple since COVID hasn’t likely breeched them yet.

Damian: Can I bring my children?

Bruce: Only the dog.

Damian: than no.

Bruce: you’ll have to take that up with your mother.

Damian: I’ll make this much clear- I would sacrifice each of you individually for the sake of my children-

Tim: you mean your pets?

Damian: they are family in this house, Drake. I can’t say the same for you.

Tim: You really don’t expect me to live next to this brat for literal months, right? He’ll kill me by the end of the week! I’m much safer at my place.

Bruce: As of right now this is all of our place. Stop bickering and get used to the idea of being under the same roof for a while.

Cassandra: It could be fun! We can even have a family dinner after we’re all tested.

Damian: oh joy. Sharing food with the nuisance Drake and the pig that is Todd. Fantastic.

Jason: Don’t you have a mommy to call?

Damian: Don’t you have a casket to sleep in!

Jason: Oh f*ck you!

Bruce: now boys-

Tim: Is this seriously how you expect me to live?!

Cassandra: we can make breakfast for dinner and by then maybe the weather will be nice enough to open windows and set up candles-

Jason: you think you have it bad?! I’m surrounded by the same people who-

Damian: I better not have to sit at that dinner by Drake, Cain, or so help me god-

Bruce: enough!

Tim: For my own safety please god do not do that cass-

Jason: I don’t see why you’re complaining when I’m the one who has to-

Bruce: *louder* enough

Tim: I have a right to feel however I want!

Damian: If that is the case, I feel you should all be disowned-

Dick: why are we all arguing again?!

Damian/Tim/Jason/Bruce: SHUT UP, DICK/GRAYSON

Dick:… what did I do? 🥺

Helena: *screaming from upstairs*

Selina:…

Bruce:…

Everyone:…

Bruce:…we’ll take this outside.

Selina: That would be great, thank you.

[suffarustuffaru]

If you don't mind me asking but when did you first get into re:zero

yeah i dont mind at all :o ig yallre gonna hear my full origin story now haah. its my—my… ok id say tragic backstory but i dont think this is really that tragic LMAO. my humorous backstory? silly backstory?

anyway i got into rezero in summer of 2020!! this was months before s2 started airing and by around this time there was just s1, s1 directors cut may or may not have been out?? i forgor :<, but then s2’s first teaser came out right about now.

it was quarantine…. i was bored one day and wanted smth new to watch… and by then id only really briefly seen rezero—like you know that s1 promo poster with subaru standing there while surrounded by some of the main girls in s1 (beatrice felt emilia rem ram)?? yeah id seen that. in the back of my mind i kinda assumed the show was just another one of those abt a dude surrounded by his harem of girls or smth?? :< but then i learned the Real Premise is the time travel. via death!!!! and ive always loveddd angst and whump so i was like “NO FUCKING WAY I HIT THE JACKPOT” and eagerly looked into rezero some more to see if it was worth watching. and then i saw all the shit reviews on rz that never seemed to agree on if it was good or not…… and then gigguk’s video…… and then i saw mother’s basement on youtube make a defense of rezero s1 and i was like!!! ok fuck it im watching this show. i want the angst i want the complex time travel shit. i think id spoiled myself on a couple of subarus deaths by this point trying to decide if i should commit to rezero and then i started binge watching s1!! esp when i was like ok this is a good time to get into it s2 was announced right??

anyway i got hooked on rezero fr 👍👍 the first s1 emisuba lap pillow had me quaking in my boots ;-;;; and i was already invested from ep1 bc i liked the characters a lot already!!! i am simply BUILT DIFFERENT i loved subaru from day one!!! by the royal selection episodes ofc i was dying of secondhand embarrassment but tbh i grew even more invested in rezero after that!! i was and still am super impressed that the narrative had the balls to have subaru fuck up sooo so so bad there. like seeing that emisuba argument and the julisuba duel for the first time was crazyyy. the conflict was really good and the latter s1 development…. woagh.

and then you know i finish s1 and i immediately get to researching how to read, i read arc 4’s wn and bawl my eyes out from the sheer amount of rollercoaster both the emotions and Long Ass Novel gave me (yes i was bawling my eyes out at parent and child) (yes i was bawling my eyes out at choose me) (yes i was bawling my eyes out for all the suffering loops) (yes i was bawling) (i have no clue how i read all those pages fr like that arc is massive), i speedrun arc 5, i accidentally spoil certain bits for myself (arc 6 stuff), i read most of arc 6 in spurts, tune in every week for s2 (and bawled my eyes out seeing the s2 part 1 op for the first time) etc etc!! one thing lead to another and now i am here…….. three yrs in this fandom… nearly (?) a yr being active on rezero tumblr… HAH

also i made a reddit account back inn…. 2020 or 2021 bc i wanted to be a tinyyy bit active in rezero reddit (this was half a mistake btw. i think i have more balls of steel now but my younger self was sooooo naive. shaking them by the shoulders. this is an anime fandom!!!!!! and this is reddit!!! whatre u expecting???? i am less shy now on the internet thats for sure!!). anyway im still a tiny bit active on rz reddit now after not touching it for like a year. now i use my reddit account for spreading otto propaganda and slander /lh …../hj

but anyway ive never been active in fandoms until rezero and thats bc id usually lurk and a lot of my past hyperfixation medias were :< big fandoms :<<< but then. ok im a fanfic enjoyer and i didnt write much fanfic or publish fic at all before this fandom but then in 2020 after watching s1 i checked rezero’s ao3 page and *sniffles* *sobs* thERE WAS ONLY LIKE 2 PAGES ON THERE MAN….. A WHOLE DESERT…. yes and then one thing lead to another and now there is more fic and also ig id be considered an english fic writer elder maybe…… i started posting in like fall/winter 2020? and maaaan im one of the only ppl from that era whos still posting i think!!! ive seen the entire english fanfic scene pop up!! ive participated in a bunch of community events… sooo wild to think about. i feel old guys!!!

but now i have gotten more and more active in the rz fandom yes :3 its been fun!! rezero is very important media to me and ive met lots of cool people in my time here :) when october 2024 rolls around itll be s3 time (AAAAA HYPE HYPE HYPE) and like four yrs of me being in this fandom?? its wild but my lifes genuinely changed a lot bc of me getting into rezero!! met lots of cool people… made pals… gotten my writing and art out there and improved on it via. large amounts of rezero fanart HAH.. became more unhinged.. etc etc :D even got to meet one of my buddies i met via rezero irl 👍👍 more irl crossover events will happen i swear.

also gigguk in my eyes redeemed himself for his old rezero skit vid by making a glowing review for rezero s2 with his pals. i can forgive him i suppose :<<<

in conclusion: idk if i count as a fandom elder but i sure have a lot of my own fandom lore pfft :<<<

[kiss-seokjin]

Nation’s Innocence

Thank you @caelesjjk​ for the banner!

Synopsis: He was the nation's bad boy and you were the nation’s innocence. Who knew you were secretly dating, and were quite intimate at that?

Pairing: idol Yoongi x idol reader

Genre/ au: smut, idolverse

Word count: 2,986

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mostly smut, buff ginger Yoongi, swearing, reference to quarantine, reference to controlling label

Smut warnings: semi public sex, car sex, grinding, groping, ass slapping/ spanking, oral (m receiving), hair tugging, fingering, finger sucking, making out, begging, raw (wrap it before you tap it), vaginal sex, belly bulge, marking, nipple play, tit sucking, choking, creampie, big dick Yoongi, dom Yoongi, sub reader, corruption kink, slight praise kink, degradation kink (whore, slut, bitch)

We don’t gotta test drive nothin’ - Ariana Grande

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Parked in an empty parking lot outside of Seoul, you and Yoongi unbuckle your seatbelts. It is a bit past 11:30 PM, with the stars shining a bit brighter out here compared to the city. The full moon stands out against the dark sky, adding a little bit of light. Normally there may have been some others here at a small mall like this one at this hour, but due to recent regulations, most people now are at home by this hour. It was hard for you to sneak out of the dorm without getting caught, but Yoongi has taught you how to do it well. He knows a thing or two about being sneaky. He’s called the nation's bad boy for a reason. But he’s really quite sweet once you get past his cold exterior.

You both know what you're about to do. Ever since you started seeing Yoongi, you feel lucky your label forces all female idols to take the pill, because now that means you can do whatever you want with him without worries. But you also know full well dating and hooking up is also against the contract, so an eye for an eye you suppose.

This is gonna be the last time you can meet up with Yoongi before he flies off to the US for a month for a work schedule and vacation. You watch him as he slides off his hoodie, revealing hints of his muscular body under his white t-shirt and jeans. His newly dyed ginger hair looks extremely good on him, something the fans will surely lose their minds over. You’ve been eyeing him for the entire car ride, anticipating what you’ll be doing for the night.

He’s been giving you glances throughout the ride too, taking in your figure that is hidden under a hoodie and skirt. Not to mention the long socks and sneakers. Your cap and mask have been long forgotten as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt.

After putting on a special playlist for the occasion, Yoongi tunes it down to a semi low volume before turning to you.

“Are you ready to be ruined?” he asks.

“I was born ready,” you reply, smirking at him. You crawl on over, straddling him. Your skirt hitches up as you do. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you still smirk at him.

“Bold of you to take charge.”

“Not for long, baby. Let me please you.”

He puts his hands on your ass as you grind into him. You feel his member prodding against your core, slowly growing against the cloth between you. Feeling his member scraping against your core, you feel yourself starting to get wet under him. A whimper escapes your lips, causing you to bite your lower lip.

“Don’t hold it back baby,'' Yoongi says. “I want to hear it all. I want to hear you getting ruined by me.”

Releasing your lip, another whimper leaves your lip as his now hard member presses into your wet core. Yoongi’s grip tightens on your ass as you pick up your pace. He tilts his head back, jaw dropping in pleasure. You are beginning to feel more and more needy and Yoongi is too. Yoongi continues to grope your ass until suddenly, he slaps it.

“Is that all you got, bitch?” he taunts. “You gotta earn my dick.”

You pick up your pace once again, practically bouncing on him now. He slaps your ass some more, as though he is riding a horse. A long groan leaves Yoongi’s lips, his member feeling tight against his clothes.

“Yoongi,” you moan. “Please…”

“You’re such a needy whore,” he says. “For a girl nicknamed ‘Nation’s Innocence’ you surely are one big slut. Baby stop, I’ve got plans for you.”

He opens the door motioning for you to get out. You happily oblige, getting on your knees for him. The early November cold pricks at your skin, but you’re layered enough that you should be okay. Untying his belt, he sets it aside on the dashboard. Undoing his jeans, he pulls his cock out. His member is red and twitches, needing attention. The length and girth of it will be a lot to handle.

Sliding between Yoongi’s legs, you place your hands on his knees and look up at him with big eyes. He sticks his cock in front of your face.

“Suck me off like your life depends on it.” he commands.

Opening your mouth, you start to take him in. His girth makes you struggle to take him in, causing you to grunt. He places a hand at the back of your head to help you. Soon his cock reaches your throat and Yoongi thrusts in a little bit more for good measure. His fingers seep into your hair, tugging a little.

You start to bob your head on him, mouth and tongue doing work on Yoongi’s cock. He throws his head back, mouth agape as you pleasure him. You puff your cheeks before suching harshly. Yoongi sucks his breath as your tongue glides along him.

“Good girl,” he mutters. “You’re sucking me so well. You’re such a good slut.”

With a little tug from Yoongi on your hair, you start bobbing your head faster. His cock repeatedly ends up at the back of your throat again and again. Tears well up in your eyes as you try to take him the best you can.

Again you puff out your checks, sucking down more harshly on his cock this time. His cock goes deep into your throat as tears begin to roll down your face. Your knees hurt from being like this for so long and your throat hurts too. Your tongue does tricks on him as he moans about how good you are. Pleasure builds up on your panties and down your legs, your pussy throbbing for attention.

You grunt and whimper into him, causing him to finally lift his head and open his eyes. What he sees is your pretty little face sucking his cock like the good slut you are, except now tears are present.

“Stop, sucking,” he commands. Once you do, he pulls your head back, his cock leaving your lips. “What’s the problem?”

“Well…” you say, voice a bit raspy. “My throat was hurting a bit… And the ground is pretty uncomfortable… Yoongi, I really want your cock…”

“Where?”

“In my pussy.”

“What do you say?”

“Please Yoongi, please,” you say, crawling up to him. “I want you to fuck me so bad. My pussy is throbbing for your cock. Please, please, please fuck me.”

He looks down, seeing your juices dripping down your legs. All of this neediness is for him. His mouth waters at the side of your neediness dripping between your legs. How could he not give you a treat? Something he knows you’ve been wanting for a long while.

“Get on inside,” he says at last. Climbing inside, he positions you so that you're in a seated position on his lap but your upper half is over the console and front passenger seat. Kind of like doggy style. As he closes the car door, you point your ass up towards Yoongi and he flips the skirt out of the way down onto your back.

He pulls down your panties, a slick string of juices follow. Leaving the panties at your knees, Yoongi brings his digits back up, circling your clit. You whimper at his touch as his finger does tricks against your clit. Inserting a digit, Yoongi starts to gently thrust his finger into you. You sigh at its coldness against your walls. Yoongi licks his lips, watching as he thrusts his digit into you. Your walls suck him, enticing him.

Inserting another digit, he starts thrusting a bit harsher into you. You let out soft sighs as his slender fingers glide in and out of your pussy. Scissoring your walls, Yoongi strokes your ass.

“You’re pussy looks so beautiful, Y/N,” he mutters. “I can’t wait to see what it looks like with my cock inside it, ruining you. You’re just an innocent little slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you whimper softly, feeling Yoongi insert a third digit into you.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Yoongi. I’m an innocent slut… Please ruin me.”

“You want to be ruined, eh? Oh I’ll make sure there’s no innocence left once I’m done fucking you.”

He slaps your ass as he starts harshly ramming his digits into you. You start moaning, feeling the fiery knot in your core build a little. Every slap on your ass brings pleasurable pain shooting through you.

“Not so innocent now, you whore,” Yoongi exclaims, spanking your ass again. “Who’s responsible for corrupting the nation's innocence?”

“You,” you moan out as he starts ramming his digits harder into you.

“What’s my name, bitch?” he asks, harshly slapping your ass.

“Yoongi!” you practically scream and moan. “Min Yoongi is responsible for ruining me! Please ruin me more!”

“Oh you aren’t ruined enough you little slut? How would you like to be ruined?”

“I want your cock! Please Yoongi, ruin me with your cock. I’ve never had good cock until you.”

“To be honest, dear, my dick is the only dick that’s ever ruined you. But you need to be a good girl to earn it. Do you know how to be a good girl for me, miss nation’s innocence?”

“Please Yoongi. Please ruin me with your cock. Please take my innocence for good like you promised. I’ll always be a good girl for you Yoongi. Please I want you so bad babe. Fuck me senseless. Please… Min Yoongi, I'm begging you. I’ve been such a good girl. I’ll always be a good girl for you.”

“You’re such a good girl, it's bad. I think you’ve earned it.”

Stopping his thrusts, he pulls his fingers out of your throbbing pussy. Helping you up, Yoongi puts his now wet fingers in front of your face.

“Suck me dry, will you?” he asks. Softly taking him by the wrist, you take his fingers to your lips. You suck them, tasting your juices.You sigh into it, eagerly sucking away. “This is only before my cock and you're already so excited. How cute.”

Removing his fingers from your mouth. He harshly placed his lips against yours. Yoongi can taste your arousal all over as he sticks his tongue inside. As you passionately kiss, articles of clothing get removed. A skirt. A pair of jeans. A hoodie. And so on. This only leaves your bare bodies exposed. Yoongi’s buff figure is something you can’t help but eye as he lowers the seat back until it is mostly flat.

Flipping you around, Yoongi ends up on top, gazing down at you with hungry eyes. Yoongi gives his cock a few pumps before he places his hands on your waist. You wrap your arms around his back and legs around his hips, pulling his hips down. His cock teases your entrance, gaining an anticipatory whimper from your lips. Yoongi softly smirks to himself.

Finally, Yoongi enters your pussy at long last. Your walls stretch as he slowly pushes himself deep into you. You can only watch in awe as his cock bulges in your pussy as he pushes deeper and deeper. The stretch hurts a little but it only brings you more pleasure. Finally his girth fills you up, with a bulge that you could only describe as jaw dropping. Yoongi looks down as well, smirking at the bulge. He smirks back at you, almost as if to say ‘I told you so’.

He lets you fully adjust to his size before pulling part way out, promptly thrusting back into you. Yoongi starts with moderate thrusts, hips sharply snapping his cock deep into your pussy. Moaning, your nails sink into his back in pleasure. As lewd noises fill the car, Yoongi peppers your skin with kisses, leaving marks as he goes. He gives extra attention to your sweet spot, tongue gliding along your skin before nibbling down. With care, his lips travel all over your neck, shoulders, and chest.

“Yoongi,” you moan out as he gets to your breasts. Yoongi trails his lips over one, gently placing his them over your tit. As he sucks, he places a hand on the other one, hands kneading it like a cat. You stare up at the ceiling as Yoongi sucks and fondles your boobs, sighing and whimpering in pleasure.

Yoongi traces his tongue over your breast, nibbling down on your erect tit. He moves his jaw slightly, giving a little twist. His thrusts remain stable throughout this, building the fire in your core. His hand kneads down, fingers doing wonders on your breast. Yoongi’s fingers find your tit and give it a little squeeze, making you whimper. He sucks on your nipple, little licks from his tongue gazing against your tit on the occasion. His other hand grasps your hip, keeping it steady against his thrusts.

Yoongi removes his lips from your breast, a slight pop filling the air. He places his hand back at your hip, lips trailing up your chest to your neck. He picks up his thrusts, snapping into you more quickly and harshly. As he rams his cock into your pussy, he sucks at your neck, grunting against you here and there. Your jaw drops in pleasure, with a slew of moans of moans and sighs leaving your lips.

Yoongi picks his head up, watching your face make beautifully lewd expressions. It is only more arousing with the slew of noises leaving your lips. It’s addictive and he can’t get enough of it.

“Y/N,” he moans. “Fuck. Look at what you do to me, baby. Seeing you turn into such a slut does so much to me. Who made you such a slut, nation's innocence?”

“Yoongi,” you moan. “I’m a slut for Min Yoongi.”

“Who else?”

“Just Min Yoongi. I’m only a slut for you.”

“Good girl,” he says, placing a hand at your neck. He places his fingers in behind your throat, gently pressing down. It is slightly restrictive but isn’t concerning. Yoongi is really the careful type, not wishing to inadvertently cause actual harm to the ones he loves for momentary pleasure.

Feeling your pulse, you start to feel a bit lightheaded from Yoongi’s gentle press. He still is looking down at your face, grunting and sighing as he rams into you. Sighing, you look up at Yoongi, face showing a mix of pleasure and lightheadedness. Yoongi cocks his head back, moaning.

“You don’t know how much you do to me,” he groans. You softly smile at him, sighing in pleasure. He removes his hand from your throat, placing it back at your hip. He picks up his pace yet again, snapping his cock into you hard and fast.

The car bounces every time he rams his cock into you. He slams into your cervix again and again, causing pleasure to shoot through you. Your legs tighten around his waist a little, with your fingers digging into his back. The lewd noises fill the car, seeming a bit louder due to the small environment.

Yoongi starts to moan and sigh, muttering your name, nicknames, and praises. His fingers dig into your hips as he rams into your pussy. His strong arms tense up as he does. The windows have long since fogged up, only aiding in your privacy.

Feeling your high around the corner, you only start to become more vocal, jaw dropping as you let out a slew of moans. Yoongi’s face is just as expressive as yours now, with him also nearing his climax. Sweat glistens on his face and muscular body, only making him look so much more sexy. He’s worked himself so much just for you.

Your pussy feels so nice wrapped around his cock. It sucks him just right as he pounds deep into it. It is driving him crazy and he can’t get enough of it. Not to mention how expressive and vocal you are because of him. Seeing the sweaty glow of sex on your beautiful face and body as your hair drapes off the seat only spurs him on. You’re like this because of him and it is so beautiful.

“Y/N, you’re too good - oh Y/N,” Yoongi moans out before sighing. He rams into your g-spot as he does, making you come at last. You moan and scream Yoongi’s name, legs tightening around his waist as you see stars. It is such a powerful climax and Yoongi fucks you through it, feeling your arms and legs tighten around him, pulling him closer.

Your pussy is so tight around him as he thrusts into it, driving him wild. Hips shuddering, Yoongi thrusts his cock deep into your pussy, cumming. As you both cum, you grind against each other, milking every drop. Your pussy is now more filled than it was before and you can feel it. Cum is already starting to drip out as your grind.

Once you both finish, Yoongi lays on top of you, exhausted. His now soft member is still inside your dripping pussy. He places soft, loving kisses on your lips.

“You're just so good to me, baby,” he mutters between kisses.

“You ruined me so well,” you softly praise. “I love you.”

“I love you too… Let’s just… Stay like this for a bit, please? I promise I’ll drive you home soon.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be than with you, babe.”

So you stay there, softly and passionately kissing in his car, with all the time in the world slipping away as you spend these final, infinite moments with the man you love; Min Yoongi. The nation's bad boy. But he’ll come running back, he always does. Because how could he ever truly leave the woman he loves, the nation’s innocence?

[lakesbian]

“If I go back then I miss you guys,” Jessie said.  “And I end up worrying, because the last time I checked on you, Sy, Helen was taking a break to see if she could hunt deer at the edge of the black wood while wearing a quarantine suit-” “Which I can,” Helen said, waving the hook she’d attached to her quarantine suit. “-and you were having long, intensive conversations with Mauer.  You didn’t even recognize me.” “I recognized you,” I said.  “I wouldn’t not recognize you.  But maybe I didn’t think you were real.  Sometimes they get crafty.”

HM. THINGS ARE NOT GOING GOOD IN TWIGVILLE

[preservationofnormalcy]

Ok, I could use some advice. I was going through some old video game cartridges for consoles not present in this reality, right? Well, out of nowhere, this magenta glowing black goop just starts oozing out of the cartrige???

I booted up the game and asked the characters inside. They said It was called 'Miasma', but that's about all I could make out, since I can't speak the language in the game.

So wait, you started out this whole thing looking for video games that shouldn’t exist, and you’re somehow surprised you got black goop on the carpet?

I’m also going to assume something laid a trap for you, to be honest. I’ve said this before, but “alternate realities” are rare, hard to access, and to have anything cross over is very notable. It’s possible that’s the case here, but it’s more likely something set a lure for video game inclined people and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

There’s not a lot of advice I can even offer here, beyond “hey don’t do that.” You’re going to want to quarantine both cartridge and console until AbTech gets there.

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 37

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Summary: As the sickness begins to spread, Daryl and a small group leaves on a mission. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; walker swarms; illness spreading; group suicide by antifreeze; graphic descriptions of brutal flu symptoms; criticism of those who "opt out" of apocalyptic circumstances via suicide

Chapter 37 - Quarantined

Iris shuffled limply into the cell block, Daryl shutting the glass door behind her.

“Caleb?” She called weakly, staggering further in. Everything was grey, the shuffling of her feet accompanied by disembodied coughing and quiet moans. She turned to the left, watching a woman cough a clot of blood into the handkerchief in her hand. “Caleb!” She called a little louder. She jumped as the cell door beside her clanged, the person who died inside of it clawing at her through the bars. 

“Iris. We have to tell them.” Caleb said, staggering over toward her, leaning on the iron staircase. “It’s starting.”

-

“It’s spread.” Hershel confirmed, sitting around the council table with the few remaining members alongside him. “Everyone who survived the attack in Cell Block D. Sasha, Caleb, and now others.”

“Iris?” Carol asked, turning to Daryl with a worried expression. He nodded silently, biting down on his thumbnail. “So what do we do?”

“First things first. Cell Block A is isolation. We keep the sick people there like we tried with Karen and David.” Hershel explained. 

“What the hell are we going to do about that?” Daryl asked, recalling their problem with the charred bodies outside.

“Ask Rick to look into it.” Carol suggested. “Try to make a timeline— who’s where, when. But what are we gonna do to stop this?”

“There is no stopping it.” Hershel shook his head. “You get it, you have to go through it.”

“But it just kills you?” Michonne asked.

“The illness doesn’t. The symptoms do. We need antibiotics.”

“We’ve been through every pharmacy nearby.” Daryl shook his head. “And then some.”

“That veterinary college at West Peachtree Tech, that’s one place people may not think to look for medication. The drugs for animals there are the same we need.” Hershel explained. 

“Thats fifty miles.” Daryl nodded. “Too big a risk before. Ain’t now. I’ll take a group out. Best not to waste any more time.”

“I’m in.” Michonne agreed.

“You haven’t been exposed.” Hershel protested. “Daryl has. You get in a car with him…”

“He's already given me fleas.” Michonne jested, grinning. Hershel chuckled lightly. 

“I can lead the way.” He offered. “I know where everything’s kept."

“When we’re out there, it’s always the same.” Daryl shook his head, licking his lips. “Sooner or later, we run.”

“I can draw you a map.” Hershel conceded. “There are other precautions I feel we should take.”

“Like what?” Carol asked.

“There’s no telling how long it’ll be before Daryl’s group returns. Wouldn’t it make sense for us to separate the most vulnerable?” Hershel proposed. “We can use the administration building. Separate office, separate room.”

“Who is the most vulnerable?” Glenn asked.

“The very young.”

“What about the old?”

-

Daryl slung his vest over the hood of a car, hooking up the struts to keep it open. He pulled the dipstick out, frowning as Michonne meandered over.

“Son of a bitch is about a quart low.” He stated.

“You still keep it in the bottom of tower three?” Michonne asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded. She turned to go get the oil as Daryl planted his hands on the car, bracing himself. He was mad. Iris was sick. The worst part was, there wasn’t much he could really do about it. He could go on this run, get meds and other things from the veterinary college, but then what?

“You okay?” Michonne asked, turning back. Daryl looked up, nodding briskly. She paused, pursing her lips. “You worried about Iris?” He said nothing, pausing a moment before nodding again. “We’ll do what we can.”

“Feels weird going out without her.” He admitted. Michonne nodded.

“If anyone’s going to pull through, it’s her. She is one tough woman.” Michonne said with a soft smile. Daryl nodded. He knew that. Of course he knew that. But he would still allow himself to worry. 

-

Iris watched as Carol herded more of the sick into the cell block. She and Caleb were doing what they could for themselves and the others. Iris watched as Carol hugged and consoled a little girl, Lizzie. Her father had died when Patrick got sick and asked Carol to take care of her and her sister. Carl said she was a creepy little kid. The little girl coughed into her elbow, Carol nudging her through the door.

“Lizzie?” Iris called. She looked up. “Want someone to tuck you in?” She offered. Lizzie nodded and Iris extended her hand, helping her inside the quarantine zone to find her a clean cot to sleep in. “You know me?”

“Iris.” Lizzie replied. Iris nodded. She helped her into a cot and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

“Yep. You come and get me or call for me if you need anything, okay?” Iris asked. She turned, coughing into her elbow before looking back. “Everything is gonna be okay.”

“Okay.” Lizzie agreed meekly. She turned over, facing the wall as she hugged the sheet to herself. Iris sighed, pushing herself to her feet and shuffling back out of the room.

“Iris?” Sasha called from across the room. She looked up. “Daryl wants to talk to you.” 

Iris shuffled into a small room with a chair and a window with a curtain, a small speaker through the wall allowing people to talk through. This is where inmates on death row met with their families for the last time. Morbid, and unsettling. Daryl stood with his arms crossed, looking up as she entered the room, pulling a blanket tighter around her shoulders. He frowned at the sight of her, pallid and sickly, heavy bags under her eyes.

“Don’t look at me.” Iris groaned, pulling the blanket over her face. Daryl scoffed.

“Since when do you care?” He asked, trying to bring light to the situation, but the slight waver in his voice betrayed him. 

“You’re right.” Iris sniffled, smiling sympathetically. “Miss me out there?”

“Damn near falling apart.” He replied, offering the slightest upturn of the corner of his mouth. It soothed Iris a little, and she settled into the hard metal chair. “How’s it in there?”

“Disgusting.” She replied. He frowned. “But better than it looks. I feel useless.”

“Nah. Sasha told me how you were helping everyone.” He stated. Iris shrugged. “We’re going on a run. Hershel drew us a map of that veterinary college.” 

“That’s far.” Iris frowned.

“I know.” Daryl agreed. “But we could have medicine as early as tomorrow.” Iris looked up hopefully, and truth be told, it broke his heart. “Hang on a little longer, alright? We’ve got a chance.”

“Daryl…” She murmured.

“Get some rest. I gotta go.” He said, clearing his throat before turning away, not daring to turn back. Iris sighed, pressing her forehead against the cool glass. They had a chance. 

Daryl made his way back outside, setting up Zach’s car for the run. It was a pretty nice Charger, and he’d kept it in good order. Iris had made a few slight comments about how Zach likely didn’t know how to drive such a nice car.

“Everything alright?” Bob asked, walking over with a can of gas.

“Yeah. Zach kept this thing running pretty good.” Daryl replied, wiping his hands off on a rag as he chucked his vest into the driver’s seat.

“This is Zach’s car?” Bob asked, his tone falling.

“Fastest one we got.” Daryl explained. “You alright?”

“You really want me coming along?” Bob asked. Daryl pulled out the list of medications Hershel gave him, walking over to Bob.

“What’s this word?” He asked, pointing to the first item on the list.

“Zanamivir.” Bob replied. Daryl nodded.

“Yep. We need you.” They both turned as Tyreese came over. “What’s up?”

“You still got room for one more?” Tyreese asked.

“Hell yeah.”

“Good. Just got to get my gear.” Tyreese replied, nodding as he jogged off to gather his things.

“Alright.” Daryl murmured to himself, loading up his crossbow.

The first half of the ride was quiet, anxious. Little conversation. There was a lot on the line, and each of them knew it. After a while, Daryl got fed up with the silence, punching the button for the radio. 

“Hand me some of them CDs?” Daryl asked, gesturing to the CD case in the glove compartment. Michonne rifled through them before they all stopped dead at the sound of a voice on the radio.

“Was that a voice?” Bob asked. Daryl shushed him as he fiddled with the tuning, trying to zero in on the correct frequency. 

He looked up at Michonne for a split second before the car hit a walker with a lurch. Daryl inhaled sharply as he jerked the wheel, trying to weave in between the sudden influx of undead pedestrians. They skidded to a stop as a small herd came out from around the corner, quickly surrounding the car.

“Grab something!” Daryl yelled, throwing the car in reverse, they ran over a few walkers, creating a small pile between the back tires. 

“Go to the left!” Michonne pointed. When he shifted back into drive, the wheels were caught skidding in viscera as if it were mud. They were stuck. 

“We’re jammed.” Daryl announced. “Make a run for the gaps right there, you two make a run for the woods and you don’t stop for nothing, you hear me? Now!” He punched the sunroof out of the car, climbing up and taking aim with his crossbow. He and Michonne created a path. “Move!” He slid down the windshield smoothly as he and Michonne made a break for it. Bob and Tyreese scrambled out of the car, bolting after them.

Tyreese quickly got swarmed, taking down each walker that came at him with the small hammer he had as a weapon. He screamed at them to go, for the walkers to come after him, boldly sacrificing himself for the medicine. Daryl reluctantly guided Michonne and Bob into the woods, leaving the swarm of walkers and Tyreese behind them.

They hurried through the woods, weaving in between brush and trees to eliminate the few walkers they encountered. Daryl paused, turning back for a moment to see Tyreese burst through the brush. He was covered in gore, but they couldn’t tell if he was bit or not. They hauled him along, continuing to run. 

-

Iris coughed. She coughed a lot. She coughed mid-sentence, attempting to thank Hershel for the cup of tea he handed her. She accepted it greedily, enjoying the hot liquid soothing her aching throat. He also handed her a cool cloth and she held it to her forehead. 

“Stay awake, kiddo.” Hershel murmured, patting her cheek as her eyes fluttered. Iris sighed, keeping her eyes open.

“Kiddo?” She asked, her voice hoarse. He nodded, smiling softly. She noted he no longer wore a mask over his face. “Thought I was supposed to be resting.”

“Not too deeply.” He replied. She smiled, nodding. Glenn appeared in the doorway of her cell, smiling weekly. “Keep each other awake, you hear?” The two of them nodded, Glenn coming in to sit on the cot beside her, intertwining their hands. Hershel left them to see to the others.

“You good?” Glenn asked, coughing lightly.

“I hate being sick. Always have.” Iris murmured.

“Doesn’t everyone?” He asked.

“Yeah, but I hate it with passion.” She replied, squeezing his hand for emphasis. He chuckled. “Always makes me think I took not being sick for granted.”

“They’ll come back soon. With the medicine.” Glenn assured. 

“You seen Maggie yet?” She asked. “She’s been asking for you.” He shook his head.

“I don’t want her to see me like this. I keep asking Hershel to cover for me.” He coughed. Iris nodded in understanding. She suffered through an inhale. 

“We’ll make it.” She whispered. Glenn nodded, his head lolling against hers as they leaned against the wall together.

-

“This is Turner Creek, so Barnesville must be a few miles downstream.” Michonne murmured.

“Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride.” Bob agreed.

“Yo, Ty!” Daryl called from atop the small wooden bridge over the creek. Tyreese was kneeling on the bank, washing the blood out of his t-shirt. “C’mon, let’s go. Vámonos.” He made little move to follow them as they stood up, Bob staying back a few paces to make sure he came with. They’d lost a whole night in the woods because of the car. They didn’t have many more options other than press forward, but they were each taking it hard.

They found an old dirt road, following it in hopes they could find Barnesville at the end. Daryl stopped in the road, kneeling down and licking a finger before he picked up a stone, rubbing his saliva on it to clear away the dirt. It was pretty.

“Is that jasper?” Michonne asked. Daryl grunted, nodding slightly. “It’s a good colour. Brings out your eyes.” He looked up at her blankly, finding her chuckling silently. 

“When Miss Richards went into A block and found out we were leaving, she asked me to keep a lookout.” Daryl explained. “I’m gonna use it for her old man’s marker.”

“You know all of them back there?” She asked, surprised.

“You stay in one place more than a couple hours, you’d be surprised what you pick up.” He replied. It was a little passive aggressive, but they were all disappointed whenever Michonne decided she was going to leave again. He kept on walking, leaving her to sigh before following. 

They kept along the dirt road, soon finding a small building with corrugated steel walls. As they rounded the corner, the sign above indicated that it was a garage and gas station. A little overgrown, absolutely covered in ivy, but it had potential.

“See something?” Bob asked as Daryl stopped again.

“I don’t know, maybe.” He replied. He dove into an area of particularly thick brush, pulling a car door out of it as if from nowhere. As he climbed inside, the others tore off the ivy while Daryl tried to hot wire the car. He remembered when Iris taught him how, the two of them joking about misspent youths. She’d be thrilled to know Daryl always thought of her when committing this particular crime. When it started taking particularly long for the wires to catch, he sighed, climbing back out of the car. “We gotta find us a new battery.”

He turned around, finding a small, dust-covered window into the garage. It was open a little ways, but he couldn’t see anything inside. He spat into his hand to rub the dirt away, but a walker slammed against the glass from the inside first, causing him to jump back. 

“Got some friends inside.” He murmured. “C’mon. Let’s clear a path, see how many we got.”

They cleared away branches and swathes of ivy, trying to find a door. They dug through the brush for a moment before a walker each lunged out through the foliage. Michonne made quick work of their heads, careful to avoid the limbs of their group. Tyreese found the door, ripping the wires off and pulling the latch open. Bob and Daryl filed inside, most of the walkers having attacked them. Michonne and Tyreese went back over to clear the rest of the vines off of the car. There was regular station equipment and product, nothing in particular they needed.

Daryl moved into the garage, finding a stack of car batteries. He pried the cells open with a knife to check them out, see if it was gonna work.

“Cells look pretty dry.” Bob muttered. A little distilled water will clear that right up. Iris’ voice said in his head.

“Just need some water.” Daryl grunted. They meandered back through the store, looking around. Daryl’s flashlight caught on some gross-looking brown liquid on the ground, directly next to a bottle of antifreeze and a red solo cup. “That’s puke.” Daryl mused. “Those douchebags in the vines took themselves out. Holding hands, kumbaya style.”

“They wanted to go out together, same as they lived. That make them douchebags?” Bob asked, frowning.

“It does if they could have gotten out.” Daryl replied, pursing his lips.

“Everybody makes it, till they don’t.” Bob stated flatly. “People nowadays are dominos. What they did, maybe its about not having to watch them fall.” Daryl glanced back at him over his shoulder and nodded.

“Right.” He replied slowly. He grabbed a bottle of distilled water off of the shelf, turning the corner. “Come on.” There was another walker across the aisle, an old man, freshly dead, pinned underneath a large shelf that’d collapsed. Daryl left him, Bob staring down at the dead. He took a screwdriver off the wall, putting the thing out of its misery before following Daryl out of the shop.

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IM INDECISVE 📓💭🔎🔥🍎

LISTENNNNNN THIS IS ME PRACTICING SELF RESTRAINT

batting my eyelashes at you, twirling my hair and reminding you that you knew this is who i was when you married me

hi baby sorry this took so long but only the best for you <3 (i'll get the blankets for the couch)

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“Evan, I promise you you are not a shitty friend. I just– you do realize this is almost the exact way you acted when Eddie was hanging out with Tommy, right?”

“But I don’t like Josh, not that way,” Buck replied. 

“You didn’t like Tommy all that much, either, considering you broke up with him after only a few months.”

💭-- (i can't remember if i ever posted anything with this in a previous game so if this isn't new then oops)

Evan Buckley always wondered what it’d be like to meet his soulmates. Since the day he was born, he’d walked around with a reminder of one of them, two black lines wrapped around his right arm, right below his elbow. When he was younger, Maddie had told him his soulmate could either match it, or compliment it, but he wouldn’t know which until he met them.

When he asked her how he’d know it was them if they didn’t match, she’d just smiled and said “You’ll know”.

He never realized exactly how he’d know.

🔎-- (i wrote this just for you baby)

Bobby sat next to him while Buck was in surgery, explained that he’d had him drive because he didn’t want to make Eddie watch another partner die in the back of an ambulance, but it felt like a half-truth. The knowledge that it wasn’t just himself comparing the event to him losing Shannon, despite the fact that he and Buck weren’t together, didn’t help.

The comparison was also the reason that Eddie hadn’t entered Buck’s hospital room. He’d stood outside it, sure, but he hadn’t gone inside. Even seeing Buck in his peripheral vision when glancing at Bobby sitting by his son’s side was too much. The last time he’d seen someone hooked up like Buck was, it was Shannon in the back of the ambulance. He could still hear Chimney’s voice saying “If I put this tube in, there’s a good chance it’s not coming back out”. It was all he could think of when he looked at Buck, so he didn’t.

🔥-- (this entire chapter is shaping up to be incredibly domestic i apologize in advance)

When Eddie woke up the next morning, it was to a warm weight pressing up against his back and over his side; a weight he hadn’t felt since quarantine. He’d gotten so used to it back then, that when it came time for him to return home, he’d had to practically glue his mouth shut to prevent him from asking Buck to come back with him. 

The look on Buck’s face had told him he was thinking the same thing.

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“I think you’re taking this a little too seriously, Buck.”

“No, I’m not. You weren’t at the last bake sale, you didn’t hear what she said.”

“Well, the brownies were a little crispier around the edges than normal, but that’s fine! We’re firefighters, the PTA understands that sometimes we’re a little rushed to do things and will accidentally leave the brownies in the oven for a minute longer than we’re supposed to because we're tired from shift."

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