#these fuckers ice skate together.

[kaistarus]

What's extra fucking amazing about Craig and tweek is I'm so used to ships being not real that when I remember it's canon I fucking cannot process. Like no it isn't headcanon Craig would call tweek Honey/babe. No it isn't headcanon Craig would sing on a stage for tweek or help him talk/work through his feelings. No it isn't a headcanon that tweek would bother him in the middle of the night when stressed. Craig was helping him with a panic attack for fucks sake. Like what the actual fuck. I can just watch the show for this shit. Craig got an I love you even if ur gay speech from his dad like what the fucknis that??? WHAT IS THAT?!?!?

Idc if it's south Park. This is the first canon couple ever and I cannot process it

[d3adlyromb3ar]

'. ݁₊ ⊹ cold lips, cold heart — one

— pairing. hockey player!choso x ice skater!fem!reader

— synopsis. you were one of the most graceful skaters to ever skate in your local arena, competing at a young age— racking up trophies and medals as the years passed. after an accident at your last competition, you find yourself afraid to skate again. your coach decides to ask one of your local hockey team players for help, desperate to get you back on the ice. but out of all the players your coach could’ve picked, it had to be him.

— word count. 3.5k

— contents. enemies to friends (eventual), friends to lovers (eventual), angst, trauma, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries, language

— notes. i think hockey players are hot & choso is extremely hot, so put those together and life just feels perfect 🤤 thank you @saradika for the dividers 🤍

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How does one find themself in this situation, one so backwards. One so disorienting you wonder if this is merely a dream or the harsh reality. It couldn’t possibly be a moment in your life that needed to happen. You outright refused to believe that this was happening for a reason.

Between the battlegrounds you call your life and the way you were losing your mental strength as every day passed— the ice was the last place you clung to. It was the only place where you could be free. Free of the pain, the agony— of it all.

As you feel the cameras flashing, the blurred outlines of faces and silhouettes crowding you— you realize that you life was about to change. The pit in your stomach only grew in size at the possibility that you may never skate again. What was once a place you could call home, could now just be remembered as a sheet of ice.

Your eyes remained unfocused, staring blankly at your legs covered by a sheet, being wheeled into the back of an ambulance. Voices could be heard from either side of you, although they were unclear. It sounded almost as if they were speaking underwater— you weren’t listening.

It became too much for your eyes to stay open, and you begin to drift off. If only you knew how much your life was about to change.

“Here you go,” You handed the man his extra large coffee with two sugars and two creams. Just like every day. “Enjoy!”

“Thanks darling.” The man sent her a smile, heading outside to his usual spot, in the shade, just a hair out of the sunlight.

You smiled as he walked away. He was such a kind old man, face so gentle— and wrinkly. Still, he was sweet.

“What bullshit!” Your friend Maki hissed, face stuffed in her phone, “They keep making these damn tickets more expensive. Fucking fuckers.”

You slapped a hand to your mouth, trying your hardest not to giggle at her frustrated state.

“C’mon, you don’t really wanna go to a hockey game that bad, do you?”

“Hell no.” She hissed.

“Right, right. You just wanna try and get some big hunky hockey player dick.”

Maki had a proud expression on her face.

“That’s right— and I’m not ashamed.”

You shook your head, letting the giggle escape this time.

“You’re utterly ridiculous.”

“And youuu need to get some hockey dick too. Or just dick period.”

You rolled your eyes, very aware of your dry spell that has been going on for… well. Awhile.

“I am doing just fine actually, thank you very much.”

Maki leaned forward, her glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She was giving you her best really look.

“Honey, I’m all for this independent female attitude you got going on but, let’s be real. You need to be dicked down.”

You made a disgusted face, embarrassed that she was talking so loudly when there were costumers around.

“You might feel a little less stressed once you do,” She told you, “Find some super good dick and all your issues might just vanish.”

“Yeah, wish that was the case.” You were at a whisper by the end, glancing down to the scars that started below your knee and disappeared underneath your shorts.

Maki noticed your stare, her gaze softening.

“Listen, it might be good for you to at least meet someone, y’know? You need to stop moping around and go do something— live a little!”

You pouted, crossing your arms.

“I’m not moping around.”

Maki gave you another look.

“Babe, you’re the epitome of moping around.”

You acted hurt, holding a hand over your heart.

“Damn Maki.”

“I’m serious (Y/n).”

You waved her off, brushing all your joking to the side. Plus, you were only using humor to hide how you were truly feeling— defeated.

“I know, I know.”

“I just wanna see you happy, that’s all. You deserve that after everything you’ve been through.” She told you sweetly.

“I am happy Maki. Life at the coffee shop couldn’t be better.” You tried to convince her. Hell, you couldn’t even convince yourself.

“You need a life outside of work, and one that makes you happy.” She corrected.

You walked past her, nudging her shoulder playfully as you passed.

“On it boss!” You said lastly as you headed for the back. Your shift was ending soon.

You clocked out of work, setting your apron in your work locker before heading towards the bus stop. You had a plan to go home and binge some cringey tv show while stuffing your face with junk food. Yeah, that sounds wonderfu—

“(Y/n)!”

Scratch that.

You turned to see your old coach walking towards you, huge smile on her mature face.

“Hey there Ms. Utahime. What brings you here?”

She furrowed her brows, stopping when she was in front of you. Her look was one that made you wonder if you should know why she was here.

“One, can’t I just come see my favorite person in the world,” She definitely wanted something, “And two, I’m wondering why you aren’t back on the ice?” Yup, there it is.

“I told you coach, I’m not going to be starting up again. Already returned my skates and all my uniforms.”

“Nope. Just had everything returned to your place.”

You gave her a wild look.

“Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re going to be back on the ice soon.”

You sighed, leaning on your left leg to give your right a break.

“Coach, I’m not skating anymore. I’m sorry, I’m just not.” You started, pleading almost with her, “That chapter of my life is completed.”

She gave you a motherly look. Oh god.

“(Y/n) that chapter of your life was just beginning. You were doing so well and I couldn’t have been prouder of you.” You felt a but coming. “But,” Yup. “You aren’t done with what you’ve started, I’m sorry, I won’t let you waste your talent.”

“Coach—”

“Nope. I’m not giving you a choice. You’re gonna be back on the ice and train, because I know for a fact it’s been awhile since you’ve skated— no thanks to you.”

“I get it.” You rolled your eyes.

“I have big plans for you (Y/n), and they match up with your big plans.”

“Maybe that used to be my plan. Grow up to be the best skater there ever was, but after my…”

She waited patiently, watching your mouth open like a fish before closing. You had to gather your thoughts.

“After what happened,” You worded differently, “Things have changed. That girl, it isn’t who I am anymore.”

Coach Utahime sighed, giving her a moment to gather herself before letting her hand rest on my shoulder— in attempt to bring me some comfort.

“Will you at least think about it?”

You gazed into her eyes, her hope filled eyes that had you feeling weak and guilty— almost forcing the words out of your mouth. God, how you missed skating, and you’d do anything to get back to where you were. But it wasn’t that easy.

With a deep breath, you found yourself nodding.

“I’ll think about it.”

Her eyes were beaming, a smile taking over her face as she almost started jumping up and down from excitement.

“Great. I’ll see you soon.” She turned and waved goodbye, heading back to wherever she had come from.

Now it was just you standing at the bus stop, head full of chaos. What were you thinking? You couldn’t skate again, could you?

Like a robot following its coding, you walked onto the bus, sitting down in your usual spot all the way in the back— a window seat of course. You let your elbow rest on the arm of the seat, your palm cradling your chin. The view was pretty. In the sense that you got to admire people as the bus passed by. People didn’t realize how interesting they became when they were so oblivious to the watchers of the world, quirks and habits poking out as people became lost in their own little world.

It was a weird thing to appreciate I guess, but it calmed you.

You wondered how you looked to others that happen to watch you. You wondered if they felt sad, or if they felt embarrassment— for how someone could live such a dull life. Especially when life started so colorful, so lively.

Will you at least think about it?

You grumbled into your palm, annoyance at yourself for caving so easily to Utahime. It wasn’t easy to say no to her. She was the best coach you’ve ever had— the only coach that is. She was also not only a constant on the ice, but she was consistent in your personal life as well. It was odd but endearing.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a figure moved from your left. Glancing over, you watched the man sit on the furthest seat from you— except he was in the same row. The very back. Your section.

The man was facing the window, the view not helping you confirm who he was. The second he turned his head, and you were able to get a glance at his stupidly perfect side profile— you wanted to gag.

Choso Kamo.

You went with a scoff instead.

Choso turned his head towards the noise, his eyes unchanging as he saw you. Without smiling your way or offering any kind of greeting— he simply turned back to face forward. Not paying you any attention.

You narrowed your eyes at him, soon facing the window again— allowing yourself to once again sink into the abyss you called your mind.

Choso Kamo. Where to even start with Choso. It was pretty simple. He was a moody, angsty man who praised himself too high at being one of the best hockey players there was. Because that definitely wasn’t right… right? He had this mysterious aura about him, always keeping to himself. Never one to strike a conversation. To make things even better, the only confrontations you have with him were sour. He was always short and rude. It wasn’t that you wanted to dislike him— you just couldn’t stand him.

It also didn’t help that you used to have a crush on him, y’know, before you met him and then realized you hated him sorta thing.

I mean, who wouldn’t have a crush on him? Despite his shit personality, he was insanely attractive. Bone structure sculpted by the gods themselves. It was quite unfair really, to be gifted with such lethal looks— only to be a dick. Oh yeah, it didn’t help that he played hockey too. Apparently, it made a man 10x hotter when they played hockey. I don’t make the rules.

You snuck another glance at him, wondering what he was doing now. Or if he had gotten off the bus while you were daydreaming about hi— I mean thinking. Thinking about him.

You couldn’t help the pink dust your cheeks, seeing as he was already looking your way. In fact, he was holding your gaze with something unspoken. You instinctively placed a hand on your belly, wishing to stop the butterflies.

Again, like you were invisible, he looked away. Gazing out his own window, not paying you any mind. Again.

You chewed the inside of your lip, still unsure why it had to be him that had your gears grinding. He was a dick, yeah that’s it.

“Do you need something?”

The deep voice startled you, snapping you back to reality. A pair of dark eyes were staring at you, his brows furrowed at you as he waited for an answer.

You must’ve been looking at him still while you were lost in your thoughts. Great.

“Uh… no?” You didn’t even know why you were making it sound like a question.

“You were staring at me.”

“You were staring at me first.” You shot back.

His eyes narrowed in on you, silent for a moment as it almost seemed like he was trying to get a read on you. It had you squirming in your seat slightly— his gaze intimidating.

“I didn’t recognize you at first, (Y/n).” He admitted, your name falling off his lips so smoothly. “Was just making sure it was actually you.”

You swallowed, unprepared for that kind of response.

“Surprised you even remember my name.”

He turned his body slightly more facing you.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You narrowed your gaze, starting to pick at the skin around your fingernails. A bad habit.

“You’re making it sound like we used to be close or something.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, just staring at you with confusion— like he didn’t understand you. He didn’t quite understand where your hostility was coming from.

“Were we not?”

You couldn’t possibly think of a way to respond to that, stuck staring at him like he’d just said the most outrageous thing. You felt confusion, shock and most importantly— embarrassment.

Remembering the day all too well, the day of your innocent much younger self building up the courage to express your feelings to a certain person. The same person who was sitting at the back of the bus with you.

You could still remember the utter humiliation of being rooted in your spot as he told you he didn’t feel the same. The sinking feeling in your stomach when he walked away, leaving you all alone to all watching eyes. You could still feel the tightness in your throat at the last glance of his pitied look towards you before he turned away.

Were we not? Choso had asked. The question almost making you laugh maniacally— at how obvious the answer was.

“No.” You told him blankly, “We were never close, I don’t know where you even got the idea that we were.”

He looked at you again for a moment, the only sound of the lulling engine of the bus. He had such a confused expression, and for a second you thought you saw something along the lines of a hurt look. That couldn’t be right.

“Yeah, guess you’re right.”

He turned back to his window, gazing out at the scenery passing by— leaving you to your thoughts again.

You shook your head, noticing that it was your stop coming up. You got up and headed towards the front of the bus, your hand hanging onto the bus railings as you walked along.

“Have a good day ma’am.” The driver had said sweetly.

You gave them a small smile, holding onto the railing tightly as you focused on your steps. Why did the bus stairs have to be to steep? You thought.

Your heel hovered too far ahead of the next step, causing you to slip— your right knee buckling from the previous stair, crumpling under you.

The bus driver gasped, something about asking if you were okay— but all you could focus on was the hot sensation coming from your right leg. You gripped tightly onto the railing, stopping yourself from falling any further. You bit your lip as a weird sensation flourished throughout you, memories of the accident fresh in your mind— the visions almost causing you to physically flinch away.

“Ma’am? Are you okay ma’am?”

You closed your eyes for a minute, taking a deep breath before you stood on shaky legs, your left leg taking most of the weight. You hobbled off the bus, limping pathetically until you reached a bench.

It wasn't completely a reaction from the pain. Yes it hurt, but it were the overwhelming flashbacks that would cripple you momentarily. You just needed to relax on the bench for a couple seconds, you'd be okay after.

"(Y/n)—?" The familiar deep voice startled you, lifting your gaze to see Choso holding out your bag. "You dropped this."

You kept a neutral expression, grabbing your bag back.

"Thanks."

"You okay?" He asks, and you were confused at his genuinely concerned expression.

You tucked your hair behind your ears, taking a deep breath. You felt better now that the uncomfortable feeling passed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You kept your answers short.

Choso didn't believe you.

"You sure?" He pushed.

You narrowed your eyes, studying him— almost like you were trying to figure him out.

"Do you actually care?"

Choso sighed, crossing his arms, still standing in front of you.

"Why would I ask if I didn't care?" He replied, his expression the same as when he'd started talking to you— concerned.

"Why would you even ask? You've never bothered to talk to me before, so why now?" You wondered, this sudden change confusing. He was usually quiet and keeping to himself— certainly not bothered to strike up conversation with you. So why now, was it rude to ask?

"You looked like you were in pain, so I thought I'd make sure you were okay." He explained, his brows furrowed as he was slightly annoyed, "Maybe I don't talk a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm heartless."

"Could've fooled me." You mumbled.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

You scoffed, wondering if you should tell him how your younger feelings were hurt. Your younger self experiencing her first heartbreak. Definitely not.

"I don't hate you... I just would rather not talk with you." You said instead.

"Alright... because?"

"Because I just don't wanna talk with you."

He sighed again, running a hand through his hair— which looked so soft and just gorgeous. No, don't think about that.

"Seems unfair."

You shrugged, leaning back on the bench as you crossed your legs. Taking your time when you set your right leg overtop your left, as it felt a little sore from your tumble.

"Life's unfair." You muttered, hating that you were repeating what you had been told all your life. To be on the other end of it felt weird.

He chuckled. He actually chuckled, the deep vibrating sound floating through the air. You really couldn't ignore how much you loved hearing that sound. Actually, you hated that you loved it.

"Alright, well take care (Y/n). Give your leg some rest, hope you feel better." He said, turning to walk away.

Your cheeks flushed, hating that he had caught you— but how?

"I told you— I'm fine." You tried to convince him.

"I know. You're a terrible liar." And he was incredibly observant.

You bit your lip in annoyance, uncrossing your legs and holding your hands over your right thigh— like you were trying to hide it. Yeah good luck.

You couldn't find it in yourself to respond, too frustrated that he had called you out. A part of you wanted to appreciate that he at least seemed like he really cared— but you also didn't trust that it was genuine. You wanted it to be— that small part of you always having a spot in your heart for him. For some reason.

His steps were swift and relaxed as he walked further away down the sidewalk— to where exactly? No idea. You were almost positive this wasn't even his stop, and that he only got off for you. To give you your bag back you weirdo— yeah thats it.

With everything, like coach pressuring you into skating, your family drama that you'd rather not talk about, Maki's odd obsession with getting me dicked down— and now Choso? I didn't need this and I didn't want it.

So why was your head filled with thoughts about him, and his stupidly handsome face?

Fuck.

Your phone rang in your bag, and you scrambled to get it out with a huff of annoyance. Can't I just be left alone? You thought.

Pulling it out, the caller ID said Coach. With a sigh, you slid to answer.

"Hey Coach." You greeted.

"(Y/n)! Good news—!" Her voice squealed through the phone, making you flinch back from it, "I got someone to help you get back on the ice!"

You face palmed your face, running a hand down as you held in the urge to whine.

"Oh, really?" You ask in fake interest.

"Yup, they will help you get comfortable skating again. I wouldn't have asked this person if I didn't trust them." She informed you.

"Great." You said sarcastically.

"(Y/n), try to sound a little excited— god." She complained, and you rolled your eyes. "I'm gonna send you this person's profile. Maybe you can meet and talk with him, get to know each other before you start training. Y'know, get comfortable with each other."

"Alright fine, but I'm only doing this because I know you'll just force me anyway."

"Very true." She laughed. "I'm sending over the info now, gotta go— text you later!"

She hung up before you could say bye, and you got the expected ding of the text. You clicked on the link to the profile and immediately noticed the logo on the profile— it was a hockey team.

Your eyes skimmed over the profile and widened in disbelief when you read the name listed. You gotta be fucking kidding me...

Choso Kamo.

Well fuck.

— ending notes. thinking about making this a series, but I have so many projects in the works right now, what am I doing to myself lol

[thunder-point]

phumpeem sport au where they’re both professional figure skaters. and they both compete against each other, one represents usa while the other represents Canada as they both grew up in both countries respectively. and they’re often being compared to each other because of their ethnicity and their similarities in skills and performances.

so really, maybe the hate started there. but for a long as peem can remember, he can’t fucking stand the guy. phum always seems entirely egotistic and far up his own ass all the time. he wears smug like it’s his resting face. and peem truly can’t get away from this guy because aside from the facts that they would see each other in almost every international competitions. everyone around him always can’t seem to fucking shut up about phum, practically worships the ground he walks on when he as a matter of fact supposed to be THEIR competition. his manger would show him videos of phum’s performances just so he can fucking fan girl about how great phum to PEEM’S FUCKING FACE. and in every interview, he’s always asked about phum, what he thinks of phums skill and would he ever consider a collaboration. because phum, the fucker, said with his own mouth in an interview that he would love to collab with peem if given a chance rather than always competing against him. did he ask peem if he wants to be anywhere with 6 feet of perimeter with him ?

it also doesn’t help that everyone seems to be shipping them together. really it all started in the 2021 worlds where the camera panned to phum during one of peem’s final performance. “completely starstrucked and in an absolute awe” in the title of the video. peem calls bullshit, he thinks it’s actually a look a jealously because peem did win medals that year and phum didn’t. and ever since then, there are countless of fancam of their reactions during each other’s performances. peem isn’t gonna lie, he has watched probably all of them. no not to look at phum’s face because phum is undeniably handsome, face hand sculpted personally by god himself. no of course he’s not watching because of that. he’s watching because he wants to see phum admiring him and turning green with envy because peem is a better skater. only because of that.

then there are times when phum shows up while peem is practicing and when peem calls him out for it, he would say that he’s just waiting for his turn to use the ring and peem shouldn’t mind him. and peem is kind of dealing with a bad ankle for almost a year now and everytime he lands too hard, there’s a sharp pain but olympic is in a few days and peem just has to push through. what peem should have known is phum can see it. because if there is anyone who knows figure skating it’s phum. so he makes a comment, “if you let your body thinks before your head anytime you skate, you’re going to fuck up your body, peem.” and peem hates it. he hates that phum of all people is giving him fucking skating advices. it makes him feel inferior to phum like he’s no good compared to someone as experienced at phum. and peem never likes to admit it but phum is undeniably better than peem. even if you speak from an unbiased standpoint. he’s been skating longer than peem, practically his whole life. he’s simply far more experienced compared to peem. peem mutters for phum to shut the fuck up and stay out of his business. then phum gets on the fucking ring too and he starts skating. and suddenly, they’re not even practicing. they just skating around the ring and peem doesn’t know why but he’s smiling and he’s watching phum. and phum is watching him too. phum is always watching him. and peem doesn’t remember the last time he laughs this much on the ring. when they lay flat on the freezing ice in exhaustion, phum keeps laughing and peem can’t fucking stop looking. then out of nowhere phum says, “i can’t remember the last time i had this much fun skating. like im not just doing it because i have to. when did skating stop being this fun ?”

and it’s not meant to be deep, maybe phum is just saying it as a passing thoughts but peem thinks he gets it. because he feels it too, the way skating has always been more fun with phum. that ever competition he turns up to, he’s excited to watch phum skates, to see what he has to showcase. and none of it has ever truly fumed from jealousy if peem is being honest, it’s genuinely because peem truly thinks phum is so fucking good at what he does. phum makes peem wants to be a better skater and when phum lays there, all breathless and blissfully contented, peem thinks about telling phum so.

now i don’t know shit about figure skating and im hoping you do Cole 👉🏻👈🏻

Star *inhales exhales inhales again* jesus Star wdym you don't know about skating??? I KNOW SHIT ABOUT IT BUT YOU???/ how much do I have to pay you to write this? Sincerely? I had this ask for a while because I couldn't respond to longer asks these past two weeks. But I also hold such dear thoughts for this one because even though I really don't know almost anything about sports outside some knowledge about volley and basketball-

let's just say that i absolutely adore sport aus in every fandom I'm in. and ice skaters phumpeem????? That would be absolutely magical, Star.

First of all, correct me if I'm wrong but from your gorgeous ideas I retain that Phum is absolutely 'i admire this pretty skater so much, he's so cool, so elegant, so talented.' and maybe he even has a teeny tiny crush on him.

But Peem is in such denial that he thinks Phum is rather envious, smug and self-centered and AND i would love that. I would love to have a fic where Phum is smitten and softened with admiration and maybe just slightly shy when in Peem's presence often enough, but Peem sees it as something else, something more brash because he's in denial of things. and because of that constant comparison that made him obvious to phum's real feelings, his real way of being.

I just think soft, frost-covered vibes. snow, and silver breathes and Peem discovering Phum like he discovered his love for skating. And them becoming a team worthy of history books. And soft skating scenes and them holding each other and doing twirls in each other's arms AND MITTENS AND HOT CACAO AND-

star 🥺🥺🥺 please

[tobiasdrake]

And here is where it all shits the bed. Let's talk about that third act and its open embrace of the idea that mutants should be suppressed.

Like. Right from the get-go, The Last Stand sets up a conflict that leaves our heroes in a very uncomfortable position.

The X-Men are here to reinforce a military force armed with genocide blasters designed to ethnically cleanse their race, in order to protect the "mutant cure" from Magneto's assault.

Y'know. The cure created by that guy who tried to coerce and even violently force his own son into conversion. We're defending him.

That's not even an exaggeration, either. A portion of this act is dedicated to protecting him, specifically.

Yay! Warren saved the life of the guy who created a way to purge mutation, and who tried to coerce him into chemical conversion for the sin of being a mutant. A lot of people are going to get fucked here. Even his assistant was killed. But that guy gets to take all the hate in his heart and fly off happily into the sunset with the son he scorned, taught self-hatred to, and ultimately rejected.

What a heroic moment!

The film made a big deal earlier about how the government immediately weaponized the cure. But that was just Magneto's opinion. These guys have cure missiles that can ethnically purge hundreds of members of the mutant race at once, but the X-Men are on their side so I guess that's a cool thing to have. Hooray for weaponized ethnic cleansing!

Magneto calls the X-Men:

And. Like.

Is he wrong? We are now fully acting as Warren Worthington II's private security team. Right down to embracing his methodology. The film has two major antagonists and this is how it resolves them.

How do we deal with Magneto? Well, the X-Men notice some Cure Darts lying on the ground from one of the weapons Arclight destroyed.

And they're like, "Fuck yeah, let's go purge some mutations."

Enjoy being stripped of your race and identity, fucker! Should have been more responsible with it and maybe that wouldn't have happened to you! We're the X-Men! We believe in suppressing mutations we don't like! That's what Xavier taught us!

Speaking of which. Jean.

Logan tries to talk Jean down, but then our boys we've been protecting show up and shoot Cure Darts at her because of course they do.

Much like with Xavier, Jean gets violent in response to violence directed at her. She's just been standing there in the back and hasn't participated in this battle at all. But once they attack her, she starts fighting back.

This is supposed to be the big "Jean Loses Control" moment as her powers are unleashed in their totality.

But, again, this is a direct response to being attacked. This doesn't hit me as Jean's powers taking control of her; This feels more like deliberate retaliation. She is attacking everything in her immediate surroundings because they attacked her first.

She was fine up to this point.

Nonetheless, this winds up being the final statement on Jean. Magneto recants having ever sided with her to begin with.

Jean begs Logan to put an end to it.

And Logan kills her.

I guess she really did just have too much telekinesis all along.

So the final statement is that actually Warren was right all along. Sometimes mutants are just too dangerous and must be purged.

Magneto? Too dangerous. Had to be purged.

Jean? Suppressing her mutation was a good thing, actually, and if Xavier isn't around to control her then she must be destroyed.

Warren? Flying off safely into the sunset with the son he despises. He gets to live and be free and happy because I guess he did nothing wrong.

Oh, and don't think I forgot about Rogue. Here is Rogue's entire character arc.

I mean, she could have said that she, Rogue, has wants and desires of her own and this isn't just about Bobby. But no, Rogue hates herself because all men are sex fiends and she can't deliver.

Then she sees Kitty and Bobby ice skating together and holding each other for stability, after Bobby did a really nice thing to get Kitty out of her sadness spiral.

They do at least fix the cock-up of that first scene at the end, so that's a plus.

So that's Rogue's journey. She hated herself on Bobby's behalf because she's bad at girlfriend stuff, but over the course of the film she learns to hate herself on her own behalf. And then Warren purges her mutation for her.

Isn't that great!?

In fact, the X-Men do such a great job protecting Warren's mutant-purging business that it ends racism.

Now that Magneto's gone and the President has guns that can erase any mutants he likes, there's no longer any racial tension and we can all live happily ever after.

God, what a net-positive for the world the ability to suppress people's mutations is! It's the answer to Magneto, the answer to Rogue, the answer to systemic persecution of mutants, and it was the answer to Jean until Xavier lost control of her. Purging mutations is the best idea ever.

The end.

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

Sometimes brains are assholes, and that's okay

Got a prompt request for a Rick sick fic with Harley taking care of him over on AO3 and this is what I came up with. Not your typical sick fic!

The apartment is dark when Harley gets back from her roller derby match—the first one Rick’s missed since she got out of prison. She’s trying not to be too broken up about it though, he told her before she left that he wasn’t feeling well and was gonna try to nap.

She drops her skates and padding by the front door and makes her way to the bedroom, expecting to find Rick dozing in bed. Except the only thing on the bed is the rumpled sheets that haven’t been touched since this morning.

She starts to panic. He wouldn’t just leave without telling her—that’s not like him.

The only option left is the bathroom. The door is ajar but the lights are off. “Rick? Baby, you in here?” she calls out cautiously as she flicks the lights on—trying not to imagine the worst.

“Ow!” she hears. “Too bright!”

She breathes a sigh of relief now that she can see Rick—who’d managed to squeeze all six foot one inch of himself into their tiny ass bathtub.

She turns the lights off and uses the moonlight shining through the bathroom window to find the tub. She kneels down and reaches out to touch his back. His shirt is soaked with sweat and he’s shaking a little bit. “You okay, hun?” she asks—immediately shifting into what Rick has dubbed her Doctor Mode.

“Migraine,” he grits out.

Ah yes, those pesky migraines he’s been having. Not surprising given the fact that he’s had four concussions since she met him—and that’s just on missions they were on together. He hasn’t had one in a while though.

“Baby, I thought your doctor gave you meds for those.”

“Ran out. Thought I had a refill but I don’t. I’ve been trying to get a hold of him to get an emergency refill but he won’t pick up the fucking phone—as usual. Fucker probably doesn’t even think I need ‘em. And eventually the headache got so bad that I ended up in here.”

Here, meaning where it’s darkest and coolest, she realizes.

“Did ya try the pharmacy?” she asks, as she runs a washcloth under the faucet.

“They won’t fucking refill it unless the doc pushes it through!” he yells, and then moans as another wave of nausea hits him.

She places the cold washcloth on the back of his neck and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“I’ll be right back, hun. Where’s your phone?”

“Living room, I think.”

She kisses his temple before leaving the bathroom. Time to yell at another doctor.

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Rick focuses on his breathing and trying not to vomit as Harley leaves to presumably yell at another one of his doctors. Honestly, as much as he appreciates her, he’s not really sure how much further she’ll get. He’d been on the phone with the pharmacy and doctor’s office for hours. They just kept putting him on hold.

“How’d I get your personal cell phone number? I’m Harley fucking Quinn, motherfucker! Now push the prescription through or I’ll break your kneecaps—pharmacy closes in an hour.”

Maybe he spoke too soon.

He hears her come back in and feels her fingers carding through his hair. “I’ll be right back, baby. Gotta go pick up your meds.”

The room continues to spin as he lays there pathetically in the bathtub. He’s not sure how long Harley’s gone for—could be hours for all he knows. He’s too nauseous to focus on anything but not puking.

“Sit up for me, hun.”

“I don’t wanna,” he moans. “Too dizzy.”

“I know, baby, I know. But I got your meds right here. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

It takes a monumental effort to sit up but he manages to do it. Harley hands him two pills and a glass of ice water. He throws the pills back obediently and then sinks back down to the floor of the tub, laying on his side since it’s so fucking tiny.

He hears some shuffling behind him and then Harley’s squeezing herself behind him, spooning up against his back and looping an arm around his chest. They both barely fit but instead of feeling claustrophobic he feels comforted, and safe.

“It should kick in faster since I gave ya two,” she says quietly—slipping a hand under his shirt to rub his chest and stomach softly.

He focuses on that feeling as he waits for the nausea to subside and his head to stop pounding.

Next thing he knows he’s being shaken awake. “C’mon, baby, let’s get ya into bed.”

“But I’m comfy,” he whines—and truly, he is. The most comfortable place he’s ever been is wrapped up in Harley’s arms.

“Baby you’re gonna hurt your neck if ya sleep in the tub.”

He complains the whole time but lets her pull him out of the tub, stumbling a little as the blood rushes back to all the right places. She catches him easily and guides him back to their bedroom in the dark. She sits him down on the bed and rummages around in one of his drawers for a pair of pajama pants that she throws at his head. He catches them and manages to change into them without too much trouble.

She ushers him under the covers and slides in behind him—spooning up against his back again and kissing the back of his neck. “Get some sleep, hun, I’m right here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“Might need to knock me out with your baseball bat,” he jokes, even as his eyes drift shut.

“Shut the fuck up—I know you’re exhausted, asshole.”

He manages a small chuckle. Just before sleep claims him he feels Harley squeeze him around his middle and hears her whisper, “I love ya, baby.”

He’s too exhausted to echo the sentiment back but grabs her hand and squeezes it in response.

He falls asleep to the feeling of Harley’s breath on the back of his neck and her hand wrapped tightly in his.

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Play Wangxian by lorelaiart

What a fun, sweet, and cute story! 🥰

Loved the slowly evolving relationship between WY and LZ.

Quotes:

He stood corrected: there was no hope for them.

Wei Ying hauled ass back to get open for Lan Zhan, but the fucker chose to not pass it to him again.

It’s not that the other defenseman in Wei Ying’s line was untrustworthy, no, far from it. Wen Ning was nothing if not reliable. Wei Ying actually found him endearing; the man was so timid and shy off the ice, but an absolute beast once he tied up his skates. So that wasn’t the problem.

The issue was the Wen Ning wasn’t as open as Wei Ying. Lan Zhan forced Wen Ning into a tough play, and it didn’t matter that Wen Ning made it out unscathed. The whole situation could have been avoided if Lan Zhan just looked at him.

It had been three, going on four, games like this. Lan Zhan ignoring him and sending him pissy looks whenever he handled the puck for too long around the net. Not a lick of trust.

Wei Ying chewed furiously at his mouth guard and then dashed back up the ice.

What am I doing, just skating sprints out here? He thought, beyond irritated.

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He saw how Lan Zhan waited, waited the 1.5 seconds to see if Wei Ying would get up. This was hockey, after all. There was no staying down unless you couldn’t physically stand. Wei Ying saw the moment that Lan Zhan recognized he was truly injured, and there was no hesitation when he ripped of his mask and dropped his gloves in the same breath.

Wei Ying forgot to breathe himself as he watched Lan Zhan cross the short distance to Jin Zixun. How he could still look so graceful in anger and in all of that equipment was a wonder, but he did. How he looked flawless as his fist connected with Jin Zixun’s helmet and knocked it off his head. The ease in which he prevented Zixun from landing a hit on him.

Wei Ying skipped the video backwards to watch again. And again. Until his eyes couldn’t take it anymore and he had to turn off his phone. He leaned back in his chair again with eyes closed, his head swimming. But through the sluggishness and pain he still had the ability to think, Lan Zhan went to bat for me?

E, 28k

Summary:

Wei Ying was supposed to be a Yunmeng Lotus for life. He had made a pact with his best friend – basically brother – Jiang Cheng at the start of their professional careers. When they both had been drafted to their hometown team, they promised to play side by side forever. They promised to lift the Stanley Cup together one day.

But that obviously wasn’t only up to them to decide. And no matter how well Wei Ying played, Yu Ziyuan – the owner of the Lotuses and Jiang Cheng’s mother – always found a reason to hate him. Wei Ying scoffed softly to himself.

So there he was, freezing his ass off in Gusu as he jogged towards the practice facility to meet his new team.

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Or, a hockey au where Wei Ying gets traded to the Gusu Blizzard - the worst team in the league. He has no hope for either a winning season or getting along with his new stunning and talented goalie, Lan Zhan.

[lmelodie]

Back Together BlackIce things Pt. 2

Late night posting addition. Part one is Right Here. Will there be a part three? Four even? Depends on how long their gonna rot my brain for. We'll see.

I just wanna inform everyone that the only way the scenario would go concerning a BlackIce, Who Did This to You? moment would be one asking this and the other responding like: YOU DID ASSHOLE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY NOT REMEMBER THIS??

And the other who asked has to go like: ….Oh! Oh yeah! Huh. Die mad about it then >:|

My Worst Nightmare (affectionate)

Since they first knew each other, Jack has been ADAMANT, whole heartedly believes, that there's an audible difference between Killian laughing WITH him vs. AT him. He says he can hear the subtle difference but everyone else thinks he's crazy.

Conversations involving catching up about all the things that have happened in the past 910 yrs.

K: So yeah, I did get my leg caught in a bear trap once and that was pretty wild.

J: YOU DID WHAT??

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J: Did I ever tell you that I was kidnapped by pirates once?

K: Did I ever tell you that I was a pirate once

J: Doesn't surprise me. You do look like you contracted scurvy a while ago and still hasn't been able to get rid of it.

You bet your sweet ASS that Jack takes full advantage of that stupid fucking scarf he always wears. That shits ALWAYS getting yanked.

There will be the very occasional snow on Halloween. Jack uses this as a very blatant lie of an excuse to visit Kills on the job during the holiday.

They both STILL hold a grudge on Cupid. Stupidly in love once again and they still hate his guts. They tried complaining about it to him once and Cupid goes:

"Oh, so what I'm hearing is that you wanna break up YET AGAIN!? You wanna fall out of love twice, fuckers? Because I can make that happen! I can take all that away again right now. Stop running ya mouths."

The both of them never brought it up again after that.

👏Making👏up👏with👏the👏Mother's👏in👏Law👏

Mostly Jack is the one with the uphill climb on that front. Duna hates his GUTS and there is such a minute microscopic chance of her coming around to him again. And the image of Jack absolutely floundering about trying to win over this woman is amazing.

At some point Killian goes: "Dude, it's not gonna work. I expected this and it's fine that she doesn't like you."

And Jack goes: "It is NOT fine. I WILL win her over somehow and she WILL like me!"

Spoiler alert: She doesn't.

WINTER STREETS/FORESTS AT NIGHT!!!

It's their whole vibe and they love hanging out in those areas in the dead of night in the middle of winter. Because ugh it's freezing cold, it's scary dark, there is no one around and it's completely uninhabitable and miserable. But not to them!! They are probably the only ones who will find such a scenario thoroughly enjoyable and romantic even.

Killian, along with not being able to slow dance, also can't ice skate! He's never learned, so Jack abuses this 100% and has frozen many lakes to force him out on. It's the same thing as the dancing where it's one of the rare instances that he's more dependent on him. Ego boost of the century.

PLUS, MORE BED SHARING DIATRIBES! Because it's my new favorite thing

They don't sleep in the same bed often. Jack only needs to sleep every couple days and Kills every week, so it's only occasionally that this happens at all.

There is no one designated big/little spoon. They switch on almost a daily basis. They're both switches. It's just a matter of who initiates first that day.

BUT! Killian does sleep with his eyes open. So as long as Jack is not directly facing him as he's trying to sleep, it's all good.

It's a nonnegotiable requirement that Kills sleeps with the heated blanket. If he doesn't, he will get hypothermia in the night and will complain about it for the entire rest of the following day.

The night always starts of very normal, but as they sleep, they just get more and more tangled up. And it's WORSE because Killian's joints can bend in impossible ways, so they wake up the next morning absolutely MANGELED and in a mess of limbs.

[wynnyfryd]

AO3 first lines

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

a masterpiece of art, it’s true | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 3, M, 3k

In the three minutes it takes them to get from the couch to Steve’s bedroom, Eddie seems to remember that he’s completely worn out from the combination of whiskey and coming so sweetly all over Steve’s tongue. Steve licks his lips, savors the evidence still lingering in his mouth, and tries not to look too over the moon when Eddie flops back onto his mattress with an exhausted huff.

stupid fucking star stuff | stardust au, M, 3.4k (in progress)

“Munson, stop tongue-fucking my merch displays,” Guy scolds him, shoving Eddie away from the glass he’s been drooling over. His beloved is laid out inside the case, lit up from behind like some fair maiden sleeping in a mystical wood, just waiting for her one true love to come and plant some sick riffs on her gleaming body.

“I’d be so good to you, baby,” Eddie whispers to the guitar, fingertips trailing over the glass lid.

relax (that’s that) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 2, E, 2.6k

The bats are choking him. One of the stupid little fuckers has its tail around his throat, and three more curl around his thrashing limbs, sinking their teeth into the soft flesh of his belly, gnawing their way through to the good bits, the muscle and sinew and his fucking intestines and—

“—Eddie!” Steve shouts, shaking his shoulders with his big warm hands

relax (lay back) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 1, E, 12k

“Eddie!” Steve calls out playfully as he weaves his way through the rows of mats, surveying the class’s posture. “Get those buns out of the air, come on, now.”

So yeah, becoming weirdly close friends with his former sort-of nemesis turned yoga instructor crush in the wake of surviving unspeakable evils together is, uh…

It’s going horribly.

TITS! magazine | exactly what the title says lmao, E, 11.8k

Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I came on the tits of a guy with great hair

No Son of Mine | hurt-comfort, M, 4.4k

I seen those boys kissing boys

Open-mouth in the street

But I raised my son to be a righteous man

I made it clear to him what fear of God means

The path we walk is only narrow and straight

No son of mine will wander astray

- Desert, Brand New

Steve shows up at Eddie’s door at 8:46pm.

i’ll stop the world and freeze with you | ice skating drabble, G, 617

Eddie flounders, arms flailing as his feet slip out from under him for the fourth time, and he lands chin first on the scuffed-up ice with a hard thud.

The Great Scavenger Hunt of 1986 | christmas fluff, T, 7.9k

“Steve,” Dustin calls as he skids into the Harrington kitchen on Christmas Eve Eve with his muddy shoes still on.

babysitters and book signings | famous author eddie au, G, 4.4k

Eddie’s not staring. The man currently shepherding a gaggle of college kids up to his booth is tall and blond and tan with wire glasses perched on his freckled nose and biceps that threaten to burst right out of his silly striped polo shirt, and Eddie is a professional who meets thousands of fans at conventions every year and he’s. not. staring.

patience is a virtue | edging pwp, E, 1.7k

Steve’s gonna fucking die. He’s close to planning his funeral arrangements at this point, absently running through a list of florists and pianists he might still know from his church days, desperate for a distraction because—

“Keep your hips still, sweetheart,” Eddie chides, forearm like a crowbar over Steve’s jolting hips as he pins him down again.

thank you for the tag @infinite-orangepeel 💜 tagging @gorgeousgreymatter-x @steddielations @aidaronan and anyone else who wants to play

[tea-reads]

Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Day 7: Rivalry

A/N: For the next set of prompts we have Agent Whiskey! Hope you enjoy the little enemies/rivals-to-lovers story :) 

Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey x reader

WARNINGS: swearing

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You always seem to do better on the field whenever you were assigned with Whiskey, and it wasn’t because you worked well together. 

You skate across the frozen lake, swiftly weaving through others, pretending to enjoy the winter holiday with this remarkable activity. Speaking of remarkable activities, you were on the lookout for the target. Apparently, they were supposed to be here, but it’s taking them a while. So, you and Whiskey made a bet of who could find the target first. 

While you were casually ice skating, your partner was leaning against the rails with other spectators. Eventually, you spot the target walking up to what must be his acquaintance and greeted them. Whiskey spotted him at the same time because all he had to do was look to his right from the corner of his eye. 

It’s a shame he couldn’t say he found him first.

“Found him.” Whiskey heard you purr from his earpiece, and the way he angrily glared at you from across said it all: I found him first, asshole, and I’m closest to him. 

“I think you should be able to track this one down since you lost the last one.” You mocked as you watched the two individuals head off. 

“Don’t you start now, darlin’, that was your fault.” Whiskey muttered and began to follow them. You rolled your eyes then made your way to the car parked by the curb - the blades on your shoes automatically retracted once you got off the ice rink.

“Yeah yeah, go get the fucker. I’ll be right behind.” You said as you got in and started it. 

[devereauxsdisease]

Happy birthday dearest twin o’ mine 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 For the ask game: 19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include? Also, please accept this classic gif of baby Mads making a fool of himself (ft. hot dogs and ice skates and floppy boy band hair) 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Happy Birthday to you too, birthday twin! I hope you had an excellent day. as for the answer, my ideal fic is almost always one that will live in people's minds. What would it include? For me, I just like writing things that are emotional and funny. I'm out here trying to recreate the feeling I get when I watch The Birdcage for everyone else.

And...you sent me a GIF! So here's a ficlet to go along with it.

Nigel glared at the second hotdog in his hand before taking a huge bite. Fuck Darko and his 'hold my hotdog for one second, fucker' bullshit, Nigel hoped he starved.

The bosses were letting them manage the shipment to New York, the youngest fucking distributors in the history of the group to get that honor. They'd given the product to their American contacts and should have been knee-deep in pussy and coke by now, finding good pizza.

But no, fucking Darko wanted to "see the big apple".

Twat.

Nigel took another bite of both hotdogs. So now, instead of girls and drugs, he was watching his fucking friend, the one he'd seen nearly beat a man to death a week ago, twirling on rented ice skates in the middle of Rockefeller Center. Nigel had fucking refused. He'd put the skates on, he'd taken the disgusting hotdogs Darko had bought them (just floating in water like turds in a toilet), but he'd cut his own balls off before he twirled around an ice rink getting jostled by a group of tourists wearing the same University of Michigan sweatshirts.

"Excuse me."

Nigel turned to tell whoever was bothering him that he would cut their tongue out and use it as toilet paper, but his voice caught in his throat when he saw the most beautiful angel in the world not a foot from his face. The boy had chocolate curls and vivid blue eyes that were darting around as he nervously wrung his little hands together.

It was like the earth moved. In fact, it was just like the earth moved. Nigel didn't realize he was falling until his head hit the ice. Those perfect blue eyes floated over him again as the boy peered at him from the other side of the rink wall.

"Are you OK?"

"Y-yeah, yes, gorgeous I'm fine." He wasn't fine. His fucking head hurt and he was pretty sure he smashed one of those disgusting hotdogs into his last clean shirt. Still, he smiled, trying to look seductive as he struggled to his feet. "What can I do for you darling?"

"Oh, um, your friend over there smacked into me while he was twirling on the ice. He spilled my hot chocolate. He told me to go see you and you'd buy me another or suck my cock..." The boy pursed his lips together. "I'd like a hot chocolate, please."

"You sure you don't want a cock sucking."

"That's not necessary."

"Maybe not, darling, but it's more than welcome."

The boy seemed to consider this. "Maybe after the hot chocolate? It's very loud here, and I find it hard to get aroused when I'm stressed."

"Well let's get you out of here and into some hot chocolate, then, shall we?" Nigel stood. "If you can help me get to that bench, I'll put my shoes on and we can go someplace quiet, drink some hot chocolate and talk about that cock sucking offer."

Nigel held out his arm and to his surprise the boy took it.

"I'm Adam, by the way."

"Nigel. Nice to fucking meet you, Adam."

They toddled toward the skate rental place. Maybe New York wasn't so fucking bad after all.

[onlyjaeyun]

there is nothing i love more than a hockey romance AND YOU SPRINKLED IN SOME (lots) HATE⁉️ top fucking tier right here🤩 the plot for cold hearts just SCREAMS smut and i have a feeling this could be your smutiest au🤭 enemies to lovers just calls for smut

they way you casually dropped that they were SKATING PARTNERS. HELLO?! i know for a fact that falling outs between skating partners to the point they don’t skate together anymore means something big happened🫣

i kinda (really) want to be the one to deal with jaemin,,, like very casually and secretively does he do something to scare this fucker off because NO ONE is allowed to use her deepest secrets and insecurities against her except for HIM🙌🏼

-🪴

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANGEL 🥺🥺🥺🤍☁️🫧

honestly i wish i knew more about hockey to incorporate it properly but since hoonie isnt necessarily part of the team on ice i think its enough to be enjoyable 😩 am glad youre having so much fun reading cold hearts baby, your words mean everything to me 🥺🤍

and yup...former figure skating PARTNERS 👀 cant wait for y'all to eead the story behind it all

i hope you enjoyed chap 10 where jaems has been dealt with 🤭🤭🤭

[rottingmanifesto]

for the prompts, ellis & lincoln and frozen pond! :)

“Sorry—”

“You’re late.”

Lincoln’s got his arms crossed across his chest, looking up from his watch when Ellis closes the door behind him. Ellis is still midway through putting his jacket on, warming his hands by rubbing them together. Lincoln gives a wry smile.

“No shit,” Ellis mutters while pulling his jacket all the way on. He jerks his thumb towards the storefront behind him. “Fuckers wouldn’t let me buy the jacket.”

“Likely story.”

The winter of 1962 was frigid in Empire Bay, especially this close to the ocean. Lincoln checks his watch again with impatience while Ellis skids to a stop beside him. The snow wasn’t slick by itself, but the ice gave the two a run for their money.

Sammy had decided to bring his family up north for a season, claiming Perla needed some “fresh air” that wasn’t laden with suffocating humidity. The boys knew it more likely had something to do with escaping Sal, but it wasn’t worth it to talk about. Not with Perla in the shape that she’s in. Cancer was a bitch, that part was for sure.

“There’s gotta be a frozen pond ‘round here somewhere.”

“What, you wanna ice skate?” Lincoln raises an eyebrow. The two weave through a thickening crowd of shop-goers likely doing their Christmas shopping.

“Matter-of-fact, I do,” Ellis elbows his brother. “What, you think that these were for decoration?” He holds up his skates by the laces. They’d seen far better days.

Lincoln grins in spite of himself. “Shoulda bought new skates instead of that jacket.”

“Man, who shat in your bed this mornin’?” Ellis shakes his head. “An’ you’re one to talk, mister ‘I-don’t-need-a-coat’.” He puts on an accent for the end of his statement, tossing his ice skates over his shoulder and holding them by the laces. He’d lace them back up later.

“Didn’t think it’d be this cold.”

“Your fault for not gettin’ one.”

Lincoln rolls his eyes.

[kiriel123]

Fic recs MDZS/The Untamed

Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl

Modern AU wwx needs to fake date someone to convince jc to real date wq. LWJ is willing to take this one for the team. Everyone gets wrecked sexually and it is glorious

Let Her Leave Your World by AnotherSpaceWitch

Modern Cultivation AU Wen Qing, Jiang Yanli, and Mianmian all attend a cultivation conference. JYL leads a civil war in the Jin sect, WQ gets deservingly wrecked by JC and Mianmian gets justice AND the girl. Delightful!

oh, woe is me (the first time that you touched me) by invitan

Alternate canon wwx is betrothed to wq during the Cloud Recesses arc and lwj can’t stand it. Get ready for PAIN but the best kind. Features teenage wangxian who don’t know what to do with all their feelings and Wen Qing who is doing her best. Also war

all that and more by Euphorion

Modern AU wwx receives some very tasteful and EXTREMELY hot nudes of lwj and has no choice but to return the favor and then blow lwj in the library bathroom. Very sexy, and wwx goes through an excellent and believable exploration of his gender and sexuality

Ice by WithBroomBefore

Modern Ice Skating AU Trans!lwj goes to war with competitive ice skating and shows those fuckers that he can win all of their biased competitions! Skaters wwx and nhs also show them, and then they all do a skating show together.  Nhs and lwj are friend goals and lwj and wwx are relationship goals. SO cute

Mud and Canvas by StormsBreadth

Modern LARP AU which is SUCH a blast, it made me want to LARP. Wwx was banned from LARPing after ~drama~ but he’s back now as crew and NPC and ready to have FUN. Lwj is an expert LARPer as well and very happy to have wwx return.

throw the keys back by dustyloves

WLW Modern AU lwj is lesbian catnip and wwx wants to learn her ways! Lwj is more than happy to teach her…as long as wwx behaves :DDD. Jiang Cheng suffers. Extremely hot

in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by varnes

Modern with Magic AU. Wwx and the Jiang siblings own a flower shop. Lwj’s plants are dying. Also hgj gets plant advice from yllz online. A-Yuan doesn’t understand why his father is so confused about Dr. Flowers.

Corps-à-corps by defractum (nyargles)

Historical AU. Wwx comes to court for a prosperous match and unwittingly captivates lwj. There are fights in moonlight and side-by-side, talks in libraries, and a slightly delayed but very romantic love poem that was not hallucinated

[embers-archive]

oargh. ember. I have not bothered you enough recently how are you doing mate :]

Ahhh you're so sweet:]

Honestly? Uhhh not the best agsgdh but ya know, I'm trying to be better

But I've decided to start a new hobby !! I wanna try ice skating :]

Also!!! Tntduo meet up let's gooooo !! (Fuckers better stream together plss)

[ihavea-natural-curiosity]

Six Sentence Sunday

this snippet is from a one-shot i’m writing about professional figure skater!baz teaching Simon how to ice skate :)

“You’re doing well” he says, looking at my shoes.

“Soon i’ll be taking your place in championships” i joke, smirking at him

He raised one eyebrow “You really think so?” He grins and then suddenly we’re spinning around rather quickly

“Baz!!” i practically yell, clinging onto his hands for dear life as he twirls us around, when he stops suddenly i shove myself into him, attempting to make him fall, but the fucker manages to keep his balance. My arms are thrown around his shoulders and his hands are at the middle of my back, we’re laughing like children, my face in the crook of his neck, our chests pressed together. I can feel the vibration of his laughter, and it’s all just so good.

anyways i should have the fic out at monday by the latest :)

[hoonvrs]

UPDATEEEE did one fucking better than just talking to the guy 🌚 - not ice skating guy he came to our flat but didn’t come out w us - this is the guy i used to talk to but then stopped and she secretly started talking to him and im not supposed to know

somehow me and my flatmates ended up separated after we went to get food but we also managed to end up on the same bus?? and he was w my flatmates on the bus there was barely any seats so i was sitting on my friends lap but then there was this guy vomiting in the seats behind us and so the two of us who did have seats dashed like two rows down and ended up seeing him and the girl (we call her stalker girl) who has a crush on my flatmate

so i ended up sitting w stalker girl bc she’s actually rlly nice and he was sitting in the row in front of us, and he turned around to talk and started to hold my hand - he held my hand the WHOLE bus ride and every time i let go he would hold his hand out and ask me to hold it again 😭 (does he still like me ? 🤨🤗)

and then i was talking to stalker girl and he would keep joining our convo and then she just blurts out ‘can you two just get together already’ ‘stop playing around and get together’ i was like oop 👀 poor boy started stumbling over his words and she was like ‘no don’t want to hear it just be together’ 😭

anyway so he ended up not getting off at his stop bc this silly boy didn’t want to let go of my hand, he actually ended up back at our flat and EW he told me to sit next to him and he layed me down on his chest, put his arms round me and we were just scrolling through my socials together 🤢🤢 it was so cute it’s making me SICKKK

then he kissed me and then afterwards just wanted to take pictures w me 😭

when he was supposed to be saying bye to everyone he kissed me again and then went round and said bye and then CAME BACK to me again and gave me a hug to say bye and then went ‘can i pls kiss you again just once more’ BRO yes.

after he actually finally left my flatmate was like ‘you cheeky fucker, kiss goodbye?’ i was like 🌚🌚🌚

can’t wait for my fucked up flatmate to hear about it through the grapevine from one of my other flatmates who saw it 🙌 you can’t steal a man who was whipped for me 🫣‼️

DTOPPDDN WHY AN I GIGGLING AND BKUSHING FOR YOYUYKIR

sorry ice skating boy u have competition cause kiss boy is GOINGGGSHSHSB

can’t waittt for her to hear cause not letting go of your hand cuddling AND KISSING CRAZYZYSY SHES FONNA LOSE HER MINDD😭😭

so ri. how we feeling him😁😁😁😁😁